Revalation of the Prisoner of Zanzibar

Revelation of the Prisoner of Zanzibar

Rated NC-17
Don’t own CSI and don’t claim my kids half of the time

Gil Grissom was tired.

Ten days ago, Sara had asked for this week off, and with ten weeks vacation time accrued, it would have been ridiculous to refuse her. At the acceptance of her request, she promptly tendered her two weeks’ notice. Work (and life) had been hell without her these last few days, and he knew that once she was truly gone, it would only get worse. He loved her. He knew that. Hell, he had known it for years, but wouldn’t admit it. To himself or to her. Especially not her.

His mental preoccupation kept him from noticing the van that had pulled into the parking space beside him until he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Excuse me, Dr. Grissom?” a man’s voice queried.

“Yes. May I help you?” he asked as he turned to find himself face to face with a human mountain whose face was distorted by a nylon stocking squashing its features.

“I think we have something that belongs to you,” the man snarled.

Grissom’s stomach hit the pavement as the van side door slid back to reveal a bound and gagged Sara Sidle. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, and he could feel the shock and relief his presence seem to give her.

“Sara…” he managed to whisper before The Mountain grabbed him from behind and handcuffed, gagged and blindfolded him. He felt himself be shoved into the back of the van that he noticed smelled oddly of roses. When the door slammed shut, his only thought was Sara.

As the van started to move, Gil tried to roll-crawl his way to her in the direction he thought she might be only to be pushed back by The Mountain.

“Nuh huh! I’m the only one allowed to touch her now.”

‘Oh God! That… that… thing is touching Sara! No!!! She’s MY Sara! Not yours! Get your hands off!!’

Struggling against his bonds only got him a strong, beefy arm across his chest, and a growled, “Be still! The Boss doesn’t want you hurt,” but at least he knew that while he was being manhandled, Sara wasn’t.

Eventually, Grissom felt the van slow and make a right turn into what felt like a parking lot. The steady reduction of noise had already alerted him to the fact that they were on the outskirts, if not totally out of Vegas. He felt the vehicle make a horseshoe turn and then start to reverse slowly. When they stopped, he heard a different male voice from the front of the van, presumably the driver, say, “ I’ll get the door, and you take care of them.”

Gil felt the weight shift away from him as he heard the back door of the van open. His arms were roughly grabbed, as he was half- dragged out of the vehicle, across a small stretch of cement, and into a room. Savagely shoved from behind, he realized that he could do nothing to protect himself from the fall that was imminent, only to find himself facedown on a bed that reeked of stale smoke. He heard the faint, tinny sound of a television heard through thin motel room walls.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he heard Driver Boy say to Sara. He tried to sit up with thoughts of charging to pair, but his arms were caught and held firm. Jerked to his feet and held in place by The Mountain, Grissom registered the sound of sheets and blankets being stripped off the bed.

He was spun around and shoved unceremoniously onto the bed on his back and then yanked up on the bed until his feet were not dangling off the end. Rolled over onto his side, he felt and heard the faint click of the lock on his handcuffs as it was released. With one arm still pinned beneath his body, his right arm was stretched out to the side, where his wrist was instantly imprisoned by a soft Velcro-type restraint that is commonly used in hospitals. The action was repeated on his left wrist, to rend, at least his torso, relatively immobile.

Twisting his head from side to side, trying to hear some clue as to Sara’s whereabouts, he called out her name around the toweling tied around his mouth. “Fawa!!?”

“Sara is fine, Dr. Grissom. You might need to be more concerned for yourself.”

‘More concerned for myself than for Sara? Not damned likely!’

Struggling against his restraints, he almost did not hear the next question. When it did register in his brain, it sent a tremor of fear to his very soul.

“Did you want us to tie his legs, too?”

“OK. Tank, you hold his feet, so he doesn’t kick me, and I’ll take care of the rest,” Driver Boy’s slightly effeminate voice said. He felt The Mountain, Tank, grab his thighs just above his knees as other hands started fumbling around the end of the bed, looking for the restraints.

With one pair of hands on his legs and another unknotting the Velcro of the bindings, he realized that there was someone else in the room when he felt more hands pulling his shoes off of his feet. With his shoes removed, the soft cotton cuffs were attached around his ankles.

Feeling a large, soft hand rub up his calf inside his pant leg as his feet were also being tied to the bed frame, he heard Driver Boy’s voice again, “Oh, sweetheart! I can definitely see why you want him!”

Grissom gave a shudder as he heard Tank growl, “ Hands off, Frank! You belong to me, remember?”

“I know, I know, honey bear. I was just admiring the merchandise. Come on, let’s go home and I’ll make it up to you.”

He heard the two voices move towards the door when Frank said back into the room, “He’s all yours now, boss. Have fun!!” The voices were shut off as he heard the door open and the shut with a loud click.

Alert for any sound or disruption in the air around him, Grissom was startled, nevertheless, when he again felt a hand on his leg. Worried for a split second that maybe Frank hadn’t left, he realized that this hand was different. It felt smaller and, though determined, somehow gentler. This hand was joined by another on his left leg. They were slowly traveling upward. There was a subtle shift in weight as the bed moved slightly. Then he felt someone unbuckle his belt and start to take off his trousers

‘Oh God, no! Not this! Where is Sara? Is she all right? What is happening to her?’

The Body left the bed for a moment, and he heard a faint metallic click, and then a familiar voice sent chills down his spine.

“Hello, Mr. Grissom. I am sure you recognize my voice.”

Yes, he did. It was Lady Heather.

“I recently had a new visitor to my domain. This person, while not an advocate of my….lifestyle, came to me for my expert, discreet, advice. When I agreed to help, I realized that, should things not end as they should, I could be arrested as an accomplice. Given our history, Mr. Grissom, I do not doubt that for one minute.”

His pants were now around his ankles, and the hands were back. Caressing, touching, lightly scratching; his body was starting to betray him.

‘It’s just stress and physiology.’ He repeated this over and over as a mantra.

Lips and tongue started up his thigh where they stopped to nibble and suck until a small bruise appeared. Straining against his restraints and trying to twist away from the onslaught only earned him teeth in his thigh. The bite did not really hurt, but he decided next time he might not be so lucky. After all, he didn’t really know what, or who, he was dealing with. The lips left his thigh as he felt a body climb over him until the lips found the spot where his neck met his shoulder. He could tell by the way this body was lying on top of him that his attacker was a female. Gil Grissom was not a homophobic, but somehow, that knowledge made his body’s reaction a little easier to take.

The recording continued, “ I am sure that you have discovered by now that your ‘companion’ is a woman. Frank and Tank are my florists…”

‘That explains the rose smell’

“…and they always want to help out. I think my little domain intrigues them. They think that this is a consensual game. They honestly mean no harm to anyone. Not even you, Mr. Grissom. I would appreciate it if they were left alone.”

Grissom was becoming more frightened and frustrated with each word. ‘Should things not end the way they should…? What the hell does that mean? Does…whoever… plan to kill me afterwards? Being dead would be the only reason I wouldn’t press charges.’

She started to unbutton his shirt and kiss her way down his impressive chest. She could feel his heart rate increase beneath her lips as his breathing became more ragged. She looked up at him through lowered lashes to see him with his eyes bound and his head thrown back into the mattress. She grinned to herself as she heard a small moan escape from his throat. The woman pushed herself up to sit astride his hips and he felt something liquid and warm on his chest.

‘Is she giving me a Golden Shower? UGH!!!! Wait! It doesn’t smell like urine. It smells clean… almost citrusy.’

When the dribbling liquid stopped and she started to massage his torso and arms, he realized it was oil that he had been drizzled with. The lips retuned to his belly and continued downward until he felt teeth on his shaft through his silky boxers. He was not being hurt in any way, but then again, he didn’t agree to this, either.

He heard the recorder shut off after a final, “ Do try to have fun, Mr. Grissom,” from Heather and then his blindfold was loosened and removed. Blinking against the light, Gil tried to focus on the face looming above his own. He saw brown eyes. The same soulful brown eyes he both sought and tried to avoid for over 10 years. Sara.


She could read the confusion and rising anger in his cobalt eyes. Cobalt was good. When they got to slate or, heaven forbid, steel, she would know she had pushed too far.


As she leaned in to nibble at his ear, he turned his head away and his arms pulled against the confining straps. Her right hand found its way to his groin to grab a handful of cock and balls. Squeezing slightly to get his attention, but not enough to hurt, Sara whispered harshly in his ear, “Don’t pull away from me. Not now. I’ve put up with your bullshit for five years now, and I’m not going to put up with it any longer. Do I make myself clear?”

Gil nodded.

Sara smiled. “Good,” she stated as she leaned in to nuzzle and lick his neck once more. More twisting garnered a bitten nipple, so he stilled once more. However, he was still rebelling in his mind.

‘NO! This can’t be happening! This ISN’T happening! Not Sara, not like this!’

With his shirt unbuttoned, Sara slowly, luxuriously, ran her hands up his chest and back down to the elastic waist of his navy blue silk boxers. Lowering the material carefully, she couldn’t help but notice that, while only about halfway tumescent, his growing erection was already impressive. Lightly stroking his member, she grinned up at him.

“Look at me,” she huskily demanded.

When he raised his head to comply, she slowly licked his cock from base to tip. At his sharp intake of air, she took all of him that she could into her warm, moist mouth and started to suck gently. The sight of her dark head bobbing at his groin, a sight he had dreamed of many times, made him want to touch her hair. Not to control, just to touch. Trying to reach her with his imprisoned right hand, he struggled against the cotton bindings.

His two heads started arguing in his mind:

Grissom: NO! It shouldn’t happen like this!

Big Gil: Shut up! She’s offering!

Grissom: I don’t care its Sara!

Big Gil: Look, except for shaking hands with “Five Finger Louie” on a VERY regular basis, I haven’t had any company in a very long time. If she’s gonna take it anyway, why can’t we enjoy it?

His heart joined in the battle:

Thumper: SHUT UP, both of you! You know, Big Gil, if you didn’t try to control everything he does we might not be in this mess! And YOU Grissom, if you did think with Big Gil once in a while he might listen to you better the rest of the time!

Grissom: But I…

Thumper: NO! You are going to listen to me for once!

Big Gil: Good luck! He never listens to me.

Thumper: And that is what has kept us ALL disease free and away from paternity suits.

Big Gil: That is NOT funny.

Grissom: Big Gil, would you stop being such a… a… dickhead!

Thumper: Now that IS funny!

Grissom: You know guys as interesting as this conversation is what are we going to do about Sara?

Thumper: You love her, STUPID!!!! If she leaves, we may never get another chance to tell her or show her! You’ve got to let her know!!!


“Fawa… meef!” He begged her.

“Please what?”

“ No, Fawa. Nah ike diff. Meef!”

“No, you had your chance. It’s my turn now.”

“Fawa, meef! NO!! Ii nah apoe a be ike diff!”

“Grissom, I can’t understand you. Just a minute.”

Sara got up from between Gil’s thighs and left the room. He heard running water, and then she returned.

Setting a glass of water on the nightstand, she straddled him again.

“I ‘m going to remove the gag, now. Do you promise me you will not yell?”

He nodded. She reached for the knot of toweling at the side of his head. When her fingers touched it, she stopped.

“I don’t trust you anymore, Grissom. You have hurt me so many times in so many different ways, I just don’t trust you. I want you to think about that as I am giving you the opportunity to hurt me again.” Nervous fingers loosened the knot, and reached for the water glass, to lift it to his lips.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “For the water… and the trust. I don’t deserve it.” At her slight nod, he continued, “ I said its not supposed to be like this, Sara. Please. Not like this. Don’t do this to us.”

“US?! There is no ‘US’, Grissom. You made that perfectly clear. You ‘couldn’t do it’. Remember?”

“Let me go, Sara.”

“No.”

“Just one hand, Sara. Please. Let me touch you.”

“I can’t, Grissom. Not yet.”

He blew out a long sigh.”All right then. I know I have no right to ask you for anything Sara, and I’m really in no position to bargain, but I want your trust again. I know I have to earn it, so… put the blindfold and gag back.”

She looked at him questioningly. “What? Why?”

“Because I want you to know that I trust you. Blindfolded, gagged, and bound to the bed, you could do anything to me. You could even leave me here, naked, for housekeeping to find sometime tomorrow.”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

“I trust you. Sara, please. Put them back.”

Gently lifting his head, she gave him one more sip of water before laying his head back on the mattress. He felt her moving above him. “I’m sorry, Griss. I can’t resist.” Then her lips were on his. Tender at first, but he felt she wanted more, as he did. From his restrained position, he couldn’t do much more than open his mouth, inviting her in. Her tongue swept against his, tasting and testing, his erection twitching under her bottom. She pulled back from the kiss, and twisted around until she was centered over his face. She lowered her body as she dropped her lips to encircle his turgid member.

Licking and sucking her clit as she returned the favor, Gil Grissom was definitely enjoying himself. She brought him to the brink of ecstasy before she withdrew. On shaky legs she turned around to face him once again.

Tying the strip of toweling across his mouth, she was careful not to catch his riotous curls in the knot. “Not the blindfold. I want you to watch.” Sara said as she slowly lowered one of the straps of her black lace camisole. Grissom’s eyes widened as a puckered pink nipple appeared over the top of the falling lace. She lowered the other strap and then lifted the cami from her body, leaving only herself bare for his perusal.

The sight of Sara Sidle, the one true love of his life, sitting naked across his hips was almost enough to send him into orgasmic shock. When she raised her left hand to pinch her own nipple as she lowered her right hand to the thatch of tangled curls that covered her most intimate places, he couldn’t help but groan. Loudly. If his cock got any harder, it would shatter, he was sure of it.

She moved back slightly to barely hover over his throbbing erection, while gently stroking it against her pussy. When she slowly impaled herself, his eyes rolled back into his head and his head pushed deeply into the mattress.

“You’re not looking at me,” she said as she started to ride his body, her knees rubbing against his sides in her gyrations.

As he calmed enough to look at her, his heart rate jumped again at the sight of Sara’s naked breasts bouncing and swaying in time to her movements. As her passion built and got wilder, so did the bouncing.

He couldn’t thrust into her as he wanted to, but his body’s natural instinct did the best that it could. He could feel his balls tighten in anticipation and preparation for his impending orgasm. When hers hit, it hit hard. Her whole body stiffened and clamped down on his. Her hands on his shoulders, clawing til the blood came; her knees on his sides til it was hard to breathe. But the best was her vaginal walls, crushing and coaxing his seed from him. He couldn’t hold back any longer. With one final thrust upward and a muffled roar, he gave her everything he had.

She slumped down on his sweaty body, the experience having melted her strength. Languidly, the reached up to remove the gag from his mouth.

Dipping his head to kiss her hair, he murmured, “ That was… amazing.”

“It was pretty damned good, if memory serves,” she mumbled back.

“What do you mean?”

“Grissom, it has been almost six years since I have… been intimate with anyone. About a year before I came to Vegas.”

“But surely there have been opportunities….What about Hank?”

“He wasn’t who I wanted. He wasn’t you.”

“Kiss me,” he whispered.

Raising herself up to bring her face even with his, she locked her brown eyes with his blue. The kiss that followed felt innocent compared to what had just transpired. If either one noticed the absurdity of that fact, neither acknowledged it.

“Sara can I please hold you now? If you still don’t want to trust me, I understand. But please, Sara. Just one arm?”

“You’re free now, Gil,” she said as she removed all of his confining straps.

Wrapping his strong arms around her, he whispered, “That’s where you are wrong, Sara. I’ll never be free. I was only deluding myself before. Now I know the truth. Stay with me, Sara. Please don’t leave.” He buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent and trying not to sound as desperate as he felt.

“You want me to stay? After I tried to ra…”

“It could never be rape. Not with you.” His larger frame moved to cover her. “Let me make love to you, Sara. Let me show you what I can never find the words to say.” His lips came down on hers.


Hours later, as Sara drove out of the parking lot of the motel, Grissom looked out of the passenger side window and saw the flashing neon sign. “Welcome to the Motel Zanzibar! Vacancies now! We hope you enjoy your stay!”

Reaching over to take Sara’s hand, Grissom smiled.