Message-ID: <21984asstr$946253401@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: <38664CE8.86CB6D0@home.com> From: "Mr. Ed" X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Subject: {ASSM} Rebecca Mine (1-2)(N/C, F/f, Bdsm, severe) Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Lines: 507 NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 26 Dec 1999 09:16:10 PST Date: Sun, 26 Dec 1999 19:10:01 -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: IceAltar, 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. REBECCA MINE SURPRISE (Chapter 1) "Now that you have grown up and have a tits as large as mine it's time for you to pay me back for all the trouble you've put me through. I figure that whatever you do for me now will never be enough to pay me back but I'll make sure you die trying." Mrs. Jones garbed her 15 year old daughter Rebecca by her right ear and dragged her down to the basement of their modest 2 bedroom bungalow. The great thing about the house was that the basement was entirely below ground with no windows making it completely inaccessible to the world outside the house. The basement was unfinished and served only as a place to hold the household utilities, furnace, water heater, electrical panel etc. Illumination came from a single bare light bulb. It had never been used for storage. Rebecca saw something she had never scene down there before. In the middle of the floor was an iron cage big enough for a dog. Pushing her to the ground Rebecca threw down a paper grocery bag. "Put all your cloths and anything else you might have on in the bag. No money will ever be spent on cloths for you again. Tomorrow I'll send every stitch of clothing you have to the Goodwill. No point throwing such nice things away. I might keep a few things for myself." Mrs. Jones smiled, it had felt so good to say that. It felt so good to put her lazy, useless daughter in her place. She had succeeded in convincing everyone that mattered that her husband, now living in New York, had gotten custody of the child when in fact it was she. Nobody expected to see Rebecca again. Most wouldn't. There were a few ladies in town that Mrs. Jones had gotten to know on line, that had similar feelings about their own teenage daughters and these ladies would be informed of the situation as soon as she knew she had full control of the situation. In fact the reason Mrs. Jones raised enough courage to pull off the plan was because she found she was not alone in her feelings. The kicker was that by the time Mrs. Jones was done with her, Rebecca would only care about earning orgasms and be the real winner in the whole affair. In the meantime Rebecca was clue less as what was happening. Up to a moment ago she was living the life of a typical North Vale teenager and had just started going steady for the first time in her life. Now she was at the feet of a crazed monster that looked just like her mother but couldn't possibly be. Up till then she had been so nice to her and Rebecca had helped convince the judge that she would be better off with her mother and that Mrs. Jones should get custody. What was happening she wondered, not yet grasping the seriousness of the situation? Mrs. Jones was convinced that these first few moments after the initial shock would be critical in establishing their new relationship. As hard as she could Mrs. . Jones kicked Rebecca in the solar plexus, momentarily paralyzing her and cutting off her air. Rebecca curled up on her knees and her mother kicked her again, this time in the ribs fully intending to break on or two, and she did. The steel toe of her mule caused a couple of cracks as well as a huge bruise. "Perhaps you weren't paying attention to what I said. I want all your things in the bag... NOW!!!!" Becky was just getting back her ability to breath and didn't move except to cover her sides with her elbows and protect her ribs. Mrs. Jones removed the silver chain from around her loose black skirt and brought it down as hard as she could across Rebecca's back. Then she did it again and again. The chain ripped right through the 15 year olds blouse and left red streaks of blood across her skin. The belt had been no mere decoration but especially designed to look attractive as a belt and still be a dangerous flail.. "Is this how you want to be stripped? Do you want me to rip your clothes off with the chain, because I'm telling you I will?" Again she brought it down striking Rebecca right between her shoulder blades as she screamed out of total terror. "STRIP!", Mrs. Jones yelled again and her daughter began ripping at her clothes in a furious manner. Her mother didn't stop striking her with the chain but rather kept a steady rhythm across her daughters torso. "Next time I tell you to do something I will expect you to do it right away or you'll feel something that will make you forget all about this and feel some real pain." She punctuated her warning by striking her daughter directly across her large tits. Rebecca had just removed her brassier. The bite of the chain across her tender breasts started the young lady writhing in pain all over the dirty cement floor. Mrs. Jones had envisioned this very reaction and knew she had complete control of Rebecca within her grasp, the feeling was instinctive. The girl was now nude above the waist and Mrs. Jones pursued her advantage. "Your not naked yet how dare you stop!" And she brought the chain down yet again, this time striking near the cracked ribs. Her daughter howled in agony but managed to start working off her pants taking down her underpants at the same time to speed things up. As her hands worked the pants down past her feet her thumbs snagged her socks and she pulled those off as well. Her mother now had her entire body available to whip. "The pins in your hair and class ring those go to." The chain continued coming down on Beck's naked body until she had worked the ring off of her finger and placed it along with her cloths into the paper bag. The blows stopped while Becky resumed her writhing on the floor. She was no longer a physical threat to her mother, there was no fight left in her. Mrs. Jones tossed the chain to the floor, drops of blood rolling from the stainless steel links. There were blood spatter marks everywhere, the floor, walls, ceiling, but Mrs. Jones knew there weren't any serious injuries. Becky would feel the effects of the chain for weeks but she would heal. Mrs. Jones then began the final phase of Rebecca's first day as her sex slave instead of the jewel that Rebecca had thought she was. The irony was just too delicious. This had to be an nbelievable jolt to Rebecca's ego, she thought. The iron bar cage was constructed so that it's floor and both ends were permanently fixed in position while the top and both sides folded away to completely open the cage. There were permanent restraints for wrists and knees affixed to the sheet metal floor and front corner bars so that someone could be easily secured and remain secured even when not covered by the sides and top of the cage. This feature allowed for an almost unimpeded whipping. At any time that Rebecca was fastened by those restraints the cage could be completely opened exposing her to anything her mother and her friends wished to do to Rebecca, and especially open to the whip. Mrs. Jones put her hand in the cage handle near the floor on one side and folded back the side of the cage till it rested across the top. Both both top and sides were 2 feet wide and the distance from the front to the back was 4 feet. Now both side and top were folded back over the opposite side of the cage which in turn was hinged at its base and all three panels folded down to the floor. Now only the front and back of the cage were left standing. These ends were actually sunk into the cement floor and were immovable. Grabbing a handful of hair Mrs. Jones pulled Rebecca over to the cage and positioned her by the knee cuffs. "Put those over your knees and strap them tight or I'll break a few more ribs." Rebecca strapped them on, one strap going around her leg above the knee and the other strap below the knee. The part of the pad going over her knee cap was lined with a coarse sandpaper type fabric. The knee restraints separated her knees the entire width of the cage, 2 feet, leaving her private parts exposed almost as much as they could be. Mrs. Jones placed her wrists in similarly lined wrist cuffs fastened half way up the sides of the cages two front corner bars. Keeping her hands off of the floor would keep Becky from resting her back like she could if she were on all 4's. With Rebecca secured the top and walls of the cage were folded back into position and locked to a bolt imbedded in the floor. It was a combination lock with no key to loose or to leave in the wrong place. Before returning upstairs Mrs. Jones had one last act to perform. Standing under the light bulb, in front of the cage she unzipped her skirt stepped out of it and folded it neatly placing it on one of the stairs leading out of the cellar and up to the main floor. Rebecca saw her mother was wearing stockings with a garter belt and not pantyhose as she assumed everyone did. The white panties underneath the beige garter straps created a very earthy and in fact dirty display in the eyes of Rebecca. Rebecca thought her mothers appearance entirely disgusting. She thought it made her look like some dirty washed up whore. Not able to remove her panties without undoing her garter straps Mrs. Jones just pulled them down as far as she cold before lifting her right high heeled mule onto the top of the cage and emitted a stream of urine all over Rebecca's head and hair. As the stream of pee splashed in all directions even coming back to cover her own stocking clad legs, a feeling of great satisfaction enveloped Mrs. Jones. She had created her daughter from nothing and given her 15 of the best years any kid could ask for, now she was grown up and it was time to pay mother back. FIRST NIGHT (Chapter 2) Mrs. Jones found a clump of her daughters hair that had avoided getting soaked and pulled it up through the bars to wipe her dripping cunt, a cunt not just wet from urine but also her sexual secretions. Instead of letting it go when she had finished Mrs. Jones thought it would add a little extra touch to Rebecca's first might in the cage if she tied it around one of the upper bars of the cage forcing her head up and back. It would ensure Beck had a good look at her as she climbed the basement stairs on her way out. "I want you to know how good that felt darling, I've been waiting for so long to do that, to mark you as my property. Get used to it. It will be among the least of your indignities." Mrs. Jones didn't even bother pulling up her panties when she took her leg off the cage and walked up the steps, her ass seemingly underlined by the scrunched up undergarment. "Good night, sleep tight." She turned out the single light and shut the door, leaving Rebecca in complete darkness. For the attractive and vivacious young lady this was definitely turning into the worst night of her life. Her mother had gone completely insane, more then insane in fact and she was the victim. Rebecca would have felt better if this was being done by some stranger, at least she wouldn't be feeling the hurt of her mother's betrayal. The hurt of her own mother doing this to her was more painful then the beating she had taken. Her emotional distress combined with the stench of her mothers urine soon had her throwing up her dinner to the accompaniment of a constant stream of her crying and tears. Upstairs the atmosphere was completely different. Darcey Jones had strong lesbian and sadistic fantasies since entering puberty, but fearing she would to humiliated if she ever let anyone know, these feelings were kept completely hidden from anyone else's view. Then a couple of years ago she entered the world of cyber space. Here she discovered that she wasn't alone at all in having such feelings and was able to find other ladies very similar in their tastes to her. She began feeling less like a freak and more like victim of unfair public attitudes. Instead of fighting her feelings she started to accept them, even revel in them. Many a night was spent with her hand playing with her pussy as she fantasized scenes of outrageous debauchery with other women in the roughest and crudest of sessions. She had even written and posted stories on line and received glowing compliments for them. When her relationship with her husband fell apart and the opportunity presented itself to have her Rebecca seem to move out of town with her father Darcey felt it was the best chance to make her fantasies turn into reality. She could make Becky her sex slave. Darcey was only 32 years old herself, having married very young, and when nicely made up her appearance was nothing short of stunning. She was 5' 10 «" tall in her nylons , with hair not so much blonde as it was light brown. She had blue eyes, wide mouth with full lips and beautifully medium nose, her head was oval with a strong but not prominent jaw, her smile bright. Each feature was attractive in its own right but together they formed a face men would die for. Her problem was that she no longer felt any use for or need of any man, at least sexually speaking. When she was back upstairs Darcey went into her bedroom and shed the rest of her cloths. She had always wanted to be able to walk around her home naked. She had even insisted on putting in a tall privacy fence around the yard hoping that one day she could be nude outside as well. She had repressed her sexuality for so long that being nude sent a rush of sensation up her spine. She clenched her legs tight as she emitted a shiver in response to the sensation. She knew she was now in this adventure up to her neck and she may as well play it out to the fullest. The tug on her chest felt so good as her heavy breasts, released from the brassier, responded to the pull of gravity. Her daughter was large in that area as well but not as gifted yet as her mother and her 38 double D's. Their weight pulled Darcey's shoulders forward slightly. She made a mental note to join a health club to build up her muscles a bit more. Her Dark nipples and areolas clearly signaled that she had born children but the colour just made her tits that much more attractive. Firm as they were the milk sacs hung just slightly above the bottom of her ribcage, nipples pointing upwards as if defiant. Her ex husband, Carl was just clue less when it had come to appreciating her charms. Darcey gazed at herself in the hallway mirror. She liked the reflection. She liked everything that she saw from her long curly hair that hung down to her shoulder blades, to her magnificent breasts, narrow waist, full hips and long legs that ended with a set monkey like toes. How lucky her daughter would be to serve and worship this body, she though, though it would probably take some time for her to come to realize it. Darcey remembered her own fantasies as a teenager of both dominating and being dominated. She had imagined, many times while lying in bed, how it would be wonderful to be a sex slave, to be born to beautiful parents that would give her the type of attention and stimulation that only a real sex slave could get. She could just taste the beatings and bondage, being constantly watched just so that she would be caught in some minor transgression and be punished for it. She magined having to do all the drudge work around the house while her parents would be completely idle relishing a life in which they never had to lift a finger if they didn't wish to. She imagined being kept in a cage when she wasn't working and having to share the food and water dish with the family dog, a big black Labrador Retriever. Rebecca was her spawn, surely she must have similar fantasies, they were so common on the Internet and were almost certainly genetic. However even if her daughter didn't share these fantasies it didn't much matter. It would only make her training more challenging and eventually Darcey knew that Becky would come around. Her cunt now more slick with cunt slime then ever Mrs. Darcey Jones tried to calm herself enough so that she could fall asleep. There would be so much to do tomorrow and she wanted to get an early start. She prepared herself an herbal tea and took it into her bedroom with her. Before lying down in the big canopy bed she turned on the monitor that rested on top of the bureau in front of the bed. It broadcast her daughters image using a hidden infra red camera. She could hear the sobs picked up by the microphones built into the cage. Darcey's hand began rubbing her clit harder and harder. Surely Heaven couldn't be any better then this. It was somehow appropriate that Mrs. Jones was now upstairs and in Heaven while down below in the basement her daughter had moved from purgatory into Hell. The pain in her neck and spine continued to get worse with every passing minute, For the moment it was this pain that she was focusing on. She cursed her mother for doing this to her. The cage would have been bad enough without the extra restraints especially the hair tie. It would be another hour before the skin underneath her restraints would begin to grow raw. The restraints would continue to infiltrate her awareness at an increasing rate with each passing hour. As her back grew more tired Rebecca's wrists would bear more of her body weight. This would increase the slow abrasion of the skin till her wrists and knees would even begin to bleed. Being caged with plain leather restraints would become a privilege that she would work hard to obtain and keep. Being caged with no restraints at all would become a reward she would get only rarely and usually just one night at a time. There was a curtain of hair hanging over Rebecca's face the Mrs. Jones had not tied. It was mostly the hair that was soaked by her mother's piss, now it was also coated with Rebecca's vomit and keeping her stomach churning in disgust. Rebecca had not relieved her bladder in 6 hours and knew that would happen very soon and she would be powerless to stop it. The floor of the cage was shaped like a baking sheet with a 2" rim around the entire perimeter. Soon she would be adding her own urine to the puddle left by her her mother on the cage floor. Rebecca began hating her own tits because of all the additional strain they put on her back. Beck though any man would find the position easier to bear then she did as they didn't have all that additional weight hanging from their chest. It felt like the big milk glands weight 50 pounds each. 36C at her age was not a number to sneeze at and she always thought that eventually shy would outgrow her mother. She had thought her mother had the best tits in the world from the time she had let her take a shower together. Now the thought of her mothers old, sagging tits disgusted her as much as the piss and vomit in her hair. Equally sickening had been the sight of her mother's oversized cunt. It looked so loose with her brown inner lips hung down well below her vulva. She had never seen such darkly coloured inner lips, it had to be another consequence of her age. Only an old hag could have a cunt that looked like that, as though it had been through a fucking war and every soldier had entered it. It was also the hairiest snatch that she had ever seen, obviously was never trimmed. She could at least shave around her ass hole because even that peaked out from behind a forest of long, disgusting, hairs. Rebecca felt sorry that her father had put up with such an pussy for so long and now wondered if that had been the real reason he had left. She wouldn't blame him if it was. Beauty is such a subjective thing. Not able to retain it any longer, a stream of piss erupted from her pussy hitting the sheet metal floor and creating a loud drumming that Rebecca just knew could be heard upstairs. She was right, but not in the direct way that she thought. Mother dearest picked it up from her surveillance equipment. She'd been waiting for that sound, the sound of running water that she found both soothing and erotic at the same time. A sound that represented the enormous change in Rebecca's life. No longer would her mind reach out for the great pursuits of the human intellect but instead it would revolve around the most basic of physiological functions, eating, excreting, avoidance of pain and sexual gratification. Darcey Jones was envious of her daughters release from the complexities and hypocrisies of human society. She would be freed of all thought and decision making and left free to concentrate on the purely physical aspects of blind obedience. Rebecca's mind hadn't learned to blank itself out yet. Rebecca wasn't used to being naked yet. Whenever the pain would abate a little she would notice her nakedness. It wasn't just humiliating to her but it also made her feel very vulnerable. She had more protection when pulled from her mothers crotch as a new born then she did now. The pain didn't give her much time to spend dwelling on her nakedness. The strain had increased to the point where Becky began to shake. She felt nauseous again, this time from fear in combination with her mothers nasty stench. She could actually distinguish between the smell of her pee and her vaginal secretions. With the light turned off the basement was always in total darkness. Rebecca had no way to tell the passage of time except for the faint noise she could pick up if anyone was walking around upstairs, and this was mostly just the creak of the floor boards. She hadn't yet heard any other sounds of life not even the drone of a television set or radio. Her body was now exhausted but the only way she could relax was by putting more strain on her neck and letting her hair take more of the load. This was a painful and unsatisfactory solution. Desperate for relief Becky started to yell begging for help and mercy keeping it up for the better part of an hour. Mrs. Jones had to turn down the volume on her monitor. After that the cries stetted down to sobs and moans. She had no energy left for anything more. With the additional help of large snifter of brandy Mrs. Darcey Jones was finally able to fall asleep. -- 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. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+