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New chapters are regularly posted in alt.torture and alt.sadistic

WARNING!  This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains
Strong Sexual Content and Lame Attempts at Humor.
It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does
not in any way condone or encourage similar behavior even if it was safe
or conformed to the laws of physics. If you are under or over the age of
18 or reside in a state (or state of mind) that prohibits such 
behavior, stop reading this stuff immediately or you will never be
elected Speaker of the House!!!
Remember: DON’T DO THIS AT HOME!!!!!                      
copyright 1998 by M Quayle (a pseudonym)
All rights reserved. Do not repost or post without permission of author.

Late to Dinner
Chapter 19: School Spirit

“Believe it or not, before the advent of universal birth control and
affordably-priced surrogates, most women gave birth to their own
children,” Kathy stood at the front of the classroom.  “But now, in our
more enlightened age, we don’t have to risk ruining our figures just to
be mommies.”

“Very good, Kathy,” Mrs. Stephenson said approvingly.  “Does anyone have
any questions for our scholar?”

Gina raised her hand, “was universal birth control developed before or
after they perfected the longevity drugs everybody takes?”

“They were both part of the same medical breakthrough that cured the
last of the social diseases,” Kathy answered brightly, “which is why
both longevity drugs and vaccines are included in every birth control

“But weren’t there some side effects in the early days, like people’s
hair falling out and stuff?” Gina spread her legs to give Kathy a
“flash” of her heart-shaped pubes in hopes of breaking her train of

“That’s right,” Kathy licked her lips, took a deep breath and went on
with her speech assignment.  “But most were taken care of quickly and
aren’t a big problem today.

“Of course, not all of the side effects were bad.  Perpetual 
lubrication and increased sex drives and stamina, for example.”

“My great grandfather says it used to be against the law for kids to
have sex.  Is that true?” asked an incredulous teen in the back.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, they called girls like me ‘jail bait’ back
then.  They’d also arrest you for doing it with your family or someone
of the same sex or even for not taking no for an answer.”  Kathy
shuddered at the barbarism, “that’s why we call it ‘the Dark Ages’.”

“You mean you had to ask?”

“Uh huh, I know the idea of denying another person pleasure sounds
really sick, but they were really selfish with their bodies back --”

Kathy was cut short by the school intercom: she was needed in the
principal’s office.

Kathy excused herself, clicked down the hall in her black heels, and
stopped to check herself in the full-length mirror in the ladies room. 
She liked what she saw: classic Nordic blonde with thick straight hair
that covered her small, pert breasts.  Her black micro skirt was just
long enough to leave some mystery, but short enough to expose lanky
thighs that peaked over the top of sheer black nylons.  

Kathy discovered her beloved Christi bent over Principal Krok’s desk. 
Her skirt was pulled up to her waist and the muscular man was pumping
furiously into her backside.  Tears flowed from the brunette’s sparkling
blue eyes, but she smiled when Kathy came into view.

“Hi, Ka-Kathy,” Christi sobbed.  Kathy took her hand and held tight as
Principal Krok pushed even deeper into the restricted area.

“Oh,  Kathy, I didn’t see you come in,” the principal smiled.   He
withdrew from Christi, roughly shoved her to the floor then held her by
the hair as he frosted her tear-streaked face with a huge blast of white

Christi groveled at the principal’s feet.  “Thank you for using me,
Sir,” her tiny voice shook. “It’s a privilege to suffer for your

The principal sat down behind his desk and rested his heels on the
trembling girl’s back.

“Kathy, you’re a lucky girl to have a sweety like Christi here,” the
principal leaned back in his chair, struck a match and lit a cigarette. 
“Not everyone can go steady their school’s reigning Submissive Miss,
but, after all, you are captain of the girls sex team.”

“Thank you, Principal Krok.” Kathy stood politely with eyes lowered and
demurely raised her skirt with both hands.

Christi let out a pitiful moan when the principal casually dropped the
glowing match onto her bare back.  “Now, I’ve taken the liberty of
calling both your mothers to get their permission.”

“Permission for what?” Kathy watched the orange coal burrow into smooth
white skin.

“The state’s Secretary of Education and his Supervisor of  Masochistic
Instruction are coming tomorrow, so I’m giving them the school’s two
leading sex stars for the night.  Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

 “Ye-yes, sir,” Kathy stammered.  “Any-anything for the school, Sir,

“That’s the spirit, Kathy,” he smiled. “Now, you two girls take the rest
of today and tomorrow off so you can get ready.”

“Re-ready?” Christi trembled beneath the principal’s heel.

The principal flicked a cigarette ash onto the inquisitive girl then
ordered her to her feet. “I’m sending the boys sex team to entertain our
visitors’ wives.  That means the secretary and the supervisor will be
free to take you two to the most exclusive club in town!”

Kathy reacted with shock, “not Cassa de Dolcett?  No, I can’t.  I mean,
I’m a vegetarian!”

“No, no.  I’d never hear the end of it if you wound up on the menu. You
girls are going to dine at the Knife & Noose before you give our guests
a private show in the hotel dungeon.”

Kathy sighed with relief as the principal escorted the pair to the

“The Knife & Noose is super cool, Principal Krok. That’s where Mommy and
Daddy go on their anniversary,” she suddenly felt very sophisticated and
grown-up. “This will be fun!” 

Late for Dinner
Chapter 20: Mistress Christi

Christi lay on the porch swing with her head in Kathy’s lap.

“I just don’t understand you, sometimes, Chris,” Kathy stroked her
lover’s thick brown hair.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you know, with me you’re usually a real take charge kind of girl,
but with guys you’re this little torture mouse,” Kathy shook her head.
“What gives?”

“Can’t I have it both ways? It’s like,” Christi sighed, “girls are for
pleasure and guys are for pain, I gotta have both or I go insane.”

“That’s cute,” Kathy teased, “but how do you explain that little scene
the other night with Mrs. Potter?”

“I don’t know,” Christi sat up and pulled Kathy’s hair back into a tight
ponytail.  “There’s just something about a gorgeous woman with a 13-inch
strap-on and a riding crop, I guess.”

Christi tightened her grip on Kathy’s hair and instructed her to kneel
facing her inviting honey dome. “Now, start licking, Slave Kathy, and
keep licking until I tell you to stop,” she grinned a sinister grin, “or
no nylon necklace for you tonight.”

“Yes, Mistress Christi,” Kathy eagerly lapped the sweet pink mound.
“Anything you say, Mistress. Anything.”

Late for Dinner
Chapter 21: The Family Jewels

“My, my, aren’t we the little lady!” Mommy gushed as Kathy entered the
master bedroom.

“Do I look okay, Mommy, really?” Kathy asked tentatively. “This is my
first real grown-up date and I want everything to be perfect.”

Mommy drank in the vision: dazzling blonde hair that swept up and back,
then cascaded down in freshly curled ringlets; small-to-medium sized
breasts decorated with sparkling gold nipple rings linked by a simple,
dangling chain; a pale, freshly waxed mound outlined by a lacy black
garter belt; and coltish legs wrapped in luminous black nylon that rose
from shiny black mules with 5-inch heels.

“You look delicious! You’ll be the bell of the ball,” Mommy beamed, “or
should I say ‘dungeon’.”  

“Thanks,” Kathy fidgeted with her garters. “Mommy, can I borrow your

“No, Honey,” Mommy shook her head. “The choice of restraints is up to
the dominant.”

“Wow,” Kathy sighed, “this dating stuff sure has a lot of does and

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it,” Mommy gave her daughter a soft
kiss then opened the box on her dresser that held the family jewels and
took out an antique pearl stick pin. “This was my mother’s favorite,
Kathy. I’d like you to wear it tonight.”

“It’s lovely, Mommy, but I don’t have anywhere to put it,” Kathy looked
puzzled.  “I’m not wearing a top.”

“Oh, you don’t need a top for this little piece,” Mommy abruptly seized
Kathy’s left breast and plunged the thick pin through its milky white

“Mommy!,” Kathy swooned in shock.  “How could you?” She looked down at
the thin streams of blood that trickled from the pin’s entrance and exit
points.  “I’m bleeding,  Mommy, how could you?”

“That’s the mark of quality jewelry, Honey.  I wouldn’t let my daughter
go to the Hood & Noose wearing cheap costume stuff.” Mommy wiped the
tears from Kathy’s eyes, “now remember, just let the blood run down your

“Okay, Mommy,” Kathy smiled bravely.  “I guess I can suffer for

Late for Dinner
Chapter 22: Picture Perfect

“You’re incredible,” Kathy’s mouth dropped as Christi took off her coat.

“Oh, this,” Christi shucked.  “It’s just the outfit mom made me for the
Submissive Miss pageant.”

“No wonder you won,” Kathy admired her blue-eyed friend.  Christi’s
thick brown hair framed her high-cheekbones and dazzling smile with soft
cotton candy curls then cascaded over white shoulders and firm full
breasts.   An elegant floor-length electric blue gown began just below
her bosom, the split front made a thin inverted “V” that unveiled a bare
mounds pubis.  

But most striking were the sparkling silver stockings that rose from
blue 4-inch heels; the tops were attached by silver clamps to the girl’s

“Oh, Christi,” Kathy tenderly touched the taunt flesh garters, “doesn’t
it hurt to be stretched like that?”

“Exquisitely, Dah-ling,” she kissed Kathy on the cheek, “exquisitely. I
can’t wait to thank that little Masochism teacher boy for turning me
into the happy sex fiend I am today.”

“Yeah,” Kathy drooled, “and the Secretary of Education got famous
coaching champion sex-ed teams.  I’m sure we’ll find plenty to ... talk
.... about.” 

“Oh, hello Christi,” Mommy gushed as she entered the living room, “you
look divine.  But,” she looked around, “where’s Carol?”

“Mom went to pick up some film,” Christi hugged Mommy. “She said you’re
taking her to Junior League, I think that’s great.  She needs to get out

“Carol will be a wonderful addition to our stable,” Mommy fondled
Christi’s breasts.  “It’s not everyday that we get a celebrity whose
willing to give it all for charity.”

“She’s really cool,” Christi smiled and leaned into Mommy’s palm.  “Say,
where’s the rest of the family?  I think this is the longest I’ve ever
been here without Billy cumming on my face.  He does still love me,
doesn’t he?” she winked.

“Didn’t Kathy tell you?” Mommy was now holding Christi from behind and
cupping both of her breasts.  “Mr. and Mrs. Potter invited the kids for
a sleep over, although,” Mommy grinned wickedly, “I doubt they’ll get
much beauty rest.”

“Yeah,” Kathy smirked, “and I don’t think Billy has a clue about the
Potters’ hobby.  They may just open up ‘dear brother’ in ways he’s never
even dreamed of.”

Carol knocked on the front door and let herself in. “Sorry I’m late,”
she apologized. “I just wanted to get some snapshots of our little
princesses before they head off to ball.”

Mommy’s caresses had Christi’s nipples standing at full attention. 
“Wait just a minute, I want to add one final touch,” she released her
grip then asked Kathy to hold Christi’s arms behind her back while she
produced two lengths of narrow silver ribbon from her purse.

Christi squealed as Mommy pinched her nipples tight and tied each with a
festive bow.  “There, all done,” she smiled a satisfied smile, “now,
they’re picture perfect!”

Kathy lay on the couch, spread her long legs and fingered herself as
Carol’s camera clicked again and again. Not to be outdone, Christi eyed
Grand Dad’s dildo on it’s stand and posed provocatively over its giant

“Careful, Dear,” Mommy cautioned, “you’ll bruise your ovaries.”

“Cool!” Christi exclaimed. “A little squirt of lubricant and I’m there!”

“None of that, young lady,” Carol corrected.  “Your date may want to
bruise them himself.”

“Okay, Mother,” Christi patted the phallus’s chrome head. “Some other
time, Big Fella,” she sighed wistfully.

There was another knock at the door.  This time it was the driver of the
stretch limousine now parked in the driveway.

“Well, here we go!” Kathy kissed Mommy good-bye as the driver opened the
trunk and motioned for the ecstatic debutantes to climb inside.

“Wow, my first real date,” Kathy hugged Christi in anticipation as the
trunk lid closed above them.

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