Todd did what I told him to do and then I had the two men walk into the bathroom and get in the bathtub. I told Todd to take the free end of the handcuff on his left wrist and lock it tight around the faucet handle. When he had done that I tucked the Colt behind my belt, unzipped myself and took out my cock.
“I’ve been saving this for hours” I said, and then I pissed all over the both of them. When I was done I turned to Alana, “Your turn now Alana. Dry them off.”
She reached for a towel, but I took it out of her hands. “No towel Alana, use your tongue.”
She recoiled at that, “Oh no, I won’t do that.”
“Your choice Alana, but I can tell you this much. You won’t have much of a sex life if you are confined to a wheel chair.”
I pulled the Colt from where I had tucked it in and I had just pulled back the hammer when she said, “All right, okay, I’ll do it.”
“Get to it then.”
“Do you really hate me that much?”
“I hate what you did to me and that’s enough.”
The tears started falling again, but she got in the tub and went to work. She stopped twice to toss her cookies, but I waved the gun at her and she went back to work. When she was done I had her use the cuffs that Todd had cuffed her to the chair with to cuff herself to Tim.
“Okay children, I have one last thing to take care of. Don’t go away.”
I left the bathroom and came back a few minutes later with a video camera. “I had this hidden so that it would catch all the action. I can edit out the ropes. So, now we each have a tape. If the one you have never sees the light of day neither will this one, but if I even hear a rumor that there is a tape of me out there I will put this on the Internet so fast it will make your head swim and I’ll make damned sure that everyone that I know who knows the both of you will also get a copy.”
“We can trade” Todd said, “The tape we have for that one.”
“No we can’t. I would never trust that you didn’t make copies. I’ll just hang on to this one. If you are smart you will destroy the one you have to make damned sure it doesn’t get found inadvertently and get out.”
“But you’ll still have yours. How do we know we can trust you?”
“You don’t. You just have to hope, but think of this; I could have hurt you both bad tonight, but I didn’t. The other thing to remember is that you guys started this, not me.”
I turned to leave and Alana said, “Where are you going?”
“Away from this place.”
“But you can’t just go and leave us here.”
“You’re right, I can’t. It could be days before anyone finds you.”
I took out my cell phone and when the police dispatcher answered I gave the address and reported seeing two men trying to break in.
“There! Help is on the way. You all take care now” and I left the house.
That was a week ago and Alana has called my office and cell phone a dozen times a day since. So far I haven’t taken the calls, but I do have to admit to a touch of curiosity. What could she possibly have to say to me now?