Message-ID: <27620asstr$975341405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: mrledft@aol.com (MR LEDFT) X-Original-Message-ID: <20001127093138.28144.00003883@ng-md1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Love by the Numbers, Pt. 2 by Ladyvet Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2000 11:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, kelly WARNING: This story is a work of fiction not intended to be read by persons under the age of 21. By continuing on, you attest that you are 21 or over and will not convey the story to minors. This work, having been posted to the newsgroup, is copyrighted by the author. Please do not republish, copy, or post without prior consent of the author. Copyright Ladyvet, 2000. Love by the Numbers, Part 2 It had been over five years since the night we made love for the last time and He closed me with my unsatisfied passion still burning but I could still recreate every sensation of our lovemaking and relive them in my mind. I nodded and concentrated on the memory of His thick cock filling me, stretching me, pressing against my cervix as we strained against one another. The whip smacked against my upper thighs, searing them like a red hot iron. I pushed my ass back toward Him and nodded again. I was only dimly aware of the pain the next time it bit into me. It submerged almost completely in the rising tide of liquid heat bubbling and churning in my lower belly. My body was lubricating heavily now, mindlessly preparing to receive what I needed so terribly but could never have. Wetness trickled down the insides of my thighs. I ground them together and rotated my hips, concentrating on the sensation of the thick, tight circles of gold moving in me. He had dealt me three blows with the last whip He would use tonight. If I failed to come during the remaining seven, He would punish me by leaving me there until morning, painfully stretched, desperate for satisfaction, half out of my mind with desire. His greatest thrill was making me come this way, writhing in pain and ecstasy while He whipped me. He sometimes came Himself just by doing it. I seldom failed to have an orgasm that way now but the prospect of failure was so awful I hated even thinking about it. Memories of endless nights of anguish and frustration between the pillars were terribly vivid. I nodded twice. He crisscrossed my ass with a burning X. I couldn't hold still. My entire body trembled with the strength of my needs. He knew how close I was to coming and would bring me to the very brink, then force me to wait until I thought I couldn't without dying. He walked around in front of me, draped the whip around my neck and let it hang down my back. The lights reflected from His ebony skin, burnished with sweat and oil. His cock stood out defiantly, mocking me with its readiness to enter me if only I had been able to accept Him. He studied my face while I looked at it, enjoying my longing and lust, then He smiled and massaged himself. I turned my face upward, inviting His kiss or slap. I never knew which it would be, nor did it matter since the effect was the same. I moaned and moved my head from side to side, pleading with my eyes for Him to remove the ball gag. My jaw ached from being forced open for so long but my mouth ached even more for His probing tongue to explore it or His cock to fill it. Sucking Him off was a substitute for intercourse for both of us. Having Him come in my mouth intensified my physical need for Him but it partially satisfied my psychological need to have Him inside me. He let go of Himself and unbuckled the leather strap behind my head. Instead of removing it, He pulled it tighter, forcing it into my cheeks, pulling back the corners of my mouth. Saliva seeped around the straps and ran down my chin. He licked my parched, swollen lips with the tip of His tongue then He dropped the straps. They hung from the corners of my mouth like a bridle. I tried to force the ball out of my mouth with my tongue but it remained lodged behind my teeth. Andre massaged my aching shoulders, then ran His hands up and down my sweat-slick ribs from hips to armpits, just grazing the outer edges of my breasts. I moved around, trying to get Him to massage them. The hard caning had left them bruised and swollen. The ache had been joined by tingling warmth. They felt like they were full of champagne bubbles. I desperately needed Him to touch them. "Are your ugly little sacks extra sensitive, Catherine?" He asked. I nodded. He slipped His fingers under them and rubbed my ribs. The light touches on their undersides only made my longing worse. "Do you need them rubbed?" I mumbled "Please!" but He kept His hands on my ribs, letting me burn in vain for the feeling of His mouth and strong hands on my breasts. Other than caning them, He seldom touched them except to pull and twist my rings or swat them with a horsetail whisk, nor did He allow me to fondle myself. He only caressed and enjoyed them through the rings, whips and cane. The constant, deep ache inside them and the stimulation of the rings were a permanent itch which I was forbidden, and He refused, to scratch. He fastened a pair of chains with heavy balls on their ends to my nipple rings, stretched them out to the sides and let them drop so they bounced off one another sending vibrations deep into the centers of breasts to resonate in my womb. I spread my knees and nodded frantically. I'd be able to come more easily if He'd take off my clothes so I could move my legs. He pulled off my jeans and panties. I spread my legs and ground myself against Him, savoring the sensation of His thick, rough chest hair on my breasts and His hardness pressing against my thigh. He penetrated my anus with a finger tip, then a second. I relaxed and He slid His fingers in. I moved on His hand without permission, unable to remain still. I knew He didn't want me to come that way but I nearly managed to before He removed His fingers. He would allow only the fiery caress of His whip to grant me release. I spread my thighs and maneuvered Him between them, trapping Him. He hugged me, crushing my aching, tingling breasts against His hard chest. We moved in slow imitation of intercourse, rubbing my locks against His hardness. I locked my ankles behind His knees and grapevined Him, pressing against His spear of flesh. I forced myself down on Him, trying to tear myself open so He could slide into me. He let me rub myself against Him while He kissed my throat and whispered softly in my ear. "That's it, take my cock, Catherine," He urged. I pushed down so hard He bent a bit. He kissed my ear and reminded me that I was forbidden to have anything inside me. "Besides, you usually manage to come this way and it's much more interesting for Me." I savored the sweet torture of His hardness against me, knowing I'd never be able to make love again no matter how much I needed to. The only things He allowed to stimulate me between my legs were a whisk or crop on those rare occasions when He punished and rewarded me for something special or my own careful, anxious fingers when He allowed me to masturbate for Him. The pressure of His cock was at once incredibly exciting and horribly frustrating! Andre pulled away before I could come from the stimulation of His cock rubbing against me. He attached restraints to my ankles. I shook my head and begged "No, please don't!" against the ball. He ignored me. He pulled my legs so far apart that tendons stood out in the hollows of my inner thighs, then He fastened the chains to rings in the bases of the pillars. I turned my ankles in and pointed my feet down to try to support myself. My toes barely touched the floor. He knotted my hair to an overhead rope and tightened it, pulling my neck straight. He liked to make it as hard as He could for me to move while I fought to come. The additional discomfort and difficulty made my orgasms especially intense, as did the fear of failing to attain one in such an awkward and painful position. He put His palm against my mons just above my clit and massaged the softness above my pubic bone with His finger tips. I tilted my hips and moved on His hand. The stud slid painfully back and forth on my clit. An electric current coursed through my entire body. His cock bobbed a few maddening inches away, its head wet with my secretions. It was tantalizingly near yet impossibly far away, denied to me forever by His metal and will. He massaged my inner thighs, spreading the wetness of my excitement over their softness. I trembled uncontrollably. He tugged on the wet locks, savoring their hardness and my body heat in them with one hand and held His cock with the other. "I wish we could make love tonight, Catherine! You'd be incredibly tight after doing without for so long. I'd love to put this inside you!" I stared at it and tried to rotate my hips. I couldn't catch my breath; I was smothering with desire. "Rub me around my clit!" I begged with my eyes. "Let me finish!" He knew exactly how I needed to be stimulated from watching me do it to myself. "Hold still and don't let yourself come," He warned. "Shake your head to let me know when to stop." He pulled my labia apart above the first lock to expose my clit and rubbed the red, wet skin around it. Bolts of electricity sizzled into my womb and nipples. The area around my clit was extra sensitive now that I couldn't penetrate myself or touch the hard little lump of nerves itself. I stared at His bounding cock, clenched my vaginal muscles and shivered with uncontrollable desire. "You want to finish against my fingers, don't you Catherine?" He teased "but what you really need is this!" He pressed His cock against my labia, dug His fingers into my ass cheeks and pulled me against Him. I struggled to spread my legs wider, instinctively trying to open myself to Him despite the utter futility of it; no matter how far apart my legs were, the locks would never permit me to have Him. They burned as though they were suddenly red hot. I screamed against the gag and moved on Him. "That's it, Catherine, try to take me." I screamed again and struggled harder. My whole world consisted only of His cock and my throbbing need for it. A little contraction started in the tight, muscular ring in my lower vagina and rippled upward into my womb. I was right on the edge! It took all my willpower to shake my head. "Hold back," He demanded and pulled away. "Don't let yourself come!" My orgasm receded to wait like a coiled spring, leaving behind an aching void. He held His hand in front of my face so I could see my wetness on His fingers, then He spread it on my cheeks. Hot tears coursed out again. I screamed in helpless agony and fought the restraints. That was what He'd been waiting for. He stepped back so I could watch Him masturbate, tantalizing me with His own release while denying mine. He smiled at me as He skinned His cock back to expose the bright purple head. Andre squeezed His heavy sack and stroked himself slowly and deliberately, enjoying my agony. "Watch me come," He commanded, as if I could tear my eyes away! Andre pressed a hand against His stomach and pumped His cock until His first thick jet splashed onto my stomach. He pulled me against Him, imprisoning my trembling, straining body in His powerful arms. We ground against each other while His cock twitched, pumping out His sticky passion between our bodies. He crushed me to Him while He came, then backed away to look at the milky smear on the blackness of His skin. He gathered it in His hand, then He massaged it into my blond pubic hair and said very softly "I remember how good it felt to be inside you, Catherine; how it was when we came together." His smile was tinged with sadness. "I really miss making love with you. Sometimes I'm sorry I closed you." He touched my locks again and shook His head. "But that's over. Are you ready to try to have your orgasm?" I moaned in desperation and nodded, pleading for the searing pain which would, hopefully, catapult me to ecstasy. I had to have my climax now or go mad! Andre had a special surprise. He took the weighted chains off my nipple rings and attached the loose gag straps to them, forcing me to stretch my nipples each time I moved my head. He pulled the whip off my shoulders and stood behind me. I fought against the rope in my hair and kept nodding my head, causing the blows to fall in a hail of fire. I clenched my inner muscles as hard as I could and jerked my head back. The straps pulled my nipples just as Andre's sharp teeth used to, sending bolts of pleasure all the way into my womb. A wrenching spasm wracked my body each time the whip bit into me. There was no pain now, only a sudden flash of heat that fanned the consuming flames. "Yes!" I screamed against the gag. "Yes!" Time slowed down. Reality receded like the earth viewed from a rocket ascending into space. I floated out of my body to study my tortured, straining reflection from a comfortable, almost clinically detached distance. My eyes were completely feral, devoid of intelligence or any emotion except lust. I no longer tried to support myself on tiptoes. I hung by my wrists and hair, oblivious to the pain and struggled to spread my stretched legs even wider. I could even see inside my head! My conscious mind had disengaged, relinquishing control to the primitive reptile brain buried deep beneath the more highly evolved structures that usually controlled me. I knew what it wanted. I'd ovulated a few days before and my egg was ready. The reptile brain flooded my body with hormones to make me ready to breed and conceive. The little ball of ancient tissue was wired to ensure survival of my line by making me pass on my genes. It equated orgasm with the act of breeding. After all, millions of years of evolution said that was how it worked! Excitement, sexual tension and the hope of pleasure were a means to an end; to make sure I wanted to, had to breed. It had no way of knowing whether or not sperm were swimming inside me but how else could I have an orgasm except through penile stimulation? An orgasm would be the reptile brain's proof that I had bred successfully. Sinews stood out in my neck, arms and legs, forming little shadowed hollows. I'd need incredibly intense stimulation to overcome my discomfort and have the orgasm it awaited but the reptile brain wasn't concerned about it. I was already as aroused as it could make me. It was happy to have me splayed, helpless to resist a male or to retreat from Him. My immobility and widespread legs would make penetration easier. I studied my reflection, pleased by everything but my small, pendulous breasts. My legs were slender now rather than skinny. My stomach was firm and flat. My hips and ass were pleasantly rounded. Despite my mother's assurances that they'd "come in," my breasts had never really developed. I'd always been embarrassed by the way they looked and the teasing I'd gotten in school (the girls were even crueler than the boys) and the intervening years and abuse had made them look even worse. They drooped more now from being caned and from years of play rough enough to make my nipples wet. Except for my nipples, they hardly even looked like breasts. They were just pouches of skin that lay flat against my ribs, nearly invisible beneath my clothing unless I wore a padded push-up bra. They were prominent now, though, with the straps yanking them up into points. My wrinkled, dark pink nipples were knots of jangling nerves. The reptile brain was pleased by that, too. It approved of anything that would increase my excitement and make me more inclined to breed! Several drops of lubricant oozed out, collected on the locks and fell sparkling to the floor. The reptile brain knew nothing of locks and closing and unsatisfied longing. It lived in a world of chemicals and minute electrical signals which told it the job was nearly done. It congratulated itself. As far as it was concerned, I was ready to take a male deep inside myself and accept His sperm! I drifted back inside my body. Andre waited patiently for me to request the final blow. I met His reflected gaze and nodded. He drew the whip back and sent it soaring slowly toward me. It changed into His cock as it came to me, black, beautiful, fearful in its strength. The whip/cock floated lazily up between my thighs and exploded against the rings in a fearful burst of pain and ecstasy! I would feel the pain of that final cutting blow for days but now it only heightened my pleasure. I pulled as hard as I could against the restraints and pumped my hips, obeying the overpowering orgasmic urge to move in coital rhythm, to milk my male; make Him bathe my egg with His sperm. Another little trickle oozed out, propelled by my contractions. I felt hollow and full at the same time! The clit ring massaged me like a fiery little tongue with each desperate thrust of my hips. A final, fierce paroxysm seized my straining body, squeezed out my breath and pulled my breasts and womb together in a white hot knot. It felt as though every muscle in my body contracted at the same time! I fought the rope in my hair to pull my head back, stretching my nipples enough to nearly tear out the rings. My vaginal muscles strained to clamp tighter on the cock which should have been filling me. I screamed against the gag and fought the restraints to escape the terrible tension threatening to tear me apart. It dissipated suddenly, leaving me suspended peacefully in space, enveloped in a swirling gray cloud. The bite of the restraints and the fierce sting of physical longing ebbed away. His voice seemed to come from a great distance even though He had His arms around me, lovingly supporting my limp body. "I love you, too!" I replied, forming the words in my mind just before I surrendered to blackness. Somehow, I knew He heard me. 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