The Unlikely Savior Ch 04

Chapter 4 - Miracles Can Happen.

Marjory:

After sleeping four hours, I got up to see what was happening. It was 9 am. Adam was still asleep. I would let him continue. He wasn't a big, strong boy, but he had carried me for miles. I don't know how he did it.

As I expected, Dad was up. He was having a cup of coffee. I got a mug and a bowl of cereal and joined him at the table. After our morning greeting, I said, "I want to talk to you about Adam, Dad. We need to do something for him."

"I know, darling. I have been thinking about that. What do you have on mind?"

I answered, "First, let me give you some background." I explained how he had been in my classes and always around. I said that I thought he had a crush on me but that I had never responded by returning interest. Then I told him the details of my kidnapping off the street and what I later learned about Adam jumping on the van's ladder and holding on for the ride to the warehouse. I told him I had been tied up on the pole and later on the mattress. I related how Adam had hidden inside until Suit and Thug left. I explained that the Gentrys were poor and Adam had no cell phone. I told him how Adam freed me from the ropes and couldn't get me loose from the zip ties. And I went on in some detail about the impossible carry that he did to get me away from the warehouse.

Then, I told him about Adam's interest in electronics and how much he knew about the subject. And I told him about his poorer grades and how that was holding him back. Dad listened intently, as he always does. I have never been a daughter to ask for a lot. But he knew I wanted something done for Adam. But I continued and told him how I now felt about Adam.

"Marjory, I know you are sincere in what you say and ask. I agree 100% that we must do something to help Adam. He has earned it. You already know enough psychology to know that emotional feelings forged in an intense experience like you just had may be situational. I'm not saying that there are, in this case. But they may be. There is clearly more to Adam than meets the eye at first glance. I ask you to give things enough time to settle before making any long-term commitments. In the meantime, I promise to see what I can do to provide him more immediate assistance. I will start this afternoon by giving him a tour of Nakamura Industries."

I kissed his cheek, smiling, and said, "Thank you, Dad."

Adam:

Mr. Nakamura took me to his company that afternoon and gave me a tour. I knew the Nakamuras owned an electronic company. This was beyond anything that I could imagine. They had contracts with many different government agencies, and some of them were highly classified. They also had contracts with other countries. Mr. Nakamura told me that he suspected the kidnapping may have been espionage related to one of those contracts. The FBI and the Department of Defense Intelligence Agency were involved in finding who was behind the crime.

Time passed swiftly. Mr. Nakamura found me a summer job with his company. Graduation passed. I longed to see Marjory. Every day, either she called me or I called her. I thought that she wanted to see me too. I had to question why. Of course, she appreciated me for saving her. But I was still short, skinny, and poor. There was no way I could take care of Marjory in the way she deserved or had been brought up.

Before I started my summer job, the police and the FBI brought me in for questioning. My parents were amazed at the respectful way that they treated me. There was nothing that I could add to my story. My parents wanted to know why it had not been in the papers. I told them it might have national defense implications that helped keep it quiet. They nodded, but I could see they were skeptical. That wasn't the kind of thing that the Gentrys got involved with.

On Friday night, two weeks after I started my new job, Marjory called and told me she was picking me up in the morning. She said to wear blue jeans and a tee shirt. At 9 am, she pulled up in a sky blue Porche. Everybody came outside to admire the car. I could see that my parents also admired the girl who drove it. As we drove off, they were still standing there talking.

"Okay, where are we going?" I asked Marjory.

"I thought it was time we went over some old ground," she answered. I soon recognized the convenience store where Marjory called her dad and the road we came down by horseback. We pulled into the driveway of Kennison Stables. "I have rented two horses for us and brought a picnic. We walked up to the house, and she knocked. A lovely-looking middle-aged lady came to the door.

"Hello, you must be Miss Nakamura, and this is Mr. Gentry?" asked the lady. "I am Jean Kennison. The police and the FBI came to explain what had happened. They searched the property for any indication the kidnappers were on it. It looks as if they were not. Let me add that we completely understand why you did not alert us that night. And we thank you for your good care of our animals. Normally, I would show a new customer the barn, but I think you already know your way. But do let me know if you need anything or have any questions."

We thanked her and headed to the barn, stopping by the car to get Marjory's backpack. In the barn, we saw our two old friends. In the daylight and with the lights on, we could see their names, Sammy and Patty, on the stall doors. Marjory showed me how to put a bridle and saddle on Sammy. Then, she assisted me as much as needed while I got Patty ready.

Marjory pulled a map from her backpack and pointed out her plan. "We will ride a mile along this long field. We will go through a gate and into this neck of the national forest. You carried me through that after the kidnapping." I noticed she showed no sign of emotional distress talking about it. "Here is a stream that we crossed. I was hoping you wouldn't drop me in it. A waterfall is not far upstream from where we crossed. Jean said that it would be a nice place for us to have lunch."

Marjory:

We started our ride, walking as before. I asked Adam about his new job. He said, "As you know, I am just a gofer at my experience level. But everything that I see and hear is amazing. The people working there are incredible. I will be told to take some parts to someone. When I deliver, I will be asked questions. These are not casual questions but deep questions about the components and how they can be used. A few times, I have known how to answer. But most of the time, I am out of my depth. But no one ever seems disappointed in me. They just offer new information and encouragement. I didn't think jobs like this existed. Thank your dad for making this summer possible for me."

"You have made this possible for yourself, Adam. What you did with the kidnapping certainly got his attention. But it was all of the work and study that you did on your own that really made this possible. Could I change the subject? We talked every day. But for two weeks, I have stayed away from you. I thought you might want to know why."

Adam answered, "I have been thinking about that, Marjory. I assumed that you were spending time with your regular friends."

"No, I haven't been with anyone. Dad pointed out something that I knew to be true. It is hard to go through an experience like my kidnapping without having a lot of emotional transference. I told Dad I had developed feelings for you, and he said I needed to ensure they were real and not just a reaction to the kidnapping. So, I have been giving myself time to sort out my feelings. You are a real hero, you know."

"It doesn't seem that way to me," Adam said. "I just knew that I had to do something, and what happened, happened. You solved the problem of keeping me going when I was at the point of giving up. I will remember touching your breasts and more as long as I live. So you became my hero. I was weak and exhausted, and you gave me the strength and determination to continue. I am not a fool; I know there is no way that you can love me. It doesn't matter. I will treasure every moment that I was carrying you and every moment that you let my hands and eyes feast on your body. And now, I will treasure this horseback ride with you, too."

"Adam, I haven't finished telling you what I have been doing these last two weeks. In analyzing my feelings toward you, I have talked to a psychologist. Dad has always insisted that I check in with our family shrink occasionally. He says my life is far more stressful than most. In a nutshell, I overlooked you in school, and I am profoundly sorry for that. Our experience with the kidnapping has shown me what a fine person you are. I can't promise where our relationship will go because I don't know. I know I want to have a relationship with you if you are willing. By the way, I have also been talking to my mom. She is the most amazing woman ever. She and my dad are fans of you and are rooting for you. I want you to know that they are among the elite but not elitist."

There was silence. I looked at Jack and could tell that he was thinking. "Jack, it's your turn to say something now."

"My summer job is a dream come true," I told Marjory. My memories of the kidnapping night are also a dream, although I am sorry it was so stressful for you. Now, you are offering me another dream. Of course, I want a relationship with you. But I have to think about you too. You have great parents. If you start spending time seeing me, it will disappoint them."

"There is more that I haven't told you. My mother is the most wonderful person. She is as great as Dad. I have been having a lot of conversations with her about this. To talk about this, I am going to tell you a secret. I'm not even going to ask you to keep it confidential. I already know you well enough to know that you will. After you went home, Mom talked with me for a long time. She wanted to know how I reacted to being tied up. It came out very quickly that I had gotten sexually stimulated by it. Then she dropped a bombshell on me. She is submissive to Dad and gets tied up all the time.

"WOW," Adam said.

"We talked about how I felt when the Thugs and Suite molested me. Then she got the whole story from me about how I kept your hands warm and how that turned into the key to keeping you going. Mom said that would not have been enough to keep you going unless you already had deep feelings for me. That is true, isn't it? You do have deep feelings for me?"

He admitted, "Yes, Marjory. I have had intense feelings for you for a long time. I'm shocked that your mother knows the details of our relationship. Does your dad know?"

Marjory continued, "Mom probably has told him. You should not change the way you act around them. If one of them brings anything up, then just be honest.

"It worried me that I liked being tied up by you. I came to your room and tested my BDSM reaction with you the night you spent in our house. I have talked to the shrink and my mom in depth about this. And I have given it a lot of hard thought. Okay, you like to tie me up, and I like to be tied up by you. Then that is what we will do."

By now, we had passed out of the field and were in the woods at the stream. I led the way upstream, and after a few more minutes, we came to the waterfall. It was a beautiful place to have a picnic. We tethered the horses, and Adam helped me spread the blanket on the grass. I pulled barbeque ribs, salad, fruit, and iced tea from my backpack. It wouldn't be so heavy going back.

"I have one more thing to tell you while we eat. I have been talking to Dad, too. I will tell you that he is very impressed with you. Not because you saved me but because of who you are and what you have already learned. Next week is going to be a very different week for you. Dad asked me not to tell you the details, and you know by now that I follow their advice. But get a good night's sleep Sunday. I want you to be at your best on Monday morning. Okay?"

"If you say so," he said. "This is damn good chicken. Better than KFC."

I cleaned up the paper plates and put the trash in a plastic bag to throw away. Then, I dumped the rest of the backpack onto the blanket. I shucked out of my clothes, and Jack was still staring at the pile of ropes and other things. "If you aren't in the mood for this, that will be okay. I will just wade under the waterfall to cool off. But if you would like to tie me up again, I have three scenarios that I have been thinking about. You can pick one. To me, each one of them sounds fine. First, you can hogtie me on this blanket. I watched some bondage sex on the internet, and if you tie my ankles at right angles, that will open my knees and give you easy access to my pussy. The next option is for you to tie me to a tree, like the pole tie that Suit and the Thugs put me in. Pulling my legs behind the tree will also open my mons for your access. I admit that option is less desirable because I still think about those Thugs tying me to the post. Do either of those sound interesting to you?"

"Marjory, seeing you naked is already giving me an erection. Talking about tying you up is beyond anything I imagined for this horseback ride. Actually doing it, tying you up, would be another dream. I would pick the hogtie based on what you just said."

"I have also considered a third option unrelated to the kidnapping bondage. But I saw examples of it on the internet, and it looked exciting. The thought of you doing any of this to me gives me strong erotic feelings, so don't hesitate to pick option two if that is what you would like. My third option is called a strappado. To do that, you --"

Adam interrupted, "I know what a strappado is, Marjory. Bondage has fascinated me for years, even if I haven't had much chance to practice it. A strappado can be hard on the sub. Are you sure that you want that to happen? I care for you very much and don't want to see you hurt."

I didn't hesitate, "Adam, if I felt like it was too much and asked you to let me loose, you would, wouldn't you?"

"Of course, I would. You wouldn't let yourself be hurt thinking that was what I wanted, would you?" I am countered.

"No, we haven't had much time together, but I think we must be honest. I think we have been so far. Let's keep it that way, okay?" I said. When you get me rigged, would you spend a long time petting me before you gag me? No, I said that wrong. I would like you to do that, but only if it pleases you. I'm trying to show you that I can be your submissive. I shouldn't top from the bottom."

Adam:

This outing with Marjory has given me a load to think about. I was going to have to do a lot of thinking before going to work Monday about the Nakamuras, knowing I was kinky with Marjory. That was a heavy load. Then, learning that Marjory wants to keep practicing bondage kink floors me. Not so much that I won't participate by tying her up.

With Marjory naked and asking me something, there wasn't much I would refuse her. God, she was a fantastically looking woman. She turned around and gave me her arms behind her back. I looped a rope around her forearms with some slack, which I removed by cinching the loops between her arms. Moving up to her elbows, I tied them closer than I thought possible.

Marjory told me, "I think you are doing a good job. I don't feel any give."

That tells me she is okay. I didn't go too far. There was a sturdy, low-hanging branch right over our heads. I threw a rope over it and tied one end to Marjory's wrist bindings before slowly hoisting her hands higher and higher. Marjory was amazingly supple. Her arms were at right angles to her shoulders, and she had not bent her waist yet. I continue lifting her hand upward. Soon, she was bent at the waist and said, "Now you are getting with the program, Adam. Do you like the way this makes my tits dangle? They sway when I move, don't they?"

"Oh, yes. I do, and your tits do. You are going to tell me if this starts hurting, right?" I said.

"I will," she answered.

I stood directly behind her and leaned over until my head rested on her back and pushed against her arms. I reached around and filled my hands with her breasts. I pulled them up, down, and to the side. I twisted them. I exercised her nipples between my thumbs and forefinger. I pinched and pulled her nipples until she gasped.

"Too much," I asked.

"No, no, just right. Don't stop, please," Marjory begged.

I don't know how long I continued. It was like I was in a trance from which I slowly awoke. I lifted myself off Marjory's back and walked around her, touching and feeling as I moved. When I got in front of her, she lifted her head and looked at my face as I looked at hers. "Your hair is touching the ground." I made a couple of big loops with it over her neck. "Your hair is long enough to tie you up with it," I said.

Marjory answered, "If that is what you want to do, you should."

"Another time," I said. Why would I assume that I would have another repeat of this? I have already received, and am now accepting, a reward beyond any I deserve for the little I did to save Marjory. I kept moving, so I was standing behind her again. I reached for her pussy, but her legs were close together. I knew how to fix that. I tied a rope to her left ankle and pulled that leg to the left, connecting it to a nearby tree. The same to her right leg spread her legs and gave me the access I was after. My fingers between her labia walls told me Marjory enjoyed my ministrations. I didn't need my erection to inform me that I was, too. It had gotten uncomfortable, so I shed my pants and skivvies. I went ahead and got as naked as she was, except for the condom that I put on. I didn't delay but inserted my dick between Marjory's labia. After a couple of long slow strokes, I slammed my hips against her butt, burying myself as deep in her vagina as possible.

"Oh, that is good. Adam, you didn't gag me. Did I do something wrong?"

"No, Marjory. I am just caught up in the moment. Is this okay?"

"I am sure it will be if you just keep slamming me like that," she said. And I did.

The ending came with a long scream from Marjory. I had a screamer on my hands. Then, it hit me, and I joined her wailing. It was a good thing that we were a long way from anyone.

Resting on her back and stroking her boobs, I finally got the strength to stand up and untie the rope holding her in the strappado. As her arms came down, she stood straight again. I gave her a long kiss that I hoped would tell her what I felt. Then I untied the ropes, holding her legs spread.

Marjory presented her arms to be untied. "If you ask me to, I will. But I never got around to gagging you. I see that you brought that fine two-and-a-quarter-inch ball with you. Would you like to wear it for a while, or would you rather I turn you loose now?"

Marjory squatted down beside our blanket and picked up the ballgag. That was exciting to watch because her arms were still tied behind her back. She gave me the gag and waited for me to put it in her mouth. I knew it was a tight fit; getting it behind her teeth took some effort. After it was buckled in place, I tied a firm chest harness on her. A crotch rope was next. After circling her hips, I started the crotch rope down from the back, bringing it forward and inserting it into her cunt very carefully. Then I brought the rope up and over her hip loop and back down between her legs again. Instead of tying it off on the hip loop, I brought it up between her back and wrists and draped it over the cinches between her wrists. Then I told her to lie down on the blanket. She did, and I tied her legs at the thighs and ankles before I rolled her face down. I made a noose between her ankle ropes and chest harness and leveraged her feet further back. Marjory's ankles were high on her butt, and her knees had come off the blanket. Her shoulders were also off the blanket, and her tits would have been too if they hadn't been the size they were.