Mmmmphhhh! The sound spilled around the huge ball gag filling the redhead's mouth. Fanelli smiled-and swatted the red-tinged ass in front of him with an open palm. "You want more?" He swatted her again. "Come on now, you know you do."

The redhead wriggled, trying desperately to look back at him-but any movement was nearly impossible. He had bound her wrists to the front legs of the bed, her ankles to the back, pulling all the ropes tight before cinching them. Then he had pushed pillows beneath her midsection, raising her butt way up high--pulled taut for his attentions.

He'd started with bare hands before switching to a leather cat o'nine tails. Now he was back to using his hands.

MMMMPPPHHHHHH!

"Okay," he ran his palm over her right ass cheek. "I'll give you five more." His hand came up-and he smiled. "On each side."

MMMPPPPPHHHHH!

He made sure each swat was quite sharp-spacing them carefully to make sure his hand came down right on top of the marks left by earlier blows.

She was panting and crying when he finished.

"Are you ready now?"

Mmmmmpppppp! She did her best to nod her head.

"Good." He slapped her butt before running his forefinger through her cunt.

It was soaking.

"Now..." He pushed himself inside-mounting her from behind. He heard her sigh as he began to move-and felt her interior muscles close around his member. "Don't come until I say..." He began to move, all the while running his hands around her reddened and clearly sore ass cheeks, smiling as she moved with him. "Not yet!" He knew he wasn't too far from his own orgasm-but the girl was much closer. "Not yet." He growled as his own needs washed over him. "Not..." He heard her sob in need, than: "Okay," he stiffened as his own orgasm began. "Now!"

She came just as he did.

"Not bad, Katey." He ran a finger down her nose, ignoring the gag that filled her mouth and the drool running down its exterior. "Good for you?"

She nodded contentedly-.

"Shall I untie you?"

He saw her consider it-thinking about another go round, he assumed. Then she nodded slowly.

"Okay," he reached forward, undid the straps holding the gag in place before carefully pulling it out of her mouth, sopping up the drool that escaped with what had been her blouse.

"Th...thanks." She ran a tongue around her lips. "I wouldn't mind another go, but Jon..."

Fanelli nodded. Jon was her year -old son-sleeping in the room next door. "Maybe later." He got her hands free, turned to the bottom of the bed and untied one of her ankles. "It's been too long since I got a chance to be with you."

"Over a year." Kate Kitridge was one of Fanelli's oldest friends. She had been part of the platoon when they'd found the 'treasure' that allowed them to set up their present business. Only a roadside mine had stopped her from being a more active part of the group-it had put her in the hospital for nearly six months-and killed her fiancée-another member of the unit.

Kate had been pregnant when that mine exploded-it had nearly broken her to learn she'd lost the baby. She'd spent months in hospital-first recovering from her injuries, and then getting help over the sudden loss of both baby and fiancée.

It had been a tough time-but she was a strong girl and, eventually, she had pulled herself back together and become the independent woman that Fanelli had first encountered.

He, Kelly, Saviano, and the others had voted her a full share of the money that came from their first slave trade-and had given her a share of everything the group made thereafter. She used it to live quietly, on the outskirts of Boston. Some months earlier, she had decided to become a mother and had used some of that money to arrange an adoption-taking in a son she hoped to turn into the kind of man her fiancée had been.

She still got a real rush from being tied and spanked. Fanelli had learned that when she had joined him for a brief R&R during their first tour in the desert. She had trusted him to meet her needs-and he, in turn, trusted her to watch his back.

They had been friends ever since.

"That blonde must've been something." Kate rolled over, working the kinks out of her back as she rubbed the marks on her wrists. "You were really ready to go."

"She was a stone babe." Fanelli smiled. "Just like you."

"Maybe ten years ago." Kate smiled and looked down at her chest. "And I never had big tits ..."

"Great ass, though."

"Nice of you to say so." She slid to the side of the bed, stood up. "I gotta pee-be right back."

"Sure." Fanelli lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling as he thought about the blonde again. "I'll be waiting."

"You should try to find her." Kate's voice carried into the bedroom as she sat on the toilet seat and relieved herself. "I think you'd enjoy breaking her."

"That would be fun." Fanelli grinned. "But how do I find one blonde who could be anywhere in the damned country by now?"

"She'll turn up." Kate flushed the toilet, stepped back into the bedroom. "I don't know why I say that-but I just know it." She tossed herself onto the bed. "Now, before you start looking for her-maybe you could give a lady another little moment of happiness?"

Fanelli raised an eyebrow.

"Keep it simple this time." Kate smiled. "Just a hogtie-and be ready to let me loose if Jon wakes up!"

"Whatever you say, Kate." Fanelli picked up the ropes. "Whatever you say."