I'm in the habit of casing, so I case the house starting at ten. I see the girls moving in and out, but no one else. There's activity, something's afoot, but it's only the girls involved. As midnight approaches, lights go out in most of the house, but there's a soft yellow glow in the downstairs living room windows. Something is definitely afoot!
At midnight, I call Suzanne. "I'm ready. Are you?"
"Come in the side door, and meet Caroline in the kitchen." she says.
"Ten minutes." I say.
I park the van and walk in. Caroline is in the kitchen, in a robe. She beckons me in. She gives me a quick kiss, "Suzanne is downstairs, waiting. But the rest of us want to talk with you a moment, first."
She leads me into the living room, and on the way, she loses her robe. The living room is lit with some candles. In it, standing, naked, are all my ladies. One-by-one, they come up to kiss me, then move to kneel in a semicircle around a pillow in the center of the room. Caroline is last, and she guides me to the pillow, I sit on it. She then speaks for the group:
"We just want you to know, that we all think you are something special."
"We of this house have found we are unusually compatible with each other. We have made a bond that we plan will transcend our college experience. Now that you have entered our lives, we want you to join that bond as well. We want to be, in some modern day sense, your harem."
"A what?" I think, "Did I hear these ladies right? Oh Man!"
"What form this will take, we still have to determine. But, the holdout to this idea, is Suzanne. If you want this to happen in some form, you must treat her right... whatever that takes. We just wanted you to know what's at stake."
"... I don't know what to stay, ladies. I'm both honored and speechless." I say.
Caroline smiles knowingly, "We can go down, now."
"Before we do..." I say.
"You'd like to tie us up." There's some giggling, and each girl brings out a piece of fabric, probably a pillow case.
"You know me too well, already!" I laugh quietly.
They line up. I tie their hands behind them in a simple loop of the wrists. I give them a kiss, a fondle and a crotch rub, and send them on their way to the basement. Gosh! These ladies are wonderful!
Me-soo is the last down, and I follow her. The basement is a workout area with a big mat in the center. The ladies are kneeling around that mat. In one corner is a big punching bag; Suzanne is there warming up. She's wearing a white sport bra and basketball shorts, boxing gloves, bare feet, and her luscious red hair is now in a braid -- a style I've never seen her wear before. I watch her for a minute as she attacks the punching bag. She has nice moves.
They are karate-based -- kicks and punches -- tennis may be her best sport, but it's clear she's spent some time on martial arts, too!
"Mind if I warm up a bit, too?" I ask her. She backs off and lets me take a turn on the bag. I take some swings at it to warm myself up, but I look pretty clumsy compared to her. That's OK. I'm thinking about how to deal with what I've seen....
Suzanne will be formidable, but I have three advantages: First, I'm a man; I'm heavier; and I have longer reach. All martial arts -- karate, judo, boxing, whatever -- are kinetics-based. That's why there are tight weight classes. My weight and upper body strength will be a distinct advantage. Second, I'm a wrestler, so the fact that I'm a clumsy puncher is irrelevant. Third, karate punching is for hurting people, and I know only part of Suzanne really wants to hurt me.
"All set." I say. We face off on the mat. The room chatter drops off, and girls around the side watch intently, there is a pregnant silence.
My plan is to close and wrestle her down to the mat. If she was aikido-trained or judo-trained, she might be able to throw me, but since she uses karate, I'll just have to endure some damage on the way in.
I line up like I'm going to box her, and she lines up like she's going to karate me. I feint on her a couple times to see which way she moves. She throws a jab, and I block it. She's a woman: her punch is accurate, but slow and weak. I feint for her face to get her arms up, then I drop down and tackle her. She punches my back futilely, then lands on her back. I grab her shorts, and back off with them in my hands.
She stands up, now wearing her bra and a sports G-string, and smiles grimly.
"Oooh, strip boxing!" says Beth, and the silence is broken. The ladies around the edge are now chattering and getting into the moment.
And the ground rules for the engagement have been set. Suzanne circles and knows what she's up against now.
I feint another tackle attack, she sidesteps and knee kicks -- it would have been hard on my nose if it had landed.
She closes and takes a swing at my body... mistake... she doesn't have the weight to make a body punch stop me. I take the punch. It's a "Sunday best" to my right side ribs, and I definitely feel it, but I keep moving through it to circle behind her; grab her arms to her body, and drag her to the mat once more. I get on her rump to hold her down, and take her sport bra off over her head. I back into my corner and she moves to her's.
"The crowd goes wild", as the expression goes, and I take a moment to take my kudos. I turn around bowing to the audience. Around me now I see twelve beautiful, bobbing breasts, covering six admiring hearts... can this be heaven?
Suzanne breaks the moment, she rushes over and round house kicks my butt. There are howls of laughter from the audience. It was hardly a deadly attack; she was telegraphing, "I'm ready." As she backs off, I chase her down. She only squirms a little as my arms circle her's once more, and I take her to the mats. She's on her back this time, and I'm on top, with her arms pinned.
The next moment, I feel a dozen hands on me. The ladies have cast off their bonds and Suzanne and I are now in the center of a huddle of femininity! Hands are massaging my back, legs and neck. Hands are taking Suzzane's boxing gloves off. I take the moment to kiss and nuzzle Suzanne's neck; someone is nuzzling mine.
When Suzanne's gloves are off, the hands roll me off of her and on to my back. Caroline takes the place of Suzanne, and pins me down while giving me the most wonderful set of mini-kisses over my face and neck. This goes on for about thirty seconds, and then she comes up for air and says, "I still want to know when I'm going to see you again, you Romeo! I've seen you meeting all these other women!"
We both laugh. She kisses me some more, then finally lets me up.
Suzanne is sitting on the mat next to me, back to me. She is wearing one of those long T-shirt affairs; her hands are tied behind her with fabric, and fabric holds her wrists to her bum -- a crotch tie. She is also wearing a blindfold and a tape gag. Beside her is an overnight bag. Umm... what a delightful, delectable sight!
I stand up. I stand her up, and take hold of that luscious braid of hair. I have her look to the sky. I circle her and move my hand around her -- it's a moment all the girls can relate to.
Then I leave her standing while I kiss all the other girls, good-bye. They all melt in my arms in such a delicious fashion, now! Why am I leaving? But leave, I must. Suzanne is waiting. I heft her overnight bag on one shoulder, and Suzzane on my other, and start out for my van.