From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Dec 30 14:21:14 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MARION 2/6
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 30 Dec 1996 19:21:14 GMT



MARION PART 2

 Marion knelt on the porch still holding both hands over her aching
crotch. The pain was ebbing and she felt her strength recovering.
 " Get up slave or we'll hit your cunt again." an angry voice demanded
of her
and again, " up right now or you get the wet towel snapped at your
snapper." 
the same voice repeated the threat.
 Marion stood up and for the first little while she kept her hands
covering 
thin black line of hair that marked her vulvar crease.
 " Take your hands away from your pussy slave, we like to see the
cracks of
our women on display. " and to emphasize the command a sharp slap
landed on
her buttocks. She quickly moved her hands to a position at her sides.
 " Lets go down to the boat house and have a look at what we could do
there."
one of the men suggested and Don, Lyle and two of the others led Marion
off of
the  porch and down a short path to a two level boat house. The slips
for the
boats were on the water level and what looked like a guest apartment
was on
the second floor.
 " Go up the stairs Marion and we'll be right behind you. In fact it is
a 
real pleasure to follow you upstairs and watch your bottom cheeks move
up and
down as you climb, it also gives a great view of your crotch." Don said
as he
prepared to follow directly behind her.
 The second floor was indeed a guest area, but not quite what Marion
had
expected. 
 In the middle of a large room was a table with restraining ropes at
each 
corner and a piece of the middle cut out to leave a circular opening at

not quite the center of the table. At one end were stirrups like one
saw on
the examining tables in the doctor's office.
 Marion felt a bit frightened at the sight and was unsure what the
implication
might be, but was vaguely aware that it would be in some way
uncomfortable.
 Hanging from the ceiling was a wooden swing seat , suspended by two
lengths 
of rope and set off to one side of the table. On the other side of the
table
was a single rope with a leather strap attached to it, the exact
purpose or
use, foreign to Marion's experience.
 She  was not to wait long for some knowledge of what the different
things
were for, as she was told " Go to the rope hanging from the ceiling
Marion
and hold on to it.One of us will fasten the strap around your wrists so
that
you can't move from the rope."
 Marion was afraid not to follow the orders and she walked over to the
rope
and reached up to grasp it with both hands. It was a bit higher than
she had
at first estimated and she had to get up on her toes to grab the rope.
She
held on tightly as Don, Lyle and one of the others fastened the leather
strap
around her wrists. She then felt herself lifted about three inches as
the 
rope was pulled toward the ceiling. She felt her leg muscles almost
cramp at
the strain of standing on her absolute tip-toes. She attempted to
relieve 
some of the discomfort by letting her arms hold all her weight, but
soon 
found that this was just as uncomfortable.
  " This should warm you up a little Marion, at least it will warm your
butt."
she heard as the words were closely followed by a series of smacks
delivered 
to the naked cheeks by what she was sure was a ping-pong paddle. The
blows
fell on each cheek in sequence and in a predictable rhythm of left,
right 
center, left, right center.
 She yelled and cried out and danced up and down from toe to toe and
then
to hanging from her wrists as she tried to rest her leg muscles.
 The paddling lasted about five minutes and she was screaming for them
to stop
by the time the first minute had ended.
 When the final smack had landed and she was aware that it had, for the
time
being stopped, she hung from the rope and wept, letting her feet touch
the 
floor and sharing the burden between the wrists and her screaming legs.
 She thought that hours had passed, rather than the few minutes since
the ass
paddling had stopped. The time seemed much longer because of the pains
in her
ass and legs and arms, tiring from the hanging position she maintained.
 Just as she was sure she wouldn't last another  second, Lyle lowered
the rope
and she was able to stand with her feet solidly on the floor. The
relief was
fantastic, and immediately she had no pain in the legs or arms and the
only
discomfort was in her butt.
 " Move over to the table Marion, and get up on it, stay on your back
for the
time being." Don instructed her.
 The rope attached to her wrists was undone and she walked the short
distance
to the table and with her back to it placed her hands on the edge and
lifted
herself onto it. She wriggled until she felt the circular opening under
her
buttocks and then relaxed, sure that further instructions would follow.
  " Place your legs in the stirrups ." Don said and she obeyed almost
at 
once.
 The cold metal of the stirrups was uncomfortable to the backs of her
knees
and the sensation sent shivers through her body.
 She felt the stirrups move and her legs parting widely until she felt
she was as exposed as she possibly could be.
 Don approached the foot of the table and Marion was sure he carried a
dildo
in one hand and something similar in the other.
 " These will keep you occupied for now until we wish to fill you with
some
other objects." she was told.
 The words were accompanied by fingers at her vaginal opening, rubbing
and 
stroking her clitoris, arousing her quickly and leading to moisture at
the 
aperature. As  soon as she was seen to moisten, the dildo was thrust
into her
vagina and she then felt something pressing at her anus and entering
her lower
bowel to fill her rectum. She felt her anal ring tighten around a hard 

circular object and she realized that a butt plug had been inserted.
 Lyle suddenly climbed up on the table and straddled her chest. She
looked
at him and saw that he was not only stark naked but that he had a firm
looking
hard-on. He slid up on the table so that his penis was at her mouth and

pressed it to the lips and into her mouth and  down her throat to the
point
that she was sure she would choke.
 The dildo in her vagina was in fact a vibrator as was the plug in her
butt
and as Lyle began to pump his cock into her mouth and throat the two
vibrators
were turned on.
 She was aware of erotic sensations from three openings at once and she
was
in spite of herself mounting in pleasurable feelings. To assure that
she was
brought off properly, Don was rubbing her clitoris as the mechanical
stimulat-
ors did their jobs. Marion was at the point of yelling at her orgasm
when Lyle
ejaculated into her throat and she found herself choking on the come
that 
filled her to overflowing. Lyle withdrew his cock and Marion was able
to cough
and spit until she could breathe more comfortably, and her breathing
was  
rapid in response to her orgasm, induced by the two vibrators and the
constant
rubbing of her clit.
 Marion looked up at Lyle, who sat straddling her chest, his now soft
cock
hanging down limply between her breasts. He was smiling in satisfaction
and
she looked around him to see Don who was between her legs his hand just
out
of her line of vision but she was sure it was just at her vaginal lips,
the
stimulation of her clit now over.
 The vibrators were slowly pulled out, first the anal plug, which
exited with
some pain as the sphincter was dilated to allow it to leave, and with a
pop
as it left completely. Then the vaginally placed dildo was pulled out
and it
came out easily, its leaving made easy by the copious moisture produced
by 
her orgasm.
 No sooner had the dildo been taken out than she felt it replaced by
what she
was sure was the real thing. As she looked down the table to her wide
spread
legs she saw Don, his erect penis in his hand, placing the head of it
at her
opening and she felt him enter to the hilt. She was sure that he had
entered 
as deeply as possible when she felt his pubic hair brush against her
vulvar
lips.
 She was quick to rouse toward orgasm again, with the pumping action of
Don 
and the feeling of his organ thrusting into her depths and then
withdrawing
to the point of leaving, only to plunge again into her vagina.
 He came with a yell of satisfaction and she allowed herself a soft
moan of
pleasure at the completion of the fuck.
 She was again empty of objects, real or artificial and as she lay on
the 
table the stirrups were moved so that her legs came together, allowing
some
slight degree of relative modesty. 
 Lyle came to the foot of the table and helped her to remove her legs
from
the stirrups and she was aware how relaxing it felt to have her legs
flat on
the table for a change.
 " You can have a brief rest slave ." she heard Don say and she
breathed 
a sigh of relief at the announcement.