Sarah Versus the Scenes

Chapter 9 - An Island Dream - Part 4

Sarah vs the Captain's Crew

So this was it. This was how he was finally going to finish Bill and Sally Montague's homework assignment. Sarah's mind was dancing in a freakish sort of harmony with her senses, while she stared at the objects on the pillow in front of her, and held herself up to take the pressure off her vulva from the twisted nautical rope evilly cleaving it.

She began to quiver from the exertion of holding the acute arch necessary to keep the heavy bag of sand on the bed mattress. The clamps on her nipples were sinfully tight, lifting her breasts on the taut rope stretched up to the loop in the end of the crotch rope near the pulley on the bed canopy frame above her. Her muscles finally failed her, and she shakily started to fall, the ballast bag lifting from the mattress again as the rope bit.

In spite of the hard pull from the rope on the nipple clamps, tugging her breasts alarmingly high, the top had seemed to be the most bearable place to be in this devious scene. But it was too strenuous to hold herself up there in that pronounced arch of her back, and eventually she would come back down, settling through the wickedly arduous middle ground to the bottom, where mostly only the rope bit acutely into her lips wrapped around it.

Sarah's eyes wandered from her own body and the strict bondage she was in, to the hourglass, and then the pillow with its frightening exhibition beyond it. The items that were laid out on that pillow atop the bench had definitely gotten her to thinking. Her mind was reeling from all the things her day might now hold in store for her. As Sarah's imagination raced she found herself beginning to pant coarsely, and felt a warmth flowing through her body from the very asperous stimulation of the rope, and the pulsing pinch and tug of the clamps.

Chuck was a very intelligent and crafty Dom. He knew how to craft a scene and play this psychological game. Her nerd was using her own mind to cleverly push her buttons—very, very hard. The objects and devices he'd placed on the pillow she was staring at were for taking precise measurements. They looked a lot like tools. Some of them could be best described as bore gauges, or go/no-go gauges. Her metal and leather slave collar and her cuffs were from the results of parts of the assignment they'd already completed, combined with their detailed CIA body scans.

The cock and ball harness she'd use on Chuck two days before was also a product of the careful measurements Bill had requested, though obviously the CIA scans hadn't helped any with making that iniquitous toy either. Those dimensions were way too personal, and the Agency had no interest in any of them. She'd taken those measurements from Chuck herself with great delight about a month and a half before, and been even more delighted when her new toy had arrived a few days before they'd left for this trip.

The things that were laid out in front of her now were also personal, extremely personal. All of them were made just for her. Well, almost all of them. She'd already used a few of these things on Chuck, the plug she'd used on him when she went domme on him being the result. But, up to this point her nerd had been too reluctant to use many of them on her, and to be honest, she had more than a few concerns about some of them herself. She swallowed heavily, wondering just what Chuck had in mind for her with them.

Her eyes traveled over the various shapes and sizes of several phalluses and other forms sculpted of precisely machined steel. All of them had graduations engraved on them, the lines and numbers filled in bright, white paint. Some of those numbers were quite large, their very presence adding markedly to the intimidation factor. Four of them looked identical in shape, only varying in size. They were each an inch and a half longer and a third of an inch larger in diameter, respectively, than the one preceding it.

Three of them were laying together on the pillow, each with a matching butt plug lying next it. The smallest was seven and a half inches long, according to the engraving at the bottom of the shaft and a full two inches in diameter at its widest part, the precisely machined 'head'. This one was close in size to porn star sized Big Chuck, in reality almost an inch shorter, but capable of being inserted further since it had no base, and it was a tiny bit bigger around, without his curve.

The fourth and biggest of the steel dildos really stood out. Literally. It was so big Chuck had set it on the floor standing up on its base, along with another huge 'gauge', flanking the hourglass. This one was marked with a 3.25 on its shiny head. The smooth machined, shaft was, of course, smaller, but not by much. It stood over a full one foot tall based on the scale marked along its side. Her largest strap-on dildo—a 'gift' from a friend, and affectionately called the BitchMaker—was about as long, but not nearly as wide. She swallowed heavily. It was enormous... and scary.

The second one, on the other side of the antique timer, also stood straight, but It was conically shaped, with a round globe, engraved 2.25, machined at the top. It wasn't as tall as the phallus standing on the other side of the hourglass, an inch shorter to be exact. It tapered down to an inch and three-quarter below the globe, but was frighteningly wide at the base, a full four inches. Both of the huge 'gauges' looked very heavy, and they were both also very disturbing to look at.

She knew enough about anatomy to know it was physically possible to accept the humongous dildos, she just didn't know if she could do it. Sarah wondered if her nerd would actually have the nerve to use them on her, or make her use them on herself, or if he'd only set them there as an additional scare tactic. Then again, Bill had included them in the measurement kit, so apparently she was expected to at least try. She didn't know if she wanted to succeed if she did try, afraid of what the future could hold for her if she did.

In addition to the three similarly engraved butt plugs of differing sizes in the display, there was what looked like another anal toy—although like everything else it was also multi-purpose. The scary looking thing was over a foot long, machined in the shape of five connecting spheres of increasing size. The bottom biggest sphere was etched with the number 3.33 in the center of an etched line around its circumference. Like all of the dildos and plugs—at least the ones she could see—it had a threaded hole on the bottom of it. The reason was readily apparent.

Several handles, rings, and bases of various sizes and shapes were also arranged on the pillow, along with a flat arc-shaped piece of metal with rings on the ends and a slot running down the middle of it with a measuring scale alongside it. There were also two very unusual looking, short cylinder shaped bases, with cords coming from the bottom, and multi-pin cable connectors on the ends. She didn't recall ever seeing them before.

As Sarah studied all the 'bore gauges' resting on the pillow, it occurred to her that what was on bizarre exhibit here in front of her wasn't even everything she still had left to do with their 'assignment'. Along with the 'lessons' she'd already completed, there were a few key things missing. She gulped again between her now heavy panting. About a third of the sand had fallen through the constriction of the antique timer in front of her, and with every passing grain of sand her motion up and down on the crotch-rope increased in pace as she tired more quickly at the top.

Surprisingly, her torture wasn't so much painful as it was strenuous. And a strangely vivid sense of pleasure was beginning to blend into the pain she was experiencing, in a powerfully erotic way. She knew where she was headed; into a place that was colloquially called 'subspace' within the Scene, a trance-like state where she was slowly surrendering to the mixed and impassioned sensations building up inside her. She surrendered to it, and the rising wave enveloped her, carrying her up as the grains of sand fell.

By the time the last of the sand was falling through the glass Sarah was rising and falling in a very steady rhythm, whimpering and panting, consumed by a mixture of pleasure, pain, and exhaustion that had begun to build to a crescendo. If someone had showed her this and told her that the victim of this wickedly devised bondage would derive so much pleasure from it, she would have told them they were nuts. Yet, here she was, panting like a steam engine, falling prey to the harsh stimulation she was unable to control one tiny bit. She could feel it building up, pulsing through her in pace with the constricting rope and clamps.

Then Chuck walked back into the room, and her glazed and entranced eyes shot to him, beseeching him. Although, not for him to let her down, which she assumed he was going to do when the hourglass sands ran out, but to keep her strung up on this evil rigging, so she could complete 'her voyage' and find release. She was so close to it. She stared at him, huffing. He was holding a beautiful china cup and saucer in his hands, sipping what smelled like coffee, watching her curiously with a pursed, crooked smile, wearing that pirate outfit. "Some show," he said, rather nonchalantly.

Sarah nodded back emphatically as much as her restrained head would allow while her eyes moved quickly from his to the hourglass and back several times as she rocked up and down, wondering what he would do. So close. The last of the sand slipped through with a deepening cone in the top of the glass, and her motion on the rope became almost frantic as it did. She looked up from the glass to see Chuck grinning at her, mesmerized by what she was doing. He had a raging hard-on showing through his breaches. She wanted to crack a joke but was too breathless to manage it.

Looking down at the empty hourglass, her pirate snapped from his daze and, setting his cup and saucer on the nightstand, moved toward where the rope was tied to the bed frame. Nooooo, not yet! "No. Please, Sir," she pleaded, "not yet."

"Aye. Time's up, lass" he said, releasing the rope and lowering her to the seat cushion, relieving the pressure on her crotch and the clamps, and halting the severely intense stimulation. He smirked at her mournful panting sigh. "This part of your punishment is over. It's time take you up another notch."

"Another notch?" She swallowed hard between halting breaths, startled that her thoughts had found a voice in the storm.

"Aye, another notch. You're going to get what you want, me wench... eventually," her pirate said, loosening her crotch rope, "But for now we continue your sweet torture. Time to do some of your homework."

Sarah's eyes shot to the pillow on the bench in front of her, then looked swiftly back at her nerd as he paced around behind her holding a devious smile in check.

"That's right. You're going to do all your homework today, you naughty girl," he whispered, teasingly into her ear while he untied her aching arms from behind the chair back. "Don't worry though, the crew and I will help you get it done."

"All of it?" she asked, her eyes locked on the two giant steel dildos flanking the hourglass while she rubbed her wrists.

"Every last assignment," he said smoothly, meeting her eyes with his in the mirror over the headboard. "We'll save the biggest math problems for last." He wrinkled his nose at her with a devilish sneer, but Sarah could still see apprehension in his eyes and body language. "I promised Bill we'd get all of this done before we left. I think this is a perfect scenario, don't you?" He pointed to the metal objects on the pillow and floor. "Meet the ship's evil crew."

"Oh, so this is your crew? Yes, then I guess it does fit," Sarah replied breathily, "I'm not sure who is more evil, you, or your diabolical pen pal."

"Since Bill is the 'bottom' in that relationship, today it's probably me."

"He's still a bad influence. Or a good one, depending on your point of view," she said, showing him a small mischievous smile.

"Bill has been an interesting instigator, hasn't he? Sally's hand is in this too, you know. The biggest stuff was her idea according to Bill. He says she's the one who set most of the parameters for your half of the assignment... well, and some of mine, too," Chuck admitted, "Personally, I think she's tweaking both our heads a bit."

So, another woman chose those monsters? "Yes, she probably is, but I think I can take it," Sarah softly intoned.

"I guess we'll see, won't we? Hands above your head," he ordered, clapping his own in front of him, his smug smile slowly growing, "palms together, lass'."

She looked him in the eyes in the mirror expectantly while she complied, and then rolled her own eyes at him when it occurred to her what he might be doing.

"Hey, that's what you get for striking that provocative pose," he said good-humoredly as he started wrapping the rope around her wrists.

She watched him place three coils around her joined wrists with bated anticipation, and then three loops between them, drawing the rope bracelets tight before tying them off. Then he did what she'd predicted, when he pulled her joined hands behind her head and threaded the tail of the rope through the chair back. The rope pulled insistently on her wrists, sucking her shoulders back into the chair back as her bent elbows rose up and behind her head. The tight rope tie forced her into a pose with her chest up, and out, in an exaggerated version of the one she'd struck after she'd seen the cameras.

This was also a very deceptive bondage tie. It wasn't too uncomfortable at the moment, but Sarah knew it would become tiring rather quickly. You asked for it, wench, she thought, laughing inwardly at herself.

Pirate Chuck walked to the bed and took some things from the open 'homework' case. He placed a couple of the objects she'd been wondering about on the foot of the bed near the ballast bag. A black leather muzzle gag with an elaborate multi-strap harness, and what looked like an equally imposing full body harness, also made of black leather. Both the harness and gag had measurement markings printed in white on every one of the adjustable black straps.

The panel on the gag had a hole in the middle of a thick round rubber center section to accept plugs or other objects of varying sizes. Right now the hole was filled by a short, thick, red rubber dildo with graduation marks on it, connected to the chinstrap by a chain. He strode back in front of her, mindful of the slack ropes still hanging down to her, and set a bottle of lubricant between her legs on the chair, giving her the Bartowski eyebrow dance.

She couldn't help but smile back, but it faded slightly as her lips parted when Chuck picked up the smallest of the shiny metal butt plugs that had been sitting on the pillow. Holding it up rather close in front of her face he then slowly turned it. He gave a good look at it from every angle, pausing as he rotated it so she could see the engraved markings.

It may have been the smallest of the three, but was still fairly big, marked an inch and three-quarters at the widest point of its pointed egg shape, tapering down to about half that diameter above the circular base. Two previous 'lessons' in her assignment had been smaller, and she'd done bigger, but not with her nerd. Memories both vivid and nebulous tickled her psyche.

This one was about the same the same diameter as Big Chuck, and also the same size as the custom one she'd used on him while tied to that chair on the front porch. As a matter of fact, that was precisely why she'd had the plug made, to give him an idea of just how he felt. Big Chuck was, well... big. So were her eyes.

Her Chuck flashed her an artful pirate smile as she gazed at it. He laid it on as thick as the plug. "Aye. Tis time fer te Capn's crew ta 'ave dare way wi ya, lass."

And so it begins.

~D/s~

Well, you were expecting this,Sarah thought as she watched her Chuck screw a metal ring onto the bottom of the base, looking up at her as he did it. The smile he gave her was funny, an embarrassed admission of sorts. Because, even though this was going to be her first experience with these particular 'test toys', she'd already used a few of them on him with great success, and again with the custom made result only two days before. Chuck was slightly ahead of her on his own homework assignments.

Picking up the bottle of lubricant, he drew the rounded top of it up her sex, and then flipped it open. He squirted some on his finger and rubbed it over the metal, egg shaped globe. Setting the bottle on the floor, he looked at her thoughtfully a moment, appearing to be gathering his nerve, and then grabbed the rope around her waist and pulled her ass forward to the edge of the seat. The action spread her legs even wider, bound at the ankles and toes as they were, and exposed her pussy and ass in a very alluring way.

He then placed his finger still wet with lubricant, tentatively on her anus, and ran it around the rim, and pushed it in a little. She moaned softly as he wiggled his digit and then withdrew it, and then gently inserted a second finger, and finally a third. Chuck had done this before, but he still wasn't very comfortable doing it to her, even when she responded as favorably as she was, and always did. This was something Sarah really loved to do, both giving and receiving, and she tried to make that very clear to him with her deep breathy moan.

After pumping his fingers for a long moment, her pirate withdrew them; and then taking the slick plug by the ring, he pressed it against her, and pushed. Her moan became more earnest as it traveled in, and was then cut off abruptly with a sharp hitch of her breath when her tight sphincter pulled the plug in past its widest part and it quickly seated.

The excited look on her nerd's face almost made Sarah giggle with glee. Maybe he was finally getting used to this and having more fun with it. And, as if to confirm her suspicion, her own excited eyes grew large, when like she'd done to him, he gave the ring a teasing tug, drawing the plug partially back out, and then let it go while she gaped at him, eliciting another short whimpering moan from her as she pulled it back in.

With that 'I'm getting even look' in his eyes, he cast her a knowing and lopsided pirate grin as he reached down and picked up the smallest of the steel dildos. He displayed it in front of her like he'd done with the plug. It was actually a tiny bit bigger around than Big Chuck and a little shorter than him. Big Chuck was titillatingly large, well beyond average, but not overly so. He could still be intimidating at times, especially if she deep throated him, but Sarah thought he was just perfect for her, and she could accommodate all of him without pain.

"Bill said that Sally didn't see the point of starting out much smaller than me," her pirate said matter-of-factly with a wink.

"I'm not sure how I feel about another man's wife knowing the exact dimensions of your penis," Sarah replied dryly, adding a little pouty frown.

"Hey, you're the one who took all my measurements, remember?"

"Yes, how could I forget? There were so many of them, and it was so much fun getting them. I still feel weird sharing that stuff though, even if it does have its benefits," she said, her pout turning into a smile, thinking of the toys she'd just used on him the other day.

"Now it's my turn for some measuring fun." Chuck laughed when she took a deep breath while watching him screw a ring into the base of the phallus. "And, yeah, it does feel like they both know us a little too well, doesn't it? To think we've only really seen them once."

"The anonymity of our covers helps, but sometimes I do feel at a disadvantage. As long as Sally doesn't get any funny ideas, we'll be fine. Big Chuck is mine, all mine."

"That he is," her picaroon Captain agreed, "all yours." He smiled at her salaciously, and waved the graduated steel member in front of her face. "But the crew gets to go first today."

Oh! "Oh, my goodness, that's mighty magnanimous of you, Captain," Sarah said, raising an eyebrow, "sharing me with your crew."

"What can I say? I'm a generous pirate. I share the booty," he retorted, swatting her on the ass.

"OH! That you are, even if you have been a big tease so far. Kiss me, you big-dicked, slaver."

"Ahem. Whose giving the orders right now?"

"That was a request, Sir. Please, Sir, kiss me... possessively."

"I can do that," he said, snickering as he put a dollop of lube on the end of the graduated steel rod and set the bottle down. He stood, leaning over her, spreading his open hand between her breasts, and planted a hard, aggressive, and very passionate kiss on her, forcing her wanton lips open. She felt his dreadlocks delectably brushing her breasts. Then as his tongue came in, she felt the end of the steel rod against her, and gasped into his mouth when it penetrated her and pushed in as well.

Staring at him open mouthed, and enthralled, when he broke the kiss, she completely missed the fact that he'd picked up the chain between her nipple clamps. Her eyes flew down to his hand when she felt them tug, and then another gasp passed her lips when he pulled up on the dildo now buried half way in her, pressing it firmly into the front side of her vagina, seeming to lift her with it as she rotated her hips.

"Still the Cap'n's plaything, me beauty. Time for more fun. Steel yourself," he said devilishly with an eyebrow waggle. "Get it? Steel?"

"Oh, funny, haha," she muttered, through a soft moan, her eyes fixed on his fist up against her crotch, "You're full of surprises today, Captain Bartowski."

"Captain Bartowski. Huh, I like the ring of that. Maybe I won't sell you at the slave auction, after all. I like hearing that from you."

"I'd prefer it if you kept me. If you do, you know I'll make it worth your while." Sarah slowly licked her lips and teeth very suggestively.

"Whoa." This time it was her nerd's turn to stare. "All in good time, lass'," he intoned, drawing the dildo slowly back. He stopped when the flange of the rounded head, machined on the end, hooked the top of her entrance, and her breath hitched sharply. "Time to still your mouth again, and watch, wench," he said commandingly, slowly looking down.

Sarah eyes followed his, and fell on the thick shiny rod he was now holding by the ring on the end. She watched it gradually slide in, her eyes fixed on the measuring scale as he pushed it, and its girth filled her. It was a remarkable turn-on. The number three slipped in, then the four, and her breath started to quicken, then caught, when she felt a slight bump just as the engraved five disappeared. She could feel her body adjusting, and watched the rest of the large steel rod slowly glide in, the 7" mark passing in lastly, the index mark a half inch from the end. All that protruded now was the ring. "Wow," she let slip, breathily, overcome by the sight and the cool, hard sense of fullness.

"Yeah. Wow," Chuck agreed, his eyes large and aflame. He untied the thick rope from around her waist and threaded it through the rings on the ends of the dildo and butt plug. Then her pirate carefully retied it like before, slightly loosely around her waist, just enough to pull the waist loop up from her belly and down her front some when the crotch-rope was drawn taut under it, placing the balance point over the top of her pubis. Finally, spreading her labia around the thick nautical line, he tested it, lifting her up.

Her moan was long and deep. Sarah felt the heavy rope pushing on the rings, pressing the base plate of the plug onto her anus, and the dildo further into her as it once again cleaved into her pudenda. Chuck set her back down, and her eyes followed the rope instinctively to the connections above her. Everything was still tied to the pulleys up above; the three ropes leading from her crotch, her breasts clamps, and her hair. All he had to do was hoist her back up. And after realigning her ponytail on top of her head, he did just that, rather swiftly.

A soft shriek came from her as the rope bit, and she was pulled suddenly up into a bow again, the ballast bag lifting from the bed with a little bounce when her picaroon nerd abruptly stopped pulling. He never gave her time to even lift herself it happened so fast. Sarah watched him tie the rope off, already beginning to huff and puff, arching her back further to lower the bag again while she held herself up, her gaze fixed upon her lifted breasts hanging from her clamped nipples.

Chuck was observing her, clearly fascinated by her response to it. "This looks good. You look... incredible," he said, sounding satisfied that everything was adjusted about right. She watched him reach down and turn the hourglass over. "I think I'll leave you to enjoy this leg of your journey alone for a while." He gave her a little smile while her eyes traveled between him and the hourglass with incredulity. "Pace yourself, Sarah, you have a lot further to go before this voyage is over. We'll be sailing into uncharted waters today."

And so her pleasurable torture began anew. Sarah watched her surprising nerd walk into the kitchen. It became eerily quiet, except for the distant sound of the surf, her gradually quickening puffs of breath, the creaking of the ropes from her bonds, and the sound of the pulley turning as the ballast bag began to rise and fall. After a while she heard the noise of what sounded like Chuck preparing a meal. She had a funny feeling she would be fasting today, that her rogue wasn't going to give her any breaks, much like she had done to him. I wanted this, she thought as the rope between her legs began to wind her up again like a top. I may as well try to enjoy the voyage.

Shortly after half the sand had fallen through the glass, the waves washed over the deck, and she climaxed, like a broadside cannon volley, the big guns ripple-firing from both decks. Sarah shrieked, and she shook, shooting up and down on the rope like a demon possessed. It was mind-blowing, and a part of her that knew where she really was, and was quaking with fear, deathly afraid that what was happening would wake her up. She looked desperately for something that would ground her, anything to keep her here, keep herself in this moment.

She found it, or rather him, standing in the kitchen doorway; her Chuck, the pirate. He was awestruck. She must have been quite a sight, and she could feel the wetness of her cum oozing around the crotchrope. Chuck looked frozen in time, wide-eyed, with his mouth hanging wide open.

Gradually the tempest blowing through her abated, and she settled into calmer seas, still rising and falling, but at a now slower tempo. Her picaroon Captain was still watching, trapped in this scene of his own making along with her. After a while Sarah found that she was edging, riding a wave just under the point of breaking over, carried forward by the swells of pleasure, and pulled back down in the troughs of pain.

After a few minutes, Chuck walked back into the kitchen again, leaving her adrift. It was the vicious cycle she'd seen clearly at the beginning, and it was slowly beginning to frustrate her as she rose and fell to the rhythm of it.

Then she saw him from the corner of her eye. Oh, SHIT! Not THAT!

He was carrying one of her favorite toys. Her Magic Wand. Damn, was that thing ever aptly named. She's used it to great effect on herself for years, especially during that very frustrating period of time when she'd been trapped in a state of limbo, with an asset with whom she was very much in love. a period of time in which she knew she'd also found release in other ways, but ways that were painfully hiding from her.

She'd shown the wand to Chuck shortly after they'd decided to be together. They'd used it on each other in their very first real BDSM scene. From that point on it had become something else entirely. It truly lived up to its name. When Chuck had it in his hands he became a wizard, and she became the instrument of his magic. He carried it into the room and grinned at her. Sarah didn't know whether she should be elated or afraid. This could turn into torture of a completely different kind.

He crouched down in front of her, watching her rise and fall to her own internal rhythm, riding the edge of that wave. "I didn't know you would react the way you did to all this," he said with wonder and a little apprehension coloring his voice. "I'd planned this from the beginning, some sweet nostalgia, so I'm going to stick with your original trip itinerary."

"May as well shoot me out of a cannon," she said breathlessly, already resigned to her fate, "You know what that thing does to me."

"Yeah. You know I do," he said, tying the globe of the powerful massager to her crotch rope over her clitoris with a thin cord. "But that's the way it goes, me beauty, you'll have to endure it til the sands run out."

"Oh, God."

"Hey, how bad can it be?"

"You... have no... idea, Captain Bartowski, I have twice... as many nerve... endings down there as... you," she stuttered, between raspy panting breaths.

"Wow. You know how to light up a nerd's imagination, and make him jealous, too. Probably not a good idea under the circumstances."

"No. I can already see it's not," she murmured, "If you hang around... to watch this, you won't... need... your imagination, Captain."

"You know what to say if it gets to be too much."

"Yes."

"I'll stay close."

"Thank you."

She gazed at her husband, her pirate, as he plugged the vibrator into a power strip he'd strung near the foot of the bed, wondering why she hadn't seen it before. Their eyes locked. "Time to light the fuse," he said teasingly as he flipped the switch. The Magic Wand was already set to high, and it hit her like a high voltage jolt, right between the legs.

"We'll be doing this again," her pirate nerd warned as Sarah shot into subspace at warp speed. "Still several of the crew waiting for their turn with you."

She gave him a sharp, goggle-eyed nod "Oh, God," she wailed shrilly, her tempo on the rope suddenly thrown into overdrive. Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God... Oh. My. GOD!

Chuck took several steps back, and watched in total shock when she started to sing like a canary. He'd never seen anything like it from her. Her wild panting voice shot up ever higher by the minute with the cadence of a chattering machine gun. Then she squealed loudly, her back locked in an acute arch as she shuddered violently. She fell, dropping like a stone back to the bottom, where she shook some more, and then shot back up with loud shriek this time, her eyes riveted to the hourglass.

Her pirate took a step toward the power strip, ready to shut it off if she uttered their one word. But she shook her head emphatically at him, her eyes wide, her shrieking soprano breath blasting out of her wide open mouth. It was torture, of the most artful and pleasant kind. Sarah jerked up and down on the rope, the sandbag rising and falling like a pile driver as she wailed and whimpered with utter and complete abandon. She knew Chuck could see what was happening.

She was caught in a chain of orgasms without end, a chain that wouldn't break until the sands ran out, or until she broke and said the word. He looked tortured just watching her as she climaxed so powerfully her cum squirted around the rope splitting her vulva. She'd warned him. His imagination had completely taken its leave. He no longer needed it. And it was so obvious he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

It went on, and on, and on. Thankfully the sands ran out, and in a strange existential moment Sarah saw herself in this surreal world through her Chuck's own eyes. She wasn't only experiencing it, she was watching it, watching herself as her husband's barely contained emotions inundated her mind.

He was counting his blessings that she, his Sarah, had climaxed on her own when she did. Because there was simply no way he'd have been able to watch this tableau for nearly half an hour like he'd originally planned. He shut off the switch and immediately lowered her, his captured slave-girl, back down to her seat. She could see she was completely sated, her eyes unfocused and glazed, and she felt his concern for her. And it wasn't even lunch time yet.

In a strange, gray, out of body experience, she strode into the kitchen with Chuck, and within him as he stood with his back to the wall and his hands on his knees, slumped over in bewilderment. She wouldn't use the safeword, but he had to stay the course. He had to continue, and hope if he did go too far she'd finally say it. If he buckled now, she would surely see it as a sign of weakness. He had to keep being her picaroon Captain, be her Dom.

He had to give her more than she would ever have expected from him. It was time for him to pick up the gauntlet and be what she wanted, what she needed. It was time to make her say it. His thoughts came to her like he was speaking as clear as a cloudless day to her, and they felt like they were coming from a different reality. It was bewildering, and the words, along with their accompanying emotions, completely threw Sarah for a loop.

~D/s~

What the hell just happened?Sarah asked herself, trying to take stock of her once again vividly colored surroundings. Her arms, pulled up and back behind her head were still stretched tight, her shoulders aching from trying to hold them up in a comfortable position near her head. She looked down at the Magic Wand, hanging from the rope splitting her sex. "Oh, fuck," she muttered, "that's what happened. More of his black magic." Where is he? Dammit, I didn't use the word again. When am I gonna learn? "Chuck?"

Sarah carefully regarded her pirate Captain as he strode purposefully into the room. "I'm here," he said evenly, controlling his emotion admirably. "I wanted to give you some time to recover before your next assignment, Sarah," he said, pursing his lips. "One more like this one, then I'm going to do something a little different with you. Still a long way to go though."

She gulped, and then nodded as much as she could with her hair tied to the contraption the way it was, trying mightily to keep her own composure. It was all she could do. It was shocking to her how quickly he'd broken her, with sweet torturous bondage, and carefully applied and very powerful stimulation. Chuck just astounded her. He'd rendered her completely speechless with his skill at this art. Her nerd had never subjected her to this level of BDSM play before, and they'd hardly only begun. She was beginning to wonder if she'd make it through the day. And he'd said he already had a big night planned for her as well, and something special to cap it off. The very thought was overwhelming.

"Alright then. Steel yourself for the next crew member," he said, studying her with a thin and artful smile.

Funny, Chuck. Sarah gave him a weak grin. She couldn't manage anything more at the moment.

He slowly and methodically repeated the entire process with her, giving her time to recompose herself, and most likely himself, too. Her pirate changed the bonds of her arms again, this time taking them around the chair back and securing her wrists to the center with her fingers and thumbs wrapped together back-to-back with multiple loops of rope. Then he checked her fettered ankles and toes, making sure they weren't too loose, or too tight.

Sarah watched him in quiet astonishment, the only sounds she made being the ones he elicited from her when he handled her; a mixture of whimpers and moans, and jagged breaths. He was really pushing her back this time, and strangely enough, she was enjoying every minute of his creative application of Bill's homework assignment, an assignment that would have been edgeplay no matter how it played out.

When he removed her dildo and plug, replacing them with next size larger ones, she looked on, with the detached wonder of an entranced first time spectator at a lurid live sex show. Like before, he commanded her to watch him insert them inside her, and the psychological effect on her was, not too surprisingly, even more profound than the first time. This butt plug was bigger around than Big Chuck, and he wasn't that easy for her. She jerked, with a gasp, at the highly erotic sight of her body sucking it in. And this new, bigger, steel phallus was beginning to test her limits by the very sight of it.

Her breathing fell into a shallow pant before Sarah even watched her pirate push the head of the big shiny rod in. The inch markings slowly pressed in, 2", 3", 4"... 5. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt the bump again, this time when the 6" mark went in. She felt her body quickly trying to adjust, and number seven disappeared, then the eight, and then finally the 9 engraved just above the end. It really did freak her out a little, watching, and feeling, the big nine inch rod fill her up, pushing the end of her canal up for the last couple of inches.

This one was about an inch longer than Big Chuck and significantly bigger around, 2.33 inches in diameter to be exact. The number was engraved right on the shaft, and it was as humorous as it was intimidating. It filled her up so much. After her picaroon nerd had strung her back up on the thick crotch rope, the huge steel rod caused her to jump when she finally came back down to the bottom in exhaustion, the tip bumping solidly into her cervix the first few times she fell back down with a chattering motion and the biting rope pushed it further in.

She was beginning to already wonder what the next one would be like. Sarah didn't want to even think about the last gigantic one, but its huge, single eye was staring right at her, standing tall next to the hourglass.

It didn't take long at all before the combination of the bigger plug and that nine inch monster had her dancing like a marionette on the string. She'd spent the last twenty minutes transfixed on the hourglass, edging again, riding the crest of a wave that wouldn't break. Chuck had been sitting on the couch at the far side of the room, checking off boxes, and filling in some notes and figures on some forms on his laptop PC.

Bill needed all the details. It was quite unnerving, even considering their fake identities. Her pirate kept looking over at her every few minutes sometimes lingering, watching and listening to the erotic display she was showing him. Her eyes fell back on the huge dildos standing on each side of the antique timer again, and she swallowed heavily.

There was one more very large metal phallus and plug left for her on the pillow, and another conical shaped one, like the one standing next to the hourglass, only smaller. Sarah thought she could manage them, and then the only part of her assignment left would be those incredibly intimidating 'go/no-go gauges'.

Who was she kidding? Everything that was left for her looked frightfully intimidating. The steel dildo on the pillow was ten and a half inches long and over two and a have inches thick. Like the one already inside her, it said so right on it. She would have laughed if she could manage to fit it between her panting breaths.

Those huge metal objects really made her wonder about Sally Montague, the woman Chuck said had chosen them for her. Sally had a reputation, and it appeared that she was living up to it. But, if she was going to be honest, Sarah knew this was the sort of thing she herself would have done, and had done in her own colorful past.

Now she was on the receiving end of it, and that wasn't entirely new for her either. However, the femme domme wife of her Chuck's friend—and if she was going to be completely honest, a pair that were rapidly becoming both her and Chuck's friends, if only by the Internet—had shown an excitingly high level of creativity with this challenge. Sarah couldn't help but wonder where it might one day lead.

Her pirate slaver rose from the couch, and she watched him slowly stride across the room from the corner of her eye. A little over half of the sand had fallen. She glanced down at the Magic Wand, its globe hanging on the rope directly over her smashed clit under the thick twisted line. Chuck's booted feet came into view, and she looked up at him. It appeared like he was trying to decide. She looked back down, and saw the toe of his swashbuckler's boot hovering over the rocker switch on the powerstrip.

"I was supposed to start this about ten minutes ago," he said, with a hint of trepidation, "But you've been so stubborn and iron-willed, I didn't think you would you halt it. And thirty minutes of this seems like too much."

"I was ready twenty minutes ago," Sarah whispered, between short, quaking pants. She watched her picaroon slaver's eyebrows shoot up. Who knows, Captain Bartowski, maybe I might have held out to the end. Ha. Probably not.

"I'll file that one away for the next crew member," he said, tapping the side of his headwrap with his finger. "You may end up paying for that kind of bluster."

"I-I'll take everything you decide to do to me, a-and enjoy it," Sarah stuttered.

Chuck looked down with a wry smile, and her eyes followed his to the hourglass and the huge dildos flanking it. "Yes, we'll see about that, won't we?" he said sardonically, tapping his toe, with a click.

Thankfully, this time her body gave her a break, and her orgasms didn't chain together quite as tightly as they'd done the time before. She was huffing energetically right now, riding the edge, working her way back up. Each time she climaxed she could feel herself clamping down hard on the big phallus and plug inside her. The sensation of fullness was powerful and nearly overwhelming, and it seemed to intensify more each time. It was exhausting.

About half way through her wild ride, her nerd pirate stowed the silver case under the bed and climbed onto the mattress, sitting cross-legged in the center, watching the show. She could see herself in the mirror behind him, and could completely understand his enthralled fascination, as she watched herself, and him watching her.

The ballast bag rose and fell between them, punctuating her motion on the rope. Her head wobbled back and forth like a bobblehead doll on the taut line to her ponytail, and her breasts rose and fell along with it on the fettering clamps. She climaxed again, shuddering energetically for a few seconds at the top, then fell, and shrieked softly as the rope bit, bringing her to a screeching halt. When she came back up still vibrating from the protracted and all-consuming orgasm, her eyes fell on the hourglass. It was empty.

"Chuck," she exclaimed, breathlessly. He just sat there, staring at her, absorbed in her exhibition. He couldn't see the hourglass from where he was sitting, probably on purpose so he wouldn't fixate on it. "Chuck!" I not going to say it now, Chuck, not when I've made it this far!

He snapped out of it when he saw her staring at the unseen glass timer, and scrambled forward on the bed, looking over the edge of the mattress. Her nerd looked up at her and smiled wryly. "Guess you did go longer than I thought you could," he said with a touch of surprise. "Shall I turn it over again and see how far you can go before you'll say it?"

Oh. Fuck. You wouldn't! She stared back at him wide-eyed, panting raspingly. She knew that every second she was silent would egg him on. He would! "Chuuuck."

"Hmmm, not the right word," he mumbled, reaching down and turning the hourglass over.

"Chuck!"

He smiled sweetly back at her. "I love it when say my name like that, but it's not the word I need to hear the most right now."

Oh, FUCK! She watched his eyes pop wide as another rattling orgasm wracked her. "Oooooo, Fuuuuuuuuck!"

The mental image of her suddenly prolonged duress augmented everything, and her mind locked up as the cannons ripple-fired again in another broadside. Sarah shook uncontrollably for several minutes, snapping up and down, wildly. She didn't know how long it really was, her concept of time had completely left her. And her Chuck was frozen at the edge of the bed, caught up in the tableau along with her.

"P-P-P-Piiiineaaaapple!"

Chuck launched himself off the foot of the bed, almost taking a header as he reached for the switch, and then sprang to his feet to let her down. He stood there, grinning at her as she took gulping breaths, gazing back at him with deeply hooded and glassy eyes. Sarah looked in the mirror and was stunned by the sight. She looked completely, and utterly thralled.

"Well, it's about time," her pirate said with satisfaction, and walked toward the kitchen. He paused at the door, looking at her appraisingly. "You look like you need a break. I'm going to fix us some lunch. Then we'll continue."

About the time that she'd collected herself enough to feel like a little more than a puddle of goo, Chuck came out of the kitchen with a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. "You look a lot better," he quipped, smiling brightly.

"And you look mighty proud of yourself," Sarah grumbled with a tight, weak smile.

"Yes! Yes, I am. I finally got you to say it. It's been too long. I was beginning to wonder if you'd actually forgotten the word and were too stubborn to ask."

"Uh, huh," she huffed, "You are evil, Captain Bartowski."

"I'm trying to be," he answered, giving her that sweet affectionate smile again. "Lunch is ready, but first we have another of Bill's assignments to complete before we can eat."

"Huh?"

"Yes. It's just a little one," he said, pausing at the front door, holding his hand up with his thumb and forefinger an inch apart, the bottle of wine dangling in his grip. "And it will make lunch much more interesting." He wrinkled his nose at her and walked onto the porch.

What the hell?

Her swashbuckling slaver strode back into the room with a bounce to his step and untied her crotch rope, leaving the dildo and her butt plug in place. She watched a little breathlessly as the steel phallus came back out a couple of inches on its own accord, the number 7 showing in front of her as it came heavily to rest on the edge of the chair cushion. Chuck had picked up a leather belt from the toybox tray that also had graduations printed on it and two small d-rings riveted to the face. She looked on curiously as he strapped it around her waist with the rings on the front and back of her, and then reached back behind him, picking up the flat metal arc with the slot running down the center of its length.

"More interesting," Sarah said, cynically.

"Yes, much more interesting. Plus it fills one of Bill's measuring assignments. And just you wait, dinner will be even more interesting." He looked up at her open mouthed curiosity and grinned, pulling her forward by the belt, and then unscrewed the rings from the bottom of the dildo and the plug.

Removing something from his vest pocket, he screwed it onto the slot of the shiny curved piece of metal, and held it up to her so she could see what it was. Her eyebrows shot up. There was a small cup with spike inside it on the inside of the compound curved shape. It wasn't big, or particularly sharp, but it was definitely a spike; similar to one you might see on a dog collar, or, she snickered inwardly, one of her own collars, but much smaller.

Turning the curved slotted plate around for her, Chuck showed her the other side. It was essentially a metal pointer under a thumb-knob that pointed to the measurement hash-marks engraved on the plate. "It's a measurement index point," he quipped playfully.

"I can see that," Sarah said quietly, the corner of her mouth coming up in a guarded, half smile.

Chuck tilted his head into a shrug of his shoulder. "Gotta do it. It's required to get the proper measurements." She watched him as he pushed the end of the arch under her butt, adjusting the spiked cup a little. "This measurement will require your input," he said producing another thumbscrew from his pocket.

"Uh, huh."

She looked on, unconsciously holding her breath, while her nerd screwed the base of the dildo to the plate with the thumbscrew that also had a measurement pointer on it, and then pushed the phallus back in, her breath coming back with a hitch when it touched bottom again. Then he used another thumbscrew to secure the butt plug. Surprisingly, the arched plate seemed to fit perfectly onto the form of her crotch and pelvis, flexing as it slipped over her tail and pelvic bones, held in place by her shape alone. It was arousing to look at.

"All right. Now, if our body scans are correct these should also fit perfectly." He held up two flat pieces of machined metal with spring-loaded clips on each end. Reaching around behind her she felt him clip the ring on the top of her metal 'crotch strap' to the one on the belt. He then repeated it on the front, this time having to push up a bit on the metal band to make the clip connect as she took a sudden breath, and bit her lip.

"Wow. Perfect," she observed. The sensation was intoxicating.

"Yeah," her nerd responded absently, transfixed by the sight.

"Chuuuck."

"Huh?" He looked up at her bit-lipped smirk, "Oh, yeah, okay, moving on. Here," he said, loosening the knobs to dildo and plug a little more. "How does that feel? Like everything is centered? Where they belong?"

"Where they belong?" she muttered, giggling incredulously while she watched her nerd blush.

"Heh. Yeah, you know what I mean."

"Yes, that feels... just right."

"Okay, good," he said, grinning at her as he tightened the knobs. "Now for the most important part. This is where you really need to tell me when I get it exactly right."

"You always get it exactly right, but I'll try to help," she murmured, giving him a sweet, closed lipped smile.

"Aww, thank you, I try." He loosened the knob to the spike, currently resting right above the dildo, and began to slide it up. "Might be a little uncomfortable," he warned, pursing his lips.

"Says the pirate who had me hanging by a rope there for several hours."

"Yeah," he grinned back, raising his brows, "that pirate." He watched her carefully as he gradually slid the knob up her lips. "Tell me when me when it gets you, right there, dead center."

Sarah nodded, her lip still trapped under her teeth, and her breath hitched sharply again when she felt the cup push her hood up and the spike poke her, right, "There. Right there, Chuck."

"You sure?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm sure."

"Okay." Chuck drawled, tightening the knob. Then he read the numbers off the indexes and wrote them on his hand with a pen he'd pulled from his headwrap. "Alrighty, then. That takes care of that," he said, reaching to untie her toes under the chair. "Let's get some lunch."

"A more interesting lunch." Wow, I can sure feel that thing. I wonder what it's going to be like sitting down?

"Yes, that," he agreed with a chuckle, moving behind her after untying her ankles.

As she slowly unfolded her legs, getting the kinks out of them, Sarah felt her husband reach swiftly over her shoulders before he untied her wrists, and she let out a loud yelp, followed by a chattering moan, when he removed both her nipple clamps at the same time.

~D/s~

Sarah sat at the table on the porch with her pirate nerd eating a very light lunch of bruschetta and cheeses with a fine glass of red wine. Chuck smiled at her when she rubbed one her sore nipples which was distracting her from the odd pleasure/pain down below. She fidgeted in the chair, trying to find a position that didn't poke her so hard on the most sensitive part of her anatomy, but moved with great care because of the large steel dildo and plug that were also filling her to the brim. She looked down at it.

It looked like a chastity belt, fitting for what they were doing today, she thought, smiling wryly. It was uncomfortable and pleasurable at the same time, and very distracting. She figured that was part of the whole purpose, in addition to the larger measuring function of the belt. Fortunately lunch was short, and when Chuck rose from his chair and kissed her roughly, and very possessively, she figured that was her cue that the meal was over and it was time to head back to class.

She took a sudden breath when he made that point very clear, by pulling her to her feet with the leash he'd attached to the ring on the front of her belt after he'd untied her. "Come, my sweet lass', the rest of the crew awaits," he said with a smirk.

When they got back inside the cottage, her husband gazed down at her, and ran the back of his fingers down her cheek, ardor showing in his eyes. "Do you need to use the bathroom?"

"My bladder's kind of full," she answered a little embarrassingly, "It's been a long morning. I don't have to keep wearing this thing the rest of the day, do I?"

"No. Not exactly. At least not for a little while yet," he said cryptically. "Stand still, legs apart, fingers interwoven on the back of your neck."

"You mean 'display', Master?"

"Exactly," Chuck replied, waggling his brows.

He crouched down in front of her, when she followed his order, and carefully removed the belt, then the dildo, still attached to the metal band. She stood, captivated, by the sight of the big graduated rod sliding out of her. Lastly, he removed her butt plug, eliciting a breathy sigh from her when it pulled free. It all left her feeling strangely empty.

"Take your time if you need to," he said, looking up at her. "Primp yourself again, but don't remove the braid from your hair."

When she nodded, Chuck rose up and, taking her face in his hands under her jaw, kissed her ardently. "I keep forgetting you've read the books and know the commands and poses, Kajira," he said quietly, their lips still only inches from each other. "My slave nerdette. After all this time, I still can't believe it. We should use all of them from now on. It would make what we're doing easier, especially if you really want me to be more domineering when we do this. One word commands, no ambiguity."

"I can do that," Sarah replied softly with a smile. Inside she was gaily giggling. He called me a nerd! And his Kajira! "I'm liking this 'take charge' Chuck, a lot."

"Good. When you get done we'll pick up where we left off." He took her by the elbow and spun her towards the bathroom door, swatting her firmly on the ass again. "Oh, while I'm thinking about it," he said as she reached the door to their spacious bathroom, "You're done sitting down for a while. You'll be on your toes until dinner time."

Sarah gave him a deer in the headlights look for a moment, and then came to her senses when he grinned at her, and waved his hand with a shooing motion. Scuttling into the bathroom, she quickly closed the door. What? On my toes?, she thought with her back to the door again. What is that supposed to mean? Oh, Jeez, you are so evil, Captain Bartowski.

Just like that morning, she looked up into the mirror again, and saw nothing but wild excitement flickering in her dark blue/gray eyes. It was a feral and untamed look, but nevertheless, her nerd had been very successful at taming it today. Her eyes traveled down her body.

She still had rope marks from being bound to the chair and one around the back and sides of her waist from the crotch rope. Surprisingly, her most sensitive parts didn't feel nearly as tender as she thought they would. They were pink, and a little sore, but otherwise fine. She figured it was probably because of the very large diameter rope her rogue had used on her. Sarah took a deep breath and set about taking care of herself.

When she came out of the bathroom the first thing that caught her eye was a suede, leather flogger hanging over the side canopy rail of the bed frame, and two more wooden nautical pulleys flanking it, spread fairly wide apart. Several coils of that thick rope laid on the bed. "On your toes. Oh, fuck. He's going to suspend me." Did I just say that out loud?

"You sound excited," her pirate said, walking in from the porch with a lopsided grin. "Yes, you're in for a pirate treat, me blonde haired wench. What day on a pirate ship would be complete without being hung from the yardarm and flogged at least a couple of times?" He rubbed his hands together, the mischievous glint in his eyes becoming more dark and smoldering. "No rest for the wicked, me beauty, time to pay your penance some more. Then there's that matter of the crew..."

Sarah swallowed with that deer in the headlights look in her eyes again; or more accurately, a 'caught in the middle of the road at night, naked' look. He smiled thinly at her when she didn't move, and came over to take her by the upper arm, guiding her to the side of the bed.

She looked on, a little awestruck, while her nerd—God, she didn't know if she could even call him that anymore—picked up one of the thick nautical ropes and started to carefully wrap it around her wrist in a pattern that would distribute the load of her weight without tightening, or otherwise cause her any serious discomfort. Chuck had suspended her before, but always with special leather cuffs specially designed to do it without undue pain or injury.

Suspending someone with rope was a special art, one that Chuck looked like he'd been practicing, judging by his rope work. She examined the rope 'cuff' when he was done with it and had begun tying her other wrist. It wrapped her wrist and lower hand in six snug loops of the large diameter rope, from below her wrist bones, to the top of her metacarpal bone of her thumb. It would distribute the load of her weight over a large area while also drawing her hand into a point.

The haul rope came from underneath, up across the lifeline of her palm, so she could grab it if she felt it became necessary. It was a thoughtful gesture under the circumstances, not one they'd had the luxury of experiencing a couple of dicey times in their life as spies.

When he completed her other hand, he started on her feet, tying a little more simple cuff since they wouldn't be bearing her weight, but one that still wouldn't tighten on her ankle when pulled upon. She saw him tie the last knot, and then stand up in front of her, so very close, taking the ropes from her wrists in his hands, his hot breath on her ear.

"Spread your legs," he commanded, using that voice, the one that always got her attention and put her on high alert. As she followed his order, she found herself looking up at him towering over her, steadied by his grip on her wrist restraints, and her eyebrows rose when he said, "Wider."

He grinned down at her devilishly, so much like the character he was portraying, and then slowly crouched again, laying a breezy kiss on her lips as he passed. She watched him tie her ankles off to the bedposts, very close to the floor, after adjusting her feet a little, leaving close to three feet of the taut, heavy rope between her ankles and bottoms of the posts. Then he bounded to his feet, and excitedly ran around the bed. Climbing onto it, and standing on the mattress, he took the ropes from her wrists and strung them through the pulleys on the canopy frame over her. He hauled them tight, pulling her arms up outstretched, and leaned in to lay a nipping kiss under her ear.

Sarah couldn't help but giggle despite her new predicament, and she craned her neck around trying to glimpse what he was up to, but to no avail. Then when she turned around and looked over her other shoulder she saw him, stringing the ropes over another block on the opposite rail at the corner of the canopy. He jumped down to the floor and hauled the line in a single motion, and she rose onto her tiptoes, the lines to her ankles becoming tighter, drawing her legs even wider.

She could bear her weight on her feet, just barely, but if she dropped even a little off her toes, she was hanging by her widely outstretched wrists, forming a near perfect 'X'. Her legs would tire quickly in this position, and she would spend most of her time suspended, but she could also take some of the strain off her arms for a little while at a time. It was a very clever and devious bondage tie.

After a moment he appeared in front of her again with a tight-lipped smirk on his face. Damn, she hated smirkers, and her pirate Chuck was playing that card for all it was worth. In his hand he held the muzzle gag, the one he'd ceremoniously laid out on the bed earlier. She narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you kidding me?" he asked, incredulously, "After the other day, you have the nerve to give me that look?"

She smirked back at him and wrinkled her nose. "I'm only doing what's expected of me," she retorted, her smile pursing tight. "Besides, it's not like I'm in any kind of position to really argue about it."

"Ha! You better not argue. Look up."

Sarah looked up at the rubber beaded tips of the suede leather flogger tails hanging almost in her face. Oh, ho, ho, ho. I'm going to remember this, Chuck. "Fine. Like I said earlier," she muttered, meeting his taunting gaze, "Do what you will, I'll enjoy it."

"Works for me. Your enjoyment is my enjoyment," he answered with a syrupy pirate smile and a twirling wave of his hand. He removed the red dildo from the gag and pulled the harness over her head, and after pushing the large panel of the gag over her mouth, positioning a notch in it against the bottom of her nose, he began to methodically tighten the straps, leaving the one under her chin the only one loose with the rubber dildo hanging from it on its chain.

Sarah knew why. She'd read their instructions in the homework case when it had arrived with raised eyebrows. The hole in rubber center section of the panel was now empty. At the moment she could breathe through it, and a short round section of the formed rubber was protruding into her mouth, just inside her front teeth. It was very clear to her what was coming her way.

"So much for any arguments," Chuck quipped, giving her a wrinkled nosed sneer. "Just so you know, and knowing how curious you always are, I'm sure you already do know, but anyway... this is part of the homework assignment. And to be honest, I'm not very excited about it, so we'll get it done quickly, and hopefully without too much discomfort."

Sarah nodded, staring back at him, and stuck her curled tongue out at him through the hole in the panel. Who's arguing? Do it, Chuck, she thought with a challenging giggle.

Chuck laughed. "Okay, okay. I should have known you'd provoke me. So, let's test Sarah's gag reflex, shall we?"

He picked up just what she expected from the bed behind her. Dildo number one, the seven and a half inch one, with a ring on the end of it. Then, looking her in the eye, he pushed it into the hole in the panel. She watched it go in as it filled her mouth and its girth spread her jaw open wider, taking some of the slack out of the strap under her chin.

Chuck tightened the strap, and gave her a shrug, reading the numbers of the scale on the strap. Her eyes followed him as he jaunted over to his PC and tapped some keys. He wasted no time when he returned, immediately grasping the rod by the ring, and gradually pushed it into her throat. Sarah lifted her head as it came in, trying to keep the passage straight, controlling her breathing through her nose, swallowing carefully and deliberately.

Her picaroon captain pushed the large phallus in until the number 7 disappeared into the panel, and gazed at her in astonishment as she looked up at him with triumph, and maybe a little bit defiance in her blue eyes. He left it in for a moment watching her curiously, wondering how she did it, then pulled it slowly out. He reached behind her again, and held the second one up next to the first for comparison's sake. It was much bigger, and he loosened the chin strap some more.

With a raised brow he trepidatiously pushed it in. Slowly the numbers went in, and just after the number 8.5 passed the panel, she suppressed a gag as it pushed past her epiglottis. Like the one before it, her ability to breathe had been cut off long before that when it pushed into her throat. Nevertheless, careful and uncomfortable Chuck pulled it back enough so she could take a breath again. That was about as much as he could give her.

Sarah knew it had always amazed him that she could do that, deep throat all of him like that. There was no way to tell him he could have left it all the way in longer as he tightened the strap and read the measurement before pulling it out. The assignment said they didn't have to do more than this, but he gave her curious lopsided smile. "One more?" he asked, teasingly.

Why not? She humorously watched his abject surprise when she nodded back, up for the challenge. If he only new. He was being way too careful. If she could take over eight inches, she could take much, much more, and had. The CATs knew how to play rough. Chuck shook his head with a nervous grin and, after entering the measurement on his PC, walked around to the foot of the bed, picking up the last one of the regular 'crew members' from the pillow.

Stepping back in front of her, holding it up, he watched her eyes imperceptibly get bigger and darken as she looked at it while he loosened the chin strap. "Are you sure? You don't have to, it's not part of the assignment. I'm not sure this thing will even fit in the gag."

She nodded back slowly, a strange and comically smutty pride showing in her big, blue eyes.

"Okay," he said, dragging the word out, "Ready or not, here he comes..."

Wow, was it big. It was the girth of the huge thing that was the biggest obstacle. She could see it was a challenge for Chuck simply pushing it through the rubber hole in the gag. At first she didn't think she'd be able to get her mouth open wide enough to accept it, but 'fortunately' her nerd had oriented the narrowest part of the head between her teeth and, with a little tilt, it squeaked by through the rubber sleeve.

It filled her mouth completely, and it was so big it pinched her nasal passage all the way shut at the rear of her mouth, quickly cutting off her ability to breathe through her nose. Deep throating was always breathplay, but this big phallus seemed to really drive the point home as it pushed past her pharynx and she tried to relax.

She tilted her head back again her pirate nerd pushed it in; one, startling, inch, at a time. This giant thing could go in a full nine and a half inches and still leave an inch spare. She knew she could accept that, but that she'd have to suppress a gag long before it happened, especially with a phallus in her mouth that was a full two-thirds of an inch in diameter larger than her Chuck.

Remarkably, as Chuck looked at her wide-eyed, she accepted all of it this time too, without tipping him off. Chuck stared at it in complete disbelief before he came to his senses and pulled most of it out, but leaving some in, tightened the strap under her chin. He shrugged again with an artful grin. "May as well get another data point," he muttered, under his breath. "Bill and Sally are not going to believe this. I don't believe it."

He could see her smiling at him with her eyes, and her wrinkling nose confirmed it.

He pulled the huge phallus free of the mask and grinned back, "God..." he whispered, "Damn near the whole thing. I do not know how you do that."

Something tells me you wouldn't really be that interested in finding out, Chuck. It's obvious this isn't your sort of thing.

He took a deep breath and smiled at her. He looked relieved. "So much for that. I don't really know why that was necessary, I'd never shove a gag that far down your throat. Me thinks it was just Sally playing head games again." He choked off a laugh, "Oh, my gosh, that came out in an ironic way, didn't it?"

Sarah nodded back jerkily, and a short funny laugh escaped from the hole. Then she saw Chuck grasp the red plug swinging on the chain below her chin, and she raised her brow as he held it up in front of her face.

"Heh. You didn't think I was going to let you all the way off the hook for that special performance, did you?"

She shook her head slowly in resignation, dropping her chin.

"Hey, it's only a little one." He turned the phallus shaped plug around, giving her a good look at it. "See it's not as big as the others. Well, maybe a little bigger around than Big Chuck 2, but much shorter. Besides, it's time for your first flogging," he said with a comical pirate wave of his hand, "I think we should do this right, don't you?"

Big Chuck 2. You goofball. She nodded slowly back, her excitement suddenly showing in her eyes.

"Ha! I love these nonverbal answers you give me. You're so expressive with your eyes." He placed the five inch dildo into her gag, and to her surprise, pushed it most of the way in. "That should be enough," he said teasingly, cinching the chin strap.

She rolled her eyes again in response, and her pirate captain reached up and pulled the flogger down from the canopy frame above her, the tails swishing by, right in front of her face. "Time for a few kisses, lass'. Time to warm you up."

She looked on, captive and mute, as he tested the whip, swinging it a few times in front of her, feeling its motion in his hand as it cut the air, teasing her with it. This is new. He's showing me some power. I wonder if he'll actually apply it? she pondered, observing the way the beads on the ends of the tails seemed to be moving through the air rather quickly, even making some noise.

She jumped when it landed on the inside of her thigh with a slap. Damn! That was stron— He spun it deftly around, and stung her again on the other thigh, from the opposite side. Holy... fuck! Whatta way to start, Captain Bartowski!

Sarah bounced on her toes from the surprising intensity of the strokes. He didn't strike her exceedingly hard, but it was alarming nonetheless. Chuck had never shown this much enthusiasm with even low-intensity erotic punishment. She wondered if he could possibly keep this up. Something told her the answer to that question might lie with her. Two more quick slaps to her flanks also provided an answer. She yelped behind the gag when the beads swung around her hips and smacked her on the ass, trying to choke it off so it wouldn't scare him.

He looked at her appraisingly, obviously trying to read her eyes, keeping his cool Dom Carmichael expression. Then he swung again with quick flicks of his wrist around both her hips in rapid succession. They were the same intensity, maybe a little less, but they still got her attention, and she gasped through her nose.

It stung, but it felt wickedly erotic and pleasurable at the same time. She could feel a rosy heat rising from under the blows, spreading through her loins, accompanied by a thick wetness down below.

The next two slapped her firmly in the lower belly, the tails draping across her upper thighs and hips, and she jerked hard enough to nearly come off her feet when she instinctively attempted to lift her legs in front of her. He seemed to be swinging the flogger in pairs, reversing the swing in a swishing loop through the air with a twist of his wrist after the first blow landed. Two more landed almost immediately lower down again across her upper thighs, then another two with no delay higher up on her belly.

Her wild breath blasted from her nostrils. Even though the blows were solidly in the gray area above erotic love taps, they were well below the threshold of serious punishment, but still very authoritative, and libidinously intense. He stopped for a few seconds watching her reaction, then struck her again with four rapid strokes, paused, and then six more, paused, and then eight.

Sarah stared at him with darkening eyes of blue, huffing through her nose, feeling the sting and the heat beginning to blend both inside and out, as she jerked and swung on the ropes. More measured and rapid kisses of the tails landed, leaving her whimpering behind her mask with wild-eyed excitement, and that wet sensation between her legs began to feel like it was going to overflow.

Their eyes met and she saw something controlled, but mercurial, and slightly feral... mixed with fear. It was so very Chuck. "You like that, wench? Completely uncharted waters for us, aye?" he asked, lasciviously, swinging the tails of the flogger in front of her. "You want more of this?"

Even though the words carried the proper timber and tone, and his face was calm and stoic, she could now see the trepidation and nervousness in his eyes. He was pushing himself, hard. Sarah nodded back to him energetically, trying to let her pirate nerd know she was okay, that he was doing exactly what she wanted. Even so, she was so amazed he was doing this to her, for her, that he'd stepped it up this far. Their play with whips and other 'toys' of this type had thus far been only a little more than mild love taps.

This was a very big move up the scale for her brave nerd, but he could still go much further, the only question was how far. He must have been reading her mind. She saw something more in his eyes, something she hadn't seen in a long while. No. Did he just flash?

Her picaroon captain suddenly smiled brightly at her, seemingly buoyed by her enthusiasm, and resumed with vigor. Swinging the tails in a circle, he let the tips strike first, and then gradually brought the entire tail into each stroke, letting them wrap around her, working his way up and down the front of her. Sarah could feel herself starting to dance more in her bonds, wiggling and writhing under the staccato rhythm of the strokes.

His cadence sped up, and then slowed, mixed with constant changes in intensity as he came close to her most sensitive areas. She was dumbstruck by how adept he was, because he was filling his costume and the role so well. God! He had to have been practicing this! He had to! He doesn't have the Intersect! And I can't believe something like this would even be in it!

No sooner had the thought crossed her mind, a flurry of obviously lighter strokes struck her upper belly and worked up across her breasts and back down. Sarah squealed and moaned into her gag, her breath halting and staggering through her nose as she jerked in a rapid oscillation with her feet off the floor. She flew into subspace. More light rapid strokes landed on her upper thighs, and began to lace across her pubis and sex, then work more intensely back up her belly.

The heat radiated from her loins as she felt the seductive and erotic kiss of the whip moving toward her breasts again, and then across them and back down. She felt like her entire body had become a sexual organ as the heat built, threatening to make her combust like a struck match. Her pirate's pace slowed, and his blows became more intense as he moved away from her sensitive parts, then it quickened and became lighter again as he took the tails back onto her most tender of flesh below.

Her dance became wild and frantic as the tails trailed down her hips and thighs with more vigor, and a constant hissing moan came from the gag panel and her nose. Sarah's eyes burned brightly at her lover with a deep, blue fire as he worked the whip back up, the blows getting heavier as the whip climbed her legs.

Their gaze met again, and she saw all of him in those dark rum colored pirate eyes. He was her artful nerd, Chuck Bartowski, Agent Charles Carmichael, and her dark Dominic, stacked into delicious tasting layers; brave, insightful, ingenious, cunning, cold, and calculating, with touching emotion frosting the top of the cake. And now he was also her rogue pirate captain. He was astounding.

Then, just when she thought he was going to carry the tails into her nether regions again, without tempering the blows, he stopped.

~D/s~

Sarah sagged in her bonds with a loud whimpering sigh. She was so terribly conflicted. If she could have spoken she would have told him not to stop, tried to spur him on. That's when it occurred to her why he probably insisted she wear the gag. So she couldn't do that to him, or let himself get emotionally wrapped up in a possibly unnerving vocal response from her and stop it too soon, or let it get out of hand. He was using her gag to control himself as much as her.

Chuck was still so very obviously out of his comfort zone as her Dom. Gazing down at herself she saw that he'd left nary a welt on her, only evenly blended pink and some multiple darker lines of pink on her legs and belly. She hung there panting, waiting for him, resigned to letting him set the tone and the pace.

Sarah moaned softly when she felt her Chuck's fingers caressing her sex, "Whoa," he breathed, "You are so wet. Well, there's no doubt that certainly warmed you up good. I think this was a perfect way to introduce you to the next crew members, me beauty." Her pirate nerd's words got her attention with a bluster that sounded a little forced, and maybe even a bit relieved. "Now we have another part of the homework assignment to complete, then I'm going to leave you to your own devices for the rest of the afternoon."

What? My own devices? She watched as he smiled thinly at her glassy-eyed curiosity. Great, now he's being cryptic when I have a big rubber penis in my mouth, Sarah thought, sarcastically. What you just did was wonderful, Chuck, but give me a break, okay? She rolled her eyes and shook her head with an annoyed "Mmmmf," behind her gag.

His smile grew a little from her precocious gesture. "You okay?" he asked with a tilt of his head, raising his eyebrows.

She rolled her eyes at him again, and bobbed her head from side to side while flapping her hands exaggeratedly. His smile turned goofy and crooked. Like he'd seen something very reassuring in her gesture, one that gave him reason to relax.

"So you enjoyed that?"

Well, duh. She nodded vigorously at him trying to make sure the excitement she was feeling was showing through in her eyes.

"Getting tired of me asking questions when you can't talk?"

She narrowed her eyes and gave him a crisp nod.

Chuck nervously laughed. "Okay, I'll get on with it. The gag stays for a while. We still haven't really touched your backside, and you're probably going to need it until then anyway." He grinned again when she looked at him wide-eyed with almost feral anticipation. "I wanted to see your face during that first round, I really needed to," he said with a little shrug. "And it was... amazing," he softly added, his face full of awe.

Sarah then watched as he then strode back around the bed, craning her neck in an attempt to see him arrange several objects on the bed behind her. Her nerd then returned with the full body harness covered with measurement markings and the metal crotch strap.

"This harness is probably redundant because of our body scans but the fit of the upper part of it is critical. Well, that, and I think you look smoking hot in a full body harness," he said with the eyebrow dance, "Plus, this one works well with this crotchbar attachment thingy... and wait, there's more," he added, sounding like a late night TV commercial.

The sensation of all the leather straps felt exhilarating as her nerd—yes, she could still call him that—tightened them around her outstretched body. The upper part of the harness had a multi-strapped bra of sorts integrated into it with metal rings for her nipples in the center of the adjustable banded cups. She watched him carefully adjust every strap on the harness part of it and the cups, getting the fit perfect, and very snug, while centering the rings over her aureoles. It made her tits stand straight out with a very rounded, alluring, and provocative shape to them.

He then picked up the other 'toys' he'd set on the bed behind her. Standing in front of her, he very slowly, and very deliberately attached the huge, ten and a half inch, steel dildo—the one she'd taken so far into her mouth only a short while before—to that slotted metal crotch strap she'd been wearing at lunch. But this time he used one of those metal cylinder shaped bases with the cable coming from the bottom of it, to screw it onto the compound curved piece of sculpted metal.

Sarah's mind started to run wild on her, like a runaway horse in the surf. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place as she saw him screw the very large butt plug onto the 'belt' with the second one of the corded devices that she'd seen resting on the pillow at the beginning of her day. My own devices. For the rest of the day. Strung up like this. Oh. My. God. And that spike is still on it! Oh, Fuck! Jeez, Chuck!

Swallowing heavily behind the thick rubber cock in her mouth, Sarah was unable to say a single word of protest. Which was probably just as well, because she doubted she would have protested anyway, and the gag served well as an excuse for going along with her currently lurid and slutty imagination.

She looked on entranced as her husband dripped lubricant onto the tips of the huge rod and plug and then crouched down in front of her. He ran his fingers around the wet ends and length of them, and then wiped his fingertips teasingly up and down her labia before dipping two of them into her for a moment, drawing them in and out with his thumb held tight against her clit. His other two fingertips then caressed her perineum back to her anus, and Sarah drew a sharp breath when they dove in.

It was an amazingly pleasurable distraction as he finger fucked her in both orifices. He'd sucked her so far in she'd hardly noticed when her dripping wet box was suddenly vacant and he pulled her forward with three fingers in her ass. That is, until Sarah felt the big tip of the dildo pushing into her entrance.

Gasping intensely through her nose, she watched mesmerized as he pushed the huge rod into her while he withdrew his fingers from her ass. He controlled her position with it as it went in, and she was overcome by the sight and sensation of it filling her up, traveling in as the metal arc it was attached to rose closer to her crotch. Sarah felt that bump, and her breath caught with a moan, and her body went rigid. Her ever perceptive Chuck paused for her, watching her closely, and after a moment she nodded to him, and he continued.

She then felt another bump when the big butt plug hit her anus. Sarah knew she was going to be in for it, because as the plug went into her ass and seated, she would also be taking in something into her vagina larger and longer than she had done in a long, long time. It almost made the idea of taking in the huge plug seem anticlimactic because she was more worried if she could make room for the even bigger steel dildo.

She watched her picaroon captain's eyes darken as he pushed harder, causing her to expel a slow whimpering breath as she felt the very big plug going in, and the ends of the semi-rigid metal strap the devices were attached to, sliding tightly over her pubic and tail bones.

Throwing her head back, a deep, ragged, and high-pitched gasp blasted through her nose when the plug seated, sucking the rest of huge dildo in along with it. The spike in the small metal cup that enclosed her clit punctuated the entire lurid experience as the phallus rammed home. Hanging from her bonds, staring with glazed eyes at the ceiling, she shook back and forth for a few seconds from the intense sensations of the large objects filling her so completely, and the stab, from the tip of the metal spike pressing right into her most tender and sensitive part.

Then she felt Chuck doing something below, and looked down to watch him attach and tighten the three converging straps on the bottom of her body harness to the rings on the ends of the metal arc running under her crotch. He pulled them rather surprisingly tight, causing the flesh of her crotch to pucker out around the metal strap circling under it, and the spike to bite even harder. After that, he meticulously finished tightening all the remaining straps on the lower part of her harness.

Her breath began to come to her shorter and shorter as she surveyed her situation and took stock of the feelings wracking her body and mind. This game her nerd was playing was a shrewd one, much more psychologically intense that she'd imagined it could be. And Chuck was gazing at her, drinking in the sight of her.

He shook his head with a quiet chuckle, muttering, "Damn," drawing the word out under his breath, and then reached for a notepad and pencil laying on the nightstand.

That's when she saw it, also sitting on the nightstand; a black box with several multi-pin receptacles and a thick black power cord coiled up next to it. She looked from the box to Chuck curiously, and he smirked at her again as he started to read all those measurement index numbers off of the straps on her harness. Her imagination ran away again as she watched him work.

When he was done, he tossed the notepad onto the coffee table next to his laptop, and strode back to the nightstand. He held the box up in front of her. "Time to satisfy the slave wench's curiosity," he said with a snicker, setting the black box on the floor in front of her between her outstretched legs.

Looking incredulously down at him, her eyes fell on a single, darkened display on the top of the box he'd been surreptitiously pointing at with his finger. "This is easy to read if you get more curious, simple metrics for both devices. Two scales, in this case, numerically from one to one-hundred percent, and a combined logarithmic power output, and two more for RPM."

Sarah couldn't help but notice he was lapsing into 'nerdspeak'. She would have grinned at him if she could, but what he was describing also sounded oddly ominous.

"There are also a couple of graphic representations," Chuck continued with that nerdy timber in his voice as he plugged the box into a powerstrip. You'll see what I mean in a minute. This is a prototype for something Bill is working on." He looked up at her, and Sarah was a bit stunned by his diabolical smile. It was hiding something... something big. "Surprise, my Kajira, you get to be a test subject."

Test subject? Sarah looked on with another trepidatious swallow as Chuck connected the cords from the short, cylindrical devices attached to her 'insertables' into two of the outlets on the box with a short twist. "Quoting someone we both know very, very well: 'It's showtime,' Sarah," her pirate nerd said, with a slightly nervous chuckle.

Oh, my, gosh! Even he is freaked out a little about this!

Chuck flipped a rocker switch on the side of the box that glowed menacingly red, and the display lit up. Then he flipped a second switch that turned green after about a second. Sarah twitched involuntarily with apprehensive anticipation when the green light lit up, still warm from her flogging, and wound up like a top. But nothing happened. She stared down at a display that showed zeros and an index bar, below and next to what she assumed were vacant bar graph columns.

She looked up to see to see Chuck grinning like a Buy More nerd at her, pointing at his laptop computer. "I control it from there," he said, giving her an enthusiastic Bartowski eyebrow dance.

Sarah's eyes flew wide. Chuck Bartowski, a computer, and electronic devises connected to me... this can't be a good combination! She gazed at the nervous and excited anticipation doing cartwheels in his hazel brown eyes. Or could it? He did make that unbelievable purple thing...

As if to answer her unspoken question, he stepped over to the PC and tapped a key, and her world changed in an instant. Whatever was down there, it was very powerful. It literally jiggled her from side to side and front to back as she hung suspended by her wrists. She looked down at the display.

It had started with a sharp jolt, really getting her attention, but was winding down now to an insistent, heavy oscillation. She took a moment trying to interpret the readouts. As her pirate nerd had said, they seemed relatively straight forward. One thing stood out at the top of the display: a timer, counting down, from three hours. Three hours?!

Then she noticed it something else. Only one of the devices was currently operating with any real vigor, and at a relatively low power setting. The other one was barely turning, or she again assumed that was what it was doing, because while the one that was currently slowly lighting her up was showing around 1150RPM, the RPM readout for the second one only showed 350 or so. There were also two graphic displays below the RPM readouts saying, 'offset' beneath them.

They both had a square on a line moving slowly back and forth. The square on the RPM readout turning the slowest was on the right end of the line on the graphic readout, and even though it was turning quite slow, it was shaking the plug very hard. The other square under the second higher RPM readout was moving slowly back and forth from the center of the line to the left side.

She could feel the intensity of the oscillations going up and down through the dildo filling her up. Her brows shot up. It looked like the weights in what, she now realized, were very fancy vibrators, could be moved, changing the amplitude of the oscillations for any given RPM. Wow, this is freaky. Chuck must really be nerding out with all this.

Sarah looked at the other parts of the display. Curiously, the two power readouts were very low, moving up and down out sync with each other, and the combined log power readout only barely showing. She wondered what that meant. They didn't seem to be linked in any way to the other readouts. Then the lightbulb lit. She took a very sudden, and very deep breath. Holy, SHIT! This thing uses electricity too!

She stared in shock at her nerd—yes, he was most definitely her nerd—as he walked to the corner of the room near the loveseat with a wry smile, and picked up a large, classically framed and shaped, oval, full length mirror. It looked strangely familiar. He carried it over and set it right in front of her, adjusting the tilt so she could see all of herself in the reflection. Retrieving what she realized was another tiny black camera from his other vest pocket, he peeled off a piece of film, and stuck it with the adhesive pad to the mirror at the very top.

Then Chuck walked over and climbed onto the bed, settling in close to her with his chin on her shoulder, checking her image in the mirror. Reaching around her, he tweaked her hard nipples, already standing up on her aureoles which were puckering out of the rings of her harness. She closed her eyes for a moment, relishing his touch.

After a brief pause, they suddenly popped open again in surprise, when something very insistent grabbed her nipples. She stared at the mirror, momentarily stunned by what she saw, and then down at two shiny metal objects attached to the rings of her breast harness gripping her nipples tightly. "Looks like you've figured those displays out already," her nerd smoothly observed, "Would you like a primer in the engineering theory behind all this?"

Hanging in suspension and stunned silence for a moment, Sarah continued to stare at her pirate captain, transfixed by the freakishly erotic display of him in his costume, playing with her in her extremely sensual looking full body harness, and the suddenly frightening parts of it hanging from her nipples and below her crotch. She then shook her head energetically, NO, almost hitting him in the nose with the end of the phallus sticking from her gag when she did it. No! I do NOT want to know! I already have a very scary idea how it works. For three hours, Chuck?!

Chuck gave her a red hot nipping kiss on the neck and laughed nervously as he bounded off the bed. He had two cords in his hand, and he quickly connected them between the devises on her nipples and two more receptacles on the black box. They immediately started to vibrate a high frequency jingle when he plugged them in.

"Just so you know, it's designed to stimulate, not cause pain, at least if it isn't turned up real high," he qualified as he rose. "And I'm sure you've probably guessed where the contacts are. There is no power applied above the waist, those only vibrate," he said softly, pointing at her harnessed breasts.

Sarah glared back at him. Thanks for that, Chuck. It's still way too much information! Dammit! No wonder you left me gagged!

"You remember the hand signal?" he asked, raising brow.

Sarah signed 'I love you' with both hands, and her glare softened into something that could be interpreted as a smile from her eyes as she did it.

"Well, okay, then. Good. You might need that. I'll be watching for it. I'm going to go get some dinner started, and take care of a few things for later."

Her pirate Chuck paused for a moment, gazing at her with a tight, sheepish smile, the mischievousness still dancing in his eyes. "Sarah, I know three hours is a long time to hang like that, but we've done much worse, and that's how long this musical score is supposed to play. Relax. I really do think you're going to enjoy this, so I'll leave you to your own devices now," he said, with a soft yet, edgy chuckle.

Sarah could feel her 'devices' starting to rather insistently ramp up as she watched her diabolical, pirate nerd walk back toward the kitchen. She knew he must have a monitor in there so he could keep an eye on her. He wouldn't just walk off and leave her hanging alone like this... would he? He asked about our signal to stop. And musical score? What is he talking about this time?

"Oh, one other thing, Sarah. You know, it occurs to me that you're servicing three of the crew at once right now. Enjoy your afternoon at the concert with them, me blonde haired beauty."

She watched her pirate leave the room, and as Sarah turned back to the mirror, taking in the look of complete incredulity in her eyes, she heard it, playing softly from her nerds computer. It sounded a little like synthesized classical music, getting slowly louder in concert with her wicked devices.