Message-ID: <21161asstr$942516602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Raoul Duke" Subject: {ASSM} The Perils of Sndra Oxhorn(M+/f,Inter.,NC) X-Post-Date: Sun, 3 Oct 1999 14:28:10 -0700 Lines: 357 Sender: xboozr@pool0354.cvx14-bradley.dialup.earthlink.net X-Original-Message-ID: <7t8h39$l1n$1@oak.prod.itd.earthlink.net> References: <37F364CC.C026A29F@my-Deja.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: pool0354.cvx14-bradley.dialup.earthlink.net X-ELN-Date: 3 Oct 1999 21:16:25 GMT X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Newsreader: Microsoft Outlook Express 5.00.2615.200 X-Mimeole: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2615.200 X-To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us JMDigest-Score: good -11 Date: Sat, 13 Nov 1999 13:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin Miles Vorkosigan wrote in message news:37F364CC.C026A29F@my-Deja.com... > Background: This story is set in the 28th century. Rejuvenation is > common, and is used not only to extend life but as a punishment for > criminal behavior. Criminals are sentenced to be rejuved to a young age, > and to serve one or more 'cycles' of growing up again. As punishment is > a part of the process, in addition to rehabilitation, the first portion > of a sentence is typically spent with 'spanko' foster parents, who are > authorized, even encouraged to spank the subject as often as possible, > IN ADDITION TO as often as he or she deserves... > > Author's Note: The following stories are based on the Rejuve Universe > created by Lurking Dragon (LD) on the SSS newsgroup. The stories are > archived at > http://www.goodkitty.com/spanking/stories/lurkingdragon/index.html, and > are collectively known as the Melody stories. > > These new stories depend on the reader being quite familiar with the > Melody tales, as I don't attempt to explain again the various aspects of > the 28th century. The reader is encouraged to read (or reread) about > Melody's trials and tribulations, prior to reading these stories. > > This is the first attempt at posting anything to any news group I have > made. While I am interested in any constructive criticism, pro and con, > please be kind. You can post comments publicly (I normally skip replies, > but I will be sure to read any for posts of my own), or you can send > email privately to jh1440@my-Deja.com. > > Lastly, these stories contain NC abuse of an (apparent) minor, and are > not intended for non-adult audiences. These stories may be archived or > shown on web sites, provided that the entire story, including this > header portion, is included, no fees are charged, and no AVS or other > pseudo-fees are used. > > Now, on to the "Good Stuff": > > Innocentata 7: Dr. Joslin > > It was two weeks after the start of school. Even with the deal Mrs. > Garrett had made with her, Dani was having a rough time. > > The spankings had not stopped, but they had slacked off for the past > week. Frank and Jenny were taking the path of least resistance. There > was very little talking in the Roberts household. Dani had said almost > nothing. She spent most of her time (when she wasn't doing homework) > meditating or crying. > > The Roberts' had passed on Dr. Joslin's advice of getting Dani some > therapy. There was now a committee at the Department of Corrections > reviewing the "Dani matter", as it was being called. So far, they had > not issued any constructive suggestions (and it was rumored that they > were arguing among themselves), but they agreed to try the Department's > therapist with Dani. > > Dr. Rash-zin-zuzz was a Rigellian psychiatrist, on retainer with the > DOC. He was called in to deal with the mental health of various > Penitatas in the Assville area, and also did court-ordered mental > examinations and other tasks for the department. Like all Rigellians, he > was a telepath. Also like all Rigellians, he looked something like a > 1.5-meter tall wasp, complete with 20-cm stinger. > > No one had thought to mention it to Dani, however, until almost the last > minute. The evening before the appointment, Jenny had told Dani that she > would be picking her up at school early the next day, so they could see > a new doctor. Dani had asked what kind of doctor, and Jenny had answered > her. > > "We're all concerned about the fact that you are having trouble fitting > in and accepting your new life, and we thought that having someone to > talk to would be a good idea. Dr. Rash-zin-zuzz comes highly > recommended." > > Dani froze. "A Rigellian..." Dani murmured, almost inaudible. Then she > started screaming. "You can't! I won't! You keep those damn insects away > from me!" > > Jenny, surprised and concerned, put her hand out to comfort her niece. > Dani immediately started swinging her arms, fists balled tight. She was > crying as well as screaming now, and her words were no longer > understandable. > > Frank, summoned by the noise, grabbed hold of his niece and picked her > up. She was incoherent, and her flailing arms struck his back (but did > no damage). Frank looked at Jenny with a concerned expression, as he > tried to calm his charge. > > - - - - - - - - - - - > > It had taken two hours to finally get Dani to stop crying. She fell > asleep almost immediately thereafter. Jenny and Frank had called the > Rigellian's service, and he had called back a short while later. When > Frank had told him of Dani's reaction, the doctor agreed that there was > little point in his trying to help Dani, as it seemed that Dani had some > irrational fear of Rigellians. He said that he would talk to the DOC in > the morning, and recommend that they consider a human therapist. > > - - - - - - - - - - > > A few days went by, and Dani's condition worsened. She was not eating > well. When asked why she had not finished her dinner, she had replied > that she wasn't feeling well. While they had let that go one night, when > she said the same thing the next day, they had pressed her. > > "My stomach is a little upset. It's nothing, don't worry." was the > reply. By recent standards, that utterance was a dissertation. > > "How long has it been bothering you?" Jenny asked. > > "A while. It's nothing," Dani replied. > > Jenny tried the normal cure, a penitatas variant of an antacid. This was > a perfectly vile concoction, which tasted horrible, but was supposed to > settle the stomach. It didn't work exactly as anticipated. > > Dani promptly vomited the entire dose of medicine, as well as the rest > of her stomach contents. > > The next day, Jenny took her to the doctor. > > After a brief stay in the waiting room, Nurse Bracken escorted them to > an examination room. "Hello, Mrs. Roberts. Hello, Dani. How are you > feeling today?" Dani just glared at him. > > "Dani has an upset stomach. I tried the antacid, but she threw up just > after I gave it to her. I didn't know what else to do." Jenny answered. > > "Let me get some vitals, and the doctor will be right in." Jenny was a > little surprised when the nurse used a scanner to take Dani's > temperature, and other modern instruments to take the rest of the > vitals. No rectal temperature, or other overt penitatas procedures. The > nurse repeated, "The doctor will be in shortly", and left. > > No sooner had the door closed (it seemed) then it opened again to admit > Dr. Joslin. "Hello, Mrs. Roberts, Dani. Not feeling so good today, hum?" > he said in his best concerned, doctor-to-child bedside manner. Dani just > stared at him. "Listen, Dani, I am just going to give you a quick > checkup, OK?" > > Dani, stared for another moment, and then just shrugged, as if to say, > "I don't care." The doctor proceeded to give Dani a thorough checkup, > and even took a blood sample himself. > > "Mrs. Roberts, I would like to talk to Dani privately, if you don't > mind. May I take her to my office?" the doctor asked. > > "Fine. I'll wait here." > > The doctor dropped the blood sample off at the desk, telling the > technician to get the test done right away. Then, he escorted Dani into > his office, and seated her in the chair facing the desk. He sat down in > the leather chair behind the desk (it was probably imitation, as real > leather was very expensive, but you never knew...) and looked at Dani > for a minute. > > What he saw was different from the girl he had seen just a few weeks > previously. He noted that there were circles under her eyes, and that > she had apparently lost a little weight. Her cheeks were a little > sunken, and she was pale. She didn't look good at all. > > "Dani, I know your situation. I have read most of the records of your > case, since your rejuve, and I have done some thinking about you since > we last met. There is nothing I can do about your sentence, but I have > come to a decision. Here, you will be treated like any other voluntaras > rejuve. There will be no punishment delivered here, and anything we talk > about will be considered privileged. Nothing we talk about will go into > any files, and I commit to you that I will divulge nothing of what we > discuss." Dani was regarding the doctor with caution, like she was > expecting some kind of trick. > > "No, Dani, this is not a trick. Let me explain. I think that, regardless > of what you may or may not have done in the past, your current health is > at risk because of your mental state. I suggested to your mother (Dani > bristled, but didn't say anything) that you receive some counseling, but > that appears not to have happened yet. In my opinion, you need to have > some way of relieving the stress you are under. You need someone to talk > to, and you don't seem to have anyone else in your life at the moment. > Therefore, until you find someone you like better, I want you to > consider me a friend." > > "Bullshit" was Dani's only response. > > Dr. Joslin smiled. "I am not going to judge anything you say, but you > need to talk about what you are feeling. If you don't let what's bottled > up inside you out, it will seriously impact your health. Come on, talk > to me, what have you got to lose?" Joslin said, and smiled. > > Dani stared at the doctor for a long moment. All of a sudden, Dani burst > out sobbing. Dr. Joslin got up, walked around the desk, and took Dani in > his arms. Dani clung tightly to him. "There, there" Joslin murmured, > comforting the girl. > > "It's just so hard!" Dani sobbed. "I won't last 48 years of this!" > > "You could always relax and go along. The punishment wouldn't be as bad > as it is now." > > "No, I can't. All I have left is my convictions. If I give in to them, > by the end of this sentence, they will have me believing that I was > guilty. I can't give them an inch!" > > > > > > The Perils of Sandra Oxhorn Volume 7 They Came with Tools My name is Sandra Oxhorn, I live in the San Fernando Valley area of Los Angeles County. I want to share a secret that I have been carrying with me. I think I would die if my Husband ever found out. I know he would kick my ass. But he has never found out. This all happened about two years ago. I was doing nothing more exceptional than buying groceries. Nothing could have been further from my mind than getting raped - epecially by four guys! But I'm getting ahead of myself. The car had been running poorly all week, and as I tried to leave the parking lot, it wouldn't start. I had perishables and frozen food in the trunk. I know absolutely nothing about cars and we don't have Auto Club membership. I saw four big Black men sitting in the vacant lot next to the Supermarket parking lot. They were really gross looking and they were drinking beer. They looked like the types that would know a car inside and out. I have always been disgusted by Black men, so I told myself I wasn't desperate enough to ask them for help. I am white, by the way, very white. So I put up the hood of my car and looked around the engine compartment for a loose wire or hose - anything. Before I knew it, these four Black guys were clustered around me, offering help and advice. It was a hot day and all four men were stripped to the waist... muscular guys, all of them. I was hardly overdressed either: a pair of short shorts that clung to my plump ass like plastic wrap and a T-shirt that was so thin my nipples must have shown through all too obviously. As one of them tinkered with the motor, the other three started talking to me. I wished they would all just go away, but I really was in a jam, with all the food spoiling in the trunk. They pointed out their van, parked across the street, going into great detail about the fact they had a mattress in the back where they would sleep from time to time. they were really emphasizing that damn mattress and that's when it clicked...they wanted to get me into the van and do God knows what to me! Now, I should tell you that ever since I was very young I have been sexually abused by men. My Father, mostly, but men in general. I have always hated getting fucked and used by Black men above all others. But when they told me that my car was out of oil and they could fix it if I went back to their van to help pick out the kind of engine oil I used, I knew that if I wanted to get home before $200 in food spoiled, I would have to submit to them. The excuse that the oil was in the van was pretty lame, but no matter, we walked across the street to the van. They opened the side door and told me to get in. I sighed heavily and hung my head low. Here I go again! I climbed in the van and the four niggers piled in after me, blocking my exit. I knew I was trapped now. The second the door slid closed, there were big hands all over me. I just sat there and let them strip me completely. After they peeled of my clothes, they stripped themselves. One of the guys was monstrously hung, a good eleven inches of solid meat. He ordered me to suck him, and as I learned when I was a little girl, I obeyed. With considerable effort, I closed my lips around his cock head and tried to get as much of of him as I could in my mouth, which wasn't easy - especially when one of the other guys (I never did learn their names) put his toungue in my cunt and started to eat me. I didn't expect that. It felt great. I didn't want to feel great! All I wanted was to get this ordeal over with as soon as possible! I was in the doggy position, sucking the huge Black cock in my mouth, as the guy licking my cunt replaced his toungue with his equally impressive cock. He gripped my hips tight and gave me every solid inch as I continued to slave over the giant weapon stretching my jaw and lips. They flipped me over on my back. Donkey dick started to fuck me while his buddies dangled their dicks in my face, ordering me to suck and lick. It was then that, past the cocks in my face, I saw people looking in the window of the van!!! I could see others walking by and I could hear people talking outside of the van! That's when the whole situation hit me. There I was on that filthy mattress, getting raped by four digusting niggers. I was only a few blocks from my house and anyone could walk by and peek through the window of the van to see me getting fucked, and sucking four ugly Black cocks like the cheapest White Trash whore in town. Someone I know might even recognize me!!! I started to cry. I was cumming over and over with that massive tool in my cunt. When he finally came, it was a huge load! A real gusher all over my stomach and big tits, but that wasn't the end of it. After that the other three took their turn. After about an hour, I told them I had to get home. They all just laughed and said, "Too bad, bitch!" After that I lost track of how many times each one fucked me or how often I was sucking on a big ugly Black cock. I also lost track of how many times I came. The whole thing lasted over four hours and by the end, I was a fuckin' mess!!! I was soaking wet with sweat and cum! Some of their sperm had dried in my hair, but most was still wet and runny from the heat of the van's interior. I must have looked disgusting, because the four assholes barely allowed me to dress before they threw me out of the van and drove off without fixing my car. There I was, in my own neighborhood, looking like I just stepped out of the shower - except for the blobs of spooge in my hair, soaking through my clothes, and running down my face, arms and legs. My whole body was sore from the four hours of getting tossed around, bent into uncomfortable positions, and just plain raped. I felt like I had just gotten beat up after a particularly long aerobics class! My mouth, jaw and pussy were also in pain. I walked home, getting leered at from people passing by in cars and on foot. When I got home, I realized that I had left my purse in the van! Those guys knew where I live! But that's another story. I showered and told my Husband that the car broke down when he got home. He never found out. Love, Sandra Oxhorn -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | ASSM Archive site +-----------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | | --- | +--------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | This newsgroup is moderated by ASSTR, an entity supported by donations. | | If you enjoy this newsgroup, please consider making a donation to help | | Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository keep providing this free service for you.| | Donations: | \_________________________________________________________________________/