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TTT Archive (Treasure Trove of the Titmouse)
Celeste listed several stories as "lost" in her Cumulative Monthly List posted
in late July. I'm posting those I have to ASS/M and hope those who have
others will
do the same. My reposting will include:
Bushido {Sachi Mizuno} Excerpt only. Anyone got the rest?
Cleave it to Beaver 1 {MrNatural} Is there more?
Dispensation of Grace 3 {Horangi} Anyone got parts 1-2?
Face of Betrayal {Morpheus' Twin}
Hands On {Deidre Ng}
Meeting Shirley {The Observer}
Open Big {Thomas A Long}
Silent Intruder {Annette}
Tammy's Game {Tammy Ng}
Terri's Dilemma {The Observer}
Tonya Harding, Slave Girl {Your Friendly Author}
These stories have been minimally cleaned up. If I have it,
the text includes original headers and footers.
Still missing, as far as I'm concerned:
"Let Your Fingers Do the Riding" by Solo Polyphony
"Under the Table" by DOLFAN353
"Shower Buddies" by Stone Wolf
"'D' Is for Driving" by Dulcinea
"So Shy" by Scott Sanders (young love)
"Stuffing the Old Gobbler" by MrSpraycan
Best,
Titmouse
Subject: NEW STORY - Tonya Harding, Slave-Girl! #Intro - Read First!#
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Tonya Harding, Slave-Girl! - Legal Shit and Introduction
Okay, first things first...
# # IF YOU'RE NOT 18 YEARS OR OLDER, DON'T READ THIS STORY! # #
This is, of course, so I can say that I didn't "intentionally show
it to minors"...
This story is copyrighted 1996 by the author; the representation of
the characters in this story is not meant to suggest the *actual*
personalities of the those represented, but I wouldn't be surprised if
this *was* fairly accurate, otoh... ;)
This story may not be distributed for profit without my express
written permission; if you do, I'll get my friends Vito and Guido to
explain just exactly *why* it's not too cool of an idea to rip me off.
Besides, if *anybody's* gonna make money from my writing, it should
be *me*!
You're welcome to keep copies of this story in publicly accessible
non-profit *free* story archives; for any other purposes, you should
contact me at an587309@anon.penet.fi *before* you do anything.
Also keep in mind that the characters in this story are trained
*professional* story characters, using special (and *way* spendy)
safety equipment; simply put, Don't Try This At Home!
No animals were harmed in the production of this story; *humans*,
though, is another matter entirely... ;)
If one of the parts of this story hasn't made it to your site yet,
don't whine about it; just wait for a day or two, and it'll probably
be there. Remember, this is Usenet, and propagation of news is screwy
to begin with.
I'll be posting this again in a few weeks, too, so if you missed it
this time around, you'll have another chance. :)
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Introduction
Tonya Harding is for me, as she is for many others, a source of
continual fascination, in that irresistable way that people who embody
the dark side of the human psyche always are.
In everything she does, Tonya always seems to show an intriguing
mixture of superior ability, incredible resilience, and outright
sleaziness; why else would she be The Girl We Love To Hate?
I've been writing this story for about 2 years or so, ever since I
first posted my story "Welcome To The HellHole" back a couple of years
ago. I like to take my time, and I hope that the time and effort that
I put into it shows. :)
Btw, thanks to all who commented on "HellHole" and waited patiently
for me to get done with this story, *especially* hunter, who shared so
many ideas with me that he probably could have written this himself...
This is *not* simply a "porno story", although you should be able to
get your rocks off quite sufficiently at least once every chapter or
two. ;)
In writing this story, I tried to get inside Tonya's head (scary as
that may be) and understand her as a person, not just the media image
that we've all come to know and hate; thus, the story operates not
only on an *erotic* level, but on a *psychological* one as well. While
reading this, pay close attention to the details, *especially* Tonya's
dreams; what happens in the dreams *dramatically* affects the story
line, and if you snooze, you lose...
This story deals not only with Tonya's punishment, but also moves
towards her redemption, both mental *and* spiritual, as it progresses;
going even further, Tonya has to deal with and resolve each of the 3
classic dramatic conflicts (Man against Man, Man against Nature, Man
against Self) to some degree during the course of the story.
Will she be successful? Read on...
-Your Friendly Author
Chapter 1
Tonya woke up that morning, just like she had any other. It
was cool and rainy in Portland, and she just looked out her window
and sighed...
'How could everything have turned out this bad?', she thought.
A few months ago, it looked like she was going to be on top of
the world; a National Figure Skating Championship, a chance for
Olympic gold, the possibility of making millions of dollars doing
endorsements, and being loved by an entire nation! But then...
'Damn him anyway! Why did I ever get back together with him?',
Tonya thought about her off-and-on husband, Jeff, 'HE was the one
who got me into all this shit!'
She picked up his picture, and looked at it. The slicked-back
hair, the beady little eyes, the con-man mustache... The more she
looked at his picture, the angrier she got at him! She wanted to
throw the picture against the wall; she wanted to destroy him for
all the pain that he had caused her with his wild scheme against
Nancy Kerrigan!
She started to cry, wishing she'd never heard of Nancy; the
USFSA had turned Kerrigan into an Ice Goddess, and totally ignored
Tonya... 'I never saw NANCY doing those triple axels...', she
thought to herself, as the tears flowed down her face.
Tonya laid back down on her bed, buried her face in her
pillow, and started sobbing heavily. This wasn't the first time in
her life that she'd done it, and she knew it wouldn't be the last,
by any means...
Half an hour later, she got up off the bed, got dressed, and
went outside; the rain had let up, and was just a fine mist now. She
started walking, without paying any particular attention to where
she was going, replaying the fiasco over and over in her mind.
A little while later, she came to a city park; nobody was
there due to the rain. She shook some water off of a swing, and sat
on it, slowly moving back and forth.... Almost drifting off...
"Are you alright, miss?" Tonya jumped when she heard the
man's voice; she hadn't noticed him walking up to her. His voice was
fairly soft, and had a soothing quality to it. He was tall, with
dark hair, a mustache and beard, looking like a college professor.
"I...I'm not sure...", Tonya replied, her heart still racing
from being startled.
"I'm sorry to have startled you like that... May I join you?",
he asked in the same soft voice.
"I guess so...", she answered, not quite knowing why she was
willing to trust a total stranger.
"You look like you're having kind of a bad time of things...",
he said, as he took a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping away a
tear that she hadn't realized was even there, "Would you like to
talk about what's wrong?".
"The whole world hates me, that's what's wrong!" Tonya's anger
started to flare up again, "People make jokes about me, they call me
White Trash, they think I should have been thrown in jail, and for
all I know, some pervert is even writing cheap porno stories about
me!" Tonya's hands covered her face, and she started sobbing again.
"Hmmmmm...", the man said, "I think I might be able to help
you, Tonya..." He smiled as he gently took her hand.
"How?"
"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself," he grinned sheepishly, "My
name is David Liebenschmerz, and I'm a psychologist."
Tonya shot back at him, angrily, "WHAT??? Do you think I'm
crazy or something???"
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no," he said, trying to smooth out her
misunderstanding, "not crazy, just under a lot of stress from
everything that's happened."
It was Tonya's turn to look sheepish, "Oh... I'm sorry... I... I
didn't realize what...what you meant..."
He smiled. "Don't worry about it...I'm used to people losing
control every once in awhile..."
Tonya was now blushing deeply. She hung her head, and her eyes
misted up again. She turned to leave, but the man stopped her.
"Would you like to come to my office and talk for awhile?
It'll be on the house today, OK?", he asked gently.
"Well... OK...", Tonya agreed, still embarrassed at her
outburst.
"OK... My office is a couple blocks away... Shall we go?"
"OK..."
They chatted as they walked, and Tonya found herself trusting
the Doctor more and more. As they arrived at his office, he told his
receptionist to hold his calls. They walked down a hall, and came to
a door marked "Dr. David Liebenschmerz". He opened it up, and they
went inside.
Besides the normal desk, chairs, and couch, the office also
had a couple of beanbag chairs. Tonya looked at them quizzically.
"Sit in one if you want, Tonya; the idea is to let people be
as comfortable as possible," he said, grinning, "it's easier for
people to loosen up when they're in a beanbag chair."
She sat.
"Now, from what you've told me, it sounds like you've been in
bad relationships for quite some time; first, with your mother, and
then with Jeff. Tell me, do you feel like you should have been
punished for what you did?"
Tonya protested, "But it wasn't my idea!!"
"I understand that, Tonya," he said reassuringly, "but I asked
the question because most people who are victims of abuse have been
convinced that they deserve the abuse they get, so let me ask you
again... Do you feel that you should have been punished?"
She thought about it, and realized he was right. "Yes", she
replied.
"This might sound strange, but trust me, OK? Will you let me
punish you?", he asked, in a clinical tone of voice.
"Why?" Tonya was confused.
"It's part of a new theory I'm testing, called Abuse Control
Therapy. The idea is to redirect the feelings that abuse is deserved
into a non-harmful setting, and work to build the victim's self-
esteem from there," he explained patiently, "so instead of a beating
where she could be seriously injured or even killed, she gets what I
call a 'therapeutic spanking', where her feelings both before and
afterwards are resolved."
"Does it work?" Tonya asked, curious.
"Well, I haven't put it through a full clinical trial yet, but
the few times I've been able to try it, it seems to have had a
positive effect," he said, proudly.
"Well, if it seems to work, I guess I could let you try it..."
"Good! Now, Tonya, as part of the therapy, I'm going to be
very strict with you; don't take it personally, because it's just
part of the therapy, do you understand?", he asked, tenderly.
"OK, I understand..."
"Good, good... Now let me get a few things prepared..."
Chapter 2
The Doctor went to a closet, opened it, and wheeled out a
small padded table, attached to a base by 2 upright bars. It
reminded Tonya of a pommel horse. On the base were 4 leather cuffs,
one at each corner. He looked at Tonya.
"Take your clothes off!", he ordered.
"What???" The abrupt change to the harsh voice startled her;
she stood and stared at him for a moment.
His voice returned to its gentle tone; "It's all part of the
therapy, Tonya... I told you I'd be strict, didn't I?
"Yeah...", she said, weakly, as she disrobed.
The Doctor pointed to the table.
"Get on it! NOW!"
Tonya realized that she had to get on the table, and she
complied. As soon as she had laid face-down, the Doctor put his hand
on her back, pushing down as he started fastening a leather strap
across the small of her back. Then, he pulled each of her hands and
feet, attaching them to the leather cuffs. Within about 30 seconds,
Tonya was secured to the table.
Secured, and totally helpless!
"Now, Miss Harding, it's time for your punishment! Since your
actions were so severe, I will give your butt 50 swats with a
paddle!", he said, menacingly.
He walked over to the closet again, and pulled out a wooden
paddle. It was about a foot long, and had holes drilled in the flat
sides of it. Tonya wondered what they were for, and started to
protest.
"No! I don't want it! Let me go!!!"
"This is part of the therapy, Tonya! If you keep whining, I'll
have to gag you! Do you want that???"
"No! Let me go, you big GRLMPH!!!"
Seemingly out of nowhere, the Doctor had produced a ball gag,
which he stuffed into Tonya's mouth almost effortlessly. She tried
to scream, but the gag covered her mouth too well.
"I'm sorry for this, Tonya," the Doctor's gentle voice was
explaining, "but I have to make it seem bad the first time... As the
therapy goes on, I'll gradually taper down on the punishment, until
you get almost none. OK?"
Tonya looked at him, helplessly, and thought for a moment. In
spite of the fear and anger she felt, she could feel herself getting
wet between her legs. Was she enjoying this without meaning to? She
craned her neck to look up at the Doctor, and nodded "yes".
The Doctor looked at her butt, caressing it in preparation for
the spanking it would soon receive. 'Kind of big,' he thought, 'but
definitely nice for spanking'. Tonya started calming down when he'd
caressed her plentiful ass, so he kept rubbing it for awhile.
Meanwhile, the trussed-up Tonya was feeling very nice, indeed!
She was now acutely aware of her state of arousal, and she decided
to relax and enjoy it... But then...
WHACK!!!
The Doctor had picked up the wooden paddle with his free hand,
and brought it down hard against Tonya's upturned buttocks! Her body
jumped against the bonds, but she couldn't do anything to protect
herself!
"RRRGGGLLLLMMMPPPHH!!", she tried to scream through her gag!
"That was 'one'" he said in his clinical tone, as he returned
to caressing her now-stinging butt. He caressed it for a little
while, then...
WHACK!!! "Two..."
He stroked the helpless woman's posterior, feeling the small
welts that were already forming from the holes in the paddle. He
smiled to himself, thinking that Tonya's butt was made for spanking!
WHACK!!! "Three..."
WHACK!!! "Four..."
WHACK!!! "Five..."
Tears were now flowing freely down Tonya's face; she was
heavily sobbing through the gag. At the same time, though, she was
getting more and more aroused, too, which she didn't understand...
'He told me to trust him,' she thought, 'and I can't believe how
good this all feels; his therapy must be working!'
WHACK!!! "Six..."
WHACK!!! "Seven..."
WHACK!!! "Eight..."
As the spanking continued, both her pain and her pleasure were
increasing; she wondered if she'd always subconsciously enjoyed the
abuse she'd suffered, and if that was the reason she'd tolerated it
from Jeff for so long.
WHACK!!! "Nine..."
WHACK!!! "Ten..."
WHACK!!! "Eleven..."
Tonya increasingly felt the sting from the paddle turning into
the tingling of arousal throughout her body; as she got wetter, she
was both horny and embarrassed at her sexual response. 'I didn't
expect THIS', she thought through her pain; she realized that she
didn't object to it, either...
WHACK!!! "Twelve..."
WHACK!!! "Thirteen..."
WHACK!!! "Fourteen..."
Her butt felt hot from the spanking, but her pussy was even
hotter! Again and again, the paddle beat her helpless ass, raising
thick red welts all over it! Tonya realized that at this moment, she
could probably come at the merest touch on her clit; she tried
clenching her pussy muscles to drive herself over the edge, but it
didn't help her.
The Doctor was well aware of Tonya's state of horniness; he
could detect the aroma of her love juices, and knew that soon, he
would control her completely... He smiled to himself, thinking about
how easily he'd been able to convince the ex-skater to accept his
"therapy"...
Soon, she would be his willing slave, without question...
Chapter 3
WHACK!!! "Forty-eight..."
WHACK!!! "Forty-nine..."
WHACK!!! "Fifty!"
"Tonya, you have now been properly punished; I'm going to
release you, and I want you to lay down on my couch..." His voice
quickly returned to its relaxed, gentle tone.
The Doctor untied the gag from her mouth first; as it came
out, Tonya started breathing deeply. He uncuffed her hands, then
moved around to her butt for a last look at his handiwork with the
paddle before he released her leg cuffs.
Tonya's butt was a nearly-solid mass of welts from the paddle;
there were very few spots that had escaped the Doctor's aim. He
looked between her legs, noticing that her pussy was soaked with her
juices, which were starting to flow down toward her clit.
The Doctor knelt down, releasing both the ankle cuffs. He
raised back up, and pulled gently on Tonya's shoulders to help her
up from the table. As she got back on her feet, her legs grew
wobbly, and she almost fell, but he held her more tightly, and he
helped her walk over to the couch and lay down.
"Do you feel like you have to cry, Tonya?", he said, noticing
her tear-stained face, "If you do, just go ahead and cry for as long
as you need to, OK?"
Tonya nodded, and tried to let her tears flow. She realized
that her arousal had taken her depressed mood away, so she thought
about everything that had happened to her, and a little while later,
she felt a tear well up in her eye, and it dripped down her face,
followed quickly by more. Soon, a veritable floodgate of tears were
streaming down her face, as she released all the painful emotions
that she'd been keeping bottled up inside her...
She cried for about 20 minutes, then drifted off into peaceful
sleep. About an hour-and-a-half later, she woke up and started to
look around, not recognizing the Doctor's office at first. He smiled
at her, catching her off guard.
"How do you feel after your nap, Tonya?"
"Well, my butt hurts...", she said, smiling.
He smiled back at her, "Do you still feel guilty about what
happened with you, Jeff and all that?"
"Hmmmm... Well, I guess I feel better, now that I've had the
punishment... I felt... you know... horny, too; why would that
happen, Dr. Liebenschmerz?", she said, puzzled.
"Why did you feel aroused, you want to know?", he replied,
with an equally puzzled expression, "I honestly couldn't tell you,
Tonya... I don't think I've ever had any of my patients react that
way, to be perfectly truthful with you, Tonya..."
He got up, and went over to his bookshelf, picking out a book,
and leafing through it. After about 30 seconds, he came to a page,
and put his finger on it. He scanned the page for about a minute,
then got a surprised look on his face, turning to Tonya.
"My medical reference doesn't say anything about what you
described, Tonya!" He sounded worried. "I think this bears further
study, don't you? Would you be willing to undergo some more testing
for awhile?"
Tonya looked at him, and nodded. He smiled.
"Excellent, Tonya! I'd like to have you stay at my country
home for a week or so, so that I can study your response to this
therapy further... Can we do it in, say, a week?"
"I guess that's OK," Tonya replied, "I don't have a whole lot
that I have to do for awhile..."
"Ideal! Now, let me put some lotion on your butt, so that you
can get dressed, OK?", the Doctor said, as Tonya nodded her assent.
The Doctor got out a small jar, and walked back over to the
couch. Tonya was still laying face-down, so it was easy for him to
take a dollop of the lotion and spread it all over her butt. He
gently massaged her sore ass, working the lotion in smoothly; it
felt cool and relaxing to her, easing the sting from the spanking.
As he worked the lotion in, he gently spread her butt cheeks
apart with his hands. He looked at Tonya's still-juicy pussy, and
noticed its wetness. He wanted to use his fingers to stimulate her,
but restrained himself, not wanting to give her any reason to back
out of his plans.
"I think you'll find that after this intensive therapy, you'll
be a whole new woman, Tonya," he said, "The way you've responded
today, I can tell that it'll be perfect for you!"
"Do you really think so?", she said, excitedly.
"Oh, I can practically guarantee it, Tonya!", he exclaimed,
"It'll change your whole life!"
"Oh, thank you!", she cried, as she reached up and hugged him,
"You don't know how much this means to me!"
They hugged for a while, then Tonya got up, gathered her
clothes, and got dressed. She was very careful putting her panties
on, taking care not to further irritate her reddened rump. As she
was getting done buttoning up her blouse, the Doctor looked at her.
"How we'll do this, Tonya, is that next week, we'll meet here,
and we'll go out to my country home," he explained, "It's a large
acreage, and we'll be totally free from any outside interference; I
find that intensive therapy works better that way..."
"Sounds good to me, Doctor," Tonya agreed.
"Excellent!", he exclaimed, "And just tell people that you're
going to be on vacation for a week or so; you don't want them to get
worried..."
"That's a good idea!", Tonya replied, as she walked toward the
door, "I'm looking forward to it!"
The Doctor smiled as he walked her to the door, opening it for
her, and waving as she walked out, smiling. He closed the door, and
walked back to his desk, chuckling under his breath.
"Not if you knew what I have in store for you, Tonya," he said
with an evil laugh, dialing his phone, "Not if you knew..."
END, CHAPTERS 1-3 OF 32
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