That makes me the lamb, he thought, or the cub.That makes me the lamb, he thought, or the cub. Maybe a ga- zelle, after being run down and caught. His breath came faster, and he felt his mouth go dry. "What is your name?" he managed to choke out. "Why do you need to know?" he was told. "You need only call me Lady." She took one wrist and pulled it away from his chest where he had raised it to protect himself, and he turned his head to see her fastening the dangling ends of the cord to one of the corner posts of the bed. He could not defend himself; before he knew what was hap- pening, his arm was stretched out and he could not budge it. She slapped him lightly. "Stop this ridiculous struggling." Taking his other hand, he was soon defenseless and completely vulnerable to this woman atop him. His heart contracted and he cried out in fear when she rose from the bed and returned carrying a large, vicious looking knife. She saw his face, questioning and afraid, and her own expres- sion hardened slightly. "I am not going to hurt you," he was told. Then, "Do you have another uniform?" Confused, he nodded. "Good." Fascinated and unable to stop her, he watched as she straddled him again, slid the knife under his tunic, and cut it away from his body. He fought against the bonds she had placed him in, feeling the soft cord cut into his wrist, but she had done her job well, and the knots did not give a millimeter. "If you don't stop struggling, you could get cut. You must stay completely still." He did so, and could feel the dull edge of the knife brushing against his skin as she cut away the uniform shirt to expose his chest, rising and falling quickly, and his slim stomach. "My . . . " she said, and placed the knife on the bed cushion. "I see you're this beautiful caramel color all over, Doctor," she whispered. As her eyes devoured him, she placed her hands on either side of his neck, drawing them down toward his waist firmly. He felt her touch, and writhed as her nails contacted the sensitive skin on his sides and near his waist. He could not hold back a small sound of mixed distress and pleasure at the sensa- tion that made his hair stand on end and lit up every nerve ending in his body. Her face lit up as well. "Ah!" she said in the voice of someone who has made a great discovery. |