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BaggedI worked nightshift in Chicago as a doorman and bouncer at a local bar. The nights were usually eventful enough that you noticed a lot of what went on on the streets. One of the local legends was a bag lady named “Mailbox Mary”. Mary was only about five feet tall. She looked to way about ninety pounds. Her age was not easily guessed, as she was so jaded with age and dirt that you couldn’t really make an accurate guess. At first glance, you could guess her as anywhere from 35 to 50. She was that far gone. On each Wednesday, we at the door gathered our money for her nightly visit. She’d order us to give her two dollars cash or else she’d squat and take a shit right there in front of our bar. This was such a gross sight that we usually didn’t even hesitate. I remember the night when a new guy refused her. She did as she promised. She squatted right there and laid a gross turd that was so mean looking, if you gave it gloves, it could have beaten Tyson. This kind of behavior was normal for “Mailbox Mary”. Mary got her nickname from her strange habit of putting all her cash and change she collected each evening into envelopes, and mailing them from one of the local corner mailboxes to a destination unknown. Mary made LOTS of money. It was common for her to walk up to strangers and reach out suddenly to grab his balls. She’d hold his balls in her hand and say, “Now, you cocksucker, gimme a dollar or I’ll twist em off!” No one ever took her seriously. She had the gimmick down pat. She knew she was notorious for her behavior and took advantage of it. People who knew her often just passed her some cash just because it was her. The other local panhandlers never got close to making what she made on the street. She was a deserving legend among them all. After about a year of watching Mary work the streets, I was walking home at about 4am one morning. I’d just got off work at the bar and was making my way to the subway. I heard a sobbing down an alley. Now, an alley in downtown Chicago at 4am is not the place I’d normally go. But as I squinted into the darkness, I recognized the harmless figure of Mailbox Mary there. I hesitated for a moment, then something inside me felt that I should make contact here. I slowly made my way toward her figure there curled in a ball on the ground in the alley. “Mary? Are you okay, hon?” I asked as gingerly as I could. She looked up and was suddenly not crying. “Get the fuck away from me!” Then, just as suddenly, she covered her face and the sobbing continued. “Okay” I sighed. Mary was definitely an insane woman. What could I do? Best to leave now and forget about it. I walked back to the main street. “Wanna get laid?” she suddenly yelped out to me from behind. I halted. I slowly turned. “Ahh, Mary, my girlfriend would kick my ass.” I laughed. “But thank you for the offer.” I had no girlfriend, but she didn’t need to know that. “You think I’m an ugly old hag, don’t you?” she whimpered. “Hell no, Mary. You are a looker. Hell, I’ll bet if you cleaned yourself up, you’d be able to snag any guy on this street.” I lied. Mary just looked up at me. “You know,” she started, “I make enough money that I can get a motel.” Knowing where she was headed with this, I veered her away from it. “That’s cool. You oughta go tonight and use one. This alley is no place for a lady.” She slowly stood up. Suddenly I could see a look in her eyes. This woman was definitely schizophrenic. She had gone from sobbing to romantic to angry in less than one minute. “Listen you little prick!” she started, “I can also afford some other shit. I may just decided to take you there and **** your fucking ass!” I sighed. “Oh Mary. What are we going to do with you?” I said sympathetically. I turned and walked off, forgetting the entire meeting. A week went by. It was the following Saturday night, one week later, that I saw Mary again. I was walking to the subway station, and she was in a different alley. This time she was behind the Rush Street Hotel. It was a flea bag hotel. Rooms were dirt cheap. I figured she probably had a room there tonight and decided to avoid her. I just kept walking. But she yelled out to me. “Hey you!” she yelled. I pretended not to hear her and kept walking. “You! Dammit you! Come here! I have something for you! Don’t ignore me! Please?” she pleaded now. I stopped for a moment and looked down the alley at her. She was all alone, standing next to one of those damned bag lady shopping carts. It was unusually empty. I sighed and slowly moved toward Mary. When I got up close she asked me if I could fix the wheel on the bottom of her cart. It seemed to be loose or something. “Mary, I don’t know anything about carts.” “I’ll give you a dollar. Just do it you little piss ant punk!” she yelped. Man, this woman was whacked. “Well,” I grinned feebly, “since you put it so diplomatically.” I bent over to see which wheel she was talking about. She hovered closer behind me than I liked. I started to turn to her, “Mary, which wheel….?” I never saw it coming. She had some sort of cattle prod. The shock went through me like a lightning bolt. I collapsed from the pain immediately. I was still semi-conscious though. I started to struggle when she zapped me again. I was in too much pain and blurriness to feel any panic yet. But it would set in. The next thing I remember is that I was on the bottom part of the shopping ordu escort cart. Actually, I was IN the bottom part. Somehow, because my 200 pound frame was too much for the little woman to lift, she had jammed me into the bottom of the cart. I was being rolled along the pavement. My legs and arms were cuffed together in a hog tied fashion. My mouth was covered with some kind of tape. I started to make some loud noises. There was nothing in my mouth, just the tape covering it. I realized that if I could yell out loud enough, perhaps someone could help. Then I felt the shocker hit me again and I was out like a light. When I came to all I could hear was “Up! Dammit up! Get the fuck up!!” She was pushing me upwards toward something. “Get up or I’ll shock you again! Up! Up!” I felt her little hands pushing me. I looked around hazily and saw the bed. She was pushing me onto a bed. I was too heavy for her. My legs were shackled and my hands cuffed behind my back. My head turned toward the woman and her profane noises. “Up you fuck! Up or you’ll get it again! Up! Get up there!” I saw the prod next to her foot. I complied and struggled clumsily to the bed. The next thing that happened was very quick. The woman was agile and fast. She somehow managed to get one shackled foot attached to a rope she had ready at the foot of the bed. Then she unshackled my feet. The other foot was immediately tied to the other corner by another rope that was waiting there. Then my neck was put into a collar that had a padlocked leash attached to it. My neck was pulled backwards and the leash was fastened to the head of the bed somewhere. Now my head was back on a pillow at the foot of the bed and couldn’t move. My legs were spread vulnerably. My hands were cuffed behind my back still. If she removed those damned cuffs, I believed I’d have her. Mary pulled out the cattle prod again. I started making begging noises. God, please. Not that again. Please! She set the prod between my legs, dangerously close to my crotch. Then she pulled a rope from the top corner of the bed and managed to squeeze her hands under my backside enough to attach the rope to one of my hands. She did the same with the other hand. Next, she quickly unlocked the cuffs and pulled one rope, attaching my right hand to the top of the bed. My left hand started to flail from behind me. For a split second I thought I was free, when suddenly she knocked me in the forehead hard with the handcuffs. I groaned. Within a few seconds my left wrist was tied to the top of the bed. There I lie, spread eagled. Fastened to the bed and at her mercy. How did this happen? She stood at the foot of the bed. She was so ugly there. She had her hands on her little hips. She was wearing a pair of baggy black pants, an old gray sweat shirt, and a long coat that had hidden all her k**nap paraphanalia from me well. I’d like to say she began giggling, but she didn’t. She cackled. It was the wildest cackle I’d ever heard. She was loving this. I was beginning to feel the panic stage. She slowly began moving toward my face from the foot of the bed, crawling up my helpless body. Cackling the whole way. She took my face and put her eyes about an inch from my own. “You look scared.” she grinned. I could feel her pulling her baggy pants off of herself as she spoke. I felt nauseous. Then I could tell she was removing her panties. Her face never left my own. She seemed to be enjoying the terror in my eyes. Suddenly one hand reached up and ripped the tape from my mouth. The panties were shoved in. I had an immediate gag reflex. No matter. She had the tape back on in less than a second. “Now, sexy. Don’t make a sound while I go clean up some.” She hopped off of me, bottomless, and trotted into the bathroom. I lied there listening to the shower run. She was singing. The panties in my mouth tasted like sweat and months of uncleanliness. I gagged a couple times, but fought the reflex as best I could. I struggled, but to no avail. The rope was too tight. My wrists would definitely have burns tomorrow, if she didn’t murder me. I was so frightened. What was to become of me? I heard the water in the shower stop. She was humming nonchalantly. She didn’t seem to fathom or care what she was doing. This was just a sweet night for her. The fact that she was taking someone else’s life in her own hands against their will was of no consequence. I had been k**napped. I was at her mercy. Yet, she was acting like this was a casual date or something. The door to the bathroom opened and she entered wearing nothing but a large towell. She was so tiny that you could see nothing but her calves from the knees down. Her breasts barely protruded, pushing the white hotel towell outward just a notch. She was carrying something in her left hand. Smiling, she approached my gagged helpless body. I lie there, motionless, waiting for her next move. She was carrying a knife. I began to struggle. “Oh my god!” I thought. What was she up to? Was the knife to cut me or my clothes? I soon found out. She lowered the knife to my neck and smiled. “Feel helpless, little boy?” she grinned. Then she pulled up on my shirt and began cutting hard. Within seconds my shirt was in shreds on the floor next to the bed. She dropped the knife long enough to remove my shoes and socks. Then she smiled even broader. She let the towell drop mersin escort to the floor. Actually, she didn’t look half bad. Cleaned up and completely nude, I was surprised at how her petite body had a shape that you couldn’t see through the bag lady image. Her breasts were small, but shapely. There she stood, completely naked at the foot of the bed. She held the knife in her hand and glared at my crotch. I began to squirm as she put one knee on the bed between my legs and then the other. She started cutting at my jeans from the side of my left ankle. She cut and tore upwards silently. When she got to my hip, she avoided my underwear. I supposed she was making this “stripping” process last as long as possible. By her expression, she seemed to be very amused by it. She worked her way to my right hip, and began cutting downward toward my right ankle. In no time, my jeans were in shreds. She grabbed the uncut portion by the crotch and snatched it away, tossing the now useless jeans to the floor next to my shredded shirt. Slowly, the naked bag lady began concentrating on my underwear covered crotch. She used the flat of the knife to begin stroking my penis through my underwear. She teased and taunted, pushing the blade up through my inner thigh of the underwear, just enough to let me feel the cold metal on my manhood. Then, slowly, enjoying her power over me, she began pulling down on my underwear. Before my penis was in full view, it became slowly erect. I didn’t think this was possible. But sure enough, I felt it begin to lengthen as she stopped teasingly tugging of my underwear. Within seconds, I could feel the head of my penis protruding from the top of my underwear on it’s own. She let out another loud cackle. She was really loving this shit. A second later, without the use of the knife, she tore my underwear off of me. “How’s that, naked little boy?” she laughed. I muffled something back, not knowing why or even what I was saying. She put a finger under my ball sack and began slowly teasing my penis with the knife blade. “Should I cut it off?” I lie motionless, terrorized by her obvious insanity. “Answer me!” I instantly shook my head with a look of panic in my eyes. She giggled. “Why not? Might be fun.” She kept teasing at my penis with the blade. “Nah,” she decided. “I wanna have some fun with it.” To my relief, she flung the knife blade away. Next thing I knew, she had her hands around my shaft and was slowly lowering her mouth onto my penis. A week earlier, if Mailbox Mary had offered me a free blowjob, I would’ve immediately declined. However, she was very good at it. She obviously enjoyed what she was doing to me. She licked and sucked fervently, like a starving man being fed steak. She made slurping sounds and was moaning as if she were the one whose genitals were being pleased by another. I began to squirm a bit, and suddenly she smacked my hip. “Sit still, you little naked fuck!” I froze. Why did she call me little? She was the tiny one here. She sucked me to orgasm. I came with several gushes into her mouth as she swallowed hungrily. She stroked away at me while she licked and suckled. “Good little boy.” she said. “That’s my boy. I love cock. There’s nothing better than cock. I could do this all night. In fact, I probably will.” Her hands began moving up my sides to my chest, her chin left my penis and she began kissing my stomach, slowly working her way up to my face. I could feel her pubic hairs sliding up my body toward my chest. She straddled my chest and looked down at me, both hands around my face, staring into my eyes, enjoying my helplessness. “I’m going to remove the gag, naked little boy. If you yell out I’ll shock your balls every minute for an hour. You want to be shocked again?” I shook my head no. “You gonna behave?” I nodded. With that, she ripped off the tape and pulled out the disgusting gag. It was immediately replaced with her crotch. I could feel her tiny inner thighs squeezing the side of my head. Her hands grasped my hair as she pushed my head into her. “Lick, baby. Lick until I cum and then swallow it all.” I obeyed. She had obviously washed herself out well. She was very clean, and yet very wet with the odor of her womanhood. I thought my tongue would get a long workout, but she was so turned on that she came almost immediately. The cackler wasn’t cackling. She let out a loud orgasmic moan into my mouth so loud that I was certain neighboring rooms had to hear it. She convulsed on my face over and over, yelling for me to lick it all. I sucked, swallowed, and licked as furiously as I could. Finally, she relaxed back onto me. Her head lie on my penis, her crotch still on my neck. She lied there for about five minutes. Slowly she turned over and began to fondle my penis again. She slowly stroked at it, rubbing my balls and kissing it gently. I rose to the occasion almost immediately and she moaned her approval. Within a second, her crotch was in my mouth again, while she began sucking on me once more. In the sixty nine position, she started barking orders. “Lick it, boy! Don’t slack off or I’ll bite it off! Lick me!” She kept licking and sucking as I began my duty for her. I came in no time again. Not with her, but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to like it. After I came she got off of me and went to the bathroom. She came back, stopping malatya escort at the sink for a drink. She put the glass of water next to the bed and slowly straddled my chest again. “I love this, naked little boy. Wanna fuck?” I didn’t answer. “I asked you if you wanna fuck, naked little boy. Answer me.” I began to mutter. “Mary, please let me go…” “NO!” she slapped me in the face. Her hips moved to my groin area and she started rubbing her pubics against me. Incredibly, I was erect again. She slid herself on top of me. She was so tight that I thought I’d blow my wad immediately, but didn’t this time. She rode me hard at her own pace. She went from fast to hard to slow, cherishing every moment. Then, before I did, she came as loudly as before. She convulsed almost angrily, grabbing at my hair and biting at my ear as she orgasmed. When she finished she lay there on top of me again, not removing me from within her. Then she slowly started again after about three minutes. This time she just laid on top of me, moving slowly, her hips moving up and down into me. I squirmed some and she didn’t say anything to me this time. As she moved up and down she began nibbling on my nipples and ear, moving up and down my upper body with her mouth, tasting all of that she could. Then she grabbed me by the back of the head and shoved her tongue down my throat, fucking me slowly, getting more passionate by the minute. Then suddenly she gave me a reminder of who she was by grabbing at my balls while she rode me. “I love this shit!” she cackled like a wicked old witch. “This is fucking great!” Without warning she sat up straight, still fucking me, and sc****d her long untrimmed fingernails down my chest, leaving painful scratch marks that I was surprised didn’t draw blood. I yelled out and she slapped my face for my error. “Shut up!” Without missing a bounce, she suddenly had the tape over my mouth again. I was grateful for no panties in my mouth this time, and laid there while she had her way with me. Suddenly and unexpectedly, I came again inside of her. She felt it and cackled again. However, she didn’t stop. She kept riding me hard. I could see the sweat forming on her head. Somehow, she managed to keep me hard as a rock for a good hour of this. Finally, breathing heavily and feeling weary from her efforts, she lied down beside my helpless body. She caressed my chest for a minute. Her fingers moved their way down to my penis, then to herself. While I lay there, spread eagle, naked, gagged and helpless beside her, she began to masturbate. She just stared at my helpless naked body and masturbated to orgasm. She did this several times. Finally, she reached over me to grab her water and took a sip. She noticed the remote control for the tv and turned it on. She lay there and watched tv for at least an hour, never touching me. I could see her touching herself every now and then, but never me. She was watching a movie. A commercial came on and she turned her attention to me. She pulled a pillow from behind my head and put it on my face. “You know, I could smother you.” I stayed motionless, not daring to respond. “Don’t move, naked little boy.” I couldn’t see anything now. She repositioned herself to lie sideways across my stomach. I felt the water glass on my belly. She balanced it there. “If this water spills, you’ll get it.” she warned. Then she began to slowly stroke my penis. She watched several movies. It went on forever. After the first hour she did remove the water glass, but she never removed the pillow. She simply enjoyed the luxury of the motel room, the cable tv, and the helpless naked man in her bed all at once. She stroked me all night. She’d intermittently stroke, suck, and slowly fuck me, watching tv all along. I kept wondering if she’d ever let me go. I was her toy to play with. I must have came at least ten times that night. Other than early in the night, she never made me eat her out again. She actually seemed to enjoy fondling and sucking me casually as she watched tv more than anything. As I listened, I could tell that it must be afternoon by now. She had k**napped me in the early hours of the morning, after the bar had closed. She was watching soap operas and daytime talk shows. My penis was getting a slow torturous workout of pleasure and pain. Every now and then she’d simply begin lightly tapping my balls, just to keep me awake and watch me squirm in protest. Finally, she let me fall asleep. I dozed off hard. I did wake up enough to feel her loosen one wrist from the bedpost behind me, but paid it no heed. I was worn out and snoring by then. When I awoke shortly after, I realized she had left. I immediately sat up as much as I could. I managed to free my loosened wrist. With that I managed to free the rest of my body from the bed. I pulled off the tape from my mouth, knowing it probably left a mark. The collar and chain from my neck was gone. Mary’s things were gone, including the cuffs, knife, and electric shocker. I saw my shredded clothes on the floor. Next to them was her long coat. I tried it on. It barely fit. I checked my pockets and she hadn’t robbed my ruined pants of any money. It was embarrassing, but I went to the subway dressed as I was. People looked at me funny. Most of my legs were showing and it looked as if I might be naked under the gross coat, which I was. I did have my shoes and socks. I made it home okay. I’ve seen Mary many times since then. She either ignores me or grins. “Gonna have to do it again sometime, baby!” she’d yell from across the street at me. I’d keep walking, pretending I had no idea what she was talking about.

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