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From: Toran <toran29@insightbb.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Violet (M/f, BDSM)
Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2002 02:10:07 -0500
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Comments are welcome and appreciated.

Toran
http://www.dajungle.com/stories/toran29/

The following is a work of erotic fiction and is the sole property of the 
author.  It contains elements of bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism..


Violet
by Toran

She slept fitfully, as if something that loomed large in her sleeping mind, now 
free of the burdens of waking reality, had found freedom and loped across her 
thoughts with a vengeance.  It was like a huge black stallion, furious with 
power and unbridled malice, racing her into the winds and storms of the rolling 
dark landscape.  She sat upon the powerful steed, unable to slow him, unable to 
harness him, and unable to jump from her perch atop his muscular back.  She had 
long since given up closing her eyes - what he was driving her towards, she had 
no idea.  But she had to see, the fear in her meshing with the pounding of his 
body between her legs that brought reluctant pleasure in waves that teasingly 
rippled through her.  So it was with the roar of the wind in her ears and the 
heat of his flesh between her thighs that she saw he was spurring her towards a 
cliff of blackness at breakneck speed.  Her moans became shrieks as the 
emptiness of the drop yawned before her like a huge mouth and it was her final 
scream that echoed off the walls in her bedroom as she sat bolt upright in bed.

A soft pattering of rain on the windows was the only sound that followed the 
echo of her dream and she glanced at the red numbers on the clock atop her 
nightstand.  3:03.  She looked down at the silk sheets that were bunched 
between her legs and wiped a line of sweat from her forehead with a shaking 
palm.  Slowly, relishing the feel of silk slipping past the flesh of her clean 
shaven mons, she closed her eyes and threw her head back.  Long brown hair 
whipping her back and just the gentlest of moans passing through her lips, she 
slid a finger down under the sheets and caressed her belly softly.

She didn't hear the sound of his feet as he slipped into the dark bedchamber.  
As her fingers worked their way down to the sensitive skin that guarded her 
engorged pussy lips, he took out the first of the coils of silk ropes.  Her 
other hand found her neck and caressed the skin there softly while he stood, 
poised, the ropes that would bind her tightly in his hands.  The light of the 
occasional flash of lightening illuminated her taut body, the sensuous lips 
parted around a purring moan and high cheekbones and elfin chin forming the 
heart shape that would soon know the feel of leather and possession.  The hand 
that was beneath the sheets worked faster and it was only when she opened her 
eyes in the first warmth of release did he make his move and mounted her bed.

Her head whipped towards him, her body betrayed by the intense pleasure she had 
coaxed from it and the alarm of his weight atop her as he rolled her onto her 
belly.  The hand between her legs was pinned by the roll of sheets and she lost 
the other arm instantly to his silk ropes.  He straddled her back, her full 
rump thumping under him and her legs kicking.  The moan that had escaped her 
lips in pleasure only seconds before was now a deeper, more guttural grunt as 
he worked her free hand behind her to be joined to its mate by his tight silk 
ropes.  Around and around he bound her and only when he had her elbows tied 
together did he stop to reach into his pocket for the second coil.  By now, she 
was shrieking and that would have to be stopped but, catlike, he sat up and 
turned so that that he could capture her flailing ankles with his rope.  Like a 
maypole being bound on mayday, her legs gradually lost their freedom and were 
motionless as his bindings went from ankle to thigh.  A quick tie-off between 
her pinned wrists and a delicate rope about her big toes, and she was captured 
in a snug hog-tie.

Only then did he roll her onto her side and took her lips by force.  His mouth 
mashed into her flesh and smothered the screams and their eyes locked as 
tightly as their lips.  He lay down beside her and pulled her naked and bound 
flesh to him, never once leaving her lips free from his.  His hands explored 
her breasts, finding the nipples erect and wanting, caressed the rise of her 
hips as they flared from her small waist, and felt her muscles straining in her 
thighs.  She wanted to be free and unbound, of course, but now that she had 
been caught, her body betrayed her yet again and fought only to relish her 
captivity.

Fingers slid into her warm and wet pussy and even her moans of protest sounded 
forced.  She bucked her hips into his palm and when he pulled back, beyond her 
reach, taunting her with his eyes, she moaned harder.  The last of the silk 
came out of his pocket and the second that his lips left hers, it parted her 
lips tightly and was knotted behind her head.

He lay back, head propped by one arm, and watched her struggle, watched her 
writhe as hard as she could, a captive female whose flesh he now held by force. 
 It was as much for her benefit as his - she had to know that escape was 
forbidden her.  She had to know that she was now his, to be loved and 
cherished, or hurt and beaten.  She had to know that the cliff he sent her 
towards, bound and helpless, would be his own will, and that her freefall would 
be her captivity.

Thunder boomed outside her bedchamber and briefly illuminated the silk bag that 
she was being slid into.  She would never see her bed again, nor would she ever 
be free of his ropes again.  It mattered not.  She was his now and he was her 
stallion, carrying her forward into the huge gaping mouth of darkness.

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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