Message-ID: <29839asstr$987246603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <dingo_dave@email.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <382419733.987202182312.JavaMail.root@web446-ec.mail.com> From: dave <dingo_dave@email.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-WM-FaxTo: Subject: {ASSM} Bands of Love (Bond Mf Rom) Part 2 Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 07:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/29839> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, RuiJorge ****************************************************** 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. ****************************************************** 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. ************************************************************** Comments? Dingo_Dave@email.com ---------------------------------------------- FREE! 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