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Doug’s DilemmaDoug’s Dilemma, by MaxMonThere was a slight shiver in her voice, as Tammy asked herself aloud, “Why am I doing this?” After a brief pause, she continued, ” Doug, you are scaring me! I can’t walk down stairs blindfolded… I need to see the steps!” “Come on, Hon. I have your arm, so you’re not going to fall.” Her husband’s attempt at reassurance came across with a shallow breach, as if those high heals on the sandy concrete stairs were, indeed, of great concern to him. “Let me get in front of you, so you can hold my shoulders for support.””Did I just hear a rat? What the fuck was that?” She cowered closer to Doug.”Tammy, it’s a big factory and the sound echoes. It could be a small dog way over by Albert Street… he said there was nobody in here at night.””Tiny dog my ass. And this place stinks of oil. It smells like we are walking into an oil pit, like the next step down will have me in a pool of it like one of those tar dinosaurs. How many more steps is it? I can’t see!” “Come on, Hon, we’ve been married for five years now, and you should trust me… it will be great fun!””Trust you, Doug? Trust you like when you set me up with that redhead farmer boy who couldn’t fuck his way out of a paper bag? Or when you set me up with that black guy, thinking just because he was black he had a big dick?””Ok, OK. I admit, there have been a few failures along the way. I do remember you had a lot of fun the first time we had another women in bed with us, now didn’t you? But I think you’re ready for the big time. But I didn’t know about the stairs here, or you’d be wearing seekers, not high heals. That said, Hon, your blue teddy looks so hot on you, Tam. I want you right now myself.” He took hold of Tammy’s hips and added as an afterthought, ” This is going to be great fun for you as much as it will me… watching you get fucked by some stranger.”A slight turn and Tammy slipped, but caught her balance using Doug’s back. She twittered, “Wow! There is loose stone on these steps. Oh my god! This is dangerous… and I can’t take my shoes off. Where are you taking me? I’ve had this blindfold on for over an hour now.” Another two steps. ” Well, at least you didn’t ask me to drive.””We are almost down, Tam, but it isn’t good for heals. Jump on my back and I will carry you down the rest of the way.”She hopped her five-foot-two inch frame onto her linebacker-built husband’s back. She felt him grab her outer thighs and clung to his neck. “It’s starting to get cold in here; can you feel my nipples poking you in the back?”A small rock came into contact with Doug’s foot and it careened over the side of the stairs, which had no railing.A moment later, a voice in the dark below said, “Hey, we is peoples down here. Watch your step!””He sounds like he has a German accent,” Tammy whispered.”He’s second generation Swede, I think.” Doug increased his rate of his descent, now confident in his footing. “Here we are now, Hon.”At the base of the stairs, Doug gently lowered his wife to the ground and they walked the remaining sixty paces holding hands. It was totally quiet, except for the sound of Tammy’s high-heals on the concrete slab, the clicks resounding off the walls of the immense space that once held enormous vats of fermenting beer.She leaned into Doug, straining toward his ear, “I sure hope you know what you are doing here. This is starting to scare me, Doug. Let me take the blindfold off…”His voice was quite, but commanding. “NO! You would ruin everything, Tam! Just relax and let me do the introduction.” He watched her cower back a pace before regaining her resolution to do as commanded, but Tammy went on at a slower pace. “Hon, it will be fun. I’m telling you, its the surprise of it all I think you’ll like.” He reached down gave her a reassuring hug, while he cupped her apple-shaped ass in his large hands. “Hey, you have no panties on…””… I thought you said not to wear them, didn’t you? I left them in the car with the rest of my clothes… I could go back and get them if you like?” Her connotation was playful, and she felt his hands encircle her lean waist.”We are there. So, no turning back.” Ten more paces. He raised his voice to address a man standing in a doorway. “There you are, Tom. I felt like we were never going to make it down those stairs.””Yes, it’s a berry long time, for sure. Those concrete steps can be…trixy,” replied the older man, whom Doug estimated to be in his late thirties. “And this must be your charming wife.” His strong accent seemed almost comical. “I must say, you didn’t tell me more. She is beautiful! If only I could see her eyes… they are a gateway… to a woman’s tummy.”Doug said, “Tom, this is my wife Tammy… and Tammy meet Tom.” They shook hands.”Hi, Tom. You have me at a disadvantage,” she said. Tom admired her breasts through the sheer silk fabric.”You must be getting colds, so please work dis way.” The three entered a warm carpeted room, lit by indirect track lighting that highlighted fine art along the walls, including a fine copy of, The Night Watch, by Rembrandt, Doug noticed. Along three of the walls sat long couches piled high with a variety of bright colored pillows, in front of which stood a line of well crafted coffee tables . Only one chair sat at the center of the far wall, a padded leather chair, which looked quite comfortable. An end table with a Tiffany-style lamp sat next to it, leaving just enough space for a beverage. The general effects were quite pleasing, and provided a relaxing milieu in contrast to its industrial setting.But what caught Doug’s eye was the strange looking steel stockade positioned ten paces from the chair, whose rungs were covered in soft red-dyed leather. It was the shape of the thing he found confusing; trying to figure out how it worked. It baffled him at first. He expected a square metal cage of sorts suspended from the ceiling. Tom tried to describe it on the phone earlier in the week, but all his broken English could muster was, “Its a comfortable iron maiden.”Looking closer, he could see the struts branched off the main beam in the form of a distorted X, and cross-struts held restraints on the ends for ankle, head and wrist confinement. A hinged structure lay open, attached to the body of the device; a rats nest of tiny adjustable bars and leather thongs that closed over the back of the restrained person. The entire device was supported by a thick steel pole jutting out of the floor at a forty-five degree angle. Pointing to it, Doug said, “I thought this would look different.” He scratched his head.”Trust me, Douglas, she will be quite comfortable,” Tom extolled as he took Tammy’s hand and led her to stand in front of the device. Tom, then, took hold of the cage with his other hand and glided it effortlessly to a standing position.Tammy heard the sound of metal squeaking in front of her, and involuntarily jumped back a pace. “What’s that?” she exclaimed.In a reassuring voice, Doug said, “It’s alright, Hon. Nothing to worry about. It’s something that will restrain you. I know you wanted to try the bondage thing, so Tom said he could help.””Bondage? Yeah, maybe, but this is scary to me because I can’t see what’s going on.” She wondered what Tom looked like. Her creative mind churned up images of street urchins and lepers pawing stench over her naked body, that she might even get placed into an iron maiden like the one she had seen in a movie once, where the cage sent spikes into the poor soul trapped inside.Doug read Tom’s hand gestures and said, “Take off you sexy teddy, Tam. He want’s to see you naked.”She let the garment güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri fall to her feet, and stepped out of her three-inch heals onto the carpeted floor. “Your breasts are wonderful, Miss Tammy. Douglas was not ling when he tells me you are a beautiful woman,” Tom said in true admiration.Tammy let Tom guide her arms to the wrist restrains, so that she would face the ground once the cage was returned to its original position. He made a few adjustments to the arm struts, sliding them down a little before locking them in place with a knob. Then, he made similar adjustments to her legs, securing her ankles with the cotton-lined leather cuffs so that her feet couldn’t move. Tom swung the cage a bit and she felt her weight shift off of her feet and onto the structure. She said, “The is pretty comfortable. What, is it all made from leather? It feels so soft and smooth, but the bar running between my boobs is cold.” She paused, then said, “All this is starting to turn me on. I feel so…so… out of control.”The hinged brace swung gently to fall softly onto her back. Tom adjusted it to meld with her body-type. As he progressed, he asked Tammy how she felt, if it was too tight or too lose. Once she was secure and quite comfortable, he used a steel pin to lock the two halves together. “Now, Miss Tammy, if you will please to try and remove yourself… to get out, please?” Tom asked politely.Struggle as she may, Tammy found the only part of her body she could slightly manipulate was her torso, her abdominal muscles well defined and strong from her daily work out. Tom noticed this, too, and threaded a belt through the matrix to firmly secure her midsection to the main truss. Doug sat on a couch watching him work, enjoying the sight of his gorgeous wife bound up like a steer at the rodeo. He knew if he tried such a thing at home he’d have it screwed up. This was much better, and as soon as heard Tammy say she was comfortably bound, he started to feel an erection build.”Now, Miss Tammy, if you start to feel… restricted too bad, then we have a word to use, to get you out vast, so you do not..surfer. Understands me, yes?””You mean a special word I can use so you know I am serious about not enjoying this?””Ya. Something like this.””Let me get that term, ‘Cannonballs,’ as this word today. Is cannonballs good with you?””Cannonballs, got it. Tammy said. ” I hope I don’t have to use it because this is real exciting so far…””… your going to love it, Hon,” Doug said, getting up to look at his restrained wife from various positions.Feeling proud of his design, Tom asked Doug, “You like this love cage, ya?””A fine piece of engineering, Tom. You should be proud. I bet this took a lot of trial and error to get it this sophisticated. I trust you are a mechanical engineer?””Ya, but look at tins here.” He turned a hand-sized knob while supporting Tammy’s left leg and the weight transferred to his arm, showing how the leg strut was on a ball pivot, enabling him to place Tammy’s leg in a precise position.”Now, Tammy, we are doing some stretch here, and we want to spread downs legs so I can like your pussy, OK?” His smile was soft and ingratiating, if ever she could see it.”I”ll let you know if you are spreading too far, Tom…. that’s fine there.” She felt him adjust her right leg, moving it to form close to an agile full-split.”Man, that is impressive,” Doug said while looking over the restraining device.”Thanks, Hon,” Tammy said, thinking he was referring to her pretty tiny pussy.Smiling ear to ear now, Tom said, “You think we is trough here, no? But, yes, there are more.”With that, he reached his foot to a pedal attached to the main pole, and the cage raised higher. He hit it again and the cage lowered. “You can see what I did here? That is good, no? I use hydraulic.” He reached under the strut that held Tammy’s leg and turned a valve, freeing the cage to rotate left and right. “So, we can put her just right, annoyware we want her to… go.””You wouldn’t believe how Tom made this thing, Tam. It’s incredible he figured all this out,” Doug said.”It feels so comfortable too, except I can’t move.” A moment later, she felt the cage spin head over heals, so that she was facing upward. She asked, “Is this some sort of an amusement ride or something? Wow, that gave me a head rush.” “So, that serves as a movable pivot for the other ball joint?” Doug asked. “That’s brilliant!”Listening to the two men talk left her with the notion that Doug was acting like he was buying a car. “Look, I know you guys like talking shop and all, but I feel so exposed laying here, unable to see what’s going on. Is it that neither of you think my body is worth touching?”Tom turned to Doug and asked, “We take off the blinding pads?””Nope,” Doug said insistently. “I don’t want her to ever recognize you. A true stranger to her forever, is what I want, when you have your way with her.””Who, me?” Tom asked.”Maybe. I hope so because she deserves it, putting up with my shit all the time. You should fuck her good.””Oh. That is my mistaken. Not me. I’m…managing things. My engineering is wonderful, but my liking is sat I’m no… stud.” He could see Doug didn’t understand what it was he was saying. “I have another of gentlemans from around here, in this part of town. This is what you wanted, no?”Doug understood his meaning, that he had someone else who would come in and fuck his wife. “Oh, I see. Yes, that is fine. Let’s get started. Bring him in…””Ya, but first, I must have you zit over dare,” Tom said, pointing to the comfortable chair. “You can zit and watch, and beer next to it there.”Shaking his head in agreement, Doug took a beer from the cooler and sat down. “Now, we must ask you to put the belt on… between that tables and char.”Reaching where instructed, he pulled out a heavy leather belt that was connected to the wall. “What’s this?” said Doug.”This is a restraint. It will let you not hit someone you do not like,” Tom explained.”I don’t understand what…” Doug’s sentence was cut short.”… You dummy, ” Tammy broke in. “He wants you handcuffed so you can’t hurt the guy who will hopefully screw me soon.” “I’m not sure I want to do that,” Doug said.”Look, you fucker. You drag me down here and put me in a cage, so I expect no less from you. Go sit down!” Tammy exclaimed.Her voice was demanding and Doug put the restraint over his chest under his arms, realizing that he could always get out by sliding underneath the belt because it was so loose.Tom’s cell rang and he answered quickly. He said, “How many?” paused and replied, “One hundred to fuck and twenty to watch. I’ll split it with you.” He hung up and said, “Well, we are good as rain. And you will be fine, Tammy. I can tell things like jumping in my head.”Tammy couldn’t help but laugh at Tom’s terrible English, but he did get his meaning through even though she couldn’t read his face. “Hey, Tom,” she said, “I want to meet this guy. I’m wet as rain.”Walking over to Doug, Tom asked, “So, you are good playing in this sandbox?” Feeling reassured by Tom checking with him, he said, “That’s what I paid you for, isn’t it?””That is good then,” Tom said as he pushed the button on the wall next to the chair. Immediately, Doug felt his chest constrained, being pushed back in the upholstery so fast the air escaped from the leather cushion in a loud whoosh. He realized any chance of escape vanished and he resolved to relax and enjoy watching Tammy while jerking off.A knock at the door, and Tom opened it to let in a short black man. He handed Tom money and took off his perabet güvenilir mi jacket. He said casually, as if he knew Tom well, “Jacko is motivating the troops, so they will be along, but I’m smart and left early.” He snickered, “The bull said he was gettin here late, like his hall pass expired.”Hearing the new person enter the room, Tammy listened quietly, trying to pick up his attributes without seeing him. She summarized by the vernacular the he was a young black man, perhaps a few years younger than her own twenty five years of age. “Man, and what do we have here? What a pretty white girl. Man, how’d you get her? Fuck, the boyz is gonna dig this! What a fox!”Boys? Did he say boys as in plural, Doug thought. He asked, “Aren’t you alone? There is supposed to be just one… you!””Who is the cracker?” the youth asked.Tom replied, “He is her husbands or the bride?””So, he don’t know the full story. Well, I ain’t talking with him about it… that’s your thing. At lest you got him locked down this time.” Taking his shirt and seekers off, Tyrone walked to the front of the cage so he could get a better look at Tammy’s spread eagle body. “And what is this here beauty’s name? I’m Tyrone, and I think I love you. Shit, you got such firm titties, and such a tiny twat.””I’m Tammy, Tyrone. Do you like what you can see? As you can see, I have these fucking blinders on, so I can’t see your body… or face,” she said fretfully, while feeling a soft warm hands caress one of her large breasts.”I bet you have a real petty face, too– with that mask off– like one of those roman sculptures. I almost married a white girl, but she wasn’t finer than you… ” He turned to look at Tom, and said, “Bring her head down a foot for me, so the blood will flow into her head, while my blood will flow into my dick once I put it in her mouth.”Tom replied, “You do it. You remember how. You run the cage for me this time and I’ll give you fifty back.”Doug asked Tyrone, “Do you mean you are paying him to fuck my wife? I thought he’d be the one paying you.””Tom, tell this momma’s boy to shut up if he don’t want my foot on the side of his head,” Tyrone said as if in matter of fact. “Our group don’t take to out of line shit. You watch and shut the fuck up!”Tammy yelled, “Haaa,” to show that she though he deserved Tyrone’s rebut.”So, what’s a fine girl like you being with a dorky guy? I bet he can’t even pick up a basketball, much less shoot it.” Tyrone positioned the cage to the correct angle, and rotated it so Doug could watch his wife suck his cock.”He is fine. As you can see, he gets into the control thing,” Tammy said.”Well, the hell with him. See if you can control this. Open them pretty teeth. I got something for you to suck on here.” He slide his pants down and fed his flaccid cock into Tammy’s vacuum mouth. “Damn, you be down with that shit. What, you been in the big house and ain’t got much lately?” Tammy said,”mmmm-mmmm-mmm mm mmmmmm mm.” Turning to face Doug, Tyrone swung his hips to show him his long erect penis. “Now, what you think about that, little white boy?” “Wow. Well, it’s a lot larger than mine,” Doug said timidly.”I wish I could see it,” Tammy said, trying to find his cock with her tongue.”And, when I make you come, I wants to see that pretty face go wild… I’m taking this shit off…. Tom, OK to take the blindfold off?””Whatever the lady wants, is what we do around this place,” Tom said.”She wants it off,” Tyrone said.Doug protested, “Nooo. Nooo Don’t do that! I don’t want her to see your face!””What say you, miss Firm Boobs? Do you want to see or not? It ain’t no difference to me really.””I’m curious now. Take them off, so I can see your big dick.” Tammy said smiling.Visor removed, Tammy swung her head around, taking in how she was restrained, the lighting and the overall decor. “Wow, this is pretty cool. How the fuck did you get me into this contraption?”Tyrone stood up and took his pants off after retrieving a large box of condoms from under a coffee table, now facing her split legs. He bowed and said, “Miss Tammy, you have pretty brown eyes! I figured you for a hazel kind of girl.” He took a step forward and played with her vagina with his dick while talking to her. “I hope you find me attractive, but, well.. if you don’t,” he laughed, “there ain’t much you can do about it now, is there?””No, Tyrone, you are a fine looking man, perhaps shorter than what I’d like in a dance partner, but you’ll do fine. and you have a marvelous looking–and tasting– penis.””Well, I may be short, but here is something long for ya to all think about.” He pushed his cock into Tammy gently. “Now, how short am I now?”Inhaling heavily, Tammy said, “Ohhh. Wow, that’s deep. That’s fucking deeper than you are tall…. go slow!””What’d I tell you, now didn’t I?” He increases his tempo gradually, letting her adjust to his length and girth.There was a knock on the door. Tom quickly undid the lock and opened the door. Two men, one a thirty-something black man, and the other an old codger of a white man, entered.Tom said, “You’re here no just watch, old guy?”The elderly gentlemen said, “I’m seventy-eight, but I’m still alive, and I have a hundred bucks!””No way,” Tom insisted. “You only watch is all, OK?”The kindly-looking elder gentleman handed Tom a twenty dollar bill.”No way, here! Please, I didn’t want this,” Doug yelled toward door. It took a moment, but he remembered the abort code, or so he thought of it as such. “Cannonballs! Cannonballs,” he exclaimed in a demanding tone.Another knock on the door. Before Tom opened it, he said, “It doesn’t work with you, Douglas. It is Tammy’s word. You have no words now, so please stop yelling.”He made eye contact with his wife, imploring her to say the word, that this is all going wrong. A communication was made between them without words. He could see she was enjoying getting fucked by Tyrone, that, somehow, the other men coming in the room excited her. She fluttered her eyes back and moaned uncontrollably.After she came, Tammy said, “You are going to see how much you like being out of control for a while, Doug. No special words utter here…. fuck, this man can fuck me good… oooo-hhhh–AAAHHHhh. These guys are going to fuck me and there is noting you can do about it… and it’s all your fault, too.” She moaned loudly when Tyrone started to stroke her clit with his thumbs while fucking her, bringing her close to an intense orgasm.Tom let three other men in, each handing him cash. They sat down on the couch and lit up a joint, jokingly trying to hand it to the old man. Someone turned a stereo on and the hot grove of hip-hop filled the room. Another knock at the door. One of them said, “Man, she is hot!””Let me out of here!,” Doug roared, now unwilling to stand by and watch a train of black guys fuck his wife to death. “This isn’t what I wanted. Its getting out of hand! Tammy, tell them to stop!”The thirty something black man had his pants off now, and he walked around the cage to Tammy’s head. He didn’t say anything, just dangled his sizable meat in front of her face until she stuck her tongue out. “What’s with that guy?” he asked Tammy, amidst the increasing noise level, as other men entered and started talking.”He doesn’t know when to shut up… and you have a beautiful cock, if I might say so,” Tammy said. He fucked her mouth, while Tyrone came all over her belly with an explosive orgasm. The men, now totaling ten, laughed and applauded. He laughed at the attention and mock-fainted a fall to the carpet. Tyrone spun the cage slowly, so that Tammy’s pussy faced tipobet the man she was sucking. He put on a condom and shoved his thick cock into Tammy, who responded by pushing an newly arrived cock out of her mouth, whaling a guttural groan.Doug had had enough. He was upset now. Not because Tammy was getting off, but because she was enjoying getting gang-banged far too much. This whole thing was unexpected, and now he feared she wouldn’t want him anymore, which enraged him. He struggled to loosen his binding, but it was of no use. His face became beat red and Doug howled, “Let me out of here. Let me out!… please, I just want to leave… let me OUT, TOM! TOM< LET ME OUT OF HERE!"Now with his pants on, Tyrone appeared next to Doug carrying a long steel bar. At first, he feared Tyrone was going to hit him with it, but he realized it was part of a another cage, a stockade that restricted the use of the arms and hands. He took hold of Doug's wrist and slapped a cold steel hand cuff on with a fast ratcheting sound, the other cuff attached to the restraining bar. He did the same to his other arm, then held up a harnessed gag-ball while smiling at him. "It has come to this, my friend," Tyrone said putting the gag harness around Doug's head. Shaking his neck violently, doing his best to avoid the ball moving toward his mouth, he was overpowered and, consequently, muted. "Now you be good, else you get the hoodie and I'll make it so you can't raise your arms at all. You get my drift, mother-fucker?"Doug nodded complacently, thinkingthat he couldn't jerk off even if he felt like it, but his desire to watch Tammy get fucked was over. All he wanted to do was go home and sulk.A total of fifteen men were in the sex-lounge now, seven just interested in watching and having a beer or smoke with friends, while the others negotiated for a position in line to fuck Tammy. Many jokes were hurled at defenseless Doug, who seemed in anguish, demoralized and defeated. Tammy, on the other hand, found the experience invigorating. The sensation of all those hands, and the different cocks and how well each of them screwed her, getting cum shot all over her face and tits like the horny sensual tramp she knew lurked inside of her wicked self, now revealed. It was all so new and she reveled in it, especially the bondage, the not knowing, and watching black men do what they wanted to her... and how she responded to their touch with sensual delight. Countless orgasms stacked on top of each other, overflowing upon each other, compelled in her a sense of insatiable sexual capacity. All the while, Tyrone was by her side, swinging around the cage, moving her arms and legs to various angles, while Douglas watched in horror, so it seemed to Tammy. Her groans and vigorous cock sucking did little to improve his morale. His face took on a shell-shock appearance, as if he was in battle far too long. It was a sight to behold, to see his young wife impaled on strangers, fucking her in ways he felt he, himself, never could do. One tall black man really got her fired up, how he pounded her so hard and long. So much so, he watched his wife's eyes roll up into her head like she did when he went down on her, except they fluttered in such a way he could see she experienced some kind of multiple orgasm. He'd never seen Tammy get so worked up, how the ongoing duration of all these virile men with stamina could make her come so hard time and time again. And she never asked for a time out! The group dissipated over the course of three hours. Tyrone released Tammy from the cage, and she stretched her body while toweling herself clean, talking to him. "I'm not sure if I can walk after that. My knees are still shaking. Fuck, I've never been fucked like that before. I feel so embarrassed I liked it so much... I want to do it again it was so good. Maybe without the cage next time. My pussy feels numb from all the stimulation." She turned to Doug and said, "I'm sure my husband would let me do this again, since we had so much fun.. didn't we honey?" Her condescending voice bit into his ears.Tom said, "Ty will escort you out after I go now. Jim, here, has agreed to be your sherpa, to carry Miss Tammy up to the motor pools. Lighting will go out in 30 minuets, so go now to be sure." He closed the door behind him, leaving just Doug, Tammy, Tyrone and Jim, who stood by the door with his large arms crossed, watching Tammy's fine body move slowly and gracefully as she cleaned herself up and put her teddy back on.Tyrone put a fleece blanket around Tammy after she was through, escorted her to Jim, who threw Tammy over her shoulder like she was a rag doll rolled up in a carpet. She yelled, "See ya outside, Honnie," waiving to Doug as the door closed and almost caught her hand. After Tammy was gone, Tyrone moved to remove Doug's restraint. As soon as the ball fell out of his mouth, Doug started shouting at Tyrone, "I can't believe you let them fuck my wife like that! Why the fuck didn't you stop them? I was so...""...Look, mother fucker," Tyrone interrupted, "I don't cares no what shit of what you got with your pretty wife. That's between you two and I ain't got time for it. So, will you fuck the shut up or I won't let you out of here!"...I'm so pissed, and I want to punch Tom in the fucking nose! That fucker charged me four hundred bucks! I just wanted to see my wife get fucked by some black dude like you, is all, not a full room of horny men. Fuck! This sucks! Let me out now!"Tyrone's phone rang, and he pulled it out of his pocket walking back to the door, thinking he might have to leave the room if dumb-fuck didn't shut up. "Go," he said answering it. Listening with a finger in his other ear, he replied, "She don't? Well then, tell her we shall take her out to eat, then." More listening. "Tammy, is that you? You doesn't want to go home and he got the keys? Well then, Jim has some of my sister's things in the trunk that might fit. That, or you don't got to wear a thing, if you like." More listening. "Alright, then, I'll gets it for you. Put Jim back on." A moment later, "Jim, what time will maintenance roll through down here? This fuck is going to be a problem." He listened briefly, then hung up and walked back to Doug, who was still yelling. Tyrone said, "Dumb fuck. Listen up. Here is the skinny. You is staying for a while! I'm sorry, but I don't want to deal with your fucked-up shit, so you got to stay longer. I'm sorry, but that's it. Your pretty lady said she didn't want to go home yet, so she be in good hands with us..." He rifled through his pants for car keys."What are you talking about? Let me out! I won't be a problem for you. It's Tom I want," Doug said earnestly."Yeah, well, that ain't what it sounded like before I got the call. You be bigger than me, and I can't chance it. I can see you might come at me and I 'd have to shoot you or something bad, so, you is staying." He got up and walked toward the door."Well, when will I get out of this? Who is going to..." ssked Doug."...I don't no for sure, but Jim said since it will be Sunday, maintenance will be through here in the afternoon. I'm sorry bout that. If it were a weekday, you'd be out by noon. It don't matter if you yell down here... nobody can hear you. I'll leave your keys under the mat and hope it ain't got stolen by then.""I don't want to sit here for twelve hours while you are out doing what to my wife. I've feeling screwed here. Can't you let me out? I promise I will just go home!""I'll take care of Tammy, Man, because I is a gentleman; Jim and I is only gonna fuck her again if she wants it. She is such a horny bitch my guess is we'll do a DP on her, if you get my drift. Now, if you took care of her better maybe you'd never would have been stuck here in the first place, Dig?"Tyrone sprinted up the stairs, making it to the exit just as the lights in the factory went out.END

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