Wednesday Nite Widows Ch 04
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Black Widow’s Loving Embrace
This story is merely an attempt to put down a fantasy of mine onto paper. Please feel free to share any comments/suggestions you may have regarding this story or future work. Oh, and most importantly: enjoy! ;D
It was dark, too dark?
I sat there in the darkness unable to move. My bindings felt tight and unforgiving, even though I could not see them. I was lying completely naked on a leather-covered contraption with my legs raised in the air and widely spread. I felt the subtle air movement caressing my exposed and accessible asshole. I was obviously strapped down tightly as I could not move a muscle no matter how much I tried. As I concentrated on my breathing I also realized my mouth was spread wide open using what I guessed was a dental gag. It felt like my jaw would dislocate if my mouth were opened any wider.
I was scared, both because I knew that I was here because of something bad I did, and because I had no idea what was about to happen. I could not remember exactly what I did to earn my Mistress’s wrath, but I was too drunk with fear and trepidation to care. All I knew was that Mistress was going to punish me, but I could never anticipate what her creatively sadistic mind was planning. The total darkness and deafening quiet enhanced my fear, robing me of my senses and forcing me to contemplate my fate. I had conflicting emotions in me. I loved my Mistress so much, yet I feared her more than anything else. She had the ability to manipulate my mind and my heart in a way that she could brutally use and abuse me, while also mesmerizing me and making me addicted to her.
I remained alone in the dark for what seemed like hours until the sudden opening of the door startled me. I could see the silhouette of a woman standing at the entrance. Mistress came back. Suddenly the lights were switched on and I was momentarily blinded. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the light, I could finally see my Mistress. She was dressed in black rubber that covered every bit of her body; nothing of her could be seen. In fact, one could only tell she was a woman from the shape of her breasts and wide hips, and maybe the sound of her thundering heels.
She had on a black latex surgeon’s gown that started from her neck and went all the way down to her ankles. The loose gown was tied behind her back at waist level, and it had long tight cuffs that were tucked under the skin tight, elbow length latex gloves. Her hood was a strange and terrifying sight. It covered her whole head and face. The mouth and nose area was made of reinforced rubber and had many small pinholes, so that breathing was easy. It looked as if she was wearing a black rubber respirator mask over a regular hood. The hood’s eyes were covered by large mirrored goggles, which prevented the onlooker from peering into her eyes. Also attached to the hood was a black latex veil that come down behind her and reached to the middle of her back. Over her gown she wore a long latex apron that covered her front from above the breast to her ankles, and was tied behind her at waist level as well.
I was scared shitless. I have never seen Mistress so terrifying, and so ready to hurt me. Her shiny latex armor made her look less human and more like a demon from my darkest nightmares. She pulled a small chair and sat right next my head. Then, using some controls that I could not see, she retracted my chair until my ass was higher than my chest, and my head was almost in her lap. Our positioning made Mistress look like a dentist who is about to treat her patient’s teeth. She leaned forward until her ample breasts were touching my face and breathed in her perfume mixed with the heady aroma of the latex. She looked into my eyes, her face so close to mine that I could hear her breathing through her mask. One of her hands was caressing my head while the other caressing my cheek. This apparently affectionate display was extremely strange given the situation and the way she was dressed. Never the less, I lost myself in her embrace and felt myself drown in the gaze of her mirrored lenses. My Mistress was peering straight into my soul and I was hopelessly in love with her, and as helpless as a fly trapped in a spider’s web.
She finally broke her gaze and got up, disappearing behind me only to come back into my view pulling an IV stand. She reached down under her gown and raised it up to her waist revealing a black latex catsuit that she hand under. What was different with this catsuit was the transparent urine collection bag that was connected to it. The bag was large and full of amber colored liquid. She disconnected the bag from her catsuit and hung it on the IV stand. She retrieved a long, narrow, transparent hose with a nozzle at its end, and connected it to the collection bag. She got a smaller metal stand that had a horizontal arm, connected the nozzle at the end of the arm then positioned the whole setup as to have the nozzle directly above my open mouth. It finally dawned on me what she was doing and, feeling my heart rapidly beating, a tear left my eye, as I was unable of protest or escape.
Mistress noticed my tear rolling on my cheek, and she tenderly wiped it with her thump from under my eye. That did not stop her from doing what she was about to do, as she disappeared behind me again, coming back into view holding a menacing cane in her shiny hand. She reached to the nozzle hanging over my mouth and turned a small valve near its tip, causing the golden liquid within the collection bag to start dripping into my mouth. My Tears started flowing again as I, in complete disgust and horror, watched the first yellow drops come down and disappear into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I started making incoherent sounds in an attempt to plead and beg for her to stop when suddenly?
*CRACK*!
I felt a searing smack on my ass cheeks followed by unbearable pain as my Mistress slashed both my ass cheeks with the cane. She took advantage of the fact that I was distracted by her urine dripping into my mouth and surprised me with the first hit.
*CRACK*
?NNNNNNNNNNGH!!!? I screamed as loudly as I can with the second hit. ?This is your punishment, slave,? she said angrily. ?You have been disobedient, slave, and you have not shown me, your Mistress and owner, the proper respect that I deserve. For that you shall take everything I give you, and I will not hear any more protests from you.?
*CRACK* *CRACK*
She gave me two quick hits with the cane before even finishing her sentence. Even though I was trying my best to obey Mistress and suppress my emotions, I just could not stop myself from crying like a baby.
*CRACK*
She waited for a moment. Never mind all those previous acts of love and affection that she showed me, Mistress was clearly enjoying what she’s doing to me now. She was slow, calculated, and very accurate with the cane. She would coolly stare me in the eyes after each cane hit, obviously enjoying pained reactions.
*CRACK*!
She went on with the cane, delivering what must have been more than thirty hits. Half way through the caning I lost my voice, going completely silent as I lost all hope of this horrid torture stopping. I just stared into the surgery-theatre-like lights above me, trying to swallow the foul tasting liquid and taking each slash of the cane like a pro.
Mistress Finally stopped. Putting down the cane but leaving the dripping urine as it is, she disappeared once again behind me. I heard her pouring some fluid into some a glass, and then I heard the sound of latex being pealed followed by the sound of Mistress drinking. I gathered that mistress raised her mask a little to take a sip of water or whatever drink she was having. That made me wish for some water to wash down the urine that is still in my mouth, but that never came. I had to take anything Mistress gave to me, even her bodily fluids.
After a few moments she came back with a bottle of lube. She poured some of the lube onto her hands and started smearing it all over them. She sat down on a small stool and moved right between my legs. She then took hold of my penis and started rubbing and squeezing it. I thought I would never get hard after what just happened but then, as if proof that my body belonged to her and not me, my penis started coming to life. It hardened slowly and gradually until it became a long hard pole in her fist. I could tell she was smug at her little victory and was probably grinning under her mask. She pumped me thoroughly for a while until I was about to explode. She suddenly let go of my penis, leaving me in a maddening state of wanting to cum but not being able to. She immediately took advantage of the situation, producing a piece of hard rubber that she placed on my balls and penis. The piece of rubber acted as a separator, separating my balls and squeezing their base and the base of my penis. It felt like my balls and penis were going to be cut off from the tightness of the rubber separator. She then started putting on a pair of white surgical grade latex gloves that reached to the middle of her forearms. Watching her put the gloves on and hearing the ceremonial snapping of the cuffs, I became extra concerned with what was about to happen. She pulled a trolley with lots of equipment on it close to her, and took what I recognized as a catheter from atop it. Opening the catheter she placed the tip at the opening of my penis and started feeding it into my shaft. She did not care about my obvious discomfort as she went ahead with her work in a surprisingly professional manner, like she was very used to doing this. She inserted the catheter deeper and deeper until the tip was inside my bladder, after which she pumped the small balloons inside my bladder and outside my penis to hold the catheter in me. She opened a small valve on the catheter and allowed the urine inside my bladder to drain into a small bucket. She then produced a clear bag of saline solution and connected the bag’s opening to the other end of the catheter tube. She squeezed the bag forcing the solution into my bladder. It felt strange having the fluid flowing into me instead of out, and before long I was feeling an extreme urge to pee. She continued to squeeze the huge bag into my bladder until only little was left and, before I had a chance to empty myself again, she closed the catheter’s valve trapping the saline solution inside me. She then deflated the balloons and took out the catheter, and immediately replaced it with a think metal sound that went deep into my penis and pressed against my prostate. The top of the sound formed into a ring that squeezed around my penis and nestled just under the bulbous head, holding the sound inside me with no way of pushing it out. I was in complete discomfort, and reflexively tried to pee with no success. She backed up a bit, and just watched me struggle for a while; I could have sworn I heard a muffled chuckle coming from behind her mask.
Staring into the light again trying to take my focus off my discomfort, I was taken by surprise as I felt Mistress smear my ass with lubricant. She then inserted two fingers inside my anus and moved them inside me like she was looking for something. When she found my prostate, she looked me eye as she started pressing very hard against the prostate and by extension on my full bladder. I immediately started grunting loudly due to the extreme pressure I was feeling, but combined with the drops of urine accumulating in my mouth those came out as gurgles. She never let go, applying more and more pressure as I started screaming. My prostate was sandwiched between my agonizingly full bladder and Mistress’s relentless, latex clad fingers. She added a third finger and I was in pure pain. I thought I could not take anymore, but then she added a fourth finger. I was stretched out and mercilessly squeezed. My prostate felt like it would explode under the pressure and my anus was about to be torn. I was profusely crying, hoping and praying for this horrible pain to stop, but the angel of darkness perched between my open legs did not share my thoughts. Mistress decided that I was going to be fisted today. And so, she moved her thumb trying to fit it inside my already full ass. My gurgling screams echoed inside the sound proof room until Mistress’s gloved thumb finally slid inside me, followed by the rest of her hand. My sphincter finally closed down on her wrist, holding her whole hand inside me. I then felt her bringing her fingers closer together in an attempt to form a fist inside of me. She didn’t seem at all affected by my incoherent pleading, as she slowly but firmly moved her hand inside me. As her hand turned into a fist inside me, the pressure against my prostate and bladder increased even more. By that point all I could do was pray and hope that I would faint and spared from feeling the agony that is brought upon my restrained body. My Mistress was in full-fledged punishment mode, and the worst part of it? She was enjoying it.
My Mistress started a pumping action with her fist. She was punching my guts, pushing in and out firmly, slowly at first but picking up the pace as time went by. Then, she reached with her other hand and grabbed my penis. I was shocked to find that my penis was rock hard. It was all purple and seemed like it was about to explode. Mistress grabbed it in in her fist and squeezed so tightly it hurt. She then started pumping my penis; slowly at first, then faster and faster until she was masturbating me to one hell of an orgasm. I stared through teary eyes at the lights above me, feeling my whole body slipping from my control and being driven by my Mistress towards a huge orgasmic explosion. I was in a trance like state, giving up all control to my beloved mistress. As I was about to blow my load she suddenly stopped and quickly removed her hand from my penis, followed ever so slowly by the one in my ass, which came out with a loud pop. I shook violently in my restraints as I emitted a guttural howl of tortured frustration from not being able to orgasm.
Mistress laughed. The first real sound I heard from her since the beginning of my punishment session. She pushed her stool, moved towards my head, and took off the white surgical gloves. She wiped the tears from my eyes and the sweat off my forehead. ?Shhhhhh. It’s okay baby. You can take it for Mistress. You can take it all for me. This is for your own good, baby, and it will be over soon,? she whispered into my ear while petting my hair. Strangely enough, she managed to calm me down a little, despite the extreme agony and discomfort I was in. As I relaxed a bit, she took up position behind me again, put on a fresh pair of white surgical gloves and said, ?lets try again, baby.? Once more she started the horrible procedure of inserting her hand into my ass, finally forming a fist inside me. Also the masturbation started again, building up from a slow teasing rub to rapid fisting of my cock.
Then she stopped again. This time she did not wait long, just enough for my orgasm to subside, allowing her to start over again. I was going crazy from the combination of pain, lust and frustration. She repeated this cycle of torturous teasing five or six times. Mistress finally got up, disappeared behind me again and came back pushing a wheeled cart covered by a white cloth. She set the cart next to me and removed the cover, exposing a set instruments half of which I did not recognize. She took a pair of steel nipple clamps, and attached one to each of my nipples. She pulled on them and it felt like my nipples were going to be torn off my chest. Then she replaced her white surgical gloves and took a very large steel anal plug from the cart. She lubed the scary looking instrument and started pushing it against my abused anus. My sphincter finally gave in and opened up for the huge plug, which was firmly pushed into me until the while thing was embedded in me, only its wide base remaining outside. Removing the white surgical gloves, she took an electronic panel with lots of wires coming out of it, and attached a wire to each of my nipple clamps, penile sound and anal plug. I had already made out what she was planning, but nothing could have prepared me for the electrical shock that rocked my body to the core. I felt as if I was being split in half as the electricity coursed through me. Mistress sat next to me and cradled my head in her arms. She looked me in the eyes again, once more whispering words of encouragement into my ear. ?You can take for me, baby. You can take it for your dear Mistress.? However, I was too focused on the pain racking my body to hear or even notice her. She noticed that I was not paying attention to her, and she did not like that. Getting angry, she suddenly stuck her gloved fingers inside my mouth, causing an immediate gag reflex and stopping me from breathing. She first used her middle and ring fingers, reaching deep inside my throat, but then she added her index finger and finally her pinky, ramming her whole hand inside my wide-open mouth. The open-mouth gag prevented me from closing my mouth, and she just fucked my throat with her shiny black hand as the electricity agonizingly coursed through me.
Mistress was finally satisfied that I received a just punishment. She removed her hand from my mouth and replaced it with a soft, large, and very long dildo with a wider base, shoving the monster all the way down past my throat. The dildo’s wide base was larger than my mouth and remained out, stopping the dildo from slipping all the way inside me. At that point I was sure she intended to choke me to death, as I fought for my life, through the electricity, but I could not move a muscle.
Quickly she turned around and swiftly removed the ring from my penis, yanking the steel sound from the depths of my penis. I had absolutely no control on my body, and my penis just erupted as soon as the sound left it. All my blood was heading towards my penis and my semen flew into the air almost as high as Mistress’s head, if not higher. The electrical stimulation was still at full force, milking my penis and my nerve endings for every drop of cum. The choking sensation from the long dildo inside my throat removed any shred of control I had left. I convulsed in my place for a few moments until I felt about to faint from the lack of air and sheer sensory overload I was under. However, just before I lost consciousness, Mistress quickly shut off the electrical stimulation and yanked the dildo from my mouth, and I gasped for air. I still fell unconscious, though, the overall ordeal proving too much for me.
I was back in the dark again.
I woke up again, only to find my self in Mistress’s arms once more. She was petting my hair with her black-gloved hands, but something was different this time. She was looking me in the eye with a warm smile on her face; Mistress’s mask was gone. I watched her beautiful face and her starry-eyed expression of satisfaction – obviously she masturbated to her own earth shattering orgasm right after I fainted. More than that, however, I saw how proud she was of me, for taking all her punishment. I could not help but smile back, noticing my dreaded mouth-spreader was gone. I was happy that the ordeal was over, but I was also happy to see my Mistress so happy and proud of me.
?Are you okay, baby?? Mistress asked. I nodded. Then, all of a sudden, I felt a tsunami of emotions flooding my heart, and my tears started flowing. ?Awww baby, it ok sweetheart. It’s over. It’s all over now. I’m so proud of you!? said Mistress, still warmly smiling as she hugged me even closer, my cheeks against the cold latex covering her bosom. Mistress was everything to me, and in that moment she was my whole world. I would never disobey her again. My emotions took the better of me and my tears started flowing again. I buried my face into her latex bosom and was instantly transported into a perfect world of bliss and happiness in the service of my Mistress, my Queen.
?I love you Mistress.?
?I know, sweetie,? she replied sweetly
??I love you, mother.?
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I acted as if I hadn't heard her when Basheera talked about me marrying and deflowering her daughter. I mean what the hell was I going to say? "Sure, Sheba, I'd love to poke you daughter." Or, "I don't think so, Basheera, I was just fooling when I said I'd do anything for your family." I don't know what conclusions Basheera reached, because she kissed me again, and then threw me another curve. "Neeko, why do you not like Tahani?" Where was she getting this stuff? "I like...
Midnights Embrace In the darkest hours of the night she awakens gently, somehow sensing that she is not alone. Her deep brown eyes search through the veil of darkness that fills her bed chamber until, in the doorway she sees the silhouette of the Midnight Visitor whose arrival she has for so long desired. There is no feeling of fear or anxiety in her heart, only the feeling of cherished love that emanates from him like a calming warmth that pushes aside the chill of the winter...
"Nervous?"Natasha smiled softly, "Would you hate me if I said no?"Maria returned the smile and wrapped her arms around Natasha from behind, "I could never hate you Nat."Natasha smiled, "Well, isn't that cheesy."Ignoring the dig Maria pushed, "Seriously though, are you still ok with this? Because we can still cancel-""God no! I want this." Natasha said firmly, spinning around in Maria's arms and looking her girlfriend in the eye as she continued, "I've wanted this for so long, and now I finally...
"Nervous?"Natasha smiled softly, "Would you hate me if I said no?"Maria returned the smile and wrapped her arms around Natasha from behind, "I could never hate you Nat."Natasha smiled, "Well, isn't that cheesy."Ignoring the dig Maria pushed, "Seriously though, are you still ok with this? Because we can still cancel-""God no! I want this." Natasha said firmly, spinning around in Maria's arms and looking her girlfriend in the eye as she continued, "I've wanted this for so long, and now I finally...
Black Widow This story starts about 3 years ago. I was one of those typical self made men in America. Very popular and athletic, I had lettered in every sport that I tried. This success followed me through college, and was a major help upon graduation from college. I had alumni going out of their way to help me out, and I decided to go into the commercial real estate business. Business was far better than I even thought it would be. Within a year, I was grossing a mid six figure...
Black Widow In 2099ADBy Sonya Esperanto [email protected]:New York 2008The New Avengers were fighting for their lives. As for who were the New Avengers, they were America?s mightiest superhero team. Right now, they were fighting the robot army known as The Sentinels. The Sentinels stood over twenty feet and beams kept on coming out from their eyes and palms. Captain America shouted to his men, ?We thought this was never going to happen but looks like it is?. As for what he...
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This is a continuation Black Widow submits to S.H.I.E.L.D http://xhamster.com/user/penelopeslut/posts/524285.htmlLocation: The Mercer Hotel, SoHo, New York.Lat: 38N 53' 33.78" Long: 77S 3' 38.91""Nothing's been the same since New York," gasped Natasha Romanoff, shuddering as the firm hand met its target once more."Well that's literally the understatement of this century." Maria Hill replied coldly, her calm drawl noticeably clipped, at least while her breathing settled: "You've proven to be...
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In the darkest hours of a moonless night, she quietly awakens, not stirring, somehow sensing she is no longer alone. Her limpid eyes peer through the veil, searching wearily, hopefully, for he who has visited only in her dreams. Seeing nothing, she sighs deeply, and lays back into her pillow, resigned to another long and lonely night. Only then, as she gives up hope, does she discern the silhouette of her midnight visitor.There is no fear or anxiety in her heart. She feels only a sense of...
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This is a continuation:Black Widow submits to S.H.I.E.L.D http://xhamster.com/user/penelopeslut/posts/524285.htmlBlack Widow rises, while another falls between her...http://xhamster.com/user/penelopeslut/posts/529468.htmlBlack Widow Sexual Espionagehttp://xhamster.com/user/penelopeslut/posts/544277.htmlThe prisoner shuddered awake with a start: bolting upright only to rattle the chains holding her in place. Twisting in the wooden seat, the redhead groaned, head still spinning. Leaning forward...
Normally, I enjoyed the Friday night dances at the works when I was the duty manager. All I had to do was to ensure there was no trouble and to make sure the bar shut at 10.30 and the room was clear by 11.00pm so that security could release the guard dogs. I loved to dance, but tonight all the best girls seemed to have partners. But then my attention was drawn to a young lady dancing with one of the single men, she looked utterly bored, and the glance she threw me as she passed close by me...
EroticThis is a continuation Black Widow rises, while another falls between her...http://xhamster.com/user/penelopeslut/posts/529468.htmlabdThis is a continuation Black Widow submits to S.H.I.E.L.D http://xhamster.com/user/penelopeslut/posts/524285.htmlhtWatching the endless mill of washed out tourists from the veranda of the cheap cafe, Natasha Romanoff couldn't help but feel... inconspicuous. Lisbon was an old world tourist town, struggling to stay relevant in modern times; and yet she was here....
Christi was barely awake when she heard the knock on her door. Looking next to her at Arilee curled up in the sheets – smiling sweetly in her sleep – the Duchess couldn't help smiling as well.Another knock jolted her out of her reverie, this one registering in her mind as something requiring a response. Christi stretched, yawned, and then rose to pull on a robe. She opened the door a crack, to see it was Ashtar who was knocking."Sorry I am being to be disturbing you at such a very much early...
Fantasy & Sci-FiMy family isn’t uber-rich, but we’re not poor by any means. Our house is pretty big and I’m a bit spoilt sometimes. I’m a bit of a nerd, I spend most of the time on my laptop, but I go out with my friends a lot too, so I’m not a complete geek. The rest of my family is fairly large; I have 10 cousins and aunts & uncles, although they don’t live very near to us. Now you know my life story, l shall begin with the actual story. My parents usually leave me home alone and I babysit for other...
Book Three: The Rogue's Passionate Harem Part One: The Rogue's Embrace By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this. Chapter One: The Rogue's Embrace Sven Falk – Az, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch An owl hooted. Despite the hour, the streets of Az bustled with activity. The entire city had come awake thanks to the uproar. My shoulders itched as I ushered my women through the crowd. I felt exposed, naked, watched. Zizthithana and her...
CHAPTER 5: ACCEPT & EMBRACEThe Club Dining Room was equipped with about a dozen and a half tables that sat four people each. They could be moved together for larger groups. The Club served as a more formal dining environment compared to the cafeteria, which was assessable nearly anytime of the day or night. There were always people on duty at the facility.Jenna’s pass card got us to the level with of the Club. Jenna was nervous as we stepped out of the elevator and approached the door where...
I wander outside for some fresh air, to get away from the loud music, the smoke, the incessant chatter of the party guests. I stroll through the long garden, past one or two others who’ve also sought their escape, some to take a smoke, others to couple off and canoodle in some quiet corner. And then I spot them. They’re both married - but not to each other - and are heading down to the very bottom of the garden together, to where the lawn gradually gives way to the wood and the dark gloom...
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“Escaped convict, the black widow, strikes again, so far five dead.”David looked up at the screen of his television. The picture of a dark, attractive woman was on the screen.“If you see her, do not approach her. Call the police and report her whereabouts. This woman kills for pleasure, do not be her next victim.”David laughed, he loved a good horror story and all this scaremongering over the last month had tickled him.He was an egomaniac and could not help but think to himself, I could change...
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