Chapter XXIII
Joe sat on the garage floor with his back leaning against the wall. Between his
legs lay a side grinder, it's blade ruined. His body was covered in sweat and
he'd taken his shirt off.
"Fuck me." Was all he could say.
Sharon twisted her arms and tried to alleviate the stress in her shoulders by
standing on her toes. She looked down at the suit and back up to Joe with a
faint smile on her lips. He caught her look, snarled and fled back into the
house. He left behind not only the ruined side grinder but also a hacksaw, a
heavy iron file and an assortment of smaller tools.
Sharon looked up the hook. If she could hook her legs over the crossbeam she
could hang upside down and unhook herself from the pulley. She tried lifting
her legs but the suit wasn't allowing her waist to bend and she could only lift
them as high as her waist. She tried it again but it was useless, the suit
simply wouldn't allow her to bend far enough. Next she tried swinging back and
forth. If she could swing far enough she might be able to hook a leg over one
of the other crossbeams. She was just beginning to come into range of the beam
when Joe walked back into the garage.
He was still angry because of his failure and seeing her swinging made him turn
abso- lutely livid. Her rope leash was lying on the bench and he grabbed it on
his way over. He was already swinging before he'd even reached her.
"You fucking BITCH!" he shouted as the coiled rope hit her arse with a loud
whack. The tail did little to block his fury and she arched her back as the
rope made contact.
"What the fuck do you think you're up to!"
Whack! Whack!
"Do you think you can fuck with me?"
Whack! The rope burnt across her rear like fire and instantly her eyes filled
with tears.
"Fuck you! FUCK YOU!" he shouted as the blows kept on raining down.
She coiled and twisted, trying her best to get out of the way of the whistling
rope.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
She tried screaming through the gag but all that came out was a soft nasal mew.
"I'll show you who's the boss! It's time you learn whose in charge here!"
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! The blows kept on raining down until he was too
tired to hit her any more. Finally he stumbled back to the bench and leaned
against it for support, his chest heaving. Sharon hung completely limp from the
hook, her body too tired to struggle any further. Her upper legs and back was
burning like fire and she'd almost bitten right through the rag. Her sides were
heaving as her lungs struggled to get air past the snot and tears in her nose.
Her whole body was trembling and the sweat glistened on her skin.
Joe had calmed down and he walked back to her but he refused to look into her
eyes. He inspected her rear and she trembled as his palms moved over the
painful welts.
"I think it's time we both started taking the situation a bit more seriously."
he said quietly and took hold of her feet. He tied the leash around her ankles
and pulled her sideways until she was hanging at a steep angle towards the
wall. He tied the other end of the leash to the hook on the wall and made sure
she was secure. He left her hanging like that and a few minutes later she heard
his car leaving. She tried struggling a bit but with her feet tied there was
nothing she could do.
Sharon had no idea of time and it felt like hours before she heard the car
return. Her arms and hands had gone dead from the constant pull but her
backside was still throbbing loudly from the punishment. She tried lifting her
head but the sharp pain shooting through her shoulders was too much to bear. As
Joe parked the car and entered the house all she could do was wait. He popped
his head into the garage to make sure she was still around and disappeared
again. She could hear him moving about but she had no idea what he was up to.
After several agonizing minutes he returned, dragging a chain after him. He
dropped the chain at her feet and walked over to the hook on the wall. He untied
the rope from her ankles and she swung down, mewing loudly from the pain caused
by the move- ment. In her struggles she'd lost her shoes and now her toes could
just touch the floor. Joe stood behind her and he gave her backside a thorough
inspection. Her skin burnt like fire as his hands traveled over her tender
flesh and she shuddered in pain. Joe pulled the tape from the panty and pulled
it down to the floor. As the tight garment scraped over her hips and buns she
arched her back and screamed into the gag. He placed the panty in the corner
and turned his attention back to her. Her eyes had filled with fresh tears and
she could feel them running down her cheeks and onto the tape over her mouth.
Joe looped the chain around her neck and locked it with a heavy padlock. She
was now anchored to whatever object Joe had chosen as a base for the chain and
she could feel by the lock's weight that escape was not going to be an option.
He started lowering her to the floor but her legs simply couldn't support her
weight. When she'd sunk down onto her knees he stopped the pulley and walked
back to her side. She moaned in anguish as the blood started pumping back into
her arms and hands. He gently lifted her into his arms and car- ried her back to
the bedroom, careful to avoid touching her backside.
Joe lay her down on her stomach and tied her hands to the bed. He reached down
next to the bed where he'd left a shopping bag. From the bag he produced a tube
of salve that he inspected for a moment.
"I got this from the pharmacy, I hope it does the trick." he said and it almost
sounded as if he was apologizing. She lay her head on the pillow and refused to
even acknowledge his existence. Joe took some of the salve and rubbed it
between his hands. She had to close her eyes and bite down onto the gag as his
hands started rubbing the salve into her sen- sitive skin. After a few seconds
her skin started to numb and she could relax again. Her body was still aching
in a thousand places but at least the pain on her backside was quickly abating.
Joe kept his massage slow and rhythmic and soon she was becoming drowsy.
Joe stood up from the bed and looked down at her.
"Better?" he asked but she refused to acknowledge the question.
He just shrugged and went into the bathroom. She heard him start the shower and
a mo- ment later he returned. He untied her wrists from the bed but kept them
tied together. Lift- ing her into his arms he carried her limp body into the
bathroom, setting her down next to the shower. Her legs were still weak and she
leaned against the cold tiles for support.
Testing the water's temperature with his hand he guided her into the cubicle.
She closed her eyes and stood still as the warm water poured over her body. The
shower was sooth- ing and for a precious few seconds she could forget the
situation she was in.
She felt Joe's hand on her shoulder and her eyes grew wide as she discovered
that he'd stripped naked. He pushed her deeper into the cubicle and joined her
under the rushing water. She tried to avoid looking at him but her eyes kept on
returning to his naked body. It was the first naked man she had seen for over a
year now. Evidently he worked out regularly because his body was fit and trim.
As he moved his well-defined muscles rippled and moved under his tanned skin.
She quickly glanced at his groin and her breath caught in her throat as she
discovered his rock-hard penis standing to attention. Clearly Joe was very
excited to see her and she blushed a bright red.
Sharon closed her eyes and stoically tried to ignore his presence but her
nipples were al- ready aching inside their prisons. She turned away from him and
tried to think of some- thing else but the next moment his hands started rubbing
her shoulders with soap. He gently washed her neck and shoulders, his hands
gliding over her skin in slow, smooth circles. He turned her around and started
removing the gag, careful not to rip it off like he usually did. Her body was
turning traitor again and she silently cursed the dull aching in her sex.
Joe removed the gag and gently kissed the corners of her mouth. She rubbed her
tongue against her teeth to get rid of the foul taste but did not respond to
his kisses. Instead she turned her back on him and tried her best to ignore
him.
Joe squeezed some shampoo into the palm of his hand and started washing her
hair. The slow, sensuous massaging of her scalp was delicious and Sharon sighed
deeply as she closed her eyes. Joe's strong, gentle fingers had a hypnotic
effect and she could feel the tension flowing out of her body. Again she sighed
deeply and her wrists slowly twisted in- side the tight wet confines of the
ropes. Joe gently pulled her back and guided her head in under the shower,
rinsing the soap away. She could feel his hard member touching her back and a
quick shudder unexpectedly coursed through her body. She was becoming acutely
aware of all the little sensations around her, everything from the aching in her
nip- ples to the heavy lock hanging from her neck. It was as if her body had
woken up from a long slumber and every inch was screaming for attention.
When he'd done with her hair Joe again retrieved the soap and continued down her
back. His hands slowly rubbed over her spine and under her arms, down her sides
and into the small of her back. She could feel every movement of his palms over
the surface of the suit and unexpectedly she felt confined and uncomfortable in
its restrictive grip. Suddenly the waist was uncomfortably tight, the collar
around her neck too small. As she breathed her ribs strained against the
unyielding gauze and the dome between her legs felt large and bulky. The wire
through her butt seemed to have become shorter and was biting into her flesh.
Joe slowly worked his way down and he spent a lot of time washing her hips and
back- side. He pressed his fingers into her crack and she almost lost control,
arching her back and gasping loudly. Without realizing it she leaned forward
and spread her legs slightly, pressing her hands against the wall for support.
Joe accepted the invitation and his fingers spent a lot of time roaming through
her crack, between her legs and around the dome. He pushed on her shoulders and
she bent further forwards, groaning as the wire bit even deeper. Joe's fingers
tried to breach the suit's defenses and she growled like a cat as his fingers
briefly managed to penetrate under the dome's tight seal. Although he'd failed
to reach her aching sex his fingers had managed to touch a long forgotten
section of skin.
She pushed her backside into his hands, lowering her back even further and
spreading her legs as wide as the small cubicle would allow. She was losing all
control over herself and as his fingers poked and prodded her defenses a slow
wave of sexual energy started building in the pit of her stomach.
Again his fingers briefly managed to reach an intimate, forgotten section of
skin and she started shaking violently. Joe stepped up to her backside and held
her around the waist as he squeezed his cock tightly against her arse. His cock
was pressed into the cleavage of her backside and she slowly rubbed her arse up
and down against his hard flesh. The sensation of his balls tickling the
insides of her thighs was the final spark and suddenly she could feel the
orgasm building from deep inside her. Her quivering sex gripped the rod inside
her with a ferocity that would have been painful had it been flesh and a low,
animal wail slowly built from the depths of her lungs. Slowly their bodies
rocked in unison as the throws of their climax grew louder and more violent.
Sharon had lost all control over her faculties and as the orgasm burst forth
she had no idea who or where she was. All she knew, all she felt was the
powerful wave after wave of intense pleasure racking her body and sending her
mind into oblivion.
They sat on the floor of the small cubicle, their limbs intertwined like the
vines of a creeper. They were both breathing deeply from the exertion and
resting their heads back against the walls. Her eyes followed the chain as it
ran over her arm onto her lap, over her thigh and out under the shower curtain.
She knew she should feel angry, violated, scared. She should be trying to
scratch Joe's eyes out, not sitting here under the warm water staring at his
chest. Where had the rage gone? She had felt rage when he'd beat her. Every
lash of that rope had her mind reeling in fear and rage and frustration. What
had become of those emotions? She looked down at her bound wrists and picked at
the coils with the nail of her thumb. Maybe she was too exhausted for emotions.
Maybe the roller coaster of the last few hours had her too disori- entated to
think clearly.
And why was her body betraying her so? She was feeling pain and discomfort and
aches and strains, but most of all she was feeling desire. Desire to feel his
hands gliding over every curve of her body. Desire to feel him once more
discover that one secret, intimate spot she'd not even known existed. She hated
this man, there was no doubt about that. She wasn't falling for his wry cynical
charm. He meant to do her harm and she knew it. She just wished her mind could
convince her body that he was an evil danger.
She closed her eyes and tried to think clearly but her thoughts were ambushed by
the sensations coming from her body. Her nipples had that pleasant dull ache
emitting from them as they stood ready and waiting to attention. Her sex was
wet and slick inside, hug- ging the familiar dildo in its warm intimate heat.
The butterflies were fluttering inside her stomach, reminding her of excited
breathless prom nights under the stars.
The water was getting cold and Joe stood up to close the tap. He helped her up
and they both exited the shower.
"That was ... interesting" he said.
He toweled himself dry while she had to stand waiting for him to finish.
Evidently now that he'd satisfied his desire there was no longer any need for
chivalry. By the time he'd done she was shivering and her was body covered with
goose bumps. He handed her the wet towel and sat down on the toilet, watching
her intently. She couldn't help blushing at his apparent indifference about
being naked. He sat there as if it was the most normal thing in the world, his
limp little penis hanging between his thighs.
Drying herself with bound hands wasn't working and she looked at him pleadingly.
"Can't you untie my hands? I'm not going anywhere with this thing around my
neck." She asked.
"No. I like seeing you like that, it's ... appealing."
She continued trying to dry herself but she was making little progress.
"I need my hair dryer." She said as she started for the door "It's the only way
of getting completely dry."
He caught her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap.
"Let me have a go at it." he said as he took the towel from her hands. He
started by drying her hair and all she could do was sit and wait for him to
finish. His hands weren't helping her state of mind one little bit and she
ached with desire. No matter how much she cursed herself her body had other
ideas. Finally he had her as dry as she was going to get with only a towel and
he made her stand up.
He led her into the bedroom and for the first time she noticed the chain winding
from un- der the bed, over the floor and out the door. Evidently he'd anchored
her to the bed and she could go only as far from the bedroom as what the chain
was long. He made her stand next to the bed and quickly bound her wrists
tightly to her waist. He told her to lie down and she complied, feeling too
drained and tired to do anything else. He walked back to the bathroom and she
couldn't resist watching his tight buns as he moved away from her. He came back
carrying the rag for her mouth and she immediately started complain- ing.
"No please. That thing's filthy by now." she begged, already trying to roll
away. "Please, I'll be quiet. Please. At least get something clean that thing
tastes like mff mgmgn."
With her hands bound she was no match for him and he quickly silenced her. She
glared at him at anger but he seemed little concerned with her problems. He
left her lying on the bed while he walked out of the room. For a while she lay
twisting her wrists in their pris- ons, thoughts of revenge going through her
mind. He returned a few moments later and switched the light off as he came
walking into the room.
"Mffmgmmfm!" she said.
"Be quiet." he said as he got into bed.
"Mfgmfhmmhmm!" she said again.
"I said settle down!" he said.
"MFGMGMFFFM!!" she said.
"Dammit I said ... oh fuck!" he said as he got up again. He quickly applied the
triangle to the suit and returned to bed. He wrapped his limbs around her and a
few minutes later he was fast asleep.