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THE CHAMBER
A brief note: This was originally meant to be a lackadaisical, two or maybe three part ‘short’ story as I played around on the computer for a couple hours while munching through a bag of Cheetos. Little thought put into the plot, sub-plot, anything, I was just getting back to pounding out some quick, graphic off the cuff descriptions of a damsel in distress as I’ve tended to do in the past. (Be it amateurish as I unashamedly admit I am; I also admit that I tend to kind of speak a story instead of properly writing one) Also, as most of my tales are considerably lengthier, it seems that these shorter 20-30 kb or so scenario bursts of mine that I don’t overly think or obviously barely proof read seem to be the most appreciated, at least by the amount of readers they draw. And besides, on the plus side for me, my keyboard (among other things) isn’t allowed the time to turn as orange with these shorter tales.
Anyway, do to the curious range of responses to this little tale, sitting here with a fresh sack of Cheetos, let’s pound out another chapter of tormenting this unfortunate girl, this time through the eyes of a tormenter… Though remember, be forewarned, my style’s not so proper as a more accomplished professional.
Part Two
Chapter One
Looking in, seeing her scrubbed down, prepared for her ensuing exercise, her naked body glistens in the obviously painful bindings. The full black leather bondage hood molded around her concealed face, only her puckered red lips are left exposed, pressing out from the narrow slot beneath the perforated air holes allowed for her flattened nostrils. Eyes, ears covered by the Velcro flaps, she’s basically void of those senses, her body language exuding the obvious torment, even bewilderment by her treatment.
Stepping inside the virtually stark white room, shutting the door to her assigned area, he slowly steps around her rigid form. Silently glancing over her bindings, he watches her nude body twitching, her ankles trembling in her almost impossible ballerina stance in the eight inch spiked stilettos as her calf, thigh muscles glisten from the anomalous strain. The cord from the ceiling attached to the top of the bondage hood taut, her breasts obscenely thrust out, separating across her chest as the nipples quiver in practically opposite directions, he inspects the tight bindings securing her arms sadistically behind her bowed back. Her palms pressed together behind her shoulders in a prayer position, arms bound from her armpits to her elbows, the leather straps arch her shoulders back into an almost impossible contortion, just as he had ordered.
Completing a deliberate circle, hesitating in front of her bared breasts he slowly reaches outward tracing a fingertip across a quivering nipple. Watching as the areola puckers, its dark nub hardening as just the slightest of a moan’s audible from the swelling lips pressing outward from the mask, he cups the globular mound with his other hand, palms it as he feels the natural firmness, yet delicate softness of her youthful titflesh while flexing his fingers. Taking his time, enjoying his moment alone with her, he’s impressed by the almost perfect circumferences of her melon sized breasts as he can feel her heartbeat resonating through his melding fingertips. Slipping his finger down from her nipple, cupping both mounds, he gently squeezes one, then the other, comparing them like two ripe melons as he begins manipulating the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Glancing closer toward the faded, practically invisible remnants of their thorn treatment of the other night on the rack, listening to her muffled moans as he tweaks the obviously still tender nubs, he can’t help wondering what thought’s flashing through her mind.
Glancing down across her hollowing stomach, lowering a fingertip across her ribcage, the fingernail tracing across her naked flesh, gently poking, prying into her flexing bellybutton, he continues the downward trek toward her pubic mound. Again reacting, but with nearly silent moans as her response, he watches as her body quivers in who knows what anticipation she’s experiencing. Allowing his other hand to also slide downward, trace across the similar trail as her freed breasts gently sway, their hardened nipples jiggling, his eyes begin to focus between her naturally parted thighs.
His hands trailing across the gently rounded protuberance of her pubic area, allowing his fingertips to part the puffy folds of her labium, he kneels, reflects on the discolored and dimpled remnants across both glistening folds left from their thorn treatment. Glancing up between her spreading breasts, the thickened nipples still twitching as he teasingly tugs on her moist labium between his fingertips, he leans closer, presses his tongue between her thighs. Flicking, sensing the quiver of her exposed clit contacted by just the tip of his curling tongue, the moist nub obviously still painfully sensitive from the barb scrapped across, jammed into it during her initiation, he feels her hips twitching, hears the muffled groans becoming louder from the mask.
Sliding a hand between her butt cheeks while spreading her stretching labia with the fingers of his other hand, probing a thumb across her twitching sphincter muscles rimming her rectum, he leans forward, presses his tongue firmer across her clit, jams the tip of the thumb into her puckered rectum.
“Oomph!... Ohhhh!”
Her startled grunts amusing him as her trembling legs lift even higher in her twisting stilettos; he flicks his tongue back and forth again and again as he presses his mouth across her spreading vagina. Tasting her youthful nectar, sucking in, clamping his teeth around the base of her stretching clit, her moans become almost painful grunts as her hips are forced against his face. Reaching around her waist, palming the mounds of her butt cheeks, drawing her even closer as he cranes his neck, tilts forward again, he sucks harder on the swelling nub. Tugging, gnawing with his teeth, yet not overly harsh, he senses her naked body trembling, twisting in his grip as her rasping moans begin to reverberate off the bare walls.
Sensing her juices involuntarily starting to flow, the moistness of her sex oozing, mixing with his own saliva, he continues to probe her puckering rectum in and out with his thumb, to lap at her spread slit, to manipulate her responding clit as her quivering body’s forced to remain virtually rigid except for her swaying, bouncing breasts, the cord stretching from the ceiling holding her head taut,.
“Oomph!... Aaaggghhh!... Oomph!”
Listening to her moans, grunts, tasting her pre-cum, the sticky, milky juices virtually dripping down her inner thighs, he leans back, again glances upward past her quivering stomach, perspiration beading across the bottoms of her pendulous mounds, swaying, jaunting apart, her hips twitching, trembling as he ‘plops’ his thumb from her rectum.
Standing, almost pressing against her naked flesh, he watches her beading breasts raise, lower with each rasping breath. Parting his robe, letting it slip down off his shoulders as he arches his back, he glances down toward his throbbing cock, thick, hard as it twitches between his thighs. The robe dropping to the floor, again cupping, melding her now shimmering breasts in his gripping fingers, he allows his cock to press between her thighs, the crown to flatten her clit, drag it inward as he presses his hips forward.
“Oomph!”
Again enjoying her verbal response, her body’s twitching response, he presses his face closer to hers, watches her compressed puffy lips ooze saliva as air bubbles drool down across the leather mask’s glistening chin. Licking the mask, gliding his tongue across her offered lips, he suddenly jerks his hips forward forcing his shaft to flip upwards, the crown to glide across, force its way into her stretching vulva.
“Oohhhh!”
Her lips barely parting between the confining leather oval slit as his cock slides inward, his foreskin stretching, tugging harsher at her clit, he again licks across the mask, kisses her lips as he grips both breasts, twists, stretches the outthrust mounds even further apart. Tweaking the thickened nipples between his fingers and thumbs, ramming further inward between her quivering thighs with his throbbing shaft, his bare chest pressing against her sternum, he begins stroking back and forth barely an inch or so at a time into her glove like tight orifice. Each thrust raising her higher in the twisting stilettos, the cord tensing, flexing from the ceiling as his thick shaft stretches at her vagina, she continues to involuntarily rasp through the mask.
“Oomph!... Aaaggghhh!... Humph!”
Stroking in and out, foreskin stretching, tugging at her clit, his scrotum slapping between her spreading thighs, he grips her breasts even firmer, twisting his fingernails into their shimmering base, jerking her forward, shoving her back as her glistening body twists under the flexing cord affixed to the top of the hood. A final harsh thrust, his cock finally burrowing completely deep inside her, she screams.
“Ooooooommmmppphh!”
Ignoring her guttural response, lifting her higher by her bulging mounds, her heels just brushing across the floor, letting her drop, lifting again, he senses the rumbling from deep within his groin, his legs twitching as he holds her also quivering body. Feeling the rush, the pulsing, the throbbing of his cock, her breasts discoloring in his twisting grip, he grunts, groans as his gushing cum spurts inside her, drips down off her inner thighs. Holding firm, another final pulsing spurt, lowering his hands, allowing her to try to somehow find her own balance on her trembling legs as his grip lessens; he allows his cock to slide back, to slip from between her thighs. Releasing his grip completely, her discolored breasts swaying, bouncing, he steps back, watches her naked body twist, turn under the stretching cord until she finally presses her ankles together, balances under the again taut cord.
Glancing over her naked body, her tanned flesh glistening from her and his mixture of bodily fluids, he watches her breasts jaunting out, her stomach hollowing with each breath beneath her protruding ribcage. Stepping toward the door, again a glance toward her bound stance, the thought crosses his mind of returning later in the evening, mounting her again, but from behind before she receives her flogging in front of the members. For now, in her confined darkness, she can wonder what’s next.
End Part Two
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