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Subject: {ASSM} RP. Asteroid, Mine by Dino (part 4/4) (ScFi, M/F, F/F, BDSM, barefoot) - asteroid.6-7 [1/1]
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STANDARD DISCLAIMER:
The following story is a work of fiction intended for a mature
audience. It contains sexually explicit scenes, course language and
violence. Parental guidance is advised.
Feel free to distribute this work freely, provided it remains
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[part 4/4]
--=--
Asteroid, Mine [chapter 6]
Steve stood before the cage. Cindy joined him. I stood up. Steve
sniffed the air, the smell coming from my cell. The smell, I realized,
of warm sweet straw mixed with the musk of my previous lust.
"Tsk, tsk." Steve said.
"Someone has been having fun." Added Cindy.
I hung my head in shame. Steve took the key from his pocket and
unlocked the cell door, then pulled it open. He stepped back. After a
moment I moved to step out of the cage onto the cool stone floor.
Cindy was ready with a brush, passing it all over my body to remove
the strands of straw clinging to me. The stiff bristle scratched my
skin a bit. Cindy seemed to pay more attention to my breasts than was
necessary as she scrubbed the brush over my nipples. She had me spread
my legs while she rubbed between them with the brush. The pieces of
straw were glued on between my thighs and she began using her fingers
to pluck the strands away from around my pussy. At times she would
draw a piece of straw through my pussy lips making me tremble and
shake.
"Enough."
At the command Cindy stood up and moved me away from the front of the
cell. She bent to sweep up all the loose straw and flick it back into
the cage. Steve took my arm and guided me over to the stone platform.
He let go to stand behind me. When I tried to step up the ankle chain
pulled tight and my toes hit the edge an inch below the top. Steve
stood behind me, waiting. I moved my feet closer to the platform and
tried again. I strained against the shackles and managed to hook my
toes over the edge. Steve stood behind me, ready, I realised, to grab
me if I fell. I put all my weight on the toes of that foot and lifted
myself up onto the platform. I paused a moment, then moved to stand in
the center underneath the hanging rope.
The man stepped up beside me. He handed one end of the rope to Cindy,
then tied a loop about two meters from the other end. He took my hands
by the chain between the shackles and raised them up to my face. I
watched him thread the end down through one cuff and then up through
the other. Then he passed the end through the loop above and tied a
simple slip knot, snugging it down firmly. He turned to Cindy who
pulled on the rope to take up the slack, then to draw my hands up over
my head. She looped the rope over the hook in the column, then waited.
The man used two short pieces of rope to bind my feet to the rings set
into the stone. He pushed the shackle on one ankle up and tied the
rope around my ankle just above my foot. Then he tied it to the ring.
He did the same to my other foot. My legs were now spread apart. When
he let the other shackle drop I could feel the outward pull of the
ropes on one side of my ankles combine with the inward pull from the
chain and shackles. Steve stepped off the platform to take the rope
from Cindy. He pulled, raising my hands higher, then he pulled some
more. My arms stretched up over my head. I could no longer reach the
end of the rope and the knot that would free me. I felt the bite of
all four of the hard steel shackles against my flesh. I raised up on
my toes to ease some of the strain. That was a mistake. Steve had been
waiting for me to do that. He tugged on the rope again, removing all
my slack, then lashed the rope to the hook on the column.
I struggled briefly in my bonds for a few moments while Steve and
Cindy watched. Then I began to settle a little. I began to resign
myself to my predicament. I tried to find a balance between the strain
on my toes keeping me up and the strain on my wrists if I relaxed
them. There was no good point of balance to be found. I closed my eyes
and a small moan escaped my lips.
I felt a movement as Steve stepped up in front of me. He gently cupped
my chin in his hand and gazed deep into my eyes, searching. I let my
eyes give that almost imperceptible sign, I was ready. He smiled. I
leaned my head into his warm hand, letting his touch steel me for what
was to follow. Steve moved closer and gave me a whisper soft kiss on
my forehead. Then he lowered his hand and stepped off the platform,
leaving me hanging alone to ready myself.
My eyes followed him as he walked to the rack and selected a whip. I
saw Cindy cross to the stairs to sit, making herself comfortable for
the show. Steve selected a multi tailed flogger from the rack, then
returned before me to show it to me. It was a wicked looking device,
perhaps ten strips of brown leather 10 mm. wide, hanging down about a
half meter from the handle. Steve spun the handle between his palms
and the strips fanned out in a circle. He then waved the whip through
the air before me and let it crash down on the stone at my feet. I
heard the loud smack and swallowed a lump in my throat.
Steve stared once more into my eyes. Yes. I was ready. He moved to
take up a position at my rear. A few moments later I heard the sound
of those strands flying through the air followed by a sharp crack. The
pain flared across both cheeks of my bum. I jerked against the bonds
at the impact, then settled. I took stock.
I had felt every one of those strips striking my ass. It had hurt, of
course, but it hadn't been at all like I had expected it would be.
Sparkles of pain which had spread out and dissipated rather quickly.
Steve gave me a few moments to adjust, then I heard, and braced for
another blow.
The same place, sideways across both cheeks, but the other way, from
left to right. Crack! Again the shock, the sudden sting flaring
bright, then dying away, leaving a warm glow in it's wake. Crack!
another blow, same way. Again, the opposite direction. One more blow
and Steve paused, moving to stand in front of me once more. That's it?
Cindy had joined Steve to stand before me. He spoke.
"Donna, we can stop now, if you want. You can be proud in how well you
have stood up, for a first time. Do you want to end now?"
My mind was spinning. But I couldn't get it in drive. I thought for a
few moments. This whole experience had been nothing like I had
thought. Chained in the cell, I had cum so nicely, and quickly, the
last one took me before I even knew it. And now? I hung there shifting
my weight from one foot to the other. My ass was burning, a bit. But
it wasn't half as bad as I expected. And there was one more thing. On
those last two strokes I had a sensation, a kind of a departure for
places unknown. Was this the path that everyone was talking about?
I looked up at Steve. I heard myself use that little girl voice that
I'd heard Judy use. "No." I said. "Can we continue. Please?"
There was a hint of a smile from them both. Steve said, "All right.
Donna, it's sometimes easier if you yell and scream, if you want. To
avoid any confusion we use what is called a safe word. When you say,
Blue Moon, I stop. No, stop, please, help, all other sounds will be
ignored until you say Blue Moon. Understand?"
"Yes."
"Please say the safe word now."
"Blue moon." I'd never seen a moon that was blue.
"Good." Steve said. "I want you to know that you won't come to any
real harm tonight. I know what I'm doing. O.K?"
"All right."
Steve set the flogger down on the stone beside me. He went back to the
rack and selected a thin wood cane, testing it's flex by bending it,
and a whip, a single strand. These items he set down on the stone
platform and he took up the flogger once more. Cindy sat on a bench
off to my right. Steve took his position behind me.
Steve took up where he'd left off, on my bum. But he didn't limit his
torture to that one area. Because of my position, stretched up and
open, he took full advantage, bringing that flogger to bear all over
me. He didn't hit me on my lower legs, my arms, head or feet. But
everywhere else was fair game. He went softly on my lower back, my
kidneys. And my breasts, delightful pain there. Steve warmed me all
over with the flogger, then set it down to take up the switch.
I'd yelled and screamed under the flogger but that springy stick
brought out a much higher note of anguish. Steve didn't need to put
muscle behind the blows, the thin wood left stinging fire wherever it
landed. I howled when it found the tender spot on each side of my
pussy and then gently insinuated itself smack in the middle, between
the lips, the tip softly grazing my clit. Once I had all my weight on
my hands, trying to curl up in a ball, I guess. My feet were just
above the surface of the stone.. Steve bounced the switch off the stone
twice, quickly, before I could react, slashing the sole of one foot,
then the other. That hurt seemed to radiate lightning fast up my legs
and spine to blast out the top of my head.
The flogger had been the lift off. The cane, the full burn. I was
rushing headlong into the unknown. On course, all systems go. Then,
suddenly, I was there. My hand on the door. Throttle back, Steve
exchanged the cane for the whip. It's length snaked around my body
from one hip, across my chest, my left tit, and onwards, curling up
through my armpit to tap me on my back. I lost it. Explosion. Major
malfunction. Again the slash across, the other way this time. Tiny
flare ups inside the debris field, another big explosion, rocking me to
the core. The whip slashed across both nipples, quickly bringing me to
the brink again, then down low to gently kiss me, there. My clit.
Sending me crashing headlong over the edge once more. I screamed low
and long as I rocked and shook. Wave after wave rocketed through me.
Without end. I remember taking a huge breath, then holding it, riding
it, knowing that if I didn't return soon I would soon be totally
consumed by that white hot fire. But I couldn't turn away. A flash.
The whip, again. Stoking that fire, blinding me. A high pitched
keening echoing back to me, deafening.
I fell from the sky, landing in a heap on the soft cool grass. I
stirred and opened my eyes. Steel bars. I was lying on the straw in
the cage, the door open, Steven and Cindy in the pool of yellow light,
looking at me. Steven closed the door and locked it. Good night,
Donna, I heard, from far away. They turned to go, climbing the stairs
and shutting the dungeon door with a bang. I heard the scrape of the
lock as the key was turned, then, nothing, save for the beating of my
heart.
Later on my eyes flickered open. I saw Cindy, sitting on the floor in
front of my cage. I might have smiled. I closed my eyes and slept.
At some point Steve and Cindy came to release me. The cage door was
opened and they helped me over to the platform to sit, the cool stone
feeling nice on my bum. Steve removed the shackles which had held me
throughout that long night. They helped me to stand, then supported me
as I walked up the stairs, out of the dungeon and up into their kitchen
once more. Sunlight streaming through the windows blinded me and I
moaned. Cindy took me through the house to their bedroom and a big
bathtub full of cool scented water. As I passed the mirror I looked,
but the sight didn't register on my brain. The water stung a little as
Cindy eased my sore body into the tub. She turned the jets on low, the
water swirling around me felt good. I looked up and smiled.
"Cindy, I. . . "
"Shhh." She cooed. "We'll talk later."
I noticed the clock on the wall. 11:00. Twelve hours. A lifetime.
Cindy came back for me an hour later. I must have slept in their tub
as the water washed around me. I felt better. I stood up and Cindy
gently patted me dry with a soft fluffy towel. After I got out I
examined myself in the mirror. My sight didn't look as alien as
before. Cindy told me she used some mineral salts in the water to
promote healing. She spread the towel across her bed and I lay down.
Cindy used some skin lotion and rubbed it all over me where the whips
had left their marks. She took her time rubbing me gently with her
small soft hands, leaving me feeling great. All the stiffness was
gone. My skin felt tender still, but I had survived, hadn't I. Cindy
took me to my room and helped me dress. Steve came in and handed me a
coffee. As a last thing she took my two little black bracelets and
snapped them closed around my wrists.
"You earned these last night," she said closing the strap. "I never
saw anything like that in my life."
Steve asked "How do you feel?"
How did I feel. "Sore. Drained. Like I did a twenty hour shift in the
mine."
"I've never seen anything like that." he said. "You took the whole
twelve rounds, Donna. For a first timer you were there. Hitting the
peak like that doesn't happen very often. How do you feel?"
How did I feel? "I feel more alive than I ever have before Steve,
Thanks."
"I thank you, Donna. For giving Cindy and me the honour of taking you
there, for letting us witness it. That was some show."
"Come," Cindy said, "let's get you something to eat."
I walked with them to the kitchen. I laughed when I saw a fluffy
pillow had been placed on one of the wooden chairs at the table.
Outside the window, in the bright sunlight, the workers from yesterday
were setting up a canopy and unloading tables and chairs from the
truck. Cindy filled my coffee cup and placed a bowl of cut up fruit
pieces before me.
I didn't think I was all that hungry but after the fruit I ate some
pancakes with sweet jam and syrup. Then came two fried eggs and a
small steak with some fried onions and green peppers. When I mopped up
the last of the egg and the juices from the meat with that lovely dark
bread Cindy had, I sat back, carefully, feeling much refreshed. I was
just done eating when Mark and Judy showed up. Over coffee and cake
Steve and Cindy excitedly told them all about last night.
At first I was a little shy about having the most intimate of details
spoken in the broad daylight, but I became less bothered by it when I
saw, Judy's in particular, their reaction to the tale being told by
Steve. Both Mark and Judy kept glancing my way, a mixture of wonder
and fascination on their faces. Cindy played mother hen dispite my
protests and dragged me back to my bedroom so Mark and Judy could have
a look at my marks.
In the room Cindy helped me off with the shirt I had on, then I undid
my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Judy gasped.
"Oh, Donna."
Mark said "Wow!."
I turned around, watching myself in the mirror. Everywhere the flogger
had touched was a dull reddish colour, fairly even all over. Bright
red lines, tinged with white marked the path of the cane. Then, the
curls of the whip where it had wrapped around me and left it's marks.
I had some dark coloured bruising on my body, and also a few small
bruises on my wrists and ankles, from those heavy shackles. My
bracelets helped to cover the ones on my wrists. Cindy lay me down on
the bed and told Mark to get out. Then the two girls spread more of
the soothing skin cream over my tortured flesh and began to gently rub
it into me.
I thought I would never need to have an orgasm again, after that last
one downstairs but, as the two rubbed the cream all over me, my
passions once again began to stir. It was Judy who noticed first as my
nipples hardened under her touch. Cindy traced a finger through my
slit, making me jump, feeling the growing wetness there. She giggled.
The two girls then proceed to drive me forward, over the cliff,
straight into a lovely little cum which left me writhing and
breathless on the bed. After a while they helped me up to stand before
the mirror once more. Now my flushed face and neck matched the redness
of the rest of me. After much giggling they helped me dress and we
went back to the kitchen.
Steve was shaking his head when we entered. Mark had a big grin on his
face. Apparently the antics in the bedroom had not gone unnoticed.
"Jeez Donna, don't you ever get enough?" Steve asked jokingly.
For the next hour we sat and discussed what had happened in Steve's
dungeon last night. From the things they told me I was able to piece
together the events, and gain a much better understanding of the
reactions I'd had. Near the end I had been so out of my mind with lust
I hadn't really been aware of what happened. Cindy filled me in, how
the passion had taken complete control of my body even as the flames
of it consumed me. The power released then had enveloped the both of
them, filling the room with a force so wondrous it was almost beyond
description. Steve said it was almost more than he could bear,
watching me up there. It was all that he could do to steady his hand,
to give my body the final touches, to maintain those searing flames
until all had been scorched clean.
Afterwards Steve had held me while Cindy lowered my hands. When I was
untied he carried my limp but still trembling body to the cell and
gently lay me down on the straw. They both waited until they were sure
I'd be all right before leaving me.
"When you first opened your eyes," Steve said, "In the cell,
afterwards. For a brief moment I saw no one there, and I was afraid.
But then you groaned and I saw the life force flow back into your eyes
and I knew that you had made it. That you had taken the trip and had
returned safely. Locking the cage and walking away was hard for me. I
wanted to take you up and comfort you. But I also knew you needed some
time by yourself, to come to terms with what had happened."
I took Steve's hand. "You were right," I said, "to give me that time
alone. I woke, a couple times, sore, chained, alone. But in my mind I
was still standing on that wondrous plateau, overlooking that place I
had touched. The hurt will pass, but that place will be with me
always. Now, about that straw. Whose idea was that, anyway?"
I told them about the fight I'd had with the straw, how I'd gotten my
hands stuck behind me and then, and then, that big cum that had snuck
up on me. All three laughed hard at that one. Cindy owned up to the
straw idea. She admitted to something similar happening to her down
there in that cage. We were still laughing about it when the guests
began to arrive for the party.
Asteroid, Mine [chapter 7]
The party was great. Friends of Mark and Judy, family, co-workers.
Also friends and family of Cindy and Steve. There must have been well
over 200 people at their farm that day. I met lots of really nice
people that day. Occasionally someone, or a couple, would come up to me
and we'd have a whispered conversation. Apparently word of last night
was spreading amongst `those in the know'. I began to feel like I was
being welcomed to a club. I began feeling pride in what happened, how
well I seemed to take to it. Dear Ceylon dragged me off and made me
show her. She tenderly ran her fingers across the marks, the raised
welts on my back and bum. She hugged my naked body close as we stood
in the bedroom.
"I've never been into the rough stuff," she told me, "but I knew of
others who were. Sweet Cindy told me how you handled it, what happened
downstairs. I'm pleased that you found what you were looking for."
A band had set up on a stage just inside the open barn. There was food
and the drink flowed freely. I wandered around the barn. I saw, along
one wall, pipes which seemed to lead down, pipes for air and power. A
shed attached to the outside of the barn. The other entrance to the
dungeon. The open field between the house and barn. The tables set up
there. I wondered how many people sitting there knew what lay beneath
the ground.
Cindy found me out, asked how I was doing. Fine. I looked deep into
her eyes, thanks, for everything. A huge truck had pulled up and men
were unloading a giant's barbecue. Cases of food. After a while a
feast, the likes of which I had never seen was ready. Beer flowed, I
stuffed myself with the wondrous food. Danced to the beat of the band,
It was a super party.
It was well past midnight when the party wound down and the last
guests left. Tim, Mark, and others, had offered me a bed in their
homes but I wanted to stay at Steve's farm for my last night. I
thanked all those who had made this such a perfect vacation for me.
After we were alone Steve mentioned the dungeon again but I said I'd
rather take the bedroom. He said that would be better.
"Something like what happened last night," he said, "doesn't happen too
often. You may not experience it again, may not want to, or even need
to. Donna, I'm pleased that I was given the chance to show you the
way."
I thanked Steve and Cindy again, for everything, for the wonderful
party. I was asleep even before my head hit the pillow, stretched out
on that big soft, cozy bed. I'd left the curtains open so the sun woke
me early the next morning. After a shower I looked at myself in the
mirror. All the marks were still plainly visible but much of the pain
had left and I felt great. Cindy served me a nice breakfast then Steve
and her drove me to the spaceport and out to my shuttle.
"If you're ever out this way again don't forget to come see us." Steve
said.
I promised that I would and thanked them once more for everything. As
I settled in the seat I watched them drive off thinking what a
wonderful happy couple they were. I powered up the ship and lifted
off. I watched on the screen as the planet dwindled and dimmed, finally
disappearing as my ship powered away.
I decided to take the long way home to see some nebula near the
Chinese sector. It was worth the trip, the brightly coloured clouds
sparkled beautifully in the wash of the energy fields while music from
the discs I'd bought blasted from the ship's speakers. I stopped off
at New Peking and found a great restaurant near the spaceport there.
Then after lunch I set course for home.
I was relaxing in the chair, dreaming, when the auto dumped me down to
sub-light. A rogue asteroid hurtled past the ship at incredible
speed. I set course to follow. I ran a spectral analysis on the debris
field following the asteroid and discovered some fine metals there.
The rock's unusual shape, it's speed and wobble suggested high density.
I watched as it approached a red dwarf star, curved around, then
slowed and headed off again.
The asteroid approached a large planet, Casandra 4 the chart told me.
Big ball of frozen ammonia, mostly. The rock encountered the planet's
gravity and changed course again. I held station and watched it come
around the other side heading back towards me. The big rock curved
again. A one in a billion chance. I watched the asteroid end it's
wanderings and after several passes around the planet it achieved a
high, stable orbit. Ain't life grand.
I fired a pinger into the rock, claiming it for I SAM and recorded the
find in my ship's log. Then I powered up to pick up my course for home
again.
I knew I was late back at work. I rushed in and dropped off ship's
log, then ran to clock in for my shift. My supervisor intercepted me
at the punch clock.
"Your late!" he roared. "Shift started an hour ago."
I knew it was mostly an act, but I played along.
"Sorry boss." I started. "But I found. . . "
"Never mind the excuses!" he yelled. I could see he was trying not to
laugh. "Gave your shift to Jackson. You Look Like SHIT! Didn't you get
any sleep?"
I supposed I did look like shit. If boss only knew! I sagged down,
acting the part.
"Get lost. Report back tomorrow. 1500, GOT IT! Not," He glanced at the
clock "16:27, oh fuck."
He was late for the staff meeting. My laughter followed him down the
hall.
I went to my room and changed. I put on a one piece leotard, one I'd
never worn but covered me completely. I did a workout in the grav gym,
slow at first but as I loosened up I started to feel like my old self
again. I went back to quarters and took a private shower rather than
have anyone see the marks all over me at the gym. I poked at dinner in
the cafeteria. Ugh. After the food I'd had on Crydon this stuff was
vile. Even if you spent the credits and had stuff brought in it still
paled in comparison. Back in my little room I read some mail, watched
the news then hit the sack.
Life for me continued much as it left off. People did notice I seemed
a bit more cheerful, a little more full of life now. I got a few
comments about the leather bracelets I still wore. The ones I hadn't
taken off since Cindy put them back on me that morning. The bruises
they hid disappeared after a week, along with most of the other marks
on me. The ones that were left were going away more slowly.
Sometimes, at night in bed, I would feel a twinge from one of those
marks and I would remember. That amazing event that touched my very
soul. And I would smile.
Eleven days after my return I sensed a buzz around the station. When
ever I asked, no one would tell me anything. Around mid morning Boss
came up and told me to go see the old man on the top floor. I'd met
the owner only once before. Was I in shit for something?
Upstairs the secretary met me at the lift and escorted me into the
owner's office. When he asked her to fetch us tea I assumed I wasn't
there to get fired. After we'd settled in he brought up a file on the
big screen. It was a lab report of an asteroid which was orbiting a
planet called Casandra 4.
"When I saw your log report," the man said, "I got a feeling that you
may have found something interesting." He read off some figures from
his screen. "A million five metric tonnes of gold, Six eight platinum,
seven fifty lead. The survey crew reports the metals seem totally
separate encased in the rock, ninety nine percent pure. Quite the
find."
I was stunned. He went on. "We've closed the operation on Gandel and
are sending that crew to visit your little rock. Naturally your
finder's fee should end up to be quite a sizable amount of credit. The
company will have to make the deposits to your account over a period
of time, say five years?"
The owner wrote a number on some paper and handed it to me. "This is
just an estimate based on the lab report on the samples we took. When
the crew gets set up and starts working we may have to increase that
amount."
A year's pay for me. Every week. For five years. Wow.
The owner said, "Gold has been in short supply for too long now. You
know the uses for it, electronics, shielding. The other metals too.
Platinum filters, yes, your little find will mean a big step forward
for humanity.
I was speechless. We stood up and the owner shook my hand. "Take some
time, Donna, decide what you want to do with your new found wealth.
Anything you need, just call me and it's yours."
As he showed me to the door he turned and said "Oh by the way. I heard
from an old friend the other day. Steven and Cindy said to say hi.
Good luck Donna."
[Epilogue]
With my new found wealth I did some travelling. I got my shuttle fixed
up in the I SAM shop. New engines, controls. I didn't want a new ship,
this one had character that suited me. I had only minor repairs done
to the hull, the dents and scratches stayed.
First stop, Judy and Marks wedding on Mars colony. They were ever so
happy to see me, as was I to see them again so soon. I went down to
old Earth with Mark to see for myself some of the wonders Tim had
shown me.
A month later found me wandering the galaxy stopping at other worlds,
sampling the cultures there. Now, I'm bound for Crydon. I wonder If
uncle Jeff knows of any good land for sale in the south?
[End of story Asteroid, Mine]
If you enjoyed this story and you'd like to drop me a line, I'd
appreciate hearing from you. I can be reached at dino@canoemail.com
Thanks, Dino Dave.
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