The Bandit Scout

Chapter 8 -- Stella Tasks Carlos

As the door to their lodge closed behind them, Stella locked it and said, "I hope that you will indulge me, Carlos. Since you came to see me in the jail in Round Rock, I have been daydreaming about something like this. A few nights ago, in your tent, you awoke me to a new world. I want you to tie me up and make love to me. Once you have finished tying me, I will try to escape, so you should tie me up so that I am completely helpless. While I am your prisoner, you can do anything to me that you wish.

"Why am I doing this? I want to show you that I trust you completely. I know that you will take care of me while I am helpless. Then, the other night in your tent, I found that being helpless and in your control gave me erotic sensations that I want to feel again, but only with you. I'd like to explore those feelings further now, when you are not under any pressure and we have time to play. I think I could find more reasons to want this, but I will stop with this one for now. I sensed that you enjoyed having me naked and tied up under your domination. I want to give myself to you for your enjoyment. That is the Bandit way, you know."

"Stella, I do not deserve someone as wonderful as you. But as I do have you, I gratefully accept and pledge myself to you in return."

Stella said, "Let me look around the lodge. The Bucks would have material we can use on hand."

She started toward a room that appeared to be a large walk-in pantry. Moments later, she returned with a load of equipment. There were bundles of rope of different lengths. Cloths of many sizes were available. Some were bandannas, some were long and narrow. Some were squares that could be wadded and stuffed into a mouth. One gag was a panel that would completely cover the lips. Protruding from the center of the panel was a thick stick about 12 centimeters long. Straps were attached to the panel, allowing the device to be fastened securely behind the head. The last device truly surprised Carlos. A stick had been carved to make a hand grip thirty centimeters long. It had been wrapped with rawhide straps to make the grip nonslip. The straps extended about 60 centimeters beyond the grip.

Showing the tool to Carlos, she said, "I think that this is called a flogger.

Like anyone, I make mistakes, and you might need to discipline me someday. I think that you should practice with this flogger to ensure you are comfortable using it. But primarily, I want you to do it for my self-exploration."

Stella stripped out of her clothing and knelt on the floor with her arms crossed behind her back.

Carlos took the seiza position in front of Stella and reached out his hand to caress her cheek. He said, "Stella, I did not think it was possible to love someone this deeply in such a short time. I would be just as happy if we skipped tying you up and went straight to bed and made love."

"Please, Carlos, I want to show you that I am completely yours to do with as you wish. I also want to do this to explore the feeling that I am having," Stella answered. "Please go ahead and tie me up."

Carlos got up, collected the material Stella had found in the pantry, and then got on his knees behind her. He held her hands with his left hand and very slowly and gently wrapped her wrists horizontally and vertically. Each loop was carefully placed to avoid slack without being too tight, cutting off circulation. If there had been any slack, the cinch would have removed it. The ends were tied together at the top of her crossed wrists so that her fingers could not reach the knot. Next, he looped a rope around her arms just above her elbows. He only tightened the loops enough to push her elbows a little closer together than they would have naturally been with her wrists tied. The loops were cinched by circling the loops in front of her arms and behind again and again so that it looked like one big rope from elbow to elbow.

Stella knew that he wasn't tying her nearly as tight as he could. But he was securing her so that she could not free herself. She was feeling the beginning of that tingling sensation in her groin, like she had on the previous times that Carlos had restrained her. When Tom or Henry tied her up, she could enjoy it, but she didn't have this reaction. And when that asshole, Sloan, bound her, she only felt disgust and anger.

Taking a third rope, Carlos put a bight in the middle and placed it behind Stella's neck. The two sides of the rope were led over her shoulders and around her armpits, finally coming under the cinched rope that connected her elbows. The ends were circled around the cinch several times and tied off. This stopped any chance of the elbow bonds slipping below her elbow.

Carlos got up and asked, "Get up and come with me to the bed." He held on to the cinch between her elbows to steady her as she came to her feet. Not that she needed any help. He put one hand behind her head and the other on her breast and took a long, deep kiss. They walked to the bed and he positioned Stella in the middle.

Stella asked, "You haven't tied a chest harness. Isn't that usual?"

"Perhaps," he answered, "but I don't want anything interfering with my hand when I touch your chest." The look on his face must have been a smirk.

Stella replied, "I understand that. But my legs are free, and I could kick you."

"We can fix that," Carlos said, and he began frogtying Stella's legs, ankles to thighs as carefully as he had tied her arms and hands. He sat back against the headboard and pulled Stella so that she was leaning against him. He did not delay in holding her magnificent breasts, manipulating them, and playing with her nipples. One hand drifts down between her legs and rubs her labia. Stella urges him to penetrate her deeper with his fingers, and he does. He twisted around so that he could kiss and suckle her breasts with his mouth. Holding her hair, he turned her head this way and that, kissing one cheek, then the other, then her mouth.

Stella groaned with pleasure, and Carlos saw no reason to wait. He moved his hips between her frogtied legs and, since she had generated plenty of moisture, plunged his shaft into her. They moved in a rhythm that suggested years of harmony and practice together. Later, in the afterglow, as he was holding her tight against him, Stella said, "Carlos, that was wonderful. But you haven't used all of your toys yet. I think that I may have screamed out a few times."

Carlos reached for the panel gag and started to insert the plug into her mouth when she said, "One last thing while I can still speak. I can tell you are reluctant, but I want you to use the flogger too. Sit me on my knees so you will have good access to me, front and back. I want you to deliver ten good strikes all over my body. Be sure to move my hair out of the way. I would count the blows for you, but the gag will stop that."

"You are right, I am reluctant to do this. I truly do not want to hurt you."

"Carlos, it will cement my submissiveness to you. Moreover, it will answer questions that I have about myself. Please do this for me! And yes, I do know that it will hurt. I also know this must seem strange to a Colonist. But it is the Bandit way."

He slowly inserted the plug into her mouth, giving her time to adjust to it. After several minutes, the panel was flush against her lips. He lifted her heavy hair in front of her shoulder and fastened the straps of the gag behind her neck. Carlos hefted the flogger several times to get the feel of it. Then he said, "Are you ready for the first lash?" He could not bring himself to strike as hard as he could, but he delivered a blow to her back just below her neck hard enough to redden the skin the flogger struck. The strips of rawhide were long enough for the strike to cover both shoulders and most of her upper back. Stella made a quiet cry around her gag.

He asked, "Is that enough? Can we stop now?"

Stella shook her head no, and Carlos delivered a second strike lower this time, just above her elbow ropes. Again, she cried, "Humph!" It hurt, but it also soothed her that it was Carlos doing this to her. The yearning in her heart that mingled with the pain on her back could only mean that Carlos was the one and only one for her.

Carlos positioned himself in front of her so he could look her directly in the eyes, "Enough now?" he asked.

Stella returned his gaze, finding she could not smile at him wearing a panel gag. She tried to smile with her eyes and shook her head no again.

Carlos ordered, "Lean all the way forward, rest your head on the bed." She did, and Carlos took her hands and raised them until they were pointing straight up. Then he executed the third lash just at the edge of the bottom of her ribs. Still holding her hands, he continued with the fourth strike in the small of her back and the fifth just at the top of her hips. Carlos lowered her hands and grabbed her hair to sit her on her knees again. Again, looking into her beautiful green eyes, he asked, "Isn't that enough?"

Carlos was mentally cringing as he noticed moisture in Stella's eyes, but her head still shook no. In frustration, he threw her head back to the bed and pulled her hands away from her butt. The hardest strike that he had made was delivered to her buttocks. As redness appeared on her rear end, Carlos regained control and raised Stella back to her knees. He continued by moving her backward until she was lying on her back and arms, but with her frogtied legs still in the same position, as if she were kneeling.

"That is six. You have made your point," Carlos said, but Stella just looked up at him while still shaking her head no.

The seventh blow struck he upper legs and her lower abdomen with the concentration of the force on her vagina. Stella again cried out, "Hmmph!" at least as much as she could with the panel gag. She immediately returned her gaze to his eyes, and Carlos could see her determination to continue. He swung the flogger three more times, one right after the other, so the number eight struck straight across her belly, number nine hit her solar plexus and lower breasts, and number ten was on the top of her breasts and chest. Carlos threw the flogger across the room.

Kneeling on the bed beside her, he lifted her back to a kneeling position and hugged her tenderly. When he released the hug, Stella kept her eyes on his as his eyes were on hers. After unbuckling the gag, he eased it out of her mouth and threw it after the flogger. "Don't ever ask me to do anything like that again," Carlos demanded.

"No," answered Stella, "I won't have to. You now know that there is nothing I won't do for you. And I know that I can have feelings that only you can give me."

The mind can say one thing and the body another. While Carlos felt shame for hurting Stella, his body had responded with a raging erection. Stella had always been sensitive to the feelings of others and sensed his shame and uncertainty.

"Carlos, you have no reason to feel any shame or regret for whipping me. I did not just ask. I implored you for this. Nor should you regret that it was sexually exciting. Now it is time to bring your body and your mind into harmony. Bring your erection to me and place it in my pussy. I am feeling a sexual urgency too, and we need to let our bodies do what is natural for our mutual relief."

He found that Stella was still well lubricated, and he slid slowly and smoothly into her. His left hand went under her and gripped her hair. His right hand manipulated her breasts and then moved to finger her clit. Then back to her tits. His mouth locked to her mouth. He pulled her hair to try to push her tighter onto his shaft.

Stella met his urgency. Being restrictively bound, she was still able to use dynamic tension to tighten all of her muscles and then relax. She could rotate her hips, which she did in harmony with Carlos's steady thrusting.

"The clouds and the rain," murmured Carlos. At Unihold, he had heard that some ancient Orientals on Earth had referred to an orgasm as that. The act of love evoked sensations akin to clouds and rain. He had not understood what that meant until now.

The orgasmic wave crashed over Carlos and Stella at the same time. He lowered his head to her shoulder, and they lay without motion for long minutes. Carlos was still gripping Stella's hair. He was still cupping her breast. He had not withdrawn.

Stella's vagina would spasm every few moments, clinching tight, trying to hold on to his fading erection. As her pussy clenched, she would strain against her bonds. Not to get free but to be in harmony with her spasms and further tighten around Carlos.

As complete awareness returned, Carlos gently pulled her into his chest and began removing her bonds. First, he freed her legs. When her hands were free, she cupped his face and pulled them together for a kiss that sealed their lives forever.

They were not rushed for time, so they relaxed together entwined on the bunk, caressing each other, and dreaming of what the future might be.