Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Mad Dog Literata <literata@cyberramp.net> Subject: STORY: One Woman's Fantasy, Part 2/4 The drive lasts for about an hour. During that time, the woman taunts you -- whispers things in your ear, tells you how she wants to hurt you, what she'd do to you if she had you all to herself. You're already on the verge of orgasm, and when you feel her hot breath on your neck, feel her tongue run down your neck, feel her hand resting on your thigh, probing, parting... Her fingers slide deftly in underneath your dress, up your moist thigh. They slip in beneath your panties, cupping your mons. You want to bear up against the pressure, push even harder, but you're completely immobilized. She's teasing you, and you both know it. All the time, she's cooing in your ear like a lover, but the things she says are not lovers' words, they're cruel, sadistic. They arouse you even more for being so; God, how you want her to slide those long-nailed fingers inside you, but she doesn't, she just toys with you. "You're my plaything tonight," she purrs in your ear, "my toy. I get whatever I want tonight." You are hanging on every word, every note. "I can strangle you if I want to," she says, "I can kill you just as you come -- just as we both come." The van turns suddenly and slows down. She continues to taunt you, and now her hands are cupping your hot, heavy breasts. The sensation is enough to drive you wild; your nipples are so erect that they're almost sore. Now she straddles you. She smells like she's in heat; your moan is muffled by the cock gag that's been stuffed in your mouth. Your face is buried between her breasts. She's bearing into you, it's getting hard to breathe... The van comes to a lurching stop; the woman climbs off of you. Not a word is spoken as your arms and legs are untied and you are pulled out of the van. The air is still, and very quiet; the only sounds you hear are those of feet on gravel. A large, wide door slides open, and you are brought through it. The room feels huge, like an empty warehouse. The penis gag comes off next; your lips are almost sore from sucking that dildo for so long. Just as you take a large breath, your arms are pinned behind you. "Undress the slut." This is the voice of the first man now. "With pleasure." It's the woman. You feel her close again. She runs the knife ever so gently down your cleavage; as soon as you feel the point of it, you freeze. The woman pulls on your dress, and you hear it rip. She cuts it savagely -- how can she be so sure she won't accidentally cut you, you wonder -- and pulls it off of you. You are acutely aware that you're standing nearly nude in front of three strangers, and the realization of it washes over you like a wave. You are maneuvered to a different spot now. You hear heavy chains swaying above your head; a switch is thrown, and a motor engages. The chains are lowering toward you... Heavy leather cuffs are fitted on your wrists and ankles. Your legs are forced far apart, and you hear locks closing shut at your feet. Then the chains are attached to your wrist cuffs, and the switch is thrown again: This time, the chains are rising... You realize what is happening just as your arms are pulled above your head. The motor stops at just the perfect point. You feel as if you are hanging in space, without weight. There is more movement around you; you hear -- things -- being dragged and scooted across the floor. It comes as a surprise when you feel your blindfold removed; you finally get to see your captors. Is that a good thing? you wonder. The two men are wearing leather hoods, jeans and heavy boots. Their eyes bore into you, but it's the woman that really catches your gaze: She is wearing an ornate mask, decorated with demons' faces. There is a thick black studded collar around her neck. For clothing, she has on a skin-tight black leather bodysuit, black fishnet stockings, and the highest-heeled black boots that you've ever seen. In her hand is a cruel, long-tailed whip, and the look in her eyes is hungry and lethal. It's then you realize that you're seeing them in the reflection of a mirror; your gaze darts over to your own image. As you see yourself hanging there, with God-knows-what in store for you, you wet yourself, feeling it sliding down your legs. Nearby, you hear music playing: "The Principles of Lust." The lights go dim, except for a single spotlight shining down from above, and the woman moves forward... She snaps her fingers, and the two men spring forward. You don't even have time to realize that one man has torn your panties off while the other unhooks your bra. As quickly as they moved on to you, they move backward again and come to an attention stance. The woman moves around to your front. She's standing bare inches away from you; you can't tear your eyes off of her, off of those full, red lips and those deep, piercing eyes. She holds her free hand up and snaps her fingers again. The two men spring forward; as you watch, one man slips your brassiere around your neck and pulls hard on it. You can't help but open your mouth, and that's when the other man carefully folds your panties between your lips. You can taste yourself on them; you want to run your tongue through them, suck them dry. Your head goes back down. You look past the woman, into your own image -- God, how utterly delicious this all is! -- and then back at her. "I am Mistree Evelyn," she says. "I am your...punisher." She steps back, so that you can take all of her in. "There is a line between life and death this night; for you, I am that line." She looks past you, to the man standing behind you and to your left. She nods, smiling ever so slightly. He moves up to you and removes your panties from your mouth. Now she glances over to the other man, who steps forward with an intricate double-penis gag that he forces past your lips. Your mouth is opened in a permanent 'O' as he hooks the harness around your head. The woman smiles. "Your first task is to make me come." She hands her flogger to the man on your right, then moves closer to you. Her eyes never leave your as she parts her lips and takes the outer side of your penis-gag into her mouth. Her hands slide around your back, her body tenses up, and when the first taste of the whip stings your back, she presses her body into yours and holds on, as if for dear life. Every swing of the whip causes your body to buck, and hers to quiver; at this point, you're beyond cogent thought, lost in her wild eyes, just as you know that she is lost in yours. Your nipples rub against the fabric of her playsuit, getting nice and stiff; her legs twitch every time the whip comes crashing down on your back. It's when you feel -- something -- sliding into your pussy do you really start moaning. Your body is shaking, and you feel your orgasm approaching like a tsunami, but Evelyn is already arching her back. She's *really* getting off on this: Her mouth slides over the dildo protruding from your gag -- she's fellating it, her eyes locked on yours the entire time. Your orgasms peak at the same moment; for you, your body begins to writhe, and your pussy explodes in wet heat. Your muffled cries are very loud now; you want to bear down on Evelyn, but you can't because you aren't able. And Evelyn is panting, working the dildo furiously, humping you ever faster as she comes. And all the time, there's that delicious whip...! Evelyn is moaning too, through the dildo between her lips, and you know she's moaning, "God, oh God, oh God..." Savagely, she pulls herself off of you, makes a slashing motion across her throat. The flogging stops. For what seems like an hour, she stands before you, breathing hard, her hand on your chin, holding your head up and looking into your eyes. Presently, she speaks. "There are three trials tonight; you have passed the first one." She pauses. "The second trial will not be ...as easy." She smiles behind her mask as she raises an ominous, silencer-equipped pistol to your head... ---------- -- Story Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> Newsgroup FAQ: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/faq.html> Archive site: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> (Not pretty yet)