Hey Y’all. This was a passion project. I am trying to wrap up a years worth of fiction into a cohesive “Tina-verse” where bondage reigns and adventure is around every corner.
@AllyLogan and I are collaborating on this monster. And she’s freaking awesome. I love you Ally Logan!! I mean, awesome talent and also awesome to work (and play) with! Check out her page. For real. Go do it!
I also want to shout out to some other folks who helped me with the stories this one builds on. Huge thanks to (I’m no particular order) @LizzyTzee , @joejanus , @KatieBlake , @DarkSkyFalcon who I worked with directly. Also thanks to”V” whose profile seems to have disappeared. And big thanks to my super supportive friends who have encouraged me to write and explore and helped me on other projects. I want to especially thank @Crab-Hermit , @Julanni , @PrincessHinami and @Rob66
Ok, here we go. We left off at The Stories that Bind, Book 2, over on Ally’s page. https://www.deviantart.com/allylogan/gallery/94161197/stories-that-bind-book-2 She’s just rescued me from a bondage trap I was caught in on my very own farm in Kentucky spring by a henchman of “the Britt,” the bad guy Katie and I dealt with in The Stories that Bind, Book 1.
Here we go…..
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I struggled and protested and kept up the Damsel-act until “Hank” was climbing into his rental car. His real name was Max Carter. He was one of the thugs “the Britt” regularly employed. He was basically a blunt object. He was too dense or lazy or both to steal a pickup truck on the way to his fake job as my farm hand. It’s not like stealing a pickup truck is remotely hard in the area between Fayette County and here. This loser took no pride in his work. Pleasure, on the other hand, he definitely took. Way too much of it while he was inserting this egg vibrator inside me. He was all hands, and clumsy with them. I’m going to complain to the Britt next time I see him. But as for Max/Hank, he’s a true dirt bag. It pained me to let him leave my property, but he was delivering a message for me. I reminded myself that even a dull tool can serve a purpose in the right hands.
I did, however, have one problem. It wasn’t the vibrator. I expected something like that. The Britt wouldn’t pass on a chance to violate me. Accepting that violation was simply the cost of doing business. But I wasn’t expecting the gag. I tried a few times to give my phone the command to lower the woodenpost which would release the bondage holding me, but it was no use. My muffled and distorted voice was unrecognizable to the device. And with that egg buzzing away and working on me, I needed to concentrate on my self-control. The Britt’s message pumping into my head through my earbuds was a major annoyance and I was struggling to find my meditative balance.
“Damnit.”
My breathing was becoming quick and shallow. I felt mythighs, reflexively, sliding against each other. Up and down and across, with what little range of motion was permitted by my bondage. My body was giving me the sensation of a gentle touch that it is instinctively craving. This damsel-in-distress façade might have been my plan, but the details went slightly off the rails and now I’m having to improvise. My head jerks back from a sudden burst of warmth. The bondage and the insistenttoy are a powerful combination. But the element I’d neglect to account for was the “difference” between my doing this to myself in a controlled self-bondage session and the thrill of this being done TO me. The chance to let my practiced “alpha” persona take a break. A chance for me to be my true submissive self and bask in the absolute freedom granted by total helplessness. Oh God it’s so good.
“MMmmmmmrrrrrgggg….”
Yeah. I’m not going to be able to contain this. All of my natural impulses are taking over. I can actually feel a physical transformation as my conditioned and toned muscles relax and take on a more feminine, softer, curvier shape. It’s kind of insane what it takes for me to fall in line and be the dainty southern flower my mother wants me to be. Sorry Mom. The beauty pageants just weren’t my thing.
“Yyyaaaaaeeeeeewwwww….mmmmmmmm”
That egg is getting me in just the right place. There isn’t anything I can do about it either. That fucking Britt’s gloating in my head is the only thing breaking the mood and keeping the building wave from crashing over me. But that won’t hold me back much longer. I begin to wonder how long I’ll be here taking this sensory overload. It’s barely been 10 minutes and I’m already embarrassingly overcome. My eyes are definitely welling up from the combination of my frustration, but also from anxiousness over the demons from my past that I’m on a collision course with. And I start to doubt my decision to….
My thoughts are interrupted, just in time, by the sensation of hands supporting me. I open my eyes. It’s Ally Logan. I drop part way from the post as she cuts a few of the ropes. I can see she’s speaking to me, but I can’t hear with the Britt still raging at me through my ear buds. She looks concerned. I don’t know if that’s because of problems with Max/Hank or just because I probably look so pathetic. She’s still cutting me down. My feelings are so crossed right now. I’m relieved that Ally’s here. I need her for what’s coming. But I’m also right smack in the middle of a gigantic orgasm that I desperately need to crest, even though I struggle to resist it. I know she can feel me trembling against her as she lowers me onto the field. As Ally works to remove my gag, I discreetly remove the egg. The feeling of relief is instantaneous, but the lack of satisfaction is thick as well.
Hands shaking, I struggle to remove the ear buds. Ally’s scanning the field while she’s talking. She appears to be looking out for threats, like Max/Hank, or something else. “Good Girl, Ally,” I think. Her display of situational awareness helps me get my focus back. I’m on the clock again. I lock in on Ally’s voice.
“You’re alright now Tina. I think everyone else left.” Ally was handing me a jacket.
“Thank you, Ally. I’m sorry that we had to meet like this.” I was lying, of course. This was the exact way I’d planned to meet her. Well, other than the fact I was now sexually frustrated and in a completely submissive frame of mind. Those facts aren’t ideal. But as it happens, the added vulnerability might work in my favor. Ally’s sharp enough to notice a con job. Having been in actual distress probably bought me some legitimacy.
“I’d say, ‘no problem,’ but that would be bull, wouldn’t it. It’s not exactly easy to drop everything and jump on a plane in 12 hours.” Ally was living up to her reputation for no-nonsense. “What’s going on Tina? What am I doing here?” I wanted more time to collect myself. That shouldn’t come across as unreasonable.
“I think my shorts got tossed over there.” I struggle to stand and brush the field dust from my legs. “Ah, there we are.” I take two careful steps to the edge of the small clearing we’re in and reach down to retrieve my bunched-up panties and denim shorts. “You mind if I get dressed before we talk?” Ally’s hand goes to the handle of her pistol. I’m careful to make small movements and to let Ally see what’s in my hands.
“Go on, Tina.” I smile at my rescuer. Then I bend down to step into my underwear. I’m able to glance back at Ally using the cascading lock of my blonde hair to camouflage the move and I see the ‘smirk’ of amusement that I was hoping for.
“Looks like Ally’s into me,” I think.
“And then you need to answer some questions.” Her tone was a bit softer. I pulled up my shorts next. I had to jiggle a bit to pull them over my rear.
“Ally, I’ll be glad to give you all the answers you want. Swear to God.” I turned up my Kentucky twang. It tends to disarm folks. “But let’s get inside first, K?” I motion in the direction of the house.
“I guess we’re a little exposed out here. That assassin, Hank, could still be on the perimeter.” Ally was scanning now. Less concerned about me. I was regaining my composure. The operation was getting back on schedule.
“I’m going to pick up my bag, and I’m sure you know I have a weapon in there.” I tapped my duffle bag with my toe.
“No, I’m sure you have weapon-S, with a capital “S” in there, Tina. Which I can respect.” Ally reached down and picked up my bag. “All the same, I’ll carry these for you. Just until we get better acquainted. Fair?” Like I said, Ally’s sharp.
“I shouldn’t have sprung for the first-class ticket.” I feigned a hurt look. “This way Sexy Pants.” I smiled warmly and started down a path through the crops back to the two-story farmhouse just past the field. Ally fell in behind me. We talked on the way. I gave her the background on me and the Britt. I knew Ally had done her homework on me. She’d never have gotten on that plane, otherwise. But there’s nothing public about what happened to me and Katie Blake. So, sharing that would be a sign of good faith.
After 15 minutes of walking and talking, we were finally standing in my kitchen. I plopped down on a chair around a small breakfast table. “There’s bottled water in the frig.” Ally opened the door. “Grab one for me too, k?” Ally retrieved two plastic bottles and settled into the chair across from me. We’d built a little rapport on the walk over. Ally was now mostlycomfortable with me, but she was still serious.
“Tina, I’ve come a long distance in a short time to meet a woman I’ve never spoken to, mostly because you know about Deveroux, and the boat. And I need to know how and why.”
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“There is a lot I need to catch you up on, so I’m just going to lay if out. I assume that works for you?” Ally gave a patient nod. My guess is that she was more eager than she was letting on. I know I’d be.
“First, why’d I ask you to come here? That one’s pretty simple. I found out someone put a bounty on me. A large enough one to get the attention of people like the Britt who don’t usually stick their heads up from the holes they hide in.”
“It’s really a shame that hitman Max got away. Goons like him should be taught a lesson.” Ally has a strong opinion on goons. And she’s taught more than her a share some pretty serious lessons.
“Oh. You can feel better about that, anyway. Max didn’t get away clean.” Ally made an inquisitive expression.
“Didn’t you tell me he was delivering a message?” I sat up a little straighter and smiles.
“Yes Ma’am. When he shows back up in London beaten to a pulp, I think the Britt will get the message not to come around these parts looking for trouble again.” Ally clearly liked that. She didn’t even try to hide the fact, either. I decided to capitalize on my momentum and poured a shot of bourbon into two glasses. I held one at the ready and slid the other to Ally’s side of the table. “Kentucky’s finest.” I explained with sincere pride.
“Is that so?” Ally was all smiles now. “I’ll be the judge of that.”
“It’s pretty….” Ally downed the shot with a swift tilt of her head. “Strong. It’s strong. I see you like bourbon.” Ally took the bottle and poured another glass. She also took the lead on the conversation.
“Tina, if you had a crew of good ole’ boys on standby to bushwhack….do you call it “bushwhack” in Kentucky?” I shook my head. “Whatever then. Good ole’ boys ready to jump Max, why’d you even need me? You knew when he was going to land at Bluegrass International. Why not just kick the shit out of him in the parking garage or on the way over here?” Ally likes to take charge. Noted.
“Excellent question, Sexy Pants.” Ally didn’t give a reaction. “First, he hadn’t done anything illegal yet. At least not here in Kentucky. You can’t just go kicking the shit out of foreign visitors for no specific reason. Even in the South.”
“I’m pretty sure history says otherwise.” Ally had a point.
“Well, you CAN. But it’s not polite. So, there’s that.” Ally crossed her arms, not completely satisfied.
“OK Tina, what else?” I paused long enough to take a slow sip of my drink. I held it in my mouth on my tongue without swallowing for a few moments letting it start to burn and allowing the rich and complex flavors to coat every taste bud. Then I swallowed.
“I wanted to check you out Ally Logan. We don’t buy a horse around here without looking it in the mouth.” Ally seemed to appreciate my blunt answers.
“OK. But why didn’t Max kill you? He left you hanging up in the field. And, sure, that would have gotten really uncomfortable before long. But that wasn’t going to kill you. At least not anytime soon. Max may not be a very good hitman, but why would he have traveled all this way and not at least tried to get paid?” Ally asked. I leaned back in my chair.
“That’s because the bounty on me isn’t to kill me.” I waspleased to finally see a look of confusion on Ally’s face. “The bounty was to break me.” I could almost hear the wheels turning in Ally’s head as she tried to work out what I meant. And even though it was kind of a turn on the way she took control of the conversation here in my own home, I decided to regain the initiative.
“And that’s ACTUALLY why I need help. This particular bounty, this SPECIFIC bounty, had to be meant to get someone’s attention. Someone from my past. Someone that I need help dealing with. Someone who’s wanted me broken for a long, long time. Come on downstairs to the playroom. Bring your drink. I’ll explain.”
Ally got up and followed me. “I’m bringing the bottle.” I swear to God this sexy beast has to have roots in Kentucky somewhere down the family tree.
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I made it to the bottom of the stairs and was about to invite Ally over to a seating area to the side of my “equipment,” and then I noticed she’d stopped halfway down.
“You said you had playroom, Tina.” I didn’t expect Ally to be prudish. Interesting.
“It is. I play here. It’s a playroom.” Ally still didn’t move.
“It’s a freaking dungeon, Tina.” Ally took a couple of more steps down and looked around the room. “Only, it’s clean. And there’s comfortable seating. And is that a wet bar?” Looks like Ally isn’t prudish after all.
“Sure is Sexy Pants. Right this way….”
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Ally and I had been talking for a while. Correction, I’d been talking for a while, with Ally asking occasional follow ups. She was exceedingly interested in how my self-bondage playroom came to be. And since the answer to that actually had relevance to the whole bounty situation, I thought it best to share.
I explained that, despite my Type-A lifestyle, I’m actually natural born submissive. Not just a “southern belle” curtsy and parasol submissive lady. I’m a full-blown bind and gag me, force me to my knees and lock me away in a dark place fulltime bondage slave wannabe submissive. She took that revelation more in stride than most people.
I went on to explain how I started down this path. It began when I met Mia in a BDSM chat site. She was a fulltime bondage slave to a hardcore sexual sadist Mistress named Tammy. I was totally new and just exploring things and trying to figure out why I got turned on by damsel in distress scenes in movies. So, all of the gimp suits and torture training and multi-day bondage sessions Mia told me about that were part of her “training” were an intoxicating combination of the sexually exotic and a dangerous thrill-seeking fix. Long story short, I hung on her every word as she explained this whole “underworld” I never knew existed but felt for sure that I belonged in.
Things changed completed when Mia was told by Tammy that she needed to take the next step forward in her training by acting as a Mistress for a time herself. I was over the moon when she asked me to serve as her submissive. Tammy thought it was a bad idea because Mia and I had become best friends, but lacking other options, she permitted it. This brings me to the playroom.
Everything in it was designed by me, with Mia’s input, to allow her to put me into all manner of super strict bondage, keep me there, and use a variety of remote-controlled devices to train me, and even punish me, as needed. And she trained, and punished, the submissive into me like I never dreamed. Everything was incredible, and I was seriously expecting to become Mia’s forever slave and eventually move out West and live in a little dog crate under her bed. That, or matching dog crates for Mia and I, under Tammy’s bed.
The day had finally come. Tammy was going to remote train me. The session was going to “break” me. I was going to be made totally helpless, bound so tight that not even I could get loose (I had already become an accomplished escape artist by then). She was going to then use every toy and tool I had to crash wave after wave of overwhelming sensory input into me for however long it took to plunge my mind into hyperspace. That’s what she called it, anyway. The way it was explained to me, I’d be forever changed. The experience would strip me of any and all sense of autonomy and individuality. I’d be forever accepting of my place as the property of Mistress Tammy with no rights of my own, in my body, mind or spirit.
But before the session could even begin, in a moment of panic that I’ll never understand, I used the safe word. Tammy ended the session and disappeared. No explanation. Nothing. She and Mia were both gone. And we’d never exchanged contact information, so I had no way to reach out other than to Mia’s profile. And that was almost immediately deleted. I had been excommunicated from the world I longed for right at the moment where I thought I was finally being welcomed home.
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“So, Tammy just turned off the bondage and ghosted you?” Ally had great skill in addressing the heart of a matter. I nodded as I sipped my drink. “And you haven’t talked to Mia since then?” I winced and Ally saw it. “Sorry.”
“Yeah. Mia was Tammy’s property. I assumed Tammy forbade Mia to contact me, and I didn’t have a way to contact her, or Tammy.”
“OK. But that was years ago. Why didn’t you just go get another Mistress if that’s what you wanted to do?” That was another really great question.
“I tried. I was pretty desperate to fill that void. I might even say obsessed. And I wound up getting involved with the wrong kind of people and groups.”
“Human traffickers?” I kept my eyes trained down on the table. “Like Deveroux?” Ally was putting it together and growing agitated while she did.
“I learned a lot from those sons of bitches, including the fact that I had to train myself to be able to take care of myself. It took time but I got out of that life, and I’ve been working on the right side of the line ever since.”
“You’re saying you used to be a bad guy.” Ally had if figured out.
“More like the property of the bad guys. But, yeah.”
“And now you’re a good guy?” It was about to get loud in here.
“I wouldn’t say that exactly. I kind of walk the line. Is stealing from a criminal a crime? That makes me mostly good, right?” Ally stood straight up from the table.
“That’s not fucking funny Tina!” Shit. Ally had one hand hovering around her holster. I hate getting shot.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” I kept my hands on the table in full view.
“You were on the boat. You were on Deveroux’s boat. Weren’t you?” I finally looked up at her.
“I am SO sorry.” Her gun was out of her holster and trained right on me. Center mass. Nice.
“Tell me what you were doing on that boat. And don’t you fucking move while you’re talking.”
“Ally, I was still with Deveroux back then.” Ally’s anger was filling up the air between us. “You have to understand, I’d been where you were. I was down in that hold, chained down to that same bed as you. I’d been used and tormented on that Pacific crossing so many times they all run together. I was so messed up by Mistress Tammy all I could think about was being controlled. Being dominated.”
“You weren’t chained down when they brought me on board, were you?” God Ally was a beauty.
“No. No, they’d decided they could use me for more valuable work than just being cast as the ‘victim’ of their snuff films.” Ally flinched when I mentioned that. “That’s right. They did that to me too, just like you. Usually, they cut the shot before I stopped breathing. But not every time. They had to bring me back a few times.” I stood up slowly, hands raised to shoulder height.
“Tina, no.” Ally followed me with her pistol. I thought I saw her trembling.
“They were going to kill you, Ally. You were out cold, on the deck, with 100 pounds of chains locked onto your body. They were going to toss you right off the side and be done with you. I couldn’t let them do that. I convinced them to use you for the snuff films instead. To keep you around. I knew it would be hell, but it was better than dead. I was going to help you. I was going to find a way to get you off that boat.”
“Why should I believe a word you’re saying, Tina. Jesus Christ. You were there? You were with them? How could I possibly trust you.” Luckily, I had the right answer.
“See for yourself. Press ‘PLAY.’ The video is already at the right spot.” I nodded down to the DVD player next to the large television.
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We’d watched the security tape that I’d stolen from Deveroux. Ally and I both looked so young and inexperienced compared to ourselves today. Especially Ally who was very new in her PI career at that point.
Just as I promised, the first clip showed Ally freshly subdued and wrapped in chains. The deck hands were crowded around and laughing and carrying on. Deveroux eventually made some kind of flamboyant motion with his arms and turned to walk away. The men reached down and lifted Ally up and started over to the railing. Just then I appeared on the screen grabbing Deveroux by both of his jacket lapels. He shouted toward the men, and they stopped. They sat Ally down and watched over her. A few minutes later, a gurney appeared, and she was hoisted up onto it.
The next clip showed the hallway outside of room Ally had been chained up in. I walked carefully into frame. I started to open the door but then closed it again quickly and ran off. A few seconds later, two of Deveroux’s guards walked down the hallway I had been in.
The next clip showed Alley tied up with a noose around her neck. It was the snuff film. She was slowly being choked to death. I was there, the whole time, clearly alarmed and apparently asking for them to cut the filming long before they actually do. I was the one to start mouth to mouth on Ally to bring her back.
The last clip showed two guards standing outside a set of elevator doors. They were facing the doors, alert and waiting. I ran into the frame and started shouting and pointing to them. The three of us ran down the hallway. Moments later, the elevator opened, and Ally stepped out and walked off in the other direction. As we watched the videos, Ally put her weapon away.
“So, you really did help me.” I nodded. “Why? You were one of them. Weren’t you?” I sat down beside Ally on the sofa.
“I wasn’t one of them. I was searching for what I didn’t get from Tammy. And I got the sensory input that I craved from the torture and the bondage they put me through. But it felt unfulfilling, lacking the emotional connection I thought I was supposed to be experiencing. I didn’t KNOW for sure that this wasn’t the same as submission to a Mistresses until I saw you go through what I went through. Stepping back and seeing what a hell it was for you, and how monstrous they were to you was what cleared my head. You actually saved me from staying in a nightmare that I was too mixed up to recognize.” I took Ally’s hand in mine and squeezed it.
“Why did you wait until now to come find me?” Ally finally looked comfortable with me again. And I also noticed that our breathing was becoming synchronized.
“Guilt, baby. I felt so bad about what happened to you. And I felt so stupid to have fallen in with them.” I leaned in close to Ally. “And I was still trying to figure out the cravings that I have.” Ally’s hand brushed my hair away from my eyes.
“What cravings are those?” Our eyes were locked onto each other.
“Bondage.” I moistened my lips.
“Yeah?” Ally’s fingers combed through my hair around to the back, gliding gently along my head, sending shivers down my spine.
“Yeah. Also, domination.” Ally smiled and her eyes grew large when I gasped from her hand clenching into a fist, forcing my hair into a ponytail-handle.
“And what else. What else to you crave knotty girl?” Oh! A pet name! My hands were now working on the buttons of Ally’s blowse, and warmth was forming down below.
“I crave you,” Ally pulled my head down behind me and herself on top of me. Unable to wait any longer, I ripped her blowse open, buttons popping everywhere. Her mouth crashed into mine. Our lips sealed with perfect precision. I felt her tongue wrap around mine and they both moved around as though we shared a single mouth. It was as if years of sexual tension were being released by both of us.
“My shirts aren’t cheap gorgeous,” Ally bit my lip playfully andshe reached down the front of my yoga pants. I clenched my teeth as I felt her nails scrape my thigh from knee up toward my pelvis.
“Jesus that feels so good,” I moaned to no one, my eyes fluttering rapidly.
“Then this will feel very good,” Allys fingers found my labia. She was just the right kind of firm and gentle. My lower half went rigid as she stroked me with tenderness I’d never expected.
“How do I….” My voice got caught in my throat as Ally’s thumb and index finger began rubbing my now throbbing clit.
“What was that, Tina?” Lord, she knew how to touch me.
“How…..how do I….ooooooo” Ally’s other fingers pried my lips open and were carefully dipping between my folds of flesh.
“That’s not a question silly farm girl.” My back was arching under her touch. The intimacy was worth all the years and more.
“How do I undo this?” I tugged on her belt. I recognized the brand of the tactical belt she was wearing but it wasn’t a model I’d ever used. Ally paused her exploration of my wetness. I twisted and tugged, and the belt came undone. “Oh, look at that. I got it on my own.”
“Good girl Tina. But now what will you…..” I had all the leverage. Not tactically sound Ally. You should maintain your guard, EVEN when you’re about to fuck someone. I hooked my right foot around Ally’s left foot. At the same time, I wrapped my right arm around Ally’s left bicep and pulled in, causing her arm, which she had been using to hold herself up, to buckle at the elbow, bringing her down onto me. I also bridged up with my hips. Thanks to me having collapsed Ally’s left leg and left arm into me, we rolled off the sofa and onto the tumbling mat on the ground, with me on top.
“Now I’m taking these off of you, Sexy Pants. And then things are going to get interesting…”
TO BE CONTINUED……