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Part 3
The room was dim and quite hot. Ken was naked to the waist and had a
short, whippy cane in his hand. He also had on a pair of the softest, most
comfortable leather pants he'd ever worn. Although, he thought as he looked
down at them, they were the only pair of leather pants he'd ever worn.
The room he was in was a dungeon - a very well equipped dungeon. The
only other occupant was Jane, her body bound in an extreme hog tie and hung from
a rope. He knew that she'd been there for about twenty minutes and was in
serious pain. Her body had not gone numb, but had retained all its sensations -
something that would not happen in real life, and those sensations were driving
her mad with desire.
Ken waked forward to examine the beautiful woman. He saw that she'd
been bound with rough, untreated hemp. There was blood on her skin from where
it had chafed as she hung from the hook. Several coils were constricting her
waist by at least two inches. Each large breast was bound excruciatingly
tightly at its base, her long, thick, brown nipples were swollen with blood.
From each nipple bar hung a heavy weight, pulling the sensitive nubs and
increasing her torment whenever she shifted in her bondage.
He continued to walk around her. She could see him, but the large ring
gag in her mouth made anything she might say more or less unintelligible. He
admired the rope bondage that allowed her suspension - it was beautifully done
and she was well, if uncomfortably, supported. The ropes around her waist,
chest and through her crotch supported her weight. Other ropes acted as
stabilizers so that she wouldn't spin around or tilt to one side or the other.
Her hair was gathered in a pony tail and tied to her elbows, pulling her head
back. Not coincidentally, this put her, if she were lowered a bit, at the right
height to mouth fuck. Even as Ken thought that, her body was lowered. He
smiled at the expression on her face. Pained and eager. Trickles of sweat were
running down her straining body. As he looked between her legs, he saw her
juices had soaked the rough hemp that was splitting her sex.
He whipped the thin cane back and forth through the air. Jane's body
jerked as she heard it. Because of her position, there were few places that the
cane could land that he wanted to hit. She jumped and grunted when the first
stroke hit the side of her ass. It was more from surprise, than anything else.
However, several strokes later welts were being raised and she was groaning
loudly. Ken could feel the sting soak through her body as she grew more and
more aroused with each strike. As Lea had said, Jane was a true masochist. The
tip of the cane curved around her ass cheek, raising a number of welts. He
switched to her inner thighs, then the bottoms of her feet, which were exposed
because each big toe had a string attached to it pulling her foot back. He
would often stop for a minute to let her breathing slow, then start on another
body part, flicks of his wrist curving the end of the cane around her ribs,
thighs and portions of her mons. Finally he stood in front of her and opened
his pants.
Jane was whining with need. The cane had inflamed her, raising her
arousal but not satisfying it. The rough crotch rope harshly stimulated her
sex, but not enough for her to cum. She was beginning to lose herself totally
in all the sensations. There was little left of the thinking, analyzing being
that she usually was. Ken's cock sliding deep into her mouth felt like
completion to her. To him it felt indescribable. She couldn't close her mouth,
but her tongue massaged and licked and her throat opened to welcome him. Now,
as he slid in and out of her throat, the cane began to strike her hard breasts,
creating a deliberate lattice of welts across the swollen skin. Again, while it
was enough to inflame her further, it was not enough to make her cum. She would
have begged, but knew, in her heart, it would do her no good. There was no safe
word, no control, and no out for her. There were only her Master's wishes.
Ken didn't want to cum in her mouth and thought of another position he'd
like her to be in. It took little time, in this fantasy, for her position to be
changed. Gone was the suspension rig and now Jane found herself bound to a
cross with both and upper and lower cross pieces. Each wrist was spread wide
and attached to the upper cross piece, and each knee also spread wide and tied
to the lower cross piece. She looked at Ken, her eyes wide, staring at the
harsh, three stranded whip he had in his hand. She could not speak because as
much as she wanted to beg him to use the whip, a thick phallus gag kept her
silent. Each of her breasts were still tightly bound at the base causing them
to bulge out, hard and sensitive. She feared the whip as she had feared the
cane. Feared it, and desired it. Needed it. Her body was on fire, the marks
from the ropes and earlier caning had not disappeared. In places, her skin was
raw, and the same rough ropes had been used to tie her wrists and knees, chafing
even more. The base of each breast burned, spreading the pain across her chest.
Jane's senses drank it all in, embracing it and turning it to arousal. Her
pussy, so harshly tied before, was now free of the crotch rope and clear fluid
was slowly oozing from its reddened depths.
Ken ran his fingers over her naked sex - for she was completely shaved,
her skin as smooth as if she'd never had hair. She groaned and thrust her hips
into his fingers, but to no avail. He lifted them to his nose, inhaling her
scent with obvious pleasure. Then he wiped his fingers under her nose, coating
the area with her scent. She watched his face avidly and felt his fingers slide
through her sex again, moaning as he put them to his own lips to clean off her
salty liquid. Then he stepped back raising the whip and, even as her breath
quickened in fear, her body flushed with arousal.
The first flick of the whip kissed her skin and she convulsed,
desperately trying not to cum. She hadn't been given permission and as well
trained as she was, she could hold back. For a while, anyway. But getting
intense sexual pleasure from this type of treatment was how she was wired and
she couldn't last forever. More blows fell and as they landed harder and
harder, sometimes actually cutting her, she began to lose the battle to keep
from cuming.
Ken knew all this. He could see, and in a distant way feel, the lust
riding her body, pushing away all thought and leaving only sensation in its
wake. He thought it likely she would pass out before she'd allow herself an
orgasm and knew for sure that, at this stage, if she did have one, she would
pass out anyway. Another lash fell across her taut lower belly raising a welt.
Jane was almost at her limit and Ken started to talk to her. He wasn't sure
she'd hear him, but he wanted to try.
The whip stopped and Jane felt a hand gliding across her wet, fevered
skin. "You'd like to cum, wouldn't you love?" came her Master's voice.
Eyes closed, she nodded. It wouldn't take much. Just a few lashes to
her swollen sex and she'd be there. Fingers invaded her, sliding in easily.
She was open and wet.
"You are so beautiful. You love the whip, don't you?"
Jane nodded.
"Your skin is welted," SNAP, the whip snaked around her thigh. "And
you're bleeding. Still, you want this. Need it. Don't you?"
The nod was very emphatic.
SNAP! Jane froze, straining against the bonds and her body's desire to
cum as the whip opened a welt on her swollen breast. Her head bent as the pain
flowed to her core and she panted, desperate for control. Desperate to obey and
please her Master. But desperate for more of the whip.
SNAP, the other breast was struck and Jane began to float in a sea of
red sensations. Her hearing started to dim. Her eyes were already closed.
"Cum for me love. Cum for your Master, and remember who gave you this
orgasm."
Despite being almost completely out of it, Jane heard him. The whip
slashed into her sex, bruising it, slapping her hard clit and Jane started to
cum. For five more minutes, Ken played the whip over her body, drawing blood on
her ass, belly, and even her mons. Slashing into her sex, bruising her large
clit and snapping the strands into her open sex and over her asshole. There was
no violence in his actions. Only the deliberate controlled aiming of the lash
at her body. Jane came with every stroke until she finally fainted.
The next transition was somewhat jarring for Ken. One minute he was
deep into the scene where Jane had just passed out, and the next she was lying
on a platform with her arms tied above her, tight ropes around her middle and
her widely spread thighs tied to her ankles. Her knees were pulled painfully
back and to her sides. She was open and ready for anything else he might
desire. As things shifted, she was just coming to.
He knew she could feel every lash mark he had left on her. Each welt
was throbbing in time with her heart beat. Rather than diminishing her lust,
each throb fanned it just a bit. She looked up at him knowing that her cunt and
asshole, positioned right at the edge of the platform, were completely open for
his use. She was once again gagged with the ring gag and was wondering if he
would beat her with the crop he now had in his hand. There was nothing she
could do to stop him, and at that thought, her pussy clenched in an orgasmic
aftershock, squeezing out more cream. Her body ached; she wanted more. But she
wanted him to cum. Ken could feel her desire for it. She wanted to feel him
use her body and get pleasure from it. She needed to know she could please her
Master. Her pussy was small and she would have a hard time with his width, but
she needed to feel him inside her. Ken was happy to oblige as he slid his cock
into her. Her tight, wet heat enveloped him and he realized that in real life,
she really was this tight. Good thing she was a masochist because unless the
guy was pretty small, vaginal and, he knew, anal, sex really hurt. Being wired
the way she was made this a good thing.
He slid in and out of her body while she groaned, ooo'd and ahh'd. The
crop fell on her breasts, adding to the welts already there. He found her
nipples were now especially sensitive after her tits had been bound for so long.
They became a special target, and the thick swollen nubs stood out well over an
inch. He leaned up and removed the gag.
"God your cunt feels good."
She moaned in response.
"Do you like having me inside you?"
"Yes Master, your slave wants to please you." She jerked as the crop
fell squarely on a nipple.
Normally, not that things had ever gotten this extreme in a scene, Ken
would ask if he should stop or if there was something else she wanted. There
was no need for that. He knew her desires and she wanted to be pushed to the
edge and beyond. Needed the pain flaring through her, needed to feel the
pounding of his cock.
"You may cum when I do."
"Yes Master," she panted, then cried out as the crop opened another welt
on her breast. Never before had she felt anything like this. Never had her
fantasies been so fulfilling, so real. She knew how she wanted this one to end.
Ken had never felt anything like this either - with the single exception
of the blowjob from Lea. He had perfect control, knew exactly what to do and
knew exactly how his slave was feeling. And now it was time to cum. He thrust
harder, the crop raining blows to Jane's ribs and breasts and when he came she
remained conscious long enough to feel it and have a mind blowing orgasm of her
own before passing into a red haze of feeling.
She came back in his arms, free of ropes for the first time in hours.
But she was still a slave and still wore her collar and now, steel cuffs on her
wrists and ankles. Fingers played with her super sensitive sex, tapping her
clit and spreading the wetness of their joining.
"We are finished for now slave. I'm tired and would like to sleep.
It's time to return to your cage."
"Yes Master." Jane knew that the cage, just big enough for her to sit
with her knees drawn to her chin, would torture her for hours until her Master
rose to let her out. She shuddered in apprehension. Also in anticipation. In
her fantasies, she had cum just from being left in that cramped space, often
with a thick dildo in her ass, unable to remove it. Her piss would burn her raw
sex and the welts on her thighs and ass, since she would not be allowed to use
the bathroom before being locked up. Her shoulders would ache from her arms
being pulled behind her, outside the cage, and locked in steel, keeping her
completely helpless. She wondered if he'd use the metal brank on her tonight,
then knew he would. Fire burned in her belly and slick oil oozed from her cunt
as she contemplated how she'd spend the next eight hours.
The scene faded and Ken found himself back in the living room with Lea.
Again, the transition took him by surprise. Lea was staring at him with a wide
smile on her face.
"So, you are back, Kenneth. I see you enjoyed your time with her."
Ken was still a little dazed. Despite having cum twice in the last...
however long it had been, not to mention three times earlier in the day, he
found himself still aroused. All this sexual energy was blazing through his
body. Lea nodded as if she could read his thoughts. For all he knew, she
could.
"I know how you feel, Kenneth. I will help you with that," she said
moving toward him, "and then we can talk."
Even after all the intense sex he'd just experienced, Ken suddenly found
himself too aroused to do anything but watch as she knelt in front of him and
took him deep into her mouth. It never occurred to him to wonder where his
clothes went. While it didn't last as long as the first one she gave him, this
blowjob was just as amazing. He cried out loudly as he came, spurting almost
painfully into her eager mouth, then relaxing, his body and mind finally at
peace while she gently cleaned his cock with her mouth.
Lea moved next to him on the couch, laying her head on his shoulder with
one hand stroking his chest.
"So Kenneth, what do you think? If you take what I offer, then you may
have these experiences whenever you like." He looked at her and she smiled with
a radiance that made him begin to fall into her presence and lose all sensation.
Slowly, that feeling dimmed and Ken's brain began to work again. It was
becoming obvious that either he was nuts, or this was really happening. If he
was nuts, well then, it wasn't like he could do anything about it. He didn't
feel crazy though, he felt... at peace. Happy in a way that he couldn't ever
remember feeling. However peaceful he felt though, Ken wasn't going to accept
this 'gift' with out knowing more about what it entailed.
Lea smiled, "I see you want the details."
Ken shook his head, and, although he was loath to, straightened up and
moved a bit away from her. Her physical presence was very powerful.
"I wish you'd stop doing that."
"Doing what? " she asked, a serious expression on her face, but a
twinkle in her deep green eyes.
"Answering my questions before I can ask them."
She sat straight on the couch, looking completely serious, but still
with a gleam in her eye. "Please, ask your questions."
Ken was sure that she was still laughing inside, but it wasn't a cruel
laugh. More like a shared joke. He sighed and tried to marshal his thoughts.
Rising, he walked over to the window which looked out onto a beautiful, sunny
beach. Facing Lea was not conducive to critical thinking.
"Explain to me, please, what this gift is and why you'd want me to have
it."
"Of course. I will tell you, but I think that you will not believe all
of it. Yet. My... people live on certain kinds of energy. Once, we were
many, but over time we have faded in numbers."
Ken faced her. Her people? Just what did that mean?
"We need the energy that humans create to live. At one time it worked
well for us and was a good symbiosis, since most of the energy created by human
emotion is wasted. It sustains us. When we were many, we began to specialize
in the type of energy we could absorb. Each became more powerful by focusing on
a specific type. But as our numbers began to grow smaller, we found that we
couldn't re-adapt - we couldn't broaden the types of energy that we needed. And
so we died."
She looked sad. Ken could feel her unhappiness. Still, he realized
that she wasn't telling him the entire story. Of course, what she was saying
was fantastic enough. Perhaps, as she'd already mentioned, she thought he
wouldn't believe the whole truth.
"Over time, we became fewer and fewer. The one who became the most
powerful became... jealous. He found ways to cut many of us off from what we
needed. I went into hiding, almost fading myself until perhaps 40 years ago.
Slowly, I began to regain some of my strength. But it wasn't until now that I
had enough to manifest myself to you. You have given me more energy than I've
had in a very long time."
Ken's head was whirling. Surely, this couldn't be true. But, looking
at her, he knew that she wasn't lying. She wasn't telling him everything, but
she wasn't lying.
"What are you? An alien or something?"
She smiled. "Or something." It was clear that he wasn't going to get
more information on that subject.
"So, what is this deal?"
Lea smiled again, "You are an interesting combination of complex,
rational thinking, and pure lust. I like that." She paused. "I will give you
the power to do what I did today, in the mall. Your actions will seem like a
daydream to those you interact with, a very strong daydream, that really
happens. No harm is done to the person and any physical marks disappear at the
end of the day dream. Provided that you want them to.
The fear you experienced earlier is not something to worry about. You
will not be at the mercy of others. While you will be able to 'read' anyone -
man or woman - you will only be drawn to those who either share your interests,
or have the potential to. In time you will have no problem controlling this
power or the others that come with it. You will have what you wanted -
virtually unlimited access to anyone's sexuality. And you would become my
Avatar."
That was interesting. Of course, sated as he was at the moment, he had
other questions. But the fact that she'd satisfied him before telling him all
this showed that she had good intensions. If she'd offered this to him earlier,
he'd never have been able to think clearly and would have taken her deal no
matter what the consequences. Speaking of which.
"So what's the down side?"
"You will build up the energy from your encounters and that energy must
be passed on to me. Much as you did tonight. Under most circumstances, you
could not be kept from me. If you could not release the energy though, and it
continued to build up, you would die. Also, if I were to die, you will die as
well. You will be bound to me for life."
"What happens if I die?"
"You would be released from those bonds. "
Ken stood in silence. He was being offered the answer to his every
sexual prayer. But he knew there was more to life than just sex. "What if I
wanted to marry, to have children? Would they be bound to you as well?"
"No. But it is unlikely that you would marry a woman who wouldn't be my
priestess. It would be too uncomfortable for you both. Plus, any marriage
would need my blessing."
"You mean if you didn't like who I wanted to marry, I couldn't marry
her?"
"Not precisely. I mean that if she were say, Jewish, you couldn't have
a Jewish marriage ceremony."
He frowned. "Why not?"
"Because emotional energy is what I live on. Her emotions would be
turned away from me and, to some extent, you, to worship her God. Therefore it
would put a strain on our bond. Ultimately, your union with her would fail."
"And children?"
"Children are always free to choose. Yours would be as well."
He stood there looking out onto the beach and wondering if this were
real or a 'day dream'. Ken wasn't a particularly religious man. He'd been
Catholic growing up and hated every minute of it. He frowned. He kept
thinking of Lea as a, well, a Goddess. She hadn't said she was, but all this
talk of Avatars and Priestess' made him think of religion.
Truth be told, he just wasn't that interested in his present life.
Neither work nor his personal life had the spark that he thought they should
have for a 35 year old man. He thought about his life and realized that the one
thing he'd loved to do, he'd given up years ago, and the company had stolen the
joy from his work. Other interests were fading and his life seemed to become
grayer each year. Something inside him yearned for this. True, he wanted,
needed a change in his life, but this seemed to be calling to him. Loudly.
When he turned, Lea was watching him with those pure green eyes. Eyes that he
could fall into forever. He wasn't though and he knew that she was throttling
back her presence to keep that from happening.
"So," he said, "What do I have to do to accept your 'gift'"
She rose and came to him, walking until she was only inches from his
face.
"There is no going back. Release from my service means death."
This was the first time he'd seen her absolutely serious. Not even her
eyes showed their normal, good natured humor.
"It seems... right," he almost whispered, "like something I've always
wanted."
She moved even closer. He could feel her breath on his cheek, smell her
arousing scent and feel the heat coming from her body. "Then kiss me."
They moved closer and everything but her face faded from his view. Her
lips touched his and never had he felt so complete, so peaceful. The kiss went
on until everything dissolved into light but the green of her eyes, the flame of
her hair and the touch of her lips on his.
End Part3
