Message-ID: <29476asstr$985281002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20010322120258.6818.qmail@web3406.mail.yahoo.com> From: Don Winslow Subject: {ASSM} On the Strip: A Vegas Story, Part 2 Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2001 12:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: t4425, gill-bates __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email at your own domain with Yahoo! Mail. http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ <1st attachment, "Vegas2R.txt" begin> From: "Don Winslow" dwin2001@Yahoo.com Subject: {Winslow} "On the Strip: A Vegas Story, Part 2" (D/s, M/F, F/F, Humil, Spanking) Newsgroups: Alt. aexstories.moderated, alt.sexstories Content type: text/plain On The Strip Don Winslow Part 2 There are no old buildings in Las Vegas; just new buildings, and newer buildings. And so when one comes across an old house, a truly old house, one had to wonder about how it came to be there....out in the desert, abandoned and alone. Such a house was the aim of the silver Dodge van that made its way along a winding dirt road, a few miles east of a little cluster of houses that the locals called Gentry's Bluffs. The van came to a halt in a cloud of dust, and the rear door was slid back. In a moment, a well-built blond girl, wearing a pair of faded jeans and an oatmeal-colored sweatshirt, her hands cuffed behind her, was dragged out of the van by a big, beefy guy who held her by one arm. The driver, a thin whippet in a sharkskin suit, came around to grab the captive by the other arm, and together they escorted one very frightened Nikki Paradise up the wooden steps, and into the ramshackled old house. The snatch had been quick and efficiently. The guys were pros. The apartment door was easy pickings, and once in they made it plain to the terrified girl, by using a hint of pain, coupled with the sight of deadly .38, that they meant business. Nikki was paralyzed by fear; she knew these guys, or at least their type, and she knew better than to give them a hard time. They stood her up, cuffed her, and dragged her to the door, pausing just long enough to let the girl slip her bare feet into a pair of sandals. Then, with the barrel of the hidden gun jammed hard against her ribs, the two men walked her down to the elevator, out the front door, and into the waiting van -- all in less than five minutes. Now, in the remote country house, someone turned on a light, and Nikki stood blinking in amazement. Inside, it looked like a warehouse! The small hallway they stood in opened into a cavernous space comprising what must once have been three or four rooms. Sturdy wooden rafters spanned the high ceilings and from those rafters hung various chains, ropes and pulleys. Large gym mats, covered in gray rubber, hung from the roughly plastered walls. The room contained a metal bedstead minus its mattress, various tables and chairs, and strewn here and there pieces of what looked like gym equipment, odd steel structures, the purpose of which she could only imagine. To one side, stood a set of wooden stocks, restraining devices built to confine the neck and wrists of a bending prisoner between two cut-out, hinged boards. Metal industrial-type shelves lined one wall, holding an impressive array of instruments of punishment: whips and riding crops, and paddles. One set of shelves held some odd electrical devices, some of which seemed to be attached to love toys of various kinds. High overhead, bright neon lights brought the whole, coldly-sterile room into bold relief. "What is this place?' Nikki whispered, her wide eyes talking it all in, in stunned disbelief. "Just think of it as home, Baby, cause that's what it's gonna be. Your new home!" the ferret-faced guy, the one called Frank, said with a smirk. "Listen you guys, I told you. You got the wrong gal!" "And I thought I told you before to shut up!" Franco threatened, glaring at her. "But this is all a mistake! You gotta let me goooo," she whined. "Go get something to plug her mouth with," Franco said to his partner, the man she had heard him call Hutch. Hutch rummaged among the shelves, and came back with a ballgag dangling from his fingers. "Nooo," Nikki wailed, frantically twisting in Hutch's arms till Franco slapped her, with crisp authority, right across the cheek. "WHACK!" The hard sting sent her head ringing, but it worked to stop the girl from struggling long enough for him to grab her jaw and squeeze, forcing her to open up so he could jam the red rubber ball between her teeth. The straps were cinched around her head, imprisoning the lovely blond hair, as Franco stepped behind her to tighten the straps down. Now her gaping mouth was well-stoopered; the big blonde stared wide-eyed with terror over the hard rubber ball, making mewing, plaintive sounds. "WHACK!...WHACK!" He slapped her face again and again. "That's enough damn it! Now stop that moaning, or I'll give you something to moan about!" he growled. Nikki fell silent. She was breathing heavily; cringing back from the menacing gangster, her pretty features, distorted by the ball gag, were drawn and white with fear. "What now?" asked Hutch. "Wait here. I'll go up and check to see if the old lady's ready." And Franco went off up a flight of stairs that led from the hallway to the second floor, while Hutch dragged Nikki over to a wooden chair and plunked her down. She glared up at him from over the ball gag. He gave her an evil grin and reached down to greedily grab her left breast. "You're gonna have to learn to be nice to me, Baby," he told her, his big hand squeezing that ample, unbrassiered tit through the loose cotton sweatshirt she wore. The grinning ape was enjoying himself, lavishly fondling the terrified blonde who, with restrained wrists held behind her, could do nothing but squirm her shoulders under the big man's rough manipulations. He was still at it, feeling her up to his heart's content, when Franco returned. "She wants we should get her ready," he told his partner, hauling the girl to her feet, and stepping behind her to unlock the handcuffs. For the first time since her abduction, Nikki was free of restraints, although the hated ball gag remained firmly in place. Franco wasted no time with his preparations. Standing before the two men, she was now ordered to remove her sweatshirt. So she had very little on. Since Nikki had been hanging around in her apartment, with hours to go till she had to dress for work, she had simply stepped out of the shower and dressed minimally, pulling on the roomy sweatshirt; not bothering with a bra. That thought flitted through her mind, but the thought of disobeying never occurred to her. The two men watched her while she crossed her arms, reached down, and stripped the oatmeal sweat shirt up over her head, pulling it off inside out, and tossing it aside, leaving the gorgeous blonde provocatively bare-breasted before them. Her generous tits jiggled and settled, hanging slightly pendulous, with wide flat aureoles, crinkled disks of dusky brown flesh as big as half-dollars. She saw the look of approval light up their male eyes. "Not bad. We're gonna have us some fun with those babies," Franco said to Hutch, with an emphatic nod. Nikki stood perfectly still, her full-mounded breasts heaving with her shallow breathing; a shiver of fear ran up her spine. Now she was cuffed, this time not with handcuffs but with soft leather straps, wide and padded, complete with D- rings. The two men worked efficiently, one banding each wrist. Then topless, and gagged, the unfortunate girl was led to a spot in the center of the room, directly beneath a hanging chain. **** **** **** **** Natalie Giordello widened her stance, firmly planting her boot heels, and placed her hands on her hips, to better admire her erotically clad form in the full-length mirror. She was thin as a whippet, with a body more angular than curved, still she thought she looked rather good in the sleek, kinky outfit. She relished the tight feel of constricting leather; thought it gave her a certain glamour. The bustier was so tightly laced it was almost painful, its straining seams stretched nearly to the breaking point. Her lanky shoulders and supple arms were left bare by the black, gleaming leather. She let her gaze trail downward. The arching sides of the wicked garment were cut high at her narrow hips, leaving her sinewy thighs, and a good portion of her hard, high set butt on public view. Those nether regions, along with the rest of her slim legs, were now encased in black pantyhose; sleek, tight boots came up to her knees. Still watching herself in the mirror, she reached for a pair of short leather gloves, drew them on, working her fingers into the thin, supple leather. Then she was ready. Giving herself a cruel smile, she turned to go downstairs, determined to teach this unsuspecting bimbo the price she must pay for insulting the daughter of a Don. **** **** **** **** The muffled moan Natalie heard coming from the big room, caused her to pause on the final step, and listen intently. She heard it again, and smiled. Straightening up, she strode into the big, brightly-lit room, to be greeted with a very gratifying sight indeed! The beautiful blonde hung from the ceiling by her wrists, her naked body elongated, with feet pointed straight down and toes barely touching the thick, wall-to-wall carpet. Natalie had to admit the girl was gorgeous. As she had specified, the boys had taken away her sandals, and stripped her of sweater and jeans, to leave the girl hanging there in just her panties, a pair of powder blue hip huggers. At the moment, Franco stood behind her, hands around the girl's naked chest cupping her boobs, soft tittie flesh spilling though his curled fingers. He was enjoying himself immensely, feeling up the hanging girl's boobs. It was his rough manipulation of those softly pliable breasts that had the girl moaning in her gag. As soon as he saw Natalie in the doorway, he stopped what he was doing, and released those floppy tits. The frantic girl twisted to see the new arrival, and beheld the erotically-clad women advancing on her with evil intent in her dark, gleaming eyes. She let out an urgent whimper around the hard rubber ball lodged in her gaping mouth. Natalie strode right up to her lovely prisoner, looked her in the eyes, saw the terror there, and smirked. The stern, narrow-framed woman looked up at the glamorous blonde with undisguised loathing in her eyes. She took her time, studying her naked captive closely from blond head to pointed toes. She could see why Bobby would be taken with this cunt; the big blue eyes, pert nose, and pretty features, unflatteringly distended now by the protruding ball. And the girl had a magnificent rack, that was sure. Comfortably large, but not excessively so, the fulsome tits reminded Natalie of juddery udders - -she's a cow, she thought, a big, fuckin', bleached-blond cow! "Looks like got ourselves a real cow here, boys," she said, giving expression to her thoughts. She reached out a gloved hand, curling the fingers tips up under the crease that formed the undercurve of Nikki's right breast. Then she flipped the dangling boob on her fingertips, causing the jellied mound to jiggle. Nikki jerked back and gave out with what might have been a muffled protest. "Yeah, you're a cow, alright, aren't you?" the older woman grinned, a cow and a whore. You see, I know all about you. Know you're nothing but a cow, and a slut, and a whore." She stepped closer to the restrained girl, and without ceremony, jammed a gloved hand down the front of Nikki's panties, groping the hanging girl between her legs. The girl brayed her protest, and squeezed her legs shut, trapping the evil hand between her legs. Natalie laughed. From the way the hanging girl twisted and bucked her hips, it was obvious to the watching men as to what Natalie's hand was doing to her prisoner. "She's wet as a lake, the little whore," Natalie declared, retrieving and examining her damp, gloved hand. All ready to play. Do you want to play with me, slut?" the girl could do nothing but stare at her, wide-eyed in disbelief. She ordered the gag to be removed, and Franco jumped to obey, unbuckling the strap at the back of Nikki's head. Nikki was immensely grateful for the respite. She worked her aching jaw, then managed to sincerely thank her benefactor, not realizing that her respite would be only a temporary one. "Who are you? What is this place? Why have you brought me here," the thoroughly frightened young woman asked in the first rush of words, occasioned by her sudden release from the gag. "My name is Natalie Giordello, slut. Mrs. Giordello. I think you know the name. But you will call me Mistress. I think you know my husband?" The laugh that followed was hallow and truly evil; Nikki shivered. "As to where you are, you are in my playroom. And you and me are going to play some games. Won't that be fun? You see cunt," she went on, "I have to teach you a lesson. It's about not screwing around with another woman's man. I'm surprised no one's taught you that lesson before, cause I think you're the kind of slut that richly deserve it." "No..no wait...I..you got it all wrong," the girl began in a desperate pleading voice. "SLAP!" the gloved hand shot out, and slapped Nikki's vulnerable tits, sending them wobbling. "YEEOUCH!" the girl shrieked, yanking back on her chains in her futile effort to escape. "Lesson number one. Never speak unless spoken to. NEVER! Got it cunt!" The older women stretched up to bring her face close to the suspended girl's, fire in her eyes. If you talk, the gag goes back on. Simple as that. Understand?" She waited, staring into her captive's terrified eyes. The poor girl could only shake her head in agreement, fearful that whatever she said might result in more punishment from her sadistic captor. "Good. Now you must keep quite. Speak only to answer me. If I ask you if you understand, all you will say is: 'Yes, Mistress'. Got it!" "Yes, Mistress," the frightened girl managed to whisper. Natalie preened in her first triumph over the beautiful young girl, smirking at her two grinning henchmen. "Yeah, you're quite a piece all right. I hear you've been flashing these big jugs of yours all around Vegas." The woman was toying with her, a gloved hand lightly stroking her left breast, hefting it up as though to examine it where the slightly reddened flesh bore the imprint of the slapping hand. This time she used just a flick of the wrist in a tiny slap that sent the jellied mound trembling. Nikki sucked in a quick breath of air, but she knew better than to say anything. "Yeah. Nice, fat tits. You know what you are? You're nothing but a cow. You're a cow, and a cunt, and a whore. That's what you are. Say it. SAY IT!" The prisoner stifled a whimper, swallowed hard, and when she formed the words they came out in tearful voice. "I'm...I'm..a cow, and cunt, and a whore," the words came out in a tumbled rush, hushed and barely audible. "Yeah, that's right," her tormentor purred. You got the tits of a cow, and the wet, sloppy cunt of a whore. But you're gonna be my whore. My very own personal whore. You're going to be nice to me, and to my friends here. And maybe, just maybe, we'll let you live. But you gotta ask me, real nice and polite-like. Ask if you can be my whore, cow, do it NOW!" For a moment, the stunned girl just stared at the older woman, scarcely daring to breathe. It was a nightmare! She couldn't believe this was happening to her! Natalie met her eyes evenly, severe lips drawn in a hard line, that made it plain that the older woman would tolerate nothing less than complete obedience from the girl. "Please let me mistress." "Let you what?" It was necessary for the girl to humiliate herself. Before Natalie was through with her, she would have the blond bimbo groveling at her feet! Nikki took a deep breath, and licked her lips before she could reply. She remembered to choose her words carefully, knowing her life might depend on it. "Please Mistress, let me be your personal whore,' the deeply mortifying words came out in a voice choked with emotion. The grinning mobsters laughed, and the very edges of Natalie's brutal lips curled in a smug, self-satisfied smile. "Oh you're gonna be my whore all right. Before I'm through with you you're goinna beg to kiss my ass, and eat my cunt. You're gonna beg to kiss my feet and lick, and suck each one of my toes, and then, I'm gonna use you for my very own piss pot. But maybe first, I'll let the boys here have some fun with you. Yeah, you'll do plenty of cock sucking, and you're gonna be fucked in every hole in your body, and you're gonna beg us for more. That must sound like a lot of fun, for a whore like you, doesn't it, slut?" Natalie placed her hand back on Nikki's still-smarting breast, curling her fingers around the firmly-rounded contour to lightly hold the floppy tit in her gloved hand. "But then again, it might not be some much fun for you after all," she purred, extending a thumb to lightly rub Nikki's nascent nipple. "You're gonna find out, Cow, that when you have sex in my playpen, it's my kind of sex!" The gloved hand greedily closed, grabbing a full handful of tittie-flesh, and twisting it till Nikki, clenching her teeth against the pain, shook wildly on her chain. The tormented girl screamed in agony as the sadistic dominatrix wrenched her tender breast, twisting it like she was turning a doorknob, then gave it up with a final clenching, squeeze to leave the punished mound quivering, red and throbbing with hurt. "My kind of sex," she repeated with an impish grin. END OF PART 2 Copyright 2001, Don Winslow dwin2001@Yahoo.com http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow/www <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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