~Subject: REPOST Joan's New Life #8 nc..............................
~From: rgfish@rpaladin.win.net (Richard G Fischer)
~Date: Mon, 04 Dec 1995 10:17:03 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


This is another story from my imagination. If you do not 
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next 
posting.

If you are under age or immature forget the following.


If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ... 
ETC  then go on to the next posting.


              You have been warned!!!
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                    Joan's New Life # 8
                        by Paladin
Don drove her car to the back door of a seedy shop in a bad 
section of town. He parked and dragged her out of her seat. She 
tried to stay bent over, during her stumble up the stairs to the 
door. This was because the dongs inside her had gotten set that 
way and it was painful to try to straighten up. Then to bent 
over she felt she might not be seen. 

He did not allow this. He forced her to straighten up by 
insistently tugging up on her leash.. It was a painful and slow 
process, but with his constant pull she finally did it. Her 
guts shifted and finally her vitals accommodated the dongs into 
their new positions. The dongs remained rigid.  

He tugged on the leash until she had gotten up straight. Then 
further until she was up on her toes and looking into his eyes. 
He pointed his finger in her face and lectured her,

"These are my friends. You are just some free pussy that followed 
me home. You act nice and respectful. You act real respectful to 
my friends. They want a fuck...you fuck. They want a suck...you 
suck. You understand me BITCH??"

She hopped she could fall down and the ground would swallow her 
up. She was here in the bad section of town, trusted up like a 
roast ready for the coals and basting, being lectured about the 
whoring of her body to a group of stranger perverts. 

<How had she gotten into this. Better yet...How would she get out 
of this... >

But her bodies betrayed her again. All the while he was 
instructing her, she was dripping like a boiling stream kettle. 
Her face was red and her sex was ready.

"I understand Don." she concurred. During her lecture the wind 
blew her cape up and exposed her bare ass covered only by the 
strap disappearing in her crack. With her hands captive to the 
gloves sewn on the strap their was nothing she could do. She 
shuttered and wondered how many normal people she had mooned?? 

<This is soo so s... bet I gave those old geezers and croons an 
eyeful. But I'm keeping it for Don...Of course he shares it.)

He then pulled on the leash and guided her trust up body with 
billowing cape into the seedy shop. The sign on the door said 
in big red letters over the door "WALT'S PIERCING PARLOR".

She mounted the stairs, bowl legged to shift dummies inside 
her, like a condemned prisoner going to her execution. In a sense 
she was. She will never be the same again.

"Well lookie here," a short dark hair woman said. She had big 
tits and a hard face. She was dressed in a skin tight spotted 
dress. It gave the impression of a leopard. Sleek and ready to 
pounce. She was sitting there in a plastic and chrome waiting 
chair, looking over a poro mag.

"The slut from last night. Aw Don you didn't let her fix up. She 
needs to fix her face and things. Especially today, she should 
really look her best. Here let me take her to the ladies room to 
fix her things, up you great big pig." 

She hung her head at the sound of the voice. This was Tina, her 
first lesbian experience. She was soo embarrassed. She hoped Don 
kept her with him. This lezzie wanted to... She just hopped... 
Maybe he wouldn't let her... She sought to rub up against Don's 
leather covered arm with her silk covered tits.

She looked around and saw, luckily, their were no other patrons 
awaiting service. She was embarrassed as it was, with just these 
two people discussing her martyrdom. Think of what it would be 
like with 20 or so patrons, waiting for service, over hearing 
this discussion.

The walls were covered with pictures of 'successful' piercing. 
She looked with interest at the ringed dicks and nut shacks. She 
was intrigued and wondered if they could fuck that way. What a 
horny slut she was becoming.

Then she saw the pierced labia section. She found one with rows 
of small rings along the length, and then a larger one through 
the sex bud. This is what Don was having done to her. She 
wondered if it would hurt. How would he fuck her then?? How 
would she... Aw shit it was going to happen. She wanted change 
didn't she? Her thoughts were interrupted by,

"That old video camera and shitty lights Walt uses won't know the 
difference, sides I like my sluts smooth and white. Not you like
hairy and black. Go on back to your true love Liza." Don said as 
he whisked the cape off her and left her cringing in the brightly 
lit store attired only in the black nylon web. True her crotch 
was covered and plugged but she was still not use to showing off 
her mammories to everyone. True these two people had both fucked 
or been fucked by her. Still she was shy about her modesty. 

The curtains parted as another man entered the store area from 
the back room. She sought to turn and hide herself from the 
this newcomer. He put down the tray. Grabbed her hips and swiveled 
her to face him. He examined her tits and looked down into her 
framed and plugged pussy.

"Ok bitch sit in the chair and let me.... Don! You got to get 
those plugs out of her if I'm going to do those lips and the 
little bud." the old white haired man said going to the tray of 
stainless steel implements and withdrew a curved needle.  Still
looking at her cunt crack covering strap, he went on, "I took my 
weekend time from my busy schedule, as a favor to you, and you 
obstruct my working area. An artist don't get no respect in his 
life time."

She recognized this voice too. This was another of her fuckers 
from last night. Still she gradually sought to bend over and 
cross her thighs and scrunch down to cover her modesty. The 
little nylon strap and the buried dongs dug her into her channel 
and rubbed it brutally. It hurt her so much gradually she had to 
let it all hang out. If she attempted to hang her head down and 
she began to choke herself on the collar. Their was nothing she 
could do. Don had told her and she was 'their whore'.

" Hay mellow out Walt. You want a fuck. I'll open it up or better 
still fuck Tina here. She kneed it, but I had to plug her for 
traveling. Why she tried to take on a dobbie in the hall before 
we could even get on the elevator to leave the building. No lie. 
Maybe in a couple of days, I'll go see about granting her her 
wish." Don said as he released her from her crotch holder strap 
buckle. Then he gave it a powerful yank, that started the dongs 
on their smooth descent, lubricated by pure pussy honey. Joan's 
traitorous body was working overtime providing this. Producing 
pure pussy cream seemed to be her only function now.

<I did not. Can I help it if Brutus has a great sense of smell. I 
never would... never... Erin is my friend, and she would not let 
Brutis do such a thing.> She hoped.

Once the dildos left her body she felt empty. Although they were 
terrible when they went in, horrible while inside, now she wanted 
a...fuck. She tried to rub her exposed tits against Don's chest, 
and tried to hump his hand while it was close to her now dripping 
cunt. She wanted to fuck him again now. The hell with the others 
in the room. <They can get in line for my ass.> She thought. The 
hell with how it looked. She wanted SEX!!! and she wanted it NOW!!

"See what I mean Walt. A real horny bitch! All tits, pussy and 
cream." he said wiping his wet hand on her right tit and chest. 
"Now you just hold that thought bitch. After we get you decked 
out, we'll all party with you. Now lets go sit in the nice chair 
Walt uses to decorate bitches like you, and be a good slut." Don 
demanded.

She did not want to do it but lead on by Don she was soon seated 
in the chair. It was a modified barbers chair. A large vice like 
frame closed over her head and securing it starring straight 
ahead. Another holding strap went under her tits, covering her 
framing straps, securing her torso to the chair. Another pair of 
straps were secured to her leg muscles holding her knees open, 
and causing her recently vacated pussy to gape open for all to 
see inside. Finally her ankles were forced open and tied to rings 
in the back of the chairs support. Thus guaranteeing easy access 
to all her charms displayed in this chair.

She tried to peered down, her wind pipe was partially blocked by 
the collar and the clamp pulled her facial skin. She could only 
see the tip of her nipples and some black nylon material down 
there.. She prayed for Ted to come to her rescue. Ted would save 
her... Ted... Dullsville..... She would rather fuck Don...or even 
Walt, rather than go back to that wimp. 

She tried to adjust her back in the chair. She found she could 
hardly move and her breath was restricted. She had to take 
shorter, smaller breaths. She felt a breeze where she had never 
felt one before. Her clit, stimulated in the cold air, stiffened. 
Cold air blew into her vagina. <What a weird sensation?>

A cold soft feminine hand closed over her left nipple. She tried 
to look down there but that was not possible, as she had already   
established, but she had to try. She could only see Tina's arm 
emerging from the vicinity of the pulled nipple. She knew. <The 
lezzie bitch is pulling my nipple.> She was about to curse the 
bitch out when she remembered Don's instruction to her outside 
the shop. <Be polite to his friends. Was she his friend?> But 
surely he did not mean..... <Wait a minute... Last night he let 
her and another woman sit on my face.> She held her tongue, It 
too remember it's homage to this bitch, and she endured her 
handling.

"This bitch has the tits for some whopper rings Don. How about we put 
in some of these 6 inchers???" Tina asked Don and Walt, pointing 
to a display in a glass case in the front of the store.

"None of that female catty shit. This is my whore. I want 
something simple and tasteful. 2 or 3 inchers, I think. Walt, 
have you got a tray of assorted ones so I can see what's going to  
look tasteful on these tits?" Don asked stimulating her right 
nipple.

This nub stiffened under his manipulation. It was rock hard in 
seconds. She had been able to shift her gaze to Don, for her 
eyeballs were the only organ, that she could really move, fixed 
as she was in the chair.

The old man brought over a tray and she managed to again shift 
her gaze to this tray as he placed it on a pull-up table beside 
the chair. It contained an assortment of rings. Some large, some 
small, some silver, some gold and a group of rainbow colored ones 
made in, what looked like ivory.

Don and Tina began holding the various rings on their respective 
breasts. She could not see the effect. Most times she could not 
even see which was being displayed where on her breasts.

"Look here," Tina exclaimed, "This is her, and it is soo strong 
that I bet you can have her carry anvils with these in her here."

She glanced at Don and was thankfully she saw a sower expression. 
He did not like the obviously, industrial strength ones. <That 
bitch Tina. When I get her tits in my hands I mash um flat 
I'll...AWWAWAWAW>  Don pinched her aureole against the unyielding 
metal of his latest candidate. She could not see it but it sure 
felt rough against her nipple. She was maddened by being so close 
to the selection and yet soo far. After all it was her breasts 
that were going to wear these rings, and she was not even being 
consulted. She felt another one being proposed by Tina. Then she 
felt a cold metal strip against the aureole. 

<That bitch. She is hanging them on my nipple.... I'll pinch the 
shity tips off hers and feed um into the sink grinder. If I fed 
um to the cat the poor innocent thing would die. This bitch is 
poison.">

"These are the ones!" Don decided. No discussion, no arguments.

More to come...............