Orgasm In Time Ch. 05

Slightly sore headed, 'Time Traveller Lily' woke to her new, sexually pure and inexperienced partner Marcus, laying on his back, sound asleep, wearing only his boxer shorts.

Desperate to start a new life, and taking care not to wake him, by avoiding any bouncing on the mattress, she positioned herself so that her cuffed hands could open the front of his underwear and fish out his sleepy cock.

Slowly she turned around and ever so gently sucked his member up into her lips to begin working on it with her tongue.

Laughing to herself and wondering what he might be dreaming about, she slowly raised and lowered her head, causing his breathing to change its rhythm.

With a grunt and a snore, he woke to the sight of her head bobbing up and down on his rigid morning glory.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!" He shouted, jumping up off the bed, wide mouthed in disbelief.

"Relax. It's only a blowjob." She mocked him. "I'm sure masturbating is allowed in your strict book of faith."

"That's not masturbating, and it's not pure."

"What, are you trying to tell me that you've never had a wank?"

"I'm not talking about wanking. I'm talking about you putting my cock in your mouth without my permission!"

Lily laughed at his straight laced attitude to celibacy. "Well it's done now. I've got that part of your virginity, so why don't you chill out and let me finish you off?"

Standing to use the bathroom, he ordered her to, "Get up!"

Intent on relieving herself, she twisted her medieval metal waist belt around her belly, bringing her cuffed wrists to her right hand side, and began unfastening the leather belt buckle of her shorts.

In only his boxers, he left himself open to ridicule with her standing behind, where she further mocked him as she waited to use the toilet. "Does that mean you have to marry me now?"

"No, it means that you've just earned yourself the rest of the week in those chains." He snapped back. "I was going to town today, for a saw to cut you free, but after what you've just done I think I should make you suffer until the end of the week."

"Wait." She said, squaring up to him, face to face. "Look. I'm sorry. That was silly of me."

He allowed her cute little smile accompanied by the attempt of an apologetic kiss that followed, to remind her of her status and win back his authority.

"What can I offer you to take that back?" She asked, pushing his bum against the sink with her body, whilst hunting for any sexual awakening.

Marcus ripped the leather belt from its loops around her waist and lay it by the side of the sink, then dropped her clothes to the floor to assist in her preparation for using the toilet.

With her eyes closed and her head now tilted back, she whispered to him, "For fuck sake will you please just touch me."

He quickly stepped behind her and placed his hands in her damp crotch, pulling her body towards him as his mouth hovered over her shoulder. Curious of something he'd never experienced before, he slipped his finger inside, to judge, by her slick, the level of arousal she truthfully had for him.

A pleasing "Mmmm." and the pretend collapsing of her legs within his arms, meant that he had to hold her tighter to prevent her from dropping to the floor.

"Nobody would know if we did anything." She openly tempted him.

Marcus quietly agreed, and celebrated the warm wetness he seemed to be causing with a kiss to the side of her neck.

His erection now pressing into her behind indicated this being a good time for her to turn around and continue seducing him.

"With or without these cuffs you know you can do whatever you want to me." She said, touching her chest against his. "So what do you say?"

"I vote for, 'With the cuffs'." He breathed back into her face, destroying all her propositioning. "And I say well done. That almost successful advance just made it two weeks." He said softly but firmly, before reconfirming her position of inferiority, this time with a forced kiss to her neck.

Stepping back, he picked up her clothes and grabbed the belt from the side of the sink.

Lily stood still in disbelief and accepted his patronising kiss, before he walked away from her, into the bedroom.

Let down and disappointed by him once again, she used the toilet and cleaned herself up as best she could, before entering the kitchen, semi-naked, apart from her knotted shirt.

"Tinned beans and sausages in the microwave I'm afraid." He attempted cheering her morale. "And black coffee until I go out for food."

Ravenous, she once again found her sanity under scrutiny at the interrogation of the man tasked with looking after her welfare, as he fed her on a simple snack that took her back to her childhood.

They stood and talked sensibly, but dissatisfied with her reluctance to break, and tell him the truth about herself, he resorted to cleaning her face with a degrading rough wipe from a wet cloth.

Staying close to her, he unfastened the knot in the front of her shirt and let it drop down open, to admire her chest.

Hands visibly shaking, his thumbs toyed with her nipples as his eyes looked on in amazement.

"So beautiful." He said, glancing momentarily at her sweet adorable smile, "I'd love to stay and play, but I have to go out."

With that, he reached for a pair of scissors.

"Where do you have to go?" she asked.

"To get us some proper food, and you a new top by the looks of it."

Starting at her shoulder, he cut all the way down one arm, followed by the other so he could remove the shirt completely.

Bundling her clothes in one hand he announced his departure. "But I'm taking this lot with me to make you think twice about wandering off naked."

Alone and in his absence she snooped around the tall, circular converted windmill, exploring each level of the family holiday home, with interest.

The very top floor had a locked door which she probably wouldn't have entered anyway because from memory, when they first arrived in the dark, the roof had a glass observatory on top.

The television eventually took over her life, scrutinising the news channels for any other changes to this current timeline that only seemed to be having an effect on her life.

The sports news eventually woke her from her dose, then the repetitive re-roll of headlines she'd already seen, urged her to stand and make use of herself.

Naked in the main bathroom on the first floor, she sat on the side of the bath and put in the plug with her feet. The taps were simple to operate and she found bubble-bath to soak herself, within easy reach.

Not caring about the damage her cuffs were doing to the bath's surface, she thrashed around happily until such time as her toes began to prune.

Removing the plug from the drain, she stood carefully and walked over to the shower to rinse herself in its warmth.

Spreading out the towels on a separate bed to the one they had slept in, she lay down, dripping wet, and rolled herself about, until dry enough to walk around without wetting everywhere she went.

An hour or so later, she heard the pleasing sound of Marcus's car coming through the gates, so waited naked by the door to greet his return.

Hands full of groceries, he kissed her and placed them on the ground to do another run to the car.

This second trip brought an apology in the form of flowers and a red, love heart shaped, box of chocolates, exactly like the tattoo she had beaming at him from her hip.

The two kissed like they'd missed each other but cut it short because of her cold wet hair getting in the way.

Unpacking the food and groceries, he casually placed a bag containing her clothes on the table in front of her.

Lily tipped out her shorts and torn shirt but also found new socks and, rather drab elasticated underwear, as well as a white sleeveless top, still attached to its hanger.

Excited, she thanked him with a smile, but the look on his face made her suspicious.

"Did you get anything else?" She asked, hoping for condoms or lubricant, more than wishing for a pair of shoes that she actually needed.

He put his hands in another plain bag and pulled out a box containing a vibrator. "I got one of these to pleasure you in the area where I can't."

Lily's eyes lit up at the sight of the pink, curved device inside the box and asked for a look at what would soon be acquainting itself with her more intimate side.

The most striking little feature came off at a tangent to the front, designed obviously to press against her clitoris once inserted.

"It's operated by remote control." He told her, "You need to put it in, before you get dressed."

"So what are we waiting for." She agreed.

"Let's give it a chance to charge whilst I dry your hair."

Upstairs, Marcus blow-dried her long blond mane and brushed it, savouring the feeling of her company with each stroke as he sat and studied her beautiful features closely.

"Do you think it will be charged?" She asked, after her twenty minutes of grooming.

Before letting her stand, he kissed her and apologised. "I'm sorry I came across as horrible yesterday, I said a lot of nasty things that clearly aren't true."

Apology accepted, she pecked him on the lips. "Meet you back downstairs."

In the bedroom Marcus took her new top from its hanger and held it up for her to see. "This is the only sort I could find that would wrap around you."

Lily looked at the satin white lace up, corset-boned top, as he fitted it around her, sucking in her tummy so he could tuck it down between her body and the metal of the waist belt.

"Nice." She approved, glad of her own feminine clothes at last. "Thank you."

The cups pushed her breasts up out of the way, leaving her cleavage on display from above, whilst the lacing happened around the back, lower than her bust height.

Pulling the chords at her rear had to be done hole by hole individually, to work it closed inch by inch.

Once fastened all the way to the bottom, and its hourglass fitting could be compressed no more, Marcus stood back to admire his choice of fashion.

The look of amazement in his eyes bounced off the look of content in hers where his hands stroked down from the forced narrowing of her wasp-like waist, to where the corset flared out above her naked hips.

"You're so attractive." He said, shaking his head in disbelief as he watched her wriggle her body to familiarise its self with the new shape.

His obvious words of lust excited her, quietly readying her for trying out the vibrator, waiting patiently on the bedside table.

Without losing eye contact, she sat down on the bed and lay back with her legs open slightly. Marcus held the vibrator in his fingers and almost touched her awaiting wetness before being stopped.

"Let me kiss it first." She suggested. "To lubricate it."

The vibrator entered her mouth for its pre glazing of saliva, followed by a caring visit to his mouth before being slipped slowly inside its new home between her legs. Next he helped with her underwear and shorts which required no extra manipulation when fastening them, due to the constriction of the corset around her waist.

"Ok, I'm ready to be tucked in for the night." She laughed.

"Not quite." He said, "Give me a minute." Marcus walked outside and Lily heard a car door slam. On his way back in, he detoured to pick up her leather belt and brought it over to where she stood waiting.

Assuming nothing out of the ordinary, where the belt would be going around her waist to form her usual dress code, and assuming he'd been out to retrieve the remote controller from the car, she had to question his next move.

"What you doing?"

He fed the non-buckle end of the leather belt down the front of her metal waist belt and pulled both ends between her legs.

Threading it through the ring holding her cuffs behind her back, he buckled it tightly, to increase the pressure on the vibrator in her crotch, which in turn pulled her wrist cuffs down hard against the top of her shorts.

"Whoa." She said, shocked by the sudden increase in sexual pleasure down below, and at the same time as realising this would cause a loss of rotational freedom from the waist belt and the cuffs.

"And then there's this." He held up the open padlock that he'd brought in from the car, to show her.

By folding the trailing end of the leather belt back on itself, he was able to match up two holes, one before and one after the buckle, so he could fit the padlock in place. In the silence of the room, they both heard the finalising click, and the playful slap he gave her to her rump.

"Is that really necessary?"

"Absolutely necessary." He told her, "The key to your new chastity belt is in the car. So if you succeed in seducing me again, which I must say, won't take much doing." He smiled coyly, "Then I'll have to get dressed and walk outside, giving me time to cool off and think."

"Good idea, but what about the remote control?"

"It's here." Marcus held his phone in his hand and swiped the screen to open it. Turning to the app, he pressed the relevant place to fire the vibrator into life. "So you just sit back and enjoy the ride my dear."

The couple lay down with Lily staring at Marcus.

"You thinking about getting the key yet?" She joked.

"I'm thinking; can I really get away with keeping you here like this for two weeks?"

"You can get away with keeping me here for as long as you want, I have nowhere else to go remember?"

"You're right." He stood up off the bed to remove his top and trousers. "I'm going to leave you with that thought, and a bit more of this." The input by his finger increased the fluctuating vibrations inside her. "Whilst I have a shower."

Not fazed by being naked in front of Lily, he stood and attempted to menace her with the size of his erection as he took another look at his beautiful bundle of feminine responsibility.

"Marcus wait." She held his attention for a little longer. "I can see that you want this as much as I do, so why don't you let me finish off what I started this morning? The sin can't be repented now and there is no going back, so please, if nothing else, just give me a chance to return the favour that you're doing for me."

Still facing her, he pressed his erection upwards against himself with a stroke of his palm.

"All you have to do is stand there and nobody will ever find out. I promise you your cock will be cleaner than when I started and I won't leave a trace of evidence."

Not convinced that he'd been talked into taking her up on the offer yet, he surprised her by sitting next to her and laying back on the bed. "You'd better not spill a drop."

The pulsing inside her suddenly took on a purpose, changing from mundane vibrations to a more sensual feeling now that the sex games were beginning.

Without needing any warmup, she went straight for the suction lip seal and head bobbing, with minimal guidance from his hands in her hair.

Eventually, feeling his tip throbbing inside her mouth, and his hips begin quivering, she milked him by swallowing, as instructed, until he snatched her head up to his, for a thank you kiss.

Throwing himself on top of her, his leg pressed into her crotch, increasing the intensity of the vibrations and multiplying the sensation of his embrace.

"Your breath smells of testosterone." He tried belittling her, annoyed with himself for being so weak against her seductive beauty.

"That could be a common taste if it works time off my two weeks in these cuffs."

"Not a chance." Marcus cautioned her, "That selfish act of manipulation just earned you a month."

Lily's heart sank with the shock. "You can't be serious?" She half joked, smiling in the hope of turning his words around into harmless banter. "I thought you liked me?"

"You see my dearest of damsels. Out here I own you, and it's starting to feel good."

"Fuck off!" She sprayed out in disgust. "You said you were going to help me."

Marcus reacted by rolling her onto her front and squatting down on her calves.

Reaching for the vibrator setting, he selected full speed and sat back to watch her reaction.

"If you can resist these vibrations then we'll keep it at two weeks, but if you give in, like you just made me give in to you, then you're going to be spending a whole month with these pretty little trinkets on." He took hold of both cuffs in his hands and pulled them with the ring that secured them to the waist belt behind her back, currently being held fast by the crotch strap running through her legs.

"That's not fair. I could have said the same to you about not coming in my mouth, but I still let you do it."

The tiny spur from the main vibrator pressed firmly against her clitoris, super enhanced by the pressure of the leather chastity belt, padlocked in place, supposedly to resist any temptation of him touching her.

There could now be no way of her stopping the steadily building vibrations thrumming away inside.

"Resist it or suffer the consequences." He teased her.

"You know that will be impossible. I'm going to be screaming the house down in a minute because of you. And what? You're wanting to punish me for orgasming? Thanks!"

By placing his fingers around the crotch strap and lifting her hips slightly from behind, he applied extra pressure, encouraging the inevitable to happen quicker.

"Then I'll be able to keep you as a slave." He further taunted her.

The thought of being cared for by Marcus wasn't too far from what she wanted. If she could get back onto his estate, then maybe an orgasm with her new vibrator in the witches' chamber would free her, so she decided to play his impossibly single sided game.

Without holding back, she allowed her orgasm to run its course, reaching the point of no return when her condition caused her to fight against the crashing waves of pleasure, as well as her bonds, much to the surprise of Marcus sitting on her lower legs.

Bucking and screaming, she threw him off, to then let her anxiety struggle alone, with her problematic self-control demons.

"Fucking hell!" She panted.

The come-down that followed brought calm and gave her the chance to apologise for her aggression.

"What an amazing sight to see." Marcus turned off the vibrator, to give her a break, and tickled the side of her face with the back of his index finger. "You are one rampant princess."

"Yea, sorry. Didn't hurt you did I?"

"No you made me want to ride you." He admitted. "That is exactly why I left the key to that belt in the car.

He squashed himself on top of her, then rolled his weight off to her side, cuddling her like he never wanted to let go.

"That's nice." She tilted her head down, presenting her hair into his face and laying still, to recover.

The next morning, laying on her front with her head to her side in the crook of his arm, Lily woke to the reassuring feeling of still being cuddled, and a dreamy kiss through her hair, only to be reminded of her restrictive imprisonment, as soon as she tried bringing her hands to her front.

"Oh god." She groaned at the pressure of the locked belt between her legs, pressing against the discomfort of the vibrator, which still resided inside her. "Can you take this thing out of me now please?"

Her genuine reasons for its removal never registered in Marcus' head, due to his arousal over the thought of the power he held at his fingertips.

Still living with his mind in the euphoria of the previous evening, he looked down at his helpless submissive, with the excitement of teasing her into a second round of pleasurable torture.

"No! No! Turn it off!" She argued. But Marcus hadn't finished with his fun yet. "Please, I need to pee!"

Knowing that unlocking her and removing the vibrator would be a long process, he reluctantly agreed to a temporary reprieve.

"Ok, but it's going back in."

"That's fine, just hurry up, I need to go!"

Naked, and within the privacy of the surrounding garden walls, he ran out for the key from the car, to unlock the belt from between her legs.

In the bathroom, her shorts came off, finally relieving her of the pressure inside once he'd removed the intruder from within.

Although her toilet visit lasted a little longer than he'd anticipated, he dutifully stayed by her side to help out with anything he could, only to be unappreciated by her insistence to eat some food.

Bare chested, in just his boxer shorts, Marcus cooked breakfast while Lily sat, cuffed in her shorts and corset, hoping to become more familiar with, the man who she had no choice but to rely on.

After allowing his familiar damp cloth to wipe her mouth, and accepting a swig of water from the glass he held, she made her requirements clear, "I'm going to need your help showering me."

Smiling back, he challenged her, "Your lips are very demanding."

"All of my lips are very demanding." She joked, "It's a shame you can't be more obliging."

"We'll see." He held out his hand, to usher her underarm, up from the chair, and back towards the bathroom.

Laying naked in the empty bath with the shower hose wetting her skin, Marcus knelt to her side, in the dry of the bathroom floor, massaging shower gel over her defenceless, slippery body, whilst managing to conceal his erection from her view.

Stepping onto the bathmat with the assistance of his hand, she knew he hadn't changed his mind about reinserting the vibrator as soon as she saw the thing, upright on the sink behind him when he wrapped the towel around her.

Left alone to dry in the towel, she watched him disappear for only a few seconds, returning with her shorts and the dreaded leather belt, which had now been officially repurposed for use as a deterrent against sex.

"Do you want me to lubricate this?" He asked, holding the vibrator up to her face, in the palm of his hand.

Giving her no choice, he pooled saliva around the phallus and smeared it all over to give the device a shiny film coating.

"Be careful." Were her only words of protesting against the inevitable intruder being eased inside her, followed by the speedy fitment of clean underwear and the tight comforting firmness of her denim shorts.

"Nearly there." He said, standing behind her, passing the leather belt through her legs to the ring holding her cuffs.

The padlock wasn't necessary but he still clicked it shut through two holes, one either side of the buckle, this time with the lock against her bellybutton, after threading it through the front of her metal waist belt.

Although dry, he put the towel around her shoulders in an attempt at giving her a little dignity, to make up for his cruel and perverted violation below.

"Come on, I want to show you something."

The couple walked up the steps of the round building, past the first floor and up to the second floor, where he stood at the locked door leading to the glass observatory on the roof.

"I'm dying to see up here." She said, "Why is it locked?"

"To stop people getting in if they scale the walls and break the glass."

At the top of the next flight of stairs, the room looked magnificent. It had a panoramic view of the surrounding fields, with three farmhouses scattered into the scenery.

The centre of the room had a long sofa facing the letter W artistically styled into the wooden floor.

"What's the W for?" She asked, noticing an S and an E, to her left and to her right. "Don't tell me, west."

He turned and pulled her in towards him, using her bum cheeks as love handles. "That's right. West is where the sun sets on an evening."

Their lips then touched and consensually smooched with Marcus's erection pressing hard against the double thickness of her leather chastity belt.

"I'm sorry but I have to go out again."

"That's ok my lovely. I'll keep myself occupied up here for a while."

Another kiss saw him turn and walk down the steps, opening and letting the door close behind him.

Looking out of the window, she cursed herself when she heard the lock go in the door, for not realising he might do such a thing. Then, as soon as the invader inside her fired into life again, she felt the need to call out after him. "YOU'RE A BASTARD MARCUS!"

He didn't need the feedback from the vibrator on his screen to confirm the reason for her light-hearted shouting.

The clear view allowed her to watch him drive a long way until out of sight, by which time the pressure on her clitoris had begun to build. "Ow fuck." She said, watching the towel land on the floor from around her shoulders.

Standing up made her fearful of her legs collapsing, so she tried sitting down, then least successful of all she lay on the sofa, but found that nothing could prevent the involuntary reaction to the vibrator being held against her.

The first approaching orgasm made her nervous.

Unable to spin her waist belt around and do anything about it because of the leather strap running through her legs, she tugged at her bonds behind her back, succeeding only in tightening the crotch strap.

Laying on her front, she screamed into the cushioning of the sofa, throwing her head up and down in sync with kicking her legs, as she mercilessly fought against the sensory overload, causing loss of control, which finished her off by turning her body into a soaking helpless quivering mess.

Far from being pleasurable any longer, the continual vibrations on her sensitive bud became annoying and insignificant compared to the spiking of ecstasy she'd reluctantly been forced to endure.

At the shopping mall, Marcus decided to have fun with the vibrator by sliding its speed down slowly and evenly through its range, to finish on minimum with a pulsed setting, immediately before turning it off. If this worked, his simulation of the battery running down would give her false hope of a reprieve and allow him to soon shock her back into dismay, without even being present.

Lily lay tingling on her back, wondering if there would be any point in trying the locked door at the bottom of the stairs behind her. Too tired to bother, she decided against anything but sleeping, and dozed on her side in the glaring warmth of the sun, streaming in through the glass.

A whole hour later, on his journey home, Sam ramped up the vibrator to full speed, destroying Lily's hopes of battery failure being the source for her little tormentor's relief.

Even though the gravel under the car tyres had announced his return, Marcus still decided to creep upstairs quietly, catching his quivering wreck of a girl, face down on the sofa.

Unable to move, she pulled hard against her restraints, giving him the show of his life as the belt cut deeper into her crotch, bisecting her tightened bubble butt, and increasing the intensity of the pleasure she fought against.

Not realising how much he'd missed her, the artistic shape of tensed muscles trying to burst through the tight clothing of her clammy arched body, straining against the restraints, under his control, made him want to give up everything, and simply fuck her.

Her tautened back shone with a thin film of sweat, where he witnessed the ecstasy firing through her body in uncontrollable spasms of orgasm, whilst kicking hopelessly with her legs against the sponge furnishing beneath.

Her mind no longer played any part in her body's submission to this natural response, but through the brain fog, a fruitless cry of help managed to escape her lips.

"Please! Enough." She groaned.

Amazed and aroused, he reduced the vibrations to a more tolerable level, one where she wouldn't be completely free, but soft enough to stop her fighting.

Sitting by her knees, Marcus held her hands out of the way and rested his head between her legs, so he could feel the vibrations for himself before he kissed every inch of the pert mounds in front of him.

"You look beautiful." He said, complimenting only the rear of her body. "Do you want me to release you from you chastity?"

"Please." Lily rolled onto her back, to stand before him. "And I need a drink."

"You look shagged." Marcus laughed at her stumble to present him with the padlock which had left an impression in the skin of her stomach where she'd been laying on it.

The relief relaxed her once he'd removed the pressure from her crotch, which reduced the vibrations to a mere humming feel.

Phone in his hand, he walked away saying, "I'll get you a drink." With that, the vibrations stopped completely, giving her a chance to recuperate in his absence.

The water went down in one swig with him holding the glass to her mouth.

"Thank you." She breathed, "But I still think you're a bastard."

"What? Why?" Marcus laughed with shock.

"Because now you have your princess in the tower and your sex slave who is willing to clean your cock and empty your balls every morning, what does that actually mean for me? I can't just stay here chained up like this for the rest of my life." She squared her face up to his and stared at him. "Why don't you take a chance on a girl you so obviously want, and a girl who wants the same from you, and make a decision of commitment? I promise I'll sign any papers you need to ensure that your estate stays safely in your family, so you have no reason not to follow your heart instead of your fathers' so-called wisdom."

Lily walked away to face the window, closely chased by Marcus who put his arms around her shoulders, to shield her cuffs from view using his body behind her, adding masculinity with his short stubble kissing the side of her neck.

"That was quite an off the cuff, heart filled outburst." He grumbled quietly into her hair, "How serious are you?"

Where he stood behind her she could feel his rising manhood pressing against her behind. "You are everything I want in a man." She replied, "And I'll give you my best shot at being everything you want in a woman."

Overlooking the fields and in plain view of the windows he popped the button at the top of her shorts and began the process of removing them.

Tucking his thumbs inside the elasticated hem of her damp underpants, he lowered them, catching hold of the vibrator as its lubrication allowed it to slip out easily, under gravity.

The sound of his jeans landing on the floor gave Lily hope that he may be about to give in to nature's calling.

She turned to face him, displaying her manacles to the world of empty fields through the glass behind her. "Are you sure about this?"

"I am so sure; I think I might explode." He calmly confessed.

She wrapped one leg around his and began hopping on her opposite foot, like a rider would when using a stirrup to jump up onto a horse, hinting for him to lift her and carry her to a romantic love nest. This he did by cradling her buttocks when she jumped and tightened the grip of her legs around his waist.

Their journey didn't take them far. A few steps and Lily found herself back on the sofa where she'd spent most of the last five hours.

Being in such an overpowering position on top, gave little room for error with her legs invitingly spread open beneath him, to steadily penetrate into breaking the lifelong vow he'd remained loyal to with such determination.

Wanting this to happen more than he did, she waited open mouthed, inviting any extra invasion of his tongue if he so wished. Wrists pinned below her back, she panted out, "Oh god." To give him some confidence during his first time.

"Are you ok?" He politely checked before proceeding.

"Of course I am." She exaggerated her breathing, "I'm already turned on from today remember." Seeing his want and enjoyment, she continued to fake her pleasure, unable to build any true sexual opinion, other than that of entrapment. "Please." She moaned, "Show me what you want from me."

Lily stopped talking to see his reaction.

"I just want you." His body weight collapsed on top of her and his genitals took over his thoughts. "I just want you like this."

Being completely sexed out due to the day's events, she had to encourage him without any lapse in energy. "Me too." She panted.

At the risk of hurting, his kiss pressed hard against her lips, but instead of reacting, she let out a medium pitched hum in agreement.

She thought he'd made a mistake when he pulled out of her, until, being conscientious, he reached down to pick up his wallet and produced the unused protection he'd carried around with him for so long.

"Consideration, now there's a turn on." She said, watching him rip the packet open in front of her. "But you don't need it."

"I will if you don't mind." He replied, taking advantage of the clean lubrication, as his hand guided himself back inside her.

"I can't even hold onto you." She spoke with her head turned away from him, twisted towards the back of the sofa. "But yet you could do anything you wanted to me." She turned to look at his reddening face, then tilted her head back with a groan. "Oh god, that turn's me on."

His humping suddenly became noticeably somewhat selfish, "What would you like me to do to you?"

"Look after me and let me please you." She panted.

This man obviously needed to learn about being more bedroom etiquette, but she let his pounding continue without comment, because she could tell he was enjoying his forbidden fuck.

"Tell me why." He said, quickly taking a breath.

Faking an approaching orgasm, she waited until he came to his point of no return before quietly releasing her ultimate phrase, "Because I'm falling in love with you."

His heavy breathing and shuddering hips, gave her the go ahead to fake a climax where she didn't have to fight him off, and one where he could savour the moment with no paranoia of being judged by her.

Lifting his weight from on top, he sat up to catch his breath. "You've done it again." He said, admitting his defeat, "You took something from me that I wanted to keep."

"Does this mean we have to be together now?" Lily sat up on the sofa to shift her restraints from under her body as soon as he sat beside her and took a large, satisfying breath.

"No." He gently touched the sides of her red cheeks with his hands and stared into her eyes. His fingers then stroked her hair out of the way on both sides, clearing the view of her elegant neck so he could admire its tender softness. "It means you've just earned yourself a collar."

Fearful of his sincerity she tried to hide her look of concern by tilting her head back, inadvertently opening herself up to allow him full access of the delicate skin around her throat as he smoothed it down slowly with his hands.

After inhaling a long, sensual breath close to her neck, his words continued to confirm her fears. "A solid, snug fitting metal one, bolted to the floor on a long thick chain."

Lily's sphincter twitched once at the thought of his threat. "What about Hexcross?" She reminded him, "We can't leave it behind."

"You'll have to stay here."

The feeling of his fingertips stroking her neck sent a shiver down her spine. With her future now threatened, she had to quickly gamble with a compromise. "How about you take us back to Hexcross where we both belong, and we can choose a collar together?"

His lips silenced hers with a soft kiss before he told her, "Your want's and wishes are going to get you into so much trouble."

"I have a clear conscience; I've committed no crime." She retaliated. "If you take me with you, you'll be able to make love to me as many times, and as often as you want."

Their passionate kiss told her of her progress.

"What about making love to these two beautiful lips instead?" He pushed for agreement, hovering his mouth over hers, waiting for a committing reply.

"No problem." She smiled, "You treat me right and I'll sleep with that cock of yours in my mouth like a baby with a dummy."

The smirk on his face told her she'd won him over.

Leaving their clothes behind in the observatory, they ran together, down the steps to the ground floor, giggling like teenagers, heading for the bed they'd not yet used.

Lily crashed on her back, with her manacles held tightly against the rigid metal waist belt, preventing her cuffs from digging into her body as she landed on them.

"On your front." He ordered, with his hand on her hip, guiding her over to the edge of the bed.

This allowed Marcus room to spread himself across the width of the mattress, and rest the side of his head on the back of Lily's thighs, facing up her body.

After a moment of teasing, by rattling the cuffs of her restrained hands, he brought his open palm down, to give each buttock a loving stroke, and endearing massage.

Besotted with the backside in front of him, he glanced higher up to her helplessly cuffed wrists, and considered his options. Laying still, and letting his mind obsess in the privacy of his own thoughts, he wondered how long he might be able to keep her like this before getting caught.

The sound of laboured breathing gave reason for Lily to roll over onto her side, unintentionally disturbing the comfort of Marcus's dreaming, as he mumbled her name in his sleep.

The morning presented a picture of the undisclosed lovers, laying together, legs intertwined, with Marcus's arms reaching around her head, typing away on his phone, and Lily's head comfortably at his chest.

"You Ok?" She murmured.

"Not really." He replied with medium concern. "I've had a message from my sick father's care nurse. I need to call him."

"Oh dear." She pressed her naked body against his to begin the day with a gentle kiss, gradually fighting her tongue through his lips to intimately tangle with his. The wet seal allowed an acceptable exchange of morning breath from her lungs to his before the bewilderment of his father's situation caused him to pull away. "Ok, call him." She spoke down onto his neck.

Showing no compassion for his father at all, she trailed her nose down over his body towards the growing erection she'd felt pressing into her leg.

"Sorry. He is such a stickler for marital tradition." Marcus added, inching himself away from her. "So I'm going to have to call him from outside if you're not going to behave yourself, you sweet little sex bully."

"Sex bully?" She laughed, watching him walk out of the room, and up the stairs towards the observatory.

A few moments later he returned with the denim shorts she'd left on the top floor, and another set of brand new underwear from the pack he'd bought her.

"Thank you." She said, but her words of appreciation received no response.

Head down in his phone, the outside door on the ground floor slammed behind him, tempting her to look through the window and watch him climb into his car.

After using the toilet, Lily began the routine of stepping into her underwear and kicking her heal backwards to slide the fresh cloth lining, up her legs. Once raised, by breathing in and rotating her wrist cuffs around her body together with the waist belt, she put her underwear in place, before repeating the process with her shorts.

Buckling up the brown leather belt, she prepared for his return once she heard the car door slamming, by standing in the kitchen, bare chested, with her legs slightly apart.

The look on his face told her he was in no mood for love making, and that whatever he'd just been told about his father's condition, had given him cause for concern.

Ignoring the carrier bag in his hand, with a shoebox shape inside, she pried into what had been said.

"You ok?"

With his left hand on her right shoulder, he placed the bag onto the table and reached inside to reveal a hacksaw that he'd been concealing in the car.

"Turn around." He grabbed hold of her metal waist belt to prime which direction he meant. "It's going to be a shame to dismantle such a beautiful piece of artwork." His surprise comment and the production of a hacksaw from the bag, could only have been referring to the removal of her manacles. "I don't just mean the metal bands, it's the beauty of them being wrapped around you. It makes you so incredibly enchanting."

"I'm confused, last night, you were talking about a collar. Why the change of heart?"

"It's my father." He explained, "He's definitely taken a turn for the worse and I really think I should go see him. I'd like you to come along and we'll explain that we've been dating for a while and try to get his blessing, or you can stay here on your own like this."

Turning and pushing him against the wall with her bare chest, she replied, "For a moment there I swear I felt a hint of love."

Marcus broke out into a smile and turned her around to assess the cuffs.

By rotating her waist belt as far as possible to her left side, he produced enough tension from her right hand to help steady her right cuff in preparation for him to cut it off. Setting the saw blade in the groove where the splayed head of the hammered locking pin sat touching the intermeshed locking holes of the cuff, he carefully began the forward and backward motion of cutting through it.

Realising the danger of the blade jumping out of the cut and digging into her skin, made him insert the handle of a wooden spatula between the cuff and her wrist, to protect her if this were to happen.

It did happen. Three times the cutting teeth bounced onto the wooden shield, before the rivet head came off, allowing the rest of the pin to be removed from the locking holes.

As soon as the cuff hinged open, she had to slow her arm from swinging too far in front due to the pain in her shoulder.

Now that he'd had the practice, the pin through the second cuff came out just as easily, freeing it from the ring attaching it to the belt, as well as allowing it to fall off her wrist.

The repeated agony of her arm being allowed to swing in front of her again, slowed her recovery, but she didn't care. She walked around the kitchen, working her arms back to normal as Marcus considered what sensible clothes he had for her to wear.

Left alone to wallow in the relief of her freedom, he disappeared out of the kitchen, returning shortly after with a pale yellow T-shirt.

"What about this?" She asked, having sucked her stomach in and rotated the waist belt around, in his absence, so that the ring became rested at her front for him to work on easier.

Before answering, he stepped over to where she stood. "Can't go destroying all your jewellery can we?"

His kiss that followed, allowed her to put her arms around his shoulders for the first time, and finally hold him close, which served to distract her from the disappointment of the waist belt.

"You'll have to tuck this in, to keep it concealed." He told her, breaking off the kiss, to pass the T-shirt for her to put on.

The loose fit of his clothing on her narrow upper body, did indeed perfectly hide the presence of the metal waist belt once tucked into her shorts and pulled back out slightly. Her chest also had plenty of room to not advertise the lack of a bra underneath the baggy fit.

The shoebox produced from the bag, made her the proud owner of a gleaming pair of white trainers, whose reflective stripes shone into the delight of her eyes.

"We should get going."

"What about a shower?" She looked inquisitively at him, "We must be stinking after yesterday."

"You smell ravishing my dear." He joked, dropping the broken cuffs into the shoe box and throwing them into the carrier bag. "We don't have time."

To collect anything incriminating, and prevent the cleaners from becoming suspicious, he hurried once around the holiday home, throwing his essentials into a bag, then raced back downstairs to meet Lily by the front door.

Sensing a reluctance to leave, he faced her in the kitchen where she pulled up her t-shirt to present him with the metal ring threaded through the locking pin of her waist belt, immediately in front of her bellybutton.

"Please can you take this off? It'll only take you a second, and we've got such a long drive." She asked, reaching for the hacksaw in the bag containing the shoebox on the table.

Expelling a sigh, his hurried decision took the hacksaw from her hand.

"What do I get in return?"

Lily scrunched up the front of her t-shirt and tucked it down, through the belt behind the locking pin, to protect herself against the saw blade bouncing out of the cut and onto her skin.

"Name your price." She said, sucking her tummy in, whilst holding the cloth with one hand above and the other hand below, pulling the t-shirt tightly through the inside of her waist belt.

This payed off after only two cycles of the saw cutting, when the blade came off the head of the locking pin, creating a ripping sound as the teeth tore into the cloth between her fists.

"Well for a start, you're going to have to wear that corset top I bought you."

Having no real options if she wanted him to continue his cutting, she simply agreed. "Ok."

Soon after, the head of the pin fell away from the belt and onto the floor, but before removing the rigid band from around her waist, he looked up into her delighted eyes.

"I get to choose your collar when we get home."

Nervous, but elated, she removed the metal belt from around her waist and placed it on the table, replying to his request with the words, "If you wish."

Smiling, Marcus picked up the belt and stuffed it in the plastic bag with the hacksaw, to take away in the car with them. Switching to his holdall, he rummaged around and took out the white lace up top for her to wear instead of the ruined t-shirt.

"You might as well bin that." He told her, hinting for her to swap her torn rag, for the extravagance he held in his hand.

Without complaint, she stripped her top off and stood bare chested to accept the uplifting cups as he wrapped the replacement garment around her body.

Working his way down her back, he pulled the laces through the metal eyelets again and again, until the fabric became fully closed at the rear, and he could bundle the lace ends up into a bow.

In the car, the initial three-hour leg of their journey allowed Lily plenty of time to hear Marcus offload his emotions about his father's terminal illness and explain the controversy of the estate he would be leaving behind. He explained about his jealous brat of an anorexic little sister, who has always suffered from mental health issues, and who stood to gain very little of the estate when his father died.

Their unavoidable pit stop, somewhere south of the Yorkshire border, would place her amongst the crowds in a public service station, and prove to be the true test of her loyalties towards him.

"If you run, I won't stop you." He warned her.

Her look of confusion told him she had no intention of running away.

"Where would I run to?" She reassured him, arranging her chest inside her top, in preparation of climbing out of the car. "I don't exist remember." For added reassurance, she held his hand. "I need you."

His nod accepted her trust, giving her the go-ahead to open the car door.

Lily met him at the front of the car and put her arms around him in plain view of the meandering public. "We have a date with a collar when we get home, don't we?"

He joined into the moment by placing his hands at the narrowest part of her corseted waist, then slipped them backwards and down, over the cheeks of her bum as their lips met to seal their deal.

A jovial group of young lads walking towards the stunning figure of squeezed femininity, pointed and slowed their pace to pass comment on the close proximity of Marcus's hand to the bulge of flesh showing through the slit at the back of her shorts.

"Excuse me love!" One confident youth called out from the safety of the group. "Make sure he puts a ring on your finger, after he's put his finger in your ring." The group of boys laughed loudly as they walked on by, booming out a further comment of, "I'd stick my cock in there any day." Generating a cheer of further sexist laughter.

Marcus spun himself and Lily around to shield her from the group, breaking the kiss off as he did, and letting go of her, to check she hadn't taken offence.

"I know which I'd prefer." She smiled.

Smiling back, he swung his hand down to pat her backside, but missed as she playfully dodged out of the way with a giggle, and headed off towards the service station without him.

Following behind, he allowed Lily to stay a few steps ahead of him, to admire her form, as she strutted her way, out in front.

Each contact of her heal with the ground, sent a dampened shockwave up her leg, contorting her pelvis upwards, with a twisting motion about her lower spine.

The rigid bones and lacing of her corset, remained perfectly upright during this movement, providing a sturdy reference background to observe the extent of horizontal flexing in her hips, as she transferred her weight from one heal to the other.

Swaggering her stuff, dangerously close to the group of boys, Marcus hurried alongside her and snaked his arm around the forced narrowing of her waist, to stray her from any unnecessary attention.

"You look amazing by the way." He said privately. "Just in case I forget to tell you."

"Thank you."

"You ok, or do you want me to get off?"

"NO." She snapped, too quickly for acting cool. Both her hands grabbed hold of the back of his and held it against her stomach. "Why don't you show these guys how they should treat a lady?"

"Because we don't have your collar yet." He muttered quietly into her ear.

The journey eventually brought them back to Hexcross, where Marcus parked his car outside the oldest of the buildings, which made up the manor house. Their walk took them through the courtyard, passed the stables, and into the tradesman's entrance of the kitchen where open mouths greeted Marcus with politeness, whilst eyes stared inquisitively at the beauty of the girl who's hand he held in tow.

A short maid, standing only just above the height of the work surface, showed an unhealthy interest in Marcus' relationship, eyeing Lily up and down with daggers before darting into the room behind, to call ahead of the new couple's arrival. Ever jealous, the poisoned dwarf told Marcus's sister that the girl whose sex smelling clothes she'd been ordered to wash in a hurry, had arrived with Marcus and were heading to see their father right now.

Outside the kitchen they wandered the halls of the interconnecting buildings which had been extended over the years by different generations of his family.

Marcus stopped to knock on his dad's bedroom door and waited for the care assistant to confirm that his father was in a decent state to be seen.

"Just a minute." The woman's voice called out, moments before the large, heavy door opened. Seeing Marcus hand in hand with a girl, she turned back to her patient, resting in his bed, and announced the arrival of Marcus and his mistress.

"My son doesn't have a mistress." He coughed in surprise.

"Just a second." The carer walked quickly away from the open door to straighten the bedsheets before they entered.

"As far as I'm aware he does." She told his farther, "Rumour has it that they've been seeing each other for over a week now."

Marcus introduced Lily to his father who politely shook hands.

Without hesitating, the trained nurse saw the need to address his bedding, and reached over him to adjust his pillows.

Her experienced hand gently touched his forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"She's a nurse father."

"And a beautiful one at that." The bedridden man croaked.

"Do you want me to give you a moment?" The carer asked.

Lily nodded her assurance of capability to dismiss the carer from the room, only to exchange places in the doorway by a skinny girl, entering on a mission.

"And here's my sister." Marcus announced in a somewhat depressive and sarcastic tone.

The sports bra did nothing to hide her skeleton of ribs, leading down to the non-existent flat stomach, currently being held in trim by beige waist training, jodhpur riding pants, which stretched out over her wide hip bones. This structural girth, attached to her skinny thighs, resulted in such a large gap on the inside of her legs, that she looked more like a 3D X-ray image of herself, rather than an actual living being.

Exaggerated lip fillers drew Lily's attention back to her face as the blond ponytail bounced up and down behind, in time with her jaw as she approached and spoke.

"Oh my, Marcus, won't you introduce me to your irresistible seductress?" She confidently blurted out. "There are rumours going around court about you two, and you certainly do dresses like a sinner."

Lily frowned in amazement towards Marcus, to see if this could be his sister's sense of humour.

"Are those shorts the ones my brother needed laundering in a hurry last week?" She blatantly asked, happy to actually catch the culprit wearing them. "Only, I was in the washroom at the time, and had to show our smallest of workers how to remove a stain from on the front there." She said, reaching down to touch the turned up hem, currently creating its own indentation into the skin around the top of Lily's thigh.

To the confusion of her brother, his sister knelt down for a closer look, stumbling on the heal of her riding boot as her knee touched the floor, and invaded his girlfriend's personal space as she steadied herself by resting the open palm of her left hand, on Lily's right hip.

"Ahh. Shit. Sorry, my knee." She innocently brushed off her motive of getting up close.

The tenacious girl then turned to face the suspect denim shorts, and with her nose intentionally positioned closely between Lily's legs, absorbed as much scent into her nostrils as she could.

Throwing her head back, she snivelled once into the air. "Oh my god!" She let out.

Not knowing what could possibly be coming next, Marcus didn't have time to react to his sister's blatant abuse of privacy when she quickly squashed her nose firmly into Lily's crotch, pressing hard to open her nostrils as wide as possible.

This time Lily backed away from the rude introduction, only to be followed for a few inches until she cleared the kneeling sister's reach.

Head down, Marcus's sister spun around to face her dad and announce her findings. "Father, they've been having sex!"

"What the hell are you doing?" The father scalded.

"The dwarf described washing a distinctive musky stench of intercourse from her clothes only last week, and now she's back here again with the same pungent giveaway aroma."

"Get away from her!" The lord coughed, from his bed.

"It's a woman thing dad, and a fact that can't be avoided."

"Get out!" Marcus shouted, threatening his younger sibling with a slap from the palm of his hand.

Pleased at making her point, the skinny girl clopped her polished black riding boots out of the door, adorning a huge smile of satisfaction on her face.

"Son." The lord began, "What you two get up to is no business of mine. I don't have long left in this world but I'll be dammed if I'll allow you to damage the reputation of this family before I go. So if there is any evidence of illegitimacy, you need to deal with it."

"No father."

"Listen to me! It's not too late for me to change my will, so don't force my hand. If a quick wedding is what you need, then you have my blessing."

Lily stood in both shock and amazement at being spoken about in such a matter of fact way, as though she wasn't in the room.

"I'm not pregnant." She interrupted.

Relieved, the Lord back-peddled from his harsh accusation. "Come closer, both of you." He held out his hand to take Lily's. "You are very beautiful and kind, so if you two are serious about each other, then all I'm saying is you have my blessing."

A knock on the door ruined his speech.

"I need to prepare your med's sir" The carer reminded him.

"Come on in, we'll leave you in private." Marcus could tell Lily wanted a break from the conversation. "Thank you father." He excused himself and Lily, as the two of them headed for the door.

Out in the corridor they stopped next to an antique chaise lounge, in front of a set of triple windows.

"Bloody close call with your sister." She said, looking directly at him. "Did your father just order you to marry me with his blessing or he'll write you out of the will?"

"That would make my sister, your sister-in-law." He laughed, "Fucking mad isn't she?"

"First impressions are telling me that, yes." Lily agreed.

"Do you think you could handle her?"

"Doesn't scare me. She just needs teaching a lesson."

With these words, Lily pushed Marcus slowly backwards until he could step no further and fell onto the frail old lounger, followed by her clambering playfully over his body.

"What sort of lesson?" Marcus smiled, looking up at her, kneeling on top of him.

Lily pinned him down by crawling her way over his chest until her knees rested on the chaise above his shoulders. Sitting back on his ribcage, she grabbed his hands and took charge of his wrists by clasping her fingers and thumbs around them, to raise his arms. She then shuffled forward and spread her feet out, causing the bones of her shins to crush into the muscles of his upper arms, enabling her to lower her crotch meaningfully over his mouth and nose.

The muffled laughing of approval from Marcus, encouraged her to stay in position until he began to pleasantly wriggle against her.

Pressing his wrists into the comfort of the chaise lounge, she leaned forward and lifted slightly, long enough to allow him to breath, but settled back down the moment he tried to speak, drowning out his free senses of smell and taste once more.

Mouth open wide, through the denim, his lips matched the bulging outline of hers, giving him more of a disadvantage as her cushioning lady parts pressed against him. Opening his jaw the widest, allowed the most passage of air through the filtration of the cloth seal around his lips and nostrils.

Breathing in through this greater surface area brought with it the very scent of sex that his sister had used against the couple to try and prove their illegitimacy. Breathing out, with muffled laughter, added moisture to the dormant particles, awakening them to provide a stronger taste for his next inhalation of breath.

His teeth could barely gain any purchase on the tight cloth in her nether region, scraping the seam that cut into and parted her concealed sensitive folds. The grating feeling of him munching against her, turned Lily's mind away from fooling around with the joke of what she should do to his sister, with an outcry.

"Oh fucking hell!" She giggled, admitting to her approval of the pleasure.

Opening her knees further, she rocked forward, raising and lowering the pressure of her groin slightly, fine-tuning his reactions with her movements, until satisfied with their synchronisation.

The slow motion of riding him, gave enough oxygen breaks in the sexual seal between his mouth and her crotch, for her to build up a liking of grinding herself into him.

"You're turning me on." She said, flicking her head up from the game play below her.

His attempt at a reply didn't matter. He raised his arms and fought off her grip from around his wrists, allowing her to rest on all fours above him again.

She didn't care that he took control of her movements by holding her narrow corseted waist, and slowing her rhythm down so he could concentrate longer on scraping his teeth along the rough seam of her shorts.

The distant sound of heals on the wooden floor interrupted their passion, but they both knew there would be plenty of time to recreate the moment later, and that not getting caught in such a compromising position took priority.

Lily twisted herself from on top of him, allowing Marcus to jump to his feet.

"I think that would be quite an appropriate act of revenge for your sister, after she chose my pheromones as her weapon of choice to try and steal your inheritance. Don't you?" She laughed.

"That, I would love to see." He replied, casually walking alongside her down the hallway with one hand on her behind.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked, still flying high on love.

"We need to get that crypt back in order before the gardener starts hallucinating again." He joked. "I need to lock it up, but there's still a long piece of chain in there and one of your boots."

"I think there might also be something hidden in there." She pre-warned him. "One of the inscriptions has a message with my tattoo on it. So can we take a spade?"

He squeezed her bum cheek to turn and guide her towards an outside door.

"Now who's hallucinating."

The dog that had initially discovered Lily, ran freely outside, and greeted the couple as they walked towards the stables. Marcus laughed at the irony of the dog's initial reaction of planting its nose in Lily's crotch.

"Ha ha ha. Good boy." He praised his pet with a ruffling of its ears.

"I really need to change out of these shorts." She shook her head in humour.

With a spade in one hand, battery lantern in the other, they left the dog at the stables and walked together, through the grounds to the open crypt.

Inside, Lily pointed out the inscription to him, in the hope that she might be able to prove a little of what she'd been telling him.

"Look. There." She pointed to the stone step at the arched entrance to where the two coffins were. "The riches of Lily's lay within your heart." She read the inscription out loud. "That's not a poem about flowers. Not with that love heart on its side. There is something of importance buried behind that stone."

Shaking his head, and without comment, he stuck the tip of the spade at the back of the stone and rocked it forward a little. Without stopping, he repeated the disturbance of the stone's positioning, to reveal a void under the flagstone behind it.

"Oh my god!" He said, reaching down and picking up a heavy, sand filled boot, from a surrounding pile of sand that had spilled from it.

The ancient leather cracked in his hand as he squeezed the top of it together and held the heavy item over to the light, in front of Lily.

They both recognised the size, shape and stitching pattern of the fragile remains, as being an identical match to the boot on the floor behind them.

"How did you do that?" He asked, sniffing the strange, but familiar smell of the unusually heavy sand. "You used Linseed oil to age the leather?"

"No!" Lily returned to the light with the boot she wore when she'd last travelled. "This one came with me. That one stayed in 1609 and is now over four hundred years old."

Unable to come up with a tangible explanation, he began gouging out the oil tainted sand with his fingernails, glancing only once at Lily, who watched him with delight at their discovery.

"Did you put something in here?" He asked, still accusing her of trickery. "There's a cloth."

To hurry his progress, he tipped the boot upside down and shook as he scraped more of the sand out onto the floor. Once he had enough of the cloth to grab hold of, he waggled it from its burrow, to feel something metallic inside.

More curious than excited, he unwrapped the contents, to reveal two gold pendants, each about the size of an Olympic medal, attached to its own individual gold neck chain.

Reaching to take hold of the one with the word 'DAME' curving around the top and 'LILY' curving around the bottom of the pendants circular circumference, she left Marcus holding the other one reading 'SIR' 'SAM' in the same layout.

"Are these gold?" He asked, frowning at Lily, in disbelief. "Because they feel too heavy for brass."

Lily sat on the floor with her legs crossed and stroked the heavy pendant over her cheek with her trembling hand.

"Yes it will be real gold. Probably pure gold from the hoard of coins I introduced to your family, years ago."

Annoyed with her tails of time travel and jealous of the words 'SIR' and 'SAM' staring him in the face, his concentration turned back to the unbalanced weighting of something else inside the boot.

Handing over the gold, to shake and scrape away more of the sand, he discovered a second piece of cloth down in the heal of the boot.

The contents of this bonus find, exonerated Lily from having had any involvement, at the same time as explaining the need for the linseed oil.

A pair of manacles, similar to the ones he'd recently removed from her, lay pitted with age, but rust free, inside the damp proof protection of an oily rag.

After wiping his hands on his trousers to remove the residual greasy sand he'd picked up from the outside of the cloth, he inspected the clean manacles in front of him.

The familiar hinge pin, looked identical to the ones he'd butchered when freeing Lily, but the counter facing locking teeth, seemed a little bit more advanced.

Lightly touching one of the cuffs closed, presented two chamfered edges, each one opposing the other, purposely made to be only half the overall thickness of the curved strap of metal used in their manufacture.

Matching recesses of the same toothed shape, had been designed to accommodate the twin, single acting, ratchet locking mechanism, when ramped up and joined with a solitary click.

Both sides needed to be pressed together with substantial force to allow the two, narrow angled metallic surfaces, to slide up over each other, causing momentary distortion of the cuff.

Once they'd reached the threshold of the highest point, the two teeth would snap down into the appropriately shaped groove, and create a seamless finish to the double sided locking catch, as the cuff then sprung back into shape.

The only way he could see of opening them again, would be to cut and remove the pin from the hinge, or by using some seriously heavy tools to overcome the tension in the metal. But the blacksmith had left them specifically for Lily to use when time traveling, in the knowledge that her limbs would narrow free of the shackles, as the witch's curse brought her body back to his dimension.

"You seen these?" He asked.

"No." Lily stood with the chains of the medallions hanging, one from each hand. "What are they" She asked, ignoring the obvious.

Holding out his hand to swap possession of the necklaces, Lily reached out and exchanged her gold for the equally heavy steel.

"Oh wow these have been made for a thin person." She said, inspecting the inside girth of the two cuffs, swinging almost closed under gravity. "We could use these on that skinny little sister of yours."

Unamused by someone speaking ill of his younger sister, Marcus placed the gold jewellery on the ground next to him, as Lily held one of the open cuffs against her wrist, to check out the size.

"These would knock her down a peg or two." She continued, sounding off about the girl who'd clearly annoyed her.

"Let's have a look." Marcus asked, taking control of the cuff currently unlocked around her wrist.

"See what I mean?" She confirmed, "I don't know what the blacksmith was thinking."

Interlocking his fingers, he squeezed both palms of his hands together so hard that his arms began to shake, until the clack of the locking catches snapped together and he could let go.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing!" She panicked, worried of the immediate discomfort that may follow. Retrieving her arm back from his grip, she found that although her flesh had been slightly indented on both sides, she could still rotate her wrist by slipping the metal around her skin.

Without realising the severity of what he'd just applied to her wrist, she passed her secondary observations in a more casual manner. "Ok, it's not that bad, but it is bloody tight though."

"If you ask me, it looks like they've been made specifically for you, by your supposed medieval chums." He said sarcastically, whilst gently ushering her body backwards, towards the wall below the rusty old ring.

Reading the inscription above, proved to be the straw that broke the camel's back for Marcus, pushing him to do the necessary to prove that her time traveling theory was bullshit.

"HANDS UP!" He insisted.

"Baby, be careful." She warned him.

Further annoyed by her advice, he wrenched the open cuff through the ring in the wall, and forced her other hand up, above her head.

Slamming the manacle against the wall with her wrist inside, proved to be an effective way of closing it, compared to squeezing with his hands.

Stepping back, he looked at her narrow waistline with her arms now up, and momentarily wondered if he should have attached the cuffs behind her back instead.

"You can keep the gold." She told him, eliminating the possible scenario of him robbing it from under her nose.

Seeing her squirming with the two link chain hanging through the four-hundred-year old rusting ring, holding her arms high out of the way, confirmed that he'd made the correct choice with the single use manacles.

He confidently approached her to tease her by tickling the soft inside skin of her up held arms with his fingernails.

"Honey, be careful with me like this." She further warned him.

Ignoring her, he unfastened the leather belt from around her waist, followed by her shorts, and dragged them down her legs to the floor along with her underwear.

"Babe. Please." She continued. "It's too dangerous."

Stepping back, he picked up the medallion bearing the name Dame Lily and hooked its fastening clasp through a link of the gold chain somewhere in the middle, to confirm that the necklace could be set to any length.

"I'm not saying no, but if we do this in here with me chained up like this, then you're highly likely to lose everything." Lily expressed, with more panic.

Facing her, he grabbed a handful of hair and snatched her head back as she gave her final warning. "If you make me orgasm in this room, all your wealth will disappear. Let's just get married and live a happy life."

With a shake of disagreement, he posted the gold medallion into her mouth, through her teeth, then let go of her hair, to fasten the gold chain behind her neck.

Stepping away from her flailing legs, he undressed himself, in preparation of putting an end to this time traveling bullshit once and for all.

Her words of "No." And "We can't do this." Came out humorously illegible, accompanied by the sound of clattering teeth against dull metal. The heavy chain attached to her biscuit of gold, holding the medallion fully inside the front of her mouth, meant no chance of her tongue's strength being able to push it out.

With their two bodies, naked from the waist down, Lily decided to stop refusing him and began savouring his kisses to her neck as he stood in front of her with his hands clenching her buttocks.

Her longing eyes and the lubrication of her folds invited him inside without refusal, but her concerns were more those of the outcome for Marcus, if she were to orgasm and travel back in time.

Being chained in such a way whilst having sex had taught her a few things about herself, the main one being that she actually liked it. So when Marcus began showing signs of stamina, she started to worry about any misplaced hopes of holding out after finding herself carelessly craving for more.

Her muffled cries grew steadily louder as the pleasure intensified, when she took the decision to fool him, by faking an orgasm, in the hope that she could encourage a quick ending before the real thing hit her, and catastrophe struck.

Happy with the speed of her approaching climax, Marcus pushed her back against the bricks, determined to force an orgasm out of her, but not wanting to fail by delivering prematurely, and drooping away with his tail between his legs.

This misconception became apparent the moment his balls began pulsing semen, without Lily's body language giving any indication of the concealed ecstasy clawing away at her insides.

Folding under his lack of experience, had given way to cumming inside her by delivering shot after shot of warm testosterone, unaware of how tauntingly close to the edge of her own orgasm Lily actually was.

Having frantically impregnated her with as much fluid as he could, the guilt of forcing himself upon her in such a brutal way, turned on him by encouraging the blood to drain from his erection.

But before he withdrew, the look of ecstasy on her face enticed him to give the poor defenceless girl one final thrust with what he had left.

Taking hold of the rusty ring above her head, he opposed the willingness of her bucking hips with a hefty tug down, to lift himself up further inside her, just as the feeling of her legs became void beneath her.

Defeated, her orgasm took over, forcing her to lash out due to her agoraphobic condition about not being in control of her body.

Jolting her arms down tremendously hard against the restraints, converted her pleasure into an immense pain in her wrists, where their joint pulling down effort, splintered the rusty old ring from its tether in the wall.

Losing the support from above, Marcus collapsed and withdrew his body into a squat, sending Lily crashing to the floor just as a loud crack filled the room.

Dazed and confused, she realised that something had gone wrong with her time traveling when she opened her eyes to see not only the disappointment of the manacles still around her wrists, but more so, Marcus stooped over, semi naked in front of her.

Unable to ask why Marcus was with her, she raised her cuffed hands above her head, to reach behind to unfasten the golden clasp of the retaining chain, and remove the medallion from her mouth.

"Who the fuck are you?" Marcus shouted, directing his voice towards the centre of the room, where the figure of a woman could be seen rolling up onto her knees, from the floor in the darkness.

"Don't be afraid." The middle-aged woman replied. "I'm Dame Madeline of Hexcross. I own this estate. Is that you Sam?"