Iniana Jones and the Search for Ultimate Pleasures
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Syd
How I wish this whole thing could be over with. I understand Indy's need to verify the artifact, make sure it is real as Abdul is known for his unscrupulous behavior. But the thought of Indy gone, me sitting here, trying to make up small talk....just too much to bear at the moment.
Before I can receive a response, an employee walks up and tells me I've got a phone call. Hmmm....that's odd. I look at Jones who is looking at me questioningly.
"Hey, it might be LeBlanc, maybe something about the plane, who knows? Better see what's up."
Looking around the table, I smile as I rise from my chair..
"Will you excuse me everyone? I should only be a few moments."
Already Indy's attention was drawn to the artifact, and as I walked away, I heard him say..
"Yes, I'd better go and test this out. Do it before dinner, if you don't mind. Shouldn't take long."
I smile at the maitre'd and ask for the phone that is waiting for me. He looks at me quizically.
"Ah, madam, there is no call for anyone. Perhaps a mistake? The phones are just back there, if you would like to make a call."
Thinking the man somewhat of an idiot, I walk back to where the phones are. There are 3, and all are on the hook. I stand looking dumbly at the phones, before thinking a mistake must have been made and shrug my shoulders.
Suddenly, a hand roughly grabs my arm just above the elbow. As I try to turn and cry out, I feel the unmistakable point of a gun at my lower back.
"No, Miss Sydney Baker, you will not turn around and you will not utter a sound. One pull of this trigger, and you will be dead, and we will be gone, never to be seen again."
"Uh, what do you want? Money? I don't have much with me, but what I have - OW -"
"Shut UP! We don't want your money, Miss Baker. But you will come with us for a ride - "
"I most certainly will NOT! Not with you anyway!"
The gun presses further into my back, and another voice, in my other ear, whispers...
"I beg you to reconsider, Miss Baker. We certainly wouldn't want to see you lying on this floor in a pool of blood. Besides, we have been paid handsomely to deliver in one piece, and we intend to do just that. Now, we are going to walk out and get into the car waiting just outside the door, and you are going to come with us very willingly, aren't you?"
The gun presses almost painfully into my lower back.
"Well?? What do you say?" the first goon demands.
"Well, boys, do I really have a choice?"
Allowing me to turn around, I'm finally able to see who I am being abducted by. The first one is tall - well over 6 feet - and big, close to 300 lbs. His suit fits him nicely, however, and his hair is well-groomed. The only indication of a gun is his hand in his pocket. The second man is much shorter, just under 6 feet, but built stocky and strong. His suit is impeccable, right down to the gold cuff links. His beard is trimmed nicely, his hair slicked back in an attractive way. Both men have cruel eyes that spoke of the common street thugs under the nice clothing.
Pushing me forward roughly, I almost stumble over my train, and the smaller man gives me his arm. As I take it, I feel him pressing the flesh painfully. As we pass the coat check, I ask if I may retrieve my wrap...
"Where we are going, the less items you have to keep track of the better."
I dismay at the opportunity to have left a note behind to Jones, but kept up a brave face. When we walked out of the door, a long, black car sat waiting for us. Stepping into the car, I find I am seated between the two goons.
"Alright, guys, I want to know what this is all about, and just where you are taking me? Whose behind this? And what do they want of me?"
"Miss Baker, you ask entirely too many questions", the second one answers. "You will learn soon enough."
I notice the car approaching a red light, and also notice that the doors have remained unlocked. As the driver slows the car down, I reach suddenly for the door, opening it, before the large man pulls me back, and the shorter one slams the door shut.
"Miss Baker, it seems you wish the hard way, very well." The shorter man reaches into the pocket and pulls out a small brown vial and then pulls out his hankerchief. As he pours the contents onto the cloth, the unmistakable smell of cholorform wafts through the air.
Suddenly, the large man has my neck in a lock, holding my head back, as I begin to scream. The cloth covers my mouth and nose, and I try to hold my breath. With my lungs feeling as though they will burst, I cannot hold my breath for long, and quickly take a deep breath.
I feel my body begin to relax as I take another breath, and then another.
And then my world goes black.....
How I wish this whole thing could be over with. I understand Indy's need to verify the artifact, make sure it is real as Abdul is known for his unscrupulous behavior. But the thought of Indy gone, me sitting here, trying to make up small talk....just too much to bear at the moment.
Before I can receive a response, an employee walks up and tells me I've got a phone call. Hmmm....that's odd. I look at Jones who is looking at me questioningly.
"Hey, it might be LeBlanc, maybe something about the plane, who knows? Better see what's up."
Looking around the table, I smile as I rise from my chair..
"Will you excuse me everyone? I should only be a few moments."
Already Indy's attention was drawn to the artifact, and as I walked away, I heard him say..
"Yes, I'd better go and test this out. Do it before dinner, if you don't mind. Shouldn't take long."
I smile at the maitre'd and ask for the phone that is waiting for me. He looks at me quizically.
"Ah, madam, there is no call for anyone. Perhaps a mistake? The phones are just back there, if you would like to make a call."
Thinking the man somewhat of an idiot, I walk back to where the phones are. There are 3, and all are on the hook. I stand looking dumbly at the phones, before thinking a mistake must have been made and shrug my shoulders.
Suddenly, a hand roughly grabs my arm just above the elbow. As I try to turn and cry out, I feel the unmistakable point of a gun at my lower back.
"No, Miss Sydney Baker, you will not turn around and you will not utter a sound. One pull of this trigger, and you will be dead, and we will be gone, never to be seen again."
"Uh, what do you want? Money? I don't have much with me, but what I have - OW -"
"Shut UP! We don't want your money, Miss Baker. But you will come with us for a ride - "
"I most certainly will NOT! Not with you anyway!"
The gun presses further into my back, and another voice, in my other ear, whispers...
"I beg you to reconsider, Miss Baker. We certainly wouldn't want to see you lying on this floor in a pool of blood. Besides, we have been paid handsomely to deliver in one piece, and we intend to do just that. Now, we are going to walk out and get into the car waiting just outside the door, and you are going to come with us very willingly, aren't you?"
The gun presses almost painfully into my lower back.
"Well?? What do you say?" the first goon demands.
"Well, boys, do I really have a choice?"
Allowing me to turn around, I'm finally able to see who I am being abducted by. The first one is tall - well over 6 feet - and big, close to 300 lbs. His suit fits him nicely, however, and his hair is well-groomed. The only indication of a gun is his hand in his pocket. The second man is much shorter, just under 6 feet, but built stocky and strong. His suit is impeccable, right down to the gold cuff links. His beard is trimmed nicely, his hair slicked back in an attractive way. Both men have cruel eyes that spoke of the common street thugs under the nice clothing.
Pushing me forward roughly, I almost stumble over my train, and the smaller man gives me his arm. As I take it, I feel him pressing the flesh painfully. As we pass the coat check, I ask if I may retrieve my wrap...
"Where we are going, the less items you have to keep track of the better."
I dismay at the opportunity to have left a note behind to Jones, but kept up a brave face. When we walked out of the door, a long, black car sat waiting for us. Stepping into the car, I find I am seated between the two goons.
"Alright, guys, I want to know what this is all about, and just where you are taking me? Whose behind this? And what do they want of me?"
"Miss Baker, you ask entirely too many questions", the second one answers. "You will learn soon enough."
I notice the car approaching a red light, and also notice that the doors have remained unlocked. As the driver slows the car down, I reach suddenly for the door, opening it, before the large man pulls me back, and the shorter one slams the door shut.
"Miss Baker, it seems you wish the hard way, very well." The shorter man reaches into the pocket and pulls out a small brown vial and then pulls out his hankerchief. As he pours the contents onto the cloth, the unmistakable smell of cholorform wafts through the air.
Suddenly, the large man has my neck in a lock, holding my head back, as I begin to scream. The cloth covers my mouth and nose, and I try to hold my breath. With my lungs feeling as though they will burst, I cannot hold my breath for long, and quickly take a deep breath.
I feel my body begin to relax as I take another breath, and then another.
And then my world goes black.....
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"Hey Miss Davis this is quite a room! And right over the restaurant too!"
Indy placed the box on the green marble topped table and looked around the sumptuous chamber.
Exquisitely tasteful , exotic and refined...rather like his companion.
"When will Abdul be back?"
Elaine sat down gracefully on a deep yellow velvet covered divan,
"He won't Doctor Jones. When we're finished here I'll take you back to him."
"Ummmm...what about Syd?"
"I can assure you that your friend is being entertained at the moment."
"Well that's good. I've known her since she was a tyke. I'm really quite fond of Sydney but she's so impatient."
He sat down and relaxed, stretching out his legs. From this position he had a sweeping view of Elaine's long and lovely gams crossed at the knee and only a yard away.
"Elaine, I can call you Elaine right?"...the big 'Indy' grin.
"Why did you ever get tied up with a character like Abdul."
"He's generous." She replied in a velvet voice, "Very generous."
She leaned closer, elbow on shapely knee, giving him a heart stopping view of the delicious curves of her bosom so faintly contained within that miraculous dress...
"Maybe...",
she said and Indy perked up like an attentive puppy,
"Maybe you should authenticate your 'artifact', Inadiana Jones."
"OH!...Yes, sure....I need to do that."
His hands fumbled for the box on the table.
Her hands went straight to his belt buckle.
"Here ," she said softly, "let me help you."
Indy placed the box on the green marble topped table and looked around the sumptuous chamber.
Exquisitely tasteful , exotic and refined...rather like his companion.
"When will Abdul be back?"
Elaine sat down gracefully on a deep yellow velvet covered divan,
"He won't Doctor Jones. When we're finished here I'll take you back to him."
"Ummmm...what about Syd?"
"I can assure you that your friend is being entertained at the moment."
"Well that's good. I've known her since she was a tyke. I'm really quite fond of Sydney but she's so impatient."
He sat down and relaxed, stretching out his legs. From this position he had a sweeping view of Elaine's long and lovely gams crossed at the knee and only a yard away.
"Elaine, I can call you Elaine right?"...the big 'Indy' grin.
"Why did you ever get tied up with a character like Abdul."
"He's generous." She replied in a velvet voice, "Very generous."
She leaned closer, elbow on shapely knee, giving him a heart stopping view of the delicious curves of her bosom so faintly contained within that miraculous dress...
"Maybe...",
she said and Indy perked up like an attentive puppy,
"Maybe you should authenticate your 'artifact', Inadiana Jones."
"OH!...Yes, sure....I need to do that."
His hands fumbled for the box on the table.
Her hands went straight to his belt buckle.
"Here ," she said softly, "let me help you."
*walks up to the table where Syd was and looks to them and says "Mr.Jones?"
*as i lok to Mr.Jones i say "I was asked to tell you that Syd had to leave tofix her plane apperently there was a problem w/ it "
and i walk away and dissappreaing into the hallway
*as i lok to Mr.Jones i say "I was asked to tell you that Syd had to leave tofix her plane apperently there was a problem w/ it "
and i walk away and dissappreaing into the hallway
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Elaine Davis
OOC: Ceaser, Indy and I have moved from the restaurant to a hotel room just above the restaurant, where we'll be, uh, occupied for a while. Please see Ariosto's post before yours.
IC: My fingers nimbly undo his belt buckle, then reach for his fly. There’s no mistaking the bulge in his tuxedo pants, and I can’t help feeling a little smug. He may in fact be a man of noble beliefs, but he is still a man, after all.
Dr. Jones seems to have forgotten about the box on the table. He watches raptly as I open his tuxedo pants. A slight smile creases his lips. “You’re being very helpful indeed, Miss Davis,” he says. His voice is a trifle hoarse.
I smile up at him. “I try, Dr. Jones.” His fly is open now, and I reach inside. There is no underwear to get in the way of my explorations. He takes a sharp breath when my fingers touch his cock.
“Now this feels like an item of some interest.” I gently take hold of his cock and release it from his pants. Fully exposed now, its length and thickness are quite impressive. I can feel the pulse starting to throb between my legs.
“Care to appraise it?” he says, with a wink.
Grinning back at him, I reply, “In order to conduct a proper appraisal, I shall have to … inspect this artifact very closely. May I?”
“Be my guest, Miss Davis.” He sits back on the divan, grinning broadly.
“Thank you, Dr. Jones.” I return my attention to his lap. My fingers grasp his cock, barely able to meet around it, and rub it gently. He grunts but makes no other sound. My hand moves slowly up and down, pausing every now and then to give his cock a gentle squeeze. Dr. Jones’s breathing quickens audibly.
After a few moments I comment, “It’s quite an impressive piece. It maintains its size and shape even after it’s handled for a while. In fact, handling it even seems to enhance its appearance. As I’m sure you know, that’s a key selling point for connoisseurs of such items.”
“You don’t say? That’s fascinating. Ahhh…please go on.”
I give him a sultry smile. “Well, as with most pieces of this type, the true test is in the performance. I have found that one good way to appraise the quality of these items is to see how they stand up to varying degrees of wetness.”
His brow furrows. “Wetness, you say? Do you mean – OHH god!”
Whatever else he meant to say disappears in a long groan as I slide his cock into my mouth.
OOC: Ceaser, Indy and I have moved from the restaurant to a hotel room just above the restaurant, where we'll be, uh, occupied for a while. Please see Ariosto's post before yours.
IC: My fingers nimbly undo his belt buckle, then reach for his fly. There’s no mistaking the bulge in his tuxedo pants, and I can’t help feeling a little smug. He may in fact be a man of noble beliefs, but he is still a man, after all.
Dr. Jones seems to have forgotten about the box on the table. He watches raptly as I open his tuxedo pants. A slight smile creases his lips. “You’re being very helpful indeed, Miss Davis,” he says. His voice is a trifle hoarse.
I smile up at him. “I try, Dr. Jones.” His fly is open now, and I reach inside. There is no underwear to get in the way of my explorations. He takes a sharp breath when my fingers touch his cock.
“Now this feels like an item of some interest.” I gently take hold of his cock and release it from his pants. Fully exposed now, its length and thickness are quite impressive. I can feel the pulse starting to throb between my legs.
“Care to appraise it?” he says, with a wink.
Grinning back at him, I reply, “In order to conduct a proper appraisal, I shall have to … inspect this artifact very closely. May I?”
“Be my guest, Miss Davis.” He sits back on the divan, grinning broadly.
“Thank you, Dr. Jones.” I return my attention to his lap. My fingers grasp his cock, barely able to meet around it, and rub it gently. He grunts but makes no other sound. My hand moves slowly up and down, pausing every now and then to give his cock a gentle squeeze. Dr. Jones’s breathing quickens audibly.
After a few moments I comment, “It’s quite an impressive piece. It maintains its size and shape even after it’s handled for a while. In fact, handling it even seems to enhance its appearance. As I’m sure you know, that’s a key selling point for connoisseurs of such items.”
“You don’t say? That’s fascinating. Ahhh…please go on.”
I give him a sultry smile. “Well, as with most pieces of this type, the true test is in the performance. I have found that one good way to appraise the quality of these items is to see how they stand up to varying degrees of wetness.”
His brow furrows. “Wetness, you say? Do you mean – OHH god!”
Whatever else he meant to say disappears in a long groan as I slide his cock into my mouth.
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Abdul
Leaving the restaurant, I step into the chiiled dark air, sliding into the seat of an old british two seater. Wrapped in the traditional desert turban, my face becomes indistinguishable to even those who deal with me daily, as I wind the thru the back alleys. Finally free from Casablanca, I steer into the desert, the finely tuned engine, underneath the rusted hood coming to life. Hours later, I coast to a silent stop, my eyes distinguishing the silhouette of a larger car, parked beside the old ruins of an earthen building.
"Do you have the package?" I question the larger of the two shadows, and at his affirmative reply, reach into my pockets."Here this is as agreed, and remember you have seen no one" I warn, standing in the cool air, watching the taillites of their vehicle slowly dissappear into the night.
Bending over the limp form, I lift its slight weight and place it over my shoulder. Stepping to the edge of the crumbling ruins, I place my hand into a hole and press downward, turning to watching the large rock face slowly, quietly slide backwards. Shifting my slight burden, I gingerly step down the ancient steps, hand carved hundreds of years before, and light a more recent oil lamp.
Reaching into a similar hole, I press a second toggle, admiring the ancient handiwork, as the barrier returns to its original place.
Finishing my travel down the narrow steps, I place my bundle on a solid rock table, the origin of it dating back to the time of human sacrifices.
"NOW, Miss Sydney Baker" I gloat gleefully "Time has not dulled the pain of the past amount you have cost me....nor will it dull yours, as you repay me in full, plus interest....."
Quickly stripping off the gown and gloves, I frown at the single sandal as I toss it into a corner. Placing each ankle and wrist into a heavy metal bracelet,I lock each and hang the ancient key on a wall, next to a collection of more modern devices.
Stepping back to admire the shapely form of my captive, clad only in panties, I begin to arrange the tools on the wall, some designed for pleasure, and some designed for pain.........
Leaving the restaurant, I step into the chiiled dark air, sliding into the seat of an old british two seater. Wrapped in the traditional desert turban, my face becomes indistinguishable to even those who deal with me daily, as I wind the thru the back alleys. Finally free from Casablanca, I steer into the desert, the finely tuned engine, underneath the rusted hood coming to life. Hours later, I coast to a silent stop, my eyes distinguishing the silhouette of a larger car, parked beside the old ruins of an earthen building.
"Do you have the package?" I question the larger of the two shadows, and at his affirmative reply, reach into my pockets."Here this is as agreed, and remember you have seen no one" I warn, standing in the cool air, watching the taillites of their vehicle slowly dissappear into the night.
Bending over the limp form, I lift its slight weight and place it over my shoulder. Stepping to the edge of the crumbling ruins, I place my hand into a hole and press downward, turning to watching the large rock face slowly, quietly slide backwards. Shifting my slight burden, I gingerly step down the ancient steps, hand carved hundreds of years before, and light a more recent oil lamp.
Reaching into a similar hole, I press a second toggle, admiring the ancient handiwork, as the barrier returns to its original place.
Finishing my travel down the narrow steps, I place my bundle on a solid rock table, the origin of it dating back to the time of human sacrifices.
"NOW, Miss Sydney Baker" I gloat gleefully "Time has not dulled the pain of the past amount you have cost me....nor will it dull yours, as you repay me in full, plus interest....."
Quickly stripping off the gown and gloves, I frown at the single sandal as I toss it into a corner. Placing each ankle and wrist into a heavy metal bracelet,I lock each and hang the ancient key on a wall, next to a collection of more modern devices.
Stepping back to admire the shapely form of my captive, clad only in panties, I begin to arrange the tools on the wall, some designed for pleasure, and some designed for pain.........
Syd
My head is throbbing slightly. Mmmm....oh, does it throb. But why?? I try to move my hand to my eyes, and discover that it won't move.
What the -
I pull on the arm again, then on the other. Is this a dream? I turn my head. God, I feel like I'm laying on a rock. And now I notice that my feet won't move either.
My eyes slowly flutter open. I'm staring at a stone wall, dimly lit by some hidden lamp somewhere. As I glance about, I see strange looking devices that do not look familiar to me. I glance up at my hand and notice a metal cuff encircling it.
Suddenly fear grips my heart as I try to wrench my hand loose, and feel the sharp bite of the metal into my flesh. Scared, I glance down towards my feet, and notice my body, naked, stretched out spread-eagle. My breathing becomes shallow and fast, causing my breasts to rise and fall rapidly.
Quickly I turn my head to the other side.....
And true terror holds me in its very grip
ABDUL!!
He stands near me, a smug grin on his face, his hands toying with......something. My eyes frantically glance at the wall behind him, and notice a collection of - items - and I suddenly am fearful I will not live out the night.
"Abdul, please, let me go. I know why you have me here, but Dr. Jones -"
"Dr. Jones will not be able to help you here, Miss Sydney Baker! Oh no! Not Dr. Jones! He will soon be helpless himself, if he isn't already. No, Miss Baker, it is you and I now. And I seem to recall a debt that you owe me?"
His laugh was that of the very devil himself, and made me want to cover my ears to make it go away. I struggle fiercely with the metal cuffs, yanking and pulling to free myself when his hand reaches out and roughly grabs my forearm.
"STOP IT! DO YOU HEAR! STOP IT NOW! The more you struggle, the more the metal will cut into that delicate flesh. And we wouldn't want that now, would we?"
His eyes gleam pure evil, and I know that before the night is over my flesh WILL be cut - if I even survive the night! I close my eyes to his laughter and clench my hands into fists, cursing at my weakness. And wondering how long it would be before Abdul would be finished with me.............
My head is throbbing slightly. Mmmm....oh, does it throb. But why?? I try to move my hand to my eyes, and discover that it won't move.
What the -
I pull on the arm again, then on the other. Is this a dream? I turn my head. God, I feel like I'm laying on a rock. And now I notice that my feet won't move either.
My eyes slowly flutter open. I'm staring at a stone wall, dimly lit by some hidden lamp somewhere. As I glance about, I see strange looking devices that do not look familiar to me. I glance up at my hand and notice a metal cuff encircling it.
Suddenly fear grips my heart as I try to wrench my hand loose, and feel the sharp bite of the metal into my flesh. Scared, I glance down towards my feet, and notice my body, naked, stretched out spread-eagle. My breathing becomes shallow and fast, causing my breasts to rise and fall rapidly.
Quickly I turn my head to the other side.....
And true terror holds me in its very grip
ABDUL!!
He stands near me, a smug grin on his face, his hands toying with......something. My eyes frantically glance at the wall behind him, and notice a collection of - items - and I suddenly am fearful I will not live out the night.
"Abdul, please, let me go. I know why you have me here, but Dr. Jones -"
"Dr. Jones will not be able to help you here, Miss Sydney Baker! Oh no! Not Dr. Jones! He will soon be helpless himself, if he isn't already. No, Miss Baker, it is you and I now. And I seem to recall a debt that you owe me?"
His laugh was that of the very devil himself, and made me want to cover my ears to make it go away. I struggle fiercely with the metal cuffs, yanking and pulling to free myself when his hand reaches out and roughly grabs my forearm.
"STOP IT! DO YOU HEAR! STOP IT NOW! The more you struggle, the more the metal will cut into that delicate flesh. And we wouldn't want that now, would we?"
His eyes gleam pure evil, and I know that before the night is over my flesh WILL be cut - if I even survive the night! I close my eyes to his laughter and clench my hands into fists, cursing at my weakness. And wondering how long it would be before Abdul would be finished with me.............
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Abdul
Placing my hand in Syd's hair, I use it to pull her head backwards, her face forced to stare into mine.
"You will repayment every single cent of your debt to me, with interest" I tell her again, sneering into her brave facade "And in the end you will admit your subserviance to a new master"
Suddenly her eyes blaze, and she spits in my face, defying me with her quivering voice...."Ne ne neverrrr"
Seizing her exposed nipple, I twist it savagely, forcing a new sound from her full lips. "Ahhhh", she moans, her head twisting in my grasp.
"Ahhh, Miss Baker, I see more than defiance in those lovely eyes of yours" I tease her "Perhaps a bit of desire for more?"
Placing her second nipple between my fingers, I twist and pull it even more viciously, watching her eyes intently. "Yes, I see a well hidden secret" I hiss, enjoying the flush that has come to her cheeks, and the way her breasts are heaving..
I will enjoy breaking your spirit, " I promise her, releasing her nipple and sliding my hand against her wet panties "As I exact my compensation from your body"
Placing my hand in Syd's hair, I use it to pull her head backwards, her face forced to stare into mine.
"You will repayment every single cent of your debt to me, with interest" I tell her again, sneering into her brave facade "And in the end you will admit your subserviance to a new master"
Suddenly her eyes blaze, and she spits in my face, defying me with her quivering voice...."Ne ne neverrrr"
Seizing her exposed nipple, I twist it savagely, forcing a new sound from her full lips. "Ahhhh", she moans, her head twisting in my grasp.
"Ahhh, Miss Baker, I see more than defiance in those lovely eyes of yours" I tease her "Perhaps a bit of desire for more?"
Placing her second nipple between my fingers, I twist and pull it even more viciously, watching her eyes intently. "Yes, I see a well hidden secret" I hiss, enjoying the flush that has come to her cheeks, and the way her breasts are heaving..
I will enjoy breaking your spirit, " I promise her, releasing her nipple and sliding my hand against her wet panties "As I exact my compensation from your body"
ariosto
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Indy was in no hurry to speed up Elaine Davis unique method of appraisal by diverting her or himself with thoughts of the artifact, the jewels or the whereabouts of Sydney Baker. Shifting down in his chair he tried to give Abdul's gorgeous assistant even better access to his own private treasure. He watched her pretty lips sliding all the way down to the base and then slowly ascend, accompanied by the delicious movements of her tongue, to the very top, every now and then pausing to bathe it completely of any pre-cum that had formed.
Elaine should write a dessetation on this method he thought...She should have a PhD.
"High quality, Doctor Jones...High quality."
His cock was swaying between her legs very much alone as she stood up and straddled his knees. She took his face in her hands, he felt her sharp nails on his temples, and kissed him with lips of carmen fire. His mouth followed hers in opening and their tongues were soon exploring the confines of each other like mating cobras.
When they finally parted Indy let out a gasp of appreciation.
Somehow Elaine had managed to drop the sheer top of her evening dress to her waist and before him were two of the most succulent breasts he'd ever seen. He began to salivate, his hands rose up to cup and lift them to his puckered lips...he could taste those rosey tips already!
"Hold it Doctor Jones...In due time. But we have one more wet test to run on your outstanding piece...wetness of a different kind."
Miss Davis' legs were spread on both sides of his thighs and she gathered the short hem of her skirt up as she settled down towards the pulsing tip of his rampant cock.
"No panties you see?
"You don't mind one last test do you?"
Elaine should write a dessetation on this method he thought...She should have a PhD.
"High quality, Doctor Jones...High quality."
His cock was swaying between her legs very much alone as she stood up and straddled his knees. She took his face in her hands, he felt her sharp nails on his temples, and kissed him with lips of carmen fire. His mouth followed hers in opening and their tongues were soon exploring the confines of each other like mating cobras.
When they finally parted Indy let out a gasp of appreciation.
Somehow Elaine had managed to drop the sheer top of her evening dress to her waist and before him were two of the most succulent breasts he'd ever seen. He began to salivate, his hands rose up to cup and lift them to his puckered lips...he could taste those rosey tips already!
"Hold it Doctor Jones...In due time. But we have one more wet test to run on your outstanding piece...wetness of a different kind."
Miss Davis' legs were spread on both sides of his thighs and she gathered the short hem of her skirt up as she settled down towards the pulsing tip of his rampant cock.
"No panties you see?
"You don't mind one last test do you?"
Syd
Trapped like an animal, exposed to Abdul's whim, the only weapon I have is the glare of my eyes. My nipples throb and burn from the fierce twisting and pulling he has just given them, and I find my mind slightly clouded from the pain.
But I refuse to give up my spirit to this man -
"Ha! I'll NEVER call YOU master, Abdul! You are nothing but a coward, tying me up like this....why, if I were free, I'd - AAaahhhhh!!"
I cry out to the ceiling as he slips his finger beneath my panties and savagely and brutally pinches then twists my clitoris. Tears spring to my eyes, as I start to whimper from the pain now emanating from between my thighs.
Sliding his fingers from beneath the lace, he traces his fingers down the crotch of my panties, and I know that he can feel the wetness that has soaked my panties and caused a betrayal of my own body. A smile, more of a leer, crosses his complexion as he lightly rubs the wetness.
"You are not in the position to negotiate or refuse, Miss Baker, are you? You will find it will be easier for you if you simply submit yourself to my whims."
He looks into my eyes, and draws his fingers to my nose.
"Here. Smell. Now, tell me that is not the scent of desire that comes from between your legs?"
Again the devil's own laugh rings through the chamber, as his hand runs the course of my body and up again to my face. Gripping my jaw, forcing me to look at him, he leans in closer.
"Ah, but perhaps you need a lesson as to how I expect to extract my compensation from you? Why, yes, I do believe so.....and I have just the item to start with."
I watch as he turns to the wall containing implements I'd never seen before - most of which looked liked some form of torture device. Now in almost sheer panic, I begin to beg..
"Abdul, please, please, if you have any humanity in you, I beg you to let me go. I have friends, rich friends! I can repay what you believe I stole from you. Abdul listen to me! Money, Abdul! I can get it!"
Taking his time, his fingers running lightly over the devices on the wall, his voice comes as though from far away.
"Miss Baker, I'm no longer interested in mere money. Why...I have you here, with me. And in quite an interesting, compromising position. Something, I dare say, money could never buy. No, Miss Baker, you will not leave here until I say it is time."
I watch as his fingers close about an evil looking device. I have no clue what it is or what it is used for, but if it is in Abdul's hands, it can only mean pain. I tense up, my body pulling against the restraints, waiting....
Trapped like an animal, exposed to Abdul's whim, the only weapon I have is the glare of my eyes. My nipples throb and burn from the fierce twisting and pulling he has just given them, and I find my mind slightly clouded from the pain.
But I refuse to give up my spirit to this man -
"Ha! I'll NEVER call YOU master, Abdul! You are nothing but a coward, tying me up like this....why, if I were free, I'd - AAaahhhhh!!"
I cry out to the ceiling as he slips his finger beneath my panties and savagely and brutally pinches then twists my clitoris. Tears spring to my eyes, as I start to whimper from the pain now emanating from between my thighs.
Sliding his fingers from beneath the lace, he traces his fingers down the crotch of my panties, and I know that he can feel the wetness that has soaked my panties and caused a betrayal of my own body. A smile, more of a leer, crosses his complexion as he lightly rubs the wetness.
"You are not in the position to negotiate or refuse, Miss Baker, are you? You will find it will be easier for you if you simply submit yourself to my whims."
He looks into my eyes, and draws his fingers to my nose.
"Here. Smell. Now, tell me that is not the scent of desire that comes from between your legs?"
Again the devil's own laugh rings through the chamber, as his hand runs the course of my body and up again to my face. Gripping my jaw, forcing me to look at him, he leans in closer.
"Ah, but perhaps you need a lesson as to how I expect to extract my compensation from you? Why, yes, I do believe so.....and I have just the item to start with."
I watch as he turns to the wall containing implements I'd never seen before - most of which looked liked some form of torture device. Now in almost sheer panic, I begin to beg..
"Abdul, please, please, if you have any humanity in you, I beg you to let me go. I have friends, rich friends! I can repay what you believe I stole from you. Abdul listen to me! Money, Abdul! I can get it!"
Taking his time, his fingers running lightly over the devices on the wall, his voice comes as though from far away.
"Miss Baker, I'm no longer interested in mere money. Why...I have you here, with me. And in quite an interesting, compromising position. Something, I dare say, money could never buy. No, Miss Baker, you will not leave here until I say it is time."
I watch as his fingers close about an evil looking device. I have no clue what it is or what it is used for, but if it is in Abdul's hands, it can only mean pain. I tense up, my body pulling against the restraints, waiting....
wildxfire
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Abdul
Running my fingers over the many familiar devices, I choose the first.....
"You will appreciate this, Miss Baker, As I recall you are a student of aviation and engineering" I grin evilly as I hold the golden tapered coils for her to see.
Before her eyes I hold a delicate gold wire that slowly curls into a tighter and tighter circle.
"Dont let its frail appearance deceive you" I sneer at her, as I press the first over her firm, unprotected breast, winding it around the silky flesh. "The Serpent's Breath, as I call it, responds to the heat of your body, and will slowly tighten itself into a very tight coil. Placing the second Serpent's Breath on her other breast, I pull her hardened nipple into the end of the coil.
"Now to guarntee we have as short of a wait as possible" I tell her, hooking my thumbs in her panties, pulling them upwards against her clit until they shred into peices.
"This is what our ladies of the night use, to prepare themselves for a mans pleasuring" I cackle, picking up a doubleheaded phallus, and pushing it into her wet canal. "Don't worry, Miss Baker, the surface has been coated with an ancient aphrodisiac, potent and swift in its effect"
Pressing the phallus deep into her clit, the second head begins to violate her rear entrance as I speak, and I watch the effect of my slow strokes.
"Soon you will be begging for a different form of release, my dear, one which only I can grant you.....and for which I will exact a heavy toll" I tell her quivering body, my voice echoing thru the room...
Running my fingers over the many familiar devices, I choose the first.....
"You will appreciate this, Miss Baker, As I recall you are a student of aviation and engineering" I grin evilly as I hold the golden tapered coils for her to see.
Before her eyes I hold a delicate gold wire that slowly curls into a tighter and tighter circle.
"Dont let its frail appearance deceive you" I sneer at her, as I press the first over her firm, unprotected breast, winding it around the silky flesh. "The Serpent's Breath, as I call it, responds to the heat of your body, and will slowly tighten itself into a very tight coil. Placing the second Serpent's Breath on her other breast, I pull her hardened nipple into the end of the coil.
"Now to guarntee we have as short of a wait as possible" I tell her, hooking my thumbs in her panties, pulling them upwards against her clit until they shred into peices.
"This is what our ladies of the night use, to prepare themselves for a mans pleasuring" I cackle, picking up a doubleheaded phallus, and pushing it into her wet canal. "Don't worry, Miss Baker, the surface has been coated with an ancient aphrodisiac, potent and swift in its effect"
Pressing the phallus deep into her clit, the second head begins to violate her rear entrance as I speak, and I watch the effect of my slow strokes.
"Soon you will be begging for a different form of release, my dear, one which only I can grant you.....and for which I will exact a heavy toll" I tell her quivering body, my voice echoing thru the room...
Syd
I watch as he places the delicate gold coil on one breast. Breathing hard, I wince slightly as the firm flesh is caught in its grip. When Abdul moves to put the second one on, I can easily see how these will work, and start to struggle slightly to avoid contact. Dismissing this, Abdul easily places the second coil into place, capturing the second nipple in its firm grip.
Staring up at him, I find I no longer have the words to reason with him, even though my body still wishes to fight against him. At the sight of the double-headed phallus, I take a sharp intake of breath.
"Don't worry, Miss Baker, the surface has been coated with an ancient aphrodisiac, potent and swift in its effect"
My eyes widen at his words.....ancient aphrodisiac? I begin to squirm, trying not to allow him to put that anywhere near me. Yet, he presses down on my hips as though my struggles mean nothing and pushes one end firmly up my pussy. There is a slight burning sensation.....almost more of a warming of the interior. I want to cry out at first, but find that it is not entirely uncomfortable.
As he forces the other end into my anus, I cry out at the feeling of discomfort, yet he only smiles at me as he firmly inserts deeply into my ass. Once secured, he moves the phallus slightly allowing me to feel presence of fullness in both my pussy and my ass. Moving his hands up my body, he gently flicks at the gold coils holding my nipples captive, until I grimace with the slight pain.
His smile is cruel and cold.
I wonder at the idea that I have seemingly stopped struggling, that I seemed to have given in so easily. My body fills with warmth, and as I glance down, I see that my body is flushed. I begin to desire the phallus to be moved within me. The desire to have my pussy stroked is becoming stronger and stronger. Involuntarily, my hips begin to move, trying to get the intruder in my body to move of its own accord, to stroke and pound and offer a reward.
Suddenly, I am aware that my nipples are beginning to cry out. I glance down and notice the coils are beginning to close - causing the skin of my nipples to be firmly pressed in them. The pain begins in the very tips and spreads out across my body.....the further from my body, the more pleasurable it seemingly becomes. I feel my body moving and undulating - trying to move the phallus buried within me, suddenly delighting in the coils tightly trapping my nipples in their grip, pulling lightly against the metal cuffs. I throw my head back, my eyes closed, my lips murmuring secret desires....
"Abdul....please....oh, please....my body, Abdul.....please!!"
I watch as he places the delicate gold coil on one breast. Breathing hard, I wince slightly as the firm flesh is caught in its grip. When Abdul moves to put the second one on, I can easily see how these will work, and start to struggle slightly to avoid contact. Dismissing this, Abdul easily places the second coil into place, capturing the second nipple in its firm grip.
Staring up at him, I find I no longer have the words to reason with him, even though my body still wishes to fight against him. At the sight of the double-headed phallus, I take a sharp intake of breath.
"Don't worry, Miss Baker, the surface has been coated with an ancient aphrodisiac, potent and swift in its effect"
My eyes widen at his words.....ancient aphrodisiac? I begin to squirm, trying not to allow him to put that anywhere near me. Yet, he presses down on my hips as though my struggles mean nothing and pushes one end firmly up my pussy. There is a slight burning sensation.....almost more of a warming of the interior. I want to cry out at first, but find that it is not entirely uncomfortable.
As he forces the other end into my anus, I cry out at the feeling of discomfort, yet he only smiles at me as he firmly inserts deeply into my ass. Once secured, he moves the phallus slightly allowing me to feel presence of fullness in both my pussy and my ass. Moving his hands up my body, he gently flicks at the gold coils holding my nipples captive, until I grimace with the slight pain.
His smile is cruel and cold.
I wonder at the idea that I have seemingly stopped struggling, that I seemed to have given in so easily. My body fills with warmth, and as I glance down, I see that my body is flushed. I begin to desire the phallus to be moved within me. The desire to have my pussy stroked is becoming stronger and stronger. Involuntarily, my hips begin to move, trying to get the intruder in my body to move of its own accord, to stroke and pound and offer a reward.
Suddenly, I am aware that my nipples are beginning to cry out. I glance down and notice the coils are beginning to close - causing the skin of my nipples to be firmly pressed in them. The pain begins in the very tips and spreads out across my body.....the further from my body, the more pleasurable it seemingly becomes. I feel my body moving and undulating - trying to move the phallus buried within me, suddenly delighting in the coils tightly trapping my nipples in their grip, pulling lightly against the metal cuffs. I throw my head back, my eyes closed, my lips murmuring secret desires....
"Abdul....please....oh, please....my body, Abdul.....please!!"
Ticklish Girl
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Elaine Davis
I’m sure that Dr. Jones can feel the heat radiating from my pussy, which is now less than an inch from the head of his cock. “I don’t mind one last test, Miss Davis,” he murmurs. “I’ve always believed that thoroughness is a virtue.”
“I’m so glad you agree.” I stroke his strong jawline, smiling at him. I can see why Miss Baker enjoys his company so much. He’s a remarkable man, and not simply because of his impressive endowment. No, he’s special because he’s playful as well as sensual – for example, he got right into the spirit of my little game of euphemisms. I haven’t had this much fun with a man in a long time.
And I haven’t been this aroused in a long time, either. I’m trying to remain cool and in control, but the ache between my legs threatens to overwhelm my reason. Abdul said that I had to keep my mind on the business at hand. And so I shall – but he never said that I couldn’t have a little fun, too.
The anticipation is too much – I have to have him inside me now. Bracing myself by holding onto his shoulders, I lower myself that last inch, and the head of his cock slides into my opening. Dr. Jones utters a little groan as I slowly impale myself upon him. His cock fits so snugly inside me, it could have been custom designed just for my pussy. My breathing quickens as I feed the last couple of inches into me.
When he’s fully inserted, I stay still for a moment, getting used to the feeling of fullness. My hands knead his strong shoulders. I look into his eyes, smiling, then lean close to his ear and whisper, “This is more of a…stress test, you might say.” My tongue flickers out and teases his earlobe.
“A stress test?” His voice, though breathless, is amused. “You – you’re interested in how my, uh, artifact stands up under pressure?” I can’t see his face, but I can sense him winking again.
“Precisely.” I pull back and look into his eyes again. With a mischievous smile I give him a squeeze with my internal muscles. He groans and his eyes squeeze into slits. “You see, a connoisseur doesn’t just want an item that looks good. She wants something that has a little, um, endurance. Something with…staying power. Do you see what I’m driving at, Dr. Jones?”
He grins at me. “Oh I see it very clearly, Miss Davis. Believe me, I shall do my best not to disappoint.”
I lean in, and when my lips are less than an inch from his I whisper, “That’s all I ask, Dr. Jones.”
I’m sure that Dr. Jones can feel the heat radiating from my pussy, which is now less than an inch from the head of his cock. “I don’t mind one last test, Miss Davis,” he murmurs. “I’ve always believed that thoroughness is a virtue.”
“I’m so glad you agree.” I stroke his strong jawline, smiling at him. I can see why Miss Baker enjoys his company so much. He’s a remarkable man, and not simply because of his impressive endowment. No, he’s special because he’s playful as well as sensual – for example, he got right into the spirit of my little game of euphemisms. I haven’t had this much fun with a man in a long time.
And I haven’t been this aroused in a long time, either. I’m trying to remain cool and in control, but the ache between my legs threatens to overwhelm my reason. Abdul said that I had to keep my mind on the business at hand. And so I shall – but he never said that I couldn’t have a little fun, too.
The anticipation is too much – I have to have him inside me now. Bracing myself by holding onto his shoulders, I lower myself that last inch, and the head of his cock slides into my opening. Dr. Jones utters a little groan as I slowly impale myself upon him. His cock fits so snugly inside me, it could have been custom designed just for my pussy. My breathing quickens as I feed the last couple of inches into me.
When he’s fully inserted, I stay still for a moment, getting used to the feeling of fullness. My hands knead his strong shoulders. I look into his eyes, smiling, then lean close to his ear and whisper, “This is more of a…stress test, you might say.” My tongue flickers out and teases his earlobe.
“A stress test?” His voice, though breathless, is amused. “You – you’re interested in how my, uh, artifact stands up under pressure?” I can’t see his face, but I can sense him winking again.
“Precisely.” I pull back and look into his eyes again. With a mischievous smile I give him a squeeze with my internal muscles. He groans and his eyes squeeze into slits. “You see, a connoisseur doesn’t just want an item that looks good. She wants something that has a little, um, endurance. Something with…staying power. Do you see what I’m driving at, Dr. Jones?”
He grins at me. “Oh I see it very clearly, Miss Davis. Believe me, I shall do my best not to disappoint.”
I lean in, and when my lips are less than an inch from his I whisper, “That’s all I ask, Dr. Jones.”
ariosto
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Elaine's pussy is like a hand in a velvet glove squeezing the curving length of him from ball to tip. He can just touch her full red lips with his tongue and does so.
"I admire the rigor you show in taking command of the artifact for testing Miss Davis."
He licks his way down the elegant line of neck and along the rising curve of breast to nipple which he sucks and licks and nips with his fine white teeth.
Sweat lines his forhead as Elaine coniniues to squeeze and release his cock.
"I've heard", he said, around her rampant coral tips, that a somewhat verticle motion can cause a structural failure."
He opens wide and engulfs as much of her pert sweet tit in his mouth as he can...her nipple rubs against the back of his throat.
She flexes her legs and slowly rises, pressing him within her passage almost cruelly.
He bites down.
"AHHHHHH!"
Squeezing even harder she forces herself relentleesly down his pulsing shaft. It's like pushing himself through a garden hose.
The sensation is maddening!
His hands come up and crush her breast...the one not buried in his mouth...fingers sinking into the firm pale flesh.
Now she rises once again. He waits. It feels like
she's drawing the life out of him as her labia
suck the skin back up along his rigid cock!
She's at the tip, a look of triumph crosses her face. She tenses...ready to descend. The vise again!
Indy grabs her shoulders in his strong hands and bucks! He kicks his pelvis up and drives himself straight through her contracting muscles...pulling her down at the same time. He doesn't stop until he has nothing left to ram inside.
Elaine Gasps!
He stands up and she grabs his shoulders for support, her legs lock behind him and he digs his hands into her ass.
"Now," he says carrying her impaled like a butterfly to the bed.
"Now we can start the real tests."
"I admire the rigor you show in taking command of the artifact for testing Miss Davis."
He licks his way down the elegant line of neck and along the rising curve of breast to nipple which he sucks and licks and nips with his fine white teeth.
Sweat lines his forhead as Elaine coniniues to squeeze and release his cock.
"I've heard", he said, around her rampant coral tips, that a somewhat verticle motion can cause a structural failure."
He opens wide and engulfs as much of her pert sweet tit in his mouth as he can...her nipple rubs against the back of his throat.
She flexes her legs and slowly rises, pressing him within her passage almost cruelly.
He bites down.
"AHHHHHH!"
Squeezing even harder she forces herself relentleesly down his pulsing shaft. It's like pushing himself through a garden hose.
The sensation is maddening!
His hands come up and crush her breast...the one not buried in his mouth...fingers sinking into the firm pale flesh.
Now she rises once again. He waits. It feels like
she's drawing the life out of him as her labia
suck the skin back up along his rigid cock!
She's at the tip, a look of triumph crosses her face. She tenses...ready to descend. The vise again!
Indy grabs her shoulders in his strong hands and bucks! He kicks his pelvis up and drives himself straight through her contracting muscles...pulling her down at the same time. He doesn't stop until he has nothing left to ram inside.
Elaine Gasps!
He stands up and she grabs his shoulders for support, her legs lock behind him and he digs his hands into her ass.
"Now," he says carrying her impaled like a butterfly to the bed.
"Now we can start the real tests."
wildxfire
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Abdul
Taking in the wonderful, erotic view of Syd's arching body, I tease her clit and ass by slowly stroking both with the drug laden phallus.....In........Out.......In.........Out.......In.....twist, turn, rub.......
Listening to her moans, I know she responds to more than just the aphrodisiac, and the pain...
"Yesssss, Missssss Bakerrrrr????" I taunt her helpless, bucking form "What do you wish to say to your master?"
Shoving the ancient phallus forward, I drive it deep into both her ass and clit, hearing her sharp intake of breath.
Pulling her hair, and tilting her long neck backwards, I seize the skin of it with my lips, sucking on its salty, perfumed surface, as I work my way towards her lips....
My face pressed against her body, I can feel her tremor, and wonder is she ready to cum already? The potion is potent, and she responded so quickly........?
Taking in the wonderful, erotic view of Syd's arching body, I tease her clit and ass by slowly stroking both with the drug laden phallus.....In........Out.......In.........Out.......In.....twist, turn, rub.......
Listening to her moans, I know she responds to more than just the aphrodisiac, and the pain...
"Yesssss, Missssss Bakerrrrr????" I taunt her helpless, bucking form "What do you wish to say to your master?"
Shoving the ancient phallus forward, I drive it deep into both her ass and clit, hearing her sharp intake of breath.
Pulling her hair, and tilting her long neck backwards, I seize the skin of it with my lips, sucking on its salty, perfumed surface, as I work my way towards her lips....
My face pressed against her body, I can feel her tremor, and wonder is she ready to cum already? The potion is potent, and she responded so quickly........?
Syd
As I feel the device invade my body fully, the warmth begins to spread to my entire body. I can hear Abdul saying something, taunting me, yet every ounce of my being is concentrated on phallus that is embedded in my most tender entrances.
I feel my head being pulled back, and his lips on my throat, sucking, licking, biting, and it only serves ot fuel my desires more fully. A tiny area in my brain is fighting for recognition that this
Abdul, a man I should not be giving myself to in this way.
Yet, the pleasure is so intense. I cannot deny what my body is feeling, no matte how hard that I try. As Abdul's lips trace the curve of my neck, I feel a tightening between my thighs. I begin to pull on the restraints, at once wanting to give in to the orgasm that is coming, yet not wanting to give Abdul the satisfacton.
Ultimately, though, the first intense wave of please begins to wash over me. The intensity is almost frightening, as I pull hard agains the metal cuffs that hold each wrist and ankle. Crying otu into the room, my orgasm attacks my body as a pleasant assailant. I give into the pleasure, my body twisting, bucking, seeking release from any place it can be given.
As the orgasm washes over me, I am aware that Abdul has just witnessed the entire thing, and my cheek flush crimson. I glance almost hesitatingly up at him to be greeted with a cruel smile and a flick at the gold coil that encircles my niple, causing me to cry out in pain.....
As I feel the device invade my body fully, the warmth begins to spread to my entire body. I can hear Abdul saying something, taunting me, yet every ounce of my being is concentrated on phallus that is embedded in my most tender entrances.
I feel my head being pulled back, and his lips on my throat, sucking, licking, biting, and it only serves ot fuel my desires more fully. A tiny area in my brain is fighting for recognition that this
Abdul, a man I should not be giving myself to in this way.
Yet, the pleasure is so intense. I cannot deny what my body is feeling, no matte how hard that I try. As Abdul's lips trace the curve of my neck, I feel a tightening between my thighs. I begin to pull on the restraints, at once wanting to give in to the orgasm that is coming, yet not wanting to give Abdul the satisfacton.
Ultimately, though, the first intense wave of please begins to wash over me. The intensity is almost frightening, as I pull hard agains the metal cuffs that hold each wrist and ankle. Crying otu into the room, my orgasm attacks my body as a pleasant assailant. I give into the pleasure, my body twisting, bucking, seeking release from any place it can be given.
As the orgasm washes over me, I am aware that Abdul has just witnessed the entire thing, and my cheek flush crimson. I glance almost hesitatingly up at him to be greeted with a cruel smile and a flick at the gold coil that encircles my niple, causing me to cry out in pain.....
wildxfire
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Abdul
Smiling at Miss Bakers easy dominationation, and the discovery of her response to pain, I untie her drained body. Pulling her off the table, I push her roughly towards the middle of the room.
"Bend over, Miss Baker" I command her, and watch her slowly obey...Around her waist I place a thick leather band, with several silver rings attached. From each opposing wall I attach a heavy rope to the rings, pulling the ropes taut. Pushing her legs apart, I tie each trim ankle to more rings in the floor, then bind her wrists in the same way.
"Now, Miss Baker" I tell her sternly, my eyes admiring the bent over view her body gives me, her legs spread helplessly, invitingly... "You will tell me why your associate and you are arrogant enough to pass me fake jewels, in trade for the head of Ra?"
Stepping behind her, I pull the phallus out of her clit, and begin to slide it up and down her trembling thighs. With my other hand, I flick her hardened nipples, still captured in the Serpent's Breath's tight golden coils....
Smiling at Miss Bakers easy dominationation, and the discovery of her response to pain, I untie her drained body. Pulling her off the table, I push her roughly towards the middle of the room.
"Bend over, Miss Baker" I command her, and watch her slowly obey...Around her waist I place a thick leather band, with several silver rings attached. From each opposing wall I attach a heavy rope to the rings, pulling the ropes taut. Pushing her legs apart, I tie each trim ankle to more rings in the floor, then bind her wrists in the same way.
"Now, Miss Baker" I tell her sternly, my eyes admiring the bent over view her body gives me, her legs spread helplessly, invitingly... "You will tell me why your associate and you are arrogant enough to pass me fake jewels, in trade for the head of Ra?"
Stepping behind her, I pull the phallus out of her clit, and begin to slide it up and down her trembling thighs. With my other hand, I flick her hardened nipples, still captured in the Serpent's Breath's tight golden coils....
Syd
Feeling almost helpless to disobey, I follow Abdul's orders to bend over as told. As the leather goes about my waist and ropes attached to it, I find that I am immobilized and cannot move. My ankles and wrists are secured to the floor, causing me to feel exposed and vulnerable - yet still strangely excited and aroused.
I shake my head, trying to fight off the effects of the aphrodisiac he has put into my body. And then the terrifying thougth occurs - is it ALL the aphrodisiac that I am responding to? Or is my own body giving me away?
I groan as the phallus is removed from my body, and cry out as he rubs it against my thighs. As his hands flick the coils that have painfully captured my swollen nipples, I cry out - but whether in pain or pleasure is a mystery even to myself.
He flicks the coils again, and pain courses through my body. My nipples feel as though they are ablaze!! The pain is white hot, searing, and causes me to lose my breath. And yet, I feel a sudden rush of wetness between my thighs, and hang my head in shame, as I know that such a thing will not escape Abdul's attention.
"You will tell me why your associate and you are arrogant enough to pass me fake jewels, in trade for the head of Ra?"
Breathless, barely audible, I can only respond with muffled tones.
"What, Miss Baker? I couldn't hear you!"
"I don't know!! That's the true!! It wasn't my idea, and I don't know Jones would do such a thing!"
"You lie, Miss Baker...."
I scream as I feel a sharpness cut across my ass cheeks - stinging, sharp, and utterly arousing.
"NO! I swear, Abdul! I just DON'T know! You must believe me! I'm only here to fly Jones around, that's all."
"Miss Baker, I cannot tolerate a liar, and that is what you are doing to me now!"
Again I feel the sharp pain cross my ass. Tears well up into my eyes, as a scream escapes my lips. As he comes around to me, I notice the thin leather strap he carries in his hand. Grabbing my chin roughly, he pulls my face up to look at him.
"Now, you wouldn't want me to cover your beautiful ass in welts over a simple thing like this, would you?"
His leering smile told me he would look forward to doing that very thing. My mind raced for a plausible answer - but was it to escape the pain, or prolong it??
Feeling almost helpless to disobey, I follow Abdul's orders to bend over as told. As the leather goes about my waist and ropes attached to it, I find that I am immobilized and cannot move. My ankles and wrists are secured to the floor, causing me to feel exposed and vulnerable - yet still strangely excited and aroused.
I shake my head, trying to fight off the effects of the aphrodisiac he has put into my body. And then the terrifying thougth occurs - is it ALL the aphrodisiac that I am responding to? Or is my own body giving me away?
I groan as the phallus is removed from my body, and cry out as he rubs it against my thighs. As his hands flick the coils that have painfully captured my swollen nipples, I cry out - but whether in pain or pleasure is a mystery even to myself.
He flicks the coils again, and pain courses through my body. My nipples feel as though they are ablaze!! The pain is white hot, searing, and causes me to lose my breath. And yet, I feel a sudden rush of wetness between my thighs, and hang my head in shame, as I know that such a thing will not escape Abdul's attention.
"You will tell me why your associate and you are arrogant enough to pass me fake jewels, in trade for the head of Ra?"
Breathless, barely audible, I can only respond with muffled tones.
"What, Miss Baker? I couldn't hear you!"
"I don't know!! That's the true!! It wasn't my idea, and I don't know Jones would do such a thing!"
"You lie, Miss Baker...."
I scream as I feel a sharpness cut across my ass cheeks - stinging, sharp, and utterly arousing.
"NO! I swear, Abdul! I just DON'T know! You must believe me! I'm only here to fly Jones around, that's all."
"Miss Baker, I cannot tolerate a liar, and that is what you are doing to me now!"
Again I feel the sharp pain cross my ass. Tears well up into my eyes, as a scream escapes my lips. As he comes around to me, I notice the thin leather strap he carries in his hand. Grabbing my chin roughly, he pulls my face up to look at him.
"Now, you wouldn't want me to cover your beautiful ass in welts over a simple thing like this, would you?"
His leering smile told me he would look forward to doing that very thing. My mind raced for a plausible answer - but was it to escape the pain, or prolong it??
Ticklish Girl
Bloody but unbowed
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Elaine Davis
I utter a deep groan as Dr. Jones lifts me. He is breathing hard, grinning at me, as he carries me toward the bed. He has one hand on each cheek of my ass and he’s squeezing them both hard, as if he is testing them for ripeness. My legs fold around him and my ankles lock at the small of his back. He doesn’t seem to notice or care that my fingernails have sunk into his shoulders, digging little crescent-shaped marks into the flesh. I’m too busy enjoying the ride to care.
Only a few steps and we are at the bed. His knees bend and with a grunt he none too ceremoniously deposits me so that I’m lying across the bed, then covers me with his body. Somehow he manages to keep his cock in me the entire time. We lie there gasping for breath, and after a moment I finally remember to release my nails from his shoulders.
He smiles at me. “That test went well, Miss Davis. As far as I can tell, the structure is still in pretty good order. What do you think?” I open my mouth to reply, and he covers it with his. Whatever flip reply I was going to make dissolves under the pressure of his kiss. And then he begins his thrusts, and I lose the power to speak altogether.
He moves very slowly, as if savoring every second of each penetration and withdrawal. Before long my arousal is a deep, sweet ache in the center of me, and his slow thrusts fuel my fire instead of quenching it. He keeps me teetering on the brink of orgasm for what feels like hours. I need him to go faster and harder. I feel as if he’s teasing me to death! I try to move with him, grind my pussy against him, but his heavier body effectively keeps me pinned to the bed. Unless he changes positions to allow me more movement, I’m completely at his mercy. I’m not used to this loss of control, and it’s both frustrating and thrilling at the same time.
His lips brush the supersensitive side of my neck, making me stiffen and moan involuntarily. He chuckles softly and kisses the same spot once more, and once more I moan helplessly. I feel embarrassed, as if I’ve given something away. This is not the way things were supposed to go. I was supposed to captivate him, leave him gasping for more. Instead he’s effortlessly found the one spot on my body that absolutely drives me wild. And he exploits that knowledge mercilessly, kissing my neck again and again until I shudder and cry out, raking his back. Just one or two more well-placed kisses will drive me over the edge – but then he stops! My pussy throbs and aches in sympathy. I groan helplessly.
He raises his face from my neck and smiles smugly at me. “How do you like this test, Miss Davis?” he whispers. “Looks like I’m going to pass with flying colors. How about you?”
I don’t reply. I can’t. My need has robbed me of my coolness and cleverness, leaving me mute. I don’t know precisely when it happened, but Dr. Jones has gained control of the situation. And part of me loves it.
I utter a deep groan as Dr. Jones lifts me. He is breathing hard, grinning at me, as he carries me toward the bed. He has one hand on each cheek of my ass and he’s squeezing them both hard, as if he is testing them for ripeness. My legs fold around him and my ankles lock at the small of his back. He doesn’t seem to notice or care that my fingernails have sunk into his shoulders, digging little crescent-shaped marks into the flesh. I’m too busy enjoying the ride to care.
Only a few steps and we are at the bed. His knees bend and with a grunt he none too ceremoniously deposits me so that I’m lying across the bed, then covers me with his body. Somehow he manages to keep his cock in me the entire time. We lie there gasping for breath, and after a moment I finally remember to release my nails from his shoulders.
He smiles at me. “That test went well, Miss Davis. As far as I can tell, the structure is still in pretty good order. What do you think?” I open my mouth to reply, and he covers it with his. Whatever flip reply I was going to make dissolves under the pressure of his kiss. And then he begins his thrusts, and I lose the power to speak altogether.
He moves very slowly, as if savoring every second of each penetration and withdrawal. Before long my arousal is a deep, sweet ache in the center of me, and his slow thrusts fuel my fire instead of quenching it. He keeps me teetering on the brink of orgasm for what feels like hours. I need him to go faster and harder. I feel as if he’s teasing me to death! I try to move with him, grind my pussy against him, but his heavier body effectively keeps me pinned to the bed. Unless he changes positions to allow me more movement, I’m completely at his mercy. I’m not used to this loss of control, and it’s both frustrating and thrilling at the same time.
His lips brush the supersensitive side of my neck, making me stiffen and moan involuntarily. He chuckles softly and kisses the same spot once more, and once more I moan helplessly. I feel embarrassed, as if I’ve given something away. This is not the way things were supposed to go. I was supposed to captivate him, leave him gasping for more. Instead he’s effortlessly found the one spot on my body that absolutely drives me wild. And he exploits that knowledge mercilessly, kissing my neck again and again until I shudder and cry out, raking his back. Just one or two more well-placed kisses will drive me over the edge – but then he stops! My pussy throbs and aches in sympathy. I groan helplessly.
He raises his face from my neck and smiles smugly at me. “How do you like this test, Miss Davis?” he whispers. “Looks like I’m going to pass with flying colors. How about you?”
I don’t reply. I can’t. My need has robbed me of my coolness and cleverness, leaving me mute. I don’t know precisely when it happened, but Dr. Jones has gained control of the situation. And part of me loves it.
ariosto
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Elaine lay beneath him breathing fast, a hard wild fire in her eyes. He placed his lips against her neck once again as though to kiss...to lick...to bite...and felt her body go tense. She contracted around him once again very tightly, he felt her trying to move, to force him into her, to ride on his cock in a frenzy untill she came. He wasn't far from it himself the wave was right behind him. He pulsed inside her with an eager desire to release, to let go!
"I've heard"...his words are ragged, shallow, fast,"I've heard the best way to test the worth of such an object is to drive it to the very center, the very core of the test bed and there to attempt by extreme physical duress to draw from it everything it's capable of..."
The neatly whispered speech belied the virtual sweat of arousal he was in.
Elaine murmured something in reply...but Jones was already into the finale as she formed the words.
His hands and arms slid under her thighs, pulling her smoothly contoured legs up and over his broad shoulders, her feet pointing upwards like the twin flags of her surrender.
Indy pushed forward hard, his cock driving inches deeper, squeezing into parts of her she'd never felt touched before. The force of the thrust lifted her hips from the bed and drove her forward against the head board. She writhed on his engorged erection, her fingernails cutting into the flesh of his chest...head tossing, hips grinding...
He stopped for a second relishing the sight of the cool sophisticated Miss Davis so totally skewered and helpless; then visceral desire took over.
Holding her hips steady with his hands, Indy withdrew slowly and then rammed himself back into her in long, brutal relentless thrusts, lifting her from the covers, driving her across the bed. Sweat ran from every pore, the driving tempo increased...
IN
OUT
IN
OUT
IN...holding it...JESUS!...Holding it...
OUT
IN.....GOD GOING TO....GOING TO...
She felt his body shudder, his eyes narrowed to
fiery slits his fingers dug into her flesh...
OUT...
YES NOW!...Elaine contracted everything she had left, she knew this was it, she was going over the edge as he was...
NOW!!!!...He drove into her hard enough to split her in two and releasing wave after wave of searing cum right into the very center of her body.
"I've heard"...his words are ragged, shallow, fast,"I've heard the best way to test the worth of such an object is to drive it to the very center, the very core of the test bed and there to attempt by extreme physical duress to draw from it everything it's capable of..."
The neatly whispered speech belied the virtual sweat of arousal he was in.
Elaine murmured something in reply...but Jones was already into the finale as she formed the words.
His hands and arms slid under her thighs, pulling her smoothly contoured legs up and over his broad shoulders, her feet pointing upwards like the twin flags of her surrender.
Indy pushed forward hard, his cock driving inches deeper, squeezing into parts of her she'd never felt touched before. The force of the thrust lifted her hips from the bed and drove her forward against the head board. She writhed on his engorged erection, her fingernails cutting into the flesh of his chest...head tossing, hips grinding...
He stopped for a second relishing the sight of the cool sophisticated Miss Davis so totally skewered and helpless; then visceral desire took over.
Holding her hips steady with his hands, Indy withdrew slowly and then rammed himself back into her in long, brutal relentless thrusts, lifting her from the covers, driving her across the bed. Sweat ran from every pore, the driving tempo increased...
IN
OUT
IN
OUT
IN...holding it...JESUS!...Holding it...
OUT
IN.....GOD GOING TO....GOING TO...
She felt his body shudder, his eyes narrowed to
fiery slits his fingers dug into her flesh...
OUT...
YES NOW!...Elaine contracted everything she had left, she knew this was it, she was going over the edge as he was...
NOW!!!!...He drove into her hard enough to split her in two and releasing wave after wave of searing cum right into the very center of her body.
wildxfire
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Abdul
The binding and punishment of Miss Baker serve a twofold purpose, and result in an very unexpected revelation as well. Hanging the whip on the peg, I take down an innocent looking paddle, bearing a great similarity to the ones used in the British racquet ball game.
This paddle bore several special modifications, the catgut strings had been imbedded with tiny, sharp stones, and the frame had been reinforced sevral times, for repeated heavy blows......
Taking a stance beside the enticing, bound form of Miss Baker, I begin to drive home what I hoped would be a pang of doubt, with the blows.
"So Miss Baker, IF what you say is true, your partner has bilked me of $4,500,000.00 and left you with me to settle the remainder"
"THWAAAACK!!!" went the diminuitive paddle, striking her trembling ass, driving a cry of startled pain from her throat....
"Perhaps his intentions were just as happened, Miss Baker? He retreives his precious head....and makes a large profit for his small troubles....and leaves behinfd the only person who could possibly prove it, Hmmm?"
"THWAAAACK" came the second blow, on her opposite ass cheek, and again a cry of pain, turning into a deep moan
"How curious" I thought to myself as I brought the paddle to my shoulder again "She enjoys the pain, even thrives on it, responding to it as she would a lover"
"It betrays your Doctor's true character, I would say....He leaves his dirty work to a woman, a very appealing women I might add....and reaps the rewards while she suffers" I drive the final wedge home, before giving in the second reason I had subjected this lithsome young woman to this punishment...
"THWAAACK, THWAAACK, THWAAAACK" went the paddle, striking her now rosy bottom, and bringing forth the now expected results, Loud moans of pleasure....not pain.
"YES...Miss Baker....We will now get to the amount you owe me" I tell her, undoing my loose pants and stepping from them as they slide down my legs. Pressing my enraged cock against her wet thighs, and aiming for the center of the heat......
The binding and punishment of Miss Baker serve a twofold purpose, and result in an very unexpected revelation as well. Hanging the whip on the peg, I take down an innocent looking paddle, bearing a great similarity to the ones used in the British racquet ball game.
This paddle bore several special modifications, the catgut strings had been imbedded with tiny, sharp stones, and the frame had been reinforced sevral times, for repeated heavy blows......
Taking a stance beside the enticing, bound form of Miss Baker, I begin to drive home what I hoped would be a pang of doubt, with the blows.
"So Miss Baker, IF what you say is true, your partner has bilked me of $4,500,000.00 and left you with me to settle the remainder"
"THWAAAACK!!!" went the diminuitive paddle, striking her trembling ass, driving a cry of startled pain from her throat....
"Perhaps his intentions were just as happened, Miss Baker? He retreives his precious head....and makes a large profit for his small troubles....and leaves behinfd the only person who could possibly prove it, Hmmm?"
"THWAAAACK" came the second blow, on her opposite ass cheek, and again a cry of pain, turning into a deep moan
"How curious" I thought to myself as I brought the paddle to my shoulder again "She enjoys the pain, even thrives on it, responding to it as she would a lover"
"It betrays your Doctor's true character, I would say....He leaves his dirty work to a woman, a very appealing women I might add....and reaps the rewards while she suffers" I drive the final wedge home, before giving in the second reason I had subjected this lithsome young woman to this punishment...
"THWAAACK, THWAAACK, THWAAAACK" went the paddle, striking her now rosy bottom, and bringing forth the now expected results, Loud moans of pleasure....not pain.
"YES...Miss Baker....We will now get to the amount you owe me" I tell her, undoing my loose pants and stepping from them as they slide down my legs. Pressing my enraged cock against her wet thighs, and aiming for the center of the heat......
Ticklish Girl
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Elaine Davis
Dr. Jones shoves himself into me with such force that it seems he will split my womb apart. I don’t mind this a bit, because I am on the brink of exploding. My pussy throbs with such urgency it seems as though I have a second heart pounding away between my thighs. The need to cum is so intense it is almost agony. The muscles in my lower belly begin to cramp, anticipating the climax.
I wrap my legs around Dr. Jones even tighter and pump my hips as fast as I possibly can, meeting his thrusts, trying desperately to wring every last drop of stimulation from them. Suddenly he shudders, then lets out a loud groan as his climax begins. His cock is like a firehose releasing jet after jet of cum inside me. Seconds later my body tenses and the first waves of pleasure hit me. My eyes squeeze shut and my mouth opens wide in a soundless scream. Sweat bursts from my pores and drenches my face, pasting my hair to my forehead. Conscious thought is swept away and I just give in to the ecstasy.
After what seems like a very long time the spasms end and I collapse beneath Dr. Jones, utterly drained. The room is silent except for our labored breathing. I release my tight grip on his shoulders, and my arms fall limply to the bed. Feeling lazy and contented, I smile up at him. “I believe your, ah, artifact has passed every test, Dr. Jones.”
Dr. Jones shoves himself into me with such force that it seems he will split my womb apart. I don’t mind this a bit, because I am on the brink of exploding. My pussy throbs with such urgency it seems as though I have a second heart pounding away between my thighs. The need to cum is so intense it is almost agony. The muscles in my lower belly begin to cramp, anticipating the climax.
I wrap my legs around Dr. Jones even tighter and pump my hips as fast as I possibly can, meeting his thrusts, trying desperately to wring every last drop of stimulation from them. Suddenly he shudders, then lets out a loud groan as his climax begins. His cock is like a firehose releasing jet after jet of cum inside me. Seconds later my body tenses and the first waves of pleasure hit me. My eyes squeeze shut and my mouth opens wide in a soundless scream. Sweat bursts from my pores and drenches my face, pasting my hair to my forehead. Conscious thought is swept away and I just give in to the ecstasy.
After what seems like a very long time the spasms end and I collapse beneath Dr. Jones, utterly drained. The room is silent except for our labored breathing. I release my tight grip on his shoulders, and my arms fall limply to the bed. Feeling lazy and contented, I smile up at him. “I believe your, ah, artifact has passed every test, Dr. Jones.”
Syd
I only really heard the first question he asked of me.
The first time he struck me, my ass cheek burned fire all the way through my core. The second strike, I expected even greater pain, but discovered something strange. The smack still burned fire, but there - almost beyond my grasp - was a tinge of pleasure.
My mind racing, confusion at the feeling. Suddenly - THWACK - another resounding blow strikes my now tender skin. Followed quickly by 2 more. Unable to stop myself, I find that I am moaning with pleasure, my burning ass only serving to excite my sex more than I had ever imagined.
I heard Abdul loosening his clothing, and almost begged for the paddle just one more time. But then I feel his hands gripping my skin, feel him rubbing his cock against my wet thighs and soaked pussy.
I can feel how wet I am, and my cheeks flame at the thought of having Abdul knowing how easily my body is responding to him. And yet, I only want to feel his cock embedded into me, filling me, ramming me, hurting me.
"Please, Abdul, please....." I moan softly...
"Yes? What is it, Miss Baker? What do you wish to tell me?"
"Fuck me, Abdul! Fuck me now! Oh please!!"
I hear him laughing deep in his throat, and somewhere in the back of my brain I know I should feel shame - at begging him to fuck me as any common street whore, at being bound in this position, at letting him know I relish his punishment. And, yet, the pleasure is too intense, the need to feel filled too demanding.
"Is this what you think you want, Miss Baker?"
And with one powerful stroke, Abdul rams his cock hard into me. Involuntarily, I cry out - a near scream escaping my lips. I try to move against him, but my restraints hold me firmly in place and I cannot move.
He wraps his hands around my hips, and I feel his cock ramming me hard - I feel it punishing my womb as he strikes deeper and deeper. My cunt starts to react, begins to respond to the rubbing of his cock against the walls, and I begin to emit low moans of pleasure.
And then the cock is gone.
Mewling my surprise, I once more beg him with my moans.
"NO, Miss Baker. It is punishment I wish extract from you, not pleasure!"
I only really heard the first question he asked of me.
The first time he struck me, my ass cheek burned fire all the way through my core. The second strike, I expected even greater pain, but discovered something strange. The smack still burned fire, but there - almost beyond my grasp - was a tinge of pleasure.
My mind racing, confusion at the feeling. Suddenly - THWACK - another resounding blow strikes my now tender skin. Followed quickly by 2 more. Unable to stop myself, I find that I am moaning with pleasure, my burning ass only serving to excite my sex more than I had ever imagined.
I heard Abdul loosening his clothing, and almost begged for the paddle just one more time. But then I feel his hands gripping my skin, feel him rubbing his cock against my wet thighs and soaked pussy.
I can feel how wet I am, and my cheeks flame at the thought of having Abdul knowing how easily my body is responding to him. And yet, I only want to feel his cock embedded into me, filling me, ramming me, hurting me.
"Please, Abdul, please....." I moan softly...
"Yes? What is it, Miss Baker? What do you wish to tell me?"
"Fuck me, Abdul! Fuck me now! Oh please!!"
I hear him laughing deep in his throat, and somewhere in the back of my brain I know I should feel shame - at begging him to fuck me as any common street whore, at being bound in this position, at letting him know I relish his punishment. And, yet, the pleasure is too intense, the need to feel filled too demanding.
"Is this what you think you want, Miss Baker?"
And with one powerful stroke, Abdul rams his cock hard into me. Involuntarily, I cry out - a near scream escaping my lips. I try to move against him, but my restraints hold me firmly in place and I cannot move.
He wraps his hands around my hips, and I feel his cock ramming me hard - I feel it punishing my womb as he strikes deeper and deeper. My cunt starts to react, begins to respond to the rubbing of his cock against the walls, and I begin to emit low moans of pleasure.
And then the cock is gone.
Mewling my surprise, I once more beg him with my moans.
"NO, Miss Baker. It is punishment I wish extract from you, not pleasure!"
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