Message-ID: <40746asstr$1044609003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <3E434EB3.000041.04470@ns.interchange.ca> From: "Zebulon" X-Fastmail-IP: [24.26.249.10] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 7 Feb 2003 01:14:11 -0500 (EST) Subject: {ASSM} Part 4 - Tall, Blond and Bound (MF, FF, Bond) Date: Fri, 7 Feb 2003 04:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw Part 4 - Tall, Blond and Bound This is a work of fiction in 14 parts. It is the fourth novel set in the same world as "The Training of Jeannie and Clair," "Blackmailed into Bondage," and "Staci Davis: Investigative Slave." It is approximately the same length as the other three novels. Zebulon No reference to real persons is intended. It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery and language. If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it. Feedback is welcome. Zebulon@fastmail.ca All Zebulon's work is posted here: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Zebulon/www/ This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is being posted. (MF, FF, Bond) - - - - - Part 4 - Tall, Blond and Bound by Zebulon * * * * * A week after the abduction of Sheryl and Marcie, the Eagle moved Andrea upstairs. She was given a very small room next to the basement door and no longer had to sleep in bondage. Her neck collar came off. She was allowed to use a real bathroom with a real toilet and a shower with hot water. A small voice in the back of her head kept prompting her to think about escape. But from the views she was able to steal from various windows she knew that the house was well back from any road and in the middle of a large walled-in estate. Screaming wouldn't help. If she managed to get out she wouldn't know which way to go. And if she tried and failed. . . . She didn't even want to think about that. Besides which, her training was so far along that she no longer gave serious thought to rebellion. The first time Master Vincent left for the afternoon without leaving her restrained, Andrea's mind was eaten up with the possibilities. She went through her assigned afternoon routines faithfully, but all she could think of was walking out the front door. Nothing seemed to be preventing her. Yet she couldn't even bring herself to deviate from her careful set of chores. The next day was worse. And the third day was the worst of all. She found herself by the front door with her hand hovering over the knob. She stood like that for a very long time, but couldn't bring herself to touch it. After that, things got easier. She no longer thought about leaving at all. She found herself trying very hard to get things exactly right for her Master. And she was making significant progress. A week after moving upstairs the Eagle set up a bed in her small room. Andrea found a frilly pink nightgown lying across the pillow. She hadn't slept in a real bed or worn a stitch of clothing since her abduction. When she first saw it she stood weeping. Then she heard a voice from behind. "You're doing well. Keep it up." Without thinking Andrea turned and kissed her Master on the cheek. She was immediately aware of the indiscretion and braced herself for punishment. But he only smiled at her, reached around, and patted her naked fanny. "That's all right," he said, "I understand." Then more sternly, "Just don't let it happen again." "Yes, Master," she replied meekly and with genuine gratitude, "I'll be careful." "I know you will, dear heart." That evening they made love in her tiny room, on the new bed. And for the first time, they were making love and not merely having sex. Her Master appeared at her door soon after she prepared herself for bed. Andrea was in her pretty new nightgown. She was sitting on the side of the bed enjoying the feel of the soft, silky cloth against her skin, running one hand slowly and sensuously up and down the other arm, when she became aware of him watching her. She blushed. Then she shuddered, fearing the unknown. He never came to her after bedtime. Then she noticed the gentle, approving look on his face and relaxed. He smiled at her and she blushed again. "What do you wish of me, Master," she asked. It was one of the proper protocols for a slave who became aware of her Master's scrutiny. "I was wondering how long it would take you to remember to ask that." His words were reproachful, but his tone was not unkind. Andrea dropped down on her knees before him. "Please, Master," she said, "forgive my lapse." Then she quickly added, "Is there anything I can do to serve you." Her face, as was proper, was oriented toward her Master's feet. Her hands hung limply at her sides. "Let me look at you in your new finery." She stood and turned in a slow circle. "You kissed me this afternoon." The fear returned. "I'm terribly sorry, Master . . ." "Hush," he interrupted her. "Think carefully about this question before answering: Would it give you pleasure to thank me properly?" This was the first time since her arrival that anything had been said or even implied about her pleasure. She was confused. Was it a test? Was it a trap? She quickly decided that all she could do was speak the truth. And the truth, she was almost startled to realize was, `yes.' Yes, it would give her pleasure. Andrea bit her lip and nodded. The Eagle walked up to his gorgeous blond in her frilly nightgown. She didn't know what to do and just stood there. He reached up and gently massaged her breast through the soft fabric. The feel of his hand rubbing through the flimsy cloth caused her nipple to explode into a full erection. She sucked a breath in through her teeth. It was the single most erotic moment of her life. And that realization confused her even more. Still massaging the breast, the Eagle brought his other hand forward to caress her pubic mound, also through the silky cloth. She was already wet and the fabric clung slightly to the soft rolls of flesh. Andrea closed her eyes. She found that she had involuntarily spread her legs at her Master's touch. For a long while she just stood there, luxuriating in the feel of her Master's hands. He switched hands, bringing his one hand down to her pussy and the other up to the opposite breast. The nipple was already rock hard. There was a growing damp spot on the cloth at her crotch. He pulled up the fabric of her nightgown in little stages until he could slip his hand under the hem and massage her wet slit and clit directly. Then, slowly and jerkily Andrea brought her hands up. She began massaging her Master's shoulders and the sides of his neck. He leaned forward and kissed her. He was still dressed and she was standing in bare feet so their mouths were almost exactly level. Andrea tilted her head almost without thinking and parted her lips. Her mouth was soft and relaxed. He slipped his tongue into hers. He felt her press up against him and kiss back with a surprising passion. He dropped the cloth of her nightgown and brought both hands up behind her neck. She could smell her own musk on his fingers. Somehow it excited her even more. He undid the fastener that held the nightgown closed. He slipped it off her shoulders and it fell into a pile of cloth around her feet. Then laying his fingers gently on the skin of her neck, he raked them softly down her chest, stopping to squeeze each nipple separately. He continued down her belly and around her sides until his hands were cupping Andrea's ass cheeks. By this time, she had completely wrapped her arms around him and was breathing passionately through her nose as she continued the lengthy kiss. The Eagle pulled himself gently away and took a step back. He spread his legs slightly and held his arms out. Without a word, Andrea came up and removed his clothes. As each piece came off, she carefully folded it and lay it on the floor. When she had finished slipping off his pants and underwear, she found herself face level with his erect cock. Almost without thinking, Andrea took her Master's penis in her mouth and began to artfully lick and suck. She dropped the last of his clothes and brought one had up to clasp the back of his leg. With the other she gently fondled his balls. The Eagle ran his hands through her hair and savored her complete submission. After a while he pulled her face off. He stepped over to the little bed and lay down. Andrea quickly folded the rest of his clothes and came to him. She was suddenly eager to practice what she had learned. Andrea felt as jittery and unsure of herself as the time she first made love. It seemed a lifetime ago. She started by kissing her Master's feet and sucking on his toes. She worked her way up his leg with her tongue. She was just about to start in again on his penis when he asked, "What would give you pleasure?" It was that question again. But this time it didn't scare her. "Master?" she asked. "Go ahead," he said, "it is my will." Andrea stood up on the bed and carefully placed her feet on either side of her Master's face. He had taught her this Japanese technique a week earlier, but hadn't practiced it yet. He was lying face up and she was facing the wall. Slowly she lowered herself into a squat, putting her hands flat against the wall for balance. As her legs bent, the pussy spread open. She felt her Master's breath on her soft flesh. She lowered her self carefully a few more inches and felt his mouth on her widely spread lips. The flesh was wet, the clit inflated and throbbing. His tongue and lips played intricate little games, nipping and licking, kneading and squeezing. Her breath came in little sips and then great wracking sobs. Andrea's legs were getting tired, but it felt so good. She realized that she needed to build up more strength in her legs and resolved to do so. He might normally have drawn this out for a long time, but he could feel the muscles in her legs beginning to tremble with the effort of holding the position so he quickly brought her to climax. She almost went crazy bouncing on his face as the orgasm overwhelmed her. She was crying and sobbing with the exertion and the pleasure. Then she felt him place his hands on her ass cheeks and press upward. Obediently, she stood. "Would you like me to fuck you?" he asked, as she stood over him. He looked up past her glistening pussy, firm belly, heaving breasts. He looked directly into those wondrous blue eyes. Andrea didn't even have to think about the answer, "Oh yes, Master." He grinned up at her, "Do you want it in your pussy or up the ass?" And with a grin of her own she said, "Both." So he laid her on the bed and got on top. He slid into her wet throbbing pussy and let himself rut away as he kissed her breasts, neck and face. She by turns would rub his back or gently scratch the skin on his neck and sides. She returned his kisses with her full passion. After a few hot sweaty minutes, he exploded into her and cried out as he came. Andrea hugged him tightly to herself and started to weep. After a brief rest, the Eagle kissed her again. He rolled her onto her belly. He again positioned himself between her legs and pulled first one leg and then the other up and to the sides of the bed. He had her pull her hands down between her legs and instructed her to masturbate as he fucked her. This was something new and Andrea found herself getting excited all over again. She started to rub herself and felt his hands at her twat and anus. She was soon quite wet and he was milking that sweet wetness from her cunt to slather her anal opening. Once it was lubricated enough to suit him, he pressed up against her and slowly pressed his large prick into her rear hole. She grunted and sighed with pleasure. Her fingers sped up. It didn't take long before each was on the verge of another delicious climax. Andrea was careful to pace herself to be sure her Master came first. It was hard, especially with the feel of his balls slapping up against her cunt. But she held off until she heard him cry out and felt the throbbing explosion in her ass. Then she quickly finished herself off, writhing and moaning beneath him. It had, without doubt, been the greatest, most satisfying sexual encounter in her life. When he finally collected his clothes and left, the last thing he said to her was, "If you keep making this kind of progress, I'll have to invite you to share my big bed." Andrea drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face. She was determined to make lots of progress. * * * * * The yacht carrying Sheryl and Marcie docked in the early hours of the morning. It pulled into a huge boathouse. Large wooden doors shut behind it. Sheryl had slept fitfully. She was in the middle of another bad dream when her sack was jerked roughly upright. She woke in a cold sweat and could hear muted voices from afar. With a grunt, someone hoisted and carried her. The voices got louder. She was set down, none too gently, on a hard surface. She heard a woman laugh harshly. Sheryl felt hands touching her through the heavy cloth, identifying her posture. A gruff male voice said, "Don't move, sweetheart." A knife blade cut through the fabric and made a long downward slice. Sheryl's first view in the dim light was of a wooden pier and shiny black high-heeled boots. The sack was pulled off and she found herself looking up at the owner of the boots--a very attractive Hispanic girl dressed in little more than the boots and leather straps. Her breasts were fully exposed. She wasn't wearing panties. She was studying Sheryl with an appraising expression and holding a coiled leather thong in her hand. Sheryl caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. It was the backside of a naked girl being led away into a dark tunnel. In the dim light it was hard to be sure, but Sheryl knew it must be Marcie. There was something strange about her walk, but she couldn't tell what. She was about to find out. "You're not going to give me trouble, are you gringo?" the girl asked, slapping the thong with considerable force against her own palm. Sheryl quickly shook her head in the negative. Her gag prevented any other answer. The girl bent over and looked into her eyes. "You're scared, yes?" Sheryl nodded. The tears flowing again. "Good. You stay that way." Then she directed one of the deck hands to, "cut her loose, like the other." Soon Sheryl was standing before the imposing brunette with only her hands still tied behind her back. Even in her bare feet and with the other girl's spiked heels, Sheryl was several inches taller. "Don't move, bitch," the girl ordered and moved around behind her. Sheryl felt the leather thong being tied in a loose noose around her neck. She felt her bound wrists being hoisted up to the middle of her back. The thong was wrapped around the wrists and a knot was added. Her hands were now linked to the back of her neck and she had to work to keep her arms up to avoid being choked. The girl brought the thong down between her legs from behind and up the front of her body, between her breasts, to the front of the noose around her neck. She threaded the strap through the front of the noose and cinched it tightly, until Sheryl could feel the leather biting into the tender flesh between her ass cheeks and in her pussy slit. She cried out into the gag. But the other girl only hitched the thong even tighter. She tied another knot locking the restraint in place and started off, holding the free end of the thong like a leash. Obediently, Sheryl followed, suddenly understanding the awkward gait of her friend. There was a long uncomfortable march through an even more dimly lit tunnel. The rough gravel surface was hard on her feet. The rough leather thong chaffed her tender skin. Her arms ached. Her mouth ached. The skin on her wrists and ankles was red and sore. The girl would jerk the thong at odd intervals. She was terrified and wondered if this nightmare would ever end. They walked through a door into a well-lit courtyard of some grand villa. Under very different circumstances, Sheryl would have been delighted and found it charming, romantic, and a little majestic. It was full of scrolled iron- work, grand arches, sculpture, fountains, hanging plants and singing birds in gilded cages. Marcie, who was bound exactly as she, was standing uncomfortably next to one of the ornate water fountains. Her leash was held by a short redhead who was dressed just like the brunette. Marcie looked over at her with an expression of pure misery. Sheryl looked over at her as they came up and her tormentor yanked the leash and barked, "Eyes forward, bitch." For a long ten minutes they stood like that. Then a far door opened and a man and woman walked toward them. The man was very tall and dressed entirely in white. He reminded Sheryl of a rich plantation owner in a late night movie. The woman was short and had dark hair. She was dressed just like the other two except that her breasts were covered with a black bra and she was wearing black panties. She carried a leather riding crop. The man looked quite pleased. The woman looked pissed. They weren't talking as they walked up. Even through her pain and terror, Sheryl could tell they had been arguing. "You see," the man finally said, shaking a finger at the two bound girls. He had a foreign accent that Sheryl couldn't place. "You see," he repeated, "The tall one, she is perfect. My little Ratte, he does fine work. We don't need your fancy collectors." "That isn't the point, Hector," the woman replied harshly. "There are issues of discipline and security here." "Bah!" said Hector as he reached the girls. He was the same height as Sheryl. He reached out to touch her face. Sheryl involuntarily flinched away. The girl holding her leash yanked her roughly back. Trembling, Sheryl held still and endured the man's hands. He examined her face, pressed her breasts, bent her over and examined her ass. He stood her up again and pressed her pussy flesh around the leather thong. The woman was watching Hector, not the two girls. Despite her small size, or perhaps because of it, she had an extremely powerful look. There was something frightening about her. She cleared her throat scornfully. Hector turned back and said, "Mistress Tina, you worry too much." She slashed her crop against her own leg with a cracking sound that made everyone but Hector start. "Hector! We will settle this now." He had been pushing Mistress Tina since she and her personal slave had arrived less than a month earlier. He had pressured her use the Hispanic girl as an apprentice. As stable Mistress, she was supposed to have complete control of staffing, recruitment and training. But as a gesture of good faith she had agreed to take on the girl. There had been other minor frictions. And now, there was this surprise recruitment. "Either I am in charge of this stable or I am not. If I am, we will do things my way. From now on I will have final say on all recruitment operations. I will train and keep who I chose. If not, so help me I will take Michelle and leave this very day. Remember that you are dealing with the Mart." For the first time, Hector was brought up short. His brow furrowed and storm clouds rose in his face. Mistress Tina wasn't intimidated in the slightest. The clouds suddenly broke and Hector said, with considerable mildness, "Of course, Tina-mia, you are right. Let us go and discuss this. I'm sure we can arrange things to your satisfaction." Mistress Tina nodded at him once curtly. She knew he was only humoring her. Tina thought to herself, 'If I don't fix this now, the trouble will only get worse.' She shot a fierce look at the redhead holding Marcie's thong and said, "Examine these two thoroughly, I'll expect a complete report in the morning." She then turned to Hector and said, "OK, let's talk." They left as abruptly as they had entered. * * * * * - - - - - -End of Part 4 - Tall, Blond and Bound - Zebulon - This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is being posted. _________________________________________________________________ http://fastmail.ca/ - Fast Secure Web Email for Canadians ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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