From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Dec 30 14:20:46 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MARION 1a/6
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 30 Dec 1996 19:20:46 GMT

Marion stood straight and took a tentative step, but found it very hard
to 
keep her cheeks squeezed tightly as she tried to walk. Try as she might
the
swinging of her legs in walking movement relaxed the tension of her
buttocks
and allowed the load of water to press down into her rectum and press
on the 
now loosened ring.
 She followed her orders and circled the chair, and in spite of herself
she
allowed some of the contained water to pass to the outside where it
moistened
her bottom and upper thighs.
 She felt herself forced to a sitting position and discovered that she
had been
pushed down onto a portable toilet, consisting of a standard seat
placed on a
wooden frame and with  a plastic bag to both catch the "material" and
to allow
the action to be observed.
 As soon as she looked down she could tell the purpose of the plastic
and she
blushed to think that she was to be observed emptying her bowel.
 " Since you can't hold it in my dear you might as well let it out."
she heard
as the liquid left her in a rush of sound, of water under some
pressure.
 She was somewhat dismayed to hear the escape of some gas as the last
of the
fluid was expelled.
 She was then handed a piece of toilet paper and told to " wipe
yourself my
dear." 
 Marion was next told to stand up and  bend back over the back of the
chair
placing her hands on the seat.
 She was sure that this was to present her naked butt to the martinet,
as she
had been warned while the colonic tube was inside.
 The first of several smacks of the multi-thonged instrument landed on
the
left cheek of the ample and shapely bottom. She yelled out at the pain
and 
in moments was screaming for  the beating to stop. She began shaking
her body
in a futile attempt to stop the pain by perhaps in some way getting her
behind
out of the path of the thin cords.
 She succeeded only in getting some of the blows on the upper part of
her 
thighs and once or twice she felt a twinge of pain on the  lips of her
vulva
as the lash found its way to that tender spot.
 " You will feel the martinet on your pussy soon enough my dear, you 
don't 
have to turn like that just yet." she was told, and the words gave her
some
fear of what might follow.
 " You may lie on the floor on your back now, for the next part of your
adventure." this time she was sure that it was Don who spoke,but the
tone of
the voice was new to her.
 " OH! MY GOD,THAT HURTS!" She heard herself scream, after placing
herself on
her back on the carpet. The scream was in response to the searing pain
that 
struck her on the lips of her vulva. One of the strands of the martinet
had
landed full on her, in the direct center of her sex.
 " You will feel that again and again for the next little while my
dear, we 
are going to see that your pussy gets the same attention as your bottom
did."
 the voice announced.
 For several agonizing minutes, Marion was only able to scream in pain
as the
lash fell with regularity on the lips.
 When the strokes stopped the pain continued as though the martinet was
in
use still. After what seemed many minutes the pain subsided to a
generalized
warmth, extending from the surface to the depth of her vagina.
 She felt something move around her mouth and she opened her eyes,
which she
had been tightly clenching closed in her agony. She  saw an erect penis
inches
from her mouth and approaching quickly.
 " Take comfort from this !" she was told and she opened her mouth to
admit 
the hardened organ.
 At the same time her legs were pulled widely apart and another hard
penis
approached her nether lips and penetrated at almost the same time her
mouth
closed around the velvet smooth head of the penis at her head.
 She suddenly felt the nipple clamps twist and give her severe pain on
both
sides of her chest, and then as suddenly she felt the clamps released
and 
the pressure and pain were replaced by the pleasant feeling of a mouth
kissing
her breasts and gently sucking on the now fully erect nipples.
 The two penises inside her, were pumping like the pistons of a race
car 
engine and she was sure that both were nearing orgasm.
 The early twitchings of the penis in her mouth heralded the arrival of

the final stage of orgasm, and sure enough her mouth was filled with
the
warm, somewhat salty tasting semen of the man at her head.
 While she fought to get her breath, partially choking as she swallowed
as
quickly as possible the liquid, the penis in her vagina discharged in
torrents
of warmth.
 She felt several hands touch her body and she was turned over to find
herself
face down on the carpet. More hands spread her buttock cheeks and yet
another
penis ( or so she assumed ) entered her anus. She recognized quickly
that it 
was indeed a penis and she was being vigorously ass-fucked.
 The man inside at this opening was quick to ejaculate, and Marion
found
herself with semen coming out of her vagina, her mouth and nose and her
anus
at the same time.
 The penetrations and ejaculations had been so rapid, that she had
little
opportunity to become aroused in any sexual way from them.
 " You may get your clothes on and go back upstairs to get the
remaining
garments, do not come back downstairs until you hear us leave. Slaves
do not
have the privilege of seeing their Masters just yet." she heard.
 Marion put her blouse and skirt on, still prevented by the bright
lights
from seeing into the room. She walked to the door, now opened to the
corridor
beyond and left the room where she had been so abused and used.
 She climbed the stairs and re-entered the bedroom to retrieve her bra
and panties. She took her blouse off and as she put the bra on she saw
how
red and sore her nipples were from the tight clamps she had worn for so
long
in the evening. The cloth bra rubbed the sensitive tissue and she felt
her
sore nipples erect.
 She found the bathroom and used one of the washcloths and towels to
wash the
semen from her buttocks and her vulva, and then pullled the panties
over the
still sore flesh of her bottom.
 When she came downstairs she looked into the living room and saw that
the 
only furniture was the chair that she had been on or near.
 She left the house wondering what her next adventure as a new slave
might
be, and when it might occur.

Dbiang
 Marion was home and in her favorite armchair.  It was several days
after
her first experience at the house that Don had directed her to.
 She was still sore around the nipples and her bottom was also sore in
one
or two areas. Her pussy was still very tender where the martinet had
struck
at the very center of her sex. She had noticed the pain when she had 
been in her bathtub slowly and luxuriously rubbing her lips and seeking
the
clitoris. The pressure on the soft lips reminded her in the burst of
pain of
the agony of the other night.
 She had not heard from Don since she had been at the house and she was

eager to hear something and to learn if possible, of the opinion of the
men
who had enjoyed her.
 She had settled in the chair to read some erotic literature, although
she was
convinced that no work of fiction could surpass the adventure she had
begun 
as a slave the group of men. She thought it strange that she knew only
Don to
be a member, and she was unsure how many others. "Were there 4 others
besides 
Don?" she said to herself. " Was it Don that ass fucked me or was it
one
of the others?" she further questioned.
 She cast her mind back to her relationship with Don and could not
actually
recall having had anal sex with him. She felt fairly sure that he had
not
been one of those who had placed his penis in her mouth. She was sure
that
she would have recognized his organ by shape and size, and that her
experience
with him made the likelihood of knowing the feel of him in her vagina.
She was
quite curious to have her impressions confirmed or otherwise.
 As she sat thinking of these things, the phone rang and she quickly
picked
it up, " Hello ." 
 " Be ready to be picked up in half an hour, I'll be there with my car.
Take
off your panties if you're wearing any before I get there." Don said in
a 
brusque manner.
 He went on, " We'll drive to a little spot in the country, the other
members
want us to be where no neighbors will be bothered if there is noise." 
 Marion felt herself tense when she heard the last phrase, fearful that
the
noise might involve her.
 She went to the bedroom and opened the closet. She picked a soft wool
skirt,
wanting something smooth against the skin of a bared bottom, especially
one
that was still tender in spots from her last adventure with Don and his

friends.She put on a bra that fastened in the front, so that she could
get it
off in a hurry and without awkward moves if she was ordered to remove 
it.
 It was about ten minutes later when she heard the doorbell and she
went to
the door and opened it.
 To her surprise, Don had with him a young man, she was sure on seeing
him 
that he wasn't more than seventeen or so years old. She wondered if he
had
been one of the men at the house the other night.
 " Lift your skirt, so we can be sure you haven't any panties on ! "
she was
ordered.
 Marion paused a moment, feeling some embarrassment at the thought of
this 
young boy seeing her without underwear.
 " No need to worry about Lyle seeing your pussy, he not only saw it,
he was
in it up to his balls." Don said, answering the unasked question.
 Marion lifted her skirt and the two men saw the dark hair of her pussy
and
as she turned in front of them, they saw the still sore looking bottom
cheeks.
 " Very good Marion, it is good you have followed our instructions
because the
penalty would be severe and your ass is already sore enough looking."
she was 
told as she dropped her skirt and joined Don and Lyle in the car.
 She was offered a seat in the back of the car and she took them up on
the 
offer and entered.
 The drive into the country was pleasant, the car was smooth and quiet,
and
she was not bothered for conversation during the trip.
 She had not paid much attention to the conversation between Lyle and
Don,
but from time to time the words " ass, cunt , tits , fuck and suck"
drifted
to her in the rear of the car. She assumed they were discussing the
various
"amusements" that would face her when she arrived at the destination.
 The car turned onto a lane leading she discovered to the shore of a
lake, the
pinetrees grew almost to the water and  sheltered the cabin she
suddenly saw
in front of the car.
 She noticed two other cars parked at the side of the cabin and knew
that 
they were not going to be alone.
 " Get out Marion and go into the cabin we will come in a few minutes."
Don 
said.
 The inside of the  cabin was surprisingly luxurious, with thick piled
rugs
and very modern looking furniture, including an ottoman in front of the
fire-
place. She went into one of the bedrooms, and looked at the large
double bed
and the mirrors on the walls and ceiling. She was sure that the room
was 
not just for sleeping. She went back into the large room that seemed to
serve
as both living, and dining area and stood looking out the large window
to the
lake. The view was fantastic with the water and trees. She hoped to
have a 
chance to swim.
 Don and Lyle entered the cabin and  told her to go into one of the 
bedrooms 
and   strip completely. She hesitated only for a moment, and Don looked
as 
though he was ready to take his belt off and apply it. He had only
moved his
hand to the waist, but  Marion recognized the threat and quickly took
off her
blouse, bra and skirt. Her nipples erected immediately as the cool air
made
contact with them.
 " Go to the front of the cabin and go out on the porch, the others
will meet
you there." Lyle said, looking at the firm breasts and the nipples and
all but
licking his lips at the sight. As her buttocks undulated with her steps
to the
front door Lyle found his attention drawn to the pert cheeks and the
wisps of
dark hair visible as she walked.
 Marion stepped on to the porch and found four men, dressed in bathing
suits
that left nothing to the imagination as far as their cocks were
concerned.
 She was sure that all four of them had hard-ons thrusting the fabric
of the
scant suits out in many colored bulges.
 "Come here Marion!" one of them ordered," and bend over the railing of
the 
porch, then reach behind yourself and   spread your cheeks apart."
 She felt the hard but smooth wood of the railing press on her stomach
as she
followed the  instructions, and she placed her hands on each cheek and
pulled
apart. She could feel the anus partially open as her cheeks were
spread.
 She heard some movement behind her and  felt the head of a penis
insert 
itself. She drew in a deep breath as the shaft of the penis followed
the head
into the depths of her bowel. Just as quickly she felt the penis
withdraw 
and she looked back over her shoulder to see the young boy Lyle, his
bathing
suit off, wiping his erect penis with a washcloth. She was impressed
with
the size of his organ and realized that it was being prepared to
reenter her
after cleansing. She was grateful that this precaution was being taken,
having
read of the dangers of moving from anal to vaginal sex without washing.
 She stopped her musing at the landing of a severe slap on the left
buttock, 
and she heard, " turn your face away Marion and stay bent over the
railing
with your cheeks spread."
 She looked ahead of herself and watched the surface of the lake.
 She next felt a hand roughly touch the lips of her vagina, and spread
them
slightly as the fingers searched for her clitoris, and finding it
rubbed it
to arousal.
 The lips were further spread by a massive penis that she was sure
belonged to
Lyle and a steady pumping action began. The  organ filled her vagina to
the
point of being almost painful, but the sensation was far from pain as
her 
passions mounted in response to the rythmic strokes.
 As she moved toward orgasm, the penis was suddenly withdrawn and she
felt
a great sense of disappointment at failing to achieve climax. She was
aware
of a shower of warm liquid falling on her buttocks and upper thighs as
the 
penis left her and was certain that the man had not failed to reach the
end
of his orgastic experience.
 " Slaves are here today to satisfy not to be satisfied!" she was told
as some
cloth was applied to the wet spots on her skin.
 Marion was still looking  at the lake and had not turned to look at
the 
gathered men on the porch since the earlier smack on the ass.
 She stood awaiting the next commands to her as the slave of the day,
and
hoping that she would be allowed to reach orgasm when next stimulated
in 
that direction.
 Little did Marion anticipate the sensations that came to her across
her lower
back and then across both buttocks. She felt sharp, hot and brief
flashes of
excrutiating pain falling in rapid sequence on her flesh. She turned to
see 
what was happening. What she saw was Lyle snapping a bath towel,
obviously
wet,at her bottom and back. One or two of the others decided that this
was
the thing to do for the moment and she was attacked by the wet and
painful
ends of three towels. She was soom hopping from one foot to another and

screaming for the onslaught to stop. As she danced in agony one of the
towels
struck directly on her vulva and the pain dropped her to her knees. She

clasped her hands to the crease in the hope of protecting herself from
another
such blow. For the immediate instant the towels stopped flying at her
while 
the men waited for the pain to subside a little.
 Marion knelt crying and holding both hands in her crotch.

to be continued