From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Census Taker (Mf, mdom, bdsm, cons?)
Date: 13 Feb 1996 04:04:47 GMT

			   The Census Taker
				  by
				 PATV

	Judy tugged nervously at the hem of her short skirt as she
walked up the path toward the front door of the large suburban home.
Her skirts always had a tendency to ride up in back. Judy blamed this
on her over-large ass, which she considered her major figure flaw.
Besides the over-generous curve of her backside, Judy was large
bosomed, and below those two abundances of flesh, her normally-
proportioned waist appeared freakishly tiny.

	She clutched the folder of papers protectively against her
breasts as she raised the knocker of the door. To her ears, its clack
sounded indecently loud, and she looked behind herself to see if the
neighbors had noticed her knocking at this door.

	When she turned back, she was startled to see the door had
opened silently, and a man was regarding her from the entry hall. He
said nothing, and she stammered, "I... I'm from the censor board, I
mean the Census Board. M... May I come in and speak with you and your
wife." With the last words, her voice died away to a squeak.

	Actually, Judy thought to herself as seconds seemed to stretch
to hours, she was the last person to work as a census taker. Timid and
shy, Judy usually was unable to speak with strangers, but now she had
no choice, which was, she decided, why she had agreed to this in the
first place.

	The man seemed to make some decision, stepping aside with a
gesture to let Judy step inside. As she walked past him, he shut the
thick wooden door, and suddenly the hallway seemed dark and chilly.
She looked back to see him turn a key in the dead-bolt, remove it and
place it in his pants pocket.

	He gestured again, down the hall, as if to say, after you.
Judy felt like running backwards, so as not to turn her back on him -
there was something so sinister in his silence. But she had determined
to go through with this, so she forced herself to turn in the
direction he had indicated.

	She took only two steps before his powerful forearm wrapped
around her throat, drawing her backward against his body. Her papers
scattered all over the floor as she struggled to pull his arm away. He
was only a bit taller than Judy, but she felt small in the face of his
strength.

	"Stick your arms down inside your skirt," he said gruffly. It
was the first thing this man has said since she arrived at his door.
His arm locked tighter against her throat for a moment, and Judy knew
she had no choice. She shoved first one, then the other hand under her
wide belt and the waist-band of her skirt. Between the pinch of his
arm and the tightened stricture at her waist, Judy was now finding it
hard to breathe.

	"Get them down past your wrist," he told her. Judy pushed down
until the strap of her belt was holding her forearms tight against her
body. "Now lift the back of your skirt with your hands. Just keep
bunching it up until you have all of it." Judy felt her face flame as
she remembered that she wasn't wearing any panties, and she froze for
a second.

	His arm flexed against her neck to tell her he wasn't fooling,
and wasn't willing to wait. Slowly, she began gathering her skirt up
in her hands.

	She felt the cool touch of air on her naked backside moments
before his warm hand caressed her ass-cheeks. "Proper little thing,
aren't you?" he murmured against her ear. "High-necked blouse, but no
underwear. I'll have fun with you." Before she could even wonder what
"fun" he might have in mind, she felt the strangle hold at her neck
loosen.

	Judy took a deep breath to scream. She certainly couldn't get
loose of her belt before he grabbed her again, and getting a
neighbor's attention seemed her only hope. Before she could make a
sound, however, she felt a cold touch of metal at her bared throat.
"Now, I don't want to mark you... yet. Just open your mouth without
making a sound, and there won't be any blood spilled from your pretty
neck."

	Judy felt faint from terror. Her worst nightmare was being
threatened with a knife, and all her worst nightmares were coming true
today. She felt the blade move, a gentle reminder to do as she was
told. Obediently, she opened her mouth as wide as possible.

	She saw the gag momentarily before it slid between her lips, a
bright red cylinder of rubber with a larger knob at the free end,
attached to a wide black leather strap. Its thick bulge rested
gaggingly on her tongue as he buckled the strap behind her head. She
found she could move it out slightly, but not enough to free her mouth
of the rubber knob.

	Judy scarcely noticed the knife was gone as she wrestled with
this new horror. She was truly helpless, no one had seen her come into
this house - how was she to be rescued? Didn't good girls always get
rescued by the hero?

	The man moved to stand before her. Now that it was too late,
Judy noticed he looked very stern, like the father she barely
remembered, but often dreamed about. Judy never remembered those
dreams, just woke in fright with a racing pulse. His hand reached
toward her neckline, and Judy drew back slightly, stumbling as she
backed away from him. She could see the front door behind him, but
knew she could not get out that way.

	Her back came up against the entry wall, and she inched along
it, her hands jammed helplessly inside her belt, her eyes wide with
terror. Suddenly, there was no wall behind her, and Judy fell
backwards.

	Without her hands Judy had no hope to break her fall, but the
man's hands fastened on the front of her blouse and pulled her
upright. He twisted her around with her back against the wall next to
the doorway she had fallen through, and pushed his knee between her
legs to spread them.

	Judy felt the cold kiss of the plaster wall against her bare
backside as he began to unbutton her blouse. Over his shoulder, she
could see a perfectly ordinary middle-class living room, a muted
television showing silent pictures of the Sunday game as she was being
prepared for rape. She screamed into the gag, but all that came out
was "mpfh! mfph!"

	When he had opened her blouse, he wrapped one hand in her hair
and dragged her back into the entry hall. This time he drew her
stumbling toward an open door, down a flight of stairs, and into a
dimly-lit basement room. A table or narrow high bed in the middle of
the room had several things draped across it; Judy had time for a
quick horrified glance before she was twisted around to stand with her
back to it.

	He dragged the tail of her blouse free, then walked behind
her. Judy fought to breath past the gag, panting as if she had run a
mile. She jumped to feel the cold touch of a second wide leather strap
as he wove a wide belt between her pinioned arms and her waist,
clasping it over her navel. The two tight belts made Judy dizzier,
shorter of breath.

	She had a little relief as her removed her decorative belt
leaving her arms held only by the waist band of her skirt. Quickly he
stripped away her blouse and unclipped her bra, tossing them aside as
he pulled her arms free. Judy had no time to react to her minute
freedom, however, as he closed the cuffs attached to the belt with a
metallic snick around each wrist.

	He seemed not to see the freed globes of her breasts, still
marked where the edge of the slightly-too-small cups rubbed against
their swell. Instead, he unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, still
clenched in Judy's sweaty fingers. He pried her last stitch of
clothing from her hands, letting it fall unheeded at her ankles.

	Judy felt she was moving in a nightmare, unable to wake up.
She tried to back away from him as he began to squeeze and kneed her
full breasts, but she was stopped by the table behind her. It did not
shift, so she was bent backward over its edge, with the man's hands
still fastened on her tits.

	His fingers sank deep in her flesh, rolls of tit swelling
between each finger as he pulled her back upright, drawing her off to
the right, toward the end of the table. Judy, helpless to resist, was
forced to stumble after him. Large tears began to roll down her
cheeks, and she sniffled as she realized just how helpless she was.
She began to suck air around the edges of the gag to keep breathing as
her tears closed her nose.

	At the end of the table was a vertical steel bar about Judy's
waist height, with a semi-circular band of steel collar welded to its
top like a giant Y. The man forced Judy to bend forward at the waist,
and clipped a chain from one arm of the Y to the other across the back
of her neck. Judy was now held in the bent position, the cold steel
cradling her throat, her large ass prominently displayed. Her tears
dripped unheeded from the end of her nose to the concrete floor. The
man's warm hands now resumed their unhindered exploration of her body.
Judy tried to clench her thighs together, to somehow prevent him from
truly violating her, but he scarcely seemed to notice her efforts. His
hands wandered as he pleased, until, with a gasp, she felt a finger
slide up inside her warm pussy.

	"You're really wet!" he told her, chuckling. Judy felt
betrayed by herself. How could her body respond to this rape?

	She felt his rhythmic thrusting answered by her own rhythms.
He was fucking her with his hand - he still hadn't removed the first
article of clothing, but he had taken her totally, and reduced her
world to the thrust of his hand. When she came, she felt utterly
abandoned. She was truly a bad girl. No one would rescue her.

	Judy's pussy was still spasming with her orgasm when he freed
her from the yoke and led her back to the table. This time, she was
drawn to the other end of the structure, where a broad step was
provided to allow easy access to the high platform. Judy started to
step up, but her tormenter stopped her.

	"Put your feet on either side of the step," he commanded. She
complied. Her legs spread wide to span the broad step. He bent her
forward to rest her body from the hips up on the table, which she
discovered was covered with cold plastic.

	From either side of the table, he brought an attached strap to
cinch tightly over her narrow waist, again forcing her rounded ass
into prominence. Judy's tits were crushed against the table, but she
was unable to provide any lift to her torso from the manacles at her
wrists. She squirmed slightly to relieve some of the pressure, then
froze as the man laughed, "Oh, good, do that again - that's
beautiful!"

	His hands reached under her to pull each tit as close to her
chin as possible. She felt strangely grateful at the relief this
provided, though it did prop her head up so that she looked down the
table at the collection of things he now laid out on display there.

	There were straps, belts, and whips, whose purpose Judy prayed
did not match their appearance. These were joined by objects she could
not puzzle out a purpose for - why did he lay out a bar of soap? What
was the alcohol for? What was the purpose of the rubber hose?

	These questions flashed through her mind before Judy realized
she didn't want to know the answers. She only wanted to be free to
leave this place, to forget this nightmare just like she forgot... she
forgot. Something about her father teased at the edges of her memory,
then he lifted a length of rubber hose and walked behind her. Judy
snapped back to the present. The hose stretched and snapped with a
soft crack against her tightly rounded fanny.

	Her moans sounded loud in her ears. She knew they scarcely
reached his ears past her gag. The rubber hose cracked against her
cheeks again and again, until her skin was on fire.

	She could not help herself - she began to wiggle, trying
futilely to escape the snap of the hose. The strap around her waist
held her firmly against the table, reducing her movements to a frantic
jiggling of ass-cheeks, but Judy wasn't really thinking at this point,
just struggling.

	Suddenly she smelled the sharp bite of alcohol, and felt the
cool touch of it dribbling down her fiery butt. At first she welcomed
its cooling relief, then a tiny trickle found its way down her crack
into the moist hair around her pussy. As it touched the wet folds of
her labia, it burned abominably. If she had been frantic before. She
panicked, but there was no escape from the burn. Jump and wiggle as
she would, it simply burned until it was all evaporated.

	His hands stroked the alcohol all across bright red skin,
occasionally guiding a new drop or two into the struggling girl's wet
pussy. Her sniffles turned him on almost as much as her struggles. He
had intended to do much more to this helpless prisoner first, but his
throbbing cock would not let him wait. He unzipped his trousers and
freed the hard length of it.

	Mindful of the burn of alcohol, which would bite him too if he
was not careful, he opened a rubber and rolled it over the sensitive
head of his prick. Pausing to send another trickle of the burning
fluid on its way down her crack, he greased the outside of the
protective cover, and slid it between her thighs just as the heat of
the latest burn hit her.

	Her wiggling did not deter his aim in the slightest as he slid
into her throbbing pussy. Taking the rubber hose again, he began
stretching it to its limit before allowing it to crack against her
full ass between every third or fourth thrust.

	Judy was nearly out of her mind, unable to decide whether to
hate this torture, or enjoy the fucking. Her body made the decision
for her. She began to build to another wild orgasm, the cracks of hose
against her ass, the burn of alcohol on her labia, all combined with
the mad thrusting rhythm of the man inside her, until, screaming
hysterically against the gag, she came. At almost the same moment, she
felt his thrusts become more irregular, shorter, as he exploded inside
her.

	Afterward, she rubbed the marks the manacles had made at her
wrists, she gave him a little tremulous smile. "Next week, I'll win.
You won't be able to catch me off guard."

	He just smiled and said nothing. Their contract had lasted
three months already. Judy had never "won" yet. He unlocked the door
and let her walk away, knowing she would be back.

			       The End