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This is the second part of an experiment in writing a BDSM story.  As usual
if you are not an adult, or are easily offended, please refrain from
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   --------------------- BDSM MF
   Diana Part 2 - Part one is temporarily lost!
   Glancing out the corner window of my second floor study, I pause.  The
glance turns to a stare and my flaccid cock goes suddenly rigid.  Diana
stands by her pool, having just finished testing the chemical balance. 
Dressed in casual blue jeans shorts and a loose top, the instant reaction
of my cock is more a response to memories of the past weekend than to her
current state of dress.  Her sweet cum spattered face...  The strawberrys
and whipped cream eaten out of her vagina...  My hot pee steaming across
her willing, bare body...
   Her movement returns my attention to the present as she moves languidly
towards the chaise lounge, shedding her top as she walks.  Without
conscious thought my zipper is down and my turgid cock is in my hand.  I
stroke it with long slow stokes as I watch her strip and dive into the
pool. Idly fondling myself, I watch her lithe body swim laps.  Water
streams from her body as she climbs out of the pool.  I can see the
glistening water sparkle on her breasts and tight ass.  Her red curls
hanging limp, she shakes the water out vigorously and laughs as her small
dog dodges the spray.
   Lying down it is obvious that something is warming her, more than the
sun.  Her hands stray to her breasts and then between her thighs.  Slowly
her legs spread, her knees draw up and her back arches.  Her self-pleasure
is obvious, even from the distance.  I continue rubbing the head of my
cock, moistening it with precum as I watch her bring her own orgasm to
climax, and slowly she relaxes.  Within minutes I note that her body has
relaxed completely and her head lolls to one side, as sleep in the warm sun
over comes her.
   I zip up my jeans and gather the small duffel bag that is waiting -
prepared.  Picking up the black silk scarf from the desk, I head to the
door.
   Arriving at her side gate, I am please that my "repairs," which simply
consisted of oiling the hinges, paid off.  The gate opens silently and her
dog runs up without barking to greet his new friend - knowing that treats
are in store.
   Soon I am standing over her, admiring her sensuous bare body, careful
not to cast a shadow on her and wake her.  With a swift, deft movement the
black silk covers her eyes before she can opem them.  I stuff small ball of
cotton, the panties that she has shed only minutes before, into her mouth
to stifle her scream, and the scarf is quickly knotted behind her head and
both my hands are free to restrain her struggles.  A twist of rope around
her hands and I pull her to her feet.  Without a word, I almost drag her by
her hair through the sliding glass doors and into her house.
   Her struggles grow in intensity and I literally have to drag her into
her bedroom.  I push her wiggling, stuggling, naked form down onto her bed.
I rapidly untie her hands and retie one with a rope attached to one bed leg
and then restraining her other hand in a similar manner.  In my haste to
incapacitate her hands, I note that the ropes around her wrists are very
tight.  I make a mental note that I'll have to loosen them later.
   I stand back for a moment and admire my lovely, naked captive.  Her
continuing struggles tell me of her fear and panic.  I return to
restraining her legs, tying her face up, spread-eagle on her bed.  Once
completely immobilized, her struggles subside, but her body continues to
visibly tremble.  Reflecting on her resistance, I was thrilled by her
attempts to escape, and gratified that she did not try to fight - I
wouldn't have wanted to actually hurt her.
   Standing over her I reach down and roughly grab one of her tits,
watching her reactions as I massage it coarsely.  Her panic is palpable and
arouses me - stiffening my cock even more.  I grab her thighs and squeeze,
appreciating the tender, smooth skin and the toned muscle underneath.  Next
I suddenly and rudely thrust a finger into her exposed pussy.  Noting how
wet she is, I wonder if the certain knowledge of her impending rape has
aroused her or if she is still wet from her orgasm on the chaise lounge?
   Standing back I watch her continued struggles as I undress.  Naked, with
my hard cock sticking straight out, I mount the bed and kneel between her
thighs.  She continues to struggle as I quickly position myself over her
and forcefully enter her.  With my full weight on her I pump hard with
long, penetrating strokes.  Caught up in taking my pleasure in her, it
takes me some time to notice that her quivering has changed and her hips
are beginning to thrust up to meet mine.  It is hard for her to breath with
her panties stuffed in her mouth, but it is obvious that her breathing is
getting harder and more ragged.  She believes she is being raped and she is
completely turned on...
   I continue pumping her pussy hard and loving the tight, hot feeling made
only stronger by the excitement of the situation.  Moments before I pump
cum into her pussy, I stop, withdraw and stand.  Breathing heavily I look
down on her body, her hips still trying to keep the rhythm that would soon
have brought her to climax.  When our breathing is under control, I untie
both her feet and hands, force her over on her tummy and tie her hand
again, leaving her legs free.  I position myself between them and lift her
ass up forcefully to impale her with my cock once again.  It doesn't take
long before we are both at the cusp of our climax and I reach around her to
pull the panties from her mouth...
   Her mouth now ungagged, she gulps for air.  "Oh god!" she rasps, her
body a quiver with her rape induced orgasm.  "Fuck Me!" she shouts as her
hips push back one last time to meet my thrust into her.  As my cum surges
up, tingling through my engorged cock, I pull her hips up and her ass
flattens against my pelvis.
   Holding her ass tight against me, I pump my cream deep inside her and
struggle to retain consciousness while my orgasm explodes within me.  My
cock twitches reflexively in response to the rippling massage of her pussy
muscles.  Silently, I stifle a laugh, "the greedy slut is milking my cock
for every last drop of cum!"
   Looking down at her, my cock still deep in her but growing soft, I have
a feeling of deep affection welling up in me.  Leaving her legs free and
her hands tied I got off the bed and head to the kitchen.  Searching I find
a nice bottle of wine, open it and pour myself a glass.  Padding naked back
the bedroom I sit quietly in the chair sipping the wine and watch her renew
her struggles.
   When I notice that she seems to be potentially having some success, I
reach into my black canvas duffle bag and retrieve the riding crop.  A
couple of sharp smacks with the crop on her ass and thighs has the desired
effect - a sharp intake of breath and a protesting scream from the captive.
When she feels her panties at her lips again, she stops her verbalizaion
and simply wimpers.
   Reaching into the duffle bag again, I extract the leg spreader bars and
leather ankle cuffs, lined with sheeps fleece.  Attaching the cuffs to her
ankles and spreading her legs wide, I attach the spreader bar to the cuffs,
forcing her to keep her legs spread wide apart, for easy access to her
cunt. Rummaging again in the bag, I find the big vibrating, articulating
didlo and lube.  Realizing that her pussy is sopping wet now, I forgo the
lube and plunge the dildo deep in her pussy and turn it on.  She is
obviously startled that object in her is not simply vibrating but also
bending and twisting.  I fish its smaller anal companion out of the bag,
lube it and spead her ass cheeks.  Finding the rosebud of her anus, I probe
gently for a moment and as the pucker opens, I force it in with one smooth
but irresistible movement, and turn it on.
   Next I untie her hands, force her over on her back and retie her hands.
Now she lies spreadeagle on the bed, her hands restrained, and her legs
held open with the spreaderbars.  I check her blindfold and assure she can
see nothing.  Finally I reach in a pocket and bring out the three little
clamps attached by sparkling chains.  Pinching one nipple roughly I pull it
out and attach a clamp tightly.  To the other nipple I apply the same
torture.  Then rubbing her clit and spreading her pussy lips I pull and
distend the clit, admiring how it has swollen from the morning's
activities. Knowing the intense pain she will feel, I feel my cock swell
again as I attach the third, viscious little clamp directly on her clit.
   Sitting back with my wine I observe her torture and rapture.  I watch
her breathing speed up, muscles in her face and groin begin to shiver and
twitch on their own volition.  She shakes, whimpering.  She calls quietly
for release, begging.  At first I believe she wants her freedom again, but
I realize she wants that elusive over whelming orgasm that the pain of the
clamps is both enhancing and forestalling.  She calls not to be untied but
begs to be allowed to climax.
   I stand over her and pull the chains which in turn pull her nipples. 
The harder I pull the more her nipples pull her breasts up, stretching
them. Her breath catches.  The pain intensifies.  Quickly I release the
clamps and she cries out at the sharp pain as the blood rushes back in to
her nipples and clit.  Before the quivering slut before me can build back
up to her climax, I begin mercilessly flogging her bare tits with my crop
and pink stripes appear.  I stop for a moment and when she returns to her
delayed orgasm, I begin to flog her exposed pussy - five, ten fifteen sharp
strokes.  She is obvisously lost in the pain when I stop and sit down.  She
shakes and sobs, begging for me to stop.
   I sit smiling and watch as her active dildo and anal plug begin their
work again.  This time I do not interfer as climax after climax crash
through her body.  Instead sit there and stroke my hard cock until I am
ready to cum.  I kneel over her and spray my hot cum over this pink tits
and wipe the last drops from my cock on her cheek.
   Sitting back again I finish the wine as she slowly stops struggling and
falls asleep.  Watching her sleep.  So vulnerable and so used.  I stand and
prod her.  She sleeps.  I turn off the dildo and anal plug, but leave them
in her.  I remove the spreaderbar and cuffs from her ankles, and put my
toys of discipline away.  Finally just before I dart out the bedroom door,
I untie her hands, remove the blindfold and kiss her forehead.  She sleeps
on and I am gone.
   
  
Diana