Message-ID: <34596asstr$1010542223@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Laura Davis" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 08 Jan 2002 21:35:34.0472 (UTC) FILETIME=[67A3DC80:01C1988C] X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Tue, 08 Jan 2002 16:35:34 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} The Gambler by Laura Lynn Davis, M/F, Rape, Torture Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2002 21:10:23 -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: gill-bates, hecate The Gambler by Laura Lynn Davis, M/F, Rape, Torture Copyright 2002 I made a big mistake when I started gambling. I made an even bigger mistake when I refused to pay my gambling debts. I didn't think they'd do anything to me. How could they? I was a familiar face on magazine covers, a household name, and I was dating a big rock star. None of that meant a thing. They took me one night as I left a club down by the piers. After a quick drive across the river to New Jersey I was put on a private jet and flown to Florida. For training. I was taken to an old hunting camp out in the Everglades after being examined and pronounced healthy by a prominent doctor. He gave me a battery of shots and told my captors that I should be okay for at least a month. We went into the swamp on an air boat. I was stripped nude as soon as we were out of sight. My wrists were bound behind my back with duct tape and my elbows were taped together so tightly that I though my shoulders would be dislocated. My legs were taped above and below my knees and at my ankles. Nobody touched me after that. I was baggage. I kept silent because they said they'd cut my tongue out if I spoke a word. At the camp, the duct tape was removed and I was lowered into a hole in the ground. And old, brick-lined well about 12 feet deep. The bottom was damp despite the drop in the water level in recent years. A grate was placed over the hole. There was a circlar opening in the center of the grate that puzzled me. A few minutes later a man stopped astride the grate. He unzipped his pants, took his cock out, and pissed on the grate. I cried out in disgust. I was in a make-shift toilet. I remained there for three days. People pissed and shit on me every few minutes. At night, a bottle of spring water was lowered down to me. I was not fed. At the end of three days the grate was removed and a ladder was lowered. I climbed out of the hole. I was covered with shit and I stank worse than you can imagine. They hosed me down and gave me more shots. Then I was allowed to bathe and rub myself with scented body lotion. Finally, I was fed. After I finished eating they made me put on a black leather hood with small eyeholes. It was locked in place and I was again warned that I'd lose my tongue if I spoke a word. I was taken to a small hut on a raised platform. The only item of furniture was a small bed. My left ankle was shackled to a ringbolt set in the floor. I sat down on the bed. I was warned to behave myself. "Any resistance and you go back in the shit hole." A few minutes later a man came in and fucked me. He was followed by another and another. I was fucked thirty times in the next twenty-four hours. Some used my mouth, some used my anus, but most were content with my pussy. A woman came in, a young athlete I recognized. She sat on the edge of the bed and pushed me down on my knees. I cried as I licked her. The second day I was fucked 34 times and used by six women. On the third day I was fucked 41 times but only two women used me. I was fed and watered once a day but I was bathed and douched every two hours. On the seventh day I was again allowed to bathe and rub myself down with scented body lotion. A man came to see me. "Have you learned your lesson, slut?" I nodded and whispered, "Yes, sir, I have." He studied me intently for a long minute. Then he told me to follow him. "I want to show you something." We walked across the mound. It was about 1/2 mile in diameter. On the far side a cross had been erected near the water. He pointed to it. "If you come here again this is where you'll go on the seventh day. And I guarantee there won't be a resurrection." We walked back across the mound to the airboat. As we neared our original starting point I was given a sundress and a pair of sandals. I was flown back to New Jersey. A long black limo met the plane. I was instructed to remove my clothes and walk to the limo. I obeyed without hesitation. A man was seated in the back of the limo. A young Asian woman was sitting next to him. She was wearing a leather vest over a black silk T-shirt, a short leather skirt, and a pair of strappy sandals. She was extremely beautiful. He pointed to the floor and said, "On your knees, slut." He lit a cigar and when it was going good he asked me if I'd learned my lesson. I nodded. "Yes, sir, I have. I'll pay and I'll do anything else you want." He held the cigar out. "Put this out. Between your legs." I took the cigar and glanced at the girl. She was smiling in anticipation. I stared into her eyes as I snubbed the cigar out against my vulva. I tried not to show how much pain it caused but I couldn't help moaning as the pain lanced through me. I put the dead cigar in the ashtray and faced them again, tears running down my cheeks. He smiled. "I have to pee." I unzipped his zipper and took his flaccid cock in my mouth. I concentrated on not gagging as his piss shot into my mouth and down my throat. I knew instinctively that I'd die if I gagged. When he was done I bent my head and wiped his cock dry on my hair. Then I tucked it back in his pants and zipped him up. He glanced at the Asian girl. She lit a cigarette and burned my right nipple with the tip. After a moment she did the same to my left nipple. I bit my lip, drawing blood, to avoid screaming. I stared her right in the eye the entire time. They gave me a raincoat to put on and dropped me off at my building. I went up and went to bed. The next day I posed for the cover of a major magazine. I paid my debt but that didn't get me off the hook. They own me. Actually, it's not they anymore. He gave me to the Asian bitch whose name is Mari. She knows many ways to have fun with a lit cigarette. I pray that she'll tire of me soon and kill me. I'd commit suicide but I'm afaid of what she'd to to me if I tried and failed. The End. _________________________________________________________________ Chat with friends online, try MSN Messenger: http://messenger.msn.com -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+