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Subject: {ASSM} Julianne Ch. 1: A Portrait (F, FMMM)
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JULIANNE
One: A Portrait
NOTE: This is an ongoing story. If you want it to continue, write back
and let me know. I'll try to post the rest of it.
DISCLAIMER: It should go without saying that this work is of an adult,
as in pornographic, nature, and that you need to be over 18 years of age,
or 21 in some areas, to read it. But I'm going to say it: you need to be
over 18 years of age, or 21 in some areas, to read this story. So there.
On to Julianne, One, A Portrait:
--
She gets home from work and she's tired. That bastard, Blaine, held her
for two hours beyond her normal time. She would love to kill him, but she
knows she'll never ever do that. She's not that kind of person.
The front door shuts behind her. The house is empty; it's been two
years since Mark died. Sex with Mark was good. Mark didn't mind the
scars.
She puts her bag of groceries on the table, then picks up her mailbox
key. She opens the door again, and climbs down the steps to check her
correspondence. The mailbox opens without a sound, and she removes all the
papers inside the mailbox.
She's in the house again. The front door shuts behind, sounding the
same as it always does. She collapses on the couch with today's mail.
THE KEY TO ALL YOUR DREAMS LIES ONLY A -
Trash.
SUBSCRIBE TO 'WHO? WHEN? WHERE?' MAGAZINE AND -
Trash.
THE AMERICAN BIRD WATCHING SOCIETY INVITES YOU TO -
Trash.
SAVE 50% OFF ANY -
Nope.
She drops the mail on the carpet, and turns the TV on. Sound eases some
of the loneliness inside her head. She keeps the TV on almost all the time
she's in the house, so that she's not completely alone.
Now's not time for TV, though.
CLICK.
Lights on.
She enters the bathroom.
She puts herself in front of a mirror. Clothes pile around her ankles.
The mirror reflects her ugly, scarred body, which Mike and Mike alone
didn't mind touching, didn't mind caressing, didn't mind fucking. Two
huge, thick white lines run from her hips to her breasts. She runs her
hand through one of the scars, from the hips to a breast, and gently teases
the nipple. Erected, it looks like a tiny red mountain.
She positions herself under the shower and turns it on. Warm water runs
down her body. Soap. Serene, she runs the bar of soap all over her skin's
extent, thick lather coating it. She moves down her hand until it reaches
that secret, long time unfucked part of her body. Her cunt. Not a pussy,
not a vagina, not a vulva, a cunt. That's the word she likes.
Spreading the labia open, she soaps the folds of her cunt, then washes
it off with water. It feels good. She opens her butt cheeks, and bathes
her asshole with water and soap. Clean. Breasts, legs, arms, pits, feet,
hair, face -- all clean.
She looks into the mirror. Steam. She spells her name with a finger on
it: J U L I A N N E, as if she needed to be reminded who she really was.
Sliding into a bathrobe, she exits the bathroom, crosses the living
room, and enters the kitchen. She opens her fridge, takes out a plate of
industrial dinner, and sticks it into the microwave.
On the couch again, she waits until the microwave bleeps the "your food
is ready" bleep, picks up her plate with a hand, the remote control with
the other, and eats watching television. The thing barely tastes of
something, no need to stop and savor it. TV helps her believe some real
food is actually going down her throat.
She drops the plate into the trashcan, her fork into the sink, and a
hint of a smile shows on her face. Her time of the day, the time she sets
apart for herself and herself only, has come...
...So she sits back on the couch, only this time for some real pleasure.
She lies her back on its soft surface, and turns the TV volume down. Her
bathrobe is slowly opened; she likes to feel it sliding off her body. And
she starts to imagine.
***
She's in a harem. She has just arrived, the Sultan's new acquired sex
slave. She enters the placel, her heart heavy with worry, but a little
excited at the same time. The other women, the other slaves, take her by
the arms. You must be prepared, they tell her, because the Sultan is a
very demanding man. You must get used to being fucked like you've never
been fucked before. That's your life now, a smallish, plump and luscious
looking woman tells her. Fucking. You will wake up being fucked, eat
being fucked. Take a shit, and you'll be fucked; sleep and someone shall
be fucking you in your dreams.
***
Her fingers reach her pubic hair. She's feels her cunt...wet cunt.
***
Are you used being fucked by more than one man at once, the plump woman
asks her. No. That's okay, she tells her. You will receive all your
training, though it does worry me that you haven't been fucked by more than
one man before, because it will be harder for you, the training. Why do I
need to be used to that? she asks. Because the Sultan enjoys giving
parties to his friend, comes the reply from behind her shoulder. She looks
back, and sees the most beautiful woman she has ever seen before. Dark red
hair falls from her head, cascading. Pale blue eyes ghostly stare at her.
Golden brown skin, silky looking. Round, generous breasts. Shaved cunt.
***
A finger slides into her cunt. She slides it off, then in again, in
mechanical repetition.
***
My name is Sarah, and you will be my pet. What is a pet? she finds
herself asking. Pets are responsibility of the ladies, Sarah explains.
Ladies are the highest ranking of slaves. In other words, I'm going to
train you to satisfy the Lord Sultan. Now come with me. She follows Sarah
into a white walled room. On the floor, several cushions of varied colors.
This is where your first lesson will take place, Sarah says as she claps
her hands four times. Out from somewhere, come four tall, bald men. Oil
makes their skins shine. Their cocks erect, they bow their heads in
Sarah's presence. This is my new pet, she says. Satisfy yourselves with
her.
***
She moans, and she feels the ground tremble around her.
***
Sarah picks up a red cushion and sits in a corner. As she sits, the
lips of her cunt spread open, and the inside of her cunt is red like the
cushion. She feels two of the men grasp her arms, she's helpless. They
pin her to the ground, her body falls over the cushions. She feels her
hair being grabbed by a strong hand. Then she feels a cock, salty with
pre-cum, sliding into her mouth. The man starts to fuck her mouth.
***
She slides a thumb inside her mouth and sucks it deep.
***
Sarah speaks: Rougher! She feels the cock touch her throat, rammed deep
inside her mouth. Another man squeezes her tits, it hurts a little in the
beginning, but then pain becomes pleasure. Her cunt lips spread as a
gigantic cock penetrates her. It's good that she's already wet, or it
might have hurt her. The man lifts her as he starts to fuck her, so that
one of his companions can slide beneath her. He embraces her belly and
positions his cock at the entrance of her anus.
***
She works her other thumb over her cunt, soaking it with her fluids.
She then sticks it up her asshole, in a brusque thrust.
***
Hot liquid fills her throat in form of white, sticky, salty strings of
cum. Her mouth feels empty as the cock slides off her mouth. She swallows
the sperm, and immediately receive a nod of approval from Sarah. She feels
a volcano erupting inside her cunt, more cum. She feels dirty. The man
fucking her ass is the next to climax, his cum a searing jet inside her.
They both leave her, and she's about to get up when she notices the fourth
man hasn't fucked her yet. His cock looks the biggest of them all.
***
She can't help but scream when she feels the orgasm coming. A muffled
scream, but a scream nonetheless.
***
The man flips her onto her stomach. He penetrates her cunt, pumps for a
few seconds, then takes his cock out and rams it into her ass. She cries
when he does it, not in pain but in surprise. He switches back to her
cunt, and then to her ass again, a couple of times, fucking her like a
raving maniac, possessed by lust. She's wondering where he's going to cum
when he removes his cock from her ass and moves it to her face. Creamy
white sperm bathes her forehead, nose, cheeks and lips, in copious amounts.
Sarah rises from her sitting position. A stain has been left on her red
cushion, and her cunt looks shiny, reflecting light. Soaked, too. Sarah
asks, Are you sure this is your first time? You took it like you're fucked
like that everyday. She answers No, but I've been desperately wanting to
be fucked like this. Desperately. Sarah takes her hand and helps her
stand. Then you've come to the right place, she says.
***
She comes.
Her eyes open. She's alone in the living room of her apartment. The TV
is turned on, but there's no sound. And she feels empty deep inside.
She gets up from the couch, and walks to her room. She falls naked on
her bed, face down, and starts to sob. Sometimes she feels so lonely she
wants to disappear. This time, she only wants to sleep and dream of Sarah.
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