Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]
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				Title: <strong>Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 19:33:18</strong>
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				Silence descended in the cabin of the private jet as the engines slowly came to a stop. Ryan Cranwell peered out of the nearest window with a strange mixture of anticipation and dread. This confused feeling had overtaken him as he mounted the steps to his fathers plane three hours ago. He had spent the entire journey deep in thought, attempting to understand, to locate the source of these emotions.<br><br>Ryan was the eldest child of Roger and Ilene Cranwell, the multi-millionaire founders and sole owners of Cranwell Incorporated. It was always assumed that he would take over as head of the business once his parents retired. To some, this predetermination of his life may appear constricting or suffocating. Ryan didn't see it that way, to him it was a challenge he was keen to engage.<br><br>That, however was all in the future, for now he had a year to do whatever he wanted. The speech his father had given him on his 16th birthday was still clear and fresh in his memory. "Ryan, I have secured you a place at Drayhouse manor, the best economics and accountancy university in the world. It's a four year course, after which you will be qualified to join us at Cranwell Inc." he smiled at this point " It's not all hard graft though my boy. When you get back you may have a year to do whatever your heart desires before starting work" <br><br>The memories faded as the plane door opened to admit his fathers driver. "Hello Walt, it's been a long time " the young man greeted the older. Up until the age of 16, Ryan had lived at home with his brother Charles and sister Hazel, his parents were out of the country more than they were at home, so the young boy had looked upon Walter as a second father.<br><br>A broad smile at seeing his young charge once again appeared upon the old mans face as he replied "That it has mister Ryan, that it has. I have the limo waiting when your ready to leave." Climbing to his feet Ryan stooped to pick up his laptop, then followed out through the open door to pause a moment upon the steps. A survey of the airport and surrounding countryside telling him that nothing had changed, it looked the same as the day he had left.<br><br>His gaze finally came to rest on the limo parked nearby, Walter standing holding the rear door open. "You know better than that Walt " called the young man with a smile whilst walking toward the car, making a beeline for the front passenger door. A shadow of doubt passed over the drivers face, "Are you sure mister Ryan. When you was a boy riding up front was OK, but now your a young man. Perhaps,,,," "No perhapses Walt " interrupted Ryan " I'm riding up front with you."<br><br>By this time the young Cranwell had reached the front door and was opening it. Walters face was a mixture of emotions, he was pleased that the young man still saw him as a friend and yet he was also uncomfortable that it was not the done thing. He was still undecided when the thump of the front door closing settled the matter for him. Closing the rear door, then climbing behind the wheel Walter carefully guided the car out of the airport and onto the highway.<br><br>It was a journey undertaken in silence. Walter was extremely uncomfortable with his employer riding by his side instead of in the back where he should be. Ryan, once he had buckled his seat belt was again smitten by the feeling of dread. A dread that increased as the distance to the Cranwell family home decreased. Try as he might he could not pin down the cause of the feeling.<br><br>The approach to the mansion was by a sweeping gravel road that gave views of the imposing frontage of the building from almost it's entire length. As the car entered the driveway Ryan could see people waiting by the front door. With decreasing distance he could make out who the figures were. Charles and Hazel were waving madly to him. Behind the children stood a woman, a woman he recognised at once. His stomach tightened into a hard knot. Now he knew the cause of the dread, he would have to suffer the anguish yet again. To love someone so hard it hurts but to know that the love can never be. To have it tossed aside as a mere teenage crush.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 22:39:10</strong>
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				"Charles, Hazel," Elizabeth Donner said quietly. "Here is your brother now." She had a hand on the children's shoulders. Not that they were children, truly, any longer. Her blonde hair blew in the gentle breeze, her eyes crinkling at the sun as she noticed the man Ryan had become. She sneaked a quick glance to see if he might have brought a young lady with him for the visit. Her stomach knotted. Elizabeth had always been aware that Ryan had had a crush on her, but she hoped he had grown out of it by now. It wouldn't be seemly for a young man in his position to be thinking thoughts like that about his siblings' nanny.<br><br>Beneath the wool of her cardigan, goosebumps pebbled her skin. It would be soon time to put her sundresses away, but she wasn't ready to do so as of yet. "Mr. Cranwell," she called out, offering him the respect due an adult.
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				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 18:19:36</strong>
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				Ryan was in the process of closing the car door, his back towards the welcoming committee when her voice reached him. The expression upon his face told volumes of his feelings but fortunately no one could see it. Bringing his facial muscles under control, plastering a smile upon his features he turned "Elizabeth please, there's no need to be formal. "<br><br>Now that he could see her close up he felt even more attracted to her, those feelings however he repressed savagely. With an effort his smile broadened "As I've told Walter,&nbsp; please call me Ryan like you used to do. " shifting his attention to his siblings "And you two, how're you doing ? " The kids didn't need any further prompting before rushing forward to hug him, each speaking rapidly and at the same time. "Whoa, slow down. Lets go inside and you can tell me all the news." with a sibling holding each hand the party made it's way indoors. Ryan's attention however kept returning to Elizabeth whenever he thought she was not looking.<br><br>The kids kept him busy for quite a while but soon, as with most children, they lost interest and left to do something more interesting, leaving Ryan with Elizabeth " I'm sorry, I should have asked earlier. How are you ?" he enquired of the woman. He could not see a wedding band but that did not mean her marital status had not changed. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 03:23:22</strong>
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				Elizabeth tucked her hair behind her ear. "I'm doing well. Charles and Hazel are still delights to care for, and we have loads of fun together. We keep busy with sports and the clubs and everything. You're looking well, university has agreed with you." She gave him a mock stern look. "You didn't get yourself into any mischief that I didn't hear about did you?" she teased. "I almost expected you to be bringing home a young lady to meet the family."
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				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 18:53:47</strong>
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				Ryan blushed, he never could handle the kindly teasing that she was so good at. The smile he gave her was warm and genuine, " No, no young lady. I've not met any that have that particular spark for me." A sudden realisation that his words could be interpreted to mean something entirely different than he intended, he added quickly " That's not to say I don't have any lady friends, but they are only that, friends. The one that's right for me hasn't shown herself yet"<br><br>The room they were occupying was the main lounge, it was a large room his parents sometimes used it for parties, when in normal use as today, it was furnished in a modern style. One of the rooms attributes was a bar hidden in an ornate wall unit. Attempting to hide his embarrassment, Ryan stepped over to the unit, opening the cupboard door to reveal the neatly displayed drinks and glasses. " Can I get you anything " he asked indicating the numerous bottles of wines, spirits and soft drinks ?"<br><br>Pouring himself an orange juice, the young man realized that the feeling of dread which had been plaguing him for hours had evaporated, being replaced by happiness that he was in her company again. " It's good to be home again." he said with feeling, a shadow then passed across his young features " You know my father originally told me that I can have the next year off to do as I liked. He's now changed his mind and says I must prove what I've learned first, if I don't, he'll stop my allowance." with a pout he finished " I ask you is that fair ? "<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 20:50:28</strong>
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				"Mmmm...a sparkling water, "Elizabeth replied as she followed him over to the bar. "I know what you meant about not finding the one. You'll find someone, you're much too special of a person not to." And while he was young enough to find love, she herself had given up. But she was happy with the children she cared for.<br><br>"You're father has been becoming more strict lately. Several things I used to do with Charles and Hazel are now limited if not forbidden. It seems there's something on his mind, yet I don't know what. He was very stressed before he and your Mum left on this vacation. I'm wondering if there's not a problem in the company and he hopes you might figure it out. He trusts you, and that speaks volumes."
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				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 21:28:16</strong>
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				Ryan considered her words for a moment, it was a little disconcerting initially to hear her talk to him as an adult. The last time they had spoken was four years ago, and whilst not a child, he had not then matured enough to have a conversation such as they were now having.<br><br>Indicating that they ought to take a seat in the high backed leather armchairs near the centre of the room "You could be right, but then if so, he hasn't mentioned anything in particular." Ryan remained silent, thoughtful as he approached the chair he'd selected finally relaxing back into the enclosing seat, his drink lightly clasped in both hands. With a small chuckle he admitted " That's not all that surprising really, that he's not mentioned anything I mean. We haven't spoken face to face since I left for university. I think your wrong about him expecting me to solve a problem he can't though" <br><br>His brow creased in thought for a few seconds, taking a sip of his juice he gazed steadily at the woman " The more likely explanation is that he's worried I won't live up to the expectations he and mom have. That would fit more into him wanting to test me." The strangeness of the fact that Ryan was talking personal feelings and thoughts with Elizabeth, an employee, about her employer did not occur to him. Elizabeth was someone he trusted. " Did mom seem worried as well or was it just dad ?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 03:40:29</strong>
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				"No, it was just your father." Elizabeth thought for a moment, "But then he rarely confides in her in regards to money or the business. You could be right about him testing you, although I doubt it's due to not trusting that you would live up to his expectations. It could be that he's set up a test for you." She took a sip of her water. "I do wish he would spend more time with the three of you. I don't see that changing though."
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				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 14:13:30</strong>
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				"I agree with you there, I doubt he will ever change in that respect " responded Ryan with a wide smile " he's old school through and through. Men go out to earn a living whilst women stay at home to look after house and kids " His face took on a more sombre expression as he fell silent contemplating her words about possible trouble with the company. He had not heard, read or deduced anything in the financial pages he'd so recently studied for his final exam. That in itself didn't mean anything, normally the first thing the world at large would know about such things was after a company had collapsed. <br><br>Finally Ryan came to the conclusion that if the company was in trouble then his father would let him know when he saw fit. Until he heard to the contrary the young man would continue as normal. Whilst musing, his gaze had been in Elizabeth's direction, but as was usual for him, when deep in thought he allowed his eyes to lose focus. Bringing them back under conscious control Ryan found he was staring at her cardigan and dress covered breasts. Quickly he shifted to looking at her face, drinking the last of his juice to cover his guilty expression. <br><br>Returning the empty glass to the bar he turned to face her once more " I suppose I'd better turn in then get an early start on the auditing tomorrow, the quicker I get it done the quicker I can start doing what I want to do. Am I right in assuming I'm still in my old room or have things changed whilst I've been gone ?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 17:54:44</strong>
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				"No, nothing's changed," Elizabeth replied with a smile. "Your room is all ready for you. I freshened it for you myself." She stood and stretched, casting a surreptitious glance at him. Ryan had indeed grown into a fine young man. When he finally found the right woman, he would make her very happy. "I should round up Charles and Hazel and get them ready for bed as well. It's good to have you home, Ryan."
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				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 19:33:36</strong>
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				"Thank you, it's really good to be back. I missed this place." Ryan lingered in the lounge a short while as Elizabeth left to find her charges. His gaze following the woman until she was out of sight, with a shake of the head and muttering about forbidden fruit he made his way to the room he had occupied for sixteen of his twenty years of life.<br><br>His bedroom was not exactly as he had left it, but it was close. None of his personal things had been removed but it now boasted a large king size bed, the overall decor had altered to that of an adult bedroom. Checking inside the walk-in closet he found as expected, two or three outfits for every occasion from a beach party to an ambassadors ball.<br><br>Although still early, Ryan was tired, flying always had that effect on him so it was only natural to clean up and go to bed. He did not sleep well however, the seeds of doubt concerning the company business, plus his own internal wants for a woman out of reach, both conspired to make it a fitful night. He awoke and dressed at five thirty.<br><br>The normal household routine was to have breakfast at eight thirty, he could of course have just ordered his at once, instead he decided to begin the tedious task of auditing the accounts for the mansion. He was hoping that it would not take too long, half a day max he guessed. Elizabeth was the one who normally managed the accounts and she was nothing if not a stickler for protocol so this should be a breeze.<br><br>The first years accounting went as expected, it was the second years accounts where things began to go downhill. The numbers did not seem to make sense. He could find no obvious reason, all the withdrawals from the account matched the listed outgoings, but he knew something was wrong, without knowing what. Chiding himself that he must have made a simple error in his auditing he switched off his laptop and went down for breakfast.<br><br>Charles, dad didn't like Ryan calling him chuck or charlie, and Hazel were seated at the table arguing about something between mouthfuls of food. Elizabeth also sat at the table keeping a protective eye upon the pair.&nbsp; " Good morning all " he said to the group in general as he helped himself to eggs, toast and coffee before taking a seat. "Do you guys have anything planned for today ?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 22:48:53</strong>
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				Elizabeth swallowed her bit of toast. "According to the weatherman it's to be a beautiful day today. So I was wondering," she paused, glancing at Charles and Hazel. "If the two of you might enjoy an excursion to the zoo." The children normally did, but she liked to include them in the decision process. Just in case they had something special they might choose to do. As she awaited their reply, she spread strawberry jam on the other slice of toast. She was dressed simply, a white, plain T-shirt, jeans and black sneakers. Her hair was pulled up into a neat ponytail, expecting to be on the go.
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				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 03:13:41</strong>
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				At the nanny's suggestion of the zoo, both kids stopped their argument temporarily, happiness on their faces as they chorused an affirmative. Ryan was tempted to join the trip, especially when he actually looked at Elizabeth, the jeans and T-shirt somehow emphasising her femininity even more. His thoughts were brought down to more mundane matters as he remembered the account audit. He couldn't go, the accounts, that damn test his father had set him, was proving far more difficult than he imagined, he needed to discover the flaw he'd made and correct it otherwise he'd lose his allowance. <br><br>Using the remainder of the coffee in his cup to wash down the last piece of toast, he commented to Elizabeth&nbsp; "If the zoo is as good as it used to be, I'll not see any of you three till supper time." moving to refill his cup " Keep the Limo with you, I'll not be going out today so I wont be needing it." a smile passed across his face as happy memories surfaced " Walter always did enjoy the zoo."<br><br>Carrying his cup and taking the coffee pot with him, he headed out of the room " Have a good time guys, see you tonight." Once back in his room he set the coffee pot and cup down beside his laptop and started work on the accounts again.<br><br>Two hours later he discovered the problem, aware now of what to look for, the remaining eight years of accounts took just ninety minutes to complete. Printing out the relevant items he lay on his bed to study them closely. Emotions running riot within his young mind, first dismay, then sadness and finally anger. He lay there staring blankly at the ceiling contemplating what he should do next. After a while the anger gave way to emptiness, with that emptiness the realisation that there was only one thing he could do, call the police.<br><br>He had dialled a couple of numbers before another thought struck him. Where that thought originated he had no clue but it did excite him. Replacing the phone on it's cradle he returned to his prone position upon the bed, his mind now working overtime as he discarded one idea after another. It was a little after two fifteen in the afternoon when he left the mansion in the SUV kept for this situation. He returned just after four carrying two paper bags, which he took with him directly to his room.<br><br>The zoo party arrived home with enough time to clean up before sitting at the table for supper. "Did you have a good day" Ryan asked the kids and was rewarded with overwhelming descriptions of what they had seen and done. He was not really listening, all his attention was on Elizabeth. When the children ran out of things to say it was a struggle for Ryan to keep his voice level as he asked the woman "Elizabeth, I'm having a little trouble with the account audit, after the kids are in bed do you think you could give me a hand ?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 14:16:30</strong>
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				Elizabeth sneaked him an innocent glance, noticing the change in him. "Of course, Ryan. Let me get Charles and Hazel in to bed and then I'll meet you in the study. It took only an hour or so, enough time to make certain they had washed everywhere, brushed their teeth. Then they were tucked in and told a favorite story.<br><br>As she headed for the office, Elizabeth fretted over what Ryan might have found. She was confident that she had hidden her own trail well, so she couldn't imagine what was causing trouble. <em>Time to find out</em> Elizabeth thought as she entered the office.
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				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 19:02:15</strong>
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				Waiting in the study for Elizabeth to get the kids off to bed was the hardest thing Ryan had ever done in his short life. Over and over he reviewed what he planned to do. His laptop was setup on the coffee table, two of the high backed leather armchairs he had moved into close enough proximity to the table so as to allow easy viewing of the computer screen. There were only two other things in that room different to normal, one was a drinks trolley which sat against a wall loaded with a wide range of beverages. The other was the two paper bags that Ryan had returned with earlier that day, these were hidden away in a small cupboard.<br><br>He hoped she would accept a drink, it didn't matter which drink, or if she served herself or not. All the glasses on that cart were treated with a very fast acting sedative, the only untreated glass in the room was the one containing Ryan's orange juice, and that, he was nursing in his hand. If she refused a drink he'd have to fall to his backup plan, at the thought he reached into his pocket for the umpteenth time to check the auto-injector was there. <br><br>She startled him slightly when she entered room, he was deep in thought standing near to the trolley refilling his glass. "Please close the door and take a seat Elizabeth." he said, then indicating the laptop he continued " As you can see I've everything set up ready." Replacing the orange juice bottle into it's holder he asked " Would you care for anything before we start ? "<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 20:31:40</strong>
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				Elizabeth still wasn't at all certain how she could help him with the accounts, but she settled in one of the chairs. "I'd like a soda, please, Ryan," she replied. While she waited, Elizabeth clasped her hands in her lap, still nervous. Surely she had hidden her tracks well enough that he couldn't have found a discrepancy. At least, not one leading back to her. Her gaze traveled to the computer screen, but she never had understood spreadsheets. "So, I'm going to get to see you in action it seems. I'm very proud of you, you know."
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				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 21:43:54</strong>
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				Fortunately the compliment was paid whilst he was pouring her drink so his back was to the woman, otherwise she would have noticed the brief flash of guilt cross his countenance. Turning to face her, his features now showing a smile he handed her the requested drink " Nothing much to be proud of really. I only got an average grade at university." Holding his glass up in the traditional toast method " But I thank you for the kind words milady " He took a sip of his juice and although looking at her as he did so, was unsure if she actually drank anything or just put the glass to her lips in response.<br><br>Placing his own drink beside the laptop, Ryan made himself comfortable in the other chair. He had to play it by ear now, the sedative was supposed to be quick acting, less than a minute he'd been told. If she didn't begin to show any effects within a couple of minutes he'd have to use the injector. Leaning forward so he could reach the laptop keyboard he brought up the spreadsheet of the first years accounts " These are the accounts from ten years ago. As you can see, they balance out in a nice even distribution throughout the year, no unusual peaks or troughs " <br><br>Moving the machine slightly to allow the woman a better view of the screen, he was intently watching her face for any signs of the drug beginning to work.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 21:51:45</strong>
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				Elizabeth took a long draught of her soda, barely swallowing it before a loud yawn escaped her. "Oh, so sorry. I can't imagine what's come over me. It must be the thought of mathematics." As she spoke, her words began to slur, but her mind was too sluggish to even catch it. "I was wide awake when I came..." and with that her words slipped away as her head fell forward.
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				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 23:38:12</strong>
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				Ryan sat stunned for a few seconds, he had actually done it. His heart began pounding in his chest as he reached over to check her pulse. Strong and steady, relief flooded through him, for a moment he wondered if he'd killed her the way the drug kicked in. Standing he went to the door, opening it slightly to make sure none of the other staff were about. Convinced he would not be disturbed he closed then locked the door.<br><br>Moving swiftly over to the cupboard he retrieved his paper bags, moving the laptop to the floor and emptying the contents out onto the table. Ryan scanned the result, a pile of soft cotton rope cut into varying lengths, a silk stocking with a knot tied near the centre, a six inch foam ball pushed inside the stocking up to the first knot, then held in place by a second knot, A few plastic cable ties of varying sizes and lastly a pair of blunt nosed scissors.<br><br>A glance at his watch informed him he had another forty minutes before the drug began to wear off. Moving the chair he had occupied out of the way, he gently lifted the unconscious woman and lay her on the floor. Turning her onto her stomach and folding her arms behind her back. Selecting a length of rope he tied her wrists using the middle of the length. Each wrist was tied snug enough to prevent escape but not tight enough to hinder circulation. He had used a rope length that allowed the two free ends to pass around her waist, one end going in each direction, be tied yet again to her bound wrists then around to her front a second time, where, turning her onto her back, he knotted them together.<br><br>Flipping her onto her front again he checked his work, her wrists were bound tightly and locked into the small of her back, there was no free movement in the rope to allow untying until the knot near her naval, which she could not reach, was loosened. Satisfied with the effect he checked the colour and temperature of her hands. No sign of circulation problems. Her ankles were the next thing he bound using a short length of rope, he didn't want them locked together so they were individually tied with a short span of cord between. Finally he bound her knees tightly together.<br><br>Lifting her back into the seat she had occupied previously, Ryan carefully selected another rope. Threading it across her shoulder blades between arms and body then up over her shoulders before twisting the cord together behind her head, pulling the free ends around the chair then tying them off. The result was that she was now locked to the back of the seat. He next picked up the foam ball and stocking, compressing the ball as much as possible he gently fed the makeshift gag into her mouth, double looping the stocking around her head and under her ponytail. The last thing was to connect a rope to the span between her ankles, threading this rope under the chair to be fixed to the rear legs. Now she could move her feet from side to side slightly but could not move them forward, He didn't want to get kicked.<br><br>A quick check to ensure none of the bindings were causing physical damage, he moved his chair to the opposite side of the coffee table, set the laptop up facing himself then settled into the seat to wait in a high state of excitement, for her to come round.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 23:49:30</strong>
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				After some time, a soft "mmmph" escaped Elizabeth. She wondered why her mouth felt like it was filled with cotton. As her mind roused further, despite a pain in it, she realized she couldn't move. By the ripples of her muscles, one could tell she was attempting to move but she couldn't. <em>Rope? Is that rope? Why is there rope wrapped around me? And why is there something stuffed in my mouth? Was there a robbery? Ryan! The children!</em> Her eyes snapped open. But no, the computer was there and so was Ryan, and he wasn't bound at all. "Mmmphh?!"
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				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 01:20:53</strong>
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				He was aware that she was waking up before she uttered a sound, her head moved, then the first small moan of returning consciousness followed by a brief period of struggling. Ryan remained silent during this time, he was enjoying watching the way her breasts moved. Mentally reminding himself to concentrate otherwise everything would fall to pieces he returned his gaze to her face. It was none too soon, her eyes snapped open, frantically looking around until settling on Ryan she again tried to speak.<br><br>" Save your energy " he told her with a smile, his voice a lot calmer than he felt "of course your wondering what the hell is going on. It's simple really, I know you've been stealing from the estate funds." Leaning forward, he turned the laptop to face her, pressing a couple of keys as he did so. Unknown to Elizabeth, one of those key presses activated the computers built in web cam and recorder, the other displayed a summary of the estates accounts. Pointing to the machine he shrugged, " the proof is right there in front of you." he then fell silent, would she try to deny it believing her present situation, rather than being turned over to the police, meant he did not have the proof he claimed.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 02:25:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth stared at the laptop screen, the spreadsheet of course making no sense to her. But if he had proof, why hadn't he called the police? Why had he tied her to the chair this way? She glanced at Ryan and whimpered, shaking her head. Using her tongue, she tried to push the ball out but it was tied in too securely. "Uhhh.....uhhh..." She shook her head again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 00:26:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Keeping his expression as impassive as he possibly could, Ryan held eye contact with the bound woman. " You've put me in a very difficult situation Elizabeth. Your a thief but in your favour your also a very good nanny, I like you, both the kids love you. I can't imagine what effect you being arrested and dragged out of here would have on Charles and Hazel. That's the reason your not in custody now." A small shake of the head "Thats as it may be but we're still left with the problem of what to do about you and the missing money ?" <br><br>Relaxing back into the seat Ryan appeared to be considering "I've thought about this a lot, it boils down to three options. Option one, I could just turn you over to the police and to hell with the emotional repercussions for the kids. The second option is that I let things carry on as they are, but stopping your thieving of course, and say the audit is all in order. " Shaking his head " That I cannot do because if dad or anyone else does another audit and finds your thefts it makes me look incompetent at best, an accomplice at worst."<br><br>Walking around the table and crouching beside the woman so his face was level with hers "the last option is to pretend I've not done the audit. Dad of course will not pay me my allowance until it's completed." Pausing a while to allow her to digest what he'd said before continuing " So it comes down to a choice, a choice you have to make. Choice one, I turn you over to the police, or choice two, you pay me to keep quiet "<br><br>Reaching out to the laptop he displayed another screen, this one listed all the thefts by transaction date and the amount stolen. At the bottom it displayed the total amount of money missing, looking at the screen Ryan read out "92,682 not a bad haul." Returning to his seat at the other side of the table he said "OK it's decision time. Nod your head if you agree. Are you prepared to pay me to keep quiet ?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 02:42:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth stared at the computer screen and then Ryan. Her breathing was labored. She couldn't go to jail, she couldn't hurt the children.&nbsp; The money was all safely tucked away in three savings accounts, it would be simple enough to pay him back. Plus the interest. Her eyes wide, she realized the decision was easy. She nodded in agreement.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 03:24:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As soon as Elizabeth nodded her agreement, Ryan couldn't suppress the smile of victory he felt. Climbing to his feet he walked around the table to stand beside her. Switching off and closing the computer he placed it on the floor before moving the table away slightly. Turning back to the woman, he knelt in front of her, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the bottom of her t-shirt, pulling it free from the ropes around her waist.<br><br>Without looking at her face and despite her struggles, he slowly pulled the shirt up and over her head, leaving it to rest in the nape of her neck. His attention was not on the final resting place of the shirt, but on the bra enclosing her breasts. Twisting at the waist he reached behind him picking up the scissors from the table. Snipping the material between those breasts and then the shoulder straps, he pulled the bra away carelessly throwing the now useless garment over his shoulder. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 03:31:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Umff!" Elizabeth exclaimed around the gag, her eyes still wide. What was he doing? She jerked against the rope binding her to the chair. "Mmmmphhh!!! Mrrrrrpppphhhh!!!!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 23:57:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan stared at her exposed chest, at her nipples in particular. gently he let his fingers trace the slight indentations in her skin left by the seams of her bra. his manhood had become hard whilst he was tying her, now it was painfully rigid. He was slowly circling her left nipple with his fingers when her muffled protests finally made their way through to him.<br><br>Looking up into her eyes without stopping the motion of his hand he said "You agreed to pay me to keep quiet, I didn't specify what payment I wanted. Consider what happens tonight as the first instalment." With that he dropped his face to her right nipple and began sucking whilst squeezing the other one between finger and thumb.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 03:54:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth nearly choked. This wasn't right, it felt almost...it just felt wrong. She had practically raised Ryan from a toddler. "Mmmmmppphhh!!!" She tried to squirm but he had her bound too tightly to the chair to allow any kind of movement. Her heart pounded. "Mmmmphhh!!!!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 00:33:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was too excited now to stop. The muffled sounds and restricted squirming she was making only made the young man more determined. Releasing her breasts he leaned back to look her in the eye, his voice husky with lust "Elizabeth you stole a large amount of money from my family. I gave you the choice of prison or payment. You agreed to payment and I'm keeping you to that." glancing down at her erect nipples " Relax you might even enjoy it "<br><br>Ryan had hoped that Elizabeth would have started to accept the situation by now, if she continued to struggle so hard the next phase would be more difficult to achieve. Selecting two lengths of rope from the table he tied them to the rope around her waist. Tying one to each side of her body then passing the loose ends under the chairs front legs, he left them lying there. <br><br>Walking around to the back of the seat he loosened the rope that held her to the chair's back. Not by much, just enough to allow him to do what he had planned. Returning to face the woman again, he knelt down to the right of her legs admiring her mammaries all the while. Sliding his left arm and shoulder between her knees and the chair he braced himself.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 02:20:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth's brow furrowed as she tried to figure out what he was going to do with the new rope. "Mmmphh. Mmmph mmmmph mmmph," Elizabeth tried to say, shaking her head as she tried to dislodge the ball in her mouth. He had purposely left out, of course, that he was going to exact payment in a non-financial way.<br><br>Her eyes darkened slightly as she watched him. She took a deep breath. What if the children needed her? What if Hazel had a nightmare? She lay her back against the chair, unable to fight any longer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 03:19:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pressing against the chair with his arms, his shoulder against the back of her knees caused Elizabeth to slide part way off the chair. The rope around her shoulders forcing her body to lay flat against the chairs seat. Ryan quickly tied off one waist rope to a front chair leg and then the other, thus making sure she could not lift or slide anywhere. Selecting the longest rope he had, he lay it around the chair, threading it through the existing rope on the chairs back so as to keep it at seat level.<br><br>Removing the bindings at her knees he then unfastened her jeans pulling them together with her panties down to her bound ankles in one motion. Picking up one end of the chair encircling rope, he tied it to the corresponding knee. Swiftly retrieving the other end he slowly put pressure on the tied knee, forcing it outwards and backwards against the chair while pulling on the free end of the rope to take up slack and keep it taut. Passing the rope under the remaining knee without allowing it to slacken, he then repeated the action of forcing that knee out and back to the chair before tying it off. <br><br>The woman was now locked in a position where her body was fixed prone to the chairs seat. Her backside just clearing the front edge of the squab, her ankles, still locked tight against the centre of the chair base, but which were now also wrapped in her jeans and panties. Her knees were so widely spread and locked in position that the lips of her sex had pulled open making her fully exposed and available. The ache in Ryan's groin was fast approaching the point where he had to have relief.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 20:18:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hadn't thought it was possible for the ropes to get tighter, but they did as Ryan fastened her in place. She grunted and whimpered around the gag as she was exposed...more exposed than she had thought possible. She shook her head, straining without success against the ropes. She hoped he got it all out of his system tonight, for she wouldn't give them the chance to get her in this position again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 22:55:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Whilst not a virgin, Ryan could in no way be described as experienced. He knelt between her wide spread legs fumbling at her sex with one hand as he tried to get her to lubricate, with his other hand he reached into a pocket for the pack of condoms. His work on her folds was rewarded when he felt a slight wetness touch his fingers, then soon afterwards, the unmistakable odour of female response. If that response was due to arousal or simply a physical reaction to his ministrations, he neither knew or cared.<br><br>By the time he had dropped his pants, opened and fitted a condom using just his free hand, he was easily able to slide two fingers into her. Holding his painfully rigid shaft in position, at the same time using fingers and thumb to spread her entrance as wide as possible, he lunged into her with no finesse. He was so pent up that it only took a few strokes before his seed was gushing leaving him shaken and spent. <br><br>Pulling out, he crawled to the other chair and collapsed into it to gaze happily at Elizabeth, or more precisely, to gaze at her now glistening pussy. Her bindings made sure that she remained on display and available for as long as the he wanted. As with most young men it did not take long for his libido to return as strong as ever. Retrieving his cell phone from his pants pocket he began taking photos of his prize from all angles. He was taking a photo of her face and breasts when he noticed her strained expression, he had not considered the physical strain her body must be suffering bound in that position.<br><br>Dropping the phone he reached for her face, gently moving some stray hair from her eyes " If you agree not to do anything stupid like trying to get away, I'll alter your position slightly to relieve the pressure, I'll also loosen the bindings a little. And if your a really good girl I might even remove your gag later on. Are you going to be a good girl ?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 02:09:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth nodded as best she could. But she seemed to be watching Ryan with interest, not as a Nanny would watch a charge though. He had definitely grown up in the four years he had been gone. If she were several years younger....but it was silly to wish something like that. "Mmmmpppph...." she uttered in response. She was a little mortified that he was taking pictures of her sex with his cell phone, but she also knew that young adults did that sort of thing nowadays.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 19:23:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A strange calm had settled within him now that the immediate lust had been satisfied. Ryan had visited a few bondage websites whilst at university. He had found them slightly erotic but not enough to make him overly interested in the lifestyle. The past thirty minutes however had changed that viewpoint. He found himself mentally devising new ways that he'd like to try binding Elizabeth. Later he promised himself, there was no rush, he could try all the methods now racing through his mind over a period of time. <br><br>Releasing the knee bindings allowed her to close her legs, he placed a hand between those legs at her thighs to indicate she should open them again with a curt " None of that". The waist ropes were the next to be released, followed closely by the ankle rope. Once her ankles were free he was able to remove her jeans and panties completely. Moving to the back of the chair he crouched to untie the rope holding her in the prone position, the only binding she now had was her wrists and gag of course.<br><br>It was with just a trifle of trepidation that he stood to look once more at his captive, would she still be holding the position he'd ordered now that she was free to move from the chair ?<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 17:17:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth relaxed as the ropes fell away. She longed to shift her legs to a more comfortable position, but he had ordered her not to. She couldn't find the leverage to push herself into a sitting position, so she lay on the chair in the same position he had placed her in. "Mmmmph?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 18:15:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pleased that she still lay displaying herself Ryan slowly walked back to stand before her, reaching down to gently stroke her vulva. His fingers, though only using the lightest of pressure, sinking into her as they traversed her opening. Withdrawing his hand he gripped the woman under her arms, lifting Elizabeth to her feet " Move around a little, but not far " he ordered " Get some feeling back into your legs " <br><br>He had to support her for a few seconds till she regained full feeling in those limbs. While she was doing this he moved to the table, selecting a number of cable ties, then sat in his own chair to watch the display of breasts in motion.&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 20:28:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth thought it was the oddest sensation ever, walking around with her arms tied behind her and a gag filling her mouth. Even odder was that she liked this. It was a refreshing situation, not being in charge. Not having any responsibility. Not that she didn't love caring for the children. She snuck a glance at him, not quite certain what he was laying out on the table. "Mmmph?" she questioned.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 22:04:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The sound from Elizabeth made him glance up at her face, the quizzical expression was easy to read even with the gag. Smiling he held out a hand to her "Come here Elizabeth " Holding her hips as she approached he pulled her close into his chair facing him, his legs between hers. Selecting one of the largest and one of the smallest cable ties, he formed the largest into a loop, but did not tighten it. The small tie he locked into a loop through the larger. <br><br>Holding up the formed ties of two interlocked loops of plastic he asked " Bet you can't guess what this is for, let me give you a clue. Bend over." The only way for her to bend in her present position was over him, gravity making her breasts swing fully away from her body.&nbsp; He really wanted to do this, but he was a little afraid of causing Elizabeth real harm, something he would never intentionally do. The battle within lasted barely any time at all before finally he decided upon letting his victim decide. Massaging those lovely mammaries hanging before his face he held up the formed ties asking " Shall I fit them ?" <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 22:46:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth eyed the ties, then Ryan. She tried to suck in a breath. She wouldn't be honest if she didn't admit to being curious. She nodded, finding that she liked being tied up. It was an odd revelation but true. She made a small mmphing sound but stood still as she waited.<br><br>ooc. sorry for the delay. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 00:55:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her assent caused his excitement to build rapidly, Ryan's hands betraying this sudden increase with a slight tremor. Allowing the looped plastic to fall and hang loosely from his wrist he gently began massaging her left breast with both hands. Gripping around the base then pulling downward slowly but firmly, the action making the tit flesh bulge slightly at it's lowest point whilst the base thinned out.<br><br>Once satisfied, he worked the cable tie up over the soft flesh to sit firmly against the woman's chest. Moving the smaller loop around so it hung near to her arm he tightened the larger loop gradually, keeping a finger between her mammary and the ratchet of the tie, he didn't want to pinch and trap her skin. Soon enough the loop of plastic was tight enough to make that breast balloon slightly. He had not closed it enough to impede circulation,,,, yet.<br><br>Selecting another two cable ties he repeated the performance with the other breast. " You can stand up now Elizabeth, walk around a little, see what you think to your new bra, then go sit in that chair making sure your pussy is on the edge of the seat and put a leg over each arm." Ryan's eyes were locked on her, he'd seen photos of tit tied women and wondered what tied breasts moved like when the woman walked. <br><br><br>ooc. no problem<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 02:16:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth walked around the room for a few moments, uncertain if she liked her breasts bound or not. They seemed to bounce oddly, at least to her, but yet there was something intriguing about it. Once she had walked around for a few seconds, she perched on the edge of the chair and sat in the position he requested, which wasn't an easy position to enter.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 02:39:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan was fascinated by the way her breasts gave only small bounces with each step, but not it seemed, at the base. He watched her take up the position he'd requested, noting the slight difficulty, due to the bindings, keeping her balance in the sitting position. Moving over to her he smiled " Your a very beautiful woman Elizabeth " a hand lightly brushing against her open pussy lips " I've had my fun, lets see if we can give you some too." Moving his other hand behind her neck to offer support as he commanded "Lay back and get comfortable."<br><br>Once she found a comfortable position and lay still he selected two ropes, one he tied to an ankle, the other to the knee of the same leg. Trailing the ropes behind the chair he tied the other ends to the corresponding knee and ankle of the other leg. She was now, once again, fixed with her legs and sex wide open but this time in a more comfortable position. Kneeling between those open legs Ryan gently pulled her lips wide and blew on her clit before running his tongue over the nub. With a smile he asked "Are you ready to start beautiful ?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 03:20:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth nodded, shivering wildly. It was a more comfortable position but decidedly different as well. But she was consumed with need to be taken by Ryan. "Mmmmmffff...." she whimpered, her gaze fixed on him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 21:19:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Using both hands to spread the enfolding lips and hood, making the clit stand proud he engulfed the head with his mouth, sucking to draw it inside, before gripping it lightly with his teeth. Now he could attack the trapped and exposed bud with his tongue, mercilessly tickling and caressing it. Moving his head just a little without letting his teeth lose their grip he inserted a finger deep within her.<br><br>Ryan had heard about the so called female "G" spot, but the girlfriends he'd had would always stop him whenever he'd tried to find theirs, Elizabeth did not have that option. Whilst maintaining his oral attack on her bud he was using his finger to explore the walls of her dripping sex, reaching as deep as he could before slowly sliding his finger down the wall to her lips, then re-inserting in a slightly different position. If the so called magic spot did exist he was going to find it. He did wonder briefly how he would know if he did find it, then forgot that thought as he was enjoying himself far too much to be worried about such a minor detail. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 00:07:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth's limbs jerked against the rope binding her to the chair, her heart pounding loudly. Her head tilted back and her eyes closed. She moaned around the gag as Ryan toyed with her. Her breasts rose and fell in time with her rapidly beating heart.&nbsp; And then she cried out when he found the spot that was guaranteed to drive her wild, the sound muffled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 02:51:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He was so lost in the pure ecstasy of what he was doing, the softness of her skin, the taste and smell of her feminine juices he almost jumped back in panic when she cried out. His heart beat faster thinking he'd caused her harm, then dawning crept upon him, he'd found it, the magic g-spot they all talk about.<br><br>Ryan half reached up to remove the gag but then his hand stalled, if that first cry was any indication of the noise she was going to make he'd better leave it. The young man had never seen or brought a woman to true climax, the thought that it may now be possible boosted his libido. Tightening up the cable ties holding her breasts so they restricted circulation, he could see the mammeries begin to discolour at once.<br><br>Moving swiftly now, two fingers entered her, heading directly to the sensitive area, rubbing, pressing, fingernails gliding over the slick surface inside her love channel, doing their best to make her orgasm. To assist in this endeavour, his lips locked onto a nipple sucking hard while his free hand played with the other breast. If he didn't make her cum now he never would be able to.<br><br>&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 04:06:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her breathing grew ragged, her body spasming. Elizabeth spiraled toward what she would realize, if she were capable of conscious thought at the moment, the most mind-blowing orgasm she'd ever experienced. Her sex clenched his fingers, her body writhing around him as she seemed to shatter into a million pieces, another muffled cry of pleasure escaping her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 18:45:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ryan almost had his own orgasm when Elizabeth climaxed. Even though he'd never witnessed the thing in real life it was unmistakable. He understood the muffled sounds she was making were sometimes faked by some women, but the way her pussy walls spasmed and squeezed his intruding fingers, the large amount of fluid she was producing removed all doubt from his mind.<br><br>When he was sure it was all over the first thing the young man did was pick up the scissors, not an easy task given the coating of lubricant on his fingers. Pulling on the small tie on one breast gave him enough room to slide the scissors under the main binding tie and cut it. Doing the same with the other breast he massaged them to get the circulation flowing again. Once normal colour returned to the flesh Ryan released her legs then removed the gag, helping Elizabeth to sit up in the chair he smiled at her then kissed her tenderly.<br><br>Her arms he left bound, he was going to keep her restrained all night in his bed and available. "How do you feel?" he asked retaking his seat across from her enjoying the view.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 07:06:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth gingerly moved her jaw which ached from being held open by the ball. Still, it wasn't an overall bad feeling. She was feeling boneless from the powerful orgasm, her breathing still erratic. "That was...I...that is..." Elizabeth blushed delicately, glancing shyly from him. "Exhausted, exhilirated, sated and sort of like I am flying," she finally managed to say.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 18:04:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her words ignited a warm glow of both pride and excitement in Ryan, he'd given a woman an orgasm, not a young inexperienced nineteen year old, but a real woman. His gaze travelled her body as she sat there eyes averted, his imagination running wild with the things he wanted to do, but those things would be done over time. With a sudden realisation he stood, moved over to the bar and returned with a glass of orange juice.<br><br>Kneeling before her he held up the glass to her lips "I'm sorry Elizabeth, I got carried away, you must be thirsty." So close to the unprotected female flesh he couldn't help himself, holding the glass with one hand the other played with one of her nipples.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>05-12-2010, 21:16:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth blinked in surprise when he held the glass up to her lips. <em>He's not going to untie my arms. What else does he have planned?</em> Her heart beat a little faster at the notion that he wasn't done. Awkwardly, she drank from the offered glass. She still had gentle little trembles from the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced along with the idea that she actually liked having her hands tied behind her. She wondered where that had come from.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>06-12-2010, 21:05:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was difficult for Ryan not to spill the drink as he held it for Elizabeth. Playing with her nipples at the same time was very distracting, he finally ceased that action when he nearly spilled the orange, concentrating instead on giving her a drink. When she'd had enough the young man placed the drink down on the table before collecting up all the evidence of what had taken place and tidying the room. <br><br>Crouching before the bound woman he kissed her then said " It's getting late so lets get to bed." His hands went under her arms urging her to stand, a sudden thought struck him "Do you need the bathroom before bed?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 19:53:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth had been as dry as a sponge before he had allowed her to drink the orange juice and she hadn't eaten in hours. "No, I am good, thank you, Ryan," she replied, a hint of her true submissive nature sneaking out. She realized he apparently wasn't going to untie her arms. She stood and made to follow, realizing having no use of her arms had her ever so slightly off balance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 21:19:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was a relief to Ryan that Elizabeth didn't need the bathroom, if she had it would have been a problem. Although he had no qualms about leaving her to do what was needed then cleaning her up he didn't want to. It would be very humiliating for her and that was the very last thing he wanted the woman to feel. He could of course have freed her arms while she attended to business, but then would she have allowed him to re-tie her, he doubted it.<br><br>Ryan held one of her elbows as he led her out of the room, through the hall, then upstairs to his bedroom. Releasing his hold the young man pulled back the covers on the bed "Please lay down and get comfortable" he told her while he sorted out two lengths of rope. "By the way, what time do you normally get up in the morning to attend to the kids?"<br><br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ariabella</strong> on <strong>07-12-2010, 21:25:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth lay down on the bed and then with some difficulty, centered herself on the left side. Her gaze never left Ryan as he pulled out more rope. "I...uhm...I normally get up at six so I can be dressed and have my breakfast before they get up at seven," she explained. She was rapidly discovering that she liked being tied.&nbsp; Elizabeth wondered what sort of person that made her, but it wasn't like she was doing anything unethical or illegal by enjoying. No, she had already done the unethical and illegal.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mathematics of Obsession [ Ariabella and Odos ]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odos</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 23:02:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Using the two pieces of rope Ryan tied Elizabeth's legs to each side of the bed, not wide or uncomfortable, her ankles were no more than a twelve inches apart. It was just to ensure she couldn't actually close her legs to him but it did permit her to sleep comfortably on her back or either side if she wanted, when he allowed her to sleep that is.<br><br>Climbing onto the bed beside Elizabeth Rayn set his alarm clock for five thirty, then turning to his captive moved between her legs. Kissing her lips as his rampant erection slid into her sex he whispered "Once you've helped me soften this up we'll try and get some sleep."<br><br>
			</dd>
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