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Subject: {ASSM} [Repost/Revision] Bookgirl Downunder - Ch5 (MF, no sex, bond, mc)
Date: Mon, 15 Sep 2003 07:10:08 -0400
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This is a major rewrite with additional material for this chapter. All
the previous chapters can be found in the fiction of my website:

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/bookgirl/www


Bookgirl Downunder - Chapter 5

(C) Copyright 1997 - 2003, bookgirl, All rights reserved. Comments to
bookgirl-mail@yahoogroups.com

"Keep still, will ya? I think I can see something!"

"Where? Where?" The sound of my own voice seemed suddenly distant and
surreal to me.

I desperately wanted to crawl as quickly as I could away from Alex,
but his fingers remained locked around my ankles. His grip felt so
tight it made my legs feel leaden and paralyzed. 

"Right there! On the inside of your thigh! It looks somewhat red like
the poison might already be spreading. Whatever you do, don't move!"
Alex was emphatic. "Moving will only facilitate the toxins...."

A scream built to a crescendo inside me but I had the peculiar feeling
not a single sound was escaping my lips. It was as though I was
trapped in some kind of soundproof chamber, able to hear the noise of
voices in the outside world but totally mute and unable to respond in
any way.

Alex continued speaking. "I'm going to have to suck out the poison!"

At that instant I suddenly snapped awake, still giggling at the
absurdity of what I'd just heard suggested. "Alex?"

"Ah! Sleeping beauty is awake!"

I still wasn't sure whether I was listening to the Alex in my dream.
My eyelids yawned widely open and remained that way, fixed and
unblinking on Alex sitting in the driver seat beside me. Breath was
drawn in, seemingly continuously as if trying to extract every last
molecule of oxygen to feed my confused senses. I needed some kind of
rational explanation for the peculiar, almost transcendental dream I'd
woken from.

"How long was I asleep?" The urge to laugh quickly subsided.

Alex glanced at his wristwatch and then at me. "Nearly an hour."

"Where are we?" I blinked and tried to adjust my tired, sore eyes to
sights of civilization flashing past outside the vehicle.

"Western suburbs."

"Western suburbs?"

"Of Sydney. Are you okay?"

I felt totally disorientated. My brain was trying to process two
different signals at the same time. My eyes were seeing rows of low,
brick strips of shops and hundreds of people milling around on the
pavement going about their daily business but my mind kept replaying
scenes of a stark, barren landscape. Alex's hands were clearly on the
steering wheel but there was still the lingering, dreamy sensations of
the grip of them around my ankles.

"Um, yes. It's nothing. I must have been dreaming."

Alex started talking, saying something about stopping soon, but my
mind was still lost elsewhere.

"... and you can have a shower there to freshen up."

I felt suddenly buoyed by the suggestion I'd be allowed to shower
soon.

"Where are we going again?" I asked, trying to grasp the conversation
Alex had been trying to have with me.

"My place. We're almost there."

"Not a motel?" I asked, feeling slightly apprehensive all of a sudden.

"We won't be stopping long. Just long enough for you to freshen up a
bit."

"Oh," I mumbled, feeling satisfied with the explanation.

*******************

"The 'burbs are the same everywhere, I see," I said, feeling right at
home in the cul-de-sac street of brick and tile houses.

"I guess."

He maneuvered the large vehicle into the driveway of a gabled house at
the top of the street and switched off the engine.

"I'll get that for you," he said, offering to carry my suitcase.

He led me up to the front door, ushering me in ahead of him after
unlocking it.

Inside wasn't quite what I expected. It looked like my parent's house,
with everything neat and tidy and not a thing out of place. But there
was something missing; something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

"You're very, um -- neat," I finally said, not meaning to sound
surprised.

"Yeah. Well, I rarely am home. Spend most of my time traveling so the
place doesn't really get lived in that much."

I nodded, glancing around at things.

"There's a bathroom down the hall there," he said, pointing. "You'll
find fresh soap and towels there as well."

"Oh, okay. Thanks."

I felt a little awkward opening my suitcase with Alex watching.

"I'll fix us a couple of drinks," he said, probably sensing my desire
for a little privacy.

"That would be good," I smiled.

He walked off to another room and left me alone to retrieve a fresh
pair of panties from my belongings.

I gently closed the bathroom door behind me, making sure it was
properly closed before preparing to shower. The large, white bath
towels were where Alex said they'd be as was a mat that I carefully
set down on the floor. I then slipped quickly out shoes, suddenly
having a flash-back memory of my dream and the struggle I'd had
removing my jeans over them. I removed my jeans and blouse, folding
them neatly over a rail in readiness to dress in them again later.

"Oh God! You look terrible!" I said to myself.

My reflection staring back at me from the bathroom mirror looked gray
and tired. I leaned close and pressed my fingertips under my eyes,
flattening the jet-lagged black circles I'd developed since leaving
home. The bloodshot redness of them seemed to accentuate the blueness
of my eyes under the untidy mop of my blonde hair.

"You look like Rudolf!" I laughed, noticing the beginnings of a
pinkish sunburn on the fair, lightly freckled skin of my nose and
cheeks. It felt tender to touch and I reminded myself to refresh my
sun block after showering.

I spent a long minute staring at myself in the mirror. My eyeliner
seemed to have miraculously survived the flight although my lips
looked thin and pallid beneath faded red lip gloss. 

"Shower!" I said to myself, quickly turning away and slipping out of
my bra. I dropped it to the floor and then began peeling down my
cotton panties.

"Arrrgh!" I gasped in horror at a very distinct, embarrassing
moistness in the crotch of them. "I've been leaking!"

The thought of having been aroused by my dream in the car sent a
shuddering chill through my body. I stripped from my panties as
quickly as I could, blushing at the thought which now had lodged
itself uppermost in my mind. "Arrrgh! I hope Alex didn't smell me!"

The pungent scent that escaped with the release of my panties was
palpable. I scrunched them up into a tiny ball and considered flushing
them down the toilet and probably would have, except I feared they'd
clog the plumbing and end up really causing me embarrassment. Instead,
I folded them into a cup of my lacy bra and secured the whole bundle
with a small knot.

Once in the shower, I stood with my head back, luxuriating in the feel
of the water gently cascading over me. The sweetly aromatic raspberry
colored soap felt rich and creamy on my skin. I lathered it over over
myself, especially between my legs, trying to wash away every last
trace of my embarrassing sexual odor.

"Are you going to be long in there?"

"Shit!" I gasped to myself, feeling suddenly guilty to be intimately
touching myself with Alex standing right outside the bathroom door.
"Um, no. Nearly done!"

"The drinks are ready," Alex called back.

I tried to listen above the patter of the shower for sounds of his
movement. "Okay," I said, hoping it would be enough of an
acknowledgement.

Convincing myself he was no longer outside the door, I quickly rinsed
off the suds and groped through the shower screen for a towel. Water
from the shower rose continued to dribble long after I turned off the
taps, but eventually it stopped. Suddenly.

"Nearly ready!" I called through the door.

I hurriedly jumped into my fresh panties and pulled them up, tracing
my fingers under the elastic hems to fit them flush under my ass
cheeks. My bra, I suddenly remembered, would have to be abandoned,
unless I wanted to carry my soiled panties back out to my suitcase. I
shuddered at the thought.

After slipping back into my jeans and bra, I bundled my damp towel
into a turban on my head and then glanced at myself in the mirror.

"Oh crap!" I cursed a droplet of water that had spilled from my wet
hair onto the front of my blouse. Rubbing it spread the dampness,
causing the linen fabric to mold itself tightly to the shape of one of
my nipples. I tried lifting it away, pinching it, but this merely
accentuated the dampness and my now tingling nipples.

"Please don't do this to me!" I cursed my nipples for becoming so
tense and erect against the inside of my blouse.

"You're drink is getting hot," Alex's voice came loudly through the
bathroom door.

I jumped in fright, blushing as I quickly smoothed my blouse with both
hands. "I'll be right there!"

Not wanting him to walk in on me, I rushed to open the door and made a
quick exit from the bathroom. Hopefully, I thought to myself, he won't
notice. In a panic, I nearly forgot my bra and soiled panties. I
stuffed these into one of my shoes and then trotted barefoot back out
to find Alex relaxing with a drink.

He smiled at me. I tried to smile casually back as I dumped my shoes
and their smelly contents back into my suitcase, which I then locked
shut.

"Here," he said, offering me an effervescent, emerald colored drink in
an elegantly sculptured glass.

"What is it?" I asked, admiring the plump, bright red strawberry
bobbing among the ice cubes.

"It's my speciality!" Alex said. He appeared to beam with pride.

"Well, it looks absolutely delicious!"

"Go on, taste it," he said.

I didn't need any further encouragement. Tentatively, I raised the
glass to my lips and sipped in a tiny taste. Bubbles tickled my nose;
there was a fragrant, candy-like smell to it. "Mmmmm ... de --
licious!"

"You like it?"

"Mmmm --" I mumbled, swallowing a full mouthful. "What's in it?"

"Oh, a little bit of this; a little bit of that."

"How alcoholic is it?" I had to ask. After the second mouthful, I
could immediately feel a light tingling in my toes and fingertips.

"See if you can guess," Alex said, encouraging me to take another sip.

"Mmmm ..." I took one sip, and then another. "That's not creme de
menthe, is it?"

I couldn't think of anything else that would account for the green
coloring. 

Alex laughed. "No."

"What is it?" I giggled and began to feel markedly strange.

"Taste it," Alex repeated.

I sipped again. The ice cubes no longer felt so cold against my lips.
They were numb, but I couldn't tell whether it was from the cold of
the ice or the effects of the alcohol.

Whatever it was, I suddenly felt incredibly dizzy. So much so that the
half empty drink in my hand blurred in and out of focus. "Wha --
what's in it?"

I looked towards Alex and saw multiple images of him grinning wildly
back at me. The light-headed euphoria vanished to be replaced by a
terror that gripped and cramped my stomach. He was laughing and
speaking at me, but his words sounded lost in my swirling confusion. I
could feel the numbness in my lips spreading. First to my tongue, then
under my scalp, and finally down through all my limbs. The last thing
I remember is the sight of my glass, tumbling from my hands as if in
slow motion, and then crashing silently in a green splash on the
carpet.

************************

"This is not a dream. This is real!" a voice in my head woke me.

I felt a lingering numbness and tried to stretch with a yawn. My limbs
felt strange and leaden, unable to move. It was then I suddenly
snapped awake; my mind alert despite the lack of movement control I
had over my arms and legs.

"Oh my God!" I whispered hoarsely. 

I was surrounded by heavy gauge mesh wire. Glancing up I saw my wrists
shackled with thick, fur-lined leather cuffs. They were hitched
together. A chain secured to them held my arms stretched tautly above
my head. Looking down, I saw my legs spread widely apart. There was a
steel rod, about one inch thick and maybe five feet long. It's welded
to points twelve inches or so off the floor of the cage. My ankles,
like my wrists, are secured in cuffs that are hitched roughly six
inches away from either side of the cage. I can circle my feet in the
air, turn my head a little, and wriggle my fingers. Other than that,
I'm suspended and trapped. Completely naked, suspended and trapped!

I'm in the semi-darkness of what appears to be a large, canvas tent.
Pinholes of sunlight rays shine down, illuminating another cage
similar to the one I'm suspended in. I squint in the darkness and
notice another naked woman. She appears to be sleeping on the floor of
her cage. Just as I'm about to call out to her, the flaps of the tent
suddenly open, blinding me with light from outside. My eyes eventually
adjust to catch sight of two men dragging the other woman, her knees
buckling as she half-walks, from the tent.

"What the hell is going on?" the voice in my head screams.
--
ser-en-dip-i-ty (n) The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by
accident.

"You don't reach Serendip by plotting a course for it. You have to set
out in good faith for elsewhere and lose your bearings
serendipitously." - The Last Voyage Of Somebody The Sailor (The
Sindbad Saga)

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