[MarvHarvey]

Marty meets Mia and Charlie, Chapter 4, Part 8

I didn't wait until the end of the second CD, I wanted to get down to business with Marty. I had known too much for too many days and I was impatient. And I really didn't want him to be there all night, at least not yet I didn't.

Before going down to question him I put on a simple cardboard mask I had made. It wasn't much, just enough that when I took the bag off his head I could watch his face but he would not be able to see mine very well.

Quietly, I turned on the light and went down to the utility room. He wasn't moving as I came closer and closer: I wanted to whisper from right outside the bag. He was breathing very rhythmically - probably asleep despite the discomfort. This was not something I had expected.

I listened to his rhythm and then turned off the radio and immediately started speak at about the same level as the static had been and in time with his rhythm: "Tell me what you are doing at Hillside Preserve. Tell me what you are doing at Hillside Preserve. Tell me what you are doing at Hillside Preserve. Tell me what you are doing at Hillside Preserve. Tell me what you are doing at Hillside Preserve. Tell me what you are doing at Hillside Preserve. Tell me what you are doing at Hillside Preserve. Tell me what you are doing at Hillside Preserve."

"Nothing," he said. "Nothing, just meeting people." And then he came awake and snapped his head to attention. But I had an admission. I would follow it up in a little while.

Then I gave him an opportunity to confess - and all he did was confess undying love - yawn! OK, he could have it his way.

So rarely do I raise my voice, but this time: "TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE DOING AT HILLSIDE PRESERVE! RIGHT NOW!"

Poor Marty responded as if I had given him an electric shock. He was making a few odd sounds as I pulled the bag up off his head. "N-n-nuh-nothing," he mumbled. (Note: I had forgotten that it had adjustable buckles on the straps, and so I could get it almost all the way off without untying him - much better than my plan to cut the straps if necessary.) I could see the goosebumps all over him - good, he was chilled.

"You said meeting people. What people?" I used my most toneless voice, with a bit of an edge.

"I was dreaming," he excused himself. "I didn't mean anything."

I thought to myself: 'Look you spanko slut - I am not going to beat it out of you. You'd like that too much. But I will rig up a zipper of clothespins, just to keep you awake.' Aloud I said: "I'll take this string off your balls and put it to better use."

With that I untied that string - I was a bit concerned about the fine nylon string cutting through his skin anyway. Then I put a clothespin on each of his nipples, and gave the pair a slow hard squeeze.

"Aaaaeeee...."

Then I put a zipper row of about 10 pins along each side of his chest and ran the string through them - one end up each side, leaving the middle for me to pull on. Another piece of string ran similarly through about 10 pins going up each thigh, even with the difficulty in pinching up enough skin given how tightly his legs were pulled back. The two pins at the upper end of each were not yet attached. He looked at those warily, while I pulled his balls out a bit, obviously considering where they could go. I squeezed the nipple pins again - harder and longer this time.

"Aaaaa. <gasp> EEEEeeeee...."

"Don't lie to me or it will get much worse. And nothing else will be as much fun as simple clothespins. Your wife deserves to know what you have been doing. Now tell her!"

He sat quietly. He was back to expecting a scene - the deceitful pervert!

"I was coming back from a meeting with a client, and took Hillside Road as a scenic route back into town. I saw your car - it was yours with the bike rack on - coming out from the preserve. It had been raining a bit much for you to be riding in the woods, so I went to parking lot 7 and saw the dry spot where your car had been parked. Who did you meet?"

He paused then said, "it could have been any car parked there."

I could see that he was dealing with mixed emotions, and many thoughts. What did I know that he should have told me? What did I know? Wasn't this supposed to be a hot and perverted interrogation? Well, my patience was not infinite.

I put a pair of clothespins over the two on his nipples - and he gasped as they tightened.

Then I continued: "I drove around the corner to lot 6, and as you know it's even closer by the trails. I found some nice people there. Who were they?"