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From: [e-mail] (Daniel Mayost)
Date: Tue, 20 Jul 93 06:47:30 GMT
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Subject: STORY: Kidnapping, Bondage, Torture



                       Funtime for Jody


     Jody still couldn't believe how quickly it had happened.  she
had stayed late after her final exams and, with the help of a
forged ID, had had a few drinks with her classmates.  Her friends
had wanted to go on drinking, had offered to drive her home if she
would join them, but she had not.  She hadn't wanted to worry her
folks.
     A brief bus ride later and she was taking a shortcut down a
tree lined lane, the same shortcut she took during daylight hours
to save a two block detour.  It was almost funny, in retrospect,
how every decision she had made seemed to conspire against her.
Almost funny.
     As she walked along the lonely stretch she became aware of
footsteps behind her.  Suddenly she was acutely conscious of the
effect her peach, two piece outfit had from the rear.  The skirt
was cut short, just above her knees, and had a slit in back to help
show off her white patterned nylons.  The lightweight jacket made
swishing sounds as it brushed against her crisp white blouse, its
broad bow trailing strips of cotton in the breeze.  As the
footsteps drew closer, she tried to curb the sway of her hips, but
found herself unable to do so, as her heels kept throwing her off
balance.  She fought down an urge to bolt, apprehension warring
with the fear of appearing foolish should it turn out to be an
acquaintance or neighbor.  Still she found herself quickening her
pace.  The sound of her pursuers became lost in the clicking of her
heels.
     Suddenly two things happened so fast that Jody could not even
say which happened first.  A man leapt out from behind some bushes
in front of her, a ski mask on his face; while a strong arm
encircled her from the rear, pinioning her arms.  Before her eyes
appeared a calloused hand, which clamped itself over her mouth.
     Jody struggled against her imprisonment, not heeding the way
her breasts quivered against the arm that held her.  A glint of
steel made her stop struggling.  the man in front of her had a gun
pointed directly in her face.  Jody felt her knees go weak, and she
almost urinated from the fear, but some shred of absurd decorum
prohibited her from doing so.  He brought the gun right between her
eyes.  she could smell its oily aroma.  Her brown eyes widened
almost comically.
     "You'll do exactly what you're told, right, sweetmeat?" the
man with the gun asked.  Jody nodded.  "Through these bushes," he
commanded.  Jody willed her feet to move.  The man behind her never
once loosened his grip.  Through the trees they moved into a
clearing and Jody felt gorge rise in her throat.  Undoubtedly she
was going to be raped, perhaps even killed.
     The man behind her forced her to her knees on the ground and
uncovered her mouth.  she gulped in huge gasps of fresh air,
stopping when she noticed the way her heaving breasts were pushing
out her blouse.  The buttons were straining to hold the thin fabric
together.  It was because her arms were pulled tightly behind her
she realized.  "Open your mouth," she was commanded by the man
before her, the one with the gun.  She became uncomfortably aware
of the position of his crotch in relation to her mouth.  As soon as
her lips parted he poked the blunt gun barrel between her lips.
She started to moan.  She was going to die!  Three blocks from
home!
     "Shut up!  I'm not going to kill you.  You're going to be too
much fun," and in spite of the terrible implications of his words,
Jody could focus on little other than his promise not to kill her.
She did as she was told, holding still while the man behind her
loosened his grip.  She was told to clasp her hands behind her
back.  The man who had held her produced a pair of shiny steel
handcuffs from a small satchel and ratcheted them tightly against
her wrists.  The cold steel sent a chill to the depths of her soul.
Their feel seemed horribly permanent.
     Immediately the cuffs began to chafe her skin.  The man with
the gun withdrew it from her lips (her teeth chattered against the
barrel as he did so) and ran a finger delicately along her jaw.
"How does a chick with such a nice bod get such pudgy cheeks?
You're other cheeks nice and plump?  Nah they looked firm to me.
You must use the cheeks for storage... You store nuts, honey, just
like a squirrel?"  Jody was afraid to move or talk.  "Those lips
are just right, though.  Nice and full.  Your mouth will look great
wrapped around by cock."
     "I--I'll b--blow you," Jody stammered, "if you l--let me go."
     "Hell, sweetheart, gonna keep you for a while.  And you'll
blow me lots more than once."  She wanted to will them away, but
tears were the only sign she could give the man.  Somehow tears
could not communicate her hate.  She knew already that tears were
just what he wanted.  What they both wanted.
     "C'mon, let's get her out of here.  Lots of time later to
play," came the voice behind her.  His hand appeared before her, an
odd assortment of leather straps and a red ball clutched tightly.
"He's right.  We really want to show you our place, but we don't
want to hear your chatter on the way.  A woman should be fucked,
not heard."  He took the strange contraption from his cohort and
held the ball in front of Jody's mouth.  One of the straps passed
directly through the center of that ball.  "Open wide, sweetmeat."
     Jody didn't understand exactly what he wanted.  She moved too
slowly.  he shoved the ball roughly against her lips.  Wincing from
the pressure, her lips almost splitting against the porcelain
hardness of her teeth, Jody involuntarily opened her mouth.  As
soon as she did so the ball slid snugly into her mouth, pushing her
teeth far apart.  It tasted and smelled sour.  If before the ball
had seemed small, now it was enormous.  He pushed until her inner
jaw was sore, and then buckled two of the leather straps behind her
neck.  She could feel her teeth digging into the semi-soft surface,
trying to expel the foul thing, but the resilient material sprung
back.
     "Get the van!" the gunman barked, and then he went back to
working on her straps.  One set buckled under her chin.  Another
set began just to either side of her mouth, met in the middle at
the bridge of her nose, and continued up and over the top of her
head as single strap.  It was impossible to expel the noxious gag.
     The thing had a foul taste.  In defense, her mouth was
salivating, huge gobs of spittle collecting behind the ball.  She
swallowed as much of the foul tasting saliva as possible, but could
not swallow it all because of the way her lips were split open.
She was afraid she might vomit and choke to death before the man
could undo all those straps (assuming he even made an attempt).
She tried to just let it collect in her mouth, but it began to
spill from the edges of her distended lips, and to slide under the
ball, to drip from her pouting lower lip.  With disgust she
realized she was drooling, huge gobs of spit were draining from her
mouth and dripping from her chin.
     Of course he noticed.  In fact, it was all probably part of
his plan.  "Baby want cock so much she drooling, ahhhh..." and he
pulled gently on her head.  She was so unbalanced that she fell
against his crotch.  Quickly she lurched away, but his hand shot
and wound itself through her hair.  He pulled her back against his
thigh so hard that her cheek went numb and her ears rang.  "Look,
cunt, I put your face somewhere, that's where it stays, you got
that?"  She looked down.  He yanked the back of her hair again so
that her face tilted up.  she looked into the cool blue eyes of her
tormentor.  "I said, you got that, you little cunt?"  She nodded as
much as she could within the confines his grasp allowed her.  Tears
were spilling down her cheeks.
     He smiled down at her.  "Good girl.  Boy, you do want it bad,
don't you?"  He ran his finger under her chin and held it in front
of her eyes.  A large set drop of saliva dangled from his finger.
"You're drooling on your tits, honey.  You shouldn't do that, it'll
ruin that pretty outfit.  I'll let you suck me later, so don't be
sad.  You look so sad I just can't stand it."  He was smiling, his
grin splitting the ski mask.  He reached into the hellish sack and
pulled out a leather padded blindfold, and buckled it securely
around her head.   She had no way of knowing, but she had had her
last glimpse of sun and sky for quite some time to come.
     With her sight gone, she felt the fear take a quantum leap
forward.  She had thought she had reached the outer limits of
terror, but it kept growing and growing.  She could be beaten,
raped or shot.  She would never even see it coming.  She heard the
sound of a vehicle nearby, and for one wild moment, she felt sure
that it was the police, maybe even her father, come to save her.
"That's our lift honey," the man said, and he jerked her roughly to
her feet by gripping the soft flesh of her armpit.  She felt his
fingers through the material, sliding across her sweaty skin.  She
felt branches snapping against her shins, and she barked them
roughly against the edge of the van's doorway.  She was still
trying to gingerly place her foot inside when he shoved her
through.  She tumbled roughly to the floor, banging her hip and
elbow.
     She was made to lay on her belly, her breasts pressed firmly
against the cool metal.  She felt the sadist gather her feet
together, and pulling them up, knot (a rope?) around her ankles.
The he pulled her feet towards the center of her back, so that her
heels almost were touching her rear.  She felt him tie the rope to
her hands, where the cuffs were.  An experimental pull convinced
her she was being hog-tied, bound feet to bound hands.  With a
final yank, he brought her feet nearly to her wrists.  Her back lit
up with pain, but the only sound she could make was a grunt.
     During the interminable ride she felt her skirt inching up her
thighs.  She felt hands almost teasingly explore her stockinged
legs, her rear, and slip between her legs to brush at the lips of
her vagina through the thin material of her panties.  There was
nothing she could do except drool and grunt and twist and cry and
hurt, hurt, hurt.
     Finally the stopped and she felt the rope loosen on her
ankles.  The stood her up outside the van and she was walked along,
held upright by rough hands.  Her feet crunched on grass and
gravel.  She heard a door open and she was led down some stairs.
Drafts swirled around her, and she found herself shivering, and not
just from the cold.
     Yes, it seemed as if every decision she had made today led her
here.  "Welcome to your new home, babe," she heard a voice say.
Her blindfold was rudely ripped away.  Jody looked around at hell.
     She was in a large room.  The walls were stone and the floor
was poured cement, heavily stained by substance she did not want to
think about.  All along the ceiling, placed here and there, hung
pulleys.  One was hanging directly over her head.  To her right was
a large wooden table, ropes at two corners; two other ropes at the
opposite end wrapped around a huge wooden cylinder.  Here was a
chair, the seat like a V laid on its side, the back hard wooden
panels.  Straps seemed to spring everywhere from the seat.  Over
there was something that looked like one of her father's sawhorses,
except larger.  A pulley hung over it as well, and there were round
eyelets set in the concrete at either side.
     The walls were hung with items about which there could be no
doubt: whips, clamps, gags and other torture devices.  Another wall
was hung with hoses and large canvas sacks.
     "Don't worry, babe, we'll be glad to demonstrate anything you
don't understand," said the man who had held the gun.  "My name is
Nick, and that is Ed," he pointed to the other man who was busy
rummaging through her purse.  He handed her wallet to Nick.  "And
you're Jody.  Please to meet you, Jody, real pleased.  You don't
have to talk, just droll extra.  That's considered polite around
here.  If it's too hard to remember our names, you can call either
of us sir or master."
     Nick took some leather cuffs off of the wall can came around
behind her.  With relief she felt him unlock the handcuffs.  Her
wrists felt raw.  Expertly he strapped a leather cuff on each
wrist.  The cuff was broad and slightly padded.  For some reason
the padding only frightened her more.  She heard a click.  Bringing
her hands in front of her she studied the broad black cuffs and
noted that each had been padlocked to her wrists.  "That's right,
Jody, think of them as your only permanent clothing," said Nick.
     She reached for her gag, but Ed stepped forward and quickly
twisted her arm behind her.  "Don't do ANYTHING without being told
to, bitch!" he hissed.  His face was alongside hers, his chin
almost resting on her shoulder.  She could smell his stale breath.
"Get the spreader," said Nick.  Ed went to a chest and came back
with a long metal bar, rings on each end, and one in the middle.
He clipped a snap shut on the middle ring that was attached to the
rope that dangled from the pulley above.  Together Nick and Ed
forced Jody's wrists inexorably upward and outward.  Producing two
more snaps, they clipped her wrist straps to either end of the bar.
Her arms were suspended, although not uncomfortably, above her
head.
     The struggle had left her breathing heavily.  Her breath came
hissing out of her nose.  Drool still spilled around the edges of
her gag and dripped in large mucousy puddles on her blouse,
plastering it to her chest.  Looking down she noticed how the
spittle had made her blouse semi-transparent.  You could see the
lacy fringe of her bra cups through the white blouse.  she shook
her shoulders until the bow fell into her cleavage.  She wanted to
cut off as much of the view as possible.
     Nick produced two more cuffs from the ubiquitous box near the
wall and cuffed them firmly around her ankles, permanently locking
those in place as well.  Ed pulled two lengths of nylon rope from
his pocket and dangled them in front of her eyes.  "These are
nylon, babe.  Nylon stretches.  It's a safety precaution.  See how
good we are to you?"  Jody shook her head uncomprehendingly.  Ed
passed a rope to Nick and bending down they both tied their cords
to an eyelets on her ankle cuffs.
     Moving to either side of her the two men threaded the ropes
through huge eyebolts set in the concrete.  The bolts were
outrageously far apart.  The pulled on the cords and her legs were
slowly dragged apart, making her still more open and vulnerable.
Jody had to almost hop as her feet were forced to duckwalk across
the floor.  One foot did buckle and she fell to her right.  She
gasped through the gag as the wrist strap caught her fall, but as
it did so, her other wrist shot up in the air.  It stopped with a
painful jerk as she reached equilibrium, sending a shockwave
through her trembling shoulders.
     "You really ought to try and be more careful, sweetmeat," said
Nick, "we wouldn't want you to get hurt, unless we do the hurting."
He laughed as he ran his hand up her calf to linger along the
inside of her thigh, just under her dress.
     When her legs were spread achingly far apart, the both stopped
and tied off the cords; leaving about eighteen inches of play
between the bolts and her ankles.  Now she could feel what a strain
this position would put on her shoulders and thighs if she were
required to maintain it for long.  And even now, she still had the
freedom to move her arms slightly, and to shift her weight from leg
to leg.
     Nick went over to the wall and untied the length of cord that
was threaded through the overhead pulley.  For a moment the tension
in her arms eased, but then Nick pulled down hard, and her arms
returned to their former position and beyond.  The material of her
blouse stretched tautly across her breasts and her skirt bit so
deeply against her outer thighs that she imagined the fabric would
make a thrumming sound if the hem were plucked.  "Hook up the
winch," demanded Nick and Ed took the slack end of the rope and
tied it to a metal device, all hooks and wheels and wire.  Jody
looked at it uneasily, her eyes large and pleading.  The room had
gone from feeling quite cold to seeming unbearably warm, and she
could feel a trickle of sweat run from her armpit down to be
absorbed in the cotton of her bra.
     The rope tied off, Ed went once more to the box and came back
with a huge and menacing pair of shears.  "Time to see if the gift
wrapping hides a first class gift or just a dud, babe, what do you
say?"  And he moved towards Jody with the tool.  "Show her how
sharp they are," suggested Nick, proffering a sheet of newspaper.
Ed slid the shears up the spine of the paper and without any
pressure the paper parted nearly.  "Now, you little cunt,"
cautioned Nick, "I would advise you not to squirm too much.  Ed has
been know to get a little shaky at the sight of a tit and I don't
want yours accidently cut off before I get my shot at them."
     Ed started at her shoulder and cut the jacket down to the
cuff, then reversed the procedure on the return up the seam of her
blouse.  Her blouse and jacket now hung from one shoulder, exposing
the creamy whiteness of her flesh, and the strap and frilly top of
her bra cup.  Jody hung her head in shame.  Ed quickly repeated his
performance on her right arm and the jacket fell away.  The blouse
rested against the curve of her right breast, caught on the
material of her bra.  Ed ran a finger down her cleavage until it
caught in the shredded blouse.  With one pull, it fell to her
waist.  A few savage cuts and it too fell away.
     Starting at the hem of her skirt Ed cut upwards.  Jody could
see that he had begun to shake with excitement as he exposed her
body.  On his upward thrust the shears brushed against her panties
and she jerked backwards in fear, though not very far.  Nick
laughed, "What're you trying to do, Ed, she's got enough holes for
us right now."  Jody knew -- in that moment -- that were it within
her power to kill them both, she would.  She doubted she would ever
get the chance.
     After removing her skirt, Ed quickly cut the crotch out of her
panty hose.  One leg of the sheer hosiery telescoped down to puddle
about her ankle; the other clung to her thigh, and seemed as sheer
devoid of support as it had before.  Jody felt a blush spread down
her neck and inflame the soft mounds of her breasts.  She was
clothed now in only her bra and panties.
     Drool continued to drip from her lips and Nick came forward to
run his hands along the tops of her breasts, mounded invitingly in
her bra, the constraining cotton of its material was tightened by
her suspended position.  Back and forth he stroked the slickery
wetness of her spittle, all of which slid eventually down between
her breasts.  "Gimme those shears," he said.  Quickly he cut the
center strap of her bra.  Her breasts seemed to burst forth from
their confinement.  The bra swung violently outwards and her
breasts jiggled provocatively for a few moments.  Her nipples were
small symmetrical pink buds, erect from the shock of cold air and
her fear.
     "Did you ever notice how only the young chicks have nice pink
nipples, Ed.  God, I love having a nice young toy to play with."
He ran his finger under her chin, coming up with a trail of saliva.
he dabbed it on the tip of her nose.
     Reaching downwards he slid one blade of the shear inside
Jody's panties.  She held her breath and involuntarily sucked in
her stomach.  The metal felt cool and hard against her pudendum.
"You look nice with a flat tummy, honey.  I guarantee we'll keep
your skinny figure.  Nick and Ed don't let any of their girls get
fat."
     Two quick cuts and Jody hung limply in her bonds before them,
naked.  The soft down of her pubic hair forming an inverted
triangle of light brown.  She sucked in her breath when Nick slid
a finger along the outer lips of her labia.  "Prime pussy, Jody,
you really are prime."
     Reaching up he surprised her by unbuckling her gag.  "No need
for you to be quiet now honey, in fact, I just love to hear healthy
young lungs at work."  She didn't need much imagination to figure
out what he meant.  The gag came out with a popping sound, and a
last giant gob of saliva fell out and ran down her body.  The
liquid became trapped in the thatch of her vaginal hair.
     "You ready for lesson one, Jody?"
     "Why are you doing this to me," she cried, her voice sounding
even more shrill and uncontrolled than she though it would.  Her
jaws ached from the gag, and her lips, unaccountably, felt parched
and dry.  "Why, Jody," said Ed pulling up a lawn chair in front of
her, "because we like to." And saying that, he pulled down his fly
and pulled out his already hardening penis.  He stroked it
absentmindedly.
     At the wall Nick pulled on the lever of the winch.  There was
a terrifying ratcheting sound and Jody felt the bar pull tightly at
her wrists.  A second pull and she couldn't hold off the pressure
by stretching her arms any longer. The rope was beginning to pull
her from the floor.  Another turn and her eyes rolled as her feet
slid inward until the stopped with a jerk at the end of the ropes.
Another pull and she was on tiptoes, a fire beginning at wrists,
shoulders, and inside her thighs.
     "Wait," she called panicked, "don't do this to me, please,
please, please."  Against her will, large glistening tears began to
spill from her eyes.  "Why not, Jody?" asked Nick, almost affably.
"The way you have me, you can r--r--rape me, I can't stop you."
     "Hmmm, that's true.  But you can't stop me from turning this
crank again either, can you?"
     "Please, it hurts so badly already, please don't.  I'll
s--suck you both, if that's what you want," she pleaded, trying to
think like a man with a helpless woman might.  Trying to think what
he might want.  "Please, please don't."
     "Of course you'll suck us, Jody," his tone that of a parent
entreating a truculent child.  "After you've experienced a few more
of the things we can do you, you'll do anything we want.  But right
now, you sweet little cunt, this is want I want to do."
     Jody know she couldn't sop the pain.  She looked at Nick, his
hand on the lever, and then Ed directly in front of her still
strolling his knobby penis, and she knew that should would suffer
endless and horrible agony.  And there was nothing she could do
about it, but scream and beg and plead... and hurt.
     Her attention shot back to Nick as she heard the terrible
sound of ratcheting again.  Her suffering seemed to shoot off the
scale as her feet left the floor.  A terrible moaning sound filled
the room, and Jody took long moments to realize that the sound was
coming from her lips.  Her hair was flattened against her forehead
and neck as sweat broke forth all over her body.  It ran in
rivulets from her armpits, leaving bright streaks along her ribcage
and flanks in the harsh light.  Her shoulders ached dreadfully and
the cuffs choreoid her wrists and ankles, even through the padding.
What more could they do to her?  She was already hanging suspended
by her wrists.  Surely they would stop now.
     Nick hit the crank once again.  Her harrowing ordeal was not
yet at an end.  She began to doubt that it ever would be.  The
ropes were quite taut now.  Her moans grew louder and her head
tossed to and fro.  It was the only movement she could make.  Large
tears dripped down her cheeks and snot began to drip from her nose
as her crying intensified.  Ed smiled beneath his mask and rubbed
his penis harder.
     If it were not for the ratcheting sound, Jody might not have
even been aware of what was causing her pain to increase.  On the
next crank she felt all sensation slip into the joints of her
shoulders and the straining muscles of her thighs.  her breasts lay
nearly flattened against her ribcage.  She was not even aware that
she had begun to scream.  Loud, tearing gasps of pain filled the
room.  Her shoulders twitched in spasmed suffering, but only the
flesh of her breasts and rear quivered with the motion.  Her head
fell down on her shoulders.
     Another turn and she could no longer scream.  Her body was
racked so cruelly that she could not draw breath.  It felt as if
she had received one of those stern smacks to her back that knock
the wind out of you.  She fought and fought for each breath, fought
in panic that she would not be able to draw any oxygen in, only to
have that breath explode out of her in a ragged scream.  She was
barely aware of Nick before her, pulling her head back with a yank
on her hair, his index finger rubbing back and forth across her
labia.  He pinched her lips cruelly, but she did not yet have the
breath to scream.  She soon did.
     She managed seven more horrible screams before she passed out.
"Christ, is she a strong girl," said Ed, cock still in hand.  "Yes,
we can make her last a good long time," replied Nick.  He went back
to the wall and eased off on the winch just the slightest bit.  Ed
fetched a bucket of water and threw it full in Jody's face.
     She opened her eyes to renewed pain, though it seemed somehow
less intense than before.  it was ironic, being in more pain than
she could have imagined just a few short hours ago, and yet being
grateful that it was not worse.  She raised her dripping head to
see Nick standing before her, a wicked looking three braided whip
in his hands.
     "Time for another new experience, kiddo.  Think of this whip
as, well, meat tenderizer.  We want to sample your meat, but we
don't want it too tough.  So we soften it up a little, see?"  Jody
hung silent, breath was too precious to waste in a reply that would
make no difference anyway.  Comparing her to a hank of meat, with
its frightening overtones of cannibalism rocked her with a new
level of anxiety.
     Nick hung the whip over her shoulder, its braids just lightly
touching her left shoulderblade.  The he dragged the whip gently
forward.  One by one the heavy braids slid from her shoulder down
across her breast.  She could feel the hard solidness of each braid
as it dragged across her chilled and hardened nipple.
     Nick swung the whip back and forth a few times.  Then,
standing off to her right he swung the whip in a vicious arc across
her breast.  Nothing could have prepared her for the stabbing
agony.  She screamed once, twice, three times.  Her head lolled as
she pulled her already strained muscles into new contortions.  But
there could be no escape.  Moving he next struck at her left
breast.  This time one of the braids caught her nipple.  She was
sure the tender flesh would be torn when she regained enough
control to look, but it wasn't.  Large reddened weals crisscrossed
her breasts, but there was no blood, no split skin.
     Next he brought the whip across her abdomen three times in
quick succession.  Her stomach muscles rippled in their fight to
shrink away from the hideous flogging, but this part of her body
also became striated with weals and welts.  Two cracks across her
thighs followed, one curling back to kiss her rear, the other
smashing against her pubic bone.  It dug deep into her pubic hair,
attacking the flesh stretched across her mons, making her flesh
feel as if had been cut with a razor.  Tears ran from her eyes, her
screams were a constant accompaniment to the sound of leather
against flesh.  Her salty tears mixed with sweat and ran through
her cleavage.  Sweat ran from every pore, bringing fresh hurt to
every welt.
     Nick moved behind and gave her five cuts to her back.  Twice
the whip curled around to strike at her already delicate breasts.
Then he worked over the cheeks of her rear.  Nick's enthusiasm was
unaffected by her anguished cries.  Apparently, he loved whipping
a young woman.  His strength seemed to increase as her gasps grew
louder and more miserable.  And he continued to work the whip back
and forth across the gentle swell of her ass.  Her flesh quivered,
in spite of how tautly she was stretched.  Welts sprang up in a
criss-cross pattern on her pale white skin.  Jody thought that she
must be bleeding by now, but she was underestimating Nick.  He had
a very clear conception of just how much abuse a woman's ass could
take.
     Jody lost count of the strokes, and of her own agonized
screams.  She weakly lifted her head, and through the ringlets of
her hair, which dripped with sweat before her eyes, she could see
Ed still seated in front of her.  His cold eyes were locked on her
sweating heaving body, and his hand was pumping his distended cock.
Incongruously, he wore a warm smile on his lips.  "You bastard,"
she groaned, barely able to recognize the horse voice that emerged
as her own.
     "Let's not be impolite, Jody," cam Nick's voice from behind.
His hand slid to her breast and he pinched her nipple between thumb
and finger, rolling it back and forth.  She felt the whip swishing
gently between her thighs.  "Can you guess where I'm going to whip
you next?" he asked conversationally.
     "No, No, please.  Oh god! Not there!  Please!  Please!!!"
     "Just remember one thing, sweetmeat -- no matter how bad it
hurts, Uncle Nick can always make it hurt lots more."  She heard
the swish of the whip, it seemed louder than ever and she screamed
in panic, "No!!  God NO!!!  Anything!!! I'll do any---
AAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
     The scream was torn from her lips.  She was not even conscious
of the spray of spittle that accompanied the roar.  She did not
see, as Ed did, how tiny droplets fell on his naked penis.  The
whip had swept upwards from behind.  One braided thong fell to
either side of her vulva, causing her labia to pulse outward in
shock, where the third braid just caught her right lip.  Her mons
throbbed with pain.  Jody's pleading had become completely
incoherent.  She could feel a breeze as the whip swished lightly
between her legs.
     A second cut fell along the inside of her right thigh, leave
three starburst welts, spreading up towards her waist, looking like
some obscene panty line.  "That's two times I missed, but don't
worry, babe, I got the range now..."
     "GOD!! NO!! NO!!! NO!!!!" she howled over and over again.
Nick drew back his arm and brought the whip forward in a vicious
undercut.  One braid again slid along each side of her vagina, but
this time, the third braid expertly split the tender lips, traveled
up the canal of her swollen labia so that the hard tip crashed
against her clitoris.  The braid hung tangled in the inverted vee
of her pubic hair, before coming loose with a "snikking" sound.
The pain in her abdomen was almost as bad as the pain in her
crotch, as her body instinctively tried to recede to a protective
fetal position.  Her abdominal muscles quivered in sculptured bas
relief for just a second.
     Incoherently she screamed, tossing her head back and forth,
spraying droplets from her ringing wet hair.  She gratefully felt
consciousness ebb.  The last sight she saw as her eyes shut was a
torrent of sperm bursting forth from the tip of Ed's straining
penis, running down his hands.  In an instant she was out.

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Daniel Mayost
Stanford University

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