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Linda's Adventures in Life(s/m), Chapter 1, Part 3
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
LINDA MEETS THE HANDSOME "MASTER OF THE 'RINGS'"
Part 1 Chapter 3
Suspended from her "Maiden's Frame" of Stainless Steel in a host of tight
leather straps, Linda had observed that the white, vinyl matted floor looked to
be about four or five feet below her, though that observation didn't really
matter much since she was helplessly suspended, face down with that pair of
bare male feet and leather encased legs off to her right, toes pointing toward
her, and there was NOTHING she could do about it but LOOK. The ball gag was
back in her mouth, seated in her obscenely propped open mouth (damn that ring
had hurt her mouth!), and she was again speechless as well as immobile.
Suddenly, the bare feet and legs moved and she heard another one of those
"Clicks". She could feel her head begin to lower toward the floor and her feet
rise toward the ceiling as her immobilized body began to rotate about her
middle. The floor and it's gleaming, white, vinyl mat came ever closer to her
head as her "mounting ring" rotated in a wide, downward circle and her sweat
drenched hair started to hang downward over the straps that bound the stainless
steel ring and the ball tightly and painfully into her mouth. She focused her
eyes on the stainless steel arc of the outside ring that passed at 90 degrees
to her body, below her and, soon, the intersecting ring was out of her field of
view as her head passed above it.
Her body paused as the rotating motion ceased for a while. Linda gazed outward
across the black vinyl walled room with its white vinyl matted floor and, for
the first time, saw a large door at the far end of the room, also vinyl covered
and now closed tight, sealing her and her sexual tormentor in the room alone,
all by themselves, or so she had presumed.
In her upside down position she could see a portion of the mirrored ceiling at
the far end of the room and not much else. The room, in that direction was
plain and very blank. Hanging there in the tight, all encasing stainless steel
frame, her legs splayed out and spreadeagled toward the mirrored ceiling near
which her stretched and pointed leather encased feet pointed their equally
stretched , tightly tensioned pointed toes, Linda strained to look upwards from
just above white floor along the sweating, smooth plane of her suspended, naked
body, through heaving, sweat covered breasts. Her arms, equally spreadeagled
and splayed out, pointed their extended and leather entrapped fingers toward
the white expanse of the soft looking vinyl matted floor. The huge steel rings
were nowhere in sight, nor was her sexy attendant whom she had yet to behold in
full. She remembered that she had been confused and fearful as the familiar
objects she had seen previously were no where to be found in her field of
vision.
The blood rushed to her head and she could feel her face becoming flush as it
drained downward from her legs and lower body (which were upward, now) into her
downward pointed head, arms and upper body.
As the terror mounted and her strained mind raced, (thinking about being
suspended this way indefinitely), her body began to slowly rotate once more,
arcing around in the same direction. As her obscenely spread legs began to
rotate downward back behind her and her outstretched arms began to rise, more
and more of the mirrored ceiling came into view, and with it an ever increasing
panorama of the total room and it's contents as revealed by the ever present
and growing mirror above her. As her face rose in that steady arcing motion,
she glimpsed her first view of her upper body in the mirrored ceiling and
promptly inhaled a huge quantity of air through her flared nostrils. The
bizzare sight stunned her into a numbing realization of her total predicament.
She was indeed spreadeagled obscenely, and in a stainless steel frame that
outlined her body with wide straps binding her tightly to it. The frame, in
turn, was connected to one of the huge gimbaled rings by stainless steel chains
that passed through D-Rings welded to the edge of the frame and extended
outward from the frame and her body to the circumference of the ring where they
were attached to D-Rings welded to her "mounting ring" at regular intervals.
Her spreadeagled body was, indeed, the focal point of a series of radial chains
except that there were none between her spread arms and their pointed fingers.
As her body slowly rotated to a horizontal, face up, position, she noted that
there also were no gleaming chains between the ninety degree spread of her
legs, thus, leaving her obscenely displayed sex, open and vulnerable in the
apex of her widely splayed legs. OBSCENE, she had though. Sexually degrading
and totally obscene! As she slowly exhaled and gazed with continued amazement
at her outstretched, strapped and encircled body in its present helpless
horizontally face up position, she got her first glimpse of the owner of the
sexually teasing and strong fingers that had put her through her paces earlier;
AND...the owner of that now "well serviced" male member that had so recently
enjoyed the deepest reaches of her very talented mouth to its fullest.
He was standing outside the ring between her hugely spread legs, his hands
resting on the gleaming "mounting ring" that held her spread horizontally
looking face up......staring resolutely back at her in the overhead mirrored
ceiling. His pale blue eyes met Linda's eyes for the first time and he smiled.
From what she could see in the mirrored ceiling, he was partially bald with
sandy, light brown hair, a full but neatly trimmed beard with the broadest
shoulders and biggest chest she had seen on a man in a long long time. He had
on a pair of tight, full length leather pants, otherwise he was naked and
extremely well tanned.
Her "Mounting Ring" was at a level even with his smooth, almost hairless chest,
just about in front of his nipples. In his right hand, resting up on her "Ring"
was a black box of some sort.
She saw him press the box with his finger and instantly there was one of those
"Clicks" and her body and the "Mounting Ring" started to rotate horizontally in
a counter clockwise direction. As she and the ring slowly rotated she got yet
another quick glance at the dimly lit black wall behind her bare chested, sexy
tormentor; that equipment ladden wall with all the bondage and punishment
equipment shelved and hanging on it..........and then it had rotated out of her
field of view.
She kept her eyes locked on his in the mirrored ceiling as she slowly swung
around in a half circle, until finally, the top of her head was pointed
directly at him and he was between her ninety degree outstretched arms,
although still outside her "Mounting Ring". She heard a "Snap", saw his finger
move up off the black box and felt her motion cease. He took his eyes off hers
and ducked under the ring between her arms and gazed down into her eyes
directly. "God he's handsome", she remembered having thought as she gazed up
into his pale blue eyes. His eyes sparkled and seemed to smile down at her. He
raised his empty left hand and brushed his finger tips gently across her
leather restrained forehead and back up into her sweat matted and coated hair.
Then he lifted his hand forward and ran a finger from the tip of her nose along
it's length up between her eyes and across her forehead into her hair and then
lifted it off her head and let his arm drop to his side.
He ducked back under the "mounting ring" and walked to the dimly lit, ominous,
equipment wall which was almost out of her view. She heard something rattling
and, soon, he returned with a wheeled cart with drawers in it and some bottles
on top of it. Some of the bottles had what looked like those hospital straws in
them.....the ones that bent in the middle as they came up out of the bottles.
He reached under her head and unfastened her ball gag strap, then slowly lifted
the gag up out of her mouth. Then he reached over toward the side of her face
and undid the strap that held that painful, ever hurting stainless steel ring
behind her teeth, resting against the roof and bottom of her mouth and propping
it obscenely open. As the strap loosened, he lifted it upward. She cooperated
by opening her mouth as wide as she possibly could. In the mirror, she saw the
strap and ring arrangement begin to rise out of her mouth. When it was gone,
she closed her mouth, for the first time in hours and hours, and sighed a great
sigh of relief. She looked up into the mirror and saw he was smiling back at
her. She started to open her mouth to speak, but he frowned and put his finger
vertically upright in front of the center of his lips. She heard no sound, but
understood the gesture for "be quiet".
As she watched him in the mirrored ceiling, he reached down and took one of the
strawed bottles off the cart top and raised it up along side her face. He
pointed the straw down toward her mouth and she took it between her lips and
sucked on it. Cool fluid flowed into her mouth and toward her throat. She
swallowed and sucked more liquid up through the straw, back down through it's
bent elbow, through her pursed, sucking lips, into her mouth and then down her
thirsty throat into her belly. She stared directly into his eyes the whole time
and he stared back, smiling.
Finally, she heard a gurgling sound coming from the bottle and the fluid ran
out. He removed the straw from her lips, returned the bottle to the cart top
and picked up another one, repeating the previous process.
After four bottles had been exhausted, he ceased feeding her in this strange
way. Each of the four bottles of liquid she had consumed had a different taste.
Two of them tasted like gatoraide. The other two tasted somewhat like a
milkshake. She was about to thank him when the ball gag suddenly appeared in
his hand in front of her face and he pressed it firmly into her mouth and
buckled the straps tightly behind her head. He stepped back and,
simultaneously, she heard another "Click". Slowly her feet and toes descended
and her head rose as it moved upward and forward; upward toward the other
stainless steel ring which arced majestically over- head, a pin eminating from
it's outer edge up into the mirriored ceiling. As her head approached the ring
she lost sight of it, but not before she realized that is was at least two
inches thick and round in crossection. "Pretty sturdy", she had thought. "I
wonder why so big and thick?" (Later, Linda would find an answer to her silent
question......an answer she would never forget and the recollection of which
would do strange, sexually gratifying things to her submissive body as it
struck terror into her very soul in the years to come).
There was a "Snap" and she stopped moving, stretched, NOW, from floor to
ceiling, upright and grossly spreadeagled as her leather encased finger tips
stretched toward the ceiling and her outspread legs and their leather encased
toes pointed toward the floor. As she had been rising, her handsome, blue eyed,
bearded and silent tormentor had appeared in front and slightly below her eyes.
She could once again see the black vinyl covered door and its receiving wall
which was behind the handsome stranger who was now facing her. He bent over at
the waist and then stood up and stepped backward. As he moved farther back she
saw that he was dragging a half circle portion of the mat. He dropped it and
returned, repeating the previous maneuver and dragging another half circle of
white mat back and dropping it. As he walked back toward her, he angled off to
her right.
Linda heard a noise over her head, but with her head anchored in the frame in
an upright position perhaps two or three feet below the ceiling, she was unable
to see where the noise originated.
He came back into her field of view and stood placidly in front of her gazing
slightly upward into her eyes. He smiled, reached forward toward her with his
right hand and inserted his fingers in the crack of her sex and spread her wide
open. He looked back up into her eyes from but couple of feet away and smiled
at her. She understood. Embarrassed she tightened her bladder muscles and a
golden stream began to flow profusely until, about a minute or two later, she
was empty and it died to a dribble. He released her spread nether lips, turned
his palm up and patted them gently, stepped back, then moved off again toward
her right. She heard a squeeking noise and, suddenly, a fine spray of warm
water descended from the ceiling above her head and upward from the floor
below, totally engulfing her in it's cooling mist.. He returned and stood in
front of her as the water misted downward and shot upward to bathe and cleanse
her bound, strapped. rigged body. The water grew warmer until it was soothingly
hot as it struck her body and the ran down in rivers toward the floor. He
walked back off to her right and returned with a small hose and nozzle in his
hand. He aimed the nozzle at her and squeezed the handle. The stream of water
that resulted hit her between her outward thrust bare breasts, stinging a
little, but not greatly.
Her bearded, handsome "attendant" played the stream downward until it was
striking her lower belly just above her pubic hair and then he lowered it and
let it massage her sex as he played it up and down her crotch, kneeling down to
assure that he got up under it with the tingling, pleasant stream. He arced the
stream down her left thigh and then back up across her hair covered crotch and
sex and down the right thigh. He repeated the process a half dozen times and
then stood up and raised the stream up across her under belly, across her ten
inch wide belly restraint, to the middle of her chest and then swung the stream
outward toward her right nipple where he gently circled the stream for a minute
and then moved across her chest to the left breast and nipple and repeated the
process. Through all this, the mist flowed from the ceiling down over Linda and
the streams rose from the floor to strike her legs and body. The hot, soothing
"bath" went on for about ten minutes until he shut of the noozle, walked over
to her right and the squeeking sound was heard once again and the water ceased
and the noise above her head repeated itself.
Linda, could not see herself in the mirrored ceiling in her spreadeagled
vertically upright position, but she had imagined that she glistened with beads
of warm water, all over her firmly bound body.
She heard one "click" and then another one and her head began to lower and her
feet began to rise as she rotated clockwise at the same time. When the twin
"Snaps" final sounded the ceasation of her downward and sideways rotating
motions she was again horizontal, face up, but cross ways with the long axis of
the room instead of lengthways. The wall with all the very dimly lit bondage
and punishment gear was to her right and the door to her left.
She looked up and could see her bearded "friend" standing by the cart smiling
back at her in the mirrored ceiling. He wheeled the cart over toward her head
on the right and then opened a drawer and began to remove objects from it and
lay them on the top of the cart. He picked up what looked like a pair of
forceps and a long thin needle-like shaft, ducked under the her "mounting
ring", and suddenly his face appeared above and behind her head and he looked
down at her and smiled.
His large hands and arms reached up along both sides of her head to hover above
her left breast, where his nimble fingers placed the tips of the open forceps
down over her left nipple and then closed them tight over it from above. A
blinding burst of pain hit Linda as her eyes beheld, in the over head mirrored
ceiling, her left nipple crushed between the jaws of the closed forceps. In his
right hand appeared an ominous long, hollow and pointed needle. He aligned the
needle so that it was pointed at her left nipple and the forceps from the
direction of her right breast and began to press it through an opening in the
head of the tightly clamped forceps.
LINDA WENT WILD WITH MOANING, GURGLING PROTESTS AND RUBBER BALL STIFFLED
SCREAMS AS THE NEEDLE ADVANCED THROUGH THE HOLE IN THE FORCEPS, THROUGH HER
LEFT NIPPLE AND OUT THROUGH A HOLE IN THE TIP OF THE FORCEPS ON THE OTHER SIDE
OF HER CLAMPED NIPPLE AND CONTINUED UNTIL IT WAS STICKING OUT OF HER NIPPLE AND
THE FORCEPS ABOUT TWO INCHES TOWARD HER LEFT, WITH THE REMAINING TWO INCHES
STICKING OUT ON THE OTHER SIDE.
As she regained her composure and the pain subsided slightly, she stared in
disbelief and fascination at her needle punctured nipple. A little drop of
blood had appeared on either side where the needle entered and exited her
nipple at the tip or head of the forceps. She had heard of "nipple piercing",
but never in a million years would she EVER have believed that she'd EVER see
her nipple pierced as it now, quite obviously, was. Nor would she have EVER
consented to such idiocy and destruction of her fine, twenty year old figure.
She attempted every motion and sound she was capable of to register her
displeasure and disapproval to this sandy haired, bearded, broad shouldered,
tanned SAVAGE who had just ruined her for life!
But he paid no attention to her and, instead, withdrew the needle and inserted
a stainless steel pin or shaft where the needle had been, released it, and
screwed a tiny little ball on the now leftward protruding, bare threaded end of
the shaft and took his fingers off the shaft entirely when the little ball was
firmly screwed onto it. He released the forceps, opened the jaws so they were
beyond the ends of tiny "barbelled" shaft through her left nipple and withdrew
them upward toward the ceiling in one continuous motion.
Linda remembered having stared up into the ceiling and back down at her pain
engulfed left breast and the deeply reddened, tortured nipple with the steel
mini-barbell stuck through it right to left across her and over her left
breast. It wasn't very big, that mini-barbell, but it surely WAS.......THERE!
As she contemplated the new ornament in her left nipple, with an ever
increasing, sickening feeling in the pit of her strapped stomach, the hands and
arms returned around the sides of her face and the same forceps once again
descended over her right nipple and clamped down tight. She went crazy with
moans, gurgles, rubber muffled protests and restrained "almost" motions as the
forcep tips closed and clamped and the long thin needle approached her RIGHT
NIPPLE. She was screaming and protesting to high heaven, still, when the needle
passed through her trapped and now skewered right nipple and reappeared,
heading toward her left breast and the room went dark and everything went black.
When she came to, Linda remembered that she was in a head up, feet down,
vertical, position and it was quiet and very very dim in the room, almost dark,
but not quite.
SHE AWAKENED WITH A START!.........THE STRAPS THAT HAD HELD HER RIDGEDLY INTO
THE "MAIDENS FRAME" WERE.....GONE! THE DAMNEDABLE STAINLESS STEEL RING AND THE
BALL GAG WERE BACK IN HER MOUTH, BOTH PROPPING IT WIDE OPEN AND PLUGGING IT
TIGHT AT THE SAME TIME.
She attempted to move her head and found she could roll it around and that it
was free to move in any direction she cared to move it. She lower her chin to
her chest and looked downward. There, through each nipple, were those skewering
"barbells" out on the ends of her pert, small twenty year old breasts. Had she
not looked, she thought, she probabaly would not have felt them there, except
for a very dull ache in each breast. She also sensed the same sort of "ache"
between her legs in her crotch but she could not see down there at all and the
mirrored ceiling was no help at all in that regard, especially with it so dim,
almost dark, in the room. She rolled her head backward and looked upward at the
ceiling and was startled to see her face looking back at her from the mirrored
ceiling between her widely out-stretched arms, which were in the same position,
but unrestrained except for her gloved/mittened hands which now were wrapped
around stainless steel "trapeze rings" and buckled closed over the "trapeze
rings" to her palms. The "trapeze rings" were, in turn attached to her two inch
thick outer "mounting ring" and several of it's spaced D-Rings by clamps or
clips of some kind. As she stared upward, she realized that all the straps were
gone and so was the "maiden's frame" and she was suspended simply but
effectively by her gloved/mittened hands. She pulled upward on her right leg as
she stared at herself and found that her feet were still encased in leather,
toes pointed and bound outspread as before to the "mounting ring" or so she
surmised.
As she gazed upwards into the mirrored ceiling she suddenly realized that there
was a new, small, stainless steel ring in each ear, high up in the cartilidge
of each ear and.........,OH MY GOD!.....A SLIGHTLY LARGER STAINLESS STEEL RING
IN HER NOSE LIKE SOME SOUTH PACIFIC SAVAGE! The shock of her realization and
the effect on her mind instantly caused tears to roll down her cheeks and deep
sobs to heave her body and her now pierced breasts. As she continued to stare
upwards in utter disbelief, she saw that her hair had been combed out and up
into a ponytail on top of her head and was thrust through a wide, tight leather
band and braided over and around a stainless steel loop or ring just above the
leather band so that the top of her head was "crowned" by a leather-ring-hair
affair that now was as much a part of her head as her own hair and just as
attached by virtue of the fact that her hair was bound into it and around it in
an almost permanent, tight fashion. So tight, in fact, that she could feel the
pull of her hair upward by the leather strap and ring and it raised her
forehead and eyebrows in the process.
As she gazed upwards in increasing shock and dismay, her body broke out in a
running sweat. She was now like a spreadeagled "sex-freak" in some sex orgy
show she had once heard about but totally disbelieved as pure fantasy. THIS WAS
NO FANTASY. She could see and feel it, exceedingly well. TOO WELL! IT WAS
LINDA.........AND......LINDA WAS........"IT"!!!
As the awful realization of her altered state sunk in, the damnedable "Click"
sounded and she rotated backward, head going down and feet coming up. As the
inner ring rotated she looked up into the dim ceiling and observed herself
thoroughly spreadeagled, naked except for her restrained and stretched hands
and feet, rings in her nose, her ears, her nipples, and......OH MY GOD,...RINGS
IN HER PUSSY LIPS.....FOUR OF THEM.....TWO ON EITHER SIDE OF HER SEX.........
STAINLESS STEEL RINGS!!!
Her stainless steel mounting ring rotated her head backward to a horizontal
postion and then continued to rotate until her head was hanging straight down,
her face toward the door end of the room, she thought back and recalled, and
then it continued to rotate until she was once again horizontal, but face down,
looking at the floor, which now had no mat and was, in fact a terrazo, shower-
stall affair with a six inch curb around it to keep the water in, she had
supposed.
Her arms and legs tensioned and tractioned as the ring rotated around in a
circle so that her body weight was at first carried by her arms and then by her
arms and her legs as she was horizontal and then by her legs alone. And the
ring kept slowly rotating and her head rose, once again toward the ceiling. The
rotation continued for a long long time, she recalled, and she alternated from
rightside up to upsidedown a number of times, each time taking in more details
of both her position and her now pierced body.
As she approached an upright, head up, position after that long series of
"passes" around, she heard the ominous sound of the door opening behind her and
a series of leather on leather swishes that could only mean leather encased
legs walking.....TOWARD HER. When her head reached a straight up position there
was a "Snap" and her "mounting ring" stopped.
As she listened to the swishing sounds behind her, the lights in the room got
brighter and brighter........NO, NOT ALL OF THEM,..............JUST THE ONES
SHINING ON THE WALL IN FRONT OF HER!!!
As she saw that black vinyl wall really clearly for the first time, she inhaled
sharply, her pierced nipples shuddered, her heart began to pound like it was
going to come out of her chest and she threw her head back and forth with a
frenzy over what she beheld.
There, on what she had supposed was a storage place for straps, gags, belts and
other bondage bondage and punishment gear were some of the wildest things she
had ever beheld in her life. Whips of all shapes and lengths and sizes.....
single stranded and multiple; Gags and hoods of every imaginable shape and
form; Leather and rubber body suits; Funny looking round rings with legs rising
out of the rings to an apex perhaps six to eight inches above them and a thread
steel shaft sticking back down through the apex toward the center of the ring
with a handle on the shaft above the apex and a ring welded to the shaft below
the apex, but above the ring's center.
She turned her head from side to side taking in the black vinyl covered wall's
contents carefully. There were paddles.....many of them; some small, some large
and some studded with wicked looking steel studs. There were rods and canes...
many of them. And buckled straps buy the scores...NO HUNDREDS!
And.......THERE WERE DILDOS.....ARTIFICIAL MALE COCKS....SOME SO HUGE SHE HAD
TO LOOK TWICE AND FOCUS CAREFULLY TO BE SURE SHE WAS SEEING WHAT SHE WAS SEEING.
SOME OF THEM LOOKED TO BE THREE OR FOUR INCHES IN DIAMETER AND A FOOT AND A
HALF OR TWO FOOT LONG!..........AND SOME OF THEM HAD THREAD STEEL SHAFTS
STICKING OUT WHERE THEY NORMALLY WOULD BE ATTACHED TO THE MALE BODY!!! MANY OF
THEM HAD MEAN LOOKING KNOBS ALONG THEIR FLESH TONED LENGTHS!
And over in one corner of the wall were a whole series of nipple clamps, breast
bands and lead or steel weights hanging ominously from their hooks. She'd seen
these things in catalogs and laughed about it....THEN! Now she stared at them
in almost disbelief and a huge shudder rippled through her body.
Looking down at the floor in front of the wall she saw tripod devices galore
with cranks on them to raise and lower their shafts rising up through their
centers to a top or receiving head that was always pierced with a threaded hole
to receive a threaded shaft. Her head turned toward the huge male cocks and
then back toward the tripods, back and forth several times, and as she put the
two devices together in her mind she began to buck and twist in her bonds
inside the mounting ring and scream into her rubber ball gag and receiving
steel ring with utter terror as she pictured the huge rubber cocks being
mounted on the tripods and screwed up into her cunt and her ass......deep into
them until they had disappeared inside her, spreading her and ripping into her
as they sunk deeper and deeper and deeper into her most private parts to invade
her expanded inards.
"HI, BITCH!!! "HOW DO YOU LIKE MY "SEX TOYS",............SLAVE?"
Hilda had strolled into view off on her right and then around in front of her,
staring up into her face and smirking. She wore a leather.....NO!......IT WAS
RUBBER!............GLEEMING, SLICK LATEX!..
......body suit that covered her from head to toe, except that it had no crotch
and it had holes through which her breasts projected obscenely. Her face was
made up in such a way that she looked like a witch........NO, LIKE A FEMALE
VERSION OF SATAN HIMSELF!
End of Part I - Chapter 3
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