by Anneke Jacob
Vizay’s big eyes looked at him over her gag. The gag itself helped support her head; Garid could see the chain pulling it up from the back. Her arms were raised behind her, and their joined wrists had their own chain up to the ring. Her legs, well spread, were bent at the knees, and each ankle was suspended from a separate chain. Most of her weight was on broad straps under her hips and chest.
Garid circled round to take in the full effect of this arrangement. He had often suspended his own Jeedy, but that was by the wrists or ankles, or both. He relished the way Vizay’s flesh pressed itself around the straps that took most of her weight, and how the weight of her head drove the thick gag deep into her mouth. Her breasts hung sweetly, round, flecked with shifting green shadows.
A stronger breeze gusted through the courtyard, and the leaves rustled. The strapped body swayed along with the grapes, and Garid, puzzled, heard the tinkling noise again. Vizay, who had been hanging very still, now shifted and pulled her arms in a little, and as a result rocked back and forth above their heads. Garid tracked the resulting tinkling to little bells suspended on fine, almost invisible silky threads. Focused on the suspended female flesh, he had missed the slim cords and tiny bells in the shifting patches of shade and sunlight beneath the vines. One cord fell from each nipple ring. Several more from her crotch. Fascinated, he moved round and examined that area more closely. Two gossamer threads fell from her outer labia. Each branched into three near the top, and each branch was tied to a ring. He couldn’t quite see where the others came from, so he reached up and gently parted her cunt. One hung from the ring that pierced her clit hood. Two more were fastened to the rings in her inner labia. The soft flesh was swollen and glistening.
He looked over at Therin, who had been standing quietly, letting him take it in. Now the man laughed. ‘Not bad, eh?’
Garid let out a breath. ‘That’s very nice,’ he said quietly.
‘Would you like a drink?’
‘Out here? Sure.’
Therin went inside, and Garid arranged a chair next to one already set up at the far wall, where it would be easy to observe the lovely thing hanging there. Obviously Therin had already been doing so. They sat back and enjoyed the scenery, and the anticipation.
‘How long has she been up there?’
‘Thirty minutes or so. She can last for hours, though.’
‘You have to be careful with the weight distribution, or you’ll cut off circulation.’
‘I know. It’s very scientifically done, I promise. Check the temperature of her hands and feet if you’re worried.’
The doorbell rang, and he went in. Garid contemplated the little figure for a moment, and then did check her hands and feet. They were warm. Therin came out again. ‘Wood delivery. I’m still carving.’ They sat back and watched the bound woman sway in the rustling greenish light. Therin told Garid about Vizay’s growing status as village pet. She watched them out of the corner of her eye, and from time to time wriggled a little and flexed, always returning to the position dictated by bondage and gravity. Garid felt almost hypnotized by the swaying and tiny tinkling of the cords, just audible over the whisper of the leaves. Her breasts, helplessly inviting, shifted softly between the heavy crossed straps. Her hips pushed against the bands that held them, each diagonal strap going under her hipbone from the side of her waist down between her legs, her center of gravity suspended. The two men fell silent, unable to make any more conversation, unable to take their eyes off her. At last Therin got up.
‘Watch this.’ He stroked the back of his hand across all the cords. The little bells lifted and fell and swung, and Vizay moaned. Therin took the nipple filaments, one in each hand, and tugged them gently toward him. The woman swung a little forward and then back, forward and back, as he pulled and slackened the cords. The brown nipples visibly stretched and thickened.
‘Look at this now.’ He took hold of the labia cords and walked in a wide circle, setting the bound body circling also. He tugged hard enough to make Vizay yelp; the outer labia were tougher. He stopped next to Garid and let go, and the two men stood and watched the woman rotate in slowing circles above them. ‘You have to be very careful, of course. The clit hood and inner labia are easy to tear.’ He grinned. ‘You should have seen her face when she realized I was tying strings to them.’
‘May I?’ Garid gestured toward the silky threads that caught the light like spiders webs.
‘Be my guest.’
Garid ran his finger up and down one string, his expression thoughtful. Then he plucked the strings one by one as if trying a harp. He tried this with the ends hanging free, and then he tried it holding the ends to give a little tension. All the time he watched Vizay’s expression. Plucking the clit hood string got the most reaction, naturally. He tried raising the bells to different heights and dropping them. The tiny weights of the bells were just enough to make her catch her breath a little when they dropped.
The two men each took one side of her labia, inner and outer, two threads each, and stepped back from each other, pulling gently but steadily. Vizay’s labia were spread wide, revealing the dusky wet membranes beneath. She moaned. Therin put the two strings in one hand, and reached for the clit hood ring. He flicked it toward Garid, who caught it and swung it in a wide circle back to Therin. Both of them kept up the pressure on the labia rings as they sent the cord back and forth, tugging, dropping, now fast, now slow. Vizay was whimpering and giving whispering sighs, and her limbs quivered in their fastenings.
‘Stop for a little,’ said Garid. ‘Make her wait.’
‘I can keep her hanging,’ Therin said, and they both laughed at the bad joke, releasing some of the gathering tension. Then Therin took a deep breath, and took charge of all five of the cords depending from the woman’s crotch. Garid, sober again, took the nipple cords, and they swung her back and forth between them, Therin doing subtle things to the different cords, Garid pulling harder now. Both of them had rock-hard cocks straining upward toward her. Vizay’s eyes were closed, and she was moaning and trembling. The men were mainly pulling her back now from the little arcs she created as her movements made her sway and turn. Garid noted that Therin kept the clit hood cord slack mostly, flicking it only at irregular intervals. Vizay left off her low moaning; she was whimpering loudly now, thrashing around in an attenuated way, her body tight as a bowstring. Garid had the impression she was close to coming but unable quite to achieve it. He looked at Therin’s intent face. The man looked as if he was playing an instrument and was coming up to the grand finale.
At last Therin said, ‘Now, girl,’ and tugged the strings one last time. The clit hood string was taut in one hand and he pulled it at a new angle, to himself rather than down, and then from side to side. Garid flicked the nipple strings painfully. Vizay cried out and convulsed. They kept the strings steady against the writhing of her body, and listened to her shriek and sob and moan, and then voicelessly sigh. Therin released the threads and let them swing. The woman hung limp, her breath coming hard.
Therin reached up and plucked several large grapes from a bunch over his head. His friend watched, mesmerized, as they were thrust one by one into the woman’s dripping cunt. Vizay’s limp limbs shuddered, and her head came up. Garid moved around to watch as Therin gently sucked one grape after another from the juicy orifice. He broke them in his teeth, nipping and savoring her flesh as he did so, and let the juices mix before he mopped them up with lavish strokes of his tongue. He had to hold hard to her thighs as she squirmed. He took care to flick all the rings back and forth, and tug on them lightly with his teeth. His hands pulled on the strings on the outer labia, while he sucked her inner flesh, rings and all, into his mouth, and Vizay screamed herself into another gigantic orgasm, shuddering so strenuously the beams shook.
Therin, breathing hard, flashed a pained grin at Garid. ‘Got to get into her quick, or I’m going to come where I stand,’ he said, and released the rope from the ring on the wall. Garid was afraid he was going to rele
ase her, but she was only lowered to crotch level. Therin’s hand stroked the curve of the beautiful ass by his side. ‘What’s your pleasure?’ he asked Garid.
‘Have you got a ring gag?’
Therin was in and out of the house in a flash, and held Vizay’s head up by the hair while Garid replaced the bit in her mouth with a ring gag. The woman whimpered in protest and before the gag went in, seemed to be reaching for his crotch with her mouth.
‘I only use it for punishment normally,’ said Therin. ‘She wants to take care of you without it. Your choice, though.’
‘Oh, if she wants to do things her way, she’s wearing it for sure.’ Garid’s eyes glinted at his friend as he fixed the gag firmly behind her teeth. Therin, having taken care of his obligations as a host, had no more thought for the other end of the body in front of him. He took out his straining cock, carefully pulled aside the cords tied to his woman’s crotch, opened her wide, and plunged in.
Garid watched for a moment, then looked at Vizay’s face. The ring stretched her lips wide, and straps pulled the corners of her mouth back. Her head came up with some effort to look at him with eyes that were glazed over and half closed, then sank back down. He brought out his rigid cock and wiped the pre-come onto her face. Then he grabbed her by both ears and slid himself through the ring and down her throat. She controlled her gag reflex by long practice, and Garid could feel her trying her best to please him with her tongue and the muscles of her throat. But she was mere receptacle in this game. He and Therin got into a rhythm, pulling her back and forth, a swaying pendulum with an orifice at either end. They kept this up, even moved back slightly so she would have further to travel, back and forth the full length of their cocks, impaled at both ends like a piece of meat on a skewer.
When they couldn’t stand it anymore, one at a time they shoved hard, burying themselves to the balls and coming deep inside her.
They had lunch at a small table in the courtyard. This was arranged close enough to Vizay’s head that Therin could feed her little bites, taking out the ring gag for the purpose. The bells at the end of the thin cords hung close to the ground, and Therin amused himself by stretching out a leg and knocking them around with his foot. Vizay’s head hung; she took her tidbits obediently and without sound. Garid checked her hands and feet again. Then he pulled her nipple cords toward the table and tied them there, just tight enough that she didn’t hang straight anymore. He sat down to finish his meal. Vizay’s nipples stretched toward him, the tiny holes in them visible because of the ring’s pull. She whimpered, looked apprehensively at her chest, and hung even more motionless than before.
‘Can she hold still while you whip her?’ Garid asked.
Therin examined the taut brown buds and flicked a grin. ‘She’ll have to, won’t she?’
They gagged her again, and hooked the head harness back to the central ring, raising her head so that she could no longer look at her chest. She was whimpering in earnest now.
‘Didn’t you say the neighbors would be upset if they knew you beat her?’ Garid asked.
Therin pointed to a small box in the corner. ‘Lave got hold of a used absorption field for me.’
Garid looked at it appreciatively. ‘What range?’
‘Room size, no more. But it’s portable.’
‘That could be handy.’
‘I have to remember to cart it from room to room, which in the heat of the moment is sometimes a chore. But for the moment…’ he turned to Vizay, rubbed his hands with an exaggerated malicious glee, and hissed, ‘…no one can hear your screams,’ Garid snorted. Therin went in and brought out a medium-length, flexible single-tailed whip. ‘This one cost me a lot, but it makes a beautiful whistle and smack.’ His grin answered Garid’s look, and he said, ‘Yes, I’m enjoying being able to make noise for a change.’
‘Let’s hear, then.’
Therin stood behind Vizay’s rounded buttocks, and ran the whip over their curves and along some existing marks. Vizay seemed to be holding her breath. At the first blow she let it out with a little cry. The sound of the whip forgotten, Garid watched her face clench with the effort to remain still. The force of the blow pushed her body forward a little, and then it swung back to equilibrium, stretching her nipples to the end of their tethers. There was another, smaller sway forward and back, the nipples extending and contracting before her body came to rest, at the point where the nipples were pulled forward just to the edge of pain. The next blow was harder, and the one after that. Therin paused and stood back a moment to consider the effect, then moved in to strike again, an artist painting her in painful colors. Vizay winced and cried more than once at each blow, as the cords pulled on her captive flesh. She was forcing her body not to respond to the lash. Garid watched the sweat bead and run down her sides. Her thighs were rigid, the pony girl muscles standing out tensely.
After a few more blows Therin gave the whip to his friend. Garid noticed it did indeed make a nice whistling smack. He took up the five cords depending from Vizay’s vulva, and held them firmly as he whipped her. She was crying hard now, gasping with the effort it took to hold still. Finally, at the fourth stripe in the crease above her thighs, she lost control and flailed helplessly, twisting her ass away in an instinctive movement of self-protection. She howled immediately at the resultant yank on her nipples and tender cunt flesh as she swung sideways. Garid held the cords firmly and waited until the side-to-side motion was dampened and she was brought back into position. Then he hit her again.
Vizay seemed to have learned her lesson as she kept almost completely still for another six blows, though tears were dripping onto the tiles and she was keening steadily. At last Therin stopped Garid and went into the house for one more item. He came back with a short rubber whip, and replaced Garid between his slave’s legs. He ran his hand over the welts decorating her round ass, then tucked the little whip under his arm and used both hands to part her trembling cheeks as far as they could go. But her asshole was fully exposed even when he released them. He pulled one cheek away from the other with one hand, took aim, and then struck between them. She shrieked, convulsed, and then shrieked again. After two more blows Therin could wait no longer. He lubricated her hole and buggered her without mercy. Then he sucked her sore nipples while Garid made use of her ass in his turn.
After that they took Vizay down and let her nap, curled up in a basket in a corner of the courtyard. The two men reclined on lounging chairs and dozed a little themselves in the heat. Then as Garid wanted to see it, they took a stroll down to the village. Vizay on her leash, covered discreetly in skin masker, was petted and made much of. Garid watched, hooding his eyes to conceal the spark that danced there.
Then they went home. Therin immediately stripped away the skin masker. ‘I like to see where I’ve been,’ he said. He sat down and examined Vizay minutely, inch by inch and welt by welt, Vizay moving smoothly at his command. Therin appeared hypnotized by the flesh before his eyes, and Vizay looked like she was purring. Garid enjoyed this show for a while, but he was regretfully aware of the passage of time. At last he had to break it up.
‘Where’s this woodworking project you were hinting about?’ he asked. ‘I have to go soon; let’s see it.’
Therin leaped up out of his trance. ‘Thought you’d never ask.’ He ushered his friend into the living room to a wooden half wall separating that room from the entryway. It was deeper than one would expect, but was otherwise nondescript on the living room side. Then Therin slid a panel aside. Garid’s first impression of the large surface beneath was of curving, swirling wood, with so many raised and indented shapes in it as to confuse the eye. The wood tones were soft and liquid, in multiple shades of ochre and amber and chestnut. Havsa wood, a favorite of artisans for the rich curving grain, though it took a lot of polishing to bring it out.
Light from the hall came through in a couple of spots, but Garid couldn’t discern the pattern. Then his eye fell on the largest depression, and he sidestepped to look a
t it. The front half of a woman in reverse relief emerged from the confusion. There were parts that were convex instead of concave: a knob where the mouth would be, what must be a thick dildo at the crotch. The effect was bizarre and beautiful: as if the creature had fallen into wood as soft as sand, with the incongruous penis thrusting up, claiming the space left empty. Garid slid his hand along the curves of breast and belly. The wood was cool and sensuous, sanded to a silky finish, a delight against his hand. It was strange to recognize Vizay’s shape in reverse.
Therin fetched a soft, flesh-toned leather sleeve, called the slave to him, and fastened her forearms tightly together behind her. At his gesture, obediently she stepped up and fitted herself over the dildo, sliding her pubic bone carefully down between it and the wall. As her face moved forward her eyes closed and her lips opened, like a long-lashed baby doll. Her mouth conformed itself around the hollow, shaped knob that served as a gag. Therin, his hand firmly on the back of her head, fitted her face the last few millimeters into its wooden mask. He held her head there with a formed, U-shaped piece of wood high behind her neck; this latched into little holes in the panel with a downward push. Then he pressed the rest of her body in. Naturally the woman-shaped depression fit her perfectly.
Therin walked around to the other side of the panel and motioned Garid to follow him. At first Garid could see nothing but the swirling wood grain. But as he calculated the woman’s location he discovered first one slight variation, then another, spots of pinkish brown amidst the soft wood tones.
Therin was watching him. ‘See them?’
