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The Valley.    



My best friend in life is Melissa. We've been friends since 4th grade when
I, the new girl in school, found myself being teased by a bunch of boys who
had me trapped alone.  Melissa came to my rescue and chased them all off by
threatening tell their moms.  From that moment we were never separated.
We went to the same schools, the same college, even dated some of the same
guys (but never at the same time).  
I know every one of her dirty little secrets, and she knows all of mine.
For instance, she knows I like to play around with bondage.
Sometimes she'll even help me by tying me up from time to time, but she
knows I prefer it when a guy takes charge so this doesn't happen often. 
Occasionally she will get me to tie her up, but even this is rare for it
has never felt right me doing the tying.
A couple of my ex-boyfriends had been pretty good at tying me up, but
relationships for me don't last very long, and it wasn't long before each
one drifted away.
I had been going through such a dry spell when Melissa called me up for a
lunch date sounding very excited.  She told me that she wanted to ask me
something, but wouldn't tell me over the phone.
We got a table at a Mexican restaurant downtown, and over our enchiladas
Melissa began telling me about her latest boyfriend.  Unlike me, she seemed
to be able to pick up a guy sometimes hours after being done with the
previous one.  She wasn't loose or anything, she just had a lot of good
luck with men.
"I tell you Maria, you and Eric would get along fantastically."  She kept
saying.
It made me wonder two things. Why would we get along, and is she trying to
set me up with him.
She did eventually get to the point. Apparently her new boyfriend, Eric,
had been helping her experience a few new things about love making that she
had never really understood before. What he was doing was right up my alley
so to speak. She was having her first affair with a man who was seriously
into bondage.  Now I have to tell you that as she kept on describing him
and some of the things they'd done I did begin to wish that I had found him
first, and do admit to a small pang of jealousy. But I was happy for her
and told her so. Then she came to the real reason for our lunch.
"Maria, I want you to meet him. I've told him that you enjoy bondage just
as much as he does and he's really interested in getting together to
compare notes."
I was shocked.  Not so much that she was a blabbermouth, she couldn't help
that. But she had always been reliable as far as the really important
secrets were concerned, and this was one I didn't share casually. Still...
Melissa sat there watching me. She could always tell when I would be
interested in something, and she knew she had judged right when I didn't
instantly come down on her for breaking a confidence.
"I guess it would be okay." I finally managed to say.
"Great!" she replied, and waved her hand.
I turned around and saw a guy sitting by himself at another table pick up
his drink and come over to us.  He bent over to give Melissa a kiss and
then sat down next to her.
"Let me guess," I said with a smile, "you must be Eric."
He laughed and Melissa and I joined in. The light in her eyes immediately
put me at ease. She trusted this man and that was good enough for me.
The rest of lunch was taken up with the usual "getting to know you" small
talk.  There was a lot of "Melissa told me this" and "Melissa told me that"
from Eric, and I could easily see how Melissa would be attracted to him.
Before long though I begged my leave for I had to get back to work, so
Melissa invited me over to her place for dinner so we could continue out
talk. I agreed.
That evening, while we ate freshly delivered pizza with a bottle of wine
that Eric brought, the conversation eventually turned to bondage and I
found Eric to be well versed in its subtleties.  To most people, bondage is
just tying someone up and maybe whipping them with something before
screwing them. Eric knew there was much more to it than that, and
apparently his skill and enthusiasm had managed to engage Melissa's
interest too.
This was illustrated by the request she made of both Eric and I late in the
evening after we had consumed most of the wine.
"Can you tie us both up?" she asked him from where she lounged on the
couch, her head resting on his lap.
"What, now?" he answered, eyebrows raised.
"It can't be now." I said looking at my watch. "I have to work in the
morning and I should get going."
"Oh." Said Melissa.  I was unconvinced about her disappointment. She was up
to something. "Maybe...maybe we can arrange a time?"
I wasn't sure where this was going. I had mentioned the time to give Eric
and myself an out. I mean we had just met, and even though we had all had a
good time tonight, I didn't know If I would be comfortable with letting him
tie me up.
Eric, however, didn't think the same way I did. Instead of issuing a mild
protest, he took on a thoughtful look as if pondering his schedule.
"You do want him to tie you up don't you Maria?" Melissa asked me. "It has
been a long time hasn't it?"
It had dammit. She knew it, like she knew everything about me.  
Over the years we have both developed a way of almost being able to speak
without using words. I asked her with my eyes if she was really okay with
it. She nodded slowly.
What the hell.
"Sure. I'd love to." I said, getting it passed the lump in my throat.
Eric smiled. "How about Saturday?" he asked.
Melissa and I both said sure.
"Okay. Then if you are agreeable, this is how it will go. I'll plan
something special for the three of us to try Saturday afternoon. Something
a little out of the ordinary. If you promise to behave and obey me
completely until I let you go again I think I can promise you a fun
afternoon.  Are you game?"
He really was a take charge person. God I wish I had found him first. I
found myself agreeing along with Melissa and the deal was done.
That night I slept wearing a pair of handcuffs and dreamt being bound with
Melissa while Eric fed us both pizza and wine. Little did I know that
things weren't going to happen quite that way.

The next day, delivered to my office was an envelope from Eric with a few
simple instructions.  Nothing fancy, I was just to meet him and Melissa at
his place and bring all my bondage stuff. Easy enough.
The rest of the day I spent wondering about what he had planned.

Saturday afternoon found me pulling up in front of an average house in an
average neighborhood. Melissa's car was in the driveway so I grabbed my bag
of goodies and walked up to the front door.
Eric opened it just as I reached it and invited me inside.
It was a nice place, airy, lots of room and all his stuff was fairly well
looked after. It didn't look like the home of a man who lived alone. Either
he was a lot tidier than the single men I had known or he had someone come
in and clean every once and a while.
Melissa was on the couch, a wine glass in one hand. She smiled and said
hello and I could see she was very excited.
"Glad you could make it Maria." Eric said. "Can I get you a glass of wine
before we start?"
"No, thanks. I'm okay."
He smiled and then asked for my bag which I handed over and he took it
through to a dining room. Opening it, he began pulling out item after item.
Over time I had picked up a number of items and some of them were intimate
enough to make me blush.
Melissa patted the seat next to hers, and I sat down.
"Do you know what he has planned?" I whispered.
"Not a clue," she whispered back. "You are okay with this aren't you?"
"I was just going to ask you that." I replied.
Eric came back in and the two of us turned our attention to him.  He stood
in front of us and watched our faces, almost as if he was trying to make up
his mind about something. We were all silent for about a minute before he
began to speak.
"Very well. First I'd like to compliment you, Maria, on your collection.
>From the wear on some of your gear I'm sure you'll have no problem with
today's activities. You should be able to help out Melissa if she gets into
trouble."
I blushed a little, but said nothing.
"From this moment on, however, I expect your full co-operation and
obedience. We've already talked about our likes and dislikes and we are all
sufficiently like minded that you shouldn't have to worry about something
too unexpected happening. Are you ready?"
We both nodded, glancing at each other for support.
"Very good. We will begin.  I want you both to stand up."
We stood up. I was suddenly nervous. It was like the time I first tried a
bungee jump. When I got ready to jump, it was like my heart started pumping
a hundred times harder, but something inside me said I would be okay so I
jumped, and had a great time.  Again that little voice said I would be
okay.
"Now," continued Eric. "I want you both to remove your clothing, every
stitch."
I gasped, even though I wasn't too surprised. I looked over at Melissa as
if to ask her if it was okay to undress in front of her boyfriend. She gave
me an encouraging smile and began to unbutton her blouse.
So I started to undress.
Bondage for me has always been something done nude, and I knew we touched
on this when we talked a few nights ago. Still, this was our first time
together.
By the time I was down to bra and panties, Melissa was already nude. The
two of them watching me made me very self conscious and I almost couldn't
finish. But I said I would go through with it so moments later I stood
wearing nothing but a rather embarrassed smile.
Eric rather deliberately looked me up and down, making me blush even
further. His attention prompted a humph from Melissa and he laughed out
loud. He laughter caught on and soon we were all laughing, the tension
eased somewhat.
He asked us both to wait and went into the dining room, returning moments
later with two red ball gags, one of them mine.
"Do you have to gag us?" Melissa asked.
"Yes, I know how much you like to whine." He replied with a smile.
He strapped hers on first, pinching a nipple to make her squeal and open
her mouth.
"Do I need to pinch you too?" He asked me.
I opened my mouth and he pushed the ball gag gently into it, buckling the
strap tightly in back. I immediately started t drool.
He then ordered me back on the couch and asked me to sit on my hands, which
I did.
Then he collected some rope from the dining room and proceeded to wrap
Melissa in a web-like manner. Across her shoulders and between her breasts.
Around and around, pinning her arms to the sides. Eventually working down
where he could bind her wrists together palm to palm in front of her before
taking the rope up between her legs and tying it off high behind her back.
When he was done she was very well trussed up, unable to move her hands and
arms at all. The white rope outlined her breasts. She looked great.
"Sit down Melissa, it's Maria's turn."
As she sat, I rose, and he began to bind me in much the same way as he had
Melissa, except he crossed my wrists instead of tying them palm to palm. 
As he worked he would occasionally brush against my nipples and I could
feel and see them growing hard. So could he and he gave me a wink.
When it came time for him to pull the rope between my legs he put one hand
on my hip and grabbed the rope with the other and gently but firmly pulled
it up and back so it was tight.
My legs were slightly apart, how they got that way I don't know. It was
easy for him to score a direct hit on my pussy with the rope and he didn't
miss the opportunity. He tied it a couple of times in back and when he was
done my entire upper body was well restrained.
I tried to pull my arms up but all I did was pull the crotch rope in
deeper. It felt great.
I did wonder why he left our legs untied. I would find out soon enough.
"Are you both comfortable?" he asked. "No tight spots, no skin being
pinched anywhere?"
We both tested our bonds, wriggling and straining to reach unreachable
knots, but he had tied us too well. We both nodded okay.
"Good. Now follow me."
He helped Melissa stand and then led us toward the back of the house. I
didn't begin to get nervous again until a door he led us through turned out
to be his garage.
He walked over to his car while Melissa and I both watched from the
doorway.
It took Eric a moment to realize we had stopped.
"Well come on!"
We shook our heads. 
"You did promise to obey me, are you going back on that?"
Melissa and I looked at each other for a moment, before slowly crossing
over to where he stood.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine." He said, a hand on each of our shoulders.
He opened the back door and guided Melissa in first, putting on her seat
belt and quickly tying her feet with some rope he had brought along. Then
he did the same to me.  With the seat belt crossing over our arms, we were
well and truly trapped. But as nervous as I was I was still having a good
time. None of my previous boyfriends had been this inventive.
Eric closed the door and went around to the driver's seat. Once the car
started he hit a couple of buttons and the windows that I hadn't noticed
were down, rolled up. They were tinted, and I breathed a sigh of relief.  I
looked over at Melissa and saw that she too was breathing easier. 
The garage door started opening and Eric got out of the car and went back
into the house.
For five minutes Melissa and I struggled to free ourselves,
but none of the ropes budged an inch.
When he came back he opened my door again.
"Almost forgot these." He whispered, and my world went black as the
blindfold slipped on.
>From then on it was just sounds and movement.
The sound of my door closing and Melissa's opening when he blindfolded her.
The movement of the car as he pulled it out of the garage and onto the
street.
The sounds of other traffic, sometimes very nearby, with me wondering just
how good the tinting was. The fast regular bumps we encountered that told
me we had just got on the highway out of town. 
I don't know how long we drove, an hour maybe?  All I could think about was
that I had never been an hour by car away from my clothes, ever!
When we finally stopped, we had traveled a long way on a gravel road and
the sudden silence told me we were out in the country somewhere.
Eric opened the door and undid my seat belt and my legs.
Helping (and wandering) hands helped me out of my seat, and I was led,
still blindfolded, a little way before being left alone.
I was in full sunshine, I could feel it on my skin. It felt warm and
soothing. It eased the tension that had been building since I stepped into
the garage. The grass under my bare feet felt stiff and dry. This wasn't
someone's lawn. I turned trying to sense where we were, but apart from the
sun and a slight breeze that carried the smell of the open country, there
was nothing.  Here I was, stark naked, who knows where, and I was unable to
tell if anyone was even watching me.
A few minutes later footsteps approached and I hoped it was Eric returning
with Melissa.
It was.  
He took off our blindfolds and we blinked in the bright sunshine.
Melissa immediately started protesting through her gag, but not a word
could be understood. I looked around and saw we were in a middle of a
series of rolling hills. A valley led off to our left and the road where
the car sat, curled around a hill to our right.
There were almost no trees to be seen except for down deep in the valley
where I assumed a stream ran.
We were very exposed, visible for miles.
Melissa was getting a little frantic and Eric wasn't having any luck
calming her down. I put my hand on hers, and for a moment we connected
again. She calmed down at my touch and between us we seemed to make a
commitment to see this through.
I don't know why I was so calm about all this. I had never done anything
like this in my life. Yet It felt great!
I wondered what he had planned next?
"Are you both okay to carry on?" Eric asked. He evidently missed our
exchange. Everyone does.
We nodded.
"Good."  He smiled, relieved. I wonder how much of this he had done before,
and if we were fulfilling a fantasy of his. I would have to ask him later.
"Now your next task you do together, but with out me." He said, pulling out
another rope from a pocket. While he talked he attached the rope to
Melissa's right ankle and my left ankle.  "You see that valley down there.
The other end is about five miles away. Pure country as far as I know. This
road curls around the hills a bit and crosses it at the far end, but it
takes about 10 miles to do it in.  You guys have a choice.  You can either
follow the road and walk ten miles, or follow the valley and walk five. 
I'll wait for you at the other end. And don't worry about hurrying, I
brought a book!"
Five miles, he expected us to walk five miles trussed up naked where anyone
could see us!  I almost protested myself, but then looked around again. 
This place seemed deserted. Covered in grass and too steep to farm, the
land here had been left alone. There probably wasn't anyone around here.
Melissa was looking to me to decide. I nodded, and then so did she.
"You're both just great." Eric said and reached out and hugged Melissa to
himself for a moment, his hands cupping her buttocks making her squeal.  He
let her go and gave me the same treatment, his fingers digging deep and
making me squeal too.
Melissa seemed to laugh behind her gag and I was glad her sense of humor
was still there.
"Just promise me one thing.  I know that when I leave you guys could easily
untie each other. I haven't made it that hard if you both co-operate. But I
ask you not to. I did it that way in case in an emergency you really needed
to get loose.  To enjoy this properly please stay tied up and together."
We nodded once more, now eager to see how we would do like this.
Eric ran to the car and we watched it drive off, wishing we were still
inside.  I turned and walked toward the valley, Melissa getting in step
beside me. I did not want to take the road. For one thing ten miles is way
too far to go barefoot if you aren't used to it, and most of all where
there is a road can be people. In my present state I wanted to avoid them
as much as possible.
The hobble connecting Melissa and me was about three feet long and soon
became a real nuisance as it caught on many things in the short grass.
I seriously considered untying it when Melissa discovered that if she kept
it taut between us it wouldn't drag and get caught. In this manner we
walked downhill and followed an old fence line for a while.  
The sun felt good until I realized that I wasn't wearing sun block, and I
wondered how much time we'd spend in it before getting under cover. I
looked over at Melissa and watched her scan the hills looking for people
who could see us. Not that we could do anything about it. There wasn't much
we could hide behind.  Watching her walk, arms bound to her sides, breasts
bouncing freely, I began to laugh.  Melissa raised her eyebrows,  but our
silent communication wasn't up to my telling her how ludicrous our
situation was. So we just plodded on.
What did begin to get our attention after a while was our crotch ropes.  As
we walked they would rub, and while at first it was just a tight feeling,
soon we couldn't help notice how much the friction was stimulating us. I
tried to push my arms down, to lessen the friction, but I could never keep
it up for long and before long it would be sawing again at my poor clit. 
It was very distracting.
Eventually we came to another fence, a newer one, that ran across our path.
 
Bound as we were there was no way to climb it, we had to follow it. But it
led along the side of the hill and didn't let us any closer to the valley
floor where there was shade.
It at least let us head toward the other end of the valley, and I wondered
if Eric knew this fence would be here and that we would be exposed for the
entire walk.
I wouldn't have put it passed him.
Even if we untied ourselves we still wouldn't have anything to wear or
cover ourselves for the walk.  Bound or not, this was still a hairy
adventure.
I'm not sure how far we had come when we found the gap. It had been a while
and we were both trying to pass the time and ignore the heat between our
legs by humming Beatles tunes behind our gags, when I saw it.
A deeply trodden path, more of a rut, led up to the fence from the other
side and through a gate, and continued on up the hill.  The gate hadn't
closed all the way and there was space for us to squeeze through.
Melissa tried to pull me through, but I hesitated.
Where there was a path, you found people. But we had both been out in the
sun for a while now and I knew that if we didn't find some cover soon we
would be burning in places we never had before. I looked closer at the path
but could not make out any footprints. What I saw instead were hoof prints
and thought maybe that this was just a cattle path or something.
Reluctantly I gave in and we squeezed through and headed downhill once
more.
It wasn't long before we got to the bottom and under the shade of the trees
that grew there.  I could hear running water but couldn't see the stream
through the thick undergrowth.  Melissa sat down and I joined her and we
huddled together while we rested.
I could see Melissa working her jaw, and realized that her gag must really
be getting uncomfortable. She wasn't as used to them as I was and I know it
takes time and a lot of practice to wear a gag for extended periods.
I was tempted to take it off, but decided not to. Feeling a little
malicious I let her suffer for dragging me into this. I wanted to reach
between my legs and soothe the itch that was driving me mad, but with
Melissa so close I didn't dare.
Soon we up again and following the path that seemed to stick to the bottom
of the valley. 
Here were fairly well hidden. The slope of the hills and the winding of the
valley meant that we couldn't be seen except from very close up. It also
meant we couldn't see very far ahead, as we discovered about a mile farther
down.
We were just rounding a turn when we came face to face with a rider on
horseback. He was about 30 yards in front of us and just as startled as we
were.
In a panic we left the trail and started to climb the hill. We didn't get
very far. The hill was steep and when Melissa lost her footing she began to
slide back down, unable to catch herself in her bound condition.  Tied to
me, I was of course dragged with her.
We ended up on the path again this time right in front of the horse rider.
He got off the horse and helped us both to our feet and then stepped back
to take in our appearance.
I don't think I have ever been this embarrassed. Here was a good looking
guy and his first sight of me was when I was naked and gagged and bound in
rope.  I just wanted to hide under a rock.
"Are you okay?" He asked us.
We nodded, I didn't dare look him in the eyes.
He walked behind Melissa and undid her gag.  She moved her jaw slowly once
he pulled the ball out, getting it used to movement again.
"Thanks.." Was all she could manage.
The rider was looking at the gag, then at us.
"You aren't in trouble, are you?" It was more of a statement than a
question.
I shook my head and Melissa said no.
"You're just out here for fun?"
"Yes," Melissa replied, "it's kinda hard to explain."
The guy just shook his head.
"I know all about these kinky games, and I can recognize a couple of
devotees when I see them. Why don't you tell me about it."
"Er...I don't suppose you have anything we can wear do you?"
"What, and spoil your game?  Why don't you just tell me about it first."
So, standing naked in front of this guy we have never met before, Melissa
explained about Eric and what had happened so far that afternoon. As she
talked the guy would watch her face, but he would look over at me and
glance down my entire body frequently and smile.  I didn't know if it was
that he was very good looking, or if it was just the crotch rope but I
couldn't help smiling back around my gag as best I could.
"Well. You're wrong about not being in trouble," He said when Melissa
finished. "This is private property and you're trespassing.  Still, I have
never had trespassers like you before so I wouldn't get too worried. I'll
just take you back down to my place and go find this boyfriend of yours so
he can take you home, okay?"
Melissa didn't know what to say, and I just nodded meekly.
"Right." He said, stepping forward.
Before Melissa could stop him he reached out and popped the gag back in her
mouth, buckling it once more. Then he bent down and untied the rope between
our ankles.
"Now I'm not going to spoil your game." He said standing up again, "So I'm
going to take you back in a way that you might appreciate, given your
current situation." He smiled and then reached between my breasts.  I
stepped back but he was too quick and began to tie the short rope that had
connected us to the rope that ran between my breasts.
I looked over at Melissa, and willed her to run, but she just stood there
watching. He took the other end and tied it to her in the same manner so we
were connected again, this time chest to chest, three feet apart.  He then
went to his horse and brought back a coil of larger rope. One end he tied
to the rope that connected us, the other he kept in his hand.  He remounted
his horse and tied the rope off on the pommel.
"You know, I have always wanted to have a couple of beautiful naked women
bound to my horse. I guess its my lucky day!"  He said with a smile. He got
his horse moving and rode it slowly back the way he had come, the two of us
helplessly following behind.
It wasn't too far when we came to a thick grove of trees that surrounded a
few buildings.  There was a big house, a barn and  few sheds scattered
around. In front of the house sat a brand new pickup, and a gravel driveway
led off into the trees on the far side. It all looked very nice and totally
isolated.
The rider rode up to the house, and tied his horse to an old hitching post
in front of it. He then took the rope and led us both onto a large open
porch.
"I'll have you ladies sit in the swing right there."  He said, pointing.
We sat and he tossed the rope over the back of the swinging love seat and
ducked down to pull it out from underneath.
In a moment he had all our legs bound tightly and we were stuck.
"I'll just be a moment."  And he went inside.
As soon as he was gone we both tried frantically to undo the ropes. But we
couldn't reach any of the knots and nothing we did could loosen any of
them.
The guy came back out bearing a tray with three large glasses on them.
"Apple juice. I love the stuff. I bet you're pretty thirsty right now." 
To our surprise he took off both our gags and put the glasses to our lips
so we could drink. I started to protest, but realized that he hadn't really
done anything worth protesting about, apart from keeping us tied. Besides,
the juice was really good.
"Better?" He asked.
"Thanks," I replied, "but could you untie us and find us something to
wear?"
"I could, but I wont.  I'm not going to spoil your game. It's something I
enjoy myself."
Hmmm...good looking and interested in bondage. Melissa could see the gears
turning in my head and gave me a look.
"What I am going to do, is first put my horse in the barn, then go drive
over to the crossing to get your boyfriend. He can decide what to do with
you then. Okay?"
Reluctantly we both agreed. I asked him his name.
"I'm Alan. I own this place now. It's been in the family for three
generations. Pretty much this entire valley belongs to me, the bottom half
of it anyway."  He went on to tell us that he was a software engineer
working out of his office here in the house, and that he now lived here
alone since his father died not to long ago. He let us drink more of the
juice until we were finished, before getting up again.
I thought he was just going to start on his horse, but instead he pulls out
a bandanna and cleave gags Melissa.
"You don't have to do that you know." I said.
"I have to leave you alone for a while, and your outfits just aren't
complete without a gag."
So that's how we ended up cleave gagged and swinging gently in the breeze
while Alan drove away some twenty minutes later.

We had been waiting for a while and were starting to get worried when we
heard vehicles approaching. First to appear was Alan in his truck. Behind
him was Eric's familiar car and for the first time we both really relaxed.
The end was in sight.
Alan got out and watched as Eric hopped onto the porch and undid our gags.
"Are you too okay? Did anything happen? Are you hurt?" He asked
breathlessly
We assured him we were fine and he took Melissa in his arms and hugged her
deeply. 
I glanced over at Alan and found him watching me. I blushed, not knowing
why.  He would look at Melissa, but I noticed his eyes always returned to
stare at me.
Melissa said something that caught me daydreaming and brought me back to
reality. "I need to pee, can you untie me now?"
"Me too." I chimed in.
Eric bent low to undo our feet when Alan stepped up behind him and
whispered in his ear.
With an evil smile Eric stood up again.
"Can I assume," Eric began, "that I'm still in control here?"
"I think things have gone a lot differently than you planned, Eric." I
said.
"True, but not badly. If you're willing to go on, Alan and I have been
talking. I know that Melissa and I haven't got any plans for tonight or
tomorrow. If you are free too Maria, then Alan has asked if we wanted to
stay through the weekend to continue our game."
Wow!
"Can Melissa and I talk about it? You haven't really given us a chance to
do that since we started." I asked.
"Sure, go ahead."
"Come on in Eric," said Alan, "I'll get you a beer."
The two men went inside, leaving the two of us, still nude and bound,
finally able to talk.
"Well?" I asked Melissa.
"I don't know. This is all happening so fast."
"I know.  Still..."
"You're attracted to him aren't you."  She said with a smile.
To tell the truth I was attracted to both of them. "To who?" I asked.
"Alan. The way he's been watching you the feeling is mutual."
I laughed, although I felt she was right.
"Tell you what, Sweety, I'll stick with it for the weekend so you can spend
more time with Alan."
"Gee, thanks." I said, wondering if I was that transparent.
"That's what friends are for!"
We were giggling away at what he might look like under his shirt when the
men came out and asked us what our decision was. When we told said we'd
keep going if Alan didn't mind the company, Eric grinned and he and Alan
cleave gagged us once more before untying out legs.
To my surprise we weren't led inside the house to a bathroom, instead we
were taken over to a tree where our tether was tied out of our reach.
We started making noises and gestured as best we could about our need to
use the bathroom. Eric told us that we could go where we were and we were
shocked.  He just laughed and he and Alan went back to the house.
Men. The world may be their toilet, but it's not as easy for women.  We
resisted in the hope that they would return, but soon pride and
embarrassment gave way to physical need and I, then Melissa, gave in and
relieved ourselves.  Still bound together we couldn't hide from each other.
Another bonding experience.
Eventually the men came over again and Eric told us that he had to drive
back for some overnight things, but that Alan would watch over us for a
while.
We watched, feeling a little abandoned as he drove off. We knew it would be
at least two hours before he made it back.
"Well," Said Alan. "I think its time I undid those ropes, you've been bound
like that for a long time now you must be getting stiff. And I bet you
could use a good wash!"
We agreed on both counts.
He undid our tether and led us toward the barn.
Stopping right in front he undid the rope between my breasts, brushing my
nipples as he did so. They immediately got hard and I flexed my wrists,
digging in the crotch rope.
Alan noticed and laughed and I wondered if I would ever stop blushing.
Once free of the tether he led me over to a post and, using a short piece
of rope bound me loosely to it.  Then he started taking all the ropes off
Melissa, although he avoided undoing her wrists and left her gagged.
I could tell she was pretty glad to be able to move her arms, and Alan was
kind enough to let her flex them a little to work out a few kinks. Taking
her wrists again Alan hooked them to a cable above her head that hung down
from a hoist in front of the hay loft.
Melissa was stretched out and completely exposed. Up to now we could at
least use our hands to hide our pussies, now she couldn't hide anything.
Still, She didn't seem to mind and turned slightly so he could get a good
view.  The slut.
I laughed.
She knew what I was thinking and laughed too.
That is until he turned the hose on her.  
It must have been ice cold the way she squealed and danced around. When she
was completely wet, Alan put down he hose and got a bucket from inside the
barn and put some water in it. He added what looked like soap off a shelf
along one side and a big brush.
"Time for that wash I promised." 
I watched in amazement as he soaped her down with the brush, making sure to
scrub every inch of her body.  The bristles looked huge and hard, but I
don't think he was rubbing too hard or Melissa would have really had
something to say.  Instead She looked like she was really getting into it
when he stopped and picked up the hose again, rinsing her off with a long
jet of water that had her jumping around again.
A wet, but clean, Melissa was led over to my post a few moments later,
hands now retied behind her. 
Alan released me from the post and Melissa took my place.
It was my turn for a bath.
Bound to the cable exactly as Melissa had been, I couldn't look Alan in the
eye as he had his first unobstructed look at my body.  He told me I looked
lovely and I smiled before the water hit me.
It was COLD!
I screamed into my gag and tried to move away, but couldn't escaped the
stream of water. I thought he had been shooting me for much longer than he
had Melissa when he finally shut it off and brought the bucket.
The water in  the bucket was cold too. The brush reminded me of how tender
my skin was. I must have gotten sunburn being out so long without sun
block.  The soap didn't smell familiar to me at all (I was later told it's
the same stuff he washes his horse with, humph). I was just beginning to
wonder if my sunburn would peel, when I felt the brush go between my legs
and Alan's other hand caress my right nipple.
He didn't do THAT to Melissa!
I squirmed under his touch, eyes tightly shut as he worked that brush
across a VERY sensitive area. I knew I had been building a lot of sexual
tension since we began this adventure, but it was nothing compared to what
was being done to me now.  It was as if he was moving in slow motion. I
could feel each bristle as it struck my clit before being hurried along by
the next.  Each one sent a shiver through my legs and I almost collapsed.
His hand at my breast had me panting through the gag and I wished he had a
third hand so my other love starved breast could join in.
I opened my eyes and sought Melissa out. 
She was still bound to the post, eyes wide. Obviously enjoying my
predicament.
Just when I thought I was abut to orgasm, Alan stepped back and a blast of
cold water dampened my enthusiasm.
I could have cried. I bet the bastard knew exactly what he was doing.
Cold, defeated, and very frustrated, I hung there for a few minutes while
Alan put away his cleaning supplies and unhooked me.
"I bet that feels better now doesn't it?" He said with a grin.
I glared at him, but couldn't keep it up and we both laughed.
He rebound my hands behind me and led me into the barn.
He led me directly into what looked like an empty horse stall, and locked
the gate.  It took a moment to realize that this was the first time since
we started that Melissa and I weren't together. 
I need not have worried.  A minute later Alan came back in with Melissa in
tow, and put her in a stall next to mine.
"I'll be back when Eric gets here, have fun!"  He said as he left us alone.
The walls of the stalls went right up to the ceiling, so we couldn't see
each other, until I sat down and saw that the lower third of each wall, was
slatted instead of filled in.
We still couldn't talk though, at least not enough to understand each other
easily. With our hands bound rather well behind us that wasn't going to
change either.
I lay down on the straw and promptly fell asleep.

The sound of the door opening woke me up.

"Damn," I heard Alan say, "I was hoping to wake Sleeping Beauty up with a
kiss!"
This made me smile and blush yet again and Alan laughed.
He escorted me toward the house where I could see Eric and Melissa already
heading. The sun was low in the sky and I wondered what time it was.
Inside the house, which was definitely not as tidy as Eric's, I didn't see
any clocks (I was told later that this was done on purpose to keep us
guessing). I was taken through to the kitchen to find Eric kneeling before
Melissa, fastening leather ankle cuffs on her.  Her hands were still tied
behind her but her gag had been removed.
Alan took my gag off (I thanked him a lot). He reached into a pile of
bondage equipment that had been piled on the kitchen table for a set of
ankle cuffs to put on me.  Now I knew what kind of overnight equipment Eric
meant.
"I thought it would help ease up on the rope burns if I brought this stuff
along." He said catching my look.
"Sure." I replied. "And can I ask what you have planned for us?"
Eric laughed and Alan said we would find out anyway so why ask.
My ankle cuffs were connected with about 8 inches of chain and locked on
with two tiny padlocks. Before untying my wrists Alan put on two similar
wrist cuffs, also locked on with padlocks. He undid the rope holding
together my wrists and quickly fastened my wrists together in front of me
with a bigger padlock.
Eric did the same with Melissa.
Then Eric dragged out something I hated. Bit gags. I hate the way they bite
into my cheeks.
"Do we have to be gagged again? Melissa and I haven't had a chance to talk
at all today." I whined.
"Not true." Alan answered, "But as you have spent so much time being gagged
today. I figure we can let you have a little time off later. Is that okay
with you Eric?"
"Fine by me!"
"But for now..." 
I struggled as best I could, but to no avail. The hated bit gag sat snug in
my mouth, locked in place with another tiny lock and again Melissa and I
were struck mute.
"Okay girls," Smirked Eric. "Us fellas are headed to the den to watch TV.
I'm sure there is something here you can whip up for dinner.  Call
us...sorry, heh heh, come get us when it's ready."  
The men collected the rest of the bondage gear and cleared out.  That left
Melissa and I in a role I'm sure every man dreams of. Naked, silent and in
the kitchen.  How sexist!
Melissa shrugged and began going through the cupboards, so I shuffled over
and joined her.
We soon determined that we could cook a pretty good spaghetti meal out of
what we found, and even though we couldn't talk we managed to work well
together.  Quite often we would catch one of the men standing in the
doorway watching us shuffle along, our feet only able to take eight inch
steps, our breasts jiggling with the rapid movement of our hips. Our cuffed
hands made it difficult not to look like naked slave girls preparing their
master's dinner. Which I'm sure is exactly the look they were going for.
When we were finally done, and the table set and ready, we shuffled off in
search of our "master's" and found them a few rooms away watching football.
 Melissa and I, through sign language and direction,  had arranged little
surprise for them.  We each shuffled in front of one of them, and at the
same time dropped to our knees and bent down low with our arms outstretched
and our heads to the floor.  We had expected them to laugh, but instead
Eric had the nerve to lift his feet and put them directly on Melissa's
back.
She wasn't going to have any of that. She attempted to rise but Eric leaned
over and began tickling her exposed sides.
She immediately collapsed laughing  and tried to defend herself as Eric
tickled her unmercifully, laughing almost as much as she was.
By now I had sat up and Alan and I watched as the two of them rolled
together on the floor laughing their heads off.
"I think we had better leave them to it." Whispered Alan in my ear, so I
got up and followed him into the kitchen.
By the time Eric and Melissa joined us, Alan had just finished using some
rope to bind me to one of the kitchen chairs and had taken out my gag so we
could talk.  He was a very interesting guy and I found myself liking him
more and more.
Once Melissa was bound in place, the men served the meal. Except for the
females at the table being nude and bound, it was a fairly normal dinner
party.  Alan and Eric made sure we weren't hungry by feeding us our
spaghetti and helping us drink our wine.  A lot of both ended up running
down our chins and on to our chests. Not by accident I thought.
When Alan asked us what was for dessert, neither Melissa nor I could really
answer.  We hadn't found anything we could use for a dessert.
The men already knew.  They turned our chairs to one side and began licking
up all the wine and sauce they had spilled on us. Melissa and I laughed and
cried!  It was a silly, simple, wonderful moment and I loved every second
of it.
After we had all calmed down, the gags were put back in and we were told to
clean up the kitchen and do the dishes before coming back to the den. So,
being the good little slave girls that we were, we hurried through our
chores and made our way back to the den.
The men were ready for us.  
They had us stand with our legs as far apart as the hobble chains would let
us, and fastened chastity belts around our waists. Before pulling through
the crotch belts, however they presented us with an object I recognized,
but which Melissa didn't.  I groaned and Melissa gave me puzzled look. Her
look changed to delight when Eric placed the butterfly vibrator in his hand
between her legs.
I looked down to see Alan doing the same thing, and a far away voice asked
me what the hell I was doing letting a guy I had never seen before today
suddenly get very intimate with me.
I told the voice to shut up and made sure the vibrator was seated properly
before Alan locked on the crotch strap.
Only then did they take off our gags and the four of us settled down on the
couch to watch a movie. I didn't get to watch much of it though, and I
doubt Melissa did either.
Alan held the control for my vibrator in his hand and played with it almost
continuously. He would turn it up high for a brief moment then turn it down
to let me simmer, never letting it stay at one setting for long. His free
hand would toy with a nipple or brush my hair and it wasn't long before I
forgot all about the movie and just concentrated on what he was doing to
me.
Alan and Eric must have had us writhing on their laps for hours. Panting
with want, our minds totally gone as we pleaded and shortly begged for the
release of an orgasm.
What sluts we were!
Alan, by this time, had his shirt off and I was biting his nipples in an
attempt to force him to let me cum. He stood up, lifted me in his arms and
carried me from the room.
He kept the vibrator on low as he carried me through dark hallway and
outside into the moonlight.
It wasn't until we arrived that I saw we were back in the barn, and I
feared he was going to lock me away again without giving me any kind of
release at all!
Instead he lay me on my back on the straw in my stall and proceeded to bind
me spread eagle to it's four corners.
"Are you sure you want this?" I heard him ask.
"YES!!!" I screamed.
He unlocked the crotch strap and replaced the vibrator with his own
manhood.
I came. I came. He came. I came. I came.
The only way I can describe how satisfying an orgasm like this feels, is to
say why don't you let yourself be sexually teased for hours without being
able to cum and then suddenly be pushed over the edge.
Without trying it, you can't imagine it.
We lay there in the dark for a while, just holding each other. Actually it
was just him holding me, I was still spread out by the ropes attached to my
cuffs.
Eventually, Alan whispered in my ear.
"Would you like to stop now, and come sleep in a real bed?"
I thought about it. But I wasn't sure.  Bondage had brought us together,
and bondage had given me this incredible high. I thought that if we
reverted now, went back to being an ordinary couple. Would it destroy the
magic for the rest of the weekend?
I shook my head slowly.
"Alan. I love what we're doing right now. Please lets not stop. At least
not yet."
Alan kissed me tenderly on the cheek, then more forcefully on the mouth,
and soon we were again making love in the straw.
I must have fallen asleep in the second afterglow, for I woke up feeling a
buzzing between my legs.  Alan was gone, the butterfly vibrator back in its
place set on low, and I was still spread out and tied down. I also was
cleave gagged once more.
The sound that woke me was Melissa in the next stall attempting to ask me
if I was okay. 
I grunted an okay and closed my eyes again.  I couldn't see too well in the
dark but, if the men went true to form, she would be bound as I was and
that meant that neither of us would be getting much sleep tonight.



End of part 1




The Valley  Part 2





I did get to sleep after a couple of hours of squirming. The batteries
faded in the vibrator and exhaustion took over.
When next I woke, it was to bright sunshine and cold water. 
Alan stood outside the stall with the hose in his hand and was spraying me
down.  I screamed and he laughed.
"I thought you might need some cooling down after a hot night."  He said,
before waking up Melissa in the same way.
Ten minutes later saw us chained hand and foot as we were during the
evening and shuffling toward the house. 
Alan directed Melissa toward the kitchen where Eric was waiting, and I was
taken upstairs to  large, functional bathroom.
My restraints and gag were all removed and I was told to go to town, which
I did.  
Looking in the mirror I could see how red my skin was due to not wearing
sunscreen, but I saw some among the stuff over the sink so I felt I could
prevent more damage. I took a nice warm bath, brushed my teeth, washed my
hair and did the numerous other things we women feel the need to do that
fascinate our men so much.
Eric had collected all of Melissa's bathroom stuff so I had everything I
needed.  There were even towels, and it felt quite novel to have something
other than rope wrapped around me for once.
As I was shaving my legs an evil thought came out of hiding and ambushed
me. The trouble was, would I have the guts to do it? 
The last thing I did was apply a generous coating of sunscreen. I felt I
would be spending a lot of time in the sun again today.
Finished, I came back downstairs, wrapped in a towel and found everyone in
the kitchen having breakfast. Melissa looked a sight, straw in her hair,
dirt down her back. I imagined it must have been just how I looked before
my bath.
She and Alan were at the table and Eric stood by the stove with a cup of
coffee in his hand.
"You look good Maria, feel better?" Eric asked.
"I'd feel a lot better with some coffee in me." I answered.
"Sure," said Alan. "But I think we had better get you properly dressed
first. So, if you hand your towel to Melissa I'll grab your stuff."
I hesitated a moment, before pulling off the towel and tossing it at
Melissa before I could change my mind.
Melissa gasped, and Eric almost dropped his coffee.
Alan, who had turned away to grab the cuffs I was to wear, turned back to
ask what was wrong. He froze.
"Stunning." He said.
"I guess I got a little carried away." I said quietly.
I hadn't stopped with shaving my legs. I was completely shaved from the
neck down.
"My God. Maria!" Shrieked Melissa. "How could you?"
Eric started laughing while Alan leaned back and smiled.
"If you think I'm going to follow your example this time kiddo," went on
Melissa, "you're crazy."
"Oh come on." Said Eric. "I think you would look great!"
"Really?" she said, smiling at Eric.
"Fantastic!"
"I'll think about it."
"I'll take you up to the bathroom now and you can think about it as you
wash all that straw out of your hair."
Melissa giggled, and shuffled quickly after Eric. I could see she was
really smitten with him. I didn't think he would have any problem
convincing her to shave herself for him.
Now Alan and I were alone.  Him still sitting, me still standing.
"Come over here will you." He said.
I padded over until I was directly in front of him.  He looked up into my
eyes.
"Why?" He asked.
"A gift, for you." I answered quietly.
"Just you being here is a gift. You're wonderful you know that?"
"I'm just some naked girl who happened along. You would have done the same
with any other woman."
"No. I wouldn't.  You're special."
I wasn't sure how to respond to that.
He was. "Turn around."
I turned and felt the leather bondage cuffs being fitted once more,
connected behind my back, then the ankle cuffs with the eight inch chain.
He sat me down  and fed me my coffee and breakfast, all the time keeping me
in full view.
I knew he liked his gift.
After breakfast, Alan took me back out to the barn, telling me he needed
see to his horse.
"Eric," he said as we walked outside, "thought we might spend part of the
morning apart. He thought  it would be good for us to find out more about
each other."
"I'd like that." I replied.
Alan smiled and stopped at the entrance to the barn.
He seemed to come to a decision and told me to wait where I was. He
disappeared into the back of the barn, and I stood, cuffed hand and foot,
waiting for his return.
When he did come back, it was with coils of rope under one arm, and I
wondered what bondage situation I would be placed in next.
It was another spread eagle. Only this time I was standing up.  Using the
barn doorway as a frame he had a rope coming from each corner. My arms were
spread wide and high, and my legs stretched apart so far I could barely
stand.
It was an effort to maintain, and I put more and more weight on my arms
until a balance of sorts was reached and I was relatively comfortable.
But was I exposed!
There wasn't an inch of me that couldn't be seen, and Alan made sure he
took a good look at every one of them.  If I wasn't so red from my sunburn,
he would have seen me blush all the way down to my toes.
He did take the time to kiss my nipples before heading for his horse.  As
he worked on cleaning out the horse stall we talked more about ourselves. 
I found myself telling him about my life, or lack thereof, and he touched
briefly on the death of his father.  I got the impression it wasn't
something he was ready to talk deeply about yet, but I figured there would
be plenty of time for me to be there for him when he did feel the need to
talk.
Plenty of time?
We would be going home this afternoon, but I knew I would be coming back to
see him again. I had no doubts about that.
He took off his shirt while he worked and it was my turn to admire his
body.  He wasn't overly muscled or lean, but he was very fit looking. 
Hauling around hay bales for his horse must be a good work out.
I said that to him and he agreed. Wiping his brow he grinned and said he
had an idea.
He quickly untied me and pointed at the hay bales.
"I want four bales of straw cut open and spread out over the floor of
Nelson's stall (Nelson was the horse)," he told me with a grin. "The feed
bag is over in the back, you can fill the dry hopper with it and then fill
the water hopper with the hose."
"What?  I've never done that before." I protested.
"I can tell, look at that flab!" He said, attempting to pinch my side.  
"You beast," I was laughing "There isn't an inch of fat on me. As you well
know."
"Then you have no excuses. Get to work slave!"
"Humph!"
He swiped me on the butt and I went over to the hay bales he had stacked
close to the stall. They were heavy but not too heavy so I was able to do
as he asked (asked?  Ordered!).
At least I wasn't in any kind of restraint, but I was still naked and Alan
just sat and watched while I worked.
I quickly got sweaty in the morning heat and the dust from the straw was
sticking to me everywhere. 
Alan from time to time would tell me how good I looked hauling hay or
pouring feed, naked and sweaty as I was. I couldn't help but smile.
By the time I got the water hopper filled I was tired and achey. It was a
lot more work than it looked.
"You look a mess, but a delightful mess." Alan told me.
"Thanks." Was all I can say. 
He came over and with a quick snap connected my wrist cuffs together in
front of me with a padlock. Then he bent low and lifted me over his
shoulder.
"You need another bath!"
"Not the hose again."  I pleaded.
"No, not the hose."
In this undignified manner he carried me out of the barn and around the
side.  I attempted to pinch his butt as we walked, but he stopped that by
slapping me hard on my own butt. 
We started downhill along a path, but I couldn't see where we were going. 
A small grassy area, some sand, then water!
He was striding into a pool of some kind and the next thing I knew had bent
low and flipped me in to the water.
I came up spluttering and saw him laughing.
The water wasn't very deep, about waist high, so I was able to stand up and
look around.  We were next to the stream but not in it. It looked like a
large area of the bank had been cut away to allow water from the stream to
create a big swimming hole. Sand along one side created a sort of beach.
I called Alan a dirty name and he reached out and dunked me again. I dunked
him back and we both started laughing and spraying water at each other. Of
course he had the advantage as my hands were cuffed.  But we had fun.
At one point he waded ashore and pulled off the rest of his clothes. The
rest of him looked as good as I thought it would and he rejoined me in the
water.
A little bit later, tired and cleaner, we both staggered out of the water
and collapsed on the sand.  He rolled over and kissed me deeply, and I
returned the kiss, wrapping my legs around him.
We had just begun to fool around when we heard Eric's voice.
"I could hear you guys a mile away!"
We stopped and looked up the path to see Eric and Melissa coming down.
Eric was in a T-shirt and shorts, while Melissa wore nothing but her
restraints. How Eric had her bound was wild.
Her ankles were connected with the eight inch chain, but her knees were
strapped tightly together so she could only take very tiny steps.  A wide
belt ran around her waist, with a crotch strap tightly locked between her
legs. She wore a leather halter that allowed her breasts to squeeze through
and stick out farther than they normally would. Her nipples had clamps
attached and had chains connected to a leash Eric held in his hand.  Her
hands appeared to be bound high behind her back and to top off her outfit,
her head was covered in a leather hood from which no part of her face could
be seen.
I knew that hood well, it was mine, and it looked like Eric had used all
the attachments. The blindfold, the penis gag and the earmuffs.
I doubt she had any idea where she was or that we were even here.
"Impressive." Alan said.
"How long has she been like that?" I asked.
"Oh, since her bath. We've been out for a long walk."
Melissa looked like she was about to fall over. She continually shifted to
try to keep her balance and she seemed to be shivering.
"Don't you think it is time to let her out?" Alan said.
"You're right, she deserves a break." Eric replied.
We watched as he led her slowly onto the sand, the leash tugging on her
nipples forcing her to follow.  As horny as I was right now the sight of
her only turned me on even more. I imagined Alan leading me around like
that and how helpless I would be in his hands. 
Eric undid the gag and pulled it out. As soon as her mouth was free Melissa
began to beg.
"Please turn it off...its driving me crazy!"
It was then I realized that the reason she was so shaky was that she had a
vibrator inside her. Wow!
Eric left her hands where they were and took off the nipple clamps. Melissa
winced at the pain of the blood rushing back into her tortured nipples. He
then bent over and undid the strap that held her knees together, then he
unlocked the crotch belt and reached in to pull out a large, wide vibrator
that we could clearly hear doing its work. We could also see that Eric had
managed to persuade her to follow my example after all.
He grinned and started to work the vibrator slowly in and out of her pussy.
With a small scream Melissa started to cum where she stood. Her whole body
convulsing. I don't know how she didn't lose her balance.
Eric pulled the vibrator clear and Melissa sank to her knees. We all
watched quietly as he removed the rest of the hood and waited until she
composed herself and opened her eyes. Only then, I think, did she realize
that she and Eric weren't alone.
"Ohmygod!"  All one word.  She blushed fiercely, then smiled.
I got up and hugged her, and the two men watched as Melissa and I shared a
moment together.
"You know, that water looks good, I think I'll go get my swimsuit!" Eric
said, breaking the mood.
"Why bother," Alan replied, "none of us are wearing any!"
This made Eric pause and Melissa laugh. So with a shrug he climbed out of
his clothes and ran into the water.
Alan got up and waded in after him while I helped Melissa up so we could
join them.
She still had her feet and arms bound so she didn't do much more than stand
in the waist high water, but the rest of us splashed each other and her so
she didn't get left out.
There was a moment when Melissa and I stood together while the men swam
farther out. I got a chance for a few quick words.
"You okay?" I asked her.
"Yeah. It's been pretty intense, but I'm handling it. How are you and Alan
getting along?"
"He's wonderful. It will be hard to go later."
"He has a good body." She said with a wink.
"So does Eric." I winked back.
We started laughing which got the men's attention and soon they were
standing next to us and helping us onto the sand.
"Eric," said Alan, "can you watch the ladies for a moment while I get some
stuff?"
"Sure!"
As Alan picked up his pants and walked backup the trail, Eric had us both
lie face down on the warm sand while he put his own shorts on.
A few minutes later Alan came down with a bundle of ropes and stuff, and
called Eric over.
The men whispered for a few moments then came back.
"It's time you two were immobilized for a while." Alan said.
Separating a couple of hammers from the pile, the men pounded some long
stakes into the sand around us, then they unlocked our restraints and
spread us out face down, tying us spread eagle once more.
The sun had appeared above the tree line and I voiced a concern about more
sunburn, so Eric ran back to the house and got some sunscreen from the
bathroom to replace what I had washed off.
Alan's hands felt great as he rubbed it in. I almost fell asleep under his
ministrations. I felt like I was in heaven.
The men then gagged us with bandannas and left the clearing together.
I lifted my head and looked over at Melissa who was doing the same thing at
me, and nodded. She nodded back. She was okay. I craned my neck around to
look at the water.
Anyone coming down the stream would see us easily and I hoped that this
place was as private as Alan said it was or they would be greeted with the
sight of two extremely naked women staked out face down in the sand.
Completely helpless.
I lay my head down and enjoyed the warmth, pulling slightly at my bonds
from time to time. I thought back over the weekend, and all that had
happened so far.  I knew I wouldn't be the same person in the office
tomorrow as I was on Friday. 
I wondered how Melissa was taking all of this. She said she was okay, but
she was so new at this.  At least my interest in bondage had prepared me
somewhat for all that had happened, but not her.
At no time since we started yesterday afternoon had either of us been
completely free. We were either supervised or restrained. When we were in
the bathroom it was under orders so even that time wasn't really ours. I
have never spent this much continuous time under bondage, and I KNOW
Melissa hasn't.
I just wished we could talk about it, but it seemed that the men were
purposely stopping us from doing that.  I wondered why.
After a while, Eric and Alan came back carrying coolers and a couple of
deck chairs and set out a picnic of sorts.  They then turned us over and
rubbed more sun lotion on our fronts (Mmmmmm) before ungagging us.
They fed us and themselves, a lunch of cold meats, fruits and vegetables.
Ice water was what they let us drink although they had beers for
themselves.
None of us said much, we just enjoyed each other's company.
It was a tranquil moment.
The men became restless after a while and someone suggested a game. The
game was not one I would have picked had I had a vote, but since neither
Melissa or I had one it was decided for us.
We were untied and allowed to stretch and flex for a minute or so. Our
hands were locked behind us and Alan pulled out one of the stakes.
They wanted us to play fetch.
"But you play that with dogs!" I said.
"Not this way you don't."  Alan answered.
He explained the rules as he made them up.
Eric and he would take turns tossing the stake. Melissa and I would have to
run to get it, grabbing it in our teeth. No hands allowed.
We were then to run back and kneel in front of who ever didn't throw it and
present it to him.
It sounded very demeaning and sexist, and I said so.
"Well who's the naked slave girl here?" Alan asked me.
He had a point. Then he explained the reward for winning, or more
accurately the punishment for losing.  The loser each time would get five
spanks on the butt, given by whoever threw the stake.
"Incentive to try harder next time" grinned Eric, liking the game already.
Without further ado, Alan tossed the stake and waited for us to move.  When
we didn't all he said was "of course we could just do the spankings anyway
and keep going until our arms get tired." 
Melissa squealed and ran for the stake.  Startled by her action, I didn't
have a chance of catching her. She brought back the stake and sunk to her
knees in front of Eric.
Alan ginned and pulled me over his lap.  Five sharp slaps later I was ready
to play the game.
Eric tossed it far and Melissa and I were off.
Unused to running with my hands bound behind me I found it difficult to
pick up a rhythm. My breasts bounced around and I felt very awkward.
Melissa consequently beat me again and presented the stake to Alan.  
Hanging my head I started to walk back to Eric until Alan yelled out that
It would be double spankings if we didn't run back. So I ran.
Bent over Eric's lap, five more hard swipes.
My butt felt hot as I stood up.
Alan tossed the stake and again we were off. This time I was determined to
beat Melissa and we ended up pushing each other back and forth while the
men laughed.
Humiliated, I returned with the stake in my mouth and knelt in front of
Eric.  I spat sand out of my mouth while Melissa took her punishment,
crying out as I did with each swipe. 
Eric threw the stake hard and out over the water. Melissa and I hesitated
before plunging in to chase it. 
We could see it floating and wondered how deep the water would be before we
got there. With are hands bound behind us we wouldn't be able to swim worth
a damn.  We ended up floundering around in chest deep water and it was only
luck that I caught it at all.
I walked slowly back to the men and dropped the stake between them.
"Look, I'm serious here. This is stupid and humiliating and I don't want to
play anymore."  I thought I sounded like a small child.
The smile left Alan's face and he stood up. Putting an arm around me he led
me away from Eric.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think you were serious when you protested earlier. I
didn't mean to humiliate you like this."  He kissed me tenderly before
going on, and I found myself melting into his arms. "Its just...well after
what you did for me in the barn I thought you might be into these
submissive type games too."
"What I did in the barn," I replied slowly. "I did for you. There was
nothing submissive about it. I did it because I wanted to. We were having
fun together."
"I see."
"Do you?"
"I think so." He kissed me again. "What do you want to do?"
"I want you to keep on kissing me." I said smiling.
He laughed.  "Tell you what. How about one last bondage session before you
guys leave, and I'll kiss you all you want."
"Deal."
His arm around my shoulder, we walked back to Eric and Melissa, and the
four of us made our way back to the house.
Inside the house, an air conditioner was running and it was cool enough to
make Melissa and I shiver a little.
"I don't suppose we could put on a shirt or something, it's cold in here."
Melissa said.
"Didn't bring any." Said Eric.
"You didn't bring us any clothes?" She asked him.
"Nope, you didn't need them coming out here."
"You pig!" And then she squealed as he pinched her still red butt.
"Children!" Said Alan.
We settled down.
"Its cold in here because of what we planned to do with you.  Now I need
you both to step up here in front of me."
We did so, and I thought I knew what he had in mind that needed a cold
room.
He had us stand back to back, our wrist cuffs locked at our sides. My right
hand to her left hand and vice versa.
He had us lift our arms out straight from our sides and then produced a
large roll of plastic wrap. I was right. They were going to mummify us.
That's what the cold room was for so that we wouldn't over heat.
Eric helped Alan by holding the plastic against our bellies until Alan got
it started. Then his function was to make sure we wouldn't lose our balance
as he wrapped.
Alan started at our midsections and wrapped us tightly together. The
plastic felt cold going on but quickly warmed up.  He wound up and down,
going right up to the bottom of our breasts and back down over our hips
before changing directions. After about ten turns, he had us put our arms
down and continued wrapping.  Our arms were quickly trapped and soon they
were completely encased in plastic. Alan wrapped higher, across and over
our shoulders, even around our necks, but not too tightly. One part he
didn't cover though was my breasts and I had to assume that he didn't cover
Melissa's either. With her pressed against my back I couldn't see her at
all.
After a few turns around us he asked us to spread our legs about two feet.
We eased ourselves down with both Eric and Alan watching our balance and
then Alan started wrapping our legs in turn.
He did each leg separately and it felt odd. I had never heard of a wrap
being done this way, but it bound me and Melissa together very well.
Once both legs were wrapped he stopped.
"Go get the vibrators will you Eric?" He asked.
"Oh God, no!" Said Melissa.  I felt her try to move, but pressed tightly to
me she couldn't do much.
Eric returned with the butterfly vibrators which he held in place between
our legs as Alan passed the roll of plastic wrap over them. A couple of
turns around our waists and they weren't going anywhere.  Of course the
controllers were safely out of the way. Wouldn't want them wrapped up too.
He then had us close our legs and began to wrap them together. 
Eric held onto us so we didn't fall, for which I was grateful.
I had never been mummified before and I found it interesting. The plastic
maintained a constant pressure and felt very smooth and slick. I assumed I
was beginning to sweat although I didn't feel especially warm. I didn't
feel cold any more either. It was very comfortable.
Alan used a lot of plastic on our legs and finished up by going one last
time around our waist. Now all that was uncovered were our heads, breasts
and feet.
Alan took hold of me and Eric took hold of Melissa, and both of them kissed
us. Halfway through they turned on the vibrators. Full power.
Melissa and I jumped and I could feel her squirming as much as I was as the
vibrators did their work.
Alan didn't let go and continued to kiss me, one hand caressing each of my
breasts in turn. 
The first orgasm approached quickly and I bucked and heaved through it as
best I could. As it hit Melissa she would shudder like a jackhammer.
Neither of us were missing out on each others climaxes.  Alan's arms
wrapped around me and I suspected they were toying with Melissa's breasts.
I was too busy kissing him to care. Eric's hands reached around and began
pinching my nipples, hard. I screamed as another orgasm hit.
We continued like this for I don't know how long. I closed my eyes and lost
track of who's hands were doing what. All that stayed the same was the
intensity of the vibrations and Alan's mouth against mine.
Eventually we were spent. The vibrators were turned off and we sagged
against our partners.
"Wow...that was...intense." I managed to gasp out.
"Water, please!"  Melissa said.
Eric held on while Alan got us some water. Now I felt hot inside the
plastic. Sweat and other juices were making it slip and slide around me,
but it didn't change its shape or release its grip on us at all.
The guys didn't say much as we drank, but I could tell they were happy we
had fun.  They waited until we were ready before springing their next
surprise.
"Well, I guess we'd better finish now." Alan said.
"Finish what?" I asked.
"Finish binding you up for your trip home."
"What?"
He smiled and pulled out the ball gag and before I could say anything else
my mouth was again filled with red rubber.
>From the sounds behind me Eric had also taken care of Melissa the same way.
Alan produced a big roll of silver duct tape and starting at our feet,
began winding it around our bodies, tightening our already tight bondage.
All the way up our bodies he wound until he reached our necks. Ripping the
tape off, he pick up our blindfolds.
"I want to tell you something while I can still see your eyes." He said to
me.
I could only wait.
"Your being here this weekend was a gift from God. I had been so down about
my dad that I wondered if there was any point at all in loving anyone
again.  You showed me that there is still joy to be had in the world, and I
thank you.
Anytime you want to come back, do so. I don't want to lose you now that I
have just found you. I don't want to go through that kind of loss twice.
Do you understand?"
I nodded, understanding well. I wanted to tell him that I would definitely
be back, but of course I couldn't.
He saw it in my eyes though, and his smile was the last thing I saw before
he blindfolded me.
He used more tape to secure the blindfold and then did Melissa.
Hands held us up while someone went out the front door.
We were held standing for a while before that person came back and grabbed
our feet. Then, very carefully, we were lifted up and carried on our sides
out of the house.
I heard a car running. It had to be Eric's.  A door opening.
And then we were slid along a soft surface. The back seat?
Seat belts were tightened around us and I felt a little safer. I had my
face to the back of the seat and I felt a pillow or something shoved
between my chest and the seat back. At least I wouldn't suffocate now.
The door closed and I felt Melissa wriggle but like me she was trapped and
couldn't do anything about it.
I could hear the air conditioner running and that made me happy. Wrapped as
we were we would cook quickly in a hot car.
We heard the trunk open and stuff being put in it and the guys saying
good-bye. Then we were off.
I was sad to be leaving, especially this way, unable to say good-bye. It
made me even more determined to go back, and maybe that's why he did it
this way.
The humming between my legs told me that Eric had fired up the vibrators
again, and the rest of the ride went by in a semi-orgasmic bliss.
The car stopped, and so did the vibrators.
Shocks from my much abused clitoris kept me shuddering, and the way Melissa
moved I could tell the same was happening to her.
"Okay guys, we're home." Eric said, opening the door by my head.
He undid the tape that held our blindfolds on and while we blinked in the
bright light of his garage he removed our gags.
"I need to pee Eric," said Melissa. "Please hurry and get us out of here!"
"I'll need to cut you out where you are. No way will I attempt to lift you
out together." He replied. "Be right back."
I waited until he was gone. "You okay Melissa?"
"Yeah, pretty wasted and the arm I'm lying on has gone to sleep, but sure
I'm good. You?"
"I feel wonderful."  Actually I felt very stiff and sore, my mouth was dry
as a bone, and I felt like I'd been having sex for a week straight. Yeah,
wonderful.
Eric came back with some scissors and slowly cut through all the tape and
plastic.
It was like coming out of a cocoon. A very smelly cocoon. Sweat and other
fluids had combined into a sticky mess and out of the whole weekend I think
this was the most embarrassing moment. At least I shared it with Melissa.
Our problem came when Eric had to unlock our cuffs.  He couldn't find the
keys for a moment. Then he remembered they were locked in the trunk and got
them out.
After a minor heart attack, we resumed our extraction from the car on our
own and stood shakily on the bare concrete floor, naked, but unbound.
After a minute to gather our strength, we shook off Eric's offer to help
and arm in arm Melissa and I went into the house.
I took her up on a shower and we took turns under a five minute warm spray,
before wondering down to Eric's living room.
Lying where we had left them, our clothes looked out of place.
Only yesterday afternoon had we nervously taken them off and left them
there. Now, after all we had done it seemed more natural to stay naked than
to pick them up again.
How we had changed.
There was one thing left though.
"Can you give us the keys to our cuffs?" I asked.
Eric tossed me a couple of key rings and I went about removing first
Melissa's and then my own ankle and wrist cuffs.
Melissa was half dressed when I expressed my frustration with one of my
wrist cuffs.  I couldn't find a key for it.
While Eric searched the bag with our bondage gear Melissa went through all
the keys on the tiny lock that held the leather cuff so tightly on my
wrist. The mystery was solved when Eric came back with a note he had found
in the bag addressed to me.
It was from Alan.  It contained a map on how to get to his place, and an
invitation to come collect that key next weekend.
I smiled, and knew I would take him up on it.


End of Part 2.

The Valley     Part 3




Saturday morning.
After a week of thinking about Alan and our first weekend together, I was
aching to see him again.
I had spent the entire week, reliving in my mind the bondage experiences I
had been put in  by both Alan and Eric.  It had been the best weekend of my
life. I was hoping it could continue.
After making some necessary arrangements, I found myself walking up to
Eric's front door with my heart in my mouth. I hoped that Alan hadn't
forgotten his invitation.
I doubted that he had.
Why was I at Eric's?
I needed his help.
Inside, Eric listened to my plan and gladly gave his support.
"Sure, Maria," he said, "I'll help you out. Are you ready?"
I nodded and started to get undressed while Eric took from my bags the
supplies he'd need.
My plan basically was to return to Alan the way he had sent me away. Nude
and wrapped in plastic wrap and duct tape.
I thought it would be a good way to remind him that we were continuing on
from where we had left off, rather than starting new again.
Soon I was naked, and Eric took a moment to look me over. I was not nervous
about being naked in front of him any more, but I still blushed.  Before,
Melissa had always been there with me, but this time it was just us.
"I can see you kept up with your shaving then." He said grinning.
I blushed further. I knew he would notice.
He picked up one of the rolls of plastic wrap I had brought and started
wrapping me.  His style was different from Alan's, and I took notice of the
differences.
He started by wrapping me around my waist, but only a few turns before
ripping the roll off. Then he had me extend each arm out and wrapped each
one separately. Putting my arms down he used a good deal of plastic to bind
my arms tightly to my sides, wrapping me from my neck down to my hips.
Wrapping the arms, he told me, would keep them in place no matter how much
I sweated. He picked up the butterfly vibrator and placed it between my
legs, seating it comfortably before binding it in place with plastic wrap.
At his request I slowly sat down on the floor and lay back while he went
into the kitchen. He came back with two thick wads of paper towels which he
had me hold between my knees and ankles. He told me that would prevent the
hard bones of the ankles and knees from rubbing, which would increase my
comfort level. More plastic wrap bound my legs together tightly and I
slowly became encased in a plastic cocoon. 
When he was done only my head and breasts were left exposed.
I was warm and snug and completely unable to move.
"Thanks," I said, "before you gag me I just want to remind you not to
forget my bags. I'll need all that stuff."
"Sure." He said, before putting the gag in my mouth.
Unlike before, I elected to go with a ring gag this time so I could breath
better. I knew I would be spending at least an hour like this and from
experience knew that having a free breathing method was more comfortable.
Once Eric made sure my gag was tight and comfortable, I watched him go over
to my bags and open them. Before my astonished eyes he began to go through
them, pulling out all the spare clothing I had packed for the weekend.
I kept shaking my head and making noises for him to stop, but he just
smiled and made sure that every last scrap of clothing had been removed.
"I have a feeling you won't be needing any of that stuff anyway." He told
me, before pulling the hood he had hidden behind his back over my eyes.
It was my black leather hood, with the blindfold already attached. I
couldn't do anything to stop him pulling it all the way down and resigned
myself to its embrace while he pulled the laces in back nice and tight.  It
fitted me very well, even with my mouth wide open. Like a second skin.
Now all that was bare about my body were my breasts.
I felt Eric lift my head and shoulders and prop them on something, and
suddenly my mouth and nose were plugged.
I began to panic, but there was a pop and I could breath through my mouth
again. My head was pulled to one side than the other and then my mouth was
plugged again. Another pop and I could breath.
I realized Eric was wrapping my head in plastic wrap and making a hole in
the plastic over my mouth.
He seemed to wind plastic not only around my head, but down around my
shoulders too. When he was done my neck was very stiff and extremely hard
to turn. He finished my fiddling with the plastic over my nose and making
air holes there too. I felt two straws pushed into my nostrils which
helped.
This was as tight as I have ever been. It felt fantastic. a little scary
though.
Hands at my breasts. Eric was taking the opportunity to help himself.
I cried out for him to stop, but his hands and his lips kept caressing me.
My body began to betray my desire when the vibrator was turned on. I felt
my nipples instantly grow hard, and thought I heard Eric snigger.
Sharp pain told me that Eric had added nipple clips to my bondage,
something I hadn't asked for.  The sharpness gave way to a dull throb that
pulsed in time with the vibrations between my legs.
The mixed feelings of pain and pleasure were driving me nuts.
I felt Eric lift me up in his arms and he carried me, hopefully, to his
car.  I wondered again at what brand of sanity made me place my self in the
hands of this Man. Right now he had the power to take me away and do
whatever he wanted to me. I couldn't stop him.
He did put me in his car, I could tell from the contoured back seat.  He
tightened the seat belts around me and left me in agonized pleasure while
he got my bags.
It was a long trip to Alan's, and by the time we got there I was moaning
with my desire. I wanted so much for Eric to turn  up the vibrator so I
could cum. Just once. But I could not communicate that to him. So I lay
there suffering.
He got out of the car and was gone for a long time it seemed before
returning.
"I can't find Alan!" I heard him shout through the heavy lining of the
hood. "His truck is here but his horse isn't. He may just be off riding
somewhere.  I'm gonna leave you here and drive back. If you or Alan don't
call me by this evening I'll come back to get you!"
He picked me up again and I was carried a short distance before being stood
up on my feet.  He propped me up against something and told me not to move
or I would fall. I held perfectly still.
Hands readjusted me, pushing me firm against whatever was holding me up,
and my bondage grew tighter as I felt more plastic wrap being wound around
me.  I must have been leaning against a post.
Soon I was completely immobile and in no danger of falling. Even my head
had been bound tightly to the post. I couldn't move a muscle.
I thought I heard a car drive off, but I wasn't really sure. All that
mattered to me now was the never ending buzz between my legs and the cold
wind that caressed my bare breasts. Little knobs of fire at the tip of each
one.
I was a creature of my senses, not giving much thought to anything but the
sexual release I thought would never come.
It was driving me mad.
Time passed, I don't know how long.
Something pushed against my head and I felt it move.  It lost it's support
and flopped down.  Fingers at my neck and cool air began to rush in and
soon the hood was pulled from me.
I blinked in the dim light, as the person in front of me worked the buckle
on my gag. My eyes focused finally and I could see it was Alan. Once the
gag was removed I worked my aching jaw.
"Hi beautiful." He said smiling.
"Please," I whimpered, "let me cum, I can't stand t any more. Please...."
A frown appeared and he looked me over while I closed my eyes against the
vibrations that had been torturing me for what seemed like days. I opened
them again to see him take a knife and carefully cut away the plastic by my
left hip.  
Eric had wrapped the controller for the vibrator into my bondage to make it
harder to find.
Alan pulled it out and held it up for me to see.
"Please...?"  I begged.
"Are you mine?" He asked me.
"Oh yes. I'm yours. Yours forever."
He flipped the switch, the vibrator exploded and so did I!

I woke up on my back, on a nice soft surface.  Opening my eyes I could see
that I was lying on a bed in a bedroom.  The light was dim, but it was
still daylight. Rain was falling hard outside.
I stretched, grateful that I could move, although a small jingle told me
that something had been attached to me.
I sat up and took stock of myself.
I was still naked, but all the plastic had been removed. I stunk with
sweat.  On my wrists and ankles were the leather cuffs, locked again with
tiny padlocks.  The one on my left ankle had a heavy chain attached, and
further investigation showed the chain piled up in a huge coil at the foot
of the bed before being attached at its other end to the bed frame.
At least I could move from the bed.
The room itself looked like it would be his bedroom.  It definitely showed
signs of being occupied, and was about as tidy as the parts of the house I
had seen already.
I got out of bed, and padded toward the closed door. It opened easily.
Dragging the chain behind me I made my way to the bathroom a couple of
doors down and made full use of it. All of my toiletries had been left in
there and I took the opportunity to shower and get cleaned up. Once done I
looked and smelled a lot better.
I had about reached the end of my chain however, and could see that going
downstairs would be impossible.
Once I left the bathroom I went as far as the chain would allow and called
out to Alan. There was no reply, I thought maybe he was out in the barn or
something. I would have to wait for him.
I considered just going back into his room, but decided to look in the room
I had passed to go to the bathroom.
It was another bedroom. This one too looking occupied, until I saw how
dusty everything had become.
Everything in it gave the impression of just being left where it was.
"It was my father's"  said Alan behind me.
I almost jumped out of my skin. Man he was quiet.
"You almost scared me to death." I told him.
"Sorry. I'd rather you didn't go in here."
"Oh, sure!"  I said, backing out of the room and shutting the door. 
Alan stood quietly by the stairs. Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt he seemed
a little lost in thought.  He pulled himself together and smiled. I loved
his smile.
"You look good." He said.
I blushed. Of course I looked good. I'd look good to any man naked. 
"Thanks. I remembered your invitation."
"Glad you  decided to come. I suppose you got a little help, I don't think
you could have gotten bound to that post by yourself."
"Eric helped me.  Oh, we're supposed to call him right away so he knows
you've found me, or he'll be back to release me."
Alan nodded and stepped forward. He took me in his arms and we kissed.
Slowly and deeply.
Then he picked me up and carried me back to his room.  For a while words
weren't needed as we made love quietly.
When Alan finally left to call Eric, he left me bound spread to his bed. I
was very happy about how things had gone so far. This was like a dream.
Alan came back in and sat down beside me.
"Now, how do you want to go about this?  I saw no clothing in your bags so
I'm assuming you want to spend the weekend as you did last time."
"Actually it's a week," I said quietly. "I took a week off work, if you'll
have me."
This seemed to take Alan back a moment.
"Oh," I continued, "about my clothes. I had planned on bringing some, but
Eric took them all out of my bags after he had tied me up."
This made him laugh and I smiled.
"Well, I guess that means you'll be spending most of your time as you are.
Although if you really object I'm sure I can find something for you."  As
he spoke one of his hands drifted over to my thigh and a finger rubbed
slowly up and down. It felt wonderful.
"Whatever you decide is fine by me." I said, my eyes closed.
"Look at me." he ordered.
I opened my eyes again.
"I'd love to have you here for the week. But I have to work, so understand
that I won't be able to give you my full attention a lot of the time.  I'm
sure we can think of ways to keep you occupied during those times, okay?"
I nodded, a big smile on my face.
"Are you going to keep me in bondage the whole time?" I asked.
"That's up to you. Is that what you want?"
"Oh yes!"  My enthusiasm must have been very evident for he couldn't help
grinning with me.
"All right. It will be a challenge, but I guess I'm up for it. You will be
my slave for the next week, submitting to my every whim and desire."
"Especially your desires." I replied wriggling my hips.
He laughed and leaned forward and kissed me. I was in heaven.
A short while later he had me in the kitchen cooking for him.
Again he had me in what was going to be my standard uniform while I wasn't
bound in anything else.  Ankles connected with eight inch chain and hands
cuffed together.
I had slept through lunch and we had screwed the afternoon away so I was
pretty hungry. I mixed up a salad and the two of us sat at the table
munching on it as we caught up on our separate weeks.
"How did Melissa like her weekend?" Alan asked me after a while.
"Oh, she loved it.  We met for lunch on Monday and she could talk about
nothing else. Said it was the most intense time of her life.  Funny
though..."
"What?"
"Well, we usually talk at least once every few days, but I haven't heard
from her since then. I wanted to tell her I would be coming up here, but
she never replied to her messages."
"Could something be wrong?"
"I doubt it.  Sometimes I don't hear from her for a while, and then she
pops up like nothing has happened.  It's probably nothing."
We ate in silence after that. From time to time I would catch Alan watching
me eat, my hands always together. Or he would be looking at my breasts as I
moved back and forth.
"I see your sunburn turned into a rather nice tan." he said.
I smiled.  Most of my tan lines had been wiped out by our activities last
weekend. I wondered if I would have any left by the time I left here again.
Once done with our meal, Alan had me clean up and then meet him in the den.
 Our evening was spent in front of the TV with me bound to the couch, face
up, ankles at one end, hands at the other.
He sat so I was draped across his lap, my body arched with my pelvis the
high point.  His hands and lips spent the evening caressing my body, making
me moan with desire. He would pinch my nipples or play with my clitoris
with his tongue. It was erotic torture, and I loved every second of it.
Our night was spent making love again in his bedroom, and when finally he
went to sleep, I lay spread as he had bound me, thinking about what the
week would bring.

The next morning Alan gave me a half hour in the bathroom, before sending
me down to the kitchen with a smack on my bare rump.
I cooked breakfast and when we were done with that he gagged me with a ball
gag and took me outside.
The ground was still wet from all the rain, but otherwise the sky was clear
and it looked like it would be a sunny day.
The air was still cold, however, and I shivered a little as I shuffled
after Alan through the muddy yard.
He headed for the barn and once inside he undid my bonds but left me
gagged.
Then he showed me everything I needed to know to clean out his horse's
stall and set me to work.
I would have objected, but I actually enjoyed the work, and I knew how much
Alan enjoyed watching my naked body work up a sweat.  He stood with Nelson
and seemed to hold a conversation with him. Alan would describe for Nelson
what I was doing, and how I looked doing it. How the mud from the yard had
covered my feet, how my breasts jiggled as I hefted the hay bales, how the
dirt and sweat seemed to cling to me everywhere.  I do believe this man was
turned on by my being dirty.  I shook my ass at him as a comment to his
behavior.
As before I was tired and sore by the time Alan led Nelson back into his
stall, but it was a happy tired.
Alan locked my hands behind me and hobbled my ankles again, then he took a
strap from his pocket and wrapped it around my elbows, pulling them
together.  I had only ever had this done to me once before and remembered
the stress it had put on my shoulders.  There was no denying how it looked
though. My breasts thrust out and Alan took the opportunity to kiss and
caress each nipple.
"I have a few things I need to get done in my office," he said, "So I'm
going to leave you out here for a while. I do not want you coming into the
house, otherwise you can explore out here as much as you want. Okay?"
I nodded, but I didn't know how much exploring I could do bound as I was.
Alan gave me a quick kiss and swatted my ass again before leaving me. I
stood and watched him until he went into the house, before moving.
Having only eight inches of play between your feet means that you can't
move quickly, as I found out braving the wind to reach the swimming hole. I
wanted to wash the sweat and dirt off my body and that seemed the only
place to do it.
The sun felt warm on my skin, but the wind chilled me as it dried the sweat
on my body.  The shuffling was murder too.
By the time I reached the waters edge I was pretty tired.  I braved the
cold water with a grimace as I slowly waded in. Eventually I was able to
float and turned over onto my back.
I had to be careful not to float out of my depth, my hands bound behind me
meant I couldn't swim at all, but no place I went showed any sign of the
bottom dropping out so I felt fairly safe.
The water stayed cold though, and it wasn't long before I was driven out in
search of warmth.
As I stood on the sand, the sun drying me out, I wondered what it was Alan
was doing that I couldn't see. It was probably something to do with his
work, but I hoped he was preparing something for me.
I made my way back up the path once I was dry and back into the yard.  The
ground was still muddy and squelched between my toes as I made my slow way
around, not an all together unpleasant experience. In fact the only thing I
didn't like about my current activity was the cold. I could see goose bumps
everywhere on my skin.
It wasn't until I had wondered around a couple of sheds that the ache in my
shoulders began to call out for attention.
I must have been outside for about an hour by now and I looked toward the
house in the vain hope Alan was watching me.  There was no sign of him and
I wondered if I risked heading over there to get him to loosen the elbow
strap.
Up to now, I hadn't given him any reason to punish me, and I wondered if he
was the kind of guy who would do that.  Only one of my former boyfriends
had taken to doing that once he discovered my affection for bondage. I felt
lucky to have dissolved that relationship before becoming a target for his
abuse. 
Alan was an unknown article.
It was evident he was much into the Domination side of our little hobby, by
the promise he had extracted from me. There was also the way right from the
beginning that he had referred to me as a slave girl.  
I kind of liked the attention, and I didn't object to being his slave girl
as long as he remembered we were both only playing.
For the first time since I met him I was a little nervous about Alan.
I decided to stay out a while longer and continue looking around.
The sheds I had looked at both were filled with the usual junk you find in
rural farm yards. The next one I found was fairly empty. Edging open the
door with my hands bound the way they were was difficult but not
impossible, and I found myself in a large square shed.  In one corner were
piled about a dozen crates, the walls were bare and the far end had a
workbench. Otherwise it's earthen floor was clear of debris. The windows
were very dirty and even with the sun shining full on it the light was dim.
 The air seemed dusty and dry. My mind saw possibilities in the place.
As I shuffled out, my shoulders sang out for attention and I decided to go
seek out Alan.
I shuffled across the yard and up onto the porch, taking it easy up each
step. The door was unlocked and I stepped inside. I was conscious of how
muddy my feet were but at that point my shoulders really needed some
release, so I told myself I could always clean the floor later.
His voice could be heard coming from a doorway down the hall and I made my
way down, shouldering open the half open door.
Alan was seated at a desk in front of a computer with a lot of numbers on
the screen. He was on the phone and paused in mid sentence for a moment
when he saw me.
There was no anger in his eyes, I was happy to see, but he didn't
acknowledge me either. Instead he finished his conversation and hung up the
phone.
"Now I know I told you to stay outside," he said, "so either you willfully
disobeyed me or there is something wrong. Is there something wrong?"
I nodded. and turned around and wriggled my elbows.
"Is that too tight?" He asked.
I nodded again.
He came over and examined my arms. He was loosening the strap when he
noticed the floor.
"Oh Maria.  Because you had a legitimate reason I'm not going to punish you
for coming in here, but look at what you did to my floor.  I guess we'll
have to think of a way for you to clean it up." He grinned slowly, and I
could see the mirth in his eyes.
The worry I had built up, wondering how he would react, left me and I knew
that he wasn't genuinely  angry.  I bet his punishment for messing up the
floor would be interesting rather than punishing.
It was both.
Fifteen minutes later I was on my knees scrubbing the floor with a brush.
The brush had been bound between my breasts and my nipples grazed the hard
wood floor with each pass of the brush. I had to really spread my knees in
order to get low enough to reach the floor.  Tied to the front of my face
was a large rag that I used to wet the floor with by dunking my head into a
bucket and wiping the floor.  To dry the floor another rag had been bound
to my butt.  I would have to crouch down and wipe the wet floor with this
rag and then go out on the porch and sit down on the rag to squeeze it out.
My hands and elbows were still bound behind me, although Alan had loosened
the strap around my elbows to a more comfortable setting.  I was also still
gagged and the last indignity was the butterfly vibrator strapped between
my legs set on low.
Alan told me to make sure I scrubbed every inch of the hallway, and as it
hadn't been done in a while he would be able to tell if I missed a spot.
I don't know if I loved it or hated it.
The rubbing of my nipples on the floor and the vibrations over my clit 
distracted me no end, yet my back hurt, my ass was wet as was my face.  All
in all I was reduced to a pitiful little slave girl by the time I was done.
I knew I wouldn't track mud in again.
"Very nice." was all he said when he came out to check once I had finished.
He took me by one arm and led me into his office. He had me kneel and
quickly bound my ankles to my wrists and then turned up the vibrator.
"Don't tip over." he whispered.
How I managed to stay upright I don't know. While the vibrator kept the
orgasms piling up Alan sat and watched, talking with someone on the phone.
I loved and hated him.
Lunch was spent released of all my bonds except for my wrists, which were
locked together in front of me.
"How do you like your vacation so far?" Alan asked me.
I smiled and rubbed my thighs together.  My clit was still sending shocks
through my system and I loved it.  "I'm going to recommend this place to my
local tourist office." I told him, which made him laugh. "I do have an idea
though." I went on.
"Really? I'd love to hear it."
I asked him about the shed I had looked at. The almost empty one. He told
me that it had been a workshop for his dad, but now all the tools were
packed in those crates.
I asked him if he had any plans for it.
"Just storage." he said, puzzled.
"I'd like to see if it could be used to satisfy a fantasy of mine." I told
him.
A big grin appeared, something that appears on most men when a woman
mentions the word "Fantasy".
"Go on!" He said, very eager to hear mine.
"Well. I have always wanted to try the imprisoned damsel bit. you know?
Kept in a small cell, ravaged every once and a while by the cruel knight.
Cold chains, bread and water. you get the idea.  If we emptied out that
shed, with a little modification it could be turned into a pretty good
dungeon cell."
Alan sat back, an amazed look on his face.
"You would let yourself be put through that?" He asked.
"Sure.  I'd like to try it at least once."
"You know suddenly I have an idea.  But before I tell you about we'll have
to clean out that shed."
"Then you agree?"  I hadn't thought it would be that easy.
"Oh yes. it has lots of possibilities."
Alan seemed genuinely  pleased by my idea, and right after I had cleaned up
from lunch we went out to the shed so he could look.  All the time we were
there he would look around and mutter to himself.
He undid my wrists and the both of us started hauling out the crates,
carrying them over to the barn. It wasn't long before the shed was
completely bare of everything but the workbench.
"Looks good!" Alan said smiling.
I could only agree.
He locked my wrists together again and led me back to the house. We went up
to his bedroom where he began digging through his closet.
"I have an idea for a little scenario, if you're willing to give it a go."
he said, voice slightly muffled by all the clothes.
"What is it?" I answered.
He stood up holding a large men's dress shirt, rather worse for wear. He
unlocked my wrist cuffs and took them off my wrists, then did the same with
my ankle cuffs. For the first time in a long time I was completely naked,
not a single restraint. He handed me the shirt which I put on.
"Here's my idea," he said while he did all this. "You will play the part of
the maiden, lost in the valley. I will play the part of the dark knight. I
will give you thirty minutes to hide somewhere on my land before I come and
find you. If you can avoid me for two hours, then you win. If I find and
capture you before two hours, then I win." 
"What do I win?" I asked him, standing there in his shirt.
Alan took the shirt sleeves in his hands and ripped them off in one sudden
move. Now the shirt was sleeveless and resembled a loose fitting dress. "I
know you want to do this dungeon thing, so I had to think of something to
do with it that you would value. What you win, is the ability to say when
you've had enough. You get to come out when you want to.  What I win, is
the ability to keep you in there as long as I want to. No matter what you
say.  Is it a deal?"
Wow!  It seemed my wish was coming true with a vengeance. It would be nice
to be able to stop when I wanted, but would I be able to stay in as long as
HE wanted me to. "How will I know when the two hours are up?" I asked.
Alan dug back in the closet for a moment and came out with my watch.
Something Eric had missed when he went through my bags. "Here." he said,
giving it to me.
I had to decide. this was too good to pass up.
"All right." I told him.
He smiled. "It's 20 after right now." he said looking at his watch. "We'll
start at 30 after. Your thirty minute head start and my two hour time limit
will start then.  Don't leave the house until the time starts. My property
has a fence all around it, so I'm trusting you not to go over it. Otherwise
you have the run of the entire valley floor."
"Sounds good!"
"Right now, I'm going to get your cell ready. See you again in about an
hour?"
I laughed. "In your dreams Sir Knight!"
"Wench!" He said laughing himself.  He gave me a kiss and headed out the
door.
Not really knowing what else to do, I walked down to the front door and
waited for game time.
I was nervous. It was only hitting me now how much was riding on this. I
was gambling away a right to say no, to stop something in action.  The fact
that I was barefoot and in unknown territory began to frighten me. How was
I supposed to win?
What spurred me on when game time began was that this was a long valley and
I doubted he could cover it all in two hours.
At least I hoped so.
I moved as quickly as I could along the pathways that crisscrossed the
valley.  A lot of the land next to the stream was so heavily wooded that I
hesitated to break through in my bare feet. Outside the wooded area, the
hill sides were so bare I would easily be seen.  It seemed there were fewer
hiding places than I thought there would be.
Still, I kept going.
As I crossed through a glade I looked at my watch. It read 10 after. Alan
had already been hunting me for ten minutes.  I sped up.
I was looking for a place where I could get to the stream, and eventually I
found it. A small cut in the brush. I thought if I could get to the other
side I might have a better chance.
Standing on the bank, the stream looked to be about 10 feet wide and a
couple of feet deep. It was moving at a fair rate but I didn't think I
would have any trouble crossing it.
I stepped into the cold water and almost jumped back out again.  The still
water in the swimming hole must get warmed by the sun, but this free
flowing water was almost like ice.
I stumbled my way across and up the bank on the other side, the hem of the
shirt I was wearing wet and dark against my now cold legs.
There wasn't really much of a path for a good thirty feet through the
woods, until I broke out the other side. I decided to follow the tree line
in the hopes of finding something better.
An hour after I left the house I was beginning to despair ever finding a
hiding place when I heard the hoof beats.
Alan was riding Nelson.
That wasn't fair. Here I was barefoot and he was riding his horse, but
then, how else would a knight get about.
I listened carefully and discovered he was still on the other side of the
stream. I still had a chance.
I kept going as fast as I could, and was starting to think I might win,
when I came to the fence line.
The fence disappeared into the trees to my right and went up the hill to my
left. There was a gate, but I wasn't allowed through it.
What to do.  Turning back meant I might run into Alan. It was too soon for
that.
I followed the fence into the trees and forced my way through the
underbrush.  A popping sound told me that my shirt had caught a branch, and
the top five buttons had all come off in a row. To keep the shirt from
catching again, and to keep my breasts covered I had to hold on with one
hand and push aside branches with the other.
The ground hurt my feet and I was really getting pissed off at the whole
thing when I suddenly broke free to open ground. 
The stream was in front of me, and across it was Alan.
What a sight he was.
He was shirtless, but still wore his jeans. On his head he wore my hood. It
made him look very menacing as he sat high on his horse.
He spurred Nelson on toward me and with a shriek I turned around and headed
back the way I came.
I didn't really stand a chance. Just as I got back out the other side I
could hear Nelson huffing and puffing almost right behind me.
I ran as fast as I could but Alan overtook me easily and jumped off his
horse.
"Ah Wench!" Alan yelled. "You look like you could be a fine bit of sport.
Submit to the will of the Dark Knight!"
I almost laughed, his accent was terrible.
"Oh please Sir Knight," I replied, faking an accent of my own, "I am not
worthy of your attentions, you would do better with another."
"Another?  And you with your charms displayed before me?"
The shirt was gaping open and of course he could see everything.
"Oh please take pity on this hapless girl." I pleaded, then I darted to the
left to get by him.
He was quick, but all he got was a hand full of shirt.
Unfortunately, I was left with a lot less than that when I broke free. The
shirt was ripped off my body and I was left wearing only my watch as I ran.
The running was wearing me down. I had to hold one hand over my breasts to
stop them bouncing too hard. I knew I would have some bruises after this.
I wasn't prepared for the tackle he threw me.
We both rolled a couple of times, then he was on me.
He rolled me onto my front and quickly bound my hands behind me. Then he
did my legs and connected then all together in a hog tie. When he stood up
I felt like a calf in a rodeo calf tying contest.
"You're mine now fair maiden." he said. "Mine until I say otherwise."  Alan
showed me his watch. I still had a half hour left. I had lost.
"Oh please sir I beg your mercy and your forgiveness."
Alan laughed and reached down to tickle me.  I don't know if knights ever
did that to the maidens they captured, but soon he had me rolling with
laughter. I am very ticklish.  When he had me gasping for air he undid the
hog tie and my feet and stood me up. With a rope about my waist he led me
back to my new home.
Alan had made a few changes to the shed in the short time he had.  Most
noticeable was that he had wetted down the floor, so now it felt like damp
earth. It kept the dust down.
Hanging from the rafters against one wall, were two chains with the leather
wrist cuffs already attached. He led me over there and untied my hands,
only to lock them into the cuffs.  He quickly fitted the ring gag into my
mouth and locked it in place. 
He then picked up what looked like a metal bar with holes drilled in it and
the ankle cuffs attached at each end. A spreader bar.  With sure fingers he
locked my ankles in place and there I was. Open and vulnerable.
I was excited and frightened.
The hood came off and his sweaty face smiled at me.
"Well,"  he said, "bet you thought you were going to win huh? So did I for
a little while. Guess my luck ran better than yours. Anyway, you'll be here
for at least a couple of days, maybe longer."  His grin made me groan. He
was loving this, and to tell the truth so was I. "There's still a few more
things I want to do in here to make it more miserable for you, but I can
get to that later. In the mean time..."  He stepped forward and placed a
blindfold on me, it too was locked on with a tiny padlock. Then I felt his
hands at my sex and I writhed under the sudden attention.
I was hot, and wanted him, but he just laughed and left me alone after a
few seconds fingering.  I heard the door shut and a lock slam home.
I was alone.
The chains my wrists were attached to were long. Standing up I could reach
my head, but no amount of tugging or pulling would free me of either the
gag or the blindfold.
Sliding carefully down the wall, I found I could sit on the bare floor, but
my hands were kept high overhead in this position and my legs splayed
outwards in an obscene manner. I figured my feet were being held about
three feet apart.  Should he be willing to ravage me, there would be no way
I could stop him. The thought made me tingle all over.
The ground was wet, and smelled. The wall was concrete block and very hard
against my back.  Pretty soon I was feeling miserable. Was this what I
wanted?
I sat there thinking about my strange tastes. How normal was it to want to
bound by someone. To let herself be taken over and used strictly for
pleasure.  What was I doing here?
I had no answers.
The door opened and I heard Alan come in.
A jet of cold water hit me and I shuddered under its impact.
"You'd better drink while you can, wench!" Alan said.
I lifted my head and caught what water I could before he shut it off.
The ground I sat on felt muddy.  I bet he loved seeing me like this.
He stayed with me a while, moving about the room. I heard the chink of
chains many times as well as the sound of tools being used. Occasionally I
would hear him swear and once when I giggled he took the hose to me again
and soaked me down in cold water.
A while later I felt him directly in front of me, and a sense of pressure
on  the spreader bar showed he was putting his weight on it.  I was
unprepared for his tongue on my sex and it made me jump.  I had to sit and
take it while he tongued my clitoris almost to orgasm, before getting up
again.
I bucked my hips and moaned, not wanting to be denied.
"It seems my fair maiden has a bit of slut in her after all." he said.
"Look at her rutting away. I guess I can find something to keep her
occupied for a while."
The spreader bar was pulled and I was dragged part way from the wall. My
butt was almost lifted from the ground, and I hung from my wrists.  There
was a pounding sound, and the spreader bar seemed anchored in place. Then
some more pounding as something was driven into the ground right in front
of my pussy.  Whatever it was, it only just touched. If I strained I could
rub it a little harder.
"Better?" he asked.  "Here, lets try this."
The object at my pussy began to vibrate. Its stimulation was powerful, but
I could only feel it if I strained. The bastard was going to make me really
work for the orgasm I desperately wanted.
"I'll check back on you later."  He said, and left.
My body felt tight, like a bow string. Lifting my hips to brush against the
vibrator took a lot of muscle power. Yet I felt I just needed a little push
to get me going over the edge. I grew tired quickly though, and the
frustration of it all made me cry.
Damn Alan was good at this!
It was to a very tired and sexually beaten woman that Alan returned to a
few hours later.
I heard him come in and pull the vibrator out from the ground between my
legs. I then felt another set of manacles go around my wrists and a collar
fastened around my neck. My hands were released from the wrist cuffs that
suspended me, and I sank to the floor in relief.  The manacles around my
wrists were immediately connected to my collar.  The spreader bar was
released from the ground, but stayed attached to me.
I was pulled along the muddy dirt floor until I could lay flat.  Alan's
naked body came down onto mine and he entered me with ease.  I seemed to
cum forever as he pumped into me. Joining me at the end with an orgasm of
his own.
He lay on me only a short while before climbing off me without a word. A
moment later my blindfold was taken off.  It was night time. The only light
in the shed came from the open doorway. Light spilled in from the yard
light outside.
Alan stood at the doorway, still naked and smiling. He pointed to where a
plate and cup lay on the ground near by and then stepped out, closing and
locking the door behind me.
It was pitch black. Alan must have covered the windows for there was no
light to be seen.  I waited to see if my eyes would adjust, but there was
no improvement.
I sat up, hands locked to my throat and legs locked wide open, and tried to
remember where the plate was.
It took some effort but I managed to flip over onto my front. What the
hell, I might as well get muddy all over.
In this position I was able to use my elbows and knees to work my way
forward to where I though the plate was.  I was fairly accurate in my
direction finding and hit it with my left elbow.  The plate had a few
slices of bread on it, and the cup held more water.
Well, I had asked for bread and water.
Eating with the ring gag, meant basically tearing the bread into tiny
pieces and washing them down with water.  I couldn't chew anything.
Once the bread was gone, I saw no reason for any further activity, so I lay
my head down and fell asleep where I lay.

I woke up when something hard pushed the spreader bar. Before I knew it I
was on my knees, my head still resting in the dirt which pushed my ass up
high.  Hands reached for my breasts and my pussy was invaded as my visitor
plunged deep into me.  I was overwhelmed by the ruthlessness of it all, but
that didn't stop my body from responding. I almost came when felt his hot
semen pump into me, but he pulled out too soon, and with a howl of
frustration I was left alone once more.

I woke up, an ache in my bladder and bowls. I crawled until I was stopped
by a chain connected to my collar, and slowly got to my widely spread feet.
I relieved myself and then waddled carefully away.
It was still pitch black, my senses were filled with the smell of what I
had just done.  I hoped I wouldn't crawl there by accident.

The door opened, bright sunlight. Then it was closed.
A single flame lit up the dark room.  A candle.  Alan put it down on the
workbench.
"How are you doing?"  he asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. It was hard to be specific gagged as I was. I was
lying on my back again, but otherwise my position hadn't, and couldn't,
change.
He looked concerned as he ran his hands over me, but a smile appeared when
he found no serious injury.
"Do you want to stop?"
I thought for a moment, then shook my head.
"Good. I don't think you should either."
He stepped over me and undid his pants. His cock sprung out already at full
attention. A moment later he was taking full advantage of the ring gag by
plunging himself directly into my open mouth.  My tongue was pushed out of
the way by the head of his penis and I had to concentrate on not choking as
he pumped away. The hot gush of semen overflowed my mouth and I could feel
it run down my cheeks. I swallowed what I could.
Alan pulled out, smiling, and did up his pants.
He went over and picked up the plate, and then left the shed again.
In the candle light I looked around.  I was about where I was when he first
chained me up, just a couple of feet away from the wall.  My toilet spot
was a few feet to my right and the bench a few feet the other way.
The chain that ran to my collar was connected to the leg of the workbench.
No way was it long enough for me to be able to reach the door. 
The candle flickered, and went out.

Over the next few hours, days, Alan visited me at infrequent intervals.  He
would sometimes bring in the hose, to keep the floor wet and muddy. He
would bring in my bread and water, and always make me crawl for it.
And he would screw me, both vaginally and orally.  I existed in that room
for his sexual pleasure only.  I got my wish all right. I was completely
his prisoner. He used my body and kept me alive. I survived on bread,
water, and the large amount of his cum that he pumped down my throat any
chance he got. My bonds were never released, not even the ring gag. 
Then it all changed.
"Maria. Maria. Come on, wake up."
I groaned.
I felt his hands at my feet and the spreader bar came off, then he lifted
me up and carried me out of the shed.
It was dark outside, but the yard light was bright enough to stun my light
starved eyes. Apart from an occasional dim candle, I had been kept in the
dark the whole time.
Alan carried me into the house, up the stairs and into the bathroom.  The
tub had been filled and he lay me gently in the water.
As he spoke he removed my gag and all my other restraints.
"There's a problem, it's Melissa."  He said.
"Huh?" I was still gagged.
"She's in trouble. She called about 15 minutes ago. Apparently she has been
with Eric since you last saw her and he has been pretty rough on her. She
made it to a phone and called me for help."
"Is she all right?"  My voice felt so horse, but it was nothing against my
concern for Melissa.
"I don't know. I don't think so. She pleaded with me to come get her.  She
said she was alone at his house and didn't expect him back soon. Said I was
to hurry."
What could have happened to her?  My mind had a hard time grasping it all
after what I had just been through myself.
"You have to go." I said.
Alan unlocked the last of my restraints and stood up. "Yes. I know.  I'll
be back in a couple of hours. Look, I hate to leave you like this..."
"Go, go! Go rescue my friend!" I pleaded with him.
He nodded and started for the door.  Something occurred to me.
"Alan?"
"Yes?"
"What day is it?"
He looked rather startled, and glance at his watch. "Its Wednesday, about
11:30 pm."  he said, and vanished.
I was in there for three days. Only three days. It seemed like a lot
longer. I found it easier to concentrate on Melissa, and what her problem
could be.  Didn't Alan say that she had been with Eric since Monday?  That
meant she was with him, probably in his house, when I was there Saturday
morning.
He hadn't said a word. He must have done something to her.
My thoughts ran wild as I went through the automatic motions of bathing.  I
stunk really bad. I had dried mud and other stuff encrusted everywhere.  My
hair was more like a helmet and it took a lot of careful manipulations to
get all the mud and dried cum out.  At one point I got out of the tub,
drained and rinsed it, and refilled it.  The muscles of my hips and thighs
were tired from being spread open so long, and if I wasn't concentrating,
would spread apart all by themselves they were so used to the position. My
cheeks and jaw were very sore from being held open all that time. Yet I was
vaguely satisfied in a way. 
My thoughts kept returning to Melissa though.
When finally done soaking the pain away, I dug through Alan's closet in the
hope of finding something to wear.  In the end I just put on one of his
T-shirts and left it at that. There was no real need for me to get dressed
at all, except I needed a little bit of normality to counter the events of
the past few days and the current crisis.
My third stop was the kitchen, for something other than bread and cum and
water.
I was sitting outside on the porch, belly full and head spinning with
worry, when lights in the darkness proved to be Alan's truck coming down
the driveway.
He pulled to a stop and got out, walking around to the other side.  He
helped the small figure out of the truck and I ran out to meet them.
It was Melissa. Wrapped in a blanket.  Her eyes were red and she was
shaking. I hugged her and she pulled back.
"Don't hold her." Alan said. "She's been whipped."
I put my hand to my mouth, I was shocked.
I took one of Melissa's hands in my own and at last she looked up into my
eyes.  Her spirit was gone.  I led her up the steps and into the house,
with Alan following behind.
We took her upstairs and pulled the blanket from her unresisting fingers. 
She was nude underneath and I could see why.  Welts and scars covered her
skin from neck to thighs, all down her back. Her front was in better shape
but her breasts and belly showed signs of being whipped also.
Her wrists, ankles, neck and crotch also showed a lot of rope burns and
chaff marks. She also stank and was covered in what looked like dried sperm
and excrement.
"I have some stuff we can apply to her wounds, if you can get her cleaned
up a bit first." Alan whispered to me. "Lets see if we an get her to take
some painkillers. "
I nodded not daring to speak.
I held both her hands and felt her slowly tighten her grip on mine. She
looked exhausted. I never felt so low.
Alan came back with a glass of water and some pills.  I got Melissa to take
them and then we got her to climb into the shower in the bathroom. 
She stood legs apart, arms and head resting against the shower wall, while
the water poured around her. I took a wash cloth and wiped away the
majority of the gunk that was sticking to her skin, but was afraid to scrub
too hard. Once we had dried her, we got her to lie down on the bed on her
front.
Alan left me alone while I carefully applied the lotion he had given me to
all of her whip marks. Every time I touched her she winced and it broke my
heart.
I told her that she was safe and that she would be okay. I told her how
much I loved her and that I wished I could take her pain for her.  I just
kept talking as I worked, trying to reassure, to comfort.  
Not once did she say anything.
When at last she fell asleep, I went downstairs to find Alan. He was in the
den sitting in the dark, a glass of something in his hand.
"Tell me." I said.
He described the scene he found when he got to Eric's.
At first he thought the house was empty, but noise from up stairs drew his
attention.
He found Melissa in a bedroom that had been converted into a bondage
playroom. She was hanging upside down naked from the ceiling. Her hands
were cuffed  and two large dildos had been inserted in her. On the floor
under her was a jacket on which Alan had found a cell phone. A tipped over
chair in front of her showed where the jacket had hung. Melissa had
apparently managed to swing forward enough to grab the jacket and reach the
phone.
Alan quickly searched the house but found no sign of Eric.
He unhooked Melissa from the hooks she hung from, and quickly undid all her
bonds.  All she would say to him was that they had to hurry and get out.
Moving her was agony for both of them, but he eventually got her out to his
truck in a blanket and brought her back here.
"The walls were padded," he told me. "She could have screamed all night and
no one would have heard her.  He had whips and sticks and stuff hung from
hooks all over the place.  I don't know how long he had been whipping her,
but some of those marks look half healed compared to others."
I sat on his lap and hugged him, his arms curling around me.
"I hope to God I haven't hurt you like that." he said, almost sobbing.
I began to reassure him, as I had Melissa.  I told him that nothing he had
done had hurt me, that everything we did had been with my consent, even the
stuff in the shed. I told him I knew he would never treat me like that. 
Especially now that I had seen his reaction to it.
He took a sip of his drink, and asked me if Melissa was sleeping. I told
her she was. 
He suggested I spend the night with her and then carefully lifted me off
his lap and walked out the door.
I stood by the front door and waited. I didn't hear his truck start so I
assumed that he was just taking a walk outside and went up to bed.
Peeling off my T-shirt I crawled under the covers next to Melissa, and fell
into a dreamless sleep.



End of Part 3 


The Valley    Part 4




The first thing I saw when I woke up was Melissa's eyes.  It took a moment
to remember what we were doing in bed together, and when I did my day was
ruined.
"Do you know you snore?" She asked me, a small smile on her face.
The day didn't look so bad after all. For her to be able to joke after what
she had gone through, gave me hope that she would be all right.
"I'm happy that you are here to hear it." I answered, making her smile even
more.
"Maria, thank God you found me!" She cried.
I took hold of her hands, afraid to touch her anywhere else, and watched as
my best friend began to cry.  I stroked her hair, and mumbled soothing
words. I wanted to hug her but I knew that would only cause her more pain.
Eventually she calmed down and I asked her how she felt.
"My back feels like its raw, and so does my butt. I feel pretty sore all
over." She told me.
"I have some stuff to put on you, it should help, okay?"
"Sure."
She was still lying on her front, although a light sheet had been pulled
over her. I distinctly remembered her going to sleep on top of the covers.
Alan must have come in sometime while we slept and covered her.
I sat up, and pulled the sheet back from Melissa's nude body.
In the daylight the full horror of her whip marks could be seen. Major
areas of her body were so battered, you couldn't tell where the individual
whip marks were.  The bruising had turned portions of her skin a myriad of
colors ranging from bright pink to almost black. I hated it.
As before, the application of the salve that Alan had found caused Melissa
to shudder and wince.  She didn't complain, however, and when we were done
she told me that the stuff had taken the edge off the pain.
I got out of bed and pulled on the T-shirt. 
"Do you want anything to wear?" I asked her, wondering if I could bear
anything touching my skin if it looked like that.
She thought for a moment. "Is anyone else but you and Alan here?" she
asked.
I told her no.
She asked if I could find her a pair of shorts, so I dug through Alan's
closet until I found shorts for both of us.
Melissa refused my offer to help get her dressed, so I went downstairs to
the kitchen.
Alan was there, stirring some eggs in a pan at the stove.
"Hi." I said.
He turned, eyes red. He didn't look like he had slept much.
"Hey, beautiful." He said coming over to me.  We embraced, and shared a
long kiss.  "How's Melissa?" he asked me.
"Ask me yourself." Said a voice from the door.  Melissa stood just inside
the room, watching us. Dressed in just a pair of red shorts, one arm across
her breasts, I could see she was very uncomfortable. Yet I knew it would be
too painful for her to wear any more.
"You look better than you did last night." Alan said. "You slept?"
"Like a baby. I tossed and turned and cried every two hours."  This made us
all laugh.
"I've got some eggs going, if you're willing." Suggested Alan.
Melissa nodded and walked over to the kitchen table. "Eggs would be good.
All I've had to eat the last couple of days is...whatever I could suck out
of him."
Neither Alan or I could think of anything to say, especially considering my
diet over the past few days.
Melissa tried a couple of times to sit down on the hard kitchen chair, but
gave up and remained standing.
Alan motioned me toward the cooking eggs, and then went over to Melissa. 
He took hold of both her shoulders from behind, and she tensed up. 
"May I see?" Alan asked her.
She nodded, and relaxed slightly. 
Alan took a long careful look at the marks on her back and legs, then with
Melissa's permission he pulled down her shorts enough to examine her butt
cheeks. He asked for and got permission to look at her breasts, which he
did carefully without touching her.
I had served the eggs while he was doing this, and watched them both while
I dug out some cereal and milk to go with them.
Only when Alan stepped back did Melissa really relax. It would be a long
time before she would feel comfortable with any man again, I thought.
"Well," he said, his examination over, "its not as bad as it looks. There
will be some scaring, I can see where the skin was broken in a few places,
but most of it will disappear in a few days."  His voice seemed very tired.
Melissa pulled her shorts back up and started toying with her eggs, head
down, avoiding our eyes.
"How do you know that, Alan. Shouldn't we take her to a doctor?" I asked
him.
Melissa looked alarmed. "No doctors. I don't want anyone else to see me
like this!"
"We should at least call the police." I said.
"And tell them what." She replied. "That I allowed my boyfriend to tie me
up and keep me naked for a week while he sexually tormented me, that when
he whipped me particularly bad one evening I suddenly didn't like it?  They
would laugh me out of the building."
"They would have to do  something." I countered.
"Even if they did, and it got to court. Can you see the jury's response
when I am forced to tell them how I came to be in a position to let him
whip me?  They would treat me just like every other rape victim that comes
into that courtroom, and figure I was asking for it.  It's no use. I just
want to forget it and forget him."
She was wrong, but then again she was right too. Only if she were lucky
would Eric pay for what he did.  From the outside she wouldn't look like a
victim at all.
Alan had taken a plate of eggs and stood by the back door while he ate. He
was looking out, as if trying to distance himself from us. It occurred to
me that he hadn't answered my question.
"Alan."
He turned to face me.
"How do you know she'll be all right?"
Alan put his plate down, and avoided looking at either of us.
"Many years ago," he began, "I used to date this girl who was very heavy
into BDSM, just as you are. But while your kink is heavy bondage, hers was
pain. More specifically, she loved to be whipped." Alan's voice was growing
slower. I could see that what he was telling us wasn't easy. "I was young
and very inexperienced back then, and it was easy for her to convince me to
tie her down to this X frame she had in her home, or whatever else was
handy, and use this long heavy whip she had.  When ever I whipped her, I
would try to keep it light, not wanting to hurt her. But she would always
call out to me. Telling me I was a wimp, a weakling.  She would insult me
and yell out obscenities to try to get me to whip her harder. And usually
it worked.  I got to know how to place welts on her that would last for
days, and how to take care of them afterward. I always felt sick afterward,
but she would always convince me that I wasn't really hurting her and that
she enjoyed it once I put my back into it.
"One day, she was particularly vicious, and I'm not sure what she said, but
I began laying that whip on her harder than I ever had before.  It was when
I saw her back covered in blood, that I stopped. I remember dropping the
whip, and leaving the room.  I didn't have the courage to go back for a
half an hour.  Her back looked a mess, blood dipping down her butt and
along her legs. I felt weak and hoped that she would forgive me for doing
this to her.  She had passed out on the cross, but as I finished untying
her she woke up and smiled at me. She told me that she had cum like crazy
at the end, and that next time I wasn't to forget her legs.
"I left her there. Never went back. Never saw her again."
As he told us this, Melissa and I watched him open mouthed. The pain in his
eyes told us that he was telling the truth, and I understood why he was so
upset about Melissa. I stepped forward and took him in my arms. A moment
later he took me in his and we stood together.  I was surprised to feel
Melissa hug the both of us.
"I want to thank you Alan." Melissa said, voice muffled. "You may have
saved my life.  I had no idea that Eric was that vicious. I wish he had the
strength to turn away from it as you did."
Alan just nodded,and pulled away.
"Er..I just did what I had to do.  Anyway, if you're done eating I have a
surprise for you out back."
"A surprise?" I asked him.
"Yeah."
We followed Alan outside and to our delight saw a large redwood hot tub
standing above ground. It was full of water that was slightly steaming in
the cold morning air.
"I couldn't sleep last night, so I took the tarp off this old thing and
made sure all the plumbing worked. It will do you both some good if you
want it."
Did we ever.  I was still sore from my stay in the shed and Melissa wasted
no time walking toward it.
She peeled off her shorts and climbed the steps before gingerly climbing
into the tub.
"How is the temperature?" Alan asked.
"A little hot, but bearable. Does it bubble?" Melissa asked him.
Alan walked over to it and pushed a button down low somewhere. Immediately
I heard a compressor start and the tub filled with bubbles. 
Melissa smiled and closed her eyes.
As I started to pull my shirt off, Alan took my arm.
"You know," he said, "this is the first time since we met that I've
actually seen you with clothes on?"
I laughed. "And did you know that this is the longest we have been together
without me being in some kind of bondage?"
We both laughed, but Alan's wasn't as happy as mine.
"I hope we can correct that later." I told him.
"You mean you still want to...after what happened to Melissa?" He said.
"Oh yes!  But lets take it easy until I sound her out about it, okay?"
Alan nodded and watched me remove my clothes before climbing in the tub
after Melissa.
The water was hot, almost too hot, but after a few minutes it felt a lot
better. The tub was huge and I figured that a dozen people would fit
easily. Melissa was immersed up to her neck and still had her eyes closed,
while Alan stood and watched from the side.
"Aren't you going to join us?" I asked him.
He looked nervous. "Wouldn't Melissa mind?"
"I don't if Maria doesn't." Yelled out Melissa.
So Alan shrugged out of his clothes and climbed in after us. He moved over
so he was sitting next to me and took one of my hands underwater. With my
other hand I reached over and took hold of something else.  He jumped and
smiled, the best smile I had seen on him in days.  He leaned over and we
kissed.
"It looks like you guys are getting along nicely." Melissa said, one eye
open. She closed it again and both Alan and I looked around sheepishly.
Melissa laughed. "Why don't you tell me what's been going on here."
"Are you sure you want to hear about this?" I asked her.  "I doubt you want
to hear about our bondage games."
"If it makes you happy, I want to hear about it, Sweety. And don't worry
about me being sour on bondage. It makes you very happy and for a time it
made me happy too.  I don't want to spoil your life by having to tip toe
around the subject whenever I'm around."
"All right...."  I told her about how Alan had me cleaning his floor, and
my tour of his yard. I described the shed and how we turned it into a
prison cell. She laughed when I told her about the chase and listened with
amazement as I told her about my time as a prisoner.  I felt rather
uncomfortable telling her about the last part. I realized that for a time
we were both prisoners with no say in our release. The parallels were to
evident. But Melissa urged me on so I finished.
"You left one thing out." She said after we had sat quietly for a few
minutes. "How you got here. Don't lie to me 'cos I already know."
"You know?"  I was hoping to keep Eric's involvement out of this.
"I know. I was there, remember?  It was actually funny at the time, it was
before...well, before. He had me tied to a chair in the kitchen. You only
needed to have come in the house a little further to see me.  He had me
gagged and every time he came in he would pinch me or kiss me. He left me
there when he brought you here and told me afterward how he had left you. 
That's how I knew you were here."
"How long were you with him?" I asked.
"Since Monday night.  The Monday we last saw each other.  He picked me up
for dinner, and we went back to his place afterward, and..well I never
really had the opportunity to get away, not that I was trying hard. It was
fun..."
Alan and I sat quietly. Melissa's expression was completely neutral, her
voice took on a far away sound, as if it was someone else's story she was
telling.  "I would spend all my time at his house naked and tied to
furniture. When we went out, it was usually with some device either
strapped to me or inserted in me.  I had no idea there were so many ways a
man could keep a woman on the edge of orgasm. I have never fucked that much
in my life. And when  we weren't fucking I was begging to be fucked.  I
swear, when he first whipped me, it actually felt good. I can't believe it,
but it's true. But when I started getting serious about leaving him for a
while and getting back home, he started getting angry.
We stopped going out and I was tied up on a continuous basis. Every time I
was ungagged I would plead with him to let me go, but he wouldn't listen.
He would take that whip, and use it on me more and more. Eventually he
wouldn't stop, not completely. He would pause to rest, or to sleep, and he
would resume whipping me again. He ignored my pleas to stop. He gave up on
gags so he could hear me scream.  He starved me for two days before I gave
in and sucked his... In the end it was all he would give me.  Last night, I
had been hanging there for almost two days. He had just gotten through with
a heavy whipping session and went for a beer. He came up yelling at me 'cos
he was out and told me he was going to a bar somewhere.  He shoved
those...things in me... and left.  I saw his jacket, where he had left it,
and saw my one chance to get help.  It was agony trying to reach it and I
knew that when I did he would come back for it.  I got hold of it and got
out the cell phone I knew was there. I knew where you were but not how to
get hold of you. I thought since we hadn't talked you might have left me a
message on my machine, so I called it and sure enough you had left this
number.  After I called Alan, I worried that Eric would come home first and
see what I had done. I couldn't hide it.  I was scared to death when Alan
came in, I thought it was him. I was so relieved to be wrong."  She opened
her eyes and looked directly at us. "He's bound to know who I called. He
may guess where I am. What if he comes to get me?"
Alan stirred.  "He won't try anything with us here. You're safe." He said.
"But I can't go home can I." She answered. "He can find me alone there."
"You can stay here. I'd advise that until your back is healed anyway."
"Maybe we should call the police." I suggested.
"NO!"  Yelled Melissa.
"I'll figure out something."  Alan said.
We sat together for a little while longer, until Alan told us he had to get
to work.  I watched him walk into the house, clothes in his hands, and
wondered what he was going to do about Eric.
"Do you love him?" Melissa asked me.
"I only just met him." I answered.
"Don't give me that bullshit. I saw how you looked at him when we first saw
him. I see how you look at him now. Do you love him?"
"Yes." I said after a moment.
"Do you trust him?"
"Yes."
"That's good enough for me." She said and dunked her head under the
churning water.
Feeling a bit like an underdone lobster, I helped Melissa out of the tub,
and the both of us carried our clothes into the house in search of towels.
The heat had brought out all her welts in bright reds and pinks, but she
told me that she felt a lot better.
As we passed the open door of Alan's office, he called out to say that now
I looked normal to him again, which made us both laugh.
Up in his room, after we had dried off, I applied more salve to Melissa's
scars. I took care to cover both her front and back this time. As I did so
I wondered if this jar of salve was left over from his affair with the
whipped girl. I put it out of my mind.
"Aren't you going to get dressed?" Melissa asked me as she pulled her
shorts back on.
I looked down at my naked body. Alan was right. Here in this house, I did
look normal being nude.
"Melissa. Can I ask you something?"
"Go ahead, Sweety."
"Would you mind, if Alan and I, well, continued..."
"You want to play bondage games with Alan, right?"
I nodded.
"You go ahead. I know it's part of what makes you and Alan happy, and I
told you that as long as you're happy, so am I.
You'll have to excuse me if I don't get involved though." She said with a
smile.
I felt a weight lift off my shoulders, and almost hugged her.
"Thank you."
I ran into the bathroom where all the bondage stuff from the day before was
still sitting, and picked up the manacles and collar that I had been
wearing. Then, still naked, I went downstairs with Melissa coming along
behind me.
I went into Alan's office and saw he was typing on the computer.  He turned
and smiled when he saw what I was carrying.
Without a word, he got up and came around his desk to stand in front of me.
 He took the collar and placed it around my neck, locking it. Then he
brought my hands up to the manacles that were still connected to the collar
and closed them about my wrists.
He turned me around and swatted me on the butt, sending me out with a big
grin on my face as Melissa watched from the stairway.
"Come on," I said as I passed her, "I'll show you around."
I led her outside into the warm sunlight. It looked like it would be
another glorious day.
We walked over to the barn and Melissa kept looking at me and laughing
quietly.
"What's so funny?" I asked her.
"Give you a big bushy tail and you look like a squirrel." She said bursting
out in laughter.
I supposed it were true. With my wrists bound right under my chin, my hands
under my mouth, I supposed I did look like some big naked, tailess rodent.
My elbows stuck out on either side of my breasts, and I knew from trying
that I couldn't reach any part of my body if I wanted to.
I liked it.
I stuck out my tongue and kept on walking.
In the barn I said hello to Nelson, and told him I forgave him for helping
Alan chase me down a few days ago.  He didn't say much of anything but did
stick his head over the stall door to be petted.  Melissa helped me out
there by scratching him on the nose.  I noticed that Nelson's stall had
fresh straw in it. Another thing Alan must have done instead of sleep. I
wondered what was keeping him going now.
Melissa and I walked slowly around the yard, an easier job now that I
wasn't hobbled and I showed her the shed I had been kept in for three days.
 It smelled terrible in there, since I also had to use it for a bathroom,
and Melissa marveled that I spent any time in there at all. But then she
told me in a quiet voice how Eric had made her relieve herself upside down
where she hung. We left the shed.
The hot tub was still going when we walked behind the house, and I thought
we might get back in, but Melissa said that the walking was helping her and
that she wanted to explore the trails, so away we went.
I did feel a little odd.  There I was naked and bound, completely unable to
cover myself, walking with my best friend who only wore a pair of shorts. 
Once again I was glad this place was so isolated.  I would miss it when I
left on Sunday.
Neither of us said much as we walked. We just enjoyed the outside air, the
sun on our backs.  Melissa swatted the occasional bug for me, laughing as
she did so.  We found ourselves retracing the way we had come when we first
entered the valley, and stopped at the gate we had squeezed through to get
in.
We turned around and headed back the way we had come, turning off to follow
a different path.
Quite a bit of walking took us to a dirt road. The sun was high in the sky
now,and I was beginning to think about sunburn again. 
So was Melissa. She had taken off her shorts and draped them over her
shoulders.
"I think this is his driveway." I said.  "If we follow it we should be back
at he house in a few minutes."
"Right." Melissa said.
We had only taken a few steps when we heard the car.
It was moving fast, coming down the driveway heading for the house.  We
both recognized it at the same time.
Eric.
We ran to one side, but the driver had spotted us and gave chase. He pulled
up beside us and got out. 
We kept going but a hand grabbed my ankle and tripped me.
Eric lifted me onto my feet but didn't let go.
"Hey now, isn't this something.  The delicious Maria. And you too Melissa
my little tramp."  He said, reaching around me and taking hold of one of my
breasts.  I could smell alcohol on his breath, beer and something stronger.
He stank.
Melissa had stopped running when she saw him grab me.
"Leave her alone you bastard!" She yelled.
Eric squeezed hard and I screamed.
"Come here!"  He yelled back.
"Run Melissa," I yelled out, "Get Alan."
Eric put his hand over my mouth, so I bit down on it as hard as I could.
He yelled and let go of me. I sprinted for the tree line, while Melissa
headed the other way.
I must have made the better target for the next thing I knew Eric was
chasing me in his car. Maybe he thought bound as I was I would be slower.
He was partly right. I've mentioned before how hard it is to run without a
bra on, and now I couldn't really do anything to stop my breasts from
bouncing up and down as I hurried toward the trees.
I could see I wasn't going to make it. So I changed tactics.
The driveway wound through a gap between two hills, so I turned and started
up one of them.
The going was steep, and I really wished I had my hands. I got the scare of
my life when I looked back to see Eric's car climbing after me. 
His car wasn't built for hill climbing though, and the wheels kept
slipping, threatening to tip the car over and roll it back down the hill.
I thought I might out distance it yet when I came upon the fence.  I
couldn't go over it.  Maybe if I wasn't bound I could climb it even though
I was naked, but as it was I couldn't do anything but keep on running.
I followed the fence line and Eric turned to follow me.
Broadside to the slope his car really threatened to tip, but it was still
catching up.
My bare foot stepped on a sharp rock and I lost my footing.
The car was almost upon me when I heard a crack and the front tire blew.
The front end slipped down a foot or so then dug in. The uphill side of the
car lifted off the ground, forced up by the car's momentum, and tipped
over.
Down the car rolled, side over side until it came to rest on the driveway.
Shocked, I could only sit and stare at it as smoke appeared from under the
hood.  I kept expecting it to blow up, as on TV, but it just sat on its
wheels, smoking badly.
Something on the hill opposite moved and I looked up to see Alan riding
down on Nelson.
The sure footed animal was walking down a slope just as step as the one I
sat on.
Alan paused at the car, looking inside, before riding up to where I sat.
"Are you okay?" he asked me.
"I'm fine, just stepped on something.  My God Alan, he was trying to run me
down!"
Alan looked over at the car once more.
"Do you need a ride back or can you walk?" He asked without looking at me.
I got up,and found I could walk okay, and said so.
"I'll meet you at the house. I have to call the police about this.  Don't
go near the car!"
I promised not to, and watched him ride off. Only then did I notice that he
had a rifle attached to his saddle.
I looked at the car. I had to see, had to find out about Eric.  I stumbled
down the slope until I reached the car and looked inside.
Eric lay on his side, half on the floor, half on the seat.  His head was
bent all the way back at a very unnatural angle. His half open, sightless
eyes told me all I needed to know.
I stepped carefully around all the broken glass and walked slowly to the
house.  My stomach was turning and it took a lot of will power not to lose
control of it there by the road side. I actually felt sorry for Eric. Don't
ask me why. Maybe I'm just a sucker for those who die needlessly.
I had almost reached the house when Alan rode past me going the other way.
He didn't acknowledge me as he passed, and I noticed that he no longer had
the rifle. Did I imagine it?
Melissa was waiting for me on the porch with keys in her hand.
"Are you all right?" She asked as she undid my restraints.
"I'm fine.  Did Alan tell you what happened?"
"Yes.  Right now I'm glad it happened, I can't spare any sympathy for
Eric."
This really didn't sound like the Melissa I knew, but I could understand
her anger.
"Alan said for you to get dressed and to pack all your bondage gear away
somewhere." She continued.
"All right. Then I guess I had better get back to the accident to talk to
the police."
"No. Alan wants you to wait here.  He said that there was no reason you had
to be involved in this. He'll tell them that Eric drove up the hill by
himself and lost control. Telling them he was chasing us will only
complicate matters.  I told you I don't want the police involved."
I was taken back. "We can't lie to the police!"
"We can, and we will.  It will work."  She seemed so insistent, so sure
about all this.
"There's one thing we can't hide." I said.
"What?"
"You, all your scars.  If the police do come to the house. They will see
you and we don't have anything here to cover your whip marks.  Our clothes
are God knows where, and Alan's stuff is too big to look right on you."
I could see she hadn't thought about that.
"I'll have to hide." She said slowly, looking down at herself.
"No," I replied, thinking. "Not hide exactly. Come on!"
When the police car with Alan following on horse back pulled up to the
house an hour later, I was dressed in T-shirt and shorts again. I watched
from the porch as two men in uniform got out of the car and waited for Alan
to join them.
The three men stepped onto the porch and Alan introduced me.
"Good to meet you Miss Imus." Said the older of the two cops, who happened
to be the county sheriff. "I hope you don't mind if we talk to you for a
moment."
"I don't mind." I replied, and waved them to a seat.
While they sat I asked Alan how Eric was.
He came to me and took my shoulders in his hands. He told me softly that
Eric had died in the accident.
I forced my face into the proper response.  
"Miss Imus," said the sheriff, "you knew Mr. Maximer?"
"If you mean Eric, yes. But not well. He's...was, my friend's boy friend."
"Miss Hunt, you mean."
"Yes."
The sheriff pulled out a note book and consulted it for a moment. "She's
supposed to be here isn't she?" He asked.
"She's upstairs in bed. Woke up with a bad migraine and hasn't been up yet
today." I lied.
"Ah. My wife gets those. I know how they can keep you down all day.  Would
you mind if I talked to her?"
"I don't mind. But it depends on how she feels, okay?"
Alan jumped in explaining that Melissa didn't know about the accident yet.
"I didn't have the heart to tell her, without knowing how he was." I added.
What a pair of liars we were. Inside I still couldn't believe Alan, Melissa
and I were trying to pull this off.  It wasn't as if we had murdered Eric.
But then I remembered the rifle Alan was carrying and the crack I heard
just as the tire blew.
I needed time to think, and I wasn't getting any.
"Maybe then you can tell me where you were when Mr. Maximer met his death?"
 asked the sheriff.
"In the hot tub, on  the other side of the house. I got out as soon as Alan
told me about the accident."  We were going to slip up, I knew it.
"And do you have any idea why he was driving up a hill way too steep for
his kind of vehicle?"
I had to respond carefully to this. I didn't know if I was supposed to know
the details of the accident or not.
"Driving up and down the hills was something he liked to do when he was
drinking." I told the sheriff.
"He was a drinker then?"
"Melissa wouldn't admit that he drank. But you could smell it on him when
he got close to you."
The sheriff sat for a minute or two, jotting down notes in his note book. 
His companion just sat and watched Alan and I as we leant against the porch
railing.
"I'd like to see Miss Hunt now." The sheriff said finally.
"Can't I break the news to her first?" I asked him.
"You can do that while I'm there." He answered.
I tried to look unhappy at that. It wasn't hard for I was unhappy about
everything to do with this.
I led the men into the house and up the stairs to Alan's bed room.  The
room was in darkness, the shades drawn.  Melissa's sleeping figure could be
seen huddled under the covers, only her hair was visible. I stopped the men
at the door and quietly walked over to her.
While Alan and I had to ad lib downstairs, Melissa and I had managed to
rehearse this part of the charade, and we put on a command performance.  
My slowly waking Melissa up. Her slow realization that something was wrong.
My telling her that Eric had been in an accident and had been killed. Her
shocked expression at the news and the way she buried her head in the
pillows crying.
I looked helplessly at the men standing in the doorway, and the sheriff
closed the door on us.
Melissa started to sit up, but I held her down and put my finger to her
lips.  I didn't let either of us move until  I heard the car pull away.
"I'll meet you downstairs." I told her, and left the room.
Alan was in the front room, staring out the window.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked him. "Why are we lying to the police?"
"You know why." He replied without looking at me.
And I did. He had fired the rifle. He had blown the tire and caused the car
to crash. He had, accidentally, killed Eric, in order to save me.
There were way to many conflicting emotions inside me right now.
I walked up behind him and put my arms around him.
He softened at my touch and turned to hold me.
"I didn't know he was going to die." Alan whispered.
"I know." I whispered back.
We stood like that for a long time.



End of Part 4

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


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


The Valley   Part 7





The next morning I woke up next to Alan, still a little sore from all the
sexual stimulation I had had the day before.
For a change I had slept unbound, and I climbed out of bed quietly and
headed for the bathroom.
I was in the shower, soaping my hair, when the curtain was pulled back
slightly and Alan joined me.  He took my hands and held them behind my back
as he kissed me good morning, then he told me to keep them there while he
finished soaping my hair and the rest of my body.
It felt wonderful being bathed like that, and I was sorry when it came to
an end. His hands soothed and caressed my tired muscles. I had fun
returning the favor, running my hands all over his body as I soaped him up.
It occurred to me that this was the first time I had the opportunity to
really get a good look at his body. He had certainly gotten a good look at
mine over the last couple of weeks.
He kicked me out once I had rinsed him down, with orders to go clean out
Nelson's stall before breakfast.  I ran smiling, and still nude, out to the
barn, wondering what he had planned for today.
I was almost done spreading new straw on the floor of the stall, when Alan
came into the barn dressed in his usual jeans and shirt. While I finished
up, he saddled Nelson and was standing next to him when I finally got done.
"Are you going riding?" I asked him.
"Yep!  Thought I'd take you along today." He replied.
"Aren't we going to eat first?"
"Breakfast is all arranged, don't worry about it. Now come here Beautiful."
Who could resist the nickname 'Beautiful'.  I walked over to him, dusty and
sweaty again, and he locked the leather cuffs I wore on my wrists together
with a padlock. He also connected a chain to them, the other end of which
was connected to the saddle. I figured Alan would be riding with me being
dragged along behind again.
He produced my hood and fitted it over my head. The blindfold section had
been left off, so I could still see. But he chose to go with the penis gag
which filled my mouth very well.
"Very nice." He said when he was done, and I curtsied in thanks.
He smiled and mounted his horse, and away we went.
He didn't move quickly, he knew I couldn't rush being barefoot, and the
walk was a pleasant one as we moved into the trees and along one of the
trails.  As I walked, I thought about how Melissa would have enjoyed this,
and missed her not being here.
The trail grew steeper and would occasionally pass through small gullies
and ditches. After a lot of trampling through mud, I began to think that
Alan was taking the messiest route he could think of on purpose.  When I
tripped one time and fell flat on my face in a deep section of mud, he
turned and smiled at me, and I knew then that this wasn't any old nature
walk, he DID mean for me to get messy.
I got up, covered from head to toe in muck, and we continued on.
A lot of the time during the walk, I had to rely on the chain connected to
my wrists to help keep my balance. Many times Alan and his horse really did
pull me along. It was quite a helpless feeling and that was something I
found appealing.
We reached the fence line, and I was happy that we would now be turning
back.  But Alan got off his horse, walked up to the fence and opened the
gate across the path.
I tried to scream. He wasn't seriously thinking of taking me off his
property.  Up to now, wondering around outside in the nude had felt safe to
me since I could be relatively sure I wouldn't be seen.  But now?
I struggled and pulled, but Alan just ignored me and got back on the horse.
Nelson looked back to see what all the tugging was about, but at Alan's
urging started walking again.
The path continued through a small pass and then met up with a dirt road.
I couldn't believe Alan was doing this. I had visions of cars coming by and
stopping so Alan could show off his new prize, me.
What shocked me most was that I was getting turned on by this.  The
possibility of suddenly being seen dragged naked behind this guy on a horse
must have triggered something inside me, for I found myself becoming
aroused at the thought. My tongue began caressing the fake cock in my mouth
as if it were real.
We continued up the road a little ways and then Alan turned to follow a
trail through some more trees.
After a short walk we broke out of the trees right behind a building. I
could hear a fan blowing and saw smoke coming out of a chimney. The smoke
smelled of grease, this had to be a diner.
Alan tied up Nelson to a post stuck in the ground and pulled my chain until
I stood next to him.
"I'm going inside for my breakfast." He told me with a smile. "If you're
good I'll bring you a doggy bag."
I whined and shook my head. He was planning to LEAVE me!
"Don't worry, no one comes around here, at least Nelson has never said
anything about it."  He took my head and kissed me over the gag and then
walked away. I tried to follow but was brought short by the chain. Alan
disappeared around the corner of the building and he was gone.
I could not believe he was leaving me here behind this restaurant like
a..like his horse. Just another animal to be tied up outside to await it's
master.
Yet, there was a perverse excitement to it.  I had never really gotten into
the domination side of BDSM before, it had never really appealed to me. But
the way Alan treated me sometimes, the way he would do with me exactly what
he wanted, made me want him even more.
Being left here like this, treated as nothing more than a piece of
property, made me both angry and excited.  I did not know what feeling was
supposed to be the right one.
My heart was pounding as I scanned the area around me, my hands trying to
cover both my breasts and my groin and failing miserably.  At least all
caked in mud like I was meant I was partly disguised.  At first glance you
wouldn't be able to tell I was naked. But the hood marked me.  It was so
out of place people would be sure to take a second look. 
I was fortunate that trees seemed to cover every approach to the back of
the building, except for a driveway that curled around the corner of the
building. That's what I would have to watch.
Nearby, a dumpster sat alone next to the back wall, not far from a door
that I assumed led into the kitchen.  
There was a remote chance that I would be seen, but there was still a
chance.
I moved to where Nelson was tied to the post, with the intent of untying
him and leading him into the trees. But Alan had been ahead of me. Nelson
wasn't tied, but locked via a locking buckle just like the ones on my
cuffs. 
I moved to place the horse between me and the driveway, it was the only
thing I could hide behind.I don't know how long I had been standing there,
when the door to the kitchen opened and a young woman in a waitress uniform
stepped out.
I was so surprised I didn't move, even though I was in full sight.
Funnily enough, she didn't seem surprised to see me. "Hi Maria." she said.
I almost died.  I scrambled behind Nelson, but the horse moved and left me
exposed once more.
"It's okay Maria, Alan had me bring you something to drink."
He did WHAT?
The young woman was still smiling and walked toward me with a glass of
apple juice in one hand. In the other I could see a set of keys.
Thoughts of knocking her out and stealing the keys flashed through my head,
but instead of acting on them I just tried to cover up as best as I could
and watched her come toward me.
She stopped behind me and handed me the glass. Then she unlocked the buckle
that held the gag in and pulled it out for me.
"What the hell is going on?"  I almost screamed.
"It's okay, Maria. Alan and I are old friends. I know his tastes well,
having been on the end of his chain myself once."
A former girlfriend?
"I don't understand." I said.
"Drink your juice and I'll explain."
So I did.
The woman introduced herself as Lisa, and I was right in thinking that she
had been an old girlfriend of Alan's.  They stopped dating but still
remained close friends, although the death of Alan's father had sent Alan
almost into total isolation for a while.  Lisa told me that since I showed
up, Alan had opened up again and she was happy that he had finally found
someone who could make him happy.
She went on to explain that the reason I had been brought here like this
was so we could meet.
"Alan tells me everything you see, we share a lot. Including an interest in
BDSM, although Alan was always more talented in that area than I was.  He
thought that the two of us meeting like this would show you how much Alan
trusts me more than anything else he could say about me.  Believe me, Alan
isn't out to embarrass you in public."
I really didn't know what to say.
Here I was, stark naked, cuffed and hooded in front of a woman who seemed
so casual about it all.  As if she saw naked slave girls tied up at her
hitching post every morning.
"Where is he?"  I whispered.
"Inside. He'll be out any second." She reached for my hand and held it,
drawing both my hands away from my body. "Alan always had a thing for mud,
I could tell you tales of ways he had me and mud put together.  He's a good
guy."
I suddenly found myself very jealous of Lisa. Jealous of the life they had
led before I came along.  I wanted to ask just what kind of friendship they
had now. 
"Nice to see you girls talking." Alan said from the doorway as he stepped
through.
I looked away, not trusting myself to speak right then.
"She is still shocked I think." Said Lisa. "I have to agree with her, this
was a very dirty trick."
Alan took my chin in one hand and turned me to face him. His eyes were
almost glowing and his smile was beautiful.  He leaned forward and kissed
me, and I found my resentment draining away.
"I wanted to return the favor." He said quietly.
"Favor?" I asked him.
"Yes. You introduced me to someone special in your life. I wanted to do the
same.  Lisa has always been special in my life, and I'd like you two to
become friends if you can. I trust her, as I trust you."
This was a big deal.
I wasn't sure how to respond.
"You chose a funny way to introduce me to an old girlfriend." I said
softly.
"You think I went too far?"
"Look at me. I'm naked and covered in mud and dirt. What kind of impression
am I going to make on her like this?  That I am someone you can drag
through the mud any time you want? That I'm nothing more than a piece of
meat on the end of a rope to you?  I may be your little slave girl from
time to time, but I'm a person first dammit, and I would have appreciated
being treated like a person for something this important, than the way I'm
being treated now!"  Towards the end, my voice was raised, powered by my
frustration and embarrassment.  I instantly regretted my outburst.
Alan's expression went from amused to hurt during my little speech. He
reached out and took me in his arms, holding me to him.  Lisa stood a
little way off, embarrassed to be there.
"I'm sorry Maria.  I guess I wasn't thinking.  You mean a great deal to me,
more than I can say right now.  You aren't just a piece of meat. I was
stupid and wrong to do this."
"It's okay." I replied. "It's just that this is a hell of a way to make a
first impression on  somebody."
We hugged for a moment before Lisa interrupted us.
"Say, guys!"  She said. "I have to get back to work.  I'm glad I met you
Maria, and believe me, you made a good impression on me, despite what you
may think. Maybe next time we meet it will be on more equal terms."
I looked over at her, and my heart softened a little. It wasn't her fault
that Alan had been so dumb.
"Lisa, I'm happy to meet you too. And I'd love a chance to talk with you. 
Why don't you come by this evening for dinner. That'l be okay, wont it
Alan?"
I had trapped him on purpose. He looked at each of us in turn before saying
yes.
"That'l be great!" Lisa said, obviously relieved that I wasn't mad at her.
I winked at her and she winked back and smiled. I had a feeling we would be
friends after all!
We watched her walk back into the diner.
"Dinner?"  Alan asked me.
"It's the least you can do for me, embarrassing me like this." I said,
playing with the buttons on his shirt. "It will give us a chance to meet
like ordinary people."
"I really am sorry about this."
"I know. It's okay. I didn't mind the walk out here, I was scared but
having fun, but meeting Lisa had me a little surprised that's all."
"I'll promise not to do that again if it will help."  He said.
"No!  Don't ever promise that. Your surprises are one of the things I love
about you.!"
"Love?"  he asked.
It was the first time I had said it to him. I wasn't sure I wanted to say
any more.
"I think we had better get back." I told him. "I'm still hungry, and at
least you have had something to eat!"
He laughed. "Well, I have something for you to chew on for awhile until we
get home."  He dangled the penis gag in front of my face.
"Not as good as the real thing." I said smiling.
"We can remedy that." 
He went and untied Nelson, and led him and me back into the trees. A short
way in he stopped and hitched the horse next to a tree.  At his direction,
I knelt in front of the tree with my back to it, and lifted my arms high
over my head. he took the chain attached to my wrists, and passed a loop of
it around the tree, locking it to my wrist cuffs with the padlock he had
used to hitch Nelson at the diner.
My hands were now locked over my head to the tree.  I looked about
nervously, for we were still close to both the road on one side and the
diner on the other.
Alan undid is pants and I smiled as his penis sprung into view.  As it slid
into my willing mouth, I agreed with him that I was getting my breakfast
now.

We took a different route back to the house.  I could tell for we followed
the dirt road for a long time.  Some cars did pass us by and I hid from
them pressed right up against Nelson, his rough fur scratching at my bare
skin.  I was gagged again, of course, and couldn't offer any more protest
than the occasional whine at the public route we were taking.
We did turn off the road after crossing a bridge, and followed a trail
through a deep but open valley between two hills.  Alan told me that the
bridge was where Melissa and I was to have met Eric that first day if
things had gone the way he planned it.
I began to wonder what would have happened if we had made it all the way
through to Eric. Would Melissa have suffered so at his hand?  Or would I
too have been a victim?
It wasn't until we passed through a gate onto Alan's land that I felt safe
from the prying eyes that I thought surrounded us.
I began to really enjoy the walk again.  I would be glad to get home
though. I was really caked in mud. And some of it itched terribly. With my
hands bound and chained to the horse, I couldn't reach to scratch very
often or even to wipe some of the mud off myself.
Every so often Alan would check to make sure I was okay, but otherwise he
just seemed to enjoy his ride as if I wasn't there.
The master traveling with slave girl in tow.
We slowed when we came to one ditch that even Nelson had trouble walking
through.  Alan got off him and led him though carefully, for the mud was
very deep from all the rain we had lately.
I was still struggling through myself when Alan stopped.
"Maria, hold on a moment will you?"  Alan ordered.
I stood still, in mud almost up to my knees.  I could feel it grip my legs
and pull at the drying mud already coating my body.  It was dark brown and
gooey, and smelled.  I thought something had happened to Nelson, but Alan
had stopped for a different reason.
"I want you to sit down now." He told me.
I whined. Trying to question him.
Alan's evil smile appeared,and I knew I wasn't going to get out of it. "You
know, I may not approve of whipping, but I have always thought that a good
spanking can be very beneficial."
I did not want to be spanked. The memory of how much my butt hurt the last
time he had spanked me, made me comply with his wishes.
So far only my front had really been covered by mud due to the fall I took,
and I was happy that my butt and back at least were still clean.  But now
that wasn't going to last.
I crouched down, and slowly eased myself into the mud.
It was cold, the sun not very strong through the trees above us. I sank
slowly in the mud feeling the wet sticky mess ooze around my private parts
until I was almost waist deep in it.
"Now lie back and roll around a bit. I want you completely covered." he
ordered.
I lay back with my hands over my head and felt the ooze flow over my
shoulders.  rolling over I could feel it's cold embrace touch every part of
my skin. The sucking sound it made as I moved made me blush, not that you
could tell to look at me.  When I stood up again he could see how well
covered I was, I felt like the swamp thing. 
Alan's eyes were shining, his smile broad. I don't know what he found so
attractive about mud, but I was happy he was happy and did a little dance
for him.
He laughed and turned back to his horse, leading him out of the mud pit
before getting back on him.
The mud felt weird as I walked. It made a slurping sound as I moved and was
so thick it refused to run off.  I also felt heavier and consequently moved
slower, which meant that I was pulled along by the chain attached to my
wrists a lot more than before.
We walked for a long time after that and I was getting pretty tired, when
Alan stopped again and got off the horse.
We had to cross the stream again and I was happy that at least some of the
gunk on me would get washed off. 
It was not to be though.  Alan came and picked me up and carried me across,
I didn't get to touch any of the water.
We went down a short trail and ended up at the swimming hole.
"I'm going to put you up here and then go get you some real food." he told
me. I could only moan in response.
He undid the chain attached to my wrists and led me to a nearby tree. Some
quick work with a length of rope, and I was bound standing, to a branch
overhead, my arms stretched high, my ankles tied together. He left me like
that and got back on the horse, riding up toward the barn.
I soon found that tied as I was I would be unable to shake or scrape much
of the mud from my body. I figured if he wanted me to stay like this than
it was fine by me. Just so long as I could cleanup before Lisa came by this
evening.
Alan came back shortly afterward with a shovel in his hand and began to dig
a hole in the sand.
It was easy enough to guess what the hole was for, and sure enough I was
proved right when he untied me from the tree and led me over to it.
He had me kneel in the hole, my hands uncuffed and placed on my wide open
thighs. He gave my mud encrusted pussy lips a quick caress before shoveling
the sand back into the hole.
I had never been buried before, and was looking forward to seeing what it
was like.  Alan would stop and pack the sand down from time to time, and as
it rose I could feel my freedom gradually being taken away.
When he was done, I could barely move.  I tried to lift my hands out, but
the weight of the sand prevented any movement like that.  I strained to
stand up, but I had no leverage the way I was kneeling.
I was very well trapped.
Alan unlocked the gag and pulled it out,then took off my hood.
I was relieved to be free of it, and the cool air on my face was very
refreshing.
"Thanks." I told him smiling.
"How does it feel?  Can you breath okay?"
"It's good, I'm tired, but okay."  Indeed I was, I let my body relax and
the sand held me perfectly. I was very comfortable.
A concerned look flowed across Alan's face.  "I'm sorry about earlier."
"It's okay. No damage done." I reassured him. "There's only one thing I can
be angry about right now."
He looked worried. "What?"
"Lack of food and drink." I said smiling, and he smiled and began to laugh.
"You had me worried." He said.  "I'll fix that right now!"
He got up and ran back up the trail. 
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my face, the grip of
the sand and mud on my body, the perfection of it all.
Alan returned with bread and sandwich fixings, and a jug of apple juice,
which I knew he loved.
We spent a couple of hours eating and talking, with the only odd thing
about it being that I was naked and buried in the sand.
He talked about his work, and I talked about mine. We covered aspects of
our lives that would seem a little mundane to most people but was very
interesting to Alan and myself.
We avoided talking about Eric, Melissa, Lisa, and, most importantly, his
father.
That is until I mentioned what happened to my parents.
He was shocked when I told him that both Melissa and I were now,
technically orphans.  I could tell he didn't want to ask me how they died,
in case I demanded to know about his father's death, but I wasn't going to
let him off that easy.
I had gotten past my own reluctance to talk about my parents death by now,
and knew it was better to get it out in the open. I wanted to help him do
that if I could, so I told him about how our parents were together on a
trip to Greece, and how some $2.00 part failed on the plane they were
flying in, causing it to loose control and crash into the sea.
I told him about how they were four of the eighteen unlucky passengers on
that flight that had drowned, unable to get out of the plane before it
sank.
I told him how Melissa and I had shared our grief, and how together we were
able to come to terms with it and move on with our lives.
He was very quiet after that, saying nothing but the usual things people
say when they hear someone has died.  I could tell that he wanted to say a
lot more about his own recent tragedy, but instead he kept his silence, and
w did nothing for a while except watch the water.
Eventually he dug me out, his mood,somber, but returning to normal, and
soon I was standing up again.
The mud had pretty well dried on me, and was now coated in a layer of sand.
 As I moved I could feel the sand digging into every crevice of my body. I
didn't like it at all.
I looked longingly at the water.
Alan had me stand still, so he could get a look at me.
He seemed to love what he saw, and again I found him strange.
"How does it feel?" he asked.
"heavy, solid, itchy, scratchy, and a pain in the ass, literally." I said,
shifting around.
He laughed and then picked me up. He carried me into the water, and with a
lot of messing around, he helped me wash off the goo until I was my old
clean, nude self again.
I could still use a real bath, but I felt a lot better than I did earlier.
Once clean, he produced a padlock and locked my hands behind me, and we
walked back to the house.
On the way I told him that I should really clean the kitchen before Lisa
came over, it was the one room I never got to touch the day before.
Alan reluctantly agreed, and soon I was back in uniform scrubbing the floor
and cleaning counters.  I had expected a stricter bondage from him, but I
found that just having my hands cuffed and my ankles hobbled was strict
enough. There was a lot of reaching involved, both high and low, and if
much else had been added to my bondage I may not have been able to do
everything I set out to do.
I was almost done, and was in the process of cleaning out the fridge, when
Alan popped his head in.  I didn't know he was there until he whistled his
appreciation, and I looked round to see he was in the perfect position to
watch my up turned ass as I bent over.
I wriggled it and he laughed.
"I'm heading out to get some steaks for supper."  He said. "I feel like
cooking outside tonight."
"That's great!"  I replied.  "Maybe you can get us something other than
beer to drink. I'd love a wine cooler."
"Sure, B&J?"
"Great!"
He smiled once more and left, and I finished tossing all the old food out
of the fridge.
I dumped a couple of very full garbage bags outside the back door, carrying
them while hobbled in eight inch chain was no fun.  All I had left to do
was put together a salad to have with the steaks, and then find something
to wear before Lisa showed up.
I completed both tasks before Alan got back, so I decided to take a bath
and clean the rest of the mud out of my hair.
It was a little dicey slipping into the tub with my ankles chained
together, but once in the warm water, I felt very good, and took my time
soaping and washing my hair.
I did the best job I could with my cuffed hands,and as I was drying off I
wondered what was keeping Alan.
I had no idea what time it was, Alan still had all his clocks put away
somewhere, but I knew how I could find out.  I shuffled downstairs and
turned on the TV.  A TV listings channel had the time, and I saw that if
Alan didn't hurry, there was a chance that Lisa would get here first.
I decided to call Melissa to kill some time,and we chatted about my day and
my meeting Lisa.  I asked her how she was doing and she told me that she
was fine,but I was worried.
I said she shouldn't be alone, but she gave me some sorry about needing the
space, and with a poor excuse, rang off.
I vowed that when I got home tomorrow I would go over to her place and have
a heart to heart.  In the mean time I settled down to wait for Alan.
An hour later I was getting very worried, and pulled at my cuffs almost
continuously. He had been gone way to long to be just shopping for steaks,
and I was worried that he may have gotten into an accident or something.  I
was concerned over his health, but also over the fact that he had the keys
to my cuffs with him, and until he got home I was stuck.  I would have to
stay handcuffed and hobbled, naked, until he showed up.
I was sitting out on the porch, when I saw a car drive into the yard.  It
had to be Lisa.
I was still wearing nothing, and debated rushing as best I could into the
house, but it was really to late to do anything about it.  Besides, she had
already seen me naked, and maybe like at the diner, she had the keys to
free me.
She came up onto the porch and saw me sitting in the corner, subconsciously
trying to hide my nudity.
"Maria?" She asked. I remembered that last time she hadn't seen my face.
Her recognition of me was based on my naked body alone.  It felt very
strange her being able to do that. It was something only a lover should be
able to do. It was evident she was surprised to see me like this. My hopes
that she had the keys were dashed.
"Hi."  I said. "You don't know where Alan is do you?"
"He's not here?" she asked, stepping closer.
"No. he went to get some food, and has been gone for hours."
"Leaving you like this." She gestured toward my bonds.
I nodded.
"Did he chain you to the chair too?"
"No, I was just out here waiting for him."
Lisa nodded. "If you don't mind, I'll find a phone and make a few calls."
"Thank you. I don't know who I would call around here."
She smiled and went inside. I got up and shuffled after her.
I found her sitting at Alan's desk, talking on the phone.
Whoever she was on the phone with seemed to be doing most of the talking. 
Lisa would occasionally say yes, or something similar, in reply to whatever
was being said to her.
She looked up at me as I stood in the doorway, and I blushed as her eyes
swept down my nude body.
"Okay. Thanks." She said, and hung up.  "First place I tried I got lucky.
But I don't think you're going to like it.  I called the Sheriff's office.
That's where he is.  Apparently he and the sheriff are going over this
business about the guy who got killed rolling his car out here the other
day? Deputy Frank told me that they will be talking to him for a long time
yet on the sheriff's orders."
I felt faint, and held on to the door jamb for support. Could it be they
found out about what really happened?
I expected them to come for me next, to put me away for lying. At least I
would save them the trouble of having to cuff me first.
"Are you okay?" Lisa asked me. She had come over and put her hand on my
shoulder.  "It's okay.  He'll be back in a while. Be glad he didn't gag you
first.  If you want I could stay with you until he gets back."
I smiled, she was being so nice, how could I feel resentment toward someone
so caring. 
"That would be great," I said, "I just...."  I looked down at myself. My
nudity contrasted wildly with her jeans  and blouse.
Lisa smiled and stepped back.  "Tell you what," she said, "if your being
nude makes you feel uncomfortable, then here."
To my amazement, Lisa began undressing. She pulled off her blouse and undid
her bra, placing both on the desk. After tugging her jeans off and peeling
off her panties, she was a naked as I was.
"Now we're even." She said smiling, not a hint of embarrassment on her.
"No, not even, but close." I replied.
She looked puzzled until I shook my bound wrists.
"You have any more of those?" She asked me grinning.

We sat at the kitchen table, eating the salad I had prepared.  I had found
the leather wrist and ankle cuffs that Melissa had worn the week before,
and now they adorned Lisa's wrists and ankles.  We hadn't been able to find
any locks for them that were open, but we had improvised using cable ties I
had discovered in a kitchen drawer while cleaning.
The ties served the same function as the little padlocks I wore. They
locked the cuffs on her, kept her wrists together and well as attaching the
hobble to her ankles. She had also worked out a way to stay bound until
Alan got back. What we did was go through the house, picking up everything
we could find that we could use to cut the ties that bound her, and put
them all in her car. She locked her car and tossed the keys up into the hay
loft of the barn.  No way would we be able to get up there, but Alan could.
I was a little concerned about her being nude in front of him, but she
assured me that it would be okay.  
She didn't seem at all phased about being nude and bound here with me, and
in fact told me that a few years back she had spent a bit of time on the
farm exactly like this.
We talked as we ate.  Lisa told me how she and Alan had met in high school
and had dated for a while before going to seperate colleges.  Their
relationship cooled a lot while they were apart, but they stayed friends.
After collage, they both returned home and after a few months, tried to
rekindle their old relationship.
"We had both changed, you know" she said, munching on a stick of celery. 
"Our interests and attitudes were so different now. Not to mention our
futures.  I took over the diner from Pop when he had his heart attack, and
Alan was forever flying off somewhere to do a computing job for someone.  I
guess we never had the passion between us that would make a long distance
relationship last.  What we did have in common was an interest in bondage.
But in the end that was all we had, so we gave that up too.  We became
better friends after we stopped trying to be lovers. Neither of us has ever
regretted that decision, nor wanted to go back."
I was relieved that I wasn't facing a rival here.
"How did you get interested in bondage?" I asked.
She smiled and looked down at her plate. 
"Would you believe in collage?  I belonged to one of those progressive
sororities. Only behind closed doors we were more progressive than most. 
Over time the sorority had built up a heavy tradition of S&M practices, and
all the sister's private lives were very involved in bondage and
domination.
When screening pledges, they were careful to pick only those that seemed
receptive to the houses activities, even though the pledges had no idea
what really went on.
One of the final tests before becoming a member was to spend a weekend in
the basement of the house, locked naked in a small cage while learning by
heart 'The Story of O'. Do you know the book?  Anyway. You weren't let out
until you could recite all the parts of the book they had gone over in
yellow highlight, and by then, if you didn't have an idea what was going on
in the house, then you were an idiot."
Lisa was beginning to blush, and not once did she lookup at me while she
talked.  I was amazed to hear about this sorority.
"The new girls were attached to older girls as personal slaves. We had a
dress code for them, which was basically nothing more than an oversized
T-shirt, with nothing else worn at all, not even underwear. This was while
they were at the house only of course.  New girls were required to answer
the door also, and it was embarrassing having to do that while wearing just
a T-shirt, but you quickly got used to it.  There were other rules. No
public nudity, that stayed in the bedrooms. Nothing non-consensual.  In
fact, except for a few things we required for our freshman and sophomore
students, nothing BD oriented was required at all.  You didn't have to get
involved with any bondage if you didn't want to, although it was rare for
any member not to play once and a while. Our strict recruiting meant that
the house was filled with those who wouldn't disapprove of most of the
things we did there. It made for a very relaxed and healthy atmosphere, for
there were few secrets in the house."
"What were the few things you required your younger sisters to do?" I was
very curious, for once forgetting my own problems.
"Not much, but the rules were enforced. If you didn't comply you were asked
to leave. Don't worry it was nothing dangerous, and not even sexual.  The
biggest thing was the chastity belts.  Freshman and sophomores were
required to wear one whenever they left the house. The only times outside
the house they could go without it was when they had a sporting event of
some kind where there was a possibility of them being seen in the showers
or something. Or if they had a medical appointment of some kind.  Otherwise
a belt was locked on them by an older sister.  This cut down a lot on the
dating."  She laughed,and was slowly gaining the confidence to look at me
again.  "One room in the basement was set up with a group of desks and
after school these girls were chained by the ankle to them while they did
their homework.  A couple of sisters were always with them in case they
needed to get up for any legitimate reason.  Our house got a very high
average G.P.A. because of this, and the study habits carried over into the
older girls who by then were so used to getting things done.
As I mentioned earlier, the new girls were set up as slaves, but that meant
more as domestic help than what you're thinking. The girls helped the
senior sisters out by taking care of their cleaning and laundry and stuff
like that. It was one of the perks of being a senior, and the new girls
didn't mind because they new that their turn would come.
That's not to say sex didn't happen.  I think we had a higher level of
lesbianism in our house than any of the other houses. Mostly among the
younger girls, who only had access, shall we say, once the chastity belts
were removed.  No men were allowed in the private parts of the house, that
is the bedrooms, so even the girls that did try to date, still couldn't
bring a guy home hoping that the belt would come off so they could have
some fun.
It was frustrating for all of us as we passed through this stage, but the
rewards in our school work and in how our parents looked at us when they
saw how we gave up boys to concentrate on school, helped ease the pain.
I think we were all a lot more responsible about it when we were free to
date as we liked."
"Does that mean you experimented with...?"  I was thinking abut my love
session with Melissa. I hoped I wasn't blushing too badly.
"With women?" Lisa asked.  "Sure, almost all of us did. For most it was
just a passing thing. They tried it and that was that. Some of the girls
struck up relationships, some of us learned that we could like it either
way."
"So, you're bi?"
Lisa laughed. "You worried I'm lusting after you and am going to jump your
bones?"
I shifted in my seat, a little uncomfortable with her frankness, and being
nude at her confession.
"Don't worry Maria.  While I can see why Alan finds you attractive, I wont
make any moves on you."
I smiled, and the tension was broken a little.
"What about you?" Lisa asked me, eyes shining.
Now it was my turn to look down.
Slowly at first, I told her about my relationship with Melissa, and how
after being nothing but life long friends, we mad love for the first time a
few nights ago.
Lisa listened quietly, until I was finished, and then reached across the
table with both hands took mine.
"You have something special there." She told me. "To share an experience
like that with someone you love as much as Melissa, is the most beautiful
thing you could do.  Cherish the moment. Can I ask you one more personal
question?"
"Sure!" I said,looking up.
"If you and Melissa got the chance, would you do it again?"
I sat and thought about it for a moment.
"Yes."




End of Part 7.  


The Valley   Part 7





The next morning I woke up next to Alan, still a little sore from all the
sexual stimulation I had had the day before.
For a change I had slept unbound, and I climbed out of bed quietly and
headed for the bathroom.
I was in the shower, soaping my hair, when the curtain was pulled back
slightly and Alan joined me.  He took my hands and held them behind my back
as he kissed me good morning, then he told me to keep them there while he
finished soaping my hair and the rest of my body.
It felt wonderful being bathed like that, and I was sorry when it came to
an end. His hands soothed and caressed my tired muscles. I had fun
returning the favor, running my hands all over his body as I soaped him up.
It occurred to me that this was the first time I had the opportunity to
really get a good look at his body. He had certainly gotten a good look at
mine over the last couple of weeks.
He kicked me out once I had rinsed him down, with orders to go clean out
Nelson's stall before breakfast.  I ran smiling, and still nude, out to the
barn, wondering what he had planned for today.
I was almost done spreading new straw on the floor of the stall, when Alan
came into the barn dressed in his usual jeans and shirt. While I finished
up, he saddled Nelson and was standing next to him when I finally got done.
"Are you going riding?" I asked him.
"Yep!  Thought I'd take you along today." He replied.
"Aren't we going to eat first?"
"Breakfast is all arranged, don't worry about it. Now come here Beautiful."
Who could resist the nickname 'Beautiful'.  I walked over to him, dusty and
sweaty again, and he locked the leather cuffs I wore on my wrists together
with a padlock. He also connected a chain to them, the other end of which
was connected to the saddle. I figured Alan would be riding with me being
dragged along behind again.
He produced my hood and fitted it over my head. The blindfold section had
been left off, so I could still see. But he chose to go with the penis gag
which filled my mouth very well.
"Very nice." He said when he was done, and I curtsied in thanks.
He smiled and mounted his horse, and away we went.
He didn't move quickly, he knew I couldn't rush being barefoot, and the
walk was a pleasant one as we moved into the trees and along one of the
trails.  As I walked, I thought about how Melissa would have enjoyed this,
and missed her not being here.
The trail grew steeper and would occasionally pass through small gullies
and ditches. After a lot of trampling through mud, I began to think that
Alan was taking the messiest route he could think of on purpose.  When I
tripped one time and fell flat on my face in a deep section of mud, he
turned and smiled at me, and I knew then that this wasn't any old nature
walk, he DID mean for me to get messy.
I got up, covered from head to toe in muck, and we continued on.
A lot of the time during the walk, I had to rely on the chain connected to
my wrists to help keep my balance. Many times Alan and his horse really did
pull me along. It was quite a helpless feeling and that was something I
found appealing.
We reached the fence line, and I was happy that we would now be turning
back.  But Alan got off his horse, walked up to the fence and opened the
gate across the path.
I tried to scream. He wasn't seriously thinking of taking me off his
property.  Up to now, wondering around outside in the nude had felt safe to
me since I could be relatively sure I wouldn't be seen.  But now?
I struggled and pulled, but Alan just ignored me and got back on the horse.
Nelson looked back to see what all the tugging was about, but at Alan's
urging started walking again.
The path continued through a small pass and then met up with a dirt road.
I couldn't believe Alan was doing this. I had visions of cars coming by and
stopping so Alan could show off his new prize, me.
What shocked me most was that I was getting turned on by this.  The
possibility of suddenly being seen dragged naked behind this guy on a horse
must have triggered something inside me, for I found myself becoming
aroused at the thought. My tongue began caressing the fake cock in my mouth
as if it were real.
We continued up the road a little ways and then Alan turned to follow a
trail through some more trees.
After a short walk we broke out of the trees right behind a building. I
could hear a fan blowing and saw smoke coming out of a chimney. The smoke
smelled of grease, this had to be a diner.
Alan tied up Nelson to a post stuck in the ground and pulled my chain until
I stood next to him.
"I'm going inside for my breakfast." He told me with a smile. "If you're
good I'll bring you a doggy bag."
I whined and shook my head. He was planning to LEAVE me!
"Don't worry, no one comes around here, at least Nelson has never said
anything about it."  He took my head and kissed me over the gag and then
walked away. I tried to follow but was brought short by the chain. Alan
disappeared around the corner of the building and he was gone.
I could not believe he was leaving me here behind this restaurant like
a..like his horse. Just another animal to be tied up outside to await it's
master.
Yet, there was a perverse excitement to it.  I had never really gotten into
the domination side of BDSM before, it had never really appealed to me. But
the way Alan treated me sometimes, the way he would do with me exactly what
he wanted, made me want him even more.
Being left here like this, treated as nothing more than a piece of
property, made me both angry and excited.  I did not know what feeling was
supposed to be the right one.
My heart was pounding as I scanned the area around me, my hands trying to
cover both my breasts and my groin and failing miserably.  At least all
caked in mud like I was meant I was partly disguised.  At first glance you
wouldn't be able to tell I was naked. But the hood marked me.  It was so
out of place people would be sure to take a second look. 
I was fortunate that trees seemed to cover every approach to the back of
the building, except for a driveway that curled around the corner of the
building. That's what I would have to watch.
Nearby, a dumpster sat alone next to the back wall, not far from a door
that I assumed led into the kitchen.  
There was a remote chance that I would be seen, but there was still a
chance.
I moved to where Nelson was tied to the post, with the intent of untying
him and leading him into the trees. But Alan had been ahead of me. Nelson
wasn't tied, but locked via a locking buckle just like the ones on my
cuffs. 
I moved to place the horse between me and the driveway, it was the only
thing I could hide behind.I don't know how long I had been standing there,
when the door to the kitchen opened and a young woman in a waitress uniform
stepped out.
I was so surprised I didn't move, even though I was in full sight.
Funnily enough, she didn't seem surprised to see me. "Hi Maria." she said.
I almost died.  I scrambled behind Nelson, but the horse moved and left me
exposed once more.
"It's okay Maria, Alan had me bring you something to drink."
He did WHAT?
The young woman was still smiling and walked toward me with a glass of
apple juice in one hand. In the other I could see a set of keys.
Thoughts of knocking her out and stealing the keys flashed through my head,
but instead of acting on them I just tried to cover up as best as I could
and watched her come toward me.
She stopped behind me and handed me the glass. Then she unlocked the buckle
that held the gag in and pulled it out for me.
"What the hell is going on?"  I almost screamed.
"It's okay, Maria. Alan and I are old friends. I know his tastes well,
having been on the end of his chain myself once."
A former girlfriend?
"I don't understand." I said.
"Drink your juice and I'll explain."
So I did.
The woman introduced herself as Lisa, and I was right in thinking that she
had been an old girlfriend of Alan's.  They stopped dating but still
remained close friends, although the death of Alan's father had sent Alan
almost into total isolation for a while.  Lisa told me that since I showed
up, Alan had opened up again and she was happy that he had finally found
someone who could make him happy.
She went on to explain that the reason I had been brought here like this
was so we could meet.
"Alan tells me everything you see, we share a lot. Including an interest in
BDSM, although Alan was always more talented in that area than I was.  He
thought that the two of us meeting like this would show you how much Alan
trusts me more than anything else he could say about me.  Believe me, Alan
isn't out to embarrass you in public."
I really didn't know what to say.
Here I was, stark naked, cuffed and hooded in front of a woman who seemed
so casual about it all.  As if she saw naked slave girls tied up at her
hitching post every morning.
"Where is he?"  I whispered.
"Inside. He'll be out any second." She reached for my hand and held it,
drawing both my hands away from my body. "Alan always had a thing for mud,
I could tell you tales of ways he had me and mud put together.  He's a good
guy."
I suddenly found myself very jealous of Lisa. Jealous of the life they had
led before I came along.  I wanted to ask just what kind of friendship they
had now. 
"Nice to see you girls talking." Alan said from the doorway as he stepped
through.
I looked away, not trusting myself to speak right then.
"She is still shocked I think." Said Lisa. "I have to agree with her, this
was a very dirty trick."
Alan took my chin in one hand and turned me to face him. His eyes were
almost glowing and his smile was beautiful.  He leaned forward and kissed
me, and I found my resentment draining away.
"I wanted to return the favor." He said quietly.
"Favor?" I asked him.
"Yes. You introduced me to someone special in your life. I wanted to do the
same.  Lisa has always been special in my life, and I'd like you two to
become friends if you can. I trust her, as I trust you."
This was a big deal.
I wasn't sure how to respond.
"You chose a funny way to introduce me to an old girlfriend." I said
softly.
"You think I went too far?"
"Look at me. I'm naked and covered in mud and dirt. What kind of impression
am I going to make on her like this?  That I am someone you can drag
through the mud any time you want? That I'm nothing more than a piece of
meat on the end of a rope to you?  I may be your little slave girl from
time to time, but I'm a person first dammit, and I would have appreciated
being treated like a person for something this important, than the way I'm
being treated now!"  Towards the end, my voice was raised, powered by my
frustration and embarrassment.  I instantly regretted my outburst.
Alan's expression went from amused to hurt during my little speech. He
reached out and took me in his arms, holding me to him.  Lisa stood a
little way off, embarrassed to be there.
"I'm sorry Maria.  I guess I wasn't thinking.  You mean a great deal to me,
more than I can say right now.  You aren't just a piece of meat. I was
stupid and wrong to do this."
"It's okay." I replied. "It's just that this is a hell of a way to make a
first impression on  somebody."
We hugged for a moment before Lisa interrupted us.
"Say, guys!"  She said. "I have to get back to work.  I'm glad I met you
Maria, and believe me, you made a good impression on me, despite what you
may think. Maybe next time we meet it will be on more equal terms."
I looked over at her, and my heart softened a little. It wasn't her fault
that Alan had been so dumb.
"Lisa, I'm happy to meet you too. And I'd love a chance to talk with you. 
Why don't you come by this evening for dinner. That'l be okay, wont it
Alan?"
I had trapped him on purpose. He looked at each of us in turn before saying
yes.
"That'l be great!" Lisa said, obviously relieved that I wasn't mad at her.
I winked at her and she winked back and smiled. I had a feeling we would be
friends after all!
We watched her walk back into the diner.
"Dinner?"  Alan asked me.
"It's the least you can do for me, embarrassing me like this." I said,
playing with the buttons on his shirt. "It will give us a chance to meet
like ordinary people."
"I really am sorry about this."
"I know. It's okay. I didn't mind the walk out here, I was scared but
having fun, but meeting Lisa had me a little surprised that's all."
"I'll promise not to do that again if it will help."  He said.
"No!  Don't ever promise that. Your surprises are one of the things I love
about you.!"
"Love?"  he asked.
It was the first time I had said it to him. I wasn't sure I wanted to say
any more.
"I think we had better get back." I told him. "I'm still hungry, and at
least you have had something to eat!"
He laughed. "Well, I have something for you to chew on for awhile until we
get home."  He dangled the penis gag in front of my face.
"Not as good as the real thing." I said smiling.
"We can remedy that." 
He went and untied Nelson, and led him and me back into the trees. A short
way in he stopped and hitched the horse next to a tree.  At his direction,
I knelt in front of the tree with my back to it, and lifted my arms high
over my head. he took the chain attached to my wrists, and passed a loop of
it around the tree, locking it to my wrist cuffs with the padlock he had
used to hitch Nelson at the diner.
My hands were now locked over my head to the tree.  I looked about
nervously, for we were still close to both the road on one side and the
diner on the other.
Alan undid is pants and I smiled as his penis sprung into view.  As it slid
into my willing mouth, I agreed with him that I was getting my breakfast
now.

We took a different route back to the house.  I could tell for we followed
the dirt road for a long time.  Some cars did pass us by and I hid from
them pressed right up against Nelson, his rough fur scratching at my bare
skin.  I was gagged again, of course, and couldn't offer any more protest
than the occasional whine at the public route we were taking.
We did turn off the road after crossing a bridge, and followed a trail
through a deep but open valley between two hills.  Alan told me that the
bridge was where Melissa and I was to have met Eric that first day if
things had gone the way he planned it.
I began to wonder what would have happened if we had made it all the way
through to Eric. Would Melissa have suffered so at his hand?  Or would I
too have been a victim?
It wasn't until we passed through a gate onto Alan's land that I felt safe
from the prying eyes that I thought surrounded us.
I began to really enjoy the walk again.  I would be glad to get home
though. I was really caked in mud. And some of it itched terribly. With my
hands bound and chained to the horse, I couldn't reach to scratch very
often or even to wipe some of the mud off myself.
Every so often Alan would check to make sure I was okay, but otherwise he
just seemed to enjoy his ride as if I wasn't there.
The master traveling with slave girl in tow.
We slowed when we came to one ditch that even Nelson had trouble walking
through.  Alan got off him and led him though carefully, for the mud was
very deep from all the rain we had lately.
I was still struggling through myself when Alan stopped.
"Maria, hold on a moment will you?"  Alan ordered.
I stood still, in mud almost up to my knees.  I could feel it grip my legs
and pull at the drying mud already coating my body.  It was dark brown and
gooey, and smelled.  I thought something had happened to Nelson, but Alan
had stopped for a different reason.
"I want you to sit down now." He told me.
I whined. Trying to question him.
Alan's evil smile appeared,and I knew I wasn't going to get out of it. "You
know, I may not approve of whipping, but I have always thought that a good
spanking can be very beneficial."
I did not want to be spanked. The memory of how much my butt hurt the last
time he had spanked me, made me comply with his wishes.
So far only my front had really been covered by mud due to the fall I took,
and I was happy that my butt and back at least were still clean.  But now
that wasn't going to last.
I crouched down, and slowly eased myself into the mud.
It was cold, the sun not very strong through the trees above us. I sank
slowly in the mud feeling the wet sticky mess ooze around my private parts
until I was almost waist deep in it.
"Now lie back and roll around a bit. I want you completely covered." he
ordered.
I lay back with my hands over my head and felt the ooze flow over my
shoulders.  rolling over I could feel it's cold embrace touch every part of
my skin. The sucking sound it made as I moved made me blush, not that you
could tell to look at me.  When I stood up again he could see how well
covered I was, I felt like the swamp thing. 
Alan's eyes were shining, his smile broad. I don't know what he found so
attractive about mud, but I was happy he was happy and did a little dance
for him.
He laughed and turned back to his horse, leading him out of the mud pit
before getting back on him.
The mud felt weird as I walked. It made a slurping sound as I moved and was
so thick it refused to run off.  I also felt heavier and consequently moved
slower, which meant that I was pulled along by the chain attached to my
wrists a lot more than before.
We walked for a long time after that and I was getting pretty tired, when
Alan stopped again and got off the horse.
We had to cross the stream again and I was happy that at least some of the
gunk on me would get washed off. 
It was not to be though.  Alan came and picked me up and carried me across,
I didn't get to touch any of the water.
We went down a short trail and ended up at the swimming hole.
"I'm going to put you up here and then go get you some real food." he told
me. I could only moan in response.
He undid the chain attached to my wrists and led me to a nearby tree. Some
quick work with a length of rope, and I was bound standing, to a branch
overhead, my arms stretched high, my ankles tied together. He left me like
that and got back on the horse, riding up toward the barn.
I soon found that tied as I was I would be unable to shake or scrape much
of the mud from my body. I figured if he wanted me to stay like this than
it was fine by me. Just so long as I could cleanup before Lisa came by this
evening.
Alan came back shortly afterward with a shovel in his hand and began to dig
a hole in the sand.
It was easy enough to guess what the hole was for, and sure enough I was
proved right when he untied me from the tree and led me over to it.
He had me kneel in the hole, my hands uncuffed and placed on my wide open
thighs. He gave my mud encrusted pussy lips a quick caress before shoveling
the sand back into the hole.
I had never been buried before, and was looking forward to seeing what it
was like.  Alan would stop and pack the sand down from time to time, and as
it rose I could feel my freedom gradually being taken away.
When he was done, I could barely move.  I tried to lift my hands out, but
the weight of the sand prevented any movement like that.  I strained to
stand up, but I had no leverage the way I was kneeling.
I was very well trapped.
Alan unlocked the gag and pulled it out,then took off my hood.
I was relieved to be free of it, and the cool air on my face was very
refreshing.
"Thanks." I told him smiling.
"How does it feel?  Can you breath okay?"
"It's good, I'm tired, but okay."  Indeed I was, I let my body relax and
the sand held me perfectly. I was very comfortable.
A concerned look flowed across Alan's face.  "I'm sorry about earlier."
"It's okay. No damage done." I reassured him. "There's only one thing I can
be angry about right now."
He looked worried. "What?"
"Lack of food and drink." I said smiling, and he smiled and began to laugh.
"You had me worried." He said.  "I'll fix that right now!"
He got up and ran back up the trail. 
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on my face, the grip of
the sand and mud on my body, the perfection of it all.
Alan returned with bread and sandwich fixings, and a jug of apple juice,
which I knew he loved.
We spent a couple of hours eating and talking, with the only odd thing
about it being that I was naked and buried in the sand.
He talked about his work, and I talked about mine. We covered aspects of
our lives that would seem a little mundane to most people but was very
interesting to Alan and myself.
We avoided talking about Eric, Melissa, Lisa, and, most importantly, his
father.
That is until I mentioned what happened to my parents.
He was shocked when I told him that both Melissa and I were now,
technically orphans.  I could tell he didn't want to ask me how they died,
in case I demanded to know about his father's death, but I wasn't going to
let him off that easy.
I had gotten past my own reluctance to talk about my parents death by now,
and knew it was better to get it out in the open. I wanted to help him do
that if I could, so I told him about how our parents were together on a
trip to Greece, and how some $2.00 part failed on the plane they were
flying in, causing it to loose control and crash into the sea.
I told him about how they were four of the eighteen unlucky passengers on
that flight that had drowned, unable to get out of the plane before it
sank.
I told him how Melissa and I had shared our grief, and how together we were
able to come to terms with it and move on with our lives.
He was very quiet after that, saying nothing but the usual things people
say when they hear someone has died.  I could tell that he wanted to say a
lot more about his own recent tragedy, but instead he kept his silence, and
w did nothing for a while except watch the water.
Eventually he dug me out, his mood,somber, but returning to normal, and
soon I was standing up again.
The mud had pretty well dried on me, and was now coated in a layer of sand.
 As I moved I could feel the sand digging into every crevice of my body. I
didn't like it at all.
I looked longingly at the water.
Alan had me stand still, so he could get a look at me.
He seemed to love what he saw, and again I found him strange.
"How does it feel?" he asked.
"heavy, solid, itchy, scratchy, and a pain in the ass, literally." I said,
shifting around.
He laughed and then picked me up. He carried me into the water, and with a
lot of messing around, he helped me wash off the goo until I was my old
clean, nude self again.
I could still use a real bath, but I felt a lot better than I did earlier.
Once clean, he produced a padlock and locked my hands behind me, and we
walked back to the house.
On the way I told him that I should really clean the kitchen before Lisa
came over, it was the one room I never got to touch the day before.
Alan reluctantly agreed, and soon I was back in uniform scrubbing the floor
and cleaning counters.  I had expected a stricter bondage from him, but I
found that just having my hands cuffed and my ankles hobbled was strict
enough. There was a lot of reaching involved, both high and low, and if
much else had been added to my bondage I may not have been able to do
everything I set out to do.
I was almost done, and was in the process of cleaning out the fridge, when
Alan popped his head in.  I didn't know he was there until he whistled his
appreciation, and I looked round to see he was in the perfect position to
watch my up turned ass as I bent over.
I wriggled it and he laughed.
"I'm heading out to get some steaks for supper."  He said. "I feel like
cooking outside tonight."
"That's great!"  I replied.  "Maybe you can get us something other than
beer to drink. I'd love a wine cooler."
"Sure, B&J?"
"Great!"
He smiled once more and left, and I finished tossing all the old food out
of the fridge.
I dumped a couple of very full garbage bags outside the back door, carrying
them while hobbled in eight inch chain was no fun.  All I had left to do
was put together a salad to have with the steaks, and then find something
to wear before Lisa showed up.
I completed both tasks before Alan got back, so I decided to take a bath
and clean the rest of the mud out of my hair.
It was a little dicey slipping into the tub with my ankles chained
together, but once in the warm water, I felt very good, and took my time
soaping and washing my hair.
I did the best job I could with my cuffed hands,and as I was drying off I
wondered what was keeping Alan.
I had no idea what time it was, Alan still had all his clocks put away
somewhere, but I knew how I could find out.  I shuffled downstairs and
turned on the TV.  A TV listings channel had the time, and I saw that if
Alan didn't hurry, there was a chance that Lisa would get here first.
I decided to call Melissa to kill some time,and we chatted about my day and
my meeting Lisa.  I asked her how she was doing and she told me that she
was fine,but I was worried.
I said she shouldn't be alone, but she gave me some sorry about needing the
space, and with a poor excuse, rang off.
I vowed that when I got home tomorrow I would go over to her place and have
a heart to heart.  In the mean time I settled down to wait for Alan.
An hour later I was getting very worried, and pulled at my cuffs almost
continuously. He had been gone way to long to be just shopping for steaks,
and I was worried that he may have gotten into an accident or something.  I
was concerned over his health, but also over the fact that he had the keys
to my cuffs with him, and until he got home I was stuck.  I would have to
stay handcuffed and hobbled, naked, until he showed up.
I was sitting out on the porch, when I saw a car drive into the yard.  It
had to be Lisa.
I was still wearing nothing, and debated rushing as best I could into the
house, but it was really to late to do anything about it.  Besides, she had
already seen me naked, and maybe like at the diner, she had the keys to
free me.
She came up onto the porch and saw me sitting in the corner, subconsciously
trying to hide my nudity.
"Maria?" She asked. I remembered that last time she hadn't seen my face.
Her recognition of me was based on my naked body alone.  It felt very
strange her being able to do that. It was something only a lover should be
able to do. It was evident she was surprised to see me like this. My hopes
that she had the keys were dashed.
"Hi."  I said. "You don't know where Alan is do you?"
"He's not here?" she asked, stepping closer.
"No. he went to get some food, and has been gone for hours."
"Leaving you like this." She gestured toward my bonds.
I nodded.
"Did he chain you to the chair too?"
"No, I was just out here waiting for him."
Lisa nodded. "If you don't mind, I'll find a phone and make a few calls."
"Thank you. I don't know who I would call around here."
She smiled and went inside. I got up and shuffled after her.
I found her sitting at Alan's desk, talking on the phone.
Whoever she was on the phone with seemed to be doing most of the talking. 
Lisa would occasionally say yes, or something similar, in reply to whatever
was being said to her.
She looked up at me as I stood in the doorway, and I blushed as her eyes
swept down my nude body.
"Okay. Thanks." She said, and hung up.  "First place I tried I got lucky.
But I don't think you're going to like it.  I called the Sheriff's office.
That's where he is.  Apparently he and the sheriff are going over this
business about the guy who got killed rolling his car out here the other
day? Deputy Frank told me that they will be talking to him for a long time
yet on the sheriff's orders."
I felt faint, and held on to the door jamb for support. Could it be they
found out about what really happened?
I expected them to come for me next, to put me away for lying. At least I
would save them the trouble of having to cuff me first.
"Are you okay?" Lisa asked me. She had come over and put her hand on my
shoulder.  "It's okay.  He'll be back in a while. Be glad he didn't gag you
first.  If you want I could stay with you until he gets back."
I smiled, she was being so nice, how could I feel resentment toward someone
so caring. 
"That would be great," I said, "I just...."  I looked down at myself. My
nudity contrasted wildly with her jeans  and blouse.
Lisa smiled and stepped back.  "Tell you what," she said, "if your being
nude makes you feel uncomfortable, then here."
To my amazement, Lisa began undressing. She pulled off her blouse and undid
her bra, placing both on the desk. After tugging her jeans off and peeling
off her panties, she was a naked as I was.
"Now we're even." She said smiling, not a hint of embarrassment on her.
"No, not even, but close." I replied.
She looked puzzled until I shook my bound wrists.
"You have any more of those?" She asked me grinning.

We sat at the kitchen table, eating the salad I had prepared.  I had found
the leather wrist and ankle cuffs that Melissa had worn the week before,
and now they adorned Lisa's wrists and ankles.  We hadn't been able to find
any locks for them that were open, but we had improvised using cable ties I
had discovered in a kitchen drawer while cleaning.
The ties served the same function as the little padlocks I wore. They
locked the cuffs on her, kept her wrists together and well as attaching the
hobble to her ankles. She had also worked out a way to stay bound until
Alan got back. What we did was go through the house, picking up everything
we could find that we could use to cut the ties that bound her, and put
them all in her car. She locked her car and tossed the keys up into the hay
loft of the barn.  No way would we be able to get up there, but Alan could.
I was a little concerned about her being nude in front of him, but she
assured me that it would be okay.  
She didn't seem at all phased about being nude and bound here with me, and
in fact told me that a few years back she had spent a bit of time on the
farm exactly like this.
We talked as we ate.  Lisa told me how she and Alan had met in high school
and had dated for a while before going to seperate colleges.  Their
relationship cooled a lot while they were apart, but they stayed friends.
After collage, they both returned home and after a few months, tried to
rekindle their old relationship.
"We had both changed, you know" she said, munching on a stick of celery. 
"Our interests and attitudes were so different now. Not to mention our
futures.  I took over the diner from Pop when he had his heart attack, and
Alan was forever flying off somewhere to do a computing job for someone.  I
guess we never had the passion between us that would make a long distance
relationship last.  What we did have in common was an interest in bondage.
But in the end that was all we had, so we gave that up too.  We became
better friends after we stopped trying to be lovers. Neither of us has ever
regretted that decision, nor wanted to go back."
I was relieved that I wasn't facing a rival here.
"How did you get interested in bondage?" I asked.
She smiled and looked down at her plate. 
"Would you believe in collage?  I belonged to one of those progressive
sororities. Only behind closed doors we were more progressive than most. 
Over time the sorority had built up a heavy tradition of S&M practices, and
all the sister's private lives were very involved in bondage and
domination.
When screening pledges, they were careful to pick only those that seemed
receptive to the houses activities, even though the pledges had no idea
what really went on.
One of the final tests before becoming a member was to spend a weekend in
the basement of the house, locked naked in a small cage while learning by
heart 'The Story of O'. Do you know the book?  Anyway. You weren't let out
until you could recite all the parts of the book they had gone over in
yellow highlight, and by then, if you didn't have an idea what was going on
in the house, then you were an idiot."
Lisa was beginning to blush, and not once did she lookup at me while she
talked.  I was amazed to hear about this sorority.
"The new girls were attached to older girls as personal slaves. We had a
dress code for them, which was basically nothing more than an oversized
T-shirt, with nothing else worn at all, not even underwear. This was while
they were at the house only of course.  New girls were required to answer
the door also, and it was embarrassing having to do that while wearing just
a T-shirt, but you quickly got used to it.  There were other rules. No
public nudity, that stayed in the bedrooms. Nothing non-consensual.  In
fact, except for a few things we required for our freshman and sophomore
students, nothing BD oriented was required at all.  You didn't have to get
involved with any bondage if you didn't want to, although it was rare for
any member not to play once and a while. Our strict recruiting meant that
the house was filled with those who wouldn't disapprove of most of the
things we did there. It made for a very relaxed and healthy atmosphere, for
there were few secrets in the house."
"What were the few things you required your younger sisters to do?" I was
very curious, for once forgetting my own problems.
"Not much, but the rules were enforced. If you didn't comply you were asked
to leave. Don't worry it was nothing dangerous, and not even sexual.  The
biggest thing was the chastity belts.  Freshman and sophomores were
required to wear one whenever they left the house. The only times outside
the house they could go without it was when they had a sporting event of
some kind where there was a possibility of them being seen in the showers
or something. Or if they had a medical appointment of some kind.  Otherwise
a belt was locked on them by an older sister.  This cut down a lot on the
dating."  She laughed,and was slowly gaining the confidence to look at me
again.  "One room in the basement was set up with a group of desks and
after school these girls were chained by the ankle to them while they did
their homework.  A couple of sisters were always with them in case they
needed to get up for any legitimate reason.  Our house got a very high
average G.P.A. because of this, and the study habits carried over into the
older girls who by then were so used to getting things done.
As I mentioned earlier, the new girls were set up as slaves, but that meant
more as domestic help than what you're thinking. The girls helped the
senior sisters out by taking care of their cleaning and laundry and stuff
like that. It was one of the perks of being a senior, and the new girls
didn't mind because they new that their turn would come.
That's not to say sex didn't happen.  I think we had a higher level of
lesbianism in our house than any of the other houses. Mostly among the
younger girls, who only had access, shall we say, once the chastity belts
were removed.  No men were allowed in the private parts of the house, that
is the bedrooms, so even the girls that did try to date, still couldn't
bring a guy home hoping that the belt would come off so they could have
some fun.
It was frustrating for all of us as we passed through this stage, but the
rewards in our school work and in how our parents looked at us when they
saw how we gave up boys to concentrate on school, helped ease the pain.
I think we were all a lot more responsible about it when we were free to
date as we liked."
"Does that mean you experimented with...?"  I was thinking abut my love
session with Melissa. I hoped I wasn't blushing too badly.
"With women?" Lisa asked.  "Sure, almost all of us did. For most it was
just a passing thing. They tried it and that was that. Some of the girls
struck up relationships, some of us learned that we could like it either
way."
"So, you're bi?"
Lisa laughed. "You worried I'm lusting after you and am going to jump your
bones?"
I shifted in my seat, a little uncomfortable with her frankness, and being
nude at her confession.
"Don't worry Maria.  While I can see why Alan finds you attractive, I wont
make any moves on you."
I smiled, and the tension was broken a little.
"What about you?" Lisa asked me, eyes shining.
Now it was my turn to look down.
Slowly at first, I told her about my relationship with Melissa, and how
after being nothing but life long friends, we mad love for the first time a
few nights ago.
Lisa listened quietly, until I was finished, and then reached across the
table with both hands took mine.
"You have something special there." She told me. "To share an experience
like that with someone you love as much as Melissa, is the most beautiful
thing you could do.  Cherish the moment. Can I ask you one more personal
question?"
"Sure!" I said,looking up.
"If you and Melissa got the chance, would you do it again?"
I sat and thought about it for a moment.
"Yes."




End of Part 7.  


The Valley    Part 8




I lay awake on the bed for hours, thinking about my answer to Lisa.
Was I Bi?
I didn't think I felt any attraction toward Melissa. Not sexually anyway.
Yet there was no denying that she was the most important person in my life
right now, although Alan was fast approaching that mark.  
I thought maybe we had just been caught up in the moment.
Maybe.
It was hard to think while I worried about Alan.
Lisa, after I had told her, sensed correctly that I didn't want to cover
the subject anymore. So instead she asked about the bondage I had been
through while I was here.
I told her about a good deal of it, and she was especially interested in
the prison cell we had built.
She urged me to show it to her, so I took her out there.
That had been a big mistake.
After we shuffled all the way out there in our eight inch hobbles, Lisa
went a little overboard in her enthusiasm by pretending to cuff her wrists
in the still hanging wrist cuffs. Unfortunately, she went too far with one
of them and actually snapped it shut.  
No amount of tugging by either of us could pull her hand free, and we
didn't have a key. 
In the end, I snapped the second cuff to her other wrist to even out the
strain on her body, for it was clear she would be spending the night in
there until Alan came home.
Lisa was good humored about it though, and urged me to go to bed and get
some sleep so she could fully experience the bondage she was in.
So I did.
As the night went on, my thoughts occasionally drifted out to the shed
where she was trapped, and I hoped she was having a good time.
I wasn't.
I pulled once more at my bound hands and feet, at that moment wishing I had
never heard of bondage.


I must have dozed off. I woke with a start when I heard a vehicle pull up
in front of the house.
I tensed up, was it Alan?
I cowered under the bed covers when I heard steps on the stairs.
"Maria?"
It was Alan.  I almost cried.
"I'm here, in bed. God, I was so worried!"
"It's okay. are you all right?" He said, joining me.  He took me by the
shoulders and hugged me to him. I reached over his head with my cuffed
hands and held him tightly.
"I was so scared." I said.  "What did the police want?  How did they find
you?"
"You knew I was with them?" He asked.
"Lisa told me."
"Speaking of whom, where is she? Her car is outside."
"She's in the prison shed."
In the darkness I could see Alan frown. "Why?"
"It was an accident." I told him about the events in the shed, as well as
everything we had done that evening.
Alan listened without smiling.
"I had better go free her then and send her home." He said.
"No, don't go!"  I wasn't ready to let go of him yet. I needed to hold him,
for a while longer.
"I need to let her go, Maria."
"She's okay, she likes it there.  She wouldn't mind staying until morning."
"I don't doubt it." Alan replied, struggling out from my embrace. "But she
has to go.
"Please stay!"  I was frantic for him to stay. I had lost a little control
and could only think of being near him.
"I'll be right back!"  He was really struggling to get away from me.  He
managed to lift my arms up over his head and dumped me back on the bed.
Before I knew it he had rolled me onto my front and began digging for his
keys. 
"I have had one shitty night Maria!" He said as he unlocked one of the
cuffs. He pulled my arms behind me and pulled up my ankles to meet them.
With just a little fiddling, I soon found myself hogtied.  "I've had more
buttons pushed than I care to tell about right now!"  He grabbed something
off the floor, it turned out to be a bandanna. I knew because he balled it
up and shoved it deep into my mouth. It was quickly followed by a second
that he used to tie the first one in. My cheeks bulged, over stuffed with
cloth. I mewed, protesting my treatment, but helpless to do anything about
it.
Alan stood back and I struggled in my bonds.
"Now.  I'm going to go let Lisa loose and then go to bed in the other room.
I'll see you in the morning."
I didn't see him leave. I was too busy crying.
When I calmed down a little later I took stock of my situation.  To hogtie
me, all he did was relock my hands together so that the chain between my
ankles passed through the padlock. It was very effective. The chain was so
short I could hold my feet in my hands. It put a great strain on my body,
as hogties usually do, but after a while I got used to the strain and other
things made themselves known.
My gag was tight, and my mouth was very full. The cloth inside it was
pushed far back in my mouth, but not so far that it threatened to trigger a
gag reflex.  It was very effective, even more so than my ball gag. I
doubted I could me heard outside the room.
I knew I shouldn't have come on so strongly to Alan. But my fears had
fueled my need to have him near. I could understand why he got upset, but I
was a little afraid of him having taken his anger at the police out on me.
About the only thing I could console myself with was that at least all he
did was tie me up, and not hit me at all.  If this was the only way he
would vent his anger, then maybe there was still hope for us.
I watched the sun slowly come up through the window, unable to relax enough
to sleep.  I lay in silence as that big burning ball of gas, climbed into
the sky.
I heard a noise at the door.
I craned my neck around. It was Alan.
He was a mess.  I don't think he slept either.
"I'm sorry."  He said.


We slept together until late in the morning, before waking up and making
long slow love for a while. 
Alan had released me of all my bondage when he came to bed, but didn't
permit me to ask him anything about what had happened to him.
It didn't matter to me, not then. I was just happy to have him near me.
Alan drifted to sleep again, as men are apt to do, but I lay wide awake for
a while. I had to go back to work tomorrow, which meant I had to leave
today.
It occupied my thoughts when I got up and went through my morning bathroom
routine.  It stayed with me when I went downstairs to the kitchen.  It was
still with me when Alan found me sitting on the porch enjoying a cup of
coffee.
"Hi." He said, sitting next to me on the swinging love seat.
"Hi." I replied. I didn't look at him. Instead I watched the trees moving
gracefully in the light breeze that had come up.
"I'm sorry about last night."  Alan said quietly.
"It's okay."
"No...It isn't." He turned to me and took my hand, which made me turn to
look at him.  He hadn't shaved yet, probably came looking for me as soon as
he woke up. I found myself tracing the line of his stubble with my eyes as
he talked.
"The Sheriff gave me a hard time last night. He'd come talk to me for ten
minutes, then leave me for an hour, and then come back for another ten
minutes.  He was pissed about something."
"Are you in trouble?" I asked.
"No.  I don't think so.  He was just fishing. He finally sent me home in
disgust. I think he was expecting something different from what he got. 
Anyway, I don't think he will be bugging us anymore. But that isn't
important. I shouldn't have done what I did to you last night. You didn't
deserve it."
"No, I didn't." I agreed. "But there was some good in it."
"What do you mean?"
"You could have come home drunk, but you didn't. You could have gone
straight to bed in the other room, but instead you were concerned about me.
 You could have...could have taken out you anger by hitting me, but you
didn't do that either.
You could even have just shut the anger away somewhere, which isn't very
healthy, but you chose to vent it.
That you vented it on me in such a non-violent way, is the only reason I'm
talking to you now. I feel lucky that you aren't the kind of person that
uses their anger violently."
"I...thanks." He said, holding my hand tightly. "I was scared that I might
have pushed you away."
I reached up to his face, and leaned forward to kiss him. He tasted ever so
sweet.
"This is my last day here." I told him when we parted.
"I know.  Do you want to leave?" he asked me.
"No.  But I have to.  I need to see how Melissa is doing."
"I understand. But you will be back wont you?"
"Oh yes!"  I laughed, and Alan smiled.
"When do you want to go?" 
"Soon." I replied. "I have to get things back in order before work
tomorrow."
"Okay. Well, lets have lunch, and then I'll take you home."
"Sounds good."
We ate the steaks that Alan had bought the night before, just before the
police had picked him up.  He grilled them on this large brick grill next
to the house.  While he grilled I sat in a lawn chair and watched, not that
I could do much else.
Alan had taken some rope and tied my hands and feet to the legs of the
chair.  It occurred to me that this was the first time he had tied me up
with clothes on, it was a chilly day and I wore a T-shirt.  
Alan was very attentive. He made sure I had enough to drink, and didn't
leave me alone at all.  We shared the rest of last nights salad with the
steaks, and Alan cut mine up into  tiny pieces before feeding me with his
own hands.
I asked him about Lisa, and how she was when he let her go.
He told me that she had been sleeping when he found her. Sitting up against
the wall with her arms stretched upwards by the manacles.  She was very
grateful to have been released, and Alan told me that he had been a little
uncomfortable seeing her naked again.  There was one moment of panic, when
Alan had trouble finding Lisa's keys, but otherwise everything went
smoothly, and soon she was completely free and driving home.
"She really likes you."  He told me.
"I like her.  She told me about her school days."
Alan laughed.  He began to tell me a tale she had told him about a crazy
dare she had taken while in collage.
When she was a junior, she and some of her sorority sisters were talking
over drinks about some of the crazy stories they had read in 'Playgirl' and
other like magazines.  One of them, told a story about this dare a group of
girls had completed, that got the sorority sisters quite interested.
The dare was that one girl could walk through a mall completely naked,
while being surrounded by several more girls, but not be noticed.
Lisa said told Alan that the sisters decided to do the dare themselves, to
see if it could be done, but they needed a victim to be the one going
naked.  They drew straws and Lisa was the unlucky one.
They met at one of the malls a couple of days later, and the rules were
explained to Lisa, who listened with a sinking feeling in her gut.
About ten girls showed up, and as instructed, all wore shorts and halters.
Nothing extra that could be taken off and leant to Lisa in an emergency.
Lisa was told to strip in a rest room at one end of the mall. Her clothes
were then taken by one of the girls to a rest room at the other end.  This
was to make sure that Lisa had to get through the whole mall to get dressed
again. One last indignity was that Lisa's hands were held behind her back
with a short piece of rope tied around her wrists. She was less and less
enthusiastic about doing it, but peer pressure kept her in the game. So
away they went.
Stepping out of the rest room was one of the hardest things she had ever
done, she told Alan. But the other girls surrounded her completely and hid
her from view very well. Having her hands bound made it even harder, but
she knew that if they hadn't done that she would have kept her hands
wrapped around herself and given the game away for sure.  Having the rest
of the girls wear so little helped too.  Lisa's bare shoulders and legs
went unnoticed in a crowd of girls all looking the same.
After they had walked about a quarter of the way down, Lisa was actually
beginning to relax and enjoy herself, until the girls all changed direction
without warning.
All the girls suddenly veered left and walked toward a clothing store. 
Caught unawares, Lisa was almost exposed but managed to stay in the group.
She didn't realize that one of the group had arranged with the others a
series of detours to make the dare a little more interesting.
The girls all walked into the store together and crowded one corner where a
lot of racks of dresses hung.
Lisa was trying to catch their attention, to ask them what was going on,
but under orders, none of the girls would talk to her.  She was so focused
in trying to talk to one of them that she didn't notice when the group
split up. 
Suddenly the girls were everywhere and Lisa was left alone, naked and
bound, with only a clothes rack for cover.
"She was as scared as hell." Alan said. "But a part of her was having a
good time, so she relaxed and decided to see what was going to happen
next."
Alan told me that after just a minute the girls regrouped around her and
they all left the store.
They pulled this trick twice more before someone noticed three guys that
were following them.  Lisa was scared that she might have been seen, so the
group decided to stop playing games and made a bee line for the bathroom
where Lisa's clothes had been hidden.  The guys, however, weren't satisfied
with glimpses of what they thought they saw. They quickly caught up with
the girls and tried to push their way through to Lisa.
Alan started laughing at this point, and I had to wait until he had enough
control to finish the story.
"Lisa's friends had to change tactics. They all got between the guys and
Lisa, which left her pretty much uncovered in the other direction.  By then
they were only a couple of stores away from the bathroom. so, while the
girls wrestled with the guys, Lisa decided to make a dash for it and ran
buck naked, without any cover, the last forty feet or so to the rest room.
She was lucky there was no one in there, but with her hands bound she still
couldn't get dressed, and had to wait for one of her friends to come in and
free her.
She wouldn't leave the rest room until her friends assured her that the
guys had gone. Boy was she embarrassed."  He laughed some more and I
laughed too.  "She got some revenge though."
"How, on who?" I asked him.
"On the girl whose idea it was to go in the stores.  Lisa challenged her to
the same dare, only at the beach instead.  The girls all wore bathing suits
except the victim who was naked and bound as Lisa was.  Lisa set her up by
having a couple of friends come out early and dig a nice hole in the sand.
The friends guarded it until the group approached.  The unlucky victim was
ordered into the hole and was quickly buried by the rest of the girls.
There she stayed for the rest of the day while the other girls had fun in
the sun."
We laughed some more, and I tried to rub my thighs together.  The thought
of being naked and helpless in the middle of a busy shopping mall was
making me hot. But tied as I was I couldn't do anything about it.
Alan noticed the involuntary movement of my thighs and grinned.  He rubbed
one finger up and down my hairless sex for a moment and brought it up again
to show me how wet it was.  I blushed furiously while he laughed.
We had by this time finished eating, so Alan left me where I was while he
cleared everything away.  Once done, he came and stood in front of me.
My eyes were wide. He had taken off his clothes and stood before me at
attention, so to speak. His penis stuck out straight, pointed directly at
me.
With a  smile, I opened my mouth, and soon Alan was smiling too.  I loved
the taste of him.
As I was cleaning him off with my tongue, Alan began untying my hands.
"Stand up!" He ordered.
I stood, ankles still tied to the legs of the chair.
"I don't think it natural for me to be clothed while you aren't my little
slave girl."  He said smiling.
"But, I spent most of the week being naked while you wore clothes."  I
answered.
"As far as I am concerned, that is the natural way of things."  His evil
smile returned. I wondered what he was up to.  "First we will have to even
the dress code."
Alan grabbed my T-shirt and pulled it up and off my body.  The cool air
rushed about my bare skin, but the sun had been getting stronger and it was
nowhere as cold as it was this morning.
Alan produced my ring gag,and with a groan I opened my mouth to accept it.
He buckled it tightly before locking it in place. Then he passed some rope
through the D rings of my wrist cuffs and tied my wrists together before
untying my ankles.
"Before I prep you for your trip home, you have a chore to do.  It seems we
have neglected Nelson today. You can clean out his stall before you go.
I groaned again. There goes my clean body.
In the barn my wrists were untied, and I set to work one last time.  Alan
sat on his horse, bare back. Bare everything really, both Nelson and Alan.
They made a striking pair.
They watched as I hauled hay bales and feed back and forth across the barn,
getting dirtier every time I touched something.
When done Alan called me over.  He slid off the horse and tied my hands
together again behind me, before leading Nelson back in to his stall.
"You did a good job." He said. "Pity you wont be able to keep doing it for
me."
I shrugged, what could I say?
We went back toward the house and Alan had me stand next to the hitching
post out front.  He bent me over and tied my neck to the horizontal bar of
the hitching post.
Bent at he waist, my breasts hung free and Alan couldn't resist holding
them and squeezing them a little bit.
Standing in front of me I could see his newly risen manhood probe my held
open mouth, and with no difficulty at all he slipped it in. I worked my
tongue around the head of his penis, but he didn't leave it in there long.
He gave my nipple one last squeeze and pulled out. He walked back into the
house.
He came out with a blindfold in his hand and put it on me.
I stood, bent over, patiently, while I listened to him come in and out of
the house.  He was doing something with his truck, i could hear the
banging, but I couldn't tell what.
Hands at my throat, and I was able to stand up again.
I was led over to the truck and carefully lifted on to the bed.
It was a bed in a truer sense too.  I felt blankets under me, nice and
soft.
Alan undid my hands and had me lay down.  Ropes at my wrists and ankles,
and I was bound in a very strict spread eagle.  There was almost no give at
all.
I felt Alan's naked body climb on top of me, and soon he was pumping away
inside me and I tried as best I could to come to orgasm.
I didn't succeed. Alan again took me for his own pleasure, leaving me
frustrated once more.
I groaned at my need, but all I got was a pat on the thigh as he got off he
truck.
There was a period of silence, and I lay there thinking about what he might
try next.  I hoped that if I was riding back to town like this, he would at
least cover me with something. The first trucker to pull up behind us would
have a wonderful view the rest of his trip!
A thump between my legs alerted me that Alan was back.  Something had been
put in the truck with me.
I heard the sound of a tarp being pulled across metal, and soon the heavy
smell of canvas filled the air and the sun's warmth was cut off. He was
covering me.
Not long after that, the truck started, and we were on our way.
I hoped as we drove, that Alan had remembered to pack my stuff, and that
that was what he had loaded between my wide open legs.
The strict bondage had tired me out by the time the truck stopped and the
engine shut off. I was glad to be finally home.
I heard a lot of rustling as the tarp was pulled clear, and I took a deep
breath of fresh air.
I heard a familiar jingle of keys and reasoned he must have dug my house
keys out of my bag.  He took some time to haul some stuff out of the truck,
then came and freed me.
I wasn't freed totally. He bound my hands behind me again, before helping
me off the truck.  I walked stiffly forward, guided by Alan, until I
stepped across my own threshold once more.
He walked me through the house and into my bathroom, sitting me down on the
toilet. I was ordered to wait there and take advantage of the utilities. I
waited until he was gone to do so.  When Alan came back, he untied my hands
and locked them together in front of me. He led me back through the house 
a little ways and hooked my hands high above my head to something hanging
from the ceiling.  I assumed he had discovered the large hook I had placed
in the ceiling for just this purpose.
My legs were pulled apart and tied off. I wouldn't be able to bring them
together again.
I tugged and pulled a little, testing the effectiveness of the bondage, but
other than some slack in the rope that held my wrists, all was secure.
Alan waited until I stopped struggling, before removing my blindfold.
"Hi." He said.
I giggled and looked around the room as best I could.  My upraised arms
prevented me from looking behind me.
Everything looked as it should, except for the small lock box sitting on my
coffee table.
Me, I was standing in the center of my living room. Very spread and open.
The sunlight streaming through the bay window on to my body.
The window.  I was in full view of the street and the houses across from
me.
I only hoped that I was far enough back to be lost in the shadows.
Then I noticed that Alan had turned the lights on.
Alan had watched me as I took all this in. He saw that I knew something was
up.
"You can't see it behind you." He said. "But your arms are connected to a
ring in the wall via an ice release mechanism I read about on the net. 
Basically its a sock filled with ice, held by a ring.  The sock is attached
to the same rope you are, the ring attached to the wall. Until the ice
melts, the sock can't pull through the ring and let you go.  It's very
ingenious."
I moaned and pulled hard on the rope, but it would not let me go. He was
going to leave me here like this.
"The box I left on the table contains the keys to the cuffs and the gag.
It's locked with a combination lock. I'll call later with the combination."
Alan leaned forward and kissed each of my nipples, biting each one and
bringing forth a moan each time from me.
"I don't want to let you go you know." He whispered in my ear. "I want to
hold you and keep you forever. Maybe in the future I will get my wish, but
for now I will leave you."
He gathered up a small bag, and walked to the door, while I moaned in
frustration.
He turned for a moment.
"Oh, the ice should melt before dark, but if it doesn't, I've left the
lights on so you wont get scared."  He grinned and left the house, while I
squealed.
If the ice hadn't melted before it got dark, I would be lit up for the
whole street to see. They would see everything, including my hairless
pussy.
I pulled and struggled a lot over the next few hours. I would try to turn
around, to get a look at how much ice would be left, but I could never get
my head around.  The sun got lower and lower in the sky, and I was
beginning to cry when I felt my arms slide down a little.
I pulled hard and my arms game free. I was so happy!
Feeling very stiff I bent over and undid the ropes that held my ankles
apart, then I sank to the floor, thankful that I could close my legs again.

I rested for just a moment, before deciding to get up to get some water and
turn off the lights.
That's when I got a rude surprise.
I pulled the rope through the hook in the ceiling, but was puzzled when the
end with the sock failed to pass through.
Lowering it back down, I saw that Alan had attached directly to the rope, a
large ring that was too big to pass through the hook.  I examined my cuffs
and saw that a similar ring was attached to the rope at that end too.  The
only way to free myself of the rope was to unlock the padlock that held my
cuffs together.  The rope let me have about ten feet of travel in any
direction. But that wasn't enough to find something to cut it, or more
importantly, to reach any of the light switches.
I could reach the lock box, but one look told me I would not be able to get
it open without the combination.
It looked like I was still Alan's prisoner, until he decided to free me.
I laughed at the futility of it all.
I guess I could have called him, but the note with his number was in my
bedroom.
At least I could sit here and be out of sight of the street.
As I watched the last of the suns rays fade into the night sky, I realized
how much I loved the man who could keep me nude and bound in my own home,
and vowed to be with him for good someday.




End of Part 8



The Valley    Part 9




It has been a few months now, and I'm happy to say my relationship with
Alan is still going strong.
We have seen each other most every weekend, and spent time on the phone
when apart.
Our relationship is still based heavily on bondage, but we have also spent
time together as regular people do. This 'normal' time has done nothing to
cool our relationship, in fact it has allowed us to get to know the other
even better.  It's kind of funny though.  It wasn't until a month after I
met him that Alan saw me for the first time in my own clothing.  Up until
then, I had either spent my time with him nude, or in one of his shirts. 
For a while I was beginning to wonder if I would ever be dressed around
him. Not that I minded.
It was still more natural for me to spend my time in the valley nude and
bound, than any other way. In fact, I only got to wear my clothes when we
spent time in public, and that was only when he was visiting me, instead of
my visiting him.
When going to his place, two things hadn't changed.  I always went nude,
nothing on but my restraints, and I always went blindfolded.  I have yet to
know the way to the valley.
The first weekend he came for me, he tied me up and then searched my home
for the map he had drew me.  I asked him why he didn't want me to know
where he lived, and he told me with a smile that it made it harder for me
to run away from him.
Not that I would ever get a chance to run from him, I'm happy to say.  Alan
has gotten pretty good at making sure I'm restrained in some manner while
I'm with him, and during those rare moments when I am unfettered, I'm still
nude. Not a condition I want to go running around the countryside in.
I have never been happier.
It's funny. I never knew I had such an appetite for bondage. It's like I
just don't feel truly comfortable without being bound in some way.
It's hard to describe why.  It may seem crazy to you, it certainly does to
Melissa.
"You're crazy." she told me just the other day at lunch.
"Why?  Because I want to have a full time bondage lifestyle with Alan?" I
asked her.  I had just told her about what had been on my mind the past
couple of weeks or so.
"I don't care if you go move in with him, Sweety." Melissa said after
taking a sip of her drink, "but to do so simply so you can be tied up every
moment of your life is pretty excessive.  Does Alan know about this fantasy
of yours yet?"
I looked down at my plate. I hadn't yet broached this subject with Alan,
even though we had been able to talk with other about almost everything so
far.  Melissa saw her answer in my expression.
"Look, Maria, Sweety. You know I would never do anything to infringe on
your happiness, but could you really be happy spending all your time with
nothing else to do but being Alan's sex toy?"
I looked up into her eyes.  I suddenly realized that she didn't get it. The
one person that I thought knew me the best, didn't understand the thoughts
and feelings churning inside me.  "It's more than that." I whispered.
"I hope so, Sweety. I hope so." Melissa replied.  "Do you think he'll do
it?"
That was the big question. Would Alan take me in as his live in girlfriend,
his bondage partner, his sex slave?
The answer to that question has kept me up nights.
Melissa and I parted after lunch with the question still unresolved and her
wondering if I was just setting myself up for a fall.  Her normally
cheerful outlook on life had cooled over the past few months, her time with
Eric the cause of her decline.  Physically, she had recovered well. There
was no longer any soreness in any of her injuries, but many of the marks
Eric had laid on her had become etched permanently onto her skin. She could
never wear a bikini again without displaying the unmistakable signs of her
abuse.
Mentally the scars went deeper.  Before, she was rarely without at least
one guy at her beck and call, but now I notice her avoiding any contact
with men if she can manage it. Preferring the company of women, or better
yet, being off by herself.
I keep telling her to seek some help, to see someone who could help
exorcise the demons inside her, but she refuses.
Worry over Melissa has also kept me up.
At least the inquiry into Eric's death had fizzled out. Nothing had been
heard from the police for months.
It was one less thing to worry about.
My immediate concern was Alan.  I planned on popping the question, so to
speak, this afternoon when he came to stay.
I hoped I would get a chance to do so.  It was not unusual for him to keep
me in one gag or another the entire time he spent with me.
This reminded me that I had better get home.
It had become our custom for me to place myself in bondage while waiting
for him to arrive.  He would tell me a time he thought he might be due, and
I would have to make sure I was inescapably bound and gagged before that
time.  That he showed up late sometimes, didn't matter. His remedy for
making sure I was on time was a severe spanking.  I blush every time I
think about the first time he spanked me as a punishment.
We were just heading out the door to go to dinner, when I spilled my drink
on his suit.  He didn't say anything then, while we dabbed at the wet spot
with a rag, but in the parking lot of the restaurant, still in his truck,
he told me that it wouldn't be fair to let my mistake go unpunished. So
with me giggling at first, he pulled me over his lap, pulled my skirt up to
reveal my bare butt, and used his hand to transfer a lot of heat and pain
to my tender skin.  My burning ass made me shift and fidget through the
entire meal, much to Alan's amusement. The feeling didn't die out until we
were making love hours later.
Since then I have been spanked rarely, but never excessively, and usually
with something erotic to counter the pain later on.
Reaching home I had to decide quickly how I wanted Alan to find me.
I stripped of my clothes and used the bathroom, a habit I had gotten into
over the past few months whenever I knew I was going to be bound. I then
dug into my box of bondage goodies.
Twenty minutes later found me closing the last lock between my wrists, and
my wait began.  I have known Alan be as much as two hours late getting to
me, so I settled down for a long wait.
I was on my knees on the floor. My back to the front door, ankles spread
wide by a spreader bar. My hands were cuffed together in front of me, and
reached far between my legs to connect with a lock to the bar.  This forced
my head and shoulders to press against the floor, raising my butt up high.
With my legs held open, this would normally have left me in a very
vulnerable position, but for the past month that worry was no longer mine.
Alan had purchased from somewhere a chastity belt for me to wear.  It had
been built for long term wear, with allowances made for bodily functions
built into its design. But it's main function was to prevent me from being
able to easily stimulate myself sexually. In this it was very effective. 
It had taken a some time to get used to wearing it, and Alan hadn't pushed
me as much as he could have. But it wasn't long before he began locking it
on me just before leaving me to head home. It would only be unlocked again
when next I saw him the following weekend.  I would spend the work week
with it on, sleeping in it, bathing in it, working in it.  I often wondered
what my co-workers would think if they knew what I wore instead of panties
under my skirts.  The constant feel of the belt between my legs kept me
somewhat aroused, which made its true function even crueler.
I did have a key.
It was kept on a chain I wore about my neck whenever I left the house.  The
key itself was coated in wax, a specific color that Alan had created mixing
several different colored candles together.  In an emergency I, or anyone,
could remove the belt simply by breaking the key out of the wax.
But to do so myself without good cause was against the rules.
So, as I knelt waiting for Alan, it was with the knowledge that my pussy
was as secure as the rest of me.
The rest of my bondage consisted of a blindfold, put on under a harness
ball gag. This was locked on with a small padlock. Wearing the harness over
the blindfold made sure I wouldn't be able to scrape it off my face.
Not being able to see has always been a turn on for me. The anticipation of
what might happen is increased greatly.
When the front door did open, I would have no idea who was standing there,
although they would get a great view of me.
As I waited patiently, I went over in my mind how Alan might respond to my
proposal.
It turned out that I didn't have to wait long.  I heard the front door open
and a familiar chuckle.
I smiled behind my gag, as Alan's hands caressed my cheeks (butt, that is).
 He unlocked my wrists from the spreader bar, allowing me to sit up, and,
after removing my gag and blindfold, gave me a deep kiss.
"Hello, beautiful." He said,smiling.
I smiled back.  "We have to talk."
We sat on the couch, while I gathered my courage and asked him if I could
move in with him.
Alan sat quietly, contemplating my naked form. My legs were still spread
wide by the bar, my hands fastened behind my back. He had also removed my
chastity belt, and it gave him an unobstructed view of everything I had to
offer. I couldn't help blushing under the intensity of his gaze.
"You know," he said quietly, "there have been times when it was especially
hard to leave you. The thought of being away from you for days at a time
was almost painful at times.
What you want to do is appealing. Very appealing.  You have no idea how
happy it would make me to take you home and never have to leave you again.
But this is a big decision.
Are you really sure you want to do this?"
"I'm sure." I said. "If you will have me, I want to be your full time
bondage slave."
Alan regarded that remark with amusement. "I wonder how many guys, would
give their left nut to hear a beautiful woman like you say that to them." 
He laughed for a moment, then took on a more serious expression.
"Wouldn't you rather just come live with me, and we would play games as we
do now?"  He asked me.
I had thought about that.  We could very well carry on the way we were.
Only with me living in his home in the valley, our games could last a lot
longer than a weekend. But somehow that lacked a commitment I desired.  It
seemed to be not quite good enough any more.
I shook my head slowly. "This is great, what we have right now. But I want
more.  I want to make that commitment. I want to make it to you."
I could tell I had shaken him.  Maybe it was just the typical male reaction
to the word 'commitment'. But I didn't think so.
"Tell you what.  Why don't you give me some time to think on it." he asked
me.
I smiled and said okay.
The rest of the weekend passed in orgasmic bondage bliss.

Over the weekend, we talked a little more about the more mundane aspects of
my coming to live with him.
He asked about my job, and the house, and wanted to know what I had planned
about the disposition of both.
What we didn't discuss, was my offer to become his slave. I knew he would
get to that in his own good time.
He did, a few days later.
I came home from work to find him waiting for me in my living room.
"Hi beautiful." he said, getting up to give me a kiss.
I moved to the couch with him to sit down, curious as to what his answer
would be. I figured nothing else would bring him to see me in the middle of
the week with no notice.
"I want to make a few things clear before I give you my answer." He said
seriously.
I nodded.
"You don't want our games to be a hobby anymore, you want to get serious
and be my slave full time.  Are you aware of what that would mean for you?
You know that I would push you. That given the opportunity, I would test
out each and every fantasy we had ever talked about. Remember those times I
kept you in the shed? Remember the first time? How you were kept there for
three days? How would you handle it if I decided to put you in there for a
month?  What if I got bored and just left you in there?  Can you handle
being immersed in that lifestyle without anything to look forward to?"
He paused, as if waiting for me to comment. I held my peace, these things
had already gone through my head. I just wanted to hear if he was going to
say yes or no.
"If that is what you want," Alan continued, "if you are prepared go that
far, then I have a few conditions I want applied before I agree.  Okay?"
I nodded. My heart was racing. He was going to say yes.
"First. I'm only agreeing to do this for a year. If by that time this
hasn't turned out the way either of us expected it to, then we can end it."
A year?  This wasn't the full commitment I wanted.  I asked him why a year.
He told me that a year would give us an idea of the long term affects that
total bondage would have on me, while at the same time giving me a goal to
work toward if I felt I needed one.
I objected to him thinking I would need one, but Alan was adamant about it.
So I gave him his year, vowing to stay with him far beyond it.
"Second. I realize there are things that you would not want to do, and that
there are things that I would not want to do. But, if you want to truly
feel that you are owned, that you have no say what so ever in anything that
happens to you, then the concept of limits has to go. All you can hope for
is that I will find some things so distasteful that I would never try them
on you, but that doesn't mean I wont."
That scared me, but I could feel that fear arousing me. What kind of
pervert was I?
"All in all, I expect you to do what I want, when I want. No argument." he
finished.
He sat back. He had given me his answer, now it was my turn to say yes or
no.
I chose yes.

I would not see Alan again for three weeks, it took that long to arrange my
private affairs so I could be gone for a year.
During that time, the chastity belt stayed on me and it nearly drove me
nuts. I was as horny as hell at just the thought of what I was about to do,
yet I was unable to effectively release the sexual tension that was
building slowly inside me.  All I knew was that when Alan finally did
decide to take it off, he had better be prepared for some serious
lovemaking.
I did talk to Alan a number of times on the phone, arranging with him what
I was to bring. With a couple of days to go, I packed according to his
instructions, anxious to get started.
Melissa would be moving into my house, she would take care of it for me
while I was gone, and also handle the bills.
She was still pissed that I was doing this, but that didn't stop her from
helping me out.
And then, finally, the day arrived, and I waited for Alan to come pick me
up.
What I got wasn't what I expected.
The car looked familiar, but I couldn't place it until I saw the driver.
It was Lisa.
"Hi Maria!" she called out as she got out of the car.
"Hi." I replied. I wondered if Alan was hiding in the back of the car, but
Lisa was quite alone.
Lisa was smiling as she walked toward me. Her smile faded a little when she
saw Melissa standing behind me in the doorway.
"You must be Melissa." Lisa said, extending her hand. He face was now full
of sympathy.
Melissa took her hand, unsure of what to say.  I had told her about Lisa,
but even though I had seen both of them over the last few months, they had
never met.
Lisa reached out and drew Melissa into a hug, whispering something into the
ear of the stunned woman that I couldn't hear.
Melissa gradually relaxed and returned the hug, and soon both women were
smiling like old friends.
"Lisa, what are you doing here?"  I asked her once their hug broke apart.
"Alan asked me to come up here and pick up a few things." she replied. "You
know, the kinds of things you cant find in a small town store.  Slaves for
instance."
I felt myself turn red with embarrassment, and both Lisa and Melissa
laughed.
"I thought he was coming to get me."  I said.
"He had other plans. We had better get you ready."
We went inside and Lisa ordered me to strip.
I was used to her giving me orders. A few times since I had met her, she
had been over to Alan's place while I was there, and Alan had allowed her
to use me as a bondage play thing.
I had been a little nervous at first, considering Lisa's sexual
orientation, but after a while I grew comfortable with her around. I knew I
was safe with her.
In moments I was naked, except for the chastity belt and Lisa wasted no
time in binding me for my trip.
As I said before, I had never gone to the valley either clothed or sighted,
and this would not be any different.
The first thing Lisa did was to put my blindfold on me, followed by my
harness gag.  The click of the lock told me that neither would come off
until I reached Alan, for he had the keys to this set of locks.
Lisa had me place my arms behind me, reaching as far as I could so that my
fingers grazed the other arm's elbow. She then used rope to bind my arms
together, locking them firmly and somewhat uncomfortably, behind me. She
also used rope to fashion a little breast bondage, winding it around both
my breasts, squeezing them together. The tightness of the ropes told me
that I would definitely feel it when they came off again, but being gagged
I could not voice that feeling very well.  I made do with a moan that
earned me a pinched nipple.
I felt hands at the back of my head, and surmised that something was being
attached to the harness. Sure enough, my head was pulled back so that my
face was pointed straight up. Rope was passed between my legs, kept from
digging into me by the belt.  I felt a hard pinch on each nipple and tried
to pull back from the nipple clamps that I knew had been applied to me.  I
tried to pull my head forward, but when I did so the pull on my nipples
became even harder. The rope holding my head back was the same rope now
attached to my nipples via the clamps.  With my breasts bound, the
sensitivity of my nipples was magnified, and I couldn't help moving around,
trying to shake the clamps off me.  I could feel hands touching me,
stroking me, and soothing voices from both my friends as they calmed me
down.  Soon I was able to stand quietly, as the hot pain from the clamps
died down to something a lot more manageable. I did have to concentrate on
holding my head back. Every time I let it fall forward I was shocked with
the sharper pain of the clamps.
Again I moaned into my gag.
I felt hands guiding me, and taking careful steps, found myself outside the
house and standing on hard concrete.
"I want you to sit back and let us take your weight." I heard Lisa say.
I gradually let myself fall backwards, and hands helped me down until I was
sitting against something hard.  I was pushed and guided back even further
and slipped back onto something covered in carpet.  I immediately figured
out that I was being put in the trunk of Lisa's car.
I was guided on to my side and felt hands tugging me forward a little,
before being rolled onto my front.
Immediately, the nipple clips dug in, and my already compressed breasts
began to protest some more.  I lifted not only my head but my shoulders
too, in an effort to relieve the pressure. I was moaning continually now at
the pain, but stopped abruptly when I received a smack across my ass
cheeks.
"That's better." Lisa said.
My legs were brought up behind me and my ankles bound together. They were
soon attached to my arms and I was now in a very effective hogtie.
Lisa wasn't finished yet. More rope was attached to me at various points
and I felt even the little sideways motion I had being taken away from me
as I was tied to various hard points inside the trunk.
"It's a pity about the belt." Lisa whispered in my ear once she was done.
"I could have done something to make the ride a lot more pleasant.
Still..."  I felt a finger at my anus for just a moment and instinctively
clenched up. Lisa laughed and so did Melissa.
I could feel the embarrassment flow through me.
"Sweety," Melissa said in my ear, "I'll see you in a while. you take care."
I grunted a reply, concentrating more on my posture than anything else, and
felt the trunk lid closing on top of me.
A thump, and all went quiet.
I wondered how hot it was going to get in here, and how easy it would be to
breath.
The engine started, it was loud, and the car began moving.

The trip was hell.  The movement of the car made holding my head back
almost impossible. The lurching and bumping really abused my nipples and
breasts. I wondered why in hell I had submitted to this.
After what seemed like days, the car did eventually stop for good, and the
engine was shut off.
I waited, almost screaming behind my gag, for Lisa to open the trunk and
get me out.
When she did I took a deep breath of clean air and regretted it when I felt
the pull on my nipples.
The first knot she undid was the one on the back of my head and I let my
head fall forward thankfully.
"Better?"  she asked me.
I nodded.
The rope binding my ankles was untied, as well as all the ropes holding me
to the trunk itself.  I was carefully helped out, still blind and gagged,
arms bound and breasts tied.  Once standing, Lisa took off the clamps and I
spent a few minutes bouncing from foot to foot as I felt the blood rush
back into the tortured flesh. Lisa then undid the ropes around my breasts,
unwinding the rope carefully so that there would be no sudden rush of
blood.
It was a great relief to have my breasts free again, even though they were
now sore from the bondage.
With most of the pain gone I was now able to try to make sense of my
surroundings. As Lisa untied my arms I tried to figure out where I was.
Under my feet was gravel. The sun was warm on my skin. There was a cool
breeze, and I could hear trees brushing back and forth.
If this was Alan's place, then where was he?
My arms were freed, and surprisingly not rebound in a different way.  I was
tempted to reach up and pull on my gag, but I thought that might not be
well received, so instead I rubbed my sore breasts.
"Almost done." Lisa said.
I was VERY surprised when she unlocked the harness gag. Alan must have
given her the key.  The gag came out of my mouth, and I moved my jaw around
to get the feeling back.
"Thanks." I said.
"I need to tell you something before I take off your blindfold." Lisa said.
I stiffened.  Uh oh!
"This isn't my idea, it was Alan's, so don't be mad at me.
He wanted me to tell you that if you didn't show up at his place by tonight
than he wouldn't hold you to the year."
I wondered what she meant by that, until she took off the blindfold.
I immediately knew where I was.  I was standing behind the diner.
I covered up as best I could and looked around, but Lisa and I were alone.
"Lisa. Why didn't you take me to Alan's?"
"It was his idea. You're supposed to walk from here."
"I can't!  Can't you give me a ride, at least to one of the gates?"
"Sorry."  Lisa gathered up all the bondage stuff and put it in the trunk
before shutting it.  She then locked all the other car doors.
"I'm going inside," she said with a smile, "you're welcome to come with me,
but there are probably other people in there."
"You can't leave me!" I cried.
"I can. You'll be fine, you know the way."  Lisa gave my shoulder a squeeze
and walked away.
In a moment, I was alone.  Naked, except for my chastity belt.
I made a dash for the relative safety of the trail that I knew led through
the trees behind the diner.  I hoped I could remember the way to Alan's
house from here. I knew it had to be at least a two mile walk. 
I had only been to the diner once, even though I knew Alan made it his
Saturday morning routine to come here for breakfast.  You may remember as I
do, that Alan brought me here one way and took me back another.
This was months ago. I hoped I could find my way.
I walked as quickly as I could in my bare feet along the trail until I came
to the dirt road I knew I would find at the end of it.  I knew I had to
walk a ways along it to find another trail that would lead me into the
valley.  I hoped that no one would come along and see me walking naked by
the side of the road.
Very nervously I started down, my head almost spinning in an attempt to see
if anyone was watching me. I was grateful that Alan hadn't asked Lisa to
tie my hands behind me, so at least I was able to cover up a bit.
I knew that the trail I was looking for wasn't that far along the road, but
as time went by I felt more and more sure that I had missed it some how.
I was so busy watching the ground at one point that the car appeared before
I realized it was there.
The two guys inside certainly saw me, if the whistles I heard were any
indication.  I covered up my breasts and started running.  I heard the car
slow down and one of the guys yell something, but I didn't listen. Instead
I plunged through the heavy foliage of the trees that lined the road and
made my way in as deep as I could.
The thick leaves and branches cut out a lot of the light, and I felt safe
in the darkness. At least until I heard the voices following me.
The ground foliage thinned. I had to think.
One of the trees near me looked like I could climb it, so I did. Up as high
as I could until I saw movement back the way I had come.
The two guys were making their own trail through the bushes, calling out to
me to come back to them. I don't know if they were drunk, or just out to
have some fun with the "Nekid girl!" as they called me.  I was still
scared.
They passed right under me with out seeing me and continued on a little
ways, before turning back disappointed.
Once they were gone, I waited in the tree for a long time before venturing
slowly back to the road.
I was scared, and angry at Alan for putting me in this position. But at the
same time I was very excited and after walking some more I felt like I had
actually enjoyed the way my heart had been racing.
Sometimes, I don't even understand myself!
When I reached the bridge, I knew I had missed the one trail into Alan's
valley. But I did know that just on the other side of the bridge was
another trail that would lead me where I wanted to go.
I just needed to get across.
My problem was a road construction crew working just fifty feet further
down the road.
How was I to get across the bridge in full sight of these guys.
I decided to tackle that problem by going under it. 
Instead of crossing over the bridge I went down the bank along side it,
pressed against the wall so the road crew wouldn't see me.  At the edge I
jumped into the cold water and waded quickly under the bridge.
That's when I saw I wasn't alone.
Sitting on the bank, under the bridge, was a young kid. A boy, about
thirteen, with a fishing rod in his hand.
He watched, wide eyed as I quickly covered my breasts with my arms and
crouched low in the hip deep water.
"Hi."  he said, voice trembling.
"Hi." I replied, my voice not much better.
"What are you doing?" he asked me.
"Er...I'm trying to go home."
"Where are your clothes?"
How could I answer that one?  "Waiting for me at home. I'm playing a game."
"A game?"
"Yeah. To see if I could get home without my clothes." Boy that sounded
weak.
"I hope you win!"  The boy said.
"Thanks."  I waded upstream to the other side of the bridge, and moved out
of the water and into the brush  that grew along the bank.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw that the boy was still watching me as I
ran deeper into the overgrowth.
It wasn't far before I came to the trail and I followed it as quickly as I
could.  The trail was muddy, of course, and I was a mess by the time I made
it to the gate in the fence that surrounded Alan's property. 
The gate was locked, but that didn't stop me. I just climbed over it,
brushing my sore breasts against the hard metal.
Now I felt safe.
I was well used to running around nude on Alan's land, having spent almost
as much time outside than in. 
I relaxed somewhat as I continued down the trail, and was almost laughing
at my two close calls when I heard the hoof beats.
I stopped and listened. The sound was coming from behind me.
I waited, and sure enough, Alan, riding Nelson, appeared on the trail  from
the direction I had come.  He was wearing his usual jeans and shirt, and
something new, a cowboy hat.
I smiled and waited for him to catch up.
He pulled his horse to a stop in front of me.
"Well, lookee here. Some gal has lost her britches!" He said with a bad
southern drawl.
I laughed. "I have a bone to pick with you." I told him.
"She has a mouth on her too!  Guess I'm gonna have to rope this little
filly and teach her some manners."  Alan pulled from his saddle a large
coil of rope, and I realized he was in one of his role playing moods.
This was a game we had played a couple of times. He was supposed to be a
cowboy on the range, and I was a young town girl he was supposed to catch
and ravage.  I squealed and took of down the trail as fast as I could run.
I knew there was no hope of my getting away, but at east I had to make it
look good.
I heard Nelson start out after me and knew in seconds it would be over. I
was too close to him and the narrow trail meant I had no where else to run.
I felt the rope fall around me and tighten suddenly, dragging me to a dead
halt.
I struggled with my arms pinned to my sides, but Alan was too quick. He
jumped off the horse and in moments had me face down in the mud, bound hand
and foot. 
Alan was pretty proud of his rope throwing skills, as well he should be. He
practiced on me long enough.
Alan rolled me onto my back, once again covering me with mud, and gave me a
big kiss.  "I missed you." He said once we came up for air.
"Me too." I answered. Yes, this was happiness, bound at my lover's hand.
"One last chance." he offered. "Are you ready for this?"
"Yes, oh yes!" I replied.
"Well then," he said with a smile as he lifted me into his arms, "lets go
see if I still have the key to that chastity belt."



The End of this story.

Keep an eye out for "More Tales from the Valley" in which I tell you some
of the ways Alan and Maria passed their time.
Coming soon!




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