Interlude.

All five of my senses slammed into me at once and I looked around. I was in my old bedroom and the guy in front of me was-

"Oh, fuck," I said and remembered saying.

"Uh, hello?" he said, glancing at the remote in his hand. "I'm- shit! Are you-"

"Yeah," I said as my eyes focused on him. As my memories came back, I broke out in a cold sweat. "I am. I didn't think- oh no, oh shit. I- oh fuck, this is bad! Get some duct tape. Now!"

He looked at me with confusion and I felt that first twinge between my legs. "NOW!"

While he stumbled downstairs, I steeled myself. This wasn't going to be pleasant. I tried to remember all the things I need to tell him. As my thighs started to tickle, I cursed. How long does it to take get duct tape? I remembered panicking and looking in the stupidest places, checking the refrigerator, looking in the litterbox. What the fuck was I thinking?

Finally he reappeared with the tape. "My wrists!" I yelled. God, he looked good. No! I needed to resist it. "My ankles!"

His touch on my skin was electric. I laughed a little thinking about how quickly that English guy got horny. I couldn't blame him! He stared at me with genuine confusion, which made me laugh even harder. God, he was so innocent!

"Mark, I've got a few things to tell you and one thing to, uh, show you."

He still stared at me with his mouth agape. I could tell he couldn't keep his eyes off my tits. "You, uh, first of all, you shouldn't think of the remote as an entity. It's more like, um, it's like- God, it's kicking in already! It's not like an person, more like a very strange ****..."

His cock was just sitting there, flaccid. I vaguely remembered how creepy it was when Connie zoned out staring at my penis. I realized he was staring at me. Had I trailed off?

"Yeah! Um, yeah. God, this tape is tight!" The deja vu was so strong I had to chuckle. "Um, the other thing was your goal and the remote's goal are not mutally excluded. Exclusive? Fuck! I'm- it's getting so cloudy..." I wrestled against the tape binding my wrists and ankles. I saw a familiar expression of pity on Mark's face.

"And you had something to show me?" He asked with trepidation.

"Yeah," I replied as I writhed, speaking more by rote than from actual thought. "What happens when- oh, God... when it's deprived of sex. Whatever happens next, wait until it happens before you untie me or zap me again!"

He stared at me and I stared at him. I was talking? He looked so familiar. My pussy ached for what he had. I saw his mouth move and I thought of it on me and my eyes rolled back in my head. A fragment of memory struck me. This had happened before! She said something weird. I spent a long time thinking about it. What had she said?

"See you next time," I heard a voice say and it took a second before I realized it was mine, and a few more seconds before I forgot hearing it.