Message-ID: <33135asstr$1004231402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail Reply-To: "Musker" From: "Musker" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MIMEOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2001 14:00:34 PDT X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2001 21:00:34 GMT Subject: {ASSM} RP:"Omens" prt5 D/s, nc, B and D, MFf+ Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2001 21:10:02 -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: hecate, gill-bates This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject matter or not an adult of legal age. "Omens" A Halloween Tale (part 5) (the finale) by Musker (Later in another part of the mansion) "Doctor Stein! I was so surprise that bought the girl you worked on for the party." "Yes Madame. To be honest, I was too. But when I seen her up there looking just like I wanted her to, I felt like I lost something. Something near and dear to my heart. That is when I knew I had to have her once more. Even if it was for a short period of time." "I see, so what are your plans for her Doctor?" "Well, I plan on continuing my research with the mind inhibitor and flesh enhancer. I think, with her assistance, I can perfect both of them." "Yes, I understand, but remember my warning Dr. Stein." "Of course Madame. Nothing will happen to her that she doesn't want to happen. But I can tell you this Madame Rouso. Come Christmas, you will see one very good looking woman strutting her well endowed form like a model on the catwalk, without a care in the world." "And speaking of her sexy self, here she comes now." They both watched with smiles as Madame's aid ushered Karol over to them. Karol was wearing a long black rubber cape with it's hood over her head and tied with a bow under her chin. Underneath, her arms were strapped to her body and she was still wearing the sexy costume that Dr. Stein put on her, including the two dildoes. Her enhanced lips were in a full pucker as the hood and chin tie kept them tightly closed. "I wish you both a very happy time Dr. Stein. And I am looking forward to seeing both of you at my Christmas party." "And thank you Madame Rouso for giving me the best time of my life. Thank you so very much dear lady." Karol was forced to look on in complete silence and submission. The dildoes in her butt and pussy were still active with the remote control in the evil doctor's possession. Her life was no longer hers to live as she wanted. At least not until Christmas, if then. And right now, that seemed like a very long time away. Madame watched as the Doctor escorted his rubber sex toy to his sports car. He affectionately positioned her in the passenger seat, strapped her in tightly and closed the door. A final wave between the Doctor and Madame noted the end of their meeting as the Doctor entered his car and soon drove slowly away. "Prince Ackmen! I see you have come to claim your property. Please walk with me your Highness to where your lady in question is being prepared. And please tell me dear sir what you have planned for your ebony slave girl." "It will be my pleasure Madame. I have talked with the Professor and he has told me that said slave could stay in her mummy condition for several days. So I plan on keeping her like that for a few more days in my royal palace. I have already phoned my orders to my staff to prepare a nice display stand for her. The Professor has also told me of her pleasure/pain stimulators too. I think she will make a lovely piece of fine art in the center of my palace's foyer. I am also looking forward to all the pleasure I will have as I cycle her through each of the stimulator's settings." "And what do you have plan for her afterwards your Highness?" "I will have her washed, dressed and made a member of my special personal harem. There, she will be taught how to please a man, and a woman, in the many ways of making love." "I have heard that this girl can be VERY, how shall I say it, "stubborn" your Highness?" "Oh yes my dear lady, I know what you mean. I had the pleasure of conversing with her for a time at your party before your aid took her away. And just from that little discussion I could tell she was a very independent and strong willed woman. A woman that I had to get under my dominant thumb one way or another. And your special event was the opportune way to do so Madame. But once I have her out of her cocoon, I and my very well trained staff, who can break even a head strong mule without damaging a single hair on it's body, will knock that chip off her shoulder in no time at all. Even though this woman may present a challenge for them, I have complete faith in their ability to make this woman submit in due course. By the time I bring her back to you Madame, she will be a much more demure woman. Oh she will still have her unique personality intact all right. But she will be a bit more "compliant" if you will, and none the worst for wear." "That sounds most impressive your Highness. I am eager to see the NEW Charlene when she comes back on Christmas. Speaking of her, here she is." The mummified Charlene was laying inside a large wooden crate. The interior was full of rubber cushion inserts so as not to damage her intricate wrappings. A small mask was put over her wrapped face feeding her a rich mixture of oxygen for her lungs during her long trip. Madame and the Prince watched closely as her staff put the lid over Charlene's modern day sarcophagus and nailed it in place. "My staff will be more than willing to transport your property to your airplane your Highness. Do you expect any trouble from customs?" "Thank you Madame, that is most kind of you. As to trouble Madame, no, I do not expect any. I have a friend who will use his diplomatic immunity to get the crate loaded on my plane without any inspection from customs." "In that case, have a safe trip to your homeland your Highness, and enjoy your new toy." "Thank you Madame." The Prince took Madame's hand in his and kissed it. He then followed Madame's staff as they proceeded to move the crate by forklift to an open bed truck. Soon the Prince and Charlene disappeared into the eerie night too. Madame turned and seen her friend Ms. Waneright approaching. She was wearing a big smile the likes of which made Madame giggle. "Sandra E. Waneright! FIVE point FIVE MILLION DOLLARS? For TWO young women? I can understand the one, but two? And the manner in which you did it was very bold my dear friend." "Oh Madame, I did not want the opportunity to elude me. Besides, I have numerous plans as to how I am going to reap my revenge on my little friend Su-Lee. And having her dearest friend with her for me to play with makes it all the more satisfying for me. For it was her, Su-Lee, who stoled my invitation and made me look quite the old fool in your eyes." "Now, now, Sandra. You know I meant what I said at the auction. Even if it involves a good friend like you. I will not tolerate having either girl turned into compost." "I know Madame, and I will abide by your edict. I have decided to transfer practically all of my business responsibilities to my children. I am going to start enjoying myself now just like you said. There is a special boutique I own on the west coast that I will be spending the vast majority of my time at, along with my two slave girls. It is a bondage fetish store and I plan of having my slaves doing a lot of modeling for me and my patrons in the next two months. I will also train my two lovely pets to become first class lesbians, even if they don't want to. They will soon learn how to please me, my lady friends and each other in all the ways to make a woman feel good, AND, in the most kinkiest ways possible. Come Christmas Madame, you will see two very changed women, in more than just personality. Ah, and speaking of the two little devils here they come now." Madame turned and witnessed one of her staff leading two silent bound women by leashes. Each leash was attached to a short chain running between two fierce looking nipple clamps. They were nude except for a pair of very high heeled leather shoes. Both were wearing a body hardness that kept their arms bound together behind their back and tightly to their body. It also kept two dildoes firmly planted inside both lower holes. Their gags were very brief and very unusual. They were made and fastened according to Ms. Waneright's explicit instructions. A piece of metal stock was bent into a right angled "Z". One leg of the "Z" was fastened to the front of their collars. The center part was placed under their jaw holding it horizontal and level. The other part of the leg went straight up in front of their lower face ending just under their nose. A ring had been inserted through their recently pierced septum's and locked to another small ring welded onto the outside of this vertical leg. If they tried to lower their jaw, even a tiny bit, the bracket would pull directly down on their still throbbing nose ring causing them vastly more pain than they were already in. Another piece of metal was welded to this same vertical leg but it was hidden from the casual viewer as it extended into their mouth. It looked and acted like a doctor's tongue depressor. It went deep into their mouths and forced their tongue down flat. This piece of metal went so far in that if the girls tried to speak or make any loud sounds it immediately made them feel like they were going to gag and vomit. Something they definitely did not want to happen under their present circumstances. Thus the girls were all meek and silent while their eyes spoke volumes as to their fear, sorrow and physical distress. The man gave the ends of the leash to Ms. Waneright who took them and pulled on them hard almost causing the two girls to trip over their hobbled leg irons. Another staff member came up to the four women and proceeded to place rubber coats around the two bound and gagged slave girls. When he was done the girls no longer needed the leg irons, as the man removed and took them away with him. For the coat was more like a body hugging rubber tube that went from ankle to collar leaving their tether nipples in plain view. "Well Madame Rouso, I must be going. I have a lot planned for my two pets here and very little time to do it in. Thank you again Madame for such a wonderful time." The two women hugged and kissed as Su-Lee and Maria looked on in their rubber, gagged and pierced torment. Ms. Waneright then turned and began to walk out to her car. She didn't bother looking back to see how her slaves were progressing behind her. But both girls were doing their best to keep up with their mistress, sometimes walking in rapid tiny steps and other times hopping close behind her like little bunny rabbits. When they reached the limousine, the driver instantly opened the truck. He then picked up a squirming moaning Su-Lee and plunked her in the trunk on her back. Next came the other little human sausage, plopping her right down next to the other. He then slowly closed the trunk lid leaving the two weeping and repenting slave girls in total darkness. Just before Sandra entered the comfortable back seat she waved to Madame her good-byes. Her sinister glowing smile extending from one ear to the other. A joyful Madame waved back to her dear friend in turn. As Madame turned to go back inside she seen the man who paid four million dollars for her precious little pet Muffee'. He was helping two of her staff load one of those plastic animal shipping containers into his stylish SUV. She decided to walk over and greet her long time friend. "Mr. Roberts, I was so please to see you were able to accept my invitation to the Halloween party. It has been a long time since we seen one another, no?" The mature man dressed in a western cowboy outfit that looked surprisingly apropos even for today standards extended his hand to greet and thank his hostess for inviting him. His personality matched that of his outfit. The strong silent type with graying hair at the temples. "Thank you Madame Rouso for inviting me. Yes it has been a long time. But I am glad to have been able to make it tonight. Especially with your special event and all." "Yes my friend, and paying four million dollars for my pet Muffee' here." Madame pointed to Jennifer who was staring out of the small wire grid of her confining traveling case. Her owner had provided the case and the staff stuffed her in after placing a remote control dildoe in her pussy and then putting a harness around her dog muzzle making it impossible for her to even bark now. All Jennifer could do was to remain in a tight crouching position with her head in between her paws in silent misery. "Why do you want her so badly if I may ask?" "Well, she really isn't for me. My good old faithful friend Duke lost his beloved Dutches recently and he has been moping about ever since. He's kind of old and I had plans on mating the two to keep the blood line going. Well, when Dutches died all of a sudden I thought that would be the end of it. But this young veterinarian I know came up with the idea of saving Duchess's eggs and to use them in another bitch with Duke's sperm. I have already tried two bitches to get Duke all fired up. But ol' Duke was too heart sick over his lost love to care. Yea, he's like a coyote when it comes to bonding with his mate. A real one time critter that great dog of mine." "Anyway, when I came to your party and seen Muffee' I was hit with this great idea. I remembered how fond ol' Duke was with my girlfriend. Yes siree, he was goosing her and trying to mount her leg all the time she was around. So while the auction was going on I phone that vet Doc of mine and told him what I thought. At first the phone went dead, then I heard him mutter something about "it could work". He then told me there was a chance that it could be done. But when he said "it could be done", I though he meant using Muffee' here as a simple receptacle for ol' Duke's sperm. Then he told me about something he was toiling with off and on for a year or so now. Then my side of the phone went dead for awhile." "Well, to make a long story short. We both decided to give it a shot. That's when I found out that the auction was almost over, so I had to act fast. I faintly remembered what the last bid was and quickly yelled out the first thing that came to my mind, and won! To be honest, four million is a lot of money. But good ol' Duke is definitely worth it to me." "My friend, are you telling me that you and this veterinarian of yours are going to try and mate old Duke with Muffee'?" Madame had a concerned look of disbelief on her face, a look that was magnified greatly in Jennifer's own horror stricken eyes. "Not exactly Madame. True, the doc and I will try and get ol' Duke to mount and drop his sperm inside Muffee' here. And if he does, then the doc will go in and collect Duke's seed. He will mix it with Duchess's eggs in hopes that some will be fertilized. Then, if that happens, the Doc plans on putting the embryos back into Muffee's womb in hopes that she can bring them to term." "But why not use a normal bitch to do that?" "The Doc says that he can get a bigger, more healthy litter in record time this way. Plus a lot more mumble jumble about furthering the cause of science, research and stuff like that. I don't understand it all, but it seemed to be very important to him. Personally, I think the Doc is a bit loose in the head, you know, like a mad scientist and all. But hey, I will give him credit though, he sure is one smart guy. And if he says he can do it, then I'm all for it." "But what about Muffee's health? You know me Bill, and you know I'm not one to go back on my word or make idle threats either." "There won't be any problem Madame. The Doc gave me his word on it. At worst, Muffee' here will have a simple miscarriage and reject the embryo's, with no side effects. Well, maybe her breasts will get a bit bigger, but that's about it. And at best, Muffee' will produce a healthy litter of some 6 to 10 German Shepherd pups, not to mention make medical or veterinary history in the process. And the Doc promises me that he will give Muffee' first class accommodations in his kennel too. She'll have a big cage, the best dog food money can buy, her own private dog run and round the clock monitoring too. She'll have everything a dog might want, even rubber play toy's and doggie treats. She'll be all right Madame, I promise." "Well, I hope so Bill. And if your wild plan does work, I want to be there when Muffee' drops her litter of pulps. I might even buy one from you." Madame's concern had now vanished as she began to get caught up with her friends mad plan for Jennifer. But Jennifer was still in a state of shock as to what she was going to be put through in the not to distant future. "Well Madame Rouso. I have to get a moving. Thanks again for the party and the chance to save ol' Duke's bloodline." He closed the back door on his SUV leaving Jennifer alone in her cage, and with her thoughts of being literally turned into a surrogate bitch for some back woods hick's dog and his mad scientist friend. The two hugged one another and the man got into his fancy truck and drove off into the night with high hopes for the future. Not far behind them was a toe truck pulling Jennifer's old wreck away into the night as well. Madame turned and looked into the sky. It had become a clear night after all. The moon was full and bright, and stars were shining ever so brightly. It had turned out to be a very successful party, considering. When she looked to her mansion she saw Professor Renols standing in the doorway waiting for her. A big eager smile was gleaming on his face. Madame too flashed an open smile. The rest of the night promised to be even more pleasurable for her than it had been all ready. Before she walked into the waiting arms of her gentleman friend, her mind pondered what the five gold digging party crashers will be like come Christmas. But then again, that was such a long way off. And tonight she had someone waiting for her to take her mind off everything right now. - The End - Happy Halloween All! --------------------------------------------------------------------------- I repost this, and Cornucopia come mid November, as a prequel to a NEW story concerning the party crashing five and others that will be posted in time for Christmas this December called "'Tis the Season". -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+