Chapter 7: James
BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP
Brad’s alarm blasted into my eardrums like an ocean liner. Why did they have to make those damned phone alarm sounds so toxic to the senses? At least he disarmed it quickly. I stretched and gingerly opened my eyes. My comrades appeared to be experiencing what I was, that confusing space between sleep and consciousness, where dream narratives meet rushed, unsatisfying conclusions and quickly fade from memory. Why did it seem that this phenomenon was more noticeable after shorter sleep schedules? No matter, there would be time to muse about that question later. It was time to journey into the belly of the beast again.
“Alright, wakey wakey, come on people let’s get a move on” ordered Emily. Surprisingly, she was the most alert, which was odd given how quickly she’d passed out. But then again it was Emily, so maybe not so surprising at all.
“For fuck’s sake relax, we left a thirty-minute grace period for a reason,” sighed Sophie.
“It’s fine guys, wake yourselves up. We are going to need to be alert for this. Take your time, make sure you have everything you need. James, you are sure your device is ready to go?” asked Brad.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Let’s do this,” I responded, my shaking voice giving my fear away. I don’t know how Emily and Brad kept so cool in these situations. One false move and our lives were headed for a lot of…changes. Pun intended.
We spent the next half hour making sure we had all of our equipment, loading up the van, and reviewing our plan and extraction point one last time. Carly Dunfee lived right across the street from a large city park. Craig was going to drop us off outside her house then move to a parking lot within the park. After we broke Mike out, we would rendezvous there as usual and speed off to safety.
As we all piled into the van and prepared to embark, Rose wheeled outside with us. It appeared Craig’s family had gotten her a wheelchair so she would not be completely dependent. It was still not the kind of thing she would want to be seen alone in public with. Amazons were great white sharks, and any sign of vulnerability, weakness, or dependency was a ruptured artery spilling blood into the water.
“Best of luck guys. I hope this goes as smoothly as my rescue went. I can’t wait to see Mike again back here,” she said in a hushed tone. Smart of her not to be too loud or risk waking up nearby Amazons.
“Thanks Rose. We’ll be back soon enough. We really appreciate all the insight you provided us on these harpies. This is going to be another winning battle for us,” Emily replied.
“I’ll be right here waiting. Godspeed,” Rose said with a smile as we closed the van door and embarked.
During the drive, nobody said much. We’d already been through everything. I assume everyone was trying to psyche themselves up for this. I know I was. The best way to put nerves to rest is to be present to the task. What was I going to do? I was going to use my device to disable the alarm. Then I would help Emily and Brad free Mike and prepare to get him moving. Besides him having some physical impediment we didn’t know about, I couldn’t see how this could go wrong.
I guess we would have to improvise to unlock his crib or whatever he was kept in. That was usually par for the course though, and a part of every rescue. Emily was excellent at lockpicking, she had trained in it so our squad would have someone with the vital skill. Like usual, she would be able to bust into whatever cheap padlock or Little-proof tech they used to secure cribs. But other than that, as long as Mike could walk and wasn’t so heavy that Brad couldn’t carry him, we would be in the clear.
Craig slowed the van as we approached the destination. “This is it guys. Earpieces in, I’ll be watching with my binoculars. Everyone out, and wait until you hear my voice. Don’t do anything before I’m set up,” he said.
Standard operating procedure, but he said it mostly as a reminder. It was good to hear. We all hopped out of the van and crouched motionless on the misandrist witch’s perfectly-cut front lawn. There was definitely a correlation between toxic, unhappy women and overly neat and orderly things. What was that ministry lady’s name again? From Harry Potter? I pictured Carly Dunfee as looking like her, with the level of sadism to match.
I felt something hit the top of my head before the light pitter-patter of rainfall filled the air. It was only a sprinkle really, but I guessed it would help us in our mission. Harder to see a group of people running off into the night when it’s raining. And the sound on the rooftop would give us that minute level of cover. As long as I could keep my alarm-disabling device dry, it would be an advantage. That thought reminded me of the importance of the device, so I hastily removed my pack and held it to my chest so as to keep it as dry as possible.
I looked up to the second story of the home and was able to identify Mike’s bedroom, according to the spying Craig had done. I could see what looked to be reinforced steel locks on the window, as well as the faint green light to signify the active alarm system. The women had apparently had an all-hands meeting after our last rescue and taken measures to stymie us. Good thing they had no idea what level of sophistication I could produce when I needed to think of a new way to break in.
“Alright guys, we all know the plan right?” asked Brad. We had been over it multiple times now, but this was just an assurance. “On Craig’s signal, move to the front door. James, I sure hope this works.”
“Yeah, me too,” I responded. I was much more nervous about what would happen after that. One slip-up and we could wake her up. And that would be a torturous fate.
“It might take me a minute to pick the crib lock,” Emily said. “It’s one of the few things we couldn’t really learn anything about beforehand, so I’ll just have to see it and improvise. While I’m doing that, just try to be as still as possible. We don’t need any random movement causing noise.”
“Yup, and I’ll be motionless outside the door with eyes on the hallway,” added Sophie, her voice quaking mildly. “So…I’ll be the first one Carly sees if she wakes up…”
The tension was palpable for Sophie, she was clearly freaked about this whole thing. Which was odd, given that it was me who’d seen the women on the campus plaza and that Carly Dunfee’s sadism was targeted towards men. Then again, Sophie had every right to be afraid–if we were ever caught, whatever additional sadism she possessed was just the icing on the cake. The real risk was losing our way of life.
“Trust me, Sophie, she’s getting all of us or none of us,” Brad reassured her.
“Alright guys, can you hear me? I’ve got eyes on you from the van, parked at the extraction location. You’re good to go in. Let’s get this moving,” Craig announced. It was time.
Sophie and I followed Brad and Emily to the front door. We crouched and walked slowly to be as silent as possible. Under normal circumstances I’d be checking out Emily’s ass directly in front of me, but the pit of nerves in my stomach had me thinking of other things.
We reached the door and got out of the rain under the porch cover. Brad and Emily looked at me and nodded, signaling it was my time to shine with my device. I looked in through the window and saw the alarm system, exactly where it was normally installed in houses like this. The green light confirmed that it was activated, so my device would be critical.
I slowly removed the device from my pack and inspected it to make sure it had stayed dry. It appeared to be fine, as the rain was not heavy enough to soak through the canvas pack. I set up the tripod legs so it would stand and turned it on.
“Okay, it will need a minute or so to properly calibrate to the wavelengths from the sensors. I gave it a red LED light that will illuminate whenever it is done doing so. We need to wait for that before we go in,” I told them.
“Okay then, just be patient,” Emily replied.
We stood motionless waiting for the light to activate. For some reason, a wellspring of self-doubt rose within me. I was not even sure why, but now I was thinking my solution might be too crude to interfere with the sensors as planned. Perhaps they had built-in methods for preventing signal interference. What if I’d calibrated it wrong? What if we opened that door and the alarm sounded? We would just have to run and hope for the best.
What if she sprung out of bed and caught us? Amazons were surely faster on their legs, which were easily six or seven feet long, than we were. What if the alarm triggered a police response? What if there was an investigation?
My intrusive thoughts were interrupted by the light suddenly turning on. The device had done its thing. Hopefully at this moment it was transmitting perfectly-spaced signals to disrupt communication between the sensors on the door and the central system. We would need to come out through the front door as well, since none of the other sensors would be in the device’s range.
“Okay, Emily, it’s on. Time to work your magic on the door,” I whispered.
“Moment of truth,” she said, as she pulled her pliable metal tool from her pocket and inserted it into the lock. After a few moments of twisting and contorting it, she was able to turn the lock.
“Slow, now,” Brad whispered, as she gingerly and purposefully pushed the front door open. I held my breath as the hinges creaked, waiting for the blaring of the alarm. It did not sound. Emily pushed the door completely open and we all crept inside. Success!
I could make out Emily’s beaming smile under her facemask as she extended her first towards me. I bumped it, as Brad patted me on the back.
“Way to fucking go James!”
“Hell yeah man!”
“Holy shit that was awesome”
The only person who didn’t need to keep their voice hushed was Craig, who cheered from the van into our earplugs. “Coast is clear!” he added, as we closed the door behind us.
I had to put aside my moment of elation to focus on the task at hand. It was wonderful having that kind of value to the mission and delivering my best when it was required. Moments like that were a main motivator for me joining in the first place. Impressing confident, aggressive, driven people like Brad and especially Emily was my dream. But for now there was more work to be done. We were far from out of the woods.
Being in a house like this was unfamiliar. To begin with, everything was huge, as it was sized for Amazons. Most Littles stand between four and a half and six feet tall, while Amazons often exceed twelve feet. Being in an Amazon’s house was like being an actual toddler. All of the dimensions were off, you couldn’t see over things you normally could. I did not really experience this in Rose’s rescue because we entered through the vent and were only in her nursery room. In there, many pieces of furniture were sized for Littles, so it was not as jarring as it was now.
Brad beckoned for us to follow him as we slowly crept towards the staircase. Because it was dead silent, every footfall or creak of the floorboards sounded deafening. It was a wonder we did not wake up Carly with the amount of noise. But of course it only sounded so loud because we were trying so hard to be quiet.
As we reached the top of the staircase and turned right, Brad pointed towards the door of the nursery. I sure hoped he was right about this being our door, because the process of going in the house and up the staircase had me disoriented. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears as another invasive thought of walking into Carly’s bedroom entered my head. I let out a deep breath to calm myself and began lightly humming to keep myself in the moment. The three of us filed in, while Sophie stayed out to keep an eye on the hallway.
The nursery room was similar to Rose’s in the sense that many things were scaled to a Little’s size. The crib was directly in the middle, and I could immediately make out the figure that must have been Mike. However, as I looked closer, I could tell many things in the room were very different from Rose’s. There was a large shelf containing a number of Little supplies like stacks of diapers, powder, and various creams. However, there was also a row of sex toys.
There were objects like buttplugs, chastity cages, whips, paddles, and other small devices of torture. Carly clearly ramped up the torture after her first charge was legally taken from her. Where in the past she had solicited another person to assist in the abuse, she appeared to have taken it into her own hands for Mike.
I realized this was definitely the case when I saw an Amazon-sized strap-on dildo next to the aforementioned objects. My blood ran cold seeing this. Carly obviously used it on her charge. It was so huge that I couldn’t imagine a scenario where it didn’t cause extreme physical pain; probably close to a foot long. I wanted to puke. I was conflicted between a sense of righteous vengeance that told me to break this poor man out of his personal hell and my fight or flight response telling me to sprint out the door to safety as soon as possible. I could not conceive of a future like this. It couldn’t happen to me. I couldn’t let it happen to me.
“Okay, we got ourselves a minor problem,” Brad said under his breath. “First, let’s wake him up and turn on the lights so we can see better. Getting him loose might take a minute.”
Emily reached through the bars of the crib to place her hand on Mike’s shoulder. “Hey, you need to wake up. Wake up. Wake up,” she repeated a few times to him as he began to stir from sleep.
Mike gained consciousness and immediately jumped backwards from the shock of seeing strangers in his room at night. He hit his head hard on the back of the crib and breathed heavily. Emily, Brad, and I all shushed him simultaneously to make sure he didn’t do anything that would make a lot of noise. I could not see a Little monitor, but it was very possible Carly had one somewhere.
“Hey, hey, relax, just relax. We’re from Direct Action and we’re gonna get you out of here. But you need to cooperate with us,” Emily said confidently. “We are going to turn the lights on.”
I was nearest to the door, and thus the light switch, so I went over and flipped it on. The sudden light was harsh on our eyes after several minutes in the dark, so all of us, especially Mike, recoiled and squinted for a few seconds.
When I opened my eyes, I got my first good look at the babified man. This revealed that babification was not his only problem; he’d also been sissified. His head was shaved bald like a baby but he was wearing nothing but a frilly pink onesie over his thick diaper. His cheeks looked unnaturally rosy, probably as a result of some kind of cosmetic product Carly had used on him to “doll him up.” He also had on knee-high pink fuzzy socks. It seemed her idea was to shave him bald on top of all the teacup party girly shit to make him look like as much of an otherworldly freak as possible. Not altogether different as a concept from Rose’s ugly haircut that Janet had given her. The purpose was to leave no doubt to any observer that the Little was a dependent baby and not an adult who was capable of taking care of their own needs. Mercifully for all of us, the diaper did not droop or sag and appeared to be clean, at least.
I also saw the problem Brad had mentioned. Mike did not have a standard pacifier gag like Rose had. He had this bizarre leather contraption that attached his pacifier gag to a leather circlet around his neck. This in turn was connected via a metal chain that was secured around one of the posts of the crib with a metal ring. It all looked like another BDSM-type thing Carly used to abuse him. We would need to free him from this binding before we could get him out of the crib. Oh joy.
“Shit, okay, let’s divide and conquer. I’ll work on picking the padlock on the crib, as planned,” Emily began. “Brad, do you have anything you think we could use to cut that thing off him?”
“Yeah,” he replied, “I got something. James, come give me a hand please.”
I wasn’t sure what he needed me for, but I walked over as Emily began working on her second lock of the night. Brad rummaged around in his bag and produced a large pair of scissors. They looked like the kind of scissors that could be used to cut meat or some other tough material. They’d have no chance against the metal, but perhaps they could get through the leather.
“Okay James,” he whispered as he grabbed a part of the leather near Mike’s neck, “you’re gonna hold this for me while I cut. Try to get as much separation as possible so I can get the scissors underneath.”
I made a tight fist so my fingers would be tucked well away from the razor-sharp blade. Mike did not look comfortable with the idea of having the blade so close to his jugular vein, but it was what had to be done. This added to the growing number of reasons why I did not envy Mike. Brad also seemed to see the discomfort on his face.
“Mike, do your best to remain completely still. I’ll be as careful as I can,” he reassured him.
With Emily still working away on the lock, I gripped the leather strap and pulled. Brad was able to slip the open scissors into the gap between the restraint and Mike’s skin. With much exertion, he began cutting. Leather is very tough, and he didn’t have the best angle. Brad was trying to strike a delicate balance between maximizing the use of his strength to cut through the bond and being careful not to cut Mike. Once he had the cut established in the leather, it was less difficult to complete severing the strap between the gag and the collar.
That was one of three things that needed to be cut before Mike could be freed. The second bit was a wider strap that attached the back of the gag to the collar. This strap encircled most of the back of Mike’s upper neck. It would require much more labor to cut it, so Brad took a moment to catch his breath before he continued.
Mike suddenly began to shift around frantically. His eyes widened as he focused in a particular direction. He made a series of muffled grunts through his pacifier. Emily looked up from her lockpicking and said, “Come on man we’re almost done. Keep your cool, we’ve got to be quiet!”
He made a few more muffled noises, louder and more panicked. I looked at what he seemed to be looking at. It was a small red digital clock that read 1:27 AM. I wondered what he was freaking out about, but I knew it was not a good sign. I had a feeling we had best hurry.
“Hold still, Mike, I need to cut again. You’re almost free,” Brad told him, attempting to calm him down.”
Mike begrudgingly stopped moving, but the look of anxiety on his face remained. Brad began cutting again, with me holding the wider strap off his neck. This one was much thicker and secured closer to his skin, so it took more effort for me to bring it away. With a lot of effort, I managed to. Brad made a small incision and worked from there as before. It took him maybe a minute and a half, but he cut loose the wide strap.
Mike began making noise again and pointed at the clock. 1:29 AM. Fuck. This could not possibly be good.
“Okay, collar off, quick!” Brad said, seeming to sense the urgency too. It didn’t help that we had no idea what was going on.
With that, I grabbed the thin leather collar that was attached to the chain. I quickly pulled it away from his throat, and Brad cut it. This one took the least time, as the collar was less than an inch wide. Brad simply had to begin the cut and the collar was basically severed.
At that moment, I heard the faint sound of a phone alarm going off. It was coming from a different room but audible through the walls.
BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP
That harsh sound again. Oh, fuck. This could be it. I looked up at the clock once more. 1:30 AM. The fight or flight response shot up to a thousand as the adrenaline raged through my whole system.
As Brad cut through the end of the collar, Mike hastily reached up and ripped off the whole apparatus. It was only attached on a single side at this point, so removing it was easy. He spat out his pink pacifier and said, “You guys need to get the fuck out of here, NOW.”
“Not without you,” Emily said calmly, as she finished picking the lock. Holy fuck this woman was nuts. I looked down at my fingers as they trembled heavily from the nervous energy. How she could keep calm enough to pick a lock under this circumstance was mind-boggling. Ice in her veins. She had never been hotter.
Emily flung open the crib and moved towards the door. Mike jumped out and followed behind her, with remarkable athleticism given the thick diaper around his waist and ridiculous high socks. With Brad behind us, we opened the door and prepared to make a dash for the exit.
The instant we opened the door, Sophie came crashing through it, almost knocking Emily over in the process. She scream-whispered, “CODE RED, HIDE!” and ducked under a dresser.
Emily took a step back, still surprised by Sophie’s move. Then she hurried to the back of the room and knelt down behind the changing table. Footsteps thundered through the house, signaling a giant on the move. It was as chilling as a movie with a giant monster; I could practically hear the “Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum.” Except this monster was real. At first I froze, but then I gathered myself. What were they, fucking crazy?? We had to go, NOW. What was hiding going to accomplish? We had to make a scramble for the exit.
I turned towards the group as I ran towards the door. I began to say, “What the fuck are you doing? We need to get the hell out of he–”
The door flung open and the massive silhouette of an Amazon appeared outside. Carly Dunfee moved into the room, her features becoming clear. She was wearing only pajama bottoms, with no top. Her beach ball-sized boobs caught my attention for the split second before I realized my worst fears were a reality.
She gasped when she saw the three of us, and quickly reached down and grabbed hold of the nearest target. Me. I had been in front of the other members of our group. I screamed bloody murder as her grip closed around me. I was powerless to fight back. Brad was strong compared to me, but her strength was on a whole different level. Superhuman. Amazon.
That did not stop me from thrashing about as much as possible. I kicked, scratched, punched, squirmed, and bit. But her skin was so thick it was like a house cat biting a rhinoceros. She lifted me up with one massive hand grabbing my legs. I wanted to scream, to explode. My world was ending. No more engineering classes. No more lab. No more hope of finally breaking through with Emily. No more dreams. Just a miserable fate.
Tears streamed down my face as I continued fighting and screaming. Eventually, she held me upside down by my legs so I could basically not fight anymore. It felt like an out-of-body experience as I hung there. I went from agony to numbness, detached from reality as I began to experience shock.
Carly Dunfee said loudly, “My oh my, two more Little boys for my…enjoyment. Lost, are you? What brings you to my home at this hour? Didn’t your mothers ever tell you it’s against the rules to break into a grown up’s house? No matter, I’ll have plenty of time to teach you manners. Little Mikey, I don’t know where you thought you were going, but it looks like you’ll have two new little brothers! You can even help them learn how to take one of mommy’s funtime toys in their bums. Doesn’t that sound great?”
The horror of the situation pulsed through me as she delivered her sadistic speech. She closed the door behind her and stepped forward again. I could see Brad and Mike had crouched down against the back wall, keeping as much distance as possible from Carly.
“Oh, and what is this? Another baby along with you? Now what would a Little girl be doing getting mixed up with these troublemakers?” Carly asked snarkily as she advanced to the point where she could see Emily. Sophie’s hiding spot was a bit better than Emily’s; Carly could not see her under the dresser. Emily scrambled over next to Brad and Mike, hunkering down with them. Preparing for a fruitless, hopeless fight.
“This was my plan, you sadistic bitch. We’re rescuing Mike from your prison. Fuck you,” Emily snarled as she spit towards Carly. Damn, no fear. Only fury.
Carly responded with a laugh as she took another step towards them. “What a mouth you’ve got on you! I’ll have to run to the store to restock on soap tomorrow. In the meantime, let’s get the other three of you diapered and put to bed for the night. It’s way past your bedtime, and we all know what Littles will do to carpet without proper protection.”
She reached towards Brad next and grabbed him as she’d grabbed me. She held him upside down, as she was holding me. He tried to fight but had no more luck than I did. Amazons were the great equalizer. She dangled each of us next to one of her bare breasts.
“That being said, boys are my favorite. I’ve got such plans for you two. Mikey, climb back into your crib while I deal with them.” Carly gestured towards Emily. “And little missy, if you want to avoid a very red bottom, you’ll get in the crib with him while I get your two little brothers all situated. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll do as I say.”
Carly still stood between Mike and Emily and the exit. Mike, knowing any hope of an escape was lost now, slowly and dejectedly walked back towards his crib. Emily did not follow him. As Mike began to climb into it, Emily stood up. She put her fists out in front of her and bounced readily from foot to foot.
“I’m not doing a God damned thing you say, cunt. Not now, not ever. I don’t care what you do to me. I’m your worst fucking nightmare, not the other way around. You want me to submit? I won’t. Whatever you want to happen, you’ll have to make me do it!” Emily shouted at Carly.
Carly sighed, seemingly more annoyed than anything. She replied, “Oh dear. I can see you’re going to be great fun.” She set me down in the crib with Mike and took a step towards Emily. Looking back to me, she ordered, “Don’t you move a muscle unless you want to learn just how mean a mad mommy can be.”
That was enough persuasion for me. Fuck. I wanted to run but there was nothing to be done. She was too big, too strong, too fast. I didn’t have a good enough angle to the door anyways, I was still within arms reach of her. I was just thankful to no longer be upside down and in her clutches.
With Brad in one hand, Carly made a move toward Emily. She reached out to grab onto her but Emily reacted quickly. With a quick chopping motion, she blocked the Amazon’s massive hand and moved again out of her range.
“Try again bitch,” Emily taunted. This required Carly to take another two massive steps forward. She reached out towards Emily again, but as Emily made a move to evade once again, Carly swung one of her tree trunk legs and connected with Emily’s lower torso. Emily flew into the wall and crumbled to the floor.
Carly took her massive foot and pinned Emily’s legs to the carpet. Emily yelped as she was caught under the force. Carly used her free hand to begin smacking Emily’s bottom wildly. It looked so forceful, so painful. She had Emily screaming from the pain after three swats, but she kept going, yelling at her the whole time.
“You Little brat, I’ll show you your place!”
“I can be awfully mean to Little girls too, you just wait and see!”
“This is just the beginning, when I’m through you won’t be able to sit on your padded butt for weeks!”
It was then that I realized, with Emily on the floor in the corner and Carly basically kneeling down on top of her, that Sophie had a clear shot to the door. The dresser she’d been hiding under was between Carly and the exit now. And Carly still didn’t know she was there.
Sophie decided to take her chance. In the commotion, she rolled sideways out from under her hiding spot and sprung to her feet. She dashed towards the door and flung it open.
“Wha-” Carly turned her head in surprise. She took her foot off Emily to give chase to Sophie. I decided to jump out of the crib as well, thinking there was a chance I could split off and give her two targets to pursue. That would be a lot harder for her, especially in the rain.
But none of that would happen. As Carly turned heel and prepared to run, Brad swiftly reached into his pack and pulled something out. He used his toned abs to curl his upper body so that he was upright. Looking Carly in the face, he cried out at her to grab her attention. She was momentarily distracted by the loud noise and looked disoriented as she hurriedly turned back towards Brad.
In his hand was the bottle of “secret weapon” I’d handed to him before we began our excursion. He raised it, aimed at Carly’s face, and fired. A cloud of bright orange gas enveloped her face, with fluid entering her eyes, nose, and open mouth. She recoiled and her knees buckled. Carly Dunfee let out a banshee’s wail.
She released Brad, dropping him from a height of ten feet or so. Brad rolled out of his fall and rose to his feet. Carly fell first onto her knees and then began to slump forward. Clutching her massive hands to her face, she fell to the floor, completing a face plant. Writhing topless on the floor, her threat had been momentarily neutralized.
Brad sprinted past me and yelled, “Fuck, James, run! Get the fuck to the van!”
I’d been so shell-shocked by what I’d just witnessed that I had frozen. Again. I guess I needed to stop doing that. Mike jumped out of the crib behind me and we tore off through the upstairs of the house. We followed Brad to the staircase and essentially tumbled down the stairs in our haste to leave Carly Dunfee’s home. Emily followed along behind us, still breathing heavily from her encounter with the giant.
“Run, guys, to me! You can make it!” Craig encouraged, from the safety of his van, through our earpieces. Easy for him to be so hopeful, having not been in that room, moments away from having his adulthood stripped away.
As we flung open the front door, we could still hear the bellowing sound of Carly’s agony behind us. Who knew how long she’d be down for? Ghost peppers were dangerously hot, but Amazons had increased levels of resistance to such things. At least, more than Littles did.
Arriving back at the porch, I took one moment to pick up my device. I didn’t want to leave it there; it might prove useful sometime in the future. I did not bother to stuff it in my pack since it appeared the rain had ceased.
Mike was not able to move as fast as we were in his diapered state. And that might not be the end of it. God only knew whether she’d shoved a butt plug or dildo in his ass. From what I now knew of Carly, something like that seemed probable. And that did not sound like very much fun to run with.
Emily and Brad charged ahead as I stayed back with him. We crossed the street and entered the park. Craig’s headlights were now visible in the parking lot. We just had to be careful, not trip on any roots, and navigate through the trees. We were there. Home free.
With Mike waddling beside me, we reached the van. Sophie had made it a minute ago or so. Brad and Emily were still hyperventilating and trying to pile in. Mike and I followed after them. Craig cheered loudly as he revved up his engine and sped in the opposite direction of Carly Dunfee’s home. He was the only one celebrating. The rest of us were still somewhere between panic, shock, and exasperated elation.