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Time Of Possession
part four
by MarArch

Sunday was a turmoil for Ralph. Every time he encountered Debra, in
the kitchen, passing on the stairs, on opposite sides of the couch in
the den before the television what he saw was almost alien to him. The
far away look in her eyes would fade when she seemed to notice him and
she would smile, a warm smile of love and satisfaction but something
in him told him that it was only partially directed at him. Several
times he was on the verge of broaching the subject of her new
exploration but even though the urge was there, the words were not and
he would wind up sitting, dumbfounded and finally turning away.

Finally, in mid-afternoon, he simply blurted out "What's the matter.
Not seeing him today?"

She calmly informed him that the mysterious man was out of town,
travelled a lot on business and would be gone for most of the week.
For some strange reason this had a calming effect on Ralph and yet,
somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt a twinge of disappointment.
Why should he feel that, he wondered? Did he actually, somewhere deep
inside himself, envy her journey through this dark portion of her
sexual nature? He shook his head and tried to focus his attention on
other things, finally succeeding in having the turmoil of thoughts
fade from his mind.

That night, in bed, when he shyly reached to cup her breast she
snuggled close to him and they made love. It was calm, gentle and
loving, and although he climaxed, he realized that she did not.
Disappointed he rolled over and lay for a long time, staring into the
dark, before drifting off to an exhausted sleep.

By Tuesday things seemed to return to normal. They went through their
daily routine and it was possible for Ralph to imagine that the
previous week-end had been some sort of nightmare.... no, he
realized... a dream. And for some reason he felt a light hint of
regret tugging at him. But life had its priorities and he turned his
attention to them. Whenever he would check the computer it showed no
signs of her having used it.

Then, on Friday, it erupted once more.

He came home as usual, arriving at the house about a half hour before
she did and quickly set to work preparing dinner as he usually did
when he happened to be the first one in a position to fulfill that
obligation.

He was standing at the sink, cutting some potatos, when he heard the
front door open and called out to her. She did not immediately respond
and he stopped, turning to look at the kitchen door and listen. A
moment later she stepped into the doorway. The look in her eye caused
him to almost drop the knife.

She stood, one hand gripping the doorframe, her mouth slightly open,
breathing hard in short, shallow gasps. He took a step towards her,
concern billowing up inside him but she shook her head, causing him to
stop. A moment later her eyes closed and she shuddered with a deep
moan, her knees trembling as if they would give out. Ralph realized
she was cumming.

He stood, transfixed at the sight of her. Although she was dressed in
a normal, conserative outfit for work, there was an aire of wantonness
around her. Finally, she sighed, drew a deep breath and looked at him.

"Oh God, honey" she breathed. "I don't know if I can take much more of
this."

"Much more of what" he said, concern in his voice "What are you
talking about?"

She sighed again, reaching down to gather up her skirt in her hands
and slowly lift it. As her pussy was uncovered Ralph saw that in place
of her panties she now wore some sort of leather harness. Wide, soft
suede straps ran from a triangle that covered her crotch around her
thighs and connected to a wide belt at her waist. Slowly she turned to
reveal another triangle of heavy leather that covered her ass and for
a moment Ralph got the feeling he was looking at some sort of strange,
primitive bikini bottom. As Debra turned back to face him she simply
smiled a wan smile.

"He sent it to me this morning at the office. I had to wear it all
day."

"What - what is it?"

Her smile widened wickedly and she groaned.

"Torment.... sheer torment."

She explained that what was visible was only the most benign part of
the incidious thing. Within the harness, unseen, were three devices...
a long, thick dildo that snuggled deep into her pussy, a thinner, more
flexible one that penetrated her ass deeply and a small half-sphere
that nestled between the lips of her pussy and rested atop her clit.
She pointed out the small curved, plastic box attached to the side of
the belt and the thin wire that trailed down into the harness. She
explained that it contained some kind of battery and a timer. At
random moments throughout the day it had kicked on and the devices
that impaled her body has sprung to life, vibrating wildly, sending
deep shocks of stimulation into her pussy, ass and clit. Sometimes it
had only lasted long enough to drive her to the edge of cumming, other
times it had gone on and on after her first climax, pushing her into a
second and even a third. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the
sequence.

Her eyes gleamed with a school-girl excitement as she explained that
she had recieved the package with the moring mail, along with a note
ordering her to don it immediately and not remove it for any reason
until she heard from him again. As a result she had spent a very
unproductive day at the office, her mind constantly ripped by waves of
tingling pleasure that would sometimes leave her throbbing and
frustrated, other times send her gasping and mewling as she would
shudder in deep climax.

"I must have cum fifty times today" she said, her eyes gleaming.

"A - are you all right" he asked her.

"Oh honey.... I can't describe it" she sighed. "It's like I've died
and gone to heaven where all you do is cum and cum and cum."

A wave of disappointment flooded over Ralph as he nodded, dumbly then
turned back to the chopping board with a muttered "Dinner will be
ready in about a half hour."

During dinner she stopped eating twice, gasping hard and Ralph assumed
the thing was doing its work on her again. But instead of shuddering
in climax she merely sagged and groaned with frustration.

"What's the matter" he asked her.

"I'm getting frustrated" she replied, a bit of a pout in her voice.

Ralph was surprised to find himself smiling at this.

"What" he said "it's not making you cli - You're not cumming?" He was
surprised by his use of that word but his grin widened anyway.

"No" she pouted. "And I sure need to soon."

They finished dinner in silence and Ralph cleared the dishes, running
the water in the sink and rolling up his sleeves to wash them. As he
did so Debra went upstairs, returning to drop heavily onto the couch
wearing her thick bathrobe. When he had finished the dishes he joined
her.

Throughout the evening he could see her mood slowly darkening as the
device would kick in, instantly rousing her, making her squirm and
shift in an attempt to increase the stimulation, but then she would
moan in disappointment as it shut down once more, short of release.

By the time they rose to go to bed Debras mood was dark and silent,
almost angry.

She did not sleep well that night. Everytime exhaustion would overtake
her and she would slip into unconsciousness, the device would kick in
and wake her. She tossed and turned and once she dragged herself from
sleep to find she was on her stomach, her hips grinding down hard,
trying vainly to find the climax that had been building and eluding
her for hours. When her tossing and turning disturbed Ralph once and
he opened his eyes, still half asleep, he noticed she was curled into
a fetal position, crying quietly in pure frustration.

Saturday morning when Ralph awoke he noticed the bed was empty. Rising
he trudged through the upper floor of the house, finally finding her
sitting at the computer, hammering away at the keys with such force he
thought for a moment she might drive one of them through the bottom of
the keyboard. Later, after she had dressed and gone downstairs he
checked the computer and saw that she had written her mysterious
controller a shockingly fierce letter, filled with invective and
anger. Ralph was surprised to realize that his first thought was like
that of one child who observes another doing some wicked deed, and he
almost wanted to crow quietly "oooh, you're gonna be punished..."

Throughout the morning Ralph would see her suddenly stop some
activity, her body going rigid for a long moment before sagging with a
disappointed sigh. After it had happened a dozen times she finally
screamed out "FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!" and broken down in sobbing
frustration.

At exactly noon the phone rang and Debra answered it, her "hello"
clipped and tense as had been all her communications that day.
Instantly, however, she gasped in a deep breath as she recognized the
voice on the other end of the line, scooped up the phone and saught
some private corner where she spent a full hour in muttered
conversation.

When she returned and replaced the phone on the table Ralph, seated
before the television, could see that her eyes were red, the residue
of tears.

"What's wrong" he said, concern filling him.

She just shook her head and stood a long moment, as if gathering
herself. Finally she moved to the opposite end of the couch and sat,
in that posture that says what was about to be discussed was serious.

Slowly, in fits and starts, then with gathering focus she explained
that he had given her the belt for a purpose, not just to torment her.
It was part of her training, she explained. When Ralph asked what sort
of training, she explained that she was being taught to be constantly
aroused, that she would eventually spend every waking moment
fluxuating between a state of high sexual arousal and climax, bouncing
back and forth, always ready to fuck and serve and please, no matter
what might be asked of her at any time, day or night. With a deep sigh
she said it was the first of her slut training.

Ralph didn't know what to say, how to respond, but his body was
already sending blood to swell his cock at the thought and he felt his
own throbbing begin.

Almost off-handedly Debra said that she would be leaving to go to him
in a couple of hours and would not be home until late on Sunday night.
He was having a party and he wanted her there. She turned to look at
Ralph, a question in her eyes, but he merely nodded, resigned.

"I love you" she whispered.

"I know" he said quietly.

She rose from the couch and just before she reached the door of the
den she stopped, her body stiffening slightly, her head down, and
Ralph knew she was again enduring the attentions of the incideous
device that captured and held her pussy, ass and clit. Within a minute
she relaxed, sighed and moved out of the den, heading toward the
stairs to dress....

(more stories at:
http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/jon_thompson_3/adult01.htm)


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