A Trance in the Cellar
Date: 31.01.2010
Keywords: A, Trance, the, Cellar, in,
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"Pet," he said, with his sharp nails nearly digging into the inside of her thigh, "I did not tell you to stop."
What could she do? She was in no position to argue, and at this point, a secret part of herself hopped that if she complied with his wishes he might help relieve her. She began bucking and pushing again. The man spread her pussy lips further apart for a clearer view. When she emitted a tiny, sweet grunt at his touch, he rewarded her by blowing a cool jet of air at her swollen clit. She involuntarily bucked her hips closer, wishing for contact, anything to relieve this excruciating tension.
None came. At one point he glanced at some clock she could not see, and said, "Would you like to stop your struggle now, pet?"
"Yes."
"Yes..." "Yes, please?"
"You may address me as Master, or Teacher. Is that understood?"
"Yes. Master."
"Good enough, cunt. What would you like to do, now?" he asked.
"I would like you to release me. Master." She answered honestly.
Without a word, her master turned to the table of instruments. Without delay, he selected a rough leather strap, and before she could brace herself, he lashed her exposed ass with a solid thwack. It burned like hell, and before she could recover, he did it again. "Now, kitten, what would you like to do now?" His voice was a block of ice, but he caressed the welt, allowing his finger to dip for a moment to her outer pussy lips.
She fought through the tears forming in her eyes. "I want... I want you to eat my pussy, Master," she said in a pitiful whimper, for though she hated saying it, it was as true as her first request. She could hear the smile in his voice. "Of course, I would love to pleasure you, now. But I don't believe that time has come yet."
She trembled in the restraints, not voicing the obvious question.
He walked around to the side of the table, and lovingly stroked her long, hard nipples, causing her a slight intake of breath.
"I am now going to prepare you for your tagging," he said as he presented two small metal devices. Squinting in the dark, she saw what they were. Alligator clips. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
He was tugging on her right nipple now, pinching and pulling it between his thumb and forefinger. Though he was rash, the actions sent bolts of pleasure through her body. He pinched the very tip of her nipple and tugged it up with his left hand, and she knew what was coming in the other hand. "Sssh," he soothed. "Relax, this isn't so bad."
She tried to take a deep breath as the clamp squeezed her sensitive nipple tightly. At first there was a shock of white, hot pain that course through her body, but as that subsided she became quite aware of the stimulation the clamp was giving her.
Her master repeated the process on her other nipple. This time, she secretly yearned for the clamp, and the white hot pain caused her clit to throb.
He looked into her flushed face, damp with persperation. He could see the desire behind her eyes, and knew this would be a fun one.
"Well taken, my pet. I would like you to lie here and enjoy this feeling. I'll be back in several hours for the piercings. You'll get a special treat if you can expel the toy."
Hours! Oh, god, she thought, barely hearing the word 'piercings'. The pulses of pleasure and pain racking her body might kill her by then. But she had no choice. He was already gone.
She struggled against the restraints, half trying to escape, half trying to find a way to get herself off. Of course, both actions were useless. She ground her hips up into the air, wishing there were something hard and slick to meet her. She was as close to orgasm as she could possibly come when a voice penetrated her mind. "Ellie," it said softly.
Images flashed through her mind, like a slideshow. She saw herself as a child, splashing through a sprinkler on a summers day. She saw her first day of sixth grade, how she'd spouted a C cup over the summer, the stares of her classmate, her embarrassment as her principal called him to the office, suggesting that she start wearing a bra. She saw a scene from a night out dancing with Austin and his sister. How drunk they were, both siblings playfully flirting with her on the dance floor.
Then she saw a house party, decorated with dismembered doll parts and cobwebs. A strange old lady was putting something around her neck.
Ellie snapped to. Suddenly, it was all clear, and she knew what she had to do. Again, she tested her wrist restraints. They were wide leather cuffs, she could not tear them. But, the left cuff was slightly looser. It was enough to give her hope.
The leather strap was wide, but not terribly thick, so it was enough to give the material a slight amount of give. Steady and focused, Ellie went to work, ignoring the heat in her belly and the electrical sparks coursing throughout her body.
It was slow work, and though Ellie had no concept of time, she knew she must act quickly. Each second she slipped her wrist just a bit closer to freedom was another second of terror at hearing the footsteps of her "master". She shuddered at thinking what he might do if he found her wrist free, and tried not to think about it.
Ah Ha! She finally slipped her wrist free, and, pausing only to remove the clips from her nipples, she pushed her fingers into her pussy and removed the smooth, teardrop shaped stone.
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Austin could not figure out what happened to Ellie. Not but twenty minutes after she'd read his cards, he went back to talk with her, and she had just disappeared. Her bag, her Tarot deck, her glass of wine remained where she'd left them, but after waiting quite some time it was clear she was not in the bathroom, as he'd first thought. He asked everyone he could whether they'd seen her. No one remembered anything useful.
There was a worry deep in the pit of his stomach. Climbing the stairs two at a time, he checked all the bedrooms, but all he saw was his friend Joe getting head from a geisha. Frantically, he checked all the rooms again, the closets, everything. No Ellie.
Back downstairs, he snooped in her purse, feeling only a little guilty. Yep, her keys were still there. Glancing outside he also saw her car where it was. He found Maggie, the hostess of the party. "Hey, Maggie, have you seen Ellie?"
"She's not reading Tarot?" The lusty wench asked.
"No, she disappeared, but her purse and her car are still hear. It doesn't make sense.
Maggie chuckled. "She's probably upstairs getting something that's long overdue for her."
Austin shook his head. "Nope. Checked all the rooms, all the closets. You don't have an attic, do you?"
"No, but I do have a cellar. It's the door next to the mud room." She reached into a draw behind her, and handed him a flashlight. "Here. I don't think the lights work."
The door to the cellar opened with a slow creak, and released an old musty smell. It was pitch black down there, and Austin couldn't figure out for the life of him why Ellie would be down here, but he felt he needed to look, anyhow. He felt a shiver chill down his spine as he descended the steps. He laughed at himself, thinking all he needed was the spooky music from "Psycho" to complete the scene.
"Ellie?" He called. No answer.
With the flashlight he did a quick sweep of the room, which turned up nothing. But there were boxes and piles of...things...lying around, so he started on one side, and systematically worked his way through the wreckage. He was about to give up when he heard a small rustle in the corner. Probably just a rat, he thought, but he had to look.
There she was, curled up into a ball on the concrete floor. The sheer skirt of her gypsy costume was bunched up around her waist. She was shaking and moaning a little, and her eyes were shut.
Austin crouched down by here and tried shaking her out of it, but she did not react. So he gripped the flashlight between his teeth and scooped her up off the dirty, cold ground.
Ignoring the varied remarks of the party guests, Austin carried her out the door to his vehicle, stopping only to gather her stuff on the way. He gently laid her in the passenger seat of his truck, and checked her pulse. It was steady, if a little fast. He considered, for a moment, taking her to the hospital, but discarded the idea, remember her extreme dislike of doctors.
He drove her to his place. He lived in a studio apartment, but at least it was clean and she would feel safe there, and there would be no one else around to pry. Austin wasn't certain, but he guessed that some creep had drugged her and tried to...or had...had his way with her. Though he was not normally a violent guy, the thought made him want to use his martial arts training to punch, kick, dismember...whatever.
The whole ride home, she squirmed and mumbled as if she were thick in dream. Parking near his apartment, he still couldn't snap her out of it, so he carried her in. He felt the dust and grime of the cellar floor in her hair, so he brought her straight to the bathroom, and propped her up on the lidded toilet seat, and proceeded to remove the clothes from her limp body.
In all the years he'd known Ellie, he'd never seen her nude before. Of course, he'd always known she had a beautiful body underneath her clothes, but there it was, more gorgeous than he'd ever dared hope for. She was still squirming and moaning, almost sensually. He sucked in his breath and tried not to think bad thoughts. This was not the time or the place, mister, he said to himself. More than anything, he just wanted to clean her up so that when she came to, she would not be presented with such a grim reminder of the night's events.
He set her in the bathtub and gently soaped her entire body. Though unconscious, her nipples were very erect. He found this arousing, but he wasn't sure if that was sick of him or not. He decided to go with, 'it's only natural," and continued his ministrations in a fond, brotherly manner.
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Keywords: A, Trance, the, Cellar, in,