Jade Unicorn Ch. 09

This is the end of this set of stories, but perhaps there is more to explore with these characters? Please let me know your interests in hearing more about them by leaving a comment. And, of course, please do give it the number of stars that reflects your enjoyment; it helps me know I've connected with you. - ek.

We kissed goodbye in the morning, in the entry: Lise waiting for a ride to the airport, Jade hopping a tram to school, and I, already late for an appointment, racing to the car.

"Call us!" I shouted on my way to the garage.

"I'll call you when I land!"

Jade had been teary all morning, setting the tenor for all of us.

"I have some presents for you," Lise said, later. "I'll leave them in the den. You can open them when you get back."

"When will you be back?" Jade had asked the night before, her fingers playing with Lise's nipples, enjoying the sound she made when she tweaked them in just a certain way.

"A couple months…oh!"

That could mean anything. But I kept quiet; Jade might have been thinking the same thing, or maybe she was still innocent enough to believe it. The truth was that Lise couldn't predict when or where her job took her. She would be back whenever she could make it, or, like this time, when she couldn't wait any longer for a proper fuck. But maybe there was more truth to her answer this time. Jade had changed, with Lise's guidance, but Lise had definitely changed as well. Jade and I both felt it, seeing the possibility of Lise's longer term commitment.

Jade was in the den by the time I'd returned, her present sitting on the coffee table, her face glued to her screen.

"You waited for me. That was nice." I picked mine up and sat next to her, placing hers on her lap.

Mine was smallish, the box not much bigger than my hand. Hers was obviously clothes: a pillow shaped package, light and soft.

"Wow," I said admiring the gift. "That'll look amazing on you!"

She'd already gotten up to press it against her front, confirming it would fit. "I should try it on, right?"

I nodded, watching as she laid it down and stripped off to her panties.

"Why leave those on?"

She stuck her tongue out at me, but I was being serious. She pulled the outfit up her legs: a one-piece cotton jumpsuit, sheer enough to see her golden-brown skin, except around her breasts. There were cotton pads there that hid her nipples. Zipped up, she looked practically undressed, except she was completely covered. I could see the outline of her underwear, understanding why she'd left it on.

I unwrapped mine, pulling out a paper wrapped object, greenish tones peeking out. Unwrapping it, I could see it was a horse…and then it transformed into a unicorn carved from a green stone. It was beautiful, detailed and delicate.

"Holy shit," she exclaimed. "A unicorn…?!"

I nodded and looked at her, the meaning sinking in. "A Jade unicorn."

A few weeks later, Jade came to dinner with a strange expression. "I…hmmm, I'm not sure what's happening, actually…I…I'm a little worried, actually!"

I shook my head once, waiting for something more. When she stayed silent, I prompted her. "Are you physically unwell? Might you be pregnant? Did something happen at school?"

She giggled. "No, NO!, and, well, yes, but not today."

I waited.

"I think I met someone…?"

I felt some small thing in me break. Not my heart. Not that big, but something more in my core. A crystal thing.

"Someone…?"

She couldn't look me in the face, her gaze at the table top, nodding.

"And is he a student? Is he part of your research group?" I was quiet. I was calm. I knew something had changed, that this wasn't another one of her experiments or research. "You know whatever it is you can tell me, right? T and H, Jade. No matter what."

She broke down and cried, not sobbing or wailing, just tears flowing down her face, her cheeks twisted up, her mouth quivering. I reached over and hugged her, and she wrapped her arms around me, the sobbing starting for real.

I comforted her, whispering that it was okay, that she should follow her heart. We stayed like that for awhile until she could talk about it, and once she started, she couldn't stop.

She was conflicted—she felt something for him she'd never felt before, but she didn't want to lose what she'd come to think of as her life.

It was the pure moment of youth: you don't know the value of what you've got because you don't know what to compare it to. Should I have 'fought' for her? I could hear her making the argument, like she had made so many times before: 'If I really cared for her, I'd fight for her.' Even when I heard it in my head I laughed.

The irony was that she didn't even bring it up. Either she knew it wouldn't matter, or she realized that there was nothing to fight. Fight her feelings for another person? Fight her growing apart? Fight her right to choose her own path?

She didn't move out right away, and she didn't stop wanting to have sex. It was sweet, actually. A calm, sweet, familiar feeling. How did she explain it to him? I was only curious in an academic way, but she didn't offer, and I didn't care enough to ask. I knew she was having sex with him; I could smell him on her, and on more than one night, she'd ask me to suck on her, to pull his cum out of her. I thought it was cute. He didn't taste so bad.

"I need you to fuck me like you own me," she said the night before she was ready to go.

"I don't know what that means," I responded. "I don't know what it's like to 'own' someone."

"Property. Like I'm your property."

I shook my head. It wasn't even close to a turn-on for me, and I told her that.

She looked angry, or frustrated. "I want to feel like an object of your desire."

Ahh. That I understood. "You aren't feeling guilty, are you? That sounds like you want to be used, that you don't want to feel anything."

She looked past me, her expression tight. "I don't feel…guilty. I do feel as if I've wronged you, and I know that's not how you feel. But I feel like I should be held accountable for what I've done. I know. We've discussed this a hundred times, but I can't shake it."

We had gone over this several times since she'd met him, and it had occurred to me each time that whatever her argument, it was hiding her need to feel punished. This was her last chance at redemption, to be held to account for her offense against me. Even if she couldn't admit that it was a false perspective and that I didn't share her point of view. This time, I had a flash of insight.

"Come with me." We had been in the solarium, watching the sunset. For the past few weeks, since her decision to leave, she'd been more reserved in her nudity, throwing on a shirt or shorts when we weren't having sex. It was amusing to me; she was unconscious about it. Or maybe he had made her commit to it. She was clearly his bottom; she was conflicted in her loyalties. So much to learn.

"Wait." I stopped her, the setting sun framing her against the windows. I walked back and raised her arms, slipping the t-shirt off. She almost wrapped her arms around herself, but caught herself and stopped, unsure where to put her arms, her hands. "On the top of your head."

I unhooked her bra, releasing her breasts. From my position she was silhouetted against the sun, her sleek figure clearly nude, but nothing visible. I slipped her shorts and underwear down, seeing her jewelry glinting softly in the reflected light. "Stay like that for a sec."

I raised my phone and took pictures of her, backlit by the sun, she was a statue, a goddess, naked but not revealed. I walked around her, photographing her back, her naked cheeks reflecting gold in the setting sun.

"Turn for me," I said softly, "show me what I'll be missing. Show him what he's missing."

She followed my directions, keeping her hands on her head, her breasts coming into the light, her rings glinting golden against the black hair around her lips.

"Nice. Hold it there." She was nibbling her lower lip. I kept taking pictures, until the sun had set, leaving her in a bluish tinged aureole: a golden goddess surrounded by a blue halo.

I undid my belt and knelt in front of her. "What does he think of these?" I fed the tongue through the middle rings and closed the loop, standing up.

"He…he loves them…they're one of the reasons he fell for me."

I nodded, pulling gently on them, her labia extending before she gasped and followed me.

When we arrived at the dungeon, her labia were swollen, not from irritation but from arousal. She was panting, not sure what I had in store. I'd never been quite this forceful with her, even though she was willingly participating. "You know this won't be like you've been with Lise," I said. Or like with him, I guess. She nodded, her head down. I could smell her.

I stood her in the room, my belt hanging from the rings, her labia dragged toward the floor, posing her for more pictures. "I'll send you them." She licked her lips and chewed on her bottom lip, nodding, looking around.

I had been considering my choices: 'object' meant separating her from me, placing her in space, being observed. She would need to be restrained, to remove her agency. But this wouldn't be shibari; that was intimate. And it needed to be novel, not a repeat of anything we'd done; we'd avoided 'object' as much as possible.

She needed to be objectified at the start. We'd start with restraints. I glanced to the ceiling, making sure she saw me confirming the hardware was still there, and opened the cupboard to grab the necessities.

"What…umm…I…"

"Shhh, Jade. Objects don't talk. I may have to gag you, do you understand?"

She swallowed, her eyes widening. She'd never seen this in me. On purpose. It wasn't part of our dynamic. But now that she had chosen to separate herself, had asked me to objectify her, we were going to satisfy her the best way I knew how.

"You remember your safe word. And your song." Fittingly from the musical.

She nodded, her lip practically inside her mouth.

"Again, for my sake, you understand this won't be the way Lise has done it. This isn't like that." I waited until she acknowledged me before continuing. I started with her arms: cuffing her wrists and raising them above her head. Attaching them together, I fed a rope through an eyelet on the cuffs, and then over a hook in the ceiling, letting the ends fall to the floor.

"I like the way your breasts stand at attention when you're stretched out this way. Your nipples are very inviting."

She looked down to see what I was seeing and looked back as I continued my preparations.

"Shhh. This is my last warning." She had whimpered slightly, for no reason I could imagine, except a rising anxiety from her imagination.

I dragged a concrete foundation block, fitted with a ratcheting connector, a few feet behind her, pulling the rope through and tightening it until her body was stretched taut. Her heels were still on the floor, but not for long.

"It's been a while since I've done this scene, Jade. Eva never got off on it for herself, but she loved doing it with others. Me, especially. So different from the rope work we've been enjoying, right?"

I reached up and stroked her nipples, watching as they crinkled and swelled.

"You can see how easy it is to make use of you: your breasts, your cunt. Eva enjoyed the anticipation, the promise of…what do you anticipate, Jade? You may speak."

"Oh, fuck, Elroy. I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…I know it was shitty of me. I…you're…not angry…this isn't…revenge…?"

I stroked her cheek and smiled, staring her in the eyes. "I'm not angry Jade. This isn't revenge. You have nothing to feel sorry for. You fell in love. That's a beautiful thing. And now…now you are giving me the gift of your body, before you leave. What are you anticipating?"

She shivered, her breasts swaying, her tongue working her lips. "I," she looked down to see my cock, but I was still dressed. There was a hint of a bulge there. "I am thinking you're going to fuck me until you're satisfied, whether you allow me to cum or not. I'm seeing you fuck me in my ass and my cunt, but I wanted to feel your cock down my throat and that doesn't look like it's going to happen."

I nodded, stroking her nipples as she related her fantasy, watching her muscles moving under her arms, along her thighs, her jaw.

"Thank you for letting me know what you were imagining, Jade. That is exactly what I wanted to hear. Now, I'm going to do as you asked. You asked to be the object of my desire. I will treat you like an object."

I set up two tripods and video cameras for a two angle shot, ignoring her silent questions. This would be a present for her, for them: a photo montage of her objectification, something she could study after she'd gone, something he could use however he wanted.

"Objects are admired, viewed, studied. They are ornaments, art, scientific curiosities. But they are silent; they cannot see; they cannot hear; they cannot speak.

"I know, shhh, shhh. I know. This is different. This isn't me. This isn't us." I whispered softly in her ear. "You know what to say, or, what to hum, because an object can't speak."

I showed her the gag before I fitted it into her mouth. It was a rubber coated ring: her lips wrapped around it, her jaw forced open. In the video she looked like she was astonished, her expression an open "oh!" I secured it behind her neck and showed her one of its accessories: a silicon dildo that slipped across her tongue and into her throat.

"A poor substitute for my cock, but it will have to do, for now."

She was struggling not to gag, her throat making gurgling noises and her stomach contracting. "You know what to do to make it stop," I whispered again, close to her ear. "I love you, Jade, and I promised you I would never hurt you. Please put a stop to this as soon as you need. Until then, I will make you an object of desire."

I took out a blindfold—an effective blackout mask—and molded it to her face, wrapping the straps behind her head. She shook her head, her gagging stopping for a moment, followed by a belch, her lips struggling against the ring.

"Are you humming?"

She shook her head, drool leaking down her chin, dropping onto her breasts.

"And, objects can't hear. I'm going to put a microphone next to your throat so I can hear you humming if you decide to stop, okay?"

She nodded, regulating her breathing through her nose, her chest rising and falling in a gentle pattern as I wrapped a wire around her neck. A moment later, the sounds from her throat were amplified from speakers in the ceiling.

I placed sound deadening plugs in her ears, covering them with headphones playing white noise.

I watched her for a minute, confirming the cameras were capturing her as I was seeing her: cut off from the world, a body, two breasts, her nipples pushed out by her jewelry, a cunt, held closed by her rings and my belt. I knew what she was going through. The times Eva had isolated me, I recalled the initial panic, her calming me, followed by a period of peace, of leaving my body. Until she played me. I waited until I could sense Jade settling, her jaw relaxing, her head drooping, her spit flowing into her chest.

I dragged two more blocks next to her, placing them about four feet apart, just outside her feet. I gently stroked her cheek and she jerked, her muffled cry distorted in the room. I continued caressing her, down her neck, her ribs, her waist, thigh, calf until I rubbed her foot and moved it to its nearby block. I secured it there, rubbing her calf for a moment, feeling the warmth of her skin, knowing it was disorienting, distracting, not my usual caress.

I repeated the ritual on her left side, so that now she was barely supported by the balls of her feet, her body sagging slightly. I tightened the rope and she shrieked, not in pain, but surprised, her jerks twisting her for a moment before she calmed.

She had thought I would fuck her, and I probably would, in all the places she'd imagined, but first I wanted her to feel like an object, to experience being an object. And for that, I didn't want her to feel another human's touch.

I dragged another block in front of her, taking a coil of thin nylon cord from a drawer. Gently telegraphing my intentions, I stroked her breast, playing with her jewelry. A few weeks after getting them, she'd attached two accessories on the nipple rods—open loops—which she'd left on. Probably at his request. I slipped the cord through the loops on her right breast and carefully pulled it toward the block, tightening it until her breast was pulled out and down, held taut by the cord. The speakers emitted a continuous high pitched keening, her fingers wriggling in their prison. After immobilizing her left breast, I took snapshots for her diary.

I slid the pommel horse, aligning it behind her, dropping it nearly to the floor. Positioned between her legs, but not yet touching her, I opened its seat and oriented the two arms to her holes. I knew with her primary senses deadened her skin would be sensitive to the movement of air, her feet could feel the vibrations from the floor. She knew something was happening between her legs but she didn't know what.

Her gurgled moans came over the speakers, but it wasn't the hum of a broadway musical. She yelped when I opened her cheeks and dropped lube on her anus. She wriggled, as much from surprise as from the sensation. I inserted my finger to get her slippery, before bringing up the machine and carefully pushing the anal peg against her hole. The speaker erupted with another moan, this one sounding more like pleasure than surprise.

I left the peg just at her entrance, spreading her cheeks to watch her sphincter open and close, trying to either grab or expel the intruder. Letting them go, I turned my attention to her cunt.

I rarely used the term, reserving it for specific occasions. This was one of those cases. Jade used it about herself rarely, but not never, a topic of conversation we'd had a few months into our relationship.

"Suck my cunt," she directed me during a late night extended love-making. "I need to feel your tongue deep in me."

"Stick your hard cock up my cunt," she demanded a few weeks later. "I want to spread my slime all over that stick of wood."

Later, lying in our hazy afterglow I asked her why she used 'cunt' vs. 'pussy' vs. other less common but euphemistic terms I'd noticed she'd used for her genitalia.

She nuzzled her nose into my neck and breathed in deeply. "I don't really care for either of those terms, usually. I think they're demeaning and crude. But sometimes, when I'm really keyed up, 'cunt' is the right word to use. I've never used it before you," she remarked. "That's interesting. Help remind me tomorrow to make a note of it."

But as an object, Jade's body ceased to be romantic or sentimental: she had parts, and those parts were used for purposes. Her cunt was going to be used, by me eventually, but now to reinforce her objectification.

I undid the belt, pulling it slowly through her rings, the movements triggering more noises over the speaker, her back arching in response or need. Watching her opening, seeing the moisture gathering there, I considered my next moves carefully. An image of her labia pulled wide open, stretched and extended, gave me the purpose I needed.

I stroked them, sliding my fingers down the outsides and up along her slit, the rings bumping cool against my skin. Under other circumstances, I'd have teased her, describing what I was seeing, what I was going to do. But she was deaf to the room.

Leaving her, I returned to the cabinet, gathering several lengths of fine silken rope. I slid them through my hands, enjoying their slipperiness. Eva had reserved these for particularly sweet tortures, ones that didn't risk them getting wet or stained. I considered the damage my use would do to them, taking a moment to think of other options. There were nylon cords, but not enough of the right length. There were lots of other ropes, but they were either too few, too thick, or too short.

Slipping the first through the top ring on her right labia, I spiraled the lengths along her leg back to the block at her right foot, looping it through its connector, but leaving it slack. I repeated the process with the other five rings, her labia heavy from the weight, her legs evenly wrapped with the silvery cords. Her breathing had become labored, the dildo forcing small snorts from her nose.

I lifted a headphone and quietly checked in. She nodded her okay, breathing more deeply and slowly. I patted her between her shoulder blades, returning her to her white noise. I returned to my task. Slowly, very slowly, I took up the slack on the first ring until the top of her labia was pulled open but not strained, carefully adjusting the coil on her thigh. I brought them all to the same level of tension and stepped back to survey my work.

She was tied open, but not uncomfortably. She could move, slightly, without pulling any of the rings too far. I envisioned the vaginal rod entering and exiting her, her need to move against it, to grab it, to get it in a better position. I wanted her to have that privilege at first; I would adjust the cords as we progressed. I took several snapshots: closeups of my handiwork on her cunt, full length shots from various angles showing her breasts held taut, her nipples straining against the rods, her armpits open, the muscles tight against her skin, and closeups of her face, a portrait of a young woman in tension.

I fine tuned the vaginal rod, my line of sight made easier with her stretched lips, bringing its tip to her entrance. She yelped and jerked, then yelped again when her reaction pulled against the rings, and jerked a third time as her opening enveloped the tip of the rod. She held there, her breathing ragged. I could only hope she had finally figured out what was about to happen. I pulled up a chair and stripped off, my cock finally free, swelling to lift slightly off my sac. From this position, I could easily adjust the machine and the ropes, but I couldn't see her face.

The video would just have to do.

She was breathing hard again, the tension of waiting, the knowledge that she was about to be violated in her other two holes increasing her need to move, but she knew she couldn't. I could see her attempts: tiny movements from her waist, pushing slightly against the rods, her sphincter continuing to pulse, but it wasn't nearly enough.

This was when Eva really shined. She had the patience of Job. I remembered how hard it was to hang in the balance, to try and do something, anything, and be thwarted. And then giving up, giving in, finding that inner peace, that place removed from my body. The place some people call subspace.

Because an object has no animus; it isn't imbued with a life force. For Jade to become an object of desire, she needed to let go. I didn't know what he'd been doing with her, how she was serving him. Lise had trained her. A lot. That final few days Lise had pushed her into new places. But I hadn't experienced it with her alone. Her challenge, in that moment, was letting go with me. Yes, we'd played in the dungeon numerous times; I'd edged her, sometimes for days. Still, we hadn't delved deeply into the game, just the two of us.

I wasn't sure if she would find that place. I listened carefully to her vocalizations, the gurgling and moaning. It might have been frustration, which was okay, or arousal, also okay, but I was waiting for it to calm, to simply be.

And, it came, so slowly I couldn't distinguish when it happened, but she had settled. Her body was less tense, her noises quieter, her breathing regular and relaxed.

I started the two rods simultaneously, both excruciatingly slowly, giving her body a chance to envelop them. She cried out, but didn't struggle, opening her anus as best she could, the lube enabling the tapered black peg to slide in without resistance. The dildo entered her vagina unencumbered: she was wet, and most importantly, her labia couldn't be pulled in.

She began to grunt in rhythm as the two rods bottomed out and then nearly exited. I adjusted them so that she'd be impaled by one and then the other, never completely empty. I took a closeup video of her flesh being pulled as the anal probe exited, and slightly tucked as it entered, the lube glossy. The vaginal dildo was bigger, its effect the same: her vaginal walls, dark pink and lustrous, pulled out slightly and then tucked in as it penetrated her.

The grunts turned to moans as she adjusted to the rhythm. I upped the speed slightly, getting up to take a closeup of her clit. It was swollen and probably a source of frustration: exposed to the air but not being directly stimulated. I wanted to be certain that was true, reaching my fingertip to lightly brush across it. She screamed and jerked, the rods impaling her, the ropes holding her and she jerked again, but my finger was long gone. Now I was certain she would be frustrated.

I let the machine do the work, my cock asking for attention. I ignored it for the moment, relishing my own denial.

She had started to quiet again, the sound of the machine louder than her own gurgling and mewling. I waited, channeling my inner Eva, monitoring Jade's anus and cunt to make sure the rods were moving fluidly and not abrading her. I tightened her labial cords, listening to her moans deepen, her movements, small as they'd been, reduced to a contraction of a glute, a tensioning of a thigh. I tightened her nipple cords, watching her breasts pulled further from her chest, her hands opening and closing, pleading with me. I took a closeup of her expression: young woman, her eyes covered, but her mouth open wide in surprise as if a stranger had placed his hand on her butt, or worse, slid it across her pussy.

We'd been there an hour, and I was just about to bring her to the edge when I heard my phone. I had a fleeting thought it might be work related, until I remembered it was a Sunday.

It was Lise. I glanced at Jade to make sure she was okay before answering.

"Hey! Nice to hear from you! Wait. What time is it there?"

"It's fucking ohdarkthirty, but I saw her post and I wanted to check in with you. You okay?"

I grunted. "I'm fine. I mean, I'm a little surprised, but not like, shocked. It was bound to happen. You?"

She hmphd. "Me. I'm a little disappointed, frankly, but I guess I shouldn't be. We've been saying all along how young she is." She paused. "What is that noise?"

I laughed. "Hold on…Oh! You want to see her?" I switched to video and flipped the camera so she could see the two of us.

"What in the lord's name are you doing to her!!!?? That…is that a cock gag???" Her eyes were raised and her hand was over her mouth. "And her breasts! My god, that's amazing! You've never done that to me! Is she okay? Are you punishing her?"

I laughed harder. "Did you want me to do that to you? Wait, I don't…"

"You couldn't do that.."

"…think I could do that to you!"

"…couldn't do that to me!"

"But I could make allowances…"

"Allowances?"

"You know, adjustments. Punishing her…that's funny. She practically asked me to punish her. She's feeling guilty about dumping us and I couldn't convince her to drop it. But, no. I'm not punishing her. I'm objectifying her.

"She said, and I quote: 'I want to be the object of your desire.'"

"Adorable. She's still adorable."

"She'll be sorry she missed you. Oh! Wait. Hold on! She can't hear you, but I'll let her see you."

I touched her cheek and she moaned. I lifted her headphone and told her I was going to take the blindfold off.

Her eyes were shut tight until she felt comfortable enough to open them, blinking them to clear the tears. I held up the phone, watching Lise wave and smile.

Jade's reaction was predictable: she tried to say something, she tried to smile, she tried to move, all of which resulted in her twisting and twitching, her eyes opening wider as the ropes pulled at her and the rods kept up their prodding. She screamed a little, but just nodded her head.

"You sure she's okay?"

"She's fine. She knows what to do. But I should get back to it. When am I going to see you, for reals?"

"Couple of weeks. I don't know why I do this to myself," she shifted the camera, pointing it down her body. She had two fingers inside her, her thumb rolling on her raspberry. "I just get more worked up!!!"

I blew her a kiss and hung up, turning back to Jade. She tried to protest when I replaced the blindfold, to no effect, except I turned off the machine, leaving the rods at whatever position they came to. She needed to calm again; to get back to that place, to leave her body. Oh fuck, I could hear her saying, if she could. Please let me cum. I smiled thinly, deciding when, or if that was going to happen.

*-*-*-*

I was massaging out her wrists, talking her down. Her eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, searched my face, the question she'd just asked hanging between us.

"It's not goodbye, Jade. It's just 'so long for now.' You're always welcome here. And whoever you're with, too. Of course." I leaned down and kissed her face, her neck, across her breasts, the aroma of the cream I'd worked into her nipples earlier, filling my nose. "And you should never, ever compare your lovers. Never. It leads to nothing good." Would he be able to give me what you've given me? I mentally shrugged. No. Of course not.

She closed her eyes and lay on the bed too exhausted to move, letting me caress her, massage her, bringing her back from that place we'd never spent much time in…before…but which she had definitely acquired an appetite for…with others. The doubt, a tiny seed, planted while she was an object, she'd always railed against the notion, intellectually, but now, having let go, having inhabited that place, even for a few minutes, less than an hour, she was curious about what it might be like…with me.

I'd hung up with Lise and let Jade calm again, hearing her breathing steady and her body untense. I decided to bring her out of it, gradually, but with every intention of leaving her unsatisfied. Let her finish with him, or not. The thought made me smile. It was my gift to both of them.

I started with the headphones, removing the mic and then the ear plugs. I turned down the lights and removed her blindfold, whispering that I was going to get her unhooked soon. I removed the gag, letting her swallow, massaging her jaw and planting kisses on her nose and eyelids and cheeks.

"I'm going to remove the poles from your anus and cunt, Jade, but I need you to hold still, so I'm going to keep you attached to the ropes for a bit more." She stared at me, blinking, her facial muscles too sore to make a face.

Before removing her anal peg, I slowly pulled the rod out of her cunt, inhaling her scent and confirming her vaginal walls were still well lubricated. Placing my fingers on her anus, I pushed gently into her, at the same time sliding the rod out, noting any fluids other than lubricants. Just a little shit, no blood. I pushed the horse all the way through her legs, rotating it parallel to her waist just in front of her, being careful to stay below the nipple ropes. Then, very slowly, I loosened her wrist rope, at the same time I maneuvered the breast block toward the horse. I was keeping her nipples pulled down while allowing her to lower her torso over the horse. It wasn't graceful, but in the end her breasts remained taut. Her legs were still immobilized, and now her asshole and cunt we're completely exposed, the labia ropes still coiled around her legs.

"You can relax now Jade. I'm going to give you what you hoped for, and you don't need to move a muscle." She barely acknowledged me, in that liminal space between a dream and fully waking, the onslaught on her body not yet over.

I slipped on a condom and dripped lube over her puckered hole, watching it squeeze against the cold. "Here we go, Jade. I'm going to fuck you in the ass, like you asked. Don't feel you need to move. An object doesn't move." And I slid in. She gasped when I seated my cock fully inside her, my hands resting on her shoulders. And then I pulled out and she gasped again. And in, forcing a grunt.

"hnh…ohhhfckkk…. hnnh…ffffff……. hnh……hnnh"

I didn't slam into her, but I wasn't taking it easy either. Steady, firm, I watched my cock entering and exiting her, enjoying her rectum grabbing me, feeling my head swell. I pushed in to the hilt again and stood up, pressing against her cheeks. Reaching around her waist I felt for her clit and lightly tapped it, getting the response I had hoped for.

"OH FUCK!" it came out like an ejaculation, riding her exhale and barely a whisper. "Nononononoooohhhhhfckkkkk." I kept up the tapping, watching her try and move against me, trapped by my thighs, just as much as she was stretched by the ropes. "Yesyesyesyesyesyestahnkyouthankyouthankyou." She was heading for a climax and I stopped, pulling out of her. I stepped back to see her contractions, her anus grabbing at air, her pelvis trying to rotate but stopping at the limits of the ropes. "NOOOOOoOoooOOoooo!!!! Pleasepleaseplease, I…was…" She lost her voice, dropping to a whisper.

Her cunt was almost winking at me, her vagina opening and closing slightly, her labia peeled back like artichoke leaves. She was drooling, moisture building along the bottom ridge of her perineum, before dripping onto the side of the horse. I peeled off the condom and lined my cock up to her hole, rubbing my fingertips along her stretched labia, feeling the rings as they penetrated her.

"I'm going to fuck your cunt, Jade. Just like you asked. I might cum inside you, or maybe not. I'm not that close. Tell me if you want me to stop, or if you want me to fuck you so hard you'll cum."

She moaned, too wiped out to respond.

"Okay. Here we go!" I slipped into her hole, slowly, gradually, feeling the warm wet sleeve of her channel sliding across my head, my shaft, until the wet entrance kissed my sac where it met the base of my penis. I ground against her, pushing her into the horse and again rested my hands on her shoulders. And then I began to fuck her as hard and as fast as I could, my cock ramming into her, pistoning. Her grunts at each of my thrusts began to merge into one low hum. I kept it up for as long as I could manage, perhaps only thirty cycles, before I pulled out and caught my breath. Her lips had swollen, a deep golden red, her vagina a dark dusty rose. She had gasped when I left her, but the hum had continued, her head lost in sensation. I reached around to tap her clit again and got a more subdued reaction, with a whispered plea to keep going, to bring her over the top.

I repeated the fucking for at least three more cycles, some not as long as the first, some a little longer. My cock was inflamed, the head a deep purple, pulsing with my heart beat.

"Please," she whispered. "Please finish…I can't…I need…"

I gently ran my hands down her shoulders, her back, her cheeks, and stepped away.

"Shhh…Jade. Shhh…You know how to end this. I'm almost done, and then you can cum." I walked around to stand in front of her, her head dropped. "You don't have to do a thing. I'm going to fuck your throat, just like you asked."

She shook her head, but didn't stop me, dropping her mouth open to take me. I held her head softly, aligning with her throat and shoved slowly past her entrance, smearing her lips with her cunt juice. Again, I buried myself to the hilt, her nose shoved into my pubic hair. "I'm going to use your throat like the object of my desire, Jade. Tell me when to stop if you need me to."

And I slowly fucked her, much slower than I'd fucked her cunt or ass, a gentle slow motion penetration deep into her and then out, and deep in again, feeling her muscles ripple against me, until I couldn't hold back, my semen jetting into her. I held her still while my cock jerked against her, her tongue barely lapping. And then I slipped out, stroking her neck, her ears, her hair.

Now, lying on the bed, her nipples bright red, her labia swollen and dark red, her clit nearly standing at attention outside its hood, I stroked her cheek. "You need to sleep. Get some rest. We'll have breakfast before you leave tomorrow."

"Fuck you," she whispered, not angry, just irritated. "You left me hanging. I hate this feeling!"

I kissed her and told her it was my parting gift. To leave her hot and horny for her man.

She shook her head, her eyes closed and whispered it again. "Fuck you, Elroy." And then, before she went unconscious, a promise. "This isn't over."