Chapter 11
SCARED SHIT!
It was way after eleven a.m. when Dan got into the office next morning. He had given Beverly a fast nod when he came in, then flopping back on his chair he thought, wow! Sex is a wonderful thing, but when you have to go into work the next morning, then it's hell.
Glancing down at the newspaper that he had hurriedly picked up at the newsstand downstairs, his eyes came to rest on the headlines: 'Ripper Killer Captured in Fierce Duel with Police.'
Anxiously opening the paper, he read how one of the newspaper's top crime reporters had cracked the case by posing as a decoy and getting himself stabbed when finding out the killer's identity. When the suspect was finally apprehended by a fierce struggle with the police, a search of the premises revealed the murder weapon; a carefully wrapped blood stained surgical knife plus newspaper clippings of all the murders.
When taken to the police station in a straight jacket, the suspect broke down and admitted to all the crimes. Further investigation revealed the suspect to have been a former inmate of a mental institution-continued in center section with on-the-scene photos.
"Damn these papers," Dan muttered, "with their legal jargon and pussy-footing around-" Thumbing through the paper, he was shocked when he saw the pictures. Suddenly, the intercom rang.
"A Mr. Regis on the phone for you, sir."
"Ah shit." Throwing down the newspaper on the desk, Dan spent the next twenty minutes speaking to a man he considered to be one of the biggest bores he had ever met.
"Okay, Charlie," he laughed in a phony friendly tone. "The first chance I get, we'll have lunch together. Good-bye."
Damn boring pain in the ass, he thought to himself as he once again picked up the paper and looked at the photographs. So, it was the hunchback that took care of the place where Crazy Jack had lived. When will these do-gooders finally learn that once they get one of these nuts behind bars, not to turn them loose again on society, he thought, as he stared down at the pictures.
"I hope I'm not interrupting your daydream."
Startled, Dan looked up into the dominating eyes of Betty. There she stood with her arms folded, glaring down at him as though his ass had belonged to her. Dan's saliva caught in his throat at the vision of sex and power that stood before him.
Her huge breasts practically bursting through her bright yellow sweater, that wasp-like waist, and those wide hips that rested on two powerful well built legs, capable of crushing a man into unconsciousness in seconds.
"Meet me outside by the back staircase right now before your receptionist gets back from lunch," she commanded.
Before Dan could answer, she turned and walked out.
"Of all the goddamn nerve," he yelled half aloud as he jumped up from his chair. "Who the hell does she think she is, barging into my office and giving me orders like I was her slave."
Despite Dan's protests, he knew that he would have to follow her outside, even if only to have another look at that magnificent body.
As he approached the back stairs, a seldom used emergency exit, he saw her standing there with a disapproving look on her face.
"What the hell took you so long, jerk?"
"Jerk! That did it. Look, you slut," Dan angrily pointed his finger at her, "I don't want you ever coming around here again or...." That's as far as he got, as she had seized his pointing finger in her hand and began bending it backwards.
"Stop! You're breaking it," he pleaded.
Still holding his imprisoned finger in her right hand, she pushed open the fire exit door with her left hand and led him down the steps to the next floor.
Releasing his painful twisted finger, she put her hands on those large hips of hers and said, "Would you like to repeat what you said?"
Dan, holding his injured finger in his other hand, didn't have to answer. She could tell by his expression that she now had him under control.
"I haven't had a chance to get in touch with you sooner," she said, "as I have been very busy these past two weeks preparing for our marriage."
"Marriage!" Dan shouted, emerging from his trance-like state.
"Yes," she calmly blurted out, "but that's..."
"That's enough of a reason," she cut in. "Now come here."
Before he could say anything else, she grabbed him by his belt with her right hand, pulling his stomach toward her while her left hand forced his chin backward in the opposite direction. Then, swinging his struggling body sideways, she easily lowered him across her big lap as she quickly sat down on the hallway steps, locking her left arm around Dan's neck to keep him from wriggling off her lap.
She quickly unzipped his pants with her right hand, then grabbing him firmly by the balls, she looked down at him. The color in Dan's cheeks faded, as he realized to his horror that once again he had become her prisoner.
"Now I'm going to teach you a little lesson, Danny boy, for being disobedient." Still gripping him around the neck with her left arm, she brought his head up and started kissing him with heavy moist kisses.
Then, forcing open his mouth with her large sensual lips, she locked her tongue around his, and then releasing her hold on his imprisoned balls, quickly grabbed him by his nervous penis and started masturbating him. The intoxicating smell of her perfume, plus the soul kissing and expert manipulation of his cock, caused Dan to spin dizzily as he lay helplessly across her big lap.
His penis was now standing up like a hickory stick, and the way it began to throb, he knew that at any moment the next twist of her wrist would make him go off like a cannon.
At the same time, he thought as he heard voices in the corridor, if anyone opens the door now, my job and business future would be over and I would never be able to live it down. But he had no control over what was happening to him, as he lay there helplessly with her in full command.
Besides, at this point, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. As her tempo quickened, he knew that at any minute he would whitewash the walls with his sperm.
Suddenly, she stopped, leaned over and grabbed his throbbing cock in her mouth and with her tongue began to suck with a different rhythm that kept him from coming. His balls felt like balloons that were blown up and ready to burst. Bells began to ring in his ears; the pain and the ecstasy were too much for any mortal man to bear.
"Let me come," he shouted. "I can't stand it any more!"
Ignoring his outcry, she increased the hold that she had around his neck and continued to suck wildly away at her helpless victim's exposed organ.
"Let me come, you bitch, I can't stand the pain!" he shouted, completely forgetting about the possibility of being overheard by anyone in the outside corridor.
She gave him at least another dozen sucks, then suddenly letting go of his neck and cock at the same time, she quickly got up, dropping Dan onto the dirty stone staircase floor.
"You can't leave me like this!" he shouted, as he picked himself up from the floor. "You have my balls all tied up in a knot. The pain is killing me."
"That's just what it's supposed to do," she answered coldly. "Part is for punishment, the other is to make sure that you show up for our date tonight, then I'll release it for you."
"No, please don't leave me like this," he begged, as he followed her dog-like up the steps with his cock still hanging out of his open pants.
"Here's my address," she said, as she shoved it into his pocket. "Nine p.m. sharp," she ordered, as she glared hard into his frightened eyes. "Yes, you'll make a fine husband for me," she said as she watched him trembling with the pain she had given him.
Before he could say anything else, she swung open the door to the main hall and left him. "Oh no, you can't leave me like this," he started to shout, as he opened the door only to see his boss and Beverly coming out of the elevator together.
Quickly, he closed the door and prayed that they didn't see him. Oh my god, he thought, the pain, oh, the pain! He tried to jerk off, but the bitch did something to him. Three dozen strokes and still he couldn't come. Maybe a fast piss would relieve him. He tried, but nothing happened.
"Did you see Mr. Daley?" he heard Beverly's voice outside the door and knew that at any moment she may open it, so he opened the door just enough to get his head out and whispered, "It's okay, Bev, I'll be with you in a minute."
"Mr. Fletcher is looking for you, Dan."
"Okay, in a minute," he repeated himself.
The idea of his boss Fletcher looking for him got his hard-on down fast, but the pain cut through his groin like a bayonet. He's probably blowing his top because I was out so long, he thought, as he raced into his office almost running head on into Mr. Fletcher. I'd better beat the old bastard to the punch, he thought, before he gets the idea that he has something on me.
"Oh, Mr. Fletcher! I had to go down to the drug store and get something to keep me from throwing up. I felt nauseous. I shouldn't have come in today, but I knew that you needed me to make up the payroll. Oh, my head and stomach are killing me."
Mr. Fletcher eyed him coolly, then clearing Ids voice said, "Look, Dan, if you feel that bad, why don't you go home and George can do the payroll."
"Oh, that's all right, Mr. Fletcher, the pills that I took at the drug store will straighten me out in a few minutes. Thank you very much for your concern, sir."
"That's perfectly all right, Dan, and I meant what I said. If you don't feel better, let George make up the payroll and you go home."
Dan smiled and Mr. Fletcher walked out, closing the door behind him.
"Whew!" he sighed. I sure conned that old bastard, he thought to himself. Can you imagine that phony act of concern that he showed! Let George do it, you can go home now. There's nothing he would like better than to get rid of me permanently because of what I have on him.
But the old cunt-lapper is shrewd enough to know that before he can do that, he would have to have something equally as strong on me, otherwise he knows that I would expose him and cause one hell of a scandal.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a sharp pain that nearly buckled him up as it ran through his groin. "That rotten bitch, doing a thing like this to me," he said aloud, "and the gall of her coming here to do it, then telling me to see her this evening to discuss our marriage plans. The only plan we will discuss is her hospitalization plan before I smash her skull in. She's not getting away with this one," he promised himself. "However, first things first."
Dan knew that unless he got rid of that load that was jammed up in his nuts, he would be in continual agony. Walking out of his office, he headed straight for Beverly's desk.
"Bev, I have a favor to ask of you."
Looking up at Dan's pain-ridden face, she quickly asked, "What's the matter, Dan? Don't you feel well?"
"That's what I want to talk to you about, Bev."
"Has it anything to do with that conversation that you had with Mr. Fletcher?"
"No, nothing like that," he quickly answered. "By the way, is he still around?"
"No, he left right after he spoke to you."
"Good," Dan answered. "Look, Bev, this is important. I can't explain it out here. Tell Doris that I said she's to take over your desk while you're in my office doing a special assignment for me. You won't need your pad for this."
Five painful minutes later Beverly came in closing the door behind her. "Now what's up, Dan?"
"I am." He gave her a nervous smile.
"I thought that we agreed not to play around in the office," Beverly said.
"Yes, that still goes, but, well, I can't go into the whole story now, it's too involved. But I've got a frozen cock and the pain is killing me."
"A frozen cock?" she looked at him, not quite understanding the unfamiliar expression.
"Well, it's really very simple," Dan nervously smiled, not daring to tell her the truth. "I was thinking of you and I had this terrific hard-on when suddenly one of the stock clerks walked in and, well the scum jammed into my nuts and I can't get rid of it by myself. And the pain is killing me."
"Oh, you poor boy. Suffering because of me.
"Well, yes," he lied, as he again nervously smiled at her.
"What do you want me to do, darling?"
The very words Dan wanted to hear. Quickly walking over and locking the door, he pulled his painful cock out of his pants, then sitting down in his leather swivel chair said, "Here, baby, suck it like it's never been sucked before."
And that's just what Beverly did, as she knelt between his outstretched legs and gobbled away at his cock, while manipulating his balls at the same time.
Once again, Dan felt his cock beginning to come alive. The sensation of having Beverly's lips and tongue working on his cock was electrifying. He dug his fingers deep into the arms of the chair and his ass automatically began to rock to her rhythm. Seeing this, she knew that he was about to come and quickly increased her speed.
He yelled as he shot that knotted up load into her waiting mouth. Wanting to make sure that his balls were completely empty, she continued to suck and he continued to come, until he had to yell for her to stop.
She swallowed his sperm as though it were an egg cream, seemingly enjoying it as she watched Dan slump into his chair. Getting up, she carefully put his limp cock back into his pants and zipped it up for him. Seeing that he was in no condition for conversation, she unlocked the door and walked out.
The big clock on the Fletcher Building struck five and a minute later the sounds of many voices and feet echoed throughout the corridors of the huge building as the mad rush of human cargo pushed its way toward the elevators while the heartier ones took to the stairs to avoid the crowds. Another work day had come to an end, while upstairs Dan lay blissfully asleep in his chair.
"Wake up, sleepy head," said Beverly as she gently shook his shoulder.
"Oh, . Bev. I must have dozed off," he yawned as he stretched his arms over his head. "What time is it?"
"Two minutes after five," she answered without batting an eye.
"What!" Dan jumped up from his seat looking at his watch in disbelief. "Oh no!" he almost shouted. "Why did you let me sleep so long? How am I ever going to get that damn payroll made up now?"
"Take it easy, honey," she answered. "I told George Abbott that Mr. Fletcher said that he should make up the payroll because you had taken ill."
"And what about all my appointments?"
"I switched them over to Sid and Carl, giving them the same story as I did George, so you're completely covered and as far as anyone knows, you had taken Mr. Fletcher's suggestion and left hours ago."
Dan's eyes lit up. "Bev, you're priceless. Is anyone around?"
"No. Everyone has cleared out but old faithful."
Putting his arms on her shoulders, Dan said, "Baby, I'm going to get you the biggest box of candy in town."
"Never mind that, sweets," she smiled, looking down at his cock. "Just bring me your pecker this evening. That little thing that I did for you before got me so excited I've been rubbing my thighs together for the past four hours."
Dan thought quickly. "Look, baby, we have to pass up this evening. I have some very important business to attend to and I don't know when I'll be able to break away." Seeing the disappointed look on her face, he quickly said, "Ah, come on, baby. I'll make it up to you tomorrow. We'll go out and really paint the town red."
Putting a quick smile on her face, she looked up and said, "Okay, Dan. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a wet blanket."
"Not you, baby, not in a hundred years. But if I want to keep my appointment, I'd better get the hell out of here fast before I wind up on the couch with you," he smiled as he threw her a kiss and ran out.
Once outside the building, he removed Betty's address from his pocket and studied it carefully. This bitch, he thought to himself, twice she had physically demoralized him. The first time she had unexpectedly knead him in the nuts, then had taken full advantage of his weakened condition. The second time she again had unexpectedly grabbed and nearly broken his finger off, again physically weakening him and taking full advantage of the situation.
Well, this time things will be different. I'll beat her to the punch before she can pull any of her sneaky tricks on me. And just to make sure there are no foul ups, I'll pick up a few gimmicks and get to her place way before nine and catch her completely off guard. Then I'll give that Amazon bitch a beating that she'll never forget.
Dan's first stop was to Broadway and 42nd Street where he bought a billy club, then a visit to a nearby drug store where he purchased a roll of two inch wide adhesive tape. Hading a cab on the corner, he was at Betty's place in five minutes.
With her address in his hand, Dan tiptoed up the stairs looking for apartment 3D on the third floor. As luck would have it, the door was slightly open, a common practice in that type of building during the warm summer months.
Hearing the water running made his heart leap. Perfect, he thought. I'm hours early and it sounds like she's taking a shower. Quietly walking in, he silently closed the door behind him. It was a typical one and a half room apartment with an oversized bed in the middle of the room, a kitchenette, and a few pieces of furniture strategically placed to make the room look larger. Against one of the walls were three huge cabinets with padlocks on them.
Suddenly, he heard the water stop and knew that in another minute she would be coming out. Quickly removing the club from the bag that he had been carrying it in, he hid behind the bathroom door, nervously waiting for her to come out.
After what seemed to him an eternity, she finally came walking out past him wrapped in a large turkish towel. He raised the billy club and started to swing for her head. Unfortunately, in his nervous haste he did not notice the full length mirror in the middle of the room.
Before the club could find its mark, she whirled like a tigress and blocked it with her left forearm, then grabbing Dan by his right elbow with her right hand and clutching his right wrist in her left hand, she began twisting his arm backward like a pretzel.
"Drop it, you bastard," she yelled at the half bent backwards Dan, who was vainly struggling to free his twisted arm. "Drop it or I'll break it off!" she yelled as she increased the pressure.
Dan let out a scream and dropped it like a hot rivet. Kicking it across the room, she said, "This isn't what I had in mind for this evening, but now you're going to get a beating that you'll never forget!"
The towel had dropped from her body and it was quite a sight. A full clothed man being held like that by a nude girl. Still maintaining her grip on his twisted arm, she lowered him over backwards onto the floor at the same time sinking her big knee into his groin, as she came down full weight on top of him. Dan gave a sickening grunt, then lost consciousness.
When he came to, he found himself on his stomach stretched across the kitchen table completely nude. His hands and feet were securely bound to the legs of the table.
Spread across his mouth was the same adhesive tape that he had intended to use on her. She was standing in front of him with her bush almost in his face.
"I was waiting until you awoke. After all, I don't want you to miss anything because this is going to leave quite an impression on you." She smiled sadistically at him as she brought forth a two inch thick black leather belt.
Fear gripped Dan's guts as he vainly struggled to free himself from the cords that held him pasted to the table.
"Now I'm going to teach you a lesson for trying to hit me with that club," she said as she stepped behind him.
A second later he felt the agonizing pain of leather meeting flesh. Again and again she brought that thick heavy leather belt down on Dan's naked ass until he lost count. If his mouth wasn't taped, everyone in the building would have heard his screams.
Finally, she stopped and said, "Okay, rainbow ass, now we put the candle in the cake."
Bending down, she picked the billy club up from the floor and forced it half way up into Dan's black and blue ass. The pain was so severe that he almost passed out again.
After lying there in agony for hours, while she busied herself with other things, she finally came over to him. "Well, lover, it's now nine o'clock and time for our date. You rested long enough." She sneered as she untied him and pulled the billy club out of his torn ass-hole, letting it drop to the floor as she walked toward the bed.
Slowly and painfully Dan pulled himself off the table, then removing the tape from his mouth he quickly bent down and grabbed the billy club. With it in his hand once more, his confidence returned. .
"I'll kill you now!" he yelled, as he charged her with the club, waving it menacingly over his head.
Betty easily side-stepped his wild charge, and leaped upon his back, throwing her arms tightly around his neck and forcing his head upward while wrapping those large powerful legs around his waist. She quickly brought him down backwards on the bed, those big powerful legs circling his waist like a serpent, crushing the very breath out of him while her left forearm dug into his throat and her right arm held his right arm locked at the elbow.
He thrashed about the bed for two or three minutes then gave a final quiver and stopped. Now she knew that his energy was spent and she was the master.
"Okay, tough guy, are you going to behave yourself now and do as I say, or do you want some more squeezing?"
She relaxed her hold on his neck and in a strained whispered voice he said, "Yes! Whatever you say. Just let me go. I can't breathe."
She unwound her legs from his waist and released her hold on the upper part of his body. He lay there limp.
She got up, stared hard at him for a minute then said, "Okay, you got your wind back, get up!"
Dan's eyes met her gaze and he knew that she wasn't kidding. Slowly, he dragged himself up to a sitting position, then in a whispered tone of voice asked, "What do you want me to do?"
She sneered down triumphantly at him, then sitting down in a chair she said, "Come here!" Dan hesitatingly approached her. "Get down on your knees!" she ordered. He looked at her, but before he could say anything she yelled, "Get down on your knees, bastard, or I'll break your neck!"
He quickly obeyed. Once she had him down on his knees facing her, she grabbed his head and at the same time spread open her huge legs and shoved his face into her cunt.
"Now suck!" she said, "or so help me I'll break your neck."
Dan now had the picture and he knew just what she wanted him to do, although this wasn't his cup of tea. He knew that this Amazon could easily break his neck and would if he would refuse her now. So, he began to suck away for all he was worth. She moaned and dug her nails into the arms of the chair.
"Faster, faster," she yelled, the he gave out a yelp as she erupted in his face.
Dan, withdrawing his head, restroom, d al her lying back on the chair with an angelic look of contentment on her face. The dirty bitch, he thought to himself, now's the time to get her while she's weak.
Reaching out with both hands, he bent over and grabbed her by her throat. Grabbing him by the elbow, she leaned backwards and jamming her foot into his stomach, lifted him up into the air on her huge leg like a rag doll and tossed him over her head onto the floor.
Before he could figure out what had happened, she was on top of him. Pinning his arms above his head with her large knee caps, digging painfully into his wrists, and her hairy cunt laying on his nose and mouth, choking off his breath.
"You don't learn easy, do you, you stupid bastard!"
Now she was going to make sure that he got the message. She was going to give him the full treatment, to really humiliate him and completely strip him of his manly ego once and for all.
Lifting her hairy cunt a few inches off his face, he started to gasp for air. Then taking a deep breath, she began to piss into his mouth and face. His eyes bulged in horror and disbelief. He tried to twist his head out of the way, but she moved with the squirming of his head, completely saturating every area with her stream of piss.
Still holding him down, she gagged as he coughed and gagged underneath her. "Too bad I don't have to take a shit," she said. "In fact, maybe I'll...."
"No! No! Please, for god's sake. I had enough. Let me up," his muffled voice pleaded.
Betty smiled to herself as she sat on top of him enjoying his helplessness and humiliation. She knew that his spirit had finally been crushed and that he was now hers to completely do whatever she wanted with him or to him.
"Okay," she said as she deliberately got up slowly from him. "Any more resistance or tricks like you pulled before and I'll shove your head into the toilet and make you eat shit. You understand?"
He nodded in agreement, painfully pulling himself up. His arms were numb from the weight of her knees and for a moment he feared that they had been broken. Slowly, the numbness left and he felt nauseous.
Stumbling toward the sink, he started splashing water on his piss-soaked face. As he reached for a towel and started to dry himself, his only thought now was to escape from the clutches of this Amazon. Picking up his clothes, Dan started dressing. Betty watched him out of the corner of her eye as she busied herself straightening out the furniture.
"Well, good-night," he said as he started unlocking the door.
Walking calmly behind him she said, "Do you think it's wise of you to leave with that sprained back of yours?"
"What sprained back?" Dan asked.
"This one!" she said, bringing up her big knee into the small of his back with such force that he hit the door like a handball, then bounced backwards landing on the floor.
Again, she was on top of him with her big knees pinning his arms down helplessly over his head and her hairy pussy resting on his nose and mouth.
"Do you want me to piss on you again?"
"No, please don't," Dan's muffled voice begged from underneath her hairy cunt.
"Okay. Your lesson in instant obedience now begins." Lifting her cunt slightly off his face, she issued her first command. "Suck!" Dan hesitated. "Suck or I'll shit all over you and make you eat it!" Dan's tongue quickly began its work. "Faster, you bastard!" she ordered. And faster he went.
He had always heard that there were sixty-nine positions in making love. She put him through all sixty-nine, plus a few of her own. As he lay on the floor half dead from exhaustion, she sat on the edge of the bed victoriously looking down at her new-found slave.
"Now that I have you properly trained, you're going to make a very good husband. Right?" she asked.
Dan didn't answer. "Right?" she repeated, as she jumped up and placed her foot lightly on his windpipe.
"Yes," he gulped.
"When I speak to you, answer immediately, understand?"
"Yes," he shook his head in fear as she glared down threateningly at him.
"That's better. Now tomorrow we must get that suit of yours pressed before we can go to the preacher. Get up!" she ordered.
Dan, grabbing hold of the side of the bed began pulling himself up.
"Now, take off your clothes and put them on the chair," she ordered as she got up and went into the toilet.
Dan, seeing his chance, made a run for the door, unlocked it as fast as he could and ran out into the hall. Betty, hearing him unlocking the door, jumped up from the bowl and raced after him stark naked. He was already down to the second floor when she grabbed him by the back of his neck from behind with her left hand while her right hand slipped in between the back of his struggling legs and grabbed him firmly by the balls.
A look of helpless horror crossed Dan's face as he realized that she held his very life in the palm of her hand. Digging her fingers into his neck, she turned him quickly around and ran him up the steps to her apartment. Then, lucking shut the door with her foot, she marched him into the toilet. Then, still maintaining her grip on his balls from behind, she gave them a slight squeeze with just enough pressure to bring him down to his knees in front of the toilet bowl and quickly releasing her hold on his balls, she grabbed his right arm with her right hand and forced it up painfully behind his back while her left hand forced his head into the toilet.
"You were warned what would happen if you misbehaved again," she yelled. "Now eat that shit!"
"No!" Dan yelled.
Betty increased the pressure on his arm while her fingers dug deeply into the back of his neck. "Eat," she yelled as she forced his head into the bowl. She pulled his head up for air. "Now down you go again. I want you to lick that bowl clean."
Fifteen minutes later, Dan mechanically dragged himself out of the toilet. Betty, looking him over said, "Now I'll have to get that damn suit of yours dry cleaned. It's covered with shit."
Producing a large plastic bag, she said, "Take off your clothes and put them into this."
Dan meekly obeyed as he watched her tie the end of the bag into a knot, then going into the bathroom, she threw it into the hamper. Coming out of the bathroom, she walked over to Dan and gave him a hard slap right across the face, then grabbing him by his balls, she pulled him towards her and glaring angrily into his fear-filled eyes yelled, "If you ever pull anything like that again, I'll jar you, understand?"
"What do you mean by jar?" his trembling voice asked.
"That's something you're better off not knowing. Now, get the hell in there and take a shower. I can't stand the smell of shit, even if it's my own, and for christ sake, towel wipe some of that shit off your face."
Dan obediently turned and headed for the shower. She had kept him a prisoner in her apartment for four days, raping him at will and forcing him to do perversions that he had never dreamed existed.
It was on his second day that she had almost torn his arm out of his socket, when she had to force him to phone Ids office and say that he would not be in for a few days because his uncle had died and he had to go back home to make the necessary arrangements.
This clever stunt assured her that no one would be looking for him. Also, a small lock placed on the dial of the phone ruled out any chance of a call being made without her knowledge.
When Betty had to go out, she would lock him in the toilet, bound hand and foot on the toilet seat, with a gag in his mouth until she returned.
Dan's thoughts of escape seemed hopeless. She would have made a wonderful guard in a concentration camp, he thought. Finally, on the fifth day his chance unexpectedly came. Someone had stuck a pin in her doorbell downstairs and she became so furious that she didn't take the precaution of tying him up.
"Those damn kids," she yelled as she hurled the door open and ran out of the apartment.
Dan, seeing his chance, quickly got his naked body into a pair of her slacks, which were a mile too large for him, then grabbing one of the cords that she used to bind him with, tied it tightly around his waist to keep them from falling down.
Hearing the bell stop, he knew that the second she realized her mistake, she would be back upstairs like a flash. Desperately, Dan pulled up the fire escape window and started running down as fast as his thin legs would carry him.
It was a good seven foot drop to the street and Dan didn't hesitate. A possible broken ankle would be nothing compared to the beating she would give him if she ever got hold of him, he thought, as he started to run with every ounce of strength he had.
He had covered a good six blocks before he felt his wind giving out. If only he could spot a cab, he thought. You can never get those damn cabs when you want them.
Turning around to look back, his heart nearly stopped. Coming at him like a locomotive was Betty not more than fifty feet away. "Oh my god!" he gasped as he started to run.
Looking over his shoulder, frightened half to death, he could see those big powerful legs rapidly closing in on him. She was only about twenty-five feet away from him now, and he knew that she would have him in another minute.
Seeing an open junk truck coming down the street and with her no more than eight feet away, he made a desperate leap for it as Betty grabbed for his legs and managed to pull his shoes off.
As he clung to a heavy radiator for dear life, lying on his stomach, shoeless, he looked back at the Amazon who was holding, his shoes, and thanked god that it wasn't him that she was holding.