Hey there readers! Y’All are so freaking awesome. I love you guys! XOXOX.
I’m just setting here finishing the next chapter of Stories That Bind, Book 2. I think it’s Chapter 4….maybe?
Anyway, I’ve been stuck for a bit on other stuff and also just figuring out how best to move the story into the existing stuff from the Tinas Fight Back stories. And then low and behold, my girl Ally Logan sent me a half a chapter! Fuck yes! Thank you Sexy Pants!
So, I’m going to give a quick out of character recap of where we are. Then you’ll get a huge bonus of reading Ally’s point of view. And lastly, I’m going to jump in and narrate the last 15 minutes of the chapter with two BIG reveals! These are BOMBS dropping. Trust me. 😊
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(To Recap)
I found out the hard way someone put a huge bounty on my head. As Y’All know, I get into a lot of questionable activities with some shady people. Sometimes I’m with ‘em, sometimes I’m against ‘em, and sometimes it’s just hard to tell where I stand…
Anyway, just before I got a visit from a hit man sent by my old enemy “The Brit” (He’s the villain from the Stories that Bind, Book 1 by @KatieBlake and I), I took the very smart move of contacting the heroic lady PI, Ally Logan. I got her attention by mentioning the fact that I was on the boat owned by the bastard, Deveroux, who kidnapped and tormented her for days in one of her very first adventures as a Private Investigator.
Ally couldn’t resist the juicy info and came to Kentucky. She arrived JUST in time to save me from a mind enslaving eternal bondage orgasm the Britt’s lacky had me forced to endure. After she saved me, let’s just say the sparks flew between us. My excuse was I was totally primed from the bondage and the fucking vibrator stuck up my vagina. I don’t know what Ally’s excuse was. Maybe she’s just a freak. LOL!
Just kidding sexy pants!!
OK, so during the moments when we weren’t crawling up inside each other’s bodies and exploring new ways to feel amazing with each other, we also talked. I’d mentioned my start as a real life bondage slut, and how I started my journey with my best friend/writing buddy turned mistress, Mia. Mia was a 24/7 live-in slave with Mistress Tammy. Tammy is a scary-ass sexual sadist. You DON’T fuck around with Tammy.
So, since I belonged to Mia, and Mia belonged to Tammy, that meant I also belonged to Tammy. The long term plan was that Mia was going to train me as a slave because every good slave has to spend some time acting as a Mistress for a while to make themselves more effective submissives. Hello guinea pig, Tina. But if things went well, once Mia was done training me and went back to ONLY being Tammy’s slave, then I’d go join them and we’d be one little happy kinky family.
One problem. Right when this was about to come to fruition, in the middle of a super intense training session where Tammy said she was going to “break me,” I freaked out and used my safe word. Just like that, Tammy turned off my bondage and disappeared. I never heard from her or Mia again.
That was years ago, and I’ve been trying to figure out how an alpha personality professional bad ass like myself is supposed to coexist with the partially trained natural-born submissive bondage slut that coexist together in that 11-pound sphere sitting on my shoulders. Let me tell you, it’s confusing as fuck and gives me the worst migraines.
Now, back to my farm. Ally and I have been fucking a lot! And it’s been life-altering. At least for me. 100%. We’ve been taking turns using my bondage toys on each other, too! I could tell Ally was bondage-curious, even though she wasn’t totally into it. Not at first. But definitely now. Regardless, while we were playing, I eventually had to tell her the truth about how I was on Deveroux’s boat. And the truth wasn’t great. The truth actually got Ally to draw down on me for a second. I was one do the bad guys. EEK!
But luckily for everyone in my playroom (mostly me), I had video proof from the boat’s security cameras that I not only didn’t have anything to do with Ally getting caught, but I also actually helped keep her alive and even helped her escape.
All was forgiven and we were lovers again.
One more item to recap for Y’All. I also explained about the bounty. I didn’t know who put the bounty on me, but I did know that it wasn’t to “off” me. It was to “break” me. Break me the way Tammy didn’t get to. So, if you connect the dots, that MIGHT just give you a clue as to who is writing that big bounty check.
And lastly, there is the problem named @LizzyTzee . Lizzy is a freakish ninja assassin type person. Me and Ally watched video of her kicking the crap out of whole groups of goons like it was nothing. In fairness, I’ve taken out a few groups of goons before too, but when I did it I shot them. Lizzy doesn’t use a gun. Lizzy just uses near superhuman speed and freakish strength that a 5’1”, 101-pound human shouldn’t come close to possessing. I’ve already run into Lizzy twice and both times I was out cold before I knew Lizzy was even there.
OK, Y’All. That’s the recap. Ready to Ally’s thoughts on it all? Ready or not…
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(By @AllyLogan Ally Logan, and in the thoughts of Ally Logan)
I was pondering the Lizzy problem. Every fighter had a weakness, but in her, I didn't see one and that bothered me. A lot. And Tina said Lizzy was coming, but not in the fun way. The only thing I could come up with is stay at distance and put a round in a kneecap.
Or I could go full redhead and put a round or four in the gut and listen to the screams as of someone bleeding out with their insides on the outside. I didn't like that Tina was nervous as well. Maybe we were feeding off each other like when we made love.
I'll be honest, the last time I connected with someone so deeply was Cosima Spiridakos ://www.deviantart.com/allylogan/art/Ally-Logan-Return-to-Captivity-Part-1-832911678 (Shameless Plug)
I had loved Cosima more than I had loved anyone before. But my job scared her off forever. I still thought about her and missed more than I should. I had resigned myself to being alone to real intimacy, maybe picking someone up at a bar to screw our brains out for a night and never see each other again.
But Tina got me thinking about things I shouldn't think about. I cared about her more than I should. Sure, she saved my life, but she still worked for Deveraux, albeit as a forced employee. I didn't like that. I didn't like that a lot.
But God, how she made me feel! So alive and special in ways that should scare me but doesn't.
I had to admit, her bondage toys were next to no one's. She was as pure a Submissive than anyone I ever met. After a mad love session, if I called her good girl, she would smile all the way to her soul. She would be more beautiful at that moment than I could handle.
Not that she wasn't beautiful all the time. She's stunning in every way and could drive me mad in every way as well. I wasn't used to knowing anyone who could press my "Let's Go!" button.
Tina loved to press that button to turn me into a raging redhead full of passion and erotic need. When she kissed just below my ear with my hair pulled, she made me do things that I didn't know I could.
The power exchange games were, at first, disconcerting. I was very reluctant to let her tie me up. Even worse, she was really good at it and laying naked and helpless with her eyes glinting in a way that said 'You know what would be fun?'
It took a while till I trusted her. I never knew there were how-to bondage videos. But she clearly did and watched them with me, lying her head on my lap while I played with her long, soft tresses.
Tina didn't need to learn anything. I found her self-bondage toys incredible and brilliant. The use of the airbags was such a simple yet elegant idea. Outwardly, I was cool at seeing them. But inside, I was gobsmacked at her ingenuity and willingness to take such risks in her tests, as she called them.
I don't know what it says about me, but she looks incredible in bondage.
And Lizzie was on her way. I wanted to focus on her, but Tina showed me that "Gift" of the Sheik of Algebra, I had to admit it looked intense. And when she said "Turn around" I had a moment of doubt even as I obeyed, bringing my arms together till my elbows touched.
"You're going to have to tell me why he had you in this for a week." I said, taking a deep breath and waiting for my mad lover to do her thing with me. Inside, I felt a thrill make my insides quiver.
(Thank you Ally. My turn now. I hope you’ll forgive me.)
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I dimmed the lights low. I can tolerate telling lies in the shadows much better than in the light. Ally spun around, fully trusting me. Fuck. OK, Tina. Get on with it.
“Clasp your hands together, interlace your fingers.” While Ally complied, I quickly slid her button-down shirt over her shoulders and down her arms to the ground. I didn’t want to ruin another of her shirts. She joked about the last one, but I know she wasn’t playing.
“You forgot the bra, Tina.” Ally spoke the words with an almost disappointed air. I totally understood where that was coming from. Our bodies feel perfect when they’re skin on skin.
“Shhhh. You’re in my favorite black bra and stockings. I totally distracted the Sheik in this set.” I was whispering the words without smiling. I began sliding the soft leather armbinder up over her hands. “I used all of the tricks I know when he laced me up in this amazing contraption. Flared my elbows. Flexed my forearms. Rotates my knuckles up and out. I created all of the hidden slack that I could.” I slipped the straps of the still loose binder up over Ally’s bare shoulders. “The way I showed you.”
“Yeah.” Ally responded, clearly too caught up in what I was doing to catch the inference I was making.
“And what you SHOULD be doing right now.” I dopped one hand from her should and pinched her breast just to the side of her hard, hard nipple. Ally gave a startled yelp. I love how she lets herself be vulnerable for me.
“I am, I am!” She tensed up perfectly. I allowed my fingers to glide over her smooth muscles as I lift the binder up into place and began pulling slack out of the laces, starting at the wrists and working up to her elbows. I worked quickly, nearly getting her elbows to touch. Then I went back down to the bottom and pulled out even more slack. This time when I reached her elbows, the binder pulled them together.
“Good, Sexy Pants, because you’re getting yourself out of this. No help from me, this time.”
“You know I like a challenge knotty girl.” She forced me to smile in spite of circumstances. This girl is fucking perfect.
“Quiet. I’m working here.” I managed to hide the frog in my throat by reaching around and grabbing a firm hold on tender mound. “Let’s get you wet, Hun.”
Ally moaned over my raspy words.
I continued. Straps buckled around Ally’s already encased wrists and elbows. “Don’t forget your tension Bitch,” I reminded playfully, “Or you’ll never get free.” What came next surprised her. I wrapped a wide leather collar around her throat and buckled it snuggly.
“Oh, this is new.” Ally sounded excited. But either my lack of a response or something in the way I touched her betrayed my tension. “Tina, is everything…”
“I need you to kneel down now.” I secured a soft leather belt around her legs above her knees as she slid down onto the deflated mat she was standing on. “Lay down onto your side.” I supported her shoulders and lowered her gently. Then I buckled another length of luxurious leather around her ankles. Ally’s feet were so pretty in their black nylons, framed in leather bondage. Ally was testing the restraints. “Good girl, Ally,” I thought. The words ‘good girl,’ send a thrill down my spine.
(Image by @ALLCAPS1 )
“I don’t know, Tina. This armbinder is TIGHT. You were really able to get out of it?” I gathered up a few measured lengths of rope.
“Yes, just barely. Let’s package you up, now.” Responding to the nonverbal commands communicated by my touch, Ally bent her legs at the knees for me to tie to the shoulder strap and the waist strap of the armbinder. She looked unsure in her hogtie. The ‘damsel’ factor was turned up way higher than I’ve taken it with her before.
“Um, this might be a bad time to ask this.” I loosened the tether between her wrists and ankles. I needed them two feet apart. “What actually IS the plan to deal with Lizzy?” Satisfied that I had her positioned correctly and all tethers were run through the pulleys and anchor points correctly, I turned the air compressor on. The motor hummed loudly. The springy mat inflated up and out beneath my beautiful hostage. As the mat inflated, tethers tied to the handles of the mat were stretched and the slack was pulled out.
“I need to help you back to your knees again, Baby.” Both me and the shortening ropes rolled Ally up from her side onto her knees. Her bound arms were pulled up behind her in a strapedobut here held out parallel to the floor thanks to the hogtie tether. Other tethers on her ankles, waist belt and collar forced her to maintain a slightly bowed kneeling position. “Can you wiggle much?”
Ally gave me a half-hearted struggle.
“No, I can’t move an inch. Can we talk now?” I looked down at the text message that arrived on my phone.
“You’ll be able to get out once the tethers are released. Get out your side and lean your head back. Then roll your shoulders back. With the slack you gave yourself, you’ll be able to slip the arm binder off.” I put the phone down. I was obviously not ‘playful’ Tina in the moment. Ally began to struggle in earnest.
“Tina, what’s going on? We need to…mmmphhhhff!!!”
Ally was surprised by the rubber ball suddenly filling up her mouth. Her eyes stared confusion and then anger deep into me. I tried to avoid looking directly into them the way you avoid looking at the sun as I buckled the straps securing her head into the harness.
“I do have a plan, Ally. And this is part of it.” Yeah, a stupid ass plan, I thought. “Lizzy is outside. I just got a text message.” Ally couldn’t believe it. But I wasn’t done. “When I brought you here, the plan was we’d fight together. But we watched the film on this one. We would lose.” Ally shook her head and tried to shout at me through the gag. “You’d get killed and I’d get taken. Beaten half to death, first, and THEN taken. And that’s just stupid. So, I agreed to just….go.”
“MMmmphhfffff! Mdmmffffgggg! Mmrrrrrrggggphhhhh!!!” She bucked and rolled but she wouldn’t escape from my rigging. Not for two hours when the timer let her down.
“You wouldn’t agree to that idea, of course. So, I had to do this. I’m sorry. Except, you look so amazing right now.” I sucked back a sniffle and fought down a tear. I think Ally did too, but red heads are such emotional things, it’s to be expected.
“Hey. Remember. This bounty isn’t to kill me. It’s to break me. You know who Lizzy must be hired by. Tammy. I don’t know where Tammy is. But I’m not the investigator that you are.” I knelt down so I was eye to eye with my furious lover. “They don’t know about you at all. After I’m gone, you find out where Tammy is. And then come and get me. They’ll never see you coming. That’s how we stop this thing.”
“MMMnoooo. MMffphhff. Nmmmnn.” Ally was resigned now to her helplessness. Always the practical one. She was now conserving her energy for her struggle to get free which would start in two hours.
“Also, I promised you information about Deveraux. I guess I’d better give it to you, just in case things go a little sideways with my brilliant plan. I need to keep my promise after all. Here’s the first part. And you probably already figured this out. The man that got arrested from the boat. The one who did “everything” to you. The one whose been in jail all this time. That’s not Deveraux. At least he’s not THE Deveraux. Not the one who was calling the shots on the boat or in the human trafficking ring you were investigating.”
Ally was still. She wasn’t shocked by that part. She was bracing. She could tell I had more.
“And here’s the bigger thing. And I’m so sorry.” I wiped away a tear and looked away. I couldn’t look at her and say the rest. “When you come looking for Tammy, her full name is Tammy Deveraux. That was her brother on the boat. And I was there as her surrogate. I was in charge.”
Ally was shaking. Fuck, of course she’s shaking. She’s doing the math right now. It’s the math I’ve done in my head a million times since we fell for each other here in my home.
“I stayed with her, with Mistress Tammy…Deveraux, for years. I was her willing slave in training. She used me to keep her people from being caught, but I can’t lie anymore to you. I loved doing it. I got to me my natural submissive self and still be powerful and feared. I was intoxicated by the life. And I never once thought about leaving her.”
I finally looked back at Ally to find her eyes burning angry lasers through me. What else could I expect after what I’d done.
“I’m going now. You’ll be able to get loose in a few hours. And then I imagine you’ll come from Tammy. Yes, just what I needed from you. Yes, just as I manipulated you to do. But Ally, Jesus Christ, please believe me Ally, I had no idea we’d fall like this. I never expected us to come together like we did. I’d have never put myself on this path had I known. And I can’t get off it now. I have to see it through. I know you’ll come for Tammy, and I pray you take her down. But I mostly pray that you’ll forgive me. Oh God, Baby, please forgive me. Come and get me before I break, and I swear to God, I’ll make it up to you. Please. Please just believe me, Ally.”
Ally looked down at the floor. The air compressor continued to hum, keeping the mat firm and the tethers taught. She was a picture of power and helplessness at the same time. A beautiful contrast. I loved her so much. And I think I may have destroyed her.
I knelt there in front of her hoping she’d lookup once before I marched away to meet my fate. I waited as long as I could. Eventually I stood and went upstairs. I know I’ll see Ally again. Eventually. I don’t know exactly who I’ll be at that point. And I definitely don’t know what she’ll do. Whatever she decides, I’ll deserve it.
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“I thought for sure I’d have to come in a drag your ass out of the house, Tina. Good for you, not making me.” Lizzy stood in front of the car. “You packed light,” Lizzy said indicating the small duffle bag I had slung over my shoulder. “That’s good. You won’t be wearing clothes after we get where we’re going, anyway.”
I got into the car, and we drove to the train station.
THIS PART OF THE STORY CONTINUES IN “TINA FIGHTS BACK.”
ALLY’s SEARCH FOR TAMMY CONTINUES (if she’s still willing to save me) ON HER PAGE.
IF I GET RESCUED (which is still a big “if”), THE STORY WILL CONCLUDE RIGHT HERE IN “THE STORIES THAT BIND, BOOK 3”