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Adult +
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11
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Steeling Herself
Chapter 10: Steeling Herself
- Warnings: Other
Handcuffs clicked inexorably into place around Lorna Dane’s wrists and ankles, all four of her limbs simultaneously restrained. The mutant known as Polaris fought to maintain her composure, but could not slow her racing heart or breathing. She lay spread-eagle, naked, one set of restraints for each limb, her body on some kind of lewd display. With each breath her cream-colored, above-average bosom heaved.
Lorna gazed down her body, over her groin crowned with its thicket of all-natural green – just like her head, as she would tell the few people who had seen her naked – and between her open legs at the phallic object approaching her privates. While she had taken a few lovers – namely Angel, once, and, until recently, Havok – the fact did nothing to stop her from trembling in anticipation. Thank goodness my hymen was broken long ago, she reassured herself.
The phallus made contact with her labia, slightly parting the fleshy folds. Lorna told herself she would make no noise as she was penetrated, a prospect which proved itself more difficult than she thought once the penetration began. Squeezing her eyes shut, she felt her vagina stretching around the cylindrical object inside. Her legs kicked, but the restraints held fast.
She was powerless to escape, at the mercy of the object burrowing into her. Lorna finally broke her silence when the object bumped her cervix and triggered a cry of pain. When the phallus began moving back and forth within her, its pace slow and methodical at first, it fortunately failed to plunge so deep again. A thin film of perspiration coated her skin.
Relentlessly the phallus pistoned, its pace in fact quickening. Lorna began to thrash in earnest, wrists and ankles yanking on the handcuffs. The only noticeable results of her efforts were the rattling of the chain-links between cuffs and the cuffs themselves leaving angry red indentations on her otherwise flawless skin.
Lorna grunted in time with the instrument’s movements, again silently thankful that her hymen was long gone, even if the circumstances were a bit embarrassing. Shortly before her powers activated, she was rock-climbing with some of her friends from the middle school geology club to which she belonged. A belaying pin came loose from the rock face while she was climbing, and she fell the equivalent of three stories; among other injuries, including broken bones, was a broken hymen, ruining her shorts and underwear with the blood.
The phallus sped up once more, bringing Lorna’s focus back to the present. The walls of her vagina mapped the smooth contours of the bullet-shaped object ravishing her. Idly she wondered how different it would feel if it were studded or ribbed.
She also wondered, How much longer will this last? How much more can I endure?
As if in direct response to her thoughts, the phallus began to thrust more vigorously, using long, full strokes. Lorna whimpered unabashedly, tears trickling from her tightly-shut eyes. Her thighs tried in vain to clamp together, but their motion was arrested once more by the restraints on her ankles.
Just when Lorna felt herself reaching her limit, the object grew erratic in its rhythm and speed, as though whatever force was guiding it had been disrupted. Nevertheless, it continued to penetrate her, albeit in a jerky, irregular fashion. Unable to hold back any longer, Lorna cried out, thrashing wildly, her soft grey eyes shooting open.
At first, her noises were incoherent. Slowly her lips began to form words: “Ohhhhh… oh God… oh God… OHHHH GOD… YYYEESSSSSS! Oh God, yes! Yes, yes, yes! Ahhhh, yes, yes, God yes!” The phallus came to rest, still fully buried inside her, but Lorna’s hips bucked wildly in orgasmic frenzy.
Once her mind had cleared, Lorna mentally unlatched the metal restraints on her wrists and ankles, which burned with pain along the lines of discoloration circumnavigating her limbs. Still breathing heavily, she reached down with her hand and gingerly extracted her favorite toy from her soaked vagina. Her toy glistened with her lubrication, which she produced in large quantities when masturbating to her wickedest fantasy of being restrained and taken against her will; for some reason she could not fathom, ever since she discovered the fantasy at age sixteen, the thought of being held down and forced made her wetter than anything else.
Sitting up, Lorna began cleaning her toy by smearing her juices in her pitiful cleavage. She was just barely too large to be invited to Jubilee and Kitty’s informal little club, but she felt a little jealous of the new blonde girl, half her age, whose bust, with several years of potential growth ahead, already matched hers. The green-haired mutant sighed to herself and put such thoughts out of her head, as they were beyond her control.
Holding her dildo with her powers and pushing her breasts together with her hands, she slid and twisted her metallic sex toy to rub off as much of her fluids as possible. That accomplished, she then levitated the device in the air in front of her face. Her eyes narrowed as she zoomed in to the atomic level. She willed the atoms to vibrate, wishing she could focus enough to make her toy vibrate while inside her; but, as demonstrated by tonight’s session, she could barely keep it thrusting properly while in the throes of pleasure.
Lorna vibrated the dildo for several minutes, until it had shaken off every last atom of her vaginal lubricant. She did not dare touch it yet – the forced atomic motion, of course, heated the metal quite a bit – instead letting it hang in the air to cool. Her lips formed a satisfied smile as she considered her favorite toy.
Eight inches long and one-point-five around, her dildo, which she called the “Silver Bullet,” was one of her first creations using her powers. Painstakingly molded from silver jewelry she could not stand to wear for various reasons, the Silver Bullet she had crafted to fit inside herself perfectly; as a further benefit, its metallic composition allowed her to operate it with her powers while all her limbs were restrained, as she had done tonight, which helped her immerse herself in her fantasy. Where most women might fear a metal phallus, she mused, it is absolutely the perfect toy for me and my desires. The care she had taken in forging the perfect sex toy she matched with her care in maintaining it; she could not stand the thought of it tarnishing after all the effort she expended crafting it, so she found her particular way to clean and sterilize it after use.
The Silver Bullet, now cool, floated into her hand. Lorna kissed the tip lightly before cradling it against her bosom and lying down to sleep. As a girl, she had often lain thus with a teddy bear or her new favorite-toy-of-the-week; she supposed it only made sense that, as an adult, she should go to sleep with her favorite adult toy.
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A/N: Sorry for the wait, everyone; I'm guessing everyone knows how hectic the holidays can be. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, as it was an attempt at another first for me (the bondage stuff). Even if the eroticism of this chapter was a little lacking, I'm pretty proud of the creativity of the character-situation pair.
As always, reviews are welcomed, especially for a chapter like this that needs some serious critique. A question for reviewers: I wanted it to seem ambiguous, at first, regarding whether or not Lorna was enjoying herself; how well did I carry it off?
- Warnings: Other
Handcuffs clicked inexorably into place around Lorna Dane’s wrists and ankles, all four of her limbs simultaneously restrained. The mutant known as Polaris fought to maintain her composure, but could not slow her racing heart or breathing. She lay spread-eagle, naked, one set of restraints for each limb, her body on some kind of lewd display. With each breath her cream-colored, above-average bosom heaved.
Lorna gazed down her body, over her groin crowned with its thicket of all-natural green – just like her head, as she would tell the few people who had seen her naked – and between her open legs at the phallic object approaching her privates. While she had taken a few lovers – namely Angel, once, and, until recently, Havok – the fact did nothing to stop her from trembling in anticipation. Thank goodness my hymen was broken long ago, she reassured herself.
The phallus made contact with her labia, slightly parting the fleshy folds. Lorna told herself she would make no noise as she was penetrated, a prospect which proved itself more difficult than she thought once the penetration began. Squeezing her eyes shut, she felt her vagina stretching around the cylindrical object inside. Her legs kicked, but the restraints held fast.
She was powerless to escape, at the mercy of the object burrowing into her. Lorna finally broke her silence when the object bumped her cervix and triggered a cry of pain. When the phallus began moving back and forth within her, its pace slow and methodical at first, it fortunately failed to plunge so deep again. A thin film of perspiration coated her skin.
Relentlessly the phallus pistoned, its pace in fact quickening. Lorna began to thrash in earnest, wrists and ankles yanking on the handcuffs. The only noticeable results of her efforts were the rattling of the chain-links between cuffs and the cuffs themselves leaving angry red indentations on her otherwise flawless skin.
Lorna grunted in time with the instrument’s movements, again silently thankful that her hymen was long gone, even if the circumstances were a bit embarrassing. Shortly before her powers activated, she was rock-climbing with some of her friends from the middle school geology club to which she belonged. A belaying pin came loose from the rock face while she was climbing, and she fell the equivalent of three stories; among other injuries, including broken bones, was a broken hymen, ruining her shorts and underwear with the blood.
The phallus sped up once more, bringing Lorna’s focus back to the present. The walls of her vagina mapped the smooth contours of the bullet-shaped object ravishing her. Idly she wondered how different it would feel if it were studded or ribbed.
She also wondered, How much longer will this last? How much more can I endure?
As if in direct response to her thoughts, the phallus began to thrust more vigorously, using long, full strokes. Lorna whimpered unabashedly, tears trickling from her tightly-shut eyes. Her thighs tried in vain to clamp together, but their motion was arrested once more by the restraints on her ankles.
Just when Lorna felt herself reaching her limit, the object grew erratic in its rhythm and speed, as though whatever force was guiding it had been disrupted. Nevertheless, it continued to penetrate her, albeit in a jerky, irregular fashion. Unable to hold back any longer, Lorna cried out, thrashing wildly, her soft grey eyes shooting open.
At first, her noises were incoherent. Slowly her lips began to form words: “Ohhhhh… oh God… oh God… OHHHH GOD… YYYEESSSSSS! Oh God, yes! Yes, yes, yes! Ahhhh, yes, yes, God yes!” The phallus came to rest, still fully buried inside her, but Lorna’s hips bucked wildly in orgasmic frenzy.
Once her mind had cleared, Lorna mentally unlatched the metal restraints on her wrists and ankles, which burned with pain along the lines of discoloration circumnavigating her limbs. Still breathing heavily, she reached down with her hand and gingerly extracted her favorite toy from her soaked vagina. Her toy glistened with her lubrication, which she produced in large quantities when masturbating to her wickedest fantasy of being restrained and taken against her will; for some reason she could not fathom, ever since she discovered the fantasy at age sixteen, the thought of being held down and forced made her wetter than anything else.
Sitting up, Lorna began cleaning her toy by smearing her juices in her pitiful cleavage. She was just barely too large to be invited to Jubilee and Kitty’s informal little club, but she felt a little jealous of the new blonde girl, half her age, whose bust, with several years of potential growth ahead, already matched hers. The green-haired mutant sighed to herself and put such thoughts out of her head, as they were beyond her control.
Holding her dildo with her powers and pushing her breasts together with her hands, she slid and twisted her metallic sex toy to rub off as much of her fluids as possible. That accomplished, she then levitated the device in the air in front of her face. Her eyes narrowed as she zoomed in to the atomic level. She willed the atoms to vibrate, wishing she could focus enough to make her toy vibrate while inside her; but, as demonstrated by tonight’s session, she could barely keep it thrusting properly while in the throes of pleasure.
Lorna vibrated the dildo for several minutes, until it had shaken off every last atom of her vaginal lubricant. She did not dare touch it yet – the forced atomic motion, of course, heated the metal quite a bit – instead letting it hang in the air to cool. Her lips formed a satisfied smile as she considered her favorite toy.
Eight inches long and one-point-five around, her dildo, which she called the “Silver Bullet,” was one of her first creations using her powers. Painstakingly molded from silver jewelry she could not stand to wear for various reasons, the Silver Bullet she had crafted to fit inside herself perfectly; as a further benefit, its metallic composition allowed her to operate it with her powers while all her limbs were restrained, as she had done tonight, which helped her immerse herself in her fantasy. Where most women might fear a metal phallus, she mused, it is absolutely the perfect toy for me and my desires. The care she had taken in forging the perfect sex toy she matched with her care in maintaining it; she could not stand the thought of it tarnishing after all the effort she expended crafting it, so she found her particular way to clean and sterilize it after use.
The Silver Bullet, now cool, floated into her hand. Lorna kissed the tip lightly before cradling it against her bosom and lying down to sleep. As a girl, she had often lain thus with a teddy bear or her new favorite-toy-of-the-week; she supposed it only made sense that, as an adult, she should go to sleep with her favorite adult toy.
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A/N: Sorry for the wait, everyone; I'm guessing everyone knows how hectic the holidays can be. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, as it was an attempt at another first for me (the bondage stuff). Even if the eroticism of this chapter was a little lacking, I'm pretty proud of the creativity of the character-situation pair.
As always, reviews are welcomed, especially for a chapter like this that needs some serious critique. A question for reviewers: I wanted it to seem ambiguous, at first, regarding whether or not Lorna was enjoying herself; how well did I carry it off?