The Armoire Ch. 07

Her body arched even more as Tommy tossed the feather aside and slid himself into her. He had to resist the urge to just start hard humping her and began to grind his groin against hers. Every muscle in her body strained against the bindings; her fists were clenched; her toes were curled and she pushed even harder against him. It was too much for him to bear and he started to pound himself into her. Alyssa's head snapped back; her face was red as she pushed like she was trying to deliver a humpback whale.

She shrieked for both of them, "AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH..." They came together; and it wasn't gentle. It was like being hit by a bus and carried down the highway. He grabbed her hips and kept pounding himself into her, even harder than before. She bucked against him; teeth clenched; holding her breath and pushing. The top of her head was jammed into the mattress.

When they finally began to come down the other side, they were both soaking wet and panting; gasping for air. He gently lowered her hips back to the mattress and leaned forward over her, resting on his hands. His perspiration was dripping down on her as she lay beneath him; her chest heaving like she only had enough strength left to breath.

Tommy, barely able to speak, leaned close to her and said, "So...you...want to...go again?"

* * *

"Tommy?"

"Yeah?" he said as he finished applying the antiseptic and the new bandage. Both were naked, having just showered; she standing in front of the sink and Tommy on his knees tending to her cut. They had slept for over twelve hours and were getting ready to go for lunch.

Alyssa continued, "I...I'm sorry, Tommy."

"Don't worry about it...It gives me an excuse to play with your bum!"

Giggling she said, "No, not that...I'm sorry that I put you through all this."

He stood up and moved so he could look at her face and said, "You mean the game?"

She was staring at her own reflection in the mirror and seemed to be grappling with some inner demon, "Yeah...the game, the tournaments, all of it."

He said, "It's okay, Al. We're here together and that's—"

She turned to face him suddenly and said, "We really love each other, don't we?"

"Yeah...Yes!"

"I mean, It's not an abstract thing," she said, "It's a cold, hard fact—we love each other as much as any two people can, right?"

Tommy said, "Yes...I don't think there's any question...Are you okay?"

"Yeah..." she said, "yeah, I think I am now."

They walked back into the bedroom and sat together on the edge of the mattress, and he said, "You do realize that only one of us has any idea what you're talking about—and it ain't me!"

She took his hand and looked into his eyes, "Did you sense anything...different last night? When we made love, I mean."

"Uh...well, we were crazy horny almost the instant the door closed. That was kind of new."

"Yes, Exactly!" she said, "The moment we were alone, just you and me, we were suddenly...hungry for each other. It's not like we haven't been making love all along but, when that door closed, it was like the rest of the world ceased to exist...it was just the two of us."

He said, "It was...amazing...very intense...but, I'm still not sure—"

"I don't want to be hurt anymore," she said.

Tommy said, "Oh...you mean...no more bondage stuff...really?"

"Oh, no, no...I love that...I mean...like Amanda."

Completely surprised, he said, "Like Amanda!? You are NOT like Amanda...not even close!"

She turned towards him and gently pushed him back on the bed then she moved on top of him and, with her face very close to his, she said, "Look, when we came here I knew what it was going to be like. I knew they would do stuff like the bullwhip. I wanted to take whatever they had, no matter how bad it was...for you."

"For ME!? I don't want—"

She put her fingers on his lips, "Shhhh...let me finish...I have always felt that I needed to prove to you how much I am devoted to you; even after that night on the edge of the pool. But, last night I realized that you know and you love me just as much. I don't NEED to prove it anymore."

"You never had to, Babe," he said.

"Yes, I did, "She said, "Not for you--and I love you for that—I had to...for me. Don't misunderstand, I still WANT to do it, and I think that's a good thing, and I'll still take anything you want me to; that will never change...but, only if you want it. I don't NEED it anymore."

"Okay," he said, "I think I understand...which surprises even me!"

She smiled and kissed him then said, "Good...Now, I feel something on my thigh that tells me you have a...dilemma. An adjustment may be in order."

"Yeah, well when you lie on top of me naked, it's kind of automatic."

She slid down to kneel on the floor and said, "We can't have you going down to lunch in this condition."

"Whatever you think is best," he said as Alyssa proceeded to make the required adjustment.

* * *

"Well masters," said Jason, "this is the final tournament and the winner will walk away with one hundred thousand dollars! Now, in the event of a tie, the winner will be determined by an online viewer vote."

Tommy surveyed the scene while Alyssa, again collared, bound, and naked, stood quietly at his side. There was a wooden rail, about thirty inches high, with a mechanical "spanker" positioned behind. The spanker had a huge, evil looking, rubber strap attached to the arm. In front of that was a frame that resembled a gallows. Suspended from the "gallows" arm was what looked like a plate with a hockey puck in the middle. They demonstrated the spanker on a dummy and the half inch thick strap, at least four inches wide, struck with such force that the mannequin was dislodged.

Jason explained, "All right. The slaves will be bent over the rail and restrained with their butts exposed to the spanker. The masters will use bows and arrows to shoot at the centre of the suspended metal plate. There are two phases to this competition. In the first part, hitting the centre pad will NOT trigger the spanker and will score a point. You will have five shots and any that hit the plate will trigger the machine and no point will be awarded. If you miss altogether then a point will be deducted.

"The second phase is the reverse; hitting the centre will trigger the spanker and that will score a point. Hitting the plate or missing altogether will NOT trigger the machine and no point will be awarded. If there are no questions you have two minutes to untie your slave's wrists and instruct her."

Tommy took Alyssa off to the side, quickly undid her wrists, and said, "We can walk away from this one...we don't need it, remember?"

"I know," she said, "But, you're pretty good with a bow. My dad said you were better than him."

"Yeah, I've always been pretty good with a bow...since I was a kid at summer camp, but—"

"Are you forehand good, or backhand good?" she said.

"No...forehand good, but still—"

She leaned forward and whispered, "Then don't let it hit me," then she turned and walked to the rail.

Tommy just sighed and stood, watching her as the little white bandage accentuated the lilt of her naked bum, gracefully swaying as she approached the rail.

Two production crewmen drew near to affix her bindings but she stopped them, "No! Only my master ties me; nobody else!"

Jason nodded and Tommy immediately went and attached her cuffs to some pre-fitted clips. She looked unbelievably sexy, sharply bent over the rail with her gorgeous rear glistening in the sunlight. Even the well used Amanda looked fairly erotic.

Tongo and Tommy were given five practice shots to get used to the compound bow, and then they moved into position. Jason then said, "Okay, Master Sam will shoot first then master Togo; alternating, one shot at a time. Whenever you're ready, Master Sam."

Tommy turned towards the target, raised the bow and let fly, hitting the little pad almost dead centre.

Jason shouted, "One point for Master Sam. You're turn, Master Togo."

Fat Pig let fly and the arrow pinged off the metal plate, triggering the spanker. Amanda's scream was like something from a horror movie but, it was the sound of the strap smacking her bottom that startled everybody, even Tommy. He had to turn and take a deep breath as Togo's slave wailed and moaned on the rail. When he turned back he glanced at her beet red ass and shuddered.

It really wasn't a problem for him to hit the little pad. He had always been a marksman with a bow; at one point, when he was much younger, he toyed with the idea of trying out for the Olympics. Each time his turn came up he pegged the centre of the pad with little effort. Fat Pig however; only managed to hit the centre on his second and fifth shots, forcing Amanda to endure two more savage strikes of that diabolical strap. The first round ended at five to two, in favour of Tommy.

Phase two started with Fat Pig and he successfully stuck the centre pad, triggering the strap once again. He seemed to be more motivated in this round, smiling as his slave sobbed despondently. Tommy drew back and let fly, sticking the arrow into the wooden arm above the plate. No trigger and no point.

Togo was again successful with his next shot but missed the next two. Tommy had a nice neat row of four arrows sticking out of the wooden arm. Togo carefully took aim for his last shot, muttered something, then let it go. Amanda's shriek and the smack of the strap signaled his success. The score was now tied at five all.

Tommy took his position and looked at Alyssa. He knew that she would say it's okay; it's just one smack. He remembered that day he wrapped the bullwhip around her thigh. "It'll be okay," she said. "Just one time," she said. He saw a little droplet of water drip from the tip of her nose. She wasn't perspiring so it had to be a tear. He stepped up, drew back the bow...and completed the row of five arrows in the wooden arm.

He immediately walked to her and began to undo her restraints as Jason spoke into the camera, "Well, ladies and gentleman, we have a tie so, we need your help. Please log in to the website listed at the bottom of your screen and vote for either Master Togo or Master Sam. We are going to go off the air for an hour or so but we will be back at exactly eight P.M., Eastern. Please help us out folks and vote for the master who you think deserves to leave here with an extra one hundred grand in his pocket. See you at eight."

While Jason had been speaking, Tommy had gotten Alyssa's clothes and began to dress her. One of the crew was about to protest but the camerawomen stopped him and, while Jason explained the voting procedure, the viewers watched possibly the most romantic thing they had seen during the entire game.

Tommy had slipped her tee shirt on then undid the cuffs and collar and tossed them aside. He knelt and tenderly slid her panties up her legs then adjusted them when they were in place, careful to avoid the bandage. He kissed her tummy as she stepped into her hiking shorts then he slowly slid them into place and did up the buttons. She placed her hands on his shoulders for support as he lifted her left foot, gently brushed off the sand, and slipped on her sock. After sliding on her hiking boot he repeated the process on her other foot then tied the laces.

Jason had finished his speech but they hadn't gone off the air. The camerawoman kept her lens on Tommy and Alyssa as he stood and hugged her then, taking her hand, they walked towards the moderator.

"She should still have her collar on," said Jason.

Calmly, Tommy said, "I don't think so, Jason...so, what's next?"

Realizing that it would be fruitless to press the point about the collar, he sighed and said, "Well, we have a set made up for the finale over there. In then meantime, while we wait for the voting, there are drinks and snacks so just hang around and we'll call you when we're ready to go back on the air."

For the next hour everyone mulled around, some getting coffee and snacks while others prepared for the finale. Tommy and Alyssa yakked with some of the crew, including the heretofore silent camerawoman. She expressed her chagrin and admiration at how they ditched her on that first night. She asked what they had done while alone and they teasingly said that they had gone for burgers and a movie. It was clear to everyone that Alyssa was no longer in "slave" mode.

When they got a moment alone, Tommy said, "I saw that you were crying just before that last shot. Did you think I was going to trigger the spanker to win?"

She put her arms around his neck and said, "Exactly the opposite. It was a 'cry for happy'. I knew you weren't going to hurt me just to win the game so I started to cry a little...It's kind of a girl thing."

He chuckled just as Jason called them to get in place for the finale. They walked to the set and saw Fat Pig sitting in a folding chair with Amanda kneeling at his feet, still naked, tied, and leashed. There was another chair about six feet away, evidently intended for Tommy with his slave to be at his feet. Instead, he motioned for Alyssa to sit and stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders.

When they went back on the air, Jason asked a number of questions about their time in the bush and Togo complained about everything. He complained how the other masters had way better slaves than him and how useless and ugly Amanda was. When asked what he would do with the money should he win, he said that he would get a better looking slave.

When Tommy was asked the same question he said, "We are going to donate any winnings to Plan Canada. It's an organization that helps impoverished children all over the world."

"All your winnings?" said Jason.

"Yep," said Tommy, "It seems like the right thing to do."

Jason then spoke directly to Alyssa, "Well, Sam's Slave, it appears that you have become an emancipated woman."

She turned to Tommy and said, "May I speak to him, My Master?"

"Yes, by all means," he said.

Turning back to Jason, she said, "If you're referring to the fact that I'm sitting and fully dressed; it's because he wants me to be sitting and fully dressed. Isn't that what a slave is supposed to do? Whatever her master wants?"

"I suppose," said Jason, "So...if I told Master Sam that you should be naked and kneeling at his feet, you would comply?"

She said, "If he told me to, then yes, of course. But, meaning no disrespect, it's unlikely that he would submit to you."

Jason glanced over at Amanda. She was dirty, scarred and bruised, pale, and...completely broken, "I guess there are slaves," he said, "and then there are slaves."

Just then a member of the production crew signaled to Jason and he said, "Well, it is time to announce the results of the voting and find out who is the Last Master Standing."

Jason was handed a piece of paper and he stood, faced the main camera, and said, "Over two hundred thousand votes were recorded and, with seventy percent of the vote, the Last Master Standing is...

"Master Togo!"