Subject: Party Animal  I
From: rgfish@rpaladin.win.net (Richard G Fischer)
Date: Mon, 05 Sep 1994 17:31:57 GMT

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               The Making of a Party Animal
                         By PALIDIN

    Annie stopped at the light. She did not want to but it was the
law. She was late.  This was usual for her but her usual disconcert
for others was modified today.

   Her license had to many points. So she waited, and fumed at the
injustice of her having to wait like a mear person. She should be
allowed better, but she had to wait.

   She had taken the shortest route through a section of town that
she would usually avoid. Their was no choice.

   "Hurry up you stupid light." she thought.

   The drivers side door opened, the seat belt rose and a large man
carrying a gym bag said, "MOVE OVER BITCH."

   He punctuated his command by pushing her over onto the passenger
seat floor. He got in and placed his bag on the seat between them.

   "Get out of my car, or I will scream...." she began indignantly,
as she tried to get up on the seat.

   He reached over and slapped her back to the floor, and drove to
a deserted industrial parking lot in the next block. There he
stopped the car and turned to Annie.

   Her head hurt. She was frightened and thought it best now to
run. She had reached for the door and was about to open it and jump
out. Something cold, metallic and sharp touched her temple. She
froze. The raiser  sharp knife was so close to her face she stopped
everything including breathing.

   "Now we got to come to an understanding here, BITCH." He began,
"You are going to do everything that I tell you from now on or I
will fix it so that no man will look at you again with out getting
sick." He took the sharp knife lowered to her throat. "Is this
understood?"

   She could not speak. She nodded her head. This brought another
slap from her tormentor.

   "I can't hear you rattle you dumb bitch. So I will know that I
have your attention and cooperation I want you to answer me. and
answer me respectfully, too bitch!" he said.

   "Y  Y  Yes...Sir" she uttered. She was scared, more scared than
any time in her life. She had never been hit and it was sure that
this man meant business. She would do anything he wanted.

   "Now to show you understand me, let's try some obedience. Take
off the skirt, slip, and panties. That way I can be sure you
understand and will obey me. You will also be less willing to jump
out bare ass." he said.

   "Please I'll give you money... the car... anything else but not
that." she cried.

   "Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way, BITCH. I can
beat you and tear off your clothes. Then you will have nothing to
wear when I'm through with you. Or you do as I say and save the
clothes, and a lot on wear and tear on your skin. Your choice." he
said.

   He grabbed her hair and pulled up her head and raised his fist
to smash her in the face.

   "No! No! Please I will do it. Please sir.." she cried.

   She reached down to unbutton her skirt, and she strained her
neck as he still held her hair. She slipped her skirt and slip down
and looked up pleading with him.

   "The panties too, BITCH NOW!!" he said and drew back his fist.

   She cried but she slipped the panties and the rest off. Her
hands gave the now useless garments to him. She then lowered them
to cover her now bear loins.

   "I've done what you wanted. Here take my purse. Take the car,
but let me go. Please. I won't tell. Please let me go.." she cried.

   He through the purse and clothes into the back seat and said,

   "That mouth is annoying. I think it will stop it up for now." He
reached into his bag and took out a rubber plug, shaped like a
penis, with a web of leather straps attached to it.

   He forced it to her mouth and grabbed her hair and when she
opened her mouth to scream he shoved it home in her mouth.

   She reached up to fight it, and stopped when he asked.

   "You want to fight about it??"

   This cowed her, she lowered her hands and let him tightened the
straps. This forced the prod deep into her mouth and secured it.
The prod kept her mouth open and filled. He reached into his bag
and took out a padlock. Then a metallic click announced to her that
the thing on her head was there till he wanted removed it.

   He reached into the bag and came up with two sets of handcuffs.
He stretched down and trapped her feet with the first pair, and
secured her ankles.

   "OK Now hands behind your back bitch and no stalling of we do it
the hard way." he said.

   Reluctantly she did as she was told. Now she was totally
helpless and trusted up like a turkey for the pot. (Little did she
know how right she was.)

   He reached onto her blouse, found her right nipple and squeezed
it hard. She tried to scream but only a gurgling sound came out.
The gag effectively muted her sound of distress.

   "All ways have to test that it is in right. Now I think that
those tits would not feel better out in the air." he said.

   With that he held her by the throat and tore off her blouse and
bra. In a short time her tits were displayed for his inspection,
along with all her body.

   "Kneel up and let me see if your tits are good enough to warrant
staying on that frame, or should I just cut them off??" he asked.
tracing them with the knife.

   Cringing from his comment and threat she straightened to his
gaze. He fingered her tits, squeezed them and weighed them. Then he
pulled some pubic hair and compared it to her other.

   "I should have gotten a younger one but maybe the boys will like
a motherly whore for a change. Now put your head down to the seat
and get all the rest you can. You will need it for the party
tonight. If you know what is good for you, you will be the best
PARTY ANIMAL that you can be, or it will be really bad."

   What the hell did he mean? She was no whore. What the hell was
a PARTY ANIMAL?? This can not be happening to me. Where is he
taking me?

   Through the long ride she hopped that someone would stop them
and rescue her. Or did she really want someone to see her like
this??