Archive-name: Slaves/lind103.txt

Archive-author: Master Paul

Archive-title: The Epic Adventures of Linda in Life





        LINDA MEETS THE HANDSOME "MASTER OF THE 'RINGS'"



                         Part 1   Chapter 3



Suspended from her "Maiden's Frame" of Stainless Steel in a host

of tight leather straps, Linda had observed that the white, vinyl

matted floor looked to be about four or five feet below her,

though that observation didn't really matter much since she was

helplessly suspended, face down with that pair of bare male feet

and leather encased legs off to her right, toes pointing toward

her, and there was NOTHING she could do about it but LOOK. The

ball gag was back in her mouth, seated in her obscenely propped

open mouth (damn that ring had hurt her mouth!), and she was

again speechless as well as immobile.



Suddenly, the bare feet and legs moved and she heard another one

of those "Clicks". She could feel her head begin to lower toward

the floor and her feet rise toward the ceiling as her immobilized

body began to rotate about her middle. The floor and it's gleaming,

white, vinyl mat came ever closer to her head as her "mounting ring" 

rotated in a wide, downward circle and her sweat drenched hair started 

to hang downward over the straps that bound the stainless steel ring

and the ball tightly and painfully into her mouth. She focused

her eyes on the stainless steel arc of the outside ring that passed at 

90 degrees to her body, below her and, soon, the intersecting 

ring was out of her field of view as her head passed above it.



Her body paused as the rotating motion ceased for a while. Linda

gazed outward across the black vinyl walled room with its white

vinyl matted floor and, for the first time, saw a large door at

the far end of the room, also vinyl covered and now closed tight,

sealing her and her sexual tormentor in the room alone, all by

themselves, or so she had presumed.



In her upside down position she could see a portion of the

mirrored ceiling at the far end of the room and not much else.

The room, in that direction was plain and very blank. Hanging

there in the tight, all encasing stainless steel frame, her

legs splayed out and spreadeagled toward the mirrored ceiling

near which her stretched and pointed leather encased feet pointed

their equally stretched , tightly tensioned pointed toes, Linda strained

to look upwards from just above white floor along the sweating, smooth

plane of her suspended, naked body, through heaving, sweat

covered breasts. Her arms, equally spreadeagled and splayed out,

pointed their extended and leather entrapped fingers toward the

white expanse of the soft looking vinyl matted floor. The huge

steel rings were nowhere in sight, nor was her sexy attendant

whom she had yet to behold in full. She remembered that she had

been confused and fearful as the familiar objects she had seen

previously were no where to be found in her field of vision.



The blood rushed to her head and she could feel her face becoming

flush as it drained downward from her legs and lower body (which

were upward, now) into her downward pointed head, arms and upper body.



As the terror mounted and her strained mind raced, (thinking about

being suspended this way indefinitely), her body began to slowly

rotate once more, arcing around in the same direction. As her

obscenely spread legs began to rotate downward back behind her

and her outstretched arms began to rise, more and more of the

mirrored ceiling came into view, and with it an ever increasing

panorama of the total room and it's contents as revealed by the

ever present and growing mirror above her. As her face rose in that

steady arcing motion, she glimpsed her first view of her upper

body in the mirrored ceiling and promptly inhaled a huge quantity

of air through her flared nostrils. The bizzare sight stunned her 

into a numbing realization of her total predicament.



She was indeed spreadeagled obscenely, and in a stainless steel

frame that outlined her body with wide straps binding her tightly

to it. The frame, in turn, was connected to one of the huge gimbaled

rings by stainless steel chains that passed through D-Rings

welded to the edge of the frame and extended outward from the

frame and her body to the circumference of the ring where they

were attached to D-Rings welded to her "mounting ring" at regular 

intervals. Her spreadeagled body was, indeed, the focal point of a series 

of radial chains except that there were none between her spread arms

and their pointed fingers. As her body slowly rotated to a

horizontal, face up, position, she noted that there also were no

gleaming chains between the ninety degree spread of her legs,

thus, leaving her obscenely displayed sex, open and vulnerable in

the apex of her widely splayed legs. OBSCENE, she had though.

Sexually degrading and totally obscene! As she slowly exhaled and gazed 

with continued amazement at her outstretched, strapped and encircled body 

in its present helpless horizontally face up position, she got her first

glimpse of the owner of the sexually teasing and strong fingers that

had put her through her paces earlier; AND...the owner of that now "well 

serviced" male member that had so recently enjoyed the deepest

reaches of her very talented mouth to its fullest.



He was standing outside the ring between her hugely spread legs,

his hands resting on the gleaming "mounting ring" that held her spread

horizontally looking face up......staring resolutely back at her in the

overhead mirrored ceiling. His pale blue eyes met Linda's eyes for the

first time and he smiled. From what she could see in the mirrored

ceiling, he was partially bald with sandy, light brown hair, a

full but neatly trimmed beard with the broadest shoulders and

biggest chest she had seen on a man in a long long time. He had

on a pair of tight, full length leather pants, otherwise he was

naked and extremely well tanned. 



Her "Mounting Ring" was at a level even with his smooth, almost

hairless chest, just about in front of his nipples. In his right

hand, resting up on her "Ring" was a black box of some sort.



She saw him press the box with his finger and instantly there was

one of those "Clicks" and her body and the "Mounting Ring"

started to rotate horizontally in a counter clockwise direction.

As she and the ring slowly rotated she got yet another quick glance

at the dimly lit black wall behind her bare chested, sexy tormentor; 

that equipment ladden wall with all the bondage and punishment

equipment shelved and hanging on it..........and then it had

rotated out of her field of view.



She kept her eyes locked on his in the mirrored ceiling as she

slowly swung around in a half circle, until finally, the top of her 

head was pointed directly at him and he was between her ninety degree

outstretched arms, although still outside her "Mounting Ring". She

heard a "Snap", saw his finger move up off the black box and felt

her motion cease. He took his eyes off hers and ducked under the

ring between her arms and gazed down into her eyes directly. "God

he's handsome", she remembered having thought as she gazed up

into his pale blue eyes. His eyes sparkled and seemed to smile

down at her. He raised his empty left hand and brushed his finger

tips gently across her leather restrained forehead and back up into her 

sweat matted and coated hair. Then he lifted his hand forward and ran 

a finger from the tip of her nose along it's length up between her eyes

and across her forehead into her hair and then lifted it off her

head and let his arm drop to his side.



He ducked back under the "mounting ring" and walked to the dimly lit,

ominous, equipment wall which was almost out of her view. She heard 

something rattling and, soon, he returned with a wheeled cart with drawers

in it and some bottles on top of it. Some of the bottles had what

looked like those hospital straws in them.....the ones that bent

in the middle as they came up out of the bottles. He reached

under her head and unfastened her ball gag strap, then slowly

lifted the gag up out of her mouth. Then he reached over toward

the side of her face and undid the strap that held that painful, 

ever hurting stainless steel ring behind her teeth, resting against

the roof and bottom of her mouth and propping it obscenely open.

As the strap loosened, he lifted it upward. She cooperated by

opening her mouth as wide as she possibly could. In the mirror,

she saw the strap and ring arrangement begin to rise out of her

mouth. When it was gone, she closed her mouth, for the first time

in hours and hours, and sighed a great sigh of relief. She looked

up into the mirror and saw he was smiling back at her. She

started to open her mouth to speak, but he frowned and put his

finger vertically upright in front of the center of his lips. She

heard no sound, but understood the gesture for "be quiet".



As she watched him in the mirrored ceiling, he reached down and

took one of the strawed bottles off the cart top and raised it up

along side her face. He pointed the straw down toward her mouth

and she took it between her lips and sucked on it. Cool fluid

flowed into her mouth and toward her throat. She swallowed and

sucked more liquid up through the straw, back down through it's

bent elbow, through her pursed, sucking lips, into her mouth and

then down her thirsty throat into her belly. She stared directly

into his eyes the whole time and he stared back, smiling. 



Finally, she heard a gurgling sound coming from the bottle and

the fluid ran out. He removed the straw from her lips, returned

the bottle to the cart top and picked up another one, repeating

the previous process. 



After four bottles had been exhausted, he ceased feeding her in

this strange way. Each of the four bottles of liquid she had

consumed had a different taste. Two of them tasted like gatoraide.

The other two tasted somewhat like a milkshake. She was about to

thank him when the ball gag suddenly appeared in his hand in

front of her face and he pressed it firmly into her mouth and

buckled the straps tightly behind her head. He stepped back and,

simultaneously, she heard another "Click". Slowly her feet and toes

descended and her head rose as it moved upward and forward; upward 

toward the other stainless steel ring which arced majestically over- 

head, a pin eminating from it's outer edge up into the mirriored ceiling.

As her head approached the ring she lost sight of it, but not

before she realized that is was at least two inches thick and

round in crossection. "Pretty sturdy", she had thought. "I wonder

why so big and thick?" (Later, Linda would find an answer to her

silent question......an answer she would never forget and the recollection 

of which would do strange, sexually gratifying things to her submissive 

body as it struck terror into her very soul in the years to come).



There was a "Snap" and she stopped moving, stretched, NOW, from

floor to ceiling, upright and grossly spreadeagled as her leather

encased finger tips stretched toward the ceiling and her

outspread legs and their leather encased toes pointed toward the floor.

As she had been rising, her handsome, blue eyed, bearded and

silent tormentor had appeared in front and slightly below her

eyes. She could once again see the black vinyl covered door and

its receiving wall which was behind the handsome stranger who was

now facing her. He bent over at the waist and then stood up and

stepped backward. As he moved farther back she saw that he was

dragging a half circle portion of the mat. He dropped it and

returned, repeating the previous maneuver and dragging another

half circle of white mat back and dropping it. As he walked back

toward her, he angled off to her right.



Linda heard a noise over her head, but with her head anchored in

the frame in an upright position perhaps two or three feet below

the ceiling, she was unable to see where the noise originated.



He came back into her field of view and stood placidly in front

of her gazing slightly upward into her eyes. He smiled, reached

forward toward her with his right hand and inserted his fingers

in the crack of her sex and spread her wide open. He looked back

up into her eyes from but couple of feet away and smiled at her. 

She understood. Embarrassed she tightened her bladder muscles and a

golden stream began to flow profusely until, about a minute or two later, 

she was empty and it died to a dribble. He released her spread

nether lips, turned his palm up and patted them gently, stepped back, 

then moved off again toward her right. She heard a squeeking noise

and, suddenly, a fine spray of warm water descended from the

ceiling above her head and upward from the floor below, totally

engulfing her in it's cooling mist.. He returned and stood in front

of her as the water misted downward and shot upward to bathe and

cleanse her bound, strapped. rigged body. The water grew warmer

until it was soothingly hot as it struck her body and the ran

down in rivers toward the floor. He walked back off to her right

and returned with a small hose and nozzle in his hand. He aimed

the nozzle at her and squeezed the handle. The stream of water

that resulted hit her between her outward thrust bare breasts,

stinging a little, but not greatly. 



Her bearded, handsome "attendant" played the stream downward

until it was striking her lower belly just above her pubic hair

and then he lowered it and let it massage her sex as he played it

up and down her crotch, kneeling down to assure that he got up

under it with the tingling, pleasant stream. He arced the stream

down her left thigh and then back up across her hair covered

crotch and sex and down the right thigh. He repeated the process

a half dozen times and then stood up and raised the stream up

across her under belly, across her ten inch wide belly restraint,

to the middle of her chest and then swung the stream outward

toward her right nipple where he gently circled the stream for a

minute and then moved across her chest to the left breast and

nipple and repeated the process. Through all this, the mist

flowed from the ceiling down over Linda and the streams rose from

the floor to strike her legs and body. The hot, soothing "bath"

went on for about ten minutes until he shut of the noozle, walked

over to her right and the squeeking sound was heard once again

and the water ceased and the noise above her head repeated itself.



Linda, could not see herself in the mirrored ceiling in her

spreadeagled vertically upright position, but she had imagined

that she glistened with beads of warm water, all over her firmly

bound body.



She heard one "click" and then another one and her head began to

lower and her feet began to rise as she rotated clockwise at the

same time. When the twin "Snaps" final sounded the ceasation of

her downward and sideways rotating motions she was again

horizontal, face up, but cross ways with the long axis of the room

instead of lengthways. The wall with all the very dimly lit bondage and

punishment gear was to her right and the door to her left.



She looked up and could see her bearded "friend" standing by the

cart smiling back at her in the mirrored ceiling. He wheeled the

cart over toward her head on the right and then opened a drawer

and began to remove objects from it and lay them on the top of the

cart. He picked up what looked like a pair of forceps and a long

thin needle-like shaft, ducked under the her "mounting ring", and

suddenly his face appeared above and behind her head and he

looked down at her and smiled.



His large hands and arms reached up along both sides of her head to hover

above her left breast, where his nimble fingers placed the tips of the open 

forceps down over her left nipple and then closed them tight over it from

above. A blinding burst of pain hit Linda as her eyes beheld, in the over

head mirrored ceiling, her left nipple crushed between the jaws of the 

closed forceps. In his right hand appeared an ominous long, hollow and

pointed needle. He aligned the needle so that it was pointed at

her left nipple and the forceps from the direction of her right

breast and began to press it through an opening in the head of

the tightly clamped forceps.



LINDA WENT WILD WITH MOANING, GURGLING PROTESTS AND RUBBER BALL

STIFFLED SCREAMS AS THE NEEDLE ADVANCED THROUGH THE HOLE IN THE

FORCEPS, THROUGH HER LEFT NIPPLE AND OUT THROUGH A HOLE IN THE

TIP OF THE FORCEPS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF HER CLAMPED NIPPLE AND

CONTINUED UNTIL IT WAS STICKING OUT OF HER NIPPLE AND THE FORCEPS

ABOUT TWO INCHES TOWARD HER LEFT, WITH THE REMAINING TWO INCHES

STICKING OUT ON THE OTHER SIDE.



As she regained her composure and the pain subsided slightly, she

stared in disbelief and fascination at her needle punctured

nipple. A little drop of blood had appeared on either side where

the needle entered and exited her nipple at the tip or head of the forceps.

She had heard of "nipple piercing", but never in a million years

would she EVER have believed that she'd EVER see her nipple pierced as

it now, quite obviously, was. Nor would she have EVER consented to such

idiocy and destruction of her fine, twenty year old figure. She

attempted every motion and sound she was capable of to register

her displeasure and disapproval to this sandy haired, bearded,

broad shouldered, tanned SAVAGE who had just ruined her for life!



But he paid no attention to her and, instead, withdrew the needle

and inserted a stainless steel pin or shaft where the needle had

been, released it, and screwed a tiny little ball on the now

leftward protruding, bare threaded end of the shaft and took his

fingers off the shaft entirely when the little ball was firmly

screwed onto it. He released the forceps, opened the jaws so they

were beyond the ends of tiny "barbelled" shaft through her left nipple 

and withdrew them upward toward the ceiling in one continuous motion.



Linda remembered having stared up into the ceiling and back down

at her pain engulfed left breast and the deeply reddened, tortured

nipple with the steel mini-barbell stuck through it right to left

across her and over her left breast. It wasn't very big, that mini-barbell, 

but it surely WAS.................THERE!



As she contemplated the new ornament in her left nipple, with an

ever increasing, sickening feeling in the pit of her strapped stomach, 

the hands and arms returned around the sides of her face and the same

forceps once again descended over her right nipple and clamped

down tight. She went crazy with moans, gurgles, rubber muffled

protests and restrained "almost" motions as the forcep tips

closed and clamped and the long thin needle approached her RIGHT NIPPLE.

She was screaming and protesting to high heaven, still, when the

needle passed through her trapped and now skewered right nipple

and reappeared, heading toward her left breast and the room went

dark and everything went black.



When she came to, Linda remembered that she was in a head up,

feet down, vertical, position and it was quiet and very very dim

in the room, almost dark, but not quite. 



SHE AWAKENED WITH A START!.........THE STRAPS THAT HAD HELD HER

RIDGEDLY INTO THE "MAIDENS FRAME" WERE.....GONE! THE DAMNEDABLE

STAINLESS STEEL RING AND THE BALL GAG WERE BACK IN HER MOUTH,

BOTH PROPPING IT WIDE OPEN AND PLUGGING IT TIGHT AT THE SAME TIME. 



She attempted to move her head and found she could roll it around

and that it was free to move in any direction she cared to move it.

She lower her chin to her chest and looked downward. There,

through each nipple, were those skewering "barbells" out on the

ends of her pert, small twenty year old breasts. Had she not looked, she

thought, she probabaly would not have felt them there, except for

a very dull ache in each breast. She also sensed the same sort of

"ache" between her legs in her crotch but she could not see down

there at all and the mirrored ceiling was no help at all in that regard,

especially with it so dim, almost dark, in the room. She rolled

her head backward and looked upward at the ceiling and was

startled to see her face looking back at her from the mirrored

ceiling between her widely out-stretched arms, which were in the

same position, but unrestrained except for her gloved/mittened

hands which now were wrapped around stainless steel "trapeze

rings" and buckled closed over the "trapeze rings" to her palms.

The "trapeze rings" were, in turn attached to her two inch thick

outer "mounting ring" and several of it's spaced D-Rings by

clamps or clips of some kind. As she stared upward, she realized

that all the straps were gone and so was the "maiden's frame" and

she was suspended simply but effectively by her gloved/mittened

hands. She pulled upward on her right leg as she stared at

herself and found that her feet were still encased in leather,

toes pointed and bound outspread as before to the "mounting ring"

or so she surmised.



As she gazed upwards into the mirrored ceiling she suddenly

realized that there was a new, small, stainless steel ring in each ear,

high up in the cartilidge of each ear and.........,OH MY

GOD!.....A SLIGHTLY LARGER STAINLESS STEEL RING IN HER NOSE LIKE

SOME SOUTH PACIFIC SAVAGE! The shock of her realization and the

effect on her mind instantly caused tears to roll down her cheeks

and deep sobs to heave her body and her now pierced breasts. As she

continued to stare upwards in utter disbelief, she saw that her

hair had been combed out and up into a ponytail on top of her head and 

was thrust through a wide, tight leather band and braided over and around a

stainless steel loop or ring just above the leather band so that

the top of her head was "crowned" by a leather-ring-hair affair

that now was as much a part of her head as her own hair and just

as attached by virtue of the fact that her hair was bound into it

and around it in an almost permanent, tight fashion. So tight, in

fact, that she could feel the pull of her hair upward by the

leather strap and ring and it raised her forehead and eyebrows in

the process. 



As she gazed upwards in increasing shock and dismay, her body

broke out in a running sweat. She was now like a spreadeagled

"sex-freak" in some sex orgy show she had once heard about but

totally disbelieved as pure fantasy. THIS WAS NO FANTASY. She

could see and feel it, exceedingly well. TOO WELL! IT WAS LINDA...

......AND......LINDA WAS........"IT"!!!



As the awful realization of her altered state sunk in, the

damnedable "Click" sounded and she rotated backward, head going

down and feet coming up. As the inner ring rotated she looked up

into the dim ceiling and observed herself thoroughly spreadeagled, 

naked except for her restrained and stretched hands and feet, rings 

in her nose, her ears, her nipples, and......OH MY GOD,.........RINGS 

IN HER PUSSY LIPS.....FOUR OF THEM.....TWO ON EITHER SIDE OF HER SEX...

......STAINLESS STEEL RINGS!!!



Her stainless steel mounting ring rotated her head backward to a

horizontal postion and then continued to rotate until her head

was hanging straight down, her face toward the door end of the

room, she thought back and recalled, and then it continued to rotate 

until she was once again horizontal, but face down, looking at the floor,

which now had no mat and was, in fact a terrazo, shower-stall

affair with a six inch curb around it to keep the water in, she

had supposed. 



Her arms and legs tensioned and tractioned as the ring rotated

around in a circle so that her body weight was at first carried

by her arms and then by her arms and her legs as she was

horizontal and then by her legs alone. And the ring kept slowly

rotating and her head rose, once again toward the ceiling. The

rotation continued for a long long time, she recalled, and she

alternated from rightside up to upsidedown a number of times,

each time taking in more details of both her position and her

now pierced body.



As she approached an upright, head up, position after that long

series of "passes" around, she heard the ominous sound of the

door opening behind her and a series of leather on leather

swishes that could only mean leather encased legs walking

.....TOWARD HER. When her head reached a straight up

position there was a "Snap" and her "mounting ring" stopped.



As she listened to the swishing sounds behind her, the lights in

the room got brighter and brighter........NO, NOT ALL OF THEM,....

..........JUST THE ONES SHINING ON THE WALL IN FRONT OF HER!!!



As she saw that black vinyl wall really clearly for the first

time, she inhaled sharply, her pierced nipples shuddered, her

heart began to pound like it was going to come out of her chest

and she threw her head back and forth with a frenzy over what she

beheld.



There, on what she had supposed was a storage place for straps,

gags, belts and other bondage bondage and punishment gear were

some of the wildest things she had ever beheld in her life. Whips

of all shapes and lengths and sizes.....single stranded and multiple;

Gags and hoods of every imaginable shape and form; Leather and

rubber body suits; Funny looking round rings with legs rising out

of the rings to an apex perhaps six to eight inches above them and a

thread steel shaft sticking back down through the apex toward the

center of the ring with a handle on the shaft above the apex and a

ring welded to the shaft below the apex, but above the ring's center.



She turned her head from side to side taking in the black vinyl

covered wall's contents carefully. There were paddles.....many of

them; some small, some large and some studded with wicked looking

steel studs. There were rods and canes....many of them. And

buckled straps buy the scores...NO HUNDREDS!



And.......THERE WERE dildoS.....ARTIFICIAL MALE COCKS....SOME SO

HUGE SHE HAD TO LOOK TWICE AND FOCUS CAREFULLY TO BE SURE SHE WAS

SEEING WHAT SHE WAS SEEING.



SOME OF THEM LOOKED TO BE THREE OR FOUR INCHES IN DIAMETER AND A FOOT AND 

A HALF OR TWO FOOT LONG!..........AND SOME OF THEM HAD THREAD STEEL SHAFTS 

STICKING OUT WHERE THEY NORMALLY WOULD BE ATTACHED TO THE MALE BODY!!! 

MANY OF THEM HAD MEAN LOOKING KNOBS ALONG THEIR FLESH TONED LENGTHS!



And over in one corner of the wall were a whole series of nipple clamps, breast bands and lead or steel weights hanging ominously

from their hooks. She'd seen these things in catalogs and laughed 

about it....THEN! Now she stared at them in almost disbelief and a 

huge shudder rippled through her body. 



Looking down at the floor in front of the wall she saw tripod

devices galore with cranks on them to raise and lower their

shafts rising up through their centers to a top or receiving head

that was always pierced with a threaded hole to receive a

threaded shaft. Her head turned toward the huge male cocks and

then back toward the tripods, back and forth several times, and

as she put the two devices together in her mind she began to buck

and twist in her bonds inside the mounting ring and scream into

her rubber ball gag and receiving steel ring with utter terror as

she pictured the huge rubber cocks being mounted on the tripods

and screwed up into her cunt and her ass......deep into them

until they had disappeared inside her, spreading her and ripping

into her as they sunk deeper and deeper and deeper into her most

private parts to invade her expanded inards.



"HI, BITCH!!! "HOW DO YOU LIKE MY "SEX TOYS",............SLAVE?"



Hilda had strolled into view off on her right and then around in

front of her, staring up into her face and smirking. She wore a

leather.....NO!......IT WAS RUBBER!............GLEEMING, SLICK LATEX!.. 

......body suit that covered her from head to toe, except that

it had no crotch and it had holes through which her breasts projected

obscenely. Her face was made up in such a way that she looked

like a witch........NO, LIKE A FEMALE VERSION OF SATAN HIMSELF!



                     End of Part I - Chapter 3

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