Message-ID: <20495eli$9903120436@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Hugh G Rekshun Subject: Abusing Dawn series: "Abduction" mmf n/c anal 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: <36E87372.BEEEAE39@nowhere.com> These postings are from posted stories where women or girls named Dawn in the originals are either abused anally or sometimes are involved in lesbian anal sex. Typographical errors are usually corrected. Sometimes a little additional material is added to make them more hard-core, or non-Dawn-related material is cut. These should NOT be considered replacements for the original postings. "Abduction" After going down two flights of stairs, Dawn found herself suddenly propelled through an open door into a dimly lit room. This room was damp and cold, not like a walk in refrigerator, but about 55 degrees. Immediately, her nipples once again became erect and goose bumps covered every inch of her bare skin. A quick glance around confirmed that there was no way to escape this place except through the door which she had just entered. No windows, nothing but white painted cinder block walls and an array of contraptions which she was totally unfamiliar with. "Look Ronnie, I guess that's your name, right? What are you doing to me? Why? You're much bigger than Rick, why do you let him boss you around? Look, if you let me go, I promise that no charges will be filed against you, what do you say?" "Listen cunt, I shouldn't answer any of your questions, but considering your future, or lack of it, I suppose there's no harm in satisfying your curiosity. Rick has been my best friend for years, all through school in fact. He doesn't boss me around, he makes requests. You see, since he won the lottery a year ago, he put me on his payroll as his personal assistant. He takes very good care of me and pays quite well for my loyalty." "You stupid bastard, your brain must be about the same size as your prick!" No sooner had Dawn uttered these words did she find herself sprawling headfirst onto the floor, the result of a vicious right hook landing just behind her left ear. Stunned by the suddenness of the blow and the pain emanating from her head, she did not even attempt to resist as Ronnie quickly placed leather cuffs around both of her ankles and attached the spreader bar to them. Grabbing two handfuls of her blonde hair, he jerked the 20-year old back to her feet which were now positioned a little more than shoulder width apart. Walking behind her, he undid the cuffs on her wrists, only to resecure them in front of her with leather cuffs attached together by a short piece of heavy chain. "What's all this for, I know that I can't escape from you." Ronnie didn't answer, instead he lifted her arms over her head and hooked the chain on the wrist cuffs to a hook hanging down from the ceiling. Dawn was just now regaining her senses and started to struggle, trying to release her hands from the overhead hook when Ronnie's knee caught her with tremendous force right between her thighs. "AIEEEE!" The intense pain caused her knees to buckle under her own weight, and she found herself suspended, hanging from her arms. Before the woman could recover, Ronnie walked over to the wall and pressed a switch. The electric hoist started up dragging Dawn back to her feet, and then continued to rise. Dawn tried desperately to support herself on her tiptoes, a very difficult thing to do with her ankles attached to the spreader bar, but it was no use. The hoist kept rising until her feet were a good six inches off the floor. Here she was, suspended in mid-air, her shoulders bearing the entire weight of her body, slowly spinning around in a circle. The young woman whimpered and tears began running down her cheeks. She wasn't sure how long she could endure the agony ripping through her shoulders or the humiliation of being put so blatantly on display. With her arms overhead, her full breasts jutted out proudly from her chest, nipples fully erect from the chill of the room. She had never felt so vulnerable. Her cunt on open display, the spreader bar preventing her from closing her thighs. Suddenly a dirty rag was stuffed into her mouth and secured there by a piece of duct tape. "Now bitch, I'm going to teach you a lesson about spitting in peoples' faces and insulting not only my intelligence, but also the size of my equipment. Which you will find out ain't small by no means." Dawn screamed "no" over and over again, but with the gag in her mouth, the only audible sound was "uumphh!" Ronnie tied a piece of rope to each end of the spreader bar and then to shackles in the floor. This stopped the spinning movement of the girl and left her stationary, in mid-air, facing the big man. He walked over to a table against one wall and picked up a three-foot length of rubber hose. He returned, standing just over an arm's length from the girl and smiled at her. "I want to hear you apologize." "UUMMPHH! Ummphh!" The first blow of the hose caught Dawn on her left side, just below her heaving breast. She had never felt this much pain in her life. The tears welled up in her eyes and she watched as the man swung the hose again. "UUMMPHH!" The second blow landed in the identical spot as the first one. In spite of the cold clammy room, Dawn felt her body break out in a sweat. The third swing connected directly across her right breast, flattening her distended nipple. Then a quick succession of blows, one after another, rained down on her tortured body. Left tit, right tit, right tit again, left tit, stomach. Dawn was feeling violently ill but if she threw up, she would probably drown in her own vomit. She tried twisting her pain wracked body hoping to escape the swinging hose, but to no avail. Stretched as tight as a guitar string, she could hardly move at all. Sweet Jesus, this maniac was going to beat her to death with a rubber hose. The blows were such that no blood was escaping her body, but the bruising was already beginning. Then it stopped. "Are you going to apologize?" Dawn sobbed into her gag. He knew that she couldn't speak with the rag in her mouth! Ronnie moved out of sight behind the young blonde. She felt him lift the bottom of her blouse and tuck it in behind her collar. Now her back was totally exposed. Again the beating started, five, six, seven blows raining down on her back. By this point Dawn had resigned herself to the fact that she was about to die. She only hoped that death would come quickly, she couldn't stand the agony of this abuse much longer. He pulled her blouse free and it fell down, once again covering her back, touching the top of her ass. Ronnie circled around and again faced her. "Ready to apologize?" Dawn nodded her head up and down, ready to do anything to stop the beating. "Good girl." And with that, Ronnie swung once again, harder than any time previously. His aim was perfect as the end of the hose found its target. Directly between her legs, the tip of the hose hitting her ass while the rest of it curled up her body, between the lips of her pussy, right on her clitoris. Dawn experienced more pain from that shot than from all the others put together. But only briefly, as everything went black before her eyes. The excruciating pain shooting throughout her body had caused her to lose consciousness. When she awoke, she was on a bed with a big butt-plug in her ass and a ball-gag in her mouth. She had a leather collar around her neck, and wide leather bands around her legs at each knee. These were padlocked to the neck collar, thus forcing her legs to stay fully back, leaving her cunt and asshole defenseless. Ronnie was slowly and lightly whipping her hamstrings with a cat o' nine tails, sometimes switching to her tits. Just enough to be very painful but not to draw blood. She was grateful. The butt-plug in her ass was incredible -- she felt like it had her on the very edge of orgasm. Then Dawn saw him stroking his huge cock. "Oh my God!" she thought. "That belongs on a fucking HORSE!!!" It was as big as her fist plus half her arm. "Know where this cock is going, bitch? It's going up your asshole. It looks so pink and sweet. I'm going to dump my load up your guts. Beg for it." He started whipping her harder. "I could get the hose again." "God no, no, please fuck my asshole, don't beat me" she tried to say, but all that came out was "GMMPPPHHH! NNNNN! UHHH!" and other indistinguishable sounds. She decided to arch her back and present her asshole to him. Maybe that would get the message across? It did. "Good bitch. I'm going to fuck that little asshole now. Out comes the buttplug..." (she moaned as it popped out) "and in goes the cock. Ahhh, it's tight!" he said, and sunk his dick up her ass to his balls. She screamed at the anal intrusion. Ronnie pulled her back to the edge of the bed, and began power-fucking her little asshole. As she came down out of the intense pain, she realized that the cock felt even better than the butt-plug had. A little pain, and she could probably go over the edge and cum... Her rapist figured the same thing, and began mauling her tits while driving his cock up her guts. Dawn's little asshole and rectum started to cum, giving his cock a terrific workout as they squeezed and milked it with powerful contractions. He shot his load up her buttery ass just as Rick came in. Dawn saw that Rick had an even bigger cock... she wanted it. Bad. And some more whipping. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----