-The new guy was distracted and I’m 99% sure I knew why. “Henry. Come one man. This tobacco won’t harvest itself.”
“Hank. It’s Hank boss. Not Henry.” Hank was still staring off at the “out of rotation field” a good 200 yards from where we were working. “Something wrong with that scarecrow over there, boss?”
“That ain’t a scarecrow, new guy. That’s the lady that owns these fields.” Daniel paused and observed Hank for a reaction. Surprisingly, he barely gave one.
“Huh. That’s Ms. Josephine?” Daniel nodded with a smirk. “Well, what’s she doing up there?”
“She’s doing what rich people do. She’s being extrinsic.”
“She’s being what?” Hank’s face contorted into a look of total confusion. Really? Nothing when he hears the owner of the farm “plays scarecrow,” but he gets all confused by a three-syllable word.
“She’s extrinsic. You know? She has strange tastes and whatnot.” Hank frowned.
“Don’t you mean eccentric, boss?” Daniel blinked but didn’t respond. “Anyway, OK, she’s eccentric. What’s she’s DO-ing?” Daniel didn’t really favor the strange emphasis Hank put on certain words. It kind of emphasized the point that Hank wasn’t a local.
Daniel looked around and made sure they were the only two workers around. Satisfied, he lowered his voice to a whisper.
“Miss Josephine is a writer.”
“Well of course I know that boss. She wrote that movie that’s coming out next month. Everybody knows that.”
“Yeah, but she used to be an erotic writer.” Daniel paused to see Hank’s reaction. Still nothing. Hank may be extrinsic too… “She’s into BONDAGE.” Daniel looked around again to make sure they were still alone. “She got big writing BDSM stories. And evidently, she gets a lot of her ideas by tying herself up and acting like she’s a damsel in distress.” Daniel’s smile grew and grew as he told the juicy details.
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(In the other field)
Tina was struggling mightily. Her hands were clenched in tight fists, and she pulled with all of her strength. She knew she could never defeat the tightly cinched ropes, even if she fought against them for eternity. As hard as she pulled, they didn’t even stretch. And the thick, rough wooden beam she was tied to could support a house. It was an immoveable object as far as this predicament was concerned.
She might have had a chance to slip a hand free with all of the sweat she was generating, but only if she was only tied at the wrists. However, there were equally tight loops of cinched ropes securing her arms at the elbow to the beam as well. The four point arm tie configuration had Tina hopelessly anchored to the T-shaped post.
Hopeless as it was, she HAD to keep trying. There had to be a way.
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“Huh.” Hank finally reacted, but Daniel had hoped for a little more. “Well can she get down?” Daniel was excited again because he knew the answer.
“Yeah. Yeah. You see, a while back, she had a big old concrete footer poured right there in the middle of the field. And she’s some kind of engineer too. Because she rigged up a hydraulic lift right on top of it. That big old wooden “T” she’s tied to starts out flat in the field. She just lays down and gets herself into her ropes. Then she uses her phone to turn on the lift. The ropes are all running through pulleys and clamps and whatnot, so when the lift has her all the way up, the ropes are tightened up all the way and she can’t get out.” Finally, Hank was paying attention to Daniel’s story.
“Right. So that’s how she gets up….” Daniel realized he hadn’t answered Hank’s question.
“Sure. How she gets down. Right. Miss Josephine gets down the same way she gets up. She just tells her phone to lower the lift and down it goes. The ropes all get loose, and she goes back to the house and writes, I guess.”
“Huh. Well that sure is extrinsic.” Hank was staring off in no particular direction.
“You mean eccentric.” Daniel corrected Hank. Hank didn’t seem to hear.
“How long is she going to stay up there like that, do you think?” Hank sure seemed interested in Tina Josephine’s business.
“I don’t rightly know. Sometimes she hangs around for an hour or so, listening to songs or stories in her earbuds. Sometimes she’s up there most of the afternoon.” Hank sputtered out a laugh. “What did I say?”
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(Back on the T-shaped post)
Tina’s legs were only tied at the ankles. Her ankles were anchored to the post just as tightly as her arms, but being secured at only that one point, she had much more range of motion to struggle. Tina arched her back and pulled her right leg up as hard as she could, trying to slip her foot up through the ropes. Nothing. She tried the same move again, straining with even more strength she didn’t even know she had in reserve. She pulled and pulled. The ropes were creeping upward the tiniest bit. Not nearly enough to matter. Tina’s boots would never allow her feet to slip through the cinched ropes. She thought she might be able to wiggle her feet free from the boots but they were laced up too tightly for that to work too.
Tina squirmed and bounced her hips and torso with as much force as she could. She was trying desperately to shake the structure. She wanted to ‘affect’ it in at least some form or fashion. Tina was well aware of the strength of the engineering that went into her tormenting post. She knew that tied as she was to it, she could not force it down with strength. She could NEVER overpower it with her own strength. Sweat and tears streamed down her face from her exhaustive efforts. For completely irrational reasons, she just wanted to try to make it shake. She wanted to feel like she wasn’t so utterly dominated. Like she had at least an insignificant impact on it. At least that would be something.
Tina thrashed on and on. None of the ropes loosened. The post did not even vibrate from her efforts.
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“You said ‘hang around.’ And she’s hanging on a post.” This new guy is a real wordsmith, Daniel thought.
“When she’s up there for a while, I go over and get her a drink. I don’t have to say anything. She has me put on this, so I don’t wreck her ‘creative process.’” Hanks made quotation marks in the air with his fingers on the words “Creative process.”
“What’s that, a burlap sack?” Hank was asking what Daniel was referring to in his last comment.
“Yeah, it’s a bag with eye holes. She acts like I’m the kidnapper. Sometimes she stays in character and yells at me or begs to be let out. I’m just supposed to ignore her, hold up her water bottle, and then leave her be. In fact,” Daniel looked at his watch, “I should go give her a drink about now, I supposed.” Hank reached over and grabbed Daniel’s arm as he was turning to go.
“Well hold on Boss. That’s a long walk all the way over there and it’s about time for lunch, and we left lunch in the trucks way back in the opposite direction. That’s a lot of extra walking at your age Boss. No offense.” Hank had a firm grip. “I’ll go over there and take care of Miss Josephine like you said and meet you back at the trucks. Hell, I bet I’ll make it round trip before you even get just the one way.” Hank took ahold of the burlap mask in Daniel’s hand.
“O-K. I guess that’s alright.” Daniel released his grip on the mask. Hank released his hold on Daniel’s arm. Daniel felt a small tinge of relief. He started walking away from the new guy.
“No ‘thank you,’ Boss?” Daniel stood still. He eyes were on the trucks at least 400 yards back through the field.
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(Tina was still struggling…)
The ropework harness was cutting into Tina’s skin. Her struggles caused it to ride up everywhere, but especially into her crotch. The course rope scraping her sensitive private flesh was a painful contrast to the orgasm-inducing sensations provided by the relentless egg-shaped toy placed inside her. Tina was being racked by waves of intense pleasure signals. She was receiving far more input that she could process, especially with the added stress of her helplessness. Good Lord, Tina had not felt this helpless in so long.
“Come on Tina, fucking focus,” she told herself. It’s not like she hadn’t practiced orgasm control. It’s not like she’d never been at another’s mercy before. But Tina’s problems this moment included the shame she felt for LOVING her helplessness. And as she looked around desperately for any possible means of escape, she also knew her resolve was being defeated. If she stayed up here like this for very long, her natural cravings would override her free will and she’d be broken. She’d be reduced to something else, and she wasn’t even sure what she’d become.
She dreaded the thought of finding out what that would be, while simultaneously craving it. The craving was growing into needing it. Tina through herself into even more futile struggles.
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“Sorry, what?” Daniel was only thinking about the trucks.
“I was wondering if you were going to thank me, Boss. For doing all this extra walking. On such a hot day as this. You should probably say ‘thank you,’ wouldn’t you think?” Hank’s voice sounded like it was only inches from Daniel.
“Sure Hank.” Daniel’s voice cracked. “Thanks a million.” Daniel stood and waited for Hank to respond. He waited for what seemed like a very long time. Eventually, he looked back over his shoulder. Hank was already halfway to the next field where Tina was suspended. He already had the mask over his head. Daniel walked quickly toward the trucks. He wanted to get there before Hank. He walked a straight line, with his eyes down on vegetation that was matted down from their feet when they walk out here earlier in the day. Daniel took one methodical step at a time like a condemned man walking to the gallows. He kept walking. Not looking up.
“Hey Boss, here’s this back.” Hank was back at Daniels side,and he was handing the burlap sack back to him. Hank wasn’t out of breath even though he must have run to have caught back up so quickly.
“Thanks Hank. That was fast. Everything alright?”
“Perfect Boss. Gave the lady a drink. You were right about staying in character. She had some things to say to me!” Hank laughed. Daniel forced a weak chuckle. “Oh, she also said we should call it a day early. She wanted to stay out a little extra. Some big story she’s working on. So, we should just come back on Monday.” Daniel was happy for the news. He was eager to get away from the new guy. Something about him was just off.
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(Up on the cross…)
Tina’s mind was fighting but losing. She needed to get down. She needed to stop the assault on her senses. She moaned and cried out but could not even hear herself over the message coming through her earbuds. A familiar and terrible voice was being relayed from her phone, through the ear buds and into her submissive heart and soul.
“I don’t know how you and @katieblake managed to escape my penthouse, Miss Josephine. But I really don’t even mind that you did. Because it gives me this opportunity to demonstrate to you the extent of my reach. I may be in Paris right now about to abduct some fresh talent from among the pretty young idiot tourists at the Olympics, but my reach extends back to London where I’ll soon be reminding Ms. Blake that she is MINE. My property! MINE!”
Tina bucked and squirmed and screamed with all of her strength. She used every ounce of emotion and reason to tamp down the insane pleasure raging inside her, threatening to take over any moment.
“And you are MINE too little Miss Tina. And you KNOW that now slut. You know that because you can FEEL my reach. You FEEL my reach all the way inside you. That’s ME inside your cunt right now driving your insane. That’s ME touching you intimately while you cannot do anything to stop it. I am the one reducing you to a blubbering mass. ME!”
Tina cried out over and over to be released but her phone was not responding.
“And most importantly, my favorite little bitch-slave, that’s ME that sent a man to Paris, Kentucky to stuff a gag in your mouth so that your clever little device won’t know that you want to escape. I wonder what you sound like now bitch. How pitiful are your cries as you watch the field workers leaving you to your fate, oblivious of the fact that your truly are a damsel in distress.”
The large gag was more than enough to completely fill Tina’s mouth. Her tongue was pinned down. There was nothing she could do. Her only hope was being escorted away by that monster’s agent. Tina felt her strength leaving. She felt her muscles relaxing. She felt her struggles ending. Tina felt acceptance come flooding into her mind. And the last thought she consciously formulated was to wonder what was next.