I've planted a couple of mental exercises inside this story. Would you or wouldn't you, if faced with a very difficult decision?
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Al Stillman; Robert Allen: "Chances are, 'cause I wear a silly grin, the moment you come into view. Chances are, you think that I'm in love with you."
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The concept of Russian roulette was introduced by a Russian poet and writer in 1840. That story laid out the premise 'Without knowing whether a bullet had been chambered, one gambler offered twenty gold pieces to his fellow gambler, if he would take the weapon and fire it once at his own head.'
A short story in 1937 appears to be the first to call it Russian roulette. That version was fiction about Russians losing hope in World War I. Taking a single bullet out, spinning the cylinder, and attempting suicide. Five out of six chance of exiting the war as a casualty. Much less horrific than suffering death from nerve gas.
The 'game' has since evolved into one where you take a handgun, remove all but one bullet, spin the revolver's cylinder, point the barrel at your own head, and pull the trigger. One in six chance of dying. What a barbaric concept. Yet, even today, more than a few die every year.
Hypothetical question for you. If someone was 'making' you play, and they turned away for a moment, would you point the gun at them and pull the trigger until it fired?
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Leanna Williams is the morning store manager at Boots and Skirts, a very successful boutique store. She's been married to Sam for six years. With no children yet, she has retained her shapely body and collegiate lure. Granted, hitting the gym after work, several times per week, was the real reason. With her good looks and tempting body, she's always had to fend off unwelcome attention. Of course, she's not opposed to the longing looks, so she does dress to impress.
Sam is a middle manager at a start-up research company. The hours aren't bad, although some Saturdays are given up to solidify his position. Once per quarter, he attends planning sessions at the home office. He's currently away for two days and nights. What attracted Leanna to Sam remains a mystery to him. He isn't exceptionally skilled in the bedroom, but Leanna has neither complained nor offered suggestions for improvement.
Opening the driver's side door, of the car she parked next to, Leanna retrieved the key card from the floor mat. Today it was for room two eighteen. Having just looked at herself in her car's rear view mirror, she was pleased with her appearance.
This was not some cheap sleazy hooker's hangout. As a matter of fact, Leanna had her wedding reception here. These were one bedroom suites, with a living room kitchen combo and a separate bedroom. Leanna set her purse and phone on the coffee table, next to Ricky's briefcase. Kicking off her low heel open toe shoes, she padded towards the bedroom.
"Hello" in a cheerful tone, was met with silence.
Turning into the bedroom, Leanna gasped. A very frightened Ricky was standing on a chair.
Ricky Chambers is a physical therapist in a strip mall office, three doors down from Boots and Skirts. He's been married to Crystal for four years. No children in his household, although Crystal has recently stopped taking her birth control pills. Sometime soon she should be fertile. He's twenty seven years old compared to Leanna's thirty. He teases Leanna about being a cougar.
He's no stranger to this hotel either. Although a few years between events, Ricky's wedding reception was also held here. The lovers had many other things in common. Father John Paul presided over each of their weddings. Ricky isn't much of a church-goer, but Leanne attends mass weekly. The priest is a tall lanky soft spoken man.
Today was their fourth time getting together here. Tonight wasn't turning out quite like they had planned.
Why did Leanna gasp? Ricky was naked, spare the cheap disposable diaper he was wearing. His hands were restrained behind his back. A ball gag prevented him from talking. But, the real reason for the gasp, was the noose around Ricky's neck, with a rope through a fastener loop quite recently installed into the ceiling. The rope was simply dangling from the loop. Ricky could jump down and try to escape, but had been warned that the consequences of that was certain death.
When Ricky's eyes opened as wide as possible, looking behind Leanna, she turned to see short heavy set man. He was wearing a hood and had something near his mouth. Before she could react, Leanne felt a sharp pain in her neck. Although she quickly pulled the dart out, it was too late. Seconds later she slumped to the floor.
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The hooded man stripped Leanna, without touching her sexually. He had taken a vow and steadfastly honored his vows. Once she was naked, he put a disposable diaper on her. He easily fought off the temptation to fondle Leanna's tits, considering her to be diseased. Securing her hands behind her, and a ball gag to quiet her, he noticed Leanna was stirring as the tranquilizer began wearing off.
Now that he had installed another fastener loop, this time near the kitchen area, he propped Leanna in the chair. The female noose slid over Leanne's head and down to her neck. With the end of the rope through the loop, the hooded man waited while Leanna shook the shock from her pleading eyes.
A voice Leanna did not recognize spoke "Welcome back Mrs. Williams. Time for you to stand on your chair."
The hooded man pulled on the rope, drawing the noose taut against Leanna's neck. Leanna stood quickly, with her twin towers excited at this kinky situation.
With Ricky in the bedroom, and Leanna in the kitchen area, they couldn't see each other. The muzzles in their mouths prevented all but cavemen grunts.
The hooded man stood where both could see him.
"Soon I'm going to blindfold you and connect your noose ropes together."
He paused, letting that sink in. Time to give them a choice.
"You can save yourself by being the first to jump down. HOWEVER, the person at the other end of the rope will die. Once you've pulled on your rope, they'll be lifted off of their feet. I've installed a device, similar to a zip tie, which prevents the rope from reversing direction."
The sounds of whimpering came from both directions.
"So, as long as neither of you steps off of the chair, you'll both live to see the morning sun. Of course, one of you could slip while trying to escape and accidentally fall off of the chair. Curtains for your lover if that happens. Add in the possibility of one of you falling asleep and tumbling off, and well, turn out your lover's lights."
