## Archive-name: edith2

From: drbjbp@voicenet.com

Subject: Edith #2 and 3 - please repost

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

rgfish@rpaladin.win.net (Richard G Fischer) wrote:

>This is another story from my imagination. If you do not >appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next >posting.

>If you are under age or immature forget the following.

>If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ... >ETC then go on to the next posting.

> You have been warned!!! >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ > Edith # 4 > by Paladin

>Rhonda took her own sweet time getting ready for her errands. She >selected Edith's best business pants suite for her own day >apparel. She dressed leisurely paying no attention to the plight >of her captive trussed up on the bathroom floor. Once she was >dressed and made up, she returned to her nude subdued captive and >checked all the bindings. Despite the obvious discomfort she was >causing, she persisted in her tightening till she was satisfied >the straps all caused the skin to bulge over the unyielding black >strap surfaces. Then she stood up and dragged the nude captive Edith >to her feet too.

>Rhonda had tightened the straps so they cut into Edith's soothe >pink flesh in all contact places causing great discomfort for the >nude. Now the straps became black lines which served to confined, >pinch and accented all the captive female charms. The only >covering, if you would call them that, were the pockets that >encased her hands and kept them at her sides. The rubber ball kept >her vocal protesting to this treatment of her person to a series >of grunts and squeals. Edith shook her whole body in an attempt >to get the restraints into some comfortable arrangements. It did >not happen.

>The harness was quite unyielding. She felt no respite. She hurt >all over and when she Rhonda clipped a leash on the Edith's >collar ring she offered little resistance. Head down she let >herself be dragged by the woman to her own front door *NAKED*. >When she realized the destination, Edith tried to resist. The >thought of being dragged like this through the halls of the >old factory building, down the creaking old elevator, and into >the street by a neatly dressed woman was beyond comprehension. >Rhonda seemed to take no notice of Edith's obvious distress. >Rhonda went about her task as if she was walking a lower animal.

>Slowly, though she resisted, Edith was dragged ever closer to her >door. Rhonda pulled her charge up to the door, then bent and >fastened the leash to the door handle. She did have to apply her >cane at various stages along the way to Edith's smooth white ass >flesh, but their was never any doubt in the out come of the >contest. Finally she had the nude Edith secured, and captive at >her own front door, packaged for a walk or a journey where ever >the witch wanted.

>Edith prayed that the other tenants of the building were not >there yet, as she could not stop this witch from taking her out >any way she wanted. Her studio loft was isolated normally from >the day to day world but today their would probably be a >thousand spick factory workers to see and leer at her captive >nudity as the witch took her down in the ever so slow elevator.

>Rhonda went to a seemingly discarded pile of rags in a chair, >that had not been there last night, Edith was sure. Rhonda >returned to her captive with the shapeless black cloth mass in >her hands. She placed the cloth over Edith's nudity and began >to adjust the covering. It appeared to be like a monks robe, in >sections to allow access whenever it was required, with a hood >and a long flowing skirt. Rhonda threw the covering over Edith >and pulled up the hood to totally obscure her identity. She >stood back and observed the effect. Then she draped the garment >over all of Edith's *NAKED* body. Probably to demonstrate to >Edith her vulnerability, Rhonda reached between the folds into >a slit and gripped the captives right pink nipple that was >framed by the harness. The long nails of her right hand secured >a purchase on the tender organ and gave it a brutal twist, >saying,

>"You give me any trouble bitch and I will take this thing as a >little souvenir. You understand me bitch?" Rhonda explained to >the hurting captive with a couple of twists.

>Edith would have agreed to anything at that moment. She would >have professed her undying love...anything but the gag prevented >her vocal response so she just shook her head frantically and >hoped the witch would let her keep the precious nub.

>Finally the now angry red nub was released and sought to hide in >the ample tit flesh where it normally resided. The cloth flowed >back and Edith was covered again. Rhonda went back to the chair >and picked up a mass of leather belts and turned to her charge.

>Bolstered by the black covering and lack of pain, Edith's >confidence began to return. Rhonda returned with the 'Y' shaped >piece of leather and she tucked the long end under the >collar. The open ends now rested between the bosom of the >captive. At the end or each branch was a stout black spring paper >clip.

>Realization hit Edith like a dart point when Rhonda again opened >the covering and snapped the clip over the already hurting right >nipple. The spring held the nipple firmly no matter how Edith >tried to shake it off. She stopped when she found that she was >only hurting her self more by this twisting. She froze and just >stood there and soak up the hurt.

>Rhonda tugged it up to steady Edith till the shuttering ceased. >Then she secured the left nub and snapped the other clip on the >other nipple, much to Edith's consternation. That done, Rhonda >seized the end of the lead and took up the slack. The results >were immediate and immediately painful for Edith. Any slight >movement of the lead would guarantee her complete obedience.

>Edith's chest was a mass of fire. Rhoda untied the leash to the >collar and passed the lead over her left shoulder. She adjusted >the tension till it was taught and secured to the suites top >button. This done with out backward glance she went to Edith's >hall table.

>Edith's nipples followed and the miserable captive, in order to >keep the nubs on her breasts, quickly followed in the witch's >footsteps.

>"Now you give me any shit and I'll just tie this to some over >head power line and watch you dance all over the place. You got >it bitch." Rhonda inquired over he shoulder, as she retrieved >Edith's best leather purse and started for the door.

>Their was no resistance now. Edith followed quickly and stayed as >close to Rhonda as she could. The covering hung down and >covered her now but outside, if their was a breeze......

>Waiting for the slow, slow elevator they looked like a normal >pair. A business woman and some religious person following, >probably looking for a donation.

>Once inside the elevator Rhonda stood at the front of the platform >and starred out into the various floors of the factory. After the >first floor Rhonda reached back with her left hand and slipped >through a fold of the robe. Her nimble fingers quickly found the >captive bush and commenced to tugging the secrete curls. The >curls owners grunted and tried to twist away. Her nipples did not >allow this.

>Edith was mortified. This bitch was fingering her, practically in >public and their was nothing she could do about it. It appeared >from a distance that she (for it was her clothes that attired >Rhonda) was jacking off a monk or something. This would shock >anyone who observed the odd pair.

>The insistent fingers found the captives clit and commenced to >playful scratching and teasing of the sensitive organ. Edith's >stomach, inspite of the situation, commenced to that fluttering >sensation that proceeded her aurosal. She was aghast. She >involuntary tried to step back again and was again brought up >short by the tug on her crushed nipples.

>Rhonda cooed, "Ohhh Father you are soo big...." loud enough for >all to hear.

>The hispanic sweat shop workers were horrified. A priest and a >puta... here in their presence. They lowered their eyes and >sought to see nothing of this sacrilege....

>After a seaming eternity the elevator reached the ground floor >and the odd pair exited the building. Rhonda withdrew her hand >from the fold of the robe and walked out into the street.

>The brisk wind whipped Edith's covering to and fro uncovering a >leg here and a thigh there but on the whole, it protected her >modesty, as they went to the white van parked at the curb.

>Rhonda opened the sliding side door and advanced into the >confined space on her knees. Edith's nipples followed her every >move and soon they too were inside the van. Rhonda turned and >closed the door. She undid the lead from the suite button. She >attached the lead to an overhead hard point on the vans roof and >then crawled forward to the drivers seat.

>She started the van motor and then called over her shoulder,

>"I hope you can keep your balance, but if not well, you don't want >to be a wet nurse anyway .... Do you dear??"

>Edith's protests did not rise above the roar of the motor. The >Van lurched out into traffic and sped on to its journey. Edith >felt every bump and learch as she fought to keep her balance and >thereby the nipples she so highly prized.

><Thank god they were in the city on paved roads.> she thought.

>The tugs to her nipples made her pray for the end of the journey. >She knew that she would have discomfort there but this was......

>The van learched to a stop and Rhonda crawled back to her >captive. She undid the lead from the hard point and slid over to >the door. Without a word she steeped out and tugged the lead. Her >captive quickly followed her every move.

>As she emerged from the van, she saw a large building with a huge >sign proclaiming to the passers by, "Chad's Boutique". Rhonda did >not tarry. She went right in the front door. She lead Edith inside >the business and went right through the reception area and back >to the working stalls looking for someone..

>The girl on duty tried to protest that Rhonda did not have an >appointment but this did not dissuade Rhonda. She pierced into to >cubical after cubical till she found the man she wanted..

>"Chad I have this thing I kneed you to do your total makeover on >this creature. I know only you can do it. Paul was insistent that >I bring it to you and you simply must.." Rhonda babbled on and on.

>The funny little man looked like a fuzz ball with only his red >eyes visible through the mass of tangled hair.

>He had a pair of long scissors in his hands and had been working >on a thin sever black woman built like a panther.

>"You get you thing out here bitch. Chad be doing me and I have >him for a full hour. Less I get up and kick you ass to the middle >of next week." The customer demanded. Looking at the intrusive >woman and the thing that had invaded her time with the great man.

>Rhonda dealt with this minor annoyance quickly. She reaching to the >table of implements for grooming and retrieving a long straight >razor. She quickly grabbed the black woman by the throat with he >right hand and shaved a swath through the center of the black >head with benefit of any lubricant. The hair, some skin and a >lot of blood were soon emanating from the screaming woman.

>Rhoda tightened her grip on the black neck and in two quick >flecks removed the woman's eye brows, and screaming in no time >at all.

>"There now you are all done bitch. I hear reverse mowhalk are all >the rage in your section of town. I even did the eye brows, Now >are you done or do you want I should bob the nose while I am at >it.." Rhonda asked waving the sharp steel tool before the black >woman's eyes.

>The captive head shook "NO NO ".

>"Fine now get the fuck out of here and pay the girl on your way >out..." Rhonda demanded throwing the cowering woman out of the >cubical.

>"The bitch now has that unique look you always wanted." >Rhondas explained to the now retreating woman.

>"Rhonda you will ruin my business. Sady please go over to the >sink and I'll have Greta fix you up. I'll be right back soon... >Greta!!! help Sady and mop up that blood... " Chad quickly took >charge and shortly had the black woman being helped in to >another cubical, then he lead Rhonda and her charge to yet >another cubical.

>"Now what the hell is so all fired important that you have to >come in here and ruin my thing. I'm an artist, man. I won't be >right for the rest of the day.. My sensibilities are all >jangled." The little man began as Rhonda loomed over him. She >still had the Razor by her side.

>more to come..........

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