Message-ID: <3304eli$9708241044@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/3304.txt> From: anakha@clara.net (anakha) Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - Linda's Epic Adventures in Life (3/14) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <5tosal$buk$7@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 3 Linda Meets the Handsome "Master of the `Rings'" Suspended from her "Maiden's Frame" of Stainless Steel in a host of tight leather straps, Linda had observed that the white, vinyl matted floor looked to be about four or five feet below her, though that observation didn't really matter much since she was helplessly suspended, face down with that pair of bare male feet and leather encased legs off to her right, toes pointing toward her, and there was NOTHING she could do about it but LOOK. The ball gag was back in her mouth, seated in her obscenely propped open mouth (damn that ring had hurt her mouth!), and she was again speechless as well as immobile. Suddenly, the bare feet and legs moved and she heard another one of those "Clicks". She could feel her head begin to lower toward the floor and her feet rise toward the ceiling as her immobilized body began to rotate about her middle. The floor and it's gleam- ing, white, vinyl mat came ever closer to her head as her "mount- ing ring" rotated in a wide, downward circle and her sweat drenched hair started to hang downward over the straps that bound the stainless steel ring and the ball tightly and painfully into her mouth. She focused her eyes on the stainless steel arc of the outside ring that passed at 90 degrees to her body, below her and, soon, the intersecting ring was out of her field of view as her head passed above it. Her body paused as the rotating motion ceased for a while. Linda gazed outward across the black vinyl walled room with its white vinyl matted floor and, for the first time, saw a large door at the far end of the room, also vinyl covered and now closed tight, sealing her and her sexual tormentor in the room alone, all by themselves, or so she had presumed. In her upsidedown position she could see a portion of the mir- rored ceiling at the far end of the room and not much else. The room, in that direction was plain and very blank. Hanging there in the tight, all encasing stainless steel frame, her legs splayed out and spreadeagled toward the mirrored ceiling near which her stretched and pointed leather encased feet pointed their equally stretched , tightly tensioned pointed toes, Linda strained to look upwards from just above white floor along the sweating, smooth plane of her suspended, naked body, through heaving, sweat covered breasts. Her arms, equally spreadeagled and splayed out, pointed their extended and leather entrapped fingers toward the white expanse of the soft looking vinyl matted floor. The huge steel rings were nowhere in sight, nor was her sexy attendant whom she had yet to behold in full. She remem- bered that she had been confused and fearful as the familiar objects she had seen previously were no where to be found in her field of vision. The blood rushed to her head and she could feel her face becoming flush as it drained downward from her legs and lower body (which were upward, now) into her downward pointed head, arms and upper body. As the terror mounted and her strained mind raced, (thinking about being suspended this way indefinitely), her body began to slowly rotate once more, arcing around in the same direction. As her obscenely spread legs began to rotate downward back behind her and her outstretched arms began to rise, more and more of the mirrored ceiling came into view, and with it an ever increasing panorama of the total room and it's contents as revealed by the ever present and growing mirror above her. As her face rose in that steady arcing motion, she glimpsed her first view of her upper body in the mirrored ceiling and promptly inhaled a huge quantity of air through her flared nostrils. The bizarre sight stunned her into a numbing realization of her total predicament. She was indeed spreadeagled obscenely, and in a stainless steel frame that outlined her body with wide straps binding her tightly to it. The frame, in turn, was connected to one of the huge gimbaled rings by stainless steel chains that passed through D- Rings welded to the edge of the frame and extended outward from the frame and her body to the circumference of the ring where they were attached to D-Rings welded to her "mounting ring" at regular intervals. Her spreadeagled body was, indeed, the focal point of a series of radial chains except that there were none between her spread arms and their pointed fingers. As her body slowly rotated to a horizontal, face up, position, she noted that there also were no gleaming chains between the ninety degree spread of her legs, thus, leaving her obscenely displayed sex, open and vulnerable in the apex of her widely splayed legs. OBSCENE, she had though. Sexually degrading and totally obscene! As she slowly exhaled and gazed with continued amazement at her outstretched, strapped and encircled body in its present helpless horizontally face up position, she got her first glimpse of the owner of the sexually teasing and strong fingers that had put her through her paces earlier; AND --- the owner of that now "well serviced" male member that had so recently enjoyed the deepest reaches of her very talented mouth to its fullest. He was standing outside the ring between her hugely spread legs, his hands resting on the gleaming "mounting ring" that held her spread horizontally looking face up --- staring resolutely back at her in the overhead mirrored ceiling. His pale blue eyes met Linda's eyes for the first time and he smiled. From what she could see in the mirrored ceiling, he was partially bald with sandy, light brown hair, a full but neatly trimmed beard with the broadest shoulders and biggest chest she had seen on a man in a long long time. He had on a pair of tight, full length leather pants, otherwise he was naked and extremely well tanned. Her "Mounting Ring" was at a level even with his smooth, almost hairless chest, just about in front of his nipples. In his right hand, resting up on her "Ring" was a black box of some sort. She saw him press the box with his finger and instantly there was one of those "Clicks" and her body and the "Mounting Ring" start- ed to rotate horizontally in a counter clockwise direction. As she and the ring slowly rotated she got yet another quick glance at the dimly lit black wall behind her bare chested, sexy tormen- tor; that equipment laden wall with all the bondage and punish- ment equipment shelved and hanging on it --- and then it had rotated out of her field of view. She kept her eyes locked on his in the mirrored ceiling as she slowly swung around in a half circle, until finally, the top of her head was pointed directly at him and he was between her ninety degree outstretched arms, although still outside her "Mounting Ring". She heard a "Snap", saw his finger move up off the black box and felt her motion cease. He took his eyes off hers and ducked under the ring between her arms and gazed down into her eyes directly. "God he's handsome", she remembered having thought as she gazed up into his pale blue eyes. His eyes sparkled and seemed to smile down at her. He raised his empty left hand and brushed his finger tips gently across her leather restrained forehead and back up into her sweat matted and coated hair. Then he lifted his hand forward and ran a finger from the tip of her nose along it's length up between her eyes and across her forehead into her hair and then lifted it off her head and let his arm drop to his side. He ducked back under the "mounting ring" and walked to the dimly lit, ominous, equipment wall which was almost out of her view. She heard something rattling and, soon, he returned with a wheeled cart with drawers in it and some bottles on top of it. Some of the bottles had what looked like those hospital straws in them --- the ones that bent in the middle as they came up out of the bottles. He reached under her head and unfastened her ball gag strap, then slowly lifted the gag up out of her mouth. Then he reached over toward the side of her face and undid the strap that held that painful, ever hurting stainless steel ring behind her teeth, resting against the roof and bottom of her mouth and propping it obscenely open. As the strap loosened, he lifted it upward. She cooperated by opening her mouth as wide as she possibly could. In the mirror, she saw the strap and ring ar- rangement begin to rise out of her mouth. When it was gone, she closed her mouth, for the first time in hours and hours, and sighed a great sigh of relief. She looked up into the mirror and saw he was smiling back at her. She started to open her mouth to speak, but he frowned and put his finger vertically upright in front of the center of his lips. She heard no sound, but under- stood the gesture for "be quiet". As she watched him in the mirrored ceiling, he reached down and took one of the strawed bottles off the cart top and raised it up along side her face. He pointed the straw down toward her mouth and she took it between her lips and sucked on it. Cool fluid flowed into her mouth and toward her throat. She swallowed and sucked more liquid up through the straw, back down through it's bent elbow, through her pursed, sucking lips, into her mouth and then down her thirsty throat into her belly. She stared directly into his eyes the whole time and he stared back, smiling. Finally, she heard a gurgling sound coming from the bottle and the fluid ran out. He removed the straw from her lips, returned the bottle to the cart top and picked up another one, repeating the previous process. After four bottles had been exhausted, he ceased feeding her in this strange way. Each of the four bottles of liquid she had consumed had a different taste. Two of them tasted like Gato- rade. The other two tasted somewhat like a milk shake. She was about to thank him when the ball gag suddenly appeared in his hand in front of her face and he pressed it firmly into her mouth and buckled the straps tightly behind her head. He stepped back and, simultaneously, she heard another "Click". Slowly her feet and toes descended and her head rose as it moved upward and forward; upward toward the other stainless steel ring which arced majestically over- head, a pin emanating from it's outer edge up into the mirrored ceiling. As her head approached the ring she lost sight of it, but not before she realized that is was at least two inches thick and round in cross section. "Pretty sturdy", she had thought. "I wonder why so big and thick?" (Later, Linda would find an answer to her silent question --- an answer she would never forget and the recollection of which would do strange, sexually gratifying things to her submissive body as it struck terror into her very soul in the years to come). There was a "Snap" and she stopped moving, stretched, NOW, from floor to ceiling, upright and grossly spreadeagled as her leather encased finger tips stretched toward the ceiling and her out- spread legs and their leather encased toes pointed toward the floor. As she had been rising, her handsome, blue eyed, bearded and silent tormentor had appeared in front and slightly below her eyes. She could once again see the black vinyl covered door and its receiving wall which was behind the handsome stranger who was now facing her. He bent over at the waist and then stood up and stepped backward. As he moved farther back she saw that he was dragging a half circle portion of the mat. He dropped it and returned, repeating the previous maneuver and dragging another half circle of white mat back and dropping it. As he walked back toward her, he angled off to her right. Linda heard a noise over her head, but with her head anchored in the frame in an upright position perhaps two or three feet below the ceiling, she was unable to see where the noise originated. He came back into her field of view and stood placidly in front of her gazing slightly upward into her eyes. He smiled, reached forward toward her with his right hand and inserted his fingers in the crack of her sex and spread her wide open. He looked back up into her eyes from but couple of feet away and smiled at her. She understood. Embarrassed she tightened her bladder muscles and a golden stream began to flow profusely until, about a minute or two later, she was empty and it died to a dribble. He re- leased her spread nether lips, turned his palm up and patted them gently, stepped back, then moved off again toward her right. She heard a squeaking noise and, suddenly, a fine spray of warm water descended from the ceiling above her head and upward from the floor below, totally engulfing her in it's cooling mist. He returned and stood in front of her as the water misted downward and shot upward to bathe and cleanse her bound, strapped, rigged body. The water grew warmer until it was soothingly hot as it struck her body and the ran down in rivers toward the floor. He walked back off to her right and returned with a small hose and nozzle in his hand. He aimed the nozzle at her and squeezed the handle. The stream of water that resulted hit her between her outward thrust bare breasts, stinging a little, but not greatly. Her bearded, handsome "attendant" played the stream downward until it was striking her lower belly just above her pubic hair and then he lowered it and let it massage her sex as he played it up and down her crotch, kneeling down to assure that he got up under it with the tingling, pleasant stream. He arced the stream down her left thigh and then back up across her hair covered crotch and sex and down the right thigh. He repeated the process a half dozen times and then stood up and raised the stream up across her under belly, across her ten inch wide belly restraint, to the middle of her chest and then swung the stream outward toward her right nipple where he gently circled the stream for a minute and then moved across her chest to the left breast and nipple and repeated the process. Through all this, the mist flowed from the ceiling down over Linda and the streams rose from the floor to strike her legs and body. The hot, soothing "bath" went on for about ten minutes until he shut off the nozzle, walked over to her right and the squeaking sound was heard once again and the water ceased and the noise above her head repeated it- self. Linda, could not see herself in the mirrored ceiling in her spreadeagled vertically upright position, but she had imagined that she glistened with beads of warm water, all over her firmly bound body. She heard one "click" and then another one and her head began to lower and her feet began to rise as she rotated clockwise at the same time. When the twin "Snaps" finally sounded the cessation of her downward and sideways rotating motions she was again horizon- tal, face up, but cross ways with the long axis of the room instead of lengthways. The wall with all the very dimly lit bondage and punishment gear was to her right and the door to her left. She looked up and could see her bearded "friend" standing by the cart smiling back at her in the mirrored ceiling. He wheeled the cart over toward her head on the right and then opened a drawer and began to remove objects from it and lay them on the top of the cart. He picked up what looked like a pair of forceps and a long thin needle-like shaft, ducked under the her "mounting ring", and suddenly his face appeared above and behind her head and he looked down at her and smiled. His large hands and arms reached up along both sides of her head to hover above her left breast, where his nimble fingers placed the tips of the open forceps down over her left nipple and then closed them tight over it from above. A blinding burst of pain hit Linda as her eyes beheld, in the over head mirrored ceiling, her left nipple crushed between the jaws of the closed forceps. In his right hand appeared an ominous long, hollow and pointed needle. He aligned the needle so that it was pointed at her left nipple and the forceps from the direction of her right breast and began to press it through an opening in the head of the tightly clamped forceps. LINDA WENT WILD WITH MOANING, GURGLING PROTESTS AND RUBBER BALL STIFLED SCREAMS AS THE NEEDLE ADVANCED THROUGH THE HOLE IN THE FORCEPS, THROUGH HER LEFT NIPPLE AND OUT THROUGH A HOLE IN THE TIP OF THE FORCEPS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF HER CLAMPED NIPPLE AND CONTINUED UNTIL IT WAS STICKING OUT OF HER NIPPLE AND THE FORCEPS ABOUT TWO INCHES TOWARD HER LEFT, WITH THE REMAINING TWO INCHES STICKING OUT ON THE OTHER SIDE. As she regained her composure and the pain subsided slightly, she stared in disbelief and fascination at her needle punctured nipple. A little drop of blood had appeared on either side where the needle entered and exited her nipple at the tip or head of the forceps. She had heard of "nipple piercing", but never in a million years would she EVER have believed that she'd EVER see her nipple pierced as it now, quite obviously, was. Nor would she have EVER consented to such idiocy and destruction of her fine, twenty year old figure. She attempted every motion and sound she was capable of to register her displeasure and disap- proval to this sandy hairy, bearded, broad shouldered, tanned SAVAGE who had just ruined her for life! But he paid no attention to her and, instead, withdrew the needle and inserted a stainless steel pin or shaft where the needle had been, released it, and screwed a tiny little ball on the now leftward protruding, bare threaded end of the shaft and took his fingers off the shaft entirely when the little ball was firmly screwed onto it. He released the forceps, opened the jaws so they were beyond the ends of tiny "barbelled" shaft through her left nipple and withdrew them upward toward the ceiling in one continuous motion. Linda remembered having stared up into the ceiling and back down at her pain engulfed left breast and the deeply reddened, tor- tured nipple with the steel mini-barbell stuck through it right to left across her and over her left breast. It wasn't very big, that mini-barbell, but it surely WAS --- THERE! As she contemplated the new ornament in her left nipple, with an ever increasing, sickening feeling in the pit of her strapped stomach, the hands and arms returned around the sides of her face and the same forceps once again descended over her right nipple and clamped down tight. She went crazy with moans, gurgles, rubber muffled protests and restrained "almost" motions as the forceps tips closed and clamped and the long thin needle ap- proached her RIGHT NIPPLE. She was screaming and protesting to high heaven, still, when the needle passed through her trapped and now skewered right nipple and reappeared, heading toward her left breast and the room went dark and everything went black. When she came to, Linda remembered that she was in a head up, feet down, vertical, position and it was quiet and very very dim in the room, almost dark, but not quite. SHE AWAKENED WITH A START! --- THE STRAPS THAT HAD HELD HER RIGIDLY INTO THE "MAIDENS FRAME" WERE --- GONE! THE DAMNEDABLE STAINLESS STEEL RING AND THE BALL GAG WERE BACK IN HER MOUTH, BOTH PROPPING IT WIDE OPEN AND PLUGGING IT TIGHT AT THE SAME TIME. She attempted to move her head and found she could roll it around and that it was free to move in any direction she cared to move it. She lowered her chin to her chest and looked downward. There, through each nipple, were those skewering "barbells" out on the ends of her pert, small twenty year old breasts. Had she not looked, she thought, she probably would not have felt them there, except for a very dull ache in each breast. She also sensed the same sort of "ache" between her legs in her crotch but she could not see down there at all and the mirrored ceiling was no help at all in that regard, especially with it so dim, almost dark, in the room. She rolled her head backward and looked upward at the ceiling and was startled to see her face looking back at her from the mirrored ceiling between her widely out-stretched arms, which were in the same position, but unrestrained except for her gloved/mittened hands which now were wrapped around stainless steel "trapeze rings" and buckled closed over the "trapeze rings" to her palms. The "trapeze rings" were, in turn attached to her two inch thick outer "mounting ring" and several of it's spaced D-Rings by clamps or clips of some kind. As she stared upward, she realized that all the straps were gone and so was the "maiden's frame" and she was suspended simply but effectively by her gloved/mittened hands. She pulled upward on her right leg as she stared at herself and found that her feet were still encased in leather, toes pointed and bound outspread as before to the "mounting ring" or so she surmised. As she gazed upwards into the mirrored ceiling she suddenly realized that there was a new, small, stainless steel ring in each ear, high up in the cartilage of each ear and --- OH MY GOD! --- A SLIGHTLY LARGER STAINLESS STEEL RING IN HER NOSE LIKE SOME SOUTH PACIFIC SAVAGE! The shock of her realization and the effect on her mind instantly caused tears to roll down her cheeks and deep sobs to heave her body and her now pierced breasts. As she continued to stare upwards in utter disbelief, she saw that her hair had been combed out and up into a ponytail on top of her head and was thrust through a wide, tight leather band and braid- ed over and around a stainless steel loop or ring just above the leather band so that the top of her head was "crowned" by a leather-ring-hair affair that now was as much a part of her head as her own hair and just as attached by virtue of the fact that her hair was bound into it and around it in an almost permanent, tight fashion. So tight, in fact, that she could feel the pull of her hair upward by the leather strap and ring and it raised her forehead and eyebrows in the process. As she gazed upwards in increasing shock and dismay, her body broke out in a running sweat. She was now like a spreadeagled "sex-freak" in some sex orgy show she had once heard about but totally disbelieved as pure fantasy. THIS WAS NO FANTASY. She could see and feel it, exceedingly well. TOO WELL! IT WAS LINDA --- AND --- LINDA WAS --- "IT"!!! As the awful realization of her altered state sunk in, the dam- nedable "Click" sounded and she rotated backward, head going down and feet coming up. As the inner ring rotated she looked up into the dim ceiling and observed herself thoroughly spreadeagled, naked except for her restrained and stretched hands and feet, rings in her nose, her ears, her nipples, and --- OH MY GOD, --- RINGS IN HER PUSSY LIPS --- FOUR OF THEM --- TWO ON EITHER SIDE OF HER SEX --- STAINLESS STEEL RINGS!!! Her stainless steel mounting ring rotated her head backward to a horizontal position and then continued to rotate until her head was hanging straight down, her face toward the door end of the room, she thought back and recalled, and then it continued to rotate until she was once again horizontal, but face down, look- ing at the floor, which now had no mat and was, in fact a terraz- zo, shower-stall affair with a six inch curb around it to keep the water in, she had supposed. Her arms and legs tensioned and tractioned as the ring rotated around in a circle so that her body weight was at first carried by her arms and then by her arms and her legs as she was horizon- tal and then by her legs alone. And the ring kept slowly rotat- ing and her head rose, once again toward the ceiling. The rota- tion continued for a long long time, she recalled, and she alter- nated from right side up to upsidedown a number of times, each time taking in more details of both her position and her now pierced body. As she approached an upright, head up, position after that long series of "passes" around, she heard the ominous sound of the door opening behind her and a series of leather on leather swish- es that could only mean leather encased legs walking --- TOWARD HER. When her head reached a straight up position there was a "Snap" and her "mounting ring" stopped. As she listened to the swishing sounds behind her, the lights in the room got brighter and brighter --- NO, NOT ALL OF THEM --- JUST THE ONES SHINING ON THE WALL IN FRONT OF HER!!! As she saw that black vinyl wall really clearly for the first time, she inhaled sharply, her pierced nipples shuddered, her heart began to pound like it was going to come out of her chest and she threw her head back and forth with a frenzy over what she beheld. There, on what she had supposed was a storage place for straps, gags, belts and other bondage and punishment gear were some of the wildest things she had ever beheld in her life. Whips of all shapes and lengths and sizes --- single stranded and multiple; Gags and hoods of every imaginable shape and form; Leather and rubber body suits; Funny looking round rings with legs rising out of the rings to an apex perhaps six to eight inches above them and a thread steel shaft sticking back down through the apex toward the center of the ring with a handle on the shaft above the apex and a ring welded to the shaft below the apex, but above the ring's center. She turned her head from side to side taking in the black vinyl covered wall's contents carefully. There were paddles --- many of them; some small, some large and some studded with wicked looking steel studs. There were rods and canes --- many of them. And buckled straps buy the scores --- NO HUNDREDS! And --- THERE WERE DILDOS --- ARTIFICIAL MALE COCKS --- SOME SO HUGE SHE HAD TO LOOK TWICE AND FOCUS CAREFULLY TO BE SURE SHE WAS SEEING WHAT SHE WAS SEEING. SOME OF THEM LOOKED TO BE THREE OR FOUR INCHES IN DIAMETER AND A FOOT AND A HALF OR TWO FOOT LONG! --- AND SOME OF THEM HAD THREAD STEEL SHAFTS STICKING OUT WHERE THEY NORMALLY WOULD BE ATTACHED TO THE MALE BODY!!! MANY OF THEM HAD MEAN LOOKING KNOBS ALONG THEIR FLESH TONED LENGTHS! And over in one corner of the wall were a whole series of nipple clamps, breast bands and lead or steel weights hanging ominously from their hooks. She'd seen these things in catalogs and laughed about it --- THEN! Now she stared at them in almost disbelief and a huge shudder rippled through her body. Looking down at the floor in front of the wall she saw tripod devices galore with cranks on them to raise and lower their shafts rising up through their centers to a top or receiving head that was always pierced with a threaded hole to receive a thread- ed shaft. Her head turned toward the huge male cocks and then back toward the tripods, back and forth several times, and as she put the two devices together in her mind she began to buck and twist in her bonds inside the mounting ring and scream into her rubber ball gag and receiving steel ring with utter terror as she pictured the huge rubber cocks being mounted on the tripods and screwed up into her cunt and her ass --- deep into them until they had disappeared inside her, spreading her and ripping into her as they sunk deeper and deeper and deeper into her most private parts to invade her expanded innards. "HI, BITCH!!! HOW DO YOU LIKE MY `SEX TOYS' --- SLAVE?" Hilda had strolled into view off on her right and then around in front of her, staring up into her face and smirking. She wore a leather --- NO! --- IT WAS RUBBER! --- GLEAMING, SLICK LATEX! --- body suit that covered her from head to toe, except that it had no crotch and it had holes through which her breasts projected obscenely. Her face was made up in such a way that she looked like a witch --- NO, LIKE A FEMALE VERSION OF SATAN HIMSELF! 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