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The Staircase
By Michael Alexander
The light from the window cascaded downward into a thousand glittering fragments,spilling out across the dark stained steps of the staircase. It was the light,and the knowledge that he was at work, that almost gave her the courage todescend into the half-lit darkness below. Her fingers tightened on the carvedbanister and her knuckles whitened under the pressure. What dark secret didhe possess so utterly that the very though of broaching the borders of hissanctum turned her quivering with fear and away?
What does he keep down there? She thought to herself.
The apple she had been eating was forgotten and it rested in her hand likea pool of blood. Its skin matched the shade of her lips and the small dressthat covered her body. She felt a small draft slip up the stairs, caressingher toes through the high heeled sandals that accentuated her legs so perfectly.Her lips turned upward in a small smile at the thought of his eyes wideningwith longing whenever he saw her like that.
What does he keep down there?
But secrets were meant to be discovered and her eyes narrowed. What did hekeep in that forbidden basement? Why did he have her swear never to descendinto that realm? What did he keep behind that door. She giggled nervously.She didn't even know if it was locked! Her eyes glanced round at the flutteringgolds of sunlight and suddenly the apple dropped from her hand, thumping androlling down the flight in a complicated dance of chaos.
Her mouth parted in a gasp, half realizing what she had done and why. Herfingernails dug into the wood as she berated herself.
What does he keep down there?
Her mind pictured an ancient bachelor pad, with faded leather sofa, beercans rusting in pyramid like piles on side tables, the room smoky from endlesscigarettes. She saw in her imagination young girls, runaways, being broughtthere to be used and discarded like tissue, in an ecstasy of flesh. Her mindturned toward the memories of his hands on her own body as she lay across thecouch in his study. No! Her breath became more rapid and she felt herself ripening.
What does he keep down there?
She thought of his demanding presence, his ever conscious control, and shesaw in her imagination the maniacal restraints and tools he must keep hiddenbelow. She examined his wooden rack, and the slanted table. Her fingers glidedover the polished wood of the open stocks, and her eyes widened as she sawwhip upon whip, of every style hanging in its proper place on the wall.
And then suddenly she felt his fingers encircling her arm and he was there.His face an angry mask at her disobedience. With sudden ferocity he rippedher dress from her, baring her chest to his eyes. He flung her forwards towardthe open stock and her stomach rippled in fear as he pushed her body downwardinto the holes. Her wrists and head were caught in the mouth of oak and shefelt him kicking her legs apart. Her skin prickled as the leather manacleswere strapped around each ankle, high above the last strap of the sandals.
Her ears heard the metal clinking and as he stepped away she tested the bondson her limbs, pulling against the links of chain holding her legs apart, andthe long heavy beams of wood holding her wrists and head. Her heart flutteredagainst her chest and her breathing came in long rasps like the sound of driednewspapers being blown along the gutter.
She felt his presence behind her and tensed as the cool touch of metal slippedbetween her skin and the crimson red lace panties she wore. The sound of thematerial parting, of thread being severed, was like a hushed whisper in thedark, felt more than heard. The air wafted over her thighs and then she couldsee them, laying on the floor below her like the fallen flag of a defeatedenemy.
The sting of the crop as it landed on her buttocks shot through her likea cannon. She cried out suddenly, filled with shock and pain. She pulled againstthe stock, feeling the soft touch of the cotton padding on her skin, but shecould not move and she felt the second blow more firmly that the first. Ithad landed with a ringing crack, like the report of a gun, and her body spasmedforward. Her voice broke from her throat, a thin high pitched moaning as thereality of her degradation seeped deep with in.
The crop came again, and then again, in a succession of biting swings thatbrought tears to her eyes and the flushed look of hot skin to her buttocks.She felt herself squirming, involuntarily swinging her hips from side to side,trying to cool herself. Then she sensed his hand touching her, up between herlegs, exciting her and bringing the cool luxury of pleasure to her ravagednerves. She ripened, becoming moist and tender and swollen against his lighttouch.
And then it was gone, replaced by the cold inhuman feeling of leather andshe tried with all her might to close her legs and raise her body upward. Butthe chains held and the crash of the crop against her swollen sex brought astab of pain that radiated upward from between her legs and swelled upwarduntil it seemed to escape through the tips of her breasts.
He swung again, and the crop landed wetly in the folds of her flower. Hermind began to tremble, closing down against the intense sensations. And thenhis fingers were there again, touching, caressing, feathering her. She closedher eyes and moaned loudly, full of uncertainty but with the hope of promise.She felt him part her and slip his thumb deep into her body, filling her withjust enough to bring a wave of gratification to her nerve ravaged body.
She felt the long nimble fingers of his other hand slide up her body to herdangling breasts, caressing the curves and slopes of her torso as he foundthe small and tender nub of her breast. She bit her lip lightly, expectinga pinch, but he merely flicked his nail back and forth across her nipple, elicitinga gasp and causing her body to respond with a swelling rise.
She moaned as the torture continued, his finger grazing the swollen nippleand his thumb moving imperceptibly inside her body. The stocks creaked as shestressed the wood, pulling on it with more and more force as he continued hispleasuring. A breaking snap filled the air and the top of the stocks came askew,freeing her hand.
He growled loudly and pinched her nipple hard, bringing streams of salt-ladentears to her eyes. He took her wrist and she felt the cold encircling biteof handcuffs and then she was free and he yanked her up, his fist entwinedin her dark hair. She teetered in his grasp, balancing on her heels, stilllocked to the floor.
The steel cuffs clinked loudly, chinking their way tighter on her other wrist,locking her arms behind her back. He held her upright, letting her find herbalance and then moved in front of her, frowning deeply at her attempts atfreedom. She glared at him rebelliously and he snatched at both of her nipples,yanking her creamy mounds outward in anger. She cried out, pulling backward,and she felt her skin pulling, almost tearing as he held on tightly. Her backarched and suddenly she was falling backwards. She screamed as her world toppled.
She slammed down hard onto the slanted table, the cuffs digging into thesmall of her back. Her breath exploded out of her and she sucked air back intoher lungs. His footsteps sounded loudly in the room as he walked to the sideof table and tilted her to her side. She felt the metallic embrace of the cuffsreleasing one tender wrist and then her hands were drawn upward by his strength.
Her arms were stretched outward, drawn so far up she thought they would popfrom their sockets. Each tendon in her shoulder was taut and tight, tuned likethe high string of a harp. Her feet had come up off the floor, held down onlyby the clenching of metal and leather. She saw his head bend downward and thetension eased. She pulled herself upward onto the slanted table, her sandalsscrabbling for a hold on smooth end. But then her legs were yanked apart againand she felt her master locking each ankle restraint to the extended eyeboltson each side of the table.
He returned to the wall, eyeing the numerous whips and crops that hung likethe strange tableau of a maniacal jockey. He pulled a murderous looking whipfrom the wall, its long knotted cloth strands dangling like the yarn hair ofa child doll. He flung it over his shoulder with a flick and the sound of itspassage through the air swished through the room.
She tensed. Her legs pulled upward at the knees and her arms tightened. Sheheld herself ready, wondering what part of her was to be subjected to the fiercebite of the cloth whip. Her warmly stung bottom snuggled against the cool woodbelow her as she closed her eyes.
The sound of the whip was not enough warning to prepare her for the spurtof pain that shot upward from her breasts. A wave of cool air brushed her facefrom its passing, unnoticed in the overwhelming juice of sensation that floodedinto her mind. Her body danced on the table, jumping with the overload of feeling,not even settling enough to prepare for the next blow.
Over and over the strikes came, pounding into the soft flesh of her bosomlike an unrelenting rain. Her breasts ached and stung and her skin steamedhot and swollen. He dropped the whip and returned into view with a drippingrag. He swung it through the air, whirling it madly as tiny droplets of waterspun from it, sprinkling her skin. Her body spasmed and then he slapped itdownward over her breasts, coating them with the cold and dripping cloth.
She arched her back upward, feeling the intense coolness sear into her inflamedflesh like ice. Her mouth opened and shut, trying desperately to give voiceto a feeling she could not describe. But as she writhed against the table'sbonds, the pent-up heat of her beaten breasts warmed the strip of cloth, quicklyrelieving the frigid temperature.
Suddenly she felt the soft touch of his thumb between her legs, pushing upwardinto her body, rolling her tender flesh from side to sire with his forefinger.She moaned loudly, feeling the exquisite feelings of pleasure surge forwardthrough her loins like the fire that had fed upon her bosom. She arched herhips upward into him, surging forward.
And then she opened her eyes and saw she was still standing at the top ofthe stairway. She looked downward and realized that she had pushed her soddenpanties aside and slipped her own fingers into her body. She quickly removedher hand, unconsciously straightening the pulled up hem line of her dress.Her mind flashed back through the memory of her day dream and she looked backdown at the fallen apple core as it lay against the wooden door at the bottomof the stairs.
Her head jerked upward at the sound of the garage door opening and she knewhis footsteps would be echoing down the hall in moments. Her heart flutteredand she took a single step downward. Her mind screamed out in question andshe set her mouth firmly, steadily descending the steps toward the fallen core.She picked up the apple at the base of the steps and she looked at it, dustyin the golden sunlight. She started back up the stairs. Just as she steppedonto the main floor she felt the strong grip of his fingers encircling herarm, his face a strong mask of anger at her disobedience.
And she smiled.
The End
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