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Your comments and plot ideas always welcome.  New chapters are posted
regularly to alt.torture, alt.sadistic,, and  You can also find complete story in the archive at  (December
1998 file).           

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 ever be
visited by Santa again!!!
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 for Dinner
Chapter 33:  The 19th Hole

“I can’t wait to get this thing off me!” Kathy tugged at the bright
orange chastity belt.  “I can’t believe I’ve been locked in it since

Mommy patted Kathy’s stocking-covered knee.  “Just be patient,
Sweetheart,” she idly thumbed through a six month old copy of Ladies
Home Dungeon, “I’m sure we won’t have to wait long.” 

But Kathy couldn’t sit still.  She hated waiting rooms, she hated old
magazines, and the pain killer the doctor had given her before inserting
the butt plug had long since worn off.  “This thing’s killing me,” the
blonde girl shifted from one cheek to another as the bulbous rubber
stopper pulsed inside her poop shoot.

Christi looked up from her copy of SubMISSive Bride, “here, this will
take your mind off your bottom,” she pointed to a photo spread of twin
girls bound for matrimony. “Look, matching hers-and-hers wedding gowns
with linking clit chains, isn’t that neat!”

“I don’t care,” Kathy pouted. “If the doctor doesn’t get me out of this
thing soon, I’m not going to give him a blow job or anything!”

“That’s enough,” Mommy corrected, “a lady never says 'no'.” She stroked
her daughter’s budding breasts, “I think you’ll be singing a different
tune when he takes out that nasty old plug.”

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Kathy snuggled against the older woman’s shoulder,
“it’s just that it hurts and I’m so hungry.  I haven’t had anything
except soda and semen since Saturday.”

“You had me three times last night,” Christi teased, “but I guess
she-food is pretty low-calorie fare.”

“Oh, yeah, and I’m really horny, too,” Kathy whined and kicked her feet.

“Well,” Mommy kissed her daughter sweetly. “I’m sure we can take care of
that little problem, if the doctor doesn’t satisfy you first.”

“One guy satisfy me?” Kathy’s mood brightened, “just whose daughter do
you think I am?”

The nurse opened the inner-office door, “Kathy, the doctor will see you

“It’s about time,” Kathy followed the white-clad woman down the hall to
the examination room and hopped up on the table.  

“Well, hello, Pool Shark.” The doctor smiled, zipped his pants and said
good-bye to his last patient -- a pretty lady whose face he had
decorated with a fashionable swath of frothy white sperm.  “And how are
you doing today?”

“Not as good as you’ll be once you get this thing off me.” Kathy gave
him her best come-hither look. “I’ll be happy to thank you any way I
can,” she cooed, “and my Mommy and my fiancee are here, too, if I need

“Well,” the doctor unlocked the chastity belt and slipped it from around
Kathy’s slender, inviting waist. “I thought you might want to join some
friends of mine for a few rounds of miniature golf.”

“Hey, wait a minute,” Kathy protested.  “I got locked in that thing
because a bunch of guys used me for a pool table, now you want me to be
a putting green?”  She winced as he pulled out the catheter then turned
around so he could remove the painful plug.

“Well, the balls are a lot smaller and they don’t traveling nearly as
fast,” the doctor popped the plug then spread her nether lips for a
latex-gloved inspection, “but considering what you’ve been through you’d
probably have more fun being the 19th hole, you know, in the clubhouse.”

“Oh, yeah,” Kathy smiled, “I’d really like that.” She squeezed his
probing fingers with her well-toned vaginal muscles. “And I really like
like like like your bed side side side manner,” she stammered as the
trained medical professional released her pent-up tension and
transformed her into a puddle of pleasure on the examining room table.

“Then let’s get your mother and your girlfriend and head for the club,”
the doctor helped the pleasantly pacified girl to her feet.

“One thing, doctor,” Kathy paused, “my girlfriend, Christi, was really
disappointed when she didn’t get to play pool the other night.  Do you
think she could,” she fondled his crotch, “you know, play a few rounds?”

“No trouble at all,” the doctor puffed up from the pretty blonde’s
attention, “after all, I own the course.”

Kathy clapped her hands and kissed the handsome man on the cheek.  “Oh,
thank you doctor, but,” she smiled a naughty smile, “I better warn you,
she may not want to give the guys their balls back.”

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