Instant Karma's gonna get you

I awoke at some point in the middle of the night. I turned my head and could make out the clock, which read 4 am. “Wait a minute,” I thought, “I can turn my head.” I experimented with the rest of my body, clenching my fist and flexing my feet. The **** had worn off! Of course, Jack having known that it would, there was still the matter of me being bound.

I glanced over at Jack- he was sleeping soundly. I tested my feet against the scarf, finding no movement at all. I tried my hands- I could manage to twist them back and forth, but couldn’t quite get them loose. Still I tried, rocking my wrists back and forth, until little by little I could feel some give in the scarf. I had to be careful not to struggle too hard- if Jack woke up, I was done for.

Eventually I managed to loosen the scarf just enough. Gently twisting my slender hand, tugging down, finally it came loose! I looked over at the clock- 4:45 am. Jack was still fast sleeping. I reached up and pulled my other hand free. Then I carefully sat up and untied my ankles. Stealthily I slipped out of bed and groped for the pile of clothes on the floor. I needed to find enough to wear to get out of the house, and my cell phone so I could call the cops.

I found the phone, and was pulling my clothes out of the pile when I heard a rattle. Reaching into the pile, I pulled out Jack’s pants. I could feel it through the material- could it really be? I slipped my hand into his pocket, and pulled out the bottle of pills!

Well, that changed everything. Calling the cops was ok, but that bastard needed to pay for what he did. Quickly, a plan hatched in my mind. I only hoped that the **** and excitement of the previous evening had put Jack into a deep enough sleep.

I crept back to the bed and untied the scarves from the headboard and footboard. Then I snuck back around to the foot of Jack’s side of the bed, and slowly lifted up the covers off his feet. Ever so slowly, I looped the scarf around his feet, tying it snugly. The other end was tied tight around the footboard.

Then the more difficult part. Jack was on his side, with his hands together near his chest. This enabled me to bind his wrists together. He stirred a bit at this point, but didn’t wake up. The last part would have to be fast- it needed to be over before Jack realized what was going on or I was finished.

The scarf was long enough that I could loop it through the headboard and back, without moving Jack’s arms. I then took a deep breath, counted to three, and yanked on the scarf with all my strength. Jack’s arms shot up above his head, and his eyes opened wide. Drowsy and confused, Jack hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on. That was all the time I needed. By the time he realized what had happened, I had his hands firmly bound above his head.

“What the Fuck is going on!” he screamed, trying to pull his arms and legs free. I turned on the light while he struggled for a minute or two, before he tired himself out. Then he looked over at me, standing there naked, my hands folded across my chest, an evil grin on my face. He was near tears.

“Baby, sweetheart... what are you doing?”

“I think you can figure it out,” I said back to him acerbically.

“You know I love you baby,” he cried, “I’d never intentionally hurt you. I thought you wanted me to take you like I did. You told me it was your fantasy. I thought you liked it.”

I nearly lost it. I lunged at him, slapping him so hard across the face a hand shaped welt instantly rose from his cheek. “My fantasy never included those guys at the bar. It never included pain, or having you in my backside, or clamps, or burning oils.” I turned and walked out of the room.

“Please let me go- I promise it won’t happen again,” he shouted after me. “Where are you going? What are you going to do?”

I ignored his pleas, heading downstairs to find what I needed. I found the funnel in the garage and rinsed it out with some soapy water. I grabbed the funnel, a glass, and a bottle of Jack Daniels from the liquor cabinet, and returned to the bedroom.

Making sure Jack could see what I was doing, I poured a healthy glass of JD, and put it on his night stand. I grabbed the bottle of pills from his pants, and took one from the container. Jack whimpered as I dropped the pill into the drink.

“Now are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way?” I asked. Jack clamped his mouth shut.

“Very well, have it your way.” I grabbed the funnel and a scarf, and climbed onto the bed, positioning myself above his head with his head between my knees. I laid the scarf across his forehead and kneeled down on each side, preventing Jack from lifting up his head. Then I put the funnel to his lips.

“Open up,” I teased. He held his mouth shut. “Still the hard way, huh?” I said to him. I kept the funnel at his lips with one hand, and pinched his nose tightly shut with the other. Jack began to struggle, trying to lift his head, trying to shake his head, until finally he couldn’t hold his breath anymore. With a gasp, his mouth opened and he sucked in air. Immediately, the funnel was in his mouth. I made sure to hold it tight against his face, so he couldn’t spit it out. I reached over and grabbed the glass off the night stand, and slowly poured it into his mouth. Jack had **** but to swallow or ****. When the glass was empty I removed the funnel, and climbed off the bed to wait.