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Subject: story RP- author : Daney Dewitt - Donna's Humiliation 1 - donna01.txt
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WARNING: Standard Disclaimer
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The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes
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of adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story
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contains scenes of non-consensual sexual behavior, rape, sodomy,
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bondage, bestiality, and incest. If you are offended by such activities,
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do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to
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any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not
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Comments are invited via E-mail to: an376445@anon.penet.fi.
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if you want more of this story.
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Donna's Humiliation
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A Nasty Girl Story
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by Dafney Dewitt
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Part 1/12
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Breakfeast
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Donna has dog breath
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Donna was finished making breakfeast. She was a
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tall blonde woman with medium length hair and well
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shaped pointed breasts. The early morning kitchen
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smelled of coffee, heated maple syrup, and fresh
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pancakes. Everything looked perfect. She placed
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her left hand over the top of her coffee cup, feeling
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the moist heat while her right hand worked rythmically
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out-of-sight below the table between her legs.
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In the quiet of early morning, Donna had resorted to
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masturbation. It was a act of desperation fueled by
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the frustration of sexual failure. Now not even self-
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manipulation could stimulate release.
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Her mind flirted with the memories of failure. Like a
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moth drawn to light, her mind circled, powerless to
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escape the voices. Her love for her husband had been
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defaced by the voices like gang members spraying obscene
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graffiti on a church wall. She felt defiled. Her
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desire waned.
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Her hand trembled.
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She gave up. It wasn't working. The voices had returned.
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"Begin action", the voice said, soft as a whisper,
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She called out to her husband and kids.
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"Let's go. Your breakfeast is ready."
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Her husband, Bob was first to the table followed by
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Cindy and Tommy, the twin teenagers. The baby, Leslie,
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just 8 months old was still being breast fed, and
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would be nursed after the others left.
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"Oh, Mom" complained Tommy, "Why does it always have to
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be pancakes on Thursday ?"
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"Stop your whining, and eat your pancakes before they
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get cold," Donna scolded.
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For Bob, Cindy and Tommy, the voices didn't seem to
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exist. They ate breakfeast without concern. Only
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Donna was worried. She was anxious to get her husband
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off to work and the kids packed onto the school bus
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before something bad happened.
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The voices were like seductive whispers. Gentle at
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first. Promising to make her happy, to give her new
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powers. The power to fill the sexual needs of her
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dark side. But this sexual thrill was fulfilled at
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he expense of control. Donna was forced to submit.
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Without submission she was denied pleasure. Without
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pleasure her love was empty, and sex was reduced to
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a mechanical act without meaning.
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Before the voices, Donna had understood the difference
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between love and sex. Now she wasn't certain of
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anything. She loved her husband. Bob, but hadn't had
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an orgasm in over six months. In her most intimate
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moments, in the privacy of her own bedroom, she had
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been unable to climax.
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As if reading her mind, Bob looked up. "A little more
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coffee, sweetheart." Donna poured the coffee as Cindy
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pushed away her plate, "Sorry, Mom, I have to watch my
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weight."
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Donna, her light blond hair pulled back and tied with
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a red ribbon, attended to her family like a waitress.
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She felt like hired help, a maid. She wore an old pink
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bathrobe instead of a white maid's uniform. Underneath
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the robe was nothing but her white bra and panties.
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While Cindy headed off to the bathroom, Donna bent down
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beneath the kitchen sink to fill the dog's food bowl.
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There was a rushing sound in her ears as she bent over.
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It sounded like muffled laughter from a room full of
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people.
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Her robe fell open exposing her breasts. As she hesitated
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before closing her robe, Donna felt a distinct sexual surge.
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She looked up and saw her son Tommy look away and leave
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the table as she cinched the blue belt more tightly around
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her waist.
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As Tommy turned to leave, he thought "What a slut mom's
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turned into, what a tease." He averted his eyes from
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his mother's exposed breasts and left the kitchen quickly
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before saying something out loud that he might later
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regret. Someday he vowed, he would get even.
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"I'm going out to the garage to feed Bowser", Donna said
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to no one in particular. Her husband, Bob was in the
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bathroom brushing his teeth and Cindy and Tommy were
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collecting their school books.
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Stepping down into the early morning darkness of the
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garage the sudden coolness lifted up under her robe
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making her nipples harden as she yelled out "Here Bowser
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- Breakfeast time !"
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>From then on everything seemed to happen in slow motion.
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A tall skinny teenager with a forehead full of angry red
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pimples and pale blue eyes rose from behind the car. His
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eyes were blank, empty looking, and he had a faint whisp
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of a blond mustache.
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Donna stared at him. It was the eyes that caught her
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attention. They appeared dull, lifeless, and even dead.
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It was some time, before she noticed the black object in
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his right hand. It was a camcorder.
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The voices commanded her "Obey the boy."
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Moments later, Bowser bounded from behind the car. His
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penis was red, engorged, and dangling below its belly
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almost scraping against the concrete floor. The boy
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must have been exciting him.
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"Jerk off the dog," the boy told Donna, raising his
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camcorder.
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Bowser, a large black doberman, bounded toward her.
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She patted him on the head with her left hand and set
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the food bowl down on the roof of the car. With the
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food left out-of-reach, Donna proceeded to satisfy the
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dog's other hunger. She slid her right hand under his
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belly, slowly massaging, rubbing his already engorged
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penis. It was warm, red and very stiff. Her hand pumped.
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The dog's dick slowly responded to her ministrations.
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She jacked it off into the empty water bowl. Her actions
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were mechanical and pre-rehearsed. She knew what the
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voices wanted.
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Donna watched as the dog's throbbing penis spat out a
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stream of yellow white cum into the green plastic water
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bowl. It squirted out in a thick gooey ribbon.
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"Breakfeast time, here Bowser !" -the voices, echoing in
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her mind, mocking her own voice.
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"I'm not a dog", Donna said suddenly as she voiced her
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thoughts out loud.
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"Do you like fresh dog cum in the morning ?" -said one of
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the voices.
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"Well, I never . . . " Donna faltered for a lack of words.
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"You never tried dog cum ? Hmm, we can fix that."
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"Take the bowl and slowly pour the dog cum into your
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mouth. Keep it there, inside your mouth."
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The voices had spoken. She already knew the consequences
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of disobedience. They would humiliate her even more,
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debase her, punish her beyond belief, and with no remorse.
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Donna made no response. She seemed frozen in time. Her
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eyes glazed over.
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She thought to herself. "How did I ever get myself into
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this situation ?
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Is there any way out ?"
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Her thoughts darted about in confusion.
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Her husband was brushing his teeth just a few feet away,
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Tommy and Cindy were getting ready for school, and she was
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about to drink fresh dog cum.
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"My, God" she gasped. "Please, let me do something else,
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anything."
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She instinctively dropped to her knees, begging, looking
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toward the blue eyed boy with the red pimpled forehead.
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In response, he turned zoomed the camcorder in on her face,
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but remained silent.
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She tilted the green bowl toward her open mouth saying
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"My God, I'm a slut" and slowly dumped the slimy goo onto
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her upturned tongue just as she was saying "I'm a slut"
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again.
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It tasted repulsive to her. Hot, wet and slimy it rolled
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off her tongue onto the under side of her mouth like a
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fat garden slug. She resisted the impulse to vomit by
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turning her head down so the cum wouldn't slide down her
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throat.
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The voices calmed her.
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They were condescending.
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"That's a good girl"
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"Now be a good mother, and say goodbye to your husband
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and kids."
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She turned automatically toward the kitchen door like a
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zombie.
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Back in the kitchen, Donna's world exploded into activity.
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Cindy yelled out a quick "Goodbye, I love you Mom !"
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while Tommy just said a quick "Bye".
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Bob was busy stuffing his cell phone into his briefcase.
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Apparently, no one noticed that Donna was white as a
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sheet and appeared to be in shock. For a moment, she
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grew angry that no one in her family paid attention to
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her. "They don't really care about me at all," she
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thought numb-struck by an overwhelming sense of
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abandonment. That feeling was quickly replaced by fear.
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Bob was at the door expecting a guick goodbye kiss. What
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if he stuck his tongue into her mouth and tasted the
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thick pungent dog goo ? How could she ever explain it ?
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How could he ever forgive her ? Maybe, she really was
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a slut.
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"My God" she said silently to herself. She felt confused
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and lost as Bob turned his face toward her for a kiss.
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She kept her lips tightly pressed together. His tongue
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tried to force its way between her lips.
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Breaking out of his embrace she backed up one step and
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mumbled, "Sorry, bad breath."
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"Dog breath," the voices whispered.
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Bob left. There was a sound of light laughter in her
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ears.
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She felt faint. The moment passed quickly.
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Subject: story RP- author : Daney Dewitt - Donna's Humiliation 2 - donna02.txt
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Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:22:55 -0700
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Donna's Humiliation
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A Nasty Girl Story
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by Dafney Dewitt
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This story is intended as a satire of erotic submission
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tales. If you are not overcome by lust, the lampoon will
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become obvious and unavoidable.
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Donna's Humiliation
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Part 2
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Brunch
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Donna's Hot Dog Snack
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Her heart is thumping wildly as she locks the front door
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and returns to the kitchen.
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Donna runs straight to the kitchen sink and opens her mouth
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over an empty baby bottle. The dog cum and a considerably
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amount of saliva drips down into the bottle. It forms a
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string between the bottle and her lips which she had to break
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with her fingers.
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Donna inhales deeply. She feels as if she's been holding
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her breath. She wants desperately to wash the dog cum
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flavor out of her mouth with hot coffee, but the voices are
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demanding hotdogs.
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Donna opens the refrigerator door. She finds a package of
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Oscar Meyer Hotdogs, removes one, and pops it into the
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microwave for 1 minute.
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"Exposure time," the voice whisper.
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Donna slips her robe off her shoulder and drops it onto the
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kitchen floor.
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She is 32, with a slim youthful looking body, medium sized
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pointed breasts that showed no signs of drooping after
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nursing 3 kids. The nipples were erect and tender from the
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daily sucking given by the baby. She has blond hair tied with
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a red ribbon in back and light blue eyes, but was far from
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anyone's idea of beautiful. Her nose was too long and her
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eyes were set apart too wide on her face. She wore oval
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shaped brown glasses that gave her a librarian look. She
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had quit her job selling real estate to take care of the
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unexpected baby. She thought of herself as a good mother.
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As if in after thought, the voice say, "Oh, and remove
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your panties."
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She let the white cotton panties fall to her ankles.
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She pushes open the microwave door. The hotdog feels good
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to hold. It is warm. Donna smiles tilting her head a little
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to the left. She sits down on the hard cold linoleum floor
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holding onto the hotdog with all four fingers to feel the
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warmth. Slowly, spreading her legs, Donna mechanically
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inserts the hot dog into herself in the same way that she
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would insert a tampon in the privacy of her bathroom.
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Naked except for her bra, legs spread wide, her cotton
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panties dangling from the ankle of her left foot, sitting
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in the middle of the kitten floor with a hotdog protruding
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out between her legs, Donna waits. She feels stupid sitting
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on the floor. The whole situation seems silly. She tilts
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her head to the left in a quirky smile at the absurdity of
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it all.
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>From behind Donna comes the sounds of toenails clicking on
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the floor as the black doberman walks into the kitchen. Donna
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can't turn around, but she imagines the camcorder zooming
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in on the dog. Doing a close up comparison between her widely
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spread legs, the dog approaching behind her, and then cutting
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to her face.
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She is at a disadvantage.
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The doberman has never seen Donna naked or in such an
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exposed position with her legs spread wide. His keen nose
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immediately catches the scent of her open cuntlips and the
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snub of red hot dog protruding between them.
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Bowser pushes his cold nose between her legs.
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Startled by the dog's cold nose in contact with her most
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sensitive private parts, Donna starts to push the dog's
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head to one side. But the dog is insistant and pushes
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back.
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"Bowser, please ... no " she pleads.
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None of this had any affect on the dog. It growls at her,
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and barks once before resuming its probing. Donna's
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objection to the dog's cold nose is replaced by fear. What
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if it bit her ?
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How could she ever explain a dog bite on her private parts ?
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What would the pain be like. How much damage would it do ?
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Was taking the chance of being bitten worth the resistence ?
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Donna relents to the dog's curiosity. She relaxes placing
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both her hands behind her, palms down on the floor to keep
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her balance against the dog's head shoving into her open legs.
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It caught the scent of the hotdog and was now licking her
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cunt. The licking continues in a methodical way. The rough
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rasping pink tongue lapping at her exposed cunt.
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"Oh, no, please stop," Donna continues her pleading,
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"No Bowser, please stop"
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But she no longer attempts to push his head away.
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The viewpoint changes.
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It alternates from focusing on the mixture of saliva and
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cunt juice dripping from the dog's tongue to close ups of
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Donna's humilated face pleading for the dog to stop its
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licking. Finally, exhausted by pleading, she goes into a
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trance-like state and relaxes, trying to shut her mind off,
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to believe that none of this is happening. She gives a
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quirky smile thinking about how much she loves her baby,
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and taking comfort in the thought that she's a good mother.
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Natural lubrication starts pushing the hotdog out of her
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cunt and dog begins taking small bites out of it. Donna's
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face twitches involuntarily every time the dog takes a bite,
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hoping that those sharp canine teeth will only sink into the
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hot dog and not her most precious parts. By the time the
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doberman has eaten all of the hotdog, it seems like an
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eternity has passed.
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Donna glances up at the kitchen clock.
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It's only 8:15 am. She looks down between her legs. Her open
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pussy lips are dripping onto the kitchen floor mixing with
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the dogs saliva, making a small wet pool between her legs.
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A muscle twitches on the inside of her left thigh from the
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exertion of keeping her legs so widely spread wide so the dog
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could eat her. It was going to be a long day.
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Donna looks drained. "I'm exhausted," she sighs.
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It is the baby crying that brings Donna out of her
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trance.
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_________________________________________________________
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Donna's Humiliation
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A Nasty Girl Story
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by Dafney Dewitt
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Donna's Humiliation
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Part #3/12
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Donna Feeds the Baby
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Rubber Bands
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Donna gradually became aware of the voice. It was hard to
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hear over the crying of the baby. It was repeated several
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times before she understood and responded.
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She searched the opened the junk drawer in the kitchen.
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It held all the odds and ends that seemed to pile up. It
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was filled with an assortment of tacks, screws, paper clips,
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rubber bands. Near the front were a pair of scissors, and
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a set of very small screw drivers. She grabbed a handful
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of the rubber bands. Next she went to the refrigerator door.
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On the door were several magnetic fasteners shaped like
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clothes pins holding discount pizza coupons. She opened
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the fastener and let the coupons fall the to floor. Donna
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watched as a Compbell's soup coupon fell into the wet spot
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where she had sat and slowly turn dark as it absorbed the
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wet goo from the dog's saliva and her pussy juices.
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Breaking free from her fascination with the slowly
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darkening coupon, she grabbed the baby bottle out of the
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kitchen sink following the sounds of the crying baby into
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the nursery.
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The nursery was docorated in pink with pictures of Disney
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characters pasted on the walls. A wind up music toy hung
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from the ceiling just above the baby's head in the crib.
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A diaper changing table and small single bed were to one
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side of the crib.
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She gently supported the baby's head with her right hand
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and scooped him out of the crib. The baby stopped crying.
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She automatically took her right breast out of the bra cup
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and offered it to the baby's mouth.
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"Stop action," the voice commanded.
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She abrutptly pulled the baby away from her exposed nipple.
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She layed the baby down on the bed. It began to cry
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immediately.
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"Use the rubber bands, the voice suggested.
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She took several rubber bands and put them around her
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right breast. The affect was immediate. They constricted
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her breast making it bulge. It looked grotesque and
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unnatural. Another rubber band, she doubled and tripled
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around her right index finger until it was snug. She
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pointed the finger at her nipple and used her other hand
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to roll the the rubber band off her finger and onto the
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base of her nipple. The nipple grew red and turgid. It
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was now a minature reflection of her boob. A small red
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fleshy bulb constricted at the base. The blood couldn't
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circulate so it bulged. It looked grotesque.
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She hesitated. Horrified by her deed.
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"Feed the baby," the voice encouraged her into action.
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She scooped the baby off the bed and put it to her nipple.
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It stopped crying at once. It sucked vigorously at her
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engorged nipple. It hurt Donna.
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She grimaced. "Ouch !," she shouted. "Slow down !"
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The baby was sucking too hard. It was tearing up her
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nipple. It would never get any milk. The rubber bands
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were too tight.
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"No, please." She begged.
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"I don't want to feed the baby" "My nipple, it hurts."
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There was a faint sound of laughter in her ears.
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The baby kept sucking.
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Donna's face contorted, twisted in pain, but she held
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the baby to her bosum allowing it to tear at her raw
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much abused nipple.
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After what seemed an eternity, the voices let her stop.
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Donna slid the baby off her chest to a position between
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her legs. With the back of the baby's head resting on
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her mound, she considered turning it around, letting it
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suck on her clit, making the baby suck her off. Donna
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tried to dispel these evil thoughts by screwing a nipple
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on the baby bottle holding the mixture of dog cum and
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her own saliva. She turned the bottle upside down,
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watchingg as the slimy mixture sank into the rubber end
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of the nipple.
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The baby was crying again.
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"Put the rubber nipple in the baby's mouth"
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She hesitated, "Please don't make me do this. I'll let
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you do anything to me, but just ...." She couldn't even
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finish before starting to cry.
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"Do it." the voices repeated.
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"Please."
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"Do it now."
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"I'm a good mother," Donna said before relenting.
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She couldn't stand to hear the baby crying. She pulled
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the baby onto her stomach, cradling it in her arms and
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offered it the rubber nipple and it eagerly sucked up the
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dog cum. The baby smiled at Donna as it sucked up the
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vile fluid.
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It was the smile that broke Donna's heart.
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Donna's Humiliation
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Donna's Humiliation
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Donna Watches TV
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With The Brothers
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After the baby had been fed and put back in its crib, Donna
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crawled on her hands and knees to the bath room. In the
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hallway, she met up with Bowser, her black doberman, who
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seemed mystified by the crawling woman with the stinky cunt
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juices running down the inside of her thighs. He made a
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clumsy attempt to mount her, but she pushed him off.
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She took the rubber bands off her tit and felt instant
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relief as the blood rushed back into her breast.
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Unexpectantly, the voices allowed her to take an
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uninterrupted shower without molesting her. The hot soapy
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water felt good and helped wash away some of the tension
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from just having fed her baby dog cum instead of breast
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milk.
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After showering, she was allowed to walk back to the
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bedroom.
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The voices told her how to dress.
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"Put on pantyhose, but no panties, a nursing bra that
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opens up exposing the nipples, a white blouse, pleated
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black skirt, a string of pearls around her neck, gold
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hoop earrings, and high heeled shoes."
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The voices surprised her again by telling her to put on
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her brown oval glasses. She looked like a librarian with
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or a school teacher with the glasses on. She didn't feel
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at all attractive.
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Expecting to go somewhere, Donna headed for the bedroom
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door, but the voices told her to sit down on the bed.
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"Cut the crouch out of your pantyhouse"
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"Cut the crouch out of your pantyhouse"
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The voices must have repeated this several times before
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Donna responded. Taking the sissors off of the bedside
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stand, Donna reached beneath her skirt and grabbed the
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reinforced crouch section of ther panthose. With just
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one quick snip of the sissors shw cut it off leaving her
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pussy exposed to the air and whatever else might come
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along.
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Lowering her black skirt, she layed down on the bed
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smoothing out the skirt so it wouldn't wrinkle.
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It seemed like she had barely closed her eyes when she
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heard a voice again.
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"Keep your eyes closed and listen. Nod your head if you
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hear me."
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She noded once.
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"You're going to get up in a few minutes and wall into the
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living room."
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"Some things may surprise you but you will not talk."
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"You will sit on the couch and wait.
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"Do you understand ?"
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"Yes" she wispered.
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"Ok get up and walk into the living room."
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The camcorder showed her walking out of the room.
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The living room was dark. The curtains had been draw and
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about 7 men were watching something on T.V. No one paid
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any attention to her. It was a porno movie of some woman
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masturbating, legs spread wide. After her eyes adjusted
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to the darkness, she noticed they weren't men at all. They
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were just kids. Black teenagers. Their hands were bobbing
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up and down. They seemed to be keeping time to the music.
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As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she realized they were
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masturbating.
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She was sitting in the dark of her own living room with 7
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black teenagers who were watching a porno movie and
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stroking their dicks.
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A cold shiver of fear passed over her body. She rubbed her
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legs together. She did that when she was nervous. The
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feel of the pantyhose rubbing against her thighs comforted
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her, made her feel safer. She tried comforting herself with
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reassuring thoughts. She could turn on the lights and ask
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them all to leave.
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"I'm a well dressed fully grown white woman," she thought.
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"I am in my own house."
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"I can handle myself," she repeated.
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"I will be ok"
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Her confidence level soared, and then abruptly plummeted.
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To divert herself and help maintain composure she
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concentrated on the TV screen. There was something
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strange about the picture.
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A black doberman walked up to the masturbating woman on the
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TV screen. She recognized it instantly. It was her own dog.
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All she could see was a close up of the dog's tongue
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licking an exposed cunt.
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Her cunt.
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As the camera angle changed it zoomed to a close up of her
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own face.
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Her face.
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"My God", she thought. What if the boys turn around and
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recognize her ?
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Moments before she was thinking of turning on the lights
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and asking them all to leave. Now she was hoping the porno
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movie would never stop. They would keep their attention
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focused on the TV screen and not notice her.
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She was just starting to rise up off the sofa and leave
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the room when the voices spoke.
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"Lights on set," a voice stated.
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The inevitable finally happened. The porno movie came to
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an abrupt end. There was the sound of zippers as the kids
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put their dicks away. Someone switched on the lights.
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Still no one turned around. Donna thought her heart would
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burst.
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When the kids did see her, she felt instant relief.
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"Oops, hey guys there's a lady here."
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Several of the boys turned toward her looking embarrased.
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Donna looked imposing. Dressed in a black full length
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pleated black skirt with white blouse, high heels, panty
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hose, pearl necklace hanging to the tops of her breasts.
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Her blonde hair carefully combed back. She looked out at
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them through her brown oval glasses looking important and
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dignified. Not the sort of woman they would even dare
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make catcalls to on the streets. This was one of those
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wealthy looking white woman with creamy complexions that
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they might see naked in Penthouse Magazine. Nice looking,
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but clearly untouchable. For them totally out of bounds.
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"You'll have to leave now." Donna told them.
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"Ok, lady, were leaving"
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They all turned to leave out the back door when one of
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them stopped and said, "Wait a minute, I recognize you.
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You're the white bitch in the porno video."
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The other kids hesitated, but looked unconvinced.
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"Prove it, Jamoke, or we be jettin"
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Jamoke took up the challenge. He returned to the
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TV set, pushed the rewind button on the VCR remote.
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Suddenly, he hit the pause botton freezing it on a
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close up of Donna's face. All the kids heads turned
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toward the TV image and back to Donna's face. They
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were identical.
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Donna felt her heart accelerate with fear.
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One of the shorter boys took out a switchblade knife.
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The group of black teens slowly starting closing in on
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her. She was surrounded. The circle kept getting
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closer. They were getting ready, but hadn't quite
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gotten up the nerve to assault her. It was only a
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matter of time. She could smell their body odors.
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Donna's thoughts careened wildly. "If only I weren't
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alone" she thought desperately. "There's the baby
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and . . ." She suddenly stopped in mid-thought.
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The loudness and authority in her own voice startled
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her as she called out,
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"Here, Bowser, come here Bowser !"
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Soon there was the sound of a barking dog and toe nails
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clicking and sliding on the kitchen floor. In an
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instant, 150 pounds of black muscle came bounding into
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the living room.
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The circle of boys drew back as if they had been pushed
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by an invisible hand. They backed off as the dog came
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to Donna. The look of malicious intent in their eyes
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was replaced by fear and uncertainty.
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Then the dog did something that destroyed Donna's soaring
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confidence. It barked once again and quickly ducked it's
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head beneath Donna's black skirt before she could close
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her legs together and started licking her pussy.
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"Look at dat dog eat the white bitch," said one of the
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black teens.
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"Yeah, we's going to have us a show, said another.
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Donna heard the sound of someone's zipper opening as she
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felt the dog's wet tongue licking the crotch of her
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pantyhose torn pantyhouse, seeking out the exposed lips
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of her pussy.
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The gang of black boys stood over her stroking their dicks
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while the dog buried its nose into her exposed crouch. Its
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tongue relentlessly working its way deeper into her pussy
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aided by her cunt juices making the passageway slippery.
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Blood rushed to her pussy engorging the lips into an open
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hole like the puckered lips of a girl getting ready to kiss.
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The camcorder zoomed in on her open legs and the slurping
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noises of the dog's tongue.
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Donna had made a half-hearted attempt to lower her skirt
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over the dog's head, covering herself, regaining at least
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a little dignity, the skirt kept riding up over her thighs.
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It was hopeless. She gave up. The dog's will won out over
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her own. A brute dumb animal, controlling her, having its
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way with the most intimate parts of her body, while she was
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fully dressed surrounded by a group of black teenage boys
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stroking their dicks off in her face.
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Donna's thoughts were confused. At first she fought the
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dog's efforts to arouse her. She had her pride. How could
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she allow an animal to sexually excite her in front of
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others ? She had expected the black teenagers to gang rape
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her, but they seemed content to watch the dog. As long
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as they watched, she was safe. By sacrificing her pride,
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she could save herself from the debasement of rape. It was
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a last desperate attempt to regain control. She was out
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numbered, surrounded by a group of sex crazed teenage blacks.
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Donna had a choice to make. Allowing herself to be debauched
|
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by a dog might save her from a worse fate. If she could make
|
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the black kids jack off completely while they were watching,
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there would be no rape. Could she divert them into shooting
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off their wad's prematurely ?
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Donna made a decision.
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She would let them watch. She would make a show.
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She would moan and groan.
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"Ooh, aahh", Donna sighed, throwing her head back on the
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sofa, pushing to dogs head into her pussy.
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"Eat me baby", she begged.
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Stimulated, to a fever pitch by the strange sensations of
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the rasping dog's tonuge sloshing within her tremulous cunt,
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Donna lifted her hips, threw her head back exposed her
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vagina in the most abandoned manner she knew. The dog
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encouraged by her actions increased its licking with a
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series of rapid and deeply gratifying strokes.
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"Fuck my pussy with your tongue", she gasped.
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Donna closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations
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emanating between her legs. It no longer was a dog, or
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she arched her back forward, as the orgasm shuddered,
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before she dropped back down into the sofa and relaxed.
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Donna closed her legs, the dogs head slipped out, the
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licking stopped.
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Donna's Humiliation
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A Nasty Girl Story
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by Dafney Dewitt
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Donna's Humiliation
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Part 5/12
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Tommy Gets Out of School
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Donna smoothed out her skirt, sat up straight, and
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listened. She didn't move. There were no noises in the
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house, only the sound of the clock ticking, and the
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whimpering of her dog. She was alone.
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After several minutes, she rose unsteadily to her feet, the
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lingering after affects of the orgasm making her stomach
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feel queasy. Walking into the kitchen, resumed her
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domestic duties. She scrapped the remains of the pancake
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breakfeast into the garbage
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Picking up her son Tommy's plate, she rolled one his
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uneaten pancakes up like a burrito. She grabbed it,
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holding it like a cock, and squeezed softly, feeling the
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softness of the pancake, letting it squish slowly between
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her fingers, thinking of her young son Tommy's cock and
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what she would like to do with it.
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A sudden picture flashed before her. It was Tommy. Her son.
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"Hi, Mom." said Tommy lunging into the kitchen, "I'm home
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early".
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"Well, this is an unexpected surprise," Donna said abruptly
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dropping the curled pancake from her hand into the garbage,
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"What happened ?"
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"Our teacher was sick. Are you sick too Mom ?",Tommy asked
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unexpectedly.
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"No, I feel fine, thanks."
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"Then why do you have a wet spot on the back of your skirt ?"
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leered Tommy suggestively as he rubbed the tight crouch of
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his jeans.
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Ashamed beyond belief. Donna turned quickly, headed for
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the bathroom and looked at herself in the full length
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mirror on the door. She did have a wet spot. A dark,
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irregular stain, clearly visible on the black pleated
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skirt. It was a blacker black strategically located below
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her buttom, the result of her dripping pussy, leaking
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through her skirt, being soaked up by the cotton material
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of her dress.
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Her fingers fumbled with the button on the side of her
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skirt, trying to remove it, when Tommy appeared at the
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door.
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"It's ok, mom. Leave the skirt on." he commanded.
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Donna whirled around incensed that her son had invaded
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her privacy in the bathroom, angry that he was telling her
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what to do, ashamed that he had noticed the spot at all.
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"Mind your own business," she shouted with all the
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authority of a mother toward her kids.
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She looked him directly in the eyes, "You are going to
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behave yourself," she added confidently.
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"I am your mother," she continued as her eyes slid down
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his body noticing his fly was unzipped and the tiny pink
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head of his flaccid penis peaking out.
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Her first reaction was to laugh out loud, to relieve the
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tension she felt building up inside her, but she realized
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instinctively that something horrible was wrong, a barrier
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broken. Her status as a parent, the relationship between
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a mother and her son, something was terribly wrong. How
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could Tommy dare expose himself like this in front of her
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unless he knew she wouldn't report it to her husband who
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would punish him severely for the indiscretion.
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She looked up into his eyes again. His eyes locked onto
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hers. She knew that he knew.
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"The VCR," was all he said, turning his back on her with
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that supreme confidence of males everywhere knowing that
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as a woman she would follow.
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The TV was on.
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Donna's eyes stared at the screen image of herself dressed
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in white blouse and black pleated skirt laying back on the
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couch, legs splayed apart, skirt hiked up to her waist, the
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dog licking her, and a closeup shot of black dicks being
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stroked off in front of her face twisted into an odd scream
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of silent ecstasy.
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Tommy suddenly hit the remote control sound.
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An obscene blare of amplified sound burst into the living room.
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"Oohh, that's it suck me, lick me," Donna's image shouted from
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the T.V. screen. "Fuck me with your tongue," she screamed.
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Between shouts could be heard the sounds of the dog's tongue
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lapping into the juices of her cunt magnified to separate each
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individual slurp, lick, and sucking sound. The amplified sound
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making it even more obscene, vulgar, and pornographic then the
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mere visual image.
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Tears of shame welled up in Donna's eyes.
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"Turn off the sound," she ordered Tommy
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"No Mom."
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"Turn it off," she begged him.
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"No."
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"Please, turn it off," she gave up.
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"Ok." Tommy flicked off the sound, but the muted picture
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continued.
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"What do you want ?" Donna asked turning her eyes away
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from the lurid pornographic images on the TV and looking
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into the calm, innocent blue eyes of her son Tommy.
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In answer, his eyes flicked down toward his open fly.
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Donna shook her head silently from side to side in protest.
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"I'm your mother," she objected.
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"On your knees Mom," Tommy commanded.
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Donna sank to her knees onto the living room carpet in
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front of her son unsure of what would follow. Her mind
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numb with the possibilities. She was kneeling in front
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of her own son, only 16 years old, staring into his
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unzipped fly with unfocused eyes. Not really seeing, not
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really believing that any of this could be happening. She
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waited helpless, hoping for a reprieve, maybe her son would
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not use the video tape to blackmail her. Maybe he would
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laugh, tell her to change her skirt; hand her the tape;
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tell her to forget about the whole thing. Hoping against
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hope, Donna prayed on her knees. She prayed to God that
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he would not force her into this ultimate degradation. This
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incestuous obscenity. Her hands at her sides. She waited
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hoping for a miracle that never came.
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"Do it Mom," Tommy finally ordered.
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"Do what ?" she answered innocently.
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"Do me Mom," he repeated.
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Donna's lower lip trembled. She bit into it with her upper
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teeth. Maybe the pain would wake her up, deliver her from
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this nightmare. Tommy saved her from the making the moral
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choice. He hastened the debasement. He placed both his
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hands on the back of her head, forcing her mouth forward onto
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the head of his penis.
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"Suck me, Mom" Tommy encouraged her.
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Donna pulled him into her mouth.
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"That's it suck me, hard."
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She started sucking.
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"I always knew you were a slut."
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Her head bobbed back and forth.
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"Suck me off like the whore that you are."
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Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock.
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"Tommy's little Mommy whore."
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Donna made a series of slurping sounds.
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Tommy kept up a steady stream of vile, debasing comments
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as Donna sucked off her son's cock making it grow long and
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hard in her mouth. Suddenly, much sooner then she ever
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would have expected, it was all over. Inexperienced with
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the strong sensations produced from Donna's tongue circling
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his cockhead and the hot silky smooth suction of her mouth,
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he climaxed almost immediately. Tommy started spurting into
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her mouth, she gagged, he pulled his cock from her mouth
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dripping saliva onto her white blouse, and continued spurting
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onto her face.
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A large glob of cum landed on her hair and slid down the
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left side of her face onto her eyebrow. Tommy grabbed his
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dick with one hand and wiped the dripping head of his cock
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against her hair, using it like a dish towel.
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"Thanks, Mom" Tommy said zipping up his pants.
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"I'm going to go shoot some hoops."
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"See you later."
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Donna was left kneeling on the living room floor as her
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son went out the front door with a basketball. Even before
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the door had closed, the pale pimple faced boy with the
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dead pale blue eyes appeared with the camcorder. He zoomed
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in on her face capturing the still dripping strings of cum
|
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sliding down her cheeks. The exposure was too much for
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Donna, the debauchery by her own son too personal, her lip
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trembled and she broke into tears. She cried shamelessly.
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The camera zoomed in on her eyes, relentlessly.
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Donna's Humiliation
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A Nasty Girl Story
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by Dafney Dewitt
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Donna's Humiliation
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Part 6/12
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Donna Takes Out the Garbage
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Gradually, Donna regained her composure. Her legs were
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numb from kneeling. Her left leg had fallen asleep. She
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was forced to sit on the floor until the blood rushed in
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reviving it sufficiently so she could stand.
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Looking at her cum covered face in the bathroom mirror,
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Donna thought, "What a slut I've become. I've got to get
|
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a grip on myself. I've got to clean up." She washed off
|
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her face, but not the mess in her hair.
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Donna hurried into the kitchen, finished emptying all the
|
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plates and started the dishwasher. She grabbed the garbage
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bag from under the sink and walked out the back door.
|
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When she first spotted the large white man with the potbelly,
|
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and dirty undershirt at her garbage can, Donna thought it
|
||
must be garbage day. She had already started to hand him
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the bag in her hand before she realized her mistake.
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"Here, wait, I have some more garbage," shouted Donna.
|
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Startled, the man looked up. His first instinct had been
|
||
to flee until he noticed a string of semen hanging from
|
||
Donna's hair just above her left ear.
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"Lady, don't worry, I'm not going to take your garbage,
|
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I was just looking at it." the man mumbled in a low voice.
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"Looking at what ?" asked Donna suspiciously realizing her
|
||
mistake. This was no garage man. He smelled like a wino.
|
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"Looking at this," answered the man removing a discarded
|
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aluminum TV Dinner tray from the top of the garbage can.
|
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Underneath was a swarming mass of large black flies.
|
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"Watch this," said the man, waving his hands to disperse
|
||
the flies from the rotten hamburger underneath.
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Donna watched the hamburger move. At first, she didn't
|
||
understand what she was seeing. Then she realized that
|
||
the hamburger was maggot infested with small worms
|
||
wriggling in and out of the putrid meat. There were so
|
||
many worms that the entire lump of hamburger meat appeared
|
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to be alive and move. The flies soon returned hiding the
|
||
worms from view again. Donna felt nauseated.
|
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"You're sick," said Donna.
|
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The wino stared at the cum in her hair.
|
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"Stop messing with my garbage." "
|
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The wino backed up.
|
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"Get out of here."
|
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The wino hesitated.
|
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"Leave now," Donna insisted shaking her head so hard that
|
||
the string of cum fell off.
|
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The wino watched it fall to the asphalt before he slowly
|
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took a large rusty kitchen knife out of his back pocket
|
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pointing it directly between Donna's breasts, the tip
|
||
almost touching her blouse.
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"Lady, don't tell me what to do."
|
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Donna backed up.
|
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"I'm tired of everyone telling me what to do."
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Donna continued walking backwords.
|
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"No bitch is going to tell me anything."
|
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The point of the knife followed Donna all the way to the
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back door of her house.
|
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With the knife at her throat, the wino mumbled something
|
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which Donna didn't understand.
|
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"What ?" she asked.
|
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"On your knees, bitch"
|
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"Please, don't hurt me," she begged as she knelt on the
|
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hard concrete pad at the back door. Small bits of sandy
|
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grit ground into her knees.
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"Unzip me."
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She unzipped his pants.
|
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"Take it out."
|
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She reached in and withdrew a wrinkled, smelly penis that
|
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was uncircumsized and bent to the left. It looked and
|
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smelled as if it hadn't been washed in years.
|
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"Suck on it, bitch."
|
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She took the vile piece of flesh peeling back the foreskin
|
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over the pale white head of the penis and stared at it.
|
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The full light of the morning sun shining on it, made it
|
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look like pale anemic appendage that wasn't even a part
|
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of the wino's body. The rest of his skin was either dirty
|
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or tanned.
|
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Desperate for some escape, Donna hesitated.
|
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"Someone might see us, wouldn't it be better to go inside
|
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the house ?" suggested Donna.
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The wino paused for a minute, grabbed Donna by the back of
|
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her hair and forced her mouth onto his hardening cock. He
|
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used his handhold on her hair like an extension of his own
|
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hand, he fucked her mouth without any cooperation from
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Donna. She was just a object to be manipulated. After
|
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ten good thrusts into her open mouth, he pulled back on
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her hair, releasing his still semi-limp cock from her
|
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mouth. It dripped her saliva down onto her black dress.
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He pulled up on her hair until she was standing and forced
|
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her into the house. He took her directly to the bathroom,
|
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forcing her onto her hands and knees in front of the
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toilet bowel.
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"Bitch, you suck good, but I've been drinking too much
|
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wine. I've gotta pee," mumbled the wino.
|
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He grabbed her hair again forcing her head over the toilet
|
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bowel and let loose.
|
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A hot steamy stream of yellow urine flooded over Donna's
|
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face and hair dripping down into the toilet.
|
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"Open your mouth bitch"
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Donna opened her mouth just a little and urine flowed in
|
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onto her tongue. It was warm, yellow, vile, and smelled
|
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of ammonia. Donna gagged and was on the verge of vomitting.
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She wanted to vomit. It would redeem her, make her pure
|
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again, redeem some of her lost dignity. If she couldn't
|
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even puke when a wino pissed all over her face, maybe she
|
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really was a slut, incapabble of redemption, beyond saving.
|
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To be saved, she must feel enough shame, enough innocence to
|
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vomit. However, the gag susbsided. The momment passed.
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Donna did not vomit. She was a slut beyond salvation.
|
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For some reason, the wino left her there with her head over
|
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the toilet bowel. Her hair soaked with his urine. In a
|
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way it was the ultimate degradation. Even a garbage
|
||
scrounging wino did not think her worthy of fucking. He
|
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would let her wash his dick off by sucking, or urinate on
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her, but couldn't bother to screw her. He didn't flush the
|
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toilet. He left the toilet seat up. Donna was disgusted.
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Exhausted by the ordeal, she stripped off her clothes,
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showered, put on a nightgown, crawled into bed, and fell
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asleep instantly.
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Donna's Humiliation
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Part 7/13
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Donna's Bondage Torture
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Her nose itches.
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Donna tosses her head from side to side without waking up.
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A large black fly circles slowly around her head several
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times before landing on her nose again.
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Donna tries to raise her right hand to her nose. She tries
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to move her left hand. Neither hand will move more then a
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few inches. Suddenly, she opens her eyes, seeing the fly on
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her nose. She shakes her head vigorously and it flies off.
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The fly is the least of her problems, for she soon discovers
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that she's tied up. Both hands and feet bound, spread out on
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her own bed. The bedspread is covering her, tucked under her
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chin, so she can't see the ropes, but she can feel them.
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Her mind races with fear.
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"Who tied her spread-eagle to her own bed?" she wonders.
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"Could it be a burglar? Could it be a rapist?
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Could it be ..."
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Donna's thoughts are interrupted with the answer.
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"Good afternoon, Mom" greets her son Tommy.
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"Tommy, untie me, now"
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"Not quite yet, Mom."
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"Tommy, please, let me loose" she softens her tone.
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"That's much better, but not good enough, Mom"
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Tommy bends over the bed, looks directly into his mother's
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eyes, and deftly flips off the bedspread in one quick
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stroke.
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Donna gasps, "Ooh, noo" as the warm protective cover of
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the bedspread is whipped off her exposing her to the
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cooler air of the bedroom. Donna feels a distinct sexual
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thrill flow through her body like an electric current. At
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first blush, she thinks she is naked, but sighs with relief
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to see she is wearing her blue nightgown.
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"Tommy, don't," Donna warns, although she has no idea what
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he is going to do.
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"Please don't touch me," she adds in her nicest voice.
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Tommy smiles.
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"I wont touch you. I have a surprise for you Mommy. Don't
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you want to know what's in the box?"
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Tommy rests a small cardboard box lightly on her stomach.
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It doesn't weigh much.
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Donna's heart pounds. She doesn't want to know what's in
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the box. Seeing the gleam of mischief in her son's eyes, she
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knows that whatever is in the box is repulsive. Tommy wants
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his mother to suffer, be degraded, debased, in the most vile
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manner imaginable.
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"You're a big tease, Mom."
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"No, I'm not."
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"Your a slut."
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"I'm not."
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"You're not my sex slut, are you?"
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"No, I'm not."
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"But you will be after I'm done with you."
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Donna stops answering. She's confused. She denied everything
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her son Tommy has said. Yet, she feels tricked by his
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questions, as if he has forced her to say something she has
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not intended. He could force her to have sex, tie her up,
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rape her, but he could not control her thoughts, her
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feelings. Donna feels proud. She is a victim, tied up, in
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a situation out of her control.
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She is blameless.
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Whatever happens is not her fault. As long as she is master
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of her own mind, she feels good about herself. Tommy may
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have her at a temporary disadvantage, he may tease her, he
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may tickle her, he may spank her, he may even molest her just
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a little bit, but as soon as the ropes are untied he will
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loose his control. He doesn't own her. He can't force her to
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do things against her will. Once Donna is unbound, she will
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be free to soar like a bird. He will be powerless to prevent
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it. All these thoughts evaporate as if they never existed
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when Tommy opens the box.
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Inside are two quart mason canning jars. One is filled with
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a swarming mass of black flies. The other has a fist sized
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lump of maggot infested hamburger. Both jars are tightly
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covered with metal lids. Donna knows that Tommy has collected
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them from the garbage can. She takes no comfort from this
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knowledge. The insects seem even more repulsive inside her
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bedroom. They are out-of-place, obscene, dirty looking, and
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disgusting.
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"Mommy, tell me you want to be my sex slut."
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Donna stares at the two jars on her tummy.
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"Talk to me, Mommy."
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"I'll tell you whatever you want, just get those jars off me."
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Tommy sets the two jars down on the night stand to the right
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of the bed.
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"Ok, lets start talking dirty. Do it just like one of those
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sexy telephone services." Tommy unzips his pants and picks
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up an imaginary telephone with his left hand, and starts
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stroking his cock with the other hand.
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"Hello," he talks into the phone while staring at his mother.
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"Hi there sexy boy. I'm your phone fuck slut. I'd love to
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suck your cock. Do you want me to suck your cock?"
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"I'm stroking my cock. Do you want me to put it in your
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mouth ?"
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"No. I mean yes, but not now or I can't talk."
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Tommy smiles are her. "Maybe, I can do something for you, he
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suggests with a lewd wink.
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"Oh, yes, you could fuck me, screw me senseless" Donna says
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without passion or enthusiasm.
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The mechanical, passionless nature of this conversation is
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not lost on Tommy. He is not amused.
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"Goodbye, sex slut." he hangs up the telephone.
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His dime has been wasted.
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Donna looks worried. She watches her son open her bottom
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dresser drawer where she keeps her underwear. He reaches to
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the back of the drawer and pulls out her battery powered
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Magic Fingers vibrator. Donna is mortified. How did her
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teenage son know about this most intimate instrument of
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sexual satisfaction. She had deliberately hidden it away
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out of sight underneath her lingerie.
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Tommy quickly attaches the vibrator to his wrist and fingers
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with the velcro straps. Donna knows what it's capable of
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doing. She has used it many times to reach orgasm.
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Slowly, savoring the moment, Tommy lifts Donna's blue night
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dress up around her waist exposing her trembling thighs. She
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has on white cotton panties. For the first time, Donna is
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relieved that she is tied up spread-eagle. The panties will
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stay on. They can't be removed without untying her.
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Undeterred by this problem, Tommy turns on the Magic Fingers
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confident in its ability to achieve his goals. First he
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gently cups her pubic mound with the vibrations on low
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intensity, it feels good but far from the intense sensations
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Donna is use to experiencing. Privately, she begins to doubt
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that her son will have the knowledge or ability to bring her
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to a excite her. The vibrator will help, but it's still in the
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hands of a child. A tool is only as good as the person using
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it.
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Slowly, inexorably, the vibrator is having its affect on
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Donna. As much as she denies it, her pussy is getting wet.
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Not so much from the vibrations, as from the thoughts of all
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the previous times the Magic Fingers has been used to bring
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herself to climax. It is a proven electro-mechanical orgasm
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aid.
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Before long, her white cotton panties are soaked through,
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shamelessly revealing the outline of her pussy lips. Donna's
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sex is now totally exposed to her tormentor. Tommy, switches
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the vibrator knob to intermittent pulse. He places his index
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finger directly on Donna's clit, pressing down relentlessly.
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Buzz.
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Release.
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Buzz.
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Release.
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It is sexual torture.
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Donna's back starts to arch up and her legs stiffened as she
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feels an orgasm building deep inside her loins.
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"Oh, yes," she moans
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"Do you like that, Mom?"
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"Yes, Oh, God yes."
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"Can I fuck you, Mom?"
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"Yes, yes, anything, just don't stop."
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Donna's hips are bucking wildly trying to increase contact
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with the vibrating finger giving her so much pleasure.
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Suddenly, the buzzing noise stops Tommy turns off the Magic
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Fingers.
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"You bastard, turn it back on"
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"Sorry, Mom"
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"You can't leave me like this."
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Donna's hips are bucking wildly trying to regain some friction
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on her swollen clit, but it is hopeless. She begs her son for
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release.
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"Please, Tommy, I'll be good, I'll be your sex slut," she moans
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with a convincing sigh. This is the kind of lust Tommy tried
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to arouse with his sexy telephone call. Good vibrations fill
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words with passion. Shaken by the depth of his mom's sincerity,
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Tommy relents.
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"Ok, Mom, I'll get you off."
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Tommy turns the vibrator back on. The first touch of his
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finger is electric. Donna shudders violently. Her pussy lips
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are soaked with moisture. Tommy keeps his promise. Donna's
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body is racked by a powerful series of earthquakes.
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"Ooh, fuck me," shouts Donna as she orgasms.
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Tommy watches as her pussy lips spasm repeatedly from the
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rolling waves of the climax.
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Her heart hammering, the vein in her neck pulsing furiously,
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Tommy waits impatiently for her to calm down. Exasperated by
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his mother's selfishness, Tommy finally interrupts.
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"Ok, Mom, it's my turn."
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Tommy pulls Donna's cunt soaked panties to one side and
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slips two fingers into her wet pussy. He wonders what it
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will be like to slide his dick into that wet hole. Sliding
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his fingers in and out, he notices that her cunt lips,
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engorged with blood, stay wide open. They are puckered
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together like a porno star's lips in a pornographic movie,
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mugging for the camera, all poised to kiss.
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"It's wet," Tommy confides to his mother, smiling as she
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involuntarily shakes from an orgasm aftershock.
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Tommy knows he's turning her on. He takes his time. He
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enjoys watching. Beneath him is his own mother, someone
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much smarter, older, and bigger then he is, but totally
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under his control. This is the same mother who use to
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spank him for misbehaving. She use to control him through
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pain. Now he controls her through pleasure. Beneath him,
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Donna is shaking, quivering, and waiting for him to stick
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his cock into her pussy.
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"It's wet," he says again maneuvering into position.
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His mother waits.
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Without warning, he plunges his cock into his mother,
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thrusting deeply into her hot clinging pussy, making moist
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obscene sucking sounds each time he withdraws. He is
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amazed at the pressure her cunt exerts on his cock. It
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adheres to his cock like a sucking mouth. Which gives him
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an idea. Tommy withdraws entirely, crawling over his
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mother's helpless prostate body until his cock dangles in
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front of her face.
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"Suck your pussy juices off my cock," he commands.
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Donna looks up at the enormous cock hanging over her face,
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dripping with her own bodily secretions. Helpless, tied
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hand and foot, her body spread out before him, she has no
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choice. Impotent to say no, defenseless against her son's
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sexual demands, Donna complies.
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She opens her mouth and sucks on his wet, syrupy cock.
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Again, Tommy suddenly withdraws and lowers himself down
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into her open cunt, plunging in deeply and pulling out
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with a satisfying sound of sucking liquids. From then
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on he alternates quickly between fucking his mother's
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cunt and thrusting into her open mouth.
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Cunt.
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Mouth.
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Cunt.
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Mouth.
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He builds up a steady rythum until he cums. His climax
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starts just as he withdraws from her pussy. He spurts a
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heavy load of cum on the outside of her open cuntal lips,
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moving up quickly to dump another load on her open mouth.
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"Spit it out," Tommy commands.
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Grateful for her son's concern for her welfare, Donna
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spits out the cum immediately. It dribbles down the side
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of her mouth into the hollow in her neck. Donna is relieved.
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She hasn't been forced to swallow. Tommy has climaxed.
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Sex is such a simple thing for men. Just a spurt or two
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and it's finished. Now her torment is over. Tommy will
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untie her and she will regain a partial semblance of
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dignity.
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"Ok, you can untie me now," sighs Donna expectantly.
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"Sorry, Mom you promised to be my sex slut."
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"But, I did ...." Donna sputtered in protest clearing her
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throat of the last of Tommy's jissum.
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"Not good enough, Mom," Tommy answers coldly reaching for
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the glass jars.
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His dad, Donna, ruefully laments, would have been completely
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satisfied with her performance. Donna's heart bursts with
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pride that her son, Tommy holds her to a higher standard.
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He raises the fly filled jar, rolling it along the left
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side of her face. Donna can hear the buzzing of the flies,
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she can see the green iridescent bodies out of the side of
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her eyes. The flies are trying desperately to escape their
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glass prison. Tommy leaves her like that, in the company
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of flies, with goo on her lips, jissum in her cunt, and a
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furious buzzing in her hears.
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When he returns, Tommy is fully dressed again followed by
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the pimple faced boy with the pale dead eyes. As always,
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he carries a camcorder and starts filming.
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Tommy slowly unscrews the top of the mason jar containing
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the flies. He sets the jar down on Donna's stomach and
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watches. For a while nothing happens. The flies act as
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if they are still trapped. Gradually, one fly escapes,
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quickly the other flies follow. They disappear into the
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vastness of the bedroom searching for an open window,
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looking for an escape. It isn't long before the flies
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return. They start settling on the nether parts of the
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hapless female, tied spread-eagled to the bed. Flies are
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naturally attracted to a freshly fucked vagina. They land
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directly in the glistening white slime. The flies have a
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green iridescent band around abdomens of their segmented
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bodies. One fly walks over the edge of Donna's gaping red
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pussy lips and into the love canal. It buzzes furiously,
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bumping against the sides of her pussy going in deeper while
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trying to find the way out.
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The video camera zooms in as the flies cluster between
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Donna's legs. Climbing around her cunt lips, they tickle.
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Another large fly walks over the edge, dropping into the
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dark hole of the open gaping lips of Donna's vagina. It
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buzzes against the walls furiously, trying to get out. Other
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flies land directly in the sticky goo of the jissum, spreading
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it around. Flies fly directly from Donna's cunt up to her
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face. They crawl fearlessly over her face, her lips, her eyes.
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At first, they fly away briefly when Donna tosses her head to
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shake them off. Gradually, they stop flying off when their
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tiny brains realize that this woman is helpless. Like men
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they take advantage of the weaker sex. Donna's eyes shift
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rapidly from side to side in panic. She hates flies and now
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they are crawling all over her body, invading her most private
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parts, spreading goo from her pussy to her mouth. Donna starts
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begging.
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"Please, get the flies off," tossing her head to no avail.
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"Help me, heaven help me," she pleads.
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Heaven looks down with benign indifference. All God's creatures
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being equal. Only Tommy provides succor.
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Finally, Tommy relents. "Ok, Mom, whatever you say."
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He lifts a fly swatter and holds it over her head.
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"Noo, Nooo," Donna moans.
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She imagines the sting of the fly swatter hitting her directly
|
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in the face. The flies smashed against her cheeks, pushed
|
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into her lips, the crushed bodies of the flies clinging to
|
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the filthy swatter as it descends once again toward her
|
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reddening cheeks, being slapped by the wire meshed swatter
|
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smearing the dead remains of the flies across her face. Her
|
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face stinging, the beating will continue with her helpless
|
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to prevent it. Who will want to tenderly kiss her lips?
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Who will love her? Who will save the flies?
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None of this happens.
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Donna's entire body spasms involuntarily as if she has been
|
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struck. Struck by an inopportune orgasm aftershock, she feels
|
||
debased and abandoned. Her body shudders before the first
|
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blow is struck. She shakes uncontrollably. Tommy hesitates
|
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confused by Donna's shaking, but is undeterred.
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Without warning, Tommy brings the fly swatter down with a
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resounding smack.
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It lands directly between her legs.
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Donna screams. The fly swatter stings her most intimate
|
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parts, repeatedly smashing the flies into her cunt, crushing
|
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the flies into the pools of jissum, pushing the flies into
|
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her open pussy lips. The fly swatter descends over and over.
|
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Donna tries to brace herself for the impact, but it always
|
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seem to catch her unprepared, vulnerable, exposed, pitiful.
|
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Donna weeps openly, pleading, beseeching, imploring her son,
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her Tommy, to stop.
|
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Gradually, as the flies are killed, the whipping stops, the
|
||
pain subsides, Donna collapses onto the bed. Her whole body
|
||
has broken into a sweat from the whipping between her legs.
|
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Never in her life has she felt such exquisite pain in such
|
||
a small area of her body. Never had she expected to be
|
||
repeatedly lashed with a dirty fly swatter on her most
|
||
intimate private parts. Donna looks exhausted as if she
|
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were recovering from a fever.
|
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Tommy pats Donna's sweat soaked face with a bath towel. He
|
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soothes her sympathetically, calming her.
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"It's over Mom."
|
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He whispers in her ear.
|
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"The whipping is over."
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He pats the sweat from her face.
|
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"It's all on video."
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He wipes the cum off her face and removes the dead flies
|
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smashed between her legs.
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"You will be my sex slut,"
|
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He whispers gently patting her face.
|
||
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Once Donna's breathing slows, Tommy introduces a new horror.
|
||
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||
Tommy pulls a white latex glove over his right hand as if
|
||
preparing for a gynecological exam. Exhausted by screwing,
|
||
he starts unscrewing the top of the other glass mason jar.
|
||
Reaching into the jar, he slowly massages the squirming mass
|
||
of maggot infested hamburger. Keeping it inside the jar, he
|
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brings it close to his mother's face.
|
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"Watch the maggots, Mommy"
|
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"Please don't, I'll do everything... anything, I'm your
|
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sex slut."
|
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"I could take these maggots and jamb them up your cunt.
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If these worms crawl through raw meat like hamburger,
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just imagine how they would thrive inside your warm
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wet pussy."
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Tommy squishes the infested hamburger letting it squeeze
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out between the fingers of his latex glove covered hand as
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worms fall back into the jar.
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"I could fist fuck you, slam these worms all the way to
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your womb. You'd never get them out. Imagine Dad
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withdrawing his dick after fucking you and finding a
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worm on his cock."
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Donna is out of control, her whole body trembling, shaking,
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like an uncontrollable epileptic seizure. She is
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incoherently babbling.
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"I'll suck, fuck, you, your friends.... lick cum off
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the floor...swallow your loaded condoms.... suck Donkey
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Dicks .....please, I'll get you other women, let you watch
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me fuck other men...."
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"What about my sister, Cindy?" interrupts Tommy.
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"Cindy ?" says Donna confused.
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"Yes, mom, Cindy"
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"Cindy, what ?" cries Donna
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"You know...."
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"You want to fuck Cindy, your own sister?"
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"No, Mom, I want you to fuck Cindy."
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Tommy is joking. He had no way of knowing that his mother
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will take it seriously. Under stress, Donna's mind is
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receptive to any suggestion. A joke unravels the key to
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her heart and mind.
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Donna collapses. How can she fuck Cindy? She isn't a man.
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Only men have the power to fuck. She is pathetic, she is in
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a semi-psychotic state of incoherent blubbering. Only men can
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rape, not women. She is his.
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Her mind has shattered like a dish.
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She will never be in control again.
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Donna has broken.
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Donna's Humiliation
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A Nasty Girl Story
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by Dafney Dewitt
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Donna's Humiliation #9
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The Family Revenge
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Donna doesn't want Bob to go hunting. She's afraid of being left
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alone with her own children. Tommy and Cindy are like two demon
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kids, just waiting for the right opportunity, the chance to get her
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alone, the time to extract their revenge. Donna knows what she has
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to do. It is desperation that forces her to lock the bedroom door,
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confronting her husband with a choice.
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"Please, Bob," Donna begs, "Please don't leave me alone."
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"But I like hunting."
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"You like me too don't you," Donna says dropping her panties to her
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ankles and suggestively lifting up her dress showing him her blond
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thatch of pubic hair.
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"Yes, but hunting is a man thing."
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"I'll show you a man thing," Donna says unzipping his pants.
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She gently fondles his dick, bending down to take it into her mouth.
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Donna runs her tongue around the tip of his cock until it swells.
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She pops it into her mouth with a series of quick short strokes
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until it's rigid. She can feel it pulsing in her hand. Then she
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lets Bob thrust it into her mouth. She has never allowed Bob oral sex
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before. She wants him to know that he can use or abuse her sexually
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in exchange for staying home. Bob face fucks her with a vigor Donna
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hasn't felt since they were first married. Her wanton willingness
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to please him, her need for him to stay, her sexual surrender, has
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ignited his passions.
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Donna denies him nothing. Bob can do whatever he wants with her body.
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He can fuck her face, take her from the rear, twist her nipples,
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ejaculate on her face. He can do it all, if only he will stay. If he
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won't abandon her for the weekend, she will sexually submit to his
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desires.
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Sensing the submissive change in his wife, Bob decides to abuse her
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verbally while he fucks her.
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"You're a whore"
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With his meat filling her mouth, Donna shakes her head in denial.
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"You're my slut whore," Bob repeats taking advantage of her silence.
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Donna opens her eyes, but can only see his pubic hair pushing into
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her face.
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"Suck my cum, slut," Bob insists. With a quick jerk he withdraws
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and spurts a small load of hot jizzum onto her face.
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"Turn over bitch," Bob tells her.
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Donna turns, letting his cock slide a trail of cum across her face.
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Bob leaves her on the bed, heading for the bathroom.
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Donna is relieved. She had been ready to submit sexually to any
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demands, any perversion, as long as Bob stayed with her, as long as
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he didn't leave her for a weekend of hunting, but now she is
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comforted that his lust has apparently been shortlived. She is
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still exhuasted from the sexual abuse inflicted on her by her son,
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Tommy. She can use the rest.
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Just as Donna's body is relaxing Bob returns.
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"I'm back, slut."
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Donna turns her head to see him holding a jar of Vic's Vapor Rub.
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Bob plunges his index finger into the open jar of mentholated
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petroleum jelly and gently inserts it into Donna's asshole. He
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repeats this several times.
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Poke the jar.
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Poke her anus.
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Poke the jar.
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Push his fingers into her asshole
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Poke the jar.
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Slide his hand into her hot ass.
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Every repetition makes her ass burn more. It keeps getting hotter,
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burning like a fire inside. Gradually, Bob increases the insertion
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to include all of his fingers. After he has plunged all five fingers
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in and out repeatedly, he attempts pushing his entire fist into her.
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Donna screams.
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"Aaah !" she shrieked as Bob's fist buries itself into her virgin ass.
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"Oh, No ! Oh, No ! She wails.
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His fist, hard and unyielding plunges into her asshole, stretching it
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without relenting. It is no longer poking, sliding, or plunging into
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her. Bob's fist is punching into her. His fist is being swallowed
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by her enlarged anus with each blow. It makes an obscene sucking sound
|
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with each withdrawal. Bob notices his fist making a wet "slurp" sound
|
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on each withdrawal and a "splat" sound with each insertion. Within a
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short time, he develops it into a study rythum of sound.
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"Slurp" goes his fist coming out.
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"Splat" goes his fist going in.
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"Slurp"
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"Splat"
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"Slurp"
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"Splat"
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For Donna it quickly develops into an unrelenting rythum of sound
|
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and pain.
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Pinned to the bed by the pumping fist, Donna feels waves of fear
|
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ripple through her belly. This is a hard long piston, churning up
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her insides. There will be no quick climax. There will be no
|
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climax at all. Her entire ass is on fire.
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After an eternity of torment, the hand withdraws for the last time.
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Donna's asshole spasms, the sphincter muscles contracting arythmically.
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When they stopped her ass remains open. There is a black hole the
|
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size of a dime. Noticing this hole, Bob reachs into his pocket,
|
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extracts 4 dimes and 2 quarters. He flips a quarter onto her ass.
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It's bigger then the opening. He slides the quarter aside and
|
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flips a dime, but it catches on the grease of the Vic Vapor's Rub.
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Grabbing the hem of Donna's dress, he uses it like a towel to wipe
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the grease off her butt. The next dime flops onto her ass and slides
|
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directly into the hole entirely disappearing. Bob flips in the
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remaining 3 dimes before leaving on his hunting trip. Exhuasted by
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her ordeal, Donna falls asleep. She slept dreaming that Bob is
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laying on the bed beside her. She slept thinking she is safe from
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harm.
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After Bob leaves, Cindy and Tommy spring into action.
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It's the pale boy with the lifeless blue eyes and angry red pimples
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on his forehead who gives them the implements for their revenge. In
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exchange, the boy will be allowed to videotape the torture. A modified
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cattle prod with a remote control is slipped into Donna's open asshole
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as she sleeps. It is a self-protection device for women called
|
||
"The Defender" capable of delivering over 100,000 volts of painful but
|
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harmless electric shock. After the severe ass pounding by her husband's
|
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fist she never even feels the four inch long thin metal tube slip inside
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her.
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Tommy wants to activate the remote immediately, waking his mother up
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with a jolt of 100,000 volts of low amperage electric shock. It will
|
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feel as if her insides are on fire. Her body will convulse with
|
||
pain. She will be under their complete control. The boy with the
|
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angry red pimples restrained him. If they wait, Donna's anus will
|
||
slowly contract until the prod is firmly embeded inside. By waiting,
|
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Donna's own body will work against her, sealing the prod inside her
|
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bowels, preventing it from accidentally being expelled. To help hurry
|
||
the process, Cindy hunted through the spice cabinet in the kitchen.
|
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Armed with a small can of alum, she sprinkles it inside Donna's open
|
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hole. Within a short time, the alum has puckered her anus until it
|
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closes into a tight puckered depression.
|
||
|
||
|
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"Mommy, Mommy, get up you sleepy head"
|
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"Mommy, Mommy, it's time to get dressed"
|
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Donna hears the voice in the distance. It sounds familiar. She's
|
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so tired, so exhausted that she ignores it. She feels safe and warm,
|
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the burning in her buttom has susbsided. She feels good and just
|
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wants to keep on sleeping. She is safe. Her husband Bob will keep
|
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her from harm. Her husband who has pumped his fist into her ass will
|
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stay by her, asleep at her side, until he needs more sex. She will
|
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give it to him.
|
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"Mommy, Mommy, it's time to get up," the voice repeats itself until
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Donna drifts into consciousness.
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It's Cindy. She's shaking her Mom's shoulder trying to wake her
|
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up. Donna's eyes fill with fear as soon as she sees the empty bed
|
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space beside her.
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"Where's Bob ?"
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"Oh, Daddy's gone hunting."
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"But he promised me he'd stay home."
|
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"Sorry, Mom, but he's gone."
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Donna sits up in the bed. Maybe everything will be all right.
|
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Cindy certainly doesn't look threatening. Donna decides to get
|
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dressed and take control.
|
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"I'm going to get dressed, would you please give me some privacy ?"
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"Ok Mom," Cindy relents leaving the bedroom.
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Once alone, Donna quickly gets out of bed. She selects a plain
|
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blue dress with colorful flower print. It buttons down the front
|
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for easy access. Donna needs easy access for breast feeding the
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baby. Her breasts are swollen and heavy with milk. She needs to
|
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breast feed 5 or more times per day to reduce the swelling and
|
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even then sometimes her breasts become so painfully full of milk
|
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that she needs to use a breast pump to siphon off the excess.
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Donna wants to breast feed the baby but she is puzzled by the
|
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actions of her son Tommy and daughter Cindy. It's her custom to
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breast feed the baby sitting on the sofa in the living room so she
|
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can watch the local news. Tommy is running the vacum in the living
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room. This in itself is unusual. Tommy never cleans house unless
|
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he's forced to do it. Donna is suspicious and uncertain.
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She certainly can't listen to TV over the noise of the vacum cleaner.
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"Tommy, turn off the vacum, please" Donna shouts.
|
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To her surprise, Tommy shuts the machine off immediately.
|
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In the silence that follows she hears the first squeals.
|
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"What's that noise ?" Donna asks.
|
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"What noise ?" Tommy answers vaguely.
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"That squealing noise.
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"Just some new pets."
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Curious and intrigued, Donna follows the sound of the squeals into
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the kitchen. In a box shoved in the corner next to the door, she
|
||
finds a batch of squirming baby pigs. They look too small to be
|
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away from their mother. Thye're just a bunch of cute little piglets,
|
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the same size as a guinea pigs, but all pink, hairless, and
|
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harmless.
|
||
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"Do you like them ?" Cindy asks
|
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"They certainly are cute " Donna answers non-commitally.
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"They're for you," says Tommy.
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Donna looks at him and notices a strange gleam of mischief in his eyes.
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"Well that's nice," Donna answers, wondering what they are up to,
|
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"But right now I have to feed the baby."
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Donna returns to the living room, turns on the TV with the remote,
|
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unbuttons the front of her blouse, and shoves the babies puckered
|
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lips toward her the erect nipple of her right breast. A short time
|
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later, she would switch to the left breast.
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Just as the baby begins feeding, Tommy turns on the vacum cleaner.
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"Turn it off," yells Donna, feeling at a disadvantage making
|
||
commands while her nipple is being sucked.
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Tommy twists off the rug attachment at the end of the long metal
|
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vacum tube as if he is going to disassemble it, but he doesn't turn
|
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off the motor.
|
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"Turn it off," Donna yells again.
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Tommy points the metal vacum tube at her like he's holding a rifle.
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This act of defiance infuriates Donna.
|
||
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Tommy is toying with her.
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She lays the baby down carefully, covering her breast before
|
||
turning to confront Tommy. She reaches out to grab the metal
|
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vacum tube. Donna is furious. She's going to grab his gun. She's
|
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going to teach him a lesson. She is going to take control.
|
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|
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She never sees her daughter Cindy standing behind her with the
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remote control. Just as her hand closes around the metal cylinder,
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Cindy presses the button. A terrible electric shock emanates from
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the very bowels of Donna's body knocking her off her feet. Donna's
|
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first thought is that the vacum cleaner has developed a short
|
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circuit. It is total unexpected.
|
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The power of the shock takes her breath away.
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"Take your breasts out, Mommy," Tommy leers at her.
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Donna shakes her head in refusal.
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Tommy touches the vacum tube to her left knee just as Cindy hits the
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remote control button for the electro shock tube imbeded in her anus.
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Donna jerks back like she's been slapped by an invisible hand.
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An accidental short circuit does not explain Tommy's actions.
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"Take out your tits, Mommy," Tommy repeats
|
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With trembling fingers, Donna unbuttons her dress and scoops both
|
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her breasts out, letting them hang over the top of her bra cups.
|
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They hang out on top of the bra, obscenly swollen looking. The
|
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nipple of the right breast is still turgid and red from the baby's
|
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sucking.
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"Your breast looks swollen. Would you like some help ?"
|
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"No, please, don't do this to me," begged Donna.
|
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Tommy ignores her pleas.
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He waves the vacum cleaner tube back and forth in front of her like
|
||
a python, a snake bobbing from left to right waiting to strike.
|
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||
Tommy pushes it closer and closer to her chest until she can feel
|
||
the suction. Suddenly, without warning the end of the vacum sucks
|
||
up her right nipple. Donna braces herself expecting another heart
|
||
rendering shock, but none comes. The only change is in the hum of
|
||
the vacum cleaner motor switching to a high pitched wine as the
|
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machine attempts to suck up her breast.
|
||
|
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"Vooom, Varoom,"
|
||
|
||
The sound of the vacum changes to a high pitched wine as it tries
|
||
to suck in Donna's Breast. Pulling back on the vacum, Tommy
|
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stretches the breast until the suction connection breaks off
|
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allowing the unobstructed flow of air to return the normal deep
|
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humming sound of the engine.
|
||
|
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Donna looks at Tommy with a new fear, a new respect. He seems to
|
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possess a strange unknown power that totally unerves her. This is
|
||
something new and different. A strange force that she doesn't
|
||
understand. He can administer an electrifying pain, a pain so
|
||
intense it appears to originate from deep within her bowels. The
|
||
cause of the pain is a mystery. It's the unknown that makes it
|
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all the more fearful.
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By Dafney Dewitt
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A Nasty Girl Story
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Donna's Humiliation #10
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The Family Revenge
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Tommy rehearses his actions as if he's engaged in some sport.
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He concentrates on his efforts. He keeps repeating himself.
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"They need to be longer."
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"They need more stretching."
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She watches as Tommy pulls back on the vacum cleaner like he's
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reeling in a fish. The hum of the motor lowering each time the
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suction is broken leaving a nasty red ring around her nipple where
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the vacum has sucked in her flesh. Her milk heavy breasts stretch
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a little longer with each wave of the metal wand.
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"Spread your legs"
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Donna hesitates.
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Like an alien intruder, the metal wand of the vacum swings between
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her knees. The threat of electric shock hangs heavy in the air. In
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a gentle arc that gradually widens, the tube swings back and forth,
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forcing Donna to spread her legs wider and wider. Fearful of being
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shocked again, Donna spreads her legs until they are fully open.
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"Lift your dress."
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Donna lifts her dress up to her waist exposing her panties.
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"Push your panties to one side"
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Donna catches the edge of her panties with two fingers and pulls to
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the left exposing the lips of her vulva."
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Tommy lowers the vacum tube between her legs. He is careful not
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to touch her. The power of the sucking air makes her pussy lips
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flutter with an intense vibration.
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"Please, don't do that" Donna moans.
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Tommy keeps the tube between her legs.
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"Blurrp, Slurrp," The obscene sucking sound continues unrelentingly.
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"Oh, my God," Donna yells, on the brink of orgasm.
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Just before she can climax, Tommy withdraws the vacum pointing it
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at her left breast sucking up her nipple, extending both breasts
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and nipples out to new lengths.
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Tommy alternates between vibrating her pussy lips to sucking the
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milk out of her breasts. The vacum cleaner abusing her body like
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some strange snake. With every withdrawal it drips milk onto her
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dress and leaves bright red rings around her nipples.
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Donna's body shudders into an involuntary climax forced to orgasm
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by the double sucking action on her breast and pussy.
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Tommy turns off the vacum cleaner when he notices Donna's body
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stiffen with a climatic spasm. He has no intention of giving her
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further pleasure.
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"Button up your blouse and walk into the living room." Tommy tells
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her.
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Donna stuffs her swollen breasts back into her bra and buttons her
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blouse. She rises from the sofa as if she were resigned to her
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continued humiliation. Carefully concealing her anger, Donna walks
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toward the dining room. She glances back at Tommy willing him with
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her mind to follow her. Donna draws him away from the instrument
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of torture. She draws him away from the vacum cleaner.
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Tommy follows Donna until he is five feet, seven feet, and finally
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10 feet away from the vacum torture machine.
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Without warning, Donna turns on Tommy.
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"You little bastard," she shouts grabbing Tommy by the neck.
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Cindy watches with the remote control in her hand curious as to
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what her mother will do next. Tommy tries ducking to escape his
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mother's grasp. He is too slow, totally taken by surprise.
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Both of Donna's hands tighten around his neck.
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"I'm going to strangle you," Donna threatens.
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Both her hands tighten around Tommy's neck and begin throttling
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him. Donna's body surges with a power she didn't know she had.
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Tommy can't break his mother's grip. It feels as if she's been
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possessed with the power of demons.
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Cindy is enjoying herself. She feels powerful like she's holding
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the remote control for some advanced 3-D Holographic Television Show.
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She wants Tommy to suffer. She wants him to remember this attempt
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to strangle him. Later, when he remembers how Donna has choked him, he
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will show her no mercy. Cindy waits to press the button.
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Tommy is certain that his mother intends to kill him. He can't
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breathe. The room is starting to spin. His legs are wobbly.
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The electric shock hits Donna just before Tommy starts to pass out.
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"Aargh !," Donna screams totally taken by surprise
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Donna's hands fly from Tommy's neck.
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Tommy rubs his neck gasping for breath.
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"On your feet bitch," he gasps.
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Donna staggers to her feet.
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"Take out both your breasts."
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Donna unbottons her blouse and takes both breasts out of
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their cups letting them hang out over the top of her bra.
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She stands there until Tommy's ragged breathing calms down.
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"You will not touch me again, bitch" Tommy shouts slapping
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her exposed breasts with his hand like you would slap a face.
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Donna confused, and demoralized by what seems to have been a
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unexpected return of Tommy's power over her, stands before him
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without resistence. Her eyes are focused on the vacum cleaner
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with a look of hopeless incomprehension.
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"You will never touch me again, bitch," says Tommy, slapping
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her first with the front of his hand and then returning the
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slap with the back of his hand.
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Tears well up in Donna's eyes from the breast pain.
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"Not my breasts, hit me anywhere, not my breasts ...," she begs.
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Tommy keeps slapping until Donna's breasts are red. The red welts
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left by his fingers are clearly visible on her breasts. Donna's
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eyes fill with tears from the beating on her milk swollen breasts.
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Carried away by his anger, Tommy slaps at the breasts repeatedly
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until they are swaying in rythum back and forth like a punching
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bag. He continues hitting her until his hand gets tired.
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Tommy finally relents.
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"Crawl into the Dinning Room like a cow and lay down on the table"
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Donna heads for the dining room, on all fours, like a cow. She
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is totally subdued. Her breasts sway back and forth as she crawls
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on all fours. After crawling into the living room, she makes one
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last inadequate attempt to preserve the remnants of her dignity as
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a mother, and as a woman, by unconsciously tucking her painful
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breasts back into her bra and buttoning up the front of her dress. All
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thoughts of resistence literally beaten out of her. Her entire
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world is focused on her aching breasts.
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The dining room table has been pulled apart to make room for a
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center leaf. Instead of inserting another leaf three of the leaves
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have been shoved to one end leaving a 5 inch gap on the far end.
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Donna is forced to lay on the table so her breasts hang through
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the gap between table leaves. Her body is full supported except
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for her breasts.
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Cindy crawls under the table and unbuttons her mother's dress.
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Gently, she removes both breasts from the bra cups and lets the
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heavy mounds jiggle out hanging freely.
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What new torture will they subject her to? she wonders. Will
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they try to smash her milk heavy hanging breasts by closing the
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table together like some gigantic clothes pin ?
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Despite Donna's speculations, no attempt is made to close the
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table. Her breasts hang freely, unpinched, unbeaten, and
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unmolested. Donna rests.
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Cindy moves the card board box into the living room beneath the
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dinner table. Donna can hear the squealing piglets but can's see
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them. Tommy takes a large dictionary down from the bookshelf and
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several other large books. He places them on the floor beneath
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the table. It takes some adjusting before the cardboard box is
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the right height.
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The hungry piglets soon discover the two mounds hanging down into
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their box and the two nipples. They begin a frenzy of sucking to
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get at the milk. There are 8 piglets and only two nipples to suck.
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On an adult mother sow, they would have a choice of up to 12 tits
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to suckle on. They fight each other.
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Donna feels them pulling, bitting on her nipples, sucking out the
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milk meant for her baby. The constantly changing mouths of the
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piglets struggling to suck the milk from her intensifies into a
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wild feeding frenzy. The competition between the piglets continues
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for hours. Donna has nothing to mark the time except the squealing
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sounds of the pigs and constant pulling on her nipples. She passes
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out in an attempt to escape the horrible reality.
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Donna's dreams are filled with sounds of barn animals. She is
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laying on a pile of hay in the corner of a barn surrounded by a
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mass of squealing pigs. Her breasts are fully exposed to the
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mindless hungry animals. She has been reduced to a human suck
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station for pigs.
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The pale blue eyed boy films the dreamy far off look on her face,
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dropping the camera below the table for shots of the piglets
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swarming over her hanging breasts. The close up zoom shots are
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almost unrecognizeable. The pink hairless pigs, squirming over
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the mounds, pulling their bodies out of the box suspended only
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by their sucking mouths attached to the nipples, it is a surreal
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scene. It is not clear at all if you are looking at the magnified
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nipples of some animal or if they are human breasts. Only the
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clear shots of Donna's face make it obvious.
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The contented cow look on Donna's face is too much for Cindy. She
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goes into the kitchen, takes a can of with a picture of fried
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chicken on it out of a cupboard, and puts in on the floor. It's a
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can of Crisco. She takes the mop from behind the door, turns it
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upside down, smashing the handle into the white Crisco lard.
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Tit torture is not enough for Cindy. She repeatedly jabs the mop
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handle into the can of Crisco until it is coated white with goo.
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and shoves it up Donna's cunt while asking Tommy to unzip and
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force Donna to suck his dick.
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Tiring of this, Tommy suggests that they make the torture automatic.
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They blindfold Donna and lightly very gently, tickling her with
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some sort of leaves. It feels good. She doesn't know they're
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using clear plastic gloves on their hands to hold it. She can't
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see them. She doesn't know that in about a half hour her breasts
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will feel like they're on fire. She doesn't know they are brushing
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her breasts with poison ivy.
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Donna's Humiliation
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A Nasty Girl Story
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by Dafney Dewitt
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Donna's Humiliation
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______________________________________________
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Part 11
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Donna's Gang Bang Rape
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Bob's hunting trip has been unsuccessful. Somehow he feels less
|
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a man for returning without a deer. It is a man's job to hunt,
|
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to track down the prey. Women stayed at home or became prey
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themselves. There is a sensual thrill to the hunt. It isn't just
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in the killing. The kill is actually a disappointment. There is
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a connection, an invisible bound of fear between hunter and prey.
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You can see it in the eyes of the prey. It's a quick flick of
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the eyes, a slight movement of the head. If you don't know what
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your looking for, it's easy to miss, but once you experience the
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thrill of the hunt you can never forget it. It's the fear of being
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pursued. The fear of being tracked by a force more powerful then
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yourself, the fear of being caught, and the ultimate fear of
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submission. It is these intimate moments when the prey conects
|
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with the hunter that Bob savors the most. He understands the bond
|
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between hunter and prey. He enjoys the torture of pursuit.
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Tonight, Bob is going to make his dear Donna the prey to make up
|
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for his disappointment with deer.
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This isn't a conscious decision. Somewhere in the back of his
|
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mind, he knows that Donna is taunting him, thinking him less a
|
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man for returning empty handed. He intends to teach her a lesson,
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to show her just how very wrong she is by ravaging her sexually.
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He will go a bit beyond the normal limits.
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Bob always feels in control, able to handle any crisis.
|
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That is why the rape comes as such a surprise.
|
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|
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Bob is a bit old fashioned. He feels that his home is his castle,
|
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and his wife is part of his property. He is quick to defend her
|
||
from the catcalls of other men on the street. He loves Donna. He
|
||
loves his kids. He thinks of himself as her protector and provider.
|
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Maybe he doesn't always bring home the bacon, but he could still
|
||
feed her the pork.
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It is late. A dark and moonless night. Cindy & Tommy have already
|
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gone upstairs to bed. The doorbell rings a little after 11:30 pm.
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"Honey, would you see who's at the door ?" asks Donna.
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"I'm going," said Bob always willing to act as the protector.
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Bob turns on the porch light before opening the front door.
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"Step back," said the stranger.
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Bob slowly steps back into his house.
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A black teenager walks toward Bob. A thin short boy wearing a
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white T-Shirt and blue jeans. He couldn't have weighed more then
|
||
135 pounds. Bob could easily pick him up and toss him out of his
|
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house. He doesn't care much for blacks. He isn't prejudiced or
|
||
anything. He just doesn't like the way they smell. He doesn't
|
||
like the way they sniff after white women on the streets downtown
|
||
like dogs following a sexual scent. He doesn't like the way they
|
||
date white women. They're like animals. Bob would have never
|
||
invited blacks into his house.
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The sawed off shotgun pointed at his face serves as the black
|
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boy's invitation.
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Bob forces himself to move his eyes from the barrel to the base
|
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of the gun. The safety is off and the black finger is inside
|
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the trigger guard.
|
||
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Bob is almost ready to take the risk, to grab the end of the
|
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shotgun shoving it to oneside, but as he takes the second step
|
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backwards a huge man dressed like a Hell's Angel Biker steps
|
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through the front door. It's at this moment that Bob realizes
|
||
he is no longer a hunter, but merely prey.
|
||
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||
They waste no time in tying Bob up to a kitchen chair, and gagging
|
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him. No attempt is made to blindfold him. They position his chair
|
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so that he is facing away from the bedroom.
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"Bob, is that you ?"
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He can hear the uncertainty in his wife's voice as she calls out
|
||
from the safety of their marital bedroom. His wife is like a
|
||
deer bedded down in the brush feeling safe but uncertain.
|
||
|
||
This strange salt and pepper combination of the huge white biker
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and the slim black teenager has Bob puzzled. He imagines they
|
||
are an odd residential robbery team. The biker and black teenager
|
||
watch him. What happens next totally takes Bob by surprise.
|
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A uniformed police officer walks through his front door, tips his
|
||
hat in greeting toward the biker, and continues on into the
|
||
bedroom. Bob hears the bedroom door open. He is tied up facing
|
||
away from the door so he can see nothing, but hear everything.
|
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"Excuse me, Miss, Police Department."
|
||
|
||
"What are you doing in my bedroom ?"
|
||
|
||
Donna is worried. She sits up in bed clutching her nightgown
|
||
around her breasts. The voices have not returned. She is
|
||
uncertain what to do next.
|
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|
||
"We got a call of a disturbance."
|
||
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||
"Where's my husband ?"
|
||
|
||
"I'm sorry, but in all cases of domestic disturbance . . ."
|
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|
||
"No, Ooh, noo,"
|
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|
||
". . . we are forced to detain the husband."
|
||
|
||
"What do you want with me ?"
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"Just a statement."
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||
"Like what ?"
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||
"Well...like, was he hitting you ?"
|
||
|
||
"No, he wasn't."
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||
"Not so fast," says the policeman.
|
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|
||
He pulls out a black nightstick from his duty belt. Using it
|
||
for a pointer, the policeman resumes his questioning.
|
||
|
||
"Did he hit you here ?" says the policeman pointing to Donna's
|
||
left breast.
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"No."
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||
"Are you certain ?"
|
||
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||
Bob's concentration on the conversation coming from his bedroom
|
||
becomes obsessive. He wants to see; he wants to know; he doen't
|
||
want to be reduced to just listening like a sex telephone freak.
|
||
|
||
"Yes."
|
||
|
||
"Are you telling me that it's not even sore ?"
|
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|
||
The police officer pushes his nightstick into Donna's breast in
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a circular motion, pressing hard to make his point.
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||
"No, I mean yes. Yes, it is sore."
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||
To be truthful, Donna's breasts ached. They were sore and tender
|
||
beyond belief. The probing motions of nightstick make Donna's
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breast throb.
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||
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||
"Oh, so he didn't hit you, but now you admit that you're sore."
|
||
|
||
"Well, I, I'm .... I"m a mother," Donna finally replies in way of
|
||
explanation.
|
||
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||
She is embarrassed. She doesn't want to tell the police officer
|
||
that her breasts are sore because of pigs sucking on them.
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"Well, now we're getting to the truth."
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||
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||
"No, you don't understand."
|
||
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||
"Are you sore down here ?" The officer suddenly thrusts the
|
||
nightstick into the covers between Donna's legs.
|
||
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"Oooh, yeesss." Donna yelps out moving back toward the headboard
|
||
of the bed to avoid the hard probing actions of the nighstick.
|
||
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||
Outside the bedroom door, Bob is absolutely livid. He is tense
|
||
beyond belief, straining against the ropes, waiting for the
|
||
inevitable, hoping for a rescue, concentrating on each word
|
||
and every sound.
|
||
|
||
"Now, I'm starting to understand.
|
||
|
||
"No, the truth is, it wasn't Bob."
|
||
|
||
"Who's Bob ?"
|
||
|
||
"My husband."
|
||
|
||
"If it wasn't your husband, who was it ?"
|
||
|
||
Donna shakes her head silently from side to side refusing to
|
||
answer. The police officer jerks the protective bedcovers off
|
||
Donna and jabs the nightstick between her legs until it hits
|
||
home leaving Donna gasping.
|
||
|
||
"Who was it ?"
|
||
|
||
"It was my son, Tommy," Donna pants whincing with pain.
|
||
|
||
Outside, Bob can't believe what is happening. Is Donna lying to
|
||
protect him ? Is she saying this so he won't go to jail for
|
||
Domestic Abuse ? Maybe, the police officer is forcing her to
|
||
say these things. Or maybe, Donna did have an incestuous affair
|
||
with her own son. With a pride reserved for men, Bob wants to
|
||
believe that he is the one who made Donna sore. He remembers
|
||
the fist fucking he gave his wife. It has to have been him who
|
||
made her sore. No one could have devastated Donna like he did.
|
||
He is convinced she is lying. She has to be lying.
|
||
|
||
"You're lying," says the policeman.
|
||
|
||
"No, I'm telling the truth."
|
||
|
||
"You're lying to save your husband."
|
||
|
||
"Yes, I want to save my husband, but only the truth can save
|
||
a marriage."
|
||
|
||
"Prove it."
|
||
|
||
"There's a video tape hidden in the bookself behind the TV set."
|
||
|
||
Unseen by Donna the small black boy goes into the living room
|
||
searching behind the books and finds the video tape. He turns
|
||
the sound on the TV off and puts the tape in the VCR machine.
|
||
The biker lifts up Bob, chair and all and positions him so he
|
||
can view the television.
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After a long silent pause, the police officer answers slowly
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"I.. think ..you're.. lying.. because.. you.. love.. your.. husband."
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"I do, I do love my husband," Donna nods vigorously in agreement.
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Bob stares at the TV screen with betrayed eyes watching his own
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wife, Donna suck the dripping cum off her son Tommy's cock. He
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notices the smile on Donna's face. The same smile quirky, tilt
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of the head, smile she gives him when they finish making love.
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This is no faked video. His wife was getting off on sucking
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Tommy's cock. At the same time, he can hear Donna in the next
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room saying that she loves him.
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"Do you love your husband enough to prove your love ?"
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"I don't need to prove my love, Bob knows I love him."
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Bob watches the TV as Tommy's hand enters Donna's cum smeared
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pussy carefully cupping the jissum with his fingers, Tommy brings
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it up to Donna's mouth, and she licks his fingers clean.
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"Are you sure you don't need to prove your love ?" says the
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police officer pushing the nightstick beneath the strap of
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Donna's nightgown and forcing it down over her shoulder exposing
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the top of her breast.
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"Yes, I'm sure," says Donna thinking of how she submitted to her
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husband fist fucking her in the ass so he wouldn't go hunting.
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Donna is certain that her actions prove she loves her husband.
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"You would never betray your husband by degrading him ?"
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"Oh, no, I would never do that," Donna shakes her head innocently.
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Bob watches the TV as Donna jacks off their dog, Bowser, tips the
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waterbowl to her lips and drinks the dog cum. Donna goes directly
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to the front door and kisses him goodbye with her mouth full of
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dog goo. Bob's reaction is visceral. He almost vomits into the
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gag.
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"You're sure you would never betray your husband ?"
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"Yes, I'm positive."
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Bob watches the TV as Donna eats out the pussy of his daughter
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Cindy who is tied to a chair in the kitchen while Bowser, their
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dog, humps Donna from behind. He sees the dog's toenails leave
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scratches on Donna's sides. The dog humps her with a glassy-eyed
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Donna's back.
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"Well, ok." The police officer relents.
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"Is that all ?" Donna asks re-assuming an assertive attitude.
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Not all of Bob's body is tied. He notices that despite himself
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his cock seems to have a mind of its own. It is growing hard.
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He has a raging hard-on from watching the dog fuck his wife.
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"Yes, but we'll need to confirm your answers with your husband."
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The black boy hits the remote control shutting off the TV. Bob's
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mind is devastated by what he has seen and heard.
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The biker removes the gag from Bob's mouth.
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Bob remains silent. Just ten minutes earlier, before the TV had
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been turned on, Bob could think of a million things to say, and
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warning to shout. Now, he was stunned speechless. He was in
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shock from seeing too much, seeing an unimaginable evil beyond
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any husband's worst nightmares, and hearing his wife's denials.
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Bob no longer looks upon the black boy and biker as enemies.
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True they forced their way into his house. Housebreaking is a
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vicious act, but it seems to have been for a greater good. This
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odd couple is opening up his eyes to the greater evil of his
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wife, Donna.
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Donna's Humiliation
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A Nasty Girl Story
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by Dafney Dewitt
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This story is intended as a satire of erotic submission
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tales. If you are not overcome by lust, the lampoon will
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become obvious and unavoidable.
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Donna's Humiliation
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Part #12
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Donna's Gang Bang Rape
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Unable to lift him, the police officer drags Bob into the
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bedroom still bound to the chair to continue the questioning.
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"Well, Bob, your wife Donna has made a number of allegations."
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"Yes," says Bob staring at Donna.
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"She claims that your son Tommy took advantage of her, but
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that she truly loves you, and does not need to prove it."
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"Yes," says Bob staring at his wife with a blank numbness.
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"Well, do you agree ?"
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"Agree ?" Bob's mind is clearly not tracking the thread
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of conversation.
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"Yes, don't you think the burden of proof lies with your wife ?"
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"Untie me."
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"That's not the answer. Only the truth will set you free."
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"Untie me, now."
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"Ok."
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Donna's eyes flicker with fear. First she was afraid when
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she heard her husband had been detained. Now she's afraid
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because the police officer is releasing him. As the ropes
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drop away from her husband, Donna shrinks farther and
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farther away to the far side of the bed. Donna knows Bob
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has a bad temper. She isn't certain what Bob might do. She
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is certain she doesn't want to be around when he does it.
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Bob stands up. He walks over to the bed, grabs Donna by
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the wrist and drags her off the bed forcing her to stand.
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"The police officer's right. We need proof."
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Donna's mind races with fear. Her eyes flick unexpectedly
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to the police officer's fly. It is partially unzipped.
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Donna sinks to her knees in front of the police officer,
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thinking the worst, expecting no better. Thinking she will
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be forced to suck the policeman's cock, she assumes the
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position. Before she can reach for his zipper, Donna is
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stopped.
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"We need proof," repeats Bob jerking Donna to her feet.
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"I thought ...." begins Donna, clearly so embarrassed by
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her thoughts that she fails to complete them.
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"Where is the video tape ?" asks Bob pushing Donna out
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of the bedroom.
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Donna stumbles into the living room followed by the
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police officer and her husband. She gets on her knees a
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second time, but this time she is facing the bookshelf.
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She searches this wall of knowledge frantically for the
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tape, her hands working the books like she would a cock,
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jerking them off onto the floor.
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"Where's the evidence ?" asks the police officer.
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Without thinking, Donna jerks off the best of men.
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Shakespeare, Aldous Huxley, Betrand Russell . . . all
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these books fall out onto the floor as Donna continues
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her mindless pursuit of truth.
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"Where's the tape ?" asks her husband.
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Surrounded by fallen books, her legs splayed out on
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the floor, Donna looks up at her tormentors who remain
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unsatisfied by her efforts.
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It would be easier for Donna to simply suck the
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officer's cock. She is in an impossible position,
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forced to prove she engaged in an incestuous affair
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with her own son, or viewed as a liar by her husband.
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In her heart, Donna knows she's a slut. What pains
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her is to be thought of as a lying slut. The least
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she can do is cling to the dignity of honesty. She
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truly wants to be an honest slut. Like women
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everywhere, she sees a way out.
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Donna suddenly changes her mind.
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"I was lying. There is no tape. I never did anything
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bad with Tommy," Donna says.
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Bob looks down on Donna with contempt. He can no longer
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believe anything. Unknown to Donna, he has already viewed
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the tapes. He has already seen the evidence. All he is
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left with is the chance to teach Donna a lesson. She is
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much to big to spank. The punishment must fit the crime.
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He looks to the police officer for help.
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Pulling up on his duty belt, the police officer swaggers
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over to Donna rubbing his big black nightstick.
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"You're lying Donna. You're lying, aren't you ?"
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"No, I'm telling the truth," lies Donna attempting to hide
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her legs underneath her inadequate nightgown.
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"Did you enjoy sucking Tommy's cock or ... ?"
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To illustrate his question, the police officer takes the
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black baton, placing it between his legs, and makes a
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gesture like he's masturbating in Donna's face.
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"No, Noo, Noooo," says Donna shaking her head.
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"...or would you rather suck a black cock ?"
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As if on cue, the black teenager walks out of the kitchen
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and stands in front of Donna. A black silence fills the
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room.
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"Sit back on the sofa Bob, you're going to enjoy this."
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says the police officer.
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The silence is replaced by the sound of a zipper, by black
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hands slapping the jiggling flesh of Donna's breasts, of
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her nightgown tearing, and the wet fluid sounds of sucking.
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"Suck that black cock you bitch," says the police officer
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as he plunges his nightstick into Donna's pussy. She is
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positioned on all fours sucking on the black teenager's long
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thin cock and being impaled from the rear by the long hard
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baton.
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The policeman times his thrusts to coincide with Donna's
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sucking. Each time the black penis is fully buried in her
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mouth, the officer jabs the nightstick all the way into her
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cunt.
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Bob watches from the sofa.
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The rape proceeds in stages. It is not quick, brutal or
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predictable.
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Donna's Humiliation
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A Nasty Girl Story
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by Dafney Dewitt
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Donna's Humiliation
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The End Of the Begining
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Part 13 (The Unlucky Last Part)
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The rape proceeds in stages. It is not quick, brutal
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before it is over. This is an unlucky number, but not
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an unusual number for Donna part #13.
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Sitting on the sofa, Bob experiences a wide range of
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emotions. He wants Donna punished. He feels betrayed.
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He knows she has lied to him. He wants her to pay
|
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for being a slut. Donna belongs to him. Bob feels it
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is his choice, his duty, to put her in her place.
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He will show her who's the boss.
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Bob watches as the police officer removes the baton
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from Donna's ass allowing the Biker to approach Donna
|
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from the rear. He has a huge member. Donna begins to
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moan. The bitch is getting aroused.
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"Stop it ! Stop ! Stop ! Stop !" Bob yells from the
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sofa.
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Bob is torn by conflicting emotions.
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The Biker freezes.
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He is outraged at the invasion of his privacy, of his
|
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home, of his wife. At first, he wants to fight, to
|
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kill the policeman, the biker, and the black kid, and
|
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stop the assault, but the video tapes have revealed
|
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to him an unknown darker side of his wife. He is
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thankful to the black teenager, the biker, and the
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policeman for revealing the true nature of his wife.
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"Stop ! Stop ! Stop !" Bob yells.
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"This is Wrong !, wrong !, wrong !," He repeats his
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words like he is talking to children to get his point
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across.
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Bob knows that sexually excited men have shrunken
|
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brains centered in their other little heads. They
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are pleasure driven and have trouble thinking.
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Repetition is the cure. Climax is the end. Bob has
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seen, heard, and been down this path himself many
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times before. It is a road to boredom. Fun and
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pleasurable while making the trip but ultimately
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too predictable.
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A predictable punishment is no fun, is not true
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punishment. Donna knows the begining, middle, and
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end. True punishment would confuse all these. A
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real punishment for the slut will be to scramble her
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sense of order, make her loose her balance, take away
|
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the sexual roadmaps, push her into the unknown, a
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sexual TwiLight Zone of dread, suspense, and total
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surprise. An unending punishment would be best.
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"First we plug her ears," Bob says
|
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On all fours, waiting for the biker to plunge his
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giant cock into her rear, Donna turns her head
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staring at her husband with a newly found respect.
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"I've had all my holes plugged, but never my ears,"
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Donna tells Bob. "Even when I was made airtight
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with men in my mouth, ass, and cunt my ears weren't
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plugged. I've even been blindfolded, but no one has
|
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fucked my ears."
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"Shut up bitch," says the biker who is clearly
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frustrated. He gets up off the floor and joins
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the other men in a huddle.
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"I can't wait for you to stick it in my ears," says
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Donna oozing with expectation for the kinky and
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bizarre.
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"You stupid cunt," says the police officer.
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"No one is going to insert anything in you."
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"Here you go," says Bob grabbing the sound protector
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ear muffs he uses during target practice, and
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slipping them over Donna's Head.
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Donna's world falls silent.
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She watches as the men talk about things that women
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never hear. Ignoring her. She raises her nightgown
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exposing her thighs to get their attention back. The
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Biker smiles. She raises it higher.
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Then she notices that the biker is smiling at the
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other men not at her. All the men are smiling now.
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Donna drops her nightgown.
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Let's leave Donna's world and return to the world
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of men, sound, and fury.
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"What we need to do," says Bob carefully, "is the
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unexpected."
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"Lookat tha bitch, she's beggin' for it."
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The Biker smiles at Donna.
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"We're gonna mind fuck her," says Bob returning
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the biker's smile. Suddenly, all the men smile
|
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together like small boys at a circle jerk.
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Donna drops her nightgown.
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"Like a reverse gang bang ?" asks the police
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officer.
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"Yes," says Bob "No woman would ever expect a
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reverse gang bang."
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"Do that mean she fucks us ?" asks the black
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teenager still inexperienced in ways of the
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flesh.
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"No," says Bob "That means that we fuck with
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her mind and not her body."
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"Yeah," says the policeman jumping into the
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stream of the conversation "Deep brooks run
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silently".
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"Don't go Freudian on me," says Bob. "We need
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lots of hard cocks, not soft words."
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Bob gets on the telephone.
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He makes a silent call.
|
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Donna never hears the plan, never knows she will
|
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be the victim of a reverse gang bang, she only
|
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knows what she can see, shortly after Bob hangs
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up the phone more men pour through the front door
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of her home.
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Whatever is going to happen will involve lots and
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lots of men.
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Bob removes the ear protectors from his wife
|
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Donna, and turns the television on to MTV Music.
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"Okay, slut let's see what you can do."
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Donna is frozen, confused by the sudden blaring
|
||
of noise. She looks out at the faces of men
|
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crowding her home. There's old wrinkled men,
|
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young muscular guys, heavy fat men, skinny
|
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middle aged fellows. All shapes, all sizes,
|
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and all colors.
|
||
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"Come on slut, strut your stuff, get us off,"
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Bob encourages her.
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The men unzip, taking out their cocks.
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Donna feels intimidated looking at this sea of
|
||
cocks. Whatever happens, Donna wants to meet
|
||
this challenge head on. She plunges in bravely.
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It is a time to sink or swim. Donna can't
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afford to sink. If she drowns, it won't be
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from water.
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Other men's voices join in.
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"Com'on slut take it off"
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"Dance for us bitch !"
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"Juice me up baby !"
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Donna starts dancing like she's wading through
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water. In slow motion, out of sync with the
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music, her motions are in counterpoint to the
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quick tempo of the MTV music. Her arms spread
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out to the sides like she's doing a breast
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stroke pushing her tits into the faces of the
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admiring men.
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Dancing is not enough.
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Men always demand more. She starts stripping.
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Slowly, Donna lowers the straps on her night-
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gown down over her breasts. She wiggles it
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down to her waist letting it fall to her feet.
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Donna tries to enflame the minds of men. She
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will seduce them with her charms.
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Nudity is not enough.
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Donna strips buck naked. Showing her all. Giving
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everything. Letting the men's eyes feast on her
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nakedness. She even spreads her pussy lips with
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her fingers so they can see inside.
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Words are not enough.
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Jerking them off with words, Donna tries teasing
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them into fucking her. She begs them to fuck her,
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to let her suck their cocks, to fill her up like
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a camper van stopping at a gas station.
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|
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Nothing is enough.
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Nothing Donna does can get the men to fill her
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with their cocks. Donna does not get to suck or
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fuck. In the end, she gets nothing.
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The men tease her with their cocks.
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"Beg for it, bitch," a fat man sneers.
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Donna begs.
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"Please... please give it to me," she whimpers.
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"Give you what, slut?"
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"Please, please fuck me," Donna pleads.
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"Fuck you? You want me to fuck you slut ?"
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"Please," she sobs.
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"Say it, bitch, say fuck me !"
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"Please fuck me ! Please fuck me !"
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"Tell me where you want it, you whore."
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"In... in my hot pussy. I want it in my pussy !"
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"You want me to fuck your juicy cunt ?"
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"Yes," she moans. "Stick it in my cunt!
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Donna collapses onto the floor shivering with
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desire.
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A tall black man with bad teeth walks over
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to her. He bends down close to her face
|
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like he's going to kiss her. He's so close
|
||
Donna can smell his sour breath. He whispers.
|
||
|
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"Wanna suck my cock ?"
|
||
|
||
A shiver trickles down Donna's back from the
|
||
feel of his hot sour breath. She can feel
|
||
the air of each word against her ear. She lures
|
||
the man over into a corner. Her knees go weak
|
||
with desire. The mans long black cock dangles
|
||
in front of her face. She can see it, smell it,
|
||
taste it. Donna opens her mouth and closes her
|
||
eyes. She wants to inhale it into her body. She
|
||
is ready to suck it off like no cock has ever
|
||
been sucked. Her lips are open wide surrounding
|
||
the tip of the cock. She can feel the heat
|
||
radiating from the cockhead. She's ready to
|
||
clamp down on it with a silky smooth suction
|
||
that will make him blast his load into her mouth.
|
||
Just as her lips close, the cock withdraws, the
|
||
man backs up. Donna's lips close on empty air.
|
||
She opens her eyes in shock.
|
||
|
||
Donna watches at the tall thin man jerks his cock
|
||
off into a familiar looking plastic mixing bowl.
|
||
She sees the hot white ejaculate explode into the
|
||
bowl, dripping down the edges, the last few drops
|
||
of cum dropping like molten lead.
|
||
|
||
Spurt by spurt.
|
||
|
||
Other men follow the lead of the tall man. They
|
||
spit their sperm into the plastic mixing bowl.
|
||
Forming a line, taking their turn, they let go
|
||
with streams of stringy white jissum.
|
||
|
||
Spurt by spurt.
|
||
|
||
Donna watches the line of men move forward. The
|
||
contents of the bowel rise as the line dwindles.
|
||
It reminds her of something. Maybe egg whites,
|
||
maybe fondue. She can't take her eyes off the
|
||
bowl.
|
||
|
||
Spurt by spurt.
|
||
|
||
Donna is allowed to hold the bowl while the men
|
||
jack off. She can feel the warmth rising along
|
||
the sides. She can feel the weight of the bowel,
|
||
she can smell it, she can hear wet spurts of cum.
|
||
|
||
Spurt by spurt.
|
||
|
||
Her hands grow sweaty. She fears dropping the
|
||
bowel, spilling out millions of sperm upon the
|
||
carpet. She grips it more tightly. This isn't
|
||
just some inert liquid. This is live sperm. She
|
||
can almost feel the bowl vibrating. The bowl is
|
||
vibrating, but Donna realizes she is shaking,
|
||
nervous with anticipation wanting to soak her
|
||
face into the goop, wanting to drink it, pour
|
||
it into her pussy and dump it onto her breasts.
|
||
|
||
Spurt by spurt.
|
||
|
||
Donna no longer trusts herself to hold the
|
||
bowl without dropping it. She carefully, and
|
||
reluctantly sets it down on the table. This is
|
||
too important for a woman to ruin.
|
||
|
||
Spurt by spurt.
|
||
|
||
The men exit the house after dumping their
|
||
loads. Donna is sad to see them go, but glad
|
||
to see the bowl filling up. This will ber cum
|
||
to drink, pour into her mouth, spread on her
|
||
breasts, dump into her aching cunt. When all
|
||
the men are gone the bowl will be hers.
|
||
|
||
Spurt by spurt.
|
||
|
||
The hours pass. As the line of men decreases,
|
||
the volume of the bowl increases and the
|
||
reverse gang bang come to end. Donna puts
|
||
back on her white bra and panties. She slips
|
||
into her old pink bathrobe in resignation that
|
||
her efforts to excite men have failed. Her mind
|
||
flirts with the failures of the past like a moth
|
||
drawn to a light.
|
||
|
||
Spurt by spurt.
|
||
|
||
As the last man leaves, Bob closes the front door.
|
||
He turns off MTV and turns on the VCR and goes to
|
||
bed. The house returns to normal. The video tape
|
||
of Donna flickers to life. Like an old porno movie,
|
||
Donna's life is caught in a loop.
|
||
|
||
Donna watches the TV which becomes her reality.
|
||
|
||
Donna, her light blond hair pulled back and tied
|
||
with a red ribbon, attends to her family like a
|
||
waitress. She looks like hired help, a servant.
|
||
She wears an old pink bathrobe instead of a white
|
||
waitress's uniform. Underneath the robe is nothing
|
||
but a white bra and panties.
|
||
|
||
|
||
Donna dunks a wooden spoon into the thick white
|
||
goo, letting it drip slowly from the spoon. She
|
||
is making breakfeast, but the bowl forces her to
|
||
think of sex. Donna daydreams that she's mixing a
|
||
large bowl of cum.
|
||
|
||
Donna has never been comfortable being tall. She is
|
||
sitting down. The early morning kitchen smells of
|
||
coffee, heated maple syrup, and fresh pancake batter.
|
||
Everything looks perfect. Donna covers the top of her
|
||
coffee cup with her left hand, feeling the moist heat
|
||
while her right hand works rythmically out-of-sight,
|
||
between her legs. She tilts her head slightly to the
|
||
left in a quirky smile.
|
||
|
||
Her hand trembles.
|
||
|
||
She gives up. It isn't working. The voices have returned.
|
||
|
||
"Begin action", the voices say, soft as a whisper .....
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