The plot was already well underway already. The mad General Ripper had set events in motion, and the inescapable logic of the MAD doctrine did the rest. However, this time the end of the world was not as engrossing as the sight of Nina lying helplessly bound next to him.
From the looks of it, she was deep in subspace territory, oblivious to everything except her burgeoning lust. She was frantically working her crotch rope again, her efforts accompanied by muffled grunts. Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps, almost on the verge of hyperventilating. Sweat glistened on her skin and dampened the strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail. Veins throbbed visibly on her forehead, making Robert wonder if apoplexy posed a serious risk at 23. Given her excellent health, he did not think so, but he preferred to play it safe. Resolutely, he squeezed his fingers between her thighs and gently stroked her clitoris.
That was all it took. She suddenly stiffened, and her taut muscles stood out like whipcords under her skin. Her body trembled convulsively when she climaxed, then with a drawn-out moan, the tension slowly drained from her body. She went limp until her strict posture was enforced by her bondage only.
One. Robert always kept count of her orgasms during their play. Considering how long it took her to recover, this one had been pretty spectacular. He made a careful mental note of that, too. Actually, he maintained detailed statistics about her reactions to anything they tried, hoping that, one day, the data might help him figure out the enigma that was Nina. She laughed at the notion, of course, and regarded it as the product of ‘an occupational psychological deformity.’ On the other hand, if his approach to understanding women was so ludicrous, why did she threaten to distort the data by faking orgasms? In any case, she had to realize this strategy would not be to her advantage.
A movement in the corner of his eye interrupted his musings. Apparently, she had rested enough and was ready for the next round. Here we go again…
Four. Nina sagged in her bonds. Her latest climax was the hard-earned reward for an extended struggle. Each orgasm had been more difficult to attain. He doubted she had the stamina for another one. His fingers stroked her head, then followed the line of her throat down to her breasts. She whimpered pitifully when he began to idly play with her nipple chain. Her attempts to spoil his game by rolling over onto her stomach were amusing to watch. Nevertheless, Robert recognized the familiar telltales, her incessant fidgeting and clenched fists. She had enough.
Nina had been evicted from subspace, but she still had to pay the rent. No more riding an endorphin high that insulated her from her suffering. Her strenuous bondage was finally getting to her. A stray thought made him smile. Bet she now wishes she’d listened when I said I wanted a wireless setup...
On the screen, the fate of the world hinged on Mandrake finding the change to call the president on a pay phone. So she still had a while to go.
This was the phase during their bondage play when he had to monitor her most closely. Any sign of serious trouble and he would have to abort their game. He did not mind watching over her since this was also the phase he treasured the most. Now, her bondage became more than just foreplay, more than some bizarre masturbation aid. Now, it turned into real torment. Now, she was suffering beautifully. For him. Her devotion turned her torment into an offering, made her suffering into a sacrifice.
He could only guess what caused her the most distress: The huge gag, the vicious nipple clamps or her back-breaking hogtie? Whatever it was, she would have to endure it. Purportedly, the realization helped her experience her pain as something else entirely. She professed that it was in these moments that she felt most alive. Afterward, she always reveled in the knowledge that she had risen to the challenge, transcended her pain and fear, and made him proud.
His gaze wandered over her contorted body, committing the sight to his memory. He listened to her strained breaths, the anguished whimpers muffled by her gag. Her tired muscles quivered under his probing touch. A well-timed nudge allowed her to roll onto her stomach. Immediately, her breathing became labored as the pull on her head harness exerted by its connection to her toes increased and forced her head further back. Robert quickly knelt on the bed in front of her and hauled her upper body onto his thighs to lessen the pull. She sighed gratefully. Nina smelled of sweat and sex, a heady scent that fueled his lust. Her new position put her gagged mouth right in front of his crotch. If only he had used a ring gag! He felt ready to explode.
‘Yahoo! Yahoo!’
He looked up in time to watch the iconic scene of Major Kong riding the atomic bomb as it fell on its target. The white flash of a nuclear blast blanketed the screen. Not much longer now.
It was these intense moments he relived during conventional sex with her. Nina had confessed to him once that it was the same for her. They were a well-matched pair. His fingers slid over her head and softly caressed her ears. In return, Nina rubbed her head against his palms, at least to the extent her bonds permitted. In time, he would convince her to become his slave girl for real.
“We’ll meet again, don’t know where, don’t know when...”
Nina began to urgently hum as soon as the song started playing over the eerily beautiful footage of nuclear explosions. Her sudden agitation reminded him that it was time to free her. He did not bother trying to release the knots, which he deemed hopeless anyway. Instead, he reached for the cable cutter and made quick work of the wires that held her captive.
Her head slumped on his thighs as he cut the wire connecting it to her toes. The one that held her in the hogtie followed, and she sighed blissfully when she was finally able to relax her back and stretch her legs again. He rolled her onto her side and unfastened her nipple chain from the collar ring. Then he hit the clamps’ quick-release.
“Aaiiih!”
He was glad he had kept her gagged for that part. The bladder in her mouth muffled a little what would otherwise have been an ear-splitting shriek. She bucked wildly like a demented stallion, and if her sinews and muscles had been up to the task, she would probably have snapped her bonds. He had to pause until she got herself back under control before continuing. Next, he attached the hand pump to her gag again, but this time to let the air escape through its valve. Immediately, the volume of her moans multiplied.
He freed her from the head harness and the blindfold. She worked her stiff jaw but kept silent. Her beautiful green eyes shot him a reproachful look. Seeing his innocent expression, she rolled her eyes at him and then closed them. She remained passive while he released her from the rest of her bonds, letting him handle her limp body as he saw fit.
Once she was free, he turned her onto her stomach and began massaging her. His strong fingers worked the knotted muscles in her back and shoulders to loosen them. He continued until the soft groans accompanying his manipulations had turned into blissful sighs.
“Better?”
“More,” Nina demanded without stirring.
Robert shook his head but bent over her again. The next time he stopped, she did not protest, too relaxed to complain. He shook out his cramped fingers, then lay down beside her and pulled her naked body against his. Fortunately, their height difference did not matter much in the horizontal. With her back pressed against his chest, he held her in his arms and lazily nuzzled her neck. Neither of them felt the need to talk yet. He was happy to let her process the extraordinary experience in silence. They stayed like that for a long time. It was late in the afternoon when she finally roused. She extricated herself from his embrace and padded to the bathroom. Apparently, nature was calling. After she had relieved herself, he heard the shower. She let the water run for a long time. He hoped she would remember to open the window after she had turned the bathroom into a high-powered steam bath.
When Nina emerged still naked, her skin was glowing. The rope marks had already faded. A little rest and the hot shower had revived her spirits. ‘Yai!’ for her astonishing resilience.
She rolled her shoulders and grimaced.
“I think I’ve pulled a muscle.”
He just raised an eyebrow. She sauntered over to the bed and crawled up to him.
“You’re a brute.”
She followed her accusation with a long kiss. So being a brute could not be that bad in her books. When they came up for air again, she propped her head on her arm and regarded him pensively.
“Think we could repeat this sometime?” she asked idly, twirling with her curls.
Robert played it cool. It was hard, but he managed to respond with a noncommittal grunt. She faltered for a second, then rushed on.
“You always liked the ‘Lord of the Rings’ trilogy, right? When I bought the wire, they also had the extended edition on offer, all 12 hours of it. So, I got that as well...”
THE END