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Subject: {ASSM} Lisa (M+/F nc) {GenericJoe}
Date: Thu,  1 Feb 2001 17:10:06 -0500
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Not my normal fare, as you can tell by the codes.  This is for adults
only. You were warned.  Copyright, GenericJoe, 2001.  Proofed by
Tam. Thanks, hon.

Tina (M+/F, nc)
by GenericJoe <genericjoe@vnet.net>


There are only two things you have to do to get what you want.  The first
is to know what you want.  Not just what you want, but where it is, and how
to get it. That isn't always easy -- there is so much that we're not
*supposed* to want, but we do, anyway.  The second part is almost as hard
-- that when you finally see what you want, you've got to have the balls to
go and fucking take it.

*

I was surprised when they brought her to me.  It wasn't strange for Eric
and Ross to bring their "dates" to my place, but then, they knew my place
was safe.  So it wasn't the first time those two had showed up with a woman
on their arms -- usually a woman who was groggy and barely able to walk by
herself.  That was their style, and it used to be mine.  It's why they know
it's safe.

What surprised me was that I recognized her.  Oh, I hadn't seen her in
years, but that didn't matter.  One didn't forget Tina Wilkins.  She was
one of the "popular" girls in High School.  I was one of the guys that
didn't get to date "popular" girls, so even though I'd asked her out once
or twice, all she'd done is laugh.  And here she was, passed out on my
floor.

"Where'd you find her?" I asked them.

Eric responded, "She came into the bar, complaining that her car had broken
down. Big Tim set her up with a drink,  and she settled in and started
flirting with the guys.  Ross thought she was hot, so we slipped Big Tim
the pills, and he added them to her drink."  Big Tim was the bartender at a
bar we hung out.  We were regulars, and so long as he got his tips, he was
willing to do a favor or two.  I checked my watch; it was still an hour or
so before the bar closed.

"Let's get her into the back room."

"Yeah," Ross said, "I'm ready to get to that cunt."

"You'll just have to wait," I told him.

"Wha-- She's my chick, they were my pills, man."

"And this is my place, and we do it my way, y'hear me?"

"Yeah, yeah.." He grumbled some, mainly at Eric for picking my place. 
Whatever, it didn't matter.

I have a decent sized apartment, and I've got a little "dungeon" room set
up.  It's really a room for sex, I guess, although there's BDSM equipment
in it.  Some comfortable beds, a futon or two.  A small stereo system, and
some other goodies. 

I had Eric and Ross help me get her into that room, and bound on a table
I'd converted for the purpose.  It had rings around the side, where you
could pass rope through, and I'd put a comfortable mat on top of it.  You
might wonder why I bother, but then the women who come back here aren't
always unwilling.

We got her undressed, and I had to admire her: she was still in good shape, 
breasts I could fill my hands with, pussy tripped, and such a cute slit.  I
ran my hand over it, cupping her crotch with my hand, and laughed to
myself. It was going to be a fucking good night.

I got out the rope and bound her hands above her, and her legs, spread wide
below her.  Now it was just a matter of time for her to wake up, and then
the real fun could begin.

"Eric, any of your buds coming over later?"

"A few.  Big Tim will probably bring a couple too."

"Slice and Frank are coming, too," Ross added.

"Slice?" I asked, sighing.  "Who told *him* about it?"  Slice had a
reputation for not returning the goods he stole in their original
condition.

"I can keep him under control, so long as he gets laid," Ross said.  "I had
to tell him, that's where I got the pills."

"OK, well there's nothing to do here until she wakes, and more people
arrive.  I'll keep an eye on her, and 'break her in'."  I was looking
forward to it.  Thrusting my cock into that bitch's cunt had been one of my
fantasies since I was a sophomore, 10 years ago.  Now I was going to get my
chance.

Something about it bothered me though, but I wasn't sure what it was.  The
chance at that snatch, though, chased most of the worry out of my mind. 

I left her there, and went into the kitchen and got a few beers out of the
fridge, passed them around, and waited for the others to arrive.

About an hour and a half later, everyone had arrived.  Big Tim and his two;
Slice and Frank, who brought a couple other guys I'd never met; Shorty and
Sal, friends of mine and Eric's showed up last, making it ten of us in all.

I'd been checking on her periodically, and while she'd been movi
ng, I hadn't seen any signs of consciousness.  I had added a blindfold to
her non-outfit, just so she wouldn't know who we were, or how many of us
there really were, at least for now.  Once Shorty and Sal showed up, I
checked on her again.

I opened the door to the play room, and shut it behind me, and let my eyes
adjust to the darkness.  I saw her struggling then, moving.  "Who are you?"
she asked. "Let me go!" she demanded.

"Now why would I do that, missy? We haven't had our fun yet."  I heard her
gasp in at that.

"Y-your fun? What are you going to do with me?" I smiled to myself as
Tina's voice took on an edge of panic.  This was going to be fun.

"Now, that's a very good question."  I closed the space between us, and she
turned her head to face me.  I brushed her hair back, and ran my hand down
her cheek, tenderly.  "There's two ways we can do this.  The easy way, and
the hard way.  I'm of a mind to be lenient, so I'd like to do this the easy
way."

"What is the e-easy way?"

"You do exactly as I -- or my friends -- say.  We're going to fuck you, all
of your holes, and as often as we want.  But we won't tie you up, and we'll
let you go when we're sated.  I won't guarantee we won't bruise you or hurt
you, but you'll make it out of it alive.  It beats the hard way." 

Personally, I prefer the easy way.  A willing bitch, especially one who
you've captured is wonderful.  The power you have over them, the knowledge
they are broken.  She wasn't broken yet, but she would be.  She started
whimpering.  It was sinking in, where she was, what was going to happen.  I
continued telling her what was going to happen.

"The hard way would be very bad for you. Now, my mates would love it if
you'd go the hard way.  They like to be rough.  They like it when a fuck
fights back, so that they can pound into her with more than just their
cocks. I'm not sure you'd make it out of here then. Or how long they'd keep
you.  Do you understand?"

"Can't you just let me go?" Tears escaped from behind the leather blindfold
I'd placed on her face.

I laughed at that.  Hadn't we covered this territory already?  I wasn't
letting her go until I was done with her.  "I'm going to fuck you either
way, bitch.  The question is, are you going to do it willingly, or am I
going to have to hold you down, and have my mates spread your legs while I
ram it in?"

I saw her pull back.  She was in shock, but she was thinking about her
options.  I ran my hands down her body, caressing her, teasing her nipples. 
Soft, gentle caresses, like a lover would give.  Suggesting to her that
maybe the easy way really was better.

"Which is it going to be," I asked her again, keeping my voice soft like a
lover's. "The easy way or the hard?"

"E-easy," she said, more tears rolling down her face.

"Goood."  It was time to see if she was really broken, or not.  I still
didn't believe it. I moved down to her legs, and began unfastening her left
leg, even as I held it down  "Now, I wouldn't suggest kicking or squirming, 
that would be very bad, and only leave us with the hard way, you
understand?"

She nodded in agreement.  I freed her ankle, and let go.  When she didn't
move, I went over to her other ankle, and began freeing it while holding it
down.  When I had her foot about loose, she kicked my hand with the other
leg. "OW! Bitch!" I yelled, and let go of her ankle.  With her arms bound,
there still wasn't anywhere for her to go.

She began kicking wildly with both legs.  I slid out of my pants, my hard
cock springing loose.  Then I quickly stepped closer to her and swept bo
th legs up in my arms.  I pushed them back and up against her, almost
folding her in half.  In the process I got up on the table, and was
position with my cock at her pussy.  I slid it in -- it went in easily, the
bitch was already wet.

I laughed to myself, and pressed her legs down with my body.  Then I
slapped her hard, while my cock was deep inside her.  Then again, hard on
the face.   "Bitch," I told her, "That was for breaking my trust. And to
let you know you don't have a fucking choice."

I then started fucking her slowly.  Tina whimpered some more, and my cock
twitched to hear it.  I felt her nipples respond to my touch, and her cunt
get wetter and wetter.   I wondered how she felt as her body betrayed her,
and it just increased my arousal.

"You're lucky," I said. It was time to put some fear of my friends in her. 
"You're lucky it was me that won the draw to come and break you in. It
could have been Slice.  He likes knives.  He might have cut off this."  I
squeezed her nipple fiercely, causing her to cry out.  "Or sliced your
pretty face or legs. Would you have like that?  Would you bitch?"

"N-no..."

"When he fucks you, you better spread them wide and take him in. Or he will
slice you.  But I think you'll let him.  I can feel your cunt getting wet
even now.  You like this, don't you?  You like to be tied down and raped?"

"N-no, I don't like it, asshole."

I laughed at her, because even as I had spoken earlier, I'd felt her cunt
spasm around my cock.  Tina, the bitch, was getting off on this.  I
wondered how badly I could treat her, and if she'd still respond. "Just
keep telling yourself that, bitch.  Just keep telling yourself that."

I put my hands and weight on her breasts, mauling them with my hands, and
sped up my fucking.  The whole time, she just got hotter and hotter, her
breath coming in little gasps, small whimpers and noises of pleasure coming
from her mouth.  Her cunt wrapped itself around my cock, a willing
participant in her rape.  Finally, she came around my cock, and I laughed
out loud, laughed at her mockingly.

I sped up then, and began pistoning in and out of her with abandon, until I
came in her hot twat, filling it with my jizz.  Yeah, she was one hot fuck,
alright.  It was time to let my buds at her.

I climbed off of her, cut on the light in the room, and let my buds know
she was ready. "OK, guys, I've primed the pump, so to speak, and she's hot
to trot.  I even think she *likes* it.  Take it easy on her, and we'll have
her for awhile."

I went over to her, as Eric and Ross, and a couple other guys came into the
room.  I untied her hands, and they lifted her onto the floor, turning her
over.  One of them thrust his cock at her mouth, the other, slid into her
extremely wet pussy.  I went back out into the den and got another beer.


I checked in on the party every now and then, just watching, and admiring
the creativity of my friends.  They were taking her two , three, and five
ways.  At one time, there was a cock in each of her holes, and each of her
hands.  And she was going at it with abandon, her mouth reaching out for
the next cock, even as the cum dribbled down her chin from the last one. 

Eric waved me in, but I put him off. I'd have her again, in a bit, after
the party wound down.

Not long after that, Big Tim came out, staggering, and collapsed on my
couch.  "She's hot, man," he said to me.

I handed him a beer and he waved it off.  "Drink it, Tim, you're not at
work, you can have it." 

He took it then.  "I guess I can have one.  I've got to head home soon. Got
to work tomorrow, like always.  Oh, that reminds me." He got up, and went
to his stack of stuff, and pulled out a purse.  "This is hers, Ross left it
at the bar, thought it might be good to grab hold of."

I took it from him: it was a medium-sized purse. Big enough for
necessities, but not a huge tote bag.  I opened it up. Inside was a set of
car keys -- no house keys, or other keys, just car keys -- and some cash. 

What was interesting was what *wasn't* in the purse:  No change, no brush,
no tampons, no cell phone, no ID.  "Tim," I said, getting his attention. 
"Did she call a garage or a taxi or anything, from the bar?"

"No, did she need to?"

"Ross said that her car had broken down, and there's no cell phone here --
so I thought she'd have called from the bar."

"Nope.  Maybe she left it in the car."

"Maybe." But I didn't think so. 

Big Tim had to leave, and I poked my head back into the play room.  Things
were really winding down, most of the guys looked tired, and only one guy
was really going at Tina at a time.   A few of the other guys, fucked out
for the night, wandered back out into the den, and headed home.

Eventually, it was just me and a few others, who were lying down on the
mats in the play room.  Tina was on her side, shaking.  Cum was splattered
all over her, in her hair, running out of her cunt and asshole, over her
face.  She had been used and abused, but she was still moaning -- and it
sounded like it was in pleasure.

I leaned over her, whispering into her ear, running my hand lightly down
her side. "Tina, Tina, Tina, how are you doing?"  It was the first time
anyone had used her name.

"You-"

"Know who you are? Yes.  Even though you didn't have any ID with you, I
know who you are, and why you're here.  Do you get off on this Tina? Is
that the way it is? "

She started sobbing. I'd touched a nerve.  My cock was rock hard again, so
I rolled her on her back and entered her pussy.  I grabbed her breasts in
my hands again, playing with them as I  slowly thrust in and out of her. 
"Who?"  she whispered, as my cock slid in her wet, sloppy cunt.

"Someone you knew in high school.  Someone you shunned.  You always were
the Rich Bitch, weren't you, Tina?  What would your parents -- your husband
-- think of you now, huh?"

"They'd know you raped me, they'd know I was forced.  They would
understand."

"I think they wouldn't understand.  I think you came to that bar to get
kidnapped and taken.  I think you *want* to be here."

"No! No..."  I picked up the pace, her arousal was evident: her breasts
were flushed, and again her cunt was gripping my cock as I rammed it in and
out of her.

"Tell me it isn't true, Tina."  I squeezed her nipples hard.  "Tell me it
isn't true.  I could treat you worse.  I could make these men pay to fuck
you.  With the way you look, I could have them in a line outside the door. 
You could be covered in jism, a fuck toy for me and my mates.  Tell me it
isn't true. "

"N-no-no... oh, fuck me harder!" 

"You would like that wouldn't you? I could put a collar on you, and make
you eat out of a bowl on the floor. I could make you suck my cock for hours
on end, while I did something more important.  Make you sleep at the foot
of my bed, and take other women -- women I had respect -- for to my bed
instead.  You would like that wouldn't you?  Tell me it isn't true.  Tell
me."

It was true!  I chuckled, thinking of the other things I could do to her. 
She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper into her pussy.   "I
don't know... fuck me harder.. please?"

"You came to that bar, didn't you? Planned to get raped.  How stupid is
that?  But this is what you wanted, isn't it?  Tell me it isn't true.  Tell
me you hate this, tell me you despise it.  Tell me it isn't true."

I sped up, pressing harder and deeper into her.  I mauled her tits again,
and she twisted to and fro, losing herself to the situation and the sex.. 
Her cunt clamped down hard on my cock, and I felt her begin to orgasm.  She
screamed out in the joy of it.  "I can't!!! I can't!!"

"Can't what?" I asked, after she had finished coming, while I was still
pounding out of her.  I wanted her to *say* it.

"I can't tell you it isn't true," she said in a whisper, a quiet voice.

"That's what I thought."   I fucked her even harder -- if that was
possible, until I again came in her cunt.

I wanted to keep her, but it was too complicated, really.  Who knew if her
husband or someone else was out looking for her -- or would be if we kept
her much longer.  I had Ross take her back down to the bar, and dump her
out back, with her clothes and purse.  I didn't even take her money.

I suspected she could find us again, all I'd have to do is make sure Big
Tim kept an eye out for her. 

*

Tina awoke, her muscles, cunt and ass stiff, and well fucked.  She had her
purse with her, and her clothes, which were a little worse for wear.  She
got up, and noted the name of the bar, and walked two blocks to her car,
which was in a nearby parking deck, got in and drove home.

There are only two things you have to do to get what you want.  The first
is to know what you want.  Not just what you want, but where it is, and how
to get it. That isn't always easy -- there is so much that we're not
*supposed* to want, but we do, anyway.  The second part is almost as hard
-- that when you finally see what you want, you've got to have the balls to
go and fucking take it.

==========
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GenericJoe <genericjoe@vnet.net>

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