Chapter 13: An Element of Faith
Given Bill's actions, Sue wasn't sure of his intentions or motivations, but she knew one thing for sure: she had misunderstood him. This puzzle she had unboxed had more pieces than she originally thought.
Bill moved the crossbar back under her hips locking it into position. The tighter restriction and higher, more available, presentation of her ass just fuelled her lust more. All she could think now was that he was serious. What would he do next? Why was he nice now and so nasty earlier? She held her breath as he walked behind her. Her ability to speak as lost as a misplaced set of car keys.
As she felt his fingers beside her clit, she exhaled in relief. He was doing what she asked. Even more importantly, he wasn't going to leave her desires waiting. She needed this, relief, simple enjoyable pleasure, no machines, no electronics. His hand was magic, the ministrations a kind of art. He was perceptive of her every response and anticipated her slightest reaction like he had sexual ESP. Where had he learned this? Legs spread in the stocks, she felt transparent as well as lewdly exposed before him. Desperate for climax, any pretense of remaining dignity was cast aside. Let him think what he would. Until this was over, she had no reservations; she was a total slut if that's what he cared to think. She would be her own judge, not him. With acceptance, she allowed herself to enjoy the adventure in which she found herself. After all, life was not just about science, it was also about her.
Within the confines of the stocks, her non-verbal directions were indeed slight. Regardless, he didn't miss a clue while neither of them said a word. She could hear him breathing hard in his efforts. Was that a tongue? lips? She was so wet and lubed that she wasn't entirely sure. Clearly she felt hot breath on her vulva...had to be. If only she could see what was going on back there.
No, stop...put the analysis aside, just feel. Accept.
Lost in the sensation, the exhaustion of her body was banished to the back of her mind. She felt, due lack of a better word,
worshipped
. Regardless, Bill held her back from the floodgates. She was not allowed to come despite how desperately she needed to.
If Sue had not been locked up tight in the stocks,
she
would have been the one to take Bill. She would have torn his clothes off and clamped her pussy over his manhood. Virginity? Who the fuck needs it? The Nuymeans were the most sexual culture in the history of the world. Would they care about virginity? Hell no! Maybe the other way around, their gods might think less of a virgin.
Wow, what a thought, that was the first time she had ever thought about being the aggressor in a sexual situation. Her mind was clearly being affected. Maybe just because she had never been pushed to these extremes before. Perhaps she was delirious and physically in much worse shape than she thought. She was quite aware of primitive rituals, rites of passage, the vision quest and how extremes of the body could create extremes of the mind; archaeology is a specific branch of anthropology after all. The torture of pleasure she was currently enduring added an intensity that was definitely an extreme of the body in addition to her exhaustion, hunger, thirst and soreness from the sex maiden.
The heavier than lead weight of the phallus inside her was a relentless excitement of its own. Her vaginal muscles were constantly tensing due its size and weight. Bill now turned his attention to it as well. Never giving her enough stimulation to climax, he would lift the phallus from underneath, manipulating it indirectly through her flesh by pressing against her smooth-shaved pussy. He never touched the metal directly. His warm, firm hand providing temporary relief from the heavy metal only for him to let the phallus drop slowly to give relentless gravity its turn.
Bill found just the right motion to work the phallus, pressing on her mound while at the same time massaging her clit. The weight moving and shifting on the inside, while her love bud was teased on the outside, caused a buildup of sensation all through her sex.
Suddenly she found a voice. Perhaps not her own voice, but a voice.
"Bill, please. Can you please take me? Will you just get on with it and fuck me?"
Sue had closed her eyes, but immediately opened them. She felt additional hands. Her nipples were being gently rolled between strong fingers. Alternately, her breasts were palmed and massaged. She sensation was getting to her. From the horizontal position, her swelling breasts felt heavy and full. Each touch seemed to connect directly to her pussy, fueling her lust.
She saw more feet and legs beneath the stocks. Charlie and Martin had returned and were standing on each side of her. She closed her eyes again as she felt the first contractions of a body shattering orgasm begin. She would have climaxed long ago if her body had not been so used and depleted.
"Yeowww!!"
