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                                 Bondage/a-scene
                                      theClone
                                      Scene, A
                                    Copyright 1991 by theClone.
                                  released into the public domain.
                               the Clone fantasizes about a scene...
                 I think it was the blood that kept my attention, really. Not that
                 there was so very much of it, but it was quality blood. I mean the
                image. I'm not explaining this right. I mean amidst the almost three
               dozen rising welts on her back there were only three slashes that were
                 bleeding. I think they were on purpose. But they were bleeding so
                            well. Not a lot, mind you, but attractively.
                   You see, the blood was trickling in rivulets from these three
               lashes and running down her back. The scarlet tracks split and joined
                 and resplit as they made their way to her shapely ass. Just in the
               small of her back they spread thinly into the fine lines and contours
                of her skin like a red river delta. And surrounding each gash, was a
                 slight red spattering, where the blood mist flew from the lash and
                                              settled.
                 Where not rising or running red, her skin was pale. It was beyond
                 pale, it was white, like snow or alabaster. Like the little cotton
                puff clouds on a fair day, her skin was. The contrast was shocking.
                      She hung there, her knees bent, legs unsupportive. Still
                 conscious, but no longer holding herself up, she hung there by her
                  arms. Almost without will. Her head was bent to her chest, and I
                 could see that the strain on her shoulders was tremendous. Yet she
                hung as she had been told to before the whipping. The fact that she
                  could relieve the pressure on her shoulders but chose not to was
                                      unfathomable. Admirable.
                     He was standing behind her, and a little to her right. She
                wouldn't have been able to see him even if she craned her neck. But
               she never tried that either. We were a little further back and more on
                 the left, safely out of lash range. Not that we ever believed Paul
               would lose control of the whip; we all agreed that he was the best of
                            us with it, but safety was cheap insurance.
                   "Watch her carefully," he whispered to me. "Let me know if she
                                    moves. I'll be right back."
                       I nodded ascent, and Paul dashed out of the playroom.
                 In less than a minute he walked calmly back into the room with an
               armload of supplies. He was also one of the more inventive members of
               our Club. He set them carefully down behind her, and then picked up a
                 dark blue cylinder with a little white picture on it. He opened a
               spout on the top, poured the white contents into his hand and set the
                           container down. He walked up right behind her.
                 "I'm back my love," he said into her ear. "You may stand now. Are
                                        you ready for more?"
                  She carefully placed her feet, and slowly straightened her legs,
                taking the pressure off of her shoulders a bit at a time. She flexed
                      her shoulders what little her  allowed. She shifted her
              weight back and forth on her feet until she seemed comfortable, rolling
                her head a bit as she did. In a minute she was standing straight and
                                      firm. Admirable, indeed.
                 "If it please you, my love," she said, "I would indeed like more."
                As soon as she finished speaking he spread the substance across her
                  back. "Ungh," she gasped loudly, as if barely stifling a scream.
                 She almost lost her balance and her knees bent as she reflexively
                                         strained forward.
                              "Salt," I whispered to Tim, next to me.
                            "Not even Paul would do that," Tim replied.
                    "Paul would do anything, and Trish almost so. Trust me, it's
                                           salt," I said.
                  Paul's glance darted to us only briefly, but it spoke volumes. I
               made a mental note to stay off the business end of his whip until he'd
                 had time to forget that I'd spoken almost aloud during his scene.

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                 He wetted a cloth from a bottle of water and wiped down her back.
                 She sighed at the cleansing and the cool feeling on her hot welts.
                            "Shhhh, darling," he said. "Rest a moment."
                 Paul took that moment to carefully remove his clothes, fold them,
                and place them neatly on one of the tables in the playroom. This too
                  was behind Trish, and she couldn't tell what he was doing. Paul
               doesn't have the most magnificent body I've ever seen, but it is quite
                firm and flexible and serviceable. And he could use it well, when he
               so chose. When he turned back to the scene, his erection made it clear
                             that tonight would be one of those times.
                  He walked back to her, picking up the tube of lube along the way
                 and opening it. He knelt behind her and spread her ass cheeks. He
               lubed her hole well while licking the extra salty blood now drying in
               the small of her back. He rose, lubed himself equally well and dropped
               the tube nearby, just in case. He walked back to his pile of items and
                   picked up a small  like thing I couldn't quite see. He slipped
                                   the wrist strap over his hand.
                 He went back to her and spread her cheeks again. He positioned his
               penis at her ass and entered just slightly. Paul then put his hands on
                               her hips and pulled her firmly to him.
                 "Ungh," she grunted again. She relaxed and slide steadily onto him
               until he was all the way in. Then he slowly pulled back until his head
               was just inside of her sphincter, and he proceeded with one more slow
                                          relaxing stroke.
As he was about to begin his stroke again, he grabbed the  that was hanging around his wrist, and I
                                      saw that it wasn't a  at
                all. I was stunned to see that it was a currycomb. I wondered where
                          he got it; I hadn't known that the Club had one.
                This time, as he began his slow stroke in, he dragged the currycomb
              firmly down her back, until it and his pelvis met at the blood delta in
                 the small of her back. She screamed. There were many red parallel
               tracks crisscrossing the welts and cuts his lash had already induced.
               On the out stroke, he didn't touch her back, but rather bent his head
                       and blew cool air across the fresh marks. She sighed.
                       This then became his rhythm. In-stroke-drag-currycomb.
                    Out-stroke-bend-blow. In-stroke-drag-currycomb. Out-stroke-
                     bend-blow. In-stroke-drag-currycomb. Out-stroke-bend-blow.
                 In-stroke-drag-currycomb. Out-stroke-bend-blow. And her rhythm was
                     scream-pause-sigh-pause. Scream-pause-sigh-pause. Scream-
                             pause-sigh-pause. Scream-pause-sigh-pause.
                    The pauses became shorter as Paul sped up. Her sighs became
                 grunts, and her screams became scream-moans as they slid into the
                   grunts that had been sighs. He was relentless and tireless. In
                minutes there were bright red streaks across her entire back running
               from shoulder to ass. She had begun to bleed again from her cuts, and
                 she had fine red welts rising on top of her wide, wild lash welts.
                   When he came, he was buried deep inside her, and she shuddered
                 once, straining against her chains as he pressed her forward. She
                shuddered again when he withdrew, still semi-erect. He walked to her
               front for the first time since the scene began and kissed her gently.
                                       "I love you," he said.
                She mumbled something I couldn't hear in reply and let her head sag
                 onto her chest. He held her up, unchained her arms and carried her
               carefully over to another of the tables. He wrapped her in the blanket
                 he'd had ready there and carried her up to her room. He would come
                 back later to get his things, right now she was his first concern.
                  We filed out of the playroom and into the library, where we each
                 got a glass of our favorite vice. I looked at Tim. He was already
                                           looking at me.
                             "Maybe he will ask to do me next," I said.
                                    "Or maybe I will," said Tim.
                 "Or maybe I'll ask to do you," I said looking at him with my best
                                         lascivious glance.
                                   "Maybe I'd let you," he said.
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