Orion in the Tunnels

When her awareness fully returned, she found herself on all fours, her ankles and wrists now attached to small ringbolts on the floor, her uniform now back onto her shoulders but still unzipped.

"Jason?"

"Try not to move. I don't want you to accidentally get hurt."

She felt something metal touching her left foot. Then the fabric of her tights where it went under her arch parted. She was in no position to go anywhere, and this was starting to worry her. She looked back to see Jason neatly slicing her tights along the outside of her calves, then thighs, then up around her hip to the small of her back, slicing the thong strap as he went.

"Jason!"

"Please stay still. I don't have any bandages."

"That's not comforting! What are you doing?"

"Shh," he whispered in her ear, having repositioned himself in front of her and starting to slice her costume at her left wrist. He sliced neatly along her forearm, her biceps, and behind her shoulder to the back of her neck. She tried to control her breathing in worried silence as he repeated the process on her right side. Then, he positioned himself between her legs and one quick slice slit the back of her costume from her hips to her neck. It fell to the floor, leaving her suddenly and completely naked.

Instinctively, since she couldn't move away or cover herself with her manacled hands, she moved forward, trying to push her now naked breasts against the floor to cover them. She never got that far. He had secured her wrists and ankles such that her elbows almost touched her knees. That position meant she couldn't actually force her torso to the floor. Not that it mattered, because as soon as she came close, he pushed his body against her butt and grabbed each breast with one of his hands. When she instinctively pulled back, he held her breasts in their current position, holding her tightly by her nipples until she had to relent and push her breasts back into his grasp, and he released her nipples only to completely swallow her tits with his big hands. She pursed her lips. Great, now she was not only naked, but, because she was bent forward, she had her naked ass and pussy waving high in the air in front of him.

"Bastard!" she spat out.

"You mispronounced Master," he retorted with infuriating calm and confidence. "You're mine now. Maybe I'll sell you to a slave market."

He wouldn't! But, given her predicament, she couldn't stop him if he really wanted to.

"Of course, I'll have to mark my property for safekeeping."

"What?!"

"Maybe a brand, a discreet JT on the inside of your right thigh?" and he moved his right hand back to search out the designated spot.

She shivered, feeling the both the painful, burning procedure and it's lasting aftermath in her imagination. A permanent mark of his ownership on her thigh from this man who had already stripped her naked and shackled her and was even now holding her left breast and right thigh tightly and possessively! She was frightened that she could feel her body's aroused response to the suggestion. She wanted him to move his hand from her thigh up to her pussy. Oh fuck, she wanted him in her cunt. Stop talking and just fuck me! she heard her mind silently scream. But he wasn't done yet.

"Actually I think rather a tattoo," and he began to trace on her body with his fingers while his thighs between hers forced them wide open. "A Chinese dragon with his face staring up between your breasts, his long whiskers tickling your upper ribs. Two talons would enclose each breast," he continued, encircling the base of each breast with his fingers to her shivering response, "and the last talon would find it's way up and push your nipple into you."

She moaned as he demonstrated with his fingers, then he moved on.

"His torso would wrap around yours, and his tail would wrap tightly 3 times around your thigh, just brushing your cunt with the thickest part as the rest spiraled down your leg," he continued, dragging his fingers around her sensitive thigh, "One of his claws would cup your right ass cheek, spreading out to grasp it firmly."

She squeezed her eyes shut. They were almost rolling back in her head as she felt his hand enact the dragon's grip on her ass.

"His last claw would have one talon on each thigh and the third sunk deep into your cunt while the base of his claw pushed against your clit."

This time she screamed in forbidden pleasure as he enacted the last scenario with his hand. She seemed to actually feel the dragon molesting her, his rough talon pushing deep into her instead of his finger while another talon dug into each thigh.

"Even if you escaped, the dragon would always be under your clothes, fucking you 24/7, "he said, pushing his finger in and out of her. "You'd sit there in your tight white blouse and feel the dragon under your bra and inside your panties, keeping you in constant arousal.

"Oh God!" she moaned.

"Now that we've settled that, I seem to remember you making a request. What was that again?"

"Fuck me," she breathed as his hands continued enacting the dragons rear claws on her ass and cunt.

"What was that? Did you want someone to do something? Who would that be?"

She was panting wildly now and squirming in his lascivious grasp, "Fuck me! Fuck me, Master! Please, ram your cock into my cunt. Take me! Take me now! Please?! I need your cock in me!"

She gasped as he pulled his finger out of her pussy. Then his hands forced her thighs wide, and he covered her cunt with one hand, spreading her labia with his palm, teasing her entrance as he squeezed her clit with 2 fingers. She gasped and trembled as his hand moved away, and she could feel the head of his penis slowly work it's way into her.

She tried to push back against it to get his whole cock inside, but he was holding her by her thighs, controlling even her ability to respond. Sheila hung her head, realizing she had absolutely no control and was now his little fuck toy to be used any way he wanted. The bastard owned her body completely, and she wanted it that way! Her hands were balled into useless fists, her toes were curling, and she quivered and moaned loudly at every change in touch. What was left of her conscious mind resented this, but her body shook with electricity, wanting more, wanting his hands covering every inch of her body and his cock rammed into her cunt until she had to scream.

He pushed into her slowly and steadily until she was completely filled. God, he was hard! Then he drew his dick almost completely out and then back in with maddening slowness. Finally he started to pick up speed, slamming hard enough against her that she could feel her breasts tremble and wobble in response to each thrust. He finally released her thighs and reached one hand under to grab her breasts. As her moans became constant and louder with each thrust, he started rubbing her clit rapidly with his thumb.

The orgasm that had been building in her shook her to her soul, but before her body could let go, yet another orgasm rolled through her like a huge wave knocking her over on a beach somewhere as he kept a firm grasp on her clit. Did that just happen? a small part of her brain asked before all her muscles gave out, and she collapsed as much as possible given her restraints.

He left his still hard dick in her, not moving it as the last of her trembles subsided. He moved so that now he had one breast in each hand and began to pump his cock into her again. Somehow she realized that he hadn't come yet as he began fucking her again. It was different this time.

She realized now how solicitous he had been of what was turning her on, but now he was totally focused on just getting himself off. He was gripping her breasts as if they were just convenient handles to give him leverage. She was just an object, a convenient receptacle for his prick to jack off into.

Shockingly she found that the thought of being treated as nothing but a sex toy was turning her on! She was just his toy now, grateful to be played with. When he finally exploded into her, she came again as well. As he pulled his shaft our of her, she hung her head. She was fucked, in every way imaginable.

After a few minutes rest, he released her from the ring bolts in the floor, and she laid her naked body on his. Eventually he rolled her over and lifted her right hand. He put thumb and forefinger on opposite sides of her bracelet, then did the same with his other hand dividing her bracelet neatly into quadrants. He squeezed all 4 digits towards each other at once and the bracelet suddenly expanded, revealing an inner core that opened up and released its hold on her wrist. He did the same with her other wrist, then let her do it herself on her ankles.

"A neat piece of engineering if I do say so myself," he said, showing her how the now open bracelets could be easily pushed closed completely concealing what was inside and how to open it. He opened it again and asked, "What do you think?"

"And there's no way I could have gotten it off my own wrist because you need 2 hands. That's diabolical! Have you ever thought of becoming a supervillain?"

"Not sure what I was tonight," he replied, "but I think Orion finally appreciated me."

"I think Orion eventually accepted being put in her place, but Sheila Hansen is completely undone. If you go away again, I will send Orion to hunt you down!"

Jason leaned into her, meeting her lips and cradling her neck in his arm as he lowered her to the floor while engaging in another long, powerful kiss for several minutes.

"Kiss me like that, and I'll follow you anywhere," she gushed as they pulled their lips apart, "Don't ever not kiss me like that.

"But we're not done yet," she added, her eyes gleaming as she rolled him onto his back and sat on his thighs.

"I don't think I'm ready..." he started.

"You will be," she smiled, twirling his balls around her fingers while sliding her other hand over his hairy chest to his labored breathing. She lifted his left hand, placed it on her breast and started to gently massage it, to her own soft coos of pleasure. She took his thumb and forefinger between hers and used them to squeeze her nipple.

She was making herself gasp, and moved her hips forward to feel his now erect prick rub against her. Without stopping, she lifted herself up and slid smoothly and greedily all the way down onto his cock wiggling a bit to make sure he fit in to her satisfaction. Before pulling back, she moved his other hand and grabbed her clit with it.

"Don't you dare let go, of anything!" she ordered as she began to ride up and down on his cock. Each upward thrust to pull her cunt up on his cock was restrained by the hold on her clit that he had to squeeze hard to keep from losing his grip. As she slid back down on his dick, she bent herself backwards straining her nipple against his fingers, the alternating pain and pleasure driving her crazy. She started bucking wildly with incoherent shrieks as she threw her hands back in ecstasy. He needed no more encouragement, and she could feel him redouble his hold on her nipple and clit making it absolutely clear she wasn't going to get free until they both came.

She rocked herself from side to side as well as up and down pushing both of them to their limits. This time he came first, but her orgasm didn't follow by much as she could feel his cock still spasming inside her when her body let go. She hung her head in exhaustion, and he moved his grip from her nipple to hold her whole breast gently but firmly. Weakly, she pulled herself off his cock as he released her clit. She lay down on his chest feeling like she was made of rubber as he released her breast and wrapped both hands tightly around her ass. Moaning in delight, she let her head fall into his shoulder. She sighed and tangled her fingers in his wavy hair.

She was in heaven. It seemed like all her darkest fantasies had been made real, and his firm grip on her ass as she lay exhausted on his chest reminded her of that. Eventually she started to stir, but he seemed reluctant to let go of her ass, and she wiggled it seductively in his grip. "Where did you come from?" he almost whispered at her as she raised her face to his.

"I could ask you the same. But Mama never told me there'd be days like this."

"I don't think there ever have been. I think we could get arrested for doing the kind of things we did tonight."

"As long as they lock me up in the same cell."

"My sentiments exactly," he said, grinning, as he slid one hand gently along her back, making her murmur in pleasure and tingle all over. He finally reached the back of her neck, and she leaned into his soft grasp to look up at him, smiling. The back of her neck was one of her most arousing areas. He bent his head up to kiss her while he continued to hold her ass firmly with his other hand.

This kiss was even longer and more passionate than the last one if that were possible, and his hand greedily holding her ass while they kissed, made her squirm in delight. When they finally let go of each other's tongue, she said, "My God, you evil sex fiend, I think you've ruined me for anyone else."

"Good," he said, "I don't want to ever give you the temptation to find out. You are absolutely perfect Miss Hansen," he replied, "You little slut," he added, winking.

"You're not going to sell me into sex slavery?" she asked, tilting her head teasingly.

"I could never afford to part with you. You are the perfect woman."

"You're repeating yourself."

"Do you mind?"

"No," she said, chastely pressing her lips against his, "A girl likes to be told."

"We should however see about getting you home," he said, rolling her gently off his chest with his arm around her shoulder.

"I've got nothing to wear," she chuckled, holding the remnants of her costume. "Literally."

He lifted her to her feet, and slowly and deliberately looked her up and down. When his eyes came back up to hers for the second time, she tossed her hair and turned around slowly, enjoying the thought of him raping her with his eyes. "Well that might be a problem, Sweet Cheeks" he said, "but I think I have a solution."

He picked up her cape, wrapped it around her, and gently fastened it at her neck. It covered her nicely to just below her knees. "Oh, one more thing," He went to the gate, bent down and, with a grunt, hoisted it up until it locked in place, retrieving her utility belt. "The magnet only releases the lock, the gates don't have any motors."

"So I couldn't have gotten away, no matter what?"

"Well, they're pretty heavy, and fit as you are, I don't think you're quite strong enough," he said, pushing aside her cape to wrap the utility belt around her hips.

"You thought of everything, you villainous fiend."

"I'm sure you would have found a way out eventually. You're too smart. I just didn't give you that much time. By the way, I owe you for that knee to the balls."

"Oh, I think I've repaid you for that. Besides you really deserved it," she replied, grinning.

"I suppose so," he said, picking up the pile of rags that had once been Orion's costume, "We shouldn't leave any evidence lying around."

"Yes, and you owe me for that, by the way."

"Bill me."

"Don't think I won't."

#

After she unlocked her front door, he backed her up against it and said, "Well good night Sheila, my beautiful, sexy librarian."

She smiled and twisted her shoulder at him. He kissed her gently this time but slipped his hand inside her cape and grabbed her pussy, holding it tight. She broke the kiss, pursing her lips to suppress any sound, "Mr. Taylor, the library has fines for such things."

"Add it to my bill," he said, pushing a finger into her. "I never have and never will meet anyone remotely like you. This isn't over."

"A threat?" she asked demurely.

"A promise."

"I'll hold you to that, and don't think I won't," she replied, her eyes boring deeply into his with a mixture of determination and desire.

"I would expect nothing less. I'm counting on it."

"Now go, before we scandalize the whole neighborhood," she said, letting herself in and immediately leaning her back on the door she had just closed.

"Don't forget to lock up," she heard through the door, and she slid the deadbolt home, hearing his steps slowly walk away.

She sighed and slid her back down along the door to the floor. She heard a clink when her cape settled around her. She looked in the pocket. He had put the bracelets in her cape. Oh boy! Mama really never told her there'd be days like this.