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Subject: Reborn, part 3 - D/s, bond., cons., M/f

Reborn, part 3

	What raced through her body at the light brush of his tongue
over her clit in that single, delicate stroke was like the shadow of
cuming, but not full, not developed. Her entire form moaned as the
promised release evaporated back into the aching throb and she felt
herself grow limp as if exhausted to the core of her soul.
	Somewhere far away, she heard him chuckle and felt him rise
from the bed, hearing his soft padding as he moved into the bathroom
and then returned a moment later.
	Even with her eyes closed, she could feel him, there, next to
the bed, gazing down at her, open and naked and hairless and oh so
desperate.
	"Now" he said slowly, his voice an almost cruel drawl..."time
to rape your soul."
	She groaned as her mind raced of a starburst of a thousand mad
images of defilement upon her body... but quickly it was pulled back.
	"Up onto your knees now, pet."
	She sighed, forced herself to focus on turning over and
pushing herself up onto her arms.
	"Face the foot of the bed, look straight ahead."
	She positioned herself as directed, and suddenly felt
light-headed, her body swaying slightly.
	"Close your eyes."
	She closed them and was suddenly aware of the tingles that
rippled through her. Part of her longed to allow her hand to slide
over her hip, a fingertip to slip between her now bare lips and touch
that center of her lust. But it was as if he was reading her mind.
	"Hands behind your back. Don't move."
	She drew her hands together behind herself, the fingers of one
hand taking tight hold on the wrist of the other.
	A few moments later she felt the weight of his knee beside
her, and then the brush of something at the top of her head. Even
before she realized it was a blindfold, it was settling down over her
face, resting snugly against her nose and sealing out all possibility
of relying on her eyes.
	Her body began to quiver, overwhelmed by implications of the
control she was slowly giving up to him, piece by piece. And yet
again, she was suddenly pulled from her reverie when she felt the
first loop of the rope slipping around her wrist, followed quickly by
another, and another, strung expertly back and forth, first over one
wrist, then the other, each new loop drawing them closer together
behind her... putting a light pressure on her shoulders, forcing her
to arch her back slightly, thrusting her breasts upwards.
	When at last his hands withdrew from their work, she strained
her arms and realized that her wrists were now completely bound beyond
all hope of loosening. A flood of feeling, emotions and sensations
raced through her.... of helplessness, vulnerability and surrender.
She was truly experiencing something that she had only fantasized
about for so long... now it was playing itself on her trembling,
aroused, needy body.
	She felt the next rope slip around her thigh, just above her
knee and she gasped as it was quickly tied tightly. Then, she heard
and sensed as he moved around the foot of the bed and felt the other
rope loop around her opposite leg. But even as she was settling in to
this delicious new sensation she felt the rope on the knee opposite
where he was pull suddenly, coaxing... demanding that she spread her
legs. Pressing down she pushed them apart and for each inch she
surrended, the rope seemed to demand more. When finally the urgent tug
on her legs ceased, she was spread to her limit, the lips of her sex
now standing open, tiny droplets of her arousal quivering on them,
adding their own traces of stimulation to her aching and tormented
lust.
	She felt him mount the bed beside her and when his fingers
lightly brushed her cheek her head flinched causing her to gasp at the
heat of his touch.
	"Shhhhhh, pet. It's all right. Everything is all right. Now,
open your mouth.... open..."
	She whimpered and let her head lull forward slightly but
quickly drew it up level and parted her lips to recieve the gag.
	It was startling to her, as it slipped between her lips,
causing her jaw to part even wider, gaping to recieve it, slipping
between her front teeth and lodging against the corners of her mouth.
Even as she savored the rush of additional helplessness that flowed
through her, feeling the straps that ran through the gag being secured
tightly behind her head, she fleetingly wondered what color it was,
secretly hoping it was bright red... marking her forver as the wanton
sexual object she now longed to fully become.
	
	She knelt, spread, bound, gagged and swaying slightly on the
softness of the bed, drinking in every throb, every ache, every need
of her flesh. Yet inside herself she was consumed with warmth and
tenderness, bathed in a bliss more complete than she ever thought
possible. It was as if her heart and soul, those parts of her that
have no physical form, were already bathed in a kind of endless orgasm
of the spirit, detatched and finally, for the first time in her life,
free.
	Instantly sensations roared from her nipples, like icy fire,
flooding her body and causing her to snap upwards as if driven by some
tremendous inner force. Her mind screamed at the tender assault and it
was long moments before she realized it was his fingertips, lightly
tracing circles on her nipples that was now adding to her torture.
	The wavs of pure pleasure coursed through her, causing her to
tremble, which made the drops of her lust at the lips of her sex
dance, and they too sent tiny shocks of pleasure through her. She felt
her orgasm begin to tremble through her stomach, her sex clenching,
struggling to capture that release, feeling it begin to well...
	
	And then, suddenly, from one nipple, came a startling rush of
feelings... as the clamp slowly closed down, pressing it, causing it
to throb now, in time to the racing beat of her heart.. sending pulses
of pleasure through her.
	She felt the brush of the heavy chain attached to the clamp
against her stomach and then her second nipple joined the first in
tortured, delicious, clamped torment.
	She was moaning now, a low, constant tone through the muffling
gag... her body swaying slightly back and forth, causing the chain on
the clamps to rock against her skin, adding tiny tugs to each nipple
in turn.
	She was higher in her lust now than she had ever dreamed was
possible without release, and still her arousal was climbing, soaring
upwards.
	When his fingertip gently brushed against the tight bud of her
ass, that purely virginal portal, she yelped at the explosion of new
and overwhelming consuming sensations, her body jolting up straight.
But his touch merely danced, lightly, in slow circles, over the
innocent, sensitive spot of flesh, and she sank into a sound that was
half sob, half plead.
	Now her body was facing two points of torment... from her
always tender nipples and her untouched asshole, which shot bolts of
pleasure through her, like some massive circuit of sex.
	Then she felt something pressing against her virginal bud, and
her body went rigid... as the first of the tiny, cold, steel balls on
a long, thin cord parted the opening and sank into her, contacting
nerves that had never in her life before been touched.
	The spasms racked her form, causing her to lash in sharp jolts
as one after another the tiny invaders penetrated and filled her...
	When at last they stopped, she had vaguely thought she felt
six or seven of the demonic, tormenting spheres lodged deeply in her.
With every move now, they brushed and stroked against her inner walls,
awakening new rushes of pleasure.
	And she was sobbing now, she suddenly realized, aware of the
light streak of tears cupped against her cheeks by the blindfold. She
longed to wail her soul into infinity in a long, triumphant cascade of
sound, but the gag merely vibrated against her lips, allowing a tiny
trickle of moisture to leak around its edge and create a tickling
trail down the corner of her mouth to her chin.
	Oh God, she thought, what must I look like... what whorish,
wanton thing must I appear to be.... helpless... hungry.... safe....
loved.... perfect...
	
	And then, at last, at long, long last, she felt the press of
something, anything, please dear God, against the lips of her sex,
pushing up against her, invading those wanton lips, causing them to
gap wide now to recieve it, as it flowed slowly up into her... it was
hard and soft and stabbed, slowly, deeply in her secret center like a
knifeblade through the last particle of her innocense and she welcomed
it with a fresh scream of joy into the muffling gag, feeling it slide
deep, filling her, inch by tortured in, feeling it press against the
flesh inside and cause the tiny spheres deep in her ass to roll with
it.
	And just as she felt it touch her deepest possible place,
filling her completely and stretching her to the limit that her mind
and soul and lust could endure, it suddenly shuddered and began to
vibrate madly, deep in her sex... and she screamed as the first orgasm
exploded through her, all the sensations from nipples and ass and sex
and gag and bondage and sightlessness erupting in one searing moment
of release that rolled through her, sending her flying out of her
flesh as it burned away around her.
	And even as she began to tumble forward, unable to withstand
the assault, her body now one massive fireball of cumming, she felt
his arm catch her, holding her up, drapped limply over it.
	And when his fingertip swiftly slipped between the lips of her
sex and gently found her clit in slow, light circles, the second
explosion of cumming ripped through her... and even before it ebbed
came the third... and the fourth....
	
	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*
*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*
*
	
	She drifted, lost in her own universe, driven there by the
eruptions that racked her flesh...
	
	She was only vaguely aware of him untieing her legs, and
laying her gently onto her back... of her legs being raised up and
secured, wide and separate, to the opposite corners of the
headboard... of the tormenting object being slipped from her sex,
leaving her feeling open and empty... of the weight of his own body
poised above hers.
	Only when the blindfold was slipped from her, and she gazed up
at him with bleary, unfocused eyes, did she realize that this moment
had arrived...
	And as his cock brushed against her sex, and slowly filled
her, their eyes locked together, the entire universe reduced to this
coupling... did she bid farewell to the last of what she was, and
savored the birth of what she now was.... his.... body and soul....
his....
	And this time, when the cumming struck her, it burned them
both away to ash and vapor... 
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