From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Dec 30 14:20:06 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MARION 1/6
From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Date: 30 Dec 1996 19:20:06 GMT

MARION



 The night was just beginning and Marion had come to the house that
Don had ordered her to get to.
 " Be there by seven and don't dare be late, and when you get inside go
to the second floor and go into the bedroom. Take your panties off and 
your bra if you're wearing one, keep your skirt on and put your blouse 
back on after you take the bra off." he had said in a tone of command.
 Marion looked carefully at the number on the door and was happy to see
77 staring back at her. She imagined that the number would be doubly 
lucky
for her.
 She reached the knob and found the door unlocked, just as Don had said
it
would be. She pushed it open and went in to  the dimly lit hall. She
saw the
stairs and climbed up them wondering at each step what would happen to
her.
 She got to the top and looked for the light that Don said would be on
in 
the room she was to use.
 The room was nicely furnished, French Provincial she thought as she
placed
her coat on the bed. She noted the full length mirror on the back of
the door.
She  reached up under her skirt and pulled on the elastic of her
panties, 
stretching the waistband and drawing the fabric down over her buttocks
and
thighs, letting the panties fall to her ankles. She  stepped out of
them 
leaving a pool of soft white cloth on the carpet. She unbuttoned the
blouse
and took it off, then opened the catch of her bra strap and removed the
thin
band from her breasts. She turned to look at her reflection in the
mirror
and was pleased to see that her  breasts were firm and full, with no
sagging
and with  prominent nipples standing out from the aureolae like
miniature
cocks.
 As she had been instructed, she put the blouse back on and waited for
the 
next orders to  come. As she stood waiting she   put her hand under the
skirt and rubbed the  crisp hairs of her pussy allowing her long
fingers 
to slip in between the  lips of the  damp  opening.
 Suddenly a voice,slightly metallic in quality , said " You may now
come
down the stairs to the living room, come right in and go over to the
chair
you will find in front of the fireplace."  
 She looked around and saw the small speaker attached to the  wall and
she
was sure that it was part of the intercom system of the house.
 " When you reach the chair lift your skirt and bend over the back of
the 
chair placing your hands on the seat." the voice went on.
 Marion  walked down the staircase and guessed the  room to her right
was
likely the living room. On reaching the bottom step she  saw the room
door
open and she also saw that except for a bright spot light on the chair
at 
the opposite end of the room, the room was in darkness. She was however
sure
that she could see the vague outlines of a number of bodies in a
circular 
arrangement with the chair just off center.
 She   entered the room, and  a shiver came over her as she passed the
shadowy figures on her way to the  brightly lit straight backed chair.
 She stopped a foot or two from the  chair and put her hands behind
her,
grabbing at the hem of her grey wool skirt and lifting her hands to
well
above waist level. In almost the same movement she  bent her torso over
the
chair and gave a little flip to the wool. The combination of her action
and gravity left the wool resting on the middle of her back, the cream
color of her naked bottom was brushed by the  cool air of the room.
 She felt someone or something come close to her exposed buttocks and
she
involuntarily clenched the cheeks of her shapely behind tightly
together.
 " Do not tighten the muscles of your bum my dear, it makes it harder
to
get at the rear opening." said a low menacing voice. With the words she
felt a hand on each cheek and felt the strong thumbs near the crevice.
 The next feeling was one of being opened, as the hands drew apart and 
the cheeks spread widely. She felt the anus  open and was sure that if
she  was opened any further she would lose all control over her bowel.
 She felt one of the hands let go and then felt a finger touch the
center
of her anus. She  again clenched her cheeks in a reflex move. The
finger
became more insistent and  probed into the tightened ring.
 " I said do not clench your ass muscles and I meant it my dear." the
voice
barked, and the words this time were accompanied by a sharp slap to her
left
buttock cheek.
 The slap was the sound, the sensation was more like she had suddenly
sat in
a tub of scalding water. Heat, of an unbearable nature shot through her
only 
to be followed by a similar sensation on the right side.
 The hands again spread her cheeks and something larger and in some
ways 
softer than a  finger touched her rear opening. She then felt as though
she
was passing a large stool, only in the opposite direction. She realized
that
a penis had penetrated her lower bowel and  she  groaned in discomfort
as it
drove upwards toward her belly button. Finally she felt the  touch of
an 
abdomen on her bottom and knew that she had been impailed by the full
length
of this organ.
 Before she was able to think another thought  a sensation like that of
receiving a warm enema filled her. The penis had discharged its full
load of
come into her and she felt the already softening cock begin to leave
her.
There was a soft "pop" as it was withdrawn and she felt some dampness
on her
cheeks next to the anus, knowing immediately that it was due to the
semen 
now leaking from her.
 A wet warm towel was handed to her and she was invited to use it to
cleanse
herself. She reached back and wiped her cheeks and anus and vulva and
stayed
bent over the chair, awaiting instructions.
 "Stand up and remove your blouse Marion, show us your breasts." was
the   
command from one of the men.
 Marion stood as ordered and took off the blouse as she had been told.
She 
again remained in the same position for several moments, sure that
someone
would tell her what to do next.
 No words came from the assembled men. Marion was fearful of what this
might
mean and she was not too terribly surprised to feel some pressure on
the
nipple of her right breast. At first, she thought that one of the men
was
pinching her, until the pressure became very painful and she looked to
see
a clamp hanging from the now erect nipple. Before she could register
this 
completely she felt a similar pressure on the left and a second clamp
hung
from her.
 She was conscious of movement and assumed correctly that the men were
moving
closer to get a good look at the nipple clamps in position. She felt
several 
hands caress her bottom and touch her sex as men moved by her.
 Being naked and in discomfort from the clamps was bad enough she
thought but
to have not one word spoken for several minutes was making it worse.
 She surmised that the silence was meant to add to her discomfort and
fear.
 " You may sit on the chair Marion." she was finally told, and she
obeyed 
with no delay, hoping to gain some strength for the rest of what she
was sure
was going to be a long night.
 " Open your mouth Marion, I wish to pay homage to you." a voice
suggesting
humor said.
 She sat with her mouth open and felt the velvet firmness of what she
knew to
be a penis, enter into her, pressing her tongue down as it thrust to
the back
of her mouth.
 She tightened her lips around the shaft and felt the man start to move
back
and forth as he began to fuck her orally. Once or twice she coughed as
the 
head of the penis went to the very deepest and she feared that she
would not
be able to get her breath.
 The speed of the rhythmic movements increased and she was sure she
could 
feel the early signs of his coming, the twitching of the organ and the 
faster movements.
 Suddenly, her mouth was full to overflowing and some of the thick
semen was 
filling her nose as well as her throat. She was even more greatly
afraid that
she would strangle.
 She spluttered and coughed, drawing deep breaths as she was able. She
was
aware of the soft laughter of the audience, who had found her
predicament 
amusing. Indeed she heard some of them make a pun on the very word,
stressing
the "dick" syllable.
 "You have done quite well for your first night as a slave Marion, we
have a
small ritual that we ask all of our slaves to undergo and we'll get to
that 
next. You may move from the chair to the carpet in front of it." a
voice she
was certain belonged to Don said.
 "Once you are on  the  carpet stretch out on your back" a less
friendly voice
ordered.
 She stood up and moved a foot or so in front of the chair and sat on
the 
carpet, the deep pile feeling soft and comforting to  her naked
backside.
 
Dbiang - to be continued
 Marion sat still only for several seconds and then stretched out on
her
back as she had been told to  do. She was relaxed and under the
circumstances
quite comfortable, but wondering what the "ritual" was that awaited
her.
 " Pull your knees up to your tummy my dear, and then spread them as
wide
apart as you can." she was told harshly.
 She  hesitated, knowing that this would leave her completely exposed
as 
far as her sex and anus were concerned.
 " Do as you have  been told or we may need to use some persuasion such
as  a martinet on you." the same voice demanded.
 She pulled her legs up toward her  abdomen and then spread them
widely.
 She looked down and saw her full bush and below the thick dark hair
the
division of her vulvar lips, parting with the pose she held.
 Into the circle of light she saw a hand holding some sort of cup, and
then
in the other hand entering the pool of light a brush.
 Before she could sort out what these were, a warm wet sensation
developed
and she saw a white mound replace the dark thatch that marked her
womanhood.
 " They're going to shave me." she thought, realizing that the white
mound
looking like melted ice-cream at a birthday party was shaving cream.
 The hands withdrew into the surrounding darkness and reappeared with
one of
them holding a razor just like the one her daddy had used - old
fashioned and
with one long straight blade.
 The "barber" was surprisingly gentle in his touch, scraping the lather
and 
hair from the outside edges toward the crevice between her lips.She
felt the
scraping and looked down to see the mound of white lather slowly
disappearing
from her crotch. At the end of the shave, she had a thin black line on
either
lip, just as she had when she was 12 years old and developing pubic
hair.
 She was pleased that the "barber" left her looking something like a
woman
and not like a little girl, with a bald pussy.
 The hands withdrew from the pool of light and a towel was handed into
it
to be placed in her hands.
 " You may cleanse yourself with this my dear." the now almost familiar
voice
said. 
 She took the towel and found that it was warm to the touch. She rubbed
the
recently shaved area and felt the smooth area of the shaven lips and
the still
crisp hair left in the thin line on either side of the crevice.
 " Get up now and turn to face the chair. Then bend toward the seat.
Place 
your hands on the cheeks of your bottom and pull them apart- wide
apart, we
want to see your asshole!" she was commanded by the voice.
 She stood and turned as ordered, and she bent forward to jut her bum
out 
and placed each hand behind her with the fingers just at the edge of
the crack
and pulled firmly. The cheeks spread and she was aware of the feel of
the cool
air of the room on her anus.
 " Keep spread open like that, and don't try to close on the plug being

inserted or we will need to punish you."  the voice went on. 
 She felt a finger touch her anus and something cool and wet feeling
was on
the skin of the opening. She  braced herself for what she was sure was
to
follow, and next felt the hard rounded tip of a butt plug entering her
in
a slow but steady rate.
 " Don't let this out until you are told to remove it, or you will be 
severely punished by a whipping. In fact, it may be of some use to give
you
a sample of the martinet now." a harsher voice stated.
 She felt what seemed like the sting of hundreds of wasps across her
buttocks
as the many tailed martinet made contact with her soft flesh.
 " That is only a sample of what will be yours if you don't follow our 
instructions exactly." fell on her ears as the blow fell on her behind.
" Sit down now on the chair, and be prepared to offer homage to those
who are
your betters." a voice again sounding like Don ordered.
 She rested her still stinging bum on the seat of the chair and felt
the 
coarse fibers of the upholstery sticking into the sore flesh. In
addition she
felt the pressure of the butt plug, forced by her sitting position
further 
into her bowel.
 " This is for you to honor." she heard as an erect penis was placed at
her 
mouth.
 She glanced up, hoping to see the face of the man, but saw only the
bright 
spot light almost directly overhead, masking the features of the man
and
allowing her only the shadowy impression of the owner of the hard-on
now
pressing against her lips. 
 For the second time that evening she was almost choked, by the sheer
size of
this cock and by the volume of come that was discharged into her mouth.
She
also felt considerable pain in both nipples as the man held the
attached 
clamps tightly as he came.
 For the next several minutes she was presented with an array of erect
cocks,
varying in size and with some circumsized and some not. Each entered
her 
waiting mouth and each left its load of semen. Not every man pulled on
the
nipple clamps,but enough did so that she was extremely sore and very
glad to
hear the voice of Don telling her that this part of the proceedings had
come
to an end.
 She was  left sitting and with come dripping from her nose and mouth
from
the deluge. She felt something placed in her hand and looked to see a
glass
of clear liquid.
 She was sure that it would turn out to be the other fluid emanating
from
penises, and was pleasantly surprised to hear, " you may find this wine
helps
to cleanse your palate my dear."
 The cool dry taste of the wine washed the inside of her mouth and
throat and
she felt the  warmth of the alcohol spreading in her stomach. 
 The intermission was to be short lived as even before she finished the
glass
of wine, she was instructed to stand and turn to face the chair. 
 " Now my dear, deliver to us the butt plug that has been in place for
the 
last few minutes."
 She was shocked at the instruction and had felt that eventually the
plug 
would be pulled out by one of the men.
 " Just bear down as though you were in the bathroom trying to move
your 
bowels." she was advised.
 She bent her knees slightly, and began to bear down, spreading her
legs as
wide apart as she had when the plug was inserted. The plug was tightly
inside
of her anus and she had to strain greatly to get it to even start
moving.
 The men could see her anus dilate as she pressed down with her
abdominal
muscles. The rounded black plug bulged out of the muscular ring and
slowly
exited her.
 Marion was aware of considerable pain as the anus  opened widely to
extrude
the plug. She was sure that when it left, it would be followed by her
bowel
contents, and she was in fear of that happening. It had been years
since 
anyone had been with her during a bowel movement. In fact she had been
a very
little girl and it had been her mother who had been present during that
most
personal and private act.
 The plug suddenly popped out as the widest part had cleared the brown
ring
of muscle. To her very great relief, the sphincter closed tightly after
the
passage of the plug and no embarrassing aftermath followed.
 " The plug should have loosened you up a bit, and it will be easier to
enter
you by the rear opening now. Stay standing and slightly bent forward
while
we make use of your ass in a variety of ways." the now dreaded voice
said.
 She felt hands again at her rear aperature and was very aware that her
anus
was being examined after her cheeks had once again been spread apart.
 She was filled by a digit that she was sure was a thumb, and almost at
the
same time a finger entered her vagina.
 " I call this my bowling ball hold." the voice said with a hint of
laughter.
 Marion was sure she would be torn apart as the hand filling both of
her lower
openings lifted her practically off of her feet. Then the lifting ended
and 
the finger and thumb were pulled nearly out and reinserted in a
rhythmic 
manner which felt good.
 Before she reached full sexual arousal from the moving hand, it was
withdrawn
and she was left bent over in front of the chair. Her breathing
continued at
a rapid rate for some moments and then assumed a normal cadence.
 " The slave can rest for a short time." was announced suddenly, and
Marion
turned and sat down on the chair. The bright light continued to blind
her 
from  seeing outside of the circle of light, but she was certain that
at 
least 5 men were in the room.

Dbiang. to be continued
 Marion sat and thought of the events that had occurred since she
entered
the house, only it seemed hours ago. She had been stripped or rather
she had
been ordered to strip, she had been smacked, she had been shaved, she
had 
been taken anally, she had had a butt plug inside and had to move it
out on
command. She had several cocks discharge into her mouth and had
wondered if
she would be able to breathe while her mouth and throat were filled by
come
and by the source organ. She had nipple clamps placed on her and indeed
they 
were still hurting her on both sides.
 She was wondering what more would likely happen during the course of
the 
night. She was in the midst of these musings  when she was told
brusquely to
stand and turn to once again face the chair.
 She did as instructed and felt hands on her shoulders forcing her to
bend
over. She found herself bent to face the seat of the chair and her 
torso was
parallel to the floor.
 Her bottom cheeks were spread by hands on either cheek pulling in the 
opposite direction. She felt  something harder than, but no larger than
a 
finger at the opening. This foreign object entered the anus and kept
pushing
until she was sure it would burst her bowel. The pressure continued and
the
object  kept moving further and further into her.
 " This is a colonic tube my dear, this is an enema you won't forget
very 
quickly." the voice explained as the tube went on its way to the full
depth.
 Marion moaned softly as the tube moved into her to about three feet
and she
moaned a bit more loudly as the water started to flow under some
pressure into
her bottom. She felt her bowel cramp and start to try and reverse the
flow
and the  discomfort made her moan  and cry out at the  operator of the
device
to stop and let her get used to the feeling gradually.
 The relentless inflow continued and she was sure she would blow up
before the
enema  was finished. 
 Almost as suddenly as it had started, the Niagara ceased flowing into
her
bowel and she was relieved to have a moment to accommodate to the
feeling of
being filled to the bursting point.
 " Relax my dear the tube is now going to be removed." she was warned
and 
sure enough she could feel the long slender tube leaving her asshole an
inch
at a time.
 As it was slowly withdrawn, she could feel the movement in parts of
her
abdomen as well as the anus.
 " Don't let any of the fluid leak out my dear or we will punish you
most
severely." she was told, but the urge to move her bowels was almost
beyond
her capacity to control.
 She squeezed her bottom cheeks tightly together in an effort to keep
any 
liquid inside. She was fearful of having another meeting with the
martinet
if she should prove unsuccessful.
 " Stand up and walk around the chair, so we can see your level of
control."
the voice said.



