No Good Deed…

by Lobo De La Sombra

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© Copyright 2008 - Lobo De La Sombra - Used by permission

Storycodes: F/m; bond; susp; caught; gag; sex; cons; X

When James Watson signed up for the new halfway house program, he had no firm idea of what he was agreeing to. The concept was simple enough. Young people, mostly in their mid to late twenties, who’d been in trouble with the law but were considered “salvageable” by the courts, would be placed in the homes of responsible citizens. The citizen would then act as guardian, helping their charge reenter society. For this, they received a modest stipend to help cover expenses.

Once a “problem youth” himself, James had gone on to become a fairly successful software designer. Independent of the larger companies, he worked from home, designing programs that were usually in high demand. In the halfway house program, he saw a chance to give someone the help and encouragement he never got at that age. There was, however, one problem.

“A girl?” he asked, incredulous. “You want to put a girl in my house?”

“I know this sounds unorthodox,” the case worker replied. “But Angela is a special case. I fear she was abused while incarcerated, and has developed an unreasonable fear of women. She refuses to be placed in a home with a woman.”

“Can she be helped?”

The case worker nodded. “Angela is quite bright. In fact, she had the highest IQ and aptitude scores we’ve ever seen. She also shows an interest in computers. It was hoped that, with your own computer background, you could get her started off on the right foot.”

James hesitated. It was one thing to help some young man get back on his feet. But a girl? An abused girl, he reminded himself, someone who deserved a second chance as much as anybody. Finally, he nodded.

“Ok, I’ll see her.”

As it turned out, there wasn’t much to see. At 28, Angela had a cute face and a wealth of coal black hair. Beyond that, James wasn’t sure. The baggy, shapeless clothing she wore gave no hint as to what might lie beneath. She spoke quietly, but with obvious intelligence, and, despite his doubts, James found himself warming to her. In the end, he agreed to act as her guardian.

The first month went well. Angela was, indeed, very intelligent, and James soon began teaching her to work on software design. She learned very fast, and by the end of the month, they’d begun working as a team. Together, they designed programs that became the cutting edge of software worldwide.
Quiet at first, Angela had slowly begun to open up to him. Their shared meals, quiet at first, had, by the end of that month, become home to animated conversations. She had begun to joke with him, even tease him in small ways. It was like watching her come out of a shell, and the sight pleased James to no end.

One thing did trouble James slightly. After working together for a month, he still had no idea what Angela looked like below the neck. She always draped herself in baggy clothing that gave no hint as to her body. At times, James wondered if she had been scarred, or otherwise disfigured, but, somehow, it just didn’t seem right to ask. Still, her mind was quite healthy, and, for now, he would be satisfied with that.

Ironically, it was on the second day of the second week of the second month that things changed. On that day, James returned from an overnight trip to buy new computer parts. Looking back later, he would decide that this was the last “normal” part of his life. After setting his purchased in the office, James went looking for Angela. They had a major upgrade in mind, and he was anxious to get started. He found her in the living room, a slight frown on her pretty face.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

“I’m not sure,” she replied. “I was looking for that manual you’d been reading, and I found this.” Raising her hand, she displayed a sturdy ring of metal. Seeing it, James started.

“Where did you find that?”

“It was sticking out from under your bedside table. I almost didn’t see it.”

James reached for the ring. “It’s nothing, it…….”

“It’s a cock ring,” Angela declared. “It is placed on a man’s cock to keep it erect and inhibit orgasm.” She frowned at him. “Are you gay?”

“Of course not!” James protested. “Why would you think that?”

Angela glanced down at the ring in her hand. “This is used on men only, obviously. I simply wondered if there was someone you liked to use it on.”

“There is not,” James said firmly, reaching again for the ring, only to have Angela draw her hand back.

“Then you must like it to be used on you,” she said. “Have you worn it lately?”

James felt himself getting flustered. “Angela, I don’t think this is an appropriate conversation for us to be having.”

“Have you worn it since I came here?” she insisted.

“If you must know, I have not.”

“Why not?”

“When you came here, I accepted responsibility for you. I need to be there if and when you need me. Something I can’t do if I’m indisposed.”

“Indisposed.” Angela repeated the word softly. Then, handing the ring to James, she rose and left the room.

The rest of the day, and the next, were strained. Conversation was limited to work as they performed the upgrade on the computer system. Angela seemed withdrawn, and James began to wonder if her discovery might cause her to end their work together. It was early in the evening of the second day when they finished the upgrade. James typed in the final codes, then set the computer to test the new additions. Turning, he saw Angela watching him.

“I need to know,” was all she said.

With a sigh, James nodded. He told her about his discovery of bondage, how much he enjoyed being helpless. He explained how, unable to find someone he trusted enough to bind him, he’d begun to explore self bondage.

“So you have other items for bondage?” she asked when he’d finished. At his nod, she said, “Show me.”

James hesitated. Over the past month, Angela had come to mean a great deal to him, and he didn’t want her to think him sick or twisted for his love of bondage. Still, the cat was already out of the bag, so showing her could do no further harm. With a nod, he led her to his room. Inside, he pulled his toy box from under the bed. As she knelt and examined the ropes, cuffs, gags, and other items of restraint, James watched her nervously. Finally, she rose, turning to hand him a pair of leather cuffs.

“Put these on,” she said.

James stared. “Angela, I don’t think…….”

“On.” There was a firmness in her voice that he’d never heard before, and he felt a small shiver run down his spine. Slowly, he placed the cuffs on his wrists.

“Show me.” James held out his hands. Angela, inspected the placement of the cuffs, then snapped a small lock onto each, securing the cuffs into place. The locks had also come from the box. Evidently, she’d picked them up along with the cuffs. Seemingly satisfied, Angela next took a length of rope from the box. Turning back toward him, she looked over his head. James looked up, understanding at once what she was looking at.

In the ceiling above him, James had installed a sturdy eye bolt. Previously, he’d employed it as part of his release mechanism, but now, it seemed, it was to be used in a different manner. James watched silently as Angela tied one end of the rope to the D ring on his left cuff. Stepping onto the bed, she looped the rope through the eye, pulling on it to draw his left hand over his head. Without being told, James raised his right hand to the same level, watching as she fed the rope through the cuff’s D ring and tied it securely. The remaining length of rope was fed back through the eye to hang down behind him.

As Angela stepped down from the bed, James tugged at his bonds. The knots held firm, and he knew he was going nowhere. Smiling, Angela turned to explore his toy box once more. As he watched her, James pondered his situation. How had this happened? Why had he let her tie him? Growing more than a little nervous, James decided it was time to end this.

“Angela,” he said as she rose from the box, “I think you should untie mmmmmmnnnnffffff!” His eyes widened as he felt the gag shoved into his mouth. Startled, he tried to spit it out, but Angela quickly reached behind his head and fastened the straps. Now thoroughly gagged, James tried to protest, but only muffled sounds emerged.

Now silenced, James could only watch as Angela unfastened his slacks, allowing them, along with his shorts, to drop to the floor. Still smiling, she stepped close, one hand reaching down to fondle him. James felt his cock stiffen. Once he was fully erect, she nodded, and he felt something cold settle around the base of his cock. The cock ring! He’d put it back in the box after she’d returned it to him.

“Appropriate, don’t you think?” she asked him. “After all, you wouldn’t be here right now if I hadn’t found that ring.”

With a smile, Angela moved to stand behind him. James heard the sound of cloth rustling. When Angela moved to stand before him again, his eyes widened. Gone were the shapeless clothes that had always hidden her from his eyes. Revealed to him now was a body of almost absolute perfection. Slender, toned legs led up to firm thighs and softly flaring hips. His eyes traveled upward, past the slim waist, the firm breasts with their pronounced nipples. As his eyes met hers, Angela saw the question in his and smiled.

“You think I’m beautiful, don’t you?” Still staring, James could only nod. “Of course you do. Everyone does. When I was in jail, my cell mates found me particularly attractive. The guards could have stopped them, I supposed, but they were too eager to get their own hands on me.”

Angela turned, showing him a faint scar that ran up the back of her right leg from the knee to her firm ass. “That’s what you get for resisting,” she said softly. “A guard gave me that. It’s why I dress the way I do. People won’t want what they can’t see.”

Angela turned to face him again. “Do you like sex?” Surprised by the question, James nodded. “So do I, actually. But only on my terms.” Stepping forward, she pressed herself against him. “I have the right to decide when I want it, don’t I?”

Raising herself on her toes, she reached down and grasped his cock, holding it in place as she settled down onto it. James groaned as she enveloped him, his hips rocking forward to complete her impalement. Once he was fully inside her, Angela rested her head on his shoulder.

“You took me in,” she said softly. “You taught me, you cared for me. And you asked for nothing in return.” James felt moisture on his chest, realizing with a start that she was crying silently. Bound as he was, he could only stand quietly, though he longed to hold her to him.

“You feel good in me,” she whispered. “In my body, in my life. I think I could stay like this forever.”

Reaching up, Angela carefully removed the gag. “Do you hate me now?” she asked softly.

Surprised by the question, James asked, “Why would I hate you?”

Angela smiled ruefully. “Well, you are tied up in your own bedroom with your pants at your ankles,” she said.

James returned her smile. “I’m in bondage, which I love. I also happen to have my cock inside a very beautiful woman at the moment.”

“So you don’t hate me?”

“Hate you? Angela, I honestly think I started falling in love with you the day we met. How could I hate you?”

Angela leaned back, eyes meeting his searchingly. “You love me? Then is it ok for me to love you?”

James laughed softly. “Well, it would be more convenient that way.”

Angela echoed his laugh, then leaned forward to kiss him. After the kiss, she carefully replaced his gag, then began rocking her hips slowly, bringing a muffled groan from he helpless partner.

“And I’m going to tie you up and love you every night,” she whispered into his ear. “And you’ll wear your ring and only cum when I let you.”

James closed his eyes, reveling in the sensations coursing through him. He had taken a complete stranger into his home, and found the woman of his dreams. He felt Angela begin to rock herself faster on his cock, and smiled. Perhaps it was true, then, that no good deed goes unpunished. Opening his eyes, watching the woman he loved working herself toward orgasm, he thought, let the punishment begin.

 

30.11.08