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From: Memento Mori <badfred99@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Party Where They Kill Girls (part 2 of 5) (FF Ff MF Mf bondage torture rape snuff viol caution)
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Date: Wed, 05 Jan 2011 22:10:02 -0500
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Summary:  To solve a series of horrible murders, a young and sexy Boston
detective must descend into the very depths of the sado-sexual underworld.



* * * * *

Part 2

We strolled along that stretch of Charles Street west of The
Commons, passing other couples holding hands, packs of rowdy teens
running and shouting, and a group of Chinese tourists, all wearing
the same color tee-shirts.  Even with all my experience in heels,
I struggled to walk fast enough.  She turned to me.  "Keep up."

"Sorry, it's the shoes."

She shrugged.  "Nobody forced you to wear five inch heels."

I squatted down and massaged my foot.  She stepped to me and gripped
my shoulder.  "Come on.  If you can't take a few aches and pains,
it's gonna be a long night for you."

I stood and followed her along the dark sidewalk.  "Yes mistress."

She stopped.  "Not 'mistress'!"

"Uh -- okay.  What should I call you?"

"I told you.  Call me 'Sara'.  That's my name, and I hate all that
phony roleplaying shit.  Got it?"

"Sure."

Again, we walked on.  After we passed Beacon Street and entered
the old red-brick neighborhood, I asked, "So, anyway, what are you
into?"

Quick as a cat, she turned, grabbed my throat, and shoved me
against an iron fence in front of a recessed courtyard.  She got
real close, face to face.

"I'm into *you*."  Her mouth was so close.  Her eyes were so pretty
in the soft light.  "Kiss me."  I kissed her, right there on the
cold Boston street.  "And let's take off that stupid collar."  She
reached behind my neck, undid the buckle, and removed it.  Then
she tossed it over the fence.  When I turned and heard it settle
into the bushes below, she reached around me, embracing me and
pinning me to the fence.  She squeezed my breasts.  "I'll give you
something much nicer than that, dear, a whole different kind of
collar.  Now, come along."

We began walking again.

"And keep up, or I'll strangle you and dump you in the river."


* * * * *


We climbed steep stairs to her apartment perched above an antique
shop.  When we arrived on the landing, she removed a set of keys
from her purse and unlocked the door.  Inside, the lights were on.

The apartment was elegant.  Above us, there hung a lamp with a
complex, twisting shape and clear, delicate bulbs.  Their light
shone over white walls and a hardwood floor.  The walls were bare,
except for a single piece of abstract art that hung along the hall.
It was blue, mostly.

She set down her purse on a small glass table against the wall.
On the table was a glass bowl full of mail.  She took out the mail,
sorted through it quickly, then tossed her keys into the same bowl.
"Follow me," she said and headed down the hall.

As we neared the end, a figure emerged blocking our progress.  A
girl.  A  very pretty girl with black hair in ringlets, soft blue
eyes over pallid cheeks, and rose colored lips forming a heart
shaped mouth.  She wore a little blue jumper dress that hung to
her knees.  Beneath that, a yellow tee.  Her shoes were black
and white saddle-stitch with flat heels.  When we got close, she
stepped forward and raised her chin to us.  "Hi Sara!" she said
with a gigantic smile.  Then she posed with her hands gripped
behind her back and her budding chest thrust out.  She couldn't
have been much over fourteen.

"Hello dear," Sara said.  "This is my new friend Amber.  Amber,
this is Madeline, my niece."

"Hello Madeline," I said.

"Hi Amber."  She stepped forward, near to me, her hands still behind
her, pivoting and looking down in affected, but still delightful,
reserve.  Then she peered over to Sara with a fiendish grin.  "Is
Amber a dom or a sub?"

"A sub, dear."

"Aw."  She looked up at me.  She reached and touched.  *Touched*!
Her fingers passed lightly over my chest.  "Too bad," she said.
"I prefer doms."

"Uh -- Madeline, how old are you?" I asked.

"Fifteen."  Her pretend shyness had evaporated.

"Sweetie, that's too young."

*A crime*!  Just being this close to her was a crime.  I stepped
back.

"Madeline, dear," her aunt said, "why don't you go to your room."

Madeline spun and faced her.  "Aw!  Why?  She's a sub.  Order her
to play with me!"

"Not tonight, dear."

The girl stomped her foot.

"Madeline!  Go!  Now!"

Madeline faced her with a defiant look.  They stared, the two of
them.  Then, gradually, the girl's eyes dropped.  She stepped back.
"Fine!"  Her feet pounded back into the apartment.  A door slammed.

Sara turned to me.  "This is for tonight only.  Any reservations
you have, any inhibitions, I'll beat them out of you.  Come along."

She walked deeper into the apartment.  I followed.


* * * * *


The bedroom carpet was cream, the linens beige.  The walls were
bare, except again, there was one piece of abstract art, this time
mostly green.  Around the room there was a standard assortment of
white furniture, a dresser, a bedside table, a small desk with a
chair.

"Remove your shoes," she said.

I squatted, unclasped my shoes, and tossed them aside.

She motioned with her hand.  "Get onto the bed."

I climbed onto the bed, sitting on my knees, and adjusted my skirt.
She paced around me.  As she passed to my side, I sat upright,
facing forward.

"Remove your blouse."

"Wouldn't you like to do that?" I asked.

There was quiet, a long quiet.  After a while, I turned to look
over my shoulder.  She stood with her hands resting on her hips.

"Remove your blouse."

I unbuttoned my blouse, parted the front, and slipped it from my
shoulders.  It dropped behind me on the bed.

"Nice bra," she said.

"Thank you."  I still faced forward.

Soon, I felt her climb onto the mattress.  She touched my shoulder
and gently stroked.

"You're very beautiful," she said.

"Thank you."  I turned to look at her, but she grabbed my chin and
forced my head forward.

"Look ahead!"

"Yes, Sara."

She resumed her gentle petting.  A flush passed over me, but I
forced myself to relax.  Soon, her hands worked their way to my
front and, through my silky bra, stroked my breasts.  "Your breasts
are beautiful."

I bit my lip.  My eyes closed.

Next came the first bit of pain, a hard pinch on my left nipple,
then a sharp twist.  I let out the slightest moan.  Then more
pinches, a few flicks.  I squirmed, but only a bit.

"Mmm.  That feels nice," I said.

It really did.  It hurt, but still, a soft warmth spread over me.
A hunger began to grow.

"Relax your arms and your shoulders," she said.

I let my arms hang limp.  She removed my bra, letting my round
breasts hang free.  Then she grasped my elbows and pulled them
behind my back.  A sharp pain shot through my shoulders and chest.

"The trick is to get your elbows to touch," she said.  "Relax a bit
more."

I was relaxing all I could.  She pulled harder, but they weren't
near to touching.  My tendons strained.

She released my arms and they dropped to my side.  "I'll be back
with some rope."

She left the room.  I remained behind, still sitting on my knees.
Soon, my legs and feet began to cramp.  But I didn't move except
to squirm and feel the fabric of my skirt shift over my skin.

Time passed and she didn't return.  After a while, I reached up
to my left nipple.  Just as she had, I twisted and pinched, very
hard, harder even than she, as hard as I could, until I grunted.
I kept squeezing.  Between my fingers, I felt my nipple swell.

Then I glanced and saw her standing in the doorway holding a length
of rope.

"Enjoying yourself?"

I kept pinching.  Then I pinched the other.

"Oh god, please hurry," I said.

She came to me and climbed onto the bed.  Then she grasped my chin
and kissed me hard on the mouth.  "No.  We're gonna take a very
long time."

Then she got behind me, and again she pulled back my elbows, but
this time she wrapped my forearms with rope, round and round.  When
she had them well wrapped, she pulled the rope tight.

Pain.  Real pain.  Through my shoulders and joints.  No sissy
little tweaks or pinches.  I bit down hard and hissed.  I grunted
and squirmed.  I couldn't take it.  She pulled a bit more and I
felt my elbows touch.  Then I felt her tie off the rope and cinch
up the knot.

"How's that?" she asked.

"Oh fuck it hurts."  I gasped.  Tears began to flow.

"Oh sweetie," she said, her voice sounding so far away, "we've
hardly begun."

Then she shifted around in front of me.  She caressed my face and
brushed away a tear.  "Aw, you pretty little thing, let's stop this
crying."

I forced myself to stop, but my heart kept pounding.  My breath
came in sharp bursts.

"Now," she said, "you need to make a choice."

"Okay."

"Actually, you'll get to make exactly two choices tonight, and
they're each very important.  Are you ready for the first?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to be gagged?"

"Huh?"

"Myself, I prefer when the girl isn't gagged.  I like to be able
to hear her, for her to tell me what she feels, but still..."  She
arched her eyebrows.  "There'll be a lot of pain, and if you scream
or cry out, I'll kill you.  So choose carefully.  Would you like
a gag?"

I didn't answer right away.  She waited.

Could I stop myself from screaming?

She waited for a bit more.  "Well, which will it be?"

By then, the pain in my shoulders had eased.  My breathing was
steady, my pulse had slowed.  Plus, she was so beautiful.

"I don't want a gag."

A smile crossed her face, a pleasant smile.  "Good.  Very good.
Okay, we'll start with your breasts.  I find that the best way to
warm up."

My eyes got wide.  *We hadn't yet warmed up*?

She went to the dresser, opened a drawer, and removed a narrow
black crop maybe twenty inches long.  She returned to the bed.
"Okay, sweetie, stick out your chest.  And *don't* flinch.  You
don't wanna know what happens if you flinch.  Ready?"

I sat upright pressing out my chest.  She reached with the crop
and pressed its end against a nipple.  "Ready?"

"Yes."

She began with tiny swings, little impacts, mere flicks of her
wrist.  It stung, but I felt the warmth come.  I squirmed and
pressed out my chest more.

"That feels nice," I said.

She kept up the tiny smacks, but I sensed the impact increasing.
Soon, she was using less wrist and more arm, her elbows then her
shoulders, back and forth, forehand and backhand.  The hits became
serious.  They made loud smacks.  I began huffing and grunting.
Then I groaned.  Soon, just when I thought I could take no more,
she stopped.

I looked up at her, at her bright eyes and smiling face.  I let
out a long, deep breath.

"Wow," I said.

"Yeah.  You did good.  Look at your tits."  I looked.  They were
striped, deep red stripes.  "Those are gonna leave welts," she
said.  I smiled more.  "Yeah, you're gonna be proud of those."

I would.  I felt proud already.  I sat upright, chest out, and
waited for whatever was next.

She grabbed my hair and pushed back.  "Lie back, sweetie."  I
squirmed and lay back with my knees bent and my bound arms under
me.  "Well, you're nice and flexible that way," she said.  Then
she raised the front of my skirt and rubbed my pussy through my
panties.  "Mmm, wet."  Sensations shot through me.  Pure delight.
"My, you're dripping."

I grinned and squirmed.  "Please," I said.

She stopped.  "Not yet, dear.  First I'm gonna beat you more.  Roll
over."

She helped me roll over.  Then she raised my skirt, removed my
panties, and began to beat my ass with the crop.  And she didn't
begin slowly.  From the first to the last, the blows were hard.
*Whack, whack, whack*.  I began to grunt with each strike.  But
I didn't cry out.  Soon, she was grunting also, breathing hard.
"Fuck yeah," she said.  *Whack, whack, whack*.  It kept going and
going.  I began to cry.  But still, I didn't scream.

She paused.  "Aw, sweetie, don't cry.  You're doing great."

"It hurts."

"Yeah, but good girls don't cry.  Come now, get control of
yourself."

I got control, mostly.  A few sobs slipped through.  The beating
continued.

Then it stopped.  I let out a long whimper.  She sighed.  "Oh, I'm
out of breath.  You should see your ass, though.  It's beautiful."
She rubbed the tender flesh.  "It's so hot."

I let my eyes close and felt her touches, felt the warmth.

"Let's take a look at your asshole."  I felt my cheeks spread.
"Aw, it's so pretty."  She touched me *there*.  "We'll play with
that later."  Then, a kiss.  My eyes got wide, nobody had kissed
me *there* before.  "Now, sweetie, on your back again."

She rolled me over.  Again my weight rested on my bound arms.
"It's time for me to have some fun."

She kicked off her shoes and stood up on the bed.  Then she yanked
down her panties and straddled my face.  As she descended, my
mouth came open.  An eager tongue sought moist flesh.  She pressed
down hard, her pussy over my mouth, her ass over my nose, her
skirt blocking out the light.  The taste.  The smell.  Her thighs
squeezed hard around my head and blocked my ears.  I breathed deep.
I could sense nothing but her warm, wet places.  I kept my mouth
open, my tongue out as she ground her hips.  Again and again.  Her
pussy and ass.  So sweet.  She pinched my nipples hard when she
came.

She wobbled when she rose.  Then she rolled onto the bed next to
me and curled against me, stroking me.  We kissed.

"My god you're delightful," she said.  "That's the best come I've
had in a while."

I just breathed.  I lay and breathed, my face still wet from her
cunt, the smell so intense.  She plucked at one of my nipples.
"Hey sweetie," she said, "cat got your tongue?"

I turned to her, but no words came.  I just looked at her big brown
eyes.

At that exact moment, I cheated in my heart.  Oh poor, sweet Jenny.

"Aw."  She smiled.  "I guess there's only one thing left."

She rose and walked to the dresser, the same dresser from where
she'd taken the crop.  From the still open drawer, she removed a
wide-bladed, eight-inch knife.

Before I could respond, before I really understood, she had leapt
onto the bed again.  She shoved me down and straddled my chest.
Then she leaned toward me, holding the knife over me.  Her smile
was intense.  Her eyes blazed.

"So, my love, how badly do you want to die?"

I arched my hips to buck her off, but she shifted her weight forward
onto my chest and pinned me, crushing my arms, yanking the tendons
in my shoulders.  I cried out.

"No, no, sweetie.  Don't struggle.  Don't make a sound."

I was helpless, so I stopped struggling.

"Now -- how badly do you want to die?"

I could only manage a croak.  "I want to live."

She paused.  Then she said, "Why?"

Her eyes were wide, her face ecstatic.  She lowered the knife to
my throat.

"I don't know.  I just want to live."  The blade touched.  "Please."

She dragged the blade back and forth over my throat, barely
touching.  Then she stopped, moved the blade away, and slid down
me, drawing the point slowly over my breasts, its edge on me, but
not quite cutting.

"Okay, my dear.  You get to live."  I let out a long, deep breath.
"So, instead, how would you like to get properly fucked? -- pussy
and ass?"  She got off of me and raised my skirt again.  She
touched.

"Yes.  Yes.  Please yes."

She rose from the bed, returned the knife to the drawer, and came
back with a bottle of lubricant and a lovely pair of toys.

"Ready?"  I was very ready.  "Roll over.  On your knees."

She helped me worm my way onto my belly, then rise onto my knees,
my butt in the air.  I felt her apply the cold lubricant to my
anus.

The one toy was gelatinous and gently tapered, a thin end, but
the base seemed impossibly wide.  The other was a lovely curved
vibrator with a woman's shape.  It was pink.

She teased my anus with the tapered toy.  Then I felt it *press*.
"Ever had it in the ass before?"

"No."

"Aw.  Well, I'd like to tell you that I'll be gentle, but I won't."

I felt it slide in.  At first it was nice and tingly -- my toes
curled -- but as it went deep, and as it thickened, I began to feel
a sharp pain.  "Oh, oh, oh!"

"Aw sweetie, you're a champ.  A little more."  She pressed it in
further.  Then she began to pump, filling me.

"That hurts."

"Yeah."

"But it feels great."

"Yeah.  I know."

After a while, after much pumping in my aching ass, I heard a
sudden buzzing sound.  "Now, I think you'll like this part a lot."

Oh!  I was so very ready for *this part*.

She placed it on my clit, swirled it around my slit, got it nice
and slippery, then slipped it into my hole.  She fucked me with it.
She fucked me in both holes.

The pumping alternated.  When one went in, the other withdrew.
Back and forth in perfect time.  Climbing, rising delight.  Shudders
and shakes.  Soon, squeals.  I strained against my bonds, but felt
no pain.  I pressed my face into the mattress to muffle my yelps.

But still, I hadn't climaxed.  When that happened -- and I lingered
on the edge for a very long while, just teetering in that blissful
state of almost coming -- but when it came, it was like plunging
into the clear waters of a warm southern sea.


* * * * *


Sara cuddled me while I wept, a hot stream of tears pouring from
my eyes.

I couldn't say why I cried.  The tears just came, as if I'd been
holding them back my entire life.  She held me to her chest,
cupping my cheek and stroking my hair.  She didn't ask me why.  It
was as if *she just knew*.  After a while, after a long period of
her sweet warmth, my sobs slowed, my tears faded away.  "Well dear,
let's unbind you."

I gazed at her.  She slipped behind me and undid the knot, uncoiled
the rope, and let my stiff arms drop to my side.  Then she rubbed
my shoulders and joints.

"Are you sore?"

"Yeah.  It hurts a lot."

"Aw."  She gave me sweet kisses and rubbed my breasts.  I moved my
shoulders and arms as the circulation returned.

"Now, my dear," she said, "I said before you'd get to make two
decisions.  Now is when you'd make the second.  Except..."  She
slipped around in front of me.  "I'm not going to give you a
choice."

A soft kiss.  I reached and touched her with my newly free hands.

"Were I to give you a choice, now would be when you'd decide if
you'd be mine or not, if you'd stay with me, submit to me."

I touched her hand.  "I have to ask a question."

"Oh?"

"Yes."  She waited.  "The knife, the threats, were they real?"

"Oh sweetie, don't ever think about that, don't think about that
ever again."

"Please.  I need to know.  I really need to know."

She tilted her head.  "That part is fake.  I don't like roleplaying,
except for that one thing.  No, I wouldn't have cut you."

"Have you?  Have you ever killed?"

"No sweetie.  Of course not."

I sat for a bit.  I thought of Jenny and my old life.  Then I
thought of my new life.

"Yes," I said.  "I'm yours."

"Indeed yes.  You're mine now, body and soul."

"Yes."

It really wasn't a choice.

"Now, wait here.  I'm going to bring your new collar."

When she returned, she carried a fine necklace with a gold heart-
shaped pendant.  She also carried a small toolkit and a thick piece
of cloth.

She explained.  "There's no clasp.  Once it's on, you must never
remove it.  I will solder it."

She laid the cloth on the rear my neck.  Then she wrapped the
necklace around.  From the toolbox, she removed a solder gun.
"It has to heat up."  While it heated, she stroked my breasts.
Then she applied the solder and the heat and sealed it to me.  She
sealed her heart to me.

"You're marked now," she said, "as the property of a *Culture
Girl*."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, if nothing else, it gets you into the best parties.  But
more, it marks you as mine.  Folks in The Culture will know you by
my sign, the heart."

"Can I see it in the mirror?"

"Sure."

She led me to the door where there was a full length mirror.
I saw myself, my dark hair, my full breasts -- and their awful
welts glaring bright red -- and, around my neck, the delicate gold
pendant.

"Sara..."

"Yes?"

"I..."  I wasn't quite ready to say it.  I gulped and looked at
her with wide eyes.

"Aw, you're a doll, Amber."

"Thanks, but my name isn't Amber."

"Oh?"

I touched the heart.

"No.  It's Robin, Robin Wimberly.  I'm an undercover cop."

* * * * *

(To be continued)


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