Subject: FANTASIA: Aftermath  (fm, nc, sm, etc)
From: an117711@anon.penet.fi

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                  AFTERMATH by V.P. Viddler

    Around dawn, having put Abby through her paces for many hours
throughout the night, doing it all to her, and making Abby do it
all to us, all night long; all of us fully drained, sated and
exhausted from having our fun with Abby's unwilling but forcibly
compliant body; around dawn we took turns pissing on her.

   At first it was thought that it would do most for us if all of
us stood in a big circle around Abby and all pissed on her
simultaneously; but after much discussion it was concluded that it
would be one at a time, each of us taking our turn. So we had Abby
lie on her back on the floor, with her long luscious legs slightly
apart, with her arms lying harmlessly above her head, and we told
her to stay that way, no matter what.

   Now Abby, by this time, was not about to do anything we told her
not to do. No way at all. So Abby lay there as one by one all
twenty of us stood beside that motionless, naked, exhausted,
brutalized, aching, voluptuous, victimized body, pissing on it,
pissing on all of it, pissing as long as we could, with all the
piss we had accumulated in our bladders throughout that long night,
pissing all over Abby's body, from top to bottom, pissing on Abby's
legs and on Abby's crotch and on Abby's stomach and on Abby's torso
and on Abby's breasts, all over and around Abby's breasts, and on
Abby's neck and on Abby's lovely face, all over Abby's darling
gorgeous face, Abby's eyes, an Abby was told not to close those
fine brown eyes, just to hold them open, and Abby did her best to
do that as that piss hit them, flooding Abby's poor eyes, and up
Abby's nose, and of course in Abby's mouth, and of course Abby was
told to hold that mouth open, and Abby did, holding that beautiful
mouth open as all that piss poured into it, swallowing, as she had
to, choking, spluttering, gagging with all that piss, and in Abby's
hair, too, soaking that long soft dark brown hair, making it lank
and dripping with piss, until all of us had spilled all our piss on
Abby's body, and Abby lay soaking in a stinking pool of piss, piss
running from her body, dripping from her hair, drowning in our
piss.

   Now at last we had finished with Abby, but wouldn't allow her to
wash off, though Abby begged us and begged us. But Abby had to put
all her clothes on without washing, had to put them on her
dripping, soaking, stinking body, and go home that way. And Abby
did.

   First Abby had to convince us that she had learned her lesson.
And she did. And she had. Most painfully. And would not forget it.

   Which is why Abby had nothing to say the following day at work
when we hung an exhibition of photographs in Abby's office--
photographs of Abby, naked and engaged in various sexual activities
from the night before. Abby on her knees, sucking somebody's cock;
Abby crouching over somebody, fucking; Abby with two guys in a
sandwich, cocks in her vagina and in her anus; Abby spread-eagled
by four guys while two others did painful things to her with
burning cigarettes; Abby being pissed on, and on and on. In
appreciation of this show, we had a company party in Abby's office,
for which Abby was our gracious hostess. It was most gratifying to
watch as Abby, at our request, acted out most of the activities
depicted in those photographs. For our entire staff. And for
various outsiders who got invited to our party. The fact that Abby
was crying all the time did nothing to distract from our enjoyment.

   On the following day Abby reported to the office of the chairman
of the board, who had had a bit of difficulty with Abby on a past
occasion. Not this time. Abby reported to him with her hands bound
in back of her, and with a long black whip hung about Abby's waist.
Following instructions, Abby fell to her knees as soon as she was
in that office, and crawled slowly and awkwardly toward his desk.
Stopping at his chair, she fell forward to kiss his shoes, and then
Abby begged, in most soft and humble tones, for his forgiveness,
promising to do anything now to afford him all the pleasure he
could gain through the use and abuse of her body. The resulting
record, on film and sound, of that long session in the chairman's
office provided much entertainment and edification for the company
staff for many many months.

   And so did Abby.

   And if you listen, you can hear Abby now, from behind that
office door, screaming and screaming. Probably you would like to
make Abby's acquaintance yourself, and you will. I'll have Abby
show you some of those photographs, and you can pick out one or two
for her to act out with you. And Abby will turn pale, as always,
and look wildly around, as always, in vain, for a way to get out of
it; and then, crying, shaking, sobbing, Abby will do it, anything
you want, Abby will do it all.

   Ah Abby. On your knees, Abby. Show us your breasts, Abby. Show
us your legs, Abby. Crawl for us, Abby. You want to piss on her?
Spread out, Abby, and this man will piss on you. Don't close your
mouth, Abby...