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Heartthrobs 2
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Subject: heartthrobs 2
She was almost out of air in her reserve tank as
they broke up through the surf onto his private
island. The brilliant sky invited them to have
their way with one another alone, undisturbed.
They walked ashore and slipped out of their
gear. It was her first time on the island, but
certainly not his. He'd given lots of his nest-
egg for this place. And the scene was ready to
start.
He brought only a diver's shovel along and in
a moment, he'd found the place he had left the
night before. He dug into the recently overturned
sand and uncovered his buried toychest.
He pulled it up onto the beach and popped the cover.
The first thing he did was unroll the blindfold and
snug it roughly over her eyes.
"Sit down and stay still," he ordered.
He then pulled out a carrying strap, closed the chest,
and heaved it onto his back. He looked at her. She had
excitment on her face. She was an old hand at accepting
her pain and she loved it intensely. He felt she was
about to meet her match.
He pulled her up to her feet and told her to follow the
sound of his footsteps. On a path across the island they
started. The walk took only a few moments and they arrived
at the other side.
He glanced knowingly out about 80 feet and saw the rack
just as he'd left it. After dropping the chest and pulling
out the waterproof knapsack inside, he led her toward the
breaking surf. They walked out into the warm tropical waves
and she let out a sigh of pleasure.
When they reached the rack, he told her to brace herself.
He slung the knapsack over his shoulder, gripped the six-by-six
with his forearms and pulled upwards. It nearly looked like a
cross, this rack, but there were places for both her arms and
her legs to be spread. But she couldn't see.
It was about an hour from high tide this evening and the
sun was lazily burning aboout two hours from it's setting.
The temperature and breeze filled him with excitment. Things
were even better than he'd expected.
He stood on the bottom crossbar, pulled out the ropes he
needed, and called to her to listen. He instructed her to
catch the shank that he threw down and to tie it snuggly
around her waist. She did so and he pulled her up with only
a little effort.
He faced her to the sea and bound her ankles and wrists
so her arms were parallel to the cresting waves below. The
peak of the whitecaps was merely six or eight inches below
her now pulsing womanhood. She heard him making more sounds.
He had two four foot streamers and one three foot streamer.
They were made up of colored strands of material and each set
had a clip-on ring at one end. He was relishing the next few
moments.
"This may take getting used to, so feel free to yell", he
said. He clipped the two longer streamers to her nipple rings.
The piercing was nearly five years old, and she'd had lots of
torture before. He held the streamer ends in his hands and
touched her forehead. Then he dropped the ends and they quickly
rushed behind her toward the shore.
"Nnnn-- nnnggggggg!!!" she moaned aloud as the first wave
passed and tugged at her tit-rings. "Oh-ohhhhhh", she pleaded
aloud for him to understand. It was her usual way of telling her
that she couldn't be pushed too far.
Then, he clipped the shorter streamer to her labia ring and
let it go. "Damn. DAMN. DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN!! " she screeched
as the next half-dozen waves cycled past.
"Are you feeling a little challenged?" he whispered hotly into
her ear. The sweat on her forehead was more than enough of an
answer. He slipped off her blindfold to let her watch the sunset
as the tide came in. She was afire and the arousal was building
inside.
The tugging pain came in rolling twinges lasting about seven
seconds each. It was intense as she felt a nerve-splitting pain
in her cunt and both nipples at the same instant. She wondered
if she might pass out.
Tides being as they are, the sea continued to rise under her,
eventually splashing warm sea water on her inner thighs. The slight
trickle of blood normally would have only been a side affect of
reaching her plateau, but the salt brought her flashes of intensity
before unknown.
The sun sank in the reddenning sky and the waves came above her
hips occasionally splashing her bosom. The screams she'd been so
intently expelling had now died to whimpers as she felt her voice
going. The mix was there. Pleasure was nearly overtaking pain.
Her head was unconsciously beating the hardwood behind her
as she counted the minutes to release. The viscious pain and
the delightful pleasure. The tugging. The stinging. The burning.
She was already short of breath from anticipating the next
crest to smack her breasts carelessly. The three rings were
her enemies, her friends, her lovers. She was going numb in
her upper body and her legs were cramping.
It overtook her. She shuddered violently and he was there
with his mouth over hers. He wrapped her jaw in his palms
and held her through the most exquisite climax she could recall.
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