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From: Elliot Mabeuse <dr_mabeuse@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} {new story}  Lady Lauren's Ordeal  {M++F, oral, voy,  reluc, fantasy)
Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2002 06:10:08 -0500
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The following story contains graphical description of
sexual acts and is intended only for those over the
age of 18 and mature enough to tell fantasy from
reality. Distribution of this story is limited to
those areas where such material is not prohibited. All
characters and events are imagniary and should not be
contrued as representing the real actions of real
people.
All material copyright Dr. Mabeuse, 2002
Comments and criticism by sympathetic parties are
always welcome and appreciated. It keeps me writing.


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Lieutenant Lauren's Ordeal



   Not far from that happy land ruled over by the beneficent wisdom of the
Fathers and Mothers of the Temple of the Spoon lies the dark and benighted
realm of Yahell, which had long ago fallen under the despotic heel of the
freedom-hating cabal known as the Maximum Prophets.  Day and night these
shadowy figures plotted and planned to destroy the Temple and enslave the
liberty-loving Spoonists, sending out their spies and agents to make
mischief in the realm of Spoon, raising the hateful Fees that burdened
their own unhappy populace, imposing tighter and tighter restrictions on
what the Yahellians could read, speak, and even think.

   On this dark and foggy night the halls of the Yahellian fortress are
ablaze with candles and lanterns, as dark-robed minions bustled about with
an air of subdued excitement.  A the center of this activity stood the
tall, imposing figure of the Minister of Clubs and Groups, Cardinal Zinn,
and his aide, known as Toad.

   "This is indeed a feather in our cap, Toad!  A real coup!" The Cardinal
was saying, rubbing his long fingers together.

   "Yes it is, Sir, indeed it is, if I do say so myself!  The Board of
Directors will be quite pleased I daresay!  Yes, quite pleased and
entertained!"

   "Yes.  Well, of course, not many of them will be there." The Cardinal
said with a sigh.  "This is such short notice.  But we will record the
whole thing so that they may enjoy it at their leisure!"

   He shot a sharp glance at his aide.  "You did arrange for the
recordings, didn't you Toad?"

   "Yes, sir!  They are setting up the equipment now.  We shall record it
from every angle, sir!  We don't want to miss a thing!"

   "And the chairs are all in place?  And the curtain?"

   "Yes, my Lord!  I've seen to it myself!"

   "Very good, very good!" The Cardinal said as he sank down into his
high-backed chair, making a tent of his fingers.  "Now, tell me again how
you accomplished such a feat!"

   "Oh I'm sure you wouldn't want to be bothered with all the petty
details, My Lord." Toad said.  "But as you know, we do have our spies in
the accursed Temple, and they do earn their pay by passing on what
information they come across, else they do not remain spies for long.  I
myself see to that."

   "Yes, yes, your work in that area has been comendable." the Cardinal
said with some impatience.  "But you may skip all these details."

   "Well, this woman, this Lady Lauren as she is known, is also a
Lieutenant in the Spoonist's army, working as a spy within our very city.
But she already has her enemies in the Temple.  Especially since she
violated their so-called Rule of Novices."

   The Cardinal raised an eyebrow.  "Rule?  What Rule is that."

   "It is quite disgusting, your Grace.  But they have a rule that every
new member of the Temple must be available to perform...er...sexual favors
for any member who so desires it.  To ensure that these promiscuous
fornicators each get to savor the charms of a new member, the Rule further
states that no member can have the Novice more than once, until all members
have had their chance to accept or decline the Novice's salacious
attention."

   The Cardinal blanched, and reached in his sleeve for his scented hankie,
which he pressed to his nose.  "This is quite nauseating.  Those creatures
are worse than rutting goats, totally without shame or human decency!"

   "Oh, quite, my Lord, quite!  Subhuman, in my opinion!" Toad said, "But
this Lieutenant took a special fancy to a certain novice known only as `D',
and apparently took her obscene pleasure of this D twice, in violation of
their Rule.  There are those in the Temple who disapprove of such behavior,
and who are none too fond of Lady Lauren and her tactics in any case.  It
was not too difficult for our agents to persuade her enemies to reveal to
us the Lady's whereabouts, and the disguise she was using.  And as soon as
we had her, I knew you would want her for the Ordeal."

   "Yes, Very good, Toad!" The Cardinal said, "And just where was she
captured?"

   "She was found, your Grace, under our very noses!  The bitch had the
temerity to be running through our Groups, attempting to kidnap our serfs
and bring them into the embrace of their filthy Temple!"

   "The gall of that tramp!  Well, now she will learn that such behavior
has its consequences!"

   "Indeed, she has already freed a number of our loyal and contented
serfs, who now wallow in the degrading carnality of the Temple!  She has
been a pain in our side for sometime."

   "Our neck, you mean." The Cardinal said.

   "Your Lordship?"

   "Our neck.  A pain in the neck, not in our side.  You mean a thorn in
our side, not a pain in our side!"

   "As your Lordship wishes, yes.  But she has caused us much trouble."

   "Hmm.  Yes, now that you mention it, I believe I've heard her name
mentioned in meetings of the security counsel.  And where is the bitch
now?"

   "She is being readied for the ordeal, your Grace." Toad said.  "She is a
veritable hellion, though, I must say, and I'm afraid it was necessary to
sedate her quite heavily before we could handle her."

   The Cardinal stared at him sharply.  "She is still conscious I hope!"

   "Oh, yes, your Grace, oh yes!  Do not fear!  She is conscious, or will
be for the Ordeal, I shall see to that!"

   "She must be conscious.  We do not want her comatose.  It ruins the
whole Ordeal."

   "Do not fear, your Grace.  She will be conscious and struggling."

   "Good, good.  Yes, the struggling is good." The Cardinal said.  He
gestured for Toad to come closer, then spoke in a whisper.  "Is she...is
she...  comely?"

   "Oh yes!  Quite comely!  A veritable looker, or "hottie" as they say!"

   "Good!" the Cardinal said, but then gestured for Toad to approach again.
"But is she...  is she..." Here the Cardinal gestured with his hands,
describing a bulging curve over his rather sunken chest.  "You know... 
Built!  Stacked!"

   Toad lifted one corner of his mouth.  "I believe, your Grace, the
expression is: like a brick shit house!"

   The cardinal barked out a mirthless laugh and smacked his hand down on
the arm of his chair with satisfaction.  "Excellent, Toad!  Quite
excellent"

   From the tower high above the castle sounded the loud and irritating
electronic beep that signaled the hour of Midnight for Yahellians
throughout the evil kingdom.

   "There is the hour!" The Cardinal declared.  "Let us go down and take
our seats!  I don't want to miss a moment of this slut's humiliation!"

   As Cardinal Zinn and Toad made their way down to the Cloister of the
Black Monks where the Ordeal would take place, a barely conscious Lt. 
Lauren was being manipulated into the attire she would wear for the
ceremony ahead.  As a phalanx of heavily armed guards stood by, their eyes
averted on pain of death, a group of female attendants finished sponging
off her naked body and slipped a red satin shift over her shoulders,
pulling down the hem and straightening the bodice where it stretched taut
over her naked breasts.  Her hair was pinned atop her head, showing off the
graceful curve of her swanlike neck, and ensuring that the hapless
Lieutenant's face would be visible to the crowd as she underwent the ritual
they had arranged for her.

   The head attendant stood back to look her over once more.  She was
lovely, achingly so, It took a woman to recognize this depth of beauty in
another, and the attendant was briefly moved to pity.  She then remembered
that this woman had been in the illicit embrace of numerous men in that
filthy Temple, and she steeled herself to the task at hand.

   "Manacles!" she snapped, and two attendants slid leather cuffs around
Lauren's listless ankles and wrists.  "Collar!" And a leather collar was
buckled securely around her throat.

   "Can she walk?" The head attendant asked.

   "I don't know, lady.  They've given her enough drugs for three strong
men, It's a miracle she can stand at all!"

   The head attendant stood back.  "Walk, child!" she commanded.  "You can
walk, can't you?  Now walk with us, or we'll have to carry you."

   Lieutenant Lauren mumbled something and regarded the women from beneath
heavy-lidded eyes.  She didn't know where she was, who they were, or what
she was doing.  It was all a blurry dream to her as she unsteadily put one
foot in front of the other, making her way out of the room accompanied by
the male guards and the women attendants.

   They walked the few yards from the dressing room to a stone staircase
where, leaning on two women, Lauren was propelled up the stairs to emerge
into a vast, dark space.  All that was visible was a kind of stone altar,
gleaming whitely from the countless candles that surrounded it.  Lauren
sensed the huge emptiness of the room, but could not see into the darkness.
She let herself be led to the altar and helped up on it.

   The women gently laid her down and she didn't resist.  Nor did she
resist when they secured her hands to her sides by clipping them to metal
rings affixed to the top of the altar.  Her ankles were similarly made
fast, and, finally, two clips were attached to the collar, forcing her head
to lie flat against the stone so that she could only look up into the
darkness above her face.

   The head attendant checked the bonds, then removed the light sandals
from Lt.  Lauren's feet.  Accompanied by the guards and other women, they
silently filed out of the room.

   Lt Lauren lay on the altar and stared at the darkness.  She wasn't
afraid, for she had no conception of where she was nor why she was here. 
The stone slab was not cold, and was unaccountably comfortable.  She
thought she might doze, but then she thought she heard a sound from the
darkness; a soft scrape, as of a chair being moved on a stone floor, or
perhaps a muffled cough.  She tired to listen more intently, but she
couldn't keep her mind focused.  It just felt good to lie here, to
half-doze, safe in the muzzy embrace of the drug.

   Unbeknownst to the stuporous Lauren, preparations were continuing while
she was stretched out supine on the white marble altar.  A group of
Yahellian men, chosen for the size of their male parts and masked to
protect their identities, were shucking off their ragged clothes, fastening
stout leather harnesses across their chests, and pulling on evil-looking
black boots.  Their sexual organs, already half engorged, were forced into
prominence by thick, shiny steel rings which encircled their entire scrotum
and were held in place by black leather belts.  This garish outfit made
them look like some sort of fiendish combination of man and beast, and
their behavior did nothing to lessen the resemblance, as, in their growing
excitement, they pushed and shoved each other, trying to get to the head of
the line.

   These men comprised Lieutenant Lauren's ordeal: an ordeal by sex.  It
was simply to be a gang rape, as the men well know.  Being Yahellians,
their sexual experiences were strictly controlled, and each of the men was
a virgin, a very impatient virgin.  Each knew what awaited him on the
altar, and as the time grew near their excitement increased, and their
organs grew harder and more erect.

   Upstairs Lieutenant Lauren was still slipping in and out of a drugged
sleep, unable to tell dream from reality when she heard the soft sound of a
gong and felt a sudden draft, as if from a door opening near by.  She noted
it, but did not realize that it signaled the arrival of the first of her
tormentors.

   She felt the sudden presence of someone in the room, but again, in her
drugged state, did not connect it with any immanent peril.  When she felt a
rough hand moving over her body massaging her breasts and belly, it seemed
the most delicious and stimulating feeling in the world, not the clumsy
fumbling of an over anxious and undereducated clod.  Suddenly her body
hungered for more contact.  She stirred slightly on the stone, enjoying the
sensations of his seeking hands as they explored her body.

   Still under the influence of the drug, she didn't question what was
being done to her.  She never asked herself where this delicious
stimulation was coming from, she only knew it felt good, and she wanted
more.

   The Yahellian, for his part, was almost frantic with need.  The corrupt
government which now offered him this helpless and desirable female body
had also kept him completely ignorant of what it was he was supposed to do
with a woman, and he sought blindly to possess her, to quench the ache in
his loins.  With his face covered in a tight leather mask, he could only
press his lips to the soft flesh of her belly, the round fullness of her
breasts, as he squeezed and kneaded her voluptuous form.

   His clumsy manhandling increased Lauren's pleasure, which seemed to
slowly clear the hazy vapors from her mind, only to replace them with fiery
need.  As her mind cleared, she again had the feeling that others were out
there in the darkness, watching, but it was a thought that came and went,
so intend was she on the movement of her assailant's hands.

   In his excitement, the man threw himself on top of her, writhing about
as he pulled at her satin gown, lifting the hem higher and higher, over her
knees, her thighs, exposing the nakedness of her sex.  Then, half by
instinct, half by knowledge picked up in whispered furtive exchanges with
ignorant cohorts, he realized what he was to do.  As his swollen rod made
contact with the soft V of her thighs, he shoved forward like a wild man,
sinking the head of his cock into her pussy.

   "Ohhh myyyy Godddd!" she whispered in unabashed delight, hunching her
hips up to take him deeper into her willing belly.  "Ohhh my fucking God!
Yesss!"

   He responded with muffled, animal-like grunts of unbridled lust and
began humping wildly into her.  His frenzied abandon only lifted the
Lieutenant higher, fanning the flames of her passion.  She was dimly aware
of the gong's sounding again, but paid it no mind.

   The Lieutenant was well aware of her body's rebellious nature.  She
often thought of her voluptuous frame as being a kind of wild horse, which
normally served her well but on occasion might bolt and race wildly out of
control, forcing her conscious mind to hang on as best it could as she flew
through space at breakneck speed, eyes wild and breath hissing like steam
from its flared nostrils.  She felt like that now.  Her conscious mind,
shaking of the lethargic effects of the drug was like a startled observer
of her animal passions, aroused to fever pitch by the rutting animal atop
and inside her.

   She realized that another man had come out, attired identically to the
first.  But this man, perhaps brighter than the first, wasted little time
in groping blindly at her exposed charms, but went directly to the head of
the altar, and, after staring at her for a brief moment, took his penis in
his hand and pressed it against her moist, expectant lips.

   Without hesitating she opened her mouth and took him inside, closing her
eyes and humming in pleasure deep in her throat.  She had a body seemingly
designed and certainly trained to give pleasure, and those sensual
instincts now took over.

   The man stared down, open-mouthed in awe, before reaching down and
unclipping the rings that held her collar to the slab, allowing her to turn
her head and take him deeper within her mouth.  All the while the first man
pumped and wriggled between her obscenely spread thighs, plundering the
treasure between her legs and working himself to a feverish pitch.

   Out in the audience which stretched around the walls of the cavernous
room, Cardinal Zinn leaned forward in his seat, enjoying the spectacle of
the Tosaian bitch being fucked raw by two of his minions.  The thin scrim
curtain that obscured the watchers from Lauren's gaze did little to block
their view of her as she writhed on the altar block, servicing two men at
once.  Around him the video cameras hummed, and he could feel the tension
as the other observers tried to control themselves in the face of the lewd
scene occurring not twenty feet away.  `The slut loves it!' he thought. 
`The dirty whore!  She actually enjoys being fucked like an animal!  `

   From where he sat he could see the first man's cock held tightly in her
vagina, see the spittle drip from her mouth as she sucked desperately at
the second man's turgid cock.  He heard her grunt and sigh as they buffeted
her body between them, intent only on their own pleasure.  He could even
smell her arousal, the raw smell of sex, and he fought down an urge to
stride up to the altar, pull the belt from his robe and whip the bitch as
she fucked and sucked the two studs.

   He had to do something: this was not humiliation enough.  "Open the
curtains!" he suddenly barked out.  "Open the curtains and bring some
light! Let her see who she's performing for!"

   At once the scrims were pulled back around the room.  Shuttered lanterns
were opened and torches lit so that the entire room was bathed in light.

   Lieutenant Lauren, hanging on to her runaway steed for all she was
worth, blinked in the sudden light.  Her eyes grew wide as they swept the
gallery: the whole panoply of Yahellian nobility was there: Bishops,
Cardinals, Knights, Lords and their Ladies, all staring at her she writhed
and moaned, one cock in her pussy, one pistoning into her mouth, like the
cheapest tramp whore in the two kingdoms.  They all stared, they all saw,
and a hot flush of shame washed over her even as her body tightened in
preparation for an enormous orgasm.

   `Oh dear Gods, no!  No!' she thought desperately.  `Don't let me come!
Don't let me come in front of all of them!  No!  Nooo!!'

   But it was already too late, and as she felt the cock in her pussy
swell, throb and burst, washing her down with its massive load of semen,
her own cum welled up in a tidal wave of sensation.  Her body arched
powerfully up to meet the spewing cock and a feral scream, wild and raw,
full of ecstasy and shame, tore from her throat, only to be muffled by the
massive prick of the second man, which immediately began to pump load after
thick load of scalding gism down her gullet.

   `Oh no!  What have I done?  What am I doing?' The helpless Lieutenant
thought.  `I've got to stop!  I've got to get away!  But I can't!  I can't
and they're seeing everything!'

   Even as the thoughts raced through her mind the gong sounded again, and
two more men raced in from the hidden doorway.  Pulling the exhausted
bodies of their predecessors from her body, they immediately took their
place, one man plunging into the sticky morass of her pussy, the other
fitting his cock to her semen-smeared lips.  And as they began to pump and
pummel her anew, she saw the audience lean forward expectantly, their eyes
alive with disgust and desire and all things in between.  Many of the men,
Lords and monks alike, had their cocks in their hands and were pumping or
fondling themselves as they watched.  And many of the ladies, too, had
their skirts hiked up, their legs spread lewdly as their hands worked and
vibrated in frenzied masturbation.  Their moans and panting almost drowned
out the salacious sound of flesh smacking against flesh from the altar.

   As she prepared herself to accept a fresh onslaught of male cum into her
mouth and cunt, she felt a strange thrill of triumph race up her spine. 
`It's me!  They all want to fuck me!  The sexless bastards!  I'm the
hottest thing they've ever seen!  Every prick in the house is stiff for me!
Me!!'

   The realization of her own desirability was like a fire that burned
through her, burning away the shame, the humiliation, leaving a core of
white hot sexuality, as pure as molten gold from a jeweler's furnace.  She
knew without thinking that nothing they could do to her could soil or stain
her now.  She was nothing now but this ineffably pure core.  They could
rape her, fuck her, splatter her with rivers of their foul come; none of it
would alter this brilliant burning light she'd suddenly discovered within.
In some way she didn't quite understand, she had won.  They had lost and
she had won, and she reveled in the feeling of victory, her soul blameless
and shining forth with a blinding light.

   "Fuck me, you bastards!" She screamed the words partly muffled by the
cock sliding in and out of her mouth.  "Fuck me!  Do it to me!  All of you!
Fucking Bastards!  Come on, fuck me!"

   She screwed her hips up and around, trying to capture the plunging penis
in her foaming pussy, milking the come from the frantic tormentor between
her legs.

   "Shameless whore!  Slut!  Harlot!" Cardinal Zinn leaped from his chair,
his eyes aflame.  All around him the voyeurs in the hidden audience, now
visible in the bright lights, were pulling and working at their genitals,
moaning and rolling their eyes.  They'd been brought here to witness the
humiliation and shame of this Tosaian slut, and instead they'd been caught
up in her own obscene web of sexuality.  She must be punished!

   The Cardinal leapt from his chair and, bent over slightly to hide his
own bulging erection, pushed through the masturbating crowd to where the
small gong stood.  Grabbing the mallet from the distracted priest, he began
to hammer it with furious strokes.

   "Send them all!  Send everyone!  Fill up every hole the bitch has!  Fuck
her senseless!  Fuck her to death!"

   Under his onslaught, the gong fell from its stand, crashing to the
floor, only adding to the general cacophony that filled the room.  The door
swung open, but instead of admitting the remaining studs, there were the
sounds of shouts and commotion, and as the Cardinal watched with
disbelieving eyes, a figure burst into the room dressed in the hooded black
robes of a Yahellian Priest, in his hands a great, black, two handed sword,
already stained with gore, which he whipped in a vicious circle over his
head, splattering blood over the floor, the altar, the two men just then
spilling their loads into the body of the bound Lieutenant.

   It took the Cardinal a second to understand what he was seeing, then his
eyes opened wide in fear and alarm.  He'd expected the rest of the
Yahellian studs to rush in, instead, here was some maniac with a bloody
sword.

   "Guards!  Guards!  Where are the Guards?"

   The crowd was oblivious at first, consumed in their own self pleasure,
in the general bedlam of moaning and gasping they didn't notice the
dramatic entrance of the stranger, until those closest to the door were
splattered with blood as the black sword continued its grisly work,
swinging in a wide arc, its flat face smashing against the head of the
masked man who was at that moment ejaculating wildly between Lt.  Lauren's
spread thighs.

   The man crumpled, his rampant cock still spewing his lustful juice into
the air as he collapsed with a groan.  The invader kicked him aside and
brought the flat of the blade square into the throat of the second man, who
staggered back trailing strings of pearly cum.

   Not knowing what was happening, Lt.  Lauren tried to focus her eyes on
this new figure who was unsnapping the clips that held her bound to the
altar.  His face was masked by the rough hood, but she recognized him by
his bearing, the way he moved.  And after all, who else could it be?

   "D!  Oh my darlin D!" she cried.  "Oh my gods!  Thank the Gods!"

   He hurriedly helped her sit up, then swept her to her feet.  "Can you
walk?" he asked quickly.

   "Yes, I think so!  Yes"

   "Good!  Then hurry!" He pushed her away so that he could bring the long,
black blade up in time to pierce the breast place of one of the guards
who'd rushed into the room.  Pulling the sword free, he caught the guard's
halberd as it fell, and tossed it to the groggy Lieutenant.

   "Here!" he called.  "I believe you know how to use this?"

   Without a word, the Lieutenant lashed out with the Yahellian weapon, the
wicked blade catching a charging priest and spinning him around, sending
him flying into a group of nobles trying hastily to get to their weapons.
The feel of a weapon in her hands invigorated her, and her eyes regained
their lively shine.

   "How did you find me?  And where did you learn to use that?" she
indicated the four-foot blackened blade, gleaming balefully in the
guttering torchlight.

   "Not now!" he shouted.  "Follow me!" He led her out through the door, up
the stairs, where he stopped to slam the heavy door and throw the bolt. 
Bodies of Yahellian guards lay sprawled on the floor in pools of reeking
blood, but he did not allow her to stare at them.  Pulling her harshly by
the hand, he led her into the room in which she vaguely remembered being
dressed and prepared before being taken below.  It seemed a lifetime ago.

   Then up another staircase, through a doorway, and out into a great hall
with an intricate and richly tiled floor.  She realized, with a dawning
feeling of amazement, that they were in the main Vestibule of the great
Yahellian cathedral.

   Still he did not let her stop, but pulled her forward rapidly, hugging
the shadows, the bloody sword still in his hand.  At some point she came to
her senses enough to realize that she was naked, the red satin shift,
stained and wet with semen, was bunched up over her ample breasts, and as
they ran she grabbed at it and pulled it down, holding it above her waist
so that it wouldn't impede her running.

   Through the darkened cathedral they ran, then down some stone stairs,
and suddenly they were outside in the dark and foggy night.  Crossing
quickly across the dark lawn, Three-D stopped at a small door in the castle
wall and fished behind a rose bush, pulling out a black Yahellian Priest's
robe.

   "Quickly, put this on." He said.

   Lt Lauren slipped into the garment, which covered her from head to toe.
The long hood obscured her face.

   Three-D took the halberd from her and threw it back behind the bushes,
grabbed her by the arm and pulled her though the final door.  He slipped
the bloody sword under his robes, then led her out into the cobbled streets
of Yahell town, keeping to the shadows and moving swiftly.

   Finally, when they had gone some blocks, he stopped and pulled her back
into dark alleyway.  Pushing back the obscuring hood, he looked at her. 
The lovely mouth still bore traces of her tormentor's sticky semen.  It had
dried on her chin and in her hair, but he did not look at that.  Instead he
looked into her eyes, searching for something, and she looked back,
unafraid.

   "How are you?" He whispered.

   She wanted to tell him.  She wanted to say that despite the way she
looked, used, soiled, with strangers' gism streaked across her face, that
despite being treated like the basest, cheapest slut, that she was still
somehow pure.

   Instead she said, "I'm all right." And she knew he understood.  That he
too saw the pure, hot flame that she had held inviolate during the worst of
their depredations.  "Really, I'm all right."

   "I believe you." he said, then pulled her close, and kissed those
cum-smeared lips, the tear-stained face.  "I know you are!"









   
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