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From: mrledft@aol.com (MR LEDFT)
Subject: {ASSM} Merry Christmas Bitch!, Pt. 2 m/f, sm, noncon.
Date: Thu, 14 Dec 2000 07:10:04 -0500
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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction not intended to be read by 
persons under the age of 21. By continuing on, you attest that you 
are 21 or over and will not convey the story to minors. This work, 
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Please do not republish, copy, or post without prior consent of the 
author. Copyright Ladyvet, 2000. 

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Merry Christmas, Bitch!
Ladyvet
Part 2 of 2

Carl asked him to leave them alone for a few minutes. Katherine went limp 
with relief when Carl closed the door behind him. The cruel, elaborate hoax 
was finally over. Carl walked to the foot of the table. She smiled at him 
and waited for him to free her ankles. He rubbed her labia instead. 
Katherine shook her head and whispered "Please, Carl, not here. Not like 
this." He ignored her. His touch was more mechanical than passionate but he 
knew precisely what she liked best. He played her body like a violin. He 
knew how to call forth every pure note and harmonic. She resonated to his 
loveless touch. Katherine closed her eyes and let it happen. He rubbed, 
teased, tugged, scratched gently, probed her urethra and G spot, withdrew, 
repeated, until she was wet and swollen. He parted her labia and exposed her 
clit to the cold air. It protruded from its sheath, shiny, purple, engorged 
to the size of her finger tip. It was too tender to withstand even the 
gentlest caress of a finger and ready to trigger her climax as soon as he 
began to suck it. She tried to tilt her hips a little despite the pain of 
the table pressing into her calfs. Katherine closed her eyes, put the room 
and the course stranger out of her mind and prepared for the ecstasy of his 
mouth.

He unzipped his fly instead, pulled out his cock and rubbed it. Katherine 
opened her eyes and watched his hand move up and down on his hardness. She 
hated herself for needing him. He climbed on top of her.

"May as well do this once more while I still can," he said and slid into 
her.

Katherine only had time to whisper "Wait!" before he ejaculated and pulled 
out of her, leaving her filled with thick semen. Her unsatisfied desire and 
the aching void in her body and heart forced stream of tears to run down her 
cheeks. She sobbed almost soundlessly while he dressed. Carl let the man 
back in to finish what he had planned. He stood where Carl had been a minute 
before and looked down at her oozing, passion-purple labia. A stream of 
semen and her lubricant ran over her anus.

"Man, she's hot!" the man exclaimed. The man poured purple antiseptic over 
her labia. It pooled under her and ran over the edges of the table onto the 
floor. Katherine squeezed her eyes shut and tried to blank her mind. The man 
spread her wide with his fingers and touched her clit.

"What about this?" he asked. "No extra charge to take care of it."

"Do it," Carl replied. "She isn't going to need it any more."

Katherine shrieked in panic. Carl slapped her twice, splitting her lip and 
the inside of her cheek. She hardly felt the pain through her fear but she 
felt the indescribable agony of the scalpel slashing open her clit sheath 
and cutting away the nerve-filled center of her sexuality. The pain was so 
searing and intense it almost made her vomit. It was over in less than a 
minute but it seemed like eternity before the incredibly sharp pain subsided 
into a burning, throbbing knot. He sutured her empty sheath. She struggled 
to bring her legs together. The table bruised them. The straps refused to 
yield even an inch.

The man asked, "you want her infibulated as well as ringed, don't you? That 
will keep her from putting a cock or anything else in there."

Carl replied "yes, do whatever it takes to make sure she's permanently 
celibate."

The man seized her left inner labia, stretched it and sliced it off even 
with her body. Fiery pain slashed into her. She screamed "My God! My God! 
No!" and renewed her struggles to escape.

He did the same with her right inner labia, then sutured the raw edges 
together, leaving her only a half-inch opening through which to urinate and 
menstruate. He clamped her right outer labia, stretched it painfully outward 
and pierced her with a thick, hollow needle. Renewed panic surged through 
her. She cried and pleaded helplessly with them to stop mutilating her. They 
ignored her desperate screams and struggles.

He stretched her other labia. The same terrible burning pain suffused it. He 
forced the thick, C-shaped piece of metal into the first piercing, 
stretching the hole painfully. She watched them stare intently at her body 
while he did things she couldn't see, only feel. He used a large pair of 
pliers to do something else. More tugging and stretching. She craned her 
neck. All she could see was his hands on the tool as he worked.

"Damn ring's slippery. I always have a hard time closing these thick ones." 
She endured several minutes of pulling and stretching, then she heard a 
little click. The man straightened up and smiled. Carl smiled, too. The pain 
subsided, replaced by a dull ache and strange sensation of weight. They 
moved to the sides of the table. The man stared down at her soft, 
vulnerable, milk heavy breasts. He took one in his hands and looked at Carl. 
Carl shrugged. He pressed down hard at the top curve, slid his hands toward 
her nipple and squeezed hard behind it. Katherine watched jets of milk that 
should have trickled into Stephanie's mouth or Carl's spray into the empty 
air. The man smiled, repeated the maneuver and exclaimed "great tits!" He 
milked her other breast several time, expelling more thin, blueish milk, 
then he poured the rest of the icy antiseptic over her breasts.

He placed a clamp on her areola beside her right nipple and squeezed it 
until it locked deep in her dark, tender flesh. A little stream of milk ran 
out over the jaws. He stretched her breast upward. She tried to raise her 
shoulder to ease the pain but the restraints held her flat against the 
table. He asked Carl to hold the clamp that bit more and more sharply into 
her tender tissue. Carl grasped it and looked impassively into her fear-wide 
eyes. The man placed the tip of a scalpel against the underside of her 
breast and cut it open. Katherine grayed out. The room grew dark, their 
voices, distant. She was barely conscious while the man continued to 
mutilate her breast.

He locked a clamp on one of the disks and thrust it inside her breast. He 
forced one of the rods through the center of her nipple and deep into her 
breast until it touched the disk. He maneuvered the disk until it slipped 
into slot on the rod and locked. He removed the clamps and sutured the 
incision. The pain dulled slightly until he put both hands around her breast 
and squeezed it.

Katherine came to, opened her eyes and stared at her bulging breast. A 
stream of red-tinged milk oozed out around the rod. She lost consciousness.

She came to an hour later, still lying on the table but no longer 
restrained. The back of her throat was sore. Something salty and sticky 
coated the inside of her mouth and lips. She touched a fingertip to her lips 
and looked at it. Carl seldom ejaculated more than once a day. She vomited 
when she thought about the other man's penis being in her unconscious mouth.

December 25, 7:30 p.m.:
Katherine lay in the tub, up to her neck in hot, soothing water. She looked 
down at her breasts and studied the pointed rods protruding from the centers 
of her nipples. She hated the firm mounds of flesh that had always been such 
a source of pride and pleasure for her. She'd been unable to bind them to 
stop her milk, so her heavy breasts had ached for weeks with milk she could 
neither give her daughter nor express herself. It had leaked, little by 
little, pink with blood from the deep inside her breasts. The pain was 
bearable after a week if she didn't touch her breasts or wear anything tight 
over them. Having to deny little Stephanie her breasts had been worse than 
the pain. Feeding her daughter with her own body had made her feel complete 
as a woman. She also admitted but only to herself, that it had been a 
marvelously erotic experience.

She let the soothing water caress her breasts and still-tender labia as her 
lover and husband had once done. Her fingers wandered to her bath oil-slick 
mons. She closed her eyes, raised her hips and rubbed the place where her 
clitoris should have been. Despite his appearance and manners, the doctor 
had been skillful. Hardly a single clitoral nerve remained. It was almost 
completely numb. She probed her swollen, aching labia around the thick ring 
and rubbed the raised scar where her inner labia should have been. Her 
engorged G-spot ached to be rubbed. Her sealed labia made it impossible. The 
unyielding scar tissue made her opening so small she could hardly fit the 
tip of her little finger inside herself. Urinating took several minutes. Her 
periods were nightmares of painful cramps and clotting.

She climbed out of the tub and stared at herself in the steamy bathroom 
mirror. The swelling and bruising on her breasts, around the rods and labial 
ring had subsided somewhat The incisions under her breasts were nearly 
healed, leaving no trace of the disks. The rods protruding from the centers 
of her nipples looked like bizarre metal extensions of them. The cool air 
made her nipples contract around the metal, hugging the rods tighter. They 
felt like they were getting thicker. Her nipples tingled. She massaged them 
gently until they softened.

She dried her breasts carefully, avoiding her nipples. Katherine put one 
foot on the commode seat and used a hand mirror to study herself. The place 
where her vaginal opening had been was a shiny, bright pink scar with a tiny 
slit under her urethral opening. The thick ring half buried in her tender 
flesh no longer ached very much but it was always there, reminding her of 
its presence by its weight and the way it forced her to settle carefully 
onto chairs.

She locked the bathroom door, sat on the rug with her back against the tub 
and pushed her toothbrush handle against her tiny opening. She was wet. The 
thin, smooth plastic object went in easily despite the tightness of her 
slit. She tried for several minutes to insert it in her urethra, the way she 
had baby suppositories in college. She poked at the little hole until she 
could wait no longer for satisfaction. The angle was wrong. She slid the 
brush in almost all the way to the bristles. She positioned it so it pressed 
against her G-spot, pressed her free hand hard just above her mons and moved 
the brush handle back and forth until she finally had a weak climax. She 
withdrew the brush, rinsed it and wiped herself with a washcloth.

She bent at the waist to make her breasts hang free and gingerly put on a 
padded nursing bra. The pads should absorbed any last traces of milk that 
might leak and they kept the rods from penetrating and tearing her blouses.

She put panty liners inside a pair of white cotton panties and slipped into 
them. She always used a liner now. She had to. Between the few inevitable 
drops of urine that leaked after she got rid of all she could and her own 
frequent and intense bouts of arousal, her panties would have been 
constantly wet.

She dressed to receive their annual Christmas guests. No lovely designer 
gown for her this year. There was no way one would look right over her bulky 
bra. A simple skirt and a blouse loose enough to rest very lightly on her 
nipples would have to do. She draped a silk scarf over the front of the 
blouse to hide the outlines of the rods and any spots of milk the pads might 
not trap. Katherine hoped no one would notice her strange attire. She 
planned to explain her dowdy appearance to any inquisitive female guest by 
saying she was nursing and disliked the way her nursing bra looked under her 
clothes. That would suffice for this year. She wondered what excuse she'd be 
able to contrive next year.

December 25, 11:30 p.m.:
The last guest was finally gone. Carl took her hand, walked her up the 
stairs to their suite and opened the door for her. She'd been sleeping in 
the guestroom. She was surprised and a little frightened by his sudden 
interest. Katherine stood next to the bed while Carl undressed her. He 
inspected her breasts. He traced the blue veins radiating from her nipples 
with a fingertip, then he carefully raised her breasts and inspected the 
scars where the disks had been inserted. Satisfied, he pulled carefully on 
the rods, as if testing them to satisfy himself that they were a permanent 
part of her.

"Does this hurt?" he asked softly. "Do you want me to stop?" She shook her 
head. On the contrary, his hands felt wonderful. She was becoming excited. 
Carl had always affected her that way. His touch turned her on no matter 
whether she was tired or ill or angry at him. She licked her lips and took a 
deep breath.

He pushed her nipples down on the rods, exposing more of the shiny metal, 
then he pulled them up along the rods until the points were hidden inside 
them. He let them go and watched the glimmering points reappear.

"Jesus, that's sexy!" he exclaimed. She brushed her hand over his fly. He 
was hard.

She raised up on her tiptoes, put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him, 
being careful not to let the rods cut him. She wanted to hug him to her, to 
feel the hardness of the entire length of his body against hers.

He returned her kiss, moving his fingers between her thighs, rubbing her 
scars and the ring.

"Are you still sore or does this feel good?" he asked. She answered by 
kissing him harder and moving on his hand. He stopped when her wetness 
coated his fingers. He looked at them and exclaimed "you're the hottest 
bitch I've ever known! I want you in bed! Now!"

Katherine reached for her bra. He took it away from her.


"How can I play with those luscious tits if you put them in that ugly 
thing?" he asked.


She lay down and locked her fingers behind her neck. She knew he loved the 
way she looked in that position; sexy and vulnerable. He toyed with her 
nipples until they stiffened. She almost purred with he licked her areolas. 
She spread her legs.

Carl turned her face gently toward his and kissed her lips. She returned his 
kiss with mounting passion. Their lips parted. His tongue found hers. Had he 
finally forgiven her? Hope flooded her heart. He might allow her to have the 
torturing metal removed from her body if he forgave her. He might even allow 
her to have surgery that might enable her to make love although she feared 
she'd never be able to have another climax that way.

Carl whispered "do you want me?" against her lips. She slid her hand down 
his body and wrapped her fingers around his hardness. His fingers glided 
over her captive sex, spreading her wetness over her scars and the ring.

"More than you want Paul?" She stiffened at the sound of her lover's name. 
She hadn't seen him since Carl confronted about her affair.

"Yes," she replied. "I'm so sorry I was unfaithful to you. I swear it will 
never happen again." She stroked him, wanting him to concentrate on the 
pleasure of her fingers and the promise of more from her mouth and the tight 
brown opening he had never penetrated.

He slapped her hard between her legs, pushed her hand away and snarled 
"don't ever touch me there again, you slut!" He took a length of rope from 
the nightstand and tied her wrists to the headboard. He lay down on top of 
her in a push-up position with his erection pressing against her closed 
vagina. Her breasts had tended to flatten out when she lay with her arms 
above her head. Now the rods made them strangely conical. He put his fingers 
on either side of her nipple and pushed it down until the rod protruded 
nearly two inches. He did the same to her other breast. The rods remained 
exposed.

"Look at your tits, bitch!" He exclaimed. "They won't attract any lovers 
now, will they? In fact, they're not good for anything at all. I'd have them 
cut off if it weren't for the fact that I want you live with them every day 
and night as a reminder of what a slut you are!"

Katherine sobbed and closed her eyes. He put his lips on hers and kissed her 
hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He pressed his hardness against her 
mons and moved rhythmically against it until he grunted and pumped a torrent 
of hot, thick semen against her belly. He gathered it in his hand, smeared 
it on her face and whispered "Merry Christmas, bitch!"


Ladyvet, 2000

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