Next week

It was a week later when I got a text from Maris. Well, not really a text, more like a whole text document. I was going to be Mitchel Rhodes, a tax accountant working for a big Hollywood executive by the name of Steven Power. One day, Steven told me he needed to hide lots of money from the government, and fast. Me, being just hired on, initially tried to do everything “right” and “proper”, moving money around, making donations to yourself, the whole nine yards. But, I got caught, and Steven told the court it was all my idea. I, of course, am naturally meek and conflict adverse, so I folded like a wet napkin. Even my personal lawyer was bought off to basically sabotage me!

Dear God, there was like three pages of this stuff! I had a backstory, there was plot, intrigue, character motivations! I came home from work to a series of clothes laid out on the bed for me. The shirt was a bit too big, which a note taped to the lapel assured was intentional, with an absolutely hideous tie. This tie was a gift from my nephew who just turned 13 and was interested in getting into accounting, he was already treasurer for his online guild thing. When he learned of my supposed crimes, he sent me a strongly worded letter about how disappointed he was with me, so now I keep the tie as a reminder of who I really was. The goddamn tie had a backstory!

The crazy thing was actually compelling. I genuinely wanted to let my nameless nephew know I was framed, that his uncle is still a good person but that bad people will take advantage of you. I wanted to know that Mitchell would be found not guilty, that my client would be the one to take the fall. This simple three page document was actually great storytelling.

But, for all the brief was, it wasn’t the whole thing. It was setting up my character, but that was it. I didn’t know what I was doing, where I was going. I remembered some stuff from that other night, but knowing Maris, that was 12 revisions ago. I know I’m still a prisoner, but I’m wearing a proper (if ill-fitting) button up shirt and dress pants. “Maybe I’m doing a retrial?” I thought out loud. I knew whatever was happening, Mitchell would be nervous. A year in the slammer, even a relatively “cushy” one, will do that to a guy.

Bing, another text from Maris. This time, she was asking me if I was ready. I double checked my outfit, combed my hair, and replied that I was. The next text came immediately, telling me to go to the basement.

Inside the basement was... well... it certainly was different. We never really used the basement, it was just mainly used as a storage area, but now it looked right out of a movie set. The walls were dingy and dusty, with what looked like mold growing on the walls. A large cardboard box was decorated to look like a computer, I even recognized an old keyboard we chucked down here years ago. There were dials and switches, some LEDs, and what looked like a geiger counter clicking away. Maris texted me again, telling me to lie down on the floor and close my eyes.

The floor in question looked an awful lot like a dirty bathroom floor. On closer inspection, it was a huge sheet of paper glued to cardboard. Cheap, but surprisingly effective set dressing! I lay down, closing my eyes, and I could hear a door opening. It wasn’t the one I came in, and I didn’t see one earlier. My wrists were locked in a pair of handcuffs, and I heard someone else lay down beside me, followed by another click. Someone left, and I heard the door close.

A monitor turned on, and a scratchy and heavily filtered voice came through speakers all around us.

“Wake up. Wake up and see your predicament!” The voice commanded.

I sat up and looked around and saw the monitor. There was an image of a creepy puppet, glitching and distorting like an old VHS tape. A Windows update notification appeared in the bottom corner, which a cursor hurriedly closed.

“Mitchell, you are here because you tried to hide money, like a squirrel hiding food for the winter. But, like the squirrel, your greed surpassed your abilities, and you got caught. However, I know the truth.”

“Janice, you are here because you have wronged someone.” I looked and saw a woman, probably this Janice. She was a tall, dark skinned, and with a dirty and disheveled dress shirt thing. I think it’s called a camisole. One strap was broken, revealing a single small breast. Her hands were also bound behind her. I caught her admiring the set before remembering her character.

“No, that’s bullshit!” Janice spat at the monitor, “I never touched him!”

“Yes, Janice, I know that,” The scratchy voice continued, “But do you know that? Is your conscience truly clear? Do you still have your inhibitions?”

A small flap opened in the wall, and some fog came pouring in.

“This is a gentle aphrodisiac. It will unlock your inhibitions. But, remember, too much of a good thing will hurt you. You have 10 minutes before your genitals explode from excess blood flow. Good luck”

The image of the puppet faded away, with a large red 10:00:00 appearing. I saw the cursor moving around for a second before the timer started, counting down.

I sat up and looked over to Janice. “So... what’re you in for?” Mitchell was nervous, and he tried to use humour to defrost tricky situations. This bad habit had gotten him into trouble, as there was one client-

“Oh shut the fuck up. I don’t know who you are, I don’t care, I just need to get out of here.” Janice shot daggers at me as she said this, before looking around. “Just... just help me figure out what this psycho wants.”

She stood up, and I could see she was actually quite a bit taller than me. Her sharp, angular face was, to be frank, incredibly attractive, and that steely determination in her eyes shone like diamonds. I also saw she was just wearing the camisole, but her body language said she truly did not care.

“Here, what’s this mean?” She called me over to a set of symbols, “You look like a nerd.”

I walked forward to where she was indicating, but was stopped short by the chain on my handcuffs. I was still a few feet from the wall Janice pointed out, but I could make out a few symbols. It looked like a bird, a set of wavy lines, an... odd letter P, a key, a seashell, a stick, and a flower.

“Maybe it’s a rebus. Like each symbol represents a word, and its a clue to what we should do.” I offered.

“So, bird, wind, P, key, shell, stick, flower?” Janice offered, slightly annoyed, “What does that mean?”

“Well, obviously not that. Each symbol could be a number of different things.” I looked at the time, and we still had 9:30 left.

“Maybe it’s like a poem or a story.” I offered, “Like, the eagle” I gestured to the bird, “flies” I gestured to the lines, “around the keys, like the island, to capture the stem of a flower?”

“So, like, we need to find a flower?” Janice repeated, looking around, “I don’t see much foliage in this dirty basement.”

“Well, let’s try word association. The first one is a bird, but there’s many words for bird. Owl, eagle, robin, falcon, crow, raven. Crow is a word, like to shout or say, but that doesn’t look like a crow.” I pondered from across the room.

“Or cock, tit, boobie.” Janice offered. Yeah, we both knew what was up.

“And the lines. Is that like waves? Sound waves? Radiation? Water?” I heard the geiger counter tick louder and faster for a moment.

“Wait, did you hear that?” I asked Janice, looking around the room, “I think something changed.”

“No, I didn’t, just keep trying to think of more words. You were on water-” The ticking increased, cutting off Janice.

“Maybe that’s a clue!” I looked at the screen, situated right above the geiger counter. The timer read 6:23:00.

“OK, so water” The ticking increased, “is correct, but not for the other one?”

“BOOBIE! COCK! GREAT STONKING TITS!” Janice started shouting, only for the ticking to actually get quieter.

“Wait, maybe it’s not a bird name, but a symbol for something...” The ticking grew back to normal.

“Wait, is it a person?” I asked out loud. The ticking increased for just a moment. “It references someone, but not a person.” The ticking grew louder.

“Like what, Superman?” The ticking stopped altogether and I looked at Janice quizzically, “You know, It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s superman!” Janice tried to do a no-handed Superman pose and failed. I swore I heard laughter behind a wall somewhere.

“Maybe... not Superman,” I guessed, “but someone like him. Someone ‘greater’ than a normal human?” The ticking increased greatly before dying back down. “What is greater than a human? A king?” The ticking stopped, “A god?” The ticking rose again, higher than before.

“Wait, what? Do gods have symbols?” Janice’s confident stature seemed to shrink a bit.

“Lots of gods have symbols. For example, Asclepius has his staff entwined with a snake, and that’s been the symbol not only for him, but for medical fields as a whole.” I looked around, “Maybe all of these aren’t words or actions, but relate to gods...” I looked towards the geiger counter, and not only did the ticking increase, but a green light turned on.

“OK, so these are gods.” I look at Janice, “How well do you know your mythology?”

Janice again looked a bit deflated, “I... No, I never really cared for that stuff.”

I saw in the corner of my eye some panels move around. There were some more... obvious symbols. “Maybe there’s another clue. You don’t have a chain, so maybe you can look around.” I offered to Janice, who I could tell was getting a bit disappointed.

I looked at the symbols. They were gods, and I knew that most pantheons had gods represented by animals. Often the animals were directly related to the god, but sometimes it was just a form the god took in one myth. I could hear Janice walking around behind me.

“Oh my god” I heard behind me, “I think I know what this person wants.”

I turned around and saw what she was looking at. There was a series of donuts, clams, hot dogs, sausages, poles... you get the idea. Lots of phallic and yonic symbols. But, each one was... wet. Glistening. A timer beeped, and the timer showed 5 minutes.

“We gotta fuck!” Janice said, while the geiger counter went nuts. “And in five minutes! Quick, take off your pants!”

“Uhh, I can’t, my hands are-” I tried saying before Janice tackled me to the ground.

(“You okay?” She asked. “Yeah, I’m fine”, I answered)

“Fuck that, I don’t want to die here.” She bent down and started undoing my pants with her mouth, “This will have to do!”

I could feel myself hardening as she fumbled with the zipper. The determination was back in her eyes. “Finally!” She shouted as she got the pants undone. The timer blinked red, 4:30 left.

Wasting no time, Janice pulled down my underwear with her chin before plopping my still soft dick in her mouth. The sudden sensation sending a rush of blood to my nether regions, slowly hardening my dick. It only took a few seconds before I was at full mast.

Janice spun around, still somehow keeping my dick in her mouth, and shoved her pussy in my face. “Here, get me started” she ordered before going back to me. I shrugged (well, tried to) and started licking her vagina. She was already sopping wet, but I could tell she liked my ministrations. I looked over to the timer and noticed it was... slowing down. It was at 4:10, but it was clearly more than 20 seconds since I last checked.

Janice wiggled her hips, “Hey, focus up! I’m almost done here!” She barked at me, forcing me back into her crotch. After a minute or so, Janice decided we were done.

“OK, that’ll have to do.” She looked at the time, 3:45.

“Fuck, we gotta hurry!” And Janice impaled herself on me, her eyes rolling back as she adjusted to the sudden intrusion. It was just a second before she was bouncing on me with abandon.

“Ohhhh fuckkk, this is so gooood.” Janice was moaning on top of me, “Fucking hell! That’s right, fuck me!”

I could feel her against my hips, the sheer **** of her thrusts. It was getting faster and faster, harder and harder. I was shaking, she was shaking, and I heard something vibrating in the distance.

I felt a heat rising from me, slowly at first, before picking up speed. Janice was moaning ontop of me, humping me like she was trying to give CPR through my pelvis. I felt pleasure, but I also felt pain. And not like a “sexy” kind of pain, one that cuts through the haze and lets you focus on what is happening, but like a dull throbbing pain in my hips. The cardboard, while effective for a makeshift floor, was not that cushioned.

While I was contemplating my hips and my dick, a truly odd thing to do, Janice reared back, spasming. The rippling waves of muscle contractions tipped me over the edge, and painted her tunnel white. Janice leaned back and slowly fell to the floor, leaving a trail behind her.

I looked around. The lights were still dim. The clock was at 3:10. Then 3:09. Then 3:08. Maris wasn’t done yet.

I coughed. Janice didn’t stir. I coughed again. Still nothing. I kicked her leg gently. Then a bit harder. This got her to actually get up. “Yes, yes, I know I’m good, but give me a moment.” She was a bit groggy as she stood to your feet. I nodded towards the timer.

“Oh shit!” Janice started looking around, clearly panicked, “That wasn’t it? What do we do? Shit, what do we do?” Janice bent over and looked at her vagina, “Don’t you fucking explode on me!”

A small panel opened up in the ceiling, and out dropped a small... thing, right on Janice’s head. It bounced towards me, but landed behind a bit of scenery, and I didn’t get a good look at it.

“What does...” Janice wondered aloud as she peered at the clue, “Is that...”

Then she pounced on me, driving her lips onto mine. That same manic energy was back, and she was forcing her tongue into mine. The effect was... well... immediate, and my dick started poking her again.

It was very awkward, I must say, as we still didn’t have actual use of our hands. Still, Janice showed a rather surprising amount of strength and dexterity, pinning me down like that with basically her hips and shoulders. Then she started aiming her wet sex, while still mashing her face into mine mind you, onto my dick. Once, twice, third time she put it in, still passionately making out with me.

But, she slipped, or rolled, or fell, or something, and she was on the floor. Somehow, and I genuinely could not tell you how she did this, but she rolled me ontop of herself. Still kissing me, but also wrapping her legs around my waist. I guess it was my turn.

I started humping, driving my hips forward. I couldn’t quite get the ferocity or energy that Janice showed just a few minutes ago, but I was clearly doing something right. She started moaning in my mouth, needing to break away just to catch her breath. But, each time, she dove right back in, like she genuinely believed her life was on the line.

But, of course, all the time I could feel the sensation building. A heat rising in my dick, a sensation that tingled throughout. And, when her muscles started clenching, I released myself as well. I rolled off, and looked at the timer. It read 00:00:15, in flashing green lights. It looked like all three of us were spent.

I stood up, fingered the handcuffs for a bit before finding the latch, and undid myself. Janice was still panting on the ground, so I helped her up into a sitting position and undid her cuffs. A door swung open and Maris, pantsless with absolutely soaked thighs, carefully walked in.

Without saying a word, Maris dropped to her knees and started eating out Janice, who was clearly shocked but not complaining. I couldn’t tell what Maris wanted more, my spunk or her crotch, but she was certainly getting it. Janice gently placed her hands on Maris’s head and guided her. Another shaking orgasm hit, and Janice physically pushed Maris away. “God, just, oh fuck. That was good. I need a lie down.”

I helped guide both Maris and Janice up the stairs and into the kitchen. Maris grabbed a tea-towell and laid it on a sofa, before faceplanting herself into the cushions.

“She’s gonna... need a minute” I explained to the somewhat perplexed Janice, “In the meantime, how about some coffee? Tea?”