The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 8 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 8

... shouting is of no use whatsoever.’

‘Help! Help!’ Gary bellowed.

‘Well, I think we should leave him for another couple of hours, now he is awake, he can reflect. I would prefer his cooperation in this endeavour, but am quite satisfied if we do not have it.’

‘Do we leave him hungry Mummy, I was so looking forward to feeding him.’

‘I think it is better if he deserves his food don’t you darling?’

‘I guess so Mummy.’

‘Well, I think we should gag him and get started,’ suggested Deborah, ‘he won’t learn even if he was calm.’

The voices disappeared behind him and levitated up the stairs. Gary caught the last few words before the cellar door closed leaving him in darkness. ‘that is part of it, the mixture of pain and pleasure, Lady Deborah.’

‘’Humph, new fangled…' and then silence and he was left to piece together these disturbing new developments. Before the panic, came the acute disappointment. He wasn’t going to Portugal, and probably wasn’t going to sexually satisfy the Barton’s. He had built himself up for this treat. He then began to consider the danger he was in. To Gary’s unsophisticated mind he was in the hands of some kind of authority. His captors had mentioned Charles and the Colonel. As such, it felt to him that the whole of the legal establishment had him in custody and the notion of being held by some rogue extra-legal entity did not enter his head. Samantha had spoken of “the girls upstairs” who were they? And what were they going to do. The ...

... stress and confusion was all too much for him and he began to weep.

‘’Oh, you stupid twat!’ he murmured self accusingly. The furnace of his ignorance burned bright as he screamed, unconstrained, into the room.

The next two hours drifted past by, as does the death of night; he lay, anxious for any kind of morning. He finally heard a creak of the door, soft illumination and two pairs of light tapping footsteps and the sound of some kind of metal trolley being carried into the cellar. ‘I don’t know why we have to give him treats like this.’ Said the voice of Lady Deborah.

‘Mummy says we have to keep him in good condition.’

‘Well, it’s a funny way to punish someone if you ask me.’

‘Oh, uncle Charles doesn’t call it that, he calls it… Remedy all theraply, or something like that.’

‘Well, if I had my way we’d be going hard on the rascal.’

Rachel was obviously a little irritated by her cousin. ‘I like Mr. Fowler, he’s been really nice to me and I would want to do anything bad to him '

‘Is ought bad gonna ‘appen?’ Gary asked quietly.

‘Don’t speak again!’ demanded Deborah.

‘Oh, no Mr. Fowler, nothing. Mummy has gone over it with me and it all sounds lovely.’ This revelation further confused him .

‘I’m not sure about that Rachel,' Deborah, much like her sister, felt it beneath herself to address Gary directly, ‘auntie Samantha’s so-called friends did not appear happy.’

‘They did promise though Debby.’

‘Humph! As much as those people can promise, ' she ...