Jason stared pointedly at the generous cleavage showing over neckline
of her tight rubber bodice. “So how,” he asked, “do you explain YOUR
outfit?”
She looked down, smiling guiltily. “Would you believe… I couldn’t
help myself? Besides, I thought it would help Mandy recover.” Her eyes
took on a serious look again. “You know, she’s so worn out by what…
well, what was done to her, that she’s quite uninterested in me. I mean,
I used to at least get a pat on the rump even when she wasn’t interested,
but… but, now…” She seemed close to tears.
Jason pulled her to him, hugged her and murmured in her ear. “It’s
alright dear, she’ll get better. She’s just worn out, like you said,
that’s all.” But privately, he wondered, would she recover? Oh sure,
her body was probably just fine, aside from a little fatigue, but what
about her mind? Was she still sane? He thought back to her “torture”
at Dodds’ hands.
The faintly floral smell of Flora’s hair brought him back to the
present. Flora sighed softly into his shoulder as he rubbed her
neck and shoulder muscles. She melted against him, and he slipped one
hand down, and around. Cautiously, he caressed her chest where one
erect nipple pressed out through the latex. She “mm-hmmed” her approval,
pulled her head up and kissed him fiercely, then pulled away slightly.
“Love,” she said, looking slightly feral in the angled light of the
bedside lamps, “do you know what I want to do?”
His eyes grew wide, and he shook his head innocently.
She grabbed his crotch and squeezed. “I. Want. To. Fuck!” Jason was
slightly shocked. He had never heard her swear before. She pushed him
over onto his back. Jason laughed and rolled over onto her, pinning her
wrists. “What are you, insatiable? Am I supposed to believe that you
didn’t get enough out of yesterday’s fun and games?”
“Weelll,” she stalled, looking mischievous.
“Alright,” he continued, “do you know what I’m going to do to you?”
She batted her eyelashes up at him innocently. “I’m… uh…” he looked
stricken suddenly. “Of all the times… I guess I’m going to go to the
bathroom.” He shrugged helplessly.
Flora gave him a look of mock fury. “OOhh! How could you!” she said
as he climbed off her and headed for the bathroom, “You wind me up and
then desert me?! I’ll show you!” she called after his retreating back.
When Jason returned, Flora had disappeared. He stood in the doorway
of the bathroom, staring at the empty bed. “Why, that fickle little
wench,” he muttered to himself. He headed toward the nightstand for his
slippers…
…and got a big surprise.
For the second time in 36 hours, something soft and dark was suddenly
pulled down over Jason’s head, and when he dropped his slippers, one
wrist and then the other were clicked into a pair of handcuffs. He was
mad enough to kick out, but his kick was ineffective, and left him
precariously off balance. He heard, muffled through the bag or hood,
Flora giggle behind him, as she pulled him backwards, keeping him off-
balance. He felt himself falling helplessly, disoriented, his body
tensing for the impact. Flora caught him by the shoulders, providing a
reference point for his reeling senses. She lowered him gently to the
floor. In a panic, he struggled to get to his feet, legs flailing
wildly, for all the good it did him. Flora ignored his faint bellows
of rage, and shortly had his ankles trussed as well.
After he realized that there was no way he could stand without help,
and that nothing else was happening to him yet, he calmed down
somewhat, then fell completely silent when he thought of Mandy sleeping
…End of the part83. To be continued..





