Ibn Michael - Tamer and the Beast / The Problem with Linda
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The Problem With Linda
Submission Date: 2002-06-06 By: Ibn Michael [Clitoridectomy] [Straight]
Tamer soothes the savage beast between a young woman's legs.
I
Linda was a typical girl until she hit puberty, and that's when the trouble began.
Before the onset of her raging adolescent hormones, Linda hadn't paid much attention to her pussy, now it was her obsession. She remembered how unremarkable it had been, how she had seen other little girls naked, and found little difference between what was nestled between their legs and hers. How things had changed.
Soon after her first menses she watched her clit began to grow to twice the size it had been in her pre-pubescent days, and by the time she was in her late teens it swelled even further, until it was about the size of the last section of her pinky finger. From the start she could barely resist the urge to rub it at least once a day. When she reached her eighteenth birthday though, she was lucky if twice would suffice.
By the time Linda was in in her early twenties she was masturbating a minimum of three times a day. Constantly on the lookout for available, willing men, commitment was something she had decided she would never enjoy, and focused all of her attention on satisfying her ravenous desire for sex.
While reading a women's magazine one day she happened across an article detailing the many inappropriate treatments for women's health problems that had been commonplace over the past century. Killing time while waiting for her next conquest to take her to his apartment for the afternoon of intercourse required to satisfy her huge appetites, nothing in the article really interested her at all, and she began fidgeting, fighting to keep her mind occupied. Even something benign would be better than the excruciating tedium of sitting patiently sans diversion of any kind. Linda knew from past experience that excessive boredom would set her compulsive instincts ablaze, and more likely than not, she'd try to bed the first dick that crossed her path if only to quench the fire between her legs for a short time.
Then, as she scanned down the page, she came across a section that utterly captivated her. "Early Cures For Nymphomania". She felt her cunt instantly grow moist and tighten.
"From the late nineteenth through the early twentieth century, the favorite cure for Nymphomania was complete amputation of the clitoris..." the article read. For the first time in ages, she couldn't even remember how long it had been, she was thinking of something other than her next opportunity for relieving the overpowering urges that churned within her.
Within minutes her "date" arrived and whisked Linda away to a nearby motel. He wasn't wealthy, he wasn't particularly handsome. He wasn't particularly intelligent or kind either. He was however possessed of the somewhat rare ability to climax four or five times in one evening, along with a talent to delay the onset of his ejaculations for the most amazing intervals. He was everything Linda looked for in a man.
Virtually boiling from what she had read earlier in the magazine, she wasted no time in ravishing her stud with full force. Her clit just wouldn't quit. Over and over again, her mind kept wandering back to what she'd read. As she rode his rock hard tool, images of a group of men surrounding her as she lay bound to a large four poster bed utterly helpless, filled her sex soaked brain.
Every man was naked and sported a big, throbbing purple hard-on with a little drop of pre-cum leaking out the tip. Then, the one that seemed to be the leader of the group stepped forward, and forced his hard cock into her mouth, commanding her to satisfy him or face unthinkable consequences. Linda's cunt exploded with what was probably her tenth orgasm as the thought of roughly sucking on her captor's cock played out in her mind.
"Suck it you little slut!" she heard him say. The other men began to lick her steaming cunt, and suck on her hard nipples while she took her master's cock in her mouth. "You better cum as hard and often as you can! When we're done, we're gonna cut off that big clit of yours real slow and watch you squirm while you squeal your little lungs out!" Suddenly a long stainless steel knife was in her master's right hand, and he handed it to the man who was expertly eating her out. Raising his face from her steaming cunt, and accepting the knife from her master, the cunt lapper began to trace the deadly weapon's edge around and slightly under the hood of Linda's huge clit, a huge grin across his face the whole time.
At this point, Linda's stud in the real world noticed that his slut bunny's eyes had rolled back in her head and she seemed to be fucking him harder than she ever had. Her thighs held a painful grip on his hips, and her cunt was leaking so much juice he thought she might have lost control of her bladder. "Hey! Baby! Are you-" he began to say in an attempt to snap her out of her seizure when the most powerful orgasm of her life rocked her body, causing her cunt to lock down like a fist on his dick. His words were choked off as his body was caught completely by surprise at the heat and ferocity of her innards, causing him to involuntarily launch most of the contents of his nut sack into her flaming canal.
As her orgasm subsided, Linda literally fell off her lover onto the bed, and lay panting like a dog beside him. Suspended somewhere in limbo between the conscious and unconscious world , her pale little body lay flushed and covered in sweat. Her stud, being the humanitarian that he was, took this opportunity to slip away from her, towel off, dress and escape. Lacking the higher faculties that would have reminded him he could be easily identified by the authorities from the bountiful evidence he'd left behind, both genetic, and otherwise, he drove away without giving the situation a second thought.
As it turned out, Linda was destined for a full recovery. She awoke hours later, thankful the room was paid for until the morning. She had a migraine, and every muscle in her body seemed to ache, but for the first time since childhood, her cunt was completely satisfied.
II
Linda soon became obsessed with the thoughts that had fueled the most intense sexual experience of her adult life, and began searching incessantly in all venues that were available to her for references to the ideas that made her cunt burn with a heat she'd never known.
Her new interests had temporarily ended the pattern of sexual activity that she had pursued since her teens, causing those who knew her best to wonder whether they should celebrate her new direction in life, or be more concerned than ever. She'd burned the candle at both ends for so long that there was general concern the girl might have finally snapped.
After a full month of library research she was hotter than ever. Never in her adult life had she gone without sex for so long. In the privacy of her small apartment she logged onto the Internet, attempting to type and fondle her massive clit at the same time. She wore only a thin white t-shirt, her bare ample bottom resting on the itchy fabric of a computer chair. She shifted uncomfortably as the fibers irritated her delicate rear, but it was a mild distraction compared to the intense desire that emanated from the innards of her pussy, centering itself in her throbbing engorged clit. Her legs splayed wide, little moans of pleasure escaped her lips while she alternated between squeezing her big clit and stroking her glistening vulva, occasionally inserting a finger into her hot hole.
Visiting every fetish site she could access, Linda eventually found a forum she thought might yield the results she was searching for. Masturbating more fervently than ever, she clumsily typed out a personal ad with her left hand: "Submissive SWF, 27, 5' 4" 38D-26-38, 130 Lbs. Red and curly above and below. Seeks Master to tame the Beast that salivates between my thighs!" Linda was never one for subtlety.
Over the next few days she received dozens of replies, but none seemed to really offer what she was looking for until one particular message caught her eye.
"Hello Beast. I am the Tamer. You would benefit from my services. Our pairing is, I believe, an inevitability."
The eccentric educated quality that it possessed instantly attracted Linda. She was now firmly beyond the world she had recently outgrown and found herself as fascinated with life as she once had been years ago. Perhaps there was still some promise left for her in this world, she thought.
Linda communicated with the stranger for weeks before deciding to engage him on a more tactile level. They agreed to meet in a public place to assuage any feelings of danger to their person and decided it should be a restaurant familiar to both of them.
As she sat in a remote booth awaiting the arrival of her pervert, Linda grew anxious. She glanced constantly at the clock mounted on the far wall, and watched as it registered the very time they had agreed to meet. Looking down at the bread basket for moment, when Linda looked up she was met with sight of a tall distinguished looking man. He was dressed in a somewhat old fashioned double breasted dark suit and stood over six feet in height, his gray hair cut short and parted on one side on a very traditional manner. Although very handsome he looked every bit of fifty. "Pretty damned old for a really good lay!" Linda thought to herself.
"You must be Linda," the man said smiling, though it appeared rather forced and artificial. "Uh-huh," Linda replied, dazzling her new acquaintance with the eloquence she had acquired from years of association with the city's finest low lifes. "I am the Tamer," replied the man. Linda thought she began to hear the faint trace of an accent, English or something vaguely European, but maybe the asshole was just trying to play a mind game with her. At least it was different, and that was interesting. "Oh yeah, sit down," she said half-heartedly. Man this guy was old.
"I see you are somewhat disheartened by the difference in our ages," the Tamer stated bluntly as he seated himself across from Linda. "Oh no! Hey, you're only as old as you feel, right?" Linda replied, already feeling foolish for having said it. "I assure you I am quite fit," said the Tamer mechanically. As Linda looked into his face she saw his eyes were a piercing light blue set against striking Nordic features. Something about him reminded her of a picture of a timber wolf she'd seen once in a coffee table book. As she gawked he returned her stare with an icy gaze that seemed to penetrate through to her very center. Suddenly, as she continued to look at him wearing a dazed expression on her face, he lurched at her from across the small table grabbing hold of her hands with a vise like grip. Leaning a little more forward he whispered into her ear. "Fucking! Sucking! On the floor underneath me, taking all I've got. It's a chore as I'm hung like a bull, dear." Although it was uttered with the artifice of natural emotion, what came through loud and clear was a kind of anger and intense lust. Even these however, were severely modulated by an almost machine like quality within which seemed to dwell a massive unfeeling intellect. For an instant Linda was terrified, but she soon found herself overcome with sexual excitement as she again looked into Tamer's disturbing visage. She wondered why she should be so attracted to such a weirdo, but found herself at a complete loss for an explanation.
Both of them heard a waiter approaching from around the corner and he instantly released her, sitting back down as though nothing had happened. While the waiter took their orders completely oblivious to the profound strangeness that pervaded the scene, Linda cut her eyes, trying to catch glimpses of Tamer without him seeing her as he ordered so she could observe how he related to the server.
Without hesitation Tamer ordered for her, she barely noticed, occupied instead with observing his every move. When the waiter left he resumed his wolf like stare once again. "We will return to my residence after we conclude our business here," he stated flatly. "Kinda presumptuous aren't you?" said Linda curtly. "No. It is a simple fact, as inevitable as our meeting here," Tamer replied completely devoid of emotion. "How do you know I'll leave with you?!" said Linda, taunting him further. "You might say I'm an expert in knowing the mind of a person. I have considerable ability and experience in that arena," replied Tamer. "What, you're some kinda doctor or something!?" exclaimed Linda laughing softly. "Yes," Tamer replied staring intently at her, forcing her to look away in submission before him. "So what do I call you anyway?" she muttered sheepishly. "You shall call me Master," Tamer replied coldly. "What?" Linda shot back, laughing once again. She was immediately greeted with his stare again, and it looked as though he was planning another assault against her. "O.K.-O.K.!" she stammered trying to stave off another attack. "That's cool...Master," she concluded feeling silly and utterly subdued.
Their food arrived in a timely fashion and they ate in complete silence. It was one of the better meals Linda had ever enjoyed. How had he known her tastes?
When they had finished their meal Tamer promptly paid the waiter in cash and tipped him generously. He then wasted no time in escorting his newly acquired property out to his car. Linda remained speechless when she saw it was an older Rolls Royce, she was thoroughly horny now and didn't want to risk losing her shot at fucking this madman.
They continued in total silence as Tamer piloted his Rolls out of the city and into what Linda knew was an affluent suburb, home to several local politicians, doctors and lawyers. They paused at a large wrought iron gate as Tamer let down the window of the Rolls to enter a code into the security pad nearby. The gate drew slowly open before them and Tamer pressed on in petrified silence. They traveled almost a mile up a private road before coming upon what Linda assumed was Tamer's home. It was an old structure; a large two-story affair with gothic overtones. It reminded her more than a little of the cathedral in the old "Hunchback of Notre Dame" flick.
Here she would remain for the next week where he tormented her incessantly, inflaming her passion to greater heights with the passing of every day while allowing her not even the slightest respite from her carnal desires.
III
"You may sate yourself now somewhat, if you still choose to patronize those lower drives within you that I have chastised so well," her master stated coldly with the formality of the written word. "Oh God yes!" Linda answered immediately, and reached up, squeezing his massive penis by its root.
Her mouth had been watering for a taste of his huge cock for half an hour while she knelt before him in submission. It was so long and thick. Completely erect, the tip of its big bulbous head peeked out at her from inside his copious foreskin, gleaming in the dull light of the chamber with reddish-purple splendor. As she studied it closely she could just make out the rhythmic swelling of his colorful glands as they expanded and relaxed again and again in time with the beating of his heart. 'He must like what he sees.' Linda thought to herself. With her other hand she deftly pushed back his heavy foreskin exposing his massive dickhead for her anxious tongue. As she moved directly over his meat, slightly extending her tongue for a long denied taste of his big dick, she fully inhaled the ultra masculine scent that was released when she pulled back the sensitive skin, causing her pussy to literally drip with desire onto her master's floor.
Like a starving woman she slathered the head of his penis with her tongue, quickly availing herself of the opportunity to engulf as much of his massive rod as she was able down her frantic throat. Linda had never been with an uncircumcised man before and the intensified flavor that the fleshy shroud bestowed on the tip of his manhood was driving her wild with passion. Use to working with phalluses of more average dimensions, Linda was disappointed to find that she could only throat about seven inches of what must have been a ten inch penis, but she nonetheless performed the kind of expert service on his member that a girl possessed of her vast experience might be expected to.
Despite his attempt to appear disinterested and detached from the whole experience, her master soon began to succumb to her veteran efforts while she worked her way from one end of his sex to the other with deliberate resolve. Little sounds started to escape his lips, and he caught himself humping her mouth ever so gently. Deciding that he would not allow his little trollop to get the better of him, he resolved to remove his now blatantly throbbing cock from her mouth. It took some effort to remove her from his penis, and when his big purple dickhead finally issued from her sucking mouth with a resounding moist pop, she whined most audibly in protest, knowing better than to voice her objection in any articulate way.
The master completely ignored the look of frustration on her little freckled face, and instead forced her around and bent her over. "Spread your legs!" he commanded with uncharacteristic passion. Forgetting her deprivation, Linda was literally trembling with lust and she obeyed her master readily. With Linda unable to see his face, her master smiled as he enjoyed the sight of her trembling thighs, moist with the drippings of her raging womanhood. It was most enjoyable to have such control over the loins of this hot little bitch! There was certainly no need for any further preparation, and so he entered her in one swift motion, causing her to cry out not only from pleasure, but the intensity of the sensation generated by such a massive organ entering her so swiftly. Linda couldn't ever remember being so filled in all of her sundry experience, and she soon felt and orgasm as intense as the one she had experienced in the motel welling up from deep within her. All it took was a couple more strokes of her master's huge cock and she exploded in a shuddering violent orgasm, the muscles within her cunt wringing out her master's penis almost like a hand. Linda began to shake with unbelievable force for such a small girl, sweat covered her pale freckled little body, and her eyes rolled upwards as they had once before. Her mouth was completely agape, from deep within her chest came what sounded like the low groans of a female animal in heat. Her animalistic vocalizations were forced out of her with irregular rhythmic pumps of a quality not unlike an ancient bellows driven organ. She soon collapsed into the waiting arms of her master having lost consciousness in the throws of her epilepsy.
IV
When Linda awoke some two hours later, she found herself still completely naked, her arms and legs were completely spread. Her wrists and ankles were securely bound by leather straps to metal eyelets at the corners of what seemed to be a thick panel of wood about six feet long and four feet wide. She was not horizontal, but rather seemed to be reclining at something like a sixty-degree angle. She wondered just where the hell she was, and if she was even still at the home of her master.
"You're awake! How excellent," came the voice of her master out of the darkness that surrounded her. Linda let out a little fearful squeak and struggled to free herself in vain.
"Try to remain calm dear, you're simply taxing yourself," he said in the same lifeless tone to which she'd grown accustomed. He stepped out of the shadows and revealed his naked body to her once again. Linda suddenly calmed somewhat as she looked at him. "How are you my dear? You took a little turn for a while," he asked coldly and without real concern. "I-I had a headache and I was scared, but it's not so bad now," squeaked Linda timidly. "Which? Your fear or your headache?" her master asked, mocking her, a devious little smile on his face. "Both!" replied Linda a little shortly. "Watch your tone dear," her master replied with considerable imposition.
As he approached, Linda noticed he was sporting a huge hard-on and she lost what fear was left in her. She wasn't particularly lustful after such an intense release, but true to her nature she fixated on his bobbing dick anyway. How she loved penises, the look, the smell of them, everything. She then looked below his impressive cock at his huge balls wishing she had a free hand to squeeze them with as she sucked on his hard dick.
He was right next to her now. He bent down as if to pick something up, and she strained to see what it was. When he rose up again a bottle of lotion was in his hand. Removing the cap he squeezed a generous amount into his hand, and setting the bottle down began to rub it all over her body.
Linda's nipples stiffened and she moaned with pleasure. She could tell by the quivering in her cunt that her pussy was well on its way to being fully aroused again and she closed her eyes to better savor the pleasure her master was so graciously bestowing on her. With expert skill he gently massaged the substance into her ample breasts, fueling her desire by frequently coming deliciously close to her nipples, but seldom touching them. He played the same game with her cunt, and when he finally squeezed her big clit for no more than a second, she was bucking her hips as high as she could, trying desperately to make contact with his talented fingers.
"Look," said her master. "You've let it get the better of you once again. Will you never learn?" he continued mechanically. Linda opened her eyes and looked down towards her crotch. It was hard to miss her huge erect clit jutting up from the top of her pussy as it glowed with intense reddish-pink tones. "I'm afraid I'll have to take drastic measures, as you seem to be incapable of using it responsibly," he said, a dire resonance in his voice. Linda's eyes widened with excitement as she looked into his face, her own flushed red with lust.
She remained completely silent as he disappeared once again into the darkness only to return a moment later with a small shimmering device in his hand. Pre-cum now glistened at the tip of his big dickhead, and he seemed a little harder than before. Linda struggled a little again, not out of fear this time, but with the hope that one of the straps might give way, allowing her to get a little feel of his massive equipment before he could restrain her once again. As he approached she could just identify the device he was carrying as a pair of large stainless steel clippers like she'd seen in a podiatrist's office once while the doctor fucked her brains out in the patient's chair.
Now standing next to her once again he plainly showed her the clippers. "This simple device will provide the deliverance you so desperately need," her master explained. He moved from her side so that he now stood at the base of her feet. Still clutching the clippers in his right hand, he leaned forward and supported himself with his arms on each side of her shapely hips and lowered his face into her steaming snatch. Linda moaned loudly with approval as he sucked directly on her engorged clit and lapped at her slick vulva and burning hole.
Within a few minutes she was on the brink of orgasm, her juices soaking into the unfinished wood beneath her. Suddenly her master stopped, prompting Linda to jerk her head up from the board. "Goddamn it! Don't stop now!!" she exclaimed, desperate for release. But her master said nothing, and instead brought the clippers up to her clit and opened them, positioning the blades on either side of the most crucial part of her womanhood. Even though she was somewhat angry with him, the sight of his holding the clippers so while he looked coldly into her eyes with an expression that gave every indication that he was capable of relieving her of her clitoris without hesitation caused her to orgasm lightly. As he watched her mini-spasms begin, he squeezed her clit with the blades of the clippers making them bite into the sides of it without breaking the skin. Linda's head immediately jerked downwards again to see what he was up to, and the sight of it pushed her over the edge into full orgasm.
Her master bided his time, remaining in position while Linda shuddered through her second major climax of the evening. When it became apparent that her orgasm was subsiding, he firmly pressed the handles of the clippers together, cleanly severing Linda's huge clit right at the base. Linda screamed instantly and looked down in desperation only to see her master's smiling face as he held her severed clit in his hand. Tears welled up in her eyes and flowed unceasingly onto the wood on either side of her head. Suddenly her master climbed atop her, abruptly forcing the wooden panel into a horizontal position, crazed with sexual excitement he inserted his rampant member into Linda's hot cunt to the hilt, and proceeded to fuck her hard. Linda wailed in pain while she struggled to free herself to no avail. She cursed him and spat into his face, but it only seemed to excite him all the more. After what seemed like an eternity he shot a huge load into her. Trembling with weakness, he climbed off of her and lay on the floor drenched in sweat.
V
Not long after her master's ejaculation Linda once again lost consciousness. When she awoke she found her self inexplicably in her own apartment tucked neatly into bed. In a panic she threw back the covers and looked between her legs to assess the horrible damage that must have been done to her but instead saw simply her big clit and pussy as they'd always been. What the hell had happened?
Her first thought was to gather up every piece of evidence she could find, but a burning need to piss determined her only immediate course of action. As she relieved herself in the bathroom, she felt the unmistakable familiar feeling of a man's warm cum oozing out of her cunt and into the toilet. Putting her hands between her legs to catch some of the stuff she brought some of the jizz on her fingers up to her nose and smelled it. It was her master's cum, no doubt. How had he managed this?
After a shower and some much needed sleep Linda thoroughly searched for any clues that might explain her baffling experiences but found nothing until she checked her e-mail for messages and found the following: "Hello dear. Are you curious as to last night's turn of events? If you wish to proceed further contact me at Tamer@msn.com. You are an impudent little creature aren't you?" The e-mail contained numerous photos of bound and helpless young women straining against their bonds while obviously sexually excited. Once again Linda's hand slipped between her legs and began to rub her throbbing clit.
End