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Finder's Keeper 2/3
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Finder's Keeper (part 2)
by Kneeling Icon
Ted stepped closer to the bed, leaning over Terry's body. He still
had trouble bringing himself to hit her with the riding crop. Trying
to nerve himself for it, Ted stroked the crop along Terry's stomach,
letting the leather end of it press and flatten itself against her
skin. He dragged it up and down a few times, forcing the end to flip
over, like a paint brush at the end of a stroke. He watched the
candle light reflecting off the leather with fascination in his eyes.
He heard Terry coo at him, "Come on, Harv, you can do it." The sound
of her voice distracted him; he wanted her to be quiet while he built
up the courage to hit her. It would be much easier for him to treat
her like some inanimate object, a statue of a reclining woman rather
than a breathing, possibly bleeding person.
As Terry began to say something again, Ted stroked the crop against
her lips, trying to convince her to be silent. Terry didn't take the
hint; she started to offer more words of encouragement. Annoyance
flared briefly within Ted, and in his anger he swatted Terry's lips
with the crop, much as one would swat a fly: hard enough to sting or
stun, but not necessarily enough to crush. He immediately regretted
the action uopn hearing Terry's surprised yelp, but he was relieved
only moments later to see that Terry had indeed fallen silent, and
that there was a slightly puzzled but generally pleased smile on her
face. She didn't appear to be hurt.
Ted continued to toy with the crop, sliding it along Terry's throat,
down between her breasts toward her stomach again. He noticed how her
breathing changed as the crop passed between her breasts, and filed
the information away for future use. He passed the crop over her
stomach, along one of her pelvic bones, and down between her legs,
where he rubbed it against her crotch. Terry's breathing instantly
caught and resumed at a markedly quicker pace, as Ted continued to
stroke against her labia with it. He could see her stomach muscles
tense with anticipation, and moved the crop farther, to pass along her
inner thigh.
Without consciously deciding to do so, Ted lifted the crop away from
Terry's skin and brought it back down sharply, leaving behind a small
red mark, visible as a dark patch in the yellowinsh light. A sharp
hiss and intake of breath from Terry made him wonder if he'd done it
too hard, but after a moment, he saw the look of pleasure on her
blindfolded face. He was amazed, but he lifted the crop to strike
again, and brought it back down again near the location of the first
fall, harder than at first. This time a low moan emerged from Terry's
mouth, but still she seemed to enjoy it. He repeated the action
several times, with a bit more force each time until Terry started to
bite her lip in pain. He wondered again if it was too much, but
Terry's face relaxed into displaying pleasure. It was obvious that
she wanted to say something, but knew that he wanted her silence and
so refrained.
Ted thought over the situtation, his heart pounding with exictement.
he never knew that this previously forbidden world of sexual pain
could be so stimulating. He started thinking of other ways to torment
Terry, and remembered her reaction when the crop passed between her
breasts. He slid the crop up along her thighs again, this time
pressing hard as it passed over the spots he'd hit earlier. He was
rewarded with another hiss from Terry.
As the crop reached her stomach, Ted brought it up and back down,
harder than ever, with no warning, leaving a darkening welt behind.
Terry screamed briefly in pain and surprise, but did not complain.
Finally he reached the shallow valley between her breasts, where he
started to circle her breasts with the crop, pressing firmly, tapping
softly every few inches. Terry began to make a soft whimpering sound,
begging him without words to use more force.
With one last wistful look at Terry's beautiful and as-yet unblemished
breasts, Ted raised the crop and struck her on the side of her breast,
eliciting a yelp from her, followed by more pleaful whining. Over and
over, with increasing force and pleasure to himself, Ted whipped Terry
about her breasts. He lost count of how many times the crop fell,
noticing only where welts from previous strikes were so he could
spread the damage evenly. He stopped only when small spots of blood
began to appear near the borders along her aureolae. Looking towards
Terry's face, he noticed a trickle of tears coming from under the
blindfold, and that her whimpering had changed tone: it was no longer
pleading for more, but had evolved to one of pure agony. He knew this
was exactly what she had wanted; she still had not said one word to
him since he had admonished her to silence with the crop.
Ted realized with a start that he was enjoying this immensely. Years
of pent-up frustrations were coming out, as he relieved his energy on
Terry's helpless body. He looked at the damage already done, and
lusted for more. To his surprise, he noticed that he was erect again,
driven to hardness by Terry's pain. He wanted to satisfy the
erection, but he didn't want to give Terry a respite from her
discomfort. The sadist in him wanted to maximize his own pleasure
while simultaneously maximizing her pain.
With sudden inspiration, Ted gripped the crop firmly, and started
whipping every exposed portion of Terry's body, relentlessly reddening
every square inch of her skin. He struck with savage force each time,
driven by her gasps of pain. He paid special attention to the insides
of her thighs, now covering both sides with angry red welts. When he
took a break, he was satisifed with what he saw. Every piece of skin
he could see had been struck: her chest, her stomach, her pelvis, the
legs, even her outstretched arms were reddening. Only her face had
been spared. Terry herself was obviously in great pain, and was just
as obviously enjoying it. A steady stream of tears poured from
beneath the blindfold, and an equally steady moan came from her
throat, but the look of relief on her lips was unmistakeable. This
was exactly what she had wanted from "Harv."
Now that his frist goal had been accomplished, Ted proceeded onward.
He put down the crop and clibmed back onto the bed, positioning
himself between Terry's legs. As he maneuvered himself into position
over her, Terry realized what was happening. Her breathing changed
again, but she continued to moan in pain. Ted reached down to his
crotch and positioned his penis, and then plunged in into Terry with
no warning. She gasped in momentary pleasure, until Ted's weight
settled on her body, setting her beaten skin into new waves of pain.
Ted could feel heat from her skin everywhere his body touched hers.
As he slowly began to stroke himself towards orgasm, he heard Terry's
pain through her throat. Each stroke from him caused his body to
slide against hers, especially between her thighs, and he made no
effort to minimize the motion. He started to kiss and nibble her
breasts, eliciting new gasps of agony. He ran his hands along her
arms, pinching slightly whenever he wanted to hear more pain.
Finally Ted felt the lurking presence of an impending orgasm. He
stopped stroking long enough to wrap his arms around Terry's back,
causing more discomfort for her. As he started pumping again, he
could hear Terry's breathing quicken. She knew what was happening!
Her body writhed under him, despite the increase in pain it caused her.
As they both built towards their climaxes, Ted could hear Terry grunt
with each slam of their bodies. Finally Ted came, involuntarily
thrusting himself into her as deeply as he could. Terry screamed with
agony, but ted could feel her body shake and her stomach muscles tense
as she came at the same time.
When the throbbing in his loins finally stopped, Ted released his hold
on Terry and surveyed the situation. She lay very still under him,
breathing deeply. She sobbed softly, from pleasure or pain or both,
Ted could not tell. As he unstuck his skin from hers, she hissed in
pain several times. He pulled his dick from inside her, and changed
position so that once again it dangled over her lips. Again, she
hungrily took the semi-rigid member into her mouth, eagerly licking
away the remnants of their ecstasy. Once more, Ted felt the shudders
caused by this over-stimulation rack through his shoulders.
Ted shifted his position slightly, pulling his dick from her mouth,
but replacing it with his testicles. He always did like it when women
licked his balls, he thought. Terry did it well, cleaning off the
residual liquids. Terry's tongue strayed behind his scrotum brielfy,
giving Ted another idea. He pulled away from Terry, and reversed his
position so that he faced her feet, resting firmly on the balls of his
feet. Then he squatted down over her face, pulling the cheeks away
from his anus, and lowered himself until he though he was close
enough.
Terry was slow to respond, but her tongue finally snaked out and began
to lick around his anus. He prodded her to do his bidding by reaching
out and pinching the nipple of her right breast. She gasped in pain
again, but soon thereafter Ted felt her tongue begin to probe his
anus gingerly. He wanted to feel her tongue inside him, so le lowered
himself another inch. Still she didn't take the hint, so he reached
out with both hands to roll both of her nipples gently between his
fingers in the way of a warning. Terry began to push a little harder
with her tongue, but Ted still felt she wasn't really trying, so he
follwed through with his implied threat, pinching both nipples
roughly.
Terry's unwitting repsonse was to thrust her tongue out firmly,
pushing aside the muscles around Ted's anus. He felt the warm
sensation of her tongue wash through him as she probed the inside of
his ass, and he was thrilled by it. He knew that if he were able to
get erect again she would make him come, but he also knew that he'd
have to wait a while before he'd be ready for another orgasm. He
savored the feeling for a few more seconds and then stood up gently,
relishing the feeling of Terry's tongue departing his anus.
As he climbed down from the bed, Ted wondered what he could do next.
He stood silently watching Terry, inspecting the damage he had done.
Her skin was red all over, and mostly covered with beads of sweat.
None of the welts looked permanent, but all looked painful. Momentarily
he felt guilty, but he knew that it was what she wanted.
Ted looked at the bedside table, pondering what he could do with the
other toys sitting there. He picked up the pocket knife, wondering
what Terry had intended for it. Did she want "Harv" to cut her with
it? There didn't seem to be much else that could be done with it.
The vibrator's purpose seemed relatively obvious, so Ted picked it up
and figured out how to turn it on.
Terry heard the sound and couldn't remain silent. "Harv...Use it on
me...now!" Ted suppressed a laugh at being called "Harv" again. He
gribbed the vibrator by the end and started to tease her with it,
drawing a slow, wandering line along her chin and throat, around her
chest, across her stomach and down to her crotch, where he rubbed her
with it. After a minute or two of teasing her with the vibrator, Ted
plunged it into her, with no warning. Terry made a surprised sound
while her back arched slightly, quickly.
Ted fucked her with the toy for a while, heating her up but not
letting her come. When he thought she was getting close to an orgasm,
he removed it completely. As it slipped out, the tip drooped
momentarily, dragging against Terry's skin towards her ass. She
moaned softly. Ted heard the sound...Does she want this in the ass?
Who knows? I guess it can't hurt to find out...
He teased her with the vibrator again, pressing it below her cunt,
pushing aside her cheeks with the tip. The soft moan intensified, so
Ted decided that she was tring to tell him something. He withdrew the
vibrator from between her cheeks, dragging it back along the path by
which it had come. As it passed over her vagina, he rammed it in and
pulled it out just as quickly. Terry let out a short yelp of
surprise, triggering a smile on Ted's lips.
He looked over the situation again, deciding that turning Terry over
would be the best course. If nothing else, she still had some
unbeaten skin on her back! He picked up the riding crop again,
briefly drawing it across Terry's lips to indicate his desire for her
to remain silent.
Ted walked to the head of the bed and unbuckled the leather manacle on
Terry's left wrist. Holding the wrist firmly in his hand, Ted
unbuckled her right wrist, and placed the left into the manacle. This
forced Terry into a half-twist at her waist. As he was buckling the
manacle shut, Terry started to struggle lightly. Ted knew that she
didn't really want to get free; she just wanted to be punished. He
obliged by slapping her with an open palm across her cheek. An angry
red patch began to form on her face, and she subsided.
After strapping Terry's wrists back into place, Ted circled to the foot of
the bed, and repeated the procedure with her feet, leaving her
spread-eagled exactly as before, but on her stomach rather than on her
back. Terry whimpered with the added pain of her own weight on her
already-raw skin.
Ted regained the riding crop and traced a few lazy circles on Terry's
back with it, and followed by a few perfunctory strikes with it at
randomly-selected places on her back and legs. Then he dropped it and
took the vibrator in hand, clicking it on and preparing to use it on
her anus.
As Ted teased her with it, dragging across and between her buttocks,
he began to notice scars all over the skin on her ass. He paused for
a moment, inspecting the scars. Each was roughly an inch long; most
were parallel to each other so that they'd all be vertical if she
stood upright. Some looked very old, but some looked relatively
recent. There must have been at least a hundred of them. Ted
wondered how she had gotten them.
The answer came to him suddenly: she had been cut, probably with the
knife that he had found on the bedside stand. He turned off the
vibrator and placed it on the bed next to Terry, and reached across
her to take the pocketknife from the table. He opened the larger of
the two blades on the knife: it was sharp enough to bite his skin as
he drew his finger along the length of the blade, and it looked
extremely clean. Ted scanned the room briefly, his eyes finally
resting on a bottle of rubbing alcohol on Terry's dresser. He guessed
that she had sterilized the knife earlier that night.
He looked back at the extended blade in his hand, and down at Terry's
waiting form. He wondered exactly what she wanted him to do with it;
it would be easy enough to cut her with the sharp instrument, but he
didn't know how deep to go. He was a little repulsed by the idea,
and still more repulsed by the fact that he was considering ways to
carry out the idea, and not without some anticipation.
Finally he decided that the night was plenty wierd already, and that
this small extra perversion couldn't make it much more strange than it
already had been. He laid the blade against the smooth white skin of
Terry's ass, flat metal cold against her flesh. He glimpsed the
reflection of a candle from the surface of the stainless steel cutting
tool, recalling to him his earlier observations in the brass plate of
the elevator. It was strange, he reflected, how metal could reveal to
him parts of his world he had never suspected.
He slid it backwards in a stroke not unlike that which one would use
to sharpen a knife, but in reverse. Terry's quite whimpering changed
back to the pleading type he had heard earlier that evening. After a
moment of indecision, Ted rotated the knife so that it was sharp edge
down, pointing in the same direction as the scars from previous cuts.
Ted pressed firmly, and drew the blade slowly across Terry's ass,
feeling the edge bite and then sink into her flesh.
END OF PART 2
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