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From: uwant2hurt@aol.com (Uwant2hurt)
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Subject: {ASSM} Cabin Fever (1.B) m/m b and d
Date: Sat, 4 Mar 2000 00:10:14 -0500
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Cabin Fever (1.B)
(NOTE:...the unedited transcript below is from an ongoing cyber/roleplay
scene...other than fixing some typos it reads exactly as it has been improvised
online via an AOL IM...it is being submitted for your possible
entertainment...we assume you are over 18 and wish to read a story containing
sexual content...further installments can be posted...and feedback is
appreciated...send email to the above address or at Bnd4tormnt@aol.com)
PART TWO...Setting the Trap
Uwant2hurt: [i pour myself some coffee] you want some?...
Bnd4tormnt: NO!... i want my clothes so i can get out of here!
Uwant2hurt: you are being rude...you know that?
Bnd4tormnt: look, man... i said i appreciate what you did for me when my
car ran in a ditch... but i need to get going... i'm sorry if you think that is
rude, but this is ridiculous... my girlfriend was expecting me last night and
she is gonna be worried that i haven't shown up yet or even called....
Uwant2hurt: look...your clothes are in the dryer... i thought i was doing
you a favor.... what has gotten into you?
Bnd4tormnt: look!... i said i am sorry..... i appreciate it... i will just
get them and get out of here, ok? Nothing has gotten into me... i just want to
get going....
Uwant2hurt: it's those magazines...isn't it...[i hand you a mug of coffee]
Bnd4tormnt: look... i don't care if you like that stuff or not... it's not
my thing, but i respect you, ok....? <taking coffee trying to be polite, though
i really want to leave... sipping while sitting down at table again>
Uwant2hurt: come on my friend...sit here in the living room...i'll sit
here...you take the chair.... you really think i am up to something?
Bnd4tormnt: don't you have a robe or shorts or something i can put on?...
no.... i... uh... didn't mean that... sorry if you thought that.....
Uwant2hurt: then what?
Bnd4tormnt: i... just feel... a little... uncomfortble sitting here naked
like this... <moving to sit in chair>
Uwant2hurt: with a faggot present?
Bnd4tormnt: no... i didn't mean that... honest
Uwant2hurt: yes... you did... you think i want to....get you...
Bnd4tormnt: no, really... i didn't... honest, i didn't... stop staying
that... i didn't think that... let's just drop it...
Uwant2hurt: it's possible you know...no one knows you're here...you are
attractive
Bnd4tormnt: i'll wait for my clothes to dry, ok?... what did you say?
Uwant2hurt: [i laugh like it's a joke]
Bnd4tormnt: <nervous, but still on my guard...> yeah... whatever
Uwant2hurt: your coffee...it's getting cold...
Bnd4tormnt: <sipping from cup...> it's fine... really
Uwant2hurt: tell me about your girl... she like your body...?
Bnd4tormnt: man... i don't know... this is making me feel wierd... can't
we just drop this...? you gotta have a robe or something i can put on...it's
getting cold in here
Uwant2hurt: not cold enough to make your cock shrink....
Bnd4tormnt: ok.. shit!... where's the dryer? i'm getting my clothes and
getting out!
Uwant2hurt: i bet you heard the story about the college football
player...?
Bnd4tormnt: <standing up and setting down my cup... going for my keys...
stopping...> what story?
Uwant2hurt: he disappeared, you know...not far from here...real cute guy
Bnd4tormnt: no, i hadn't heard... where's the dryer, man?
Uwant2hurt: [you see in the fireplace that a fire has gone out...among the
ashes are buttons...] dryer's out back
Bnd4tormnt: outside?
Uwant2hurt: yeah...this is an old cabin... it's got a utility shed out
back... kind of a work shop
Bnd4tormnt: <wondering what buttons are doing in the fire, but not saying
anything...> well how the hell am i supposed to get my clothes then?
Uwant2hurt: i guess you need to wait...
Bnd4tormnt: FUCK! i'm not waiting any longer, man!
Uwant2hurt: i'll get them....
Bnd4tormnt: GET ME MY CLOTHES!
Uwant2hurt: when it's time
Bnd4tormnt: <charging up to you...> GET ME MY CLOTHES DAMMIT!
Uwant2hurt: you are one rude fucker...you want them...? you get them...[i
point to the back door...path leading to a large shed]
Bnd4tormnt: FINE! <going to the back door and opening...a cold blast of
wind and snow greet me...> FUCK!
Uwant2hurt: go ahead...it won't kill you....
Bnd4tormnt: <turning back before making a dash through the snow...> this
is sick, man! <judging the distance to the shed in the back...>
Uwant2hurt: [i smile and close the door... watch you head for the shed...]
Bnd4tormnt: <with car keys in my hand, i decide to run for the shed>
Uwant2hurt: [my cock hard in my jeans]
Bnd4tormnt: <freezing my ass off running thru snowdrifts to get to there>
Uwant2hurt: [i remote open garage door on the side; you see your car]
Bnd4tormnt: <windchill is below freezing as i make it inside the shed...
panting... shivering... dancing around to keep warm as i look around for the
dryer... need my clothes... wanna get warm>
Uwant2hurt: [your car in front of you... to the side is a door to the
interior of the shed itself....]
Bnd4tormnt: <going over to the door>
Uwant2hurt: [looking thru the window on the door....you can see the
dryer...washer....you see bondage posters on the walls....]
Bnd4tormnt: <thinking to myself> what a sick fuck this guy must be... <go
in the door and head for the dryer... it is off... hopefully my clothes will be
nice and warm... opening the door to the dryer>
Uwant2hurt: [...the dryer is empty... but the room is full with bondage
toys...a cross...a rack...whips...other evil looking things...]
Bnd4tormnt: <shocked and shivering i stand there for a few moments
wondering what the fuck is happening... why did he tell me to come all the way
out here...? seeing all the torture stuff on the wall...>
Uwant2hurt: [you can see me watching you from the cabin window...]
Bnd4tormnt: <i spin back around and head back towards the garage section
and go to my car... fumbling with the keys... frantic...>
Uwant2hurt: [the car is dead...]
Bnd4tormnt: FUCK!<the engine won't turn over... keep trying... growing
more and more desperate.... trying to stay warm.... FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!
Uwant2hurt: [you open the hood...battery is missing]
Bnd4tormnt: <my mind races with thoughts of what may happen to me> That
sick motherfucker stole my battery!!!!!!!!!
Uwant2hurt: [even the blanket you keep in the car is missing]
Bnd4tormnt: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSHHHHIT!
Uwant2hurt: [but you find a bondage magazine under the seat...]
Bnd4tormnt: <i climb back in my car and huddle... throw the mag outside
the car and sit in silence... shivering...>
Uwant2hurt: [you can see me watching... sipping hot coffee...]
Bnd4tormnt: YOU SICK FUCKER!<desperately trying to figure out what to do>
Uwant2hurt: [i raise my mug...in mock salute]
Bnd4tormnt: <in a moment of desperation, i get out and make a run back to
the cabin.... getting to the back door>
Uwant2hurt: [locked]
Bnd4tormnt: FFFFFUUCCCCCCK!!!!!! LET ME IN DAMMIT!
Uwant2hurt: you seem upset
Bnd4tormnt: <pounding on the door...> LET ME IN!!! LET ME IN!!!!!!! LET ME
IN YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!! I'M FREEZING OUT HERE! LET ME IN!
Uwant2hurt: ok.....ok.....
Bnd4tormnt: <pounding repeatedly...> LET ME IN!
Uwant2hurt: [i take my time turning the locks]
Bnd4tormnt: LET ME IN!!!!!!!! DAMMIT!
Uwant2hurt: [door opens]
Bnd4tormnt: <scrambling into the cabin... grabbing you by the shirt>
Uwant2hurt: cold out there?
Bnd4tormnt: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ALL ABOUT? <shivering as i threaten
you...> give me some goddamn clothes!
Uwant2hurt: i don't know what you're talking about...where are your
clothes?
Bnd4tormnt: and what did you do with my car battery??? YOU FUCKER!!!!!!
Uwant2hurt: let me go... now
Bnd4tormnt: <throttling you> GIVE ME MY CLOTHES... NOW... I WANT MY
CLOTHES!
Uwant2hurt: [a knee to your balls]
Bnd4tormnt: aaaaaaaaaggggghhhh...<doubling over in tremendous
pain...dropping to my knees> you... bastard...
Uwant2hurt: [i calmly go over to a drawer and pull out a gun...] you
seem...upset?
Bnd4tormnt: what the fuck do you want from me, man... <looking up and
seeing the gun>
Uwant2hurt: nothing...why?
Bnd4tormnt: <lunging to you again> YOU'RE LYING!
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