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Subject: Conquoring Texas, 2 - D/s, B/D, cons M/F/f

Conquoring Texas, part II

	She slumped, exhausted, as the last waves of the final orgasm
rippled through her. Her breathing was deep and ragged and she was
throbbing from temples to toes in time with the heavy thudding of her
heart. Even as her mind drifted, she could feel the impaling toys
being slowly, gently, slipped from her and his strong hands gently
taking her by the shoulders, easing her over off the redheads' lap,
until she lay, spent, along the couch.
	The redhead rose and together they arranged Susan's form on
her side, so that the still bound hands against her spine would not
dig in and cause her discomfort.
	She wanted to whisper her thanks, but the knot of the scarf
that filled her mouth would have made that impossible, so she simply
moaned her appreciation for their tender care. She felt the blanket
gently spread over her and a moment later the warmth of his breath
against her cheek as he leaned down to softly brush his lips there.
	"You are wonderful" he whispered. "Rest now."
	And she floated off to sleep.
	
	She had no idea how long she was unconscience, but when
wakefulness welled up in her, it came with full force. She opened her
eyes and was surprised at how fresh and alert she felt. She was still
covered with the blanket and her hands were still snugly bound behind
her, but as she slumbered the gag had been removed. She felt
wonderful.
	She allowed herself a long, slow, luxurious stretch, pointing
her toes, causing the blanket to slip down, revealing her breasts,
followed by a soft sigh of contentment.
	But then she immediately began to grow a bit antsy, wondering
whether or not she should try to shift herself up or remain in the
position she currently occupied... whether she was allowed to move.
Glancing around, she saw and sensed that she was alone in the room.
	She debated calling out, to see if she could make it known
that she was awake at last, but thought better of it. Instead she
decides to risk rising.
	Working her legs bicycle fashion the bundled the blanket up
and kicked her feet free of it, then shifted and pulled herself up to
a sitting position, pausing to flex her shoulders and hands. She was
glad to discover there was no tingling or discomfort.
	She looked around the room, waiting a long moment to see if
anyone would come in, then almost with a shrug to herself, rose to her
feet and moved toward the doorway to the rest of the house, almost
tiptoeing...
	
	She heard the low murmur of voices from within the half open
door to her bedroom, which caused her to pause a moment. But then she
moved slowly towards it, hoping that she was making enough noise to be
noticed but not enough that is would be obvious she was announcing her
arrival.
	Reaching the door she leaned one shoulder against it and
pushed lightly. It swung open and her view of the room widened.
	What she saw made her gasp.
	The redhead was lounging on the bed, a leg drawn up
seductively, her arms clasped behind her head, a wicked smile on her
face, and her attention was focused on where he was just finishing
stringing a rope through a gleaming eyebolt at the top of... the
contrivance....
	Susan blinked into the room and stared at the bed...
	Attached to each of the corners now was a tall, thick,
square-shaped post, jutting up to almost shoulder height, held against
the sturdy frame of the bed by large clamps. And glistening in the top
of each was a large eyebolt, through which ropes had been laced.
	Susan gasped, instantly causing two sets of eyes to focus on
her. The redhead pushed herself up onto one elbow and smiled at her
broadly.
	"Well, well... Sleeping beauty is alive... and I didn't even
get to kiss her."
	"Why don't you take care of that now?" he said, tossing her a
half-grin before turning his attention back to threading the rope
through the last of the eyebolts.
	The redhead turned to look at him, her face almost betraying
surprise, but then she arched her eyebrows as if accepting some sort
of unspoken challenge and slipped off the side of the bed, moving
toward where Susan stood with a cat-like grace.
	Susan could feel her muscles tightening with wariness as the
woman stepped up to her, but before she could mutter a protest, the
redheads arm was reaching out, cupping the back of her head, drawing
her close and then their lips were pressing together, firmly, yet
gently.
	Susan whimpered, unsure of what to think or feel, but then she
felt the soft, warm lips of the redhead part and the brush of the
tongue, sliding gently along her own, teasingly, before slipping
between them. Susan felt her legs growing weak, even as the redheads
other hand slid around her waist and pulled her close, the kiss now a
swirling, probing invasion of her soul. Tentatively Susans own tongue
brushed outwards, searching, and the kiss deepened.
	The redheads hand trailed over Susan's spine, down the soft
curve of her buttock, pausing to cup it lightly, before slipping over
her hip and between her thighs. Susan trembled as she felt the
fingertip begin to probe, brushing her sex, tickling it, teasing
it....
	The redhead moaned softly. feeling Susan's wetness, and the
kiss deepened yet again, heating and quickening.
	"Now now" he said, quietly "let's not get carried away...."
	The redhead lingered for a moment before breaking the embrace
and withdrawing her hand with a sharp sigh, tossing Susan a wicked
smile. Then, almost thoughtlessly, her hand slipped up to Susan's
breast, her fingers clamping on a single nipple, squeezing it with
enough force to cause Susan to moan and bend slightly.
	But the redhead merely giggled and pulled on the throbbing
knot of flesh, causing Susan to step forward... leading her, slowly,
across the room toward the bed.
	She guided Susan to the side of the bed across from where he
stood, smiling at her.
	"This is something special, my love" he said quietly. "Sit
down, in the center of the bed, facing the foot."
	Susan looked down at the bed and for the first time noticed
the oddly shaped piece of cloth that was spread on top of it. It
seemed at first glance somewhat irregular, long but with strange
indents in its width... and at each of the corners of it were the
other ends of the ropes which ran up and through the eyebolts on the
posts that now encompassed the beds corners.
	A loud crack and a stinking on her backside caused her to
flinch and yelp, more in shock then actual pain. The redhead drew back
her hand and leaned around from beside Susan to look at her,
pointedly.
	"Didn't you hear your Master?"
	Susan simply gasped and nodded sharply, then eased her way
onto the bed, struggling to shuffle across it on her knees to the
indicated place, pausing the keep from tumbling over, her bound hands
not helping this maneuver. But at last she was in a position where she
managed to lower herself onto one hip, then roll slightly and wind up
sitting as ordered, her backside resting just off the end of the
strangely shaped piece of cloth, facing the foot of the bed.
	"Now" he said "stay very still for just a moment..."
	He moved up the side of the bed and knelt behind her, and she
could feel her bound hands being gently pulled slightly out from her
spine, and then something slipped between her arms and her back,
pulled up until one end of it was being held up against the back of
her neck. She realized it was the strangely shaped cloth.
	"Now, lay down" he said.
	Susan slowly lowered herself back, shifting her arms so that
when at last her back was against the soft mattress her wrists were
pressing up into the top of her backside, just under the cloth on
which she now lay.
	He stepped back to survey her with a critical eye, before
nodding to himself, seemingly satisfied.
	"Yes" he said, almost as if thinking out loud "that will do
nicely..."
	Then he was in motion again, moving toward the foot of the
bed. But even as Susan attempted to focus her attention on what he
might be planning, she saw the redhead lower herself onto the bed next
to her, lean down and press her lips against Susan's once more, this
time open, probing and passionate, while at the same time she felt the
hand brush her stomach and being to sweep over her, trailing up to cup
her breasts, flick at her nipple before dragging down and slipping
between her thighs which opened to recieve the touch.
	Susan vaguely sensed something at her ankles, but her mind was
fixed on the delicious sensations rippling through her from this
woman's touch, the probing brush of her tongue, her fingertips. And
even as she began to once again surrender herself to the lust building
in her own body, the redhead was moving, rising, leaving her gasping
and tingling and untouched.
	Then she felt herself being raised, the cloth on which she
rested pulling taut beneath her and then lifting from the mattress and
it was only then that she could truly sense her predicament.
	She had been lain on some sort of sling, the cloth cut and
shaped to bear her up like a pair of giant hands beneath her backside
and spine, while allowing her to feel vulnerable and light, as if
perched on a tiny, soft shelf. And even though her instinct was to
plant her feet to gain some sense of solidity, she instantly realized
that was impossible, as he had lashed her ankles with scarves to the
supporting ropes that ran to the tops of the posts at the bottom
corners of her bed.
	She felt her body lifted as he pulled on the ends of the
ropes, drawing the cloth up, tighter and tighter. How he had managed
it rig them she did not know, but in a very short while she found
herself laid out virtually flat, almost floating, suspended, above her
own bed.
	She felt something at her wrists, which were still bound
together but now beneath the supporting surface on which she lay, and
craned her neck to see the redhead kneeling beside her, the long end
of a rope trailing out from where she was attaching one end of it to
Susan's bound wrists. Then she moved to the foot of the bed and gently
began pulling the rope, which in turn pulled on Susan's helpless arms,
causing her back to bow slightly, her head to tip backwards until she
was looking at the head of her own bed with an upside down gaze. She
felt the wrist rope being secured to the foot of the bed and a wave of
helplessness and excitement rolled through her. In this position, they
could do anything to her they desired, and she was without the least
ability to prevent it...
	"Oooohhhh" she heard the redhead moan softly, "she's so
delicious."
	"Yes, I know" he replied from somewhere between Susan's
splayed and pinioned legs.
	"So" the redhead said quietly, almost a cruel giggle coloring
her voice "do you think she has any idea what's going to happen to
her?"
	"I sincerely doubt it" he said, almost casually...
	..and an instant later Susan felt the probing at the lips of
her sex, as his finger slid between them and began to slowly tickle,
up and down along its length, teasing and testing her.
	"God" the redhead breathed, almost awed "she's so wet."
	Susan felt the finger finally begin to plunge, slowly, into
her sex, and slowly withdraw, the first stroking into her causing her
to moan as the waves of pleasure flooded up from her sex and into her
entire body.
	"Yes.... she certainly is" he said, almost a whisper.
	...and the finger slid into her once more, this time with a
second beside it, beginning to spread her slightly.
	"You know" the redhead said quietly "I've never watched this
happen to anyone before. I wonder what it must feel like."
	...the two fingers slowly stroked into Susans' sex, curling
slightly with each deep plunge, sending shivers through her. And then
on one slow stroke, as they slipped almost free of her body, they
returned, impaling her once more... and this time they were three...
	Susan could feel the fluttering in her stomach, like the
ripples on a trembling pond surface, and the waves of sensations
mounted through her. She could feel the trio of fingers stroking into
her, gently yet firmly, steadily... she could feel her sex clenching
as they withdrew, as if reluctant to lose them... she could feel
herself dripping, a tiny trickle of her own lust tickling down to
dance, like a dewdrop on the tight rosebud of her asshole, and even
this tiny sensation seemed magnified....
	"You should ask her" he was saying, calmly "if she can
remember..."
	...and as the fingers slowly stroked into her she realized
they were now four... like a blunted, massive spearhead impaling her,
probing deep, to her very center, where they paused to stroke the cap
of her cervix shooting an altogether new sensation throughout her body
and causing her to growl with a mindless animal sound that tappered
off to a whimper-like sob...
	"She's so hot" the redhead breathed in amazement. "Do it. Do
it now..."
	The impaling fingers drew back slowly, leaving her sex feeling
as if her very soul were being withdrawn along with them, but before
they slipped from her and left her vacant and hollow, she felt them
begin sliding into her once more, and this time she realized that his
entire hand was impaling her.... filling her.... gently raping her...
	She wailed with a sound announcing she knew not what, as the
hand filled her sex, the fingers curling down to form a fist inside
her, and then slowly begin to rotate deep inside.
	Susan's entire body shuddered under the onslaught of pleasure
and pure overload of sensations that tore through her. It was more
intense than any orgasm she had ever experienced, and yet she somehow
knew that she had not yet reached that climax... that this firey
consumming blaze was still only the building toward something
otherworldly and shattering. The hand inside her moved slowly, turning
back and forth, pressing and drawing slightly, brushing and stretching
every inner surface of her, places that had never been touched or
teased or known pleasure before.
	Her mind dissolved, all thought fleeing under the onslaught,
leaving only a throbbing, aching, rippling organism of nerve-endings
and pleasure to endure the sweet assault.
	Somewhere far away, she vaguely became aware that her head was
being cupped and lifted, and then the scent of pure animal lust was
against her, an instant before moist flesh was pressed against her
lips.
	The redhead straddled Susan's head, her legs spread wide,
pressing the helpless submissive's lips against her own throbbing sex.
She began to roll her hips, forward and back, brushing her own moist
arousal over Susan's mouth, which seemed to instinctively open... and
then the tongue was against her, sliding between the dripping folds of
flesh and against her clit. With a growl of lust the redhead began to
rock her hips, taking up a rhythm borne of pure need as she firmly but
gently took to raping Susan's mouth.
	He slowly leaned over from where he was kneeling between
Susan's suspended body, his free hand brushing over her backside, and
in one slow, steady movement, a single finger found and invaded her
ass, at the moment his own tonguetip brushed over and sent the first
electric explosion into Susan's clit.
	The screams of both woman were a cry of dying angels,
blazing....
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