Archive-name: Good.Morning

From: jfriday@ada.stat.uga.edu (Paul Stacy)

Subject: ARCHIVE: Good Morning

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Path: athena.cs.uga.edu!emory!swrinde!mips!samsung!wizvax!wi.375 From: wi.375@wizvax.methuen.ma.us Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage Subject: Good Morning. (STORY) Message-ID: <1902@wizvax.methuen.ma.us> Date: 5 Jul 91 20:34:47 GMT Sender: root@wizvax.methuen.ma.us Reply-To: wi.375@wizvax.methuen.ma.us Followup-To: alt.sex.bondage Organization: Anonymous Contact Service @ wizvax X-ACS2-Version: 2.0

In the early hours...
You dream and imagine; halfway between here and nowhere, dreams are dreamt, thoughts are thought and hopes are hoped. Little things that hang on the edges of reality like thin rags. Not proud enough or bold enough for the daylight hours, the slightest breeze pushes them away safely out of reach...
You awake to a nagging feeling of immobility. As you stir, the familiar coming back to reality feeling doesn't arrive. You role to stretch and you're met with a firm resistance. A frantic attempt to sit upright defines your bonds. Arms, legs, wrists and ankles are bound. You are face down, spread-eagled. Your torso higher than your limbs. You are securely and comfortably tied face down on your bed, propped on top of several pillows in an almost hands and knees position. Panic starts to build.
The room is half-lit and quiet. It can't be more than four or five in the morning. Filtered golden light trickles into the room through the curtains. Not even a bird can be heard.
"That son-of-bitch! What kind of game is he playing now?"
"What the fuck is going on? What time is it?"
As the last words still hang in the air, an incredible flash of pain across your ass! More surprising than anything, it shocks you fully awake. You feel your ass warm and tingle in the after- glow.
"Shit!" Followed by two more back to back blows across the ass. You bite down into the bedding to muffle the scream. The rose color of your tan ass can be felt now; rising to the surface like a wave it spreads to your thighs and hips, warming you in the cool morning. You have to pee.
You hear a single word but it comes to close the last blow for you to catch it. The sting of it still fresh on your flesh.
"not another sound bitch!"
Craig steps through the doorway. From your view all you can see is his mid thigh to chest. His hands are bound behind his back and he has a hard-on. Plain for you to see, standing out in from of him proud and red. It looks as though it's ready to burst, heavily veined and swollen. It looks too thick for him. A small weight is tied to his balls.
As he stands beside the bed, his cock closer, you see it's actu- ally quite red almost bruised looking. It looks like it's been played with rather harshly. His balls are stretched tight and round.
You feel your butt begin to glow, almost swell. The feeling is replaced by a cold wetness. Ice. Refreshing and cold on your ass, it pushes the hot glow back. It's almost pleasurable after the blows. The intense coldness is forced into your tight ass- hole. Your helplessness is becoming fully apparent. You strug- gle against the bonds with no success. The cube is worked in deep with a strong twisting motion. It forces its way into you, invading your body, chilling your core, continuing upward until it feels as though it's in your belly.
A sickened groan escapes your lips and is met immediately with another blow. This one, sharper, thinner, more concentrated but somehow less painful. Then another.
You feel the cold ice exit your ass as water. It traces a path along your labia running between your lips and off your clit. The water puddles under your bush on the bed. The urgency in your bladder is stronger now.
There is movement behind you. A woman's legs appear beside his, you want to look up but don't dare. The thighs are well toned and tan, her pussy is bare except for a small diamond patch at the top of her crack. A small golden ring peeks innocently from her hood.
Craig is turned to face her, his cockhead touching her ring perfectly. Despite your position and the circumstances you feel excited at the thought of what might follow. He is moved to the bed beside you. His cock now against your cheek. Short red fingernails grasp it roughly and point it at your mouth. A hard slap at your cheek confirms the request and you open obediently.
She starts the tempo slow, holding the back of your head by the hair and his balls with the other hand, you are brought together and apart in a carefully orchestrated blowjob. Humiliation, fear and embarrassment combine to result in a poor show. Another hard slap on your cheek and his cock is removed with a pop and she hovers over it to instruct you.
In one smooth motion she covers it from tip to base without so much as slowing at its length or thickness. Several times she bobs, he grunts with a disbelieving sound of approval. You feel a familiar tingling and swelling in your cunt. Your clit now standing at attention. Uncontrollably, you make a single down- ward grind into the pillows below. Its all so close to your face.
The cock is replaced at your mouth and you attempt to make a better showing. She thrusts it at you in long, smooth strokes you're determined to capture. His hips turns to their new pleas- ure and take up the tempo. Her hands leave you both. You try hard to impress your captor; to avoid another blow.
The woman settles lightly on the small of your back now, the heels of her shoes tucked into your armpits sharply. She begins to kneed and play with your ass, alternately dipping a finger into your now undeniably wet cunt, then greasing your asshole with the juice. The first time her nails lightly scratch your clit you realize how hot you are. Your body shudders and you grind your hips down again to find more. She laughs outloud.
Your pussy is now peeled open. Like the petals of a rose each layer is pulled back to reveal your core. The hole is quickly plugged. A thick humming dildo starts its invasion. Meanwhile, his cock thrusts into your face with a familiar urgency. Your pussy and ass feel stretched to the breaking point. The continu- al pressure eventually stops and a delicious, smooth backstroke starts. Every crevice of your pussy unfolded and caressed. She works a finger into your slick ass and you muffle a grunt of approval onto the cock. Totally stuffed, you pull back off him to revel in the feeling.
Without warning your bladder releases, but there is no fear or embarrassment. The feelings are too strong, taken, resigned, submitted and now given. A deep spiral begins. From a place with no name, no beginning, no end, it builds. Rolling through you uncontrollably, making you ripple and buck. Every orifice clenches and braces for the release. It starts from a distance with a faint sound. The sound grows louder as the impending release builds. It's unstoppable. Images flash faster. The echo of an oncoming train. A car horn blaring in the distance. The cry of a baby. The ringing of the schoolyard bell. Bright light starts to intrude. The alarm clock dragging you off the bed, releasing the bonds, removing the plug, the hum.
You grasp at the breeze, it's come too soon, you aren't there yet.
You awaken...


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