Chapter 3

A miserable and humiliated Jane was straightening herself up in the bathroom, when a knock sounded on the bedroom door.

"You stay in there, honey," Clark called to her. "I'll get it!"

He opened the door. He had slipped on a bathrobe which was belted at the waist.

Adrian stood in the hall, holding a silver tray on which sat two glasses. One of the glasses was colored red, the other, blue.

A mocking smile played at the edges of her lips. Seeing Clark's serious attitude, she restrained the comments which would only have irked him.

He asked in a voice pitched low, so Jane could not hear it, "Is everything ready?"

Adrian said, "It's just as you required. The drug is in the blue glass."

"I hope you didn't put in too heavy a dose," he said.

"No-it's a very light one, just enough to put her out for an hour or so," Adrian said. "It will soothe her girlish anxieties."

"Don't be so smug, Adrian. I can remember a time when you were equally nervous and afraid. I had to train you, too.'

"And so you did." Adrian licked her lips suggestively. "Now, of course, I'm so very well trained, that I am able to train others."

"So you are."

"Why not let me train the girl?" Lust flickered in her pale eyes. She was eager, intent. She leaned forward.

Her thin lips were glossy and glimmering, covered as they were with a waxy, colorless lip gloss which made them shimmer wetly.

"Let me train her,' she urged. "I know your tastes-know what you require of and from a woman. Let me teach her to obey!"

"No! Not yet,' he said. "Later, perhaps but not right now."

Adrian's lush breasts lifted and fell as she shrugged. "Suit yourself. You're the boss here, the master of the house."

"That's right, and don't you ever forget it!"

She smiled wickedly. "And if I do, what will you do to me-whip me?"

"Ah, you'd like that, wouldn't you, you bitch?!"

"Like all your servants, I am here only to serve your pleasure," Adrian said.

From behind the closed bathroom door, Jane called weakly, "Clark? Honey?"

"I'd better go," Adrian grinned. 'Your bride is waiting for you."

"I believe I will whip you at that Adrian. It would do you good."

"You know where to find me, master. I'll be there for you, any time of the day or not. Until then-have a happy wedding night."

Clark took the tray with the glasses on it. Adrian turned and walked down the long carpeted hall. Her rounded buttocks rolled beneath her tight skirt.

Clark watched her walk to the end of the hall. Her long legs flashed as she moved in bold strides. She halted at the stairwell.

Turning around, she winked at him and blew him a kiss.

Clark couldn't help but smile-that Adrian was a wild one, for sure.

But he could have her anytime. Now, he had other, more pressing business at hand.

He closed and locked the bedroom door. He set the tray with the glasses down on a night table, just as the bathroom door opened.

Jane stuck her head out into the room. Nothing could spoil her fresh beauty, and Clark wanted her more now than ever.

Her hair was bedraggled, and golden strands were sweat-plastered down on her pale forehead. She swallowed heavily.

She had cleaned herself up, and showed no signs that she had just been violently sick. She stepped into the bedroom.

She was weak and shaking. Her breasts bobbed and jiggled as she trembled. Goose bumps rose up on her satiny flesh, which now was pale and white.

"God, Clark, I'm so ashamed!" She burst into fresh tears.

He hurried to her. He put his arm around her shaking shoulders and led her to the bed. "Sit down, darling, and rest."

Jane parked her rounded bottom on the mattress, resting her feet on the floor. "Clark, how can you ever forgive me?!"

He planted a soft kiss on her sweaty, cold forehead. 'There's nothing to forgive, Jane. I love you, and nothing's going to change that!"

"Who-who was that outside?"

"One of the servants. She brought something that will settle your stomach, and soothe your nerves, dearest.'

Jane groaned with fresh shame. "Oh, I hope the servants don't know about this! I couldn't bear to face them!"

"Don't worry about a thing, Jane." Clark handed her the blue glass.

Jane sipped the drink. She scowled, making a face of distaste.

"Ugh! This tastes bitter!" she said.

"Medicine usually does," Clark smiled. "But it will settle your stomach, and keep you from being sick again. We wouldn't want that to happen, would we?"

"No-of course not." Jane shook her head.

"Now, drink it all up, like a good girl, Jane, darling."

Jane took a long swallow. "Hmmmm ... you're right, this is very soothing. It's making me feel much, much calmer."

She drank some more. Clark stood at her side, hovering over her.

Jane looked up from the glass. "What medicine did you say this is, dear?'

Clark shrugged. "I don't know, Jane. I'm no pharmacist. I only know it's good for you, so drink it all up. That's the way, darling."

Jane drank the last of the water in the glass, then set it down. Suddenly she shut her eyes, and rocked back and forth.

"This is very strong stuff." Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth, so heavy that she had trouble moving it, to pronounce her words.

There was a delicious warmth billowing in her tummy. Second by second, that warmth spread through her, flooding her veins.

"How do you feel, Jane?" Clark's voice sounded very distant, and far away.

She shook her head to clear it. Her mind felt like it was packed in cotton.

"I feel very relaxed." She spoke very carefully and slowly, shaping her words with care. All the same, they came out slurred.

A puzzled look flickered in her eyes, which were glazing over fast.

"I feel so strange,' she said. "All of a sudden, I'm so sleepy!"

"Perfectly understandable," Clark said. "You've had a long and somewhat trying day, physically and emotionally."

He urged her to get some rest. She couldn't understand this sudden sleepiness which had come over her all at once.

Clark's hands were soft but firm as they pushed her down on her back on the bed.

Jane fought to stay awake-a losing battle. She said something, but her words were so muffled that they were meaningless.

The last thing she saw before she passed out was her husband looking down at her, his face all white and shiny in the light....

And now she was awake.

The effect of the drug, the light dosage, had worn off quickly. Jane had no way of knowing how much time had gone by while she slept.

It had actually been a few hours. It was now shortly after midnight, as the clock on the night table showed.

It took some time for Jane to regain full possession of her senses. The drug was still in her body, blurring her perceptions.

But the feeling of the ropes which bound her in her nudity was real enough. Like an underwater swimmer striking for the surface, Jane labored to shake off the mists of the drug.

She sat dazed in the chair, staring at her husband in his black leather outfit.

At last she spoke: "What-what happened to me?! '

"You were sleeping,' Clark said gently, "and now you're up and awake."

"But-I'm all tied up!" She was more puzzled than alarmed. 'Why?'."

"So you wouldn't hurt yourself while you were sleeping."

Jane looked around the room. Her gaze halted when she saw the empty blue glass which sat on the night table. Bitterness tingled in her mouth.

Suddenly she realized what had happened: "You drugged me!"

He didn't even bother to deny it. "That's right, Jane, I did."

"But-why?!" Her voice broke as she made her last comment.

Clark rose from the bed and came to her. Her eyes fixed on the massive bulge in the crotch of his black leather trousers.

"Clark, what are you doing to me?!" She desperately looked up at him.

He rested his hand on her shoulder. "I love you, Jane. One way or another, I'm going to cure you of your fear of sex."

"How? By drugging me and tying me up?!"

"That's part of it," he said. "It's obvious that your case is too far gone for any half-measures. What you need is shock treatment."

"What-what are you talking about? Are you mad?!"

"I've never been more sane in my life. Look at yourself, Jane. Imagine how tormenting it must be for me to be with you."

"There you are, a beautiful young lady the girl I love-my wife.'

"Your face is stunning. Your physique well, it's sheer perfection. It would tempt even the mildest, most sexless man."

"You're beautiful, but there's something in your head which threatens to poison our relationship before it even has a chance to begin."

Clark's face set in stern lines. "I don't intend for that to happen, Jane. I love you too much for that-and I want you too badly!"

He fondled ringlets of her hair. "I know that you can't free yourself from the obsession which keeps you from enjoying sexual love."

"But I can and will free you," he continued. "Think of it as a kind of exorcism, if you like. I intend to exorcise the ghosts of the past which haunt your head. When they're gone, you'll be ready to love-and ready for love!"

"Clark, I'm afraid!" Jane twisted in the chair. "Please let me go!"

He caressed her silken cheek. "Let you go? Never! You belong to me, and I mean to have you!"

Her blue eyes brimmed with tears, hot tears which spilled from her eyes and rolled in glistening tracks down her face.

She said, "You talk about freeing me-but you tie me up!"

"That's right," he said mildly. "By yourself, you'll never be free of this compulsion, Jane. You need someone strong and dominant to show you the way."

"Someone like you, you mean," she said bitterly.

"Yes, someone like me."

Jane said, "Clark, if you don't untie me right this second, I'm going to let out a scream which will be heard all through this house!"

Surprisingly, he chuckled. "Good for you! That's the way to show some spirit! There's the Jane that I fell in love with!"

"I'm not joking, Clark. Now untie me!"

"You don't understand, dearest. The servants in this place-they're tied to me with more than the weak links between an employer and his hirelings.'

"They're totally, slavishly devoted to me, every one of them. They serve and obey me in all things and would never dare to defy me."

"Well see about that," Jane said grimly.

She filled her lungs with air, then screamed, "HELP!!!" as loud as she could.

Clark smiled tolerantly. Her screams were so loud and piercing that they hurt his ears, and he took a few steps away from her.

Jane shouted until she was red in the face, and her throat ached. There was not the slightest sign of response from any of the servants.

There was a knowing smile on Clark's face as he returned to his bride.

When Jane paused in her shouts to draw a fresh breath, Qark covered her mouth with his hand, muffling her shrieks.

"Really, my dear Jane, it should be obvious to you by now that all your yelling and hollering is doing absolutely nothing."

"Listen! Do you hear any hue and cry, any alarms being raised by the servants? Is anybody anxiously knocking at our bedroom door to inquire what the dreadful disturbance is? No! I told you, these servants are loyal to me in al things."

"Your shrieks are a bit unpleasantly loud in this room, Jane. Not only that but I'm worried that you might do damage to your vocal cords."

"If you don't quiet down, love, I'll be forced to gag that pretty mouth of yours. Now, will you agree to be a quiet and sensible girl, at least for a moment?"

Fire flashed in Jane's eyes, but she nodded her head up and down, signaling yes, agreeing to his terms. Clark took his hand away.

Jane spat, "You must be crazy!"

"I am-I'm crazy about you, Jane. If I wasn't, I wouldn't go to all this trouble. I don't need this, not when I could have just about any girl I want."

"Why don't you, then?"

"Because I want you, and because I love you.'

"You've got a damned strange way of showing it!"

"Then let me demonstrate my affection in a more, ah, physical way!"

Clark leaned over her. He slipped his hands under her bound arms, and jerked her to her feet. Jane tried to knee him.

Clark saw it coming. He turned to the side, taking the knee on his thigh.

He grunted. Pain flickered across his face, but he didn't stop smiling.

"You are a naughty girl, Jane. If this wasn't our wedding night, I'd give you a spanking which you wouldn't forget for a long, long time! I may yet!"

Clark ducked low. Before Jane knew what was happening, he had draped her face down across his bare shoulder, and lifted her in a fireman's carry.

Her breasts, naked and unbound, pressed the smooth flesh of his bare back. He scooped his arm around her thighs in the back.

This prevented Jane from kicking and thrashing. She shrieked with wordless outrage as he carried her to the big, antique bed.

She hissed with fury. Laughing at her ineffectual struggles, Clark slung her off his shoulder and dropped her down on the mattress.

Jane's bound, naked body flopped and bounced when it hit the bed. Clark pinned her down on her back. She was a wriggling, squirming armfull.

The blankets were pulled down to the foot of the bed. The sheets were white satin, but angry, frightened Jane was in no mood to appreciate their sensuality.

Clark released her and knelt down at the foot of the bed, reaching under it.

Jane squirmed and struggled to a sitting position. There was a metallic clanking as Clark pulled something out from under the bed.

Jane gasped, her eyes widening to show clear whites around the blue irises.

Clark held a pair of chains with padded cuffs at the end.

There were two sets of chains. Each set was bolted to one of the posts at the foot of the bed. Previously, they had been hidden out of sight under the bed.

The chains were bright and shiny. Their links rattled like merry little bells as Clark dragged them up onto the mattress.

Jane whispered, "What are you going to do with those?!"

"A smart girl like you should be able to answer that one, Jane. You're too active for me-these should hold you down, and slow you up."

Jane started screaming for help again, louder than ever.

"Really, this is starting to become a bit tiresome," Clark said, although Jane certainly did not hear him with all the noise she was making.

He picked up her panties from he floor. Jane slid off the bed, put her feet on the floor, stood unsteadily, weaving off-balance.

Clark put his hand in the hollow between her breasts and pushed her backward. He followed her down as she tumbled on her back on the bed.

This time, he climbed on the bed-and on her.

He straddled her, his black leather covered flanks pressing her sides, his rounded buttocks resting lightly on her.

His superior weight pinned her helplessly to the bed. Of course, her hands and arms were tied, so she could offer little resistance.

Clark turned her satin panties inside out so that the crotch of them faced outward. There were faint brown stains on it.

Frowning with annoyance from the racket she was making, he balled up the panties and held them over her mouth, which Jane promptly shut.

Her face quivered from the force with which she clamped her jaws tightly shut.

Clark said, "Sometimes bad girls like you should be seen and not heard!"

Jane wouldn't open her mouth to accept the gag. That didn't slow down Clark. He pinched her nostrils shut with his fingers.

Jane had to open her mouth sometime to breathe-when she did, Clark jammed the wadded panties into her oral cavity, filling it.

Jane's shrieks of outrage were muffled and garbled. Her face reddened, and veins stood out on her forehead.

Her indignation did not lesson when Clark opened a drawer in the night table, took out a scarf, and tied it around her head in order to hold the panty gag firmly in place in her mouth. He forced the scarf between her jaws.

When he finished knotting the scarf at the back of her head, Jane was well and securely gagged. She stopped screeching, since the gag silenced her cries.

Clark patted her head, a gesture she found completely infuriating.

He said, "There's much better uses for that pretty mouth of yours than making an unholy racket at this hour of the night! And before I'm done with you, I'll show you every one of those uses, Jane!"

Now that Jane was safely gagged, Clark climbed off her bound, naked body.

There was still plenty of fight left in Jane, gag or no gag. Clark pinned her struggling form down to the bed while he arranged the chains.

Each chain ended in a thick black leather cuff. The insides of the cuffs were padded, so the bound victim would not damage her-or his-flesh.

Clark circled Jane's slender ankle with a cuff, pulling it tight so that it fit snugly but not painfully on her flesh.

A small padlock fastened the cuff securely in place, locking it tight.

Quickly Clark repeated the process on her other foot, fastening the other cuff on her ankle, then locking it firmly in place.

Jane realized to her dismay that the chains and cuffs were so arranged so that her long legs were spread open, and could not be closed.

It didn't take much imagination for her to realize why the cuffs were arranged that way. She groaned from behind her gag.

Clark straightened up when he finished fastening the last locked cuff.

He was excited. Red spots of color showed in his cheeks. His eyes were bright and shining. He breathed hard from the effort of subduing Jane.

But his sexual excitement showed in the most obvious way of all-in the large, bulging crotch of his tight black leather trousers.

Clark had a massive erection.

Realizing that her struggles were useless now, Jane flopped back on the mattress, cold sweat oozing from her pores.

Clark's mouth watered at the sight of her pink pussy, so nakedly exposed.

"Now our marriage can really begin, Jane!"