Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: Marion [1/9] (bdsm) Date: 17 Sep 1995 17:06:38 GMT Marion I The night was just beginning and Marion had come to the house that Don had ordered her to get to. "Be there by seven and don't dare be late, and when you get inside go to the second floor and go into the bedroom. Take your panties off and your bra if you're wearing one, keep your skirt on and put your blouse back on after you take the bra off," he had said in a tone of command. Marion looked carefully at the number on the door and was happy to see 77 staring back at her. She imagined that the number would be doubly lucky for her. She reached the knob and found the door unlocked, just as Don had said it would be. She pushed it open and went in to the dimly lit hall. She saw the stairs and climbed up them wondering at each step what would happen to her. She got to the top and looked for the light that Don said would be on in the room she was to use. The room was nicely furnished, French Provincial she thought as she placed her coat on the bed. She noted the full length mirror on the back of the door. She reached up under her skirt and pulled on the elastic of her panties, stretching the waistband and drawing the fabric down over her buttocks and thighs, letting the panties fall to her ankles. She stepped out of them leaving a pool of soft white cloth on the carpet. She unbuttoned the blouse and took it off, then opened the catch of her bra strap and removed the thin band from her breasts. She turned to look at her reflection in the mirror and was pleased to see that her breasts were firm and full, with no sagging and with prominent nipples standing out from the areoles like miniature cocks. As she had been instructed, she put the blouse back on and waited for the next orders to come. As she stood waiting she put her hand under the skirt and rubbed the crisp hairs of her pussy allowing her long fingers to slip in between the lips of the damp opening. Suddenly a voice,slightly metallic in quality, said "You may now come down the stairs to the living room, come right in and go over to the chair you will find in front of the fireplace." She looked around and saw the small speaker attached to the wall and she was sure that it was part of the intercom system of the house. "When you reach the chair lift your skirt and bend over the back of the chair placing your hands on the seat," the voice went on. Marion walked down the staircase and guessed the room to her right was likely the living room. On reaching the bottom step she saw the room door open and she also saw that except for a bright spot light on the chair at the opposite end of the room, the room was in darkness. She was however sure that she could see the vague outlines of a number of bodies in a circular arrangement with the chair just off center. She entered the room, and a shiver came over her as she passed the shadowy figures on her way to the brightly lit straight backed chair. She stopped a foot or two from the chair and put her hands behind her, grabbing at the hem of her grey wool skirt and lifting her hands to well above waist level. In almost the same movement she bent her torso over the chair and gave a little flip to the wool. The combination of her action and gravity left the wool resting on the middle of her back, the cream color of her naked bottom was brushed by the cool air of the room. She felt someone or something come close to her exposed buttocks and she involuntarily clenched the cheeks of her shapely behind tightly together. "Do not tighten the muscles of your bum my dear, it makes it harder to get at the rear opening," said a low menacing voice. With the words she felt a hand on each cheek and felt the strong thumbs near the crevice. The next feeling was one of being opened, as the hands drew apart and the cheeks spread widely. She felt the anus open and was sure that if she was opened any further she would lose all control over her bowel. She felt one of the hands let go and then felt a finger touch the center of her anus. She again clenched her cheeks in a reflex move. The finger became more insistent and probed into the tightened ring. "I said do not clench your ass muscles and I meant it my dear," the voice barked, and the words this time were accompanied by a sharp slap to her left buttock cheek. The slap was the sound, the sensation was more like she had suddenly sat in a tub of scalding water. Heat, of an unbearable nature shot through her only to be followed by a similar sensation on the right side. The hands again spread her cheeks and something larger and in some ways softer than a finger touched her rear opening. She then felt as though she was passing a large stool, only in the opposite direction. She realized that a penis had penetrated her lower bowel and she groaned in discomfort as it drove upwards toward her belly button. Finally she felt the touch of an abdomen on her bottom and knew that she had been impaled by the full length of this organ. Before she was able to think another thought a sensation like that of receiving a warm enema filled her. The penis had discharged its full load of come into her and she felt the already softening cock begin to leave her. There was a soft "pop" as it was withdrawn and she felt some dampness on her cheeks next to the anus, knowing immediately that it was due to the semen now leaking from her. A wet warm towel was handed to her and she was invited to use it to cleanse herself. She reached back and wiped her cheeks and anus and vulva and stayed bent over the chair, awaiting instructions. "Stand up and remove your blouse Marion, show us your breasts," was the command from one of the men. Marion stood as ordered and took off the blouse as she had been told. She again remained in the same position for several moments, sure that someone would tell her what to do next. No words came from the assembled men. Marion was fearful of what this might mean and she was not too terribly surprised to feel some pressure on the nipple of her right breast. At first, she thought that one of the men was pinching her, until the pressure became very painful and she looked to see a clamp hanging from the now erect nipple. Before she could register this completely she felt a similar pressure on the left and a second clamp hung from her. She was conscious of movement and assumed correctly that the men were moving closer to get a good look at the nipple clamps in position. She felt several hands caress her bottom and touch her sex as men moved by her. Being naked and in discomfort from the clamps was bad enough she thought but to have not one word spoken for several minutes was making it worse. She surmised that the silence was meant to add to her discomfort and fear. "You may sit on the chair Marion," she was finally told, and she obeyed with no delay, hoping to gain some strength for the rest of what she was sure was going to be a long night. "Open your mouth Marion, I wish to pay homage to you," a voice suggesting humor said. She sat with her mouth open and felt the velvet firmness of what she knew to be a penis, enter into her, pressing her tongue down as it thrust to the back of her mouth. She tightened her lips around the shaft and felt the man start to move back and forth as he began to fuck her orally. Once or twice she coughed as the head of the penis went to the very deepest and she feared that she would not be able to get her breath. The speed of the rhythmic movements increased and she was sure she could feel the early signs of his coming, the twitching of the organ and the faster movements. Suddenly, her mouth was full to overflowing and some of the thick semen was filling her nose as well as her throat. She was even more greatly afraid that she would strangle. She spluttered and coughed, drawing deep breaths as she was able. She was aware of the soft laughter of the audience, who had found her predicament amusing. Indeed she heard some of them make a pun on the very word, stressing the "dick" syllable. "You have done quite well for your first night as a slave Marion, we have a small ritual that we ask all of our slaves to undergo and we'll get to that next. You may move from the chair to the carpet in front of it," a voice she was certain belonged to Don said. "Once you are on the carpet stretch out on your back" a less friendly voice ordered. She stood up and moved a foot or so in front of the chair and sat on the carpet, the deep pile feeling soft and comforting to her naked backside. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: Marion [2/9] (bdsm) Date: 17 Sep 1995 17:07:23 GMT Marion II Marion sat still only for several seconds and then stretched out on her back as she had been told to do. She was relaxed and under the circumstances quite comfortable, but wondering what the "ritual" was that awaited her. "Pull your knees up to your tummy my dear, and then spread them as wide apart as you can," she was told harshly. She hesitated, knowing that this would leave her completely exposed as far as her sex and anus were concerned. "Do as you have been told or we may need to use some persuasion such as a martinet on you," the same voice demanded. She pulled her legs up toward her abdomen and then spread them widely. She looked down and saw her full bush and below the thick dark hair the division of her vulvar lips, parting with the pose she held. Into the circle of light she saw a hand holding some sort of cup, and then in the other hand entering the pool of light a brush. Before she could sort out what these were, a warm wet sensation developed and she saw a white mound replace the dark thatch that marked her womanhood. "They're going to shave me," she thought, realizing that the white mound looking like melted ice-cream at a birthday party was shaving cream. The hands withdrew into the surrounding darkness and reappeared with one of them holding a razor just like the one her daddy had used - old fashioned and with one long straight blade. The "barber" was surprisingly gentle in his touch, scraping the lather and hair from the outside edges toward the crevice between her lips.She felt the scraping and looked down to see the mound of white lather slowly disappearing from her crotch. At the end of the shave, she had a thin black line on either lip, just as she had when she was twelve years old and developing pubic hair. She was pleased that the "barber" left her looking something like a woman and not like a little girl, with a bald pussy. The hands withdrew from the pool of light and a towel was handed into it to be placed in her hands. "You may cleanse yourself with this my dear," the now almost familiar voice said. She took the towel and found that it was warm to the touch. She rubbed the recently shaved area and felt the smooth area of the shaven lips and the still crisp hair left in the thin line on either side of the crevice. "Get up now and turn to face the chair. Then bend toward the seat. Place your hands on the cheeks of your bottom and pull them apart- wide apart, we want to see your asshole!" she was commanded by the voice. She stood and turned as ordered, and she bent forward to jut her bum out and placed each hand behind her with the fingers just at the edge of the crack and pulled firmly. The cheeks spread and she was aware of the feel of the cool air of the room on her anus. "Keep spread open like that, and don't try to close on the plug being inserted or we will need to punish you," the voice went on. She felt a finger touch her anus and something cool and wet feeling was on the skin of the opening. She braced herself for what she was sure was to follow, and next felt the hard rounded tip of a butt plug entering her in a slow but steady rate. "Don't let this out until you are told to remove it, or you will be severely punished by a whipping. In fact, it may be of some use to give you a sample of the martinet now," a harsher voice stated. She felt what seemed like the sting of hundreds of wasps across her buttocks as the many tailed martinet made contact with her soft flesh. "That is only a sample of what will be yours if you don't follow our instructions exactly," fell on her ears as the blow fell on her behind. " Sit down now on the chair, and be prepared to offer homage to those who are your betters," a voice again sounding like Don ordered. She rested her still stinging bum on the seat of the chair and felt the coarse fibers of the upholstery sticking into the sore flesh. In addition she felt the pressure of the butt plug, forced by her sitting position further into her bowel. "This is for you to honor," she heard as an erect penis was placed at her mouth. She glanced up, hoping to see the face of the man, but saw only the bright spot light almost directly overhead, masking the features of the man and allowing her only the shadowy impression of the owner of the hard-on now pressing against her lips. For the second time that evening she was almost choked, by the sheer size of this cock and by the volume of come that was discharged into her mouth. She also felt considerable pain in both nipples as the man held the attached clamps tightly as he came. For the next several minutes she was presented with an array of erect cocks, varying in size and with some circumcised and some not. Each entered her waiting mouth and each left its load of semen. Not every man pulled on the nipple clamps,but enough did so that she was extremely sore and very glad to hear the voice of Don telling her that this part of the proceedings had come to an end. She was left sitting and with come dripping from her nose and mouth from the deluge. She felt something placed in her hand and looked to see a glass of clear liquid. She was sure that it would turn out to be the other fluid emanating from penises, and was pleasantly surprised to hear, "You may find this wine helps to cleanse your palate my dear." The cool dry taste of the wine washed the inside of her mouth and throat and she felt the warmth of the alcohol spreading in her stomach. The intermission was to be short lived as even before she finished the glass of wine, she was instructed to stand and turn to face the chair. "Now my dear, deliver to us the butt plug that has been in place for the last few minutes." She was shocked at the instruction and had felt that eventually the plug would be pulled out by one of the men. "Just bear down as though you were in the bathroom trying to move your bowels," she was advised. She bent her knees slightly, and began to bear down, spreading her legs as wide apart as she had when the plug was inserted. The plug was tightly inside of her anus and she had to strain greatly to get it to even start moving. The men could see her anus dilate as she pressed down with her abdominal muscles. The rounded black plug bulged out of the muscular ring and slowly exited her. Marion was aware of considerable pain as the anus opened widely to extrude the plug. She was sure that when it left, it would be followed by her bowel contents, and she was in fear of that happening. It had been years since anyone had been with her during a bowel movement. In fact she had been a very little girl and it had been her mother who had been present during that most personal and private act. The plug suddenly popped out as the widest part had cleared the brown ring of muscle. To her very great relief, the sphincter closed tightly after the passage of the plug and no embarrassing aftermath followed. "The plug should have loosened you up a bit, and it will be easier to enter you by the rear opening now. Stay standing and slightly bent forward while we make use of your ass in a variety of ways," the now dreaded voice said. She felt hands again at her rear aperture and was very aware that her anus was being examined after her cheeks had once again been spread apart. She was filled by a digit that she was sure was a thumb, and almost at the same time a finger entered her vagina. "I call this my bowling ball hold," the voice said with a hint of laughter. Marion was sure she would be torn apart as the hand filling both of her lower openings lifted her practically off of her feet. Then the lifting ended and the finger and thumb were pulled nearly out and reinserted in a rhythmic manner which felt good. Before she reached full sexual arousal from the moving hand, it was withdrawn and she was left bent over in front of the chair. Her breathing continued at a rapid rate for some moments and then assumed a normal cadence. "The slave can rest for a short time," was announced suddenly, and Marion turned and sat down on the chair. The bright light continued to blind her from seeing outside of the circle of light, but she was certain that at least five men were in the room. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: Marion [3/9] (bdsm) Date: 17 Sep 1995 17:08:44 GMT Marion III Marion sat and thought of the events that had occurred since she entered the house, only it seemed hours ago. She had been stripped or rather she had been ordered to strip, she had been smacked, she had been shaved, she had been taken anally, she had had a butt plug inside and had to move it out on command. She had several cocks discharge into her mouth and had wondered if she would be able to breathe while her mouth and throat were filled by come and by the source organ. She had nipple clamps placed on her and indeed they were still hurting her on both sides. She was wondering what more would likely happen during the course of the night. She was in the midst of these musings when she was told brusquely to stand and turn to once again face the chair. She did as instructed and felt hands on her shoulders forcing her to bend over. She found herself bent to face the seat of the chair and her torso was parallel to the floor. Her bottom cheeks were spread by hands on either cheek pulling in the opposite direction. She felt something harder than, but no larger than a finger at the opening. This foreign object entered the anus and kept pushing until she was sure it would burst her bowel. The pressure continued and the object kept moving further and further into her. "This is a colonic tube my dear, this is an enema you won't forget very quickly," the voice explained as the tube went on its way to the full depth. Marion moaned softly as the tube moved into her to about three feet and she moaned a bit more loudly as the water started to flow under some pressure into her bottom. She felt her bowel cramp and start to try and reverse the flow and the discomfort made her moan and cry out at the operator of the device to stop and let her get used to the feeling gradually. The relentless inflow continued and she was sure she would blow up before the enema was finished. Almost as suddenly as it had started, the Niagara ceased flowing into her bowel and she was relieved to have a moment to accommodate to the feeling of being filled to the bursting point. "Relax my dear the tube is now going to be removed," she was warned and sure enough she could feel the long slender tube leaving her asshole an inch at a time. As it was slowly withdrawn, she could feel the movement in parts of her abdomen as well as the anus. "Don't let any of the fluid leak out my dear or we will punish you most severely," she was told, but the urge to move her bowels was almost beyond her capacity to control. She squeezed her bottom cheeks tightly together in an effort to keep any liquid inside. She was fearful of having another meeting with the martinet if she should prove unsuccessful. "Stand up and walk around the chair, so we can see your level of control." the voice said. Marion stood straight and took a tentative step, but found it very hard to keep her cheeks squeezed tightly as she tried to walk. Try as she might the swinging of her legs in walking movement relaxed the tension of her buttocks and allowed the load of water to press down into her rectum and press on the now loosened ring. She followed her orders and circled the chair, and in spite of herself she allowed some of the contained water to pass to the outside where it moistened her bottom and upper thighs. She felt herself forced to a sitting position and discovered that she had been pushed down onto a portable toilet, consisting of a standard seat placed on a wooden frame and with a plastic bag to both catch the "material" and to allow the action to be observed. As soon as she looked down she could tell the purpose of the plastic and she blushed to think that she was to be observed emptying her bowel. "Since you can't hold it in my dear you might as well let it out," she heard as the liquid left her in a rush of sound, of water under some pressure. She was somewhat dismayed to hear the escape of some gas as the last of the fluid was expelled. She was then handed a piece of toilet paper and told to "wipe yourself my dear." Marion was next told to stand up and bend back over the back of the chair placing her hands on the seat. She was sure that this was to present her naked butt to the martinet, as she had been warned while the colonic tube was inside. The first of several smacks of the multi-thonged instrument landed on the left cheek of the ample and shapely bottom. She yelled out at the pain and in moments was screaming for the beating to stop. She began shaking her body in a futile attempt to stop the pain by perhaps in some way getting her behind out of the path of the thin cords. She succeeded only in getting some of the blows on the upper part of her thighs and once or twice she felt a twinge of pain on the lips of her vulva as the lash found its way to that tender spot. "You will feel the martinet on your pussy soon enough my dear, you don't have to turn like that just yet," she was told, and the words gave her some fear of what might follow. "You may lie on the floor on your back now, for the next part of your adventure." This time she was sure that it was Don who spoke,but the tone of the voice was new to her. "OH! MY GOD,THAT HURTS!" she heard herself scream, after placing herself on her back on the carpet. The scream was in response to the searing pain that struck her on the lips of her vulva. One of the strands of the martinet had landed full on her, in the direct center of her sex. "You will feel that again and again for the next little while my dear, we are going to see that your pussy gets the same attention as your bottom did." the voice announced. For several agonizing minutes, Marion was only able to scream in pain as the lash fell with regularity on the lips. When the strokes stopped the pain continued as though the martinet was in use still. After what seemed many minutes the pain subsided to a generalized warmth, extending from the surface to the depth of her vagina. She felt something move around her mouth and she opened her eyes, which she had been tightly clenching closed in her agony. She saw an erect penis inches from her mouth and approaching quickly. "Take comfort from this !" she was told and she opened her mouth to admit the hardened organ. At the same time her legs were pulled widely apart and another hard penis approached her nether lips and penetrated at almost the same time her mouth closed around the velvet smooth head of the penis at her head. She suddenly felt the nipple clamps twist and give her severe pain on both sides of her chest, and then as suddenly she felt the clamps released and the pressure and pain were replaced by the pleasant feeling of a mouth kissing her breasts and gently sucking on the now fully erect nipples. The two penises inside her, were pumping like the pistons of a race car engine and she was sure that both were nearing orgasm. The early twitchings of the penis in her mouth heralded the arrival of the final stage of orgasm, and sure enough her mouth was filled with the warm, somewhat salty tasting semen of the man at her head. While she fought to get her breath, partially choking as she swallowed as quickly as possible the liquid, the penis in her vagina discharged in torrents of warmth. She felt several hands touch her body and she was turned over to find herself face down on the carpet. More hands spread her buttock cheeks and yet another penis ( or so she assumed ) entered her anus. She recognized quickly that it was indeed a penis and she was being vigorously ass-fucked. The man inside at this opening was quick to ejaculate, and Marion found herself with semen coming out of her vagina, her mouth and nose and her anus at the same time. The penetrations and ejaculations had been so rapid, that she had little opportunity to become aroused in any sexual way from them. "You may get your clothes on and go back upstairs to get the remaining garments, do not come back downstairs until you hear us leave. Slaves do not have the privilege of seeing their Masters just yet," she heard. Marion put her blouse and skirt on, still prevented by the bright lights from seeing into the room. She walked to the door, now opened to the corridor beyond and left the room where she had been so abused and used. She climbed the stairs and re-entered the bedroom to retrieve her bra and panties. She took her blouse off and as she put the bra on she saw how red and sore her nipples were from the tight clamps she had worn for so long in the evening. The cloth bra rubbed the sensitive tissue and she felt her sore nipples erect. She found the bathroom and used one of the washcloths and towels to wash the semen from her buttocks and her vulva, and then pulled the panties over the still sore flesh of her bottom. When she came downstairs she looked into the living room and saw that the only furniture was the chair that she had been on or near. She left the house wondering what her next adventure as a new slave might be, and when it might occur. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: Marion [4/9] (bdsm) Date: 17 Sep 1995 17:09:36 GMT Marion IV Marion was home and in her favorite armchair. It was several days after her first experience at the house that Don had directed her to. She was still sore around the nipples and her bottom was also sore in one or two areas. Her pussy was still very tender where the martinet had struck at the very center of her sex. She had noticed the pain when she had been in her bathtub slowly and luxuriously rubbing her lips and seeking the clitoris. The pressure on the soft lips reminded her in the burst of pain of the agony of the other night. She had not heard from Don since she had been at the house and she was eager to hear something and to learn if possible, of the opinion of the men who had enjoyed her. She had settled in the chair to read some erotic literature, although she was convinced that no work of fiction could surpass the adventure she had begun as a slave the group of men. She thought it strange that she knew only Don to be a member, and she was unsure how many others. "Were there four others besides Don?" she said to herself. "Was it Don that ass fucked me or was it one of the others?" she further questioned. She cast her mind back to her relationship with Don and could not actually recall having had anal sex with him. She felt fairly sure that he had not been one of those who had placed his penis in her mouth. She was sure that she would have recognized his organ by shape and size, and that her experience with him made the likelihood of knowing the feel of him in her vagina. She was quite curious to have her impressions confirmed or otherwise. As she sat thinking of these things, the phone rang and she quickly picked it up, "Hello." "Be ready to be picked up in half an hour, I'll be there with my car. Take off your panties if you're wearing any before I get there," Don said in a brusque manner. He went on, "We'll drive to a little spot in the country, the other members want us to be where no neighbors will be bothered if there is noise." Marion felt herself tense when she heard the last phrase, fearful that the noise might involve her. She went to the bedroom and opened the closet. She picked a soft wool skirt, wanting something smooth against the skin of a bared bottom, especially one that was still tender in spots from her last adventure with Don and his friends.She put on a bra that fastened in the front, so that she could get it off in a hurry and without awkward moves if she was ordered to remove it. It was about ten minutes later when she heard the doorbell and she went to the door and opened it. To her surprise, Don had with him a young man, she was sure on seeing him that he wasn't more than seventeen or so years old. She wondered if he had been one of the men at the house the other night. "Lift your skirt, so we can be sure you haven't any panties on !" she was ordered. Marion paused a moment, feeling some embarrassment at the thought of this young boy seeing her without underwear. "No need to worry about Lyle seeing your pussy, he not only saw it, he was in it up to his balls," Don said, answering the unasked question. Marion lifted her skirt and the two men saw the dark hair of her pussy and as she turned in front of them, they saw the still sore looking bottom cheeks. "Very good Marion, it is good you have followed our instructions because the penalty would be severe and your ass is already sore enough looking," she was told as she dropped her skirt and joined Don and Lyle in the car. She was offered a seat in the back of the car and she took them up on the offer and entered. The drive into the country was pleasant, the car was smooth and quiet, and she was not bothered for conversation during the trip. She had not paid much attention to the conversation between Lyle and Don, but from time to time the words ass, cunt, tits, fuck and suck" drifted to her in the rear of the car. She assumed they were discussing the various "amusements" that would face her when she arrived at the destination. The car turned onto a lane leading she discovered to the shore of a lake; the pine trees grew almost to the water and sheltered the cabin she suddenly saw in front of the car. She noticed two other cars parked at the side of the cabin and knew that they were not going to be alone. "Get out Marion and go into the cabin we will come in a few minutes," Don said. The inside of the cabin was surprisingly luxurious, with thick piled rugs and very modern looking furniture, including an ottoman in front of the fireplace. She went into one of the bedrooms, and looked at the large double bed and the mirrors on the walls and ceiling. She was sure that the room was not just for sleeping. She went back into the large room that seemed to serve as both living, and dining area and stood looking out the large window to the lake. The view was fantastic with the water and trees. She hoped to have a chance to swim. Don and Lyle entered the cabin and told her to go into one of the bedrooms and strip completely. She hesitated only for a moment, and Don looked as though he was ready to take his belt off and apply it. He had only moved his hand to the waist, but Marion recognized the threat and quickly took off her blouse, bra and skirt. Her nipples erected immediately as the cool air made contact with them. "Go to the front of the cabin and go out on the porch, the others will meet you there," Lyle said, looking at the firm breasts and the nipples and all but licking his lips at the sight. As her buttocks undulated with her steps to the front door Lyle found his attention drawn to the pert cheeks and the wisps of dark hair visible as she walked. Marion stepped on to the porch and found four men, dressed in bathing suits that left nothing to the imagination as far as their cocks were concerned. She was sure that all four of them had hard-ons thrusting the fabric of the scant suits out in many colored bulges. "Come here Marion!" one of them ordered," and bend over the railing of the porch, then reach behind yourself and spread your cheeks apart." She felt the hard but smooth wood of the railing press on her stomach as she followed the instructions, and she placed her hands on each cheek and pulled apart. She could feel the anus partially open as her cheeks were spread. She heard some movement behind her and felt the head of a penis insert itself. She drew in a deep breath as the shaft of the penis followed the head into the depths of her bowel. Just as quickly she felt the penis withdraw and she looked back over her shoulder to see the young boy Lyle, his bathing suit off, wiping his erect penis with a washcloth. She was impressed with the size of his organ and realized that it was being prepared to reenter her after cleansing. She was grateful that this precaution was being taken, having read of the dangers of moving from anal to vaginal sex without washing. She stopped her musing at the landing of a severe slap on the left buttock, and she heard, "Turn your face away Marion and stay bent over the railing with your cheeks spread." She looked ahead of herself and watched the surface of the lake. She next felt a hand roughly touch the lips of her vagina, and spread them slightly as the fingers searched for her clitoris, and finding it rubbed it to arousal. The lips were further spread by a massive penis that she was sure belonged to Lyle and a steady pumping action began. The organ filled her vagina to the point of being almost painful, but the sensation was far from pain as her passions mounted in response to the rhythmic strokes. As she moved toward orgasm, the penis was suddenly withdrawn and she felt a great sense of disappointment at failing to achieve climax. She was aware of a shower of warm liquid falling on her buttocks and upper thighs as the penis left her and was certain that the man had not failed to reach the end of his orgiastic experience. "Slaves are here today to satisfy not to be satisfied!" she was told as some cloth was applied to the wet spots on her skin. Marion was still looking at the lake and had not turned to look at the gathered men on the porch since the earlier smack on the ass. She stood awaiting the next commands to her as the slave of the day, and hoping that she would be allowed to reach orgasm when next stimulated in that direction. Little did Marion anticipate the sensations that came to her across her lower back and then across both buttocks. She felt sharp, hot and brief flashes of excruciating pain falling in rapid sequence on her flesh. She turned to see what was happening. What she saw was Lyle snapping a bath towel, obviously wet,at her bottom and back. One or two of the others decided that this was the thing to do for the moment and she was attacked by the wet and painful ends of three towels. She was soon hopping from one foot to another and screaming for the onslaught to stop. As she danced in agony one of the towels struck directly on her vulva and the pain dropped her to her knees. She clasped her hands to the crease in the hope of protecting herself from another such blow. For the immediate instant the towels stopped flying at her while the men waited for the pain to subside a little. Marion knelt crying and holding both hands in her crotch. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: Marion [5/9] (bdsm) Date: 17 Sep 1995 17:10:23 GMT Marion V Marion knelt on the porch still holding both hands over her aching crotch. The pain was ebbing and she felt her strength recovering. "Get up slave or we'll hit your cunt again," an angry voice demanded of her and again, "Up right now or you get the wet towel snapped at your snapper." the same voice repeated the threat. Marion stood up and for the first little while she kept her hands covering thin black line of hair that marked her vulvar crease. "Take your hands away from your pussy slave, we like to see the cracks of our women on display," and to emphasize the command a sharp slap landed on her buttocks. She quickly moved her hands to a position at her sides. "Let's go down to the boat house and have a look at what we could do there." one of the men suggested and Don, Lyle and two of the others led Marion off of the porch and down a short path to a two level boat house. The slips for the boats were on the water level and what looked like a guest apartment was on the second floor. "Go up the stairs Marion and we'll be right behind you. In fact it is a real pleasure to follow you upstairs and watch your bottom cheeks move up and down as you climb, it also gives a great view of your crotch," Don said as he prepared to follow directly behind her. The second floor was indeed a guest area, but not quite what Marion had expected. In the middle of a large room was a table with restraining ropes at each corner and a piece of the middle cut out to leave a circular opening at not quite the center of the table. At one end were stirrups like one saw on the examining tables in the doctor's office. Marion felt a bit frightened at the sight and was unsure what the implication might be, but was vaguely aware that it would be in some way uncomfortable. Hanging from the ceiling was a wooden swing seat, suspended by two lengths of rope and set off to one side of the table. On the other side of the table was a single rope with a leather strap attached to it, the exact purpose or use, foreign to Marion's experience. She was not to wait long for some knowledge of what the different things were for, as she was told "Go to the rope hanging from the ceiling Marion and hold on to it.One of us will fasten the strap around your wrists so that you can't move from the rope." Marion was afraid not to follow the orders and she walked over to the rope and reached up to grasp it with both hands. It was a bit higher than she had at first estimated and she had to get up on her toes to grab the rope. She held on tightly as Don, Lyle and one of the others fastened the leather strap around her wrists. She then felt herself lifted about three inches as the rope was pulled toward the ceiling. She felt her leg muscles almost cramp at the strain of standing on her absolute tip-toes. She attempted to relieve some of the discomfort by letting her arms hold all her weight, but soon found that this was just as uncomfortable. "This should warm you up a little Marion, at least it will warm your butt." she heard as the words were closely followed by a series of smacks delivered to the naked cheeks by what she was sure was a ping-pong paddle. The blows fell on each cheek in sequence and in a predictable rhythm of left, right center, left, right center. She yelled and cried out and danced up and down from toe to toe and then to hanging from her wrists as she tried to rest her leg muscles. The paddling lasted about five minutes and she was screaming for them to stop by the time the first minute had ended. When the final smack had landed and she was aware that it had, for the time being stopped, she hung from the rope and wept, letting her feet touch the floor and sharing the burden between the wrists and her screaming legs. She thought that hours had passed, rather than the few minutes since the ass paddling had stopped. The time seemed much longer because of the pains in her ass and legs and arms, tiring from the hanging position she maintained. Just as she was sure she wouldn't last another second, Lyle lowered the rope and she was able to stand with her feet solidly on the floor. The relief was fantastic, and immediately she had no pain in the legs or arms and the only discomfort was in her butt. "Move over to the table Marion, and get up on it, stay on your back for the time being," Don instructed her. The rope attached to her wrists was undone and she walked the short distance to the table and with her back to it placed her hands on the edge and lifted herself onto it. She wriggled until she felt the circular opening under her buttocks and then relaxed, sure that further instructions would follow. "Place your legs in the stirrups," Don said and she obeyed almost at once. The cold metal of the stirrups was uncomfortable to the backs of her knees and the sensation sent shivers through her body. She felt the stirrups move and her legs parting widely until she felt she was as exposed as she possibly could be. Don approached the foot of the table and Marion was sure he carried a dildo in one hand and something similar in the other. "These will keep you occupied for now until we wish to fill you with some other objects," she was told. The words were accompanied by fingers at her vaginal opening, rubbing and stroking her clitoris, arousing her quickly and leading to moisture at the aperture. As soon as she was seen to moisten, the dildo was thrust into her vagina and she then felt something pressing at her anus and entering her lower bowel to fill her rectum. She felt her anal ring tighten around a hard circular object and she realized that a butt plug had been inserted. Lyle suddenly climbed up on the table and straddled her chest. She looked at him and saw that he was not only stark naked but that he had a firm looking hard-on. He slid up on the table so that his penis was at her mouth and pressed it to the lips and into her mouth and down her throat to the point that she was sure she would choke. The dildo in her vagina was in fact a vibrator as was the plug in her butt and as Lyle began to pump his cock into her mouth and throat the two vibrators were turned on. She was aware of erotic sensations from three openings at once and she was in spite of herself mounting in pleasurable feelings. To assure that she was brought off properly, Don was rubbing her clitoris as the mechanical stimulators did their jobs. Marion was at the point of yelling at her orgasm when Lyle ejaculated into her throat and she found herself choking on the come that filled her to overflowing. Lyle withdrew his cock and Marion was able to cough and spit until she could breathe more comfortably, and her breathing was rapid in response to her orgasm, induced by the two vibrators and the constant rubbing of her clit. Marion looked up at Lyle, who sat straddling her chest, his now soft cock hanging down limply between her breasts. He was smiling in satisfaction and she looked around him to see Don who was between her legs his hand just out of her line of vision but she was sure it was just at her vaginal lips, the stimulation of her clit now over. The vibrators were slowly pulled out, first the anal plug, which exited with some pain as the sphincter was dilated to allow it to leave, and with a pop as it left completely. Then the vaginally placed dildo was pulled out and it came out easily, its leaving made easy by the copious moisture produced by her orgasm. No sooner had the dildo been taken out than she felt it replaced by what she was sure was the real thing. As she looked down the table to her wide spread legs she saw Don, his erect penis in his hand, placing the head of it at her opening and she felt him enter to the hilt. She was sure that he had entered as deeply as possible when she felt his pubic hair brush against her vulvar lips. She was quick to rouse toward orgasm again, with the pumping action of Don and the feeling of his organ thrusting into her depths and then withdrawing to the point of leaving, only to plunge again into her vagina. He came with a yell of satisfaction and she allowed herself a soft moan of pleasure at the completion of the fuck. She was again empty of objects, real or artificial and as she lay on the table the stirrups were moved so that her legs came together, allowing some slight degree of relative modesty. Lyle came to the foot of the table and helped her to remove her legs from the stirrups and she was aware how relaxing it felt to have her legs flat on the table for a change. "You can have a brief rest slave," she heard Don say and she breathed a sigh of relief at the announcement. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: Marion [6/9] (bdsm) Date: 17 Sep 1995 17:11:11 GMT Marion VI Marion was on the table getting her breath back after the vibrators and the real thing had been removed from her cavities. She was still aroused from the action that had taken place on the table only minutes ago. "Put your legs back in the stirrups Marion," she was told and she hastened to obey the voice. She felt the stirrups move again and she knew that she was being opened to the gaze of the men who came to the edge of the table. She felt something wet on the lips of her vulva and looked down to see white foam, and she smelled the slightly medicinal odor of shaving cream. Don came to stand between her legs and he held in his hand a razor which he quickly applied to her and began stroking the remaining hair from her pussy. When the shave was complete she was suddenly overcome with a feeling of pain on the skin of her crotch. She recognized that some liquid had been poured on her lower abdomen and Don was rubbing it into the just-shaven area. "This is as good as after shave, and it will stop you from having any infection from the shave. It's rubbing alcohol and be thankful that we're not going to set it on fire," Don said with a laugh, as though it was a great joke. Marion took in a deep breath and worked very hard to contain herself and keep from yelling out, partly from the pain of the alcohol and partly from her fear that they might set her afire. "Sit up now Marion and make sure that your ass is over the opening in the table," another voice, this time Lyle's, commanded. She sat upright and moved a little so that her buttocks were centered over the circular opening. She was aware of someone getting under the table and she knew what the purpose of the table cut out was. She felt fingers at her bottom and felt the cheeks spread apart. A cool smooth object touched at her anus and she recoiled from the contact. "Keep still Marion or you will again feel the martinet on your ass. Better that you stay still and feel the dildo up your ass," she heard as she settled back down to absorb the entrance of the foreign object into her. As she sat on the table and felt the dildo enter completely, it began to vibrate with a forceful low frequency buzzing. After five or six minutes she was opened at the anus by having her cheeks painfully spread and by having what felt like thumbs placed on her where the skin of her buttocks met the brown ring of her asshole. As pressure was put on the thumbs she felt the dildo begin to exit, and as the thumbs released, the sensation was like that of evacuating her bowels, except this "motion" was buzzing as it left her. She felt fingers again, this time at the lips of her vagina and these were opened widely. The person under the table was far from gentle and she let out an involuntary yelp of discomfort. The next sensation was one of stinging at her urethra and she knew that the man under the table was placing something into her. She surmised that she was having a catheter inserted into her bladder and this was confirmed when she felt her bladder empty without any effort or desire on her part. The feeling of emptiness was short lived as she felt the flow of fluid into the just cleared bladder. She quickly had the sensation of needing to go to the bathroom badly. "Keep your bladder full, Marion. If you let anything leak out we will have to punish you," a new voice commanded. She suddenly felt another sensation and was aware that a nozzle was being stuck into her anus and again the flow of water or some fluid was into her body. The full sensation was hard to accept when added to the full bladder and she was sure that if she so much as moved a muscle, she would lose control and let go from both overfilled areas. "Get up Marion and walk around a bit, be careful not to let go from either your bowel or bladder, or it will be necessary to discipline you," Don now told her. She moved her legs to the edge of the table and sat with them hanging over for a brief pause. She then slowly lowered her feet to the floor and stood upright. The force of gravity pulled at the fluid in her body and she had to squeeze her sphincters tightly to keep both apertures from letting the liquid reach the outside. A light slap landed on her bottom, and she was told to start walking around the table. Each step was agony as she had to be extremely careful not to let her legs move too far at a time. The end result was in a series of almost "mincing" little steps, which caused her breasts to jiggle up and down in rhythm to her footsteps. "Walk like a grown woman Marion, not some simpering kid, take regular steps and go around the table again," she was told. She stepped out in her normal gait and as her rear placed foot moved forward in her stride, she felt her vulva get moist as the bladder let go a little of the contained water. At this hint of a deluge to follow, Marion just let both sphincters relax and the floor beneath her was covered as she rained down two vigorous showers. She was certain that she could hear laughter from the men as she stood, with water pouring down from her urethra and her anus. "Marion you have disobeyed the orders to contain the water in both your bladder and bowel and the floor is a mess. Take this towel and dry the floor and then we'll see what the proper punishment may be," Lyle told her. Marion knelt with the towel she had been handed and made an effort to dry the puddles that she had left on the floor. She was aided and abetted in this task by being slapped on the bottom and back with the martinet. The blows were light and did not hurt Marion but did serve to hasten her work rate. She finished the job and stayed on the floor in a kneeling position. She was hesitant to move for fear of drawing more slaps on the back and backside. "Marion get on your feet and stand at the side of the table. Before the punishment we think you need to be fucked. Bend over the edge of the table and spread your legs apart," Don said to her. Marion did as instructed and bent forward to rest her upper torso on the table, spreading her feet about two feet apart. The effect was to slightly part the cheeks of her bum and reveal the lips of her vulva at the lower end of the crevice. She felt one of the men at her back, rubbing the lips of her lower "mouth" and soon after the initial touch of fingers she felt what she was certain was a cock thrusting its way into her vagina. The thrusts were forceful and deep enough that she could feel the pubic hair of the man against the skin of her bottom, and flattening the cheeks as he reached the depths of her. The stroking was regular and at first slow, gathering speed and ferocity as the man rose toward orgasm. She felt the twitching of the embedded cock and knew that the ejaculation was about to happen. She was close to her own climax and was breathing quickly and in a shallow manner as she thrust back against the body at her rear. She let out a slight yell, almost a scream as the jet of semen washed against her cervix and she rammed back in a spasm of passion as she orgasmed. She felt the penis leave her vagina and almost immediately she felt a hard nozzle enter her vagina and the warm fluid of a douche rushed in and then out as the douche was removed from her. She thought that this was a very good move on the part of the men using her today, as the cleansing douche would lower any chances of contracting any infection from her masters. "Move over to the swing Marion and place yourself face down over the seat. We'll fasten you in the position we want you in, and then we can get on with your just desserts for losing the control of your sphincters," Lyle demanded. Marion stood up and walked around the table to reach the swing, suspended from the ceiling and looking for all the world like it was at a child's playground. She knew however that it was not likely to be fun as other swings had been in the past. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: Marion [7/9] (bdsm) Date: 17 Sep 1995 17:11:58 GMT Marion VII Marion stood looking at the seat of the swing. It was different from any swing seat that she had ever seen. The seat was padded and covered with what looked like velvet in a dark maroon color. The seat looked almost inviting to her but in some way foreboding. "Place yourself over the seat, resting your abdomen on the seat, and reach down and grab your ankles," she was told. Marion leaned forward and placed her belly on the seat, her belly button marking about the center of the soft padded seat. She reached down and to the back grabbing her ankles, her body forming a rounded V and the posture accentuating the curves of the bottom. She saw Don approaching her from the rear, and was amused to watch him upside down in her vision. She saw a small length of cord in his hand and wondered what it was for, guessing that she was about to be bound in some way. She was correct in this speculation, the cord was wound around her wrists and ankles and tied securely. She was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable with the blood running to her head from the upside down position. She was in a few minutes to regard this small discomfort as a most desirable feeling. "You should have kept the water inside your bladder until we told you to relieve your self Marion. The same goes for the water in your bowel. You didn't do it so now you pay the price," Don said as he finished the knots in the cord. She could see movement behind Don and soon saw two pair of legs approaching and as they got closer to her swing, she could see that one pair belonged to Lyle, the other to one of the men she had no name for. She looked at the upside down scene and shook in fear, when she sighted in the hands of one, a large, fraternity paddle. "We are going to give you a swing Marion, only instead of pushing you we will get you going by smacking your ass with the paddle," Lyle told her, she thought, with some smirking humor. She could hear the whistle of the paddle as it moved toward her naked ass at high speed and she felt the extreme heat of its impact at the same time she felt tremendous pain. The impact of the blow caused her to swing slightly forward and as the swing reversed direction and she moved back, another blow landed on her bottom sending the swing again in a forward direction. The timing and strength of the blows were such that in seconds she was swinging in a large arc, as large almost as if they had pushed her in the normal way. Her swinging was accompanied by her loud cries as the pain of the paddling was increasing in proportion to the amplitude of the swinging motion. The men standing at her back, were watching her swinging and also the alternate squeezing and relaxing of her buttocks giving one moment a thin line and at the next a gaping valley revealing her anus and her now naked vulva. The beating ceased and she was left to swing to and fro, until the laws of physics brought the swing to rest. Her bottom cheeks were sore and hot for quite a while after the punishment stopped and she cried quietly as she hung over the stilled seat. She saw Lyle upside down standing at her back and felt his hands on the cord holding her wrists and ankles together. He undid the knot and she was invited to stand up. She found that her legs were just a bit unsteady after such a time in her bent over posture. As she stood, she grabbed one of the swing ropes for support and held it until the unsteadiness left. "That should teach you to obey us Marion, we will give you a rest for the time being. Perhaps you would like to have a short swim in the lake?" Don invited. She walked down the stairs to the boat level of the building and stood on the deck looking at the water and thinking of the cooling effect of a swim. Her musing was short lived and she suddenly was flying through the air to land in a loud belly flop on the surface of the water. "See how the water is Marion," said Don, having given her a strong push, " it was time you got wet." Marion took a few strong strokes out from the dock and did a graceful surface dive, her round and wet buttocks breaking the still surface of the lake as her legs followed the cheeks under the water. She came up blowing the air from her lungs in a brief imitation of a walrus or whale and she swam slowly back to the dock. She saw Don, Lyle and the two other men dive in and swim out to meet her. She suddenly felt herself pulled under the water by strong arms and she stayed limp for a moment, thrashing the water as her need for air got increasingly urgent. Just as she was sure she would have to take in water she found herself able to get her head into the air and suck in a deep breath, but before she could fill her lungs to capacity, she again was yanked downward into the cool water where hands grabbed at her breasts and between her legs. She twisted and turned to avoid the grasps, using up more oxygen in the process, leading to more panic at the thought of not being able to get air. Once again at the very last moment she was allowed to stick her head above water and gasp in a lungful. She realized that this was becoming a game with overtones of the same kind of sadism that she had experienced on the table or over the swing. She was being subjected to discomfort and sexual stimulation simultaneously, and she was unsure which she found the most exciting or which she found most painful. As she was again pulled down under the water, Lyle swam in front of her and reached down to place his hand on her crotch. She felt the push of his finger into her vagina and then out and then into her anus and out. She was getting ready to surface for more breath and she found herself held under by a thumb inserted in her asshole and a finger into her vagina. She knew it wasn't Lyle because he was still in front of her and she could see both of his hands. She partly turned her head and saw the shadowy figure of Don at her back and she wriggled her lower body to indicate to him that she was ready to get back to the surface. She found that he pulled down strongly and that she was not going to get to the surface in time to get her breath. She wriggled and squirmed but the fingers in her lower openings held fast. She felt the fire in her chest indicating the lack of oxygen and she saw the world turn first a red then a fading grey. "Turn her over and let the water run out of her," she heard faintly and then more loudly as color returned to her vision. She realized that she was on the dock, her body face down and that Don, Lyle and the others were standing or kneeling beside her. "Make sure that she is breathing regularly," she heard in a normal volume. "Marion you passed out under water and we had to pull you out and give some mouth to mouth resuscitation," Don said in a matter of fact manner. "We think that we'll stop the games for the time being and let you get dressed. You have no panties on so that if any of the members want to see or feel your cunt or ass they can reach under your skirt," he went on. "On second thought, don't put on a bra either so if anyone wants to see, suck or pinch tit they can get at them without any delay," Lyle added. Marion found herself coughing and sputtering as she sat up on the wooden dock and she felt just a bit dizzy as she stood. She went up to the main cottage and found her skirt and blouse. She pulled the skirt on and welcomed the warmth of the wool. She slipped her arms into the blouse and buttoned it part way, leaving the upper buttons undone so that her breasts were on display and available to any of the men. She went out of the bedroom and found all six of the men present. Don and Lyle had remained in their scant bathing suits. Lyle had put his on after the session in the boathouse. The other four men were now in casual clothes and all had drinks in their hands. "Come here and have something to drink Marion," one of the unknown men said " it will help you get your breath back, or maybe take it away again." The others chuckled at this remark, obviously aimed at being funny. Marion joined the group for a gin and tonic and was pleased when Don announced that they would be heading back into the city as soon as he and Lyle got dressed. She was also pleased to be told by the four men whose names she had not heard, that she was one of the best slaves they had seen in some time. The praise made up for some of the agony and fright seem worthwhile. She slept all the way back to the city and had to be awakened by Don when they reached her place. She said goodnight and went in to her apartment, undressed and got into her bed for a few hours sleep. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: Marion [8/9] (bdsm) Date: 17 Sep 1995 17:12:47 GMT Marion VIII Marion slept for about ten hours and was still in bed somewhat groggy when the phone rang. She let it ring several times and then picked up the receiver and said, "Hello." "Take down your pajama pants and stroke your clitoris, keep the phone at your mouth so I can hear the start of your heavy breathing," the voice said, and Marion was so surprised at the content of the conversation that she was staring at the phone and not moving. "You aren't doing what I told you to Marion, that could cause you much pain later in the day," the voice went on. "Who is this ?" Marion demanded of the voice on the other end of the line. "I am the one telling you to take your pants down and stroke your clit," she was told. This time she was almost certain that it was either Lyle or one of other men who had been at the lake yesterday. "Do it or the next time we meet, your ass will be mince meat by the time I finish with it," the voice threatened. By this time Marion was wide awake and listening to the demands of the voice and considering whether or not to take the threats seriously. She decided on the side of serious and reached down under the covers and pulled the pants of her pajamas to her knees. She held the phone in her left hand and with her right, slid it over the soft mound of flesh where the hair had #been before the shave of the other day. She pinched the lips to give herself some sensations of pain. She felt that the pleasure to follow would be enhanced by the initial discomfort. She slid the hand over her vulva and with the middle finger found the small mound that indicated her clitoris. She lightly stroked the sensitive flesh and felt the growth in size as she stimulated it. In spite of herself she was beginning to breathe in a deeper and somewhat faster manner. She continued masturbating and let her feelings go as the uphill surge to orgasm took over. "That sounds great Marion" she heard over the phone as she writhed and bucked with the orgiastic finale. "Now get out of bed and pull your pants right off, then stand beside the bed naked from the waist down," the voice continued. "I can just imagine the pert buttocks and the bared pussy sticking out in front. Put a finger up your asshole Marion and tell me when it is in place." she was shocked to hear. "Do it at once or it too will leave your ass in jeopardy when we next meet." #the voice barked at her. She thought it was strange to have this kind of command given when there was no one to see if she actually did as she was told. She looked down and saw the soft curve of her abdomen and below the slightly parted lips of the shaven vulva. She was considering whether or not to comply with the instructions, and decided to go along with the voice all the way. She took the index finger of her right hand and put it into her mouth to get it wet. She then took the now moistened finger and put her hand behind her. She bent slightly and parted her legs and touched the finger to her anus. The sensation of something at the tender opening was enough to cause the ring of muscle to pucker tightly. She gently pushed with the tip of the finger and slowly entered herself. She held the phone in her left hand and the sound of her indrawn breath was easily heard by the listener. "That's a good girl Marion, now pump the finger in and out of your ass, just as though you were taking an ass fuck!" the voice said firmly. Marion pulled the finger to the point where it was just about exiting the ring and then plunged it back in to the full length. She felt her excitement rising and was sure that this anal masturbation would give her an orgasm if she continued for many minutes. Her rapid breathing was an excellent barometer of sexual arousal and the phone conveyed this with fidelity. "Marion, you don't want to come with a finger up your bum do you?" the voice asked with a hint of humor. "Stop now and you may go and wash your hand," it went on, "and then get completely naked and come back to the phone." She left the bedside and walked to the bathroom, where she washed her hands and looked into the mirror, seeing herself with the top of her pajamas and naked from the #waist down. She undid the buttons of the pajama top and took it off. Her breasts responded to the sudden exposure by a slight hardening of the nipples. She walked back to the bedside and picked up the phone. "Are you completely naked now ?" she was asked. "Yes, I'm at the side of the bed with absolutely nothing on, just as you told me to do," she answered. "Wait for a few minutes after you hang up the phone and then expect some visitors at your door, when you hear three fast knocks and a pause then two fast knocks open the door and let your company in," she heard the voice order. She was not entirely certain she believed the voice and she stood beside the bed with the phone in her hand for perhaps two minutes before she hung up the receiver. She was almost ready to go to the closet and pick out some clothes for the day, but she remained naked as the voice had demanded. Three rapid knocks were heard and then a slight pause and two more. Her heart beat more rapidly and she left the bedroom and walked to the door. She opened it without hesitation at least without noticeable hesitation, she was quite frightened at the thought of the unknown person or persons who might be on the other side, but she opened the door as she had been ordered. "Hello Marion, you look good naked, just a bit flushed in the cheeks from all that work on your asshole. We'll go directly to the bedroom and get ready for some real action on that orifice," Don said as he and Lyle entered the apartment. Marion was sure it had not been Don's voice and she was almost certain it was not Lyle's she had heard either. "You don't know who was on the phone do you?" Don asked, "It was neither Lyle or myself but you would have recognized his face if he had been able to come with us," he added. They walked to the bedroom with Marion leading the way. Lyle was particularly interested in looking at the smoothly moving cheeks of Marion's buttocks as she walked the short distance to the bedroom. The gently rolling flesh was very inviting to one of Lyle's particular interests. Indeed it was all he could do to keep from grabbing the cheeks and pulling them apart to expose the anal area to his gaze, but he reminded himself that she was going to be entirely at his disposal in only a moment or two. "Bend over the edge of the bed Marion, then reach back and open your ass cheeks for us," Don said in a menacing tone. Marion knelt by the bed and leaned forward to rest her upper torso on the soft covers. When she was comfortable she reached behind herself with a hand on each buttock and pulled apart the muscular mounds. She wondered what the next move was to be and was not the least surprised to feel something at her anus. She looked back over her shoulder and saw Lyle kneeling and leaning to place his tongue at her anus. She shivered at the thought of having such an intimate contact with anyone and she pulled at the cheeks to make more of her anus available to his searching tongue. Just as she was thinking how nice the tonguing was feeling she felt his finger at the opening and then she felt the firm digit enter her. She moaned partly out of pleasure and partly from the discomfort and drew in her breath sharply when she felt him press a second finger into the slightly stretched anus. She became more alarmed as the third finger entered and then moaned very loudly as the fingers spread to dilate her hole considerably. She heard some sort of moving and was curious as to the source of the sound almost a scratching. She couldn't resist a look and again turned to look over her shoulder. She saw Lyle and noted that he had opened a tube of some sort and was spreading a clear jelly-like substance over the entire right hand. She again felt something at her rear aperture and then felt the pain of a widely stretched anus as he inserted his entire hand into her lower bowel. She was almost ready to scream from the pain and when he began to move the fingers in a rhythmic manner she felt more of an erotic stimulation than of pure pain. She recognized that she was being "fisted", something that she had read about in regard to the activities of homosexuals, but had not realized was at any time part of the repertoire of heterosexuals. Marion decided that this was not going to be one of her favorite ways to get off. She felt more like emptying her bowels than going on to orgasm and she was greatly relieved when Lyle pulled his hand from her. The relief was after the pain of the exit had subsided. "Marion that was just to warm you up for some more interesting activity but for now keep your upper body on the bed. Lyle and I are going to take a short rest and will just watch you for a few minutes," Don announced. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: redragon@interserv.com Subject: Marion [9/9] (bdsm) Date: 17 Sep 1995 17:13:47 GMT Marion IX Marion was still sore in the anal region and was bent over the edge of her bed wondering how soon the rest period would come to an end. She thought with a wry smile that it might well come to her end, again. She had been fucked, fisted and flogged in the past few days and she was uncertain if she could take much more of this behavior without more sexual pleasure and less outright pain. "Marion, we are going to let you get off the bed and walk around or go to the toilet if you need to," Don advised her. She got up and entered her bathroom and sat on the commode for a moment, the feeling had been that she needed to empty her bladder and perhaps her bowel. She soon found that the latter was just the result of having the entire hand up her backside and not actually because of the need to evacuate her bowel. She stood and went to the sink and washed her hands and returned to the bedroom where Lyle and Don awaited her. "We are going to fuck you at the same time. Lyle likes to assfuck and I'll go into your pussy. I'll get on the bed and you can get on top of me and lower yourself onto my cock. After you have me up your pussy Lyle will get on the bed and he'll get up your ass." Don mapped out the next events for her. Marion was about to tell the two men to pack it up and get the hell out of her apartment when she realized that the instructions were in keeping with what she had agreed to as serving as slave to the men that Don introduced her to. She didn't want to give up entirely the contact with the men and felt obliged to go along with the dual fucking as planned. She was sure that if her ass was not too sore that it might even be somewhat pleasurable as she had not been taken in both lower openings at the same time as far as she was aware. She had taken two men orally and vaginally at the same time but never one in the cunt and another in the ass. Don got onto the bed after taking off all of his clothes and stretched out on his back. His penis began to erect as he looked at Marion standing beside the bed, her naked vulva giving her the look of an untouched girl. She climbed up on the bed and straddled Don as he lay on the bed his erection now full. She pulled the lips of her vulva apart as she slowly lowered herself to the glans of Don's shaft. The smooth acorn shaped tip of his penis felt very inviting as she sank a little onto the organ. She lifted herself and lowered slowly until she began to lubricate enough to allow the entire penis to enter her. She leaned forward, her breasts touching Don's chest as she let the weight of her torso fall on him. The position, her chest on his and her legs spread to each side of his hips left the cheeks of the buttocks gaping and the anus exposed to the air and to the gaze of Lyle. Lyle looked at the coupled pair and as he took off his clothes he too became fully erect. He mounted the bed and took up his place behind Marion. He noted that as she raised and lowered herself, that Don's cock was moist and glistening. He put his hand to Marion's vagina and wet his exploring fingers and then spread the moisture onto the glans of his penis and to the brown ring of Marion's exposed anus. He continued to spread moisture over the inviting dimpled circle and then inserted the tip of his index finger to assure that the anal canal was going to allow him entry without too much difficulty. Marion was pumping at a furious rate, breathing rapidly and in a shallow manner, well on the way to orgasm. She sucked in a very deep breath as she felt Lyle's hardness in her bottom. She was sure that the two men could feel the presence of each other through the thin wall of tissue separating the two cocks. She felt a level of arousal that had not been her experience in the past, and she was moaning in pleasure at a decibel level that would have rivaled a rock group. Don and Lyle were making their own contributions to the noise level with various groans, appeals to various deities and to their mothers. The writhing threesome carried on the dual intercourse for several minutes until there was no holding back nature. With strong contractions of the various muscles and glands Don came inside the warm wetness of Marion's vagina. Seconds later a similar response filled her rectum with the warm outpouring of Lyle. The two men stayed inside until the limpness of their pricks would no longer allow retention in the cavity that had so recently given such friction to the thrusting organ. As Lyle came out of the anal opening, Marion was free to move from her position athwart Don. The men told Marion to rest if she wished while they took showers to cleanse the sweat of the exercise from their bodies. Marion asked to be allowed to shower before either of the men and was quite surprised to get an affirmative answer. She was only a short time in the warm shower, rinsing some of the remnants of the recent action from herself. She stepped out of the shower to find Don and Lyle standing at the bathroom door, their cocks hanging down in the limp posture of post intercourse. "While Lyle has his shower, I'll have some things for you to do Marion," Don said in a soft voice. "Let's go back to the bed and have you on your back for starters," he added. Marion was unsure what was to happen next as she stretched out at full length on her back. "Pull your legs up to your chest and grab your ankles. I'm going to put a bar between your knees to keep them as far apart as possible," Don said as he left the room for a moment. He returned with a broom from the kitchen and placed the handle between Marion's legs. He then took some of her panty hose from the drawer of her dresser and used them as rope to tie her ankles and wrists together and to anchor the broom handle to her knees. The finished job had Marion trussed in an extremely revealing position. With the broom handle keeping her legs apart and the knees flexed to her abdomen, her vagina was open to the inspection of both Lyle and Don and below the shaven pussy was the still partially opened anus. Both apertures were moist from the semen still oozing from them and glistened in the light from the ceiling fixture. "Here is something to keep you from feeling empty Marion," said Don as he placed a very large dildo in her vagina, "and Lyle has something to occupy his favorite hole as well." Marion was certain that another dildo was going to be inserted into her anus and she tensed in expectation, and was suddenly sore as the hard plastic thrust through the tightly shut ring into her rectum. She was once again filled in both lower openings and she was more than a little embarrassed to be so widely open and exposed to the stares of the men who now stood at the sides of the bed and admired the bound and plugged young woman. "The picture needs something to complete it," mused Don as he looked at the scene. "I know, it needs something on the tits even though they are nearly out of the picture because of the bent knees and the arms at the side of the chest," he added and he left the room to return with a pair of nipple clamps in his hands. "These should do the trick Lyle, I will just stick them on her and she'll be done as well as can be," Don predicted as he fastened the clamps to each of her nipples. Marion let out a soft cry at the touch of the first clamp to her right breast and a louder cry as the stiff spring of the clamp contracted on her left. Lyle looked at the results and thought that there was still some room for improvement in the tableau. He too went out of the room and came back with a black rubber ball gag, which he deftly pressed into Marion's mouth and fastened the strap behind her head to hold the ball tightly between her lips. Both men pushed on the dildos and then pulled them almost out, repeating the movements several times with each. Marion was moaning, and seemed to be some attempt to say something, but was totally unable with the ball in her mouth. Don and Lyle found the increased moaning and the accompanying shaking of the head as she tried to speak, quite amusing and kept the dildos moving to keep things going for several minutes. They decided that the time to end the scene was near and they removed the dildos at the same time and before Marion was able to show any reaction they took out the gag. "That was very cruel, to excite me with the two dildos and to keep me from saying anything with that awful gag," Marion said with some considerable feeling. "It was meant to be cruel Marion, that was the purpose of us coming to your apartment. We were not aiming to please you but rather to please us, and it pleased us to do those things," Don told her as he and Lyle moved to the door and readied themselves to depart.