Message-ID: <32482asstr$1000080603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: <3B9B1F2B.67FF@earthlink.net> From: Andrew Roller Reply-To: roller666@earthlink.net MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 09 Sep 2001 07:47:25 PDT X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sun, 09 Sep 2001 14:47:25 GMT Subject: {ASSM} a gift of pain, chapter two Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2001 20:10:03 -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: dennyw, hecate - NND --------------------------------------------------------- Visit my FTP site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Roller/ <--click Click, or put the address into your browser. All my stories are there. --------------------------------------------------------------- Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in A GIFT OF PAIN Chapter Two "I crave your bottom. I crave to see it violated," Thomas told her when they were alone again, after Lindsey had gone home. She put her face to his chest. She kissed his bare hard flesh, marvelling that a man old enough to be her father could be so vibrantly strong. When she was finished kissing him, playing with his chest hairs with her tongue, she looked up at him. "What- what do you want with my bottom?" she asked him. He gazed down at her, all innocence, still so artless even after their night together at the townhouse. She was only 16. She still had so much to learn. "I have heard of a device. I want to put you to it," he said. He took hold of her bottom. She gasped a little as he gripped it. She still hurt from the whip. "Don't," she pouted. "I insist," he replied. He told her that he did not own the device, he would have to take her someplace and have it applied to her there. Naturally it would entail others seeing; she shivered at that. "I cannot help it," he said. "As I do not own it I don't control its use. I'm sure, seeing a pretty young thing like yourself, the owners will wish to watch." They went to a winery. The couple were in their late 30's. The woman was still ravishing; the man was a lawyer and not overly handsome, but he worked out and was trim and fit. "Perhaps here you will learn to take whomever I put you to," Thomas told Lindsey, kissing her as he said this in front of the couple. "You will not merely accept the idea, mentally, but the actual fact of it. Perhaps," he said, and the lawyer looked suddenly more alert, for who but himself could be meant by such a proposition? They went into a small room. There, for the first time, Lindsey saw the wicked thing that Thomas had heard about. "Here is the engine," Beverly, the lawyer's wife, explained to Lindsey, as she pressed herself frightfully against her lover's chest and refused to look. Thomas made her look; Beverly continued. "And here is the crank shaft, and here the penis," Beverly said. She pointed to a dildo which the machine would drive. And then she had her husband, Bob, unveil an assortment of hollow dildo coverings which the fake penis could accept. Lindsey tried not to look; the device itself was frightful enough without gazing upon the things which could be attached to it. They came in an assortment of sizes and colors. Some had little ribs circling them, others had studs, others had, for what wicked purpose Lindsey couldn't imagine, points. "I want you to undress and take this," Thomas said to Lindsey. The girl insisted on keeping her face pressed to his chest. "No," she murmured. "Yes, you must take it," Thomas said. After a bit of kissing, with the lawyer and Barbara watching, placidly, as if waiting while their guests finished tea, Lindsey asked, "Must I take it in my pussy?" "No," Thomas said. "You must take it in your bottom." With many expressions of willfulness and regret Lindsey was urged out of her clothes. Beverly helped; she was a big titted woman who looked like she had spent many a lusty evening at the winery, though perhaps not with a girl so young. When Lindsey was naked, the others still clothed, she was urged down onto her hands and knees. Her breasts hung like heavy fruit, swaying nervously, her hair clouded her face and eyes. Beverly got a pink ribbon and bound up Lindsey's hair so that they would be able to observe her face during the "procedure," as it was now called. When Lindsey was settled they bound her wrists and ankles to iron rings set in the floor. Then they got out a big tub of vaseline. "You will not be able to control the pace or speed of it, dear," Beverly advised Lindsey when her bottom-hole had been well greased. The men took care of greasing the cock; they looked like two eager boys, happy to try something naughty. "You must concentrate entirely on opening yourself," Beverly told Lindsey. She made the girl bend her back down more, and arch out her bottom. "Spread your cheeks," she told the girl, meaning not with her hands, for Lindsey needed her hands on the floor to support herself, but by sticking out her ass, as far as possible. When Lindsey was as prepared as a person could be for an impalement they drew a padded pole across the small of her back. They locked it down to two support posts; Lindsey was like someone trapped under a low-slung sawhorse. Then they eased the cock forward so that it entered between her hinds. Lindsey screamed. The thing was not on yet, they were simply positioning it against her anus. "Stay," Beverly said, much as if she might be speaking to a recalcitrant mare in a covering box. "Now I will start it," Bob said to Thomas. Lindsey's lover nodded. But first he said, "I love you," to Lindsey. She only pouted, looking back at him. "Oooh!" Lindsey gasped, a moment later, as the machine started with a quiet hum. The penis cranked forward a little, as if testing Lindsey's ass hole. Then the drive shaft rotated, pulling the cock back. For a second Lindsey was free of it and then it came forward again, and the cock pushed against her bottom hole more firmly. "Oooh!" Lindsey had just time to cry before the penis retreated again, but this time when it shot forward it pressed hard against her. They had strapped her down, she could not resist it or ease herself off it as it insisted on knocking hard on her asshole. Then it was gone again, a little, pulling back from her cheeks but not out of her cheeks. Lindsey squeezed her bottom, trying to trap it to keep it from coming forward again, but it was mechanical. It could not be stopped by mere flesh, especially the soft bottom flesh of a 16-year-old girl! "Ahhhh!" Lindsey cried. For this time the thing breached her anus, hard and implacably, driving its nose in a little. Then it was gone, but only barely out of the anus before it shot forward again. Deeper and deeper it went. Vainly Lindsey tried to control its depth or its speed but she could not. "Open, you must open and receive," Beverly told the girl. And, having no choice in the matter, tears streaming down her cheeks and screams escaping from her lungs, Lindsey took the thing, into the depths of her guts. When it was really going at her, threatening to tear her, Bob began applying a cat o' nine tails to Lindsey's bottom. The girl shrieked. She was on her hands and knees, all exposed, right down to her well-penetrated bottom hole, her cunt able to take the lashes all to readily if the man wished to swing the whip down there. "Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" Lindsey cried. The thing could fuck forever, she knew that and it terrified her. At last they stopped it. As soon as it was out of her Beverly stooped down and applied her finger to Lindsey's unprotected cunt. She frigged the girl to bliss; the men clapped when Lindsey came and then peed on her to let her know that no matter how much Thomas loved her, she was now going to be a complete and totally submissive slave. So much Thomas told her, after it was done, and Lindsey trembled at what she had gotten herself into. Then Bob was put to her, for Thomas knew she did not care for the man. He fucked her lustily, Thomas took Beverly to let Lindsey know that all must be open here, to any possibility. Afterwards, though feeling a kind of sullen pride, Lindsey wept, when they allowed her to be by herself in the bathroom. She had matured, all right, straight into being a pissed on whore! 30 We have reviewed this story and recommend it to all young people as a cautionary tale. - Gary and Bill. ----------------------- Dreamgirls! ----------------------- -- More stories at: http://groups.google.com/ Search by typing: roller666@earthlink.net Click on "Power Search" Change "standard" archive to "complete" archive. -- Other providers: IFLC: http://assm.asstr-mirror.org and http://asstr-mirror.org Anya's Lil' Hideaway: http://www.insatiable.net/ Silver: http://www.mr-yellow.com/goodies The Backdrop Club: http://www.backdrop.com Usenet Newsgroup: alt.sex.stories.moderated -- Great art books by David Hamilton and Jock Sturges are at: http://www.amazon.com http://bn.com (photos of naked little girls) -- Naked little girls/politics: http://www.AlessandraSmile.com Man/boy love: http://www.nambla.de Politics: http://www.lp.org http://www.isil.org http://www.fear.org http://www.fija.org http://www.aclu.org -- Naughty Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427) is copyright 2001 by Andrew Roller. 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