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This inspires another story. To satisfy Madiosi, I'll call it "Intimate Crucifixion."
Ruby and Lisa Marie had been friends since grade school. Ruby was seven years older than Lisa Marie and had, at times, been a tutor and babysitter to Lisa Marie.
But that was a decade ago. Ruby was now twenty-eight. She had long, curly blonde hair and a great body. She had majored in sociology in college. Unable to find work in that field, she moved to California and sent word back home that she was working as a "film technician." In reality, she was a dominatrix who specialised in lezdom videos.
Lisa Marie was now twenty-one, with straight but short brown hair, and a great body. She had just graduate college Summa Cum Laude with a business degree and was about to start a job at a prestigious Manhattan Bank.
Ruby and Lisa Marie had kept in touch over the years via social media. Ruby kept two sets of social media accounts, one under her stage name, and one under her real name. She kept the two accounts completely separate, as she did her California life and her home life. Seeing as she always performed under heavy makeup and with a massively different attitude in her videos, it would have been difficult, but not impossible, to connect pictures/videos from her personal social media to the personna she was in her videos and website.
One June day, Ruby announced on her personal social media that she was coming home for a week or two. Lisa Marie "liked" this post and commented "OMG! We HAVE to get together!" Ruby, recalling fondly her happy, youthful days before she had to worry about paying the bills, eagerly agreed.
Lisa Marie's parents were affluent and away on a cruise for the month. Lisa Marie, having become a great cook, invited Ruby over. Ruby gushed with emotion when she first hugged Lisa Marie. Then she complimented Lisa Marie's culinary skills after a fantastic meal. Then they got to shooting the breeze.
"So, how was college?"
"Meh! Boring..."
"Really? I heard through the grapevine that you graduated Summa Cum Laude and that you have a great job lined up."
"Yeah...but, looking back, I wish I had spent more time having fun."
"Between us, fun in college is overrated--"
"Yeah...but...I never even made it with another woman..."
This threw Ruby for a loop. Lisa Marie had always been little Lisa Marie to her. She had not fully appreciated that "little" Lisa Marie was now a twenty-one year old woman with a fully functional libido.
"Ah...well...can I tell you something?"
"Sure!"
"I had a couple of those in college...in retrospect, I wish I had done what you did. Those...relationships...did not prevent me from racking up the bills I have today."
A look of concern darkened Lisa Marie's face.
"You need money? Let me get my check--"
"No. NO! I am NOT going to take your money! Yes, I have bills--but I will be able to pay them down. It's just that--business is slow..."
"I understand that! In this economy, people are cutting down to necessities. Even TV and movies are not generating what they used to, so it stands to reason that TorturedSluts.com is not pulling in what it used to."
Lisa Marie's words wore spoken simply, declaratively and without passion. Yet, they made Ruby's heart and breathing stopped. The folks back home finding out what she actually did for a living was a constant dread all those years...a dread Lisa Marie had now confirmed as fact.
Lisa Marie show the shock on her friend's face and regretted her cavalier dropping of TorturedSluts.com.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"Who...who else...knows?"
"No one, as far as I know. I don't go around talking about it. You know how people here are like."
"I...I appreciate...that."
"God, Ruby...I should have never..."
"It's OK...you know what...it's getting late..."
"No, Ruby, please don't leave! I'm sorry..."
"It's getting late...I should go..."
"Ruby, please, let me just say one thing?"
Ruby looked into Lisa Marie's eyes. She saw the warmth, the genuine pain at the distress Lisa Marie had just caused. That made her stop.
"OK..."
"Ruby, I never told anyone else. And I do not think any less of you for your job. If anything, I think it is totally you, totally the awesome, sweet, strong friend who helped me through a lot."
Ruby said nothing. Then the tears started flowing. Then Lisa Marie's tears started flowing. The two friends hugged each other tightly. The hug was one of warmth that reassured them both.
But there was something else to it. A couple of weeks later, Ruby DM'd Lisa Marie, asking "You free this weekend?"
"Yes...why?"
"Good...there is a ticket to LA waiting for you at the counter at the airport. Pack lightly."
This startled Lisa Marie and intrigued her. She flew out to LA and took a cab to Ruby's apartment.
Ruby, dressed in a tank top and shorts, greeted her with a huge kiss...on the lips. Startled at first, Lisa Marie kissed back with equal passion and tongue. Eventually, Ruby broke free.
"So glad you could make it sweetie!"
"Glad to be here! What...why did you..."
"I kinda wanted to help you make up for that deficit of never having been with another woman."
"Cool!"
"Easy! I know you are enthusiastic...but we are going to take this slowly. First, I have to repay you for that wonderful meal."
They ate...but soon Lisa Marie felt drowsy...oh so very drowwwwwwwwsy...
Lisa Marie came to slowly. She realized she was blindfolded...and her wrsist were bound...above her, apart and away from the midline of her body...her ankles also bound away from her body, leaving her standing on her tippee-toes.
"Good morning, sleepy-head."
Ruby's voice was girlish and coy.
"Wha..what?"
"Oh...I can take you down if you are uncomfortable..."
There was a lengthy silence.
"No! No, please don't take me down!"
"Good! The old fun-loving Lisa Marie I know!"
Lisa Marie's flesh, every exposed square inch of it, suddenly burst into agony as Ruby's fingers, lips and tongue mercilessly tickled it.
Then the tickling stopped, and Ruby's lips and tongue worked Lisa Marie's labiae and clitorirs while her fingers worked Lisa Marie's nipples. Just as Lisa Marie would have cum, Ruby withdrew, leaving Lisa Marie in the agony of a hijacked orgasm.
"Bitch!"
"Now, now, Lisa Marie! That's a naughty word! We are going to have to punish you for that!"
Without warning, the palm of Ruby's hand crashed down on Lisa Marie's ass, a thunderous clap erupting a fraction of a second later. Lisa Marie yelled out, ore in shock than in pain. The spanking continued. Lisa Marie's cries of shock and protest turned to whimpers. The spanking suddenly stopped.
"Am I hurting you? I can stop and--"
"DON'T...YOU...DARE...STOP!"
"Huh! You are in no position to tell me what to do, young lady!"
The fiendish tickling resumed. This time, it was interrupted alternatively by spanking and by Ruby's lips and tongue and fingers working Lisa Marie's labiae, clitoris and nipples. This seemed to go on forever, but, every time Lisa Marie was about to orgasm, it all stopped, leading to a "FUCK!" from Lisa Marie and a responding spanking from Ruby.
Then Ruby stopped for longer than ever as a hoarse Lisa Marie tried to catch her breath.
"Time for the next level!"
"Uh-oh!" responded Lisa Marie giddily.
Ruby kept Lisa Marie blindfolded, but released her from her wrist restraints...only to bind her wrists behind her back. Then she undid Lisa Marie's ankle restraints and marched a wobbly Lisa Marie some distance before undoing the manacles and lowering the non-resistant Lisa Marie until her back felt something hard but padded stop it. In short order, Lisa Marie's wrists and ankles were bound again well away from the midline of her body, albeit in padded restraints this time.
Then the blindfold came off. It took a while, but not too long, for Lisa Marie's eyes to adjust. Ruby had dimmed the lights until they were comfortable Lisa Marie saw Ruby standing in front of her, naked except for a pair of thigh-high vinyl boots.
"Hey! That's not fair!"
"What's not fair?"
"You have those boots while I'm completely naked."
"Easy fix."
Ruby unzipped the boots from their sides, stepped out of them and tossed them behind her.
"Happy?"
"Yes.
"Good! Then we'll proceed."
Lisa Marie saw the box with the cable coming out of it in Ruby's hand. Only when Ruby pressed a button on that box did Lisa Marie remember from watching many a TorturedSluts.com video what the purpose of that box was.
The Saint Andrew's Cross on which Lisa Marie was bound rose and rose until it was fully erect. The pain in Lisa Marie's crotch was unbearable and she instinctively began the up-and-down cycle, pulling up against her wrist restraints and pushing up against her ankle restraints to relieve the hell in her crotch until lactic acid kicked in in her arms, forearms, legs and calves and she sank down to the agony that was her crotch. But, eventually, there was something else besides the agony.
Ruby could not take watching any longer. She slid under Lisa Marie's erect Saint Andrew's Cross. Then, shoulder blades, head and neck solidly against the floor, she athletically arched her back, legs perpendicular to Lisa Marie's, until her crotch ground solidly against Lisa Marie's.
Both women came so powerfully that Lisa Marie lost consciousness and Ruby had to physically fight off the oblivion until she could lower the Saint Andrew's Cross and unfasten Lisa Marie's limp form.
Lisa Marie went to work for that Manhattan firm that fall. Using her skills, her knowledge and her connections, she arranged for finance that got Ruby out of debt as well as a marketing campaign that boosted TorturedSluts.com . Under the guise of an "investment quality assurance representative," she visited the TorturedSluts.com studios at least once a month from there on in.
Ruby and Lisa Marie had been friends since grade school. Ruby was seven years older than Lisa Marie and had, at times, been a tutor and babysitter to Lisa Marie.
But that was a decade ago. Ruby was now twenty-eight. She had long, curly blonde hair and a great body. She had majored in sociology in college. Unable to find work in that field, she moved to California and sent word back home that she was working as a "film technician." In reality, she was a dominatrix who specialised in lezdom videos.
Lisa Marie was now twenty-one, with straight but short brown hair, and a great body. She had just graduate college Summa Cum Laude with a business degree and was about to start a job at a prestigious Manhattan Bank.
Ruby and Lisa Marie had kept in touch over the years via social media. Ruby kept two sets of social media accounts, one under her stage name, and one under her real name. She kept the two accounts completely separate, as she did her California life and her home life. Seeing as she always performed under heavy makeup and with a massively different attitude in her videos, it would have been difficult, but not impossible, to connect pictures/videos from her personal social media to the personna she was in her videos and website.
One June day, Ruby announced on her personal social media that she was coming home for a week or two. Lisa Marie "liked" this post and commented "OMG! We HAVE to get together!" Ruby, recalling fondly her happy, youthful days before she had to worry about paying the bills, eagerly agreed.
Lisa Marie's parents were affluent and away on a cruise for the month. Lisa Marie, having become a great cook, invited Ruby over. Ruby gushed with emotion when she first hugged Lisa Marie. Then she complimented Lisa Marie's culinary skills after a fantastic meal. Then they got to shooting the breeze.
"So, how was college?"
"Meh! Boring..."
"Really? I heard through the grapevine that you graduated Summa Cum Laude and that you have a great job lined up."
"Yeah...but, looking back, I wish I had spent more time having fun."
"Between us, fun in college is overrated--"
"Yeah...but...I never even made it with another woman..."
This threw Ruby for a loop. Lisa Marie had always been little Lisa Marie to her. She had not fully appreciated that "little" Lisa Marie was now a twenty-one year old woman with a fully functional libido.
"Ah...well...can I tell you something?"
"Sure!"
"I had a couple of those in college...in retrospect, I wish I had done what you did. Those...relationships...did not prevent me from racking up the bills I have today."
A look of concern darkened Lisa Marie's face.
"You need money? Let me get my check--"
"No. NO! I am NOT going to take your money! Yes, I have bills--but I will be able to pay them down. It's just that--business is slow..."
"I understand that! In this economy, people are cutting down to necessities. Even TV and movies are not generating what they used to, so it stands to reason that TorturedSluts.com is not pulling in what it used to."
Lisa Marie's words wore spoken simply, declaratively and without passion. Yet, they made Ruby's heart and breathing stopped. The folks back home finding out what she actually did for a living was a constant dread all those years...a dread Lisa Marie had now confirmed as fact.
Lisa Marie show the shock on her friend's face and regretted her cavalier dropping of TorturedSluts.com.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"Who...who else...knows?"
"No one, as far as I know. I don't go around talking about it. You know how people here are like."
"I...I appreciate...that."
"God, Ruby...I should have never..."
"It's OK...you know what...it's getting late..."
"No, Ruby, please don't leave! I'm sorry..."
"It's getting late...I should go..."
"Ruby, please, let me just say one thing?"
Ruby looked into Lisa Marie's eyes. She saw the warmth, the genuine pain at the distress Lisa Marie had just caused. That made her stop.
"OK..."
"Ruby, I never told anyone else. And I do not think any less of you for your job. If anything, I think it is totally you, totally the awesome, sweet, strong friend who helped me through a lot."
Ruby said nothing. Then the tears started flowing. Then Lisa Marie's tears started flowing. The two friends hugged each other tightly. The hug was one of warmth that reassured them both.
But there was something else to it. A couple of weeks later, Ruby DM'd Lisa Marie, asking "You free this weekend?"
"Yes...why?"
"Good...there is a ticket to LA waiting for you at the counter at the airport. Pack lightly."
This startled Lisa Marie and intrigued her. She flew out to LA and took a cab to Ruby's apartment.
Ruby, dressed in a tank top and shorts, greeted her with a huge kiss...on the lips. Startled at first, Lisa Marie kissed back with equal passion and tongue. Eventually, Ruby broke free.
"So glad you could make it sweetie!"
"Glad to be here! What...why did you..."
"I kinda wanted to help you make up for that deficit of never having been with another woman."
"Cool!"
"Easy! I know you are enthusiastic...but we are going to take this slowly. First, I have to repay you for that wonderful meal."
They ate...but soon Lisa Marie felt drowsy...oh so very drowwwwwwwwsy...
Lisa Marie came to slowly. She realized she was blindfolded...and her wrsist were bound...above her, apart and away from the midline of her body...her ankles also bound away from her body, leaving her standing on her tippee-toes.
"Good morning, sleepy-head."
Ruby's voice was girlish and coy.
"Wha..what?"
"Oh...I can take you down if you are uncomfortable..."
There was a lengthy silence.
"No! No, please don't take me down!"
"Good! The old fun-loving Lisa Marie I know!"
Lisa Marie's flesh, every exposed square inch of it, suddenly burst into agony as Ruby's fingers, lips and tongue mercilessly tickled it.
Then the tickling stopped, and Ruby's lips and tongue worked Lisa Marie's labiae and clitorirs while her fingers worked Lisa Marie's nipples. Just as Lisa Marie would have cum, Ruby withdrew, leaving Lisa Marie in the agony of a hijacked orgasm.
"Bitch!"
"Now, now, Lisa Marie! That's a naughty word! We are going to have to punish you for that!"
Without warning, the palm of Ruby's hand crashed down on Lisa Marie's ass, a thunderous clap erupting a fraction of a second later. Lisa Marie yelled out, ore in shock than in pain. The spanking continued. Lisa Marie's cries of shock and protest turned to whimpers. The spanking suddenly stopped.
"Am I hurting you? I can stop and--"
"DON'T...YOU...DARE...STOP!"
"Huh! You are in no position to tell me what to do, young lady!"
The fiendish tickling resumed. This time, it was interrupted alternatively by spanking and by Ruby's lips and tongue and fingers working Lisa Marie's labiae, clitoris and nipples. This seemed to go on forever, but, every time Lisa Marie was about to orgasm, it all stopped, leading to a "FUCK!" from Lisa Marie and a responding spanking from Ruby.
Then Ruby stopped for longer than ever as a hoarse Lisa Marie tried to catch her breath.
"Time for the next level!"
"Uh-oh!" responded Lisa Marie giddily.
Ruby kept Lisa Marie blindfolded, but released her from her wrist restraints...only to bind her wrists behind her back. Then she undid Lisa Marie's ankle restraints and marched a wobbly Lisa Marie some distance before undoing the manacles and lowering the non-resistant Lisa Marie until her back felt something hard but padded stop it. In short order, Lisa Marie's wrists and ankles were bound again well away from the midline of her body, albeit in padded restraints this time.
Then the blindfold came off. It took a while, but not too long, for Lisa Marie's eyes to adjust. Ruby had dimmed the lights until they were comfortable Lisa Marie saw Ruby standing in front of her, naked except for a pair of thigh-high vinyl boots.
"Hey! That's not fair!"
"What's not fair?"
"You have those boots while I'm completely naked."
"Easy fix."
Ruby unzipped the boots from their sides, stepped out of them and tossed them behind her.
"Happy?"
"Yes.
"Good! Then we'll proceed."
Lisa Marie saw the box with the cable coming out of it in Ruby's hand. Only when Ruby pressed a button on that box did Lisa Marie remember from watching many a TorturedSluts.com video what the purpose of that box was.
The Saint Andrew's Cross on which Lisa Marie was bound rose and rose until it was fully erect. The pain in Lisa Marie's crotch was unbearable and she instinctively began the up-and-down cycle, pulling up against her wrist restraints and pushing up against her ankle restraints to relieve the hell in her crotch until lactic acid kicked in in her arms, forearms, legs and calves and she sank down to the agony that was her crotch. But, eventually, there was something else besides the agony.
Ruby could not take watching any longer. She slid under Lisa Marie's erect Saint Andrew's Cross. Then, shoulder blades, head and neck solidly against the floor, she athletically arched her back, legs perpendicular to Lisa Marie's, until her crotch ground solidly against Lisa Marie's.
Both women came so powerfully that Lisa Marie lost consciousness and Ruby had to physically fight off the oblivion until she could lower the Saint Andrew's Cross and unfasten Lisa Marie's limp form.
Lisa Marie went to work for that Manhattan firm that fall. Using her skills, her knowledge and her connections, she arranged for finance that got Ruby out of debt as well as a marketing campaign that boosted TorturedSluts.com . Under the guise of an "investment quality assurance representative," she visited the TorturedSluts.com studios at least once a month from there on in.
KvK
Tribune
This inspires another story. To satisfy Madiosi, I'll call it "Crucifixion by Karma."
Cheryl was a buxom 38-year old mother of two with long, dark hair. She ran a successful PR firm.
One day on her way to work, she got a text message that made her, her breath and her heart stop.
"Hello Scratchy! Long time, no see!"
Eventually, Cheryl regained her composure and got to her office. She was able to get through the day, but that disturbing text was never out of her mind. She was almost beginning to be able to feel calm again when another text dashed that illusion.
"Why, Scratchy...why no response?"
Cheryl furiously texted back.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT???"
"Touched a nerve, did I? Meet me at 5AM this Saturday at the following address...I know you will be free because this weekend is your husband's turn with the kids."
Cheryl showed up as told. It was the back alley of a warehouse. The door under the address number was open.
Cheryl pushed the door open and walked in...just to feel a sudden sting on her neck...and a sudden very heavy drowsiness.
Cheryl slowly came to. She tried to move, but soon realized that she was bound immobile, her wrists and ankles securely fastened away from the midline of her body. Then she felt cold--really col...and she realized she was naked, except for something holding back her hair.
"Wha--who---HELP ME!!!!"
"My, my, how the tables have turned!"
It slowly dawned on Cheryl who the voice belonged to. As if to confirm this, a figure stepped forward into the light. It was a slender woman of about thirty with long blonde hair. She was clad only in thigh-high vinyl boots, a leather corset separating her bare breasts from her bare public hairs.
"You...Piggie!"
The blonde woman ruthlessly kicked the sole of Cheryl's left bare foot, sending a screaming jolt of pain that shot up through Cheryl's body, exiting as a helpless shriek from her lips.
"My name is Sammie! Not Piggie, Sammie...but you didn't care about that in prison, did you?"
"S-Sammie...that was so long ago--"
"You didn't care that I was a human being who made some wrong choices. You didn't care at all, did you?"
"Sammie...I--"
"SHUT UP! Remember how you shoved me down and all the others held me down while you sat on my face?"
Cheryl began to sob impotently.
"Remember how you came all over my face? And remember how, when I was crying, you shoved your fist into me...and then from behind? HUH? DO YOU REMEMBER???"
Sammie's calf went back as if cocking itself to kick the sole of Cheryl's bare foot again.
"I REMEMBER! I REMEMBER!"
"Good! Then you'll appreciate that karma's a bitch!"
Cheryl now saw that Sammie was holding a tablet device, which she just touched. All of a sudden a whirring sound broke out.
Cheryl felt that thing she was bound to slowly, inexorably rise. Slowly, it dawned on her that she was bound to a Saint Andrew's Cross. Not so slowly, her crotch became the center of her weight, her agony, her universe.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"EXACTLY what I said to you when you were raping me!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I...was wrong...to do...that...I made a...terrible mistake...please--"
"And now, you pay for it!"
Cheryl pulled up against the wrist restraints and pushed up against the ankle restraints, temporarily relieving the hell the was in her crotch until lactic acid kicked in and she went down. She continued this vicious, hellish up-down cycle for what seemed an eternity. Then, there was something else besides the horrible pain...
Cheryl came harder than she ever had before. So powerful was the orgasm that she was rapidly loosing consciousness, but not before she heard Sammie yell "So, bitch, how does it feel to be forced into sex?"
A slap on the cheek revived Cheryl, who soon saw she was bound wrist and ankle, belly and face down on a sawhorse.
"Wakey! Wakey!"
"What...are you going to do to me?"
"You had waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much fun on that cross. I'm going to give you a fucking you WON'T enjoy!"
Before Cheryl had time to react, she felt something large--way too large--being shoved up her ass. Cheryl screamed. The scream turned to moans and whimpers as Sammie's waist moved the oversized strapon dildo in Cheryl's ass like the pistons of an eighteen wheeler.
After what seemed like an eternity, Sammie pulled out, leaving a broken, sobbing Cheryl.
Sammie did not seem to notice Cheryl's sobs. She pulled Cheryl's head up painfully by the hair until the two women were eye-to-eye.
"Now! Do you feel what it is like to be fucked against your will?"
"Ye-yes...I'm so, so, sorry! I was so wrong ten years ago. Just please--"
"Please what, bitch? You're not in any position to ask me anything."
"Please...don't tell anyone...about my past..."
Sammie stared at Cheryl for a moment.
"I hadn't thought of that..."
Cheryl's heart sank at the realization that she just put the idea of blackmail into Sammie's head.
"OK--I won't tell anyone--"
"Thank you, Sa--"
"I won't tell anyone...on the condition that, when you get a text from me, you get your ass to where I tell you when I tell you. Be a minute late, your husband, your kids, your clients find out EVERYTHING!"
Cheryl was a buxom 38-year old mother of two with long, dark hair. She ran a successful PR firm.
One day on her way to work, she got a text message that made her, her breath and her heart stop.
"Hello Scratchy! Long time, no see!"
Eventually, Cheryl regained her composure and got to her office. She was able to get through the day, but that disturbing text was never out of her mind. She was almost beginning to be able to feel calm again when another text dashed that illusion.
"Why, Scratchy...why no response?"
Cheryl furiously texted back.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT???"
"Touched a nerve, did I? Meet me at 5AM this Saturday at the following address...I know you will be free because this weekend is your husband's turn with the kids."
Cheryl showed up as told. It was the back alley of a warehouse. The door under the address number was open.
Cheryl pushed the door open and walked in...just to feel a sudden sting on her neck...and a sudden very heavy drowsiness.
Cheryl slowly came to. She tried to move, but soon realized that she was bound immobile, her wrists and ankles securely fastened away from the midline of her body. Then she felt cold--really col...and she realized she was naked, except for something holding back her hair.
"Wha--who---HELP ME!!!!"
"My, my, how the tables have turned!"
It slowly dawned on Cheryl who the voice belonged to. As if to confirm this, a figure stepped forward into the light. It was a slender woman of about thirty with long blonde hair. She was clad only in thigh-high vinyl boots, a leather corset separating her bare breasts from her bare public hairs.
"You...Piggie!"
The blonde woman ruthlessly kicked the sole of Cheryl's left bare foot, sending a screaming jolt of pain that shot up through Cheryl's body, exiting as a helpless shriek from her lips.
"My name is Sammie! Not Piggie, Sammie...but you didn't care about that in prison, did you?"
"S-Sammie...that was so long ago--"
"You didn't care that I was a human being who made some wrong choices. You didn't care at all, did you?"
"Sammie...I--"
"SHUT UP! Remember how you shoved me down and all the others held me down while you sat on my face?"
Cheryl began to sob impotently.
"Remember how you came all over my face? And remember how, when I was crying, you shoved your fist into me...and then from behind? HUH? DO YOU REMEMBER???"
Sammie's calf went back as if cocking itself to kick the sole of Cheryl's bare foot again.
"I REMEMBER! I REMEMBER!"
"Good! Then you'll appreciate that karma's a bitch!"
Cheryl now saw that Sammie was holding a tablet device, which she just touched. All of a sudden a whirring sound broke out.
Cheryl felt that thing she was bound to slowly, inexorably rise. Slowly, it dawned on her that she was bound to a Saint Andrew's Cross. Not so slowly, her crotch became the center of her weight, her agony, her universe.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"EXACTLY what I said to you when you were raping me!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I...was wrong...to do...that...I made a...terrible mistake...please--"
"And now, you pay for it!"
Cheryl pulled up against the wrist restraints and pushed up against the ankle restraints, temporarily relieving the hell the was in her crotch until lactic acid kicked in and she went down. She continued this vicious, hellish up-down cycle for what seemed an eternity. Then, there was something else besides the horrible pain...
Cheryl came harder than she ever had before. So powerful was the orgasm that she was rapidly loosing consciousness, but not before she heard Sammie yell "So, bitch, how does it feel to be forced into sex?"
A slap on the cheek revived Cheryl, who soon saw she was bound wrist and ankle, belly and face down on a sawhorse.
"Wakey! Wakey!"
"What...are you going to do to me?"
"You had waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much fun on that cross. I'm going to give you a fucking you WON'T enjoy!"
Before Cheryl had time to react, she felt something large--way too large--being shoved up her ass. Cheryl screamed. The scream turned to moans and whimpers as Sammie's waist moved the oversized strapon dildo in Cheryl's ass like the pistons of an eighteen wheeler.
After what seemed like an eternity, Sammie pulled out, leaving a broken, sobbing Cheryl.
Sammie did not seem to notice Cheryl's sobs. She pulled Cheryl's head up painfully by the hair until the two women were eye-to-eye.
"Now! Do you feel what it is like to be fucked against your will?"
"Ye-yes...I'm so, so, sorry! I was so wrong ten years ago. Just please--"
"Please what, bitch? You're not in any position to ask me anything."
"Please...don't tell anyone...about my past..."
Sammie stared at Cheryl for a moment.
"I hadn't thought of that..."
Cheryl's heart sank at the realization that she just put the idea of blackmail into Sammie's head.
"OK--I won't tell anyone--"
"Thank you, Sa--"
"I won't tell anyone...on the condition that, when you get a text from me, you get your ass to where I tell you when I tell you. Be a minute late, your husband, your kids, your clients find out EVERYTHING!"
bakerboy
Senator
mongo
Governor
Ecstasy can come from odd stimulishe looks like she's appreciating their attentions - ecstatic!
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montycrusto
Guest
wow - that is just extraordinary. Thanks for sharing it
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Piper Marie
Guest
Tried watching the preview there, but it is not working for some reason... Lovely image though!or this ( nuns doing the deed)
Thessela
Beloved slavegirl
Oh that makes me shiver, touched like that on the cross.
Imagine that in front of a crowd!
AnimaSinistra
Governor
KvK
Tribune
This inspires another story. I'll call it "Darlene Grey"
Darlene Grey, a hot 31 year-old brunette, stared down at the advertisement with mixed feelings of astonishment, delight and regret.
The ad was about this highly trendy painter/photographer/sculptress named Bassie Howard. Bassie specialised in tasteful nudes, and had won worldwide renown for her paintings, photographs and sculptures of beautiful nude women.
This delighted Darlene because she had been looking for ages for a talented professional to take some tasteful nude photos of her to give to her fiancé to tide him over before the wedding night, since Darlene promoted herself to her fiancé as a pure, chaste woman.
This astonished and triggered regret in Darlene because she had gone to college with Bassie Howard. They were the same age. They had been roomates. They had even experimented with each other for a couple of years.
Then Darlene was over it, and told Bassie so. Bassie did not take it well. She was into all kinds of occult stuff and ranted and raved about putting a curse on Darlene. It got so bad that, not only did Darlene move off campus, but she also took out a restraining order against Bassie.
That was over a decade ago now. Darlene shuddered at the thought of coming face to face with Bassie again, especially since the restraining order had long expired. But, from what she saw of Bassie's work, Bassie was the perfect answer to Darlene's problem of finding a photographer who did nudes sublimely well.
Curiosity finally got the better of Darlene. She trepidly went to Bassie's gallery. She asked the receptionist to see Bassie, telling the receptionist she had a commission for Bassie. The receptionist picked up the phone.
A bespectacled woman in her thirties with curly brown hair walked in. She looked at Darlene.
"You wanted to see me?" the woman asked after several seconds of silence.
"Bassie?"
"Yes..."
"Bassie Howard?"
"That's what the sign says...can I do something for you?"
Darlene hesitated. It seemed that Bassie did not recognize her.
"Bassie...it's Darlene..."
"Darlene..."
"Darlene Grey...we were at college together..."
"At college...at college...sorry, Ms. ...Grey, was it?"
"Yes,,,Darlene Grey."
"Yes...sorry, Ms. Grey...I partied a lot in college...to be frank, I do not remember a lot from then...except that I had wild-colored blue and purple hair..."
"Oh...that's OK...I saw your work...and I was wondering if you would take a commission..."
"Yes...why don't you step into my office and we can discuss this in detail."
Darlene stepped into Bassie's office. The two women discussed the commission. Darlene wanted to pose nude for a series of tasteful photographs. Bassie said she could do it and then named her price. Darlene found the price a bit steep, but within the range of acceptability.
"Tell you what," said Bassie, "since you're a fellow alumna, I'll give you a 15% discount...and throw in a free painting of you."
"That is wonderful!"
They shook on it. Darlene came in as arranged on a later day, divested herself of all clothing and allowed Bassie to take several photographs of her. After Bassie said she was done, Darlene enquired as o when she should come in for the painting. Bassie told Darlene that this was not necessary since she, Bassie, liked to work from her photographs.
The photographs and the painting exceeded Darlene's expectations. She gave her fiancé the photographs and put the painting in storage, as a potential future birthday or anniversary gift.
It was on her wedding night that things went wrong. As they attempted to consummate their marriage, Darlene felt this extremely horrible dyspareunia, a dyspareunia so excruciating that she could not go on. Her now husband wrote it off to this being Darlene's first time, but Darlene knew better.
She went to the gynecologist within days. The gynecologist could find nothing wrong with her. But each and every time she tried to be intimate with her new husband, the horrible dyspareunia returned, each successive time more crippling than before. Her husband eventually took it as an affront and grew cold and apart from her. Darlene became depressed. Her gynecologist, after repeatedly finding nothing wrong with her, stopped allowing her to come in, referring her to the ER instead.
On a rainy day, Darlene, depressed and crying was wandering through the streets.
"Darlene!"
Darlene, her face tear-stained looked up. Bassie was there. She recognized Darlene this time...and saw the tear stains.
"Darlene, what's wrong?" asked Bassie as she moved closer and put a hand on Darlene's arm.
"It's just...it's just...it's just"
"Darlene, let's get you out of this rain. Come! My gallery is just around the corner."
They entered the gallery and Bassie led Darlene to her office, where she proceeded to make Darlene a nice warm cup of tea.
Darlene drank the tea, took a couple of deep breaths and told Bassie about how the horrible dyspareunia was wrecking her marriage and her life. She squeezed out her words in between sobs. Bassie took Darlene in her arms and made soothing sounds until Darlene's sobs subsided.
Once she saw Darlene had regained some semblance of composure, Bassie stood up and reached for her keys.
"I have an idea of what you are going through. Come with me."
Bassie led Darlene to a door at the end of her officer. She unlocked and opened the door, motioning Darlene to follow her. Darlene followed Bassie down the stairs until she reached the dimmed basement. Once Darlene was also standing on the basement floor, Bassie turned on a light.
Darlene gasped loudly in shock.
Right in front of her was a highly accurate portrait of her naked body...bound wrist and ankle on a Saint Andrew's Cross, her face contorted in agony. Off to the side of the portrait was an image of Bassie in a Roman Centurion's uniform.
Darlene felt shock. But through the shock felt something she had not felt in so very long now, a powerful arousal that was completely without pain. So powerfully novel was this new sensation that Darlene had a volcanic orgasm on the spot, collapsing depleted into the arms of Bassie, whose panties were also wettened by a powerful deluge.
Darlene eventually came to. She tried to move, but something held her wrists and ankles in position. She felt comfortable cotton on every inch of her naked flesh save that of her face. Then she realized she was not alone on the bed and in her nakedness.
"Hello, darling!"
"Bassie! What the fuck!"
"You broke my heart, Darlene, you beautiful bitch! I told you I would curse you."
"OooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
Bassie put a gentle finger on Darlene's lips.
"Now, now! You should be flattered that you are such a big deal to me."
"Bassie that was over ten years ago!"
"Yes...I counted every day..."
"Bassie...it's not human to hold on to a grudge for so long!"
"I ain't holding a grudge any more, babes, not after..."
"YOU! YOU BITCH! You were the one behind..."
"Yes, I was behind your dyspareunia. But now that you got what was coming to you, I'm willing to consider letting it go..."
"What do you mean 'willing to consider...'"
"It goes like this. I painted that painting. I control its effects on you. Now that I've gotten satisfacttion, I am feeling magnanimous and I am inclined towards parting ways...the thing is, I needs me some lady loving from time to time, and you were my best...."
"So....what are you saying?"
"I am saying I will lift the curse and you can have a perfectly normal relationship with your husband. But, I will get the itch from time to time..."
"And...you want me to scratch it, otherwise you'll reinstate the curse...."
A smiling Bassie smooched an angry Darlene on the forehead.
"There was a reason you graduated summa cum laude!"
"But, Bassie--you bitch--even if I wanted to, I couldn't...my husband...divorce laws..."
"Not a problem for me. I can arrange it so he never finds out."
"Even then...I haven't been with a woman since...you."
"Time for a refresher, then!"
Nuh-NO!"
But before Darlene knew it, Bassie was under the covers, giving Darlene cunnilingus. So skilled were Bassie's tongue and lips that Darlene was about to cum...when Bassie suddenly stopped and popped out from under the covers.
Nuh-nuh-nuh! Not so fast! You still have a little payback coming your way!"
Darlene saw Bassie had a strapon dildo in one hand and a tub of vaseline in the other.
"Oh, no! No please! Not my ass!"
"Oh yes, please, yes your ass!"
Bassie managed to saddle herself up and manipulated Darlene's lower body so Darlene's helpless anus was vulnerable to the powerful, repeated retributions of Bassie's lubed-up strapon.
Darlene Grey, a hot 31 year-old brunette, stared down at the advertisement with mixed feelings of astonishment, delight and regret.
The ad was about this highly trendy painter/photographer/sculptress named Bassie Howard. Bassie specialised in tasteful nudes, and had won worldwide renown for her paintings, photographs and sculptures of beautiful nude women.
This delighted Darlene because she had been looking for ages for a talented professional to take some tasteful nude photos of her to give to her fiancé to tide him over before the wedding night, since Darlene promoted herself to her fiancé as a pure, chaste woman.
This astonished and triggered regret in Darlene because she had gone to college with Bassie Howard. They were the same age. They had been roomates. They had even experimented with each other for a couple of years.
Then Darlene was over it, and told Bassie so. Bassie did not take it well. She was into all kinds of occult stuff and ranted and raved about putting a curse on Darlene. It got so bad that, not only did Darlene move off campus, but she also took out a restraining order against Bassie.
That was over a decade ago now. Darlene shuddered at the thought of coming face to face with Bassie again, especially since the restraining order had long expired. But, from what she saw of Bassie's work, Bassie was the perfect answer to Darlene's problem of finding a photographer who did nudes sublimely well.
Curiosity finally got the better of Darlene. She trepidly went to Bassie's gallery. She asked the receptionist to see Bassie, telling the receptionist she had a commission for Bassie. The receptionist picked up the phone.
A bespectacled woman in her thirties with curly brown hair walked in. She looked at Darlene.
"You wanted to see me?" the woman asked after several seconds of silence.
"Bassie?"
"Yes..."
"Bassie Howard?"
"That's what the sign says...can I do something for you?"
Darlene hesitated. It seemed that Bassie did not recognize her.
"Bassie...it's Darlene..."
"Darlene..."
"Darlene Grey...we were at college together..."
"At college...at college...sorry, Ms. ...Grey, was it?"
"Yes,,,Darlene Grey."
"Yes...sorry, Ms. Grey...I partied a lot in college...to be frank, I do not remember a lot from then...except that I had wild-colored blue and purple hair..."
"Oh...that's OK...I saw your work...and I was wondering if you would take a commission..."
"Yes...why don't you step into my office and we can discuss this in detail."
Darlene stepped into Bassie's office. The two women discussed the commission. Darlene wanted to pose nude for a series of tasteful photographs. Bassie said she could do it and then named her price. Darlene found the price a bit steep, but within the range of acceptability.
"Tell you what," said Bassie, "since you're a fellow alumna, I'll give you a 15% discount...and throw in a free painting of you."
"That is wonderful!"
They shook on it. Darlene came in as arranged on a later day, divested herself of all clothing and allowed Bassie to take several photographs of her. After Bassie said she was done, Darlene enquired as o when she should come in for the painting. Bassie told Darlene that this was not necessary since she, Bassie, liked to work from her photographs.
The photographs and the painting exceeded Darlene's expectations. She gave her fiancé the photographs and put the painting in storage, as a potential future birthday or anniversary gift.
It was on her wedding night that things went wrong. As they attempted to consummate their marriage, Darlene felt this extremely horrible dyspareunia, a dyspareunia so excruciating that she could not go on. Her now husband wrote it off to this being Darlene's first time, but Darlene knew better.
She went to the gynecologist within days. The gynecologist could find nothing wrong with her. But each and every time she tried to be intimate with her new husband, the horrible dyspareunia returned, each successive time more crippling than before. Her husband eventually took it as an affront and grew cold and apart from her. Darlene became depressed. Her gynecologist, after repeatedly finding nothing wrong with her, stopped allowing her to come in, referring her to the ER instead.
On a rainy day, Darlene, depressed and crying was wandering through the streets.
"Darlene!"
Darlene, her face tear-stained looked up. Bassie was there. She recognized Darlene this time...and saw the tear stains.
"Darlene, what's wrong?" asked Bassie as she moved closer and put a hand on Darlene's arm.
"It's just...it's just...it's just"
"Darlene, let's get you out of this rain. Come! My gallery is just around the corner."
They entered the gallery and Bassie led Darlene to her office, where she proceeded to make Darlene a nice warm cup of tea.
Darlene drank the tea, took a couple of deep breaths and told Bassie about how the horrible dyspareunia was wrecking her marriage and her life. She squeezed out her words in between sobs. Bassie took Darlene in her arms and made soothing sounds until Darlene's sobs subsided.
Once she saw Darlene had regained some semblance of composure, Bassie stood up and reached for her keys.
"I have an idea of what you are going through. Come with me."
Bassie led Darlene to a door at the end of her officer. She unlocked and opened the door, motioning Darlene to follow her. Darlene followed Bassie down the stairs until she reached the dimmed basement. Once Darlene was also standing on the basement floor, Bassie turned on a light.
Darlene gasped loudly in shock.
Right in front of her was a highly accurate portrait of her naked body...bound wrist and ankle on a Saint Andrew's Cross, her face contorted in agony. Off to the side of the portrait was an image of Bassie in a Roman Centurion's uniform.
Darlene felt shock. But through the shock felt something she had not felt in so very long now, a powerful arousal that was completely without pain. So powerfully novel was this new sensation that Darlene had a volcanic orgasm on the spot, collapsing depleted into the arms of Bassie, whose panties were also wettened by a powerful deluge.
Darlene eventually came to. She tried to move, but something held her wrists and ankles in position. She felt comfortable cotton on every inch of her naked flesh save that of her face. Then she realized she was not alone on the bed and in her nakedness.
"Hello, darling!"
"Bassie! What the fuck!"
"You broke my heart, Darlene, you beautiful bitch! I told you I would curse you."
"OooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
Bassie put a gentle finger on Darlene's lips.
"Now, now! You should be flattered that you are such a big deal to me."
"Bassie that was over ten years ago!"
"Yes...I counted every day..."
"Bassie...it's not human to hold on to a grudge for so long!"
"I ain't holding a grudge any more, babes, not after..."
"YOU! YOU BITCH! You were the one behind..."
"Yes, I was behind your dyspareunia. But now that you got what was coming to you, I'm willing to consider letting it go..."
"What do you mean 'willing to consider...'"
"It goes like this. I painted that painting. I control its effects on you. Now that I've gotten satisfacttion, I am feeling magnanimous and I am inclined towards parting ways...the thing is, I needs me some lady loving from time to time, and you were my best...."
"So....what are you saying?"
"I am saying I will lift the curse and you can have a perfectly normal relationship with your husband. But, I will get the itch from time to time..."
"And...you want me to scratch it, otherwise you'll reinstate the curse...."
A smiling Bassie smooched an angry Darlene on the forehead.
"There was a reason you graduated summa cum laude!"
"But, Bassie--you bitch--even if I wanted to, I couldn't...my husband...divorce laws..."
"Not a problem for me. I can arrange it so he never finds out."
"Even then...I haven't been with a woman since...you."
"Time for a refresher, then!"
Nuh-NO!"
But before Darlene knew it, Bassie was under the covers, giving Darlene cunnilingus. So skilled were Bassie's tongue and lips that Darlene was about to cum...when Bassie suddenly stopped and popped out from under the covers.
Nuh-nuh-nuh! Not so fast! You still have a little payback coming your way!"
Darlene saw Bassie had a strapon dildo in one hand and a tub of vaseline in the other.
"Oh, no! No please! Not my ass!"
"Oh yes, please, yes your ass!"
Bassie managed to saddle herself up and manipulated Darlene's lower body so Darlene's helpless anus was vulnerable to the powerful, repeated retributions of Bassie's lubed-up strapon.
KvK
Tribune
Happy 2016
Nice way to start the new year!
I imagine the gift receiver having her gift stripped naked and bound to a cross, but not yet raising the cross. The gift receiver strokes the gift's cheek and remarks on how beautiful she is. She then offers to let the gift off the cross in exchange for hot lesbian sex. The gift refuses and the fun resumes.