Author: Nazgul.
Nancy's Stardom.
Chpt.1 - The star
Nancy came to slowly. She was lying on her back and she ached all over. Whatever
she was lying on was hard, and from the coldness of the surface, it felt as
though she had no clothes on, which was ridiculous - she always wore something
in bed, even if it was often pretty flimsy. She tried to roll over on her side,
and found she couldn't, her wrist was tied down. She opened her eyes. The
lighting in the room was dim and she couldn't see very much, but it was quite
big, the walls wide apart on each side. She tried to sit up, but the restraints
on her wrists prevented her from doing so. Then she tried to move her legs, but
they wouldn't budge, either. She lifted her head as far as she could and looked
at her body. Oh God! She was indeed quite naked, spread-eagled on what seemed to
be a wooden table, her legs wide apart. Her breasts, normally luscious 36C
globes with wide, pink aureoles and slightly protruding nipples, lay flat on her
chest. Her naturally blonde shoulder-length hair lay spread out around her head
on the table like a halo.
Suddenly Nancy started to panic, struggling wildly to free herself. To no avail,
her wrists and ankles were firmly attached to the table. Panting from her
efforts, she turned her head to one side and saw the leather strap round her
wrist, but couldn't make out how it was fixed to the wooden surface. One thing
was sure, she couldn't escape. Next she tried calling for help, her voice rising
to a high-pitched scream as she called ever more desperately. Her only reward
was silence, a silence which seemed almost total. Where on earth was she, why
was she tied down like this, what was happening to her?
Exhausted from her struggles, she lay quiescent, trying to think back over the
events that had brought her to her present fix. But try as she would, she was
unable to trace them. She remembered leaving the office and going down in the
elevator to the underground car-park, walking towards her car on her high-heeled
court shoes, which set off the muscles in her calves so well. She had been
wearing a two-piece black suit, the hem of the skirt cut well up her thighs, the
cut of the jacket setting off her breasts in their push-up bra. Nancy was very
proud of her body, which she kept in trim by twice-weekly work-outs at a health
club and she never hesitated to flaunt it openly. Not that she liked men, she
didn't; in fact she rather suspected that she had lesbian tendencies, though she
had never gone further than thinking about the matter. She hadn't gone anywhere
with men either, she found them coarse and unrefined, with their wolf-whistles
and their uncouth attempts to get off with her at any opportunity. The very idea
of sex with a man revolted her. Paradoxically, she did like the idea of dressing
up to set-off her body, so that men's eyes were automatically drawn to it. It
gave her a pleasant feeling, one of almost power, to see and almost feel men
lusting after her, whilst at the same time knowing that they couldn't have her.
Oh yes, Nancy was a curious mixture of prude and cock-teaser, never quite sure
of her feelings or why she behaved the way she did. Why, she hadn't even had an
orgasm in all her 23 years! From time to time, especially when towelling herself
after a shower, she would rub the rough material between her legs and feel the
beginning of strange sensations, but they always frightened her and she would
stop rubbing and try to think of something else.
The trouble was, she had not had a normal childhood, brought up in a family with
a mother to explain things to her. Nancy was an orphan, shy, withdrawn, an
orphanage child, holding herself back from contact with the other children. Had
she been a little more open, she would have probably learned a lot more about
her body and being a woman. As it was, she was naive and innocent, and at the
same time, in some respects, curiously worldly-wise. She had a good job in a law
firm, a small apartment, her own car, what more could she want? And that was
just the trouble, ever since she had got the job, some eighteen months ago, she
had been in a sort of hiatus, living her daily routine, moving through life with
no sense of direction, of ambition, of wanting anything specific.
She remembered that, as she walked towards her car, she had fumbled in her purse
for her keys. Then she had bent over and started to push the key into the
door-lock - and that was as far as she got. She couldn't remember anything else
at all, until a few minutes ago, when she had come round, naked, helpless, lying
on the hard wooden table.
Nancy tugged again at the leather straps, exerting all her force in her efforts
to free herself. It was no good, all she succeeded in doing was rubbing the skin
on her wrists until it was quite sore. The air in the room was cool, and soon
she began to develop goose-bumps.
After what seemed like an eternity the dim lights suddenly went out. Nancy cried
out, terrorised. "Who's there? Who are you? Let me go at once!" There was no
reply. She heard soft sounds, but in the almost total darkness she could see
nothing. Then the lights came back on, this time bright and dazzling, making her
eyes water. As her vision cleared, she saw that there were two figures standing
by the table, one on each side.
The figure on the left-hand side of the table was male. This fact was glaringly
obvious, because her head was on a level with his loins, from which protruded an
enormous, rigidly-erect cock. It was erect because, right at the base, behind
the balls, there was a thick, tight rubber ring, compressing the flesh to such
an extent that it limited the flow of fresh blood to the massive organ, which
had turned purple. The foreskin was drawn back from the head, leaving the latter
hard and shiny, like the tip of a huge bullet. She could even see the opening of
the urinary duct, oval in shape. Nancy had never seen a man's cock before,
except in pictures, and the sight of it both fascinated and horrified her. She
gave a little scream and then as her eyes travelled up the figure to the face,
she screamed again, louder. There was no face! All she could see was a
featureless moulded mask, covering the whole of the man's head. From behind two
slits a pair of eyes regarded her, dispassionately. Two breathing holes and a
horizontal slit for his mouth were the only other features of the mask. The
overall impression was one of malignity and coldness. His waist was slim,
encircled by a heavy black leather belt, cinched tightly. A hairless chest, wide
shoulders and well-muscled arms completed the picture.
Nancy was about to speak when a slight movement on the other side of the table
caught her eye. She turned her head and found herself staring at a woman's naked
sex. It was completely hairless, the dusky skin swelling into two pouting lips,
between which the pink membranes glistened wetly. Each lip was pierced by a
thick, heavy gold ring and she thought that she could see the glint of another
one, high up inside the fleshy lips. As her eyes moved up the woman's body, she
saw that the shapely hips suddenly diminished into an impossibly tiny waist,
encircled - imprisoned might be a better word - by yet another black leather
belt. The front of this one was a thick oval plate, some six inches in height,
which held the soft, smooth skin of her stomach firmly compressed. Next came a
pair of absolutely magnificent breasts. They must have been at least 38D,
jutting out proudly from the woman's chest, resting on a soft, black leather
platform bra which left them almost totally exposed. The wide, dark aureoles
were surmounted by two even darker nipples, again pierced by thick gold rings.
The rings were inserted into the base of the nipples, which were almost an inch
in length and maintained in a turgid state by the thick metal running through
them. Nancy had heard of body-piercing, but had never imagined anything like
this. The head was another featureless mask, but this time a pony-tail of thick,
heavy, lustrous black hair stood out proudly, about three-quarters of the way up
the back of the woman's head, hanging down to just below her shoulders. A wide
black collar, decorated with chrome studs, encircled her throat. The overall
effect was quite something, a mixture of blatant sexuality mixed strongly with
cruelty.
"Who are you?" Nancy gasped, terrified. "Why are you doing this to me, let me go
at once!" The two pairs of eyes continued to stare down at her. "Let me go! Let
me go!" she shouted at them struggling once again to get free. The eyes watched
her struggles, expressionless.
Then the man stretched out one hand and started to turn a small handle set into
the side of the table, near Nancy's hips. A section of the table, about a foot
wide, located directly under the cheeks of her ass, started to rise, pushing the
centre of her body upwards. He continued to turn the handle until her ass was
about twelve inches above the rest of the table, putting quite a strain on her
now tautly-stretched body. In this position her pubic mound, covered in a soft
down of blond hair, was fully exposed, as was the opening of her sex. Nancy
moaned with the pain of her stretched muscles.
"What are you going to do?" she whimpered. "Please let me down, it hurts!"
No answer. The eyes behind the faceless masks examined the lovely, fair skinned
body stretched out before them critically. The stretching threw every muscle
into relief, the wide-open legs leading to the now gaping lips of the sex, the
breasts flattened against the torso, the eyes twin pools of terror. The scene
was set, they could begin.
