 |
|
|
|||
| Fragments | Back to K | Back to main page | ||
Collected by Djian
FRAGMENTS 1-20
From tgamma@aol.com Thu Nov 28 03:57:51 1996
Path: news.demon.co.uk!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!portc02.blue.aol.com!audrey01.news.aol.com!not-for-mail
From: tgamma@aol.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.bondage
Subject: Story: Fragments 1 (MF NC B&D S&M)
Date: 28 Nov 1996 03:57:51 GMT
WARNING: The following post contains descriptions of an adult, sexual
nature that includes descriptions of bondage and discipline and sexual
torment. These are meant merely as fantasies. This material should not be
read by minors, nor offered for reading or viewing to anyone under the age
of 21. You have been warned. If this sort of materials is offensive to
you, please read no further.
FRAGMENTS
Inspired by Suki's IMAGES and by other vignettes inspired by her and
posted by others, like SD, I offer these FRAGMENTS. (I posted some ages
ago, but have added new ones since then). They are mini-stories,
impressions, glimpses, fragments meant to paint a few brush strokes to get
those of a kinky frame of mind fantasizing. Enjoy! Comments welcome. You
CAN try these sorts of stories at home - they're lots of fun!
- Gamma
* * *
Her legs strained against the stockings, stockings no longer sheathing her
lovely legs, but keeping them bound wide, instead, to the bedposts.
Another set of stockings bound her arms, and a final set filled and
circled her mouth as a gag. She lifted her head and looked over her large,
full breasts down her naked, sweaty body. She saw the stripes of the
whipmarks on her glistening skin. The man stood at the edge of the bed,
stripping off his cloths. She saw his huge, throbbing erection spring into
view. She lowered her head and closed her eyes. She felt him climb on the
bed and atop her. Her wet cunt sucked him in in spite of her fear.
* * *
The beautiful reporter stood in the middle of the empty TV studio,
sweating under the hot camera lights. The camera was in PAUSE mode, hooked
to the station's transmitter. As long as she sat on the dildo and kept the
PAUSE switch on, her plight would be a private one. But if the shock that
dildo sent into her pussy got to be too much and she lifted off it, the
PAUSE switch would disengage and her bondage torment and shameless arousal
would be broadcast to the entire tri-state region.
She bit down on the gag and endured the shock and the almost continuous
orgasms. But in her heart, she knew she wouldn't be able to hold out much
longer.
* * *
Elaine had made two mistakes. One was to be incredibly beautiful. The
other was to be hiking alone on a remote mountain trail. Now she was
spread, naked, tied to posts inside a ramshackle cabin. The two
hillbillies who had captured her, stripped her, and tied her sat before
her drinking whiskey. She had tried to plead with them but they had gagged
her with her panties. Now she just stood waiting for whatever was to come
next. Her toes barely touching the floor, her chest heaving, her long
black hair cascading down her back, she was a vision of erotic beauty.
"Well, babe," said one of the men, "time for some fun."
He grabbed a multi-stranded whip from a hook on the wall and approached
the bound beauty.....
* * *
Mr. Wilson's attic was hot. It was cluttered with junk as most attics are.
a spot had been cleared below a bare lightbulb. In that clear spot, a
beautiful naked girl was tied. She was a coed from the nearby college
where Mr. Wilson worked as a groundskeeper. The girl had been tied in the
attic in various positions for several days. Mr. Wilson had fucked her and
whipped her, and now he had left her in the sweltering room while he went
to work.
She was in a vertical hogtie, her knees spread wide and lashed to rings in
the wooden floor. A rope had been entwined in her long hair and pulled
straight up to the rafters, keeping her head up. She could go nowhere.
Over the wide strap of leather that kept her gag in place, her eyes were
wide as she stared at the timer set on the floor several feet in front of
her. The timer was set to off at 2pm - in a half hour. The timer turned on
the dildo and the low-voltage shocker that was connected to the two clips
on her erect nipples. Pleasure and pain, mixed on schedule at 2pm.
Her naked body glistened with sweat. The hot room held its captive
immobile. She waited and wondered if he would release her Monday morning
as he'd promised. And as her pussy twitched around the dildo and she felt
yet another orgasm begin to engulf her, she wondered if she would leave
him if he did give her her freedom.
Outside the house, people walked about enjoying the fine spring day,
oblivious to the captive coed in the attic.
* * *
Elvira tentatively approached her naked friend, stretched out across the
exercise mat, arms and legs spread wide and lashed to enormous dumnbells.
"Comon, get to it bitch!" snapped the janitor, lashing Elvira's pert naked
ass with his belt "Fuck her!"
Grasping the huge dildo strapped around her loins and jutting out like a
real cock, Elvira dropped to her knees between her friend's legs. Her eyes
locked with Judy's - wide and frightened above her taped mouth.
Elvira leaned forward, guiding the cock-head towards Judy's waiting slit.
Both girls moaned. The janitor licked his lips and fondled his own cock,
eyes widening as Elvira's cunt swiveled into view, tempting him.....
* * *
The gorgeous blond beach bimbo arched her back away from the pier piling
to which she was bound, trying to avoid the rough barnacles. She was tied
to the thick wooden pole at water-level, her arms and legs wrapped back
around the pole behind her. She was gagged with her bikini bottom.
Floating on the water was a flat styrofoam float, wedged between her
splayed legs. From the middle of it a thick dildo was lodged in her cunt.
It bobbed and rocked with the rough waves, grinding into her pussy and
pushing her to orgasm after orgasm. The was slowly rising, pushing the
long thick rubber phallus ever deeper into her pussy.
She prayed someone would find her in the dawn sunlight before the tide got
too high and the pleasure of her penetration became pain.
She arched away from the pier after a wave pushed against her, causing her
naked ass the grind against the sharp barnacles. She arched outwards and
gave in to yet another climax brought on my her helplessness and the
relentless bob of the dildo-float. Her cries and moans were lost in the
hiss of the surf.
* * *
Did the girl on the subway know what I was thinking? Could she even
suspect? She was pretty. Petite. Wearing a sweater that showed off her
ample chest as it hugged the curves of her breasts. Wearing a short plaid
skirt and dark nylons.
Could she imagine that I had gone beyond undressing her in my mind? Way
beyond.
I saw her wearing nothing but those dark stockings, sheathing her legs to
her thighs. I saw her tied to a bed somewhere - a flimsy cot with a bare,
striped mattress in a bare concrete room, lit only by a bare bulb
overhead.
I saw her spread-eagled to that bed, squirming and writhing and moaning
through a gag - her panties, tied in her mouth to keep her quiet.
I circled that bed, stroking my erection.
I climbed on that bed.
I lay upon the bound girl.
I nudged her cunt with my hard hot cock.
I thrust forward. She moaned and her pussy sucked me in.
Did the girl on the subway know what I was thinking? Could she even
suspect?
She smiled at me. I smiled at her.
She got off at the next stop and walked into the night.
I followed her.
* * *
The man finished dressing, ignoring the woman he had just fucked. She was
still naked, still tied with her arms stretched tautly to an overhead
beam, legs spread wide and lashed to the legs of two heavy tables. She
stood on tiptoes, sweaty and panting, her mane of chestnut hair sticking
to her back and breasts. She moaned into her gag - her panties, stuffed in
her mouth and held there by one of the legs of her pantyhose.
"I've taken down the open house sign," he taunted. "I'm afraid you'll just
have to hang there like that until the owners return tomorrow night. I
wonder what they will think of your skills as a real estate agent when
they find you tied up in their basement? Maybe they'll just come home and
go to bed and then to work Monday without even coming down here."
"Speaking of coming down here....I don't want you to get bored, so I'll
fix you up with a diversion." He produced a massive rubber dildo, molded
exactly as a cock, and slid it into her wet cunt. He kept it there with
the remains of her pantyhose, tied around her waist and from her belly,
through her cunt and ass and up to the small of her back. She shook her
head as the monster dildo throbbed deep inside her, sparking her arousal.
"I wonder how many times you'll climax before they find you," he mused. he
kissed her on her cheek and climbed the cellar stairs, switching off the
light and closing the door behind him.
It was, indeed, Monday night before the owners discovered her, exhausted,
drenched with sweat and with the fluids of countless orgasms dripping down
her legs.
They never caught her tormentor.
* * *
She had felt the shock to her cunt and ass and nipples once. She had no
desire to feel it again. Whether she did or not was within her control,
though just barely.
She was perched atop two wooden dowels, about three feet apart. They were
large enough for her to rest her toes on. They were about 6 inches high,
and if she moved her feet much at all, the dowels rocked. Too much and
they would tip over and she'd hang from her wide-spread and tightly lashed
wrists.
Her beautiful naked body glistened with sweat and with a thin layer of
honey, applied mostly to her legs, pussy, ass, breasts, and underarms.
It hadn't taken the ants long to find her.
Deep in her cunt and ass, twin dildos throbbed away, kept in place by a
thin rubber strap that circled her waist and connected from back to front
through her two holes and their stuffing dildos. The dildos were studded
with small metal knobs. Wires snaked from them to a box on the floor.
Similar wires lead to the clamps on her nipples. She could not fight the
stimulation of the twin lovers and had come several times already.
What was hardest, besides the strain of her spread-eagled position, was
trying to endure it and the throbbing stimulation in her loins and the
ants scurrying about her without moving. She tried to remain absolutely
still. She tried not to breath to heavily when her arousal skyrocketed to
climax; tried not to squirm from the fiery tickle of the ants; tried not
to let her legs quiver or head shake. She moaned into the thick penis gag
strapped about her head. She tried not to move because there was a motion
sensor aimed at her body from the side. Move and it detected the motion
and turned on the power to the little black box between her widespread
legs which sent a shock to the dildos in her cunt and ass and to the
clamps on her nipples. Once it turned on, it was set to stay on for five
minutes if the motion didn't continue. But if it did, it would keep
sensing it and stay on. She knew that if she did move and did set it off,
she would then have to try to endure the added torment of the shock
without moving if she ever hoped to stop it!
The muscles in her legs trembled, sending a shiver to the dowels beneath
her toes. She willed herself not to shake. A climax erupted in her cunt
and she willed herself not to squirm.
She wished he were here so she could apologize. Tell him she was sorry and
would never, ever cheat on him again! But it was too late. He had caught
her hopping from bed to bed with her various lovers, and had vowed to
teach her how to remain still.
She was learning her lesson. She looked at the clock he had set up in
front of her. 2 PM. The hottest part of the day. In the small cabin that
was her prison, it was stifling. He said he'd be back for dinner. He'd
gone fishing. They were way out in the woods. No one was likely to come by
to rescue her.
Her cunt spasmed again and she moaned...fought it...fought the churning in
her pussy and the heaving in her breasts. She tried to keep her head still
but could not. As her climax reached its peak she let her head drop back
between her outstretched arms as she wailed in pleasure...and then in
pain. Her hair had swayed across her back and the sensor had caught the
motion.
The shock to her cunt and ass and nipples caused her to writhe and buck.
The dowels teetered underfoot and almost tipped over. She pressed down on
them with her toes. She knew if she lost her footing she would hang from
her arms and sway, and keeping herself steady would be all but impossible.
Five minutes! Could she ever endure it? In horror she realized that her
hips were shaking and her breasts heaving. The sensor caught it all.
The ants swarmed across her body, a few washed away by the sweat that
pored off her. Her helplessness was overpowering; it combined with the
fiery shock to send her over the brink again. She could not keep her hips
from bucking and squirming as she came and came and came.
The sensor caught it all.
* * *
Though she was exhausted, she squirmed forward as best she could in her
strict hogtie. Her breasts and belly and loins - the parts of her that
made contact with the cold concrete floor - scraped along the grit and
dirt as she humped and hunched forward down the long corridor. Her ragged,
panting breaths echoed in the deserted building. After he's fucked her
cunt, made her clean him and get him hard again with her mouth and fucked
her there, he had gagged her with the remnants of her torn panties and
tied the gag to the handcuffs connecting her ankles and wrists. This kept
her head back so she could see - through the mane of blonde hair that
tumbled across her face and onto the ground - her goal. It was a small can
sitting in a pool of light maybe a hundred yards away, down a long
concrete hallway in the deserted warehouse.
He had told her that the key to the cuffs was in that can. All she had to
do was squirm her way to it and she could gain her freedom. Her movement
was restricted and her progress slow. Orgasms also slowed and drained her.
Before he left, he had wedged a large rubber dildo in her pussy and tied
it in place with her pantyhose, wrapped belt-like around her waist and
drawn from her belly, through the lips of her cunt and across the base of
the dildo, then through the crack of her ass to be tied at the small of
her back. He had included several large knots tied in the legs of the
pantyhose and positioned to rub across her clit and asshole.
She squirmed and writhed and grunted and bucked. She hunched forward and
rubbed the knots across her burning clit. Her skin ground into the rough
concrete, and she mashed the throbbing dildo deep inside her with each
thrust of her pussy against the ground. She climaxed every ten feet or so,
further exhausting herself. In the two hours since he had left her, she
had covered about 50 feet. She had a long way to go. But she kept at it,
determined to win her release before the winos and junkies arrived at
sundown to seek shelter from the winter cold.
What she did not know was that there was no key in the can. No way to
release herself from her cuffs. That she would only discover many hours
later, after much exhausting and countless orgasms. She would discover it
with a wail of despair and defeat and anger. With a cry of release as
another orgasm - triggered by her helplessness and defeat - erupted in her
pussy. She would discover the futility of her effort only minutes before
the stoned, very horny junkie discovered her.
* * *
The lone car kicked up dust as it turned off the highway onto the side
road that led deep into the desert. After another hour, it stopped. The
driver got out. He whistled to himself. He unlocked the small cabin in the
middle of nowhere. Inside, he made sure everything was ready. The straps,
the ropes, the blindfolds and dildos and shockers and gags, the hoods and
harnesses and whips.
Then he returned to the car. He opened the trunk and gazed down at its
cargo. She was young and naked and bound hand and foot. She was gagged and
blindfolded. She was coated with sweat from the two hours in the hot
trunk. And, for as long as she wanted, she was his. He had taken her from
the deserted rest stop. No one had seen. He had hidden her car in the
bushes. No one would find it for a while.
He smiled and bent to gather up the captive beauty.
* * *
If the mayor's wife could speak, she could explain to the gang members who
she was. Tell the the trouble they'd be in if they touched her. But she
could not speak. The rubber dildo strapped into her mouth and kept there
with a padlocked leather strap kept her all but silent.
As they tied her up in the old, deserted building.
As they tore away her cloths.
As they fondled her and fucked in every way possible.
As they whipped her.
As they fucked her again.
Through it all, she vowed she'd get revenge on the crime boss who had had
her abducted and delivered to the gang to send a message to the mayor.
But revenge would have to wait until they were done with her.
And the virile youths wouldn't be done with her for a very, very long
time.
* * *
In the dank, hot boiler room, the young coed squirmed against the ropes
that held her spread-eagled. Her wrists were connected by ropes to
overhead pipes; her ankles to cinderblocks. Her panties gagged her mouth.
A rough hemp rope circled her slim waist. Another rope was tight through
her ass an cunt - hard against her clit. It continued up and over a pipe.
From its end hung a bucket. Water from one of the overhead pipes dripped
slowly into the bucket. Barely a quarter inch of water filled the
two-gallon metal pail. But it wold be filled. Drop by drop by drop, the
water would fill the bucket. The bucket would drop with the weight,
pulling the rope tighter and tighter into her cunt and ass. She could arch
herself forward within the limits of her bondage to relive some of the
strain. But she did not. Quite the opposite. For although it tightened the
already taut rope even more into her tender pussy and ass, she thrust her
hips not forward but back, pushing her sweaty ass against a metal plate
behind her. The plate was actually a switch. A spring loaded switch that
wanted to move outwards. When that happened, it engaged the current to the
thin wires that led to the metal clamps on her hard nipples. A painful,
biting surge she could not endure for long.
So she thrust her gorgeous ass backwards, even as the rope and the bucket
pulled it forward as the water filled the bucket making it heavier and
heavier, drop by drop by drop.
* * *
Mane of black hair flowing behind her, her naked body sweaty, mouth
gagged, arms bound behind her, dildo strapped in her cunt pushing her to
orgasm after orgasm, breasts forward, she ran through the woods. She could
hear the hunters behind her; the pounding of the horses, the bark of the
dogs, as they pursued her on their very unique version of a fox hunt.
Panting, spasming, wild and afraid of the whipping and fucking that would
accompany her capture, she ran on, stumbling and crashing through the
underbrush, heart beating wildly, her surging, grinding motion working the
dildo in her cunt.
"There she is!" yelled one of the men, and whipped his horse forward with
the very same crop he would soon be using on her naked, sweaty ass.
* * *
She sat in the corner booth, dressed to kill, dressed like a hot trashy
whore, trying to fend off he men. But she knew that eventually, she would
have to ask one of them to reach into bra and remove the key to the
chastity belt so that he could unlock it and reach into her pussy and
remove the keys to the handcuffs that kept her wrists pinned behind her
back, hidden now as she sat in the booth.
* * *
The janitor flicked on the lights and quickly closed and locked the door
behind him. The boiler room was oppressively hot and noisy with the sounds
of the machinery. She was where he had left her. Naked, her wrists lashed
together and stretched to an overhead pipe. Her long legs spread wide and
lashed to a pipe that ran along the ground. She glistened with sweat. Her
panties still filled her mouth, kept there by a wide strip of duct tape.
Her breasts heaved and her eyes widened when she saw him.
"I've had my rest, baby," he said as he stroked her sweaty flanks. "I'm
ready for more" he said as his hands cupped her ass. She moaned into her
gag and shook her head as he freed his hard cock and nudged it into her
slit, eager to fuck her again.
She did not see the rawhide strip hanging from his back pocket. As he
thrust his cock in to the hilt, she did not know that after he fucked her
for the second time in as many hours, he would whip her.
* * *
Stefanie, the beautiful model had an enemy. Another model. A model with
excessive ambition who would stop at nothing to be featured on the cover
of the famed swimsuit issue. But she knew Stefanie would win out, as she
always did. But not this year. Indeed, it would be quite a while before
Stefanie modelled any bathing suits or lingerie. She had even taunted the
other girl. "This year, when it comes to the competition for the cover,
I'll whip your ass!" She smiled to herself as she thought how literally
she meant the boast.
She had arranged to have Stefanie picked up. Abducted. Taken to a deserted
warehouse in a seedy part of town. She didn't know the thugs who would do
her dirty work. She didn't care. She had a lot of money, and that money
could buy her contacts with people who would take care of anything for a
price. She had paid them handsomely to take care of Stefanie, no questions
asked.
She didn't care what they did to her as long as they left her essentially
unharmed. And as long as they made sure she wouldn't - couldn't - model
the sexy stuff anytime soon. Just abducting her and holding her wouldn't
work. Too many risks and the magazine might just postpone the shoot. So
she had thought up something quicker, yet lasting.
Stefanie was back home after her ordeal. They had opened the door of the
van and pushed her out with a "thanks." She was tied and blindfolded and
naked, but they had made the ropes loose enough that she could work
herself free.
Now she was in her bedroom looking over her naked body. From her shoulders
to her ankles, she was covered with thin red lines, left there by the
whipping she had endured at the hands of her captors. The lines would take
weeks to fade. She realized she couldn't cover them and couldn't possibly
model anything remotely skimpy for a long while.
Otherwise, she was unharmed. The two goons had fucked her - hard and
often, delighted to be in possession of a woman who had used her beauty
and sexiness to make millions - and to make millions of cocks hard the
world over. But she was no virgin, and even though she had been tightly
bound and gagged and blindfolded when they had used her, she had, she had
to admit, enjoyed it. Her stunning orgasms were impossible to conceal.
She sat on her bed, gingerly, as her ass was well-striped.
Three weeks later, as her whipmarks were just fading, she got her copy of
the swimsuit issue. She was nowhere to be seen in it. But that blonde
bitch Claudia was everywhere, including the cover. She knew she had made
good on her promise to "whip your ass."
It was then that Stefanie had a very wicked idea.
In three months, they'd start shooting the swimwear calendar. Stefanie
knew one model who wouldn't be in it.
She smiled and lay back to relive her night of abduction and torment. Her
fingers found her pussy. Hot, wet, and ready.
* * *
The gorgeous lingerie model didn't understand why the two masked men
hadn't stripped her naked. They had left her sheer bra and panties on, as
well as her thigh-high nylons. Gagged, she could not talk to them. But
they explained.
"We're gonna fuck you, baby," one said. "You've been teasing all us men
with your sexy catalogue pictures. We're gonna take what you offer but
don't deliver."
Both men retreated into the shadows and returned. Both held whips in their
hands.
"But first," one said, "we gotta get you naked."
She understood, then. She understood as a whip hissed towards her and
caught her on her hip. It sliced the fabric of her panties. But not enough
to tear it off completely. It would take more strokes to do that. Many
more....
* * *
The train roared through the western countryside. Most everyone was
asleep, the lights to the speeding train out. All except for compartment
9C. Its lights blazed. Lit by those lights is a naked woman. Very
attractive, with jet black hair that cascades down her back to her ass.
She is spreadeagled against the window, arms lashed to the overhead
luggage racks, ankles to the sleeper compartment's couch legs.
She is gagged with her panties. Written above her naked pussy with her
lipstick: FUCK ME!
How she got this way is unknown. She will remain so for hours. Her moans
cannot be heard above the roar of the train. While she is humiliated, she
is also aroused.
In three hours, the train will stop at a tiny town. Will anyone be awake
in the dead of night to see her shamed torment?
She gnaws on her gag and thinks about this, and cannot help bucking her
hips a bit, grinding her cunt against the window, unable to suppress her
growing lust.
* * *
After the pirates had used and abused the young beauty to their hearts'
content, they lashed her to the bowsprit. They made of the captured girl a
living figurehead. Her arms were lashed behind her. Her legs were spread
on either side of the bow and lashed up to the deck rails. More ropes
circled her waist and shoulders to keep her in position. A final rough
hemp rope circled her waist and cut deeply into her cunt and ass as it was
tied from her belly through to the small of her back.
She hung there, her cunt and ass taking most of her weight. The boat
pitched up and down and she ground against the ropes. Spray licked her
breasts - the cold water kept her nipples hard.
The pirates slept. The beauty suffered. In a barrel on the deck, a roped
soaked in brine. In the morning, they would whip her with it. Her writhing
under the lash would fire their lust. In the afternoon, her fucking would
begin again.
Through the long night she swayed in her bonds, was drenched with water,
and eventually climaxed from her helplessness and the constant friction of
the rope against her clit.
Below decks, snug in their bunks, the rough men dreamed of how they would
use the captured girl for their own pleasures. Though theirs was a hard
life, the pirates knew it had its rewards.
* * *
Fragments index