Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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> From: Mad Dog Literata <literata@cyberramp.net> Subject: STORY: One Woman's Fantasy, Part 3/4 Evelyn shows you the gun. "Do you like this, slut?" she asks. "I find it to be a very, very powerful metaphor, don't you?" She runs it over her breasts; she is getting off on this. You notice a roll tray to the side, in the shadows. She pulls it into the circle of light. There is a mirrored case on it, along with a set of metal instruments and smaller cases. Evelyn opens the case and removes a plastic bag. She empties the bag onto the tray top and, holding a slender chrome straw to her nose, leans over it and snorts a line. Her body shakes as the cocaine hits her bloodstream. "Fuck," she mutters, and does another line. She is looking into your eyes during all of this. After the second line, she lights a cigarette. "Mmm," she purrs, blowing a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling, "that is heavenly!" She dips down again, puts some powder on the tip of her finger, holds it to your lips. You suck it off of her. Evelyn has a feral look on her now, her eyes are wide and slightly mad. Her nipples are clearly outlined in the taut fabric of her playsuit; her hands caress her breasts as you look on. Then she stops. "It's time," she says. She looks past you and nods. As you look into the mirror, you see one of the men behind you strip down. As he pulls his jeans off, his erect cock juts out toward you like a serpent. The other man moves to your front and kneels down; he is between you and Mistress Evelyn. His strong hands grab your thighs and he buries his face between your legs. The shock of feeling his tongue sliding deep inside you is bone- shaking. In the mirror, you see the man behind you spreading some kind of lubricant over his cock. It glistens in the shadows. Your breath is cut short as he puts the tip of his penis against your anus. You know what is about to happen, and struggle briefly, but before you know it, he's inside you, thrusting smoothly past your fear-tightened sphincter. He grinds himself into you and, with his free hand, tightens the bra that is wrapped around your neck. The two men hold their positions, and it is Mistress Evelyn who commands them. She holds the gun up to your face, an inch away from your lips. And you know what her next command will be. "Suck it, slut," she says, and you lean forward, taking the silencer into your mouth. She holds it up and slides it in and out of your mouth and, as if by magic, the two men begin to move in the same tempo. You can't tear your eyes from Evelyn, and you're only vaguely aware that the brassiere is getting ever tighter... You watch yourself being fucked; the man behind you invading your ass, his cock cutting like a knife through butter, the one below you tormenting you with his tongue. And Mistress Evelyn, who, through it all, is fucking your mouth with that delicious, extremely sexual weapon... Your orgasm rolls through you like thunder -- your body shakes -- the chains rattle loudly. You ride the peak until the man in your ass starts to come; you feel his cock pulsing as he impales you with it. He has been grunting the entire time, and right before you feel his come spraying into you he reaches up and pinches your nostrils completely closed. You begin to scream now. You're going insane -- your lungs are yelling for air, but at the same time your orgasm has moved to a new peak. Your back is arched -- you don't even realize that the man in front of you has grabbed your nipples and is twisting them cruelly -- all you can think about is that wonderful, terrible orgasm that racks you... Suddenly, finally, it comes to an end. The two men pull away from you slowly; you feel semen dripping from your ass. Mistress Evelyn pulls the gun from your mouth and smiles. Her lips meet yours, and you kiss her. She tastes sweet, like honey. "Almost over, darling," she tells you, those eyes of hers cutting into like lasers. She holds your face in her hands like a lover, savoring the taste and feel of you. You hear something behind you, try to turn around, but Evelyn tightens her hold on you. "Don't, darling," she says. "One more trial to go." Things behind you are being put in place; Evelyn watches (you see her eyes darting around the room behind you). When everything is ready, she nods and pulls herself away from you. "Very good," she says. "Insert the probe." Something cold and metallic slides into your ass once again. At the same time, Evelyn attaches a set of nipple clamps onto your breasts. Evelyn is getting revved again; you can tell it from the look in her eyes. You now hear a low hum in the room -- where is it coming from? you wonder. You try to look behind you, but your own image blocks the view. Despite yourself, you start becoming aroused again. Evelyn brings something up to your face. "Doesn't this look awesome?" she asks you. It's some kind of gag, but it's made of a silvery metal substance: A set of barbells. Evelyn guides it into your mouth; you bite down on the bar as if it were a horse's bit. And even though it's too close to your eyes to see clearly, there are -- apparently -- some kind of connecting points on the spheres. Oh, no...you start bucking wildly when you realize what the third trial is to be. "Connect the electrodes," Mistress Evelyn commands. ---------- -- Story Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> Newsgroup FAQ: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/faq.html> Archive site: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> (Not pretty yet)