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From: Ron Ryan <ronryan73@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Poontang Project
Date: Wed, 26 Jun 2002 11:10:05 -0400
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" The Poontang Project".......... (M/F, BJ, S/M, Humil, oral, rape, Shave) 

                                 (c) by Ron Ryan 2002



 



~~~~~~~~ M/F, BJ, S/M, Humil, oral, rape, Shave, stranger, Tort ~~~~~~

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             Darla Cummings was traveling much too fast on highway 45 in her new

Mercedes convertible. She was aware of her blonde hair flying out

behind her, the afternoon sun keeping her warm and the feeling of

excitement of going too fast in her new red fully paid for car.

Suddenly, she saw the motorcycle Policeman in her rear view mirror

and the headlight and red and yellow lights and heard his siren ! He

motioned Darla to slow down and pull over to the side of the highway

and she began to apply the brakes of the sleek, red automobile. "Oh

,Damn it, just when I was already late for my date with Ron, this has

to happen. I was going too darn fast, and now I'll have a third ticket

for this month!

Darla was a very attractive, 28 year old woman; long blonde hair,

green eyes, full breasted, 5 foot-7 inches tall and weighed a

voluptuous 120 pounds of desirable woman. She had a few seconds before

the white helmeted, black shirted cop would be standing beside her

car, so Darla unbuttoned the top two buttons of her white ,short

sleeved blouse and pulled up her short blue skirt a few inches, so

that the tops of her dark brown thigh high nylons were visible. Her

white bra was visible and the tops of her full breasts and their deep

cleavage would be very visible to anyone standing outside the car, and

looking down at her.

"May I see your drivers license and your insurance card Miss?" the

Policeman said, looking down at her through dark sunglasses. Her bosom

was visible and looked very nice to him; almost as if she was offering

him a look down into her cleavage and displaying her thighs to his

eyes. "Very nice body ,Miss Cummings", he said almost whispering, "Now

cover it all up ! .....and step out of your car!" Darla expected the men

she met to be charmed with a view of her firm 36F sized breasts and

tight ass, so she was shocked with his next request: "Now put your

hands on the hood and spread your legs!"

Darla could not believe what was happening to her. The cop stood

behind her and as cars whizzed past them, took her wrists and put them

behind her back and put a heavy chrome plated steel handcuff on each

wrist. Darla could feel the cold steel and hear the sound of each

section as it clicked around her wrist and it sent a chill through

her. Next, even before she had time to gasp, the Policeman brought out

a pair of leg chains and he snapped them around Darla's trim ankles.

"Ohhhhh NO! there is no need to do that, Office.....I'm not a common

criminal you know", Darla said with her voice faltering and sounding

very scared. "It's the standard practice mam', you are coming to the

Station with me now." "Ohhhhhhh my gaud, you....there MUST be a

mistake...... what have I done? I may have been speeding.....but nothing to

deserve this!", Darla said to him looking over her shoulder and using

her pleading -almost- ready-to -cry look. "Besides, your

motorcycle...there's no where for me to ride!" The Officer did not

reply, but was at his black and white Harley-Davidson and speaking

over the radio microphone. Darla was not really listening now, only

fighting back tears and trying to remain calm. Lets see, I get one

phone call and should be read my rights, and should get his badge

number, Darla was thinking. Her heart was beating very fast and her

legs were beginning to shake, standing in the gravely shoulder of the

highway in her best black, spike heels, chained hand and foot as she

Waited to be taken to jail.

Darla only had to wait about five minutes, before a black van rolled

to a stop beside her and the officer was sliding open the door and

helping her into it. Darla had the funny feeling that this was not the

average Police van and as soon as she was helped into the van could

see two bucket seats bolted to the floor where normal bench seats

would be. "Who will take care of my car?", she said as she sat down in

the nearest chair. "I will have an officer drive it to the station Ms.

Cummings, just hand over your purse!" Darla gave him her leather purse

and watched as he took it and then proceeded to unlock her handcuffs

and place her wrists on the chair's armrests where they were quickly

strapped down with short leather belts. Another, longer and wider belt

was placed around her waist and pulled tightly, making her gasp.

"OooooHHHH! my gaud! MUST you DO this? Where on Earth do you think I

will GO? I can't even MOVE! You.....Oh mmmpppfff!", Darla was suddenly

quiet as a large red rubber ball gag was forced between her full, red

lips and pulled tight with the leather strap and buckled behind her

head. "Mmmmffffppp! One last belt was placed just above her full

breasts and buckled behind the chair, drawing the white cotton blouse

tightly across her breasts and revealing that she had a lovely pair of

round, thrusting breasts with very erect nipples. Finally, the officer

tied a black cloth blindfold across her eyes and got out of the van.

Darla could hear some low conversations taking place , the van's

engine starting and then the movement as the van picked up speed.

After what seemed 20 or 30 minutes she felt the van slow and come to

a halt. Darla had tried to relax and keep her mind off what was

happening to her, but all she could think of was how Ron must be

pacing the floor, wondering what was keeping her? What had happened to

her? At least, she would be inside the Police Station soon and she

would be making that phone call to Ron.

Darla was removed from the van and walked into some sort of building

with the blindfold still in place and the leg chains attached to each

ankle! One dark shirted man was on each side of her and helped her

walk in the shuffle-slide -shuffle method. The ball gag was still

strapped in place and she was drooling as the gag did not allow her to

swallow very well and she was having to gasp for breath.

At last she was allowed to stop and the gag and blindfold were

removed.

Darla was in a concrete block room with a plain concrete floor. On

the wall facing her were two doors and turning, she saw a hallway to

what seemed four cells with bars for walls. She expected to see a

Police filled room with noise and telephones ringing and blue uniforms

everywhere, but this room only had three policemen and a large desk

with a few folding chairs. The officer that had arrested Darla, still

wore the dark sunglasses. He was wearing the black motorcycle pants

and dark blue shirt and high shinny black boots. Darla could read his

badge number: 6769. The other officers were getting some equipment out

of lockers and had their backs turned away. "I need to make that

telephone call now!" , Darla announced in a strong voice. The officer

looked at her and answered: No phone call is allowed Ms. Cummings,......

fingerprints, photographs and strip search is what you are going to do

now! It was as if he had slapped her in the FACE! "WHAT! YOU can't do

this! I DEMAND to make that call! ...and strip before you and these

other MEN ? Out of the question! Where IS the woman cop to do this? I

REFUSE to do anything until my lawyer is here!", Darla screamed.

Darla fought the fingerprinting and the photos taken of her, but

with an officer on each arm and the leg chains keeping her off

balance, both tasks were soon accomplished. Panting and her hair

falling over her eyes she slumped exhausted in one of the metal

chairs, her breasts heaving and she was fighting back the urge to cry.

One officer brought out a video camera and stood next to her as the

sunglassed Officer; badge 6769 walked to her and ordered in a slow

deep voice: "alright Ms. Cummings...you need to be issued new clothing

before you are put into a cell for tonight and fed......so STAND UP and

remove ALL of the clothing you have on!"

Darla turned white and then red faced as the words sunk in. "This is

Madness! I will NOT strip before you and this video camera! You could

not... I don't think that any of you ARE POLICE! YOU'VE KIDNAPPED ME!

Ooooooohhhhhhh MY Gaud ! Oh! PLEASE ! let me GO! PLEASEEEEE! I've got

money! If you will just take it.....and ",.... "SHUTUP ! STOP YOUR

stalling-Ms. Cummings and STRIP!", the policeman* yelled at Darla. He

grabbed the front of her blouse and yanked down, ripping a handful of

the thin material and causing her to almost fall down.

As the camera's light spotlighted her, she slowly started to remove

her blouse and skirt. They fell to her chained feet and were joined

when her white 36F bra and panties fell on top of them, 30 seconds

later.

Darla stood before them now nude, except for her brown thigh high

lace top hose and her high heel shoes. Her hands tried to cover her

pussy and nipples , her face was burning with the humiliating shame

and embarrassment of the ordeal. "REMOVE YOUR FINGERS ! and ...... slowly

turn around, raise your hands above your head and take a DEEP BREATH !

SMILE ! MS. CUMMINGS you're on TV !', she heard him say. Darla had

kept her eyes tightly closed and tried to shut out this horrible

moment.....she was about to faint.

Darla was held by her arms by a blue shirted Policeman on either

side of her as the man in sunglasses fitted still another chain around

her waist and locked it in place with a small brass padlock. Her

wrists were fitted with leather cuffs that strapped on and clipped

onto each side of the waist chain. Now she was restrained and could

not shield herself. The Policeman that seemed to be in charge of

everything, directed the men to help him as he tied a pair of ropes to

the waist chain right above her belly button, push them between her

legs ,pulling them tightly and drawing them into her pussy lips,

causing her to cry out in pain, and then forcing her to bend forward

and tying the ropes to the waist chain at her back side. "YOU MUST be

ALL INSANE ! There is no way I could possibly ESCAPE with all of this

on me! Please! IT HURTS ME! This ROPE.....Ohhhhh! It's digging right

into my ......Privates! PLEASE ......OHHHHHH please YOU.... MUST LISTEN TO ME !

Ohhhh PLEAS..mmmffffppppp!" Darla managed to shriek out at the three

uniformed men that worked over her ,before the leader had pushed a red

rubber ball gag into her open mouth and strapped it tightly around her

face and buckled it behind her neck! "OOooMM MMMFFFFPPPPppp!

.....mmmFfffPPppp!....mmmfff! " ,she tried to scream, but the sounds were

muffled so much that she stopped trying and lay on the thin jail

mattress where the three men had pushed her.

Darla lay panting ,staring at the three men who were all looking at

a paper that the leader held in his hands . They were handed a copy

and began to read it. Darla could not care about what the paper said,

she only wanted to be free, have some clothing and be out of this

prison.....but if she could have read the paper, she would have read the

following:

 

Page 4 of Federal laws Concerning Female Prisoners:

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c. Conduct.

Recent Federal Morality laws, spearheaded by a Senator From

Nebraska, and passed by the Senate and House by a wide margin without

any substantive debate, explicitly forbids masturbation by prisoners

of Federal, State and local authorities.

Of course, all jail cells have already been fitted with lockdown

devices on the bunks to restrain the arms, separate the knees, and

provide a locking prod gag for all prisoners serving sentences in

State and Federal correctional facilities.

However, the burden to assure that no masturbation occurs by females

in transport falls on the transporting deputy. Further, it is

acknowledged that the urge to masturbate will be strong, since they

will be temporarily out of the restraints that they are currently

required to sleep in.

Therefore, this Subcommittee recommends that an additional restraint

be issued. A 6-inch dowel with locking leather straps will separate

the knees of all women prisoners sleeping in public accommodations.

This, coupled with wrists locked behind their backs, ball-gags

locked in place, and leg irons, should completely prevent manual

masturbation, and also indirect masturbation caused by squeezing the

knees together.

Also, as a result of this legislation, the use of crotch-ropes is

strongly discouraged, even though it may enhance the security of the

prisoner.

To cite an example, a college cheerleader, serving 4 year term in

State Prison for check kiting, and taken on the college lecture

circuit by a female deputy as an example to others. (All her public

appearances were in her cheer-leader's outfit, with chains at her

wrists and ankles.)

When she was bed down for the night, in a black teddy, the deputy

saw to it that she was tightly bound at the wrists and elbows,

ball-gagged, tethered by the neck to the bed, and bound at both the

knees and ankles. As an added precaution, she required the young

prisoner to keep her black heels strapped onto her ankles, and added a

crotch-rope from her tummy to the ropes that lashed her wrists.

"Well, according to this latest SOP, we need to add one other item

to our prisoner before we let her be alone all night", the leader said

to his men and aware that Darla was listening.

"Prisoners are to be restrained so that they will not.....cannot

MASTURBATE themselves !,he said extra loud. He produced a yard long,

heavy wood closet pole with leather ankle straps attached to each end

and as the ankle chains were removed from Darla's out stretched legs,

the pole was strapped onto each of her ankles. Never had Darla

experienced having her body so freely grabbed and stretched as she had

tonight. As one Policeman held her leg with one hand ,his other hand

was placed over her pussy and his fingers were busy squeezing her and

inserting themselves deep into her and probing her wetness. The other

man held her leg from moving with a strong hand and played with her

breasts and pinched each of her nipples with his other hand, as their

leader worked on her spreader bar. At last she was left alone, but

Marla heard someone say, as they moved out of her cell: "Get her

shaved now... and both of you help!"

"Ohhh my gaud!, Marla thought to herself, will this night ever end?"

A few minutes later the two guards returned with shaving cream in a

can , a safety razor and some towels. Seconds later, Marla felt her

legs being pulled up by one man and another had his head between her

outstretched legs and was speaking to her: "Alright now ....lady, this

is a real sharp razor I have here, you need a shave, so don't jerk

around or make any sudden moves or you might get cut!"

Darla felt the cool spritz of the cream on her crotch and fingers

that spread the shaving cream all over her pubic hair. The blade was

not that sharp, so several times Darla felt the blade dig into her and

pull her tender, sensitive skin. She endured the shaving, keeping her

eyes tightly shut and the hands of one of the men squeezing each of

her big breasts and pulling each nipple out as far as they would go.

Her protests and struggles seemed to be what the guards wanted to hear

and see, so they removed her ball gag and when the shaving was over,

she was held by one guard around her shoulders as the other guard

unzipped his pants and moving close to Darla and positioning himself

between her open legs, he made her take his erect cock into her mouth.

She was surprised and did not see him until he had wedged it into her

open lips and pressed it further into her throat. "Uuummmfffpppmmm",

she managed to sound out ,as she tried to move her face but strong

hands held her tightly. The guard was thrusting his hips in and out,

driving his fat erection into Darla and rapidly approaching orgasm.

Darla's arms were both secured to her sides, her legs held apart and

secure with the stout wood pole and the straps and the other guard had

both of her breasts in his hands, holding her from behind.

As soon as Darla heard the guard moan and she felt him stiffen, she

felt a surge of hot semen spurt into her mouth and flow down her

throat! The guards changed places and Darla was forced to endure

everything once more.

During the night, Darla tried to sleep, but the hand- cuffs made it

impossible to get comfortable and the damn spreader bar holding her

legs so very far apart was just too painful, so she only catnapped and

she thought she heard the voices of another woman protesting her rough

treatment and being chained up, sometime during the long night in the

cell.

Sometime during the night, when Darla had at last drifted off to

sleep, she awoke knowing the weight on her outstretched body was one

of the guards. She was gagged and each of her wrists and ankles were

tied to a corner of the bunk. Her eyes were covered with a length of

cloth ,tied in place. She could feel his hairy chest pressing down

onto her sensitive breasts making her nipples hard. She could feel his

hot body and his erection thrust deep into her swollen pussy and the

beginning push and withdraw movements.

Against her desire to give any pleasure to this rapist, she felt

herself starting to be aroused and realized that she was very wet and

a surge of powerful sexual emotions was sweeping over her. She wanted

to scream or cry or ......yell out "YES....YES ........yes !" In another few

minutes, she heard the man gasp and then moan and she was sure that

his cock had exploded and his grinding thrusting came to an exhausted

halt.

When Darla finally awoke, she was given a bowl of dry cereal with a

small carton of milk and the guard with sunglasses, removed her

handcuffs and the spreader bar but slipped on a pair or ankle chains

,before she was allowed to eat.

Darla could see into the cell that was across from her, and there

were two young women there, both young and large breasted. They had

received the same shaving treatment and were both handcuffed and ankle

chained. Darla wondered if they had been forced to give the men blow

jobs as she had. When Darla finished eating her breakfast, she saw the

guards enter the cell and begin taking pictures of the captive women.

One woman was a brunette with shoulder length hair and the other one

was a blonde, with long locks that ended at her round ass.

Darla heard the women protesting and fighting the two guards, heard

the gags being inserted into their mouths and then the muffled cries

and clinking of their chains as they were both forced down on the

bunks and raped.

Hours passed and two more young ,pretty, large breasted women in

shorts and t-shirts , both blindfolded were ushered into the remaining

cell at the end of the hall. Darla heard the women screaming and

fighting their treatment and the silence as they were taken by the

guards and probably suffered the same fate that all of the women had.

Darla and the other four women had all been finger- printed, strip

searched, photographed and video recorded in the nude and had their

pubic hair removed. Now they were issued the same light blue ,high

necked, short skirts and allowed to have their own high heel shoes

back.

After they had slipped on the dresses, each had their wrists cuffed

behind their backs and ankle chains put on . A red rubber ball gag was

positioned into each of their mouths and the black leather strap

buckled tightly behind their necks.

Darla was led out into the hallway and the other women followed her,

prodded along by the three guards. Darla shuffled along, her progress

hampered by the short chain connecting each ankle cuff and the awkward

feeling of her wrists behind her back. Darla's full breasts and her

erect nipples pressed against the rough cloth of the dress and as she

was so positioned, forced her bosom out and allowed the guards to

grasp each round mass and get their hands on her ass cheeks as she

made her way down the hall, clinking and trying to ward off the

teasing fingers. Her hair was falling in her face and she almost

tripped several times, but finally made it outside to a twilight gray

morning. A large Police van was parked next to the rear entrance of

the gray stone building and the three guards helped the chained women

inside and strapped each into a seat in the van with heavy duty wide

black belts. One went across Darla's hips and another went above her

breasts ,causing the cloth to be pulled even tighter and allowing each

of her nipples to be plainly seen beneath the thin blue dress .

As soon as the five women had been secured inside the van, the men

took seats in front and the guard with sunglasses took the driver's

seat and started up the van. Darla ,bound and gagged, her body

strapped tightly to the van seat , her ankles chained, her mouth dry

and she wanted to scream badly , could only cry; hot tears rolled down

her cheeks as the van moved forward and sped away. As Darla tried to

remain calm and keep cool, she could only think of her Ron and what he

was doing now, wondering what had happened to her and then the words

formed in her tortured mind: "Why me? ....ohhhh..... why me?.........WHY ME?"

The van moved along the highway at a medium fast Speed, but never

fast enough to draw the attention of Any REAL police. Darla noticed

that the windows Of the van were of the dark glass so nobody could see

Inside and see the women strapped tightly into their Seats and their

mouths gagged with a bondage type Red rubber ball that had a leather

strap attached to it And buckled behind their necks. Darla and the

other Four women were all attractive, healthy, young women and all

were full breasted, long legged sexually active women who seemed full

of life and now they were all brought together now to share some sort

of terrible fate together. Darla fought the rubber ball gag and tried

to push it out of her mouth as the country side flew pass the window

in the early morning light. She pushed against the leather straps

holding her in the seat ,but she could not move them at all, only

allowed her round breasts to be thrust forward a bit and suddenly a

man's rough heavy hand was placed on her bosom ! A guard had been

watching Darla and he searched for her nipple under the thin blue

cloth and as soon as he found it , he pinched it hard using his thumb

and index finger, causing Darla to cry out :"Ohhhhhh Don't dooooooo

that !" But with the gag in her mouth, it came out : " ummm doooont Uh

hat !" Her eyes were wet with new tears and she tried to turn away

from the guard ,but he was in her face now and continued to torment

her , slipping both hands into her shirt and gripping both of her

heaving breasts in each of his rough hands; kneading her firm flesh

and enjoying feeling Darla's warm fullness and her struggling

movements and her muffled screams. The guard ripped several buttons

from her shirt and tore the cloth in two places before he withdrew his

hands . He had her breasts exposed now and applied his eager mouth to

Darla's right nipple; pink- red and erect from all of his massaging

and he covered it with his lips; sucking and swirling his hot tongue

over the dark pink areola and sucking the nipple so hard that Darla

cried out again. Darla fought his attack as best she could but bound

as she was, she could only swing her head from side to side and try to

scream. Finally, the guard tired of her and moved to another of the

women.

Forty five minutes later, the van arrived at a small city along the

coast and the women were removed from the vehicle. A large commercial

cargo ship was docked at a pier and they were all taken aboard. As

Darla was led up the steel gangway, her hands handcuffed behind her

back and the leg chains clanking and only allowing her small steps,

she wondered if this would be the last time she would be seeing her

homeland. She could see that all of the men around the ship looked

Asian and the ship looked foreign ; dark and foreboding. A Chinese

looking man guided her down the hatchway to a hallway lit by a few dim

lights. All of the women were handcuffed and ball gagged the same as

Darla and followed behind her, prodded by other Asian seamen. Finally

they were shoved into a fairly large cabin and the "Police guards"

handed the women over to a dark blue suited man who sat behind a large

teak wood desk . He was the ship's Captain and very Chinese looking.

He looked over each of the women, making the "Police" remove all of

their clothing and remove all of their ball gags so he could examine

their teeth. Darla shivered as she was forced to stand completely nude

before the men and be looked at. Again her body was pressed and

groped, her breasts squeezed and her ass pinched by several hands. Her

pussy inspected by fingers and at last she was allowed to dress in her

torn shirt. All through the humiliating ,disgusting torment Darla held

back her tears, but now as she was taken to a small cabin below that

was empty except for a steel bunk with a thin dirty mattress and left

alone, she broke down and the hot tears rolled down her cheeks, her

shoulders slumped and she cried.

Darla could see herself in the cabin as if she were watching a

movie: a captive prisoner: humiliated and tortured, forced to submit

to a group of strange men who had stripped her of her clothing, had

sex with her body and sold her to another stranger but they would

never really posses her mind. She vowed that she would never let them

see her cry and she would escape from where ever she was going to be

sent. She would not be a SEX SLAVE for anyone!

Upstairs, in the Captain's quarters, he was paying the "Police" with

several stacks of hundred dollar bills and saying goodbye to them. In

bad English he told them that the latest group of American sex slaves

were very beautiful and could he expect another shipment in three

months? The leader of the "Police" shook hands with him and said : "

Yes I will have another hot shipment ready for you Wong Chan, maybe

not as beautiful as these women, but ......I'm sure we will have another

fine collection of pussy ready for your approval!"

 

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