Mock Rape, Inc.

“You were told to undress. Are you undressed?”

“No, sir.” Why had she called him ‘sir’? It made her angry, but she felt the need to appease. She didn’t want to be switched again.

“Then get that way.”

Claire pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. She stood naked except for her blindfold and collar. Nothing happened for several minutes. She was pretty sure her captor was inspecting her. Then her arm was seized. Something was buckled snugly around her wrist, then she heard the snick of another small lock. The process was repeated with her other wrist, then her wrists were pulled behind her and fastened. Cuffs were then locked on her ankles.

Her ankle cuffs were fastened together. Then her wrists freed, fastened in front, pulled overhead and fastened. Claire was now standing with her arms over her head so that her body was drawn taut. Hands cupped her breasts, then she felt the fingers on her nipples. Claire moaned softly, then screeched as something clamped down on first one nipple then the other.

“Don’t,” she pleaded. “Take them off.”

“Open your mouth.”

Against her better judgement, Claire complied. Something was jammed in her mouth and held in place by a strap buckled behind her neck.

“You probably thought your silly code word would save you, didn’t you.”

Before Claire could react to this remark, she felt a sting across the small of her back. It was quickly followed by another and another. Claire was lashed from neck to ankles. Each blow hurt but was bearable; however, the cumulative effect soon had her sobbing softly. She was being whipped. She couldn’t believe it. And what was worse, she had paid them to do it. It wasn’t just the pain that made her cry; she felt like such a fool.

After she had been thoroughly worked over, her arms were taken down and fastened behind her. Claire yelped as the clamps were removed from her nipples. She was bent over a table or bench and her collar fastened to the surface of it. Her ankles were spread and locked in place. Then she was fucked. Claire reflected that this was an accurate description of her situation on a number of levels. She was being fucked. Nonetheless, Claire experienced a surprisingly healthy orgasm. She was embarrassed and ashamed that she could have an orgasm under such conditions. It was all so mechanical. Do this...stand there...silence!...obey. She started to cry again. She felt so humiliated.

Claire felt her gag being unbuckled. It was pulled out and she closed her mouth, the ache in her jaw intensified by the unaccustomed motion. She tried to speak.

“Consequent...ow!” She had been lashed across the small of her back.

“You still don’t have permission to speak,” said the voice.

Consequently? She had tried to use her word, but had gotten it wrong. Consignment? Containment? Consecutively? Conserv... “Gachh!” Something had been shoved in her mouth. It took Claire a moment to realize what it was. She raised her head, trying to clear her mouth of the thing that was relentlessly thrusting itself into her.

“You’ve never done a blow job, have you.”

Fingers laced themselves into her hair and pulled her head back down, then up again. Claire let her neck go limp as her head was bobbed up and down on the shaft.

“Lick...suck.”

Claire made a half hearted effort to comply, then yelped as she was lashed again.

“Try harder,” said the voice. “You’re going to keep doing this until you get it right.”

Claire increased her efforts. After a bit, her captor grunted and the back of her throat was spayed with a warm liquid.

“Swallow.”

Claire gulped and swallowed, then the rapidly shrinking member was pulled out. Claire’s attempt to speak was interrupted as her stomach heaved and she threw up on the floor..

“Damn,” was all the voice said.

Claire was unfastened and pulled to an upright position. She groaned as her muscles uncramped themselves. Something was held to her lips.

“Drink.”

Claire drank. As near as she could tell, it was water. Her gag was replaced, then her wrists fastened overhead again.

This time she was whipped on her frontside. Thighs, stomach, breasts. Claire jerked and struggled. Her captor would simply wait until she stopped moving, then land another blow. After a while it stopped. It had been more intense than her first whipping, but had not lasted as long.

Claire’s hands were tied behind her again. Then she was picked up and carried to another room and deposited on a soft surface. Covers were pulled over her. She realized she was in a bed. Someone climbed in beside her. His body covered hers and pressed it into the mattress. She was fucked again. Claire fell asleep.

Sometime later she awoke. Her head was pulled beneath the covers and she was given another blow job lesson. This time she managed not to throw up. She fell asleep again. The pattern repeated. Fuck, nap, blow job, nap.

When next she awoke, she was picked up, placed on the floor and hogtied. Her collar was attached to the floor. Claire remained uncomfortably bound for an indeterminate period of time, after which she was untied and helped to her feet. She did not try to remove her blindfold. Her hands were pulled behind her and locked in handcuffs. She was gagged and led from the room.

Claire was placed in the van and secured in the same way she had been when she arrived, except this time she was naked. After a trip which seemed similar in length to the previous one, the van stopped. Claire was unstrapped and her ankles freed. She was helped from the van and stood quietly on what felt like pavement while her wrists were freed and then locked in front of her. A light chain was threaded through the center link of the handcuffs and locked around her waist, pinning her wrists to her stomach. A small object was placed in her hand. After a moment, the van door slammed and she heard it drive off.

Claire had no idea where she was. She was standing naked, handcuffed, gagged, and blindfolded. She thought she was outdoors. She could hear traffic and feel a breeze. She felt more vulnerable now than at any previous time in her captivity. She couldn’t hear anyone around and hoped she was alone. She feared she was on a street corner. Claire took a tentative step and stubbed her toe. She had to get the blindfold off, but couldn’t reach it with her hands chained to her waist.

Examining the object in her hand, she realized it was a ring of keys. There were three of them. She fumbled for a considerable period of time, trying to unlock the handcuffs. She dropped the keys. Claire extended one leg and swept the ground with her foot until she located them. She squatted, but was unable to reach the ground. Finally, she was forced to kneel, then lie down and roll around until she got her hands on the keys. She found the keyhole on her left wrist, and after more fumbling, she was able to unlock it with the second key she tried. She reached up and tried to remove her blindfold, but it was buckled tightly in place and locked. She unlocked her right wrist. With both hands free, she was able to unlock and remove her blindfold.

Claire blinked and looked around. She knew where she was. She was just inside the entrance to the parking garage where she parked every day. She could see traffic passing on the street. It was dark out, and the garage was apparently deserted. Running across the lot to the elevator, she pushed the button and waited forever for it to arrive, afraid someone would come in and see her. Finally, it came and she got in and pushed the button for level four. The elevator rose, then stopped on level three. She huddled in the corner, terrified. The door opened, but no one was there. The elevator continued to level four.

Exiting the elevator, she saw her car across the empty lot where she had left it. She ran to it. Her keys! She didn’t have her car keys. She tried the doors. Locked. In a panic, she tried the trunk. It opened; her keys were laying inside. Claire opened the car and got in. It started easily. As she started to back out, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She was still gagged. In her panic, she had forgotten the gag. She fumbled with the keys again and unlocked it. She also removed her collar. Only one more problem. She was still naked. She got out and opened the trunk again. She kept a blanket there for emergencies. She wrapped it around herself like a bath towel and drove home.

Her clothes lay neatly on her sofa. She saw them as soon as she opened the front door. They had been in her house. For a moment she was frightened again. What if they were still in the house? Claire got hold of herself. It wasn’t likely. Why would they bother? If they wanted her, they wouldn’t have released her. Just the same, it troubled her that they had been in her house. She took a shower and went to bed, but slept fitfully.

Claire was not pleased with her purchase. It was Sunday morning. She had been abducted on Friday afternoon and released Saturday, sometime after midnight. She was trying to sort out her feelings about the whole thing. It had not turned out to be the thrill that she had secretly hoped for. She felt so used. She had been grabbed, bound, whipped, fucked, fucked some more, then dumped naked in a parking lot. Nothing about it conformed to her idea of a romantic interlude. Snatched, forced to perform, then cast aside. The orgasms she had experienced caused her only anger and embarrassment. It had not been as traumatic as a real rape, but neither had there been anything erotic about the episode. She only hoped she would get her five hundred dollars back. As it was, she was going to have to take some money out of savings to make it to her next paycheck.

On Monday, Claire went back to work. She did feel a certain relief in having it all over with. She resumed having lunch at her usual place and her work habits returned to normal. By the end of the week, she still had not received her refund. She tried Malcolm’s number again, but it was still disconnected. Although she was still angry about the money, she was otherwise pretty much over it.

Friday evening, as she unlocked her car to go home, an arm encircled her and a hand clamped itself over her mouth.

“Not a sound. Do as you’re told and you won’t get hurt.”

Claire recognized the voice. It was Malcolm. But if this was Malcolm, then who...what...? Claire was so confused, she hardly noticed she had been blindfolded, bound, and placed on the floor in the back of a car. If this was Malcolm, then who was...? Oh my god, she’d been raped! She became frightened, but not of her current predicament. She was frightened by the previous one. It had been real. Claire was so agitated, she completely ignored the fact that she was currently being abducted. She lay in the back of the car, bound and quivering.

Wait a minute. Her previous abductor had made reference to the code word. If he knew about that, then he was part of it. Was she getting twice her money’s worth? For the first time in her life, Claire wasn’t exactly sure she wanted a bargain.

The car stopped. Malcolm picked her up and carried her through a door, then set her on her feet. He untied her hands, then pulled them above her head and tied them to some sort of bar or rail. He unbound her ankles, removed her shoes, then tied her ankles to another bar about three feet apart. Claire was now tied in a vertical spread eagle. She was about to say something when Malcolm place a hand on either side of her head, tilted it back, and kissed her. This was something her previous captor had never done.

Malcolm began a slow exploration of Claire’s body. He unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. He kissed her again and ran his thumbs lightly over her nipples. He worked his way up and down her body, looking for the things that would make her gasp or moan.

It was Sunday night and Claire was back home. She had been Malcolm’s prisoner for two whole days. She had not seen Malcolm, having been kept bound and blindfolded the whole time. This incident had been much more erotic. Malcolm seemed to delight in wringing major orgasms from her. They seemed to be amplified by her helplessness. For meals, she had been tied to a chair and Malcolm had fed her spoonful by spoonful. Even the spankings she had received, although painful, had somehow excited her. When it was over, she had been transported bound and blindfolded like before, but this time, when she got her blindfold off, she was in her living room. Her car was in the driveway.

Several days later, Claire’s phone rang.

“Claire, this is Malcolm.”

“I wasn’t sure I’d ever hear from you again.”

“Well, you did. I called for a couple of reasons. First of all, you have a rebate coming. You’ll get it in the mail shortly. Secondly, I called to see if you enjoyed your experience.”

“I guess I did. The second one anyway. I wasn’t that thrilled about the first one. There was a certain intensity about it, but ...”

“First one? What first one?”

“You know, the one the week before. The second time I knew it was you because I recognized the voice, and for a few minutes I thought the first on had been real, then I remembered the first guy mentioned the code word and I realized it was part of the deal. You didn’t tell me there were going to be two of them.”

“He mentioned the code word?”

“Yeah, he told me not to use it. Then he gagged me. I’ll bet he wasn’t supposed to do that, was he.”

“Uh, no, he wasn’t. So tell me about this first one. What was it like? Did you see him?”

“No, I was blindfolded the whole time. The setup was a lot like the one you did, but it was more brutal, more mechanical. He didn’t seem interested in whether I enjoyed it or not. He made it clear I was there to please him. I think you need a new assistant. When you did it, even though I was tied up and got punished and everything, I didn’t feel threatened the way I did with him. You made me obey, but I wasn’t frightened.”

“Well, I’ll certainly look into that. I’m sending you some stuff with your rebate. The first thing is a customer satisfaction survey. I hope you’ll fill it out and send it back. It helps us fine tune our service. The other thing is a new set of forms and an envelope in case you would like to make use of our service in the future. Just send them in with a check and we’ll arrange a new adventure for you.”

“What happened to your phone. I tried to call you, but the number was disconnected.”

“We change phone numbers once a month. We find it a prudent thing to do. Should you need us again, just send in the form with a check. You’ll be contacted. I can’t guarantee you’ll get two adventures next time, however.”

“You’re really sending me the rebate?”

“Of course. I said we would.”

“OK. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, Claire. Goodbye.”

“Bye.”

Claire was perplexed. She had gotten the distinct impression that Malcolm had been unaware of the first abduction. But if that was true, that meant... But the guy had known about the code word setup...Maybe Malcolm was bluffing, but she didn’t think so. He sounded more like he was trying to cover up his ignorance of the first incident. Maybe the company hadn’t told Malcolm about the first one, but that didn’t make any sense. Besides, she had a feeling the company consisted of only Malcolm, but if that were true, then the first guy hadn’t been part of it, but he’d known about the code word. Claire was confused and worried.

Malcolm was confused and worried. This wasn’t the first time one of his customers had reported a previous experience. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he didn’t like it. He had found the perfect niche business. He could indulge his fantasies and make a living at the same time. He didn’t want it ruined. Nevertheless, it appeared someone was raping his customers under the guise of fulfilling his contracts. Claire had told him the guy had mentioned the code word. Whoever it was knew too much about his operation. It was clear that it was his customers that were being targeted, rather than random people. Malcolm was a one man operation. How was it possible for someone to know who his customers were?

At first, Malcolm tried to decide which of his customers was leaking information to someone. It just didn’t make sense. None of Malcolm’s customers had any contact with each other. Malcolm worked as an office temp. This was how he found potential clients. He would look for likely prospects in each new place he worked, but he never solicited any of them until six months to a year after he had left. There was just no way any of them could know each other. He couldn’t imagine one of them telling someone about her experience, especially before it happened, which would be what was required for whoever it was to get to his customers before he did. Malcolm was forced to conclude that the most likely source of the leak was himself. He was the only point where all the information came together.

But how? Malcolm never discussed his little enterprise with anyone. Only he and his selected customers knew of it’s existence. Nonetheless, somebody knew. That was certain. Whoever it was knew who his customers were. How? Someone had gotten access to his customer information on an ongoing basis. Malcolm corresponded with customers by mail and phone. Mail did not come directly to his apartment, however. The return envelopes he sent to customers were sent to a mail drop across town. Malcolm did not pick them up there. He had them forwarded to another mail drop in another city, then back to yet a third in his own town again. He picked them up there. In the case of Claire, he hadn’t even used the mail drops. He’d cruised her house and, seeing the outgoing mail in her mailbox, had simply picked up the envelope and cashed the check. It seemed unlikely anyone was intercepting his mail.

Malcolm didn’t keep his mail around for anyone to find. He typed the information from his mail into his computer, then burned the source documents. His computer was a possible vulnerability, but it was password protected and the files were encrypted. The decryption key existed only in Malcolm’s head. Neither his apartment nor his computer showed any signs of unauthorized entry. Perhaps it was possible, but whoever it was would have to be quite skilled to get into both his apartment and his computer without leaving footprints. The computer in question was never connected to the internet, so that wasn’t a possibility either. The computer seemed such an obvious choice, but there just wasn’t any way. The other conduit was the phone. Malcolm’s phone was unlisted and he changed numbers on a monthly basis. He didn’t subscribe to call waiting, call forwarding, and other such services because they could be potential security problems. He didn’t use a cordless phone, so there was no danger of anyone picking him up on a scanner. Could someone have tapped his phone? It didn’t seem likely. He hadn’t heard any mysterious clicks or beeps on the line and he did make a point of being alert to such things. So it didn’t seem like the phone was all that likely either.

That left nothing. If he ruled out the mail, the phone, and his computer, there wasn’t anything left unless someone was reading his mind. It had to be one or more of those possibilities. Malcolm flipped on his computer. He looked at the most recent access date for his encrypted files. Nothing looked suspicious. The files he could remember accessing had dates that matched his recollection. He poked around elsewhere in his system, but nothing seemed amiss. This didn’t completely exonerate the computer, but the likelihood of it being the problem was diminished. He considered the mail. It seemed to him that it would be hard to compromise. Since he had burned all the relevant mail, he couldn’t examine the envelopes for signs of tampering. He couldn’t do much more with the mail until he received some more.