Protecting Heather

This is a work of fantasy and fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under legal age in real life.

Heather awoke some time later. As before, she experienced some disorientation as she rediscovered her inability to move her feet or head. She also discovered that her wrists had been re-cuffed together as she slept, a slim chain extending to the headboard which restrained her stretched out hands high over her head.

She felt stifling heat from the blanket and the robe which she still wore, so with some effort she tried to shift and shuffle her body until she managed to throw off some of the covers and partially open the robe. That brought a small gust of cooler air.  

With her knees and elbows, she shuffled off more of the blanket and threw her robe wide open, releasing the oppressive heat as she rolled over onto her back. Relief washed over her.  She lay there for a few minutes, wondering why he kept tying her up.

At just that moment, the Mask returned, bringing in a tray. Heather’s eyes grew huge, realizing that having thrown off her blanket and robe, she lay there completely naked and exposed. She twisted and pulled at her hands and feet, but realized belatedly that it was impossible to rearrange the robe around her.

Oliver placed down the tray, then turning he spied Heather’s predicament. A big amused grin spread across his face, watching her turn fiercely red with embarrassment. He noted her nakedness with great interest.

“Good Morning!  This… is totally unexpected. And you’re blushing such lovely shades of red and pink, baby. Now, now, like I said before, this is something you’re going to have to just get used to. In fact, I was going to discuss just this situation, and here I find you’re already way ahead of me.”  He took the ends of the blanket and with a quick tug, pulled it clear of the bed and folded it up. Then he neatened out her robe as she lay on it so that the only body part it covered were her arms.

“There, that’s more like it.” He smiled at her.

Heather looked away from him, too ashamed of her self-made predicament. She shifted her legs and what she could of her arms to try and shield herself, but of course she remained open to his eyes.

He walked slowly around the bed to the far side. Getting up onto the bed with her, he laid out alongside her trapped and exposed body. His proximity to her prone and naked self set off all of her alarm bells.

“I was wondering when you’d be getting up,” He said. “So…  there you are. Looking quite lovely this morning. I know, you’re shy. That’s alright. I know that you enjoyed a certain aspect of your bath yesterday. You remember?”

Oh, my God… how did he know that I felt something?   The memory of the earlier encounter in the bath, combined with the feeling of her presently tight bondage, sent tremors of fear and…something else, through her. His eyes took her in with a look of wonder, and everywhere he looked at her she began to feel hot. Then he met her eyes, and in the depths of his gaze it felt like he asked for her permission. She averted her eyes, not wanting to give herself away, and instead looked at her nipples. To her horror, she felt a tightening sensation across her breasts as the cooler air met her rapidly firming pink nipples. The more she tried to stop her reaction, the stronger it became, and unbidden she remembered the luffa, and an echo of the electric sensation traveled again from her nipples to someplace deeper inside. She groaned at her body’s betrayal.

“Ah, yes… I see you do. And look at that, you actually can achieve a deeper shade of blush. If I may…” Before Heather could register what was happening, he casually reached out and began to run his fingers lightly across the areola of her right breast, nearest him. Her sharp intake of breath, accompanied by the tinkle of the chains at both her hands and feet, betrayed her body’s reaction at once.

“I want to show you how a woman’s body, like yours, has an incredible capacity for pure pleasure. Please don’t say anything, but just watch. Watch…    As I circle with my finger lightly, see how the nipple hardens, standing out proudly. Yes, just like that. Look at it grow, just a little bit more. And the skin all around hardens, raising up gooseflesh, and becoming very, very sensitive. ”

She seemed to be captivated by his actions.  To her surprise, as he pointed out each of her body’s reaction, she felt them even stronger. Before she realized what she was doing, she was looking in his eyes. There was something deep in his eyes that she hadn’t expected to see there. Was it gentle affection? The depth of his gaze drew her in.

“Now allow your eyes to close, a little bit at a time, as you turn your attention and focus on the sensations. Let your eyes get heavier as you focus inward. I know you’re curious about how it works.”

He waited for his words to affect her, knowing that her subconscious would respond as she sought to mentally escape the physical bonds he had applied to her. He knew a little of how the mind worked, and hoped it would make things easier for her.  Soon, she blinked, then blinked slower. Finally her eyes began to flutter, as he knew the suggestion he had made began to take shape in her mind. He took his fingers and gently took her nipple, then expanded his finger tips in a circle.  Now back to the center, and she closed her eyes tightly. A little moan escaped her lips.

“Good girl. That’s it. Focus on the feeling. Feel it in your voice if you need to, baby.”  He took the nipple he was working over and gripped it gently, and tugged it slowly upward. Her hands formed tight fists, and she moaned out. “Ahhhhhhhhhh……..mmmmmmmmmmm”.

“Now, tell me, do you feel it only there around the nipple, or do you feel it elsewhere?”

She scrunched up her eyebrows as she considered.  And… yes, she did feel it somewhere else.  “Uhhhh….. mmmmmm…   It’s connected. It’s traveling…. Down. It feels tight in my stomach.”

“Let’s give some attention to the other nipple, sitting there waiting patiently.”  He shifted on the bed, freeing both hands so that he could continue with the nearest breast, as his other hand begin teasingly at the base of her left breast.

“I’m going to move very slowly around, circling in closer, and closer. Let me know when it starts to feel good to you.”

“OH…  Oh, it feels… it feels good already.” She looked up at her imprisoned hands, then back down as all ten of his fingers were circling, tickling, swooping closer. The feeling in her stomach got tighter and tighter. “Ahhhhhhh… oh, it’s getting stronger now. “

“Good, very good. Everything is working just right. The nerves here...” he circled her left breast, tantalizingly, then slowly down towards her belly button “... are connected to nerves and muscles here. Now, “ as he circled her belly button, making her giggle in spite of herself.  He tickled a bit lower as she bit her lip and rattled her chains. “From here, there are more connections, they go down further. Down directly to your special place. If you look, you can see that the skin between your legs there is getting redder, and getting a little puffy.”  

He let his hand drift lower, now at the apex of her bikini line, and a little lower yet. “Can you see yourself, can you feel it?”

She craned her head, looking down. “Yessssss…. Oh….!” And sure enough, as she watched, the skin of her pussy lips had become blotchy and red. Where her sex had earlier been flat, it now was raised in twin bumps on either side, and her outer lips were parted ever so slightly. It felt warm there. Her embarrassment at how he evoked this response so surely merely seemed to feed back into the now swirling circle of mounting pressure between her breasts, her groin, and her stomach. She even felt some wetness beginning to form down below where he legs met. Suddenly she started to panic.

He noted her sudden fear.  “I’m not going to touch you inside your special place. You’re not ready for that yet. Ok?  Someday we’ll do more when you’re ready. Look at me now. Say it to me. ” He returned his hand to the base of the left breast, starting in again from the outside and circling slowly inward.

She looked into his eyes, and nodded. “Y-Y-You won’t touch me inside. You’ll know when I’m ready for… more.”  Unbidden, his open ended word ‘More’ became a thought picture of him touching her down there, stroking her swollen lips, inserting a finger into her warm hole, and incredibly she wanted him to do it. The feeling made her press her legs together, and that felt good too. Then he twisted her nipple slightly.

“MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmm!!” She started panting as she felt her pulse beginning to race faster. What is happening to me? Everything feels like it’s moving too fast!  OH.. my GOD!   He’s teasing me, twisting me… touching me… everything is getting tighter and tighter.

“Unnnnnggghhh!”

Finally he finished his circling in to her left areola, and now with both hands he rhythmically began to slowly expand and contract the points of his fingers around both areola, centered on the nipples. When the fingers met at her nipples, he gave her a little pinch and pull, and repeated the process.

Trace, pinch, pull. “Uhhmmmmmm,” she cried out.

Then around again. “Ohhhhhhh!!! “

“Louder baby. It needs your voice. No-one will hear, I promise. Give it your voice.”

He picked up speed, her mind beginning to lose focus. “OHHHHHHH!! OHhhhhhh Yessss. OH  Y….Yy….YEEESSSS!”

TracePinchPull, TracePinchPull, TracePinchPullTracePinchPullTracePinchPull….. Faster and faster he went. He saw that she started flexing her hips, alternately thrusting her chest into his hands, matching his rhythm.

“OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD….”  she cried.

He kept up this quick pace for five seconds…  ten seconds…. twenty……

For Heather, coherent thoughts became impossible. She was caught between trying to hold back this unexpected massive tidal wave, and wanting it more than she’d wanted anything in her life. Her subconscious and automatic body responses kicked in, moving faster than thought.

He changed his light tracing and pinching for grasping, kneading, rolling, mauling her breasts and nipples as rapidly as he could.

Heather’s eyes rolled back into her head. She was losing all control. Can’t… Can’t… oh God… Can’t stop it!  OH... it’s coming. Something’s coming… and as her body registered his more insistent kneading and tugging… Oh NO… NOO!!

“OOOHHHHH!    sssSSSSs… Stop!  OHHHH!!! OHHHHHHHH!!!!”

For another minute he drove her on as she grunted, struggling to move her secured limbs like a trapped animal.

He knew that she could not hold back much longer. He suddenly took one hand from her breasts, tracing down her flanks, over her hips, and across her pussy where he pressed his thumb deep and hard up against her engorged clitoris. With quick rhythm he stroked around and around her unprotected clit.

Electric currents became sparks that caught fire everywhere.

“YEEESSSS, OH GOD…. UNNNNNNGgggggggghhhhhh!!!!”  Her body went rigid as she came, thoughts shattered, as her hands and feet tugged at their restraints, chains clinking merrily.

The feeling of her helplessly bound limbs fed back on the quickly expanding wildfire and it turned into a tidal wave of sensation that washed over her, spreading from her pussy quickly out across her entire body, as the coiled up spring of sexual tension tore loose with white hot intensity. She felt something warm and golden unfurl from deep inside her groin. Warm wetness gushed from her sex and across the junction of her legs as tremors shook her bound limbs. Then like a thunderclap the feeling rolled over her one more time and was gone.

With a gasp, she collapsed. Devoid of thought, unable to move, she drifted in a world of glowing heat that radiated from her skin.

When her awareness crept slowly back from where it had gone to, she could feel Mask embracing her,cradling her, while his free hand was gently stroking her face and neck, her now throbbing and sensitive breasts, her stomach, and back up again. She could feel her pulse pounding at the apex of her legs, hammering out a beat that echoed from her clit out through her body, and the skin cooling there from the wetness that had exploded from her.

He lay quietly beside the poor, wrung out girl, watching the muscles in her legs and arms twitch randomly, her eyes still closed tightly. As her breathing returned to normal, her eyes fluttered lazily open. She looked around, appearing mystified at first at where she found herself, and then suddenly her eyes fell on him, and she immediately averted her gaze in extremes of embarrassment. She tried to curl herself up, away from him, but once more was brought up short by the tight bonds. A sob escaped her as she tugged futilely at the cuffs and rolled a little away from him.

She’ll get used to it, in time… he thought.

“How do you feel?” he asked

There was a long pause before she answered simply “Ok. I guess.”

She shuffled her legs a bit, looking down with a little concern.

“Um…. Don’t be mad at me, but… I think…  I think I may have peed… a little. I couldn’t stop it! Really, it just happened!” she said and then bit her lip, a hint of fear in her eyes as she looked back at him. Will he punish me for peeing?

He ran his hands down, between her legs, and she squirmed and made an indignant squeal. Then he rubbed his forefinger and thumb together.

With a smile, he told her “There’s nothing to be worried about. It’s not pee. When a woman gets excited, she gets wet down there. Sometimes you can make a lot of it. That’s all it is. Sometimes when a woman comes, that can happen.”

That was incredible...  She wondered to herself. I thought I’d had an orgasm before, on those nights when I touched myself, helped myself drift off to sleep.  But  this… this is… wow.

Using the corner of the bathrobe he wiped away the wetness that remained. As he rubbed up against her, she felt the pleasant sensitivity of her skin against the robe.

He noticed that her eyes had half closed, and she held her breath as his fingers hovered at her entrance. She looked back up at him, expectantly, and also fearfully, as her self-awareness reasserted itself. He slowly withdrew his hand.

“I’ve got an itch on my cheek…” she gave him a pensive look, and pulled down with her hands to remind him, in case he’d forgotten, that she was still restrained.

“Sure, baby.”  He reached over and scratched her cheek.  She looked at him in frustration.

“Can I, um… have my hands back now?” she asked sheepishly.  

“I think we can manage that.  After a performance like that, I’ll gladly give you back your hands.”  He grinned at her mischievously.  

Retrieving his keys he unchained her, freeing her hands and feet from the cuffs. She scratched her face, then pulled her robe back around her again. She stretched a bit, but otherwise lay there unmoving and staring at the ceiling, avoiding his gaze.

“Come join me for breakfast?” he asked, searching her eyes. She glanced at him furtively, then returned to staring at the ceiling.

“Is it really breakfast time? I don’t know what the time is.” She said, and she realized that she’d lost all track of time. Have I been here only a day, or is it two? I think it has to be two. Doesn’t it?  Two. She decided as if coming to some important decision. It has to be two days. Because I can’t have been kidnapped, tied up, and… had THAT happen… all in one day.

“You slept right through. Probably needed it.”

“Oh.” She said simply. “When I’m able to move again, I think I’ll be up for some breakfast.” She said smiling wanly at the ceiling.

“Ok”. He kissed her on the forehead, deciding to leave it be for the moment, and went over to the table where he resumed reading today’s paper.