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First Meeting with a Sadist
Part 5
Almost as if frozen in place she lays unmoving, face up on the examination table, hands bound above her head, legs
spread wide and locked into stirrups. Wide leather belts crisscross her mid-section and hold her tight against the cool
leather.
Silently and methodically he attaches clamps to her magnificent nipples and enlarged clit, each with wires that connect
to his control console. Inside her cunt, he attaches a clamp to the stem of her cervix, buries two vibrating eggs inside
her cunt, and then slides a large metallic dildo into her rectum, all connected to his magic console.
From his computer, he can make the electrodes and eggs vibrate or shock her, arouse or stop her orgasm. He intends to
torture her for several hours before he tests her newly remodeled and sculpted clit, cunt, and ass.
Gentle vibrations circulate throughout her body. Her cunt juices up and her clit pulses with life. It is nothing short of
amazing; the impressive size it grows when she is aroused. Her thick cunt lips hold her juices just inside the folds until
the volume sends the overflow down her crack to pool onto the table. Hungrily, she licks her lips.
Lost in the pleasure swarming throughout, her eyes blur and dilate as she rides the waves, her orgasm just out of reach.
He smiles as her cunt and ass twitch from the vibrations all in anticipation of the pending orgasm. Her clit throbs and
quivers with expectation, and her hips sway within the confines of her restraints. Oh yes, she is very close. Pressing a
series of buttons, the vibrations cease.
Pitiful wails fly from her throat in protest. Whimpers quickly replace the wails as he sends small bursts of electricity into
her nipples. Wails change to deep throaty moans as he slowly increases the electrical current now including her clit; he
smiles as it retreats inside its hood. A little more current shoots directly up her cervix and explodes deep in her belly,
then races up and down her spine.
Tears pool in her eyes. Her jaw is set in a hard scowl. All thoughts of an orgasm are now a distant memory. Gradually,
the electrical current is replaced with tiny vibrations. Shudders wrack her body as she struggles to adjust to the abrupt
change. Small spirals of pleasure flow. Droplets of milk drizzle from her nipples almost in rhythm with the vibrators; her
breasts ripple as he increases the speed. Slight tremors flow through her rectum and join the throbbing in her cunt and
cervix and settle in her belly. Her hips thrust and lunge under great duress, held tightly by the belts. Ripples of pleasure
ricochet back and forth from her breasts to her cunt and back again.
Her moans are almost harmonious and clearly announce the approaching orgasm. Ruthlessly, he jars her from pleasure-
land with high voltage electricity searing every point in her body. Epileptic seizures roll from head to toe and shake her
from her lust-filled reverie. Her tongue dangles from her parted lips and a scream of frustration tears from her lungs.
He smiles. Yes, he is enjoying her torture. He wants her insane with lust and desperate for an orgasm. Desperate
enough to do anything, submit to everything, all for the elusive orgasm. And for the next three hours, the torment
continues, constantly luring her with a glimpse of an orgasm only to rip it away.
Frustration consumes mind and body, her focus shifts as he urges her onward with vibrations then stuns her with
electrical current. Her focus is singular. Nothing else matters. Her body screams for release. She is helpless to control
the physical and emotional turmoil from his continuous incredible stimulation and torturous pain cycles. Every several
minutes, he lures her to the gates of heaven, tempts her with approaching orgasmic bliss, and then brutally robs her of
the pleasure her body demands.
She is in such a frenzied state that she is unable to answer simple questions. All she can hear is the strumming of her sex
followed by bolts of current sizzling through her body. She is almost ready but needs a little more time to simmer.
Several minutes pass before she becomes aware that he has turned everything off and left the room.
Everywhere, every nerve ending, every single muscle in her body struggles to cope with the silence, both in the room
and in her body. Every once in a while, a series of spasms churn within her but for the most part, she lays frozen in
agony.
Refreshed after a quick nap and long steamy shower, he pours three fingers of Gentleman’s Jack Tennessee sipping
whiskey. Raising the glass, he admires the amber color and the soothing fragrance, and takes a deep swig. Gently, he
rolls the liquid throughout his mouth, savoring the potent fruit and spices. Swallowing, the silky liquid slides down his
throat and leaves a relaxing warmth in its wake.
He opens the door to the dungeon and is taken aback as musky odors fill his nostrils and his cock immediately stiffens;
the large underground room reeks of female sweat and lust. Perspiration lightly coats the surface of her skin and
shimmers under a dome of soft overhead lighting. Still trussed in the gyno chair, her movements are disjointed and
involuntary.
Her clit quivers and throbs. Small ripples run through her breasts; they are remarkable, her tits. Each udder lays to the
side of her chest; hanging heavy with milk. At the tip of each bell-shaped udder are two incredible nipples, prominently
displayed and as thick as they are long, close to two full inches. More than a mouthful.
He makes a mental note to milk her soon. However, he has so much more planned before he allows her relief of any
kind; denying her milking, denying her orgasm, denying her fitful rest. He wants her off-balance, exhausted, strung out,
and desperate. He wants her to earn the right to orgasm.
His goal is to work her body into a frenzy where her only focus, her sole thought, her lone wish is to orgasm. Her body is
a roadmap of desperation, a junky needing a fix; blotchy skin, sweat-soaked hair, brows furrowed, eyes unseeing, hands
clenched, muscles taunt, nipples, clit, cunt, and ass engorged, and the dead-give away, puddles of arousal on the sheet
beneath her.
The doctor mentioned that a market exists for human female pheromones and with the volume she produces, it may be
worth the effort to collect her sex liquids.
Lost in her own private misery, she is unaware of his presence. Release. She craves the powerful release that only an
orgasm provides. Her addiction is deeply entrenched; that magical carpet ride where endorphins carry her off and away
from the here and now; a place where pleasure is acutely experienced by all senses. Brilliant colors dance before her
eyes. Fragrant smells of sex flood her nostrils. Angelic music seeps into her soul. Lusty, orgasmic juices are a taste
sensation. Nerve endings pulse and ripple just below her skin. All thoughts are replaced with a yearning for that high; a
high so erotically intense it makes her dizzy with pleasure.
Using a long, soft, feather, he gently circles her humongous clit. Up and down the stem, across the top, and down the
other side, the twirling the feathers lightly brush the sensitive orgasm. Barely touching cunt lips, the feather slips
underneath each lip and swirls; her flesh tingles with excitement.
Soft moans and shallow gasps precede a rush of female juices, sweet sensuous woman juices coast down between her
crack. The feather takes flight from her pelvic bone down the inside of her thigh and back up the outside of her leg,
pausing to flutter the tip of her clit. Bumps rise up as the feathers caress her hyper-sensitive flesh. Her clit hangs heavy
and throbs with arousal.
The bulge in his jeans is at the junction of crisis or freedom. He chooses freedom and drops them to the floor. He resists
the temptation to fuck her mouth; he has two other holes to sample. Yet, he hesitates even as his cock vibrates and
drips with a hedonistic desire to fuck her senseless.
The feathers circle her breasts and tease her nipples as his cock slides up and down her crack, pausing but never
entering her cunt or ass. Her body is literally sizzling with heat as he coats his cock with her juices. Her moans change to
quick pants of air as she screams and begs to be fucked; however, words seem unable to escape her swollen throat.
Slathering his hand, he cones his fingers and with one long thrust, he plunges into her cunt and bangs into her cervix.
The tight vaginal flesh closes around his wrist and holds it snugly. The enhancements to her cunt feel like a high-end
mattress with thick layers of pillow-top pockets filled with finely spun cottons.
His fingertips circle her cervix then pinch it. Her body jerks at the initial pain then simmers and relaxes. His fingertips
play at the mucus plug that protects her uterus, making small tight circles until it finally relents and his little finger slips
into the narrow muscle.
Adjusting his stance, he presses down on her belly from the outside, pushing her uterus downward, forcing her cervix
into her cunt and his finger farther into her core. He pauses to watch her expressions. Her eyes are watery but not
tearing. Her breathing is short and raspy but not labored. He twists his finger back and forth in the spongy canal always
pressing deeper.
After she calms a bit, he pulls his entire hand from her cunt then jams it back in one long hard thrust, spearing her and
forcing his middle finger through her cervix. Her body lurches from the chair but the restraints hold tight. Intense
cramps wrack her body and she struggles to expel his hand, pushing like a woman pushing a baby out, but he holds
steady.
He partially withdraws until his fingertips locate her g-spot. His fingers surround the swollen bean-sized organ,
massaging it, encouraging it to fill with liquid arousal. Her moans jump several octaves higher as he teases and taunts
her pleasure center.
Withdrawing his hand yet again, he steps back and plunges his cock inside her rectum in one smooth stroke and holds
perfectly still, his groin smashed against hers. His eyes practically roll out of his head and his legs nearly buckle, the
pleasure is outstanding. Her entire rectal cavity holds his cock in an air tight vacuum. Her anal muscles clench and
unclench treating his cock to an amazing fuck.
Ever so slowly, he withdraws, inch by inch, relishing the cushy billows of flesh that tightly hug his cock. He plunges
again, this time, ramming into her with impressive force. The walls collapse around his cock, squeezing tight, drawing
semen up through his stem. The tip of his cock swells but he is powerless to stop the eruption. Spurt after spurt of hot
semen fills her ass and bathes his cock as he saws in and out of her until his balls are completely empty.
His needs met for the moment, without a word, he leaves her alone, unsatisfied, confused, horny, and silently sobbing.
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