Message-ID: <29537asstr$985540202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20010325121334.332.qmail@web3402.mail.yahoo.com> From: Don Winslow Subject: {ASSM} On the Strip: A Vegas Story, part 3 (D/s, F/F, M/F, Spanking, 3/5) Date: Sun, 25 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: kelly, newsman __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email at your own domain with Yahoo! Mail. http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ <1st attachment, "Vegas3R.txt" begin> On the Strip: A Vegas Story Part 3 Don Winslow The cruel dominatrix now turned her back on her distraught victim, leaving the poor girl dangling there, panting heavily, blond head sunk low between up-stretched arms. Natalie began making a circuit of the room, as if inspecting it for the first time, pausing here and there to touch and handle, and occasionally to pick up and examine one of the many bizarre implements she found on the metal shelves. She might have been some casual shopper, considering a purchase. In time, she began to examine a selection of paddles, finally choosing one she thought would serve. She left Nikki see the weapon she was about to use on her tail -- like one of those child's toys, the kind with a small rubber ball attached by means of an elastic string. But this was no child's toy, the blade, hard but thin and pliant, would issue a stinging retort, as Natalie well knew. She had used it on more than one occasion on the behinds of naughty girls she brought to her playroom for fun and games. And now she intended to soundly paddle the girl, to give her a spanking right through the wire mesh lining. A spanking that she would never forget! The prisoner was taken down and allowed a few minutes respite, but only to be restrained once more, this time bent over and tied down across the padded back of a low rounded chair. Her bent-over position, with wrists banded and attached to the legs of the chair, had her lush ass jutting out in wanton invitation. Natalie took her time. She was clearly enjoying herself as she took up her stance, booted feet set wide apart. Reaching down she ran a hand over the upraised mounds, following the plump, rounded counters, getting a piteous moan from her helpless captive. "Ever since I saw you, I wanted to get my hands on this big old can of yours," Natalie hissed. "You think your ass is so pretty, don't you little slut, shaking it all round town, wagging it in my Bobby's face? Well, this ass, of which you are so proud, is no longer yours. From now on this ass belongs to me!" So saying she delivered a hand slap to the object of her attentions. Nikki jerked up with the impact, but she didn't make a sound. Then Natalie touched the paddle to the poised rear end, lightly giving the girl just the slightest tap. The bent- over girl tensed, cringing with fear. Natalie's lips curled in a wicked smile. Raising her hand back, the stern disciplinarian, brought the paddle down swiftly in wide arc, solidly whacking the jutting mounds with a resounding smack that reverberated right through the rigid girl, who bounced up on her toes at each thudding impact. "WHAP!" the shot rang out, and Nikki's head flew up as she screeched her outrage into the rubber gag. Again and again, the deadly paddle smacked those solid, rounded asscheeks. "WHAP!..WHAP!...WHAP!....WHAP!" The grim disciplinarian had her victim hopping from foot to foot, dancing in fiery agitation; howling into her gag under the rain of smart whacks. Natalie, who was quite expert in wielding a paddle, alternated squarely-placed smacks with the occasional glancing slap, delighting to see the wobbly mounds dancing. A set of choppy rapid smacks were soon driving the girl crazy; she shrieked and hollered , craning back and yanking in crazed frenzy on the taut restraints that held her over the padded chair. Her bottom was wiggling uncontrollably now, churning wildly as one decisive whack after another was landed so methodically, with crisp, stinging authority. "WHAP!...WHAP!...WHAP!...WHAP!...WHAP!" By now the sadistic dominatrix was flushed and sweating, wildly excited, and grimly determined to punish the squirming bottom before her with unrelenting stinging smacks. The pliant blade was meeting Nikki's behind squarely, flattening the spongy rear mounds, ricocheting off the bouncy bottom in even, syncopated rhythm. The two men edged closer, fascinated, their pricks fully erect, and pressing with sexual hunger, hard against heir pants. But they knew Natalie well; they would have to wait their chance. A chance that would surely come. Mrs. Giordello always took care of the hired help. By the time she held her hand, after delivering twenty or thirty solid smacks, Natalie had reduced her beautiful rival to a mass of quivering jelly, the girl's once vibrant protests now nothing more than piteous weak moans. The last shot echoed in the silence of the room broken only by the sobs of the merciless matron's latest victim. Nikki lay exhausted, bent over the chair, with head slumped down and eyes closed, hoping that her punished rear end had absorbed enough to satisfy her tormentor Now Natalie, aroused and tingling with excitement to see the young girl suffering at her hands, reached between her victim's legs, grabbed a handful of Nikki's vulva, and squeezed the soft folds of flesh. The muffled scream rang out and the girl shot up and writhed furiously as her mistress held her cunt in an iron grip. The girl screamed. Natalie laughed and released her grip. Then she went on to run a gloved hand over the punished ass that burned now in an angry, crimson hue. Natalie stood regarding her handiwork. At times like this, she wished she was a man! But she had two men available, either one of whom would jump at the chance to do her bidding. She drew them aside, and while the girl waited bent over the chair, eyes closed, her naked, freshly- punished bottom on display, they discussed her fate. A coin was flipped. Hutch won. Franco shrugged. Natalie handed the big man a tube of lubricant and nodded towards the girl, a strange smile wreathing her thin lips. Hutch needed no further encouragement. He stepped up to the jutting bottom, drop his pants and shoved his briefs down to his knees, to let a powerful erection leap forth. He stood there grinning with delight, pants half-masted, working the lubricant into his stiff prick, as the while regarding, with surging lust, the crimson ass that beckoned him. The owner of that ass, who lay over the chair with eyes closed, panting heavily, didn't suspect that the mobster with the super-ready cock stood just behind her. Her first sign of the impending violation came when she felt two large calloused hands roughly grab her freshly tenderized ass, and rudely pry her rearcheeks apart. She brayed her protest, but of course, it did no good. Moving up, Hutch settled the bulbous head of his prick on Nikki's clenching anus and pushed, grimly determined to force his way in even though Nikki tightened up in instinctive fear. She writhed and squirmed, but the pressure was inexorable. Finally, the massive cock popped in, forcing its way through the fleshy ring of muscle that now yielded to the determined assault. Craning back, the impaled blonde, threw her head back, and bit down harder on the rubber bit wedged between her teeth, as the widened knob of the mobster's prick entered her rectum, expanding her distended anus. She arched her back, rearing up and twisting her shoulders in wild agitation. His painful intrusion was forced upon her; a rude presence: overstuffed; a dull throb of pain. Hutch grabbed her by the hips with his big beefy hands and held on, keeping up the steady, unrelenting pressure till he was well through the tight ring of muscle, and his cock slid right up Nikki's rearend in a single smooth penetration. A low groan managed to find its way around the red ball. As the big man worked his prick up her rectum the skewered woman wiggled and twisted, feet dancing, as she shook in agitated fury. But he didn't stop until she'd taken his full length up her ass; his dangling balls slapping against that fully-curved bottom. Natalie, watching the signs of arousal in the mobster's face, was reminded of a rutting bull, mounting a cow for some serious fucking. She stepped closer, as he started moving, pumping into the bent-over girl, sliding his prick deep into the young woman's bowels in slow, methodical strokes while he held her by the hips. Tiny grunts were coming out around the ball gag, punctuating each thrust of the prick that ravaged Nikki Paradise's well-punished behind as the mobster's hips pounded into her abraded ass. A brutal thrust of his pelvis drove his prick all the way up her ass, and so that he could grind his hips against the still-smarting twin contours. Nikki groaned a long, wavering, deep-throated groan. The powerful man threw back his head, and with a single brutal thrust, slammed into the mounted woman, buried himself in her bottom, and began fucking her with a driving, savage urgency that soon had her jogging back against him with bouncing fury. He reached under her and grabbed her imprisoned breasts. as he fucked the skewered blonde in rapid, heart-pounding thrusts. He felt the wild escalation of pleasure -- a tremendous surge of triumph that rose up in him, and racked his stiffened, craning-back body. An ecstatic thrill rocketed through him, and he was erupting, pumping jets of semen deep into the blond girl's agitated bottom, as she moaned her plaintive cry. For a long time no one moved. Then the mobster eased back, withdrawing his spent prick out of Nikki's ass, for which she was immensely grateful But if she thought they were through with her, she was sadly mistaken. For the bedraggled girl, her long ordeal was just beginning, although she was to be given a respite. For now a halt was called to the proceeding as the cruel mistress lit a cigarette and announced to her henchmen, with coy, girlish smile, that she intended to go upstairs and "slip into something more comfortable." They watched her boots stomp up the steps, leaving the girl in their hands. They released the poor girl from her bent-over position, removed the gag, sending a flood of relief washing over the girl. She was so grateful to be released, the girl groaned and mumbled her thanks, as they led her, shaken, weak- kneed to the chair she had been held over, and plunked her down. Instantly she re-bounded with a sharp yelp as her tenderized rear end hit the cushion. But she quickly re- settled, sitting on the very edge of the chair, sprawling back in exhaustion, her reddened breasts heaving as she slowly recovered. Meanwhile, her guards were busy mixing themselves some drinks at the small wet bar conveniently placed in one corner. Franco brought the hapless girl glass half filled with Scotch. Nikki, who normally disliked the taste of Scotch, grabbed the glass greedily, and took a big gulp of straight whisky. She was sputtering and coughing as it ran down, but as she recovered, the flood of warmth went through her -- the fiery liquid working its restorative magic. With shaking hands she took a second swig. The booze seemed to help to ease the burning pain in her butt. The two men stood over her, watching the blonde guzzle the straight Scotch without expression. Although Hutch was temporarily satiated, having shot his load up the blonde's behind, Franco was still hard and excited; his erection was becoming downright painful. He longed to lay into the voluptous beauty, but he knew he'd have to wait for his chance. Natalie now re-appeared, this time wearing nothing but a loose flowing robe of sheer black fabric which covered, but did not totally conceal, her skinny body form from neck to ankles. The diaphanous, black caftan had a high collar, and ties down the front. Through it, the mobsters could clearly see the woman's hairy cunt between her thighs, as well as the two small pancake breasts with their wide, dark nipples. They tried not to stare, although Natalie would not have minded. She dressed for comfort in her playroom and didn't care who saw what. "It's time you earned your keep here cunt." She called out, jerking a thumb to gesture the girl out of the low-backed chair. Franco yanked the girl to her feet. "I'm not gonna gag you, cunt, cause I want to use that big mouth of yours. But unless you're using it on me, or one of the boys here, you better keep it shut -- if you know what's good for you. By now, Nikki fully appreciated the dominating woman's threats. She said not a word. Now Natalie took the chair so recently occupied by her well-punished rival, beckoning the girl to her. Nikki approached with dread, but obediently followed the silent gesture of Natalie's mannish hand, getting to her knees on the carpeted floor, to knell erect before the older woman. "Kiss my feet!" She spat out the order. And when the girl hesitated, she repeated the command in a more impatient, threatening tone. "Kiss my feet, you slut. Kiss them!" Obediently, the chastised prisoner lowered her blond head to the floor and kissed the tops of her mistress' bare feet. "Better than that! Kiss and lick." Natalie raised a bare foot extending it into her prisoner's face Again the chastised girl lowered her head over the proffered foot and began to pay her obsequious tribute to her grinning Mistress. Natalie looked down on the blond head bent over her outstretched foot, inordinately pleased to see the young girl humbling herself before her. While she enjoyed the feeling of having the girl lick her way over the bare foot, Natalie reached down and grabbed two handfuls of the gown and drew them up, uncovering her lean but muscular thighs, easing her butt up, to hike the flimsy gown all the way to her waist. Grinning at the kneeling girl, she let her knees fall apart, inviting the girl to attend to the padded wedge of her hairy cunt. "That's enough of that, bitch. Now do me!" Nikki knelt there staring at the older woman's sex. Natalie watched her sex slave intently for the slightest sign of rebellion. But Nikki was too terrorized to do anything but follow orders. On her knees, she shuffled closer moving up between the splayed legs. "Come on, slut, suck my cunt. Or do I get one of my boys to beat your ass some more?!" Slowly the frightened girl reached out to place her hands on the inner thighs of the women who so thoroughly dominated her. Then she ducked her head and brought her lips closer to another woman's sex for the very first time. The sharp odor of feminine arousal greeted her, caused her nostrils to flare: a musky, earthy smell, that gave her pause. Natalie, growing impatient, reached down and to clutch a fistful of blond hair and hauled Nikki's face in, mashing the girl's lips against her splayed cunt. For a moment she held the struggling girl there, face buried in the soft, slick folds of Natalie Giordello's pussy, as she wiggled her hips rubbing her slick pussy all over her love slave's nose and mouth. "Do me, slut. Eat me out! Get a little life into it!!" She hissed in growing impatience. Nikki struggled to breathe in the smothering confines of the other woman's cunt, and only when the pressure at the back of her head was released could she pull back enough to extend her tongue and begin the odorous task before her. Tentatively, she stuck out her tongue, and touched the slippery labia, recoiling from the taste. But then she dove in, and started lapping up along the inner folds. Natalie, temporarily satisfied, groaned, and lay back in the chair. She widened her leg as her unsupported breasts, two small, flattened tits, lolled on her chest as she leaned back in the enfolding chair, looking down on the blond girl who, sharply motivated by fear, was now servicing her mistress with growing enthusiasm. Nikki pressed her tongue directly into the gaping cunt as far as he could, pushing outwards against the slick walls and flicking her tongue around in her mistress' vagina. The older woman wiggled in delight at the feeling of the young girl's wet tongue on her. Now that tongue was pressing against the bottom of her slit, and sliding slowly upward. Nikki kept at it, intent on pleasuring the woman, on pleasing her, so that, just perhaps, no further punishment would come her way. For a few minutes, she ran her tongue up and down the inner lips. "Oh, yeah...that's right," Natalie shivered in ecstasy. "My clit, suck my clit, bitch," she gasped through ragged breaths. The girl's tongue obediently slid up over the fleshy hood, pressing strongly against it while she moved the silky tongue from side to side. Her mistress moaned; her lean- muscled thighs spasomed, clamping Nikki's ears, momentarily imprisoning her pretty cunt-lapper, before they fell apart in helpless surrender. Nikki worked assiduously, targeting the emerging love button, bathing the top and gently flicking the tip with her tongue. She brought her fingers into play, opened the pulsing lips further, gently moved back the hood over the clit and took it in between her lips, gently sucking while she flicked it with her stiffened tongue. The two mobsters sat at a small table, drinking, and watching in rapt attention. The sucking was really getting to the older woman, who lolled back in the chair, shuddering from time to time. She pulled her legs up, spreading them wide, then hooking them over the blond girl's shoulders. She was moaning constantly now, tossing her head from side to side, reaching down to clutch the blond head and pull it even deeper into her needy core. She started to roll her hips again in an instinctive movement that rapidly that changed to bucking up against that blond face, now buried in her cunt. Nikki's bobbing head went on, mindless, rapidly lapping the cunt lips from bottom to top, while her sprawled mistress squirmed and wiggled in her seat. The girl was practically drowning in the heavy smell, the tangy taste, the copious wetness of the lusty woman's aroused sex. She felt sure her mistress was about to come, and she redoubled her efforts, determined to bring her off. Natalie grunted. A tight, earthy grunt. Her hands, which had been playing in the soft, blond hair, now tightened, and she grabbed her slave and forced Nikki's mashed face deep into her crotch. She held the suffocating girl there; raised her hips, shook and trembled, pressing herself to her captive, and coming with an explosive yell. With two solid motions of her hips, she slammed her clit up against the girl's nose, grinding herself down on Nikki's face, rubbing her sloppy cunt all over the pretty face of Nikki Paradise while waves of pulsating pleasure radiated throughout her jaded, middle-aged body. End of Part 4 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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