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Subject: Conquoring Texas, 3 - D/s, B/D, cons, M/F/f

Conquoring Texas, part 3

	Susan slept, a complete and enveloping blackness into which
her mind had escaped as her body was wracked with overwhelming
explosions.... it was dreamless, thoughtless, without time or
space....
	Slowly, she could feel the bits of her shattered mind drifting
together, the fragments brushing each other and sticking, slowly
forming tiny thoughts... bits of awareness... followed by the gently,
languid drifting as she realized she was floating up to wakefulness
once more...
	
	She opened her eyes. It was dark, sometime deep into the hours
of the night. Only the light from the far end of the hallway through
the open door allowed her to see that she was still in her bedroom,
her naked body now swathed under the soft comforter, all it's previous
bonds removed. She lay still, allowing the gentle throbbing to ripple
through her, fading aftershocks of the shattering experience she last
remembered. She felt wonderful. Beyond wonderful. She felt alive.
	She allowed herself a slow, muscle straining stretch, feeling
her limbs squeezing themselves like wet sponges, expelling the stupor
of sleep like water, then she relaxed back with a sigh.
	A smile eeked across her lips and giggled as she slipped a
hand down under the comforter, allowing it to tickle over her naked
stomach and slip between her slightly parted thighs, a single
fingertip tenderly brushing the lips of her pussy... testing for any
tenderness the experience of her first fisting might have left there.
Instead, she discovered the wetness still lingering, and as her own
touch brushed lightly over her clit, she shuddered as her arousal
began to rise once more.
	My God, she thought to herself, amazed, I'm such a slut. I
love being fucked. And even after I've been fucked, I love to be
fucked.
	The giggle became a delighted chuckle and she quickly withdrew
her hand, lest the shudders of pleasure make her so needy she would
require another burst of shattering orgasms before she even got out of
bed.
	Suddenly she stopped and her brow furrowed slightly. It must
be late, yet she was alone? Where was he? Where was the redhead? What
time was it? How long had she been asleep?
	And then she heard it.... very faint, distant.... a soft
feminine moan, coming from beyond the hallway...
	She froze in place, straining to listen... to pick out
something distinct. And having turned her attention to searching for
the sounds, she now began to focus.... and she could barely make them
out.... sharp, rhythmic breathing, punctuated with soft whimpers and
barely audible feminine grunts.... and then another moan, this time
louder, freer.... the unmistakable sounds of fucking....
	And at once it tore through her mind that it was coming from
beyond the room in which she presently lay... from somewhere out
there... the living room most likely.... a couple were fucking.....
THEY were fucking.
	Her mind flooded with confusion and a jumble of thoughts and
images... brief flashes of him, naked, the redhead, splayed, his cock
buried hilt deep in her... in her pussy, in her ass, in her mouth...
their bodies tangled together as they strove together in abandoned
lust. He.... was fucking her....
	She never even realized that her hand had slipped down between
her thighs once more, her finger automatically sipping between the
lips of her pussy and brushing over her clit, causing her moisture to
become a flow.
	Her face burned as the thoughts of them together thundered
through her brain and seemed to rush straight to her sex, attacking it
with sharp shocks.
	She had to see... had to know... had to watch....
	With an effort she pulled her hand from her crotch and tossed
back the comforter, sliding over and rising beside the bed. Her entire
body felt light, almost floating, and she had to pause a moment to
catch her balance before slowly tiptoeing toward the doorway, and
slipping out into the hall.
	The sounds were louder now... but suddenly they had taken on a
strange character... almost unreal. She couldn't be sure if it was
something odd in them or the lightness of her mind that was making
them seem almost distorted and tinny. Slowly she tiptoed down the
hallway toward the livingroom.
	She glanced back toward the bedroom door, unsure if she was
doing the right thing.
	"Oh" he said, casually, causing her to flinch, startled, her
head whipping around.
	He was fully dressed except for his bare feet, stopped at the
end of the hall, an open book resting on his hands, looking at her,
his face open and innocent.
	"You're up. I was just coming to check on you. How do you
feel?"
	"I - I -" she stammered, confused now, falling silent.
	He smiled at her, gently, lovingly.
	"Well, why don't you come into the livingroom. I think you've
slept enough for a while... don't you?" His tone was mischevious, his
grin wicked, even as he turned away and wandered off, into the open
room beyond the end of the hall.
	Susan stood a long, confused moment, then moved after him,
stepping into the room.
	
	The redhead was seated on the couch, almost reclining, her
hips just off the edge, her legs spread wide. But now she was
completely naked, and Susan saw that now she was bound... one end of a
rope had been wrapped tightly around an ankle, then threaded under the
couch only to emerge on the opposite end where it captured the other
ankle. Her knees were similarly bound, pulling her legs far apart. The
same had been done to her wrists which were pulled out as taut as
bowstrings by the rope which looped around the couchs' back,
effectively holding her immobile and helpless... On each of her large,
tight nipples which here now distended and deep red was a clamp, the
opposite end of which bore a small egg-shaped object which seemed to
hum lightly... a vibrator, Susan realized.
	The redheads hair was wet and stringy with sweat, beads of
which dotted her forehead and trickled down over her cheeks to fall
onto the obscenely large, bright red ballgag that filled her mouth,
holding it wide open and effectively silencing her. Her eyes were
blazing and wild, unfocused, almost mad as the fixed on the television
screen across the room, which Susan now realized was turned on, though
the sound was completely muted.
	But most startling was the devices that penetrated the
redheads pussy and, Susan quickly saw, her ass as well...
	They might have been dildos or vibrators, but so much of them
were buried inside the redhead that Susan couldn't tell exactly. And
trailing from each of their bases were a wire that lead to a cigarette
pack sized box on the floor and a thin tube which terminated in a
rubber bulb just below a small clamp.
	He reached the chair near the corner and was lowering himself
into it when he glanced up and caught the expression on Susan's face.
	He chuckled.
	"Oh, it's all right. She volunteered" he said simply, settling
easily back into the chair, the book in his lap as if nothing in the
world was out of the ordinary.
	The redheads breathing was ragged and cut by occasional moans,
half protest, half plea. 
	"How - " Susan stammered, "how long..."
	"Right after you passed out" he said, casually, leaning back
in the chair and smiling up at her. "Did you know you made her cum at
least twice more even after you were out cold? You must have a really
talented tongue."
	He chuckled, then cast his gaze at the redhead and sighed.
	"But then she just.... lost control and got rather demanding.
She wanted to strap on this rather... imposing toy she's got and rape
you while you were passed out. And I won't allow that. I won't allow
anything like that."
	Susan turned her gaze to him, and could instantly see the
darkness pass over his face... but it was the darkness of protection
challenged... of love alert over danger to the object that owns its
heart. It quickly passed and he relaxed once more, smiling slightly.
	"So, I thought she needed a bit of a lesson. She can't cum,
you see... The plugs vibrate enough to get her just to the edge, but
then a tiny shock of current, just enough to get her attention, cuts
through that.... arousal just before she goes over the edge. It's
unbelievably frustrating." He chuckled quietly.
	Susan turned her gaze back to the redhead and could see that
she must be in the depths of a sexual torment which Susan could only
barely imagine. The redheads breath became suddenly ragged, a series
of sharp panting sounds and her head leaned back, eyes closing, in
preparation for the waves of a mind-destroying orgasm... when suddenly
her body flinched and a muffled yelp escaped her, her body sagging as
the orgasm fled once more. She whimpered with frustration, a tiny
sound that was almost a sob, but which turned quickly into a moan of
lust as the toys that filled her began to work on her once more,
building slowly toward the next not-to-be release.
	Susan glanced over at the tv and saw that a video-tape was
playing... some crudely captured scene of a tightly bound woman as the
centerpiece of three thrusting men, one in each of her orifaces, their
undulating bodies moving in perfect rhythm of pure abandoned lust.
	"Come here, Susan."
	She turned to see that he had placed the book asside and was
now leaning slightly forward on the chair, his attention focused on
her.
	Susan stepped toward him, but before she arrived at the chair
he held up a hand, causing her to stop.
	"Kneel down" he said quietly.
	Almost dreamlike, she slowly lowered herself to her knees,
resting back on her haunches, her hands resting on her thighs,
attention focused on him.
	He leaned forward and surveyed her for a long moment before
speaking.
	"Susan, you must know by now how much I love you... and how
all my plans are focused on you... your happiness and fulfillment."
	"Yes sir" she whispered, enjoying the surge of tranquility and
love the flooded her.
	"And you should also know that I am a realist in many ways. I
know that there is a time and a place for playing... and a time and a
place when it does not... can't belong. It just wouldn't be
practical."
	He smiled, but quickly his face turned serious once more.
	"But even if there is no play going on at the moment... there
can still be an understanding... a secret knowledge between two
people... and if they share that understanding, and agree to it...
then they can remain wrapped up in each others souls no matter what
they're doing at that moment. Do you understand?"
	"Yes sir" she whispered, feeling light-headed and joyous "I
think I do."
	He continued to survey her face, carefully, as if searching
for some sign, some spark, then continued.
	"Susan, I want to collar you. I want you to become my
submissive. Now you know I do not take such things lightly. In fact, I
have never asked anyone for that honor before because I do not, could
not, want it treated frivolously. And there simply has never been
anyone I ever wanted that with before. Now, if you agree to it, it
will be a commitment that will be as serious and binding as anything
you have ever done. Naturally, I don't have to tell you what would be
expected of you, or what you would be able to expect of me... we've
known each other long enough that there should be no questions about
that. And I don't want you to answer right now. I want you to think
about it. Consider it. It's a very big decision and I understand
that."
	He smiled, lovingly.
	"But if you agree to it, I would do everything in my earthly
power to make... and keep... you happy."
	He paused for a long moment. Susan was trembling, the impact
of his words rushing through her mind, electrifying her entire body...
she felt giddy and breathless and happy and confused. But then he was
talking again, pulling her mind back to the moment.
	"Now" he said, leaning back with a broad smile..."I think it's
time you were introduced... in a manner of speaking... to our guest."
	Susan was momentarily startled, and then could feel herself
flush slightly, the idea that she had been so intimate with a complete
stranger rushing through her mind.
	"Her name" he said "is Donna. She's a very old friend I met
on-line quite a long time ago. In fact, she's a Domme and lives in the
local area. We met for coffee once and even though there were never
any sparks between us, we've been friends for a long time. I mentioned
your... fantasy... about experiencing another woman, and she
volunteered to help out. And even though she and I have never played
together before, I think it's going rather well, don't you?"
	His eyes glistened myschieviously and Susan's blush deepened.
Then suddenly, he rose from the chair, standing over her, smiling down
at her, extending a hand. She reached up and took it, allowing him to
help her to her feet.
	Holding her hand gently, lovingly, the turned and moved toward
the couch where the redhead was low laying, almost sprawled and limp
in her bindings, her chest heaving from the pitiless exertion of the
past who-knows-how-longs assault of her senses.
	He gently pulled Susan around until she was standing before
him, facing the exhausted redhead, his hands on her upper arms,
gripping her gently.
	Susan was transfixed by the woman. She was, of course,
beautiful, buxom and lovely, despite the fact that she looked at the
moment like she had gone through a very strenuous and sweet hell, and
Susan felt a tingle deep in her sex and the moisture beginning to flow
once more.
	She could feel him press close against her back, warming her
flesh with his body, and the tickling of his breath against her neck
as he murmured softly into her ear.
	"I wanted you to see... to hear... what such an intensity is
like. Look at her, Susan.... look at her eyes... gleaming and vacant
and distant... can you imagine what her body must feel like at this
moment... the vibrating monsters deep in her pussy and in her ass....
and very special ones at that.... because they can expand, filling
her... stretching her... every time she thinks she's reached the limit
of what she can stand... they grow a bit bigger... fill her a bit
more... touching another level of her lust... and driving her further
into madness..."
	Susans stomach was trembling, and her sex was beginning to
throb, the moisture flowing down inside her, wetting her lips, oozing
down to form a tiny droplet on them which quivered and tickled...
	"Look at his breasts... so tight and red.... not only clamped,
the ripples of that torment rolling through her, but throbbing from
the heat of the ointment I brushed over them... burning, tingling and
chilling them all at once...."
	His hands slid down from her arms, slipping around to cup
Susans breasts gently, the thumbs reaching out to lightly stroke her
own taut and aching nipples.
	"Look at the bindings, Susan... total immobility... no
escape... no release... no prospect of the torment ever ending.... her
whole body wracked with sensations more intense than anything she's
ever felt before..."
	His hand flowed off one breast and trailed lightly over her
stomach, sending ripples of pleasure racing before it, even as it slid
down, a single fingertip brushing against the very top of her pussy
lips and pausing to stroke them.
	"She's no longer thinking, Susan.... only feeling... each new
flash of heat that touches her sets fire to her soul... and she blazes
like a star in the night... thoughtless... one burning ball of
sensations..."
	His fingertip slowly dipped down, parting the lips and gliding
over the moistness... down gently... slowly.... until it brushed over
the top of her aching, swollen, needy clit, causing her to moan
loudly, her knees beginning to tremble...
	"This is how I play, my love. This is what I want you to
feel.... to endure... to share with me...."
	His finger began to gently stroke, small, slow circles around
her clit, and she could feel the waves beginning to build deep within
her, racing up, flooding her stomach, splashing down into her legs to
her toes...
	"And you will, my love.... you will.... because as soon as she
cums...." he whispered, his finger stroking steadily now, drawing up
the trembling, tightening flood of sensations inside her... stirring
them and driving them to fill her entire body and her mind...
	".......it's your turn."
	And Susan caught fire, the orgasm exploding through her,
tearing her mind and soul apart, sending her screaming into a heavenly
hell once again...
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