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From: venus_diablo@my-deja.com
Subject: {ASSM} Story (mf, bond) - Mercy I
Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2000 06:10:04 -0500
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Mercy - I

  Sean moaned as Mercy ran her long, sharp nails down his back,
scratching five red lines in his pale skin.  Her other hand reached
around from behind him and grabbed his stiff cock, her nails digging
into his thobbing erection as her grip tightened.  He twisted,
struggling vainly against the heavy steel handcuffs that held him in
place, chained to the heavy brass bedstead, as Mercy pushed the tip of a
strap-on dildo against his puckered anus.
  "Here it comes, bitch," she whispered.  "I want you to watch when I
fuck you."  She grabbed a handful of his hair and dragged his head back,
pulling his gaze up to the reflection in the full length mirror in front
of the bed.
  He saw a fairly looking good man on his knees, gagged and handcuffed
to the metal rails in the heavy brass frame at the foot of a bed.  His
head was being hauled back roughly by the woman kneeling behind him, a
pale goth girl with long, straight black hair, her full lips painted
thickly with glossy black lipstick.  On her left cheek, Sean could see a
glistening line of cum, trailing down across her moist, glistening black
lips, where the thick white sperm as visible as chalk on a blackboard.
The trail continued down the girl's chin and neck, forming a small pool
at the top a thick black leather collar studded with a double row of
gleaming chrome spikes before dribbling over and trickling towards her
bare white shoulders.  Below the collar, her breasts were barely
contained by a black PVC corset, laced so tightly that her pale titties
threatened to spill over the top.  The shiny black corset pinched her
waist unbelievably tightly, and thick PVC straps and buckles helped hold
it in place, coiling around her slim body.  Below the girl's waist, his
body obscured the reflection, but he knew she wore nothing below the
corset except a pair of torn silk stockings, high heeled patent leather
knee boots and a big, black strap-on cock.
  Bobbing beneath his stomach, he could see his erection, stubbonly
refusing to fade even as Mercy prepared to fuck him up the ass, her cool
hand wrapped firmly around his cock and pulling firmly and rhythmically
at it.
  Mercy pushed her hips forward, and the thick tip of the veined rubber
cock began to push into Sean's virgin ass.  As his sphincter began to
stretch to accomodate it, Sean felt his cock twitch in her hand, and
remembered how he'd got into this...

*****

  Dan had been the one to suggest a goth club that night - his arguments
hadn't been great, but they'd been enough.  Where else, he'd asked,
could you find so many good looking chicks wearing leather, rubber and
fishnets?  Short skirts, long skirts slit high, thigh boots, corsets and
cleavage - those had been his arguments, and Sean had agreed.  Dan had
been right, too.  Most of the women in the club looked good, and damn
near all of them were dressed like models in a fetish magazine.  It was
hard to turn your head without seeing a pair of tits shoved up by a
corset or basque.
  Her tits had been the first thing Sean had noticed about Mercy.  They
were full and round, pale against the black PVC corset that pushed them
up and together, like a pair of grapefruit on a plate.  As she pushed
past him to the bar, he saw how tightly the lacing at the back of the
corset was, and the heavy PVC straps and buckles that held her slim body
in a curvy hourglass figure.  A long, tight purple velvet skirt fell to
her ankles, split almost to her waist to reveal a slim leg in a fishnet
stocking, crisscrossed with the cord that held the skirt closed.  Above
the stocking top, he could see a stretch of milky white thigh, the tight
cord digging into her flesh.
  She pushed through to the bar and rested a smooth ivory forearm on the
dark wood, her black nails scratching and tapping gently as she waited.
 Sean felt a hand grab his crotch, gripping his semi-hard cock tightly,
her sharp nails pricking through the denim of his jeans.  She turned her
head slightly and the thick leather collar she wore dug into the creamy
flesh of her neck, chrome spikes flashing in the lights, revealing a
pretty face with thin, arched eyebrows and full black lips.
  "Buy me a drink," she told him as she played with his cock, "and I'll
fuck you."
  Sean saw the flicker of a metal stud in her tongue as she spoke, and
waved the barman over.

Venus Diablo (venus_diablo@deja.com)


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