Message-ID: <22227asstr$947455802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: <3878B165.44035610@home.com> From: "Mr. Ed" X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Lines: 479 NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 09 Jan 2000 08:06:12 PST Subject: {ASSM} Rebecca Mine (Chapter 7) (N/C, F/f, BDSM, Scat, severe) Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2000 17:10:02 -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: dennyw, newsman 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 LEARN'S ABOUT BREAKING RULES (CHAPTER 7) Rebecca hung from her wrists most of the time too tired to summon the strength she needed to stretch her body and take some tension off of her wrists letting a little blood up into her hands. She knew she should do it, somewhere in the back of her mind, but there was almost no feeling left and she was very week from both hunger and fatigue. If anything torture is an energy draining experience. It saps both physical and emotional strength. She felt empty inside and believed her body just wasn't worth any effort to maintain. Becky was sure she wouldn't be alive much longer. If she wasn't allowed to really rest soon she was certain she'd just pass out. Her mind could focus on nothing other then her pain filled body. Time seemed to pass so very slowly in the total darkness. What might have felt as just a brief pause to her mother seemed like endless hours to Rebecca. She cursed her fate for not even getting the small mercy of lost consciousness. She figured that being torn apart while unconscious was far more appealing then being torn apart while fully awake. Rebecca decided that she would no longer care about what happened to her physical body. The decision seemed to ease her suffering as Becky relaxed and let her wrists take her full body weight. She could hear the sound of muffled footsteps upstairs, but there was enough carpeting and soundproofing that the sound was very small. She knew her constant moans into the gag couldn't be heard upstairs, but somehow moaning made her feel a bit better. A real attempt at making enough noise, through the gag, to be heard upstairs and attract attention was impossible. She knew this instinctively. She had no need for any extra punishment at the time. Still despite her resolution not to care about her body any longer, some inner force would get her to stretch upwards enough to keep her hands alive... even if not functioning. Her thoughts strayed to how much better it would feel if she could only close her legs. The pain in her hips was getting more then annoying. How Becky wished she could get up a little higher on her toes and take some some of the stress off her back, shoulders and arms. She also thought about how she could probably fall asleep if it wasn't so cold; even despite her pain. Lack of food and sleep was making her metabolism drop and she began feeling cold as well as tired and hurt. When she tried to compare it with some other time in her life she could find none that even approached the misery she felt now. Rebecca lost all track of time. When she finally was dazzled by the naked light bulb going on, and heard the sound of her mothers stiletto mules on the stairs, Rebecca didn't know how many days she had waited standing on her feet. It had been about 4 hours. Mrs. Jones was in a particularly good mood. She had spent time flirting with the brawny moving men and had loosened herself up a little with a half dozen swigs from the bottle of Scotch she kept in the house. Mrs. Jones regularly dispensed with the bother of pouring the liqueur into a glass. She was was now ready to teach Rebecca that she had better take her words seriously. Beck had to know that she wouldn't be taking any crap from her in any shape or form. Darcey figured this was best made clear from the very start. She'd make sure Rebecca would get a lesson she wouldn't forget. Rebecca hoped against hope that her mother was coming down to at least let her down from her bonds. Mrs. Jones had no such intentions. Becky's hopes soon faded away. "I' m going to teach you Rebecca mine, that when I tell you something isn't allowed without my instruction I mean it. I told you that you don't piss or shit unless your told but you did anyway so get ready to pay the price right now." When she heard those words Rebecca's heart almost stopped. Her worst fears were being confirmed that her nightmare would continue unabated and that she wasn't about to be allowed to rest and go to sleep. She was so tired and so sore it took everything she had to just go on. Rebecca didn't think she could take any more. Mrs. Jones had done a lot of research by talking to experienced doms over the internet. She had backed everything up by also talking to as many subs as she could, again over the internet. Unless her information was completely wrong by some conspiracy, her new slave was not anywhere near the level of stress that would put her in danger, unless she had some hidden defect in her lovely body. Rebecca was a cross between her mother and father, of course, shorter then her mother, but stockier and more solid. Her bone structure resembled her father who was a very athletic man. In a way she was born with a physique more more suited to being a slave then the long and slender construction of her beautiful mother. Here body could be trained well and easily build muscle given the right conditions. Darcey was aware of the treasure she had locked up in her basement and figured Becky would be able to take as much abuse as any of the slaves she knew about with the right training. Mrs. Jones was in her dungeon attire wearing just the garter, black stockings and mules but this time she was well concealed under a shiny black plastic raincoat and over her shoulder she bore a load. It looked like a pair of steel pipes that had been welded together to form the letter 'T' . "I have a piece of furniture for your new home dear. Your going to be spending lots of time lying over it I am sure." A couple of paces ahead of where Beck now hung, there was a 4" hole in the concrete floor lined with a steel collar. Mrs. Jones placed the base of her cross into the floor and twisted it a half turn locking it in. "Since it was the ass that was the offending part of the body that's what I am going to work on the most but don't worry, I'll move to other body parts as well. I expect to have full cooperation from you at all times no mater what I'm doing to you. Any hesitation and you'll see how much more punishment you will earn for yourself." Darcey Jones reached high and fastened a hand cuff to Rebecca's Right wrist before releasing it from the spreader bar and locking the other end of the handcuff to her steel collar. The same was done with the left wrist; now Mrs. Jones felt secure that she could handle any rebelliousness from Becky. "Stand still," Becky was ordered. Rebecca didn't dare move. She had no stomach to risk more pain. The the ends of the leg spreader bar were then released from their anchorage to the basement floor bur Rebecca's legs remained shackled to it. Her knees remained spread wide by the shorter bar between them. This little bar made sure Rebecca could not hide her cunt at all. Mrs. Jones backed up until her thighs bumped into the cross sticking out of the floor. "Come forward until I tell you to stop." "That's far enough". Spread as wide as she was it was hard work to waddle up to the spot on the floor that also had a series of iron rings embedded in the cement. She stopped and again the spreader bar was fastened to the floor locking her to the spot. "Get your hips over this bar and your head pointing to the floor… Now!" Mrs. Jones had moved to the side so as not to be in the way. Rebecca almost plunged over the steel cross beam which rested just under her pubic bone so that her hips were actually on the opposite side of the bar. Only the fact her legs were secured to the floor kept her from going all the way over. Before unlocking her daughters cuffs from her wrists Mrs. Jones closed her knees over Rebecca's head, trapping it tightly. Becky's face was crushed between her mothers stockinged legs as she squeezed the sides of her face. The cross bar was now bumping into the bottom of her pelvic bone, causing a new unpleasant sensation. Her wrists were then unlocked from her collar, one at a time and pulled firmly to be fastened to waiting floor rings. Rebecca's ass was now not only stretched in four directions but pointing straight up in perfect position to receive the whip or any other punishment device. It had been marked up well by the beating with the electrical cord but there was no more serious damage then a few blood blisters and tiny breaks in the skin. Although the newly ringed cunt lips also begged for attention Beck's very naked little ass hole provided the bulls eye for her mother. As appropriate to this nightmare, Rebecca saw her mother pick up the wooden scrub brush from the pan full of antiseptic fluid. The reason for Mrs. Jones wearing the raincoat became quickly apparent as she began to scrub Rebecca down. Droplets of spray from the vigorous brushing soon covered the front of the raincoat. This was something she wanted to avoid on her own skin since unless washed off in an hour or two the disinfectant would begin to feel as though it were burning even her healthy skin. It was one of the reasons why Rebecca's cunt and tits still hurt as much as they did. Darcey didn't stop scrubbing until the skin was tender to touch from right behind Becky's knees up and around both thighs and her hips and ass right up to the tail bone. When she was done the wooden brush was dropped back into the tray turning the clear fluid red, and she picked up a bottle brush that Rebecca hadn't noticed before. "I'm afraid dear that after tonight your virginity will be confined to your vagina so I'm going to be cleaning up the inside of your ass hole as well. Try to relax, it will go easier for you that way." Becky couldn't move out off the way at all as she felt the bristles at the end of the brush push against her raw anus. Pressure pushed the bristles back out of the way as the wire core of the brush pushed up against the puckered hole causing the sphincter to clamp tight reflexively. "I said relax, you little shit!… Relax!" With the Bristles bent back the wire core of the brush slid easily into Rebecca's rectum as soon as she unclenched her sphincter muscle. When her mother pulled back on the brush driving the ends of the bristles into the walls of her ass and lower intestine sending another attempt at a scream to the back of Rebecca's ball gag. Restrained as she was her hips didn't move more then a inch. The first stroke of the bottle brush came a real shock to Rebecca and the sudden burning of the antiseptic now being scrubbed into her inner linings sent another jolt to her brain bringing it to full alert but unable to do a thing to lessen the pain except to relax her ass hole and surrender to the brush. It only took a few strokes before the white brush came out red. Mrs. Jones decided she had better not risk any further damage and pulled the brush out completely tossing it back into the tray of antiseptic. Peritonitis wasn't something she had planed for Rebecca and she didn't want to take that chance. She would need to find out exactly how tough the rectum was before she used the brush again. She had a much better feel for what she could get away with in terms of using a dildo to ream out her ass. "I think your back side is just about ready for punishment. Don't forget that you'll be apologizing after I'm done. It better be better then your last one or you'll get a repeat of the whole thing." Mrs. Jones removed the raincoat she'd been wearing and hung it on a peg in the side of the staircase, there apparently for that purpose. There were three other pegs evenly spaced and ready for more raincoats. She thought she had better get some more put in just in case there were more visitors or if the visitors brought other things that should be hung up. "What a silly thing to think about at a time like this," Darcey thought; but it wasn't such a silly thing to her. Even before she had subdued Rebecca she had thought about showing her off to her acquaintances and how impressed they would be with her slave training skills as Rebecca would do the most demeaning things without question with a smile on her face. Rebecca would not only do all the tricks but she'd also convince everyone that she was having the greatest time. Mrs. Jones would be a great success, in her mind. She would make sure they were favorably impressed whenever she brought guests to the basement for an exhibition. On the wall beside a few other whips hung a 5' straight rattan cane about as thick as a man's thumb. The newly naked, Mrs. Jones took it in her hands putting the right one though a leather loop at the top end. She stepped away from the wall and swung it through the air several times practicing her swing till she got the highest pitched whistle. "You may think your ass got a beating earlier on but it hasn't felt anything yet. This will teach you to control your bodily functions. And if it doesn't there's a lot more available" Mistress DJ could hardly control her drooling cunt as she stepped into position to Becky's left and without hesitation swung the cane as hard as she could into her stretched ass just above the thigh crease. Rebecca experienced a new kind of sensation. At first it was the low thud that Becky noticed, it wasn't like the crack of the whip at all. When it hit the first sensation wasn't pain but a jarring sensation that shook her whole body. After that the pain came up from deep in the flesh to the surface of the skin erupting like the hot lava of a volcano. If the the first stroke didn't shatter her pelvis she was sure the next one would. Mrs. Jones paused a moment, long enough for the full effect of the blow to sink in but not long enough for the pain to die away. The next blow was a little higher up on her rear but even harder as Darcey had found her range and was more confidant with the second stroke. By this time the spot where the first stroke had landed was already marked by a long pink welt beginning to thicken and rise as broken cell walls let in fluid causing the cells to swell and form a welt. The second stroke repeated the damage to Becky's ass flesh and bruising the buttock muscles enough so they just stopped working. When she tried to contract them to get ready for the next blow, she found they hurt too much to use. Varying her timing to allow Rebecca no pattern the third blow came right after the second and almost directly on the same spot. It split Rebecca's skin in three places where there were bumps along the length of the cane and at it's very tip. The shock wave was enough to bruise her plugged bladder, re-energizing her screams into the ball gag followed by gasps for air. This was pain like nothing Rebecca had ever imagined. "You be sure and tell me if this doesn't leave a strong enough impression on you. I want you to have a clear idea of what to expect when I catch you fucking up. I told you, you don't do anything unless I tell you to, especially shit!" Mrs. Jones waited a while letting her daughter think about what she had said and wait for the next blow. The fourth stroke smashed into the back of her thighs just bellow the crease. Rebecca had spent almost half a minute waiting for it to come and praying it wouldn't hurt as much as the previous three had. She caught a small break since her thighs could give more with the blow and were better padded then her stretched ass. She still felt as if someone had slashed across them with a hot knife. The welt from the first blow was raised almost ¼" above the skin and beginning to go very dark along it's whole length. Three tiny trickles of blood ran over the welt from a similar but wider welt just above it. The bruising was beginning to spread throughout her behind. Blows five and six were delivered lower down and individually to each thigh. With the impacts confined to much smaller areas, the effect of the cane was even worse bruising the muscles very deeply and breaking the skin where the cane crossed previous lines made by the electrical cord. Mrs. Jones walked back up behind her trembling daughter's widely spread legs and squatted down, lewdly displaying her swollen genitalia to Beck's face. "Look at my face," she barked! Rebecca dragged her eyeballs up away from the floor, in total terror of what she had to face but now understood the price of disobedience much better. Her fear of her mother was now so great she would have taken more blows from the cane then look her in the face but she obeyed. Remaining in her very low squat Mrs. Jones rubbed her left hand down Rebecca's left buttock and thigh eliciting a grimace of pain on her daughters face. When she brought her hand back down to her daughters eye level it was clearly stained with blood. Darcey Jones rubbed the hand off across Becky's head and face. "Am I getting through to you? Are you going to relieve yourself without permission again, like some animal!" It was a rhetorical question. "Because if you do I want you to know what you can expect. I'm not going to show you off to me friends and be humiliated by you taking a crap at some inopportune time. Are you going to learn to curb yourself?" Rebecca nodded her head furiously, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets begging for mercy. "Now where were we? Oh yes I think it was four." Darcey said it with a sinister smile while getting back into position to resume the caning. In very quick order Mrs. Jones applied four more blows to each thigh and then waited to catch her breath while watching them change color. She rested the end of the cane on the small of Rebecca's back as though to say that she wasn't through just yet. Her rump could still take more. She wanted to get more color into the sides of her ass cheeks so she moved into a better position to punish the outside right cheek. The blows to her ass would now be more concentrated as well. Looking back between her legs Becky could now clearly see her mother take a stance very similar to a baseball player. Her feeling of total helplessness was overwhelming. She watched her mother swing the cane with both hands, heard the terrible whistle, felt the thud and then the eruption of pain. Three strokes later Mrs. Jones moved to Becky's right so she could cane her left flank. Becky now lay limp over the iron bar. The screaming had stopped. The beating didn't until the left flank had been marked as well as the right. Only then was the cane hung back up on the wall beside the electrical cord, cunt whip and a few other whips that would soon find a use on Becky's flesh. Darcey picked up the spray bottle of her special antiseptic and sprayed down Becky's entire posterior. Blood on the skin quickly mixed with the clear, caustic, spray and rivulets of royal red trickled down both legs and down the crack of her crotch. As the many cuts started to feel as though they had just caught fire the bound girl became reanimated thrashing around as much as her bonds would allow her. It was precious little. The girls Mistress made sure every crack and crevice was thoroughly washed down. The feeling of heat would increase for at least another quarter hour and make the raw and battered skin feel as though it were ablaze. When Darcey Jones ran her hand over Becky's super sensitive skin Rebecca actually squealed. By this time Mrs. Jones own lubrication became obvious as the tops of her stockings were wet with her secretions. The bushy hair around her swollen nether lips was wet and matted. Both of her hands were also wet, having been used to fondle herself on several occasions. Finally Darcey Jones just couldn't stand it any more. She had to find release for her sexual frustration. "I'm going to let you show me how well your learning your lesson before I finish with your punishment. I was going to put hat pins through your tits next but you might convince me to go easy on you if you really show me that your ready to be good. Let me show you the pins." Marla went to where she had hung up her raincoat and removed a long plastic box from an inside pocket, as well as a big, black, rubber phallus with a hose and air bulb at the base end. She returned to once again squat open legged in front of Rebecca's face and opened up the plastic box displaying it's contents to Rebecca. She saw the pins, more then a dozen of them, 6" long, very sharp at one end, thick in the middle and then tapering down again till they ended with a flat, circular finger grip at the other end. "Would you like to show me that you can be good; or do I just start putting these through those udders of yours right now?" Rebecca shook her head furiously hoping against hope to somehow avoid having any contact with the small spears. "Are you going to show me that you're learning to obey ?" This time Rebecca nodded her head almost as eagerly. Mrs. Jones put her right hand on the top of her V and began fingering herself in plain view of her daughter. It was one of the grossest things Becky had ever seen. She was glad her nose was still packed so she couldn't smell her. She was sure she would have died in her own puke. "Don't think your going to get your mouth into this right away… cunt!. By the way, that's what your going to be called from now on. I'm tossing the name Rebecca into the trash bin and just calling cunt, or trash or shit or anything else I choose. You'll now that I'm talking to you and if you don't then you will be punished for not paying attention." Mrs. Jones bowel, which she hadn't yet emptied, was letting her know that it wanted to be emptied right away. Darcey turned around and put her ass as close as she could to Rebecca's face. Slowly and carefully she relaxed her sphincter muscle allowing a milk chocolate colored turd to push it's way out of her ass hole right in front of Rebecca's eyes. "I just want you to see what you'll be cleaning up shortly… with your mouth." The turd only pocked out of her ass hole about an inch when Mr. Jones stood up and goose stepped over to the cage floor pan where she let a few more inches come out before pinching the turd off with her butt, letting it drop and moving closer to the middle of the pan. There she again pinched off another chunk leaving the remaining length of turd at the foot of the cage. "I feel like my ass is covered in shit… but not for long!"… Darcey chuckled." "Your going to get your tongue up into my ass and get every last morel of shit that's stuck around my hairy ass… Or maybe you would just prefer I start pushing those needles through your tits?" Cunt was scared out of her mind at the thought of those needles being pushed through her tits and shook her head furiously. "If I let you clean my ass you'll be quiet and do exactly as I tell you without hesitation?" The broken slave nodded knowing she would agree to anything she was told. Thinking about those pins going through her precious tit flesh was more then she could stand. "If at any time I think your not taking your job seriously I'm just going to turn around and turn both your bags into pin cushions for knitting needles; got that? Here… Let me show you how it feels cunt." Once again Rebecca's eyes bugged out in anticipation of more horrible pain to come. She watched as her mother picked up one of the large pins and then grabbed her left tit between thumb and forefinger at about its mid point and squeezing hard and pulling it away from her body. She saw her mother bring up the fat needle and then closed her eyes, unable to watch what was about to happen. Mrs. Jones placed the pin against the terrified girls tit, just bellow her thumb and gave the needle a hard push. At first it didn't want to go through the skin so she had to increase her efforts until it finally punctured the skin. It was surprisingly hard work taking a lot of effort to shove through as a hysterical Rebecca thrashed her head around, doing anything at all that might bring distraction or relief from the horrible pain. It seemed to both of them that the pin would never emerge from the other side but it did eventually break out. Mrs. Jones kept pushing until the sharp tip came to rest against Rebecca's right tit. "There are 15 more I the box just like it. Are you ready to show me just how good you can be?" Rebecca nodded her head wanting to void the pins more then anything else. "I'm going to remove your gag now and I don't expect to hear a single word. You can moan, cry, scream and wail but I will not tolerate speech from you. I will almost never tell you to speak because I hate the sound of your voice unless it's expressing pain. Then I think it's divine, shut the fuck up and you won't regret it. Talk and I'll eventually cut out your tongue……" Then in a quiet hissing voice she continues. "Whisper an and I'll cut your vocal cords." Darcey removed a small hasp lock that ensured the gag would not be removed in her absence and released the hasp holding the gag tightly in her mouth. It would soon loose it's freedom again, since her mistress enjoyed imagining the extra suffering that the gag caused Rebecca. She could imagine the strain her daughters jaw was subjected to by the ball and how painful that could be. Indeed if it hadn't been for all the other assorted pains, the one from the gag alone would be enough to eventually break her. Rebecca groaned as her jaw was stretched open even more so the ball could be pulled out. Mrs. Jones released both of Becky's wrists from the floor and fastened them to rings on either end of the T bar she was bent over. Her legs remained locked to the floor. "Squat down and move your body away from the bar." With leg muscles almost paralyzed by the heavy cane Rebecca pushed away with her hands and sat on her heels, trying not to work her legs which screaming with pain. It would be a while before she could walk again. Mrs. Jones ducked down underneath Rebecca's arm getting in position between the girl and the bar. She spread her legs and stuck her filthy ass in Becky's face. "Come on, stick out your tongue and get to work… show some enthusiasm." Enthusiasm is what Rebecca showed her Mistress. She was beginning to think that pain couldn't get much worse then what she had already absorbed but the hat pin through the middle of her tit showed her how wrong she was. As she would find out, there are many pains that would drive her to near madness. This would be just one. Rebecca stuck out her tongue in earnest and driven by the sheer terror that she might get all 16 pins through her tits drove her on, disregarding the pain her nose ring gave her as Darcey Jones's ass pushed against it. Even with her nose plugged she could taste the bitterness of her mothers stool as her tongue was quickly coated and Rebecca had to generate enough saliva to wash the shit down her throat to keep her tongue clean. Her stomach began to heave and and try to bring up her stomach contents but all that came up was a, bit of acid. It had been more then a day since Rebecca had eaten, her stomach was empty long ago. Knowing the throwing up even a bit of acid would probably increase her suffering 10 fold she swallowed the acid right back down. The shit was incredibly bitter, not a touch of sweetness to it. She would have chosen death anytime over what see was doing now, but she would rather eat manure then feel another needle go through her tits or another cane rip through her ass. She launched into her mission to rid her mothers crack of shit using her tongue, lips and teeth to get it off her skin and and her bushy hair. For Mrs. Darcey Jones the sensation of the first touch of her daughters tongue onto her filthy ass sent her on a journey from which she never wanted to return. For the first time in her life the spirit of Darcey Miller Jones soared with the eagles as she felt her power, the power of life and death and life worse then death and it was all hers. She could make Rebecca do anything she wanted her to do and the feeling intoxicated her much more then the Scotch she had earlier. "When you've cleaned my ass then work right on my ass hole. I want your tongue buried in it cleaning it from the inside out." Rebecca complied again working her young tongue as deep into her mothers ass hole as she could get. It didn't seem to be enough to please her mother. "I think I'm going to just fill your tits with the hat pins, You don't seem to be very interested in being any good at all. Get more tongue inside my ass you pathetic shit, or you might even get more then 16 spears through the tits. Seal my ass hole with your lips and try to suck anything inside, out, as you push your tongue deeper inside digging for another chunk of your gold, my shit.. Vacuum out my shit hole; good. Dig for buried treasure. There sure aren't very many human's that could sink as low as you… That's better… Get those lips in there. You'll make a good toilet one day... That's it just get it in deeper… Good, now move it in and out… Good… now wiggle your tongue as it moves in and out... Can you feel any treasure up there, shit eater? Suck it out. That's it, get your tongue in deeper, deeper. Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" A light touch with her finger, to her own swollen clit set off the biggest orgasm of Darcey's life. Rebecca found herself unconcerned with what she was doing, licking and cleaning her mothers filthy ass. Though the taste was as foul as she knew it would be the task gave her something to focus on other then more pain. It was something she was able to loose herself in as vile as the task was. If she was good and got her mothers ass real clean maybe she wouldn't get any more needles through her tits. Maybe the punishment would end and she would be allowed to sleep. She could do it and at least it didn't hurt much accept for her nose. After a while she stopped even noticing the taste. For Mrs. Jones the orgasm made her own knees grow shaky and weak. She was thankful for having the cross bar in front of her own hips for support. Doubts that had gone through her mind about what what she was doing began to fade away. How could anything that made her feel so good, so strong, possibly be bad. To die and go to heaven now would be a big disappointment when she imagined the carnal delights that she looked forward to. This was heaven. 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