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From: Don Winslow <dwin2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} On the Strip: A Vegas Story, part 3 (D/s, F/F, M/F, Spanking, 3/5)
Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 12:10:02 -0500
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On the Strip: A Vegas Story
Part 3
Don Winslow


The cruel dominatrix now turned her back on her distraught 
victim, leaving  the poor girl dangling there, panting 
heavily, blond head sunk low between up-stretched arms.  
Natalie began making a circuit of the room, as if 
inspecting it for the first time, pausing here and there to 
touch and handle, and occasionally to pick up and examine 
one of the many bizarre implements she found on the metal 
shelves.  She might have been some casual shopper, 
considering a purchase.


In time, she began to examine a selection of paddles, 
finally choosing one she thought would serve.   She left 
Nikki see the weapon she was about to use on her tail -- 
like one of those child's toys, the kind with a small 
rubber ball attached by means of an elastic string.  But 
this was no child's toy, the blade, hard but thin and 
pliant, would issue a stinging retort, as Natalie well 
knew.  She had used it on more than one occasion on the 
behinds of naughty girls she brought to her playroom for 
fun and games.  And now she intended to soundly paddle the 
girl, to give her a spanking right through the wire mesh 
lining.  A spanking that she would never forget!


The prisoner was taken down and allowed a few minutes 
respite, but only to be restrained once more, this time 
bent over and tied down across the padded back of a low 
rounded chair.  Her bent-over position, with wrists banded 
and attached to the legs of the chair, had her lush ass 
jutting out in wanton invitation. 


Natalie took her time. She was clearly enjoying herself as 
she took up her stance, booted feet set wide apart. 
Reaching down she ran a hand over the upraised mounds, 
following the plump, rounded counters, getting a piteous 
moan from her helpless captive.  


"Ever since I saw you, I wanted to get my hands on this big 
old can of yours," Natalie hissed.  "You think your ass is 
so pretty, don't you little slut, shaking it all round 
town, wagging it in my Bobby's face?  Well, this ass, of 
which you are so proud, is no longer yours.  From now on 
this ass belongs to me!"  So saying she delivered a hand 
slap to the object of her attentions.  Nikki jerked up with 
the impact, but she didn't make a sound.


Then Natalie touched the paddle to the poised rear end, 
lightly giving the girl just the slightest tap.  The bent-
over girl tensed, cringing with fear.  Natalie's lips 
curled in a wicked smile.  Raising her hand back, the stern 
disciplinarian, brought the paddle down swiftly in wide 
arc, solidly whacking the jutting mounds with a resounding 
smack that reverberated right through the rigid girl, who 
bounced up on her toes at each thudding impact.


"WHAP!" the shot rang out, and Nikki's head flew up as she 
screeched her outrage into the rubber gag.   Again and 
again, the deadly paddle smacked those solid, rounded 
asscheeks.


"WHAP!..WHAP!...WHAP!....WHAP!"  The grim disciplinarian had 
her victim hopping from foot to foot, dancing in fiery 
agitation; howling into her gag under the rain of smart 
whacks.


Natalie, who was quite expert in wielding a paddle, 
alternated squarely-placed smacks with the occasional  
glancing slap, delighting to see the wobbly mounds dancing.   
A set of choppy rapid smacks were soon driving the girl 
crazy; she shrieked and hollered , craning back and yanking 
in crazed frenzy on the taut restraints that held her over 
the padded chair.  Her bottom was wiggling uncontrollably 
now, churning wildly as one decisive whack after another 
was landed so methodically, with crisp, stinging authority.


"WHAP!...WHAP!...WHAP!...WHAP!...WHAP!"


By now the sadistic dominatrix was flushed and sweating, 
wildly excited, and grimly determined to punish the 
squirming bottom before her with unrelenting stinging 
smacks.  The pliant blade was meeting Nikki's behind 
squarely, flattening the spongy rear mounds, ricocheting 
off the bouncy bottom in even, syncopated rhythm.  The two 
men edged closer, fascinated, their pricks fully erect, and 
pressing with sexual hunger, hard against heir pants.  But 
they knew Natalie well; they would have to wait their 
chance.  A chance that would surely come.  Mrs. Giordello 
always took care of the hired help.


By the time she held her hand, after delivering twenty or 
thirty solid smacks, Natalie had reduced her beautiful 
rival to a mass of quivering jelly, the girl's once vibrant 
protests now nothing more than piteous weak moans. The last 
shot echoed in the silence of the room broken only by the 
sobs of the merciless matron's latest victim.  Nikki lay 
exhausted, bent over the chair, with head slumped down and 
eyes closed, hoping that her punished rear end had absorbed 
enough to satisfy her tormentor


Now Natalie, aroused and tingling with excitement to see 
the young girl suffering at her hands, reached between her 
victim's legs, grabbed a handful of Nikki's vulva, and 
squeezed the soft folds of flesh.  The muffled scream rang 
out and the girl shot up and writhed furiously as her 
mistress held her cunt in an iron grip.  The girl screamed.  
Natalie laughed and released her grip.  Then she went on to 
run a gloved hand over the punished ass that burned now in 
an angry, crimson hue.


Natalie stood regarding her handiwork.  At times like this, 
she wished she was a man!  But she had two men available, 
either one of whom would jump at the chance to do her 
bidding.  She drew them aside, and while the girl waited 
bent over the chair, eyes closed, her naked, freshly-
punished  bottom on display, they discussed her fate.


A coin was flipped.  Hutch won.  Franco shrugged.  Natalie 
handed the big man a tube of lubricant and nodded towards 
the girl, a strange smile wreathing her thin lips.  Hutch 
needed no further encouragement.   He stepped up to the 
jutting bottom, drop his pants and shoved his briefs down 
to his knees, to let a powerful erection leap forth.  He 
stood there grinning with delight, pants half-masted, 
working the lubricant into his stiff prick, as the while 
regarding, with surging lust, the crimson ass that beckoned 
him. The owner of that ass, who lay over the chair with 
eyes closed, panting heavily, didn't suspect that the 
mobster with the super-ready cock stood just behind her.  


Her first sign of the impending violation came when she 
felt two large calloused hands roughly grab her freshly 
tenderized ass, and rudely pry her rearcheeks apart.  She 
brayed her protest, but of course, it did no good.  Moving 
up, Hutch settled the bulbous head of his prick on Nikki's 
clenching anus and pushed, grimly determined to force his 
way in even though Nikki tightened up in instinctive fear.  
She writhed and squirmed, but the pressure was inexorable.  
Finally, the massive cock popped in, forcing its way 
through the fleshy ring of muscle that now yielded to the 
determined assault.  Craning back, the impaled blonde, 
threw her head back, and bit down harder on the rubber bit 
wedged between her teeth, as the widened knob of the 
mobster's prick entered her rectum, expanding her distended 
anus.  She arched her back, rearing up and twisting her 
shoulders in wild agitation.  His painful intrusion was 
forced upon her; a rude presence: overstuffed; a dull throb 
of pain.


Hutch grabbed her by the hips with his big beefy hands and 
held on, keeping up the steady, unrelenting pressure till 
he was well through the tight ring of muscle, and his cock  
slid right up Nikki's rearend in a single smooth 
penetration.  A low groan managed to find its way around 
the red ball.  As the big man worked his prick up her 
rectum the skewered woman wiggled and twisted, feet 
dancing, as she shook in agitated fury.  But he didn't stop 
until she'd taken his full length up her ass; his dangling 
balls slapping against that fully-curved bottom.


Natalie, watching the signs of arousal in the mobster's 
face, was reminded of a rutting bull, mounting a cow for 
some serious fucking.  She stepped closer, as he started 
moving, pumping into the bent-over girl, sliding his prick 
deep into the young woman's bowels in slow, methodical  
strokes while he held her by the hips.


Tiny  grunts were coming out around the ball gag, 
punctuating each thrust of the prick that ravaged Nikki 
Paradise's well-punished behind as the mobster's hips 
pounded into her abraded ass.  A brutal thrust of his 
pelvis drove his prick all the way up her ass, and so that 
he could grind his hips against the still-smarting twin 
contours.  Nikki groaned a long, wavering, deep-throated 
groan.


The powerful man threw back his head, and with a single 
brutal thrust, slammed into the mounted woman, buried 
himself in her bottom, and began fucking her with a 
driving, savage urgency that soon had her jogging back 
against him with bouncing fury.  He reached under her and 
grabbed her imprisoned breasts.
as he fucked the skewered blonde in rapid, heart-pounding 
thrusts.


He felt the wild escalation of pleasure -- a tremendous 
surge of triumph that rose up in him, and racked his 
stiffened, craning-back body.   An ecstatic thrill rocketed 
through him, and he was erupting, pumping jets of semen 
deep into the blond girl's agitated bottom, as she moaned 
her plaintive cry. 


For a long time no one moved.  Then the mobster eased back, 
withdrawing his spent prick out of Nikki's ass, for which 
she was immensely grateful   But if she thought they were 
through with her, she was sadly mistaken.  For the 
bedraggled girl, her long ordeal was just beginning, 
although she was to be given a respite.


For now a halt was called to the proceeding as the cruel 
mistress lit a cigarette and announced to her  henchmen, 
with coy, girlish smile, that she intended to go upstairs 
and "slip into something more comfortable."  They watched 
her boots stomp up the steps, leaving the girl in their 
hands.


They released the poor girl from her bent-over position, 
removed the gag, sending a flood of relief washing over the 
girl.  She was so grateful to be released, the girl groaned 
and mumbled her thanks, as they led her,  shaken, weak-
kneed to the chair she had been held over, and plunked her 
down.  Instantly she re-bounded with a sharp yelp as her 
tenderized rear end hit the cushion.  But she quickly re-
settled, sitting on the very edge of the chair, sprawling 
back in exhaustion, her reddened breasts heaving as she 
slowly recovered.


Meanwhile, her guards were busy mixing themselves some 
drinks at the small wet bar conveniently placed in one 
corner.  Franco brought the hapless girl glass half filled 
with Scotch.  Nikki, who normally disliked the taste of 
Scotch, grabbed the glass greedily, and took a big gulp of 
straight whisky.  She was sputtering and coughing as it ran 
down, but as she recovered, the flood of warmth went 
through her -- the fiery liquid working its restorative 
magic.  With shaking hands she took a second swig.  The 
booze seemed to help to ease the burning pain in her butt.


The two men stood over her, watching the blonde guzzle the 
straight Scotch without expression.  Although Hutch was 
temporarily satiated, having shot his load up the blonde's 
behind, Franco was still hard and excited; his erection was 
becoming downright painful.  He longed to lay into the 
voluptous beauty, but he knew he'd have to wait for his 
chance.


Natalie now re-appeared, this time wearing nothing but a 
loose flowing robe of sheer black fabric which covered, but 
did not totally conceal, her skinny body form from neck to 
ankles.  The diaphanous, black caftan had a high collar, 
and ties down the front.  Through it, the mobsters could 
clearly see the woman's hairy cunt between her thighs, as 
well as the two small pancake breasts with their wide, dark 
nipples.  They tried not to stare, although Natalie would 
not have minded.  She dressed for comfort in her playroom 
and didn't care who saw what.


"It's time you earned your keep here cunt." She called out, 
jerking a thumb to gesture the girl out of the low-backed 
chair.  Franco yanked the girl to her feet.


"I'm not gonna gag you, cunt, cause I want to use that big 
mouth of yours.  But unless you're using it on me, or one 
of the boys here, you better keep it shut -- if you know 
what's good for you.  By now, Nikki fully appreciated the 
dominating woman's threats. She said not a word.


Now Natalie took the chair so recently occupied by her 
well-punished rival, beckoning the girl to her.  Nikki 
approached with dread, but obediently followed the silent 
gesture of Natalie's mannish hand, getting to her knees on 
the carpeted floor, to knell erect before the older woman.


"Kiss my feet!"  She spat out the order.


 And when the girl hesitated, she repeated the command in a 
more impatient, threatening tone.


"Kiss my feet, you slut.  Kiss them!"


Obediently, the chastised prisoner lowered her blond head 
to the floor and kissed the tops of her mistress' bare 
feet.

 
"Better than that!  Kiss and lick."   Natalie raised a bare 
foot extending it into her prisoner's face


Again the chastised girl lowered her head over the 
proffered foot and began to pay her obsequious tribute to 
her grinning Mistress.  Natalie looked down on the blond 
head bent over her outstretched foot, inordinately pleased 
to see the young girl humbling herself before her. While 
she enjoyed the feeling of having the girl lick her way 
over the bare foot, Natalie reached down and grabbed two 
handfuls of the gown and drew them up, uncovering her lean 
but muscular thighs, easing her butt up, to hike the flimsy 
gown all the way to her waist.   

 
Grinning at the kneeling girl, she let her knees fall 
apart, inviting the girl to attend to the padded wedge of 
her hairy cunt.


"That's enough of that, bitch.  Now do me!"


Nikki knelt there staring at the older woman's sex.  
Natalie watched her sex slave intently for the slightest 
sign of rebellion.  But Nikki was too terrorized to do 
anything but follow orders. On her knees, she shuffled 
closer moving up between the splayed legs.


"Come on, slut, suck my cunt.  Or do I get one of my boys 
to beat your ass some more?!"


Slowly the frightened girl reached out to place her hands 
on the inner thighs of the women who so thoroughly 
dominated her. Then she ducked her head and brought her 
lips closer to another woman's sex for the very first time.  
The sharp odor of feminine arousal greeted her, caused her 
nostrils to flare: a musky, earthy smell, that gave her 
pause.  Natalie, growing impatient, reached down and to 
clutch a fistful of blond hair and hauled Nikki's face in, 
mashing the girl's lips against her splayed cunt.  For a 
moment she held the struggling girl there, face buried in 
the soft, slick folds of Natalie Giordello's pussy, as she 
wiggled her hips rubbing her slick pussy all over her love 
slave's nose and mouth.


"Do me, slut.  Eat me out!  Get a little life into it!!"  
She hissed in growing impatience.


Nikki struggled to breathe in the smothering confines of 
the other woman's cunt, and only when the pressure at the 
back of her head was released could she pull back enough to 
extend her tongue and begin the odorous task before her.  
Tentatively, she stuck out her tongue, and touched the 
slippery labia, recoiling from the taste.  But then she 
dove in, and started lapping up along the inner folds.


Natalie, temporarily satisfied, groaned, and lay back in 
the chair.  She widened her leg as her unsupported breasts, 
two small, flattened tits, lolled on her chest as she 
leaned back in the enfolding chair, looking down on the 
blond girl who, sharply motivated by fear, was now 
servicing her mistress with growing enthusiasm.


Nikki pressed her tongue directly into the gaping cunt as 
far as he could, pushing outwards against the slick walls 
and flicking her tongue around in her mistress' vagina. The 
older woman wiggled in delight at the feeling of the young 
girl's wet tongue on her.  Now that tongue was pressing 
against the bottom of her slit, and sliding slowly upward.  
Nikki kept at it, intent on pleasuring the woman, on 
pleasing her, so that, just perhaps, no further punishment 
would come her way.   For a few minutes, she ran her tongue 
up and down the inner lips.


"Oh, yeah...that's right," Natalie shivered in ecstasy.  "My 
clit, suck my clit, bitch," she gasped through ragged 
breaths.


The girl's tongue obediently slid up over the fleshy hood, 
pressing strongly against it while she moved the silky 
tongue from side to side.  Her mistress moaned; her lean-
muscled thighs spasomed, clamping Nikki's ears, momentarily 
imprisoning her pretty cunt-lapper, before they fell apart 
in helpless surrender.


Nikki worked assiduously, targeting the emerging love 
button, bathing the top and gently flicking the tip with 
her tongue.  She brought her fingers into play, opened the 
pulsing lips further, gently moved back the hood over the 
clit and took it in between her lips, gently sucking while 
she flicked it with her stiffened tongue.


The two mobsters sat at a small table, drinking, and 
watching in rapt attention.  The sucking was really getting 
to the older woman, who lolled back in the chair, 
shuddering from time to time.  She pulled her legs up, 
spreading them wide, then hooking them over the blond 
girl's shoulders. She was moaning constantly now, tossing 
her head from side to side, reaching down to clutch the 
blond head and pull it even deeper into her needy core.


She started to roll her hips again in an instinctive 
movement that rapidly that changed to bucking up against 
that blond face, now buried in her cunt. Nikki's bobbing 
head went on, mindless, rapidly lapping the cunt lips from 
bottom to top, while her sprawled mistress squirmed and 
wiggled in her seat.  The girl was practically drowning in 
the heavy smell, the tangy taste, the copious wetness of 
the lusty woman's aroused sex.  She felt sure her mistress 
was about to come, and she redoubled her efforts, 
determined to bring her off.  


Natalie grunted. A tight, earthy grunt.  Her hands, which 
had been playing in the soft, blond hair, now tightened, 
and she grabbed her slave and forced Nikki's mashed face 
deep into her crotch.   She held the suffocating girl 
there; raised her hips, shook and trembled, pressing 
herself to her captive, and coming with an explosive yell. 
With two solid motions of her hips, she slammed her clit up 
against the girl's nose, grinding herself down on Nikki's 
face, rubbing her sloppy cunt all over the pretty face of 
Nikki Paradise while waves of pulsating pleasure radiated 
throughout her jaded, middle-aged body.  


End of Part 4
Copyright 2001, Don Winslow
Dwin2001@yahoo.com
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow/www






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