Message-ID: <21890asstr$945576601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: <385BE56E.53C86D0E@home.com> From: "Mr. Ed" X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Subject: {ASSM} Rebecca Mine - Chapter 5 (N/C, F/f, BDSM, severe) Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Lines: 301 NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 18 Dec 1999 11:51:21 PST Date: Sat, 18 Dec 1999 23:10:01 -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: dennyw, newsman, apuleius, gill-bates This is story is fantasy and is only intended as such. It is writen to be read by adults that can tell the difference between fantasy and reality. It describes fantasy situations that I had myself when I was a teenager, fantasies that I am glad where never actually fulfiled but they did make for some great dreams. Chapter 5 Rebecca Get's More Rules "Compared with what you'll be getting in terms of punishment I doubt that your going to think of this one much at all. If it wasn't your first you'd probably forget all about it. Do you have something you want to tell me?" Rebecca wished she were dead, hell she would pick that over what was happening to her in a milli-second. She was in pain like she had never been in her life, she was exhausted and she was without hope. Rebecca did apologize in the most pleading voice that she could muster. "Dearest mother please accept my apology. I don't deserve to serve you in any way, I'm lower then a bug that you might absent mindedly crush under your beautiful feet. You are so beautiful that words can't be found to describe you, truly I don't deserve to be your slave. I'm so sorry that I let you down and was disobedient to you, I did a horrible thing and deserve to be punished much worse then what you gave to me. I'm so sorry to have been so disobedient, it'll never happen again. Please forgive me. Thank you for punishing me. I don't deserve your precious time, Thank you, thank you, thank you." Mrs. Jones wasn't so much impressed with the apology, Rebecca would need to get more practice to get better, but relieved that she wouldn't have to whip Becky again. She knew she would probably make it as hard or even harder, because she believed in the strict enforcement of rules. If a penalty was to be doubled it meant at least double and she would be bound to come down hard on her slave. What she saw, when she looked down, was a shell of the Rebecca she had known. She was exhausted and she was broken. There was no fight left in Rebecca. "That wasn't very impressive," Mrs. Jones announced in avery cold tone. "Don't say I'm not fair though, since it's your first real apology I'll let you go. Next time you'll get a repeat of your punishment unless it's better. I recommend you working on apologies every time you can focus your mind on it." Mrs. Jones stooped down and untied the rope holding Rebecca's neck to the top of the front panel of her small cage. "Get up and kneel straight!" "Your apology is over now I don't want to hear another sound coming out of that mouth unless I tell it to. You say nothing, you ask nothing, you don't talk to me or to anyone else unless your told to!! I will not tolerate speech from you without my instruction. Your opinions don't mater any longer or anything else you may be thinking. Put your hands behind your head and look at my feet. That's the only part of me that I want you watching with your eyes." Rebecca complied even though her cracked ribs made moving her hands behind her head very painful. "Spread the elbows… wider!" "Notice the way your positioned. Your knees are spread past shoulder width, your back is straight, your head bowed and your hands behind your head with elbows spread in a straight line with your shoulders. You will assume this position as soon as you hear the word 'kneel'. If anyone tells you to kneel, not just me, you will immediately stop whatever you are doing and drop to your knees in this position. It doesn't matter where you may be or what you are doing. This is one of the positions you will learn today." Mrs. Jones paced around the basement as she talked, walking around Rebecca, looking at her from every angle, examining her handy work, the cuts welts and bruises. Becky looked much more erotic this way with her skin crossed with whip marks, trembling from both exhaustion and fear. Fear and exhaustion would work together to speed her training as a slave. "I'll tell you about your new life so that you gain a clear understanding of what I expect from you and what I will not tolerate. >From now on you are property. Today you're my property but tomorrow, or the next day, or 20 years from now, you will be someone else's property. Hopefully I will make a good profit when you do change hands. While you are my property your entire purpose in life will be to please me by obeying every command I give you without hesitation and carrying it our just as I want it carried out. I will get the biggest feeling of satisfaction when you do those things that are the most difficult and when I show you off and how well trained you are to my friends. Since I just can't wait to let them see you I'm going to try and train you as my personal slave in the shortest time I can manage." To Becky the scene was getting sicker by the instant. She began to feel herself breaking out into a sweat and squirming in discomfort. She tried to figure out what was going on in her mind but nothing made any sense to her. How could someone change so radically quite literally over night and why was this happening to her? "You're going to learn to do the grossest and most demeaning things imaginable. Since you're my slave if you never learn to enjoy any of them it won't, matter but from your side, since you will never escape or be free again, the best thing for you is to learn to enjoy your new position any way you can. If it was possible I would trade places with you in an instant because I know what a joy slavery can be. You are about to feel life like very few people ever do. You will experience sensation of extreme intensity every day of your life. How you interpret them is what will make life great or miserable." Mrs. Jones now had settled standing right in front of Rebecca. She began to pivot her foot around the heal of her right foot, lifting the front of the black mule, with the silver metal toe, and swinging it from side to side. She continued on very publicly with her musings while watching her slave closely to make sure she didn't lift her gaze but kept it on her feet like she was told. "Let me tell you a few things that will change for you. Probably the biggest single change is that you no longer own anything at all. You own no property, you don't have free time and most important of all you don't own any part of the body that you happen to now inhabit and will continue to animate. You are now entirely my property to do with as I feel no mater what that may be. By the end of the day I expect to have either given away or thrown away all of your former possessions. You will never see any of your friends again, move around unrestrained or even listen to music or read a book unless I see some purpose in it that will make you a better slave." "All choices will be made for you. What I demand from you is nothing less then total, absolute and blind obedience. You will obey without hesitation no matter what you are told to do, and you will show eagerness to do it. You will be punished for poor attitude just as severely as you will be for poor execution." Mrs. Jones changed pivot feet and now started rolling her left ankle. "Something else that you might feel quite profoundly is that as long as I own you I will never give you freedom from being physically restrained in some important way. Cuffs and chains are about to become an integral part of your life. I like what it does to take away any feeling of power that you may have. Whenever it's possible you'll be locked to some permanent object like a floor or wall. When it's necessary to move you from one location to another you'll be chained and hobbled. You will also wear a specially made electric collar that will shock automatically if you enter an area you are not allowed into, with a jolt high enough to knock you out. This will make it easy to regain control over you and make escape impossible. Even if by some grand blunder on my part and stroke of brilliance on yours you somehow killed me all you would do would be to ensure your own slow death from starvation and dehydration since you won't get out of this basement or the house. Of course you will be punished most severely for any attempts at escape. I will also tempt you from time to time just to test you, creating situations in which you will be tempted to try. Be assured that they will all be traps." "Put your hands behind your back!" Mrs. Jones went back upstairs and returned a minute later with a small satchel. Out of the satchel she pulled a pair of handcuffs that looked like the letter "B" They were made from two solid pieces of metal where the straight back of the "B" would slide forward towards the front of the "B" trapping the wrists permanently in one position until released. These cuffs offered no free play making them a very efficient restraint. By fastening the cuffs on Rebecca's wrists so that the wrists were back to back with each other, she was made both helpless and uncomfortable. Another trip to the satchel and Mrs. Jones was placing the permanent collar around her daughters neck. This collar looked like a wide but flattened steel tube. It was about 2" wide and an inch thick at the center. There was plenty of space in the core to hold the strong batteries and electronics to make it work. All around it's inside edge, short electrodes protruded that would settle against the skin of Rebecca's neck. The electric shock that could be delivered was far more then needed to knock her cold and the real reason for the large battery reserve was so that the collar could be activated repeatedly, even hundreds of times so that the slave could not wear out the batteries by deliberately shocking herself over and over. The collar came in 2 "C" shaped pieces the ends of each when mated to each other would break a capsule of special adhesive effectively making their connection permanent. Access to the batteries and electronics was possible through a small door on the outside of the collar requiring an intricate key to open. "I wasn't going to release your knees until you had the collar on. Now you won't get half way up the stairs without being zapped and knocked cold. Let me show you." ******************************************************************************* Rebecca didn't remember being removed from the knee cuffs and walking up the stairs. She didn't remember her fear or the convulsion caused by the jolt of electricity to her neck and spine. She didn't remember the fall off of the steps in which her mother had stopped her head from hitting the concrete floor but couldn't do anything to stop the rest of her from hitting the ground hard. She woke up to tremendous pain in her injured ribs hanging upside down, ankles near the basement ceiling cuffed to one of the spreader bars. Another bar spread her knees making any attempt to conceal her wide spread crotch impossible. Her wrist were still behind her back held by the same unyielding cuffs. "Your lucky I was here or you might have been seriously hurt the way you fell from the stairs. Maybe I should have a handrail put in." Rebecca felt extremely strange as she began to wake from her disoriented state. There was a pounding in her head and her face felt flushed and swollen. Both sides of her jaw hurt like hell and she thought maybe it was broken until her tongue pushed up against a major roadblock and she realized her mouth was being forced open by something fat and rubbery. There was also something hard pressing against the bottom of her jaw and putting traction on her neck, the metal collar. It didn't dawn on Rebecca that she was hanging upside down until she moved her gaze from the floor, which she had thought was a wall for a second, and saw her mothers feet. Only then did the pieces come together as she regained her bearings. It also explained the pain in her ankles and hips. Rebecca's eyes wandered up her mothers stockings to again see that gross cunt of hers, so hairy and loose. She wondered why she had regained consciousness and how much better it had been when everything was black and she didn't hurt like she did. The fear also returned to her. The feelings of helplessness and vulnerability alone were hard to bear without the additional physical discomfort. Here mind was nearly impossible to focus. "Get you eyes back down to my feet unless you want me to take the whip to your cunt right now. Lucky for you I gagged you or I'm sure I'd be forced to punish you for speaking without being told to as well. You've probably forgotten all about that rule too." Mrs. Jones was looking at her daughters bruised and battered crotch assessing the damage done by the small, tight knots of the cunt whip. It would need to be used sparingly but had not created any wounds that might not heal well. "Before I insert a set of rings through your cunt lips I'm going to have to clean you up first. We don't want you getting any infections." Mrs. Jones had a bottle of clear liquid in her hand along with a clean rag. The liquid was a mix of disinfectants and substances that encouraged fast healing. There was alcohol, tea tree oil, grapefruit seed extract and papaya enzymes. What it didn't contain was any anesthetic. She poured a generous amount on her rag and then scrubbed Rebecca's wide open crotch swinging her back and forth in her restraints. The liquid re-ignited the pain of the initial whipping causing Becky to scream into her gag and writhe her body in an instinctive attempt to evade the pain but here mothers hand stayed right on her burning crack and continued to rub it clean. A steady stream of drool ran from Becky's mouth and dripped onto the floor below her head. " If you don't get your lips tight against that ball in your mouth you'll dehydrate very quickly." Rebecca was scrubbed for at least two full minutes before Mrs. Jones was satisfied that the area was now sterile. That's when she squatted in front of her daughters face and showed her the needle that would pierce her sex lips in a dozen places and one of the rings made of 6 gauge stainless steel that would be permanently secured in each hole. The same locking system would hold the new cunt rings welded closed as was used to bond the two halves of her electric collar. 4 rows of 3 rings each would adorn her young cunt. The same size rings were used in both inner and outer lips ensuring that the much softer and more pliable inner lips would soon be pulled passed the outer lips giving her cunt the same flower petal appearance as her mother had naturally. Just as Rebecca though the appearance of her mothers cunt was disgusting Mrs. Jones though her own cunt was infinitely more interesting then her daughters and now it was an easy thing to fix up. The heavy rings would exert significant pulling of Rebecca's sex lips even on their own but much of the time additional weights would be hung from the rings or they would be fastened to a pattern of hooks on a wall or even just a piece of plywood stretching open her sex as wide as it could go and quickly lengthening the fleshy lips. "I'm going to be putting in 12 of these rings into your cunt lips." Mrs. Jones reached down with her hand to place the needle and ring in front of her daughters eyes. "I don't think it's going to be long at all before your cunt is in fuller bloom then my own. It's going to get you a lot of attention, a virgin with a cunt that looks like it's been around the world a few times. I'm also going to trim of that little bit of skin covering your clitty as well. I want to be able to see it clearly and not hiding underneath the covers. After that I'll let you have a short break before repositioning you for the rest of the rings." Rebecca had thought about getting her belly button pierced and had even thought about some small rings in her nipples but not anything like she had just been shown. The ring looked more like a link from a heavy chain and was several times thicker then anything she has seen the kids at school wear. It looked at least 2" wide. It's sight before her tear filled eyes frightened her just as it had been intended to. She knew she would feel them all the time. The thought a dozen of these would be passed through her burning pussy was hard for her to register. "These rings aren't for decoration. They'll be used a lot once the piercings are healed. The rings have to be cut off once they've been fixed in place. Just the weight of the rings alone is going to give about 2 pounds of pull on your cunt lips all the time. They should be dragging along the ground in no time at all." Mrs. Jones seemed sincerely amused at her last comment. Mrs. Jones would use a special type of hemostat to help accurately puncture Rebecca's sex lips. She had already marked the entry and exit points with a felt tip pen, for the piercing needle. There would be 3 rings along each of her inner and outer lips. Since the flesh was much thinner and easier to pierce along the inner lips she would pierce those first and hopefully get comfortable with the procedure. Rebecca felt the "U" shaped jaw of the special hemostat clamp down on her sensitive right lip near the top of her cunt. When her mother clamped it on such a jolt of pain zapped through her body that she instantly started to buck as hard as she could trying to rip free from her restraints but to no avail. Mrs. Jones calmly waited for the energy reserves to expire. As Rebecca bucked she deliberately pulled and twisted on the clamp giving Rebecca no relief throughout her struggle. Rebecca needed to be taught that struggle against her owner would only make things worse. After about a minute of furious but futile struggle Becky was out of energy. All she could do was hang there, waiting for the next assault and counting the number of times the monsterous needle was forced through her living flesh. The "U" shaped clamp allowed Rebecca's cunt lips to be held tightly in place in between the forks of the "U" keeping the skin taught between them . The needle could then be sent through the flesh with great accuracy and the ring follow along right behind the needle. The clamp could then be released and pulled back from the new ring. The ends of the clamp were polished and rounded so that they wouldn't cut the skin but the force they exerted did crush some blood vessels leaving large bruises. It is a pain that neither Rebecca nor anyone else could ever get used to. Mrs. Jones was slow and methodical working along the gaping cunt. It was good that Rebecca had stopped struggling. Maybe she's gotten used to the feeling she thought, not realizing that lack of struggle didn't mean lack of pain. Rebecca hung in agony for almost 2 hours while having her private parts reconfigured to resemble those of some old whore in Becky's mind. How would she ever use it filled with so much steel and in such excruciating pain. When the last needle had been pushed through and ring mated to it's other half Mrs.' Jones sprayed down the tortured cunt with the same disinfectant and speed healing solution causing a massive wave of pain and a mini volcano as Rebecca's bowel blew out the last of it's contents in a soft, soupy mess sending a brown flow running down her back and onto the floor. "You just won't learn to obey the rules will you? I think it's time you had another lesson right after I finish with your body modifications. Right now it's time for that little clit to come out of hiding. Where did I put my clippers?" -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. 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