Pest Control
By atfirstdawn

*Mature content warning
*©Keira Morrison/ atfirstdawn 2013
*Dedicated to my friend EdStorm


I’m a city girl through and through, I love the city lights, the noise, the company and even the smell, but living in a high-rise apartment in the middle of a big city like this one really is a mixed bag.

On one hand you have the short commute to the office and the spectacular view of the neon skyline at night, but on the other you have drunken bitches constantly bumbling into your apartment because they’re too hammered to realise they live on another floor…
I’m usually a very heavy sleeper, in fact in a city as bright and as loud as this one is at night, I would almost call my natural ability for heavy sleeping a God-given talent. But there are some nights, some nights when things get too loud or out of control that I just can’t sleep through, like tonight.

This hadn’t been the first time either, its April now and since the beginning of the year over six drunken skanks have staggered into my apartment looking for a floor clean enough to throw up on. They’re like vermin; actually vermin are a little bit cleaner and have way more dignity.

It had all started as these events often do; I was asleep and she was hammered.
Hammered enough not to realise her own strength or the level noise she was making as she broke through the lock on my apartment door and fell inside. Picking young women off of my kitchen floor was becoming a bad habit and I had grown tired of it very quickly, needless to say that after an aggravating day at the office and a night so stuffy that it had been hard to fall asleep in the first place I was not in the best of moods.
The breaking of my door had woken me but it had been the shattering of my cherished cookie jar that had spurned me into action. I loved that cookie jar…

Apparently this particular skank was rather hungry, foraging for any scrap of sustenance she could find like a rat in landfill until she had found my cookie jar.
Walking out of my bedroom and quietly into the second entrance of my kitchen, I stayed by the door and watched the thieving bitch eat my cookies from the floor. She was blonde and wearing the tackiest looking and shortest skin tight red dress I had ever seen, that is if you could call it a dress at all, at first I thought it was a strapless one piece bathing costume…  with a tail. Whatever it was it didn’t suit her, but I knew what would.

I walked back into my bedroom, my bare feet on the floor making no sound that she could hear over her drunken munching. Although she still probably wouldn’t have noticed me even if I had been wearing a one man band get up.
I knelt down at the side of my bed and reached into the chest of drawers beside it. I couldn’t help but smirk to myself as I pulled out a roll of heavy duct tape and a coil of rope… closing my drawer I then turned to my wardrobe and pulled out a pair of Mickey Mouse ears I had gotten on a trip to Disney World.

She hadn’t put up much of a fight; she seemed more concerned with rescuing the cookies from the floor than herself.  Walking back into the kitchen I had pushed her down from behind and straddled her face down body, she had barely registered my presence and had acted as if she had fallen over rather than reacting as if she were being attacked…
Her arms reached out in front of her grasping for more cookies which made it easier for me to pull them behind her back and bind her wrists with the rope I had brought with me from my bedroom. Her hands and arms barely struggled against me, their confused movements merely searching their change of surroundings rather than trying to stop me binding them.
Once I had bound her hands behind her back I reached for the tape and watched her in amusement as I ripped the first strip. With her arms immobile she had taken to acting more like a piranha out of water or some sort of baby crocodile; she was wiggling her torso beneath me to pull herself closer to the cookies while sporadically opening and closing her mouth with ugly snapping sounds, as if each bite of the air was going to get her closer… I pulled the tape taut between my hands and timed it so that I could pull the strip over her mouth while she had it closed.
Her snapping mouth motions turned to a series of random moans as I pulled two more strips of tape over her mouth.

Sometime between the second and third strip of tape she had realised what was going on and why she wasn’t able to reach the cookies. Her moans turned to soft sobs as I stood up and pulled her to her knees. Stepping around her I looked down at her and watched her copious amount of mascara begin to run down her cheeks. It was hard to tell if she was upset about being bound and gagged and essentially kidnapped or about not being able to eat any more cookies. Either way my heart refused to melt with any kind of pity or sympathy and instead I smirked and placed the Mickey Mouse ears on her head.
At least she was pretty for a vermin…
 
In a city like this one almost everything is open 24/7, which was helpful at times like this. Loading up my laptop and connecting to the net, I looked up the contact details for a Pest Control officer, with the idea being to set an example for my late night caller...
I dialled the number on my cell that I had found online for the Pest Control officer and spoke loud enough for her to hear, not that it really registered in her drunken state until an hour or so later when the door opened…

It had taken the officer a little while to process the situation; a young woman bound and gagged and dressed like a mouse beside a broken jar of cookies hadn’t really been what he was expecting, but something told me that he wasn’t complaining considering his stance had changed several times since entering the kitchen…

“Don’t get me wrong ma’am; I appreciate you thinking of Rokin as your first line of defence against household pests. But I’m not exactly sure I understand the problem here.” He said in an awkward and confused tone.

“Little bitch broke in and started snatching my cookies in the middle of the night. I figure if she is going to act like a pest then she should look like one. I found the pest, so I called you.” I replied in no uncertain terms.

“So what would you have me do with her?”

“Oh, you’re an aggressive, assertive type. I’m sure you’ll think of something” I said as I turned to go back to bed. “Oh, and you may want to check the bathroom, you’re needed in there too…”

With that I closed the door to my bedroom behind me, settled back into bed and slept through what was left of the night…







EPILOGUE

Barely able to contain his excitement, the officer had waited until the creepy woman who had called him had closed her bedroom door behind her before striding forward towards the bathroom. If he had been called out for a young woman bound and gagged in a mouse outfit then he couldn’t wait to see what awaited him in the bathroom, a trussed up mermaid perhaps...

Opening the bathroom door the officer skipped in, turned on the light and immediately felt sick.

In the bathroom were six anthropomorphic cockroach girls, each of them bound and gagged, their antennae flapping in the air and their bodies rubbing against each other as they struggled in the slippery bathtub…

Their jet black skin and bug eyes and extra limbs freaked the officer out to no end. Paralysed by fear the officer stood with his mouth agape wondering what to do until something out of the corner of his eye beckoned his attention…

Slowly the officer looked up, afraid of what was dangling a mere couple of feet from his head.

Sprawled across the ceiling was another girl with eight eyes, eight limbs and black skin. Each of her limbs had been bound to the ceiling but this didn’t stop their unnatural and truly creepy movements being any less frightening to the officer…

Reaching his hand to his belt he slowly pulled his walkie-talkie up to his mouth and spoke softly.

"Mike, we got a problem here... and its really bugging me."