A Primitive Hope Written by Mejau
The following story tells the tale of a true life transformation. The Saga is one of self discovery, and of sexual and physical growth in a shocking, yet erotic world of bodybuilding. I welcome your comments and opinions as long as they are supportive and positive. Mejau71@yahoo.com
Chapter I: A Lifeless Identity...
It was a terrible divorce that left me ruined, and bankrupt. At 32 years of age, I was, for the first time in my life, out to fend for myself in this cruel, empty world. My ex-husband and I were married at an early age after High School when love and romance seemed to be the only two things regarding my adolescent intellect. It seemed like the right thing to do; having someone care for you day in and day out. Yet with maturity and wisdom now in my reasoning, that old-fashioned notion was nothing more than a silly girl's dream.
I never considered myself attractive, or desirable to anyone's discerning eye. I felt wanted at the onset of my doomed marriage when sex was all that we could experience. Yet after time, that in itself seemed monotonous after a while. The typical act of intercourse was becoming an agreeable task to say the least. What was left of any desire or lust simply got washed away in the sands of time. I felt cheated in several ways considering how deeply emotional I was. As a young woman, my dreams consisted of sweeping passion and desire being the only constant in my life... a lifelong impulse to reveal genuine love in every manner possible.
After our separation, I was forced to relocate to a one bedroom apartment outside the city. The divorce decree left me little to live on, and before long, I was calling my trustworthy Mother for help. It broke my heart me to ask her for money, yet her tender sympathy for my recent break-up inspired her to support me until I could get back on my feet. Luckily, I had no children or large amounts of debt to contend with. I suppose in that respect, I was indeed fortunate. She truly made every effort to ensure my survival; stopping by occasionally to make me dinner, clean my place up, and take care of her only child. She knew all too well the heartbreaking pains of a divorce. Dad left her when I was five years old, and since then, it was just her and I. We had a deeply trusting relationship, and now that her child was licking the wounds of divorce, she faithfully made sure that I was okay. She spent vast amounts of money to properly guarantee that I was okay. One day, I came home to find that she had spent over $2000 on a new computer for me. Several CD's of resume programs and job related software kits were suggestively placed all around the new system, so I promptly made sure they would be put to good use.
Three months after my divorce was final, things were still looking quite grim for me. Still unemployed, my days were consisting of watching television, and eating a lot of garbage that added at least 20 pounds to my already healthy frame. I just didn't care anymore. Soon I began drinking and smoking (what used to be just for kicks in school), and the days eventually began to haze together in a misty state of existence. None of my resumes seemed to attract any employers, so that fact only fueled my barren state of mind even more. Even looking into the mirror depressed me to no end. My once curvy figure was now weighed down with a portly stomach and cottage cheese hips. Remembering back to the days of cheer leading and college life, it saddened me to know that my 38-24-36 busty frame was now expanding day by day. My long blonde hair that seemed to glisten in the light now bore a dull, brownish hue that I was sickened to even glance at. My ex used to love my voluptuous body, or so he said. And I kept that figure as best as I could until he left me... now it was worthless. No more the seductive body of eroticism and fondness. I felt terrible.
Was this the prelude to my demise? Was this to be the result of merely wanting to be with the one you thought you loved? What ever happened to 'until death do us part?'
Spring was upon me, and my days typically started around 3 or 4pm as I crawled out of bed. Stumbling to my coffee maker, I could feel the warmth of the outside sun casting a warm glow upon me. The temporary hint of promise quickly vanished as I lazily shuffled back into the den, and sat down at my disheveled desk to figure out how much I needed to ask from Mother for another month. Staring at the heap of bills in front of me, I realized that I needed a calculator to add up the amounts, and since there was no pocket sized calculator handy, I switched on my new computer. I had at best maybe turned on this system once of twice in the past two months, and I felt terrible that Mother had spent so much on this since I never put it to use. Quickly locating the calculator, I called up the screen to use it. As it was coming up, I noticed an icon on my desktop that featured free internet service. Never really interested in the internet, the thought for some reason appealed to me on this day. Perhaps I could find an old friend from school? Or maybe find a job? Two clicks later, I was signed on, and plunged into a completely new world of digital initiation.
Needless to say, it was a most welcome breath of fresh air. I was familiar with the usage and language of computers from my previous job, yet I soon realized that I had a lot to learn. I quickly sat up, intrigued by all that was possible out there. Soon, I was calling up web sites that held my interests. So many ideas started filling my mind... I quickly found a local gym as I remembered how I used to love working out. Then I discovered a woman's' divorce recovery group that met every week. Wow, I was taken aback by all these new and exciting things. For the first time in almost a year, I felt alive again... Hopeful. Encouraged. It was just what I needed.
Not long after, I decided to re-visit my High School class' web site. Curious about how some of my old friends were doing, I was delighted to see a section containing all the e-mail addresses of my fellow classmates. It felt refreshing for some reason... like I had to re-visit my roots in order to rebuild my existence. Soon, I was sending dozens of messages to several of my old friends telling them of my life, and asking how they were. I felt a bit sad considering that my ex-husband basically drove most of my friends away after we married. He was always insanely jealous for some reason, even of my closest girlfriends. It was a closely guarded secret that I never expressed during our marriage as to how sad I was losing touch with all of my cherished schoolmates.
A few days later, the replies were beginning to flood back in. Amazingly enough, I found myself waking up with gusto; something that I was wasn't in the habit of before. Everyone was delighted to have heard from me, and wanted to know more about my life and how I was doing. I glowed in the wonderful, friendly expressions that came from over twelve of my dearest girlfriends. Soon, all of us were exchanging phone numbers and spending hours upon hours of re-establishing our camaraderie. It was just what I needed to crawl back out of this Hell I was bound in.
On the following Saturday, I woke up to see a reply to my initial message sent out over a week before from Cindi, my most beloved friend since 6th grade. I had come to the conclusion that she never received my first message, and just considered it a dead end. Yet there it was, an immense, exhilarated message that burst at the seams in joy that her old friend Kristen had written to her. She had included her phone number along with it, and since our friendship deserved more than a e-mailed reply, I quickly called her to say Hi. It was incredible to hear her voice again! That sassy, yet confident voice that I always loved to hear was now speaking with me, and I couldn't have been happier. We must have talked for at least two hours that day before she said she had to go. Another time was arranged when we could talk again, which was later that night. I spent the rest of the evening replying to my e-mails when her call came back around 8pm. Just as she always was, she brought many smiles and laughs to my battered soul. We tackled every topic there was considering we had close to fourteen years to catch up on. I told her of my recent divorce, and how I was trying to cope with it. She spoke of her exciting life out west in Nevada; how she found herself out there and was truly happy. Later, I asked her point blank...
"How did you do it, Cyn? I mean, what makes you so happy.?" I innocently asked.
"You wouldn't understand it, Kristy." She replied. "It's not what a lot of people really think could be rewarding."
Acknowledging her meaning, I simply went on to another topic. Yet somehow I knew in her voice there was something far more involved. In school, whenever Cindi was deeply passionate about something, she always got this serious tone in her voice. Just like when we ran together at the Cross Country finals at the State competition; she made up her mind to do the best she could, and win that trophy. Needless to say, she did. And now I heard those same inflections in her voice... that determined, assured tone of conclusiveness and vigor. She never ceased to amaze me in that respect.
In the days that followed, Cindi and I spent nearly every night on the phone. More of the heartbreaking details about the divorce came out as did my depressed state of mind. It felt wonderful to confide in her after all these years, and our foundation of trust was firmly re-established once more. She listened to my cries hour after hour, offering her support and kind hearted tenderness to her wounded friend.
"I wish I was there to give you a great big hug, sweetie." She said in her comforting voice.
"I know." I replied, taking comfort in the silence. "You were always my best friend."
I heard her pacifying moan in speechless agreement.
"Do you remember that time at State semifinals?" she then asked.
Baffled by her question, I replied; "No sweetie, I don't."
I felt terrible not knowing what she meant. All I could remember was our cross country team at some cold, remote place in southern Illinois during our senior year.
"Oh come on, Kristy..." she answered in that self-confident voice.
"What? I really don't know! I'm sorry sweetie!" I said.
A brief moment of awkward silence followed... Soon, my mind really started going back in the cobwebs of time. I gasped as the exact memory soon came to the forefront of my thoughts...
"Oooh, that." I said in a lower tone. "Yea, I uhmm... I almost forgot." I said, somewhat nervous. I knew exactly what she was talking about.
"That was the most beautiful moment of my entire life." Cindi said in that low voice.
She fondly recalled that night after we won our tournament, back at our hotel. Since childhood, Cindi had always been the assertive type in everything she did. When she set her goals on something, she did everything in her power to reach that objective, and she did on that momentous night when she and I shared a very special kiss together. Both of us had just showered, and were getting ready for bed since we had to be up at 5am the next morning. Looking back, I never really considered her as anything else besides a friend. We had our intimate moments where we would change clothes together, or sit up all night talking about guys or some other silly topic that teenagers share. But this was something different. The way in which she approached me... her meticulous movements that seemed to top off the perfect day of victory and success. We were both very happy considering we spent the entire year preparing for that tournament. I seemed to remember it as a comforting expression of unconditional love and tranquillity; a bond that only two of the closest friends could ever share.
I never considered myself a homosexual woman, or whatever people call in these days. I know deep down I have always admired women in a sacred way, yet never fully giving myself to such thoughts of any gestures of these enigmatic feelings. Yet with Cindi, I felt as alive as one could that night when we slept together completely unclothed, and in one anothers agreeable arms. We didn't have sex or make love, yet that one kiss seemed to seal our eternal friendship. And now I couldn't explain why I had forgotten that, or why I never carried that moment with me during all of these painful years. Apparently she had, and never once overlooked it.
The conversation made a welcome, more meaningful turn. Both of us sighed in gracious serenity as images and feelings re-surfaced to the present. I didn't feel uneasy or nervous for some reason. It felt good to hear her soothing words.
"You were my first love, Kris." She warmly cooed. "I know I should have told you that long ago, but it's true. You were the one."
I couldn't reply. How could I have? What does one say to someone who reveals a lifelong pledge of such deep measure? I felt so stupid... so inarticulate in my reply.
"Oh Cyn." I uttered in a loving tone. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"
I could hear the growing sadness in her words. Our conversation now was one of thoughtful consequence. I could tell she was gently crying, although she was trying her best to hide it. She was never good at trying to keep anything from me... she should have known better.
"I just... I just thought you were so in love with Gary." She stuttered between tears. "You know, being that way was always something weird or crazy."
She had a point. Girls at our school who were gay were always shunned, or forced to live with their natural ambitions in agonizing silence. I had a few times wondered if Cindi was this way, but being so wrapped up in the day to day events of a teenager superseded those significant matters of the heart. I felt so bad for my dear friend... How did I ever not see this? Why didn't I look for this, or better yet; why didn't I follow up that night with another time where we both could express ourselves?
I had to quit beating myself up. That was in the past, and there was nothing I could do about it. I had to deal with here and now, and my heart broken friend who still suffered from her unrequited love. I turned the conversation to a more hopeful one, which surprised even me. Here I was speaking of hope and the future; words that never once came from my mouth in the months proceeding today. We ended our talk that evening with words of affection and promise; words that seemed to clearly spell a certain fate. That night I fell to sleep with Cindi in my thoughts... wondering what she may look like now. Curious if she still had that muscular, lean body she had in school. Images of her ceased all hopes of a quick slumber as I did something I hadn't done in years. I masturbated... and for the first time in my entire life, I felt wave upon wave of splintering orgasms with a woman involved.
Little did I know that I too was admitting a hidden truth all along. A shrouded reality that called to my soul... a genuine need for something that no man could ever aspire to satisfy. An obligation that only a woman could ever fulfill. My life would never be the same again, or so I thought.
Chapter II... Re-birth
A knock came at my door the next day. I was already up, and answered it to see an overnight package lying at my doorstep. Like a little girl on Christmas morning, I hurriedly opened it to find fourteen red roses inside... and a single yellow one. It couldn't have arrived at a better time. Inside, the card read:
"For My Dearest Kristen. Fate has brought our paths together once more. Please know that my most sincerest hopes are that they will never go astray again. The red ones represent my love for you all the years without you, and the yellow one is for our eternal friendship. I love you... XOXOXO Cindi."
The words melted me right there. Tears abruptly fell from my eyes as I held the card close to my heart. This was simply too good to be true. It was all I could do from breaking down and weeping in abounding joy. My dearest friend Cindi was back in my life; back where it should have always been. Now was the moment of truth... I had to act on this loving deed of devotion. Quickly setting her roses in my vase, I called Mother to ask her to help me get out to Nevada. Just as Cindi surprised me with these roses, I was going to give her even more of a surprise with me showing up at her doorstep. It seemed silly to do, flying all the way out there, but I had to. It mattered to me. Being realistic, or doubting something like this would simply lead to an empty life... love was worth taking a risk. Cindi was worth it.
Mother was happy to hear that Cindi and I got back in touch with one another. She happily agreed to pay for my flight out there, promising me to send Cindi her warm greetings. It was so rushed, but Mother dropped me off at O'Hare later that evening to catch the Las Vegas flight that arrived at midnight. I arranged for a room at the Belagio Casino, thinking I would need some time to get ready to see Cindi. I needed to buy some more attractive outfits, something that she would love to see me in when we would at long last be together. Plus I knew she had her job she told me about at a local gym in nearby Henderson, so I thought that preparation would be in order.
The next morning, I awoke early to do some shopping. Cindi had said she usually works until 5pm, so I spent the morning and afternoon looking for the perfect outfit. I wasn't sure how she would take to my appearance, considering I was very much out of shape. I told her that I probably wasn't anything she would find attractive, yet her response was accepting and inviting. I felt so wonderful as I arranged for a courier to send her an exquisite arrangement of flowers at the gym. I enclosed a note with my room number at the hotel, and arrived back to prepare for her (hopeful) arrival.
5pm soon came and passed, as did 6, 7, and 8... I was beginning to wonder if she had even received the flowers. I felt a bit disheartened knowing that all of my efforts could have been in vain, yet realized that this was an entirely spontaneous trip. One that might probably interfere with her day to day life. Dressed in a form fitting black suit, I again visited the bathroom to check my appearance once more. I felt so alive... so good again. My hair was fixed up, spread out across my shoulders. I put on my best jewelry for the occasion as well... Even though I was meeting another woman, I still loved dressing up and looking good for someone. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt that I wasn't so bad of a catch. Yes, I had a lot of 'junk in the trunk' as they say, but nothing that a little exercise and dieting wouldn't take care of. Perhaps Cindi would help me take care of that... I hoped she would.
Three strong knocks on the door jolted me. Gasping, I knew it was her, but was unsure since it was such a forceful knocking. Going to the door after primping myself one last time, I flung open the door to see something of a shock. There, standing in an exquisite ankle length cocktail dress was a bulging, mammoth woman. Her head was completely shaved with not a trace of hair to be seen... no eyebrows at all, and thick, tremendous muscles all over her stunning frame. It was like something out of a freak show, or some other odd exhibition. For a brief second, I thought she was a wrestler since my ex always watched those silly wrestling shows on TV.
"Cindi?" I nervously asked.
"No, I'm Fiona." The stranger replied in a low, masculine voice.
I took a quick glance at her shapely cleavage to assure myself she was indeed a woman. I was startled to say the least. Partially because of her girth and Herculean frame, and also because I had no idea who she was. Yet she was remarkably beautiful in her own way. A deep mahogany tan covered her glossy skin... elegant jewelry adorned her ears, neckline, and wrists as she obviously loved being pretty as well.
"Miss Wilson has asked for you to come with me." Said Fiona.
"You know Cindi?" I asked in dire hope. "Where is she?" I replied, knowing full well I wasn't about to go off with some behemoth stranger.
Fiona reached between her ample cleavage, bringing out a small note that she handed to me. Taking it, I opened it up to see a very familiar style of handwriting. It was Cindi's.
"My Dearest Kristen. Please trust Fiona. She will take you to me. This will all make sense soon, my love. Trust it... Love, Cindi." Read the small note.
Looking up, my eyes filled themselves with the astonishing image of this incredible woman. Her arms were so colossal that they bowed, hanging from her side. Breasts that were so inviting and full, bursting over the top of her ivory tinged dress. Small slivers of her spaghetti straps seemed to scantily grasp the dress that outlined her brawny frame. I was either going to be appalled by this creature, or thoughtfully aroused by what she could perhaps do to me.
"Okay." I uttered under my breath.
A warm smile came across her rigid face. I found myself profoundly intoxicated by her look and stature.
"Miss Wilson deeply cares for you, Miss Sanders." Said Fiona. "You have nothing to fear with me. I hope you realize that."
I tipped my head to the side, casting her a telling smile. My flirtatious side was obviously surfacing, which I hoped she could pick up on. My smile was met with a vivid look of acceptance and willingness. If there was any moment in my life where I wanted nothing more than raw untamed sex, now was that time. I had never imagined myself making love to such a woman until now. And it took my breath away.
Fiona informed me that my room was no longer needed, and promptly offered to take my bags. Watching her move inside, my gaze was rooted to her invigorating appearance. When I suggested to help, she politely refused as she easily lifted my two suitcases. I knew they were heavy since I had to have the Bellhop help me with them up to the room, but the way Fiona carried them was simply refreshing to watch. Her skillful stride was graceful, yet determined as we left the room, and made our way down the hallway. Once downstairs at the main lobby, Fiona motioned for me to join her at the front desk, where she promptly paid for my room with cash, requesting that the clerk reimburse my credit card in full. I interrupted in haste...
"You're not here to spend money. You're here to grow." She whispered as she raised her left hand, cupping my jaw with a gentle fingertip.
Her mere touch dissolved my essence in front of the entire Hotel staff... I know Fiona must have heard me sigh because she hinted yet another wooing grin... I was simply taken by this unusual, yet exceedingly radiant woman whose only goal (it seemed) was to care for me in every manner known. Her bald head... those ripe muscles... her broad and mighty chest.
Outside, Fiona had a limousine waiting for our arrival. The driver quickly took my bags from Fiona as she opened the door for me. Wow... I hadn't felt this pampered in years. This was going to be very nice. As I moved to get in, I could notice all the people around us look at Fiona, and her incredible frame. What an erotic pairing we both would make... strong powerful flesh against soft, motherly skin... Oh my...
Fiona sat across from me on the way out of the casino. She simply ordered the driver "home" as we left, driving under the dazzling lights of Las Vegas. Fiona poured me a towering glass of champagne, handing it to me with the finesse of a true lady. Accepting her drink with a coy smile, she leaned back in her seat to look at me fully.
"Miss Wilson says that you and she used to work out together." Fiona said as she poured herself a drink too.
"Yes." I said, sipping the rich champagne. "We loved it."
With a warm smile, Fiona spoke in a whisper; "So do I."
With another sip, I crossed my legs as I got comfortable. I wanted to know more about this woman... this divine figure of grace and power.
"I can tell." I replied in burgeoning fondness. "You're... so... so beautiful."
"Thank you, Miss Sanders." She replied, taking a lengthy sip from her glass.
"Oh, please call me Kristen." I said, still throwing her as many signals as I could.
God, I wanted this woman. I wanted her to ravage me with those ferocious arms. If this was to be our mating charade, I was all for it. But what on Earth was Cindi thinking by sending this sumptuous savage to my door? Was Fiona her lover? Her bodyguard? I just had to know, yet didn't want to ruin this rare opportunity to bed this divine female. For being heterosexual all of my life, I felt as if I was falling right into the lifestyle of a true lesbian... a voracious woman in need of a touch from a similar individual.
Our journey soon had us out beyond the city, and into the darkness of the surrounding desert. I had already drank three glasses of Fiona's extravagant champagne, and was asking for another. I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings since the obscurity didn't reveal much of anything around me. All I could do was gawk at Fiona's smooth bare legs in front of me... those agile muscles begging for a suitable caress, or possibly a long glaze from my moistened tongue. And as she poured the intoxicating liquor into my glass, our eyes froze together in a serious gaze. I knew at that exact moment that my trip was fully justified in every notion. Her smooth, bald head gleamed in the faint light of the limousine's interior... my instincts yearning to cradle that sleek orb between my plentiful breasts. To feel those strong inviting arms surround my frame... It was all I could take. I lunged for her lips with my own... colliding against hers in breathless desire. I shuddered in fantastic rhapsody knowing I was kissing this irresistible woman. Yet for all of her training and obvious weight lifting, Fiona's lips held the most tactile sensuality. The delicate texture softening as our saliva coupled together in boiling charm. And her balmy fragrance permeating my nostrils... It was beyond anything that I had expected. My hands reached behind her, grasping that smooth skull I found so attractive... feeling it's sleek texture beneath my sweaty palms as our tongues merged in complete unity and eagerness. Her manly sigh only fueled my efforts as our arms cloaked each other in undisciplined fervor... My lips broke their hold, gulping down my anxiety as her fearless limbs swaddled the small of my back. I buckled, she tightened...
I didn't know it, but we had arrived at her home just as soon as the kiss started. Fiona unwillingly concluded the kiss as I tried to continue it. Shaking her head no, she lovingly grasped her hand in mine as she opened the limousine door. I understood that we had to come back down to Earth so we could unload, and go inside. And as I stood out, I saw that we were already inside a spacious garage. An entire fleet of rare and antique cars were all perfectly aligned, brilliant in their cleanliness. The driver rushed around to get my baggage as Fiona clutched my hand in hers. Not a word was spoken as we made our way to a nearby elevator... this was very odd indeed. My mind naturally questioned where we were at, yet the words Cindi wrote to me soothed any fears. 'Trust it.' So I did.
The elevator lowered us down for what seemed an eternity. Looking at the control panel, I was amazed to see over two dozen levels within this complex. If this was some sort of a seduction, then I was certainly not going to voice any concerns whatsoever. Yet I felt safe standing beside Fiona's protective posture. It just felt right to trust her. The doors hissed open as Fiona led me to a nearby bedroom, which was vast and quite impressive. The only sound that could be heard was a low humm, obviously some type of air or power unit. But inside the room, there were dozens of candles that illuminated it's cozy atmosphere. The walls were decorated in some type of ancient asian motif which I had never seen before. Setting my bags beside the huge bed, Fiona turned to face me at long last.
"I hope you find this to your liking, Ma'am." She quietly voiced.
"It's very nice. Thank you." I replied, unsure if she was going to join me.
Closing the distance between us, Fiona lifted her arms to caress my flushed face.
"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be back down later." She whispered as a kiss drifted between our deprived lips.
I knew she didn't want to leave, but sensed that she was following some other agenda that was not of her devise. Leaning in to embrace her, she reluctantly stepped away, and walked out my bedroom door. Gazing at her defined hips as she sauntered out, my heart swam in the soothing waters of luxurious exultation. God I hoped she would come back, and soon...
Unpacking my belongings, I started to become familiar with my new surroundings. With no television or phone, I began to wonder about. In an adjacent room, I found the washroom to be a spacious chamber that smelled of lovely native scents. It exuded a woodland aroma with fresh exotic flowers placed all around. The bathtub was utterly huge. It must have been the size of a small backyard pool. The pool let off a slow steam from it's surface with a bright shimmering light cast from it's depths.
"This is a nice switch." I thought to myself as I remembered my modest, cramped apartment back in Chicago.
I knelt beside the inviting waters of the bath, putting my hand in to see if it was warm enough for a bath. Indeed it was, and I was quickly back in my room to shed my clothes. It felt wonderful to be fully nude in this exotic setting. It was almost like a jungle inside the washroom... Extensive foliage that covered the walls from side to side, numerous torches that were anchored to the walls to give off enough light to see. I felt like so out of place being here, yet there was something so pleasant about this. I relaxed all of my misgivings, and slowly stepped into the warm pool. A long sigh followed as I eased below the surface. Oh, this was by far much more luxurious than any hotel room. Stretching my arms out, I sank into the pool until I was fully submerged. My long mane of styled hair lost it's form as I swam through the lagoon. Rising up for air, I bellowed out my complete euphoria as my entire frame relished the infinite sensations my body was feeling. I felt alive again... pure... whole.
"I see you found your bath." Said a familiar voice from afar.
Looking over my drenched shoulder, my eyes noticed Fiona standing there at the edge of the lagoon, now dressed in a sleek robe that hung from her powerful frame. The thin fabric held a deep blue, polished texture, accenting every bulging muscle she possessed. Her arms reached up to slide off the elegant kimono. Crippled in awe, I watched as this woman's fully nude body was tediously unveiled. Gliding beyond those annular shoulders, down further along the fertile knolls of her bosom, along that ripped abdomen I so wanted to feel against my own... The fabric fell to her ankles as she stepped into the water. I couldn't move. I stood still as I watched this mammoth creature ease into the lagoon with me. I felt as if I were a meek animal in the wild... a creature just like her, plucked from it's habitat to mate with her in the most ferine manner known. Her arms extended outward, allowing the surface of the waters to graze her palms... Her primitive appearance enthralled me so... no eye brows, no hair at all on that unimaginable frame. Nothing but skin... soft, yet commanding flesh that was coming closer and closer. Her gaze was latched to mine as the sounds of rippling water was the only timbre that could be noticed. I turned to meet her as our bodies came within inches of one another. Her gaze held a measureless intensity to it... a simple, yet rigorous expression of need. My eyes fell to her breasts, and to her robust forelimbs. My hands extended out to place themselves upon her wrists, fluttering higher along their athletic form... I had to feel those muscles for myself... to appreciate this majestic woman whom held my every breath. I couldn't believe how fabulous those muscles felt beneath my fingertips. Her eyes fell shut as my scrutiny proceeded ever so slowly. Her languid breath fell warmed my forehead as my hands reached the colossal boulders atop her arms. There wasn't an ounce of soft flesh anywhere on her body, except for those lips that I so longed to suckle from. My arms lifted higher so my hands could roam down her rigid back... our foreheads pressed together as I inadvertently committed her physique to memory. My touch soon caressed the thickness of her backside, clutching each stiff globe of her rugged ass. She soon surrendered to the painstaking exploration I found myself basking in by taking my womanly frame in her own mighty grip. Her fingers crept along my wide hips, only to clasp them as she spryly brought me into her embrace. I let out a bellowing gasp as I felt her breasts press against my own... Thrusting my neck back, she sank her teeth into my bare neck.
"Oh my God!" I shouted as her tongue thrashed violently against my skin.
A series of low moans came from her lungs as her arms easily wrapped around my waist, hoisting me from the water. Her bald head buried itself between my dripping breasts... mouth agape as she inhaled as much breast flesh as possible into her famished mouth. I lovingly cradled her smooth head as I felt her entire frame press against me. My mind was inundated with boundless thoughts and images of our sumptuous union. How I would love to be an observer right now... to witness the erotic contrast of our bodies... a mighty beast matched against a buxom woman.
Fiona carried me to the steps of the lagoon as she lifted me from the water. Both arms carried me as a man would his woman on their wedding night... One arm tucked beneath my thighs, while the other held my back... Yet this wasn't anything close to that uninspiring notion. We were both solely focused on one thing... My hands relaxed behind her bulky neck as my drenched mane of hair spread out along her rugged, glimmering chest. I could hear the downpour of the water falling from our bodies as Fiona effortlessly sustained my body, carrying me into my bedroom. I lifted my head to gaze into those turquoise eyes... completely vanquished in this sapphic seduction. She took notice of my stare as a loving smile ensued. I was twisted downward onto the bed as her mouth met mine in a sizzling kiss... Now on my back, Fiona came to rest atop me as her massive arms supported her weight... Our lips were anchored together as her tongue zestfully filled my mouth. The mere power this woman had over me left me helpless in her wake. Still soaked from our bath, I clutched her cumbersome shoulders as our kiss became one of the deepest, soulful kisses I have ever confronted. There was simply no turning back now. Fiona could do whatever she wanted with me, and I was going to be her willing harlot.
The hunger between us was unquenchable. No words were uttered in the hours that followed... Fiona and I united together in the most impeccable way two women could. Every action she bestowed upon my ravaged body convinced me beyond any doubt that I was forever a lesbian... a woman whose destiny had been fulfilled... completed. No other man could ever hope to bring me the joy and rapture that Fiona blessed me with that night. Yet every deed she awarded me with caused me to match her intensity twice fold. For for the first time in my life, I finally tasted the essence of another woman... to see this tremendous body of muscle yield to my loving tongue made me delirious with fervor. Tasting the moist folds of her essence, only to find her clitoris crystallized my irrefutable fate... Even though this was my first real encounter with a woman, I knew just as she did what to do and where to touch. It's a language that only two women truly understand. A secret doctrine that once discovered, leads to eternal brilliance. I watched as her body teetered on the breathless cusp of orgasm... her savage behavior inspiring my tongue to suckle more. Muscular thighs pressed against my face, hands entwined together as she rocked back and forth between delirium and orgasm. The loud, raspy resonance of her bold gasps... thin layers of perspiration now made her body shine in felicity. She looked as if she were some Greek Goddess perched upon her altar of authority-- completely helpless to the dedicated tenderness of another female. It was then my inner most compulsions surfaced, and she was about to partake in this forbidden feast.
Clutching those strapping legs, I motioned her over on her stomach. Still winded, she grasped the satin sheets in her mighty grip as my hands roamed across the sculpted globes of her ass. Rigid with muscle, yet still preserving their spherical form, my palms kneaded her flesh with the finesse it so rightfully deserved. I once saw this taboo deed in a porn long ago, and had since grown tobe astonished by it's sensual significance. Looking down at each moist globe, my mouth fell upon her right cheek. Opening my mouth as wide as it could go, I splayed my tongue flat upon the flesh... hungrily lapping every inch of that ass. She could hear my frantic groans of necessity as I traced the sturdy tiers of her muscles with my flat tongue... My saliva dribbled out, lathering the ass flesh like a gaunt savage with it's first real feast. My fingernails dug into the skin, raking across her rounded contours ever so wickedly. My hot breath cascaded upon the quivering skin as Fiona violently thrust her fist into the bed. Looking up between her elevated cheeks, I saw her head swaying in the bliss of my anal assault. With my left hand, I reached up to her back and dug my long fingernails into the bronzed flesh, as if they were claws. Descending to her ass, scraping the skin as my mouth sank deep between the delicious cleavage of her ass. My lustful moans now were muffled between her cheeks as my tongue deluged the entire length of her crevice. I could tell that no tongue had ever given her this wondrous sensation... the look on her face said it all as she turned around to look at my face completely drowned in ass flesh. Our eyes shared a telling gaze of affirmation as my tongue circled her fragile orifice... Her mouth made an O shape as did my lips, now fully sealed to her asshole... My hands calmly rested upon both cheeks as I glazed her opening with my soggy saliva... marinating it for the forthcoming puncturing of her ass. Her entire back tightened as my tongue begged for her acceptance. Short winded, Fiona eased her hesitation and felt the spicy warmth of my tongue gain it's entry... Drawing in a long wailing breath, Fiona collapsed as her head fell to the pillow as her tart warmth enveloped my tongue. If Cindi could only see me now... If my Mother only knew what I was doing at this moment...
All of the training and bodybuilding Fiona put herself through still couldn't tone up the muscles of her bowels, which was now being delicately swabbed by my frantic tongue. I was lost in the moment... focused on nothing but her, and my immersed tongue. She was so warm inside... so tantalizing. I couldn't believe that my tongue was lodged deep inside a woman's ass... and I was loving every fleeting second of it. My fingers stretched her cheeks apart for a vulgar thrust... I felt her sphincter grip my tongue, yet that didn't hinder my quest for this ultimate haven of nourishment and wonder.
Fiona cried out, I stabbed her again... she bucked, I clutched... we were learning our skills together as one. I wanted so much more of this... to be consumed by her whole... I would have put my entire body inside her ass if I could have, that's how deep our affinity was swelling. I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life making love to this creature of muscle and flesh...
My heart levitated in this gratifying new experience. Never before had I imagined such wanton conduct, let alone act on them. I was becomming an entire new being... one that held the most precious of all libidinous traits of a open minded woman. Fiona was to be my first, and certainly not the last woman I was to bed from this point on. This initial experience unlocked the door to a much sweeping state of existence. One that would forever determine the course of the rest of my life.
Fiona and I spent the night together with my healthy frame lost in her arms, tucked amidst the brawn of her graceful embrace. I couldn't sleep much due to the life changing events... at times throughout the night, I awoke to see Fiona's restful slumber... assuring myself this was not just a dream. I studied her entire body this time... still fascinated by the lack of hair on her body. How could anyone live like this? Was this a decision she made for herself, or was it forced upon her at some point in time? I was so curious about what made her who she was. I found myself deeply aroused by her this untamed, yet beautiful look...
My fingertips trailed among the lines where her eyebrows once were. Nothing more than polished flesh now. I wondered if I could ever bring myself to do such a thing... not just shed all of my hair, but to allow my body to become a bastion of strength and awe. She must have worked out everyday to be in such great shape. Although her manlike voice certainly wasn't the result of this... she must have been on some type of medication to be this way. I've read stories about how bodybuilding can affect one's bone structure and cardiovascular system... this was simply amazing. I found myself desperately curious about this; wanting to sample the life of a mighty woman of graceful power. Images began to swirl in my mind of my lengthy tresses being shed. Sharp razors heinously stripping away my eyebrows... losing all of the reminders of a previous life that held so much pain and heartache. My mind drifted off to my slumber with such arousing ideas... And it would be the last evening I would spend as Kristen; at least the Kristen everyone knew back home.
Chapter III: A New Beginning...
I'm not quite sure how it all came to happen, but the next thing I remember was waking up inside a vast, dimly lit repository. Groggy from sleep, I attempted to lift my head; only to find my neck bound against a table. Baffled, I tried to shift about, discovering that my entire body was securely chained to a vertical platform. A blinding frosty light cast down upon me from the ceiling as I struggled to break free. Still a bit shaky, I then beheld a crude metal apparatus secured to my face. Two lengthy steel rods held my mouth agape with a cold, bland ball of steel stuffed inside. I could do little else but moan in distress... What the Hell had happened? The last thing I remembered was spending a wonderful evening making love to a muscular hulk-- now this? How could she have allowed this to happen?
At least with my peripheral vision, I could make out that several IV's draped from my arms. Three different drip bags hung from metal stands, feeding me God knows what into my body. I moaned in horror, trying to cry out from the realization that I was possibly being drugged. Now those thoughts of sapphic pleasure abandoned my mind as I wanted nothing more than to leave this dreaded place of bondage and captivity. It was dreadfully frigid in this empty underground room. Being completely nude, goose bumps sprinkled over my body as I began to shiver in fright. It was then I heard a colossal metal door creak open; frightfully echoing throughout the barren room. I could make out that two people were coming in by their footsteps. My platform was twisted about by some mechanical device below as I make out who my captors were. To my surprise, my eyes at long last saw Cindi... and not the young pretty girl I once knew either. There she stood, utterly bald just like Fiona was... dressed in savage shreds of fabric that carelessly clung to her robust frame. It looked as if someone had crudely wrapped the fabric around her in two sections that hardly covered her chest and groin. Her frame resembled Fiona's, yet her girth and size was much larger and more defined. Throbbing blood vessels embellished her granite like muscles. Deep, rigid valleys of muscle adorned her calves, her thighs... Her buxom chest she once had now been forfeited in favor of raging muscle. It was short of absolutely sick how ripped my beloved and gentle friend had now become. I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing. With Fiona, I didn't think that any woman could be much larger than her... and yet, here my friend stood, now bursting in sheer power.
The woman that accompanied Cindi was somewhat older than us. She looked radiant in her age, which I guessed to be around her early to mid fifties. Unlike Fiona or Cindi, this woman sported a short, burred flattop that apparently had been bleached blonde. She too held a deep dark tan that accentuated her barely noticeable wrinkles. She wore a sharp white suit that buttoned down her healthy chest. I could tell she too was some type ofbodybuilder, yet her size held nothing of the girth that Cindi possessed. Elegant diamond jewelry graced her hands and neckline, featuring a gorgeous sapphire diamond which hung amid her deep, tempting cleavage. She carried a folder in her left hand, keeping her other free.
"Is this her?" asked the older woman.
Cindi nodded yes, evidently submissive to the peculiarly alluring older woman.
I could tell she was more than likely the one in charge of this entire compound, or whatever this Hellhole was called. The Matriarch stepped forward, closely inspecting my body. Opening the file, she took out a pen and began writing in it.
"You said divorced, right?" she barked at Cindi.
Cindi nodded yes.
"She left him, or he left her?" she replied.
"He abandoned her, Madam." replied Cindi in a hushed tone.
The leader nodded to herself, jotting down notes in the file, which obviously belonged to me. Stepping around my platform, the Matriarch continued her examination. Squeezing the pudge on my stomach, she wrote again.
"Get her out on the rocks." commanded the woman to Cindi.
I sat completely still, frightened beyond belief. What the Hell was going on in here? What kind of upside down world had I gotten myself into here? Did Cindi willingly give herself to this state of reality? What went wrong?
"Return her belongings." snapped the Matriarch.
I sighed, feeling my breath bubble between my lips and the stifling ball stuffed in my mouth. This must have been some type of orientation into this deranged existence.
The Matriarch then grasped my eye lids, examining my eyeballs with a bright flashlight. She inspected each one carefully.
"Start her on the vitamins." she ordered. "Strict protein diet for the first 30 days, then up to solids."
I tried to convey my fear to this stranger with my expressions, since that was all I was capable of. Yet my efforts were in clearly in vain as she quickly stepped away. To my surprise, the leader soon stood in front of me to address me; now as a person.
"Consider yourself now an animal of the lowest order." she said.
"You have been stripped of all privileges normally associated with human beings. But now you are not even that, so you might as well get used to it. You will re-learn everything all over again... You will be taught how to walk, how to defecate, even how to think. In time, you will be the strongest woman here. You came here to learn, to grow. Here, we will tear your mind, body and soul apart, but you... you will build yourself back up again to be the most perfect being known. This simply isn't a haven for sexual gratification contrary to what you and Fiona experienced last night. That was simply a test. A test for us to determine your eventual outcome. Your friend here has vouched for your character, so I have chosen her to lead you along your process of reconstruction. You will be given a new name; one that I will decide on at the end of your building period. Until then, you will be known as nothing. A mere blotch of nothingness on the heels of feminine existence. You will not be addressed, nor will you be referred to as anyone with a singular identity."
With that, the leader turned, and briskly walked out. Now Cindi and I remained alone as the crude metal door slammed shut. Falling into a pattern, Cindi quickly got to work as she lowered my platform so that I was horizontal. Desperate for any words, I tried to make eye contact with my friend in hopes that she would free me. Yet none came as my head was hoisted upward, resting on some thin edge. I couldn't tell what was happening as I heard lots of activity around me. Suddenly, a loud humm deafened my ears as I could tell that my hair was being sheered off. Long, careful strokes garnished my skull as I felt my lengthy tresses of blonde hair being shed. I began crying as she wiped away my once proud mane. It felt terribly disgusting what she was doing to me. Yet in the despair, my mind began pondering what the leader told me moments before. Perhaps this was some awkward technique of healing me? Making me whole and pure again? Possibly this was truly the best thing for me? After all, Cindi and I had such a wonderful conversation on the phone just two days prior to my arrival. Yet thinking back, I now recall her expressing deep concern for my recent misfortune. She could tell I was devastated by my ex-husband's departure. Maybe... just maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all? Admittedly, I was fascinated by Fiona's structure the previous night, and pondered the thought of myself as a bald woman. I sighed, taking some comfort in what was happening to me.
The sheers continued their ferocious task of removing every strand of my hair. I heard several clumps fall to the ground below. All that was now left was a head full of sharp bristles, which now were lathered with rich foam by Cindi's skillful hands. My tensions slipped as I basked in the gentle actions of my dear friend. I sensed her apparent love and concern for me in each gentle caress upon my skull. She then placed a razor to my jagged flesh, scrupulously running it back along the sphere of my head. Long gentle strokes of the razor removed all stubble, leaving only sleek bare skin in it's wake. It was distastefully erotic what I was now feeling in my heart. I was actually finding myself enjoying this transformation.
After rinsing my now bare skull, Cindi brought herself around to remove my recently waxed eyebrows.
"Oh shit, she's really going to do this." I thought to myself as Cindi wetted my brow, and took a straight razor to the hairline.
Several glances were shared between us as she gently flicked the razor over my skin. The sound of tiny hairs being shorn echoed in my ears. The sharp noises somehow soothed my weary mind. Perhaps it was the thought of Cindi doing this that provided the finesse I needed at this point. My heart ached to reach out for her... to break these chains and embrace my long lost friend. Perhaps she would transform me into a powerful beast that could break free of this repression? My thoughts were quickly doing the math... I started to see a sliver of truth in this process. Maybe this was their own unique way of finding one's true destiny? What seemed to be odd and insane to most others conceivably had an fundamental basis for their actions. I wanted to find out... I wanted more.
After my shave, Cindi took the IV's from my arms, and carefully bandaged my punctures. She still hadn't spoken a word to me since our initiation begun, yet our expressions were becoming more and more of an unspoken language between us. I couldn't believe I was finding pleasure in being robbed of my identity, but my fears were qualmed in Cindi's loving gestures of elegant love. The way in which she touched my flesh, the manner in which her tender gaze fell upon my own... Once the initial fright had worn off, I slipped further and further away from myself; at least the Kristen I once knew. Maybe becoming someone new wasn't such a bad idea after all? The old adage of 'getting away from it all' certainly held a much more poignant meaning for me.
I watched her every move with scrupulous curiosity. Watching those muscles contort with such proficiency and ease... There was virtually no semblance of the feminine features I once knew. Yet within those eyes I could ascertain she was nevertheless in there, now just a much more purified being. I wanted to ask her what had happened... what led her to here, and how she manifested this power. Nothing was spoken as she began to undo the locks securing my body down. I gasped, realizing I could possibly make a run for it. I could flee far from here and go back to my world of hopelessness and solitude... My God, why would anyone wish that upon themselves? There was no way I would escape from this place. Especially not now considering my appearance. With each passing moment, I was more and more Cindi's compliant toy to do whatever she so desired.
The cumbersome chains were set aside as Cindi guided me to sit up. The moist fragrance of her flesh floated by me as she loosened the huge steel contraption that was fastened to my head... The metal ball slipped out, coated with my saliva as Cindi tactfully placed it on the workbench nearby. I questioned myself how many times she had done this. Or perhaps I was her first. Yet sitting there with nothing to cover me, I faithfully remained... bare breasted, and fully unveiled... not motioning one inch for fear I would lose Cindi forever. I didn't want that. Not now at least.
I didn't cry out in panic, nor did I choose to run. I remained, transfixed on my long lost friend. Turning around, Cindi took my hand in hers as she skillfully directed me from the rustic platform. Now motionless in front of each other after so many years... no separation. No distance. No questions. Our hands remained entangled as our hold tensed. I could perceive her affection with each short-lived second. Our silent, absorbed interaction started to speak clearly once more. She let go of our hold to reach up to her rags, only to loosen them... gradually, she bared the virtuous temple of inspiring power-- folded the fabric up to carefully set it aside. I beheld that solid chest, her lean groin that evoked a hungry sigh from my appreciative gaze. Her body drew closer, sensing the heat from her stately flesh. Our arms obligingly held each others' as a prolonged gaze ensued. How I wish I could have seen what this spectacle must have looked like... two bald women, arm in arm... obviously taking delight in ultimately being together after many years.
My hands elevated higher along the billowing hills of her muscular arms. Breaking our stare, I watched as my delicate hands traveled along; lingering over the skin. Looking back at Cindi, a smile met my mesmerized expressions. I answered with a thin smile as her arms seized my ample body into her embrace. Now I was hers... This moment of sensual contact convinced me that there was no going back. Harsh, rigid muscle crushed together with my Motherly, plump skin. Swaying my head, I watched my large breasts come against her sculpted chest. My heavy bust flared out as we both sighed from the stunning vision... This was so unbelievably erotic to see... let alone feel as Cindi's courageous hands found their way to the small of my back. Our breath grew feeble, as did our hearts...
"So much power." I thought to myself. "So beautiful."
It was all I could possibly endure. Our faces drifted together, brushing cheek to cheek as a kiss became immanent. I felt those demanding hands slither up my shoulders as our faces motioned closer... I knew she wanted to kiss me. It was a reality that needed no words. We both knew it was unquestionable. Her warm breath swept across my blushing face... staring into those trusted, reassuring mahogany eyes I so valued. My fingertip scrupulously traced her pouty lips. I held my breath... she halted hers as well. Almost there... so damn close. It was crippling us both... we had to seal ourselves together. It had to happen.
"Cindi." I breathlessly whispered.
"My Kristen. My true love." she replied in a tone matching mine.
Her assuring hold seized me as the last word flowed from her lips. My eye lids sealed with a gasp... now was the moment where our relationship would be fully consummated. This kiss wouldn't be hurried, nor would it be without meaning. It would be the kiss of all kisses... the lone act of solidity and devotion. And together our lips came, ever so faintly at first... Delicate flutters of flesh against flesh... What woman in her right mind could resist such awe? Such truth? Cindi's lips met mine with tender reward. Her fingertips pressed into me, twisting her head slightly for a deeper kiss. Unlike my first kiss with Fiona, this was far more meaningful. This held the conviction and righteousness I had longed for my entire life. Her mouth parted wide, accepting the slick tongue now begging to fill my mouth. With rich gusto, her tongue not only came into my mouth, but was slippery grasped with my eager lips, forming an "O" shape about it. My hands clutched her bare skull so as to keep that tongue inside me. Then an unexpected lunge came from her as her zeal overcame her senses. Smashing her mouth to mine, Cindi wrapped those guns around my waist; lifting my entire body in her arms. I knew I wasn't a light weight, yet was amazed that she evoked no signs of struggle or strain as she turned me about. We were like a married couple, cavorting around as if on their honeymoon. I rewarded her guileless efforts by lifting my legs up to wrap around her waist, locking my ankles behind her ass. Cindi cooed in delight, and rammed her tongue down my throat... I could tell our kiss was growing in intensity and fervor... the fires of sapphic rapture were set ablaze as she easily clutched my wide hips. She growled into my mouth, apparently pleased with how my flabby full cheeks felt in her palms.
"You like my ass?" I asked.
She simply nodded yes.
"It's yours." I came back by suckling her chiseled chin. "It's always been yours."
Another raspy groan exited as I tightened my legs around that handsome waist, hungrily knawing her jaw and chin in with savage determination. Cindi kneaded my cheeks apart and together several times as she carried me from the inspection area. All worries or fears vanished as we made our way to a more intimate area of the dark warehouse. Her idea of 'intimate' took something to get used to however... she carried me into a large repair room filled with engines. Massive diesel and gasoline powered engines that were being overhauled. The smell of oil and gasoline permeated my nostrils as Cindi and I stepped down into a large grease pit. The narrow and seemingly tiny space was perfect for our copulation... I simply didn't care wherever we ended up at. I had to make love to this woman...
She slammed me against the wall in forceful might. With my neck exposed, she sank her teeth deep into my neck. My eyes bulged open, staring up in fearful ecstasy.
"God, Cindi." I cried out as her groin met mine in a series of rampant, hungry thrusts.
My hands gripped those rock hard shoulders as I felt her womanhood press against mine. In the hazy mist of passion, I noticed several chains dangling down into the pit. It must have triggered something in Cindi, because she clutched one of them as she swiftly wrapped them around my wrists. Large shackles of steel tightly bound my skin as Cindi grasped the other end of the chain, hoisting me up from the floor. It all happened so brutally fast, yet was welcomed by every thoughtful deed she blessed me with. With my wide, hour glass body now fully hers, Cindi brought her face between my unencumbered breasts, clutching each heavy knoll in her hands to smother her face. Urgency demanded action... action demanded reaction. And I was going to give her that by any and all means.
The atmosphere seemed to perfectly mirror Cindi's demeanor. Large powerful engines, raw and untapped crude oil... manifolds askew... cylinders fabricated to thrust; their sole purpose inside an engine. All working together for the greater cause. Two beings lost amidst machinery and abrasive equipment, broken and in need of repair... Cindi was my mechanic... to repair my inoperable heart that demanded her skillful ability to survive.
My neck dangled back, feeling her hunger surge as she devoured my breasts. My mouth fell open, gasping in outrageous delight as she tugged at my left nipple with her lips. Her hands spun me around; meeting her mouth with mine in an upended kiss.
"Gonna fuck you... I'm gonna..." Cindi panted with flowing vigor.
She splayed her tongue across my forehead, grazing it across my bald sphere. Back again and again, tasting me as a feline would a bowl of warm milk. With my head now resting in her palms, her tongue feast carried through to my cheeks, my jaw... my nose. The dripping pulp of tongue engulfed each of my eye sockets... I yelped in wonder, having never been kissed like this before. I simply couldn't believe a person found me to be so gratifying. Feeling that boiling saliva and pressing organ of speech against my eye lids... the flesh left my eyes to glaze the barren vestiges of my eyebrows. Longful, open mouthed moans followed in rapid descent as she used her tongue to follow the tip of my forehead downward, along the bridge of my nose, my upper lip... my chin...
"Gonna... fuck you." Came from her lips once more.
Twisting me around a second time, Cindi knelt on the harsh, crude floor. Bringing my head up, I opened my soiled eyes to see that impressive body stooped... that sculptured back that now glimmered with perspiration. She grasped my left leg, swallowing my toes whole into her mouth. Her creamy tongue weaved beneath my toes, swaying side to side as she relished my appendages. Loud popping sounds of sucking echoed in the tight quarters of the pit... the hallowed feast found my ankles, my lower leg as hot saliva left it's torrid path. Cupping my fleshy thigh, Cindi's mouth violently devoured my chubby limb as if she suddenly went mad... frantic for deliverance... desperate for any nourishment I was willing to provide her with. Mouth agape and eyes closed, Cindi lunged forward with struggling fervor as my hairless vagina was taken hostage. I took in a long, winded breath as my entire body fractured in initial rapture. With the site of her bald skull between my legs, and the feeling of her fiery lips immersed in my folds, I brutally wailed in traumatic elation. My body fell limp to the ripples of sapphic indulgence as my cries resonated throughout the engine room. My perception blurred as billions of tiny bursts of light clouded my vision... Cindi's tongue lathered my pussy with acute precision, suckling from the folds of my womanhood...
Cindi suddenly stood from her feast, and clutched the remaining length of my chain. Blinded from her sudden exit, I watched helplessly as she lifted the chain in front of me-- forcefully shrouding the chains around my face, cramming the cold, tasteless metal bonds into my mouth. She soon had my entire face scattered with the bulky metal as I couldn't see a thing. No protests came as she went back to my raw pussy... my head hung low, weighted down with at least ten pounds of steel dangling from me... Tiny slivers of light made their way through the chains as I tried to see what was happening below me...
The ecstasy was just beginning... and I was willingly giving myself to this life. It was a choice I would never regret.
To be continued...