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Subject: {ASSM} Yes Dear, Chapter Two (Drugged, Bondage, Art, Torture)
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Yes Dear By Not My Story Chapter 2

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Warning:

This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The
following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and
contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult,
or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it
is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

This is a copyrighted work. Copyright by Not My Story. Reposting
or any other use of it is strictly prohibited without the
express, written permission of the author, except that it may be
posted as part of a review or posted to a free-access,
noncommercial archive sites.

Disclaimer: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to
anyone, either alive or dead, is purely coincidental.

Thanks to Ted E. Bear again for taking time to edit, proof read
and contribute to this story. Thanks.


Please! Send me your comments! notmyst...@kc.rr.com

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Hearing the sounds of scrapping wood below her Kim tried her best
to look down distracted for a moment from the phallus being
slowly pressed into her pussy.

Lifting her head up, while arching her back, she was able to see
a panel of the wooden stage had been opened, and saw the camera
pointed up at her, filming her from below. She trembled, as the
tip of the steel rabbit-style vibrator was pulled from her body,
slid over the lips of her cunt, then slid slowly back in. The
vibrator had only been slid in about an inch again, before it was
withdrawn and rubbed over her pussy, then slid back in, as the
process was repeated over and over again, driving her mad with
lust.

Kim continued to attempt to protest the treatment that she was
enduring, now openly crying, while screaming into the gag. The
cold steel vibrator continued its assault on her cunt, slowly
sinking deeper and deeper into her with each insertion. She had
been skillfully tortured by the evil device, as the masked man
continued rubbing it into her body. She could feel the juices
from her cunt beginning to flow, not necessarily from passion or
desire, but rather as a simple reaction to the evil tool being
inserted over and over into her.

After what she felt was an eternity, the bastard had finally
worked the entire length of the dildo into her. He stroked it
inside of her, fully working it in and out, over and over again,
until he finally forced it in forcefully one last time, and then
turned it on. The slow hum of the vibrating rod buried inside of
her cunt, the rubbing of the tiny fingers of the rabbit pulsing
on her g-spot, caused her to squirm. She had never used a
vibrator before, and was disgusted by the device now buzzing
inside of her. She had stopped yelling, and was now simply trying
to keep her balance, and her head up, at the same time, to avoid
any additional pain. She tried desperately to make herself as
comfortable as possible in her current predicament.

She was left bound as she was, with the wicked little device
humming away inside of her, as June made some type of
announcement to the remaining guests, while the camera crews
repositioned themselves for the best shots, with the dimming
light of the sun.

Jake watched amazed, he had pulled it off. It had been just like
in the script. Two years ago Jake had selected a script from a
nobody writer, and after months of campaigning for his chance, he
was allowed to produce a movie using that script. The script was
about lust and revenge, and centered on a corporate executive who
steals an idea from a co-worker, then takes the credit for it,
ruining the other man's life. Knowing that he had been wronged,
the co-worker sets out for revenge. First by seducing the wife of
his adversary, and then blackmailing her into working as a
prostitute for him. The thief then puts the pieces together, and
saves his wife before its too late.

Jake had wanted to make a stylish movie, a combination Sliver
meets Basic Instinct, wrapped in Frantic. His big time dreams had
led to some unexpected cost overruns, forcing the bosses to
assign another producer to help on the project. The so called
help, quickly ruined Jake's dream, firing his pick for the
director and the leads, in favor of a no name director, and B
actors.

The project had gone down hill from there, and his vision of the
movie was quickly lost, as his co-producer sided with the sleazy
director on every decision to be made. In the end, the movie
turned out to be little more than a soft core skin flick, that
went straight to video. An unrated version made millions in
rentals, and on pay per view, leading to four sequels.

Jake remembered that first meeting he had met Greg Warner at. Mr.
Savitsky had just viewed the first unedited cut of the movie,
with Warner playing the part of his yes man. It was apparent from
the beginning that Warner was a complete suck up. After Savitsky
made the first comment about Jake's movie, saying that it had a
lot more skin than what he expected, Warner ran with it. Greg
blasted the movie, nitpicking everything about it. He talked
about it having a weak story line, poor acting, and no sense of
direction. He questioned how a script so poorly written had been
picked, and suggested that the studio not release it under its
own label, but use one of the independents that it worked with,
to try and salvage something from it.

By the end of the meeting, Warner had crucified Jake in the eyes
of the bosses, squarely laying the blame at Jake's feet. Jake
walked out of the meeting, having Savitsky calling him a smut
peddler, and his career looking like it would tank. That was
history, now that he had made millions for himself and the
studio, selling his smut, as Warner had called it. But still, he
couldn't get the bosses to give him a chance at anything other
than skin flicks, and he blamed Greg Warner for that.

He'd hated Warner for that ever since, but hadn't decided to act
on his hatred until recently. The plan first began forming in his
head when photo's of Kim in an "I Dream of Genie" outfit, that
she had worn for Halloween, appeared. Her brother-in-law, a
security guard at the front gate of the studio, had brought them
in to show his kids to his co-workers. A fellow guard, who had a
crush on Greg's sister-in-law, made scans of them, and from
there, they had been E-mailed to almost every man at the studio.
Many a laugh could be heard by the water cooler, about Kim being
too much woman for a loser Warner to handle. Jake had thought to
himself, upon seeing the photos, of how he'd like to handle
Warner's wife and show Greg a lesson.

Months later he had seen the photo of her with Mr. Savitsky in
the paper, later that same day he read the script for the fifth
sequel to his movie. While reading the script, crazy thoughts
began playing out in his head, thoughts of bringing the script to
life. After months of thinking about it, the thoughts changed
from crazy ideas bouncing around in his head, to a concerted plan
to make them a reality. Jake had seen Kim in person at the studio
gym, working out, while lying to her husband about how good he
looked.

It was the smirk on Greg Warner's face that day in the gym, that
brought about the final decision for Jake to go ahead with his
plans. Warner had seen Jake working out on a weight bench, and
frowned, acting superior because he still thought of Jake as a
filthy smut peddler. Jake looked back at him, creasing his
eyebrows, as the two exchanged their normal looks of disgust at
one another. It was then that Kim walked in, and stopped in front
of Greg. She commented on how good he looked, and how turned on
his exercising made her. Greg looked up at Jake, knowing that he
had heard the compliment that his beautiful wife had just paid
him, and smirked at Jake, flaunting it and his beautiful wife in
Jake's face.

Now, months later, Jake was the one smirking, as he watched the
beautiful Kim Warner squirm, while trying to turn her head away
from the camera now snapping shots of her face while that damned
vibrator buzzed erotically inside of her. Kim struggled futilely
with her hands, trying to wriggle her arms free of the sleeve and
Velcro restraints holding them in place. The muscles in her arms
and legs had begun cramping, and she continued to cause herself
pain by moving her head from side to side, which caused her to
pull on her hair, while trying to avoid the humiliation of having
her picture taken as she was.

She should have known that something was about to happen, when
the photographer with the still camera moved away, but the first
stroke of the whip came as a total shock to her. It wasn't really
painful, but the leather lashes of the cat-o-nine tails struck
her cunt all around the vibrator in her sex. She jumped forward
from the touch of the whip, and had to regain her balance, as she
was painfully held upright by her bound arms.

She had no sooner gotten her feet planted on the six inch heels,
than the second blow landed, just where the first one had. Again
she jumped, and was held up by her arms, causing her to shuffle
in order to regain her balance on her bound legs in those
terribly tall heels. The process was repeated time and time
again. By the twelfth stroke, she had stopped herself from
jumping off her feet. None of the strikes were especially
forceful, instead, they were more like the dropping of the whip
from a predefined height, without any added force behind the
blows. But by the twentieth strike, her cunt had grown tired and
sore from the repeated blows to the same area.

By the twenty-fifth blow, her cunt felt like it had been
pulverized by a meat tenderizer. But the blows didn't stop, and
at the thirty-sixth blow, she thought that it had broken her
skin, and felt like she was bleeding. By the forty-third strike,
she could feel what she was sure was blood running down her
thighs.

The Master, as he liked his model's to call him, continued the
whipping of his model's cunt, pleased to see her reacting so
well. The faint marks of his many blows would be gone in hours,
but he could see the juices from her cunt now flowing down her
legs in response to his torture. His fifty-seventh strike caused
the vibrator to fall out of her dripping wet pussy, and hit the
lens of the camera below the stage, capturing her torture from
that angle.

Pleased with the results of his efforts, the Master returned his
whip to his case, and after gathering what he needed, returned to
Kim's side. He looked down at her appreciatively, the mascara
running from her eyes, tears still falling from her eyes. He
knelt there, and reached under her to unzip the cup holding first
her right breast, and then her left.

He looked at her tits, dangling under her, what a firm beautiful
chest, he thought, as he slid the first silk and foam covered
nylon tie wrap up her tit, before pulling the straps behind her
back, and latched it in place. He had made the device from
scratch, and was happy to have such a beautiful model to test his
breast harness on for the very first time. He proceeded to
tighten the nylon tie encircling her left breast at its base, and
then did same to her right one. He tightened the left an
additional two snaps, followed by the right. His models breasts
now ballooned out under her, the ties making them look like water
filled balloons dangling under her. He then tightened the second
ring of the harness to each of her tits, tightening them just
above each nipple.

Kim felt more embarrassed than she had ever been in her entire
life, as the bastard in the mask continued to tighten and turn
the rings encasing her breasts. The pressure on her chest, as he
tightened each ring ever so slowly, grew more and more
uncomfortable with each snap. She felt sure that she would
collapse where she was, if he didn't stop doing this to her soon.
She could only imagine how she must look to the men out in the
diminishing crowd, watching her being abused. She tried to see
what he had done to her breasts, but couldn't lower her head far
enough to see her chest, with her hair tied as it was.

The Master leaned back and watched appreciatively as his model
spasmed out of control, the moment that the vicious alligator
clamp bit down on her engorged areola a spurt of milk shooting
from the tip. The young mother had stopped breast feeding months
ago, but had continued to pump her milk, enjoying the fullness of
her breasts after giving birth to her second child. She flailed
about for several minutes, before regaining some sense of
composure and finally worked herself back onto her bound feet.

"Here comes the other one." he warned her, holding the clamp out
in front of her face, before moving it under her, and attaching
it to her other nipple. A longer, and steady stream of milk
flowed from her second nipple. Kim lurched from the pain of the
second clamp being applied, but managed to keep her feet, and not
lose her balance on the tiny but tall heels of her shoes, knowing
that it was about to happen the second time around.

Kim looked into her torturers eyes hoping to see some sign of
mercy in the eyes of the monster causing her such humilation. To
her horror she watched as he began shaking his head, in approval.
She was sure he was smiling behind his mask as she was held bound
and humilatied in front of so many men and camera's. She trembled
in apprehention as he lowered his hand under her body and
squeezed her ballooning breast roughly causing a fresh stream of
milk to squart free of her nipple and dribble down the clamp
cruelly pinching her small dark erect nipple.


Please send me your comments and suggestions. thanks, 

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