~Subject: Auntie Dearest #10 nc................
~From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com (Richard Fischer)
~Date: 22 Oct 1995 12:08:30 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.
If you are under age or immature forget the following.
If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.
You have been warned!!!
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Auntie Dearest # 10
by Paladin
When the neither lips of Hillary were marked to Brenda's
satisfaction. She then set the girls to work on cleaning up and
moistening the hurt with their tiring tongues. Wendy was then
sent to do her time on the scratchy knot. No persuasion was
necessary. No pain resulted once the hemp lover was in its fuck
tube. Hillary despaired but Brenda ruled all so dissent was not
allowed. Dr. Chew tried to make himself scarce. Prolonged
exposure to this bitch goddess was definitely hazardous to his
sex organs....
Brenda seemed fascinated with the tattoo needle and its
operation. She looked over the various colored inks Dr. Chew
possessed. She held them up beside Dr. Chew's skin. He did not
like this. She discarded some as too sedate and settled on a
brilliant shade of red that she felt went with her hair.
"Come over here putz." She demanded, motioning with her right
index finger to the cowering man and patting his examining
table..
"NO! I do what you want I mark. I mark. I lose money I...." Dr.
Chew pleaded. He truly feared the goddesses desire of his
instruments and now his skin.
Brenda shrugged wearily and slowly walked over to the cringing
doctor shaking her head.
"Shit for brains. When I call, you come. I say shit you squat.
Now come're." She demanded of the shrinking man. She tangled her
left hand in his jet black hair and dragged him to the table. He
was powerless to resist.
The doctor was forced to sit on the examining table and ordered,
"Drop the trousers and shorts doc. I want to see if the slimy
yellow worm is still as small as I remember it. You give me
trouble, and I'll cut it off and sew it in your ear. Now drop um
... quick." Brenda demanded.
Dr. Chew cringing did as demanded. He was destroyed and in his own
office. Man was... well this bitch was in charge. <He should have
left the city last night. He should.... What she going to do?>
"Swing over and lay back doc. I think I got the hang of this but
we'll see wont we?" Brenda explained as she grasped his nuts,
trapping him to the table as long as she controlled these. She
balanced his pud on the back of her hand. She picked up the
needle.
She snapped the switch causing the device to buzz again. Then she
sank it into the smooth veined yellow flesh of Dr. Chew's pud.
To him it felt like she was cutting a line along the length of
it. Then she moved it down the other side. (Up one side down the
other. she repeated the process a couple of times.
"No...No... Please I no want..." Dr. Chew tried to dissuade the
experimenting novice with his poking needle. A dozen...no hundreds
of bee stings were felt over the Doctors fore skin. A red line
appeared at the needles tip. The faint yellow skin against bright
red brought pleasure to the female whose hand wielded the
instrument.
Brenda was right she could do it. She had a new skill. Her
artistic talent had a new outlet on a yellow canvas.
The doctor tried to force her hand away from his now marked dick
but she squeezed his nuts. She ordered,
"Get that paw out of my way putz. I'm interested to see the
effects I can make on this small pud. You screw it up by pushing
my hand and I'll cut it off and have it real still for my art
work. Hay yea I know." Brenda exclaimed.
The dicks grower could do nothing effective. He laid back and
gripped the table. He ground his teeth and hopped she would tire
soon. He could not stop her and he truly feared her wrath.
After an eternity she stopped to change inks and the doctor
tried to slid off the table and get out of the door.
It was futile. She rabbet punched him and by the time he regained
this world, he was tied spread out to the world on his examining
table again. May Ling was sucking his expanding member. He felt
some relief. Brenda had not cut it off. May Lings sucking soothed
him some what.
"Remember just get it up. You make him come and I take a tuck in
your lips." Brenda ordered. She had a length of rubber IV hose in
her large right hand.
May Ling pulled back and held up the yellow pud with two red
lines in her puckered lips.
"Goo...???"
"Probably as big as the little sucker gets." Brenda answered as
she rapped the hose around his now stiff pud. This trapped the
blood inside it. He was stiff till she decided to release him.
She tied a knot in the tubing that would have to be cut off If
she wanted it removed.
She screwed the new ink container into the tattoo pen and began
her design anew with a different color. She worked to the
pleading of the dick's owner till it got on her nerves. She
ordered over her shoulder,
"Stuff that annoying noise hole for him. He bothers me. Wimp you
keep this up and I'll take it off entirely. It would be easier to
work on then. You want that?" she asked.
Dr. Chew, considering the alternative she offered, vigorously
shook his head. She took up the scalpel and held it under the
organ in question.
He resumed the head shaking and tried to communicate his choice.
She looked devilish with the knarled hair and knife beside his
pride and joy.
"You'll quit the shit and be a man?" she inquired. "Or as much of
a man as you can be?"
Again he shook to signal his choice.
"ALL right but no more shaking and spoiling it. I want to impress
Karen with my art work. She will be so surprised." She said as
she went back to her 'art work'.
Dr. Chew's eyes watered and he did his best to keep from
displeasing the goddess. His dick ached from being stiff and the
thousands of pin pricks. He now had an appreciation of what the
patients he had done felt like. He did not like it one bit. If he
ever got free he would throw that thing away.
After a while she changed inks again and he looked down. He now
sprouted a yellow dick with two red lines and a spiral blue
design all around it.
She obscured his vision again and the pain returned.
When he saw it again he now had a pink spiral on the knob. He
objected vigorously but the blades return to the dick head
convinced him to settle down. Brenda started to work again with a
new color. She was interrupted.
"DING DING" Some one had entered the business door.
"You go see who it is and act natural. I'm Dr. .... Jones. I assist
Dr. Chew. We will handle anything. I'll get rid of putz here for
the moment." Brenda ordered. "Go on do it and act natural. We are
open for business remember."
The girls rushed to do her bidding. She turned to her victim and
took out his tagging implement. She pinched his ball sack and,
"BOOP"
Dr. Chew was now a tagged animal for the holding cages. Brenda
freeded him from the table and dragged him to a lower cage. She
then demanded,
"Not a peep out of you. I still could use those yellow nubbins
for a belt decoration. You understand?"
Dr. Chew nodded and frantically looked around his cage. He
observed that Hillary was doing her thing on the lover knot. The
other bitch was starring at the exhibition drooling. Probably
uncontiously she was rubbing her denuded slit in sinc with the
bulges movement up and down Hillary's belly.
He bent over and starred horrified at his 'decorated' organ and
tagged sack. He thought to remove the tubing trapping his dick
on permanent hard on mode. He could not get at the knot. It
would stay there till she let it go by cutting the tube. He hoped
it would all go away but then he heard footsteps approaching.
His eyes, at that instant, spyed and comprehended the tag
attached to his swollen balls. It said,
"Brenda's Monkey"
The boots on his tile floor informed him, without having to look
up, The bitch had returned. It was the second pair of man sized
boots that brought new terror into his heart. Who was this
coming??? He cringed as he looked up to see his fate.
"Butch this little yellow monkey here is my new pet but the girls
say he doesn't like girls too much. So I thought of you. A big
hunk like you can really turn him on. Look the little sissy has a
hard on at just the sight or you." Brenda explained to the hulking
bearded biker type lurking over the cages.
"Damn if he don't. Boy you a dick eater... What's the matter with
him? Cat got his tongue? ......Or was it you Bren' ?" Butch asked
with a knowing smile.
"Na! He is just shy. I been decorating his pud for him and he is
soo shy!" Brenda answered. "Just between us I'm not sure he likes
the new look. If he really doesn't like it... well I'll just take
it for my collection."
"Com're little monkey." Butch ordered opening Dr. Chew's cage and
reaching in to grab him by the balls. "Real small un inn't 'e?"
Butch drew back his left hand with Dr. Chew's balls. Dr. Chew
followed reluctantly, but very quickly.
"Boy I hope you are a good dick eater cause you ain't worth much
for dick. Was you're ma trying for a girl and only got half?"
Butch asked the cowering doctor captive whose balls were in his
left hand.
"Butch you better shut up. Us girls are the stronger sex and you
better believe it. Now I brought you here to see if you wanted to
play with my monkey. He ain't fully house broke and needs some
educated training." Brenda said.
"No offense little lady but you monkey sure is puny. With all
this shit here could we give him a shot of something and make the
little pud grow to man size?" Butch inquired.
"Hay you got a good thought there. Doc what you got that'll make
it grow a foot or so right away?" Brenda asked.
When his mouth was unstuffed he begged, "Please I do what you
want I give you... money... I giv..."
"If you won't help I experiment myself. Hold him Butch. Girls
keep those stick legs out of my way. I'll try this pretty blue
stuff first." Brenda ordered.
She filled a syringe with the blue stuff. Dr. Chew managed to get
out the warning,
"Poison! Please no poison."
"Well I don't believe you." She said poised with the syringe at
his dick head. "Besides serves you right for not helping."
"No No .... use collegin... back shelf..." he pleaded.
Reluctantly Brenda laid the syringe down and went to the storage
shelf. She got down the white milky fluid. It was a big jar and
seemed to be very viscous.
"This stuff looks icky doc. You sure it will increase our little
willie? No fibbing now!" Brenda asked, "The blue shit is prettier."
"Only stuff I have. It sit under skin and fill in ridges. It
stiffen and be hard. Stretch skin. It do what you want. Take
time though."
More to come...............