2017 by Donna Russet
one of her longest and most intricate and highly rated stories, this
author travels into the world of the Pony Girl, her training, and
public exhibiting at various shows. It begins when a sub woman is
brutally raped and is finally helped by a kind Dom. It is through him
she meets Monica, the Pony Girl Racing champion. Then the reader is
taken into the national cart racing world of these women that are
treated like and see themselves as a pony or a pet for their Master
or Mistress. Some are subs and some are slaves, all have committed
themselves to a Dominate or owner. Monica is a brilliant well
educated woman with a PhD and a very well-paying job in engineering.
In addition, three years ago she qualified for a position on the U.S.
Olympic Track and Field Team as a very fast cross country runner. Yet
when away from this high stress world of straight business, she
becomes what she truly wants, that is a submissive and to be a Pony
Girl. Her physical abilities place her in the top of all the Pony
Girls that race, pulling a small cart with her Master or Mistress in
the small carriage. These races are held nationally and the winners
are highly honored as are their owners, masters or Mistresses. It is
following the national “Breeders Cup” race the rapist
returns and attempts to destroy his past sub and her new Dom. The
violent and complicated ending is one not to be forgotten.
NOTE: The story is for ADULTS ONLY. This story contains submission,
domination, bondage, adultery, lesbian and oral sex. Women that enjoy
becoming Pony Girls are the heart of this multifaceted story. If this
is not of interest to you, do not read.
All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen. There are
NO children involved. The material in the eBook contains highly
sexually and very explicit content and is intended for a mature
audience only. This eBook is licensed for your personal pleasure
only. This eBook may not be resold, copied or given away. Thank you
for being ethical and for respecting the hard work of this author.
This book, although having erotic scenes and evolves around the world
of the Pony Girl, is a true adventure novel to be enjoyed by many
readers. I have reviewed and made several suggestions which the
talented author has now created an exciting novel which will soon be
on the best seller list. It is certainly one of her best and highly
recommended to readers of adventure stories as well as erotica.
ONE: Barbara Sue betrayed.
12th 2001: Barbara Sue pulled on the ropes binding her to the bed
reveling in the erotic bondage as Gary laid between her legs and
slowly slid his hard erection in and out of her warm and loving body.
She was fairly comfortable spread eagle on her back, a king size down
pillow under her ass, raising her pelvis to her boyfriend. Soft
cotton ropes securely bound her hands and ankles to the four corners
of the old hard rock maple bed. This was the way Barbara Sue had
hoped to spend her birthday, a perfect way to turn eighteen, now
becoming an adult. Barbara Sue had been singing “Happy Birthday
to Me” in her mind as Gary tied her up. Gary was known as the
town bad boy; a leather jacket-wearing misfit who Barbara Sue's
mother said was a Rebel without a clue.
Barbara Sue was
his girlfriend, and loved the way he tied her, spanked her, and
honestly, loved the way he gave her multiple orgasms as he made love
to her. She liked it rough, and he would use her roughly. She was
never turned on by the gentle love making seen in the movies. She
wanted to be taken, controlled and conquered.
Barbara Sue felt
her third climax approaching, and decided to go with the extremely
nasty feeling she was enjoying. She grinned wickedly as she said a
phrase she had never used before. "Fuck me Gary."
was lying above her, his dark hair hanging down, the seashell
necklace around his neck, the five o-clock shadow the product of not
shaving today. His eyes were closed and he smiled saying "Yeah
Cathy, take that cock."
Barbara Sue's orgasm
receded like the tide pulling out. A chill ran through her, Cathy was
her best friend, had he really just called her Cathy? "What?"
Barbara Sue hoped she had not heard it right.
opened his eyes, and the surprise on his face was evident, and it was
followed immediately by the guilty expression that told Barbara Sue
much more than any words ever would. He stopped thrusting into her
his mouth hanging open slightly. Guilt was written all over his
"No, you did not say that..." Barbara Sue said
quietly, her world shattering around her. This could not have
happened, not today, not on her birthday, betrayed by her boyfriend
and her best friend. "Let me up, untie me right now you Son of a
Bitch." Barbara Sue said tears in her eyes. Her voice was thin,
brittle, reflecting her agony.
Gary started to pull back, and
"Get off of me you bastard and let
me loose." Barbara Sue said with more force, tears running down
from the corners of her eyes.
Gary was not about to quit now.
He stared into her eyes, and began to thrust into her tightly bound
body again. "Damn right, I fucked her this afternoon; I did not
even clean my cock before fucking you bitch."
Sue stared at him horrified. "Gary, stop. Stop right now. NO
Gary, NO." She said trying to scream, pulling on the ropes with
all her might. This game was over for her and she wanted to hit
him and run far, far away!
Gary fucked her with everything he
had. He pounded into her, Barbara Sue had tears running down her
cheeks as she twisted her wrists, trying to get free, trying to get
loose. He was after his orgasm, regardless of whether she got
off or not.
Gary grunted as he began his own orgasm, and
Barbara Sue felt him swell within her now dry womb, and then felt him
shoot his seed into her. Barbara Sue was crying openly now, wailing
"No" as he finished in her.
Gary stood up,
laughing as he said, "I was planning on breaking up with you
tomorrow, but somehow, this is so much better." He untied her
right wrist and said, "Get out of my house bitch."
Sue turned and untied her left wrist, and then sitting up freed her
ankles as Gary left the room. Barbara Sue sat on the bed for a moment
crying loudly, tears flowing down her face. She went into the
bathroom and tried to wash him out of her pussy. Dressing quickly,
she wanted only to get away, not knowing where to go, not thinking
yet. Just knowing that she had to get away from him, the bastard that
was screwing her best friend.
Barbara Sue had her underwear on
and her pants; she put her t-shirt on and jammed her bra into her
purse. She grabbed both of her shoes, desperate to get out. She
glanced around making sure she did not leave anything behind, not
willing to leave him anything. She saw his prize desktop stereo, and
her pain, rage, and humiliation exploded. Barbara Sue grabbed the
oversized boom box and threw it out the window. It burst through the
glass window falling three stories to the parking lot of Gary's
apartment building below.
Gary shouted from the front of
the apartment "What the Fuck?" and came bursting in as
Barbara Sue turned to run out of the room. Gary grabbed her, looked
at the window, and cursing held her with his left hand and punched
Barbara Sue in the face with his right. Barbara Sue fell under the
blow, felt her lip tear, and tasted blood in her mouth. Although
she loved rough sex, never had she been hit so hard by any
Gary walked to the window stopping as he cut his foot
on the glass from the broken window on the floor. Barbara Sue took
the chance, and ran from the apartment, taking the stairs two and
three at a time. Gary shouted at her from his window. Barbara Sue did
not take time to look up, her face hurt and blood was dripping off
her chin, but her heart hurt much worse.
Barbara Sue got
into her red Honda Civic and starting the car drove from the lot, she
was on automatic pilot, not knowing where she was going, barely able
to see through the tears. Her hands shook, her mouth was bleeding
from the torn lip. Barbara Sue saw her own house, and barely stopped
her car inches from her brother's car. Barbara Sue knew where she was
going now, Mom, she needed her Mother.
She left the car
door open, the engine running, and lights still on. She lunged for
the front door, and opening it found her Dad and her brother Alex in
the living room. She did not look at them twice, she walked by
wailing her broken humiliated heart into the night. She walked
through the house, searching for her Mom. Her legs were stiff, barely
working, she did not hear her brother and father calling her name.
She found her Mom in the master bedroom, alone and watching a soap
opera on television.
Her Mom looked up at her, and
jumped to her feet. Barbara Sue noticed that the edges of her vision
was dark, she threw her arms around her mother, holding on for dear
life. Trying to grab something she could trust, something she could
rely on. Who better for that than her mother?
corner of her mind, Barbara Sue heard her Mom, talking to her Dad and
Brother. "You two go now, leave us, this is girl stuff." She
chased both of the men out of the room.
Barbara Sue held on to
her Mother, hugging her, drowning in a sea of emotion, of betrayal.
Barbara Sue's face was in her Mothers shoulder as she told her
everything about Gary and Cathy, leaving out the part dealing with
sex, bondage and their kinky past.
Barbara Sue told her
story, and her Mother listened, and much to Barbara Sue's surprise,
did not say "I told you so" only said "Clueless, the
damn boy is clueless." She said not to tell her dad or
brother as they would go after Gary and do something they would later
Her Mother listened, and finally said "Tough way
to grow up Barbara, but you will be fine in a few days." Then
she gave Barbara Sue a bath, and had Barbara Sue wash herself
She was put to bed, and Barbara Sue slept
Sue graduated from her High School, and as she prepared to cross the
state of Alabama for college in Oklahoma, she found that Cathy had
been made pregnant, and there was some doubt to who the Father was.
Barbara Sue had the satisfaction, a small satisfaction of watching
her former best friend go from Prom Queen to welfare queen. Barbara
Sue realized than Gary had taken her while she was totally
unprotected. It could have been her that was now carrying a child.
were now many times she refused to participate in sports or academic
activities when she was very you. That did not change as she grew up
and became a young woman. Her best friends were books. She spent many
hours in the school library reading fiction while her parents had
believed she was doing her homework.
boy she knew while in the tenth grade loved to tease the girl that
was a loner. The pretty one that spent all of her time alone in the
library. On a dare several of his friends challenged him to give her
some erotic books that were never in the school library.
day he sat at the same table she was at in the library and started up
a conversation. She did not want to talk as she was in a book by
Herman Melville that had her full attention. Pressing her he was
about to give up and decided to leave a couple books on the table for
her. “These do not belong to the school, so do not give them
back.” He left several in front of her and quickly walked away.
had never noticed that young man before and did not know his name.
She thought he would return and she finished her Melville novel and
got up to leave. The books the boy had left were still there so
Barbara Sue picked them up and placed them in her back pack and went
home. When she was getting into bed after a shower that night she
remembered the books the boy left. Getting into bed she took them
with her and started looking at the covers. There were three by Ann
Rice although she was using a non de plumb. They were the Sleeping
they were not heavy BDSM they did present to her the first concept of
Domination and Submission. She became fascinated and kept seeing
herself in the role of “Beauty” in the three books. The
next night she found several others that were dealing with that
concept in greater detail. It was when she first read The Story of O
that she experienced her first orgasm without so much as touching
and again she read the books she had been given and each time she
felt herself in the submissive role and became very aroused.
several of her friends were getting their first computer, Barbara Sue
talked her parents into getting one for her. She told them it was for
school but actually it was to give her access to more of these
stories of BDSM. When she logged into some of the web pages for the
books, she discovered many pictures of women in various forms of
bondage. That really turned her on and she would masturbate while
imagining it was her tied to the bed or hanging from a rack.
her senior year she had developed a full library of books, pictures
and even many videos of women in submissive bondage. It was becoming
her entire life. She never dated or attended any social functions,
all she did was view her library and let her imagination run wild.
The first change occurred when she graduated from her high
Barbara Sue moved in with her Aunt in Norman, and
started college at The University of Oklahoma. Again she remained
very much a solo person, living only in her books, pictures and
videos. She wanted very much to find someone, a dominate man, that
had the same fantasies she had and dreamed about for so many years.
was while she was on the computer looking for some new domination and
submission video that an instant message appeared on her screen:
waited to see if it would disappear but instead she saw:
you still on line?”
the small box below she typed her first IM. “Hello…”
am happy to see you still on. Have you found anything you like so
far?” the stranger asked.
looking…” she replied.
There is some good stuff here on this site if you dig deep enough. By
the way, I am Roy. Nice to meet you.”
hesitated and then replied, “I am Barbara. Nice to meet you.”
answered right away, “I am into bondage and submission and just
found a great book. It is called, “Bound in Love” and is
about a woman that is only able to get turned on by being helpless.
If that is of interest, take a look.”
thought it was definitely something she would like to read, but was
cautious. “Sounds OK. Is that the kind of subject that
bet it is… I am new at this but just the idea of having a
woman bound on a rack or even in a bed really turns me on.”
was really getting interested. “Why would you want that? Isn’t
that cruel to the woman.”
don’t know what you are looking for on this web page,”
said Roy. “I would never hurt any woman or be cruel, but the
idea of her helpless and me being able to play with her entire body
really lights my fires.”
guess some guys would like that…” Barbara Sue answered.
tell me what lights your fires?” he asked very directly.
do not know you and I would say that was a rather personal question.”
said, “LOL Damn right we don’t know each other and that
to me says we can be open and honest with our feelings without
risking being hurt or having friends or family know what is inside
thought about it a while and tended to agree, “I guess you are
right. I have never told anyone about my fantasies or as you say
“’lights my fires’ but this seems a safe place to
right. I don’t even know if you gave me your real name and you
don’t know if I am Roy or Gene Autry! So, let it out. First, I
am really a guy. Are you a woman or a man pretending to be a woman?”
had never considered that chatting would be completely anonymous.
That freed her up to be more direct. “OK, I am a woman. My real
name is Barbara. But I will not be too specific about the real me.”
he replied. “I don’t care about your last name or where
you may be, Alaska or Hawaii. Just answer my question. What lights
your fires? I already told you what excites me.”
a little more open, she said, “I was reading a few books about
women being placed into bondage and used and sometime abused by a
dominate man. That does excite me.”
you ever been put in bondage?” he asked her.
I have only read about it.”
don’t you tell your boyfriend that you want to try it?”
was unsure how to answer that question. “I do not have a
boyfriend. Have you ever asked your girlfriend if you could tie her
but I have never had the guts to tell any girl I dated what I would
like to try.”
guess we will both have to just keep dreaming about it.”
answered, “Guess so. But may I ask you a question?”
wondered where this was going. “You can ask.”
would you want to be put in bondage and have a guy make love to you?
Let’s say he ties you naked, spread eagle on a bed and plays
with you until you beg him to do you.”
is quite a question.” Barbara hesitated before answering. “I
really don’t know. When I think about it, it seems so wrong and
even sick. Yet, when I close my eyes and imaging that happening, I
get so hot that I often have a climax.”
pressed her further and said, “Let me try something. I want you
to sit back, close your eyes and pretend you are tied spread open on
a bed. Then imagine what the Dom is doing to you and how it feels. I
will give you a few minutes to really think about it then come on
back and tell me what happened and how you felt. I will wait on-line
did not answer but decided to give it a try. She got out of her chair
at the computer desk and went across the room to an overstuffed Lazy
Boy. Sitting in it she closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself
bound in a bed.
waited for over ten minutes for her to come back. He finally was
about to give up and shut off the computer when an IM flashed on the
screen. “Still there?”
quickly answered, “Yes, I am here. Did you do it?”
What happened?” he could not wait for her to answer.
I imagined that a stranger came into my room and tossed me on my bed.
He ripped at my clothing and pulled out several lengths of rope. He
tied my hands to the head board and my feet to the foot of the bed.
Once I was tightly bound he took a sharp knife and cut away the last
of my clothing. As my bra was opened my breasts were free and he
began playing with them and even pulling on my nipples. Next he cut
away my panties.”
interrupted and asked, “What did he do then?”
said, “He got between my legs. He was somehow already naked,
and he put his penis against my vagina.”
Roy interrupted, “Damn it he put his COCK against your PUSSY!”
that is what he did. But I have a hard time saying it that way.”
it make it easier if I tell you I am sitting in my chair and stroking
my cock as you tell me?’
my god, she said to herself. She never imagined him doing that. She
was actually getting him excited! WOW, she got a thrill knowing her
words could do that to some stranger. She continued, “He put
his cock against the opening of my pussy and pushed the head in me.”
shit!” Roy typed. “How did it feel?”
was struggling trying to get an arm or leg free but could not move.
His cock went deeper and stretched me open. I felt so helpless and
was crying out for him to stop and let me go.”
you did not want that did you?” Roy asked.
I wanted him to take me…”
NO! You wanted him to FUCK YOU!” interrupted Roy.
I wanted him to fuck me.”
he? Did he get you off?”
realized what she was saying to a stranger and was shocked at the
reality of what she was doing. Without saying another word she turned
off her computer and shaking, went into the bathroom. Turning on the
shower, she got into a cold stream of water and tried to forget what
she had done. In her mind she kept seeing a strange man sitting in
front of a computer and stroking his stiff erection. She knew that
she had done that to some guy and could not forget it.
two years of general studies, Barbara Sue still had no direction in
her life, so she just did not sign up for the third year. She started
working and after bouncing around from job to job, became a legal
secretary for a major bitch in a mid-sized law firm in Norman. Ten
months of working for the bitch had resulted in her being fired in
November of 2006.
Barbara Sue did not mind, she hated
the bitch, and put her resume' online to see what was out there. A
number of offers were made, and Barbara Sue accepted the one working
for William Paulson as his Confidential Assistant. She moved to
Oklahoma City, to live near her work, and took a small one bedroom
apartment a couple miles from the University. Perhaps she would feel
like going back to school one of these days.
Barbara Sue had
dated some, usually business acquaintances, always looking for the
nice guys, but never liking them enough to commit to any lengthy
relationship. A few second dates, very few third dates, and almost no
fourth dates followed the pattern of her life. Barbara Sue was living
in her shell, and part of her was ready to break out. Her only sex
was self-initiated, dreaming of the good times she had been with the
rough bad boys in high school.
11th 2007: Barbara Sue stood staring at the damn door. It used to be
called the basement door, now in her mind it was the damn door. It
was solid oak, like all the doors in the house, but this one was
always locked. The normal handle lock was present, but there was also
a heavy deadbolt, which was driving her insane. A deadbolt for a door
going from inside the house to a basement with no door outside was
paranoid now wasn't it?
Sue worked in the house, forty hours a week, sometimes more,
sometimes less, she was the confidential assistant to William
Paulson, the internationally famous mystery writer. She had been
working for Bill for just over six months, since she had been hired
in November, and other than a few minor details, loved her job.
Probably because she had fallen in love with Bill minutes after
meeting him. Her attempts to flirt or make passes at him had all been
returned or ignored, but Bill had never followed up on those verbal
games. Occasionally Bill would stand very close to her, leaning over
her to read something or explain the way he wanted to see something
done, and Barbara Sue would feel her insides melt, and her heart
would ache for the day when he would place his arms around her, and
kiss her deeply. Barbara Sue was convinced the key to his heart lay
in the basement. It had to, there was no reason for a deadbolt lock
on the door otherwise.
Sue's job had her in the home office with him all day, and most of
the time all she had to do was answer fan mail forwarded from the
publisher. This was not as hard as it might seem as almost all the
questions that people asked had answers prepared in snippets saved to
the computer. Barbara Sue would personalize these responses into a
quasi-form letter, which would then be printed, folded, and mailed
each day. She had to arrange travel and hotels when he would fly off
to do a book signing or some interview. The
variety of tasks kept her from getting bored.
the mailings, there was a stack of publicity photographs and a slick
program that she would sign them in Bill's handwriting with whatever
message Barbara Sue thought was appropriate. He fully trusted her
with this task. She handled all of Bill's daily detail stuff so he
could be by himself and write. Mysteries usually sell fairly well,
and Bill's books were very popular, bringing in a large income. He
had a dedicated fan base, because he never withheld a clue, always
giving the key information somewhere. He would give you something
terribly small, seemingly insignificant in the early part of the
book, and then use it to solve the mystery later. This early vital
clue, the one small detail, was the needle in the haystack that would
solve the case. Bill was also good at giving you false clues, things
that seemed important, or pointed to one character who was really
innocent, Bill would usually toss in a couple of those to fool the
reader and keep the interest high.
the few small annoyances in working for Bill was that he would
disappear for the weekend twice a month or so, without any
information on where he was going. She was specifically forbidden
from calling his cell phone, and in case of an emergency, she could
send a text message. An emergency being defined as death,
dismemberment, or the house burning down. There was also that damn
Sue was working on solving that particular mystery, she was convinced
she had clues to the mystery of the damn door. One just had to be a
clue. For the past month, she had been working this clue and found
nothing so far. Frustrating!
weeks ago, he had returned from one of his secret and reclusive
weekends away, and Barbara Sue was in an outrageous mood. She was the
confidential assistant, and supposed to be involved in everything,
but he cut her out whenever he felt like it in certain areas. She had
made this point before, and during this discussion with Bill, she
pointed out how he was too valuable to disappear like that, and
needed to work with her. His answer had been a clue, it had to
Sue, I do not think you are really yet in the position to chastise
me, just in case you had forgotten who the boss is." Bill had
said ending the discussion.
he had never used that word before, or since. He had never written
the word in any of his books. It was not a word he used and Barbara
Sue had searched all the texts of his books in the computer. It had
to be a clue, it just had to be. There were other clues that said the
key had to be here. In Bill's second book, the investigator was
looking to enter a house, and told his partner "When you are
trying to get into a locked house, look close to the door for a
hidden key." In the book, they found a key, but didn't just
about everyone hide a key within a few steps of the door?
Sue was currently in the library located across the hall from the
basement door looking for the key, feeling that it had to be hidden
here. The house was empty because Bill was off on one of his secret
weekends. She had time to work the clues her handsome and fascinating
boss had given her.
looked behind all of the bookshelves she could reach, nothing.
Perhaps behind one of the books, but there had to be at least three
thousand books along the walls in this room. Some old, some new,
arranged by a plan that only Bill understood. Which book would he
have hidden it behind? Barbara Sue started scanning titles looking
for Chastise or some other word that leaped out at her as
significant. Barbara Sue followed the books from the left side of the
door, and after covering half the left wall, gave up. It was getting
too far from the door.
back to the door, she started on the right side of the room scanning
titles again looking for something to leap out at her, and finding
nothing. Looking at her watch, and noticing it was almost eleven,
Barbara Sue sighed and decided to finish her days work, and go home.
It was the one fringe benefit of his secret weekends; she was free to
leave and go where she wanted to when she was done answering
weekends when she was free she would go to a local gym and have a
strenuous workout. It kept her in good shape, her great figure and
feeling good about herself.
Sue sat with her lunch, a small chef's salad, and finished printing
the responses, and customizing the pictures, putting them in
envelopes to be mailed out Monday. She put her computer to sleep, and
standing headed for the front door slinging her purse over her left
shoulder. Just as she passed the library, she stepped inside,
wondering what she had missed, what had she just not seen.
Sue walked around the large Library one last time, she looked around
the room, waiting for something to wave at her and scream, "It
is me, or I am the next clue." Nothing did, and Barbara Sue
rolled her eyes in exasperation and started to leave.
after the first step, she turned slightly to her left looking at a
shelf. One book did not fit the shelf. The other books were brown,
this one was blue. It was right by the door, and the blue book was
taller than the brown ones. Squatting down Barbara Sue looked at the
title, "Justine and other stories by the Marquis de Sade"
was printer in faded gold letters on the spine.
Sue pulled the book partially out and looked behind it, no key. Damn,
well it was worth a shot. Standing and headed for the door again
Barbara Sue resolved to put it out of her mind. Barbara Sue
remembered reading that book in College. Her copy had not been a
collection, but the story itself in a single novella form. Barbara
Sue stopped in mid stride just short of the front door. Her book had
been titled "Justine, or Good Conduct well
"Shit" Barbara Sue said turning and dropping her purse.
Rushing back, she pulled the book from the shelf and opened the
cover. Inside was a table of contents, and Barbara Sue felt the rush
of satisfaction on that victory. Chastise, yes it was chastised.
Barbara Sue started to flip through the book, but it did not open
right. The book was hollowed out, and inside the hollowed out area, a
ring with two keys.
Sue's eyes gleamed with triumph as she took the keys, laying the book
aside on a table and walked across the hall. She smiled knowing that
this was the key to the door, and the door the key to the mystery she
had been living. Barbara Sue unlocked the deadbolt, and then the
handle lock turned easily with the key. Opening the door, she did not
notice the magnetic sensor built into the doorframe, which registered
the movement of the magnet in the edge of the door. The computer did
the rest six seconds later, sending a text message to the address in
its memory. As Barbara Sue reached the bottom of the stairs to the
darkened basement, Bill's cell phone had begun to vibrate the
notification of a received message.
Sue found the light switch at the bottom of the stairs, and turning
the lights on, stood stunned and looked at the basement, no it was a
torture chamber. There were iron cages, a leather topped table with
several straps hanging from the corners, a variety chains, several
whips of different length and thickness, bookshelves, and an
incredible assortment of sex items. No wonder he hid the key in a
book by the Marquis de Sade. This could be an excellent shrine to the
Sue stepped slowly around, looking at everything, feeling numb from
the shock. She saw chairs that had bindings built in to the arms and
legs, more bindings, both leather and steel hung from the walls and
ceiling. Erotic art hung almost everywhere, and each one had a
similar motif, a woman bound, granted they were artfully done, each
picture displayed different bondage positions and style. Barbara Sue
felt a small thrill rush through her as she remembered when she had
enjoyed being involved in such things. However, she was never in such
a professional dungeon like this one. Her hand rested on a table as
she looked at a picture of a woman standing up spread eagle on a
large wooden X, stretched taught by bindings on her wrists and
ankles, another strap around her waist. That must have been a Saint
turned and found her hand resting on a leather binding attached to a
chain at the corner of the leather covered table. Her fingers danced
across the chain, and for a moment she wondered what it would feel
like to be stretched out across this table, and have Bill on top of
her prostrated and helpless form. Her stomach tightened and her
nipples stiffened slightly at this erotic mental image.
Sue angrily shook this out of her mind. She did not do that anymore,
and she told herself she was not going to be sucked back into it now.
She had that demon purged from her long ago, when Gary had cheated on
her and then abused her. Never again would she be helpless.