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Hi,

I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't
really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to
repost the stuff I have.

There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who
have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were
originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them
first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever
increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.

The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage
orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a
little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't
be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the
stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still
apply. (Also there is nothing that I can see from the original post
which says I can't repost this story. If you are the author and you do
NOT want it reposted then I suggest you let me, & everyone else,
know).

I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.

Bye for now. 

Anakha
http://home.clara.net/anakha/index.html
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Subject: REPOST: MyFrThAl: Julie Bound (MFF, cons, bondage)
From: myfrthal@aol.com (MyFrThAl)
Date: 8 May 1996 21:52:08 -0400

This week's repost is a day early.  Look for a new story on Sunday.
Save box-tops, collect valuable prizes!  This story is packed by
weight, not by volume; some settling may have occurred during shipment

.. Mark   (http://users.aol.com/myfrthal/)


My Friends the Allens -- Julie Bound
by Mark Aster

= = =
Note: this story contains graphic accounts of bondage, homosexual and
incestuous sex, as well as oral and extramarital sex, all among
consenting adults; any or all of this may be illegal in some places.
If you live in such a place, the author advises you to cut loose and
do it anyway, but be careful not to get caught.  Also, consider moving
somewhere where the laws aren't abysmally stupid.
= = =

Pat met me at the door, wearing only a big brown terrycloth robe, wide
open in front.  As the door closed behind me, I slid my hands in under
the robe, cupping the warm skin of her back, and drawing her towards
me.  We kissed long and hot; I stroked her back and the mounds of her
ass as she sucked my tongue and pressed her body against me.  It was a
deep, soul-stealing kiss, and it took me a long moment after we moved
apart to realize what was going on in the rest of the room. Then my
eyes opened very wide.  "What the hell is this?"

Pat's younger sister Julie, a curvy nineteen-year-old, was spread
naked on the big white couch.  She was propped up on a pile of
pillows, her elbows tied behind her with a leather thong.  Her knees
were bent and spread, and her ankles tied to the legs of the couch,
her pussy opened up wide.  A strip of black felt was tied around her
eyes.  Her mouth was open, and her breathing rough.  The pink nipples
of her small round breasts, stiff and erect, pointed up at the
ceiling; the bow of her body gleamed in the light.  As I watched, she
licked her lips and moaned slightly; from the smell of wet cunt in the
room, I could imagine Pat warming her up after calling to invite me
over.  On a low table beside the couch was an odd assortment of
objects I didn't recognize immediately.

"Well," said Pat, reaching for something on the table, "the official
story is that I caught her cheating at Destiny." Destiny is a complex
game invented by the sisters, involving cards, chips, and what-all
else, that they play constantly. "But in fact Julie just likes a
little discipline now and then. Isn't that right, Little Sister?"  And
as she said it she lightly tapped Julie's bare thigh with the wand she
had picked up from the table.  As Julie let out a strangled scream and
writhed in her bonds, I noticed that the wand had a cord that was
plugged into the wall, and that it had left a narrow red welt where it
had touched Julie's thigh.

"Ah, no screaming!  Remember what happens if you scream."  And Pat
took her sister's head in both hands and kissed her hard and bruising
on the mouth; Julie's body arched, her skin was shiny with sweat.
Without pausing, Pat sat up, and again tapped her sister's thigh with
the wand, adding a second red burn beside the first.  This time, Julie
did scream, a sudden sharp shout of pain or ecstasy quickly cut off.

"Ah, naughty," Pat chuckled, taking something from the table and
stuffing it quickly into her sister's mouth; then she sealed the soft
red lips with a strip of grey duct tape that had been stuck to the
table's edge.  Julie tried to shout something; her tormentor just
grinned more broadly.

"Jesus Christ, Pat, what are you doing!?" I yelled, appalled.

"Don't worry," she replied, patting my cheek fondly, "she loves it,
really.  Here!"  She reached over and cupped Julie's soft open twat in
one palm, pressing and rubbing.  "Shall I stop and untie you, Little
Sister?"  Julie moaned deep in her throat, and thrashed wildly,
shaking her head violently from side to side. Her skin was flushed,
and the muscles of her stomach convulsed in a long slow orgasm.  In
fact, I realized that the girl had been coming continuously almost
since the first time Pat had burned her thigh with the wand.   I
swallowed hard, and adjusted my swelling cock in my pants.  "Well," I
said, "at least don't leave any scars."

"Nah," purred Pat, continuing to press and stroke at Julie's thrusting
cunt, "we have it set to 'hurt' right now.  We only set it to 'scar'
if she's REALLY naughty."  Suddenly she stopped her stroking, and
leaned down and bit her sister hard on the left nipple.  Julie's
moaning changed to a muffled high-pitched scream.

I stood there and watched, strongly aroused and deeply disturbed. A
few days ago, I'd stayed up until dawn with this girl, thinking up
obscene new lyrics for "Whenever I See Your Smiling Face", and having
gentle consensual sex.  Now she was stretched out on the couch in
front of me, bound, gagged and blindfolded, her dripping pussy
exposed, her pink nipples pointing taughtly at the ceiling, her body
convulsing in a long involuntary orgasm.  I wanted to free her and
comfort her.  I wanted to mount her and fuck her.

"Uh, what do I do?" I asked stupidly.

"What an imagination!" Pat snorted, "Do whatever you want.  She's our
little sex doll for the evening.  Doesn't anything come to mind?"  She
looked at me in derision.  "Here, you can help me with this.  We call
it the Death of a Thousand Scratches."  Julie began to whimper
pitifully.

Pat reached down and put the tips of all ten fingers on her sister's
neck, just above the collarbone.  Slowly, she ran her fingernails down
over the soft skin of Julie's upper chest, up the slopes of her
breasts, and around each nipple.  Julie's body slowly began to
convulse again.  I licked my lips and joined in, gently scratching
Julie's stomach and hips with my fingernails.  She moaned in the gag
and pressed herself against my fingers.  It was all I could do to keep
from grabbing her hips in my hands, taking her hungry flesh into my
mouth. "When vision is cut off, the other senses become especially
sharp," Pat remarked casually as she gently scratched Julie's bare
thighs.

"This doesn't exactly seem like punishment." I suggested, talking to
distract myself from my desire to rescue or ravage the writhing girl.

"Oh, this is just the warmup," said Pat, motioning with her head that
I should continue, while she reached for yet another tool from the
table.  I swallowed hard again when I saw what it was; a shiny steel
awl, clean and quite sharp.

As I ran my fingernails over Julie's bound quivering flesh, Pat began
to scratch her with the awl.  The sharp steel drew a fine line of
white and red over the girl's stomach, around her breasts, over each
shoulder. Although Pat wielded her weapon with a sure and gentle
touch, once or twice Julie writhed at just the wrong moment, and the
awl broke the skin, raising a few tiny red droplets of blood.  I felt
like crying from the pure beauty of those innocent red drops on the
flushed taut female skin.  I lowered my head and ran my tongue along
the scratch, licking up one small drop.  "Now you're getting into the
spirit of the thing," whispered Pat, running the awl lazily between
her sister's breasts.

When Julie's orgasmic writhing became too violent, despite the bonds,
for us to continue our scratching, Pat sat back and announced the next
stage.  From a tube on the side of the bed, she squeezed a line of
scented antisceptic cream onto the girl's stomach and chest.  "Here,"
she said, "rub this in.  Prevents infection, and lets you indulge
youself in the feel of her body. That's what she's here for!"  I began
to rub the cool white cream into the abused skin, running my palms
hungrily over her stomach, cupping her breasts, and then squeezing
them and pressing them, shiny and slippery and soft.  My cock was
painfully stiff, and I was beginning to gasp with desire as I stroked
the young body.

Pat leaned back on the couch, slipped the robe back off her shoulders,
and ran her hands over her own big firm boobs. She closed her eyes and
started to lecture.  "Another aspect of discipline, when the subject
is immobilized and cannot even follow orders, is the female orgasm
itself." As I squeezed and caressed her hot flesh, Julie's muscles
tensed and relaxed rhythmically in another long moaning round of
coming.  "While at one level the subject is in ecstasy, at another
level desire becomes pain.  More and more, the body wants penetration,
wants COCK, wants something big and hot plunging deeply within.  The
more that is denied, the more unbearable the outer orgasm becomes."
Julie began to scream again behind the gag as she came and came.  "By
denying penetration, we impose discipline, and remind the subject of
her responsibilities."  Pat grinned and reached over to her sister,
running one finger between her legs and slipping it just barely into
the opening of her cunt.  The bound girl screamed and begged behind
the gag.  I had the definite feeling that behind the blindfold she was
crying.

This went on for a long hazy time, as I squeezed and stroked Julie's
body with my hands, indulging myself in the incredible textures of her
body, and trying not to feel guilty as she sobbed and thrashed and
pleaded. 

"Uh, teacher, I think I'd like to fuck the subject now, if that fits
into the lesson plan."  My cock was achingly hard, and I very much
wanted to come in Julie's open cunt.  When she heard this, Julie
stretch herself toward me and nodded her head wildly up and down.

"Hm," said Pat, "penetration is generally allowed only at the end of
discipline.  Come with me."  And we walked toward the bedroom, leaving
Julie moaning and sweating alone on the couch. Pat whispered
instructions to me, and I was depraved enough by then to grin and
obey.  In the bedroom, out of Julie's earshot, I slipped out of my
clothes.  As Pat made noise to cover me, I tiptoed back to the couch,
to stand silently in front of the bound girl, my cock upright and
throbbing.  Then Pat slammed the door loudly, and we both went silent.

Naked and covered with cream and sweat, her body scratched and
stretched, aching with desire and exertion, Julie was alone for all
she knew.  She moved her head from side to side, trying to
hear anyone who might be nearby.  Her moaning had become raw sobs, and
her hips still rocked in the last waves of her latest orgasm.  As she
began to relax in despair, I suddenly mounted her, and thrust my cock
deeply into her molten pussy.

Instantly, she began to come, in a deep, screaming vaginal orgasm. My
cock was swallowed up by strong contractions of the smooth moist walls
of her cunt.  I lowered myself over her, kissing and biting the flesh
of her neck and breasts.  I had told myself I would be gentle, but it
was impossible; the strength of her animal desire, and her role as sex
toy, brought out the animal in me, and I fucked her selfishly and
roughly.  My throbbing cock rammed into her and tore out, long and
hard and thick, and waves of pure primitive pleasure ran through my
body.  I squeezed her slick breasts in my hands, rolled the nipples
between my fingers, slid my cock slowly in and out of her, then fast,
then slowly again, indulging my own pleasure as she screamed and
begged and came.  Her vaginal orgasm ended, and she began to shake her
head wildly in denial as I continued to plunge in and out of her.  It
was selfish, it was evil, but it was very, very good.  I finally came
in a great rush of cum and ecstasy, shooting hot blasts of semen into
her aching helpless depths.

Pat, who had come to stand and watch as I fucked her sister, smiled
her teacherly smile, and gently urged me off of Julie and onto the
couch.  After giving both of us a few moments to rest, she began to
untie the girl's ankles from the couch legs. Then she reached behind
to where her arms were bound.  "You might want to stand back; the
subject sometimes becomes violent at this point."

The moment Julie's arms were free, she kicked wildly with both legs,
and began to swing her arms around and flex her hands. She tore the
blindfold from her eyes and the duct tape from her mouth, and spat out
the gag, which I saw had been an odd ball of plastic strips, in garish
purple and orange.  She stared around the room wildly, like an animal
seeing daylight after a long captivity.  Her eyes found Pat first, and
she sprang at her.  At first I thought she was going to tear her
sister limb from limb, but then I realized that she was kissing her,
squeezing her big boobs with her small hands, sucking hungrily at her
nipples, all the while cursing hoarsely in a way that would have made
a longshoreman proud.  Pat lay back almost passive as Julie ran her
hands over her naked flesh and pressed her body against her, pelvis to
pelvis, mouth to mouth.  Then she began again to kiss and suck Pat's
breasts, and as she moved lower, she seemed to relax a little. By the
time Pat came to orgasm, moaning and bucking as her sister eagerly ate
her pussy, Julie seemed almost calm.

Rising from her sister's sated body, she then turned to me. She took
two steps toward me, said "And as for you," and then slapped me across
the face.  It was a solid open-handed slap that turned my head
painfully to the side.  I had not nearly recoverd from the shock when
she grabbed me by the ears, drew my head to her, and kissed me long
and hard on the mouth.  It was an impudent kiss, a possessive kiss, a
threatening kiss.  "You'll get yours!" she finished.  She then turned
her round little ass to me, took her sister by the hand, and the two
girls retired to their private room, where I always fantasize that
they do unhallowed sexual things to each other, but where in fact I
think they drink beer and herbal tea, and gossip about sex and men.  I
relaxed on the couch, thinking.  This was the first time I'd done
anything kinky with these girls (unless you're some kind of Puritan
who counts hot threesomes with lots of oral sex and lesbian incest as
kinky), and I needed to sit and deal with my feelings.

I did get mine, of course, not very long afterwards.  But I don't
think I'm quite ready to tell THAT story yet.

My Friends the Allens -- Julie Bound
by Mark Aster
The End

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