Love Bound (12 page)

It'd be a cold day in hell before
Jamie let his lips do more than brush across those Marlboro stained 'choppers'
of hers. Of course, he was interested. Lacey Rodriguez was the most beautiful
woman on the island, maybe in the state. He'd certainly felt some spark between
them, from the first time he'd seen her shopping in the center of Grim Island.

"Naw, just concerned for a friend
of yours, Julie."
"Good, copper. Because I have plans for us later. Unless you had quite
enough of witches when you worked back in Salem."

"Witches?"
Real Ones?
"Not me. One of my best friends is a witch. What did you have in mind—"

"Miss Parker, can I speak with
you, please? Now."

"Principal Sweetling—of course,
sir." Julie backed away from Jamie, straightening her dress, and sticking
out her nonexistent chest. Flashing a smile at her relieved date, she said,
"Duty calls, James. Be back soon. Circulate around—you're still pretty new
on this island. You could do with meeting more people, Luv." Julie Parker
spun on her heel, threaded her arm through Gerald's and disappeared into the
crowd.

Jamie MacLeod couldn't have agreed
with Julie more about meeting someone new. In fact, as he began to hunt,
prowling his way through the chaotic crowd of half-drunk educators, he already
had someone in mind.

* * * *

"Phil, who're all these men in
this picture?"

Standing in the corner of the master
bedroom Stede reserved for his computer work station, Lacey was looking at a
framed photo of seven men proudly standing together holding massive amounts of
local fish.

"Oh, that's last year's annual
town fathers' fishing trip. Most years they head off to Block Island, but last
year they stayed local. With the catch they had, I'd say it paid off."

"What are these big silvery fish
with the narrow stripes?"

On the pretense of taking a closer
look at the photo, Phil nuzzled in close behind Lacey, and began kissing her
shoulders, and the nape of her neck.

"Those? Striped bass. Damned good
eating, supposedly. Put up quite a fight, I hear."

"And these black ones? There's a
ton of them."

Phil snuggled in closer, his aroused
prick pressing against the inside of his tights, threatening to burst out
through the zipper. Forcing Lacey to lean forward, and place both hands firmly
on Stede's computer desk, Phil deftly positioned himself in the deep cleft
between Lacey's satin-clad cheeks, and began a slow rub. His partner of the
evening leaned back into him, letting a little moan escape before she turned
her face enough to kiss him back.

"The fish, Phil?"

"Tautog—they're quite common
around our rocky shores. More good eating, they say. Personally, I hate fish.
More of a meat-eater, myself." Phil continued to rub himself against
Lacey's ass, and kiss the back of her neck. Now his hands joined in, the first
deftly beginning to unzip the back of her costume top.

"Who's this guy here, Phil? I've
seen him downstairs with Julie." Lacey turned in his arms, effectively
stopping Phil from completely unzipping her corset. "Whoa, mister. That'll
be enough of that, you naughty little boy." Looking up into his hungry
leer, and smiling at him with a most seductive pout, Phil realized she was only
playing coy. Flirting; something rather unusual for the normally prim Miss
Rodriguez.

"Spoken like a true teacher. I suppose
you have all the naughty little boys trying to touch you in class, Miss
Rodriguez," he teased.

"Only with their eyes, Mr.
Weazel. They're nowhere near as badly behaved as you."

"Well, I guess you'll just have
to punish me, Teach. Make me stand in a corner, or something," he said,
forming his own alluring pout.

"In a little while, Phil. Not
here." Trying to defuse an evening killer, she jumped back to her original
question. "So who's the guy? He's a lot younger than the rest of you, and
he's only got the one fish."

"Jamie MacLeod. Town cop. It was
his idea to fish locally. I guess he's a scuba diver or something. Claims
there's a lot of big fish right at our doorstep." Phil grabbed Lacey by
one hand and lead her back into the main part of the master bedroom; the part
dominated by a huge four poster bed. "Anyway, he's only got the blue shark
because he was driving the boat. Supposed to be working, lazy cop. Town fathers
only let him come along cause he knew where the fish were." Patting the bedspread,
Phil ordered Lacey to sit, and when she did, he sat right next to her,
snuggling close. Almost immediately, his hands went exploring. "Didn't
even keep the damned shark. Threw it back alive, I heard. Idiot. Why are we
talking about
him
? Come here, you sweet thing."

When his fingers pattered over her
costume's corset, and began to skitter up onto her white satin bodice, Lacey
slapped them away. "Philip — not here. Someone might see." She looked
up into his eyes, a sheepish smile on her face as she placed one red gloved
hand on his broad shoulder. "I like you...a lot. I
want
to...but
not here. Okay? I've a reputation to—”

"I'm the vice principal at CP—most
of these people's boss. I really don't give a shit."

"And I'm just your newest,
greenest teacher. Most of these people's tongues are already wagging over the
costume I'm wearing. I don't want to leave here with everybody thinking I'm a
total slut." She leaned over to him then, fully aware he could see right
down her costume, and kissed him passionately on the mouth. "Tell me about
this Lady Liberty I'm supposed to be playing. What're my super powers, anyway?
Can I leap over tall buildings, fly, or something?"

"You really don't know? Never
seen her on the internet, or in a comic book?" His hands were back, persistent,
testing. Just as persistently, she slapped them away. "Well, the gold
bracers you're wearing—yeah, why don't you take them off—gloves too—give you
super strength to fight the bad guys and evil monsters. Of course, in every
episode, you seem to lose them almost immediately." His fingers were still
exploring, a little more insistent now. He'd gotten the back of her costume
half unzipped, and twice his right hand had made a dive inside her satin
bodice. "The gold belt—come on, off with it." Giggling uncontrollably,
she played along, obediently unsnapping the back of the wide vinyl belt, and
handing it to Phil. "Thanks, babe. Well, this belt protects Lady Liberty's
"virtue". Saves her from being molested—raped by all manner of ugly
creatures. Of course, she's always losing this belt almost quicker than her
gloves."

"So she's not really a super hero
at all—I'm just some sort of kinky damsel in distress who's always getting—violated?"

"That's about it, babe."
Seeing the disappointed look on Lacey's face, he was quick to defend himself.
"Hey, babe, I didn't go into all the gory detail about how she gets raped.
Space-freaks, eggs, impregnation and all that good stuff."

"Gee,
Thanks
, Phil. Can we
go now?"

"Wait, there's just one more
room. Then we'll go, I promise. Find ourselves a nice spot down by Wolf Head
Light—or I'll take you home—if that's what you really want."

"One more room." Lacey was
obviously very disappointed in the way her evening was going. Sweetling's drug
certainly seemed to make her a willing lover, but Phil's comment about Lady
Liberty's usual fate seemed to turn her to ice cold stone. "All right. But
then we go, okay? All this wine is starting to give me a head ache, and I
really should get my calico cat, Allegro, inside."

"So you want to just go home?
Take care of your pussy," he tittered.

She smiled up at him, batting her
sooty dark eyes. "Be a good little boy and we'll see. Teacher
might
give
you a gold star if you're really well-behaved."

What if I'm really...naughty, bitch?
"Okay, put this on over your
eyes. Here, let me tie it." Leering like a wolf, Phil waited until Lacey
had removed her mask, and then wrapping a dark cloth over her eyes, he tied the
blindfold behind her thick black hair. Ignoring the small pile of discarded
costume accessories and her small purse, he took Lacey by one hand and led her
staggering out into the hall. Winding through the lengthy hall and down a dozen
narrow stairs, he finally pulled her into a large, much cooler room, and
removed her blindfold.

* * * *

Lacey and Phil just stood there
holding hands, drinking in the Bonnets' 'playroom', looking like Hansel and
Gretel before the witch's cottage. There were heaps of magazines and videos,
all promising adventures in bondage. A brace of matching gallows stood facing
each other, their hanging manikins clothed in blue latex and black leather.
Sheathed tightly from toe to head top, Lacey wondered how they breathed until
she saw the hole. There were actually a number of holes; only one could
possibly be used for breathing. The others promised breath-
taking
experiences. A rough hewn plank studded with rusted nails, and supported by two
kneeling maidens clad in restrictive leather garments that left nothing to the
imagination, offered a large display of male dildos. Some electric-powered,
some in crazy colors, and one or two attached to restraining belts obviously
fashioned for a woman. There were a ton of other things as well; some obvious
like various whips and restraints, but others a little stranger like nipple
clamps and a wire contraption looking like some demented dentist's pet
creation.

Turning around to ask Phil to explain
a couple really weird devices, Lacey noticed he'd wandered to the back faux
stone wall, and seemed to be playing with some restraints suspended from a
hanging chain. Striding across the marble floor, her high heeled boots sounding
like angry gunshots, Lacey staggered and swayed with a tsunami of sudden
dizziness. Principal Sweetling's drug—guaranteed to make a defiant bitch
submissive—hit her like a mailed fist.

As the pseudo-dungeon began to spin,
Lacey tottered forward in her red boots, and collapsed into Phil's waiting
smile.

She barely noticed as Phil led her
towards the hanging chain and slipped each of her wrists and ankles into the
leather restraints.

Just before he buckled the last padded
cuff, Paul noticed the faint rash of horizontal scars inside her right wrist.
Her left one had scars as well.
Suicide? No wonder she was such a submissive
pussy. Beautiful or not, she probably had pretty low self esteem.
Phil
lifted the red ball gag to her lips just as Lacey opened her big sloe-eyes,
stared at him, and giggled uncontrollably.

"Am I a very naughty girl, Mr.
vice principal? I guess you'd better keep me after school and punish me!"

Grabbing her satiny bottoms with the
flag emblazoned across her ass, Phil shrugged them down to her calves,
wondering what it'd be like to take Miss Rodriguez in her classroom. Would she
be as willing without the date-rape drug? After all, he was the hottest guy around.
She always looked so yummy in those dainty dresses she wore, her books and
lesson planner pressed up against her breasts—

"Philip, honey, what are all
those rubber toys for? That long black one must be at least a foot and a half
long!" Her dark eyes grew larger with wonder, and she giggled again,
stopping abruptly to stare at Phil as he reached for a huge flesh-colored
dildo.

"Phil, you don't use that, do
you?"
You don't need to, with me. I'm willing, you handsome hunk of
male.
"Oh my god, Philip!"

Phil turned around, holding the dildo
in one hand, his naked probing cock in the other. Lacey decided she didn't
really care which was bigger, as long as he didn't stick them in her. She'd
pulled back against the restraints when he flashed his hardware, and realized
for the first time she was really bound and helpless. As she squirmed, the
effects of the drug began to bleed away, and all she wanted was to be free;
free of this bondage, free of Phil.

"Philip, untie me please. You've
had your little fun; now untie me. I've never liked B&D. Let me go—now!"

Reluctantly, Phil admitted to himself
he'd screwed up. The drug had obviously passed its peak, and was beginning to
wear off fast. He'd been so busy mentally jacking-off, he'd almost missed his
crack at the real woman. He'd better gag Rodriguez after all. She seemed a lot
less willing now.

In Phil's opinion, ball gags did ugly
things to a pretty woman's mouth. He'd use something more basic. Pulling out
his M-15 Dear-slayer folder, he snapped the blade open and deftly snipped away
the side of Lacey's lilac silk undies. Yanking the torn panties off, he pulled
them into a taut narrow rag, and forced the make-shift gag between Rodriguez's
quivering lips. Tying the silk panties behind her black hair, Phil stood back to
admire his prize.
Damn, but she looked hot. God, helpless like this, he
could do anything to her. It'd serve her right for teasing him. Of course,
Monday morning, he'd have to face her in school; women were such constant
gossips. Hey, she'd been virtually asking for it—looking so damned hot. Maybe
if he just took a look at her boobs and gave them a squeeze or two.

Lacey really began to squirm when Phil
yanked her silly costume off her breasts. Hot useless tears pumped out of her
dark makeup streaked eyes. Bound and gagged, what could she do but submit to
his fantasies. She'd trusted Phil, thought him a perfect gentleman at Constance
Paine. She'd been hoping for a little romance, maybe even a little late evening
love-making. She'd even dared hope he might be the one to finally see her for
more than a pretty face and a nice rack. Maybe even fall in love. Now all she
wanted to do was scratch his eyes out. The bastard! She felt like such a fool!