Come Out and Play
By Cyan’s Fiction
Chapter One
“No Justin, I don’t know when Jenny’s going to be getting home because I haven’t really spoken to her in a few days. But I will tell her you called. Uh huh... Okay. Bye, Justin!” Lesley hung up the phone and continued towel drying her hair. She was dressed only in a white button up shirt and leopard print panties.
“That was Justin... Again.” Jenny was sitting on the other side of the room reading a newspaper as she worked herself through a mournful, melancholy face. “You need to at least call him, Jen.”
“He has to learn that life isn’t a fucking movie! I mean, he can’t just go around kissing whoever he gets a hard on for.”
“I still can’t believe he made the move’.”
“Me neither. Well, in any case, I’m off to work now, so you’ll see me when you see me.” With that, Jenny vanished out the front door.
Lesley was startled by the sound of the phone ringing again. When she answered it, she
heard heavy breathing on the other end.
“Hello? Hellooo? Anybody there?” The heavy breathing became increasingly louder the longer she stayed on the phone. Click. Lesley figured if it had been important or a joke, the person would call back.
Ten seconds later, she was proven right. Calmly, Lesley picked up the phone and answered sweetly.
“Hullo?” No answer. “Hullo?” Stone silence. “I’m hanging up!”
Lesley followed up on her promise. She glanced at the clock. 11:24 p.m. She had an engagement at midnight on 7th Street. She headed off to her bedroom to get fully dressed.
Lesley began to get increasingly perturbed when she heard the phone ring again. She had already begun to piece the story together. It was probably Justin playing games. As far back as high school, both she and Jenny had heard stories of Justin and the mind games he had become notorious for playing. This time, Lesley decided to play right back. She let the phone ring four times before she answered it. When her mouth went to the receiver, she let out the most bloodcurdling scream her throat could produce and promptly hung up on the elusive caller. Consumed by the thrill of personal victory, she chuckled to herself. Almost immediately, the person called back.
“The kid’s a glutton for punishment!” she said as she took in a deep breath and picked up the phone again. “LEAVE US ALOOOOOONE!” Lesley cried in fake distress. She had hoped that would be the final call, but as soon as she hung it up, it rang again. Lesley resignedly took the phone in her hand again and summoned her normal voice. “Hullo?”
“Wait! Wait! Don’t hang up!”
“Oh! Hey, dude!”
“What the hell was all that screaming about?”
“Oh, sorry about that! I thought you were this other guy that keeps
calling!”
“Well, who did you think this was?” Justin asked suspiciously. Lesley paused momentarily and then answered.
“This guy named Jarrod. He keeps calling and won’t leave us alone!”
“Are you sure it’s not me you’re talking about?”
“No, dude! You’re fine! You don’t bother us!”
“Well, I really need to talk to Jenny. Is she home from work yet?”
“Actually, I don’t think she gets off until really late. Maybe around three in the morning or something. She said it was going to be a busy weekend.”
“Well listen, you got a minute?”
“Sure. What’s up?”
“Has Jenny said anything about me lately? Anything good or bad?”
“Not at all, man! I haven’t talked to Jenny all that much for about a week now. Why do you ask?”
“Well, I tried to kiss her the other day and she turned away.” Lesley feigned astonishment.
“You tried to what? You tried to kiss her? She has a boyfriend!”
“How can she have a boyfriend if he’s in another state?”
“He comes up almost every weekend. They’re very loyal to each other.”
“So do you think if I remain her friend and stick with her even after the inevitable break up period that maybe she’ll take a look around and say ‘Hey! He’s been there all along’?”
“I really couldn’t say, Justin! I mean, I understand what you’re getting at about being her friend and all, but I really don’t know what to tell you because Jenny doesn’t tell me... Anything about that. She doesn’t talk about relationships with me.”
“Alright. Well, will you tell her when she gets home to call me? It’s very important.”
“I’ll do that, Justin!”
“Please don’t forget.”
“I won’t. I’ll leave a note for her when she gets in with big bright red crayon letters!”
“Thanks a lot, Lesley!”
“Bye, Justin.” Click.
Lesley continued attempting to get dressed when the phone rang once more. It was the same hollow silence from before. She could feel someone on the other line, but no words were uttered. Just heavy and strenuous breaths. This time, the person on the other line hung up first. Lesley was really beginning to get frightened by these strange calls and decided to take the phone off the hook.
Lesley jumped when she still heard the incessant sound of a ringing phone, albeit of a different tone. She checked to make sure the television was turned off and it was. There was no doorbell since it was a trailer, so that couldn’t be it. She searched frantically for the source of the noise. She checked on the smoke alarms next, but they were deathly
silent as always. With the deepest concentration she could muster, Lesley tracked the noise into her bathroom. She had pinpointed the sound. She searched through the cabinets above the sink, under the rug, in the shower. Still nothing. Listening closely once more, Lesley finally tracked the source of the noise to the window behind the curtain. It was a cellular phone. Lesley found this to be immensely bizarre considering neither she nor
Jenny had a cellular phone anymore. Frustrated with the endless ringing, Lesley finally hit the SEND button on the cell phone and put her ear to it.
“Who is this?”
There was too much static and feedback on the phone for her to know for sure what was being said, but she did hear her name mentioned amongst a few other jumbled words. The call ended chillingly with a recorded scream that could only have been her own. With her hand trembling, Lesley dropped the phone at her feet and quickly ran to the bedroom to put something on. She quickly threw on some of her dirty jeans that she had meant to wash before she went out. She didn’t bother changing shirts. She just wanted to get out of the trailer before anything disastrous happened.
Unfortunately, Lesley never got the chance. No sooner than she had gotten to the door, she was tackled from behind as a chloroform soaked cloth embraced her face and kissed her goodnight. Lesley’s mind raced as the room did and she felt herself fading.
It had been fifteen minutes since Lesley had been sedated. When her eyes fluttered open, she was immediately gripped by the strong arm of fear. She was face down on a leather surface. She tried to make use of her limbs, but she was still a bit dizzy and her legs felt like jelly. She could feel the cool air wander at her backside. She was still wearing her button up shirt, but her jeans had been removed in short order, exposing her leopard print
panties. It took her a few moments to finally realize that she had been bound in a complicated hog tie in which her right leg was bound to her left hand and her left leg her right hand. In the middle of the crossed tie, there was a knot that joined the four ligaments together masterfully. She panicked. She remembered everything leading up to her awakening, but felt numb emotionally. She was too weak to scream or else she would have. She turned her head to her left side as her cheek brushed against the cold leather surface again. Her hair fell across her face as she struggled to turn her head. Through thick, tangled strands of hair, she could see a bevy of sexual toys that she recognized from past experiences. Ball gags, dildos, spreader bars, body cages. Wait! Body cages? Spreader bars? She had never gone any deeper than putting a ball gag on her boyfriend or using a dildo.
She twisted in her hog tie, but nothing budged. She only managed to make rope burns on her arms and legs. She cried out shrilly. Seconds later, she heard a door open somewhere behind her. She fought to turn her head in the direction of the noise, but she was bound too thoroughly for that. She could see one or two figures moving out of the corner of her eye, but they were too quick for her to identify. Lesley’s lips began to tremble.
“Please...” was all she could get out before a hand went to her knee casually tracing its way up her body. Next, the calloused hand found the heel of her foot. It stopped at the small in her back for a moment before journeying on up her spine. An index finger stopped at her neck and pinched. She gasped as her eyes welled up with fast flowing tears. She could faintly make out a figure through her hair. The figure gently brushed away her hair to reveal himself.
He was a bulky man with a red suit that seemed to have been tailor made for his build. He had a black mop top that almost curled. He appeared clean shaven and kind, but his eyes betrayed those impressions. There was something haunting about his eyes. She could almost make out her own reflection in those selflessly cold eyes.
“What is this?” was all Lesley could eke out as the man pressed his finger across her forehead before running it down to her lips. Her lips trembled at his touch, but he forced his index finger in assertively and began to work her tongue back and forth.
“Don’t...” she whispered through her teeth at him. She could have bitten him, but she was afraid of how the man would react to this, so she reluctantly allowed him to explore her mouth for a little while longer. When he finally removed it, he took a small handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped his finger clean before bending down and telling Lesley to open her mouth for him. His voice was studious and enterprising.
“Please...” Lesley choked out, “What’s going on?”
“You’ll find out soon enough. Now open up.” Lesley was resisting him and he did not like that at all, so he had to be a little more aggressive with her. “Open your mouth so I can slide this in or I’ll use something bigger that could unhinge your jaw.” Lesley slowly opened her mouth so the man could work the damp handkerchief deep into her mouth. Someone from behind Lesley spoke up and startled her.
“I don’t want her cheeks to bulge. Make sure you get it as far back to her throat as possible.” Lesley wretched as the man in the suit took these words to heart. She was shocked when she found that they were still not finished as the man in the suit pulled an obscure instrument off the wall and pushed it towards Lesley’s face. When she tried to turn her head, she felt a menacing hand grab a fistful of her hair so the man in the suit could buckle it in place. It was a plug gag shaped like a tarantula. When he was finished placing the gag on her, he took a step back to admire his handiwork. It looked almost as if a real tarantula was crawling up her face, which frightened Lesley to no end.
The man in the red suit bent down into her face. He pulled back some loose strands of hair to whisper in her ear. “We’ll be back in a little while. We’re going to make a call to your little friend and then we’ll make sure you’re more comfortable.” As he left her side, he slid his hand across her rear, covering it with goosebumps. She wailed into her gag. The door closed as the two mysterious men left her to asylum.
To Be Continued…