view.
He looked down. He was solidly encased in a rock-hard plaster body
cast. No wonder he couldn’t move a muscle! Now that he knew the
cause, he found the sensation interesting, perhaps a little erotic. If
he didn’t try to move, his body seemed to no longer exist, floating on
clouds. But as soon as he so much as twitched a leg or arm, his skin
made him instantly aware of how rigidly immobile his body really was.
Mr Dodds was moving a breakfast tray toward him. “I trust you are
comfortable? I’ve had to take extreme measures after your’s and
Flora’s over -stimulation yesterday. The cast will subdue physical
sensations, and you should be back to normal in no time.”
Jason looked doubtful. “Why don’t you just tell us to lie in bed for a
couple hours without moving?”
Mr. Dodds smiled. “Why, because I have ulterior motives, of course.
Now, open your mouth and have some cereal.”
Having left Flora and Jason temporarily to their fate, Mandy bustled
about the house, daydreaming about new torments and preparing dinner.
Her spike heels clicked loudly on the kitchen tiles. Despite what she
had told Jason, she had neither the need nor the inclination to go
shopping. She was a firm believer in safety, and she checked up on her
two subjects periodically through the peep-hole.
As she was eating a snack lunch, she heard a yelp from one of the dogs,
and looked out the kitchen window to check on them. One of them, Zeus,
was apparently sleeping peacefully right below the window. She
shrugged and had started to set out dishes on the dining room table
when the doorbell rang. She jumped. That sound hadn’t been heard
since her father had installed the automatic gate seven years ago. She
was suprised it still worked.
“Now who in the hell can that be?” she wondered aloud.
“The dogs’ll tear them to shreds if they’re not careful.”
She hurried to the door and opened it. On her doorstep stood a tall,
attractive man wearing a mustache and a bowler, and carrying a sample
case. He looked a bit old to be a door to door salesman, and she
thought, a bit familiar, too. None of the dogs were in sight.
“Hello!” he said, before she could ask who he was, or how he had
avoided becoming Rottweiller food. “I’m giving away free samples of
Forest brand air freshener!”
He held up an aerosol can. “Just smell this springtime-fresh scent!”
Before an irritated Mandy could tell him, “We’re not interested!”, the
man let go a shot from the can, enveloping her head in a cloud of
mist.
It doesn’t smell like air freshener at all, she thought, as the
daylight began to dim around her, it smells….
The ’salesman’ stepped forward quickly as her knees buckled, caught her
as she toppled, and lowered her gently to the floor. Moving fast, he
pulled her inside, grabbed his sample case, looking once around
outside, and closed the door. The whole exchange had taken less than
fifteen seconds.
Inside, he knelt by her head, felt her pulse, examined her pupils.
“Perfect,” he muttered to himself, “Now where’s that slave, Flower, or
whatever she calls her…” He peeled off the false mustache as he
headed for the stairs. After searching the house, he finally
discovered Jason and Flora by following faint noises coming from the
basement door. He stood staring in appreciation at the two for several
minutes, and then chuckling, returned upstairs. Flora and Jason missed
him completely, since Flora had her back to the door, and Jason
couldn’t have made out a face that far away, due to his distorted view
…End of the part49. To be continued..