Somewhat reluctantly, but with a building sense of adventure, Elliot sipped his tea with her. He thought it tasted like cloves, which he didn’t much care for; she thought hers tasted like oranges or tangerines. She lay down across his lap with him supporting her resting head with his right arm. Affectionately, Claire looked up into his Sicilian, bedroom, brown eyes. She was wearing panties and a light-weight T-shirt since she thought the villa was too cool from the air conditioning. Being almost always warm, he wasn’t wearing anything.

  Elliot resisted the urge to play with her clit ring. For fifteen minutes they whispered sweet nothings to each other. Then, suddenly, as his fingers lightly ran across her scalp, she felt him grow large under her and he registered a distinct change in her demeanor.

  Claire’s groin began to tingle, then itch. Instinctively, she reached down into her panties to scratch herself. The result was a shock of sexual pleasure that rocked her body all over. It didn’t just emanate from her rings, but seemed to engulf her entire mound and spiraled down deep within her vagina. The feeling was so wonderful, so intense that she was unable to stop rubbing herself. He saw what she was doing and reached within her panties to massage her clit and its ring. She wouldn’t move her hand so he tried to gently push it aside. She pushed back at him, unwilling to stop, even for an instant while the waves of pleasure swept over her. He tried again and she tried to yell, “Stop!” but no sound came out of her mouth.

  “Claire, Darling, let me touch you. Are you alright?”

  He forcibly slid his hand under hers. She felt the pleasure continue, even reach new heights as his experienced fingers probed and flicked her customized pussy and everywhere between her legs. Seeing that his face was still disturbed, she tried to assure him that she was alright but she was still unable to talk. She couldn’t form words. She could only react to the pleasure, the wonderful, joyous pleasure emanating from her sex. She tried to indicate, by pointing to her mouth and shaking her head that she couldn’t talk. He finally seemed to understand and only asked, again, if she were okay. She nodded her head and managed to coo with pleasure, but could still form no words.

  Claire’s clit became engorged, easily three times its normal size. His erection was huge, powerful. He forced her to the floor, his hand still on her cunt. He fell hard on top of her and entered her immediately. She was dripping wet between her legs and he slid deeply inside her with ease. As he did, the glans of his penis began to swell, locking them together, making it impossible for Elliot to pull out, even if he wanted. At the same time, Claire’s vagina began to contract and then involuntarily shudder rhythmically. He moved back and forth within her as much as his swollen member would allow, and it was enough. Coupled with her vaginal oscillations and the pressure against her enlarged clit, they came within moments.

  The orgasmic pulses for each of them continued on and on, five times, ten times, twenty times - far beyond anything they’d known before. When the sensations finally stopped, they both faded from consciousness. When they reawakened, he was still on top of her and still swollen tight within her.

  Claire, unable to speak, could only grunt or coo but managed to let him know to start again. They began their tightly bound sexual dance anew, becoming more violent as they rolled across the floor, literally fastened to each other. Elliot’s hands moved all over her body, scratching at her back, rubbing the smooth skin of her naked scalp, pulling at the rings in her nipples. They came again and again, sometimes losing consciousness, sometimes restarting their motions as soon as the orgasmic spasms had relaxed.

  Their sexual romp continued for hours. They finally fell into a deep sleep, still locked together, with Claire collapsed on top of him.

  They awoke about three-thirty in the morning, both stirring at about the same time. His swollen penis and her tightly contracted vagina bound them tightly as one.

  “Claire, that was unbelievable. I can’t imagine ever wanting to do that with anyone else. You are the perfect woman for me.”

  Claire could not speak, couldn’t even form words with her mouth, but she opened her mouth to coo and kiss him by way of a response. On top and unable to stop, she began to move around him by rotating her hips, her still-enlarged clit sending wave after wave of arousal crashing within her. They both came yet again.

  They were still locked together and Claire gradually felt the need to pee. She could tell that he was slightly less full inside her, but they were not able to separate. She tried to indicate to him that she had to go. Elliot got the message - he also needed to, but there was no hope of that, not while they were still coupled. He told her to go ahead and do it right there, rather than suffer. She shook her head no and managed to hold it. Then, as she felt herself uncontrollably starting to vibrate around him again, she somehow forgot the urge to void her bladder and could only sense and feel the climax that was coming. The need to pee didn’t hamper the next orgasm for either of them which, although less violent because they were, by now, exhausted, was as sweetly gratifying as any before it.

  After cumming that time, he began to finally relax within her. Gradually, over the next five minutes, his erection dissipated and he separated from her for the first time in over nine hours.

  I have to pee, was all she could think of as she stumbled into the bathroom. When she came out, he rushed in. When he returned, relief evident on his face, he pulled her up to him and hugged her deeply.

  Claire kissed him: a soft, warm, full kiss with her tongue entering his mouth. She still couldn’t speak and was beginning to become concerned. There was nothing they could do about that until morning so they went to bed, completely depleted.

  Claire’s speech hadn’t returned when she awoke. He called Romania’s and spoke at length to the heavy-set gypsy woman. She assured him again that the side effects from the teas - and there would be others from the other two - would disappear with time. Claire’s inability to speak was a part of the effect of the blue tea, which made the woman focus on her sexuality at the expense of her verbal response to it. It was more long-lasting than the sexual arousal and would probably continue for several days. That effect of the blue tea was also cumulative, each time she used it, she could expect three or four days of silence to be added to whatever time she had already experienced before.

  Claire was a bit put-out about not being able to talk, but, reflecting on the astonishing sex of the night before, decided that the experience was worth it. Who needed to talk after the most remarkable lovemaking she had ever imagined? What more could be said?

  Still weary, they made their way to the beach and spent the afternoon there. He managed to carry on a conversation with Claire by carefully formulating yes-no questions. She found that she could still write, even though her brain couldn’t formulate speech. She sketched questions and answers in the sand.

  They went out to dinner at a restaurant on the beach. Claire experienced what it was like to be mute in public. At first she was frustrated, having to point to everything or asking Elliot to try to interpret for her. After a while, as the sun began to set beautifully into the sea while they sipped wine at their table on the sand, the entire experience took on an erotic thrill, both for Elliot and for Claire. As twilight beckoned, they both became naturally aroused and found themselves kissing between sips of wine. Their tongues probed each other’s mouths as they tried to consume each other there at the restaurant. As darkness fell, they walked slowly back to the villa with their arms around one another. Despite taking precautions to avoid stimulation by her clit ring, Claire shuddered with arousal several times on the way. Briefly, she worried that she’d be unable to function normally with the ever-present titillation. She decided that only time would tell.

  They were both ready for sex again: natural sex, not induced as in the night before. He did her gently. His slow in-and-out motion made her deliciously excited. His mouth sucked her clitoris and the ring it wore, his tongue probed between her lips, flicking those rings. Movement of the clit ring sent her over the edge within moments, as it now always seemed to. Claire came four times lying on Elliot’s hand. He had held back, relishing the natural feel of her warm wetness surrounding him. Still unable to speak, she began to reach an erotic high. She rolled on top of him, her legs between his, squeezing him tightly within her. She brought them both up to near-orgasm, then reached into a drawer of the nightstand next to her bed and pulled out the four, yellow and white gold rings that the gypsy had given her. She held them up for him to see and pointed at her crotch. He asked, “Are you sure you want to do that now?’ She shook her head vigorously yes. She could see that the idea aroused him further. She dismounted him and pushed him aside. She lay in the center of the bed with her knees up and her legs spread apart.

  Elliot went into the bathroom and returned with a small cup of alcohol, a piercing needle, piercing pliers, and Q-tips. He dropped the rings into the alcohol and applied more alcohol carefully to her inner lips, behind the other three rings on each side. He very lightly massaged her clit with his finger to keep her aroused, but tried to be prudent and not push her over the edge right then. When he removed his hand to get started, she continued the controlled arousal by carefully touching herself there.

  He held one lip of her labia minora with the pliers. She felt the cold steel firmly pinching her. As she continued to keep herself aroused, she felt the sharp sting of a needle passing through her. He inserted a fourth ring, white gold, on that side through the hole, a centimeter behind the last of the first three rings, a copper gold one, and the same spacing as the others. He then did a fifth one, forcing the needle through her flesh just as Claire came, the experience heightened by the vividness of the stinging pain. He threaded a yellow gold ring through the new hole.

  She rested for a moment, two new rings now within her. She could feel nothing but the afterglow of the orgasm. After waiting a while, she began to flick at her clit ring to arouse herself again. She continued to methodically move it as Elliot held her other labia lip in the pliers. The needle went through and she actually cooed with pleasure. The last piercing coupled with her own ministrations brought her to another orgasm. She was spent, exhausted, unable to move a muscle as he threaded the last ring into place.

  He applied the gypsies’ balm to the four new piercings. He made her kneel on all fours as he removed her plug and lubricated her anus. Elliot smoothly entered the prepared orifice. His arm wrapped around her and his fingers probed her vagina, pressing the flesh between her vagina and her anal canal together to heighten the experience for both of them. Claire went wild with passion, brought on by the physical stimulation and the highly erotic knowledge of what he’d done to her. He came forcefully within her. Afterward, she rolled to her side, her back pressing against him, burrowing into the covers as he held her. They slept with him tightly holding her all night long.

  * * * * *

  It was now later in the week, well after dark. Claire was beginning to talk a little, though still with some difficulty. She had to concentrate hard to say anything and had a tendency to lisp. She was tired of not being able to communicate easily. He thought the way she frowned in concentration when she was trying to say something was cute and her lisp was somehow sexy and erotic – like everything about her. Three days of using the ointment on the new piercings had, astonishingly, completely healed them.

  They’d just finished making love. Claire had been quite loud, roughly spitting out her words as she forced herself to speak. At her last peak, she had shouted-lisped, “Oh thit! Thit! Thit!” So loudly that he thought she’d wake everyone in the nearby villas.

  For a while, they lay there basking in the glow of light from a full, golden moon shining through the window and in the glow of a deep, abiding affection that neither had yet fully admitted - either to themselves or each other. Elliot propped himself up onto one elbow and looked into the face of the woman who’d completely captured him, while he’d been busy chasing after her.

  She was wearing no makeup, save for the permanent liner which beautifully outlined her eyes. He ran his finger along her brow line, feeling the smoothness of her skin where the brows were gone. He had become very used to seeing her without them, since Jean-Pierre had first removed them following the forfeit. With the unintentional follow-up treatments, there was still no sign of any re-growth and wouldn’t be for many weeks. That is, if she decided to let them grow back at all. He suspected that they turned her on almost as much as they did him. He would never ask her to keep them that way, but would love it if she continued to, at least for the near future.

  He was less used to her baldness. He missed the short, black hairstyle and all of her earlier ones too. He loved the slight curl and the texture of her hair, the way it framed her face. He liked to run his fingers through it when it was short. He liked to watch his fingers emerge from within the short tufts or curls. But he had to admit that she had a beautifully-shaped head and was able to pull off the hairless look better than anyone he’d ever imagined. Thinking about her eyebrows and her hair was starting to turn him on. He felt rising erotic passion. Almost as though she’d read his thoughts, she reached over and pulled him towards her, nibbling his earlobe. She knew that would make him feel even more erotic and wanted to see what would happen. Her attentions continued for a while, until he was shaking with passion.

  He rose from bed and went over to the dresser. He removed the thin gold cord the gypsy had given him from a velvet bag. Returning to the bed, he propped up Claire’s legs and spread them apart. He threaded the cord through her clit ring, to unintelligible moans of pleasure from Claire, until the ring was centered on the cord. Proceeding, he laced the cord through the rings in her labia, crisscrossing it between the rings until he had cinched her closed. The cord had small loops at each end which were now dangling about half an inch past the last two labia rings. He slipped a tiny padlock through the loops and snapped it shut, sealing her.

  “I think you’ve thealed my puthy!” She shouted.

  When Claire had realized what he’d done, she became so aroused that she began to rock back and forth with desire. Her motion, and the tight lacing of her pussy, caused her lips to rub against her clit and tug her clit ring. She came within moments, quivering from head to toe. He pushed her down against the bed and smothered her in kisses, his tongue gliding roughly all over her body. He moved up to straddle her, his legs on either side of her shoulders. She reached up and took his penis into her mouth. Carefully cupping it with her lips, she moved it in and out slowly, all the time licking the glans and the velvety underside with her tongue. She took him deeply into her mouth - he always wondered how she could do that. He became more and more aroused. Finally, unable to hold back, he came in her mouth. Claire took his fluid into her and released him.

  “W… Wath that good for you?” She asked needlessly.

  “Yeth!” He teased her, lisping good-naturedly. She grabbed his member and lightly bit down on it.

  “Ouch!” He yelled, overacting. “Now I won’t be able to do you for a week!”

  “Nonthenthe. I didn’t bite you hard. You made fun. You teathed me.”

  “Actually, I think your lisping is kinda sexy. But don’t worry, it’ll be gone in a day or two or three.”

  “Good. I don’t like thith. I can’t thay thexth, even though I want your penith in my ath right now!”

  They lay next to each other with her head resting on his shoulder. Nothing needed to be said. After a while, Elliot felt the urge again. He also saw the dreamy look in Claire’s eyes. He removed her house guest and his fingers probed her while lubricating her rosebud. He entered her repeatedly from behind. The rest of the night was lost in the sweet oblivion of sex and togetherness.

  She slept with her pussy tied shut, her plug back in place, her ankles fastened apart to the bedframe at the foot of the bed and her hands tied together and to the head of the bedframe. It was either that or be unable to sleep from her inability to control the need to arouse herself.

  When she did fall asleep, Claire slept soundly. She awoke the next morning and was aware that something was different but the cobwebs in her head had to clear before she realized what it was. She reached up to her throat and felt a snug, metallic band encircling it. Chains extended down from two rings bonded to the collar to her nipples where they were fastened to the rings there. From each nipple, chains linked to the jewel in her navel. There they were hooked to the full ring through her flesh that held the jewel in place at the bottom. Also from her navel ring, a chain circled her waist. Another chain continued down from it and was fastened to the ring in her clitoris. Yet another length of chain extended from the loops which held the lock between her legs and up in back to fasten to the waist chain again. A larger chain was fastened from her collar to the brass headboard of the bed, binding her there. Finally, heavy gold bracelets encircled her wrists and were bound together by about one foot of chain.

  Intrigued and a bit frightened, she stood beside the bed and called out to Elliot. The feel of the links against her skin chilled her and thrilled her at the same time. As she moved, the tugging on her clit ring was particularly noticeable.

  Elliot entered the room wearing a mask over his eyes which was tied behind his head. Save for the mask, he wore nothing.

  “Today we’ll create a fantasy that has been circling in your mind for some time. As you can see and feel, you’re a chained, collared slave. Not only are you collared but the rings in your flesh bind you as well. Your own body betrays you to yourself and what you are today. If you please me, tomorrow you may go free. Or, if I choose, you will remain a slave. The more you please me, the more likely you are to go free. Do you understand?”

  She was thrilled. And stimulated by the movement of her rings – especially her clit ring – whenever she moved any part of her upper body. She could feel warm, lubricating liquid flow from between her legs, through her laced pussy, and down her leg. “I underthtand.”