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Destiny's Welcomed Fate
Talking across the cyber lanes; sharing desires, and speaking of dark things,daring whispers. Such secrets are only safe when shared with a hidden stranger.It was then that I began this twisted plot to gain my desires and at the sametime quench the mysteries you sought answers for.
It must have seemed quite innocent when it arrived... it was meant too.Or perhaps simple blind luck, a commodity that had so often escaped you inthe past, how could you question its plain arrival now?
A free week's vacation at a quiet, secluded lake resort. I made it appearas a promotion lottery, designed to attract publicity for the resort. Onlya simple phone call to a toll free number and your fantasy... your shaded secret,began to unfold before wondering eyes.
You seemed quite excited telling me about it when we spoke that night. Isat here chuckling as I encouraged you to take the entire time for yourself, "Leavethe kids with their dad for a week, girl. You need to take some time for justyourself, rest, and relax." ...
Do you remember girl? Did you notice that this particular resort lay exactlyhalf way between the distance that has separated us, continually frustratedour will? You were so easy to convince, I can only wonder if you already knewmy intent, but the shell of propriety surrounding you, forbade seeing or acknowledgingsuch hidden desires.
You made your plans so quickly girl, you left that very weekend.
I waited for you to arrive. I knew that that these cabins were fully modern,computers equipped in each one. When you logged in to our chat room that nightyou seemed disappointed to find me still at home. Did you think I would beso easy, girl? I made you wait for two days before I finally packed some specialitems into a black duffel bag, gassed up my truck and began the 5-hr. driveto the secluded lake, which now held the answers to all my perverted dreamsand evil desires. Arriving just before dusk, I parked my car at a nearby scenicoverlook, grabbed my black bag and using a hiking trail through the woods,I walked the remaining mile to an intersection with a long winding road thatled to your cabin.
My first sight of you was as you stood on the cabin's deck overlooking thelake. The sheer light of a crescent moon silhouetting your night-gowned form.You appeared to be searching the darkness, already awaiting your fate. Welcomingit, longing for it, even as a stony fear gripped the depth of your stomach.Was that a sigh, as you turned and re-entered the cabin, girl? Lights flashingoff, followed by a brief burst of light from your bedroom window, and thenonly your shadowed form, hiding in the very darkness you sought... lurkingat the window... searching... searching.
I waited for three damn hrs, girl! Cloaked by the shadowing trees, mosquitoesdrawing their fair share of my blood. I vowed your suffering would at leastequal mine. Finally, assured you were really asleep, and certainly believingthat tonight was just another evening of unfulfilled hopes, and fears neverfaced, I quietly approached the cabin stopping at the foot of your door. Wonderingif you would be so bold, I test the latch... why am I not surprised? It isopen. Silent as a cockroach, I wind my way into your inner sanctuary. Openingmy black bag I rummage through a small collection of ski masks choosing thebright red one. The color of blood, perhaps it would remind you of the dangerousline you have crossed this night. Also removing a set of steel handcuffs anda coil of rope, I creep to your bedroom door. Yes girl, the door has been welloiled; it opened silently allowing my entrance as I approached your sleepingoutline in the shadowy bedroom. I gaze at you for a moment, sleeping so peacefully,unprotected and vulnerable.
Sudden movement forces my commitment, you turn fitfully in your sleep, eyesfluttering open. Jumping forward I grip your hands and before you wake completely,I snap both wrists into the cold, steel manacles. Grabbing the attached ropeand taking full advantage of your sleeping and surprised state, I drag youunceremoniously out the bedroom door, into the main cabin, where, in typical "outdoorcabin motif" a 12 ft square wooden beam stretches over the entire spanof the cabin ceiling. Intended to support the cabin roof, this night this sturdybeam would also support your weight, my lovely slut... for a night of my ownspecial pleasures.
Tossing my end of the rope over the beam I pull you to the center of theroom, stretching your arms above your head till you rise slightly on the solesof your feet. Stepping to a far corner of the room, I tie my end of the ropeto a steel ring on the fireplace mantel. I step back, allowing you a momentto come to terms with your predicament. Time to realize that at last, you hadcrossed the line you had always feared to step over. For several minutes youfight, pulling hard on the lines that support you, hoping they may break, oryou might somehow slip out of the hard steel entrapping your wrists. You scream,calling for help, begging for mercy, and finally cussing me, naming me as thebastard, which I assure you girl.... I truly am. But your screams will go nowhere,they are held firmly within these cabin walls. Any muffled whispers, whichmight escape to wandering ears, would surely be considered as nothing morethen the shrill screams of a rabbit, trapped for a final eternity between theteeth of a snarling wolf. Come girl... feel with certain finality, the sharpnessof my teeth.
Pulling my bag from the floor, trying to ignore your cursing, I pull outa 3-foot spreader bar with Velcro ankle cuffs and a long rubber riding quip.I circle you carefully, as your eyes fall to the items I hold in my hands youglare at me and new resistance rises. You prepare to attempt to strike outwith your foot. Silly girl, in your current position, your every move is telegraphedbefore it has even begun. As your foot rises to the top of its futile arc,one quick flip of my wrist brings the riding quip smartly down upon the soleof your bare foot. It is clear that you are strong, but you are also very foolish.Sadly, I must set a firm example. Walking around you I strike a quick successionof blows against your tender flesh. Your outer thighs and buttocks are sooncovered with slowly reddening stripes. Standing in front of you I hold outthe spreader bars and for the first time command you with my voice. "Youwill extend you foot, on the floor, and allow me to place your ankle in thiscuff".
Your slowness to obey required immediate correction. When I finished circlingyou this time, and your cries finally stopped, I merely held out the spreaderbar and waited as your foot slowly extended awaiting the ankle cuff, whichI quickly placed securely around your right ankle. Stepping back I pointedto the left foot and the other end of the spreader bar. You seemed to realizethat this was truly the end, the final line, which once crossed, could neverbe taken back, only accepted and acknowledged with the weight of your shame.With a final sob of defeat, any final possibility of your escape was endedwith the quick snap of the Velcro cuff.
Now certain of your containment, I proceeded at a leisurely and happy paceto empty most of the remaining contents of my black bag; laying them one byone before your fearful gaze. A set of steel nipple clamps, attached togetherby a short golden chain, a long black silk scarf, 3 butt plugs of increasingsize, a candle, assorted lengths of rope, duct tape and several other delightfulimplements that clearly you had no idea of their intended purpose. Finally,removing it with a flourish and a wave through an imagined enemy in the air....a 7 inch hunting knife.
Your eyes widened as I approached you with the sharp knife. Perhaps youreally have gone to far, in the search for this hidden fantasy. Raising thehem of your nightgown, I place the flat of the cold metal blade against theskin of your exposed stomach, slowly sliding it down. A quick flip of my wrist,causes a sharp intake of breadth, but the knife has already completed its task,as your thong panties fall in shredded tatters to the floor. With your cuntfinally revealed, I cannot resist. Reaching out my hand I allow my finger tograze the top of your hooded clit. I am rewarded with a moan and a flush ofwetness upon my hand. Bringing my finger to your lips, I rub your own juicesall over your face. For it is the final admission of your coming defeat, yourown body betrays your truest desires, girl. The knife makes quick work of yournightgown, and at last you stand naked and vulnerable before me.
It was then almost 8 pm, there was a very important game on Monday nightfootball which I had no intention of missing. I had to hurry to finish preparingyou for the evening's coming games. Starting with the scarf, I wrap it overyour eyes tying it firmly in place. Picking up the smallest butt plug, I placeit before your lips. "Wet this good girl, it is the only lubrication itwill receive."
You seem to almost spit on the plug, attempting to coat it with as muchslippery saliva as it will possibly hold. Pressing it firmly against the ringof your nether hole, this small plug slides far to easily into the depths ofyour bowels and locks firmly in place. Again you moan, enjoying these slightpreliminaries. Very soon your limits will be stretched far beyond where youever thought you could go. Tired of hearing your sobs, I pick up the duct tapeand your torn panties. Holding your nose till your mouth opens for air, I quicklyshove the wadded panties in, securing them with a doublewide strip of tape.Leaning close to your ear, I whisper harshly. "You have this silly fantasygirl ... to be raped in your ass. You need not fear that fantasy's possiblereality, I have no intention of raping your ass tonight. It is not rape whenyour ass has been finally granted to me by your own lips. Let there be no mistakesilly girl, before this night is over, you will beg me to penetrate fully,that hole upon your body, which you have guarded and held selfishly for solong."
One final piece to complete your initial preparation, headphones were placedover your ears. Connected to my portable CD player, which plays a speciallyprepared disc just for this night girl. A recording of Nazareth's, "LoveHurts," it is on a loop recording, so it will play continuously. Veryappropriate music for the evening's plans. Don't you agree girl?
Before leaving you in your prison of darkness and blaring sound, I cup themound of your pussy, rubbing firmly your hard clit and allowing one fingerto probe the wet depths of your hole. Your pelvis thrust forward seeking morepressure upon the sensitive nub, but I quickly back away leaving you strainingagainst your bonds, unsatisfied.
I turn the TV on and settle down with a cold beer in hand for a very goodfootball game. I took full advantage of every commercial break to continueour private game. I still believe it was the hot wax and ice cubes that evokedthe greatest response from you. The sensation of cold ice upon already hardnipples, followed by the surprise of hot wax replacing the ice as fiery dribblescooled and hardened against sensitive flesh. At half time I replaced the smallbutt plug with the medium sized plug. Oiling this one I inserted it with onesmooth push, fully encasing it beyond the tight ring of your ass as you groaneda muffled plea of protest... and so our game continued.
The other game lasted, (as most football games do), for almost three hrs.At some point near the end of the game, I attached the nipple clamps firmlyto your erect nipples, wrapping the chain around your neck and pulling it tightso that any raising of your head caused painful pulling and stretching of thetender nubs.
The end of each and every commercial was completed the same way. My handand fingers furiously rubbing and penetrating your sex. Bringing you each timenear the brink of your pleasure, but always withdrawing before the crest couldbe attained. By the end of the game, you were sobbing into your gag from frustration.Your pelvis circled, searching the cold air, attempting to will it into a hardenedtool that might cause some minor degree of friction against your dripping cunt.
With the football game over, it was finally time to devote my entire attentionto you and my own desires. I release the rope that holds your arms extended,you collapse into a weakened ball to the floor. Moving a barstool, I lift youover it, resting you upon your stomach, pulling your arms immediately downand fastening the handcuffs to the bottom rung of the stool. A short pieceof rope tied first to the spreader bar and then to the stool, assured yourcomplete immobility. I remove your blindfold, for I wish to see the terrorof the unknown reflected deeply within the pool of your eyes. I am rewardedwith exactly what I seek as I pick up the final butt plug, and your eyes wideneven as your head begins to shake furiously. It was rather large... wasn'tit girl? Fully 3 inches in diameter at its widest point, it had never beensuccessfully used, for I had yet to find a girl willing to accept it. But yourwillingness that night, girl.... was simply not a question open for debate.
Standing behind your trembling form, I poured warm oil generously over themonster plug, allowing an ample portion to drip and spread around your alreadydelightfully stretched anal ring. I waited a moment, a time of reflection foryou to ponder your fate. Standing back I stroked my shaft with an already oiledhand, gazing proudly at my new creation, your fight was almost ended. No longerstruggling to gain your freedom, you hung limply within your bindings. Bothyour holes raised to a perfect line of attack, legs spread wide, your pussylips opened just enough to allow a perfect view of your erect clit. Your torturedlittle nubbin, played with for so long, yet seemingly, denied forever; andstill it stood alert, drenched with your copious fluids.
I took pity on you then, girl, and simply to show the power of my grace,I reached out extending a level of mercy. I released the clamp from your rightnipple, rubbing it gently as the blood painfully returned. Even though yourhead was now free to rise, you did not look up. You could not see my pridefilled smile at that special moment, could you girl?
Now, I returned to the task at hand, for even with mercy's considerationgiven, your next task had already been given fates final seal. Gently removingthe plug in your ass and oiling the final butt plug with one last liberal coating,I press it home, watching as the ring of your ass extended around the wideningend of the huge plug. Your head began to shake, and there were muffled screamsthrough your gag. But we are almost there now, barely 1/2 inch remains to finallyenclose the widest edge of the invading plug.
Standing directly behind you I slapped the lips of your pussy with the greasedhead of my cock. The sudden burst of pleasure mixed with pain gave exactlythe response I desire from you... a quick intake of breath, followed by a softmoan. With one final twist, I corkscrew the plug pressing it firmly, and justas the overstretched ring of your ass makes it final crawl over the hard rubber...I ram the full length of my greased shaft firmly and entirely into the wetdepths of your womb, holding it there till you adjusted to both invasions ofyour most private regions.
You were so funny as I withdrew from you, grasping me with your musclesin a futile battle as I left you empty once more. Hoping so desperately forthat one small amount of friction that would finally grant your release. Butnot yet, I have one last toy there before you, surely you have wondered ofits purpose?
An elbow length, leather glove with nylon ropes extending from it. Ahhhthis toy is of my own design, and you will be my beta tester to work out thebugs. Releasing your right wrist from its handcuff, the leather glove is wrappedaround your hand and secured, forcing your first three fingers and your thumbinto a fist, held there tightly by the encasing leather. Your forefinger isallowed to exit the glove... and for the moment, allowed to move freely. Alongthe back of the glove are three metal rings with long strands of nylon ropeattached to each one. The first ring is located just above the wrist, the secondjust behind the wrist, and the last one is located just behind your elbow.
I produce the final piece to this new toy, a steel cross with four remotecontrolled pulleys attached to each point of the cross. Centering it on thespreader bar now separating your legs, I screw it firmly in place aligningit so that it rest directly behind your exposed and gaping holes. Pulling yourhand up between your legs, I attach each rope from the glove to its appropriatepulley on the steel cross resting behind you. We were almost ready then, justone last adornment, a gold ring slipped over your extending forefinger withthe final rope running back and looped through the remaining pulley on thecross.
Picking up the remote control I press the first button and see a welcomingturn of the pulley as your entire arm moved backward. Playing with it a bit,pushing the buttons for each pulley and adjusting the tension, I soon becamequite skilled in positioning your hand. I slowly manipulated it near your drenchedand waiting pussy. Not quite touching, yet close enough to allow you're forefingersolid contact once I released the rope now restraining it.
You had one final step to complete girl, you had progressed very well sofar accepting your ordeal; but you have not yet signed the contract of yourfate with the conviction of your own voice. Kneeling before you, I gently removethe tape covering your mouth and remove the panty gag. Holding a glass of coolwater before you, I allow you to drink your fill, replenishing the fluids youhave been losing elsewhere.
Slowly, I release the tension on the rope holding back your questing forefingeruntil contact is made, and the first knuckle slides into your hole. Furiouslyyou stroke yourself. Kneeling, I whisper in your ear, "Your body betraysyou girl, look at you, tied spread eagle as a complete stranger uses your flesh,and yet your pussy is drenched with a continuing flow of juices. Do you darestill deny that you have enjoyed your punishment tonight and that your soledesire right now is for me to grant you the final gift of pleasure to yourbetraying lust?"
You refuse to answer... one last testament to the final remnants of theproper young girl role you have fought so valiantly to maintain. But as youfeel the tightening pull of the rope holding your finger, causing it to withdrawonce more before the final wave can be crested. I saw it in your eyes girl,the moment I had won.
"You know what I must hear girl, if you wish my gift."
Your sigh was clearly one of a defeated animal, "Yes Sir, use me asyou please, my body, all of it is here for your pleasure alone."
Close but not quite perfect. "What is it you wish girl, I must hearit?"
You cry is as a bleating animal, "My ass Sir, please fuck me there,I have always desired to offer it to you Sir."
With one sudden pull I remove the butt plug blocking the entrance to mynew hole to play with, mounting you from behind, I grasp your hair, pullingyour head back sharply, "What you wish for girl, is also what I desire."
In one steady motion, I enter you and slide to the furthest depths of yourbowels. I allow you only a brief moment to adjust to this new invasion, fardeeper than anything you have experienced so far. Then I begin a steady sawingin and out of your extremely tight nether hole. Your whole body shook fromthe force of my attack, but soon you were greeting my every thrust with anequal thrust of your own. Sensing your approaching climax solely from the brutalfucking of your tender ass, I reach around to grasp the hood of your clit, "Notyet girl, never before me."
The sharp pinching of your clit sent you into spasms of pain, but it succeededin squelching once more, the rising storm in time. It also caused the musclesof your ass to clench me in a series of milking motions that were bound tosend me over the edge toward my own release. With a single cry of victory Iburied myself to the hilt in your ass. Did you feel it girl? As my hot spunksprayed the deepest walls of your ass and I achieved finally what I had onlydreamed of before.
Kneeling before you, I gently lift your head to gaze into your glazed eyes,drawing your lips towards mine I kiss you fully allowing our tongues to entwine.I whisper to you, "You have pleased me well girl, I now offer you my giftand grant you your pleasure."
I release your hand from the leather glove, it flies immediately to yourwaiting cunt and you began a frantic rubbing of your tortured clit. I sat infront of you, watching your darting eyes as I stoked myself to new hardnessbefore you. Your moaning increases, a small drop of blood appears where youhave bit your lip so hard in concentration seeking your release... preciousrelease. The crest approaches, you looked at me, a haggard look of desperation.Did you suspect that I would find a reason to withdraw my gift yet again? Notso girl once granted my gift could never be revoked.
A simple smile of pride from me was all your weary body required. The waverose and rose with power that could never again be denied, and once it smasheddown upon your waiting form, you were swept away, reborn within cascading wavesof pleasure.
Still stroking myself, I felt my own release building once more. Reachingacross to grasp the chain still attached to your one nipple I pull it tightstretching the nipple to its limits. The new input of pain mixes with the overwhelmingpleasure just beginning to recede in your body. It transforms into somethinga hundred times more powerful. As your hand continues to furiously abuse yoursex, a new wave begins to rise. Your eyes see the tight stretching of yourtit and realization of my final act upon your tortured frame dawns within yourmind. You surprise me, girl. You actually begged me to do it. "PleaseSir, pull it from my nipple Sir... Oh God Sir... I am soooo close again...Please Sir"
This final acknowledgment of your twisted desires was sheer music to myears. With a steady pull on the chain I increase the pressure till with a finalrelease, its hold upon your sensitive nipple is lost. The sudden pain followedby the new blood rushing into your deprived flesh succeeds in sending you forone final ride. As your body shakes and convulses in its bindings, I strokemyself to a second release, spraying your face with my very essence. My delightfulcum drips down your face as your waiting tongue extends fully hoping to catchsome small portion to taste.
At last, completely sated, I rise leaving you still twitching in your bindings.Entering the bathroom I turn the water on to begin filling the double Jacuzzi.Returning to you, I was at first alarmed as you lay very still against thebarstool still holding you. But on closer observation... although your eyeswere closed, your chest rose and fell rapidly, and one finger was still embeddeddeeply in your pussy, as it slowly continued to rotate, no doubt searchingfor one last scrap of pleasure which still might have lain hidden somewherewithin your very depths.
I released you from all your bindings and caught your exhausted body intender arms. Rising, I carry you to the waiting Jacuzzi. Lowering you intothe steaming water, resting your head upon my chest, supporting you as thehot water and soothing jets erase your stiff muscles. I clean you with a softsponge till your entire body is pristine and fresh once more.
Floating freely there in the hot water, I whispered to you my great happiness,my pride of you. So far you traveled in just one night of exploration. Andyes girl, I whispered my love for you. My own shameful acknowledgement of howyou now held me in my own prison, encaged for a lifetime.
Waiting there.... just till you began drifting away into a pleasant restfulsleep, I lifted you, and wrapped you tightly in warmed towels. Carrying youto the bedroom, you snuggled tightly into my chest and whispered softly tome, "Thank you Sir, this night will always be special to me, and as Ilay you on the bed, "But please Sir, tomorrow night can you wear the bluemask? And Sir, please don't be so gentle." and with one final sigh, whisperedso softly I could barely hear it, "I love you Sir", you were finally gone,escaping to a place where pain could not exist, and nightmares are forbidden,a place of only treasured memories and precious dreams.
I watched you for some time as you slept naked beside me. I was alreadyplanning the next night's possibilities; your final sleepy words spurring myimagination. Silly girl, did you really think that I would not continue totest your highest limits? You may not have so freely discarded my desire tobe gentle with you that first night, if you knew the rest of the items stillresting, hidden in my bag.
A large assortment of body jewelry, piercing tools, and a branding ironwhich contained my personal mark. I chuckled quietly as I examined closelyyour sleeping, naked flesh, plotting potential alterations in my mind, forI now had no doubt. Before this week would end, you would not only acknowledgewith your lips your flesh as mine. You would also beg to be properly adornedand branded with my personal mark.
With such thoughts rolling pleasantly in my mind and your warm flesh nestledfirmly against me, I also drift to sleep. For me, a place of dreams not aspleasant as yours, but every bit as enjoyable.
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