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Hi,

I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't
really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to
repost the stuff I have.

There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who
have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were
originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them
first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever
increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.

The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage
orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a
little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't
be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the
stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still
apply. (Also there is nothing that I can see from the original post
which says I can't repost this story. If you are the author and you do
NOT want it reposted then I suggest you let me, & everyone else,
know).

I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.

One last thing. Someone asked me recently if I was going to put some
of my stories on my web page for people to download. I am undecided
about this so would appreciate feedback on wether this is a good idea.

Bye for now. 

Anakha
http://home.clara.net/anakha/index.html
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Part 1 - Chapter 2

Memories of the past flow back as Linda hunts a "new" master.

With her eyes focused on the mirror, staring at the mustached and
bearded big guy at the back right end of the U-Shaped bar, Linda
started her second number --- a Beach Boys tune she loved.  She
whipped into action, whirling around the stage in her pale blue
bikini top and pale blue bikini pants, but keeping her eyes glued
to the mirror all along the back of the stage and locked on the
sexy big guy.  She never looked at him directly, but, instead
always through the huge mirror.  She noted, (and so did her body
as it continued to become more sexually aroused and sexually
stimulated), that he was locked onto her eyes and never took HIS
eyes off them.

She wriggled her ass at him; she shook her pert little breasts at
him; she, literally, used every trick she'd learned since she
left the farm in Delaware to get him to look at her BODY, --- but
he never took his eyes off her eyes, no matter what she did.  As
the song came to a close she couldn't help comparing this tall,
large framed, bearded male to that huge, handsome hulk and hunk
of a man, who had so "forcefully" and permanently entered her
young life, in that strange basement room, in Parkersburg, that
fateful and punishing night, years ago as she remained bound in
leather straps, gagged and suspended between stainless steel body
forming and shaping rods, on her knees with her arms and hands
locked straight down toward the floor, her legs spread wide, with
the rubbery, hot, now wet, vibrating, at first sexually satisfy-
ing, twin male "engines" buried deeply and thickly to the hilt in
her hurting, but very wet, female sexual passage and up her
stretched anal canal.

Hilda --- MISTRESS HILDA! --- had left the room a L-O-N-G time
ago and the twin, pseudo male organs were still running rampant,
at their highest possible setting, deep inside her protruding and
sweat coated body, driving her to one orgasmic peak after anoth-
er, all be it farther and farther apart, as her sexual recovery
period got longer and longer and the pain wracking, post orgasmic
contractions and spasms lasted longer and longer before subsiding
to allow her to start her build up to yet another swelling, mind
engulfing, orgasmic orgy of pleasure followed by yet another
"round" of EXTREME pain.  How many times, she tried to recall
now, had she "come" in that position down there in that steaming
hot, black vinyl walled room with the white vinyl floor mat,
mirrored ceiling and gimbaled stainless steel "artful" rings
firmly pinned into the reflecting ceiling above, into the padded
white floor below and into each other, with all those dimly
illuminated, rather vague looking, strange "tools of the trade"
hanging on the far, ominous, black wall behind them?

As her selected third tune started, Linda swayed sexily and
wantonly back and forth, staring carefully and continuously into
the mirror and, thus, into those kind but firm eyes that stared
ever back at her, just as constantly, almost lovingly, but with a
smiling and knowing quality about them and their owner that told
Linda this was no "ordinary" male.  No, this one knew her inside
out without touching her, without saying a word to her!  And he
knew she was somehow "special", (she could sense it), just as she
knew the same about him!  KNEW IT!  He had that masterful but
gentle quality about him that, late that one night in Parkersburg
in that basement room, had driven her wild with passion and with
the mindless, unreasoned desire to please in any way that she
possibly could --- TO OBEY AND SUBMIT! --- and to love, to lick
and lave, to suck and devour, to be fondled, to be licked, to be
sucked, and to be thoroughly filled and stuffed full of her
MASTER as she had been driven to incredible heights of sexual
satisfaction in ways she had never dreamed possible, as she was
carefully put through one new "experience" after another, while
begging and moaning for still more.

As Linda locked the potent memories in her mind, reminding her-
self of the "stakes" involved, her eyes stayed locked to the
gentle stranger's eyes as she danced and swayed her wanton sex-
ually wicked best, and her mind, once again, drifted backward in
time and over all those many intervening years, to the tepid
basement room in the whore's club in Parkersburg to recreate and
embellish the first time she'd ever met such a man --- A MASTER
--- her OWN very special FIRST master!

She recalled that she had just been coming down from an orgasmic
peak that fateful night in that basement room in Parkersburg,
shuddering in her leather straps and stainless steel "Iron Maid-
en" frame, when she first heard the padded but firm foot steps
behind her on the soft, white, matted, floor.  Her head was
raised up, eyes staring ahead and locked in that position that
had forced her to stare forward at the large, almost majestic,
stainless steel, gimbaled rings that occupied the darkened center
of the room, with all those frightening instruments of as yet
inexperienced bondage and punishment that hung dimly suspended
from the far black, vinyl wall beyond the rings.  The wide leath-
er strap that tightly stretched across her forehead and had
locked her head between her framing stainless steel rod "captor",
the painful stainless steel ring in her mouth just behind her
teeth that anchored her mouth in its opened and vulnerable,
straight ahead position with it's complimenting ball gag and
leather strap pulled deeply and securely into the ring and her
six inch wide leather neck strap that anchored her neck in its
entirely immobile position and had not allowed her to turn her
head even a fraction of an inch to see what was causing the
sounds she had heard.  She had tried to look upward into the
mirrored ceiling but, all she been able to see was a downward
view of the stainless steel gimbaled rings in the center of the
large room and a different downward, dimmed view of the masses of
leather straps, whips, hoods and other objects she had seen very
infrequently before in her young and budding twenty years, even
considering that two of them had been as a paid prostitute in
this very place!  WELL PAID!

Suddenly, a gentle set of fingers, belonging to the mysterious
noise maker, touched the sweat covered, rounded curve of her
buttocks and gently moved back and forth through the beaded
rivers that had been pouring from her body for what seemed like
an eternity.  The fingers slowly glided over her straining behind
and slid gently, carefully and purposefully along her hip and
forward across the ten inch wide leather strap that held her
shuddering abdominal muscles rigidly locked to her outlining
"maiden's frame" of stainless steel rods that held her rigidly in
its firm confines until, finally the hand had reached the base of
her sexually aroused and swollen, down thrust, tingling breast as
its muscles spasmed in time with her post orgasmic tremors.

The hand paused, and then slowly descended down the sweat covered
outer slope of her then twenty year old, small but shapely
breast, moving ever downward and so tantalizingly across the
hanging small mound until in caressed the rigid, now tingling
nipple in the center.  The finger quickly withdrew, leaving Linda
with only a phantom sensation of its former presence and then,
suddenly, she felt finger tips brushing across her BOTH her
hypersensitized nipples.  Gently; Lovingly; with an ease and a
touch that drove her wild with sexual excitement and longing; and
even wilder with curiosity.  This had to be another woman.  No
man could touch a woman like THAT!  There wasn't a male alive who
could do what those fingers were doing, she had thought, as the
fingers once more withdrew.

The mysterious fingers returned and settled gently into the back
of her neck just above the encasing six inch neck strap and moved
upward through her now sweat drenched hair to the middle of the
back of her head where the ball gag's strap was firmly buckled in
place.  The fingers began to loosen the strap ever so slowly.  As
it loosened, and the large rubber ball with its center piercing,
leather, restraining strap started to move out of her mouth and
out of that very painful stainless steel ring that rested, re-
lentlessly up against the roof and the bottom of her mouth just
behind her wide open and very useless as well as completely
"harmless" teeth.  Linda took a deep breath through her now
unplugged mouth, feeling and savoring the cool air flowing around
the retreating ball and it's soaking wet leather straps, as she
listened and waited and watched to see who this mysterious,
gentle stranger was.

The ball gag was lifted away slowly as Linda detected it being
laid carefully on the floor near her.  As that sound retreated in
her ears and died away, she felt something very soft coming
forward over her forehead and down toward her eyes.  As the
obvious device lowered, cutting off her vision, she smelled
leather, NEW LEATHER, and felt a soft sheepskin like texture
begin to encase her eyes and blindfold her.  "Oh, damn," she had
though, "I'll never be able to see who's doing this to me now."
The soft blindfold was tightly buckled behind her head, over her
sweat matted hair, as the gentle hands and their even gentler
fingers retreated yet one more time.  As she strained to listen,
Linda heard the clear and unmistakable sound of a zipper being
done or undone and the sound of human flesh rubbing against its
leather encasement, followed by padding, bare feet on the white
matted floor as they advanced around her right side and stopped
in front of her uptilted, rigidly framed and very immobile head.

A finger rimmed her wet wide spread lips and then slide inward to
gently caress her languid, motionless and long unused tongue as
it lay inside the stainless steel ring that kept he mouth propped
open in what had to be a most obscene and inviting way.  The
advancing finger moved over her tongue, then back to her lips,
then back to her tongue until, in utter frustration and frenzy,
she began to lave the finger WITH her tongue and caress it back
as it had caressed her tongue and her lips.  This went on for a
long, long time and as it did, the vibrating, long loving, twin
male artificial "engines" in her behind kept up their constant
rhythm and she started to build slowly toward yet another orgas-
mic peak.  As the sensation grew in her lower belly and spread
upward across her tightly strapped middle, a set of fingers began
to gently enclose and tightly squeeze her left nipple, rolling it
between them, firmly, but gently.  The fingers moved to her right
nipple where they repeated the motion and then retreated.  Sud-
denly, the finger in her mouth slowly retreated and was gently
replaced by an unmistakable object of some considerable size.
"My God," she thought with a start, "IT'S A MAN!"

The fingers that had been teasing and caressing her propped open,
obscenely, spread, sexy lips, and the wet languid tongue within,
suddenly touched her left breast and moved incessantly downward
until they were teasing her left nipple just as the others re-
sumed squeezing and teasing her right nipple.  As they continued
their gentle, squeezing and teasing of her rigid, sensitive,
multiple orgasmic stimulated nipples, her lips felt the slow,
steady advance of a hot  and engorged rigid male organ as it's
head slip over her bottom lip and onto her tongue.  As it had
advanced and passed through the mouth bracing stainless steel
ring, Linda recalled that she had quickly resumed her licking and
laving with her tongue.  Only, this time, she was not attending
to a mere finger.  This time, she was savoring, laving and lick-
ing the REAL THING.  She rolled her tongue across the head of the
slowly advancing male organ and slid it under the rigid edges of
the obviously circumcised head and then slowly rolled her tongue
from one side, down under the head and back up the other side as
far as she could, and the started back around again.

As the sexy, huge member very slowly advanced into her mouth,
through the ring and over her flicking and caressing wet tongue
she felt it relentlessly moving toward the back of her mouth and
her throat.  Gently, it began to retreat from her mouth, sliding
back out through the ring.  With the automatic reaction of a true
"lady of the evening", she curled her lips down around the re-
treating shaft as tightly as she could and rolled her tongue back
and forth, from one side to the other of it and across it's
bottom as she began to suck on the now tightly lip enclosed
forward part of this maddening huge male engine of love and
procreation.  She sucked on it and laped it with her tongue until
it once again began to advance toward her throat; and as it
continued she began to moan and gurgle deep in her throat to give
the possessor of this fleshy engine a sign that she wanted more
of it deep in her mouth --- no, not her mouth --- deep in her
throat.  She sucked him and teased him and licked him and moaned
her assent as he slowly acknowledged her efforts by moving ever
further inward and toward the back of her throat.  All the while,
her suspended nipples were being played with, rolled and squeezed
and tightly caressed with a twin set of gentle talented fingers
and the incessant twin vibrators were stirring her twin lower
canals to yet another bounding, screaming orgasm.  As these five
engines of passion drove her higher and higher, she moaned louder
and louder, emitting gurgling sounds deep within her throat,
inviting him ever onward and into it's warm depths and "grasp".

As the turgid and rigid head of his advancing shaft slide over
her laving tongue and touched the roof of her mouth at the en-
trance to her throat, she took a deep breath, closed her airway
and moaned louder as her tongue urged him forward as her throat
began to open to receive him.  The smell of his aroused male
scent had been strong in her nostrils as that deep breath had
flowed inward to her lungs.

The head slid into her throat and began its journey into a land
only a "lady" of Linda's "profession" had total knowledge of and
could skillfully, totally and unerringly provide.  A land of
contracting throat muscles that normally would be used for quite
another and less savory operation, induced, usually, by a finger
in a bath room.  Linda ovaled her mouth still further and tight-
ened her lips on the middle of the long thick shaft as her throat
received the head and began automatically to contract and con-
vulse around it.  The shaft advanced further and further into her
mouth and down her now rhythmically contracting throat until she
could feel the tickle of male pubic hair on her nose and against
her super sensitized nostrils.

As the distinctly aroused scent of the male owner of this huge,
invading and pulsating organ wafted upward into her airless
nostrils, her body took over completely and began milking the
shaft with tongue, lips and throat muscles in a series of micro-
second spaced contractions and complimenting attentions that
brought a train of flesh encased male sperm across Linda's sensi-
tive and trained tongue.  As the hot fluid streaked over her
tongue and approached the head, Linda tightened her lips rigidly
around the base of the shaft and bore down on the throat encased
head with all her restrained might, griping him tightly and
milking him with rippling muscles.  The hot stream gushed out
into the contracting throat then down toward her inner belly as
she moaned ever louder and began the tell tale signs of yet
another crashing and mind bending orgasm.  As the sperm flowed
into her swallowing and contracting throat, the incessant fingers
tightened down on her nipples with exceptional male strength and
squeezed them and rolled them until they were almost flattened.

The blinding pain in her nipples streaked downward across her
sperm filled belly and met the freight train of a monstrous and
quaking sexual orgasm streaking upwards from her vibrator pene-
trated anal canal and stuffed and tightening sexual passage, and
screamed forward out of her now super-sensitized female folds'
upper reaches and its now thoroughly stimulated and aroused small
releaser of female orgasms to contract muscles and tendons
through the length and breadth of her body.  As the two trains,
one of pain and one of pleasure, met in the reaches of her con-
tracting belly muscles, her throat and tongue and lips went wild
with motion and attention to the now gushing male organ lodged
deep in her contracting throat and wet hot mouth with its laving
tongue and ovaling, contracting lips and cheeks.  Linda's moaning
became the love song of a sexually satisfied female in the throes
of providing the ULTIMATE male pleasure --- the deep throated
ministrations of the male organ --- not a mere "blow job" but the
talented female mouth's SUPREME attention to the male organ and
the ego of the male mind.

And then, as quickly as it had occurred, it was over and the
turgid, still rigid, huge male member was withdrawn from her
throat and the head was sliding across her tongue toward the
portal of her ovaled lips back through the bracing stainless
steel ring to exit the safe harbour of whore Linda's talented
mouth and throat.  As it withdrew Linda exhaled and drew in
another pungent gulp of male scented air and tended to laving the
last vestiges of sperm from its rounded head, until it popped out
of her mouth with a sound similar to a champagne cork leaving a
bottle of vintage Rothschild's.

Only then, did the crushing, yet somehow gentle, fingers release
Linda's flattened nipples.  As they did, the pain screamed back
for brief instant and then slowly radiated outward and retreated
across the expanse of her hanging, sweat drenched breasts.  The
vibrators droned on and on and the pain settled into her body
from head to foot, from the tips of her glove encased stretched
fingers to her leather encased stretched toes.

She listened, trying to hear the male owner of the huge invading
cock she had serviced so well, but all she could hear was the
panting of her breath, the incessant flesh muffled humm of her
twin lower canal invaders and the pounding of her racing heart.

"Linda, you stupid Bitch!  The songs over!  You goin' to dance
all night with no music, you dumb cunt?"

It was B.J.!  My god, I've danced clear through my song, Linda
realized.  With a start, she realized she was staring into the
mirror on the back of the platform at the face of the handsome,
bearded stranger at the end of the U-Shaped Bar.  His pale blue
eyes were locked on hers and as they smiled with a frightening
firmness, the very tip of his tongue rolling around his now
ovaled mouth.  Since he was facing the mirror, no one else saw
what he was doing, but Linda did --- LINDA SAW IT AND BOLTED FROM
THE PLATFORM, DOWN THE STEPS AND INTO THE BACK ROOM, SLAMMING AND
LOCKING THE DOOR BEHIND HER AS SHE SANK INTO THE CHAIR IN FRONT
OF DANCERS DRESSING TABLE AND MIRROR.

She looked down at her pale blue bikini pants and saw a growing
wet spot turning the center of the crotch darker and darker and
darker.  She ignored that and leaned back and let her mind drift
off and back to a younger, panting, hurting, Linda in a Parkers-
burg whores den basement.  Then, as now, her panting breath and
pounding heart, subsided slowly until all was calm except the
slow steady humm of the twin vibrators.

She listened for a telltale sound of her obviously satisfied male
invader and heard none.  Then, above the vibrators and her pound-
ing but slowing heart and subsiding panting breath, she heard the
sound of leather on leather; the telltale sound of two legs
rubbing together in leather pants.  In fact, she thought she
heard several sets of these sounds, simultaneously.

Without any other sounds or any words and without warning, she
felt her knees and lower legs leave the floor and the motion of
her body upward and forward toward the center of the room.  She
could feel a gentle swaying in her downward pointed breasts and
nipples and then she heard a "click" and her left leg straight-
ened out at the hip and at the knee and pointed straight back
from her body and then rotated until it was pointed backward and
outward toward the left at an angle of forty-five degrees to the
axis of her body.  Then a "Snap".  The right leg repeated the
motion, beginning with the tell tale Clicks and ending with the
maddening Snaps.

Another "Click" and then her bent back head and neck were rotated
forward until the top of her head was once again pointed along
the axis of her body and forward and another "Snap".  And then,
yet another set of Clicks and her arms swung forward and upward
until they too pointed along the axis of her body, above (out in
front of?) her head and then were rotated outward to either side
to an angle of forty-five degrees, each, to her body's axis.  And
two more "Snaps".

There, encased in her outlining stainless steel "Iron Maiden's
Frame" and a host of leather straps that bound her immobile into
it, Linda found herself moving forward in a splayed out, sprea-
deagled position, face down with a set of humming vibrators up
her over worked ass and cunt with the sound of leather against
leather coming from the vicinity of tips of her fingers and toes.

And then, she felt the steel rods around her hands and fingers
and to which her gloved/mittened fingers were extended toward and
strapped to, bump something equally metallic and the forward
motion stopped.  A flurry of "Clicks" followed by "Snaps" ensued
along with the sound of leather on leather moving along both
sides of her body some short distance away.  And then the Clicks
and Snaps ceased and the leather on leather sounds retreated and
a heavy metal door clicked shut and there were sounds of it
locking.

Suspended in midair, facing downward, the sweat dripping from her
over worked, pained and tired body, she listened attentively for
a sound --- ANY SOUND --- BUT HEARD NONE!  Only her breathing,
the pounding of her heart and the low, incessant hum of her two
long lodged, bodily invaders.  Nothing else.

Suddenly, a gentle finger settled on her soft under belly, and
another.  They slowly slid through the sweat coated skin below
the ten inch wide belt that anchored her belly to the "Maiden's
Frame" and into her brown, sweat covered pubic hair and ever
downward through it to the upper cleft of her female folds that
covered her sex.  The fingers paused over the now very sore
center of her womanly passions and desires to tease it and roll
it between them, ever so gently and slowly and carefully widen
her slack sexual "lips" as they continued onward until they grasp
the end of the vaginal invader, still humming away, and with a
sudden motion and a slurping "pop" the infernal buzzing imitation
male engine was out of her love canal and buzzing in clear air.
Then it stopped.

The fingers returned, this time at the base of her upward pointed
sweat coated back.  They marched through the field of sweat to
the crack of her behind and spread the cheeks of her buttocks
ever wider as they progressed toward her anus where they stopped
at the anal invader, humming away in her innards.  As before,
there was a sudden motion, followed by a much less slurping but
still wet sounding "pop" and the rear imitation male invader was
heard in clear air and then ceased it buzzing noise.

The fingers returned to her under belly and with them the obvi-
ously large hands of their owner.  They reached under her from
behind and between her wide spread legs and began to rub and
massage her lower belly below the wide restraining belt, where
her muscles hurt so badly.  They kneaded and massaged and ad-
vanced slowly down into her pubic hair and then turned sideways
and began to massage her inner thighs at the juncture of her sex,
working ever away and back toward the knees.

As she hung there in midair, Linda thought about that big hand
balling into a fist and the other hand spreading her wide open as
the fist moved ever forward into her wet, well used, abused and
stretched vaginal passage until the rigid, balled hand was rammed
tightly and thoroughly up inside her stretched passage beyond the
wrist and the hand was uncurling to allow the fingers to caress
the mouth of her smooth cervix and massage the walls of her
insides.  But the hands retreated and the silence returned once
again.  Now ALL she could hear was her heart pounding and her
breath whistling through the stainless steel iron ring in her
mouth and past her lips.

Then, after a long wait, the fingers returned, this time to place
the ball gag into the stainless steel ring inside her mouth, and
then buckle it tightly behind her sweat soaked head, over her
matted hair.  When she had felt it approaching her mouth, she had
ovaled her lips and tried to wrap them around the edges of the
ball, but the straps drew the corners of her mouth back and
prevented that entirely.  The fingers moved upward on the back of
her head which, like her back, faced upward toward the ceiling,
not backward, and they found the buckle of her blindfold.  Ten-
derly they unbuckled the leather blindfold and lowered it from
her eyes.  She looked downward and saw the white mat and the
bottom arc of one of the stainless steel rings in her field of
vision.  To the right side she could see a pair of large, obvi-
ously male, bare feet, with leather pant legs extending up from
them.  She could see nothing else.

The huge stainless steel "mounting ring" had shuddered as its
attached, totally suspended and totally encased sweating, twenty
year old female's body reacted to what its mind finally regis-
tered and began to protest.

LINDA WAS MOUNTED, SPLAYED OUT AND SPREADEAGLED, FACE DOWNWARD,
ON THE MAJESTIC AND OMINOUSLY BEAUTIFUL "RINGS" --- WITH HER
SWEATING SPREAD SEX TOTALLY EXPOSED AND OPEN --- THEY HAD BECOME
HER "MOUNTING RINGS"!!!

As Linda leaned back in the dressing table chair, panting and her
heart pounding, she propped her feet up on the table and closed
her eyes to savour the memory of her shock and surprise in that
fateful basement room in the Parkersburg whores den that night
(or was it now DAY?).

Linda, sitting in the dressing room in a Go-Go bar, contemplated
with anticipation, the memory of what she had next experienced in
that long, long ago and far away time.



Anakha.
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