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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of stories. o
o They have been submitted by people from all over the world. Also from o
o alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order to this o
o section of my collection, other than offering them to you in alpha- o
o betical directories. o
o I don't believe in categorizing things. "I don't want to be typed o
o therefore I don't type things myself." I think it's a lot more fun to o
o browse around and find 'little' surprises, and topics that you might o
o not have even thought of looking for. I hope you enjoy your time among o
o Kristen's book shelf directories. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult entertainment o
o and should not be read by minors. Thank you, Kristen Becker o
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Attone - Part 5 (Fdom-F, MF, orgy, slave)
by AnonPIXNIX Author (c) 1990
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Part Two: The Entertainer
The ride to Cheryl's apartment seemed to take much longer
than normal. The usual 45 minute trip had seemed, to Barbara, to
take days. She and John had not really discussed the events of
their last evening with Cheryl and Barbara still had a knot in
her stomach when she wondered what thoughts he had about her. She
couldn't blame him for losing respect for her. This strong woman
he married was now reduced to crawling on the floor and licking
another woman's feet...and worse. During the ride she wondered
what was in store for her this evening. She couldn't imagine
being told to do anything she hadn't already done the other
night. What more could there possibly be. No, her concern was not
for what she we be asked to do (although she dreaded having to do
all that again), but who would observe the goings on and what
would they think. Barbara did not know any of Cheryl's friends
and wondered what they were like. Were they good looking, fat,
skinny, gorgeous, or plain. Were they interesting and fun to be
with, or were they complete bores. More importantly, what would
be their reaction to seeing her doing all those things Cheryl
obviously had in mind for her tonight. Perhaps, they would be
just as disgusted with it as she was. She tried not to think
about it. She tried telling herself that this was not her doing
these things. This was just her body carrying out the orders of a
foreign brain. She rationalized that this was a case of her
surviving. As she rode alongside John, she could feel her naked-
ness under the cotton dress and noticed how the dress wrinkled.
She also felt a dampness between her thighs and realized that
thinking about the upcoming events was beginning to excite her.
She hoped the dampness wouldn't spot the dress and make her
condition obvious to everyone there.
They found an empty parking spot in front of Cheryl's door.
Barbara and John got out of the car and walked up to the door.
John rang the bell while Barbara stood on the next step down and
wished this were not happening. `Maybe,' she thought, `maybe no
one will answer the door and we can get back in the car and go
home.' Her hopes were dashed when the door open and Cheryl
greeted them with a big smile.
"Why, it's John and Barbara; right on time. Do come in."
Cheryl moved aside and motioned for the couple to come in. When
they walked past her into the living room, Cheryl closed the door
and stood beside them. "Everybody, I'd like to introduce John and
his wife Barbara. Barbara is our special guest tonight.
"John, Why don't you have a seat in recliner over there.
I'll introduce everyone to you two a little later."
As John walked across the room to assume his seat, Barbara
looked around. The apartment was typical of modern garden apart-
ments. The rather small living room opened on end to the dining
area which, in turn, was right off the kitchen. Down a short hall
was the bath and bedroom. The living room was brightly lit and
the white walls seemed to cast a theatre stage effect into the
center. Large, floor length drapes covered the picture window
which gave a view of the parking lot. Barbara noticed that Cheryl
had rearranged the furniture for this evening. The long, low
cocktail table had been moved to the center of the room, away
from the sofa. Along the wall opposite the sofa were 3 snack
trays, each covered with a towel. Barbara could tell there was
something under the towels and wondered why Cheryl would cover
them so crudely.
Sitting on the sofa were Cheryl's three friends. The one on
the left was in her early twenties, very petite, around 5 foot
even, weighing only about 100 pounds Barbara guessed. She had
long, black hair and a well tanned face and arms. Though small,
she was nicely built. On her left sat what appeared to be the
oldest of the trio. Barbara guessed the woman's age as clos to
her own...twenty-nine. She was also the biggest of the trio,
standing around 5' 8" and 140 pounds. Short brown hair framed her
round face. On her lap was an opened photo album which all three
girls had obviously been studying. Barbara blushed furiously when
she realized they were looking at the pictures Cheryl had taken
of her the other night. The last girl sat on the other end of the
sofa, closest to John. She was also twenty-three or -four, and
had blonde hair. She stood about 5' 5", 120 pounds and had large
breasts.
Barbara tried to avoid their eyes, but could feel them
staring at her.
Cheryl waited for John to sit down and then put her arm
around Barbara's shoulders as she addressed her friends again.
"Barbara was my neighbor before I got married and moved here. She
has agreed to serve us and to provide the entertainment for the
night. Haven't you, Barbara?"
Barbara felt a frog in her throat as she answered. "Yes,
Mistress Cheryl." Her heart was racing and she feared she would-
n't be able to go through with this tonight.
"Very good. See what everyone wants to drink and get it for
them. You know where everything is. Before you do though, why
don't you take off your dress and let my guests see what they're
in for tonight?" Cheryl looked at her guests and smiled. They all
smiled back, but looked at Barbara, not Cheryl.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl," Barbara answered. She unbuttoned her
dress slowly, bending over for the bottom buttons. When she had
finished, she removed the dress and held it in front of her with
a quizzical look in her eyes. She felt like she was a slave at
auction waiting for the bidding to begin. Her nakedness in front
of strangers made her blush deeply.
Cheryl grabbed the dress out of Barbara's hand and tossed it
into the far corner near the door. "You won't be needing this for
while. Assume your position, Barbara."
At first Barbara didn't understand what Cheryl meant, but
then remembered and placed her hands behind her head as she
spread her legs apart. She felt Cheryl's hands on her sides
twisting her around. She turned slowly until Cheryl stopped her.
She stood there with her back to the crowd while Cheryl told them
how nice she thought her ass was as she pinched and mauled her
cheeks. Barbara thought she would die. Finally Cheryl told her to
take everyone's order and get cracking. She walked over to the
sofa and asked each what they would like. They giggled and made
crude jokes about her but all wanted just a Coke. She did the
same to John and he just replied "Beer". She went into the
kitchen and made the drinks, put them on a tray and carried it
back into the living room. As she passed through the dining area,
she noticed the table was covered with a pure white sheet over a
plastic tablecloth with a pillow in the center. After she served
each one their drink, she brought the tray back into the kitchen
and laid it on the counter before returning to the living room.
She assumed her previous position in the center of the room and
waited.
Cheryl walked to the center of the room and stood next to
Barbara with her hand on Barbara's elbow. "Let me introduce you
to my friends, Barbara. They all live here in the complex and we
get together most mornings for coffee. To your left is Lynn. Lynn
is in the same boat as I am. Her husband is required to travel
quite extensively leaving her home alone for long periods. In the
middle is Beth. Beth is single and is a nurse in the surgical
department of All Soul's Hospital here in town. She works after-
noons, Sunday through Thursday. Lastly, Pam on the right shares
the same fate as Lynn and I, except she works, part-time week-
ends, at the mall. We've discussed how organize this evening and
came up with the following rules. Rather than have everyone
asking you to do this and that all at once, we agreed that each
would have her turn with you. You will address them as Mistress,
just as you do I, and will do whatever they tell you to do.
Failure to obey or follow any of the procedures we've agreed to
the other night will result in punishment. We are going to save
any punishments until the end of the evening, when we will decide
how severe they should be. After each of your mistresses is
through with you, you are to thank them and show them your
respect. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara answered affirmatively but
didn't quite understand that last remark about showing them her
respect. Surely Cheryl didn't expect her to kiss all their asses.
"Very well, then. Since Beth is a nurse and knows the ropes,
we thought it best if she went first and sort of prepped you. "
Cheryl held her free hand out to Beth, who got up, walked over
and stood on Barbara's opposite side.
"Hi, Barbara." Beth looked at Barbara and smiled. "Since
many of the girls ask questions regarding this procedure or that
procedure at the hospital, I'm going to use you as my "dummy" so
the speak. We're gonna get you prepped, cleaned in and out, and
demonstrate some medical procedures on you. Don't be afraid. I've
done each of these things many, many times and they are not
harmful. You may feel some discomfort, that is all. So let's move
over to the table and get started, shall we? Cheryl would you get
my tray, the one in the middle for me please?"
Beth guided Barbara over to the kitchen table as Cheryl
followed carrying one of the covered snack trays. When they
reached the table, Beth pulled out a chair and indicated to
Barbara that she get up on the table and lie on her back, hands
behind her head. Barbara did what she was told. The bright light
of the hanging lamp over the center of the table made her squint
her eyes, but she dared not shut them. Out of the corner of her
eye she noticed Beth removing the towel from the tray and grab-
bing something. Barbara desperately wanted to turn her head to
see what was on the tray but feared that if she did so she would
be punished. She was very frightened about these "procedures" and
made up her mind that she would quit if she thought anything
might permanently hurt her. Beth's face appeared in front of
Barbara's and shielded her eyes from the light. For the first
time Barbara noticed that the rest of the guests had gathered
around the table and were looking at them like they would look at
one of those salesmen at flea markets who demonstrate this
"super-duper veg-o-matic". John stood against the wall directly
in front of her feet. She then noticed the video camera set up on
a tripod to his left. While Barbara stared at the camera, Cheryl
reached over and pushed the record button.
"To begin with, Barbara, I'm going to show everyone how we
prep the pubic area for surgery. In other words, I'm going to
shave your cookie squeaky clean." Beth left her side momentarily
and returned carrying a steaming bowl of water. She dipped a
washcloth into the water, gingerly wrung it out and dropped it
flat on Barbara's vulva. Barbara jolted when the hot rag hit her
in her most tender spot and moved her hips around trying to move
the rag from the burning area. Beth told her to keep still and
roughly moved the rag over Barbara's pubic area with her finger-
tips. As her hands went between Barbara's legs, Beth told her to
spread wide and put her feet flat on the table top at each side.
Barbara complied. Barbara felt the hot rag with Beth's fingertips
part her vagina slightly and sensed that Beth was concentrating a
bit too much on her clitoris. The rag moved from her vagina to
her anus and the pressure increased. Beth's fingers were stuffing
the rag, ever so slightly into Barbara's ass. Suddenly the rag
was removed and Barbara felt the razor being dragged across her
lower belly. It worked it's way very quickly across her stomach,
then down a little lower, across again, down a little lower,
across again until it was at the vagina. Beth's free hand held
the skin taut as the razor did its job. As she would pull the
skin tight, Barbara felt her vagina being opened slightly. From
the vagina the razor worked it's way to Barbara's anus. Barbara
tensed and felt Beth again pulling her skin tight and her puck-
ered anus being opened ever so slightly with each tug. When she
had finished, Beth dropped the razor into the bowl and grabbed
the rag again. It had cooled enough to hold comfortably and
didn't hurt Barbara when it began wiping her newly shaved areas
clean. Beth withdrew the rag and leaned back to observe her
handiwork. She smiled her approval as the others looked, then
smiled in return, each saying how different and clean it looked.
John leaned back against the wall. The sight of his pretty
wife being shaved in front of strangers, and her hairless pussy,
had made his cock grow with excitement. He crossed his legs at
the ankles in hopes of hiding his hard-on from the crowd. His
eyes glanced to the side where Cheryl was looking through the
view finder of the video camera. He could tell from her smile and
glazed eyes that she was on her way to becoming as aroused as he
was. As he looked back at the table where Barbara was lying, he
noticed that the other two girls, Lynn and Pam, seemed to be
equally excited. He imagined that this evening was going to end
in one helluva orgy. He hoped he would play a more active part in
it than he was now.
Barbara rolled over on her stomach and hung each foot off
the sides of table like Beth told her to do. She rested her head
on its side against her clasped hands. Beth's faced appeared in
front of her's again and held up something for her to see.
"This is an enema nozzle. You are now going to start getting
cleaned on the inside. From now on whenever I show you an instru-
ment, I want you to kiss it and take it into your mouth while I
explain the procedure to everyone. Understand?" The slight tremor
in Beth's voice was exposing her state of excitement to all
present. Her breathing became shorter and her words more to the
point. Her face was also becoming flushed.
"Yes, Mistress Beth." Barbara kissed the end of the nozzle
and parted her lips as Beth worked the nozzle gently into her
mouth. The nozzle was unlike any Barbara had seen before. It
appeared to be much longer, about 7 inches, and had a sort of
rounded ball, close to a inch in diameter, about a half inch from
the tip.
As she worked the nozzle in and out of Barbara's lips, Beth
explained to everyone that she would insert the nozzle into
Barbara's ass and open the hose clip which would then allow the
contents of the bag, which held about a quart and a half of warm,
soapy water to flow into Barbara's intestines. She seemed de-
lighted to explain that Barbara would feel the warmer-than-body-
temperature water entering her and that it would soon cause her
some discomfort and appear as though she wouldn't be able to hold
any more. Beth smiled widely and said that the adult body could
hold 2 full quarts of water without any harm, but she kept it
down to only a quart and a half because Barbara would have to
hold this for a longer time than normal. When she completed the
explanation, Beth took the nozzle out of Barbara's mouth and told
her to reach back and spread her ass cheeks w-i-d-e. Barbara did
as she was told and spread her cheeks as wide as she could. She
soon felt Beth's finger work some kind of lubricant around her
anus and then go directly into her asshole. The sudden sensation
of pain caused Barbara to jerk, to which Beth responded by
jamming her finger in farther. Barbara felt the finger work back
and forth a few times before being replaced with the hardness of
the nozzle. This, too, was worked in and out a few times before
Beth roughly shoved it in as far as it would go.