“You’re lucky I had this lying around,” Nancy said, returning to the living room with a bedpan from her bedroom closet. “About two months ago, a friend of mine who happens to be a nurse came here immediately after her shift in the hospital and slept over at my insistence, because I learned her boyfriend had been beating her. She brought the bedpan–I don’t know for sure why, maybe to fight back and hit him with later when she went back to her apartment with him. Anyway, when she left, after learning he’d been hospitalized because of a drunk-driving accident, she forgot to take the bedpan with her. I guess she figured she didn’t need it as a weapon anymore, because while he was recovering in hospital from two broken legs, she moved out and left town.”
Nancy slid the bedpan between Eddie’s legs and under his ass. “This is so stupid,” her brother said as he felt the stainless steel of the bedpan rub uncomfortably against his ass and legs, which just added to his discomfort from being tied up to her sofa. “I don’t have the right to use the bathroom and pee in private, do I?”
“You’re a rapist, Eddie,” she said, unzipping his pants and wincing in disgust. “You don’t deserve to have rights.” She gritted her teeth as she pulled his dick out of his open fly so he could pee in the bedpan. “Oh, this is so gross!”
“If you’d just untie me–“
“I’m not untying, tying, untying, and tying you up, again and again, for every little thing. Besides, if I untie you now, the way you’re acting, you’ll never consent to being tied up again, and that will raise the risk of the Sirens luring you out again to be killed.”
“You’re damned right I won’t consent to being tied up again!”
“And that’s why I’m not untying you, no matter how disgusting this is for me. Now, hurry up and piss. Get it over with!” She ran out of the living room to wash her hands. After that awful dream of experiencing Serena’s gang rape, the last thing I needed was to come close to my brother’s dick.
Eddie groaned in relief as he let it out. “Hey, I’m spraying some on my pants!”
“Not my problem, rapist,” she called from the bathroom. “This is all part of your bad karma.”
After a minute, he called out. “OK, I’m done.”
She came back into the living room and winced as she took away the bedpan. “I’ll be right back.”
“You realize that if you keep me tied up like this, you’re gonna have to do everything for me.”
“No, not everything,” she called out from the bathroom as she cleaned out the bedpan.
“Well, I can’t do anything for myself.”
“Then some things won’t get done,” she said as she returned.
“I need to be cleaned up. I need my dick put back in my pants.”
“No, you don’t, rapist.”
“What?!” Eddie yelled.
“You can stay like that,” Nancy said, always looking away from his open fly. “As disgusting as it is, I think it’s fitting for you to be stuck like that. It’ll remind you of your shame. I won’t let Serena use her magic to lure you away and kill you, but I will see to it that you’re punished in at least some way.”
“How long am I gonna have to stay like this?”
“Not too long, I imagine. When Serena realizes that she can’t lure you away with her Sirens, and that I refuse to untie you, no matter what disturbing things she exposes me to, she’ll have to come here if she wants to get her revenge on you for helping your friends gang rape her.”
“And what if you can’t fight this…witch?”
“My ace in the hole is that Deanna woman, who said she’d use magic of her own to keep Serena from killing you.”
“That isn’t very reassuring, Nancy.”
The doorbell rang.
“Maybe that’s her,” Nancy said as she began walking over to the door. “This might be over with sooner than you think.”
“So, you’re gonna let whoever that is see my dick hanging out?” Eddie asked with a frown of embarrassment.
“You had no problem letting Serena see it, asshole rapist,” Nancy said as she slowly turned the doorknob. “If this is her, she won’t see anything new. Where’s that singing coming from?”
Nancy opened the door.
No one was there.
“What the hell?” she said, then closed and locked the door and turned her head to see Eddie.
A blurry fog floated in front of her and Eddie’s eyes, a dizzying feeling, then it disappeared. His eyes were closed, as if in a dream, and his mouth was wide open in a grin.
He also had an erection pointing up at about a sixty-degree angle from the floor. He was grinding as if he were screwing a woman on top of him in the cowgirl position.
“Eww,” she said, wincing and looking away. The Sirens are back, obviously, she thought. Did one of my neighbours buy a new record? Is that what those vocal harmonies are?
He could feel six hands caressing his cheeks, head, arms, and chest. He felt a woman’s moist vaginal walls hugging his erection, going up and down on it. Fingers played with his hair and went inside his shirt, tickling his nipples. He opened his eyes and saw the blonde Siren riding him, while the brunette was on his left, and the redhead was on his right. As they continued caressing and stroking him, they took turns giving him pecks on the lips and cheeks. He heard their singing in his ears.
“Try to squirm out of the rope, honey,” the brunette said between kisses…and singing.
“I can’t,” he said between moans. “Nancy tied it…too tightly. Oh!“
“If you free yourself, I’ll give you a blowjob,” the redhead purred between pecks on his right cheek…and singing.
“I’d love to, but I told you,” he sighed, “I can’t get myself…out of this. Ah!“
“They aren’t real, Eddie,” Nancy said. “Don’t listen to them!” She went over to slap him out of it.
Just when she was raising her hand for the first slap, a loud pounding of fists was heard on the door.
“Holy shit!” she said with a jerk. “That scared me. Who is it?” Is it Serena? she wondered.
“Please, help me!” a woman’s voice screamed from out in the hallway. “My husband is after me. He’s gonna kill me!”
Nancy ran into the kitchen and got a knife, then ran to the door. If it’s Serena, I’ll still stab her, she thought. I wish my neighbour would turn the music down. She unlocked and opened the door.
Instead of seeing a woman, she saw a big, angry man barging in.
“Where is that bitch?” he shouted, shoving Nancy aside. “Who are you? Are you hiding her?”
“Who am I…who are you?” she shouted at him. “Get out of here, before I–” She raised the knife, but he pushed her to the floor. Then he looked over at Eddie.
“Oh, I see,” the man growled. “That guy over there’s fucking my wife. I’ll take care of him!” He stomped over to Eddie, who was still enjoying the charms of the Sirens and took no note of him.
Nancy got up and ran at the big man with the knife raised up high.
“Don’t you hurt my brother!” she shouted, making the man look back at her. She slashed the knife in the air to warn him. “You hurt him, and I’ll–“
“You’ll what?” he growled at her. “He’s fucking my wife!”
“What are you talking about? He isn’t fucking anybody! No woman is there, you moron…wait, is this another of Serena’s tricks?”
“Serena’s my wife’s name!” he shouted, then looked back at Eddie. “You are fucking her!” The man grabbed Eddie’s head. He pressed his hands on it as if he was about to crush it.
“What will I do?” Nancy shouted, slashing with the knife again. “Serena or not, I’ll do this!” She lunged at the man and stabbed him in the lower back.
The man disappeared.
Instead of seeing his blood, she saw Eddie’s–a deep stab in his gut, just above his exposed penis.
His blood sprayed everywhere while his body slumped on the sofa, then just lay motionless.
The singing stopped.
Nancy screamed. Where was Deanna’s help? she wondered as tears ran down her cheeks.
“Serena, you bitch!“
“Speak of the Devil, and she appears,” a female voice said from behind Nancy.