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* * * *
Any Other Way
by L.Corvidae
Part Two:
Aislinn, with Jake's unrelentingly engorged penis still inside her,
lowered her hot sweaty body on top of his, and lapped idly at the rivulets
of sweat that soaked his skin.
In a little while, she told herself, feeling selfish and mean and
unspeakably satisfied; in a little while she'd take off the cock rings.
But Aislinn Roylance had already decided that the rest of the bonds
would stay on, at least until the sun came up, and her thoughts raced to
the unexpectedly vast possibilities that lay beyond.
She had just begun to succumb to an overwhelming drowsiness when she
heard Jake's plaintive, shaky voice say her name.
"Please," he begged, shivering, "Take them off!"
"Oh!" she squeaked, suddenly remembering, and twisted herself into a
sloppy push-up.
"Just a 'mo," she chirped perkily, planting a sweet little kiss on his
dry lips.
She wormed her way off the bed and began to pad across the room on her
bare feet. She scooted through the house naked and went into the kitchen,
filling an oversized plastic cup with ice. She toddled back to Jake and
paused at the foot of the bed. His member was still painfully swollen and
had an unsettling purplish cast to it. He was making soft, pained
whimpering sounds.
"Ho-kay," she sighed, seating herself between his splayed legs. "This
is gonna be a leeetle bit uncomfortable."
She took a cube of ice into her left hand and touched it to the
engorged flesh between the two rings. Jake screamed in raw agony, shaking
her to the core. For a moment she enjoyed his pain all over again, feeling
a tiny bit of that warmth creep through her; but she began to realize that
his erection wasn't abating at all.
"Uh...." she muttered nervously, grabbing some more ice in her other
hand. Her left palm was beginning to burn from the cold. He was making
piteous, keening noises as she fervently pressed the melting mass against
her tortured skin. It wasn't working.
"Crap!" she cried out, beginning to panic. Jake called out for her
again, terrified and tormented.
She rubbed his balls against a big chunk of cubes fused together. It
wasn't working at all.
"Crap! Crap! CRAP!" she screamed. Jake cried out in fear.
Aislinn moved swiftly to untie his feet and then fumbled the key to the
cuffs in her cold-numbed hands. She freed him, the sweat on her body
beginning to run again as she felt a mounting horror swell within her in a
monstrous parody of the now-forgotten blossoming of her lust.
She pulled him into a sitting position as he rubbed his wrists,
groaning. She didn't even think to remove the blindfold; half guiding half
dragging him through the room and into the bathroom.
She dumped him in the tub, stopped it up frantically, and then left him
as it filled with cold water while she dashed back to the kitchen for more
ice and some butter.
The water was up to his waist when she got back. She turned it off and
glanced hopefully at Jake's cock. It was still hard.
"CRAP!" she shrieked, dumping the ice into the tub, eliciting another
exhausted moan from Jake.
Aislinn scooped out a handful of butter, knelt down next to him, and
began to determinedly went to work, greasing up his penis. The water
turned cloudy, obstructing her view and her arms went numb up to the
elbows. Tears began to stream down her face, merge with her sweat, and
drip into the tub.
"C'mon, sweetheart!" she begged, trying to keep the hysteria from her
voice as she struggled to wrench the ring nearest the head loose. "Think
unsexy thoughts for me!"
"Tell me about work!" she pleaded. "Still have to fly to California?"
"Bastards!" he croaked bitterly. Aislinn broke into a crazed giggle. It
was good to know that in spite of everything, Jake's hatred of his job
remained a constant.
Suddenly, gloriously, the ring pulled free. Jake's throat was raw and
dry, but he still managed to bellow in intense agony. The sudden jerk
caused Aislinn's bare knees to slip on the linoleum floor and she nearly
broke her teeth again on the cast-iron side of the tub.
Jake was making noises out of some nightmare as blood returned in force
to the compressed tissue.
Aislinn was shaking, sobbing. She crawled back into position and took
another scoop of butter, ducking her hands back into the murky water,
fumbling for the base of his penis and the second ring.
She swore that no matter what happened, she was castrating Gary. It had
been his fucking idea and his fucking rings. He'd suggested she tie Jake
up, and when she tried to explain that her fear went deeper than that,
he'd had the "bright" idea to use the cock-rings to "Chain up" Jake's
manhood. And what killed her, what incensed her into a white hot ball of
fury, was that she had ASKED about getting them off again, that she had
voiced a serious concern of just that thing. And Gary had just laughed and
suggested she use "a little ice."
"Butthead!" she swore hatefully.
The second ring gave a little. She shut her eyes and thanked God, whom
she hadn't felt she was fit to pray to, but had prayed for Jake's sake
anyway.
Jake was screaming her name, over and over again. He suddenly reached
out and grabbed a handful of her hair, jerking it violently. She grunted
in pain but kept working the ring. It slid, millimeter by millimeter.
"COME ON!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "COME ON!"
And then she was sitting on her butt, wedged between the toilet and
bathtub, the ring in her hand, Jake wallowing from side to side in the
frigid water, weeping uncontrollably.
"thank you," she whispered as the exhaustion slammed into every cell in
her body.
"thankyouthankyouthnakyouthankyou...." she said, and then the darkness
claimed her.
* * * *
Aislinn woke in her nightgown, tucked comfortably into bed. She sat up
and looked around, but there was no sign of Jake. A cursory search of the
house revealed no note, but the butter was back in the fridge and the
rings were laid out next to each other on her vanity. Jake's clothes were
still in the closet, but his car was gone.
She showered and dressed in cut-off jeans and a hockey jersey with the
insignia of the Klingon Empire on it. It was Jake's, but she'd loved it
from the start, loved loosing herself in its large, soft folds. Her hands
shook as she fixed coffee, feeling guilty and heartsick.
She picked up the phone and called Jake's work. She asked for him, and
almost broke out crying when she heard his voice.
"Hi, sweetheart," he said wearily.
"Hi," she said, dragging out the "i" sound. "Are you... are you okay?"
He sighed heavily on the other end. "Been a shitty day, sweetheart. I
can't feel my thumbs."
"WHAT?" she cried out.
He sighed again. "I don't know. It's scaring the hell out of me, can't
seem to get the blood back to 'em." He sighed again. "Fucked up one
prototype, sent the blade right through its head."
"Oh no!" she moaned. There was a pause as she steadied herself to ask
the question that had haunted her upon waking. "How....?"
"I don't want to talk about that on the phone. I... it hurts Aislinn. I
might be coming home early."
"I'm sorry!" she wept into the phone. "I'm so sorry!"
A heavy, weary sigh.
"We'll talk about it when I get home," he finally said. "But-"
"Yes?" she asked, teary-eyed and trembling.
"I want you to know: I love you."
She heard the line go dead and sank to the floor, the handset still in
her grip. She curled into a ball and began to cry softly; though whether
they were tears of sorrow or relief, even she couldn't say.
Finally, she screwed up enough strength to pull herself off the floor.
She stormed into the bathroom to get the rings, and then charged back into
the kitchen to grab her keys off the hook by the kitchen door. Aislinn
climbed into her Trooper, and drove off, headed towards town.
* * * *
Gary was just reclining the musty old high-backed leather chair in his
musty old law office when he heard Grace squawk over the rattletrap
intercom, "Sir, a Miss..."
Grace didn't get to finish as Aislinn erupted through the door to the
reception area and stomped across the slightly molded Persian carpet he'd
picked up at a garage sale; and with a fiery cry of vengeance, flung the
two rings at him even as he rose to greet her.
"Ais... OW!" he cried as one ricocheted off his forehead.
"A little ice my ass! Those fucking things almost cut his cock off!"
He could see Grace's beehive hairdo and horn-rims peeking out from
around the doorway.
"You go on to lunch now, Gracie!" he called, forcing a smile.
He watched her disappear, regarded Aislinn's fuming countenance, and
curiously picked one of the rings off the floor where it had landed.
"Damn," he said to himself, really. "You don't say."
"You said you used those things!" she snarled.
"I did!" he protested. "I never had any problems! Damn, I didn't think
Jake was... he was..." Gary ran his finger around the inside of the
circle. "Damn," he whispered again, sounding awed and a little envious.
"It's my fault," he whispered softly. He looked up from the ring and
met her baleful gaze. "Tell him it's all my fault."
She wanted to reply; to cut him down and decimate him under the force
of her anger, but the words choked in the back of her throat. She just
shook her head sadly and walked away, leaving Gary to worry and wonder
what he had done to his best friend in the world.
* * * *
Jake had gotten home before she did. She found him on the couch in his
undershirt and jockeys, with an icebag planted firmly between his legs.
The sight of him like that dropped her to her knees. She took his hand
in hers and planted her forehead on his knee.
"Oh Jake, I'm so sorry!"
He let out a deep breath, and then a tired little chuckle.
"NOT how I pictured our first time being," he said, lifting her face up
with his other hand so she could see the wry grin on his face.
She gave a nervous giggle in reply, then asked, "Does it hurt bad?"
He shot her an "Are you kidding?" look and she turned away, flinching.
"It's my hands that really bother me Aislinn, I can't sculpt with out
my hands."
She tried to massage the heel of his hand in some foolish hope that all
it needed was a little TLC, but she could see it in his eyes that he
couldn't feel it.
"Okay," she said, standing unsteadily, "I'm going to get your sweat
pants and we're going to see the doctor!"
* * * *
"Can you feel that?" Dr. Watterson asked, poking at Jake's thumb with a
small hook.
"Ow!"
"Well, you can still feel pain," she said, sounding cheerfully
professional about it, "That's always a good sign."
"Great," Jake moaned. Aislinn squeezed his other hand.
Of course, Jake thought, of COURSE Dr. Kindler had to pick today of all
days to play golf. Dr. Watterson was young, tall, blonde and gorgeous; and
having to expose his withered, black and blue penis to her ranked right up
there with walking in on his first serious girlfriend and another guy as
the most humiliating moment of his life.
To top it off, he'd had to explain the whole damn thing himself.
Aislinn had insisted on staying by his side the whole time, but when the
time came for explanations, she found herself rendered mute with the
shame.
Still, after gingerly examining the wounded member - an experience Jake
did not find as enjoyable as he would have otherwise had hoped - some life
began to still in it after all, eliciting a groan out of Jake and a guilty
little whimper out of Aislinn.
"Well, looks like you lucked out," Dr. Watterson explained. "A little
narrower in diameter and the damage might have been permanent. As it is,
you clearly seem capable of still having an erection." She smiled,
bemused, at the couple who both looked away red-faced.
"As for your hands, I'd say there was no serious nerve damage. Take it
easy for a week and if it's still a problem, we'd better get you to a
hospital for tests, but you can wiggle them pretty good, and you can feel
pain, so I think we'll be okay."
She paused, waiting until they both returned her gaze.
"May I make a suggestion?"
They both looked at her expectantly.
"If you kids are going to engage in this type of activity, at least
read a book or two on the subject, will you? Find out how to do it
safely?"
Jake began to chuckle in spite of himself, but Aislinn sighed deeply,
and laid her head to rest against his shoulder.
They next day, while he took off from work and sat around the house
watching reruns of old cop shows on A&E, Aislinn drove all the way down to
the city. There, she bought a book.
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