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Subject: {ASSM} Dark Side of the Arts  part 1 (F/m, BDSM, nc, oral)
Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2001 23:10:11 -0500
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(C) 2001.  All rights reserved.  You are given permission to read this story
for your single enjoyment.  It can not be made publicly available by any
means.  If you want to make it publiccly available, ask me, and I'll provide
you WRITTEN permission (on paper with my signature) to do so ... probably.

This story is a work of fiction.
This story contains graphic depictions of non-consensual sex
This story contains graphic depictions of bondage
This story contains graphic depeictions of people hurting other people
(sado-masochism)

If any of the above is illegal where you live or illegal because of your age
please don't read this story.  If any of the above offends you, please don't
read this story.  However, if any of the above *really* offended you then
you shouldn't be reading this newsgroup, and you CERTAINLY shouldn't be
reading a story with BDSM, and nc (which stands for non-consensual) in the
subject header.  If you are reading this story, don't claim to be offended
by it.

***

She was perhaps only six, but like most little girls loved to play with
other girls hair.  Luckily, her older sister LOVED to have her hair brushed.

"Annie," the little girls said glancing into the mirror that reflected her
older sister's naked body.  "Will I have muscles like you?"

"If you exercise like I do," Ann replied lightly flexing her arm and
watching the muscles ripple beneath her skin.  She wasn't built like those
she-males in bodybuilding.  Instead, she was built more like the women that
do the aerobics competitions on ESPN.  This was seen to by not only an hour
every other day in the gym, but an hour every other day studying Karate, in
which she was now a third degree black-belt.

"Is my chest going to ... swell up like that?"

Ann turned to look at her sister.  "Yes, of course.  I don't know if your
chest will get as big as mine.  It will probably only get like mom's.  Why,
don't you like it?"

Veronica nodded.  "I think you're pretty."

Ann smiled widely and kissed her sister on the forehead.  "Why thank you V.
I've got to get dressed now though."

Veronica jumped onto her sisters bed.  "Where are you going?  Can I come?"

"I'm going out with some friends, and no, you can't come."

"Why not?"

"Because we are going to places where they only allow adults."

"Really," Veronica said, her face brightening up.  "Maybe you'll see Daddy
and can bring him home."

Ann got both sad and angry at the same time.  "Daddy had to go far away
honey.  I'm sure I won't see him."

Actually, she and her best friend were planning on bar-hopping through the
"dives" in town.  Indeed, she secretly hoped she would find her stepfather
.... but she wouldn't be bringing him home.  If she ever found him, she had
other ideas.

She glanced at the clock and saw that her mother would be home soon and
hurried to her closet.  She pulled on a very short mini-dress, then over top
of that pulled on a much longer, very conservative dress she frequently wore
to family events.  For shoes, she put on a pair of white flats.

At 22, she could do whatever she wanted legally, but didn't want to listen
to her mothers lectures.

Once in front of the miror, she moothd her dress out and smiled.  The straps
of the mini-dress looked like bra-straps.  Her mom would never guess her
real intentions for the evening.

She heard the door open and her mom call out "I'm home."

Ann grabbed her purse, then her sisters hand.  "Come on, lets go say hi."

They ran out of the room and the short distance down the hallway

"Mom, Helen and I are going out.  Don't wait up."

She snatched the keys from her mothers hand and headed out the door, then
turned and looked back at her sister.  "And don't YOU wait up either."

Veronica giggled.  Both Ann and her mother sighed.  That giggle told the
both of them that she would in fact be staying up.  Oh sure, she'd go to
bed, but wouldn't go to sleep until after Ann came home.

"Try not to make it too late dear," her mom said.

"It's Friday night mom, V doesn't have school tomorrow.  If she stays up all
night waiting for me, then we'll both just slep in tomorrow."

Her mom sighed again.  "Ok, you're old enough to make your own decisions."

Ann spun and headed to the single car.

On the outside, it looked like an old beat up clucker.  The engine however
purred like a kitten thanks to the ministrations of Ann and Helen.

She started the car up, pulled out of the driveway, and drove the short
distance to her best friends "house".

Helen's "house" was actually a very old retail store left to her by her
parents.  When her parents died, Helen moved out of their house because she
couldn't afford the mortgage, sold off everything in the store, and used
that money to turn the place into her home.  Helen used to regularly ask Ann
to come and live with her, but had long since stopped.  She new Ann wouldn't
leave until her sister was old enough to be left alone in the house by
herself.

Ann used her key and let herself in.  "Helen, I'm here."

"Back in my bedroom."

Helen was still drying her hair, obviously having just gotten out of the
shower.  Helen didn't have quite as large a chest as Ann did, but her
naturally blond hair, blue eyes, and slightly more curveasous figure made
her in many ways much prettier than Ann.  Ann had, many times, been asked to
dance at the strip clubs.  Helen had been asked to do swimsuit magazines.

"So I wonder what Sensei would say if he knew what we were going to do
tonight," Helen asked.

Ann shook her head.  "You say that everynight we go Jumping."

"Maybe that'sbecause I wonder what he'd say."

"I tell you what he'd say.  First, he would get mad, then he would calm
down, then he'd kick us out and never let us back in the Dojo again."

"So, you want to change out of that thing," Helen said looking at Ann's
dress.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

She tried to pull just her top dress off, but the mini underneath was stuck
to it, so she pulled them both off, then reapplied the mini-dress.

"Much better," Helen said with a smile.  Helen walked over to her closet and
pulled out a burgundy leather mini-dress that zipped up the front.  She left
the zipper down low enough that it showed a lot, but no so slow she was in
danger of "falling out".  Like Ann, she picked a pair of white flats to
wear.

"Lets hit it," Ann said.

The two drove to their first stop, a little dive bar that was mostly home to
barflies.  Tonight however they'd heard that a couple of gang boys had shown
up, not to cause any trouble, but to hussle the locals out of some money at
the pool tables.

Ann and Helen got out of the car, and exchanged smiles.  "Lets show em
what's up."

The didn't just walk into the bar, the *slinked* in, and headed straight for
the pool tables.

The place had three tables.  Two were currently being used, each had one of
the gang boys and one of the locals.  The third table was busted, and
therefore, empty.

"Daaaaaamn girls," one of the gang members that wasn't playing said.  "You
honeys are HOT.  Why don't you just slide yourselves up over here next to
Chilly."

"Fuck him," the remaining member said.  "Both ya'all can put your lovely
selves here next ta me."

"Easy boys," Helen said.  "There's two of us."

They bided their time with idle talk, and moved the subject to pool.  It
didn't take long before they had gotten the drooling men to agree to a game,
and to allow them to break.

Helen reached into her purse and pulled a twenty from her purse and laid it
on the table while Ann got a cue.

The four members gathered around, while their leader anted up the dollar.

Ann broke, and dropped on high ball and one low ball.  Ann walked around the
table, and as she walked by Helen, she reached out, and brshed the back of
her hand across Helen's breasts.  The four men's jaws all dropped, while the
other men in the bar, who had seen the two ladies in action before,
snickered.

Ann dropped one more ball, and then Helen go up onto the table and spun
around, placing her legs along the edges of the table, but off the playing
area.  With such a short dress, and her legs spread so far apart, each of
the men got an unobstructed view of her unpantied crotch.

"It's just so hot in here," Helen said with a giggle.

Ann dropped another ball.

With that as her cue, she hiked her dress up a little farther, spread her
pussy lips apart, and blew down at herself.

"Ahh, that's better."

"Yo honey, let me take car o' that for ya," said one of the men.

"Oh no," Helen said ... as Ann sunk yet another ball.  "Then your buddies
wouldn't be able to enjoy the show."

Helen arched her back, and began playing with herself.  This placed her hand
right over top of the hole.  The four men looked at Helen gape jawed.  Ann
however began firing balls into the hole Helen sat over.  Slight movements
of Helens hand directed each of the balls into the hole.  Ann was aiming at
the eight ball to win the game when the leader finally woke up and grabbed
the back of Ann's stick, preventing her from finishing.

"Never hussle a hussler honey," he said angrily.  "You ladies are cheatin.
You lose your money."

Ann stood up, the smile vanishing from her face and Helen got down.

"I'm going to finish this shot, and if you try and stop me, I'm going to
kick your ass all over this bar."

He looked at her and laughed.  He was taller by a good four inches, and
heavier by a good hundred pounds.  "You can finish the shot if you want, but
you ain't gettin our money."

Ann turned, rapidly sunk the remaining ball, then stod up.  "I want my
twenty back, and the twenty you put up.  You lost."

"Ain't gona happen dear.  The only thing you're gona get from me is big,
black, sausage."

"What do you think Ann, do we teach 'em a lesson?"

Ann smiled evilly.  "Oh yeah, we teach em a lesson."

In complete unison, they both went into action.

Ann tossed her cue at the leader.  He easily reachd out and snatched it,
giving Ann his arms.  She grabbed, twisted, and used his own body leverage
to slam his face down onto the pool table.

Helen meanwhile jumped, and kicked two men in the balls HARD.

The remaining man charged Ann.  She yanked the leader around, then met the
charging man ... with her foot.

An instant later, and Helen's rabbit punch to the base of his head put him
out.

"You," Ann said smiling, "Are coming with us."

The leader made a few attempts at fighting, but that only forced Ann to
wrench on his arm all the more.  Already it felt as if the tendons were
about to give way, and he was sure at least one muscle had been pulled.

Unable to do anything else, he complied, and allowed himself to be lead out
of the bar.  "You're gonna have some fun tonight," one of the barflies said
slurring ... then laughed uproariously.

Ann and Helen lead the man out to the car.  From Ann's purse, two pairs of
handcuffs were pulled.  First, the leaders ankles were cuffed, next they did
his hands.

"What the FUCK are you two bitches doin?"

Helen reached under his shirt with one hand, and down his pants with the
other.  She grabbed a hold of a nipple, squeezed and twisted it as hard as
she could.  With the other hand, she grabbed his pubic hair and pulled.

He growled in pain until Helen stopped.

"Shut up," Ann said as she opened the door, then pushed him into the back
seat.  Helen got him the rest of the way in, then joined him in the back
seat while Ann got in the drivers seat and started the car.

They returned to Helen's "house" and took him into the "play room" where he
was chained to the floor spread eagle and all his clothing removed.  The
entire time he swore, he threatened, and he cajoled.

He stopped the instant Ann placed her foot on his crotch.  "I thought I said
to shut up."

She eased her foot down, enjoying watching the man squirm beneath her foot.

"Men should not speak in the presence of a woman," Helen continued.  "You
need to learn some proper manners."

Helen placed a bucket full of cothesline clamps next to him, and began
applying them in a line down his left arm.  While he never screamed out in
pain, he didn't have to.  The look on his face said it all. Ann then got
into the game, placing them along his right arm as helen continued down his
body until she reached his ankles.  She then waited until Ann was done.  The
two smild at each other, grabbed another clamp, then leaned down and began
to lick and suck on his nipples.  As they stiffened up, they quickly sat up,
pinched a little extra skin, and they eached placed their clamp.

This did draw another growl of pain.

"God damn you," he said.  "Let me the fuck GO!"

"Awww, I thought you had learned," Helen said as if she were speaking to a
child.  "Now you need to be punished."

Helen went to the wall and got down a tool that generally belongs in a
neurologists office.  A metal handle leads up to a metal wheel, along the
wheel are metal points.  It is used by doctors to lightly run along the skin
to test for sensation.

A little more preassure means something else entirely.

Helen got down between his legs while Ann bent down and began sucking him
until he was good and hard.

She sat up, and Helen lightly placed the tool at the base of his now
throbbing cock.  "Men should stay silent in the presence of women," she said
as she slowly applied more preassure.  The man began squirming in pain, and
Helen slowly pushed the tool up his dick, dicking into it enough to draw
blood.  His squirms of pain trned into howles as she reached the head.
Almost instantly his dick deflated, and she pulled the tool back down along
his rapdily sofentening member.

"Now, keep your damn mouth closed."

Ann and Helen then grabbed two more clamps each.  These were placed on his
ball sack.

And yes, he screamed like a stuck pig.

Ann stood up and slowly pulled her dress up and over her head.  She
straddled the man's head, then lowered herself down onto his face.

"Lick me you sorry fuck," she demanded.

For some strange reason, he decided not to do it.

Ann reached back and applied some preassure to the nipple clamps.  He cried
out in pain, then began vigorously licking at Ann's cunt.  "There you go
little boy.  Now you're learning.  You ned to listen to your betters ...
which is any woman."

Ann arched her back, and began to get into it.  She placed both of her hands
on his chest, and would periodically flick, or apply preassure to one of the
nipple clamps.

Helen bent down and began sucking the man off  As he grew hard, his ball
sack shrunk.  Helen grinned in pleasure knowing that new paing was hitting
the man's brain.  She slowly went down on him, taking his full length into
her mouth and down her throat.  Nice and easy she fucked him with her mouth.
As he grew used to the pain in his ball sack, she began to tug on them,
flick them.  Between her and Ann, new pain was a constant.

Ann however was going into an orgasm.  she was roughly smashing her pussy
into his face, digging it along his tongue and nose.

"Fuck me,  oh yes you sorry shit, lick me.  Do it."

Her words became jumbled as speaking went by the way side in the throes of
the orgasm.

She slumped forward, and ran her hands along the clamps on his arms.  Both
women laughed when he cried out in new pain.

"He's pretty damn good," Ann said.  "You want a go?"

"Oh yeah," she replied.  Helen got up, unzipped her dress, and shrugged it
off.

"Now it's my turn fucker," Helen said as she straddled him and Ann took
Helen's former position.

The two repeated their earlier ministrations.  Helen demanded a good cunt
licking, and when he didn't move to whatever she wanted before she said it,
she would do something with the nipple clamps, then make the demand.

Ann was performing an almost exact duplicate of Helen's technique earlier.
She sucked him off, yet caused so much pain in his balls that ejaculation
was simply not likely, especially since everytime it seemed he was going to
get close, she would change and hit other clamps on his legs or along his
body.

Helen rode him for much less time than Ann did before she came.

"You're right, he is good.  What do you say, want to give him a chance at
freedom?"

Ann shrugged.  "Sure."

They undid his hands, and left the keys on his belly for him to remove his
own ankle cuffs.

In a moment he was up.  "No I'm gona teach you bitches a lesson."

Ann and Helen just shook their heads and looked disappointed.  "Why are they
always so stupid?"

Ann shrugged.  The man charged, but Helen and Ann both spun, yanked foot
long thick wooden rods from the wall, and whacked at him as he charged.

The two pounced on him.  However, he was large, fast, and enraged.  He
shrugged off their blows, spun, and roundhouse punched at Helen.

Helen ducked, but just a hair too late, and the punch hit the top of her
skull and sent her reeling.

Ann drove into him.  One to his now unguarded nose and another to his eye.

His nose exploded in a fountain of blood but he avoided the strike at his
eye.

"Fuckin cunt, I'm gonna kill you."

Ann laughed.  Helen was just gettig up behind him.  She reached up and
yanked the clamps on his nut sack off.  He screamed in pain and Ann spun
around in a spinning back kick that landed squarely on his jaw.  His head
kicked over and he was knocked down, but not out.

Helen grabbed a whip from the wall and lashed out with it.

"MEN DO NOT SPEAK IN THE PRESENCE OF A WOMAN,"

He backed away from her, but Ann snatched another whip from the wall and
moved to cover the door.  Together they rained blows down on him until he
stopped moving.

"Go back to where we cuffed you earlier," Helen commanded.

With pain filled movements, he did as he was told.

"Now, cuff you ankles back up, then do one of your arms.

Knowing now the pain of dsobedience, he did as he was told.  Helen then
reapplied the remaining cuff.

"We've given many men the same opportunity," Helen said as she paced around
him.  "All you stupid fucks would have had to do is turn and run out the
door.  I'm sure your dumb fucking ass could easily out run us.  But nooooo.
You have to try and teach US a lesson.  We are WOMEN you dumb fucking little
prick.  We are better than you.  We are smarter than you.  When a man is
around a woman, his ONLY function in his worthless little shit of a life is
to DO WHAT WE SAY AND KEEP HIS FUCKING MOUTH SHUT.  We really don't give a
rats ass about what you have to say, or what you think.  When I want your
opinion, I'll piss into your mouth.  And you, you were especially fucking
stupid.  You didn't even take the time to remove the clamps.  I wonder if
you don't actually enjoy them."

"I don't know about you," Ann said with a wicked grin, "But kicking his ass
has made me horny."

She looked down at him, then demanded "Get hard."

She stood there, waiting for a few moments, knowing he wouldn't.  "Refuse to
listen huh.  Ok then you no good piece of dick meat."

She bent down, and ripped a couple of the clamps from him.  she got down on
her knees, and put his dick into her mouth, and sucked on him as she ripped,
one by one, every clamp she could.  When she couldn't reach anymore, Helen
continued up his arms, slowly yanking each one off.  Even with pain of the
clamps being brutally removed from his body, Ann's expert blow job stiffened
his prick.

"Get me a crop dear," Ann asked.

"Ohh, good idea."

She rabbed two riding crops from the wall and tossed one of them to Ann.
Helen sat down on the man's face while Ann sat down on his dick.

Both women began smacking the places where the clamps used to reside with
their crops as they got team fucked by the *former* gang leader beneath
them.

Both women rode the man, Helen forcing a cunt licking, and Ann riding his
dick, for only two minutes until Ann felt his dck explode inside her.

"Mother FUCKER," she screamed.  "You sorry son of a bitch!  Did I give you
permission to cum?  DID I!?!  I wan't even close to an orgasm and you think
YOU deserved one you worthless sack of shit!"

Helen looked at her incredulously.  "He came?"

"Yes, the sorry piece of shit."

"I can't believe he would dare to do somthing so idiotic.  Surely he isn't
THAT stupid."

Ann stood up, and wiped her fingers along her pussy, and showed them to
Helen.  "Look.  He came.  Damn stupid fuckin' MORON."

"Oh, this needs some real punishment.  What do you think?"

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