From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Impaled
Date: 4 Mar 1996 00:23:09 GMT

			       Impaled

	She, like most women, had fantasies; but, unlike most women,
she was not shy about revealing hers, at least to her husband. And she
had one recurring fantasy that had been with her since childhood. It
had come to her while reading a tired, old volume from the library,
one not many people charged out, and so she was able to check it out
frequently.

	When their tentative forays into d & s had revealed that each
of them relished their respective roles, the pace of her submission to
him, and his domination of her, accelerated. What started out with the
lightest tie, using her silk scarf and his necktie one night, soon
became more secure rope ties; and, in due time, the rope ties were
supplemented by handcuffs and thumbcuffs, and leg irons.

	At the same time, with unspoken eagerness, spanking became
part of their games. Progress there was not as fast, for neither of
them had any experience and both feared moving on to paddles, whips
and the like would be hugely painful, even dangerous to the skin on
her back and ass. But, then, as they began to nibble at the more off-
putting devices, and as they realized the appearances that struck fear
could strike with sensuous caresses, they allowed themselves to be
drawn into the whole realm of corporal... AND THEY FOUND EACH OF THEM
LIKED IT!!!

	On their wedding anniversary, they had gone away for a
romantic interlude; and they were dining in the dining room. Both
were dressed in party clothes (she in a clinging, leather mini dress
which all but bared her breasts, her 6 inch heels - he helped her walk
- ; and he in leather slacks, and black silk shirt and on his feet
wellington boots), but the marks of the ropes were still very plainly
evident on her wrists - and her ankles too if one stooped to look -
and the marks of his whips were equally evident on her back, thighs
and ass (and, if you knew what you were seeing, you could see some of
those marks on the backs of her shoulders and just below the hem of
her dress).

	In a nostalgic mood, they visited about how they had come to
this point, and from the intimacy of two people so closely attuned,
they excited each other with their memories. He marveled at how she
had grown and developed in her submissive state (he also made a rueful
comment about the number of times she had given him black and blue
marks as he struggled to subdue her when she had resisted... she shot
back her famous line: I am submissive, but I am not a submissive
submissive); and she had giggled, remembering the fear she had for the
first few times he had used anything other than his hand, and she
added that the leather belt he had used as the next step had actually
turned out to be less difficult to accommodate than his hand had
become.

	They talked about her various bondages, like Siskel and Ebert
might dissect a movie. She revealed that one day, after they had
watched a bondage video in which one of the women wore a crotch rope,
that she had tried a similar device on herself... and had a cum within
ten steps. They laughed together over that, and many other things...
though their laughter was always with an anticipation of other things
to come.

	He had told her that his greatest ambition now was for her to
be able to have her elbows together behind her back for longer periods
than she could handle now, which was five minutes at most (she
shivered when he said he said he wanted a half hour at least... but
she knew she would eventually); and a very tight hog-tie - which she
found to be most difficult since she had not yet managed to avoid
fighting the urge to straighten her legs.

	And they talked about how they had come to include leather:
her several pairs of boots and her long gloves, which could easily be
worn in public; and her two full-head covering hoods, and the posture
collars, which could not be worn in public except that they had been,
discreetly.

	Eventually, they settled into the sort of communication that
kindred spirits can reach... soundless but full; and they sat pouring
themselves into each other's eyes and souls.

	He broke the silence by asking if there was anything she
wanted to try that they hadn't yet; and, so, she revealed to him her
own very private fantasy from the old book she had checked out of the
library so often. She wanted to be forcibly impaled!

	His eyebrows shot up, for this would be serious stuff indeed
(oh, he knew it could be done with a dildo on a board; but, somehow,
from the way she had hissed it out of her mouth, she had something far
more serious in mind). She hurried on in her explanation about how a
woman, in her book, had been stripped, her hands tied behind her back,
and she had been lifted onto a young sapling that had been cut with
the stalk sharpened, and had then been dropped onto the pointed edge.

	Her husband protested that would have eventually killed the
woman, and his wife agreed, but she, of course, didn't want to go that
far. No, the idea of being helpless, with a stake invading her pussy,
with her standing, that was what she wanted. He questioned her
further, and discovered she wanted a combination of an intrusion like
fisting, but deep and she would be helpless. He nodded, and the
conversation then drifted to other things.

	A few months later, when a three day weekend rolled around,
and they had planned on extensive fun and games, their own special
games, he told her he had a surprise for her. That was their secret
code for saying she would endure and embrace something different for
the first time.

	He escorted her to their basement, where he had been working
off and on for several weeks. She was nude except for boots and corset
(which was not laced as tightly as she had ever worn it).

	In the middle of the floor was a pyramidal shaped wooden item
in the middle of a six foot square wooden frame on the floor. Sticking
up from the base, on two sides of the pyramid, were wooden rods that
were braced to the side but were only about five feet high with
rubber, bicycle hand grips on top and rings imbedded near the top.

	The pyramid's top was about at her navel, and on top of that
was an awesome dildo with a head that seemed to be size of a
grapefruit and a shaft at least a foot high. The pyramid was shaped so
that it would force her legs apart, opening her cunt as if she were
straddling a log. There were pegs built into the base of the pyramid
that he position very carefully after measuring the inside of her legs
(he had asked about half way and she smiled so he said he would
position them so maybe even a little more than half the dildo would
penetrate her).

	And then he began to heap sand up on either side of the
pyramid base. The sand soon covered the pegs and went even further up
the base. It became clear he was giving her something to stand on.

	She was uncertain how this would work, but she knew that she
would find out and that it would work just right. And, she stood there
transfixed as he continued to heap the sand... here was her ultimate
fantasy... to be impaled.

	Finally, the sand had reached a level satisfactory to him. He
held out his hand, beckoning her to her date; and she came forward. He
touched her shaven pussy, and smiled when he realized how ready she
was. And then, he helped her to stand on the sand, with her pussy
centered over the head of the dildo... she had had to suck herself up
to get over it, but it fit nicely. He then placed her hands on the
handle grips on the outside poles, and used cord to tie her wrists
loosely to the rings.

	He stepped back to look at her, and she wondered what next:
this was nice but now what. She was perplexed when he brought two fans
out and plugged them in. It wasn't that warm... oh, under duress, her
body always perspired, but fans were never used before. And then he
turned the fans on, and aimed them, and then she understood: the fans
had begun to blow the sand away from under her feet!

	And THEN, she began to feel the huge dildo begin to invade her
cunt! SHE WAS BEING IMPALED!!!! For an instant, she was terrified as
she recalled this had meant death in her book, but then she remembered
the pegs, and she was thankful he had allowed her to see them before
he covered them with sand.

	Her face was a mixture of lust and concentration as she slowly
slid down the upright dildo. And she figured out the poles quickly for
the sand did not blow away evenly. She managed a crooked smile for her
husband who stood nearby with an expression of concern and
anticipation.

	Her cunt was getting fuller and fuller, and it continued to
stretch. It was amazing the sand was blowing away at just the right
pace as her cunt expanded to accommodate the invasion. And she also
became aware that she was very excited, so very excited and she
wasssssssgoinggggggggggg to CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!! She had all she
could do to grip the handles on the upright rods, and she was thankful
he had bound her wrists to the rods for once her right hand slipped.

	When her cum subsided, she drew deep breaths, and smiled at
her husband, mouthing the words thank you, for she didn't trust
herself to speak yet. And the fans continued to blow away the sand.
She wondered how much further she might sink, how much further that
dildo was going to drive up into her, when she felt under one booted
foot, the peg on the one side... and then the other.

	She decided she could do this as she sank the remaining
distance until her feet were firmly on the pegs. Her husband noticed
that, and he switched off the fans.

	The expression on his face was one of pride and
satisfaction... pride in his wife, and satisfaction with the device.
Hers expression, through half open eyes and with lips slightly parted,
was one of love and anticipation, for she knew one cum was not going
to be the end.

	She lessened her grip on the handles, and allowed her body to
relax, which caused her to absorb just a bit more of the dildo within
her. While she was standing on the pegs, much of her weight was
resting on the slippery dildo impaling her. She thought about that,
remembering the book, and how this was such a fantastic feeling. And
she had another cum!

	Later, after she had recovered some of her composure, her
husband asked of her satisfaction. She smiled, but really meant it
when she said it was fanfuckingtastic. Was it the thing of her
fantasy, he asked, and she said the only things it lacked was the
blood from the pointed stake (which she was quite willing to forego)
and the fact that in the book it had been done in the woods. He
smiled, and added that could be arranged.

	She stayed like that for three quarters of an hour after the
second cum. She savored it. She reveled in it. A few times, she
tightened and contracted her cuntal muscles. A couple of times she
gripped the handles as tightly as she could in an effort to lift
herself so she could let herself settle back down.

	By the time she had understood her predicament, he did
something new! At first, she couldn't be sure, but then she became
positive. The dildo was changing shapes within her. It was actually
fucking her! It swelled and contracted, and it pumped slightly. He had
been watching the confusion come over her face, and he laughed out
loud as it dawned on her the dildo was not just stationary. She
mouthed a curse word or two at him, and gave herself over the whole
thing.

	When he finally got her off the device three hours later, she
nearly collapsed, but her face was that of a woman in bliss.