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From: mrledft@aol.com (MR LEDFT)
Subject: {ASSM} Love by the Numbers, Pt. 2 by Ladyvet
Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2000 11:10:06 -0500
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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction not intended to be read by 
persons under the age of 21. By continuing on, you attest that you 
are 21 or over and will not convey the story to minors. This work, 
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Please do not republish, copy, or post without prior consent of the 
author. Copyright Ladyvet, 2000. 


Love by the Numbers, Part 2


It had been over five years since the night we made love for the last time 
and He closed me with my unsatisfied passion still burning but I could still 
recreate every sensation of our lovemaking and relive them in my mind. I 
nodded and concentrated on the memory of His thick cock filling me, 
stretching me, pressing against my cervix as we strained against one 
another. The whip smacked against my upper thighs, searing them like a red 
hot iron. I pushed my ass back toward Him and nodded again. I was only dimly 
aware of the pain the next time it bit into me. It submerged almost 
completely in the rising tide of liquid heat bubbling and churning in my 
lower belly. My body was lubricating heavily now, mindlessly preparing to 
receive what I needed so terribly but could never have. Wetness trickled 
down the insides of my thighs. I ground them
together and rotated my hips, concentrating on the sensation of the thick, 
tight circles of gold moving in me.

He had dealt me three blows with the last whip He would use tonight. If I 
failed to come during the remaining seven, He would punish me by leaving me 
there until morning, painfully stretched, desperate for satisfaction, half 
out of my mind with desire. His greatest thrill was making me come this way, 
writhing in pain and ecstasy while He whipped me. He sometimes came Himself 
just by doing it. I seldom failed to have an orgasm that way now but the 
prospect of failure was so awful I hated even thinking about it. Memories of 
endless nights of anguish and frustration between the pillars were terribly 
vivid. I nodded twice. He crisscrossed my ass with a burning X. I couldn't 
hold still. My entire body trembled with the strength of my needs. He knew 
how close I was to coming and would bring me to the very brink, then force 
me to wait until I thought I couldn't without dying.

He walked around in front of me, draped the whip around my neck and let it 
hang down my back. The lights reflected from His ebony skin, burnished with 
sweat and oil. His cock stood out defiantly, mocking me with its readiness 
to enter me if only I had been able to accept Him. He studied my face while 
I looked at it, enjoying my longing and lust, then He smiled and massaged 
himself. I turned my face upward, inviting His kiss or slap. I never knew 
which it would be, nor did it matter since the effect was the same. I moaned 
and moved my head from side to side, pleading with my eyes for Him to remove 
the ball gag. My jaw ached from being forced open for so long but my mouth 
ached even more for His probing tongue to explore it or His cock to fill it. 
Sucking Him off was a substitute for intercourse for both of us. Having Him 
come in my mouth intensified my physical need for Him but it partially 
satisfied my psychological need to have Him inside me. He let go of Himself 
and unbuckled the leather strap behind my head. Instead of removing it, He 
pulled it tighter, forcing it into my cheeks, pulling back the corners of my 
mouth. Saliva seeped around the straps and ran down my chin. He licked my 
parched, swollen lips with the tip of His tongue then He dropped the straps. 
They hung from the corners of my mouth like a bridle. I tried to force the 
ball out of my mouth with my tongue but it  remained lodged behind my teeth.

Andre massaged my aching shoulders, then ran His hands up and down my 
sweat-slick ribs from hips to armpits, just grazing the outer edges of my 
breasts. I moved around, trying to get Him to massage them. The hard caning 
had left them bruised and swollen. The ache had been joined by tingling 
warmth. They felt like they were full of champagne bubbles. I desperately 
needed Him to touch them.

"Are your ugly little sacks extra sensitive, Catherine?" He asked. I nodded. 
He slipped His fingers under them and rubbed my ribs. The light touches on 
their undersides only made my longing worse.

"Do you need them rubbed?" I mumbled "Please!" but He kept His hands on my 
ribs, letting me burn in vain for the feeling of His mouth and strong hands 
on my breasts. Other than caning them, He seldom touched them except to pull 
and twist my rings or swat them with a horsetail whisk, nor did He allow me 
to fondle myself. He only caressed and enjoyed them through the rings, whips 
and cane. The constant, deep ache inside them and the stimulation of the 
rings were a permanent itch which I was forbidden, and He refused, to 
scratch.

He fastened a pair of chains with heavy balls on their ends to my nipple 
rings, stretched them out to the sides and let them drop so they bounced off 
one another sending vibrations deep into the centers of breasts to resonate 
in my womb. I spread my knees and nodded frantically. I'd be able to come 
more easily if He'd take off my clothes so I could move my legs.

He pulled off my jeans and panties. I spread my legs and ground myself 
against Him, savoring the sensation of His thick, rough chest hair on my 
breasts and His hardness pressing against my thigh. He penetrated my anus 
with a finger tip, then a second. I relaxed and He slid His fingers in. I 
moved on His hand without permission, unable to remain still. I knew He 
didn't want me to come that way but I nearly managed to before He removed 
His fingers. He would allow only the fiery caress of His whip to grant me 
release. I spread my thighs and maneuvered Him between them, trapping Him. 
He hugged me, crushing my aching, tingling breasts against His hard chest. 
We moved in slow imitation of intercourse, rubbing my locks against His 
hardness.

I locked my ankles behind His knees and grapevined Him, pressing against His 
spear of flesh. I forced myself down on Him, trying to tear myself open so 
He could slide into me. He let me rub myself against Him while He kissed my 
throat and whispered softly in my ear.

"That's it, take my cock, Catherine," He urged. I pushed down so hard He 
bent a bit. He kissed my ear and reminded me that I was forbidden to have 
anything inside me.

"Besides, you usually manage to come this way and it's much more interesting 
for Me." I savored the sweet torture of His hardness against me, knowing I'd 
never be able to make love again no matter how much I needed to. The only 
things He allowed to stimulate me between my legs were a whisk or crop on 
those rare occasions when He punished and rewarded me for something special 
or my own careful, anxious fingers when He allowed me to masturbate for Him. 
The pressure of His cock was at once incredibly exciting and horribly 
frustrating!

Andre pulled away before I could come from the stimulation of His cock 
rubbing against me. He attached restraints to my ankles. I shook my head and 
begged "No, please don't!" against the ball. He ignored me. He pulled my 
legs so far apart that tendons stood out in the hollows of my inner thighs, 
then He fastened the chains to rings in the bases of the pillars. I turned 
my ankles in and pointed my feet down to try to support myself. My toes 
barely touched the floor. He knotted my hair to an overhead rope and 
tightened it, pulling my neck straight. He liked to make it as hard as He 
could for me to move while I fought to come. The additional discomfort and 
difficulty made my orgasms especially intense, as did the fear of failing to 
attain one in such an awkward and painful position.

He put His palm against my mons just above my clit and massaged the softness 
above my pubic bone with His finger tips. I tilted my hips and moved on His 
hand. The stud slid painfully back and forth on my clit. An electric current 
coursed through my entire body. His cock bobbed a few maddening inches away, 
its head wet with my secretions. It was tantalizingly near yet impossibly 
far away, denied to me forever by His metal and will. He massaged my inner 
thighs, spreading the wetness of my excitement over their softness. I 
trembled uncontrollably. He tugged on the wet locks, savoring their hardness 
and my body heat in them with one hand and held His cock with the other.

"I wish we could make love tonight, Catherine! You'd be incredibly tight 
after doing without for so long. I'd love to put this inside you!" I stared 
at it and tried to rotate my hips. I couldn't catch my breath; I was 
smothering with desire.

"Rub me around my clit!" I begged with my eyes. "Let me finish!" He knew 
exactly how I needed to be stimulated from watching me do it to myself.

"Hold still and don't let yourself come," He warned. "Shake your head to let 
me know when to stop." He pulled my labia apart above the first lock to 
expose my clit and rubbed the red, wet skin around it. Bolts of electricity 
sizzled into my womb and nipples. The area around my clit was extra 
sensitive now that I couldn't penetrate myself or touch the hard little lump 
of nerves itself. I stared at His bounding cock, clenched my vaginal muscles 
and shivered with uncontrollable desire.

"You want to finish against my fingers, don't you Catherine?" He teased "but 
what you really need is this!" He pressed His cock against my labia, dug His 
fingers into my ass cheeks and pulled me against Him. I struggled to spread 
my legs wider, instinctively trying to open myself to Him despite the utter 
futility of it; no matter how far apart my legs were, the locks would never 
permit me to have Him. They burned as though they were suddenly red hot. I 
screamed against the gag and moved on Him.

"That's it, Catherine, try to take me." I screamed again and struggled 
harder. My whole world consisted only of His cock and my throbbing need for 
it. A little contraction started in the tight, muscular ring in my lower 
vagina and rippled upward into my womb. I was right on the edge! It took all 
my willpower to shake my
head.

"Hold back," He demanded and pulled away. "Don't let yourself come!" My 
orgasm receded to wait like a coiled spring, leaving behind an aching void. 
He held His hand in front of my face so I could see my wetness on His 
fingers, then He spread it on my cheeks. Hot tears coursed out again. I 
screamed in helpless agony and fought the restraints. That was what He'd 
been waiting for. He stepped back so I could watch Him masturbate, 
tantalizing me with His own release while denying mine. He smiled at me as 
He skinned His cock back to expose the bright purple head. Andre squeezed 
His heavy sack and stroked himself slowly and deliberately, enjoying my 
agony.

"Watch me come," He commanded, as if I could tear my eyes away! Andre 
pressed a hand against His stomach and pumped His cock until His first thick 
jet splashed onto my stomach. He pulled me against Him, imprisoning my 
trembling, straining body in His powerful arms. We ground against each other 
while His cock twitched, pumping out His sticky passion between our bodies. 
He crushed me to Him while He came, then backed away to look at the milky 
smear on the blackness of His skin. He gathered it in His hand,  then He 
massaged it into my blond pubic hair and said very softly "I remember how 
good it felt to be inside you, Catherine; how it was when we came together." 
His smile was tinged with sadness. "I really miss making love with you. 
Sometimes I'm sorry I closed you." He touched my locks again and shook His 
head. "But that's over. Are you ready to try to have your orgasm?"

I moaned in desperation and nodded, pleading for the searing pain which 
would, hopefully, catapult me to ecstasy. I had to have my climax now or go 
mad! Andre had a special surprise. He took the weighted chains off my nipple 
rings and attached the loose gag straps to them, forcing me to stretch my 
nipples each time I moved my head. He pulled the whip off my shoulders and 
stood behind me. I fought against the rope in my hair and kept nodding my 
head, causing the blows to fall in a hail of fire. I clenched my inner 
muscles as hard as I could and jerked my head back. The straps pulled my 
nipples just as Andre's sharp teeth used to, sending bolts of pleasure all 
the way into my womb. A wrenching spasm wracked my body each time the whip 
bit into me. There was no pain now, only a sudden flash of heat that fanned 
the consuming flames.

"Yes!" I screamed against the gag. "Yes!" Time slowed down. Reality receded 
like the earth viewed from a rocket ascending into space. I floated out of 
my body to study my tortured, straining reflection from a comfortable, 
almost clinically detached distance. My eyes were completely feral, devoid 
of intelligence or any emotion except lust. I no longer tried to support 
myself on tiptoes. I hung by my wrists and hair, oblivious to the pain and 
struggled to spread my stretched legs even wider.

I could even see inside my head! My conscious mind had disengaged, 
relinquishing control to the primitive reptile brain buried deep beneath the 
more highly evolved structures that usually controlled me. I knew what it 
wanted. I'd ovulated a few days before and my egg was ready. The reptile 
brain flooded my body with hormones to make me ready to breed and conceive. 
The little ball of ancient tissue was wired to ensure survival of my line by 
making me pass on my genes. It equated orgasm with the act of breeding. 
After all, millions of years of evolution said that was how it worked! 
Excitement, sexual tension and the hope of pleasure were a means to an end; 
to make sure I wanted to, had to breed. It had no way of knowing whether or 
not sperm were swimming inside me but how else could I have an orgasm except 
through penile stimulation? An orgasm would be the reptile brain's proof 
that I had bred successfully.

Sinews stood out in my neck, arms and legs, forming little shadowed hollows. 
I'd need incredibly intense stimulation to overcome my discomfort and have 
the orgasm it awaited but the reptile brain wasn't concerned about it. I was 
already as aroused as it could make me. It was happy to have me splayed, 
helpless to resist a male or to retreat from Him. My immobility and 
widespread legs would make penetration easier.

I studied my reflection, pleased by everything but my small, pendulous 
breasts. My legs were slender now rather than skinny. My stomach was firm 
and flat. My hips and ass were pleasantly rounded. Despite my mother's 
assurances that they'd "come in," my breasts had never really developed. I'd 
always been embarrassed by the way they looked and the teasing I'd gotten in 
school (the girls were even crueler than the boys) and the intervening years 
and abuse had made them look even worse. They drooped more now from being 
caned and from years of play rough enough to make my nipples wet. Except for 
my nipples, they hardly even looked like breasts. They were just pouches of 
skin that lay flat against my ribs, nearly invisible beneath my clothing 
unless I wore a padded push-up bra. They were prominent now, though, with 
the straps yanking them up into points. My wrinkled, dark pink nipples were 
knots of jangling nerves. The reptile brain was pleased by that, too. It 
approved of anything that would increase my excitement and make me more 
inclined to breed! Several drops of lubricant oozed out, collected on the 
locks and fell sparkling to the floor. The reptile brain knew nothing of 
locks and closing and unsatisfied longing. It lived in a world of chemicals 
and minute electrical signals which told it the job was nearly done. It 
congratulated itself. As far as it was concerned, I was ready to take a male 
deep inside myself and accept His sperm!

I drifted back inside my body. Andre waited patiently for me to request the 
final blow. I met His reflected gaze and nodded. He drew the whip back and 
sent it soaring slowly toward me. It changed into His cock as it came to me, 
black, beautiful, fearful in its strength. The whip/cock floated lazily up 
between my thighs and exploded against the rings in a fearful burst of pain 
and ecstasy!

I would feel the pain of that final cutting blow for days but now it only 
heightened my pleasure. I pulled as hard as I could against the restraints 
and pumped my hips, obeying the overpowering orgasmic urge to move in coital 
rhythm, to milk my male; make Him bathe my egg with His sperm. Another 
little trickle oozed out, propelled by my contractions. I felt hollow and 
full at the same time! The clit ring massaged me like a fiery little tongue 
with each desperate thrust of my hips.

A final, fierce paroxysm seized my straining body, squeezed out my breath 
and pulled my breasts and womb together in a white hot knot. It felt as 
though every muscle in my body contracted at the same time! I fought the 
rope in my hair to pull my head back, stretching my nipples enough to nearly 
tear out the rings. My vaginal muscles strained to clamp tighter on the cock 
which should have been filling me. I screamed against the gag and fought the 
restraints to escape the terrible tension threatening to tear me apart.

It dissipated suddenly, leaving me suspended peacefully in space, enveloped 
in a swirling gray cloud. The bite of the restraints and the fierce sting of 
physical longing ebbed away. His voice seemed to come from a great distance 
even though He had His arms around me, lovingly supporting my limp body.

"I love you, too!" I replied, forming the words in my mind just before I 
surrendered to blackness. Somehow, I knew He heard me.

Ladyvet

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