## Archive-name: water-and-power

From: laff@sal.cs.uiuc.edu (Joshua A Laff)

Subject: ARCHIVE: water-and-power.Z

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This story is another from the archives, and is not written by me. Requests for just about anything concerning these posts will be ignored. See the FAQ in a.s.s.d for more information. And stop sending talk requests. Even when I'm logged in to this posting site, I usually have the window closed, and if I don't, it's because I'm WORKING From: wi.4609@wizvax.methuen.ma.us Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage Subject: STORY, repost, averti, Water and Power Date: 9 Jun 92 22:08:07 GMT

This is, if I am counting correctly, the fourth in the averti Summer Series of Perverted Tales for Warped Fetishists. Unlike some of the earlier stories, averti was actually present when the following events happened; but since I didn't do anything but watch and pant, I wrote meself out.

This story portrays--nay, condones--nay, promotes! homosexuality, bondage, urolagnia (Look it up), and big-time genitalia strokage. It also seems to continue the less than reverent attitude toward traditional religion that imbued the Eloise story. If any of these things offend you (why are you here? Check that person's ID!), don't read the story.

averti

Toby's Water and Power part 1

``I've been thinking'' Barb said, sipping a Margarita. ``Thinking and dreaming.''

``About me, perhaps?'' Toby asked mischeviously.

Barb looked across the table at her tall, cool friend. For the millionth time Barb asked herself exactly what it was about Toby...true enough, she was striking to look at, with her cascading auburn hair, sparkling dark eyes, richly curved mouth and flawless complexion. Toby was also a great treat to be with, to talk with, to laugh with, even just to sit with silently while appreciating some subtle thought or sensation.

But there was something else. Sexual magic, many thought. Toby was so throughly sensual and so subtle and wide-ranging in sex, with men and women alike, that to her closest associates, she was like a person from another race, parallel and superior to the human tribe. Just the kind of person who appears in dreams.

``I'll tell you the theme of the dream, and then you can propose an interpretation, or not, whatever'' Barb said seriously.

```Shoot.''

``I'm lying on my back on an altar, in a huge church that has no roof. I mean, I can see the sky. It's not a ruin, it just doesn't have a roof. Some of our friends are gathered around. I am breathing hard, and I can't move, but I don't seem to mind.''

Toby smiled. ``There have been plenty of times when you can't move but don't mind. Or actively like it.''

Barb grinned, her white teeth flashing in her dark face. ``Yeah, I think this is the case in the dream, although there are no obvious ropes or restraints. Anyway, you come and stand over me, and ask me if I am ready to be washed in the blood.''

``In the BLOOD?''

``Yeah, the blood of the lamb. I was raised a Baptist. It means being baptized.''

Toby made a face. ``I KNOW what it means. I didn't just crawl down out of a tree. But why would you have a religious dream at this stage in your life?''

Barb spread her hands. ``That I do not know. I slipped away from the church when I became a teenager, and it shit-sure slipped away from me when I found out I was gay...anyway, in the dream you ask me if I'm ready to be baptized, and I say yes, and you pour a whole shower of water all over me...''

Toby raised one eyebrow. ``A whole _shower_?''

``Yeah. And then I feel the spirit, and then I come.''

``Excuse me?'' Toby licked her lips, no doubt because of the salt on the rim of the Margarita glass.

Barb grinned and rolled her eyes back. ``In the dream, the holy spirit enters me, and I have an orgasm.''

``In the dream?''

``Well, at the end of the dream. I start coming, and I wake up, and finish coming.''

Toby sighed. ``Are you complaining or bragging? This is sure the most literal `wet' dream I ever heard of.''

``Well, I'm not complaining. But there have been some bigtime witches and root doctors and other so-called superstitious types back in my family history, and I definitely believe that this dream is trying to tell me something.''

Toby placed her palms together and sighted on Barb's face over her fingertips. ``Yeah, right. You know full well what this dream means.''

``All right, it's obvious. And the more I think about it, the more obvious it becomes. And the more I want it.''

Toby looked at her friend for a moment. Barb could almost see a little playlet enacted behind Toby's eyes, including casting, staging, editing, dress reheasal, and fine-tuning. Then Toby grinned her remarkable incandescent grin. ``Well, then, let's do it. It's water and power time! Are YOU ready to be washed in the blood of the lamb?''

Barb's voice trembled as she replied ``No, but I'm ready to be showered in the gold of the Toby.''

The two women left the bar and walked along in the afternoon sun and haze. Practically everybody they passed stopped what they were doing and watched them walk by; old, young, gay, straight, whatever--everyone who ever spied Toby and any of her friends somehow felt that they had been in the presence of something special. The two women strode confidently along the brick sidewalks; one tall, one very tall. One dark brown in skin tone, the other a pale ivory white. One with a great explosion of shiny black curls, the other with a dark-reddish mane flung halfway down her back.

``You're sure you know what you want?'' Toby continued.

``Very sure. Have you done it before?''

``Giving or getting?''

Barb wrinkled her nose. ``I can't really imagine you getting, although it's a fun mental picture. No, I mean giving.''

Toby nodded seriously. ``Yes. I have. It can be very powerful. Profound, in fact. Most of the time, it's women giving it to men, with the elementary symbolism that implies.''

``I want _you_ to give it to me, but the symbolism is not at all elementary.''

``No. I understand. However, there's one other aspect you might not have thought about; race.''

``Race?''

``Yes. You're AfAm and I'm white. Well, nominally--my mother was from Peru. My bestowing it on you has a lot of built-in historical associations, slavery, and stuff like that.''

``It's never been a problem between us before.'' *** end of part 1 of 4 ***

averti's water2 -- part 2 of 4

``It won't be a problem between us now, as long as you know that it has crossed my mind. You know--I hope you _always_ know--that I could never do anything to hurt or demean you.'' Barb was surprised as Toby--who seldom touched even her closest friends, sexually OR socially--reached across the intervening space and took Barb's hand in hers.

Barb's husky voice betrayed the emotion she was trying to control as she looked into Toby's bottomless eyes and said, ``Of course. I'm not asking to be demeaned. I'm asking a great and powerful gift from you; almost a sacrament, never mind what the world says. Toby, my love for you is such that nothing you could possibly do would demean me.''

``OK. I feel better about it. Never mind what the world says!...the world would probably throw us both in the madhouse, if it but knew a tenth of what we do!''

Toby and Barb crossed the street and headed back toward the Iron Circle parking lot, where they had left their car.

Toby continued ``We'll need a third.''

``Why?''

``To `spot'; assist. Take care of you, hold me up if needed. I don't want to slip and fall on you and do us both in.''

``Oh, yeah, you're right. Well, let's ask Joker. She's freakishly strong, plus which she loves these sorts of things...actually, we'll need a fourth.''

``A fourth?''

Barb held her fingers up to frame her eyes. ``Yeah. To videotape the scene. I want a tape, memories for my so-called golden years.''

Toby laughed, then held her hand symbolically about three feet off the pavement. ``Well, Eloise can do that, if she can be talked into it.''

``Right, shy as a little mad dog. We'll just tell her she can hand-hold the camcorder and sit on the tripod.''

``Ouch.''

``Ouch nothin'''Barb laughed. ``You've probably had a tripod up your ass often enough to melt the paint off it.''

Toby nodded seriously. ``Of course. Hasn't everybody? But not the end with the set screw.''

Both women laughed nastily.

Back in her apartment, Toby punched out a number on the phone and put it on the speaker.

``Joker? It's Toby.''

``Hello, candy-clit! What's up?''

``Shower party. Are you up for it?''

``Shower party? Engagement, wedding, baby, or post-game locker room?''

``Golden. For Barb.''

A moment of silence on the line as the most unshockable person Toby knew (next to herself) got shocked and then got over it. ``Aw right! Count me in.''

``Eloise still got her camcorder? She's invited too, to document the festivities.''

``That's great! Eloise has been driving me nuts, she's well overdue for an outing. She's so fucking bored she's only been masturbating three or four times a day.''

``Hmmm...maybe a vitamin supplement. Well, I'll call you back when we work out the details.''

Toby hung up the phone and walked over to look at herself in the full-length wall mirror. Not bad, she thought, running her hands through her thick auburn hair. Yep, this does look like a woman that would piss on a friend, under the proper circumstances.

Just below the crest of a fallow farmland hill in the windy north country, the four women set up their place at the base of an ancient live oak cluster. There was no other human soul to be seen or heard--no cars or trucks, not even airplanes. They might have been back in the days of the acorn-eating Indians, when Drake's few exhausted men climbed the hills and puzzled about exactly where they were.

The four women made a handsome, varied group as they set up their picnic cloth/altar. Toby, tall, slim, muscular, with long dark-red hair and a richly curved smile. Joker, tight, dangerous-looking in her leathers and ripped tee shirt, spiked hairdo and clanking chain jewelry. Barb, strong, dark, rich-bodied, with a great post-Afro cloud of black ringlets framing her face. And Eloise, tiny, introspective, huddled in an oversized baggy sweater, pushing her large-framed glasses up on her delicate nose.

They spread their picnic cloth and ate and drank for the better part of two hours. The sun was a little past the noon mark when they tidied away the food, brushed the crumbs from the cloth, and sat in a square, smiling at each other.

Toby finished half a flute of champagne with one long swallow. She grinned at Barb. ``I must have drunk a gallon of stuff so far today, and I haven't given back so much as one drop.''

Barb laughed and ran her long pink tongue out between her brown lips. ``That's the idea.'' She stood up gracefully and pulled down her tee shirt, stretching the thin fabric over her prominent breasts with their erect, peglike nipples.

Eloise peeked out of the corners of her eyes at the tall black woman and very delicately licked her thin lips. She wriggled her tiny bottom on the hard ground and then smiled a fleeting, secret smile.

Barb shook out her long arms and legs. ``I feel like dancing'' she said, and began to boogie and shag, slapping her bare pink feet on the ground.

``I don't'' Toby giggled.

Joker jumped up and said ``I'll dance with you, Dudette!'' She began strutting around Barb, waving her elbows, looking like Billy the Kid as played by k.d. lang. The two women riffed and capered for several minutes, haunches and calves strongly flexing in their faded Levi's, breasts bouncing and pointed nipples flickering under soft tee shirts. Barb whipped her long, lustrous curly black hair back and forth. Joker ran her fingers through her spiky hair and trailed them down her chest, rubbing and pinching her nipples as she danced. Barb saw this, and with a laugh, threw off her tee shirt and cavorted bare-breasted, her large, soft tits moving in complex bounces and rotations with each step.

Eloise, still quiet as usual, took out the camcorder and began to tape the dancing women. Toby half-lay back against the oak tree and fingered her lower abdomen.

``How do you feel?'' Eloise asked. She turned to film Toby prodding her belly.

Toby grinned. ``Full up to the eyebrows. I haven't held it like this for years. Feels like everything inside is being pushed over in one direction or another.'' The tall redhead reached down and palmed the swell of her pubis. ``Making me REAL horny, too. I've got a clit hardon you could cut glass with.''

Eloise smiled. ``Hold that thought.''

By and by Barb shouted ``Woo! 'Nough dancing!'' She leaned against the tree. Joker slumped to the ground and mopped her forehead with a large bandanna.

Toby looked at the sky. ``Well, I think it might be time, sisters and sistren. The church is ready, the altar is cleared off, and the baptismal candidate is definitely warmed up and into the receptive spiritual state.''

*** end of part 2 of 4 ***

averti's water3 -- part 3 of 4

Barb removed the rest of her clothing and lay down on the cloth, facing up. Her body was a rich, glowing brown. Her pubic mound gleamed with thick, sparkling black curls. Her large breasts relaxed slightly, their elongated nipples pointing proudly to the sky.

Joker sat down cross-legged next to the black woman. She opened a large athletic bag and began to take out various ropes and restraints. ``Now, how do you want to be?''

``Tie my hands together, and then over my head, and fastened to the tree. Tie my ankles to the spreader bar, and then fasten the bar to the stakes. Don't stretch me too much, please.''

``OK. I never know how much is TOO much, though. As you well remember. Anything else? How about breasts? I love to tie up big, soft, luscious tits...''

``Um, yeah. Tell you what. Use your (I'll live to regret _this_) judgement. Just make sure, no blindfold. I want to see every second of this.''

Joker positioned Barb on the cloth, and tied Barb's ankles to the three-foot spreader bar. This made Barb's wonderfully toned leg muscles stand out, and her dark, thick-lipped cunt pout open in a charming fashion. Joker then tied Barb's hands and wrists together, but left the dark girl in a seated position so that she could do the breast bindings before fastening Barb's hands to the tree. Joker used many yards of soft cotton rope to tie up Barb's tits. First a couple of circles each around the torso, above and then below the bust, to define the area. Then Joker captured each of Barb's large breasts at the base with a loop, and successively wound loops tightly around each tit until they stood out six inches from the body and bulged deliciously. Barb's dark brown breasts seemed to glow with extra rich blood, and her chocolate, slightly leathery nipples puffed out and pointed straight ahead.

Joker stepped back and admired her handiwork. She reached over and twisted one nipple, experimentally. ``How's that feel?''

Barb made a low sound, half groan, half croon. ``Oh... it feels _wonderful_!''

Joker rummaged in her pockets. ``Um Hum. Well, it'll feel even more wonderful as soon as I add...these!'' She snapped a heavy-duty alligator clip on each distended nipple. Toby and Eloise glanced at each other and burst out in silent laughter.

Barb screamed. ``Aiee! That HURTS!''

``No chit'' said Joker, deadpan. She attached a long piece of twine to each clip and began very subtly pulling and twisting on Barb's captured tit-tips.

Barb muttered ``I don't believe it! I'm gonna...I'm gonna... I"M GONNA COME!'' and she did, writhing and twisting within her bonds and seeming to want to pull her breasts away from Joker's ministrations--as if to _increase_ the pull and the pain. Barb bounced her bottom on the cloth as she orgasmed. A small amount of thick, slippery fluid squeezed out of her spread pussy. Eloise captured the whole event on video.

``Well, that's that'' Joker cracked. ``Guess we can pack up and go home.''

``What? What about ME?'' Toby groaned theatrically. ``I feel like I'm pregnant with Aquaman over here.''

``Cut the funny stuff, Joker'' Barb panted. ``That was the curtain-raiser orgasm. Strap me up for the main event!''

``Greedy ol' thing, isn't she?'' Joker said, helping Barb to lie down and then tying her bound hands to the oak tree. Joker expertly arranged Barb so that there was just enough tension to stretch her long body out tautly (and make her tightly bound breasts seem to float above her torso), but not enough to cause serious discomfort.

Joker produced a ball gag and showed it to Barb. Barb nodded, so Joker placed the gag in the dark woman's mouth and secured it behind her head.

``Now, that's a righteous job of restraint, even if I do say so myself'' Joker said cheerfully. ``Woman tied up like this--in this here `church'--should definitely feel the spirit if there's any here to be felt.''

Toby, with an assist from Eloise, clambered to her feet. She clutched her lower abdomen theatrically. ``Oooh, I'm gonna have to remember this feeling--it's painful and hornifying at the same time.''

``Our favorite combination'' Joker cracked. She moved over and pulled the lips of Barb's cunt open with one hand, then dipped two fingers of the other hand into the pink richness. Barb groaned at length through her gag.

Eloise, in a marvel of coordination, reached under her full skirt and slipped a previously-lubricated tapered butt plug up into her rectum, without losing one second of the camcorder coverage. She emitted a tiny, happy sigh.

``How's that? Can't quite understand you, Sister Barb. You speakin' in tongues already?'' Joker put all four fingers into Barb's cunt, getting another, longer groan. Joker pulled out her hand and displayed it, dripping with shiny, thick pussy juice. The other women looked at it admiringly.

``About ready, I should imagine'' Toby said. She hiked up her long skirt and tucked the hem in her belt, revealing her long, smooth, tapering legs, brown-furred pubis, and slightly distended belly.

``Now?''

*** end of part 3 of 4 ***

averti's water4 -- part 4 of 4

Barb frantically nodded, her eyes wide above the gag. Joker twisted and twirled the nipple clip ropes with abandon, while vigorously rubbing the tied girl's clit with her other hand. Eloise steadied the camcorder with one hand, sighting through the finder, while the other hand fucked the wide, stubby dildo in and out of her stretched asshole.

``OK'' Toby grinned. ``Turning on the waterworks, baby!'' She squatted down over Barb's torso, one long slim leg on either side of her friend's ribs. Toby pulled her labia open with both hands, revealing the rich, dark, slightly swollen folds within. Barb looked into her domina's pussy from a distance of a few inches and felt her major orgasm begin to build.

Toby pulled her vulva even farther open and stroked around the miniscule opening of her urethra with the tip of one little finger. ``Keep your eye on the magic piss hole'' she breathed. ``Here it comes.'' Toby grunted, and said to Joker, out of the side of her mouth, ``Yikes! I've been holding it so long, it doesn't want to come out!''

At last, a drop formed at the opening between Toby's legs, and the drop was joined by others, and the drops developed into a stream of hot, strawcolored fluid. Toby squatted on her long, strong haunches and pissed on her friend, moving up and down Barb's body so that the splash of urine fell on all areas from forehead to crotch. Toby pissed and pissed and pissed; a whole day's accumulation came squirting and pouring out of her tiny urethra in strong, highpressure streams. She held her labia wide open with one hand and fine-tuned the spray with the other, occasionally sneaking up for a quick tease of her rock-hard clitoris.

Barb went wild. She thrashed against her bonds, she screamed into her gag. When the first stream of hot urine hit Barb's pussy and soaked her genitals and Joker's massaging hand, Barb vibrated from head to toe. Joker laughed with glee. ``I can feel 'er coming all the way from her belly button! Her pussy is snapping like a beartrap!'' Joker removed her diddling hand for a moment and licked some of Toby's water from her fingers. Barb yelped into her gag and glared at Joker fiercely. Joker resumed palpating Barb's clit.

Eloise hopped around the scene like a demented news-elf, expertly recording every filthy detail. She had shoved her gargantuan butt plug all the way home, freeing her non-camera hand for groping in her own crotch.

And still Toby pissed. She threw back her head and laughed out loud at the sheer pleasure and outrageousness of it all. She stood up, keeping her legs astride Barb's body, and sprayed urine all over everywhere, like a lunatic centauress. Toby urinated all over her own legs and lower body, soaked the few remaining inches of Barb that had remained dry (which caused Barb to start coming TWICE as hard, which caused Joker to be flipped right off Barb's stomach onto the grass, which was easily accomplished because Joker was so covered with piss that she was slippery). Joker sat up and noticed that she was clutching severeal strands of black, curly, piss-soaked pubic hair. She cracked up laughing.

Eloise got every bit of this on tape and was almost relieved to see that the yellow stream from between Toby's legs was beginning to die down. Eloise put the camcorder carefully on the ground, sat down on her butt plug, and quietly masturbated to one of her own compact but profound orgasms.

Toby finally ran out of piss. She squeezed the last few fugitive drops out onto the heaving tits of the post-orgasmic Barb, then sank down in a heap astride the black woman's upper chest.

Barb made funny noises through the gag. Toby said ``Off? You want to get off? I though you did, several--oh, you want _me_ to get off?''

``Why would anybody be uncomfortable with a six-foot amazon sitting on their chest?'' Joker wondered. She ran her fingers through her hair. ``Jeez, I've got piss everywhere!''

Toby inched up until her naked, gaping, piss-soaked crotch was right under Barb's chin. Barb rolled her eyes and mumbled through the gag.

``Nice of you to want me to get off'' Toby smiled. ``I thought you'd never ask...'' and she proceeded to very slowly and deliberately masturbate right into Barb's face, piss, sweat, pussy juices, and all. Which was the least she deserved, and the fitting conclusion to the services.

Note: No animals were harmed or killed during this story.

The End

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