~Subject: Auntie Dearest #9 nc............... ~From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com (Richard Fischer) ~Date: 22 Oct 1995 15:06:26 GMT ~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories 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!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Auntie Dearest # 9 by Paladin The american hairlesses were forced back into their cages by the girls while Dr. Chew and O'Mally went to retrieve the envelope in the main office. O'Mally took both the bag and the envelope away with him, much to the dismay of Dr. Chew. Hillary's ass hurt more now than it had ever done with the small yellow puds. <That cop was hung like a horse!> She thought. <Still he did stay right at it like... OH shit here I go thinking with my ass hole no less. He can not hold a candle to the knot but still those slapping balls on her clit and neither lips. Oh what a feeling!!> She looked out through the screen of the cage and her gaze fell on her lover. It was all stiff and dry from it's hours of rest. Her belly growled and her cunt tightened. It was to be here soon. She knew... well she hoped. She fingered her tag and twisted it to quell some of the hunger in her. Her hands did not need to be restrained as she gradually became accustomed to her role in life. Dr. Chew burst into the confined space. He was really put out. He hollered at the girls and gave much trouble. His customers for the sucking mouths were not to be found for a while. The crowd was scared off by the blue suit of authority. The money was lost... what more could go wrong in his small yellow world?? <Licenses... fees.... Just like in old country. These blue suited white devils were bleeding him dry.> He thought. <Sure the movie would pay for his overhead and the boarding fee...but the gravy was..> "DING DING" the door bell called out the presence of a customer. You ho! Dr. Chew... is anyone here. I have come with a message from Karen. .... Is anyone in this shit hole..." a female voice announced from the waiting room area. Dr. Chew hurried to the outer office and saw a tall black leather clad woman with a motorcycle helmet in his waiting room advancing on the door to the inner parts of his business. Her shiny leathers and flaming red hair contrasted violently. Her beautiful face was ruined with the scar on her cheek and the mean little piercing eyes. She carried herself with an air of inner confidence. As he opened the door to the room she stood there hands on her hips and demanded, "You the head chink... Dr. Chew or some such shit..." "Yes I Dr. Chew, Proprietor of this fine establishment. Who you and what you want?" Dr. Chew informed the female standing in his waiting room. <Obviously disrespectfully white devil. I send her away and try to get on with business. Play dumb like always. Females fooled by this always. Karen's friend?? Dumb bitch. No need this now...> She smiled down at the little white coated putz and kicked him where the sun does not shine. Dr. Chew was soo taken by surprise and hurt that he could not even scream. He just sank to his knees and sought to keep down his breakfast. He bent over and tried to protect his now flaming neither regions. She grabbed his hair and held him up right by the greasy black licks. She squatted down and slapped him for and back hand. Then she let him sink to the tile floor. She flipped him over and planted her high heel in his ass crack. His trousers tore and the spiky point of her shoe found a reluctant home.. The pain in his balls and stinging slap to his face paled by comparison. The bitch goddess shinny heel found and penetrated deeply into his ass hole. "AHAHHAHAHAHHHHHHH" Dr. Chew screamed as he tried to vocalize his pain and to hell with the stoic chinese shit. His vitals screamed for relief. "I thought we had to come to some sort of understanding chink, before we got off on the wrong foot. You understand putz?" the goddess asked as she twisted her heel in his rectum. "Please no more.. I give you what you want.. I give you..." Dr. Chew begged from his humiliating position on his waiting room floor. The assistants looked over the counter and saw their boss groveling before this tormentor. Their marveled at this amazonian. They feared her wrath and stood frozen at her gaze. "Get over here and sit in the chairs while I communicate with this yellow shit." she ordered them. She waited till the diminutive yellow girls were seated before she continued 'communicating' with Dr. Chew. "I think we can now reached an understanding. We can dispense with this for the moment." she said as she viciously removed her heel with a twist. "Now show me Karen's mutts, and no funny shit, if you want me to let you keep those puny yellow nubbins you are holding so tightly." She dragged the hurting yellow man to his feet by his hair. Holding his family jewels he hobbled back to the holding cages, and while his assistants cowered in their assigned seats, showed her the boarded hairless bitches. Gasping for breath he offered, "See... they fi... fine. I do good. Karen charges fine... I not even fuckie cunt... Karen's wishes much difficult but I do. I no des..." She stuped over a little and gripped his hurting balls over his small delicate hand. "Let Brenda hold um for you, fucker. Get that hand out of my way before I break it off and shove it up your worthless yellow ass." She ordered. Reluctantly Dr. Chew relinquished his swelling balls to the charge of the amazonian. She took them both in one muscular hand and demanded, "What sort of shit you cooking up with the cop?" She added a viscous twist and an upward pull that caused the now screaming doctor to lose his contiousness. He regained contiousness naked tied to one of his examining tables. The bitch goddess was there with his two assistance's tied to the table legs. His hurting balls and limp dick were displayed framed by his small yellow legs for whatever use she desired to put them to. "Don't worry doc. I put out the closed sign and now I'm going to conduct choir practice right here. We got all the time it takes. I don't hear the right notes... you'll be singing soprano, like the wimps use to have these." she said showing him some objects dangling off her leather belt. She had a few sets of small round... MEN'S BALLS!! They were coated in plastic forever sealing them as they were the day they had come into her possession, from their former owners. "Please you no understand... cop no friend of mine.." Dr. Chew began pleading. CRASH. She pulled out a drawer in his cabinet. In the second draw she found the tool she wanted. She raised the scalpel to examine it in the light. She return to his crotch. She deliberately dulled the blade on the steel table. She reached out and captured his throbbing balls in one hand. With the other hand she positioned the dull edge beside his family jewels. She slowly stroked the tense ball bag tugging out hairs along its path. "The others I had to do quick. Ernies here I had to do with a sharp rock. See how they got flattened." She looked him right in the eye, "So far I ain't convinced. One more chance and you get to make beautiful music. Here let me prop up your head. Then you can watch. With all the equipment I have here Doc I can make a real deal out of these trophies. I bet I can even feed you your pud. You don't want that? Convince me!" "No No don't Cop come here for pay off and find me selling blow jobs form mutts. He take all money and leave. He be back next week and other cops be around for fuckie but no trouble." Dr. Chew blurted out as he watched her stroke his ball sack with the now dull scalpel. He told her the whole truth and about the movie and the dogs and everything. Confession was good for the soul, and in this case it saved his nuts from a position on Brenda's belt. Not to mention his dick. She thought for a minute and then with the point of the blade under his foreskin asked, "How much that film worth?" Dr. Chew thought for a moment but the pain as she pricked the sensitive skin brought forth, "Fifty thousand maybe." "Well we can play this two ways. I can circumcise you here and now and keep the film and try to sell it or you can pay me not to do any cutting, say twenty five thousand, and you keep the film." another flick of the blade tip and some more bleeding quickly sealed the deal. She let Dr. Chew get dressed and go home for the night. She took charge of the girls. She had the bitches lick out the girls tiny cunts to three times each before the girls were released to go home. She had everyones home addresses so if they did not show up tomorrow one of her biker friends would visit. No one wanted that so all would return on time but the management had changed. Brenda made herself at home and had the bitches spend time between her legs. She corrected the doctors lack of lesbian training. And she did it all in one night. Sure the bitches sleep was compromised but then no one seemed able to complained. Brenda's skill with a blade and her fighting abilities guarenteeded that she had her way with tougher opponents than these poor specimens. Early the next morning Dr. Chew arrive and warily looked around the door to the holding cages. Brenda sat there with both bitches servicing her firm naked body. The bitches were working with tired tongues but the goddess took no excuses. She looked up at the cringing yellow man and demanded, "Get in here wimp. I want you to do some work you worthless yellow shit." Warily he came in and sought to keep distance from her. He had learned that she was quick as a viper with those hands and feet. He would do anything she asked in hopes she took what she wanted and left him his business. He would pay. He hopped. "This tattoo shit here. What do you do with it?" she demanded. "Use to place identifying numbers on animals. Usually inside lips or hind inside legs. If get lost can be identified by my book." Reluctantly Dr. Chew answered. "That's what I thought." she said. "I know Karen would be tickled pink if we did her bitches for her. Set up the shit and be quick about it." Dr. Chew set up the thing and turned it on. Brenda drew Wendy out of her cage and tied her down spread open on the work table. "Inside here," she explained. "Write 'Karen's Slut'" She held open Wendy's right labia. "Use black ink and make it large as possible." "Could be infected in there. Much need cleaning." Dr. Chew explained. "Good though as keep moist. Make ink look darker." "Don't worry about that. I got the perfect pussy eater to keep it clean as a whistle in there." She said, "Do It before I decide to castrate you again. Remember I don't have no yellow nuts on my belt... YET!!" After hearing this he went quickly to work. Brenda stuffed Wendy's mouth with the doggie toy, then she blew it up to stop her cries about the decorating of her formally smooth pink slit. From now on she would forever bear Karen's name inside her genitals. Her status, as a bitch, was sealed. Hillary was next and although she tried to get away, Brenda handled her like one would a small child. She starred up at the ceiling light and felt the tiny needle pricking its designs into her pink skinned cunt with the black ink that would be there permanently. Now whenever she had relations with anyone or sought to leave her mistress she could be identified and brought back.. She would become a nun if she ever got out of this. but would they take a tattoo cunted bitch?? During the the marking the girl assistants arrived. Brenda put them to work licking the recently marked neither lips. The girls were reluctant at first but a couple of slaps from Brenda soon convinced then to do the nasty deed. More to come...............