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Nina de Diablo
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Subject: NEW STORY: Nina de Diablo -Re'ah
I thought this was ready for the board, but I've received
many criticisms so far...first of all there are 12 chapters
to the novel...many feel that this is too long. Anyway, this
is chapter one...I've divided it into ten or eleven parts to
make it easier to read, and two posts to make it easier to post..
So please let me know what's good, bad, or needs work...thanks
-Re'ah
Okay Folks, here it is, the latest creation. The owner
of this account has kindly offered to forward any and
all mail, flames, or whatever, so let me know if I should
stick to my normal writing, or continue in this vein.
Thanks
-Re'ah
Nina de Diablo
Soy solamente che essi quiere
perche soy solamente su amonte...o que essi quiere
soy todo che essi desidera
o, tal vez, solamente quiero ser
No se che me quiero
yo se solamente che essi gusta
quien estoy hablando sobre?
una nina de diablo
ella le gusta bailar,
ma su baile e uno de morte
ella me invita a bailar por las playas de fiero
y non posso repudire...perche e, (Io pienso,)
imposible correr de sus suenos
y por eso tengo miedo
ma ora, este no esta importante
Dove stai quando su mente corre con la viento?
No se, ma no me quiero stare qui.
Non posso imaire...Luego, tal vez...cuando fui restirse
perche dolor de mente e mas che che de cuerpo...
Ma ora tengo che ir me..
ella me llama..y yo camino al mar.
Please excuse my 'Spalian' it's become habit in my writing...
a rough translation would be :
I am all that she wants...or wants me to be
because I am only her lover...or whatever she wants me to be
I am all she desires
Or perhaps, I only want to be
I don't know what I want
I know only what she likes
who am I talking about?
a daughter of the devil
she likes to dance
but her dance is one of death
She invites me to dance along the fire beaches
and I cannot refuse...because it is, (I think,)
impossible to run from your dreams
and because of this I am afraid
But now, this is not important
Where are you when your mind runs with the wind?
I don't know, but I wouldn't want to be there
I cannot imagine it...later perhaps, when I am resting
because pain of the mind is worse than that of the body
but now, I have go...
She calls me, and I walk to the sea.
Nina de diablo - the saga begins...
Russell approached the door with growing terror.
He knew what he wanted. He had asked for it...even begged for it,
but he just didn't know if he could go through with it
now that he was really here.
PART I
It had just been a thing...something...different.
You see, Russell was an average....well, slightly above
average...jock I guess you'd say. Diver and part-time
lifeguard, he had a good tan, and a build that, while not
overly muscular made you look twice. In short, he stood
out from the crowd. And long dark hair coupled with his
hard green eyes made him popular with the women...so popular
that he could just about take his pick...perhaps this was
the problem....
It had all started at that bar on September 12...his birthday...
though a bit early, it had seemed an ordinary night; with dance
music blaring from the back,
and as he sat on a bar stool watching mini-skirts go by through
the smoke-filled haze, he had realized that he was bored...tired
of the general pickup scene. Tired of the blonde bimbos who
always seemed to flock around, appearing from nowhere. Actually
it was his most recent fuck (no other word for it) who had really
bothered him. He had thought she was perfect, because the day
that they had met had been perfect...
It had been a beautiful day at the ocean. Seagulls and 'pipers
dusted the tips of the waves, dipping every once in a while to
snatch a fish. The heat of his tan melted into the soothing smell
of surf and sea. He had been lying on the beach enjoying the sun,
watching the way that it sparkled on the crest of every little
wave before it lapped against the white sands, and the way it danced
off the larger waves that rolled and folded over and under before
they crashed against the shore. He sat feeling the power behind
the large waves as they broke against each other...
their unrestrained strength seemed to match his as yet unharnessed
unbridled passion. He had never met a woman who could actually
take him as he was; someone that he didn't have to hold back around..
He wanted someone with whom he could just let go...
As he lay there thinking, he had noticed a voluptuous blonde walking
his way. The sun kissed her golden hair creating a halo, and yet
there was a mischievousness about her...an angelic devil or a
devilish angel? he wondered.
Intrigued by the thought, he decided to find out.
What a fool he had been to think she was any different than
the rest of them! It had been a definite mistake to get involved with
her. She had passed by, admired his physique, and assumed
that he was like the majority of the men in and around the area...in
short, supposed to fall for her *ahem* womanly charms, and take care
of her almost to the point of _thinking_ for her! Not that she wasn't
quite capable of taking care of herself, she just seemed to feel that it
was his duty or something, his curse for being a man.
Now, sitting at the bar almost a month later, he wasn't even _thinking_
about looking at another woman. But ...(this one)
A few drinks and she looked beautiful...
Actually it wasn't the drinks that did it. There was something
about her...not her body, though her seemingly perfect proportions
alone would have been enough to satisfy most men...but there was
something else about her, (nothing spectacularly striking...
intrigue beneath the surface) She was small boned,
almost fragile looking with jet black hair that drifted
about her waistline. Though she appeared fragile,
there was something about her that suggested she had not
the slightest idea of the meaning of the word.
Her tightly set lips were the thinnest he had ever seen,
pale pink, which seemed to accent her wide set grey eyes.
Those eyes seemed to look through him as though he wasn't
even there.
"D-ddrink..?" He had stammered, feeling a need to talk
to her, to somehow reach her and justify his existence.
When she turned he almost wished he hadn't spoken for though
those hypnotic eyes were now fixed upon him, she still seemed
to look through him as though he were not worthy of her notice.
But she did accept a drink...
He admired her carriage, and it seemed to him, that there
was almost an air of authority about her. He noticed a seeming
deference by all the men who spoke to her and wondered
about it, then passed it off as his imagination...
They sat and talked for a while... he decided that he definitely
liked the way that she thought. While not too outspoken, she knew
her mind and was not afraid to let you know it. She was more open-
minded than most females he had ever met, and he found their
conversation turning to less conventional, non-conformist topics.
They talked of their experiences with life, changes they'd have made
had they been able...agreeing in the end that although experience
was sometimes harsh, she was definitely the best teacher.
Then they talked about childhood memories of embarrassment, and Russell
brought up the time that he was caught watching a neighboring couple
having sex. The feeling of embarrassment he had when the husband had
noticed him through the window was worse than if he had been discovered
masturbating! To be _seen_ watching, to him, was worse than being watched.
Then they talked of the general pickup scene, and she remarked on the
fact that it seemed pointless...
"So much time wasted playing games of love...you can't hide from your
desires, because others appreciate the fact that you are playing games
with yourself...if you're playing a game, there's always a chance that
they'll win...in situations like that you can't afford to be..." here
she paused and smiled pointedly at him, "..saturated with innocence."
Russell pondered a moment...What did she mean by that? But the topic
was changed and he forgot the comment.
They talked for a long while, speaking of destiny and desires, and
control of desires...
And then of control itself, as she said that there was a distinct
difference between an actual loss of control and the loss of a
_sense_ of control.
It was the first time he had found a conversation with a female
stimulating and he found himself wondering if she was also
capable of other sorts of stimulation, or would she just lay there
like the rest....! He felt a spiraling sensation as those hypnotic
eyes stared into his, compelling him.
His thoughts had been drifting, though he had been heartily agreeing
with her conversation. He quickly jumped back to the present as
he heard her ask "Shall we go through with it then?"
What was he getting himself into? He quickly tried to recall
past bits of the conversation. His fuzzed mind blurred.
She smiled at his confusion. "A bit under the influence, eh?"
He nodded reluctantly, ashamed to seem inferior to her in even the
smallest respect.
She laughed lightly, and then said," Don't worry about it,
it happens to the best of us in here, Right, Jerry?" winking
at the bartender. Jerry nodded and winked back.
"What we were discussing, actually you were discussing, was simply
the fact that you have some unrealized desires in your life, and I
offered to help you."
Russell sighed in relief, was _that_ all? Wait a minute...Desires?
"Which... umm... desires were you referring to?" He hesitantly asked.
"Oh come now, Russy," she smiled, "you _do_ recall mentioning your
desire to be dominated?"
Domination... the idea struck a nerve in Russell's mind... he had
often fantasized about the idea, but had wondered if he would
actually have the nerve to go through with something like that
once it went beyond fantasy... but how did she know? And those
little details he had created to make his fantasies stronger
Shit! He wouldn't have mentioned that to anyone, he _couldn't_
have mentioned that... Could he have?
But then, he sighed with justification, it was _only_ a fantasy...
But she was offering to fulfill it...
His indecision must have shown. Elysse, was that her name?
reached for her coat, "Think it over," she smiled, "but I'll keep
all the details you gave me in mind, just in case you decide that
you are _man_ enough to go through with it."
Now _that_ stung. Here was one female who was definitely a woman
questioning his manhood. He couldn't have that! He knew that she
was baiting him, but he just couldn't refuse. So, mustering up a
false bravado, he replied,
"I was just contemplating the possibility of you getting _all_ of the
details right."
Both Elysse and the bartender laughed out loud at this. Russell
looked at them in puzzlement.
"Oh, don't you worry none, sir" the bartender winked. "Elysse
don' make no mistakes."
"No. I don't." Elysse quietly affirmed.
"Well," Russ replied looking about him bewilderedly "then I guess,
I guess it's settled."
"Let's go." Elysse took his arm.
"Now?!"
"No time like the present, unless of course..." giving him a
condescending glance, "you need time to reflect on your decision?"
It was strange, but he just couldn't make himself refuse, behind
and underneath his fear, was his growing desire...
PART II
Russell followed Elysse out of the bar. Once outside, the cool night air
tingling on his face started to bring him to his senses...It had
really been a strange night...and getting stranger by the moment!
What had possessed him to go along with this? He didn't know, but
he didn't really have time to think about it as he had to walk briskly
to keep up with Elysse. His footsteps crunched noisily on the gravel
as he hurried along...
She had parked just across the street; a little black sports-car with
a gold hood ornament. He couldn't quite make out what it was but it
reminded him of a bird's claw...
She was a smooth, but aggressive driver, and he found himself
wondering if her body could give a ride half as well.
He was silent during most of the ride wondering to himself
exactly _what_ he had gotten himself into... but then she was
only 5 feet tall... what harm could she do? If something happened
that he wanted to get out of he reasoned, he could easily do so...
it might involve a bit of rudeness, but that perhaps
would be a necessary evil.
And so his thoughts went, as she continued to drive. Then, finally
turning onto a narrow side road, she continued up it until she came
to a large iron-wrought fence with a gate bearing a large sign which
stated that they were now on private property. She got out of the
car and unlocked the gate, then she returned to the car, driving
through and parking. She got out of the car and re-locked the
gate, motioning him out of the car.
He got out of the car slowly surveying the surroundings. He admired
the well-kept grounds, but could not see the reason for the barbed
wire on top of the high fence surrounding the cottage.
Elysse let him look around for a few seconds, then barked:
"How dare you offend the serenity of my estate like this?
Remove your clothes!"
He stopped and regarded her in amazement... surely she was joking?
Outside?
As he hesitated she stepped over to him and grabbed his left arm
forcing it behind his back.
"I said _off_...Now."
said quietly but with force....
He sighed. So much for muscling his way out of any impromptu situations.
Sensing his compliance, she released his arm, and he slowly began removing
his clothes..
Angered with his slowness, Elysse growled low in her throat.
Worried by this, he began to hurry, accidentally popping a few of
the buttons off of his shirt in his haste, ignoring them, he rapidly
finished stripping, pausing when he
got to his briefs...a quick jerk upward on his arm was all that she
needed to convince him.
"Now...FOLD 'EM!"
Huh? Now wait a minute... enough was enough!
She reached for his balls... well maybe not.
He complied quickly.
She inspected his work, and then placed the pile on the sidewalk
in front of the porch.
Then removing a set of keys from her brassiere, she unlocked and
opened the door.
She stood aside to let him pass, and
Russell looked at her questioningly. Getting no response, he
gathered his nerve and stepped inside the door, peering
cautiously into the room as he entered.
This seemed to be a kitchen of sorts, though there was no table
present. He looked arond as she closed and locked the door.
Then she led him down a small corridor to
a little wooden door. Opening it revealed what seemed to be
a very large utility room. She entered, motioning him inside,
and he followed with apprehension across the tile floor.
There was a bed/table covered with a leather pad, and two
large stainless steel sinks. The counters which went along the wall
in front of him were also stainless steel. As were the drawers
beneath them. In general, it was reminiscent of a doctor's office.
First, she led him to a free standing pipe in the corner
of the room. It was equipped with a massage showerhead
and surrounded by a tile sill.
Grabbing hold of the hose she began to rinse him off with the
needle-hot spray.
"These are my terms, which we must have complete agreement upon
_before_ we begin. You see, once you have given your consent
you will not be allowed to back out, nor will I listen to/entertain any
arguments, comments, or other such nonsense." Russell nodded his
understanding as she continued. "First of all, in order to
enter my domain, you must be Clean." she stated in a no-nonsense voice..
Russell briefly wondered if she were as fanatical
about cleaning as his mother had been..She had pitched
a fit if he just forgot his ears once in a while!
"This does not mean appearance only," she continued, "it means
immaculate in all senses of sanitation."
I guess that answers my question! Russell thought to himself.
But he agreed...after all...what harm could a little cleanliness do?
Little did he know what Elysse's idea of cleanliness would
entail!
Once he had been rinsed to her satisfaction, Elysse led him over
to the table..
It looked vaguely like an operating table, and he hesitated
when she told him to climb up. But then, thinking of the
possible consequences of his refusal, he complied.
Then she strapped his upper body down securely. Very securely.
The only part that he could still move was his head. He
looked up and saw himself...he thought he was dreaming for
a moment until he realized that there were mirrored tiles
on the ceiling. While he was so engrossed, she started to bind
his feet in stirups. Watching her, he had a sudden shaky fear
She _wasn't_ going to operate on him, was she?? What had he
gotten himself into?!
His imagination started to get out of control. Looking for
reassurance, he began asking her questions trying to ascertain
her mood.
"Nice place you got here...Get many visitors?"
She looked at him coldly and did not answer.
This frightened him, but he didn't want to let on, after all
she _did_ have the upper hand....
"Hey, I'm sorry if I offended..?" He looked up at her and she
still did not respond. "I was just wondering...well, what
are you trying to do to me?"
Her grey eyes narrowed to slits and seemingly annoyed with his
questioning, she walked away. Now he was _really_ nervous...no,
scared to death, but he had to find out what was going on in
her mind. "Hey...!" he called, "I'm sorry..."
There was no response from her, but looking up into the mirror
he saw her retrieve what looked like a black piece o cloth from
one of the drawers. Returning, she quickly and quite efficiently
gagged him.
This done, she reached for a tube which he now realized culminated
in an enema bag!
As he realized her intentions, he began to struggle, and tried to
protest, but the gag effectively rendered him speechless.
His muffled protests ignored, he tried desperately
to keep the water from entering his body, but it was to no avail.
As his helplessness became slowly apparent to him...He panicked and
began to struggle, but he was very securely bound in place. The only
movement he was capable of was a slight rippling motion which made
no impact whatsoever on his captor. As he gave up in defeat, he lay pleading
mutely with his eyes.
It was a strange feeling when the water started to flow.
It entered his body slowly, warm and unstoppable, filling
him further and further. When it seemed he could hold no more..
it still continued .,..more and more..flowing into him as
the river flows into the sea...just when he felt that he would burst...
It stopped. And she quickly inserted a butt plug.
Then walking over to the counter she got a small bottle and
walked back over to him. From the bottle she squeezed a strong
smelling creme that she rubbed into his cock and balls so
dexterously that he was afraid of adding to the cream already in her hands!
Then, returning the creme to the counter, she removed something
from one of the small drawers and walked back over to him.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he saw the small razor
she was holding. But knowing it was useless,(and impossible!)
to protest, he resigned himself to his fate.
Starting from the ankles she worked her way slowly upwards
to his shins...his calves...and his knees....she stopped
from time to time to check her progress by running
her hand across the shaved parts checking for stray hairs.
As he watched in the mirror, he began to get excited watching her..
The feeling in his belly was exciting, or maybe it was the pressure
from the enema? Whatever it was, his stomach was getting more and more
uncomfortable, and the urge to relieve himself was growing stronger.
'I asked for it.' He thought resignedly and resolved to try to enjoy the
situation...after all, how many men could say that they had a chick this
hot actually shave their legs?
She slowly moved higher, and he began to get worried...After all, that
was a _razor_ in her hand. But she just kept moving higher and higher
up his thighs thinning until nothing was left. He thought (Hoped!) She'd
stop when she neared his pubic area, but she continued on her merry way
until absolutely nothing was left. He lay looking at the 'new' him...
She stood over him and looked up and down his body, perusing it
thoughtfully, then she frowned.
She walked over to the drawer again and removed a small pair of tweezers
and returned to him. She ran her fingers up his now bare legs,
the feeling was different than anything he had ever felt. He felt so
vulnerable and yet it was turning him on, and adding to the pressure in
his stomach.
She stopped as she neared his erect member. And plucked one of the tiny
elusive hairs she had missed causing a tiny electric jab of pain in his
crotch. This she continued, each pluck making a tiny throb of blood in
his consciousness until his skin lay smooth and hairless beneath her hands.
Then she stood back and admired her work.
Satisfied that he was almost presentable, she unbound and stood him up.
She removed the butt plug and allowed him to relieve himself, then walked him
back over to the shower.
She then soaped up a large cloth and spread the suds over his entire body.
Then using a scrub-brush, she scrubbed every inch of his body thoroughly.
He had been bathed by women before but the clinical way she went about it
had him blushing. Stepping back, she reached for the showerhead and walked
around him, carefully rinsing him off with the needlehot spray. Then reaching
for a large rough towel, she dried him off...again _very_ thoroughly.
Then she led him through the house, stopping in front of a large door.
Part III
He now stood in front of a heavy oaken door with iron trappings and handle.
This was another door he would have to go through, but it was totally
different than the others...This one he could not enter simply by
following a given command. The entrance to this door could only be
obtained by him, from him...On his own word committing himself, as his
word would constitute his complete committment. He didn't know what
secrets lay behind the door...and he wasn't sure that he _really_
wanted to find out.
He stood at the door pondering his choices...as Elysse had outlined them
He could knock and enter but then would be subject to anything and
everything which befell him, or he could simpl walk away from it,
get dressed, leave and never come back.
She didn't bother to add and never really know for sure
what could have been.
Then finally, taking a deep, deep breath, he tapped lightly on the
door. Waiting, and getting no response he knocked harder, a real
knock this time, it left his knuckles tingling.
With a smile, Elysse reached around him and pushed open the door.
It opened into a large spacious room with iron-grey cement walls,
and a wooden floor with iron rings set into it at intervals. The
floor was hard and unyielding beneath his feet as he entered.
As he stood looking around, the first thing that he noticed is that
there were no windows in the room. There was a built-in stone
fireplace on the opposite wall, and a long mirror against the far wall.
The furnishings seemed rather sparse, consisting of a very sturdy
looking wooden chair, and a formica bench mounted on a type of
mechanical fulcrum.
Along one of the walls he noticed a long tool rack, but instead of
the usual drill bits, screwdrivers etc...there were chains, bars, and
long strips of leather connected, strung together with metal rings
and were those whips?
He stared at it until a movement caught the corner of his eye, and
he realized that the room was not unoccupied.
"Ah...and here is Jade," Elysse remarked with a smile.
He turned slightly and saw a beautiful coffee-toned woman
with long glossy hair of the deepest black, stalking towards him...
Stalking not walking...her body was one of a cat and rippled thereof.
She was wearing a black leather leotard with an extremely
long very very sheer matching black skirt. Through it
he could see that she was wearing high black leather
boots with silver chainlink boot chains. Her hands were also
clad in leather..the long gloves ending just before her elbows.
Her face was exquisite, a sculpture almost it seemed.
Her hazel eyes hinted at her creole descent,
and she had luscious lips of deep raspberry.
Physically she was definitely his match, where possible that is.
She was well-endowed, yet not overly so, with well defined
muscles setting her other..ah..endowments to good advantage.
In short, she was beautiful, and he stared at the smoothness
of the leather-covered curves approaching him.
She looked him over and then smiled... her teeth radiantly white
against the smooth brownness of her face.
"A Stud? This is a strange one, Elysse. Where'd you pick him up?"
"He's a new one. We'll start at the beginning." Elysse replied briefly.
"Now?" Jade asked.
"His choice," Elysse smiled.
Shrugging her shoulders, Jade began to prepare herself.
PART IV
Unsure of what to do, Russell stood quietly in a corner of the
room, watching and listening wide-eyed as Elysse slowly outlined
her *ahem* lesson plan for him to Jade. As it was in French, he
could only catch a few words and phrases which only tended to fuel
his anxiety.
As she talked, Elysse began removing her clothing until she stood
wearing just a leather half-bra, and a high cut leather bikini, then
standing in front of Russell she began to manipulate her nipples until
they became hard long points...
Jade took a position behind and to the left of Elysse, and stood there
watching Russell's face. This bothered Russell as he was uncomfortable
with being known as a voyeur, but he couldn't look away from Elysse.
Elysse continued to massage her nipples erotically and Russell could
feel a stirring in his groin. Was _this_ supposed to be part of his
'training?' He didn't mind at all! Her beautiful breasts were right
in front of his face only partially concealed by the half-bra, and he
reached out, wanting to release them fully from their confinement.
To his surprise, Elysse slapped his hand sharply back, and then ignoring
him continued caressing her breasts, slowly easing off her half-bra.
Russell gasped at the sight of those luscious globes as they were
finally revealed to him! They were a creamy white with dark chocolate
brown areola and long long nipples. He longed to touch them and roll
the nipples around in his hands...He settled for caressing his own.
Jade glared at him, and he slowly dropped his hand.
He was somewhat afraid, but the situation was so tremendously arousing!
He continued to stand watching Elysse, becoming tormented with desire
as she reached down with her long pink tongue and began licking the
turgid tips as she continued to massage the roundness of her breasts.
He was so hot! Her half-closed eyes and undulating hips bewitched
him, and he longed to taste her moist panting mouth. Looking away
from her face, or trying to! he saw her breasts swaying enticingly
in time with her hips as her hands began to move lower and lower,
then ran up and down the length of her thighs. As her legs began to
part, Russell went almost mad with desire! Her lewdness was driving
him wild! She then slowly and sensually caressed her crotch through
the leather, first using her entire hand, and then switching to and
from different fingers. He could see a damp spot beginning to form,
and the smell of her sex so close to him, was arousing him even more.
She looked so provocative as her fingers flew faster and faster
across her sex, that Russell could take little more! His pounding
dick ached to enter her, and he took a step forward....
Suddenly Jade was standing in front of him with a whip!
Her beautiful face hardened with a frown.
Only a threat perhaps, but it worked...he stepped back
quickly, his erection fading with his fright.
"You cannot use that thing in here!" she said in a hard voice.
Crestfallen and confused, Russell dropped his head and
tried to control himself, but as Elysse began to moan, he
found himself even harder than before! He reached for his offending
member in an attempt to hold back, but instead he found himself
getting more and more excited and he quickly began to stroke
up and down his length.
At this Jade quickly strode over and grabbed both of his hands
snatching them behind his back and with cuffs chaining them to the
wall.
PART V
Elysse sighed deeply, "And we had such plans for you. It seems
that you will have to be taught all about control from the very
beginning." she paused. "But in the meantime...,(looking at his
bound body) since you are...otherwise occupied. Jade....?"
Jade removed her gloves revealing her slim long brown hands
the fingers tipped with long brightly painted red nails...
She then stood behind Elysse and reaching under her arms she slid
her hands around until she was caressing Elysse's lovely breasts
while Elysse pinched and twisted the nipples...
and all he could do was watch!
In his mind, he could almost feel those sweet breasts beneath his
hands...the warm resilient flesh melding itself in his hands...
Jade began moving her hands lower, caressing Elysse's smooth unmarked
flesh. As she reached the lower stomach her hands continued downward
and with one smooth unhurried, yet fluid movement Elysse's bikini
was around her ankles...Russell gasped as the sight of Elysse's
shaved naked pussy was revealed to him....
It was the same milk-white as the rest of her skin, but the lips
were puffy, and blushed a deep pink at the edges...
Jade laid her down and began kissing her deeply while fondling her
breasts. Then moving her head lower, she licked Elysse's throat
with long exaggerated strokes.
Moving lower, Jade began tonguing Elysse's shoulders roughly causing
her to gasp softly, and Jade moved still lower, circling Elysse's
luscious breasts with her tongue, then swirling to the tips where
she sucked each rich dark nipple into her mouth in turn. As she drew
back her lips, Russell could see the dark nipple held by her strong
white teeth as she began flicking her tongue across it. Elysse was
moaning and writhing on the floor. Jade continued this as she slowly
slid one hand down to caress Elysse's sweet mound.
Then she licked her way down to the top of her vagina using her
lips to tug at Elysse's vaginal lips. Then, turning her body,
she swung her legs around so that her body was in a '69' position.
As she did this, her skirt rode up and her brown slim thighs and
tapered calves were a beautiful contrast against Elysse's pale
skin.
Russell appreciated this move as he now had a clear view of Elysse's
pouting vagina, and he watched in an ever growing state of arousal
as Jade slowly pulled apart the labia, gently spreading the moist
glistening lips. It was literally dripping as she began caressing
the delicate labial folds working her way to, but not over her clit.
Then, still avoiding Elysse's clit, Jade began slowly licking the
length of her slit, going lower and lower, then finally sliding her
tongue easily deep into the waiting wetness of her depths.
Elysse groaned and Jade pulled out, licking her way ever so slowly
tortiously towards her clit. When Jade reached her clit, she began
slowly circling, increasing pressure as Elysse began to writhe and
buck beneath her..
Then as her tongue continued to massage the tender flesh, Jade
worked her finger in a bit, and Russell gasped in desire as he
saw it enter.
Elysse moaned and began rolling her pussy wantonly.
Jade continued, sliding her finger deep, hitting sensitive spots
as she continued to lick, suck and tease Elysse's cunt with her
tongue lips and fingers.
Every moan from Elysse brought an answering one from Russell as he
was ever reminded that it could have, _should_ have been him in Jade's
place!
He groaned in misery and want, but then thought that perhaps this
was better because Jade seemed so skilled...not that he was an expert,
quite the contrary. He had never indulged in cunnilingus; never saw
the point in it...but now watching this, the act itself seemed so
artistically erotic!
Jade slowly inserted another finger and began to roll them
together, still wiggling her tongue over Elysse's clit at intervals.
Elysse began gyrating her hips and then grabbed Jade's ankles
pulling them apart. Then, as she began to lick, forcing her mouth
deeply into Jade's crotch, Russell suddenly realized that Jade's
bodysuit was crotchless! He began pulling at his bonds trying
to get a closer view. But all he could see were Jade's round
hips as they began to move up and down. He was so hot! His erection
strained away from his body, as those two tongues licked and
thrust so close...Damn, right in _front_ of him!
He almost shook with arousal as he felt their heat reach out and embrace
him. Their juices leaking slowly down filled the room with a musky scent
of desire. He had never wanted to taste anything so badly!
How could they do this? Here he was, a _well_ endowed male
bound and tied...with a hard-on that was screaming for release
and they were so into each other that they didn't even _look_
at him! He was in a turmoil! How could two females going at it
get him so hot?!
The soft liquid sucking sounds echoed in his head and filled the room....
As the tempo increased, Elysse began to moan softly, then louder
and louder, her voice a growing crescendo in tempo with her
bucking hips. With deft hands and a skillful tongue, Jade began to
attack only her clit, and Elysse bit her lip as she began to shudder,
moaning and screaming as she began thrashing about; whipping her
head from side to side, her hair forming a cloudlike screen as her
body stiffened and quivered with her impending orgasm. Then her hips
rose up and shivered as she came in a screaming release. Russell was
in a state of torment as he watched her hole clenching and unclenching.
Jade continued to caress Elysse's body bringing her down slowly.
Then stood and replaced her gloves. Russell again noted her
long fingers...she had the hands of a piano player he thought...
confused with the randomness of the thought.
PART VI
Elysse lay there for a few minutes longer collecting her thoughts.
When she rose, she looked directly at Jade, ignoring Russell.
"Since you understand the arts so well, I will reward you.
The initial training of this puny male is now turned over to you,
to satisfy you in any way you do so desire...."
His mind was in a whirl as he heard Jade ask
"Is he _ready_ to be trained?"
"Ask him." Elysse replied.
Jade turned to face him, " Well?"
"Yes. I'm ready." he replied.
Jade looked doubtful.
"I made up my mind before I walked in here." Russell affirmed.
He was unsure about the turn of events, but still trying
to prove himself to Elysse.
Still unconvinced, Jade stood back and looked at him.
Just looked. Her stare sent chills though his body as her face
showed no signs of what she was thinking. He couldn't return her gaze
and dropped his eyes. Then, she walked over to the far wall and from
a hook, lifted down two metal bars. As she re-approached him, he saw
that there were rings at each end of the bars. Uncuffing his wrists
from the wall, she spread his arms and cuffed each wrist to an opposite
end of one of the bars. Then retrieving the other bar, she slid it
through two rings that were built into the floor. Next, she attached
his ankles to opposite ends of the bar.
He now stood spreadeagled before her. His cock was left hanging free
and accessible. He felt exposed, and _very_ vulnerable, and
his erection shriveled close to his body as though it were trying to
hide. Why did he feel this way? He had been nude in front of many women
and never been embarrassed! But as she stood back and looked his body
over carefully, he felt like a piece of horseflesh on auction. She
slowly walked around him, and he found himself wondering if he would be
'up to par.' He tensed as he felt her leather clad fingers at the back
of his neck sending chills throughout his body.
"Just a routine examination?" Jade asked Elysse.
Elysse nodded.
" 'Routine?!'" Russell exclaimed to himself.
He felt so exposed as her fingers continued searching out and exploring
every private nook and cranny of his entire body.
Her fingers danced and pressed along his muscles steadily moving lower...
Nervous though he was, his member grew hard at her touch, and as she
pulled back his foreskin, his head quickly darkened going purple. He
felt ashamed of this reaction, and tried to restrain his feelings as she
stroked his length. Then came the inevitable "cough test," and Russell
was growing more and more uncomfortable with this whole situation. Then,
he experienced a feeling of complete degradation as her gloved fingers
slid the length of his crack and she spread his asschecks.
In short, her maddening 'inspection' was total and complete!
Finally she stood back and nodded to Elysse.
"He'll do."
*Whew!* came the flood of relief from Russell, but then he stopped in
confusion...Why should her approval mean so much to him?
as he pondered this, he heard Jade ask
" Do you really think he's ready?"
They both looked at him.
He had been reassured with the knowledge that he knew what he was
getting himself into...
This was his last chance to back out, and now he
was no longer sure..but they were waiting
for his answer.
"My mind is still set," he responded determinedly.
Even as he answered, Russell questioned and pondered what he
wanted so desperately...Why was he doing this?
He knew that he could easily get out of it, all he'd have to do is
get dressed and leave....uh... make that go outside and get his clothes
then get dressed and leave! But he found that he really didn't want to...
The fact was that he was turned on...more so than he had ever been
in his life, and he was almost terrified at the realization. He
wasn't exactly sure what he wanted, or how far he would let these new
sensations take him, but he wanted to stay and see what would happen.
So he stood and waited.
"What exactly do you want?" Jade questioned him.
What _did_ he want? He stood and thought..Then answered slowly knowing
that his last chance of denial had been dismissed...
"A realization of my deepest fantasies..the experience of true domination.
As he finished speaking and looked around, he realized that Elysse had
left the room.
He had crossed that last line of doubt and fear, now he felt very small.
"Well, this will be one of the _realest_ fantasies you've ever had."
Jade licked her lips in anticipation.
In that heat-baked room, his heart began a furious pounding
as he realized that he indeed had no idea of what he was getting
himself into.
Forgetting Elysse, he focused his attentions totally on Jade.
PART VII
"Okay..." Jade purred....Let's see what you're made of."
Russell was excited and nervous. His mind already racing ahead,
wondering what would happen next.
Jade moved about the room with a feline assuredness. First, she started
a fire in the stone fireplace. As she did this she informed him of her
expectations...
"You are going to listen to my commands, and obey with immediate, absolute
perfection and complete silence. If you are found lacking in _any_ way, the
appropriate punishment will be given..." here she paused, "appropriate
as _I_ deem it. You will move only at my command, and then only with
my permission. You will also come to understand that your own desires and
needs reek of insignificance."
After she had finished speaking, she uncuffed him from the bars, and led
him to the large wooden chair, where she recuffed his hands behind his
neck and to the back of the chair. As the cold metal once again closed
about his wrists, reality struck, and he realized that he was placing
himself completely in her power...
He was uncomfortable with this idea...t meant he had no control over
what was going to happen to him...and what if it turned out that he was
wrong about knowing what he _really_ wanted?
In his state of panic, he hadn't realized that he was speaking aloud.
"Then you shouldn't have knocked," was Jade's only response as she
finished locking the cuffs and seated him in the chair.
Taking a length of chain and some shackles, she soon had his ankles
securely anchored to the legs of the chair...
It bothered Russell to have no say in the matter, he had always thought
himself in control, and in any situation such as this he would have been
distinctly uncomfortable but this was pushing past his limit!
He sat anxiously, not sure what to expect next.
Jade leaned forward lightly licking his chest, and his breathing quickened.
then her licks turned to nibbles she was getting him so hot, then she
bit _hard_! it was just a quick nip, but he gasped in pain
Ignoring him, she continued to rudely pinch and twist his nipples
She was really being rough, and he began trying to convince her to stop...
She rose up to her full height, and he was suddenly filled with an unnamed
terror as he remember her instructions on silence, but she merely smiled and
murmured,
"You know...I think I like you with your mouth open."
Then she walked over the wall and lifted down a ball?
As she returned he saw a slight grin on her face as she informed him,
you're gonna like this one!
Forcing his mouth open, she inserted the ball gag into his mouth
Then, when the gag had been securely fastened...she bit him hard
again. His muffled attempts at protest convinced her...and him, of his
helplessness in this situation.
Pleased with the pain and the feebleness of his protests, she continued
with her lesson plan. She reached to the rack on the wall and obtained
two tiny objects.
Russell had never been exposed to any type of bondage, therefore, he knew
nothing of the surprise-shock that these little Japanese clamps could provide,
but the feeling of power that emanated from them sent fear through him as she
approached. As he tried unsuccessfully to squirm away, he became more aware
of his bonds and finally realized that he was completely at her mercy.
He jumped as the nipple clamps bit into his tender flesh...or tried to jump...
his bonds held him tightly. Then Jade ran her hands lightly over his body,
brushing against the clamps now and again.
Russell closed his eyes. His nipples were sensitive and burning...
but not with pain..for it wasn't painful...rather, it just seemed to heighten
sensations that he was feeling, it was a weird kind of turn-on as his nipples
puckered into tiny rosebuds of sensation.
Eventually in his delirium, he opened his eyes, looking directly at his
tormentress.
He found himself growing hot as he looked her over from this close range.
Then their eyes met and locked. She stopped what she was doing.
Finding that he could still not meet her gaze, Russell dropped his eyes.
Jade turned away from him, going back over to that Damned shelf.
He looked up fearfully as she returned and saw a sort of black cloth in
her hands.
Repeating her commands to keep silence, Jade removed the gag.
Russell's jaws were sore at the release, and he ached to massage them.
Then he gasped as Jade covered his eyes with the blindfold. With
the loss of his sight, everything became more intense. The darkness
of the blindfold enhanced sensations to the point where he could think
of nothing else. The mere touch of her hand as she secured the back of
the blindfold caused his head to spin...This bothered him greatly;
everything seemed so intense! The smell of leather and polish;
the airy feeling of her skirt against his leg...his senses became
refined and re-defined in that empty space of time, and in the background
he could hear the crackling and popping of the fire.
The fire's snapping was the only sound he heard for a while, and then
he heard the staccato of her boots walking across the room and returning.
Then as he felt a sudden heat near his face, Jade asked him,
"So...when's your birthday?"
"Next month," he quickly lied, not knowing why.
"Oh, really? Then I guess you'd like to make an early wish..."
And he felt the candle's flame closer to his face. Too late he realized
that he had probably told Elysse the truth, and she in turn, had informed
Jade. He tried to extinguish the candle, but with the exclusion of his
sight, this became a difficult task.
He blew and blew..and thought that he had done it, but then a heat near his
cheek told him that he must have missed, and he wondered if she were going
to burn him.
With an apologetic smile that he could almost see, Jade deftly tipped the
candle that she was holding, and Russell felt a drop hotter than anything
he had ever felt on his left nipple adding to the pain from the nipple clamp.
His dull moan of fear became a roar as his mind cried out in agony.
He whined and whimpered in fear, and from the pain, incurring her wrath.
He felt her hand around his balls as she began to close it, slowly
crushing them in her grip "I told you to Shut Up!" she growled.
In his fear he quickly silenced himself.
But his body was rigid with tension and fear as she continued alternately
dripping wax across his nipples.
Finally she removed the clamps from his nipples. There was a sharp pain
as blood began to flow back into them. To Russell, they seemed to hurt
more coming off than they had initially going on.
Untying the ropes, Jade gave him brisk orders to stand and follow her
across the room. As he had been sitting so long, Russell moved slowly
at first which earned him sharp backhand slaps for the delay.
Then standing in the middle of the room as though she were an instructor
preparing for the day's lesson, Jade said:
"You are _not_ a man."
(Right.)
She allowed a strange smile to cross her face as she read his emotions
quickly..."I see that one lesson was not enough. I will have to teach
you..."
In two quick steps she was next to him and shoved him to the ground
in his shock it took a minute to register, but that was all she needed.
As he tried to rise, he felt her booted foot on the middle of his back.
"Rise, and we'll crack every bone." She applied more pressure, just
enough to prove that she could carry out that threat.
He slumped back to the floor wondering _what_ he had gotten himself
into...he hadn't imagined anything like this....
"You see? You are not a man. You are anything _I_ want you to be."
She stood a moment regarding his prone body/figure...
"Okay, Worm...Let's see you crawl!"
"Worm?" Russell wasn't going for this! But, unfortunately for him, he
had stupidly broken silence again.
"You don't seem to understand..." Jade applied more pressure to his back
and he squirmed uncomfortably.
"I like the way you squirm...You're right. You haven't _earned_ the right to
crawl for me... so...since you don't want to crawl then you will slither
across the floor. Now.
"You see, if _I_ say you are a _worm_, then you are a _worm_!"
She's crazy! was Russ's only thought as he began slowly slithering across
the floor...
As he went across the floor, Jade began teasing his skin, trailing her boot
down his spine to his buttocks, kicking him lightly at times, delighted
in his trained silence. Then,
"Stop!"
He stopped immediately afraid of what his disobedience might bring, and
she stepped around to his face...
All he could see were her boots in front of his face
They were such a deep black, but so shiny they looked like dark mirrors,
and he could almost see his reflection.
"You like my boots?"
Russell nodded..afraid to speak...
"You really love them, don't you?"
He nodded his head again.
"I said you _love_ my boots." A clear statement this time,
and he quickly agreed.
"Kiss them."
?!
He gave a quick peck.
she drew back her foot and he recoiled in terror....
"I said KISS My Boots. Not peck at them! You love my boots, and
you will use your lips and your tongue to make love to my boots.
Russell complied with her request. The cold smoothness of the
leather appeared to him to be characteristic of her emotions,
but he continued. He caressed the smooth dark leather with his
lips until his mouth was dry, revering this part of her essence.
When Jade was satisfied with his performance, she stepped back, and
gave her next command,
"On your knees..."
Angrily, Russell began to rise, what did she think he was?!
As if unaware of his emotions,as she walked across the room, Jade remarked,
"You're learning quickly..you'll make a fine student for Elysse...."
Elysse? Russell stopped, his throat tightening at the thought of
Elysse's intense gaze witnessing and demeaning his inadequate display
of servitude. He decided with reluctance, that perhaps he could put up
with a little more foolishness, and he sat up on his knees.
Jade came back with a leash and collar in her
hand. It wasn't a normal dog collar, it had metal rings at the sides
and front also.
"Lift your head."
He shivered when the leather touched his neck. She clipped the chain
leash onto one of the rings, and commanded:
"Follow me."
Russell rose to comply.
"Not like that! On your hands and knees. Down Boy!"
From a worm to a dog, This was getting ridiculous, and he opened his
mouth to tell her so, not noticing the chains in her hand. She bent
and attached chains from his knees to his wrists to force him to
remain on all fours.
"Heel!" She said. Then turned and led him into the middle of the room.
"Sit."
Inwardly sighing, Russell sat.
"Bark...like a dog..."
"bow. Wow." Russell grumbled matter-of-factly.
She sighed, "Here we go again..."
Frightened by that thought, but feeling very foolish, he began barking
with enthusiasm...finally barking properly enough to satisfy her...
"Roll over." came the next command.
Grrr! Was she gonna try to house train him too?! Uh-oh, he thought..
Don't think too hard, you might give her ideas!
"Sit up and beg..."
At this point, Russell decided that he had had enough!
"Beg for what?"
Jade glared at him...
Trying to ignore her stare, Russell began claiming that he had never
done it before, and thus had no knowledge of how to do it properly.
He tried to reason with her (this was his first mistake)
Getting nowhere with this, he vehemently refused, and said he didn't care.
His blatant refusal was his fatal second, so she smiled at him understandingly
and led him over to the mirrored wall.
"Let me take these off..." She released his wrists from his knees, but left
his legs chained.
Russell was so busy looking at the picture that they presented of dog and
master, that he didn't realize her intentions...she quickly brought his wrists
up using the side rings to chain them to his collar...attaching them in what
she called the "perfect begging position" as she let go, he fell forward.
She then used another ring at the back of his collar to pull up his leg chains
Then lifting him, she placed him directly in front of the mirror
"So you can see how you should look.."
She connected the leash to a hook in the ceiling, and then walked out of the
room; the door slamming shut on her departure.
Russell began testing the strength of the bonds immediately, but she had
fastened them so that any tension would be immediately felt.
His eyes were continuously drawn to the mirror, his face was flushed
with arousal, and he stared for a long time.
The "perfect little doggie" picture was disturbing to him...it spoke of
something... uncertain...and underlined the fact that he had no control
over anything, not even himself.
As his knees began to ache, he started to wonder...
How long had she been gone? and more importantly:
How long _would_ she be gone?
Had she left for the night?
Would she even return in the morning?
With no answers for these questions, Russell dejectedly began to
slump towards the floor, exhausted, but the pressure and tension
from the collar, leash, and chains wouldn't let him, so he quickly
sat back up, straightening his back to ease the pressure.
PART VIII
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Jade returned carrying an
ice bucket. She towered over him in the mirror, looking more formidable
than she had before she left. He decided that the isolation was just
causing his mind to play tricks on him.
"How is my little doggie doing?" She asked.
"Just fine." He mumbled in response.
"And shall we leave you here longer, or have you learned your lesson
now?"
"I've learned," he said quietly with a tone of desperation creeping into
his voice at the thought of remaining in this position any longer."
"That should serve to remind you of what is acceptable behavior."
She smiled and began to release him.
As she removed the chains, he slumped exhausted to the floor.
"Now was that so bad?" she taunted smiling.
"Yes!" Russell responded fiercely, hating himself for the odd sensations
he had just experienced. He wanted to push them out of his mind and bury
them deep where he would never have to face them again. They were too
distressing, too disturbing, especially now when not just his body, but
his mind as well felt drained of all energy and will to combat anything.
Jade merely smiled and commanded, "On all fours. You will now graduate
to being my beast of burden."
Russell, guessing what she had in mind, tried to feign ignorance.
Then, as she insisted, he complained of exhaustion and soreness.
He wanted to experience true domination, not these silly games!
He didn't realize that true domination results from a culmination of
humility and submission.
"I can't allow that kind of attitude," she mused, "what shall I do to discipline
you?"
He dropped his eyes and did not respond. He wasn't sure if she was really upset
or just teasing. He didn't think that he cared, but he found that he did.
He longed for her touch. He didn't know why, but he didn't had no time to
ponder over his confusion as she dragged him over to the bench.
Then, almost as though she had read his thoughts, she had him lie
on his back and she held him down and began to caress his body.
This confused him all the more...he was held firmly in place,
and the contrast of her strong hands holding him and her sweet licks
caressing him was a disturbing combination
of sensations...Held and yet caressed..
It was quite disconcerting and he was confused...
Comfort and turmoil, she gave both...
Suddenly he pulled away from her touch, but even as he pulled away, he
knew he wanted it. He was a slave to her touch, but he refused to
give in just yet...He couldn't bring himself to admit that...that...
he didn't know _what_ it was that he was refusing to face.
Then reaching under the bench she retrieved another pair of handcuffs.
They clicked loudly around his wrists, and he became afraid of what
would happen next.
Jade removed the chains, but left the collar and the ankle cuffs on.
Using these in conjunction with the ropes, she bound him until he was
trussed like a sow. No matter how he turned and squirmed the ropes
hugged him tightly.
Now he was _really_ at her mercy and she made sure that he was aware
of it!
She tickled and teased him by running her hands, fingertips, and NAILS
lightly over his bound body...his _entire_ body, including his helpless
cock. Alternately screaming with laughter, and sighing with desire
he felt he was going mad...no longer able to separate one sensation
from the other....When he felt he could take no more, She loosened some
of his bonds, turned him over, and rebound him again, just as securely
if not more so. At this point he noticed that there was a break in the
bench, a circle about a foot in diameter through which his cock hung
freely. A random thought about cats came to mind, and he began to panic
again.
Then she parted his asscheeks, and he came close to swooning as she
licked over his hole. Then he felt the delicate point of her tongue
against the tightly puckered rosebud of his ass. Then it probed deeply
into him...he had never been rimmed before and wasn't sure that he
liked it, but knowing that it was impossible to stop her, he resigned
himself beginning to enjoy himself as her strong hands massaged his ass.
Then, as she removed her tongue he felt it being replaced with her fingertip,
he began moving abruptly, jerkily, in a vain attempt to hide the secret
recesses of his body from the impending invasion...to no avail.
He jumped as she slowly inserted one of her long fingers. It went so deep,
and he clenched down trying to push it out, but he was held down firmly.
He was so busy trying to assert his "manhood" that he didn't notice as with
her other hand, Jade reached into the nearby ice bucket and removed
a dildo. He screamed and tried jump away as he felt an ice-cold something
pushing between his legs and then gulped in terror as she began inserting it.
It was a small dildo, but against his virgin asshole, it felt HUGE, and his
eyes widened in surprise and pain as it was slowly stuffed into him amid
his fierce threats and insistent pleas. He began convulsing, trying to curl
up into a fetal ball, but this just provided more resistance and tension.
He felt the flesh of his ass bow inward, She _increased the pressure and
his teeth clenched in pain.
"Relax..." she coaxed.
He lay shivering with goosebumps as this icy invader kept up its intrusion.
His hole gripped it tightly, and then began to give way. He gasped loudly,
and began to thrash as it slowly dilated his ass. She added more pressure
as it widened him. He kept pleading and begging while it was forced to the
base; all of his muscles contracting in a vain effort/attempt to get away.
But he was held fast, and its firmness slipped past him going in to the hilt.
He was in agony, groaning and gritting his teeth; shivering with goosebumps
as he lay impaled.
The actual penetration had been so filling that the sensation now ran up
his spine, as well as into the pleasure centers of his brain. It was so
painful, but the discomfort began to leave as his desire increased more
and more. He lay groaning with the mix of pain and pleasure.
She began to move the base back and forth, causing pulsating sensations, and
he began breathing faster, heavier. It filled him utterly, and he could feel
his guts trying to hold onto it, to move with it, as it slowly ravished him.
Jade twisted the dildo in a slow wide circle and his brain began spinning
as the alien, foreign presence drove him wild with the feelings it induced.
He lay feeling it rock back and forth, then feeling it shift his insides as
she began to pound it into him.
To his surprise, he found himself rising to meet her thrusts. The blunt
pressure brought the most pleasant kind of pain, and he thrust backward to get
the most penetration...wanting it never to stop.
Then, (predictably,) she stopped. And he lay there trembling. Then slowly
he began rocking back and forth trying to feel it against his opening, but
it only moved gently whenever he strained against his bonds, feeding the hunger
He waited impatiently, and still nothing happened... Had she left?
Then he heard a buzzing noise, and his body was wracked with a new torment
as the dildo was equipped with a vibrator! His body was rocked from the
inside out for about the space of a minute...Then it stopped...Everything
stopped. Confused, he tried to catch his breath. Then it started again!
Rocking him, ravishing him, claiming him, as Jade was again moving it in and
out. He felt like a large pussy bringing and being brought to orgasm.
As he was clamoring for enough to push him over the edge, it all stopped.
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2
3
and started again!
He began clawing at the floor, his fingernails digging into the wax, scratching
the wood...in his delirium, he noticed other scratchmarks and wondered how
many others had gone through this same...ah!...torture..or was it...What the
hell was it anyway? As she stopped again, he lay gasping as he began begging
and pleading for her to continue...there was a tone of desperation in his voice.
She ignored him.
He began cursing the bench as he fought for a release that wasn't granted.
Because of the hole in the bench, he could do nothing about his rigid cock
hanging beneath him. He couldn't even hump...his prick was rock hard and he
couldn't do _anything_ about it! No rub, no nothing! he began sobbing with
frustration, crying out with sexual need as she walked away.
PART IX
Jade returned and stood in front of his face, all he could see were her legs..
and something else...a whip? She pushed a button, and the bench tilted
slowly up until he was leaning at a 45 degree angle to the floor.
Jade ran the leather of the crop under his chin bringing up goosebumps.
He gave a shudder as it tickled the inside of his ear.
She used the tip like a feather, searching out his most
sensitive spots...lightly caressing him with the crop. Then
she raised it and administered light taps across his buttocks
causing him to reflexively contract his muscles; clenching
down on the dildo.
Next she removed the dildo. His body needed and begged for it,
and with it's removal he moaned in despair; he felt so empty
without it.
As he pleaded with her, she replaced the dildo with the wider
rough handle of the whip. Almost on his toes straining back to
receive it, Russell felt it probing deeper, sliding into him.
There was a different sort of pain as she slowly moved it in and
out, but he clenched his muscles trying to keep it inside, reluctant
to relinquish it. The denial was driving him crazy with desire.
He didn't know where he was, and he wanted nothing except
what he couldn't get! And she enjoyed his every helpless
wriggle...every frustrated groan.
And her litany just added to the frustration.
"You like it. Don't you?"
He couldn't answer at first his breath coming in gasps
"Don't you?" she insisted.
Her words were more a statement than a question, but to his
astonishment, he found that he did.
"Yeeess," he breathed.
"And you want it. Don't you?"
"YES."
He wanted it...he wanted the pain so bad that he could almost
taste it...now he saw...everything so clear...
"You want it to touch you. Don't you?"
"YES!" he almost screamed, he was so close to ..what?
he didn't know and didn't care...then...there was a soft whisper of air, and a
CRACK!
as the crop struck fast and accurate.
The pain was not immediate, it took a minute to soak in.
and then there was a white-hot burst of pain across his buttocks
that left a sharp pain in his gut. He lay wide-eyed in shock. After
he recovered from his initial shock, he began twisting and contorting
his body in a vain attempt to escape, but the chains restricted his
movement and kept him in as her arm arc(ed) down for another stroke.
He flinched and tried not to scream, but felt that the leather was
scorching his skin. A sweat broke out all over his body as he screamed.
He was desperately, frustratingly helpless, but even this touch was
better than none, and soon he was trying to anticipate the next lash,
to turn into it; writhing in delicious pain.
The next lash sent a wave of agonizing unfulfilled desire
crashing through and over him. The crop bit deeply into
his skin, then stopped a moment to gently caress his cheek
this touch sent him soaring, and then another lash, and
With the rhythm of the whip, he began to slip into a delirium
of pain and lust, and lost in that rhythm, his mind began to
wander. He tried to concentrate on the present, which brought a
consequential loss of concentration.
The world just disappeared...and if it had disappeared, than where
was he? after all, everything is relative to the universe, or is it?
His mind continued to fade in and out as the beating continued seemingly
outside his existence...Then, with a *thwack!* and burn, another harder
lash brought tears, and his thoughts returned to the present.
He began synching off each stroke, riding pain to the edge of desire...
Then Jade began pausing longer and longer after each lash and the anticipation
was really starting to get to him!
If it had to be done, then it had to be done,
but drawing it out like this was torture!
"Come on! Give it to me!" he screamed at her.
She was only to ready to comply, and she began applying the whip with vigor...
Although she seemed to be using all of her force, she wasn't even
breathing hard, while he was gasping for breath..."Inhuman Bitch!" he thought
to himself.
Then one of the chains broke and he reared up in a snarling twisting arrogance..
She stood staring at him with lust-crazed eyes, then throwing her head back with
laughter, she began stalking him like a black panther in that now
sweltering room.
She threw down the crop and reaching to the wall, pulled down a 'cat,'
flicking across his head and back just hard enough to sting and leave a welt.
In that soft, smooth, yet stinging caress, he could feel the toughness of the
many thin strips and realizing what she now held in her hand, he gasped in
apprehension...
"NOooo!" he yelled desperation creeping into his voice.
She smiled and drew back...
He screamed...even before it struck him, he knew.
The bite of the cat was like a bee sting, sharp and quick, and soon his
skin was hot with the delicious delicate pain. It soaked through him
quickly, like white lightening dancing through each nerve, leaving a
heat that traveled throughout his entire body. Each stroke taking him
higher and higher until his head was spinning. This went on for a while,
his screams growing louder and more desperate as she forced him to dance.
Sweat drenched his body as she lashed out at him with the cat; it danced from
her hand as though it had a life of its own and kept dancing until the first
sweet drop of blood. And continued until pain was pleasure and pleasure pain,
the two deliciously, irrevocably intertwined. There was a hot aching in his
groin. He felt giddy even, but would not give in...'til at last, broken he
dropped.
Just when he was braced for and expecting another cruel slash, he felt the
gentle caress of her hand on his member. He began to forget about the whip
and another lash reminded him of its presence. Then her hand caressed him again
He was still in agony from the pain...but the fire from his thighs seemed to
be shooting into his belly...Strange, it was painful, yet intensely erotic at
the same time. The pain seemed to heighten his pleasure as was evidenced
by his throbbing cock.
The sensations from the cat were like fire, spreading through his limbs,
probing the dark corners of his soul. His breath was coming in ragged gasps.
When she stopped, his beautiful sweat-covered body glistened in the light of
the fire. His entire body was raw, throbbing, and burning...
The pain flowing to life with a shadow of a caress, as she touched his
pain-soaked body, running her fingers along the outlines of the painting
that had been forged in heat.
As he felt the tingling glow from between his legs slowly spreading to
envelope him, his conflicting emotions intensified causing an emotional
override.
Nothing else existed, except the feelings that were so intense, that words
would trivialize them.
Tears obscured his vision as she continued to caress his body, bringing
him down slowly.
As the pain faded, the coolness of the sweat evaporating contrasted with
the heat left behind. Her touch brought both sensations together.
She soon controlled his every emotion...weak at her touch, he became like
a machine with a total loss of all self control. He wondered briefly what
to do about this apparent addiction, and decided to consider it later...
There was a warmth coursing through his groin
In that room and through the mirrors a thousand images ran through his mind
His soul for his body..in that moment he would have given it.
He had a desire to yield, and a feeling of belonging, of possession came
over him. It was the sweet victory of submission, understandable only
to those who have experienced it.
At this point he thought that he'd do anything for approval. He felt
like he could do anything, go through anything. Like flying all night
in a fantasy gone wild. He knew that he would not disobey, even had
he wanted to. She compelled him, and he was hers. He was in a mood
where he would crawl across the floor on his belly to kiss the bottoms
of her feet, and then thank her for it.
PART X
While these thoughts were running through Russell's mind, Jade was across
the room getting something.
"I've always fancied a white stallion," she purred.
Then she walked back over to him carrying something that looked vaguely
like a saddle, but it was too small...as he noted the stirrups He realized
that it was indeed a saddle, a _human_ saddle!
She fastened it,then walked back over to the wall returning with what looked
like a handful of leather and steel.
Open your mouth."
When he refused, she forced his mouth open tucking the bit very securely into
his mouth.
It was a steel bit, and connected with very sturdy leather...it stretched his
jaws, and forced his tongue to the bottom of his mouth. Jade arranged his
hair so that it fit snugly and there was no way to get it off.
Then she positioned him in the middle of the floor...
He could see nothing, and he was worried about what would happen next.
He heard a jingling and assumed that it was more chains.
Jade's long thin legs stalked back over to him, then...wrapping her legs
around his body he felt ....SPURS!
He was screaming, but he wanted the pain; wanted it so badly that he
could taste it. The spurs had provided a threshold to his pain, and
his moans came incoherently around and through the bridle and bit.
"Giddy-up!" Jade commanded, sitting on his back.
Her additional weight was immediately felt by his knees on that hard, unyielding
wooden floor, and he didn't really think he could move.
As he hesitated, he felt the tip of the whip tracing his buttocks.
The annoying tickle of the whip was worse than lashes, and she knew it.
She used his hair as reins, turning him as her whims desired.
He moved slowly at first, but she picked up the pace...
As he moved he could feel the light drift of her skirt along his side
contrasting with the soft leather of her boots. This along with the
tip of the whip tracing the red hot cheeks of his ass provided even
more sensations threatening to override his sensory levels.
After a bit of this, Jade decided to get rid of the saddle and ride
bareback. Her thighs squeezed tightly against his body, and Russell
let out a groan as the sensual feel of skin against skin started to get
to him. As she rode, Jade reached down and began caressing him as she
desired...Russell thought about her earlier references of insignificance
and felt that he now understood...his desires were nothing compared to
the pleasure that he'd receive from satisfying her desires...or something
like that? He wasn't sure exactly what he understood anymore, but he did
know that her taut muscles sliding along his body were making him more
aroused than anything he had ever felt before. It was getting difficult
to ignore her fingers trailing his body, but he did his best to follow
her directions and keep moving, and in the flickering firelight, their
shadows danced along the walls with them...to the music of the chains...
As her thighs kept squeezing open and shut, Russell stopped and moaned.
This was really getting to him...but he knew that he'd be punished for
stopping...and he quickly started moving again.
To his surprise, Jade stopped him.
"Roll over," she said.
As he complied, he again felt her luscious lovely skin, Skin...he sighed.
He was so hot for her that he felt that he just explode in agony of need.
Jade reached down and quickly began securing his body to the rings in the
floor that he had noticed before. She wound his hair around another
fixture in the floor...it didn't matter to him because at this point he
would have put up with anything she did.
As she removed her skirt, he thought that he knew what she wanted,
and he wanted it too...he began begging to please her. He wanted
desperately to satisfy her, though he couldn't have said why..
her needs and desires had become his...frustration.
He gasped as he finally caught sight of her perfectly trimmed dark curls.
His dick throbbed with a sudden heat as he pictured himself inside her...
His thoughts came grinding to a screeching halt as Jade stood over his
head and he began to realize her true intentions. He had never done
anything like that before, but by this time he realized that it would
better to hurry and comply, rather than to argue. So he eagerly
moved toward her. She straddled his mouth, and held herself just out of
reach; hovering over his straining, twitching lips and tongue.
He strained against his bonds toward her, begging and moaning almost
incoherently...He wanted to taste her!
As she lowered herself a bit, so that she was _just_ out of reach, he
could feel her delicate hairs gently tickling his face. She was so close
that he could feel her heat on his face. Her scent was wafting down to him,
and he breathed deeply, reveling in the experience. Having a feeling that
this was as close as he would ever get to her, he took a moment to savor it...
the feel of her long hair brushing his stomach as she moved lower, slowly lower.
He sighed to himself as he finally felt her outer lips separating along his chin
and her juices lubricating his lips. But then, the thought of what was actually
happening stopped him cold. He couldn't do this...Could he?
Jade didn't give him time to reflect as she took his hair in a firm grip,
releasing his head from the floor, and forcing his face into her crotch.
Realizing that there was no way out, he decided to get it over with...
Probing tentatively forward with his tongue, he took a hesitant taste
of her rich nectar. The taste was exquisite, almost like honeydew...
QUITE different than he had expected!
He devoted himself to trying to please her. As his tongue caressed her
honeyed flesh, she began moaning and grinding against his face. Pleased
with the effect that he was having, he began flicking her clit with his
tongue as he held it between his lips. The effect was like hitting a
magic button, her firm, strong thighs tightened around his head and her
hands forced him deeper into her.
He slid his tongue slowly inside her, marveling at the texture, it was
so glassy smooth inside...like polished glass, but so hot, so wet!
He moved his tongue faster, using it like a dick and fucking her with it.
Then he switched from thrusting his tongue in and out of her, and back
across her clit. She pulled his hair tightly, her movements becoming
convulsive with her impending orgasm.
He licked and sucked harder and faster as she leaned back pulling his
head with her. Her cries and moans were praise to him, and though
he could hardly breathe, he tried to comply; his every gasp for breath
filled with her existence. As he brought her to the brink, his tongue
began strumming her g-spot as he licked and sucked frantically, urging
her to flow into her mouth. As her thighs clenched tighter, her body
stiffened and there was a scream of passionate release as she exploded
coming hard, fast, and furious. Her juices were too copious for him to
catch them all, but he did try...She collapsed still holding his hair,
and he took a sobbing gasp of breath...the air surrounding him was
filled with her...His face still glistened with her honey
and he proudly thought that he was now her equal..
Nothing could have been further from the truth...
She stood up, then leaned over and slapped his face, berating him
for his performance, and his mind snapped back to reality.
He began to realize that he was not worthy even to serve her...
much less his idolized goddess, Elysse. Jade continued lecturing
him on his attitude, his arrogance and pride...and finally he
began to understand his purpose in being here. At last he lay
at her feet begging for her to teach him what he needed to know.
When at last she deigned to listen to and consider his request,
he wept tears of gratefulness to her for considering to help him.
He understood everything totally; all of his internal conflicts
had been overridden and were now gone. Jade finished lecturing
him and then slowly licked the tears from his skin, savoring
their salt, as she began removing his bonds.
PART XI
Free...Russell paused. There was a new feeling radiating through him,
and his heart beat rapidly in his chest. The exertion had gotten him
hotter than she was, for she had had her release, but his erection
pounded madly...He lept onto her pulling her arms up and peeling her
clothing from her body in a fervor. She fought back, throwing him off.
Undaunted he jumped back, grabbing her until he finally forced her
down, pressing his lips to hers, finally tasting forbidden blackberry ruse.
His hands were wrapped tightly in her thick silky hair. It was a
challenging, demanding kiss with full moist lips and tongues searching
probing and dancing.
He grabbed her wrists, forced them over her head and held them there
with one hand, as he used the other to explore the body of which he
had only gotten a hint of... the satiny smoothness of her skin surprised
him, and he took his time to enjoy it, until he cam to her dark chocolate
nipples, which he turned into rosebuds of pleasure one at a time, thoroughly
enjoying her writhing response. Then, almost reluctantly, his hand continued
its slow journey south, marvelling at her well chiseled stomach and thighs.
Then, repositioning himself slightly, he took one of those delectable nipples
into his mouth as he slid his hand down to her still moist cunt. He slowly
took his time, feeling what he had known only by taste before...her plump
outer lips felt like sandwashed silk inside, and the moist quicksilvery
wetness of her inner lips made him salivate.
Finally succumbing to passion, he thrust his hard cock against her cunt
enjoying the look of lust that came over her face.
It was his turn now, and he felt that he could make her beg as he had...
but as any tease knows...To tease someone else serves only to tease
yourself even more...Russell couldn't hold back.
He thrusted into her with one hard, crushing thrust, burying himself to
the hilt, shaking with desire as he felt her hot tight cunt engulf him
in its hot, wet fire. She felt like silky satin against his engorged
member. Her inner muscles rippled against him as his hard muscle raged
in her encirclement.
He fucked her vigorously, without mercy, and found
her responding more sharply to his thrusts then he was! As he
continued to pound into her, she clawed his way across his back
causing more pain but the searing white-hotness was a thing of
desire and now he understood. She screamed and fought, but from
passion not (aversion?)
Over and over with a passion boundering on fury he roughly
plunged into her, his heavy balls slapping against her ass as he
rammed her with hard fast strokes until a steady rhythm was reached
he wanted more leverage. More pressure. and he got it. Took what
he needed. Their breathing quickened as the pressure built and
built...not yet searching for release they kept building towards
that final pinnacle of desire...
With a loss of control or sense of control...who was who?
They began to merge...one mind one purpose one desire with the
power of a raging sea.
With frenzied thrusts, they intensified their screwing until they
were both on the edge. He held back as long as he could, then she
bit deeply into his neck giving him the momentum he needed to carry
over...and the pain ripped it hot and bleeding from his loins
There was a wave of joy in his release and when the first wave
crashed against the shore it was met by an equally hot opposing
force as they came together in a screaming release, her muscles
spasming around his root sent his mind into a tailspin as his lust
was engulfed in hers, and they escaped into ecstasy together...
Finally, it was all over, his rage spent and tamed...His exhaustion
was mixed with a satisfaction that goes deeper than orgasm.
She had taken him...and he was hers
He understood everything now...Or so _he_ thought.
As he drifted off to sleep, she watched over him smiling.
To be continued...?
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