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Subject: {ASSM} Bands of Love (Bond Mf Rom) Part 2
Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 07:10:03 -0400
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   WARNING: 
   This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.  The 
following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains 
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex 
stories upset you, DO NOT read any further.  If it is illegal in your 
location, DO NOT read it.

   Reposting or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the
express, written permission of the author.

   DISCLAIMER: 
   All characters are fictitious.  Any resemblance to anyone
either alive or dead is purely coincidental. 
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   AUTHOR'S NOTE: This work was origanally writen by Tammad Rimilia in
1983, modified and ending added by Dingo_Dave with Tammad's permission. 
May Tammad RIP 
----------------------------------------------------

   In an phony British accent, he drawled "Right", sounding like someone
from the Monty Python show.  "Please remove your shoes, sit on this chair
here, and give me your left foot." As she sat and removed her shoes, he
opened up the top of the machine and inserted one of the partly curved
ankle bands.  It was an odd looking machine, not very deep but with two
disproportionately big hydraulic cylinders jutting out on both sides. 
There was a circular path extending through the machine, with the band
lying on the bottom of it.  Steve placed her ankle carefully atop the band,
and closed the cover.  After transferring some parameters from a fresh
looking piece of paper onto the three control dials, he paused.  "Still
sure you want to be banded?" he asked.  When she nodded yes, trembling
slightly, he pressed the button.  The room filled with the sounds of huge
compressors working harder and harder, underneath the din of which there
was the unmistakable shriek of cold hard metal being bent into a new shape.
The noise went on for several minutes, and Sara could feel the metal band
being formed into a cylinder around her leg.  When the cylinder was finally
complete and the band was clasping her leg with a steady even pressure, the
noise stopped abruptly, leaving the barn to fill again with the peaceful
sounds of insects and frogs at night.

   The man flipped up the lid, lifted out Sara's now banded foot, dropped
in the other band, drew her right foot in, closed the top, and restarted
the machine before Sara had been able to do more than stare at her leg. 
She seemed mesmerized by the shiny band of steel encasing part of her body,
where there had been only flesh a moment before.  She tentatively reached
out a finger and touched it After another minute, the machine shut off
again, and her right ankle, once again a mate to the left one, was returned
to her.  "They are much bigger than I expected" she said aloud.  "These
aren't some delicate female anklets, they look strong.  And they certainly
won't be overlooked." Two pairs of male eyes looked at her, expectantly, as
she took a few experimental steps.  "And they fell funny, too!  This will
take some getting used to."

   "Those are solid metal, Sara" Steve replied easily, sliding the next
band into the top of the machine and rolling her chair closer to the
machine.

   She looked at her right wrist uneasily, wondering about the wisdom of
what she was about to let him do to her delicate arm, then became decisive
again and sat in the chair.  She thrust the arm forward, and said "Please",
sounding slightly strained.  Steve dialed in some different settings,
placed her wrist in the proper spot, closed the top and activated the
machine.  The noise didn't go on as long, and soon Sara felt the band
closing around her wrist, gently but firmly.  When the machine shut off,
her right wrist was swiftly removed and her other replaced it, giving her
no time for additional doubts.  A few minutes of mechanical straining, and
her left wrist was also returned to her, banded.  "They are so nice" she
muttered, startled all over again at the sight of her bands.  She held her
arms out and with a sort of horrified fascination stared at the 3cm wide
circlets of steel.

   The final band was placed in the machine.  "Please bend over, Sara, and
put your neck right here" the man said, indicating the correct place.  She
quickly obeyed, but then got frightened and stood up again.  Both men
offered reassuring glances, so she bent at the waist and put her head
through the machine.  When the top was closed down on her, she knew what it
must have been like to have been be-headed in the French Revolution.  She
got more and more nervous when the machine didn't start, and didn't start.

   As she felt the heavy metal band being slowly bent to conform to the
shape of her throat "I'm engaged!  I'm going to get married!" the excited
part of her mind reminded her.  This line of thought got interrupted when
she felt tender fingers untying the bows which held her halter top in
place. Unconstrained by the fabric, her full breasts hung straight down,
and attracted two inquisitive hands.  When kisses followed, she couldn't
suppress a small moan.  As the kisses continued to land on her exposed
body, she felt the closure on her hot-pants being released, the
form-fitting clothing being slowly worked over her hips and down her legs.
At first she felt a bit anxious about having just been stripped naked while
kneeling in a stranger's barn, but knowing that it was just Dirk back
there, she relaxed and didn't struggle.  Caressing her nude body with a
lover's intimacy, he forced her legs apart and sent his tongue exploring
into her crotch.  Soon she was groaning in full fledged lust, the tongue in
her crotch seeming to drill right through her and come out in her mouth,
where it caressed Steve's cock.

   Sara always got a little distracted and crazy when she was nearing
orgasm, and this time was no different.  Dirk tongued her hard until she
orgasmed, then let her down easy and began building up again.  Dirk was
playing with her now, keeping her just on the brink as she worked the cock
in her mouth back to full erection.  She was so intent on what she was
doing, what was being done to her, that she didn't even notice when the
band closed it's grip around her throat.  Even the fact that the machine
shut off didn't merit notice.  After the cock finished pulsing a the second
time, it was withdrawn and not replaced.  A moment later Dirk stopped his
attentions, leaving her hanging on the brink.  He stood up, and opened the
top of the machine, releasing her, pulling her into his arms.

   Sara glanced around and saw that they were alone, so she ignored her
nudity and clung tight, moaning in need.  "Oh, Dirk, I need you so badly.
Please, take me, take me now.  Right here."

   "We aren't quite done yet, love.  Let's take a look at you." He lead her
over to a full length mirror neatly mounted on one of the walls.  "Wearing
my bands makes you look a thousand times more beautiful, darling.  You are
irresistible, the woman of my dreams.  I'm so happy you said yes, that
you'll marry me."

   "I'm very happy about that too, but I'm also feeling confused" she said,
preening for him before the mirror, staring unashamedly at her bands. 
"They are beautiful.  I've never seen anything like them."

   "Nothing to be confused about here -- you're a mighty fine looking
woman" a country voice drawled.  Sara instantly dropped one hand to cover
her crotch, trying unsuccessfully to cover the expanse of her luscious
breasts with the other arm.  "No need to be shy" Steve drawled on, "the way
I figure it, you just made love.  After that, what difference does a little
bit of clothing make?  You weren't exactly hiding anything when you came in
here, y'know."

   Sara blushed, and looked to Dirk for support.  He motioned for her to
lower her arms, so reluctantly, she did.

   "You would look much better if you arched your back more" Steve said
helpfully.  Dirk concurred again, so with a small sigh she arched her back
and thrust her breasts forward.  "Your pose would be even better if you
spread your legs slightly, opened your mouth, and stared down at the
floor." Alarmed, she looked at Dirk again, only to see him motioning
impatiently for her to do it.  She posed as directed, feeling somehow as if
a part of her was being violated, yet also feeling excited, vulnerable,
curious what Dirk would want her to do next.  He was going to be her
husband soon, so she figured he had the right to tell her to do these
things -- she just wished she knew what he was up to.  She was admired for
long minutes, and she enjoyed being the center of male attention.  Her
reservations melted as nothing but admiration greeted her preening, and
after a while she was getting downright suggestive in her posing.

   "Whoo whee, you've got yourself a might fine woman, Dirk, mighty fine.
But we need to get a move on, and finish up these bands.  Welding time."
Sara looked up, to see that the man was wearing a heavy apron, and had a
welders visor on his head.  He stepped over to a far bench, and pulled out
a heavy wooden chair.  When he gestured to Sara, she came over and sat down
in it, looking lost.  She squirmed, still in need.  On the bench before her
were two heavy clamps, and Steve carefully positioned her wrist bands into
them, and tightened them down until she could not move her forearms at all.
Handing a second welding visor to Dirk, Steve said "I'm sorry Sara, I've
only got two visors.  If you look at the spark while I'm welding, you'll go
blind.  I'm going to cover your eyes for a minute, to protect them.  OK?"

   She hesitantly nodded "yes".

   "Good.  Now let me fasten this seat belt here, and we'll get started."
He wrapped several turns of thick webbing around her waist and the chair,
securing her to the heavy piece of wooden furniture.  He reached up onto
the pegboard behind the bench, and pulled down a thick, supple leather
blindfold.  It was clearly quite old and well used, and Sara was surprised
that it had a permanent place in the workshop.  She began to wonder what
kind of work he did in here ordinarily.  Steve fastened it comfortably
behind her head, and checked whether Sara could see.  When she couldn't
there was a momentary pause, then warm lips were pressed to hers.  She
responded passionately, sending her tongue exploring the other mouth,
moaning as her passions rose again, demanding more and more with her
tongue..

   She was so embarrassed that her wrists were welded and polished smooth
before she had fully recovered her composure, and she was grateful for
being able to play ostrich and hide behind the blindfold.  When her arms
were released from the clamps, they were replaced with one of her ankle
bands.  Thanks her inability to see, she found it easy to relax and ignore
the fact that in all likelihood the men were staring at her wantonly
displayed body.  When a tender hand came wandering down her leg, or
caressed the curve of a breast, she couldn't tell who it belonged to, so
she just assumed that it was Dirk's, and enjoyed it.  She barely noticed
when her feet were exchanged, due to a set of teeth nibbling on her tender
nipples.  When it was time to weld her neck band, she was released from the
chair and made to stand, then bent over at the waist to place her neck into
the jaws of the clamp.  Because the table was a little lower than her
waist, she had to spread her legs in order not to have to bend over too
far, which she could tell met with male approval.  Hands caressed her ass
tenderly, sometimes running up between her legs all the way to her belly.
Having given up worrying about being seen, she tried to squirm prettily and
give them a good show.

   Sara couldn't tell who was doing what, but her need was so great that
the fingers gently exploring her crotch had little difficulty provoking an
orgasm from her.  Behind the blindfold, it seemed like a major event
comparable to the Fourth of July, and she was surprised at it's intensity.
Eventually, both she and the metalworking were done.  Even her ring had
been welded.

   "Next step is electroplating" Steve announced in his country drawl.  Her
blindfold was removed, and Sara looked curiously from one man to the other
and back again, trying to figure out who had done what.  Both faces were
impassive, and gave away nothing, which told her a lot.  The fact that both
of them resumed openly admiring her appealed to her vanity, and she
straightened up and spread her legs and did all the other things she had
been told to do last time.  She wanted Dirk to be proud of her.  "Nice,
very nice" Steve complimented her softly.  "It's always a pleasure to meet
a *real* woman, one who knows how beautiful her body is, and isn't shy
about enjoying the attention she so richly deserves." She smiled, flattered
at being the center of attention, no longer finding this older man
threatening.  She found his simple country manner charming.  And, she had
to admit to herself, all this male attention was exciting too.

   Dirk led her by the hand over to a strange rectangular wooden table,
standing somewhat more than waist high.  Steve asked her to bend over,
crawl under it, and stand on high wooden blocks.  When she had managed to
get into that awkward position her waist was attached to the underside of
the table with a heavy old leather strap, and two more criss-crossed her
chest to hold her shoulders up against the coarse wood above her.  Steve
pulled her hair up into a crude bun, and covered her head with a shower
cap. Then, he pulled a little table holding a deep yellow tray under her
neck.  The blocks were kicked away, and she hung suspended from the straps,
unable to touch the floor.  More yellow plastic buckets were brought, two
for her ankles, and two for her wrists.  Steve connected a cable to each of
her six bands of metal, and poured a brilliant blue solution into each
bucket until all the metal was submerged.  He slid a second electrode down
the side of each bucket, and then turned on the low hulking machine which
all the cables ran to.  A meter on the front read "3%", and it emitted the
strong hum of the power mains.  "You must not pull any of the bands out of
the solution, or you could be electrocuted.  Do you understand, Sara?" the
older man asked.

   "Yes" she whispered, sounding frightened, glad that Dirk was right there
beside her.

   "Good.  Try not to squirm too much" he said, replacing the blindfold on
her almost as an afterthought.  She hung there limply for a while, then a
set of lips began kissing up her right leg.  Shortly thereafter, a second
set of lips began kissing her left leg.  Sometimes one set would lap at her
crotch until she began to squirm and moan, and then return to her leg.  The
men were constantly trading places, and she had no idea who was doing what.

   "Hey, fellows, I really don't want to get zapped.  Can you cool it back
there?" she asked sweetly, trying to hide her nervousness.  There was no
reply from the men, and they continued to play her like an instrument. 
Sara hung there for a long time, being brought near to orgasm time and time
again and then left alone to cool down, until she didn't think she could
take it any longer.  She started asking for an orgasm, and still none was
allowed her.  She progressed to asking very nicely, and still they denied
her, saying nothing.  Finally, she started begging them.  That seemed to
have provoked some reaction, because she heard the sound of a metal lid
being unscrewed from a jar.

   Sara gasped when a finger began exploring the tight bud of her asshole.
"Hey!  That's the wrong hole!  Get away from there, that doesn't feel
good." It's load of lubricant was spread around, and the finger went back
for more.  And more.  Then, she was slowly entered.  "No!  Please, not my
ass.  That hole wasn't meant for you.  Come on, I'm desperately horny, why
not stick one of your thick meaty cocks into my cunt?" The finger didn't
stop, and Sara was reduced to making annoyed sputtering sounds in protest.
When it was finally all the way in, it began a slow rhythmic stroking, and
the tongue in her crotch began building her to a climax The burning in her
ass had started to fade, and although she didn't consider it to be a good
feeling, the pleasure buzzing in her vagina overwhelmed the strange
sensations in her ass.

   Sara found it hard not to swivel her hips madly to get more of the
stimulation, but kept in mind all the heavy cables attached to her body and
the warning about electrocution.  It was a real exercise in self control
for her to restrict her movements, but somehow she managed to hold herself
almost completely still.

   The men watched the dial on the machine creep up past "98%", then "99%",
and finally it hit "100%" and shut off automatically.  On cue, they pushed
her over the edge.  Restrained by the straps, restrained by not wanting to
be electrocuted (thought there was now no danger of that), and thrilled by
all myriad extra sensations from being stimulated by two men at once, a
cataclysmic orgasm overtook her.  She started screaming, something she did
only rarely, but by incredible force of will she managed not to move around
too much, the necessary constraints on her motions greatly intensifying the
sensations she was being forced to experience.

   When they had milked her for every drop of pleasure that she could
experience, the buckets of chemicals were taken away.  Dirk carefully
patted her dry with an old fluffy yellow towel and released her from the
straps to land in his arms.  He gathered her up tenderly and carried her
unresisting form outside, walking across the yard and into the house, going
straight upstairs to the guest bathroom.  He started the shower going,
shucked off his clothes, and carried her into the shower.  The warm water
revived her a little, and she came back to full awareness in the arms of
her lover.  She kissed him eagerly, but was too tired to do more.  Dirk
washed her carefully, making sure that all the chemicals had been removed
from her bands, and her skin.  The bands all sparkled, having a mirror
smooth gold finish without a single trace of a seam anywhere.

   As they were finishing up, mostly just sitting there and enjoying the
warm water playing across their skin, the older man stuck his head into the
shower.  Sara tried to cover herself again, but at Dirk's gentle urgings,
she allowed her hands drop away again.  "Make yourselves at home.  Your
room is across the hall.  Everything you might need is in the dresser or
the closets.  Let's have brunch at 11.  Sleep well!" Steve let the shower
curtain fall back in place, and was gone.  They dried off, and Dirk lead
Sara off to their room.

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