Message-ID: <36345asstr$1020366604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Received: (from root@localhost) by sara.asstr-mirror.org (8.9.3/8.9.3/Debian 8.9.3-21) id NAA07925 for root@asstr-mirror.org; Thu, 2 May 2002 13:06:40 -0400 X-Received: from web20001.mail.yahoo.com (web20001.mail.yahoo.com [216.136.225.46]) by sara.asstr-mirror.org (8.9.3/8.9.3/Debian 8.9.3-21) with SMTP id NAA07710 for ; Thu, 2 May 2002 13:06:13 -0400 X-Original-Message-ID: <20020502165139.65514.qmail@web20001.mail.yahoo.com> X-Received: from [209.195.139.159] by web20001.mail.yahoo.com via HTTP; Thu, 02 May 2002 09:51:39 PDT From: Don Winslow ReSent-Date: Thu, 2 May 2002 13:08:31 -0400 (EDT) ReSent-From: ASSTR Administration ReSent-To: ReSent-Subject: [Story-submite@asstr-mirror.org] {Winslow} "Six Days, Seven Nights" (Part 5) (D/s, MMMM/F, Humil., nc?) ReSent-Message-ID: X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 2 May 2002 09:51:39 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} "Six Days, Seven Nights" (Part 5) (D/s, MMMM/F, Humil., nc?) X-Original-Subject: [Story-submite@asstr-mirror.org] {Winslow} "Six Days, Seven Nights" (Part 5) (D/s, MMMM/F, Humil., nc?) Date: Thu, 2 May 2002 15:10:04 -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: gill-bates, dennyw <1st attachment, "Six Days 5.txt" begin> Six Days, Seven Nights (D/s, MMMM/F, humil, nc?) By Don Winslow Part 5: Tuesday Although the padded trestle was built to present her hindquarters for a proper spanking, Candace was to learn that once tied in place, her vulnerable behind would be available for any variety of imaginative uses her enthusiastic captors might dream up. And even worse, her whole ordeal was recorded, pictures taken of the voluptuous woman lewdly posed in the most humiliating positions conceivable! Like the time when, in a burst of patriotic fervor, a small flag was carefully inserted into her upraised butt. Threats were made that if the captive didn't behave, she would find pictures of herself on the internet -- wiggling her behind, the little flag fluttering merrily. Nowhere did Candace more intensely feel her utter humiliation, her enforced subjugation to these revenge-minded men, than when she was splayed naked over the padded bar. Tied securely with head lowered and breasts dangling heavily beneath her, her jutting buttocks were forced up, temptingly raised like a female animal's -- presented for mounting. And of course that obvious use occurred to the randy men who eyed up that delightful upraised rump with lustful glee...and four, painfully stiff erections. Tuesday night, as she anxiously waited their pleasure, tied helplessly over the trestle, the men toyed with her. In no particular hurry to get on with her spanking, they sprawled back in their chairs, drinking and discussing the situation. By now the waiting captive had been fucked by all four of them, repeatedly, in long marathon sessions that seemed to go on all night, but as of yet no one had forced her to take a prick up her behind. Still, she knew from the sly innuendos, that it would only be a matter of time till one of them fucked her up the ass. And from the explicit way they were joking, now, she was sure that time was about to come. They speculated aloud as to whether their "guest" had ever known the pleasures of anal intercourse and all agreed that Miz Candy Ass would never allow her person to be so violated -- at least not by anyone below the "corporate" level. When the laughter died down, there was a good natured argument as to who would be the first to have her precious ass. They cut cards and Ben won. The others crowded closer while lucky Ben took off and neatly folded his pants, then skimmed down his jockey shorts to release a taut, slender prick that bobbed up to stand quivering right in front of Candace's eyes. Someone handed him a tube of lubricant and while she watched, he proceeded to grease his upstanding prick. He had made a point of letting her watch him as he stroked his slightly bowed penis while assuring her with a grin that she would soon have his manhood all the way up her ass - provided she asked him most politely! Candace had never been so humiliated in her entire life than when she had to say the words, to ask, no, to beg her former underling to please fuck her in the ass - for those were the exact words she was made to use while her bottom jutted back in lewd invitation. Grinning to his colleagues, Ben got down on his knees behind her. She tensed up when she felt him take her naked rearend in both hands, rudely press his thumbs into her crack, and pry apart the squeezed mounds of her softly yielding asscheeks. While he held the pliant mounds open with both hands, someone else lent a finger to apply the greasy gel to Ms. Candace Ashbee's spasmodically clenching anus. The impertinent finger took advantage of the moment to press on that tightly closed reargate, testing the tiny coil of muscle that refused to yield to the tentative probe. Her instinctive reaction merited a stern warning about being more cooperative, accompanied by a stinging swat on the behind. Then the finger returned, to press again, harder now, forcing its way through the fleshy ring of muscle and finally screwing its way up her ass, as Candace grunted from deep in her throat and tried to rise up in her bounds. Abruptly, the stiffened finger withdrew, and she felt her the twinge in her asshole, a feeling of definite relief at having expelled the intruder. But the respite was only temporary, for now Ben stepped up behind the bent-over woman, till his hips were pressed to the twin curves and his upright penis was wedged solidly between her cowering rearcheeks. Over the gag, Candace's eyes widened in alarm as the sliding prick made its masculine presence felt in the most intimate place. She reared up as much as her restraints would allow as she felt the nestling penis move up her crack, poke her tentatively, then press with greater urgency, exerting steady pressure against the her fearful reargate. Candace's head shot up, the muffled shriek that managed to escape around the wedged ball told of her outrage as the unrelenting pressure forced the head of the prick into her distorted asshole, and she clenched her eyes against the stabbing pain. The man clamped her hips and pressed forward, driving himself into the writhing girl till all shreds of resistance melted way and he suddenly popped through the tight ring of muscle. Now his rock hard penis slid smoothly right up the girl's rectum. Candace was making desperate, mewing sounds around the gag with each inch that was gained. He paused when he was halfway in, looking down with wild disbelief to see his very own prick penetrating the Boss Lady's precious bottom. The skewered woman gurgled from deep in her throat and, as he worked his prick up her anus she couldn't help wriggling in agitation. He heard her long wavering moan, low and throaty when, with a thrust of his hips, he drove up into her, further, deeper, penetrating her all the way to the hilt. Relishing the smooth tightness that held his prick in a vise-like grip, the man wiggled his hips letting her get the feel of him. The watching men could see that she had taken that entire prick right up her big beautiful ass. Then he was moving in her, penetrating deep into her bowels, his pumping prick moving in and out in a slow steady pump-flex while the fingers of his clamped hands tightened his hold on her agitated hips. Ben delighted in the exquisite feel of the slick smoothness of that rear channel, the tightness of fit, the reflexive clamping of that anxious sphincter that seemed determined to milk him of his essence. He fought for control as a surge of pleasure welled up in him, forcing himself to deliberately slow down, pulling back his hips and then bucking forward in an even, measured pace. This brought a low groan of deep-seated pleasure from the impaled woman, who absorbed each impact with eyes tightly closed, and who now seemed to be enjoying herself as she surrendered to the rocking pleasure. And then, when he was in all the way, he would grind against the rounded curves of that firm, shapely butt, clamp her flanks and wiggle his hips, ticking her innards with his prick. The restrained woman moaned in plaintive surrender; he felt the first tremors of her excitement begin to spill over, the threat of the impending orgasm...so close. She reared back and gave out with a muffled groan when he slowly withdrew, leaving just the bulbous head of his prick lodged up her clenching rectum. The gathered men watched in rapt silence as Ben paused, then threw back his head, clenched his teeth, and with a single brutal thrust, slammed into the woman, burying his prick deep in her ass; fucking her with savage pelvic thrusts that soon had the skewered woman braying into her gag. He sensed the rising tremors in that bent, stretched-out body, felt the prolonged quivering, the sharp convulsions of a powerful orgasm that racked her tied-down body. And he felt the unstoppable surge of rising excitement, the wild thrill of pure ecstasy as his pulsating prick exploded -- sending thick wads of his cum deep into Ms Candace Ashbee's classy, elegant bottom. End of Part 5 Comments: Dwin2001@yahoo.com More of Don Winslow's erotic fiction may be found at: 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. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- 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: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+