~Subject: FANTASIA: Hot and Cold
~From: an117711@anon.penet.fi
~Date: Mon, 29 Aug 1994  (a.s.stories)

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                         HOT AND COLD
                       by V.P. Viddler


   "Last time I saw this lady she was hanging by her wrists  from
a tree branch, stark naked, and screaming her lungs out as  four
guys pelted her with snowballs."

   "That's right. That was last year's vacation. The boys and I 
are doing it again, Lisa, and we want you along with us. We'll 
need a distraction in bad weather. You know, a plaything. A big 
toy. A game dame. We want you."

   "No. Not this time. Please."

   "But you'll like it, Lisa. Once it gets going. You know  that.
Why, last year--"

   "Please. I can't. Not again. I just can't."

   "Don't you recall how it was, Lisa? Once you got over your--
shyness? Oh, we had to break you in a bit, but then you got right 
into the spirit, didn't you, Lisa? You loved it."

   "Please. No."

   "Remember how we had to hold you down at first, Lisa?  Holding
you down on the bed, all spread out and struggling while  we played
with you? Playing with that body. Stripping it. And you  crying and
begging, and Bobby slapping you, and then starting to  fuck you.
And all of us fucking you. Remember, Lisa?"

   "Please."

   "And how it started getting to you, and soon we didn't have  to
hold you any more, and then telling us how you loved it? How  we
kept saying, you love it, don't you, Lisa? Don't you, Lisa? Oh  you
love this, right, Lisa? And finally you saying, yes, yes, oh 
Christ oh Jesus yes, oh god I love it, yes I love it, yes I do I 
love it I do--"

   "Damn you!"

   "And after that you did anything, didn't you, Lisa?"

   "Yes."

   "And you loved it all, didn't you?"

   "Yes."

   "Being our toy. Crawling for us. Remember how we made you 
crawl, Lisa?"

   "Yes."

   "How you crawled up the walls, how we drive you crazy, how  we
fucked you blind?"

   "Yes."

   "And how much you loved it?"

   "Please."

   "And when we tied you from that branch, or spread-eagled  across
the table, or on your knees by the fire and hurt you--"

   "Oh god."

   "I want to do that again, Lisa. I want to hear you screaming 
again. I want to hear you crying and begging us to stop, but not 
wanting us to stop."

   "Oh please I can't please."

   "I want that body crouching over me again, crying with pain  and
passion, taking my cock up your cunt and fucking me, while  Dick
whips your back with his belt, again and again, and I pinch  your
nipples while Riff stands over us and pulls your head up by  your
hair so he can fuck your mouth. Do you remember, Lisa?"

   "Yes. God yes."

   "You crawled for us all night long. Giving us your mouth and 
your cunt and your ass. Crying. Screaming. Begging for more."

   "I did. God help me, I did."

   "And you will again, won't you, Lisa?"

   "I--no. Please no."

   "You want to."

   "No."

   "Tell John what we did with you after he saw you hanging  from
that tree. After all those snowballs that hurt so much."

   "You--you took me down and took me inside and tied me down 
spread out across the dining table and you--you said you would 
warm me up. And to warm me up you burned my body--you put out 
cigarettes on me. All over my body. Lots of cigarettes. Burning  my
body."

   "That's right. You should have seen that, John. Wherever  we'd
hit Lisa with a snowball, we kissed it with a cigarette. Her 
breasts--nipples, all over. Her stomach. Thighs. Back. Buttocks. 
All over. So many. And then we fucked her while she screamed for 
us. Right, Lisa?"

   "I don't want to do that again."

   "Yes, you do, Lisa."

   "Yes I do. All right. I'll do it."

   "Look how hard Lisa's nipples are. Right through that dress. 
You want it now, Lisa?"

   "No, please."

   "What do you want, Lisa."

   "Oh. Make me do it. Make me do something dirty. Please."

   "On your knees, slut, and suck John off. Right now."

   "Ohh."

   "I'm going to whip you while you do it."

   "All right."

   "Hands in the air. Don't drop them. Strip that top down,  John.
Take it all, you bitch. Pull her hair up, John, so I can  get a
clear shot at that naked back."

   "What are you, Lisa?"

   "I"m a boy toy, a plaything, a rag doll, a slut, a whore, I 
want to crawl and scream and suck and fuck. I'm yours, my body is 
yours, please whip me now, I do love it I do love it..."