~Subject: REPOST Rhoda's Vacation #3 nc etc..............
~From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com (Richard Fischer)
~Date: 19 Aug 1995 12:33:54 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

This is another story from my immagination. If you do not 
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next 
posting.

If you are under age or immature forget the following.


If you are offended by non consentual sex, violance, S&M ... ETC 
then go on to the next posting.


              You have been warned!!!
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                     Rhoda's Vacation #3
                          by Paladin

Reality returned to her slowly.  Where was she??

The stuffed feeling of the dongs, the burning pain of her singed 
clit, all these and great deal more reminded her, before she 
even opened her eyes where she was. 

<OH GOD NOW I REMEMBER!!! > She thought and prayed for 
deliverance from this nightmare. It was not to be.

The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was the black 
hooded figure towering over her, on her "saddle". He was slapping 
her ample tits to get her attention.

"Try to stay awake during your training. I know it is all old hat 
to a slut like you, but you might pick up a new slit pleaser.... 
or something from us less perverted ones." he said. "Besides you 
have to please me from now on."

<The bastard> she thought, but did not attempt to cry out or 
resist. The gagging dildo would have prevented her anyway, and 
resistance brought punishment. Her clit throbbed from his 
previous attentions. She knew she would walk bowl legged for 
the rest of her life to avoid frictioning it but this also was 
not going to be.

He took possession of her left swelling tit with his huge right 
hand. Hefted it like he was sizing up a a melon in the produce 
section of the super market, and said,

"Do your exercises and do it right, this time or Master flick
his lighter, and really light your fire." he ordered squeezing 
her orb.

Her hands flew to the fold of her cunt and began, this time up 
and down, manipulation of her clit. Her embarrassment was overcome 
by the pressure on her tit flesh and the stuffing of her vitals. 
The sensitivity of the clit was so terrible she sought escape 
into her thoughts of sexual turn on's of the past. Anything to 
escape the her burned aching sensitive flesh.

She looked down at her captive tit and tried to put the pressure 
and on it and the raw feeling of her clit out of her mind. She 
was to become a sex machine for this male. Nothing else mattered. 
She almost succeeded.

"What's with you bitch?? You just sit there, resting? Are those 
dongs too small for your fucked out holes??. Don't you feel 
them? Should I get the bigger ones with the glass particles?" 
the hooded figure demanded. "Start riding them like the slut you 
are."

Exerting every muscle she could still control, she forced her self 
to rise slightly from the saddle. She was sure the insides of her 
holes were turning out but she had to do it. The bastard would 
get bigger ones and they would surely split her in half. When she 
was a short way up the torturous path she slipped and allowed 
the law of gravity to take her slowly down the huge invaders. (As 
it was such a tight fit, it was a slow journey marked by the 
giving up of many muscle groups along the way.) All the while she 
continued to rub the tender little slip of flesh in the prescribed 
manner.

As she reached bottom she heard,

"That was hardly the action of an excited slut. Are we boring 
you?? Should I put fish hooks in the nipples and use a metronome 
to give you the cadence?? Maybe you need a little help. With this 
hand hold I'll start you off. " He shouted exerting an upward 
pull on the now stretching left orb in his hand.

She shook her head and found the strength to rise again up the 
huge dongs. As their now was some lubricant being generated, she
had an easier time of it now. The stuffing dongs were beginning 
to be like old friend and the tit pulling also aided somewhat 
her in her task. She mentally shrank from this but she had no 
choice. 

"Come on you can do better than that. Just think that you have an 
army of horny fuckers out there waiting for these holes and you 
will get inspired.... UP......DOWN....UP....DOWN..." he ordered 
and used the distended tit to insure compliance. To his cadence.

Horrifying her was the fact that her body actually beginning to 
respond. Her juices began to flow copiously. The red raw clit 
distended. She sought escape from this world in ruminate. 
Anything to get away from this crazy fucker.....

As the juices flowed down the shafts the hooded figure smiled 
beneath the mask. <Coming along nicely!> He thought, as he moved 
his right hand up and down to insure compliance to his wishes. 
<This bitch will be ready in no time.>

Her concentration was shattered when... after an eternity of 
pulling he said,

"You are tiring out my arm bitch. Besides I have other things 
to do. Now you keep that up for another hour or so, or until I 
get tired of watching you. I know you just love all the 
attention to your slutty self."

She was dead on her feet. Her muscles screamed for a break but 
she did not want to piss him off. She continued even after she 
saw him leave the room. The camera was still pointed her way. She 
did not want him to return. UP.....DOWN....UP.... on her 'merry' 
way she pumped. Comes were coming thick and fast when she heard 
from the wall speaker...

"OK THAT'S A GOOD BITCH, AND TALENTED TOO. #2 AND #6 HELP THE 
SLUT UP OFF THERE AND GET HER READY FOR BEDDIE BY. YOU KNOW HOW WE 
FIX FUZZIES FOR BEDDIE BY. I'LL BET SHE WON'T EVEN WANT TO SEE A
HAIR TOMORROW."

Rhoda did not care what they did to her. She was beyond 
exhaustion. Bed meant rest, or so she thought. She laid down, on 
her back, inside the steel frame where they positioned her. Her 
holes started to close up and she felt better already as she lay 
there on her back on the cold concrete floor. Her distended holes 
started to shrink and exhaustion claimed the rest of her.

She did not object when they put pillows beneath her ass, causing 
it to be the highest point of her body. They secured her hands 
and legs spread to the four corners of the frame. She looked up 
and saw a rope hanging from the ceiling over her fuzzy crotch. 

<What the hell is that for??> She thought with idle curiosity but 
she was just too tired to care. The cold floor felt so good.

The denuded girls came back with a macramé plant hanging web of 
strings. They attached it to the rope and then began to tie the 
web to her pubic hairs. They tied and super glued her neither 
curls to the bits of string in many places. Then they tensioned 
the rope to insure it had good purchase on her precious fuzz.  
Then!!

#6 stepped up and pulled out the supporting pillows one by one. 
Rhoda's weight caused her ass to try to sag down. The rope, knots, 
hair and glue fought this sag. A 1000 pulls attacked her precious 
crop of pubic hair. Rhoda sought to hold an arch and lessen the 
pull. <NO NO that bitch... She can't do this to me!>

It was a losing battle. She held firm a moment then muscle spasms 
caused another pull somewhere else. Their was no end to this. She 
was driving herself mad tiring to lessen the pain. Try as she 
might the pain was to great to just tear it all out so she fought 
the losing battle for the rest of the 'night'.

"BED TIME FOR SLUTS." came the announcement from the speaker, "I 
SURE DO HOPE YOU WANT TO REMOVE THAT FUZZ IN THE MORNING #7, IF 
NOT, WELL, I CAN WAIT. TAKE ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD TO CONSIDER 
IT. NOW YOU GET SOME REST. I HAVE A FULL SCHEDULE FOR A FUCKED 
OUT SLUT LIKE YOU IN THE MORNING. NO MORE HALF WAY. TOMORROW YOU 
START TO REALLY EXECRATE YOURSELF FOR MY SLUT."

#2 slipped into position on #5s cunt. #5 started to eat #6, and 
#6 completed the chain with her tongue in #2 ass.

Then the lights went out. Rhoda heard a lot of licking. She was 
horrified at her minds wanted to do that instead of suffer like 
this.... She was not.... Well anything would be better than....

Rhoda hurt!! She shifter this way and that but got no rest. 
Whenever she drifted off the pin prick like pain in hundreds of 
places insured her full attention in the hair she recently had 
prized soo highly. Not any more. The damn stuff was just too 
much.

The lights came on suddenly. <Was it morning??> She did not know. 
No outside signal told the sluts whether it was day or night. <I 
hope they get this stuff off me now... Oh Please let then take 
the damn fuzz off. I'll lick their ass holes if only they 
would...>

"#2 GO OVER AND JUMP ON THAT DISTENDED BELLY. HELP THE BITCH WITH 
THE DECISION OF HER NEW LIFE. I'LL BET SHE WILL THANK YOU FOR IT 
AFTERWARDS WITH HER LONG SLITHERY TONGUE."

Rhoda shook her head, NO NO NO! She had saved this fuzz all 
night hoping for relief, but #2's was not deterred by her 
desires. She placed her heavy ass fitted over Rhoda's stomach 
and soon a tearing out of most of the remaining hairs began. #2 
did not jump. She slowly increased her weight on the straining 
captive, all the while smiling in the sluts pain racked face. 

<Cow am I!> #2 silently questioned. <Bet you regret that now. I 
get firsties with this sluts tongue. She better have a long one, 
one to clean out my holes.>

#2 smiled down at the bleeding crotch. <Teach her to call me a 
cow..> #2s mind screamed. Not a sound was uttered but the girls 
understood one another perfectly. No more name calling and 
looking down on these other sluts. She was one of them herself 
and she understood she too would do anything he wanted.

Rhoda was converted then and there. If he wanted his sluts 
smooth. She would do her utmost to be a smoothly.

"#7 DO YOU SEE THE ADVANTAGES OF SMOOTHNESS?? OR DO I HAVE TO DO 
LAY ON SOMETHING FOR YOUR UPPER HAIR FOR TONIGHT??"

Spending tonight like this with the web in her hair....NO she 
wanted, REALLY WANTED TO BE A SMOOTHY!! Smooth was good!! Smooth 
was his idea of beauty. She was his and would conform to his 
ideas. His ideas of femininity took prescience. 

"I THINK THAT I DETECT AN INKLING OF INTELLIGENCE IN THIS NEW 
SLUT. WON'T EVEN HAVE TO FIRE UP THE TAR FOR HER HEAD. WHO SAYS 
THESE COLLEGE EDUCATED BITCHES ARE TOUGH? THIS UN IS REALLY SOFT 
INSIDE, AIN'T YOU BITCH." Came from the wall speaker.

Rhoda stiffened. She was not....well maybe she was....she didn't 
want to push it. She had suffered a lot since yesterday..If it 
was yesterday. She would do it all for him right away...

Rhoda eagerly nodded her head up and down like she had seen the 
others do to show acquiescence to his wishes.

"#2 I HAVE ACTIVATED THE SHEERER. GO OVER THE SLUTS AND THEN DO 
THE FUZZIE ONE. IF SHE WANTS TO RESIST. DO NOT FORCE HER, JUST 
FORGET IT AND GET THE WEB FOR A NIGHT HEAD HANGING."

#2 went to a cabinet in the wall and withdrew an industrial 
strength sheep sheerer and went over the others as well as her 
own points of imperfection. Then she started on Rhoda. (A lamb 
for the slaughter.)

The sheerer pulled her pubic and crown hair. It was shear murder 
under the arms but Rhoda fearful of the consequences submitted 
meekly.

"NOW AIN'T THAT REAL PRETTY 4 SMOOTHIE SLUTS READY FOR A NICE NEW 
ADVENTURE IN THEIR BIRTHDAY CLOTHES." came the voice of their 
master over the speaker...

More to come..........