Ruth Restrained

Ruth Restrained
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ISBN:  9781907976247
Author:  Krys Antarakis
Word Count:  64,438
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He pulled the solitary chair from beneath the room's writing table, and sat down. 'Come here,' he commanded in a quiet voice.
A fierce tremor shot through her body, causing her to shiver in anticipation as she stepped towards him. She knew what to expect, and made no protest as he took her arm and pulled her facedown across his lap. She felt his fingers on the smooth skin of her thighs, and shivered again as his hand slid up beneath her skirt. With a decisive gesture he flipped it back, exposing her bottom, and she bit her lip to contain a moan of excited fear. He caressed her buttocks, smoothing the silk seat of her panties over her soft round orbs. She squirmed.
   'And so you might, you little minx,' he whispered.

When conventional career girl Ruth Parrish meets a long lost friend, her life is turned upside down. The chance encounter revives Ruth's latent sexual urges, ripping away her inhibitions. Entering an unsuspected world of debauchery, exposed to an alluring menu of perversions, Ruth grows more wanton. Her circle of friends rapidly expands. Agreeable, attentive Lewis; voluptuous, affectionate Helen; stony, cruel Karly, and the charismatic Konrad, all induce desires she cannot resist.

New sexual cravings dominate her life; must she sacrifice her promising career to engage in a life of bizarre sex?

Once Ruth had recovered she was escorted back to the coach house, where Elsa joined her. 'Have you just taken big John?' she asked mischievously.
   'Yes,' Ruth confirmed, still somewhat breathlessly, 'and Olivia, too.'
   'Hmm, knowing John, I expect you're feeling a bit sore now, but you'll soon recover,' she said, with a knowing twinkle in her eye.    'Have something to eat. There's a show in a couple of minutes which will give you a little respite.'
   'A show?' Ruth asked.
   'You'll see.'
   Ruth edged up to the buffet. Quite a number of the guests were naked, some still wet from the lake, but no one seemed in the least bit self-conscious. Most of the women were topless, and Ruth began to feel overdressed. Then she saw another girl wearing a linked bracelet like hers and moved towards her.
   At that moment the music issuing from the sound system changed, the mainstream rock-n-roll giving way to an elemental rhythm played at a slightly lower volume. Then a collective sigh of admiration focused attention towards the makeshift arena, where Conrad was leading his acolyte forward. Zelda followed him, still tethered and proudly subservient, carrying a coil of rope. No words were spoken. He seemed to be controlling the young woman by thought alone as she stopped precisely where a double rope hung from a roof beam. She bent to place her burden on the floor, her supple body gleaming beneath a battery of lights trained on the central spot where she stood. Then she straightened up again and extended her arms.
   Conrad snapped handcuffs on her wrist, and with a rapid movement hooked the dangling ropes to the cuffs. From above came a humming sound as the ropes hauled Zelda's arms high above her head, the action lifting her breasts and emphasising the large, dark nipples. He then bent down, drawing her legs apart, and secured her ankles with loops of chain fixed to rings set in the floor.
Ruth imagined the touch of steel and the sense of helplessness imposed by restraint, and felt her stomach churn with that intoxicating blend of desire and fear. She sensed someone close behind her, and turned to see Morgan. He was naked, and his arms slipped around her, his hands gripping her exposed breasts. He drew her backwards, lowering himself into a chair and pulling her down onto his lap. She straddled him as he tore away her tiny skirt, and she instinctively reached between her thighs for him. His erection sprang naturally into her hand, hard and warm, his skin tight and silky. She began to caress him while he played with her nipples, but she could not take her eyes off the trussed girl.
   Conrad was continuing to bind his slave. One end of a length of rope had been looped twice around her waist, drawn tight and secured with an efficient knot over her belly. Then the end was passed between her legs and worked deep into her cleft before continuing up her back to be secured under the waist loop. Conrad then pulled sharply on it and Ruth saw Zelda's body go rigid as the slender rope bisected her vulva, parting her labia and digging into her pussy. Not one flicker of emotion crossed the placid face of the slave, however, though her discomfort must have been intense. So deeply buried was the rope that it seemed to vanish, as if it was threaded straight through her body.
   Conrad continued to truss the helpless girl. The rope was passed around her chest just under her breasts and fastened behind her. Then a second loop passed just above her nipples, compressing her breasts and forcing her teats into prominence. Then her arms were lowered and the handcuffs removed. The suspension rope was divided and hooked onto her waist rope, front and back, and held clear of her face by a spreader bar positioned above her head. Her arms were pulled back and bound tightly from elbow to wrist, and finally the overhead cables were raised until her feet were barely in contact with the floor.
   A hypnotic trance held Ruth captive as she realised that the greater part of Zelda's weight was being carried on the rope buried in her pussy, slicing into her delicate inner lips and crushing her clitoris. The thought ignited a flame in her own crotch, and she seeped eager juice onto Morgan's hand as he slipped it down between her thighs to probe her moistness. A tension gripped the whole room and time seemed to stand still.
   Ruth tore her eyes away from the spectacle for a moment. Elsa and Judy were playing with Nick, and near them was a man she recognised. She lingered on his face, puzzling over why it was so familiar, and then suddenly she recognised Jack Thorpe, the arrogant man from the gas station. He had a girl in his grasp, a pretty dark-haired thing. She was naked except for an elaborate harness of leather straps and the silver bracelet and ring on her right hand. Ruth's heart seemed to miss a beat, and what she had experienced on that fateful morning suddenly made sense as a passionate longing sprouted inside her.
   Movement caught her attention and she returned her gaze to Zelda and her master. Conrad held a whip, a short, vicious-looking black whip that trailed at his feet. His position left no doubt about his intentions, or his target, and Ruth's mouth went dry. She gripped the rock-hard penis in her hand more tightly and Morgan grunted, pressing his thumb into her clitoris. The wave of pleasure was almost painful, but she hardly noticed it as she watched Conrad raise the whip. It curled back and lashed down, and the crack of leather on flesh filled the room. Zelda's body bent like a bow beneath the impact, and she screamed as the whole gathering gasped in awe. A vivid white welt was cut across the slave's perfect bottom, that suffused with blood as everyone watched.
   'Ah...' The collective gasp was one of approval.
   Zelda was biting her lip, her head thrown back and her eyes closed, and Ruth tried to imagine the shock and pain as the thin leather cut into her lovely, flawless skin. Conrad raised the whip again and Ruth closed her eyes to blot out the sight, but prurient curiosity forced them open again as she heard the weapon's sinister whistle. The lash was too fast to be seen, but she could predict its course and she saw the impact curling around the helpless girl, followed a fraction of a second later by the deadly cracking sound and Zelda's cry of pain. The evil black tongue seemed to lick the slave as it slid from her body, and a white welt formed across the earlier one, which was now blazing vividly.
   Conrad traced her marks with his fingertips as Zelda trembled. Then again the whip was raised, and a third blow delivered, followed by a fourth. More followed that, and Ruth abandoned sympathy; the emotion that gripped her now was much more like envy as she watched the beautiful slave being whipped by her master.
   Conrad shifted his position, and the next two strokes landed across the front of Zelda's thighs, so precisely placed that she seemed to have red bands tattooed across her legs. Her face was contorted with agony, but the underlying serenity of her expression remained. As her master repositioned himself her eyes followed him, alive and shining with love. She seemed to be imploring him not for clemency but for greater affliction. The whip rose high, slicing through the air as it sped down to lay its harsh caress on her lovely body. The crack was hardly audible, but her scream rent the room, and Ruth stared in awe as the white band just above Zelda's nipples began to turn red. Her hand was jerking at Morgan's erection as she ground herself against his thumb. Her need for an orgasm was extreme, and she could feel Morgan's pleasure building as she pumped him feverishly. He pulled back, pushing her up away from him, and tears of frustration welled in her eyes. But then he pulled her back down, and she whimpered in triumph as he drove it into her with such force that her orgasm immediately broke around him.
  When she could focus again, Zelda was being taken down. Conrad was unwinding the ropes with amazing speed and tenderness, and as soon as her hands were free his slave took his head in her hands and kissed him passionately. When the last rope fell clear she took his hand and led him across the room to a whipping stool. She lay back across it, spreading her legs and lifting her arms in welcome as he began removing his clothing.
   Ruth, still bemused by the intensity of her own experience, viewed the girl with respect, wonder, curiosity and empathy. She gazed in admiration at the angry red welts marring those lovely thighs and breasts. Then Conrad closed in on his slave, and his impressive erection sank into her striped lusciousness. The room was full, but they were in a world of their own...
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Nice Characters in a Sexy Story
Tuesday, 29 December 2009  | 

This very nice novel is filled with plenty of good BDSM scenes where Ruth is continually tested as she is introduced to more and progressively difficult bondage and discipline. Her character evolves quickly as she hungers for her new friends to use her body in harsher fashion. The ending was a bit predictable - still I liked this Chimera novel a lot, and I hope to see more from Krys Antarakis in the future.


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