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Date: Mon, 29 Aug 1994 21:52:06 UTC
Subject: FANTASIA: Mrs. Vanderbilt
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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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MRS. VANDERBILT
by V.P. Viddler
"Just how badly do you want that, Mrs. Vanderbilt?"
"I think you know."
"I understand you want it very badly. But just how badly?"
"Just as badly as you think, Mr. Pym."
"And just how far would you go to obtain it, Mrs.
Vanderbilt?"
"At this point, Mr. Pym, I can conceive of no limit."
"Is that right? No limit at all?"
"No, Mr. Pym. None at all."
"That's certainly fascinating. As you know, I do have
certain connections."
"Which is why I am here."
"Yes. But I incur many risks, as you know; and I must ask
for compensation that can be thought of as--extraordinary."
"I understand."
"Do you, Mrs. Vanderbilt?"
"I think that I do. But, Mr. Pym, why don't you tell me just
what it is that you have in mind?"
"I think you know that."
"Do I?"
"You are a most attractive woman, Mrs. Vanderbilt."
"Thank you."
"I have long admired your beauty. And your, shall I say,
voluptuousness. May I say that?"
"You have said it, Mr. Pym."
"I will say it again. I have long admired your body, Mrs.
Vanderbilt. Your intriguing, sensuous, and so provocative body."
"I see."
"Admired it, and desired it."
"I see."
"I may say plainly, lusted for it. I think I am making
myself plain, am I not, Mrs. Vanderbilt?"
"Pellucid, Mr. Pym. And so I am to understand that the price
I shall pay for obtaining that which I so wish for is to allow
you to possess this body of which you speak so highly."
"Ah, Mrs. Vanderbilt, your way of putting things is always
so elegant. So gracious. So--if I may use your own delicious
word--pellucid. So like yourself."
"Thank you, Mr. Pym. But I am afraid I cannot return that
compliment. But allow me to speak plainly. I do, as you know,
badly want what I want. And, Mr. Pym, if that is the only way I
may obtain it, I will submit. If my body is what you want, I will
give it to you. Acquaint me with the time and place at which this
consummation is to take place, and I shall appear. And I will
submit to you. Will that be satisfactory?"
"Ah, Mrs. Vanderbilt. It affords me untold pleasure to hear
you say those words. But alas, I must say no. No, Mrs.
Vanderbilt. That is not satisfactory."
"Is it not? I am afraid I must have misunderstood you, sir."
"No, you did not. Simply, you have not understood me far
enough. I must say to you, Mrs. Vanderbilt, that although I do
badly wish to possess that body, and indeed will not rest calmly
until I do--that is not all that I want from you."
"Is it not?"
"It is not. I will explain. You see, Mrs. Vanderbilt, what
attracts my lust is not only, not exclusively, that fine
aristocratic body, that fine aristocratic face. It is that very
elegance of which I spoke a moment ago. It is you, it is the very
essence of you, Mrs. Vanderbilt. Elegance. Graciousness.
Aristocracy. Hauteur, if you will. Yes. Hauteur. Pride. If I
may say, snobbishness? It is that quality, dear Mrs. Vanderbilt,
which attracts my lusts and my desires. For it is that quality
which I wish to destroy."
"Destroy?"
"Destroy, Mrs. Vanderbilt. Abolish. Banish. Crush. Smash.
Grind into the dust."
"Please, Mr. Pym. And you are saying--"
"I am saying, madam, that the price I will extract from you
is not simply the use of that splendid body. Though use it I
certainly will. What I will demand of you, madam, is submission."
"Submission?"
"Submission. Absolute, thorough, complete, utter submission.
Unquestioning, uncomplaining, instant, unalloyed and unending
submission. To my will. To my whim. To my every wish and thought
and command. Am I making myself clear, madam?"
"I must say I think you are, Mr. Pym. I had not--I do not--I
take it you--you wish to--in some manner--degrade me. Is that
it?"
"Oh, not in some manner, Mrs. Vanderbilt. But in every
manner. In any manner I so wish. I do indeed wish to degrade you,
as you put it. I wish to have you in my power. Utterly. I wish
to, as I say, destroy that aristocratic and haughty air of
superiority, and to humble you before me. To look upon you as my
slave. My property. My plaything. That is what I want, Mrs.
Vanderbilt. That is what I must have if you wish my aid in
obtaining your goal."
"I hardly--I hardly know what to say--I--"
"A simple yes will be sufficient, madam."
"I don't--but this is monstrous! Insane!"
"As you wish, madam."
"And for how long, Mr. Pym, would you wish this--situation
to obtain?"
"For as longas I say so, Mrs. Vanderbilt."
"That is outrageous!"
"Probably. That is my demand. You may take it or leave it."
"I will go."
"As you wish."
"This cannot be."
"As you wish."
"Is there nothing--"
"Nothing."
"I want it. I do want it. I must have it. I will do
anything, anything to obtain it. But--but this--But you cannot--
you must stipulate a limit. I cannot agree to this indefinitely.
I cannot."
"All right. I will concede that much. I will say a month."
"A month!"
"A month. That is all. Decide."
"I--I must know--first--I must know just what it is that you
will--that I must--"
"You will crawl on your knees. You will strip for me and ask
me to take your body. You will kiss my feet and lick my floor and
you will submit your breasts and your vagina and your anus and
your thighs to my commands. And you will do that for my friends
also."
"Not that! Oh please not that!"
"I want you crawling, crying, screaming."
"I will I will I will... Do you mean to hurt me?"
"Ah. Do I intend to give you pain? To sit and gloat upon
that slavish nude body bound and spread, watching you squirming
and relishing your screams of agony? Is that what you are asking,
Mrs. Vanderbilt?"
"I suppose it is."
"But of course I am."
"And of course I cannot dissuade you; for anything I may put
forth in the way of temptation, any activity I may agree to
submit to, even to cooperate with, any unusual variation or
original position I may offer as a diversion, you will put into
use as you like, in any case, and still have no compunction as to
giving me pain as you wish."
"You put it truly, madam."
"And is there nothing I can voluntarily submit to, no test
or obstacle I may substitute to avoid that?"
"Nothing."
"Ah."
"And now, Mrs. Vanderbilt, would you stand up, please?"
"Ah. You are going to ask me to strip for you, is that it?"
"No, madam."
"No?"
"No. I am going to COMMAND you to strip for me."
"I see."
"Good. Stand up."
"You said nothing about my mouth."
"What was that?"
"I said, Mr. Pym, you said nothing about my mouth. You said
that I was to submit my breasts to your commands--and to those of
your friends--and my vagina, and my anus, and my thighs. But you
did not mention my mouth at all. Is it that you do not want my
mouth?"
"If this is a distraction, madam, it is a foolish one. I may
have overlooked your lovely mouth in my list, but I can assure
you that I will make use of it. You may count on that. And, Mrs.
Vanderbilt, if you do not stand up this minute so that I may
watch you strip yourself naked in front of me, I will make use of
it right now. You will find yourself still fully dressed, if that
is how you want it, but on your knees, with my cock far down that
aristocratic throat, filling that mouth, distorting those
luscious lips, as you lick and tongue and kiss and suck on my
tool, which will soon spit its gism into that round mouth you
speak of so lightly, and I will watch as you swallow every drop
of it--that which I do not spurt upon your lovely aristocratic
slut's face. Now, which shall it be, madam?"
"Your rough talking is affecting me, sir."
"Oh? By god, I think it is! I can see your nipples, Mrs.
Vanderbilt. Poking right out against that dress. And I think
you're almost panting. Why is that?"
"It is not voluntary, I assure you. But what you say is
arousing, I must admit."
"About having my prick in your mouth? With my hand in your
fine dark hair, holding your head in my lap, forcing you to suck
me, not allowing you to move, holding you still as I erupt down
your throat and across your crying face?"
"Oh. I will strip for you, sir. I will do it now."
"Wait."
"What?"
"Sit still. Do it slowly. Pull that skirt up. Slowly. Wait.
Ask me first."
"What?"
"Ask me if you may."
"Oh. May I--sir--please--may I pull up my skirt for you?"
"Why?"
"To--to show you my legs, sir. To expose my thighs for you."
"Do it. Good. Oh, such legs. Such fabulous thighs. More.
Higher. Pull it up all the way around your waist. Ah, what
thighs! I want them around my body, holding me as I fuck you,
Mrs. Vanderbilt. I want them spread out and stretched taut,
quivering with pain as I hurt them. I want them kicking wildly,
flailing in agony as you hang by your wrists and I lay my whip
acorss your body, as my friends look on."
"Oh, sir."
"Ask me, Mrs. Vanderbilt."
"May I crawl to you, sir, and put my mouth on your manly
tool?"
"You are a slut, madam."
"I am a slut, sir, if you say so."
"I do. You are a whore."
"I am a whore. You said you would wish to have me as a
slave, as property, as plaything. I am yours. Command me."
"I want you naked, on hands and knees, crouching over my
body and sucking avidly at my cock."
"I will. I will."
"And I want your husband to watch."
"What? Oh no. Not that! Not my husband! Please! Not him.
Anyone else. I will do it for anyone you wish, but not him.
Please! Please no please!"
"Call him."
"I beg you, I implore you, I bessech you, I will do
anything--"
"If your husband witnesses that, do you think he will want
to whip you?"
"I do."
"That is a thought, is it not? Your fabulous body bound
tight, taut, straining, your husband whipping you as I fuck you.
And then changing places, I whipping you, your husband fucking.
And then to get us hard again, both of us whipping you, he in
back, I in front; and then both fucking you in the same position.
And we must call in a third participant to make use of your mouth
simultaneously."
"Do it. Do it. I want it. I will do anything you say. I will
crawl. I want to be a toy for all of you."
"Call him."
"But I shall not obtain what I want so badly."
"No, Mrs. Vanderbilt. You will not."
"I don't care. I am nothing now."
"Call him."
"Shall I call him in the nude?"
"No. I want to whip your clothing off you."
"Ah. All right. May I crawl to your telephone?"
"On your stomach."
"Ah. Watch me. Watch me crawling."
"Has your husband heard you scream?"
"No."
"Too bad. He will."
"I know."
"I will make you scream, Mrs. Vanderbilt."
"I want to scream. I want to scream for you. I want you to
hear my pain."
"You will beg. You will plead with me to stop hurting you."
"If I do, you will not."
"That is right."
"I will scream for anyone you wish. I will scream for all
the men in the world. I will scream until I can make no sound. My
body will twist and writhe and flail and you will all take me,
possess me as I sob helplessly, hurt my thighs, destroy my
breasts, burn my nipples, and I will be a howling babbling
spasming naked thing slut whore..."
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