Message-ID: <46759asstr$1077279002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Originating-Email: [darkpen@hotmail.com] From: "Dark Pen" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 20 Feb 2004 02:36:19.0245 (UTC) FILETIME=[5210B5D0:01C3F75A] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2004 02:36:18 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Avatar 3 (M/f BDSM SciFi) Lines: 513 Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2004 07:10:02 -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: dennyw, IceAltar This is a work of fiction. If you are under whatever arbitrary age your elected officials have decided to choose for viewing adult material, understand that you will be breaking the law if you read this. If you get caught, I don't want to get blamed because your parents can't keep track of you. Please don't try this stuff at home (or anywhere else, for that matter). Some of it could be very dangerous. If you have a hard time telling fantasy from reality, please don't read any of my writings and go seek medical help. If you are a religious fanatic of any flavor and you hate my stuff, please note that you shouldn't be here to begin with - no one forced you here. If you are offended by sexual liturature (such as it is) then go visit somewhere else. This story may not be posted on any pay site. It may not be archived with out permission from the author and if it's reposted, this information must remain with it. Copyright c 2004 Dark Pen. ~Dark Pen www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/DarkPen/www Avatar Part 3 The room was dim and quite hot. Ken was naked to the waist and had a short, whippy cane in his hand. He also had on a pair of the softest, most comfortable leather pants he'd ever worn. Although, he thought as he looked down at them, they were the only pair of leather pants he'd ever worn. The room he was in was a dungeon - a very well equipped dungeon. The only other occupant was Jane, her body bound in an extreme hog tie and hung from a rope. He knew that she'd been there for about twenty minutes and was in serious pain. Her body had not gone numb, but had retained all its sensations - something that would not happen in real life, and those sensations were driving her mad with desire. Ken waked forward to examine the beautiful woman. He saw that she'd been bound with rough, untreated hemp. There was blood on her skin from where it had chafed as she hung from the hook. Several coils were constricting her waist by at least two inches. Each large breast was bound excruciatingly tightly at its base, her long, thick, brown nipples were swollen with blood. From each nipple bar hung a heavy weight, pulling the sensitive nubs and increasing her torment whenever she shifted in her bondage. He continued to walk around her. She could see him, but the large ring gag in her mouth made anything she might say more or less unintelligible. He admired the rope bondage that allowed her suspension - it was beautifully done and she was well, if uncomfortably, supported. The ropes around her waist, chest and through her crotch supported her weight. Other ropes acted as stabilizers so that she wouldn't spin around or tilt to one side or the other. Her hair was gathered in a pony tail and tied to her elbows, pulling her head back. Not coincidentally, this put her, if she were lowered a bit, at the right height to mouth fuck. Even as Ken thought that, her body was lowered. He smiled at the expression on her face. Pained and eager. Trickles of sweat were running down her straining body. As he looked between her legs, he saw her juices had soaked the rough hemp that was splitting her sex. He whipped the thin cane back and forth through the air. Jane's body jerked as she heard it. Because of her position, there were few places that the cane could land that he wanted to hit. She jumped and grunted when the first stroke hit the side of her ass. It was more from surprise, than anything else. However, several strokes later welts were being raised and she was groaning loudly. Ken could feel the sting soak through her body as she grew more and more aroused with each strike. As Lea had said, Jane was a true masochist. The tip of the cane curved around her ass cheek, raising a number of welts. He switched to her inner thighs, then the bottoms of her feet, which were exposed because each big toe had a string attached to it pulling her foot back. He would often stop for a minute to let her breathing slow, then start on another body part, flicks of his wrist curving the end of the cane around her ribs, thighs and portions of her mons. Finally he stood in front of her and opened his pants. Jane was whining with need. The cane had inflamed her, raising her arousal but not satisfying it. The rough crotch rope harshly stimulated her sex, but not enough for her to cum. She was beginning to lose herself totally in all the sensations. There was little left of the thinking, analyzing being that she usually was. Ken's cock sliding deep into her mouth felt like completion to her. To him it felt indescribable. She couldn't close her mouth, but her tongue massaged and licked and her throat opened to welcome him. Now, as he slid in and out of her throat, the cane began to strike her hard breasts, creating a deliberate lattice of welts across the swollen skin. Again, while it was enough to inflame her further, it was not enough to make her cum. She would have begged, but knew, in her heart, it would do her no good. There was no safe word, no control, and no out for her. There were only her Master's wishes. Ken didn't want to cum in her mouth and thought of another position he'd like her to be in. It took little time, in this fantasy, for her position to be changed. Gone was the suspension rig and now Jane found herself bound to a cross with both and upper and lower cross pieces. Each wrist was spread wide and attached to the upper cross piece, and each knee also spread wide and tied to the lower cross piece. She looked at Ken, her eyes wide, staring at the harsh, three stranded whip he had in his hand. She could not speak because as much as she wanted to beg him to use the whip, a thick phallus gag kept her silent. Each of her breasts were still tightly bound at the base causing them to bulge out, hard and sensitive. She feared the whip as she had feared the cane. Feared it, and desired it. Needed it. Her body was on fire, the marks from the ropes and earlier caning had not disappeared. In places, her skin was raw, and the same rough ropes had been used to tie her wrists and knees, chafing even more. The base of each breast burned, spreading the pain across her chest. Jane's senses drank it all in, embracing it and turning it to arousal. Her pussy, so harshly tied before, was now free of the crotch rope and clear fluid was slowly oozing from its reddened depths. Ken ran his fingers over her naked sex - for she was completely shaved, her skin as smooth as if she'd never had hair. She groaned and thrust her hips into his fingers, but to no avail. He lifted them to his nose, inhaling her scent with obvious pleasure. Then he wiped his fingers under her nose, coating the area with her scent. She watched his face avidly and felt his fingers slide through her sex again, moaning as he put them to his own lips to clean off her salty liquid. Then he stepped back raising the whip and, even as her breath quickened in fear, her body flushed with arousal. The first flick of the whip kissed her skin and she convulsed, desperately trying not to cum. She hadn't been given permission and as well trained as she was, she could hold back. For a while, anyway. But getting intense sexual pleasure from this type of treatment was how she was wired and she couldn't last forever. More blows fell and as they landed harder and harder, sometimes actually cutting her, she began to lose the battle to keep from cuming. Ken knew all this. He could see, and in a distant way feel, the lust riding her body, pushing away all thought and leaving only sensation in its wake. He thought it likely she would pass out before she'd allow herself an orgasm and knew for sure that, at this stage, if she did have one, she would pass out anyway. Another lash fell across her taut lower belly raising a welt. Jane was almost at her limit and Ken started to talk to her. He wasn't sure she'd hear him, but he wanted to try. The whip stopped and Jane felt a hand gliding across her wet, fevered skin. "You'd like to cum, wouldn't you love?" came her Master's voice. Eyes closed, she nodded. It wouldn't take much. Just a few lashes to her swollen sex and she'd be there. Fingers invaded her, sliding in easily. She was open and wet. "You are so beautiful. You love the whip, don't you?" Jane nodded. "Your skin is welted," SNAP, the whip snaked around her thigh. "And you're bleeding. Still, you want this. Need it. Don't you?" The nod was very emphatic. SNAP! Jane froze, straining against the bonds and her body's desire to cum as the whip opened a welt on her swollen breast. Her head bent as the pain flowed to her core and she panted, desperate for control. Desperate to obey and please her Master. But desperate for more of the whip. SNAP, the other breast was struck and Jane began to float in a sea of red sensations. Her hearing started to dim. Her eyes were already closed. "Cum for me love. Cum for your Master, and remember who gave you this orgasm." Despite being almost completely out of it, Jane heard him. The whip slashed into her sex, bruising it, slapping her hard clit and Jane started to cum. For five more minutes, Ken played the whip over her body, drawing blood on her ass, belly, and even her mons. Slashing into her sex, bruising her large clit and snapping the strands into her open sex and over her asshole. There was no violence in his actions. Only the deliberate controlled aiming of the lash at her body. Jane came with every stroke until she finally fainted. The next transition was somewhat jarring for Ken. One minute he was deep into the scene where Jane had just passed out, and the next she was lying on a platform with her arms tied above her, tight ropes around her middle and her widely spread thighs tied to her ankles. Her knees were pulled painfully back and to her sides. She was open and ready for anything else he might desire. As things shifted, she was just coming to. He knew she could feel every lash mark he had left on her. Each welt was throbbing in time with her heart beat. Rather than diminishing her lust, each throb fanned it just a bit. She looked up at him knowing that her cunt and asshole, positioned right at the edge of the platform, were completely open for his use. She was once again gagged with the ring gag and was wondering if he would beat her with the crop he now had in his hand. There was nothing she could do to stop him, and at that thought, her pussy clenched in an orgasmic aftershock, squeezing out more cream. Her body ached; she wanted more. But she wanted him to cum. Ken could feel her desire for it. She wanted to feel him use her body and get pleasure from it. She needed to know she could please her Master. Her pussy was small and she would have a hard time with his width, but she needed to feel him inside her. Ken was happy to oblige as he slid his cock into her. Her tight, wet heat enveloped him and he realized that in real life, she really was this tight. Good thing she was a masochist because unless the guy was pretty small, vaginal and, he knew, anal, sex really hurt. Being wired the way she was made this a good thing. He slid in and out of her body while she groaned, ooo'd and ahh'd. The crop fell on her breasts, adding to the welts already there. He found her nipples were now especially sensitive after her tits had been bound for so long. They became a special target, and the thick swollen nubs stood out well over an inch. He leaned up and removed the gag. "God your cunt feels good." She moaned in response. "Do you like having me inside you?" "Yes Master, your slave wants to please you." She jerked as the crop fell squarely on a nipple. Normally, not that things had ever gotten this extreme in a scene, Ken would ask if he should stop or if there was something else she wanted. There was no need for that. He knew her desires and she wanted to be pushed to the edge and beyond. Needed the pain flaring through her, needed to feel the pounding of his cock. "You may cum when I do." "Yes Master," she panted, then cried out as the crop opened another welt on her breast. Never before had she felt anything like this. Never had her fantasies been so fulfilling, so real. She knew how she wanted this one to end. Ken had never felt anything like this either - with the single exception of the blowjob from Lea. He had perfect control, knew exactly what to do and knew exactly how his slave was feeling. And now it was time to cum. He thrust harder, the crop raining blows to Jane's ribs and breasts and when he came she remained conscious long enough to feel it and have a mind blowing orgasm of her own before passing into a red haze of feeling. She came back in his arms, free of ropes for the first time in hours. But she was still a slave and still wore her collar and now, steel cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Fingers played with her super sensitive sex, tapping her clit and spreading the wetness of their joining. "We are finished for now slave. I'm tired and would like to sleep. It's time to return to your cage." "Yes Master." Jane knew that the cage, just big enough for her to sit with her knees drawn to her chin, would torture her for hours until her Master rose to let her out. She shuddered in apprehension. Also in anticipation. In her fantasies, she had cum just from being left in that cramped space, often with a thick dildo in her ass, unable to remove it. Her piss would burn her raw sex and the welts on her thighs and ass, since she would not be allowed to use the bathroom before being locked up. Her shoulders would ache from her arms being pulled behind her, outside the cage, and locked in steel, keeping her completely helpless. She wondered if he'd use the metal brank on her tonight, then knew he would. Fire burned in her belly and slick oil oozed from her cunt as she contemplated how she'd spend the next eight hours. The scene faded and Ken found himself back in the living room with Lea. Again, the transition took him by surprise. Lea was staring at him with a wide smile on her face. "So, you are back, Kenneth. I see you enjoyed your time with her." Ken was still a little dazed. Despite having cum twice in the last... however long it had been, not to mention three times earlier in the day, he found himself still aroused. All this sexual energy was blazing through his body. Lea nodded as if she could read his thoughts. For all he knew, she could. "I know how you feel, Kenneth. I will help you with that," she said moving toward him, "and then we can talk." Even after all the intense sex he'd just experienced, Ken suddenly found himself too aroused to do anything but watch as she knelt in front of him and took him deep into her mouth. It never occurred to him to wonder where his clothes went. While it didn't last as long as the first one she gave him, this blowjob was just as amazing. He cried out loudly as he came, spurting almost painfully into her eager mouth, then relaxing, his body and mind finally at peace while she gently cleaned his cock with her mouth. Lea moved next to him on the couch, laying her head on his shoulder with one hand stroking his chest. "So Kenneth, what do you think? If you take what I offer, then you may have these experiences whenever you like." He looked at her and she smiled with a radiance that made him begin to fall into her presence and lose all sensation. Slowly, that feeling dimmed and Ken's brain began to work again. It was becoming obvious that either he was nuts, or this was really happening. If he was nuts, well then, it wasn't like he could do anything about it. He didn't feel crazy though, he felt... at peace. Happy in a way that he couldn't ever remember feeling. However peaceful he felt though, Ken wasn't going to accept this 'gift' with out knowing more about what it entailed. Lea smiled, "I see you want the details." Ken shook his head, and, although he was loath to, straightened up and moved a bit away from her. Her physical presence was very powerful. "I wish you'd stop doing that." "Doing what? " she asked, a serious expression on her face, but a twinkle in her deep green eyes. "Answering my questions before I can ask them." She sat straight on the couch, looking completely serious, but still with a gleam in her eye. "Please, ask your questions." Ken was sure that she was still laughing inside, but it wasn't a cruel laugh. More like a shared joke. He sighed and tried to marshal his thoughts. Rising, he walked over to the window which looked out onto a beautiful, sunny beach. Facing Lea was not conducive to critical thinking. "Explain to me, please, what this gift is and why you'd want me to have it." "Of course. I will tell you, but I think that you will not believe all of it. Yet. My... people live on certain kinds of energy. Once, we were many, but over time we have faded in numbers." Ken faced her. Her people? Just what did that mean? "We need the energy that humans create to live. At one time it worked well for us and was a good symbiosis, since most of the energy created by human emotion is wasted. It sustains us. When we were many, we began to specialize in the type of energy we could absorb. Each became more powerful by focusing on a specific type. But as our numbers began to grow smaller, we found that we couldn't re-adapt - we couldn't broaden the types of energy that we needed. And so we died." She looked sad. Ken could feel her unhappiness. Still, he realized that she wasn't telling him the entire story. Of course, what she was saying was fantastic enough. Perhaps, as she'd already mentioned, she thought he wouldn't believe the whole truth. "Over time, we became fewer and fewer. The one who became the most powerful became... jealous. He found ways to cut many of us off from what we needed. I went into hiding, almost fading myself until perhaps 40 years ago. Slowly, I began to regain some of my strength. But it wasn't until now that I had enough to manifest myself to you. You have given me more energy than I've had in a very long time." Ken's head was whirling. Surely, this couldn't be true. But, looking at her, he knew that she wasn't lying. She wasn't telling him everything, but she wasn't lying. "What are you? An alien or something?" She smiled. "Or something." It was clear that he wasn't going to get more information on that subject. "So, what is this deal?" Lea smiled again, "You are an interesting combination of complex, rational thinking, and pure lust. I like that." She paused. "I will give you the power to do what I did today, in the mall. Your actions will seem like a daydream to those you interact with, a very strong daydream, that really happens. No harm is done to the person and any physical marks disappear at the end of the day dream. Provided that you want them to. The fear you experienced earlier is not something to worry about. You will not be at the mercy of others. While you will be able to 'read' anyone - man or woman - you will only be drawn to those who either share your interests, or have the potential to. In time you will have no problem controlling this power or the others that come with it. You will have what you wanted - virtually unlimited access to anyone's sexuality. And you would become my Avatar." That was interesting. Of course, sated as he was at the moment, he had other questions. But the fact that she'd satisfied him before telling him all this showed that she had good intensions. If she'd offered this to him earlier, he'd never have been able to think clearly and would have taken her deal no matter what the consequences. Speaking of which. "So what's the down side?" "You will build up the energy from your encounters and that energy must be passed on to me. Much as you did tonight. Under most circumstances, you could not be kept from me. If you could not release the energy though, and it continued to build up, you would die. Also, if I were to die, you will die as well. You will be bound to me for life." "What happens if I die?" "You would be released from those bonds. " Ken stood in silence. He was being offered the answer to his every sexual prayer. But he knew there was more to life than just sex. "What if I wanted to marry, to have children? Would they be bound to you as well?" "No. But it is unlikely that you would marry a woman who wouldn't be my priestess. It would be too uncomfortable for you both. Plus, any marriage would need my blessing." "You mean if you didn't like who I wanted to marry, I couldn't marry her?" "Not precisely. I mean that if she were say, Jewish, you couldn't have a Jewish marriage ceremony." He frowned. "Why not?" "Because emotional energy is what I live on. Her emotions would be turned away from me and, to some extent, you, to worship her God. Therefore it would put a strain on our bond. Ultimately, your union with her would fail." "And children?" "Children are always free to choose. Yours would be as well." He stood there looking out onto the beach and wondering if this were real or a 'day dream'. Ken wasn't a particularly religious man. He'd been Catholic growing up and hated every minute of it. He frowned. He kept thinking of Lea as a, well, a Goddess. She hadn't said she was, but all this talk of Avatars and Priestess' made him think of religion. Truth be told, he just wasn't that interested in his present life. Neither work nor his personal life had the spark that he thought they should have for a 35 year old man. He thought about his life and realized that the one thing he'd loved to do, he'd given up years ago, and the company had stolen the joy from his work. Other interests were fading and his life seemed to become grayer each year. Something inside him yearned for this. True, he wanted, needed a change in his life, but this seemed to be calling to him. Loudly. When he turned, Lea was watching him with those pure green eyes. Eyes that he could fall into forever. He wasn't though and he knew that she was throttling back her presence to keep that from happening. "So," he said, "What do I have to do to accept your 'gift'" She rose and came to him, walking until she was only inches from his face. "There is no going back. Release from my service means death." This was the first time he'd seen her absolutely serious. Not even her eyes showed their normal, good natured humor. "It seems... right," he almost whispered, "like something I've always wanted." She moved even closer. He could feel her breath on his cheek, smell her arousing scent and feel the heat coming from her body. "Then kiss me." They moved closer and everything but her face faded from his view. Her lips touched his and never had he felt so complete, so peaceful. The kiss went on until everything dissolved into light but the green of her eyes, the flame of her hair and the touch of her lips on his. End Part3 ~Pen~ http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/DarkPen/www "But if I go cold/ I won't get sold/ I'll get put in the back /On the discount rack/ Like another can of beans..." B. 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