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Subject: {ASSM} Bard Rock
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Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2016 02:10:02 -0500
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Bard Rock
 
    The slapping of my  windshield wipers lulling me into a mindless trance 
as I looked from my vantage  in the parking lot of Bard Rock at the blowing 
flakes of snow as they settled on  the waters of the river.
    Peaceful and  tranquil the heater in my car adding to the feeling of 
well being as I listen to  a Queen CD.  My jacket open and my rearview mirror 
tipped so I could see  cars coming down the hill from the estate above.  A 
bottle of double Black  Johnny Walker behind my seat and a plastic cup half 
full of the amber liquid  swishing around as my hand moves to the beat of the 
music.  Singing softly  and giggling as I hear the sound of my voice and 
that thankfully my singing is  in the confines of my vehicle.
    Not trying to get  drunk, just relaxing before going home and having a 
nice healthy drink of my  scotch.  Pressing the button to roll down the 
window and feeling the cool  air blow into the warm interior.  Soft kisses of 
snowdrops touching my left  cheek and neck.
    The cloying smell  filling my nostrils as a hand moves a rag over my 
face, blinding me of the snow  and muffling my protests and my legs kicking 
out as my body tries to pull away  from the hand holding my head and the 
sickening cloth.  Arms flailing for a  few moments and my body going limp a 
moment before my mind clicks to an  unconscious state.
    Not aware as the  door is opened and my body is held upright as a hand 
turns off the igniton and  rolls up the window.
    The snow muffling  all the outdoor sounds; but for the sounds of a 
train riding the rails along the  opposite side of the river.  Not feeling my 
body being taken from the  driver's seat of my Navigator and placed in the 
seat behind, or the engine  starting and the SUV driving up the hill and out 
into traffic and then back onto  the property past the Coach House Entrance 
and stopping at a parking spot at the  Rose Garden of the Vanderbilt Estate.
    A pinprick of a  needle into the muscle of my shoulder as the collar of 
my jacket and blouse are  pulled back; but not felt as I sit upright and 
not moving like a waxen  figure in a museum.  The ampoule broken under my nose 
and my body twitching  as my mind and body comes awake.  
    Groggy now as I  hear a voice telling me to stand up.  Getting out of 
the car with help and  standing and then being led as I hear a car door slam. 
 Seeing a dim form  guiding me, and realizing that my knit ski hat is 
pulled down over my eyes and  that my whole body is shivering from the cold as I 
am lead along a path and then  guided down stairs and along another path 
with another set of stairs.  Not  really counting or trying to remember the 
route, just that I was guided so as  not to fall.
    Finally we stop and  I can feel the snow on my skin as we stand still.  
The wet melting on my  shoulders and arm and back and legs.  The 
realization that the snow is  touching me directly.  My mind trying to figure out this 
 mystery
    The drugged state  of my mind not comprehending as I am lead to a brick 
enclosed area and meekly  stand as the knit cap it taken from my head and 
self sticking eyes patches are  placed over each eye.  Unresisting as I feel 
the hand on my back and the  release of the bra clasp.  My breasts free of 
the small cups and then  feeling as my panties are rolled down off of my hips 
and down my legs.  My  knee his also rolled down as I am seated on a cold 
granite bench and hose and  panties lifted from around my ankles. 
    My matching panties  wadded up and placed in my mouth and then my bra 
used to tie them in  place.  One thigh high wrapping my wrists and the other 
my ankles as I  submit meekly to the bondage.  The drug making me totally 
docile and  uncaring as I sit shivering on the granite seat and nod my head as 
a voice tells  me to sit here till he comes back.  Yes.  It is a male voice 
I  think.
    I can feel the cold  granite on the backs of my thighs and ass cheeks 
and my labia as I shift on the  bench.  My nipples hard from the cold and 
aching as they thrust proudly  from my chest.
    My mind drifting  aimlessly, not a thought as I sit where I was told 
and hear finally sound.   My mouth dry and tasting of my panties as I takes 
breaths of cold air through my  nostrils.
    Checking my hands  and then undoing my ankles and having me stand and 
leading me out of the small  brick alcove.  Not walking far and stopping.  
Hearing movement near  and then feeling my wrists lifted above me and secured 
to the top of a trellis  with my other knee high.
    My fee now cold as  my flats are taken from my feet and I stand on 
flat; but cold and damp paving  stones that mark the paths of the Rose Garden.
    Warm breath  tickling my neck and air as my hair is pulled back in a 
rough ponytail with a  rubber band and a voice whispers into my ear.
    The warm breath  again, as I feel hands cupping my breasts and 
squeezing them as fingers roll the  hard nipples.  My eyes closing under the eye 
patches as I feel the fingers  become more insistent and kneading harder at the 
soft  flesh.
    Then my bra untied  from my mouth and panties pulled in a soggy ball 
and dropped striking my bare  foot and then the ground.  A thick piece of 
rawhide or leather knotted in  the middle tied around my head with the knot in 
my mouth.  Not keeping me  from making sounds, just from making any loud 
sounds.
    Tears in my eyes,  but I don't know why as I stand dumbly, shifting my 
feet from the cold as I feel  the snow drops again touching my skin and 
chilling my  body.
    A pin prick in my  shoulder again and slowly my senses return to me and 
I  feel something  around my ankles as I shift.  not holding them together; 
but not allowing  me to lift one or the other without putting me off 
balance.
    As my drugged state  retreats the darkness and cold nakedness and 
bondage feeding my mind with all  sort of possibilities and in this situation 
none are good, just some worse then  others.  
    My tongue trapped  by the knot in the leather as I try to talk and then 
scream.  All the  escapes is my drool and some sounds that are not very 
loud.  I imagine that  it might be twilight now.  Through my fogged mind I know 
where I am trying  to imagine the Rose Garden in my mind.
    Standing helpless  as I wait and then feeling the pinpricks and the 
savagery of the tearing of my  flesh from a blow.  A series of blows raining 
down on my helplessly naked  and exposed body.  The cold puckering my skin and 
the strokes biting and  raking my flesh.  Not feeling any deep wounds, just 
a series of blood  letting strokes, as I have finally figured out the 
instrument.  As a rose  bush is used as a crop on my body.  The thorns piercing 
the skin, biting in  and then dragged pulled free and scratching the skin.  
Furrows of skin  abraded and dimples of red droplets welling out punctures 
and  lacerations.
    My legs dancing to  escape each of these harsh strokes and the only 
relief being when the man must  be cutting or getting another branch to use.  
Warm blood flowing over the  cold flesh of my body
    How long this  scourging lasted I have no idea as it seemed an 
eternity.  No parts bleow  my neck was spared the bit of the rose branch.  Even my 
private parts  burning with the punctures and rivelets of blood skin.
    My moans loud in my  ears and grunts of pain and groans as my body 
tenses and winces and writhes to  escape the lash.  The worse blows those biting 
into and digging at my hard  tipped nipples.  My labia also selected for 
intense attention; but I don't  think any part was spared as I hang limply and 
just jerk sometimes to the rain  of blows.
    The cold numbing me  as I dangle and feel my arms let down from the 
trellis and I fall on my hands  and knees, gasping for breaths, all of my body 
in pain and  bleeding.
    Then feeling   my hips grabbed hard and legs pushed apart as I am the 
man's hard cock enters me  from behind.  Shaking my head as the cock fills my 
cunt and slips easily  into my tunnel.  Realizing that my insides are lubed 
and ready and that I  have repsonded to the abuse and excited by it as he 
fucks into my cunt long and  hard and then I can feel him jerking behind me, 
his pubes pressing against my  ass cheeks as he spurts his seed into my body 
and I can feel my cunt actually  clenching on his cock, milking it.  Not to 
make him cum and leave me alone;  but milking it as I would as I work for 
my orgasm.
    Whimpering in pain  and pleasure and need as he pulls free of my cunt.  
And then still on all  fours shaking my head in frustration and humiliation 
as I feel a growl and then  the weight  pressing on my back and then the 
rough grip of paws grasping my  waist as a long slimey cock fills my cunt with 
a single thrust and I can feel  the furry body as the dog takes me as his 
bitch.
    The long cock  filling my slick pussy, trying to crawl away as he 
pounds my cunt with a  jackhammer speed, my lacerated cunts lips bruising with 
the thrust of the dog  bone into my cunt and finally collapsing as the dog 
gives a few more strokes as  he pushes the knot against my cunt lips and seeds 
me as his bitch.  Luckily  the dog did not knot my cunt and pulled away and 
I don't know where he went as I  lay fucked and seeded and beaten.
    I can feel the thin  dog cum and the thicker man cum leaking from my 
sloppy cunt lips as I lay,  breasts crushed beneath me nipples aching for I 
know not  what.
    Barely aware of the  pinprick in my shoulder again as my mind clouds 
over and I feel myself lifted up  and walk stiff legged with the guidance of 
the man.
    Not sure how he  managed to walk me out of the Garden with no one 
seeing.  Just following  his lead as he pushes me into the back seat of my car 
and we ride again.   Falling into a nightmare filled doze and waking in the 
front seat of my  vehicle.
    My body screaming  with pain as I can feel the bruises and cuts and 
pricks of the beating and my  cunt lips swollen and sore and soggy with a 
wetness between my legs.   Sitting naked and bloody my clothing in a bundle on 
the floor of the passenger  side in front.  
    The keys in the  ignition and the engine running, the Queen CD playing 
softly as I reach for the  plastic cup on the dashboard.  Sniffing it and 
then drinking down the whole  glass of scotch.  Feeling it burning and warming 
my insides as I cough and  gasp with tears rolling down my cheeks as I lay 
my head on the steering  wheel.
    A newspaper on the  seat beside me from Kansas, telling of the series 
of women that have been  drugged and beaten and raped and then left with 
nightmarish stories told of the  ordeals.
    Moans of pain as I  shift the car into reverse and drive back up the 
road from Bard Rock and out the  exit of the park and the short distance to my 
home.
    My security lights  turning on as I pull into the driveway and not 
caring as I grab my bottle of  scotch and my purse and car keys and bolt for my 
back door and the safety of my  home.  Not caring who might have seen me 
naked.
    Fumbling for my  house keys and finding the Polaroids of me hanging 
naked on the trellis, the  marks of the thorns crossing my body and a shot of 
the huge dog humped over my  back and fucking me like a bitch.  
    A note on the  bottom of one telling me to check my phone pics and 
seeing the pictures and  videos of my abasement and rape by a man and a  
dog.........
    
    
 
    
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