index


Message-ID: <41599asstr$1049285402@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
Content-Disposition: inline
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
MIME-Version: 1.0
From: "Georgie Porgie" <georgieporgie@fastmail.fm>
Subject: {ASSM} Meadows 08: Vertical Hold {Georgie Porgie} (Bb/g8 pedo exhib bond threat)
Date: Wed,  2 Apr 2003 07:10:02 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

          Don't skip over this disclaimer!  It's important!

       This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                 http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()

"If the First Amendment means anything, it means that a state has no
business telling a man, sitting alone in his own house, what books he
may read or what films he may watch."  -- Justice Thurgood Marshall

Never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A STORY
because you're under some stupid arbitrary age that changes from country
to country, and year to year.  But if you're under the stupid arbitrary
age at the particular time and place you read this, keep quiet about it.

And never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A
STORY because some people currently in power in the place you live (no
matter if that's your country or your home) have decided THEY don't like
to read what YOU like to read.  But if they've 'banned' this story, then
keep quiet about it reading it.

The author does not condone abuse of any person, by any other person,
regardless of the ages, genders, heritage, or political or biological
relationships between any of the persons involved.  Abuse includes any
activity done without the willing participation of everyone directly
involved, unless done to prevent other abuse under this definition.
But it also includes using force or threats to interfere in, disrupt,
or prevent the activities of others NOT committing abuse under this
definition, by others who are NOT directly involved.  Any person guilty
of abuse under this definition should be arrested to prevent such abuse.

"There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.  Books
are well written or badly written.  That is all."  -- Oscar Wilde

Fantasies are fantasies, and are not real life.  This story is a FANTASY
and if it involves abuse of anyone by anyone else, then nobody should
act that way in real life, nor tolerate anyone else acting that way in
real life.  But neither should anyone object, in real life, to anyone
else's FANTASIES, let alone try to justify real-life abuse because of
them.  In over 30 years of reading and writing stories like this, the
author has NEVER hurt any real person, nor tolerated anyone else doing
so.  Enjoying FANTASIES like this DOES NOT and NEED NOT not make anyone
a monster in real life, as long as they understand that real people are
not to be treated this way.

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()

This story is Copyrighted (C) by Georgie Porgie.  All rights reserved.
It may be FREELY reposted to any appropriate newsgroup providing all the
following conditions are met:

1. This header remains attached to the story unchanged.
2. The full disclaimers below remain unchanged.
3. The subject line is unchanged, allowing potential readers to decide
   to avoid the story if they wouldn't like it.
4. The story is posted unaltered, either by addition or deletion.

People who flood the newsgroup with a hundred stories, none of which
have story codes, are obnoxious morons wasting the time of everyone
reading the group, and providing nothing of value.  I don't want any
of my stories to be posted by obnoxious morons.

It may be FREELY archived on any appropriate web site providing all the
following conditions are met:

1. The web site links ONLY to: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www
   rather than rudely BYPASSING all of the descriptions and disclaimers
   that would otherwise be required.
or
1. The web site provides FREE access to the story without restriction
   (including, but not limited to, 'registration' or charging a fee),
2. The link title includes enough description to allow readers to decide
   to avoid the story if they wouldn't like it, and
3. The reader is required to SEE, if not read, the full disclaimers and
   description prior to deciding whether to read the story, just like it
   is on http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www
4. The story is archived unaltered, either by addition or deletion.

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()

                   Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday

This fantasy involves two boys (age 13 and 9) and a girl (age 8),
bondage and exposure of the half-willing girl, gradually getting
naughtier and naughtier until the boys take it way beyond what she
wants.  It is complete in 11 chapters, with more "books" planned.

As always, this story is not real, has never happened, and I hope will
never happen, and any resemblance to any real or imaginary person,
character, structure, or place is purely an unintentional coincidence.
The location was chosen at random and researched very little, and has no
relationship to any real or imaginary person associated with that real
location.

                     Chapter Eight: Vertical Hold

Marie chooses to be tied a third time, over three spankings, and regrets
her choice almost immediately.

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()

                               Meadows

                   Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday

                         by Marie Benoughtie
                    (ghost writer Georgie Porgie)
                           9 January, 2003


                     Chapter Eight: Vertical Hold

All three of us working together had taken my nightgown off of me, and
we all knew it.  I had squirmed in just the right ways to let the boys
tug and pull, getting my nightgown past my face and off me a tiny bit
at a time.  They had pretended they weren't there, and I had pretended
to feel nothing, that I was squirming to try to get untied, but we all
knew the full truth.  When they left and came back openly, I had tried
pretending that I thought I still had my nightgown on, so that when one
of them told me I didn't, I could act all mad at them for taking it.  I
thought that way, I would be the innocent one, who didn't know anything,
and they would be the bad guys who would get punished if anyone found
out about it.

My ploy failed when they went along with my pretense.  Now I was stuck
with it, forced to keep it up, or suffer the embarassment of admitting
that I knew full well I was standing there in my panties with two boys
looking at me.  I had to either admit I was doing it, and admit that I
knew it all along, or keep on doing it while pretending I wasn't, until
I found some other way of escape from the situation.  So there I was,
walking around in my bedroom, letting two big boys see me wearing just
panties and a sock tied around my head as a blindfold, and I couldn't
say or do anything about it without making it worse!

Because of my blindfold, I couldn't see a thing, but the room was always
well lit in the mornings, by the sun shining on a skylight, so I knew
Darren and Rusty both had a perfect view of me anytime they looked my
way.  I had no idea where they were planning to take me, to tie me up
for a third time, but I moved when Rusty prodded me.  I had no choice.

We started at my bunkbed, up in my attic bedroom.  I walked between
Rusty and Darren as they led me I knew not where.  Rusty prodded me
again when I hesitated,  Darren held my hands out in front of me and
pulled me forward.  But a mere ten steps later, they stopped me, and
turned me so they were both behind me.  Since it hid my dotties and
belly button from them, and the front of my panties, that suited me
fine.  I knew we were still in my bedroom somewhere, but I didn't know
what direction we had gone, or even if we'd gone in a straight line.

"Get your arms up, Marie!" Darren demanded.

I raised my arms up.  I felt no caress of silk that I would have felt.
It was so silly of me to pretend I had my nightgown on, but I kept it up
anyway.  It would have been even more embarassing to admit it was all a
lie now.  Besides, the idea excited me.  I was going to get away with
letting them see me in my panties, and not get in any trouble for it, as
long as I didn't say anything.

Obviously, they didn't mind either, and weren't going to spoil what they
had.  What kind of boy would blab, and ruin everything, when he had a
pretty eight-year-old girl in her panties?  Only an idiot!  Darren and
Rusty were mean to me sometimes, but they weren't idiots.

It excited me to think they were going to tie me up that way, in just my
panties from the beginning.  The nervousness in my tummy tickled me in a
strange and pleasant way.

Darren held my forearm and looped a thick leather belt, a man's belt.
over my hand.  I felt the buckle against the back of my wrist, with the
rest of the belt looped through it.  He released my arm, but held me by
the belt.  The wide flat band of leather encircled my entire wrist, too
wide to slip at all.  Rusty copied him with another thick leather belt
around my left wrist, also with the buckle against the back of my wrist.
The boys jerked upward on my wrists several times, forcing me to raise
my arms even higher still.  That stretched out my chest and tummy again,
making my ribs stand out, but the boys were behind me so they couldn't
see.  The belt on my right wrist tugged gently a number of times, then
stopped.  The other one kept going up and down.

"Here, let me get that," Darren said.  In seconds, the left belt stopped
moving around also, at the same height as the right belt.

When I lowered my arms again, they didn't go anywhere.  The belts held
my arms raised high, straight, and fairly wide apart.  I experimented,
pulling down harder.  They tightened up, squeezing me in an unbreakable
grip, so I knew the only way I could get my wrists out of them would be
by standing on tip-toe and lifting my arms higher.  That was no problem.
Thinking it would be fairly easy to escape, when I decided to escape, I
smiled.  Meanwhile I enjoyed the feeling of standing there, knowing the
boys had to be looking at my bare back, my bare legs, and my white silk
panties with the lacy pink trim.

'I'm a little devil!' I giggled to myself, thinking of the bright red
words on the back of my panties, which the boys could see again.

"Step up," Rusty prompted me, pushing my bare shoulder.  Again, it was
obvious to everyone I would have felt the absence of my nightgown, but
still we all pretended otherwise.

I raised my foot and felt forward for something to step up onto.  A hand
against my knee pushed my leg to the side instead.  I found a stack of
books, which Rusty must have brought up with him, just beside where my
foot had been.  I lifted my foot and placed it on top of the stack.

"Now the other one," Rusty continued.

I lifted my other foot, having to support some of my weight with my arms
to keep from falling, and found another stack of books, slightly off to
the other side like the first stack.  Centering my feet on both stacks,
and steadying myself with the belts, I straightened up.  I stood a full
head higher than before, even though my legs were slightly apart.  The
belts hung loosely against my wrists.  It would be very easy to escape,
I thought with relief.

Then someone took up the slack in the belts, raising my arms up higher.
When he finished, my arms were again held out straight, a little wider
than before, and once again I couldn't lower them.  The boys chuckled.
Something amused them.  They were planning something mean, I worried.

I worried even more when they pulled a book from under each of my feet.
My plan to stand on tip-toe became impossible.  I almost was, already,
with my heels barely touching when my arms stretched the most.

At that moment, Darren untied the sock that kept me blindfolded, and
pulled it away from my head.  With the interference removed, my long
brown hair fell free.  My hair felt nicer than silk, satin, or mink,
Unky Luke had always said, and I happened to agree.  I had compared it
with all three, so I knew.  I felt the waves of softness slide down to
the middle of my back.  I blinked, opening my eyes to bright light for
the first time since Darren had blindfolded me, about an hour earlier.

Then I saw where I was in my bedroom.

"Hey!" I screamed.  "Heyyyy!!  Take me down from here!  Take me down!!
Take me dowwwwwwwwn!" I pleaded.

What had me so upset was the wonderful view I had from my new location.
I could see my playground, the orchard and flower gardens, the windmill,
the barn and corn cribs, the long row of stables on our farm, and dozens
of farm fields all around, including Darren and Rusty's farm half a mile
away, through the large window looking west from my bedroom.

Looking up, I saw that the belts keeping my arms held high and wide hung
by long ropes around the curtain rod.  I was closer to the window than
the curtains were, visible to anyone who might walk by, from all of the
places I could see.

I struggled madly, jerking on the belts.  My foot slipped off one of the
stacks of books, and I lost my balance for several seconds, hanging by
my arms and kicking wildly until my foot found the stack again.  "Take
me dowwwwn!  Take me dowwn!  Oh please, please take me down!" I repeated
frantically.

Both boys laughed and laughed and laughed, so hard they began gasping
for breath.  They didn't seem inclined to cooperate.  What boy would?

"Didn't you say you wanted to be tied up in a different way, a different
place, Marie?" Rusty goaded me.  "Well, you got your wish!"

"Yes, but not here!  Nooooooo!  Oh, please, take me dowwwwn!" I begged.
There was no point now in pretending.  All I had on was my panties, and
all three of us obviously knew it, and I did not want to be there, not
where they'd tied me, in just my panties!  "Oh, please!" I almost cried.

The boys kept laughing, standing behind me and watching me.  They must
have loved the sight of me, with only a little part of my wrists covered
by the belts, my legs apart in order to stay on the books, and my bright
white silk panties wiggling back and forth.  Anyone seeing me from the
ground outside would see the same thing, I knew.

"Oh please, please, take me dowwwwnn," I whined, without much hope left.
They were mean boys, I knew that now, and the worse it was for me, the
more they would like it.

"I don't think so," Darren panted, still laughing.  "It's time for you
to pay us what you agreed."

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused and afraid.

"The one spanking from me, remember?" Rusty explained.  Then he turned
to Darren and asked, "Where did you leave the stick?"

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()

      This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www
-- 
  Georgie Porgie
  georgieporgie@fastmail.fm

-- 
http://www.fastmail.fm - Choose from over 50 domains or use your own

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}|
|Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org>      |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+