Chapter 11
The weight of the leather drove her hips forward. She balanced against her wrists in a moment of shock. The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot, then was quickly drowned out by the incessant screaming.
Exploding through her was an agony like fire, growing more intense as the moment progressed. Thrashing and twisting, she could not find escape from its inconceivable relentlessness. Her solid scream broke to shocked gasps and the waves of intense sensation crashed upon her, bombarding her with an assault of furious synaptic activity, amplified by her inability to respond.
Finally focusing, she caught sight of the girl in the mirror and spun quickly to avoid the contact, but only managed to present her with a different target. The paddle fell flush to the side of a thigh.
With equal force, the sound again shattered the relative quiet. The scream was partially contained as the woman focused on avoidance and spun the other way and raised her leg against the eruption which took its side. The body struggled to go to the fetal position for protection, but she was unable to do anything but continue the turn and face the girl.
With unbelievable speed, the paddle again flew and struck flush across the already pink breast.
Screaming out and again turning away from the danger, a burst of pain radiated out from her bottom. She must have spun again for a raging eruption blossomed from hip to hip across her lower abdomen. Her body flexed and spasmed. The cries were only hyperventilating grunts and pleading whimpers.
Flinching again and crying out as hands took her hips, her body was pulled back to meet another body.
“Don’t let it be just pain. It’s tearing through you. It’s everywhere. Use it.” Her fingers walked down the crease of each hip to the finely thatched center.
The woman struggled against the contact at first, but quickly quieted, discovering the while stable contact fanned the flames, her own fidgeting fueled them to a rage.
“Where are you focusing?” Fingernails combed through the thin patch, “What did you tell me you were gonna do?”
Tears streamed down her face but she spoke with an amazing relative calm, “Focus…there.” The several targeted points continued to throb violently, viciously to the rippling cadence of her own labored heart.
“Spread you legs.”
The movement was slow and inadequate. Mandy finally twisted the woman to face forward, “Look at your self. Look up. Do it!” Their eyes met again in the mirror, “Look at yourself and spread your legs as wide as you think I want them.”
Watching herself was helpful. It made her realize that at the first request she hadn’t even moved at all. Slowly she heel-toed her legs apart. Using her arms for support, she was able to spread them faster and further, opening them to a comfortably wide stance.
“You still have a lot to work with.” The fingers worked down along the edges of the woman’s sex. Gently she pulled at the labia, opening her. “Bring it in, concentrate the flow, direct it to do what you want. Let it fuel your desire.” A single finger was run through the rift and found only enough moisture to barely wet the finger and probably all just sweat. Soaking it in her mouth, it returned dripping to make a slick up onto and over the clit.
Crying out in need, she bucked into the contact only to have it flee immediately, “You can do it yourself. You have all you need.”
Shaking with a confused combinations of input, she whimpered, “Please, oh God, Please,” the tears began again.
“Okay, I’ll help you.” While one hand held back the folds of the woman to expose the tiny clit, the other gripped the welted nipple tightly and spun it.
A shrill shriek of shock and the woman bucked and twisted. Her legs folded together and she turned away. As soon as the searing contact was broken, she knew, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I just reacted.” Quickly she was back into position, “I don’t know…I’m ready.”
Mandy gave an open handed slap across the butt and the woman jumped and spun again, “I…I just…” jumping back into position, she took a couple of deep breaths, “I know…I know…tie ‘em down, do it. I don’t wanna stop you again.” Closing her eyes and spreading her legs even further, “Just do it, I know you can…use the cuffs. I won’t stop you.”
“Look in the mirror. Look…” the girl was nodding in satisfaction as she walked away, “Real welts.”
Kate risked a look to the mirror then looked down to see it herself. Oddly, she felt a particular pride in the raised deep crimson flesh. The two distinct stripes defined her desire. Turning her hips and crimping a knee gave her a view of the decorated hip. Quickly she straightened as the girl returned. One last sniffle and she felt better, even good in her actively throbbing state.
With a click the ankle was chained and moments later she felt it pull. She watched the girl set the chain over a previously unseen bolt in the floor. The second chained clicked and was pulled a little harder before setting the link. Her legs were wide, but being as limber as she knew she was, it was not nearly beyond comfortable.
“I can go a lot wider…if you want.”
Blowing a kiss to her lover, “Any wider would be a waste.” Bending over, she picked up the paddle.
“Is it better if I’m tighter?”
Mandy smiled, “No, Sweetie, I want you to be able to fidget a little.” Kissing her mouth, neck and upper chest, then was irresistibly drawn down to the welt upon her nipple. Pulling it into her mouth, she suckled the tenderness. She noticed the woman stiffen and groan, but not to a point of protest. Letting go, she dropped to her knees and ran her tongue along the welt across her lower belly. The woman twitched, but the girl was too close with her mouth to even dare to stop her now. Dropping lower, she nuzzled her nose into the tiny tuft.
Whimpering, shivering, Kate sucked in a breath and held it. She could feel the warm breath fogging her need, “Oh, oh, God, yeah!” Her hips inched forward.
“Can you draw it here?”
“Yes! Yes I can!”
Backing away her face, she swung up harshly at the inner thigh. The screaming and frantic movement was expected and predictably ineffective. A swift backhand and the other inner thigh crashed like thunder, ignited like lightening. “Don’t waste it! Take it with you!”
Pacing the blows, she laid swaths of flesh rising torment up the fronts of both thighs. The woman panicked, thrashing and fighting within the little slack she had. Mandy pushed hard on the hips to stabilize them and held them firm while she plunged her tongue in the woman and dug at the channel.
“OH GOD! OH, Oh God!”
“Bring it here! I wanna see it! Focus, Sweetie.” Opening the folds she could see the tiny swell, “Yes, yes Sweetie.” Giving it one quick lick got the whole body to flex in a single spasm. “You’re doin’ real good. Sweetie, you taste wonderful. She licked it again and stood.
Gripping her face, “Oh, I wanna just eat you all up!” Kissing the moaning mouth for a short moment, she backed away without pause and hammered the breasts, both with one swing. Through the struggle which ensued, she took firm the previously unwelted right breast tightly in her hand and laid a direct blow across the nipple.
Struggling and crying, Kate didn’t notice Mandy walk away. The constant explosions and lasting affects were mentally numbing. The input was endless but she tried, and even through the haze of the paroxysmal torment, she could feel her own wetness. She could feel the lasting resonance of her lover’s tongue, the first touch of her tongue, engraved in her mind through the miasma of sensations.
A thin chain circled her waist and was pulled tight. Still crying, she had stopped her struggles. Looking to the mirror, she saw the girl behind her, kneeling down.
“This is your reward for passing your test last night and completing your tasks today.”
Kate’s eyes widened as she saw the girl hold up a short fat vibrator. It buzzed to life and she moaned out as its tip was worked into the moisture and pressured the opening. It slid back and forth at the entrance before forcing its way in. Her body locked as she cried out in ecstasy.
After on deep plunge, it was removed, dripping. The tip found the clit and Kate again voiced her pleasure. The tip moved away and the entire length of the shaft caressed the tender nub before it was removed.
“Ooohhhh, Yeahhhh,” Her entire sex snapped in cramps of absolute rapture.
Mandy lined up the paddle and took one solid swing up onto the dripping pouch of the woman’s inflated readiness. She immediately collapsed, dangling from her arms in a dizzying shock, too traumatic to permit response.
In the crippled state of Kate’s paralysis, Mandy easily worked the shaft half way into her. A thin chain dangled from its base. She pulled the chain back behind the woman and she reacted wildly. Securing the chain to the chain at her waist at the middle of her back, she tightened it link by link until the stiff shaft bent at such an angle that the vibrating tip was driven forcibly against the front wall, just within the burrow.
The woman shook is seizure like impairment, screaming in ravished delight. The girl stood and began to batter the back of the legs, butt, back and arms.
Kate felt her body draw the intrusion in. The buzz of the shaft coexisted with the ripples of the all encompassing trauma. It consumed the furious fires as it found the depths of her arousal. By the time it retreated, again the ebb and flow of the struggling tide had shifted. Her sexual excitement edged toward her focus and fed on the ruminating pulses of the trauma she’d been exposed to.
Already bumping against the rhapsody of her fulfillment, she felt the vibrating unit graze the hidden bundle of her G-spot. The ripples of enchantment ensnared her. Her body spasmed in preparation of the arrival while her mind floated in the heavenly bliss. Larger, grander, more intense the bubble or her orgasm grew. All things in the world paled to the brilliance of the massive flood of pending elation which continued to snowball.
Beyond her control, her body spasmed and convulsed. The pins and needles, fire and flame, they were all still present, but were no more than a welcome appetizer of stimuli and foreplay.
Then, in one sudden moment, the world of bliss around her ended. In a seizure of pure agony, she fell limp against her arms and was lost in an abyss of physical rejection. Explosions of pain, one after another took control. She could not escape it.
Her mind swam in the void, but the words of the girl swam with her. An understanding began, more and more of the control that was taken, was control that she relinquished. Her body was processing so many sensations, powerful sensations, that she had to be stronger than the explosions, stronger than the ecstasy, she had to dominate the rule of her mind and only then could she truly govern her domain.
Clenching her thighs is defiance to the raging inferno that was her body, that was her sex, she was awakened to another pressure which quickly threatened to control her.
The bubble of her orgasm had not burst, but it had deflated. Now, a force of substantial power was driven into the front wall of her sex. It shifted once and buzzed ferociously into her hidden bundle, easily displacing the trauma which had just so completely impaired her.
She rocked her hips and twisted her torso the few inches it was allowed and yet the ravishment persisted unabated. Starbursts of sensations suddenly stung the perfect globe of her elation but were devoured by the new radiance. It fed on all that approached. She still felt the pain of the paddle, even flinched at the sudden intensity of each crashing blow, but now welcomed each addition, embraced each impact with the power of her control.
Maybe seconds, maybe hours, but the precipice stood before her. So elated with her newfound control, she was able to toy with the edge for another few moments…but then fell into its depths.
The sudden plunge into compete fulfillment gripped her in a contraction whose power exploded the bubble she had filled. She felt it expel from her in a torrent of intensity. A washing clean of her senses, a ritualistic purification which had her floating, intoxicated into immobility while the carefully founded building was rapturously razed in an indescribable transportation of the physical.
Hands fondled her breasts. She playfully tried to fend them off. Again fingers slid about her nipples and tried to roll over.
“Lie still, Sweetie. This’ll help.”
Opening her eyes, she saw her love, “Kiss me.”
Mandy leaned in and met the woman’s lips. Kate wrapped her arms around the girl and passionately danced her tongue within. Allowing the embrace to continue, Mandy returned to fondling the nipples.
Kate had to grab the girl’s hands to stop them, “That was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced.” The words were slow and her eyes still glazed but she could not doubt the sincerity of them.
Grinning proudly, the girl shooed Kate’s attempt to stop her hands, “You did so good, Sweetie. Now let me finish this.”
Trying to roll over, she flinched flexed and nearly jumped straight up, “God…damn it!” Fidgeting to find where she was, “My whole body! It hurts. It just…it just tingles all over.”
“Just relax,” pulling the woman back to her, “This’ll help you heal. It’s a powerful ointment.”
“Oh,” awake enough now to see the girl really wasn’t trying to play, “Sorry.” Settling to her back, she took several attempts, then decided to just lay there on the pins which seemed to assail her everywhere. But the tingling reminded her and brought out a smile, “Is it always going to be that good?”
The girl’s hand slipped between Kate’s legs, “Oh, it can be far more intense.” The words came out casual but she had to laugh at the wide eyed reaction they got. “In time, Sweetie. You’re not ready just yet for too much more than that.” The woman’s hips began to gyrate to her ministrations, but Mandy pulled away, finished, “These welts are shallow and’ll be gone tomorrow. You will be sore, but the skin should heal pretty quick.” After a short peck to her lips, she was gone.
Kate swam in the kiss of her lover, letting it linger, tasting it well after she’d broken contact. Her eyes opened and she looked up to Mandy…way up. She was standing above her. “Am I on the floor?”
Extending a hand, “Let’s get you to bed.”
Coming to her feet, she stumbled into Mandy’s arms, “Maybe I gotta have that looked at.”
Mandy just looked at her oddly, not understanding.
Kate answered, “I feel like…” clenching her hips, “…like I’m still climaxing. My body is just floating.”
Grunting under the weight of the woman, she retorted, “No, it’s not floating, that’s me. Now stand up!”
Getting her feet under a little better, she sucked in a quick breath, “Everything hurts,” slowly stretching her parts then grinning, “but it feels so good. Does that make any sense?”
Managing to keep the woman upright, Mandy held her by the waist and turned her to face the large mirror. Cooing in her ear, “Look at how beautiful you are.”
Touching the cuffs still on her wrists and looking down the reflection of herself, she turned an ankle to get the full view of those cuffs as well, “I feel…desirable…possessable.”
Mandy kissed the back of her neck and walked her to the bedroom and set her on the bed. Stripping quickly, she joined her, pulling the woman to her, allowing Kate to cuddle up to her, “I love you Sweetie.”
Pecking her lips, “I love you, too.”
Opening her legs slightly let Kate’s top leg fell between them. The girl then took Kate’s hand, kissed the palm and set it onto the mound of her pubis, pushing the fingers to curl down over her sex. She left her own hand over Kate’s, holding it still, “Sleep well, my Sweetie.”
The woman was already relaxing into a delirium, “Mmm mmm…Lil’butt.”
Mandy was herself almost asleep when she heard the phone ring. It was too late and not many people had this number. Kate stirred at the sound and she tried to soothe her.
After the forth ring, her old machine picked it up. The beep sounded:
“My little pet, where oh where have you been?” Slow and sarcastic the woman’s voice continued, “Rumor is, you took off your collar. You have been a very bad doggie.” The laugh was deep and menacing, “Lately, I’ve found out so much about you. I’m just dying to…‘discuss’ things with you.” The tone became hard, “You will be in contact.”
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Possessing Kate
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