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Subject: {ASSM} Sonrisa (Revised) {celia batau} (MF light bondage rom)
Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 10:10:04 -0500
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hi everyone!

this revision is just to fix somethings. :)

note: copyright 2001 celia batau. you may copy this story for personal use
so long as the author's name and this note are retained. permission to copy,
distribute, or display this work is not given to any website which charges
access to it. permission to copy, distribute, or display this work is given
to "no charge" websites with written consent of author.

this story was edited by Sam I am. yay Sam!

if you like this story or have any suggestions, please email us at
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Sonrisa [MF light bondage rom]
by celia batau, (C)2001

Sonrisa

"Come on, floja!" Javier laughed and hopped off the hood of the truck.
Carefully, he stepped barefooted from the dirt road and toward the cliff
face, picking his way through the sharp rocks and cactus needles for several
meters before stopping, throwing his arms out, face up in the sunlight.

Gamela smiled from the shade of the open door of the truck and watched him.
He was a little stick in the light. A little brown stick. Not that he didn't
look good, she thought. He did. Especially in those baggy cutoffs. But whom
was she kidding? She was wearing less than that, meaning nothing. Well
except for the chain around her ankles and the one chaining her wrists to
her neck. Gamela looked down at her bare feet resting on the running board,
then back up at Javier picking his way farther along. Taking a deep breath,
she slipped herself carefully out of her seat and onto the ground. Then
sliding the door shut with her bottom, she hobbled along behind him.

The earth spun out around her like dust, cactus and glitter in the sun. If
she ignored the truck behind her, she could almost forget "when" she was,
and just let her senses soak into the timeless landscape.

The sky was an even turquoise blue. And the air wasn't too bright if she
kept her eyes on where she was stepping. But every once in a while she would
glance up at the long scar of cliff before them, where the Anasazi used to
live those hundreds of years ago, empty now, it's mud walls and dwellings
crumbling at the bottom, but its face still bright in the mid-morning sun.

And except for those, Gamela couldn't see any sign of civilization anywhere.
No power lines. No trash. No nothing. It made her feel a little better
walking naked and chained out in the open, but she still couldn't keep
herself from looking back at the road every few minutes.

About halfway to the cliff face, Gamela stopped.

"I'm gonna burn out here," she called.

Javier ignored her.

"Hey, I'm going to get stupid tanlines, pendejo!"

That stopped him. He turned around to see Gamela grinning at him. He studied
her silently until he could see her fidgeting under his gaze. "You want an
even worse tanline, perra?"

She thought about it. "Chango," she growled.

"Alma de mi corazon."

"Loser."

"Querida."

"Bum."

"Puppy."

They stared at each other, then started laughing.

"Ok. Ok," Javier said waving his hands in the air as he stepped back to her.
But instead of releasing her, he swept her up in his arms and carried her
the rest of the way.

Gamela stared up at the cliff as Javier carried her into its shade where he
had left a ladder already positioned against one of the cliff walls. With a
quick kiss, he set Gamela back onto her feet and unlocked her wrists, throat
and ankles. Gamela stretched her arms and flapped them to undo the
stiffness.

"Hey, you could have taken these off back at the truck."

Javier gestured her to climb the steps.

"Yeah," he said, "but I like seeing you like that. Up!"

Gamela grumbled but climbed. When she reached the top, she was able to put
her hands on the lip of an entrance into one of the rooms. Two more rungs
and Gamela was able to kneel in the opening and look inside.

"Hey! Hey, wait!" she called, "there's somebody's stuff in here. We can't go
in."

"It's ok; it's mine." Javier slapped her bottom and pushed her in.

The room was small, a lot smaller than what she thought it would be, but
maybe it was just this one room. And it was cool inside, but dusty. It
looked like Javier had tried to sweep it out but without success.

Gamela crawled in. Seeing Javier's Navajo blanket folded next to his blue
backpack, she took it and unrolled it on the floor just as he reached the
top of the ladder.

"How do you like it?" he asked.

"I like it," Gamela agreed.

"Good," he said, and took a sip from the water bottle. Then he tipped the
bottle in her direction, offering it, but she shook her head.

Javier tossed Gamela's chains onto the blanket and crawled inside. Gamela
settled onto her knees in the center of the blanket and allowed Javier to
rebind her wrists to her neck and attach her hobble. He leaned back and took
another sip from the bottle. Then, almost as an afterthought, Javier reached
back to his pack and fished out another chain, locking one end to the center
link of the hobble and bringing the loose end up between Gamela's thighs to
loop around her waist.

Gamela winced as the cold metal touched her, but she settled into it.
Looking at the chains she realized she really couldn't leave now without his
help. The thought stirred warm shivers inside.

--

For the billionth time that morning and afternoon, Gamela blinked her eyes
sluggishly and waited while Javier sketched yet another portrait of her.
Silently, she let him adjust her into another of the few positions the
chains allowed. Then she went back to waiting.

"I'm bored," she announced.

"Be quiet," he replied.

"At least let me read one of your books."

Javier looked up from his pad. "You want to stay here all night, too?"

Gamela stuck out her tongue.

"That's beautiful, baby," he said and started sketching again. "Keep it up
and maybe we'll never leave."

"Shut up! I've got a test in algebra tomorrow and I'm already getting a bad
enough grade."

"So what? Who needs math when we can grow corn and, I don't know, raise
lizards or something?"

"And babies?"

He winced for a second and then laughed. "Yeah, lots of babies."

Gamela shifted her sore bottom off her heels. Tugging the ankle chains, she
found them not too tight and she carefully slid her feet outward until her
bottom rested flat on the blanket. Javier watched her motions with a slight
grin. Putting down the art pad, he leaned back on his palms to watch. Gamela
looked back up to see him smiling, and pouted.

Javier's gaze traveled down her body, focusing on her curves as she slowly
rose on her knees as far as the chain allowed. Pretending to ignore him, she
stretched, pulling her elbows to her sides to reveal her breasts, and
letting her hips roll while she yawned. Then she pouted again and waited for
Javier to meet her gaze before starting a slow shuffle towards him.

Gamela reached his crossed legs and leaned forward to kiss the little line
of hair beneath his navel as she released the zipper of his shorts with her
fingers.

Javier lifted himself a little and helped her free his semi-hard penis.
Gamela looked at it for a moment, saying nothing.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Ven," she replied, and grabbing his tool, began to shuffle back toward her
end of the blanket. Suppressing a smile he let himself be pulled along.

Gamela then let go and just let his manhood rest across the palm of her
hand. Her face was completely serious now, focused. Gently she began to curl
her fingers and caress the underside. At the same time she opened her mouth
and let her tongue reach out and flick against the tip.

Slowly, Gamela let her mouth come closer to him, letting her lips graze the
surface as she took him in. At that moment the outside world was forgotten.
Her tongue. His hardness. Her fingers. His smell. Dully, she felt fingers
reach down to her and she increased her motions, finding her rhythm over and
over again, not wanting to get him off, just wanting to extend this rare
intimacy she was giving him for as long as she could.

Soon Javier adjusted himself against her in that way that told her he was
close.

Suddenly she felt herself being pushed back, so she let go of him and let
herself be eased onto the blanket, feet sliding so the soles lay flat, knees
wide. She looked up at him, and for a moment he looked like one of those
stick figures in a cave painting, all skinny with a point. A point that he
now brought down to her as he lowered himself above her.

"Puppy," he whispered as he kissed her.

"Hombre," she whispered as she met his kiss.

Gamela moaned into Javier's mouth as his free hand slid along the chain
links down her belly, brushing the skin, trailing the line the chains pulled
into her flesh, over her mons and down between her heat and sweetness.
Gamela bit his lip and stabbed with her tongue as he stroked her. Something
bucked inside her. This room was so ancient, and Javier was too nice. She
didn't want it nice. Nice was for his lopsided bed with the curtains closed.
Nice was for dinner and a movie. Gamela wanted rough. She wanted that stick
figure. She wanted the natives of this cliff. She wanted earth goddesses and
fertility dances, warriors screaming at the skies, heated blood pumping and
pumping.

She moaned again, "Horita."

Javier complied. With a firm hand, he rolled Gamela onto her front. Gamela
instinctively pushed back into him. Gently, he took hold of her bottom and
entered her from behind. Gamela cried out and bit her hand. Taking him in
just made the heat worse, the pressure stronger. Gamela pulled against her
bonds. Her face slid from her hands and pressed her hot breath into the
blanket. She wanted to scream at that moment, to crush him between her legs,
her arms, but she couldn't. She couldn't grab hold of him anywhere but that
one place that was anything but enough. All she could do was push back
against him. Ball her hands into fists while Javier kept pumping.

"Be a man," she groaned. He had to be close. He had to.

Each new thrust now lifted her off the blanket, sliding them inches across
the floor. With each retreat she arched her back, heard his labored
breathing, felt them touch again and again. Gamela clung to him, squeezing
him each time until he pushed forward hard and was momentarily stiff. She
lifted her hips, burying him deep, as far as she could, stretching her limbs
against the chains. Then suddenly Javier pulled back and quickly started
thrusting. One more, one more she cried each time until the pressure
tightened too much: it's not too late, it's not too late, it's not too late,
it's not too late, now now now now!

Now.

--

Slowly the world came back around her piece by piece as the flood ebbed from
her and left her feeling soft and happy. Gamela rolled back over. Javier
dropped his head to her chest and she felt that first, and then his weight
and the ache in her shoulder blades and bottom. Oh, but it was a nice ache.

Gamela smiled and turned her head so she could look out through the opening
at the sky, still a beautiful blue but darker now.

She wiggled herself under his weight. "It's getting late," she whispered.

"Hmmn?"

"Ay, it's getting late. Get off me!"

Reluctantly, Javier rolled off onto his side beside her. He propped his head
on a hand.

"Hey, madwoman, I should bring you here more often," he said grinning.

"Shut up, menso!" she laughed.

Javier put his free hand on her belly and stroked it while she stared at the
ceiling.  Gamela lay quietly and wondered about all the life this room had
held. All the children. All the lovers. All the generations, so many she
couldn't count them. Everything for thousands of years, and she and Javier
were just one little part. She looked over and into his eyes. Naked, he
could be any man, any time. And she could be any woman, any time. It made
her dizzy thinking about it.

"Come on, earth goddess," Javier said getting up, "you're going to ruin my
blanket."

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