Annie XI: Bottled

(Chronological index: Ray as College Junior)

Annie knelt in the window sill, watching spring infect the campus. Couples were everywhere, as were gangs of young men, giggles of young women and wedges of campus security seeking to control illicit substances.

But even the cops seemed to be in buoyant moods from the season. Time and sunshine heal all wounds, including winter.

She hoped.

The sylph took a last bite of the chocolate egg and wrapped the foil back in place. It was the last of her Easter candy. Not that she got anything in a basket, but the day-after sales brought even Lindt chocolate down into her allowance.

The foil went back into the basket and Annie wandered around the desk. Thomas had moved out, to move in with Susan, and no one had been moved in.

Deliah had been growing more and more distant so she'd stopped coming around. And at the spring break, told Ray they might as well break everything off clean.

Ray was spending a lot of time out in the evenings, alone. He was taking this breakup harder than any ended relationship she'd seen.

Since there were signs he was drinking to excess and sometimes getting into fights, she was happy to stay home, bored but unbruised, until he worked this out.

The door opened and she turned to face it with a smile. The smile wavered when she saw his somber face and collapsed when she saw the paper sack. He'd brought a bottle back to the room.

Ray took a sip from the still-bagged bottle and walked over to the desk. She forced a smile and greeted him. "Hey, Master! Glad to see you! Welcome back! What can I do for you?"

He didn't say anything, just looked down at her. She tried to rally. "So, hey, I know you're really broken up about Deliah, but the bottle? You promised me, and you promised Mom, that you wouldn't drink in the room. It's just too easy to-"

She shut up as he swilled again. He smelled horrible. Something sweet mixed with, as near as she could tell, grain alcohol. Either he found some moonshine liqueur, or he was mixing drinks.

He placed the bottle down on the floor, reaching out to her with his other hand. She hugged his fingers and rubbed her cheek on a knuckle.

'Come back to me, Ray,' she thought. She tried to will the sentiment into his mind.

His fingers started to stroke her back. She purred and arched against them. His other hand moved to her Lindt basket. The arrangement had a few strands of plastic grass left. He picked up two.

A finger tapped her elbow and she held that arm out straight. He tied the grass at her wrist and tapped the other arm. Soon she had double lengths of translucent plastic ribbons trailing her movements.

"Streamers?" she asked. She spun around, arms extended. "Do I look pretty, revered Master?" Of course she did. But did he notice? What was he doing?

He pinched the ends of one 'blade' of grass between two fingers and stopped her twisting. She stilled and waited.

He grabbed the other ribbon and lifted her hands over her head. Then he trailed fingers over her thighs a time or two.

After a moment, he rose up high enough to lift her skirt. When her panties were revealed he skinned those down her legs. He left them at her knees.

His fingertips rose again, lifting the skirt to gather around her waist. He examined her pubic hair, running a finger back and forth across it. Then he dipped a little lower.

She couldn't spread her legs far without raising or lowering the underwear, but he kept pushing against the tops of her inner thighs

The hem of her skirt kept falling, blocking his view and requiring him to lift it again.

"Maybe I should take the skirt off, Master?" she suggested. At least he'd have to let go. But he was too smart for that. He lifted her dress up and over her head, sliding it along the grass until he could change his grip. The clothing went off to the side somewhere.

He poked at her bra a bit. The clasp gave under the attention and it soon followed her dress. Then he lifted the grass up.

She stood on tiptoe for a second, kicking her underwear loose. Once that was gone he lowered her back down.

"Ray?" She abandoned 'master,' trying to reinforce their friendship over his ownership. "What's going on?" She let a little catch sound in her voice as if she was scared.

It wasn't difficult.

He opened the drawer and took out a circle of metal.

"Oh, no," she whispered.

The circle was a sex toy Deliah had come up with. She liked to imagine being a sylph and being tied to it. "What if you found me tied to this?" or "What if you tied me to this?" "What if I was hung from this, hanging over a dart board? Would you save me or try to hit triple twenty?"

Ray had once, in a flippant mood, suggested 'The Screaming Frisbee.' Deliah had liked the idea so much that she'd jumped him then and there.

Nice girl, Annie had always thought, but she was kinky with a capital 'Good Christ!' It was all the sylph could do to keep from screaming during their little cuddle sessions.

Now Ray was tugging her forward to where the ring was.

"Ray? What are we doing?" He tied one hand to the ring. "Ray! This was Deliah's fantasy! Not mine! Not Annie's!" The other hand was stretched out, tugging her down to the desk. She scrambled to lay flat. Usually he lifted her to the position he wanted, now he was just pulling. Bullying.

"Ray! Ray, talk to me!" she whimpered. "Please?"

He silently selected two more grass ribbons and reached for her feet. Oh, god, she thought. Which fantasy was this? Some of that girl's ideas were lethal outside of fantasyland.

Was he using her to replace Deliah? Did he think she WAS Deliah? Did he want to punish Deliah? She started to kick but it was much too late.

With her spread out like a sacrifice (Oh, god, think of something else!) like a pizza topping (Aiee!) spread eagle, he pulled his Exacto knife out of the drawer and laid it on the desk. Then he leaned back and lifted the bottle to his lips.

"Hey! Big guy! Can I have a shot of what you're drinking?" Maybe it'd numb her against whatever he was going to do.

Ray shrugged and reached into the bag. He pulled out the bottle and held it over her head.

It was a bottle of chocolate syrup.

"You.." She took in a deep breath. "You MISERABLE BASTARD!" He smiled and swept a finger under his collar. Alcohol cleaning pads from the computer lab fell to the floor. The rank smell faded a little bit.

"I thought you were having a black out!" She kicked and pulled but couldn't break her bonds. He'd made a study of leverage and extension. She wasn't getting up without his permission.

"God, even a Texas jury would vindicate my killing you!" Her heels drummed against the desktop. He started pouring the syrup over her in long, slow strokes reaching from her breasts to her toes. He didn't allow a drop to land above her nipples or on her shoulders. Nowhere that she could reach with her mouth.

"Let me up! Let me up so I can kill you! I'll murderize you!" Gentle fingertips smoothed the sauce over her skin.

"I'll tell Mom! You threatened me with an Exacto! I was so scared! You're not supposed to make sylphs wet themselves!" He cocked his head at her statement, then leaned down to lick ever so slightly between her legs.

He rose up with an air of concentration, running his tongue back and forth behind his lips. He smiled and shook his head in a negative. No wetting detected.

Ray's head lowered back down and he licked in earnest. The tongue slide from toes to knees to crotch and back down again. She giggled, trying to catch the tip between her thighs.

He came back up and worried at her pussy, belly and breasts. Chocolate had stuck to his nose; she licked at it as it went by her face. He paused long enough for her to clean it entirely.

He dug it in between her breasts and raised it up to her again.

After a few minutes he looked her over and found no more syrup. His head started to rise

"You missed a spot," she panted. He ran his finger from ankle to ankle and showed it to her. There wasn't a drop on it.

"I didn't say you missed some sauce," she said. "I said, YOU MISSED A SPOT!"

He smiled and obediently lowered his head. She sighed and relaxed under the attention. He was hers again. Never mind the song writers, break-up sex was the best.



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