Message-ID: <46207asstr$1073988605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: the_fissure_king@hotmail.com (The Fissure King) X-Original-Message-ID: Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 13 Jan 2004 03:15:02 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 12 Jan 2004 19:15:01 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Two New Toys Part IV [Mff, nc, bdsm, slave, tort, humil] Date: Tue, 13 Jan 2004 05:10:05 -0500 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: hecate, dennyw This story includes elements not appropriate for some readers, including, but not limited to: strong language and graphic depictions of: abduction, bondage, rape, torture, humiliation and heterosexual and lesbian sex. This story qualifies as pornography, and is not to be read by minors, or anyone who feels that he/she might be offended by the aforementioned content. The author most definitely does not condone the real life perpetration of acts included in this story, unless they are done with the consent of all parties involved. ----- Two New Toys, Part IV Author's Note: This is a work in progress. As of the time of this post, I have written eight chapters. I will post immediately everything that I have written so far, then continue to post chapters as I write them. Comments, and requests for missing chapters are welcome. Send them to: the_fissure_king@hotmail.com ----- The Master's prediction turned out to be correct; after no more than fifteen minutes of lying abandoned in the dark, the cream began to cause Tina and Helen's skin to itch. At first, it was no worse than wearing a coarse wool sweater, and only noticeable in the more sensitive areas, like the armpits and the undersides of their breasts. As time passed, it got worse, though, eventually reaching the point where both girls felt like their whole bodies were being feasted on by mosquitoes. If this wasn't bad enough, the itch was made all the more maddening by the fact that both girls were chained wrist and ankle to the floor, unable to even scratch themselves. The ball gags filling their mouths prevented them from venting their frustration orally, so the only sound in the room was of them breathing heavily through their noses, and the clink of chains as they writhed in their misery. Despite knowing what would happen to them the next day, neither girl could help hoping for morning; at that moment, it seemed to them that nothing could be worse than the subtle torture of constant itching. Eventually, exhaustion took its toll, and the two girls fell into fitful sleep. Both were wracked by vague but persistent nightmares, brought on by the continual itching and fear of what was to come. After a seeming eternity in a netherworld between fitful sleep and wakefulness, morning arrived. The lights switched on suddenly, illuminating the room in their harsh, white glare. The door opened, and four guards walked in. The Master was not with them. "Shower time," said one. The girls breathed a sigh of relief. Each had broken into a light sweat by this point, and their muscles were cramped from being held in one position all night. The guards moved over to release them. Knowing that the girls were too eager to have the cream washed off to resist much, the only precaution they took was to fasten the rings on the girls' wristbands together behind their back, thereby causing them to act as handcuffs. The girls were led down a hall and into a tiled room with removable shower heads on the walls, metal rings in the floor, and chains hanging from the ceiling. One guard moved in behind each girl and unfastened her wrists. "Hands up," said one of the guards. When the girls hesitated, he continued, "Don't worry. We're not going to touch you. The Master would kill us." Reluctantly, the two girls reached their arms up in the air, and the guards attached their wrist-cuffs to the rings at the end of the chains, much as they'd done the day before. "Legs apart," said the guard. Realising that they had little choice in the matter, and remembering the stun sticks from the day before, the girls moved their legs apart as indicated by the guards, their ankles slightly further than shoulder-width apart. Two guards knelt down and fastened their ankle-cuffs to rings in the floor. To the girls' surprise, the guards then left. Almost as soon as the guards were out of the room, the door opened again, and a naked Asian girl walked in. The girl was short, perhaps 5'3", and was fairly dark-skinned for an Asian, with a round face and irises a brown so dark that they merged seamlessly with her pupils. On her head was a messy chic mop of black hair. The rest of her body, save her eyebrows, was completely hairless. Her breasts were insignificant, but her nipples large and dark. Both girls had to admit to themselves that the girl was breathtakingly beautiful, and she carried herself without a trace of self-consciousness as she walked over to the girls. In her hand, she carried a bottle with a pump top. Wordlessly, she put down the bottle and removed a shower-head from its mount on the wall. There was a single tap below it, which she twisted, starting the flow. She then turned the spray on Helen. Helen would have gasped, had the gag not prevented her. The water was icy cold. She thrashed a bit in her chains, but could not avoid the spray. The girl walked calmly around her, soaking her head to toe, seemingly oblivious to Helen's discomfort. When she was done soaking Helen, she turned off the water, and picked up the bottle with one hand, squirting a good-sized puddle of liquid soap into her other palm. She rubbed her hands together to work up a lather, then began to rub the soap onto Helen starting with her back. Helen didn't fight, realising that someone had to wash her, and grateful that it wasn't The Master or his guards. Despite the chill of the water, it felt good to have the irritating cream rinsed from her body. Seeing Tina still squirming under its effects, Helen was grateful that she had been chosen to be cleaned first. Having finished Helen's back, the girl obtained another palmful of soap and began on her chest and stomach. Helen's nipples were fully erect from the icy water, and she tried to ignore the tingle that resulted from the girl's hands briefly passing over them. Having finished Helen's stomach, the girl's hands moved down between Helen's thighs. Having known this was coming, Helen closed her eyes tried to ignore the feeling of another girl touching her most intimate areas. Then suddenly, with a sudden shock, Helen felt the girl slip a single finger into her pussy. Unprepared as she was for this, Helen reflexively tried to squeeze her legs shut, but the rings held her ankles far enough apart that she couldn't get her knees close enough together to prevent this intrusion. There was nothing sexual about the way the girl was moving her finger about, though. Helen could tell that she was just being thorough in her cleaning, undoubtedly under The Master's orders. After a few seconds, the girl withdrew her finger from Helen's pussy, only to shove it unceremoniously into her asshole. Helen struggled again, to no avail. The soap lubricated to such an extent that the finger slipped past her sphincter with nearly no resistance. Helen flushed red at this embarrassing ordeal, but when she looked down at the girl kneeling before her, there was no trace of expression on the girl's face. Then the finger was withdrawn again, and the girl moved down Helen's legs, soaping them up as if everything that had happened was completely routine and normal. Standing up, she finished off by soaping up Helen's face. Helen obligingly squeezed her eyes shut to keep out the soap. Then, the water came back on, and Helen was treated to a second blast of bone-numbing water. Mercifully, the girl was quick, rinsing off the soap in short order. There were a few seconds of severe discomfort as the girl held the chilling spray right up between Helen's legs in order to wash out her pussy and asshole, and then the water was shut off. Having finished her washing of Helen, the girl moved over to Tina, still not saying a word. Tina, ever the self-conscious type, was already flushed beet red at the thought of the girl fondling her body, no matter how clinically and impersonally. Helen didn't watch, but hung shivering in her chains, listening to the spray of the shower, the clink made by Tina's restraints as she squirmed, and the faint slurping noises of the soap on Tina's virgin body. As the girl sprayed her for the second time, Tina looked down at herself. As the water washed away the soap and cream, her pubic hair went with it, strands slipping down her legs and disappearing into the drain. When everything was washed away, Tina found herself looking, for the first time since puberty, at the bare skin of her vulva, slightly reddish from the irritating effects of the cream. Never had she felt more exposed and vulnerable. She felt like crying, but no tears came. Stepping away from Tina and Helen, the girl detached another showerhead, and proceeded to wash herself in much the same way as she had cleaned them. The only sign that she noticed the temperature of the water was a hardening of her nipples. When she slid her hand between her legs and slipped a finger into her pussy, Helen looked away. Tina, on the other hand, couldn't help but find something erotic about the girl's utter lack of self-consciousness, and couldn't tear her eyes away or suppress a tingle of arousal, despite her situation. When she had finished cleaning herself, the girl picked up her bottle and walked out the door, not looking back over her shoulder, or showing any pity for Tina and Helen, who hung in their chains, shivering, naked and scared. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+