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NWMD17.TXT -- 17/19(?)
Not With My Daughter!
Part 17
by Spunk N. Wagnels
spunknwagnels@hotmail.com
ICQ #17890536
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"Hi Marnie, we've come over to apologize for yesterday. Nobody blames you for
anything." Barbara said.
"Great Gals, come on in. Hi Mary. Oh, I don't think we've met." Marnie said,
as the ladies streamed into her house.
"Marnie, this is Sheila Conway. She is a friend of mine. She is going to help
us with a little parlor game." Sally said.
"Glad to meet you." Marnie said. "Come on in and make yourselves comfortable.
I'll see if we have anything in the way of snacks."
"Don't worry Marn, we brought some. We wanted to make it up to you." Barbara
said.
"Thanks everyone." Marnie said. "I'm sorry Roger isn't here. He's gone for a
couple of days."
"Yeah, we know. I wonder how he would react if he saw us gals again." Sally
said. Marnie didn't know exactly how to take the sarcastic tone. "We have a
challenge for Mary. She has agreed to take us up on it. You could too, but
yours would have to be different." She continued.
Marnie didn't know if she could trust Sally right now. Normally they had a
great sisters-in-law relationship, but Sally seemed to be taking Saturday's
events pretty hard.
"You see, Mary hasn't seen the video. We've challenged her to recount it from
memory before she sees it, to see how close she comes. Sheila will help with
the memory part and since we've seen it, we can tell immediately how accurate
she is. What do you think?" Sally asked Marnie.
"Sounds like it could be interesting." Marnie replied.
They all sat down. Sally maneuvered it so that Marnie would be sitting next to
Mary on one of the couches, and Sheila sat across from them. Barbara sat to
Mary's left, she didn't want to miss a word. When everyone was settled, Sheila
began an induction.
"Now that you are sitting on the couch, you can relax now and notice that you
are getting comfortable at Marnie and Roger's house, more relaxed now that you
notice you are among friends that care for you while you decide if you are
going to . . .
***** induction putting both Mary and Marnie under ******
"Now, Mary, I am going to ask you to remember the last thing you did at the
party on Saturday."
"The last thing I did, was grab Bob's hand and get to the door." "Why was
that?"
"I felt embarrassed and wanted us to leave."
"Why did you feel embarrassed?"
I noticed I was in Will's arms, it surprised me, and I didn't know how I got
there. He was wearing my husband's costume, and at first, I thought Bob had
lost some weight."
"Then what did you feel?"
"Then I realized I had somehow changed into Dee Dee's hula costume, and I
thought it was best to go home before I discovered anything else more
embarrassing."
"Excuse me Sheila," Sally said, "we want to go back earlier still, to right
after cutting the cake and then come forward."
"So Mary, after you wished Roger Happy Birthday and you had some birthday cake,
what happened next?" Sheila asked.
"After the cake, Roger put on a show for us."
"What kind of show? Can you describe it?"
"Yes, first he told us in his sleep about the first time he and Marnie met."
"How did he say they met?"
"It was back in school, and some boys were picking on him a lot. Then one day
they surrounded him in the hall, opened a janitor's closet, and threw him in.
Then they grabbed the next person that was walking by, Marnie, and tossed her
in too, locking them in till after school in the evening when the janitor let
them out. He said they made a good thing out of something intended to be bad
and scary."
"Then what did he do?"
"He imitated animals, he showed us his physical strength across two chairs, and
he acted like he was covered with ants."
"Then what happened?"
"Then he stopped and sat down."
"What did you do then?"
"I was part of a contest. Bob was my coach. We were really trying to win."
"What were you going to win?"
Mary looked puzzled for a moment, then finally said, "The contest."
"How would you win?"
"Anyone in the contest who could make Roger cum without touching him, won the
contest."
"Who won?"
Mary thought a second. "I don't think anybody won. No, he didn't cum. We all
tried our best though."
"Relax now. You have remembered very well."
"Please keep going. You are coming to the part we want to know about."
Barbara encouraged.
"Mary, now the contest is over. Now tell me what you are to do."
"Pick one of the men. We are supposed to pick one of the men, but not our
husbands, oh, and not Roger."
"How do you know who to pick?"
"We are to pick the one we would like to go out with, if we were not married."
"Who did you pick?"
"I was going to pick Roger, but you can't pick Roger. Then I tried to pick
Dan, but he was already picked, so I picked Will."
"I picked Bob?" Barbara said to herself under her breath incredulously.
"Now you found yourself later in Dee Dee's costume."
"Yes, I picked Will so I had to wear Dee Dee's costume."
"Why was Will dressed as Tarzan?"
"Because I picked him."
"And that was the way it was with everyone?"
"Yes."
Sheila turned to Sally, "Anything else?"
"No that about explains it." Sally said.
"Okay Mary you can start to wake up while you, Marnie, can go deeper and more
relaxed. You will both listen to my voice and only my voice. Mary, you will
wake up when I reach 'One' counting from five. Marnie you will go deeper into
a more relaxed state as you hear each number Five, Mary you are starting to
waken, four, you will remember those parts which are comfortable for you to
remember, three, two, and Mary, your eyes will open on, One."
"Mary you did it perfectly. You remembered everything just like it happened.
You don't need to watch the video now, after all, to remember, everything you
need to know, from it, you already remember." Betty said.
"Okay." Mary conceded, somewhat dazed.
"So what do you want with Marnie?" Sheila asked of Sally.
"We want to know what she was doing while we were entertaining her husband."
Sally directed.
"Marnie I'm going to ask you about Saturday night. You went upstairs for a
while?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I had to show Larcher the bathroom."
Sheila looked at Sally to make sure she was on the right track. "Then what
happened?"
He wouldn't go to the bathroom I wanted him to go to. He was in my bedroom,
damn him."
"What is he doing?"
"He won't get out. He is walking around looking at our private room."
"So you want him out?"
"Yes, he won't go. He is displeased, so I have to remove my bra now."
"So you've taken off your bra, now what?"
"He is tying me to the bed. I'm all spread out and I can't move."
"Did you want him to do this?" Sheila said, looking around for objections to
this line of questioning from anyone listening in the room.
"No I want him to go away from me forever."
"Now you are tied, what is he doing now?"
"He says he is going to get me ready for Roger and he his stimulating me, he is
putting that big black stick in me."
"What did you say?"
"I can't say anything, there is a gag in my mouth, now a blindfold is on my
eyes, oh god he's leaving me like this. Anybody can see me and do anything
they want. I can't stop them."
"How long were you alone like that?"
"Until the catering men came in."
Gasps were heard all around the room. "She can't be making this up can she?"
Sally asked.
"No Ladies, this is the real thing." Sheila said shocking the ladies present a
little further. "Marnie, what did they do?"
"They had their way with me, but they only came in my rear. It hurt and I
needed to cum really bad."
Everyone started to shift a bit in their seats. "Then what happened?"
"Their boss came in I think, and they had sex with her right next to me."
"Then?"
"Then they left me alone again."
"When were you not alone again?"
"When Larcher came back."
"What did he do then?"
"He took off the blindfold, then the gag, and put the package, he was supposed
to bring for Roger's Birthday present, in my mouth, and said he was going to
send up Roger."
"I don't think we need to hear anymore. The poor thing. She has been too
embarrassed to tell us about Mr. Larcher." Barbara said.
"You refer to him like you know him. Who is this guy anyway?" Sally
challenged Barbara.
"Ah, I met him at the party. like you." Barbara said, not wanting to go into
the evening at "Jiggles".
"What should we do about him? We can't have him treating Marnie like that."
Sally said angrily.
"Ah, Sally, he's the one that made the video tape, remember? Maybe we should
just leave this alone." Barbara cautioned.
"Maybe I should have a look at that tape after all." Mary realized.
"Let's bring her to." Barbara said looking at Sheila.
Sheila brought her to. Sally and Barbara led the way to hugs and fussing over
Marnie. Marnie had no idea why she was getting all of the attention right
then.
"Let's go before we are missed at home." Sally finally said. "Thanks Marnie
for having us. Remember if you need to talk about anything, you can always call
me."
"Sure Sally, thanks everyone." Marnie said.
"I really think I should see that video now." Mary said, as she was part of
the herd leaving out the door."
"Goodnight Marnie. I'll talk to you later." Barbara said, as the last one out
the door.
"Thanks again everyone . . ." Marnie said, her voice trailing off, as the
guests were getting into cars or generally out of earshot.
"Gosh that was unexpected. Gee, I really miss Roger right now. Oh no, I'm
really horny. Maybe I should swing by "Shareholders" and check it out again.
I still have time left on the one month trial. No I really shouldn't, that
would be putting too much temptation in my path. Well, I'll at least drive by
and save the final decision for the very last minute." She thought to herself.
She got into her car and drove to the club. As she slowed down to pass, there
was the same doorman. Then she saw a laughing couple enter. "I should just go
in and see if the Brannons are there, and thank them for the pictures." She
thought, as she parked the car and went in.
"Nice to see you again Ma'am." The same locker room attendant said, greeting
her.
"Nice to see you too. May I call you by a name?" Marnie asked.
"My name is Clara, Ma'am."
"Please call me Marnie."
"Oh, I'm sorry Ma'am, I couldn't or I' be let go."
"I understand. Do you recall seeing the Brannons here lately."
"Yes Ma'am, they come a couple of times a week regularly."
"I don't suppose you recall seeing them tonight, do you?" Marnie asked
removing her clothes, and putting them in a locker.
"I usually know who comes and goes, but Mrs. Brannon could have come in when I
was sent for some things. It would be worth checking inside. I hope you don't
mind me asking, but have those rings worked out for you? You had just had them
put in the last time I saw you."
"Sometimes I forget I even have them in. I was planning to take them out right
after surprising my husband for his Birthday, but I'm not sure what I'll do
about them now."
"So did your husband like the surprise, I hope?"
"I think he had his best birthday ever, overall, and they added to the spice."
"That's nice. I hope you enjoy yourself tonight."
"Thank you, I'll try." Marnie said, as she left the locker room for the club.
Marnie walked down the path, now ultra conscious of the rings hanging from her
nipples. The people at SEXY Productions made it sound like body jewelry was a
popular trend, but Marnie hadn't seen anyone else with them except one lady at
Shareholders this night with a pierced navel. Marnie's tits commanded more than
their share of attention anyway, due to their size, 38D, and their relative
firmness considering her age, almost forty. She had a well shaped and toned
body, a bald pussy showing her sexy poutty nether lips, and an attractive face
with blue eyes, causing heads to turn as she passed. With nipple jewelry, she
felt like she was wearing flashing lights saying "looky here" as she walked
along.
People would smile and move to make room for her at their tables, as an
invitation with body language for her to join their groups in the alcoves, as
she slowly moved along. Others would stand and motion her in to join them in
the theme settings, but all these invitations by total strangers were without
words, until she came to a group sitting in a circle on cushions cross legged
style with their palms up resting on their knees, and their thumbs touching
their middle fingers. "Oh Bonnie," a gentleman said, "please come and join
us."
Marnie figured it was someone present at her initiation to the club, where she
had used that name. "Please. Sit here if you like." He said. Marnie sat on a
cushion, the same way as the others, with her back to the path, completing the
circle.
Marnie was introduced around and told that they were going to achieve a group
orgasm by guided imagery and meditation. Marnie was game because it meant she
would be able to climax without mixing it up with another person. The guide
went around the circle and polled people for the essence of their favorite
fantasy. The imagery, it turned out, would incorporate elements of everybody's
wettest dream. The guide would attempt to weave them all into a conclusion
that everyone could share for their own orgasm.
Fantasies included multiple partners, taken against one's will, making it with
a pet, making it with a stranger for an anonymous one stand, and Marnie's
fantasy of making someone in particular, suck themselves off while she rammed a
rough dildo in and out of his anus, and squeezing his balls mercilessly as he
came. Everyone stared at her and didn't say a thing or move. They were in
shock, when she related the fantasy in increasing detail, as if it was
happening while she said it. "Okay then," the guide said, to break the silence,
"shall we begin?"
With instructions to close their eyes, concentrate on the story being told, and
project themselves into the roles of their choosing, the group listened as the
guide began creating scenarios that merged the fantasies of the two men with
the fantasies of the four women. She used ambiguous language so each
participant could fill in the content that worked best for them. She brought
the characters close to climaxing but held them off till she could weave the
story so everyone could come at the same time.
Marnie peeked at the others, who were managing to have the experience intended
by the process. They obviously had done this before. As she watched, she
noticed that everyone kept their eyes closed as instructed, so she thought
there could be no harm in a little extra stimulation of herself to catch up to
the level the others were hovering at. The men had erections and the women
were moaning, groaning, and swaying in place. A little work on her quim
certainly wouldn't be noticed soundwise, she figured.
At some point, Marnie made a complete shift from the visual-auditory experience
of the guided meditation to being totally absorbed with her own manual
stimulation. The group was nearing the communal conclusion. Many were
sweating, almost all were verbalizing their ecstasy. Rears were lunging
forward and then back on the cushions. Marnie still felt she was behind and
started to furiously work her pussy in her favorite motions so she could
conclude with the rest of the group. Then they all came with their eyes open
wide, as the guide gave them the signal in the story to let it all go. Marnie
was so far into the act of getting herself off, she couldn't stop masturbating
as they all watched curiously at her wanton abandon. Marnie wanted to stop but
couldn't. She finally came in a shuddering, if not humiliating, orgasm for the
silent amusement of the others in the group. When she was finally able to
compose herself, she said, "Thank you, I think it is time for me to be going."
Then she got up and turned away from them so she wouldn't have to endure their
stares any longer and walked back to the locker room.
"Did you have a nice visit tonight, Ma'am?" Clara asked when Marnie returned
to her locker. "You're making it a short evening tonight."
"Yes Clara. It was fine. It is just time for me to be on my way. I wasn't
planning on staying long anyway. Thank you for your help the times I've come
in here. You do your job very well."
"Thank you Ma'am. I enjoy waiting on nice people like you."
Marnie thanked her and walked quickly to her car, still hot and beet red from
the experience at the club. Marnie broke down in tears as she sat in her
unstarted vehicle contemplating what she had been willing to do while Roger was
away. She had come so close to seeking a sexual encounter with a man to
satisfy her urges behind Roger's back, she was ashamed of herself.
She decided to drive to the Forestry Fountain, to recall the special moment she
had spent with Roger there the night before. She sat for a while in a patch of
planted shrubs in a dark area watching couples come by the fountain, kiss, feel
the water, and challenge each other, but there were no takers of the Libido
Falls' dares. She heard one couple promise, "Next time," as they walked off.
Marnie got up, when nobody else had been by for at least fifteen minutes, and
moved in to sit on the edge of the fountain and put her bare feet in the water
to contemplate the adventures Libido Falls had probably seen in its time. The
sound of the water fall and the streaming fish, kept her unaware of the group
of people that had assembled behind her. It wasn't until two members of the
group moved up to the wall she was sitting on, on either side of her, that she
became aware she was not alone.
"Hey Pretty Lady, you about ready to try the falls?" A large man said on her
left.
Marnie tried to stand up and step out of the water, but her exit was blocked by
the others who advanced to the edge as she stood up from her perch. She backed
a ways into the fountain, so no one could reach out for her.
"That's it Lady start with that fish." The man said again, obviously, a leader
of this gang.
"What do you want from me?" Marnie asked terrified.
"Come here, I'll hold your clothes for you so they don't get wet." He said.
Marnie started moving and climbing through the fountain backwards, feeling her
way with her hands behind her, until a streaming fish began soaking her blouse.
"Now you've got yourself wet. I told you I would hold your clothes for you,
didn't I?" He said. "Hey guys, look at that body." He pointed out her large
chest and trim body under her clinging clothes.
Marnie turned her back to them and started climbing to the back of the fountain
in earnest. Eventually, she had no other way to go than to climb the rocky
waterfall. As she struggled to maintain foot holds on the small slippery
ledges, she managed to get near the top. Water was rushing down upon her and
she had to climb with her head under the rushing water at times to advance.
When she emerged at the top, a gang member stood atop the falls, legs spread,
arms akimbo, in her path. Marnie turned again and slid roughly down the falls
and tried the other directions, which resulted in similar standoffs as she was
close enough to hope for escape.
Now surrounded, Marnie exclaimed in tears, "What is it? What do you want of
me?
"Lady, for starters, let's have the wet shirt."
"You can't be serious! I'm old enough to be your mothers. What would your
mothers say if they knew you had forced someone like them to do that?" Marnie
scolded.
"I'll have to ask her someday if I ever find her sober. Now, are you going to
hand it to me, or do I send someone in to remove it for you. You might not be
able to wear it again if that happens."
Recognizing she had no escape, and that her reasoning was falling on deaf ears,
Marnie realized it would be hopeless to let the situation get physical by
provoking them into the fountain with her, so she reluctantly removed her shirt
and held it at maximum arms reach to the leader. The half-shell bra she wore
that morning to send Roger off with her tits on his mind, was displaying her
erect nipples and her nipple rings to the amazed group surrounding her.
"Oh Baby, you must be some kind of a slut or something. Those tits are
something else. Now do the skirt."
"No, please don't make me do this." Marnie pleaded, as she slowly removed the
skirt, on the off chance that they might say, "It's okay, just kidding."
"Come closer, something doesn't look quite right." He said waving her to him.
"Now take off those panties." He ordered. "My, my. Look at this. We do have
a slut here. Look at that bald pussy." He remarked.
"Please, let me have my clothes back. Haven't you seen enough?" Marnie said,
covering her nipples with one arm and her mons veneris with her other hand.
"Lady, squat on that fish there." He said, pointing to the perch he wanted her
on.
"No please don't make me do this." She pleaded.
"Either you get up there now, or you do one of my guys, get it? Eight fish,
eight guys. So, Snow White, start with that dwarf there." He said sternly.
Marnie climbed up on the fish and squatted as requested. She needed to put her
hands on her knees to help keep her balance. She was immediately taken by the
one, two, threeeeeeeeeeeeeee, sequence of squirts streaming out of the fish's
mouth. Despite the terrifying situation, the humiliation and embarrassment of
being forced to stimulate herself on the stream of water, Marnie was getting
aroused. "Eight fish, or eight men. That's seven dwarfs and one Prince
Charming, I suppose. I guess I know which one that is supposed to be. Maybe
if I come eight times, I'll be let go. The sooner I do it then, the sooner I'd
get out of here." Marnie surmised.
She bit her lip and worked her way to a genuine orgasm, causing her to have to
jump into the water to keep from falling.
"Okay, Snow babe, that dwarf there."
Marnie climbed on to her next mount and worked a little harder to reach a
natural orgasm. She wondered if she would be able to pull off a fake one or
two to keep the ball rolling. With this fish, she could hold on to a fin to
keep her balance, but it made her look somewhat like a jockey in a triple crown
event. When she was pretty worked up, the man said, "Okay, you can stop now
Lady." She was surprised. "Now take off the bra." She was crestfallen. It
wasn't over with after all.
She was made to climb back up, now completely nude, her tits hanging down, her
nipple rings hanging toward the water. As she was nearing her climax, she
squatted down further and further until she was almost directly on the fish's
mouth to get the most from the stream of water streaking across her clitoris.
When she came, she was able to stay aboard. When she was directed to another
one, but wanted to stay with this one, because she felt she could control it
better with its hand hold.
With the direction the stream was coming out of the next one, she found it
necessary to mount it with her rear facing the gang. They cheered and made
goading noises as they were amused by the water bouncing off her exposed
hairless pussy, running partially up her ass crack. Right before she came,
Marnie squatted up and down quickly against the long stream each time it came,
to the audience's delight. After she managed a tortuous climax, and she went
to another fish, she noticed that a couple had stopped safely across the street
to watch her one woman show, at a distance they could make their escape from
the gang members, if they were to mind.
On this fish, she had to face the couple across the street head on. With her
hands on her knees, she looked directly at them with an expression that pleaded
with them to get her help. They couldn't make out the subtlety of her
expression in just the light from the lampposts so they continued to watch and
comment to each other. Marnie realized that she wouldn't be able to communicate
with them, and then found she could no longer look them in the eyes.
Everywhere she looked, she saw the smiling faces of gang members, amused at her
lewd display.
She was having trouble getting into it for the performance. She was feeling
ill to her stomach, her pussy was getting a little sore from the constant
bombardment of the pulsing water, and her legs and back were tiring from
supporting her and keeping her balance. "I'm going to have to throw in one of
those fake ones here. I can't take much more of this." She thought. She
started the fake crescendo, and finally came in shudders, which may have passed
if she hadn't stopped suddenly to check the man's reaction to it, rather than
bask a bit in its aftermath.
"Come here Lady." The man said. "That was a big mistake. Now you are going
to have to do the rest of the dwarves and then Prince Charming."
"No, please let me try again." Marnie said in a panic.
"Here I'll let you put these on, if you hurry." He said handing her half bra
and skirt.
She put them on, bent over to get her shoes, and was brought to standing by the
man pinching her left nipple ring in his thumb and forefinger. "Let's go." He
said.
She hurried to keep pace with the man's hold on her nipple, as he led her to a
van, and had her get in. She sat on a bench seat at the back holding her skirt
down and covering her breasts with her other arm. Five gang members rode with
her in the van, three of which sat in the back, staring and smiling at her all
the way to their destination. The other three, rode in an old suped up
Cadillac.
The destination was a rundown part of town with buildings that didn't look
occupied from the outside. They entered a brick building with no windows on
any of the four stories of the wall that the door was on. They went down a hall
with debris on the floor. They entered a room with three women sitting around
sharing a joint. They wore body suits and matching high heels. One's outfit
was all white, another all pink and the third one was lavender. They had long
slim mature bodies for being young women. They had long impractical painted
nails, full makeup, and plenty of jewelry on their heads and hands. The leader
sent Marnie in their direction by her arm. They stood to avoid having Marnie
land in their laps and tried to cushion her landing into them. "Get Snow White
here cleaned up. She has some dwarves to take care of before she takes on the
Prince." He said, then led the gang into another room to get high.
Marnie looked frightened to be left with the fancy, if not gaudy young women.
The one in the white said, "Don't worry lady, if you do exactly like you are
told, you will get out of this just fine." Marnie eased her contracting body a
bit. "Just don't cross him. He got into a situation with a bitch of his once,
and she shot him in the groin. It took off the head of his thing and he lost
one of the round ones. He nearly bled to death." She was telling Marnie as
they started to work with her hair. "He probably seems pretty tame to you now,
but sometimes he goes off unexpectedly over things having to do with sex, and
every woman around him represents that bitch that changed him for good."
"What am I going to have to do? I've got to get back to my family." Marnie
asked.
"Ha. Don't talk about family around him either, trust me." The lady in white
said. "You're probably gonna have to satisfy some or all of his guys and then
do the Prince."
"But he had the head of his dick blown off. What am I going to have to do to
satisfy him?" Marnie wondered to herself.
They dressed Marnie in a garter belt and stockings, gloves that went up to her
elbows, some costume jewelry and pieces that held her hair up out of the way,
then applied makeup to their tastes, which included deep red lipstick. Except
for the gaudy makeup, Marnie looked fairly formal, awaiting a fancy evening
gown.
The leader came in finishing a laugh from something said or done just prior to
his entrance. He waved the three women out while he still smiled. Then he had
Marnie approach him. "Tonight Snow, you are going to give the ladies a little
break from their duties. They are going to pick the dwarf of their choice for
the evening and you get to do the four rejected ones. I'm sure they will be in
just the right frame of mind to get you ready for your Prince Charming." He
said as he held her chin up with his finger, her face just inches away from
his, as if he was going to give her a kiss. Then he released her chin and she
lowered herself back away from him revulsed.
"Now bend across this bed." She did as she was told. "Stretch your arms out."
He strapped on leather cuffs and tied her wrists off to the far corners of the
bed. "Lift this leg for me." He said, causing her to stand on one foot while
he attached another cuff to her ankle.
"Is this really necessary?" Marnie pleaded. "I'll cooperate, really I will."
"Shut up bitch, and do what you're told, if you know what is good for you." He
said with hostility. He tied the leg to the corner to her left so it went
straight out from her body. "Now kick up the other." Marnie tried to get the
last leg supporting her up. On the second try, he caught her calf, and cuffed
it to the other corner.
In this position, Marnie formed an "X" with her upper body, and she was forced
into the splits with her lower body. Her pussy and ass were inches off the
edge of the bed, unable to move in any direction. They were open and sore. She
could do the splits all she wanted as a college cheerleader, but she hadn't
stayed as stretched out in the twenty years hence. The man moved the edge of
his index finger across her shaved pussy to feel the elasticity, textures and
warmth. Then he cupped the area, warming her up for the assault she was about
to encounter down there. Moments later he left and sent two guys in. One went
around and checked her bonds while the other stood between her legs and lowered
his pants and drawers.
Marnie asked, "Please have mercy on me and help me get lubricated first."
The guy between her legs started to roughly poke his middle finger in her cunt,
while the other looked for something in the ladies' area. "Here," he said to
his buddy, "cinnamon flavored lotion."
"Flavored?" The other one said. "You can eat it?"
"Says here you can. Also warms you up for it. Let's give it a try." He said.
The guy between her legs poured some in his hand. He poured too much, but
decided against pouring any back in the bottle, and worked it in and around
both of her openings between her legs and then the excess all around her rear
cheeks. The second guy said, "Try blowing on it, it heats it up." Then they
both got down close to her openings and blew their breath on her sensitive
areas creating a chemical reaction that warmed up the areas covered with the
lotion. Marnie tried to close her legs, but to no avail. "I wonder what it
feels like on me, the guy between her legs said, as he began to fuck her cunt
with his eager cock.
The lotion started to warm up his balls as they slapped up against Marnie's
mons. "Oh yes, this is good." He said.
"Hurry, I want some of that." The other said impatiently.
Whether it was the unusual sensations warming his balls or his buddy's
impatience, he came fairly quickly and mercifully for Marnie. The other guy
got right to it, and started pumping like a rabbit. He held on to her with his
hands on the top side of her upper thighs and worked against her stretched
sinews as he pulled himself into her harder and harder. He came in a strong
forward thrust impaling Marnie on his erupting shaft. He jerked into her a
couple more times before they both took their leave.
In came the other two. They both shucked their bottom clothes and one
positioned himself between her legs, and the other got in a kneeling straddle
in front of her on the bed asking her to suck him while the other worked her
other end. All Marnie could do was to try her best to hold her head up, create
some suction, and receive his thrusts. The kneeling guy got cramped and pulled
out and off the bed to finish in her snatch right after his partner was done.
As they were zipping up one said, "That should have her ready for Prince."
In walked the leader. "Finally, the last one. Now I get to see how he wants
me to do him. Whatever you do don't accidentally call him stubby." Marnie
thought to herself.
He undid her right leg and let it go easily to the ground. Marnie couldn't
believe how good it felt to get out of the forced splits. Then came the other
leg, and she padded in place still bent over as he worked to get her wrists
unbound from the corners. He stood and looked at her a minute then went in
search of something. He looked in drawers, left the room a moment, then came
back, leaving the door open, with a nylon string, about a meter long. He tied
each end to each of her nipple rings, creating a droop falling to about where
her pubic hair would start if she hadn't shaved.
He left her alone again, with the door still open. She tested the string
attached to her nipple rings and discovered the pain in pulling on them. A few
minutes later, he returned with a plate of smelly cheese and a sharp knife.
"On your hands and knees." He ordered.
"But, what . . .?" Marnie said, wanting to ask, "why not on the bed."
"Now." He said, and she obeyed. "Let's prepare a perfume for the Prince." He
said, as he proceeded to take pieces of the cheese and rubbed them all over her
face, neck, and crotch. When he was done, he placed a small piece between her
teeth and told her to hold it. Then he placed a couple of crumbled pieces in
her cunt. When Marnie protested this with her body movements, he came back in
front, put out his boot, and stepped on the drooping string.
"Time to meet your Prince Charming. Prince, heel!"
Marnie's terror rose precipitously, as she heard the bounding footsteps of an
animal approaching the doorway. She tried to scream without losing the piece
of cheese between her teeth. There rounding the doorway and to its master's
side was a large shiny black Doberman. With its broad shoulders and small
pointy head, it made the scariest sight Marnie had ever been face to face with.
Prince, the Doberman, sat to his master's left, leaning forward and sniffing
the air before him, alternating with looking up at his master for the signal to
find the treat. The rest of the gang members and their women filed into the
room to witness the union of Prince and his bitch.
"Prince, meet Snow White." He said. "Find your treat, boy." He commanded,
sending Prince forward to sniff and lick Marnie's face.
Marnie instinctively tried to back away, but got instant feedback of the
advisability of it by the instant pain in her nipples from the string tethering
her to the floor. In fact, she had to lean somewhat into Prince, because his
aggressiveness pushed her back against the string in and of itself. She tried
to hug her head to her shoulder, as Prince sniffed and licked her neck, she
tried to scrunch up her face, when Prince vigorously licked all traces of the
cheese from it. She was too late to clamp her teeth, when he insisted on
checking all corners of her mouth for vestiges of his treat. When Marnie felt
she was all but licked raw, Prince went back to his master's side automatically
and sat looking up for further instructions.
"Go find your treat, boy." He said again.
Prince went forward slower and sniffed where he had found it before, looked up
at his master and continued sniffing along Marnie's side. Prince started to
tell that the scent was getting stronger and sniffed under her belly toward her
mons. This got him really excited and he charged around behind her to find his
treat tucked away in her pussy. He started to lick and sniff, protruding his
tongue and snout into her cunt alternately in quick insistent succession. When
he tasted the first crumbles, he started sending his tongue in, curled for
strength, to extract his reward.
Marnie had to push against his efforts to avoid ripping the rings from her
tits. She even lowered her upper body closer to the ground to give her a
cushion of slack, in case she wasn't vigilant at meeting his forces. This
pushed her nether region lewdly back into Prince's eager tongue all the
more.
Now Prince was tasting cum. The curled tongue penetrating, unfurling, and
scooping the treats out, was having involuntary affects on Marnie as well. Her
juices, the cinnamon lotion, smelly cheese and cum deposits made a feast for
Prince, getting him visibly excited. Marnie couldn't tell directly, but she
figured out from the onlookers pointing and talking that, Prince was sending
out his instrument from its sheath. She knew something vile was coming when
Prince made a high pitched yelp, sniffed one last time, and jumped up on her
back with his front paws. Marnie felt the moist warm penis flop and poke its
pointed head at her rear areas. She tried to foil its entry by leaning her
hips from side to side. The leader was amused by this for a time, but finally
decided to put his foot down lengthwise along the string, rather than across
it, forcing Marnie to bring her upper body rapidly lower to the floor at his
boot, to compensate for the shorter lead. Her arms became ineffectual as
supports in a four pointed stance, and she ended up hugging his boot for lack
of alternatives. During this adjustment, Prince found the home for his penis
that he was thrusting for. He clamped his front legs around Marnie's hips and
started to pump rhythmically in and out of her cunt with no mercy. Marnie
closed her eyes tight to hide her humiliation and tears.
What ever pleasure the pure sensation of the warm, hard, swelling phallus
thrusting in and out of her cunt might have had for her, were more than offset
by the forced rape by these low-lives, the audience of strangers, the thought
of it being non-human, and the untrimmed nails digging into the soft flesh of
her lower belly.
Prince emitted a couple of soft whines. Marnie feared he was about to conclude
his excitement. Then Marnie felt the unusual sensation of further swelling,
filling and stretching her vagina. The surprise of it caused her mind to focus
on nothing but the inescapable sensations in her groin. Delirium built up from
her cunt, and rose in a crescendo quickly to her brain, as her orgasm was
triggered by her Prince's discharge of his seed into her.
She was oblivious to the laughter. By the time Prince was relaxed enough to
dismount, the leader stepped off of her tether. Marnie knelt in a kneeling
fetal position, face in hands, for a few minutes while several people filed
out. The lady in white said, "Here let me help you with that." As she untied
the tether from her rings. The woman in lavender stood silently by with her
skirt and bra. The third woman donated a grungy tee-shirt for her to wear back
to the fountain.
When they got her back, they tossed her out of the van, and sped off, so she
wouldn't get a look at the plates on the vehicle. She found her keys still in
the shrubs and high tailed it back to her house for a scrubbing shower, a long
cry, and a soaking bath.
Marnie laid on her bed in her robe contemplating the error of her ways, how
giving into her urges set up the events of the evening. Now she didn't even
need Larcher to ruin her life, she thought, she was an expert now at doing it
herself.
Brenda walked in sleepy-eyed in her robe. "Is everything okay Mom, it looks as
though you've been crying."
"I just really need your father tonight, Honey, that's all. I have some demons
to fight, and he helps me with the will to do so."
"I'm here for you Mom." Brenda said, as she curled up next to her mother on the
bed with her head on Marnie's outstretched arm.
"I don't deserve a daughter as wonderful as you Dear." Marnie said, turning to
give her a firm hug and a kiss atop her head.
"You're always there for me. I get it from you." Brenda said, snuggling a
little.
"I love you Brenda." Marnie said trying to hide her tears.
"Back at you Mom."
Then they drifted off to sleep, just like they used to do when Brenda would
come to her as a child to have her help ward off her demons.
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