Irate (1)


She was so angry that she visualized smoke pouring out her ears. How the movers had managed to miss this one last box while packing every other fucking thing in the house was beyond her. There it sat, smack dab in the middle of her old bedroom. If she had not decided to stop by one final time, she would be three states away before she noticed that a chunk of her clothing and all of her bed linens had been left behind.

She’d made the not-at-all nice call to the movers, but was told that the truck was long gone, and about half-way to her new home.

She’d gotten more pissed, if that was possible. She drove a little two-seater, there was no fucking way this box would fit in her car, which was why she’d called a moving agency in the first place.

The secretary that she’d spoken to had gotten huffy herself, not appreciating being ‘badgered’ and had transferred the call to her manager. Now he was on his way here.

The doorbell chimed, and she stalked downstairs.

“About fucking time,” she muttered as she crossed the foyer and opened the door.

“Mz. Tucker?”

He was tall, muscular. She could see the minivan in the drive behind her car.

“You’re alone? How are you going to …”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that now. We’ve gotcha covered. She heard the roll of a door, and noted another man opening the back of the van.

“Where’s your box?” he asked.

She pointed up the stairs. “Second door on the right. You can’t miss it…well, then again, apparently you…or someone…could.”

His smile grew a little tighter.

“Mz. Tucker, I’m here to help you out. I’m sorry that the other crew did make that mistake but people are people, right?”

“I’m paying your company far too much to worry about you being “people”…I want the job done right. I’m already behind now. ” She waved her hand to shoo him away as the other man came in. Following them upstairs, she watched as they lifted the box between them.

“Hopefully you two can actually get it out the door, into the van, and to the correct state? Or will I have to worry that I’ll get to Oklahoma and you are headed to Louisiana?”

The two men looked at each other, but said nothing.

She continued to berate them, their company, the misfortune of being at the mercy of idiots all the way to the front door. She watched for a minute as they carried the large carton towards the van, then shut the door, and walked through the house.  She locked the back door, and without a backward glance, headed out the front.

The two idiots were standing at the back of the van as she locked up the front, and headed down the walkway towards them.

“Mz. Tucker? It seems we have a problem here.” It was the big guy, and he was holding a roll of duct tape, and worried expression.

“Oh, no, you didn’t break the box, did you? Did all my clothes get all over your filthy truck? Jesus, you people are fucking imbeciles….”

That was as far as she got.

As she came up to the back of the van, the wiry man grabbed her, and shoved a cloth into her mouth, while the second man slapped a strip of tape across her mouth. Her wrists were bound in front of her, and something went around her throat.  In seconds,  she was lifted up into the van and heaved unceremoniously into the back. She watched, panic-stricken as they searched her purse.

“Got the keys. I’ll meet you at the place.”

The back of the van was slammed shut. Seconds later, the big guy climbed into the driver’s seat of the van. She heard her car motor start, and screamed around the gag. All that came out was a muffled sound. She thumped her feet on the floor of the van, but the carpet was thick and muffled sound.

“Floor’s padded, Mz. Tucker, to protect all our valuable items. Kick away if it makes your feel better, but your feet sure will get sore after a while. By the way, you can call me Boss. We’re gonna have a different sort of trip down to your new house. My helper, Will, he’s gonna drive your car as the lead, and we’ll follow behind. We’ll stop for a break after a few hours, and then we’ll work on paying the extra fee for all this.”

He fell quiet for a bit, to let her absorb it.

She kicked and thrashed and moaned. Her hair tangled around her face, and she was hot and sweaty. It occurred to her that she was not contained here, just her hands were bound. She could get up. Move towards the bastard. Knock him out with her fists, maybe.

“Mz. Tucker, you seem to have calmed down now, so let’s talk. You might think you’re free and easy back there, but that collar you have around your throat? If you come too far forward, you’ll pass into the barrier field and get a terrible jolt. Later we’ll put that on your pussy so you can see what it feels like.  But I really hope you don’t try it just because you’re a stubborn, mean cunt.  Then again…maybe I do.”

He laughed. It wasn’t a nice laugh. Not at all.

She whimpered low in her throat.

stay tuned for part two…

18 thoughts on “Irate (1)

  1. very good beginning, I’m in love with this story already. You will make this a long story, correct? I think this is going to be a very good week for nilla reading and dreaming, but then every week is very good. Tip

    • Thanks Sir Tip! A variety of posts this week, but yes, this will be continuing…


      ps glad you enjoyed this one!

    • Okay, I’ve added a dragon warning…silly woman! There isn’t *really* a dragon there…but perhaps you can see the smoke from its breath?



    • LOL! And I plan to get some more work on this done tomorrow, so there should be more posts during next week (it’s been a crazy week in ‘nillaville”…)


    • Hi Amy…

      so so so sorry for the delayed response! I just remembered that I’d not answered this one…a “dragon” is a reference to the old time map makers “Here be dragons” when they didn’t know what unforeseen scary things lay ahead…kind of like some of my stories that ook people out.

      Some don’t like beastiality, or rape, or really rough sex stories…so i either tag it with what it might be, or label it as a “dragons ahead” thing.


    • Damn, I somehow missed a whole post to reply to…how’d I do that? oh, right …real life. No bitching at the movers…

      when i very first started down the “Porn Road” I saw a trailer for a porn movie, very dark, where a woman bitches at a moving guy, and he cuffs her in the back of the truck and fucked her silly.

      this story is in some small way, homage to that (kinda like the yellow brick road, but dirtier…LOL!)


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