TALL, BLOND AND BOUND
     by Zebulon

This is a work of fiction.  No reference to real persons is 
intended.  It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery 
and language.  If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it.

This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper 
credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, 
and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is 
being posted. 
          
     Feedback is welcome.  Zebulon@fastmail.ca

     (MF, FF, Bond)

*   *   *   *   *   Start of Part 4   *   *   *   *   *

     A week after the abduction of Sheryl and Marcie, the
Eagle moved Andrea upstairs.  She was given a very small
room next to the basement door and no longer had to sleep
in bondage.  Her neck collar came off.  She was allowed to
use a real bathroom with a real toilet and a shower with hot
water.  A small voice in the back of her head kept
prompting her to think about escape.  But from the views
she was able to steal from various windows she knew that
the house was well back from any road and in the middle of
a large walled-in estate.  Screaming wouldn't help.  If she
managed to get out she wouldn't know which way to go. 
And if she tried and failed. . . .  She didn't even want to
think about that.  Besides which, her training was so far
along that she no longer gave serious thought to rebellion.

     The first time Master Vincent left for the afternoon
without leaving her restrained, Andrea's mind was eaten up
with the possibilities.  She went through her assigned
afternoon routines faithfully, but all she could think of was
walking out the front door.  Nothing seemed to be
preventing her.  Yet she couldn't even bring herself to
deviate from her careful set of chores.  The next day was
worse.  And the third day was the worst of all.  She found
herself by the front door with her hand hovering over the
knob.  She stood like that for a very long time, but couldn't
bring herself to touch it.

     After that, things got easier.  She no longer thought
about leaving at all.  She found herself trying very hard to
get things exactly right for her Master.  And she was
making significant progress.

     A week after moving upstairs the Eagle set up a bed in
her small room.  Andrea found a frilly pink nightgown lying
across the pillow.  She hadn't slept in a real bed or worn a
stitch of clothing since her abduction.  When she first saw it
she stood weeping.  Then she heard a voice from behind. 
"You're doing well.  Keep it up."

     Without thinking Andrea turned and kissed her Master
on the cheek.  She was immediately aware of the
indiscretion and braced herself for punishment.  But he only
smiled at her, reached around, and patted her naked fanny. 
"That's all right," he said,  "I understand."  Then more
sternly, "Just don't let it happen again."

     "Yes, Master," she replied meekly and with genuine
gratitude, "I'll be careful."

     "I know you will, dear heart."

     That evening they made love in her tiny room, on the
new bed.  And for the first time, they were making love and 
not merely having sex.

     Her Master appeared at her door soon after she prepared
herself for bed.  Andrea was in her pretty new nightgown. 
She was sitting on the side of the bed enjoying the feel of
the soft, silky cloth against her skin, running one hand
slowly and sensuously up and down the other arm, when she
became aware of him watching her.  She blushed.  Then she
shuddered, fearing the unknown.  He never came to her
after bedtime.  Then she noticed the gentle, approving look
on his face and relaxed.  He smiled at her and she blushed
again.

     "What do you wish of me, Master," she asked.  It was
one of the proper protocols for a slave who became aware
of her Master's scrutiny.

     "I was wondering how long it would take you to
remember to ask that."  His words were reproachful, but his
tone was not unkind.

     Andrea dropped down on her knees before him.  "Please,
Master," she said, "forgive my lapse."  Then she quickly
added, "Is there anything I can do to serve you."  Her face,
as was proper, was oriented toward her Master's feet.  Her
hands hung limply at her sides.

     "Let me look at you in your new finery."

     She stood and turned in a slow circle.

     "You kissed me this afternoon."

     The fear returned.  "I'm terribly sorry, Master . . ."

     "Hush," he interrupted her.  "Think carefully about this
question before answering: Would it give you pleasure to
thank me properly?"

     This was the first time since her arrival that anything had
been said or even implied about her pleasure.  She was
confused.  Was it a test?  Was it a trap?  She quickly
decided that all she could do was speak the truth.  And the
truth, she was almost startled to realize was, 'yes.'  Yes, it
would give her pleasure.  Andrea bit her lip and nodded.

     The Eagle walked up to his gorgeous blond in her frilly
nightgown.  She didn't know what to do and just stood
there.  He reached up and gently massaged her breast
through the soft fabric.  The feel of his hand rubbing
through the flimsy cloth caused her nipple to explode into a
full erection.  She sucked a breath in through her teeth.  It
was the single most erotic moment of her life.  And that
realization confused her even more.

     Still massaging the breast, the Eagle brought his other
hand forward to caress her pubic mound, also through the
silky cloth.  She was already wet and the fabric clung
slightly to the soft rolls of flesh.  Andrea closed her eyes. 
She found that she had involuntarily spread her legs at her
Master's touch.

     For a long while she just stood there, luxuriating in the
feel of her Master's hands.  He switched hands, bringing his
one hand down to her pussy and the other up to the
opposite breast.  The nipple was already rock hard.  There
was a growing damp spot on the cloth at her crotch.  He
pulled up the fabric of her nightgown in little stages until he
could slip his hand under the hem and massage her wet slit
and clit directly.

     Then, slowly and jerkily Andrea brought her hands up. 
She began massaging her Master's shoulders and the sides
of his neck.  He leaned forward and kissed her.  He was still
dressed and she was standing in bare feet so their mouths
were almost exactly level.  Andrea tilted her head almost
without thinking and parted her lips.  Her mouth was soft
and relaxed.  He slipped his tongue into hers.  He felt her
press up against him and kiss back with a surprising passion.

     He dropped the cloth of her nightgown and brought both
hands up behind her neck.  She could smell her own musk
on his fingers.  Somehow it excited her even more.  He
undid the fastener that held the nightgown closed.  He
slipped it off her shoulders and it fell into a pile of cloth
around her feet.  Then laying his fingers gently on the skin
of her neck, he raked them softly down her chest, stopping
to squeeze each nipple separately.  He continued down her
belly and around her sides until his hands were cupping
Andrea's ass cheeks.  By this time, she had completely
wrapped her arms around him and was breathing
passionately through her nose as she continued the lengthy
kiss.

     The Eagle pulled himself gently away and took a step
back.  He spread his legs slightly and held his arms out. 
Without a word, Andrea came up and removed his clothes. 
As each piece came off, she carefully folded it and lay it on
the floor.  When she had finished slipping off his pants and
underwear, she found herself face level with his erect cock.

     Almost without thinking, Andrea took her Master's penis
in her mouth and began to artfully lick and suck.  She
dropped the last of his clothes and brought one had up to
clasp the back of his leg.  With the other she gently fondled
his balls.  The Eagle ran his hands through her hair and
savored her complete submission.

     After a while he pulled her face off.  He stepped over to
the little bed and lay down.  Andrea quickly folded the rest
of his clothes and came to him.  She was suddenly eager to
practice what she had learned.

     Andrea felt as jittery and unsure of herself as the time
she first made love.  It seemed a lifetime ago.  She started
by kissing her Master's feet and sucking on his toes.  She
worked her way up his leg with her tongue.  She was just
about to start in again on his penis when he asked, "What
would give you pleasure?"

     It was that question again.  But this time it didn't scare
her.  "Master?" she asked.

     "Go ahead," he said, "it is my will."

     Andrea stood up on the bed and carefully placed her feet
on either side of her Master's face.  He had taught her this
Japanese technique a week earlier, but hadn't practiced it
yet.  He was lying face up and she was facing the wall. 
Slowly she lowered herself into a squat, putting her hands
flat against the wall for balance.  As her legs bent, the pussy
spread open.  She felt her Master's breath on her soft flesh. 
She lowered her self carefully a few more inches and felt his
mouth on her widely spread lips.  The flesh was wet, the clit
inflated and throbbing.  His tongue and lips played intricate
little games, nipping and licking, kneading and squeezing. 
Her breath came in little sips and then great wracking sobs. 
Andrea's legs were getting tired, but it felt so good.  She
realized that she needed to build up more strength in her
legs and resolved to do so.

     He might normally have drawn this out for a long time,
but he could feel the muscles in her legs beginning to
tremble with the effort of holding the position so he quickly
brought her to climax.  She almost went crazy bouncing on
his face as the orgasm overwhelmed her.  She was crying
and sobbing with the exertion and the pleasure.  Then she
felt him place his hands on her ass cheeks and press upward. 
Obediently, she stood.

     "Would you like me to fuck you?" he asked, as she stood
over him.  He looked up past her glistening pussy, firm
belly, heaving breasts.  He looked directly into those
wondrous blue eyes.

     Andrea didn't even have to think about the answer, "Oh
yes, Master."

     He grinned up at her, "Do you want it in your pussy or
up the ass?"

     And with a grin of her own she said, "Both."

     So he laid her on the bed and got on top.  He slid into
her wet throbbing pussy and let himself rut away as he
kissed her breasts, neck and face.  She by turns would rub
his back or gently scratch the skin on his neck and sides. 
She returned his kisses with her full passion.  After a few
hot sweaty minutes, he exploded into her and cried out as
he came.  Andrea hugged him tightly to herself and started
to weep.

     After a brief rest, the Eagle kissed her again.  He rolled
her onto her belly.  He again positioned himself between her
legs and pulled first one leg and then the other up and to the
sides of the bed.  He had her pull her hands down between
her legs and instructed her to masturbate as he fucked her. 
This was something new and Andrea found herself getting
excited all over again.  She started to rub herself and felt his
hands at her twat and anus.  She was soon quite wet and he
was milking that sweet wetness from her cunt to slather her
anal opening.  Once it was lubricated enough to suit him, he
pressed up against her and slowly pressed his large prick
into her rear hole.  She grunted and sighed with pleasure. 
Her fingers sped up.  It didn't take long before each was on
the verge of another delicious climax.

     Andrea was careful to pace herself to be sure her Master
came first.  It was hard, especially with the feel of his balls
slapping up against her cunt.  But she held off until she
heard him cry out and felt the throbbing explosion in her
ass.  Then she quickly finished herself off, writhing and
moaning beneath him.

     It had, without doubt, been the greatest, most satisfying
sexual encounter in her life.

     When he finally collected his clothes and left, the last
thing he said to her was, "If you keep making this kind of
progress, I'll have to invite you to share my big bed."

     Andrea drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.  She
was determined to make lots of progress.

                      *   *   *   *   *

     The yacht carrying Sheryl and Marcie docked in the
early hours of the morning.  It pulled into a huge boathouse. 
Large wooden doors shut behind it.

     Sheryl had slept fitfully.  She was in the middle of
another bad dream when her sack was jerked roughly
upright.  She woke in a cold sweat and could hear muted
voices from afar.  With a grunt, someone hoisted and
carried her.  The voices got louder.  She was set down,
none too gently, on a hard surface.  She heard a woman
laugh harshly.

     Sheryl felt hands touching her through the heavy cloth,
identifying her posture.  A gruff male voice said, "Don't
move, sweetheart."  A knife blade cut through the fabric and
made a long downward slice.  Sheryl's first view in the dim
light was of a wooden pier and shiny black high-heeled
boots.  The sack was pulled off and she found herself
looking up at the owner of the boots--a very attractive
Hispanic girl dressed in little more than the boots and
leather straps.  Her breasts were fully exposed.  She wasn't
wearing panties.  She was studying Sheryl with an
appraising expression and holding a coiled leather thong in
her hand.

     Sheryl caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. 
It was the backside of a naked girl being led away into a
dark tunnel.  In the dim light it was hard to be sure, but
Sheryl knew it must be Marcie.  There was something
strange about her walk, but she couldn't tell what.  She was
about to find out.

     "You're not going to give me trouble, are you gringo?"
the girl asked, slapping the thong with considerable force
against her own palm.

     Sheryl quickly shook her head in the negative.  Her gag
prevented any other answer.

     The girl bent over and looked into her eyes.  "You're
scared, yes?"

     Sheryl nodded.  The tears flowing again.

     "Good.  You stay that way."  Then she directed one of
the deck hands to, "cut her loose, like the other."  Soon
Sheryl was standing before the imposing brunette with only
her hands still tied behind her back.  Even in her bare feet
and with the other girl's spiked heels, Sheryl was several
inches taller.  "Don't move, bitch," the girl ordered and
moved around behind her.

     Sheryl felt the leather thong being tied in a loose noose
around her neck.  She felt her bound wrists being hoisted up
to the middle of her back.  The thong was wrapped around
the wrists and a knot was added.  Her hands were now
linked to the back of her neck and she had to work to keep
her arms up to avoid being choked.  The girl brought the
thong down between her legs from behind and up the front
of her body, between her breasts, to the front of the noose
around her neck.  She threaded the strap through the front
of the noose and cinched it tightly, until Sheryl could feel
the leather biting into the tender flesh between her ass
cheeks and in her pussy slit.  She cried out into the gag. 
But the other girl only hitched the thong even tighter.  She
tied another knot locking the restraint in place and started
off, holding the free end of the thong like a leash. 
Obediently, Sheryl followed, suddenly understanding the
awkward gait of her friend.

     There was a long uncomfortable march through an even
more dimly lit tunnel.  The rough gravel surface was hard
on her feet.  The rough leather thong chaffed her tender
skin.  Her arms ached.  Her mouth ached.  The skin on her
wrists and ankles was red and sore.  The girl would jerk 
the thong at odd intervals.  She was terrified and wondered
if this nightmare would ever end.

     They walked through a door into a well-lit courtyard of
some grand villa.  Under very different circumstances,
Sheryl would have been delighted and found it charming,
romantic, and a little majestic.  It was full of scrolled iron-
work, grand arches, sculpture, fountains, hanging plants and
singing birds in gilded cages.

     Marcie, who was bound exactly as she, was standing
uncomfortably next to one of the ornate water fountains. 
Her leash was held by a short redhead who was dressed just
like the brunette.  Marcie looked over at her with an
expression of pure misery.  Sheryl looked over at her as
they came up and her tormentor yanked the leash and
barked, "Eyes forward, bitch."

     For a long ten minutes they stood like that.  Then a far
door opened and a man and woman walked toward them. 
The man was very tall and dressed entirely in white.  He
reminded Sheryl of a rich plantation owner in a late night
movie.  The woman was short and had dark hair.  She was
dressed just like the other two except that her breasts were
covered with a black bra and she was wearing black panties. 
She carried a leather riding crop.

     The man looked quite pleased.  The woman looked
pissed.  They weren't talking as they walked up.  Even
through her pain and terror, Sheryl could tell they had been
arguing.

     "You see," the man finally said, shaking a finger at the
two bound girls.  He had a foreign accent that Sheryl
couldn't place. "You see," he repeated, "The tall one, she is
perfect.  My little Ratte, he does fine work.  We don't need
your fancy collectors."

     "That isn't the point, Hector," the woman replied
harshly.  "There are issues of discipline and security here."

     "Bah!" said Hector as he reached the girls.  He was the
same height as Sheryl.  He reached out to touch her face. 
Sheryl involuntarily flinched away.  The girl holding her
leash yanked her roughly back.  Trembling, Sheryl held still
and endured the man's hands.  He examined her face,
pressed her breasts, bent her over and examined her ass.  He
stood her up again and pressed her pussy flesh around the
leather thong.

     The woman was watching Hector, not the two girls.  
Despite her small size, or perhaps because of it, she had an 
extremely powerful look.  There was something frightening 
about her.  She cleared her throat scornfully.

     Hector turned back and said, "Mistress Tina, you worry
too much."

     She slashed her crop against her own leg with a cracking
sound that made everyone but Hector start.  "Hector!  We
will settle this now."  He had been pushing Mistress Tina
since she and her personal slave had arrived less than a
month earlier.  He had pressured her use the Hispanic girl as
an apprentice.  As stable Mistress, she was supposed to
have complete control of staffing, recruitment and training.  
But as a gesture of good faith she had agreed to take on the
girl.  There had been other minor frictions.  And now, there
was this surprise recruitment.  "Either I am in charge of this
stable or I am not.  If I am, we will do things my way. 
From now on I will have final say on all recruitment
operations.  I will train and keep who I chose.  If not, so
help me I will take Michelle and leave this very day. 
Remember that you are dealing with the Mart."

     For the first time, Hector was brought up short.  His
brow furrowed and storm clouds rose in his face.  Mistress
Tina wasn't intimidated in the slightest.  The clouds
suddenly broke and Hector said, with considerable mildness,
"Of course, Tina-mia, you are right.  Let us go and discuss
this.  I'm sure we can arrange things to your satisfaction."

     Mistress Tina nodded at him once curtly.  She knew he
was only humoring her.  Tina thought to herself, 'If I don't
fix this now, the trouble will only get worse.'  She shot a
fierce look at the redhead holding Marcie's thong and said,
"Examine these two thoroughly, I'll expect a complete
report in the morning."  She then turned to Hector and said,
"OK, let's talk."  They left as abruptly as they had entered.

*   *   *   *   *   End of Part 4   *   *   *   *   *

     TALL, BLOND AND BOUND
     by Zebulon

This story may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper 
credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being posted, 
and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site where it is 
being posted.