Message-ID: <44224asstr$1062958206@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Originating-Email: [kellipaine1979@hotmail.com] From: "Kelli Paine" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 07 Sep 2003 05:46:54.0441 (UTC) FILETIME=[7166A590:01C37503] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 07 Sep 2003 01:46:54 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} Laurel's Torment - Chapters 21-22 Date: Sun, 7 Sep 2003 14:10:06 -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 Here is Chapter 21-22 of Laurel's Torment. Love, Kelli _________________________________________________________________ Use custom emotions -- try MSN Messenger 6.0! http://www.msnmessenger-download.com/tracking/reach_emoticon <1st attachment, "Laurel'sTorment.txt" begin> The following story is a work of fiction. Its contents are of a graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, STOP READING NOW. Feedback is appreciated from those who enjoy the story and find it stimulating. LAUREL'S TORMENT By Kelli Paine (kellipaine1979@hotmail.com) Codes: mF Mg bg nc incest rape [Note: This is the Chapters 21-22 of a story in progress. In Chapters 1-20, posted earlier, there was some background on Helen, how she got started as a whore, and the sex parties she sets up for herself and her daughters, Dara and Laurel, and her son, Dillon.] CHAPTER 21: Laurel's Torture Continues Laurel couldn't stop crying, looking down at her damaged breast, with nothing but an ugly burn where her nipple had been. The man put his hand under her breast and lifted it, making her cringe with fear. "You were so beautiful, angel, but now you're just another ugly whore." Laurel's head was lowered in shame, knowing what he said was right, knowing no boys would ever want to date her now. She had always thought she could quit doing sex parties when she got tired of them, and find a nice boy and get married. Now she knew no boy would ever want to look at her again. The man stood close to Laurel and kissed her, his tongue probing deep in her mouth as she grimaced with disgust. He put his hand between her legs and stuck 3 fingers in her pussy, and she flushed with discomfort and embarrassment as he swished his fingers around inside her. He put his thumb on her clitoris and just held it there as he started to move his fingers in and out of her cunt. For a few minutes she just stood there, but then he felt her clit stiffen under his thumb as he finger-fucked her. "This little bitch is getting excited," he thought, "only a few minutes after she lost one of her nipples. She really is a whore." Laurel was breathing fast, her face flushing deep red as she moved her body against the fingers in her twat, fucking herself, thrusting her hips against the little cocks in her pussy. She closed her eyes and had an orgasm, her body quivering, and the man increased the pressure on her clit just a little. Laurel exploded with 3 more orgasms, each one making her convulse, bending forward, lifting one slim leg, wrapping her body around the fingers moving in her slit. She gasped breathlessly, swaying back and forth as the fire spread from her clit through her pussy and her breasts. The man put his lips against her ear and whispered, "That was the last orgasm you'll ever have, pussy." He showed her the knife in his other hand, and forced her legs apart as Laurel's eyes widened in surprise and confusion. She had no time to figure out what he was going to do. He held her clit in his fingers and pulled it out, then used the knife to cut it off. Laurel felt a sharp intense pain, like a hot ice pick had been stuck in her cunt, and she screamed harshly, saliva dripping out of her open mouth as her face contorted with pain and fear. She didn't fully realize what had happened to her until the man held her clit in front of her face. It was in the palm of his hand, almost an inch long, a red cone of flesh that tapered at one end, and she looked at it, then looked at the man, unable to figure out what was going on. The pain was so intense that it blanked out her mind, and she just couldn't understand what had happened to her. "It's your clit, angel. Whores like you don't deserve to have orgasms. I'm going to have this put into a little crystal box on a chain, so you can wear it like a necklace. I want you to show it to all the johns that screw you, and tell them how much fun you had tonight." Laurel was sobbing now, realizing how her genitals had been disfigured, finally understanding that she would never be able to have orgasms. She made a wailing sound, tears streaming down her cheeks. The man slapped her and told her to shut up and lay down on her back. "Now that you're a real whore, we'll show you what happens to a cute girl that's too stupid to figure out what her body is for." He motioned to the men who had come in off the street, and told them they could start raping Laurel. "Do anything to her, she likes it." Laurel was shoved back down on her back, and 4 men held her arms and legs open, exposing her tight little slit and the blood oozing out where her clit had been. The men lined up, and Laurel closed her eyes as a man got down between her legs. She grunted in pain as he penetrated her, then felt her body jerking back and forth as he started screwing her. She cried quietly while he gave her a good fucking, and finally felt the wetness as he dumped his load in her pussy. CHAPTER 22: Helen Loses a Daughter Helen watched what the men did to Laurel, but she was helpless to protect her youngest daughter. A long line of men had been using her mouth as a urinal, and the tub she was kneeling in was half full of warn piss. She had swallowed so much urine, she needed to pee herself -- but the men wouldn't let her empty her bladder into the tub. She had been told to keep her pussy out of the pool of urine in the tub, so the men could see if she tried to urinate herself. As the level of piss got higher, she had to get up off her knees and squat in the tub, and the strain of keeping her cunt just a little above the pool of urine was making her body tremble with the effort. She had to hold herself so her pussy was an inch above the pool, and if she let herself get too high or too low, she received a slap across her face and got her nipples pinched painfully. She just kept gulping down the warm piss spraying out of the cock in her mouth. Each man cleaned his cock by wiping it in her hair, and she had urine all over her. Dara was still on her back. She had been raped more than 75 times now, and the men hadn't stopped screwing her while Laurel was being tortured -- they just watched Laurel while they fucked Dara, and Laurel's disfigurement had made their cocks stiffen inside Dara's pussy. But the men were getting tired of raping this bitch -- she wasn't as pretty as her sister, and her tits were too small, and her cunt was too loose. The men wanted to degrade her, make her realize what an ugly little whore she really was. They told her stand up, and one of her rapists put his hand between her legs from behind. He stuck his thumb in her ass and 4 fingers in her cunt, and walked her around, moving his fingers to guide her. Then he walked her over to the tub where her mother was squatting in the pool of urine. Helen was told to stand up, and the men moved around and started pissing on the back of her legs. Dara was told to get on her knees beside the tub, facing her mother. The smell of all that urine almost made her gag, but she got down on her knees as she had been told. Helen was told to step forward, so she was up against the side of the tub, and to spread her legs and squat a little. Dara's head was shoved between her mother's legs, and a man grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back, so she was looking up at her mother's pussy. Helen was told to piss on her daughter's face. She was afraid of what they would do to her or Dara if she refused, so she closed her eyes and strained to pee. A small stream of urine trickled out of her cunt and splashed down on Dara's upturned face. Dara gasped as the warm yellow piss hit her face and got in her eyes. The trickle became a steady stream as Helen's bladder emptied itself. She couldn't stop it -- she had been forced to drink so much urine, she couldn't hold it back once she started to pee. The stream ran down Dara's cheeks and splashed into the tub, raising the level a little more. When Helen finally finished pissing, Dara was told to kiss her mother's slit, and lick up the last of the piss dribbling out of her pussy. She obeyed, burying her face in Helen's foul-smelling vagina and licking up the piss from her pubic hair. When she was finished, she looked up at the men, hoping they would let her go -- but they had another idea. Two men held her arms while another man grabbed her by her hair. The men forced her down so her face was just above the pool of urine in the tub -- and then her head was shoved into the tub. Dara panicked and tried to scream, and got urine in her nose and mouth. The man jerked her head up for a moment, then shoved it back down in the piss. This time he held her there, and Dara struggled wildly, but the 3 men had her trapped. Helen was crying, looking down at what they were doing to her daughter, helpless to do anything. The men were still pissing on the back of her legs as she stood there watching Dara being tortured. The man once more jerked Dara's head up, and she gasped for breath as urine dripped out of her nose and mouth. The man jerked her head around so she was looking at him. "Let's see how long you can hold your breath, bitch." He shoved her head back into the tub, and Dara thrashed around helplessly -- but this time he didn't pull her back up. After two minutes, Helen realized they were going to drown her, and she tried to bend down and help Dara -- but two men dragged Helen back and cuffed her arms behind her, and held her so she had to watch. Dara's whole body was jerking spasmodically, her arms and legs flailing around, but then her motions slowed. Helen screamed, begging for her daughter's life -- and suddenly the man jerked Dara's head up. He shoved her down on her back as she coughed weakly, with urine running out of her mouth and nose and ears. He sat on her chest as she opened her eyes. "There's a better way to finish you, angel." He stuck his erection in her mouth, and Dara licked his cock almost gratefully. After the panic of having her head held down in the pool of urine, it was a relief to just have to suck a cock, and Dara tried to be a good little whore as she made love to the cock with her mouth. She was sure she was safe now. The man leaned forward and forced his whole 12-inch cock in her mouth. Dara didn't know how to deep-throat a cock, and she gagged as the cock meat entered her throat -- and then her eyes widened as the man used his thumb and index finger to close her nostrils. His cock was blocking her windpipe so she couldn't breathe through her mouth, and she realized he was going to suffocate her. She made a horrible noise in her throat as he thrust into her, burying a little more of his cock in her constricted throat. He moved in her mouth, fucking her slowly, never pulling out enough for her to get any air. Dara's face was turning purple. The man increased his pace as he watched her eyes, looking straight at her as he raped her mouth. Her eyes started to glaze, and he quickened his movements. Her eyelids flickered, and he knew she was about to die -- but he wanted to cum in her mouth while she was still alive. He thrust savagely, again and again, making Dara's head jerk with each raping stroke of his big cock. He heard a noise behind him, and realized the girl was urinating involuntarily as she started to die. He smelled a foul odor and knew she had emptied her bowels. He had only a few moments before she would die, and he gave her a vicious thrust that banged the back of her head against the floor. Dara opened her eyes a little, looking up at her rapist, begging, hoping -- but then she felt his cock throb heavily as he came in her mouth. A look of panic crossed her face, and her eyes widened as she felt his thick cum filling her throat. She involuntarily tried to swallow, but her throat and windpipe were completely blocked. Her rapist could see her neck muscles rippling as she tried to swallow, and he could see the huge bulge made by his cock, contorting her neck from the inside. His cock was throbbing as he spurted into her throat again and again, cumming like he never had before. As he looked into the girl's eyes and saw her panic, his cock stiffened and his muscles tightened as he spurted another load of semen into her. He knew she could feel it, knew she realized what he was doing to her, how he was degrading her body and her womanhood by using her as nothing more than a sperm receptacle. He knew this worthless little whore realized that she was dying for no other reason than to give him a great fuck, and he gave her one last thrust as her eyes became fixed and she stopped moving. [End of this installment] <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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