The Harem on the Hill (Part V)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: No poll for this chapter as I will be traveling the next couple weeks.  I should have the next choice-filled chapter posted after Christmas.  Happy Holidays, everyone!  

“I’m going to get fat as fuck.”

"Yes.  Yes, you are."

You yank Tina's belt.  Agony flashes across Tina's face, but turns to relief as the knot gives way and the flaps of her robe fall open.  

Tina's abdomen domes dramatically between visible hipbones like a third-world child in need of a sponsor.  You press a finger into its firm crest, but instead of a Doughboy giggle, Tina closes her eyes and moans softly.  

"Don't worry.  This will soften up soon enough."

Your finger follows the dramatic slope of her engorged belly until it reaches her rock-hard sternum.  Rising incongruously from this flesh-free flatland, Tina's nubile B-cups point skyward, rivaling her belly in their defiance of gravity.

You diddle an erect nipple.  "So will these."

"Mmmm," Tina says.  "Fuck me."

"No."

Tina's eyes flit open.  That wasn't the response she was expecting.  

"You have work to do."

You stand and move to the headboard.  As you fish in your pocket, Tina relaxes, expecting you to release her.  Instead, you pull out a thin metal bracelet and clasp it around her right wrist just below the angry marks from the handcuffs. 

Tina struggles to view the device from her awkward position.  "What is that?" she says, a hint of panic in her voice.  The vulnerability of her predicament finally seems to be dawning on her.  

"That tells me everything I need to know about you," you say, returning to your chair.  You remove your phone from your back pocket and bring the screen to life.  "It tells me where you are.  It shows me what you're doing."    

Suddenly, your phone emits a shrill beep.  

"And it warns me when your heart rate and blood pressure spike."  You turn the screen towards Tina.  "Like they are now." 

Tina's wide eyes follow her pulmonary currents as they bounce across the screen like a ball.  

"It's like a Fitbit,” you say, returning the phone to your pocket.  “No, make that a Fatbit.  Either way, it’s going to help you to reach your ideal shape.”  You lean forward and whisper in Tina’s ear-- 

“Round.”

Tina swallows hard.  "Is this what you did to Veronica Tate?"

There's a long pause as you consider Tina's question.  Then you smile.  "I'm going to release you now."  You slip a key from your pocket and insert it in the lock of her cuffs.  "I won’t hurt you as long as you don’t try to hurt me.  Understand?”

Tina nods.  You turn the key and the tension in the bindings relaxes, fading the red from her hands and wrists.  She pulls them back through the headboard and rubs them vigorously.

“Tomorrow, we’ll discuss our future together,” you say, grabbing the chair and heading for the door.  “Goodnight.” 

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You stand on your bedroom balcony wishing you still smoked.  The rain has stopped, but the air is thick and fragrant.  You take a deep breath.

Veronica Tate.  That’s a name you haven’t heard in years. 

You lean against the railing and stare out over your property.  The lights of the city silhouette the tree line and illuminate the low clouds, giving it an ethereal, Moorish glow.    

As you try to wrap your head around the night’s events, you’re interrupted by another alert from your phone.  You check the screen—Tina’s vitals are spiking again.

You step inside and head towards your office.  You anticipated this.  Tina’s figured out she’s a kept woman.  You imagine she’s trying to break down the door or smash through one of the two-way mirrors with a chair. 

However, as you click on the monitor you find Tina doing something you didn’t expect—

Masturbating.

Tina lies in the same position you left her, but now has both hands between her legs.  As her body twitches rhythmically, empty Twinkie wrappers cascade off the side of the bed like a cellophane waterfall.  Watching transfixed, your hand unconsciously finds your own crotch, and you're soon rubbing up and down in matching cadence.    

You both finish at the same time.