Adonis 
                                                                       
 Slowly, he began removing her clothing, his hand gently caressing her    
 soft skin.  She moaned lightly as his hands reached beneath her top and  
 massaged her breasts.  Her legs parted instinctively as he explored      
 beneath her laced briefs.  She glanced into the mirror above them and    
 studied the immense contrast between her petit body against his naked    
 Adonis form.  Soon her clothing layed in a crumpled pile beside the bed. 
 The room was hot and steamy, and their body glistened with moisture.     
 He stood in front of her, held her hands above her head, and told her to 
 kneel down.  As she descended, her tongue quietly explored his muscular  
 chest.  Lower and lower she went, until her mouth engulfed the tip of    
 his erected manhood.  He moaned with delight as he held her arms apart   
 and shackled them to fur-laced handcuffs dangling from the ceiling.  He  
 removed himself from her, took her nylons from the floor, and gagged     
 her.  The ankle shackles on the edges of the bed quickly held her legs   
 apart.  He then lotioned her body and his with baby oil, his fingers     
 exploring her curves and penetrating her crevices of desire.  Her sounds 
 of ecstasy were getting louder, but still muffled.                       
                                                                          
 He took an artificial phallus from the hot water, and beginning at her   
 mouth slowing moved it downwards.  It moved past her neck, down between  
 her breasts, and past her navel.  She closed her eyes in anticipation of 
 the piercing of her womanhood.  Instead, he only slightly parted her now 
 moist lips.  Slowly but firmly he inserted the warm, pulsating rod into  
 her other orifice.  Her gasp of suprise soon turned into sounds of       
 desire as he plunged it deeper and deeper while several fingers of his   
 other hand stimulated her tunnel of love. Her body squirmed in pleasure, 
 but her movements were futile against the chains that bound her.         
                                                                          
 When she had been filled, he again move in front of her and positioned   
 himself.  He entered her slowlyy, savoring how easy her juices have made 
 the entry.  Her breathing and gasping was getting heavier, in rhythm     
 with his powerful thrusts.  His hands roamed her body, squeezing her     
 breasts mercilessly and pulling and twisting the phallus stuffed into    
 her. Her arms and legs fought a useless battle against the shackles that 
 held her open to his pounding, now faster and deeper.  She thrashed      
 about wildly, becoming one with the chains that bind her.  She exists    
 only to please as he ravaged her with ever increasing intensity.  Her    
 screams of joy crashed through the wall tied tightly between her lips.   
 The room was spinning as she threw her head back and looked up.  In the  
 dream like image above she saw a slave, bound and gagged, under complete 
 control of her master.  He was rewarding her virginity with the most     
 sinful pleasure.  He too was in a spinning room, his body tight and      
 shone with sweat.  All his essence was entering and leaving her.         
 Finally, with a yell of triumph, he shot into her deepest regions, his   
 juice mixing with hers.  She let out a last, exhausted moan, overwhelmed 
 by the fires that pierced her.                                           

 He held her close for a moment, then withdrew from her.  He took the     
 second phallus from the hot water and with one hand rammed it completely 
 into her while the other pushed the first all the way in.  Through the   
 gag she begged him to stop.  A leather strap was tied around her waist,  
 and a second strap looped from front to back. The rods that continued to 
 heat and vibrate are now held in.  With another series of straps her     
 breasts were held up and tied.  He then took three small chains, all     
 connect at one end.  At the end of the chains are clamps.  Two clamps    
 gripped her nipples, while the third gripped her clitoris.  He turns off 
 the lights and leaves the room, to attend to his next slave.             
                                                                          
 She is now left in the darkness, still chained and gagged, with the rods 
 growing deeper into her and the clamps tightening their grip.  Her body  
 glistened like an angel, her arms and legs held apart as if she was in   
 flight.  She writhed and moaned uselessly, feeling the build-up of the   
 glistened like an angel, her arms and legs held apart as if she was in   
 flight.  She writhed and moaned uselessly, feeling the build-up of the   
 tidal wave about to washed her.  As moans of delight drifted in from     
 outside, she closed her eyes and fantasized.                             

