Message-ID: <18164eli$9812210606@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "M. Quayle" Subject: A "Farrell" Story (Late For Dinner) Chapters 25-27 (S&M Family fun, competitive sports) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: okieram@telepath.com 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: <367D270D.71FE@telepath.com> New chapters are posted regularly in alt.sadistic and alt.torture >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> WARNING! This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains Strong Sexual Content and Lame Attempts at Humor. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way condone or encourage similar behavior even if it was safe or conformed to the laws of physics. If you are under or over the age of 18 or reside in a state (or state of mind) that prohibits such behavior, stop reading this stuff immediately or you will never be elected Speaker of the House!!! Remember: DON’T DO THIS AT HOME!!!!! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< copyright 1998 by M Quayle (a pseudonym) All rights reserved. Do not repost or post without permission of author. Late for Dinner Chapter 25: Just You and Me The attendant showed the girls to the shower room and laid out fresh clothes for them. “We’ll launder these and return them,” his voice smiled from under his hood. Kathy began to apologize for creating such a mess, but the attendant waived her off. “Happens five or six time a night,” he handed her a tiny bottle of shampoo. “You hang, you cum, you pee,” he shrugged. “Just as natural as that.” Soon Kathy and Christi were identically dressed in black over-the-knee socks and hot pink complementary T-shirts that read “I Did the Rope Dance at the Hood & Noose.” Although Kathy thought the shirt was much too long -- it actually reached her navel -- it was cool to have a souvenir of her first real “swinging” experience. Since her hair, too, had been drenched by Christi’s fluids, Kathy tied it in a ponytail instead of trying to salvage her ornate hairdo. Then it was back in the trunk and off to the hotel. Kathy snuggled close to Christi in the comforting darkness and the two girls giggled with excitement as they speculated about what new experiences lay in the hours ahead. But disappointment was waiting when the trunk opened. “I’m sorry, Christi,” the supervisor apologized, “but, until you told me at dinner, I didn’t realize that you’d be competing in the regional Submissive Miss contest. I’m one of the judges, so I called my office from the limo and they say we can’t do a session until the pageant or you’ll be disqualified.” Christi was crestfallen, she’d been so looking forward to cowering before of the powerful, sadistic man. “Oh,” she whined, “why do these things always happen to me?” “There, there,” the secretary soothed. “We’ll just swap. Kathy can go with my friend here,” he took Christi gently by the hand, “and you can come back to my room with me.” “Your room? You, you mean we’re not going to the dungeon?” Christi exclaimed in horror. “Heaven’s no,” the secretary laughed. “I enjoy watching a good rope dance as much as the next guy, but tonight,” he took Christi’s face in both hands and tenderly kissed her mouth, “I’m in the mood for love.” Before Christi could reply, the supervisor seized Kathy firmly by her ponytail. “Well, I guess it’s just you and me, then,” he quick marched her through the crowded hotel lobby and into an elevator. “This should be interesting,” he told the dumb struck girl as he pushed the button for “D” level, “I’ve never done a session with a novice before.” “Yes, yes, this should be ... interesting,” was all Kathy could think to reply. Late for Dinner Chapter 26: Okay, Rack ‘em “Tell me, Kathy, have you ever played pool?” The supervisor asked as they entered the cold, dark grotto. “Why, no, I haven’t,” Kathy was puzzled by the question. What could “playing pool” possibly have to do with the black leather and chrome torture chamber that lay before her. Although the lighting was almost as bad as at the Hood & Noose, she could see at least a dozen girls, some younger than herself, chained to the blood-spattered walls. In one corner a man was being whipped by three teens while two men took turns violating the bottom of a very attractive blonde who was tied across a leather-covered saw horse. “This is so boring,” the supervisor yawned as they watched a hostess wrap a woman’s breasts with piano wire. “Nothing creative, just the same old stuff,” he tisked and lead Kathy through a side door marked “Billiards.” Kathy was aghast at what she saw: the spread legs of six bound women made up the pool table’s padded cushions and specially-designed speculums opened their vaginas to create the most intimate of pockets. “Now this is more like it!” the supervisor exclaimed and asked the hostess if his guest could join the game. “Certainly, Sir,” the black leather-clad woman released the bonds holding one of the corner pockets and removed the painful-looking speculum. She then gestured for Kathy to replace the slim Asian women who had been held in place by a large wooden anal plug. “Just sit on this, lean back, and we’ll get you in the game,” she said coolly. “I think I’d rather just watch, if you don’t mind,” Kathy balked. But the supervisor would hear nothing of it and quickly lifted her off her feet. “It’s much more fun if you play, Kathy,” he positioned the girl’s uncooperative bottom over the vicious dowel. She protested its rude invasion and fought mightily but to no avail as her date and the hostess secured her legs, tied her arms to hooks at a 60-degree angle behind her head, and inserted the demanding chrome-plated spreader. The supervisor selected a pool cue from the rack, powdered his hands, chalked the tip and leaned over the table. He lined up a practice shot and -- smack -- drove the “8” ball into Kathy’s hairless pocket! Kathy’s ovaries stopped the ball’s forward motion and she was momentarily blinded by the stars that danced before her eyes. The supervisor retrieved the ball, called “okay, rack ‘em,” and the game began. The supervisor drove the “5” ball into the side redhead on the break then banked the “7” off the coffee-colored corner girl. His opponent popped two balls -- the “2 and “12” -- into the big-busted brunette opposite Kathy, but came up short on a tricky combination that set the supervisor up for three straight shots into Kathy’s corner pocket. I don’t think I’ll ever get the hang of this game, Kathy thought as the supervisor sank the “3” and lined up his next shot. Late for Dinner Chapter 27: Look Out for Trouble “There you go, young lady,” the hotel doctor concluded, “you just keep that chastity belt on for a couple of days and you’ll be right as rain.” Kathy looked down at the bright highway-orange protective device. “Yes, Sir,” she sighed, “is it really that bad? All we did was play pool all night.” “So I understand,” the professional clicked the belt’s locks into place. “You didn’t do any real damage, but you’ve had more than enough fun for a girl your age.” “Did you get all the balls out?” Kathy shifted her achy bottom on the examination table. “Yep, all gone,” the doctor shut his black bag, “ but that last one was really up there. Just remember,” he lectured, “next time you insist on three-quarter size balls. You’re still growing,” he lifted her T-shirt and glided his hand softly over Kathy’s chest, “you’re not ready for regulation play. “And I think this,” he -- flick -- smoothly removed the pearl stick pin from Kathy’s left breast “has been there long enough.” He wiped two small drops of blood from the tender wounds, applied Band-Aids and guided the exhausted girl off the table and onto her knees. “Oh, okay,” Kathy sniffled as he unzipped his pants and guided her face into his crotch. “How can I ever thank you?” “You’re off to a nice start,” the doctor breathed deeply and let the blonde sex-ed major show her appreciation. “A nice start, indeed.” It wasn’t long before the doctor added a fresh stream of protean to the growing collection on Kathy’s face. “You just come back on Tuesday,” he zipped his pants and smiled, “then you can thank me some more after I unlock that belt.” Kathy kissed the doctor chastely on the cheek, put the stick pin in her purse and said her good-byes. The hideous orange chastity belt drew stares as she trudged wearily across the hotel lobby, but her face brightened when she spied Mommy waving from the main entrance. “So, there you are,” Mommy hugged her daughter then surveyed the wreckage. “What happened to you? Do I really want to know?” Kathy explained the after dinner mix-up and how she had ended up playing pool with the Supervisor of Masochistic Instruction while Christi was carried off by the amorous Secretary of Education. “Well, these things happen,” Mommy comforted as they walked to the parking lot. “A couple of days in a chastity belt never killed anyone.” “I know,” Kathy opened the car door and fell into the seat, “it’s just so -- hey, what are you guys doing here?” Becky and Carol greeted her from the back seat. “We’re all going to the airport and I’m going to Pinochio!” Becky exclaimed. “That’s Tokyo, Dear,” Mommy corrected. “Daddy called last night and said he’s flying straight to Japan for a big business conference. Becky’s going to join him and help entertain his clients.” “That’s ‘cause I’m a masoskist,” Becky bubbled. “Speaking of ‘masoskists’,” Kathy brightened, “ how’d you and Billy like your evening at the Potters?” “It was real neat,” the freckle-faced redhead perked. “Mrs. Potter wrote my name on my bootie with her riding crop,” she turned around in the seat and raised her plaid skirt. “See it spells ‘Becky’!” “Cool! How about our ‘dear’ brother?” “Oh, Mr. Potter really liked Billy. He even gave him a big butt plug to wear home!” “I’d loved to have seen that,” Kathy cackled and relished the mental image of her brother finally getting a taste of his own medicine. “Oh, you will,” Mommy smirked mischievously. “I’ve got the videotape in my purse. I was afraid it would disappear if I left it home with Billy.” “Sorry to interrupt,” Carol apologized, “ but what’s happened to my daughter?” Just then the hotel’s sliding glass doors opened and Christi glided into the midday sunshine. She looked beauty pageant-perfect from the top of her cotton-candy hair to the sparkling toes of her high heels. A bouquet of red roses cradled in her arms, she turned and gave a huge toothy smile and a graceful “turning the light bulb” wave to the still fawning education secretary. “Uh oh, I’d know that look anywhere,” Carol cautioned. “Look out for trouble.” The electric smile continued as Christi got into the car. “Just get me out of here,” she hissed and blew her persistent admirer a glowing farewell kiss. I can’t wait to hear this one, Kathy grinned as the white Mercedes exited the parking lot and pulled onto the highway to the airport. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----