Message-ID: <22483asstr$948906603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: mrbondskin@aol.com (MrBondskin) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000126015221.03928.00000372@ng-cn1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Diary of a Sex Slave Whore, Pt3 (MF/ff,tor,bdsm,hum,beast,piercing) Date: Wed, 26 Jan 2000 12:10:03 -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 presented by MrBondskin (please direct all comments to MrBondskin@aol.com) General Disclaimer: This story is intended for adult audiences (18 and up). If you think you will have problems with tales of bestiality, forced bondage and sadism, and violent sex, but not necessarily in that order, then stay away. Additional Note: I am grateful to my cyberfriend and collaborator Modelbabe for the inspiration and for contributing Part 1 of this tale. It is with her best wishes, I trust, that I continue the saga into sadistic scenes unknown. I have other projects in the hopper, but if the response to this one is good, I will put this series on the front burner. And now, limbo lower now... Diary of a Sex Slave Whore, Part 3 (FMf/f, tor,bdsm,hum,best,) On one weekend where Amy came back from college to visit her parents, only her Dad was home. Her mom had some big fancy job in London and she spent most of her time over in Europe. I begged my Mommy so I could visit my friend on her weekend back. I begged on the basis that I had been good and endured the last three weeks of her training. She made me suck on Violeur's huge gross cock once in the morning for breakfast, and then she would drag me out of bed at midnight or so and tie my collar around a bolt in the barn floorboards and have me suck him off a second time. Most nights, I was left in the cold barn to sleep on the hay with dried horse cum all over my face, in my nose, on my breast---it was disgusting. And Mommy always was there with a empty metal bucket, resting it under his spurting cock so that anything I missed would be caught in the bucket. She never did anything then with the bucket or its contents. Mommy just told me I had been good and she left with the bucket and left me in the dark with Violeur. So I thought I deserved to see Amy. Her Dad, Mr. Saban, was there to greet me when Mommy dropped me off. "Where's Amy, Mr. Saban?" "She's upstairs, Bridgette. Come on in." Mr. Saban got me something cold to drink. My eyes were on his mansion of a home. He was a lawyer for some corporation in the city and his two-story house was huge, and everything was so clean and organized too. I remember thinking he must have to hire a lot of maids. Mr. Saban however had his eyes on me. Mommy had picked out my clothes for this trip; I was wearing a white blouse that was two sizes too small, a short plaid skirt and no stockings with cute little white socks and red 5 inch heels. And my long hair was pulled back in one long ponytail. Mommy told me that Mr. Saban would be real nice to me, if I was nice to him. And she wanted to make sure my clothes were just right by him. By the look on his face, and the bulge in his pants, I knew he liked me, but he was just about as gross-looking as that giant horse thingee. "Your mother called, Bridgette, before you came over, and she said that if Amy was busy for a while, that you would show me a good time. I think Amy mentioned that she would be upstairs with her homework for at least an hour or two. " Mr. Saban draped his big hairy arm over my shoulders and played with the buttons on my blouse. "Let's go down in the basement. I have something I want to show you, honey." He locked the basement door behind us and he told me to walk down the steps real slow, and to raise my skirt a little with each step down. I did what I was told and by the last step, I had the skirt hiked up to my waist, exposing my ass and the fact that I had no panties on underneath. Then his whole demeanor changed, his voice changed too. He wrapped his arms around my chest from behind me and tore at the buttons on my blouse. I resisted a little but he soon had the blouse torn apart. He turned on a few more lights in the basement and I saw a thick wooden worktable under a single hanging light bulb. He scooped me up and threw me on the table. A few of the splinters in the wood ran into my thighs and hands as he roughly shoved me. I screamed from the shock of it, and he slapped me hard across the face, warning me to keep quiet. Telling me that I was his for the next two hours, and if I didn't behave my Mommy would know about it. He brought out a pair of scissors and cut my tiny skirt off my thighs and threw it into a dark corner. Mr. Saban pulled at my pussy lips and jerked my body further down on the table. He ripped off his pants and before I knew it, I saw this raging hard-on diving into my pussy. He was kind of fat, so his big stomach rested on my tight stomach while he churned his cock inside of me. His cock was about average I guess, and it didn't take him a full minute to cum. I could feel him cum inside of me and then his fat body collapsed on top of me. I hoped that it was over, and I was thankful that he was so quick. But he had two hours with me, and he was not about to stop so soon. When he recovered his senses, he had me get down off the table and get on all fours. He forced me to lick off his cum from his cock and then keep licking and sucking on it until I got him hard again. This took like forever. Like 20 minutes of my licking his balls and licking his cockhead. Mommy had made me practice with a dildo, but his taste was different than that plastic. Mr. Saban liked to hold his big fat fingers on the back of my head and ram his half-limp cock deep into my throat. I was gagging like crazy for air, but he ignored me. I tried for about 30 minutes to get his gross cock back up but he just couldn't do it. He got real disgusted, and real frustrated and started calling me all kinds of names, like stupid cunt, blonde bitch, and things I couldn't really hear because he had his hands on my ears pulling my mouth and face closer to his fat dick. Finally, he just got upset and lifted my wrists up and connected them to a set of steel handcuffs dangling overhead. He adjusted the slack and I was just barely able to stand on my 5 inch heels. He rammed a red ball gag into my mouth and wrapped it tight around my head. I didn't like this at all and I tried to see if I could force it out a little. It wasn't going anywhere. "I know what will get me hard again," he muttered as he stormed up the stairs. When he returned, Mr. Saban was pushing Amy in front of him. When she finally noticed me, tears welled up in her eyes. She ran to hug my hanging body, and whimpered something about her daddy. This didn't last long. Mr. Saban pulled his daughter away from me and ordered her to strip. Amy only had a pair of jeans and a tee shirt on. Underneath that, just her bra and panties. "Everything. You know what I like." Amy stirpped off her panties and then her bra, and her wonderful breasts came billowing out. And from where I was hanging, I could see that she had a beautiful heart-shaped ass too. "Come on, get on your knees, you little cunt!" Lick your friend's pussy, and I want to hear you licking and loving it too!" Mr. Saban put his college-age daughter to work on me, and I was helpless to resist. I was reminded of that night in the jacuzzi. This was starting to work for him. But he wanted to make it more. He went over to his work bench and brought over some tools. He told Amy to stay on her knees and keep her tongue out. She lifted her head back and exposed her tongue as much as she could. Mr. Saban lowered a clamp down on her tongue and smashed it hard, pressing it into the tongue. This metal tool had a top and bottom clamp with a single hole in the metal. He brought a large gauge needle over and just in an instant shot the needle through the hole in the clamp, through her tongue, and back down the hole on the other end of the clamp. Amy screamed even with her mouth like it was, her arms were waving and her fingers looked all tense and animated. Her fingernails were scraping against the cold concrete floor. Mr. Saban passed the needle all the way through and followed it with a thick ring. He dragged his screaming and reluctant daughter to his bench and brought a soldering iron to the tiny open end of the ring. A minute or two later, the ring was completely soldered on and when he released her, Amy's tongue just laid outside her mouth, hanging out from the weight of the silver ring. Now it was my turn. He lowered the clamp down to my pussy and clamped my outer lips together, lining up the holes in the metal on either side of my pussy lips. I started to really struggle at this, so he ordered Amy to hold my hands tightly behind my back. She looked like she had been through something like this before, and with her head down, and her tongue lagging out, Amy gripped my wrists and held on to me. Seconds later he pierced my lips with a long laupin needle. I screamed behind my gag and tears fell fast down my cheeks. I thought I might pass out. I wish that I had. He chased the needle with a really thick ring that was about two inches wide. He passed it through and then brought the soldering tools over to me to seal my pussy ring. I could feel the intense heat running through my pussy lips and I could feel him singe the tiny trimmed hairs on and around my lips. When he was finished with his metal work, he ordered Amy in front of me again and on her knees. She knelt down with her face right at pussy level. Mr. Saban brought a small stretch of chain links and connected one end to his daughter's tongue ring, and the other end to my pussy ring. The weight of the ring tugged at my pussy, pulling on it slightly. Fresh tears came when he finally released the chain links from his grasp. Now Amy and I were connected. Again, he ordered Amy to lick my pussy, and of course, this caused both us a lot of pain. The swelling was already starting from the piercing in my pussy, and Amy was being forced to lick up my blood and my pussy juice. And I know that her tongue must have been throbbing like my outer lips were. And the weirdest sensation was when her ring would click against my ring; it was cold and it was painful. Mr. Saban got himself some lotion and starting stroking his cock while watching Amy give me head. Every few minutes he would shove the back of Amy's head, forcing her tongue to get as deep as she could get it inside my pussy, and rubbing up against my clit. Mr. Saban was not having a hard time keeping hard now. The sight was keeping him huge and hard at the same time. When he felt like cumming again, this time he leaned over his daughter's face and pulled back on her brownish blonde hair. He released his cum and jets of his cum sprang out all over Amy's face. Of course, when he pulled back on her hair, her part of the chain jerked on my pussy and I was pulled painfully close to the jetstream action. I could feel some of his hot cum hitting my pussy lips. I looked down to see Amy's eyes and nose and cheeks covered in his white cum. Mr. Saban lowered my gag down, and scraped some of the cum off of Amy's cheeks and thrust it into my mouth. I was gasping for more air and instead I got more cum. He smeared the rest of the drying cum on Amy's face and neck. Now Mr. Saban looked more relaxed. The phone rang from upstairs and Mr. Saban left us to take his call. When he returned about two minutes later, he had the widest grin on his face. He leaned on Amy's shoulder and caused her to start falling; that immediately pulled my pussy lips down and stretched them about as far as they could go. I let out a deafening scream and begged for him to stop. Mr. Saban just continued his smile. "That was your mother on the phone, Bridgette. She just wanted to check on you. I told her how good and cooperative you were being." Mr. Saban made a slow walk around our bodies, admiring my ass, and admiring how us girls looked so appealing being abused like this. "And I told your mother that you were having such a good time that you wanted to stay longer. And we agreed. So, you'll get something extra and I'll get to keep you all night." My heart jumped into my throat. "Oh, and did Amy ever tell you I bought her a horse to ride about four years ago? The truth is, Amy never rode it much. And he's been neglected far too long. But from what your mother tells me, you love horses." -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+