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Subject: {ASSM} Gothic/Victorian
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Date: Sat, 22 Aug 2015 19:10:29 -0400
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   Gothic/Victorian



   The Autumn air crisp as I breathe it in with each fresh inhalation.  The
warm exhales turning to a mist in front of me.  I really love this time of
year.  The leaves crackling under my feet as I step spryly along, my
heeling clicking loudly as I move from streetlight glow to the next one. 
Looking at the stately houses, set back in the lawns.  This part of
Poughkeepsie having many houses from the 1800's.  This is where the wealthy
lived.  No.  Not Mathew Vassar or the Smith Brothers or the Nagengast's;
but the other wealthy.  Unusual to see a piece of property with a
substantial yard; but Academy Street still has a number of these homes.

   Well versed in history of Poughkeepsie.  My family, well a few
generations previous were part of this elite.  Unfortunately my grandmother
didn't handle money as well as her sister.  So, no I am not one of the
wealthy.  Just another hard working, girl; or woman.  I think the girl
thing went out somewhere before I reached my 44th birthday.

   A good thing Halloween is well past and not many walk this area at
night. I might be taken as a witch of old.  My dark clothing, sort of dated
as not modern and general appearance would tab me as a Goth or witch. 
Hoping goth is the choice people come up with.  Not fond of the thought of
being burned at a stake and all those painful tortures before the fire. 
Work me over and I will tell you everything and anything.  Laughing to
myself, thinking there must be a joke there someplace.

   Touching the wrought iron spikes of the fence as I arrive at my
destination.  Unlatching and swinging the gate open with a soft, in need of
oil, sound.  Feeling a little shiver as I look at the huge house framed
against the night sky.  The features not so defined in the dark; but my
mind picturing it in all of its Gothic grandeur.  The round turret room,
the lancet windows of the upper floors.  The elaborate woodwork classic,
minus gargoyles leering down on those below.

   Heeling again clicking on the walkway and then the sound of them on the
wooden steps and across the floor of the wraparound porch.  Lifting the
heavy metal knocker and twice knocking on the huge wooden door.  The hall
light coming on and glaring from the opaque glass squares framing the dark
door.

   Expecting to see a tall thin butler and the sound of a English voice;
but instead the soft southern drawl of the man opening the door.  A small
bow to me and the door opening wide to allow me to enter.  Slipping off my
black full length cape and elbows length gloves and undoing my scarf from
my head and waiting as he hangs them in a hall closet.

   Looking around and amazed once again at the fine woodwork of the
wainscoted walls, the solid doors leading off to the side of the wide
hallway and the wide sweeping stairway bisecting the middle of the huge
house.  Wall sconces resembling candle; but electrified, spaced along the
walls, not quite displacing the darkness in the corners.

   Loving the feel of the old wood against my fingers as I drag them along
the wall as we walk to the sitting room on the left side of the hall. 
Another bow from Balfour, "I will let Judge Schwartz know that you are here
Miss Rust.  Can I get you something to drink while you are waiting?"

   Sitting down in an upholstered wingback chair.  "A single malt scotch,
double over one cube if you would be so kind."

   "Very good ma'am.  Make yourself comfortable." Closing the door softly
behind him.

   Putting my hand bag on the floor by my feet and sitting back as I look
around at the formal setting room.  The old portrait painting denoting some
degree of family history.  The old style chairs and furniture.  Thinking
this is how it must have looked a hundred plus years ago.

   Feeling the warmth of the small fireplace displacing the chill of the
outside air.  The glow casting shadows on the walls.  Dancing movements of
barely seen outlines.  Thinking how I am a woman outdated by my birth. 
Content as I think on the yesteryears of this house, of this period of
history.  Still preserved to an umpteenth degree in this house.

   Not hearing the door opening and Balfour appearing, a small tray with
glasses, a bottle of The Macallan and a small ice bucket.  "Are you sure
you want scotch and ice or would you like me to pour it in the snifter."

   Looking at the bottle, then handing the snifter to Balfour and watching
as the glow of the scotch from the reflective liquid shifting gently in the
glass as he hands it back to me.  "Thank you, Balfour." Taking a slow sip,
balancing the drops on my tongue then letting the liquid slip down my
throat in a comfortably warming glow.  Nodding and a small smile as he
closes the door once again.

   Left in the solitude as I slowly sip the caramel colored nectar. 
Rolling it over my tongue and then swallowing again to warm my insides. 
Physically and emotionally bringing me to a calmness as I wait patiently.

   Again not hearing the door opening till I catch movement in the side of
my eye.  Balfour sliding the door open and then the Judge walking in and
taking a seat across from me.  Balfour setting down a snifter of cognac
beside the Judge.

   Waiting for the Judge to start the conversation.  Thinking on the times
that I have been at this house.  Not even sure of the count.  Once a month
during the summer, driving in from CT and then driving back the.  And then
the two or three times a month in off season.  The monies from this job off
setting the seasonal nature of my summer home rentals.  That and a couple
of bookkeeping clients and teaching a course or two at the community
college, supplementing my income nicely.

   The appraising eyes meeting mine, deciding my fate maybe as he would in
a courtroom.  Hooding mine as I lean back and slowly cross one long leg
over the other.  The wraparound black dress skirt lifting with my leg and
the two sides pulling apart slightly, leaving a gap of inverted vee at the
bottom.  Smiling slightly as I see his gaze drop fro a moment and then
return to my eyes.

   The Judge a tall slender man in his early seventies; his pure white hair
combed with a neat part.  His face impenetrable, even his ice blue eyes,
not showing any emotion.  Dressed in black slacks and a maroon dressing
gown just showing the white collar of his shirt.

   His steady gaze disconcerting as I now become nervous and again cross my
legs, beginning to fidget as I wait for him to speak.  Sipping more of my
scotch, the liquid calming my fluttering heart.  The skirt now exposing my
right thigh as my hand reaches and tugs the two sides of the hem over my
still tanned thighs.  I am sure that he was able to see the design on the
top of my thigh high before I pulled my skirt down.

   Looking back at the Judge and then undoing my legs once more, not
crossing this time; but letting them rest in front of me.  Sliding down a
little in the plush wing back and feeling the skirt ride up my thighs and
then slowly letting my legs slip apart, gaping them and knowing that the
light from the fire is reflecting off my inner thighs and further.

   Watching as he raises one hand and wiggle two fingers, spreading them
apart.  My legs opening more, then his waggle of fingers again and my
thighs spreading, unladylike wide now.  I can see, as I look down the tops
of my thighs highs and the tanned skin above them.  I am sure he is seeing
the cloth covered thrust of my full lips against my black thong.

   Wetting my lips as I wait, then responding to the movement of his hand
again, as he raises it higher and waggles the fingers apart one more time.
Touching, the bottom of the V at my neckline, and seeing the slight nod of
his head.  My fingers tugging slowly at my top and spreading the two sides
to show the frill on the edge of the cups of my thin black bra.  His
fingers continuing to move, till I have parted the top to expose the small
black mounds of my breasts.  Hard tips poking at the thin material, darting
the front of each cup.

   Reaching to my waist and undoing the tie at my waist and opening the
wraparound dress.  My bra and thong dark outlines, with my mostly toned
tummy now exposed for his viewing.  Setting my glass down and leaning
forward to shrug the dress off of my shoulders.  Then standing to my full
height to let him see me in bra and thong and stockings.  Undoing my hair
and shaking it so it is full over my shoulders and taking a couple of steps
forward.  Closing the distance between us, as I settle in front of him,
feeling the hardwood floor on my knees.

   Keeping my eyes to his as my hands reach up and touch his knees and
slowly ease them apart and knee walk the last foot between his legs.  My
hands sliding up his thighs, slowly, deliberately, pressing his trousers
against his inner thighs and then sliding under his dressing gown.  Fingers
moving up to the fly of his trousers and undoing the belt and tab.  Still
held by his gaze as my fingers deftly slip his zipper down with a soft
whisk of sound.  Parting the sides of his pants and reaching inside,
feeling his semi hard organ under his boxers.

   Fingers reaching in and touching the warmth of his sex muscle and the
wiry hair of his pubes.  Sliding the uncut heat and shaft out of the
opening and lowering my head to his lap.  My breath blowing over his slowly
unfurling cock.

   Lowering my head and touching my lips to his foreskin, tongue teasing
the mostly hidden helmet as my fingers circle and stroke up and down the
shaft.  Feeling it growing with each beat of his heart, as blood pumps into
his stiffening prick.  The skin slowly pulling back as his mushroom head
emerges and I suckle on the swelling head.  Slipping one hand into his
boxers opening and gently kneading the heavy and hairy ball sack.  Feeling
his cock twitch in my grip as I squeeze gently on the delicate orbs.

   Letting his cock free of my lips as I lower and lick from base to head,
tongue tip curling and swirling around the stiffening cock.  Slipping his
balls out of his drawers and lowering more to suck on one then the other.
Finally getting a vocal response as I hear an intake of breath and his hips
moving to rotate his body upwards.  Releasing his seed laden nuts and again
taking the head into my mouth.  My cheeks pulling in and out as I suckle
his warm soft prick.  Raising on my knees and slipping all the way down his
shaft and then back, teasing my throat with his gland.  Then pulling back.

   His hand moving to my head and pushing it down on his cock.  Wetly
suckling with the knob against my throat, eyes going wide as I try to time
my breathing with the plugging of my throat.  Feeling his hips rocking as I
know he is now close.  Eyes raising to his as I pull back till just the
head in my mouth.

   Squeezing my thighs tight on my fat and swollen labia.  Feeling my cunt
quivering as My juices seep through the material of my thong.  A soft growl
as I take the head again into my lips and let my mouth feast on the spongy
knot.

   His grip firm now and holding me down on the swollen gland.  Feeling him
jerk and lift as the first spurt of thick creamy seed slips down my throat.
Eyes watering as he forces my head lower.  Sputtering and gagging as more
of his seed is forced fed to my stomach.  My body warm with my struggle to
breath.  Finally allowed to pull back and sitting on the backs of my legs
as I take in long harsh gasps of precious oxygen.  Saliva and snot slipping
from my mouth and nose as I sit open mouthed for a few seconds.  Looking at
the slowly shrinking cock, white semen oozing from the cum slit.

   Reaching forward and using my tongue to lave and lick at the slick cock.
Fingers massaging the shaft to pull a few more drops of seed from the tip.
Nervously looking around for something to wipe against my moisture laden
face.  Embarrassed.

   As he leans over and slips the shoulder straps of my bra down my arms
and then pushes the cups down from my breasts.  Exposing the small mounds
of my breasts and the long thick nipples thrusting hard and aching from my
chest.

   A soft moan as his fingers touch the aroused nubs, fingers pads moving
over and around.  My chest lifting to his fingers and then a startled low
scream as his fingers dig cruelly into the ultra sensitive tissue.  My eyes
closing tight as I bite back another scream as his fingers pinch and twist
them hard.  Nostrils flaring and a low hiss escaping my pursed lips as my
thighs squeeze hard on the sudden spasm of release deep in my core.

   "Look at me." His first words opening my eyes and drawing them to the
fixed stare as he continues to apply pressure to my nipples.  My chest
heaving and lower body still shuddering with another small release. 
Worrying my lower lip with my teeth as I try to kneel and not jerk from his
grasp.  Small streams of tears slipping down my warm cheeks as I wait on
his instructions.  Lower lip trembling and then a gasp as he releases the
tips of my breasts.  My hand starting to reach for the bruised tissue; but
then stopping and holding them at my sides.

   "Strip now my girl." Reaching to my back and undoing my bra, then
sliding my thong down to my knees.  Rolling my thigh highs down my legs and
handing them and my thong to the Judge.

   Using my thong to wipe my face of the tears and spittle and snob and cum
and then shoving them into my mouth.  Tasting my juice and smelling my
musk. Both strong with my arousal.  His hand tying one thigh high around my
neck.  Then with a finger gesturing me to stand and turn around.  Using the
other to bind my wrists behind my back.

   The firm smacks of his hand on each of my cheeks and then his hands
reaching around and cupping my breasts.  Fingers savaging my nipples with
pinches and tugging and crushing.  My ass cheeks warm and still pleasantly
stinging, as opposed to my nipples that ache with pain and pleasure from
his attention.

   His hands turning me around to face him as he slips his semi hard cock
back into his trousers.  Standing up and grabbing the short length of the
stocking around my neck and leading me from the sitting room.  Bare naked
and helpless as I pad behind him.  The silk stocking tight on my throat
from the tautness of the slipknot he tied.

   Wondering whether we will go down or up this night.  He has taken me to
one or the other in the past.  Feeling the stairs under my feet, as he tugs
me upwards, my head lifted and not able to see the wooden steps underneath
my feet.  Just a vague view of Balfour as we pass him and reach the landing
of the second floor.  Then down the corridor and to a smaller stairwell
leading to the third floor.

   I know where we are heading.  Not his bedroom; but the turreted room. 
Tugging me through the doorway and pulling down on the choker at my neck.
"Kneel you nasty whore." Feeling the wood of the floor meeting my knees in
a painful confrontation as I try to balance myself.  Head bowed as I have
been instructed in the past and looking down at my parted knees as wait. 
So wanting to look up and view my surroundings; but knowing they have
probably changed little since the last time.  And that I would know the
contents of the room intimately before this night was over.

   The Judge has sexual needs; but he has others that he exercises in the
privacy of his home.  It would not be seemly to have them known to the
public.  So, he hires women to fulfill these needs for him.  Discreet
women, who he pays quite well.  Yes.  I am a woman for hire.  A whore, or
prostitute or call girl or street walker or whatever term you desire to
use. And I have actually done the street walking in this city and thanks to
the Judge, do not have to expose myself to the dangers of it as in the
past. I deal with a select clientele mostly of the Judge and his friends.

   Now the worse of my dangers are what are in this round room or in the
basement of his Gothic home.

   Yes, I have a fascination for Gothic/ Victorian architecture.  The
outside and the inside and all the thoughts that an old house like this
might conjure.

   Not looking up as I watch the Judge's feet move around the room out of
my lowered sight and hearing it stop at the wall on the far end of the
room. Then the footsteps returning and the shoes and pants ending a couple
pf steps in front of me.  The burst of pain and fire on my left breast
taking me by surprise.  A scream being pulled from deep inside me by the
sudden unexpected stroke.  The scream muffled by the soggy panties bulging
my lips.  Looking down to see the red mark blossoming on the side of my
breast.  Not caught off guard by the follow up stroke slapping against the
other breast.  Then the slow tattoo of strokes moving back and forth and
working over the soft tissue of my small mounds, then flicking at the hard
tips.  Hissing as the end of the crop darkens them and my moans coincide
with the clenching of my thighs and walls.  The pain eliciting the
discharge of my juices from my walls.

   The laugh, causing my face to redden like my breasts.  Then another
laugh from behind me and another from the side.  Not surprised by the
additional men in the room.  The Judge had his time alone with me.  Now he
wants to share his hobby with his other friends.  Kneeling with my breasts
burning and stinging from the attention.  Watching the crop waving in my
view and then lifting up and touching my chin.  Then lifting higher,
raising my head to look into the eyes of the Judge.  Seeing the sneer on
his lips as he taps my cheeks with the crop tip.  My eyes meeting his and
seeing movement out of the corner of my eye.

   Then jerking at the slap of another crop from behind, rising up between
my thighs to strike the meaty flesh of my partially open pussy.  My eyes
closing and opening as the sting and another and another slap up to strike
at my labia, causing the already swollen meat to swell further.  Trying to
maintain my gaze on the older man in front of me; but flinching with each
strike of his crop across my breasts again.  My body jerking and trembling
against the onslaught of the double cropping.

   The Judge having found early, the first time I came to this house.  That
my threshold for pain and pleasure quicker merge into one and the same. 
Breathing in deep breaths from my nose as I feel the crops bruising my
flesh and at the same time building up the pressure deep in my core.  Then
almost collapsing as they both stop at the same time.  My body still
quivering with sensation.

   Feeling the crop behind me now touching my flesh lightly, my skin
crawling with the touch as it moves over my ass cheeks and back and traces
down the line of my spine and slips between my ass cheeks, my gluts
squeezing on it as it touches my rose and probes it gently.  Then slips
lowers and teases between my cunt lips.  Whimpering as the tip saws in and
out of my wet pussy.  Licking my lips as I watch the Judge, not sure what
to expect from him and then the other man in the room.

   The tap, tap, tap, as the crop slap against my pussy lips, not letting
me focus as I try try to anticipate each blow from beneath me.  Then the
crop slashing back and forth against my breasts again.  My thighs trembling
as I teeter on my knees.  So close to an orgasm.  The pain feeding my
pleasure.  And then kneeling waiting for the next blows, that never come.

   Feeling the hand pushing on the back of my shoulders, forcing my face to
the floor, "spread your legs more whore and lift that ass." Obeying the
voice behind me and feeling someone kneeling behind me and then a cock
being pushed against my inflamed pussy lips.  The cock slipping easily
between the bruised fatty tissue.  Moaning as I feel the head shove into my
opening and then slide deeper with no resistance.  My lower body trembling
as I feel the warm flesh pressing against my ass cheeks as the man works
his cock in and out of me slowly, deliberately.  My walls squeezing on the
intruding cock.  Trying to milk it as it slides along the wet walls.  Then
a moan of loss as I feel it pull back, the head just filling my entrance.
The wet saliva striking the top of my ass crack and then flowing down to
the dark hole and past.

   The prick pulled free from my cunt and lifted to slide up and down my
ass crack.  Then positioned over my dark hole and grunting as I feel the
knob pressing at the wrinkled entrance.  Grunting again as one stab and
another fail to push into my hole.  The hands on my back and holding me
down as the man lifts up and uses his weight to force the blunt tip into my
asshole.  Eyes going wide as it stretches and pops into me.  The shaft
following and spreading my ring and burying it till his pubic hair is
scratching my soft ass cheeks.  Then pulling it back slowly and leaning
onto my back again, shoving it in hard and fast.  Pumping my colon till I
feel him lean hard on my back, and the head expanding more as he holds it
deep and pumps his seed deep into my body.  His balls slapping against my
swollen cunt lips and inner thighs.  Breathing hard as I wait and feel the
cock pulled from my ass.

   Then hearing the footsteps and my hair yanked back hard lfiting my head
and face to meet the shrinking cock of the man.  The organ smelling of his
cum and my pussy and ass as he pulls the nasty panties from my mouth and
forces his cock against my face and then into my mouth.  Tasting the soil
of my ass as I dutifully clean his penis of my skanky juices and taste.  My
head released as I lick at my lips.  Looking at the three men in front of
me.  Then lowering my head to the floor once again.  My sore nipples
teasingly swaying against the hardwood floor beneath me.  My cunt lips
swollen and discolored and wet with my grease and my ass cheeks burning and
red and seed beginning to leak out of my ass.

   Having seen my tormentors now.  The Judge, the Doctor and the
Philanthropist, these are the three men in the room.  These are the names
that I have given to them.  Of course no names have been mentioned; but the
Judge of course I know.  The Doctor is very well known plastic surgeon,
that I would never be able to afford to visit.  And the Philanthropist is
"old money" in the county.  Well known for his donations to numerous
charities and benefits.

   They are all three, older respected gentlemen of the community.  No one
would even think that they might have some special needs that are not
acceptable to most.

   Waiting expectantly once more, silent as I hear the movement around me.
Feeling my arms being untied and the stocking removed from my neck.

   "First thing, you ugly old cunt.  I want you to expel all of the cum you
are leaking onto my floor from your ass and then clean my floor of your ass
smell and taste." Carefully working my ass to push the not so creamy white
seed from my ass and then crawling backwards to lower my mouth over the
pile of cum and lick and suck it from the floor.  Blowing my breath to dry
the spot.  Then lowering my head again to await my next instruction.

   "Come to me slut, crawl to me my whore." Looking up and slowly crawling
on all fours to where the Judge is standing.  Feeling my bruised labia
swollen and chaffing as I move one leg then the other.  More cum slipping
from the ring of my ass, sliding down my taint.  Stopping and leaning down
to kiss his feet.  Feeling my hair yanked hard and head pulled back to look
up at the trio of men.  Then rising as I am pulled to my feet.

   Standing waiting as a chain creaking and groaning in the quietness of
the room is lowered from the ceiling and attached to a spreader bar on my
wrists and the feeling them pulled upward, stretching my arms.  A spreader
bar attached to my ankles to keep my legs open at shoulder length.  Then
small leather things attached to bolts in the floor and to my big toes. 
Then hearing the chain cranking again and link by link pulling my arms and
then my body and legs upward.  Feeling the strain of the weight on my arms
and then my legs as I try to support my body as I stand on tiptoe.

   Shifting from toe to toe to ease the strain as I hang naked and totally
exposed.  Looking at the walls of the not quite round; but octagonal turret
room.  The windows if I could see them are of an extra thickness to sound
proof them, as are the walls and ceiling.  Curtains drawn so that nothing
more then shadowy silhouettes at most can be seen of the room itself.  Each
wall of the room has items of bondage and torture to cover most needs. 
Small cabinets housing more implements of terror and pain are part of the
decor.  Some low stands and tables against the walls and a St.  Andrews
Cross at present hanging high in the rafters of the room at present. 
Numerous eyebolt screw holes in the floor in strategic places.  From
previous visits I am well aware that there are many items not seen and
tucked away.  And as well equipped at this large turret room is; the
basement dungeon is bleaker and housing numerous cells and more permanent
items of a BDSM nature.  The SM actually being the keywords of the
specialized needs of the men here.  With woman and some men as the M.  And
the Judge and his friends as the S.

   The men taking a refreshment break as I am left to marinate with the
strain of my weight and the thoughts passing through my mind, fed by past
experiences in this room.  A contract has been signed as to totally medical
expenses being taken care of by a dummy corporation if I should have need.
And an annuity to be paid to me if certain unfortunate circumstances should
come to past.  Just how valid that legal mumbo jumbo is I am not sure; but
I do know the cash in hand is very, very good.  There have been nights and
morning when I thought I might need of medical attention; but time heals
all, a little bit slower at my age then when I was young, but still time
has healed all with no permanent damage or scars.  Not quite sure what my
mental/emotional state might be though.

   Watching as refreshment time is over and the men move in different
directions to choose there particular implements.  Seeing the ball gag
pulled from a drawer and placed into my mouth, thankful that they have
waited to place it.  My mouth drying up quickly as my tongue is trapped to
the bottom of my mouth.  Turning my head to the Doctor who has his back to
me and causing a grinding of metal on metal.  Watching as he uses a file on
the teeth of clamps, sharpening them and then dipping them in a beaker of
antiseptic or alcohol.  My heart picking up speed as they walk closer. 
Taking long steady breaths.  Using a mantra to relax my body and mind.

   The Doctor's smile belaying the reach of his hand as he reaches out and
slowly massages my left nipple.  The flesh sore as his finger pull it and
then positions an alligator clip with bright teeth over the nub.  Then
looking into my eyes and releasing the spring.  My eyes closing as I feel
the slow bite of the sharp teeth on the sensitive flesh.  My body tensing
as I try to exhale.  Then flowing the warmth on my breasts as I look down
to see droplets of red forming where the teeth have sunk deep into the
tender flesh.  The sting like a dozen needles pushed in and pulled out
slowly.  The internal blow flow blocked off for the moment.  Then closing
my eyes as he repeats the procedure.  A whimper escaping my gag.  Looking
at the blunt tips of the next pair of clips.  Snuffing as I feel his finger
deftly finding my labia minora and tugging one and attaching the clip to
the delicate tissue, my body jerking; but secured from too much movement.
Then the matching clip on the other inner lip.  My chest heaving as he
attaches weight to the clips and the weight pulls the flesh obscenely
lower. The thin strips of meat being stretched well below my opening.  Then
weights hitched to the nipple clips, pulling down on my small breasts.

   Eyes closed as I try to control the pain/pleasure.  My body trembling as
I slowly become use to the pain.  knowing my grease is freely leaking
again. Flowing like the saliva dripping from my mouth in a long string. 
Already knowing the my eye shadow is smeared on my face showing the trails
of my tears on my cheeks.

   Not quite swaying freely; held in place by the thongs of leather on my
toes.  Then feeling the flogger take the first stroke across my buttocks.
That is the favorite of the third of my tormentors.  Moving deftly down the
backs of my thighs and then back up my buttocks to my back.  My body
shaking as I response to the pain of the tails.  Then feeling the crop
again teasing my nipples, striking the clamps and weights, lifting them and
dropping them to tug and pull at the raw flesh of my nipples.  As the Phil
works my upper body, the Doctor finding a stool and using a thin cane to
slap a line of red down my thighs and calves.  Dreading his line of choice
as he bypasses my ankles and the spreader and uses the cane on the bottoms
of my feet.  My body jerking hard, but the toe thongs keeping me from
moving them from his care.

   Salvia and snot and tears, like streams joining other streams and then
forming a river of liquid dripping in a thick string from my chin.  My head
moving side to side, as my body jerks and individual muscles spasm to the
touch of the cane.  The first line of marks now being covered again.  The
light snap of the supple wood stinging and then causing a steady pain as
the flesh turns red and then a much darker color.  The men shifting and
changing places as the flogger coats the front of my body with the pesky
bites of each tail and the crop toying with my cunt and the clamp on my
labia.  Them moving around to the back to smack it hard over my ass cheeks,
alternating the stroke of the cane and the crop as they work my ass cheeks.


   Sweat joining my other fluids as a sheen of heat and water sweat coat my
body.  My body wracking and writhing as I hang from the ceiling.  Spasms or
contractions, uncontrolled movements of my insides and muscles rioting with
each other as the three men work themselves into a frenzy.  The Judge and
Phil taking a break as the Doctor continues with his attention.  The cane
working my breasts, then across my belly, the skin dimpling in response to
the steady tap, tap, tap of the slender wood.  Actually the second one he
is using now.  Then feeling him move down one inner thigh and up the other.
My body jerking reflexively as the cane strikes the weight on my labia and
then moves to intimately work my inner and outer labia.  My insides roiling
and rippling as I try to maintain control.

   A steady whimpering of need spilling from my gagged mouth.  The sounds
incoherent words as I lose control of my body and mind.  My insides
clenching and contracting as the attention to my pearl, closes down my
mind. Hanging limply but still jerking to the Doctor's steady caning and
finally he has had enough and tired.  Walking to the others as they sit
watching my limp body.  Just whimpers and groans as I slowly revive to
consciousness with the help of smelling salts and water.  All of my body
aching as I try to move one muscle and then another.  The Doctor lowering
me, to sort of stand or hang flat footed on the floor.  Taking the weights
from my nipple and labia clamps.  My body jerking at the lessening
pressure.

   Checking my vitals and I can hear him telling them I am okay to
continue. Working my lips, thinking maybe I had better give them my
"Safeword".  But not able to form it as my body aches with the pain of the
various beating, and bruised, swollen and discoloring.  Choking as he takes
the gag from my mouth.  Another dose of smelling salts or whatever he is
using and my head clears somewhat as he undoes the spread on my ankles and
slowly lowers my body to the floor, undoing the spreader holding my arms.

   A sigh of relief as the weight is taken from my arms, whimperin in a
soft gurgle as he rolls me over onto my back.  And then jerking spastically
as he undoes one nipple clamp, then the other, then the ones on my inner
labia.  Screaming with the sudden flow of blood in my nipples. 
Surprisingly that pain worse then from my labia.  Curling up on the floor,
hands protectively forming a cup; but not touching my nipples and my thighs
squeezed tight to protect the tender tissue of my stretched and bruised
labia.

   Laying there shivering with sensation pain and yes pleasure for long
minutes, ignored by the men in the room as they talk and laugh over their
drinks, till there is a knock on the closed door of the room.  Looking up
from my cocoon of protection and watching Balfour open the door and lead a
young woman into the room.  Closing my eyes as I see her eyes glance to me
on the floor.  Not even sure what she might be seeing as I catch the look
of fear as she looks away quickly.  Her steps hesitant as Balfour leads her
into the vastness of this multi-walled room.

   A simple white shift covering her body as she is stopped in the spot
where I was hanging minutes or was it hours ago.  Time having no meaning at
some point in the torment.  Each second or minute lasting forever. 
Watching as the spreaders are attached to her wrists and ankles and the
ball gag from my mouth attached to hers.  Knowing she is tasting my saliva
and snob and tears mixed into a coating of horror covering the ball and
straps.  Seeing the red square of cloth and the yellow one placed in her
hands.  Her "Safe" signals, yellow to hold for a moment and the red of
course to stop everything and free her.

   The older men gathering around the girl, scissors easily snipping away
the simple shift and exposing her to the leers of the sadistic men.

   "Balfour, stand the slut Raven up, so sweet LeeAnn here might appreciate
our skills.  A soft whimper as Balfour pulls me to my feet and stands
alongside of me as I meet LeeAnn's stare.  Watching as it slides over my
body, taking in the ruined face, coated with my makeup and my body fluids.
The swollen nipples and the droplets of dried blood on the damaged tissue.
Then the marks of the crop and flogger and cane, coloring my body from my
breasts to my lower thighs.  My cunt lips still hanging obscenely lower
then the swollen outer lips.  Then turning slowly, gingerly to let LeeAnn
see the lovely color of my back, ass and the back of my legs.  Tears
coursing down my cheeks as I turn to face her again, Trying to balance on
one foot and then the other, as the pain of the caning on the soles of my
feet, make me sway in the grasp of Balfour.  The weight of my body pressing
down on the swollen feet, as I scream out in pain till Balfour holds me
pressed against his body.

   "Well, LeeAnn, you lovely young slut, are to you ready and still
willing? Doesn't the old whore Raven look like she has enjoyed our
attention immensely?  If you stay, you will see more of our plans for
Raven, that is after we are done with you girl."

   "So.  Shall we release you girl and pay for your taxi home?  Wave the
red flag girl if that is what you want." LeeAnn shaking her head no.

   The Judge taking the lead and using his crop to point out the lovely
anatomy of the young woman and how white her skin is at present and how
mottled it will be when they are finished.  Balfour cranking down the St.
Andrew's Cross from the ceiling and securing it in a horizontal position as
I totter, leaning against a wall, watching Lee Ann's body redden from the
initial contact of the crop.

   Balfour guiding me over to the readied apparatus and strapping my arms
and legs to the "X" arms of the cross and attaching a piece to rest my head
on as I lay on my back body facing the ceiling.  The modification to this
cross being a flat piece to hold part of my lower body and my upper body,
strapped to the extended "X".

   Turning my head to watch as they have begun to work on LeeAnn in
earnest. The flogger and cane now methodically crisscrossing her body with
reddening marks.  Being flat footed the soles of her feet are not touched
and her lower legs, just teased with the touch of the cane.  But the rest
of her body, where she can cover it with clothing, showing the reddening
caress and welts of their attention.  Their expert knowledge of the use of
their flagellation techniques, showing they have had much experience.

   Looking at her face and seeing the tears of pain washing down to merge
with her snot and saliva and sweat, as her body now glistens in the light
with a sheen of moisture.  Where they have not worked her nipples and
labia, initially, now giving her tender parts attention and seeing her body
jerking as her muscles and tissue responds to the specific carress.  My
nipples hard and aching as I watch, feeling moisture seeping from my hole
as I see her writhe through and orgasm as the Doctor plays a tune on her
swollen labia and clitoris.  The Judge using his crop and hooked end to
delve into her private holes and then tease her with the wet and scented
tip against her nose and mouth.  Watching as she waves the yellow flag
weakly for a moment and it slips from her grasp to flutter to the floor. 
The red one gripped tightly by her fist as she spasms to the amusement of
the old deviants.

   Taking her gag out and giving her a few precious drops of water and a
brief whiff of smelling salts to revive her body and highly aroused nerve
endings.  Then working her slowly and methodically to another quivering
release.  The girl hanging conscious; but her body too weak to respond to
more stimulii.

   The men taking another breather and the Doctor, giving me some water to
drink and then more.  Filling me with fluids as I lay helplessly strapped
to the frame.  Some gatorade being administered to LeeAnn, as she slowly
regains her strength and become aware of her surroundings.  Watching as the
Phil walks over to her and with his erect cock rub it along his pussy lips,
working it into her body and then fucking her slowly as he bites on her
nipples.  His hands gripping her ass cheeks and pulling her tight as he
empties his balls into her wet pussy.  Then pulling out and wiping his cock
head on her belly and clit.

   Having done with her, the Doctor walks over where I am strapped
horizontally to the cross and shows me a Wartenburg pinwheel that he slowly
draws over my body.  The sharp pins making my body crawl with sensation and
pull against my bonds a I moan weakly to continued stimulation of the
pinwheel.  Moving it over my breasts and then down my belly, back and
forth, the toned muscles under my skin rippleing and moving as he moves it
lower till it circles my navel and the over the my puffy pubes.  Moaning
loudly and pushing against the strap on my lower body.  Arms and legs
straining as my core tenses and my cunt ripples with pleasure as he teases
up and down my fat outer lips and then a low keening as it is rolled over
my inner lips and then back and cross over my smooth pearl.  My body
lifting and pushing against the pinwheel as he presses it more firmly and
the pins puncture my skin, small blood drops wells up as I strain and spasm
against the table.  Whimpering as the Doctor works over my body and psyche,
my hips rocking up to meet the tiny points of steel as my insides ripple in
a series of quick contractions.  Hissing as I try to control my response;
but feeling my body responding to each point as it indents my skin, eyes
closing as my juices flow freely from my abused cunt.  Licking my lips my
cunny quivers with need.

   "Please not more," begging as he his lips curl into a cruel smile and he
rolls the wheel again and again over both sets of my cunt lips and the
folds, not quite protecting my pearl.  Writhing against the straps holding
me to the cross as my core roils and spasm.  My nipples aching from the
overload of sensation in my body as I look at LeeAnn and seeing her seeing
me as a needy slut, helpless in the throes of my release.  Drool slipping
from my lips as I gurgle meaningless words and syllables.  Eyes closing and
finding my own personal world of sensation as my body continues to writhe
and tremble with undulating sensations of pleasure.  Sweating breaking out
on my body and coating the abused flesh with a sheen of moisture and heat.
Then a low scream of pleasure as my body arches against the wheel, feeling
it pricking my labia and clitoris.  Falling back and just shaking as the
Doctor continues a seemingly unending torture of pleasure.

   Opening my eyes after a long minute of no contact.  Feeling the
stickiness between my cunt lips and thighs from the profusion of grease
that leaked from my nasty hole.  My scent wafting strongly as my nostrils
pull in the smell of my musky cunt.

   My head being lifted as the Doctor gives me water with electrolytes to
keep me hydrated.  His fingers swiping across my puffy lips and inserting
them into my vagina, moving them slowly around and ducking them in and out
for a few strokes.  Then pulling them from me and wiping them over my face
and lips.  Feeding them to my mouth, as I dutifully lick my cum from his
digits.  Then tasting the fingers of the Phil, as he inserts his into my
mouth.  Tasting pussy, but not mine, and his seed that he coated on his
fingers from LeeAnn.  Licking and suckling his fingers clean of the scum as
I look up to his eyes.  Not showing disgust at what I am doing; but
actually relishing the taste of LeeAnn and man seed.

   Not sure of the time that I have been in this house.  Just knowing that
it has sucked on my emotions and body like a vampyre on its human host. 
Knowing that the Wartenburg pinwheel was not the reason for me being
strapped to this cross; but oh that so sated my overloaded body and drained
so much sexual engergy from me.

   Feeling relaxed and listless for the moment as I look over at LeeAnn who
is getting the feel of the pinwheel and squealing so deliciously as they
tease her body and hang clamps on her breasts and labia.  The intensity of
that wheel is overwhelming when you have been primed and charged with
sexual need.  Her body shivering like a dog throwing water as she is
brought to an orgasm.

   Knowing these men well, not just these three; but the others that
participate in this Sado/Masochistic Club.  It is a club of sorts.  All the
men, and I have seen at least eight different ones in this house, are also
members of the Amerida Club in Poughkeepsie.  A elite club for
professionals, with money and influence.  Very select membership.

   Taking slow deep breaths as this time, the Phil is quenching my thirst
with water, more the I really want in my stomach.  The quantity now
bloating me as I lay stationary on the modified cross.  They have finished
with LeeAnn for the moment, so I am next to get their attention again. 
They will rest for a few minutes and then proceed to what they have planned
for me.  Their "old nasty slut." Sometimes it bothers me at the disregard
that men have for women; but then I think on it.  I am as bad as them, as I
am allowing them to use me in this manner.  They are sick as am I. 
Thinking these profound thoughts as I lay naked, strapped to a cross.  My
body a mass of swollen and discoloring bruises and my body coated in sweat
and a variety of juices from all of my openings and male seed.  My answer
is simple: I need the generous payment of money that I receive for letting
them abuse women.  And I actually get off on being treated like this.  The
orgasms so intense and draining.  Such is how a naive Catholic girl turns
into a jaded Catholic woman.

   Moving my head to watch as the cross is lifted upright and watch as the
Judge comes around and fondles my breasts.  Not big for sure, even with the
swollen tissue, and not pretty with the thick oversized nipples and the
multi-colored skin.  Eyes closing as he teases and tugs the sensitive tips,
moaning softly as he gentle touch.  Then opening my eyes as he reaches to
his wrist and pulls off a half inch thick rubber band and stretching it
wide as he forces my breast meat into the small elastic circle.  The rubber
band squeezing my small mound into a tennis ball size orb.  Feeling the
restricted flow of blood as the band holds the breast into a darkening ball
of flesh, hanging from my chest.  His fingers deftly doing the same to the
other one.  My breasts are normally slightly sloping cones of flesh. 
Feeling a tightness and warm filling my chest as I feel the cross being
lowered again.  My looking like oversized golf ball raised for teeing off.
The long thick nipples thrusting proudly into the air.  Feeling the nipples
becoming more sensitive to just a movement of air across them.

   Then watching as a cart is moved over to the cross and watching as a
suction tube is lubed with vasoline around the edge and then attached to my
left nipple.  The suction on my breast and more particularly on my nipple,
making my eyes go wide as I feel the tip being pulled, caressed by the
suction and actually seeing it growing in size in the vacuum tube.  Then
the other one receiving the same treatment.  Moaning as I try to move my
upper torso to escape the sensory explosion of nerve endings.  The moan
seeming long and continuous as a cup is fastened over my labia and the
suction puffing up my cunt lips and a suction tube in the cup to work over
my clitoris, making the small pearl look like a tiny penis.  My body
trembling against my restraints as I feel the nerve endings sending
messages of erotic arousal to my core.  My chest heaving in deep breaths as
I pant trying to control my quivering flesh.

   Tears of frustration coursing down my face as I am hanging, highly
aroused and needing another release.  Watching as another cart is wheeled
to the other side of the cross, as the suction is increased on tubes.  My
eyes watching the obscene looking nipples, from the binding to the grossly
enlarged nipples and the fat pussy lips under the clear cup.  More water
being poured between my lips.  My mind not thinking other then on the
feelings of pleasure and pain my body tingling with sensations.

   Watching as the suction tubes are removed from my breasts and
embarrassed at the look.  Then feeling the cup pulled off of my labia and
the thickness of my cunt lips and the jutting clitoris.  Body shaking and
pulling at my bonds as the men tease my nipples and clit with their
fingers. Clamps again attached to my nipples again.  The pain dull and
sharp at the same time.  So needing to rub my nipples, to assuage the flesh
as feel clamp bite into my clitoris.  Opening my mouth to scream; but "O"
of the mouth ring allowing my tongue to wiggle in my open mouth, but
nothing more then loud moans escape.  Feeling flags placed in my hands to
signal my distress.  Right is red stop.  Left is yellow pause.

   My eyes closed as I feel the each tooth of the clamp in my pussy biting
into the highly swollen flesh.  My tongue wagging as I moan and scream and
whimper and groan in low volume as I voice my pain, pleasure, pain,
pleasure..........not even sure which is which anymore.

   Eyes opening wide as I feel and thick presence against my swollen cunt
lips.  Seeing Balfour standing between my legs his cock pushing at my fat
cunt lips.  The freaky head of his bulbous cock pushing into my cunt and
spreading the opening and then my walls as the thick mushroom sinks into my
extremely wet cunt.  The long shaft pressing it deep with one flick of his
muscular hips.  Did I mention that Balfour is a giant of a black man with a
proportionally sized cock to match.  Blinking and then eyes fluttering as
he shoves it home.  The length pushing the fat knob against my womb
opening. Feeling the uncomfortable pressure at my cervix as the knob pushes
deeper.  My body not able to move away from his rocking hips as he pulls
back and then roughly shoves it into my again.  Seemingly unending strokes
raping my cunt, filling it again and again and pulling back, my cunt lips
being pulled out gripping his cock and looking like raw meat around his
shaft.

   Then my body jerking as the Phil uses a violet wand to touch my nipples
shocking my body again and again.  The static electricity jolting my flesh
again and again.  Feeling the flesh rippling under my skin.  Then the
clamps being pulled off my breasts at the same time.  Body flailing
helplessly at the straps as I writhe with the sudden blood flow and and
then the one on my clit.  Spittle spewing from my mouth gag as I shake with
uncontrolled spasms.  My cunt contracting hard on the thick black cock. 
Cumming hard again and again in a series of rippling waves as my cunt
grasps the thick cock like a glove.

   Then another violent spasms as they hold the violent wand to my
clitoris. My whole body tensing.  Muscles contracting and spasming, toes
curling as my body goes cold and breaks out in sweat.  Not even aware of
Balfour leaning into my body as his cock spews his potent black seed, deep
in my cunt, scalding my walls with his thick cream.  Holding it as the head
swells and jets more cum and again.  Feeling his balls slapping on my ass
and resting there as he pumps the last of his cum into my body.  Barely
aware as my head jerks as the Doctor waves some of his smelling salts under
my nose.  My head clearing and feeing the sensations in my body in
intensely magnified waves.  Not sure that he isn't using something else to
clear my head.

   Feeling a headache as I become aware of Balfour pulling from my messy
cunt and his seed slipping from my slack and gaped hole.  Tongue flicking
at my spider gag.  Looking up and seeing two of my tormentors standing over
my head and jerking their normal sized cocks over my face and feeling them
spewing their cum into my open mouth and my face.  The third one jerking
off on my cunt lips.  Not able to escape their cum in my mouth and then
feeling one of them actually pissing into my mouth.  Gurgling as the warm
urine fills my mouth and then coughing as I try to push it out of my mouth.
My face splattered with the piss.  Laying back totally drained my hair damp
hanks coated with piss as is my face.

   Too weak and broken to even protest what might be next as I lay,
breathing raggedly as I lay with cum slipping from my used cunt with a long
string of white rope hanging my skanky labia to the floor beneath me. 
Moaning and jerking as I open my eyes to feel the cane against my still
confined breasts and engorged clit.  Body jerking as the light strokes are
jolts of pain, that I am actually craving at this time.  Finally the light
blows ending and the rubber band carefully cut from my small balloon like
breasts.  The sensation having me writhing and feeling a hand pressing on
my stomach.  Venting my bladder in a strong stream of piss arching and then
just flowing between my legs to the floor.  The pain of the voiding of my
bladder as bad and as good as the rest of the pain of this session.

   Wondering if this is over as I lay with the smell of my piss adding to
the musk of the room.  Not sure what other indignity they might do to my
body.  Looking at LeeAnn, seeing her looking back with a look of fear on
her face and maybe pity.  Watching as Balfour releasing her and supports
her to a standing stock and bent over, hands and feet encased in the wood.

   The cross being tilted upright and my arms and legs undone and then my
gag, Balfour supporting me as he undoes the strap holding me around my
torso.  Crumpling into his arms, too weak to support myself and finding him
lowering me, not ungently to the floor.  Lying next to a puddle of piss and
male cum.

   "Clean up your mess you nasty skank." Hearing the words; but not
registering there meaning till I feel the crop slapping against my bruised
cunt lips.  The second stroke driving me to lean over and lick at the
puddle.  Tasting my urine and Balfour cum mixed in a cloudy puddle.  The
crop annoyingly touching my bruised cunt and breasts as I tongue the
hardwood clean.  Feeling myself flushing from the humiliation as inhale the
stink of my body, coated with sweat and piss and cum.

   Hearing movement scrapping on the floor and watching as a low stool is
positioned on the floor.  " Come here slut." The crop indicating the low
stool.  Crawling over to it as I best I could with all of my body aching
and tired from the ordeal.  Positioning myself over it so my stomach is
resting on the top, my chest, breasts dangling over the floor.  My feet
spread to be bound to eyebolts in the floor and then my arms stretched
forward and pulled to another set.  Leaving my ass raised and legs spread
as I await the next travail.  Listening as they discuss whether to gag me
or not.

   Raising my head to look at LeeAnn who is looking back at me.  I think
seeing shock or is it disgust in her face at what I have allowed these men
to do to me.  Lowering my head back to the floor, my hair falling in lanks
of dampness spreading around my lowered head.  What more can they have in
store for me this night.  It doesn't really matter, as I am much to weak in
body and spirit to resist.  The money will make up for the pain and my body
still is young enough to recover in a few days from what they have
subjected it to thus far.

   Hearing a tapping on the hardwood floor behind me at the entrance to the
turret room and not able to turn my head to see.  Knowing it has to be
Balfour as the three old perverts are standing in front of me.  Watching as
I raise my head to look at them and then LeeAnn.  Seeing her eyes behind
me, and a look of fear in them as they go wide.

   Taking a deep breath as I wait and then hear the tapping again closer.
The snort and then the cool wetness between my thighs, touching my swollen
cunt lips the first inkling of what is to be my next trial.  Shifting my
legs as best I can to escape the touch of the cool wet sniffling.  The
explanation just dawning in my mind, as I jerk against the low table as I
feel the long wet tongue slip underneath me and swipe at the skanky lips of
my pussy.

   "NO.  NOOOOO." My scream loud as I feel the tongue pushing into my
opening, licking at my flesh and savoring my juices and that of the cum
still inside of me.  Pulling at my bonds to escape the long flexible muscle
as it feeds on my inner body, insinuating itself deeper into my cunt as I
writhe to escape it touch and the nastiness of a dog licking at my body.

   The rough fur of his head, and I assume it is a male dog, tickling the
insides of my thighs as he continues to lick at my messy cunt.  My eyes
closed tight as I whimper and moan.  Not only in frustration and
embarrassment; but in pleasure as the tongue arouses my sensitive tissue.

   Shaking my head on the floor side to side as the tongue slips over my
folds and brushes my clit again and again.  The slobber of his attention
wetting the insides of my thighs with his thick saliva.  My legs tensing as
he continues to feed on my pubic area and occasionally on my ass crack.  My
nipples hardened and swelling to the fullness size as they achingly swing
beneath my body.  My hands curling into fists clenching and unclenching. 
Looking up begging with my face and mouth.  As the dog takes my pussy and
turns it into a series of throbbing nerve endings.

   Mewling helplessly as the dog takes an orgasm from my body, toes curling
and my chest flushing as I ride his face and actually push my cunt to his
tongue.  Eyes wide as I look up at LeeAnn and then the leering men. 
Hissing as I shudder to a messy release, spewing more of my grease from my
cunt onto the flexible muscle.  Riding the orgasm till I collapse on the
stool, too weak to respond, as my insides continue quiver.

   Not even thinking about the next step in the progression, as I feel the
dog pull from between my legs and then feel the weight of the beast as it
pushes the breath out of my body as it lands on the small of my back. 
Trying to look back and see what is on top of me as I feel the paws
scratching my flesh as they are moved to each side of my hips.  Still the
lower body of the huge animal is pressing down on my ass cheeks and I can
feel the probing heated touch of the dog cock, between my thighs.

   "Please, NO.........plesae.......no, no....don't do this........." My
words soft and pleading as I feel the slick doggy cock press against my
cunt lips, then miss them in some spastic thrusts of the muscled hips of
the beast.  Then feeling Balfour step up and position the red cock against
my cunt, and screaming as the dog forces it deep in one hurried stroke. 
Then the strokes of the cock fast and hard as the grips his paws around my
waist and pulling at it.  Streams of saliva wetting my upper back and neck
and hair as the huge head sprays his nasty smelling spittle around the
immediate area.

   His huge penis, hard and long and thick as it rams my cunt open and
fills it again and again and again in a seemingly unending relentless
assault into my body.  Grunting in between my pleas, as I rock to the
rhythm of his cock pile driving my tunnel.  The fucking organ so big and
long.  Moaning as I feel the dog tensing up and his knot at the bruised
entrance.  HIs powerful hips thrusting it against my vagina and pushing it
to wedge at my entrance.  My eyes wide and staring as I feel the fullness
of the knot on the already sore flesh, wondering if he has torn my flesh as
I feel moisture seeping from my cunt unto my cunt lips and thighs.  The dog
holding his cock tight as he spurts his thin runny cum into me, seeding me
like he would one of his bitches.  Filling my cunt with the hope of giving
me a litter of puppies.

   Holding my breath and trying not to move as he tugs and pulls and with a
loud plop, pulls his knot and cock from my pussy.  Exhaling my breath as I
feel him withdraw.  A seeming flood of his cum slipping from my coated
walls and coating my lips and thighs and most likely the flood beneath me.
Lowering my head and sobbing, tears coating my cheeks and chin as I shut my
eyes tight and try to block out the most recent defilement to my body.

   Feeling the dog licking at my battered thighs and cunt and then pulled
away with a soft growl.  The dog being led around to stand in front of me
as the Doctor pulls my head up by my hair and I get to view the dog whom I
have just been his bitch.  A mostly white Spanish Mastiff.  The Animal huge
and his facial fur coated with moisture that moist likely is my juices and
his cum.  The dog giving me a lick on the face.  Smelling his fetid breath
and my pussy, I swear I could smell my cunt on his fur.  Hanging weakly on
the low stool even after my arms and legs are freed.  Then finally after
long minutes sliding off of it at the instruction of the Judge and turning
to lick at the new puddle on the floor.  Tasting the slimey discharge of
the canine.  Feeling my stomach roiling and turning inside of me as I think
on being used by a..........dog.  Looking at the yellow material bunched in
one hand and the red one in the other hand and wondering why I didn't use
the red one to stop this inhuman rape of my body.

   The three men talking and laughing as they leave the room.  LeeAnn
looking down at me as I look to her and then crawling to a corner and
pulling my legs tight to my body.  Balfour returning in a few minutes and
giving me a bottle of water to sip on as I try to recover my strength and
my humanity.  Realizing I have stepped past one of the few remaining taboos
of my life.  How much more will I willingly allow to give up or have taken
from me?  Really too numb and tired to think on such things, only that I
will be paid well for this night.

   Balfour waking me from a restless sleep on a small cot in a room next to
the turret.  Dressing in a black robe and gingerly walking down the
backstairs with his assistance and then to a side entrance.  Waiting as he
opens the door and guides me to a long black car and hands me into the
back. A bag with my clothing awaiting me as I feel aches and pains of my
protesting body as I sit down and he quickly drives me back to my house. 
Grabbing my clothes and holding the robe tight to me as he follows me to
the house and makes sure I am home safely.  Reaching into a pocket and
pulling out a thick envelope.  Handing it to me as he leaves, closing the
front door behind him.  Looking down at the words on the envelope.  "Slut
Raven." Then a date written for when they want to see me next.  Wondering
if all this money is really worth the mental, physical and emotional pain.
Then holding the wall for balance as I tenderly walk to the kitchen and
check my calendar and write in the date for my next
assignation............Wearily climbing the stairs to the bathroom and a
mirror to assess the damage and what I will need to do to fix my aging body
so I can make church on Sunday..........









































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