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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
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o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o
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Workout (MF, S&M)
by Gamma (gamma@ray.com)
***
The door to the room swung open. My host stepped aside and I walked
into the darkness. It was pitch black. Hot. I heard a strange
whirring sound and moaning. Then I heard the heavy metal door swing
closed behind me and lock. Only then did he switch on the light. A
single bright spotlight knifed through the darkness and fell upon
the roomÕs sole occupant Ñ a beautiful naked girl, blindfolded and
gagged, and glistening with a sheen of sweat as she endured a bizarre
form of bondage and discipline. My cock twitched and hardened the
instant I saw her.
Her name is Lisa, said my host. Lisa has been a bad girl, and, as
you can see, Lisa is being punished.
Indeed she was. Lisa was a petite blonde with a wild mane of thick
hair. She was just a little over five feet with a spectacular figure.
She was trim and muscular with a flat belly and nice sized breasts.
It was a good thing she was in good shape, because her ordeal was a
strenuous one.
Lisa was perched on a modified exercise bike. Instead of a seat, she
rode a dildo. Thick, knobbed, it was lodged well into her cunt. Her
slim ankles were lashed to the pedals. Her arms were drawn upwards
towards the ceiling and strapped together at the wrists. A thick
spring connected them to a ring overhead. Her breasts were adorned
with nipple clamps that were connected by taught wires to the
handlebars of the bike. She was gagged and blindfolded, the straps
beneath her hair so that her head was encircled by her mane which
flailed wildly from her exertions.
Lisa's breath was ragged as she pedalled furiously. I could see that
as she did so, the dildo surged in and out of her cunt and she bobbed
up and down from the tension of the spring which pulled her upwards
towards the ceiling. The handle bars did not move, so when she rose
upwards, the lines to her nipples tightened the clamps and elongated
her tortured buds. It seemed a nasty punishment, one that was sure to
be a wicked blend of pain and pleasure. Pain from the stretch and pull
on her nipples; pleasure from the vigorous thrusting of the dildo.
Little did I imagine how much more there was to her torment.
My host and I stepped closer to he beauty, who must have been aware
of our entrance from the sound of the heavy door, but was far too
preoccupied with her erotic torment to much care. As we drew near,
I could smell the aroma of her sweat and perfume, as well as the
pungent odor of her female juices. Her breath whistled through her
nose as she pedalled, and occasionally she stiffened and wailed into
her gag. Whether from orgasm or some other sensation I did not know.
My host smiled a wicked lustful smile. ÒIf this were all Lisa had to
cope with,Ó he said, gesturing towards the beauty riding the dildo
bike and bobbing between the ceiling and the infernal machine upon
which she perched, Òit would be a most entertaining evening for her.
But there are several refinements that make her ordeal a bit more,
shall we say, challenging? As we circled her and gazed upon her from
behind, I saw a wire snaking from the cleft of her smooth tight ass.
You see, there is a metal dildo deep in LisaÕs tight little ass. It's
electrified. Not a strong current. Just a few volts but enough to be
a painful bite deep inside. Enough that she has no desire to feel it.
She can cut the current off if she pedals fast enough to power up that
tiny motor there that turns the spring switch for the shocker. If she
stops pedaling or slows down, the spring turns the switch on and poor
Lisa has a shocking experience.
Just as he said that, Lisa stiffened from what must have been an
orgasm. Her legs straightened and she arched towards the ceiling.
Though it was still lodged deep inside her, her upward thrust pulled
her off the dildo far enough that I could see it was very thick and
covered with hard rubber nubs. Her nipples pulled hard against the
clamps and the inflexible line that ran to the handlebars, distorted
her round, firm breasts into cones. Her head dropped back between
her arms, her panting breath stopped, and she moaned a deep, guttural
cry of female satisfaction as her loins exploded with pleasure. Her
ass twitched and bucked and writhed, whether in an attempt to get
more pleasure from the dildo, or reacting to the pain of the current
that was now surging into her ass or both I could not know.
A glorious orgasm, Lisa, my host cooed to the girl, who began to
pedal again as her orgasm subsided, her head still back, her blonde
main swishing across her naked, sweaty back. My cock was incredibly
hard, and I wanted desperately to bury it in her and fuck her hard
and deep. Noticing how I massaged my crotch, my host said: Erotic
beyond belief, isnÕt she? It's hard for me to resist taking her down
and fucking her whenever she rides the bike, but she must be complete
her punishment time. And youÕll have your chance with her later. It
was a further torment for Lisa, I suppose, knowing that a hard fucking
awaited her after her session on the bike.
She began to pedal more vigorously until she was churning very fast.
Suddenly she began to grunt and moan. She slowed a bit then surged
forward and wiggled her ass, then pedalled a little faster, then
grunted again and slowed. She seemed almost out of control. If she
pedals too fast,Ó my host explained, Òshe works the headlight generator,
which I've adapted to send the current down the line to her nipple
clamps. I've set it all so that there is a very fine line between
pedaling fast enough to cut he current to the ass dildo and so fast
that she shocks her nipples. ThereÕs very little leeway. She has to
find just the right speed to avoid both, and with the dildo throbbing
away in her cunt, and all the other sensations attacking her body,
it's almost impossible.
I watched as Lisa rode the tormenting bike, punishing herself if she
didn't hit and maintain the exact right speed. Sweat glistened on her
tanned skin and dripped down her flanks. She bobbed up and down and
shook her head and her breasts were stretched and then released and
then stretched again. Her ass wiggled and her pussy was slick with her
juices, which also trickled down the dildo. My host walked over to a
small table full of leather gear and other bondage toys. He returned
with a leather cat-o-nine tails.
Her back is unobstructed,Ó he said with an evil smile. Would you care
to add another stimulus to her workout?Ó He handed me the whip even as
poor Lisa groaned and shook her head and stiffened again and stretched
her breasts and shocked her ass. I was intoxicated by her by her beauty
and her suffering and her obvious pleasure. If it was possible to
enhance the erotic vision before me that squirmed and panted and
climaxed, that aroused me to the point where my cock twitched and I
was on the verge of orgasm myself, I was eager to try.
I stood behind the naked, climaxing beauty, and when she was rigid
from her orgasm, stretched taught and lost in her world of pained
pleasure, I drew my arm back and then sent the nine leather thongs
hissing forward to kiss the very flesh I would very soon be fucking.