kitten walked a few feet before she found herself confronted by a decision to make. The path broke to her right or her left. The beginning of the maze had been to her right, but with a labyrinth that wasn't always important for she knew such things wound and wound even about themselves. Which way to go and what was she going to run into next?

She moved to her left and rounded a corner. A suit of armor stood silently in a shadowed corner. kitten had to skirt by it to continue down the path. Was it possible for this to come alive? She stopped mere inches from it and tilting her head, studied it. Nothing seemed to be in it, no man, no beast. Turning sideways, she took little baby steps past it. Nothing happened.

kitten exhaled deeply. She hadn't realized, until this moment, that she had been holding her breath. Turning sharply on her heels she started on her way. As kitten walked she could hear herself breathing, her heart beating. Every little sound, imagined or real, she whipped about, clutching the chain. As kitten turned another corner she felt, too late, the roughness of what she perceived as rope close over each of her ankles, yanking her upward, upside down. Each of her ankles were held tight in a noose of rope.

Kitten dropped the chain she was carrying and curled to arch her body upward to try and release herself, but after several minutes she gave up and allowed herself to dangle from her ropes. Now what? How will I ever get down? She knew if her Master had to come in and rescue her, he would not be pleased. Tears started to fall, not so much for finding herself in such a situation but mainly from the thought of displeasing her Master.

The first touch of cold metal upon the folds of her womanhood caused her breath to catch and she began to squirm, trying to elude it, but to no avail. Whatever or whoever it was, stood behind her. kitten had no idea whom or what was touching her so intimately. What felt like a metal clad finger slipped past the folds into the recesses of her body, pressing deeper. Despite the unknown, kitten could feel herself growing wet around it, making the in and out motion of the metal easier.

Just as she was starting to relax, allowing the metal to penetrate her deeper, it withdrew and she felt two metal clad hands slide over her legs, down over her arse cheeks, momentarily lingering there, causing kitten to suck in her breath. As the hands slid over her hips, she released her breath, but gasped sharply as the hands closed around her breasts, squeezing none too gently. kitten felt her nipples getting hard, the moisture between her legs growing.

While one metal hand took turns squeezing and kneading her breasts, the other trailed a finger over her abdomen slowly moving upward. It paused at the recess of her belly button, dipping slightly, causing her to squirm again. It then continued its slow movement sliding between her womanly folds again, over her clit and back into her dark, wet well, pumping slowly in and out.

Kitten could feel her body giving over, softening, opening for his further invasion. His finger slipped from her heat and traveled down between her arse cheeks, stopping and pressing against her tight little hole there. She could feel herself tighten against it. The hand that was kneading her breasts abruptly left and she felt one finger slide into her wetness as the finger at her arse pushed relentlessly inward. She couldn't stop it, no matter how hard she clenched her hole to keep it out. It invaded her anyway, shooting a pain up her spine. Kitten moaned loudly.

Another finger slipped between her folds to join the first, she felt herself spread open and whimpered. Three fingers worked her body, two in front and one from behind. The pain of being stretched gave way to rapid pleasure. It surprised her. It wasn't long before her moans of simple pain became those of pleasure as she squirmed and wiggled in her captivity. The fingers penetrated her deeply, firmly, strongly, picking up the pace and spurring her own rhythms to a faster pace. If she could have spread her legs apart in an invitation for them to seek deeper, she would have.

As her wetness grew, the two fingers between her legs were joined by another. They made a soft sucking sound when they were pulled almost from her body and then slammed back in. Her body jerked in response. The heat in the pit of her belly coiled tighter and tighter. Tendrils of fire lit along her veins, curling along her spine and moving toward her arse and the finger servicing her there.

The heat exploded suddenly, suffusing her whole being in a hot white light. She shuddered upon the metal fingers like a fish upon a hook and knew no conscious thought as wave upon wave of release washed over her. At some point the fingers were removed but she didn't notice. kitten didn't even notice being lowered to the ground, the ropes now loose upon her ankles. How long had she lain there with no coherent thought?

With effort, kitten sat up and removed the loose rope. Her unknown assailant nowhere to be seen. Tossing the rope aside, she got to her feet, her body feeling cold. Gathering up her chain, she pushed onward, praying that the end was near...

( Continued in The Gauntlet Part 5)

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