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From: mrledft@aol.com (MR LEDFT)
Subject: {ASSM} Tea Time, Pt. 3
Date: Thu,  3 Jan 2002 23:10:14 -0500
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This story is also featured in this month's issue of the R.O.S.E Project
newsletter which can be found here: 
http://www.aslaveslove.com/rose/rose_index.html


WARNING: This story is a work of fiction and not to be read by person(s) 
under the age of 21. Continuing on, assumes you are over 21, and will not 
present/show this to any minors. This work having been posted to the newsgroups
is considered copyrighted from the author. Please do not republish, copy, or
post without prior consent of the author. Copyright MasterKink, 2001. Other
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Tea Time, Pt. 3

The man led the diminutive woman across the room to a large scaffold of some
sort. Her head was completely covered by the leather hood except for a brief
glimpse of gray hair.

As the men attached her arms to the overhead beam, the camera zoomed in and
sure enough, the slight wrinkles on her neck confirmed that this was an older
woman.

Gracious, thought Jean, I just didn't realize that old people had such desires
left!

She noticed the small Union Jack with the word "Rose" beautifully tattooed on
the woman's wrist as they spread her out on the scaffold.

Her ankles were attached as well and then they stood back to admire their
handiwork.

The camera moved back, but you could observe the woman's eyes as she tracked
something in front of her. She started to wriggle and squirm, but to no avail
as Jean watched mesmerized when one of the men started whacking the poor old
woman's flabby breasts with a short switch. She could hear the muffled sound
the dear woman made as he continued down the front of her body leaving a trail
of crimson welts in it's wake.

Then he and the camera moved to the woman's back and continued with a similar
beating from top to bottom.

Jean watched as the lady gasped and caught her breath for a few moments, then
again stared at the screen as the other brute came into view with a short whip
and once more assaulted the helpless woman with it.

Jean simply couldn't understand why she was responding this way. She could feel
the moistness in her crotch as she watched the two men alternate various
implements of torture from whips of various lengths, crops, switches, and
paddles; even using them between her legs until you could see her legs
trembling with fatigue and pain.

What bothered Jean more was the constant question in her brain, "What must that
feel like?"

She glanced around and noticed that everyone was in different stages of sexual
gratification from downright masturbation to subtle fingers under the
tablecloths touching hard cocks and probing gushing cunts.

Why not, she asked herself as her own hand slid under her skirt and teased past
the edge of her panties to touch her throbbing clit.

Looking at the screen again, she noticed that the men had undone the woman's
ankles for some reason. Then continued watching as one of the men stroked his
immense looking penis and moved to the rear of the waiting female. The camera
dove to the floor and sure enough, it captured the image as the rock hard prick
separated the woman's ass cheeks and slid home with one final heave.

He picked her up and holding her at the right height commenced to slam his
penis in and out with no concern for her welfare.

Then unbelievably the other man moved to the front of the woman and as the
patrons watched impaled the old lady on his prick as well.

Then they began an incredible dance as they moved in out an out of the ravaged
slave's rectum and vagina. They had removed the gag from her mouth and Jean
couldn't believe the verbal encouragement she was giving them to fuck her
harder and rip her open. 

And so they did until they both had their hands resting on the scaffold with
only their turgid organs holding the slave upright in a sandwich.

It was just too much for Jean. Her fingers had slid into her wet pussy and
teased her clit mercilessly. She could only hold her other hand over her face
in embarrassment peeking through her fingers as she observed the screen and the
other patrons relieving themselves in a like manner until they all had one
simultaneous orgasm.

Jean could only sit there with her eyes closed and pray that everyone else had
been too busy with their own satisfaction to pay her much mind. She sat there
waiting for her trembling legs to quit shaking and eventually brought her hand
back up to wipe on the large napkin the management had so graciously provided.

She completely lost track of time. She just sat there with all sorts of
thoughts floating through her mind trying to make sense of it all and why her
body responded so positively to it. Maybe Nigel was right and she was a sick
pervert like him?

Eventually, she thought her legs would hold her up and she moved to the door to
go down the stairs.

As she moved through the small anteroom that led to the stairs, the gentleman
guarding the door spoke, "Thank you for joining us, ma"am. Do come back."

She mumbled something to him and bolted out the door as it buzzed open.

Outside, she almost knocked over the gray haired hostess that had greeted her
so long ago.

"I'm sorry."

"No harm done, dear. Leaving us so soon?"

"Yes, I must get home and do some work."

"Well, do come back and visit us again."

As she spoke her hand went to the bannister as she moved to the stairs.

That was when Jean noticed the tattoo of the Union Jack and the name Rose
underneath it.

The sweet old lady looked into Jean's eyes.

"We do a much better show on the weekends. You must attend sometime."

Jean could only mutter that she would. as she bolted down the stairs and onto
the street.


MastrKink   
                     "The pain in pleasure often becomes the pleasure of pain."



                         

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