Message-ID: <16009eli$9810042017@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Theodore@Spoonbender.demon.co.uk (Spoonbender) Subject: *** ASSM New Spoonbender Story - Mimi (Rape, BDSM) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: Theodore@Spoonbender.demon.co.uk 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: <361e7dc6.164606031@post.demon.co.uk> Mimi (Rape, BDSM) ******************************************************************** This short story is not for minors or anyone else that doesn't like to read about young ladies being used in a cruel and unusual fashion. This is copyright, for what its worth, by Spoonbender. It can be distributed freely as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived it is on the basis that I have unrestricted access to the archive. This is all pure fiction, the figment of a peculiar mind. Don't flame me if you don't like my style, I'm still learning the craft. Email me if you have constructive criticism, or if you like it and want more. My Email is theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk ******************************************************************** The late autumn sun casts dull red shadows across the shabby room. The grimy windows reluctantly yielding up the low slanting light through aeons of dirt and neglect. It is a large room, a shabby room. The furniture threadbare and leaking foam like solidified porridge. There are also pyramids of six packs, icy dew glistening on their sides littering the room, providing a modest counterpoint to the air of decay. The room is in a timefreeze. A Warholian portrait. 'Waiting for the party!' Suddenly a movement catches the periphery of your vision and you hunt for the source. You see the box first, the large steelbound safelike object, standing at least three feet high, probably higher. A sloped lid with grab handles screwed into it just where it sloped upwards towards the wall Then you notice the twitching buttocks. Female buttocks. Focused now, you detect a faint buzz, like a distant pair of hairclippers, pulsing relentlessly. Through the buttock crack you notice the wide leather belt, taut and straining as it seeks to hold the vibrator pushed deep within a spasming vagina. A black wire trails away into the dark corner of the room where the power unit ceaselessly pushes out energy to keep the dildo alive. There! Again the buttocks flinch and the hips roll slightly. A slither of sparkling goo spurts from around the relentless intruder and the hips shake again. Stepping forward you see a long, meandering line of fluids leading from the orgasming cunt down the widespread thighs. Looking closer you notice the second wire, this one leading inside the box, that connects to a smaller device buried in the asshole of the victim. For a victim she must be. Who would voluntarily submit to the humiliating pose that she is chained into? The wide open legs, giving unrestricted access to the delights of her sexual organs, once the belt is removed. The slim, naked legs, reminiscent of a fashion model, endlessly long and shapely with only the japanned chains providing a harsh counterpoint to the curves as they contrive to hold the legs in their extended wishbone. Whether she is completely naked you cannot tell because the top half of her body is buried within the box, which in turn is securely locked to prevent both your access and to preclude any thoughts she may entertain about fleeing from her position. An inflatable belt ensures that any sounds she may make are damped out so the room is silent, the only noises being the sound of the endless tormenting buzz deep inside her and the distant hum of the cars on the motorway. Fascinated now you move towards her and, although your instincts tell you that you are wrong, you can't help but rest your hand lightly on her twitching buttock. As your digits sink slightly into her yielding flesh she stiffens and her muscles grow taught under your questing fingers. For some reason this makes you bolder and your other hand begins its task of softly caressing the inside of her silken thighs. Up and down, your finger meanders, until you are rewarded by the oily film of sweat that starts to build up under your ministrations. The hips twitch again and another gob of juice expectorates from her grasping maw. You hum happily as you continue to explore the yielding nakedness of the lower part of her body. You see she is brown haired, but otherwise she has no features, no personality. She is just a couple of nicely presented holes, framed by a gloriously rounded butt, that are waiting to be dominated and used. You jump, startled, as you hear the sound of voices. Many voices. Your hands leap from her body as you turn to confront the threat. The door bursts open and the room quickly fills with the excited voices of at least a dozen men. They, like you, are middle aged and seedy but are chattering like teenagers. Your fellow rapists have arrived. The party is just beginning. ******************************************************************* The sea laps gently against the hull of the sleek white yacht as it rides easily at anchor in the oily sump of the Mediterranean. Occasionally I hear the muted sounds of my crew as they go about their chores, otherwise it is quiet. Except, of course, for the low hum of the fans as they cool the electronics that form the hub of my vast commercial empire. I relax in my leather lounger and punch the buttons that activate the elaborate satellite communications system that link me to the box. It takes a few seconds for the images to lock and clear then suddenly I can see both the room and the frightened face of a girl trapped inside the box on my bank of monitors. The broadcast quality video recorders whirr into life to freeze the moment on chrome dioxide as I study the face. It is around 19 years old. In fact I know it is 19, the personnel file, that lies open on my desk tells me so. She is pretty, not beautiful, but wholesome. Short dark hair, pulled back so I can study every nuance of her expression, framing an elven face. Her eyes are like brown, liquid pools and appear misty with unshed tears. Her nose is small and buttonlike and her mouth is slightly too wide to allow her to be beautiful. Now her face is screwed up in a rictus of pain and humiliation as another unwanted orgasm bursts full upon her. It is my moment to speak. "Hello Mimi. I hope you are comfortable." She starts at the sound of my voice and I could see the inner battle as she tries to quell her lust enough to deal with this unexpected development. "Aaah. Where am I? Who are you? Ooooh. What am I doing here?" "Now, now." I chided gently. "No questions. You are there for me to enjoy, by way of recompense for the damage you have inflicted on me." "Damage? What damage? I haven't done anything wrong." "Ah but you have. Don't think I don't know about you giving your boyfriend access to my security codes. So he could compromise my company. He was careless, underestimating the extent of my internal security systems, and so he got caught. He had no hesitation, incidentally, in giving us your name as his inside contact. I would have suggested, if you were in a more favourable position, to look for a more loyal lover. Your guilt is unequivocal so now you must pay, for him as well I'm afraid. Today is the start of your troubles Mimi." "Danny! What have you done to Danny?" "How very selfless of you Mimi, worrying about your boyfriend when you should really be worrying about yourself. Don't worry he is being looked after. Talent like his is rare and, after having the error of his ways explained to him, he is now working for me. His skills saved him. But you! No my dear you have no discernible talents that might make me relent. What can a junior data input clerk possibly have to offer me? So I must extract my recompense in other ways and that, sadly for you, is why you find yourself in your present predicament." "What are you going to do to me?" "Isn't that obvious my dear. I'm going to have you fucked." "Nooooo. Please don't. I'm sorry, truly I am. Please don't do this to me." I let her carry on for a brief moment then I touched a button on my console. Three thousand miles away a mosfet kicked in and a blast of electrical current surged through the clips attached to her nipples. Her eyes screwed up in pain and I thought her pearly teeth would shatter with the force as she clenched them tightly. Her chained hands fluttered uselessly out of reach of her tortured mammaries. I let her subside and the spend a few minutes watching her tear streaked face as the relentless buzzing starts to make her climb the olympian heights towards her renewed orgasm. A movement on one of the monitors caught my eye as the door in the room opened. It is the first of the guests. Garnered by a small ad asking for men that would be prepared to indulge in the unusual fantasies of an oversexed teenager. One that was too shy to show her face. They all think that it is really a consensual act, little knowing that it is in reality the first stage in the breaking of a stupid young girl. Not, I suspect, that they would care if the first specimen is anything to go by. If they are all like this then they would have very little chance of indulging in the delights of soft teenage flesh like this on a consensual basis. I watched the man hesitate then creep up to the girl. He paused to wipe the sweat from his fleshy face as he surveyed her delightful rump. He really was a disgusting creature, fleshily plump with the grey pallor obtained by an all too infrequent acquaintanceship with soap. Not the sort of man that Mimi would normally associate herself with. But then again her circumstances were hardly normal now. Now she was on offer and he was there to take. And take he shall. But first he will play. Setting the scene. Delighting in her soft, springy flesh as he fiddled around the junction of her thighs, while she mewled in horror. "Is that nice Mimi?" I enquired gently. "Is that you doing that?" She moaned. I laughed. "No Mimi. It is not me. It is your worst nightmare become flesh. Think of the most hideous specimen of masculinity that your imagination can conjure up and you will be close to understanding exactly who it is that is toying with you. You are helpless Mimi and this hideous man is going to fuck you. And you will pleasure him. You have no choice, nothing you can do can stop his pleasure. He will enjoy you and when he is finished........then others will take his place." "Nooooooooo!" She screamed as another gob of cream slithered from her pussy. Just then the door opened and the rest of the crew arrived. They were as sorry a bunch of individuals as you could ever home to meet. Every shade of sleaze was represented in that room and they all focused on that delightful little butt that was presented to them in such a gloriously available fashion. My henchmen had set the scene beautifully, from the seedy room right through to the tape recorder which had a very prominent sign on it inviting the 'visitors' to press the play button. After what seemed like a lifetime of muttering one of the men noticed the sign and switched on the machine. After a few seconds of hissing Mimi's voice came through loud and clear. At least it was a very close facsimile. Its amazing what you can do with an actresses voice and a digital speech synthesiser. I had piped the output into Mimi's little cell and I watched her reaction with a feeling very akin to deep squirming pleasure as the voice began. "Er hello. My name is Mimi and I will be your...er... hostess tonight [pause]. Please feel free to ....er....enjoy me," The voice had the most amazing timbre and resonance which reminded me, and no doubt the 'guests' too, that this was a little girl who had got caught with her hand in the cookie jar and that this was her just punishment. Equally obvious was the fact that she was reading from a pre-prepared script. Moreover one of which she had had no part in penning. An impression that was confirmed when she continued. "I ... er... made a mistake and I stole another girl's fiancé. It was only a one night stand but I broke them up and for that I'm very sorry. When I saw her I asked how I could make amends and she suggested this." I could swear that I could hear her gulp. This was a most impressive piece of editing. I must remember to add a substantial bonus to the soundman's recompense. After another suitable pause she continued in her little girl voice. "Please be gentle with me and I will try to make it good for you [sob]. If you are worried about my consent you will find a pile of signed letters on the table confirming my willingness. Oh and please use a condom, I'm not on the pill." The last part, at least, was true. Danny, her only lover, had thoughtfully used condoms. The pile of consent forms was over an inch thick. They were all individually signed, by a signature writing machine, using a copy of her handwriting. I informed her of this, then watched the tears start to stream when the import of the words registered on her overloaded brain. Legally, I informed her, she had consented to what was going to happen. However bad. They had proof and they were as safe as houses. And it was up to her to prove that she hadn't done it willingly. That was, of course, if she could ever find them. And even if she found one of them. She wouldn't know who the others were so they might come looking for her and do it all over again. It was all nonsense of course, but to a naive young girl like this it, it had a terrifying ring of truth. Especially in light of the gravitas I imported to my voice. Meanwhile the tape hissed for a second or two then another female voice came on. "My name is Jenny," It informed the men. "And it was me that 'suggested' that the bitch submitted to this in return for stealing my man. We were going out for over 3 years and now he's gone, so she deserves everything she gets. Now I don't want you guys to suffer so she is under strict orders to give you a good time. If she doesn't then feel free to use one of the canes I have provided. A few strokes from that should wake her up again. As far as using condoms are concerned I leave it to you to use your own judgement. My view is that having a squalling brat might just give her something else to concentrate on, instead of vamping other girl's men." She paused as if the let the sentiment of what she had said, truly sink home. "Just unclip the belt and take out the dildo and you can start when you want," She continued. "As you can see she's ready. Oh yeah, a word of advise, she's got a big vibrating butt plug in her ass, which will help get you off. I'd suggest you leave it in. She might not enjoy it but you sure as hell will. Enjoy the bitch and teach her a lesson she'll never forget." The tape went silent again and then clicked off, leaving the men smiling at each other and rubbing their hands in anticipation. Mimi had closed her eyes and was muttering something about. "This can't be happening." "Of course its happening, that's what you get for stealing Mimi. I think you'll remember this lesson far more than if you had been awarded a spell in Jail, don't you?" "Oh please. Please. I'll never do it again. Please don't do this to me." I zapped her tits again, my finger resting lazily on the button for a long half minute as she writhed in agony. "Tut, tut Mimi, " I scolded. "There's another lesson you must learn and that is that if I have made up my mind that something is going to happen then no-one, least of all you, is going to stop it. And no amount of pleading is going to help you out. Mimi, you are going to get fucked. Hard fucks, hammering fucks, not the mamby pamby lovey stuff you did with your boyfriend." I saw the look of shock on her face. "You're wondering how I know? Easy. My security people videoed you at it, just before we picked you up. They have many hours of you on tape but that was a nice, erotic counterpoint to the films of you shopping and working." "Oh God. Oh God," She cried. "This is a nightmare." "Of course it is. And its going to get a hell of a lot worse. Wait, I see some action happening. Get ready Mimi you are just about to get shafted. Just like you tried to shaft me." One of the men reached forward and unbuckled the belt. As the end slipped the loop the dildo shot out of her slick wet pussy to thud dully on the bare wooden floor. It buzzed balefully until one of the men kicked it across the room. Its job was finished. Now it was the real thing. The men stood in awed silence as they studied her wetly welcoming cunt. It was a pink cunt, a tiny cunt. Hardy used. It promised an ocean of pleasure. Now it awaited them. Helpless. Available. Ready to be taken. To be ridden hard until overwhelming bliss overtakes the fortunate rider. The cunt twitched innocently. It seemed to shyly beckoning. Calling out to be fucked. Blushingly. Maidenly. Pinkly and damply inviting. Coy and skittish. A colt to be broken. A thoroughbred ready to be used, her energies tamed towards the absolving of your lust within her dark, mysterious depths. The frozen tableau continued for a few seconds, as the men stood seemingly afraid to take the initiative. Overawed by the flawless beauty and not believing their luck. Not so with Mimi. Her eyes were clenched, as were her fists as she awaited her despoliation. Frightened and terrifying aware of her naked vulnerability. I broke the reverie by zapping her breasts. "Open your eyes Mimi," I told her. "I want to look into them as you are taken." "Oh no! No. Do you mean you can see me? Oh no. But how? I can't see you, " She wailed forlornly. The warped logic of her statement made me smile. But then I must forgive her under the circumstances. Her predicament hardly allowing her much rational thought. I zapped her again and she snapped open her eyes. Unfortunately for her she had involuntarily shaken her hips as if in desperation for the feel of a cock. At least that is how the men understood it. A penis, gnarled with a curious kink, was produced, seemingly from nowhere, and the party began to take shape. With no preliminaries whatsoever he lined himself up with her pussy and pushed home as hard as he could. When they say someone is having a screw then they must be referring to this man's particular technique. He seemed to hunch his hips, that is the only way I can describe it. The effect of this manoeuvre was to twist his cock slightly as he forced it home. Mimi was wet. But Mimi was not ready. Not mentally and certainly not physically, especially in light of the inhuman battering that she was getting as he tried to plunge home to the hilt. I looked deep into her eyes and I saw her soul crying out as she was desecrated. Her ululation's echoed around the box as he pounded inexorably into her. Finally he was home and he paused to wipe the sweat from his face before grabbing her hips. He adjusted his stance slightly then started to draw out of her again. "Oh God. Oh God. He's huge. Please stop him. Pleeeease. He's hurting meeee." As the tip was just about to break free from her lips he reversed his thrust and banged back into her. Causing her to grunt in pain. His strokes became faster and faster. And her whimpering moans came closer together. And all the time I talked to her. Pouring poison into her ears as the man pounded relentlessly away. And the other men cheered him on. Telling her she was a slut, a whore. No good for anything except fucking. He started to stiffen and I seized my chance. "Oh God Mimi stop him." "Whaaaaa!" She wailed. "He's not wearing a condom. Oh no, don't let him cum in you. He's ugly, hideously ugly. He may get you pregnant and you'll have the ugliest baby in the world. Stop him for God's sake stop him Mimi. Before he comes." "Oh noooooo! What can I do? What can I dooooooo?" "Squeeze him out. Use your pussy muscles. Squeeze him. Do anything just get him out before he cums." The man's hands tightened on her hips. I could see the fleshy knuckles whitening under the strain as he pulled her towards him, his cock buried deep in her womb. When he came...................... He shouted. The other men cheered. She screamed. And I laughed. I'd just added nicely to her horror as she felt his heat pumping into her. He held his pose for a few seconds, giving her the occasional jerk in order to force more cream from his searing prick. Then, with a satisfied sigh that virtually bounced off the walls, he pulled out. We were all greeted with the sight of her pussy spasming and trying to force the unwanted seed from within itself. "I'm sorry. Oh God. I'm so sorry," She cried. "I'll never do it again. Never. I'll be good. Oh no. He did it inside me. I tried to stop him but I couldn't. Oh nooooooo." It was as if she was apologising to me. A very satisfying moment I can tell you. I swear she was fully repentant of her wicked ways now. If I had been there I may just have broken the party up at that point. Believing her to be chastised enough. However I wasn't there and even if I was I doubt that I would have been able to stop what was about to take place. So I helped it along. "Mimi," I said, harshly. "You'd better shape up and give these guys a good time or they'll thrash the living daylights out of you. And you won't like that believe me." "But he came in me. He raped me," She babbled. "Yes and so will all the others." "Please let me go. Please." A cock was jammed into her and the pumping began anew. She groaned in misery as the forceful, rutting strokes rammed her hips against the side of the box. "Move your hips." "Ah...Ah...Ahh..Ahh," She moaned as the prick slammed into her with all the subtlety and finesse of a steamhammer. I zapped her tits and shouted. "MOVE YOUR HIPS!" "How..ow..ow?" "Twist them, turn them. Hump him back." Crying out in humiliation and pain she started to grind her hips against him as he pummelled her. I watched for a few minutes then looked at my watch as the man ejaculated into her clutching, twisting maw. It was time to get ready. I strolled back in about half an hour later and caught sight of her being caned. Her heartfelt cries echoing uselessly around the inside of her little prison, as the man lashed into her with all his strength. They could not hear her and even if they could they would show no mercy. She had patently failed to satisfy and for that she must be shown the error of her ways. The double tramlines multiplied over her frantically clenching buttocks as the cane forged its fiery strokes across her helpless orbs. The cane was thrown down and Mimi waited. But not for long. A cock sought her out and plunged deep. I turned down the sound as I heard the telephone chirrup beside my elbow. "Yes." "Your launch is alongside sir. Her ladyship is already aboard." "Thank you captain." I took one last look at the determined jut of her chin and the frown of concentration that furrowed her brow. I knew that she would indeed try her very hardest to pleasure them. However difficult it would be for her. She would do anything to avoid a further caning. Including fucking them back. "However many there are," I chuckled as I saw the door open and more men tumble into the room. Switching off the monitors, but not the recorders, I strolled out of the communications cabin. I smiled as I thought of her in that box. Then I thrust all thoughts of her determinedly to one side. Tonight I must be in full possession of my faculties. I will next think of her again as I watch the tapes. Knowing that she wouldn't be there any longer. The box would be vacant by the time I came to relive her defilement. And the day after tomorrow she would be satisfying the savage lusts of the men in my mining township, deep within the African bush. Her psychometric profile indicated her intense dislike of black men. Now was the time to find out whether that theory was sound. Meanwhile I must go. It just isn't done to keep the Ambassador waiting at his own banquet. Especially when one is the guest speaker. ***************************************************************************** Ok whaddya think? -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----