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Subject: {ASSM} "Night Prowler" NP-CH6b.TXT {Mmfff, beast, bondage, anal, oral}
Date: Thu, 14 Dec 2000 06:10:02 -0500
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    An erotic fantasy: Night Prowler

              Chapter 6b: Initiation... Beast Of Burden


    The brawl wasn't going anywhere, so after relaxing for a bit I
    pulled Vicky's sweet ass off of me and stood to break it up.

    Neither wanted to let go. They seemed to be in some sort of a
    death grip. I had to use the crop forcefully in order to separate
    them.

    They stood, red, trembling from the adrenaline, pissed off as
    hell. The only thing I could think of was to have them put their
    hair in pony tails and to make hair off limits. Vicky did
    Christy's and Denise did Pat's. Both were too shaken to do it
    themselves. Both had full attention directed at the other. I
    instructed them on the no-hair rule and backed away. Both were red
    from the tussle, but Pat's tits, chest and ass were also red from
    the strapping. Both had hair pulled out in all directions.

    They needed a moment, so I had them both grab ankles and I gave
    each 10 licks from the crop for not breaking when I had told them
    to break. Obviously I needed to officiate, so I warned them and
    made the last lick hard. "When I say break... you break!"

    Both let out a loud scream as I landed the last lick. I had them
    continue to grasp ankles as they caught their breath. They both
    still had a severe adrenaline overload. I allowed them to stand a
    moment as I laidout more ground rules.

    "No hair, don't do it! I know it's instinctive but it's off
    limits. No biting. No scratching or clawing. Use your hands on the
    BODY."

    I put mine on Christy to show them.

    "Grab a leg, grab an arm, grab the torso. That's it as far as
    legal targets go."

    "Go!"

    Again, neither was ready. Both had expected more instruction I
    guess. They startled and began jockeying again. This time they
    looked like wrestlers. They had a lower stance now that they were
    directed away from the hair. I watched Christy's cheek as it
    flexed my initials again. She lunged at Pat, hitting her chest
    with her shoulder, grabbing her legs and knocking her off balance.
    They hit the floor pretty hard, harder than I'd though, but I
    doubted they would get up again. Pat locked her legs around
    Christy's body and they began to slowly roll. Neither could pin
    the other in that position. Christy let go of the legs and raised
    herself, but Pat held her in a leg lock. Christy came down on
    Pat's shoulders, almost pinning them, but Pat had sufficient lower
    body strength to turn Christy to the side and prevent the pin. She
    squeezed with all of her might and Christy raised and let out a
    loud moan as she tried to free herself with her arms. The legs
    were locked though and Pat couldn't do anything else but to try to
    squeeze the air from her lungs.

    Christy saw that she had to do something, so she came back down
    with her hands to pin Pat. She held her for a 3 count before Pat
    was able to roll her to the side again. This time Pat released the
    leg lock and pushed her off. She had taken a lot of Christy's fire
    away with the squeeze, but she was too vulnerable to a pin in that
    position. Christy turned and began to crawl away to get her
    breath, but Pat quickly got off her back and jumped on Christy's
    back. Again she squeezed. Her arm strength was not nearly as
    powerful as her leg strength though and Christy was able to break
    the grip with her hands.

    Neither was sure what to do next; both had learned only their own
    vulnerabilities. They were weak and short of breath.

    "Ok, break! Round 1 is over. Go get them some water Vicky."

    I set two chairs up and sat them down facing each other about 5
    feet apart.

    "Very nice ladies, very nice."

    I'm not sure if they even heard me. They stared at each other.
    Neither flinched. They were pissed!

    Vicky brought two glasses and gave one to each of them. I noticed
    that both were sweating heavily, which aside from pulling the
    carts in the summer heat, I rarely saw them do. That would make it
    all the more interesting, two slick bodies wrestling it out.

    I only gave them three minutes. I wanted them to tie it up again
    before the sweat dried. I had Vicky and Denise grab the chairs
    while I brought the contestants face to face again. I think we
    were all pulling for Christy to win, but she looked weak. Her
    chest was red from the leg lock. It would upset my real plans if
    she lost, this was just the appetizer. I am true to my word
    though, so I'll just have to make other plans another time if
    things don't work out here. I couldn't help but to notice my own
    harmonal flows. And judging by the looks of Vicky and Denise they
    too were strangely turned on from watching the cat fight. Vicky
    was outwardly gushy and Denise was more reserved. It was the
    spasms in his cock that gave him away. Perhaps we should make this
    a regular event...

    "Go!"

    This time it was Pat that lunged; she was ready this time. Christy
    was taken off guard, but her upper body strength was able to repel
    the assault, pushing her to the side. Pivoting she was waiting as
    Pat turned back around. She jumped, throwing an arm over Pat's
    head and clasped a firm head lock. Pat grabbed Christy's waist,
    but it was too slippery to really do anything with. Christy
    squeezed as she walked Pat in small circles. Vicky suddenly began
    to cheer for Christy and Denise followed. I ignored their
    outburst, since I wanted to do it myself. I remained silent though
    as the neutral official should.

    Pat was getting weaker now. I could also see that the intense
    workout had sapped Christy too.

    Pat made her move, grabbing one of Christy's legs and pushing
    her over. Again, they hit the carpet hard, but Christy retained
    the headlock, rolling Pat off of her and herself on top. She
    released Pat, who again had grasped Christy's waist and went for
    the pin. Pat immediately tried another leg lock, but Christy moved
    away and somehow avoided the lock. They both came up on their
    knees and grabbed each other. From the kneeling position they were
    too slippery and weak to really do anything other than bear hug
    each other.

    We all watched intently as the red, sweaty tits pressed against
    each other. Both squeezed with all the might that could be
    mustered. Faces contorted in what appeared a fight for life
    itself.

    Finally Christy mustered the strength to push them over onto Pat's
    back. Before the legs could act Christy got her own up, driving
    Pat's shoulders down. I'm sure Pat could have wiggled out, but she
    stayed down for the count, physically, mentally and emotionally
    exhausted.

    "Bring the bamboo and rope," I directed to Denise.

    That is another humiliation we use. Ironically it was Pat herself
    who had perfected it.

    Denise returned with the equipment. I directed him and Vicky to
    apply it while I congratulated Christy. She was limp from
    exhaustion, but there was a fire burning inside. Pat had selected
    her to be the bottom far more than was deserved. She hugged me,
    using me as a crutch as we watched Denise and Vicky stand Pat on
    her knees. The bamboo is a 5 foot section about 2" in diameter.
    It's placed behind the shoulders of the "victim," whose arms are
    stretched out and lashed to it with cord. It's very awkward and
    uncomfortable from what I've gathered. The victim is then set on
    knees and cord is used to bind calf to thigh, so that the legs
    cannot be extended. The rules, Pat's own, were that anyone could
    do anything they wanted to the hapless victim. Pat's favorite was
    to stick a funnel in their mouth, forcing them to hold it up so
    that everyone could piss in it. The subs didn't like to do it to
    each other, but Pat had always insisted. The victim was whipped,
    verbally abused and generally used as entertainment as the knees
    cramped and the neck tired from holding the funnel upright. On
    every occasion I myself had to intervene to release the victim.
    Pat had always taken sadistic pleasure in watching them attempt to
    squirm.

    The others looked like young kids putting up a christmas tree as
    they finished lashing the arms to the bamboo. She could move her
    fingers only now. They quickly lashed calf to thigh and put the
    funnel in.

    It was quite a sight. I broke out the video cam and started it
    rolling. I passed the digital cam around, so that everyone could
    get their favorite shots. I looked to Christy. She rose and walked
    over, bringing her pussy to the funnel. It was only right that she
    christen the event. She looked over the edge into Pat's eyes as
    she held her pussy lips apart and began to fill the funnel. The
    contempt was so thick that I could feel it.

    I zeroed in with the video camera to capture the moment forever.
    Christy pushed Pat's head back, as Pat had always done. The funnel
    filled to the half mark as Pat tried to gulp down the contents.
    Obviously she could not breath as it flowed and the funnel took
    it's sweet time in draining. Christy looked back up to me through
    the camera, beaming. She looked to be a far more serious contender
    than I'd imagined in the role of my right hand. The brutality Pat
    had dealt her over the months apparently had brought her out of
    her "friendly" mode and into her "top" mode. Perhaps it was simply
    the joy of revenge. But I saw a new, improved Christy through the
    lens.

    I decided to move on. I had plans and I wasn't going to allow them
    to keep Pat in that position _too_ long. Only long enough that she
    never forget just how painful it is. Well, maybe a little bit
    longer than that..

    I picked up my wine glass on the way. It was warm now, so I poured
    it into the funnel before directing my stiff cock. It is really
    hard to piss when it is stiff. The situation had it hard though
    and I did the best I could, spewing over the edge and into her
    face, before regaining my aim. I pulled my pants back on and
    prepared to move on to the next event.

    Vicky was next in line. She brought a half a bottle of wine and
    poured it in.

    "Yeah you bitch. See what it feels like!"

    The funnel took 40 seconds or so to drain. Pat's only option was
    to discontinue breathing and swallow. Otherwise she could drown in
    the wine, or piss, or whatever was poured in. I recalled the times
    I watched her beating off as the others had struggled when she was
    doing the pouring. I toyed with the idea of alternating my right
    hand since I had two contenders. To my surprise Vicky began
    flicking herself as she watched Pat choke and gag. Maybe there are
    three contenders here. I'd never really given Vicky the
    opportunity. She brought herself to quick climax. She had been
    sexually stimulated by the reversal of roles.

    The effect of the deluge was quick. Pat rocked slightly;
    shitfaced.

    "Can we move the fucking slut onto the lineolum? I want to piss in
    her face so she will know what it's like to sit there all evening
    with piss drying on you?"

    I nodded my approval. Denise took one side of the bamboo and the
    girls took the other, lifting and dragging Pat into the kitchen.

    Without hesitation Vicky removed the funnel and pressed back Pat's
    forehead, standing over the awe-stricken face. She gushed, covering
    Pat's face, wetting her hair thoroughly, and dripping down the out
    stretched body. She too had that glint in her eye as she directed
    the flow. The possibilities were exponentially more interesting.

    I left without comment, watching as even the meek Denise moved in
    for his turn. He held her head back and filled her mouth with out
    the funnel. I left through the front door and walked the hundred
    yards to the kennel. Both of the boys were glad to see me and we
    wrestled for awhile, before I watered and fed them.

    I lit a smoke and looked out at the quiet twilight. There were
    some birds flittering about, but everything else was silent and
    still. I pondered my humble beginnings, back when this was a patch
    of woods through the building and right upto the current moment.

    The sun would be up soon, I returned to the pens and selected
    Satan. The large and awesome Pit Bull damned near knocked me down
    on the way out. Trinity didn't like being left alone, but that's
    the breaks. He would get his turn too. Satan ran free until we got
    to the front door. I'd "borrowed" Pat's leash on the way out and I
    paused to put it on Satan before opening the door.

    NEXT: NP-CH6c.TXT



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