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!!!
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                        Edith # 1
                        by Paladin
She was again alone at this dull opening. So what if she was one 
of the featured artists. *She was alone*. Her friends had tried 
to fix her up but, well it never worked. Then she saw him across 
the room. She knew she would do anything in the world for this 
man if... if he would just look at her. She fell in instant lust 
with this total stranger.
He seemed totally oblivious to her presence. He was talking to 
the stunning tall blond at his side, and well, better not hope 
for the unattainable. He probably wasn't her type anyway, but he 
looked...
She turned to her friend Maj, who had begun a discussion on the 
merits of her latest work. Her exhibit was small but had attracted 
critical acclaim. She should be pleased but if she could have.... 
She glanced over her shoulder, to where he had been. She did not 
see her adonis any longer. <Shit> she thought.
<Soo much the better> she felt. <Don't waist your time on the 
unattainable. Settle for what is. Creat...> her thoughts were 
interrupted by.
"Did you do this?" a deep male voice inquired from directly 
behind her.
She turned and was transfixed by the emerald green eyes of the 
stranger!!! <Her stranger and the blond was nowhere to be seen.>
<He is talking to me!!!> leapt into her brain.
"Y..Ye yes..," she stammered. <Just the sight of him and I get 
wet. He could... Oh god let him like it..> she prayed.
"Shows talent but lacks experience. You need... guidance. Yes I 
think that would make you a better artist." he said as he moved 
about her work to viewing it from different angles.
<I wish he would look at me like that. Please... Please look 
at..>
The blond came up and taking his arm said "Shouldn't we be going, 
Paul. We should be..."
Edith turned off. His name was Paul... but he was taken. Her 
hopes were dashed as the blond dragged her man toward the door.
She went back to her art and answered the questions from the 
strolling observers perfunctially. The spell was broken. She 
would go home alone tonight, again... <Damn ... Damn..>
She was going to the bar. Get a glow on... Then she heard that..
voice.. "Such a waste." it said.
She turned and there he was again. She was mezermized.
"AH what? .. where is miss..." She finally managed to get out.
"Sent the bitch home." he said, "You look like you needed some 
guidance. You have the talent but you need someone to bring it 
out of you."
"And you think you are going to..." she managed to say but by 
then he had taken her arm and propelling her toward the rear of 
the exhibit hall.
She was too excited to object. She thought she was wetting her 
panties. <Where is he taking me.> she wondered. But she did not 
care. All that mattered was he was here and he was with her. Her 
arm tingled at his touch. She would go anywhere with him.
He opened two blank doors before he found what he wanted. He then 
dragged her inside the empty room where the props of other shows 
were kept. He spun her into his arms and met her lips.
She felt that if he did not have such a hold of her, she would 
have melted into a puddle in the middle of the floor. She lost 
her self in his eyes... his lips... his warmth...
She suddenly felt her dress loosen. He had unzipped her dress and 
was letting it slipped down the length of her body.
Modesty demanded. She made a grab for it but his look told her 
not to.
She let it fall to her ankles and stood there with her arms 
crossed over her breasts and endured his all seeing gaze.
<I shouldn't let him do this I sh..> she thought but her doubts 
were interrupted by,
"I don't let my women wear panties," he said as his left hand 
reached out to cup her sex through the filmy material. "besides 
these are soaked. You little SLUT."
He withdrew his hand from her wet crotch and wiped it on her 
drier left ass cheek.
"Take um off..NOW!!" he ordered.
She was embarrassed. She felt so depraved here before a new man. 
Her dress down around her ankles. So wet that she would have 
spotted her dress anyway and HE KNEW IT. He thought she was a 
whore. He said it. <I should run I should...>
She looked up into his eyes and obeyed her master. Hesitantly she 
took down the wet film, bent down to slide it off her heels, and 
then just stood there with them balled up against her dripping 
sex.
"Stop that shit SLUT. You want to be my whore now. I know it and 
so do you. Be proud of it or get out of here. Now!" he demanded.
He could have set fire to her, if he wanted to, she would not 
have moved from that spot. She was caught like a deer in a cars 
headlights. She lowered her right hand to her side with it's 
soggy fabric.
"Gime the tit sling. It's disgusting. It doesn't show off the 
nipples like they need, and throw that sloppy mess away." He 
ordered.
She looked down to the soggy mess that had been her panties at her 
side. She opened her hand and let them fall to the floor. She 
looked up at him and just starred.
"Well" he demanded.
She opened her left hand and the soaking garment fluttered to the 
floor.
His frown broke the spell and she quickly bent and un did the 
her bra clamp. She reached across her tits to pull down the 
straps. She sought to cover her nipples. Embarrassed at their 
stiffness. She stood there and seeing his displeasure, let her 
hands drop from her chest.
<Do I please him... I have never...> she thought.
He fished the bra around in his hands and forgot about her and 
her captive nudity. He finally got the cups where he wanted them. 
He reached down into his pocket and brought forth a small 
pocket knife. He cut the tip off each cup and then finally 
looked back at her.
He steeped back to a table and sat on the top. He motioned for her 
and said,
"Let's see if you are any good as a cock sucker."
<She was shocked... she should scream.. she would not d...> She 
found her self hurrying over to a spot in front of him and between 
his stretched legs. She looked into his eyes again.
"Well come on. Don't keep me waiting. Show me how talented that 
mouth is. Show me it isn't totally useless." He taunted the naked 
female.
She sank to her knees. The cold floor stabbed her legs like a 
knife but having come this far she could not go back. She reached 
out with both hands, she was shaking soo much, and unzipped his 
trousers. She parted his bright red underwear and beheld his ... 
limp organ.
<He isn't even hard. My body... my subservience.. it does not 
effect him. I should... OH God.> She inhaled his sexy smelling 
sweat. She looked up and smiled. <She did not smell the other 
bitch. It is mine ... all mine.> She thought as she opened her 
precious mouth and engulfed his one smooth white dick head.
<It feels so natural to be here like this for him. If an hour ago 
Maj had speculated this, I would have told her she was crazy.> 
she though.
"Don't just let it lay there sucker. Show me what you can do. 
Come on do me..." he demanded tangling his hand in her hair and 
forcing her to look up at him.
She panicked. He was displeased with her mouth. She had never 
done this... <What had she heard from the girls... Oh yea..> she 
closed down her lips and started to move back and forth on his 
wondrous smooth organ. Her eyes started to cross when she tried 
to view the warm thing she was servicing.
Beaming she looked up to see his face. She did not see approval. 
He looked boarded with her act of supplication. She tried harder 
but his snake still slept.
He grabbed her hair back and dragged her away from her .. task.
She lost him and knelt there open mouthed like a guppy in 
search of food.  <She would... she would beg ... she..>
"You need a lot of practice to satisfy me like that. Put this on 
and get dress when I leave. Stand up." he ordered her putting 
the modified bra in her right hand.
Dejected she closed her mouth and got up. She stood before him, 
head down, awaiting his dismissal. <She had failed him.. she felt 
soo miserable.... I am truly worthless!!> she thought.
"I have business now so, you go home and at 3 am you call me at 
xxx.xxxx. I will not wait for more than 5 minutes. You better be 
on time. I want you home, naked, waiting to call me. You better 
not keep me waiting." While he was speaking he was twirling her 
clit. She came twice and wanted to object to this treatment of 
her as an object, but she could not form the words.
He stood up and without waiting for her to speak left her nude 
and dripping. She was stunned. She looked for her panties but then 
she remembered his diastase for them. She would leave then where 
ever they were. She heard a door slam and she quickly slipped the 
dress over her head. Now somewhat decent, she thought, she found 
her cutup bra and rushed to the rest room to fix up for her exit.
She had to get home..
In the stall she found he had cut the bra to make her nipples 
poke through. Then when she put it on she found he had also 
tightened the straps soo that the nipples now stuck out from the 
garment almost demanding attention. She reached back to adjust the 
strap but stopped. He had done this for his pleasure. She wanted to 
please him.
She adjusted the dress and she tried to repair her lipstick and 
hair. She flushed the toilette and left the protection of its 
metal walls. 
She saw Maj at the mirror and sought to sneak by.
"OH I thought I had lost you. Are we still going for coffee?" Maj 
demanded. "I thought you went somewhere with that hunk. Who was 
he?"
"NO I Ue don't feel well. I think I will just go home and..." 
Edith said.
"You sure? Why if I hadn't seen that hunk you went ga ga over 
leave alone. I'd think you were having a late date with him. He 
was a strange one wasn't he?" Maj commented. 
Edith dismissed this without comment and rushed her apologies to 
the gallery owner. Then she  went straight home.
When she arrived she found she had a wet spot in the center of 
the dress. She threw it in the bin and hoped the cleaners could 
repair it. She looked at her self in the mirror. She saw an over 
sexed slut with stiff nipples sticking out of her bra and wet 
pubis. Quickly she removed the bra and looked again. The nipples 
still proclaimed her an over sexed slut. She should be ashamed, 
.... but she wasn't in the least. She felt...... GREAT!!!
She went to her refrigerator and pored herself a glass of white 
wine. She went to her comfortable chair but stopped short. She 
went to the kitchen and got a fluffy towel to absorb her 
wetness. It felt so decant to sit here nude sipping wine, 
waiting for *HIM*. When she finished the glass she arose.
She went into the bedroom after and set her alarm for 2:55. 
Then she settled down in her cozy little lonely bed and hopped 
he would come over when she called him in.... 
The wine and the excitement acted to drift her off to sleep in 
seconds...hoping ....
More to come.....

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!!!
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                        Edith # 2
                        by Paladin
BRRRRRRR....
The alarm woke her from another wet dream. She glanced over and 
saw she was on schedule.
Time seemed to stand still. The five minute wait took an 
eternity. She should get a glass of wine to steady herself.
<No she would miss the time.>
<She should go pee. No she would wait till.>
Her bladder began to ache. <She could just... No she would...>
Finally the prescribed time arrived. She dialed the number. 
It rang and rang.... no answer.. After 20 rings she hung up and 
tried the number again. Again twenty rings later their was no 
answer.
Now disappointed and dejected she gave up. With a down cast head  
she made her way to her bathroom to relieve her aching bladder.        
                                  
<He had... or she had the wrong number...Oh god no I didn't get it 
right.> her mind screamed from her seated position.
She sat there in the deepest depression she had ever felt. <She 
would go back to the gallery and see if...>
Ring ...  ring ...
She ran to the phone table, and tore the receiver from its holder.
"Hello," she answered anxiously hoping it was...
"You don't remember well either do you slut?" he asked.
            
"Please I I I...." she started.
"Just shut up slut. I should just forget it if this is an example 
of your obedience." he went on.
"No No please give me another chance I.." she stammered. 
<Anything to placate him. She mustnFrom: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com(Richard Fischer)
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Subject: Edith #2 nc.......... etc.........
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 # 2
                        by Paladin
BRRRRRRR....
The alarm woke her from another wet dream. She glanced over and 
saw she was on schedule.
Time seemed to stand still. The five minute wait took an 
eternity. She should get a glass of wine to steady herself.
<No she would miss the time.>
<She should go pee. No she would wait till.>
Her bladder began to ache. <She could just... No she would...>
Finally the prescribed time arrived. She dialed the number. 
It rang and rang.... no answer.. After 20 rings she hung up and 
tried the number again. Again twenty rings later their was no 
answer.
Now disappointed and dejected she gave up. With a down cast head  
she made her way to her bathroom to relieve her aching bladder.        
                                  
<He had... or she had the wrong number...Oh god no I didn't get it 
right.> her mind screamed from her seated position.
She sat there in the deepest depression she had ever felt. <She 
would go back to the gallery and see if...>
Ring ...  ring ...
She ran to the phone table, and tore the receiver from its holder.
"Hello," she answered anxiously hoping it was...
"You don't remember well either do you slut?" he asked.
            
"Please I I I...." she started.
"Just shut up slut. I should just forget it if this is an example 
of your obedience." he went on.
"No No please give me another chance I.." she stammered. 
<Anything to placate him. She mustnon for the amused female and 
anyone else he had brought in to see.
"Little slut hasn't got much to interest you here." said the 
blond as she gripped Edith's clit with two long black painted 
nails. She griped the tender bud and sent the sexually charged 
frightened Edith to a shattering orgasm.
"She really gets off on this I see. Come on do it again for 
Rhonda bitch." the woman demanded.
Edith was beside herself with humiliation as she came again at 
the ministrations of the witches tugging of her sex bud.
"Easy little slut ain't you bitch." Rhonda taunted as she 
withdrew her nails from Edith's clit.
<Edith wanted to die. She had come, not once but twice for a 
woman. She was... ahhahahaaaa> she thought as the woman dipped a 
long nailed digit into her vagina and started to scratch her very 
soul.
<MY god not again...No  please not...> she thought as she 
struggled to straighten her knees and the scratching of her 
vaginal tube drove her to the edge again.
Frantically she looked up into his grinning face and was again 
frozen y his deep green eyes.
"Be a nice little slut and relax. Let Rhonda play. " He ordered.
<She  would have given him her all. Him.. but he wanted her to... 
.. she was not a... OOO> again she came at the woman's hands.
He let go of her legs and ordered, "Stay there and don't move 
till I tell you."
She held her legs tight and hoped this would end. She had wanted 
him. to..... but not ... <She was horny.. and terrified and ... 
embarrassed ..... she did not know what all.
"Well she is a real easy but their ain't much there, Paul. What 
is this a mercy hump for you? Does she have any money?" Rhonda 
asked.
Exhausted by the orgasms and the events she stayed in the 
required position and tried to make herself as small as possible.
Maybe she could pass out. Maybe when she awoke they would all be 
gone.. Like a bad dream.
"I think she has potential, and as you say she is easy." He 
commented as he slid his long thick finger into her wet vagina.
He rubbed a couple of times and then he stuck his thumb out and 
began to toy with her ass hole.
<This is too much I...> she started to straighten her legs but he 
caught one knee and Rhonda caught the other.
"Don't get shy with us bitch. We know what you need and we are 
going to see that you get it." He announced.
The thumb stabbed in her neither hole and stretched it open just 
a little.
"UMMMMUMMM" she moaned.
<She should not let him.... she should..>
"Ummmm" she moaned again as the insistent finger forced her open 
and stayed in this time.
He began a slow stabbing, swirling motion that soon brought her to 
a truly shattering climax.
She was now limp like an old dish rag. They could have done 
anything they wanted with her and she would not have cared. She 
fell into a faint then a deep drug like sleep. 
......................................................
She awoke with a start. Where was she?? She tried to move her 
arms but they were captive above her head. She sensed she was 
sandwiched between two naked people. She looked up and saw she 
was tied to her head board with her robes belt. A glance to 
her right brought a view of a blond head.
<The bitch.> she thought.
Rhonda was indeed beside her. She tried to distance herself from 
the nude female. It wasn't right she should touch another female 
with her naked tits. Especially that one who had...
She encountered a more dense nude body on her other side. It was 
Paul's solid body. What had they done to her??
The light streaming through the window told her it was daylight 
outside and she had spent rest of the night with her debauchers.
Her bladder again demanded attention. She tried to forget it and 
hoped they would get up and leave her soon.
But in her twisting, she had disturbed Paul. He sleepily turned over 
and rolled on top of her.
Sleepily he smiled and said, "Spread um bitch. I all ways wake up 
hard and I'll give you your first fuck of the day."
This is what she wanted... last night but not... He seemed so 
confident and he was there and she couldn't...
"I said spread whore." he demanded.
She had no choice she opened and lay back for his entrance. She 
was totally surprised that she was soo wet...
"UMMMM" she said and attempted to lie still with the long warm 
muscle inside her. <God that is filling... if he just..>
"NO NO You don't just lay there with me slut. Fuck me and make it 
a good one or Paul's going to spank your little ass for you till 
it has another crack sideways." He told her.
She rapped her legs around his ass and started to hump the 
bastard. Anything to get him off and then he woul...OOO not 
again. Her body went off like a rocket but he remained stiff 
and deep inside her. She humped more and more.
She sensed movement beside her.
"Paul you miserable fuck. I did not get enough sleep and now you 
wake me up to see you wasting your time on this slut." Rhonda 
proclaimed as she rose from the bed and staggered off to the 
bathroom.
Undeterred Paul said, "Pay her no mind. She will be back and if 
you don't get me off, I'll have her scratch your nipples off. 
Come on bitch hump like your nipples depend on it."
Edith started to hump furiously. She worked like she never did 
before in her life. She strained and grunted and finally she felt 
him get stiffer, then wetness,  and he got soft inside her.
"Not bad." he said as he rolled off her and started for the 
bathroom.
"Please", she begged, as he started through the door. Rhonda 
passed by him and returned to her field of vision.
Edith sucked in her breath as she saw that Rhonda had no pubic 
hair and over her slit was a small gold ring.
These were freaks she thought as she sought to divert her eyes 
from the other woman's sex. She should not...
"What is the matter little pussy. You got to go." Rhonda asked as 
she cupped the defenseless woman's sex. "you want to make pee 
pee for Rhonda? Paul should I take her to see Chad today or are 
you going to drop her. "
In tears from the need and humiliation Edith could not answer. 
She could only nod her head to the bitches humiliating question.
"Use your own judgment but nothing too kinky...for now. " came 
the male reply from her bathroom.
"I don't know. You did Paul and now you want a favor.. Well tell 
you what. You do me and I'll take you to pee. If not well suffer, 
and you go in the bed and I'll make you lick that up." she said 
climbing up the captive body and positioning her smooth ringed 
sex over Edith's flushed face.
Edith sought to turn aside but Rhonda held her firmly between her 
knees.
"Make nice nice with that and you get a trip to the potty." 
Rhonda demanded as she settled her neither lips over the 
reluctant woman's face.
"Come on slut Paul says you don't suck worth a damn for him. I 
bet him you probally swung the other way. Come on tongue me...
NOW!!" 
Poor Edith had never seen a slit this close before and she was 
disgusted with the feel of the smooth labia against her cheeks. 
She clenched her jaws. She wouldn't. She can not make me.
"AW she is shy. Well I'll just start her up and see if she kneads 
to get in to the mood." Rhonda announced to the returning Paul. 
Rhonda turned around and now Edith's nose was in the vile womans 
ass hole. She felt those nails again scratching her clit and soon 
she felt the building of the fire in her belly. She tried to 
think of something else but the incessant scratching cause her 
to heat up. Her resolve began to melt. She had to go and this 
woman was..< ooo god ooo.>
Edith unfurled her delicate pink tongue and commenced to lapping 
the woman's large bud.
"That's a baby. See Paul I told ya she was a closet lezzie didn't 
I" Edith heard as she lapped the woman's sex. She stopped but the 
nails started to scrape her inner labia hard. This convinced her 
to go on, besides it wasn't too bad and she had to go bad.
Rhonda commenced to shutter and they she wet all over Edith's 
lips.
She wanted to die she wanted to...Well they would let her go 
now and after that, she would lock the door and she would..
"OOO Baby that was... nice for a first time but well you'll get 
the hang of it after a few times." Rhonda announced to the world.
More to come.............

