Chapter 6
Two days later she collected her private wager with her uncle-her golden rings.
All five of them at his expense and installation.
The next day she received many favorable comments on the rings in her nipples, each exactly one inch across. But it took her local friends longer to notice the two in her cunt lips and the one through her throbbing clit. After all, they were covered by her G-string.
But word of them soon circulated. Along with what could be done with those rings in the pain loving Kristen.
But the one it impressed the most was John.
He couldn't seem to keep his eyes off them, especially the ones that poked the tight material of her G-string.
"Finally catch your interest, John? They are yours to play with for the asking, you know."
"Oh, I know, Kristen, I know. It was my favorite winning bet with your uncle."
"I told you I would last to eleven hundred to win that concession from him, didn't I?"
"You sure as hell did, Kristen. But I still don't know why you did it so I could win it."
"Like I told you the last time I visited your place, you're good husband material and after I've sown my wild oats I'll come back and claim you. And your interest in my rings makes it look better and better. Want to play with them tonight? I don't have anything scheduled."
John had notice the slow change in himself, with each successive visit from Kristen.
At first he would only harm her mildly because he knew she enjoyed it so much. But as visit after visit occurred he noticed that he was doing it more and more for himself. She never asked him to harm her, but with each visit he wanted to more and more. Until he began to plan what he would do with her on her next visit.
Yea, he was changing. Part of it was the power trip involved. But it was more than that. He truly loved Kristen, had for some time. And he wanted to please her just as all men want to please the gal they love. And with Kristen he knew what pleasing entailed. But John wasn't sadistic. He was in love.
A love that had to incorporate delivering pain.
Kristen had long ago told him of her plans. But he had plans of his own. And his winning of her birthday party had gone a long way in fulfilling them.
The day after her party, after some much needed rest, he had enrolled in the local university to complete his studies. Figuring that it would take him two years to complete while working at nights behind the bar, he was quite content to work toward Kristen's time schedule of two or three years. She'd be twenty or twenty-one, him twenty-seven or eight. Perfect timing to start a family that they both wanted.
But then there was still the present. Her newly install rings had fascinated him from the first moment. And when she lowered her G-string to show him what the other three looked like, he knew he was hooked.
"You know my door is always open to you, Kristen. And yes, I am fascinated by your new rings. Tell me," he asked as he leaned on the bar and flipped the ring in her right tit up, "what would you like me to do with them tonight?"
Kristen saw the sparkle in his eyes, knew that she had been right to have the rings installed, knew that John loved to pull and stretch her pussy lips almost as much as he liked fucking her.
"Weights, John, definitely weights. Can't you just picture my pussy lips and clit being stretched beyond imagination while you fuck the shit out of my ass? Maybe we could even do it in front of a mirror so you could watch my pussy go through all kinds of contortions while you ream me as only you can."
Oh, yes. He could definitely picture that and even more.
"You know it sounds interesting. And just to prove your sincerity, why don't you come around here and show me those golden rings you're so proud of to inspire me for tonight?"
Kristen didn't bother walking around to the end of the bar. She jumped up, gave a groan as her sore ass hit the bar, and opened her legs, placing a leg over each of his shoulders, her feet behind his head.
"Look to your heart's content, love. Make me hot for your hot cock."
John pulled the bit of cloth aside and opened her wet cunt to his fingers and eyes. One thing about Kristen, her body healed damned fast. The wholes around her rings were almost totally closed over. He could easily rotate them through her flesh.
But with her opened, ringed pussy staring him in the face, he wanted more.
Using both hands to hold her pussy lips open even more, he used his lips and mouth to trap the one twitching in her clit and sucked it into his mouth.
"Yessssss," she gasped above him as he treated her pussy and clit as only he could. Bracing her hands on the edge of the bar, her feet behind his neck, she opened up as much as she could as he sent her rocketing to the stars in record time.
With a finger through each pussy lip ring, John concentrated on her clit. He sucked. He nibbled. He used his tongue like a battering ram and was rewarded with her discharge and he drank his fill before pulling his head back to watch what his hands were doing.
Was Kristen's cunt ever wide open for him. With a finger in each pussy ring he was not denied viewing any of her charms. Not her leaking cunt. Not her twitching clit pierced by a ring of gold. And not by her synoptically twitching asshole. He saw it all and fell deeper in love with her with each passing moment and each successive twitch of her core.
"That's just a sample, Kristen. The main course will be served tonight. Why don't you bring your favorite whip tonight and I'll heat you up good and proper?"
Her clit gave another twitch at his words. It had to. She was so happy with them. Never had he asked her to bring something to harm her with before. Yes, by the time she was ready to marry, John would be the man she needed.
"You know I will do anything you want me to, John. Anything else you want me to bring?"
"No. Your favorite whip, you and your rings will be enough for tonight. But the next time you can bring your favorite five items and we'll give them a try. How's that?"
"Beautiful. What time?"
"Two, when we close. Make sure you tell Devon."
"I will."
"Hey, Kristen, get your beautiful pain loving ass over here."
"Well, I guess it's time to go back to work. Don't forget about our date."
"I won't, Kristen." Tucking her back inside her G-string John helped her get down and watched her walk away.
Kristen didn't bother dressing when they left for his place because she knew that John enjoyed her displayed body. That was one of the reasons she loved him and was planning a future with him.
"Why don't you grab a soda while I get things ready?"
"Whatever you say, John. You want one too?"
"No. I'll call when I'm ready, in the mean time make yourself comfortable."
"I will," she said as John climbed the stairs and disappeared from sight.
Grabbing a can, she popped the tab then curled up on the sofa to wait for him to get things ready. Wondering what he might be planning, she listened intently.
She heard some furniture moving, followed by a pounding noise. Like a hammer striking a nail? "Wonder what he's doing?" she said out loud, but shrugged it off. She'd know it a bit. Easing her tired feet out of her heels, she wiggled her toes, sipped her drink and waited.
A few minutes later John called, "Come on up."
Setting the can aside, she picked up the stiff, eighteen inch long, braided crop and walked up the stairs. John met her in the hallway, took the crop from her hand, and placed his other hand around her waist as he lead her to the master bedroom.
"What do you think? Will it work," he asked as they stepped into the room.
Kristen had been in his room many times and instantly noticed the changes he had made.
A quick glance at the ceiling confirmed the pounding noise she had heard. He had installed hooks in the ceiling. Three of them. All three in front of his mirrored dresser. Obviously he had taken her comment about the mirror seriously. She also noted a jumbled assortment of items lying in a corner of his usually very neat room and looked at them closer.
Several books, a roll of string, several bottles of booze, and other things buried underneath them that she couldn't recognize. But what she did see and recognize pleased her very, very much.
"Definitely a step in the right direction. What do we do now?"
John knew that Kristen was more than capable of choreographing the events that she enjoyed so much, but he also know that she liked the man to take charge when at all possible.
"Well, first we have to get you in position. Hands first, I think."
Kristen calmly offered her hands to him as he tied them in a hunk of sturdy rope, slipping the other end through one of the overhead hooks. Kicking over a nearby stool he told her to step on it, which she did as he tied off the other end of the tope, check her to his height and alignment to the mirror she was facing.
Kristen noticed that the two remaining hooks were slightly in front of the one she was attached to and guessed at the function of the remaining two accurately.
In the mirror she saw John bend down and when she felt another piece of rope wrap around her left ankle she didn't bother to look and see what he was doing.
It was obvious.
The other two hooks would hold her ankles. By their wide apart placement, she knew that her cunt, which John was so fascinated with, would be totally displayed in the mirror in front of her.
She saw John stand up and felt the rope slid through his hands.
"Ready, Kristen?"
"More than ready. Tie it good."
Kristen cooperated as John raised her foot toward the ceiling and the silent hook. Shortly she was hanging sort of sideways as he tied it off and stepped back. This time bending down for her other ankle. Then it too was heading toward the hook and ceiling.
"Aaahh wait a minute, John. Push my ass up a bit, my hip isn't at the right angle."
Pressing his hand into her ass, John pushed as she twisted.
"Okay. Kink out now. Tie away."
John did just that and a moment later they both stared into the mirror to see the results.
"That's one damned open pussy, Kristen."
"It ahh sure is. What are you going to do with?"
"I recall something being said about weights, don't I?"
"Your ahhh memory is perfect. Weights it is. Pull the shit out of my pussy and clit then try out that crop."
John had no problem complying with her words, he had thought about almost nothing else all evening. And the sight of the pussy he loved so much made him eager to move on to the next stage.
Walking to the corner where he had stored his supplies, he reached for the ball of string and his new, five inch thick calculus book. From top to bottom and from side to side, he wrapped the heavy book in string, tied off the end then cut the string with a knife. Leaving a good six inches hanging loose.
Then he did the same to the physics book and to the smaller literature book that he had purchased after enrolling in his classes. He brought all three back to the hanging gal that he loved.
Placing the books on the dresser top as he stood in front of Kristen, he asked, "Which ring first?"
"Ohh ahh the clit ahh should be first."
"Then the clit it will be."
Taking the free end of the string hanging from the literature book, he slid it through the ring in her clit and tied a knot to secure it.
Then looking up at her strained face, he asked, "One at a time, or all three at once?"
"One ahhhh at a time pleasse. So we can watchhh the results."
John smiled and slowly let the weight of the literature book hang from the ring in her clit. With each ounce of weight he released her clit was pulled and stretched until it finally hung supported totally by her golden ring as Kristen gave a moan that could only be construed as passionate as he looked at her two inch long clit right before his eyes.
"You okay, Kristen?"
"Fan ... aaah fantastic. Two booksss too gooo."
John tied the string to the calculus book to her left ring and repeated the slow process of lowering it toward the floor. But the calculus book was heavier and pussy lips stretch longer and easier than a clit and he became fascinated by each stretching centimeter as Kristen squirmed and moaned above him until finally both books were supported by her rings.
Similar study, watching and moaning accompanied the addition of the physics book on her remaining ring.
John knelt off to one side and looked at Kristen's stretched cunt and clit as she looked in the mirror in front of her.
Both her suitable impressed and neither missed the fragrance order of Kristen's arousal that filled the room.
She was hot.
John wasn't exactly cool either as his nervous fingers reached for and took up the crop that Kristen had brought.
Kristen had talked many a time about being whipped by her various 'dates' but John was totally unfamiliar with the weapon he held in his hand.
"Where ahh where should I hit you?"
"Annnnyy aahhh anywhere you want. Make me move. Ahhh make the books pull meee. I'mmmm ahh sure you'll like thatttt."
Anywhere? How hard?
He didn't know the answers to those questions he had asked himself but he was sure that Kristen was right. He would enjoy watching the books pull her pussy and clit.
Standing in front of her he guessed that the obvious target would be her opened cunt but he didn't think he should strike such tender tissue. So he raised it toward her full tits instead and brought it down to her left one.
The cracking sound of the crop landing on her tit surprised John. He hadn't hit her that hard. Did he?
Looking at the hanging books he saw that they remained almost motionless and guessed that the sound of the crop was much louder than it seemed to have been.
Using a bit more force, he hit her right tit, which made a louder noise, elicited a muffled moan from Kristen and the three books connected to her swayed gently in midair.
Deciding that Kristen was quite capable of handling much more pain than he had given her so far, he increased the downward thrust of his stroke to land directly on her left nipple.
No doubts about that one. Kristen screamed, "Yeesssss ahhhgggg yessss." Her body jerked, causing the books to jerk and swing, putting her three rings quite noticeably. And the sound of the crop striking her still lingered in the room, echoing around each wall.
But the deciding factor as far as John was concerned was the sight of her clit twitching up and down, even causing the literature book to jerk. He increased the force of his next blows, landing them at random on her eager body-tits, inner legs, a few upswings that caught her split ass and a swat to each hanging book.
The cracking sound of the crop became a goal. He liked it. Liked what it did to Kristen. What it did to the hanging books. And what the combined effect did to his hardening cock. He didn't bother to count the blows he delivered because he knew that he would stop long before Kristen wanted him to anyway.
He concentrated on how he was reacting to what was happening. And there was no denying it. It turned him on. Granted, a large measure was the pleasure he knew Kristen was receiving from his actions. But it went beyond that. HE liked it too.
But as spot after stop of Kristen turned red, bordering on bruised, his personal needs came to the forefront.
He wanted to relieve his throbbing cock. And he wanted to do it just as Kristen had suggested.
Up her ass as they watched the ring pull her in the mirror.
He made his way behind her, continuing to strike her with the crop wherever it happened to land as he wedged his cock up her split ass crack and nudged the wrinkled opening of her asshole.
A forward thrust of his hips found him instantly buried in her all the way to his pulled up balls as he wrapped his arms around her, letting the crop hang down between her legs as his eyes glued themselves to the mirror in front of them.
Her rings were in constant motion, both from his fucking and from Kristen's contortions of lust and passion. Her clit and pussy lips began to resemble a kid's yo-yo, they went up and down so much. But the abundant juices leaking out of her opened cunt belied all thoughts of any toy. Her cunt showed nothing but a woman in a continuing climax as ail of John's senses finally said they had enough.
And they came. God, oh God, did they ever come. John felt like his cock could put out a four-alarm fire without any assistance. Kristen didn't think. She just enjoyed each and every lust fitted shiver of her overactive cunt and body.