Message-ID: <25509asstr$964609804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Steven Bockman X-Original-Message-ID: <8llt2q$th8$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Wed Jul 26 05:31:05 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Slut Match by S. Bockman [2 of 3] (teen, humil, pain, nc, f/f, m/f, mmm/f, oral) Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2000 07:10:04 -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: english, IceAltar WARNING: Explicit sexual material below; do not read if it's illegal for you to view adult content where you live. The following is a work of fiction; any similarities between actual persons and/or events is entirely coincidental. And finally, the author does not condone the acts portrayed in this story. As a work of fantasy, it may be interesting to read, but if he were to find it in a newspaper he would be sickened and appalled. ** Author's Note: Full permission is granted for this story to be distributed, as long as the text is unmodified, the above warning remains, and my e-mail address (S_Bockman@Hotmail.com) appears somewhere in the document. ** visit my site at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/The_Lazy_Cup/www/ for more stories! ** Slut Match (part 2 of 3) a short tale from the lazy cup by S. Bockman (teen, humil, pain, nc, f/f, m/f, mmm/f, oral) Joy was aware of what was transpiring around her, but her frazzled mind couldn't understand its significance. She struggled against her bonds mechanically, thinking if only she could free herself she'd be safe. "LISTEN!" Erica yelled in her face, grabbing Joy once again by her short black hair. Joy screamed in pain. "You're gonna wish you'd never fucked with us, slut. Now here's the deal. I'm about to undress you. Whether or not you have to walk home naked is up to you. Got it?" Joy shook her head, trembling in fear. "I don't-- what---," "She doesn't understand!" Erica laughed. She was joined by the crowd. Kneeling down now she began to stroke Joy's head almost sympathetically. "Shh, shh, calm down, dear. Let me explain. "Like I said I'm gonna strip you down. I think these guys here would like to see your naked body, even if your tits are so small." She grinned. "If you're a good little girl, maybe I'll let you dress before we send you back to your car. Then again, maybe we won't. "It's up to you." "No!" Joy cried. But then someone grabbed her from behind and hauled her to her feet. She flailed about helplessly as Erica reached for her shorts. Joy felt them being pulled down, and instantly her face flushed red in embarrassment. She could hear the lewd remarks being made by the onlookers, the obscenities being uttered from behind by Liz. When her shorts were finally off Erica held them before her, dangling them tauntingly before poor Joy. "Any of you guys wanna see her pussy?" Erica shouted to the crowd. Her question was met with a round of applause. Joy felt as her silken panties began to slowly slide down her milky-white legs, Erica's fingers trailing along her skin as she did. Her breaths were coming now so short, so hard, she thought she might pass out. She closed her eyes as tears began trickling down her dirt-streaked face. She was now naked below her waist, and quite aware the whole crowd was staring at her. How had it come to this? she thought. How had it come... And then the familiar feelings of arousal swept through her body. Despite the fact she was being humiliated, despite the fact she was helpless, she was actually somewhat turned on. Perhaps it's because I am being humiliated, that I am helpless, she thought. Still, she struggled to free herself. How far was this going to go? Liz's thin long arms came from behind her then and gripped at her T-shirt. A moment later it was being pulled back and over her until it was past her neck, covering her head and blinding her. She felt her body go limp in Liz's grasp as she tried to catch her breath. "THE TITS!" the crowd chanted. "THE TITS! THE TITS! THE TITS!" "You wanna see her little titties?" Erica asked them. They roared their desire. "Alright," she shouted. She stepped forward to Joy's limp body and reached her hands around the younger girl's back. Pausing for dramatic effect she looked at her friend Liz with beaming eyes, then unsnapped the bra. A moment later she pulled it off entirely. The crowd cheered and whooped in perverse delight at the sight of Joy's young naked body. It was actually quite lovely, if a little underdeveloped-- she'd never have Erica's breasts or Liz's plump little ass. But everything was there, that was sure, and her thin body actually made her look even more alluring. "Drop her," Erica said then, turning to the crowd and holding up Joy's bra and panties in triumph. Joy crumpled to the ground in utter despair. She was naked. Completely naked, save for her tennis shoes, and at the mercy of this insane bitch. Everyone was watching, looking at her body, probably getting hard and wanting to see more... She couldn't help it but to feel even more aroused. And then disgusted at her arousal, then horny all the more. Their eyes, staring at her--her hands bound helplessly--why did she feel so excited by such a terrible situation? "Okay, bitch," she heard Erica yell. "Get over here!" She looked up groggily at Erica who had stepped some twenty feet away, near the edge of the crowd. She put her head back down and mewed piteously. "Liz?" Erica asked. Suddenly with a loud "SMACK!" Joy felt something come down painfully on her soft round ass. She yelped in surprise and jumped forward as best she could, trying to escape her new attacker. "Like getting whipped, Cunt?" Erica laughed at her. "Liz'll keep doing it until you're at my feet. Come on, now!" "THWHACK!" came another painful blow to Joy's butt. She scrambled forward as best she could, desperate to avoid another attack. But she ended up sliding onto her breasts and another strike hit home. "MOVE CUNT!" Liz screamed, whipping down on the sophomore's naked rear with her belt. She hit it again, impressed by the size of the red lines beginning to cross her little ass. Joy rolled over, body spasming uncontrollably to escape the pain. She was on her back now, legs spread wide, and quite aware she'd just given everyone a great look at her pussy. She put her thighs together again as she tried to escape backwards. Liz grabbed Joy's defenseless body and turned it around again viciously, letting loose another painful blow on her ass. Again she struck, and again, reveling in the excitement of tormenting poor Joy. Joy slid further up, further, desperate now for the only escape from the pain she knew--doing as Erica had commanded and reaching her feet. She had another five paces or so to go, but didn't think she could possibly make it. Despite the pain in her swelling rear Joy could feel the insides of her pussy begin to lube-up as her excitement multiplied. The pain, the degradation--it was all too much. Deep inside, she knew, she was beginning to enjoy all this. Finally she was at Erica's feet. She looked up hopefully. Erica was gazing down at her and shaking her head. "Pathetic," she spat. "Just pathetic. That took too long. I think you need a spanking to learn not to keep me waiting..." "Oh PlEASE!" Joy gasped. "No, please, NO!" But secretly she felt herself shudder in anticipation as Erica stepped behind her. "Get on your knees," she commanded. She struggled to comply, which wasn't easy for her bound wrists. The crowd seemed to grow more interested when she didn't struggle or resist. She heard them calling her all manner of terrible things, nasty things... I am kinda nasty, Joy thought sullenly. The thought, though, actually excited her. SLAP! She grunted as she felt Erica's hand come down on her already poorly abused butt. Then another came, then another. "How many should she get?" Erica asked of the crowd. "THIRTY!" "A HUNDRED!" "What do you think, dear?" Erica hissed into Joy's ear. "How many do you want?" She couldn't answer. The idea of answering was too embarrassing. Instead she just whimpered incoherently. "Liz, gimmie the paddle," Erica finally declared. The crowd began cheering at this. Joy's body trembled in anguished excitement as she heard Liz make some rude comments, then heard the crowd erupt its approval as she obviously gave Erica what she'd asked for. "Okay, you slutty little whore," Erica breathed. "This is how it's gonna feel..." She tried to brace herself for the coming impact, but it wasn't possible. With a loud "SPLAT!" she felt as the paddle, which was probably meant for playing ping-pong, came down on her rear. "EEEEH!" Joy cried. "Okay, bitch, listen," Erica panted loudly so everyone could hear. "I'm gonna give you a hundred of those, unless..." Joy moaned in despair. "Unless you ask me for the thirty. "When you ask me--beg me--that you want the thirty, I'll start giving those instead!" The crowd laughed and roared it's amazement and utter agreement. Joy's mind was swimming. She couldn't take a hundred, of that much she was certain. But she couldn't ask--beg--for any amount... could she? There was a slight whistling sound then as the paddle arced through the air, and then a "WHACK!" as it struck into her delicate ass-meat. She cooed in agony at the sensation. "That was one!" Erica yelled in excitement. I can't take this! thought Joy. Whissssh...... CRACK! "TWO!" Whissssh.... THWACK! "THREE!" The pain resonated throughout young Joy's body, sending waves of delightful pain up through her stomach and into her small hanging tits. With a dazed realization that her nipples had grown hard, Joy began to wonder if any girl had ever been put through so much humiliation before. Probably not, her spinning mind reasoned. I'm the first, the first to get this... "UH!" she grunted at the next impact. "EIGHT!" She could feel her butt swelling up, and wondered if she'd ever be able to stand again. If she'd ever be able to go back to school, where all of these classmates of hers would certainly laugh at her approach, the sophomore who got paddled naked in the forest. She wondered if it was normal to actually grow wet from such brutality. "No... NO! Please..." she began sobbing again, the pain welling through her suddenly. "Please what?" Erica asked sarcastically. She swallowed, and tried to gather the words to say it. She couldn't. Whiisssh.... SPLAT! "TEN!" "OWWWWWoooOOOOO!" Joy growled in agony. "PLLLLEAAASEEEE!" "We're only at ten," Erica breathed. "Ninety left to go!" "I want...." Joy gasped. "What do you want?" Erica asked innocently. Dropping her head in defeat, Joy answered, "I want thirty..." "Of course you do, honey," Erica laughed as the crowd snickered. "But how *bad* do you want them?" Her lower-lip trembling, Joy managed to whimper, "I... really want them... I..." "She's lying, hit her again!" Liz cried. "NO! Please!" Joy gasped. "I need them! Please, the thirty, I... give me thirty..." "You want me to spank you?" Erica asked cruelly. "Yes!" "In front of all these people?" "Yes, oh please yes!" "Beg me!" "Please, spank me, paddle me, PLEASE give it to me," Joy breathed. "Thirty times... smack my butt... smack it... let them watch..." The words flowed so naturally for her, it reminded Joy of asking her dad for money. "Okay," Erica finally breathed. "But we start over at one!" "UHGH!" the sophomore grunted in despair as a succession of blows brought her back up to ten. Her legs were quaking in terrible pain so that she wanted to collapse, get off her knees, but she feared that might mean starting over again if she did. She managed to keep her ass up in the air as Erica wailed on her small butt. "FIFTEEN!" Erica cried. Joy wasn't sure she could make it. But then, it seemed, her ass had almost grown used to the pain. Each blow only seemed now to heighten her feelings of excitement, rather than to actually hurt her. That was actually almost worse, though. When Erica reached twenty Joy felt something amazing happen. Her puffy, young little slit began to drip her juices. She could feel them slide down her legs... Whiiiisssssh.... CRACK! "TWENTY-TWO!" "UGH!" Joy gasped. Her body shuddered. Whiiiisssssh.... SPLACK! "TWENTY-THREE!" "Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh--," Joy was panting uncontrollably, trying to resist the tremors of pleasure washing through her. Each blow now seemed to double her state of arousal, until the area between her legs was slick with her juices. "THIRTY!" And then Erica was done. The crowd applauded gleefully at the site of Joy's poor ass. Joy whimpered, whether from pain or desire she couldn't be sure. What's happening to me? she thought despairingly. She felt Erica's hand come down softly on her ass and begin to gently rub it. "Oh, poor baby," she purred. "So red... it's gonna be all swollen tomorrow!" "Let me give her some more!" Liz cried. Joy shuddered in anticipation. "No, she's had enough of that," Erica decided. She felt as Erica's slender hands quickly undid the bonds at her wrists. "She's not gonna need these anymore... I don't think she's going anywhere!" After she was free Joy allowed her body to be pushed onto her side. Her arms came around her and hugged herself tightly, closing her eyes as if she could turn all this into some kind of nightmare. "How many of you wanna see her pussy?" Erica suddenly asked the audience. Joy whimpered softly. "They wanna see your cunt, Cunt!" Erica declared. "Get on your back and give `em a peek!" She didn't move. Couldn't move. Conflicting feelings of humiliation and excitement raked her consciousness. "DO WHAT SHE SAID!" Liz screamed menacingly. "Shh, shh," Erica soothed her friend. Moving closer to Joy's head she brushed her short hair from her ear and whispered, "Either do what I say, or get another spanking... and this time I won't be gentle!" Reluctantly, in an embarrassing acceptance, Joy rolled over onto her back. She felt their eyes all on her, staring at her chest which lay exposed, her arms now limp at her sides. She justified her compliance to Erica through sheer rationalization... if she didn't, she'd get spanked! Deep inside, however, she knew the truth. She was horny, and loving this. Erica was now standing above her, with Liz at her side. "Come on, gather in close! Don't be shy!" she told the crowd. Joy could feel them gathering in around her body. She froze. "Come on, hon, you're doing good," Erica taunted her. "Show `em your sweet little twat!" ************************** END OF PART TWO (of three) ************************** Get the rest of this story, and more, at my web-site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/The_Lazy_Cup/www/ -- the lazy cup truly a place where depravity reigns www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/The_Lazy_Cup/www/ -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+