Belialwolf
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I wanted to thank everyone for the kind words, and as requested, here's the next chapter.
Cheers,
Belialwolf
Betty stared at her monitor in genuine surprise before a sneaky little smile crept onto her lips. Whoever had made the mistake of mailing her the first part of that erotic story didn’t realize their error and had mailed the second part of it to her as well. ‘It seems that lightning can strike twice in the same place,’ she thought to herself with a smile. Eagerly clicking on the mail she completely forgot about the stack of reports that were sitting on her desk, they could wait for a little. She had to find out what happened next. She had to find out what happened to that woman who was left in such a precarious position.
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From: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
Subject: The story continued
Date: Wed, 15 Apr 2002 15:23:44 -0800
I think you should be aware of something. All things have their price. This includes a price for my penning these fantasies for you. We will discuss my payment and what it will entail at a later date.
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Betty paused and re-read the first lines of the e-mail, that vague yet foreboding statement burned into the white void of her computer screen, staring at her with unblinking certainty. The very idea clamped down on her thoughts like a vise, making it difficult to continue reading for a moment. She chewed on her bottom lip nervously, thinking about just how sinister those words sounded. Just what kind of payment would someone with such a wicked mind ask for…
After a moment, Betty chuckled and shook her head, reminding herself that this mail wasn’t for her and that she wasn’t being asked to pay some ominous price for reading it. In fact part of her was quite thankful that she wasn't the one who was going to have to pay the piper so to speak. However, the more her mind wandered, the more a little part of her thought it might be exciting to actually be in debt to the author of these kinky stories. She forced herself to stop dwelling on it, her eagerness to continue the story winning out over her hyperactive imagination.
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The Chair - continued
There in the darkness behind her blindfold she was left hanging in a deep pit of desperation and wanting, the ghostly remnants of pleasure haunting her as her body twitched like a puppet with a broken string. Her sex felt like a candle that was being burned at both ends, throbbing like it was keeping time with a marching band. Firm and rough hands wrenched her from those feelings, grasping her shoulders. His hands were strong by the grip they kept and she knew that those hands could move her however they wanted no matter how much she fought them. “Back in the chair with you,” his deep voice rumbled, seeming deeper and deeper like that bottomless pit she was dangling over. With a smooth movement she was guided back into the velvety confines of the chair that she had left an eternity ago. The feel of cool soft velvet on her flushed bare skin was refreshing, like slipping into a cool bath after running a marathon. The feel of the chair just pulled the tension from her, her muscles going limp as she assumed she was going to be allowed to relax for a moment. She knew she was wrong instantly as those strong hands grasped one of her ankles, pulling it upwards and spreading her legs wide open. The vulnerability that she thought she had escaped assaulted her again as she felt her sticky thighs spread apart, reminding her of how wet and lewd she looked. It didn’t take long to figure out what was going on, the unmistakable touch of rope snaking around one ankle and then the other as she felt herself being bound to the arms of the chair, her legs splayed open as wide as the armrests stretched. There was no closing her legs once he was done with them, ropes circling her ankles and thighs, legs bent and spread, making any kind of movement from the waist down a rather hopeless struggle. It was her versus the chair and the heavy piece of furniture would easily beat her every time. Next came her arms, both wrists grasped and pulled behind her, wrapping around the tall back of the chair and being tied in place, out of the way and leaving her with no means of protecting herself whatsoever.
The entire time she was being bound, the man did not speak a single word to her, leaving her in the still pool of anticipation, treading water with shaky hands until she was pulled under again. The longer the silence persisted with each new knot he tied, the more unbearable it became, but when he finally spoke, she suddenly wished that he hadn’t ironically enough.
“Now lets see just what you are capable of…” his voice growled, punctuating his words by grasping one of her full breasts firmly, manipulating it as if he was preparing to do something. “Allow me to explain the guidelines of this little test…” he began, and just then she felt something pinch her nipple. It was a light pinch at first that quickly became harsher and harsher, squeezing the flesh until the pain was too much for her to stay quiet. She couldn’t hold it in any longer, yelping “Owowowow…god that hurts!” in a plaintive voice. Something was compressing her nipple like a miniature vise, shooting tiny lightning bolts all over her breast. There wasn’t even a pause as the man said calmly, “I told you to be quiet, it seems you will need a little encouragement to keep your mouth shut,” those words making her whimper as she was assaulted by not only the terrible feelings that shot through her breast but also those coldly calm words that he just uttered. He grasped her other breast, putting a clamp on that one as well, the pressure and the burning ripping away at her thoughts, tearing each one to shreds before it had completely formed. She could feel a chain attached between the two clamps that were hurting her so, suddenly feeling that chain rising upwards, taking her nipples along for a painful ride. She let out a small scream, shaking her head back and forth in denial of the intensity that assaulted her. She shook her head since the rest of her body was no longer hers to control, it was the only part of her that she could still freely move and was scant consolation in comparison to her suffering. She felt a hand wrap around her neck again, squeezing it strongly enough to hold her head still. The cold press of steel links touched her lips as he pressed the chain to the clamps against her mouth. “I want you to hold onto this…” the man growled as he fed her the chain, “bite down” he ordered her and she did, holding the chain between her teeth. Her face was frozen in a pained expression as the man continued, “This should keep you from making any noises outside of the whimpering that I desire. I expect you to hold that between your teeth until I take it from your mouth. If you let it drop from your lips for any reason, I will stop what I’m doing, I will untie you and I will have you escorted from my home. Do you understand this?” She started to open her mouth to say something and thankfully stopped herself in time, instead trying to nod very softly. “Was that a yes or was that a no.” the man growled at her, making her nod again, pulling the chain up and down as she caused herself even more pain than she was already in.
It was maddening that she was doing it to herself, the man having backed her into a corner where it seemed her every move was damning her into a deeper hell than she was in a moment before. Her breasts hurt so much that even the simple reflex of breathing was a repetitive endless agony, her nipples pulled with every rise and fall of her chest. It was so intense that she didn’t even want to breathe, trying to take the smallest breaths possible but panting like a caged animal instead, torturing herself continuously.
“Now as I was saying…” the man began again, “There is only one rule to this little test I am about to administer and it is a simple one. It is the fact that I am not holding you here by force. All you have to do is drop that chain from your lips, tell me to release you, and I will stop what I am doing, I will untie you and I will have you escorted from my home. Beyond this, I will administer the test as I see fit. If I am unsatisfied with the results of the test, I will untie you and I will have you escorted from my home. However, if I am satisfied with the results, I will then untie you, remove your blindfold and leave the room. You can then do one of two things. You can leave the way you came in or you can follow me on all fours through the door I exit by and beg me for more.”
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“Hey Betty, are you feeling okay?” A voice asked from behind her. The sudden intrusion nearly sent Betty through the roof, causing her to jump with a start. “Christ! Knock will ya?” she snapped, minimizing her mail window and turning to the doorway of her cubicle. It was her friend Chris, one of the sales reps for the company, a tall dark haired man with a penchant for pin stripe suits. Chris smiled apologetically and shrugged, “Sorry, didn’t know you were busy, you just look like you are sick, figured I’d see if you were okay.” Betty blinked at her friend; “Sick?” squinting like she had no idea what the junior sales rep was talking about. “Yeah, you are as red as my tie…” holding up his fire engine red necktie, “Figured you were running a fever or something.” If Betty was flushed before as Chris suggested, she felt like she just turned three shades darker from embarrassment. “Well…” she fumbled, “I’ve been feeling a little off today, hopefully I won’t get full blown sick,” hoping that her friend was buying it. Chris nodded at her and smiled, “don’t work too hard and take it easy okay?” With a wave he headed off, vanishing from the doorway to her cubicle.
Fumbling around in her purse she pulled out her compact and opened it up, looking at her distorted reflection in the tiny mirror. She really was flushed, like she had gone jogging minutes before. Placing her hand to her chest she could feel her heart drumming away and once she started thinking about it, she didn’t have to think long about what was going on between her legs. It was so obvious she was aroused that she didn’t have to check, that fact only making her blush even more. Taking a few deep breaths, like a diver about to sink back under the water, she turned back towards the screen and the mesmerizing tale that had taken a hold of her.
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“You can leave the way you came in or you can follow me on all fours through the door I exit by and beg me for more.” Letting those words sink in for a moment, the man asked her, “Do you understand?” getting a small nod from the bound woman in return, her face twisting each time she raised and lowered her head, mewling from behind the metal chain between her teeth as her nipples were pulled back and forth.
“Now…let us begin,” she heard the man say, barely a moment passing before a stripe of white fire struck her exposed inner thigh. Her body stiffened rigid as if she had just stuck her finger into an electrical outlet, letting out muffled yell from behind the chain in her mouth. A second lash fell right next to the first, a thin strip of leather the width of a dog leash biting into the tender flesh like a vipers fang. She couldn’t hold her composure a moment longer as the tears started to fall, all of the pain, while just beginning, was too much to handle. She wanted so dearly to drop that chain and tell him to stop this… but she couldn’t bring herself to…not when she had come so far.
Waiting for another strike of that horrible lash instead she felt a hand reaching between her parted legs, stroking her sex unabashedly. With a shudder a wave of pleasure washed over the pain, almost unbelievably so. She couldn’t believe how his fingers felt sliding between her lips. She couldn’t believe she was as wet as she was, it seemed insane that she was aroused in any way with how she was suffering, but each little touch pushed her right towards that edge that she was perched on earlier. Just as the pleasure started to climb to those lovely levels, the lash struck again, blindsiding her as it bit into her other thigh, making her whole body lurch, the ropes of the chair holding her fast. The tears began to flow again and she had never been so confused in her life, her body was giving her mixed signals to the point where she didn’t know which way was up. She was aroused from pain. She was crying and suffering but she didn’t stop it from happening. She was bound but for one of the first times in her life, she truly felt free.
Another lash fell, this one dangerously close to her sex, making her head drop as she sobbed, the last barriers of self control fading away in a haze of pain and fire. Each lash that landed after brought a small mewling sound from her as her will buckled, giving in to the pain that was so much larger than she. When his fingers fondled her between lashes, the pleasure swirled around the pain, turning those otherwise black and white feelings into one gigantic mess of gray, making everything more intense if such a thing were possible. Eventually, her thighs were lined with angry red marks, her blindfold was moist from the tears she had cried and her nipples were burning like two red embers in a bonfire. Only then did his hand dive between her legs once and for all. Back and forth skilled fingers touched her, rubbing her petals as they stirred the ample moisture that was pooled within, tempting the little pearl that lay in the middle of it all. Quickly all of the pain melted away to a throbbing, boiling heat, her whole body thrumming like a finely tuned instrument. Higher and higher the pleasure rose, like she was Icarus flying right into the sun.
She found herself right on the edge once again, teetering just like before, however this time instead of his hand pulling away, she heard his voice purr into her ear. “Now here is your test…” his voice deep and soft, like the devil come to tempt her last bit of purity away and claim her soul. “I want you to come…I want you to come right now…” his voice commanded, “Come for me…” his finger swirling over her clitoris like a hawk going in for the kill. She couldn’t help herself, her mind and body laid bare by the torture and then tempted by those erotic words, all of the pleasure and sensation that had been building inside of her exploded like a bomb. She started shuddering, whimpering as her hips bucked against the velvet seat of the chair while his fingers guided her right through one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever felt. Without any warning the pressure on her one nipple was gone…the other following suit with startling quickness. Right in the middle of her orgasm her nipple clamps were removed, the lightning strike of pain causing her to scream, the chain dropping from her lips. Her whole body lurched from the terrible pain, like she had just been struck, pulling so harshly that it made the chair actually jump half an inch to one side. She was so spent by the time the sensations abated that she couldn’t even think, let lone speak, her mind empty and supple. Her entire body felt like one gigantic exposed nerve…that had been drenched in gasoline and lit on fire. Vaguely, through the haze she felt her limbs being moved and manipulated, the ropes being removed. Then she felt hands touching the sides of her face, tenderly caressing her wet cheeks before pulling off her blindfold…
Reaching up to rub her eyes, she saw the blurry form of a tall, dark haired man walk through a door in front of her, the heavy sound of boots growing softer and softer as the door closed behind him. There she sat in the chair, alone, naked and vulnerable. He had left her with pain, pleasure, and a decision to make.
The end of part one
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Betty stared at the screen, partly stunned by what she had just read. Stunned because of how intense and horrendous it was, but also because yet again how she felt reading it. There was no mistaking that she was extremely aroused…so much so that it was distracting. Checking the clock she was stunned again, it was 6pm, and she gets out of work at 5. She actually lost track of time, having been sucked in so completely by the story that she missed clocking out. Looking around as if she was going to be caught, she pressed the ‘print’ button in her mail program, watching the e-mail print out on her LaserJet printer. Taking the papers, she stuffed them into her handbag and headed home for the night. Something about that story had gotten under her skin, and she had to find out what it was.
End of chapter 3
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