Re: Tale of an Archer (M/F M/FF F/MF m/f f/f), Chapter 9 - Maddie is very Ill (M/FF, F/MF), 06/30/2022
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Chapter 10
Maddie is gone (M/F MF/F F/F)
By @GreyLord and @Nainur
Maddie regained consciousness for only moments during the night. The poison in her blood had been cleansed too late. Too much of it had already found a home in her organs. She awoke with a clear and calm mind and saw Jason returning her gaze. "Jason, I love you. I have to leave now. Take care of yourself, promise. And take care of the bots. They are exceptional. The Glen, Jordan, …" And Maddie was gone. Her life was brief but very bright.
The doctors, McTavrish and Taylor, entered and checked Maddie for the last time. Dr. Taylor said, "Mr. Archer, Maddie has left us. We are so very sorry for your loss."
Jordan sobbed. He was crying unashamedly. He could not understand what had happened. Maddie was everything to him. He could not envision life without her. Dr. McTavrish put his hand on Jason's shoulder. "Dr. Kennedy is on his way here. Is there anything that I can do for you?”
Jordan could not speak but shook his head. The following days passed in a haze until the time came for the funeral. It was heavily attended, and Jordan was exhausted by all the condolences. Neighbors brought him food. Maddie had handled their money and finances. Now Jordan needed to begin managing his own life.
Going by the workshop only increased his despair. He handled tools and equipment but could not bring himself to use them. Everything reminded him of Maddie. He decided to go by the bank to get some cash. He had pride and could not continue living off of his neighbors. At the bank, he was shocked at how little money was in their account. Twenty percent of their income was to go to Magnus to repay his investment. The rest was the Archers'. He knew a good bit had gone into additional equipment, but it would be another year before their first payment to Magnus was due.
The bank's bot showed him that Magnus had just made a large withdrawal. The account had been set up to allow him to do that. He could withdraw up to the limit of his twenty percent. But that left very little cash on hand at the moment. Jordan left the bank with enough money to take care of his needs for a few weeks and headed to see Magnus.
Magnus Johansson welcomed Jordan to his office. "Jordan, like everyone I know, I am grieving with you over Maddie. There is no one in the Colony as well-liked as she. I am also sorry that I did not have a chance to talk to you before you went to the bank. I believe that Maddie was a major factor in the success of your business. With her gone, I thought it prudent to go ahead and withdraw my twenty percent. That is just good business and nothing personal. Our contracts are clear that I have the right to do this. Otherwise, the bank would not have allowed me to make the withdrawal."
With anger in his voice, "But you said our first payment would not be due until next year. We shook hands on that."
“Yes, we did," answered Magnus. "But the circumstances have clearly changed, and our agreements consider such possibilities."
Jordan left Magnus’ office and went to see Admiral Houston. He was welcomed politely into Houston’s office. “We are all devastated by your loss, Mr. Archer. What can I do to help?”
Jordan explained, "Magnus Johansson was a silent partner in our business. He has elected to collect his due early because of Maddie's death. But that does not leave me with operating capital. Can you help persuade him to give me more time? The business still has all of its profit potentials."
“My boy, I will be happy to talk to him again about this. I do hope that things will work out well for you.”
Maddie had questioned whether they should watch the Johansson/Houston pair more closely. But he had not known what else to do. Now Maddie was gone, and because of inaction on his part, he would lose his business.
Returning home, he stopped by the tavern for a sandwich. This time, he surprised the owner by ordering a double whiskey with it. The proprietor thought, "With his loss of Maddie, some whiskey may take the edge off his feelings."
When he returned to the apartment, his mind was fogged from his loss of Maddie, the dastardly behavior of Magnus, the oiliness of the Admiral, and the whiskey. He fell into bed without undressing.
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Jeeves reported to the bots, "The letter of the law has been followed. I do not see any direct action we could take to help Jordan. Do you have a suggestion?"
“Yes," Goliath replied. "I think we should bring Dr. Kennedy in the loop on this."
“I concur,” Joseph added. “If there is anyone in the entire Colony who can and will help, it is he.”
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The Samuel twins were taking their daily ten-kilometer run. They were glowing with youth, good health, training, and exceptional looks. As they ran, Tommy asked, "When we finish our run, we are due to demonstrate our bondage skills to Mom and Dad. What do you want to show them?"
Sheilah answered, “I know we have to be careful not to let them know that we have been practicing out of their sight. They would take it even more badly if they knew that we have involved Muddy. But I want to show that we are not just kids anymore. Let’s do a strappado. Is that alright with you?”
“Sure, that sounds good to me,” answered Tommy.
Later that afternoon, the twins entered the Chief’s office in their lodge. Amanda, their mother, was waiting with the Chief for them. The Chief asked, “How are you doing on your runs?”
Sheilah replied, “We haven’t timed it lately, but the run feels good. We start at a good pace and keep it up the entire distance.”
“That sounds good,” the Chief said.
Their mother asked, “On your run, did you talk about what you would demonstrate for us today?”
Tommy spoke up, “Yes, we did. Unless you suggest something else, I will tie Sheilah in a strappado.”
“With that, you are getting into advanced bondage. Are you both comfortable with this?” Amanda asked, looking at Sheilah.
“Yes, we are,” answered Sheilah.
Amanda said, “You are of age now and will leave the nest soon. You may proceed with your demonstration.”
Chief Samuel pointed upward, "There is a pulley hanging from a beam and a cleat on the wall. Thread a rope through the pulley, and you will be ready to go."
Tommy took a rope and threaded it around the pulley while standing on a step stool. Climbing down and moving the stool to the wall, he asked Sheilah, "Ready?"
Sheilah turned her back to him, offering her arms, "You bet."
Tommy tied Sheilah’s elbows and wrists in two-column ties. He attached the pulley rope to her wrist cinch and used the pulley to lift her hands high behind her back. Sheilah used this opportunity to show her parents how high she could stretch her arms behind her. Tommy cleated the pulley rope and turned to the Chief and his mother for approval. Sheilah looked at them as well.
Amanda spook, "There is always debate about whether it is better to use a two-column tie for the wrists or a cross wrists tie. Either works well. My personal preference is for a cross wrists tie."
The Chief added, "And there is always the question about how long you can leave a woman in a tight strappado. Sheilah, it is time to test you. Tommy, uncleat your sister and lift her hands higher until she is on tiptoes and cleat her off again."
“Yes, sir," said Tommy as he followed his instruction. Sheilah found that the added height did change the situation. She had gone from being relatively comfortable to the edge of being very uncomfortable.
“How long do you think you can tolerate that position, Sheilah?" asked the Chief.
“Father, I do not know. This is new to me,” she answered. That was truthful because being stretched this high in a strappado was new to her. “Do you want me to see how long I can take this?”
Amanda replied, “I don’t want you pushed to the edge. But we will observe you for a while to see how you do.”
The Chief and Amanda sat in their chairs for a quarter of an hour, and Tommy knelt on the floor watching Sheilah. Tommy was thankful for some of their previous private sessions where he closely observed Sheilah's body. Otherwise, it would have been hard for him not to stare at her ample cleavage now on display. Tommy was the first to notice that Sheilah's ankles were starting to tremble, and he pointed that out to his parents.
The Chief said immediately, “Take her down.” When Sheilah was free, he added, “You both did very well. I believe that you are ready to leave our supervision. Do you agree, Amanda?”
Amanda answered, “Yes, our children are ready.”
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Magnus Johansson was meeting with Admiral Houston. “So he did come to you. And you told him that you would talk with me, I assume,” Magnus said.
“Of course, and here we are talking," Admiral Houston said. "Naturally, since you are following the law, there isn't anything I can do, is there?"
“No, my dear fellow, there is not. Except to take your cut when we sell off his assets.
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Like people everywhere, most of the Creek were good people. But there was an occasional rotten apple in the barrel. The Chesters were such a family. They loved having Muddy assigned to them first because they were lazy. With Muddy to order around, they had less work that they had to do. But second, they just liked to pick on Muddy. They couldn't just give her an out-and-out whipping without having to explain the reasons to the Chief. But a lot of smaller torments could slide by without being noted.
Muddy had been cooking supper for the Chesters when the wife sent her to the well for water. On her return, she found the supper was overcooked. The wife blamed Muddy, saying that if she hadn’t been lazy and had gone to the well and back faster, it would not have burned. Muddy knew she had gone fast but also knew better than to argue.
The wife said, "For that, you will not get any supper tonight. And you will spend the night in a tight hogtie. Remove your halter."
Of course, it was utterly unfair. But Muddy simply dropped her halter and waited. The wife grabbed Muddy's shoulders and spun her around. Pulling her arms behind her back, she tied her wrists more tightly than was necessary to keep Muddy restrained. Then she tied Muddy's elbows, forcing them to touch. Muddy was limber, but this pushed her to the limit. "On the ground," the wife ordered.
Muddy sank to her knees, then a seated position, and rolled down. The wife tied Muddy's legs above the knees, below the knees, and at the ankles. She turned Muddy face down. Finally, she made a noose around Muddy's wrists and ankle ties and pulled it as tight as possible. This pulled Muddy's feet past her hands. Muddy thought that she was lucky that the wife wasn't any stronger.
The Chesters ate their evening meal. It really wasn't that overcooked. After the dinner, the wife announced that she would visit a neighbor. Muddy had a feeling of dread at that. The husband had been touchy-feely in the past. Now there was little that she could do to stop him. Yes, she could scream, but she did not think that would improve her situation.
Chester pulled Muddy to her side, exposing her tits to him. "Um, yes," he said as he tightly squeezed a breast. Muddy wanted to groan but thought that showing pain would only propel him to do more. He pawed at her tits for long minutes, pinching and pulling at her nipples. He didn't stop until his wife returned.
She was enraged at what she witnessed. Naturally, she blamed it all on Muddy. How dare Muddy entice her husband to touch her. Thinking of pushing Muddy out the door, the wife cut the hogtie with a kitchen knife. Then she cut the bindings at Muddy's ankle and below her knee. The bands of rope above Muddy's knees were so tight that she cut Muddy while sliding the knife under the ropes.
“Now you are bleeding on my floor!" shouted the wife. She grabbed Muddy's arm and pulled her to her feet. Scooping Muddy's halter from the floor and holding her arm, the wife marched Muddy out the door and across the village.
Muddy did not know whether to be happy or sad that no one was about. If other Creek saw what was happening, they might help her, or they might not. The cut on her leg was minor. She wasn't concerned about that. But she was being mistreated. Her arms were still tied behind her back, and she certainly wasn't participating in a courtship. But the only Creek she knew would help her were Tommy and Sheilah.
The wife stopped at the door of the Healer's lodge and banged on the door. When Healer Angela Wise came to the door, the wife said, "This piece of filth tried to seduce my husband. I cut her by accident. Would you check it out, please?" Without waiting for an answer, the wife threw Muddy's halter on the ground and stormed away.
Angela looked questioningly at Muddy, gently touched her arm, and said, "Come in, Muddy, I will take care of you." Angela picked up the halter and led Muddy inside, and had her sit on a table. "The first thing to do is to get you untied. After Angela untied the knots and released Muddy, she gave her the halter. "While I look at your cut, tell me what happened."
Muddy said, "Healer Angela, you and the Chief's family have always been nice to me. When I was sick once, you took care. When I was injured by that falling timber, you eased my pain. I am telling you the truth when I say it did not happen like she said." Muddy proceeded to tell the entire story.
Angela responded, “I will have a talk in the morning with the Chief and Amanda. The practice of assigning you to anyone who asks for you must stop. You are no longer a child.” Angela took a pan of clean water and cleaned around the cut. "Ah, it is not deep at all. You do not need stitches. A small bandage for a few days will do."
After Angela applied a bandage, she said, "Okay, Muddy, you are free to go. But I invite you to stay and have supper with me. I would like to talk with you some more. But it is up to you."
Muddy instinct was to leave, but her curiosity bade her stay. She was not used to the kindness and gentleness of Angela except to some degree from Tommy and Sheilah. As they ate, Angela questioned Muddy most skillfully, talking about herself as well. Angela let Muddy know that Angela was alone and lonesome as well. As a healer, she intimidated most men. She would like to submit to a worthy man but finding one seemed impossible in their small village.
Angela even mentioned that she wished that she could practice submission and being tied up just in case she met the right man. During that discussion, Muddy was suddenly horrified to realize that she had let slip that she had practiced with Tommy and Sheilah. Stark terror clutched at Muddy's heart. What had she done? In an unguarded moment, she had let Angela know their secret. Angela was a friend of the Chief and Amanda and would surely tell them about the twins and Muddy.
Angela immediately understood that Muddy had slipped and that she was terrified. “Muddy, please, you must not worry. Your secret is safe with me. I think highly of Tommy and Sheilah and would do nothing to lower them in the eyes of their parents or the village. I will tell you that you have raised them in my eyes, for they have found a way to do what I have not. Please tell me that you believe me.”
Muddy was not used to anyone entreating her to do anything. People just told her what to do. “I do believe you, Healer Angela.”
“I don't know if this is possible, Muddy. I would like to join your group. I know that is asking a lot. It is a lot for you to trust me and possibly even more for the twins. Even if you do not wish to approach the twins about me, would you consider practicing on me?" Angela's heart was in her throat as she said that to Muddy. Breaking tradition was perhaps the worst sin for anyone in the native tribes.
Muddy considered that having Angela with their small group would have advantages. Although she was not old, as the Healer, she was an Elder. There was some security in that. Muddy could not have said why, but she completely believed in Angela’s sincerity. Later, Muddy would know she was better at reading people than most. Muddy answered tentatively, "You and I can try. Can you give me some time to think about how to approach Tommy and Sheilah, Healer?"
“Muddy, of course, you can have as much time as you wish. And, in private, please just call me Angela. It is wonderful that you will work with me. Can we start tonight, or do you want more time to think about that too?"
“No, I don't need any more time, Angela. Do I understand correctly that you want to practice being submissive and to be tied up?" Muddy asked.
“Yes, Muddy, you are correct,” replied Angela.
Muddy said, "If we bring the twins in, you know you will be expected to do your share of the tying up? Otherwise, I think that it would be very awkward."
Angela smiled, “Muddy, I think it all might be fun. You are really ready to tie me up tonight?”
Muddy smiled back, “We do have a good time. And yes, I am ready.”
“And you will turn me loose in the end and take care of me while I am helpless?”
“Yes, Angela. Trust is a big part of this. If you don’t trust your partner, you should not let that person tie you up.”
Muddy bore no grudge against Angela. But she was mindful not to waste the opportunity, even in regard to win an ally unexpectedly. But she also relished the idea of subduing, even if only playfully, one very respected woman, an Elder! She knew at once she had to restrain herself lest innocent Angela bear her, Muddy’s, grudges against the Creek. She should not punish Angela instead of those miserably, evil Chesters!
“I trust you, Muddy. How do we get started?”
“Angela, tell me about your body. Are there any restrictions to your movements? Is anything hurt or sore right now? And then tell me about your mind. Is there something you fear I might do or simply don't want me to do?"
“I am in good physical condition. I exercise regularly. I don’t know of any fears that I should mention.”
“And you have never been tied up before?”
“Not since playing games as a kid. I don’t suppose that counts.”
“Alright, I propose tying you up completely so you can get the feeling of bondage, of being tied up. I will not tie you very tight, but you probably will not be able to get free by yourself. Once you are tied up, you should struggle and test the ropes. Do you have any questions?"
“No, I am awaiting your command, Muddy.”
“Turn around, please, and cross your wrists behind your back."
Soon Angela was on her bed, tied from head to toe. Her hands were firmly in place in the middle of her back. She wasn't hogtied or bound to the bed so she could thrash about. She had struggled, as Muddy suggested, but Muddy was correct. She could not free herself. Finally, she relaxed against the bed and said, "This is far different than I had imagined. I can see that it would be different even more if a man were doing this to me."
“It would. There is one more step we can take right now, but only if you want to. Often a gag goes with bondage. But if you wish, we can hold that for another day. What would you like?”
“I would like the whole treatment, Muddy. You can find some bandannas in the chest at the foot of this bed. Will that do as material for a gag?"
Muddy retrieved two bandannas from the chest and approached Angela's head. I will use one to fill your mouth and the other to tie it in." Muddy balled up one bandanna and started pushing it into Angela's mouth. She folded the other one making a diagonal strip, and put an overhand knot in the center. She put that knot in Angela's mouth between her teeth to hold the first bandanna inside. "Now, try to talk to see if this is effective."
Angela said, “Hmmmph, hmmmph.”
“Time goes at its own rate when you are tied up,” Muddy explained. “I will leave you like this for the next ten minutes to give you a feeling for it.”
“Later, when Angela was free, she showed Muddy to the door. "Thank you, Muddy. This has been an evening that I will not forget. You are always welcome here to play or just to talk. If the cut on your leg gives you any problem, let me know right away."
“And I thank you, Angela. I will talk to the twins at my first opportunity.”
Muddy left thinking this was one of the strangest of the many odd days she had recently had. She also wondered if she could entice the Healer to reveal some of the Healer’s lore to her – it might come handy should she ever run off into the wilderness and maybe join one of the roving bands of bandits, maybe finding her parents again or when war on the Colonists would be waged by more belligerent groups. Surely the Creeks were cowards, but healing powers would be nice to gain!
You have posted comments on one of my stories. That is appreciated very much. Please tell me what you think about the Tale of an Archer. If you would like your tag added or removed from this list, send me a PM or a post with that request.
This story is based on a role play with [mention]Nainur[/mention]. Much of the concept and the dialog is due to him. Any mistakes or errors, however, are solely my responsibility.
Oops, I am a day late posting this. I will get back on schedule with the next chapter.
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Chapter 10
Maddie is gone (M/F MF/F F/F)
By @GreyLord and @Nainur
Maddie regained consciousness for only moments during the night. The poison in her blood had been cleansed too late. Too much of it had already found a home in her organs. She awoke with a clear and calm mind and saw Jason returning her gaze. "Jason, I love you. I have to leave now. Take care of yourself, promise. And take care of the bots. They are exceptional. The Glen, Jordan, …" And Maddie was gone. Her life was brief but very bright.
The doctors, McTavrish and Taylor, entered and checked Maddie for the last time. Dr. Taylor said, "Mr. Archer, Maddie has left us. We are so very sorry for your loss."
Jordan sobbed. He was crying unashamedly. He could not understand what had happened. Maddie was everything to him. He could not envision life without her. Dr. McTavrish put his hand on Jason's shoulder. "Dr. Kennedy is on his way here. Is there anything that I can do for you?”
Jordan could not speak but shook his head. The following days passed in a haze until the time came for the funeral. It was heavily attended, and Jordan was exhausted by all the condolences. Neighbors brought him food. Maddie had handled their money and finances. Now Jordan needed to begin managing his own life.
Going by the workshop only increased his despair. He handled tools and equipment but could not bring himself to use them. Everything reminded him of Maddie. He decided to go by the bank to get some cash. He had pride and could not continue living off of his neighbors. At the bank, he was shocked at how little money was in their account. Twenty percent of their income was to go to Magnus to repay his investment. The rest was the Archers'. He knew a good bit had gone into additional equipment, but it would be another year before their first payment to Magnus was due.
The bank's bot showed him that Magnus had just made a large withdrawal. The account had been set up to allow him to do that. He could withdraw up to the limit of his twenty percent. But that left very little cash on hand at the moment. Jordan left the bank with enough money to take care of his needs for a few weeks and headed to see Magnus.
Magnus Johansson welcomed Jordan to his office. "Jordan, like everyone I know, I am grieving with you over Maddie. There is no one in the Colony as well-liked as she. I am also sorry that I did not have a chance to talk to you before you went to the bank. I believe that Maddie was a major factor in the success of your business. With her gone, I thought it prudent to go ahead and withdraw my twenty percent. That is just good business and nothing personal. Our contracts are clear that I have the right to do this. Otherwise, the bank would not have allowed me to make the withdrawal."
With anger in his voice, "But you said our first payment would not be due until next year. We shook hands on that."
“Yes, we did," answered Magnus. "But the circumstances have clearly changed, and our agreements consider such possibilities."
Jordan left Magnus’ office and went to see Admiral Houston. He was welcomed politely into Houston’s office. “We are all devastated by your loss, Mr. Archer. What can I do to help?”
Jordan explained, "Magnus Johansson was a silent partner in our business. He has elected to collect his due early because of Maddie's death. But that does not leave me with operating capital. Can you help persuade him to give me more time? The business still has all of its profit potentials."
“My boy, I will be happy to talk to him again about this. I do hope that things will work out well for you.”
Maddie had questioned whether they should watch the Johansson/Houston pair more closely. But he had not known what else to do. Now Maddie was gone, and because of inaction on his part, he would lose his business.
Returning home, he stopped by the tavern for a sandwich. This time, he surprised the owner by ordering a double whiskey with it. The proprietor thought, "With his loss of Maddie, some whiskey may take the edge off his feelings."
When he returned to the apartment, his mind was fogged from his loss of Maddie, the dastardly behavior of Magnus, the oiliness of the Admiral, and the whiskey. He fell into bed without undressing.
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Jeeves reported to the bots, "The letter of the law has been followed. I do not see any direct action we could take to help Jordan. Do you have a suggestion?"
“Yes," Goliath replied. "I think we should bring Dr. Kennedy in the loop on this."
“I concur,” Joseph added. “If there is anyone in the entire Colony who can and will help, it is he.”
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The Samuel twins were taking their daily ten-kilometer run. They were glowing with youth, good health, training, and exceptional looks. As they ran, Tommy asked, "When we finish our run, we are due to demonstrate our bondage skills to Mom and Dad. What do you want to show them?"
Sheilah answered, “I know we have to be careful not to let them know that we have been practicing out of their sight. They would take it even more badly if they knew that we have involved Muddy. But I want to show that we are not just kids anymore. Let’s do a strappado. Is that alright with you?”
“Sure, that sounds good to me,” answered Tommy.
Later that afternoon, the twins entered the Chief’s office in their lodge. Amanda, their mother, was waiting with the Chief for them. The Chief asked, “How are you doing on your runs?”
Sheilah replied, “We haven’t timed it lately, but the run feels good. We start at a good pace and keep it up the entire distance.”
“That sounds good,” the Chief said.
Their mother asked, “On your run, did you talk about what you would demonstrate for us today?”
Tommy spoke up, “Yes, we did. Unless you suggest something else, I will tie Sheilah in a strappado.”
“With that, you are getting into advanced bondage. Are you both comfortable with this?” Amanda asked, looking at Sheilah.
“Yes, we are,” answered Sheilah.
Amanda said, “You are of age now and will leave the nest soon. You may proceed with your demonstration.”
Chief Samuel pointed upward, "There is a pulley hanging from a beam and a cleat on the wall. Thread a rope through the pulley, and you will be ready to go."
Tommy took a rope and threaded it around the pulley while standing on a step stool. Climbing down and moving the stool to the wall, he asked Sheilah, "Ready?"
Sheilah turned her back to him, offering her arms, "You bet."
Tommy tied Sheilah’s elbows and wrists in two-column ties. He attached the pulley rope to her wrist cinch and used the pulley to lift her hands high behind her back. Sheilah used this opportunity to show her parents how high she could stretch her arms behind her. Tommy cleated the pulley rope and turned to the Chief and his mother for approval. Sheilah looked at them as well.
Amanda spook, "There is always debate about whether it is better to use a two-column tie for the wrists or a cross wrists tie. Either works well. My personal preference is for a cross wrists tie."
The Chief added, "And there is always the question about how long you can leave a woman in a tight strappado. Sheilah, it is time to test you. Tommy, uncleat your sister and lift her hands higher until she is on tiptoes and cleat her off again."
“Yes, sir," said Tommy as he followed his instruction. Sheilah found that the added height did change the situation. She had gone from being relatively comfortable to the edge of being very uncomfortable.
“How long do you think you can tolerate that position, Sheilah?" asked the Chief.
“Father, I do not know. This is new to me,” she answered. That was truthful because being stretched this high in a strappado was new to her. “Do you want me to see how long I can take this?”
Amanda replied, “I don’t want you pushed to the edge. But we will observe you for a while to see how you do.”
The Chief and Amanda sat in their chairs for a quarter of an hour, and Tommy knelt on the floor watching Sheilah. Tommy was thankful for some of their previous private sessions where he closely observed Sheilah's body. Otherwise, it would have been hard for him not to stare at her ample cleavage now on display. Tommy was the first to notice that Sheilah's ankles were starting to tremble, and he pointed that out to his parents.
The Chief said immediately, “Take her down.” When Sheilah was free, he added, “You both did very well. I believe that you are ready to leave our supervision. Do you agree, Amanda?”
Amanda answered, “Yes, our children are ready.”
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Magnus Johansson was meeting with Admiral Houston. “So he did come to you. And you told him that you would talk with me, I assume,” Magnus said.
“Of course, and here we are talking," Admiral Houston said. "Naturally, since you are following the law, there isn't anything I can do, is there?"
“No, my dear fellow, there is not. Except to take your cut when we sell off his assets.
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Like people everywhere, most of the Creek were good people. But there was an occasional rotten apple in the barrel. The Chesters were such a family. They loved having Muddy assigned to them first because they were lazy. With Muddy to order around, they had less work that they had to do. But second, they just liked to pick on Muddy. They couldn't just give her an out-and-out whipping without having to explain the reasons to the Chief. But a lot of smaller torments could slide by without being noted.
Muddy had been cooking supper for the Chesters when the wife sent her to the well for water. On her return, she found the supper was overcooked. The wife blamed Muddy, saying that if she hadn’t been lazy and had gone to the well and back faster, it would not have burned. Muddy knew she had gone fast but also knew better than to argue.
The wife said, "For that, you will not get any supper tonight. And you will spend the night in a tight hogtie. Remove your halter."
Of course, it was utterly unfair. But Muddy simply dropped her halter and waited. The wife grabbed Muddy's shoulders and spun her around. Pulling her arms behind her back, she tied her wrists more tightly than was necessary to keep Muddy restrained. Then she tied Muddy's elbows, forcing them to touch. Muddy was limber, but this pushed her to the limit. "On the ground," the wife ordered.
Muddy sank to her knees, then a seated position, and rolled down. The wife tied Muddy's legs above the knees, below the knees, and at the ankles. She turned Muddy face down. Finally, she made a noose around Muddy's wrists and ankle ties and pulled it as tight as possible. This pulled Muddy's feet past her hands. Muddy thought that she was lucky that the wife wasn't any stronger.
The Chesters ate their evening meal. It really wasn't that overcooked. After the dinner, the wife announced that she would visit a neighbor. Muddy had a feeling of dread at that. The husband had been touchy-feely in the past. Now there was little that she could do to stop him. Yes, she could scream, but she did not think that would improve her situation.
Chester pulled Muddy to her side, exposing her tits to him. "Um, yes," he said as he tightly squeezed a breast. Muddy wanted to groan but thought that showing pain would only propel him to do more. He pawed at her tits for long minutes, pinching and pulling at her nipples. He didn't stop until his wife returned.
She was enraged at what she witnessed. Naturally, she blamed it all on Muddy. How dare Muddy entice her husband to touch her. Thinking of pushing Muddy out the door, the wife cut the hogtie with a kitchen knife. Then she cut the bindings at Muddy's ankle and below her knee. The bands of rope above Muddy's knees were so tight that she cut Muddy while sliding the knife under the ropes.
“Now you are bleeding on my floor!" shouted the wife. She grabbed Muddy's arm and pulled her to her feet. Scooping Muddy's halter from the floor and holding her arm, the wife marched Muddy out the door and across the village.
Muddy did not know whether to be happy or sad that no one was about. If other Creek saw what was happening, they might help her, or they might not. The cut on her leg was minor. She wasn't concerned about that. But she was being mistreated. Her arms were still tied behind her back, and she certainly wasn't participating in a courtship. But the only Creek she knew would help her were Tommy and Sheilah.
The wife stopped at the door of the Healer's lodge and banged on the door. When Healer Angela Wise came to the door, the wife said, "This piece of filth tried to seduce my husband. I cut her by accident. Would you check it out, please?" Without waiting for an answer, the wife threw Muddy's halter on the ground and stormed away.
Angela looked questioningly at Muddy, gently touched her arm, and said, "Come in, Muddy, I will take care of you." Angela picked up the halter and led Muddy inside, and had her sit on a table. "The first thing to do is to get you untied. After Angela untied the knots and released Muddy, she gave her the halter. "While I look at your cut, tell me what happened."
Muddy said, "Healer Angela, you and the Chief's family have always been nice to me. When I was sick once, you took care. When I was injured by that falling timber, you eased my pain. I am telling you the truth when I say it did not happen like she said." Muddy proceeded to tell the entire story.
Angela responded, “I will have a talk in the morning with the Chief and Amanda. The practice of assigning you to anyone who asks for you must stop. You are no longer a child.” Angela took a pan of clean water and cleaned around the cut. "Ah, it is not deep at all. You do not need stitches. A small bandage for a few days will do."
After Angela applied a bandage, she said, "Okay, Muddy, you are free to go. But I invite you to stay and have supper with me. I would like to talk with you some more. But it is up to you."
Muddy instinct was to leave, but her curiosity bade her stay. She was not used to the kindness and gentleness of Angela except to some degree from Tommy and Sheilah. As they ate, Angela questioned Muddy most skillfully, talking about herself as well. Angela let Muddy know that Angela was alone and lonesome as well. As a healer, she intimidated most men. She would like to submit to a worthy man but finding one seemed impossible in their small village.
Angela even mentioned that she wished that she could practice submission and being tied up just in case she met the right man. During that discussion, Muddy was suddenly horrified to realize that she had let slip that she had practiced with Tommy and Sheilah. Stark terror clutched at Muddy's heart. What had she done? In an unguarded moment, she had let Angela know their secret. Angela was a friend of the Chief and Amanda and would surely tell them about the twins and Muddy.
Angela immediately understood that Muddy had slipped and that she was terrified. “Muddy, please, you must not worry. Your secret is safe with me. I think highly of Tommy and Sheilah and would do nothing to lower them in the eyes of their parents or the village. I will tell you that you have raised them in my eyes, for they have found a way to do what I have not. Please tell me that you believe me.”
Muddy was not used to anyone entreating her to do anything. People just told her what to do. “I do believe you, Healer Angela.”
“I don't know if this is possible, Muddy. I would like to join your group. I know that is asking a lot. It is a lot for you to trust me and possibly even more for the twins. Even if you do not wish to approach the twins about me, would you consider practicing on me?" Angela's heart was in her throat as she said that to Muddy. Breaking tradition was perhaps the worst sin for anyone in the native tribes.
Muddy considered that having Angela with their small group would have advantages. Although she was not old, as the Healer, she was an Elder. There was some security in that. Muddy could not have said why, but she completely believed in Angela’s sincerity. Later, Muddy would know she was better at reading people than most. Muddy answered tentatively, "You and I can try. Can you give me some time to think about how to approach Tommy and Sheilah, Healer?"
“Muddy, of course, you can have as much time as you wish. And, in private, please just call me Angela. It is wonderful that you will work with me. Can we start tonight, or do you want more time to think about that too?"
“No, I don't need any more time, Angela. Do I understand correctly that you want to practice being submissive and to be tied up?" Muddy asked.
“Yes, Muddy, you are correct,” replied Angela.
Muddy said, "If we bring the twins in, you know you will be expected to do your share of the tying up? Otherwise, I think that it would be very awkward."
Angela smiled, “Muddy, I think it all might be fun. You are really ready to tie me up tonight?”
Muddy smiled back, “We do have a good time. And yes, I am ready.”
“And you will turn me loose in the end and take care of me while I am helpless?”
“Yes, Angela. Trust is a big part of this. If you don’t trust your partner, you should not let that person tie you up.”
Muddy bore no grudge against Angela. But she was mindful not to waste the opportunity, even in regard to win an ally unexpectedly. But she also relished the idea of subduing, even if only playfully, one very respected woman, an Elder! She knew at once she had to restrain herself lest innocent Angela bear her, Muddy’s, grudges against the Creek. She should not punish Angela instead of those miserably, evil Chesters!
“I trust you, Muddy. How do we get started?”
“Angela, tell me about your body. Are there any restrictions to your movements? Is anything hurt or sore right now? And then tell me about your mind. Is there something you fear I might do or simply don't want me to do?"
“I am in good physical condition. I exercise regularly. I don’t know of any fears that I should mention.”
“And you have never been tied up before?”
“Not since playing games as a kid. I don’t suppose that counts.”
“Alright, I propose tying you up completely so you can get the feeling of bondage, of being tied up. I will not tie you very tight, but you probably will not be able to get free by yourself. Once you are tied up, you should struggle and test the ropes. Do you have any questions?"
“No, I am awaiting your command, Muddy.”
“Turn around, please, and cross your wrists behind your back."
Soon Angela was on her bed, tied from head to toe. Her hands were firmly in place in the middle of her back. She wasn't hogtied or bound to the bed so she could thrash about. She had struggled, as Muddy suggested, but Muddy was correct. She could not free herself. Finally, she relaxed against the bed and said, "This is far different than I had imagined. I can see that it would be different even more if a man were doing this to me."
“It would. There is one more step we can take right now, but only if you want to. Often a gag goes with bondage. But if you wish, we can hold that for another day. What would you like?”
“I would like the whole treatment, Muddy. You can find some bandannas in the chest at the foot of this bed. Will that do as material for a gag?"
Muddy retrieved two bandannas from the chest and approached Angela's head. I will use one to fill your mouth and the other to tie it in." Muddy balled up one bandanna and started pushing it into Angela's mouth. She folded the other one making a diagonal strip, and put an overhand knot in the center. She put that knot in Angela's mouth between her teeth to hold the first bandanna inside. "Now, try to talk to see if this is effective."
Angela said, “Hmmmph, hmmmph.”
“Time goes at its own rate when you are tied up,” Muddy explained. “I will leave you like this for the next ten minutes to give you a feeling for it.”
“Later, when Angela was free, she showed Muddy to the door. "Thank you, Muddy. This has been an evening that I will not forget. You are always welcome here to play or just to talk. If the cut on your leg gives you any problem, let me know right away."
“And I thank you, Angela. I will talk to the twins at my first opportunity.”
Muddy left thinking this was one of the strangest of the many odd days she had recently had. She also wondered if she could entice the Healer to reveal some of the Healer’s lore to her – it might come handy should she ever run off into the wilderness and maybe join one of the roving bands of bandits, maybe finding her parents again or when war on the Colonists would be waged by more belligerent groups. Surely the Creeks were cowards, but healing powers would be nice to gain!