Message-ID: <24479asstr$960027012@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000531214312.92925.qmail@hotmail.com> From: "Dick Goesinya" Subject: {ASSM} Master Chris Collection 7/7 Date: Sat, 3 Jun 2000 06:10:12 -0400 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: kelly, gill-bates, english, Vulpine I am posting the "Master Chris" series in seven parts. I hope this stimulates other people to post collections of quality stories. I would also like to hear responses from others about the following 'missing' stories There seems to be a genuine _missing_ story. It's #20 - mentioned in the index but never written (according to the Master). Just in case that is in error and you have a #20, please post it. Does anyone know if any stories after #77 even exist? Please post them if you have them. The Story #47 is 'For a Price'. I have posted 5 parts to this story (thru Wednesday), but there should be more. Again, if anyone has any more parts, please post them. If you have any stories to add to this collection, just email them to me and I will post them. A note on the format of the posts: The original is a Word document, exported to a text file. Paragraphs end with two paragraph marks. To limit characters per line, paragraphs have internally a space, paragraph mark. To convert the text back to wrappable, formattable text, convert all the space, paragraph marks to spaces, then all the double paragraph marks to single paragraph marks, and you can the format the text anyway you want with Word, or any other word processor. Thanks to one interested collector who responded to my earlier posts of part of this material. You know who you are. Thanks. I will let you know if this generates any response. Obviously, I did not write these stories. Thanks to Master Chris, who did. ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com <1st attachment, "mc7.txt" begin> 77 Back in the Corner Well, here I am, back in the corner. It's a position I know well though I can't seem to ever get used to it. My nose is pushed as far into the living room corner as it can go. My bottom, bare of course, is slowly cooling off from the burning, embarrassing, childish spanking its just received. I'll be here for a few minutes with nothing but my hot bottom and my thoughts to occupy me. You would think I'd be used to it by now. After all, I've been spanked since I was a boy. I'm sure I was a handful and I no doubt deserved most of the punishments I received. Dad used to spank me but he left my mom and me when I was only 7. Punishments stopped for a while but I turned into something of a terror and it wasn't long before Mom took up where Dad left off. At least once a week it seemed I was being pulled over Mom's lap for an "attitude adjustment". The routine was always the same. Mom would pull down my pants and underwear in one good, long yank then bend me over her lap. Once I was in the desired position Mom would make sure I knew why I was being punished then apply her firm hand until my bottom was red and hot and usually until I was in tears. Then I shuffled off to the living room corner, my pants still around my ankles to "think about it". The pattern was the same time after time until I turned 15. Then everything changed. Forever. I guess as with any boy who's been spanked through puberty, my bare bottomed spankings got more and more embarrassing. I certainly worked harder to avoid them but still every 2 to 3 weeks I found myself baring, however briefly, my growing and suddenly hairy genitalia on the way to bending over my mom's lap. Worse, more often than not, I would be sporting a raging hardon in plain view of my own mother. No amount of pleading would have Mom stop baring my bottom. She felt that the embarrassment was at least as important to the punishment as the application of her hand. When I was around 15, the Hendersons next door moved away and Miss Balsam moved in. Miss Balsam was a very attractive woman close to my mom's age and lived alone. She and Mom soon became the best of friends. Miss Balsam was always over at our place or Mom was over there. They seemed inseparable. It's funny though, after a while Mom's attitude toward Miss Balsam changed. She seemed overly polite and I don't think I ever heard her contradict Miss Balsam. It was always "Yes Katherine" or "Of course Katherine". Anyway, with all the comings and goings of Miss Balsam and my mom, the inevitable finally happened. I remember it was summertime and Miss Balsam and Mom were perched on stools in the kitchen sipping at some lemonade. I don't remember exactly what I said as I went through the kitchen but it was certainly not nice and as Mom reacted I know my reply contained a swear word or two. In retrospect it wasn't very smart. A heartbeat later Mom had a firm grasp of my ear and was tugging me towards a kitchen chair. My eyes sprung wide open in horror as I realized she meant to spank me right in front of Miss Balsam! My panic struck cry of "Mom!" went completely unheeded as Mom dragged my shorts and underwear to my knees in one pull. My traitorous cock was, of course, rock hard and I quickly moved my hands in a vain attempt to cover it. The spanking was the same as always except that for the first time my embarrassing punishment was in full view of a non-family member and, worse, an attractive female non-family member. When Mom finished tanning my behind and finally let me up, Miss Balsam got a full view of what I'd been trying to hide as I shuffled off to the corner rubbing my bottom. I think I remember every second of the fifteen minutes I spent there, my red naked bottom on display to both women. Mom and Miss Balsam picked up their conversation as though nothing had happened although the conversation now turned to corporal discipline. "I'm happy to see you take him in hand Mary," said Miss Balsam. "Goodness knows, boys of all ages need firm guidance." "I guess so," said my Mom. "Of course so!" said Miss Balsam. "Why, if you ever feel you can't keep up, I'd be pleased to lend a hand." "Do you hear that Michael?" asked my mom. "If you give me any more trouble I'll have Miss Balsam adjust your attitude for you." The threat must have proved salutary because for almost three weeks I kept my nose out trouble and out of the corner. My mom, it seemed, was spending more and more time next door. She was so deferential to Miss Balsam that sometimes she seemed like a kid herself. I did pretty well for about three weeks before my mouth finally ran out of control again. This time it was over homework and I told Mom what I though she should do with her suggestions of finishing it early. It was one of those moments when I wished I could have reached out and grabbed the words to cram them back into my mouth but it was too late. Mom got real quiet and her eyes narrowed. "All right Michael, you want to continue to test me? Well you're going to learn that your actions carry consequences. Come with me." With a firm grip on my wrist, Mom led me right out the front door and toward Miss Balsam's despite my increasingly frantic protests. When I went to pull back, Mom stared me down with a steely gaze. "Michael, if I don't get your immediate obedience, I swear to God I'll spank you right here on the front porch!" I believed her. Sniffling, I followed her over to the house next door. I figured I was in for a repeat of my last punishment. I wasn't exactly right. Mom walked straight in without knocking. I mean, she practically lived there anyway. Calling for Miss Balsam, she pulled me to the corner of the living room. With a sharp tug my shorts and underwear were down around my ankles and a short push at my back was enough to propel me to the corner of another woman's home. Though I silently begged it not to happen, my cock reacted to these circumstances by rising up to achingly hard attention. Miss Balsam was now in the room too and she and my mom retreated to the kitchen where they began speaking in tones just below my ability to hear. In a few short minutes they were heading back into the room to announce my fate. My mom came up right behind me. "Well Michael," she said softly. "You're going to get your wish. Miss Balsam will take care of today's attitude adjustment." "Mom!" I implored. "Mom nothing!" she snapped. "You do exactly as you're told or so help me your next spanking will be on the porch!" "Off you go Mary," said Miss Balsam. "I'll send him back when we're done." "Yes, Katherine," said my mom and without further ado left me alone for my first spanking with Miss Balsam. The room was quiet for a minute or two. I could just feel Miss Balsam's eyes on my bare bottom. "All right young man," she started. "Punishments in my house are done my way. The first thing that we don't do here is to give spankings to half- dressed boys so get those clothes off right now." "Everything?" I squeaked. This was worse than I had imagined. "Everything and be quick about it!" I wasn't wearing much and it didn't take long before I was buck-naked and back in the corner. Although it wasn't visible from behind, my cock was still rock hard and my hands were covering it in front. Miss Balsam, of course, noticed. "Clasp those hands on your head," she instructed. I had never felt so vulnerable. I heard Miss Balsam leave the room and meander through different parts of the house. The waiting only served to build the anticipation of what was to come. It was perhaps five minutes, perhaps ten when I heard her come back to where I was waiting. "All right young man, follow me." I figured I'd be going to quickly get across Miss Balsam's lap but she was already on the move through the kitchen and down the few stairs to the den where she stopped and sat down in an easy chair. My hands had naturally come back to covering my hardon and Miss Balsam noticed as soon ash she turned around. "Get those hands back on your head!" she barked. I jumped as my hands seemed to fly back up of their own accord. Miss Balsam looked me up and down, pausing at the sight of my bobbing cock. "Step closer," she said firmly and I shuffled forward until I was only inches from her. Miss Balsam reached out with her right hand that held, I now saw, a hairbrush. Using the edge of the brush she pushed at the underside of my cock then stroked the edge along the length of it from bottom toward the top. I gasped at the sensation. "So, I see your being punished arouses you," she said. "Well, perhaps we'll deal with that later. All right, over my lap then." Miss Balsam was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and as I bent over, my hard cock came directly into contact with her warm thighs. "Lift up Michael," she said. I lifted my hips as instructed and felt Miss Balsam's hand snake down to firmly grasp my hard on. In one smooth motion, Miss Balsam's thighs spread open. Her hand tugged downward, firmly pulling my hard organ down with it. The thighs clamped together holding me in place by the end of my now squeezed cock. I felt one of Miss Balsam's hands on the small of my back, the other resting on my clenched buttocks. "Like your mother, I think we'll start with a hand spanking," she said. The first smack came immediately and in a few moments my bottom was hot and red as usual. The spanking didn't last long and seemed somewhat less strict than what I was used to. Of course I didn't realize that this was just the beginning. The spanks stopped and I waited to be let up. "You're not quite done yet, young man," I was told. What else? I wondered. I heard the sound of a jar opening then I smelled it as Miss Balsam put the jar right under my nose. "Do you know what this is?" she asked. The smell was telltale. "Vics-vap-o-rub," I replied. "Indeed it is," Miss Balsam chuckled. "Is your bottom warm?" she asked, patting my behind. "Yes," I said. "Well it's about to be much warmer both inside and out. These pink buttocks are still clenched. I find that a sign of rebellion and I won't have you being rebellious with me. Now, point your toes and lay the tops of your feet on the carpet." I followed my instructions. Suddenly I felt both of Miss Balsam's hands at my tender buttocks. To my horror she spread them wide, wide apart fully stretching and exposing my crinkled anus. I found I couldn't clench my buttocks at all to prevent the humiliating exposure. To my surprise, the new position of my feet effectively removed any ability I had to keep my bottom clenched. Holding me spread with one hand, I then felt the tip of Miss Balsam's finger at my most sensitive opening. She tickled me outside momentarily then slide her long slippery finger deep into my body in one firm motion. She pulled it out then pushed it all the way back in a slow twisting motion. The sensation drove my hips down involuntarily pushing my cock deeper between her thighs. The finger withdrew leaving me feeling squishy behind. My body was already a riot of conflicting sensations but Miss Balsam wasn't done with me yet. For a moment or two she just held me still then I felt the prickly feeling of the bristle side of the hairbrush stroking my already sensitive bottom. "Yes Michael, it's my brush and in a moment you're going to make its acquaintance." It was a another moment or two before I realized what we were waiting for and I moaned as I did. What had started as a squishy then tickling sensation deep in my rectum and in the ring of my anus was now becoming uncomfortably warm. The Vics which would have normally warmed my chest to treat a cold was having a much more pronounced effect as a lubricant. At the first sign of my involuntary squirming, Miss Balsam stopped stroking me with the bristle side of the brush and turned it over to finish warming me on the outside. The hairbrush spanking was fast and furious and almost instantly had me in tears. I was quivering when a couple of minutes later it stopped. Miss Balsam held me, stroking my back and buttocks with her hand until my crying settled down to sniffles. "Your spanking is over Michael but when you're punished by me, some embarrassment will go with the lesson to make sure you remember it." At that I felt my hot buttocks spread again and a new touch at the hot circle of my anus. I realized right away what it was as it pushed past my sphincter muscle. The rounded handle of the hairbrush slid deep into me until I could feel the bristles against my bottom. "Back in the corner young man, and get those hands back onto your head." With the brush stuck ridiculously from my behind and my cock still stuck straight out in front, I shuffled forward to the designated corner to wait another ten minutes with my bottom on fire outside and smoldering inside. I had pretty much calmed down when I was told to turn around and approach Miss Balsam again at her easy chair. This time she was holding a ruler in her hand and for a moment I thought I was to be spanked again. Miss Balsam reached out with the ruler and tap lightly at my stiff cock. It bobbed crazily at the sensation. My hands were still locked on top of my head and I stared stupidly as the edge ruler now moved to scrape along the bottom of my cock from top to bottom. "Hmm, still aroused are you?" she chuckled. Very well, you may relieve yourself." My eyes were wide. Surely I couldn't have understood her properly. "Go on, pull on it," I was told firmly. I still couldn't believe it. Miss Balsam's eyes raised to mine. "Now," She said. In a daze I lowered my hand to my cock and gave it a tentative squeeze. It didn't take long. I was so worked up that a few short strokes later my body clenched up to start an orgasm. The hairbrush handle still buried deep in me held firm against my spasming anus as I cried out and watched my cock spurt over and over onto the hardwood floor. Miss Balsam smiled at me. "You can clean that up in a moment. All right, back over my lap." Again, I put myself over her warm thighs wondering if I'd again be in for more punishment. Almost immediately I felt Miss Balsam's touch on the end of the brush still lodged deep in my bottom. It was twisted then teased in and out for a few moments before being completely removed. I felt twinges from my just-spent cock at the sensation. My bottom was still burning hot inside and I was grateful for the next touch of Miss Balsam's fingers covered in cold cream as she once again deeply lubricated me. This time the cold cream had a soothing sensation. My cock rose harder at the sensation. It was over quicker than I'd thought and with my cock once again hard, Miss Balsam had me stand again. Without asking my hands went back to the top of my head causing a small smile from my tormentor. "Back in the corner for another few minutes Michael," she said. Dutifully I shuffled back into the corner, my engorged member at attention as I heard Miss Balsam leave the room. My bottom was down to a dull, deep warmth when she re-entered the room and had me dress and leave. It was my first spanking by Miss Balsam but by no means my last. From then on my mom would bring me over to Miss Balsam's on a regular basis. Sometimes she'd stay and watch me be punished and teased, sometimes I'd be left on my own. On a couple of occasions I'd find other women at Miss Balsam's. To my intense embarrassment they would be permitted to view my punishment in its entirety. The routine varied from time to time but it always included me stripping completely and always included my bottom ending up hot both inside and out. You think I'd get used to the feel of that brush sticking out of my bottom but I never did. It was always an erotic, scary experience. I did get used to going into Miss Balsam's and immediately stripping completely and going to the living room corner to stand with my hands on my head. It was what was expected of me. I still remember the first time Miss Balsam's hand touched my always-erect cock and assisted me to my completion. There are a few moments that stand out firmly in my mind of punishments that would come. The first is when I arrived to the living room to find a young woman about my age in one of the corners. I was stunned. She was completely naked and facing one of the corners. She was very attractive at least from behind. Her bottom was red from what was obviously a recent spanking and, just like me, she had the famous hairbrush sticking out from her perfectly rounded bottom. So that's what it looks like I though to myself. For a moment I froze, not knowing what to do. Then, I figured that obeying my instructions was probably the best course. I quietly stripped and put myself into the corner. Miss Balsam's entered a few moments later. "Come here Sara," she said. I listened as the young lady shuffled over. I heard Sara bending over Miss Balsam's lap and heard her gasp then moan as she was teased and manipulated much as I was. The cry of her orgasm must have been embarrassing for her. As I was called over to that same lap a few moments later, Sara was back in the corner. She stayed there through my entire punishment, making it one of the more embarrassing one of my life. I saw Sara several times over the next year in that same position. I would find out much more about her than I had ever counted on. The other moment that stands out firmly in my mind was a glimpse only but validated what I had expected for a long time. Miss Balsam had been over at our house while I was at school. When I came home, she was just leaving and smiled at me as I entered. I went right up to my room to change into something more comfortable and as I did so, I was stunned to catch sight of my mother in her bedroom. She was standing, naked in the corner of her room, nose in the corner and, like she had often seen me, with a hot and red bottom. Her own hairbrush was clearly visible sticking from between her buttocks. I stared, fascinated for a moment, but there was really nothing that I could do. I went to my room and changed. When I came out, her door was closed. We never spoke of the incident. About a year after I first met Sara, I finally met her in a social setting. Miss Balsam invited Mom and me over for supper. Sara was there and for the longest while I couldn't look her in the eye. She turned out to be Miss Balsam's niece. It turned out that my mom and Miss Balsam were working on being matchmakers. They figured Sara and I would be a good match. I didn't realize how right they were until Sara and my first date. We ended up back at her place and before I knew exactly what I was getting into, I found myself naked and standing in the corner of her room! She had learned well from her aunt and then some. We've been together ever since. Sara has her own style and expects me to perform for her once I've had my attitude adjusted. She's taken great delight in trying all kinds of methods of doing so. From time to time she even demonstrates for my mom and her aunt. I find those moments the most embarrassing. One thing that almost never changes and that it how I'm expected to wait for her ministrations once my warm up spanking is complete. It's how I'm waiting right now, in the corner with the long handle of her hairbrush buried deep in my bottom. She says I'm in for a special treat tonight. I can hardly wait. 78 Camping Trip It had sounded like a great idea, a long weekend of camping in Canada's Algonquin Park. While it was quite a drive and not Karen's first overnight camping trip, it was her first trip with the new friends she'd met since she and her family had moved here. It had taken a little time for the shy 17 year-old to settle in with the new crowd at her high school. Having Bobby ask her out had changed all that. Bobby was one of the more popular guys at school and as soon as Bobby had taken an interest, Karen had found herself hanging with the "in" crowd during and after school. Being popular was not unknown territory for Karen. She was stunningly attractive. A mix of Midwestern American and Mexican blood had resulted in a dark, sultry look. Karen's hair was brunette and her eyes a liquid hazel. Her skin was dark enough for her to look perpetually tanned. As an active athlete, Karen's body was firm and tanned. Her still-growing breasts were a firm and rounded B-cup. Her long legs showed the firm muscles of a distance runner. It was a look Bobby found irresistible. Going out with Bobby had turned out to be a surprisingly wonderful experience. While not completely sexually inexperienced (she was, after all on the pill), Karen was happy that Bobby seemed patient about going "all the way". Certainly he wasn't running into any resistance. There was something about Bobby's quiet, confident manner and touch that turned Karen on like a light switch. When Bobby had told Karen about the wilderness canoe trip, he had hinted that it would be a perfect opportunity to do "whatever they wanted". Karen's Mom and Dad had put up a surprisingly token resistance. Karen figured being only two months away from her 18th birthday was a big factor. Bobby's confidence had won them over too. The trip would be with a party of six - three girls and three guys. They would be starting and finishing from the Long Lake ranger station. According to Bobby, they would be out of sight and touch with civilization within minutes of starting their trip. It was an area the group knew very well from previous trips. The week before going had been a hectic race of getting ready. Karen and he two co-voyager girlfriends had gotten together throughout the week to make sure they had everything. Barb and Susan had taken Karen under their wing to make sure she would be able to find everything she needed. On Thursday night, the evening before leaving, attention had turned to bathing suits. Susan had come across Karen's rather worn Speedo while packing. "C'mon, we've got to get you a new suit!" exclaimed the pretty blond. "Unless, of course, you're planning on not turning Bobby on at every chance you get." Susan gave Karen a wicked look that told Karen that she knew exactly what might happen this weekend. "C'mon. I could use a new suit too." An hour later the two teens dashed into the local Mall's Bikini Village. Susan headed over to her familiar one-piece territory but Susan wouldn't hear of it. "You've got a great body girl! Time to show it off." Susan grabbed Karen by the arm and dragged her through the more revealing suits starting with the skimpiest of bikinis. With several choices under her arm, Susan pulled her friend right into the changing room and started peeling off clothes. "Don't dawdle," she said. Karen reluctantly started following suit. To her surprise Susan stripped completely naked! "Hey," whispered Karen. "We're supposed to leave our underwear on." "So what?" replied Susan giggling. "Besides, I almost never wear any." As Susan straightened up, Karen got another shock. Susan's public hair was- -gone! She was completely bare down there just as though she was 10 years old. Karen averted her eyes and started stripping herself. When she got down to her bra and panties she hesitated. Susan, now half-dressed in the bottom of an outrageous thong bikini caught her eye and gave her a look as if to say 'You're not chicken are you?' Closing her eyes, Karen pulled her panties down and reached back for the claps of her bra. Karen always removed her bra last. It wasn't that she had small breasts, they were just fine. But she had inherited one thing from her mother that embarrassed her. Her nipples were huge. They were the biggest of any she had ever seen. Dark brown, like her mother's, they were at least 3/4 of an inch long and almost an inch thick. Even when soft they protruded and were almost never soft. It was to keep them covered that Karen virtually always wore a bra. Susan's eyes widened a bit as they came into view. "You sure are pretty," she said. Then, pointing at Karen's nipples she said, "I'll bet Bobby loves those." Karen blushed and raised her hands in a vain attempt to cover the erect buttons. Susan's eye lowered somewhat to Karen's neatly trimmed bush. "I can give you a hint though," she said. "If you want to really capture Bobby's attention, I'd think about shaving it bare. That's how Bobby likes it, I promise. If you disappear that muff, you'll go a long way to turning him into a red-hot pistol." "I-I-I'll think about it" was the best Karen could come up with but the thought stuck in her mind. The girls went through several swimsuits before making their selections. Susan went with a string bikini that was tight enough to split and outline her shaved pussy mound. Karen was sure it would also become almost transparent when wet. Karen ended up with a more conservative no-strap black suit that her firm breasts would have to hold up. While still a one-piece, it was the most daring bathing suit Karen had ever worn. There were large cut-outs on the sides and a transparent mesh panel both front and back that left her back virtually bare to the top of the crack in her bottom. The suit was also so high-cut that Karen would have to raise her bikini line with a razor that night. Once safely back home and with Susan home finishing her own packing, Karen leisurely finished storing what else she needed in her backpack and settled into a hot bath, her last for the next 3 days. She was soaked, shampooed and relaxed before Karen finally turned her attention to her bikini line. Idly playing with her curly brown muff, Karen found herself getting turned on. She thought of Bobby and how he had unresistingly held her wrists over her head last weekend with one hand while the other hand had gently opened her blouse and unclasped her front-closing bra (she had worn it with just this opportunity in mind). Karen closed her eyes and stretched her hands up above her in the bathtub. Gliding one hand down she grasped one of her thick nipples in one hand and rolled it, just as Bobby had done. Like her boyfriend, Karen pinched the nipple suddenly and gasped as the memory of the sensation and the sensation itself seemed to blur together. Karen opened her eyes and, with a visible effort, removed her fingers. She didn't dare slide them lower. She knew already her fingers would find a slippery, welcoming slit. "Whew! Better save that for the weekend," Karen murmured to herself. Taking her razor, she back to carefully trim back her curly brown patch of hair on both sides to make sure nothing would poke out from the new swimsuit. Working slowly to make sure she wouldn't nick herself, Karen narrowed the covering to a two-inch wide strip. Karen tugged at the remains thoughtfully. 'Aw - what the hell,' she thought. With an impetuous swipe, Karen slid the razor right through the center of the hair that was left. She had already taken care of the hair on her lower lips but it still took several more minutes of concentration before Karen put the razor down. Her pubis was now as bare as the day she was born. Karen could clearly see her two puffy lips for the first time in almost eight years. She didn't realize that she would not cover her pussy with hair again for almost another 25 years. It was sexier, Karen decided as she got out of the bath and got ready for bed. Morning came all too quickly and Karen was anxious to get her trip underway. Still, there was a whole day of school ahead of her before the drive to the park that evening. Pulling on her panties, Karen felt the strangeness of her new "bare" look. With her short denim skirt on she looked in the mirror just like normal. Underneath though, she felt more than naked. She wondered if anyone would notice. Every step at school seemed to accentuate the exposing feeling but no one seemed to notice anything. "So, all packed?" Karen jumped. She hadn't seen Susan come up behind her. "Yeah, I'm all ready and, you know what else?" Susan shook her head. "I did it last night, just like you said." Susan looked confused for a moment until Karen pantomimed shaving her face. Understanding swept across Susan's face leaving her with a wicked grin. "Everything?" "Everything! Just like you," Karen whispered. Her pussy seemed to tingle as she confessed. It was as though it knew it was being talked about. "Bobby's going to flip!" said Susan. "Hope so!" said Karen over her shoulder as she headed off to class. 'I'll see you at 3:00." The day passed in a blur. Finally the time to leave had come. With her five friends packed into the jeep and their gear in the back, the troop headed north. Canoes would be rented at the park. It was a four-hour drive and the group checked into the park almost on time at 7:15pm. Arrangements for canoes and gear had been made weeks in advance. After collecting everything they needed for an early-morning start, the 6 teens set up tents nearby in the designated campground amongst the many over-night campers. It didn't take long to set-up the three tents and a short while later the group was sitting by a campfire sipping hot chocolate and making plans for the morning. It was close to midnight when the 3 couples split off to get some rest for the morning. Karen was nervous. It was the first time she had ever slept with a boy and she wasn't sure exactly how things were supposed to go. Bobby quickly stripped down to his skivvies and slipped into his sleeping bag. Propping himself up on one elbow, he watched as Karen slowly took off her running shoes and socks. Turning her back on her boyfriend, Karen reached down and pulled off her shorts. Reaching under her T-shirt, she unclipped her bra and pulled it through her sleeves. Then, in her panties and T-shirt, she too slipped into her sleeping bag to await what might come next. Bobby smiled. "Give me your hands," he said. Looking curiously, Karen held out her hands. Bobby turned and opened a zipper of his knapsack. Karen's eyes widened as he pulled out a coil of cotton rope. Without speaking, Bobby gently wound the rope around Karen's outstretched wrists then tied them together. Karen let Bobby pull her hands above her head to tie them to the base of the tent pole. Karen was covered both by her sleeping bag and her T-shirt yet she had never felt more exposed. Bobby leaned over now to give her a long warm and wet kiss. It seemed to go on forever. It made her so hot that Karen moaned. Bobby fingers reached to the zipper of Karen's sleeping bag. A few short moments later Karen was covered only by her T-shirt. Bobby pulled up, sitting beside the helpless girl. Karen was squirming with the heat she was feeling all through her body. Bobby reached down and grabbed the hem of Karen's T-shirt. Pulling slowly, he gradually lifted it higher and higher. Karen, of course could do nothing; not that she wanted to. She closed her eyes and felt the edge of her shirt now touch the bottom of her breasts. Bobby dragged the edge over her nipples as he exposed her chest completely to his gaze. Karen knew her nipples must be hard. They were aching. Karen kept her eyes closed. She holding her breath, waiting. First she felt the whisper of his warm breath. It was just over her left nipple. 'Oh God,' she thought just as Bobby's mouth descended to suck her nipple deep into his hot mouth. Karen thought she'd pass out at the sensation as a small cry tore past her lips. Bobby's mouth pulled up. Karen's nipple made a popping sound as he pulled too far for it to stretch. Karen sucked in air in a gasp. Now Bobby took a nipple in each hand. Karen could feel him rolling them. In one firm motion, he squeezed and pulled. Karen gasped again as her backed arched up trying to follow her nipples. Bobby held them, fully extended for a long moment as Karen opened her eyes then he let her down. "Oh please Bobby," said Karen in a throaty whisper. "Please? Please what?" he asked smiling. His fingers never left her nipples. They were teasing, stroking, rolling constantly. "Please... do anything." Bobby smiled at her. "Anything?" "Oh God, Yes!" said Karen. Bobby lay back down, propped again on one elbow. "Pretty hot huh?" he asked. Bobby's left hand traced little lines up and across Karen's breasts. "Uh huh," moaned Karen. "And do you like this?" he asked, tracing little patterns around Karen's bound wrists. Karen nodded. She hadn't thought it would make any difference but it did. Being helpless and in Bobby's control had turned her young body on like never before. "I love it," she said honestly. "Good," he smiled. 'Now.' Karen thought. Now it would happen. After all, she was completely helpless. Now surely he'd pull down her panties and make love to her. No one could be more surprised than she when Bobby gently pulled her T- shirt back down and even more surprised when he pulled her sleeping bag back up to cover her completely. "Don't you want to, you know, do it?" asked Karen. "Oh yes, you have no idea how much, but not now. I'm waiting until tomorrow night. Can I tie you up tomorrow again? I promise it'll be hottest night you've ever had! Tomorrow I'll do 'anything' to you, just like you asked." "Sure," said Karen. "It makes me hot. Are you going to untie me now?" "Only when I'm ready," said Bobby softly. "Ok," said Karen. Karen closed her eyes and, for the first time, fell asleep with her wrists bound. It would not be the last. The early morning sun was streaming into the tent when Karen awoke. Her wrists were no longer tied. 'Did I dream it?' wondered Karen. Checking her wrists she found she had not. The marks of the ropes still showed where they had held her overnight. "Hey sleepy head, it's time to rise and shine." It was Susan. Pull on your bathing suit and some shorts. It's time for breakfast." Karen got dressed quickly in her new swimsuit and her cut-offs and poked her head outside. The weather was perfect. Everyone else was up already and the smell of bacon and eggs was already coming from the Coleman stove. Everyone was anxious to get onto the water so breakfast and striking camp was a quick affair. After a last trip to the restrooms to enjoy a final acquaintance with running water, the group was ready. Virtually everyone was an experienced canoeist and the group made good time up Long Lake. As promised all signs of civilization disappeared within ten minutes of leaving the ranger station. Given the vastness of this Canadian park, it was unsurprising that the group would not meet another traveler until they returned. The scenery was spectacular and Karen, like the others, thoroughly enjoyed herself. To her surprise, Barbara quickly doffed her bikini top followed closely by Susan. Karen was envious at how easy it seemed to them. She just couldn't seem to do it. Baring herself for Bobby was one thing. That was hard enough. But out here? In front of everybody? Karen didn't think she'd ever been able to do that. Lunch was beside a beautiful waterfall that was part of an extended series of rock pools. Everyone ended up swimming and cooling off from the increasing heat. The canoes were portaged around the falls and the afternoon found them on an even more secluded lake. The group pulled up to an island in mid-afternoon. The island was a good size and each of the three couples headed to a different site to set up camp. Karen was delighted. Now she had Bobby all to herself. Maybe even she could go topless, she thought. With the tents pitched and everything stowed away, the group reconvened for a late afternoon dinner in a clearing near the center of the island. "We're off for some private time," said Bobby after everything was cleared away. "Remember, don't call us, we'll call you." Everyone chuckled. "Have a great evening you two lovebirds," called Susan as they got up to leave. Karen blushed as Bobby led her by the hand back to their part of the island. As they got back to their clearing, bobby asked Karen if she had to go to the bathroom. Karen shook her head. "Remember what I asked you last night?" he asked. "About being tied up again?" Karen blushed again as she remembered the evening before. Just the memory made her feel hot and squishy. "Uh huh. Are you ready now?" asked Bobby. "Right now?" "Right now." Bobby wrapped his hands around Karen from behind in a big bear hug and blew softly on her long exposed neck. "Ok", she whispered. Bobby turned and pulled a large bundle of rope from his pack. Taking one of Karen's hands in his, Bobby gently wrapped the end of the rope around her wrist. Bobby started a second length of rope around Karen's other hand. Now with both hands individually bound Karen looked questioningly at her boyfriend. Bobby smiled. Taking first the end of the rope attached to her left hand, Bobby pulled the rope up and through a fork in a tree that was about eight feet in the air. Bobby tied the rope loosely. Now taking the rope on her right wrist, Bobby threw the end through a fork in the tree to her right. Karen couldn't help but wonder at the perfect placement of these trees. Bobby must have known exactly what he had planned. The trees were perhaps six feet apart and had matching forks at just the right height. With the ropes now firmly tied, Karen's arms were pulled up and wide apart. The position was not uncomfortable but Karen was definitely helpless. She pulled at the ropes, testing them to no avail. They were strong and unyielding. Karen felt a shiver run through her. It was a definite turn on. Karen looked around. Bobby was back at his knapsack. With her arms stretched up, the top of her bathing suit slipped a bit. As she had all day, Karen reached down to tug it up. It was, by now, just a reflex. The ropes, of course, held firm. Karen realized in a heartbeat just how helpless she was. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'I probably won't have my bathing suit up much longer.' Bobby was back in front of her. "Comfortable?" Karen nodded. Bobby reached up with a sleeping mask, the kind people sometimes use on planes when they're trying to shut out the light. "I'm going to cover your eyes," he said. Karen's eyes went wide but she didn't say anything as Bobby carefully adjusted the blindfold over her eyes. Karen could feel the late afternoon sun but she could no longer see it. Now she felt Bobby's hand, sliding up her long legs, cupping and squeezing her bottom, sliding along her outstretched arms to her sides. Karen could feel her heat rise from the simmer it had been on all day to a low boil in an instant. Her moan was involuntary. "Now, now, we can't have you making too much noise." Bobby chuckled. Karen heard him rustling around then sensed him right in front of her again. His lips were warm and soft as he kissed her sensuously on the mouth. Karen let her body lean into his as she opened her mouth to kiss him fully. Their tongues danced against each other for a moment before Bobby pulled back. Karen leaned her head forward, unable to see but seeking his mouth again. Bobby's fingers caressed her cheek. Karen felt his thumb on her lower lip and let him pull it down, opening her mouth again. Softly, silkily, he slid his thumb deeper into her mouth. "Suck," he whispered. Karen did. It was one of the hottest sensations she had ever had. She licked and sucked and moaned just as if she was giving her boyfriend a blow job. Bobby finally pulled his thumb from her mouth. "Good Girl," he said caressing her cheek again. "Now open wide." Karen opened her mouth as wide as she could. Bobby reached up and Karen felt something rubbery being pushed inside her mouth. The rubber ball filled her mouth completely. Karen went to bite down on it and found she now could not completely close her jaw. She went to speak, to ask Bobby what he was doing but the only sound that came out was a muffled "Mmmph!" A soft leather strap around the back of her head held the ball in place. "Shhhh," said Bobby. "It'll just keep you from making too much noise. Now Bobby's tongue explored further. He licked her neck then one earlobe. Karen twisted but Bobby's found first one ear then the other. Karen squealed into the rubber ball as his tongue made contact there. The sensation was like throwing an electric current into her pussy. She was instantly soaked. Bobby's fingers again traced her outstretched arms from her bound wrists, down her underarm to her sides. Karen's squirming had helped her swimsuit to slip to the tops of her nipples and now, finally, Bobby helped it some more. Bobby dragged the elasticized top downward across Karen's over- erect dark brown nipples, then further, leaving her exposed all the way to her belly button. Bobby's hands traced down to her nipples now, tweaking them simultaneously. Karen was so hot she was sure she'd have an orgasm right now and that just from his teasing her nipples! The hands roamed lower. Karen could feel Bobby untying her Reeboks. Gently he lifted first one foot then the other, leaving her barefoot on the soft earth. Strangely, the sensation of being barefoot made Karen feel even more naked than being bare-breasted. The invisible hands were at her waist now, undoing her cut-offs. A moment later, they were in a puddle at Karen's feet. 'This is it,' thought Karen. 'Now he's going to see everything.' Bobby's fingers grasped the top of Karen's swimsuit and began tugging it down, an inch at a time. The anticipation was too much for young girl. As the suit uncovered her last secret, a new bare pubis, Karen could feel Bobby's breath blowing on it. Karen pushed her hips forward, desperate to feel his touch on a very hot, soaking wet pussy. Her bathing suit joined her shorts in a puddle around her feet and again Bobby lifted first one foot then the next to remove them. Karen was now completely bare and completely helpless. She sensed Bobby standing in front of her. "I love it that you did this for me," he whispered as one hand slide down to cup Karen's silky smooth mound. "You're wet." Bobby's middle finger was now splitting Karen's engorged lower lips. It was slick with her juices. "Does this make you hot?" "MM Hmmm," she moaned. "Are you ready to keep your promise and do anything for me?" he asked. Karen nodded again. Bobby's fingers were now toying with her rock-hard nipples again. "Every part of you will be teased, stimulated. Do you understand?" Karen nodded. She sure hoped so. "It's going to be the hottest night of your life," he whispered. Karen could feel and hear him moving again. Back to the tent? To his knapsack? What else was in that damn knapsack? It was a couple of minutes later before she felt his touch again. This time it was at her ankle. More rope wound itself around her ankle and was then tied to the side. The other ankle was next. Karen could easily imagine her new position. With her arms and legs both spread wide she was like an offering to the Gods. She imagined for a moment someone canoeing by and seeing her and realized in surprise that the thought turned her on! Bobby's touch returned. This time Karen could smell the unmistakable scent of baby oil just before Bobby starting rubbing it onto her. He started at her arms and worked downward. He paid special attention to her thick sensitive nipples before moving lower. Karen's pussy scarcely needed lubrication but even her puffy lower lips were covered in the slippery oil. When he had finished her front, Bobby moved behind her. Her covered her shoulders and back generously then moved to her bottom. Karen felt Bobby's oil covered hand reach right between her legs from behind until it was resting on her belly. With his middle finger pushing harder than the others he pulled downward across Karen's sensitive clit, through her soaked pussy lips and up between her buttocks, he middle finger running right across her anus as he did so. Karen squeaked softly at the sensations and again as he did it a second time. The third time, Bobby paused with the tip of his very slippery finger right over the crinkled opening of Karen's anus. Karen felt Bobby's face near her ear. "Do you like being played with here?" Bobby wiggled the tip of his finger against her anus. Karen gasped through her nose. 'How did he know?!' Karen had been playing with her bottom since she first played 'Doctor' at the age of eight. It was one of the things she loved most about playing with herself. Karen was one of the only people she knew who liked having her temperature taken rectally as a child and had discovered many other objects to push in there also. Small carrots, candlesticks, or her favorite, a hairbrush handle, had all seen time in her rectum while she brought herself to orgasm. Now, how could Bobby had possibly known that? Karen could feel the heat of a blush start in the roots of her hair and flush downward past her face to the top of her chest. "Well?" Bobby whispered. Karen nodded her head then let it hang down, embarrassed. "Good. It's going to be played with tonight." Bobby finished covering the young teen in oil then stepped back. It was obvious Karen was turned on. She couldn't stand still. Constantly squirming in her bonds, she was stretching, looking to be touched. 'Well,' thought Bobby. 'She's going to have no shortage of that tonight!' Bobby leaned forward to put his lips near Karen's ear again. "Are you ready now?" Karen nodded. If she got anymore ready, she'd explode right here. "Good," said Bobby. "Then I want you to be very quiet and listen and feel what's happening around you." Bobby stepped back several feet then knelt down. Karen frowned under her blindfold. 'What did he mean?' She was ready now! The sounds of the trees and the gentle breeze took up all of her hearing. Where was Bobby? Each moment that passed raised her anticipation further. What would he do to her body? Where would he touch her next? Karen held her breath, listening. The crack of a twig made her swivel her head. Was he to her left? She listened again. A slight rustle made her turn her head again. Was he in front of her? Karen felt his warm breath an instant before his hot wet tongue touched the tip of her left nipple. "MMMmmm" she moaned. It felt so good. The tongue swirled around the long brown nubbin then it sucked the nipple in, delicately, warmly the nipple was alternately sucked in hard then soft in a soft rhythm leaving Karen feeling like her nipple was fucking his mouth. Suddenly a second tongue touched Karen's right nipple. "MMpph!" she exclaimed but, of course, no words came out. 'Who was that!?' thought Karen but then the second mouth sucked her nipple right in and started pumping it. Karen's head was a jumble of sensations and thoughts. She couldn't keep them all straight. The first mouth left her left nipple and was replaced by a soft hand. Now Karen felt a warm breath on the soaking wet lips of her pussy. The hot tongue that had just left her nipple slid in a long slow lick up Karen's smooth pussy. It effortlessly parted the puffy lips to swipe deeply into Karen's molten juices. At the top of its voyage the tip found Karen's engorged and under-attended to clitoris. It had been so erect that it was almost fully uncovered by its habitual protective hood. The tongue took another long languorous swipe and when it found Karen's clit again Karen felt the hot mouth suck it right in. Her squeal was involuntary. She was a millimeter from coming right there. Karen felt the second mouth leave her nipple and rise up to come close to her ear. "Like that?" It was Susan! "Barb loves sucking a girl's clit. She does such a good job at it too." Karen's eyes opened wide under the blindfold. Susan and Barb! The mouth holding her clit hostage was suddenly in motion. Barb's tongue thrashed back and forth across Karen's erect clit. Susan's fingers grasped each of Karen's nipples and started rolling them. But it was Susan's tongue dipping into Karen's ear that set her off. Karen squealed into her gag and pulled at the ropes with all her might as her body tried to turn itself inside out. Just as she started to calm down, Barb's still- licking tongue started first one aftershock, then another. It was the most powerful and explosive orgasm Karen had ever had, and at the hands of two girls too! As Karen's consciousness swam back to the land of the living, she realized that Barb was still between her legs but now gently lapping Karen's still puffy outer lips. Susan was standing right beside Karen straddling one of her bound legs. Karen realized with a shock that Susan was naked too! She could feel Susan's warm full breasts pressed to her side and the feeling of Susan's smooth pussy was pushed against Karen's upper thigh. "Hey, that's just the warm up," whispered Susan. "Now, if you promise not to talk, not to say anything, I can take off that gag." Karen nodded. Susan's hands left Karen's still-hard nipples and reached behind her head to release the strap. As she pulled the ball from Karen's open mouth, Susan leaned forward to cover it with her own. Karen pulled back for a moment then gave in. Susan's tongue found hers and in a moment, Karen was pushing back in the hottest kiss she'd ever had. The sensations between her legs added an intensity Karen could have never imagined. It seemed to go on forever but finally Susan pulled back. "Ready for more?" It was Bobby, murmuring into Karen's ear again. She hadn't forgotten him. "Oh God yes!" said Karen. Susan pulled away from Karen's right leg. Karen could feel that her leg was wet. 'Was that the oil or was Susan soaking wet too?' wondered Karen. Barb got up now and a moment later Karen felt both her friends back at her breasts. One set of delicate fingers rolled Karen's right nipple, pulling and squeezing until, Karen thought, if it got any hotter it would burst. Now more fingers pulled something over the nipple. 'An elastic?' Karen thought. Whatever it was, it circled the base of the overlong, over-thick dark nipple and squeezed it firmly. A moment later Karen felt it being pulled forward. The doubled elastic had been tied in advance to a long string. Bobby held the string firmly in one hand. Karen felt the nipple being tugged up and outward as Bobby tied the end of the string to a branch several feet ahead of the bound teen. The left nipple was soon in a similar predicament, leaving Karen's B-sized breasts pulled into soft cones by their tips. Karen felt even more helpless than before as she sensed everyone moving again. Someone was back kneeling between her legs, Barb, Karen guessed by the questing tongue that lapped again at her wetness. The constant stimulation of Karen's nipples was having a devastating effect. Karen could feel herself starting to bubble again. She could feel Barb's hands reach around her legs from the front and hold onto her rounded bottom. Suddenly, softly yet firmly, Barb pulled Karen's buttocks wide open and held her that way, completely exposed from behind. Karen could feel the breeze waft across her crinkled oiled anus. The tip of a warm finger touched it, circling the crinkled opening. Karen held her breath. The finger was obviously very slippery and a moment after it slid inside, at first just the tip. It was Susan's finger. Karen was sure of it. Now in a slow twisting push, the long delicate finger penetrated as far as it could, spreading the slippery lubricant that covered it over the walls of Karen's rectum and her tight anal opening. The finger withdrew only to enter again. This time more firmly, driving deep into Karen's body. Karen went to push back on the finger but the elastic restraints on her sensitive nipples pulled forward, adding to the sensations. She couldn't help but gasp. Now the touch at Karen's bottom was different. 'What was that!', she wondered. The first firm push answered her question as a mid-sized bead pushed past he sphincter and into her body. Barb had found her clit again and Karen didn't know whether to push forward or backward to the riot of sensations attacking her body. Susan's finger drove the bead deep and then started pushing the next bead on the string past Susan's anal muscles. Karen could feel herself teetering closer and closer to an orgasm. Even if she wanted to speak she couldn't have now. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, her moans now more like sobs as the sixth bead was pushed deep up inside her body. Suddenly it all stopped! Barb pulled away. Susan's hands pulled back. Karen could sense Barb and Susan moving back to either side where they had started and now someone else was right in front of her. Bobby's fingers pulled the blindfold up and off, leaving Karen looking at him and the orange and yellow and red and purple sunset behind him. "Hey. Remember me?" he smiled. Over Bobby's shoulder Ken and Paul were both standing, looking. Ken was holding a video camera, Paul had a regular camera but Karen was past caring. Bobby leaned forward and Karen could feel his hardness against her belly. He was completely naked. Both girls leaned down to pull the elastics from Karen's nipples and each sucked one right into their mouths as Bobby flexed his knees and brought the swollen head of his cock to her soaking and spread open lips. "Oh please do it!" Karen moaned. Bobby obliged, thrusting upwards to fill her pussy to its depths with his organ. Karen knew it would not take long as Bobby began pumping into her. The sensations at her nipples, her pussy and, indeed all over her body were too much to hold together. Karen cried out as she began to climax in a major way for the 2nd time that day. As she did so, Susan delivered her last surprise of the day by pulling down on the string that disappeared into Karen's bottom. The sensation of the first bead pulling past her spasming anus sent Karen completely over the edge. Every muscle in her body seemed to spasm at once. Bobby felt her clamp down hard on his cock and it was enough to send him over the edge too. Crying out himself, he thrust hard into Karen as he began to spurt deep insider her body. Susan had gotten to the second bead and then quickly the third. Each rounded invader was pulled past over-stimulated nerve endings and muscles desperate to clamp down on anything. When the last bead feel free and Susan and Barb stood, Karen was hanging limply in her bonds, partly held up by Bobby who didn't look too steady on his feet himself. Everyone jumped to the ropes and in a moment Karen was in Bobby's arms as he carried her to their tent. It took only a few more moments to lay her in the sleeping bags which Bobby had zipped together to make one large bag. The two naked teens were soon curled up against each other, basking in the after-glow of what had been the most spectacular climax either of them had ever experienced. "My God Bobby," murmured Karen into his shoulder. That was incredible. I've never felt anything like it and I doubt I ever will again." "Oh I don't know," chuckled Bobby. "Tomorrow night we thought we'd tie Susan up." Karen could hardly wait. ?? Lira's Story aka Police Lineup I was sitting in my living room reading a magazine, when I was startled by the ringing of the phone. I reached over and picked it up. "Hello" I said. I heard the voice of my master on the other end saying, " Hi Lira. On your way over here tonight I want you to run by the grocery store at 5th and Division and pick up some beer for you and me tonight. Be sure you drive Harris, to Juniper, to division and then from there, down Fifth to Grant till you get to Harrison and then down Harrison till you get here. Now it is very important you drive that exact route. I want you to leave your house at exactly 7pm and I want you to be here by 7:45 pm. You understand your instructions?" "Yes, sir, I understand your instructions." I said. At 6pm I took a shower and got dressed in the usual manner . I was backing out of the driveway at precisely 7 pm. I drove the route instructed to the grocery store, went in and got the beer and started the drive to my Master's house. I turned onto Harrison and started to drive down the dark streets. Suddenly, I noticed the blinking lights of what appeared to be a plain-clothes police car. I pulled over to the side of the road, wondering what I had done wrong. I glanced at my watch and noticed it was 7:30 and I knew I still had a 10-minute drive to my Master's home. I watched the person get out of the car and approach mine. "Would you please get out of your car, ma'am." He said. "What did I do officer?" I asked. "Just get out of the car ma'am." he said. I opened the door and got out, very conscious of my lack of underwear. A flashlight was shined in my eyes, blinding me. "Yes she matches the picture." The man said. "Ma'am, please turn around and put the palms of your hands on the roof of the car." the other man said. "Why?" I asked. The man in front of me grabbed my shoulder, turned me around and said "Hands on the roof NOW!!!" I put my hands on the car roof. I was trembling and wondering what this was all about. "Better frisk her to see if she is armed," the other man said. I then felt hands slowly and carefully running down my body. They squeezed my breasts making me gasp. Ran down my stomach and then over my hips. Then down my legs. They didn't miss a spot. Then I felt them coming back up on my inner legs. I started to protest and was told to shut up and standstill. My inner thighs were checked. "There are no weapons here." "What did I supposedly do?" I asked. "Ma'am we got a report from the grocery store at 5th and division, you shoplifted a 12 pack of beer." the other man said. "I paid for that." I protested. "Not according to the clerk." the man behind me said. "You have a receipt to prove that? I said "Yes in the bag is the receipt." The other man opened the door on the other side and reached in the bag. He searched around, "Nope no receipt here." "Are you sure?" I asked. I started to pull away from the car to look myself, but was forced back against the car. I then felt one wrist grabbed and put behind my back and then the other. I heard the clicking of the handcuffs as they were placed around each wrist. "There has to be a mistake. I paid for that beer." I said, my voice trembling. "Well ma'am we have to take you down to the station until we can straighten this all out." the man behind me said. The guy on the other side of the car locked the door after he removed the bag with the beer. I was led back to the other car and put in the back seat. One of the guys slid in next to me. The other one got in the car behind the wheel and we drove off. "Let's take her to the other office rather than to the main station." the guy next to me said. "Okay" said the other guy. About 20 minutes later we pulled up to a large building. the car stopped and both men got out. I was helped out and we walked through the front door of what appeared to be an empty building. I was led to the elevator and the one man pushed 15. We rode up in the elevator in silence. The elevator stopped at the 15th floor and the doors opened. I was led down the hallway to an office. We entered the office and there was a large desk with a man seated behind it. "We have a shoplifter here and she has to be questioned and possibly booked." one man said. "You will find an empty room down the hallway to your right. Use that one," said the man behind the desk. I was led down the hallway and into the room. The room had 3 chairs, a table, and a large mirror on the wall. There was also an intercom on the wall. One of the men walked to the intercom and pushed the switch and said "When the clerk gets here, let us know and we will get her in a line up for possible identification." "Okay" the reply came. The handcuffs were released and I was told to sit in a chair. I was asked time and time again why I stole the beer and I kept saying I hadn't done it. I got upset at one time and stood up. I was immediately shoved back into the chair and once again the handcuffs were applied. As each moment went by I got more and more upset. The door opened and in walked my master. I gasped and blurted out that I was accused of stealing the beer I had bought you. You smiled gently and said "Yes I know and this is all been arranged to give you a very special evening. You will be going through the complete procedure and I am going to take over for now. This will be no ordinary booking. Thank you gentlemen for your help." I smiled. You indicated first that I was going to have to go through a strip search. You told me to take off all my clothes, which I did immediately. You then told me to put my hands behind my head and link my fingers. You then very carefully began to run your hands down my body. Your warm hands caressing my body. I shivered and squirmed a little. You then rolled my nipple between your finger and thumb until it was very hard. You reached in your pocket and took out a pair of nipple clamps connected by a gold chain. You slowly screwed the clamp down until my nipple was firmly gripped. You then did the same thing with my other nipple. Then your hand moved down and stroked my stomach and my hips and then down my outer thighs. Finally you came back up my inner thighs and rubbed my pussy. I felt you roll my clit and I moaned. You then inserted one and then two fingers into my already wet cunt. You stroked my cunt and my clit until I was really squirming. You stopped and removed your fingers and placed them at my mouth. I licked them clean. You placed your hands on my shoulders and forced me to kneel. I reached up and undid your pants and removed your cock and began to lick and suck it. After a little while you came in my mouth and I swallowed it. You then pulled me to my feet and turned me around. You took one hand and then the other and tied them behind me. You then led me down a hallway to a large room with bright lights. You guided me to a wall and told me to stand there. I could hear you talking to someone but I couldn't see who it was. I then was instructed to turn to my right and then my left and then with my back to wall and then with my front to the wall. I could hear sounds from the back of the room. I then heard someone say that is her. You came out of the shadows and told me that I had been identified positively as the person who took the beer from the grocery store. Again I protested that I had bought the beer. You just took me by my elbow and guided me out of the room and down the hallway. My bare feet shuffled along the hallway as I was pushed quickly. We went into the outer office and past the guy sitting at the desk. He looked up and I felt his eyes scan my naked body. I saw a smile begin. I was led down another hallway and you stopped in front of a closed door. You opened the door and pushed me into the dark room. You flipped on the light and once my eyes adjusted to the light I saw this was no ordinary room. On the walls was an assortment of paddles, whips, and other spanking implements. I also noticed a cupboard. Also on the wall were pictures of other people who had used this room....in various positions and locations. There was also a large mirror that covered one whole wall. I noticed a beam on the ceiling that had various eyehooks and pulleys and clips hanging from it. On the floor I noticed clamps, eyehooks, and other things to tie ropes to. I was pushed to a large vertical beam that had a ring near the top. On the floor was a couple of shackles. You turned me around and pressed my back to the beam. I could feel the wood against my back. You released my hands momentarily, but quickly re-secured them in front of me. You then walked to the cupboard and got a carabiner which you snapped into the small loop you had left in the rope that bound my hands. "Put your hands over your head and snap the carabiner into the ring at the top of the beam." you instructed in your firm voice. I was able to do that after a few attempts. You walked over to the wall and took a whip-like item from the wall. "Now you know that stealing anything is a crime and has to be punished," you said matter-of-factly. "But I didn't steal the beer." I said. "If I said you stole the beer, you stole the beer. UNDERSTAND?" you said raising your voice slightly. "Yes sir." I said. You took the whip-like thing and placed it at my lips. I kissed it. You then slowly ran the strands across my body making sure my whole body felt the sensation of the soft leather. I felt it drag across my breasts, felt it cross my nipples and tug slightly at the clamps on my nipples. I moaned softly. You dragged it across my stomach and up and down my legs. Finally you pulled it through my legs and cross my hot pussy. I was squirming and you smiled. Quickly and without warning you pulled it back and I felt the leather strands wrap around my stomach. You continued striking me with the whip and I tried to move away from the continuous strikes. But you were very skilled and each bow found me again and again. You stopped for a second and your hand reached down and I felt your fingers slide into my cunt. "Nice and wet." You said. Then you backed away, your eyes roving my body. You then stepped forward and turned me so I was facing the pole. You told me to spread my legs and I felt the shackled close around them. My legs were spread wide open and I was totally open and accessible. I tried to turn my head to see what you were doing. Then I felt the leather strands smack my ass and legs again and again. Occasionally I could feel the sting as the strands wrapped around my pussy. I was twisting and turning. With each blow I moaned louder and louder. You would stop the peppering of the strokes occasionally to check to see how wet my pussy was. Then after numerous strokes, you plunged 3 fingers in my cunt and stroked my clit until you felt I was close to an orgasm. Each time I got very close to cumming you stopped. I was pleading, begging to be allowed to cum. I was pulling at the bonds that held me securely in place. My head was rolling from side to side. I wanted.... no, needed to cum. You kept denying me. Suddenly I felt my hands released and I was forced to bend at the waist. I heard the zipper of your pants as you unzipped them. Then I felt your cock at the entrance to my cunt and suddenly you cock filled my hot wet cunt. Your hands wrapped around my hips and I felt your cock caressing my cunt. You begin to rhythmically move my hips and your hips so that my hips came back to you as your hips came toward me. Your cock was buried deeper and deeper with each stroke. I no longer could control my desire to cum and I pleaded to be allowed to cum. You said "Of course you may now cum, Lira" Suddenly the muscles of my stomach contracted and my cunt milked your cock as we came together. Our gasps and moans were one. You continued stroking your cock in and out until you went soft. You then lowered me to the floor and let me ride out the after effects of the mind boggling orgasm that you had allowed me to have. I felt your hands stroking me. I felt your lips as they kissed my back. I felt my legs being released from the shackles. As my breathing returned to normal you helped me to my feet and guided me to a couch in the corner of the room. You pulled me down beside you and slowly stroked me. I snuggled up close. "Did you enjoy your experience tonight my little slave?" you asked. "Yes I did," I replied. You got up off the couch, went to a closet, and brought me my clothes. "Get dressed and I will take you back to your car." you said. You then reached over and removed the nipple clamps causing me to gasp as the blood rushed back into the nipples. You stroked then gently and then let me get dressed. As we walked out past the front desk you asked if the guys had enjoyed the show. They all smiled and I suddenly realized that the whole scene had been observed by all the men. I blushed and hurried down the hallway to the elevator. You drove me to my car and kissed me gently. "Now my little slut, go home and get some sleep. I have lots more experiences planned for you in the coming weeks." You said softly. I said goodnight, climbed in my car and drove home. I undressed and laid down on the bed and drifted off to sleep reliving this evenings experience and wondering what you had in store for me in the coming days. ?? Patty's Rape You are grabbed by three girls. You struggle, but these girls overpower you and wrestle you to the floor. Two of the girls hold your arms and legs while the third girl starts to unbutton your blouse. You threaten to scream if they don't stop. The girl stops stripping you and starts to stuff a hot moist cloth into your mouth. After she has you gagged, she explains that they have come prepared for a screamer. She tells you that this morning all three girls stuffed their panties into their cunts and they have masturbated at least half a dozen times each. She tells you that you are now sucking on her cum soaked panties and that you will taste the others later. She grabs the front of your blouse and rips it open. The girls holding your arms pull off your blouse while the third girl opens your jeans and pulls them down to your ankles. She lifts your legs to take your jeans off and you start to kick. The girls grab your legs behind the knee and pull them open so the third girl can get your jeans off. While you are held spread out, the third girl takes a pair of scissors and cuts your bra straps and then snips between the cups to expose your round, firm tits. She takes your nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and pinches them. She twists them and pulls them until they are hard and erect. She then kisses and sucks on each nipple. Despite your resistance, her actions on your nipples are getting you very aroused, even hotter than your boyfriend did the other night. She stops sucking but keeps playing with your nipples. She explains that they are sorority pledges and to get into the sorority they have to rape a sexy bitch like you. She grabs the elastic waistband of your panties and pulls at them so she can snip the sides and pull your panties out from under your asscheeks. One of the girls says "Now that we have this bitch bare, let's find out how tasty she is". The third girl puts her hands down into your crotch and pulls your cuntlips open. She puts her head down to your cunt and she slowly licks from your tight ass pucker, up across your wet inner lips, up to your tender clit. You wiggle, you squirm, but she pushes her tongue against your clit and you get hotter. She moves her tongue down to your love hole and pushes it in. You surrender to this hot lesbian rape and push your cunt against her probing tongue. She pumps her tongue in and out making your juices flow. You squirm again, this time in passion. You want to cum and this girl's tongue is going to do it. She slides her tongue to your clit and licks at it very fast. The tension in your cunt builds with each flick at your passion button. She closes her mouth on your clit and sucks it into her mouth. This pushes you over the edge. Your muscles tighten, your cunt juices flow, and you cum like you have never cum before. She licks at your open cunt, lapping up your flowing love cream. When you recover from your orgasm, this cuntlicker changes places with one of the girls holding your arms. This new girl takes the panties out of your mouth and stuffs her own cum-soaked panties in to give you a second taste of cunt. She moves away for a few moments. When she returns, she kneels and kisses your creamy cunt. She moves toward your head gently kissing your mound, your tummy, and your tits. She pushes her big bare tits against yours. A hard shaft pushes against your open slit. She tells you that now she is going to rape you the way a boy would. She tells you that she has strapped on a ten inch cock-shaped dildo and she is going to stick it into your cunt and fuck you hard and fast. She pushes the head of that dildo against your hot open slit. You squirm, but your movement only rubs your inner lips against the head lubricating it. She pushes it into your cunt. She shoves all 10 inches into your hot, juicy hole. Your boyfriend has fucked you a few times but his cock has never filled you the way this intruding tool is filling you now. She pulls almost all the way out and then plunges back in. The entire length of your love tunnel tingles. She pumps at your cunt. Your juices begin to flow again. She pumps harder, faster, banging away at your open fuck hole. You are going to cum again. This girl, fucking you with a dildo, is going to make you cum better than your boyfriend has. You buck, you push your cunt at this impaling rod, you push your tits against hers, all the time sucking the cum out of her panties. Your start to cum and toss your head back and forth. All the girls laugh at your dildo-induced orgasm. Your cuntfucker pulls out and plunges in deep and hard. She pulls out and plunges in again to bring you to your climax. With every muscle tense, you finish cumming. Nothing moves except your cum flowing out past that rod and down your asscrack. Your cuntfucker pulls out and the girls let go of your arms. They don't have to hold you any more. You are limp from the two best creamings your cunt has ever had. The last girl takes the panties out of your mouth and stuffs in her own. Now you have tasted the cum from all three girls. They turn you face down on the tiled floor. They let you rest your head on your folded arms. Two girls massage your back and then your asscheeks. They pull your asscheeks open and the last girl rubs a glob of grease on your asspucker. You tense up, you have never let anyone put anything inside your tail. The girl tells you that now she is going to strap on the dildo and rape your tight ass. You squirm and shake your head NO. She tells you that you can barter your way out of an assfuck. She tells you that she is willing to trade her fucking your ass for you licking her cunt. You hesitate, but then figure that it has to taste at least as good as the panties you have been sucking on. You nod your head; YES. She moves in front of you and lays back spreading her cunt before you. She takes the panties out of your mouth and tells you to eat the real thing. You inch your way forward and just as you get within reach, she grabs your head and pushes it against her clean-shaven, and very juicy cunt. The fragrance of her cunt overcomes any resistance you have and you plunge your tongue between her smooth wet lips to search out her cream. The girls tell you how to eat a cunt. How to lick her lips, how to stick your tongue in and out to fuck her hole, how to rub your tongue against her clit, and finally how to suck at her clit to make her cum. You make her cum, you lap at her flowing cream like a hot lesbian bitch. After you have licked her cunt clean, she moves behind you and the cuntlicker moves in front offering her cunt for a licking. You plead with them, not to make you lick any more cunts. The last girl puts her greased finger against your tight asspucker and pushes in. She gets it in to the first knuckle and starts to twist her finger around, lubricating your asshole. She tells you to eat any cunt put in front of you or they will fuck your ass. They will ALL fuck your ass. With no more hesitation, you bury your tongue into this second clean- shaven cunt. As you lick this juicy cunt, the last girl keeps moving her finger in your ass. She keeps reminding you to lick that cunt good or you will get your tight ass thoroughly fucked. You lick, you suck, you tongue fuck the girl that gave you your first lesbian licking. You make her cum and again you lap up every drop of cream that oozes out of her cunthole. Now, the cuntfucker spreads her cunt in front of you and you dive into her equally clean-shaven cunt. There is no hesitation in your cunt licking now. You are so involved in making these cunts cum and eating their cream that you don't notice that the girl now has her entire finger in your ass. The cuntlicker puts her hand under you and starts to rub your clittie. The girl you are licking begins to cum and you lap at her flowing cream. When you have her licked clean you realized that your cunt and ass are getting fingered and that you are going to cum again. You plead with them to stop, but your orgasm peaks and you collapse on that freshly eaten cunt. One girl takes the remnants of your panties and stuffs them into your cunt to soak up your love juice. After you have recovered from your fingerfuck, they take the panties out of your cunt and stuff them into your mouth. The cuntlicker and cuntfucker take your arms and pull you to your knees. They hold you so that you are leaning forward supported by them. They squeeze and pinch your round, firm tits. The last girl gets behind you and pushes the head of that dildo against your loosened ass pucker. You shake your head NO, but she pushes the head in anyway. You try to resist but you have been sufficiently stretched and lubricated that the head slips past your sphincter muscle and into your virgin ass. They hold you like this for a few moments, a fake cockhead in your ass, two girls squeezing your tits, and your own cum-soaked panties in your mouth. The assfucker reaches around you and puts her hands down into your crotch. With one hand she finds and rubs your erect little clit. With the other, she slips a finger into your creamy cunt hole. Holding on to your cunt, she pushes that shaft up your ass. It fills you completely. You have never had any sensation like this before. It hurts, it pleases, you push back and your ass opens up to take that dildo all the way in. She starts to fuck your ass. There is a lot more friction in your tail than in your cunt and you can feel that cockhead move the entire length of your rear tunnel. Her fingers at your cunt rub and probe and your juices flow again. They squeeze your tits and pinch your nipples. Soon you are drenched in sweat and when your orgasm hits, it overwhelms you. You collapse against these female rapists completely satisfied with the sexual pleasures they have forced upon you. They lower you to the floor and move away for a moment. A girl returns. She kneels between your open legs. She spreads your reddened asscheeks, and pushes the dildo into your ass again. You offer no resistance. You take that cockshaped tool into you and fall off into a screaming sexual daze. The second girl fucks your ass until the movement makes her cum. The third girl straps on the dildo and takes her turn at fucking your ass. When you wake up, you find yourself stark naked, spread out on the floor of the restroom. Your hands are tied to the posts of the stalls, while your legs are held up and open, your ankles tied to different sinks. You can still taste the salty sweet cum on the panties in your mouth. Your cunt and ass are loose enough and lubricated enough to take anything, and they have left you two mementos: dildos in both your cunt and ass. Been sucking long? You nod your head: YES. She moves in front of you and lies back spreading her cunt before you. She takes the panties from your mouth. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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