Message-ID: <11707eli$9805301630@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Ashley Jacobs" Subject: Ashleys' Torments (In its entirety) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980529214319.15208.qmail@hotmail.com> Ashley's Torments Disclaimer: This is a basically true story of what happened to me two years ago. It contains large amounts of non-consensual sex and abuse. It took me a long time to get over some of it. Yes parts of this does still to this day turn me on, however it was forced and I was treated badly. If this offends you don't read it. I was asked to post this by a friend on-line that has talked to me about this experience. I would love to hear from people about this. If you don't like it or if you do. Either way please tell me. Let me know if I should go on with it as well______. (Part One) (Introduction) I guess I should first tell you about me. I am 22 (almost 23), about 5'6, with blonde hair and blue eyes. I have often been told that I am pretty, and who am I to argue? I weigh about 125 lb. I think I could lose 10 lb. but I guess that just about every girl thinks that. Why should I be different? My life is pretty normal for the most part; or at least it used to be. But Paul changed all that. I loved Paul very much. I believed he loved me as well, but was I ever wrong! I was 20 years old at the time that my life took that strange turn. I had been dating Paul for what seemed like forever; actually only 2 years. He was a very demanding boyfriend, very firm and strict. He would often dictate how I dressed and what I would do. For the most part, I didn't care -- in fact at times it really turned me on -- but I had noticed that once in a while his need to control everything went wild. It was about 3 years ago now; as I said, I was twenty at the time. I got home early from work on this ill-fated night. Paul was already home; this was rather odd, but I didn't give it much thought at the time. Paul told me to get dressed up, as we were going out. He brushed off my questions about where we were going and said it didn't matter; I should just go and get dressed. He had picked out my clothes, he said, and they were on the bed. He emphasized that I should only put on the clothes that he had laid out for me, and that I must be ready by 7. I was less then happy about this. It was Friday night and I had told Paul I didn't want to go out this weekend as I was tired from my new after-school job. But you didn't argue with my Paul when he was in this mood. I went up stairs to find my clothes all laid out as he had told me. But what a shock it was when I saw the outfit -- my shortest skirt, a little jet black number that barely covered my ass. That skirt was for private love play with Paul. I hated wearing it in public, and Paul knew that full well. There was also a pair of high heels, also black, and my tan blouse. Nothing else. No bra, no panties no nothing. I was getting a bit concerned. I began to wonder what exactly Paul had planned for me that night. I didn't even know where we were going. Nonetheless I donned the outfit and went downstairs. Well, Paul was drinking a beer, and I was less than thrilled. When I started to remind him how I felt about his starting drinking early, he got all pissed off, told me to shut up and get my coat. "Where are we going", I asked. He said, "Well, if you must know, Bob and Beth are having a party and we're invited". "Oh no", I said. "You know how I feel about Beth. You can go and have fun if you want to, but I'm not going." Paul freaked out and shouted, "Look, I'm sick of this shit. You're going and that's that." I didn't care for them, especially Beth. Bob was Paul's best friend and Beth his girlfriend. Paul started screaming, "I'm sick of your trying to break up things between me and Bob just because you two bitches can't get along. Now let's go." He grabbed my arm and pushed me towards the door. I guess I should explain why I didn't like Beth. Basically she is bi-sexual, while I am not. She had come on to me many times and was not too happy when I did not respond enthusiastically. As a result we were never real tight. But there was something else about her that made me very uncomfortable; something I never could explain, even to myself. Anyway, the ride to Bob's house was not a happy one. Paul said very little to me in the car and drove kinda fast. I just huddled in the corner of the front seat, very cold and uncomfortable. When we got to their house, I thought it was rather odd that there were no extra cars around but I didn't give it a lot of thought. Maybe we were early. Bob opened the door, let us in, and shut the door behind us. For the first time I could remember, he locked the door behind us. I guess he thought that I didn't notice. Beth was sitting in the living room, dressed very much as I was—short skirt, a tight blouse, and heels. Bob and Paul were just dressed like average guys, jeans and a tee shirt. Beth said hi to Paul, kind of ignoring me altogether. Then Beth said something very strange: she said she was surprised I had agreed—just that, no explanation. Paul just shook his head , and grinned, "Well, she didn't actually agree—she doesn't know the whole story yet. But she'll come around—you'll see." I started to get a bit uncomfortable; obviously, they had some sort of secret that I wasn't in on. "Agreed to what?" I asked. Paul explained, with one of those evil smiles he sometimes has, "Look, Ash. We're all sick of this feud, or whatever it is, between you gals. It's putting a great strain on relations between me and Bob, and Beth is tired of it too. She has agreed to make real friends tonight, and thinks a closer relationship might lessen the strain." I flipped. "A closer relationship?' I sputtered. "Well, fuck you, Beth." Paul boiled over. He slapped me right across the face, the first time in his life that he had hit me with full force. I mean he has hit me before (and not always on the face), playing around, but never like that. And never in front of others. He said, with menace in his voice, "Look Ash, we've all decided this is going to happen one way or another. If you don't like it our way, we can suggest another way that you'll think is even worse." I just looked at them all with my mouth open wide, in shock at the situation that was developing.(Part Two) I stood there gazing at Paul, hoping that any minute I would wake up, and this would be a dream. But in my heart I knew it wasn't. I screamed at Paul to take me home now; that I hated him, and we were over. He said have it your way, bitch. Bob and Paul dragged me to the sofa and tossed me onto it. I stated to get really scared at this point, pleading with them to stop this before it went too far. Well, this turned Paul on even more. He said that if I would allow Beth to eat me, they might—just might, mind you—go easy on me. What could I do? I was terrified at what they might do if I didn't play along with them, and very reluctantly nodded my head. I lay there sobbing as Beth started to pull down my mini skirt. I was totally helpless. As Beth discovered my lack of under garments, she said to Bob, "See? I told you she was a slut", and Paul got into the act with "Yeah, she likes to dress like that. I don't particularly care for it, but what can I do?" I couldn't believe it— Paul was lying his ass off. He had made me dress this way. But I knew that they'd never believe me if I argued. Beth now had my skirt off. Pulling none too gently on my pussy hair, she said to Paul how much better I would looked shaved, and could they do it to me? Paul grinned, and replied , "You know what? I would like that too." Well that was it. I started freaking out, kicking and screaming, and Paul said if I didn't calm down at once he would leave me here with them. Well, shock ran through my body at his words . I couldn't believe he meant it. I knew if he left I would be in much worse trouble, so I did my best to get under control again. Paul chuckled, and said "good girl', and patted my head, just as if I were a puppy. (I was going to get my fill of doggie treatment, I soon learned). Beth twined her hands in my hair, and dragged me roughly to my feet. "Come on, bitch," she grunted, "let's go up to the barber shop." Pointing to my heels and blouse, she told me that I was to be naked as long as I was in their house, "unless", she smirked, "we have something special for you to wear." I looked imploringly at Paul, but he wasn't any help. He just told me to go along with the gag. I undressed reluctantly, and handed my clothes to Beth, who pushed me up the stairs and into the bathroom, the boys enjoying the show as they followed along behind us. At Beth's command, I lay down in the tub, while she gathered up the razor and shaving cream. Running her hand through my bush (and pulling brutally), she said to Paul, "This is too thick to cut all at once—it'll clog the razor. Run downstairs for me like a good boy, and bring up the electric clippers from the other bathroom." Down he went. That's another thing that I hated about Beth— she could always get Paul to do what she wanted. Probably this whole "party" had been her suggestion, I figured. As soon as Paul had left the room, Beth remarked to Bob in a conspiratorial tone of voice, "Did you get that? If this bitch pisses him off enough he'll leave her with us. Even if it's just for the weekend, do you know what we could do with her?" What a ghastly thought! Paul would never do that to me, I told myself. I was going to beg Paul to take me home just as soon as he came back, but Beth was too cunning for me. The moment Paul entered the room she cooed to him "Hey, wouldn't your bitch look great with her clit pierced?" And that drove everything else out of my mind. I started freaking out, really freaking out. Well, that was too much for Paul. "I've had enough," he said. "I warned you, Ash I told you to calm down and you haven't. I'm going downstairs to make a call, and to give you a few minutes to think about your situation. If you want to apologize to us and be good, then fine. If not, I'm out of here, and you're theirs for a while. How long I don't know. At least for the night. "With that he ran down the stairs. End of part two Beth grinned, and she quickly told Bob to cover my mouth as I lay there in the tub. He held me down and covered my mouth as Beth started removing her panties. "I can't have her ruining my plan," she whispered, "so we'll have to shut her up for the moment." She proceeded to shove her panties into my mouth, gagging me very effectively. And speaking of gagging, the idea of having her underwear in my mouth just about made me puke. I then heard Paul yell up, "Well, Ash? Did you change your mind?" Beth just giggled at my helplessness. I wanted more than anything in the world to say I was sorry and get him to take me home. And Beth knew that. But I could say nothing. Beth then yelled down, "Paul, she said fuck you. What should I do?" Paul shouted, "Fuck her! I don't give a shit what you do with her. I'm out of here." The door slammed. I started sobbing uncontrollably. I knew what I was in for.(Part 3) sent As it turned out, I didn't have even a fraction of an idea what I was in for. First they shaved my pussy, but I had expected that. For some strange reason, Beth saved the hairs carefully in an envelope. She teased me that it was for a voodoo doll, but I knew that wasn't right. At least, I hoped it wasn't. "And since I have the clippers handy", she said to Bob, "don't you think that our little bitch should have her hair styled?" I struggled again, but Bob was too strong for me, and I had to just sit there while Beth clipped my hair. All of it, down to about a quarter of an inch. She rubbed her hand over the stubble, giggling at the tickling feeling. "That'll feel great, rubbing across my pussy", she chuckled. "And it'll make it much easier to put our collection of helmets on her. But don't worry, bitch," she reassured me. "If it ever becomes really important, we have a big assortment of wigs that can make you look like almost anything we like. But just now, we like it like this." She laughed again, grinding her knuckles painfully into my scalp. Beth was really turning on now. And it was clear that she gave the orders here not that Bob minded carrying them out. At her command, he carried me into the bed room, and held me down on the bed while she tied me spread eagled on my back. All the while she was working with the knots, she kept crowing about how stupid a bitch I was. She told me that Paul had meant to let the "party" go only so far, maybe let me French her, as an indication of my intention to be friends, but my stupid fucking attitude changed all that. I should have kept my fucking mouth shut. Well, maybe open it enough to give all hands a blow job. But she was not complaining, she said. Now I was going to be their toy and slave for a while. Maybe a long while, she grinned. She told me not to expect to enjoy myself—that I should accept the idea that I was going to be raped many times and maybe by lots of partners. "Partners", she said, emphasizing that they wouldn't all be men. I couldn't say a thing, as my mouth was still full of her disgusting panties. And she knew how I felt about it; she asked me, oh so sweetly, if I liked her taste. Well, I'd get used to it, she said. I knew damned well that no matter how used to it I got, I'd never be able to stand it, but I was so scared and humiliated and helpless I didn't know what to do. She then opened a dresser drawer, and pulled out a box, and I could tell from the thud on the desk that it was pretty heavy. Still wearing that saccharine smile, she took out a dog collar and a leash, and held them up for my inspection. Well, my first impression was that it certainly was conspicuous. Wide, made of shiny black leather, and fitted with highly polished brass studs. On the outside, that is. She went on to point out that there were studs on the inside as well. Pointed studs. The points were blunted, and wouldn't break my skin, but it was obvious that they would be irritating at best, and maybe downright painful. She buckled the collar around my neck, fastening the buckle with a small padlock. And the studs really hurt, what with me lying down and all. "This is a magic collar," she taunted. "Let me show you how it destroys your will-power, and makes you our abject slave". Taking something that looked like a TV remote control out of the box, she pressed one of the buttons, and ...ZAP! "Ta-da!" she sang. "Magic. The magic of electronics. All we did was take the guts out of a cattle prod, and fix them up so the shock gets applied through the studs. It's turned on by this remote, or by pressure on any one of these outside studs." She demonstrated, and I screamed again. "And the leash has a switch in it, too, to keep you under control when we go walkies." She explained how the batteries were contained right in the collar (that was one of the reasons that it was so heavy) and she was able to control the intensity of the shock (more demonstration). And I was freaking. Trying to move around, but there was no escape. Next, she said, I was going to clean Bob's feet. As Bob happily removed his work boots and socks, she released from my tied position and put the leash on me. Pulling me to the floor, and again demonstrating the "magic" of the collar, she urged me towards Bob, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed. I could smell his feet already, sweaty and smelly. I was going to gag but I managed to control it, not knowing how I would be punished for something like vomiting all over her floor. Probably they'd make me eat it. Beth pulled me up to his toes and said "Start cleaning cunt. Do a good job or be beaten". Then she laughed and said "Ah shit, you'll be beaten anyway but you'll still do a good job, if you know what's good for you." Just as I bent down to the loathsome task, the phone rang. Beth jumped to answer it, calling to Bob to stuff the panties back into my mouth. "It's just about time for Paul to be calling," she smirked. "Why don't you play with little Ash's titties while I take care of him." Apparently she was right, but all I heard was her side of the conversation, which consisted mainly of "yea, yea yea yea no problem. Ok hold on let me see." She turned to me with that evil grin, and said, "Paul wants to know if you're ready to be friends." And I couldn't answer, of course. Then she picked up the phone again, and said, quite truthfully, "She doesn't say a word, Paul. Just sits there and glares at me. I think that she needs a little more persuasion. Yeah, maybe through the weekend? OK, I'll see you tomorrow night then, at the bachelor party. You remember that I'm in charge of the entertainment, and I've lined up a stripper with an act that'll knock your eyes out. 'Bye now." After she hung up, she actually did a little dance of joy. "Hey, Bob," she chortled. You heard me tell him. The cunt is ours for the weekend. Now we really have a prime act for your cousin's bachelor party. And we won't have to pay her a cent. It'll take a bit of training to get her ready in that time, though". With that she tugged the panties out of my mouth and pulled the leash, dragging me back to Bob's feet. When I had finished to his satisfaction, she pulled me over to herself. "OK, now you can do it for me. And this time, you're going to lick between the toes. Between the two big toes, that is. . ."Well, I finally finished her off, although her legs just about broke my head with the spasm of her orgasm. And then it was Bob's turn. "I know that you've wanted to get something that she hasn't given Paul," Beth cooed, "but I'm afraid that you'll have to be satisfied with blow jobs until we've had a chance to stretch her asshole a little." And then they gave me an enema and put this butt plug into me. It didn't hurt at all at first, although it felt disgusting. But soon it started swelling up -I guess it was run by battery or something. Anyway, I thought that I would be torn apart by the time I had finished blowing Bob.(Part 4) I didn't really sleep well that night, I was tied to the bed spread eagled on my back, with that fucking plug still there. It didn't seem to be expanding so much any more; maybe it had already done its job. But it still felt GROSS! I finally managed to fall into a fitful sleep. Beth woke me up at 6 the next morning, by biting my left nipple, hard. "Rise and shine cunt, you have a big day ahead of you" she said. I couldn't imagine what that meant. She untied me, put the leash back on me, and led me downstairs like a dog, on all fours. I was starving and knew if I wanted to eat I better do as I was told. So she walked me down to where Bob was already preparing something -- something that apparently was to be my breakfast. It was put in a small bowl and laid out on the floor like a dog's food. Beth said "Eat up, cunt, or starve; we really don't care which." They shoved my head into the bowl and it was exactly what I was afraid of, dog food. They laughed very hard at my disgust, and then Beth said, "If it isn't to your taste, bitch, I can sweeten it up a bit for you." She picked up the bowl and held it between her legs, as if she was going to piss in it, and I got the idea, and ate. After breakfast was over, Beth pulled my leash and dragged me to the other room where she sat on the sofa with me on the floor at her feet. Bob pulled up a footstool, and sat beside me, playing with my tits the whole time. Beth then told me what they had planned for my day. First they would be taking a number of pictures of me for insurance purposes, so that I could never ever turn on them when and IF they ever let me go. They knew that my father's career in the small town that I came from depended on his image as a staunch defender of family values, and that any scandal touching his daughter would ruin him. Then I was going to be taken to the mall to have some sexy outfits purchased for me to wear tonight. She said not to worry about the fact that they had ripped up my clothing last night. She had some slutty outfits to take me to the mall in. And not to worry about my friends from college recognizing me. They would never guess that the bitch with the buzz cut hairdo and the "indecent" clothes I would be wearing was the demure little Ashley that they knew. Just to prove it, she said, she'd make a point of introducing her new "slavegirl" to any of my friends that we happened to run into. And then she reminded me that Bob's cousin was getting married next weekend, that the bachelor party was tonight and that I would be the entertainment. I pleaded with her, but Beth just laughed, slapped my face, and told me to shut up and listen. She said to face it I had no say in it. There would be about 30 people, she pointed out, and all of them were friends of mine from college. They'd really get a kick out of seeing me naked; and even if they didn't recognize me, I would know who they were. And if I didn't shape up and stop crying, she'd make sure that they DID know who I was. For at least the rest of the weekend, she pointed out, I was theirs to do with as they pleased and this was what pleased them. She said I would do whatever I was told to do that night or not only would I be punished in front of all the men there but they would be invited to take a hand in the punishment, too ere is Ashley's Torments the continuation.... done by me Ashley, please let me know what you think at ashleyjacobs20@hotmail.com and I hope you all enjoy I spent the first few hours of the morning posing reluctantly for snapshots. The kind that Beth liked, and they were pretty disgusting. That was the whole idea, she said. Bob got called in to work unexpectedly, so that meant that Beth had me all to herself. As soon as Bob walked out the door, she kept tugging on my leash hard and saying, "Good, that means no witnesses." She was really starting to scare me. I was almost glad we were going to the mall---I had to get out of that house. She suited me up with her sluttiest outfit. She handed me a T-shirt that was two sizes too small and when it stretched over my nipples, it rubbed the fabric hard against them. The shirt didn't even come down to my waist, it just barely reached my navel. Then Beth pulled out this latex mini-skirt with threads on the side. She laced it up and from the side, you could my skin all the way from my toes to the bottom of my shirt. Finally, she came back from her closet with a pair of 6 inch black high heels. "You better get used to high heels. It's the only kind you'll wear from now on," Beth warned me. She gave me a slap on my ass. "On all fours, my little pet. Time to go walkies." The drive to the mall was intense for me. I was sitting in the backseat with this huge collar and a leash, and we were driving to a mall where my friends hung out. I knew we would run into someone. I asked if I could please walk in without the leash on. Beth laughed. "No, you will keep the leash on, Ashley. But I don't want you to slow us up forever, so I will let you walk with me. And remember, walk two steps behind me." The walk through the parking lot wasn't too bad. Most people were a good distance away and they were minding their own business. But when we entered the cool air conditioned mall, that's when the staring started. There I was, collared, being led on a leash, with my high heels click-clacking along the slick tile floor. I could see a thousand eyes looking at me; I could feel the weight of their whispers on my body. Even the security guards, who I thought might come to my rescue, just pointed and laughed. I wanted to run, I wanted to hide. But I knew that the second I did anything stupid, Beth was going to zap me again with the remote control. "Let's go in to Victoria's Secret, my little slut, and see what we can find." Beth led me in and all three of the sales girls dropped their jaws at once. "C, can, can I help you ladies?" One finally asked, approaching Beth but staring only at my slutty outfit. "Yes, my slave here needs to try on some skimpy outfits. We're having a bachelor party tonight and she's the main attraction. " The salesgirl, Robin, came up with an assortment of lingerie and Beth was pleased. "The fitting room is right over to your le----" "Oh, my pet would much rather try them on out here so you girls can judge how they look. Isn't that right, Ashley?" Beth jingled the remote and I reluctantly lowered my head and quietly said, "Yes." Beth told me to take off my clothes right there the sales-floor. She handed me the lingerie and I began to model for the clerks and the customers who were gathering around to see the growing commotion. The crowds kept getting bigger around me as Beth had me take off and put on various see- through lacy underwear. When I dressed too slowly, she would gently zap the remote and I would feel the electricity pass painfully through my neck. Finally, Beth decided on her purchase and she led me out of that crowded store. Part Six "I'm hungry, I want to go to the food court. Come on." And Beth jerked harshly on my collar. It was almost noon time and the food area was full. Beth and I stood in line at the Chinese place and then she found a table almost in the center of the whole court. Instinctively, I pulled out a chair and them---ZAP! "No way. You will kneel down next to me, and I'll feed you myself," Beth commanded. I had been totally naked in front of tens of strangers at Victoria's Secrets, yet somehow, this fucking kneeling down to be fed felt even more humiliating. Beth took her chopsticks and leaned some noodles down to my mouth, I was starved for real food so I greedily accepted the Chinese. She patted my buzz-cut head. "Good, puppy." Again, people everywhere were staring at me, but I was so hungry and thirsty that it didn't matter as much. Finally, Beth was full (even though I wasn't) and she led me into the nearest bathroom. It was full too, and Beth was getting impatient waiting in line for a stall. "Kneel down, pet. I can't wait any longer." "What, are you kidding me, I'm not going t----" ZAP! ZAP! "Yes, you will kneel down on this dirty bathroom floor and you will like it, Ash." Slowly, reluctantly, I got down on my knees with my hands behind my back. I was starting to shake because I sensed what was coming next, and it was making me sick to my stomach. "Open your mouth wide, lean your head back. Remember, if you don't I can turn up the intensity of the brass studs. Either way, I'm using you as my toilet, like it or not." I opened my mouth and closed my eyes as I noted that several heads were now turned in our direction. "Oh my God," one of them gasped, "Would you look at that." Beth lowered her skirt and her panties and positioned her pussy right over my open mouth. Then, she started filling my mouth up with her piss. I tried at first to hold, not to swallow it, but then she poked me in the stomach with her hand and I choked a mouthful down. "Swallow it, or else Mr. Electricity visits your body again." I swallowed and swallowed and she kept on pissing in me. When she was finished, I started to gag and my reflexes almost threw up. But I knew if I did, then Beth would force me to lick all the piss up from the bathroom floor. Beth just smiled as I struggled to get off the floor. She just pulled on my leash harder and walked me out the door. "If you think piss is disgusting, then I can't wait to see your face at the bachelor party." We drove home and Beth taunted me the whole time how fun it was to humiliate me in front of so many people. She went on to tell me how lucky I should feel to have not run into anyone I knew. Maybe tomorrow we will go to a mall closer to home she giggled. Beth pulled into her drive way and said out bitch. Bobs car was there and as we walked in she was coming to the door. Where were you guys he said. Beth said out getting clothes for tomorrow. Bob said great get this, when Chris told the others of the entertainment the number of people coming doubled. There are 17 guys coming now and 3 girls. You believe that shit. Beth said oh it will be a fun evening. Well at least for us. The following day came quickly and I was awoken to the sound of Beth untying me from my spread eagle naked position on the bed. Wake up cunt, its your big day. Your coming out party sort to speak. I cried please Beth please don't go through with this. Call Paul tell him how sorry I am. Beth just laughed honey there is no Paul now. There is us and your ours till we tire of you. If your a good little twat we will release you in a few days. If not we sell you. Its up to you. Beth left the room and I laid there crying my eyes out. I couldn't believe the position I was in. Just then the door blew open and bob stood there with two guys I didn't know. I was sitting there totally nude. The first guy Steve shouted holy shit bob. She is fucking gorgeous. The other guy says oh come on this is a joke. Bob says "nope no joke, now were letting you two in on the truth everyone else will think she wants whats happening to her. I mean its hard to convice 17 people to rape and torture this girl. 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