BREAKING PAULA'S LIMITS
part 3
When she awoke, her body ached in a thousand places and felt
completely spent. Her mind still held the image of her tight, hogtie
suspension, and in an odd way, she could still feel it in her sore
shoulders and spine, like some psychic memory painted on the trobbing
muscles.
The floor felt cold against her cheek, and she realized that,
after she had passed out, he had simply lowered her to it's surface
and undid the various cuffs and straps which had held her aloft like a
tangled marionette for... how long, she wondered... an hour? two?
Longer? It was unimportant now. It was finally over.
She tried to lift her head but found she was so weak that it
simply lulled back against the floor like a warm, wet washcloth, so
she lay still, allowing herself to drift, her strength to gather.
The first night, when he had strapped her to that "saddle"
which had ravaged her body like some mechanical monster had been
beyond her wildest fantasies... but the ordeal she had just finished
and from which she was slowly recovering was absolutely
other-worldly... Part of her wished that he had recorded the session
somehow, perhaps with a video camera... She longed to see herself as
he must have seen her... her arms buckled tight behind her back, her
body held aloft, bent back, feet resting against her head, body bowed
to the breaking point, every oriface stuffed beyond imagination with
throbbing, expanding toys... What must she have looked like to him...
had she even appeared human? Or was she merely a throbbing, writhing,
moaning bundle of sex-ravage flesh at that moment. Certainly she
hadn't felt human. She had felt like one distended, aching, tingling,
cuming, nerve ending. If anyone had told her, only a few weeks before,
what her body would have endured at that moment, she wouldn't have
believed it and would have been utterly terrified. Now, as she lay on
the cool floor, she could already feel the waves of tingling beginning
to grow inside her... the need... the longing...
It was true, she thought... he is destroying all my limits.
She remembered the hot, hard feeling of his cock sliding into
her stretched sex as she hung in the air before him, and the utter
helplessness as it drew out and slid deeply back in, again and again.
It was one thing to be tied to a bed or a chair and have your body
pressed down, rivetted in place by the crushing weight of a lovers
ardor... but to be hung in the air, contorted beyond belief and only
the opening of her sex in contact with him, as if his cock was a spear
stabbed deep into her body, every other surface of her flesh feeling
utterly open and vulnerable, was a sensation beyond anything she would
ever be able to describe. Ascending to heaven at the moment of death
must feel like that, she thought, idly... and closed her eyes to allow
another wave of tingles to wash over her...
Mostly, though, she was simply aware of how thoroughly her
will had been broken to him... how every pore of her body began to
ache at the very thought of him. This was something beyond love,
beyond commitment... something in the realm of the holy, where she
felt her spirit had been pulled from her, wedded with his own, their
deepest essences mixed to become something new... something that was
wholely "them", together, and then poured back into her... spilling
out to overflowing. And she knew that whatever he might ask of her,
whatever he might demand, she would do it, and joy at the performance
of his will. If he asked her to die for him, she would, gladly...
because she knew as she knew her own heartbeat that he never would ask
anything more than what would please and thrill and satisfy her... and
beyond this, that he would die himself, rather than hurt her in the
smallest way.
She managed to gather enough strength to slowly push herself
over onto her side and lay here a long moment. Even this simple
movement caused her sex to throb and ache once more, and she had an
overwhelming urge to simply continue over onto her back, spread her
legs and slip her fingers down to her clit, to stroke herself to
orgasm.
My God, she wondered... what has he done to me. I've always
been liable to the slightest twinge of my own lust, but now... now it
seems that every waking moment, my body is whimpering for it, and as
soon as it shudders in climax, it begins to build again...
She lay still and smiled, suddenly amused at wondering how
long this feeling would last... would it be permanent? Would she have
to face the mundane world every day, from now on, quivering with need
and reeking the musty scent of her hungry sex wherever she went? Would
strangers look at her on the street and see the sexual throbbing that
tormented her with every step? And although she knew, realistically,
that these feelings would ebb and eventually disappear... that there
would be long periods when she would be as sexless as ever she had
been in her life before, still it was fun to consider what a life of
unending arousal would be like... would it be heaven or hell... bliss
or agony... sweet reward or hideous punishment....
It was some long minutes before she finally felt strong and
loose enough to attempt to sit up, and even as she did so, pushing
herself up on one elbow and slowly scanning the room, she could feel
the aches in her joints and the fuzziness in her mind. Then she began
to realize that she was alone in the basement. He was nowhere to been
seen or even sensed. And a throb of panic welled up inside her. Where
had he gone? Had he left her here alone? Would he be back? And if so,
when?
A rush of tension stung her and helped her work her way to her
wobbly feet, where she rested a moment, before moving, unsteadily,
toward the stairway in the dim, gloomy distance of the still darkened
room. She reached the stairs and found her leg was like a leaden
weight as she tried to lift it to mount them. Instinctively, she
leaned over until her palms rested on the steps and she began to scale
them on all fours, like a child conquoring such an obsticle for the
first time.
She was about halfway up when suddenly she heard a click and a
blinding stream of bright light tore in through the opening doorway
above her. She squeezed her eyes and squinted up, painfully, into the
glare, barely able to make out his silhouette standing there, looking
down at her.
"Master" she gushed, breathily, in a sigh of relief, "Oh,
thank God, I thought you'd gone..." and she instantly realized the
naturalness of refering to him by that title. He was her Master now...
in every way she could imagine.
"Shhhhh" she heard him breath, soothingly at her as he stepped
through the door and pulled it closed behind himself. "It's all right,
my love. I would never leave you..."
She felt her arms begin to tremble and slowly lowered herself
until she was sitting on the stairs, gathering her strength. He came
down carefully past her until he stood on the steps below her and
leaned over to press his lips against her cheek, kissing it quickly
and nuzzling her lovingly.
"How are you feeling" he said quietly.
"Oh Master" she said, her voice heavy with exhausted amazement
"I can't tell you.... I don't have the words..."
"Then, you're satisfied with your visit so far" he said, and
she could sense the tiny edge of proud amusement at the edges of his
tone.
"Satisfied?!" she said, her voice alive with incredulity.
"Master.... I think you've fucked me to death!"
And his laughter rolled from him, exploding, to be joined a
moment later by her own...
"Not quite yet" he said, as the sound of their shared delight
began to die down... "There's still tonight you have to get through."
"Oh, Master" she sighed, the smallest hint of disappointment
brushed over her words "I don't think I can take any more."
"Of course you can" he said, his voice sparkling with
encouragement. "Besides, tonight will be very, very easy... and the
hardest thing you've even experienced yet."
"Why" she said, already fascinated by the implications in his
tone... "what are you going to do to me?"
He grinned down at her, his eyes gleeming in the gloom with a
hot, almost wicked fire.
"Practically nothing. Come."
He reached out and took her body below her arms, helping her
to her unsteady feet and leading her, carefully, down the steps, back
into the basement. He let his hands slide out, down her arms, until he
was walking her, holding her hands slowly, step by wobbly step, across
the basement, toward the large, black, oddly shaped box in the far
corner.
She wanted to resist, to pull to a stop and tell him that she
really had had enough, thank you so much... that her limits had been
well tested, broken and tossed forever into the waste basket of her
old, conventional mind which had died sometime in the last fourty
eight hours, and that she really didn't need any more, if that would
be all right with him... that she was more than totally satisfied...
but she didn't. She merely kept inching along, allowing him to draw
her forward, step by step, until they stood next to the large, black
box, at which she finally turned to look, closely.
It was about six feet by four feet, and it's top was inclined
at an angle, like a storm door leading to a root cellar somewhere. And
it's entire surface was utter, jet black... She could see that the top
was, in actuality, a pair of doors with handles in their centers.
"What... what is this?"
"This, my love" he said, quietly, patiently, as he released
her hands and bent over to take one of the door handles and slowly
pull it up, opening the box..."is your home for the next seven hours."
"What?" she said, her mind unable to comprehend completely
what he was saying and what it might mean.
"Oh, don't worry. It's perfectly safe... and in fact, it will
be very soothing for you. Come, I'll show you."
He took her hand once more and drew her forward, around to the
front of the box, where she saw a small set of steps leading up to
it's edge. As she looked down into it's utter blackness, she realized
that is was rippling with tiny, waving lights inside... almost ghostly
in their faintness... and it suddenly came to her that it was filled
with water.
He stood beside her, his hand holding hers, like a shy lover,
and whispered to her as she continued to gaze down into the void that
filled the container.
"It's a sensory deprivation tank. Very popular in the
eighties. You lie in it, and you float in the water, which is
maintained at exactly body temprature so you don't even feel it... and
there are no lights, and no sounds... and you can't feel your skin...
or even the weight of your body because it's floating... There is
absolutely no sensory input whatsoever..."
"Wh... why?" she said, confused.
He shrugged.
"Oh, apparantly they used to use it to experiment with. See
how the mind would function without any input. My friend bought this
one from the local university when they realized what nonsense it all
was. But he made a few... changes to it. Now, it serves a completely
different purpose."
"What" she whispered, chilled and stunned at the possibility
of going into the thing and remaining there for God knows how long.
"Well, now..." he paused and smiled wickedly "...it's sort of
used to help the mind... focus."
"focus?" she said, weakly.
"Yes. Come. You'll see."
He turned and lifted a leg over the edge of the box, his foot
slipping into the water, making tiny splashing noises as it lapped
against the sides of the container. When he had his other leg in the
water, he drew on her hands and she followed his example, lifting her
feet over the edge and slipping them into the warm, soothing fluid.
But a moment after sinking under the surface of the water, she
realized that she lost all sense of it... there was no hint that she
was standing calf deep in anything... it was neither hot nor cold...
as if it didn't exist at all. As if she was stepping into nothingness.
He released her hands and took her by the waist, maneuvering
her body forward a few steps and then pressing down, urging her to
sit. She bent carefully until she felt the water contact her naked
buttocks and then settled into it, instantly feeling it's boyancy, and
definately soothing effects...
"Now, love... just lie down, slowly..."
She tensed her still sore spine and slowly began to lower
herself into the water, feeling it sweep over her body, dulling and
conforting the tingling and then she felt her hair touch it's surface
and slowly relaxed her spine, settling in even deeper.. And she felt
the back of her head come to rest against some soft padded surface
below the waterline, holding her face up out of the water. She ordered
her body to relax and it obeyed instantly, each tension flowing out of
her, as if the water was sucking them through her skin, leaving her
limp and warm and drifting. She closed her eyes and drank in the
peacefulness of these sensations.. or rather lack of sensations, for
truly, she could feel very little... merely the slight hint of the
waters surface rippling lightly against her cheeks and nothing more.
She opened her eyes and saw him standing beside her, calf deep
in the water, smiling down at her, and watched with loving fascination
as he bent over and reached for something under the waters surface far
down, toward her right ankle. Then she felt it... something soft,
plyable yet strong being carefully wound around her ankle under the
water, causing the now boyant leg to part slowly, drawn toward the
right wall.
In a few moments he stepped over her now pinioned leg and
reached under the waters surface at the other side of the box, and
soon she felt her left leg wrapped and drawn outwards, the lips of her
throbbing sex parting slightly, the warm water tickling for just a
moment against each new exposed fraction of inner flesh before it
seemed to dissolve as her body adjusted to match the fluids
temprature...
She saw him turn, standing between her legs, and carefully
step over her, reaching down to grope a moment, then locate her
drifting arm under the water and draw it out and slightly up, the
sensation of new bindings contacting her wrist and securing it... then
he stepped gingerly over her and accomplished the same with her other
wrist...
And there she was... bound, wrist and ankle, in a sort of
relaxed spread eagle, her body covered by and floating in the skin
temprature water, her neck gently supported, only her face and the
tips of her breasts poking through the liquids surface.
It was heavenly... a floating bliss she had never before
experienced... and so much different that her previous suspension,
where the weight of her body pulled her down and pressed and strained
every joint and muscle. Now her body had no weight... yet she could
feel herself bound... a combination of bodyless freedom and helpless
capture that, for an instant, made her see herself as a white-robed
angle, it's wings spread gloriously above it, yet it's arms lashed
tightly behind it's back... waiting for some unholy use.
She could feel her sex beginning to throb once more, and
pulled gently against the bonds, testing them. She found that the only
genuine movement she could make was to flex her knees and draw herself
down the length of the tank a few inches. Other than that, she was
helpless.
She looked up at him and saw him smile, arching an eyebrow and
playfully wagging a finger at her, as if in amused admonishment, but
she could hear nothing through the water that covered her ears, except
the distant mutter of the water when it rippled on the sides of the
tank.
She did, however, see him reach down past her head and soon
felt the wide band of the collar being lifted over her throat and
secured, now pinning her neck against the prop beneath her head. It
was not at all tight, or even snug, but when she again pulled her
knees up, the band at her neck now stopped her from even the small
movement of before.
"I love you, Master" she whispered, hearing the words echoing
through her head and the sudden rush of tears that welled up and
covered her eyes before gathering and spilling from their corners to
mix with the water in which she lay.
This stopped him and he looked down at her, the glow of wonder
on his face, before the sly smile returned and he turned away to bend
towards his next task.
Because her head was now held in place, she could not see what
he was doing, but soon felt the tip of something firm, yet soft slip
between the lips of her sex, sending a shudder through her... and the
slow, steady movement of it as it parted her lips and slipped inside
her sex, sliding up inside her, almost drifting, until she felt it
come to a stop against her cervix. She sighed at the sensation and
suddenly realized how intense it was, due to the fact that no other
part of her body was sending information to her brain, for suspending
in the negating fluid, they had nothing to report. She found her mind
focusing completely on her invaded sex, and could even begin to pick
out tiny flashes of feeling that she had never noticed before in the
covering noise the rest of her flesh had always sent up to compete for
her minds attention at these moments. It was as if, having known only
a map showing the entire country, she was being given a glimpse of a
map at a much closer view, revealing only a single state... then an
even closer view of a single city... She could feel individual muscles
as they tensed against the sides of the probe inside her and it's
slightest shift was noticable.
She was so absorbed in this new revelation that the touch of
the second, much smaller probe against the tight rosebud of her ass
was a tremendous shock and her body flinched, causing the water to
splash briefly. But she soon understood and immediately untensed her
muscles, releasing the tight squeeze on her nether muscles and
allowing the invader to breach the opening and slip into her ass.
If the sharp focus of minute sensations in her sex had
startled her, the crystal clarity of every nerve inside her ass as the
probe slid up along it's length positively overwhelmed her. She had
grown used to feeling those deep inner places stimulated but this was
as if each was being pampers and alerted beyond belief by the touch of
the object that slowly slid up and filled her bowels. By the time it
came to a halt somewhere in some untouched recess of her, her entire
body was shivering and trembling with the overload.
Her eyes were open, staring up at the distant gloom of the
ceiling, struggling to distract herself, to concentrate on something
other than this pinpoint stimulations of her most sensitive bits of
flesh, so she didn't notice as her turned, and gently bent down toward
her breasts. Only when the first of the clamps captured her now erect
and tingling nipple did an additional shock of feeling yank her back
and deposit her entire mind on the hillock of her breast, at the point
where the clamp was slowly being drawn tighter and tighter, pressing
the nipple beyond anything it had ever before endured. A sharp shock
of pain roared from the tormented nipple, and she heard herself moan
under it's onslaught, but before she could adjust to it, she felt her
other nipple taken up and captured, it's tender surface pressed and
held, tighter and tighter...
Uncontrollably, she growled, a mixture of wounded animal and
lust driven vixen and another violent shudder rolled through her body.
Although the torments in her sex and ass and nipples were only
moderate, the fact that no other part of her flesh was requesting
attention from her brain heightened every signal which came from these
places and intensified even the slightest touch beyond anything she
had previously imagined. It was as if, having watched television all
her life in blacks and whites and shades of grey, she was suddenly
confronted with blazing, living color all in an instant.
She was only just beginning to get a grip on herself when he
leaned down and his palm gently brushed her cheek, lovingly, then he
stepped carefully out of the tank and she saw the doors begin to swing
shut above her.
"Nnnnoooooooooooooooooo!" she screamed out, wanting to say
something to him, anything, to thank him or beg him or just scream
mindlessly in his face so that he might understand how overwhelmed she
was at this moment. But the doors dropped into place with a dull
thunk, and then all light was gone, and all sound was gone... and she
was alone... and drifting... in nothingness....
At first, she allowed herself to rage, pulling on her bonds,
trying to thrash, but quickly relaxed and gave up such useless
endevours, and when she did so, a deep calm and peace settled over her
and she felt her body letting go... easing... floating up and then
fading from her mind as each part of her stopped reporting that any
changes were happening to it and it fell senseless. Only the deep,
inner recesses of her sex and her ass and the tightly gripped nipples
kept up a constant stream of messages to her mind, and without the
clutter of other signals, each one was vibrant and sharp as the edge
of a razor, heightened beyond belief.
She had no idea how long she lay there, floating and studying
her three sexual centers, turning each new flash of sensation over
carefully, studying it. It could have been minutes or hours or days or
lifetimes... It did not matter. It was all that existed in the
universe.
Then, the first of the jolts hit her.
It was a sudden, stunning shock of vibrations deep in her sex
as the probe shuddered, roared with trembling and fell inert once
more, all in the space of a single second.
She cried out, startled and could feel the ripples of it
washing through her body as if she was a calm pond and it was a stone,
casually tossed through her surface. The wave passed through her
stomach, up her chest, to her neck and right to the very tip of her
nose before it was gone.
My God, she thought... I felt that everywhere...
Before she could recover from this revelation, the second jolt
slammed her in the ass. Like the first, this brief burst of vibration
lasted only a moment but the ripples now traveled up her spine and she
could feel the hairs at the back of her neck tighten as it arrived and
swept over them.
Then the third jolt, in her left nipple... and a fourth in the
right one... then again in her sex... like the slow, starting strokes
of multiple pistons in an engine. Each jolt lasted only an instant,
but each one sent shuddering waves through her...
The round of jolts cycled to all four points, and began to
repeat, slowly at first, then with gathering speed, each cycle a
fraction of an instant shorter than the one before it. And because
they were so sudden, and so short, the nerves of her most sensitive
places had no chance to either numb or recover before the next sharp
shock hit them.
She did not know how long it took, nor how many cycles, but it
seemed that these startling assaults on her body gathered speed at a
steady rate, and her mind began to scream inwardly, as the flashing of
each round piled atop the as yet undigested load of the round before
it. By the time the cycle reached full speed, she was trembling and
moaning in long, slow washes of sound... a sound which she could
barely make out herself through her water shuttered ears.
She felt herself rolling up toward an orgasm... more
shattering than anything she would have ever experienced... it welled
and grew and built inside her, like an approaching army whose
threatening sound can be heard just over the next hill, growing louder
with every passing instant... but then, to her horror, she realized
that it never seemed to be getting close enough to engulf her... as if
she was backing away from it, even as it rushed towards her. Every
nerve in her sex and deep in her ass and at the points of her nipples
screamed for release, crying desparately at her mind for help, but it
was powerless to send them the final, shattering climax.
She rode the tingling crest up and up, always shy of the
summit, though tearing upwards at tremendous speed, until she could
concieve of achieveing no greater heights... and there she hung...
every nerve afire with the stimulation, every recess of her soul
blazing with arousal... every microscopic nitch of her mind filled to
capacity, bulging with the need, the desparate need to erupt in
cumming... and it did not happen...
She did not know how long she hung there before her mind
escaped with a scream and fled to some other place... some other
world... It was as if her body had been lit on fire and was blazing
all around her, lighting the universe with brilliant, white hot light,
and she began to see visions... images so sharp and clear she had but
to reach out to feel their substance...
...she was suspended, upside down, her body wrapped head to
toe, only her sex uncovered as a giant slipped his tongue deep inside
her, and the wrapping bulged hideously with the invading swell of her
body trapped within as the tongue filled her...
...she was drifting in space, long tenticles with cock-like
heads holding her splayed, stretching her out and plunging into every
oriface, spewing cum into her to mix with her own erupting fluids...
...she was trapped in some confining space, a dozen god-like
men holding her aloft, probing and stroking and fucking her sex and
ass and mouth at the same moment, her outstretched hands wrapped
tightly around other cocks and stroking madly...
...she was bound, standing, wrapped tightly, body pulled up by
a chain around a collar, forced to watch as he, her lover/Master
hungrily fucked a woman strapped to a table before her... and that
woman was also her...
...she saw a multitude of women, each one herself, spread out
on an endless plain, each undergoing some unique and delicious
torment... whipped and stretched and crushed and raped and attached to
various devices which fucked their every opening and kneeling copies
of herself, their mouths filled with cocks their hands stroking cocks
in frenzied desperation and every imaginable lust burst in images in
her mind as she hung on the edge of the cumming that never would
arrive... never release her... never free her... never rip her to
microscopic shreds...
She slowly opened her eyes, and saw his face, gazing down at
her, before her lids slipped shut once more...
She drifted up slowly, like a cork, until her eyes pulled open
and she saw him, standing at the foot of the bed on which she was
lying. He knelt slowly down beside her and leaned in his face no more
than in inch from her... she could taste his breath, feel his aura
like a palpable thing, and inside his eyes she could see the infinity
of his soul as clearly as if a spotlight lit up his every thought.
She saw his lips move in slow motion and felt the breeze of
his breath against her face like a gale, even though he merely
whispered, almost too low to make out...
"Paula....... cummmmmmmm"
And she screamed, her body doubling as if it had been speared,
as the orgasm exploded through her. Every nerve was seared with it,
every fiber ripped apart, every bit of her douced and erupting in
flames... she could feel her sex gush in a fluid cry of release,
soaking her thighs and pooling beneath her as she pulled into a
sobbing ball and fell through the overwhelming agony of cummming with
seemed to go on and on and on... forever...
He stood beside her as she waited for the door to the plane to
be opened and allow her entry. She looked over at him, and the glance
he returned caused her already weak and wobbling knees to tremble.
Around her throat she could feel the inch wide strip of velvet... his
collar... the sign of her now permanent ownership by him... and she
felt more calm and centered than ever before and glowing with a power
and strength that made her invulnerable.
The flight attendant swung the door open and the other
passengers began to shuffle through it, down the long tunnel to the
plane.
He turned to her, she to him, and they stood, toe to toe for a
long, silent moment. No words were needed now... they shared the same
soul. And when she saw his lips begin to curl in a quiet, private,
wicked smile and his head inclined almost impreceptively, commanding
her... she closed her eyes and felt the orgasm burst up from the calm
center of her soul and shatter against her bodies inner walls... a few
drops of her fluid slipping out between the lips of her sex and
spreading through the fabric of panties...
She opened her eyes and found his once more, thank him
wordlessly, turned and moved toward the door to the plane... their
mixed souls tucked snugly inside her.... forever.
