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... Yes I agree, but I like SF (hard-SF) even better.
I agree, hard SF is great.
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Chapter 66 – Rita Accepts the Lotus Position Reverse Prayer Tie
Carol said, "Alright, back up to the tent pole." Stella's hands were between her butt and the pole. Carol lifted her hands to the height of the middle of Stella's back and placed one hand so that it could grab the pole. "Hold that and press your butt against the pole."
Stella did, and Carol looped a rope around Stella's hips and the pole. There just wasn't any room for Carol to cinch those loops. Carol could see the ropes' indentations in Stella's hips and decided that was sufficient for the moment. Carol attached the bight of a rope to Stella's wrists and stood on a stool to thread the loose end of the bight thru a D-ring at the top of the tent pole. Pulling the ends down would pull the bight up, putting Stella into a strappado. Carol pulled down hard with one hand and lifted Stella's hands with the other.
Not reacting to this took all of the willpower that Stella had. She remembered another strappado that Carlos placed her in a few days after meeting her. That one hurt, too, but it was a far different thing. Stella was bent over at a nearly 45-degree angle, and her hands were high above her head behind her back. The tent pole had a cleat, and Carol tied the ends of the strappado pulley to it. Stella was breathing hard. There was no way for her to control that.
“Now, I will pay more attention to your legs. Work your feet behind the pole. I can do it for you if it is too hard for you."
Again, Stella obeyed. She moved slowly because any movement wrenched her shoulder. Once, Stella had her shoulder wrenched badly by some Bandits that captured her. It had taken months to heal. Now she exercises regularly to strengthen her shoulders. Now she had great strength and great flexibility. In fact, Carol was wondering why this wasn't having a much more significant effect on Stella. As Stella inched her feet back, she had to support herself increasingly on her toes. Carol lashed them with a tight cinch as Stella's ankles passed the pole. Then she tied Stella's legs to the pole just above her knees. Stella was on her tiptoes. She was stretched as tight as a drum. And she was as helpless as she had ever been. Soon, she would start drooling.
Carol said, "Tying you up is tremendous fun, Stella. I could do this all night. But I expect that you know that I have some point to this. You and your skank partner gave me 50 lashes front and back. Since I was simultaneously hit on the front and back, I only had to count 25. I have decided to give you 10 lashes with a single tail. Since you are gagged, you will not have to count. I was hit everywhere. I don't think I can get everywhere with just 10 strokes. I will hit the most tempting target presented by your present predicament. That is fair, don't you think? I don't expect an answer. You don't have a vote it this, do you?"
Stella's long black hair was hanging almost to the ground. Carol smoothed Stella's hair into a tail and looped the tail over Stella's wrists. The hair still dangled far below Stella's hands. This gave Carol a thought. Carol pulled the tail to force Stella's head up. Then smoothing the tail over Stella's wrists and then wrapping the hair around Stella's arms appeared to add to her misery. Carol wrapped another rope around Stella's arms on top of her hair. Now Stella was stretched tight, her neck arched back by her hair.
Stella thought, "Alright bitch, get on with it. You are not getting a virgin. And I have to admit that 10 is better for me than 50. I will take it as well as I can. She is going to work on my tits. That can hurt so good if Carlos does it. But I always have to talk him into it. This will hurt badly, and I can't help thinking I deserve this whole thing."
Carol thought, "Now there is nothing to do other than to get on with it." She picked up her single tail and took a position on Stella's right front side. Carol started her strikes, counting softly. At six, there were tears in Stella's eyes, but she did not make any motion to indicate that it hurt. Carol swung her arm back to strike harder for her remaining blows when she felt a grasp-like iron on her wrist.
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As Carmen had promised, Frank had untied and retied her many times during the night. Rita had a smile for whatever he wanted to do. While she was untied, Frank would massage her, and he had a talent for that. Then Frank would feed her juices and tidbits to eat. Before long, she would be tied up again. Rita had been told to relax into the bondage. She finally learned what that meant. Rita learned to judge that Frank enjoyed some ties much more than others. She was working on figuring out how to tell in advance, but she wasn't quite there yet. There was one tie that Rita immediately decided that she did not like. When Rita saw that Frank was very excited about it and was probing for her reaction, she suddenly knew something about submission that she had not understood previously. Rita had thought that submission was simply accepting that you would do what your partner wanted you to do. Now she knew it was much more than that. In her mind, Rita wanted to learn to like a lotus position with a reverse prayer. Her legs ached from the moment when first tried to move them into the lotus position. Then, when she got them positioned, and Frank had tied her legs so she couldn't move out of the Lotus, her legs began to cramp. The reverse prayer added insult to injury. Now her legs, arms, and shoulders all were cramping.
Frank sensed she was unhappy with this tie but was not telling him. Only after many gentle questions did Frank get to the truth. He said, "Rita, I love you as you love me. And I want to do anything for you as you want to do anything for me. But in all things, we must communicate openly. You discovered that I love the Reverse Prayer Lotus Tie. I do. But it does not make me happy that you were suffering in it to make me happy. There will be cases where I like something, and you do not, and we can work to a happy compromise. In this situation, the issue is physical discomfort. I believe that you will discover that, in time, you can even find joy in the lotus position if you continue your exercises. But it may take a long time. In the case of the Reverse Prayer, that is simply a tough tie. Everyone is different, and different people react to things in different ways. It may be that the Reverse Prayer will never be acceptable to you. But that may be something else sufficiently close to satisfying me, but you find acceptable. To do this, we must both communicate openly and honestly. This particular tie may be one you will never find acceptable. Then it will go on your list of hard limits. That means it will be something that we will not do."
Rita asked, “But if I get too many things on my list of hard limits, you will tire of me, won’t you?”
“Dear, with all the wonderful things we have done happily, I will never tire of you. Do we put the Lotus Position Reverse Prayer on your list?"
Rita replied, “Not yet. I am still making progress with your exercises. I will work on the Lotus. You help me find a modification of the Reverse Prayer that I can tolerate. Then perhaps you can move that, a little bit at a time, closer to your Reverse Prayer. We will see how close I can get.”
“With a spirit like that, how could I ever tire of you, Rita?" Frank asked before kissing her and holding her tight. "Now it is time to tie you for the Guardians. We can do something simple this morning. We should be progressively more aggressive with your bondage the next two mornings. What would you suggest for now?"
Rita thought, then said, "We still want to give them a good show. How about this, tie my arms in a two-column tie. Pull my elbows until they touch. I am ready for that. Then spreadeagle my feet to the bottom of the bed. Sit me up and strappado my hands to the top of the headboard. That should show that you have controlled me perfectly during the night. And, yes, add the inflatable gag. You might inflate it slightly less than when I was tied to the pole last night. You did it much more than the Guardians, and it was getting my attention by the time you freed me."
“WOW, Rita, that is much more than I had in mind. I see that you want to impress the Guardians. Turn around and give me your arms." Soon, Frank had Rita trussed up as she had described. He had Rita describe how she felt as he pulled her hands back and up for the strappado. "Remember, you will be gagged and can't ask to be released immediately when the Guardians arrive." Finally, when Rita did not ask him to stop, he decided that the strappado was as harsh as he wanted it to be. He tied off the rope.
Rita asked, “Why did you stop? I could have taken more.”
He answered, "Because, dear Rita, you look fantastic, and it is not always about hitting your limits. It is good to push your limits sometimes. But most of the time, it is best to enjoy things while safe and comfortable. Now hold your questions. Open up."
Frank dressed and sat beside Rita, caressing her until the Guardians arrived. After he left, the Guardians came in with a tray of coffee and food. Lou noted the gag and said, "Carmen, would you remove her gag? Jan, you release the strappado. Mary, one of the Unihold women the Headmaster assigned to join the Guardians, would you release her feet?"
As soon as the gag was out of Rita's mouth, Lou asked, "Rita, do you wish to continue with this Final Courtship?"
Rita replied, "Lou, this has been the most wonderful night of my life. I wish that the Final Courtship did not have to end." Jan had just finished untying her arms, and Rita hugged her. "Thank you, Jan, for your special efforts at tying me to the post last night. That was a perfect send-off into a perfect night. Guardians, thank all of you. Mary and Helga, I look forward to getting to know you better soon. I didn't think I could be hungry; Frank has been feeding me things all night. But I am ready to eat and could kill for that mug of coffee."
Lou said, "You probably expended more energy last night than you realized. The other ladies on the Rider Team and I want to thank you for the fine clothes you brought us from Kennedy. Guardian, I am satisfied that this Courtship is on an excellent track. Is there any discussion?"
Jan opened a small class container holding a bright red ointment. She dipped her finger in the ointment and traced a pattern on Rita's forehead. "Rita, I induct you to be an honorary Aztec. If you accept, wear this symbol today with pride. You are now a Bandit."
Carmen, also with a small jar of black ointment, approached Rita saying, "And I induct you to be a Comanche. If you accept, wear this symbol with pride." Carmen traced another symbol on Rita's shoulder. "You are, indeed, a Bandit. If Stella were her, she would do this. I do it on her behalf and with the blessing of Chief Brooks." Lou passed Carmen a third container. Carmen opened it and dipped her finger in the bright yellow pigment. She traced a pattern on Rita's left breast. "On behalf of Stella Brooks McTavrish and Chief Brooks of the Rangers, you are inducted into the Bucks. If you accept, wear this symbol with pride today."
All of the Guardians clapped. Rita’s eyes filled with tears. “I did not dream that such honor could be conferred. Yes, I accept and will wear these symbols until they fade away. I love all of you, my sisters.”
Medico Frank Stevens worried the entire day. He did not get to see his love, Rita. Even though he was a senior master of Unihold, he had been away for years. Headmaster Chang had arranged briefings and classes that would last all day for a week to bring him up to date on what was new at Unihold. Rita was strong, Much more than she thought she was. But Rita had led a relatively sheltered Colony life in Round Rock. She was not a bandit. He knew the Guardians would treat her right. Still, he worried.
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The wagon train had reached the Ranger's encampment on Buck's Mountain, and the wagons with the Ranger's Power Generator and other equipment had been unloaded. The empty wagons would stay with the wagon train. On the return trip, they would be filled with salted meat from the Rider Ranch and nonperishable vegetables from Round Rock.
Carlos had heard nothing from Steven Mills. His heart was heavy with worry about his mate, Stella. The Aztecs in the group had told him more about Steven Mills. He was a great warrior and had trained extensively in stealth. If anyone could find and free Stella, it would be Steven.
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Medico Stevens cast his eyes around the dining room, looking for Rita. He saw her walk through the door and was astonished. He had never seen a woman with such an unmistakable glow of happiness. But there was a mark on her forehead. Had she fallen and hurt herself. He stood, and Rita saw him. She ran across the dining room, oblivious to Unihold dining decorum.
Rita kissed her man, and Frank blushed at the ripple of applause that spread across the room. He pulled a chair for Rita saying, "Have a seat, dear." He looked closely at her forehead as he adjusted her to the table. It was an intricate red design that he recognized as the sigil of the Aztecs. "Who put these markings on you, Rita? Do you know what they mean?"
“Yes, Master Frank. Our night ended in a most unbelievable way. I have been inducted into the Aztec tribe. I am now officially a bandit."
“I have heard of this happening, but it is a rare event," Frank said. Lifetimes pass, and no one is inducted into any other tribe. The honor is almost unbelievable. This means that you will have to travel to the Aztec territory and present yourself, and me as your mate, to their Chief."
“I know," replied Rita. "Jan Jones and Pat Katzman talked to me for hours this morning and explained my responsibilities and duties. I know that you will support me as I accept them all. But you don't know the whole story yet. This dress reveals my upper back. Look." Rita turned so Frank could see her left shoulder. Frank thought he could not be more amazed than when he realized the symbol on Rita's forehead.
“After I met with Jan and Pat, Carmen took me to see her father, Chief Gomez,” Rita said. “And yes, it is true. I am also a Comanche. My guardians did not do this on the spur of the moment. They conferred with their leaders first. What do you think about that?”
Frank paused and said, "I have never heard of anyone inducted into two tribes. Rita, I think that you have made history."
“Then I don't know what you will say when I tell you the rest of the story," Rita said. I have another symbol that I will show you the moment we are in private. It is yellow and is on my breast. Frank, I am also one of the Bucks, or I should say Riders. After I met with Chief Gomez, Carmen took me to see Chief Brooks. Carmen acted on behalf of Stella and traced the sigil with a yellow pigment. Chief Brooks thanked Carmen for taking Stella's place and welcomed me as a Rider. He also told me how instrumental you were in raising and training Stella to be the scout that she is. So, Master Frank, you do not have to be mated to a Colony girl. I am a Bandit three times over."
Frank said, "I will be mated to a Colonist, a Ranger, a Rider, and an Aztec. I hope no rule prevents me from mating four women." There was not.
After the surprises and excitement of the first night and the following day of their Final Courtship, the rest was relatively tame until shortly before sunrise on their last night. Soon the Guardians would arrive and complete their ritual. Then there would be a brief ceremony in the dining room conducted by Headmaster Chang. And they would then be mates.
Rita was ever inquisitive and had continually asked questions which the Medico was always happy to answer. She made good suggestions, the last of which was that Frank should drink a lot of tea for breakfast. Three nights with almost no sleep, Frank would have to spend all day in a boring classroom. Well, perhaps boring was the wrong word. It was just boring compared to playing with Rita. Her suggestion for different ways for Frank to bind her showed that she was studying what Frank liked very hard and was constantly looking for ways to please him.
Rita said, "It is time, Frank. They will be here soon. Now I don't want an argument from you. I want you to tie me up in the Lotus Position Reverse Prayer Tie. And don't you dare slack off on it? If you do, I will know it, and you will never hear the end of it, okay."
Frank said, "We would start working up to that slowly after the Courtship. Aren't you rushing things?"
“Yes, Frank," she replied, "I am. But this ends my Final Courtship, and I want us to do it with a bang. Get on it; the clock is running. I am thrice a Bandit, and I want all to know how tough I am. You do your part."
The Guardians were surprised when they saw Rita. They knew this was a difficult tie for any of them and more so for Rita, who did not have a lifetime of conditioning. Lou and Helen were the only non-Bandit Guardians, and even they knew what Rita was going through. Lou pointed, "Carmen and Helen, get her out of that Reverse Prayer. Jan and Mary, let Rita's legs down from the Lotus. Helga, get that damn gag out of her mouth."
Moments later, it was done, and Rita beamed at her Guardians. "You see, I am as tough as any Bandit. Lou, yes, I still want to mate Frank. Now, I want it more than ever. My eyes have been opened to so much."
The Guardians piled on the bed, giving Rita a group hug. It was noticed that Rita still had all three sigils intact. "When one is no longer intact, I will remove them all, showing that no one is more important than the other," she explained.
The Guardians rushed Rita to a large pan of warm water they had brought in. They bathed her, being careful of the sigils, and dressed her in the finest of the dresses that Rita had brought to Unihold from Kennedy. Rita was escorted across the Unihold campus to the dining hall, filled to the brim. She took her place to his left.
Lou Harriman reported to Headmaster Chang, Chief Brooks, and Chief Gomez. "Rita Jones and Medico Frank Stevens have fulfilled all requirements of the Final Courtship. Rita Jones has done so in a manner that would be considered outstanding by any Bandit. Medico Stevens has done so in a manner that is a credit to Unihold. The Guardians recommend that you pronounce them mates."
Chief Brooks walked up to Frank and Rita and placed a hand on each of their shoulders. "Rita and Frank, you are Mates. As you are both Bucks, it is my privilege to welcome you first." He squeezed their shoulders and rejoined the Headmaster as Chief Gomez took his place. Chief Gomez grasped their shoulders and said, "Welcome, as Mates. It is particularly pleasing to see a Bucks mated to such a beautiful Comanche." He left, and the Headmaster propelled Pat Katzman to the new Mates.
Pat was the senior Aztec present. He upheld the dignity of his tribe by grasping the shoulders of Rita and Frank, saying, "Welcome, Mates."
Then Headmaster Chang took his place, holding the shoulders of the new Mates. You are welcome among us. There will always be a home at Unihold for you. Medico Frank, your classes for today have been postponed. I understand that you and Rita have had virtually no sleep for the last three nights. You are directed to return to your quarters after breakfast and catch up on missed sleep.
“All, a final announcement. I hate to end this happy occasion with sadness, but this is something you need to know. I have been in communication with Carlos McTavrish. It appears that his Mate, Stella, who is also the daughter of Chief Brooks, has been captured by the Johanssons. We have no further word at this point. We will do everything possible to ensure her safe return."