Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2006 16:10:47 -0700 (PDT) From: anne gentry <sable197903@yahoo.com> Subject: Dark Eden http://www.eroticexcursions.net/ Presents Dark Eden Copyright 2005 by Rene. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the author. This material is presented as adult entertainment and is not intended for any person under the age of eighteen years. While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the author assumes no responsibilities for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of information contained herein. All characters and descriptions are purely fictitious. THE SHOW "You ready?" She nodded, watching the crowd. She touched his arm. "You go first, work the crowd a little. Have Eric and Paul, drag me out to you." Adam smiled and went to speak to the two men she had mentioned. Big, blonde, body-builder types. They looked like the kind who wrestled the big trucks. Adam shook out his nine-tailed whip as he spoke to them. They grinned at her. Eric winking, slyly. The lights falling to a somber brilliance. Purple and forest green. Eric and Paul flanked her. "Let me get away once." The two nodded, watching the half-dressed bondage cherubs put the sturdy frame center stage with a flourish. Adam grinned over at her, as the boys took a firm hold of her arms. Striding confidently to the stage, Adam started working the crowd, swinging his whip. He motioned at a young woman below the stage, dressed completely in leather drag. Flicking the whip in her direction, so she shrank back into the arms of the man who had brought her. Shaking her head up at him. Adam laughed, motioning to the men in the wings. His voice clearly heard over the music. "Bring her here." His eyes were hard and malicious intent glowed from within them. He motioned for his `victim' to be brought from the wings. Two tall, handsome males dragged the bitch between them. She writhed sensuously, fighting, it appeared for her freedom. She broke free, and ran to Adam. Kneeling at his feet, and holding desperately to his calf for mercy. Her attitude pleading, kissing his boots. Adam reached down, and grabbed her by the hair. Twisting her face up to his, she met his eyes. Adam pushed her away. Angrily shaking out the whip and motioning for the men to catch her again. This time they took her and secured her quickly to the frame facing the crowd. The crowd growing hotter, and hotter, by the moment. Adam shook out the whip, cracking it expertly. The noise barely audible above the music. Anne's arms secured at shoulder height. She pulled on the bonds experimentally. Feeling Eric's hands on her skin in a quick forbidden caress that told her what he wanted to do to her better than any words. Adam came over, standing before her, running the tails of the whip over her breasts making her shiver. Her breath getting short. He nudged her legs further apart, arranged her hair to his liking, and then ran his hands over her unmarked flesh in a deliberate show of her attributes to the audience. The eyes of the crowd following the slow path of his fingers, even as she tried to edge away. He cupped her chin and she spit in his face. Her eyes shooting fire. Adam laughed, rubbing his wet cheek against hers. Whispering in her ear, making her shiver. "They want rough tonight" She nodded her head in a small motion unseen by the crowd. "Adam, I..." He nuzzled her face. "It will be so hard to wait until we get home." Adam's excitement went up a notch and he kissed her deeply. Exactly the effect she had counted on. He pulled on the chain linking her nipples together with a playful tug. His hands soft. "But you will wait, won't you? For me?" She nodded desperately. "Count to 20, darling." Anne pulled on the bonds hearing the people in the room becoming aroused by the way they were breathing. Drawing on their sexual energy, letting it flow from her hot flesh as Adam laid the whip to her willing flesh. The scourge stoking her fire to unbearable fury. The people wanted more and Adam would happily give it to them. Adam did put on a good show. His movements bold and full. Passion pumping his actions, darkening his eyes. The whip, sharp-sounding over the music a sensual harmonic discordance. Anne merely soft, pliant flesh, bent to his will. Adam welted her with the last ten blows of the lash. Artistic deliberation and infinite skill were displayed and appreciated, in those final strokes of the flogging. Anne bit her lips in concentration and rolled her head helplessly. Sending pain and pleasure, away from her, out into the crowd, driving them to near frenzy. Her hands balled helplessly and sweat formed a glistening sheen on her pale skin. Pushing them to near orgasmic delirium. The pain itself meaning almost nothing to her. The end justified the means, and her "end", was the increased endorphin level that had her near swooning from pleasure. Pulling against the chains holding her until her muscles were knots, in helpless delirium. Adam could feel her pain/pleasure. She threw back her head with a soft cry and sagged into her bonds. Paul and Eric quickly released her, so she would not injure her shoulders as she hung from the chains. The crowd cheered. Trying to recapture the energy she had taken from them. She sank to the floor weakly. Head hanging between the shafts of her arms. She crawled, without shame, to Adam's feet, laying her face against his boots. Using his legs to pull herself up his thigh in total and complete, submission. Heat and heat, from her. The welts visible against her soft flesh. Adam reached down for her and she smiled up at him. The lights went dark. When they came back up the stage was empty. The crowd went wild. Cheering and stomping their feet. Nothing they could do tonight would top that display. I had finished the tale when Adam knocked on my door. I took a deep breath and answered it. I was not looking forward to this, but at least he was going with me. I suddenly couldn't stand the thought of going through this alone. "Are you ready?" He asked, when I came out. "I guess." He took my hand, and led me to his car. I wondered if he could feel my fear through the digits. The drive didn't take anywhere near long enough, and I was suddenly glad that I had taken tomorrow off.