Busty Babes 1/Busty Babes - Vol 1.iso/stories/linda12.txt

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LINDA'S PAST - PART 1 - CHAPTER 2


MEMORIES OF THE PAST FLOW BACK AS LINDA HUNTS A "NEW" MASTER


With her eyes focused on the mirror, staring at the moustached and
bearded big  guy at the back right end of the U-Shaped bar, Linda
started her second  number........a Beach Boys tune she loved. She
whipped into action, whirling  around the stage in her pale blue bikini
top and pale blue bikini pants, but  keeping her eyes glued to the
mirror all along the back of the stage and locked on the sexy big guy.
She never looked at him directly, but, instead always  through the huge
mirror. She noted, (and so did her body as it continued to  become more
sexually aroused and sexually stimulated), that he was locked onto  her
eyes and never took HIS eyes off them.

She wriggled her ass at him; she shook her pert little breasts at him;
she,  literally, used every trick she'd learned since she left the farm
in Delaware  to get him to look at her BODY,........but he never took
his eyes off her eyes, no matter what she did. As the song came to a
close she couldn't help comparing this tall, large framed, bearded male
to that huge, handsome hulk and hunk of a man, who had so "forcefully"
and permanently entered her young life, in that  strange  basement
room, in Parkersburg, that fateful and punishing night, years ago  as
she remained bound in leather straps, gagged and suspended between
stainless steel body forming and shaping rods, on her knees with her
arms and  hands locked straight down toward the floor, her legs spread
wide, with the  rubbery, hot, now wet, vibrating, at first sexually
satisfying, twin male  "engines" buried deeply and thickly to the hilt
in her hurting, but very wet,  female sexual passage and up her
stretched anal canal.

Hilda.....MISTRESS HILDA!.... had left the room a L-O-N-G time ago and
the   twin, pseudo male organs were still running rampant, at their
highest possible  setting, deep inside her protruding and sweat coated
body, driving her to one  ogasmic peak after another, all be it farther
and farther apart, as her sexual  recovery period got longer and longer
and the pain wracking, post orgasmic  contractions and spasms lasted
longer and longer before subsiding to allow her  to start her build up
to yet another swelling, mind engulfing, orgasmic orgy of pleasure
followed by yet another "round" of EXTREME pain. How many times, she
tried to recall now,  had she "come" in that position down there in
that  steaming hot, black vinyl  walled room with the white vinyl floor
mat, mirrored ceiling and gimbaled stainless steel "artful" rings
firmly pinned into the  reflecting ceiling  above, into the padded
white floor below and into each  other, with all those  dimly
illuminated, rather vague looking, strange "tools  of the trade"
hanging  on the far, ominous, black wall behind them?

As her selected third tune started, Linda swayed sexily and wantonly
back and  forth, staring carefully and continuously into the mirror
and, thus,  into  those kind but firm eyes that stared ever back at
her, just as constantly,  almost lovingly, but with a smiling and
knowing quality about  them and their  owner that told Linda this was
no "ordinary" male. No, this one  knew her  inside out without touching
her, without saying a word to her! And he  knew she was somehow
"special", (she could sense it), just as she knew the  same about
him!. KNEW IT! He had that masterful but gentle quality about him
that, late  that one night in Parkersburg in that basement room, had
driven her  wild with  passion and with the mindless, unreasoned desire
to please in any  way that she possibly could..........TO OBEY AND
SUBMIT!....and to love, to  lick and lave,  to suck and devour, to be
fondled, to be licked, to be sucked, and to be  thoroughly filled and
stuffed full of her MASTER as she had been driven to  incredible
heights of sexual satisfaction in ways she had  never dreamed
possible, as she was carefully put through one new "experience" after
another,  while begging and moaning for still more.

As Linda locked the potent memories in her mind, reminding herself of
the  "stakes" involved, her eyes stayed locked to the gentle stranger's
eyes as she  danced and swayed her wanton sexually wicked best, and her
mind, once again,  drifted backward in time and over all those many
intervening years, to the  tepid basement room in the whore's club in
Parkersburg to re-create and  embellish the first time she'd ever met
such a  man.............A  MASTER..........her OWN very special FIRST
master!

She recalled that she had just been coming down from an orgasmic peak
that  fateful night in that basement room in Parkersburg, shuddering in
her leather  straps and stainless steel "Iron Maiden" frame, when she
first heard the padded but firm foot steps behind her on the soft,
white, matted, floor. Her head was  raised up, eyes staring ahead and
locked in that position that had forced her  to stare forward at the
large, almost  majestic, stainless steel, gimbaled  rings that occupied
the darkened center  of the room, with all those  frightening
instruments of as yet unexperienced  bondage and punishment that  hung
dimly suspended from the far black, vinyl  wall beyond the rings. The
wide leather strap that tightly stretched across her forehead and had
locked her  head between her framing stainless steel rod "captor", the
painful stainless  steel ring in her mouth just behind her teeth that
anchored her mouth in its  opened and  vulnerable, straight ahead
position with it's complimenting ball  gag and leather strap pulled
deeply and securely into the ring and her six inch wide leather neck
strap that anchored her neck in its entirely immobile  position  and
had not allowed her to turn her head even a fraction of an inch  to see
 what was causing the sounds she had heard. She had tried to look
upward into  the mirrored ceiling but, all she been able to see was a
downward view of the stainless steel gimbaled rings in the center of
the large room and a   different downward, dimmed view of the masses of
leather straps, whips,  hoods  and other objects she had seen very
infrequently before in her young  and  budding twenty years, even
considering that two of them had been as a paid  prostitute in this
very place! WELL PAID!

Suddenly, a gentle set of fingers, belonging to the mysterious noise
maker,  touched the sweat covered, rounded curve of her buttocks and
gently moved  back and forth through the beaded rivers that had been
pouring from her body  for  what seemed like an eternity. The fingers
slowly glided over her straining   behind and slid gentlely, carefully
and purposefully along her hip and forward  across the ten inch wide
leather strap that held her shuddering abdominal   muscles rigidly
locked to her outlining "maiden's frame" of stainless steel   rods that
held her rigidly in its firm confines until, finally the hand had
reached the base of her sexually arroused and swollen, down thrust,
tingling   breast as its muscles spasmed in time with her post orgasmic
tremors.

The hand paused, and then slowly decended down the sweat covered outer
slope   of her then twenty year old, small but shapely breast, moving
ever downward and so tantalizingly across the hanging small mound until
in caressed the  rigid,  now tingling nipple in the center. The finger
quickly withdrew, leaving Linda  with only a phantom sensation of its
former presence and then, suddenly,  she  felt finger tips brushing
across her BOTH her hypersensitized nipples.  Gently; Lovingly; with an
ease and a touch that drove her wild with sexual excitement  and
longing; and even wilder with curiosity. This had to be another  woman.
No  man could touch a woman like THAT! There wasn't a male alive who
could do what  those fingers were doing, she had thought, as the
fingers  once more withdrew.

The mysterious fingers returned and settled gently into the back of her
neck   just above the encasing six inch neck strap and moved upward
through her now  sweat drenched hair to the the middle of the back of
her head where the ball   gag's strap was firmly buckled in place. The
fingers began to loosen the strap  ever so slowly. As it loosened, and
the large rubber ball with its center   piercing, leather, restraining
strap started to move out of her mouth and out   of that very painful
stainless steel ring that rested, relentlessly up against  the roof and
the bottom of her mouth just behind her wide open and very useless as
well as completely "harmless" teeth. Linda took a deep breath through
her   now unplugged mouth, feeling and savoring the cool air flowing
around the   retreating ball and it's soaking wet leather straps, as
she listened and waited and watched to see who this mysterious, gentle
stranger was.

The ball gag was lifted away slowly as Linda detected it being laid
carefully   on the floor near her. As that sound retreated in her ears
and died away, she   felt something very soft coming forward over her
forehead and down toward her   eyes. As the obvious device lowered,
cutting off her vision, she smelled   leather, NEW LEATHER, and felt a
soft sheepskin like texture begin to encase  her eyes and blindfold
her. "Oh, damn", she had though, "I'll never be able to  see who's
doing this to me now." The soft blindfold was tightly buckled behind
her head, over her sweat matted hair, as the gentle hands and their
even   gentler fingers retreated yet one more time. As she strained to
listen, Linda   heard the clear and unmistakeable sound of a zipper
being done or undone and   the sound of human flesh rubbing against its
leather encasement, followed by   padding, bare feet on the white
matted floor as they advanced around her right  side and stopped in
front of her uptilted, riggedly framed and very immobile  head.

A finger rimmed her wet wide spread lips and then slide inward to
gently   caress her languid, motionless and long unused tongue as it
lay inside the   stainless steel ring that kept he mouth propped open
in what had to be a most   obscene and inviting way. The advancing
finger moved over her tongue, then   back to her lips, then back to her
tongue until, in utter frustration and   frenzy, she began to lave the
finger WITH her tongue and caress it back as it   had caressed her
tongue and her lips. This went on for a long, long time and   as it
did, the vibrating, long loving, twin male artificial "engines" in her
 behind kept up their constant rhythm and she started to build slowly
toward   yet another orgasmic peak. As the sensation grew in her lower
belly and spread  upward across her tightly strapped middle, a set of
fingers began to gently   enclose and tightly squeeze her left nipple,
rolling it between them, firmly,   but gently. The fingers moved to her
right nipple where they repeated the   motion and then retreated.
Suddenly, the finger in her mouth slowly retreated   and was gently
replaced by an unmistakeable object of some considerable size.  "My
God", she thought with a start, "IT'S A MAN!"

The fingers that had been teasing and caressing her propped open,
obscenely,  spread, sexy lips, and the wet languid tongue within,
suddenly touched her left breast and moved incessantly downward until
they were teasing her left nipple  just as the others resumed squeezing
and teasing her right nipple. As they  continued their gentle,
squeezing and teasing of her rigid, sensitive, multiple orgasmic
stimulated nipples, her lips felt  the slow, steady advance of a hot
and engorged rigid male organ as it's head  slip over her bottom lip
and onto  her tongue. As it had advanced and passed  through the mouth
bracing stainless  steel ring, Linda recalled that she had  quickly
resumed her licking and laving with her tongue. Only, this time, she
was not attending to a mere finger. This time, she was savoring, laving
and  licking the REAL THING. She rolled her  tongue across the head of
the slowly advancing male organ and slid it under the rigid edges of
the obviously  circumcised head and then slowly rolled her  tongue from
one side, down under  the head and back up the other side as far as she
could, and the started back  around again.

As the sexy, huge member very slowly advanced into her mouth, through
the ring  and over her flicking and caressing wet tongue she felt it
relentlessly moving  toward the back of her mouth and her throat.
Gently, it began to retreat from  her mouth, sliding back out through
the ring. With the automatic reaction of a  true "lady of the evening",
she curled her lips down around the retreating  shaft as  tightly as
she could and rolled her tongue back and forth, from one  side to the
other of it and across it's bottom as she began to suck on the now
tightly lip enclosed forward part of this maddening huge male engine of
love  and procreation. She sucked on it and laved it with her tongue
until it once  again began to advance toward her throat; and as it
continued she began to moan and gurgle deep in her throat to give the
possessor of this fleshy engine a  sign that she wanted more of it deep
in her mouth....No, not her  mouth.......deep in her throat. She sucked
him and teased him and licked him  and moaned her assent as he slowly
acknowledged her  efforts by moving ever  further inward and toward the
back of her throat.  All the while, her suspended nipples were being
played with, rolled and  squeezingly and tightly caressed  with a twin
set of gentle talented fingers and the incessant twin vibrators  were
stirring her twin lower canals to yet another bounding, screaming
orgasm.  As these five engines of passion drove her higher and higher,
she moaned louder and louder, emitting gurgling sounds deep within her
throat,  inviting him ever onward and into it's warm depths and
"grasp".

As the turgid and rigid head of his advancing shaft slide over her
laving  tongue and touched the roof of her mouth at the entrance to her
throat, she  took a deep breath, closed her airway and moaned louder as
her  tongue urged  him forward as her throat began to open to receive
him. The smell of his  arroused male scent had been strong in her
nostrils as that deep breath had  flowed inward to her lungs.

The head slid into her throat and began its journey into a land only a
"lady"  of Linda's "profession" had total knowlesge of and could
skillfully, totally  and unerringly provide. A land of contracting
throat muscles that normally  would be used for quite another and less
savory operation, induced, usually, by a finger in a bath room. Linda
ovaled her mouth still further and tightened her lips on the middle of
the long thick shaft as her throat received the head and  began
automatically to contract and convulse around it. The  shaft advanced
further and further into her mouth and down her now rhythmicly
contracting  throat until she could feel the tickle of male pubic hair
on her nose and  against her super sensitized nostrils.

As the distinctly arroused scent of the male owner of this huge,
invading  and  pulsating organ wafted upward into her airless nostrils,
her body took  over  completely and began milking the shaft with
tongue, lips and throat muscles in  a series of microsecond spaced
contractions and complimenting attentions that  brought a train of
flesh encased male sperm across Linda's sensitive and  trained tongue.
As the hot fluid streaked over her tongue and approached the  head,
Linda tightened her lips rigidly around the base of the shaft and bore
down on the throat encased head with all her restrained might, griping
him  tightly and milking him with rippling muscles. The hot stream
gushed out  into  the contracting throat then down toward her inner
belly as she moaned ever  louder and began the tell tale signs of yet
another crashing and mind bending  orgasm. As the sperm flowed into her
swallowing and contracting throat, the  incessant fingers tighted down
on her nipples with exceptional male strength  and squeezed them and
rolled them until they were almost flattened.

The blinding pain in her nipples streaked downward across her sperm
filled  belly and met the freight train of a monstrous and quaking
sexual orgasm  streaking upwards from her vibrator penatrated anal
canal and stuffed and  tightening sexual passage, and screamed forward
out of her now super-sensitized female folds' upper reaches and its now
thoroughly stimulated and arroused  small releaser of female orgasms to
contract muscles and tendons through the  length and breadth of her
body. As the two trains, one of pain and one of  pleasure, met in the
reaches of her contracting belly muscles, her throat and  tongue and
lips went wild with motion and attention to the now gushing male  organ
lodged deep in her contracting throat and wet hot mouth with its laving
 tongue and ovaling, contracting lips and cheeks. Linda's moaning
became the  love song of a sexually satisfied female in the throes of
providing the  ULTIMATE male pleasure.......the deep throated
ministrations of the male  organ.... not a mere "blow job" but the
talented female mouth's SUPREME  attention to the male organ and the
ego of the male mind.

And then, as quickly as it had occured, it was over and the turgid,
still  rigid, huge male member was withdrawn from her throat and the
head was sliding  across her tongue toward the portal of her ovaled
lips back through the bracing stainless steel ring to exit the safe
harbor of whore Linda's talented mouth  and throat. As it withdrew
Linda exhaled and drew in another pungent gulp of  male scented air and
tended to laving the last vestiges of sperm from its  rounded head,
until it popped out of her mouth with a sound similar to a  champaign
cork leaving a bottle of vintage Rothschild's.

Only then, did the crushing, yet somehow gentle, fingers release
Linda's  flattened nipples. As they did, the pain screamed back for
brief instant and  then slowly radiated outward and retreated across
the expanse of her hanging,  sweat drenched breasts. The vibrators
droned on and on and the pain settled  into her body from head to foot,
from the tips of her glove encased stretched  fingers to her leather
encased stretched toes.

She listened, trying to hear the male owner of the huge invading cock
she had  serviced so well, but all she could hear was the panting of
her breath, the  incessant flesh muffled humm of her twin lower canal
invaders and the pounding  of her racing heart.

"Linda, you stupid Bitch!" "The songs over!" "You goin' to dance all
night with no music, you dumb cunt?"

It was B.J.! My god, I've danced clear through my song, Linda realized.
With a  start, she realized she was staring into the mirror on the back
of the platform at the face of the handsome, bearded stranger at the
end of the U-Shaped Bar.  His pale blue eyes were locked on hers and as
they smiled with a frightening  firmness, the very tip of his tongue
rolling around his now ovaled mouth. Since he was facing the mirror, no
one else saw what he was doing, but Linda  did.........LINDA SAW IT AND
BOLTED FROM THE PLATFORM, DOWN THE STEPS AND INTO  THE BACK ROOM,
SLAMMING AND LOCKING THE DOOR BEHIND HER AS SHE SANK INTO THE  CHAIR IN
FRONT OF DANCERS DRESSING TABLE AND MIRROR.

She looked down at her pale blue bikini pants and saw a growing wet
spot  turning the center of the crotch darker and darker and darker.
She ignored that and leaned back and let her mind drift off and back to
a younger, panting,  hurting, Linda in a Parkersburg whores den
basement. Then, as now, her panting  breath and pounding heart,
subsided slowly until all was calm except the slow  steady humm of the
twin vibrators.

She listened for a telltale sound of her obviously satisfied male
invader and  heard none. Then, above the vibrators and her pounding but
slowing heart and  subsiding panting breath, she heard the sound of
leather on leather; the  telltale sound of two legs rubbing together in
leather pants. In fact, she  thought she heard several sets of these
sounds, simultaneously.

Without any other sounds or any words and without warning, she felt her
knees  and lower legs leave the floor and the motion of her body upward
and forward  toward the center of the room. She could feel a gentle
swaying in her downward  pointed breasts and nipples and then she heard
a "click" and her left leg  straightened out at the hip and at the knee
and pointed straight back from her  body and then rotated until it was
pointed backward and outward toward the left at an angle of forty-five
degrees to the axis of her body. Then a "Snap". The  right leg repeated
the motion, beginning with the tell tale Clicks and ending  with the
maddening Snaps.

Another "Click" and then her bent back head and neck were rotated
forward  until the top of her head was once again pointed along the
axis of her body  and forward and another "Snap". And then, yet another
 set of Clicks and her  arms swung forward and upward until they too
pointed along the axis of her  body, above (out in front of?) her head
and then were rotated outward to either side to an angle of forty-five
degrees, each, to her body's axis. And two more  "Snaps".

There, encased in her outlining stainless steel "Iron Maiden's Frame"
and a  host of leather straps that bound her immobil into it, Linda
found herself  moving forward in a splayed out, spreadeagled position,
face down with a set of humming vibrators up her over worked ass and
cunt with the sound of leather  against leather coming from the
vicinity of tips of her fingers and toes.

And then, she felt the steel rods around her hands and fingers and to
which her gloved/mittened fingers were extended toward and strapped to,
bump something  equally metalic and the forward motion stopped. A
flurry of "Clicks" followed  by "Snaps" ensued along with the sound of
leather on leather moving along both  sides of her body some short
distance away. And then the Clicks and Snaps  ceased and the leather on
leather sounds retreated and a heavy metal door  clicked shut and there
were sounds of it locking.

Suspended in midair, facing downward, the sweat dripping from her over
worked,  pained and tired body, she listened attentively for a
sound..........ANY  SOUND.........BUT HEARD NONE! Only her breathing,
the pounding of her heart and the low, incessant hum of her two long
lodged, bodily invaders. Nothing else.

Suddenly, a gentle finger settled on her soft under belly, and another.
They  slowly slid through the sweat coated skin below the 10 inch wide
belt that  anchored her belly to the "Maiden's Frame" and into her
brown, sweat covered  pubic hair and ever downward through it to the
upper cleft of her female folds  that covered her sex. The fingers
paused over the now very sore center of her  womanly passions and
desires to tease it and roll it between them, ever so  gently and
slowly and carefully widen her slack sexual  "lips" as they  continued
onward until they grasp the end of the vaginal invader, still humming
away, and with a sudden motion and a slurping "pop" the infernal
buzzing  imitation male engine was out of her love canal and buzzing in
clear air. Then  it stopped.

The fingers returned, this time at the base of her upward pointed sweat
coated  back. They marched through the field of sweat to the crack  of
her behind and  spread the cheeks of her buttocks ever wider as they
progressed toward her anus where they stopped at the anal invader,
humming away in her inards. As before,  there was a sudden motion,
followed by a much less slurping but still wet  sounding "pop" and the
rear imitation male invader was heard in clear air and  then ceased it
buzzing noise.

The fingers returned to her under belly and with them the obviously
large hands of their owner. They reached under her from behind and
between her wide spread  legs and began to rub and massage her lower
belly below the wide restraining  belt, where her muscles hurt so
badly. They kneeded and massaged and advanced  slowly down into her
pubic hair and then turned sideways and began to massage  her inner
thighs at the juncture of her sex, working ever away and back toward
the knees.

As she hung there in midair, Linda thought about that big hand balling
into a  fist and the other hand spreading her wide open as the fist
moved ever forward  into her wet, well used, abused and stretched
vaginal  passage until the rigid, balled hand was rammed tightly and
thoroughly up  inside her stretched passage  beyond the wrist and the
hand was uncurling to allow the fingers to caress the  nouth of her
smooth cervix and massage the walls of her insides. But the hands
retreated and  the silence returned once again. Now ALL she could hear
was her  heart pounding and her breath whistling through the stainless
steel iron ring  in her mouth and past her lips.

Then, after a long wait, the fingers returned, this time to place the
ball gag  into the stainless steel ring inside her mouth, and then
buckle it tightly  behind her sweat soaked head, over her matted  hair.
When she had felt it  approaching her mouth, she had ovaled her lips
and tried to wrap them around  the edges of the ball, but the straps
drew the corners of her mouth back and  prevented that entirely. The
fingers moved upward on the back of her head  which, like her back,
faced upward toward the ceiling, not backward, and they  found the
buckle of her blindfold. Tenderly they unbuckled the leather  blindfold
and lowered it from her eyes. She looked downward and saw the white
mat and the bottom arc of one of the stainless steel rings in her field
of  vision. To the right side she could see a pair of large, obviously
male, bare  feet, with leather pant legs extending up from them. She
could see nothing  else.

The huge stainless steel "mounting ring" had shuddered as its attached,
totally suspended and totally encased sweating, twenty year old
female's body reacted  to what its mind finally registered and began to
protest.

LINDA WAS MOUNTED, SPLAYED OUT AND SPREADEAGLED, FACE DOWNWARD, ON THE
 MAJESTIC AND OMINOUSLY BEAUTIFUL "RINGS"..........WITH HER SWEATING
SPREAD  SEX TOTALLY EXPOSED AND OPEN...........THEY HAD BECOME HER "
MOUNTING RINGS"!!!

As Linda leaned back in the dressing table chair, panting and her heart
 pounding, she propped her feet up on the table and closed her eyes to
savor the memory of her shock and surprise in that fateful basement
room in the  Parkersburg whores den that night (or was it now DAY?).

Linda, sitting in the dressing room in a Go-Go bar, contemplated with
anticipation, the memory of what she had next experienced in  that
long, long  ago and far away time.

End of Part 1 - Chapter 2