Message-ID: <27762asstr$976219803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20001207155351.3043.qmail@web3704.mail.yahoo.com> From: "H. Jekyll" MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Subject: {ASSM} "Obsession," Part Five Date: Thu, 7 Dec 2000 15:10:04 -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: Vulpine, gill-bates "Obsession" Part Five by H. Jekyll --------------------- This is a six-part story of evil and desire. It is a cautionary tale. "Jekyll" is not to be confused with H. Jekyll, the mild-mannered author, nor is "Kytn" to be confused with my e-friend Sweetkytn (@aol.com). I am indebted to my editor, Maggie McGee (maggiemc@citynet.net), for her heroic efforts to make my writing clean and direct. Copyright 2000 by H. Jekyll. Permission is given to repost on any web site that does not charge a fee for access, as long as the author is prominently noted. Net writers post stories for feedback, not money, and I am no different from anyone else. I welcome comments, complaints, and conversation, at h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com. My stories are archived at the Alt Sex Stories Text Repository: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/h_jekyll/ M/F, F/F, bdsm, cons., nc -------------------------- Every day, morning and night, Kytn is bathed. She kneels in the tub, her arms tied behind her back, and Jekyll washes her, body and hair. He is neither gentle nor harsh in the cleaning, though she cries out when he runs the cloth over bruises or welts. Sometimes he pushes her head under the water and holds it there until she breathes in water and chokes. He holds her until she has almost passed out, then pulls her up. Once she can breathe again, she sucks him. His prick becomes the center of her world while it is in her mouth. One night while he is fucking her ass, he notices that she is not responding, and that there is a discharge from the wound where he put the blade into her. She feels hot to the touch. He cleans her wound and gives her oral antibiotics before tying her to the bed. -------------------------- Ktyn awakens, suddenly aware that there are voices, two voices, Jekyll's and a woman's. She hears Jekyll's footsteps move away and hears a door close. Other footsteps come toward her. These are quicker than Jekyll's. Then she can feel someone -- it must be the woman -- standing over her. "Who, who are you?" "A friend. You need some help with your cut, and Master Jekyll asked me to come by." "You know him?" Kytn feels stupid, having said it. Of course she knows him. "Dear, I know him better than anyone else." There is a pause. "He was my lover. But I couldn't take what he did to me. I wanted to, for him, but physically I couldn't, so he made me leave." The invisible woman is quiet for a moment, just sitting on the bed. There is no particular sound when she does touch some of Kytn's wounds, almost caressing them. She leans down, kisses bruises on one of Kytn's breasts, pulls gently on both nipples, and it is at that moment that Kytn knows she will be intimate with a woman for the first time. Kytn doesn't know how it will be, what she will have to do. The woman's voice comes out of the darkness again, so softly that Kytn can scarcely make out what she says at first. She addresses Kytn but really seems almost to be conversing with herself, as in a reverie. "The things he did to me. I know what he's doing to you and what he's making you do." The woman stops and pulls the bandage off the scalpel wound, making Kytn gasp. Kytn feels her fingers moving over the wound, cleaning it, touching. Then she resumes speaking. "My God, I would cry and beg when he hurt me. He would always make me take more than I could, so I would panic and use all my energy trying to get loose. I would have chewed off my arms if I could have. He'd hurt me so much, take me down to nothing. Then he'd do the other, you know, to make me feel the pleasure. I think he's really good at finding women like you and me to torment. People who can get addicted to it." Somewhere in the middle of talking the woman seemed to cry a little. Kytn could hear the change in her voice just for a moment. "I don't think it would work with a normal woman, but I don't know. Sometimes I wish he'd take me in again, but he knows I wouldn't be able to stand it. I'm too weak." She sounds weepy again. "But he sure can get under your skin." Kytn feels the woman physically shake herself, and her voice becomes businesslike, practical. "Now be still. I'm going to fix you up and give you antibiotics. Then you're going to be sweet to me. Master Jekyll is gone for the afternoon, so you're mine until he returns." -------------------------- She cleans the cut and some other wounds, bandages the cut, gives Kytn two injections. During this, she stops to touch Kytn's nipples again. Her fingers follow the lines of the dragon, very softly over Kytn's abdomen. "Your dragon is healing nicely." She is touching, almost tickling, then Kytn feels her lean all the way down and she licks Kytn's nipples, licks them, then sucks, then nips, then licks again. Her hands never stop moving. Kytn, has never, ever considered sex with a woman, other than as a repulsive curiosity, but she is a slave and must be still for it. The hands and mouth are gentle. Jekyll's hands are soft for a man's, but these hands are extraordinarily soft and kind. Kytn has lain immobilized, sightless, for a long time, ignored by Jekyll except when he wants to torment her. Now this -- her first tender sensations in how long? -- and Kytn finds she doesn't want the woman to stop. "Your body is so sweet. I'm glad he didn't get a model this time. You aren't over-developed or perfect or athletic, just a sweet, weak woman." The hands are moving over her pudendum, still hardly grazing the skin, while the mouth sucks the skin of her stomach. "I love your body with all these bruises. And the welts, they make you beautiful, you lovely, little pet. They show that you can't resist anything. Did he make you ask him to beat you? I wish I'd been here to see it." The woman knows the method Jekyll uses to force Ktyn to become excited, and she uses it now. It works, as always. After a bit, Kytn's breathing goes ragged: short gulps of air and long exhalations. No, she can't resist anything. She is afraid she will have to do things to the woman about which she is phobic, that she doesn't think she can do without becoming sick, but her body says please let this continue. Don't leave me to lie here alone. She knows this must be part of Jekyll's plan, somehow, but she accepts even that if the woman will stay here with her. She wants the woman to kiss her, so she can be sweet back to her. She hasn't kissed a woman since junior high school, when four friends spent an evening practicing kissing each other, to learn how to do it with boys. Two of them had Frenched, but Kytn hadn't been able to bring herself to do that with another girl. Now she knows she will. When the woman does come to Kytn's face, Kytn feels the small, smooth lips and little tongue. It is easy to accept the tongue, surprisingly so to Kytn, and it is only a moment before their tongues play with one another, while the woman reaches a hand down to gently masturbate Kytn, to pet her pubic hair and barely touch her straining clitoris. The woman is wearing a musky fragrance, which Ktyn inhales. It mixes with the slightly metallic taste of her mouth. She feels the warmth radiating off that smooth skin and doesn't want her ever to move away. Kytn wishes she could see the woman. She must be beautiful, to be this sweet. Her loving is so much more tender than Jekyll's; her hand on Kytn's sex is soft beyond belief. Kytn is growing almost delirious with joy and submissiveness, with pleasure that isn't mixed with hurting. The thought comes to her in the middle of a moan that she couldn't be cruel. She wouldn't beat Kytn so. Kytn would be her slave, if Jekyll would give her over. She would do it lovingly. The woman's caresses of her vagina are firmer and quicker now, and Kytn is breathing harder into her mouth. She is making little grunts, quiet because they are into the mouth of the woman, but not veiled. Anyone could hear them and know what they mean. She would stand still for this Mistress to beat her if she had to. The woman couldn't be so cruel. It would be okay, if she would just keep loving Kytn. Kytn would make herself beautiful, so the woman would want to love her more. Kytn is so very high now. She would always wear bruises for her Mistress. She would be so meek and obedient that her Mistress would be compelled to take her like this and sex her and sex her, and now Kytn begins to come and is crying into the woman's mouth, sucking on her tongue and breathing her scent, even in the middle of orgasm not wanting the woman to have reason to pull away from her mouth. The woman doesn't pull away, but stays mouth-to-mouth with Kytn through the whole orgasm, stroking her sex more and more lightly as Kytn comes down. Then she returns to soft stokes on Kytn's abdomen and moves her mouth away just far enough to kiss Kytn's face here, there, and to move her cheek over Kytn's. "Oh, thank you, thank you," Kytn murmurs. "You're welcome, little toy." The woman's face is still right above Kytn's, and she speaks quietly. "You are easy. Did he have any trouble at all breaking you?" Kytn is a little embarrassed, but also happy that this Mistress finds her pliant. "No, ma'am. He didn't have any trouble." Then, surprising both herself and the woman, she says: "I love you." She hears a surprised laugh. "Why thank you, little one. Now you'll get the chance to love me right." The woman unties her hands and sits her up, then ties them behind her like Jekyll does, wrists to elbows. Kytn cooperates, though it strains her shoulders. Next, her feet are untied and the woman stands her. The woman leaves the blindfold in place. Kytn stands, swaying a little, while the woman does something for a few minutes. When she returns she pulls Kytn back down to the bed, kneeling, sits facing her, and pulls her close. Kytn finds she has disrobed. "Now, sweet Kytn, let's kiss." They kiss, and it is just as before. The woman is caressing her body through it all. Kytn would caress back if her arms were free. She has given up on ever using her hands again. "Kytn, come suckle me." The woman pulls Kytn forward and down, and her face finds a breast. The nipple hits her over an eye. It takes her a moment to find the nipple with her mouth, and then it seems almost to pop in of its own accord. So this is what men feel. She remembers what she likes her lovers to do to her nipples, and does that to the woman. "Whoa! Wait, toy. That's a little too hard. Why don't you lick and nibble a little more softly?" Kytn follows her instructions. She flicks the nipple back and forth with her tongue. The breast is elastic, as though filled with foam rubber, and it gives when she pushes at it. She hadn't really thought what a breast would be like from down here. Why would she? She hunts for the other breast, and does the same things to it. "Now, Kytn, you get to pleasure me." She feels the movement as the woman lies back on the bed; then she is pulled forward and downward, gently but firmly. She feels the woman's pubic hair on her face and smells her before she feels flesh. She is suddenly nervous. No, she is afraid. Can she do a woman? Why can't she use her hands, instead? What can she do? "Oh Kytn, I'm going to enjoy you. Are you nervous?" Kytn doesn't answer at first, afraid to disappoint this mistress. Finally: "Yes ma'am," "Well, smell me for a minute. Do it, my pet. Yes, breathe me in. You like that, don't you?" Kytn doesn't answer. "Now move your face until you're touching me. That's right, dear. Oh, you're sweet. Now taste me just a little with your tongue. Yes, that's right. Another taste. Oh. Oh, yes. Oh. Okay, move your tongue between my lips and separate them." The woman's hands are behind Kytn's head, guiding her forward. Kytn finds the taste of her pussy tangy, but different from her mouth, brighter tasting. She is happy that she can make the woman stop talking to gasp and breathe. She knows she is making her very happy. She laps again and finds that it is easy, then on her own she opens her mouth and takes in as much sex as she can. There is the tiny clitoris. Kytn uses her tongue on it, like Jekyll had on herself, then moves away to the vulva, finding her hole and moving her tongue into it, lapping at juices. The woman hasn't said a word for several minutes. There have been many sounds, but no words. Finally she pushes Kytn's head back, away from her sex, catches her breath for a second, then says: "Pet, I have a little crop here. I'm going to whip your ass while you pleasure me. Don't stop, no matter how much it hurts. Okay? Do you think that you can do that for me, you sweet thing?" Kytn is quiet and still. She is going to be hurt after all. The woman has been so gentle, but she is going to hurt her. How can her voice stay so sweet and kind? Kytn wants to be good for her, because the woman has been so good to Kytn. So, finally, trying not to cry: "Yes, ma'am. I'll try." "Good girl. I knew you could." She strokes Kytn's hair, then pulls her back in, and Kytn sucks and licks anew. This time, after a few seconds, she feels the woman's muscles move. There is a rushing sound and a crack and Kytn feels a sharp pain on her ass. She cries out into the woman's vagina, holding herself in until she can control her breathing. Then she sucks again. There is another stroke and she again cries and freezes, and this time she can hear the woman groan in passion. In a moment Kytn starts up and the woman again strikes her and grunts loudly. Her pussy is wetter, almost dripping fluid. When the pain recedes just a little, Kytn laps it. Another stroke. Kytn is trying to be good, to be obedient, but each time it is harder, and a little more of her resolve is missing. She is gasping and crying onto the woman's sex, tears flowing under the blindfold and mixing with the lubrication. Finally, on the sixth stroke, Kytn jerks back and lays her head on the woman's thigh, crying. She expects to be punished. The woman is gasping and almost wheezing, she is so close. "Kytn," she says when she can talk at all, "Why did you stop? You're disappointing me." Kytn is just crying. "I'm sorry. Please, I couldn't go on. I tried." "Well, I'll give you another chance, you dear thing." She gasps again, twice, three times, catching her breath. "We'll do four more, and you count them as they happen, okay? Just four more. Can you do that?" "I ... I'll try." "I know you can, dear." She pulls Kytn's face in and Kytn starts lapping. The woman is close. She is very close when she strikes Kytn. "One!" Kytn yells the number into the pussy, moving her ass to cool its fire She keeps sexing the woman, who seems almost to be in a fit. Another stroke and Kytn again yells the number. This one is harder. She doesn't know if she can take two more. The woman begins to buck against her face and pulls her in tightly, and it is clear that she is coming. She is saying "oh god, oh god, oh god," and in the middle of it she gives Kytn two quick strokes, almost on top of each other. Kytn can barely say the numbers, but it doesn't matter because the woman is oblivious to her voice anyway. -------------------------- Afterwards, the woman makes an ice bag and holds it against Kytn's ass until, after a while, her ass stops hurting so much. She shows Kytn how happy she is by holding her close and telling her how wonderful she was, what a wonderful lover she is. She moves her hands all over Kytn, getting her high again. They kiss, faces against each other, throughout the afternoon, murmuring, Kytn mainly listening, but answering questions. The woman begins to masturbate her again, and again Kytn comes on her hand while she is being kissed. They keep their faces like that, drifting between sleep and wakefulness. At one point, Kytn asks her: "What can I call you?" The woman thinks for a moment, then says: "Call me 'Mother'." __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Shopping - Thousands of Stores. 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