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Subject: {ASSM} The Babysitter and the Great Dane (Chapter Two) Teen, Mast, beast, M/F, F/f
Date: Tue, 28 Aug 2001 10:10:02 -0400
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      Tami sobbed as the full import of the words sunk in. "No --.please --"
she begged. Mrs. Ross bent down and grabbed her arm, twisting it painfully
behind her back. Tami squealed in pain as Mrs. Ross levered her roughly to her
feet. She used her painful hold on Tami's arm to march her across the room and
into the hallway. She turned left and entered the door that Tami had noticed
was always kept locked securely. Now she noticed that the door was standing
open and led to a long flight of stairs, going down. When they reached the
bottom, Tami's sobs redoubled in horror. 

    The "playroom" was a fully equipped dungeon, the same one she had seen in
the videotape. The room was huge and Tami could tell that it enclosed the
entire basement of the house. . The walls were thickly padded and  soundproofed
and racks on those walls held a variety of whips, shackles, and other items
Tami could not identify.  In the center of the floor was a pair of rough wooden
posts, about six feet tall and abut four feet apart./ At various places on the
posts were heavy steel rings where a victim could be fashioned. Without
hestiation, Mrs. Ross marched Tami to the poles and shoved her to her knees
between them. She pulled Tami's arms behind her back, then up until the girl
squealed in pain. Mrs. Ross secured her like that, then used long leather
straps to secure Tami's  thighs wide apart, one to either post. The nubile
teenager was helpless, bent over like a diver, her head down and her ass in the
air. Her  ass and pussy were left  totally vulnerable. 

     Mrs. Ross knelt behind her. She reached out with one long-nailed finger
and began running it up and down Tami's pussy lips before gently parting them
and sliding a finger deep  inside. The girl moaned as her earlier arousal
overcame the fear. Mrs. Ross chuckled and slid another finger in before
beginning to gently finger-fuck the bound teenager. 

   "She's so wet, honey," Mrs. Ross told her husband. "I'll bet she's a gusher.
How about it, Tami-slut? Are you a gusher? Hmmm?" 

     "I...oh god, that's good...I don't know what you mean..." Tami said. Her
head was spinning with the twin sensations of fear and helpless arousal. She
tried to squirm her hips back against the older woman's fingers, but she was
bound too tightly. She had to accept whatever pleasure her new Mistress deigned
to give her. 

     "Some women come so hard," Mrs. Ross purred, "that they spurt, just like a
man. do you do that when you come, Tami-slut? Do you?" 


     "Please don't call me that..." Tami sobbed. "I'm not a slut, I'm not.
You're raping me."

     She cried out as Mrs. Ross delivered a hard slap to her buttocks.  "And
you're loving it, you little cunt," she snapped. "That's what makes you a
slut." She turned to her husband. "Looks like little Tami-slut needs to be
taught her place. Bring me the crop." The grinning man reached over to a rack
on the wall and handed his wife a wicked-looking black leather riding crop. She
swished it through the air a few times, her eyes glinting evilly. 

      "Please," Tami begged. "Please just let me alone, I won't tell anybody I
AAAAAHHHHH!" The first blow of the crop came down across the girl's upraised
buttocks. It was quickly followed by another. And another. And another. "Tell
us what you are, bitch," Mrs. Ross demanded with every stroke of the crop.
"Tell us. Tell us what you are." Tami tried to resist, but her pride crumbled
quickly before the relentless onslaught of pain. "I'm a slut," she sobbed.
 -~"I'm a slut. Please...please just....just don't hurt me any more..." 

     "Damn it," Mr. Ross breathed.  -~I have to fuck her now." He began
unzipping hs trousers.  

      "No, darling," his wife purred. "I want Buster to take her cherry. Maybe
that will teach her not to be such a little bitch to us. Don't you think it
would be so much naughtier that way?" She smiled down at Tammy. "Don't you
think it would be something she'd remember the rest of her life?" She noted his
look of frustration and gently patted his cheek. "Don't worry, baby," she
soothed. She licked her lips and looked significantly at his bulging crotch.
"I'll take good care of you while you watch her with Buster." 

        He smiled. "You are one evil bitch, Jane." 

     She smiled back fondly. "And you love it, baby. Sit down in that chair
over there and get ready. I'll get Buster in position." 

   Stil smiling, Mr. Ross dropped his trousers, then his boxers. As his cock
sprang free, Tami gasped at the size of the giant pole. Her eyes fixed on how
it stood out from the tangle of dark pubic hair. It looked almost as big around
as her arm! How could a woman ever take something that big inside of her? Mr.
Ross sat down in a large leather easy chair where he could see Tami's face and
began slowly stroking his big penis. 

   Tami's attention was distracted by a heavy panting sound behind her. Mrs.
Ross was leading Buster over to where the redheaded teenager knelt helplessly
before him like a sacrificial victim. "No," Tami begged. "Please don't let him
d-d-do it to m-m-me...." She screamed as the dog bent his head down to her
wide-open pussy and began lapping at her with his enormous tongue. She tried to
squirm away, but the bonds held her fast. She wept and begged and pleaded for
mercy, but to no avail. The dog continued his relentless licking of Tami's
exposed cunt. She saw Mrs. Ross walk slowly across the room nd kneel before her
husband. She looked back over her shoulder at Tami and winked.  -~Don't worry,
Tami-slut," she whispered. "You'll get your chance at this, too. It's too nice
and big a cock not to share." Mr. Ross groaned out loud as his beautiful
dark-haired wife turned back to him and plunged her mouth over his big penis,
taking it the root in one gulp. She began fellating him vigorously, the
slurping and sucking noised combining with those from where Buster was still
teasing Tami's pussy. The screams and sobs that Tami had been uttering caught
in her throat as the dog's tongue searched under her body and found her clit.
The contact wrenched a groan of sheer bliss from her graceful throat. The sound
was Buster's cue that he had done well; his stubby tail wagged as he licked
Tami's clit again and again, pulling groan after groan from her throat. 


   "I think she likes it, dear," Mr. Ross said. His voice was tight with
desire. 

    His wife pulled her mouth of his cock with a wet op and looked back over
her shoulder. "Like it, my ass," she said, her own voice thick with lust. "she
fucking loves it, don't you, Tami-slut?" 

   "Yes," Tami cried. "Yes, I love it. I love it. Don't let him stop, it's so
good..." 

   Mrs. Ross turned and crawled over to Tami on her hands and knees. She
reached out a hand and pulled Tami's head back by the hair before kissing the
redhead's moaning mouth. Her tongue invaded Tami's mouth roughly, causing the
young babysitter to moan again. She pulled away and looked Tami in the eye. 

 "Honey?" Mr. Ross said. His voice sounded almost plaintive. 

   Mrs Ross chuckled. "I'll be back in a minute, stud, I promise," she said in
that throaty voice. "I just want to look into Tami-slut's eyes when Buster
takes her cherry." She glanced back over Tami's shoulder at Buster. "Buster,"
she commanded. "Mount." 

To Be continued 

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