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Subject: {ASSM} A "Farrell" Story (Late For Dinner) Chapter 84: Nothin' Special (Family S and M Fun)
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Your comments, criticisms, and evil/sexy/comical plot ideas are always
welcome. Many of Kathy's adventures are loosely based on reader's
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WARNING! This story is for adults only and contains Strong Sexual
Content and Convoluted Attempts at Humor. It is intended as a work of
satirical sexual fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any
way condone or encourage similar behavior even if it was legal or
physically possible. If you are under or over the age of 21 or reside in
a state (or alt.state) that prohibits such behavior, stop reading this
right now. I mean it!!!!!!
Remember: DON'T DO THIS STUFF!!!!!
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Chapter 84: Nothin' Special
Kathy was trying very, very hard, but she really wanted to cry. Michael
had ruined the whole evening and put an end to her dreams.
She buried her face in Christi's hair. It smelled of roses and
cinnamon. In fact, Christi's whole body smelled like cinnamon.
Curious, Kathy gave her forehead a lick. She tasted, well, a little
salty, but like cinnamon, too.
"What are you doing?" Christi giggled.
"You taste like a giant red hot."
"Do not!"
"Do, too. You've got cinnamon coming out your pours!"
"That hurt so good!" Christi voice positively drooled. "You can use a
cinnamon dildo on me anytime."
"I'll keep that in mind," Kathy cackled. She forgot her troubles and
snuggled in the comforting darkness.
Officer Ray's squad car hit a bump. The girls almost bounced against
the trunk lid and Kathy heard a man "oof!" from the back seat.
It was Michael's "oof!" and Kathy's heart sank. She pushed her face
into Christi's curls and was about to sob when the car stopped.
The trunk opened.
"Ho, ho, ladies," Officer Ray smiled. "Is everything okay?"
The ladies said yes.
"Then wait just a minute while I get Michael back to his cell and I'll
take
Christi to target practice. Kathy, are you sure you don't want to join
us?"
"No, I just want to go home."
"Then, I'll go with you," Christi fretted.
"No, you go with Officer Ray, Chris." Kathy softy kissed her beloved.
"I'll be fine." She was trying so hard not to cry that she could hear
her voice shake.
Ray shut the lid and the girls embraced.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I just want to hit my pillow and stomp my feet with no one around
to stop me."
"Well, if you're sure...."
The lid flew open again and Ray helped Christi out. She smiled and said
"I love you" before it closed again.
Even though she really wanted to be by herself, Kathy displayed proper
etiquette and thanked the officer for a good 20 minutes after he
delivered her home. Then she swallowed and asked him not to tell Mommy
about Michael.
"It'll be our little secret," Ray promised as he slipped his flesh baton
back into his pants.
Kathy noticed the lights in the living room as she walked toward the
house. It could only mean the family was home from the movies. She
hoped she could slip upstairs without having to visit, but her eyes
popped as she entered the room.
Little Kim and Becky were astride two of Grand Dad's giant dildos.
Closer inspection revealed that the gleaming chrome shafts were inserted
in the girls' tight back doors! Both girls had hard candy ball gags in
their mouths and their hands tied behind their backs. Although Kim was
tied firmly to her mount, Becky was secured only by a standard lap
restraint. Neither girl's feet quite reached the floor.
"Hi, honey." Mommy smiled from the black leather sofa. "How was your
date?"
"Oh, fine," Kathy lied. "Nothin' special, really."
"Where's Christi?"
"Oh, Officer Ray asked her to help the boy's maturation team. I could
have gone, too," she added quickly, "but I guess I'm kinda tired.
What's," she motioned toward the impaled pair, "going on?"
Mommy rolled her eyes. "Kim's being punished. She's been very
naughty."
"What happened?"
"Well, she was fine in the car, but, when we got to the movies, she
wanted soda and pop corn. And she threw a fit when Daddy told her she
could only have a candy gag. Then, she threw another fit when Daddy
began lubing her anus. She made so much noise he had to take her to the
soundproof room."
"You mean the one for crying babies."
"Yeah, then he didn't really get to watch the movie because she kept
trying to get away while he used her."
"So, we decided she needed a 'time out' to think things over. She has
to stay there until her gag's all gone."
Kathy looked closely at Kim's horrified face. Unable to escape the
demanding phallus, she was sucking frantically, trying to get the giant
candy ball to dissolve more quickly.
"But, what did Becky do?"
"Oh, nothing," Mommy tittered, "she just thought it looked like fun."
Kathy noted the freckle faced red head's ecstatic expression. Unlike
Kim, the little 'masoskist' wasn't sucking her candy at all. She wanted
her treat to last and last.
"I used a little numbing cream on Becky," Mommy whispered, "but she
doesn't know it."
"I see."
"Oh, would you like to go for a ride, too? The third shaft's yours if
you want it."
"Thanks," Kathy demurred, "but I think I'll wait 'til tomorrow." She
looked around warily. "Is Billy home?"
"No, we ran into that nice lady from the newspaper. You know, the one
who wrote the story about Kim's virginity? Anyway, her boys are away at
stalking camp, so she invited Billy over to see her dungeon."
"Wow, I hope she knows what's she's getting into."
"Oh, from her bruises I think she does. Anyway, I made him promise not
to do anything that would keep her in the hospital for more than a day
or two."
"That's good," she shook her head and imagined her "dear" brother's
leering face. "Where's Daddy?"
"He's upstairs lubing up a bed post for me," Mommy's eyes sparkled.
"He's so romantic. I hope my screams won't keep you awake."
"No, I doubt it. I forgot to ask, how was the movie?"
"It started out pretty hairy, but everything smoothed out in the end."
Becky gurgled happily when Kathy patted her on the head. Then, she
kissed her mother good-night and went to her room.
Alone at last, she was about to throw herself on her bed when she heard
an oddly familiar sound. It was coming from her mirror! Kathy peered
into the glass and spied the girl that looked like her. She was lying
on her bed, clutching that weird neutered Teddy Bear, and sobbing
uncontrollably.
Kathy's sweet heart reached out to her and, before she could think
about the professor's warning, she stepped through the glass. It was
only then she realized what she had done! She turned to flee, but the
mirror was solid again and reflected her own frightened face.
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