The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 9

A strange pungent smell woke him in the midst of a wild dream. He was Gulliver to a thousand, hundred legged creatures made from just breasts and vagina. They swarmed over him, drooled from their nipples and laid tracks on his torso like snails. He was floating and the water level rose. In his dream he knew that drowning would cause that immense relief that he so, so craved. However, it was not to be and he woke with a start.

He had no conception of the duration of his sleep, but he felt refreshed and momentarily unaware of his confinement. This changed when the chains which led from his wrists to the posts behind him tinkled.

A shadow flickered lightly on the ceiling. ‘Nano geyani,' a musical, foreign sounding voice uttered. ‘sum marum bajaka jagyum che?’

Candles lit the cellar bathing the inside with a soft yellow, orange glow. The dancing shadow moved on the ceiling, indicating that it’s owner was to make itself known. Despite the tranquillity of the light and the new warmth in the cellar, Gary was fearful. He had grown deeply distrustful of any kindness that came his way in this house. Sleep had come the night before while cursing the very moment he had clamoured for the job of mending Mrs. Barton’s pool and now he thought he understood the meaning of what was happening to him. The middle and upper class community in the area was obviously very close knit and the story of his poor behaviour has spread secretly between them. A plan had been prepared, and like ...

... the weak idiot he was, he had fallen into it.

It was then, no great surprise when he heard the beautiful voice of Mala Gupta resonating in his cell. ‘Good morning Gary. I hope that you are not in pain too much.’

The torments of the previous day came to mind and he tested his sense of feeling by wiggling his feet. The chinking of his restraints coincided with the sensation of the soft ankle straps.

‘You have deep bruises, I have been tending to them for some time now.’

‘I want to get out of here.’ Gary murmured.

‘Time, Gary. In time.’ Mrs. Gupta stood and drifted her hand over the top of his brow, which twitched to avoid the contact. ‘Oh, what have they been doing to you? You were so beautiful, so sensual. Such a loving boy.’

He remembered Mala Gupta from the work job he had done for her. She had seemed kindly and flirtatious, not unlike the expensive prostitutes that he had attempted to solicit in Germany. Then, he had toyed with the idea of sacrificing three weeks of pay for that experience, but had congratulated himself on his decision to abstain – after all, there was only so much value in a very pretty face and good manners if the object was to viciously back-end them anyway. Now however, Mala un-faded into the room over him and lightly tousled his hair. ‘What are you gonna do to me?’ He asked.

‘Do to you?’ She questioned. ‘We shall do this together Gary. We shall both go on a journey, an experience.’ His face tightened and turned away from her. ‘Your ...