Author: Spunk N. Wagnels
Title: Not With My Daughter! 17
Part: 17
Universe: Not With My Daughter! Saga
Summary: Marnie's humiliation continues when her friends discover what 
happened to her at the party on the week-end when they were all hypnotized.
Keywords: blackmail, humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, hypnosis

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at their discretion, where and when it is legal to do so.  Similarity to
persons, living or dead is coincidence.  The author reserves all rights.
Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it
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This is a continuation of a story, "Not With My Daughter!" & "Not With My
Daughter!, Parts 2-16" which can be found at "Spunk's Place", see at
bottom.

Not With My Daughter! Part 17
by Spunk N. Wagnels


"Hi Marnie, we've come over to apologize for yesterday.  Nobody blames you
for anything." Barbara said.

"Great Gals, come on in.  Hi Mary.  Oh, I don't think we've met." Marnie
said, as the ladies streamed into her house.

"Marnie, this is Sheila Conway.  She is a friend of mine.  She is going to
help us with a little parlor game."  Sally said.

"Glad to meet you."  Marnie said.  "Come on in and make yourselves
comfortable.  I'll see if we have anything in the way of snacks."

"Don't worry Marn, we brought some.  We wanted to make it up to you."
Barbara said.

"Thanks everyone."  Marnie said.  "I'm sorry Roger isn't here.  He's gone
for a couple of days."

"Yeah, we know.  I wonder how he would react if he saw us gals again."
Sally said.  Marnie didn't know exactly how to take the sarcastic tone.
"We have a challenge for Mary.  She has agreed to take us up on it.  You
could too, but yours would have to be different." She continued.

Marnie didn't know if she could trust Sally right now.  Normally they had a
great sisters-in-law relationship, but Sally seemed to be taking Saturday's
events pretty hard.

"You see, Mary hasn't seen the video.  We've challenged her to recount it
from memory before she sees it, to see how close she comes.  Sheila will
help with the memory part and since we've seen it, we can tell immediately
how accurate she is.  What do you think?"  Sally asked Marnie.

"Sounds like it could be interesting."  Marnie replied.

They all sat down.  Sally maneuvered it so that Marnie would be sitting
next to Mary on one of the couches, and Sheila sat across from them.
Barbara sat to Mary's left; she didn't want to miss a word. When everyone
was settled, Sheila began an induction.

"Now that you are sitting on the couch, you can relax now and notice that
you are getting comfortable at Marnie and Roger's house, more relaxed now
that you notice you are among friends that care for you while you decide if
you are going to . . .

***** induction putting both Mary and Marnie under  ******

"Now, Mary, I am going to ask you to remember the last thing you did at the
party on Saturday."

"The last thing I did, was grab Bob's hand and get to the door." "Why was
that?"

"I felt embarrassed and wanted us to leave."

"Why did you feel embarrassed?"

I noticed I was in Will's arms, it surprised me, and I didn't know how I
got there.  He was wearing my husband's costume, and at first, I thought
Bob had lost some weight."

"Then what did you feel?"

"Then I realized I had somehow changed into Dee Dee's hula costume, and I
thought it was best to go home before I discovered anything else more
embarrassing."

"Excuse me Sheila," Sally said, "we want to go back earlier still, to right
after cutting the cake and then come forward."

"So Mary, after you wished Roger 'Happy Birthday' and you had some birthday
cake, what happened next?"  Sheila asked.

"After the cake, Roger put on a show for us."

"What kind of show?  Can you describe it?"

"Yes, first he told us in his sleep about the first time he and Marnie
met."

"How did he say they met?"

"It was back in school, and some boys were picking on him a lot.  Then one
day they surrounded him in the hall, opened a janitor's closet, and threw
him in.  Then they grabbed the next person that was walking by, Marnie, and
tossed her in too, locking them in till after school in the evening when
the janitor let them out.  He said they made a good thing out of something
intended to be bad and scary."

"Then what did he do?"

"He imitated animals, he showed us his physical strength across two chairs,
and he acted like he was covered with ants."

"Then what happened?"

"Then he stopped and sat down."

"What did you do then?"

"I was part of a contest.  Bob was my coach.  We were really trying to
win."

"What were you going to win?"

Mary looked puzzled for a moment, and then finally said, "The contest."

"How would you win?"

"Anyone in the contest who could make Roger have an orgasm without touching
him, won the contest."

"Who won?"

Mary thought a second.  "I don't think anybody won.  No, he didn't have
one.  We all tried our best though."

"Relax now.  You have remembered very well."

"Please keep going.  You are coming to the part we want to know about."
Barbara encouraged.

"Mary, now the contest is over.  Now tell me what you are to do."

"Pick one of the men.  We are supposed to pick one of the men, but not our
husbands, oh, and not Roger."

"How do you know who to pick?"

"We are to pick the one we would like to go out with, if we were not
married."

"Who did you pick?"

"I was going to pick Roger, but you can't pick Roger.  Then I tried to pick
Dan, but he was already picked, so I picked Will."

"I picked Bob?"  Barbara said to herself under her breath incredulously.

"Now you found yourself later in Dee Dee's costume."

"Yes, I picked Will so I had to wear Dee Dee's costume."

"Why was Will dressed as Tarzan?"

"Because I picked him." 

"And that was the way it was with everyone?"

"Yes."

Sheila turned to Sally,  "Anything else?"

"No that about explains it."  Sally said.

"Okay Mary you can start to wake up while you, Marnie, can go deeper and
more relaxed.  You will both listen to my voice and only my voice.  Mary,
you will wake up when I reach 'One' counting from five.  Marnie you will go
deeper into a more relaxed state as you hear each number Five, Mary you are
starting to waken, four, you will remember those parts which are
comfortable for you to remember, three, two, and Mary, your eyes will open
on, One."

"Mary you did it perfectly.  You remembered everything just like it
happened. You don't need to watch the video now, after all, to remember,
everything you need to know, from it, you already remember." Betty said.

"Okay."  Mary conceded, somewhat dazed.

"So what do you want with Marnie?"  Sheila asked of Sally.

"We want to know what she was doing while we were entertaining her
husband." Sally directed.

"Marnie I'm going to ask you about Saturday night.  You went upstairs for
awhile?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I had to show Larcher the bathroom."

Sheila looked at Sally to make sure she was on the right track.  "Then what
happened?"

He wouldn't go to the bathroom I wanted him to go to.  He was in my
bedroom, damn him."

"What is he doing?"

"He won't get out.  He is walking around looking at our private room."

"So you want him out?"

"Yes, he won't go.  He is displeased, so I have to remove my bra now."

"So you've taken off your bra, now what?"

 "He is tying me to the bed.  I'm all spread out and I can't move."

"Did you want him to do this?"  Sheila said, looking around for objections
to this line of questioning from anyone listening in the room.

"No I want him to go away from me forever."

"Now you are tied; what is he doing now?"

"He says he is going to get me ready for Roger and he his stimulating me,
he is putting that big black stick in me."

"What did you say?"

"I can't say anything, there is a gag in my mouth, now a blindfold is on my
eyes, oh god he's leaving me like this.  Anybody can see me and do anything
they want.  I can't stop them."

"How long were you alone like that?"

"Until the catering men came in."

Gasps were heard all around the room.  "She can't be making this up can
she?" Sally asked.

"No Ladies, this is the real thing."  Sheila said shocking the ladies
present a little further. "Marnie, what did they do?"

"They had their way with me, but they only came in my rear.  It hurt and I
needed to cum really bad."

Everyone started to shift a bit in their seats.  "Then what happened?"

"Their boss came in I think, and they had sex with her right next to me."

"Then?"

"Then they left me alone again."

"When were you not alone again?"

"When Larcher came back."

"What did he do then?"

"He took off the blindfold, then the gag, and put the package, he was
supposed to bring for Roger's Birthday present, in my mouth, and said he
was going to send up Roger."

"I don't think we need to hear anymore.  The poor thing.  She has been too
embarrassed to tell us about Mr. Larcher."  Barbara said.

"You refer to him like you know him.  Who is this guy anyway?"  Sally
challenged Barbara.

"Ah, I met him at the party; like you."  Barbara said, not wanting to go
into the evening at "Jiggles".

"What should we do about him?  We can't have him treating Marnie like
that." Sally said angrily.

"Ah, Sally, he's the one that made the video tape, remember?  Maybe we
should just leave this alone."  Barbara cautioned.

"Maybe I should have a look at that tape after all."  Mary realized.

"Let's bring her to."  Barbara said looking at Sheila.

Sheila brought her to.  Sally and Barbara led the way to hugs and fussing
over Marnie.  Marnie had no idea why she was getting all of the attention
right then.

"Let's go before we are missed at home."  Sally finally said.  "Thanks
Marnie for having us. Remember if you need to talk about anything, you can
always call me."

"Sure Sally; thanks everyone."  Marnie said.

"I really think I should see that video now."  Mary said, as she was part
of the herd leaving out the door."

"Goodnight Marnie.  I'll talk to you later."  Barbara said, as the last one
out the door.

"Thanks again everyone . . ." Marnie said, her voice trailing off, as the
guests were getting into cars or generally out of earshot.

"Gosh that was unexpected.  Gee, I really miss Roger right now.  Oh no, I'm
really horny.  Maybe I should swing by "Shareholders" and check it out
again. I still have time left on the one-month trial.  No I really
shouldn't, that would be putting too much temptation in my path.  Well,
I'll at least drive by and save the final decision for the very last
minute."  She thought to herself.

She got into her car and drove to the club.  As she slowed down to pass,
there was the same doorman.  Then she saw a laughing couple enter. "I
should just go in and see if the Brannons are there, and thank them for the
pictures."  She thought, as she parked the car and went in.

"Nice to see you again Ma'am."  The same locker room attendant said,
greeting her.

"Nice to see you too.  May I call you by a name?"  Marnie asked.

"My name is Clara, Ma'am."

"Please call me Marnie."

"Oh, I'm sorry Ma'am, I couldn't or I'd be let go."

"I understand.  Do you recall seeing the Brannons here lately?"

"Yes Ma'am, they come a couple of times a week regularly."

"I don't suppose you recall seeing them tonight, do you?"  Marnie asked
removing her clothes, and putting them in a locker.

"I usually know who comes and goes, but Mrs. Brannon could have come in
when I was sent for some things.  It would be worth checking inside.  I
hope you don't mind me asking, but have those rings worked out for you?
You had just had them put in the last time I saw you."

"Sometimes I forget I even have them in.  I was planning to take them out
right after surprising my husband for his Birthday, but I'm not sure what
I'll do about them now."

"So did your husband like the surprise, I hope?"

"I think he had his best birthday ever, overall, and they added to the
spice."

"That's nice.  I hope you enjoy yourself tonight."

"Thank you, I'll try."  Marnie said, as she left the locker room for the
club.

Marnie walked down the path, now ultra conscious of the rings hanging from
her nipples.  The people at SEXY Productions made it sound like body
jewelry was a popular trend, but Marnie hadn't seen anyone else with them
except one lady at Shareholders this night with a pierced navel. Marnie's
tits commanded more than their share of attention anyway, due to their
size, and their relative firmness considering her age, almost forty.  She
had a well-shaped and toned body, a bald pussy showing her sexy poutty
nether lips, and an attractive face with blue eyes, causing heads to turn
as she passed. With nipple jewelry, she felt like she was wearing flashing
lights saying "looky here" as she walked along.

People would smile and move to make room for her at their tables, as an
invitation with body language for her to join their groups in the alcoves,
as she slowly moved along.  Others would stand and motion her in to join
them in the theme settings, but all these invitations by total strangers
were without words, until she came to a group sitting in a circle on
cushions cross legged style with their palms up resting on their knees, and
their thumbs touching their middle fingers.  "Oh Bonnie," a gentleman said,
"please come and join us."

Marnie figured it was someone present at her initiation to the club, where
she had used that name. "Please.  Sit here if you like."  He said.  Marnie
sat on a cushion, the same way as the others, with her back to the path,
completing the circle.

Marnie was introduced around and told that they were going to achieve a
group orgasm by guided imagery and meditation.  Marnie was game because it
meant she would be able to climax without mixing it up with another person.
The guide went around the circle and polled people for the essence of their
favorite fantasy.  The imagery, it turned out, would incorporate elements
of everybody's wettest dream.  The guide would attempt to weave them all
into a conclusion that everyone could share for their own orgasm.

Fantasies included multiple partners, taken against one's will, making it
with a pet, making it with a stranger for an anonymous one stand, and
Marnie's fantasy of making someone in particular, suck themselves off while
she rammed a rough dildo in and out of his anus, and squeezing his balls
mercilessly as he came.  Everyone stared at her and didn't say a thing or
move.  They were in shock, while she related the fantasy in increasing
detail, as if it was happening while she said it. "Okay then," the guide
said, to break the silence, "shall we begin?"

With instructions to close their eyes, concentrate on the story being told,
and project themselves into the roles of their choosing, the group listened
as the guide began creating scenarios that merged the fantasies of the two
men with the fantasies of the four women.  She used ambiguous language so
participants could fill in the content that worked best for them.  She
brought the characters close to climaxing but held them off till she could
weave the story so everyone could come at the same time.

Marnie peeked at the others, who were managing to have the experience
intended by the process. They obviously had done this before.  As she
watched, she noticed that everyone kept their eyes closed as instructed, so
she thought there could be no harm in a little extra stimulation of herself
to catch up to the level the others were hovering at.  The men had
erections and the women were moaning, groaning, and swaying in place.  A
little work on her quim certainly wouldn't be noticed sound-wise, she
figured.

At some point, Marnie made a complete shift from the visual-auditory
experience of the guided meditation to being totally absorbed with her own
manual stimulation.  The group was nearing the communal conclusion.  Many
were sweating; almost all were verbalizing their ecstasy.  Rears were
lunging forward and then back on the cushions.  Marnie still felt she was
behind and started to furiously work her pussy in her favorite motions so
she could conclude with the rest of the group.  Then they all came with
their eyes open wide, as the guide gave them the signal in the story to let
it all go.  Marnie was so far into the act of getting herself off, she
couldn't stop masturbating as they all watched curiously at her wanton
abandon.  Marnie wanted to stop but couldn't.  She finally came in a
shuddering, if not humiliating, orgasm for the silent amusement of the
others in the group.  When she was finally able to compose herself, she
said, "Thank you, I think it is time for me to be going."  Then she got up
and turned away from them so she wouldn't have to endure their stares any
longer and walked back to the locker room.

"Did you have a nice visit tonight, Ma'am?"  Clara asked when Marnie
returned to her locker. "You're making it a short evening tonight."

"Yes Clara.  It was fine.  It is just time for me to be on my way.  I
wasn't planning on staying long anyway.  Thank you for your help the times
I've come in here.  You do your job very well."

"Thank you Ma'am.  I enjoy waiting on nice people like you."

Marnie thanked her and walked quickly to her car, still hot and beet red
from the experience at the club.  Marnie broke down in tears as she sat in
her idle vehicle contemplating what she had been willing to do while Roger
was away.  She had come so close to seeking a sexual encounter with a man
to satisfy her urges behind Roger's back, she was ashamed of herself.

She decided to drive to the Forestry Fountain, to recall the special moment
she had spent with Roger there the night before.  She sat for a while in a
patch of planted shrubs in a dark area watching couples come by the
fountain, kiss, feel the water, and challenge each other, but there were no
takers of the Libido Falls' dares.  She heard one couple promise, "Next
time," as they walked off.

Marnie got up, when nobody else had been by for at least fifteen minutes,
and moved in to sit on the edge of the fountain and put her bare feet in
the water to contemplate the adventures Libido Falls had probably seen in
its time.  The sound of the waterfall and the streaming fish, kept her
unaware of the group of people that had assembled behind her.  It wasn't
until two members of the group moved up to the wall she was sitting on, on
either side of her, that she became aware she was not alone.

"Hey Pretty Lady, you about ready to try the falls?"  A large man said on
her left.  

Marnie tried to stand up and step out of the water, but her exit was
blocked by the others who advanced to the edge as she stood up from her
perch.  She backed a ways into the fountain, so no one could reach out for
her.

"That's it Lady start with that fish."  The man said again, obviously, a
leader of this gang.

"What do you want from me?"  Marnie asked terrified.

"Come here, I'll hold your clothes for you so they don't get wet."  He
said.

Marnie started moving and climbing through the fountain backwards, feeling
her way with her hands behind her, until a streaming fish began soaking her
blouse.

"Now you've got yourself all wet.  I told you I would hold your clothes for
you, didn't I?"  He said. "Hey guys, look at that body."  He pointed out
her large chest and trim body under her clinging clothes.

Marnie turned her back to them and started climbing to the back of the
fountain in earnest. Eventually, she had no other way to go than to climb
the rocky waterfall.  As she struggled to maintain foot holds on the small
slippery ledges, she managed to get near the top.  Water was rushing down
upon her and she had to climb with her head under the rushing water at
times to advance.  When she emerged at the top, a gang member stood atop
the falls, legs spread, arms akimbo, in her path.  Marnie turned again and
slid roughly down the falls and tried the other directions, which resulted
in similar standoffs, as she was close enough to hope for escape.

Now surrounded, Marnie exclaimed in tears,  "What is it?  What do you want
of me?

"Lady, for starters, let's have the wet shirt."

"You can't be serious!  I'm old enough to be your mothers.  What would your
mothers say if they knew you had forced someone like them to do that?"
Marnie scolded.

"I'll have to ask her someday, if I ever find her sober. (Laughter)  Now,
are you going to hand it to me, or do I send someone in to remove it for
you. You might not be able to wear it again if that happens."

Recognizing she had no escape, and that her reasoning was falling on deaf
ears, Marnie realized it would be hopeless to let the situation get
physical by provoking them into the fountain with her, so she reluctantly
removed her shirt and held it at maximum arms reach to the leader.  The
half-shell bra she wore that morning to send Roger off with her tits on his
mind, was displaying her erect nipples and her nipple rings to the amazed
group surrounding her.

"Oh Baby, you must be some kind of a slut or something.  Those tits are
something else.  Now do the skirt."

"No, please don't make me do this."  Marnie pleaded, as she slowly removed
the skirt, on the off chance that they might say, "It's okay, just
kidding."

"Come closer, something doesn't look quite right."  He said waving her to
him.  "Now take off those panties."  He ordered.  "My, my.  Look at this.
We do have a slut here.  Look at that bald pussy."  He remarked.

"Please, let me have my clothes back.  Haven't you seen enough?" Marnie
said, covering her nipples with one arm and her mons veneris with her other
hand.

"Lady, squat on that fish there."  He said, pointing to the perch he wanted
her on.

"No please don't make me do this."  She pleaded.

"Either you get up there now, or you do one of my guys, get it?  Eight
fish, eight guys.  So, Snow White, start with that dwarf there."  He said
sternly.

Marnie climbed up on the fish and squatted as requested.  She needed to put
her hands on her knees to help keep her balance.  She was immediately taken
by the one, two, threeeeeeeeeeeeeee, sequence of squirts streaming out of
the fish's mouth.  Despite the terrifying situation, the humiliation and
embarrassment of being forced to stimulate herself on the stream of water,
Marnie was getting aroused. "Eight fish, or eight men.  That's seven dwarfs
and one Prince Charming, I suppose.  I guess I know which one that is
supposed to be.  Maybe if I come eight times, I'll be let go.  The sooner I
do it then, the sooner I'd get out of here."  Marnie surmised.

She bit her lip and worked her way to a genuine orgasm, causing her to have
to jump into the water to keep from falling.

"Okay, Snow babe, that dwarf there."

Marnie climbed on to her next mount and worked a little harder to reach a
natural orgasm.  She wondered if she would be able to pull off a fake one
or two to keep the ball rolling.  With this fish, she could hold on to a
fin to keep her balance, but it made her look somewhat like a jockey in a
Triple Crown event.  When she was pretty worked up, the man said,  "Okay,
you can stop now Lady."  She was surprised. "Now take off the bra."  She
was crestfallen.  It wasn't over with after all.

She was made to climb back up, now completely nude, her tits hanging down,
her nipple rings hanging toward the water.  As she was nearing her climax,
she squatted down further and further until she was almost directly on the
fish's mouth to get the most from the stream of water streaking across her
clitoris.   When she came, she was able to stay aboard.  When she was
directed to another one, but wanted to stay with this one, because she felt
she could control it better with its handhold.

With the direction the stream was coming out of the next one, she found it
necessary to mount it with her rear facing the gang.  They cheered and made
goading noises as they were amused by the water bouncing off her exposed
hairless pussy, running partially up her ass crack.  Right before she came,
Marnie squatted up and down quickly against the long stream each time it
came, to the audience's delight.  After she managed a tortuous climax, and
she went to another fish, she noticed that a couple had stopped safely
across the street to watch her one woman show, at a distance they could
make their escape from the gang members, if they were to mind.

On this fish, she had to face the couple across the street head on. With
her hands on her knees, she looked directly at them with an expression that
pleaded with them to get her help.  They couldn't make out the subtlety of
her expression in just the light from the lampposts so they continued to
watch and comment to each other. Marnie realized that she wouldn't be able
to communicate with them, and then found she could no longer look them in
the eyes.  Everywhere she looked, she saw the smiling faces of gang
members, amused at her lewd display.

She was having trouble getting into it for the performance.  She was
feeling ill to her stomach, her pussy was getting a little sore from the
constant bombardment of the pulsing water, and her legs and back were
tiring from supporting her and keeping her balance.  "I'm going to have to
throw in one of those fake ones here.  I can't take much more of this."
She thought.  She started the fake crescendo, and finally came in shudders,
which may have passed if she hadn't stopped suddenly to check the man's
reaction to it, rather than bask a bit in its aftermath.

"Come here Lady."  The man said.  "That was a big mistake.  Now you are
going to have to do the rest of the dwarves and then Prince Charming."

"No, please let me try again."  Marnie said in a panic.

"Here I'll let you put these on, if you hurry."  He said handing her half
bra and skirt.

She put them on, bent over to get her shoes, and was brought to standing by
the man pinching her left nipple ring in his thumb and forefinger.  "Let's
go."  He said.

She hurried to keep pace with the man's hold on her nipple, as he led her
to a van, and had her get in.  She sat on a bench seat at the back holding
her skirt down and covering her breasts with her other arm.  Five gang
members rode with her in the van, three of which sat in the back, staring
and smiling at her all the way to their destination.  The other three, rode
in an old suped up Cadillac.

The destination was a rundown part of town with buildings that didn't look
occupied from the outside.  They entered a brick building with no windows
on any of the four stories of the wall that the door was on. They went down
a hall with debris on the floor.  They entered a room with three women
sitting around sharing a joint.  They wore body suits and matching high
heels.  One's outfit was all white, another all pink and the third one was
lavender.  They had long slim mature bodies for being young women.  They
had long impractical painted nails, full makeup, and plenty of jewelry on
their heads and hands. The leader sent Marnie in their direction by her
arm.  They stood to avoid having Marnie land in their laps and tried to
cushion her landing into them.  "Get Snow White here cleaned up.  She has
some dwarves to take care of before she takes on the Prince."  He said, and
then led the gang into another room to get high.

Marnie looked frightened to be left with the fancy, if not gaudy young
women. The one in the white said,  "Don't worry lady, if you do exactly
like you are told, you will get out of this just fine." Marnie eased her
contracting body a bit.  "Just don't cross him.  He got into a situation
with a bitch of his once, and she shot him in the groin.  It took off the
head of his thing and he lost one of the round ones.  He nearly bled to
death."  She was telling Marnie as they started to work with her hair.  "He
probably seems pretty tame to you now, but sometimes he goes off
unexpectedly over things having to do with sex, and every woman around him
represents that bitch that changed him for good."

"What am I going to have to do?  I've got to get back to my family." Marnie
asked.

"Ha.  Don't talk about family around him either, trust me."  The lady in
white said.  "You're probably gonna have to satisfy some or all of his guys
and then do the Prince."

"But he had the head of his dick blown off.  What am I going to have to do
to satisfy him?" Marnie wondered to herself.

They dressed Marnie in a garter belt and stockings, gloves that went up to
her elbows, some costume jewelry and pieces that held her hair up out of
the way, then applied makeup to their tastes, which included deep red
lipstick.  Except for the gaudy makeup, Marnie looked fairly formal,
awaiting a fancy evening gown.

The leader came in finishing a laugh from something said or done just prior
to his entrance.  He waved the three women out while he still smiled.  Then
he had Marnie approach him.  "Tonight Snow, you are going to give the
ladies a little break from their duties.  They are going to pick the dwarf
of their choice for the evening and you get to do the four rejected ones.
I'm sure they will be in just the right frame of mind to get you ready for
your Prince Charming."  He said as he held her chin up with his finger, her
face just inches away from his, as if he was going to give her a kiss.
Then he released her chin and she lowered herself back away from him
revulsed.

"Now bend across this bed."  She did as she was told.  "Stretch your arms
out." He strapped on leather cuffs and tied her wrists off to the far
corners of the bed.  "Lift this leg for me."  He said, causing her to stand
on one foot while he attached another cuff to her ankle.

"Is this really necessary?" Marnie pleaded.  "I'll cooperate, really I
will."

"Shut up bitch, and do what you're told, if you know what is good for you."
He said with hostility.  He tied the leg to the corner to her left so it
went straight out from her body.  "Now kick up the other." Marnie tried to
get the last leg supporting her up.  On the second try, he caught her calf,
and cuffed it to the other corner.

In this position, Marnie formed an "X" with her upper body, and she was
forced into the splits with her lower body.  Her pussy and ass were inches
off the edge of the bed, unable to move in any direction. They were open
and sore.  She could do the splits all she wanted as a college cheerleader,
but she hadn't stayed as stretched out in the twenty years hence.  The man
moved the edge of his index finger across her shaved pussy to feel the
elasticity, textures and warmth.  Then he cupped the area, warming her up
for the assault she was about to encounter down there. Moments later he
left and sent two guys in. One went around and checked her bonds while the
other stood between her legs and lowered his pants and drawers.

Marnie asked,  "Please have mercy on me and help me get lubricated first."

The guy between her legs started to roughly poke his middle finger in her
cunt, while the other looked for something in the ladies' area. "Here," he
said to his buddy, "cinnamon flavored lotion."

"Flavored?"  The other one said. "You can eat it?"

"Says here you can.  Also warms you up for it.  Let's give it a try." He
said.

The guy between her legs poured some in his hand.  He poured too much, but
decided against pouring any back in the bottle, and worked it in and around
both of her openings between her legs and then the excess all around her
rear cheeks.  The second guy said, "Try blowing on it, it heats it up."
Then they both got down close to her openings and blew their breath on her
sensitive areas creating a chemical reaction that warmed up the areas
covered with the lotion.  Marnie tried to close her legs, but to no avail.
I wonder what it feels like on me, the guy between her legs said, as he
began to fuck her cunt with his eager cock.

The lotion started to warm up his balls as they slapped up against Marnie's
mons.  "Oh yes, this is good."  He said.

"Hurry, I want some of that."  The other said impatiently.

Whether it was the unusual sensations warming his balls or his buddy's
impatience, he came fairly quickly and mercifully for Marnie.  The other
guy got right to it, and started pumping like a rabbit.  He held on to her
with his hands on the topside of her upper thighs and worked against her
stretched sinews as he pulled himself into her harder and harder.  He came
in a strong forward thrust impaling Marnie on his erupting shaft.  He
jerked into her a couple more times before they both took their leave.

In came the other two.  They both shucked their bottom clothes and one
positioned himself between her legs, while the other got in a kneeling
straddle in front of her on the bed asking her to suck him.  All Marnie
could do was to try her best to hold her head up, create some suction, and
receive his thrusts.  The kneeling guy got cramped and pulled out and off
the bed to finish in her snatch right after his partner was done.

As they were zipping up one said, "That should have her ready for Prince."

In walked the leader.  "Finally, the last one.  Now I get to see how he
wants me to do him. Whatever you do don't accidentally call him stubby."
Marnie thought to herself.

He undid her right leg and let it go easily to the ground.  Marnie couldn't
believe how good it felt to get out of the forced splits.  Then came the
other leg, and she padded in place still bent over as he worked to get her
wrists unbound from the corners.  He stood and looked at her a minute then
went in search of something.  He looked in drawers, left the room a moment,
then came back, leaving the door open, with a nylon string, about a meter
long.  He tied each end to each of her nipple rings, creating a droop
falling to about where her pubic hair would start if she hadn't shaved.

He left her alone again, with the door still open.  She tested the string
attached to her nipple rings and discovered the pain in pulling on them.  A
few minutes later, he returned with a plate of smelly cheese and a sharp
knife.  "On your hands and knees."  He ordered.

"But, what . . .?"  Marnie said, wanting to ask, "why not on the bed."

"Now."  He said, and she obeyed.  "Let's prepare a perfume for the Prince."
He said, as he proceeded to take pieces of the cheese and rubbed them all
over her face, neck, and crotch.  When he was done, he placed a small piece
between her teeth and told her to hold it.  Then he placed a couple of
crumbled pieces in her cunt.  When Marnie protested this with her body
movements, he came back in front, put out his boot, and stepped on the
drooping string.

"Time to meet your Prince Charming.  Prince, heel!"

Marnie's terror rose precipitously, as she heard the bounding footsteps of
an animal approaching the doorway.  She tried to scream without losing the
piece of cheese between her teeth.  There, rounding the doorway and to its
master's side was a large shiny black Doberman.  With its broad shoulders
and small pointy head, it made the scariest sight Marnie had ever been face
to face with.  Prince, the Doberman, sat to his master's left, leaning
forward and sniffing the air before him, alternating with looking up at his
master for the signal to find the treat.  The rest of the gang members and
their women filed into the room to witness the union of Prince and his
bitch.

"Prince, meet Snow White."  He said.  "Find your treat, boy."  He
commanded, sending Prince forward to sniff and lick Marnie's face.

Marnie instinctively tried to back away, but got instant feedback of the
advisability of it by the instant pain in her nipples from the string
tethering her to the floor.  In fact, she had to lean somewhat into Prince,
because his aggressiveness pushed her back against the string in and of
itself.  She tried to hug her head to her shoulder, as Prince sniffed and
licked her neck, she tried to scrunch up her face, when Prince vigorously
licked all traces of the cheese from it.  She was too late to clamp her
teeth, when he insisted on checking all corners of her mouth for vestiges
of his treat.  When Marnie felt she was all but licked raw, Prince went
back to his master's side automatically and sat looking up for further
instructions.

"Go find your treat, boy."  He said again.

Prince went forward slower and sniffed where he had found it before, looked
up at his master and continued sniffing along Marnie's side.  Prince
started to tell that the scent was getting stronger and sniffed under her
belly toward her mons.  This got him really excited and he charged around
behind her to find his treat tucked away in her pussy.  He started to lick
and sniff, protruding his tongue and snout into her cunt alternately in
quick insistent succession.  When he tasted the first crumbles, he started
sending his tongue in, curled for strength, to extract his reward.

Marnie had to push against his efforts to avoid ripping the rings from her
tits.  She even lowered her upper body closer to the ground to give her a
cushion of slack, in case she wasn't vigilant at meeting his forces.  This
pushed her nether region lewdly back into Prince's eager tongue all the
more.

Now Prince tasted cum.  The curled tongue penetrating, unfurling, and
scooping the treats out, was having involuntary affects on Marnie as well.
Her juices, the cinnamon lotion, smelly cheese and cum deposits made a
feast for Prince, getting him visibly excited.  Marnie couldn't tell
directly, but she figured out from the onlookers pointing and talking that,
Prince was sending out his instrument from its sheath.  She knew something
vile was coming when Prince made a high pitched yelp, sniffed one last
time, and jumped up on her back with his front paws.  Marnie felt the moist
warm penis flop and poke its pointed head at her rear areas.  She tried to
foil its entry by leaning her hips from side to side.  The leader was
amused by this for a time, but finally decided to put his foot down
lengthwise along the string, rather than across it, forcing Marnie to bring
her upper body rapidly lower to the floor at his boot, to compensate for
the shorter tether. Her arms became ineffectual as supports in a
four-pointed stance, and she ended up hugging his boot for lack of
alternatives.  During this adjustment, Prince found the home for his penis
that he was thrusting for.  He clamped his front legs around Marnie's hips
and started to pump rhythmically in and out of her cunt with no mercy.
Marnie closed her eyes tight to hide her humiliation and tears.

Whatever pleasure the pure sensation of the warm, hard, swelling phallus
thrusting in and out of her cunt might have had for her, was more than
offset by the forced rape by these low-lives, the audience of strangers,
the thought of it being non-human with untrimmed nails digging into the
soft flesh of her lower belly.

Prince emitted a couple of soft whines.  Marnie feared he was about to
conclude his excitement. Then Marnie felt the unusual sensation of further
swelling, filling and stretching her vagina.  The surprise of it caused her
to focus on nothing but the inescapable sensations in her groin. Delirium
built up from her cunt, and rose in a crescendo quickly to her brain, as
her orgasm was triggered by her Prince's discharge of his seed into her.

She was oblivious to the laughter.  By the time Prince was relaxed enough
to dismount, the leader stepped off of her tether.  Marnie knelt in a
kneeling fetal position, face in hands, for a few minutes while several
people filed out.  The lady in white said, "Here let me help you with
that," as she untied the tether from her rings.  The woman in lavender
stood silently by with her skirt and bra.  The third woman donated a grungy
tee-shirt for her to wear back to the fountain.

When they got her back, they tossed her out of the van, and sped off, so
she wouldn't get a look at the plates on the vehicle.  She found her keys
still in the shrubs and high tailed it back to her house for a scrubbing
shower, a long cry, and a soaking bath.

Marnie lay on her bed in her robe contemplating the error of her ways, how
giving into her urges set up the events of the evening.  Now she didn't
even need Larcher to ruin her life, she thought, she was an expert now at
doing it herself.

Brenda walked in sleepy-eyed in her robe.  "Is everything okay Mom, it
looks as though you've been crying."

"I just really need your father tonight, Honey, that's all.  I have some
demons to fight, and he helps me with the will to do so."

"I'm here for you Mom." Brenda said, as she curled up next to her mother on
the bed with her head on Marnie's outstretched arm.

"I don't deserve a daughter as wonderful as you Dear."  Marnie said,
turning to give her a firm hug and a kiss atop her head.

"You're always there for me.  I get it from you."  Brenda said, snuggling a
little.

"I love you Brenda."  Marnie said trying to hide her tears.

"Back at you, Mom."

Then they drifted off to sleep, just like they used to do when Brenda would
come to her as a child to have her help ward off her nightmarish demons.


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