Chapter XXVIII
With difficulty Sharon rolled onto her other side and sighed into the gag. She
was so horny she could burst and there was nothing she could do about it. Her
body was wrapped in a strange rope harness, the strands and knots crisscrossing
her torso like a spider's web. Last night, after another bout of raunchy
lovemaking, David had proceeded to tie her up like this, explaining that it was
a Japanese Karada, an ancient form of rope bondage. Her wrists were bound
tightly behind her back, drawn up as far as her straining ligaments would
allow. Her ankles were bound to her upper thighs and pulled so tight she could
feel the heels of her feet against her butt. But by far the worst was the
knotted rope running through her crotch. Every movement, every little struggle
made the knots shift against her clit and she'd not slept a wink the whole
night. Despite the constant friction on her clit she just couldn't get enough
movement to orgasm. For the whole night she'd been held in a constant and
frustrating state of arousal. At first she'd struggled and twisted admirably,
trying her best to either expel the rope or to make it move. After a while her
body had be- come so exhausted she could do nothing but lay still, her crotch on
fire. It was so infuriat- ing to finally have access to her own body and then
not be allowed to do anything about it. The injustice of it rankled and she
wanted to murder David.
The cause of her discomfort came waltzing into her room with a broad smile on
his face. "Hi sexy - have a good night?" he said cheerfully. She could scratch
his eyes out. He rolled her onto her back and slowly rubbed the palm of his
hand over her crotch.
"Hmmmm." he said appreciatively, referring to the slick, wet surface of the
rope. "I see you have been enjoying the effects of the Karada."
Sharon growled loudly and her stomach muscles twitched. His other hand slowly
slid over her body and onto her right breast, his fingers twisting and teasing
her nipple. Sharon was both in heaven and in hell at the same time. Her muscles
were aching, her ligaments straining from the night's abuse. Her body wanted to
participate in the delicious torment, her hands trying in vain to snake their
way to the front. Her breathing was hard and la- bored as the sensation flooded
through her system. She arched her back, trying to squeeze every ounce of
possible friction out of his hand. She desperately wanted him in- side her, to
feel her clit rubbed and her passage forced open. But her mind was reeling with
anger and disgust. How could she allow herself to be so easily manipulated? How
could she surrender herself so quickly to his manipulation? Where was her pride?
What had become of her dignity? His finger found a way into her sex and all
these questions were washed away as wave after wave of pleasure flowed though
her. David stroked and tickled her clit, sending her mind into space. She
moaned loudly in desperation as he withdrew his hand but he was just undoing
some of the ropes. As soon as he'd cleared a passage for himself he was on top
of her, his hard member penetrating her. It was a mat- ted of seconds before she
screamed into the gag in passion, his throbbing member driving her insane.
Together they climaxed in a fury of sounds and movement and they both went
limp, exhausted by the brief but intense activity.
Sharon closed her eyes and let the warm water flow over her body. David followed
her into the shower and they stood side by side, the hot steam engulfing their
bodies. Al- though her legs had been released her body and arms were still
firmly bound by the Karada. David had re-fastened the knotted rope through her
crotch and she tried desper- ately to ignore its continual stimulation. With his
naked body moving so close next to hers it was an impossible task and her whole
being longed for some attention. She ground her teeth against the rubber gag in
frustration, she couldn't even complain about the treat- ment. Not that she
thought it would make any difference, David knew exactly what the knots were
doing to her. Guiding her by the shoulders David turned her around and started
washing her hair. His strong but gentle hands massaged her scalp and soon she
was going limp and relaxed as the enjoyed the treatment. David rinsed her hair
and started washing her body. It felts so strange, the slick soap gliding over
the coarse hemp rope and the slick surface of the suit. His hands invaded every
part of her body as he washed and scrubbed her from head to toe, playing behind
her ears, tickling her under her arms, rubbing firmly over her nipples. His
hands glided over her crotch, rubbed her thighs, invaded her butt-crack. By the
time he'd finished with the backs of her legs and was washing her feet her body
was back up to it's former state of arousal.
David led her from the shower and wrapped her body in a large fluffy towel. He
quickly toweled the worst of the moisture from her hair and body and then he
removed the gag. She was still flexing her jaws in relief when he stepped
closer, circled her body in his arms and gave her a hard, long kiss. He drew
back and as she stood waiting in the middle of the bathroom he quickly toweled
himself dry and put his clothes back on. Despite regain- ing the power of speech
she couldn't think of anything to say and she remained quiet. With the towel
still hanging over her shoulders he took hold of the ropes between her shoulder
blades and guided her to the hand basin. He carefully brushed her teeth before
helping her to rinse. Their tasks in the bathroom done he guided her back into
the bed- room. David made her sit down at the dressing table and she pulled a
blow dryer from one of the drawers. Before turning his attention to her hair he
quickly used the blow dryer to dry the small patches of skin that was still
covered by the suit. He retrieved a soft hair- brush from the drawer and started
drying her hair, the towel lying around her feet. Once again she closed her
eyes and as the hypnotic brush flowed over her scalp she traveled back to her
youth when her mother would do the same, her voice singing softly as she took
care of her little girl.
By the time he'd done with the brush she was in a sleepy, almost hypnotic state
of relaxa- tion. With a soft sigh of regret her eyes fluttered open and she
returned to the present. David turned her around and to her surprise started
applying a light layer of makeup. She'd never met a man that knew how to apply
makeup and as he gave her a light lip gloss she couldn't help but wonder where
he'd learned to do it. Finally he drew back and inspected her face with a
critical eye. She turned towards the mirror and looked at his handiwork. He'd
applied a very light layer of makeup, a little eye-shadow here, a light blush
there. It looked very professional.
"Where did you learn to do that?" she asked.
"Practice." he answered in his usual enigmatic way.
David helped her up and guided her to the center of the room. Telling her to
stay in place he turned away and retrieved some clothes from the cupboards.
Sharon had no idea how the clothes had so mysteriously appeared in the
cupboards, the last time she'd looked they had all been empty. David returned
with a few garments and dropped them on the bed.
"Can you please untie my hands," she said, fidgeting to make her point "My arms
are get- ting sore."
"Not yet." he said after a brief inspection.
"When then?" she pleaded. "I've spent the whole night like this."
"Don't nag." he replied, "It'll only make me postpone your release."
He was tying a very stringy black bikini top onto her chest. The two small
patches of fabric hardly covered half of her breasts.
"I don't understand why you need to keep me tied up like this? You know I can't
leave the room without you." she retorted, her voice sounding sulky.
The sharp slap to her rump was completely unexpected and she shrieked in shock.
Her mouth hung open in surprise and her blood rose to her face as the anger
built up inside her. Rather than wither in her ferocious gaze David acted as if
nothing had happened and he turned to the bed to retrieve the bikini bottom.
Sharon almost threw a tantrum there and then but luckily she managed to keep
herself under control. In a complete and rather chilly silence she stood
patiently and waited as David fastened the g-string bikini bottom onto her
hips. Using her shoulders as leverage he turned her around a few times as he in-
spected her ensemble. He seemed to be totally impervious to her icy cold anger
and that infuriated her even more. Finally he tied a long piece of rope to the
karada where it crossed over her belly button. He tied the other end of the
rope around his waist and de- spite her anger Sharon couldn't help but notice
the symbolism as their bodies were linked by a length of rope. David led the
way to the door, and exited the door. A few moments later a very hard pull on
the rope told her that her act of defiance wasn't appreciated and she had
little choice but to follow.
Sharon sat next to the pool and sighed. She was bored and horny at the same
time, a rather confusing state to be in. David had first fed her a nice fruity
breakfast before he fi- nally relented and untied her arms. However, he still
had her bound in the karada and he'd used the leash to guide her down to the
pool. They have been spending the greater part of the morning there while he
sat on a deck chair with a book and she amused herself in the pool. She
probably could have untied herself and made a break for it, after all, the only
thing keeping her there was a couple of knotted ropes. However, even if she
could rid her- self of the karada without him noticing she doubted she could
out-run David and besides, he'd just force her to come back by using the
remnants of the suit to control her. Instead she spent the morning floating
around in the water, using every opportunity to play with herself. Once she'd
come very close to an orgasm but David had given her a look that immediately
made her stop and reconsider. His eyes had been hard as nails and she had no
doubt that a line had been drawn in the sand. Despite her efforts to be
secretive about what she was doing David had known exactly what was going on.
She'd known that he didn't approve but he had made no effort to stop her. Only
when she approached orgasm did he make a move and she had instantly realized
that she was approaching the bounda- ries of what he would allow. After that
incident she'd spent the rest of the morning in frus- tration as she hovered
between the arousal caused by the rope and her almost over- whelming desire to
climax.
Sharon felt a firm tug on her leash and she woke from her dreamy gaze out over
the val- ley. David was still seated in his deck chair but he'd put the book
down and was devoting his attention to her. Again he pulled on the leash and
she slowly got up, wondering what it was he wanted. As she allowed herself to
be reeled in he rose from his lying position until he was seated upright in the
chair. As she reached his side he pulled her down onto his lap and gave her a
hard, long kiss. A part of her wanted to rebel, to ignore his advances and make
him understand how insulted she'd been at the slap, but as soon as their lips
met she caved in. Her resolve was blown away by the morning's long frustration
and the sensation of his arms circling around her body. Instead she melted into
him, moaning softly as his warm lips and probing tongue drove her to new
heights. She could feel his hands untying the bikini bottom and the ropes
running through her crotch. She returned the favor by untying the knot in the
front of his swimming trunks. They rolled over onto the deck chair and still
kissing, started probing each other's bodies. Sharon growled loudly as his
hands slipped in under her bikini top, cupping her breasts and squeezing her
nipples. They removed the last of the clothes in their way and she helped him
guide his member inside her. As they slowly rocked in unison she felt a
momentary thrill at making love out in the open but shortly afterwards her mind
left her.
Sharon took the boiling noodles off the stove and drained the water into the
sink. David was seated at the dining room table pretending to read his book but
she could feel his eyes on the back of her neck. Evidently he didn't trust her
with so many knives within her grasp and he was keeping a close watch on her
activities. She had actually considered using them but somehow she got the
feeling that she was being tested. She was in no mood to make a rash move only
to be thwarted and then punished for her actions. Be- sides, she still had the
afterglow of their lovemaking by the pool and she was in a con- tented, relaxed
mood. Being assigned the task of making lunch was keeping her hands occupied
and it helped to shift her attention from the karada's knotted ropes that he'd
re- fastened into her crotch. Shortly after withdrawing from her he'd
re-fastened the karada and told her to put on her bikini. The rope keeping them
attached to each other had not been removed and as she worked in the kitchen
she would occasionally find herself snared by it's strands twisting around her
ankles. She added some sliced salami and diced sausages to the pasta and added
a rich creamy sauce over the top. While she waited for the pasta to cool a bit
she set the table for lunch.
"Tell me how you managed to take me out of the house." she said as she placed
the pasta on the table. "I can't remember a thing of what happened that day."
David smiled to himself as she handed him a plate. "What was the last thing you
remem- ber?" he said cryptically and started digging in.
"Well, it's so long ago, but I do remember coming home, switching on the TV, and
starting with dinner. After dinner I undressed and took a long bath. The next
thing I remember is waking up and feeling as sick as a dog while wearing my new
metal companion."
He nodded, obviously this wasn't news to him. "What you don't know was that I'd
been at your house several times before that. I had to install the cameras so
that I could keep an eye on you. I did that long before I even thought of the
suit, at that stage I just wanted to know more about you."
She couldn't say that she was happy about the invasion but after all that had
happened it was just another fact that was beyond her control.
"Then, when I had finally perfected the suit and made my plans I had to find a
way of keeping you under. I had no intention of assaulting or confronting you
in the flat, that would have been messy and potentially dangerous for both of
us. Instead I studied your routine, watching and waiting for a clue as to how I
could get hold of you. I couldn't give you drugs because it is both dangerous,
and contrary to popular belief, very difficult to hide. In the real world of
espionage and criminals such drugs are usually given with liquor since that's
the only way to hide the taste. I had to find a safe, easy way of getting you
asleep without you knowing what was happening." His face beamed with a
self-satisfied smile. "When I eventually found the method it was so simple I
burst out laughing. You see, I soon discovered that you liked to take long,
luxurious baths as you returned from the of- fice. I suppose you found it
relaxing. All I did was add a little 'spice' to your bubble bath liquid. The
drug is a complicated concoction of chemicals that slowly turns to vapor when
it is released into water. There is a smell but with the strong scent of pine
needles coming off your bubble bath you never even noticed. You were asleep in
a matter of minutes after getting into the bath."
Sharon sighed deeply and with resignation. It seemed that her fate had been
sealed from the moment he'd discovered her photo and nothing she could or would
have done would have made the slightest bit of difference. "And after that?
What did you do that stole more than two days out of my life?"
"Well," he said as he finished the last of the food. "For one I had to remove
every hair from your body. That was quite a task in itself and I'm quite proud
of the job I did."
She nodded confirmation, after all this time her armpits, legs and sex were
still as bare as a newborn baby's bottom.
"Then there was the whole issue of building and refining the suit around your
body. I could do some things beforehand but for most of it I needed your body
and that meant doing everything in one hard push. I have to tell you I didn't
get a wink's sleep that whole week- end."
"And the large breasts?" she asked as she removed the cutlery from the table.
She'd tried to sound casual about the question but for her it was a painful and
sensitive issue. Rather than wait for his answer she turned around and busied
herself with the dishes. After sev- eral minutes of silence she finally couldn't
stand it any more and she turned around to face him.
His chin was resting in his hands and he was staring her directly in the face.
He waited patiently until she plucked up the courage to look him in they eye.
Only when he had her gaze locked into his did he finally answer. "I know you
are ashamed of your breasts. I know you think them small. But I'm telling you,
and I'm completely honest, that they are perfect."
She blushed and looked down at her feet. It was the first time she'd spoken to
anyone about her insecurity and his answer made her heart sing. She couldn't
help but smile as the tears formed in the corners of her eyes.
"They are the perfect size and are have the ideal shape. You should be proud of
them, not ashamed and insecure."
The compliment made her light headed and she felt the relief flood through her
body.
"I have never, in all my life, seen a more shapely set of hooters." he said with
a broad, in- fectious smile.
She giggled and turned back to the dishes, her body trembling as the relief
flushed over her. Instead she was pulled around as he reeled her in with the
leash. He had also risen and as she reached him he cupped her face in his
hands.
"Do you believe me?" he asked and when she nodded yes he tenderly kissed her
fore- head and her eyes. With a ferocious passion she grabbed onto his body and
kissed him hard on the mouth. After several minutes of hard kissing he bent
down and lifted her body into his arms. She clung to his neck as he carried her
to the bedroom, her heart pounding away in her chest. Something was still
bothering her but it was only when he lay her down on the bed that she could
finally manage to ask the question.
"I believe you, honestly I do," she said breathlessly as his hands roamed over
her burning flesh. "But I still don't understand. Why the large breasts on the
suit?"
By the time he answered her she could almost not hear his voice, her heart's
pounding was almost drowning out everything. Yet she managed to make out the
words and as he entered her she had to admit it made sense. After all, where
else could he have put the suit's batteries?
