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Subject: {ASSM} The Storyteller   part one       M/F,bdsm,extreme
Date: Sat,  6 Jan 2001 08:10:04 -0500
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This story is about the enslavement and torture of a female.  If you think
you might be offended by reading it, DON'T.



   THE STORYTELLER M/F, bdsm,extreme

   part one

   They read his stories on the Net.  Stories of women being bound and
tortured.  Stories of women being trained as sex slaves.  They enjoyed
them. They themselves did not engage in any sexual practices that anyone
would consider abnormal.  They had never even had anal sex.  Indeed,
neither of them had ever even had sex with anyone else.  But they would
fantasize about the stories they read, and they found it exciting.  They
wrote to him personally, to ask for more stories.  An email relationship
began.  He even wrote a story personalized just for them.  They discovered
that he lived in the same city as themselves, and they would fantasize
about actually meeting this man.  Then one night they wrote him and asked
him if he actually did the things that he wrote about.  He wrote back a
short message.

   "Send her to me.  I will show you.  If you would like to make this
reality, contact me." They fucked like mad that night, thinking of her
going to this man, and having him do things to her.  The next day, a
Saturday, a new message appeared.

   "Send her to me.  Tonight.  8 o'clock She will wear a coat and heels. 
Nothing else.  She will take a taxi.  You will ride with her and deliver
her to me, but you will take the cab back home.  You will await my email
that she is on her way home.  This will be Chapter One of my newest story."

   An address was attached.

   They stared at it for a long time.  Finally she spoke.

   " You can't really be seriously considering this" she said.

   " Hey, I think we should do it.  If things get too far out just tell him
to stop.  I mean, hell, we know where he lives.  You don't have to do
anything you don't want to do.  Just find out if he even does those things.
Have him tell you about the things he does.  He's probably some computer
geek anyway, you'll probably scare the shit out of him".

   He was excited.  He took her right there on the living room floor,
telling her that another man was going to see her naked.  Telling her how
exciting it would be to read the story that he would write about it.

   Secretly, it excited her too.  But deep in her heart, she knew that this
would be a big mistake.

   There was no stopping his boyish exuberance.  He was in her closet,
pulling out things and asking her if she would wear this or that.  She now
knew for sure that this was actually going to happen.

   She got into the taxi in a daze.  He was babbling about how he'd be
waiting in front of the computer for the message that she was on her way
back.  She sat there in her long, black leather coat and her heels,
trembling.  She was terrified.

   They pulled up to a non-descript house in a housing tract.  He reached
across her and opened the door as the porch light came on.  He kissed her.
She almost felt like he was pushing her out the door.

   "See you in a couple of hours, hon" he said.  That was it.  As the taxi
pulled away, she saw him looking out the back window to get a glimpse of
the man that was now standing on the front porch.  Standing there with his
hand out to take her trembling arm.

   "Don't be afraid my pet, come in, come in".  He was magnificent.  Grey
hair, grey beard and eyes that burned right into her soul.

   Before she could say a word, she was standing in the front room and the
door closed behind her.  The room was lit with candles, and classical music
played softly in the background.  A contraption like something she had seen
in a gym was standing just a foot or so away.

   He walked to the front of her and began unbuttoning her coat.

   "No, please..I..I." she started to say.  She received a sharp slap in
the face.  She was stunned.  She started to speak again and he slapped her
again.  Hard.

   "You will shut...the...fuck...up" he said.  As her coat fell away, her
knees buckled and he guided her right onto his whipping bench, as that is
what the contraption was that she saw.  He tied her naked body to it, and
proceeded to whip her.  He gagged her and he whipped her.  At some point he
untied her and turned her over.  She was in shock and was a rag doll in his
hands.  He then proceeded to whip her front.  Then he fucked her.  Her body
that had never even been exposed to another man before, was unceremoniously
fucked.  He fucked her cunt, he pulled out and fucked her ass, he pulled
out and came on her face.  Without a word or a kind touch, he used her.

   She vaguely remembered being shoved into the back of the taxi.  She was
a shambles.  Her coat was open revealing her body, and she had cum on her
face, as he had forbidden her to wipe it off until after her husband had
seen it.  Somewhere along the way the taxi pulled off the road.  The taxi
driver fucked her too.....a quick, frenzied fucking that deposited his load
in her womb.

   All she wanted, all she waited for was to get home; to release herself
into her husbands arms.  She could cry and they would talk about what a
horrible mistake this all was.

   He was waiting.  He helped her into the house.  He eased her onto the
couch and took her coat off of her.  He was not prepared for what he saw.
Her body was criss-crossed with welts, front and back, head to toe.  She
broke down sobbing, wanted him to call the police.  He sat as if in a
trance, rubbing his fingers on the welts.  He got up and returned with a
short piece of rope, and tied her hands behind her.  He licked the dried
cum from her face.  Then he fucked her.  Fucked her with a cock so hard she
thought he thrust a steel rod up in her.  Her welted, burning thighs
screamed at the friction of his rutting.

   When he pulled out he fell to his knees and put his mouth on her cunt.
He sucked the sperm from her cunt.  His and the two men before him.  He
licked and sucked on her asshole too, as if to pull more male sperm from
her there.

   She could not move.  He helped her up and guided her across the
room...not to the bathroom though, he guided her to the computer..  On the
screen was a message.  She had to focus to see the words, but her husband
read it aloud.

   " She is on her way home.  She did well.  I hope you enjoy the artwork
on her body.  I created it with my crop and my whip.  I fucked her. 
Everywhere.  She is a slut.  She is my slut.  You may use her.  You may
suck the cum from her holes, you may lick the cum from her face, but she
now belongs to me.  I will want her again on Tues night.  End of Chapter
One"



   end part one 

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