Message-ID: <3515eli$9709011155@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dantedibby@aol.com (Dantedibby) Subject: Twighlight Zone 4 by Seurat: Art Critic 5/8 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970901112201.HAA23077@ladder02.news.aol.com> If you haven't read the warning on section 1a, do so now! Wednesday, June 12th The package for the night was a box that looked like it would come from you average clothing department store. I had spent over an hour searching for it, with my wife asking me the entire time what I was looking for, and had finally found it under the master bed. Whoever was delivering the package had guts; they were sneaking in during the day and planting the packages, all the while risking being caught if either my wife or I came home unexpectedly. When my wife was finished getting dressed, she kissed me goodbye and headed out. I pulled out the box and opened it. Inside was a pair of black dress shoes, a pair of grey dress pants, grey socks, a charcoal grey shirt, and a red sweater. Also inside was a red leather pouch containing a thick condom like item, a tube of the goop, and an address. I got my controller from the cedar chest and put it on the night table. I stripped naked and started by massaging the goop onto my dick until it was good and hard, then applied the condom. Reaching over to the nightstand, I tapped in my code and waited. BEEP. The condom constricted a little, the changed before my very eyes, and after a few seconds I couldn't tell that anything was different. I got dressed and headed out. The first thing that I noticed when I came to was the heat. Wherever I was, it must have been at least 100 degrees F. My head ached from whatever was in the food. Vague recollections of an apartment and an attractive brunette floated in and out of my fogged brain. I opened my eyes to a room of red just as realized I was fastened vertically to some type of rack, my arms pulled out from my body at shoulder level, my legs separated by at least three feet. Straps at my wrists, elbows, ankles, knees, neck and across my forehead kept me firmly restrained. Moving my eyes around, I took in the furnishings of my newest 'situation'. I seemed to be in some type of medeval dungeon. About ten feet across from me was a fireplace, a huge construction of blackened fieldstone with a maw at least five feet five high, a fire inside burning high. To the left of that was some type of cage, probably for keeping unfortunates. To the right of the fireplace was a rack from which a number of whips hung. Oh great, I thought, I'm gonna get my ass whipped. I felt the hand the same moment I heard her voice. "Well, my little lover," the voiced purred into my ear from behind as the hand slid down my chest towards my growing cock," It seems you are finally...up." With that she gripped onto my cock hard, and I felt another hand come around and start to massage my chest. My head strained to see my tormentor, but the neck strap held me firm. "A we bit anxious, aren't we?"the voice said, and the hands began to stroke my hardening member. "Maybe we should show the little slave what he has sold his soul for tonight, eh?" With that, the hand left my now fully erect cock and I heard the slow click-clack of heels on stone as she walked from behind me. I can only describe as what would be a female devil, only one warped by Tara's prosthetics. Physically she was very attractive, but who could tell what was real? Curly brown hair cascaded across her shoulders, but did not detract from the full pouting lips or pointed horns protruding from her forehead. From neck to toes she was covered in what seemed to be shiny red latex, with boots that had at least a four inch heel. Around her midriff, from the hips o where it supported her breasts was a shiny red latex corset. The suit evidently had a few very strange details, as I thought that I could see it's contour tight around her sex - no, it would be more appropriate to say that it went into her sex. I could see the outlines of her vaginal lips as she stood in front of me. But it was her tail was that really caught my attention. At least five inches thick at the base where it was attached at the top of her asscrack, the tail was at least four feet long and ended in a wide spade tip. What was so strange was that it didn't bob or sway in motion as she walked, but seemed to move of it's own accord, almost like a snake. She smiled at me, showing off a set of perfect teeth, when she saw my reaction to her outfit. My cock had a mind of it's own, and was now so hard it started to hurt. She walked over to the rack on the wall and started looking through the whips that were hung there. Finally she picked one, a many-strapped flogger made of latex. "Ready for a night in the burning depths of my hell? No? Maybe next time you'll be a little more careful with your agreements." In my mind I remembered telling Tara I would go to Hell and back for her. It was a little more literal than I could have conceived. The first blow caught me off guard, right across the chest. I gasped loudly, not so much from the pain but from surprise. In fact, it actually didn't hurt much at all. The second blow came across my right thigh, and then my left. I thought that this would be one of the easier trials I would have to endure when I noticed my chest was starting to burn. She walked around me and gave my back a good whack. By now my chest was on fire and my thighs started to ache. My eyes started to tear up, and I was on the verge of crying just from my burning skin. Whatever coated the flogger was akin to liquid heat, and every stroke she made, however light, was starting to hurt more then any whipping I could have imagined. She proceeded around me, my eyes tearing freely. "Well? What happened here? It seems mister erotica can't take a little beating now and then. And that big thick cock of yours has gotten so small. I think we should make a deal of our own. You let me fuck you until I cum, and we call it quits, or I can continue to beat you for..." she looked over my shoulder, presumably at a clock on the wall behind me,"the next hour and a half. Well?" "No... more... beating," was all I could blurt out, the pain on my chest, thighs and back having gotten to the point where I thought my skin must have been peeling off. Tears flowed so heavily from my eyes I could hardly see as she made some adjustments to the rack. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear that. Did you say 'fuck me like the slut I am, mistress', or,'beat me and whip me the way they do it in the stories because it always seemed like the charaters were having fun'?'" I knew the ritual, but the pain still made it hard to talk. "Fu...fuck me like...like the slut I am. Mistress." "Excuse me. I didn't quite hear that. Maybe you didn't mean it." She walked back to the rack and exchanged the flogger for a red leather riding crop. "FUCK ME LIKE THE SLUT I AM, MISTRESS!" My body shook as I yelled out. I was sobbing. The crop hit the inside of one thigh, then the other, making my body strain against the bonds in response. She grabbed hold of my (again) limp prick and began to slowly massage it back into to hardness. She quickly went into a squat position in front of me and directed the conversation towards my cock. "Gee Mr. Fuckstick, your owner doesn't know how to phrase a request, and he didn't use the magic word." With that she slid a ring down the shaft of my cock to the base. Before I could say anything she started tapping the crop on my now engorged member. "Maybe we should beat it out of him." "MISTRESS PLEASE! FUCK ME! USE MY BODY! I AM NOTHING MORE THAN YOUR SLUT, TO BE USED BY YOU! Just don't beat me anymore." The sweat on my body had carried the heat lotion to areas where I hadn't been hit, and caused an intense burning/itching feeling. "That was better, don't you think? Well, ask and you shall receive." With that she pushed at my forehead with her index finger, and suddenly I felt myself falling. The rack must have been counterweighted, and stopped at a horizontal position with a jolt. She walked around to my head, undid the neck restraint, and pushed a small pillow under my head. She walked away for a minute, and then returned to where my head was and fiddled with something beneath my neck. My head bobbed back so I was looking directly into her crotch, but only for a moment. Just as I noticed the fact that the latex between at her pussy was wet, she picked up my head so that I was looking down my chest and locked it in position. She then returned between my legs. In her hand was a small tube of some sort. "Just a little grease to help things along." She squeezed what I thought was more than enough of the stuff into her hand, rubbed her hands together, and started to massage my cock up and down. Then her administrations went further south. With her right hand she held onto my cock, and with her left she began rubbing my balls. I began to forget about the burning feeling. My cock was straining for release, and I realized that what she had put on me was a cock ring. Her right hand began to move up and down my shaft, the latex covered hand feeling odd but good as it touched my glans. Her left hand was now behind my balls, pressing the tender spot there, and I felt a finger start to explore my anus. Before my experience with Tara, I had never thought I might like having my anus massaged, but I was quickly loosing that inhibition. "You mustn't be so tense. Relax and enjoy." I tried to relax, and felt her finger slide into me. If it hadn't been for the cock ring, I would've cum right there. After a few minutes, another finger slid in, and my anus started to relax. Then a third finger joined the others and, after a moment of pain as my anus stretched, I began to enjoy it. Sort of.. "Are we ready for the fucking then? Good." She stood up and spread her legs. I saw the tail slowly lift and curl up between her legs, and she grabbed it with her left hand. She closed her legs with about eight inches of the tail now standing straight out from her body like a mockery of a male organ, and began to stroke it with her still greasy hands. On the first stroke the spade tip came of, revealing a phallus which looked remarkably like my own. My whole body tensed as she began to push it's head against my asshole. "Come now. You said I could fuck you. In fact, you begged for it." Again the phallus pushed, this time with more force. She grabbed my cock again with her right hand and started pumping it up and down as she pressed again with the phallus-tail. The pressure in my balls and cock was too great, and I relaxed my ass muscles. The phallus slid in, and she began to fuck me. The feeling was strange, to say the least. It felt like I had to shit real bad; but the size and composition of the phallus were not completely uncomfortable. It was made of some soft material that let my ass form around it instead of the hard stiffness of what I imagined a plastic dildo would feel like. She took long, smooth stokes, a little deeper each time, being sure not to damage me internally. My sobbing grew greater, but I didn't know why. "So, do you like the fuck I promised you? Had something else in mind? Maybe you thought you would be sticking your cock inside me? You know, that doesn't sound like such a bad idea. Think you can handle it?" She pushed in once more, deeper then any other time, and then stepped up onto the base of the rack with her left foot, causing the phallus to twitch to one side, and at the same time reached down at my side. "Remember this?" She lifted up the remote control I had come to respect, and her other hand grabbed the ring around my dick. " I don't think you need this anymore, " and with that wiggled the ring off. She pressed a button on the remote, and suddenly my cock stood straight out from my body, held by some invisible force. She lifted her body up onto her left foot and swung her right foot over my leg, putting it on a rest at the back of the rack's base. The left foot followed, onto the other side, and she was now straddling me. The tail-cock was still imbedded in my ass as she grabbed my cock and lowered herself down on it. It slid in easily; there was evidently plenty of lubrication inside. She pressed another button and I felt the invisible force around my cock disappear, and my cock ached all the more for orgasmic release. "What do you say you tell me how much you like being fucked, slave?" "Please stop. I can't take it anymore." "Wrong request." She started sliding up my shaft, and I realized that the lubrication inside wasn't natural. The latex devil suit must have had a sheath inside her, and she had coated it with a weaker version of the heat liquid. Weaker, I think, because if it had been full strength, it would have burned my dick off. Even so, as it came in contact with the air, my cock started to burn incredibly. She stopped halfway up. "It won't burn as much inside, slave. Let's try that request again. Do you want to be fucked?" "MISTRESS, I LOVE WHEN YOU FUCK ME. PLEASE FUCK YOUR SLAVE!" "Much better." She slid back down, and the burning faded. But instead of humping me, she just sat there, and it took a moment before I realized why. The phallus in my ass started to pull out, and my internal muscles pushed to help it exit. Instead of being forced out, though, it stopped, and started back in. I gasped out loud, and saw the she-devil on top of me laughing. "Fuck you I will, and it will be twice the fuck anybody else will give you." The phallus started out again, and I felt it shoot something into my ass. It seemed to have a life of it's own, and started back in, more quickly, then out. My ass began to become numb, evidently from the ejaculate. Allthis time she sat on top of me, laughing, while her tail-cock fucked me. In, out. In, out. In, out. I felt her start to gyrate, grinding her red latex clit onto my pelvis. Before I knew it, she lifted herself almost off my cock, then back down again. My entire pelvic area was now going numb, and there was no longer any pleasureable feelings in her fucking. In fact, there was very little feeling left at all. As if by some signal, she started to pump up and down, and the phallus in my ass matched her rhythm, driving in when she was at the tip and pulling out when she sat down. My entire body reached climax quickly, and I exploded into her. She continued to fuck me, and the phallus in my ass stimulated my prostate to another climax in the few minutes it took her orgasm. She climbed off me the way she had climbed on and pulled the dildo from my ass. My still erect cock reached for the ceiling, but it had changed. At the root it was still flesh colored, but it quickly faded to a deep red, matching the red or her suit. The head was extended, evidently holding the cum from my orgasms in the strange condom I now remembered putting on. "Not bad for the first time. I hope next time you'll think about what you ask for. You may get it." She picked up a towel from beneath me and began to wipe me off. The world began spinning around me. "Was I too much for you, slut? Did my little ass-fuck take a lot out of you? Or should I say put a lot into you?" She started laughing again. I realized that whatever her tail had shot into me had not only relaxed and numbed my ass, but was now knocking me out. Things started turning black... I woke up on my bed in my house, still reeling from the effects of the drug, and stumbled into the bathroom to relieve my full bladder and intestines. On the way back into the bedroom I noticed a small box wrapped in red latex on top of the television. I grabbed it and ripped it open. Inside was a red latex dildo eight inches long and a video tape in a red case, with black gothic lettering on the tape case which read, 'Sex slut in HELL'. I unlocked the hidden drawer in the cedar chest at the foot of the bed and put the items in with the others, and relocked the drawer. 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