Of Human Bondage

by Wesa

Sequel to Coffee Break

Warning: Consensual Bondage

Rating: A very strong R, possibly NC-17 for bondage scenes.

Disclaimer: They aren't mine. Unfortunately. All characters belong to Paramount which, being a bunch of idiots, wrote both of these characters out of War of the Worlds after only one season. In fact, they never even gave Sergeant Coleman a first name!

Dedication: To Claudia and Sheila, who share my passion for Ironhorse; to Birgitt, who wants more butt in our stories; and to Adalisa, who wants another man in the picture but isn't going to get one, at least not until I find someone worthy of Ironhorse. I hope this will do in the meantime.

By Wesa.

Lieutenant Colonel Paul Ironhorse was a hard taskmaster, reflected Sergeant Katrina 'Kasey' Coleman as she followed him around the grounds of the Cottage at a run, carrying a full pack and holding her rifle high. Of course, he demanded nothing of his squad that he didn't demand of himself, which made it all worth it. Not only because his demands kept the squad at full readiness and therefore kept them mostly alive, but also because running behind him was rewarding for other reasons. She smiled and let her eyes roam over the strongly muscled back in front of her, then down to the lean, strong thighs, and back up to his butt. God, what a butt! ... lean, firm, strong, rounded just enough ... Katrina smiled, remembering the night she had held that butt between her thighs and experienced the thrusting power of those firm muscles.

Somehow, though, she had never gotten a good look at his butt while it was bare, having been too occupied at the time with the flesh projecting from the front of his thighs. She contemplated the buttocks moving smoothly under the gray sweatpants in front of her and resolved to correct that oversight. After considering exactly what she wanted to do with this marvel of human flesh, Katrina decided that she had to get him away from the Cottage for at least several hours. They couldn't be too far away, and they couldn't be completely out of touch; in case of an emergency, they had to be able to return quickly. Still, she didn't want to be caught at what she had planned for her commanding officer. It wouldn't be good for his career, but it would be the death of hers.

He had told her that if she wanted a repeat encounter, just to offer him a cup of coffee. Instead, she would invite him to meet her for a cappuccino. She hoped he'd understand and accept. Where? She would have to call the local motels and reserve a room. She'd have to know when she wanted it. The Colonel was reviewing performance ratings this week; it wouldn't be fair to the others if she seduced him before that process was completed. Worse, Ironhorse might think she was after a promotion rather than his gorgeous body, and deny her both, even if she would otherwise have gotten them. She had to know who hadn't yet seen the Colonel for their reviews. Satisfied with the progress of her plans, Katrina relaxed into her run, happy to watch the flexing of alternate muscles in front of her.

*****

"Well, Stavrakos, did you get it?" Katrina asked when he returned from his review.

Stavrakos sat down on the bench, looking stunned, to watch Derriman and Torrence trade falls. "Yeah," he said in amazement. "He said I had improved more than anyone else in both attitude and ability, and that since he could only award one promotion this time, he was going to give it to me. I get to sew the stripe on next week."

"Congratulations," Katrina told him. "You deserve it. If I couldn't have it, I'd have wanted you to."

"I'm surprised you didn't get it, Kasey," Torrence said. "You're always kissing ass."

"Excuse me?" Katrina asked, startled. How could he know of her plans? No, wait; that wasn't what he'd meant ...

"Watch it, Private," Derriman warned just before kicking his feet out from under him. "Kasey is ranking NCO here," he added, standing over his victim.

"What is he talking about?" Katrina asked worriedly. She didn't want people talking as if she was getting special treatment; it would make people wonder why.

"Aw, don't pay him any attention, Kasey," Stavrakos told her. "I, for one, am grateful that the Colonel asks you to help him with his paperwork. That means I don't have to do it."

"Yeah," Derriman agreed. "How come you don't object to him giving you all of that extra work, anyway? Isn't it sort of sexist?"

Katrina chuckled softly. "There's no question that our beloved Colonel is a male chauvinist, guys, even though he tries to disguise it. But are any of you at all aware that English isn't his first language?"

"It isn't?"

"He's a Cherokee Indian. Their language hasn't been completely superceded by English yet, and since there's a resurgence of interest in it by the Indians themselves, it isn't likely to be," she explained.

"How do you know that?" Torrence asked. "And what does that have to do with you doing all his filing for him?"

"It's always a good idea to know as much about your CO's background as you can find in the public record," Katrina told him. "Not his personal history; that's private. But his culture is open to study." She grinned. "And did you think Cherokee used our alphabet? Let's see you file in Hebrew or Russian. Besides," she added as she rose, "I kind of enjoy it. Later, guys." The reviews were over; it was time to issue her invitation.

*****

Ironhorse had been startled by the note he'd found under his coffee cup. Just two words - Cappuccino, sir? - and an address, in Katrina's handwriting. She had smiled at him from the filing cabinet and nodded. Later, publicly, they had made arrangements to go to town together, as if it were a matter of convenience and no more. Now he stood inside the motel room and looked around cautiously. "Have you checked it out?" he asked.

"For what, Colonel?" she asked, brushing her hair loose from its clip. "Radiation, negative. Also listening devices. I'm as paranoid as the next Omegan."

He smiled at her. "Good work, Sergeant," he told her. "Why cappuccino instead of coffee?"

"Oh, I just thought you might enjoy something a little different than what we did before," she explained. "I brought some lotions. Would you like to start with a massage?"

He hesitated, then said, "Why not?" and moved toward the bed, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Take off everything," she suggested. "That's part of why I wanted to come to town instead of using your office. I wanted to be sure we wouldn't be interrupted for a while, so it would be safe to get completely naked."

He raised his brows at her, but complied. "What about you?" he urged as he lay on his stomach on the bed.

Katrina was staring at the perfect butt she was confronted with. "Not yet," she murmured. "It'd be too tempting to rush into things. Are you warm enough? I'm going to start with your feet and work up, so you don't have to be uncovered just yet."

"You've done this before?" he asked, drawing the bedspread over his back and shoulders, then lying with his chin propped on his hands. "I didn't know any of my people were so talented."

Katrina chuckled softly. "Colonel - I mean, Paul, you don't know whether I'm any good at this," she pointed out, filling her hands with lotion. "It was just an idea I had last week."

"What took you so long to ask, then?" he asked lazily as she worked her thumbs over the sole of his right foot.

"Didn't want you to think I was trying to bribe you," she replied, shifting her attentions to his left foot. "Not that I thought it would work, but I wouldn't have wanted it to anyway. I want my promotions because I earn them." She began to work over his calves, not gently.

She moved up above his knees, being careful not to touch his balls when she rubbed the insides of his thighs. "If you're not used to doing this, aren't your hands getting tired?" Ironhorse asked. He sounded as if he was almost asleep.

Katrina smiled; this was going well. "A little. I can hold out for a bit," she replied. "I want to be sure to do your back and shoulders," she added, putting more lotion into the palms of her hands. Deliberately, she skipped over the half-covered butt she had such plans for, straddled his thighs, and began spreading the lotion from his waist upward. He moaned softly. "Am I pushing too hard?" she asked solicitously, knowing the answer.

"No ... feels good ..." He could barely talk, was barely conscious.

She put most of her weight behind her rubbing, working her way up the muscles on either side of his spine to his shoulders and neck. She smoothed the lotion along his upper arms, drawing his hands out from under his chin to work the palms and fingers. He didn't move. Katrina took a deep breath and looped the padded handcuffs through the bars of the headboard, snapping them closed around his wrists.

"What the hell?" he demanded, suddenly wide awake. He pulled at the cuffs, getting angry.

"Shh," Katrina breathed into his ear as she undressed. "It's just a game, Paul. I won't hurt you."

"Damn right you won't!"

"Shh. It's all right. I promise you'll like this. You need a 'safe' word."

"A what?"

"To use if you really want me to stop," Katrina explained. "For if I do something that hurts, though I won't. If you want me to stop, you say ..." She considered. "You say 'Mississippi.'"

"I thought you wanted to have sex," he protested, trying to get up onto his knees.

"If you think you're going to get out of this without fucking me silly, you've got another think coming," she replied, reaching under him to stroke his flesh intimately. He gasped. "Do you remember your 'safe' word?"

"Yes," he breathed, his erection hardening in her hand.

"Do you want to use it?"

"No ..." he replied uncertainly.

"Good." She let go of his flesh. "Lie flat, now. I wasn't quite finished with your massage. No, don't turn over ..." She moved so that her pubic hair tickled his butt. "Has anyone ever told you that you have a great ass, Paul? Following you on our runs is a turn-on." She moved down and straddled his knees, reaching for the other kind of lotion. She filled her hands with more than she needed, warming it briefly before slathering it on those muscular flanks, letting it drip down into the fissure between them.

"That smells different," he said, relaxing a little, "almost like food."

"Coconut."

"I don't really want to go back smelling like I've been to a whorehouse," he warned.

"I don't think there'll be any smell left when I get through."

There was a brief hesitation before he asked, "Why not?"

"It's edible," Katrina replied, bending down to begin licking the lotion from the smooth skin. She kissed, licked, and occasionally nipped at his butt, drawing one finger down the crevice, briefly probing at his anus, then moving on when he tensed. While she nibbled at his cheeks, she spread the edible lotion further, rubbing gently at the sensitive ridge behind his balls. She paused in her snacking to pour some of the gypsy's love potion into her palm. "Spread your legs," she whispered.

He did as she requested, and was rewarded by her hand reaching under him to spread the potion over his hard cock and balls. A moment later, he gasped, feeling as if he might split his skin. "God, Katrina, what did you -- ?"

"The same thing I put into your coffee," she told him. "Stop squirming; you don't get off that easily."

He smothered a smile, getting into spirit of the game. "When do I get to tie you up?"

She chuckled. "As soon as I let you go, if you're still so inclined. Or maybe next time," she promised. She drew her finger up to his anus and slipped it in before he could protest or even tense up, finding and rubbing his prostate with the love potion.

He groaned and spasmed, thrusting back against her hand involuntarily to increase the pressure of her finger against the internal organ. A moment later, he lay panting in his own sticky ejaculate. "What - what did you do?" he asked as Katrina continued to kiss his ass.

"You didn't think that when two men are together, only one of them enjoys it, did you?" she laughed. "Oh, Paul, I'd like to be a man and leave my cum inside you there!"

He twisted, trying to look at her over his shoulder. "I'm kind of glad you're a woman, even if you do have talented fingers," he replied. He frowned. "Katrina ... I'm still hard."

She got off of him and stood back, wiping her hands. "I hoped you would be. I have plans for your other side, too, you know. I have something I'd like you to massage for me."

"I'm laying in a big wet spot."

Katrina laughed. "Why should women get all the fun?" she asked. "Turn over. I'll handcuff you to the showerhead later."

His expression when he realized that she wasn't going to release his hands was one of disbelief, slowly melting into eagerness. He was startled when she once again straddled his legs and lowered her mouth to his flesh, kneading his buttocks with her hands. He groaned again a few minutes later and spurted all over his chest as Katrina nibbled at his balls. He was still hard when she at last impaled herself upon him.

Katrina rode Ironhorse for a quarter of an hour, coming twice, before he lost patience with her leisurely pace. "On your back, woman," he told her. "We have to finish this, get cleaned up, and get back."

"Hey, who's in charge here?" she asked teasingly. She moved almost off his flesh, offering her breasts to his mouth before settling back upon him once again.

He licked at her hard nipples, groaning again, with frustration this time. "Mississippi ..." he said reluctantly.

Katrina stared at him briefly before reaching for the key and unlatching the cuffs. "Why?" she asked.

He threw her over onto her back and began to thrust hard and fast, giving her the benefit of his lean, muscular flanks and hot, hard cock. "You said ... you wanted me ... to fuck you silly," he panted. "I aim ... to please ... Oh, God! Damn! Yes!" he cried out in pleasure.

Katrina could no longer hear him, keening wildly at such a feverishly high pitch that she was almost silent. A moment later she began to struggle, trying frantically to lift her pelvis to meet his thrusts. She gripped his biceps hard, and groaned deeply as she twitched and thrashed involuntarily.

"Damn, woman," Ironhorse murmured after he'd caught his breath. "Who taught you that? - No, on second thought, that must have been native talent. Damn, you're good!"

She was still breathing hard. "We have to shower," she told him. "You'll probably stay hard until we wash off the potion. And I think I bit you."

"Yeah," he grinned. "I may have to start wearing an earring."

*****

"Paul?" Suzanne put her hand on his chest to stop him as they passed in the hallway between the living room and his office. She reached up and caught his chin, turning his head to one side. "Did you get your ear pierced?"

He grinned down at her. "Not on purpose," he quipped, dropping a kiss onto her mouth and absently patting her butt before he continued into his office and closed the door.

She stared after him in disbelief, trembling fingertips almost touching her tingling lips. "Paul? ..."