Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: sj83ue@dim.edu (St. Stephen)
Subject: Taking Lynette (m/f s&m rape)
Date: 2 Nov 1995 01:20:31 GMT

			    Taking Lynette

	All the men in the office wanted her. But Lynette would have
nothing to do with them. She was too good for them, or so she thought.
Many times, a fellow co-worker would ask her out, and she would just
laugh. Lynette was a 5'10", statuesque brunette bitch who was
stunningly beautiful, and she knew it. Her kind of looks were used to
catch rich, old men and not young, struggling co-workers.

	Lynette had gone to lunch with one of her old men, and
returned to the office feeling lightheaded. She went to the women's
bathroom to try to freshen up. She entered a stall and closed the door
behind her. She lifted her skirt to her waist and pulled her panties
down to her ankles and sat down. She spread her legs slightly and
started to pee and things went black...

				* * *

	Lynette slowly awoke in a deep fog to find herself lying
stretched out on a table in what appeared to be a storage room of some
kind. Her hands were bound together and pulled back over her head. Her
feet were also bound, but to the corners of the table. Her mouth was
gagged, so her screams for help went unheard.

	The door to the room opened up and a man entered. Her eyes
grew wide with fear and muffled moans of panic came from her
obstructed mouth. Her walked over to her and smiled.

	"Let's see what we have here," the man said, lustfully. "A
pretty young thing all made up and no place to go."

	Lynette thrashed about wildly, but the leather bindings kept
her from gaining any control over her body.

	"Lynette," the man said, "I've been watching you for a very
long time. You always look so sexy in the dresses and heels that you
wear, but I know that you would never even consider going out with me
on a date. You're such a stuck up bitch. You think you're too good for
anyone. Well, now you're going to find out what it means to be a
slave. I'm going to see what you look like underneath all your sexy
clothes

	"Yes, that's right, Lynette. I'm going to undress you. Then
I'm going to use your naked body for my pleasure!"

	Lynette screamed a silent protest into the gag, but the sound
never left the room. She was totally helpless to do anything. She
tried to figure out who this man was, but she didn't recognize him.

	"I really like it when you wear this white blouse. It really
compliments you figure. But I want to see what you have on underneath.
First, though, I'm going to take a little peek under your dress and
see exactly what that high-priced pussy of yours looks like."

	Lynette saw him reach for the bottom of her skirt and she
tried to evade his hands, but it was no use. A leather strap was tied
across her belly, which secured her firmly to the table.

	The man reached down and lifted the front of her skirt up off
of her legs, bent over, and peeked underneath it. Lynette was wearing
sheer pantyhose on top of white cotton panties. He could see the
outline of the crotch of her panties , but little else.

	"I thought that you might wear stockings and a garter belt,
but I guess that I caught you on the wrong day. No matter. You're
still just as sexy."

	The man began pulling Lynette's skirt up her legs. She tried
to press her legs together with all of her strength, but it was no
use. Slowly, he eased her skirt up to the middle of her long thighs
and stopped. He stood back and admired her long thin legs.

	Lynette lay there, totally helpless and completely
embarrassed.

	"Your legs are flawless, Lynette. I can see why you think
you're so hot. Well, now you're going to show me your pussy."

	Lynette raised her head up off of the table and watched as he
drew her skirt up above her waist and left it gathered there. Her
pantyhose covered her panties and came up to her navel.

	"My, your hips are even smaller than I expected. That's good.
I hate a big rear end on a woman. Now, let's see what you've got under
there."

	The man grasped each side of her pantyhose and began drawing
them down off of her hips. Lynette fought back as she felt herself
being slowly undressed against her will. He pulled them down to the
middle of her thighs and stopped. The elastic bands in the pantyhose,
which had left a small ring around her flat belly, now cut into her
soft thighs.

	He looked at her pantied loins and saw that a few of her pubic
hairs were sticking out from the sides. He put his hand over her mons
and felt the soft, warmth coming from deep inside her pelvis.

	"It looks like you don't trim your pussy hair. I figured a
rich slut like you would at least keep your pussy trimmed. We'll fix
that later on, my dear."

	Lynette wondered just what he meant by that statement.

	"You know, all the men in the office dream about seeing you
naked. They let their imaginations run wild wondering what your
gorgeous body really looks like under all those fancy clothes you
wear. Now, I'm the lucky one who is going to get to see your most
intimate area!"

	The man lowered his head to her pubis and inhaled deeply. A
damp, musky smell emanated from her crotch. His head reeled with
excitement from the musky aroma of her pussy. He stood back up and
admired his prisoner. She was such a lovely catch, more beautiful than
any of his previous victims. The sight of this girl whom he had
desired from afar for so long gave him a raging erection.

	The man then reached down, gripped the elastic sides of her
panties and lifted them free of her body. He shuddered as his
fingertips brushed against the softness of her flesh. He ran his
fingertips around to the front of her panties and lifted them off of
her flat belly.

	Once again, he bent down, this time peering beneath the front
of her lifted panties.

	He caught his breath as he finally gained a complete view of
the treasure that she had been concealing from him for so long.
Lynette's plump mound was covered in fine, brown pubic hair. He
reached inside the top of her panties and ran his fingers lazily
through her downy pubic hair.

	"Mmmm. The pubes of a bitch. You're so soft down here,
Lynette. You must really pamper this pussy of yours. I've always
wondered how much pubic hair you had; quite a bit on top. But what
about your pussy lips? Are they as hairy?"

	Lynette screamed at the top of her lungs in protestation, but
to no avail. The gage in her mouth left her a silent sacrifice to his
lustful desires.

	"Now, now, Lynette. The straps will only get tighter if you
struggle. You might as well relax and try to enjoy this. You're going
to have very long evening ahead of you. You might even enjoy it."

	The man stood back up, and ran his fingers back down to each
side of her panties. He slowly began to drag them down off of her
hips. As he eased her panties down, the top of Lynette's pubis came
into full view. It was lightly covered with a downy patch of pubic
hair.

	As he continued to pull them down, her pubic hair sprung free
from its cotton covering. Then the dark, curved crevice of her vulva.
Finally, her labial lips came into view. He lowered Lynette's panties
down to the middle of her thighs and stopped, completely exposing her
genitals. They were very tender and petite in their appearance, he
thought; not at all matching her alluring looks and sensual physique.
In fact they looked like they were the genitalia of a seventeen year
old.

	"Oh, Lynette! You have a most exquisite pussy! It's
breathtaking. How does it feel to have a total stranger pull down your
panties and expose your pussy, you bitch?"

	Lynette shuddered in fear as he stared at her exposed vulva.
She then felt him press his fingers into her vulval cleft.

	Lynette shrieked and her body recoiled what little distance it
could move.

	"You can scream all you like. No one can hear you down here.

	"Well, now, it looks like your pussy hair stops right at the
top of your slit. Your pussy is even more beautiful than I had ever
hoped for. Tell me, Lynette. Do you shave your labia for your rich
boyfriends?"

	The man cautiously brought his fingers to her crotch and ran
them gently down the outline of her labial lips. A chill went up
Lynette's spine. He continued to caress them, feeling the incredible
softness of her labia.

	The man then bent over Lynette's exposed genitals and put his
face next to them. He opened his mouth, inserted the tip of his tongue
into the top of her slit and began licking it up and down.

	Lynette screamed, but no one heard.

	Lynette's pussy tasted musky and sweet. His tongue felt its
way down the thin crevice of her vulva to her clitoris and began
probing her fleshy bud. Her inner lips moved about as he lapped away
at her naked vulva.

	Lynette felt her pussy tingle with pleasure and start making
its love juice. The head of her clitoris began to get hard and excited
from his tongue working over it. Lynette couldn't believe that some
complete stranger was licking her pussy against her will.

	"Your pussy tastes wonderful, Lynette. But I want to see the
inside of it."

	The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. He
brought the point of the blade to each opening of her pantyhose and
slit them down the length of each of her legs. He then tore her
pantyhose off. He turned to her panties and sliced open each side. He
grasped her panties and, in one, swift jerk, pulled them off of her
thighs. The lower half of Lynette's body was now completely naked. The
man stood back and stared at Lynette's exposed genitals.

	He then walked to the foot of the table, reached down, and
began turning a crank. Slowly, Lynette felt her legs being forced
apart. The table had a hinge in the middle which allowed it to be split
open in the middle. Lynette felt her legs being spread further and
further apart, opening up her genitals to his inspection. When
Lynette's legs were opened up into a wide V, he stopped turning the
crank. He then walked to the side of the table and began turning
another handle. This time, she felt her knees bending up and away from
her body. Soon, she was splayed out like a woman getting ready to give
birth. He then returned to the foot of the table and looked at
Lynette's sprawled body.

	Lynette's legs were extended wide apart into a "W" and her
genitals were spread open like she was ready for a gynecological
examination.

	"So this is what your gynecologist sees when he gets to
examine your genitals. He certainly is a lucky man, Lynette, for you
to allow him to see you with your legs spread vulnerably wide open
like this. You have a perfect pussy, but you look like a real slut
with your legs spread open. If your fancy boyfriends could only see
you now. Let's take a closer look inside your babied pussy."

	The man brought out a stool, moved it between her legs, and
sat down. Lynette's exposed pussy was now directly in front of him.
Her outer lips had fanned out far apart and revealed her inner labia.
They were a light pink along their inner surfaces. He brought his
hands to her genitals and separated her inner lips, revealing her
narrow vaginal opening. Lynette shrieked repeatedly as she felt his
fingers open her vulva up and begin to explore and probe the interior
of her labia.

	He finally took one finger and slowly inserted up into her
vagina. It was tight and ribbed with muscles. He worked his finger in
and out, collecting her vaginal juices on it. He slowly withdrew it
and licked her come off of it.

	"The inside of your pussy is so soft and warm, Lynette. But
you see, your gynecologist isn't the only one who can use one of
these."

	He lifted up a large vaginal speculum for her to see. She
almost passed out with humiliation when she recognized what it was he
was intending to use on her.

	"Let's see here. Just let me put the end in here... "

	Lynette felt his fingers separate her inner labia and expose
her vaginal opening. Her abdominal muscles tensed up when she sensed
the cold metal of the speculum begin to enter and pry open her vagina.

	He eased the speculum into her captive vagina, working it
around to allow it to penetrate her constricted abdomen.

	"You're doing very well, Lynette. It's almost all the way in.
Just a bit more."

	Lynette's feeling of violation exploded as she felt the cold
speculum slowly invade and then fill the fleshy hollow that was her
vagina. Lynette felt the smooth instrument glide up into the depths of
her abdomen, opening up her intimate flesh for his perverted
inspection. When it was inserted all the way into her, he dropped his
hands from it.

	"Now I'm going to open you up and see what the inside of your
vagina looks like. I've dreamt about this moment for a long time,
Lynette. I've always wondered what the inside of your vagina looked
like. Now I finally get to see deep inside your luxurious pussy."

	With that, the man began to open up the vaginal speculum.
Lynette could feel her vaginal walls begin to separate from one
another, as she felt the cool office air invade her vagina. She felt
her abdomen begin to bloat as the speculum expanded her vagina. When
it was fully opened, he took a flashlight from his pocket and shined
it up into her fully dilated vagina. The skin around the entrance to
her vaginal canal had been stretched until it was smooth and her
vagina was now a perfect circular tunnel.

	Lynette was totally humiliated. Her intimate sexual interior
had been laid completely and totally bare before him.

	"The inside of your vagina is the loveliest shade of pink,
Lynette. Would you like to see what you look like inside your vagina?"

	The man held a mirror up and in it, she could see the end of
the speculum holding her vagina open. In the center of the speculum,
she could see her vaginal walls and cervix. She couldn't believe this
was happening.

	The man then stood up, leaving the speculum fully submerged
deep in her pelvis. He walked over to her side.

	"Now I want to see your breasts."

	He reached down and began unbuttoning her white cotton blouse.
When he had undone the last button, her pulled her blouse apart,
revealing her bra.

	"Very nice, Lynette. I love your expensive taste in bras."

	The man then reached between her breasts and unclasped the
snap. Lynette's bra popped open in his hands. He pulled each cup off
her one at a time, exposing her large, gelatinous breasts to him. Her
areoles were the size of silver dollars.

	"You have gorgeous nipples, Lynette. I would have never
guessed that they were large."

	He reached down and began to pinch each supple nipple. As he
did, Lynette tried to evade him, which made each of her breasts slowly
gyrate around her chest. Gradually, her areoles shrank in diameter and
became wrinkled as they grew tense and rigid from the stimulation they
were receiving.

	"That's very good, Lynette. I want your nipples to be nice and
hard for the next phase of your experiment."

	The man then took the knife again. This time, he slit her
skirt up the side and pulled it off of her body. He then cut her
blouse open and slid it off of her arms. This left her with only her
bra, hanging open from each shoulder. He slit the straps and removed
the pieces from her arms.

	Lynette was now completely naked.

	He stood back and admired her captive, nude body, strapped to
the table, with her legs folded out at right angles, the speculum
still deeply ensconced in her vagina. He returned to the side of the
table and turned the crank handle several more times. This folded her
legs back towards her hips even more, raising her ass up off of the
table. He then walked to the foot of the table.

	Your asshole is just as beautiful as the rest of you,
Lynette. But it looks so tight. I'll have to do something about that."

	He lifted a buttplug up for her to see. Lynette threw her head
back against the table and rocked it side to side, moaning in mute
protestation.

	"Now, now, Lynette. You'll only make this more painful than it
has to be. Just relax and it will slide right in."

	He returned his attention to her newly exposed rectum. He
spread her supple ass cheeks with one hand and brought the plug up to
her wrinkled opening. It was a tight indentation that seemed to lead
nowhere; but he knew better. He started pushing the plug's rounded end
into the dark crevice. Lynette exploded in pain, but the gag muted her
agonized shrieks. He began rotating the plug to assist in its entry.
Her anus reluctantly began to dilate and accept its vile intrusion. He
applied more pressure and the plug gradually snaked deeper into her
bowels. He finally reached the rim of the plug, dilating her asshole
to a diameter of about two inches. Tears of agony rolled down
Lynette's reddened face.

	"That's excellent, Lynette. Now both of your nether orifices
are fully dilated for me. Now it's time for me to give you my mark so
that all of your future lovers will know that your body has been
thoroughly and completely violated."

	Lynette now realized that this ordeal was going to be far
worse than just being raped. It was to be the ultimate experience in
sado-masochistic punishment.

	He untied her hands from the top of the table and attached
them to two ropes that hung from the ceiling. He moved to he wall and
pulled on the other ends, stretching her arms up and away from her
body. Her fleshy breasts rolled into the middle of her chest. He went
to the side of the table and rolled large her nipples once again,
making them hard and erect. Lynette then saw him reach into his pocket
and withdraw two small, golden rings and a long thin needle. She
stared wide-eyed at the needle as he brought it to the upraised cone
of her left nipple. He pushed the sharp tip into her nipple and out
the other side. A tiny drop of blood appeared at the perforation, as
Lynette cried out in absolute anguish. He then removed the needle and
inserted the gold ring into the newly formed hole through her nipple,
and pushed it out the other side. He then moved around the other side
of the table and repeated the procedure on her right breast.

	"Now your breasts have been marked, Lynette. These rings mean
that your breasts will forever be pierced with the sign of
submission."

	He then attached a golden chain to the rings and hooked it to
a small wire hanging from the ceiling. He tightened the wire, pulling
her swollen nipples up from her body. Her areoles were now stretched
into exaggerated, pink cones, with her soft flesh straining not to
tear from her breasts. The man then walked over to a console with
knobs and dials on it. He turned a dial and a jolt of electricity
passed through her nipples into her elongated breasts. Lynette
shrieked in unrelieved agony as the voltage electrocuted her breasts.
Her breasts shook violently from the charge. Small droplets of milk
began to appear at the tips of her nipples. As he increased the
voltage, the drops turned into a trickle and flowed down the rounded
sides of her breasts. A pool of milk formed in the center of her chest
and flowed down into her navel.

	The man walked over to her tortured body and bent down over
her belly. He began to lap at the pool of her breast milk that had
formed there. It was sweet and creamy. He put his finger into the
puddle and brought some of the liquid to her lips.

	"Your breast milk is delicious, Lynette. Here, try some."

	Lynette resisted but the droplets of her breast milk flowed
into the edges of her mouth. Lynette felt like vomiting, but his
movement to the foot of the table drew her attention there.

	"Now that your breasts have been pierced, it is time for me to
mark your nether lips."

	Lynette went into a unbounded spasm of panic and fear. Her
body was being pierced for his pleasure.

	The man eased the speculum from her vagina, but because it had
been in place for so long, her labia remained in a wide O. He felt
around the delicate skin of her inner lips for a suitable spot to
place the nether rings. Lynette screamed no as best she could, but it
was no use.

	He brought the needle to her tender, left inner lip and
inserted it through the thin flesh. Lynette winced in anguish, but the
ring was soon inserted. He placed a similar ring in her other inner
lip. Lynette believed that the ordeal was now over, but she was wrong.

	"Your labia has been marked, Lynette, but the final ring of
pleasure must be positioned properly. To do that, your clitoris must
be erect."

	Lynette now realized that intended to pierce her clitoral
head. It was the most sensitive part of her young body; the pain would
be unbearable.

	The man brought a vibrator over to her genitals and began
rubbing her vulval slit and clitoris. Sudden waves of warmth emanated
from her pelvis, as she tried to fight her impending clitoral
mutilation. She fought the stimulation, but it was no good. She felt
her clitoris becoming erect and engorged with blood. She felt it start
to emerge from the fleshy sheath of her inner labia and become fully
erect with passion.

	"That's very good, Lynette. Your clit is nice and hard. We're
ready to proceed."

	Lynette felt him manipulate the head of her clitoris back and
forth and tried to ready herself for the inevitable pain that would
follow. But nothing could have prepared her for the agony that came
next. He squeezed the head of her clitoris until it stood out from its
meaty foreskin, and plunged the needle right through the center of it.

	Lynette recoiled with pure pain and passed out from the
misery.

	The man placed the ring through the tiny bud of her clitoris
and let it rest against her labia. Her outer labia would never again
close all of the way because the new clitoral ring prevented her
clitoral head from returning to its slot in her fleshy sheath. Her
vulva would remain forever separated and accessible.

	Lynette slowly regained her consciousness and realized once
again where she was. A throbbing pain came from her genitals, as she
remembered what happened.

	"Ah, you're awake again. Let me show you your new clitoral
ring. You will find that you will be capable of great pleasure now,
because your clitoris will always be exposed and accessible to any
stimulation. Just walking down the street will bring on an orgasm for
you."

	The man held the mirror up so that she could see her genitals
in it. Lynette's eyes bulged out in disbelief. Nestled snuggly at the
top of her vulva was a small gold ring, pulling the head of her
clitoris out from beneath her labia. The ring caused an indentation in
the top of her outer labia, as her clitoris tried to withdraw into her
vestibule. At the mid-line, she could see the edges of her two new
labial rings.

	"You will now see what I mean by great pleasure."

	He attached a wire from the ceiling to her clitoral ring and
returned to the control console. Slowly, he turned a dial and voltage
flowed into her clitoris. Lynette arched her back up off of the table
in an uncontrollable spasm of pleasure. Her clitoris vibrated rapidly
from the charge and her labia opened up even wider in response to the
electric stimulation. He increased the voltage as she breathed heavier
and heavier. Lynette finally climaxed, repeatedly pumping her pelvis
off of the table. He continued to apply voltage and Lynette began to
have multiple orgasms, each more explosive than the last. She had no
control over her body. She was being forced to climax again and again.
Sweat rolled off of her naked body as she continued to be forced into
orgasms. Lynette's vaginal opening had expanded into a humid, oval
hole, and a continuous flow of her come flooded out and onto the
table, leaving a sizable puddle.

	After what seemed like 25 or 30 orgasms, the man turned off
the current. Lynette collapsed into an exhausted heap, panting
heavily. He removed the wires and wiped the come off her vulva. Her
entire genital region was red and swollen, inflamed from the vigorous
stimulation she had just received.

	"As you see, Lynette, you will grow to love your new rings.
But your mound is covered in too much pubic hair to fully enjoy the
stimulation. I'm going to shave your pubis now so that your pleasure
as a woman can be complete."

	The man sat at the foot of the table and applied a pile of
shaving cream to Lynette's mons. He spread it into her thick pubic
hair and then wiped his hands off.

	"Now don't move. I wouldn't want to cut anything off down
here."

	The man brought the razor to her rounded pubis and began to
remove her pubic hair. After each swipe, he wiped the razor on a
towel, and repeated the process. Gradually, the smooth, white skin of
her mound became exposed. As he approached the top of her slit, he
pulled each of her labia back to gain access to the few hairs hidden
along the crevice. Finally, he was done. He then applied some oil to
her newly shaven mound and rubbed it in. He stood up and looked.

	Lynette's vulva was as barren and smooth as a ten-year-old
girl's. He lifted the mirror again to allow her to see his work.
Lynette stared at her smooth mound and the rings that now stood out
even more. She almost didn't even recognize her own crotch. It was
mutilated beyond description.

	"Now, Lynette, I'm going to see how well your other bodily
functions work."

	The man took a narrow probe from the console and brought it to
the foot of the table. He sat down and spread the center of her labia,
exposing her urethral opening. It was a tiny pink opening centered in
her vestibule. He took the probe and began inserting it into her pee
hole. Lynette felt a strange, new sensation. No one had ever stuck
anything up there before. It went in about four inches and stopped. He
then took another probe, this one larger, and returned to the table.
He grasped the rounded end of the buttplug and began to twist it
slowly to withdraw it. Lynette's rectal muscles spasmed closed in
agony, but he continued to pull. It popped out and her anus remained
very dilated. He then took the new probe and inserted it into her
asshole before her sphincter could close up again.

	The man went back to the table and started turning several
different dials. Lynette felt her whole abdomen tense up with a new
feeling: like she had to go to the bathroom! The pressure grew and
grew, as the stimulation continued. He saw her reach a certain point
and rushed back to the table. He quickly jerked the two probes from
her abdomen. Suddenly, without control, Lynette began to piss all over
the table. Then a small turd squeezed out of her rectum and landed on
the table. Lynette was crushed with humiliation. She had just been
forced to piss and shit herself in front of a total stranger.

	The man took a small hose and washed down the table, flushing
the contents down a drain. He then took the hose and shoved it up
Lynette's ass.

	"I want it nice and clean in there, Lynette, for my load."

	Water filled her abdomen until she thought she was going to
burst. He roughly pulled the hose from her rectum and water shot out
of her cleansed asshole.

	"It's finally time for me to fuck your bowels, Lynette. I've
been wanting to rape your asshole for a long time and now that time
has come!"

	Lynette shook violently, trying to escape her anal raping, but
it was no good. She was strapped to the table too tightly. He walked
over to the foot of the table and admired the object of his lust: her
tiny, virgin asshole.

	He spread her ass cheeks with one hand and brought his erect
penis up to her anal opening with the other. He placed the head of his
engorged tool at the opening and began to push.

	Lynette screamed with fear as the head began to stretch and
expand her asshole. Her sphincter muscle spasmed with pain, but his
meaty cylinder continued to enter her abdomen. He finally thrust it
all the way in and began to fuck her asshole. He started slowly, but
quickly picked up his pace until he was rapidly pounding his hips into
ass cheeks. Lynette almost passed out again from the ordeal, but each
time she appeared to be going under, he would violently slap her face.

	"Stay awake, you bitch! I want you to feel my cock deep in
your ass. I want you to experience what all women fear the most: being
raped in their ass. I want you to feel the warmth of my come as it
flows deep into your virgin bowels!

	And with that, he exploded inside her. His hot come bathed her
bruised and swollen anal walls. She could feel his swollen penis pump
its fluid deep inside her. Lynette turned her head away and vomited
off the edge of the table. The feeling of her convulsing gut and that
of her tight ass brought him back to full erection.

	"Thanks, Lynette. I was going to be done, but now I can rape
your vagina too!"

	He pulled his cock out of her ass, and in one motion, jammed
the entire length up into her vagina. Lynette choked on her own vomit
as she tried to fight off another round of raping, but he was too
much. He pumped his swollen penis in and out of her vagina, leaving a
foamy coating on the outside of her pussy. This time he took much
longer to come. His penis rubbed the walls of her unlubricated vagina
raw. Blood began to flow from her torn vagina, as he grew tense and
prepared himself to come. He quickly pulled out of her vagina and came
all over her beautiful face, smearing his come into her vomit.

	Lynette had been debased to the extreme. Her vagina and anus
had been raped and violated beyond what she ever dreamed possible for
a woman to stand.

	"I am done with you, Lynette. But remember. Next time you are
with your lover and you see your rings, You will remember this and
what it means to be a raped bitch!