Message-ID: <37061asstr$1025104205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20020626064325.41469.qmail@web21004.mail.yahoo.com> From: Ron Ryan X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 25 Jun 2002 23:43:24 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} The Poontang Project X-Original-Subject: Story Submission to assm Date: Wed, 26 Jun 2002 11:10:05 -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: dennyw, newsman " The Poontang Project".......... (M/F, BJ, S/M, Humil, oral, rape, Shave) (c) by Ron Ryan 2002 ~~~~~~~~ M/F, BJ, S/M, Humil, oral, rape, Shave, stranger, Tort ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Darla Cummings was traveling much too fast on highway 45 in her new Mercedes convertible. She was aware of her blonde hair flying out behind her, the afternoon sun keeping her warm and the feeling of excitement of going too fast in her new red fully paid for car. Suddenly, she saw the motorcycle Policeman in her rear view mirror and the headlight and red and yellow lights and heard his siren ! He motioned Darla to slow down and pull over to the side of the highway and she began to apply the brakes of the sleek, red automobile. "Oh ,Damn it, just when I was already late for my date with Ron, this has to happen. I was going too darn fast, and now I'll have a third ticket for this month! Darla was a very attractive, 28 year old woman; long blonde hair, green eyes, full breasted, 5 foot-7 inches tall and weighed a voluptuous 120 pounds of desirable woman. She had a few seconds before the white helmeted, black shirted cop would be standing beside her car, so Darla unbuttoned the top two buttons of her white ,short sleeved blouse and pulled up her short blue skirt a few inches, so that the tops of her dark brown thigh high nylons were visible. Her white bra was visible and the tops of her full breasts and their deep cleavage would be very visible to anyone standing outside the car, and looking down at her. "May I see your drivers license and your insurance card Miss?" the Policeman said, looking down at her through dark sunglasses. Her bosom was visible and looked very nice to him; almost as if she was offering him a look down into her cleavage and displaying her thighs to his eyes. "Very nice body ,Miss Cummings", he said almost whispering, "Now cover it all up ! .....and step out of your car!" Darla expected the men she met to be charmed with a view of her firm 36F sized breasts and tight ass, so she was shocked with his next request: "Now put your hands on the hood and spread your legs!" Darla could not believe what was happening to her. The cop stood behind her and as cars whizzed past them, took her wrists and put them behind her back and put a heavy chrome plated steel handcuff on each wrist. Darla could feel the cold steel and hear the sound of each section as it clicked around her wrist and it sent a chill through her. Next, even before she had time to gasp, the Policeman brought out a pair of leg chains and he snapped them around Darla's trim ankles. "Ohhhhh NO! there is no need to do that, Office.....I'm not a common criminal you know", Darla said with her voice faltering and sounding very scared. "It's the standard practice mam', you are coming to the Station with me now." "Ohhhhhhh my gaud, you....there MUST be a mistake...... what have I done? I may have been speeding.....but nothing to deserve this!", Darla said to him looking over her shoulder and using her pleading -almost- ready-to -cry look. "Besides, your motorcycle...there's no where for me to ride!" The Officer did not reply, but was at his black and white Harley-Davidson and speaking over the radio microphone. Darla was not really listening now, only fighting back tears and trying to remain calm. Lets see, I get one phone call and should be read my rights, and should get his badge number, Darla was thinking. Her heart was beating very fast and her legs were beginning to shake, standing in the gravely shoulder of the highway in her best black, spike heels, chained hand and foot as she Waited to be taken to jail. Darla only had to wait about five minutes, before a black van rolled to a stop beside her and the officer was sliding open the door and helping her into it. Darla had the funny feeling that this was not the average Police van and as soon as she was helped into the van could see two bucket seats bolted to the floor where normal bench seats would be. "Who will take care of my car?", she said as she sat down in the nearest chair. "I will have an officer drive it to the station Ms. Cummings, just hand over your purse!" Darla gave him her leather purse and watched as he took it and then proceeded to unlock her handcuffs and place her wrists on the chair's armrests where they were quickly strapped down with short leather belts. Another, longer and wider belt was placed around her waist and pulled tightly, making her gasp. "OooooHHHH! my gaud! MUST you DO this? Where on Earth do you think I will GO? I can't even MOVE! You.....Oh mmmpppfff!", Darla was suddenly quiet as a large red rubber ball gag was forced between her full, red lips and pulled tight with the leather strap and buckled behind her head. "Mmmmffffppp! One last belt was placed just above her full breasts and buckled behind the chair, drawing the white cotton blouse tightly across her breasts and revealing that she had a lovely pair of round, thrusting breasts with very erect nipples. Finally, the officer tied a black cloth blindfold across her eyes and got out of the van. Darla could hear some low conversations taking place , the van's engine starting and then the movement as the van picked up speed. After what seemed 20 or 30 minutes she felt the van slow and come to a halt. Darla had tried to relax and keep her mind off what was happening to her, but all she could think of was how Ron must be pacing the floor, wondering what was keeping her? What had happened to her? At least, she would be inside the Police Station soon and she would be making that phone call to Ron. Darla was removed from the van and walked into some sort of building with the blindfold still in place and the leg chains attached to each ankle! One dark shirted man was on each side of her and helped her walk in the shuffle-slide -shuffle method. The ball gag was still strapped in place and she was drooling as the gag did not allow her to swallow very well and she was having to gasp for breath. At last she was allowed to stop and the gag and blindfold were removed. Darla was in a concrete block room with a plain concrete floor. On the wall facing her were two doors and turning, she saw a hallway to what seemed four cells with bars for walls. She expected to see a Police filled room with noise and telephones ringing and blue uniforms everywhere, but this room only had three policemen and a large desk with a few folding chairs. The officer that had arrested Darla, still wore the dark sunglasses. He was wearing the black motorcycle pants and dark blue shirt and high shinny black boots. Darla could read his badge number: 6769. The other officers were getting some equipment out of lockers and had their backs turned away. "I need to make that telephone call now!" , Darla announced in a strong voice. The officer looked at her and answered: No phone call is allowed Ms. Cummings,...... fingerprints, photographs and strip search is what you are going to do now! It was as if he had slapped her in the FACE! "WHAT! YOU can't do this! I DEMAND to make that call! ...and strip before you and these other MEN ? Out of the question! Where IS the woman cop to do this? I REFUSE to do anything until my lawyer is here!", Darla screamed. Darla fought the fingerprinting and the photos taken of her, but with an officer on each arm and the leg chains keeping her off balance, both tasks were soon accomplished. Panting and her hair falling over her eyes she slumped exhausted in one of the metal chairs, her breasts heaving and she was fighting back the urge to cry. One officer brought out a video camera and stood next to her as the sunglassed Officer; badge 6769 walked to her and ordered in a slow deep voice: "alright Ms. Cummings...you need to be issued new clothing before you are put into a cell for tonight and fed......so STAND UP and remove ALL of the clothing you have on!" Darla turned white and then red faced as the words sunk in. "This is Madness! I will NOT strip before you and this video camera! You could not... I don't think that any of you ARE POLICE! YOU'VE KIDNAPPED ME! Ooooooohhhhhhh MY Gaud ! Oh! PLEASE ! let me GO! PLEASEEEEE! I've got money! If you will just take it.....and ",.... "SHUTUP ! STOP YOUR stalling-Ms. Cummings and STRIP!", the policeman* yelled at Darla. He grabbed the front of her blouse and yanked down, ripping a handful of the thin material and causing her to almost fall down. As the camera's light spotlighted her, she slowly started to remove her blouse and skirt. They fell to her chained feet and were joined when her white 36F bra and panties fell on top of them, 30 seconds later. Darla stood before them now nude, except for her brown thigh high lace top hose and her high heel shoes. Her hands tried to cover her pussy and nipples , her face was burning with the humiliating shame and embarrassment of the ordeal. "REMOVE YOUR FINGERS ! and ...... slowly turn around, raise your hands above your head and take a DEEP BREATH ! SMILE ! MS. CUMMINGS you're on TV !', she heard him say. Darla had kept her eyes tightly closed and tried to shut out this horrible moment.....she was about to faint. Darla was held by her arms by a blue shirted Policeman on either side of her as the man in sunglasses fitted still another chain around her waist and locked it in place with a small brass padlock. Her wrists were fitted with leather cuffs that strapped on and clipped onto each side of the waist chain. Now she was restrained and could not shield herself. The Policeman that seemed to be in charge of everything, directed the men to help him as he tied a pair of ropes to the waist chain right above her belly button, push them between her legs ,pulling them tightly and drawing them into her pussy lips, causing her to cry out in pain, and then forcing her to bend forward and tying the ropes to the waist chain at her back side. "YOU MUST be ALL INSANE ! There is no way I could possibly ESCAPE with all of this on me! Please! IT HURTS ME! This ROPE.....Ohhhhh! It's digging right into my ......Privates! PLEASE ......OHHHHHH please YOU.... MUST LISTEN TO ME ! Ohhhh PLEAS..mmmffffppppp!" Darla managed to shriek out at the three uniformed men that worked over her ,before the leader had pushed a red rubber ball gag into her open mouth and strapped it tightly around her face and buckled it behind her neck! "OOooMM MMMFFFFPPPPppp! .....mmmFfffPPppp!....mmmfff! " ,she tried to scream, but the sounds were muffled so much that she stopped trying and lay on the thin jail mattress where the three men had pushed her. Darla lay panting ,staring at the three men who were all looking at a paper that the leader held in his hands . They were handed a copy and began to read it. Darla could not care about what the paper said, she only wanted to be free, have some clothing and be out of this prison.....but if she could have read the paper, she would have read the following: Page 4 of Federal laws Concerning Female Prisoners: ***************************************************** c. Conduct. Recent Federal Morality laws, spearheaded by a Senator From Nebraska, and passed by the Senate and House by a wide margin without any substantive debate, explicitly forbids masturbation by prisoners of Federal, State and local authorities. Of course, all jail cells have already been fitted with lockdown devices on the bunks to restrain the arms, separate the knees, and provide a locking prod gag for all prisoners serving sentences in State and Federal correctional facilities. However, the burden to assure that no masturbation occurs by females in transport falls on the transporting deputy. Further, it is acknowledged that the urge to masturbate will be strong, since they will be temporarily out of the restraints that they are currently required to sleep in. Therefore, this Subcommittee recommends that an additional restraint be issued. A 6-inch dowel with locking leather straps will separate the knees of all women prisoners sleeping in public accommodations. This, coupled with wrists locked behind their backs, ball-gags locked in place, and leg irons, should completely prevent manual masturbation, and also indirect masturbation caused by squeezing the knees together. Also, as a result of this legislation, the use of crotch-ropes is strongly discouraged, even though it may enhance the security of the prisoner. To cite an example, a college cheerleader, serving 4 year term in State Prison for check kiting, and taken on the college lecture circuit by a female deputy as an example to others. (All her public appearances were in her cheer-leader's outfit, with chains at her wrists and ankles.) When she was bed down for the night, in a black teddy, the deputy saw to it that she was tightly bound at the wrists and elbows, ball-gagged, tethered by the neck to the bed, and bound at both the knees and ankles. As an added precaution, she required the young prisoner to keep her black heels strapped onto her ankles, and added a crotch-rope from her tummy to the ropes that lashed her wrists. "Well, according to this latest SOP, we need to add one other item to our prisoner before we let her be alone all night", the leader said to his men and aware that Darla was listening. "Prisoners are to be restrained so that they will not.....cannot MASTURBATE themselves !,he said extra loud. He produced a yard long, heavy wood closet pole with leather ankle straps attached to each end and as the ankle chains were removed from Darla's out stretched legs, the pole was strapped onto each of her ankles. Never had Darla experienced having her body so freely grabbed and stretched as she had tonight. As one Policeman held her leg with one hand ,his other hand was placed over her pussy and his fingers were busy squeezing her and inserting themselves deep into her and probing her wetness. The other man held her leg from moving with a strong hand and played with her breasts and pinched each of her nipples with his other hand, as their leader worked on her spreader bar. At last she was left alone, but Marla heard someone say, as they moved out of her cell: "Get her shaved now... and both of you help!" "Ohhh my gaud!, Marla thought to herself, will this night ever end?" A few minutes later the two guards returned with shaving cream in a can , a safety razor and some towels. Seconds later, Marla felt her legs being pulled up by one man and another had his head between her outstretched legs and was speaking to her: "Alright now ....lady, this is a real sharp razor I have here, you need a shave, so don't jerk around or make any sudden moves or you might get cut!" Darla felt the cool spritz of the cream on her crotch and fingers that spread the shaving cream all over her pubic hair. The blade was not that sharp, so several times Darla felt the blade dig into her and pull her tender, sensitive skin. She endured the shaving, keeping her eyes tightly shut and the hands of one of the men squeezing each of her big breasts and pulling each nipple out as far as they would go. Her protests and struggles seemed to be what the guards wanted to hear and see, so they removed her ball gag and when the shaving was over, she was held by one guard around her shoulders as the other guard unzipped his pants and moving close to Darla and positioning himself between her open legs, he made her take his erect cock into her mouth. She was surprised and did not see him until he had wedged it into her open lips and pressed it further into her throat. "Uuummmfffpppmmm", she managed to sound out ,as she tried to move her face but strong hands held her tightly. The guard was thrusting his hips in and out, driving his fat erection into Darla and rapidly approaching orgasm. Darla's arms were both secured to her sides, her legs held apart and secure with the stout wood pole and the straps and the other guard had both of her breasts in his hands, holding her from behind. As soon as Darla heard the guard moan and she felt him stiffen, she felt a surge of hot semen spurt into her mouth and flow down her throat! The guards changed places and Darla was forced to endure everything once more. During the night, Darla tried to sleep, but the hand- cuffs made it impossible to get comfortable and the damn spreader bar holding her legs so very far apart was just too painful, so she only catnapped and she thought she heard the voices of another woman protesting her rough treatment and being chained up, sometime during the long night in the cell. Sometime during the night, when Darla had at last drifted off to sleep, she awoke knowing the weight on her outstretched body was one of the guards. She was gagged and each of her wrists and ankles were tied to a corner of the bunk. Her eyes were covered with a length of cloth ,tied in place. She could feel his hairy chest pressing down onto her sensitive breasts making her nipples hard. She could feel his hot body and his erection thrust deep into her swollen pussy and the beginning push and withdraw movements. Against her desire to give any pleasure to this rapist, she felt herself starting to be aroused and realized that she was very wet and a surge of powerful sexual emotions was sweeping over her. She wanted to scream or cry or ......yell out "YES....YES ........yes !" In another few minutes, she heard the man gasp and then moan and she was sure that his cock had exploded and his grinding thrusting came to an exhausted halt. When Darla finally awoke, she was given a bowl of dry cereal with a small carton of milk and the guard with sunglasses, removed her handcuffs and the spreader bar but slipped on a pair or ankle chains ,before she was allowed to eat. Darla could see into the cell that was across from her, and there were two young women there, both young and large breasted. They had received the same shaving treatment and were both handcuffed and ankle chained. Darla wondered if they had been forced to give the men blow jobs as she had. When Darla finished eating her breakfast, she saw the guards enter the cell and begin taking pictures of the captive women. One woman was a brunette with shoulder length hair and the other one was a blonde, with long locks that ended at her round ass. Darla heard the women protesting and fighting the two guards, heard the gags being inserted into their mouths and then the muffled cries and clinking of their chains as they were both forced down on the bunks and raped. Hours passed and two more young ,pretty, large breasted women in shorts and t-shirts , both blindfolded were ushered into the remaining cell at the end of the hall. Darla heard the women screaming and fighting their treatment and the silence as they were taken by the guards and probably suffered the same fate that all of the women had. Darla and the other four women had all been finger- printed, strip searched, photographed and video recorded in the nude and had their pubic hair removed. Now they were issued the same light blue ,high necked, short skirts and allowed to have their own high heel shoes back. After they had slipped on the dresses, each had their wrists cuffed behind their backs and ankle chains put on . A red rubber ball gag was positioned into each of their mouths and the black leather strap buckled tightly behind their necks. Darla was led out into the hallway and the other women followed her, prodded along by the three guards. Darla shuffled along, her progress hampered by the short chain connecting each ankle cuff and the awkward feeling of her wrists behind her back. Darla's full breasts and her erect nipples pressed against the rough cloth of the dress and as she was so positioned, forced her bosom out and allowed the guards to grasp each round mass and get their hands on her ass cheeks as she made her way down the hall, clinking and trying to ward off the teasing fingers. Her hair was falling in her face and she almost tripped several times, but finally made it outside to a twilight gray morning. A large Police van was parked next to the rear entrance of the gray stone building and the three guards helped the chained women inside and strapped each into a seat in the van with heavy duty wide black belts. One went across Darla's hips and another went above her breasts ,causing the cloth to be pulled even tighter and allowing each of her nipples to be plainly seen beneath the thin blue dress . As soon as the five women had been secured inside the van, the men took seats in front and the guard with sunglasses took the driver's seat and started up the van. Darla ,bound and gagged, her body strapped tightly to the van seat , her ankles chained, her mouth dry and she wanted to scream badly , could only cry; hot tears rolled down her cheeks as the van moved forward and sped away. As Darla tried to remain calm and keep cool, she could only think of her Ron and what he was doing now, wondering what had happened to her and then the words formed in her tortured mind: "Why me? ....ohhhh..... why me?.........WHY ME?" The van moved along the highway at a medium fast Speed, but never fast enough to draw the attention of Any REAL police. Darla noticed that the windows Of the van were of the dark glass so nobody could see Inside and see the women strapped tightly into their Seats and their mouths gagged with a bondage type Red rubber ball that had a leather strap attached to it And buckled behind their necks. Darla and the other Four women were all attractive, healthy, young women and all were full breasted, long legged sexually active women who seemed full of life and now they were all brought together now to share some sort of terrible fate together. Darla fought the rubber ball gag and tried to push it out of her mouth as the country side flew pass the window in the early morning light. She pushed against the leather straps holding her in the seat ,but she could not move them at all, only allowed her round breasts to be thrust forward a bit and suddenly a man's rough heavy hand was placed on her bosom ! A guard had been watching Darla and he searched for her nipple under the thin blue cloth and as soon as he found it , he pinched it hard using his thumb and index finger, causing Darla to cry out :"Ohhhhhh Don't dooooooo that !" But with the gag in her mouth, it came out : " ummm doooont Uh hat !" Her eyes were wet with new tears and she tried to turn away from the guard ,but he was in her face now and continued to torment her , slipping both hands into her shirt and gripping both of her heaving breasts in each of his rough hands; kneading her firm flesh and enjoying feeling Darla's warm fullness and her struggling movements and her muffled screams. The guard ripped several buttons from her shirt and tore the cloth in two places before he withdrew his hands . He had her breasts exposed now and applied his eager mouth to Darla's right nipple; pink- red and erect from all of his massaging and he covered it with his lips; sucking and swirling his hot tongue over the dark pink areola and sucking the nipple so hard that Darla cried out again. Darla fought his attack as best she could but bound as she was, she could only swing her head from side to side and try to scream. Finally, the guard tired of her and moved to another of the women. Forty five minutes later, the van arrived at a small city along the coast and the women were removed from the vehicle. A large commercial cargo ship was docked at a pier and they were all taken aboard. As Darla was led up the steel gangway, her hands handcuffed behind her back and the leg chains clanking and only allowing her small steps, she wondered if this would be the last time she would be seeing her homeland. She could see that all of the men around the ship looked Asian and the ship looked foreign ; dark and foreboding. A Chinese looking man guided her down the hatchway to a hallway lit by a few dim lights. All of the women were handcuffed and ball gagged the same as Darla and followed behind her, prodded by other Asian seamen. Finally they were shoved into a fairly large cabin and the "Police guards" handed the women over to a dark blue suited man who sat behind a large teak wood desk . He was the ship's Captain and very Chinese looking. He looked over each of the women, making the "Police" remove all of their clothing and remove all of their ball gags so he could examine their teeth. Darla shivered as she was forced to stand completely nude before the men and be looked at. Again her body was pressed and groped, her breasts squeezed and her ass pinched by several hands. Her pussy inspected by fingers and at last she was allowed to dress in her torn shirt. All through the humiliating ,disgusting torment Darla held back her tears, but now as she was taken to a small cabin below that was empty except for a steel bunk with a thin dirty mattress and left alone, she broke down and the hot tears rolled down her cheeks, her shoulders slumped and she cried. Darla could see herself in the cabin as if she were watching a movie: a captive prisoner: humiliated and tortured, forced to submit to a group of strange men who had stripped her of her clothing, had sex with her body and sold her to another stranger but they would never really posses her mind. She vowed that she would never let them see her cry and she would escape from where ever she was going to be sent. She would not be a SEX SLAVE for anyone! Upstairs, in the Captain's quarters, he was paying the "Police" with several stacks of hundred dollar bills and saying goodbye to them. In bad English he told them that the latest group of American sex slaves were very beautiful and could he expect another shipment in three months? The leader of the "Police" shook hands with him and said : " Yes I will have another hot shipment ready for you Wong Chan, maybe not as beautiful as these women, but ......I'm sure we will have another fine collection of pussy ready for your approval!" - the end - ---------------------------------Email : ronryan73@yahoo.com---------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- Do You Yahoo!? Sign-up for Video Highlights of 2002 FIFA World Cup <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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