Message-ID: <7124eli$9803221748@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: jaypee Subject: THE PLUCKED DUCK 6-10 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <35145E07.7312@KIVA.NET> THE PLUCKED DUCK 6-10 by Joy Paine NC, MF, FF, anal, humiliation, slavery, voyeurism, torture, maybe more This is another story in which no intentional similarity is intended to any actual person, living or dead. Again, remember that your imagination often will shape the details. For instance, does the victim enjoy her fate, even unwillingly? Only you can tell. The Plucked Duck by Joy Paine Index words: torturer# the game# whip# forced to strip# chapter 6 The Game torturer# The man was big, and powerful, but beginning to run to fat. The corset-like garment about his waist showed that he was conscious of the price his body was paying for years of dissolution, and that he was subordinating comfort to vanity. Most of his costume, like the corset, was a shiny black -- black shorts, black boots, and black leather gloves. The cape that hung flamboyantly from his shoulders was black and scarlet. Otherwise, he was naked. Except for the mask. It was either black satin or shiny leather, and it quite effectively hid his identity, at the same time adding to the demonic atmosphere that surrounded him. A broad strap of leather hung loosely in his hand -- probably the very same strap that he had used to chastise Alice's breasts Cathy thought. She turned to Alice, who was aiming the movie camera in her direction. "What is this?" she thundered. Tried to thunder, that is. Her voice almost broke, and sounded more like a whimper. "Just like I told you, baby. The man asked me to introduce you to him, under these 'special' circumstances." "But -- but -- surely this is some kind of a joke. Isn't it?" "No joke, honey. Or rather, the joke's on you, I'm afraid." "But how could you do something like this to me?" Cathy wasn't sure what "this" was going to be, but she had seen enough to know that she didn't like it. Especially after Alice's story of her rape. "Like I told you, honey, the man made me an offer I couldn't refuse. You'll understand later. Look, kid," she went on in a softer voice. "I'm sorry -- awfully sorry -- that you're going to suffer a bit of unpleasantness, but it makes a huge difference to me. As I say, you'll understand later. "Ready!" she called to the man as she started the camera. Cathy whirled to face the new threat, half crouched into a defensive posture. The man leered at her through the eye-slits in the mask. the game# "Well now, baby. I'm glad to see that you're impressed. We're going to play a little game, sweetie. A nice little game. One that's very easy to learn. "We take turns," he went on. "You get the first move. After all, ladies first." He gave a little bow of mock gallantry. "And you do something that you think I'll like. Anything at all. Use your imagination, or that famous woman's intuition that you always read about. "If you guess right, and I do like it, you get another turn. If I don't like it, or if you don't take your turn quickly enough, it's my move. And I do something that you won't like. Then it's your turn again. Very neat, very simple. Of course, I cheat once in a while, and take a move even when it isn't my turn, just to be mean. But that's the way it goes -- I make the rules, I can break the rules. "Got it? ready, set, GO!" Cathy forced herself into a posture of bravado. "I won't play your stupid game," she said defiantly. "You can't do this to me." The man laughed. "I don't like lies, especially foolish ones. Obviously, I can do this to you, since I am doing it. My move!" whip# His hand swung the strap in a short vicious arc, slashing Cathy's hip. She yelped in pain. "Good!" the man called. "I love the way you jiggle when you jump. And that pathetic tone in your voice just sends me up the wall. It's your turn again." "Please --" Cathy began. "Sorry -- I don't want you to beg just yet." The lash cut across Cathy's breasts. Cathy doubled over in pain, trying to curl herself up into a ball. The lash bit into her face. She moved her hands to protect her head, and received another stroke across her breasts. "Please", she sobbed. "Tell me what you want, and I'll do it. I'll do anything, but tell me!" The man chuckled, a bit out of breath from the exertion. "That's better, sweetie. OK, stand up and let's talk it over." Cathy managed to struggle painfully to her feet, stood before him, sobbing. The top two buttons had torn off her blouse, and the man's eyes fastened greedily on her firm young cleavage. "It's your turn, baby," he prodded. forced to strip# "But -- but what do you want me to do?" The man's eyes never left her decolletage. "I think that you're woman enough to know what I want, sweetie." His hand made his meaning clear by reaching for the front of her blouse, slowly unfastening the one remaining button. It was fully apparent that Cathy was not wearing a bra. She shrank from his lecherous gaze, gathered the edges of her blouse together with her hands. "Please don't," she whimpered. "Take it off, baby." He didn't raise his voice by a single decibel, but the strap slashed into her soft young body again. Cathy squealed in agony. Another blow, and another. And another . . . Finally, Cathy couldn't take it any longer. Slowly, reluctantly, she slipped her arms out of the sleeves of her blouse, let the garment fall to the floor. She stood there with her head hanging dejectedly, trying to hide her nudity with her hands. "All right," her tormentor continued. "Let's see a little respect. Stand at attention, with your hands at your sides, and let's see what you've got." He emphasized the command with another blow, all the more painful now that she had lost the protection of her blouse. Her spirit broken for the moment, Cathy let her hands fall to her sides, and held her shoulders back. The man gave a low whistle. "What a pair of knockers!" he breathed reverently. "They're so great that I just might not pin the tassels on for a while." Thank God for small favors, Cathy thought. Then her torturer spoke again. "OK, baby. Now let's get the rest off." Slowly, painfully, and goaded by an occasional blow from the strap, Cathy took off her sandals, and stepped out of her shorts. Finally, she peeled off her panties. chapter 7 The Bargain good words: threat of rape# rape: oral/anal# pins# threat of rape# The man made Cathy stand at attention for a long time, while he looked her over, enjoying her embarrassment even more than the nudity of her nicely rounded body. Then his hands . . . Finally, he seized Cathy's ankle, threw her painfully to the floor. "OK, baby. Now to make a woman of you." Cathy moaned as his rough hands probed the area between her thighs. "Please," she sobbed. "Nobody's ever done that to me." The man chuckled happily. "Virgin, eh? Honey, this is going to be even better than I expected." He forced her legs farther apart. "Wait!" Alice unexpectedly grabbed the man's shoulders and dragged him away. He whirled on her, backhanding her viciously across the breasts. "Get back to the camera, bitch, where you belong. I'll take care of you later," he added ominously. Alice huddled in a heap, her arms cradling her aching bosom. "No," she said determinedly. "If Cathy is a virgin, that changes the whole situation. So help me God, I'm not going to let you break her cherry, the way you broke mine." The man stood up, approached Alice menacingly, while Cathy lay in a heap, whimpering. "Damn right," he snarled. "I fucked you once, and I'll fuck you again. Right now, if it's all right with you. I guess I have enough endurance to take you both on," he grinned. Alice paled. "Wait -- " she protested. "You're forgetting that you need me to do this right. You want pictures, don't you? Well, you won't get a single frame -- in fact, I'll open the camera and spoil the footage we've got so far." Her hand went to the catch on the camera. "Unless you promise not to deflower her." The man though for a moment. The his face contorted into an evil grin. "OK," he said. "Suppose we make a deal. I'll leave her cherry, on a couple of conditions. "First," he ticked off on his fingers, "you take the pictures like we agreed." Alice nodded. "Second, I fuck you instead of her." Alice gasped in dismay. "No -- no --" she faltered. "I couldn't do that." "I thought not," the man gloated. "Sure you'd like to keep her for yourself, but there's a limit to the price you're willing to pay. "OK, I've got one other alternative. My last offer." He turned to Cathy. rape: oral/anal# "You may not know it, cunt, but there's more than one way a broad can satisfy a man. You do what I want -- everything that I want -- and I'll have just as much fun, and you can keep your precious maidenhead. Until our next meeting, at least," he chuckled. Alice moaned. "Oh no . . ." she protested weakly. "You'd rather do it for me yourself?" the man grinned at her. "No, I thought not," he went on, reading the answer in her face. "So, little girl," he turned to Cathy, "we'll use your other holes, and you can keep your cherry." Cathy began to understand what he had in mind. She felt sick, but she managed to choke down the lump in her throat. Degrading though his suggestions were, she told herself, there would be less permanent damage, including the risk of pregnancy, if she submitted to his perversions. She nodded weakly, unable to speak. pins# The man leered. "OK, baby, but I warn you -- the party's really going to be rough. First of all, we'll pin these little tassels on you, to help you to remember our bargain.' Cathy screamed as he drove the points into her breasts. "And this little bow on your cunt will bean even more intimate reminder." She screamed again at the new agony. "And now here's what you can do to keep me out of your twat." The camera whirred on into the long afternoon. . . chapter 8 After good words: forced lesbianism# After an eternity of pain and humiliation, her torturer left, first helping Alice to carry Cathy's slumped body up to the bedroom. He turned menacingly as he left the room. "I owe you one for this, bitch," he snarled, squeezing her left breast until she screamed. "Too bad that little Cathy wore me out. Otherwise, I'd teach you a lesson right now." Then he stalked out. They heard him venting his rage by roaring down the driveway in low gear. forced lesbianism# Cathy summoned all her remaining strength, reached laboriously to pull out one of the tassels that were tormenting her breasts. Alice grabbed her wrist, easily overpowering her. "Not yet, honey," she chided. "They look cute on you." Cathy grimaced in pain. "But they hurt!" she protested. "I remember," Alice said, a vindictive note in her voice. "Sure they hurt," she grinned impishly. "Especially when I do this. Or this." Cathy screamed in new agony as the girl's fingers manipulated the pins. Alice smiled exultantly, revelling in the younger girl's pain. With difficulty, Cathy found her voice again. "But why are you doing this to me? And why did you deliver me to that sadist in the first place?" Alice smiled pensively. "The inducement, honey. Or rather, two inducements. The carrot and the stick. First, he would have raped me again if I hadn't set you up for him. "And the second reason is that I love you." Cathy suddenly sat upright, screamed again as the motion shook her breasts. "Love?" she screamed. :You call it love that will make you let me be treated like this?" Alice's smile took on a hint of sadness. "I'm afraid that you'd never accept my kind of love any other way." Cathy's eyes flashed in sudden angry realization. "And I'll be damned if I'll accept your so-called 'love' now, you -- you dyke!" Alice fondly patted the bow at Cathy's crotch, sending new agony through her soft young body. "Beautiful, honey," the older girl gloated. "It's going to be all the sweeter with you feeling that way. The prize is always more satisfying if it is preceded by a chase. I think," she mused, "if I had been a man. I would have been a rapist, like my stepfather. "And our love affair is going to last a long, long time, too," she continued. "Just as long as I have those pictures we took." Cathy's heart sank as she remembered the movie camera. Alice could see that she understood. "That was the second inducement, sweetie. I get prints of stills from the movie, and permission to send them to your parents, or show them around school, or anything that I want, if you don't co-operate. Oh, and one other part of the deal. After each time we make love, you're to write a little note to me -- hand-written, of course -- thanking me for the fun, and telling in every detail what you did for me. And what I did to you. "I'm to send the notes to my step-father. I don't know what he plans to do with them, but he'll probably get a big kick out of showing them around -- along with the pictures -- to some of the Dirty Old Men that he knows." Alice had been undressing as she spoke, and was now as naked as Cathy. "But we won't need the threat of the pictures tonight," she went on. "He left his strap for me . . ." Later -- much later -- Alice plucked out the pins that had been tormenting Cathy, and rubbed on a soothing ointment. She took her time with the rubbing, enjoying the feeling of ownership it gave her to touch Cathy in those intimate places. "Don't worry, sweetie," she crooned. "We won't need those nasty prickers every time. Just for special occasions -- maybe about three times out of five." chapter 9 Jack good words: voyeur# watching a rape# The police were as good as their word. They woke Jack early in the morning, let him shower and shave, and offered him breakfast, which he declined. Giving him back his personal effects, they turned him loose without any record of the fact that he had been their reluctant guest for the night. As he left the station, they gave him a copy of the morning newspaper. It was the sensationalist rag put out by the Boss's party, Jack noticed, but he let his eye run over the front page anyway. He froze as the banner headline caught his attention. "CRUSADING EDITOR'S WIFE JAILED!" it screamed at him. Other phrases leaped out of the paper as he scanned the article: "arrested after wild party . . .found naked, in narcotic stupor . . . husband's whereabouts unknown . . .' The story told in lurid detail how the police had answered the complaint of an anonymous neighbor, had seen several men fleeing from the house as they approached, and had found evidences of wild revelry and sexual excess. A reporter and photographer had "just happened" to be at the station when the call had come in, and had hurried over to document the incident. Jack suddenly realized that his arrest had been part of a plot to keep him from interfering while the Boss's minions were fabricating evidence to discredit him in the eyes of the community's decent citizens. And Dorothy! What had happened to her? And where was she now? Jack had no doubt where to go to find out. Not trusting himself to drive in his present mood, he hailed a passing taxi, and told the driver to take him to the Seraglio Club. The cabby was obviously amused at the idea of anyone going there at this hour, but his first humorous essay brought such a vehement response that he drove the rest of the way in silence. The ex-wrestler who answered Jack's ring was not surprised to see him -- obviously, the Boss had anticipated Jack's visit. "Come on in, buddy," the doorman said, with a bluff familiarity that revealed undertones of contempt. The Boss will be glad to see you." As they walked through the empty club, they were joined by another employee, almost as huge a man as the first. Jack felt just a touch of fear, but his rage and his concern for Dorothy kept it at bay. voyeur# The goons frisked Jack before they took him through the door that opened into the Boss's sumptuous office, held him by the arms as they walked across the expensive carpet to where the Boss sat. Some of the draperies that hung from the walls had been pulled aside, to reveal a two-way mirror into which the Boss was gazing intently. On the other side of the mirror, a couple of show girls were getting out of their costumes after the night's last show. "Now see here . . ." Jack began, but was silenced by a hand over his mouth. The Boss spoke without taking his eyes from the mirror. "Keep Lover Boy quiet for a moment," he ordered. "You'd think that he would have learned better manners, what with all the high-class people he goes around with." Easily overcoming Jack's struggles, the two men dragged him across the room, handcuffed him to a couple of rings fastened in the wall. A rough gag silenced his protests. And there he perforce waited until the Boss had finished his voyeuristic adventure, taking pictures from time to time. As he regretfully watched the last girl finish covering herself, the Boss beckoned to one of the men. "I think I'd like to have a roll with that redhead, one of these days," he drooled. "Not quite yet -- I'll be busy for a while breaking Angel Face -- but start setting her up, will you?" The tough nodded. The the Boss waved to Jack, who had given up struggling, his self control belying the turmoil that seethed within him. "OK", the Boss said. "Take off the gag, and let's see if Lover Boy has learned some manners." The adhesive tape hurt when the thug tore it off, but Jack swallowed the epithet that sprang to his lips. Losing his temper would do no good -- better to keep his cool. The Boss bowed with mock courtesy. "And what can I do for you, O Fearless Editor?" "Please," Jack said. I'd like to see my wife." Might as well try to be polite. It might make some difference. "Yes," the Boss said thoughtfully. "From that naked picture in the paper, I'd judge that she's the kind of cunt a man would like to see. In fact, I'd kind of like to see her myself. "But why bother me about it? Apparently she's spending some time with the police because of some -- ah -- indiscretions she committed while your back was turned." Jack fought down his anger. "Look -- everyone knows that the police do what you tell them to." "Ah, yes." The Boss rubbed his hands together. "Within limits, within limits. Yes, perhaps I can arrange for you to see the lovely Dorothy. But you might enjoy the experience more after a mild stimulant." At his nod, one of the men seized Jack's arm, and cut away his sleeve. Unable to defend himself, Jack felt the hypodermic needle pierce his vein, felt a strange warmth flow through his body as the fluid mixed with his blood. The Boss smiled. "Completely non-addictive -- at least in the chemical sense. But its effect is so pleasant that it could easily be habit-forming. A rather powerful aphrodisiac, in fact. I don't usually give it to men, though," he added. watching a rape# "And now, as you wished, a view of your lovely wife." The lights dimmed, and a motion picture projector started to whir. On the wall across from Jack, an image of Dorothy appeared, shackled to a strange framework of tubes, in the shambles of what had been her living room. The audio swelled up, amplifying the sound of her tearing panties. Jack struggled helplessly against his bonds as the gang rape proceeded, and he saw his wife brutalized and broken. But somewhere, beneath his consciousness, the aphrodisiac was taking effect, and he felt his body unwillingly responding to the sexual degradation that Dorothy was suffering -- felt a strange compulsion to join the men who were abusing her. He was fully -- and visibly -- aroused by the time the film had finished. His mind reeled with conflicting emotions. The Boss made a coarse joke about Jack's obviously aroused condition, then ordered the men to cut Jack's clothes off. "After all, if our crusading editor is feeling like that, we might as well help him to have a good time," he taunted. "OK", he said to one of is men, "bring in Angel Face. And tell Big Elsie that we're ready for her." chapter 10 Job seeker good words: (none) Cathy didn't see the newspaper report of her mother's arrest, and none of her friends called it to her attention, if indeed they noticed it. So she went on being Alice's love slave as if nothing had happened. Until the second article. This time, the newspaper article was mailed to Cathy, under cover of an anonymous letter. "EDITOR AND WIFE DIE IN AUTO MISHAP", the headlines read. "Bodies burned beyond recognition . . . driver may have been drunk . . ." And the article went on to describe the "orgy" for which Dorothy had recently been arrested, drawing the obvious lessons of human frailty and hypocrisy. The typewritten letter was very sympathetic, hinting that foul play had been involved, that this was obviously the work of the evil Boss, proprietor of the infamous Seraglio Club. Cathy hastily threw her clothes into a suitcase, and left in a hurry, not even waiting to say good-bye to Alice. She got a moment of perverse satisfaction as she realized that this was Friday, the night that Alice usually counted on for a particularly torrid love session. She didn't have any idea what she could do, but knew that her parents' deaths must be avenged somehow. There would be time later for mourning. Now it was time for action. The Boss did not know her, Cathy told herself. Surely a good-looking girl like her could get a job at the Seraglio. And even if she couldn't find a way to prove that the Boss was responsible for her parents' deaths, perhaps she could manage to avenge them. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |