Message-ID: <43108asstr$1056741005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Content-Transfer-Encoding: binary From: Rod Ramsey Reply-To: rod_ramsey@yeahright.net X-Original-Message-ID: <20030627130612.0B7F83E40@sitemail.everyone.net> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 27 Jun 2003 06:06:12 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} The Preacher and the Clown - Part One (F/M, FDom, drug, bdsm, ped(implied)) Date: Fri, 27 Jun 2003 15:10:05 -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: newsman, dennyw This is part one of a project Miles Long and I have been working on. We got the idea from our friend Sabrina (a lovely yet angry clown), to write the story based on some rants by a couple of Bible thumping nitwit trolls. You can find the raw story in a.s.s. under the thread: '(ass) You are all fucking sick...'. Enjoy, Rod _____________________________________________________________ Free Email!- Yourname@yeahright.net- http://www.yeahright.net <1st attachment, "PreacherClown1.txt" begin> The following story is fiction. Any real people named in this project are used ficticiously. This work is jointly copyrighted by Miles Long and Rod Ramsey, it may not be used on any pay site without express written consent of both copyright holders. This is a sex story and will include underage participants in part two. Don't read it if you are easily offended or thing that sex is naughty. Please send comments, good and bad to the news group alt.sex.stories if you would. I will annonomize any sent to my e-mail and post them as well. I can be reached at rod_ramsey@yahoo.com. The Preacher and the Clown - Part One (F/M, FDom, drug, bdsm, ped(implied)) By Miles Long, Rod Ramsey. With contributions from Marc and Sabrina. 1. Naomi headed for her car as soon as she could. Magic tricks done, faces painted and the requisite fucking balloon animals and hats made. If that fucking little carrot topped brat had pulled her nose off one more time she would have killed the lot of them. Anyway the kids were happy and the parents satisfied that they had gotten their money's worth. She literally ran into the man as she walked to her car. "Watch where your going asshole." she said in a very un-clown like way. He replied with a forced smile, "The peace of the lord be with you." "Fuck you." Naomi replied turning to go. "Miss I see that there is some anger in you." he said, walking beside her now, "Maybe I can help ease your struggle by telling you of the joy of God." Naomi could sense some inner struggle with the actions of this man. He seemed almost to fear her, only his force of will keeping him from running away. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, he was attractive enough, but needed a gag to shut him up. "Look Mister, right now all I want to do is go home, open a beer and find a nice little stroke story on the internet so I can get off." "Alcohol and masturbation are both sins my child. If you partake of them you shall surely burn in Hell." he replied. "Give me a break." Naomi said. "God's love can forgive all sins." he stated. Naomi was weary at the thought of having to deal with yet another insignificant distraction in her life. Doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result - wasn't that the clinical definition of insanity? "Just what makes you think God needs your help in advancing his cause?" she asked sarcastically. "Do you have some sort of directed insight into just what God demands of his minions?" "Not at all. But his words, and his will are well documented in the Old and New Testament. It's but our choice to heed what's been set down in the sacred texts." His look managed to be both benevolent and smug at the same time. Gotcha, she thought. "Is that so? Does that take into consideration that the Bible has been translated numerous times in the last two thousand years, and translated by men? Men with their own agenda I might add!" "I don't understand what you're getting at. Do you doubt the words as written?" he carefully asked? "Absolutely. If you're secure enough in your belief system, and your conviction perhaps you'd like to come home with me and I'll reveal exactly what I'm talking about." She was beginning to get excited over the prospect of luring this deluded unfortunate into her web. "You're not so insecure that a little scholarly exposure to new ideas is too threatening to consider are you? "Certainly not! His will and his words are the single abiding guide in my life. I take comfort that in all things God provides enlightenment and clear understanding. I warn you, I'm not easily led astray," he stated firmly. "Well then. Let's take a quick drive to my place. Not only will I prove the flaws in your thinking, I'll be able to get out of this outfit. I'm parked just over there. Your male ego won't suffer from the indignity of a woman driving will it?" A measure of his original nervousness showing through, he said, "Certainly not. It's not far is it?" "I live just ten minutes away," she answered. "Fair enough." Getting in the car and settling themselves in, they rode off into the warm afternoon. "So what's your name, Reverend?" said Naomi as she drove. "Pastor Craig, but you can call me Boyd" he said. "I'm not much for formalities outside of the church. What's yours?" "Naomi" she said. "And I'm sorry I snapped at you. I was having a rough time with some kids at this party and I was about to wring someone's neck just as the party ended." "Please don't worry about it" he said. "I do my best to do as the Lord says to and I've already forgiven you." She pulled into her driveway and they both got out of the car. As she turned the key in the lock of her door, she turned and said "Boyd, I have to ask one thing of you. The shoes come off at the door, please. New floors and all." "Not a problem" he said. As they walked into her living room, she turned on the lights and TV. "Have a seat, Boyd. I imagine you don't want a beer with me but I have some pineapple juice or tomato juice." "You know, some pineapple juice sounds really good right about now" he said. "Coming Up" She took out two glasses from the cupboard and poured herself a beer. Taking a drink, she opened up another cupboard door and reached in for her bottle of Xanax. As she opened the bottle, she thought to herself, "One for me and two for you." She swallowed one and washed it down with a good swallow of beer then dropped two into the bottom of Boyd's glass. She quickly crushed them and then stirred in the pineapple juice. With a grin, she picked up both glassed and went into the living room. "Here you go. I'm going to have to leave you for a bit while I get this makeup off and take a quick shower. Make yourself at home and I'll be right back." She walked back to the bathroom and closed the door. Taking her clothes off, she wondered if the Right Reverend would still be awake when she finished her shower. He wasn't a big man so it shouldn't matter. Besides, she still had her mother's wheelchair in the closet. It should be easy enough to load him into it for the short trip the back bedroom. Her "playroom." The ropes and chains started to fill her mind as she stepped into the shower with a grin. She found herself quickly getting excited. Naomi resisted the urge to finger herself as she showered. She planned in her mind what would be best for this arrogant bastard who's morality was going to protect him. She dried her body after the shower, leaving her short curly hair damp. Dark eye shadow and bright red lipstick was the only makeup needed for tonight's entertainment. A quick stop in the playroom for a collar, leash and two small bells that she attached to her nipple rings. She then padded naked into the livingroom, the silver bells tinkling as she walked. Boyd was still awake when she arrived, his glassy eyes fixed on the TV as a half-naked Britney danced to her latest tune. On seeing Naomi, Boyd mouthed the word "Devil" and tried to sink deeper into the sofa. "If you want I can be an angel." Naomi said sweetly, "Just be a good boy for me and I'll take you to heaven." Then letting her voice drop to a deep growl, "Resist me and I'll make your life hell." "You can't tempt me Satan." his words slurred, eyes fixing on Naomi's large breasts with their two small bells. Naomi just smiled and straddled Boyd's lap, she wiggled her body to make the bells jingle. Reaching up she slid the collar around his neck. "I can't tempt you huh? Is that a sausage in your pants?" she asked softly, rubbing her bare crotch along his lap. His growing cock easily felt through his trousers. "Are you going to fight me? It'll be so much more fun if you don't fight me." Boyd tried to tear his eyes off of Naomi's tits. When his eyes would wander she just wiggled enough to ring the bells, bringing his focus back where she wanted it. Keeping her voice low she continued, "You want this, don't deny yourself the pleasure of the flesh. Tell me how much you want this." "No. Is evul, you drug-ged me of some-ting." Boyd said, his voice getting more incoherent. Naomi decided to see if she could get him into the playroom before he passed out completely. She slid off his lap and tugged on the leash. Boyd staggered to his feet, eyes still locked on the silver bells. Naomi walked backwards to the spare bedroom, tugging slightly on the leash whenever Boyd fell behind. 2. Once inside the bedroom Naomi first closed the nearly soundproof door. Then before Boyd could either rouse himself, or completely pass out she began to remove his clothes, Boyd's befuddled state letting her make quick work of getting him down to just the collar. Leaning into him, she pushed him back against the padded wall, Naomi lifted each arm and locked the hanging cuffs around each wrist. "Oww," Boyd slurred. "Tha's tight." "Sorry about that. These are brand new, give them time they'll stretch out after a while," Naomi replied, giving Boyd's cheek a squeeze. She resisted fondling anything else as she turned to begin making preparations for what she called "the main event." Boyd's eyes were alternating between bleary, out of focus attempts to track Naomi's progress across the room and squinting against the harsh glare of the sun-bright fixture on the ceiling. What he failed to notice were the two cameras in the corners of the room, both focused on the wall against which he was secured. Laying out the "instruments" of her second stock and trade, actually more of a hobby. It's only a trade when you get paid, right? Humming tunelessly, she was beginning to feel the familiar tingle of anticipation that preceded these doings. "Wha' have-why, I'm cold..." His confused words drawing Naomi's attention away from the stand full of toys as his legs gave out and his head dropped to his chest. Moving in front of Boyd and pulling his head up by his hair, she sharply said, "Don't pass out on me yet. The party's not even begun." Boyd cracked his eyes open, trying to focus on the face before him, vaguely hearing the tinkle of the bells just below his eyesight. "Sleepy...tired. Just let me res' a while..." he said, voice fading again. Still holding his head up by his hair, she savagely pinched his earlobe with her other hand and smiled in satisfaction when his eyes shot wide open. Though still barely able to focus, at least he was able to get his feet shakily underneath himself, using the wall for support. "That's right. You'll be fine very shortly. Remember, you're the one who's going to determine whether I'm to be the devil or an angel. Now try to stay focused while I finish up getting everything ready. Giving his scrotum a playful squeeze before she turned away, Naomi said, "I won't be but a minute. Perhaps you could review some of the juicier stories of the Bible to prepare your mind." Boyd let his eyes close and slumped in his bonds. Naomi let his head drop to his chest and with a harder squeeze of his balls turned to examine her table filled with toys. The riding crop she looked at and set aside, no use in leaving welts that take days to fade. She picked up her beloved little whippy cat with it's strands of woven silk, so soft yet so painful when used properly. She smiled sweetly when she thought back to when her roommate at college had given the toy to her, then teased her breasts unmercifully with it. Yes it would do, a perfect introduction to the pleasure of pain. Glancing over at Boyd she saw his eyes were open again and he was looking right at her tight round ass. The big faker hadn't passed out and Naomi decided that he needed to pay for his little trick. Picking up a short leather strap Naomi walked back to the bound man. She looked into his frightened eyes, smiling before dropping to her knees. Taking his cock in hand she slid her lips over his slightly stiff manhood. Working her tongue over the member as it started to grow inside her. She could barely hear his mumbled words, unable to make out what he was saying. His cock soon reached full size and Naomi slid her mouth off long enough to place the strap around the base, pulling his balls away from his body. A final tug on the end of the strap pulled the device tight, garnering a grunt from Boyd's lips. Naomi returned to sucking his cock. Boyd returned to his mumbling, slightly louder now, she was able to make out the rhythmic tones of what could only be a prayer. Sliding her mouth off his cock with a long lingering lick along the underside of his shaft, Naomi returned to the table of toys. The large red ballgag gave her an idea and she sauntered from the room. Boyd let out a yelp of fear and pain when she returned. Naomi had donned her orange clown wig and the red ball nose. She walked toward the man with the ballgag swinging from her hand. "No! No, stay away from me." Boyd whispered. "Time for you to shut up Preacher Man." Naomi replied. Boyd clamped his mouth shut as she brought the red rubber ball to his lips. He shook his head from side to side as she tried to force it in. "Open your fucking mouth." she growled, taking hold of a nipple and twisting. Boyd's scream was cut off in mid-gasp as Naomi forced the ballgag into his open mouth, shoving his head hard against the padded wall to get it seated all the way. She quickly secured the straps and stepped closer to kiss the tip of his nose. "So much better." she said, kneeling once more. Naomi found that she had to remove the red nose to properly suck Boyd's cock. Her mouth working it's magic along his shaft. Eventually Boyd started moving his hips in frustration, desire to cum overriding his moral thoughts. Naomi pulled off when she felt he was frustrated to the proper level, no need to worry about him shooting his load with the strap restricting his cock and balls. She used two fingers to pick up some of the moisture that had dripped from her pussy before standing up. She wiped her wet fingers under his nose and along his lips, removing the gag to force the moisture onto his tongue. "That's just a taste of what you'll be getting later." she whispered in his ear, "Now be quiet or the gag goes back in." Straddling his cock she squeezed her legs together and humped her hips back and forth along his ridged cock. Boyd closed his eyes to her wicked grin, inches from his face. "Well if he doesn't want to watch, I have just the thing." Naomi thought to herself. Stepping away she let her hand trail along his cock. At the table she picked up a blindfold, returning to his side. Boyd started to resist until Naomi's hand touched his nipple once more. Without further resistance Naomi fastened the blindfold across his eyes. The only thing that could have given Boyd a greater jolt of fear than that of what Naomi was going to subject him to was the inability to see just what was about to happen to him. The jolt of fear-laced adrenalin into his system brought him close to full consciousness as the world went dark around him. "Wait. Stop! Why are doing this? Damn it, I can't see," Boyd objected. "Is your faith so weak that a little darkness troubles you? I thought God brought enlightenment?" Naomi teased as she again rubbed her wet nether lips along the top of Boyd's cock. "Surely you remember the beginning of all things when God said 'Let there be light!' don't you. And it was good..." Naomi's voice trailed off to a pleasure-soaked moan and her hips redoubled their gyrations below. If anything, Boyd's cock stiffened even more, gaining noticeable girth and it soaked in Naomi's juices. Easing away from Boyd with a soft sigh, Naomi turned to her table of toys trying to decide just what to "play with" next. Making up her mind she first walked back over to her restrained victim and stood inches away. Sensing her presence Boyd said, "Let me go! You can't keep me here like this...I demand you let me go....please?" His fear, and the beginnings of despair readily evident. His speech only slightly thickened. "I promise, really, no one will ever know. I'll never mention to a soul what went on here." Ignoring his pleas, Naomi reached up and released the catch on his left cuff. And before Boyd could pull his arm away, she attached it to the chain holding in right arm above his head. Then she removed his right cuff and snapped it to the free chain, in effect turning him to face the wall. "God damn it!" he roared. "Let me down this instant. I won't stand for this any more!" "Sorry honey, that's just what you ARE going to be doing, at least for the time being. And, depending on how good you are, you just might be standing for this for the rest of the night." Caressing his buttocks, giving them firm squeezes, Naomi leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Relax, you've nothing to worry about. I'm only going to do to you what the church has been doing to it's flock for the last few centuries. I believe it was Monty Python who stated so succinctly, 'No one ever expects the Spanish Inquisition.'" Shaking his head furiously, and rubbing it against the wall before him, Boyd frantically tried to scrape the blindfold from his face. "Very well, let me help you with that since you're bound and determined, get it," she whispered, "to see what's going on," she continued conversationally. Removing the blindfold, Naomi tossed it aside, watching as Boyd tried to take in what was around him, squinting against the glare. "What manner of depraved room is this?" He demanded. "This is the place of a sick and unholy mind. There will be little chance for salvation if you should violate me, or continue your blasphemous ways. Release me and I will endeavor to bring you to the Lord. In his care you shall be cleansed of this madness and find the inner peace you so desperately need." "I don't thing so Pastor. It is you who needs a good dose of 'salvation' in the form of the realities of life." Craning his head around as far as he could, Boyd saw Naomi return to small stand where he could make out a profusion of objects, none of which he could see well enough to make out. The cool temperature of the room was doing nothing to prevent the sweat of fear from gathering at the back of Boyd's neck. Slowly a droplet began to roll down his spine, forcing a shiver of fear from him. In his peripheral vision, he saw Naomi stepping into some kind of under garment or something. He could see her pulling it up and adjusting it around her hips. For a moment he was relieved, thinking she might be getting at least partially dressed, perhaps even as a prelude to letting him go, having had her fun scaring and humiliating him. Unfortunately, as she turned her back to him he heard a series of snaps, and a momentary buzz of something electric, a motor or something. He somehow knew that this depraved woman wasn't through with him yet. And as she turned back to him, his whole body shuddered in horror as he was able to see just what Naomi had donned. 3. The phallus Naomi was wearing was large and black as night, hanging horizontal on it's harness. Boyd watched in growing horror when she pushed a button on the control she held and the dildo expanded in a ring that moved from base to just below the head. Naomi smiled her most demented smile as she approached his bound form. "Time for Preacher Man to meet Mr. Black." she teased, the dildo bouncing as she walked toward him. "No. Don't do this too me. Sodomy is a sin." Boyd begged. "I could invite my boyfriend over. He goes both ways and would probably love to fuck your virgin ass." she replied. Boyd clamped his legs together when she tried to slide Mr. Black between his legs. He felt her pull back, looking over his shoulder he could see her pick up the whippy cat from the table. With a flick of her wrist she lashed his ass with the fine silk strands. The soft whip fell lightly on his ass, just kissing his flesh. As Naomi repeatedly struck his body he began to feel a burning sensation cover his entire butt. The pain continued to build as the girl worked the whip over his ass, his body twisting in his bonds, trying to escape the lash of her whip. Reluctantly Boyd let a low keening wail escape his lips. "All you have to do to stop this is spread your legs for Mr. Black." Naomi informed him, stopping long enough to reach around and fondle his still hard cock. "You want it. Just admit it, when I'm done I'll let you cum." she whispered in his ear." "No. I'll not submit to your devilry." Boyd replied in a shaky voice. Naomi looked his pink ass over, tracing her fingernail along the flesh. She could see Boyd clench his muscles in pain as the white skin bloomed pink following her finger. She trailed the finger down his ass crack and poked the sharp nail against his pucker. Twisting the digit she forced her way into his tight hole. "SPREAD YOUR FUCKING LEGS" she yelled. "NO. DAMN YOU." he yelled back. "Come on Boyd," she said in a reasonable voice, "the drug is wearing off and the pain will increase as it does. You may as well get it over with now, while you can still claim it was the drugs fault you let yourself be assfucked." "Please child. Let me go, what your doing is against the law as well as a crime against nature." Naomi laughed for a minute before responding, "Who's going to believe you? Have you not seen all the newspaper and TV stories about preachers getting caught having sex with their flock. Why just last week there was the story of a pastor who videotaped a thirteen year old girl going down on him." "So you're saying two wrongs make a right?" "No. I just want to fuck you in your self-righteous ass." she replied, "Now spread your legs or I'll whip you some more." "Look, Miss Naomi..." Boyd began. "Oh, so now it's 'Miss' is it? Do I detect more than a hint of fear, because it can't possibly be respect now is it?" "Please believe me when I say that if you release me now I promise to forget this whole incident. No one will ever know what went on, no authorities will become involved. Just let me go before you do something you'll regret," Boyd finished. "Regrets? Me? I think not," Naomi began as she triggered the inner ring of the dildo, the slight buzz chilling Boyd to the bone. "I'm thinking more that you're the one who's going to leave here with regrets." Moving closely behind Boyd, Naomi aimed the pulsating phallus between Boyd's legs. Slowly rubbing it back and forth along the crease of Boyd's bottom and thighs, Naomi whispered in his ear, "What are you thinking now Reverend? Do you feel what's in store for you? Are you imagining what it's going to feel like when I shove this toy of mine up your ass? Are you afraid of being sexually penetrated in the ass? Or...is it that you're afraid that you might like it? Yes...I think that's what's going on right on through here. Is this what you secretly crave Reverend? A little anal penetration? Or is it the abject surrender to another, and a woman at that. Remember, organized religion was invented by you men to take power away from women, away from the life givers." Driving the pulsating phallus deeper between Boyd's thighs Naomi began caressing his neck and shoulders and she began to saw her hips back and forth. "That's right Reverend, women give life and men do everything possible to take it away," she said, thrusting, building a persistent rhythm. Drawing closer to his ear, Naomi breathlessly whispered, "I'm going to fuck you Reverend, first I'm going to fuck you slow. Then, I'm going to fuck you fast---and deep. And you know what? There's not a fucking thing you can do aboutit." Pulling the dildo from between his thighs, Naomi began to rub it up and down the crack of Boyd's ass. "Let's just say that you're going to stand in for all the clergy who historically have been fucking women in the ass through the ages." She nestled the head of the rubber cock at the tightly puckered opening and began to push. "Stop! You can't. You can't take away a man's humanity from him like this. You can't do this to me. I have never done anything to harm you, all I wanted was to give you whatever measure of comfort or advice you were willing to accept, I wished no harm on you! Just stop." Boyd was desperately pulling at the chains that held his arms aloft, clenching his buttocks together as strongly as his standing position would permit. Turning his head right and left, trying to look Naomi in the face he said, "Is it so in your heart to ruin me? Must you abuse me to atone for the acts of others? Ow...it's too big....I can't take it. Please don't so this to me." Prying his cheeks apart with both hands, Naomi pushed against the resisting ring of flesh. Putting her weight behind her, she watched as Boyd's anus began to give, stretching minutely around the blunt tip of the black, pulsating rubber. "No...you can't. I've never..." "Never what Reverend? Never been fucked in the ass? Perhaps, but I'm not so sure you've never seen things from my perspective." She pushed fully half an inch more into him, his asshole broadening further to accept the rubber intrusion. Fortunately for Boyd his own fear-sweat provided a small measure of lubrication, the pulsations of the internal ring serving to momentarily loosen the muscles designed to hold shit in. "There we go. That's not so bad now, is it?" Naomi taunted him as she reached around to grab his turgid cock in her hand. Stroking him slowly she began to gyrate her hips, not to drive deeper, but to stimulate the sensitive skin both in and around his stretched asshole. Boyd moaned in humiliation, raising himself up on tip-toe trying to escape the persistent pressure from behind. Naomi smiled to herself as she felt the slightest thickening of his cock as she stroked him. She reached around with her other hand and grabbed his scrotum. She bared her teeth in glee as he moaned again, suffused with conflicting sensation. Leaning to his ear once again, Naomi licked along the back of his neck and then said, "Brace yourself Reverend, this is definitely going to hurt you more than it's going to hurt me." Boyd closed his eyes and tried to twist away from Naomi's probing thrusts. He let out a scream when she clamped down on his testicles with her hand. "Stay still and relax or I'll rip these off." she growled in his ear. Boyd froze with the pain of his nuts being compressed. Naomi kept stroking his cock while she leaned forward. The dildo slid deeper into his ass, his sphincter contracting to avoid the intrusion. She pulled back slightly, leaving the tip imbedded, then shoved forward. Boyd grunted explosively with the impact of Naomi's thrust. With a quarter of the dildo's length now buried in Boyd's rectum, Naomi began a slow pumping motion. Boyd cursed in a language that Naomi didn't recognized, maybe Latin for all she knew. She could see the side of his face scrunched up in pain, however the cock she held in her hand just seemed to be getting bigger and harder the more she pumped his ass. She gave one final push and the large black phallus was buried all the way in his tight ass. Naomi hit the control for the movable ring, the buzz of the unit stimulating her clit as the motor drove deep into his ass. "NO! NO! NO!" Boyd screamed in pain as his anal ring was forced open even more. Naomi started pumping again as the unit reached the tip, it would stay there vibrating until she released the button and pulled out. Boyd was shaking visibly in his bonds as she brutalized his ass. She pulled the strap around his cock and balls loose as she shoved the dildo all the way into his tight ass. Suddenly Boyd froze his eyes going wide open. With a desperate plea to God for forgiveness, he began spewing semen all over Naomi's wall. Naomi smiled and shut off the vibrating dildo, letting the pain ring slide from his body. She continued to stroke his cock, milking every last drop of cum from Boyd's cock. Pulling the dildo completely out Naomi dropped to her knees, kissing his cock and licking the residual cum from the tip. "How was it going to work again Preacher Man?" she asked. 4. Boyd was overcome with shame, pain, humiliation and something else he wouldn't, no couldn't admit. Seeing that she wasn't going to get an answer from Boyd anytime soon, Naomi softly stoked his softened cock, taunting him even further. "Now that's what I call 'Devine Inspiration' there Preacher," taking him fully into her mouth. The warmth, and the sucking sensation a counterpoint to the burning pain in Boyd's ass. Popping the soft, clean cock from her mouth, Naomi stood, and said into Boyd's ear. "That's only the beginning. By the time I'm done with you I'm betting you're going to have a whole new perspective on a number of things." Naomi walked back to the table holding her collection of "toys" and began to stir the pile about. Hearing the slight commotion behind him immediately caught Boyd's attention. Licking his bone-dry lips, Boyd croaked, "Haven't you done enough damage for one day. Please, you've ruined me. You've taken away any dignity I may have had as a man. Let me go, you can't debase me any further. Please. Let me down." "I think not. Besides, I didn't really ruin you, I think of it more as having 'enlightened' you. Think of the big picture. By your experiences tonight, and as long as I decide to keep you, I expect you will gain such a broad insight into the condition of man that you'll think twice before accosting some innocent soul just walking about." Just then Boyd heard a clink of metal on metal. Craning his head around as far as he could he could just catch the glint of something small and round in Naomi's hand. Blinking furiously, trying to get a better look he made out two large metal marbles, both just a bit smaller than a golf ball. "What matter of perversion are you thinking about now you evil bitch," he said hoarsely. "You realize of course that both God, and the authorities will claim their day of reckoning on you, harlot!" "Ohhh, I like a man with some starch in him. I'd be a little less worried about my day of reckoning and more of your own if you have any sense about you," she said, slipping behind him again. Reaching around to stroke his flaccid cock, Naomi tickled his ear with her tongue. "Relax. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be thanking me in God's name." With that Boyd felt her begin to slide something smooth and round into his stretched and abused asshole. "This won't hurt a bit Reverend. See?" she said as she slipped a second ball into his ass. "These are special little toys. You should feel privileged, only my best customers get this treatment." Stroking him in a firm, insistent rhythm, Naomi was pleased as she felt the beginnings of additional blood filling his cock. Giving his scrotum a squeeze, she stepped back and said, "Now it's time for my version of twenty questions. I'll ask you a question, and you have to answer. Anytime you don't give me an answer, or if I think you're lying to me this is what youget..." Boyd's whole body spasmed, every muscle clenched against the electrical stimulation originating from just behind his prostate. After a second that seemed like an eternity the charge disappeared, allowing Boyd to draw a relieved breath, the sweat of fear returning anew. "Shall we begin?" Boyd clamped his mouth shut and didn't say a word. Naomi let the control slide along his ass cheek, pausing when it touched his pucker. "Question one. What were you doing in the park?" she asked. "FUCK YOU. YOU'RE GOING TO BURN IN HELL." Boyd yelled at the top of his lungs. Pain racked his body as Naomi pressed the button again. "You should learn to be more polite to the one who controls your pain. Now, what were you doing in the park?" "Enjoying the scenery." Boyd replied quietly. "What kind of scenery? The boy scenery or the girl scenery?" she asked. "The trees and the birds kind you fucking bitch." Naomi held the button down until Boyd slumped in his bonds. She walked out of the room and got another beer from the fridge before returning. Boyd was trying to get his feet to support his body when she walked back in drinking her Budweiser from the can. Leaning against the table she sipped her beer and watched Boyd regain his senses before approaching him again. Naomi tilted his head back and pinched his cheeks, forcing his mouth open. He was too weak to struggle as she poured the remaining beer down his throat. Tossing the empty can into the trash can across the room she gripped his cock. "Are you going to answer truthfully and politely now?" "Yes." he croaked. "That should be 'yes Mistress'." she said, holding the button up for Boyd to see. "Yes Mistress." Boyd said with a quiver in his voice. "Good boy." Naomi replied, gently stroking his cock. "You were coming from the direction of the tennis courts. Did you stop to watch the people playing?" "Yes, I love tennis." "Did the women in their short skirts excite you?" "NO, those outfits are despicable. Making the girls look like harlots." Boyd struggled to keep from raising his voice. "Girls? How old were the girls you were watching?" Boyd closed his mouth and turned his head away from Naomi's gaze. Tears formed in his tightly closed eyes. "Answer me Boyd. Were you staring at the lithe bodies of young girls?" "No I wasn't. I was just watching that's all. I didn't mean anything by it." "How old were they Boyd?" she asked. Boyd remained silent, his body tensing in anticipation of the pain he was sure was coming. "Answer me. How old were the girls you were watching? Early twenties? Late teen? Early teen?" she asked, Boyd tensed as she finally asked, "Younger? Pre-teen girls? Were you watching little girls in their cute little outfits bounce around the tennis court?" "Middle or late teen. Honest I was just watching I didn't do anything wrong." "Did you get a woody watching teenage girls play?" Naomi asked, giving his now rock hard penis a squeeze. "Yes." Boyd broke down in sobs, his whole body shaking with fear and self-loathing. "You should get out more." she said, letting Boyd sob quietly to himself. "How old are you Boyd?" she asked, as he regained control of himself. "Thirty-five." he answered. "Well aren't you the pervert. Some of those girls are almost young enough to be your daughter. Do you have a daughter, Boyd?" "Yes." Boyd replied with tears tracing their way down his face. "How old is she Boyd?" Naomi whispered the question, her mouth millimeters from his ear. Boyd let his head drop, resting it on the wall. Through his sniffles he answered, "Fourteen." 5. "If I didn't know men so well I'd be disgusted," Naomi said, clutching Boyd's rock hard cock. "So, you're out in the park checking out daughter surrogates. What was on your mind while you were getting your little woody, Reverend? Were you imagining your own daughter playing tennis? Or, as I suspect, were you imagining her in a state of undress, exposing her young nubile flesh to your eyes?" "Fuck off," Boyd sobbed. "I wasn't doing anything of the sort," he said clenching every muscle in his body in anticipation of a renewal of the electrical jolts already visited on him. Seeing that Boyd fully expected to be shocked, Naomi gave him a half-second of the juice; enough to jolt, but not push him into insensibility. "I find it very telling that you expected me to punish you for your answer..... Somebody is lying to me aren't they?" she said softly in his ear, renewing her stroking of his cock. "So, there you were, fantasizing about your own daughter." Shaking his head, forehead against the padding of the wall, Boyd's shoulders dropped in surrender as low as the chains permitted. "I can't help myself sometimes. Appreciation of beauty is no sin, even if it's someone close." He shuddered as Naomi ran the metal of the remote up and down his back. "Do you try to see your daughter undressed at home?" sheprodded. "No- Wait!" he almost screamed. "Sometimes I catch a quick glimpse of her when she goes between her room and the bathroom!" He answered, panic permeated his every word. Boyd let out an involuntary scream as Naomi let go of his cock and triggered a full two seconds of juice into his ass. When Boyd's breathing began to slow she grabbed his hair and pulled back as far as his neck would allow. "That's not what I asked you. What did I say?" Sucking in huge breaths he answered, "You...you asked me if I try to see her undressed." "That's right. Now I'm going to ask you one more time; Do you ever try to see your daughter undressed?" Naomi hissed in his ear, still holding his head pulled back. Sobbing, only able to see straight overhead, Boyd whispered "Yes." Turning his head to face her, Naomi stuck her face just inches away. "That wasn't so hard now was it? Does your wife suspect your desire for your own daughter?" Closing his eyes against Naomi's unwavering gaze, again he simply answered, "No." "Very good. I believe you're getting the hang of this game. Now let me ask you this, have you ever touched, inappropriately, your daughter, or any other underaged girl in your 'flock?'" "Don't make me answer that, please. I beg you....argh!" he broke off mid-word as he received another full two seconds of juice. His moan of pain once the electrical current ceased was a hoarse, animalistic sound with very little in the way of humanovertones. "I hope I don't have to ask you again..." she began. Boyd began to hysterically pull at the chains attached to the cuffs fastened to his wrists, pushing against the wall before him with hisfeet. Naomi fed him another two second jolt in an effort to keep him from hurting himself, knowing that a man four times Boyd's weight and strength wouldn't be able to pull the chains from the ceiling. When she released the button on the remote she was surprised to see Boyd's cock throbbing in a five inch arch with his rapid heartbeat. Looking closer it appeared that Boyd's member had actually grown larger. Jesus, she thought, what a waste, that thing ought to be put to good use. Quite gently Naomi rubbed her right hand up and down Boyd's back while her left hand stroked his cock. "If you tell me the truth without hesitation I'll let you fuck me." she whispered in his ear, "You know you want it. Tell me who you've touched and where." Boyd took a deep breath before answering, "Lynn. I touched Lynn on her breasts." he let out a series of sobs before continuing, "She enjoyed it. I didn't force myself on her at all. I swear." "Lynn is your daughter?" "No, she's my little Heather's best friend. We were playing in the pool and Lynn just came up to me and started to tickle me. I tickled back and one thing led to another." Boyd raised his voice for the next part, "She liked it. It's all her fault, prancing around in her skimpy little bikini. Showing off her body for anyone to see. My God I'm just a man what did you expect me to do?" "I would expect a man to tell the girl that what she is doing is inappropriate and put an end to it. Not fondle a fourteen year olds tits. Don't you get any from your wife?" Naomi hesitated then gave him a quick jolt. "Arrgh. No my wife is a frigid bitch. All she ever does anymore is nag and complain about not living in a bigger house." Boyd replied with venom in his voice. "So you've taken to fondling your little girl's best friend. When did this happen Boyd?" "Three maybe four hours ago." he replied much more subdued now, "I left as soon as I could. I know it wasn't right, she told me that she wanted me to take her virginity. I ran. I couldn't stay there with Heather and Lynn teasing me like that. Both of them kept bumping into me. Or did I bump into them? I don't know. I wanted her so bad, I just couldn't help from touching more and more of her." Boyd's head fell against the wall. "I knew if I stayed there I would do something terrible. Lynn looked so, so sexy in that bikini. I didn't even know I was going to the park until I found myself at the tennis courts. Then there were all those sexy girls in their short skirts and tight little panties. Everywhere I turned there were more girls just begging to be touched. Then I ran into you and you scared me to my senses." Boyd closed his eyes and softly pounded his head against the padded wall. "Let me down. Please. I promise I won't run or fight you anymore." "Just a few more questions, then if your still cooperating I might move you to the bed." "Ok. I'll be good Mistress." Boyd responded, tacking on the Mistress without hesitation. "Did your daughter know what you and Lynn were doing?" sheasked. "Yes. She was right there the whole time, not two feet away." "What was her reaction to Lynn wanting you to take her virginity?" Naomi asked. "Please I can't say. It's just too horrible." "We had an agreement. Should I let Mr. Black have another crack at your ass?" "She asked if she could watch." the color drained from his face as he answered, "She asked if she could be next. That's when I ran. I couldn't stay with those two without fucking them." "So not only are you a pervert, you're a coward too! Don't you know that the genie can't be stuffed back into the bottle once you let it out?" Shoulders shaking, Boyd answered, "I just didn't know what to do. What if they told someone, I'd be ruined. I would lose my church, my standing in the community, and there's no telling what my wife would do. Castration would only be the beginning." Giving him a quick jolt, Naomi said in disgust, "How pathetic, you feel up a teenager and now you're feeling sorry for your-self? You make me sick." Reaching down to feel just how hard his cock was, Naomi continued. "It doesn't appear that every part of you has any regrets," she said, stroking him to complete hardness again. "Please, just let me go. You've humiliated me, abused me, and have forced my most private thoughts out of me. What more can you do to me?" Boyd's voice trailed off in complete surrender. "I wish I had never gone to that park." "Oh now, you can't look at it that way," she said, leaving him to return to her table of toys. "Think of this as your salvation. I'm the only thing that stands between you and utter depravity." "Bullshit. You're just a sick, mean-spirited man hater..." "Ah, ah, ah," Naomi said, shaking her finger at his back. "Remember who's in charge here," she said, feeding the current once again to his sorely abused asshole. "Remember little man, politeness counts." Picking up a small strap and moving up behind him, Naomi grabbed Boyd by the balls and encircled his erect cock, behind his scrotum with a tight rubber strap, pulling it so tight Boyd tried to levitate to get away from the pressure. Giving it one last tug, making sure that cock and balls were free for action, she stood up and said, "That's not so bad now, is it? Just a little something to keep the blood in your special little muscle." Reaching for the small key, hanging between her breasts, she said, "I'm going to release one of your wrists and attach it to the other. Then I'm going to do the same to your other wrists. This way we can see each other without poor baby having to strain his neck. If you give me the least bit of trouble you know what's in store for you don't you." Boyd's body spasmed, and could do little else than tremble as Naomi held the button down on the remote for a full five seconds. When she released the button, she quickly detached Boyd's wrists and turned him around before he could regain his senses. Leaning over, while he was still in a state of post traumatic shock, she snapped ankle cuffs on both legs. Stepping back, waiting for Boyd to recover, she picked up her glass of juice and sipped it, patiently waiting for Boyd's eyes to focus. As his breathing wound down, Boyd was surprised to see he was facing away from the wall. As he took in his surroundings he was again struck by the ripeness of the naked woman before him. His blood-constricted cock throbbed in reminder of the predicament he was in, and yet, some primal portion of his reptilian hind-brain was clearly aroused by the woman, and the prospects of what might lie ahead. "Shall we continue our game?" Naomi asked. "Good. My next question to you is, what kinds of sex have you had with your wife? Does she blow you? Does she make you go down on her? Have you ever fucked her in the ass? Be specific now, you know the consequences." Drawing in a deep breath, Boyd knew he would tell this woman anything she asked. "The few times we have had sex while we've been married has been just plain old intercourse, in the missionary position. I have tried to kiss her between her legs, but she thinks that's nasty.' She has never put me in her mouth. Penetrating her from behind, in any opening is completely out of the question. There, are you satisfied?" he said with a trace of defiance in his voice. "Temper, temper," Naomi said, holding up the remote. "If you think this is the worst it can get you're sadly mistaken." Dropping his head in submission, Boyd quickly said, "Yes Mistress. I'm sorry." "Much better. Now getting back to your daughter. Has she ever expressed any sexual interest in you before the three of you decided to 'frolic' in the pool?" "I wasn't sure before. Sometimes when I'm reading or working in front of the computer she jumps on my lap and squirms around. I suppose she might be doing that to arouse me." Grinning, Naomi asked, "And does that get your dick hard?" Barely whispering, eyes downcast in shame, Boyd replied, "Yes." "And could she tell?" Naomi prompted. Pausing a moment, he answered, "She must have. It almost seemed that when I got hard she would wiggle even more. I would have to pick her up off of me and shoo her away." "And then what? Would you go and jack off, thinking about your own daughter, and what you'd like to do to her?" Naomi said, moving up to stroke Boyd's pulsating erection. "Yes..." Dropping to her knees, she swiped at the head of his cock. "And did you imagine her doing this?" she said, plunging her mouth down over his engorged member, scrubbing the area underneath the head with her tongue, where the skin drew together. Groaning in pleasure, and humiliation, Boyd could barely get out the tortured, "Yes. Yes I did." Popping him from her mouth, Naomi stood up, continuing the stroke him gently with her hand, the other reaching up to stroke his face. "Do you wish it was her here right now? Holding you captive, able to do with you what she may?" Shaking his head from side to side, his eyes squinted shut against the thought, Boyd let out an explosive breath, his eyes opening as wide as his lids would allow. "Yes, God dammit. Yes, yes, yes! I wish it was her mouth sucking me. I wish she would take me! Take me in a way that I can't resist. I want to come in every hole in her body! I want her to make me do it, over and over again. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, YOU BITCH!!" he shouted. "Good, good..." she purred, "Now we're getting somewhere. Perhaps you'd like to have me call her and tell her to get her little friend and come on over. How hard is it going to be for me to find your home phone number and speak directly to her?" "NO! You can't! You wouldn't!" he said, maniacally pulling at the chains. "I'LL KILL YOU!" Calmly smiling at Boyd's bright red face, she held up the remote and let him watch as she pressed the button. 6. Pain ripped through Boyd's body like a flame through dry brush. Naomi held the button down until he once more slumped in his bonds. As he began to stir she unhooked his arms and pulled him over to the large bed, laying him face up on the stiff mattress. Quickly she secured his arms and legs to the four corners of heavy wooden bedframe. Boyd's eyes followed Naomi's tight ass as she walked from the room. Naomi was really tempted to call Boyd's slutty little girl, not so much for Boyd's pleasure but so Naomi could introduce the girl to the joys of female flesh. It wouldn't be hard to convince the girl that Dad's only hope was for her to give into Naomi's demands for a little girl/girl tongue action. She thumbed through the phone book looking for Boyd's name, sure enough it was listed along with the number for his church. Punching in the number she sat back on the couch, her free hand tracing circles around her nipples. "Hello?" came the young girl voice from the phone. "Hi. Is this Heather?" she asked. "Um, yeah. Who's this?" the girl responded. "I'm a friend of your father. Is your sexy little friend Lynn still there." "My friend Lynn? What does she have to do with my father? And why are you calling her sexy? That's wrong." Heather replied. "Weren't you three playing a naughty little game in the pool earlier?" Naomi asked. "Who are you? Is this some kind of sick joke?" Heather demanded. "Is your Mom there? I think she might be interested in hearing about the way you and Lynn teased your Dad in the pool earlier." Naomi said, "I think you know what I'm talking about." "Look lady I don't know who you are or what you think we did but it's none of your business." Heather sounded defensive. "You never know I could be from Child Protective Services. How would you and Lynn like to go to Juvenile Hall for trying to seduce an older man?" she said. "Ugh, you're not from CPS or you wouldn't have started off by calling Lynn sexy." Heather replied, "Now who are you and what do you want." "Ok, Miss Smartypants, what I want is for you and Lynn to come over to my house and fuck your Dad, just like you wanted." "Fuck my Dad? You're nuts, I don't want to fuck my Dad and neither does Lynn. Your sick and I'm calling the police." Heather yelled, slamming the phone down before Naomi could respond. Naomi carried the phone with her as she headed back to the game room. She stopped off in the kitchen for another beer, the buzz from the beer and pill earlier making her feel mellow. Boyd could see the phone in her hand as she entered the room. The look on Naomi's face was not one of peace, rather hostility toward Boyd. "I just had a nice chat with Heather. She seemed quite perturbed that a stranger should know about your little fun in the pool. She even denied it and threatened to call the police." "You bitch. I can't believe you actually called." Boyd replied, hyperventilating. "She's just a kid, you had no right to do that." "She denied everything. So who lied to me Boyd? Did you fib about the pool party with Lynn and Heather? Or is Heather trying deny it happened?" Naomi asked, picking up the riding crop and swishing it through the air, "Gloves are off now Boyd. No more lies. Tell me the truth." Naomi struck his cock with the tip of the crop, eliciting a scream from the captive man. She had barely brought her arm back for a second swing at Boyd's unprotected genitals when the phone rang, disrupting her aim. She gave Boyd a look then traded the crop for the phone. Looking at the caller ID displayed she smiled at him then answered the phone. "Hello." she said sweetly. "Look lady, I don't know who you are, or why you said what you said. Just what do you want? I don't want you to tell anyone what you said, so why are you callin' me?" "My, my, is this Heather?" Naomi asked. "You know it is," came the sullen answer. "Why are you saying those hateful things. They're not true. And even if they were, they're none of your business! Who told you?" "Well Heather, who do you think told me? Do you think your friend Lynn spilled the beans? Or maybe I was watching the three of you in the pool. Did you ever think about that?" "Look, I don't know how you know. It's not going to ever happen again. Me and Lynn agreed," Heather began. "I don't care whether you and your little friend fuck the whole football team," Naomi said, satisfied to hear the startled gasp on the other end of the phone. "That's not why I called." "Then what do you want, Lady?" "I want you to get your friend and come to my house, I have a big surprise for you. Besides, you wouldn't want me to make a call to the authorities do you? What do you think will happen to your father if I told?" Instantly suspicious, Heather didn't immediately reply. "I'm not going to hurt you or tell on the two of you, but once you get here I'm sure you'll be happy you did," Naomi continued. At these words Boyd began to shout, "DON'T..." Naomi dropped the phone and scrambled for the remote she'd left on the table when she'd secured Boyd to the bed. Triggering the flow of electricity through Boyd's body, and holding the button down as she retrieved the phone, Naomi watched as the corded muscles in his neck tightened, almost steel-like as his body arched off the bed. Releasing the button, Naomi said into the phone, "Sorry about that, I had a bug to squash. Now where were we? Oh yes. I want you and your friend to come to my house. It's several hours before dark so you should be able to get away for a while." "I don't know. This is a little too weird. I mean, I don't even know who you are? What if Lynn can't get away? Are you still going to tell?" Heather asked. "Maybe. Why don't you give her a call." Naomi could tell that Heather's curiosity was beginning to work on the young teen along with the fear of the threat Naomi presented her with. "Look little girl. I'm inviting you to my house, you'll know where I live. If anything funny happens you can tell the police or your parents exactly where I live." Casting an eye at her captive on the bed, Naomi saw his breathing had almost returned to normal. On closer inspection she could see a single tear trailing down the side of Boyd's face making it's way to his ear. Laying the remote on the bed next to Boyd's legs, Naomi began to slowly stroke his semi-hard cock. "Tell you what. If you and your friend Lynn are good, I'll even feed you," she said, and then engulfed Boyd's cock for a quick, deep suck. "I don't know. This is too creepy." Heather was beginning to waver. Pulling her mouth off of the girl's father's cock, Naomi said into the phone, "If you and your friend aren't here in a hour, my next call is to the police. I guarantee your father will be picked up as a pedophile, and his job at the church will be over. Your family will be ruined." "Don't do that. I'll call Lynn, we'll come over. Just don't get my daddy in trouble. Besides, it wasn't his fault." Naomi could hear a sniff over the phone. "Good. Find a cab, and when you get here the money for the cab will be in the mailbox." "OK lady," Heather surrendered. Giving Heather her address, Naomi watched Boyd's reaction out of the corner of her eye, ready for any outburst from her captive. Exacting, once again, the promise of compliance from the teen, reminding her of the consequences for non-compliance, Naomi hung up. "Why? Why must you have to involve her? Haven't you had enough sick fun torturing me? Why do you insist in this madness?" Boyd asked. "Does your sickness know any boundaries?" "Gee Boyd, you fondle two underaged girls, one of which is your own daughter, then you head out to a public park to check out some more little girls and you ask me about my boundaries?" Naomi laughed, throwing her head back in utter delight. "If that isn't the best example of situational ethics I've heard in a long, long time I don't know what is. The pot calling the kettle black, now don't that beat all." Boyd looked chagrined, and with his cock unable to go down with the tight strap preventing him from having an easy orgasm, or going soft, he didn't know whether to shit or go blind. Naomi's oral attention only served to re-awaken the sensation of pleasure in an almost painful extent. Flicking the swollen head of Boyd's dick, Naomi said, "I'm going to fix myself something to eat and wait for your daughter's arrival. Don't go anywhere now." Getting up and leaving Boyd alone in her playroom Naomi considered bring something to eat back for her helpless guest, but decided that he only deserved a drink of water at best. Boyd watched Naomi's receding ass as she left the room, pulling the door shut behind her. His dread began to grow as he realized he'd be, in some way, confronted by the presence of his own little girl. No way did he want her to see him like this. He began to twist his bonds, trying to find some way, some weakness that would allow him to free himself. Lifting his head, looking down toward his legs, Boyd's heart sank. The remote was gone. With that infernal device in hand, Naomi still had a pretty powerful hole card. He trembled as he relived the helplessness of his body under the electrical stimulation. Clenching and unclenching his anal muscles he couldn't move the small balls up his ass at all. Desperation drove him as he looked for anything within reach that might help him. His frantic examination around the room brought one of the video cameras to his attention. The bottom of his stomach dropped as he realized that this woman probably had recorded the entire sequence of events of the afternoon. Boyd was nearly without hope. His only salvation was the hope that Heather would somehow either convince that sick woman to release him, or set him free. In despair, he finally began to relax, husbanding his strength. Laying there, not able to move much at all, his erection painfully erect, Boyd began to fantasize about just what he would do to this woman if the circumstances were reversed. His visualizations were extreme, and incredibly vivid. While he planned in exquisite detail, the retribution he would visit on her should he get the chance time passed unnoticed. All of a sudden the door to the room opened and Naomi walked in, dressed in a short robe. Pulling his head up, she held a glass of water to his lips. Seeing his hesitation she said, "There's nothing wrong with this water." Seeing the distrust in his eyes she brought it to her own lips and downed a huge gulp, the sound of her swallowing loud in the quiet room. Holding it once again to his lips, she watched as he downed the entire glass at once. Pulling his lips away from the glass, Boyd gasped, getting his breath back. "There, that wasn't so bad now was it? I was going to ask you if you had to pee, but with that thing 'helping' keep your cock interested you'd be hard-pressed to get anything through there." Getting to her feet, Naomi leaned over and gave his cock a few seconds of strong sucking before letting it out of her mouth with a "pop." Grasping something hanging around her neck on a chain, Boyd's heart dropped yet again as he saw that damned remote hanging like some sort of jewelry, or pendent. "Remember, this will never be out of reach." picking up the glass, she left the room, this time leaving the door open. Despair returned anew. That despair fueled a whole new set of fantasies, some darker that others, Boyd again losing himself in his thoughts. He had withdrawn from his surroundings. All of a sudden he was jolted from his vengeful musings by the sound of a doorbell heard through the open door. His heart began to beat like a triphammer, faster than if he had run a four minute mile. He broke out in a fresh sweat when he heard Naomi say, "Why aren't you two just darling! Come on in, I've been waiting for you." End Part One <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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