My Only Talent Ch. 48

Suzanne Pliskin had now been fully disassembled. She was a collection of jumbled, damaged parts and she hated every one of them. She would stop breathing if she could, but her autonomic nervous system kept on working. What was left for her now? Carmencita walked away. Suzanne realized she was not locked in; she was still hypersensitive. Miserable and on the razor's edge of insanity.

Carmencita suddenly stopped and turned back as if she had forgotten something. She took the remote and lowered Suzanne, face up, all the way down to an inch above the floor. She twisted another knob and Suzanne realized she was now both locked in and hypersensitized. "I'd like to make one final gesture, Suzanne, to make sure you understand." She took off her panties and squatted, descending toward Suzanne's face. Suzanne was suddenly aware of Carmencita's womanly smell and her own perverse excitement. Being forced to eat Carmencita's pussy beat listening to Rammstein and getting tortured, she thought, and she got a weird little grin on her face. I'm ready, bitch!

Then Carmencita emptied her very full bladder right in Suzanne's face and all over her. It was burning hot, stinky, acidic, and completely awful. Not being able to close your eyes was a huge disadvantage in this situation. Suzanne descended into the lowest levels of hell. It took a long time for the stinky dripping horror to finally make its way to the tile floor, leaving behind an awful residue. In this position, she couldn't even see the clock.

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Elizabeth Ashcroft Knowles had a brief flash on the Spiderman stories she used to enjoy as a child. She used the little wrist nozzle hidden under her shirt sleeve to knock out the driver of her target rig. It was fortunate he had rolled the window down all the way because she had to launch herself through it, as the driver side door was still locked. This was an almost new truck with an efficient automatic tranny, so she didn't even have to get her foot on the clutch. She was just about to flip the driver back into the sleeper when his shirt pulled up and her heart nearly stopped. He was probably a volunteer, and he may have known what he was carrying. Otherwise, why the suicide vest? She saw it had a dead man switch, but it had not been activated, as she was still alive. Was there a timer? A remote?

It looked like a simple design. She had been briefed on Hezbollah IED techniques, which were basically Revolutionary Guard tech. Luckily, no cell phone for remote detonation. That made her suspicious. She disconnected the battery from the vest and secured it. What was their plan? They usually didn't give a driver any discretion or decision-making capability, but rather kept them misinformed and then sacrificed them to clean up loose ends. So, who was this guy? She snapped a couple of quick pictures of his face and hands from separated angles and messaged them to her control, including a warning about possible suicide vests on the other drivers. She wished she could spin super strong webbing like Spiderman, but she used regular flexicuffs to hog tie the driver, then gagged him and finished flipping him into the sleeper. Someone else would interrogate him quite thoroughly soon. She also snapped a photo of the truck's ELD and messaged that to control. HQ had an entire section of people who could hack the ELD and probably spoof the server it reported to. Not her department. She started toward rally point alpha. It was about a ten-minute drive. Was there any counter surveillance? She didn't see any. Then she looked down under the dash and saw three DMR transceivers mounted there. Three? She took another photo and sent it.

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Chrissy was just about to call Big Bones when he called her.

"Chrissy, I miss you! Did you get my present?"

"You mean the shoes, Clancy? Yeah, I got them." She loved them, they were a dream come true, the hottest thing she ever saw, but she wasn't going to tell him that. "They're okay. What do you want?"

Big Bones just figured she was playing hard to get. "I want you Chrissy! Forever. But in the short term, I want to invite you to a party starting at noon at my house a week from Saturday. That should give you plenty of time to accommodate your busy schedule. What do you say?"

Chrissy thought fast. "Can I bring some friends?"

"You can bring all of those fine sorority sisters I saw at your house."

"I have to bring guys too, or nobody will come. Even the wildest girls I know are not going to come to a party that is miles from campus, at someone's house they do not know, where all the guys are strangers. Not happenin'."

"Okay, but bring more girls than guys, huh, so my male friends can meet some girls, too."

"Okay. What's the address?" A week from Saturday should give her plenty of time to get Joyce, Khalan and Roger on board. Exactly what to tell them she was not yet sure.

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Suzanne wasn't sure how long she had waited. In her hypersensitive state, each second seemed to drag on forever. She prayed for the water jets to come back on and clean her off. Suddenly she felt different, and realized she was no longer locked in. She swiveled her head around like a hyperactive lemur, but saw nothing but that damn clock, which seemed to speed up and slow down right before her eyes. She was almost completely disoriented and did not see how things could get any worse. Then they did.

Lara strutted in like the May Queen, in that blindingly white leather sex suit. She looked eight feet tall and smelled of shampoo and exotic perfume. Suzanne realized she herself smelled like rancid sweat, vomit, and piss. Despite her state, she found herself getting excited by Lara's appearance, but she was also sure Lara had no intention of pleasuring her. Was she going to piss on her too?

Lara used the remote to bring Suzanne up to her waist level, and then used her riding crop to lift Suzanne's chin up to make her eyes meet hers. "Is this..." she said, her tone dripping with disdain, "even worth training?"

She circled Suzanne, making "tisk tisk" noises and looking very disapprovingly at her fetid state. "My Suzanne, how you have let yourself go! You used to be beautiful on the outside and turned out to be very ugly on the inside. Now everything matches up! Total putrescence inside and out. The answer to my question is no, you are no longer worth training. Punishing, that is another matter entirely, isn't it? My new friend Carmencita has told me all about your misadventures since you left Austin. What a shit show! But you smell too bad to even punish right now!"

Lara stepped back, touched the remote, and then the water jets came on, not quite as cold, and Suzanne welcomed the cleansing flood. It was like being in one of those car washes where the nozzles rotate and turn and spray all around while you watch. At least she could close her eyes. The water stopped, and Suzanne actually felt a little better.

Lara suddenly whipped the top of Suzanne's thighs with the crop, sending waves of pain through her hypersensitive nerves. The sensations reverberated and grew instead of fading with time.

"I don't trust some of these new high-tech gadgets that Carmencita likes. I guess I am an old-fashioned kind of girl. I prefer the old tried and true techniques!"

She whipped the bottom of Suzanne's feet mercilessly, Suzanne only thought she wanted to die before, now she was begging for it. The pain sloshed back and forth from head to toe like a wave in one of those waterpark surfing machines, rolling on and on and not diminishing.

"How do you like it, Suzanne? Pain and betrayal without a word, without explanation, without even a goodbye? You should have told Robbie you would go back to Mike when he woke up, and not told Robbie you loved him unless you were willing to commit to him!"

"I didn't want to lose him!"

"So, you kept him on the string to feed your pitiful bitch ego? To think I actually trusted you, thought I loved you, too. But you fixed that for us, didn't you? You lost Robbie, and me and Nora, all in one fell swoop, because we knew if you would treat Robbie like that you would betray us too. I can't believe Mike still wants you. You should be goddamn glad he does! He even knows about most of your shit. But not all, eh Suzanne? Not all of it. Would he still want you if he knew it all? All about Steven? And those other guys, and girls?"

How could Lara know about that? Did she know about the judge? Suzanne was shaken even further.

"You and I almost ruined Robbie for good with your domination play after he ran his first marathon. Like hyenas picking him off when he was weak and vulnerable. Luckily, he overcame that shit and now he is now my forever top. And it is so much better that way! It is better than you will ever know!"

Suzanne was racked with sobs.

"Nora couldn't be here, as she is about to have our first child. Yes, ours! We all three are together and will stay that way! You are on the outside looking in. I am grateful we saw your true colors before letting you be around any children."

Suzanne blubbered and broke down completely.

Lara suddenly got tender and touched her face. "Let's get you cleaned up a bit, shall we?" She began to remove all the little stick on electrodes and sensors that had been attached to Suzanne. There were dozens of them, and each burned a little, like ripping off a bandage from a wound. She dropped them into a waste receptable one by one. Then she took a tray from the little table near the monitors and used a washcloth and some soap and warm water to begin to wash Suzanne off. It was the best thing Suzanne had ever felt! She then shampooed her hair gently and dried it with a towel. Suzanne was suddenly overcome with gratitude. Finally, Lara took some lotion and rubbed it soothingly all over Suzanne. She luxuriated in the sudden and unexpected pleasure.

Lara's next words surprised her. "I forgive you Suzanne. It is just your nature. I never should have expected more from you. You will feel bad about it for the rest of your life, as well you should. Goodbye Suzanne. Oh, and by the way, there are three other people waiting for you who have not forgiven you, and they are going to punish you in ways I could not manage. The irony is, you will not be able to tell what is your punishment and what is not. But you will feel no love Suzanne! Only pleasure and desire and pain and release, all intermingled, forever, but no love. That's your lot!"

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Apparently the boffins back at control were just as worried about those three transceivers as Elizabeth was. She was being sent instructions on how to read the memories and discover what frequencies and messages were programmed into them. She would have to pull over and stop to do that. Luckily, there was an old, closed weigh station up ahead where she could stop briefly.

Raghed Qassem had almost lost the most important truck he was following when it entered the huge freight terminal at Charlotte. His little rental car had been cut off by several big trucks, and he could not see why the driver stopped. But he did pick it up again as it got back on the road and followed discretely from as far back as he could. He became alarmed when it exited just a few miles later and entered a weigh station. He had been told they were mostly closed in favor of automatic electronic scales, and that they now mostly served as parking areas for police. That was the last place he wanted to see the truck go. He must investigate.

Elizabeth followed the instructions and scrolled through the memories on each transceiver, sending the resulting video of the unit's displays up to HQ. It only took about three minutes, and then she got back on the highway and resumed her journey to the rally point. She did not notice the rented sedan that was now following her.

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Suzanne discovered that even with no one around, Carmencita was messing with her. She found herself alternating between locked in paralysis and stinging hypersensitivity, or sometimes experiencing both, for what seemed like forever. Despite being cleaned up and smelling better, she felt despair. Her mind raced, and everything she thought of terrified her further. If her father knew all about her offer to Alexander, and all about Steven Byers, did that mean he had bugged her office, or Steven's apartment? Did he also know about her use of his anonymous email to find BDSM hookups, and thus Judge Wally, or Professor F.I. Haubenfelter and her trips to the Blue Note? What would her father do with video of what she did to Haubenfelter! Would her father use the judge for his own purposes in the future?

She felt like a scared rabbit trying to hide as the hypersensitivity made her feel vulnerable and exposed, like the ingrained racial memory from her mammalian ancestors of the shadow of a hawk passing over her. Then she felt trapped as she was locked in, just waiting of the hawk's talons to rip into her exposed back.

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Elizabeth Ashcroft Knowles was rapidly approaching the rally point. It really was not a geographic point, but a process. She thought of it like she had been taught to approach landing an aircraft: downwind leg to survey the territory and check your settings, a base leg to watch for other aircraft and plan your landing, and an upwind leg to transition from flight to taxiing. The rally points were like that, or like a sports car rally. As she passed through the check points, someone else observed her situation, and in this case, picked off a car tailing her. Raghed Qassem was totally surprised when his engine suddenly stopped, a shape moved outside his open window, and suddenly everything went black.

Two compact but fit young men in all black outfits took his picture, trussed him up, collected everything from his rental car including a DMR handheld and a rifle, which they unloaded, and put him in the bonnet of their little runabout. He was going to be thoroughly interrogated very soon. Meanwhile, Elizabeth pulled the purloined truck into what to a casual observer would look like an exclusive high-end gated caravan park. Only it hadn't been there yesterday, and those gates would only open for Elizabeth or one of her fellow operatives. There was one central building with a drive thru large enough to completely hide the truck and trailer she was driving, and it was manned by a crew of specialists that swarmed over it like a pit crew at an F1 race. They were highly trained in hazmat protocols and handling dangerous materials. It would take about an hour to process the rig before it could be moved.

Elizabeth was ferried back to the freight terminal in Charlotte, to watch for another target truck. She read her briefing packet as they drove. The driver she had captured was the grandson of a major leader and was apparently intended to signal the others to release their payloads, and then would detonate bombs in their rigs to obliterate them and destroy evidence. She worked on her makeup before they dropped her at the truck lot. She didn't learn until later that there was another potent bomb in the truck she had seized, on a thirty minute dead man timer, which would have exploded about ten minutes after she pulled into the building, if it hadn't been sussed out by the intake team.

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Nora Upman had looked at the clock a dozen times in the last hour. Suzanne's little ordeal had been going for about 5 hours now. Nobody knew how long it would take to complete. She hoped it all worked out. Lara and Robbie could work out some of their feelings for Suzanne, but Nora could not. Even little Warren Randolph Roberts seemed agitated, sending signals she had never sensed before. He must be picking up on her mood.

What would it be like for Suzanne to see Mike and her father afterward? Awkward wasn't the word!

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Khalan and Roger were a little worried when Chrissy asked them to meet her for one of those lunches at the Union café, on a Sunday, even. They both had mixed emotions, further triggered by the smell of the kimchi that was always cooking at the noon hour there. They had heard some good news here in the past, but things might be about to change.

She was waiting at the same old table. Neither one of them felt like eating right now.

"What's up, Chrissy?"

"You know how much I care for both of you, and I feel like I should always tell you the truth about everything, so I need to talk to you about me and Big Bones Jones."

They both drew in a breath but said nothing for a while. Finally Roger said, "We know you went out with him, but at least from what we saw on social media, he brought you home early and right after dinner, so we don't have a problem with that."

Chrissy looked extremely uncomfortable. They waited. She finally said. "That's not the only time I was with him. I met him at a party. I was drunk, and..."

"But you don't drink?" Khalan interrupted.

"Not anymore. What happened with Big Bones is why!"

Roger gulped. "Did he take advantage of you?"

Chrissy made a funny noise. "No, he didn't force me or anything like that."

Roger looked funny. "Then it's none of my business, is it?"

Chrissy reached for his hand. "Yes, it is. I want to be with both of you, not him!"

Khalan cleared his throat. "I don't want to be, uh, indelicate, but Big Bones is a player. He is no Bill Russell, but he I think he would like to be, so...."

Chrissy typed on her phone. "Big Bones plays football, not basketball!"

Roger looked troubled. "Not that kind of player. Bill Russell bragged that he had been with 20,000 women."

Now Chrissy looked uncomfortable. "Oh, I see what you mean. I was worried about that, too. He used a condom." She winced as both Roger and Khalan both made a face.

"But it only happened that one night, before I met you, and I went to the health center and got tested. I'm clean. He got tested too, and he was clean. I saw the lab report."

"Why did he show you the lab report?"

"He wants me to keep dating him. But I won't. I love you guys. I only want to be with you guys."

"So, you won't see him anymore?"

"Well, I need to tell him to leave me alone. He keeps calling and sending me presents. He is having a party for me at his house next Saturday. I want you two guys to go with me, and some other girls from the house."

"I'm sure he will love having the two of us there!"

"I hope it will make him see that I mean it about not being with him anymore."

"He is a famous ESU alum. He's in the NFL. He makes millions per year. We can't compete with that!"

She grabbed their hands. "You don't have to! Don't yawl get the big heads, but you guys are both more exciting than Big Bones. Even if it were just about the sex, I would rather be with either one of you than him. But it's not just about the sex. Do you get that?"

Roger smiled, then looked puzzled. "Boy this is getting complicated!"

Khalan just grinned. Khalan King was now the most supremely self-confident true freshman defensive back in the history of ESU football, and that's really saying something! He planned to be a starter next fall, and a lot more.

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Suzanne saw something moving toward her. Her heart almost stopped. It was Robbie! In his Master costume! She was shocked to find herself getting wet. What the pussy wants, eh? It really was true.

Her eyes were not working right. She was seeing double, then triple. Three Robbies? Did one look a little shorter than the others? She was trapped in a horizontal position and her eyes wouldn't quite focus properly. They all looked very muscular and pumped up. She got even wetter, furious at herself.

The shortest one approached her and picked up that goddamn remote control. Her legs rose obscenely like she was in the stirrups at the gynecologist's office. She felt like a slab of meat hung up in a meat locker. She shivered. Objectification and humiliation without bounds. All three of her 'Masters' took off their codpieces, and they were all fully erect and angry looking. She wanted it. She wanted all three. She hated it. She hated all three.