by Nicola Diaz
“Before I let you rest for the day, I’d like to light this candle one more time. It turns me on to see the flames against your body. I will let you have an hour’s sleep after this last session.” With that, he lit the candle that was on his large, wooden candle-stick and then held it to my throat. I closed my eyes and endured the heat, a sense of strength filling me that I had never noticed before. I felt my skin being singed but I knew that it wouldn’t last for long. I imagined my release from the mansion, and pictured myself being driven away down the long, circular driveway.
Bruce held the flame in the same position for what felt like an eternity. A bead of sweat trickled down my face and for a moment I felt the return of the pain in both my ass and on my breasts. They felt like they were on fire, like they were going to peel away from my body because of the intense heat. There was nothing that I could do. I closed my eyes and imagined my freedom, imagined those cameras being turned off and of being alone in my house. Then I opened my eyes and looked at Bruce.
He stood back, pleased with his torturing accomplishment, and then walked away. “You may collect yourself and rest on the bed temporarily.” He motioned to the bed on the other side of the room and I climbed on top of it. It was soft and inviting. I looked at my burned body and sighed. Then I rested my head on the single pillow that was positioned in the center, and took a few long, deep breaths. I heard Bruce’s footsteps leaving down the hall, and then I drifted into a dark and hopeful sleep.
THE END
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Ravish Me!
Chapter 1
“This is it Adrianna,” I tell myself. I have been trying for weeks to get into the Sin Club, to get the scoop on the underground BDSM circuit in the city, and now I was in. Yes it wasn’t exactly as I had planned, but nothing ever goes according to plan, not when the story is this big. Having worked for the magazine for a while now, my stories have been very tame, very vanilla, up until now. So now, as I am blindfolded and undressed, led through the club by the owner, Axel, I am ready for experiencing firsthand what it is I intend to write about.
Axel is very attractive. He is fucking sexy actually, the kind of sexy that your mother warns you against. He has dark eyes, and when he interrogated me as soon as I was discovered, I could help but notice his other prominent feature. His dick is huge. Huge is actually an understatement, because even through his leather pants, his bulge is incredible. I just wanted to reach out for it, to touch it. I wanted to take it out of his pants and put it in my mouth. But the threat of losing all my memories, of being sent out of the club stripped, naked, and dazed.
I hear the crowd in the room that I am walked into growing. Comments abound, questions of who I am, when I was granted membership, and also comments about my perfect tits, and the fact that my cunt is so cleanly shaven start to filter up through the room to me. I can only hope that my handbag was brought with me into this room, because the hidden camera in it will capture everything that happens in this room if it is placed correctly.
As I try to see under the blindfold, I notice the crowd in the room is made up of people from various age groups. I see also that my bag is in the room, placed in the corner, near the front row. I think it is placed perfectly for this scene to be captured, and a feeling of relief settles over me. Another feeling, a feeling of fear and anxiety fills me too, as a dog collar is placed around my neck, and I am paraded in front of the audience. Wolf whistles resound, filling the space, and my ears, and when Axel uses his thick fingers to adjust my blindfold, the whole room goes black, and I know that this shit is about to get very real.
A hand is suddenly on my breast, squeezing it very hard. The hand is cold, as is the room, and goosebumps form rather quickly on my skin. The same hand moves to the other breast and gives this one a squeeze too, hard. His other hand is obviously on the dog leash that is wrapped snuggly around my neck, pulling on it so that my neck is extended, and my head is pulled back. Then the fingers from this hand that is now dancing between my breasts moves to my nipples, and pulls on them too hard, so hard that I let out the softest of murmurs, something that pleases Axel because I can hear him laughing.
He moves his hand down my belly and settles on my naval. Axel is anything but gentle though, and as he circles my naval with his finger I start to cramp in my stomach. I can hear my stomach growling too now, not because I am hungry, but just because I am very nervous. He starts to dig into my naval with his finger, thick and rough, mock-fucking me, going too deep almost with just the tip of his digit. He pulls this finger from my belly and he must put it in his mouth, because when it is inserted again into my naval it is very wet. This finger goes deeper into my naval, and it feels like he is really digging into my belly now. There is nothing erotic about this too, nothing vaguely sexy about it, and in fact it starts to hurt a little.
Axel parts my legs for the benefit of the audience. He pushes me forward a little bit, because he wants these people to really see what he is about to do to me, and also to position me perfectly on what must be a make-shift stage, so that all eyes can settle easily on my pussy. I can literally feel these eyes digging into my cunt now, deflowering me with their penetrative gaze, willing him to take this up a notch, to start playing with me, to start punishing me for daring to come into this secret place, this place that requires a $20 000 membership fee and accreditation from at least two other members. These people are really very protective of this deviant lifestyle.
He moves his fingers onto my pussy, and plays with the outside of my cunt as though it were a piano. He lifts and lowers his fingers, one at a time, over the surface of my vagina repeatedly, doing this so hard that I feel each tap deep inside myself. Then he pulls on my clit, really pulls on it, and again a murmur. When he pulls harder I scream, softly, and then really loudly. Axel laughs again, as do the members of the audience. I can almost hear them moving closer and inhale deeply, in keen anticipation of what is to follow.
Then he parts my lips with his fingers, opening up my cunt as far as he can with just this one hand. He brings me down to squatting, my cunt still facing the audience, and he manages to open my cunt a little wider. He taps the entrance to my pussy, not entering me, not intruding inside me just yet, but really threatening to do so. I breathe deep, and then I hold my breath, bracing myself for this penetration.
Chapter 2
When Axel rubs his cock in my face it takes me a moment to figure out what it is. Even through his leather pants I can feel that it is thick and long. Quickly he removes it from his pants, and rubs his balls against my lips. He is really laughing now, a loud menacing laugh, and he is really pushing my face into his nut sack. My nose settles in his balls, parting the remarkably huge orbs and breathing in the smell of them. Sweat and man are the scents that fill my nose rather quickly.
I fall to my knees now, and he pulls on the leash. My face lifts, and he drops his cock on my forehead. Then he slaps the side of my face with his thick cock, not yet hard, but not soft either. As his cock finds both sides of my face it starts to harden though, and I know that he is really enjoying this. Maybe this is what turns him on, having a woman totally at his mercy. Maybe he is turned on by the audience. Whatever it is, as soon as he is stuffing his cock into my mouth it is rock hard, and my mouth is really stretched to almost tearing so thick is his meat.
He pushes his cock all the way into my mouth and holds it there. Then he moves it all the way out very slowly. Then again he inserts it into my mouth, holds my head on his dick, settling deep into my throat, before pulling it out of me slowly again. Over and over he dips his love stick into my mouth, over and over again pulling it out very slowly, until his dick is completely coated with the spit from my mouth. He mumbles something, but I cannot hear
what he is saying, my focus on the meat that is really threatening to tear my mouth at the sides.
Axel pulls his cock from my mouth thankfully, the stretch really more than a little uncomfortable, and brings me to my feet again. I hear something in the background, chains, and levers, and other things that I cannot identify. He walks me a little further to the center of the room, and lifts my hands above my head. Using both hands now, he fixes one of my arms, then the other so that I am forced into a hands-up position. Then he works on my ankles, fastening them too to this machinery that I really didn’t see when we came into the room. But how could I see it, when my sight was already impaired by the blindfold.
A soft buzz starts to fill the room, louder even that the people watching now. I am listening to this sound so intently that I don’t even realize that I am being lifted off the ground until my feet have left the floor. Elevated midair, I am suddenly very aware of the lack of footing underneath me. The device is tilted so that I am at a diagonal to the audience now, and I feel more eyes on me. I imagine correctly that I am in some sort of suspension contraption, and immediately the feeling of anxiety overwhelms me again. I am now totally at the mercy of Axel, and whoever else he chooses to join the show. I struggle instinctively against the restraints, but soon give up the fight, realizing that I am really not going anywhere, not until he is done with me.
There is suddenly a soft glow in front of me, even through the blindfold. I wonder what it is, but not for too long, flames licking up my breasts almost as soon as the glow has faded from my eyes. The heat is intense and I move my face out of the way, the fire reaching under my chin, kissing me almost. Where does this fire come from, I wonder, but not for too long either. The flames make their way up and down my legs, between my thighs, and settle almost too long around my cunt. The fire licks and dances over every part of me it seems, so that I start to think that there is more than one torch, more than one man surrounding me. It is just Axel though I think.
When the flames move up and down my back the burn is so intense that I think I can smell my flesh burning. I know this is not the case though, but the panic really sets in. I start to scream, and then the flames are moved away from me briefly. As soon as I stop screaming though the flames return, and I am again yelling out in pain, or more accurately the threat of pain. It is just really very hot, but nothing that does any real damage, I hope. The fire settles between my thighs, under my ass and pussy again, and just as I think that it is a good thing that my cunt is clean shaven, it starts to burn incredible. Then it is gone.
I hear the torch drop to the floor with a loud thud. I start to think that if this is how Axel decided to start this torture, that it really is going to get very intense. I try to imagine what forms of punishment will be meted out on me, what Alex would deem worthy retribution for the gall I exhibited by sneaking in here. Nothing comes to mind though, since I really am not at all as clued up to the world of BDSM as maybe I pretended to be at my interview for the magazine. “Why did you blow so much smoke at your interview, why did you come across as having experience in BDSM,” I ask myself, not knowing really why I wanted this job. Maybe it was just to satisfy my own hidden curiosities.
The first clamp on my nipple feels cold, and hard. It must be made of steel, I think, or some other hard material, like iron, or bronze maybe. As this clamp starts to warm up, sending ripples of heat into my breast, another clamp is attached to my free nipple, also cold, but warming up quickly. Soon enough my breasts are heating up quite substantially, and I start to think that maybe these clamps are attached to a battery, to something that is feeding this heat into my body. Still they warm up, no sign of letting up, and I am suddenly appreciative that as perfect as my breasts are, they are all natural.
Axel fiddles with my cunt now, trying to pull my clit so that it fills up I think. It is so cold in the room though that my clit seems to be hiding in itself. He pulls on it a little harder though, rubbing it, and then pulling on it again. It starts to grow eventually I think, it must, because a clamp is now attached to my clit too. This clamp stays cold for the longest time, seeming to get colder and colder with every passing minute. But then suddenly the fire that is sent through my pussy through my clit is almost as aggressive as the cold just was. It is definitely hotter than the waning heat in my breasts now.
Then he is pulling on my lips, parting them so that my entrance to my pussy is exposed, opened up wide. He milks my cunt-lips hard now, and the audience claps loudly, so that you would be sure that you were watching a show. They are actually, and I am the unwitting star. Actually Axel is the star, and I am just the pawn, the assistant to amuse these eyes that are now fixed on his milking. He grabs my lips in either hand, using the thumb and forefinger of each hand on either one of my lips. He pulls down hard, repeatedly, and my cunt lips start to burn. They really start to ache.
I am not sure how long he thinks that they can be, how long he thinks that he can pull them before he gives up the fight. There really is no struggle for him though, just pulling down on my cunt-lips in a rhythm, one, and then the other. Then he clamps the one lip, the other shortly after, and ripples of fire are sent through my pussy, in its entirety now. Every part of me that can possibly be clamped now is clamped, and he pulls on these clamps, tugging on them, sending shards of pain into me where he is tugging and pulling. I try for the longest time not to scream, but then I cannot help it, and a loud scream escapes my mouth. It is so loud in fact that the whole room suddenly goes absolutely quiet.
The contrast between hot and cold is stark again, blatantly obvious as he moves a piece of metal over my breasts. I don’t know for a moment what it is, and then he points the tip of the blade directly against my flesh. He pushes down so that I think that he is going to stab me, but he doesn’t. He turns the blade just in time and runs the blunt side of the knife in circles and figures of eight over my breasts. Then he works down to my belly, more figures of eight, thankfully with the blunt side. When he swaps the blade around though, to the sharper side, panic starts to fill me again.
I start to sweat, really sweat. The water escaping my pores runs down my front and my back in a river. Still he dances over my skin with the blade, pushing it deeper into my skin, threatening to cut me, but not. I don’t know if his intention is to instill fear, but if it is, then it is really working. So overwhelmed am I by panic now that I don’t even feel him moving off my belly and on to my cunt. The tip of the knife teases my clit, a little too close for comfort, and I let out soft murmurs, wanting to beg him not to slice my clit off, but not wanting to give him any ideas either.
He works on my clit with the edge of the knife like you would if you were trying to free the flesh of an oyster from its shell. I am not even sure what side of the knife he is using now, too scared to let my mind go to that place where I would suddenly find myself minus a clit. I like my clit, really like it. And until the threat of being removed from it presented itself, I hadn’t really given it too much attention, taking it for granted almost. I make a silent promise to myself to really make love to my clit as soon as I get out of here.
Then he parts my lips with the tip of the blade, a little more than it already is parted, separated by the clamps. He pushes the end of the knife into my cunt just a little, just enough to show me that if he wanted to he could send the full length of the blade into me and slice my pussy in two. Then he removes it, and turns the blade around so that the handle is settled between my lips now. The first two inches of the handle are pushed into me, and I am once again caught between hot and incredibly fucking cold. Another inch is inserted into me, and the cold starts to fuse with the heat inside my cunt. Then another inch, and another. He turns the blade’s handle in circles, clockwise, for a moment, and then pulls it out of me slowly.
Chapter 3
Axel fucks me gently with the handle of the knife, and I start to enjoy it. In fact, I really start to enjoy it so much so that I forget where I am and what is actually happening to me. I am lost suddenly
to the pleasure of being fucked by the handle, so lost that I start to moan at last. My moaning is deep and soulful, loud too, so that even Axel’s laughing becomes just background noise. I hear moaning coming from the crowd too, and I imagine that some of them must be touching themselves, really touching themselves. Or each other.
But then suddenly I am brought violently back to the moment. The handle makes its way deep into my pussy and lodges itself in my depths. He starts to fuck me harder with it, pushing it deep and pulling it all the way out. Then he quickly finds my snatch again and pushes the handle all the way inside me. Out all the way, and then all six inches of the handle inside me, all out and then everything inside me again. I am forced to focus on my cunt now, as it is ripped to shreds by the handle of the blade.
Over and over it is sent into me, and any thoughts of having an orgasm are gone now. As the cold handle makes its way inside me I am aware of it suddenly. Every chilly inch of it is felt in every part of my cunt that it comes into contact with. And when it is pulled from me, I am again aware of this, the coldness moving out of me like a slippery snake, hard, cold, and deeply intrusive, even on the exit. Now Axel’s laugh is loud again, seeming to be the only thing that I can hear.