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From: Don Winslow <dwin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} {Winslow} "Six Days, Seven Nights" (Part 8) (D/s, MMM/F, humil, nc?)  
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Six Days, Seven Nights (D/s, MMMM/F, humil, nc?)
By Don Winslow

Part 8: Friday

There were no clocks in the sparsely furnished cabin.  And when she 
first arrived they had taken her gold watch along her designer clothes; 
still, the prisoner was sure it was Friday.  In just two days she would 
be free -- provided her captors lived up to their end of the bargain.  
She shuddered to think of the alternatives.  She wouldn't even allow 
herself to think of the possibility.  What if they decided not to let 
her go?!  She put the horrible thoughts out of her mind, grimly 
determined to endure whatever they could dish out...for 48 more hours.

*****

As the week went on, the group settled into a routine.  One of the 
conspirators was always on guard duty during the day, while the others 
went to work at the office.  After work, they would all head back to 
the cabin in the hills for yet another enjoyable evening -- with 
Candace providing the entertainment. 

The dark-haired woman lay on her back in the darkened bedroom.  
Completely naked but for a high leather collar banding her neck, she 
waited anxiously, tied spread eagled, with every taut fiber tense with 
anticipation.  She heard the sounds outside and alertly lifted her 
head, straining to listen to the sounds of arriving cars, counting each 
one that pulled up the gravel driveway.  The solid thump of slamming  
car doors mingled with the shouts of raucous male voices greeting each 
other as three men met and clomped into the wooden cabin.  Tonight 
there seemed to be a lot excitement.  From what she could make out, 
Lewis had bought something at a sex shop, and whatever it was they were 
all laughing and admiring it. There were jokes about how much their 
guest would enjoy "going for a ride."  Candace shuddered.  She didn't 
like the sounds of that at all!

The captive didn't have to wait long.  In a few minutes Shaw came for 
her.  She was untied, and helped to sit up on the bed while a leash was 
snapped to the ring in her collar.  She was made to accept the hated 
ballgag, which she did with nothing more than a silent plea of her 
mournful eyes.  Now they brought out the Western boots she had worn the 
day they were taken, and she was urged to shove her bare feet into the 
high heeled tooled-leather boots.  Then the booted and gagged prisoner 
was led by the leash into the brightly lit main room where she saw it 
squatting in the middle of the floor --  a small cylinder cut 
lengthwise: the size and shape of half of a wastebasket lying on its 
side.  The curved mound was covered in smooth vinyl, and perfectly 
symmetrical.  The bulging curve was wide, but not so wide that its 
girth can't be accommodated between the clutching thighs of a kneeling 
girl.  Centered at the top of the curve, a rubber dildo, glistening 
with a coating of lubricant,  jutted into the air, sticking straight up 
in obscene invitation.  The Sybian mount was plugged in and waiting; it 
lacked only one thing -- a rider.  There was no doubt in anyone's mind 
who that would be.

It was widely known around the office that Candace liked to go 
horseback riding. She even kept pictures on her desk of herself in her 
fancy cowgirl outfit, mounted on her favorite stallion.  Now they 
teased her about having bought her her very own little horsey -- so she 
could get her exercise in.  They knew how important she thought it was 
to keep fit!  

In the face of this fresh humiliation, Candace suddenly cowered back 
and shrieked her protests through the gag that stoppered her mouth.  
She resisted for all she worth, while Shaw tried to drag her forward.  
When the others went to grab her, she flailed out wildly at them.  
Finally all four men had jumped into the fray, and by sheer force they 
had wrestled the naked woman into submission -- enjoying every minute 
of it.  She was quickly overpowered and subdued.  Crowley ended up 
holding her in a bear hug, while she squirmed helplessly back against 
him, and her wrists were cuffed before her.   Then Crowley and Shaw 
each took an arm and a leg, and they picked her up off her booted feet 
and hauled her, kicking and screaming into the gag, over to where her 
mount waited.

The woman's legs were spread, held open over the mounded beast while 
she was forced down into a squat with her vagina poised over the 
upright phallus.  Ben helpfully reached down to pry open her cuntlips 
and carefully align the shaft with the gaping pussy.  He looked up at 
the other two and nodded as, with a single shove, the helpless prisoner 
was forced to impale herself on the hard rubber shaft.  Candace's eyes 
flew wide open over the gag, and she let out a muffled cry at the 
swiftness of the penetration.

As she straddled the hump on her knees, squirming to adjust to the 
novel sensation of the dildo that stuffed her cunt, someone pushed her 
shoulders forward and her cuffed hands shot out to brace herself with 
wrists together and splayed fingers curving down each side of the vinyl 
contour. 

The men closed in around her to enjoy the unforgettable sight:  Their 
arrogant, overweening boss lady, Ms. Ashbee, humbled before them, her 
head bowed low in shame, her magnificent naked breasts rising and 
falling with her heavy breathing.  And though they could see nothing 
between her splayed thighs but the top of her darkly-furred vulva, the 
very knowledge that  Miz Candy Ass was mounted on a dildo at their feet 
was enough to instantly stiffen the surging prick of every man in that 
room!

All agreed: they had to have a picture of this!  Lewis rushed off to 
the bedroom for the camera and one  final detail - the Stenson hat she 
had worn on that fateful Sunday - was it only a one week ago?  The 
Western hat was plunked on the back of her head, and she was told to 
look up at the camera.  Surprisingly, this she refused to do!  She 
knelt with head stubbornly lowered, her face well hidden under the 
hat's broad brim.

"Sit up, bitch," Eddy snarled, reaching down to pluck her left nipple 
and hold it lightly between thumb and forefinger.  And when she didn't 
comply fast enough for him, he squeezed his pincer grip while pulling 
the captive breast upward, stretching the pliant tittie-flesh, forcing 
Candace to abruptly straighten up and throw back her thick mane.  The 
face she presented to the camera was etched with lines of pain as the 
man squeezed and twisted her left nipple.

Finally, he let her go and she slumped forward, breathing raggedly.

"Shoulders back!"  he warned. She obediently straightened, pulled back 
her shoulders to shove her proud breasts forward.  Her left nipple was 
swollen and throbbing with a dull ache, but both nipples were now fully 
erected.  Sitting there with splayed knees, her naked body held rigid, 
she was once more told to look up at the camera.  There was a distinct 
look of uneasiness in those wide blue eyes that met the camera lens 
over the distorting ballgag. 

 Ben snapped off a few choice pictures, while Lewis took up the control 
box at the end of the wire that snaked out the back of the Sybian 
machine.

He clicked the little red "on" button and they heard the muffled hum as 
the dildo was activated sending deep-seated vibrations reverberating 
through the impaled girl.   Lines of urgency creased her smooth brow, 
tightening around half-lidded eyes as the naked girl jogged forward, 
absorbing the repeated stabs of pleasure.

No one moved.  The men watched entranced, as the girl's lashes 
fluttered, and her eyes slid closed against the creamy rise of 
pleasure.  She was jogging more rapidly now, rocking back and forth on 
the vinyl mound. A dreamy expression came over her upturned face as she 
savored the delicious sensations generated deep in her innards.  Her 
thighs clenched tight, and she soon was bobbing up and down in 
syncopated rhythm, her floppy breasts jouncing merrily, her bouncing 
matched to the pistoning phallus that impelled her on her jogging ride.  

Now Lewis slid his thumb along the control that increased the 
intensity, and the quiet hum turned into an angry buzz, as renewed 
waves of pulsing energy were sent to wildly electrify the juddering 
girl.  The abrupt surge of energy sent Candace into a profound spasm of 
pure ecstatic delight, she shook and trembled, gave out with strangled 
shriek and  fell forward, braced on extended hands as the pumping 
vibrator picked up speed.  Abruptly, she arched back, threw her head 
back and shook her hair  held there on the brink for several impossible 
seconds as repeated thrills racked her gyrating body till she 
experienced a  massive, earth-shattering orgasm.  An orgasm that was to 
be recorded in detail with digital fidelity.


End of Part 8
Comments: Dwin2001@yahoo.com
More of Don Winslow's erotic fiction may be found at: 
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