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Subject: {ASSM} {EZ} VW - Lily Part 1 (NC, BDSM, Wife, Humil, NC)
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This is fiction intended for legal adults readers. If it is not legal, DO
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Copyright 2002 by E. Z. Riter

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Hello, All,

In March, I posted the first two parts of VINNIE'S WORLD to ASSM.

They are entitled {EZ} VW - The Sunset and {EZ} VW - Sonya.

Beginning today, I am posting the next story - entitled {EZ} VW- Taking
Lily - to ASSM. It will be posted in four parts.

Vinnie's World was originally written under the name Ezra Zane for Ruthie's
Club (www.ruthiesclub.com), where Michael D, DrSpin, Al Steiner, Mat
Twassel, Shon Richards, and other writers also have stories appearing
exclusively in Ruthie's Club. A cadre of professional artists beautifully
illustrates each story.

Story Codes for Vinnie's World are almost everything, including M+F+ Cons
Non-Cons BDSM Rom Viol and Slut Wife, depending on the episode.

The intent was to create stories with sex in them, not sexual (or stroke)
stories.

The specific codes for Taking Lily are BDSM, Wife, nc, viol, Humil, and
probably some others.

The works of E.Z. Riter are archived at www.storiesonline.net and at
www.asstr-mirror.org (http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/E.Z.Riter) and at
www.ruthiesclub.com

The works of E.Z Riter writing as Ezra Zane are archived at
www.ruthiesclub.com which is a fully illustrated pay website.

I hope you enjoy these stories. As always, I do appreciate any feedback from
any reader on any subject.

Good reading and best wishes,

E.Z. Riter a/k/a Ezra Zane





VINNIE'S WORLD

TAKING LILY

Part One

Let me explain how it is in Vinnie's World. We're a savage tribe living in a
land with other savage tribes. We don't start wars. We follow certain
maxims: live and let live; to each his own; don't stick your nose in someone
else's business. But sometimes other people don't follow those rules.

That's when we act because there is one maxim we never follow: turn the
other cheek. We defend each other and our possessions. Our most precious
possessions are our women, and we guard them at all costs.

I don't want to hear that women aren't possessions. Claudia tells me that
all the time, and she's my baby sister so she talks to me in a way I won't
tolerate from you. I'll tell you something else. The women love it. The few
that don't love it leave my world for yours. That's fine. More women leave
your world for mine because they like the way we treat them.

The point is we don't let an intrusion go unpunished. We don't let a wrong
go unrighted, not even when the wrong is by one of the white picket fence
types who doesn't realize he's committed a cardinal sin.

Sonya Simpson was a nineteen-year-old, wild, sexy, beautiful slut introduced
to me by my favorite madam, who asked me to be her first professional trick.
One of those she fucked before I met her was Herbert Brooks, her high school
teacher. I decided to take Sonya as my woman. She'd been my woman for
thirteen months before she accidentally ran across Herbert. He knew she'd
been a cokehead in high school, but didn't know she'd dried out. He seduced
her with the white shit and fucked her.

Herbert Brooks committed a cardinal sin when he fucked Sonya. I don't mean
when he fucked her when she was his student. I mean when he fucked her when
she belonged to me.

You do understand the difference, don't you?

Sonya understood, but she fucked up. I involuntarily enrolled her in a
convent operated by a special order of nuns devoted to education and serving
the church hierarchy. They'll educate her in the ways a woman should be.

Whether Herbert Brooks didn't know or didn't understand made no difference.
He had to pay the price. Only then could I close the book on Sonya Simpson.

Since Herbie taught at Our Lady Catholic High School, before I punished him
I had to talk to Sister Mary Katherine, or Kate as I call her. She's the
principal at OLC and we go back a long way.

Five years my senior, Kate is a tall, strong, feminine woman. That size and
physical strength adds to her attractiveness in my book. At six feet tall
and one hundred seventy pounds, she's a hell of a package.

In another era, Kate would've run a corporation or been the city's leading
dominatrix, but she was one of nine children from a poor Irish family. She
became a nun, teacher, and administrator. She ran the school with an iron
hand and the results were proof of the pudding. Parents begged to get their
little darlings in OLC because they graduated prepared to meet the world.

"Kate, it's Vinnie. I need to talk to you," I said when she answered the
phone.

"Hello, Vinnie. A call so soon? You must want Sonya back," she said with a
chuckle.

"No. I don't even want to know how she's doing."

"What is it then?"

"I want to talk about one of your teachers. A piece of shit named Herbert
Brooks."

"All right, but it'll cost you dinner."

"Just dinner? I remember you said something about being horny."

"I know I didn't use that word," she replied coquettishly.

"What word did you use?"

"I don't remember, but that word will do."

Mica, my driver and bodyguard, picked up Kate that evening in the limo and
brought her back to The Sunset, where we ate in my quarters to avoid being
seen. The restaurant catered, serving lobster tails and medallions of beef
with fresh vegetables. Since it was Kate, I ordered a bottle of champagne.

She was dressed in a white, long-sleeved blouse and navy slacks rather than
her habit. Her clothing was loose to give a hint rather than reveal her
body. Kate liked her hair short and she didn't wear make-up. I liked the
natural touch. It looked good on her.

After dinner was served and the first glass of champagne consumed, we got
down to brass tacks.

"Tell me about Herbert Brooks," I said.

"Why?"

"He was the guy Sonya cheated with. You know how is it, Kate. I need to
handle it."

"Did you know they were having sex when she was his student?"

"Yes, but that doesn't matter."

"He wasn't her first either."

"From what she told me, he was number fifty, give or take a few."

"If a girl's a slut, there's no reason a teacher shouldn't enjoy her."

"Does that go for the boys, too?"

"All boys are sluts, Vinnie. You know that." She laughed lasciviously. "I
remember the first student I took for a ride. He was a big-cocked, overly
serious Italian boy who was one hell of a lover."

"That boy remembers it, too. He remembers the sweet smells and tastes when
he buried his face in your red pussy hair."

"Oh, my," she said. "I won't be able to think of anything else until you do
that again."

"Yes, you will. Think about Herbie. Think about him giving her cocaine to
get to her, because that's what the bastard did."

Kate's eyes narrowed and fire shot of out of them. The first time I'd seen
that look, I was her student and I'd quaked.

"Cocaine?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure, Vinnie? You know how I feel about drugs."

"I'm sure, Kate."

Kate didn't respond immediately and I didn't push her. We ate and passed
small talk until she was ready to discuss him.

"Herbert's thirty-five," she began. "He's one of our best teachers. In fact,
he was teacher of the year last year. The students love him." She cut a
piece off the lobster tail. It was on the end of her fork when she waggled
it at me. "The reason they love him is that he's positive and
non-threatening. He's almost effeminate."

"Seriously?" I asked.

"You know the type. The boys think he's masculine so they're comfortable and
talk to him. The girls think he's feminine or neutral so they don't feel
threatened. They don't put up their guards like they do with the boys and
they fall into his trap."

"Does he trap them?"

"He's as slick as snake oil, Vinnie. He reads them and picks the easy
target. Then he works on her until she falls into his web." Kate's eyes
burned into me. "Right now, he's working on Teresa," she said. She stuck the
lobster in her mouth.

"Teresa Barton?" I asked in a neutral voice. My guts were boiling, but she
didn't know that. I don't let others see what's going on inside me. I took a
sip of champagne.

"Yes, Vinnie. Your Teresa."

Teresa Barton thinks she's the daughter of Phil and Lorena Barton. Lorena is
the office manager at my law firm, Costello, Rao, Schwartz, and Moreno. And
Lorena is one of my women. She comes to me when I call her and she always
has. Teresa is my daughter, but she calls me Uncle Vinnie.

"Lorena told me Teresa is a sweet thing."

"She is, Vinnie, but her hormones are raging. I don't think Lorena realizes
how sexually advanced she is."

"And Lorena told me you're watching out for her."

"I am, Vinnie. Why do you think I told you about Herbert?"

"That gives me something else to discuss with him." I sipped my champagne.
Kate was still watching me like a hawk. "Tell me about his family," I said.

"He has a wife and two children. His wife's name is Lillian. She seems to be
the stereotypical submissive wife."

"Go on."

"I am if you'll give me time," she retorted with a twinkle. "You've seen her
kind, Vinnie. She does what he says when he says it, wears what he tells her
to wear, thinks the way he tells her to think. So he has a good deal at home
and he plays around. My guess is she doesn't know it, but she might be one
of those that knows and chooses either to not to believe it or to not take
any action."

"What else can you tell me about her?"

"She's small, maybe five feet tall and a hundred pounds. She's one of the
more active parents in the school projects, but she refuses to chair a
committee or anything like that. She's too shy."

"And the children?" I asked.

"Two. A girl named Heather who's fifteen. She's one of our students. Like
her mother, she's shy, and I think she's still a virgin. It's hard to know."

"And the other child?"

"A boy named Terry. He's twelve, so he's too young for OLC. I don't know
much about him."

"Anything else I need to know?"

Kate smiled knowingly. "I'll tell you how I'd do it if I were you."

"I was counting on that," I replied.

"Herbert's not a violent man. Faced with the threat of overwhelming
violence, I think he'd crumble and do whatever you wanted." She held out her
champagne glass and I refilled it. "And what you would want is his wife."

"Why?"

"She's his Achilles Heel. A loyal little wife and picture perfect home are
his bedrock."

"How would you do her?" I asked.

"Strictly psychological. Fear of extreme violence from an overpowering man
and no way out but submit to him should make her pliable as clay. I think
you can supplant her husband as the man in her life."

The dinner portions we were served were smaller than a patron normally gets
at The Sunset Restaurant. I didn't want us to be too full. Even then,
neither Kate nor I finished all our meal. We talked about the things two
friends talk about like politics, movies, and art. Her intelligence, sense
of humor, and verbal skills are more of Kate's attractive features. She
would've made a damn good litigator.

I was a junior in high school and she was my teacher when we made love for
the first time. I like to think I seduced her, but no man can seduce Kate,
not unless she wants to be seduced. We'd been lovers ever since. In the high
school days, it was hot and often. It's still hot, but now we have sex only
when she wants it.

I don't kid myself that I'm the only man in her life, but I like to think
I'm the most important. I know there are more women in her life than men
because Kate's bisexual. And she's dominant with everyone but me.

Some years back, I started asking her how she wanted to make love each time
we got together. She liked that, choosing games that covered the spectrum.
I've always thought we were acting out her fantasies, but I've never asked
her.

"How do you want it tonight, Kate?" I asked.

She blushed furiously, making her skin almost as red as her hair.

"Like I'm a reluctant virgin on my wedding night."

"Am I your husband or an interloper?"

"My husband," she said, and the blush grew.

I read the unsaid meaning. Kate and I would have made a hell of a pair. We
would have chased women and fought lawsuits together. Then we would have
fallen in bed to fuck our brains out.

Room service cleared the suite and left a new bottle of champagne. I began
the seduction of my reluctant bride. Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime.

Donnie, another of my men, drove Kate home after breakfast the next day. I
went to my office above the bar and worked. I do work. How the hell do you
think I pay for all this?

My people watched the Brooks' routine. A wiretap on their phone provided
more information. When we discovered the children were going to grandma's
house for the weekend so good old mom and dad could have some privacy to
celebrate their seventeenth wedding anniversary, I finalized our plans.

We'd be in their home waiting for them when they returned from grandma's
house on Friday night. Prissy and I would handle Lillian. Bigun and Donnie
would handle Herbie, and Mica would be backup.

Herbie screamed the instant before Donnie shot him with the stun gun. He
flopped around on the floor, as stun gun victims do, while they bound him
for transport.

Lillian didn't scream or run. She froze with her eyes wide and her lips
slightly open. She stared at me as Prissy yanked her arms behind her and
cuffed them.

"Open your mouth," I said coldly. Her mouth opened. Prissy jammed the gag
between her teeth and tied it behind her head. Lillian's eyes hadn't left
mine.

I lifted her into the air like a parent lifts a child. I tossed her up and
caught her to give her a sense of helplessness before holding her at eye
level, which meant her feet were more than a foot off the floor. She
squirmed as Prissy raised her skirt.

"Be still," I hissed.

One shake of her head was her only resistance. Prissy yanked Lillian's
panties and pantyhose down to her knees before crossing her ankles and
binding them. Try to keep your legs closed with your ankles crossed
sometime. You can see Lillian's problem.

I stared at her with a dead, cold, fear-inducing glare. Like a mouse
hypnotized by the stillness of a snake preparing to devour it, she didn't
blink or move. When I spoke, my voice was as cruel and commanding as my
expression.

"You're mine now. My woman. I own you. You'll spread your legs and beg me to
fuck you. You'll crawl on your knees crying for my cock in your mouth. That
is your reality. There's no way out for you except doing exactly what I tell
you. No way. You're mine until I say you aren't."

I shook her and dug my thumbs into her soft flesh for emphasis, which made
her squeal against the gag.

"Think about your worst nightmare - because if you disobey me, I'm it. Think
about the ways that I can cause you pain - because if you don't submit, I'll
do them to you. You will submit. You will belong to me. That I assure you.
You decide if I must hurt you or if you'll submit to me without the pain."

Kate hadn't told me how pretty Lillian was. She was a little doll with small
bones, fine features, and flawless skin. Her medium brown hair hid her ears
but didn't reach her shoulders. Her stomach was tight and her legs were
shapely.

When I smiled at Lillian, she blinked as if my smile were so foreign she
couldn't comprehend it.

"You'll like being my woman. I treat my women well. You'll find that I'm a
strong but loving man to a woman who's submitted to me. I can be as kind as
I am cruel. Think about it."

Prissy slipped the soft cloth sack over Lillian's head and snugged the
drawstrings under her chin.

Mica drove the van to the warehouse I keep for my purposes. I've already
told you about it. Herbie was on the floor, gagged, blindfolded, and tied up
like a Christmas turkey.

After I sat down in the comfortable rear seat of the van, Bigun handed
Lillian to me. She was squirming as I sat her on my lap. Little grunts from
under the hood matched muscle strains as she twisted to free herself.

"Be still or I'll tie your legs," I said.

Either she didn't hear or didn't believe me.

"Get some rope, Prissy."

Lillian's struggled intensified, but Prissy and I weren't in a hurry. We let
her exhaust herself before we tied her legs with a rope running from behind
one knee around her back to behind the other knee. She was spread and bent
almost double, with her knees beside her breasts.

I told Mica we were ready to go.

"Don't you feel silly, Lillian," I said as the van pulled away from their
house. "It would have been easier if you'd done it my way. You'll learn that
the way I tell you to do it is usually the easy way."

I felt her body shake as she cried.

"Go ahead and cry. Get it out of your system," I said gently. "It's all
right."

I held and patted her until she lay spent against my shoulder.

"You're my woman now. Let me tell you what I expect of my women. When I call
for you, you'll drop whatever you're doing and come running eager to please
me. I don't mean just fuck me or suck my cock, but you'll do that without
question. I mean please me by the happiness of your smile and the joy in
your heart."

She hadn't moved and I could feel her blood coursing through her veins.

"Tilt your head back. I want to kiss your throat."

She tensed, as I expected.

"Tilt your head back or I'll do it for you," I said without rancor.

I didn't expect her to give in early and she didn't disappoint me. Once
again, I did it for her until her white throat lay exposed. Beginning at the
little hollow, I nibbled the areas that lay bare for me. As I tasted her, I
stroked the lips of her pussy. She jerked, only to find being tied and
arched like that severely limited her movements. I didn't try to penetrate
her or flick her clitoris. I kissed her neck and stroked those lower lips
until they were bloated and her wetness oozed out between them.

"That wasn't too bad, was it?" I whispered in her ear. "Wait until I fuck
you. You're going to love it. You're going to love belonging to me."

I stopped stimulating her. She lay her head on my shoulder as I held her
tightly and gently stroked her through her clothes.

Herbie screamed against his gag and fought his bonds as Bigun and Donnie
carried him into the interview room, which is what I call my dungeon at the
warehouse.

I carried Lillian into the middle bedroom and laid her on the bed. When I
removed the sack from her head, the light blinded her. I unbound her legs
and ankles, yanked off her panties and hose, and threw them away.

She kicked at me, which I'd expected. I seized an ankle in each hand and
held on as she thrashed around, trying to get away. My face showed no effort
at holding her because little force was needed. Rather, I looked amused at
her resistance. When she was exhausted, with her blouse sweat-soaked and her
breast heaving, I pried open her legs and crawled between them. I jammed my
cloth-covered crotch against her naked one. She felt my hard cock and
struggled again, but to no avail.

"I'm enjoying playing with you," I said. "It is play because we both know
you couldn't seriously think you're going to escape me."

When I sat back, she snapped her legs closed and tried to squirm away.

"Come here," I said as I pulled her back to me. I removed the gag. She took
several deep breaths and stretched her jaw. "Roll over and I'll uncuff your
hands."

She rolled on her back, rubbed her wrists, and watched me. She didn't try to
move away.

"You're a beautiful woman, Lily," I said gently.

She gasped, "What did you call me?"

"Lily. You're a beautiful flower and that's what I'll call you."

"Don't call me that. My name's Lillian."

"Lily's your new name. I'll call you that and you will call yourself Lily.
You'll respond to that name, not to Lillian," I said.

"I demand you let us go," she said. It's all in the way it's said - tone of
voice and facial expressions. Hers were a bluff.

"Boo!" I barked as I lunged at her.

She squealed and fell off the bed.

"I'm leaving now," I said. "Come kiss me good-bye."

She didn't move so I did, grabbing a handful of hair and slowly lifting her
to her feet. Her hands were wrapped around my wrist to support her weight. I
pushed her back on the bed, pinning her body with my weight, and holding her
hands over her head in one of mine. I was between her legs again, a fact she
noticed.

"I'm going to have you. I'll be between your legs like I am now, but we'll
both be naked and my cock will be in you."

When I leaned over to kiss her, she turned her head away. I turned it back
to face me.

"Kiss me," I said threateningly, but she didn't.

Her lips were tight and unyielding. With my palm under her chin and fingers
holding her nose, I sealed her airway. The instant she realized she couldn't
breathe, she surrendered. When I felt her sag, I released her nose and let
her breathe again.

"Kiss me now, Lily," I demanded.

Her kiss was unacceptable, limp as bread dough. I didn't complain. I
continued kissing her. She started to respond. When she gave way completely
and started to enjoy it, I stopped. I looked back at her just before I
exited. She was sitting on the edge of the bed staring at me with her arms,
elbows locked, supporting her. Her legs were splayed. That was a good sign.
A very good sign.

To be continued

Please!  Give me your comments!

E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com

The works of E.Z. Riter are archived at www.storiesonline.net and at
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www.ruthiesclub.com which is a fully illustrated pay website.

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