From ???@0x00002A6E Mon Sep 15 21:32:44 1997 Path: newsfeed.san.rr.com!peerfeed!newsfeed1-hme1!newsfeed.internetmci.com!205.252.116.205!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Story Master Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: story RP- author : Daney Dewitt - Donna's Humiliation 1 - donna01.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:22:39 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 279 Message-ID: <34106A0F.17F6@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------206B3E8875EE" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------206B3E8875EE Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------206B3E8875EE Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna01.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna01.txt" WARNING: Standard Disclaimer The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes of adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains scenes of non-consensual sexual behavior, rape, sodomy, bondage, bestiality, and incest. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work. Comments are invited via E-mail to: an376445@anon.penet.fi. if you want more of this story. _________________________________________________________ Donna's Humiliation A Nasty Girl Story by Dafney Dewitt Part 1/12 Breakfeast Donna has dog breath Donna was finished making breakfeast. She was a tall blonde woman with medium length hair and well shaped pointed breasts. The early morning kitchen smelled of coffee, heated maple syrup, and fresh pancakes. Everything looked perfect. She placed her left hand over the top of her coffee cup, feeling the moist heat while her right hand worked rythmically out-of-sight below the table between her legs. In the quiet of early morning, Donna had resorted to masturbation. It was a act of desperation fueled by the frustration of sexual failure. Now not even self- manipulation could stimulate release. Her mind flirted with the memories of failure. Like a moth drawn to light, her mind circled, powerless to escape the voices. Her love for her husband had been defaced by the voices like gang members spraying obscene graffiti on a church wall. She felt defiled. Her desire waned. Her hand trembled. She gave up. It wasn't working. The voices had returned. "Begin action", the voice said, soft as a whisper, She called out to her husband and kids. "Let's go. Your breakfeast is ready." Her husband, Bob was first to the table followed by Cindy and Tommy, the twin teenagers. The baby, Leslie, just 8 months old was still being breast fed, and would be nursed after the others left. "Oh, Mom" complained Tommy, "Why does it always have to be pancakes on Thursday ?" "Stop your whining, and eat your pancakes before they get cold," Donna scolded. For Bob, Cindy and Tommy, the voices didn't seem to exist. They ate breakfeast without concern. Only Donna was worried. She was anxious to get her husband off to work and the kids packed onto the school bus before something bad happened. The voices were like seductive whispers. Gentle at first. Promising to make her happy, to give her new powers. The power to fill the sexual needs of her dark side. But this sexual thrill was fulfilled at he expense of control. Donna was forced to submit. Without submission she was denied pleasure. Without pleasure her love was empty, and sex was reduced to a mechanical act without meaning. Before the voices, Donna had understood the difference between love and sex. Now she wasn't certain of anything. She loved her husband. Bob, but hadn't had an orgasm in over six months. In her most intimate moments, in the privacy of her own bedroom, she had been unable to climax. As if reading her mind, Bob looked up. "A little more coffee, sweetheart." Donna poured the coffee as Cindy pushed away her plate, "Sorry, Mom, I have to watch my weight." Donna, her light blond hair pulled back and tied with a red ribbon, attended to her family like a waitress. She felt like hired help, a maid. She wore an old pink bathrobe instead of a white maid's uniform. Underneath the robe was nothing but her white bra and panties. While Cindy headed off to the bathroom, Donna bent down beneath the kitchen sink to fill the dog's food bowl. There was a rushing sound in her ears as she bent over. It sounded like muffled laughter from a room full of people. Her robe fell open exposing her breasts. As she hesitated before closing her robe, Donna felt a distinct sexual surge. She looked up and saw her son Tommy look away and leave the table as she cinched the blue belt more tightly around her waist. As Tommy turned to leave, he thought "What a slut mom's turned into, what a tease." He averted his eyes from his mother's exposed breasts and left the kitchen quickly before saying something out loud that he might later regret. Someday he vowed, he would get even. "I'm going out to the garage to feed Bowser", Donna said to no one in particular. Her husband, Bob was in the bathroom brushing his teeth and Cindy and Tommy were collecting their school books. Stepping down into the early morning darkness of the garage the sudden coolness lifted up under her robe making her nipples harden as she yelled out "Here Bowser - Breakfeast time !" >From then on everything seemed to happen in slow motion. A tall skinny teenager with a forehead full of angry red pimples and pale blue eyes rose from behind the car. His eyes were blank, empty looking, and he had a faint whisp of a blond mustache. Donna stared at him. It was the eyes that caught her attention. They appeared dull, lifeless, and even dead. It was some time, before she noticed the black object in his right hand. It was a camcorder. The voices commanded her "Obey the boy." Moments later, Bowser bounded from behind the car. His penis was red, engorged, and dangling below its belly almost scraping against the concrete floor. The boy must have been exciting him. "Jerk off the dog," the boy told Donna, raising his camcorder. Bowser, a large black doberman, bounded toward her. She patted him on the head with her left hand and set the food bowl down on the roof of the car. With the food left out-of-reach, Donna proceeded to satisfy the dog's other hunger. She slid her right hand under his belly, slowly massaging, rubbing his already engorged penis. It was warm, red and very stiff. Her hand pumped. The dog's dick slowly responded to her ministrations. She jacked it off into the empty water bowl. Her actions were mechanical and pre-rehearsed. She knew what the voices wanted. Donna watched as the dog's throbbing penis spat out a stream of yellow white cum into the green plastic water bowl. It squirted out in a thick gooey ribbon. "Breakfeast time, here Bowser !" -the voices, echoing in her mind, mocking her own voice. "I'm not a dog", Donna said suddenly as she voiced her thoughts out loud. "Do you like fresh dog cum in the morning ?" -said one of the voices. "Well, I never . . . " Donna faltered for a lack of words. "You never tried dog cum ? Hmm, we can fix that." "Take the bowl and slowly pour the dog cum into your mouth. Keep it there, inside your mouth." The voices had spoken. She already knew the consequences of disobedience. They would humiliate her even more, debase her, punish her beyond belief, and with no remorse. Donna made no response. She seemed frozen in time. Her eyes glazed over. She thought to herself. "How did I ever get myself into this situation ? Is there any way out ?" Her thoughts darted about in confusion. Her husband was brushing his teeth just a few feet away, Tommy and Cindy were getting ready for school, and she was about to drink fresh dog cum. "My, God" she gasped. "Please, let me do something else, anything." She instinctively dropped to her knees, begging, looking toward the blue eyed boy with the red pimpled forehead. In response, he turned zoomed the camcorder in on her face, but remained silent. She tilted the green bowl toward her open mouth saying "My God, I'm a slut" and slowly dumped the slimy goo onto her upturned tongue just as she was saying "I'm a slut" again. It tasted repulsive to her. Hot, wet and slimy it rolled off her tongue onto the under side of her mouth like a fat garden slug. She resisted the impulse to vomit by turning her head down so the cum wouldn't slide down her throat. The voices calmed her. They were condescending. "That's a good girl" "Now be a good mother, and say goodbye to your husband and kids." She turned automatically toward the kitchen door like a zombie. Back in the kitchen, Donna's world exploded into activity. Cindy yelled out a quick "Goodbye, I love you Mom !" while Tommy just said a quick "Bye". Bob was busy stuffing his cell phone into his briefcase. Apparently, no one noticed that Donna was white as a sheet and appeared to be in shock. For a moment, she grew angry that no one in her family paid attention to her. "They don't really care about me at all," she thought numb-struck by an overwhelming sense of abandonment. That feeling was quickly replaced by fear. Bob was at the door expecting a guick goodbye kiss. What if he stuck his tongue into her mouth and tasted the thick pungent dog goo ? How could she ever explain it ? How could he ever forgive her ? Maybe, she really was a slut. "My God" she said silently to herself. She felt confused and lost as Bob turned his face toward her for a kiss. She kept her lips tightly pressed together. His tongue tried to force its way between her lips. Breaking out of his embrace she backed up one step and mumbled, "Sorry, bad breath." "Dog breath," the voices whispered. Bob left. There was a sound of light laughter in her ears. She felt faint. The moment passed quickly.  --------------206B3E8875EE-- From ???@0x00001C3A Mon Sep 15 21:32:45 1997 Path: newsfeed.san.rr.com!peerfeed!newsfeed.internetmci.com!newsxfer3.itd.umich.edu!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Story Master Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: story RP- author : Daney Dewitt - Donna's Humiliation 2 - donna02.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:22:55 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 174 Message-ID: <34106A1F.221E@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------450352802528" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------450352802528 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------450352802528 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna02.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna02.txt" Donna's Humiliation A Nasty Girl Story by Dafney Dewitt This story is intended as a satire of erotic submission tales. If you are not overcome by lust, the lampoon will become obvious and unavoidable. Donna's Humiliation Part 2 Brunch Donna's Hot Dog Snack Her heart is thumping wildly as she locks the front door and returns to the kitchen. Donna runs straight to the kitchen sink and opens her mouth over an empty baby bottle. The dog cum and a considerably amount of saliva drips down into the bottle. It forms a string between the bottle and her lips which she had to break with her fingers. Donna inhales deeply. She feels as if she's been holding her breath. She wants desperately to wash the dog cum flavor out of her mouth with hot coffee, but the voices are demanding hotdogs. Donna opens the refrigerator door. She finds a package of Oscar Meyer Hotdogs, removes one, and pops it into the microwave for 1 minute. "Exposure time," the voice whisper. Donna slips her robe off her shoulder and drops it onto the kitchen floor. She is 32, with a slim youthful looking body, medium sized pointed breasts that showed no signs of drooping after nursing 3 kids. The nipples were erect and tender from the daily sucking given by the baby. She has blond hair tied with a red ribbon in back and light blue eyes, but was far from anyone's idea of beautiful. Her nose was too long and her eyes were set apart too wide on her face. She wore oval shaped brown glasses that gave her a librarian look. She had quit her job selling real estate to take care of the unexpected baby. She thought of herself as a good mother. As if in after thought, the voice say, "Oh, and remove your panties." She let the white cotton panties fall to her ankles. She pushes open the microwave door. The hotdog feels good to hold. It is warm. Donna smiles tilting her head a little to the left. She sits down on the hard cold linoleum floor holding onto the hotdog with all four fingers to feel the warmth. Slowly, spreading her legs, Donna mechanically inserts the hot dog into herself in the same way that she would insert a tampon in the privacy of her bathroom. Naked except for her bra, legs spread wide, her cotton panties dangling from the ankle of her left foot, sitting in the middle of the kitten floor with a hotdog protruding out between her legs, Donna waits. She feels stupid sitting on the floor. The whole situation seems silly. She tilts her head to the left in a quirky smile at the absurdity of it all. >From behind Donna comes the sounds of toenails clicking on the floor as the black doberman walks into the kitchen. Donna can't turn around, but she imagines the camcorder zooming in on the dog. Doing a close up comparison between her widely spread legs, the dog approaching behind her, and then cutting to her face. She is at a disadvantage. The doberman has never seen Donna naked or in such an exposed position with her legs spread wide. His keen nose immediately catches the scent of her open cuntlips and the snub of red hot dog protruding between them. Bowser pushes his cold nose between her legs. Startled by the dog's cold nose in contact with her most sensitive private parts, Donna starts to push the dog's head to one side. But the dog is insistant and pushes back. "Bowser, please ... no " she pleads. None of this had any affect on the dog. It growls at her, and barks once before resuming its probing. Donna's objection to the dog's cold nose is replaced by fear. What if it bit her ? How could she ever explain a dog bite on her private parts ? What would the pain be like. How much damage would it do ? Was taking the chance of being bitten worth the resistence ? Donna relents to the dog's curiosity. She relaxes placing both her hands behind her, palms down on the floor to keep her balance against the dog's head shoving into her open legs. It caught the scent of the hotdog and was now licking her cunt. The licking continues in a methodical way. The rough rasping pink tongue lapping at her exposed cunt. "Oh, no, please stop," Donna continues her pleading, "No Bowser, please stop" But she no longer attempts to push his head away. The viewpoint changes. It alternates from focusing on the mixture of saliva and cunt juice dripping from the dog's tongue to close ups of Donna's humilated face pleading for the dog to stop its licking. Finally, exhausted by pleading, she goes into a trance-like state and relaxes, trying to shut her mind off, to believe that none of this is happening. She gives a quirky smile thinking about how much she loves her baby, and taking comfort in the thought that she's a good mother. Natural lubrication starts pushing the hotdog out of her cunt and dog begins taking small bites out of it. Donna's face twitches involuntarily every time the dog takes a bite, hoping that those sharp canine teeth will only sink into the hot dog and not her most precious parts. By the time the doberman has eaten all of the hotdog, it seems like an eternity has passed. Donna glances up at the kitchen clock. It's only 8:15 am. She looks down between her legs. Her open pussy lips are dripping onto the kitchen floor mixing with the dogs saliva, making a small wet pool between her legs. A muscle twitches on the inside of her left thigh from the exertion of keeping her legs so widely spread wide so the dog could eat her. It was going to be a long day. Donna looks drained. "I'm exhausted," she sighs. It is the baby crying that brings Donna out of her trance. _________________________________________________________ Author Note: If you like this story, please send an E-Mail to the author at: an376445@anon.penet.fi  --------------450352802528-- From ???@0x00001949 Mon Sep 15 21:32:45 1997 Path: newsfeed.san.rr.com!peerfeed!newsfeed1-hme1!newsfeed.internetmci.com!4.1.16.34!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Story Master Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: story RP- author : Daney Dewitt - Donna's Humiliation 3 - donna03.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:23:10 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 157 Message-ID: <34106A2E.4EA5@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------412DED5BD" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------412DED5BD Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------412DED5BD Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna03.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna03.txt" WARNING: Standard Disclaimer The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes of adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains scenes of non-consensual sexual behavior, rape, sodomy, bondage, bestiality, and incest. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work. Comments are invited via E-mail to: an376445@anon.penet.fi. if you want more of this story. _________________________________________________________ Donna's Humiliation A Nasty Girl Story by Dafney Dewitt Donna's Humiliation Part #3/12 Donna Feeds the Baby Rubber Bands Donna gradually became aware of the voice. It was hard to hear over the crying of the baby. It was repeated several times before she understood and responded. She searched the opened the junk drawer in the kitchen. It held all the odds and ends that seemed to pile up. It was filled with an assortment of tacks, screws, paper clips, rubber bands. Near the front were a pair of scissors, and a set of very small screw drivers. She grabbed a handful of the rubber bands. Next she went to the refrigerator door. On the door were several magnetic fasteners shaped like clothes pins holding discount pizza coupons. She opened the fastener and let the coupons fall the to floor. Donna watched as a Compbell's soup coupon fell into the wet spot where she had sat and slowly turn dark as it absorbed the wet goo from the dog's saliva and her pussy juices. Breaking free from her fascination with the slowly darkening coupon, she grabbed the baby bottle out of the kitchen sink following the sounds of the crying baby into the nursery. The nursery was docorated in pink with pictures of Disney characters pasted on the walls. A wind up music toy hung from the ceiling just above the baby's head in the crib. A diaper changing table and small single bed were to one side of the crib. She gently supported the baby's head with her right hand and scooped him out of the crib. The baby stopped crying. She automatically took her right breast out of the bra cup and offered it to the baby's mouth. "Stop action," the voice commanded. She abrutptly pulled the baby away from her exposed nipple. She layed the baby down on the bed. It began to cry immediately. "Use the rubber bands, the voice suggested. She took several rubber bands and put them around her right breast. The affect was immediate. They constricted her breast making it bulge. It looked grotesque and unnatural. Another rubber band, she doubled and tripled around her right index finger until it was snug. She pointed the finger at her nipple and used her other hand to roll the the rubber band off her finger and onto the base of her nipple. The nipple grew red and turgid. It was now a minature reflection of her boob. A small red fleshy bulb constricted at the base. The blood couldn't circulate so it bulged. It looked grotesque. She hesitated. Horrified by her deed. "Feed the baby," the voice encouraged her into action. She scooped the baby off the bed and put it to her nipple. It stopped crying at once. It sucked vigorously at her engorged nipple. It hurt Donna. She grimaced. "Ouch !," she shouted. "Slow down !" The baby was sucking too hard. It was tearing up her nipple. It would never get any milk. The rubber bands were too tight. "No, please." She begged. "I don't want to feed the baby" "My nipple, it hurts." There was a faint sound of laughter in her ears. The baby kept sucking. Donna's face contorted, twisted in pain, but she held the baby to her bosum allowing it to tear at her raw much abused nipple. After what seemed an eternity, the voices let her stop. Donna slid the baby off her chest to a position between her legs. With the back of the baby's head resting on her mound, she considered turning it around, letting it suck on her clit, making the baby suck her off. Donna tried to dispel these evil thoughts by screwing a nipple on the baby bottle holding the mixture of dog cum and her own saliva. She turned the bottle upside down, watchingg as the slimy mixture sank into the rubber end of the nipple. The baby was crying again. "Put the rubber nipple in the baby's mouth" She hesitated, "Please don't make me do this. I'll let you do anything to me, but just ...." She couldn't even finish before starting to cry. "Do it." the voices repeated. "Please." "Do it now." "I'm a good mother," Donna said before relenting. She couldn't stand to hear the baby crying. She pulled the baby onto her stomach, cradling it in her arms and offered it the rubber nipple and it eagerly sucked up the dog cum. The baby smiled at Donna as it sucked up the vile fluid. It was the smile that broke Donna's heart.  --------------412DED5BD-- From ???@0x000031D1 Mon Sep 15 21:32:45 1997 Path: newsfeed.san.rr.com!peerfeed!newsfeed1-hme1!newsfeed.internetmci.com!205.252.116.205!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Story Master Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: story RP- author : Daney Dewitt - Donna's Humiliation 4 - donna04.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:23:25 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 321 Message-ID: <34106A3D.6DEC@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------2ED1B7BF90" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------2ED1B7BF90 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------2ED1B7BF90 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna04.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna04.txt" WARNING: Standard Disclaimer The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes of adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains scenes of non-consensual sexual behavior, rape, sodomy, bondage, bestiality, and incest. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work. Comments are invited via E-mail to: an376445@anon.penet.fi. if you want more of this story. _________________________________________________________ Donna's Humiliation A Nasty Girl Story by Dafney Dewitt Donna's Humiliation Part 4/12 Donna Watches TV With The Brothers After the baby had been fed and put back in its crib, Donna crawled on her hands and knees to the bath room. In the hallway, she met up with Bowser, her black doberman, who seemed mystified by the crawling woman with the stinky cunt juices running down the inside of her thighs. He made a clumsy attempt to mount her, but she pushed him off. She took the rubber bands off her tit and felt instant relief as the blood rushed back into her breast. Unexpectantly, the voices allowed her to take an uninterrupted shower without molesting her. The hot soapy water felt good and helped wash away some of the tension from just having fed her baby dog cum instead of breast milk. After showering, she was allowed to walk back to the bedroom. The voices told her how to dress. "Put on pantyhose, but no panties, a nursing bra that opens up exposing the nipples, a white blouse, pleated black skirt, a string of pearls around her neck, gold hoop earrings, and high heeled shoes." The voices surprised her again by telling her to put on her brown oval glasses. She looked like a librarian with or a school teacher with the glasses on. She didn't feel at all attractive. Expecting to go somewhere, Donna headed for the bedroom door, but the voices told her to sit down on the bed. "Cut the crouch out of your pantyhouse" "Cut the crouch out of your pantyhouse" The voices must have repeated this several times before Donna responded. Taking the sissors off of the bedside stand, Donna reached beneath her skirt and grabbed the reinforced crouch section of ther panthose. With just one quick snip of the sissors shw cut it off leaving her pussy exposed to the air and whatever else might come along. Lowering her black skirt, she layed down on the bed smoothing out the skirt so it wouldn't wrinkle. It seemed like she had barely closed her eyes when she heard a voice again. "Keep your eyes closed and listen. Nod your head if you hear me." She noded once. "You're going to get up in a few minutes and wall into the living room." "Some things may surprise you but you will not talk." "You will sit on the couch and wait. "Do you understand ?" "Yes" she wispered. "Ok get up and walk into the living room." The camcorder showed her walking out of the room. The living room was dark. The curtains had been draw and about 7 men were watching something on T.V. No one paid any attention to her. It was a porno movie of some woman masturbating, legs spread wide. After her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she noticed they weren't men at all. They were just kids. Black teenagers. Their hands were bobbing up and down. They seemed to be keeping time to the music. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she realized they were masturbating. She was sitting in the dark of her own living room with 7 black teenagers who were watching a porno movie and stroking their dicks. A cold shiver of fear passed over her body. She rubbed her legs together. She did that when she was nervous. The feel of the pantyhose rubbing against her thighs comforted her, made her feel safer. She tried comforting herself with reassuring thoughts. She could turn on the lights and ask them all to leave. "I'm a well dressed fully grown white woman," she thought. "I am in my own house." "I can handle myself," she repeated. "I will be ok" Her confidence level soared, and then abruptly plummeted. To divert herself and help maintain composure she concentrated on the TV screen. There was something strange about the picture. A black doberman walked up to the masturbating woman on the TV screen. She recognized it instantly. It was her own dog. All she could see was a close up of the dog's tongue licking an exposed cunt. Her cunt. As the camera angle changed it zoomed to a close up of her own face. Her face. "My God", she thought. What if the boys turn around and recognize her ? Moments before she was thinking of turning on the lights and asking them all to leave. Now she was hoping the porno movie would never stop. They would keep their attention focused on the TV screen and not notice her. She was just starting to rise up off the sofa and leave the room when the voices spoke. "Lights on set," a voice stated. The inevitable finally happened. The porno movie came to an abrupt end. There was the sound of zippers as the kids put their dicks away. Someone switched on the lights. Still no one turned around. Donna thought her heart would burst. When the kids did see her, she felt instant relief. "Oops, hey guys there's a lady here." Several of the boys turned toward her looking embarrased. Donna looked imposing. Dressed in a black full length pleated black skirt with white blouse, high heels, panty hose, pearl necklace hanging to the tops of her breasts. Her blonde hair carefully combed back. She looked out at them through her brown oval glasses looking important and dignified. Not the sort of woman they would even dare make catcalls to on the streets. This was one of those wealthy looking white woman with creamy complexions that they might see naked in Penthouse Magazine. Nice looking, but clearly untouchable. For them totally out of bounds. "You'll have to leave now." Donna told them. "Ok, lady, were leaving" They all turned to leave out the back door when one of them stopped and said, "Wait a minute, I recognize you. You're the white bitch in the porno video." The other kids hesitated, but looked unconvinced. "Prove it, Jamoke, or we be jettin" Jamoke took up the challenge. He returned to the TV set, pushed the rewind button on the VCR remote. Suddenly, he hit the pause botton freezing it on a close up of Donna's face. All the kids heads turned toward the TV image and back to Donna's face. They were identical. Donna felt her heart accelerate with fear. One of the shorter boys took out a switchblade knife. The group of black teens slowly starting closing in on her. She was surrounded. The circle kept getting closer. They were getting ready, but hadn't quite gotten up the nerve to assault her. It was only a matter of time. She could smell their body odors. Donna's thoughts careened wildly. "If only I weren't alone" she thought desperately. "There's the baby and . . ." She suddenly stopped in mid-thought. The loudness and authority in her own voice startled her as she called out, "Here, Bowser, come here Bowser !" Soon there was the sound of a barking dog and toe nails clicking and sliding on the kitchen floor. In an instant, 150 pounds of black muscle came bounding into the living room. The circle of boys drew back as if they had been pushed by an invisible hand. They backed off as the dog came to Donna. The look of malicious intent in their eyes was replaced by fear and uncertainty. Then the dog did something that destroyed Donna's soaring confidence. It barked once again and quickly ducked it's head beneath Donna's black skirt before she could close her legs together and started licking her pussy. "Look at dat dog eat the white bitch," said one of the black teens. "Yeah, we's going to have us a show, said another. Donna heard the sound of someone's zipper opening as she felt the dog's wet tongue licking the crotch of her pantyhose torn pantyhouse, seeking out the exposed lips of her pussy. The gang of black boys stood over her stroking their dicks while the dog buried its nose into her exposed crouch. Its tongue relentlessly working its way deeper into her pussy aided by her cunt juices making the passageway slippery. Blood rushed to her pussy engorging the lips into an open hole like the puckered lips of a girl getting ready to kiss. The camcorder zoomed in on her open legs and the slurping noises of the dog's tongue. Donna had made a half-hearted attempt to lower her skirt over the dog's head, covering herself, regaining at least a little dignity, the skirt kept riding up over her thighs. It was hopeless. She gave up. The dog's will won out over her own. A brute dumb animal, controlling her, having its way with the most intimate parts of her body, while she was fully dressed surrounded by a group of black teenage boys stroking their dicks off in her face. Donna's thoughts were confused. At first she fought the dog's efforts to arouse her. She had her pride. How could she allow an animal to sexually excite her in front of others ? She had expected the black teenagers to gang rape her, but they seemed content to watch the dog. As long as they watched, she was safe. By sacrificing her pride, she could save herself from the debasement of rape. It was a last desperate attempt to regain control. She was out numbered, surrounded by a group of sex crazed teenage blacks. Donna had a choice to make. Allowing herself to be debauched by a dog might save her from a worse fate. If she could make the black kids jack off completely while they were watching, there would be no rape. Could she divert them into shooting off their wad's prematurely ? Donna made a decision. She would let them watch. She would make a show. She would moan and groan. "Ooh, aahh", Donna sighed, throwing her head back on the sofa, pushing to dogs head into her pussy. "Eat me baby", she begged. Stimulated, to a fever pitch by the strange sensations of the rasping dog's tonuge sloshing within her tremulous cunt, Donna lifted her hips, threw her head back exposed her vagina in the most abandoned manner she knew. The dog encouraged by her actions increased its licking with a series of rapid and deeply gratifying strokes. "Fuck my pussy with your tongue", she gasped. Donna closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations emanating between her legs. It no longer was a dog, or a tongue. Not even the black dicks jerking off in front of her face mattered. Her entire world was focused on just one spot, the wet hot spot. The spot which would make her climax. He legs shot out stiff and straight, she arched her back forward, as the orgasm shuddered, rippling through her tummy. Her cunt spasmed several times before she dropped back down into the sofa and relaxed. Donna closed her legs, the dogs head slipped out, the licking stopped. Donna opened her eyes. The boys were gone. She was alone.  --------------2ED1B7BF90-- From ???@0x00002612 Mon Sep 15 21:32:45 1997 Path: newsfeed.san.rr.com!peerfeed!newsfeed1-hme1!newsfeed.internetmci.com!205.252.116.205!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Story Master Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: story RP- author : Daney Dewitt - Donna's Humiliation 5 - donna05.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:23:42 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 240 Message-ID: <34106A4E.2B4A@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------1F3AA2355A3" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------1F3AA2355A3 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------1F3AA2355A3 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna05.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna05.txt" WARNING: Standard Disclaimer The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes of adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains scenes of non-consensual sexual behavior, rape, sodomy, bondage, bestiality, and incest. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work. Comments are invited via E-mail to: an376445@anon.penet.fi. if you want more of this story. _____________________________________________________ Donna's Humiliation A Nasty Girl Story by Dafney Dewitt Donna's Humiliation Part 5/12 Tommy Gets Out of School Donna smoothed out her skirt, sat up straight, and listened. She didn't move. There were no noises in the house, only the sound of the clock ticking, and the whimpering of her dog. She was alone. After several minutes, she rose unsteadily to her feet, the lingering after affects of the orgasm making her stomach feel queasy. Walking into the kitchen, resumed her domestic duties. She scrapped the remains of the pancake breakfeast into the garbage Picking up her son Tommy's plate, she rolled one his uneaten pancakes up like a burrito. She grabbed it, holding it like a cock, and squeezed softly, feeling the softness of the pancake, letting it squish slowly between her fingers, thinking of her young son Tommy's cock and what she would like to do with it. A sudden picture flashed before her. It was Tommy. Her son. "Hi, Mom." said Tommy lunging into the kitchen, "I'm home early". "Well, this is an unexpected surprise," Donna said abruptly dropping the curled pancake from her hand into the garbage, "What happened ?" "Our teacher was sick. Are you sick too Mom ?",Tommy asked unexpectedly. "No, I feel fine, thanks." "Then why do you have a wet spot on the back of your skirt ?" leered Tommy suggestively as he rubbed the tight crouch of his jeans. Ashamed beyond belief. Donna turned quickly, headed for the bathroom and looked at herself in the full length mirror on the door. She did have a wet spot. A dark, irregular stain, clearly visible on the black pleated skirt. It was a blacker black strategically located below her buttom, the result of her dripping pussy, leaking through her skirt, being soaked up by the cotton material of her dress. Her fingers fumbled with the button on the side of her skirt, trying to remove it, when Tommy appeared at the door. "It's ok, mom. Leave the skirt on." he commanded. Donna whirled around incensed that her son had invaded her privacy in the bathroom, angry that he was telling her what to do, ashamed that he had noticed the spot at all. "Mind your own business," she shouted with all the authority of a mother toward her kids. She looked him directly in the eyes, "You are going to behave yourself," she added confidently. "I am your mother," she continued as her eyes slid down his body noticing his fly was unzipped and the tiny pink head of his flaccid penis peaking out. Her first reaction was to laugh out loud, to relieve the tension she felt building up inside her, but she realized instinctively that something horrible was wrong, a barrier broken. Her status as a parent, the relationship between a mother and her son, something was terribly wrong. How could Tommy dare expose himself like this in front of her unless he knew she wouldn't report it to her husband who would punish him severely for the indiscretion. She looked up into his eyes again. His eyes locked onto hers. She knew that he knew. "The VCR," was all he said, turning his back on her with that supreme confidence of males everywhere knowing that as a woman she would follow. The TV was on. Donna's eyes stared at the screen image of herself dressed in white blouse and black pleated skirt laying back on the couch, legs splayed apart, skirt hiked up to her waist, the dog licking her, and a closeup shot of black dicks being stroked off in front of her face twisted into an odd scream of silent ecstasy. Tommy suddenly hit the remote control sound. An obscene blare of amplified sound burst into the living room. "Oohh, that's it suck me, lick me," Donna's image shouted from the T.V. screen. "Fuck me with your tongue," she screamed. Between shouts could be heard the sounds of the dog's tongue lapping into the juices of her cunt magnified to separate each individual slurp, lick, and sucking sound. The amplified sound making it even more obscene, vulgar, and pornographic then the mere visual image. Tears of shame welled up in Donna's eyes. "Turn off the sound," she ordered Tommy "No Mom." "Turn it off," she begged him. "No." "Please, turn it off," she gave up. "Ok." Tommy flicked off the sound, but the muted picture continued. "What do you want ?" Donna asked turning her eyes away from the lurid pornographic images on the TV and looking into the calm, innocent blue eyes of her son Tommy. In answer, his eyes flicked down toward his open fly. Donna shook her head silently from side to side in protest. "I'm your mother," she objected. "On your knees Mom," Tommy commanded. Donna sank to her knees onto the living room carpet in front of her son unsure of what would follow. Her mind numb with the possibilities. She was kneeling in front of her own son, only 16 years old, staring into his unzipped fly with unfocused eyes. Not really seeing, not really believing that any of this could be happening. She waited helpless, hoping for a reprieve, maybe her son would not use the video tape to blackmail her. Maybe he would laugh, tell her to change her skirt; hand her the tape; tell her to forget about the whole thing. Hoping against hope, Donna prayed on her knees. She prayed to God that he would not force her into this ultimate degradation. This incestuous obscenity. Her hands at her sides. She waited hoping for a miracle that never came. "Do it Mom," Tommy finally ordered. "Do what ?" she answered innocently. "Do me Mom," he repeated. Donna's lower lip trembled. She bit into it with her upper teeth. Maybe the pain would wake her up, deliver her from this nightmare. Tommy saved her from the making the moral choice. He hastened the debasement. He placed both his hands on the back of her head, forcing her mouth forward onto the head of his penis. "Suck me, Mom" Tommy encouraged her. Donna pulled him into her mouth. "That's it suck me, hard." She started sucking. "I always knew you were a slut." Her head bobbed back and forth. "Suck me off like the whore that you are." Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. "Tommy's little Mommy whore." Donna made a series of slurping sounds. Tommy kept up a steady stream of vile, debasing comments as Donna sucked off her son's cock making it grow long and hard in her mouth. Suddenly, much sooner then she ever would have expected, it was all over. Inexperienced with the strong sensations produced from Donna's tongue circling his cockhead and the hot silky smooth suction of her mouth, he climaxed almost immediately. Tommy started spurting into her mouth, she gagged, he pulled his cock from her mouth dripping saliva onto her white blouse, and continued spurting onto her face. A large glob of cum landed on her hair and slid down the left side of her face onto her eyebrow. Tommy grabbed his dick with one hand and wiped the dripping head of his cock against her hair, using it like a dish towel. "Thanks, Mom" Tommy said zipping up his pants. "I'm going to go shoot some hoops." "See you later." Donna was left kneeling on the living room floor as her son went out the front door with a basketball. Even before the door had closed, the pale pimple faced boy with the dead pale blue eyes appeared with the camcorder. He zoomed in on her face capturing the still dripping strings of cum sliding down her cheeks. The exposure was too much for Donna, the debauchery by her own son too personal, her lip trembled and she broke into tears. She cried shamelessly. The camera zoomed in on her eyes, relentlessly.  --------------1F3AA2355A3-- From ???@0x00001F68 Mon Sep 15 21:32:46 1997 Path: newsfeed.san.rr.com!peerfeed!newsfeed.internetmci.com!newsxfer3.itd.umich.edu!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Story Master Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: story RP- author : Daney Dewitt - Donna's Humiliation 6 - donna06.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:23:59 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 195 Message-ID: <34106A5F.26A8@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------635246257588" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------635246257588 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------635246257588 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna06.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna06.txt" WARNING: Standard Disclaimer The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes of adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains scenes of non-consensual sexual behavior, rape, sodomy, bondage, bestiality, and incest. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work. Comments are invited via E-mail to: an376445@anon.penet.fi. if you want more of this story. _________________________________________________________ Donna's Humiliation A Nasty Girl Story by Dafney Dewitt Donna's Humiliation Part 6/12 Donna Takes Out the Garbage Gradually, Donna regained her composure. Her legs were numb from kneeling. Her left leg had fallen asleep. She was forced to sit on the floor until the blood rushed in reviving it sufficiently so she could stand. Looking at her cum covered face in the bathroom mirror, Donna thought, "What a slut I've become. I've got to get a grip on myself. I've got to clean up." She washed off her face, but not the mess in her hair. Donna hurried into the kitchen, finished emptying all the plates and started the dishwasher. She grabbed the garbage bag from under the sink and walked out the back door. When she first spotted the large white man with the potbelly, and dirty undershirt at her garbage can, Donna thought it must be garbage day. She had already started to hand him the bag in her hand before she realized her mistake. "Here, wait, I have some more garbage," shouted Donna. Startled, the man looked up. His first instinct had been to flee until he noticed a string of semen hanging from Donna's hair just above her left ear. "Lady, don't worry, I'm not going to take your garbage, I was just looking at it." the man mumbled in a low voice. "Looking at what ?" asked Donna suspiciously realizing her mistake. This was no garage man. He smelled like a wino. "Looking at this," answered the man removing a discarded aluminum TV Dinner tray from the top of the garbage can. Underneath was a swarming mass of large black flies. "Watch this," said the man, waving his hands to disperse the flies from the rotten hamburger underneath. Donna watched the hamburger move. At first, she didn't understand what she was seeing. Then she realized that the hamburger was maggot infested with small worms wriggling in and out of the putrid meat. There were so many worms that the entire lump of hamburger meat appeared to be alive and move. The flies soon returned hiding the worms from view again. Donna felt nauseated. "You're sick," said Donna. The wino stared at the cum in her hair. "Stop messing with my garbage." " The wino backed up. "Get out of here." The wino hesitated. "Leave now," Donna insisted shaking her head so hard that the string of cum fell off. The wino watched it fall to the asphalt before he slowly took a large rusty kitchen knife out of his back pocket pointing it directly between Donna's breasts, the tip almost touching her blouse. "Lady, don't tell me what to do." Donna backed up. "I'm tired of everyone telling me what to do." Donna continued walking backwords. "No bitch is going to tell me anything." The point of the knife followed Donna all the way to the back door of her house. With the knife at her throat, the wino mumbled something which Donna didn't understand. "What ?" she asked. "On your knees, bitch" "Please, don't hurt me," she begged as she knelt on the hard concrete pad at the back door. Small bits of sandy grit ground into her knees. "Unzip me." She unzipped his pants. "Take it out." She reached in and withdrew a wrinkled, smelly penis that was uncircumsized and bent to the left. It looked and smelled as if it hadn't been washed in years. "Suck on it, bitch." She took the vile piece of flesh peeling back the foreskin over the pale white head of the penis and stared at it. The full light of the morning sun shining on it, made it look like pale anemic appendage that wasn't even a part of the wino's body. The rest of his skin was either dirty or tanned. Desperate for some escape, Donna hesitated. "Someone might see us, wouldn't it be better to go inside the house ?" suggested Donna. The wino paused for a minute, grabbed Donna by the back of her hair and forced her mouth onto his hardening cock. He used his handhold on her hair like an extension of his own hand, he fucked her mouth without any cooperation from Donna. She was just a object to be manipulated. After ten good thrusts into her open mouth, he pulled back on her hair, releasing his still semi-limp cock from her mouth. It dripped her saliva down onto her black dress. He pulled up on her hair until she was standing and forced her into the house. He took her directly to the bathroom, forcing her onto her hands and knees in front of the toilet bowel. "Bitch, you suck good, but I've been drinking too much wine. I've gotta pee," mumbled the wino. He grabbed her hair again forcing her head over the toilet bowel and let loose. A hot steamy stream of yellow urine flooded over Donna's face and hair dripping down into the toilet. "Open your mouth bitch" Donna opened her mouth just a little and urine flowed in onto her tongue. It was warm, yellow, vile, and smelled of ammonia. Donna gagged and was on the verge of vomitting. She wanted to vomit. It would redeem her, make her pure again, redeem some of her lost dignity. If she couldn't even puke when a wino pissed all over her face, maybe she really was a slut, incapabble of redemption, beyond saving. To be saved, she must feel enough shame, enough innocence to vomit. However, the gag susbsided. The momment passed. Donna did not vomit. She was a slut beyond salvation. For some reason, the wino left her there with her head over the toilet bowel. Her hair soaked with his urine. In a way it was the ultimate degradation. Even a garbage scrounging wino did not think her worthy of fucking. He would let her wash his dick off by sucking, or urinate on her, but couldn't bother to screw her. He didn't flush the toilet. He left the toilet seat up. Donna was disgusted. Exhausted by the ordeal, she stripped off her clothes, showered, put on a nightgown, crawled into bed, and fell asleep instantly. _______________________________ Continued in Donna7.txt  --------------635246257588-- From ???@0x00005097 Mon Sep 15 21:32:46 1997 Path: newsfeed.san.rr.com!news1.rto!newsfeed1-hme1!newsfeed.internetmci.com!205.252.116.205!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Story Master Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: story RP- author : Daney Dewitt - Donna's Humiliation 7 - donna07.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:24:25 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 520 Message-ID: <34106A79.BDB@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------513965C5118D" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------513965C5118D Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------513965C5118D Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna07.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna07.txt" Donna's Humiliation Part 7/13 Donna's Bondage Torture Her nose itches. Donna tosses her head from side to side without waking up. A large black fly circles slowly around her head several times before landing on her nose again. Donna tries to raise her right hand to her nose. She tries to move her left hand. Neither hand will move more then a few inches. Suddenly, she opens her eyes, seeing the fly on her nose. She shakes her head vigorously and it flies off. The fly is the least of her problems, for she soon discovers that she's tied up. Both hands and feet bound, spread out on her own bed. The bedspread is covering her, tucked under her chin, so she can't see the ropes, but she can feel them. Her mind races with fear. "Who tied her spread-eagle to her own bed?" she wonders. "Could it be a burglar? Could it be a rapist? Could it be ..." Donna's thoughts are interrupted with the answer. "Good afternoon, Mom" greets her son Tommy. "Tommy, untie me, now" "Not quite yet, Mom." "Tommy, please, let me loose" she softens her tone. "That's much better, but not good enough, Mom" Tommy bends over the bed, looks directly into his mother's eyes, and deftly flips off the bedspread in one quick stroke. Donna gasps, "Ooh, noo" as the warm protective cover of the bedspread is whipped off her exposing her to the cooler air of the bedroom. Donna feels a distinct sexual thrill flow through her body like an electric current. At first blush, she thinks she is naked, but sighs with relief to see she is wearing her blue nightgown. "Tommy, don't," Donna warns, although she has no idea what he is going to do. "Please don't touch me," she adds in her nicest voice. Tommy smiles. "I wont touch you. I have a surprise for you Mommy. Don't you want to know what's in the box?" Tommy rests a small cardboard box lightly on her stomach. It doesn't weigh much. Donna's heart pounds. She doesn't want to know what's in the box. Seeing the gleam of mischief in her son's eyes, she knows that whatever is in the box is repulsive. Tommy wants his mother to suffer, be degraded, debased, in the most vile manner imaginable. "You're a big tease, Mom." "No, I'm not." "Your a slut." "I'm not." "You're not my sex slut, are you?" "No, I'm not." "But you will be after I'm done with you." Donna stops answering. She's confused. She denied everything her son Tommy has said. Yet, she feels tricked by his questions, as if he has forced her to say something she has not intended. He could force her to have sex, tie her up, rape her, but he could not control her thoughts, her feelings. Donna feels proud. She is a victim, tied up, in a situation out of her control. She is blameless. Whatever happens is not her fault. As long as she is master of her own mind, she feels good about herself. Tommy may have her at a temporary disadvantage, he may tease her, he may tickle her, he may spank her, he may even molest her just a little bit, but as soon as the ropes are untied he will loose his control. He doesn't own her. He can't force her to do things against her will. Once Donna is unbound, she will be free to soar like a bird. He will be powerless to prevent it. All these thoughts evaporate as if they never existed when Tommy opens the box. Inside are two quart mason canning jars. One is filled with a swarming mass of black flies. The other has a fist sized lump of maggot infested hamburger. Both jars are tightly covered with metal lids. Donna knows that Tommy has collected them from the garbage can. She takes no comfort from this knowledge. The insects seem even more repulsive inside her bedroom. They are out-of-place, obscene, dirty looking, and disgusting. "Mommy, tell me you want to be my sex slut." Donna stares at the two jars on her tummy. "Talk to me, Mommy." "I'll tell you whatever you want, just get those jars off me." Tommy sets the two jars down on the night stand to the right of the bed. "Ok, lets start talking dirty. Do it just like one of those sexy telephone services." Tommy unzips his pants and picks up an imaginary telephone with his left hand, and starts stroking his cock with the other hand. "Hello," he talks into the phone while staring at his mother. "Hi there sexy boy. I'm your phone fuck slut. I'd love to suck your cock. Do you want me to suck your cock?" "I'm stroking my cock. Do you want me to put it in your mouth ?" "No. I mean yes, but not now or I can't talk." Tommy smiles are her. "Maybe, I can do something for you, he suggests with a lewd wink. "Oh, yes, you could fuck me, screw me senseless" Donna says without passion or enthusiasm. The mechanical, passionless nature of this conversation is not lost on Tommy. He is not amused. "Goodbye, sex slut." he hangs up the telephone. His dime has been wasted. Donna looks worried. She watches her son open her bottom dresser drawer where she keeps her underwear. He reaches to the back of the drawer and pulls out her battery powered Magic Fingers vibrator. Donna is mortified. How did her teenage son know about this most intimate instrument of sexual satisfaction. She had deliberately hidden it away out of sight underneath her lingerie. Tommy quickly attaches the vibrator to his wrist and fingers with the velcro straps. Donna knows what it's capable of doing. She has used it many times to reach orgasm. Slowly, savoring the moment, Tommy lifts Donna's blue night dress up around her waist exposing her trembling thighs. She has on white cotton panties. For the first time, Donna is relieved that she is tied up spread-eagle. The panties will stay on. They can't be removed without untying her. Undeterred by this problem, Tommy turns on the Magic Fingers confident in its ability to achieve his goals. First he gently cups her pubic mound with the vibrations on low intensity, it feels good but far from the intense sensations Donna is use to experiencing. Privately, she begins to doubt that her son will have the knowledge or ability to bring her to a excite her. The vibrator will help, but it's still in the hands of a child. A tool is only as good as the person using it. Slowly, inexorably, the vibrator is having its affect on Donna. As much as she denies it, her pussy is getting wet. Not so much from the vibrations, as from the thoughts of all the previous times the Magic Fingers has been used to bring herself to climax. It is a proven electro-mechanical orgasm aid. Before long, her white cotton panties are soaked through, shamelessly revealing the outline of her pussy lips. Donna's sex is now totally exposed to her tormentor. Tommy, switches the vibrator knob to intermittent pulse. He places his index finger directly on Donna's clit, pressing down relentlessly. Buzz. Release. Buzz. Release. It is sexual torture. Donna's back starts to arch up and her legs stiffened as she feels an orgasm building deep inside her loins. "Oh, yes," she moans "Do you like that, Mom?" "Yes, Oh, God yes." "Can I fuck you, Mom?" "Yes, yes, anything, just don't stop." Donna's hips are bucking wildly trying to increase contact with the vibrating finger giving her so much pleasure. Suddenly, the buzzing noise stops Tommy turns off the Magic Fingers. "You bastard, turn it back on" "Sorry, Mom" "You can't leave me like this." Donna's hips are bucking wildly trying to regain some friction on her swollen clit, but it is hopeless. She begs her son for release. "Please, Tommy, I'll be good, I'll be your sex slut," she moans with a convincing sigh. This is the kind of lust Tommy tried to arouse with his sexy telephone call. Good vibrations fill words with passion. Shaken by the depth of his mom's sincerity, Tommy relents. "Ok, Mom, I'll get you off." Tommy turns the vibrator back on. The first touch of his finger is electric. Donna shudders violently. Her pussy lips are soaked with moisture. Tommy keeps his promise. Donna's body is racked by a powerful series of earthquakes. "Ooh, fuck me," shouts Donna as she orgasms. Tommy watches as her pussy lips spasm repeatedly from the rolling waves of the climax. Her heart hammering, the vein in her neck pulsing furiously, Tommy waits impatiently for her to calm down. Exasperated by his mother's selfishness, Tommy finally interrupts. "Ok, Mom, it's my turn." Tommy pulls Donna's cunt soaked panties to one side and slips two fingers into her wet pussy. He wonders what it will be like to slide his dick into that wet hole. Sliding his fingers in and out, he notices that her cunt lips, engorged with blood, stay wide open. They are puckered together like a porno star's lips in a pornographic movie, mugging for the camera, all poised to kiss. "It's wet," Tommy confides to his mother, smiling as she involuntarily shakes from an orgasm aftershock. Tommy knows he's turning her on. He takes his time. He enjoys watching. Beneath him is his own mother, someone much smarter, older, and bigger then he is, but totally under his control. This is the same mother who use to spank him for misbehaving. She use to control him through pain. Now he controls her through pleasure. Beneath him, Donna is shaking, quivering, and waiting for him to stick his cock into her pussy. "It's wet," he says again maneuvering into position. His mother waits. Without warning, he plunges his cock into his mother, thrusting deeply into her hot clinging pussy, making moist obscene sucking sounds each time he withdraws. He is amazed at the pressure her cunt exerts on his cock. It adheres to his cock like a sucking mouth. Which gives him an idea. Tommy withdraws entirely, crawling over his mother's helpless prostate body until his cock dangles in front of her face. "Suck your pussy juices off my cock," he commands. Donna looks up at the enormous cock hanging over her face, dripping with her own bodily secretions. Helpless, tied hand and foot, her body spread out before him, she has no choice. Impotent to say no, defenseless against her son's sexual demands, Donna complies. She opens her mouth and sucks on his wet, syrupy cock. Again, Tommy suddenly withdraws and lowers himself down into her open cunt, plunging in deeply and pulling out with a satisfying sound of sucking liquids. From then on he alternates quickly between fucking his mother's cunt and thrusting into her open mouth. Cunt. Mouth. Cunt. Mouth. He builds up a steady rythum until he cums. His climax starts just as he withdraws from her pussy. He spurts a heavy load of cum on the outside of her open cuntal lips, moving up quickly to dump another load on her open mouth. "Spit it out," Tommy commands. Grateful for her son's concern for her welfare, Donna spits out the cum immediately. It dribbles down the side of her mouth into the hollow in her neck. Donna is relieved. She hasn't been forced to swallow. Tommy has climaxed. Sex is such a simple thing for men. Just a spurt or two and it's finished. Now her torment is over. Tommy will untie her and she will regain a partial semblance of dignity. "Ok, you can untie me now," sighs Donna expectantly. "Sorry, Mom you promised to be my sex slut." "But, I did ...." Donna sputtered in protest clearing her throat of the last of Tommy's jissum. "Not good enough, Mom," Tommy answers coldly reaching for the glass jars. His dad, Donna, ruefully laments, would have been completely satisfied with her performance. Donna's heart bursts with pride that her son, Tommy holds her to a higher standard. He raises the fly filled jar, rolling it along the left side of her face. Donna can hear the buzzing of the flies, she can see the green iridescent bodies out of the side of her eyes. The flies are trying desperately to escape their glass prison. Tommy leaves her like that, in the company of flies, with goo on her lips, jissum in her cunt, and a furious buzzing in her hears. When he returns, Tommy is fully dressed again followed by the pimple faced boy with the pale dead eyes. As always, he carries a camcorder and starts filming. Tommy slowly unscrews the top of the mason jar containing the flies. He sets the jar down on Donna's stomach and watches. For a while nothing happens. The flies act as if they are still trapped. Gradually, one fly escapes, quickly the other flies follow. They disappear into the vastness of the bedroom searching for an open window, looking for an escape. It isn't long before the flies return. They start settling on the nether parts of the hapless female, tied spread-eagled to the bed. Flies are naturally attracted to a freshly fucked vagina. They land directly in the glistening white slime. The flies have a green iridescent band around abdomens of their segmented bodies. One fly walks over the edge of Donna's gaping red pussy lips and into the love canal. It buzzes furiously, bumping against the sides of her pussy going in deeper while trying to find the way out. The video camera zooms in as the flies cluster between Donna's legs. Climbing around her cunt lips, they tickle. Another large fly walks over the edge, dropping into the dark hole of the open gaping lips of Donna's vagina. It buzzes against the walls furiously, trying to get out. Other flies land directly in the sticky goo of the jissum, spreading it around. Flies fly directly from Donna's cunt up to her face. They crawl fearlessly over her face, her lips, her eyes. At first, they fly away briefly when Donna tosses her head to shake them off. Gradually, they stop flying off when their tiny brains realize that this woman is helpless. Like men they take advantage of the weaker sex. Donna's eyes shift rapidly from side to side in panic. She hates flies and now they are crawling all over her body, invading her most private parts, spreading goo from her pussy to her mouth. Donna starts begging. "Please, get the flies off," tossing her head to no avail. "Help me, heaven help me," she pleads. Heaven looks down with benign indifference. All God's creatures being equal. Only Tommy provides succor. Finally, Tommy relents. "Ok, Mom, whatever you say." He lifts a fly swatter and holds it over her head. "Noo, Nooo," Donna moans. She imagines the sting of the fly swatter hitting her directly in the face. The flies smashed against her cheeks, pushed into her lips, the crushed bodies of the flies clinging to the filthy swatter as it descends once again toward her reddening cheeks, being slapped by the wire meshed swatter smearing the dead remains of the flies across her face. Her face stinging, the beating will continue with her helpless to prevent it. Who will want to tenderly kiss her lips? Who will love her? Who will save the flies? None of this happens. Donna's entire body spasms involuntarily as if she has been struck. Struck by an inopportune orgasm aftershock, she feels debased and abandoned. Her body shudders before the first blow is struck. She shakes uncontrollably. Tommy hesitates confused by Donna's shaking, but is undeterred. Without warning, Tommy brings the fly swatter down with a resounding smack. It lands directly between her legs. Donna screams. The fly swatter stings her most intimate parts, repeatedly smashing the flies into her cunt, crushing the flies into the pools of jissum, pushing the flies into her open pussy lips. The fly swatter descends over and over. Donna tries to brace herself for the impact, but it always seem to catch her unprepared, vulnerable, exposed, pitiful. Donna weeps openly, pleading, beseeching, imploring her son, her Tommy, to stop. Gradually, as the flies are killed, the whipping stops, the pain subsides, Donna collapses onto the bed. Her whole body has broken into a sweat from the whipping between her legs. Never in her life has she felt such exquisite pain in such a small area of her body. Never had she expected to be repeatedly lashed with a dirty fly swatter on her most intimate private parts. Donna looks exhausted as if she were recovering from a fever. Tommy pats Donna's sweat soaked face with a bath towel. He soothes her sympathetically, calming her. "It's over Mom." He whispers in her ear. "The whipping is over." He pats the sweat from her face. "It's all on video." He wipes the cum off her face and removes the dead flies smashed between her legs. "You will be my sex slut," He whispers gently patting her face. Once Donna's breathing slows, Tommy introduces a new horror. Tommy pulls a white latex glove over his right hand as if preparing for a gynecological exam. Exhausted by screwing, he starts unscrewing the top of the other glass mason jar. Reaching into the jar, he slowly massages the squirming mass of maggot infested hamburger. Keeping it inside the jar, he brings it close to his mother's face. "Watch the maggots, Mommy" "Please don't, I'll do everything... anything, I'm your sex slut." "I could take these maggots and jamb them up your cunt. If these worms crawl through raw meat like hamburger, just imagine how they would thrive inside your warm wet pussy." Tommy squishes the infested hamburger letting it squeeze out between the fingers of his latex glove covered hand as worms fall back into the jar. "I could fist fuck you, slam these worms all the way to your womb. You'd never get them out. Imagine Dad withdrawing his dick after fucking you and finding a worm on his cock." Donna is out of control, her whole body trembling, shaking, like an uncontrollable epileptic seizure. She is incoherently babbling. "I'll suck, fuck, you, your friends.... lick cum off the floor...swallow your loaded condoms.... suck Donkey Dicks .....please, I'll get you other women, let you watch me fuck other men...." "What about my sister, Cindy?" interrupts Tommy. "Cindy ?" says Donna confused. "Yes, mom, Cindy" "Cindy, what ?" cries Donna "You know...." "You want to fuck Cindy, your own sister?" "No, Mom, I want you to fuck Cindy." Tommy is joking. He had no way of knowing that his mother will take it seriously. Under stress, Donna's mind is receptive to any suggestion. A joke unravels the key to her heart and mind. Donna collapses. How can she fuck Cindy? She isn't a man. Only men have the power to fuck. She is pathetic, she is in a semi-psychotic state of incoherent blubbering. Only men can rape, not women. She is his. Her mind has shattered like a dish. She will never be in control again. Donna has broken. _________________________________________________________ This story is intended as a satire of erotic submission tales. If you are not overcome by lust, the lampoon will become obvious and unavoidable. Author Note: If you like this story, please send an E-Mail to the author at: an376445@anon.penet.fi _________________________________________________________  --------------513965C5118D-- From ???@0x00003BFA Mon Sep 15 21:32:46 1997 Path: newsfeed.san.rr.com!news1.rto!newsfeed1-hme1!newsfeed.internetmci.com!205.252.116.205!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Story Master Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: story RP- author : Daney Dewitt - Donna's Humiliation 9 - donna09.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:24:57 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 353 Message-ID: <34106A99.1B29@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------60F331A5271A" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------60F331A5271A Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------60F331A5271A Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna09.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna09.txt" _________________________________________________________ Author Note: If you like this story, please send an E-Mail to the author at: an376445@anon.penet.fi I am attempting to improve the level of erotic literature in Alt.Sex.Stories. Let me know specifically what types of scenes you would like and they will be included in the next story. _________________________________________________________ Comments are invited via E-mail to: an376445@anon.penet.fi. if you want more of this story.. _________________________________________________________ Donna's Humiliation A Nasty Girl Story by Dafney Dewitt Donna's Humiliation #9 The Family Revenge Donna doesn't want Bob to go hunting. She's afraid of being left alone with her own children. Tommy and Cindy are like two demon kids, just waiting for the right opportunity, the chance to get her alone, the time to extract their revenge. Donna knows what she has to do. It is desperation that forces her to lock the bedroom door, confronting her husband with a choice. "Please, Bob," Donna begs, "Please don't leave me alone." "But I like hunting." "You like me too don't you," Donna says dropping her panties to her ankles and suggestively lifting up her dress showing him her blond thatch of pubic hair. "Yes, but hunting is a man thing." "I'll show you a man thing," Donna says unzipping his pants. She gently fondles his dick, bending down to take it into her mouth. Donna runs her tongue around the tip of his cock until it swells. She pops it into her mouth with a series of quick short strokes until it's rigid. She can feel it pulsing in her hand. Then she lets Bob thrust it into her mouth. She has never allowed Bob oral sex before. She wants him to know that he can use or abuse her sexually in exchange for staying home. Bob face fucks her with a vigor Donna hasn't felt since they were first married. Her wanton willingness to please him, her need for him to stay, her sexual surrender, has ignited his passions. Donna denies him nothing. Bob can do whatever he wants with her body. He can fuck her face, take her from the rear, twist her nipples, ejaculate on her face. He can do it all, if only he will stay. If he won't abandon her for the weekend, she will sexually submit to his desires. Sensing the submissive change in his wife, Bob decides to abuse her verbally while he fucks her. "You're a whore" With his meat filling her mouth, Donna shakes her head in denial. "You're my slut whore," Bob repeats taking advantage of her silence. Donna opens her eyes, but can only see his pubic hair pushing into her face. "Suck my cum, slut," Bob insists. With a quick jerk he withdraws and spurts a small load of hot jizzum onto her face. "Turn over bitch," Bob tells her. Donna turns, letting his cock slide a trail of cum across her face. Bob leaves her on the bed, heading for the bathroom. Donna is relieved. She had been ready to submit sexually to any demands, any perversion, as long as Bob stayed with her, as long as he didn't leave her for a weekend of hunting, but now she is comforted that his lust has apparently been shortlived. She is still exhuasted from the sexual abuse inflicted on her by her son, Tommy. She can use the rest. Just as Donna's body is relaxing Bob returns. "I'm back, slut." Donna turns her head to see him holding a jar of Vic's Vapor Rub. Bob plunges his index finger into the open jar of mentholated petroleum jelly and gently inserts it into Donna's asshole. He repeats this several times. Poke the jar. Poke her anus. Poke the jar. Push his fingers into her asshole Poke the jar. Slide his hand into her hot ass. Every repetition makes her ass burn more. It keeps getting hotter, burning like a fire inside. Gradually, Bob increases the insertion to include all of his fingers. After he has plunged all five fingers in and out repeatedly, he attempts pushing his entire fist into her. Donna screams. "Aaah !" she shrieked as Bob's fist buries itself into her virgin ass. "Oh, No ! Oh, No ! She wails. His fist, hard and unyielding plunges into her asshole, stretching it without relenting. It is no longer poking, sliding, or plunging into her. Bob's fist is punching into her. His fist is being swallowed by her enlarged anus with each blow. It makes an obscene sucking sound with each withdrawal. Bob notices his fist making a wet "slurp" sound on each withdrawal and a "splat" sound with each insertion. Within a short time, he develops it into a study rythum of sound. "Slurp" goes his fist coming out. "Splat" goes his fist going in. "Slurp" "Splat" "Slurp" "Splat" For Donna it quickly develops into an unrelenting rythum of sound and pain. Pinned to the bed by the pumping fist, Donna feels waves of fear ripple through her belly. This is a hard long piston, churning up her insides. There will be no quick climax. There will be no climax at all. Her entire ass is on fire. After an eternity of torment, the hand withdraws for the last time. Donna's asshole spasms, the sphincter muscles contracting arythmically. When they stopped her ass remains open. There is a black hole the size of a dime. Noticing this hole, Bob reachs into his pocket, extracts 4 dimes and 2 quarters. He flips a quarter onto her ass. It's bigger then the opening. He slides the quarter aside and flips a dime, but it catches on the grease of the Vic Vapor's Rub. Grabbing the hem of Donna's dress, he uses it like a towel to wipe the grease off her butt. The next dime flops onto her ass and slides directly into the hole entirely disappearing. Bob flips in the remaining 3 dimes before leaving on his hunting trip. Exhuasted by her ordeal, Donna falls asleep. She slept dreaming that Bob is laying on the bed beside her. She slept thinking she is safe from harm. After Bob leaves, Cindy and Tommy spring into action. It's the pale boy with the lifeless blue eyes and angry red pimples on his forehead who gives them the implements for their revenge. In exchange, the boy will be allowed to videotape the torture. A modified cattle prod with a remote control is slipped into Donna's open asshole as she sleeps. It is a self-protection device for women called "The Defender" capable of delivering over 100,000 volts of painful but harmless electric shock. After the severe ass pounding by her husband's fist she never even feels the four inch long thin metal tube slip inside her. Tommy wants to activate the remote immediately, waking his mother up with a jolt of 100,000 volts of low amperage electric shock. It will feel as if her insides are on fire. Her body will convulse with pain. She will be under their complete control. The boy with the angry red pimples restrained him. If they wait, Donna's anus will slowly contract until the prod is firmly embeded inside. By waiting, Donna's own body will work against her, sealing the prod inside her bowels, preventing it from accidentally being expelled. To help hurry the process, Cindy hunted through the spice cabinet in the kitchen. Armed with a small can of alum, she sprinkles it inside Donna's open hole. Within a short time, the alum has puckered her anus until it closes into a tight puckered depression. "Mommy, Mommy, get up you sleepy head" "Mommy, Mommy, it's time to get dressed" Donna hears the voice in the distance. It sounds familiar. She's so tired, so exhausted that she ignores it. She feels safe and warm, the burning in her buttom has susbsided. She feels good and just wants to keep on sleeping. She is safe. Her husband Bob will keep her from harm. Her husband who has pumped his fist into her ass will stay by her, asleep at her side, until he needs more sex. She will give it to him. "Mommy, Mommy, it's time to get up," the voice repeats itself until Donna drifts into consciousness. It's Cindy. She's shaking her Mom's shoulder trying to wake her up. Donna's eyes fill with fear as soon as she sees the empty bed space beside her. "Where's Bob ?" "Oh, Daddy's gone hunting." "But he promised me he'd stay home." "Sorry, Mom, but he's gone." Donna sits up in the bed. Maybe everything will be all right. Cindy certainly doesn't look threatening. Donna decides to get dressed and take control. "I'm going to get dressed, would you please give me some privacy ?" "Ok Mom," Cindy relents leaving the bedroom. Once alone, Donna quickly gets out of bed. She selects a plain blue dress with colorful flower print. It buttons down the front for easy access. Donna needs easy access for breast feeding the baby. Her breasts are swollen and heavy with milk. She needs to breast feed 5 or more times per day to reduce the swelling and even then sometimes her breasts become so painfully full of milk that she needs to use a breast pump to siphon off the excess. Donna wants to breast feed the baby but she is puzzled by the actions of her son Tommy and daughter Cindy. It's her custom to breast feed the baby sitting on the sofa in the living room so she can watch the local news. Tommy is running the vacum in the living room. This in itself is unusual. Tommy never cleans house unless he's forced to do it. Donna is suspicious and uncertain. She certainly can't listen to TV over the noise of the vacum cleaner. "Tommy, turn off the vacum, please" Donna shouts. To her surprise, Tommy shuts the machine off immediately. In the silence that follows she hears the first squeals. "What's that noise ?" Donna asks. "What noise ?" Tommy answers vaguely. "That squealing noise. "Just some new pets." Curious and intrigued, Donna follows the sound of the squeals into the kitchen. In a box shoved in the corner next to the door, she finds a batch of squirming baby pigs. They look too small to be away from their mother. Thye're just a bunch of cute little piglets, the same size as a guinea pigs, but all pink, hairless, and harmless. "Do you like them ?" Cindy asks "They certainly are cute " Donna answers non-commitally. "They're for you," says Tommy. Donna looks at him and notices a strange gleam of mischief in his eyes. "Well that's nice," Donna answers, wondering what they are up to, "But right now I have to feed the baby." Donna returns to the living room, turns on the TV with the remote, unbuttons the front of her blouse, and shoves the babies puckered lips toward her the erect nipple of her right breast. A short time later, she would switch to the left breast. Just as the baby begins feeding, Tommy turns on the vacum cleaner. "Turn it off," yells Donna, feeling at a disadvantage making commands while her nipple is being sucked. Tommy twists off the rug attachment at the end of the long metal vacum tube as if he is going to disassemble it, but he doesn't turn off the motor. "Turn it off," Donna yells again. Tommy points the metal vacum tube at her like he's holding a rifle. This act of defiance infuriates Donna. Tommy is toying with her. She lays the baby down carefully, covering her breast before turning to confront Tommy. She reaches out to grab the metal vacum tube. Donna is furious. She's going to grab his gun. She's going to teach him a lesson. She is going to take control. She never sees her daughter Cindy standing behind her with the remote control. Just as her hand closes around the metal cylinder, Cindy presses the button. A terrible electric shock emanates from the very bowels of Donna's body knocking her off her feet. Donna's first thought is that the vacum cleaner has developed a short circuit. It is total unexpected. The power of the shock takes her breath away. "Take your breasts out, Mommy," Tommy leers at her. Donna shakes her head in refusal. Tommy touches the vacum tube to her left knee just as Cindy hits the remote control button for the electro shock tube imbeded in her anus. Donna jerks back like she's been slapped by an invisible hand. An accidental short circuit does not explain Tommy's actions. "Take out your tits, Mommy," Tommy repeats With trembling fingers, Donna unbuttons her dress and scoops both her breasts out, letting them hang over the top of her bra cups. They hang out on top of the bra, obscenly swollen looking. The nipple of the right breast is still turgid and red from the baby's sucking. "Your breast looks swollen. Would you like some help ?" "No, please, don't do this to me," begged Donna. Tommy ignores her pleas. He waves the vacum cleaner tube back and forth in front of her like a python, a snake bobbing from left to right waiting to strike. Tommy pushes it closer and closer to her chest until she can feel the suction. Suddenly, without warning the end of the vacum sucks up her right nipple. Donna braces herself expecting another heart rendering shock, but none comes. The only change is in the hum of the vacum cleaner motor switching to a high pitched wine as the machine attempts to suck up her breast. "Vooom, Varoom," The sound of the vacum changes to a high pitched wine as it tries to suck in Donna's Breast. Pulling back on the vacum, Tommy stretches the breast until the suction connection breaks off allowing the unobstructed flow of air to return the normal deep humming sound of the engine. Donna looks at Tommy with a new fear, a new respect. He seems to possess a strange unknown power that totally unerves her. This is something new and different. A strange force that she doesn't understand. He can administer an electrifying pain, a pain so intense it appears to originate from deep within her bowels. The cause of the pain is a mystery. It's the unknown that makes it all the more fearful. __________________________________________________  --------------60F331A5271A-- From ???@0x00002D83 Mon Sep 15 21:32:46 1997 Path: newsfeed.san.rr.com!news1.rto!newsfeed1-hme1!newsfeed.internetmci.com!205.252.116.205!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Story Master Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: story RP- author : Daney Dewitt - Donna's Humiliation 10 - donna10.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:25:19 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 258 Message-ID: <34106AAF.7B52@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------366C139DEEE" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------366C139DEEE Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------366C139DEEE Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna10.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna10.txt" _________________________________________________________ Author Note: If you like this story, please send an E-Mail to the author at: an376445@anon.penet.fi I am attempting to improve the level of erotic literature in Alt.Sex.Stories. Let me know specifically what types of scenes you would like and they will be included in the next story. _________________________________________________________ By Dafney Dewitt A Nasty Girl Story Donna's Humiliation #10 The Family Revenge Tommy rehearses his actions as if he's engaged in some sport. He concentrates on his efforts. He keeps repeating himself. "They need to be longer." "They need more stretching." She watches as Tommy pulls back on the vacum cleaner like he's reeling in a fish. The hum of the motor lowering each time the suction is broken leaving a nasty red ring around her nipple where the vacum has sucked in her flesh. Her milk heavy breasts stretch a little longer with each wave of the metal wand. "Spread your legs" Donna hesitates. Like an alien intruder, the metal wand of the vacum swings between her knees. The threat of electric shock hangs heavy in the air. In a gentle arc that gradually widens, the tube swings back and forth, forcing Donna to spread her legs wider and wider. Fearful of being shocked again, Donna spreads her legs until they are fully open. "Lift your dress." Donna lifts her dress up to her waist exposing her panties. "Push your panties to one side" Donna catches the edge of her panties with two fingers and pulls to the left exposing the lips of her vulva." Tommy lowers the vacum tube between her legs. He is careful not to touch her. The power of the sucking air makes her pussy lips flutter with an intense vibration. "Please, don't do that" Donna moans. Tommy keeps the tube between her legs. "Blurrp, Slurrp," The obscene sucking sound continues unrelentingly. "Oh, my God," Donna yells, on the brink of orgasm. Just before she can climax, Tommy withdraws the vacum pointing it at her left breast sucking up her nipple, extending both breasts and nipples out to new lengths. Tommy alternates between vibrating her pussy lips to sucking the milk out of her breasts. The vacum cleaner abusing her body like some strange snake. With every withdrawal it drips milk onto her dress and leaves bright red rings around her nipples. Donna's body shudders into an involuntary climax forced to orgasm by the double sucking action on her breast and pussy. Tommy turns off the vacum cleaner when he notices Donna's body stiffen with a climatic spasm. He has no intention of giving her further pleasure. "Button up your blouse and walk into the living room." Tommy tells her. Donna stuffs her swollen breasts back into her bra and buttons her blouse. She rises from the sofa as if she were resigned to her continued humiliation. Carefully concealing her anger, Donna walks toward the dining room. She glances back at Tommy willing him with her mind to follow her. Donna draws him away from the instrument of torture. She draws him away from the vacum cleaner. Tommy follows Donna until he is five feet, seven feet, and finally 10 feet away from the vacum torture machine. Without warning, Donna turns on Tommy. "You little bastard," she shouts grabbing Tommy by the neck. Cindy watches with the remote control in her hand curious as to what her mother will do next. Tommy tries ducking to escape his mother's grasp. He is too slow, totally taken by surprise. Both of Donna's hands tighten around his neck. "I'm going to strangle you," Donna threatens. Both her hands tighten around Tommy's neck and begin throttling him. Donna's body surges with a power she didn't know she had. Tommy can't break his mother's grip. It feels as if she's been possessed with the power of demons. Cindy is enjoying herself. She feels powerful like she's holding the remote control for some advanced 3-D Holographic Television Show. She wants Tommy to suffer. She wants him to remember this attempt to strangle him. Later, when he remembers how Donna has choked him, he will show her no mercy. Cindy waits to press the button. Tommy is certain that his mother intends to kill him. He can't breathe. The room is starting to spin. His legs are wobbly. The electric shock hits Donna just before Tommy starts to pass out. "Aargh !," Donna screams totally taken by surprise Donna's hands fly from Tommy's neck. Tommy rubs his neck gasping for breath. "On your feet bitch," he gasps. Donna staggers to her feet. "Take out both your breasts." Donna unbottons her blouse and takes both breasts out of their cups letting them hang out over the top of her bra. She stands there until Tommy's ragged breathing calms down. "You will not touch me again, bitch" Tommy shouts slapping her exposed breasts with his hand like you would slap a face. Donna confused, and demoralized by what seems to have been a unexpected return of Tommy's power over her, stands before him without resistence. Her eyes are focused on the vacum cleaner with a look of hopeless incomprehension. "You will never touch me again, bitch," says Tommy, slapping her first with the front of his hand and then returning the slap with the back of his hand. Tears well up in Donna's eyes from the breast pain. "Not my breasts, hit me anywhere, not my breasts ...," she begs. Tommy keeps slapping until Donna's breasts are red. The red welts left by his fingers are clearly visible on her breasts. Donna's eyes fill with tears from the beating on her milk swollen breasts. Carried away by his anger, Tommy slaps at the breasts repeatedly until they are swaying in rythum back and forth like a punching bag. He continues hitting her until his hand gets tired. Tommy finally relents. "Crawl into the Dinning Room like a cow and lay down on the table" Donna heads for the dining room, on all fours, like a cow. She is totally subdued. Her breasts sway back and forth as she crawls on all fours. After crawling into the living room, she makes one last inadequate attempt to preserve the remnants of her dignity as a mother, and as a woman, by unconsciously tucking her painful breasts back into her bra and buttoning up the front of her dress. All thoughts of resistence literally beaten out of her. Her entire world is focused on her aching breasts. The dining room table has been pulled apart to make room for a center leaf. Instead of inserting another leaf three of the leaves have been shoved to one end leaving a 5 inch gap on the far end. Donna is forced to lay on the table so her breasts hang through the gap between table leaves. Her body is full supported except for her breasts. Cindy crawls under the table and unbuttons her mother's dress. Gently, she removes both breasts from the bra cups and lets the heavy mounds jiggle out hanging freely. What new torture will they subject her to? she wonders. Will they try to smash her milk heavy hanging breasts by closing the table together like some gigantic clothes pin ? Despite Donna's speculations, no attempt is made to close the table. Her breasts hang freely, unpinched, unbeaten, and unmolested. Donna rests. Cindy moves the card board box into the living room beneath the dinner table. Donna can hear the squealing piglets but can's see them. Tommy takes a large dictionary down from the bookshelf and several other large books. He places them on the floor beneath the table. It takes some adjusting before the cardboard box is the right height. The hungry piglets soon discover the two mounds hanging down into their box and the two nipples. They begin a frenzy of sucking to get at the milk. There are 8 piglets and only two nipples to suck. On an adult mother sow, they would have a choice of up to 12 tits to suckle on. They fight each other. Donna feels them pulling, bitting on her nipples, sucking out the milk meant for her baby. The constantly changing mouths of the piglets struggling to suck the milk from her intensifies into a wild feeding frenzy. The competition between the piglets continues for hours. Donna has nothing to mark the time except the squealing sounds of the pigs and constant pulling on her nipples. She passes out in an attempt to escape the horrible reality. Donna's dreams are filled with sounds of barn animals. She is laying on a pile of hay in the corner of a barn surrounded by a mass of squealing pigs. Her breasts are fully exposed to the mindless hungry animals. She has been reduced to a human suck station for pigs. The pale blue eyed boy films the dreamy far off look on her face, dropping the camera below the table for shots of the piglets swarming over her hanging breasts. The close up zoom shots are almost unrecognizeable. The pink hairless pigs, squirming over the mounds, pulling their bodies out of the box suspended only by their sucking mouths attached to the nipples, it is a surreal scene. It is not clear at all if you are looking at the magnified nipples of some animal or if they are human breasts. Only the clear shots of Donna's face make it obvious. The contented cow look on Donna's face is too much for Cindy. She goes into the kitchen, takes a can of with a picture of fried chicken on it out of a cupboard, and puts in on the floor. It's a can of Crisco. She takes the mop from behind the door, turns it upside down, smashing the handle into the white Crisco lard. Tit torture is not enough for Cindy. She repeatedly jabs the mop handle into the can of Crisco until it is coated white with goo. and shoves it up Donna's cunt while asking Tommy to unzip and force Donna to suck his dick. Tiring of this, Tommy suggests that they make the torture automatic. They blindfold Donna and lightly very gently, tickling her with some sort of leaves. It feels good. She doesn't know they're using clear plastic gloves on their hands to hold it. She can't see them. She doesn't know that in about a half hour her breasts will feel like they're on fire. She doesn't know they are brushing her breasts with poison ivy.  --------------366C139DEEE-- From ???@0x00003460 Mon Sep 15 21:32:46 1997 Path: newsfeed.san.rr.com!news1.rto!newsfeed1-hme1!newsfeed.internetmci.com!205.252.116.205!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Story Master Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: story RP- author : Daney Dewitt - Donna's Humiliation 11 - donna11.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:25:35 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 337 Message-ID: <34106ABF.1063@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------625868564F12" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------625868564F12 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------625868564F12 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna11.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna11.txt" Donna's Humiliation A Nasty Girl Story by Dafney Dewitt Donna's Humiliation ______________________________________________ Part 11 Donna's Gang Bang Rape Bob's hunting trip has been unsuccessful. Somehow he feels less a man for returning without a deer. It is a man's job to hunt, to track down the prey. Women stayed at home or became prey themselves. There is a sensual thrill to the hunt. It isn't just in the killing. The kill is actually a disappointment. There is a connection, an invisible bound of fear between hunter and prey. You can see it in the eyes of the prey. It's a quick flick of the eyes, a slight movement of the head. If you don't know what your looking for, it's easy to miss, but once you experience the thrill of the hunt you can never forget it. It's the fear of being pursued. The fear of being tracked by a force more powerful then yourself, the fear of being caught, and the ultimate fear of submission. It is these intimate moments when the prey conects with the hunter that Bob savors the most. He understands the bond between hunter and prey. He enjoys the torture of pursuit. Tonight, Bob is going to make his dear Donna the prey to make up for his disappointment with deer. This isn't a conscious decision. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows that Donna is taunting him, thinking him less a man for returning empty handed. He intends to teach her a lesson, to show her just how very wrong she is by ravaging her sexually. He will go a bit beyond the normal limits. Bob always feels in control, able to handle any crisis. That is why the rape comes as such a surprise. Bob is a bit old fashioned. He feels that his home is his castle, and his wife is part of his property. He is quick to defend her from the catcalls of other men on the street. He loves Donna. He loves his kids. He thinks of himself as her protector and provider. Maybe he doesn't always bring home the bacon, but he could still feed her the pork. It is late. A dark and moonless night. Cindy & Tommy have already gone upstairs to bed. The doorbell rings a little after 11:30 pm. "Honey, would you see who's at the door ?" asks Donna. "I'm going," said Bob always willing to act as the protector. Bob turns on the porch light before opening the front door. "Step back," said the stranger. Bob slowly steps back into his house. A black teenager walks toward Bob. A thin short boy wearing a white T-Shirt and blue jeans. He couldn't have weighed more then 135 pounds. Bob could easily pick him up and toss him out of his house. He doesn't care much for blacks. He isn't prejudiced or anything. He just doesn't like the way they smell. He doesn't like the way they sniff after white women on the streets downtown like dogs following a sexual scent. He doesn't like the way they date white women. They're like animals. Bob would have never invited blacks into his house. The sawed off shotgun pointed at his face serves as the black boy's invitation. Bob forces himself to move his eyes from the barrel to the base of the gun. The safety is off and the black finger is inside the trigger guard. Bob is almost ready to take the risk, to grab the end of the shotgun shoving it to oneside, but as he takes the second step backwards a huge man dressed like a Hell's Angel Biker steps through the front door. It's at this moment that Bob realizes he is no longer a hunter, but merely prey. They waste no time in tying Bob up to a kitchen chair, and gagging him. No attempt is made to blindfold him. They position his chair so that he is facing away from the bedroom. "Bob, is that you ?" He can hear the uncertainty in his wife's voice as she calls out from the safety of their marital bedroom. His wife is like a deer bedded down in the brush feeling safe but uncertain. This strange salt and pepper combination of the huge white biker and the slim black teenager has Bob puzzled. He imagines they are an odd residential robbery team. The biker and black teenager watch him. What happens next totally takes Bob by surprise. A uniformed police officer walks through his front door, tips his hat in greeting toward the biker, and continues on into the bedroom. Bob hears the bedroom door open. He is tied up facing away from the door so he can see nothing, but hear everything. "Excuse me, Miss, Police Department." "What are you doing in my bedroom ?" Donna is worried. She sits up in bed clutching her nightgown around her breasts. The voices have not returned. She is uncertain what to do next. "We got a call of a disturbance." "Where's my husband ?" "I'm sorry, but in all cases of domestic disturbance . . ." "No, Ooh, noo," ". . . we are forced to detain the husband." "What do you want with me ?" "Just a statement." "Like what ?" "Well...like, was he hitting you ?" "No, he wasn't." "Not so fast," says the policeman. He pulls out a black nightstick from his duty belt. Using it for a pointer, the policeman resumes his questioning. "Did he hit you here ?" says the policeman pointing to Donna's left breast. "No." "Are you certain ?" Bob's concentration on the conversation coming from his bedroom becomes obsessive. He wants to see; he wants to know; he doen't want to be reduced to just listening like a sex telephone freak. "Yes." "Are you telling me that it's not even sore ?" The police officer pushes his nightstick into Donna's breast in a circular motion, pressing hard to make his point. "No, I mean yes. Yes, it is sore." To be truthful, Donna's breasts ached. They were sore and tender beyond belief. The probing motions of nightstick make Donna's breast throb. "Oh, so he didn't hit you, but now you admit that you're sore." "Well, I, I'm .... I"m a mother," Donna finally replies in way of explanation. She is embarrassed. She doesn't want to tell the police officer that her breasts are sore because of pigs sucking on them. "Well, now we're getting to the truth." "No, you don't understand." "Are you sore down here ?" The officer suddenly thrusts the nightstick into the covers between Donna's legs. "Oooh, yeesss." Donna yelps out moving back toward the headboard of the bed to avoid the hard probing actions of the nighstick. Outside the bedroom door, Bob is absolutely livid. He is tense beyond belief, straining against the ropes, waiting for the inevitable, hoping for a rescue, concentrating on each word and every sound. "Now, I'm starting to understand. "No, the truth is, it wasn't Bob." "Who's Bob ?" "My husband." "If it wasn't your husband, who was it ?" Donna shakes her head silently from side to side refusing to answer. The police officer jerks the protective bedcovers off Donna and jabs the nightstick between her legs until it hits home leaving Donna gasping. "Who was it ?" "It was my son, Tommy," Donna pants whincing with pain. Outside, Bob can't believe what is happening. Is Donna lying to protect him ? Is she saying this so he won't go to jail for Domestic Abuse ? Maybe, the police officer is forcing her to say these things. Or maybe, Donna did have an incestuous affair with her own son. With a pride reserved for men, Bob wants to believe that he is the one who made Donna sore. He remembers the fist fucking he gave his wife. It has to have been him who made her sore. No one could have devastated Donna like he did. He is convinced she is lying. She has to be lying. "You're lying," says the policeman. "No, I'm telling the truth." "You're lying to save your husband." "Yes, I want to save my husband, but only the truth can save a marriage." "Prove it." "There's a video tape hidden in the bookself behind the TV set." Unseen by Donna the small black boy goes into the living room searching behind the books and finds the video tape. He turns the sound on the TV off and puts the tape in the VCR machine. The biker lifts up Bob, chair and all and positions him so he can view the television. After a long silent pause, the police officer answers slowly pronouncing each word with special emphasis. "I.. think ..you're.. lying.. because.. you.. love.. your.. husband." "I do, I do love my husband," Donna nods vigorously in agreement. Bob stares at the TV screen with betrayed eyes watching his own wife, Donna suck the dripping cum off her son Tommy's cock. He notices the smile on Donna's face. The same smile quirky, tilt of the head, smile she gives him when they finish making love. This is no faked video. His wife was getting off on sucking Tommy's cock. At the same time, he can hear Donna in the next room saying that she loves him. "Do you love your husband enough to prove your love ?" "I don't need to prove my love, Bob knows I love him." Bob watches the TV as Tommy's hand enters Donna's cum smeared pussy carefully cupping the jissum with his fingers, Tommy brings it up to Donna's mouth, and she licks his fingers clean. "Are you sure you don't need to prove your love ?" says the police officer pushing the nightstick beneath the strap of Donna's nightgown and forcing it down over her shoulder exposing the top of her breast. "Yes, I'm sure," says Donna thinking of how she submitted to her husband fist fucking her in the ass so he wouldn't go hunting. Donna is certain that her actions prove she loves her husband. "You would never betray your husband by degrading him ?" "Oh, no, I would never do that," Donna shakes her head innocently. Bob watches the TV as Donna jacks off their dog, Bowser, tips the waterbowl to her lips and drinks the dog cum. Donna goes directly to the front door and kisses him goodbye with her mouth full of dog goo. Bob's reaction is visceral. He almost vomits into the gag. "You're sure you would never betray your husband ?" "Yes, I'm positive." Bob watches the TV as Donna eats out the pussy of his daughter Cindy who is tied to a chair in the kitchen while Bowser, their dog, humps Donna from behind. He sees the dog's toenails leave scratches on Donna's sides. The dog humps her with a glassy-eyed stare, panting from the exertion, his tongue drooling saliva down Donna's back. "Well, ok." The police officer relents. "Is that all ?" Donna asks re-assuming an assertive attitude. Not all of Bob's body is tied. He notices that despite himself his cock seems to have a mind of its own. It is growing hard. He has a raging hard-on from watching the dog fuck his wife. "Yes, but we'll need to confirm your answers with your husband." The black boy hits the remote control shutting off the TV. Bob's mind is devastated by what he has seen and heard. The biker removes the gag from Bob's mouth. Bob remains silent. Just ten minutes earlier, before the TV had been turned on, Bob could think of a million things to say, and warning to shout. Now, he was stunned speechless. He was in shock from seeing too much, seeing an unimaginable evil beyond any husband's worst nightmares, and hearing his wife's denials. Bob no longer looks upon the black boy and biker as enemies. True they forced their way into his house. Housebreaking is a vicious act, but it seems to have been for a greater good. This odd couple is opening up his eyes to the greater evil of his wife, Donna. ______________________________________________________ Author Note: If you like this story, please send an E-Mail to the author at: an376445@anon.penet.fi  --------------625868564F12-- From ???@0x00001C8E Mon Sep 15 21:32:46 1997 Path: newsfeed.san.rr.com!news1.rto!newsfeed1-hme1!newsfeed.internetmci.com!205.252.116.205!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Story Master Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: story RP- author : Daney Dewitt - Donna's Humiliation 12 - donna12.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:25:56 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 190 Message-ID: <34106AD4.797D@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------6A44626C4A4D" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------6A44626C4A4D Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------6A44626C4A4D Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna12.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna12.txt" ____________________________________________________ Author Note: If you like this story, please send an E-Mail to the author at: an376445@anon.penet.fi I am attempting to improve the level of erotic literature in Alt.Sex.Stories. Let me know specifically what types of scenes you would like and they will be included in the next story. ____________________________________________________ Donna's Humiliation A Nasty Girl Story by Dafney Dewitt This story is intended as a satire of erotic submission tales. If you are not overcome by lust, the lampoon will become obvious and unavoidable. Donna's Humiliation Part #12 Donna's Gang Bang Rape Unable to lift him, the police officer drags Bob into the bedroom still bound to the chair to continue the questioning. "Well, Bob, your wife Donna has made a number of allegations." "Yes," says Bob staring at Donna. "She claims that your son Tommy took advantage of her, but that she truly loves you, and does not need to prove it." "Yes," says Bob staring at his wife with a blank numbness. "Well, do you agree ?" "Agree ?" Bob's mind is clearly not tracking the thread of conversation. "Yes, don't you think the burden of proof lies with your wife ?" "Untie me." "That's not the answer. Only the truth will set you free." "Untie me, now." "Ok." Donna's eyes flicker with fear. First she was afraid when she heard her husband had been detained. Now she's afraid because the police officer is releasing him. As the ropes drop away from her husband, Donna shrinks farther and farther away to the far side of the bed. Donna knows Bob has a bad temper. She isn't certain what Bob might do. She is certain she doesn't want to be around when he does it. Bob stands up. He walks over to the bed, grabs Donna by the wrist and drags her off the bed forcing her to stand. "The police officer's right. We need proof." Donna's mind races with fear. Her eyes flick unexpectedly to the police officer's fly. It is partially unzipped. Donna sinks to her knees in front of the police officer, thinking the worst, expecting no better. Thinking she will be forced to suck the policeman's cock, she assumes the position. Before she can reach for his zipper, Donna is stopped. "We need proof," repeats Bob jerking Donna to her feet. "I thought ...." begins Donna, clearly so embarrassed by her thoughts that she fails to complete them. "Where is the video tape ?" asks Bob pushing Donna out of the bedroom. Donna stumbles into the living room followed by the police officer and her husband. She gets on her knees a second time, but this time she is facing the bookshelf. She searches this wall of knowledge frantically for the tape, her hands working the books like she would a cock, jerking them off onto the floor. "Where's the evidence ?" asks the police officer. Without thinking, Donna jerks off the best of men. Shakespeare, Aldous Huxley, Betrand Russell . . . all these books fall out onto the floor as Donna continues her mindless pursuit of truth. "Where's the tape ?" asks her husband. Surrounded by fallen books, her legs splayed out on the floor, Donna looks up at her tormentors who remain unsatisfied by her efforts. It would be easier for Donna to simply suck the officer's cock. She is in an impossible position, forced to prove she engaged in an incestuous affair with her own son, or viewed as a liar by her husband. In her heart, Donna knows she's a slut. What pains her is to be thought of as a lying slut. The least she can do is cling to the dignity of honesty. She truly wants to be an honest slut. Like women everywhere, she sees a way out. Donna suddenly changes her mind. "I was lying. There is no tape. I never did anything bad with Tommy," Donna says. Bob looks down on Donna with contempt. He can no longer believe anything. Unknown to Donna, he has already viewed the tapes. He has already seen the evidence. All he is left with is the chance to teach Donna a lesson. She is much to big to spank. The punishment must fit the crime. He looks to the police officer for help. Pulling up on his duty belt, the police officer swaggers over to Donna rubbing his big black nightstick. "You're lying Donna. You're lying, aren't you ?" "No, I'm telling the truth," lies Donna attempting to hide her legs underneath her inadequate nightgown. "Did you enjoy sucking Tommy's cock or ... ?" To illustrate his question, the police officer takes the black baton, placing it between his legs, and makes a gesture like he's masturbating in Donna's face. "No, Noo, Noooo," says Donna shaking her head. "...or would you rather suck a black cock ?" As if on cue, the black teenager walks out of the kitchen and stands in front of Donna. A black silence fills the room. "Sit back on the sofa Bob, you're going to enjoy this." says the police officer. The silence is replaced by the sound of a zipper, by black hands slapping the jiggling flesh of Donna's breasts, of her nightgown tearing, and the wet fluid sounds of sucking. "Suck that black cock you bitch," says the police officer as he plunges his nightstick into Donna's pussy. She is positioned on all fours sucking on the black teenager's long thin cock and being impaled from the rear by the long hard baton. The policeman times his thrusts to coincide with Donna's sucking. Each time the black penis is fully buried in her mouth, the officer jabs the nightstick all the way into her cunt. Bob watches from the sofa. The rape proceeds in stages. It is not quick, brutal or predictable. ________________________________________________________  --------------6A44626C4A4D-- From ???@0x000035BF Mon Sep 15 21:32:46 1997 Path: newsfeed.san.rr.com!news1.rto!newsfeed1-hme1!newsfeed.internetmci.com!205.252.116.205!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Story Master Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: story RP- author : Daney Dewitt - Donna's Humiliation 13 - donna13.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:26:12 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 407 Message-ID: <34106AE4.5E93@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------4BE269A546E8" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------4BE269A546E8 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------4BE269A546E8 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna13.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna13.txt" Author Note: If you like this story, please send an E-Mail to the author at: an376445@anon.penet.fi I am attempting to improve the level of erotic literature in Alt.Sex.Stories. Let me know specifically what types of scenes you would like and they will be included in the next story. ___________________________________________________ Donna's Humiliation A Nasty Girl Story by Dafney Dewitt Donna's Humiliation The End Of the Begining Part 13 (The Unlucky Last Part) The rape proceeds in stages. It is not quick, brutal or predictable. A total of 13 hundred men abuse Donna before it is over. This is an unlucky number, but not an unusual number for Donna part #13. Sitting on the sofa, Bob experiences a wide range of emotions. He wants Donna punished. He feels betrayed. He knows she has lied to him. He wants her to pay for being a slut. Donna belongs to him. Bob feels it is his choice, his duty, to put her in her place. He will show her who's the boss. Bob watches as the police officer removes the baton from Donna's ass allowing the Biker to approach Donna from the rear. He has a huge member. Donna begins to moan. The bitch is getting aroused. "Stop it ! Stop ! Stop ! Stop !" Bob yells from the sofa. Bob is torn by conflicting emotions. The Biker freezes. He is outraged at the invasion of his privacy, of his home, of his wife. At first, he wants to fight, to kill the policeman, the biker, and the black kid, and stop the assault, but the video tapes have revealed to him an unknown darker side of his wife. He is thankful to the black teenager, the biker, and the policeman for revealing the true nature of his wife. "Stop ! Stop ! Stop !" Bob yells. "This is Wrong !, wrong !, wrong !," He repeats his words like he is talking to children to get his point across. Bob knows that sexually excited men have shrunken brains centered in their other little heads. They are pleasure driven and have trouble thinking. Repetition is the cure. Climax is the end. Bob has seen, heard, and been down this path himself many times before. It is a road to boredom. Fun and pleasurable while making the trip but ultimately too predictable. A predictable punishment is no fun, is not true punishment. Donna knows the begining, middle, and end. True punishment would confuse all these. A real punishment for the slut will be to scramble her sense of order, make her loose her balance, take away the sexual roadmaps, push her into the unknown, a sexual TwiLight Zone of dread, suspense, and total surprise. An unending punishment would be best. "First we plug her ears," Bob says On all fours, waiting for the biker to plunge his giant cock into her rear, Donna turns her head staring at her husband with a newly found respect. "I've had all my holes plugged, but never my ears," Donna tells Bob. "Even when I was made airtight with men in my mouth, ass, and cunt my ears weren't plugged. I've even been blindfolded, but no one has fucked my ears." "Shut up bitch," says the biker who is clearly frustrated. He gets up off the floor and joins the other men in a huddle. "I can't wait for you to stick it in my ears," says Donna oozing with expectation for the kinky and bizarre. "You stupid cunt," says the police officer. "No one is going to insert anything in you." "Here you go," says Bob grabbing the sound protector ear muffs he uses during target practice, and slipping them over Donna's Head. Donna's world falls silent. She watches as the men talk about things that women never hear. Ignoring her. She raises her nightgown exposing her thighs to get their attention back. The Biker smiles. She raises it higher. Then she notices that the biker is smiling at the other men not at her. All the men are smiling now. Donna drops her nightgown. Let's leave Donna's world and return to the world of men, sound, and fury. "What we need to do," says Bob carefully, "is the unexpected." "Lookat tha bitch, she's beggin' for it." The Biker smiles at Donna. "We're gonna mind fuck her," says Bob returning the biker's smile. Suddenly, all the men smile together like small boys at a circle jerk. Donna drops her nightgown. "Like a reverse gang bang ?" asks the police officer. "Yes," says Bob "No woman would ever expect a reverse gang bang." "Do that mean she fucks us ?" asks the black teenager still inexperienced in ways of the flesh. "No," says Bob "That means that we fuck with her mind and not her body." "Yeah," says the policeman jumping into the stream of the conversation "Deep brooks run silently". "Don't go Freudian on me," says Bob. "We need lots of hard cocks, not soft words." Bob gets on the telephone. He makes a silent call. Donna never hears the plan, never knows she will be the victim of a reverse gang bang, she only knows what she can see, shortly after Bob hangs up the phone more men pour through the front door of her home. Whatever is going to happen will involve lots and lots of men. Bob removes the ear protectors from his wife Donna, and turns the television on to MTV Music. "Okay, slut let's see what you can do." Donna is frozen, confused by the sudden blaring of noise. She looks out at the faces of men crowding her home. There's old wrinkled men, young muscular guys, heavy fat men, skinny middle aged fellows. All shapes, all sizes, and all colors. "Come on slut, strut your stuff, get us off," Bob encourages her. The men unzip, taking out their cocks. Donna feels intimidated looking at this sea of cocks. Whatever happens, Donna wants to meet this challenge head on. She plunges in bravely. It is a time to sink or swim. Donna can't afford to sink. If she drowns, it won't be from water. Other men's voices join in. "Com'on slut take it off" "Dance for us bitch !" "Juice me up baby !" Donna starts dancing like she's wading through water. In slow motion, out of sync with the music, her motions are in counterpoint to the quick tempo of the MTV music. Her arms spread out to the sides like she's doing a breast stroke pushing her tits into the faces of the admiring men. Dancing is not enough. Men always demand more. She starts stripping. Slowly, Donna lowers the straps on her night- gown down over her breasts. She wiggles it down to her waist letting it fall to her feet. Donna tries to enflame the minds of men. She will seduce them with her charms. Nudity is not enough. Donna strips buck naked. Showing her all. Giving everything. Letting the men's eyes feast on her nakedness. She even spreads her pussy lips with her fingers so they can see inside. Words are not enough. Jerking them off with words, Donna tries teasing them into fucking her. She begs them to fuck her, to let her suck their cocks, to fill her up like a camper van stopping at a gas station. Nothing is enough. Nothing Donna does can get the men to fill her with their cocks. Donna does not get to suck or fuck. In the end, she gets nothing. The men tease her with their cocks. "Beg for it, bitch," a fat man sneers. Donna begs. "Please... please give it to me," she whimpers. "Give you what, slut?" "Please, please fuck me," Donna pleads. "Fuck you? You want me to fuck you slut ?" "Please," she sobs. "Say it, bitch, say fuck me !" "Please fuck me ! Please fuck me !" "Tell me where you want it, you whore." "In... in my hot pussy. I want it in my pussy !" "You want me to fuck your juicy cunt ?" "Yes," she moans. "Stick it in my cunt! Donna collapses onto the floor shivering with desire. A tall black man with bad teeth walks over to her. He bends down close to her face like he's going to kiss her. He's so close Donna can smell his sour breath. He whispers. "Wanna suck my cock ?" A shiver trickles down Donna's back from the feel of his hot sour breath. She can feel the air of each word against her ear. She lures the man over into a corner. Her knees go weak with desire. The mans long black cock dangles in front of her face. She can see it, smell it, taste it. Donna opens her mouth and closes her eyes. She wants to inhale it into her body. She is ready to suck it off like no cock has ever been sucked. Her lips are open wide surrounding the tip of the cock. She can feel the heat radiating from the cockhead. She's ready to clamp down on it with a silky smooth suction that will make him blast his load into her mouth. Just as her lips close, the cock withdraws, the man backs up. Donna's lips close on empty air. She opens her eyes in shock. Donna watches at the tall thin man jerks his cock off into a familiar looking plastic mixing bowl. She sees the hot white ejaculate explode into the bowl, dripping down the edges, the last few drops of cum dropping like molten lead. Spurt by spurt. Other men follow the lead of the tall man. They spit their sperm into the plastic mixing bowl. Forming a line, taking their turn, they let go with streams of stringy white jissum. Spurt by spurt. Donna watches the line of men move forward. The contents of the bowel rise as the line dwindles. It reminds her of something. Maybe egg whites, maybe fondue. She can't take her eyes off the bowl. Spurt by spurt. Donna is allowed to hold the bowl while the men jack off. She can feel the warmth rising along the sides. She can feel the weight of the bowel, she can smell it, she can hear wet spurts of cum. Spurt by spurt. Her hands grow sweaty. She fears dropping the bowel, spilling out millions of sperm upon the carpet. She grips it more tightly. This isn't just some inert liquid. This is live sperm. She can almost feel the bowl vibrating. The bowl is vibrating, but Donna realizes she is shaking, nervous with anticipation wanting to soak her face into the goop, wanting to drink it, pour it into her pussy and dump it onto her breasts. Spurt by spurt. Donna no longer trusts herself to hold the bowl without dropping it. She carefully, and reluctantly sets it down on the table. This is too important for a woman to ruin. Spurt by spurt. The men exit the house after dumping their loads. Donna is sad to see them go, but glad to see the bowl filling up. This will ber cum to drink, pour into her mouth, spread on her breasts, dump into her aching cunt. When all the men are gone the bowl will be hers. Spurt by spurt. The hours pass. As the line of men decreases, the volume of the bowl increases and the reverse gang bang come to end. Donna puts back on her white bra and panties. She slips into her old pink bathrobe in resignation that her efforts to excite men have failed. Her mind flirts with the failures of the past like a moth drawn to a light. Spurt by spurt. As the last man leaves, Bob closes the front door. He turns off MTV and turns on the VCR and goes to bed. The house returns to normal. The video tape of Donna flickers to life. Like an old porno movie, Donna's life is caught in a loop. Donna watches the TV which becomes her reality. Donna, her light blond hair pulled back and tied with a red ribbon, attends to her family like a waitress. She looks like hired help, a servant. She wears an old pink bathrobe instead of a white waitress's uniform. Underneath the robe is nothing but a white bra and panties. Donna dunks a wooden spoon into the thick white goo, letting it drip slowly from the spoon. She is making breakfeast, but the bowl forces her to think of sex. Donna daydreams that she's mixing a large bowl of cum. Donna has never been comfortable being tall. She is sitting down. The early morning kitchen smells of coffee, heated maple syrup, and fresh pancake batter. Everything looks perfect. Donna covers the top of her coffee cup with her left hand, feeling the moist heat while her right hand works rythmically out-of-sight, between her legs. She tilts her head slightly to the left in a quirky smile. Her hand trembles. She gives up. It isn't working. The voices have returned. 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