She struggled to remember, to grasp some glimpse of where she had been. She
recalled only vaguely the events that lead her here... She remembered the
party... the odd party. Her new lover, had mentioned it to her, and said that
his attendance was mandatory, but he had not invited her, or suggested even that
she consider it possible. She remembered the flash of panic that had flowed
through her at that moment, when she realized that he was going somewhere
without her. Somewhere fun. They had only met the month before, but since that
time, he had opened to her a whole new world of sensuality and lust that she had
never before dreamed existed. When he gently molded and moved her naked body
into some wondrous new position and teased and toyed with it, she felt her whole
flesh scream with life and joy and such sensations as she could only imagine
before he had come into her life. And when he lay atop her, his hard manhood
slid firmly into her, he would gaze down into her eyes as his hands roamed
across her flesh, pausing to pinch or tickle or stroke her, as if he was testing
her, seeking to find what her limits of lust might be, or whether she had any
limits at all. And she welcomed everything he did to her; to her body and her
mind and her soul. She was truly alive in his arms and impaled upon him. But
then he had mentioned the party, and it seemed to her that he was not going to
ask her to go with him. So she had suggested that she would adore attending it
in his company. And he had hesitated, muttering something about not being sure
whether or not she was ready yet. And though she did not understand him, still
she pressed on with her request that he allow her to attend. And finally he had
relented, though perhaps a bit sadly. Then it was the evening of the affair, and
she had answered her door to find him standing there, dressed in white, silken,
blousy shirt with ruffles at the collar and cuffs, and black pants so snug they
reminded her of tights. A pair of hip length leather boots covered his legs and
she was momentarily taken aback, not realizing that this was to be some sort of
costume affair. But he had smiled warmly at her and told her not to worry, and
taken her hand and they had gone. Arriving at the large, almost mansion-like
house far out into the country, they were greeted at the door by a tall,
handsome man wearing the robes and cowl of a Monk, who had ushered them inside
to where the party was already humming away. As she had scanned the room, she
saw an amazing sight. There were a number of handsome men, all dressed as if
they had just stepped from some Renaissance court, decked in a variety of tunics
and gherkins and boots of all sorts. But what surprised her most was the
appearance of the women... Their attire followed no set pattern. Some wore
draped, flowing dresses, which might have perfectly suited a Medieval barmaid,
others were clad in skin tight bodysuits which accentuated the curves of their
hips and the small, tight knots of their nipples beneath the fabric, as though
they had just come from some science fiction fantasy. Still others wore little
more than a wisp of cloth to cover their most intimate flesh and one women was
even completely naked, sporting only a pair of wide leather wrist cuffs, joined
loosely by a length of chair. But what she had noticed after a few moments was
the fact that each of the women bore an identical collar around their necks... a
thick, soft leather band that seemed to buckle tightly in the back and had a
small, oddly shaped tag dangling from the front, like the license a dog might
sport. But she was either to shy or too polite, she told herself, to ask about
it and the idea soon faded from her mind. For a long while she had laughed and
talked and joked with these strangers, and although she began to quickly feel at
ease, she could not help but sense that, when they though her attention was
elsewhere, they were all turning to stare at her, and perhaps whisper excitedly
together, their attention fixed firmly on her. After several glasses of very
fine champagne, she realized she was growing light-headed and decided to seek a
little momentary quiet. She strolled casually around the house and suddenly
found herself pushing through a doorway and into a large, gleaming kitchen. The
only other person in this spacious room was the Monk, who was casually arranging
a tray with small tidbits on it. He looked up at her and smiled, and she
returned it, graciously. They fell to chatting and it was so off-handed that she
really could not remember what, if anything, had actually been said. At last,
the Monk smiled at her, turned and retrieved a tall, dusty bottle from a
cabinet, uncorking it and pouring a small amount of a dark, rich, red liquid
into a fluted glass and handing it to her. She took it, gave him a silent smile
in thanks and raised it to her lips, sipping it lightly. She was startled at how
sweet and tangy it was, the faint hint of honey and lemon wafting over it's
surface. Quickly she upended the glass and drained it, setting it down on the
counter with a sigh. She thanked him and turned to re-enter the party. She had
wandered around for a long moment, nodding and smiling at those she had met and
those who were still strangers to her, and slowly she began to realize that she
was becoming extremely light-headed. She was finding her focus beginning to
drift, and, oddest of all, she could feel the first stirrings of a low tingling
deep inside her, and when she took a further step, she realized that she was
growing wet. This surprised her, since only her lover had managed to instill
these feelings in her lately. And now they simply seemed to be happening,
spontaneously. Suddenly, she was very, very tired and felt her eyelids begin to
droop. She glanced around and noticed a plush sofa across the room, so she
turned and tried to focus, moving in that direction. Before she had taken very
many steps, she could feel her eyes sliding closed and just before everything
faded to a distant memory, she could see that everyone seemed to have fallen
silent, and was turned to watch her with intense, sometimes blazing eyes. Then
her lids slid shut and she was gone. She felt, rather than saw, her next
awakening. As if reluctant to release her, the cool sleep held her hand, holding
her within the confines of it's territory, as she tried to focus on the odd
sensations that even now were slowly sinking into her from whatever distant
place her body still occupied. She could feel herself being lifted, raised
upright until her feet were planted solidly and hands under her arms kept her
from sinking down. Then she felt her arms being drawn back behind her, her
wrists being crossed and something cool and soft wrapping around them, pinning
them in place. And just as she was about to abandon herself to sleep once more,
she sensed someone approaching and then, suddenly, the acrid stench of ammonia
wafting into her nose, hitting her brain and jerking it back from it's drifting
reverie. She opened her eyes and blinked. And then the full range of her
sensations came flashing though her, startlingly. She was bound, not only with
her hands firmly trapped behind her back, but she could feel lengths of rope
tied snugly to her elbows and around her breasts, immobilizing her entire arms.
And she realized even before she glanced down at herself, that the ropes
continued across her chest, in a clever pattern that wrapped and tightly held
her large breasts... And she realized that they were naked, and then her eyes
noticed the large, gleaming metal clamps that gripped her erect nipples, a
moment before the dull throbbing of the devices rolled through her chest. When
she moaned, she realized for the first time that her mouth was gagged, a large
ball of some kind pressed firmly between her teeth and it's attached cord
running around her head and firmly secured behind her neck. She felt herself
begin to sag, and the hands under her arms supported her, keeping her steady on
her feet. She leaned forward and her downward glance showed her that she was
virtually naked, wearing only high, tight stockings and high-heeled shoes. She
saw an arm extended toward her, the hand coming up toward her face and again
smelled the acrid stinging in her nostrils. Her entire body jerked upwards as if
to escape the horrible smell and she was fully awake now, and the first dull
aches in various places began to rush into her mind. But before she could take a
proper accounting of them, a gentle hand gripped her jaw and turned her gaze
outwards, in front of herself. Before her stood one of the women from the
party... the one who had been dressed as a serving maid, though now she was
fully adorned in a garment that gripped her soft curves and seemed to be made
out of rubber or vinyl of some kind, including a pair of elbow length gloves.
The woman smiled at her and now that she was sure she was being regarded,
allowed the hand to slide slowly along her cheek as she spoke in a low, almost
soothing voice. "There you are, my dear. Back with us again. How nice. My name
is Lisa, and I am your attendant for the ceremony." She could feel her brows
furrowing in confusion. What ceremony, she wondered. What in God's name was
going on here? Who was this person and what was this insane position she found
herself in all about? The woman seemed to sense her confusion and smiled at her,
a combination of soothing and wicked playfulness. "Don't be alarmed, my dear.
You won't be harmed in any way. But, since you attended our little... gathering
for the first time, you obviously have a strong desire to participate in our
particular lifestyle. And in order to do that, you must go through the ceremony,
as we all have. And once you've done that, then you get to play with us whenever
you like. But come along now. It's time we were starting." The woman turned and
moved away toward the large double doors in the middle of the wall which she
could now see was something like a library or gentlemen's den. She turned
quickly to glance at her sides and saw that two of the other women from the
party were now holding her firmly under each arm, and smiling wickedly at her.
She began to feel a bit of panic, completely unaware of what might happen to her
now. The woman to her left was a tall blond, very strong and she too was attired
in the strange yet, she had to admit, provocative garments as the woman who
identified herself as Lisa. This woman smiled down at her for a long moment,
then released one hand from her arm and reached down between her legs. An
instant later, she felt the startling tremble of something deep inside her...
The object was not large, barely occupying more space than her thumb, but it was
deep inside her sex, and it's constant, pulsing rhythm would slowly drive her
mad, she was sure. The women who identified herself as Lisa reached the doors
and opened them wide, revealing a darkened room beyond lit here and there by
small, flickering candles, and the women who flanked her began to ease her
forward. At first, she attempted to resist, to hold back, but the tall blond
merely reached out and took the chain which dangled between the clamps on her
nipples lightly in her fingers and gave it a gentle steady tug, like signaling a
dog on a leash. The waves of pinching sensation boiled through her breasts and
deep into her, meeting with and swirling into the steady vibrations from within
her sex and she heard herself moan as resistance fled from her. She took a
tentative step forward, and then another, and before the trio had reached the
now open doors, they had achieved a slow, almost stately pace. And then they
were through the door, and into the darkness of the room beyond. Behind them,
Lisa closed the doors and a deep gloom surrounded her. The women on either side
of her leaned in and gently kissed her cheeks, then stepped away and faded into
the shadows, leaving her standing alone, swaying slightly, struggling to
concentrate. She made every effort to remain absolutely still, lest the ripples
of sensations that now were assaulting her throbbing body from her pinioned
arms, her pulsing sex and dully throbbing nipples distract her into a sweet
insanity and keep her from figuring out just what was happening to her. Slowly
her eyes began to adjust to the dimness and shapes began to swirl into sharper
form... She realized that the room was quite large, the ceiling very high, and
the candles were placed almost randomly around the space on stands of various
heights. And in between the stands, she began to make out shapes... the shapes
of human bodies, their flesh catching a faint glow from the candles... all of
them stripped down to their skin, save for a few here and there who were clad
only in small wisps of cloth other their genitals. But all attention in the room
was focused upon her, of that she was certain. Lisa stepped up from the shadows
and stood face to face with her, smiling wickedly at her for a long moment,
before reaching out and lightly running the tips of her long-nailed fingers
slowly across the naked skin of her stomach, sending tickling ripples deep into
her and causing her body to flinch slightly, as if to attempt escape from the
delicious torment. A long, low moan boiled from her throat and Lisa's smile
increased, displaying a wanton satisfaction. She let her fingertips trail slowly
down into the hair above her sex and a single finger slid softly between the
lips, and brushed down, cresting the tight, throbbing clit and tracing the swell
of her nether lips all the way to the bottom. They were slick now with her
excitement and as the caress sank into her she moaned again, louder this time.
Lisa withdrew her finger, and raised it to her lips, her tongue extending and
slowly licking the fluid from it, like a cook sampling a carefully prepared
dish. Lisa gave a quiet, appreciative groan and turned to face the people hidden
in the shadows. "Masters, little ones, honored guests. We meet tonight, to once
again conduct our solemn ceremony of induction. There is here, before us, a
female who will soon become one of our number... who will taste the agony and
sweetness of our attentions and become one with us in our honored quest for the
perfection of pleasure. She is offered to us and we accept her..." Lisa paused
for a long dramatic moment, and when she continued her voice was dark and
ominous. "But... we also have a punishment to meet out. He who has brought her
to us, has done so in violation of our strictest rules. For he chose her
hastily, and allowed himself to be swayed and wooed by his affection for her,
though they are only newly acquainted, and without testing her worthiness to
become a part of our ensemble. He allowed himself to let her influence him, to
let her coax him into including her in our activities. And in doing so, he has
demonstrated that weakness which we can not allow in anyone of our number who
would call himself a Master. Therefore, he must be punished, and made to see
what the true nature of our lives her are all about... and he must do so from
the other side of the equation. Behold, august friends, the fate of a fallen
master..." Lisa turned toward a distant corner, and slowly a dull light from
somewhere overhead began to rise, revealing a pool of illumination in the
blackness. There he was, his body stripped naked and lashed firmly down onto
some sort of intricate device of gleaming metal pipes and thick dark foam pads.
He was, essentially, on his back, his arms spread wide and held in place against
a padded support at the wrists, palms upwards, with additional bindings at his
elbows and shoulders. His torso was strapped tightly to a small padded table,
and his legs were stretched upwards and held wide apart by wires that ran from
the thick ankle cuffs up into the darkness. Around his forehead was a tight band
of some kind which pulled it downwards and back, so that his head was dangling,
upside-down. His jaw was distended by the huge spherical gag that circled his
head and jutting from it was a large, realistic looking phallus. She could see
that his nipples too were clamped, the connecting chain held up by another thin
wire that disappeared above into the darkness and pulled at him, stretching his
flesh slightly. And she could see his cock, hard and erect, it's base gripped by
a tight ring to which was attached a small device of some kind. He was utterly
helpless and when his eyes fell on her own she could see in them that he was
undergoing a wash of strange sensations, part of his mind lost in confusion,
part overwhelmed by the intense physical sensations that were coursing through
his body. The sight of him, her lover, so helpless, so vulnerable, caused her to
moan once more, but at the same moment her body responded with a delicious
tingle and more moisture leaked from her sex. She felt her inner walls grip the
invading device and fresh tingles spread through her, causing her knees to
weaken and her clit to ripple with longing. She watched, fascinated, as two
women stepped into the pool of light near his bound body, each bearing a lit
candle. They stood on either side of him, and slowly raised the candles until
they were over his torso. Then, slowly, they tipped them and she could hear the
light patter of the hot wax as it struck his flesh. His entire body twitched
with the shock and a low moan rolled from his throat, but she could see his cock
was stirring now, pulsing in the air, hungry and untouched. The women languidly
waved the candles above him, causing a pattern of hot wax droplets to splash on
his skin, sending new shivers and moans through him. And then she could hear him
quietly beginning to whimper, with a mix of pleading and deep, unfulfilled lust.
As one of the women continued to lightly drip wax upon his torso, now carefully
searching for untouched places on his skin, the other blew out her candle and
turned away, placing it out of the pool of light. When she turned back, she held
in her hand a small whip with many streamers, and slowly, but firmly, she began
to swing it in a light arc, allowing the streamers to slap against his torso
with a dull snap. His body jerked heavily with each blow, and though she could
see that they were not hard strokes, they were nevertheless sending new waves of
sensation through his flesh which he was unable to ignore or resist. Even as
this new torment was begun yet a third woman stepped into the pool of light, and
the sight of this one caused her eyes to widen. Not only was this one naked, but
around her waist and firmly strapped to her and jutting out from her hips was a
phallus, long and thin. She moved with a slow, almost stately grace around
behind him and took a place between his raised and spread legs, and reached up
with long, delicate fingers to begin lightly stroking the skin on the insides of
his thighs. He was whimpering now, and his eyes revealed a desperation for some
sort of release from this assault. And as she watched his abuse and torment, she
could feel her own body beginning to respond, the stirrings of her own release
tingling and building deep inside her. But as she felt her own breath begin to
shorten, her body begin to tense, she suddenly was surrounded by naked men who
pressed close, their flesh brushing against her own, their bodies swaying in a
slow rhythm. The feel and scent of them pummeled her mind and caused her release
to flash for an instant and then retreat from her, leaving her overwhelmed by
these additional sensations. Then the hands were upon her, lightly stroking
every part of her flesh, but particularly cautious to avoid her breasts and her
sex... running down her legs, lightly caressing her bound arms... tickling over
her neck and up her cheeks... a fingertip barely brushing her ear, tracing the
ridges... hard, strong fingernails lightly raking down her back and across her
stomach... stimulating every part of her except those that would allow her
release. And inside her the little object pulsed and her pinched nipples sent
fresh waves of throbbing through her... and it seemed as if this delicious
torment would go on forever, and she would be held here, suspended on the edge
of release for all time, her sex now a steady fountain of fluid that oozed from
her and rolled down her legs, soaking the stockings and dripping on the floor
between her trembling feet. She managed to focus her attention on him once more,
as if to tear her mind from her own torment, and saw now that the woman behind
him was watching her intensely over the separating distance, waiting for just
this moment. She saw the woman smile broadly, an evil smile, and one of her
thigh caressing hands left his leg and disappeared from view at her own crotch.
She saw his eyes widen with shock and then the woman's' hand appeared once more,
both her hands now reaching around to grip the front of his thighs as if for
leverage, before she closed her eyes and pushed forward with her hips. Behind
his elaborate gag, he screamed as his body was penetrated, and his cock trembled
wildly in the air. The woman slowly opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on her,
and then with deliberate slowness, began to rock her hips back and forth, as if
in some tight, controlled dance. He was sobbing now, his body overwhelmed by the
rush of sensations from every portion... his torso stunned with the steady hot
assault of the wax, the light rhythmic slaps of the whip, the pulling of his
nipples and the invasion of his body by the phallus. But like her, he was being
denied release and his mind was tumbled with a cascade of thoughts rocketing up
from his flesh and bursting against his reason. Then she saw yet another woman
step into the pool of light, this time at his head, and stop to look down at him
for a long moment, her own hand nestled firmly between her naked legs, her
fingers curling and uncurling slowly inside her as she stroked herself deeply.
She saw his eyes flick to her, imploringly, but she seemed not to notice. This
last tormenter merely turned slowly and planted herself before him, facing away,
carefully spreading her legs, before bending over and reaching between them to
take the phallus attached to the gag firmly in her grasp and guide it to her now
moist and ready opening. Then she sighed with the first contact and leaned
slowly back against it, impaling herself upon it, all the way to the hilt. And
her hips too began to roll, letting the penetrating phallus stroke her deeply
inside. Now he was no more than a device of pleasure for these women, this
quartet of skilled harpies. And she watched as his cock shuddered wildly in the
air, hopeless and desperate. Suddenly she felt the hands upon her own flesh
arrive at her knees, and under her arms and press against her back and she felt
herself being lifted, her feet leaving the floor, her weight sinking back to
rest prone in many strong arms. And then she felt herself being carried, and
realized that she was being moved toward his prone and helpless body. She was
too weak to struggle, and could only absorb the sensation of weightlessness as
she was carefully lifted over him, slowly swung around and her legs were spread,
until she found herself above him, her thighs straddling him and his dark and
now threatening looking cock positioned between her limbs. The hands then
carefully began to lower her, and she could feel the head of his cock as it slid
easily between the dripping lips of her sex and sank into her, filling her. She
moaned heavily, feeling her climax gathering once more, but then, as her weight
settled fully upon him and she felt the cock tip press against the top of her
sex, deep inside, the hands upon her pressed her down, hard, pinning her there
and preventing her from moving, from drawing out that release. She moaned
heavily and her longing rolled through her, trapped just beneath the surface of
escape. Behind her she could feel the slow, rhythmic motion of the woman who
continued to fuck her lovers' ass with the invading phallus, and before her she
could see the back and open sex of the woman who was slowly fucking herself on
the phallus that jutted from the gag attached to his face, and she knew that she
too was being used as an instrument of his punishment, and the most painful one
of all, for she was being held motionless upon his raging cock and forced to
deny them both the release they desperately needed now. She only vaguely sensed
the hands that quickly took her ankles and attached the cuff to them, pulling
them tightly down and linking them together under his body, leaving her upon him
as if riding a stallion bareback... and the other hands that wrapped the belt
around her waist and attached it with strong wires to the hooks at the sides of
the padded platform, utterly denying her motion. She only became fully aware
once more when she felt the chain between the clamps that pinched her nipples
was carefully lifted and drawn upwards, now steadily pulling at her, as it too
was attached to some suspended wire overhead. Then all the hands were gone, and
she was left there, trapped and pinned to him, his cock deep inside her, her
body wrapped around his and perfectly immobile, her nipples stretched and
tormented, seeing the droplets of wax splash against the skin of his stomach,
watching the steady flap of the whip against the now reddening skin of his
chest, feeling the slow steady rhythm of the woman behind her fucking her
lovers' ass, seeing the woman before her, fucking his face, and she unable to
move to fuck his cock. She was only vaguely aware of the boiling little invader
inside her now, that throbbed against her and the cock that filled her. She
could feel the cock trembling within her flesh as if sobbing, and the steady
flow of her own moisture rolling out of her now spread and penetrated sex and
coating him. And then she sensed Lisa step up beside her and lean over,
whispering into her ear.. "Welcome, little one"... And then a hand somewhere
behind and beneath her, and the snap of a switch and the box attached to her
lovers' cock roared to life, turning his member into a pulsing, electric,
vibrator of flesh inside her. Tiny, sharp jolts shot into her pinned body and
suddenly her sex exploded in a fiery cascade of cumming, waves of it rolling out
and splashing against every muscle, every centimeter of her skin. And as soon as
the first throb began to subside, another jolt deep inside her caused her sex to
burst again, stronger now than before... ...and as the third wave rushed through
her, she began to scream behind her gag, and somewhere far away she could hear
him screaming behind his own, and deep inside her she felt his cock pulse and
twitch and then the searing splash of his cum shot into her, filling her to
overflowing and dripping down their pinned bodies and again, she came in answer,
her mind now torn and tossed into the void of her body's sensations... ...and
over and over she came, and inside her, she felt his body well and spew into her
hotly... until there was nothing left but the waves of cumming... ...and as her
mind retreated toward the blackness of escape, she felt her torso falling back,
and as she came yet again, the clamps upon her nipples pulled free, sending a
final tormenting scream of feelings into her chest that smashed against the
waves rising from her sex and she erupted in a ball of heavenly fire beyond
anything she could ever have imagined... and as the hands of the woman behind
her pressed against her back, holding her up, she felt the last of her mind
ripped free, and she was floating, a mere shell of tingling flesh... as she
slipped into the blackness of mindless, perfect, pure fulfillment...
..."Welcome, little one..."
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