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From: mrledft@aol.com (MR LEDFT)
Subject: {ASSM} Monolith m/f, bdsm
Date: Fri, 11 May 2001 13:10:03 -0400
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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by person(s) 
under the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are over 21, and will not 
present/show this to any minors. This work having been posted to the 
newsgroups is considered copyrighted from the author. Please do not 
republish, copy, or post without prior consent of the author. Copyright 
MasterKink, 2001. Other stories are posted at my site:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MastrKink 


Monolith


They arrived in two's and three's; small clusters of people parking their cars
in various places, then converging on a brightly painted doorway that led up to
the second floor of the fashionable art gallery.

The owners were respected in the community for their charitable works and
support of the arts.  But like these denizens of the dark, they had their other
"life"as well.

They all wore regular clothing, but if one looked closely, you could see the
odd little bits and pieces that stood out. The strange protrusion underneath a
jacket or blouse. The fishnet stockings, the high leather boots or the hooded
sweatshirt.

As they walked up the stairs, the outer clothing came off revealing leather
harnesses that highlighted bare breasts with ringed nipples; the hood revealing
a male slave with a ball gag in place; an overcoat was removed to reveal a pair
of large breasts with nipple rings clipped together by the end of metal dog
leash distorting her nipples in a painful manner.

They walked down the hallway to a dark room with bare wooden floors. Black
painted walls added to the gloom of this special dungeon. Folding chairs had
been placed around the walls so they could all see whatever took place in the
center of the room. None of them knew what it would be, but this particular
Master had a reputation for sadism and harshness that promised a night to
remember.

As they sat down, they looked at the shape in the center of the room. Those in
the know remembered that a wooden pole was usually fastened to the floor there
with accessories that allowed for large dildos to be attached so the victim
could be forced to "sit" on them for everyone's pleasure.

This time there was just the shape as a large sheet had been thrown over it and
they were left wondering what could be underneath.

Some of them nodded to each other, obviously acquaintances of earlier such
events.  Others looked around nervously wondering what would happen and yet
reveling in their excitement of the unknown.

Finally, a Domme stuck her head in the doorway and asked that everyone take a
seat. They did so just as the lights went off and a spotlight focused on the
sheet. Through the door came their host leading a naked female slave by a leash
attached to her collar. Her head was totally covered in a leather hood with her
hands clasped behind her. Blindfolded and perhaps even gagged, she made a
beautiful sight by her nakedness and submission.

She was led to the center of the room where the sheet was pulled off the object
of their attention.

The pole was there all right, but attached to the top was a strange shaped
object. It appeared to be made out of some kind of plastic. Oblong in shape, it
had triangular features; tapered at the top, but flaring out to almost 4 inches
on the bottom. An inch or two thick, everyone sat there wondering what use this
object could possibly have.

The slave's hands were placed on it so she could feel what was there. As she
shook her head, the more observant realized she was trembling as well and they
begin to possibly understand. She took half a step backward before her Master
placed his hand in the small of her back and gently pushed her forward.
Caressing her with his fingers and placing his lips close to her ears, he
whispered.  Her head lowered and nodded just once. Then .her wrists were
fastened together in front of her, the rope that led to the overhead pulley was
attached to her cuffs and slowly she was raised off her feet and brought
forward until she was directly above the object.

The she was slowly lowered down.

The pole was high enough that her weight was heavy on the piece of plastic. Her
toes barely touched the floor. And yet, she knew what she must do and
immediately started rubbing her crotch across the top of the object. Slowly, it
begin to glisten from her juices and she started to push the tip inside of her
dripping cunt.

The audience were merely curious at this point to see how far she would get.
They couldn't possibly believe that she would actually get that huge object
inside of herself.

But they underestimated her determination.

Slowly, she continued, forcing herself down and down on the tip until it began
to spread her cunt open and it accepted more and more of the plastic.  Her
breathing was becoming labored and there were a few heavy breathers among the
watchers as well.

The Master used the pulley to raise her up again and while she hung there
catching her breath, he lowered the pole just a few inches.

Once she was down again, her feet were firmly planted on the floor this time
giving her much more leverage. Her ankles were tied to rings planted in the
wood and she began her work in earnest.

She started fucking the object with a determined passion that shocked even the
most jaded of the observers. They couldn't possibly believe that she would
actually get that monster inside! But as they watched and fondled themselves,
more and more of the wide part of the triangle was forced up into her body
cavity.

Her body glistened with sweat and her juices were running down her legs, but
she never wavered. Even though she was in obvious pain, she had a hunger that
needed to be filled and with her chest heaving, she continued her quest and
less and less of the plastic could be seen as she fucked herself.

Until finally, she was getting down to the widest part.  And then with a small
squishing sound, it went home.

She stopped at that point trembling as she gathered her strength and then
incredibly, she twisted her body to seat the object in place where it felt most
comfortable.

The Master walked over and somehow unfastened the object so when she walked
off, it went with her buried deep in her cunt, the merest trickle of blood
running down her thigh.

She was placed over in the corner to compose herself.  The temperature in the
room had risen considerably as everyone had discarded their clothing by now and
were eagerly fondling and touching their partners.

Even though she couldn't see what was happening or even hear it, she knew what
was going on, Not that it mattered since she was lost in a world of her own.


MastrKink   
                    "The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of pain." 
                        

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