Message-ID: <37038asstr$1024956604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20020624103742.37928.qmail@web20309.mail.yahoo.com> From: =?iso-8859-1?q?Art=20West?= Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 24 Jun 2002 11:37:42 +0100 (BST) Subject: {ASSM} Descent of Ruth 6/6 (M+F,inc,preg) Date: Mon, 24 Jun 2002 18:10:04 -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, kelly __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Everything you'll ever need on one web page from News and Sport to Email and Music Charts http://uk.my.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "descruth6.txt" begin> THE DESCENT OF RUTH by Art West Chapter 6 of 6 Ultimate Incestuous Pregnant Slut (M+F,inc,preg) Ever since our summer holiday orgy, and hearing Cynthia's story, I became increasingly obsessed with the idea of risking pregnancy. It seemed that my enormous sexual appetite was linked to a need to procreate. And in any case, pregnancy would broadcast to the world that I was the ultimate slut who slept around without concern for the consequences. On a couple of occasions I seriously toyed with the idea of 'forgetting' my pill for a day or two. Probably nothing would ever have come of this if Ted hadn't chatted to me one day (about three months after the winter vacation, just after we had finished making a movie). "Ruthie", he said, "it seems that there are a lot of people who would pay premium prices for preggy movies, that is full scale porn movies in which the lead star is evidently pregnant. You still have such a virginal-looking face that I think you could get two or three times the fee per movie if you were preggers. Is there any chance that you would want a baby in the near future". I almost orgasmed there and then thinking about it, but said no more to Ted than "well, who knows, maybe something will happen". Over the next few days, I could think of nothing else. But I had a lot of fantasies that I wanted fulfilled at the same time. Cynthia's gang bang scene, in which she couldn't know who the father was, became a huge turn on for me. But I also found the idea of an incestuous child from my father or brother exciting, and I also imagined scenes in which my pregnancy resulted from being forced into a humiliating experience as a form of punishment. Eventually, the next weekend I called David, and shared it all with him. He was so excited by the thought, that he wanked himself to climax while talking with me. But he said that he and father could work out some plan. When do we want to do this? I told him that my period had just started, so that I planned to stop the pill right now. For the next six weeks I'd be careful to use condoms whenever I fucked, to give my system time to get back to normal. That would put me at a fertile period for the next month. "Leave it with me", promised David, "and we'll give you an unforgettable experience". On the Monday I told Ted that I was serious about the pregnancy idea, but that I wouldn't do any more movies or shows until I was sure I was pregnant. The mere talk about the idea had us so worked up that we fucked there and then in his office. My father and David told me nothing of what they planned, but once we confirmed the weekend, I was told that David would pick me up on the Friday afternoon, and drive me to a mountain cabin situated about 45 minutes drive from our hometown, and owned by my uncle Norman. Norm is my mother's older brother, and was widowed quite young, leaving him to bring up twin sons, Reg and Ron, who were about 15 at this time. In my earlier years, I remembered mother and father speaking in hushed tones of the immoral life led by Norman after his wife died, and of the environment in which the boys were being brought up. I never quite understood the details, but the boys were wild little devils, and I well recalled how frequently they tried to look up my skirts. I was told to come in modest attire, possibly just a simple dress (preferably in virginal white), bra and panties, with flat sandals. Nothing expensive, as they might get ruined! The weeks dragged by, and I even spent time on my studies, getting passing grades that year! By the time the weekend arrived I was so nervously excited that I hardly slept on the Thursday night. David picked me up at 4, but it was nearly 8 before we reached the cabin (having grabbed something to eat on the way). The cabin was quite isolated, but I noticed quite a few cars parked around. David honked briefly as we pulled up, and father immediately emerged from the cabin. He hugged and kissed me warmly, but then explained that we had some play acting to do. He was going to be the outraged father, so "look frightened!". He and David each took an arm and more-or-less frog-marched me inside. I was aware of quite a full room, but couldn't immediately take in who was there, as I was marched across the room, and placed in a chair slightly to one side of a large screen TV, facing the assembled gathering. My arms were tied behind the backrest, and straps were used to fasten each leg just below the knee to the leg of the chair, leaving my legs wide spread so that most of the group would be seeing my panties quite clearly. At some point my sandals were also removed, to leave me barefooted. With a stern look on his face, my father turned to speak to the group sitting around us, some on chairs, others on the floor. This gave me time to look around, and to get a sense of who was there. Apart from David and my father, a quick count revealed about a dozen other males in the room. Hardly surprisingly to see was Uncle Norm, with a broad lascivious grin, together with cousins Reg and Ron. More surprisingly, they were accompanied by another young teenager who seemed even younger than they were, and was staring in fascination up my skirt. (He was, I found out later, 14 year old Sean, a son of Norman's current girl friend, and Norman had taken it upon himself to see to his sexual upbringing.) Slightly more surprising was to see two other uncles there, namely my father's older brother Jeff, and my mother's 'baby' brother Ian, who was still only in his late 20s. Also present was Jeff's son, my cousin Pete, who was about year older than David. A real shock was to see two of my former high school teachers, whom I had regarded as pillars of the community. Finally, there was a group of three quite rough-looking guys aged about 18. They looked vaguely familiar, but I could not immediately place them. Then it clicked: they had been about two years behind me at high school, and called themselves the pussy hunters gang. I now remembered their names as Pete, Jake and Joe. I had gotten them into trouble and detention a few times while I was a hall monitor. Most of what they had done was overlooked by other monitors, but I had reacted to the fact that they continually made comments of a sexual nature as they passed me, but out of earshot of anyone else. They had sworn that one day they'd get their own back on me for the trouble I had gotten them into ... I guess their time had come ... I noticed that two of them were rubbing their crotches as they whispered amongst themselves. As I sat there, my father told the group what a shock it had been for him to hear that his own daughter, brought up to be a good Christian wife and mother, had been indulging in immoral activities. "In fact", he told them, "I can call her nothing else but a whoring slut, who is disgracing the family name. Now perhaps you think I am over-reacting to minor indiscretions, but let me now show you this videotape which was recently sent to me anonymously". He inserted the tape into the VCR and pressed play. He played about 30 minutes of extracts from my strip show which he had recorded, emphasizing the sucking and fucking scenes. The audience's collective mouths hung open as their eyes moved between me and the screen. Once the tape had finished, my father added: "so you see what I mean" to chorus of assent. "So you disgraceful little slut", he said to me, "you obviously like to display yourself in front of men, so let me satisfy both your desires and those of these friends". He pulled out a knife, and made a cut in the bodice of my dress, and then tore it right down the middle; two more cuts severed the straps. Similar cuts to the front and straps of my bra left my breasts fully exposed. Finally two cuts between waist- and leg-bands of my panties left me fully naked, with my legs held open by the straps. I could already feel the juices running out of my pussy as I was exposed in this way. Father continued: "I regret that I can never now give Ruth away as a virginal bride to a deserving husband. She probably will never be anything else than a slut now. But I owe it to the family to be seen to discipline her ... not that it will change her behaviour, but it will salvage something of our honour and be a warning to others. I have though much about this. The only way to treat a slut is to leave her barefoot and pregnant. As you see, she is already barefoot (and bare everything else), what remains is to make sure that the consequences of her actions are made evident by an obvious pregnancy outside of marriage." Now it was time for me to play my part! "No please daddy", I wailed. "I don't want to have a baby ... I'll be a good girl from now on ... please ....". But he ignored me. He cut the bonds holding my arms and legs and pulled me to my feet. The torn clothes fell away so that I was totally naked. He pushed me towards a pile of mattresses placed on one side of the room, and pushed me down on to it. Still playing my role, I pulled by legs together, and folded my arms across my tits. "Don't pretend modesty now. We know the slut you are. Lie on your back with your arms and legs open, or I'll tie you up in that position" scolded father. He turned back to the group: "As unpleasant a task it is for us, I and David will accept our responsibility to lead the disciplining of this slut". With that, he dropped his trousers and underpants, and advanced towards me with his stiff prick pointing accusingly. Once again, I played the game: "No daddy, you can't ... you can't put your thing in me .... I'll be so ashamed ... nobody will want to have anything to do with me .... and it's too big, it'll hurt me .... no ... nooo .... nooooooooo", the last as his cock thrust in one sharp movement right up to hilt in my pussy. I was not able to keep my act going much longer. The general turn on of my position and the audience gathering around, the thrill of knowing that I probably had a fertile egg waiting for sperm, and the fulness of my daddy's cock stimulating my cunt and clit very soon had me building towards a climax. My "nooooo"'s soon changed to "Yeeeeees, fuck me .... keep fucking .... plant your seed in me .... yeeees daddy, give me your baby .....Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh". I was vaguely conscious of a voice near me saying: "My God, look at that .... she's getting off on being raped by her father! I can't wait to get my cock into that willing cunt." Very soon I could feel my father cumming in me. He slammed his crotch hard against mine, almost willing himself to climb right in, as his seed spurted deep into my womb. Even when he was through, he maintained the pressure as if trying to prevent any of his sperm from leaking out. Eventually, however, his manhood wilted and the squeezing of my vaginal muscles on its slippery surface made it pop out. Reluctantly, he made way for David, who instantly plunged right in and began fucking furiously. It was not long before the two of us climaxed together, and his sperm joined that of our father deep in my womb. As David rolled away, and I remained lying on the mattresses with my legs wide open leaking semen from my pussy, my father spoke again: "Before the rest of you have your pleasure with Ruth, there is one service she can provide. As you see, Norm has brought his 15 year old sons Reg and Ron, together with 14 year old Sean. He wants to teach them something about sex before they move out into the world, and I have agreed that they can use Ruth for this purpose rather than to hire a prostitute. Norm: she's yours for your lessons." Uncle Norm and the three boys quickly stripped and joined me on the mattress. Norm put a couple of fingers into my pussy, gently massaging the inside. Speaking almost as if I were not here, he spoke to the boys: "Put your fingers up this cunt, and feel how juicy it is; that is the lubrication needed to allow for pleasurable fucking, and before you fuck a girl, you need to be sure she is lubricating properly". At Norm's direction, all three boys probed my pussy with their fingers. Norm continued: "As you have heard, we are dealing here with a nymphomaniac slut, whose twat probably juices up at the sight of a man. But for other girls, you need to stimulate them to produce adequate lubrication. A good idea is to start with the breasts, massaging them, and tweaking and sucking on the nipples". He demonstrated to the boys, and then had each of them feel up my tits, before sucking on one while playing with the other nipple. By this time I was writhing around on the mattress in ecstasy, striving for another orgasm. Norm then prised open my cunt lips, to expose my by now erect and enlarged clit. "This", he told the boys, "is her clitoris, which is the key to stimulating your partner". He demonstrated how to tease my clit with his fingers as I groaned further; then bent down and took it between his lips to suck on it driving again to the verge of an orgasm before he let go. Each of the boys were then given their turn, as Norm gave advice. By this time I was screaming in frustration: "Just fuck me ... get your cocks into me ..... fill my cunt ...... fuck me .. fuck me". Eventually Norm climbed between my legs, and thrust his prick into my gaping and welcoming cunt, and we set up an enthusiastic humping against each other. "Jesus", gasped Norm, "I wish I realized you were so available. I've wanted to get into your pants since you were about 14, and you're as good as I ever fantasized". Before long I was climaxing again, screaming as he off-loaded the third lot of seed into my fertile womb. Norm pulled out, and turned to the three boys: "OK, guys, see how long you can last. The trick is to get your cocks in, and to try to stop thrusting when you feel you're on the verge of coming; then resume thrusting when the urge dies away." This advice didn't really help. All three were so worked up by that time that they came pretty quickly, especially Sean who came almost as soon as he entered me, much to his embarrassment and the amusement of all watching. I whispered to him not to worry, that he'd get other opportunities. The three came so quickly, however, that I had no time for climaxes before the three new, and probably pretty potent loads had joined the previous three. Father now told the others to feel free to use me any way they wished. I would not close my legs for anyone. The idea was, he reminded them however, to get as many loads in my womb as possible, "so don't waste too much in her mouth or elsewhere". From then on it became quite a blur. As I have indicated in describing previous gang-bangs, the combination of the degraded position of being no more than a fuck toy, a cum dump, with the continual stimulation of cunt and clit simply drove me into one continuous sexual high, which was amplified in the current case by the knowledge that I was also now a breeding machine. From time to time I would feel thirsty and someone would bring me a beer, so that I was quite tipsy as well by the end of the night. The one event that I do remember, however, was when the three 'pussy-hunter' gang members came to take their turn. I suddenly became aware of the three of them standing around me. "So, Ruth, are you going to send us to detention?", asked Jake. Pete added: "While you were getting so cross with our remarks about you at school, you were actually the slut underneath your prim outfit, probably getting a kick out of it, weren't you?". "It's time you said sorry" said Joe. With that they pulled me off of the mattress and made me kneel on the ground with the three of them gathered round me. "Say you're sorry, and that you'll do anything to make up for the problems you've caused." I did. "Pull down our pants and suck our cocks", I was next commanded, and again I humbly obeyed. "When each of us is ready to come, we'll say 'now, bitch'; then you turn round and lean over the mattress so that we can off- load our baby juice into your cunt as your daddy wants, doggy style". And that's how it happened. Each would wait to give the "now bitch" instruction until he was right on the verge, so that he would come more or less immediately as he entered, giving me no time to come for myself. All the guys had at least one more go that night, while the three younger boys and the pussy hunters probably had another three goes each. Eventually everyone started to drift off to sleep, and I must have collapsed where I was. When I awoke the next (Saturday) morning the sun was well up. I had the feeling that a couple of guys had fucked me after I had gone to sleep, but memories were pretty vague. I know that there were pools of come on the mattress where I was lying, and streaks of it were running down my legs. After I had showered and eaten, my father called everyone together. "I've got a surprise for you all, which I'm sure you'll enjoy", he told the guys. For the first time I noticed that there was an additional man in the group whom I did not recognize. My father pointed to him, and explained that this was Sam Barry who operated a tattoo parlour, and that he had kindly brought his equipment out to the cabin. I was told to sit in a chair as Sam unpacked the equipment. When he was ready, my father went on: "I have asked Sam to tattoo a large butterfly, as an image of the slut flitting from tree to tree, on to the inside upper swell of Ruth's one breast, touching on to the aureole." For the next half-hour, I had to sit still while Sam worked on my tit, massaging it and playing his fingers over the nipple as he worked. Once again, I was getting highly worked up from this stimulation, but could do nothing to relieve it. When the tattoo was done, father said: "Hang on, that's only half- way. Ruth I want you to shave away all of your pubic hair, including that on your labia". With that he gave me a bowl of warm water and his shaving kit. With everyone watching, I carefully lathered up and shaved until my whole pubic area was a smooth as a baby's. Once I was finished, father produced a bottle of aftershave gel, and gently rubbed all the shaved areas, at the same time rubbing two fingers in my pussy while teasing my clit with his thumb, bringing me to the much desired climax even as all watched. As this was happening, David had brought in a type of frame which he placed on the mattress. I was instructed to lie down on my back within the frame. My legs were lifted, spread apart and strapped firmly at the knees to the frame. My arms were also strapped down, so that I was unable to move. With a gasp, I realized what was about to happen. Sam brought his equipment across, and settled down between my widely splayed legs. I soon felt his hands working around my pubic area. He must have rubbed in some anaesthetic cream in the area, because all I felt when his instruments started working was a tickling sensation all over. He worked for about 40 minutes, which was a most frustrating time as I wanted to get my hands down there to bring myself off. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I noticed that the watching guys were finding it increasingly amusing. Eventually, it was all over, and I was unstrapped. I stretched before examining the result. He had tattooed a little devil with a disproportionately large cock. The lower part of the imp's body and legs were on my labial lips, while his upper body and head were on my mons. He was shown crouching over, looking down towards my slit. "Isn't that good?", asked my father. "Sam has done this artwork for free, so you'll need to thank him very nicely." I took the hint, and beckoned to Sam. I undid his belt, and dropped his trousers and undershorts. I sucked his rapidly elongating prick while fondling his balls. When he looked ready, I dropped back on the bed with my legs wide open, gestured with my finger for him to come closer, and said: "Do me". He did! To the cheers of the rest of the group. So there was another potential father for my unborn child. He was invited to stay, as the orgy started again and continued for the next few hours, although not with the same frenetic frenzy of the previous night. I had time to walk around and sip drinks from time to time, although always ready to bend over or to open my legs whenever one of the guys had the urge. The three younger teenage boys, in particular, seemed insatiable, and were always attempting something new. At one point, Reg and Ron managed to get both their pricks into me at the same time, and climaxed together to deposit two semen loads in my womb simultaneously. At about 7.00pm that evening, father called everyone together again. "When everyone in the town sees the pregnant Ruth in a few months time, we want to be sure that all know it is the result of her sluttiness, and not just a one-time accident. Our three young friends here, Pete, Jake and Joe, are going to help by taking Ruth to a club frequented by 18-22 year olds, where many of her and their ex-friends from high school are likely to be on a Saturday night. [Drinking age in our part of the world is from 18.] Ruth ... here is your outfit". David had produced a length of quite diaphanous material which I was to wear as a sarong, wrapped around and tied behind my neck in halter-style, in the fashion some girls use as a beach wrap over their bathing suits except, of course, that I wore nothing underneath. I was also handed a pair of high- heeled sandals, to complete the outfit. My father shook a can of beer, and popped it open to spray over my top and skirt. I was going to smell like a brewery when I arrived at the club later. Father turned to me: "When you arrive at the club, you are to act as if you are already drunk, hanging on to these guys, loudly demanding something more to drink. While seated in the club you will hang all over these three guys, kissing them. From time to time, one of your tits will pop out of your top, and you'll say something like 'oops' before readjusting yourself. During the course of the evening, you will accompany each of the three guys in turn to the mens room, where you'll go into one of the stalls and fuck him (as noisily as possible). David and Ian will travel separately to the club, but will be there to make sure you do as you're told. At about 1030, you will appear to pass out, and the guys will take you out to their van and bring you back here. Enjoy yourself!" The club was already quite busy when we arrived at around 8:30pm. I hung my arms around two of the guys as we entered the club, and exclaimed loudly in a slightly slurred voice "Come on, get a move on ... I need that drink NOW!". I recognized a few faces from school days, and I heard someone say "Good God, isn't that the prim and prissy Ruth -----? Look at her now. I'm sure she'll fuck anything that moves!" I dropped into a bench seat behind one of the tables, at which point a tit popped free. As instructed, I said "oops", and struggled for a few moments to get it back in place, grinning sheepishly at the group at the next table. I followed instructions to the letter, and was in fact getting quite hot kissing with the guys. After about half an hour, Jake drew me to my feet, and we edged to the mens room. He peeped in to see someone at the urinal, so we smooched outside until this guy left. Uncle Ian was also hanging around, and came into the men's room with us, as we quickly slipped into one of the stalls. Jake quickly stripped off his pants and sat down on the toilet; I unfastened the sarong and sat astride him. I was so juicy, that his cock slid immediately right up to the hilt. Before long I was bouncing up and down on his shaft like a woman possessed. It's a wonder we didn't break the seat! I was constantly banging against the walls of the stall on either side, so that anyone outside would have had little doubt as to what was happening in there. As orgasms swept over me, I was hardly quiet either, while Jake grunted in unison. It was not long before his sperm was joining the many other loads up in my fertile womb. Once our passions had subsided and we had caught our breaths, Jake lifted me to my feet, before standing up and pulling on his pants. Before giving me time to get the sarong properly tied, he opened the stall door and strode out, leaving me with my tits totally exposed in full view of two guys at the urinal. Their eyes nearly popped out of their heads as I followed Jake to the door still fastening the sarong behind my neck. Back at the table, Pete and Joe made space for me to sit between them, signalling a waiter to get new drink orders. As he reached the table, Pete reached behind me and undid the ties of the sarong behind my neck, which fell down leaving me bare from the waist up. The two of them held my hands so that I was unable to do anything about it until after the waiter left. Of course, many at the adjacent tables had a good view as well! When we had finished the next round of drinks, Pete and Joe dragged me back to my feet, and each took an arm as they escorted me back to the men's room. Unlike Jake, they did not even check whether anyone was in there ... I was just marched in and taken to one of the stalls in full view of three or four men having a piss. As soon as the door to the stall was closed, they whipped off my sarong and hung it over the top of the door. Joe sat down first, and as with Jake I sat astride him as Pete stood behind me with his arms around me squeezing my tits and pinching on the nipples. Very soon I was moaning quite audibly as the first of several climaxes built up.. Pete and Joe kept up a loud conversation, commenting on my tits, how juicy and tight my pussy was, and what a whore pious Ruth had become. Once Joe had come, Pete lifted me up and immediately took Joe's place on the seat and I was dropped back to be impaled on his cock as I continued my fucking. When Pete, too, had shot his load, both guys pulled up their trousers and left the stall, flinging my sarong half-way across the room in the process. So I was left totally naked in the men's room which had filled quite considerably as a result of the noise we had been making. To complete my humiliation, I noticed quite a few guys who had been at school with me, both in my own year and one or two years after. I had to recover my sarong from the floor and fasten it around me in full view of this audience who cheered and made loud remarks. I was met as I emerged from the men's room by the manager who ordered me to leave the establishment immediately with my friends. As we reached the car, David and Ian met us and insisted that I suck both of them off before getting into the car. As I was finishing, they untied my sarong and ran off with it, so that I had to travel back to the cabin totally naked. On our arrival there, we found most of the older men already asleep, but I was welcomed enthusiastically by the three teenage boys who kept me going for another hour or more, during which time they each deposited two more semen loads into my uterus. Eventually, we fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs. Sunday morning gave just enough time for most of the men to fuck me once more before they had to start on their journeys home. Father and David produced a pair of jeans and an old shirt for me to wear as they drove me back. I slept most of the way. When we reached my apartment, both made tender love to me before heading back home, leaving me to nurse a sore but very satisfied pussy. I fell back into bed and slept for 14 hours, waking up feeling amazingly fresh and quite ready to take on another man! EPILOGUE Well the events of the last chapter happened just under nine months ago. I have been writing these memoirs over the past few weeks while resting up at my parents' home in anticipation of the arrival of my babies. Yes, babies ... I'm having twins ... a boy and a girl, so quite possibly they have different fathers! After the original shock, my mother was actually surprisingly supportive, and tut-tutted over the men who had taken advantage of me while drunk at a party (the story which I told her). She has allowed 14 year old Miriam to feel the babies kicking. She told Miriam that while she could not approve of the life-style that got me into this trouble, and despised the men who satisfied their carnal desires at my expense, they would love the innocent babies coming into this world. She used every opportunity to warn Miriam of the dangers that faced her if she did not remain pure and careful! But Miriam is also growing up. When we were on our own, I stripped in front of her so that she could see and feel the bulge in the flesh, so to speak ... something mother would not have allowed, but Miriam looked quite fascinated, especially on seeing my tattoos! "Did you let a man touch you there?", she asked slightly breathlessly. Then, in a rather embarrassed manner, she asked how much I remembered of the night that I was made pregnant, or was I too drunk? I laughed, and let her know that I was not that drunk, and that in any case it was not exactly my first time with a man. (Of course, I still didn't tell her the full story!) Her eyes grew large, and she gasped out even more breathlessly: "Ru- Ru- Ruthie, wh- wh- what does it feel like to have a man's thing right up inside you?". "Ohhhh ... fantastic", I answered. "Do you rub yourself on your clit and in your vagina?". She started to deny it, but then shyly dropped her head and murmured an affirmative "Mm". "Don't be shy", I told her putting my arm round her as I sat still naked next to her, "it's completely natural; in fact, your next step should be to let Eric [her little boyfriend] do the rubbing for you, as you rub his 'thing'". "Ruthie!!" gasped Miriam, as she went bright red. "Well", I continued with a smile, "having sex with a man is much like masturbation, but only MUCH better ... I can never get enough of it". As I spoke with her, I felt a shiver running through me. I had been a little worried that I had already tried everything sex-wise and would have no new thrills to experience. But now I realized my next adventure would be to lead my little sister into total sluthood, and that will be fun. I guess I'm going to get my babies out first, but then I can get my project into full gear. Perhaps in a year or two I'll have another story for you! 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