by Nicole Sutter
Tai Anne Roper gasped as whoever-the-hell-it-was behind her began rubbing Tai's hard right nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She yanked again at the handcuffs that bound her hands behind her and kept her secured to the heavy wooden post within the Temple of Kali.
Tai tried to say, "Please stop!", but with this mysterious woman's warm hand over her mouth, it came out as, "Plmmmph stmmp!"
Tai groaned again as another warm, feminine hand caressed the underside of her left breast. The two hands on each of her breasts began to work in deadly unison. Tai wondered if her areolas might actually pop.
That's when Tai Anne Roper's eyes assumed the dimensions of a Japanese anime girl as she realized that the hand over her mouth hadn't moved.
Three hands? Jesus H. Keerist. Tai remembered the statue of Kali and her four arms... and as if on cue, a fourth hand snaked around her tummy and began to unbuckle the belt to her black leather pants.
Tai tried to look behind her, but the post was too wide and her cuffed hands only allowed her so much movement. Whoever was behind the post could stay hidden as long as she desired.
The four hands were nothing if not ambidextrous. The hands on her breasts were gently cupping and squeezing while there was something just as erotic about the hand over her mouth that also caressed her lips. And number four was no slacker. It had gotten her belt unbuckled, her pants unzipped and slipped past her black thong panties to palm her soaking cunt.
"You are soooooo wet!" The voice husked into Tai's ear. "You will climax for me now."
A simple order, one that Tai carried out almost immediately as one of the long-nailed fingers of the hand in her cunt burrowed into her wet folds to find her clit and jab it deeply.
Tai screamed into the hand over her mouth, a long keening wail of pleasure. The arms and hands that were wrapped about her held her tight to the post as she surged and bucked against it. At last the hands held her there gently, as Tai rode out what was arguably the most intense orgasm in her life.
Tai Anne Roper sensed the mysterious woman now easing around the post to face her. The mix of fear and lust that had given her that wondrous orgasm now returned.
The woman was beautiful. She had dark, earth-brown skin, long waves of black hair framing a beautiful face and eyes of startling blue that mesmerized Tai at first sight.
Tai noticed the small vermilion mark painted on her forehead between her eyes. The Talika, a Hindu sign. She wore a blue madras sari that didn't hide the curves of her body. She was as tall as Tai, at least five foot six. She also wore quite a collection of beads, bracelets and rings.
Gasping, Tai opened her mouth as the woman removed her hand, only to be deeply tongue-kissed by her. She groaned and just went with the flow, returning the kiss and sucking hard on the woman's tongue in return.
The kiss seemed to go on for days. Maybe weeks. Who knows.
Finally the woman gently pulled away, smiling broadly with even, white teeth at Tai, who was almost hyperventilating.
"You are as your Mother Jane said you were," the woman whispered in a gentle, sing-song voice. "A sensual, loving girl."
"D-doesn't sound l-like... Muh-Mom," Tai wheezed.
"Actually she said you were a hot little bitch ... but I was trying to be kind," the woman admitted.
Tai nodded. "So, you know who I am..."
"And me?" The woman grinned and released Tai's hair from her pony tail. "I am Shakira. High Priestess and Avatar for the Kali-Ma. Welcome to my Temple."
Yes, the Temple... and that statue. Tai looked over to where the statue had been a moment before. It still seemed missing until Tai squinted and looked at it a certain way. There it was. Hiding in the darkness.
"G-Gave me a fright," Tai said. "I... I... Ay yi yi yi!"
Tai leaned back as Shakira pulled the tight sweater Tai had been wearing above the firm swells of her breasts and began suckling her nipples, moving back and forth from one to the other and being careful to rub and pinch with her fingers the nip she wasn't currently nibbling on.
"Hey-hey-hey... th-those things are ki-kinda... seh-seh-sensitive..." Tai wheezed.
"Your areolas plump up so nicely," Shakira said. "That is a good sign."
"Of wh-what?" Tai whined.
"That you will nurture our many children," Shakira said. She moved up and kissed Tai deeply. "For I intend to take you for my wife."
"Ummmph fummmph..." Tai blinked as Shakira nibbled and sucked on Tai's lower lip. "Wi-wi-wife?"
"Yes." Shakira stopped and looked at Tai. "Your mother did not tell me about this stuttering habit of yours."
"It comes and goes," Tai said. "Now, what's this about me being your wife?"
"Your mother, Glenna Jane, has allowed me to take you for my wife."Shakira's eyes sparkled. "She has told me much about you! How you will not admit to your lesbian proclivities, or your submissive nature."
Tai sighed. "That's cuz I am not a lesbian! And I'm not sub-suuuuuub...." Tai groaned as Shakira pinched and rolled her nipples.
"So I decided to see for myself," Shakira said. "I had your Mother leave you here, bound as you were. If I could get an orgasm out of you sight unseen... I knew you were as your mother said!"
"But I don't even know you!" Tai whispered.
"You will." Shakira kissed her. "You will learn the ways of the Hindu faith and the Kali-Ma. And become my wife and lifemate for eternity."
"And if I chose not to?"
"You have no choice," Shakira said simply. "You are as your mother says, 'a kidnap-prone girl'. You find your way into ropes and chains with amusing regularity. I will simply take possession of you."
"Sounds like you want a slave instead of a wife!" Tai retorted.
"You will obey me, yes..." Shakira looked her over. "But I will see to it that much pleasure comes your way. Especially after you receive your piercings..."
"Mah-whaaaaa..."
"Nose, tongue, nips and clit." Shakira punctuated each word with a playful pinch at the spoken body part. "When I am done with you, a simple walk down a forest path will mean gushing girl'gasms!"
Tai tried to protest even as Shakira knelt before her and pulled her tight leather pants down to her ankles. Shakira's own pierced tongue then helped to give Tai Anne Roper yet another orgasm that if anything was even more mind blowing than the first.
Shakira stood up, licking her lips. "Your taste is exquisite! I will go now to our bed chamber and get your locking-harness and hobble-chains. We have much to plan! The wedding invitations alone I do not wish to contemplate!"
A quick, deep tongue kiss later and Shakira was gone, leaving Tai again alone in the temple.
She blinked furiously. What the hell had happened? One moment she was chatting with her Mom on her way to San Francisco, the next she was the slave bride to a Hindu goddess of some sort!
Tai knew one thing, if she was going to get out of this jackpot, she had better do it before she was harnessed and hobbled... and addicted to a steady stream of Shakira's heavenly girl'gasms.
Humming the theme to 'The Wild Wild West', Tai withdrew a steel lockpick from the watchband of her oversized Casio G-shock. She was glad the handcuffs on her wrists were three-link and not the hinged type which were impossible to get off without assistance.
She struggled with the lockbar, wishing she hadn't been so distracted last night when Iwana had cuffed her.
A minute later the ratchet released and she was free. Breathing a sigh of relief, she got her hands in front of her and unlocked the other cuff, tossed them, and then pulled up her leather pants, aware of the fact she was soaked.
She then proceeded to run like hell from the Temple of the Kali-Ma. Down the familiar dirt trail and thru the woods that would lead back to the main house and her motorcycle.
"TAAAAAAAAAAAIIII!!!! DO NOT LEAVE ME!!!" Tai heard the shout call down from above the temple. She turned and saw the tiny figure of Shakira --still a good distance away and up on a hill-- waving at her while holding onto a heavy collection of leather straps and chains.
Tai Anne Roper kept running. She made it back to the mansion, where Yoshiko was sitting on the porch sipping some Japanese tea.
"Ah, Tai-chan. Join me?"
"I'm in a bit of a rush, Mama-san. Some other time." Tai vaulted the porch railing and gave Yoshiko a peck on the cheek. "Bye for now!"
She ran down the porch stairs and thru the garden to find the three Rambettes waiting for her. Hips cocked, spoiling for a fight and standing between Tai and her motorbike.
"Nobody leaves without Mama Jane's say so!" The leader snarled.
Tai Anne Roper hardly broke stride as she went through then like shit through a goose. An elbow to a nose. A boot to the chest. And a fist to the breadbasket.
Yoshiko Katsuhara Roper smiled as she watched Tai straddle her bike and kick start it while the Rambettes groaned on the gravel. That's my girl! Yoshiko thought proudly.
Tai's Honda took off in a spray of gravel, rocketing down the driveway and out onto the PCH. Once again Tai Anne Roper said farewell to the commune of New Lesbos.
From her place in the forest, Shakira watched her leave with a great sadness. She decided then and there to find and capture Tai Anne Roper, and keep her forever more as her woman.
The collection of harness leather and chains meant for Tai that Shakira was still was lugging about was heavy enough for her to need two arms to carry them. From under her blue madras sari, a third arm appeared with a handful of kleenex, while a fourth hand came out to pull one of the tissues loose and gently wipe away her tears and blow her nose.
Chapter Five