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A Lesson Learnt; Harmony/Tristram Fox/A+ 4/6/2007
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The sights to be seen around Calcutta were just the sort of distraction that Tristram Fox had needed. The stress of the situation with Kaylee was taking its toll, and being the calming and supportive influence that a nervous and despairing Centurion required in order to keep him sane, was proving harder work that first thought, much more work that Tristram ever thought he’d take part in.

As the lift in the hotel comes to a stop, and the familiar and high pitched ding rings around, signalling the doors opening, Tristram takes a deep breath then steps out and begins to make his way along the corridor to his room. He was looking forward to a soak in the bath before finding a computer so he could email the pictures he had taken while sight seeing back home to his mum. He reaches the door and fumbles around in his pocket for the keycard, finally locating it and sliding it into the lock, awaiting the click before pushing the door open to gain entry to his room, stopping when a folded piece of lavender coloured paper on the floor behind his door catches his attention. Confused, he closes the door behind him before picking up the piece of paper and perching himself on the end of the bed to read it, the unmistakable scent of Chanel’s Coco Mademoiselle hitting his sense of smell as he unfolds the slip of paper …


Room 348

I’ll be waiting

xxx

Tristram’s eyes widen in surprise. The note was obviously from an admirer, and waiting for him? How could he not? He stands and goes to leave the room with the note still in hand and a broad grin to his face but he stops as his hand reaches the door handle. This all seemed too good to be true, and with everything that had been happening with the Patron Saints, Phenetic, Diablo and Kaylee, suspicion starts to set in. Could it be a trap? Could they be luring him to the room just to beat him up? Tristram unfolds the note again, taking one more look at the scriptive handwriting in front of his eyes before he makes his decision, folding up the note and sliding it into his pocket, leaving the room for one that was only down the hall from his own. He quickly makes his way down the hall, the grin still spreading on his face until he reaches room 348, and he stops, staring up at the room number and taking a deep breath to try and calm the suddenly appearing nerves, before he reaches a hand up and knocks on the door. Nothing happens for a few seconds, until the lock clicks and the door slowly swings open, with Tristram walking through, calling out as he enters the room.

Tristram: Hello?

His jaw almost hits the floor as he surveys the room in front of him, frozen to the spot in awe, looking around at the closed curtains making the room dark, but the plethora of different sized lit candles scattered around the room, giving it a sensual yet somewhat slightly unnerving feel. Tristram scans his eyes around the room for any sign of life, running his line of sight over the large double bed in the middle of the room, but the lack of indication of life makes him nervous, so much so that he almost jumps in surprise as he hears the door close behind him and a voice begin to speak.

Voice: Hello Tristram.

His breathing now beginning to race, Tristram slowly turns around to find the source of what he picks up as a strongly English accent, the relax in his body becomes apparent as he turns to find Harmony stood behind him, clad in a tight leather black corset, pushing her breasts up to form heavy cleavage, a small pair of black panties, fishnet stockings and a pair of thigh high black leather boots, the heels giving her an extra 4 inches in height. Tristram’s eyes widen in shock as he looks her over, spotting a coiled up bull whip in one hand, and handcuffs in the other, and her normally flowing brown curls scraped back into a bun at the back of her head, giving her normally gentle appearance a harsh edge. Her placid face breaks into a smirk and she takes a step forward towards him, making Tristram take a step back towards the bed, feeling slightly intimidated.

Harmony: You decided to come.

Tristram: I …

He stops speaking as Harmony raises her hand to his mouth, putting a single slender finger over his lips, the silent signal not to speak.

Harmony: Ah ah, speak when I tell you to speak. Are you going to be a good boy for me, Tristram, and do as you’re told, or am I going to have to teach you how to be a good boy for mistress?

The colour quickly drains from Tristram’s face and he gulps. He’d heard stories all about Harmony and bondage, and had tried to find out if they were true, but to no avail. He begins to sweat in fear slightly as she takes another step towards him, and he steps back again in reaction, feeling his calf muscles impact with the end of the bed, and he knows he can’t move back any further.

Harmony: Time to play. Good boys are rewarded, bad boys are punished. Take your shirt off, Tristram.

The fear in the pit of his stomach was now starting to build and Tristram freezes to the spot, almost leaping out of his skin as Harmony flicks her arm out within a snap second, uncoiling the whip and making it crack in the air, the sound echoing around the room. The placid complexion she once had vanishes and a somewhat stern expression replaces it, making Tristram nervously squirm on the inside as she speaks again, this time with more aggression in her voice.

Harmony: I said take your shirt off.

This time, he complies, pulling his tight fitting Calvin Klein t shirt up over his head and off his body, dropping it to the floor before being caught unawares as Harmony shoves him down onto the bed quite hard then places her knee between his legs and climbs into the bed with him, making Tristram move himself backwards towards the bed head and away from her, but she’s too quick for him as she moves herself up his body and quickly takes hold of his wrist, snapping one side of the handcuff around it and looping it through the spindle of the bedhead , taking hold of Tristram’s free wrist before he can realise whats going on and locking the other side of the cuff around it, immobilising him to the bed.

Finding himself up able to move, Tris wriggles about on the bed and pulls down on the restraints in the vain attempt of loosening his bonds and the panic begins to set in, the beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead as Harmony straddles his torso with a perverse smile to her face.


Harmony: Now that’s better. Don’t want my little toy running away now, do I?

Tristram: I …

Tristram’s attempt to speak is stopped as Harmony quickly cups her hand over his mouth, preventing him from continuing the speech as she reaches her other hand to press a finger to her own lips as she speaks, leaning into Tristram so her can speak in his ear.

Harmony: Shhhh. I told you, you speak when I let you speak, else you lose the privilege altogether. You have to ask to do things like that; Plus learnt that the hard way. When you want to speak or make a sound, you have to beg me to do it, do you understand?

He doesn’t move, but the fear flashes in his eyes and all Harmony can do is grin sadistically before swiftly moving her hand from her lips to the back of Tristram’s head, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling his head back, but never removing her grip from his face.

Harmony: Don’t you know its rude not to answer? I said do you understand?

Using the only way he has available, Tristram nods slowly, making Harmony’s bright red lips curl into a smile of satisfaction and she gently removes her hand from his mouth before she begins to stroke the side of his face with the back of her finger.

Harmony: Good boy, you’re a fast learner. Are you scared? Because I can sense you are; you’re all tense and you’re beginning to sweat. And you know what? I like it, I like the fear. It means you understand. But there’s no need to be scared Tristram, so long as you keep me happy, you’ll be rewarded.

His eyes follow as Harmony swings her leg around and slides herself off of his torso, placing her feet on the floor and standing up, leaving Tristram immobilised on the bed as she picks up the bullwhip once more, teasing the leather through her fingers as she begins to walk around the edge of the bed, Tristram’s watch never leaving her movement.

Harmony: Where should I start? Your torso, your legs, or somewhere a little more … sensitive?

Tristram’s eyes widen to the size of dinner plates in terror as Harmony’s lips curl into a twisted smile again before she reaches for his belt buckle and he tries to stop her, moving his body as far away as he can get, but his attachment to the bed head prevents him from stopping her, and quick as a flash, Harmony undoes his belt and the top of his jeans then pulls them down to his ankles, leaving him laid in nothing but his boxer shorts.

Harmony: Tut, tut, tut.

Slowly, she makes her way back from the end of the bed towards the head, dragging the leather whip behind her on the floor in one hand, and gradually but gently running her index finger nail along his body with the other hand, prolonging what he thinks is the agony to come. The beads of sweat begin to roll down the side of his face and he starts to tremble as she reaches the top of the bed and perches on the side, crossing her legs over before shooting a hand out and viciously taking a grasp on his cheeks, turning his head to look at her as she sits there.

Harmony: That was naughty, which means you’ve been a bad boy for mistress, which means you need to be punished and taught a lesson.

Sensing pain is imminent, Tristram closes his eyes and tenses up in anticipation as he feels Harmony release her grip on his face and get up off the bed. He continues to screw his face up, not wanting to watch until he hears the click and whir of a camera and the attempted stifling of giggles. He opens his eyes to find Harmony stood trying not to laugh, shaking a sheet of Polaroid paper in her hand, having removed it from the front of the camera.

She can’t control it any longer and begins to laugh, holding her waist as it crescendos, leaving Tristram to look at her confused.


Harmony: You should have seen your face! It was a picture, and I’m glad I’ve caught it on camera! Kate will howl at that one.

Tristram: You mean …

Harmony: You are here to be taught a lesson, and I hope that scared the sweet jesus out of you. Did you think Plus wouldn’t tell me about your little chat in the sauna?

Tristram: Oh …

Harmony: Yeah, oh. So the next time you want to discuss my sex life, think about this little experience, because the next time I heard you’ve done that …

She stands over him, hands on hips before leaning over and smiling sweetly.

Harmony: And it’ll be A LOT more painful when I get hold of you.

Tristram: You mean you really are …

Harmony: Heck no! You’d be amazed what Clare the wardrobe assistant can get you if you ask, and it’s obviously not that hard to fool someone who knows nothing about it. Here’s a tip though: leather is not that comfy.

Tristram: So, you’re going to let me go, right?

Harmony: Ha, no. I’m leaving you there with the door left open for all to see. When Cent finds you, tell him to come and find me, and I’ll give him the keys.

Tristram: Harmony …

Harmony: No, not listening. Bye bye Tristram. Have fun.

With one more giggle, Harmony picks up the camera and takes another picture as Tristram struggles against the handcuffs once more, before she gives him a wave and turns on the balls of her feet, collecting her jacket from the back of the door and leaving it open to walk out of, leaving Tristram there on display to the world, the student of a well taught lesson.
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“We ain’t…goin’ nowhere. We ain’t goin’ nowhere. We can’t be stopped now...cos it’s…”

The scene fades in on Plus walking along the corridor of the hotel room, in which most of BQWA’s superstars are staying at the moment.

Plus: “Ain’t shit changed…since the Notori…”

THUD, THUD, THUD!

MMMMMMM!!! MMMMMMMMM!!!


Plus: “What the…?”

Plus is startled, as he hears banging and what sounds like some muffled screams. He looks around for a moment, trying to establish where the noises are coming from, eventually gauging that it’s coming from inside one of the rooms – Room 348, to be precise. Warily, he approaches the door, before deciding to call into the room first.

Plus: “Yo, what up? Who’s in there?”

MMMMMMM!!! MMMMMMMMM!!!

Plus: “Shit, can’t make out a damn word…”

Plus first begins to walk away from the door, planning on going downstairs to find a member of staff who can open the door, but stops in his tracks. This is a chance for him to be a hero…heck, he could possibly be saving someone’s life, if he goes into the room. With that said, he goes back to the door, and calls into the room again.

Plus: “Hey yo, if y’all is near the door, and can move, then get the hell out the way, cos I’ma bust into the room, a’ight?”

At that point, Plus takes a step back and plants a huge boot onto the door. Slight movement, but not enough. He tries again. And, again, it budges slightly, but nothing like enough to get it open. He takes two steps back but, just as he’s about to put his foot through it again, Abso Tomko comes charging in!

TEH BEWT!!!

Tomko plants a huge boot on the door, which flies off its hinges, as Plus – startled and immediately adopting a defensive stance – looks on in shock. He then makes eye contact with Tomko, ready to fight, but Tomko simply stares for a moment and runs off, charging straight at an ice machine at the end of the corridor!

TEH BEWT!!!

Having fallen over, Tomko gets back to his feet, now breathing very heavily and with a wild look in his eyes, and disappears at a rate of knots around the corner.

CRASH!!!

TEH BEWT!!!

“Hey, Mr Clinton’s room service!”

MMMMMMM!!! MMMMMMMMM!!!

Plus’ focus is realigned by more muffled screaming from the room.

Plus: “Oh right, the room…”

TO BE CONTINUED…
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The door bursts open; and Plus and Atkie are both shocked at what meets them. There was no damsel in distress, or a distressing damsel. They were greeted by the sight of Tristram Fox, handcuffed to the bed posts wearing nothing but a hopeful look and a pair of white CK boxer shorts.

Tris: Harms!?!?

Plus: Now this just got interestin’

Tris: I thought you were Harms and that she’d come back to save me. She tried to dominate me and tied me up and left me, she’s done this before, I can tell…

Plus: Oh?

Tris: Yeh, Plus you gotta help me, my limbs are numb and I need a wee!!!

Plus: Ok.

Tris: Besides I’m no good to Cent if I’m trussed up like this

Plus: Wha’s going on with him?

Tris: I don’t know, he’s a wreck; wouldn’t you be if Harms was kidnapped? I mean, but it’s worse with him, he feels so helpless and he knows he is. He’s a broken man, so scared of them hurting her and wanting her back in his arms.

Plus: Yeh, no cops involved?

Tris: Cent went into Dolly to order she called them ,but she refused, saying she’d hire a PI, but to be honest he couldn’t find a tree in the woods.

Plus: That sucks man, I’mma help y’all.

Plus takes out his cellphone and dials the number for the police. He brings the phone to his ear and begins to talk.

Plus:Yo, Police. Yeh. Kidnapping. A month ago….was told to not call the police. This is the last chance they got. Ok. Yeh. I’m staying at the Hotel Royal Garden. Ok. Peace.

Tris: Thanks man, now can you please GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!

Plus: Aight, but you owe me…I’ll get Harms. Now, don’t go anywhere. Peace bro.

Plus leaves the room, leaving the door open for all to see Tris trussed up he’s on a mission – to find Harmony. Tris lays there helpless, gazing at the familiar sight of the ceiling. He notices a dark patch on it, looks sorta of like a shrew, it’s become his friend. He notices something out of the corner of his eye…someone passing, he turns his head. To the corridor, recognising the figure he calls.

Tris: Connie!!!

Connie turns and poke her head round the doorframe. She grins seeing Tris tied up and can’t take her eyes off his underwear that shows him off in all the right places. She smirks and teases him.

Connie: DIdn’t you try this before, except Kate didn’t come?

Tris: Wasn’t Kate, was Harmony!!!

Connie: Weird, she never did anything like that with me.

Tris: You feeling left out, cos I can re-enact it for ya!!

Connie laughs and moves a piece of hair out of his eyes.

Tris: Thanks, that was starting to make my eyes water.

Connie: Funny, I thought you were crying from embarrassment.

Tris: Me? Nah…I’m ok.

Connie: Really? Ok, cos I’ve seen Harms, I know where she is, maybe she’d let you go…but if you’re ok….

Connie grins and leaves the room. Tris sighs and closes his eyes…he was getting hungry…wonder what time it was. His eyelids feel heavy and Tris begins to doze. Dreaming about who knows what, probably involving him and a guest spot on ‘What Not To Wear’. He is suddenly awoken by a very familiar voice, not Plus, nor Connie and definitely not Harms, his eyes open to see Cent stood by his bed.

Cent: Again!!!!

Tris: Nuh…well, it was Harms!!!

Cent: I gathered, hardly Arati was it!

Tris: Coulda been Jessie, I know she secretly wants a piece of me.

Cent: If it was Jessie I doubt you’d still have your testicles.

Tris: You gotta get me out of here, I’m hungry, my arms are numb, and Connie made me horny.

Cent: And you want me to touch you!?!?

Tris: It coulda been worse, at least this time there’s no whipped cream down my undies.

Cent: Ok, ok, how? I don’t have time to mess around.

Tris: I dunno, the cuffs…try the cuffs!!!

Cent tugs at the Cuffs, but they’re sturdy, Harms really did know what she was doing. They’re not gonna give. We need another suggestion….

Cent: Lube…

Tris: WHAT?!

Cent: If we lubricate your wrists maybe you can slip out.

Tris: Good idea…erm…I don’t have any lube!

Cent: There’s gotta be some shampoo or something.

Cent strides into the bathroom and we hear cluttering around. He re-emerges carrying various tubs and bottles of lotions and potions. He kneels on the bed, beside Cent and unscrews a tub.

Cent: Ok, now if I smear this on you, it’d grease up your wrists and you can slide out.

Tris: Ok.

Cent applies the thick white creamy gloop to Tris’ wrists. He tugs but to no avail. He throws the tub on the floor, goo oozing onto the carpet and picks up a tube of shower gel; milk thistle and seaweed…he pours it on too. Tris’ wrists become a slimy mess of congealed moisturiser and blue shower gel. Cent tugs at Tris’ arms. In order to get a balanced grip he straddles his friend and pulls again.

Tris: Good! Harder!!! Keep pulling man!!!!

Cent: It’s too slippery

Tris: Get a tighter grip. Keep pulling don’t stop, I can feel it!!!!...Smells great by the way…minerally
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