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New Bride
Since years of yore I have forswore the damndest sights that
no eyes bore. Too frightening
to offend a girl and never have her, evermore.
I love the ladies shapely curves and pouty puss of lip down turned.
Guilty darting eyes I
see from me to you and you to me. The toughest bitch I ever saw
said not a word at first. At all.
Her eyes you see of Flaming green, if such a hue was e'er seen,
looked out and wide and
straight through mine. The back end wall of my own skull lay naked
now for every flaw, and
what she saw broke every law of every land, and in my craw the crawling
knot of power-lust to
have her trained and tied and trussed!
Could it be then she didn't know? How I craved to have her so? She
must have known, if
she saw past the colored shapes and lines that cast a tainted shadow
on my public mind.
The truth of skull and mind and soul was not technique, design,
or gold but just to know
exactly what design of cross she bore and then release her from
it's crushing more.
But darkness won and I confess my tendency to bitterness. Of bliss
that came too late in
life, but cannot dwell on darkness past, She's with me now, must
ever last relentless test of
suppleness.
Her lithe, tight form I have contained and will remain in fetters
chained for better or for
worse you swore when first you brought your eyes to bore and rocked
me to the shallow core.
The creature in you is displayed and so you're made to see as I
have seen. The sweetest
tits and milky ass before you passes your own very form. The girl
you see is you, believe that she
is lovely as they come? The problem with the brightest mind is that
it's thinking all the time and
sometimes may forget to look.
So you I have, like some rare find, collected and inspected and
furthermore subjected to the
dark designs of mind. Hooded in the moody darkness, warmth around
you, hides the starkness of
my cold and driven bloody lust.
To FUCK FUCK FUCK you hard and long into the night past morning
well into another
form of thought. Fingers kneed while cupping you, corona's pulse
of heartbeat blue, and you must
feel the smelting glow in which I forged the iron I've wrought.
You've let me out and now I doubt the faintest hope of being healed
by one as even bold as
you yourself.
With your new sentence in the roll of life without parole in chain
and steel and latex tight,
despite your sight and shud'ring fright, I lead you off into the
night to seal your fate, begin your
plight.
My Dear Sweet Bride, I love you so. The toughest shell and softest
core. Innocence is
always strange, the least deserving always gain and here the softest
heart of all feels the weight of
heavy paws.
Intellect is so contained and now the mind fuck is the game with
which I seek to make you
feel the shaft. Inside of you between the two of soft and tightly
parted folds of meat. Your vegan
core I now ignore and feed you more of endless score of pussy stuffing
sweet.
In ebon latex bound you feel the pull of tendon, bone, and veal.
Your own meat now feels
all the strain of severely parted limbs that claim unto the brain
they wish refrain. But cries ignored
they will sustain the stress of love, remain contained.
With parted lips securely stuffed, your quiet tongue pinned down
enough, escapes the
softest purrs and puffs. Between the creaking leather rungs pulled
taunt around your crotchless
thong, two bulbous lips embrace a gagging kiss. In stuffing all
of you at once, technology has
triumphed so that I can have your cunt and keep you such and so.
The susserations of your muff,
stuffed in and out and all at once are quite the music which I long
to hear.
Input subtle, sensory, unlike words of language which to me lack
all the impact of the
darkest truth.
In perfect, endless comfort assured, you will remain, extremely
secured, cocooned in
blackest rubber like a web from which you won't escape. Hair removed
and smoothly lubed, the
slender tubes which enter you will keep you out of need. Ensconced
recline inside my gloom, the
dark back room, my private tomb, you are interred and firmly held
in place.
There's no escape from this dark fate, you gave me bait and so I
ate as you now reap the
appetite you grew. To have you at the faintest whim, to keep you
trim, and fill you with infinite,
blinding hue.
Inside that sheath of gummi skin, amoebified, held firm and thin,
your trapped shape
writhes before my aching want. Mummified, your life supplied by
crafted hardware, tightly tied.
Thighs spread wide. Your sinews dance and ripple more beneath a
shore of black compore.
Bulging vulva is restrained where thigh meets vaginal skin detained
in pressurized and
rounded swelling hemispheres of femme.
A girl inside that suit now dwells, completely stuffed, dilated
well. Her protests met with
stiff disdain she did complain when last her mouth was free to voice
her mind.
Her mind I've trapped, you see, inside her girl-shape, endlessly
condemned to feel her clit.
The most attention here I drew my best designs no mortal knew, and
aimed by best urge at her
sharpest nerve.
The only thing she senses now beyond all thought her ivory pearl
is centered in her
Universe. She orbits it inside her mind, pulling center for all
time, excruciating heat she can't
resist. Enforced orgasmic waves barrage inside her trunk, red nipples
swell with bliss. Up
through their pierce-locked collard rings, they mushroom high above
the seams of molded, tightly
sealed shut milking caps.
In torturing your sweetest flesh, I only hope to give you all the
best of that which kept my
mind alive if not quite well.
Show me the way to crease your flesh and squeeze you good and hard
and best so that you
feel the hotter more. This kind of flame does not consume, but warms
my heart that you could
learn to tap the energy behind this damn of lust that you're not
crushed.
Swim back from edge play by design, Sweet Bride of mine, and do
recline, your still
entwined. But capture me as well you must, remove my dust and feed
your own carnivorous lust.
Suck me into your own tight mind and press me hard into a rubber
padded box before I bust.
Contain my shape in proper form and don't be shy, I try to show
you everything I've got.
The swelling's for you and your mind, I'd let you feel me anytime
and anyway you want.
Life's dark prison isn't so as long as I know the brightest glow
of being held inside your
secret dungeon. My meager basement pales by means of that with which
I would detain you in
surroundings much less humble than the ones at hand.
These cheap walls all disappear when I have you in my castle, far
away from your own
eyesight. If you see your shape you'll know then how you look when
you're in bliss and roundly
squeezed and stuffed and this and more.
Allow me this and I will share my greatest skill at living to the
core.
Truth is, I'd fuck you, hard and straight. Naked, firm. Dilate you.
Press my balls against
your ass, then gently raise the root of shaft and rock your clit
for humping sake.
Until this, you see, you will remain, a sex toy slave girl, rubber
reigned. I'll make you
watch as you are made to go down on my male stemmed need. It's nothing
personal you know,
just straight up lust, I'm long to go, and after walking down the
aisle we run away to feed.
--- the end? ---
Story Submitted By " ERGonomic"
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