Asteroid, Mine
[part 4/4]
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Asteroid, Mine [chapter 6]
Steve stood before the cage. Cindy joined him. I stood up. Steve
sniffed the air, the smell coming from my cell. The smell, I realized,
of warm sweet straw mixed with the musk of my previous lust.
"Tsk, tsk." Steve said.
"Someone has been having fun." Added Cindy.
I hung my head in shame. Steve took the key from his pocket and
unlocked the cell door, then pulled it open. He stepped back. After a
moment I moved to step out of the cage onto the cool stone floor.
Cindy was ready with a brush, passing it all over my body to remove
the strands of straw clinging to me. The stiff bristle scratched my
skin a bit. Cindy seemed to pay more attention to my breasts than was
necessary as she scrubbed the brush over my nipples. She had me spread
my legs while she rubbed between them with the brush. The pieces of
straw were glued on between my thighs and she began using her fingers
to pluck the strands away from around my pussy. At times she would
draw a piece of straw through my pussy lips making me tremble and
shake.
"Enough."
At the command Cindy stood up and moved me away from the front of the
cell. She bent to sweep up all the loose straw and flick it back into
the cage. Steve took my arm and guided me over to the stone platform.
He let go to stand behind me. When I tried to step up the ankle chain
pulled tight and my toes hit the edge an inch below the top. Steve
stood behind me, waiting. I moved my feet closer to the platform and
tried again. I strained against the shackles and managed to hook my
toes over the edge. Steve stood behind me, ready, I realised, to grab
me if I fell. I put all my weight on the toes of that foot and lifted
myself up onto the platform. I paused a moment, then moved to stand in
the center underneath the hanging rope.
The man stepped up beside me. He handed one end of the rope to Cindy,
then tied a loop about two meters from the other end. He took my hands
by the chain between the shackles and raised them up to my face. I
watched him thread the end down through one cuff and then up through
the other. Then he passed the end through the loop above and tied a
simple slip knot, snugging it down firmly. He turned to Cindy who
pulled on the rope to take up the slack, then to draw my hands up over
my head. She looped the rope over the hook in the column, then waited.
The man used two short pieces of rope to bind my feet to the rings set
into the stone. He pushed the shackle on one ankle up and tied the
rope around my ankle just above my foot. Then he tied it to the ring.
He did the same to my other foot. My legs were now spread apart. When
he let the other shackle drop I could feel the outward pull of the
ropes on one side of my ankles combine with the inward pull from the
chain and shackles. Steve stepped off the platform to take the rope
from Cindy. He pulled, raising my hands higher, then he pulled some
more. My arms stretched up over my head. I could no longer reach the
end of the rope and the knot that would free me. I felt the bite of
all four of the hard steel shackles against my flesh. I raised up on
my toes to ease some of the strain. That was a mistake. Steve had been
waiting for me to do that. He tugged on the rope again, removing all
my slack, then lashed the rope to the hook on the column.
I struggled briefly in my bonds for a few moments while Steve and
Cindy watched. Then I began to settle a little. I began to resign
myself to my predicament. I tried to find a balance between the strain
on my toes keeping me up and the strain on my wrists if I relaxed
them. There was no good point of balance to be found. I closed my eyes
and a small moan escaped my lips.
I felt a movement as Steve stepped up in front of me. He gently cupped
my chin in his hand and gazed deep into my eyes, searching. I let my
eyes give that almost imperceptible sign, I was ready. He smiled. I
leaned my head into his warm hand, letting his touch steel me for what
was to follow. Steve moved closer and gave me a whisper soft kiss on
my forehead. Then he lowered his hand and stepped off the platform,
leaving me hanging alone to ready myself.
My eyes followed him as he walked to the rack and selected a whip. I
saw Cindy cross to the stairs to sit, making herself comfortable for
the show. Steve selected a multi tailed flogger from the rack, then
returned before me to show it to me. It was a wicked looking device,
perhaps ten strips of brown leather 10 mm. wide, hanging down about a
half meter from the handle. Steve spun the handle between his palms
and the strips fanned out in a circle. He then waved the whip through
the air before me and let it crash down on the stone at my feet. I
heard the loud smack and swallowed a lump in my throat.
Steve stared once more into my eyes. Yes. I was ready. He moved to
take up a position at my rear. A few moments later I heard the sound
of those strands flying through the air followed by a sharp crack. The
pain flared across both cheeks of my bum. I jerked against the bonds
at the impact, then settled. I took stock.
I had felt every one of those strips striking my ass. It had hurt, of
course, but it hadn't been at all like I had expected it would be.
Sparkles of pain which had spread out and dissipated rather quickly.
Steve gave me a few moments to adjust, then I heard, and braced for
another blow.
The same place, sideways across both cheeks, but the other way, from
left to right. Crack! Again the shock, the sudden sting flaring
bright, then dying away, leaving a warm glow in it's wake. Crack!
another blow, same way. Again, the opposite direction. One more blow
and Steve paused, moving to stand in front of me once more. That's it?
Cindy had joined Steve to stand before me. He spoke.
"Donna, we can stop now, if you want. You can be proud in how well you
have stood up, for a first time. Do you want to end now?"
My mind was spinning. But I couldn't get it in drive. I thought for a
few moments. This whole experience had been nothing like I had
thought. Chained in the cell, I had cum so nicely, and quickly, the
last one took me before I even knew it. And now? I hung there shifting
my weight from one foot to the other. My ass was burning, a bit. But
it wasn't half as bad as I expected. And there was one more thing. On
those last two strokes I had a sensation, a kind of a departure for
places unknown. Was this the path that everyone was talking about?
I looked up at Steve. I heard myself use that little girl voice that
I'd heard Judy use. "No." I said. "Can we continue. Please?"
There was a hint of a smile from them both. Steve said, "All right.
Donna, it's sometimes easier if you yell and scream, if you want. To
avoid any confusion we use what is called a safe word. When you say,
Blue Moon, I stop. No, stop, please, help, all other sounds will be
ignored until you say Blue Moon. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Please say the safe word now."
"Blue moon." I'd never seen a moon that was blue.
"Good." Steve said. "I want you to know that you won't come to any
real harm tonight. I know what I'm doing. O.K?"
"All right."
Steve set the flogger down on the stone beside me. He went back to the
rack and selected a thin wood cane, testing it's flex by bending it,
and a whip, a single strand. These items he set down on the stone
platform and he took up the flogger once more. Cindy sat on a bench
off to my right. Steve took his position behind me.
Steve took up where he'd left off, on my bum. But he didn't limit his
torture to that one area. Because of my position, stretched up and
open, he took full advantage, bringing that flogger to bear all over
me. He didn't hit me on my lower legs, my arms, head or feet. But
everywhere else was fair game. He went softly on my lower back, my
kidneys. And my breasts, delightful pain there. Steve warmed me all
over with the flogger, then set it down to take up the switch.
I'd yelled and screamed under the flogger but that springy stick
brought out a much higher note of anguish. Steve didn't need to put
muscle behind the blows, the thin wood left stinging fire wherever it
landed. I howled when it found the tender spot on each side of my
pussy and then gently insinuated itself smack in the middle, between
the lips, the tip softly grazing my clit. Once I had all my weight on
my hands, trying to curl up in a ball, I guess. My feet were just
above the surface of the stone.. Steve bounced the switch off the stone
twice, quickly, before I could react, slashing the sole of one foot,
then the other. That hurt seemed to radiate lightning fast up my legs
and spine to blast out the top of my head.
The flogger had been the lift off. The cane, the full burn. I was
rushing headlong into the unknown. On course, all systems go. Then,
suddenly, I was there. My hand on the door. Throttle back, Steve
exchanged the cane for the whip. It's length snaked around my body
from one hip, across my chest, my left tit, and onwards, curling up
through my armpit to tap me on my back. I lost it. Explosion. Major
malfunction. Again the slash across, the other way this time. Tiny
flare ups inside the debris field, another big explosion, rocking me to
the core. The whip slashed across both nipples, quickly bringing me to
the brink again, then down low to gently kiss me, there. My clit.
Sending me crashing headlong over the edge once more. I screamed low
and long as I rocked and shook. Wave after wave rocketed through me.
Without end. I remember taking a huge breath, then holding it, riding
it, knowing that if I didn't return soon I would soon be totally
consumed by that white hot fire. But I couldn't turn away. A flash.
The whip, again. Stoking that fire, blinding me. A high pitched
keening echoing back to me, deafening.
I fell from the sky, landing in a heap on the soft cool grass. I
stirred and opened my eyes. Steel bars. I was lying on the straw in
the cage, the door open, Steven and Cindy in the pool of yellow light,
looking at me. Steven closed the door and locked it. Good night,
Donna, I heard, from far away. They turned to go, climbing the stairs
and shutting the dungeon door with a bang. I heard the scrape of the
lock as the key was turned, then, nothing, save for the beating of my
heart.
Later on my eyes flickered open. I saw Cindy, sitting on the floor in
front of my cage. I might have smiled. I closed my eyes and slept.
At some point Steve and Cindy came to release me. The cage door was
opened and they helped me over to the platform to sit, the cool stone
feeling nice on my bum. Steve removed the shackles which had held me
throughout that long night. They helped me to stand, then supported me
as I walked up the stairs, out of the dungeon and up into their kitchen
once more. Sunlight streaming through the windows blinded me and I
moaned. Cindy took me through the house to their bedroom and a big
bathtub full of cool scented water. As I passed the mirror I looked,
but the sight didn't register on my brain. The water stung a little as
Cindy eased my sore body into the tub. She turned the jets on low, the
water swirling around me felt good. I looked up and smiled.
"Cindy, I. . . "
"Shhh." She cooed. "We'll talk later."
I noticed the clock on the wall. 11:00. Twelve hours. A lifetime.
Cindy came back for me an hour later. I must have slept in their tub
as the water washed around me. I felt better. I stood up and Cindy
gently patted me dry with a soft fluffy towel. After I got out I
examined myself in the mirror. My sight didn't look as alien as
before. Cindy told me she used some mineral salts in the water to
promote healing. She spread the towel across her bed and I lay down.
Cindy used some skin lotion and rubbed it all over me where the whips
had left their marks. She took her time rubbing me gently with her
small soft hands, leaving me feeling great. All the stiffness was
gone. My skin felt tender still, but I had survived, hadn't I. Cindy
took me to my room and helped me dress. Steve came in and handed me a
coffee. As a last thing she took my two little black bracelets and
snapped them closed around my wrists.
"You earned these last night," she said closing the strap. "I never
saw anything like that in my life."
Steve asked "How do you feel?"
How did I feel. "Sore. Drained. Like I did a twenty hour shift in the
mine."
"I've never seen anything like that." he said. "You took the whole
twelve rounds, Donna. For a first timer you were there. Hitting the
peak like that doesn't happen very often. How do you feel?"
How did I feel? "I feel more alive than I ever have before Steve,
Thanks."
"I thank you, Donna. For giving Cindy and me the honour of taking you
there, for letting us witness it. That was some show."
"Come," Cindy said, "let's get you something to eat."
I walked with them to the kitchen. I laughed when I saw a fluffy
pillow had been placed on one of the wooden chairs at the table.
Outside the window, in the bright sunlight, the workers from yesterday
were setting up a canopy and unloading tables and chairs from the
truck. Cindy filled my coffee cup and placed a bowl of cut up fruit
pieces before me.
I didn't think I was all that hungry but after the fruit I ate some
pancakes with sweet jam and syrup. Then came two fried eggs and a
small steak with some fried onions and green peppers. When I mopped up
the last of the egg and the juices from the meat with that lovely dark
bread Cindy had, I sat back, carefully, feeling much refreshed. I was
just done eating when Mark and Judy showed up. Over coffee and cake
Steve and Cindy excitedly told them all about last night.
At first I was a little shy about having the most intimate of details
spoken in the broad daylight, but I became less bothered by it when I
saw, Judy's in particular, their reaction to the tale being told by
Steve. Both Mark and Judy kept glancing my way, a mixture of wonder
and fascination on their faces. Cindy played mother hen dispite my
protests and dragged me back to my bedroom so Mark and Judy could have
a look at my marks.
In the room Cindy helped me off with the shirt I had on, then I undid
my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Judy gasped.
"Oh, Donna."
Mark said "Wow!."
I turned around, watching myself in the mirror. Everywhere the flogger
had touched was a dull reddish colour, fairly even all over. Bright
red lines, tinged with white marked the path of the cane. Then, the
curls of the whip where it had wrapped around me and left it's marks.
I had some dark coloured bruising on my body, and also a few small
bruises on my wrists and ankles, from those heavy shackles. My
bracelets helped to cover the ones on my wrists. Cindy lay me down on
the bed and told Mark to get out. Then the two girls spread more of
the soothing skin cream over my tortured flesh and began to gently rub
it into me.
I thought I would never need to have an orgasm again, after that last
one downstairs but, as the two rubbed the cream all over me, my
passions once again began to stir. It was Judy who noticed first as my
nipples hardened under her touch. Cindy traced a finger through my
slit, making me jump, feeling the growing wetness there. She giggled.
The two girls then proceed to drive me forward, over the cliff,
straight into a lovely little cum which left me writhing and
breathless on the bed. After a while they helped me up to stand before
the mirror once more. Now my flushed face and neck matched the redness
of the rest of me. After much giggling they helped me dress and we
went back to the kitchen.
Steve was shaking his head when we entered. Mark had a big grin on his
face. Apparently the antics in the bedroom had not gone unnoticed.
"Jeez Donna, don't you ever get enough?" Steve asked jokingly.
For the next hour we sat and discussed what had happened in Steve's
dungeon last night. From the things they told me I was able to piece
together the events, and gain a much better understanding of the
reactions I'd had. Near the end I had been so out of my mind with lust
I hadn't really been aware of what happened. Cindy filled me in, how
the passion had taken complete control of my body even as the flames
of it consumed me. The power released then had enveloped the both of
them, filling the room with a force so wondrous it was almost beyond
description. Steve said it was almost more than he could bear,
watching me up there. It was all that he could do to steady his hand,
to give my body the final touches, to maintain those searing flames
until all had been scorched clean.
Afterwards Steve had held me while Cindy lowered my hands. When I was
untied he carried my limp but still trembling body to the cell and
gently lay me down on the straw. They both waited until they were sure
I'd be all right before leaving me.
"When you first opened your eyes," Steve said, "In the cell,
afterwards. For a brief moment I saw no one there, and I was afraid.
But then you groaned and I saw the life force flow back into your eyes
and I knew that you had made it. That you had taken the trip and had
returned safely. Locking the cage and walking away was hard for me. I
wanted to take you up and comfort you. But I also knew you needed some
time by yourself, to come to terms with what had happened."
I took Steve's hand. "You were right," I said, "to give me that time
alone. I woke, a couple times, sore, chained, alone. But in my mind I
was still standing on that wondrous plateau, overlooking that place I
had touched. The hurt will pass, but that place will be with me
always. Now, about that straw. Whose idea was that, anyway?"
I told them about the fight I'd had with the straw, how I'd gotten my
hands stuck behind me and then, and then, that big cum that had snuck
up on me. All three laughed hard at that one. Cindy owned up to the
straw idea. She admitted to something similar happening to her down
there in that cage. We were still laughing about it when the guests
began to arrive for the party.
