Crime Doesn't Pay

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"MMMGNNOOOMMSTOOOPPP!"
He pulled down the knotted bandanna that he had tied between my teeth.
"Are you going to make that call now, pork chop?"
"Yes, yes, but please stop it, I can't take any more."
I promised myself that I would be strong, and wouldn't give way, no matter what threats he made. But when he pulled off my shoes and started tickling my feet, I couldn't hold out for long. With my hands tied behind my back, I was helpless to fend him off, and the gag in my mouth prevented my neighbors from hearing my shrieks. I had jerked and squirmed and tried to escape, but he just sat on me and tickled and tickled and tickled until I thought that I would have a heart attack. Finally I broke down.
He held something to my head as he dialed Frank's number with his other hand.
"Remember, pork chop, no funny business. Don't try to warn him, or you'll regret it, and so will he!"
I followed the instructions that he gave me. I told Frank to bring over the documents that we had purloined. I wanted to go over them with him again. Frank didn't suspect a thing, and agreed to come over in half an hour.
"There, Pork Chop, that wasn't so hard was it?"


"Please, just... MMMMPHHGGGLUMM." He pulled the bandanna up from around my neck and stuffed it back in my mouth.
"We have a little time before Frankie gets here... what do you say to us having a little fun?" He slid his hands up under my t-shirt and ...
The big boy had caved like a house of cards once I had his shoes off. The object was just for show. I had no intention of using it. I had never been one for violence and certainly didn't want to break his fingers and pull out his fingernails, even though I had threatened to do so. I found that few people could withstand a prolonged period of tickling, and Pork Chop was no exception to the rule. Besides, he seemed to like being tied up and gagged. I noticed a bulge in his jeans that hadn't been there when I first confronted him. I wasn't averse to mixing business with pleasure, and once the phone call had been made, I decided to have a little fun with Pork Chop. He responded the way that I thought he would. Things were just getting really interesting when I heard a XXXX at the door. Time to get back to work.


"MMMMGMPLSOPMM!" The guy with the XXXX was doing terrible things to me. I struggled and moaned, trying to beg him to stop, but to no avail. Just when things were reaching a peak, when I thought that the torture I was undergoing would cause me to explode, Frank XXXX on the door. The thug with the XXXX hastily rearranged my clothing, and holding the XXXX to my head, whispered "Not a peep, out of you Pork Chop, or you and your fellow bozo will be dead meat." He pushed me into a corner, hidden from view, and stood behind the door. As he turned the handle, I wanted to yell out, to make some noise to warn Frank, but the bad man had such a big XXXX, and I didn't want him to pull out my fingernails!
Boink! I shuddered with sympathy as Frank went down like a fallen tree. OUCH! That XXXX butt to the head must have hurt a lot. Poor Frank. He just lay on the floor and moaned. The bad man pulled him further into my apartment, and in two shakes of a lambs tail he had Frank all trussed up and gagged. As Frank came to, he was dragged to his feet, and pulled over next to me.

"What a couple of chumps you two are. Why don't you take a load off your feet?"
Thump. Both Frank and I were rudely pushed to floor. While the thug who had done such bad things to me picked up the folder with the documents that we had liberated, and went over to my desk to peruse them, Frank and I started wriggling around on the floor; squirming and struggling, trying to get free.
"MGMTURNMMROUN"
"MNNTHISMMWAY"
"MNOTHISMMWAY!" Frank just wouldn't listen; he always knew best. It had to be his way or nothing. As I turned around to work at his ropes, we were rudely interrupted.


"You guys want to get closer to each other? Fine, closer you'll be." He jerked us up to our knees, and XXXX us to face one another. OUCH! He pulled rope around us, so tight, tying us to together. This was awkward. Tied face to face with Frank, all of the terrible things that the bad man had done to me came flooding back into my mind. Tied so tight to Frank, I could feel something growing in my jeans. Sniff, sniff. Umm, he smelled nice. This wasn't too bad. I struggled a little more vigorously, and so did Frank. Hmmm, this felt pretty good. I wiggled some more, rubbing and pressing against Frank in my efforts to get free. Frank struggled right back. He started grunting in a most unusual way. I could see his face getting all red, and could feel something pressing against me. Frank had something growing in his jeans, too!


All the papers were there. The boss would be proud of me. I looked over at the two clowns who had tried to rip us off. They were having far too good a time. I wouldn't have liked to join in the fun, but time is money! I had to make sure that they stayed put for a while. I had a plane to catch. Once I was in the air, it didn't matter if they got free. I hated to break up their little party, but I needed to put them out of commission for a few hours, and the rope holding them together didn't look tight enough. And besides, crime shouldn't pay! At least not theirs. For me and the boss, it was a different matter.
My head was pulled off Frank's shoulder abruptly.

"OK, boys, sorry to interrupt your fun, but it's time for me to roll, and I think you two would be a little more comfortable in a different position."
What did he mean? We were soon to find out. He untied the ropes that were holding us together, and XXXX us to turn around. I felt something hard and cold press into the back of my neck. Oh no! He was going to shoot us. I closed my eyes tight. This wasn't fair! First he rips off the papers that were going to make us rich, and now..he interrupts us at a crucial moment. I waited for a bullet in the back of my head to end it all. Instead, I felt a hand pushing me down to the floor. Before I could do anything, I was trussed up like a pig going to market. OWWW! This hurt. There was a thump next to me. Frank was next, hogtied.
"Bye boys, have fun! Remember, it isn't nice to steal!"

The End

Pork Chop played by Kent
Frank played by Aaron
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 06/13/2007

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