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The Valley.     Part 5




"I want to go home."  Melissa said from the stairway.
Alan and I let go of each other, we had no idea how long she had been
standing there.
"I don't advise it."  Alan said.
"I don't care. I want to go home."
"Your injuries still need attention, Melissa.  I couldn't let you go in the
state you're in." Argued Alan.
"Please stay."  I added.
"You don't understand. I have to go." She said. "You guys may not have
realized this, but at some point those cops are going to want to go check
out Eric's house. When they do, they will find our clothes and the bondage
room. More importantly, since my purse is still there, they will find my
ID."
"But they know about you already." I said.
"But they have no idea that I know about the bondage room." Melissa
countered.  She walked into the room and over to where Alan kept a few
bottles of liquor. The long sleeved men's shirt I had her put on to cover
her arms, flapped loosely as she walked. She wore nothing else over her
tender skin.
"Some of my stuff is in that room.  For them to place me there means
answering questions I don't want to answer. For them to find my purse and
ID there, when I'm here, will also prompt questions." She poured herself a
drink, and swallowed half of it quickly, as if trying not to taste it.
I went over to her, my hands on her shoulders.
"There's nothing we can do about that," I told her, "Is there?"  I turned
to Alan.
"Not for a while." He said. "The cops will be busy up the road dealing with
Eric and his car for a while yet. They may wonder where we're going if we
try to leave now. Especially since you're supposed to be in bed with a
migraine, Melissa."
"They couldn't stop you leaving though, right?" She asked.
"No.  If they ask I could tell them I was just going into town."
"Wait a minute."  I said. "Are you seriously thinking about getting back
into Eric's house again?  What if the police catch you in there?"
We stood silently for a few minutes.
"I'll take that risk." Alan said. Even though he was dead tired, I could
see that he meant what he said.
Melissa smiled and moved toward him. Her arms circled him and she gave him
as hard a hug as she dared despite the injuries to her front.  I watched
and felt a pang of jealousy creep into my heart.
"Oh Alan. This is the second time you will have come to my rescue."  She
told him.
Alan looked rather nervous and extracted himself from her embrace. "I'll
only do it, if Maria agrees." He said.
"We do it, if you can stay awake long enough." I said after a moments
thought, and Alan nodded.  "But Melissa stays. She is supposed to be ill."
"Then you have to stay too." She said. "They will wonder why you aren't
looking after me."
"No. I plan on going. There is one more thing they will find that will make
them ask questions.  My car!"
"Ohmygod." said Melissa.
"You may have to sneak me out past the police. Any ideas Alan?" I asked
him.
"I have an idea." He replied.
Twenty minutes later, I was in a very tight situation. The only place to
hide me was the tool carrier bolted to the bed of his truck.  Alan had
taken out all the tools and had me crouch down inside. He closed the lid
and locked it, so it wouldn't pop open accidentally he said, although I
think he was just taking the opportunity to place me in a form of bondage
again.  It was cramped, dark, and I could barely move a muscle.  I liked it
a lot!
Melissa wanted to go in my place, but after I tried the tool box I told her
that with her injuries she would never be able to stand being cooped up in
there, so she resigned herself to staying at home.
We got past the police okay. They didn't stop us or ask us anything, which
surprised me.  The plan was for Alan to drive a little ways and then let me
out, but as time went on I began to realize that Alan was going to take me
the whole way there trapped in this box. 
The bastard!
I was quite sore, and getting a little mad, when he finally pulled over and
let me out.  The big smile on his face took the anger away from me, but I
pretended to be a little mad, and he pretended to be sorry.
I saw we were just on the outskirts of town. Alan told me he didn't want to
let me out in the middle of a busy neighborhood. I had to agree.
We reached Eric's house and drove slowly past it. My car was where I had
left it, and the house looked deserted. No police tape or vehicles
anywhere.
We turned around and pulled into the drive way.
We got out and I made a bee line for my car.  I still had my keys, they
were in one of my bags. I started the car and pulled it away from the
house, parking it a couple of blocks away. I walked back to Eric's feeling
very strange.  All I was wearing was a large T-shirt and shorts that were a
little big for me.  Padding along in my bare feet in front of all these
houses made me feel like I was doing it nude.
I walked into Eric's house to find Alan stuffing clothes into a couple of
plastic bags.  I reached for one intending to find something better to
wear.
"Stop." Alan said.
I did.
Alan took my wrists and looked me deeply in the eyes.
"I want to know something." He said.
"What would you like to know?"
"I want to know what your intentions are for the next few days."
"What do you mean?"  I was puzzled.
"Are we going to go on playing our games. Or do you want to stop?"  He
asked me. His expression was very serious, although the glaze in his eyes
told me he couldn't function much longer.
I really didn't know.  It seemed somewhat callous to think of bondage games
right now, with Eric dead.  Yet I couldn't help feel a tingle of pleasure
at Alan's touch. The firm grip he had on my wrists made them feel like they
were trapped in vises. 
"Yes. I want to go on." I whispered.
He leaned forward and kissed me.
"If you want to go on," he said, "stay dressed as you are. Don't put on any
of your clothes."
I nodded and left the bags alone.  I looked up toward the stairway.
"I want to see the room." I said.
"We've been here too long already."  replied Alan.
"It's important."  It was.  I had to see where Melissa suffered. It would
help me get a better idea of what she went through so I could help her.
Alan nodded and lead me up.
The door to the bondage room was open and standing in the doorway was as
far as I could go.
The walls were thick with cloth covered insulation.  There was no sign of
the window that would be visible from the outside. The ceiling was also
covered and the floor was bare wood. Hung from hooks on the walls were a
large assortment of cuffs, harness's, whips, paddles, ropes and chains. 
There was a collection of bondage hoods and armbinders stacked on shelves
and what looked like a full sized mummy bag hung in one corner. Filling the
rest of the shelves were dildos and vibrators galore. A hoist hung from a
swivel hook in the ceiling to which a spreader bar was connected. This was
where Melissa had hung for two days. There was no sign of Eric's jacket and
cell phone, he must have picked them up. He also must have tidied the place
up a bit for there was no way to tell which of the dildos had been
Melissa's torturers.  I took one last look around the room before leaving
it.
At any other time, in any other place, I would have drooled over all these
bondage toys and would have wanted to try all of them. But, knowing who had
used them on Melissa, and maybe other unwilling women, made me want to
leave.
Alan watched as I picked up the two plastic bags with our stuff.
"Lets go." I said.
We got in his truck and he drove me over to my car. I put the bags in the
back seat after extracting Melissa's purse, and then Alan followed me over
to my own home.
I lived in a small house in an older part of town. It was the only thing I
had from my parents, who died a few years back.  Unlike Melissa, who lived
off a trust fund established by her parents who died in the same accident
that killed my folks, this was all the legacy they could give me.  I loved
the house, for it was comfortable and private.
I parked in the garage and Alan pulled up right in front of the garage
door.  The garage being in the rear of the house meant that his truck was
pretty much invisible from the street.
I wanted to go into the house, but I knew we didn't have the time.  We had
to get back quickly in case the police decided to revisit Alan's home.
With a longing glance at the house I walked back to Alan's truck.
He had gotten out and was standing by the truck bed.
"We might as well get you back in here."  He said, patting the tool box.
"Can't we wait until we get closer in? I can drive while you nap for a
while."
"I'll be okay. You don't have to worry about me falling asleep at the
wheel."
"Well,  I think I have bruises from riding in that thing."
"Where?" he asked, and I showed him my knees and elbows.
"Take off your shirt."  He ordered.
"What?"
"Take it off, and the shorts."  He was smiling, his evil smile. I knew I
was in trouble.
I looked around even though I knew I wouldn't be seen by anybody. The
privacy fence at one end of the small yard and the thick growth of trees
and bushes made this place very private. I pulled off the shirt and shorts
and handed them to Alan.
He took them and folded them up to make two pads on the bottom of the tool
box for my knees and elbows.
"There you go!"  He said.
With humph I climbed up and crouched once more inside the box.  He laughed
as he closed and locked the lid again.
I endured the bumping around and the confinement while reflecting on the
fact that for all the time I had spent there, I had never seen the way
either to or from Alan's valley.
When we finally made it back to Alan's house, I was tired, crabby and
needed to pee badly.
Alan, remedied the second by giving me a long hard kiss once I had gotten
out of the box, and sent me inside to remedy the third. The first would
have to wait for just a little longer.
Alan was going into his room when I came out of the bathroom, but I
wondered where Melissa was.  I peeked into the spare room and saw her
sprawled across the top of the bed. She had taken off the shirt and lay
there naked on her front.  She was sleeping and I stood and watched her for
a few minutes, thinking about her in the bondage room and crying once more
at her fate.
I left her and went into Alan's room.  He had undressed and crawled into
bed. He lay with his eyes open, watching me.
Since I was already naked I just crawled in next to him.
"Look at the foot board." He said quietly.
I looked and saw an ankle cuff, connected to a short chain.
I stuck my foot out of the covers and locked it around my ankle. When I
turned back, Alan's eyes were closed and his breathing becoming more even.
He had stayed awake long enough to make sure I would stay with him.  He 
need not have done that, I would have any way.
I snuggled closer to him and drifted off to sleep myself.

I woke about an hour later according to Alan's wrist watch. I felt a lot
better, but was hungry and saw that it was supper time. 
I pulled at the cuff around my ankle but it was locked with a short piece
of chain to the foot board.  I wasn't leaving the bed.  It had seemed like
a good idea an hour ago, but looking at Alan's sleeping face, I wondered if
I had the heart to wake him up to ask for the key.
I was still debating it a half hour later when there was a knock at the
door.
Melissa stepped in wearing the long sleeved shirt and saw Alan asleep next
to me.
She came over to my side of the bed.
"I made something for us to eat, you hungry?" she whispered.
"Starving," I replied, "but I'm stuck here unless you find the key."
She looked puzzled until I shook my leg and made the chain jingle.
She looked around the bed and dug into Alan's pants pockets.  There were no
keys in it so she looked around the room and discovered them on an empty
bookshelf.
A little fiddling and the cuff came off, and we tip toed out of the room.
I had grabbed a T-shirt on my way out and wore it as we ate in the kitchen.
 Melissa had put together some rice and vegetables and as we ate I filled
her in on what we had done at Eric's.  She seemed to be a little more
relaxed at the news that nothing of ours now remained at his place. After
we had cleaned up, I suggested anther dip in the hot tub and she agreed.
Naked in the tub once more, I could feel the hot jets of water pummeling
the tension away and even Melissa looked better.
"How are you doing?" I asked her.
"Right now I'm trying not to think." She replied after a moment.  "All I
want to do is enjoy this water."
I wasn't sure what to say.
"You know," she went on, "I was so glad that you were here last night.  You
really helped me."
"What else could I do?" I replied.
"With out you I would be very alone. Did you know that?"
Yes I knew. while her life was filled with one man after another, I knew
that none ever really touched her heart. I don't think even Eric had done
that.
"You're all the family I have."  I told her.
"You too." she said smiling.  "Hug?"
She moved across the tub and took me in her arms.  I was very surprised and
didn't know what to do with my own arms.
For one thing I didn't want to hurt her, and for another, despite all the
crazy things we had done we had never touched face to face while being
naked.
I felt her breasts press into mine, her bare skin smooth to the touch. one
of her legs passed between mine and I had to push forward to maintain my
balance.  We were both standing in the middle of the tub, the jets of water
pounding from all sides as if to hold us in place. The water came up to our
waists. I put my hands on Melissa's shoulders, and we stood like that for a
while before she finally let go.
She pulled back only a little way, and held onto my arms. I watched the
water falling from her nipples. I don't know why my attention was drawn to
them.
"I'm sorry." She said,pulling my attention to her face. "I guess I'm
feeling a little shaken right now.
"That's okay." I said, sinking back into the water.
She smiled and looked around at the rapidly darkening landscape.
"This is a nice place." she whispered
I nodded, wondering at the change of subject. I looked around. With the sun
almost down there was very little to see. The yard light lit up the front
of the house, but not the back.
Melissa climbed out of the tub, and stood naked on the ground.  She started
for the trees, making no move toward where her shirt lay.
"Hey!" I called out.  "Where are you going?"
"Just for a walk."
"In the dark?"
"I...just need to be alone for a while, okay?"
"I don't think you should be out there!"  I had to shout for she was moving
away quickly. Already I almost couldn't see her.
"I'll be fine, just be here when I get back."
I watched her until she disappeared.
I don't know why I was so freaked out by her hugging me right now. Or my
response to it.
I'm sure she didn't mean anything sexual at all, yet I felt that familiar
twinge, that charge along my skin.
I dunked myself in the hot water in an effort to wash it away.

I was sitting in front of the fireplace, a large fire burning brightly,
when Melissa came back in.
It had been almost three hours, the last one with rain, and I was getting
rather worried.  I had thought of waking Alan, but watching him I didn't
think it wise.
She was still naked, and drenched.  I passed a towel to her that I had
gotten when it started raining, and she dabbed lightly at her body in an
effort to dry off.
"Where did you go?" I asked her.
"Around. I just followed the trails."  She didn't look at me, she just kept
drying herself. When she was done she wrapped her hair up in the towel and
moved to the fire.
I had another shirt for her and tried to give it to her, but she refused
it. Instead she squatted down right in front of the fire to absorb it's
warmth directly.
"You'll catch a chill." I said.
"Well, you're not wearing one." She told me.
It was true, I wasn't, after the hot tub I just didn't feel like getting
dressed again.  "I wasn't out in the rain."
"You should have been. It was glorious."  She laughed a little.
I came and sat next to her and the two of us stared at the flames. Two nude
nymphs, toasting our private parts.
"Why do you like bondage?"  She asked me after a while.
"I guess I like to feel restrained." I answered.
"No, tell me the real reason."
I paused to think about what I was going to say.  How to word it so that
she would understand.
"I guess I do it to feel free."  I finally said.
"You guess?"
"It's hard to put into words."
"You feel free when you are tied up?"
"Yeah.  Its like all my options are gone. I don't mean in a way that leaves
me trapped to do one thing, but in a way that means I don't have to worry
about having options.  Its like seeing the path you have to take in life
suddenly cleared.  All you have to do is enjoy the walk."
"I think I see what you mean." She said.
"I like letting someone else make decisions for me." I continued. " How I
may move, when I may move, whether I move at all.
When I am tied down, immobile, and someone makes love to me. It can be one
of the most intense moments in my life."
Melissa looked away for a moment.  "I can understand that very well." She
whispered.  "I never lived so intensely than when I spent time with Eric. 
With him, every second of my life seemed to be stretched out and lived to
its absolute fullest.  I was never so aware of my body.  What it wanted,
what it craved, what it's strengths were, it's weaknesses...  Even....even
during the most terrible whippings that he gave me, I still felt so much
more than I did before I met him...."
Melissa turned back to me and her eyes were overflowing with tears.  She
began to shudder and the emotional floodgates that I thought would never
open, broke down.  Her sobs were loud and powerful, they came from deep
down.  She reached for me and I held her tightly, this time not concerned
with hurting her skin. She needed the comfort of my embrace more than my
being careful of her injuries.
We sat in front of the fire, leaning on each other, hugging tightly while
she cried herself out.
As her sobs began to die down, I again began to feel sexually stimulated by
our closeness.  I was both embarrassed and excited by this.  Never before
had I ever felt any sexual feelings for any woman, but Melissa and I had
known each other for a long time, and in some weird way it seemed perfectly
natural to feel this way now.
I pulled back slightly and brushed the tears from her face with one finger.
Then I leaned forward and kissed her softly.
I felt Melissa take a breath, then return the kiss.  Her body moved forward
so that it pressed into mine, and I had to lean back until I lay on the
rug.
She continued to kiss me, and I responded willingly although I felt
something was missing. With a guilty start I realized what it was.
With no small effort, I sat up and put a finger to her lips.  She watched
in silence as I got up and walked out of the room, only to return minute
later. I saw her smile as I came back. The smile grew when she saw what I
was carrying.
Rope.
I handed it to her and crossed my wrists in front of me.
How she bound me was quite an experience in it self.
She began by binding my hands behind me, using lots of turns to build a
series of loops that locked my wrists together completely. I was puzzled
when she tied it off leaving at least eight feet of rope dangling.   She
took two more long pieces and tied each of them to my ankles, again using
lots of turns.
She had me kneel in front of the fire, facing it about 6 feet away. The
heat at this distance was felt, but not uncomfortable.  Behind me she tied
each of the ankle ropes to something that made me spread my legs. Then she
took the rope that hung from my wrists, and passed it through my legs so it
lay in front of me.
Taking my shoulders in her hands, she helped me lay on my back, my legs
doubled up at the knees.  Then she picked up the end of the wrist rope and
passed it through part of the metal grill in front of the fire.  Instead of
tying it off however, she used the grill as a pulley to draw my bound hands
between my legs.
To accommodate her pulling, I had to arch my back. This lifted my hips up
off the floor higher and higher until I was bowed like an arch.
The strain was great, but not to uncomfortable, I couldn't slide back as
long as she held on to the rope, and with my legs open this position
exposed me very well.
Melissa tied the rope off and I was set.
She kept me like that for a long time while she made love to me. She would
kneel between my legs and nibble at my exposed clitoris, caressing it
slowly with her tongue. She would run her hands all over my body, pinching
and caressing where ever she desired.  Her fingers and lips found my
breasts more than once and she would drive me mad with her soft attentions.
 All the men I had ever know had, without exception, used my body roughly. 
They didn't mean to, it's just that most men seem to mistake force for
passion. They think that the sooner and harder they bring their partner to
orgasm, the better they have done their job.  Forget it guys.  Slow, ever
so slow, is the true way to a woman's heart.  Melissa brought me there ever
so slowly.
She didn't neglect herself either. A lot of the time she knelt with her
pussy directly over my mouth, and I used my own tongue to pleasure her as
she pleasured me.  While I had tasted my own juices (sometimes forced to),
hers was the only other woman's I had ever tried. I enjoyed the experience
very much.
When finally she fingered me to ecstasy, while I reciprocated with my
tongue, I had been kept in the same position for what seemed like hours.
I felt wonderful.
Melissa untied the rope from the fire grating and I slipped into a more
comfortable position. Once my legs were free, I was able to stretch out.  I
was still shaking, the after affects of the wonderful orgasm I had just
had. My skin was warm and sweaty from both the physical exertion and the
fire which had died somewhat over the time we had spent together.
Melissa lay down next to me, face to face, but with her head pointed the
other way.  One hand caressed my belly as we talked. My hands were still
bound behind me.
"Thank you."  She said, her voice slow and quiet.
"I..er..didn't expect it to go that way." I told her honestly.
"I know, but it felt right didn't it?"  She responded.
I just nodded.
"You know," she went on, "I have often wondered, what it would be like
between us."
She had?  I had never even thought about it before.
"I'm glad I finally got to find out." She finished.
"What now?" I asked her.
She smiled.  "Now?  Now I could use some sleep, you tired me out!"  We both
laughed.
"No, I mean between us?"  I asked slowly.
"Let's not think about that right now." She answered thoughtfully.  "Right
now, it's bedtime."
She helped me stand up and taking the rope in her hands, led me up the
stairs. 
We got a few minutes in the bathroom, and Melissa embarrassed me by wiping
me herself after I was done.  I wondered if there was to be any part of my
life that my friend wouldn't be a part of.
I ended my day back in bed with Alan, who had slept through it all.  My
ankle was put back in the ankle cuff, my hands were left bound behind me,
and the free end of that rope was tied off to the head board. I could
neither move up or down the bed, or reach over to hold Alan, which was
something I wanted to do in the afterglow of the sex we had just had.
With a kiss Melissa said goodnight before popping in my ball gag, and stole
off to her own room.
I fell asleep almost immediately.



End of Part 5



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