Message-ID: <3295eli$9708241039@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/3295.txt> From: anakha@clara.net (anakha) Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - Linda's Epic Adventures in Life (1/14) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <5tos9t$buk$5@eros.clara.net> ***************************************************************************** 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 ****************************************************************************** Part 1 - Chapter 1 "The Meeting - No Words Required!" It was Happy Hour and the customers were just beginning to filter in from their daily routines to sit down and have a cold one and watch a little pseudo pornographic "art", go-go and strip dancing, ala Linda style. The Happy Hour shift started with B.J. doing her thing in her usual wanton and sexy way in the bright orangish red bikini top and bottom --- whirling around the poles on the raised stage, pole clasped firmly between her slim, white legs with a high on the pole start and a slow twirling slide to the floor of the platform. "Damn!" Linda thought to herself. "That bitch has got to be getting it off with that pole --- I'd go nuts with that thing stuffed up against my pussy twirling round like that and sliding down that god damn pole. Phew! It's no wonder they call her B.J.! That's probably all she can do after a night of THAT!" The song ended on the juke box and another started. Linda remembered that that was number three for B.J. and that she had to start pumping her dance songs into the box pretty soon 'cause she was up next with her set of three. She walked over to the Juke Box slowly in her see-through wrap, scanning the customers to see who she'd focus her attentions on this time up. "Boy, she thought, these guys look dead! This is goin' to be a damn tough shift!" Almost as bad as her hookin' days in Parkersburg at the 'Club' before Johnny came along and knocked her up and then slipped her out of the place. As Linda stood at the machine she thought back about Parkersburg and Chris, the Club Boss and his bitch, Hilda, who kept the girls in line. And, when they didn't stay in line, set em up for a session with Chris in the special, frightening room in the basement. "God," she thought, "I'll never forget the first time I fucked up and that bitch dragged me down there --- NEVER!" She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, thinking back to that terrible night when that big drunken son of bitch from the Shell Refinery over in Belpre had snuck up behind her at the bar and about twisted her tits off. When she stopped screaming at him and thought she had him calmed down some, he rammed his hand into her crotch and shoved his index finger up her ass as his thumb went up her pussy, panties and all, and started to literally lift her up off the stool that way. Thinking quickly, she had grabbed a beer bottle and smashed the big dumb bastard over the head, screaming her head off the whole time. Goddamn that had hurt as he tried to close his index finger and thumb together while they were driven deep in her ass and up her cunt with her pants wrapped around them. When the beer bottle hit him, he dropped like a rock. The next thing she knew, Hilda was all over her ass, twisting her arm behind her back and slapping the shit out of her face. Hilda shoved her arm up behind her back to her goddamn neck, bent her over almost double at the waist and marched her out the back door toward the stairs leading up to the "party rooms" and down to the basement. "Oh God, if I'd known what was in that black vinyl covered room in the basement with the mirrored ceiling and about all that `equipment' sitting in the room, I'd have let the son of a bitch shove his fucking fist up my ass, never mind a little old finger and some black panties!" Linda thought. The memories flowed back with increasing detail, igniting fear in her brain and making her break out in a cold sweat (and starting the juices flowing in her pussy, much to her dismay). She stood up against the wall and let her mind race back to that night. Hilda, instead of hustling her upstairs to chew her ass out and slap her around, wheeled her past the stairs leading to the party rooms upstairs and hustled her down the stairs and into a room she had never seen before, across from the foot of the stairs, and had only heard fearful rumours about from the rest of the whores in the place. They didn't talk about it much and didn't care to, or so it seemed. She'd always wondered why. That night she found out --- in spades! Hilda stripped her house coat off her and ripped her top and panties off almost in one motion with Linda still practically doubled over standing on her feet and her arm shoved up behind her back almost to the top of her head, now. "You goddamn dumb whore!" screamed Hilda, "How many fucking times do I have to tell you I handle the assholes and you don't ever, ever hit 'em with anything unless they ask you to, UPSTAIRS! --- and then only after they've paid double for the S&M Scene trick! I'm tired of this shit from you! When I get through with you down here you are goddamn sure goin' to remember that, you little Delaware whore --- and when Chris, `The Rammer' finishes with you, after I get tired, you won't do shit unless you ask me or him first; bet on it, bitch!" About then Linda suddenly realized it was damn warm in that room. And dim. It seemed like it was a hundred and twenty degrees. As she looked around from her upsidedown position she saw ring bolts in a cloth vinyl padded floor of pure white mats with buttons holding the mat down in that upholstered look. But as her eyes wandered back and forth she saw a lot more. There were two big rings, one inside the other, one on a pivot up into the ceiling and down into the floor and the other on pivots or shafts through the first one extending out sideways either way midway between the floor and the ceiling. She couldn't see well with her god- damn hair hanging down all over, but she saw that the inside ring had little D-Rings welded to it all the way around it's circum- ference about a foot or so apart (D-Rings were something she learned about later and would never ever forget!). The two gimbaled rings (like the frames of those spinning gyroscopes they use in airplanes, boat compasses and the like) were HUGE; they were at least, if not more than, eight foot in diameter, very sturdy, just standing there one inside the other in stark stainless steel majesty like some abstract or modern art painting. As her clothes were shredded from her she spotted another object off in the corner sitting on the pure white matted floor. It looked like a chair of some kind except that it had an outline like a human body and leather straps dangling down from it every- where she looked. The straps were riveted or bolted to the sides of the human figure outline of the chair so that they ran between heavy stainless steel rods that defined the out line of the human figure and they ran on the under and back sides of the "chair" and the buckle end and loops to insert in the buckles dangled down off the rivets or bolts on the front of the back and legs of the "chair" and the top of the "seat" and arms. "What the shit is this place," she'd thought, and "what the hell are they going to do with me?" She didn't have to wait for long to get her answer, she remembered. Hilda quickly walked her, bent double, over to the "Chair" and slammed her into the seat with her arm still crammed up to the top of her head. She slammed her other arm down on the leather straps running across in between the two stainless steel arm rods and quickly buckled one of the many straps over her forearm and another over her upper arm. She jumped to the other side of the gleaming stainless steel chair and did the same trick with her other arm. It was then that Linda looked up and saw the mirrored ceiling and black walls --- BLACK VINYL PADDED WALLS! And back behind the gimbaled huge stainless steel rings standing out in stark reality, she could vaguely see things hanging on the vinyl wall. LOT'S OF THEM. She couldn't see em well, but they looked like straps and balls and hoods and whips and all sorts of kinky shit. About that time, she remembered, Hilda slammed her lower leg into one of the "Chair's" legs in front and buckled it in tight. She repeated the process with the other leg and then continued up to the seat where she buckled her thighs in tight with 4" wide leather straps attached to the chair so that her thighs sat on the bottom riveted part of the strap and they came up through her thighs, right in front of her pubic hair covered crotch, and only fractions of an inch away from it. When Hilda had buckled the thigh straps, her legs were an integral part of the steel rods and leather straps that encased part of her legs. The stainless steel rods on the insides of her legs ended right in front of her pussy while the outside ones went up her outside upper leg(s) past her hip(s) and on up her sides behind her upper arms and on up over her head and joined together there. Next came a huge, wide strap (it must have been 8 or 10 inches wide, at least) which was pulled across her flat stomach and navel and buckled so tight it almost took her breath away (and, of course, it ran across her lower back behind her, also). Then came the straps across the upper and lower part of her chest above her pert little tits, which by now were sweat covered with her nipples sticking out like peaks on a mountain, and just about as hard as the mountain's rocks. She was about to say something to Hilda, she remembered now, when Hilda slammed another leather strap across her mouth; but this one was different. It had a ring in the middle of it and as Hilda pulled the hard stainless steel ring and strap arrangement across in front of her mouth as if to buckle it on the other side, Hilda punched the center of the wide tummy belt so hard Linda's mouth flew open. In one swift motion Hilda pulled the strap/ring combination deep into Linda's mouth so that the ring was completely behind her teeth, held there by the straps cutting painfully and deeply into either side of her mouth and jamming her mouth wide open with the ring just inside holding it that way. Linda remembered she started to scream and protest and Hilda simply walked to the other end of the room and got a ball with a leather strap through it, came back, wrapped the strap around behind her head over the stainless steel rods that bracketed either side of her head, spun the ball around so it was in her mouth, walked behind and buckled it down tight. Linda remembered vividly the ball being jammed into her mouth so it sat in the stainless steel ring that held her mouth open wide. Christ, she was scared! She begged, she mumbled, she cried, but not a word came out; and meanwhile, Hilda had gone ahead and wrapped a wide strap over her neck and buckled it and one across her forehead and buckled it, TIGHT! It was then that Linda realized she was being strapped into some goddamn kind of steel body frame chair with the stainless steel rods running along the outside edges of her body, legs, arms, and head, complete. Hilda went back over her arms and legs and torso and connected MORE straps so that Linda had a leather strap over just about every six to eight inches of her body and was about a quarter to a third covered with tightly buckled down straps from head to foot. When Hilda was done, she stood back and looked at her handiwork, then walked over to the far wall and came back with weird looking glove like things, four of them with two buckles and laces about where the wrist would be and a huge three inch strap sewn to the top or back of the hand portion and a buckle sewn to the palm. She jammed them on Linda's hands and buckled each of the two small straps after lacing up each "glove", (actually a mitten). The process was repeated with Linda's feet, using form fitting, soft leather boots made the same way, like the mittens; soft boots or something, Linda remembered. Then Hilda pulled the big straps on the gloves and boots forward and ran them over the stainless steel that looped around front of Linda's feet and hands in from one steel rod on one side to the other rod on the other side. Hilda pulled each of the four straps tight and buckled them into the sewn buckles on Linda's palms and the bottom of her feet so that her hands and were stretched out straight from her arms and her feet pointed like a ballet dancer. Then and only then did Hilda stop and relax. She looked down at Linda with pure hate and absolute lust in her eyes and said "Welcome to Hilda's `Palace', Linda, you bitch! You are sitting in my masterpiece that I developed when I got tired of you whores trying to kick the hell out of me when I was working you over and which I also developed because it makes you totally helpless and completely at my mercy. But you ain't seen nothin' yet my pretty! This little `chair' you're sitting in is much more than a chair." And with that she tipped the "chair" forward so that Linda was hanging from it, her stomach horizontal, looking at the floor, her head horizontal, on her knees. She maneuvered the elbow part of what Linda had earlier thought were just armrests for her arms, on each side, so that Linda's arms straightened out instead of being bent as they were when she was strapped into this thing and so her stretched hands and finger tips pointed straight down at the floor and the hoops at the ends of the hands touched the pure white vinyl cushioned floor. Hilda walked around behind and in a short while Linda's legs spread out so her knees were about two foot apart. Linda remembered she heard something lock or snap as her knees were spread and locked in that position. The next thing that happened to her was her head being raised up and back as the frame along her neck was unlocked and pivoted so that her neck was pulled back and locked in posi- tion. Now she was on her hands and knees with her head raised up looking forward toward the dimly illuminated wall full of strange looking devices --- that "kinky" stuff. Linda stood by the Juke box shivering, thinking about being stark ass naked in that black room with it's mirrored ceiling and white vinyl matted floor, tied immobile --- tied --- hell --- strapped into a goddamn human shaped frame that held her like an "Iron Lady" of old but with one big difference. Her whole fucking body had been exposed and her tits hung down between the chest straps. But the thing that brought back memories of terror and fear and, at the same time, made her juices flow down her vaginal walls, as it still did --- NOW! --- was the way her pussy and asshole were sticking out as she was immobilized with her arms and hands straight down, on her knees, lower legs and the tops of her feet pulled back to the frame so her toes were pointed backwards. As she shivered and her juices flowed, leaning up against the wall in the little Go-Go Lounge years later, she remembered vividly what Hilda did next. "Well, honey, you're mine now until I give you over to the Rammer and then you'll find out why the bad girls named him that. His name's really Chris, but the `Rammer' he definitely earned, as you will soon find out! But you won't ever again call him by that name or any other but MASTER, nor will you call me by any other name but MISTRESS, in front of either of us. What you call us when we aren't around is your business, but after tonight and tomorrow and tomorrow night and for as long as it takes, we're MISTRESS and MASTER to you or you stay in that fucking training frame and in this room FOREVER, Bitch! Understand?" Linda remembered she couldn't answer Hilda --- M I S T R E S S! --- because she couldn't move a muscle and she was gagged with that big ring in her mouth and the ball in the ring. She remembered that she blinked at Mistress several times and Mistress nodded ever so slightly, and then slid her hand up under Linda's hanging pert, pointed small breasts and caressed them and ran her finger tips over the nipples making Linda shudder and the erotic feelings begin to flow from her breasts down to her pussy which was already starting to get very very wet, both from sweat and from her vaginal juices. Mistress continued to caress her tits, Linda recalled, and as she did she started telling Linda that this was the last night they'd ever look that way again. That made no sense to her until Mistress explained that Mistress and Master were going to "fix" her so she could be strung up by her nipples in the future, ANY TIME THEY WISHED IT. Linda stood against the wall next to the Juke Box and rubbed her arm over her breasts, feeling the little gold rings under her bikini top where they ducked into and out of her nipples. "That was years ago," she thought, "and I still have them there! God they feel good," she thought, "but they didn't THEN. I was scared shitless, sweating like the whore that I was, after a twenty stud gang bang, down in that hot basement room, dripping sexual juices through my sweat." Linda's mind floated back to that night, again, and with her arm rubbing over her golden ringed nipples, she once more drifted back to a recollection of what Mistress had done next. Hilda went to the wall and came back with two dildos about as big as Linda had ever seen before (she'd seen much bigger since!) and, with an almost gentleness, Mistress shoved one in Linda's up- turned, doggy fashion, ass and one in her now flowing pussy (not really flowing because pussies don't flow, --- Cocks do, pussies don't --- but really well lubricated!). Linda felt Mistress turn something on and her Pussy and Ass came alive as the twin vibra- tors started to work at low speed. It felt good, she remembered; the twin, artificial, vibrating male organs had been stuffed in her nether holes to the hilt, barely sticking out; she had felt that --- really well! She watched attentively as Hilda walked by her to the wall on the other side of the gimbaled rings and took down a small whip of some kind with wicked looking, short leather strands hanging from it. Mistress walked up to her and held the whip by it's handle so the strands hung down in front of Linda's eyes. "Ever seen a `Pussy Whip' Linda --- 'Slave Linda'?" Mistress asked. The answer was eye blinking again. It was the best she could do. Mistress smiled and walked around behind. The next thing Linda heard --- Slave Linda --- was a whirring sound followed by the tips of the "Pussy Whip" striking her pussy, her asshole, her ass cheeks and her underbelly and thighs as it whipped around in it's vicious circle. As Linda stood up against the wall next to the music machine here years later she remembered how Mistress had continued to whip her pussy and asshole with that thing as the two artificial cocks buzzed away in her vagina and ass canal and the smell of sweat, pre-orgasm juices and pure raw leather and steel permeated her nostrils. She remembered that she started to sweat even more and the water dripped off her as the whip swished round and round catching the folds over her clit as it went up toward her under- belly. And she remembered how, despite everything she could do to prevent it, which physically was next to nothing, she had slowly built to the biggest, pain wracked orgasm she'd ever had as the frame she was bound to vibrated with her attempted contor- tions from the orgasm's crest. The whip never stopped, though, and in a few minutes she was back up again, only this time it hurt like hell as she built up to it but the orgasms peak gave brief exploding and intense pleasure followed by severe pain and cramps all over her lower body and up into her insides themselves. And each time the orgasm subsided, Mistress reached down and turned up the speed another notch on one of the vibrators. Standing here now she couldn't remember how many times that happened but she remembered the pleasure and the infernal pain that always came with it. It went on for what seemed like hours and she couldn't do a thing to stop it. Pussy whip, notch up on the vibrator(s), orgasm, pleasure, blinding pain, then start over again and again and again. As Linda stood there next to the Juke box, she thought about how after that long, long session with Mistress and Master, she had never again been able to have a "normal" orgasm in normal fucking unless someone pulled hard on her nipple rings or whipped her pussy while she was trying to get off --- except for one other way --- when she had a big hard loving cock in her mouth, kneel- ing on her knees with the guy standing in front of her with her hair wrapped in his fingers and him pumping her mouth back and forth on his cock. That got to her, too. But after that night and the days and nights that followed, pleasure and pain were to be forever wed for her and never to be separated. "Linda! You going to stand there day dreaming all day or are you going to play your fucking songs, bitch?" It was B.J. and the music had stopped and the stage inside the U- Shaped bar was empty. "Oh Shit," Linda thought. "Let's get our act together, woman --- NOW!" She plugged the quarters in the machine, punched in her "numbers" and started back behind the leg of the bar's "U" between it and the back wall and mounted the stairs to the stage. As she turned toward the mirrored back wall behind the stage, which ran all across the wall, from it's floor to it's ceiling, she was again reminded of those goddamn hellish (but never to be forgotten, and perhaps, even appreciated, if not loved and feared at the same time), days in Parkersburg, West Virginia and her very first Mistress and very first Master, and the first, long nights and days in their "care" as they brought her to a lifetime understanding of her formerly hidden sexually submissive underpinnings and deep seated sexual cravings to be dominated by the right "MASTER", (and, sometimes, but not often --- MISTRESS! "That fucking Johnny saved me from myself and them, the son of a bitch," she thought. "But he never took the rings out of me, did he?" she mused. Nobody ever would, for very long; not even Linda --- pretty, sexually submissive and subser- vient --- Slave Linda --- for she had grown to love them as a part of her sexy, if somewhat "different" body and mentality. "I wonder if I'm going to find the right man tonight?" she thought. And by right she knew exactly what she meant --- A MASTER --- who understood --- Slave Linda and her REAL NEEDS AND DESIRES --- some guy who could be tender and loving and yet could put her through her "paces" and make her AGAIN feel what she had felt that night and the nights and days that followed in Parkers- burg. She looked in the mirror on the wall as she started to gyrate her ass and move her little tits back and forth, and out of the corner of her eyes, she could see a tall, heavy dude with a beard and moustache looking back at her in the mirror. She turned her head away and went through her routine all the way to the end of the song and then stood there looking in the mirror at "him" --- was he a Master? Did he understand? He had kind eyes but he looked big, mean and forceful --- "We shall see, my kind eyed big brute of a friend" --- she loved big men and beards because her first Master in that basement room in Parkersburg had been and had both --- "we shall see --- when I get through these next two songs, what you are indeed made of and why" --- "you may be the guy I've been looking for ever since Parkersburg". 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