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Subject: {ASSM} Olde N Breeds5/?{Rusty Magill}(BDSM)
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Date: Wed, 01 Feb 2006 10:10:09 -0500
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Olde N Breeds5/?{Rusty Magill}(BDSM)
    Alana wakens with the light of dawn and the brightness of snow through 
her window.  Still the wind is blowing the snow as it falls from the heavy 
clouds.  Her body sore, no place to pick as sore, just her body.  Her mind slowly 
remembering the previous evening and night.  So long, so very long, and all the 
pain and also the pleasure.  
    Pushing down her covers, she looks at her body.  Lines of red 
crisscrossing across all of her flesh.  Where the wax had been close, red splotchs.  
Looking down at her mound, bare of all hair.  Her lower lips still swollen with 
the abuse.  Questioning in her mind, was the pain worth the pleasure?  Sliding 
her feet off the bed, she slids on soft doeskin slippers.  Her legs sore, 
supporting her body.  Each step as she moves gingerly towards the kitchen area, a 
tortured movement.
    Moving to the oven, she takes buckets and pumps water into each and then 
the metal pails, she places on the oven.  Working the banked ashes into a 
flame, she adds more wood to the stove.  Pulling the bathing tub near the oven, 
she starts to fill with cold well water.  The indoor pumping, freshe water and 
drain for discharging the water, an unusual feature of any home.  Sitting on a 
seat with a hole in the middle, the woman releases a stream of hot urine.  
Then connecting a pipe to the well pump, it flushes the bodily fluid down a 
covert and out of the encampment.
    Taking ladle after ladle of fresh water, the woman temporarily  quenches 
her thrist.  Her throat parched and sore.  Walking to a full length looking 
glass in her room, she views the reddened flesh of her body, both front and 
back.  The bites on her shoulder and lower back.  Bruising a nice black/bluish.  
Touching all parts of her body, draws notice of the various forms of torture 
that were inflicted upon her.
    Wondering in her mind, what Patric's reaction will be upon his return.  A 
shiver courses through her body at the thought.  Looking in her mirror at the 
dungeon door, she sees that it is bolted.  Knowing that the water would be 
awhile to heat up, she decides to view the area of her recent pain.  What needs 
to be cleaned and straightened before her companion and master's return?  It 
will be days before the marks of the evening will be erased from her body. 
    Throwing on a flannel robe the woman, unlatches the dungeon door and 
slowly eases her way down the stair.  Each step is a step of soreness.  Sort of 
like the feeling you get when thrown from a horse; but in places you wouldn't 
expect the aches.  The dungeon is still lit by a lantern and some dying embers 
by the fireplace.  A noise by the fireplace grabs her attention.  Not the 
crackling of wood or the settling of ashes; but the sound of someone breathing 
heavily.  Still two steps to go, and then she faintly discerns the outline in the 
area of the noise.  Someone is sleeping, quite noisely.  Creeping closer, she 
now sees the outline of the dwarf, lying on a bench by the fire.  A length of 
chain from ankle to a beam running to the ceiling.
    A shiver of apprehension fills the half-elf woman.  The pain that this 
person enflicted was overwhelming.  The humiliation of being peddled as a common 
whore.  Total degradation.  At least she had not begged.  She might well 
have, had she been not gagged most of the ordeal.  Quickly she surveyed the room.  
Many objects out of place; but the elf had cleaned the bodily fluids from the 
floor and implements of pain.
    Gliding as only one with elven blood could, she noiselessly ascends the 
stairs and bolts and locks the door.  Tears glistening as she makes her way to 
the kitchen area.  Pouring buckets of boiling water in the wooden tub, steam 
rises.  A cleansing powder and a spice to add aroma, the woman lets her robe 
puddle around her feet.  Taking off the soft slippers, she steps into the tub.  
Warmth permeates her feet and ankle and then calves.  As she kneels, her 
thighs feel the heat, then her genitals and cheeks.  Gingerly she sits in the long 
tub and then eases her body till only her head is above the level of the 
water.  Resting against the back of the tub, her body soaking, feeling the aches 
and pain, sucked from her sore flesh.  A heavy feeling of drowsiness fills her 
mind.  
    Having washed and soaked, the woman, climbs from the tub, toweling her 
body with a thick cloth.  Her shoulders black and blue from the stocks and a 
series of teeth marks outlined on the back of her shoulder and lower back, 
highlights.  Red lines crisscrossing her body, and a feeling of raw flesh in her 
genitals and anus.  Both puffy with the heavy usage and unusual stretching of 
flesh and muscle.  Eyes red and puffy,  mouth and lips still dry and parched.
    A long draught of cold water, temporarily easing her thrist, and liberal 
daubs of salve on her shoulders and teeth circles and genitals and anus.
    Finally tired and ah so weary, the young woman, pulls on her robe and 
walks slowly to her bed.   Throwing some wood on all the fires, as she passes, 
she climbs into her bed and pulling the covers falls again into a deep sleep.
    A tapping awakens her,  covers around her arms, she finally locates the 
sound.  It is coming from the main room.  The tapping again and then she hears 
the great front door swing open.  A blast of cold air and a howling of wind 
advance across the room to the bedroom.  "Lady Alana", a voice calls softly, 
then the light patter of feet across the room to the bedroom.  Again her name is 
called, turning from her side, she looks across to the see the elf standing at 
the foot of her bed.
    "Do you need anything Lady?  I was about to bring in more wood for the 
fires.  The heavy snow has delayed the sleds.  It will probably be tomorrow 
noon; before the column will make it to the gates."  Glancing at the locked door, 
the elf waits a reply.
    "Turn your back," the woman commands.  Pulling off the covers the woman, 
pulls on her robe and steps into her soft slippers.  The elf back to the 
woman, sees the red striped flesh of her well muscled body.  Heavy globes of 
breasts and the freshly shaved mons. The mirror in the corner gives a nice view in 
the corner of his eye.  The woman glances that way also, as she reveals her 
body to his hooded eyes.  Even lined with her torture, she is lovely and sensual. 
 The elf had been good to her; when the dwarve abused her body.  Taking pity 
or feeling guilt.
    "Turn around," she commands.  The flannel robe fails to hide the charms 
of the tall woman.  Rounded curves lush and pronounced.  "Yes.  Please bring me 
more wood, and ask my half-sister to come to me  at noon."
    The elf nodding in response, leaves the room and greathouse.  The cold 
air announces the opening of the door and a bang, the closing.  The barbarian 
woman, now walking to a closet, pulls out clothing.  A leather undergarment, a 
small piece of material and  string.  Covers her bare mons and the string pulls 
through her cheeks.  A leather skirt down to her mid-knees, split of the 
sides; and a armless leather vest, a single button securing it shut.  A leather 
strap tieing her hair and leather boots soft and just below her knees.  The 
picture of a barbarian, as she straps on a long knife.  
    A chunk of bread and cheese and a pitcher of milk and quickly, she has 
fed her famished body.  A long draught of brandy, burning and heating her 
insides and she is ready for the day.  Most of the morning past, she awaits the elfs 
return.  Her half sister, Araminta, a full elf.  Long and slender and deadly.
    The knock on the door and the elf enters as Alana acknowledges him.  A 
wheelbarrel full of wood, he starts to stack the various piles in the kitchen 
and greatroom and master bedroom.  The elf is awestruck by the sensual power 
projected by the half bare woman.  Alana bids him bring another load of wood 
quickly.  Waiting for the elf and her half-sister, Alana contemplates, the problem 
of the sleeping dwarf.  He will wake soon, and must be dealt with.  
    Daubing oinment on her wounds and swollen tissue, the woman feels the 
healing of the aloe based ungent.  The bruising, she can't make go away quickly; 
but her young body will heal quickly.  Already much of the stiffness and pain 
has receded.
    The elf returns with another load of wood and stacks half the wheelbarrel 
in the great room; then the woman  instructs him that the rest of the wood 
will be stored in the basement.   The elf in terror watchs the woman as she 
moves around the great room.  What will happen when she goes down the stairs and 
sees the dwarf?
    Wheeling the wood to the door, the elf stops and tells the woman that the 
door is locked.  Stepping behind him the elf feels a strong arm encircle his 
neck and a prick in his back.  Pulled back from the door, he is spun around to 
face the woman, long knife drawn, a drop of blood on the tip.  "Strip", the 
woman commands.  The elf pulls his heavy coat from his shoulders.  Pulling her 
shirt over his head, a lean muscled torso is exposed.  Then pulling his tights 
down, his lean legs and cheeks are exposed.  A loin cloth his only covering 
as he pulls off his leather boots and woolen socks.
    Now indicating him to turn around, the woman prods him to stand at the 
foot of the large oak bed.  Long ornate grooved poles at all four corners.  
Sheaving her knifte the half-elf grabs a wrist and extending it to a pole, ties it 
to a corner.  The other wrist is pull to the other side.  Then spreading his 
legs with her foot, she secures each leg to a foot of the bed.  Spread-eagled 
the elf is stretched.  A gag in his mouth completes his bondage.
    A paddle whacking at his cheeks, amuses the woman as she waits.  The a 
soft strap across his back and cheeks and thighs, has reddened his skin.  His 
breathing is blowing from his gag, and chest is heaving.  Finally a knock at the 
door and then it is pulled open and a breath of cool air, chills his naked 
body.  Goose bumps raise and his nipples small stand out with the cold air.  The 
barbarian woman walks around to one side of the bed and surveys the elf.  
Tears brim his eyes.  Humiliation or pain.  It does not matter.  An elfin woman, 
apprears at the other side of the bed, looking hard at the suspended elf.  A 
sneer crosses her beautiful lips.  Looking across to her half-sister, a look of 
worry is in her eyes as she sees the marks of torture on the other woman.  
Anger now fills her face and the beauty of the woman is lost.
   "Welcome, half-sister," the barbarian woman greets the willowy elf.  "It 
is good to see you and have you to share the experiences of last night."  A 
look of fear crosses the elfs face.  Alana reaches over and pulls the gag from 
the elfman's mouth and then pulls his loincloth free, exposing his semi-erect 
member.
    The elf woman again sneers and then pointedly staring at the elf's 
manhood laughs.  As Alana retells the experience of the previous night, the elfwoman 
stares at the elf.  In spite of his pain and fear, his erection rises and 
bobs in the air, as the night is recounted.  Both woman stare at his swaying 
cock.  "If a drop of your cum, oozes from that little hole, you will receive a 
whipping,"  the elf woman announces.  "I see what excites you, and maybe it will 
excite you more if you participate in the story."
    The elf tries self-control to will his penis soft; but as the women talk, 
and Alana, tells more of the evening the penis hardens.  Swaying has stopped 
and the veins bulge in his rock hard cock.  The elf woman, looks him in the 
eye, and then pulls her shirt over her head exposing her small, firm breasts.  
The nipples pushed out a little. Pulling down her pants, she exposes her round 
hips and the white hair of her bush.  A slit just barely discernable.  Walking 
around the the bed till she is out of sight, she moves up behing the elf and 
presses against naked body.  Nipples poking into his back, and the soft 
scratch of her pubic hair on his cheeks.  Hands wrapping around his chest and then 
fingers squeezing the little nipples, hardening on his hairless chest.  
Fingernails scratching across his nipples and then down his chest across his stomach. 
 Tracing paths through his white curly hair and down the inside of his 
thighs.  
    The touch of her warm body and the light touch, making his cock twitch.  
As her hands reach down and cup his ball sack, a dribble of pre-cum oozes out 
of his pee hole.  His body now shaking with the tantalizing touch of the 
slender elfin woman.  Her nails now touching and scrapping along his fevered shaft. 
 Slowly from the base a moan of agony escapes his lips as the nails touch the 
velevety head of his cock.  The woman's soft breath on his neck, and then the 
fingers tracing the spongy head.  Fingertip touches the pee hole and the 
moisture on the end of the cock. Rubbing the head, draws more drops of moisture.  
A groan escapes the elfs lips.  Then the finger withdraws with the moisture 
being rubbed between two fingers.
    Alana's eyes locked on the elf man's.  They are startled and wide with 
the elf woman's touch.  A finger reachs up to his mouth and wipes the pre-cum 
across his lips.  The other hand strokes under his ball sack and then cups them. 
 Fingers turn inward and squeeze the sack forming a fist.  And then twist.  
The elf jerks with the pull.  Letting go of the sack, the woman's hand snakes 
around his waist and then trails down between his cheeks.  Nail scratching his 
anus hole and then down between his thighs.  Again the hand cups his sack and 
then closing pulls it back between his legs.  The elf woman's fingers still 
rubbing around his lips.  As her hand pulls back the sack slips through her 
fingers and sways between his legs.
    "Smack", the belt from the elf's pants smacks against his ass,  Again and 
again the elf woman warms his cheeks.  Alana, leans forward and touchs the 
head of the elf's cock.  He jerks at her touch, and then she circles it with a 
hand, stroking along the shaft.  Tears water his eyes, as again and again the 
belt stings his cheeks.  Then suddenly it stops.  He waits and minutes pass, no 
moment behind him.  Just the slow stroking of his cock by the half-elf woman. 
 Then she lets her hand pull off, as the elf woman walks behind Alana, and 
her hands reach around and cups Alana's melonlike breasts.  Hefting them in her 
hands as she hefted the elf's ball sack.
    Finger now sliding into the vest and rubbing the soft tissue of the 
mammaries.  Opening the button on the vest, her fingers freely roam over the 
stiffening nipples.  Alana's eyes close as the fingers trace a path down her stomach 
and belly.  Flesh quivering to the touch.  Fingers now undoing the leather 
shirt that slides down Alana's legs to puddle at her feet.  Fingers dipping into 
the top of the leather thong and then sliding down her groove.  Dipping into 
the juice of the excited pussy.  
    The elf, cock bobbing like a cork in water, watchs as the elf woman, 
seduces the barbarian woman.  The slender woman, fingers tracing along the inside 
of the thighs of the tall woman.  Alana, lets her vest slide down her back and 
arms, falling to the floor.  Now her thong, is quickly undone, feet pushing 
each boot off in turn.  Falling on her back on the bed, the elf woman, leans 
down and her lips touch Alana's.  Brushing back and forth and then touching 
full, the elf's tongue pushs into Alana's mouth, parting her lips. Lips press full 
against each other.  Tongues dueling, as Alana reaches up and rolls the hard 
nipples of the elf woman between her fingers.  Then pulling the elf further up 
on her, she sucks on the nipples and pulls at the small breasts.  The nipples 
elongate, hard and large for the small breasts they top.  
    Rolling the elf half-sister over, Alana, positions her on the bed facing 
the elfman.  Then Alana, slides down to the foot of the bed, her ass cheeks 
pushing at the elf's cock.  Feet touching the floor, she bends forward and 
reaching between her legs pulls the cock head between her pussy lips.  Leaning 
back, she forces the cock up her tunnel.  The elf hangs shocked.  The hot pussy 
squeezing his cock.  Alana pulls the elf woman towards her and then pushing her 
legs apart, dips her tongue in the woman's slit.  Fingers spreading the 
slender lips, as again and again her tongue slides along the valley and touches the 
white pubic hair of the elf woman.  Alana's pushs back and now the elf thrusts 
forward, his cock sliding in and out of the hot moist hole.  Alana, her 
tongue now licking at the bump rising out of the elf woman's groove.  The clit 
large and sticking out like the tip of a thumb.  Moans now from the elf woman, as 
Alana, sucks on the turgid digit.  Lips and tongue working her groove and 
sucking on the outer lips and then trying to suck the clit into her mouth.  The 
elf woman pushing Alana's face into her pussy, sucking noises all the could be 
heard, expect for a long low keening.  The bed rocks with the shaking of the 
elf woman.  Alana pushs her face further into the moist hole.  Legs now wrapped 
around the barbarian woman, trying to pull her deeper.  Head first into the 
womb.
    The elf man, thrusting hard and then shooting his cream into Alana's 
pussy.  Stroke after hard stroke emptying deep into her hole.  She tightens her 
muscles and milks the cock and then, wiggles her ass as she is close.  The elf 
woman pulls her onto the bed and rolls her over and then reversing position, 
straddles Alana's head, pushing her pussy into her face.  The elf woman, 
throwing back her hair, leans over and start sucking on Alana's pussy.  Tasting the 
cum of the elf and swallowing the sperm as she draws it into her mouth.  
Sucking on Alana's lips and then tongue circling her clit and rubbing hard as 
Alana's bucks against the elf's mouth.  Slowly she subsides and lies still.  The elf 
woman, reverses and lays in Alana's arms and they fall asleep.  The elf man 
hangs spent, a string of cum hanging from his dick.  Looking at the peaceful 
faces of the two women, comfortable in each other arms.............
    The loud yelling awakens the two women.  The elf shakes as he hears the 
muffled cussing of the dwarf.
      
 
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