PostApocalypto

PostApocalypto, Chapter 6

     Craig could not help but wonder why all this extra security was necessary.  Being strapped into the train seat was starting to look rather comfortable compared to what had just been applied to him.  Like most men living in the cities, he had been stopped on several occasions by police and security agencies.  Without exception, every time he had been stopped he had been handcuffed behind his back, as per procedure. On one occasion he had even been chained at his feet and put into a chained hog-tie, forced to lay face-down on a wet sidewalk by an overly-enthusiastic rookie until his identification had been validated.

      Not only was he accustomed to these indignities, but he was also used to yet another routine assault on his pride and freedoms known as R.E.P.A.R.E. drills.  (Restraint, Evacuation, Protection, Attack Readiness Exercise).  These monthly drills involved all males city wide being immediately detained by police, security, or military personnel for relocation to predetermined “safe havens”.

     If none of the above were available, it was incumbent upon any able adult female citizen (preferably more than one) to take custody of a nearby male.    

     In the event of invasion by an enemy force, all males were to be immediately arrested (it was mandated they be restrained for their own ‘safety’) and escorted to the nearest safe haven, places within the city specifically designed to house humanity’s most precious resource.  Once yearly, the exercise would be carried out fully, meaning that all detainees would be required to be brought into preliminary safe zones.

     Craig, like most men, didn’t like the exercises but, with the exception of the once-yearly full exercise, the process never lasted more than 20 or 30 minutes.  Nobody ever knew the exact time or day of the drills, so it was impossible to avoid them.  On most occasions, the audible citywide alarms would sound during the middle of the workday, along with the alarm broadcast on radio, television and computer networks. 

     Whatever he was doing, regardless of how busy he may be, Craig would have to stop everything, kneel in the floor, cross his ankles, place his hands behind his head and wait to be detained.  Rarely was a policewoman in the restaurant during the alarm, so his detention was typically the responsibility of the girls that worked for him.  Given the instance of being hog-cuffed on the wet pavement by the rookie cop, he preferred the girls over the police or military anytime.

       During the first few drills, Craig had been restrained with a variety of items ranging from a phone cord to a sash from around the waist of a nearby customer.  He finally had the idea to purchase a nice set of steel handcuffs with almost a foot of chain between the manacles.  These were far more comfortable than having his hands tied closely together.  He kept the manacles in a counter drawer under the cash register so all the girls would know where to find them when the alarms sounded.

     All young women were required to take a two-day security course in high school as part of their physical education. There they learned to properly approach, subdue, and handcuff a subject.  In addition, most girls took advantage of free career workshops offered by private security firms.  These workshops provided opportunities to skip a day or two of school in favor of field trips to detention facilities where they learned advanced techniques to subdue and  restrain an individual in the absence of proper equipment.  As a result of this type of training being so readily available to young women, rarely was Craig not tied securely or properly by Sarah and her girlfriends, but before he purchased the handcuffs he never knew just what they would use on him.  The police and military personnel at the safe zones frowned somewhat at the extra length of chain between the handcuffs Craig had chosen for himself, but they never ordered a change, only suggested it.  They actually preferred rope or even properly-applied tape over long handcuff chains, which they considered all but useless.

     Once yearly, a second alarm would sound instructing all males and their ‘protectors’ on to the safe havens.  Craig’s girls would usually have to shut the restaurant down, leaving a couple behind to tend to remaining customers, then transport him either by car or by foot several blocks to the local high school gymnasium.  Designated a primary safe zone, it was basically a holding area where men would be processed and readied for transport to more secure, longer-term facilities. 

     Of course, the girls loved when this would happen, as they would often get up to an entire day off from work.  And they were always good about teasing their boss, sometimes taking advantage of his somewhat helpless situation by tickling him or playfully spanking him.  Overall they were good-natured, and tried their best to brighten Craig’s mood as the drills, especially the yearly full drill, highly annoyed him and cost him a lot of money. 

     Only two times in the past several years had the alarm sounded in the evening after Craig had returned home from work.  The first time, he told Maria not to worry about it, that it was only a drill and surely nobody would know if they did not follow through with the restraint procedures.  Unfortunately, a nosy neighbor from next door had witnessed Craig through the kitchen window retrieving snacks from the refrigerator.  Within minutes of being summoned by the neighbor, policewomen were standing in Craig’s living room over the prone, handcuffed figures of Craig as well as Maria, who was charged with aiding the refusal to participate in a R.E.P.A.R.E. drill, a misdemeanor which carried a small fine. Craig was charged with primary refusal to participate, a charge levied only on males.  The punishment could have yielded up to 90 days incarceration.  Luckily for Craig, one of Maria’s friends was an attorney and she was able to get his sentence reduced to a few days served and a hefty fine, given his lack of a previous criminal record.

     So the second time Craig was at home for an alarm, he did not argue with Maria’s insistence on getting him restrained.  She was especially worried that given what had happened the last time, police might pay a visit to ensure compliance this time around.

     Unlike most girls nowadays, Maria had never been trained in any type of restraint procedure, but she had learned many sailor’s knots from her father who owned a sailboat and took her out on the water regularly as a young woman.  After the non-compliance incident with the police, Maria took time to locate a long clothesline rope in the basement of their house and stored it in a coil in the hall closet, not wanting to be unprepared in the event of another alarm.

     As the sirens began to wail outside and the alarm came across the television, she got up immediately from the bed to retrieve the rope.  Craig was just exiting the shower and had only managed to don a pair of silk boxers when he heard the sounds.  From the bathroom, he saw Maria, nearly naked herself, dart out into the hallway and down the stairs.  Shortly thereafter, he heard her calling him.  “Craig, honey, we may as well do this down here so you won’t have to walk as far all tied up.”

     Craig could see her point, sort of.  He knew, first of all, that he would be wasting his time arguing with her about whether they should participate in the drill.  As much as he felt trampled upon by the new laws, he feared what may happen if Maria’s fears were realized and the police showed up to find the couple not in compliance.  He walked down the stairs and into the living room where Maria stood, wearing only a short, almost completely transparent gown that stopped just below her waist.  It was white and contrasted nicely against her dark brown hair. She normally did not wear anything so revealing to bed, opting instead for something warm and comfortable, and usually boring.  He could see through the fabric of the gown that she wore a tiny white g-string beneath it.  Suddenly he really wished the drill didn’t have to happen NOW, of all times…

     Maria turned around, oblivious to the fact that Craig was momentarily lost, having been transfixed on the tiny string of her panties which disappeared down between the soft, tender cheeks of her ass.  She had forgotten whatever intentions she’d had a few minutes earlier and was preoccupied with the long rope, uncoiling it a few feet at a time. 

     “Ok, come over here and turn around, honey” Maria said, not even looking up at Craig, making an assumption that he would just do as she said.  Craig walked over to her, watching as she pulled the rope into various lengths and doubled it over, not knowing what she was doing but remembering a few times when they were younger that she had tied him up for fun in her father’s boathouse.  He had never been able to get away from her knots, which were always intricate and downright fancy in some cases. 

     For a moment, the alarm and the stupid drill was forgotten and he was awash in sweet memories.  Even though Maria was aloof, inconsiderate, and selfish, he loved her anyway and remembered a time before the war, before she began socializing with elitist snobs.  Her jealous side had never presented itself to him then.  After all, there were plenty of men around at the time, and Craig felt lucky that she had chosen him out of all the men she could have easily had.  She was still so beautiful and sexy even though she had a very distorted and low view of herself, perhaps due to the fact that she could not bare children, and that she was now approaching 40.

     Finally looking up into Craig’s face, Maria gave a quick, worried smile and pulled on his arm to let him know she wanted him to turn around.  He sighed and did so, and soon felt Maria pulling her magic ropes around his wrists, which she had crossed behind him.  Within a minute, Craig’s wrists were bound securely behind him.  There was nothing particularly fancy about this tie.  Maria had simply folded the rope at its center point, threaded the loose ends through the resulting loop, and wrapped the rope 4 times around his crossed wrists.  She then ran the double rope around the center twice, threaded one end through the existing coils around his wrists, and tied the two ends together in the middle.  At this point, Maria had two very long pieces remaining which hung down to the floor.  These had caused some delay as she had been forced to pull these ends through several times as she worked.  Maria had wanted to get his hands tied as quickly as possible to establish the fact that the couple was in compliance with the law

so there would be no issues with the police if they arrived.  Once she had his hands tied, she felt more at ease and was finally able to relax.

     “Alright, then” said Craig as he started to turn back towards Maria.  “Wait just a minute” Maria instructed to her husband as she took a pair of scissors and cut the long ends of the rope off, letting them fall to the floor. She then stuffed the remaining two ends between the loops that encircled Craig’s wrists, tidying up the appearance of the bondage and simultaneously keeping the ends from being picked at by her prisoner’s fingers.  Maria had used this simple tie many times on Craig back in the boathouse when they were younger.  He had never managed to get loose, even when she gave him lots of time to work at it. 

     Eyeing the rope laying in the floor, a thought struck Maria.  She bent down to pick up one of the pieces, holding Craig’s tied hands in her left hand.

     “Ok where should I kneel in the floor, do you think?” Craig began to walk toward the front door.  Maria held his hands and pulled back lightly.  “Wait.  Just wait a sec, hon..” Maria stated.

     She began to wrap loops in the doubled piece of rope, three of them, and held them up to Dale’s shoulders.  Not seeing what she was doing, Craig stood there for a minute.  Maybe she had an adjustment to make, he thought, becoming mildly impatient.

     But Maria was finished with his wrists.  At this point, she thought it might make a better presentation to the police or anyone at the safe haven if she put a little something extra.  Maria decided to outdo any of her neighborhood competition should a trip have to be made.  Oh how her friends would marvel at her skill and expertise….what an opportunity to show them all how talented she was!

     Using a doubled rope and creating a triskelion knot, Maria left two ends very long, throwing each of them over Craig’s shoulders, then crossed them over at his chest and brought them back under his armpits to the elaborate knot.  Wrapping these ends through opposite sides of the bottom loop, Maria then pulled these ends out to each side and proceeded to wrap the ends around Craig’s elbows.  She had never used such a knot on Craig, and never tied his elbows before.  Neither of them knew what to expect as she pulled the doubled ropes tight.  Craig’s elbows came together slightly before he vocalized any discomfort.  With plenty of rope remaining, she pulled each end over to the opposite elbow and made another loop through, again pulling it snug.  At this point, Craig’s chest was jutting outward and he was giggling, thinking that Maria was just messing with him.  But he had not seen the centerpiece of Maria’s elbow tie, and had no idea that she was making it more permanent.  “Ok  ok, you can knock it off now” Craig stated, still mildly amused at Maria’s apparent playfulness. 

     “Just a couple more minutes, baby” Maria said as Craig started to try to pull away.  As a result of his sudden pulling, the ropes she was holding around his elbows suddenly tightened a bit more, and she used the opportunity to put the still-long ends once more through the loops on the triskelion knot.  Once the doubled ends of the rope were through the knot, it was easier to hold the tension.  As she worked, Craig was becoming mildly annoyed.  “Stop fooling around, let’s get this over with so we can go to bed”.

     “Baby, I’m thinking I need to do a really extra-good job in case the police show up, don’t you agree?”

     “No, not really.  My elbows are hurting.  It’s too tight.  Come on, let’s get over by the door until the drill is over.”

     “Just take deep breaths, baby.  Stop talking and it will be easier to breathe, alright?”

     By this time, Maria had already begun work to use the remaining rope to drop a double zigzag braid down from the center triskelion to the ropes binding Craig’s wrists.  “I’m almost finished” Maria stated as she sensed Craig was about to say something else.

     Within another two minutes or less, Maria had braided a zigzag all the way to her husband’s wrists and tied the ends around the ropes binding them, further immobilizing him.

      “All done, baby”. 

      Craig tugged at his uncomfortable bondage for a few seconds, testing it out, realizing that there would be absolutely no getting free of it.  His elbows were beginning to ache, but he could not budge the rope that was tied around them.  From behind, Maria was admiring her work and just knew that if they had to go out in public, her husband’s bondage would be the envy of the neighborhood.

     Suddenly a loud rapping on the door broke the silence, and Maria grabbed Craig by his right elbow and walked him hurriedly to the foyer area.  She helped him to kneel down on the floor, facing the wall.  She started to reach to unlock the door, then remembered something…She leaned back down and picked up one of Craig’s legs by the ankle, crossing it over the other one.  This was the proper suggested position for all males during the first stage of a R.E.P.A.R.E. drill.  Saying loudly at the door “Just a minute please”, Maria ran back into the living room, grabbed the remaining length of rope in the floor, and dashed back into the front hallway where Craig was.  Quickly doubling the 10 meter length, she bent down behind Craig and worked with expert speed and skill to rope his feet together in basically the identical style she had used on his hands.  Another loud knock on the door caused her to nervously wring her hands as she still had about a half-meter left.  Quickly, she pulled the remaining rope up through Dale’s wrist bondage and tied it off right there, pulling it snug so there was only a few centimeters of length between his hands and his feet.  Craig was nervous about the knocking as well and turned his head around to Maria as if to suggest to her that she answer the door, never minding the fact that she had just placed him into a sitting hog-tie, a position not required by law and one that would have to be removed if he was to be mobilized.  Finally, satisfied that everything was in order, Maria unlocked the door and opened it. 

    Two policewomen stood on the porch, one of which had responded to the house over a year before when the neighbor lady called in the report of a non-restrained male.   Martha Culpepper was her name, and she was somewhat surprised to see Maria standing there, nearly naked.  The look on her faced caused Maria to suddenly realize that she was all but undressed, and she instinctively covered her breasts which were clearly visible under the thin material. 

     “Don’t worry, Martha told Maria, holding her hand up.  I realize we caught you near bedtime.  It could happen to anyone.  May I step inside for a moment?”

     Maria nodded and muttered that she could, although Martha could not hear exactly what she said.  Maria was clearly quite embarrassed by her fashion faux pas.

     Martha stepped in, turning her attention to the well-tied man sitting on his knees in the foyer.  Immediately she noticed the intricate rope work and uttered a “Wow, come look at this Cindy” to her partner outside.

     Cindy hurried up the steps, having been looking up and down the street for any wayward males that may have been walking around in need of restraint. 

      “Well, looks like you went from one extreme to the other since last year, didn’t you?” Martha looked back at Maria, then around to her partner, whos jaw was almost hanging open at the site of Craig on the floor trapped in the expertly-applied bondage.  “Can you believe these two were arrested last year for non-compliance?”  Now look at them.

    Cindy shifted her attention to Maria, not believing the slightly-built woman was responsible for the craftsmanship at her knees.  Maria gave a slight grin and shrugged a bit, not really knowing what to say, but secretly reveling in the praise for her handiwork. 

     “You know, if given rope to work with, I don’t think we could have done it better ourselves.” Martha stated.  Although all police, military, and private security personnel were thoroughly trained in advanced forms of restraint, tying fancy, decorative knots was not part of their required curriculum. 

     “All he’d require at this point is a gag and a hood to be considered fully-restrained” chimed Cindy, kneeling down behind Craig and running her hands across the various knots.  “Let’s see, is that right?  You have wrists, ankles, no waist but you do have a chest harness instead.  Plus, you have the connector rope here between his hands and feet.  Not to mention a few other measures such as the elbows that connect to the wrists..Yes, I’d say this qualifies as full restraint plus if you only had the gag and hood.  Very nice.”

     Martha stated “It’s more than is required which is what we like to see.  If this weren’t a drill, he would be able to present absolutely no problems at this level, and the police would be able to focus their attention better on the non-compliant ones.  Personally, I’m hoping that the R.E.P.A.R.E. drills will soon require this level of participation”. 

     Craig had grown weary of this particular conversation long before it even started, but bit his tongue to keep from prolonging the visit by the cops.  Hopefully they would soon leave and he could get upstairs with Maria to bone her.  Seeing her in the short transparent gown and tiny string panties had made him quite horny.  Not to mention, he felt a strange sense about her tonight with the cops here.  For some reason, he had strange feelings that he was protected by her.  Very odd indeed, given Maria’s tendencies toward self-gratification.  Still, on his knees bound hand and foot by her, he had a definite feeling of being cared for that he failed to understand.

     Cindy broke his train of thought as she withdrew the ‘missing items’ from compartments on her duty belt. A ball gag in one hand, and a dark-colored cloth sack in the other.  She held the items up to Maria who took one at a time in her hands and examined them.  “These are the two items you would need to complete a full restraint system on your husband.  They are easy to apply and don’t take long.  Would you like me to show you while we are here and have him to model for us?”

     Maria looked at the items, then looked down at Craig, who was looking at her, pleading with his eyes not to use him as a training dummy, even though that is practically what he had been relegated to this evening.  The women spoke about him as if he could not hear them, much like they would a helpless baby in a crib.  Maria politely declined, “That’s ok, I think they look simple enough to use, and my husband has a dreadful toothache tonight.  He is due to see the dentist tomorrow.”  Craig could not believe Martha just lied so easily to the police, but was glad she did.  The officer shrugged and replaced the items into their rightful pouches on her belt.

     Looking at Maria, Martha smiled.  As she did, she noticed a chair in the living room behind her and asked about it, wondering if it was new.  She said she did not remember it from last year, and asked if it was considered Danish modern in design.  “Oh, yes, it is” Maria turned around and held her hand out to usher the officers into the living room, then spent the next 15 or 20 minutes chatting about decorating ideas and furniture styles, much to Craig’s dismay.  He was quite uncomfortable at this point, but very glad that he did not have to endure the gag or the hood.  At least he could see what was going on, and though it pained him, decided to keep his mouth shut.

     Martha mentioned to Maria that what had happened the year before was unfortunate, that she regretted having had to arrest her,  but that she seemed to have taken control of the situation since and made a change for the better.  Maria agreed with all she said, even going so far as to proclaim what a good idea the drills were and that they promoted a close sense of community in the neighborhood. 

     “What a load of shit” Craig thought as Maria hobnobbed with the officers.  Finally, a call came in on their radios.  Apparently, there was a report of drunk and disorderly male a few blocks away that had refused to participate in the R.E.P.A.R.E. drill.  His wife and her friends had the poor man pinned down in the corner of a bedroom but had been unsuccessful thus far in getting any restraints placed on him.  Hurriedly, the officers left, closing the front door behind them. 

     The second alarm had not been sounded that night, so Maria’s ideas of showing off her rope skills to the neighbors was dashed.  But she would get her chance next time, she hoped. 

     Maria walked over to Craig, bent down, and untied the rope connecting his hands to his ankles.  This allowed Craig to bend forward a bit more, relieving some pressure on his poor body.  She then tended to his ankles, and helped him to stand.  “Come on baby” she said, and led him back into the living room.  Craig had slowly become furious and was about to explode by the time the cops left.  Feeling his nerves regain their sensitivity and his blood regain an even flow throughout his body once more, Craig felt more empowered and began to address Maria’s apparent lack of respect for his situation, citing the extended conversations with police, not to mention her overzealous ropework. 

     Maria, who had been preparing to undo Craig’s wrists and elbows, stopped what she was doing and, leaving him tightly bound, spun him around with all her force, almost causing him to trip.  As he regained balance, he could see the “new” Maria in all her glory.  The self-righteous, pompous, and arrogant Maria that he never knew until the past few years.

    “You are lucky I didn’t let that woman demonstrate the gag and hood, Craig.  I was trying to get on their good side so perhaps they will not pay us any more visits.  Did you ever stop and think about that, or are you just in the mood to give me a hard time?” 

    With that, she pushed Craig back and down onto the sofa as forcibly as she could, surprising him with her strength.  He figured all her trips to the spa and gym were paying off.  At least some of his money hadn’t gone to waste. 

    “Your problem is, honey, that you don’t appreciate all that I do for you.  You dwell on the negative things and never acknowledge the positive.  Do I not keep a beautiful home?  Do I not make you proud when we go out?  What is it?  Are you mad at me because I can’t have children?  Is that it?”

     “No, baby, no, of course not.  I know that isn’t your fault.  We’ve discussed that before.  You know I love you and do not feel that way at all.  Please, let’s just forget about tonight, go to bed, and start over tomorrow.  Can we?  I’m very sorry I got upset.  Cops always make me nervous and I didn’t think when I complained about you wanting to befriend them.  Maybe it’s a good idea after all.”  Craig was still a bit angry, but decided the best course of action was appeasement, given that Maria was standing in front of him between his knees, arms crossed in front of her.  He, on the other hand, was half-laying on his bound elbows and hands, and had no chance of getting free without her help.  Maria, still wearing only her nightie and skimpy string, looked strangely sexy even though her eyes were throwing daggers at him.  He did not understand it, but despite his anger, something was making him extremely horny.

     Maria looked down to see Craig’s erection creating a bulge in the soft satin boxer shorts which shimmered in the light of the Tiffany lamp beside the sofa.   Her brow unfurled and her face softened almost instantly.  With a devlish grin, Maria knelt down where she stood, then reached up to Craig’s waistband.  Motioning with her hand for Craig to raise his ass from the sofa cushion, she pulled the boxers down all the way to his ankles. 

    Although Craig had endured the ropes binding his elbows and wrists for nearly a half-hour at this point, he suddenly found himself not so worried about it. The second he felt Maria’s breath on his stiff cock, his eyes rolled back into his head and nothing else mattered. 

     Maria began to kiss Craig between his thighs, above and all around his cock, but was careful only to breathe warm air onto it, teasing him.  As she did so, she felt Craig attempting to squirm and thrust his cock toward her face.  That resulted in a playful slap to his thighs, and he sat back down into the soft cushion.  He wanted so much to shove his cock into Maria’s mouth, but he knew she had him at her mercy, and would do that only when she was ready, not before. 

    Craig was writhing in a fit of delicious torment, oblivious to anything else, when Maria suddenly grabbed his stiff member and put just the head of it into her mouth.  She bit down lightly, introducing a new sensation to the experience.  Holding the end of his swollen cock in her teeth, she moved her head around and pulled on it slightly.  Craig squirmed in a brief sensation of panic, but Maria held his thighs and hips inside her forearms, steadying him somewhat.  His boxers were bunched up around his ankles and kept his feet from moving apart too much.  So thoroughly tied at his back, Maria demonstrated almost total control of him, and right now, that was just fine. 

     After having playfully bitten Craig’s small head, Maria now thrust the entire six-inch length of his cock all the way back into her mouth, down her throat.  He knew she had a marvelous talent for this and had enjoyed her more erotic skillsets now for almost two decades.  Back and forth Maria moved her head, applying just the right amount of pressure to stimulate all areas of Craig’s cock at once. 

    After only a few minutes of this, Craig’s cock was ready to explode and his breathing quickened as he neared a massive orgasm.  Just when he thought he might explode, Maria pulled up and off of him, leaving his hard cock twitching in anticipation. 

    “Just one sec” she said as she darted into the hallway and up the stairs, leaving Craig totally frustrated on the sofa.  Within a half-minute, Maria had returned to Craig, holding a flexible rubber ring in her hand.  Craig was still as she knelt down between his legs once more to apply the cock ring.  “You won’t be getting off that easy tonight, Mister” Maria jokingly said as she bent down, pulled Craig’s feet onto the sofa, then reverse-straddled him.  She purposefully bent over a bit to give Craig a splendid rear view of her ass and clean-shaven pussy, which was still covered by the thin patch of material that composed what there was of her panties.  She was close enough to Craig for him to notice that the little patch of material looked to be soaked, and he was almost sure he saw some of Maria’s juices flowing down the inside of her thigh. 

    Moving the thin strip of material to the side, Maria took Craig’s cock, now kept extra-hard by the rubber ring, and guided it into her wet slit, impaling herself on him.  She began to raise and lower herself slowly, deliberately, at her own pace.  Craig was in such a position that it was difficult to get leverage, but did what he could to thrust his hips into her as she moved.  Maria began to moan softly as she rode her husband.  She bent forward and held his knees in her hands as she ground herself on him.  At one point, she reached out and took a pillow from the other side of the sofa.  Looking behind her and down, she told Craig to lift his ass once again as she stuffed the pillow under his hips, keeping them elevated so she could shorten her strokes somewhat. 

    She began to grind harder and faster.  Meanwhile, Craig just sat back and enjoyed the entire affair, unable to really contribute to the scene but not upset in the least how it was playing out. 

     Maria began panting like a wild animal as she rode herself to a frantic orgasm on Craig’s immobilized and helpless body.  As she began to make more and more noise, Craig soon found himself having an uncontrollable orgasm of his own.  The cock ring kept him erect, however, and Maria continued to ride through another 3, maybe 4 orgasms by Craig’s count. 

    After exhausting herself, she slumped forward toward Craig’s feet.  “Mmmmmmmm that was very, very nice” she looked back over her shoulder into Craig’s eyes as she rubbed up and down on his shins with her hands.  The two of them continued to lay there another few minutes, allowing their breathing to return to normal and their pulses to normalize. 

    When Maria had rested enough, she jumped up in typical selfish fashion, ran upstairs, and after removing her drenched g-string and gown, stepped into a warm shower. 

    Craig laid there for a moment, awaiting Maria’s return.  Perhaps she was, after all, possible to reason with.  “Maybe she isn’t as self-centered and uncaring as I think” he thought to himself.  Then he heard the water running and realized that indeed, Maria had totally forgotten that her husbands arms had been expertly bound now for nearly one and a half hours. 

    Craig worked to pull himself up off the couch.  With freed feet and legs, he was able to make it up the steps, down the hallway and into the bedroom.  He stepped into the bathroom where Maria was lathering herself up with a bar of ridiculously expensive soap.  Poking his head behind the curtain, he found himself staring at her curvaceous backside, all wet and soapy.  “Uh, honey, could I get you to do me one favor” he asked politely with a grin.  Maria turned around and noticed her doubled ropes still crossing over in front of his chest.  Her eyes widened and one hand went to her mouth.  “Oh, I am sooo sorry, baby.  Here, come in here and turn around, I’ll take care of that this instant.”  Dale stepped into the warm shower with his wife, turned facing away from her, and stood still as she methodically untied the ropes.  As she worked, Craig looked down and noticed he still had a raging hard-on, kept alive by the constrictive, yet comfortable ring around the base of his penis.  He hoped to use it again when they got to bed…

     The last thing Maria untied was Craig’s hands, which made him wonder if she had some subconscious desire to keep him under her control as long as possible.  After all, she could have had them untied far quicker than most of the rest of the intricate bondage.  

     After the shower, the couple retired to bed where Craig managed to convince Maria to engage in another round of more vanilla sex, the type they usually had, before rolling over to go to sleep.  The two of them slept very well that night, having turned a potentially frustrating, negatively-charged situation into a night of passion and ultimately, fulfillment for the both of them.

    That night and Craig’s bed and living room sofa seemed long ago and far away as Craig neared the end of his march.  His short-strided walk had begun at the train car, continued up the escalators, then out into the street, up the sidewalk and ended out on the street next to a large panel van, more commonly known as a paddy wagon. With each step Craig had taken, he had felt less like an individual and more like a piece of livestock being led to the slaughter. 

    As the trio stopped behind the panel van, Craig could hear what sounded like keys being rattled, put into a lock, and then a large door being raised.  Although he was wearing the sack over his head, he could picture the paddy wagon in his mind.  He had ridden in one only once, when he and Maria had been arrested for non-compliance.  That was before the widespread emphasis had been placed on ultra-high security and redundant prisoner restraints, and all he had worn in the paddy wagon that night was handcuffs behind his back, with a connector chain attached to the metal bench inside.  On the other hand, Maria had only been made to wear hers in front, and not connected to anything.

      Since then, Craig had heard rumors about the paddy wagons.  The general rumor was that transport restraint measures had become far more significant in the past couple of years.  With the devices Craig had been fitted with in the train car, he could already sense that the rumors were not unfounded.

     Craig wondered how long it would be before he would sleep in his own bed again.  He worried about the restaurant and his beloved group of girls there.  He wondered how or if they would be able to deal with Maria running things.  Speaking of Maria, he could think of nobody else that would have had opportunity to put that gun in his briefcase.  What had she done?  What was going to happen to them now? 

     As he stood pondering his fate, officers readied the paddy wagon for their new arrival.

End of Chapter 6