The Locklears Chapter One

"Wakey, wakey, sleepy head" the woman's voice was cheerful and playful as she threw a glass of cold water in the unconscious man's face.  "Wha, Wha, What happened? Did I fall asleep?"  asked the man.  As the man opened his eyes he tried to move but couldn't.   Looking around he realized he was in an upright position eagle spread.  Each wrist and ankle was shackled, Locked, and chained.  "I'm not into locks and chains.  I'm the one paying for sex.  You have to do what I want" said the man with slurred speech.  "Poor, poor, little man I'm not a prostitute.  I just pose as one on the internet and in the streets.  That's how I get pigs like you"  said the woman with an evil grin.  "I know you didn't think a woman as beautiful as my wife would be interested in someone like you" said a tall figure as he emerged out of the darkness behind the shackled man.  With fear in his eyes the shackled man asked who they were.  "My name is Linda Locklear and this is my husband Rusty Locklear" said Linda.  "Enough with the small talk.  Linda go get the work tools " said Rusty.  "As you command" said Linda.  Walking past their victim into the darkness Linda grabbed the cold steel push cart and brought it to Rusty.  "Will you just look at all these toys" said Rusty with his eyes lit up like a child at Christmas.  "What do we have hear?"  Said Linda.  Reaching her arms out over the push cart in the motion of a snake Linda became sexually aroused.  "We have a hammer, scalpel, acid, nail gun, and an ice pick" said Linda with her voice filled with excitement.  Pissing himself their victim began to cry.  "Linda this is your victim so you have to inflict the first wound" said Rusty.  Responding to Rusty words Linda picked up the nail gun.  "Linda you don't have to do thos" pleaded the man.  "I have kids that I provide for.  My name is Timothy Yates.  I have a wife"  Linda silenced Timothy with a swift kick to his testicles.  "Look Rusty it actually think we care about it's pathetic little life" said Linda.  Placing the muzzle of the nail gun on Timothy's foot Linda pulled the trigger.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum