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Marina's Story
by Robin (robin2003@clara.co.uk)
***
A story of "O" style of tale with a difference. (MMF,
beast, v, reluc, bd, voy)
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Chapter One: Marina’s arrival
The car drew up alongside the curb and slowly ground to
a halt. The rain, which had been constant for the last
two hours, ran in rivulets down the windows and screen,
creating patterns of reflected light from the neon
signs that advertised the shops from which they hung.
Marina stared through the distortion the water caused.
She did not know this area of London. The back streets
always seemed to contain a brooding darkness that hid a
promise of malevolence, barely concealed below the wet
surface. She feigned indifference and sniffed, as if
she had no care In the world. But inside, she quivered,
her uncertainty boiled and gave her little respite.
Nerve ends jangled and her heart thudded in her breast
as if trying to hammer its way out from the prison of
her rib cage.
Trembling fingers undid the top three buttons of her
silk blouse. Marina wanted to flinch, she wanted to
draw away from the cool touch of the callused fingers,
but she knew to show any weakness now would be fatal.
Carefully, the questing fingers parted the open fabric
and exposed her left breast. The cold damp of the night
air woke the skin of her nipples, drawing blood to the
area and stiffened the raised bud of dark pink.
His fingers found the hardening nib and slowly
manipulated and squeezed until it became almost
painful. Marina wanted even more, to pull away, to
escape the attentions of his hand, to open the door and
run for her very life. Instead, she shifted to a more
comfortable position and continued to study the rain-
soaked pavements as if she had no feelings or interest
in his ministrations of her flesh.
The black glass that separated the driver from the
passengers slid noiselessly down. George, who had been
chauffeuring them around since early this afternoon,
turned and impassively looked at Marina. She felt a
wave of self consciousness. Countless times, she had
been bare breasted in public, but hat had always been
on a beach in the company of thousands of other sun
bathers where nudity was almost a necessity or a
requirement to be part of the club.
"We are here sir," George looked dispassionately at
Marina’s discomfort, then without another word or
visual emotion, he closed the sliding pane of oh so
black glass, leaving Marina, once again, in the company
of her partner who continued to inflame her tortured
nipple without pause.
Her husband, David spoke.
"Give me your hands." The command was delivered with a
gentle voice that compelled her to his will and left no
quarter. What if she disobeyed? What would be the
outcome? She complied without rancor and watched the
steel of the cuffs encircle her and snap locked.
"You will say nothing. Do you understand?" Marina
nodded, her uncertainty was making her teeth chatter
and she knew her voice would betray her nervousness if
she spoke. "Lift your ass." Marina braced her feet
against a ridge of the chassis. Her shoulders sank into
the soft leather of the seat back, she arched her back
and lifted her bottom so that only her shoulders and
feet were in contact with the car. He slid her woolen
skirt up over her thighs and hooked thumb into the
waist band of her panties.
A stiletto knife sliced through the delicate fabric, in
two touches of the blade, the garment was cut from her.
Marina’s sex was exposed, the mound of downy hair
concealed her inner lips. His hands raised her skirt so
that it was behind her back and a gentle, but insistent
push on her stomach brought her bare ass in contact
with the cooling leather of the seat. A small shock
rippled through her causing goose bumps to raise.
"I shall leave you now. When you are collected, you are
to follow who ever comes or you. Do not speak only
listen and obey each and every command. Marina, this is
your last chance to pull out of this. Once I have left,
there will be no going back and events will happen of
which you will have no control. Is it your wish to
continue, or we can drive away now."
Marina wanted to tell him it should stop, she wanted
him to take her back to the security of the hotel, back
to the comfort of laying in his arms, secure in the
knowledge of their love. But, she did not say any of
those things, she wanted just as much, to know the
thrill of the unknown and the unknown gave her a
delicious shiver which flared briefly in her loins. She
had been waiting for this day ever since they had
answered the advert in the Times Newspaper.
"Kiss me David." Her breathing rasped in her throat.
"Kiss me and then leave me, but remember, I love you
and only you."
"I know my heart, I know. And I know why you are here
at this time. I know why you are going through with
this and I thank you with all of my heart." David
kissed her lips. His tongue caressed her top lip and
then he was gone. Out into the cold and wet night. The
cool draught as the door opened and closed, renewed the
goose bumps again and a small sob of loss escaped her.
As soon as the door closed and thunked into place,
Marina felt the car begin to glide away from the curb.
Her bare ass felt the vibration of the powerful engine
through the seat. Not for the first time, Marina
wondered what the next two weeks held in store for her.
She was dimly aware of passing between tall wrought
iron gates. The crunch of gravel sounded loud. Tall
trees lined the drive, standing like sentinels and
shielded the car from the worst of the howling wind
that drove the rain to curtain sheets of seemingly
inpenetrable haze.
Eventually, she could see the lights from a monolithic
grey house that stood at the end of the sweeping drive.
Music drifted on the wind as well as the sound of
laughter and the unmistakable clink of glasses. Marina
thought that perhaps it was a ball that was happening,
or at least, a large party.
The car slowly passed the steps that led to the huge
front marbled portico. Lanterns blazed a welcome, but
it was not for Marina they shone, because the car
continued and then slewed left and down the side of the
building. The car stopped and George slid the glass
panel halfway down.
"Wait here please Miss. Someone will come and take you
inside."
She felt the car jounce as George got out. The sudden
pressure of air on her eardrums was almost painful as
his door thudded shut. Silence surrounded her like a
cloak. The wind had no effect and the music from the
house was lost, borne away from her and the solitude
she felt alone in the rapidly cooling car. Time passed,
it could have been a minute, it could have been an
hour, she didn’t know. The almost total darkness and
silence enveloped her in a shroud which precluded all
senses.
Then the door opened and a hand grasped her arm. Ginger
hairs of a bare forearm seemed to be disembodied. She
could not see the owner of the arm. "This way miss." A
bass voice, just as disembodied as the arm announced.
"Follow me."
Her arm released, Marina slid across the seat and
emerged into the stinging rain. A vague shape in front
of her moved toward the house and an open door. Warm
light flooded the gravel path but did little to
highlight her guide.
Warmth radiated from the door as she passed through it
into a corridor bereft of any adornments. Hospital
green painted walls lined a linoleum covered floor.
Single lamp bulbs hung down from the ceiling at regular
intervals with white shades that directed the lamplight
downward, forming pools of light on the floor. The door
closed behind her and Marina turned to see her guide
for the first time.
He was quite short, only about five foot five she
guessed. His bare arms hung listlessly from a black
leather jerkin cinched at the waist with a wide tan
coloured leather belt. A great mop of unruly ginger
hair framed a face that in no way could have been
called hansom. The most notable feature of his face was
a bulbous nose that had broken vessels under the skin
and gave a purple hue which contrasted his hair.
"I am Rene," he announced. "I shall be looking after
you while you stay with us." His voice seemed to come
from his diaphragm were it was so low. "Shortly, you
will be taken to your room where you will be bathed and
made ready. You are required to silence at all times.
Failure to comply with this will be dealt with harshly.
You will obey all commands. You will eat when told to,
sleep when you are told to and you will submit to the
Masters. These are the only rules, break anyone of them
and your punishment will be severe. Do you understand?
You may nod your agreement, but do not speak." Marina’s
nerves almost gave way then, but she nodded.
"While you are here, you will have no name. You may be
called any one of a hundred names, but your previous
name and life are behind you now. You have no identity.
Take off your clothes, more will be provided." He
released her hands from the wrist cuffs and stepped
back to watch her.
Marina hesitated for a fraction. Taking off her clothes
felt like she was removing armour just as she was going
into battle, it felt just as foolhardy. Not that the
cloth could protect her from anything other than the
cold, but nakedness in this corridor would leave her
vulnerable and exposed.
"We have many things in abundance in this place, but
patience is not one of them. When given an order, you
will and must comply without hesitation, failure will
result in the same punishment as for any other
transgression. Is that clear?"
Marina nodded again and quickly stripped her clothes
off. She tried to cover her nakedness from his
appraising look with her hands. He didn’t seem to mind
too much. Her clothes were taken from her and put into
a basket that she hadn’t seen. "This way."
Rene walked towards a door at the end of the sterile
corridor. A key was fished out of his pocket and the
door opened onto a white stone stairway which he began
to climb. He didn’t look back to see if she followed.
The stairs went up in a spiral to a landing that might
have been two floors up.
Marina could only guess this because there were no
doors or windows to mark her assent. At the top, a
single door that was also locked, opened out onto a
tiled courtyard with cloistered boarders. A fish pool
with a small fountain was the centre piece of a well
tended garden. Gravel paths were laid in concentric
patterns with low bedding plants in between.
Rene opened another door that revealed a small room.
Carpets and furnishings lent a warmth to the room which
was augmented by a log fire burning in a grate. A bed
covered with a colourful duvet over it. She was ushered
into the room, but didn’t have time to take in her
surroundings because Rene took her shoulders and told
her to kneel on the floor.
"This is to be your cell," he informed her as he
released his cock from behind a flap in his leather
pants. "You will not be allowed to lock this door and
you may not alter in any way, this room or the
furnishing. Take my cock in your mouth and suck me
off." He told her almost conversationally as if it were
an everyday occurrence.
Marina, naked and knelt on the floor didn’t feel she
could have resisted. Her mouth opened and accepted him,
her tongue began to work behind the fold of skin that
was all that was left of his foreskin. She preferred
men with circumcised dicks, it seemed cleaner. Soon
his flaccidity was replaced by engorged and hardened
flesh. His breathing became less steady and before she
had begun to get into a rhythm, He came in her mouth
with no thought for her satisfaction.
"You will be attended to. Remember, do not speak."
Then he left her, still kneeling on the floor as if
nothing had happened. Marina wiped away the cum from
her lips, spiting out what she could.
After she had cleaned herself up at the small washstand
in a corner of the room. Marina explored the cell.
There was very little to find. A drawer in a small
bedside table had a Gideon bible, but nothing else. The
wardrobe was completely empty except for a few hangers.
She fond soap and washing things in a small cabinet by
the washstand, but that was it. The room was devoid of
any other items.
Unsure of what to do, Marina laid on the bed and was
just drifting off into a light sleep when a soft knock
sounded on the door. Marina crossed the room and opened
the door to two tall women who’s arms carried clothing
and some coloured bottles that contained who knew what.
The two, almost identical women said nothing to Marina,
but beckoned for her to follow them.
She closed the door and ran to catch up with the
retreating backs. She was able to observe them and the
strange clothing they wore. Heavy brocade skirts
covered their legs, but the backs of the garments had
been cut away to expose their bare cheeks and calves. A
simple leather harness that started from a circlet
around their throats and then between breasts to a
ring. Straps lifted their pert tits and a strap was
clasped at the back, holding the whole thing together.
Their hair was pulled up off faces and was cinched by
another leather thong into a pony tail. Both of them
had dark brown hair, that, if released would have been
to mid-shoulder length. Their feet were bare and
neither of them wore panties.
They led Marina to a door on the opposite of the square
courtyard. Open, she could see a huge sunken bath, full
of water that steamed gently and infused the air with a
fragrance that she could not place. Marina was led to
the bath side. Still nothing had been said,
instructions given had been by gestures or pushes. The
two women pulled their skirts open. They had been held
only with Velcro. The leather harnesses came off
leaving the two as naked as Marina. She was guided into
the sunken bath and the two followed her.
She was made to kneel so that the deliciously warm
water came to her breasts. Her hair was dampened with
water cupped in hands. Then a fragrant shampoo was
massaged into her scalp and hair after which they two
women rinsed her blond hair with cupped handfuls of
water.
They gentle grasped her elbows when they were satisfied
with her hair and lifted her to a standing position.
Scented oil was massaged over her shoulders. This was
from the coloured bottles the two had carried. They
massaged the oil all over her body, spending time to
rub it into her breasts and stomach area. Then they
washed her from top to bottom, spreading her legs so
they could wash and clean her most intimate parts.
A finger gentle opened her private lips and made sure
that the scented water cleaned her from the inside.
Then another finger was gently, but insistently,
inserted into her anus and the cleaning was made
thorough. The attention that she was being subjected to
had Marina panting and trembling. Their expert hands
were giving her a working over that threatened to bring
her to a climax. Marina had always been curious about
same gender sex and if this was anything to go by, she
had missed a wonderful experience.
The bath over, the girls guided her out of the bath
where they pat dried her, beginning with her hair, then
her body. Another bottle was unstopped and another oil
poured into the hands of the two women. Marina
identified the fragrance of jasmine as it too, was
massaged into her skin. Once she had been liberally
massaged, the two girls led Marina to a low bench where
she was made to sit. One of the girls put a finger to
her lips to show Marina that she was not to speak, then
whispered in her ear.
"I am Grace and she is Olivia. We will get you ready
for the Masters. We will make your face up and attend
to any of your needs. But, first, we are going to fuck
you."
Both pairs of hands explored her body. Her breasts and
sex were invaded and abused. Her anus was invaded
again, but instead of the insertion just entering her,
a whole finger spread her delicate sphincter and began
to rhythmically pump her orgasm to explosion. They
kissed her. Mouths exploring mouths lips exploring lips
and a sudden nip of teeth on her clit left her
breathless and quivering, panting for more and on the
verge of a second shuddering orgasm.
An hour later, Marina was led back to her cell and left
to herself. While she had been away, a light lunch of
cold meat and a marinated salad had been left for her.
A glass of white wine accompanied the meal which she
ate with an appetite that she had been unaware of until
she started eating.
Soon after, Rene returned. He inspected the harness
that Grace and Olivia had put on her and seemed
satisfied with the fit and the way it separated her
breasts and parted the lips of her sex. The skirt they
had provided was of the same heavy brocade and
scratched a little. He touched her body, running his
hands over her smooth skin, over her breasts, causing
her nipples to spring into readiness. Over the smooth
skin of her backside. His appreciative looks told her
she was quite acceptable.
"You are ready," he informed her. "The masters are
waiting for your appearance, best we don’t keep them
waiting too long." He turned and opened the door, but
turned back with his hand on the door knob. "Is there
anything you want to ask? You may speak."
"What is to happen to me Rene? Is there anything I
should expect?"
"What happens to you is yet to be decided and really
depends on your reactions. As for what to expect, best
you not worry about that, just be prepared for
anything. Your submission will be complete. You have no
rights now until we release you back to your Husband."
His eyes softened and his look seemed almost
sympathetic. "Marina, you are to be subjected to some
of the most debasing things. Each event is to be borne
with silence. If you even whimper, you will be
mercilessly whipped. Some of our guests have very vivid
imaginations and I could not even begin to guess their
intent. Just remember, they will not harm you in any
permanent way."
He turned back to the door and led Marina across the
square towards her immediate future that would change
her for life.
Chapter Two takes Marina into the depths and highs of
total Submission.
Chapter Two: Rene
Rene gestured for Marina to follow him. He held the
door open after himself so that she could walk through.
They crossed the courtyard to the cloister facing.
Marina could see three painted white doors, all of
which were shut. Rene led her to the right hand door,
gestured for her to stand and wait, then knocked once.
The door was opened after a short while, Marina
couldn’t see the person inside, it was dark on the
other side of the door and the opener had stepped back
into the shadow.
Apprehension flooded her. The doorway looked like a
dark hole to oblivion. Nothing of sound or vision came
out of the open door and Marina had a feeling that, if
she walked over the threshold, she would be swallowed,
never to emerge again. Her hesitancy must have showed
because Rene grabbed her arm in a tight grip and
roughly pulled her into the darkened room.
What little light there was coming from the still open
door, showed a large room. Several large cushions of
some heavy and dark material had been thrown around the
outer edges, leaving a space in the middle of the room.
This area had a leather-covered stool and five large
steel rings set into the floor, which was tiled.
Rene dragged her by her arm into the centre of the
room, she could hear that there were some other people
with them, but the shadows hid them from her eyes,
which had not yet adjusted to the darkness.
"Bind her." A disembodied voice ordered.
Rene attached a leather bracelet to each of her ankles.
A short chain attached it to one of the rings in the
floor. The leather cushioned stool was put in front of
her and Rene pushed her down so that she laid belly
down on the stool. The coldness of the leather made her
start and a small gasp escaped her lips. Two more
bracelets were buckled to her wrists, the chain that
secured them to the floor was pulled tight and locked
off with a padlock. She was spread eagled over the
stool. Legs and arms secured by the tight chains and
her arse in the air.
"Thank you Rene, you may go now." The disembodied voice
told him.
Marina was on the verge of panic; her only contact was
to be leaving her to whatever the fates decreed. The
door closed behind him with a soft click. She felt so
vulnerable, and almost screamed for Rene to come back.
With no warning, fingers caressed her back, tracing the
straps of the harness where it bit into her shoulder
and followed the contours of her spine. She shivered at
the touch. The heave brocade skirt was lifted off of
her arse, exposing the firm, milky white flesh to
anyone who wanted to see.
"Apply the gag." The voice ordered from the back of the
room.
"Open your mouth." A woman whispered into her ear. "Do
it now."
Marina opened her mouth and squeezed her eyes tight
shut. Something like a rubber ball was put between her
parted lips and was secured by some sort of strap that
went around her head. The gag forced her teeth apart
and affectively stopped any chance of her making any
protest at the treatment.
"That is good. Leave us now". The owner of the
commanding voice was still in shadow. It was becoming
harder for Marina to keep her head up; the muscles of
her neck were beginning to cramp from trying to hold
her head in this unnatural position.
Her imagination was running riot. A visual picture of
what she looked like with her arse in the air, exposed
to the view of who knew who was in the room. She was
feeling a mixture of emotions simultaneously,
Vulnerability, fear of the unexpected, shame at her
wantonness, excitement at the adventure she was to
endure, pride that she should be so trusted by her
husband David and love for him.
A slight worry also imposed a need for thought, what if
she was not up to the task? What if she hated training
that she was there for? What if she lost herself in it?
Her normal calm demeanour was rattled and the fear of
the unexpected was the most prevalent and strongest
thought.
She lost track of time, it seemed like she had been
left there half naked, for hours, although it was
probably only minutes. No sound gave her any clue who
or how many people were in the room, or if there was
anyone in there with her. Curiosity and the lack of
action were just getting the better of her.
She was about to lift her head to look around to take
in the surroundings when a raking sharp sting across
her naked shoulders shocked her into a n involuntary
gasp. It had come with no warning, a swish of the whip
warned of the next blow which felt like it had taken
skin off her bare buttocks.
"Just in case you were getting bored". A voice
whispered into her ear. "Now you will begin the
training you have been brought here for. Let him
loose."
Marina wanted to cry from the sudden sting of the whip
and also from the shock of her being beaten. Suddenly,
something cold and wet touched the bud of her anus. She
could not guess at what it was, but again, an
involuntary gasp escaped her lips. The cold and wet
something was starting to lick in languid strokes,
separating her cheeks to get at the most intimate
centre of her desires.
"Do you like this?" His voice whispered close to her.
"Jasper is our star, he has fucked more women than I
have and I lost count many years ago. Open up to him,
let him invade your beautiful body. I command it."
The gag prevented Marina from answering, but even if
she had not the gag, voicing anything intelligible
would have been hard because what ever was questing at
her womanhood was hitting the right places. A wave of
pleasure was building up from her stomach. Fires of
desire were being stoked from the attention her cunt
was getting. It must be a tongue she thought, but what
a tongue! It travelled from her clit, over her labia
and straight up to her puckered arse.
She started to pant from the exertion of trying to keep
her head up and suffer the ministrations of this
glorious tongue. The combination of knowing she was
being watched and the deliciously intense climax were
bringing her to a swift orgasm that she could no more
control than she could talk. It took so little time.
Her body wracked to the hilt and her cum flooded from
her in a projected stream like piss. With no control,
she cried out around the gag as her fluids covered the
floor between her knees.
"You enjoyed that didn’t you?" The unidentified voice
asked needlessly. Marina nodded her agreement. "Would
you like more?" Again, she nodded her agreement and
prepared for another tonguing like the last, but it
didn’t come. Suddenly, a weight was placed on her back.
It felt hairy and the legs that landed either side of
her waist confirmed that the owner of the tongue was
not human. Oh fucking hell! She thought, I am being
given to an animal and I fucking well enjoyed it.
Any further thoughts though were quickly driven from
her mind when her cunt was suddenly filled with
something so big, she wondered if she had been split.
The dog’s cock had entered her vagina and was pushing
the walls wider than she had ever been before. It had
to be a dog she thought. Oh God! What are these sick
bastards going to have me do? But, even these thought
left her as its cock rammed into her and pushed against
her cervix.
Fucking hell, how big is this fucking dog, I can’t take
anymore of him, she was wrong. With a huge lunge, the
dog’s cock travelled completely into her cunt, nosed
open her cervix and entered her womb. Once there, the
dog fucked her so hard, never leaving the neck of her
womb, just screwing her into the leather kneeling
cushion and forcing its huge cock far into her. A rapid
rhythm soon had her struggling to breath. Soon had her
gushing her own cum and fast got her to the point where
she would pass out from the sheer pleasure her nervous
synapses were relaying to her brain.
The dogs knot began to grow. Marina had got to the
point of crying unashamedly, but the dog still had not
finished with her. His knot felt like it would open her
cunt wide enough to allow a Car to drive straight in
without touching the sides. She became aware of the
immense size of the base of his cock and that he was
firmly stuck inside her. Her vaginal muscles had
relaxed to accommodate the knot, but her labia could
not release enough to allow the dog to escape her.
Suddenly, she knew he had reached his orgasm.
White-hot canine sperm flooded her womb. Not one drop
could leak out where he was so tightly stuck inside
her. The dog tried to pull out of her and it felt like
her insides would come out with him. She was dragged,
by her cunt, off the leather support and onto the
floor. The dog squealed in pain, but stayed still and
waited for his erection to diminish. Marina could not
think of anything less dignified than her current
position and shame of her readiness to fuck a dog in
front of complete strangers almost made her cry.
A few minutes past until the dog was able to get away
from her. But, instead of leaving her to the floor, he
nosed between her legs and cleaned her off. Marina
whimpered, in pain and shame. She could still not see
very well in the darkened room, but was aware of
several men sitting around the edges of the room on
settees. Drinks in glasses on low tables were the only
other things she could see.
"That was good wasn’t it Marina? Jasper can really do
the job and that tongue of his will bring you off every
time. You may rest now, but be ready for your orders.
Rene will take you back to your quarters." The
whisperer had been beside her all through the ordeal,
but had stayed quiet.
Marina could only nod her agreement and make a grunting
noise, which turned into a squeal of shock as the whip
lashed her bare arse. She hadn’t even heard the swish
only the white hot heat of leather on skin, her skin.
Another lash took her across the shoulder blades, then
yet another set fire to her lower back.
Rene grasped her arm a few moments later and assisted
her. Marina’s knees almost gave way where they shook so
much from the exertions of supporting her. Back and
neck were worse though; it was as much as she could do
to remain upright and walk across the room to the door
and bright light of the courtyard on the other side.
Rene opened her door and shoved her inside following
after.
"You have done well this day Marina. See that you do
the same when you are called again." The skirt was
undone from behind and allowed to fall on the floor.
The harness too, was undone and joined the skirt on the
floor.
Rene took her wrists in his large hands and tied them
with a thin binding that felt like it was cutting into
her and cutting off the flow of blood. Rene pulled her
toward a ring set into the wall and passed the thong
through it fastening her to the ring. She was sat on a
stool with her arms held above her. Rene took the gag
from her mouth and asked her in a harsh voice.
"Did you like that dog’s cock inside you? Did it feel
nice? You may speak."
"Yes, it was wonderful," Marina answered in a flat
voice, not wanting to give too much away.
"How much did you enjoy it?" Rene asked her, his voice
gruff and without waiting for an answer, he brought the
whip sharply around and lightly smacked her shoulders.
He pulled out his thick cock from his trousers and
grabbed her head, shoving it into her mouth. I will ask
again, How much did you enjoy it?"
"Marina gasped as the whip smarted on her shoulder
again and almost gagged on her tormentor's dick as it
threatened to choke her.
"Oh!!" Was all she could manage around his cock.
"How much". And her whipped her again, but harder this
time.
Marina swallowed him, sticking out her tongue so that
she could get all of him in and down her gullet. She
fucked his cock with her mouth, feeling him expand and
twitch while keeping time with the whip. Suddenly, his
cock exploded in her throat, cum trickled down which
she had to swallow or throw up. Rene made sure she had
received all of his seed before pulling out of her
mouth.
"Tomorrow will be even better Marina. Be prepared and
do a good job of it."
"I shall do my best Master if it pleases you."
Rene left her after untying her wrists. Marina showered
and fell gratefully into bed and slept as she had never
done before, still with the taste of Rene in her mouth
and on her breath.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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