5 comments/ 9981 views/ 1 favorites Saving Stacy Ch. 01 By: ProfesorPhate I had watched my old high school girlfriend's marital status on Facebook go from "married", to "it's complicated" to "separated" and finally to "single" with the her interest now reading "men". Her name was Stacy and she was really my first serious love. I was a Jr. and she was a Sophomore in a small town high school with maybe 500 students. She was rather petite with blue eyes that would penetrate me to my core. Shoulder-length Strawberry blond hair. Her complexion tended to the pale side with the occasional teenage zit, but for all that her skin glowed and was a pleasure to touch. Her 5'2" frame supported perky breasts that were just the right size for her proportions. Her waist was trim and her ass unbelievably tight. She knew how to use it too... Her dancing was an event for more than just her partner every Friday night after the game. Her lips held a determined set most of the time, yet melted into a supple warmth when kissed that never failed to produce a mild embarrassment for me below the belt. And yet for all that, she was a young woman that commanded and deserved my respect. Perhaps it was my upbringing, perhaps it was the way she held herself, but I never had the desire to fuck her like the other sluts that wanted to bed a star football player. While making-put was a favorite pastime of ours, we never took it too far. She was special, and when the time came, I was determined to make it special... Even to save myself for our wedding night... Yes -- it was that serious. She was not a cheerleader, or a brainiac or on the drill team. But she knew where she was going and what she wanted. Her one true talent was in the tender art of manipulating the heart. And this is where our story begins. Little did I know when I first saw her at the after-the-game dance the fall of my Jr. year that asking her for a simple dance would lead to an amazing story that would not conclude until 26 years later. We danced, we talked all night, we hit it off immediately. By the end of the night I had asked her out for a real date and I could tell by her quick response that she was more than glad I had extended her the invitation. It wasn't until the next day that one of her friends pulled me aside and informed me that she had been dating a local boy that was now in college... I even knew who he was, although I had nothing really to do with him. He was a bit of a greaser who spent most of his time smoking in the bathroom and working on his Chevelle SS with primer for a paint job. A 19 year old dating a 14 year old. I shrugged it off and figured if she said yes to me it must not be that serious with him. Her choice right? Well, the first date was interesting. We grabbed a burger and a drink then just dragged main listening to tunes. Being seen together and generally reveling in each other. After some time, I saw this Chevelle SS following us up and down main street. I mentioned it to Stacy and she was pretty pissed. She said she'd tell him to cool it. Silly me, I believed her. I soon discovered that "Dick" was a real control freak and a bit of a loser besides. The next 15 months of dating Stacy was a never-ending struggle of trying to ditch our tail and trying to convince Stacy to just dump him. I never really figured out if she loved him too, or if she was just so insecure and co-dependent that she was incapable of controlling this wacko. She continued to date both of us and it even eventually produced one fight that I easily won. But she never would commit to one or the other of us. Then finally in December of my Senior year, I was scheduled to take Stacy to the New Year's Eve formal dance. A few weeks before, A wonderful mutual friend pulled me aside and informed me that Stacy was now pregnant by Dick. My heart broke -- and never really mended. Without letting her know I knew her secret, I talked with her and told her that I was done letting her play me against Dick. I suggest she find another date to the dance. She literally begged me to take her -- with tears in her eyes. All I could do is walk away wondering if her plan was to seduce me and claim that I was the father so she could escape a future that she was just now realizing looked rather bleak. I also wondered exactly how it happened? Could she have been raped? So many questions that I'd never know. She dropped out of School, I lost touch as I went to college and then a job. The master's degree was next -- then more jobs. I met many a girl and bedded most of them, but never found the woman who could mend my heart. Along the way I acquired many sexual experiences and greatly expanded my tastes for satisfaction. I suppose it was a shallow way to keep my mind and my biological needs busy so I'd not have to deal with my heart. She had 6 kids, most of which turned out to have varying degrees of the same problems she had now that they are adults. The first marriage lasted long enough to drive her to the brink of suicide. But she finally escaped Dick and remarried. An now we come back to the present where this 2nd marriage is finished and I have began to reconnect with Stacy on Facebook. We began by updating each other on our lives. She lives in Vegas now and I in SLC. She is almost destitute, even though she has a job. I sense her desperation for direction and a loving anchor to attach herself too. She sounded so emotionally unstable I was actually afraid for her. But I wondered if I could possible tie her tight enough to me to keep her after all this time. Her skills of manipulation must have developed to a high level over the years. Could I excise this cancer from her personality? A plan was hatching in my brain... It was almost a cruel plan, but one that if successful would bring my love back to me and teach her how to love the one man she should, the way he deserved. We are both in our 40's now and I figure that time is an asset that we no longer can afford to waist. So I called Stacy up out of the blue. I tell her I have business in Vegas that will keep me there for about a week and that we need to get together and catch up. Since it was the week between Christmas and New Years and all her family was far away, she welcomed my visit and says that she will be so happy to see me again. We arrange to meet in the coffee shop of the Sunset Station hotel where I'll be staying, at 7 PM on next Monday evening. My next call is to a realtor friend of mine who has more nice houses in Henderson than he wants to have available. I ask if there is an empty, but nice house with certain amenities, like a hot tub and working appliance in a neighborhood that is not very crowded. He looks for several minutes and tells me of a new house that was never even moved into that is in real great shape. The subdivision has 14 house, only 3 of which are occupied and that nobody lives within a quarter mile of the home. I quickly arrive at a price to rent it for a week and tell him to drop the key to me in an overnight packet. I hang up knowing that my very heart is at stake here, and maybe even Stacy's life. I arrive in Vegas a few days early to go shopping. Money is not a problem for me at this stage in my life. I buy a bed with beautiful mahogany bedposts, bedding, nightstands, lamps, pictures and dressers for the bedroom. I buy a couch, a big screen LCD TV with a DVD player, a stereo system and stools for the counter in the kitchen along with a good stock of food. I buy rugs and towels and toiletries for the bath and spend all of Sunday setting up housekeeping in Henderson. Monday I morning is venture into several of the adult stores that are so easy to spot in Vegas. There I purchase silk tie-downs, cuffs, blindfolds, lotions, videos and a vacuum pump set-up with different size glass bells for attaching to different parts of the body. Several have stiff rubber membranes that will allow a metal post to be pushed into the bell without losing the vacuum. It reminded me of a syringe and a bottle of medicine. And this will come in handy because I also find an electrical stimulation machine that physical therapists use with multiple leads, clips, inserts and patches. This is coming together nicely... All things that I have had some experience with before. The time comes for our meeting. I'm sitting in a both somewhat nervously looking at the door wondering if she will show up? Her face peeks through the door a moment later and then disappears. I know she saw me... will she come in? A moment later the door opens wide and she strides in with her chin high -- striding towards me a nice spring time dress with yellow and blue flowers. That's my girl, I think to myself -- she still has some steel in her. As she catches my eyes and smile, my heart leaps! I gaze down her body and see that her legs are still firm and her breast bounce pleasantly, obviously not constricted by a bra. One side seems larger than the other but I chalk it up to the light. I rise to greet her and the hug and kiss I receive are better than words can describe. I invite her to sit, so she slides into the booth revealing her smooth legs up further than she intended... I think... I move to sit across the table from her and she says, "Ben, no.... come sit with me over here!" I shrug and scoot in next to her. She grab my elbow and snuggles up against my shoulder. "Ben -- thanks so much for making some time for me. It's been so long and I... I... Well -- I have really missed you Ben." "Stacy -- I've been thinking of you a lot lately too. I've really enjoyed our email and texts over the past few months. I'm so sorry to hear that your marriage didn't work out. It sounds like he was a real... Well -- you know..." Stacy says, "Thanks Ben, you been nothing but kind to me -- ever since high school. It's meant more than you will know to me. Especially as I've been through this latest nightmare." The waitress interrupts (as only they can) and before she can say "what'll it be hun" Stacy speaks up and say, "Oh -- we're just meeting here... We're not hungry" and with that she gives me a nudge, so I start to slide and stand up, making my apologies under my breath to the waitress and handing a 5 spot to her as I slide past her. I look at Stacy quizzically as we walk towards the Casino and ask, "Well -- what is our destination then...?" She answers, "You do have a room here don't you... I figured we have so much to talk about -- and much of it is rather private... why not have a private venue for a private conversation?" I smile and give her my arm as we walk towards the elevator. Saving Stacy Ch. 02 She snuggles my arm without a word as we go up to the top floor where my corner suite is. I open the door for her and as she turns on the lights, she gasps... "You can afford this? It's like a mansion in here!" as she twirls twice through the ante-room and towards the sitting room. I catch a flash of her supple cheeks as the dress rises up through the twirl... No panties.... She thinks she is her to seduce me. I half expected it. This will be interesting for her to soon discover she is not the manipulator here, I chuckle to myself. "Oh Ben," she sighs, "You know I'm yours for the taking right now don't you?" I smile, "Of course I do Stacy, but I'm to the point where I really want more than just some shallow gratification. Aren't you?" She thinks for a moment, "Ben, I honestly don't know if I've ever even be capable of that kind of connection with another person." The sentence ends with her gulping down a sudden sob. I lead her to the couch and we sit sideways looking at each other. I steel myself and say, "Stacy, I remember what it was like when we dated. The connection between us was like an electric wire writhing around our lives. Disconnected and sparking on the floor one moment and then binding us together in a white-hot arc another. My heart was seared with your love and left cold and twitching the next. I have some questions and a proposal for you before we go much further. Can you answer them with complete honesty for me. If so, I think we may have a future together. If not, let just shake hands and call it a night." Without letting a second pass, she says, "Oh Ben, please give me a chance. I know I hurt you in the past and if honesty will give us another shot, I will tell you the truth no matter what... even if it hurts me, or you" That was the answer I wanted. "OK. I'm ready. Are you?" I ask... "Question 1: After being married a year or two, did you look back at our time together and admit to yourself that you really did love me?" She spoke so softly that I had to strain to hear her. "Ben, I did that ever day. It was my only respite from the reality of what Dick became after we were married." I made a mental note to follow up on this issue. "Question 2: Do you understand why you were attracted to Dick?" "No. I hate him so bad now that I refuse to even give it a thought." "Question 3: Did you have sex willingly the first time before you were married? Be honest." "Ben, truthfully I'm not sure I can even remember correctly. We liked to make out... You remember we used to do a good bit of that too, ya know? But one night we had gone to a movie and went back to a friend's house to wait for them. But they never showed up. We were making out and we had been drinking and I couldn't keep his hands out of my shirt. He started getting mad at me and I tried to kiss him to calm him down. Then next thing I knew he had slapped me hard and was calling me a bitch at the top of his voice. He ripped my shirt and my pants off and was spreading my legs before I regained my senses. I was crying and asked him to please stop. But He didn't. He slapped me again and all I could hear was a ringing in my ears. Then I felt his fingers penetrating me. Oh it hurt Ben. He pulled his finger out and said that I had better shut up and lick his fingers or get hit again... His little cock hurt less than his finger when he finally put it in me. It only took about 10 seconds and then he collapsed on top of me and started to tell me how much he loved me. I had to push him off me and run to the bathroom before I vomited. I didn't make it. He got up and leisurely gave me a wet towel and watched me clean it up. While he stood over me, he said that I was his now. I knew it was true. I had made the mistake of giving him what he wanted. And 5 weeks later I had a baby growing in me which sealed my fate." She had not shed a tear as she spoke. I had to hold my own tears back. "Question 4: Would you like to be free of Dick forever?" "Yes. Yes! But how? You're not going to kill him are you?" "No" I said, "But I'd like too. You see Stacy, he was never really a man. He had no concept of how to bind your soul to his. He is just an angry, little man that hates himself and everyone else because of it." "Stacy. Have I ever given you reason to not trust me?" "No" she responds. "What I'm about to propose will require strict trust and unquestioning obedience from you towards me. It will take several days, perhaps even a week. You and I will be very intimate in a physical and emotional sense, and you will suffer some tender indignities at my hand. But I guarantee that you will be either bound to me in a loving relationship that will last the rest of our lives or at the very least finally free from Dick or anyone else, including myself. I will offer you only this one explanation. Dick only understood one thing. Control. Perhaps he mistook it for love. Some do. I, however, correctly understand the relationship between love and control. I will help you understand this relationship too. And when we are finished you will truly be free, even from me, should you so choose. Think carefully, it will not be easy for you. But I promise you it will be worth the effort." Stacy's mind was whirring. She was emotional and confused... and desperate. She was on the verge of alcoholism, she knew that. She knew that reality was only to be escaped and she had contemplated the ultimate escape many times in the last year. Could she trust Ben? Did she have anything to lose? "Ben, I have no idea what you are talking about, but I feel like I can trust you. Will you at least explain the process as we go along... please?" "I will as it is appropriate. But yes, you will at least understand what you are supposed to have learned after each phase, and surprisingly enough, I'll bet you will be able to tell me what you learn, without me explaining much. Remember, however, that once you commit to this, you forfeit your freedom completely to me until it is finished. If the sun sets next Sunday without you having a freedom you've never experienced before, you have my solemn word that your physical freedom will be restored. Is it a deal?" I extend my hand... Saving Stacy Ch. 03 Stacy takes my hand and says, "Yes Ben, What do I do first?" I enfold her into my arms and give her the warmest, most loving hug I've ever given anyone. "Thank you Stacy – Your trust is not misplaced and you will soon see the world as a lovely place to be. You first must call your employer and tell him whatever lie you wish to get the next 7 days off." She is startled, "Ben, do you know how impossible that is?" I stop her immediately. "Strict obedience, or there will be a punishment. Do you understand?" She says with a smile on her face, "You wouldn't punish me! What'cha gonna do?" I smile and say to her, "I thought we might start off this way." I give her another hug and whisper in her ear, "Stacy, for the next 7 days I will punish you and you will not enjoy it, I promise. You need to learn about control." And As I said this, I gently pull her arms together behind her and quickly bind her wrist with a plastic restraint the police use instead of handcuffs. I ask her, "This is your last chance, are you OK with this and are you going to obey me?" She gives me an unsure "Yes." I ask, "Do I need to gag you, or will you scream?" Stacy says, "I promise not to scream. OK, just don't hurt me." I laugh, "Stacy, there may be some pain involved in the next 7 days, but it will be a sweet sort of pain and I will never hurt you out of malice. I promise. Now to our punishment." "Forgive me" I say as I gently begin to unbutton to top portion of her dress. The dress will, of course, not come off with her hands bound behind her, so I carefully grab my pocket knife and slit her dress up the arms on both sides to the neck so it drops in a heap at the floor. Next I do the same with the bra. I notice her blush and whimper as I begin. "What's wrong? Surely you've expose your wonderful breasts to more than one man in your life?" "It's not that" she pleads. "It is..." As the bra drops, I see a prosthetic in the right cup. "...hideous" she finishes as I gaze upon her full perky left breast and then a shriveled and scared irregularly shaped breast with a normal perky nipple along the edge of a scar. I see her start to sniffle at her shame. I hold her head up and look deep into her eyes. "Stacy, there is no need for this. You survived! And you are beautiful! Unique one might say!" I bend down to cup it and kiss the nipple. It stiffens in response. I ask, "How much feeling do you still have?" She says, "Not much. The nipple can feel things but it's not the same. How can you even touch it? I hate it!" "No NO NO!" I exclaim. "It is what it is. It is part of you and you are so beautiful! And in so many ways! I actually find it quite erotic!" I continue to suckle on the nipple for another 30 seconds and then I ask her to look down. "I will always tell you the truth Stacy. See how my cock is hard already. This is you making me hard with something you think is terrible. See how easy it is to misunderstand each other?" She tries to smile through her tears, "Ben - Dick or Jeff (my second husband), neither of them could bring themselves to touch it. It was hard for them to even look at it. Ben, you are such a good person. Thank you for your kindness. Oh my, in truth, I'm now so wet! Come on, take these bindings off and let me show you how I can love you." "Stacy, you tempt me." I say knowingly, "But this is not the time. Your punishment is at hand." With a few snicks of the knife she stands before me naked. It takes all my will power to not ravish her immediately! I lead her to the door and grabbing her wrist behind her, I lead her out into the hallway. she is resisting and muttering. I jerk her into submission next to me and say, "Are we starting to understand control yet?" With that we go stumbling towards the elevator. Entering the elevator I press lobby. I see desperation in her eyes. They grow as we start to go down. I look at her in the mirror on the far wall. Her skin is now a blushing pink and both nipple are so erect they must hurt. It makes me wonder if she in an exhibitionist at heart? She pleads with me, "Ben, please!" I ask her again... "Do you understand now?" She says "Yes" immediately. I press the 3rd floor quickly and we stop and get out. I then push the up button and wait for the next elevator. When the door opens, we see an older couple with a surprised and disgusted look on the woman's face and a wry grin on the gentleman's. Stacy Immediately starts to stumble and with a slurred tone yells, "Honey, Where's the damn bathroom? I gotta go honey. How'd I get out here? Oh, hello madam..." As the older couple exits, we crash into the elevator and push the top floor. I compliment her, "You always were good at thinking on your feet! Good job." She was actually laughing now. "Wow, what a rush Ben. Am I dripping on the carpet yet?" She peers down as do I. Her pussy lips are well shaven with just a landing strip of strawberry blond hair above her clit. She thrusts her pelvis forward to get a better view. Her inner lips pout out from the outer labia like a deep red orchid with an amazing clitoral bud that must have extended from under her hood by a quarter of an inch, perking upward just the way my 9 inch cock imitates the curve of a banana. The hood was extended to the top of her outer lips and strained wantonly, as her erect clitoris tried in vain to escape the beautiful smooth folds that framed the jewel of Stacy's womanhood. She moved her legs a bit wider and allowed me to see just how wet she was. I couldn't resist. I brushed my middle finger the length of her lips and grazed her clit as I stroked upward. I continued the motion up to my lips and tasted her juices while I stared into her eyes. "Stacy - Truth. When was the last time you were this turned on?" Her answer was simply "Never". Once back in the room, without further incident, I reaffirmed her understanding of who was in control and cut her binding. She picked up the phone and called her boss at home. He was mad and yelling at her. I came up behind her and whispered in her ear one word. "Quit" She turned and looked at me, then said, "Never mind Tony – I quit!" Then hung up. "Well done, Stacy! Are you ready to start your journey?" She confidently said, "Ben, I'm all yours – and I hope you know what you're doing!" I threw her a big white terrycloth robe at her and said, "Let's go!" We walked together hand in hand to the elevator and out past the pool to where my car was waiting. Without question she slid right in as I opened the door for her. As we hit the freeway towards Henderson, I asked her to open her robe and touch her pussy. Which she did. "Tell me about making love to Dick. Did her ever perform oral sex on you?" She quietly responded, "No. I was expected to lie there until he came. He would make me swallow his cum sometimes. Most of the time He would cum in me and then tell me how lucky a slutty bitch like me got him to marry her. He would hit me sometimes if I ever talked back. Thankfully it never lasted more than a minute or two." I paused and said, "Stacy – I'm so sorry. He was such a monster. You have no reason to believe the rejection he heaped upon you." "This will sound strange, but it will be a good exercise." I grab her hand from her pussy and lick her fingers. "Stacy – as I taste your essence, let me tell you what I sense. A good strong acidic taste, like a real woman should taste. There is strength deep inside you and you need to find it. I also taste, hmmm, overtones of cinnamon and a fragrance that almost smells like fresh-cut hay. This is the dimension of you that cares and loves and creates." I reach over and dip my own fingers into her slick folds and held them up for her to taste. "Please, I know it is like revisiting that awful night when Dick raped you, but trust me." She nods... And extends her tongue out. "Do you taste your strength? You are a strong and vibrant woman!" To her credit she took more of my finger into her mouth and stayed calm and analytic. "Do you smell the cinnamon and the sweet overtones? That's you! That is Stacy, a strong, loving, creative woman that doesn't need a man to tell her who she is. Breath in your essence – taste the core of your being and know that you deserve a place in the sun!" Her smile as she turned to me with a light in her eyes told me I was getting through. "Here is one of the explanations that I promised you. We took a degrading action like having to taste your own weeping cunt on the hand of your rapist and with just a little effort and understanding took that negative act, confronted it, and transformed it into a self-affirming experience that excised the terrible emotions of it and turned them to your betterment. Are you beginning to understand?" Stacy dipped her finger into herself once more and consumed her finger with thoughtfulness, saying, "Ben – yes I think I do. What else will we do? I feel so excited – sexually and otherwise. Oh Ben tell me – what else will I need to do to be free?" "I can't tell you the next step Stacy. All I can say is that it will be the hardest part and I'm truly sorry you must go through it to be free from Dick." We drove in contemplative silence through the subdivisions of Henderson. As we neared the Subdivision where the house was, I pointed out to her how this subdivision was far from any others and that only 3 of the 14 house were even occupied. Since it was the week between Christmas and New Years, I suspect that even those 3 houses were empty this week. She raised her eyebrows. She asked about some dinner but I explain that the rest of the night would be better on an empty stomach and that her trust was about to be put to the test... Saving Stacy Ch. 04 Naked to the empty neighborhood, I escorted her into the bedroom where I promptly secured a blind fold on her eyes. I then led her to the bed where I attached 4 fur-lined hand cuffs to her arms and legs and the attached each to the bedposts. I then went into the other room and put on a DVD of terrible porn. Rape porn. And turned it up loud. I actually left the house and went for an hour-long walk. Upon my return, Stacy was crying and screaming. Her blindfold was soaked and her wrists and ankles were a little red from her struggles. She was screaming hoarsely, "Dick... No! Nooooo." over and over again. I switched the DVD off and an eerie, echoing silence permeated the house. All that could be heard was a whimper from the bedroom. I went to the bedroom and rummaged through the box looking for the device that fit around my neck and distorted my voice – it cost a pretty penny – it had better work. I walked around the bed several times wondering if I could do what had to be done? I began by putting a clip on her left nipple, the good one. She jumped and screamed. "Ben – is that you? Ben... Ben!" I chuckled and said, "Lady – who is Ben? I just found the door open and all this racket inside. I find all these toys and a tied up cunt ready for action. Heh heh. Let's try this!" I rip the clip off. Stacy cried in terror. "Where is Ben...?" "Lady – who is Ben?" I said roughly. "Screw Ben, my name is Dick. Ya that's right, it's really Dick and you'll understand why in just a moment." She moaned, "Dick. Dick? NO! You mean Dick? No way. It can't be you." "Hell lady – what you talkin' 'bout? You don't know me and you never will. I'm gonna fuck the shit right outta ya and you'll never be the wiser! Just try to get a look at me and you'll regret it for the rest of your life - your very short life!" I clamped my mouth down on her good nipple and shoved 3 fingers painfully into her suprisingly wet cunt. The scream pierced my soul, but I couldn't quit now. As I disrobed, I filled her ears with invectives. "You bitch – somebody just left you here 'cause your worthless huh? Well – we'll see" I went back to her pussy and started to finger fuck her again. I did this for 5 minutes while she just cursed and cried and spat at me. "Hey darling – you ever been fucked in the ass?" I stuck my index finger up her ass and screamed "Answer me!" She just sobbed "No... No. Please no!" There was no getting around it. I mounted her and buried my cock deep inside of her tight cunt. I left it in deep allowing her lips to conform around my sizable shaft. I squeezed her breast until I was sure I would leave a bruise and started to pump for all I was worth. "I spat our curses at her – and over and over again I asked her, "Who are you to tell me no?" It was actually not exciting at all. After about 15 minutes of uninspiring but brutally physical sex, I pulled out and walked up near her face. "You want my cum – admit it you slutty whore bitch - admit it. Cum'on – open your slutty mouth." Then I slapped her hard across the face. I could see her body tense as her mouth opened, and thought to myself, 'So here was the moment of truth.' I started to berate her about her ugly disfigured boob. While I did this, I pulled a dildo out from the box and rubbed it all over my cock so her fragrance would be on it. "You bitch – you deformed bitch – no wonder your guy just left you hear like a piece of meat you are - to be devoured by the next predator to 'cum' along – you are so worthless! Cum'on bitch – open up! I got better things to fuck tonight – let's get my spunk in your mouth! And you better swallow every last drop." I snarled. She spoke in a clear voice, dripping with contempt, "OK – DICK" she said it as a slur. "But know that I'm a woman – a strong woman – and you can take my body, my pride and my dignity, but I'll always stand up straighter than you no matter how much cum or blood I'm forced to endure – do your worst you impotent prick!" With that she opened wide. I held the dildo under her nose in silence until I knew she had smelled it and I slammed the dildo into her mouth. She immediately bit down hard and literally bit the head off of the dildo! She spat it out and started to say "What the fu..." As I ripped the blindfold from her face she literally passed out. (Later she would say she figured that as long as she didn't see my face she might live but after biting the cock, she new she was a dead woman and the fear was just too much.) I gently uncuffed her and carried her limp form into the large hot tub filled with warm water. As I carefully sat down into the water she awoke screaming and flailing. I held her tight and made soothing coos and hums in her ear... "Its me Stacy – Ben. I have you. You are safe. Warm, in my arms." Her eyes cleared and stared into mine for a moment, confused. "Ben? Oh Ben." She melted into my arms. Then she looked at me with a start. "Dick? Rich? Who? Ben? Help me! I'm going crazy." She wailed. "Stacy what do you remember? Tell me." "Ben, oh... terrible sounds – it went on forever! Poor women getting raped – screaming. It was so terrible. Then someone - Oh, it was terrible pain. I thought I would die! Ben where did you go – why did you leave me?" I hugged her some more in the warm water – rocking her gently... "Tell me more – what else?" "It hurt – he was so rough, so mean. The terrible things he said. And the sex - his cock was so large. It hurt! And – and – oh Ben, he made fun of me – of my - Deformity. I wish I were dead." "What else Stacy?" I pushed. "OH NO! I told him to fuck off. And I bit... oh his... Did I really do it? Oh Ben – where were you?" "Stacy, you're safe now. That is all that matters. You're exhausted and scared. Just let me hold you and know that you are safe now. We will talk when we wake up." I toweled her beautiful body off while she slept practically standing up. I slipped her into bed and held her tight while she slept. She walked nude into the kitchen the next morning while I cooked eggs and pancakes. She devoured them without a word. I asked, "Are you OK?" She looked at me and said, "It was you wasn't it? I found the voice box." I nodded. She looked thoughtfully at me and said, "Your cock is still in one piece isn't it?" I stood up and showed her. "Not a mark. So you remember something of how it ended last night? Do you recall what you said right before the big bite?" She thought about it and said, "Yes... I said I was a strong woman and that he didn't have the power to break me no matter what he did. Then I called him... you... an impotent prick. I think?" I laughed. "Yes you did... YOU DID! Wasn't it fantastic now that you think about it Stacy? You stood up to "Dick" and every other man you've been abused by – which now to my shame – includes me. I'm sorry Stacy. It was necessary and it will never happen again. It is part of your rebirth and I hope that understanding will someday lead you to forgiveness. Do you still trust me?" "Should I?" she asked. "I replied, "Oh yes, Stacy, please. Our agreement was for 7 days and the good stuff is just beginning. You've gone through the equivalent of emotion surgery. You've had a cancer in your soul removed. If you leave now, you may never heal. Let me heal you Stacy. Please." With that, I lead her back into the bedroom and ask her to lie back down. "None of your husbands ever gave you what I'm about to give you. They were macho idiots. Please lay back and let me show you how wonderful things can be between a man and a woman. Did you ever really have an orgasm with any of them? Tell the truth." "No, I don't suppose I did. I was not even quite sure what one really felt like to tell the truth. Now in the last few days, I'm discovering so much. I've felt good doing it before, but never like what I read in books or what you've helped me with before last night. Can you show me more?" I just smile and sink my head down between her legs. I begin by licking her outer lips. She giggles. Then I dive my tongue deep into her sex. She gasps and moans my name. I slowly pull my tongue out and up along her clit. As I do, I feel her clit become harder under the hood and feel her hands on my head. Soon I circle my tongue around her massive clit. He hips start to buck but I pull back and hold her down with my arms. My thumbs and fingers find both nipples and start to tweak them lightly as my lips close down on her clit that is peaking out from under her hood. I suck as hard as I can and lightly flick it with my tongue like a young pair of lovers tongues during their first kiss. Stacy arches her back and digs her fingers into my hair and literally screams my name at the top of her voice. "Bennnnnnn......" Her hips fall and begin to gyrate wildly all over my lips, my nose, my chin. My entire face is drenched when she finally collapses breathing like a sprinter after a quarter mile. I crawl up next to her and she immediately smothers my lips with a deep kiss. When she breaks the spell, she looks me in the eye and says, "I love the taste of me on your lips... Thanks for giving me what I always longed for but never knew how to achieve!" I tell her, "You're welcome. The secret is the simplest thing in the world. It's just genuine love, that is the foundation. And if you haven't noticed, I've never stopped loving you." I let that hang in the air and it was OK for now. She stares deep into my eyes and nods then quietly and gently rolls me over onto my back, and positions her hips above mine and plunges my shaft so deep I think it actually hurt her. Her tempo is slow and her strokes long and tight. Her clit rides along the top of my cock and when she reaches the ridge of my cock's head she gasps and opens her eyes. Staring into mine, her tight pussy lips travel down my shaft again where she grinds her clit into the base of my cock in a circular motion. She gasps again. Over and over again, with her eyes locked on mine, she travels the same route of pleasure at an ever increasing pace. I stop her long enough to grab first one leg then the other and reposition them from a kneeling position to resting on my shoulders. Her hands naturally reach backwards for support on my knees as I hold on to her knees. I now am so deep in her I know it is slightly uncomfortable for her. As I begin to take the initiative for movement, I impale her deep with my cock as I lift up and when I go back down she naturally delays her fall, so she descends to match the beginning of my next upward motion. The impact at the bottom as she falls upon my shaft is like an earthquake for both of us and then comes the sense of deep oneness as we rise with my cock buried, my shaft's head nudging her cervix. We both gasp as the intensity become unbearable. I finally release my hot cum deep inside of her at the apex of my thrust and hold her body suspended in the air. She drops her knees to my side to maintain her balance on the pinnacle of my orgasm and as she rocks forward to kiss me and stare into my eyes again, her clit explodes from the friction as it slides forward at a different angle on my cock. She holds still as can be, and so do I, as a powerful orgasm sweeps through her frame. I feel my balls drenched in our juices and see her beautiful eyes finally clinched shut, with tears dripping down her face, as the throes of her orgasm subside. I finally collapse from my arch, which earns another tender gasp from Stacy as we settle back to earth. When she opens her eyes again, she uses a finger to wipe a tear form her cheek and then gently places her wet finger on my lips. She whispers to me, "Taste my joy Ben... Only for you my love." She didn't even ask, "What is next?" Saving Stacy Ch. 05 After a refreshing nap and a luxurious bath together we decided to go out on the town. The only problem is that we need to shop for her first. So in a pair of my jeans and a button up shirt, with bare feet to boot, we head for the strip for a fancy dinner. It was a great evening! We spoke of our previous lives and generally chatted like old friends should. We went back to the suite at the Sunset Station and enjoyed snuggling in the hot-tub where Stacy timidly had her way with me. I did not disappoint. As she reveled in the sensations of another orgasm's afterglow, I asked her, "Stacy, have you really never had a real orgasm until yesterday?" "No Ben, I never have. You have to understand... I was a worthless person. Disfigured, ugly, broken. Good only to be used and abused at the hands of my betters. Then ignored and degraded. Even Jeff, my last husband. He didn't physically abuse me, but he did emotionally and verbally degrade me on a daily basis. He was a real pervert too. He could barely get it up and his favorite thing to do to me was have me tease his friends when they came over to watch the game or play cards. It must have been a power thing with him, because that was really the only time he showed any interest in me sexually was after his friends left. Again it was literally minutes and he was done. That is what ended our marriage." "One of his drunk friends finally cornered me in the bathroom and raped me. I yelled and screamed and they all came a runnin' but then all they did was watch and laugh and jack themselves off while he unloaded himself into me. Afterwards they all went and popped a brew and finished watching the game. The next morning Jeff kicked me out onto the street – said I was an unfaithful slut and that he'd shoot me if I ever darkened his doorstep again. I was glad to leave" "Wow" I said in disbelief, "You are a survivor! And let me be apparently the first to tell you how that type of strength is so attractive to me. I'm so proud that I'm hopelessly in love with you now Stacy! I can't believe that you never satisfied yourself with your fingers, or a vibrator, a pillow, ...something? Why not?" "I guess sex had always been associated with pain and degradation Ben. Pleasure was never part of the equation in my mind. I was trying to avoid it at all costs." "I guess that makes sense, I replied. Well – do you want to know the rest of the plan?" Stacy looked at me sideways and asked, "There's more?" "Oh yes," I replied. "Much more! Here's the thing – we've severed your emotions from your atrocious past, but that has just created a vacuum. Stacy I want to be the one to fill that vacuum – fill it full with our love. What these so-called men of your past didn't understand is that the act of physical love was part of God's plan to truly bind a couple together on all levels. Sure, there is still an element of control and trust, but also elements of sharing and love that must be present. It is not only an emotional thing, and even a spiritual thing, but also a chemical thing that binds our bodies and souls together. That is what sex should do – bind us – by our own consent. Hopefully forever! But it must be done right and I know exactly what it takes to do this. Stacy, are you willing to allow yourself to be bound to me and I to you?" She looked deep into his eyes and thought, 'What was he talking about? She had already given him her body... wantonly! Is he truly someone I can trust? He was quite sadistic with me the first night – but he has also genuinely talked with me and seems to understand and care about me as well. Is it an act? I've already given my body to him. I've given him complete control thus far. And I'm still here. In fact I feel wonderful, like never before. If he is just using me, then I have nothing left to live for. If I walk away now, what do I have to live for?' The answer was apparent. Nothing. In a moment of clarity more clear that she had ever experienced, she now understood that it was trust Ben or die. Not an imagined thought, but a certain reality that this was her only choice. Stacy opened her mouth to speak and almost laughed as she finally focused on Ben. He was nervously hanging on her response, like a lovelorn teenager who had just confessed his love for the first time. It such an engaging, heart-melting moment that she drew it out as long as she could. Finally she quietly pushed the words out. "Ben, I want to be yours. I am yours. But please understand that this is the end for me. I feel like death by your hand, or mine, is my only other option." Ben slowly nodded his understanding. He spoke, "The last lesson, and it will be one that we both must learn together equally, is a simple equation. THE GREATER THE TRUST, THE GREATER THE SATISFACTION. It is that simple. And believe it or not, sex is the perfect crucible to learn this lesson. Nowhere can trust have a more immediate, physiological, emotional and even spiritual reward, than within the act of physical love. The Trust = Satisfaction equation is chemically engrained into our DNA. It takes effect when we are most exposed and vulnerable. And the greater the trust that is required, the deeper and more lasting the binding becomes. Do you understand now what we will be doing over the next 5 days then?" Stacy nodded as she felt the excitement build in her heart, and in her loins... "I think so. We will be having a lot of sex I take it? Will I still be free to leave of my own accord after the 5th day?" Ben replied quickly, "Of course Stacy – I will be beyond disappointed if you do, but you have my word. And as for the sex, yes. Plenty! And it will be sex as you've never imagined possible!" The next morning we awoke and decided to go find a nice brunch and do something fun. We ended up back at Black Mountain golf club with a set of rental clubs and a bucket of balls. Of course, I ended up buying her a nice golf outfit with a short skirt and matching panties. Her blouse was loose enough to tell she went bra-less. Which, if you stopped to observe closely, displayed the fact that one breast was much larger than the other. But both of her fantastic nipples found moments of prominent display as she moved and swung the clubs. Stacy actually had quite a natural swing and was smoother than most amateurs. But as we neared the end of bucket, I would stand behind her and comment on her glorious ass and how it matched her golf swing perfectly. Than distracted her sufficiently to end up laughing together enough to attract some annoyed stares from the 18th green. It was wonderful to see her take such joy with something so simple as being together with me doing something silly. Afterward we headed out the boulder highway in my rented convertible and just kept driving. Soon we were in the middle of nowhere. I took a dirt road out into the bush and parked a few miles from the road. "Stacy" I said, "Today we uncover a new part of the map! Please take all of your clothing off except for your shoes and socks." She smiled compliantly and within a minute her cloths were in a pile in the back seat. "You never sought the physical comfort a person can give themselves while you were surviving your abusive past. I will help you learn this talent and help you understand how deserving you are of all this pleasure." I reached past her to tilt the seat back and gave her a quick kiss and a smile. "Relax and do as I say. Close your eyes. Just think about the situation you find yourself in. Naked, outdoors, next to a man who cares about you. Think about my eyes wandering over your body. Thinking thoughts about how I will give you pleasure. You're wondering what I can possible do next to drive you to your next orgasm. Does that thought make you horny?" Stacy replied, "Oh yes. Taking my clothes off for you already made me flutter inside." "Good Stacy. Think of my hands roaming over your skin. A light brush that sends shivers up your spines, a gentle tug on your nipples." I grazed the back of my fingers lightly up her thigh and softly took her hand and placed it on her breast. "Let your hands be my hands Stacy. Let them go where you'd want my hands to go, do what my hands would do." As I spoke, she cupped her good breast with one hand kneading at it with a languorous tempo, while the other latched onto her other nipple and pinched it hard, with wild abandon. "What my tongue would do Stacy" She ripped her hand away from the deformed breast with a painful snap and the gasp that left her mouth open. Her gaping mouth was quickly filled by greedy fingers - all of them lewdly fucking her mouth as if it they my tongue thrusting past her teeth. She then pulled her wet fingers out and rubbed her good nipple with her saliva, all the while her other hand kept up its kneading motion. "With my cock." She immediately plunged her hands toward her now dripping cunt - spreading her outer lips with her right hand, she plunged 2 fingers of her left deep inside, stroking madly as her hips bucked and her ass slapped the seat with a resounding thump. A low moan escaped her lips that increased to a growl emanating from deep within her body that quickly morphed into an ear piercing screeeeeemmmm...... The sound abruptly caught in her throat, while her hips were thrust skyward, frozen, arching, suspended in the air like the bridge we had just crossed. A choking, gasping sound repeated over and over making me wonder if she was having a seizure? Then finally a big gust of exhaled breath whooshed from her mouth as she deflated into the hot seat, melting into her own juices and sweat that glistened off the leather seat in the parching Nevada sun. I started up the car and started back towards the main road. It was over a mile on the main road before Stacy came back to this world with a wry smile blissfully displayed on her lips. She seemed comfortable sitting next to me in the nude enjoying the cooling breeze that brought her nipple back to attention. The occasional fellow-traveler that noticed her, showed appreciation in different ways, from waves to smiles, to the obligatory fist pump common to the jack-offs that chose that particular expression. She took it all in stride waving back and blowing kisses. I noted her hand returning to her crotch off and on through the trip, so I commented, "It's a turn-on for you isn't it?" "Oh God yessss" was her quick reply. I smiled, she was getting a good start! As we turned into our deserted subdivision, we noticed that one house near the entrance had a light on but only one. Stacy finally spoke up and inquired, "Isn't it your turn now." I nodded and said, "I agree, do you have any suggestion or requests?" She did some deep thinking and as we pulled into the driveway, she spoke up. "Yes I do! Right here on the front door step and I want to watch it up close! She jumped out of the car butt naked and pulled up a plastic chair right in front of the door blocking it completely. I sauntered up to her stripping my shirt off, pulling the shoes off and letter my trousers drop. Without touching my cock, I just stood there letting the cool air and the erotic potential of the tableau work it's magic. Working my muscles, I encouraged my cock to start it's ascension. Stacy leaned in close and said, "Ben, it starts so small. It can't be more that 2 inches when you're... a... otherwise occupied. And look at it grow! It's like it has a life of it's own! Oh wow ... it's already 5 or 6 inches and you haven't even stoked it once!" She reached down and started to stoke herself again. That made my cock jump – so I grabbed it and within 4 or 5 strokes, I had grown to my full 9 inches, pointing right into her face. "Ben - it is magnificent! Beautiful! And your balls - they are much larger than I honestly expected!" "Thanks Stacy, they are pretty sensitive too, especially early during the process." She reached down to my balls and touched them lightly." She then asked me in the most sincere voice I've ever heard, "I want to see it cum – up close – cum for me Ben. I want to see your 'Benjamin' give me your cum!" I mused on her play on words as I stroked my rod as long and fast as I could. Her eyes locked on my cock, inspecting the action from different angles. Before long I could feel my wad straining towards it's release. When my first spasm shot my hot cum out, Stacy's face was squarely in the target area. She jumped as it splashed across her cheek and chin, but she laughed out loud at her realization that she had literally been asking for it. She actually moved her face closer as my orgasm pumped out it's remaining load and then used her hands to gather my cum from her face and then tasted it. "Ya know – It actually has a good masculine and salty taste to it. I guess it tastes better when you want it, and want the man behind it!" She continued to gather the cum and rub it over her tits and even down on the lips of her wet pussy. Quickly finished we both retired to the house and enjoyed some PB&Js in the nude. We both took a quick spritz in the shower and ended up back on the deck by the pool watching the sun set over the south west end of the strip and the regular glint of planes in the landing pattern for McCarren International. "Thanks for trusting me today Stacy. Judging by your obvious success, you are starting to see a new world open up. What do you think you've learned so far?" She spoke right up, "I deserve to have love – even from – and perhaps especially from my own self." I was nodding before she finished and said, "That's a revelation you needed and it is a great start – but we have a long way yet to go. Lots of love and trust will still be needed. Tell me, what do you think about me? Are you to the point where you are really going to trust me, no matter what? Are you even attracted to me? Can you see yourself with me after this week is up, or will you take your freedom and fly like the eagle that you are?" Speaking slowly and thoughtfully she said, "Ben, I suspect I owe you my life. You reached down and pulled me from a dark pool swirling with despair. I can still feel the shadows of that dark place dripping from my soul. So the answer is yes, I trust you. I honestly think I could let you kill me and I'd feel like it would be your right. But I also trust you enough to know that you don't want my life that way. You want me life to be with you. As for being attractive. Hell'a ya!" She continued, "We are neither one of us spring chickens, but your caring for me is such a sexy thing! It bounces around inside of me and makes me feel so young again! I suppose you are like my first real love and as for your equipment, I find it hard to think about living without your glorious cock. I'll want you to be part of me every day! And as for leaving you - why would I? How could I? I don't really know how to use the word love, but I imagine that there is nothing I can use to describe my feelings for you but that word - LOVE! I like the way that sounds." I replied in a steeled voice, "Stacy, I hope you mean that because the next 4 days will test that statement. Are you ready for the next part of today's lesson?" Saving Stacy Ch. 06 I left her reclining in the nude on the pool chair – the cooling breeze of the evening finally pushing the oppressive desert heat back for the night. I came back with the nylon tie-downs and some other equipment. I approached her from behind and gently kissed her head while I captured her arms and raised them above her head. She just smiled as I bound her wrists to the top of the pool recliner and asked, "What new experience do you have for me now?" Several I said as I moved beside her hips with my box of goodies. "You see my dear Stacy – there is so much more to physical pleasure than you have ever imagined." With that I pulled out a rather largish egg vibrator with it's cord and adjustable control switch. I turned it on low, just a pleasant little buzz and began to message her inner thighs with it. She giggled as I did. I'm going to give you a demonstration of the capabilities and proper use of this device so you can keep yourself hot and ready for me when we find ourselves momentarily apart." I rolled the egg across the tense tendon of her inner thigh, progressing across her pussy lips and then down the length of the opposing tendon. Her slight squirm indicated that her attitude was a positive one. I finally settled lightly just below the tight hood of her clit – her magnificent lips just partially enveloping the sides of the egg. "See Stacy, you are starting to become familiar with the power outlet you have between your legs. Your amazing and rather large clit is the obvious center of your pleasure and your power." With that I began to roll the egg in a circle around her hood, pressing above the clit hard to help her realize how far up that magic bundle of nerves were hidden. "Oooo Fuck" she whispered. "Yes" I replied. "It is a wonderful instrument in a wonderful place isn't it?" All she could do was nod in wide-eyed appreciation of this new toy. "But what you may not realize Stacy is that this magic place can also be accessed from the inside too." As I said this I gently pushed the egg, wet with her juices, ever so slowly into her quivering cunt – stopping deep and firmly lodged against her G-spot. Stacy gasped and started to clinch her legs together, holding the egg even more tightly than she anticipated. It was at this moment that I began to roll my thumb over the control switch, increasing the vibration to about half and then back down to low. Her hips involuntarily rolled to the right and back again, scraping the pool chair across the cement as her mass rolled around the recliner. "Ben – my God. You could make me cum immediately with that thing – it is so intense." "You're probably right" I replied. "But that is not what I have in mind with you." Her eyes became wide as saucers as she finally realized my meaning. With that I gently started to oscillate the switch. She squirmed and moaned. I backed off and let her rest for 15 seconds – then did a quick combination of 2 oscillations. She bucked and grunted like an animal in heat. Another 15 seconds, then I did 1 oscillation quickly up to the max and down again. She spread her legs and arched to the sky like she was trying to expel it from her body. "Shit Ben – stop!" She screamed. "Stacy – You don't really want that. Trust me, another dimension awaits you." The next 10 minutes were spent bringing her just to the edge, but not over – always a surprise in how I handled the switch. Her breathing went from deep to shallow to panting. Her body bucked about, showering me with sweat as she tried to drag her body over the precipice. But each time she was near, the stimulus was taken away. Her groans were most pitiful. With tears in her eyes she pleaded in gasps... "Ben - nggggh... Fuck! Ugghg. Ben! Please - gahhh! Let me cummmmmm." At this point I turned it off with a click... She looked at me with pure anger in her eyes... "Why?" I replied to her, "You really want to cum Stacy? "With a wail she said, "Yesss. Please!" I spoke with authority, "OK Stacy, but sometimes you should be careful what you wish for!" Her eyes then popped open with a look of terror. I smiled as I pushed the switch to maximum and oscillated from medium to high in irregular time. Stacy screamed with her first orgasm with a resounding and extended "Fuuuuuuck!" Smiling down at her, I just kept the egg going. She screamed some more. "Oh stop. Unggg - Sto-p-p...p. Sonofa." She continued to babble incoherently as her body began to sweat in great drops. Short, constricted little "Ahs and Acks" were all her vocal cords could produce. He legs started to flail, kicking and screaming as wave after wave of orgasm-overload coursed through her nerves. I kept her at this level for about 4 minutes, before I finally relented and clicked it off. She lay there, covered in sweat sobbing, trembling and panting for breath. Her right foot was twitching with a life of its own. I leaned over her leg to extract the egg and observed her dripping inner lips, deep red, glistening, still contracting and twitching involuntarily. I was not entirely sure she was conscious until I carefully pulled the egg out, which elicited another sobbing cry from Stacy. I then cut the wrist binding and picked her shaking, slippery body up. The smell of her sex wafted from her overheated cunt into my nostrils, as I carried her to the pool and slowly waded down into the warm water. I quietly held her for the next 30 minutes where she fell asleep in my arms. We both slept forever. Waking was a warm experience being snuggled next to each other. - - - - - - - - The next bright morning Stacy's thoughts went round and round in her head as she lay in this amazing man's arms. The idea of submitting to his every whim was a natural thing. After all I had survived 2 co-dependent, abusive relationships for most of my adult life. But I had to admit that being a slave to the whims of Ben was very different in at least one way. It turned me on just thinking about him being in control. But it also made me feel free too? Why was that? How could it be? Maybe I would understand someday, but for now she didn't need too. My whole being had been turned into one raw erotic nerve that demanded attention and I knew that I'd never think straight again unless I saw this through. Even this much introspection made me giddy with anticipation for the next 4 days. I had never imagined that an orgasm was such a - I couldn't even describe my feelings. All I could admit is that I was ravenous for more. I wanted to cum and cum and cum for Ben. He seemed so pleased for me yet I could only remember him cumming once yesterday. Was I being selfish? Softly she whispered, "Ben, what can I cook you for breakfast?" Ben gave a groan and a chuckle and said, "Nothing Stacy – but thanks. We are actually fasting today. Nothing but water and juice. Tomorrow we will replenish but today we purge and purify." What that meant was a glorious day of being pampered at a very expensive spa. A dip in the pool and a relaxing hour in the hot tub drinking a light selection of exotic juices. The steam room was next. The mint in the water and in the spritzing water permeated their pores and drew out the tension and soreness. Alone in the swirling steam I confided, "Ben – I'm kind of sore - down there. But my mind keeps running around and around all that we've done. And It's running even faster about what else we're going to do. I'm constantly wet and wanting to fuck every other minute. Will it always be like this? How can I live like this? It will certainly kill me in a matter of weeks, won't it?" Ben thought for a while and finally replied, "Well – you're still traveling down a road that's in a valley – you haven't reached the next mountain peak yet. I promise things will even out soon - just not yet." "You see, this short period of hyper-sexuality you and I are experiencing, is a bit like a honeymoon. Not that any honeymoon was ever like what we're going to experience." He said with a knowing chuckle. "But you will discover how to be bound and how to be free at the same time. You are learning about the peace and the balance – the yin and yang – of living a true and committed life with another person." Looking into my eyes with an undeniable love he continued, "Without this knowledge you will return to your former life of despair and eventually - well even possibly death. At least of your spirit, if not your body. If you learn well – you are free. You won't need anyone unless you choose to need them. Therein lies the secret." He finished with a statement. "It is time for an assessment of where we are. You say that your cunt is dripping all the time. Prove it – spread your legs." Ben kneels down in front of me. As he pushes my heels up to my ass and reveals my glistening cunt I know that my flower is as moist as I promised. He says, "Watch my every move Stacy and tell me what you're feeling and thinking." He blows lightly on my lips and I feel them widen in response. I inhale sharply as he blows. Then he just holds his face close, inspecting my exposed womanhood. The silent seconds extend to minutes. I feel my labia muscles starting to contract. The motion is moving the nub of my exposed clit ever so slightly in and out from under my hood. My breathing deepens. I say, "Ben – what are you doing? Why don't you touch me? It's driving me wild to see you watch me that way." He replies knowingly, "That is one of the points of today's lesson Stacy. Your clitoris may seem like the queen of her hive, but there are so many other ways to achieve orgasm. Trust me – don't move much – and just keep watching." With one more blow on my clit, that actually makes me jump, He sticks the tip of his tongue out, grabs my knees and spreads them wider, then begin to work his squirming tongue across my ass hole in little circles. As he pulls back for a breath of air, I feel that my cunt is starting to actually flow with fluid and I can't control the humping motion of my labia. He watches in fascination as my clit peaks slowly in and out from under its hood. I know I'm close after only a few seconds of his special attention. His tongue, now at attention like a warrior plunges into my ass. A muffled cry escapes my lips as He plunges again and again deep into my ass. His thrusts not only makes my ass relax and widen like a slut, but my empty pussy widens in its search for her soldier, inner lips quivering like sheets in the wind. After only 3 thrusts, my hips arch and I grab his head with both hands, holding him tightly inside clinching ass. His nose is bumps my clit in a delicious consequence. As his tongue continues to thrust even deeper I look down to see his eyes focusing on my clit that is still pumping like a tiny piston as my frame shakes from an entirely new type of orgasm. After more than a few seconds, I finally release his head from the grip of my 'little death' and he say, "It's different isn't it?" I breathlessly replies, "Yes – but so intense. I had no idea I was that sensitive... down there." He stops me. "Say it – there is no shame in a word - say it. ASS HOLE." I whisper, "Ass hole." "No - no - no" He replies – "Say it with conviction – with pride. "I love it when you fuck my ass hole with your tongue!" I laugh nervously but say it again quite loudly, "I love it when your tongue FUCKS MY ASS HOLE!" He hugs me and screams, "You have a fine ass hole for fucking!" We both go to the showers laughing arm in arm, wondering exactly who heard our little exercise and not caring in the least... Saving Stacy Ch. 07 It was late afternoon when we finally arrived back in Henderson. Without much explanation Ben lead me back to the bedroom and we undressed each other. His cock was nearly erect and I couldn't help taking it in my mouth for a few slurps. It made me feel so powerful to command this glorious instrument to arise and have it do my bidding. Ben made me hold out both hand in a cupping fashion and squirted copious amounts of KY jelly into my hand with a command to lather his cock and balls up with it until it was dripping off of him. I did so with gusto. Next he lay me down on my stomach and tied my hands quite loosely to the bedpost. He did the same with both ankles with plenty of slack. Whatever he had in mind I was committed. "Stacy", he spoke "I know you remember the pain involved with giving up your virginity. I'm sorry that it was taken from you rather than you giving it freely. Imagine if it was me back then – would you have given me your virginity? I knew the answer was yes – so I simple said "Yes". He asked another question. "Will you give me your virginity now?" I'm thinking, 'What in the world was he talking about? How could I become a virgin again?' As I pondered this small point, he crawled onto the bed behind me and begin to stoke my ass hole with a lubricated finger. In retrospect, I was rather dense and still didn't understand his intent. So I said, "Yes – of course – but how can I give you something I no longer have?" At that point I felt a shiver go up my spine and down to my toes as he inserted a finger in my ass and began a stroking motion. Ben calmly said, "Yes you have something you can still give me – I want to be the first to fuck your beautiful ass hole Stacy." I immediately clinched down on his finger in fear, but at the same time my vagina was betraying me. His lewd language made me feel like a slut and I liked it. I didn't want to admit it, but what my mind was trying to reject, my body was already preparing for. He pulled me up on all fours with my ass in the air. He felt my cunt briefly and licked the finger that came away soaked. "Stacy – I know your upbringing and your unfamiliarity is fighting this, but your pussy knows what you want. Just relax – it is the only way you will enjoy it. And by the way, you're tied up and you've committed to trust me too." "But Ben – it will hurt! You are just too big!" "Stacy", he said, "Don't worry too much. The pain is part of this, but it will be something you will be OK with when we're done. I promise to be gentle." What could I do? I was scared! But I actually did trust him. I lay my head down in silence and waited. His finger was fully inside of me and gently starting a fucking motion. It was a tad bit unusual but not uncomfortable yet. Ben suggested, "Try and relax your muscles Stacy – like your about to take a satisfying shit." I then felt 2 fingers and it was stretching me... "Oh Ben – it burns - ouch!" I complain. But he didn't stop. After a few minutes the burning stopped, but was still kind of painful. He pulled his fingers out but then I hear a buzzing sound. In a panic I said, "No – not the egg. Pleasssseee!" He just laughed and inserted a small vibrator in my ass. And oh my – it felt so much better than a finger. The vibration coursed through my loins and bounced off my vagina in sympathetic pleasure. By the time he pulled it out, I was humping it for all I was worth. I then heard a deeper buzz and felt a larger vibrator slowly enter my ass hole. The vibrations helped me cope with the wider girth of the pleasurable missile, but it still burned. But the burning was now a welcome heat mixed with a type of pain that seemed to naturally belong. An abrupt silence startled me from my climb to a hopeful orgasm. As Ben stood up on the bed and positioned himself with his feet on either side of my hips, I glanced back to see his shiny cock hanging between his legs – all 9 inches and thicker than any vibrator hoped to be. The sight inspired fear and an intense animal urge to conquer this lion's lust no matter what the cost. I screamed, "Ben – FUCK MY ASS – DO IT HARD – DON'T WAIT – DON'T BE GENTLE – TAKE ME NOW... HURRY!" His cock ripped into my waiting hole so hard that I collapsed on the bed – squirming in pain and shaking from the attack. I forced myself up to my hands as knees again as he withdrew his rod completely from me. The next thrust was even more savage. I collapsed again whimpering. The pain was so intense – I felt like I had been impaled on a pike and was bleeding to death in some medieval torture device. But I had to show Ben I was woman enough for him, so I brought myself up to my knees again waiting for the next assault. What happened next was amazing. He put the head of his cock just inside my sphincter and then ever so slowly inched his cock into me. Each tender inch engulfed me in a warm wave that coursed through my core. The burning was part of it and so was the pain, but they had morphed into a sexual wave that was now overtaking my senses and making my pussy lips strain into the air searching for the cock that was busy elsewhere. His slow withdrawing motions were just an intense as his slow penetrations. I had felt his cock bumping into my cervix during regular sex but my ass had room enough for him to truly fill me with every inch of himself. It was divine. He started to move, matching my motions, with the net effect of us moving together but his cock stayed buried in the same place deep within me. Then just as I felt like this would send me over the edge, he dropped half a beat and now moved in direct opposition to my movement. In 3 more deep thrusts, I felt the volcano of his hot cum burning the raw flesh inside my ass. My entire body convulsed and clinched together. My ass would not let him go – my labia froze tightly over my clit – I was flying! As warm burning waves of painful pleasure propelled me towards the shores of blissful afterglow. After a trip to the bathroom we lay on the bed together and talked for a bit. "Ben – Isn't it your turn for the same thing?" I said bravely... He got a wry smile on his face. "We'll – I have an idea that should work for both of us." With that he had me lather him up with KY again (his cock was ready to go just that quick - amazing!) He actually let me finger his ass hole with some lube. It was one of the most intimate and erotic things I've ever done – I was dripping by the time he pulled back – obviously turned on himself. He handed me the small vibrator and he kept the big one by his side. He then lay down face up with his knees bent skyward and pleasantly spread. He gave me the next instruction. "Turn on the small vibrator and put it in my ass." I thrilled at the act of penetrating him – I was so hot by now. I felt his cock start to flex as I pushed the humming vibrator deep into his ass. "Stand over my hips" he instructed... "Now squat down over my cock and slowly lower your ass on to my cock." His commands made me more wet and I obeyed without question. His fullness was a welcome friend now. I felt kind of dirty for being the type of woman that loved to get fucked in the ass, but reality couldn't be denied. This thought made me even more wet. I finally came to rest with my ass cheeks resting against his balls, feeling like I was being wonderfully split in two again. I rested my back and elbows against his bent knees. My feet were wedged under his armpits. When he gathered himself he said, "Be still and feel the vibrations from my cock deep inside of you..." "Ohhhh yesss." I moaned. It was like having a living vibrator inside my ass. I began to move up and down his cock, searching for release, but he stopped me and pushed my hips back down on his member. "Be still" he said. I fought the need to move and was rewarded with a feeling of being on the edge but never quite being able to jump. After of 5 minutes of this agonizingly sweet torture, he turned his larger vibrator on, pushed my torso back and gently inserted it deep into my cunt. The sensation was unbearable. His strong arms forced my hips from moving and my only chance for release was to feel the flow and ride it out. He said, "Now I feel the vibrations from you – it is like having a bionic ass on my cock! Oh Stacy - I'm going to cum in your sweet ass!" Ben raised his hips driving himself even deeper into my ass. His load of searing cum filling me again. I was riding the whole length of his cum-soaked cock, from the base to the tip, as fast as I could go. I was so close I was hyperventilating. He finally took pity on me and gently touched my clit with the pad of his thumb. It was like a lightning strike – I actually tried to jump off his cock, but he was holding on too tight and all I succeeded in doing was rolling over on my side. He then took advantage of the situation and continued the roll until he was on top – still inside my ass and now his full weight was pressing down on my pelvis making the vibrator in my pussy drive even deeper, wedging itself against my g-spot, that I had so recently learned about. I bucked and tried to escape but his weight was too much. My orgasm continued unabated! It seemed to last forever. I finally resigned myself to oblivion and wrapped my legs around his hips and held on screaming into his chest and crying for relief. What I didn't realize was that Ben was in the midst of another orgasm himself, until he started to thrust frantically, screaming with his release in duet with my cries! As he finally rolled off me, I grabbed the end of the vibrator and threw it across the room. I rolled up into a fetal position, sobbing and gasping for breath. He whispered hoarsely, "Are you OK Stacy?" I replied with a quavering voice, "I hope so. I think - so. I couldn't stop the orgasm! How is that possible?" Ben snuggled up to me and stroked my soaking hair, "Oh Stacy! It's not the orgasm you want to stop, it's your capacity to enjoy it that you, we - want to increase! We've made good progress tonight. Tomorrow will be even better. I promise." As I hovered at the gates of a comatose exhaustion, my last thoughts were about how I could possibly survive another 2 days of this. Then I thought of how different and loving Ben was – even when he was in control – and I knew that my love for him would certainly see me through." - - - - - - - Ben stared at Stacy after her collapse wondering how he came to love her so? He padded into the bathroom and filled a syringe with enough sedative to really knock her out – she needed a deep sleep. The needle slid into the small bit of fat on her hip – she had precious little fat but it did give her a womanly flair to her hips and ass. He mused that all these skinny models and the poor women that try to emulate them didn't realize that most men (when it came right down to it) thought that fucking one of these emaciated bitches was akin to sticking his cock in a plucked chicken, fresh from the store's meat counter. Go figure? She didn't stir...