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Subject: Story : Fantasia - Bonnie Sweet Robin (TXT) - robin [01/01]
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Subject: FANTASIA: Bonnie Sweet Robin (mf,nc,db,sm,etc)
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WARNING: All Fantasia stories contain some or all of the
following: Non-consensual sex, rape, bondage, heavy pain,
torture, incest, degradation, underage characters. If these
things offend you, do not read.
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BONNIE SWEET ROBIN
by V.P. Viddler
"Your assignment for tomorrow is to bring me a picture of
yourself naked."
"Oh god."
"You own a polaroid camera, I assume."
"I...Yes..."
"Good. You will..."
"Oh, you bastard."
"You will take a photograph of yourself, full length,
frontal view. You will wear nothing. Nothing at all. And nothing
is to be hidden. Your hands will be at your sides. Is that
understood?"
"So you can jerk off over it, I suppose."
"Robin."
"I'm...I'm sorry."
"I don't like sarcastic remarks, Robin."
"I...I apologize. I'm sorry. I'm very...sorry..."
"Now tell me what you will do tonight."
"I will--I will take a picture of myself."
"How, Robin?"
"Naked."
"Go on."
"Full length, frontal view. Nothing hidden. Hands...by my
sides."
"And tomorrow?"
"I will give it to you."
"And...what else will you give me, Robin?"
"You...anything."
"Say it louder."
"Anything. Anything you want."
"Good. Would you like to suck my cock?"
"Oh god..."
"Answer me, Robin."
"No."
"But you will. Won't you?"
"Yes."
"Tell me all about it."
"Yes. I will suck your cock. I will fuck for you. I will
strip naked and crawl for you that way. I will prostrate my body
and spread my legs and beg you for it..."
*
"Do you know what I want most in the world, Robin?"
"Yes. My body."
"Even more than that."
"More than my body? More than fucking me?"
"More."
"What could that be?"
"To hear you scream."
"Oh."
"Yes."
"Not in ecstasy, I assume."
"No. Not in ecstasy. In pain. In agony."
"Ah."
"And if you were screaming like that WHILE I was fucking
you..."
"You'd be in heaven."
"I would. With my cock inside you while you writhed in
pain..."
"My aching body squirming under you..."
"Stretched out, straining at your bonds..."
"Spasming, twisting, bucking against the ropes..."
"Howling and crying in torment..."
"While you fucked my helpless body..."
"Looking into your eyes all the while."
"Why would I be in such pain?"
"From my whip."
"Ah."
"All over you."
"Of course."
"And from the burns."
"Burns?"
"On your nipples. From my cigar."
"Oh."
"And the bruises on your flesh. From..."
"Don't say any more."
"Screaming. Screaming in my ear while I fuck you. Fuck you."
"God. Oh god. Please..."
"Crawl for me, Robin. Strip naked and crawl for me that
way."
"All right. All right. I will. I'll give you my body. My
mouth. I obey you..."
*
"Don't give me to him," she said. "For god's sake, not him.
Anything else...anyone else, I--I'll do it. But please, oh
please..."
"Shut up," I said, and I loved the tears that came to her
eyes. "And call him."
So she did, and when he came in, I said, "Jim, you like
Robin, don't you?"
JIm was grinning like an idiot, and she was shaking. My cock
was hard.
"Robin," I said, "tell Jim what you are going to do for
him."
Her body was shaking and she looked at the floor, but she
said it. Her horror at the thought of what would happen to her if
she didn't was stronger than her disgust and nausea toward this
man--and toward what I was forcing her to do. Her hesitation
thrilled me. She spoke softly at first, until I told her to speak
louder.
"I..." She couldn't get it out. She had to swallow hard and
start again. "I am going to...fuck for you." Using the words as I
had given them to her, word for word. "I--am...going to give you
my body. You can fuck it all. I am nothing but your plaything,
your toy, your obedient slave. Use my body. Fuck me in the cunt,
in my ass, and in my mouth. Stick...stick your big cock all the
way down my throat and make me swallow all your gism. Or shoot it
into my face, all over my hair and eyes and up my nose and on my
lips and wherever you fancy. My...my luscious body is yours to do
with as you will."
"Robin," I said. "Tell him what you have on under your
dress."
Robin gulped. She looked at me for mercy, but saw none.
"N-n-n...nothing," she whispered.
"Go on," I said.
"I am naked under my dress," Robin got out. "I will...I
will...take it off for you whenever you say."
"Show him your legs," I said.
Robin's hands shook, but she took hold of the bottom of her
skirt and slowly, slowly, pulled it up.
"These are my legs," she whispered. "They are long and
curvy, and I will wrap them tightly around your body while you
fuck me. Look at my long sexy legs, and...think about having me
under you, squirming and twisting and writhing and bucking and
thrashing."
"Now, Robin," I said. "All of it."
And she started to cry. She sobbed and sobbed as she said it
all, chokingly. "Make me do what you want, my master. Make me
strip naked and crawl for you that way. Make me grovel and debase
myself. And...if it gives you pleasure...h-h-h-hurt my body. Whip
me all over if you wish. Lash my legs. Whip my breasts. Beat me
until I scream and cry and howl and shriek and beg you to stop...
but--but you won't stop. H-hurt me in all ways. Burn me. Scorch
my flesh. Burn my nipples. Torture me and play with my bruised
and aching body and fuck my screaming mouth and my burning legs
and my squirming pain-filled cunt."
"Jesus H. Christ," Jim said. "Kiss me, girl. Kiss me on the
mouth and take your damn clothes off too."
Sobbing, shaking, hating it all, Robin did what he said...
*
"I am going to whip you, Robin."
"I know."
"I am going to whip you very hard and very long. All of
you."
"I know."
"Are you frightened, Robin?"
"Yes. I am."
"Good. I am glad. Would you like to beg me not to whip you?"
"I--would it do any good?"
"No. But you might want to try, anyway. Just on the off
chance."
"No."
"Ah. Proud. I have wanted to whip you for a long time,
Robin."
"I know."
"And today I finally shall. As much as I want, Robin. What
do you think about that?"
"I told you. I'm frightened. That's what you want, isn't
it?"
"Partly. Only partly. I also want you to be humiliated.
Utterly. Which I'm sure you are. Or soon will be. Isn't that
right, Robin?"
"You bastard."
"Bravado. How titillating. On your knees, Robin."
"I--"
"Robin. I think you are aware of what the situation is here.
I will not abide hesitation. I am willing to accept a bit of
initial bravado, insult, haughtiness--if only because it will
make it that much more satisfying in the end. But I will not
accept outright disobedience. Or stalling. Do I make myself
clear, Miss Robin?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes--sir."
"Good. Get on your knees."
"All right."
"That's fine. And now. I want to know the color of your
nipples. So that I can envision the whip slicing into them.
Cutting them open. Splitting them in half. As you scream at the
top of your lungs. Music, Robin. I am going to make such music
with you. The whip will be my bow, and your soft young naked body
the instrument upon which I shall produce a continuous music far
more stimulating than that of Bach, Mozart, or Beethoven. How I
look forward to hearing that melody of agony issuing from your
straining throat, your distended mouth. How I have fantasized
watching your naked voluptuous body flailing and twisting vainly
under the whip. Your fabulous legs kicking helplessly in pain.
Your long yellow hair flying abandonedly in the air as your head
whips about in torment. Why, Robin, you've turned pale. And I do
believe you're shaking. What a pity."
"Oh, you are a bastard. You love this, don't you?"
"But of course. I do, naturally. Having you on your knees in
front of me. Knowing you're so frightened you can hardly keep
from pissing in your pants. Knowing I'm going to see that body
naked in a minute. Knowing I'm going to kiss it all over with my
whip. Kiss it for such a long time. With my whip. And afterwards
with my mouth. And with my cock. You know I'm going to fuck you,
don't you, Robin?"
"I--yes."
"And you can't stand it, can you?"
"I--"
"Ah. How sweet it is. And now for my question, Robin. What
color are your nipples?"
"You filth."
"Robin. You will howl for that. You will scream and howl and
beg. Beg. While I'm fucking you. I promise you. Do you understand
me?"
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"Sir."
"Say it."
"Yes, sir. Yes, sir."
"What color are your nipples?"
"Pink. All right? They're pink."
"Pink. That's nice. Are you humiliated, Robin?"
"Yes."
"Are you degraded, debased, shamed?"
"What do you think?"
"I think, Robin, it is time for you to take your clothes
off. I think you will stand up, right now, and strip for me.
Right in front of me. Strip naked. Show me your pink nipples and
your beautiful curving thighs and your stomach and ass and the
hair on your pussy."
"What if I say no?"
"Ah. Robin. If you say no, I will be happy to assist you. I
will hang you up from the ceiling by your yellow pony tail, and I
will bind your hands behind you, and I will pull you up until yo
cannot touch the floor. And I will take your clothes off you
myself. With my whip. And when I have cut your clothing
completely away, I shall start to whip you. I shall whip you
without stopping for a full hour. I shall whip that fantastic
body to ribbons. I shall whip your breasts for fifteen minutes,
your legs for another quarter hour, your back and ass for thirty
minutes. And your stomach in between. And I will watch and listen
with great avidity as you scream and thrash and yowl and kick.
Helplessly. Futilely. And finally I shall cut you down and fuck
your agony-filled, ruined body. Fuck you in cunt and ass and
mouth until I am drained. And I will watch you crawl for me as I
call my friends in to do what they want with you. Crawl. And now
crawl to me, Robin. Crawl naked to me and put your mouth in my
crotch and cry all you want. Bonnie sweet Robin..."
*
"These are my friends, Robin."
"Oh my god...no...no..."
"Take off your blouse and run around the room for us,
Robin."
"Please let me go."
"The boys want to see your tits bounce when you run around
the room. I've told them what a stimulating sight it is."
"For god's sake..."
"Take off the blouse. Right now."
"I'll do anything..."
"You'll do it anyway. Run for us."
"All right. Don't...don't hurt me."
"Look, boys. Look at her tits bouncing."
"I hate you."
"Don't talk, run. Faster. Get all out of breath, so we can
shove our cocks down your panting mouth."
"Ohh...god..."
"Faster, bitch. Let's see that ass pumping."
"Why...are you...doing this..."
"To see you suffer. To degrade you. To watch you cry."
"Ahh...ahh..."
"Don't slow down."
"I can't...keep going..."
"I'll whip you if you slow down. On your tits. Harder than
last time."
"Uhh... Uhh... Uhh..."
"Cry, Robin. Struggle, Robin. Run! Run!"
"Unhh...Aaahhh...I can't...oh god...I caaa..."
"Stick your cocks in her. Shove your cock in her mouth.
Now!"
"Aagghh...Aauugghhh..."
"Rape her. Rape Robin. Robin raped."
"Uh... Uh... Uh..."
"Up her ass. Up her cunt. Into her throat. Don't let her
catch her breath. Let her suffer. Hurt!"
"A...A...AGGGHHH..."
"Whip you now. One. Again. Two. Your tits. Three. Four.
Five. Hard. So hard. Six. Hurt you. Seven. God. I love it.
Eight...yes...
"Bonnie...
"Sweet...
"Robin..."
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