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Subject: {ASSM} The Winnings; Pt. 2 of 2 (Mf, d/s)
Date: Tue,  5 Nov 2002 18:10:03 -0500
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The Winnings; Pt. 2 of 2 (Mf, d/s)

The story below deals with sex.

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Copyright (c) 2001 DeGrinch.  ALL Rights Reserved

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the written permission of the author.

This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.

All the characters and events in this story are fictional; any

resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental.




The Winnings; Chapter II   

It had never been like that before, so intense, and seeming to
last, and last, and even when she felt her body couldn't go on
her mind wanted to continue, to please him and herself, but
mostly him, to feel the heat from him, to see the approval in his
eyes when she did something he liked, and yes even the shiver of
fear when she did something wrong, or displeased him.  She had
been with men that she was afraid of before, but this wasn't the
same, before it had been a physical fear, that the man would hurt
her, with him it was physical too, but more, and stronger, was a
fear of disappointing him and losing his approval, an approval it
felt like she had been looking for, for a long time.  These
feelings weren't all expressed as words in her mind, or lined up
and each given a value, she just knew that she felt differently
about this man than any other, and she wouldn't feel 'complete'
until she was with him again.

He had made her wait three days before calling her this
afternoon, leaving a message on her machine saying he would be at
her apartment at 7:00 and to 'Be ready' for him.

When he hadn't called the first day it hadn't bothered her much,
she was still feeling warm and happy from the night, so although
she hoped for a call she hadn't though too much about it, that is
until she was getting ready for bed and she remembered that she
had given him the extra key to her apartment. He didn't have to
call, he could walk in any time!

She didn't even know his name, he had, had her address him as Sir
all night long!  She remembered how she had given herself to him,
how he had taken her!  He had said he owned her, and she had
agreed, more than agreed, she had wanted, needed, to belong to
him.  She had known what with this man it wasn't just a figure of
speech, when he said he owned her, he meant just that!  She fell
asleep and dreamed of being a pleasure slave, of having no rights
to her own body, being under the complete control of a man,
trying with all her soul to please him.

She had woken up feeling deliciously loved and appreciated, but
that feeling was gone even before she went to work the next day.
Why hadn't he come for her?  Why hadn't he called?  Had he
decided she wasn't good enough for him?  Had she done something
wrong, or not well enough?  She didn't know anything about him,
and he knew all about her, she had answered any question he had
ask after he had taken her, and she lay warm and safe in his
arms, she couldn't remember all he had ask, only that she had
answered all his questions.

That day she rushed home after a terrible day at work, she hadn't
been able to concentrate, wanting him to be there waiting for her
when she arrived, but he wasn't there.  She waited by the phone
for an hour willing it to ring before changing from her work
cloths, and lay awake late into the night thinking of him and
masturbating.  The second day was worse, and by the third
depression had set in, she was thinking about just climbing into
bed and having a good cry as soon as she got back to her
apartment, then she knew she would get dressed and go back to the
bar to see if he was there.

When she press the button and heard his message she had, had to
sit down quickly, her knees didn't want to support her all of a
sudden.  She didn't keep track but she played the message 7 times
while sitting there, wanting to hear his voice, thrilled that he
had called.

The message was only a dozen words long.  What did he mean, 'Be
ready for him.'?  Was he talking about what she should ware? How
she should act?  Was there something she should do when he
arrived?

At first she started to change into her usual after work attire,
jeans and T-shirt but then though that he would surely just walk
in the door at 7:00, and she wouldn't be very desirable in jeans.
 Linda looked at herself in the bedroom mirror as she tried to
decide what to change into, she had gotten down to bra and
pantyhose now, a skirt or dress for sure.  Maybe, that little sun
dress, that she was careful about bending over in, because of the
way it seemed to try to spill her breasts from the top and her
ass out the back, it could certainly get a mans attention.

But then again, what about the silk kimono, well it looked like
silk, it covered her completely but clung to her skin so that
anyone could tell if she was bare underneath, and it was more of
an after work/evening dress.  She had never worn it for anyone
before, except for herself when she wanted to feel herself to be
seductive while home alone in the evening.  It was much too
revealing to wear in public she had realized after buying it on a
whim one day.   Yes, that would be it she decided, as she
finished undressing and turned to start the shower.

At 6:30 she was dressed and waiting, seated on her sofa, getting
up and pacing, thinking about him.  She had never felt this way
about a man before, did she love him?  How could she after only
one night, only a few hours.  She could feel her face burn red as
she thought of how she had given herself to him like the lowest
slut on the street, in payment for a bet made by a guy she didn't
even like very well.  She never had understood why she went out
with Jimmy, he treated her like shit, never called her until the
last minute, acted like he expected her to wait on him all the
time.  She had been so ashamed that night when Jimmy had offered
her body as a bet to a stranger, but at the same time she had
never been so excited, and knew now, that in the back of her mind
she had wanted Jimmy to lose, had wanted to have to pay the debt,
in just the way 'he' had made her pay it, even the pain when he
had put the hanger clips on her nipples.  No, especially when he
had clamped her nipples, had been exactly what she wanted.  How
could she have acted like such a whore?  And now, waiting for
him, hardly able to breath with excitement, feeling the wetness
between her legs and wanting him there again.

Would he walk in and just throw her down and fuck her?  She hoped
so, in a way, but she needed to know this man better, needed to
know what he liked, what he wanted from a woman, what he liked to
eat, what he...

There was a knock at the door!

Linda nearly ran to the door and pulled it wide open without
checking to see who was there, knowing it was him.  And it was.

She froze there.  She suddenly couldn't talk or move.  She knew
she was acting silly, stupid even, but could do nothing about it.
Her knees were quivering, she had heard and read of this
happening to people but it had never happened to her, she had
though it was just an expression, not something that really
happened...  The key.  Why didn't he just use the key he had
taken, ran through the back of her mind.

He looked at her for a long minute, and then said simply.
"Excelent!"  Taking in the dress that seemed painted on her body,
he could even see the small 'milk' bumps around the base of her
nipples it clung so closely to her skin.  He noted, that she
still applied her makeup too heavily for his taste, he liked the
innocent/fresh look.  She must be wearing self supporting
stocking he also noticed, any constriction around her waist or
hips would print through that dress.

"Well."  He said, after a minute.  It was as much a command as a
question.

"Yes..  Please come in, Ah, Sir."  She backed up and placed her
back against the wall of the short hallway that led into her
apartment, making a small gesture with her hand.

When his eyes had left her and as he walked down the center of
the hallway not quite brushing her with his arm as he pasted, she
found herself pushing out her breasts and wishing she had done it
sooner so that he would have rubbed against them.  What was
happening to her?  She had never felt like this around any man
before, not even back in high school with Donny Bunka who she
had, had a huge crush for.

When she had closed the door and returned to the living room she
found him seated in a high backed wing chair, her favorite for
watching TV.  His arms rested on the arms of the chair and his
legs were crossed, and somehow he looked regal to her.  She
stopped in the middle of the room before him and just stood there
not knowing what to do or say.

"You look very good Linda."  He said after a long pause. "Perhaps
you should bring a shawl, it will probably get chilly later."

"I... No sir, I'll be alright."  She answered.

I don't have anything that will go with this dress, she had
thought as soon as he had made his suggestion, and somehow that
embarrassed her, she couldn't admit it to him.  Where are we
going, she wondered next.

He stood and took her arm, saying.  "Let's go then."

They were on the street before she realized she hadn't brought
her purse.  She didn't have anything, no ID, no money, not even
her keys.  How would she get back into her apartment? What if...
She realized she hadn't been away from home without a purse for,
she didn't know how long, it made her feel insecure but she felt
he would take care of her and with that thought put herself a
little farther into his power.

She had expected the truck he had driven before, instead he led
her to a large black luxury car, opened the door for her, got in
himself and drove away, never saying a word about where he was
taking her.

He took her to one of the best restaurants in the city, where
they were taken directly to a table and seated.  It was the most
high class treatment she had ever received on a date or any time
for that matter.

After he ordered for them he started to ask her about herself. 
She told him about her family, that she was an only child, how
her father had been in the Air Force and had died in a training
accident when she was 10 and her mother had remarried a year
later to a english teacher.  She told him things she hadn't told
anyone before, he always seemed to know what to ask to have her
talk about the most private things from her life.

She told him that her mother had never disciplined her as she
grew up, how her mother would tell her fathers about any short
comings and have them punish her, how her natural father spanked
her hard when she was young but that she had adored him anyway
and knew she deserved her spankings, that her stepfather didn't
believe in corporal punishment and instead would humiliate her as
punishment, by making her wear silly clothing or do demeaning
tasks in front of her friends.  When she was 20, at the end of
her second year of college, she had, had a terrible fight with
her mother and stepfather.  She had left and hadn't written or
talked to them since.

Toward the end of the meal, just before dessert, he ask about how
she had lost her virginity, and she had told him, hardly
believing that she could tell the story to anyone.



Linda's story:

She and just turned 16 when John Sawyer had ask her to a school
dance, he was a jock on the football and baseball teams and a
grade ahead of her, quit popular and she was flattered that he
would ask her out.

He had picked her up and listened politely as he father had told
her she was too young to be out after midnight and a bunch of
other stuff that embarrassed her.  When they left her house he
had given her some story about forgetting something at home and
needing to go there to get it.  His parent were away for the
night she learned when they got there.  He sat with her on the
couch and kissed her and soon after reached for her breast and
she had let him open the top of her dress and reach inside her
bra but when he had reached under the skirt she had tried to stop
him.  He wouldn't stop, and was so much stronger than her it was
as if she hadn't been pushing against his hand as he pulled her
panties and hose down and off, most of her protests muffled by
his tongue in her mouth.  Soon the first hand besides her own was
on her vagina, and it felt good to her but scared her at the same
time so she continued to resist him.

She had felt relieved when he had allowed her to push his hand
out from under her skirt and returned to the top of her dress. 
She hadn't tried to stopped him physically when he had pushed the
sleeves of her dress down her arms and unhooked her bra, only
saying that they should go to the dance now.  He wasn't the first
boy to touch her breasts but he was the first to get his mouth on
her nipples.  It had shocked her, how good it felt, and
distracted her as he had turned her and laid her beneath him.

Then suddenly he was between her legs so that she couldn't close
them, and her dress was bunched around her waist, his hand was
back between her legs guiding his cock to her defenseless pussy
and know matter how hard she pushed against him, know matter how
loud she screamed for him to stop it did no good. Nothing did any
good.

Linda hadn't been completely dry, but hadn't been aroused either,
and for a short time he had, had trouble forcing himself into her
but finally a hard lunge forced the head inside where nothing
larger than the tip of her finger had been before.  She felt a
terrible, tearing, pressure deep inside herself and something
gave with a sickening pain unlike any she had ever felt before. 
He pulled back and stabbed into her again hurting her once more
deep inside.  She couldn't scream now, she could hardly breath,
the pain wasn't all that great but it was a nauseating kind that
seemed to paralyze her.  He drew back and pushed into her again,
and then again.

As he began to really fuck her, she slowly brought her knees up
trying to draw into herself and lesson the hurt, but this only
allowed him to stroke more deeply into her and didn't relieve any
of the pressure.  Besides, the worst pain she felt now was in her
heart, he didn't care, not about her pain, not about her
feelings, know one cared.  Know one would help her, she felt so
alone and ashamed, needing some one to comfort her.  Her arms
slowly went around him, she needed to have some one hold her,
even this boy that was rapping her.

   With her arms around him she felt his body go stiff and then
start to shutter above her, and after a second he collapsed
driving most of the breath from her, with the weight on her
chest.  It was over.

But it wasn't over.  All too soon he pushed himself up off her
and sat up, still between her legs with one trapped between his
back and the couch.  He sat and looked at her for a moment and
then a grin spread across his face and he reached down to set her
up and pulled the dress up over her head and threw it on a chair
nearby.  Then he began to explore her body with his hands. Linda
had protested at first, and tried to make him stop, but she was
so weak both emotionally and physically from what had just
happened that she soon gave up and just let him, only protesting
when he pushed his thumb into her sore pussy.  She wanted to get
up and go to the bathroom, she felt like she needed to pee and
wanted to clean herself, she felt so dirty, and sticky but he
wouldn't let her get up.

After a while he had taken her again.  It hadn't hurt much at all
the second time, and it had felt good to be held.  Toward the end
she had even began to feel some pleasure.

John had let her go to the bathroom after the second time, but
hadn't let her put anything on and had gone with her. He had
pee'd first and then watched her, embarrassing her and making it
hard for her to go.  He made her clean herself while he watched
and then clean him.  It was the first time she had ever touched a
cock and along with the embarrassment she had been fascinated to
examine a male so closely.

When they returned to the living room he had put on his pants but
when Linda had tried to dress again, he wouldn't let her, when
she insisted, he had taken all her clothing, even her shoes and
purse, out Tto his car, thrown them into the back seat and locked
all the doors.  When he turn around and saw her peeking around
the edge of the front door, afraid and embarrassed to go outside
without anything to cover herself, he had laughed. Somehow that
laugh had completely defeated her, she no longer even though of
resisting him, just followed him back to the couch and sat down
next to him when he patted the seat.

He had started sending her off for things, beer from the kitchen,
his shirt 5 ft. away across the floor, just to watch her and to
have her obey his orders and in between groping her. Linda felt
herself moving in a kind of fog not really feeling or relating to
what was happening, she moved in a kind of dream, or perhaps a
nightmare.

He had fucked her two more times that night and she had, had her
first two climaxes with another person.  The first one had nearly
brought her back to reality but as soon as he had cum he'd pushed
her off the couch onto the floor and ordered her to get a warm
wash cloth from the bathroom and come back to clean her cunt
slime off his dick.  His choice of words and tone of voice had
driven her back to the place she had started to emerge from.

Shortly after he'd taken her the last time, he had gotten up and
collected his clothing and gone to the bathroom leaving her
laying where he had finished with her.  When he returned, cleaned
up and dressed, he had taken her arm and pushed her out the front
door locking it behind them and then walked off to his car, where
he started it up and turned on the lights.

Linda had stood by the front door, he hadn't turned on the porch
light and it was relatively dark there, reluctant to walk out
where she might be seen. After a minute he had rolled down his
window, honked the horn, and yelled at her to get in the fucking
car.  The honking of the horn had gotten her moving, she didn't
want any attention drawn to her.  She had run around the back of
the car, the gravel drive hurting her feet, only to find he
hadn't unlocked the door on her side.  He made her ask him three
times through the closed window to please let her in before he
had finally pushed the button to unlock the door.  He told her to
hurry up and get dressed, that he would have her home in 10
minutes, in time to make her curfew, and then swatted her butt
when she leaned over the seat back to get her clothing, then
taken her panties, putting them in his pocket, for a 'souvenir'
he said.

John had gone out of his way to drive down main streets taking
her home she half realized as she tried to hurry into her
clothing, of coarse being more clumsy because of trying to hurry.
Linda had just finished pushing her feet into her shoes when he
pulled up in front of her house and surprised her by getting out,
opening her door and walking her to her porch where he quickly
kissed her on the cheek and drove off, leaving her standing
there, feeling his cum running down the inside of her leg.

Her step-dad was watching TV with most of the lights off when she
came in, something she was grateful for later when she looked at
herself in the mirror in her room and saw what a mess she looked,
he had just looked at his watch and went back to watching the
tube as she said goodnight and went to her room.

Monday at school she had noticed a lot of the boys looking at
her, and by Tuesday the girls had stopped talking to her and just
watched her when she walked by, or walked away if she spoke to
them.  He had told everyone his version of what had happened,
making her out to be an insatiable slut, a girl told her later.
Several of the boys had asked her out before the weekend, but she
had said no to all of them, knowing what they would expect if she
went out with them.  In fact she hadn't went on a date the rest
of the school year.

   Linda felt herself blush as she finished her story and dessert
about the same time.  What a low-life slut he must think her
after their first meeting and now telling him this story from her
past.  How could this great looking man want anything to do with
her now?  Making her feelings worse was the wetness she could
feel between her legs and wondering if she had spotted the back
of her dress from telling him what a whore she had been.

End.

Authors note: That's all folks, sorry I just lost the feel for
the characters so I quit.

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