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Subject: {ASSM} Bed and Breakfast - Chapter 5
Date: Tue, 28 Jan 2003 21:10:02 -0500
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The following story is a work of fiction. Its contents are of a graphically 
sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts between underage 
partners. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

This story is intended for ADULTS only. If you are under the legal age of 
consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, STOP 
READING NOW. Feedback is appreciated from those who enjoy the story and find
it stimulating.

Bed and Breakfast

Codes: bF bg nc inc rape torture

By Kelli Paine (kellipaine1979@hotmail.com)

[Note: This is Chapter 5 of a story in progress. In Chapter 1, Helen opened 
a bed-and-breakfast with her son and two daughters, and offered the services 
of herself and her children to the guests of the inn. Chapter 2 told of 
Helen's appointment with a married couple, and Chapter 3 described her 
17-year-old daughter Dara's appointment with two teenage boys. Chapter 4 
described her 13-year-old son Dillon's appointment with a married couple and 
their two young daughters.]

Chapter 5: Laurel (Part 1)

Laurel, Helen's 15-year-old daughter, was bought by two older men. She had 
been told to come to their room at 6 PM, completely naked except for two 
items they gave her to wear: a leather slave collar around her neck, and red 
ankle strap pumps with 6-inch heels on her feet. She was embarrassed to have 
to walk through the hallways without any clothes on, and she covered her 
breasts and her pussy with her hands, but all the guests and the staff knew 
what she was doing: going to a room to service whoever had paid for her.

She kept stumbling in the high heels -- she could barely keep her balance, 
the heels were so high. She couldn't take them off because they had small 
padlocks on the ankle straps, and the men had told her to lock them before 
she went to the room. They had given her size 5 shoes, and Laurel needed 
size 6, so she had to force her feet into the shoes. Every step was painful, 
and she kept stumbling because the shoes were very long and narrowed to a 
point in front.

Her small feet were almost entirely exposed -- the ankle straps just had a 
very thin strip of leather that ran down the back of her heel, and the front 
of the shoe barely covered her toes. The shoes stuck out five inches past 
her toes, and it was hard to take a step without tripping.

Laurel fell down twice as she tried to walk to the room, and each time 
nobody helped her -- they just watched as she tried to get up and regain her 
balance on the extremely high heels. Finally she made it to the door, and 
knocked. She held her arms at her sides, so her customers could see 
everything she had to offer.

* * *

The door opened a little, but the security chain was on. A man looked 
through the opening at her, but he didn't say anything. He moved his eyes 
over her naked body, from her head to her feet and back again, and Laurel 
moved her arms to cover her breasts and her pussy.

Laurel didn't know what to say. Was this the wrong room? Her face reddened 
as she looked at the room number on the door, but it was the right room. She 
shifted nervously in her high heels. There were other guests and staff 
walking by the room, and she knew they could all see her bare body. Some of 
them laughed as they went by, making her blush with embarrassment. "Can I 
come in?"

"Who are you?" The man was looking at her legs, and she moved her hand 
tighter between her legs, covering her cunt.

"I'm Laurel, I'm the girl you wanted for tonight." She smiled nervously, but 
the man just kept looking at her. She knew this was the right room, so she 
slowly moved her arms to her sides, exposing herself completely, showing him 
everything she had. She leaned forward, expecting the door to open, but he 
just kept standing there, looking at her. He grinned a little.

"Well, show me what you've got for me, angel." He looked at her breasts, and 
she could feel her nipples stiffen a little. She wasn't sure what to do, so 
she lifted her hands and cupped her breasts, offering them to him, trying to 
smile like a whore as she licked her lips. "Can I come in now?"

"Play with your nipples." He grinned as he watched her. Laurel could hear 
people walking by in the hall behind her, and she was blushing from the 
embarrassment of standing there naked in the hallway. She moved her 
fingertips over her nipples, and felt them harden even more. "Please let me 
come in, I'll do anything for you, just please let me in."

* * *

The man unchained the door and opened it, and Laurel stepped into the room. 
There was another man, sitting on the sofa, and a big dog was on the carpet 
at his feet. In one corner was some kind of stand made of wood, with 
crossbars and metal fittings. Laurel had never seen anything like it, and 
she had no idea what it was for.

The man on the sofa got up. "Hi, Laurel, I'm Ron and this is Ted." He 
gestured at the dog on the floor. "And this big guy is Buster." Laurel 
smiled and leaned down to pat Buster on his head. He was a German Shepherd, 
bigger than any she had ever seen. He moved his head against her hand as she 
patted him.

Ted closed the door and told Laurel to stand up. As she did, he slapped her 
so hard that she fell down on the carpet, her cheek stinging and her eyes 
tearing up. She looked up at him, not understanding why he hit her, and he 
pulled back one foot and kicked her in the stomach. Laurel grunted with 
pain, and her body curled up as she held her stomach.

Ted lifted the girl to her feet and walked her over to the sofa and pushed 
her down on it. She was crying and her stomach was knotted up with pain and 
confusion. "Laurel, I want to tell you what's going to happen to you 
tonight. I want you to listen to what I tell you, OK?" She nodded at him.

"Ron and I like to hurt girls, and we're going to hurt you a lot before 
we're done with you. You have to remember that you're nothing but a stupid 
little whore. Why else do you think your mother would send you down here to 
see us? She knows you're a whore, and she's making a lot of money tonight by 
selling you to us.

"Did you know we paid extra so we could deflower you? We know you're a 
virgin, but you won't be when we finish with you. We're going to stick 
things in all your little holes, not just your cunt. Everything we do to you 
is going to hurt you. Every time you get hurt, I want you to remember that 
you're a stupid whore, and this is what happens to stupid whores."

* * *

Laurel started crying again while Ted was talking to her. She knew her mom 
wouldn't let her get hurt, and she was scared of these men. She tried to get 
up from the sofa and run over to the door, but her high heels slipped out 
from under her and she fell on the carpet. Ted picked her up and carried her 
back to the sofa. She looked up at him angrily. "My mom wouldn't let you do 
anything to hurt me. You better let me go right now."

Ted grinned and picked up the phone. "Manager's office, please." When Helen 
answered, he handed the phone to Laurel. "Your mother wants to talk to you."

Laurel took the phone. "Mom, these men said they want to hurt me, they're 
not nice to me, and they already hit me. Make them leave me alone!"

Her mom's voice was in her ear: "Laurel, you know we have a big mortgage to 
pay on this property. All you kids said you would help, and you've been 
doing a great job so far. I'm sure these men are very nice, and they 
probably just like to say things to frighten you. Now you do what they tell 
you and I'll see you later." Laurel started to say something more, but her 
mom had already hung up. She slowly put the phone back on its stand. What 
was she going to do now?

"Did your mother explain it all to you, angel?" Ron had walked over to her. 
She looked up at him, and he grabbed a handful of her long red hair and 
lifted her until she was standing up. Laurel yowled in pain, and the man 
punched her in the stomach. He was still holding her by her hair, and she 
went limp but didn't fall down. He carried her over to the wooden stand in 
the corner.

He lifted Laurel's arms and cuffed her wrists to a metal bar over her head, 
then spread her legs and cuffed her ankles to the ends of a 36-inch spreader 
bar. He positioned a horizontal bar in front of her waist, forcing her to 
bend forward a little. She was coming to now, and she started to struggle, 
trying to get loose, but she was securely locked in place.

* * *

The men always tortured a girl before they fucked her, and they were going 
to use a riding crop and a whip on Laurel now, to soften her up and teach 
her how to be a good little submissive girl. They both enjoyed hearing a 
girl scream, and always got erections when the little bitch begged them to 
stop hurting her. They also loved to mark a girl, especially a girl with 
pale white skin like Laurel -- she would show bruises very nicely.

Ron picked up the riding crop, about two feet long and made of leather. He 
showed it to Laurel. "This will make beautiful red marks on your skin, 
angel." The crop whistled through the air as he swung it down hard on 
Laurel's beautiful round ass. She let out a short, agonized yelp, and tears 
of pain and anger burst out and ran down her cheeks.

He gave her four more strokes, making her scream every time, and leaving 
long red welts across the pale white skin of her buttocks. Then he switched 
to her back, giving her five strokes that made her whole body quiver with 
pain. The welts looked exciting on her milky white skin, and Ron felt his 
cock getting hard as he looked at her.

Ted stood in front of Laurel with a thin, flexible switch made of metal. Her 
breasts were hanging out as she leaned forward, and Ted moved the switch 
slowly across her tits. She felt her nipples stiffen involuntarily as the 
cold metal brushed across them. She looked up at him, begging with her eyes, 
and he grinned as he hit her with the switch. It landed across the top of 
her breasts.

Laurel screamed, and Ron forced her mouth open and stuffed something inside. 
"That's your own bra, angel. We broke into your room and took it out of your 
dresser. It's your purple lace bra, and we prepared it specially for you -- 
we both masturbated on it. Can you taste our cum?" Laurel tried to spit out 
the bra, but it was wedged too tight in her mouth.

She could taste their sticky semen on the bra. Her mouth was wide open, and 
Ron pushed the bra in a little deeper, making her gag as it almost went down 
her throat. "You like the taste of our sperm, angel?" He laughed as he poked 
his in her mouth, making her gag again.

* * *

Ted whipped Laurel's breasts for half an hour, while Ron used the riding 
crop on her back, her ass, and her legs. They went slowly, giving her plenty 
of time to scream after each stroke, before they hit her again. The switch 
and the riding crop didn't make her bleed -- they just raised welts that 
were red and painful, and would last for several days.

When they finished whipping her, they released her arms and legs and took 
her bra out of her mouth, and told her to climb up on the desk in the room. 
Laurel winced as she moved to the desk -- every little movement hurt. Her 
high heels kept slipping on the desktop, but finally she was standing on top 
of the desk. Ron put a bowl on the desk between her legs, and told Laurel to 
squat over it.

"Piss in the bowl, angel." Laurel's face reddened with embarrassment, but 
she slowly squatted down with her pussy over the bowl. She had to be careful 
not to lose her balance in the 6-inch heels. Her feet were bent sharply and 
painfully, and just standing up was hard for her -- but squatting made every 
muscle in her legs and ankles burn with pain. Her legs were trembling with 
the effort as she got her slit down near the bowl.

She strained, trying to piss, but she didn't really need to go, and nothing 
happened. Ron picked up the riding crop. "Want me to use this on you? Piss 
in the bowl, bitch." Laurel grunted, trying to force some piss out of her 
bladder, and suddenly she screamed as Ron gave her a hard stroke across her 
back with the riding crop.

The effort of screaming forced a little piss out of her, and it dripped down 
into the bowl. She grunted again, straining as hard as she could, and more 
urine leaked out of her slit and splashed into the bowl. When it stopped, 
she looked up at Ron with tears in her eyes. "That's all I can do, I'm 
sorry, please don't hit me again."

Ron moved the riding crop slowly down Laurel's arm, then brushed it across 
her breasts. He grinned at her. "You did a good job, angel. Now get down off 
the table." Laurel obeyed, and Ted put handcuffs on her wrists, the hooked 
the chain through a metal ring attached to the slave collar around her neck 
and locked it with a small padlock. Laurel's hands were forced up under her 
chin.

* * *

Ted told her to bend over the back of the sofa. He forced her legs apart, so 
the two holes between her legs were exposed and unprotected. He put cuffs on 
her ankles, and attached them to the ends of a 42-inch spreader bar, forcing 
her legs apart painfully. Most of her weight was on her legs, so she had to 
stand in the high heels, and the angle of the spreader bar locked to her 
ankles made her legs and ankles burn like fire.

Her virgin slit was smooth and straight, like a pencil line drawn between 
her legs -- not all flappy and ugly and hairy like older women. Ted ran his 
finger over her slit, making Laurel shiver. He touched her asshole, and ran 
his finger around the tight little hole as she quivered.

"We're not ready to fuck you yet. We're going to play with you, maybe whip 
you a little more and stick some things inside you -- and then we're going 
to take your cherry." He picked up an unsharpened wood pencil and touched 
the blunt end of it to Laurel's anus. "Let's see if you like this, angel."

He penetrated her asshole, and Laurel gasped -- she had never had anything 
inside her. She felt it moving through her rectum, then into her bowels as 
Ted pushed it further inside. Her mouth was hanging open as she breathed 
raggedly, each little movement of the pencil making her asshole twitch.

Only the eraser was visible now, sticking out of Laurel's tight little anus. 
Ted left it there while he ran his hands over the curve of her beautiful 
round ass, tweaking the pencil occasionally and making her gasp. He picked 
up the riding crop and used the handle to push the pencil inside her a 
little more, and Laurel whimpered.

"You like it in the ass, angel?" He forced a little more of the pencil 
inside her, until only the top of the eraser was showing in her anus, and 
Laurel gasped as her whole body quivered. "It's all inside you now, pussy. 
Try to force it out, like you were taking a shit. Push on it, push it out."

Laurel made herself strain, and the pencil moved out a little, making her 
shiver again -- she was having little orgasms. She strained again, and an 
inch of pencil emerged from her asshole, then a little more as she grunted 
and pushed more. But then Ted put his fingers on the pencil and shoved it 
back in hard, and Laurel screamed at the sudden sharp pain in her rectum.

"You have a nice little ass, angel." Ted caressed her beautiful ass, then 
gave her a hard stinging stroke with the riding crop. Laurel screamed, a 
short angry yelp that was cut off sharply as she gritted her teeth. She 
didn't want these men to know how much they were hurting her.

She knew they were just starting on her, and they had bought her for the 
whole night. She didn't want to think about what they were going to do to 
her, but she knew she was going to lose her virginity. She just hoped they 
wouldn't give her any permanent injuries -- she loved her milky white skin, 
and it was already marked with welts from the whippings she had been given. 
She would just have to do whatever they told her, and try to get it over as 
quick as she could.

[To be continued]

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