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Subject: {ASSM} (New)May - Chapter 2(Mf, MF, lolita, MDom, anal, toys, oral, caution)
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Please let me know what you think of this story!
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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults.
If you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY
don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who
don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die.
You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in
my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try
to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters
here, congratulations, but you're wrong - any similarity between the
characters in this story and any real person is purely coincidental,
since all of these characters are figments of my dirty little
imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site.
You can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information
intact, but if you make money off of it, you're breaking the law and
pissing me off.
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May - Chapter 2(Mf, MF, lolita, MDom, anal, toys, oral, caution)
(C)Copyright 2003 - Shakes Peer2B
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After Father did such a thorough job of taking possession of my poor
little pussy, I was left to my own devices for a couple of days.  I
spent them exploring the gigantic castle in which I now lived, and the
grounds and outbuildings.

There was a stable full of the finest-looking horses I'd ever seen
(not that I'd seen that many, mind you, and those mostly in my
schoolbooks), and Michael pointed out a beautiful pony that Father had
bought just for me.

I learned only through association with my classmates at school, much
later in life, that many American girls grow up dreaming of owning
such an animal.  In the streets of Bangkok, such thoughts seldom have
time to arise, so while I was careful to express my appreciation, I
think Michael was a little miffed that I wasn't more excited.  Truth
be told, even the pony frightened me, and I wasn't sure what I was to
do with him.

Michael, finally realizing at least part of the problem, promised to
see to it that I got lessons on how to handle and ride a horse.

There was also a large kennel with three different breeds of dogs.
Michael told me that the furry, wolf-looking dogs were German
Shepherds and that they were trained to guard the grounds.  The big
black dogs with medium length hair were Labrador Retrievers (Michael
called them 'Labs'). Father used them when he went duck hunting.  The
short-haired dogs with pink noses, were called Wiemaraners - he
pronounced it 'Vy-ma-rahn-urz' but I looked up the spelling, and for
some reason, it's spelled with a 'W'.  Greta said that's because they
come from Germany.

There were always two or three dogs in the house, but it took me a
while to get to know them well enough that I could call them by name.

Over the two days of my 'convalesence', I also spent some time
cuddling with Greta. She kissed and touched me a lot, and let me play
with her clit and nipple rings, but was very careful not to put her
fingers in me again.

I did write to my mother the day after Father took me, as he had
ordered, though truth be told, I felt it more of a privilege than a
duty. Somehow, I didn't think she'd want to hear about the sexual part
of my life, so I told her about the wonderful house I now lived in and
my spacious room, with staff to wait on me, hand and foot.  I knew
that would make Mother feel better about her deal and I didn't want to
cause her any more anguish over the decision to sell me than she'd
already been through.

On the evening after I gave myself to my Master, I ventured into the
playroom alone.  It seemed that I would be spending a significant
amount of time in that room, and I thought it might be wise to
familiarize myself with its contents.

Some of the devices were still mysterious to me, and others were
blatantly obvious.  There were whips of all kinds, restraints of
various sorts, and plastic phalluses ranging in size from tiny to
'I-want-to-faint-at-the-thought-of-having-that-in-me'. Their uses were
obvious, but I wasn't too sure about the sizes.

Then I opened the drawer that made my head spin. There was one more
act to commit with Father, to fully consumate our relationship, and
here, in front of me, was the means to make it happen!

The videos we had watched together had shown me how butt-plugs were
used, and looking at the array of them before me, I mapped out my plan
for preparing my tiny brown hole to accept Father's gargantuan pole.

After two enemas, I was quite comfortable with the slender nozzle on
the bidet, so I didn't want to start with the smallest of the plugs in
front of me. I chose one that I thought would squeeze into me, and
lubricated it in the tub of gel conveniently stored inside the drawer.

Setting the broad base of the plug on a nearby bench, I positioned
myself over it until the blunt tip of the tapered plastic  nestled
among the wrinkles of my eager little hole.  Unaware, I simply sat
down.

Searing pain shot through my rectum and up my spine, setting up
sympathetic spasms in my abused pussy. Before I could even comprehend
the agony of my little butt stretching around the wide part of the
conical device, my cringing ring snapped into the narrow neck just
above the base, locking the plug in my ass and chasing the stretching
pain with that of the stretched muscles relaxing too fast.

I screamed, I saw stars, and, incredibly, I came!

Greta came tearing into the room to find me collapsed on the bench
with a pool of fluid between my legs.

"May? Liebchen?" she cried, genuine concern in her voice, "Are you all
right, little one?"

I smiled up at her through fluttering eyelids as my tortured butthole
twitched and spasmed around the invader. "I'm fine, Greta, but now
that you are here, perhaps you can help me get my ass ready for
Father."

"I cannot, Mistress!" the poor creature still had welts on her back
and thighs from Father's whip.

"Just hold me Greta." I panted, "Just keep me safe.  I'll do the
rest."

"Why are you doing this, Mistress?" Greta asked, real concern in her
voice.

Why WAS I doing it? I thought it over for a while before I answered
her.

"Partly, I think, because I want to make sure that Father is happy
with me, and doesn't regret his bargain with my mother." I replied,
"But mostly because of something I never knew people could feel about
each other. I WANT to be fully possessed. By him. I want to please him
in every way that I can. I don't know why - what makes me feel this
way. I only know that I'm driven by something deep inside me that
makes me want to be his most prized possession. Does that make sense
to you?"

Greta smiled down at me, "It makes perfect sense to me, little May,
though I am surprised to find such an attitude in one so young!"

She held me for a bit, not speaking.

The fullness and discomfort in my butt gradually changed to something
else, something that was hard to define, and when I rocked my bottom
against the bench, the motion of the plastic cone within me did
strange things to my pussy, like the enema nozzle, only deeper and
more complete.

"I think I'm ready for the next one." I told Greta, "Please hold me
while I get this out."

I tugged at the flat base of the plug, and at first my ring didn't
want to let go of it. It quivered and clenched involuntarily, afraid
to experience the pain again.  Gradually, I was able to work the
widest part through my sphincter, and though there was a little pain,
it was minor compared to what I felt as it went in. I let the slippery
plastic slip slowly from within me, feeling strangely empty when it
was gone.

Greta reached for the next size in the drawer, but I shook my head and
pointed to the one next to it.  It was a struggle, but with patience
and perseverance, and Greta's soothing touch, I was able to work it
in. This one penetrated something further inside of me that generated
its own stretching sensation.

I wore that one to bed and awoke next morning with a delicious
fullness in my backside. Greta came to help with my enema, and
afterward, held me as I worked the third of the plugs I planned to use
inside me.  This one was tapered less than the others and reached deep
into my bowels. Each time I bent or moved, the invading plastic
stirred my entrails. By lunchtime, my pussy was melting again every
time I moved.

After lunch, Greta and I worked the last probe into my butt. This was
an enormous, phallic pole, still smaller than Father's magnificent
weapon, but formidable, nonetheless.  I struggled for fifteen minutes
just to get it past my spincters. Once inside my guts, artificial cock
shoved things aside to make room for itself.

I failed the first time I tried to stand with that monster inside me,
and my butt plopped back onto the bench. I  cried out as the base of
the probe was pushed further inside me, and, to my great surprise,
came right there.

Trying not to bend as far, and using my legs more, I finally made it
to my feet.  I had to practice walking so as not to give too many
clues about what was going on. That was very difficult when I was
cumming almost continuously!

I finally got myself somewhat under control and made it through the
rest of the day, though sitting at the dinner table was quite a
challenge. It was fortunate that I still had my sore pussy as an
excuse.  After dinner, father and I watched some more sex movies. He
made me sit in a separate chair because he was afraid that he'd be too
tempted to use me again.

When he was ready to go to bed, he admonished me not to stay up too
late, then called for Greta.  I knew she would share his bed that
night, and that was all right with me.

I gave them a few minutes to get settled, then went to my room and put
on my sexiest nightie. You have to understand that sexy, for a girl
just beginning to have breasts and without hips to speak of, is
different than for a grown woman. Somehow, I felt that a short
nightgown that came to just below my hips would be the best way to
look sexy.  It would show my legs to advantage and hint at what was
above them, without looking too slutty or contrived.

My heart pounding, the dildo still deeply embedded in my behind, I
waddled across the playroom and tapped lightly on Father's door.

"Father?" I called.

"Yes, Little One?" Father sounded a bit winded.

"I need your help with something. Can I come in, please?"

"Come on in, May." Father replied.

I tried to walk normally as I crossed to the enormous bed on which
father lay.  Greta knelt between his legs, sliding her head up and
down the length of his gargantuan cock. She gave me a conspiratorial
wink as I approached.

"May I get on the bed, Father?" I asked meekly, "I need to show you
something."

Father looked worried, and the two of them moved over to make more
room for me.

"What is it, May?" he asked, "Is your vagina hurting?"

With a little difficulty I climbed into the high bed, and pulling one
of the pillows down to my waist, I lay face down over it. As I had
planned, this left my silken, barely covered butt, high in the air.

"No, Father." I said, "My pussy is fine.  What I need help with is
this...!"

I pulled the short nightgown up to the middle of my back, fully
exposing my little brown ass and its intruder.

"Oh my God, May!" Father was taken aback, "Just hold still, and I'll
get that out of there!"

I grasped his wrist as he reached for the dildo, and looking into his
eyes, said, in a low voice, "Only if you'll replace it with something
bigger, and warmer!"

Father stopped, mouth open, as Greta stifled a giggle.

"Are you sure about this, May?" Father asked.

I smiled as warmly as I could, "This is the final act in consumating
our contract Father, and I want it more than anything in the world! I
need to be finally, irrevocably, yours, in every possible way!"

(Ok, I may not have said 'consumating' or 'irrevocably', but you get
the idea!)

Father turned slowly to look at Greta who was laughing silently around
his prick.

"You knew about this?" he asked.

Before she could answer, I said, "She knew, Father, but it was my idea
and my doing, and I swore her to secrecy. I wanted to surprise you."

"You continue to astound me, Little May!" Father said, reaching again
for the dildo, "Let's see how well prepared you are..."

He slowly pulled the enormous plastic phallus from my spasming rear as
I moaned into the sheets, not from pain, but from the utter depravity
of the sliding feeling in my guts as the long, thick rod vacated my
intestines.

Father gazed in wonder at the size of the weapon he had just removed
from within me.

"It's a little smaller than you," I said, as if reading his thoughts,
"but I didn't want to take ALL the fun out of taking my tight little
butt, for you, or for me."

Unspeaking, Father knelt behind me, my frail brown body dwarfed by his
huge, muscular frame. I felt the warm, spongy head of his warclub
nestled in the gaping entrance to my once virgin ass.

"Are you ready, Little One?" Father asked, as he wrapped his hands
around my waist.

I marveled at the feeling of those massive paws completely encircling
my slender body and rasped through a suddenly dry throat. "All the way
in, Father! Impale me! Take me! Possess me!"

He took a little more time than when he took my vagina, but not much.
Of course, I was better prepared, and savored the sharp pain of his
entry, the stretching of my inner sphincter, the long, unstoppable
plunge that slid through my colon and rearranged my intestines, the
delicious opening of new territory that not even the dildo had
reached. And finally, I reveled in the feel of his wiry pubic hair
against my tender skin as his pelvis flattened my buttocks.

Father held himself inside me as we bathed in the sensation of his
throbbing manhood surrounded by the tight, tight heat of my feverish
body.

THIS was a place I knew I would want to be often!

My eyelids fluttered uncontrollably and my eyes rolled back in my head
as Father started his long outward slide, leaving me empty and aching.
 When the ridge of his plum tugged at my sphincter, he started slowly
inward.

That was enough of that! I didn't want to be loved! I wanted to be
taken, to be ravished, the way a Master SHOULD take his property! I
slammed my butt upward, engulfing his member and smashing my butt
against his pubic bone!

It hurt just the way I hoped it would! I screamed, but drew back and
slammed again!

"FUCK ME, MASTER!" I cried, "Rape my ASS! What good am I if you can't
use me the way you want to?! FUCK ME!"

"If it's fucking you want, Little May," Father hissed in my ear, "It's
fucking you'll GET!"

With that, his hips shot forward and his hands pulled me hard against
him. I was like a rag doll in his grasp! He masturbated himself with
my tiny body, pushing and pulling me this way and that.

I was in heavenly agony. I squealed like the pigs on our street used
to do as the shop-owners chased them away. My ass embraced my Master's
cock and did its best to devour it! It BELONGED inside me!

Father, gasping for breath, told Greta to get under me. He raised me
up like a feather, still fully impaled on his rock-hard shaft, to make
room for the lusty blonde woman.

The moment he lowered me on top of her, I took her clit ring between
my teeth, and shook it, like a dog shakes a rat. Greta screamed into
my pussy, and bit hard on my own little clit!

Perfect! She knew what I wanted and was ready to give it to me!

We gnawed at each other's most sensitive flesh as Father's hydraulic
piston reamed me with the regularity of a metronome. In, out, in, out.
 Each stroke driving me higher!

I could not see, and all I heard were the bestial sounds of unbridled
sex. My world centered on the massive shaft unmercifully plowing my
welcoming ass. Sparks flew up and down my spine, joined by the jolts
from Greta's harsh teeth on the tender flesh of my almost untouched
clitoris!

It did not feel good - far from it! But GOD, did it make ME feel good!
My hips ratcheted back and forth between my tormentors - backward to
give maximum access to Father's invading cock, and to stretch my poor
abused clit, forward to slam the tender nubbin against Greta's teeth.

Father started picking up the pace, hammering like a machine gun into
my tender little tube, and as his cock swelled in preparation for
firing its load into me, Greta returned the favor of my earlier
treatment of her and took my little clit between her teeth, shaking
her head vigorously as Father filled my guts with his scalding lava.

I screamed through my teeth, and, still biting Greta's clit ring,
threw my head back, almost ripping the metal out of her flesh. Stars
went nova behind my eyes as, once again, I rocketed off into the void
of unconsciousness.

I was disappointed when I awoke, thinking I had missed Father's
withdrawal from my clinging tube, only to realize that he was snoring
softly behind me, his limp cock occasionally twitching within me.
Greta's hairless pussy was still near my face, spasming now and then,
as it remembered her climax.

I snuggled my butt into Father's groin in contentment, and drifted off
to sleep, my lips curling slightly upward. I remember thinking as I
fell into the arms of Morpheus: "I know where Mona Lisa got HER
smile!"

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