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Subject: {ASSM} Rebecca Mine (Chapter 7) (N/C, F/f, BDSM, Scat, severe)
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This is story is fantasy and is only intended as such. It is writen to
be read by adults that can tell the difference between fantasy and
reality.
  
REBECCA LEARN'S ABOUT BREAKING RULES (CHAPTER 7)
Rebecca hung from her wrists most of the time too tired to summon the
strength she needed to stretch her body and take some tension off of her
wrists letting a little blood up into her hands. She knew she should do
it, somewhere in the back of her mind, but there was almost no feeling
left and she was very week from both hunger and fatigue. If anything
torture is an energy draining experience. It saps both physical and
emotional strength. She felt empty inside and believed her body just
wasn't worth any effort to maintain. Becky was sure she wouldn't be
alive much longer. If she wasn't allowed to really rest soon she was
certain she'd just pass out. Her mind could focus on nothing other then
her pain filled body.
Time seemed to pass so very slowly in the total darkness. What might
have felt as just a brief pause to her mother seemed like endless hours
to Rebecca. She cursed her fate for not even getting the small mercy of
lost consciousness. She figured that being torn apart while unconscious
was far more appealing then being torn apart while fully awake. Rebecca
decided that she would no longer care about what happened to her
physical body. The decision seemed to ease her suffering as Becky
relaxed and let her wrists take her  full body weight.
She could hear the sound of muffled footsteps upstairs, but there was
enough carpeting and soundproofing that the sound was very small. She
knew her constant moans into the gag couldn't be heard upstairs, but
somehow moaning made her feel a bit better. A real attempt at making
enough noise, through the gag, to be heard upstairs and attract
attention was impossible. She knew this instinctively.  
She had no need for any extra punishment at the time. Still despite her
resolution not to care about her body any longer, some inner force would
get her to stretch upwards enough to keep her hands alive... even if not
functioning. Her thoughts strayed to how much better it would feel if
she could only close her legs. The pain in her hips was getting more
then annoying. How Becky wished she could get up a little higher on her
toes and take some some of the stress off her back, shoulders and arms.
She also thought about how she could probably fall asleep if it wasn't
so cold; even despite her pain. Lack of food and sleep was making her
metabolism drop and she began feeling cold as well as tired and hurt.
When she tried to compare it with some other time in her life she could
find none that even approached the misery  she felt now. Rebecca lost
all track of time. When she finally was dazzled by the naked light bulb
going on, and heard the sound of her mothers stiletto mules on the
stairs, Rebecca didn't know how many days she had waited standing on her
feet. It had been about 4 hours.
Mrs. Jones was in a particularly good mood. She had spent time flirting
with the brawny moving men and had loosened herself up a little with a
half dozen swigs from the bottle of Scotch she kept in the house. Mrs.
Jones regularly dispensed with the bother of pouring the liqueur into a
glass. She was was now ready to teach Rebecca that she had better take
her words seriously. Beck had to know that she wouldn't be taking any
crap from her in any shape or form. Darcey figured this was best made
clear from the very start. She'd make sure Rebecca would get a lesson
she wouldn't forget. 
Rebecca hoped against hope that her mother was coming down to at least
let her down from her bonds.
Mrs. Jones had no such intentions. Becky's hopes soon faded away.
"I' m going to teach you Rebecca mine, that when I tell you something
isn't allowed without my instruction I mean it. I told you that you
don't piss or shit unless your told but you did anyway so get ready to
pay the price right now."
When she heard those words Rebecca's heart almost stopped. Her worst
fears were being confirmed that her nightmare would continue unabated
and that she wasn't about to be allowed to rest and go to sleep. She was
so tired and so sore it took everything she had to just go on. Rebecca
didn't think she could take any more.
Mrs. Jones had done a lot of research by talking to experienced doms
over the internet. She had backed everything up by also talking to as
many subs as she could, again over the internet. Unless her information
was completely wrong by some conspiracy, her new slave was not anywhere
near the level of stress that would put her in danger, unless she had
some hidden defect in her lovely body. Rebecca was a cross between her
mother and father, of course, shorter then her mother, but stockier and
more solid. Her bone structure resembled her father who was a very
athletic man. In a way she was born with a physique more more suited to
being a slave then the long and slender construction of her beautiful
mother. Here body could be trained well and easily build muscle given
the right conditions. Darcey was aware of the treasure she had locked up
in her basement and figured Becky would be able to take as much abuse as
any of the slaves she knew about with the right training.
Mrs. Jones was in her dungeon attire wearing just the garter, black
stockings and mules but this time she was well concealed under a shiny
black plastic raincoat and over her shoulder she bore a load. It looked
like a pair of steel pipes that had been welded together  to form the
letter 'T' . 
"I have a piece of furniture for your new home dear. Your going to be
spending lots of time lying over it I am sure."
A couple of paces ahead of where Beck now hung, there was a 4" hole in
the concrete floor lined with a steel collar. Mrs. Jones placed the base
of her cross into the floor and twisted it a half turn locking it in.
"Since it was the ass that was the offending part of the body that's
what I am going to work on the most but  don't worry, I'll move to other
body parts as well. I expect to have full cooperation from you at all
times no mater what I'm doing to you. Any hesitation and you'll see how
much more punishment you will earn for yourself."
Darcey Jones reached high and fastened a hand cuff to Rebecca's Right
wrist before releasing it from the spreader bar and locking the other
end of the handcuff to her steel collar. The same was done with the left
wrist; now Mrs. Jones felt secure that she could handle any
rebelliousness from Becky. 
"Stand still," Becky was ordered.
Rebecca didn't dare move. She had no stomach to risk more pain. 
The the ends of the leg spreader bar were then released from their
anchorage to the basement floor bur Rebecca's legs remained shackled to
it. Her knees remained spread wide by the shorter bar between them. This
little bar made sure Rebecca could not hide her cunt at all.
Mrs. Jones backed up until her thighs bumped into the cross sticking out
of the floor. 
"Come forward until I tell you to stop."
"That's far enough".
Spread as wide as she was it was hard work to waddle up to the spot on
the floor that also had a series of iron rings embedded in the cement.
She stopped and again the spreader bar was fastened to the floor locking
her to the spot.
"Get your hips over this bar and your head pointing to the floor… Now!"
Mrs. Jones had moved to the side so as not to be in the way. 
Rebecca almost plunged over the steel cross beam which rested just under
her pubic bone so that her hips were actually on the opposite side of
the bar. Only the fact her legs were secured to the floor kept her from
going all the way over. 
Before unlocking her daughters cuffs from her wrists Mrs. Jones closed
her knees over Rebecca's head, trapping it tightly. 
Becky's face was crushed between her mothers stockinged legs as she
squeezed the sides of her face. The cross bar was now bumping into the
bottom of her pelvic bone, causing a new unpleasant sensation. Her
wrists were then unlocked from her collar, one at a time and pulled
firmly to be fastened to waiting floor rings. 
Rebecca's ass was now not only stretched in four directions but pointing
straight up in perfect position to receive the whip or any other
punishment device. It had been marked up well by the beating with the
electrical cord but there was no more serious damage then a few blood
blisters and tiny breaks in the skin. Although the newly ringed cunt
lips also begged for attention Beck's very naked little ass hole
provided the bulls eye for her mother.
As appropriate to this nightmare, Rebecca saw her mother pick up the
wooden scrub brush from the pan full of antiseptic fluid.  The reason
for Mrs. Jones wearing the raincoat became quickly apparent as she began
to scrub Rebecca down. Droplets of spray from the vigorous brushing soon
covered the front of the raincoat. This was something she wanted to
avoid on her own skin since unless washed off in an hour or two the
disinfectant would begin to feel as though it were burning even her
healthy skin. It was one of the reasons why Rebecca's cunt and tits
still hurt as much as they did.
Darcey didn't stop scrubbing until the skin was tender to touch from
right behind Becky's knees up and around both thighs and her hips and
ass right up to the tail bone. When she was done the wooden brush was
dropped back into the tray turning the clear fluid red, and she picked
up a bottle brush that Rebecca hadn't noticed before. 
"I'm afraid dear that after tonight your virginity will be confined to
your vagina so I'm going to be cleaning up the inside of your ass hole
as well. Try to relax, it will go easier for you that way." 
Becky couldn't move out off the way at all as she felt the bristles at
the end of the brush push against her raw anus. Pressure pushed the
bristles back out of the way as the wire core of the brush pushed up
against the puckered hole causing the sphincter to clamp tight
reflexively. 
"I said relax, you little shit!… Relax!"
With the Bristles bent back the wire core of the brush slid easily into
Rebecca's rectum as soon as she unclenched her sphincter muscle. When
her mother pulled back on the brush driving the ends of the bristles
into the walls of her ass and lower intestine sending another attempt at
a scream to the back of Rebecca's ball gag. Restrained as she was her
hips didn't move more then a inch. 
The first stroke of the bottle brush came  a real shock to Rebecca and
the sudden burning of the antiseptic now being scrubbed into her inner
linings sent another jolt to her brain bringing it to full alert but
unable to do a thing to lessen the pain except to relax her ass hole and
surrender to the brush. 
It only took a few strokes before the white brush came out red. Mrs.
Jones decided she had better not risk any further damage and pulled the
brush out completely tossing it back into the tray of antiseptic.
Peritonitis wasn't something she had planed for Rebecca and she didn't
want to take that chance. She would need to find out exactly how tough
the rectum was before she used the brush again. She had a much better
feel for what she could get away with in terms of using a dildo to ream
out her ass.
"I think your back side is just about ready for punishment. Don't forget
that you'll be apologizing after I'm done. It better be better then your
last one or you'll get a repeat of the whole thing."
Mrs. Jones removed the raincoat she'd been wearing and hung it on a peg
in the side of the staircase, there apparently for that purpose. There
were three other pegs evenly spaced and ready for more raincoats. She
thought she had better get some more put in just in case there were more
visitors or if the visitors brought other things that should be hung up. 
"What a silly thing to think about at a time like this," Darcey thought;
but it wasn't such a silly thing to her. Even before she had subdued
Rebecca she had thought about showing her off to her acquaintances and
how impressed they would be with her slave training skills as Rebecca
would do the most demeaning things without question with a smile on her
face. Rebecca would not only do all the tricks but she'd also convince
everyone that she was having the greatest time. Mrs. Jones would be a
great success, in her mind. She would make sure they were favorably
impressed whenever she brought guests to the basement for an exhibition. 
On the wall beside a few other whips hung a 5' straight rattan cane
about as thick as a man's thumb. The newly naked, Mrs. Jones took it in
her hands putting the right one though a leather loop at the top end.
She stepped away from the wall and swung it through the air several
times practicing her swing till she got the highest pitched whistle.
"You may think your ass got a beating earlier on but it hasn't felt
anything yet. This will teach you to control your bodily functions. And
if it doesn't there's a lot more available"
Mistress DJ could hardly control her drooling cunt as she stepped into
position to Becky's left and without hesitation swung the cane as hard
as she could into her stretched ass just above the thigh crease. Rebecca
experienced a new kind of sensation. 
At first it was the low thud that Becky noticed, it wasn't like the
crack of the whip at all. When it hit the first sensation wasn't pain
but a jarring sensation that shook her whole body. After that the pain
came up from deep in the flesh to the surface of the skin erupting like
the hot lava of a volcano.  If the the first stroke didn't shatter her
pelvis she was sure the next one would.
Mrs. Jones paused a moment, long enough for the full effect of the blow
to sink in but not long enough for the pain to die away. The next blow
was a little higher up on her rear but even harder as Darcey had found
her range and was more confidant with the second stroke. By this time
the spot where the first stroke had landed was already marked by a long
pink welt beginning to thicken and rise as broken cell walls let in
fluid causing the cells to swell and form a welt. The second stroke
repeated the damage to Becky's ass flesh and bruising the buttock
muscles enough so they just stopped working. When she tried to contract
them to get ready for the next blow, she found they hurt too much to
use.   
Varying her timing to allow Rebecca no pattern the third blow came right
after the second and almost directly on the same spot. It split
Rebecca's skin in three places where there were bumps along the length
of the cane and at it's very tip. The shock wave was enough to bruise
her plugged bladder, re-energizing her screams into the ball gag
followed by gasps for air.  This was pain like nothing Rebecca had ever
imagined.
"You be sure and tell me if this doesn't leave a strong enough
impression on you. I want you to have a clear idea of what to expect
when I catch you fucking up. I told you, you don't do anything unless I
tell you to, especially shit!"
Mrs. Jones waited a while letting her daughter think about what she had
said and wait for the next blow.
The fourth stroke smashed into the back of her thighs just bellow the
crease.
Rebecca had spent almost half a minute waiting for it to come and
praying it wouldn't hurt as much as the previous three had.  She caught
a small break since her thighs could give more with the blow and were
better padded then her stretched ass. She still felt as if someone had
slashed across them with a hot knife. The welt from the first blow was
raised almost ¼" above the skin and beginning to go very dark along it's
whole length. Three tiny trickles of blood ran over the welt from a
similar but wider welt just above it. The bruising was beginning to
spread throughout her behind. 
Blows five and six were delivered lower down and individually to each
thigh. With the impacts confined to much smaller areas, the effect of
the cane was even worse bruising the muscles very deeply and breaking
the skin where the cane crossed previous lines made by the electrical
cord. 
Mrs. Jones walked back up behind her trembling daughter's widely spread
legs  and squatted down, lewdly displaying her swollen genitalia to
Beck's face. 
"Look at my face," she barked!
Rebecca dragged her eyeballs up away from the floor, in total terror of
what she had to face but now understood the price of disobedience much
better. Her fear of her mother was now so great she would have taken
more blows from the cane then look her in the face but she obeyed.
Remaining in her very low squat Mrs. Jones rubbed her left hand down
Rebecca's left buttock and thigh eliciting a grimace of pain on her
daughters face. When she brought her hand back down to her daughters eye
level it was clearly stained with blood. Darcey Jones rubbed the hand
off across Becky's head and face. 
"Am I getting through to you? Are you going to relieve yourself without
permission again, like some animal!" It was a rhetorical question.
"Because if you do I want you to know what you can expect. I'm not going
to show you off to me friends and be humiliated by you taking a crap at
some inopportune time. Are you going to learn to curb yourself?"
Rebecca nodded her head furiously, her eyes almost bulging out of their
sockets begging for mercy. 
"Now where were we? Oh yes I think it was four." Darcey said it with a
sinister smile while getting back into position to resume the caning.  
In very quick order Mrs. Jones applied four more blows to each thigh and
then waited to catch her breath while watching them change color.  She
rested the end of the cane on the small of Rebecca's back as though to
say that she wasn't through just yet. Her rump could still take more.
She wanted to get more color into the sides of her ass cheeks  so she
moved into a better position to punish the outside right cheek.  The
blows to her ass would now be more concentrated as well. 
Looking back between her legs Becky could now clearly see her mother
take a stance very similar to a baseball player. Her feeling of total
helplessness was overwhelming. She  watched her mother swing the cane
with both hands, heard the terrible whistle, felt the thud and then the
eruption of pain. 
Three strokes later Mrs. Jones moved to Becky's right so she could cane
her left flank. 
Becky now lay limp over the iron bar. The screaming had stopped. The
beating didn't until the left flank had been marked as well as the
right. Only then was the cane hung back up on the wall beside the
electrical cord, cunt whip and a few other whips that would soon find a
use on Becky's flesh.
Darcey picked up the spray bottle of her special antiseptic and sprayed
down Becky's entire posterior. Blood on the skin quickly mixed with the
clear, caustic, spray and rivulets of royal red trickled down both legs
and down the crack of her crotch. As the many cuts started to feel as
though they had just caught fire the bound girl became reanimated
thrashing around as much as her bonds would allow her. It was precious
little. The girls Mistress made sure every crack and crevice was
thoroughly washed down. The feeling of heat would increase for at least
another quarter hour and make the raw and battered skin feel as though
it were ablaze. When Darcey Jones ran her hand over Becky's super
sensitive skin Rebecca actually squealed. 
By this time Mrs. Jones own lubrication became obvious as the tops of
her stockings were wet with her secretions. The bushy hair around her
swollen nether lips was wet and matted. Both of her hands were also wet,
having  been used to fondle herself on several occasions.  
Finally Darcey Jones just couldn't stand it any more. She had to find
release for her sexual frustration. 
"I'm going to let you show me how well your learning your lesson before
I finish with your punishment. I was going to put hat pins through your
tits next but you might convince me to go easy on you if you really show
me that your ready to be good. Let me show you the pins."
Marla went to where she had hung up her raincoat and removed a long
plastic box from an inside pocket, as well as a big, black, rubber
phallus with a hose and air bulb at the base end. She returned to once
again squat open legged in front of Rebecca's face and opened up the
plastic box displaying it's contents to Rebecca. 
She saw the pins, more then a dozen of them, 6" long, very sharp at one
end, thick in the middle and then tapering down again till they ended
with a flat, circular finger grip at the other end. 
"Would you like to show me that you can be good; or do I just start
putting these through those udders of yours right now?"
Rebecca shook her head furiously hoping against hope to somehow avoid
having any contact with the small spears.
"Are you going to show me that you're learning to obey ?"
This time Rebecca nodded her head almost as eagerly. 
Mrs. Jones put her right hand on the top of her V and began fingering
herself in plain view of her daughter. 
It was one of the grossest things Becky had ever seen. She was glad her
nose was still packed so she couldn't smell her. She was sure she would
have died in her own puke.
"Don't think your going to get your mouth into this right away… cunt!.
By the way, that's what your going to be called from now on. I'm tossing
the name Rebecca into the trash bin and just calling cunt, or trash or
shit or anything else I choose. You'll now that I'm talking to you and
if you don't then you will be punished for not paying attention."
Mrs. Jones bowel, which she hadn't yet emptied, was letting her know
that it wanted to be emptied right away. Darcey turned around and put
her ass as close as she could to Rebecca's face. Slowly and carefully
she relaxed her sphincter muscle allowing a milk chocolate colored turd
to push it's way out of her ass hole right in front of Rebecca's eyes. 
"I just want you to see what you'll be cleaning up shortly… with your
mouth." 
The turd only pocked  out of her ass hole about an inch   when Mr. Jones
stood up and goose stepped over to the cage floor pan where she let a
few more inches come out before pinching the turd off with her butt,
letting it drop and moving closer to the middle of the pan. There she
again pinched off another chunk leaving the remaining length of turd at
the foot of the cage. 
"I feel like my ass is covered in shit… but not for long!"… Darcey
chuckled."
"Your going to get your tongue up into my ass and get every last morel
of shit that's stuck around my hairy ass… Or maybe you would just prefer
I start pushing those needles through your tits?"
Cunt was scared out of her mind at the thought of those needles being
pushed through her tits and shook her head furiously. 
"If I let you clean my ass you'll be quiet and do exactly as I tell you
without hesitation?"
The broken slave nodded knowing she would agree to anything she was
told. Thinking about those pins going through her precious tit flesh was
more then she could stand.
"If at any time I think your not taking your job seriously I'm just
going to turn around and turn both your bags into pin cushions for
knitting needles; got that?  Here… Let me show you how it feels cunt." 
Once again Rebecca's eyes bugged out in anticipation of more horrible
pain to come.  She watched as her mother picked up one of the large pins
and then grabbed her left tit between thumb and forefinger at about its
mid point and squeezing hard and pulling it away from her body. She saw
her mother bring up the fat needle and then closed her eyes, unable to
watch what was about to happen. 
Mrs. Jones placed the pin against the terrified girls tit, just bellow
her thumb and gave the needle a hard push. At first it didn't want to go
through the skin so she had to increase her efforts until it finally
punctured the skin. It was surprisingly hard work taking a lot of effort
to shove through as a hysterical Rebecca thrashed her head around, doing
anything at all that might bring distraction or relief from the horrible
pain. It seemed to both of them that the pin would never emerge from the
other side but it did eventually break out. Mrs. Jones kept pushing
until the sharp tip came to rest against Rebecca's right tit. 
"There are 15 more I the box just like it. Are you ready to show me just
how good you can be?"
Rebecca nodded her head wanting to void the pins more then anything
else. 
"I'm going to remove your gag now and I don't expect to hear a single
word. You can moan, cry, scream and wail but I will not tolerate speech
from you. I will almost never tell you to speak because I hate the sound
of your voice unless it's expressing pain. Then I think it's divine,
shut the fuck up and you won't regret it. Talk and I'll eventually cut
out your tongue……" 
Then in a quiet hissing voice she continues.  "Whisper an and I'll cut
your vocal cords."
Darcey removed a small hasp lock that ensured the gag would not be
removed in her absence  and released the hasp holding the gag tightly in
her mouth. It would  soon loose it's freedom again, since her mistress
enjoyed imagining the extra suffering that the gag caused Rebecca. She
could imagine the strain her daughters jaw was subjected to by the ball
and how painful that could be. 
Indeed if it hadn't been for all the other assorted pains, the one from
the gag alone would be enough to eventually break her. 
Rebecca groaned as her jaw was stretched open even more so the ball
could be pulled out. 
Mrs. Jones released both of Becky's wrists from the floor  and fastened
them to rings on either end of the T bar  she was bent over.  Her legs
remained locked to the floor. 
"Squat down and move your body away from the bar."
With leg muscles almost paralyzed by the heavy cane Rebecca pushed away
with her hands and sat on her heels, trying not to work  her legs which
screaming with pain. It would be a while before she could walk again. 
Mrs. Jones ducked down underneath Rebecca's arm getting in position
between the girl and the bar. She spread her legs and stuck her filthy
ass in Becky's face. 
"Come on, stick out your tongue and get to work… show some enthusiasm."
Enthusiasm is what Rebecca showed her Mistress. She was beginning to
think that pain couldn't get much worse then what she had already
absorbed but the hat pin through the middle of her tit showed her how
wrong she was. As she would find out, there are many pains that would
drive her to near madness.  This would be just one. 
Rebecca stuck out her tongue in earnest and driven by the sheer terror
that she might get all 16 pins through her tits drove her on,
disregarding the pain her nose ring gave her as Darcey Jones's ass
pushed against it. Even with her nose plugged she could taste the
bitterness of her mothers stool as her tongue was quickly coated and
Rebecca had to generate enough saliva to wash the shit down her throat
to keep her tongue clean. Her stomach began to heave and and try to
bring up her stomach contents but all that came up was a, bit of acid.
It had been more then a day since Rebecca had eaten, her stomach was
empty long ago. Knowing the throwing up even a bit of acid would
probably increase her suffering 10 fold she swallowed the acid right
back down. The shit was incredibly bitter, not a touch of sweetness to
it. She would have chosen death anytime over what see was doing now, but
she would rather eat manure then feel another needle go through her tits
or another cane rip through her ass. She launched into her mission to
rid her mothers crack of shit using her tongue, lips and teeth to get it
off her skin and and her bushy hair. 
For Mrs. Darcey Jones the sensation of the first touch of her daughters
tongue onto her filthy ass sent her on a journey from which she never
wanted to return. For the first time in her life the spirit of Darcey
Miller Jones soared with the eagles as she felt her power, the power of
life and death and life worse then death and it was all hers. She could
make Rebecca do anything she wanted her to do and the feeling
intoxicated her much more then the Scotch she had earlier. 
"When you've cleaned my ass then work right on my ass hole. I want your
tongue buried in it cleaning it from the inside out."
Rebecca complied again working her young tongue as deep into her mothers
ass hole as she could get. It didn't seem to be enough to please her
mother.
"I think I'm going to just fill your tits with the hat pins, You don't
seem to be very interested in being any good at all. Get more tongue
inside my ass you pathetic shit, or you might even get more then 16
spears through the tits. Seal my ass hole with your lips and try to suck
anything inside, out, as you push your tongue deeper inside digging for
another chunk of your gold, my shit.. Vacuum out my shit hole; good. Dig
for buried treasure. There sure aren't very many human's that could sink
as low as you… That's better… Get those lips in there. You'll make a
good toilet one day... That's it just get it in deeper… Good, now move
it in and out… Good… now wiggle your tongue as it moves in and out...
Can you feel any treasure up there, shit eater? Suck it out. That's it,
get your tongue in deeper, deeper. Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh,
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"   A light touch with her finger, to her own
swollen clit set off the biggest orgasm of Darcey's life.
 Rebecca found herself unconcerned with what she was doing, licking and
cleaning her mothers filthy ass. Though the taste was as foul as she
knew it would be the task gave her something to focus on other then more
pain. It was something she was able to loose herself in as vile as the
task was. If she was good and got her mothers ass real clean maybe she
wouldn't get any more needles through her tits. Maybe the punishment
would end and she would be allowed to sleep. She could do it and at
least it didn't hurt much accept for her nose. After a while she stopped
even noticing the taste. 
For Mrs. Jones the orgasm made her own knees grow shaky and weak. She
was thankful for having the cross bar in front of her own hips for
support. Doubts that had gone through her mind about what what she was
doing began to fade away. How could anything that made her feel so good,
so strong, possibly be bad. To die and go to heaven now would be a big
disappointment when she imagined the carnal delights that she looked
forward to. This was heaven.
(to be continued)

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