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NWMD02.TXT -- 2/21(?)
Not With My Daughter!
Part 2
by Spunk N. Wagnels
spunknwagnels@hotmail.com
ICQ #17890536
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It was a warm summer evening with close friends in the backyard of Roger and
Marnie's suburban home. Roger was turning steaks and Marnie was filling drink
orders, when their daughter Brenda came up to her mom with an envelop. "What's
this?" She asked her daughter.
"Some strange girl handed it to me at the door." Brenda said. "She said,
'Give this to your mom for me please, won't you? Cheers!' and she left in the
car that was waiting for her, you know that gold Caddie that helped us out a
while ago." Brenda reported.
Marnie's face went pale. She held the envelop to her upper chest, and froze in
thought for a second. "Thank you Dear." She said blankly to Brenda and
started in for the house.
"Are you okay Mom? You don't look well." Brenda asked concerned.
"Oh, fine Dear. Just fine." She said as she entered the house out of
conversational distance.
Marnie went into the guest bathroom to open the envelop with fear and
trepidation. Inside was a hand made card which read, "Come to our party. We
won't take 'No' for an answer." Slowly, she opened the card, and two photos
slipped out and fell into her lap. She stared at them in abject horror. There
she was in one trying to cover up her nudity with her hands, and in the other,
dancing arms up openly displaying a shaved pussy. When her breathing caught up
with the adrenaline rush, she went on to read, "Cum one, cum all." It gave an
address, time, and the following instructions, "Cheerleading uniform a must,
bra and panties not, we have yours for you. Arrive shaved or be shaved. Come to
our party or we'll come to yours. Be on time."
Marnie sat in shock. There was a knock at the door. "Mom, are you all right?"
Brenda asked.
"Yes, Honey. I'll be out in just a minute." Marnie said, as she was fumbling
to hide the envelop and its contents.
"One week. What am I going to do about these guys?" Marnie thought. "I
thought I was through with them weeks ago. Will they just keep this up or will
they go away? How do I get out of the house? How do I leave with the
cheerleader outfit? What am I going to do . . .?" Marnie was preoccupied with
thoughts like these throughout the whole week.
Eventually, Marnie just figured that the only way to end it with these guys was
to confront them and threaten legal action if they don't go away and leave her
and her family alone for ever. "I'll show up as they asked, so as not to rile
them right off, and talk to them levelly about the situation. That's what I'll
do. If they realize that I mean business, they should back down and leave me
and my family alone." She resolved to herself, as she made ready to leave.
"Oh! Honey!" Roger said shocked, when he saw his bride of seventeen years in
the cheerleading outfit. "It's broad daylight and Brenda is upstairs."
"No, silly. I am meeting Christi and Barbara for a late lunch. As a gimmick,
we decided to show up in these to see who can still fit into them. Anyone who
can't, buys lunch. I'm safe, because you keep me in such good shape, Mr.
Trainer, you." She said as she tweaked his nose and eluded his attempt at a
hug. "I'll see to you later, Mr. Basketball Star." She said, as she stepped
out the door, relieved that he seemed to buy it.
When she got in her car, she became more acutely aware of her situation. Just
getting into the seat, feeling the wafting air on her freshly shaved pussy, as
she stepped in and swung her legs around, her bare butt turning into position
on the vinyl seats, her nipples rubbing on the inside of her top, all set off a
combination of humiliation and excitement.
The directions took her to an address to an unincorporated part of the county,
where there were no sidewalks. She pulled up and parked behind the gold Caddie
waiting there. Jeff was leaning his butt against the driver's door, legs
crossed and arms folded staring blankly across the street. He brightened when
he saw her pull up, and went over to her door and waited for her to roll down
the window before speaking. "Park it and come with me, Gorgeous Lady."
When he heard the door unlatching he quickly opened it and held it open for
her. Marnie made her best effort to hold her short cheerleader skirt down in
front as she swung her legs around to exit the car. She couldn't do much for
the peek he got down the V-neck of her top, though.
She got into the kid's car, but something was different. On the seat was a
wooden bead mat that some cab drivers use to keep their seat cool in the
summer. She was thankful that she wouldn't have to put her bare bottom on the
dirty seat of their car, but the beads made her awfully wet down there, as
turns and bumps stimulated her freshly shaved bottom mercilessly.
They were headed more or less back to town. The kid pulled into to an
apartment complex. He parked by the recreation center, and opened the door for
her to get out. This time she was less adroit at keeping the skirt in place as
she swung her legs and slid on the wet beads getting out. The kid smiled and
padded in place in anticipation, or he just needed to go really bad. The kid
said, "This way." As he pointed to the entrance with the sign that read,
'Reserved for a Private Party Tonight' and gave the date.
Marnie walked on ahead with the kid at her heels. When he stroked her naked
behind, lifting up her skirt, she turned, slapped at his hand, and with pointed
finger said, "Don't mess with me tonight, Jeff!" He giggled in his neurotic
way and ran in front to open the door for her.
Inside the room were a dozen or so people, drinking beer, playing pool, and
laughing it up. The guys were in very casual clothes, like shorts or swim
trunks and tacky Hawaiian or bowling type shirts. The young gals were in
bikinis, some with tee-shirts over them. Everyone stopped what they were
doing, and all eyes were on Marnie, as the kid pushed her into the room, so he
could close the door behind them. The man approached her from the makeshift
bar set up to her right, took her arm in his hand, stepped her into the room a
couple of steps, and announced, "Hey, everyone, this here is Marnie." He
looked at her for confirmation. "She is my guest here tonight, so I want you
all to make her feel welcomed." The partygoers looked her up and down while he
spoke. Then she could hear isolated comments about her breasts on display in
the sleeveless jersey top, and her cheerleader costume in general.
Marnie took her arm out of the man's grasp and grasped his arm with her hand
instead, and marched him off to the keg setup. "I've got to have a serious
word with you." She said sternly. "I don't know what your game is here or with
me, but I am here to tell you that it is going to end right now." She paused
for his reaction, which was patient with a smirk. "I want those negatives, I
want to go right now, and I don't ever want to see or hear from you or your
depraved son ever again. Do you read me?" He just looked on trying to fight
back a smile. "I am serious here. I will get the cops involved if you don't
end this here and now."
"Does your husband ever tell you how cute you are when you get mad?" He said,
unresponsive to her threat.
SLAP! "You leave my family out of this, you monster."
The party halted like E.F. Hutton had spoken. The man traced the area of the
slap and grabbed her wrists saying, we are going to have to carry on this
discussion outside, Missy." He pulled her outside by her right wrist. He
pulled her to the trunk of his car and tried to open it. When she started
kicking his shins, he grabbed her around the waist from behind and lifted her
off of the ground so she would lose her grounding. When he got the trunk open,
he grabbed some rope, looked around, and decided to head toward the pool. It
was empty, because of the party reservation, so he tied her wrists together on
the inside of the ladder handles, so that she had them in a hug. When she
continued to try to kick him, he decided to fix that by tying her ankles to the
ladder's feet, where it anchored into the concrete.
"There that should give you a chance to cool down. Now, why don't you think
about the fact that you came here voluntarily, dressed as you are. Think about
what your family would think or do if they knew what a slut you were. Think
about your word against thirteen, fourteen other people, who all tell the same
story to the cops. Then think about what you might do to convincingly
apologize, and then, "I'll think about setting your hands and feet free. Get
it?!" He said, with a few seconds of petting her pussy, that was clearly
visible if she didn't stay as upright as possible. He left to join the others
inside.
Marnie sobbed. She had played her hand and came up bust. She didn't know what
she was going to do. Now she was bound like a domesticated animal forced to be
available to the whims of her owner . . . or anyone who would happen by.
Looking left she saw a head popping up over the six foot privacy fence.
Looking again, she saw a different head popping up. "Psst! Psst! Come in
here and help me." Marnie said in a half whisper.
"We can't lady, this is a private party. Why are you tied up?" A voice said
from behind the fence.
"Come here and untie me please." Marnie said, urgently.
The two lads snuck into the pool area over the fence and walked up to either
side of her. "Who put you like this?" The taller of the thirteen or fourteen
year olds asked.
"A man in the party there. He has a son named Jeff. Do you know him?" She
responded.
"I don't think I should mess with the rope then if Jeff's dad did this. You
have nice legs lady. How old are you?" The taller one asked.
"I'm old enough to be your mother. Would you leave your mother tied up like
this?" She asked trying a different tack.
"Depends how mad I am at her, I guess, or if she looked as good as you do." He
said bending over a little to look up Marnie's skirt. "My mom sure don't look
like you do down there. She's all hairy. My mom's got a tattoo on her butt,
do you?" He said, as he flipped her skirt up quickly and backed up, as if she
could lash out at him.
"You insolent brat. Keep your hands off of me." Marnie said, furious at them.
"Ha, what are you going to do to stop us?" He said, reaching up to tweak her
left nipple. Marnie lurched at him but could do nothing to stop him. Now both
boys were tweaking a nipple. Marnie tried to get their hands off by pushing
them away with her elbows going forward. This only proved to send her falling
forward down the ladder handle. With limited ability to bend her knees, she
was kind of stuck for the time being in a forward, straight legged bent
position. The boys flipped up her skirt now, and it stayed up on its own.
"Hey Sam, I got an idea. Go get the soakers." The smaller freckled strawberry
blond kid ran to the corner of the pool area and opened a chest with pool toys
in it. He ran back with a couple of high volume squirt guns. They filled them
in the pool and aimed at her ankles and worked their way up her legs to her
bottom. They got more interested in her anus and pussy when they saw that they
got an extreme reaction from her when they hit her there.
"Hey! Argh! Oooow, ooooh. Stop that right now!" Marnie said, reacting to
the sensations between her legs. "Oh, ahhhh, stop that right now, I say."
She fought between hits to scold them. "You boys are really going to get it
now. Wait until I am free and tell your mothers. Hey! Hey! Stop that, you!"
They stopped to respond. The taller guy said, "You don't even know who we are.
You don't know where we live. You don't even know our mothers. Are you a
mother? You don't have any hair down here like ours do and your bosoms are
much bigger than either of our mom's." They laughed at saying the word
"bosoms".
The boys whispered so low that Marnie couldn't hear what they were planning.
Then they approached her from the sides and each took a hold of her top and
pulled it up past her breasts leaving her tenders tits exposed to their stares
and gropes. They each started feeling a tit. Marnie couldn't do anything to
stop them, because the next fall forward would mean her head in the water with
two young boys not strong or smart enough to pull her out from drowning. As it
was, she was holding her arms in tight against the rails to keep her from
sliding further. Having to tighten the muscles in her chest, while having
these young hands exploring her sensitive nipples, was almost enough to make
her pass out.
"Yes I am a mother, please stop, ooooh, argh, phew, phew, and my family
misses me. I need to have you, oh please stop, untie me so I can get back to
them. Please, be nice and do me this favor. I won't be mad at you. Phew.
Phew. I will be grateful. Please." She begged them.
They stopped for a moment. "Like, what does that mean exactly, that you will
be grateful?" The taller boy said.
"I mean, that, that, I will try to find a way to do you a favor, be nice to
you, or give you a reward." She said, working every possibility she could
think of.
"First, can you promise we won't get in trouble with Jeff Larcher or his
dad?"
"I'll tell him that I untied myself."
"Well then, would you come over to Sam's place and let us take some Polaroids
of you for our collections?" The tall one asked nervously.
"What collections?" Marnie asked.
"Sam steals pictures of his mom and her boy friends making out and trades them
to me for pictures of my mom and her girlfriends. It would be cool to have
some of you, you're really hot."
Well coming from you boys, I should be flattered. I just don't think that
would be right. If the pictures ever got out, I'd be in big trouble. Think of
something else, okay?"
The boys backed up and started firing at her rear holes again while they
discussed it. "I can't think of anything else, can you Sam?"
"Oh gawd! Stop. Please, eeeeoooo, stop."
"No, I can't think of anything else, Tom." Said the shorter one. Then they
started to aim closely at her nipples from the sides.
"Okay, Okay, Please stop. You win. I’ll do it. Oh yes stop. Thank you.
Now you boys promise that you won't let anyone else see them ever?" She said,
soliciting their word. "Scouts honor?"
They looked at each other smiling where she couldn't see them, and said, "Of
course lady, we promise right Sam?" (Silent giggles)
"Right, Tom."
The boys struggled, but they managed to untie her. Then the three left the
pool area and headed to Sam's ground floor apartment. Sam ran to get the
Polaroid and film. When he came back, Tom said, "Go get your stash, so we can
figure out the posing."
Sam came back with a handful of Polaroids. "Can I see those please?" Marnie
asked curious. When she saw them, she was seeing real-life lesbian scenes
between two and three women for the first time in her life. Her jaw nearly hit
the floor, then a wave of panic swept her, when it clicked that they were going
to use these pictures to figure out poses for her. "Boys, I can't do any of
these things for the camera. It's obscene!"
"We'll just have to tell Mr. Larcher where to find you. You made us do
something that could really get us in trouble around here, and now you aren't
planning on keeping your promise. I'll go tell Jeff right now." Tom
threatened.
"No, please. Let's get this over with quickly. I've got to get out of here.
What do you want me to do?"
"Get your things off. Sam can even run them in the dryer for a minute, right
Sam." Sam stood next to her with his hand out. She bent to remove her shoes
and socks and quickly removed her top and skirt.
"No, Sam, thank you. These shouldn't go in a dryer. They'll be okay."
"So Sam, how many pictures in all?" Tom asked
"Only have eight. We can either do two shots of four poses or share eight
different poses." Sam said.
"I know you and sharing, lets do two shots of four poses. Okay lady, what do
we call you anyway?" Asked Tom.
"Ronda, you can call me Ronda."
"Okay Ronda, see this, face the camera like you are going to give it a kiss,
put your hands on your knees and squeeze your bosoms out in front like this
one. That's it, FLASH!" She held it again, FLASH! She craned her head to see
what they were deciding on next. "Okay Ronda, now spread your legs, yeah, now
put your hand like this under your left bosom and hold it out to me, yeah, and
put your other hand between your legs like this picture. Now look like you
enjoy it. FLASH! That’s it, FLASH!"
Marnie was actually getting turned on. She felt bad about that. The
excitement of the boys, for what her body was doing to them, their boners in
their shorts, acting for the camera, the moment was surreal.
"Now turn facing away, yeah, bend over and grab your ankles with your hands,
yeah, and turn your head back at the camera. Perfect. FLASH! And, FLASH!"
"Last one Tom, lets make it good." Warned Sam.
"Okay, Ronda, sit on the couch. No, closer to the front edge, yeah, feet
really wide, yeah, okay then, hands behind your head, yeah. Okay Sam crouch
down and point to that crack between her legs. Everybody smile! FLASH! Here
Sam, you take it." Tom said, as he traded places with Sam.
"Everybody smile!" Sam said, FLASH! "That’s it. Lets see what we got."
Marnie tried to look in at the developing pictures while she put her wet
clothes back on. The boys brought over the pictures with them in the shots to
show her, while she sat to put her shoes on, and said, "We all make great
models don't we?"
Marnie was not amused. "Thank you boys. Is it okay if I make a phone call?"
She asked.
"Sure." Sam said as he and Tom drooled over their new treasures.
Marnie dialed and asked, "Where is this place anyway?"
"Soma Vista Apartments in Willowdale." Tom said between giggles.
As the phone was ringing, the front door flew open and Larcher stood imposing
in the doorway. Sam and Tom scrambled up onto the couch as far back as they
could go. Some pictures fell out of Sam's hand. Marnie put the receiver back
down with an "Oh Shit!" Larcher walked up to the boys and held out his hand
demanding to see what they were holding. When he discovered the duplication,
he sorted out four for him and tossed the other four back to the boys, "Lets
go Missy the party awaits your presence." He said, holding out his hand to her
to join him.
They walked out the door. After Larcher closed the door he swatted up to
Marnie's butt, which made a slap the boys would have heard. "You're more of a
slut than I figured, corrupting the youth of this apartment complex like this."
He said, as he waved the pictures in her face. "Your party awaits you, Miss
Slut.
Marnie felt really panicked now. Not only did she get him mad at her for
trying to get away, but he now had evidence of her contributing to the
delinquency of minors. She was beginning to feel like this man and his son had
stolen her life away from her.
"Now, when we get inside, I want you to mingle. You are to stand with your
hands together behind you, legs shoulder width apart in front of anyone you
talk to. Whenever someone says, 'Can I get you something to drink?' You will
say, 'No but could you scratch an itch for me.' If they agree to, you are to
say 'On my right nipple.' If it is a man holding his drink in his right hand,
or 'On my left nipple.' If it is a man holding his drink in his left hand.
Got that so far?" Marnie stared in horror. "Now if it is a woman, you are to
say, 'On my pussy lips, please.' Is that clear enough for a slut like you to
understand?" He said, checking for her willingness to obey him now.
"Oh, please don't make me do that. It is so humiliating and embarrassing. I
just couldn't bear to do it." She said, pleading from the bottom of her fiber.
"It should be just the thing to get this party in gear. Now get in there and
mingle!" He said forcing her in the door, holding on to her arm.
Marnie looked for men, who were not holding their drinks, to walk up to. She
walked up to one guy holding a pool cue waiting his turn for a shot. She stood
as she was told. The Larcher man looked on at her every move from the keg
setup. The pool player asked if Marnie would like to play pool. But she
declined saying she hadn't really played much and would like to watch. "Well,
can I get you a drink, then?" He asked.
Marnie turned red, swallowed hard and said, "No but I could sure use some help
with an itch."
"Sure, no problem. How can I help." He said eagerly.
Well, technically, Marnie felt she was off the hook. He didn't have his drink
in his hand, and she had followed her instructions perfectly up to this point,
so she turned and had him scratch her between her shoulder blades in back.
Turning around to give him access, left her facing Larcher, who was amused at
her cunning. He looked back at her glance by waving her on to the next person
with his hand. She thanked the man and started to move on. Before she could
get to her next target, she was approached by a man with a drink in both hands.
"Here, I brought you a drink. You're the only one without one here." She
looked at Larcher, who was laughing at her luck.
"No thank you, but would you help me with an itch?" She said, scrunching her
face, wanting to take back the words the moment they left her lips. When the
man agreed, she said, "On my nipples please."
The fellow nearly dropped the two drinks. He spilled some of each as he
hurried to place them on a window sill. He returned to stand in front of her,
rubbed his hands together and placed his finger tips on her nipples and started
to scratch them through the material. "How's that. Is this helping?"
Marnie tried to act as if his touch had no affect on her, but she had to hunch
her shoulders forward and pull her breasts back a bit before she let out a
sound, which would have the room watching. She thanked he man, looked back at
Larcher, who waved her on to the next interaction, acting rather pleased with
his choice of entertainment. As she lined up her next target, she was caught by
the arm by one of the girls who must have seen her lurch back from the man's
touch. "Did that man try to hurt you?" She asked.
"No, I had an itch and he helped scratch it." Marnie confessed.
"So you're sure you are all right? Can I get you anything?" The girl asked.
"No thank you, but you could scratch another itch for me." Marnie said,
practically choking on the words.
"No problem, where do you want me to do it?" The girl asked.
"On my pussy lips, please." Marnie said, biting both her lips, tearing
slightly, hoping the girl wouldn't take her up on it.
You are one odd bird. You know that?" She said, not getting a change of mind
from Marnie. "Okay, like this?" She said, grazing her finger nails along
Marnie's shaved nether lips.
Marnie had to bend forward after a couple of passes to pull her lips out of
reach of the girl's fingers. This put her naked rear on display momentarily
for everyone behind her. The girl announced, "This broad asked me to stroke
her pussy for her just now. Can you believe that?"
The partygoers started to circle her. "Watch." The girl said. Marnie looked
around like a frightened animal just caged in the wild for the first time. She
held her stance as the girl reached down and stroked her pussy again until
Marnie bent back away to avoid her ministrations. As she did so, someone else
started to stroke her from behind, lurching her forward again. Now Marnie's
hands came up. She held them out as she turned to face each person in the
crowd to keep them all at arms length.
Larcher, who had disappeared briefly, came back and parted the crowd so he
could approach Marnie with a section of rope. Someone asked, "Walter, where
did you come by this one? Has she spent the last ten years wandering the globe
in search of the rest of her squad?"
No," Walter Larcher, said. "I found her by the side of the road and she said
she needed a new rod for her engine. I guess her husband wasn't good enough
for her. She just can't seem to get enough sexual stimulation. She followed
me where I work, she found out about our party and showed up here. I'm telling
you, she has some major itches that she can't seem to scratch completely." He
said as he looped the rope loosely around her neck. Then he took her wrists
that were bound together and tied them to the back of her neck to the rope
collar. "Maybe we all can help her with her insatiable appetite for sexual
stimulation." He pulled her jersey top up under her arms. "See she has the
equipment for it" He said as he tucked her skirt up in front and back into its
waistband. "Larry, Dwayne, here, one each. Lynn, I bet you've got a magic
touch, from what Joe says. Stroke her here," He said, touching her pussy.
"she likes it a lot. Bud, my man, this end is yours right now. I know from
personal experience that she can't get enough of it here." The crowd started
talking as the named participants began to take up their stations. "Now don't
fret, the rest of you. The evening is young."
There was no escaping the ravages of the moment. Hands on her tits stimulating
her sensitive nipples, an expert female touch anticipating her needs at her
love center, and a crude exploration of her anus, sent every nerve ending in
her body on end. When she tried to close her legs, partygoers sat down on the
floor to hold them apart, and were rewarded by a special view. When she
lurched back, Bud was there with eager fingers to lurch her forward for intense
clitoral stimulation. Each time she came, a new team would take up stations.
When each person had at least one round, Marnie was too exhausted to remain
standing. She was then guided to the pool table and left bent over on her
stomach, tits squished out to the sides, butt exposed for idle gropes, pool
cues handles, and holders for other miscellaneous rounded objects like beer
bottle necks, cigar tins, and somebody's vibrator.
It wasn't until dark that Jeff dropped her off at her car. She slumped over
the steering wheel, in a meditation about her circumstance, for nearly and
hour, before she collected herself enough to drive home. At the house Roger
and Brenda were beside themselves with worry. She tried to explain it as food
poisoning, leading to disorientation, getting lost, and finally, finding her
way back. That had to satisfy them for the time being, because she went
straight to the bathroom, showered, and collapsed in bed sleeping instantly.
Her dreams were of Walter and Jeff Larcher, and what she could do to get her
life back. Roger put off his questions indefinitely, as Marnie fucked him
silly the next morning, when he woke up to her mouth on his cock.
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