Message-ID: <15070eli$9809080539@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/15070.txt> From: "Robert Gruns" <groanus@hotmail.com> Subject: New Story: Trail Tamed (rape, nc, humil, spank) #2/2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980907165339.10717.qmail@hotmail.com> >From the bushes outside the tent came a noise. Three kids emerged from the rocky path with mountain bikes. It was Druze’s 13 year old son, Mikey, and his two pals Bernie and Ed. It was Mikey’s birthday, and the mountain bike was a present. But ever since the girls arrived in camp, Druze had in mind a special “something extra” on this important day. Gina. It was a mismatch to say the least. Mikey was only about 5 foot 5, scrawny, with a voice that still cracked. His pals weren’t studs either, to say the least ... in fact, Ed was barely 5’ 2”, and couldn’t have weighed 100 pounds, though he was the senior statesman at 14 . Druze had been working on Gina psychologically to soften him for his son, taming her so she would give him maximum pleasure. Druze led Gina out of the tent and had her stand in front of the boys. Out the corner of her eye, Gina could see Lisa, stretched out nude on a blanket. Marty was shaving her pussy, while Horny was rubbing suntan oil all over her tits. She had a sick feeling in her stomach as Druze explained. “Okay, baby. Meet Mikey, and his pals. Now, this is Mikey’s big 13th birthday ... lucky number for him, not so lucky for you. Now, Mikey, this big girl will do anything you tell her to do. Anything. And you better make him as happy as you made me, or there will be serious problems”. Gina could hear Lisa moaning and saying something about her clit. But she couldn’t look up. This was the ultimate humiliation. To be a toy for 3 horny junior high school boys while everyone watched. It was too much. She started to cry, her hair covering one eye. The three kids were ecstatic, high fiving, laughing, disbelieving that they could order around this amazon ... this 6 foot woman ... gorgeous, sexy woman. Mikey decided to give his powers a try. “Pull down your pants and do a little dance”. It was something only a kid would say. Soon they were all clapping and chanting it. Gina froze. She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to run, but saw Druze and Bark behind her, arms folded. The chanting continued. Horn and the boys brought Lisa over to watch with them. They sat on a log, with Lisa in Marty’s lap, legs spread, freshly shaven, stroking his cock as it poked out between her thighs, while Marty reached around and played with her bare pussy. “Hey dad. She’s not doing anything. She’s just standing there!” “ And what do I do when you don’t mind, Mikey?” Druze laughed. “I don’t know. Whup my ass?” Everyone broke up. Well, not Gina or Lisa. (Gina, in fact, was still moaning and talking about her pussy, as directed, while her clit was being rubbed, but Marty shut her up so he could hear the proceedings.) “That’s right, boy. You got to teach the bitch to mind, then she’ll do what you tell her. It’s easy”. A collective, taunting, “uh-oh” rose from the crowd. And then pulled up a log and sat his son down in it. Gina was pulled over his knee. Druze handed his son a piece of plywood for a paddle. And then it began. It looked hilarious ... this grown woman/girl draped over the lap of a little wiry kid she outweighed by 50 pounds. “Are you gonna mind me, girl?” Whack. Gina tried to hold on. Whack. It was excruciating. Tears started to roll. “I said are you gonna mind me?” Whack. Whack. Cheers. Gina started crying loud now, gulping air, wailing like a baby in little bursts. Whack. Whack. “I’ll mind. I’ll mind. I’ll be gooo....” Whack. The sobs continued. “I’ll be ...e..eee..ee. gooooood. I promise”. “Well, I guess big girls DO cry” said Horny. Everyone laughed. She was brought back to her feet and stood in front of the kids again. Again the chants. “Pull down your pants and do a little dance!” Everybody was clapping ... even Lisa was made to join in, given a temporary reprieve from her duties with Marty’s dick. Lisa reached for the button on her cutoffs. She wasn’t sure she knew what they wanted, so she unzipped her shorts and pulled them down her long legs to her knees. She had thongs on too, little black ones. And she started to shuffle around, moving her feet slowly, constricted by the shorts at her knees. “Turn around so we can see your butt”, one of the brats screamed. “Shake it baby”. Her pants puddled around her ankles. She turned around so they could see her perfect ass, all red from the paddling. “C’mon. pull down your pants”. Gina now knew there was no way she was going to allowed to leave her panties on. She took off her cutoffs, and stood there, boots on, and slid the thong off. The brats howled. “Look at all that fur! Shake that pussy”. Druze took over. Soon she was nude, her clothes in the fire (save her boots), and was performing a slow, gyrating grind in front of the amazed birthday boy and his pals, pulling her pussy lips apart, rubbing herself and shaking her tits. Every now and then, she got a swat from Mikey for not being “interested enough”. She responded with frantic moves, spins, shimmies. She shook her titties right in the kid’s face. Meanwhile, for some reason, Lisa was coming. Everyone heard it. As directed, she moaned like a wolf at the moon. Maybe it was the constant clit massage from Marty. Maybe it was when he whispered in her ear that she was gonna be the next performer, and would get a chance to show off her new haircut. Or the feel of Marty’s stiff prick in her hand as she stroked it like he told her. Or maybe she just enjoyed the show like everyone else. No matter. Marty took this as the sign to slip his cock inside her, with the bitch still straddling him with her back toward him. She rode him exactly as specified, wiggling her pussy, going deep, going short as he called out the commands. It was another fine show, since she faced everyone in camp with a cock sliding in and out of her. They made her look up and smile, asking her how it felt, and making her say how much she liked it. She spent the next couple hours in one lap or another, much of which was immortalized by Druze’s video camera. Lisa? Well, she had her hands full as you can imagine. Three brats using her in every conceivable way for 3 hours, under dad’s watchful eye. She performed like a thoroughbred, moaning, wriggling, bucking and sucking. The kids learning a ton that day. (They now how to make a big girl come, that’s for sure, because Gina broke the barrier 3 times, though the first one might have been fake.) It was quite a sight: short skinny little Ed crawling between Gina’s long legs and pumping like a maniac, his head barely reaching her tits. In the evening, the girls danced nude around the campfire, their bodies slickened with cooking oil (Spill’s idea), while the men ate burgers and drank beer between noisy fucks and sucks. In the morning, they poured enough vodka down the girls’ throats to numb a buffalo. They left them there, with a crude map that would get them to the nearest ranger station a couple hours away when they came to. Assuming, of course, they weren’t still too plowed to find it. ---------------- send comments, story ideas, sexual propositions or whatever to groanus@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>