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Memories Of Long Tall Mary

Part 52

MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 52

by Long Tall Mary

While awaiting the arrival of Juan my cell rang, it was Pattie my manager, and I knew before answering that it meant trouble. Kristen, my full time waitress, had just been arrested at the bar by police and taken away in handcuffs. The only information Patti had was that it was a warrant for some type of drug charge committed previously.

Just fucking great! In addition to being short a waitress for a busy Friday night, I had to be concerned with whether or not Kristen could have been dealing drugs at the bar without my knowledge. If so my liquor license would be in jeopardy. Fortunately Patti was able to contact one of my part time waitress’ and she agreed to work on short notice, I offer fifty dollars cash off the books, in addition to the regularly hour wage and tips under these circumstances.

Upon learning that Kristen’s bail had been set at $1000.00, I contacted an intermediary who would go to the holding center and post the bail. My motivations were far from altruistic, I wanted to learn by speaking with Kristen, the details of the charge, my peace of mind was at stake.

Before I was able to speak with her Juan arrived at the academy, driving a dark blue older Camaro. Pretending to be the Headmistress I walked out to greet him with Noreen standing closely by to assist me if necessary. Juan was far heavier and muscular than Kevin, the last male I had overpowered. While I’m not particularly fond of Latino macho types, he wasn’t all that bad looking except for numerous facial scars.

He wasted no time becoming assertive, “You fucking cunt, I want my woman, Andrea and now, or else I’m going to rearrange your ugly face”. Rather than reply orally I kneed him in the groin, causing him to cringe in pain. In seconds I applied my Raptor stun gun to his neck and he was on the ground, semi- conscious and incapable of resistance.

Noreen rushed to my side as I swiftly cuffed the thug’s wrists behind him and likewise his ankles were cuffed together. Due to his size it wasn’t that easy to move him, so rather than drag him inside the building we placed him on the rear floor of his Camaro. Much to my relief, after patting him down I found no weapon, a search of his vehicle likewise failed to uncover one.

I used a funnel gag on him, allowing him to breath and his face was covered with a leather hood, having openings for only his nostrils and mouth. As much as I enjoy seeing the look of humiliation about a sub, minimizing the chance of him identifying anyone was of greater concern.

Juan quickly emerged from his semi-consciousness, thrashing about and attempting to yell through his gag. To further taunt him I unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick, indeed he was well hung and I certainly couldn’t verbally trash him on that point.

Gently stroking his rigid cock, I calmly explained that he would be turned over to some of my gay bondage buddies for some discipline, emphasizing that it included forced anal and oral sex. He tried to speak through his gag and almost sounded like he was trying to be apologetic. My response was to find a Christian station on his car radio and turn up the volume full blast, as some preacher delivered a sermon.

About thirty minutes later a sixteen foot delivery truck bearing “Happy Ice Company” markings pulled up the driveway and stopped in front of the administration building. Usually I don’t recognize the transporters, but in this case Joe was behind the wheel and accompanied by Brian. It was quite surprising to see Joe on a job in person, usually he directed operations from his leather store. He is balding, 50 something, and bears a strong resemblance to “Kojak” of TV fame.

Before Joe’s arrival I had gone through Juan’s car, and after checking the registration card found it to be registered to him. It was of immense relief to know the vehicle wasn’t stolen and as a result Joe agreed to drive it and follow the truck back to Syracuse. In cases of abduction like this, such details are very important. If Juan were to “disappear” the last thing I want is for his car to be found at the academy. Juan would not be able to identify his abductors or place of detention, as one or both of them would wear masks or be blindfolded at all times.

While I’ve learned not to ask questions, most likely Joe would park the Camaro somewhere inconspicuous and when Juan was released, he would be in female attire and dropped off somewhere near the car. The scumbag was deserving of every ounce of humiliation and torture imaginable and my only regret was that I wouldn’t be able to witness it. None of the confined cadets would witness nor be told of Juan’s abduction.

Joe and Brian, like most of the gay trainers I deal with are men of few words. However as I had left his cock sticking out through his zipper slit, Joe did gratuitously comment on its size. Through his ear, covered by the leather hood, I continued to taunt Juan by cooing softly “when you finish serving these gentlemen, you can have a session with me and enjoy a real woman”.

Preparation for transport was prompt and efficient. It was agreed that Juan would continue to wear my hood and gag. Joe removed a two wheeled metal shipping cart from the back of the truck and rolled it to the Camaro, accompanied by Brian who was carrying three rolls of black duct tape.

Juan offered no resistance as the handcuffs were removed from his wrists and ankles, and replaced with tape. He was then hoisted into an upright position on the cart and additional tape was used on both his upper and lower body to secure him in that position. A ramp was placed from the rear door of the truck to the ground, and the cart with Juan attached was wheeled into the cargo area of the truck. Additional connectors were used to secure the cart to the truck wall so that it would stay in place for the duration of the trip. The refrigerator compressor was running which assured Juan would enjoy the benefits of air conditioning during transport, and would drown out any sounds he might make.

Brian got behind the wheel of the truck and drove off, with Joe following in the Camaro. Joe gave no indication of Juan’s fate but I was confident he would notify me, if and when, his new sex slave was released. Noreen and I breathed a sigh of relief, Headmistress Cecilia, who had remained indoors during the encounter, expressed her appreciation for my handling of the matter.

Shortly after Juan’s departure I received a call from the intermediary I had sent to post bail for Kristen. According to my source it appeared Kristen had been caught on a wiretap ordering cocaine, she, several other customers, as well as the dealer had been busted. Kristen had assured her that none of the calls or deliveries were made to or from my bar, but until I could speak with her personally, I would have little peace of mind.

I had been doing some electronic eavesdropping of my own, using the CCTV audio to listen to the cadet chatter in the dungeon. One comment that infuriated me was Andrea referring to me as “the long legged old lady bitch” and how she would rearrange my facial features, precisely the same words uttered by Juan.

Noreen, Cecilia and myself proceeded to the dungeon where the six cadets had been left fully attired in heir athletic clothes. Rather than remove the cuffs, then remove their t-shirts, my first inclination was to take my heavy duty scissors and cut off each t-shirt. I relented and each t-shirt was pulled up over their heads and knotted. Next the bras came off, followed by shorts and panties, the cadets were now ready for the various corporal punishments I had in store for them.

First I made a announcement, “will the cadet who referred to me as the long legged old lady bitch please identify herself”, this was met with silence but the expression on Andrea’s face was adequate to identify the offender, even if I weren’t already aware. After it was apparent that no one would be forthcoming I announced that each cadet would be severely flogged until someone confessed.

Probably thinking she was saving her fellow cadets from undeserved pain, Andrea admitted to uttering the contemptible remarks. I gently twisted her left nipple with my fingers and then without warning I savagely thrashed my flogger across both of her boobs, causing her to cry out in pain.

The means of how Andrea’s facial features could be rearranged were rather limited, with the only practical option being the dental retainer type gag. I made sure it stretched her mouth open as much as possible, and that she was aware it was in response to her earlier comments. She was informed that further painful punishment would be inflicted upon her later, leaving her to ponder her fate. As her position was far too comfortable I recuffed her hands, this time behind her back and winched them upwards, forcing her to stand in a bent over position.

Next on the agenda was interrogation of the other five cadets. Extracting truthful answers has long been my forte, Headmistress Cecilia was most interested in what I learned although she would not allowed to be personally present. Predictably I would learn of the lesbian and heterosexual relationships amongst the cadets, as well as any alcohol or drug use.

Lydia was selected to be the first interrogated, her wrist cuffs were unfastened from the ceiling hooks, her t-shirt removed, then her wrists were cuffed behind her back. I grabbed the nude plumper by the arm and led her upstairs to the interrogation room. My preferred position is for the sub to kneel before me as I sit in a chair, flogger in hand, and begin my questioning.

The poor wench would have related her entire life history had I pushed her, however my main concern was extracting information as to which cadets were engaged in what mischief. I’ve found that by permitting the sub to relate some of their personal concerns, it allows me to pretend to be sympathetic, and that much easier to obtain the desired information.

Lydia was from an affluent family but had been beset by lifelong obesity. This prevented her from participating in school sports , boys took no interest in her, and she was exposed to widespread ridicule. Despite this adversity she was a high scholastic achiever, until her sophomore year when she fell into the habit of mixing alcohol with marijuana. Her indiscretions ultimately led to trouble with the law and as a condition of probation she agreed to attend the academy for her senior year.

She readily confessed to using marijuana several times at the academy, identifying Andrea as essentially being a courier for her drug dealing boyfriend, Juan. Andrea was also providing marihuana to three other current academy cadets, and at least four others were procuring it from other sources during their weekend leaves.

I’m not a prude when he it comes to marihuana but the idea that these wayward wenches could be sent to an expensive boarding school, supposedly for boot camp style discipline, then continue to indulge their illicit habit, caused me to be greatly perturbed. That the school, ostensibly for legal reasons, could initiate a bondage discipline, but not drug testing program struck me as incredulous.

Lydia’s reward for her candor was to be spared from any torture, at least for the time being. She was led back to the dungeon, where her wrist cuffs were once again attached to the ceiling hooks, assuring she would stand uncomfortably for an extended period.

At this time I instructed Noreen to tape the mouths of all of the cadets except Andrea, who seemed to be doing quite well with the retainer gag. Until the interrogation is complete it is essential to prevent the cadets from discussing with one another, what one cadet might have, or might say.

Andrea still looked too comfortable, even with her arms stretched above her back, so I took the opportunity to attach a pair of clamps to her tits and yank the chain back and forth several times. Predictably this resulted in a shriek of pain, it was as much to punish her as it was to place the cadets still to be interrogated, in the proper frame of mind.

The next four cadets to be interrogated were remarkably cooperative and much to my disappointment, it wasn’t necessary to use any additional torture to extract the desired information. Their answers were consistent, indicating they were telling the truth without agreeing beforehand amongst themselves what to say.

With the interrogations complete I was able to assess the extent of the disciplinary problems at the academy. The most nefarious activity was marijuana use, twelve of the eighteen cadets were using it. Andrea was the provider, meeting with Juan twice during the week.

Despite strict prohibitions on visitors, Andrea was able to slip off undetected into the surrounding woods and meet Juan on a nearby isolated stretch of highway. After presumably engaging in sex, Andrea slipped back into the academy with the marijuana which was sold to the cadets individually.

How twelve cadets could smoke marijuana, undetected upon the academy ground grounds, was beyond my imagination and pointed to collusion by academy staff. I would soon be discussing the matter with Headmistress Cecilia and recommending changes, but first it was necessary to secure the cadets for the evening.

Three of the cadets were selected to enjoy the relative comfort of sitting in the individual cages for the evening Naked, they were not restrained or gagged, at this point I didn’t care if they communicated with each other. None the less, to frustrate any such attempts I piped in loud music over the CCTV, suffice to say it wasn’t heavy metal music but a more inspirational type.

Two of the cadets, including Lydia, were allowed the even greater comfort of being chained to beds in separate rooms. Their restraints allowed them to stand with no additional range of movement.

Andrea would spend the night rope bound to a chair in the bedroom I would be sleeping in. Never underestimate the discomfort of an expertly done chair tie. She would have been more comfortable had she been forced to stand overnight attached to the overhead. The bitch was bound so tightly as to assure maximal discomfort and this included a crotch rope, connected to a rope around her waist.

As much as I enjoy the discomfort resulting from the retainer gag, it can’t be left in place overnight without risking facial nerve damage. In its place I attached a facial harness with a snap on rubber cock attachment, making it easier on the musculature as well as permitting adequate breathing. The harness padlocks into place making it impossible to remove, even if the hands are free and the cock snaps on so tightly that no amount of facial contortions can dislodge it.

After Andrea was secure I gave her another vicious flogger stroke across her boobs as a taste of what she could expect later. For the time being she would remain unattended in the guest bedroom. Norine was assigned the task of monitoring Andrea and the two cadets who were chained to their beds, the cadets in the basement would be monitored by CCTV.

Cecilia invited us into her study and proceeded to pour each of the three of us , a glass of an expensive brand of Chardonnay. While I’m not particularly fond of imbibing while on jobs, feelings can suffer if such offerings are declined. I quickly got down to business and hoped that the Chardonnay would make Cecilia more receptive to what I had to offer.

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