Message-ID: <739eli$9705091312@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: MarArch@ix.netcom.com Subject: Conquoring Texas, 2 - D/s, B/D, cons M/F/f Conquoring Texas, part II She slumped, exhausted, as the last waves of the final orgasm rippled through her. Her breathing was deep and ragged and she was throbbing from temples to toes in time with the heavy thudding of her heart. Even as her mind drifted, she could feel the impaling toys being slowly, gently, slipped from her and his strong hands gently taking her by the shoulders, easing her over off the redheads' lap, until she lay, spent, along the couch. The redhead rose and together they arranged Susan's form on her side, so that the still bound hands against her spine would not dig in and cause her discomfort. She wanted to whisper her thanks, but the knot of the scarf that filled her mouth would have made that impossible, so she simply moaned her appreciation for their tender care. She felt the blanket gently spread over her and a moment later the warmth of his breath against her cheek as he leaned down to softly brush his lips there. "You are wonderful" he whispered. "Rest now." And she floated off to sleep. She had no idea how long she was unconscience, but when wakefulness welled up in her, it came with full force. She opened her eyes and was surprised at how fresh and alert she felt. She was still covered with the blanket and her hands were still snugly bound behind her, but as she slumbered the gag had been removed. She felt wonderful. She allowed herself a long, slow, luxurious stretch, pointing her toes, causing the blanket to slip down, revealing her breasts, followed by a soft sigh of contentment. But then she immediately began to grow a bit antsy, wondering whether or not she should try to shift herself up or remain in the position she currently occupied... whether she was allowed to move. Glancing around, she saw and sensed that she was alone in the room. She debated calling out, to see if she could make it known that she was awake at last, but thought better of it. Instead she decides to risk rising. Working her legs bicycle fashion the bundled the blanket up and kicked her feet free of it, then shifted and pulled herself up to a sitting position, pausing to flex her shoulders and hands. She was glad to discover there was no tingling or discomfort. She looked around the room, waiting a long moment to see if anyone would come in, then almost with a shrug to herself, rose to her feet and moved toward the doorway to the rest of the house, almost tiptoeing... She heard the low murmur of voices from within the half open door to her bedroom, which caused her to pause a moment. But then she moved slowly towards it, hoping that she was making enough noise to be noticed but not enough that is would be obvious she was announcing her arrival. Reaching the door she leaned one shoulder against it and pushed lightly. It swung open and her view of the room widened. What she saw made her gasp. The redhead was lounging on the bed, a leg drawn up seductively, her arms clasped behind her head, a wicked smile on her face, and her attention was focused on where he was just finishing stringing a rope through a gleaming eyebolt at the top of... the contrivance.... Susan blinked into the room and stared at the bed... Attached to each of the corners now was a tall, thick, square-shaped post, jutting up to almost shoulder height, held against the sturdy frame of the bed by large clamps. And glistening in the top of each was a large eyebolt, through which ropes had been laced. Susan gasped, instantly causing two sets of eyes to focus on her. The redhead pushed herself up onto one elbow and smiled at her broadly. "Well, well... Sleeping beauty is alive... and I didn't even get to kiss her." "Why don't you take care of that now?" he said, tossing her a half-grin before turning his attention back to threading the rope through the last of the eyebolts. The redhead turned to look at him, her face almost betraying surprise, but then she arched her eyebrows as if accepting some sort of unspoken challenge and slipped off the side of the bed, moving toward where Susan stood with a cat-like grace. Susan could feel her muscles tightening with wariness as the woman stepped up to her, but before she could mutter a protest, the redheads arm was reaching out, cupping the back of her head, drawing her close and then their lips were pressing together, firmly, yet gently. Susan whimpered, unsure of what to think or feel, but then she felt the soft, warm lips of the redhead part and the brush of the tongue, sliding gently along her own, teasingly, before slipping between them. Susan felt her legs growing weak, even as the redheads other hand slid around her waist and pulled her close, the kiss now a swirling, probing invasion of her soul. Tentatively Susans own tongue brushed outwards, searching, and the kiss deepened. The redheads hand trailed over Susan's spine, down the soft curve of her buttock, pausing to cup it lightly, before slipping over her hip and between her thighs. Susan trembled as she felt the fingertip begin to probe, brushing her sex, tickling it, teasing it.... The redhead moaned softly. feeling Susan's wetness, and the kiss deepened yet again, heating and quickening. "Now now" he said, quietly "let's not get carried away...." The redhead lingered for a moment before breaking the embrace and withdrawing her hand with a sharp sigh, tossing Susan a wicked smile. Then, almost thoughtlessly, her hand slipped up to Susan's breast, her fingers clamping on a single nipple, squeezing it with enough force to cause Susan to moan and bend slightly. But the redhead merely giggled and pulled on the throbbing knot of flesh, causing Susan to step forward... leading her, slowly, across the room toward the bed. She guided Susan to the side of the bed across from where he stood, smiling at her. "This is something special, my love" he said quietly. "Sit down, in the center of the bed, facing the foot." Susan looked down at the bed and for the first time noticed the oddly shaped piece of cloth that was spread on top of it. It seemed at first glance somewhat irregular, long but with strange indents in its width... and at each of the corners of it were the other ends of the ropes which ran up and through the eyebolts on the posts that now encompassed the beds corners. A loud crack and a stinking on her backside caused her to flinch and yelp, more in shock then actual pain. The redhead drew back her hand and leaned around from beside Susan to look at her, pointedly. "Didn't you hear your Master?" Susan simply gasped and nodded sharply, then eased her way onto the bed, struggling to shuffle across it on her knees to the indicated place, pausing the keep from tumbling over, her bound hands not helping this maneuver. But at last she was in a position where she managed to lower herself onto one hip, then roll slightly and wind up sitting as ordered, her backside resting just off the end of the strangely shaped piece of cloth, facing the foot of the bed. "Now" he said "stay very still for just a moment..." He moved up the side of the bed and knelt behind her, and she could feel her bound hands being gently pulled slightly out from her spine, and then something slipped between her arms and her back, pulled up until one end of it was being held up against the back of her neck. She realized it was the strangely shaped cloth. "Now, lay down" he said. Susan slowly lowered herself back, shifting her arms so that when at last her back was against the soft mattress her wrists were pressing up into the top of her backside, just under the cloth on which she now lay. He stepped back to survey her with a critical eye, before nodding to himself, seemingly satisfied. "Yes" he said, almost as if thinking out loud "that will do nicely..." Then he was in motion again, moving toward the foot of the bed. But even as Susan attempted to focus her attention on what he might be planning, she saw the redhead lower herself onto the bed next to her, lean down and press her lips against Susan's once more, this time open, probing and passionate, while at the same time she felt the hand brush her stomach and being to sweep over her, trailing up to cup her breasts, flick at her nipple before dragging down and slipping between her thighs which opened to recieve the touch. Susan vaguely sensed something at her ankles, but her mind was fixed on the delicious sensations rippling through her from this woman's touch, the probing brush of her tongue, her fingertips. And even as she began to once again surrender herself to the lust building in her own body, the redhead was moving, rising, leaving her gasping and tingling and untouched. Then she felt herself being raised, the cloth on which she rested pulling taut beneath her and then lifting from the mattress and it was only then that she could truly sense her predicament. She had been lain on some sort of sling, the cloth cut and shaped to bear her up like a pair of giant hands beneath her backside and spine, while allowing her to feel vulnerable and light, as if perched on a tiny, soft shelf. And even though her instinct was to plant her feet to gain some sense of solidity, she instantly realized that was impossible, as he had lashed her ankles with scarves to the supporting ropes that ran to the tops of the posts at the bottom corners of her bed. She felt her body lifted as he pulled on the ends of the ropes, drawing the cloth up, tighter and tighter. How he had managed it rig them she did not know, but in a very short while she found herself laid out virtually flat, almost floating, suspended, above her own bed. She felt something at her wrists, which were still bound together but now beneath the supporting surface on which she lay, and craned her neck to see the redhead kneeling beside her, the long end of a rope trailing out from where she was attaching one end of it to Susan's bound wrists. Then she moved to the foot of the bed and gently began pulling the rope, which in turn pulled on Susan's helpless arms, causing her back to bow slightly, her head to tip backwards until she was looking at the head of her own bed with an upside down gaze. She felt the wrist rope being secured to the foot of the bed and a wave of helplessness and excitement rolled through her. In this position, they could do anything to her they desired, and she was without the least ability to prevent it... "Oooohhhh" she heard the redhead moan softly, "she's so delicious." "Yes, I know" he replied from somewhere between Susan's splayed and pinioned legs. "So" the redhead said quietly, almost a cruel giggle coloring her voice "do you think she has any idea what's going to happen to her?" "I sincerely doubt it" he said, almost casually... ..and an instant later Susan felt the probing at the lips of her sex, as his finger slid between them and began to slowly tickle, up and down along its length, teasing and testing her. "God" the redhead breathed, almost awed "she's so wet." Susan felt the finger finally begin to plunge, slowly, into her sex, and slowly withdraw, the first stroking into her causing her to moan as the waves of pleasure flooded up from her sex and into her entire body. "Yes.... she certainly is" he said, almost a whisper. ...and the finger slid into her once more, this time with a second beside it, beginning to spread her slightly. "You know" the redhead said quietly "I've never watched this happen to anyone before. I wonder what it must feel like." ...the two fingers slowly stroked into Susans' sex, curling slightly with each deep plunge, sending shivers through her. And then on one slow stroke, as they slipped almost free of her body, they returned, impaling her once more... and this time they were three... Susan could feel the fluttering in her stomach, like the ripples on a trembling pond surface, and the waves of sensations mounted through her. She could feel the trio of fingers stroking into her, gently yet firmly, steadily... she could feel her sex clenching as they withdrew, as if reluctant to lose them... she could feel herself dripping, a tiny trickle of her own lust tickling down to dance, like a dewdrop on the tight rosebud of her asshole, and even this tiny sensation seemed magnified.... "You should ask her" he was saying, calmly "if she can remember..." ...and as the fingers slowly stroked into her she realized they were now four... like a blunted, massive spearhead impaling her, probing deep, to her very center, where they paused to stroke the cap of her cervix shooting an altogether new sensation throughout her body and causing her to growl with a mindless animal sound that tappered off to a whimper-like sob... "She's so hot" the redhead breathed in amazement. "Do it. Do it now..." The impaling fingers drew back slowly, leaving her sex feeling as if her very soul were being withdrawn along with them, but before they slipped from her and left her vacant and hollow, she felt them begin sliding into her once more, and this time she realized that his entire hand was impaling her.... filling her.... gently raping her... She wailed with a sound announcing she knew not what, as the hand filled her sex, the fingers curling down to form a fist inside her, and then slowly begin to rotate deep inside. Susan's entire body shuddered under the onslaught of pleasure and pure overload of sensations that tore through her. It was more intense than any orgasm she had ever experienced, and yet she somehow knew that she had not yet reached that climax... that this firey consumming blaze was still only the building toward something otherworldly and shattering. The hand inside her moved slowly, turning back and forth, pressing and drawing slightly, brushing and stretching every inner surface of her, places that had never been touched or teased or known pleasure before. Her mind dissolved, all thought fleeing under the onslaught, leaving only a throbbing, aching, rippling organism of nerve-endings and pleasure to endure the sweet assault. Somewhere far away, she vaguely became aware that her head was being cupped and lifted, and then the scent of pure animal lust was against her, an instant before moist flesh was pressed against her lips. The redhead straddled Susan's head, her legs spread wide, pressing the helpless submissive's lips against her own throbbing sex. She began to roll her hips, forward and back, brushing her own moist arousal over Susan's mouth, which seemed to instinctively open... and then the tongue was against her, sliding between the dripping folds of flesh and against her clit. With a growl of lust the redhead began to rock her hips, taking up a rhythm borne of pure need as she firmly but gently took to raping Susan's mouth. He slowly leaned over from where he was kneeling between Susan's suspended body, his free hand brushing over her backside, and in one slow, steady movement, a single finger found and invaded her ass, at the moment his own tonguetip brushed over and sent the first electric explosion into Susan's clit. The screams of both woman were a cry of dying angels, blazing.... E-mail with comments: MarArch@ix.netcom.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /