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The Valley   Part 6




It was the light touch on my clitoris that woke me.
I opened my eyes, but could see nothing. The familiar feeling of a
blindfold caressed my cheeks.
The touch came again, and I squirmed in my bonds. I hoped it was Alan, but
whoever it was would know I was awake now.
I wriggled my fingers, glad to see that the ropes that held my hands
together had not cut off the blood supply.
The touch came again and that old familiar feeling took over and I wriggled
my ass. With the gag in my mouth I had no other way of asking for more.
I felt two hands circle round either side of me and squeeze my breasts. I
was lying on my front, so the hands had to dig under my body to get to
them.
Fingers pinched my nipples and pulled at my breasts. I began to pant behind
my gag at the rough treatment they were getting.
The hands moved and I felt my hips being lifted.  I tucked in my legs,
noticing that my ankle cuff had been removed, and rested on my knees. My
head and shoulders were still pressed to the bed, but now my ass was high
in the air.
Rope around each knee, and my legs were spread.  From behind I must appear
very open, very vulnerable. I moaned.
The hands returned to my breasts, and I could feel something at my sex,
probing and teasing.
I tried to push back, to force the intruder into me, but the hands pulled
my breasts up so I could not move.
On and on I was teased, the rough treatment of my breasts conflicting with
the delicate caressing of my pussy lips and clitoris.  I moaned louder and
moved as much as I could under the onslaught, which wasn't much.
I was getting very frustrated, when suddenly the intruder burst into me.
The shock almost set me off, but I couldn't quite get there.
I expected Alan, I knew it was him for I heard him sigh, to pull out and
begin pumping me, but instead he pulled back ever so slowly before pushing
back into me at the same speed. He began to pump me so slowly I could
barely tell he was moving, yet the friction generated was incredible.
I don't know how he had the will power to make it last so long, but I swear
he must have taken a full hour to destroy me with fore play before
finishing me off.  
Our combined orgasm was enough to bounce the bed, and it was only when we
heard Melissa pounding on the wall from the guest bedroom, yelling at us to
keep it down that we stopped and broke out laughing.
It was a good start to a day, a very good start.  
Alan left me bound, cum dripping down my thighs, while he did his bathroom
routine.  I heard him and Melissa exchange morning pleasantries and hoped
that he had closed the bedroom door. Even after our love making the night
before, I would have been embarrassed as hell if I knew she could see me
propped up like this, open and obviously well used.  I was somewhat put out
when he suggested that she take the bathroom before I did. He told her I
was in no hurry
Melissa spent forever in the bathroom and it wasn't until she was finished
that Alan finally let me go.
He kissed me as he untied my ropes and I was glad to see that he looked
well rested. That sparkle in his eye was back.
When I finally did join the crew in the kitchen, Melissa eyed me with a
smile, which I gladly returned.
She was dressed n a T-shirt and shorts, leant to her of course by Alan.
Me, I came down wearing my smile.
"Do you still want to go on?" Alan asked me.
"Yes.  It's either this or mope around, and I for one would rather do
something fun."
"Okay!" He said and left the room.  He came back as I was sitting down to
my cereal with a set of leather cuffs. My uniform.  Five minutes later I
was once again cuffed and hobbled and Alan insisted on feeding me himself.
Melissa watched all this amused. But I could see I would have to get her
involved in something today, or she would retreat one again into the horror
that had been the past week for her.
"Say Alan. There is something I have wanted to do ever since I got here." I
said.
"What?" He asked me.
I don't think he was expecting this.  "Clean you house."
"What?"
"No offense, but it's a sty.  It's a rare guy that can clean his own home
sad to say, and this place can definitely use a spring cleaning."
I don't know if I offended him or not.  He looked at Melissa who shrugged
her shoulders and concentrated on her Apple Jacks. 
"Well, since you feel so strongly about it. I guess you can spend the day
cleaning. Just stay out of my office and Dad's bedroom."
I had hoped to clean in that bedroom, leaving it like it was seemed a
little unhealthy to me.
"Fine." I said. "I'll begin after breakfast."
"No, you'll begin after you do Nelson's stall. I really have to catch up on
my work today so I wont be able to watch you as much as I would like.
Melissa?"  He turned to her and she looked up at hearing her name.
"Melissa. Would you be able to help me out by watching my new cleaning lady
for me?  You can make sure she doesn't pilfer anything."
Melissa smiled. "I'll be honored and I'm sure I can find things to keep her
occupied for the rest of the day."
I was beginning to feel double teamed.
"Ah, Melissa, I was hoping you would help me with the cleaning." I told
her.
"Now Sweety. You know I don't know much about housework." 
Alan laughed and produced a ball gag for me to wear, and before I could
protest I was wearing it.
He handed Melissa a set of keys and told her that in the barn she could
release me to do my chores but otherwise I would have to be bound. Then he
excused himself and left for his office.
Defeated, I shuffled outside and into the morning sunshine.
Secretly I was glad that Melissa was taking such an interest.  It meant she
would be spending less time brooding over Eric's death. I just hoped I
would survive her new hobby.
In the barn I was released of everything but the gag and for the first time
had to handle Nelson myself.
It's amazing how big a horse can get when you are standing next to one.
Especially when you are naked.  This was the only horse I had ever seen up
close, and I was a little nervous. 
He stood patiently however, as I fitted his bridle on.  I couldn't help
noticing the similarities between it and a head harness I had at home, and
smiled behind my gag.
When I led him out he followed me easily and Melissa stood with him happily
while I attacked his stall.
When I was done, I was smelly, dirty and very sweaty. I smelled almost as
bad as the stall I had cleaned out.
Melissa led Nelson back into his stall and then went about putting me back
in my restraints for the trip back to the house.
Alan poked his head out of his office to watch me come in and smiled at my
condition.
"Don't let her clean herself up until the entire house is done." He told
Melissa.
I was right. He DID get turned on by seeing me messy.
Now I could go into long boring details as to how I did every job that
needed doing, but for the sake of moving my story along I'll just touch on
the highlights and let your imagination handle the rest.
Melissa interpreted Alan's order to keep me bound to mean that any bondage
would do as long as it was strict.
So I cleaned the bedrooms with my hands attached to my neck via a collar
and a six inch chain, while I wore nipple clips and the butterfly vibrator
as well as my eight inch hobble.
The bathroom was cleaned while my legs were bound together tightly with a
web of rope, my hands bound behind me. To clean I would have to hold
whatever scrubbing utensil I used in my mouth. Melissa stood by to make
sure I didn't fall and didn't miss anything.
The most ingenious bondage she put me in that morning, was when I had to
vacuum the floors.
While she left me bound in the same state as I was for cleaning the
bathroom, it was how she attached the vacuum cleaner to me that was
interesting.  The vacuum cleaner was an older model with a hole in the end
of the handle put there for some reason by whatever engineer designed the
thing. Melissa threaded a section of rope through the hole,leaving one end
sticking out about a foot long. The other longer end, she wrapped around
the handle a few times. She then pushed the handle between my thighs, right
up against my sex. The foot long section stuck out behind me and she ran
that up my butt crack to a rope that had been tied around my waist.
The other end of the handle rope stuck out in front, and she ran that up
between my lips, rather tightly, and tied it off to the same waist rope. 
Once turned on, the vibrations from the motor went of course straight up
the handle and into me.
To make matters worse, I had to use exaggerated hip thrusts to move the
vacuum cleaner over the carpet, hopping forward or backward only as needed.
This made me look as though I was humping the cleaner, although the
vibrations were never enough to let me cum. Alan got a big kick out of it
when he came up to see. I was SO glad he enjoyed it.
The way Melissa came up with this one, made me wonder if Eric had done this
to her. I didn't have the nerve to ask.
Needless to say, it took me a while to do two bedrooms and the upstairs
landing.
I was glad when we broke for lunch.
I spent lunch standing in the kitchen, bound to a wall.  My hands cuffed
over my head, my ankles bound to a spreader bar.  Alan had cut up some
vegetables and cold meats and he ate standing in front of me while Melissa
sat at the table.
Alan would take a carrot stick, or other stick shaped vegetable, and rub it
slowly up and down my pussy lips until it was wet with my juices, then
either he would eat it or he would feed it to me. He kept telling me that
it was the best salad dressing he had ever had which made Melissa laugh.
Alan got a big surprise, and I turned beet red, when Melissa came up to me
herself and ran a piece of celery through my wetness. 
"Hmmm, needs salt." she said smiling after taking a big bite, and went back
to the table.
Alan stood there open mouthed. He still didn't know about what Melissa and
I did last night, unless she told him. But I don't think she did.
He laughed and we finished eating. I was once more in Melissa's clutches.
The next task was cleaning all the hard wood floors on the first floor. 
Inspired by the way Alan had made me do the hallway, Melissa bound me up in
much the same way. Her only differences were that my ankles stayed in the
spreader bar and that instead of a vibrator being strapped to me, a set of
nipple clips connected by chain to a clit clip was used.  This was quite
painful at first, but I rapidly got used to the three burning points on my
body, until I had to clean.
Scrubbing the floor was murder, rubbing my squeezed nipples back and forth
across the floor made them extremely sensitive and drove me crazy. The clit
clip was worse. The chain had been shortened so I could not straighten out
completely without pulling hard on all three clips, so when I had to
maneuver to dry the floor with my butt, the clit clip would tug and trigger
instant orgasms.
I jumped and shuddered and orgasmed my way across the floor of four large
rooms and the hallway. 
Looking at what I was doing, Alan remarked that I seemed to be waxing the
floor with my cum, and he was right.
I was glad that every half hour Melissa would give me a short rest and take
out my gag so I could drink something.  She wouldn't let me out of
finishing the job though.
I was halfway through a work period when Melissa suddenly screamed.  I
looked up to see her run from the window where she had been standing, out
the room to Alan's office.
They came rushing back in and Alan looked out.
"Shit." He said.
He came over to me and, standing behind me, reached around my waist and
picked me up.
Instantly the chain was pulled tight and a shudder flowed through me.  I
tried to curl up a bit to lessen the pain, but couldn't do very well.
I wanted to know what was going on but of course I couldn't ask.
Alan carried me into the kitchen and out to the hot tub.
He lifted me up and deposited me in the water, then began undoing my gag.
"Sorry Maria." He said. "The Sheriff is here, I don't have time to untie
everything, so I'm going to turn on the tub and hide the rest of you under
the bubbles. If he comes out here just yell at him about being naked or
something."
With the gag removed I looked normal above the water line, but the rest of
me was still in bondage. I was about to ask him to remove the clips but he
started the pump and ran back into the house before I could do so.
I wasn't sure if I was better off or not.  While the water did make it
easier to generally relax for I didn't have to fight gravity as well as my
bonds, the moving water made my breasts bob up and down, tugging on the
chain that connected them to my clitoris.
I closed my eyes and tried not to moan too loud as the frequent tugging
threatened another orgasm.
Being continuously teased plays hell with your sense of time. I had no idea
how long I had been in the tub, and had cum once already, when I heard my
name called out.
I looked over my shoulder to see the sheriff and his companion of the day
before standing a few feet away.
They were far enough away and the tub walls were high enough for them not
to be able to see anything, but you be in this position, naked, hands and
elbows bound behind you, a spreader bar making it impossible for you to
close your legs and this darned chain, and try to stay relaxed about it.
"I hope we're not troubling you too much" Said the sheriff.
"I was trying to relax." I hope my voice sounded normal. To me it sounded a
rather high and weak.  I tried to concentrate on other things than the
chain's insistent jerking.
"We wont keep you, we just wanted to ask you to go over your statement
again."
"Look, I'm naked in here, and I'm not in a position to talk to you right
now. Can't you come back later?"
"We could go inside and wait for you to come out and dress. Although
perhaps we should get you a towel first Miss Imus, there doesn't appear to
be one here."
"No!  All right. What do you want to know?"  He had me trapped and he knew
it.  He thought he had me naked and unable to walk away from his
questioning. Probably got a kick out of having women trapped like this.  I
almost laughed. Who was I to talk. I got my kicks out of being that woman.
If only he knew how trapped I was!
"Well first Miss Imus, where were you when..."  He asked question after
question, hoping to trip me up. I had to think carefully about what I was
supposed to know and what I wasn't. We were just getting into where Alan
was at the time, which made me ask myself where was he now, when Melissa
came out of the house.
She was dressed in what looked to be a pair of pajamas, Alan's?  And a dark
robe. All her scars were nicely hidden. 
"Ah, Miss Hunt.  Are you feeling better today?" Asked the Sheriff.
"Much better thank you." She said, with a smile. "And you are?" 
"Oh, Sheriff Bates,  Maam.  I don't suppose we could ask you a few
questions about yesterday?"
He face collapsed into one of grief, I almost believed it my self.
"Yes...yes....of course. Why don't we go inside and talk. I can get you
some coffee."
"That would be fine Miss Hunt. We would love some.  Miss Imus!" he said
turning to me, "Sorry to disturb you, enjoy your bath."
With a smirk the two men started toward the kitchen.
"Melissa!" I called out.
She stopped and so did the men.
"Can I have quick word with you?"
Melissa came over to me, and the men stood by the kitchen door watching
both of us.
Melissa came up a couple of the steps and put her head close to mine.
"Let me guess." She whispered. "You want me to undo the clips."
"Please!"  There were tears in my eyes. I really couldn't stand wearing
them any more.
"Lift yourself up a bit so I don't get wet."
With an effort I raised my nipples above the water line and Melissa quickly
removed the clips. The explosion of pain as the blood rushed back into them
almost made me pass out.
"I can't reach the other clip, you will have to keep that on until we can
get rid of our visitors. I'll come back as soon as I can."
I barely noticed her leave me as I fought the pain washing from my breasts.
 I wondered what getting the third clip removed would feel like.
It was some time later before Alan came out and turned off the pump.
The combination of heat and exhaustion had made me very sleepy and the
throbbing between my legs was the only thing keeping me awake.
He reached into the water and carefully undid the clip that had imprisoned
my clitoris for so long.  The pain triggered yet another orgasm, and I
passed out.

I woke up lying on our bed.  I was still nude, of course.  I felt a quiet
throbbing coming from my nipples and clitoris. After effects of the clips.
I reached down to rub my sore nipples, but my hand was stopped by the chain
it was attached to. I had been loosely chained in a spread eagle position.
I had some freedom of movement, but not enough to touch myself anywhere, or
close my legs.
"Say!  Can anyone hear me?" I called toward the open door.
A moment later Melissa poked her head in.
"Let me go tell Alan you're awake." She said, and disappeared.
A few minutes later, they both came into the room.
"I'm sorry we had to leave you like that."  Said Alan, as he bent over and
gave me a kiss.
"You had better be." I replied when he straightened up again. "Those clips
were a bit much. I hurt!"
He looked genuinely concerned. "I'm sorry, I'll get you something for the
pain." He said and left the room.
"Sorry, Sweety." Melissa said once he left. "The clips were my idea."
"It's okay. How long was I out?"
"Not long, about half an hour.  Alan carried you up here and we rearranged
your bondage a bit. Was it really that bad?"
"It would have been better if it hadn't gone on so long. It stopped feeling
good well before I was done cleaning."
She looked upset and I felt sorry for her.
"Look. You wouldn't know, your experience so far hasn't really taught you
how to ration things out. It's not your fault."
I got a small smile from her and Alan came back in with the jar of ointment
Melissa used on her whip injuries.
"This should work well." He said.
He began to work a small amount of the salve into my nipples with his
fingers and I closed my eyes so I could enjoy the attention.  Then a
question popped into my head.
"Alan, where were you while I was in the tub?"
"The sheriff had one of his people take me out to the crash site to show
him where I was when...well, where I was."
"Oh...OH!"  He had begun rubbing my sore clit.  I heard the door close and
opened my eyes to find Melissa gone.  I was glad in a way. Having your best
friend watch you getting fingered is extremely embarrassing.
"Feel better?"  Alan asked after a couple of minutes.
"Ask me again in half an hour." I replied with a smile.
"You wench!"  He laughed. "I bet you're not nearly as sore and injured as
we thought you'd be!"
"Well," I said wriggling my hips, "there's only one real way to make sure
all my equipment still works."
We spent a little while finding out.

When we came downstairs a while later, Melissa was curled up on the couch
in the den, watching TV.  She gave us a small smile as we came in. Alan was
dressed in jeans and a shirt, but I was still nude other than my
restraints.  I had on my wrist and ankle cuffs, although my wrists were
connected behind my back and my ankles not at all.  I was also wearing the
collar and Alan held the other end of a chain he had locked to it.
He had me sit down next to Melissa and connected the other end of the chain
to the couch leg.
"My turn to cook tonight." He said, and left us alone.
Melissa leaned over and gave me a hug, then folded herself back into her
former position. She was still wearing the Pajama outfit she had worn
earlier, but had taken off the robe.
"You look better." I told her.
"So do you!" She replied with a smile, and I blushed.
"I didn't know Alan wore pajamas." 
"These aren't his. I got them out of the bedroom next to the bathroom."
I was a little taken back.  "Did Alan say anything to you about that?" I
asked her.
"No. Is something wrong?"
"That was his dad's room. Those are probably his dad's clothes."
"Ohmygod! I had no idea!" she cried.  "What can I tell him. Why didn't he
say anything? Should I go change?  It was the best I could find so I could
face those cops."
"What did the police ask you anyway?"
"Not much. Just how long I had been seeing Eric, and why I was up here.
Very little actually. I got the feeling they were just going through the
motions."
I hoped they were.
I shifted slightly, pulling on the cuffs that held my hands behind me.
After we had made love, Alan had brought me back to the edge with his
fingers before releasing me from the bed. He had locked my arms behind me
right away, leaving me frustrated and horny once more.  I loved and hated
it.
"Maria?"
"Yes, Melissa?"
"I'm going to ask Alan to take me home."
"No, please stay!"
"I can't. I want to go back to my place. To try to regain some normality. 
I love you dearly, but I need to be alone for a while. Besides, I think
Alan wants to spend some more time with you without me around."
"Are you sure?" I asked, hoping that she might change her mind.
"I'm sure. You do understand don't you?"
"Yeah, I do.  But I will be sorry to see you go in the morning."
"I was going to ask him to drive me back tonight!"
"Tonight!  Why tonight?"
"I want to sleep in my own bed."
I couldn't reply to that. I sat there open mouthed until Alan came back in
with a frozen pizza that he had cooked.
Melissa immediately asked him if he would drive her home that night, and,
after voicing his concerns about her health and her injuries, he
reluctantly agreed to take her.
"Can I come too?" I asked.
Alan and Melissa looked at each other, and Melissa shook her head. 
"Melissa!"  I wailed.
"Sorry Sweety.  I wish I could explain. Maybe later."
This really put a downer on my evening and I ate the pizza Alan fed me in
silence.
Melissa wanted to leave right after we had eaten, but Alan convinced her to
 wait until he came up with something for me to do while he was gone.
In the end he decided on some passive bondage for me, which I didn't object
to too strongly.
He decided to tie me to the couch where I sat and turned off the TV so he
could work.
First he had me sit in the middle and spread my legs.
I blushed as I spread myself wide open in front of both of them, but Alan
ignored it and set about binding my legs.
He tied each ankle to a leg of the couch, pulling them as wide as he could
go.  He seemed to take a certain amount of pride in getting my legs as wide
as I could spread them, and I looked down when he was done to see the
tendons in my thighs well defined. This also had the effect of pulling
apart my pussy lips and the lack of hair really showed up the inner
pinkness of my sex.  
He then unlocked my wrist cuffs and relocked them in front, telling me to
put my hands on top of my head.
I did so and Alan took some more rope and began to wrap it around my chest.
He did a couple of figure eights around my breasts and then wound a couple
of tight coils around each one, before finishing up with a few more loops
around my chest.  The net effect made my breasts stand straight out, like a
balloon squeezed at one end.  I could see them turn a darker shade of red,
but I wasn't too worried about the blood being cut off. I have had my
breasts tied before and knew he hadn't tied them very tightly, just enough
to make them sensitive to the touch.
I shifted slightly to get used to the ropes and Alan gave me a moment to
get comfortable.
He took my hands and unlocked them again. With more rope he bound each
wrist as close as he could to each of my ankles. This made me lean forward,
my breasts hanging and swaying beneath me.  
My ring gag was produced, and Melissa and I said goodbye before it was
popped in and buckled behind me.  After which he used more rope to further
secure me to the couch.  There was rope from the back of my rope bra
pulling me back towards the back of the couch. This stretched out my arms
and tightened my breast bondage a little.  Rope connected to my collar on
the sides and was tied in such a way to prevent me from shifting from side
to side.  More rope was tied to the sides of the rope bra to do the same
job.  even my head was better secured when rope was attached to the gag
strap. It pulled my head back as far as it would go and kept it there,
while more rope from the sides prevented me from being able to turn it.
After I demonstrated that I could still wriggle my toes and fingers, Alan
got some tape and soon even that option wasn't available any more.
The final item attached to my body was a blindfold.
I heard them move around the room a few minutes longer, and sensed that
Alan was messing around with something in front of me.  I heard the coffee
table being moved and what sounded like books being dropped on it.
A little more movement and Alan announced that they were leaving.
Melissa said goodbye once more, and I grunted a reply which made her laugh.
I heard a switch being turned on and as Alan left the room I heard the
sound of a fan come up to speed.
At first I couldn't feel any air moving, but a second later a blast of
cooler air brushed across my chest from left to right and I realized it was
an oscillating fan that was running.
Air wasn't the only thing that brushed across me. Something had been tied
to the fan. A ribbon, maybe a feather? 
Whatever it was it brushed my nipples where they hung without really
pushing hard against them. 
After a few passes, the light touch of whatever it was had made my over
sensitive nipples stand straight out. Once more I felt the tingle through
my body that told me I was being sexually charged and I moaned into my gag.
I tried as best as I could to shift away from the fan, but couldn't move
more than an inch in any direction. My hanging breasts, made even more
sensitive by the rope that bound them, could not get out of the way of the
object that lightly caressed their most sensitive spots.
I could smell my arousal and wondered how I would be able to stand two
hours of this.
It was delicious torture.
I have said it before that it is easy to loose track of time when you are
being sexually teased, especially if you are blindfolded and have no other
reference to rely on.
As long as it had seemed to take for Alan to come back, I was surprised to
hear his voice.
"You look beautiful, Maria."  He told me, the awe in his voice was
unmistakable.
I called out to him. The fire in my loins begged release and I wanted
nothing more than for him to fill me.
Instead I heard him cross the room and the sound of a bottle being opened
told me he was making a drink.
"I know you must be terribly horny right now Maria." He said, moving to
where I think a chair was. "But I want you to me honest with me now.  Are
you in pain at all? Is there anything that has gotten too tight?"
I could have lied, I wanted to lie. But to be truthful,  there was nothing
bothering me but the need I had to be fucked.
The constant back and forth of the object that tortured my nipples was
sending small shocks to my brain with every pass.
I stayed quiet.
"You look so beautiful. You body has a sheen to it that makes it glow. Your
musculature is standing out in sharp relief, your labia is shining with a
huge amount of fluid and is glowing bright red, and your clitoris is as
prominent as I have ever seen.
"I believe with one flick of my finger I could make you cum.
"Would you like me to do that?"
I moaned loudly. I so wanted him to do that.
"To let you cum now," said Alan quietly, "would ruin this vision that you
are right now.  But there is something we can do about it.  Would you like
to hear my idea?"
I moaned again. I just wanted him to get on with it.
"I would like to take some pictures of you," he went on in the same low key
voice. I had to strain to hear him, not easy with the stimulus I was
getting.
"Will you lt me?"
I yelled out loud. I wanted to tell him he could do anything if only he let
me cum.
"Thank you."
He took his pictures, and his time.  I never heard the camera, but I could
hear him moving about the room.
He left me for a moment, then came back to stand right in front of me.  I
heard a zip, and was immediately aware that he had pulled out his penis.
I was happy to note that while he stood there, I was no longer bothered by
the fan, but I still needed his touch to send me over the edge. Instead, he
pushed his rock hard penis through the ring gag, and into my open mouth. 
I curled my tongue around his shaft, eager to suck him dry if that was what
he wanted. I wanted to drain him quickly so I could get my reward.
I manipulated my tongue, lips and throat as best I could, while he pumped
me slowly. His hands found my nipples and brushed them lightly, continuing
the stimulus the fan had been giving me.
He bent low over my head, as he gained speed, I could feel his breath on my
back. Faster and faster he went, almost choking me. 
He exploded with a cry and hot semen flowed down my throat, making me cough
until my swallowing got it under control.
The violence of his orgasm pounded his balls against my chin, and squashed
my nose, but the ropes that held my head held well and I could do nothing
to move out of the way.
He pulled out after a moment, and I cried out for my release.
The blindfold was removed, and I saw Alan standing in front of me, camera
in his hand.  He took one picture of my face, then reached down between my
legs and used one finger to flick my clitoris.
He was right. That was all I needed.  The shock would have driven me to my
knees had I been standing.
I came hard and fast. Bucking as well I could in the ropes that bound me.
Alan reached down and flicked again, sending more waves of pleasure
rocketing through me.  
My voice sounded one continuous wail as the orgasms crashed into one
another. 
I opened my eyes briefly to see Alan sitting across from me, watching
intently. It was almost humiliating to be studied like that while cumming,
but I was past caring.
It took a little while for my breathing to even out, for my heart to slow
down, for the storm to pass.
Alan took one more picture of me, completely wasted, in my bonds, before
beginning the process of my release.
As the ropes came off I took the time to flex the limbs that had been
straightened for so long. The bondage had felt wonderful, but the release
was almost as good.
As Alan lifted me from the couch to carry me upstairs, I got a look at the
fan to see what he had used to torment me with. A single red ribbon had
been tied to the grill. 
I hugged Alan to me and together we went to bed.




End of Part 6



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