Episode XVI
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Her eyes snapped open, tearing through the veil of sleep, adjusting to the dim light. Her wrists and ankles were fixed, held firmly, widely stretched.
A dark man dressed in a white suit stood at her bed, watching calmly as her wild thrashing was slowly abandoned, her condition acceded to.
When she lay still, her sleep-dry eyes blinking to spread their moisture, the large man began to pull a cord which he held.
The cord, which was laid through a small block attached to the ceiling, pulled at her collar, drawing her neck off the bed.
He kept pulling until her arms were fully stretched taut between her shoulders and her tightly clamped wrists.
She relaxed against the leather around her neck, relieving, a little, the torsion of her shoulders.
He pulled that slack out of her arms as well, then lashed the cord to a cleat set into the foot of her bed.
He moved to her side and reached out a large, slow, gentle hand to brush her cheek. She turned her eyes to his and felt herself pulled into their flawless chocolate depths.
She studied his eyes and the broad, flat nose between them, under the brim of a white panama. His eyes followed his fingers as they explored her face.
The thick forefinger trailed slowly across her cheek, as if mapping it for later exploration. The other three fingers dragged behind it, nails lightly grazing her skin, now tingling with anticipation.
He rested those three fingers on her chin, a tripod, which he used to steady his long pointer skirting the electric nerves around her lips.
Her tongue, of its own volition, darted out to dampen their dryness.
He stole the moisture and smeared it as a lubricant to his probing.
He rolled her upper lip back, exposing her white teeth, then let it fall closed.
He circled her mouth again, then gently, insistently, forced his thick probing finger between her lips and into her salivating mouth.
She was distracted from the pain in her shoulders by the sensation of being slowly fucked in the mouth by the long, thick rod. It could have been a thin dick, but it folded at the joints and sought out all the spots that sang under its caress.
He slowly pulled it out, then traced a wet track up, following the pronounced arc of her nostril.
He grazed a gentle pad across her automatically closed eyelid.
He circled her temple several times, then combed his fingers through her hair, tugging forcefully.
He laughed quietly to himself, stood up and walked to the foot of the bed where again he stood examining her.
"Please, my shoulders hurt," she protested. "And the cuffs -- they're biting into my ankles."
He looked at her, disappointed, and moved to stand beside her head.
"Doralea," he said, his voice deep and resonant, tinged with some French colonial accent. "You should relax."
He forced three fingers between her teeth. He stroked a few times, again fucking her still moist lips. His thumb again rested on her chin, providing a fulcrum for his thrusting.
She was eager to resume fellating his fingers.
"I had hoped this wouldn't be necessary."
His thumb slipped off her chin; he grabbed her jaw forcefully and stuffed her mouth with the hand-kerchief he had suddenly pulled from his pocket.
The dry cloth quickly sucked the moisture out of the inside of her mouth.
He pulled the thin tie from around his neck.
"I would have preferred access to your lovely oral cavity. I had some delightful plans."
He tied the thin strip of cloth around her head, binding the wad of cloth tighter against her tongue. The soft cotton began to warm and soften as it became soaked with her saliva.
He returned to the foot of the bed; she watched him beyond the taut line pulling her neck up. His strong thumbs pressed into the ridge of her pelvis, his fingers wrapped around to crush into her soft buttocks. He lifted her by her ass, and brought her cunt to his mouth.
As he stroked his tongue over her uplifted mound, she turned her ankles in the ankle-cuffs so she could set her feet flat on the bed, so that she could support her weight on them. She worked her wrists in their cuffs to support her weight on her hands and, pressing down on the collar, lifted her eager cunt against his forceful mouth.
His wide tongue spread her pussy lips as it lapped between them. He brought his tongue up to press her clit against his broad upper lip, then returned to prod among her thickening folds.
She wanted to scream.
She wanted the pain to be over.
She wanted the sodden gag out of her mouth.
She wanted him to do that again.
She wanted his tongue deep within her.
She wanted it to crawl in and wrap around her pubic bone to press her clit against his lip from the inside.
She wanted --
He stopped and smiled a wicked, sly smile. A spark flared in his deep eyes.
He released his grip amd her ass fell heavily to the bed. He pulled a folding knife from his pocket and opened it, head cocked to the side, eyes drilling into hers softly.
He dragged the cold knife over the skin of her abdomen. She flinched and pulled away.
She tried to evade, to escape. She had nowhere to go.
She could not move, except to shift her ass against the smooth quilt.
She could not shout around the now warm and moist gag lashed between her teeth.
He pressed her nipples into her soft tits with the point of his knife. He watched the dark nub disappear into the soft flesh and grinned, his mouth narrow, cruel.
He pressed the point into the skin under her chin, forcing her to pull away, tightening the cord clipped to her collar.
Then with a deft, swift stroke he cut the harness straps away from her collar.
He traced the point along her side, tickling her ribs in a terrifying way.
She watched with panting fear as he tapped the blade on the skin over her heart.
He lowered the cold steel to part her outer pussy lips. She shuddered as the sharp point grazed her clit.
His hand pressed her clit hard against her pubic bone. The knife cut the straps from the band around her waist.
She watched curiously, utterly pinned, as he cut all the harness away, leaving only the collar, the wrist and ankle cuffs and the narrow cinch around her waist.
He moved to the head of the bed and dropped another cord through a pulley.
She watched a marine clip fall, heard it bounce with a clink, out of sight, on the pillow above her head.
He released her ankles, then quickly reattached each ankle to opposite ends of a long cord which passed over the cord still pulling on the collar around her neck.
He reached over her head to pull the marine clip from her pillow and clip it to the cord yoking her ankles.
He pulled on that cord and lifted her ankles. They were pulled together, the neck-cord threaded between her legs.
She was lifted, jack-knifed, off the bed and her sharply bent torso swung heavily toward him butt-first.
He laid a massive hand on her ass to halt her swinging and she hung from her ankle-cuffs and collar, her wrists still lashed to the bed, stretched tightly down and away.
He ran his fingers along her cunt-slit, smearing the juices that were there to lubricate her clit.
"You must needs get wetter than that, loosen, lady and flow full."
He tapped at her tight ass-hole with a thick finger, tamping a rhythm with increasing force against the patch of skin between her crotch-holes.
Overcome with the wildly massing sensations, unable to keep their sources unentwined, she slumped, her spine relaxing so forcefully that several tendons seemed to snap audibly.
He smiled, a wide grin. "Good, now isn't that better?"
He slowly released the tension on the cords suspending her ankles and her neck.
"Easy now, down," he cooed.
One hand rummaged among the furrows, laps and wales of her crotch as he lowered her torso until her weight was supported by the bed, rather than suspended from her neck and ankles.
Again he set to licking her cunt, pressing her stiff clit into the soft firmness of his upper lip.
Her juices started to flow freely. He lapped at them, spreading them thickly among the hot, pulsing folds of her pussy.
His tongue spread the mixed fluid down to her anus and circled the puckered hole several times, sending electric shivers up her spine.
He returned to plunge again into the puffy flower of her cunt.
He pulled his head away and stood, a hand resting lightly on her throbbing ass.
"Now, Lady you are wet," he smiled, licking his lips. "You are tasty-wet."
He moved to the side of the bed and released her left wrist, then leaned across under her head, through the cascade of her loose hair, to release her other wrist.
She hugged her knees, lifting herself and pressing her tits against her shins.
He returned to the foot of the bed and stood, examining her jack-knifed body.
As he slowly released the tension on the cuffs suspending her ankles, her spine rolled onto the cool bed.
After her lower torso lay on the bed, he released her ankles.
The clip which had held the ankle-yoking cord swung back behind her head. The clips which had held her ankles slid, dragging, over her belly. The small metal clips chattered against the tender flesh between her tits and fell to each side of her neck, tickling her ears as they were pulled past. A shiver rippled down each side, from her jaw to her hip.
She felt stretched, relaxed. Her spine was loosened.
He gripped the cord, pulling her by the collar, lifting her up by her neck.
She scooted her butt and thighs over the quilt.
He kept pulling until her face was lifted to his, she grabbed him around the shoulders to keep from being hung in the collar.
He rapidly untied the tie and jerked the sodden handkerchief from her mouth.
"Now, we are done with that, no?"
He kissed her long, hard, deep - she responded, overcome with panting desire.
His hat fell off. His finger-thick, tightly-coiled black hair sat off of his high broad forehead like a thickly knit tam.
He allowed her to sit on the edge of the bed while he bent to retrieve the white panama.
