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Subject: {ASSM} MONEY WON'T BUY HAPPINESS - OR WILL IT?  (Chapter 2, Day 1) (NC MF)
Date: Tue,  5 Feb 2002 05:10:05 -0500
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 The following story is a figment of my Budweiser soaked imagination.
If you are not of  legal age to read stories of a sexual nature or if
stories of a sexual nature are not legal where you live, leave now.
This story is presented for your private enjoyment.  It is copyright
2000 by Dave E. Perelli <dep9@swbell.net>.  This story may be archived
at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>.  Any other reproduction or distribution is
forbidden without the author's written consent.  No animals were
harmed during the making of this story. 
This story was posted previously to ASS, but some readers wanted it
archived thus the repost.  

Now that we all understand, enjoy.



MONEY WON'T BUY HAPPINESS - OR WILL IT (Chapter 2) Day 1, NC, MF



Three days after the gang fuck my Mom had been forced to perform I was
having breakfast on the sun deck when Jon, the big Nigerian, joined
me.  

"Good morning boss."

"Hi Jon.  What's new?"

"We have the subjects you chose in the basement."

"Great Jon.  I didn't even know you were gone."

"It doesn't take long once we have the plan in place.  We left
yesterday afternoon and were back before daylight.  That plane you let
us charter was a big help.  There is one complication."

"Oh?"

"Yeah boss.  When we made the snatch we found the grandmother was
visiting from California.  We had to grab her too.  She's in the
basement with the others."

"Well Jon, it's a good thing I have people like you who can think on
their feet.  It's been a while since I saw the profiles, so fill my in
again on what we have."

"Okay.  John Osmond, thirty-six years old.  A CPA, no police record,
serves on various boards of charities.  Donna Osmond, thirty-two,
housewife.  College educated, blonde, blue eyes, big tits, nice
figure.  We don't know if she's a real blonde or not.  As you ordered
we didn't strip or abuse them, just grabbed them and brought them
here.  She does volunteer work at the local food bank in Charlotte
where they live.  John Jr. is fourteen.  Nice looking kid.  Plays
soccer.  He's in the eighth grade, also a blonde.  Word is he's smart
and makes good grades. Marie is thirteen, another blue eyed blonde.
She's seventh grade.  Active in the drama department at her school.
Studies dance after school.  If you don't mind my saying so, boss,
she's a little wet dream.  Big tits for her age, small waist and a
tight little ass.  All that dancing I guess.  Grandma's name is Ruth
Harris.  She's Donna Osmond's mother.  She's forty-nine.  Damned nice
body for her age.  Big tits like her daughter, but just a few pounds
heavy.  Another blue eyed blonde. Don't really know anything else
about her, except that she has a husband who couldn't get away to make
the trip.  We have them in separate rooms in the basement."

"Good work, Jon.  Thank everyone for me.  I'll take a look at them
after dinner this evening.  My day is already booked up."  I went on
to tell Jon how I wanted things prepared when I went down stairs.  He
declined my offer of breakfast, saying he had already eaten and would
like to get some sleep before he went to the basement again.

I finished my dinner about seven and called for Jon.  I asked him if
everyone was prepared downstairs and he gave an affirmative answer.  I
told him I wouldn't need him until after I saw our guests.  Noting the
disappointment on his face I patted his shoulder and told him not to
worry.  Everyone would get their chance before we were through.  He
brightened considerably at that.

I made my way to the basement and to what we called the "great room".
The basement was immense with many rooms. The great room was in the
center, so called because it was the largest.  It had a raised area on
each side so that anyone there would have a good view of the
activities in the middle.  There was a large bed in the center area,
along with chairs and a sofa.  Throughout the room were various
restraint and torture devices. 

I walked to the stage on the right side and looked over my guests.
Mr. Osmond and John Jr. were naked, standing with their arms secured
over their heads and their feet spread and bonded to metal rings in
the floor.  Their communication was prevented with ball gags wedged in
each of their mouths.  John Jr. was a slender young man, muscular for
his age and light skinned.  He had a defiant look in his eye.  Ah, the
stupidity of youth.  The senior Osmond was a handsome man, but
somewhat softer than his son, probably from his sedentary work.  There
was a table behind the two with the toys I had requested laid out.  I
picked up a whip, adorned with nine separate leather lashes.  I hefted
it in my hand while looking at the women and girl across the room.  I
could see the terror in their eyes.  I brought my arm back and swung
the lash across the young Osmond's back.  He jerked in his bonds and a
cry of pain escaped his nose.  He continued to writhe there as I lay
the whip back down.  Dad was trying to cry out something, but couldn't
make himself understood with the ball in place in his mouth.  There
were satisfying red stripes across Jr.'s back and a trickle of blood
ran from several of them.  I moved to stand in front of John Sr. and
stood looking at him with a smile on my face.  Suddenly I drew my knee
up and brought my foot forcefully between his legs.  He made as much
of a scream as possible under the circumstances and after several
theatrical jerks went limp in his bonds.  

I slowly walked across the room to where the females were secured.
They were in much the same position as the males, except that they
were fully dressed.  I looked them over and found that Jon hadn't
exaggerated.  They were a pleasing group to the eye.  I decided to
break Grandma first.  I thought the others would fall in line easier
after they had witnessed her surrender. 

I took a moment to look over my first conquest.  Ruth Harris had her
blonde hair cut short as befitted her age. Her blue eyes would be
pretty if they had been filled with laughter instead of terror. She
was wearing a white button front blouse of some sort of shiny material
that I doubted was real silk. Jon had been right, her breasts were
impressive.  With her arms stretched overhead they strained the front
of her blouse until it gaped between the buttons.  Her skirt was close
fitting and had been hiked up when her feet were spread apart so that
it ended about halfway down her thighs.  She was carrying a few extra
pounds as I had been told, but was nowhere near fat.  Just well filled
out.  I walked behind her and released the strap holding the ball gag
and pulled it from her mouth.  As I expected she immediately started
babbling.

"Who are you!  What is going on here.  You are going to jail for the
rest of your life.  Let us down right now or you'll be in worse
trouble.  The FBI will find us soon and they won't have any mercy on
you."

I stepped in front of her, balled my fist and placed a strong blow in
the middle of her abdomen.  The breath gushed out of her and she
doubled as much as was possible while stretched with the restraints.  

"That was just to shut you up for a minute so you can listen, Mrs.
Harris.  I don't intend to hurt you any further.  If you give me any
more grief I will hurt your son-in-law and grandson instead of you.
As you can see they are quite incapable of defending themselves.  Now,
do you think you can keep your opinions to yourself?"

She nodded, still unable to gather breath to reply.  I realized I had
made a mistake in coming by myself, so while Grandma regained her
composure I moved to the intercom on the wall.  Sandra answered my
ring and I asked her to send two men down.  I didn't want to call
names, but I knew she would know that I wanted Jon and Jack, my two
favorites.  I returned to where Mrs. Harris was breathing more
normally.

My compatriots entered the room while I was talking to the
grandmother.  "Mrs. Harris, I'd like to welcome you to my home.  It's
so nice you could come.  You and your family have been brought here
for my amusement.  I'm easy to please.  I can be amused by you
agreeing to be a slut for me, or I can amuse myself by torturing your
family until they die or you change your mind.  If you decide to be my
slut you can't hold back or your family will pay the price.  You must
do everything in your power to please me.  Which will it be, Mrs.
Harris?  Slut for me or executioner for your family?"

She turned pale as she listened to my words. She tried to beg until I
held my hand up for silence.  She looked at me and saw no mercy in my
expression. There was a hesitation before her reply.  "I...I'll do
what you want."

I turned to Jon and Jack.  You guys go get those leather paddles and
stand by the boys.  If my slut doesn't do well enough you'll need to
use them to get her attention."

They moved to the other stage and picked up long stiff leather paddles
with wooden handles.

I turned back to Grandma.  "Okay, slut what do you think I'd like to
do first?"

With a stricken look she replied: "I don't know."

Jon brought his paddle down across her son-in-laws ass.  He screamed
through his nose again.  

"Try again, Grandma."

"Oh my God."  She wasn't used to having to make such decisions I could
tell.  She blurted out, "You want to feel me up.  I know that's what
you want to do."

"What have you got that I would want to feel, Mrs. Harris?"

She hung her head.  "You want to feel my breasts."

I nodded to Jack and he brought the paddle down on Junior's ass.
Junior reacted as loudly as he could through his gag.  

"Please stop.  Don't hurt them any more.  I'm trying to say what you
want to hear."

"Grandma, we don't use words like "breasts" here.  You'd better start
talking like a slut if you are going to be one.  Sluts use words like
tits, boobs, melons.  They say cunt, pussy, snatch, and ass.  Now what
do I want to do?"

"Please, no more.  Oh my.  You want to play with my tits."

I turned to Jack and Jon.  "Boys, we need more music in here.  Take
the gags out of their mouths.  I don't want to hear anything but their
screams.  If they start talking when the gags are out you can beat
them until they learn to shut up."  I turned back to the older woman.
"Okay, Mrs. Harris.  I'll feel up your tits, but that's going to
quickly get boring.  You think up new things for me to do with them
and let me know.  If I get bored and you haven't made a new suggestion
I'll have your grandson beaten while you think."

I reached and took her breasts in my hands.  They were big and felt
soft under my fingers.  As I squeezed them I looked into her face.
She was colored red with the embarrassment, her eyes down turned.  I
glanced at her daughter and granddaughter and saw that they were
looking away.  I spoke over my shoulder to Jon.  "Whip Mr. Osmond
until his family starts watching the action.  I don't want them to
miss anything."

His bellows filled the room as the crop dropped three times on his
back, ass and thighs.  Mrs. Harris screamed out:  "Donna, Marie.  You
have to watch.  Don't look away.  Just do as he says and we'll get
through this.  Grandma will make him happy and he'll let us go."  The
unhappy pair quickly looked back at the action I was presenting as I
continued to knead her breasts.  

"I'm getting bored, slut. You'd better give me something else to do
and you'd better not make me tell you again that I'm getting bored."

Her voice trembled as she spoke.  "You need to see them.  Rip my
blouse open so you can see them better."

I grabbed the front of her blouse and gave it a strong sideways pull.
The buttons flew out on the floor and her bra encased tits were
showcased for my view.  The bra wasn't exciting, plain white and
sturdy, but the cups were large and well filled.  I ran my hands over
them and looked into her eyes.  She realized it was time to move on.

"Pull my bra up so my tits are out of it."

I janked the bra up on her chest, her big tits falling out of it.
They were a handsome pair.  Nice and full.  They had a little sag, but
not enough to detract from their beauty.  Her nipples were large,
where my Mom's had been small.  I liked the big nipples better.  The
areolas were large circles a little darker than the surrounding flesh.
Her tits were spongy in my hands as I squeezed them.  I was surprised
when I felt her nipples growing hard under my palms.  Even if she
didn't like the attention her body did.

"Make me kiss you while you squeeze my tits.  Make it hurt if you want
to.  I'll do ANYTHING for my family."

I brought my mouth to hers and immediately felt her tongue probing my
mouth.  I squeezed harder on her tits.  She moaned in pain, but
pressed her breasts more firmly into my hands.  She was either getting
into this or she was one hell of an actress.  I didn't really care
which.  Her next request was that I suck her tits, followed by wanting
me to twist and pull the nipples.  She asked me to slap her tits from
side to side.  She cried out when I did, but her breathing was coming
harder and her nipples were engorged, standing out it looked like an
inch.  I was beginning to think she was for real.  Maybe she had
always fantasized about being a slut.  Who knew?  Who cared?  I was
having fun.  

I paused.  "Okay, Mrs. Harris.  I'm bored with your tits.  Think up
something really trashy for me to do with you or I'll have to amuse
myself with your grandson."

"No.  Please don't hurt him.  Just give me a minute.  I'll think up
something you'll like."

She was silent for a moment.  "Sir, please how trashy does it have to
be?"

I laughed.  "Trashier than anything you've ever imagined.  Dirty,
disgusting, depraved, nasty, horrible.  Get the picture?  And it had
better be quick."

"Okay, okay.  Don't hurt him.  Okay I know what you would like.  Stand
behind me so my grandson can see everything."

I moved into the position she requested. She hung her head as she
continued, but her nipples were still erect and she was breathing
hard.

"Pull my skirt up over my waist."  I pulled it up and admired the nice
legs and panty encased ass.

"Now rip my panties off."

"Why?"

"So I have to show them my........my........CUNT!"  She finally
brought herself to say the word.  I laughed and, putting one hand in
the small of her back, I ripped her panties free and tossed them
aside.

"John, Johnny you have to watch.  Look at Grandma's cunt.  He'll hurt
us if you don't.  Just watch and remember Grandma loves you and will
do anything for you."

"What now, slut?"

"Reach around me and hurt my tits with one hand and finger fff....fuck
me with the other", she replied.

I quickly set about my task.  She cried real tears as I mashed her
tits and twisted and pulled her nipples, but her pussy was running
unbelievably wet.  Her hips started an involuntary humping when I
plunged into her.  I had no trouble inserting two fingers, then three
as her horrified family looked on.  I pulled my hand free and she
eagerly sucked the slime off my fingers before I plunged back into her
wet snatch. It wasn't too long before I felt her tense.

"AAAHhhhhhhhh, OOOooooh, I'm Cuuummmming."  She slumped in her bonds,
hanging limply.  I let her hang there until she recovered and
straightened again.  She looked at me.  "Was that nasty enough?"

"Nope.  You'd better think of something else quick.  I'm getting bored
with you."

"Okay, okay.  Don't do anything to my family.  I know.  Take me down
to that bed.  Make me strip off the rest of my clothes and fuck you.
I'll give you the best fuck you've ever had, I promise.  Any way you
want it.  My kids can watch me give you a wild fucking.  I'll talk
dirty the whole time.  You'll like that.  Let me show you what a slut
I can be."  I was sure I saw excitement in her blue eyes this time.

I didn't reply, just knelt and released the bonds holding her legs
apart and did the same with her arms.  She stood for a moment working
out the cramps from her long restraint.  She walked in front of her
daughter and granddaughter.  I wondered what that was about.  She
stopped and shrugged off the remnants of her blouse, then tossed her
bra away.  She cupped her breasts for their view while pulling on her
own nipples.  She then walked across the room to stand in front of the
two males.  Once there she unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the
floor, stepping out of it.  She kicked off her last remaining
garments, her shoes.  Standing with her feet spread she ran her own
fingers in her pussy, working three of them in and out four or five
times while her grandson and son-in-law looked on in horror. She
slowly sucked her fingers clean and moved to lie on the big bed on her
back.  She bent her knees and spread her legs wide apart.  She pushed
three fingers back in her wet cunt and began working them in and out.
She turned her head to look at me.

"When you're ready I'll show you what a good fuck I can be."

I quickly shed my clothes and walked to where she lay.  Her eyes grew
wide as she saw me naked for the first time.  "God, what a big cock
you've got.  Nothing like that puny husband of mine.  I've never had
one that big. Come straddle me and put it between my big tits.  Make
me mash my tits around it while you tit fuck me.  Slap my face and
show me you are the boss. 

I did as she asked and straddled her body with my cock between those
big warm breasts.  She pushed them together for a nice friction and I
worked my hips back and forth.  I slapped her face from side to side,
though not hard enough to leave marks.  I might want to use her more
later and didn't want her looks ruined.  As I was slapping her I
changed the ground rules.

"You like thinking up things for me to do, don't you Grandma?"

"Yes, I like it."

"Well it's over.  Now you will do exactly as I tell you and do it
without any argument or your family will suffer the consequences."
With that I raised up  and, taking her by the hair, dragged her to the
edge of the bed.  I placed her on her back with her head hanging over
the edge of the bed.  I lowered my knees and shoved my cock roughly
between her ruby lips.  Flexing my hips I pushed my tool all the way
down her throat.  I didn't work up to it slowly, just made one mighty
thrust and watched her neck bulge.  Her hands came up to my hips as
the terror of suffocation set in.  She tried to push me away.  The
loud crack of the paddle came twice accompanied by the screams of her
grandson and she managed to move her hands.  She put them down on the
bed, but they kept jumping up as I thrust and she tried not to try to
push me back.  She was flowing tears of fear and pain now as she
thought I was going to choke her to death with my big cock.  "Mfff,
Mffff" came from her mouth as she tried to breathe. I suddenly pulled
out and pulled her by her hair again as she cried out.  I put her on
her hands and knees, then knelt between her legs.  One shove was all
it took to bury myself to the hilt in her. She was still sloppy wet,
in spite of what she had just gone through.  I began a serious rough
fuck, pounding her pussy and causing her big tits to swing beneath
her.  I looked around to make sure the rest of the family was still
watching her abuse and found they were transfixed by the sight. 

"Talk to me Mrs. Harris.  Tell me all about it."

She knew what she had to do.

"Shove it to me.  Fuck me like the slut I am.  Hurt me with your cock.
I belong to you.  I'll do anything you want me to do.  Make my watch
what a whore their grandma is.  Shoot your cum in me and knock me up.
Make me have a little bastard child."

She continued a running filthy dialog while I pumped her pussy.  Her
breathing became more and more labored and her big tits continuing
swinging back and forth.  I had all I could stand and let loose a loud
bellow as I shot my load in her.  That set her off and she had a
screaming orgasm at the same time.  She collapsed forward on the bed
and I collapsed on her back.  When I recovered I pulled from her with
a sucking noise.  I rolled over on my back with my legs spread.  When
she raised her weary head I pointed to my groin.  My cock was a mess
with the coating from her soggy pussy and all the cum I had deposited.
"Suck it whore."

She knelt over me without complaint and took my nasty cock in her
mouth.  She was obviously no stranger to sucking cock.  She did a
really good job of it, but it still took quite a while to bring it
back to life. She had a white froth around her mouth from my spend and
her cunt juices.  It took even longer for her to bring me to orgasm,
but I finally turned loose in her mouth and she gamely swallowed it
down.  When she had swallowed the last of it she rolled over to her
side on the bed and lay crying quietly.  

I left her there as I rose and put my clothes back on.  I told Jon and
Jack to fuck her before they put the family back in their rooms.  I
told them if she didn't give them a great fuck to let me know and her
family would pay dearly for it tomorrow.  I was tired and went to bed.

END OF CHAPTER 2

We try to strive for realism.  Every woman I rape has at least one
orgasm, sometimes more.  How about you?  I think that business about
them not enjoying it is just some Feminist propaganda.  By the way,
thanks for the cards and letters.  You don't know how much I treasure
them.  

Dave 


DAVE E. PERELLI
Associate Representative of Westminster Abby

"I find your lack of faith disturbing."

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