From: rgfish@rpaladin.win.net (Richard G Fischer)
Subject: Edith #4 nc s&m etc.......................
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!!!
Rhonda took her own sweet time getting ready for her errands. She selected Edith's best business pants suite for her own day apparel. She dressed leisurely paying no attention to the plight of her captive trussed up on the bathroom floor. Once she was dressed and made up, she returned to her nude subdued captive and checked all the bindings. Despite the obvious discomfort she was causing, she persisted in her tightening till she was satisfied the straps all caused the skin to bulge over the unyielding black strap surfaces. Then she stood up and dragged the nude captive Edith to her feet too.
Rhonda had tightened the straps so they cut into Edith's soothe pink flesh in all contact places causing great discomfort for the nude. Now the straps became black lines which served to confined, pinch and accented all the captive female charms. The only covering, if you would call them that, were the pockets that encased her hands and kept them at her sides. The rubber ball kept her vocal protesting to this treatment of her person to a series of grunts and squeals. Edith shook her whole body in an attempt to get the restraints into some comfortable arrangements. It did not happen.
The harness was quite unyielding. She felt no respite. She hurt all over and when she Rhonda clipped a leash on the Edith's collar ring she offered little resistance. Head down she let herself be dragged by the woman to her own front door *NAKED*. When she realized the destination, Edith tried to resist. The thought of being dragged like this through the halls of the old factory building, down the creaking old elevator, and into the street by a neatly dressed woman was beyond comprehension. Rhonda seemed to take no notice of Edith's obvious distress. Rhonda went about her task as if she was walking a lower animal.
Slowly, though she resisted, Edith was dragged ever closer to her door. Rhonda pulled her charge up to the door, then bent and fastened the leash to the door handle. She did have to apply her cane at various stages along the way to Edith's smooth white ass flesh, but their was never any doubt in the out come of the contest. Finally she had the nude Edith secured, and captive at her own front door, packaged for a walk or a journey where ever the witch wanted.
Edith prayed that the other tenants of the building were not there yet, as she could not stop this witch from taking her out any way she wanted. Her studio loft was isolated normally from the day to day world but today their would probably be a thousand spick factory workers to see and leer at her captive nudity as the witch took her down in the ever so slow elevator.
Rhonda went to a seemingly discarded pile of rags in a chair, that had not been there last night, Edith was sure. Rhonda returned to her captive with the shapeless black cloth mass in her hands. She placed the cloth over Edith's nudity and began to adjust the covering. It appeared to be like a monks robe, in sections to allow access whenever it was required, with a hood and a long flowing skirt. Rhonda threw the covering over Edith and pulled up the hood to totally obscure her identity. She stood back and observed the effect. Then she draped the garment over all of Edith's *NAKED* body. Probably to demonstrate to Edith her vulnerability, Rhonda reached between the folds into a slit and gripped the captives right pink nipple that was framed by the harness. The long nails of her right hand secured a purchase on the tender organ and gave it a brutal twist, saying,
"You give me any trouble bitch and I will take this thing as a little souvenir. You understand me bitch?" Rhonda explained to the hurting captive with a couple of twists.
Edith would have agreed to anything at that moment. She would have professed her undying love...anything but the gag prevented her vocal response so she just shook her head frantically and hoped the witch would let her keep the precious nub.
Finally the now angry red nub was released and sought to hide in the ample tit flesh where it normally resided. The cloth flowed back and Edith was covered again. Rhonda went back to the chair and picked up a mass of leather belts and turned to her charge.
Bolstered by the black covering and lack of pain, Edith's confidence began to return. Rhonda returned with the 'Y' shaped piece of leather and she tucked the long end under the collar. The open ends now rested between the bosom of the captive. At the end or each branch was a stout black spring paper clip.
Realization hit Edith like a dart point when Rhonda again opened the covering and snapped the clip over the already hurting right nipple. The spring held the nipple firmly no matter how Edith tried to shake it off. She stopped when she found that she was only hurting her self more by this twisting. She froze and just stood there and soak up the hurt.
Rhonda tugged it up to steady Edith till the shuttering ceased. Then she secured the left nub and snapped the other clip on the other nipple, much to Edith's consternation. That done, Rhonda seized the end of the lead and took up the slack. The results were immediate and immediately painful for Edith. Any slight movement of the lead would guarantee her complete obedience.
Edith's chest was a mass of fire. Rhoda untied the leash to the collar and passed the lead over her left shoulder. She adjusted the tension till it was taught and secured to the suites top button. This done with out backward glance she went to Edith's hall table.
Edith's nipples followed and the miserable captive, in order to keep the nubs on her breasts, quickly followed in the witch's footsteps.
"Now you give me any shit and I'll just tie this to some over head power line and watch you dance all over the place. You got it bitch." Rhonda inquired over he shoulder, as she retrieved Edith's best leather purse and started for the door.
Their was no resistance now. Edith followed quickly and stayed as close to Rhonda as she could. The covering hung down and covered her now but outside, if their was a breeze......
Waiting for the slow, slow elevator they looked like a normal pair. A business woman and some religious person following, probably looking for a donation.
Once inside the elevator Rhonda stood at the front of the platform and starred out into the various floors of the factory. After the first floor Rhonda reached back with her left hand and slipped through a fold of the robe. Her nimble fingers quickly found the captive bush and commenced to tugging the secrete curls. The curls owners grunted and tried to twist away. Her nipples did not allow this.
Edith was mortified. This bitch was fingering her, practically in public and their was nothing she could do about it. It appeared from a distance that she (for it was her clothes that attired Rhonda) was jacking off a monk or something. This would shock anyone who observed the odd pair.
The insistent fingers found the captives clit and commenced to playful scratching and teasing of the sensitive organ. Edith's stomach, inspite of the situation, commenced to that fluttering sensation that proceeded her aurosal. She was aghast. She involuntary tried to step back again and was again brought up short by the tug on her crushed nipples.
Rhonda cooed, "Ohhh Father you are soo big...." loud enough for all to hear.
The hispanic sweat shop workers were horrified. A priest and a puta... here in their presence. They lowered their eyes and sought to see nothing of this sacrilege....
After a seaming eternity the elevator reached the ground floor and the odd pair exited the building. Rhonda withdrew her hand from the fold of the robe and walked out into the street.
The brisk wind whipped Edith's covering to and fro uncovering a leg here and a thigh there but on the whole, it protected her modesty, as they went to the white van parked at the curb.
Rhonda opened the sliding side door and advanced into the confined space on her knees. Edith's nipples followed her every move and soon they too were inside the van. Rhonda turned and closed the door. She undid the lead from the suite button. She attached the lead to an overhead hard point on the vans roof and then crawled forward to the drivers seat.
She started the van motor and then called over her shoulder,
"I hope you can keep your balance, but if not well, you don't want to be a wet nurse anyway .... Do you dear??"
Edith's protests did not rise above the roar of the motor. The Van lurched out into traffic and sped on to its journey. Edith felt every bump and learch as she fought to keep her balance and thereby the nipples she so highly prized.
<Thank god they were in the city on paved roads.> she thought.
The tugs to her nipples made her pray for the end of the journey. She knew that she would have discomfort there but this was......
The van learched to a stop and Rhonda crawled back to her captive. She undid the lead from the hard point and slid over to the door. Without a word she steeped out and tugged the lead. Her captive quickly followed her every move.
As she emerged from the van, she saw a large building with a huge sign proclaiming to the passers by, "Chad's Boutique". Rhonda did not tarry. She went right in the front door. She lead Edith inside the business and went right through the reception area and back to the working stalls looking for someone..
The girl on duty tried to protest that Rhonda did not have an appointment but this did not dissuade Rhonda. She pierced into to cubical after cubical till she found the man she wanted..
"Chad I have this thing I kneed you to do your total makeover on this creature. I know only you can do it. Paul was insistent that I bring it to you and you simply must.." Rhonda babbled on and on.
The funny little man looked like a fuzz ball with only his red eyes visible through the mass of tangled hair.
He had a pair of long scissors in his hands and had been working on a thin sever black woman built like a panther.
"You get you thing out here bitch. Chad be doing me and I have him for a full hour. Less I get up and kick you ass to the middle of next week." The customer demanded. Looking at the intrusive woman and the thing that had invaded her time with the great man.
Rhonda dealt with this minor annoyance quickly. She reaching to the table of implements for grooming and retrieving a long straight razor. She quickly grabbed the black woman by the throat with he right hand and shaved a swath through the center of the black head with benefit of any lubricant. The hair, some skin and a lot of blood were soon emanating from the screaming woman.
Rhoda tightened her grip on the black neck and in two quick flecks removed the woman's eye brows, and screaming in no time at all.
"There now you are all done bitch. I hear reverse mowhalk are all the rage in your section of town. I even did the eye brows, Now are you done or do you want I should bob the nose while I am at it.." Rhonda asked waving the sharp steel tool before the black woman's eyes.
The captive head shook "NO NO ".
"Fine now get the fuck out of here and pay the girl on your way out..." Rhonda demanded throwing the cowering woman out of the cubical.
"The bitch now has that unique look you always wanted." Rhondas explained to the now retreating woman.
"Rhonda you will ruin my business. Sady please go over to the sink and I'll have Greta fix you up. I'll be right back soon... Greta!!! help Sady and mop up that blood... " Chad quickly took charge and shortly had the black woman being helped in to another cubical, then he lead Rhonda and her charge to yet another cubical.
"Now what the hell is so all fired important that you have to come in here and ruin my thing. I'm an artist, man. I won't be right for the rest of the day.. My sensibilities are all jangled." The little man began as Rhonda loomed over him. She still had the Razor by her side.
more to come..........
Path: bull.hkstar.net!news1.hk.linkage.net!hk.linkage.net!hpg30a.csc.cuhk.hk!news.cuhk.edu.hk!news.glink.net.hk!uunet!inXS.uu.net!in2.uu.net!newsxfer2.itd.umich.edu!gatech!arclight.uoregon.edu!usenet.eel.ufl.edu!news-res.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!ix.netcom.com!news From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com(Richard Fischer) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Edith #5 nc s&m etc...................... Date: 7 Jul 1996 08:58:40 GMT Organization: Netcom Lines: 380 Message-ID: <4rnu80$aj9@sjx-ixn3.ix.netcom.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: wck-ca6-27.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Sun Jul 07 1:58:40 AM PDT 1996
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!!!
Rhonda looked down at the 'little artist' and explained,
"I told you that Paul and I want one of your total makeovers for this thing here and you just don't want to make us mad NOW DO YOU fuzzball?"
The fur ball swallowed audibly and grunted....
"Well let me see what we got to work with here." he said as he stood there cowering under her gaze.
Rhonda stripped Edith in no time. Then by the simple expedient, of holding the lead above her head, she kept the captive from bending over trying to hide her female attributes from the hairy hands inspection.
Edith felt like a prize cow being displayed for a buyer. The furball with eyes, felt and poked and prodded her everywhere. Nothing excepted inspection. He even explored her vagina and neither hole. Then he turned to the hovering Rhonda.
"A complete makeover?" he inquired.
"Of course.. As you can see their is nothing there to build on so I suggested and Paul agreed we scrape it down and start over." Rhonda related.
"Well if you say so but don't she have a say in this??" he asked.
"Dumb bitch doesn't know what's good for her and so Paul and I have taken her under our guidance. Now let's get this show on the road. I got places to be after your done for today." Rhonda demanded.
"Now you want to rush me... Tarnation woman.." the fur ball started as he dragged a now nude harnessed Edith by her left arm, to a room at the end of a long hall. Once inside she was forced back onto a steel gurney with gynecologists stirrups on the end.
Her chest was secured to the table. Her knees were raised and fixed into the steel projections at the ankle and knee. The projections were adjusted to their maximum opening. Edith was sure that they could look up into her belly and see what she had for dinner the night before.
"Yea I agree nothing to build on. Better to just burn it all out and start over." came from the fur ball.
The fur ball disappeared below her field of vision which was the swell of her pubic bone. She began to feel fingers probing her labia, perineum, clit and all the points of interest there. She raised her eyes slightly and saw Rhonda looking down into the spread beaver that was her sex too. She know knew what the thanksgiving turkey felt like.
<What were they doing and what did he mean? 'Burn it all out'??>
Furball rose into her field of vision and seeing her concern he adjusted a mirror over his shoulder to allow her to view his working on her privates.
"Never fear little lady we will take all the dead stuff out and when I'm done.... Why you won't know it was ever soo bad." he said.
"AAAAHAHHAAAAA UMMMUUUUNMMMMM" Edith tried to protest. <What did he mean take out.... They were going to ...... what were they going to do??> She screamed in her mind...
"Now you see what an ungrateful bitch she is?? She just thinks that this is all their is." Rhonda explained as she shouldered the mirror out of alignment. "Burn the damn thing out and leave it a blackened hulk. Serve the bitch right for letting it get this bad."
The last thing Edith saw was a syringe in furballs hand injecting a reddish liquid in her left labia. A burning sensation began and the mirror slipped to where she could not see anything.
She ranted and raved. She was sure they were ruining her. Then finally passed out.....
Contiousness slowly came to her and she searched around for something familiar to clue her in as to where she was.
Her private area was a mass of pain...
Slowly it came back to her. She was still fastened to the metal gurney in the Boutiques back room. She felt a cold breeze flowing over her whole body and suddenly she was freezing. Her poor abused nipples stood up to their maximum. Her legs were still imprisoned in the stirrups and she could not see anything below her pubic bone...
Her crotch was on fire..... She hurt .... and felt horny ...and felt sick and .... Her libido was raging. She felt ready to take on a fence post or anything to alleviate the hornyness....
<WHAT HAD THEY DONE TO HER!!!! > echoed through her mind.
She commenced to gyrating and squirming to her maximum extent possible. She got the gurney to hopping all over the room.... Anything to bring her to a climax or three or...... Anything.....
The slamming of the table on the floor brought a sound of the door being opened and Rhonda's sadistic smiling face....
"Having fun bitch???" she asked Edith.
"AAHAHAHAAAAAA" was all she could reply and commense rocking again...
Rhonda entered the room followed by the fur ball shaped man. They both went to the foot of the gurney and viewed her 'burned out hole'.
"Now bad if I do say so myself." he commented on the results of his handy work. "Ain't noone else in this town could have do it. I really am an artist.."
"Don't go breaking your arm paring yourself on the back. I think this un is bigger than the other." Rhonda commented reaching in to the scorched abyss.
Edith felt the scratching of Rhonda's nails somewhere in her crotch. It felt soo good she whimpered like a bitch dog in heat..
Rhonda looked up at the change in the noise output and quickly withdrew her fingers.
"No not yet bitch... Not yet.."
Edith's crotch caught fire again..... The terrible wanting hurting sensation seared her to her very soul.. She thought she would lose her mind such was the need and the hurt. She must have passed out from the conflict of emotions..
She awoke she was .... moving .... she was kneeling on some metal frame and someone was wheeling her along, she knew not where. Her hands were secured around the frame and her knees were spread about a foot apart. Her knees were folded back behind the frame. Her whole crotch area must be glowing bright red. She must have been blindfolded so her sensory input was limited to her sense of motion and the auditory traffic sounds.
Rhonda was probably taking her some place on a hand truck like device. The way her tits jiggled she was nude but their must have been some covering as she did not feel the breeze. Her head felt lighter.....
<WHAT HAD THEY DONE TO HER??? WHERE WERE THEY TAKING HER??? SHE WANTED PAUL.... WHERE WAS HE?? SHE NEEDED HIM.... SHE KNEADED...>
She felt a bump like a curb and then ... maybe....some stairs.... Then nothing......
'DING' and a woshing sound... An elevator??
The wheels bumped over a threshold and then .....wosh!!... A sinking feeling in her stomach let her know the elevator is going up....
Then the elevator stopped. Wosh! and the hand truck's wheels again took up her journey. The wheels bore her down a long corridor and then came to a stop.
"Knock Knock"
A door opened and a deep voice asked,
Yea what do you want here?"
Rhonda's voice answered, "Paul sent me with a package."
"That the...'package' there?"
"No I came to offer to do the laundry. Now opening up or I'll just take it back and leave you one short. Maybe you want to fill in for it yourself big boy. You look like the type." Rhonda answered the thug.
"Hector cut the shit. Let her in. The boys will be up here any minute." came another commanding voice. The door squeaked opened and the hand truck with its captive moved further into the room.
"Put it over here." came the command and Edith felt a movement placing the truck into a desired position.
She felt the covering cloth being removed and then the cold air on her skin informed her that she was indeed naked for anyone to see. <Her cunt commenced to dripping. What had become of her former self?> The ache in her cunt was there. Now she felt a heaviness in her breasts and their was something in her mouth. It extended around the end of her mouth from behind both her sets molars forcing her teeth to remain open.
"This un is all tits. Get that shit off her eyes. I want to go first and I like to see their eyes when they get a load of peter here."
The blindfold was removed and Edith found herself on her knees attached to a frame at the end of a long table covered in white table cloth.
She looked over and saw two other females nudes beside her. They were all trusted up like she was, and their faces were painted like flat dolls. A shadow covered her and she looked up to see the biggest dick she had ever seen in her life advancing to her lips.
"Come on bitch, Rhonda here tells me you just love dicks and need the practice. Now me I'm from Missouri, so show me." the dicks owner said.. A knee contacted her left tit and it radiated pain.
She opened her mouth to scream and the stiff dick took its lead. It sped by the thick pouting lips and sought to find a warm wet home in her oral cavity. (You know how those stiffies are... No conscience.)
She tried to turn her head but the dick in her throat held her straight ahead and another knee to tit convinced her to try to please him, or it or....
She noticed a slight alleviation of the fire in her sex area and this caused her to speed up her oral ministrations.
In no time the snake like thing went soft and spit it's load in her precious mouth. The now slimy thing retreated and was tucked away by it's owner.
"You pig. You messed up her make up and she soo wanted to make a good impression. Let me see if I can do something to fix it up." Rhonda cursed and explained to noone in particular.
She bent down and used her lipstick to draw in the lines that had radiated from the denuded eye sockets. She redid the bright orange colored painted cheek bones and cleaned off the large hoop rings in her ears.
As she painted a bright blue mixture of stuff under her lips and eyes she explained,
"You were resting before so I did not get to explain about this but you are here as a guest cock sucker. This is a private party and so their will only be 50 of so guys. You do well and show talent I might just not get Vic to give you a job on the floor downstairs."
"There their is no limit. Someone comes in and orders from the menu and off you go to work under the table for as long as the customer wants."
"Oh no please I'm not that kind of girl. I can not do this please just let me..." Edith began.
Rhonda stood up and Edith saw the female sex creature Rhonda had been working on in the mirror.
She was completely devoid of hair, as far as she could see. Her slick white scalp was broken up by the lines radiating from her eyes. Her ears were pulled out and had hoop 'handles' guarantying access to a customers every want. Her breasts were swelled up to twice their normal size and orange to match her cheek bones. Each red nipple now sprouted a small copper colored ring attached to a large blue ring that erupted from behind her aerolas.
Her sex lips seemed to have grown in length and thickness till they bulged out and seemed to form a pocket just for a mans use. the outer surface was also painted blue.
<OH GOD Who is this creature> she wondered< This looks like a female sex machine just wanting sex.>
"What is that you said about not wanting it. You can say that after all the work we put into your make over.... You ungrateful bitch..... Well your booked for now so You will be cock sucker for a day and like. I fixed it so you wont bite and the cather in your ass will make you behave. Watch this." Rhonda explained as she flicked a remote control device.
Ediths ass hole flamed out. Something squirted out and seemed to set fire to the membranes where ever it touched them.
"Now you be a good little cock sucker and Rhonda won't have to do that any more, and that was a short one think what a long squirt will do to that ass hole." Rhondas voice was drowned out when a group of drunken men came into the room and began to explore the banquette table.
When they go to the end they all stopped and they unanimously went back and dragged the guest or honor to that end of the table.
One of the men, a stout loud mouth man, opened a path for a slim sharp faced older man. He boasted,
"Sammy to make this day memorable I arranged for a selection of Vic's little suckers to blow your mind, along with your dick.
"Moose you make an old man wish he had three dicks." the old man said.
A female voice cut through the crowd and demanded attention,
"Paul sent you this one. The rest have had so many dicks that they have permanent dick breath but this one is fresh... Just look at the tits. You will like this little whore." Rhonda shouted and then she must have pressed the remote.
Edith screamed "AHAAHAHAAAAA"
"She just does that to show her need. Give the girl a try..." Rhonda piped up again and Sammy lead by a tenting in his crotch found and fucked Edith's open oral hole.
Edith, ever mindful or that remote did her damnedest to get the old bastard off. He was soo old that it took a long while and every time she looked over Rhonda was toying with the remote and smiling at her. Finally she sensed the dribble of scum that announced Sammy's cum.
She licked him all the way out of her now plumb lips. The whole place descended into bedlam and Edith found her lips in great demand.
Whenever she was free Rhonda flicked the remote and some guy took pity on her condition.
Her lips were swollen up larger than their pumped up size when the last stiff dick was softened. Rhonda called out,
"Any more takers before I take the sucker supreme here home?"
A bunch of groans emanated from the crowd but their was not a stiff one in the crowd.
"God what a bunch of wimps... I did not see any one of you go for sloppy fourths... Got to hand it to you Sammy. Three times... well maybe next time.."
Rhonda threw a cover over her trust up nudity and started for the door with her cart.
"Hold on there tell Paul that I could use the bitch a couple of night s a week down on the floor... that is if he wants to lend her to me."
"Sure Vic I'll tell him. Who knows maybe a few days a week will perk up her spirits."
Edith's tongue and lips were so sore and swelled that she could not even protest. She felt the elevator descend and then blackness....
more to come...
Path: bull.hkstar.net!hk.linkage.net!news.hk.net!howland.reston.ans.net!ixnews1.ix.netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!news From: rpaladin@ix.netcom.com(Richard Fischer) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Edith #6 nc s&m etc........................ Date: 20 Jul 1996 11:01:36 GMT Organization: Netcom Lines: 297 Message-ID: <4sqeag$rjs@dfw-ixnews10.ix.netcom.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: wck-ca7-11.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Sat Jul 20 6:01:35 AM CDT 1996
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!!!
Edith returned to our realm of contiousness, with the familiar feel of the slow leaching elevator of her building... She was home. She was safe, .. or was she.
The elevator bumped to a stop and the small cart gyrated down the hall to her own front door. She heard the keys open the locks, her locks, and she was dragged inside. Their was the familiar slam of the metal door.
How many times this had signified safety from the rest of the world. Her own little world where nothing could harm her... but now??
She had returned but she was now a... a thing .. a sex toy. She remembered the other worldly looking creature that had peered back at her from the mirror in 'Vic's" banquate room. Hairless, silver hoops in her ears and slimy white cum dripping out of her mouth and down over the distended tits.
Her lips hurt and felt strangely distended, and she still had the taste of cum in her mouth, no matter how many times she swallowed, it persisted. The slime seemed to be permanently, a part of her very being now.
She felt the dolly wheeled into her bathroom and she heard the water running in her tub. She hopped she would be allowed to clean herself...
Suddenly the cloth covering was whisked off, and her eyes beheld Rhonda. Neat as a pin. Not a hair out of place. Dressed in the same pants suit as this morning. The typical young professional woman just returned from work.
She was about to washing her pet.... creature....
"Well you little cock sucker how did you like your first day of work?" Rhonda inquired as she worked to release the stiff woman from her prison on the dolly. Towering over her captive she seemed soo superior.
Edith collapsed and could do nothing to resist as the witch lifted her up and then lowered her unresisting body into the tub of freezing cold water.
Rhonda spread her out and lay her on her back in the tub. She opened her distended denuded pussy lips to assured that the freezing fluid got into the little pouch she held so dear. Then the smaller tighter hole received similar attention.
"Can't have these all dry and smelly when customers come." Rhonda assured her.
Edith began to shake from the cold and the witch wedged a sponge between her teeth. But the cold fluid, both inside and out refreshed her somewhat. It also sought to kill her.
"There now, you just soak and get some of the cum off while I get myself a good stiff drink. Now don't you go way. You hear?" Rhonda said over her shoulder as she left the freezing Edith in her tub.
Almost immediately Edith commenced to slipping down into the freezing depths. Their was nothing she could do. Her muscles refused to answer her commands to stop the slide.
SLIP... SLIP... Finally her feet met the far porcelain wall and stopped her submergence with just her nose and eyes sticking out. She was shaking and trying to keep the precious oxygen coming.
She was rapidly losing contiousness. She felt a tightening in her lips and breasts and crotch. The skin seemed to be shrinking. Probably just the cold.
She heard the front door open and voices in her living room. The voices got closer. Then as she was about to lose contiousness she was lifted up out of the tub by rough male hands. Threw slits, her eyes beheld.... HIM!!!
<PAUL WAS HERE!!! HE WOULD SAVE HER. GOD HE REALLY LOOKED SOO GOOD.>
She tried to close her arms around him... but he easily evaded the leaching movements of her numb, wet limbs. He used a giant bath sheet to cover her. From somewhere an internal fire started in her belly. She was seated on the toilette, the new way, she was ordered to relieved herself. She wanted to please him... He had just saved her. She willed her sphincter to open...
She was such a bitch...Peeing on command for him!! But it felt soo good!!....
"Good bitch." <He spoke to her... and petted her sore left tit. HE .... She tried to reach for him again.. she wanted to....> but she was still covered with the towel.
He was over her with a long straight razor stropping it on his leather pants. She resigned her self to what ever he wanted to do to her. She was his... Whatever he wanted...
<He must desire.... me??> Went through her now hairless head.
"From now on little pussy, you do this morning and night, every day. No exceptions. You hear me?" He demanded as he gripped her jaw and lifted her head so she was again mesermirized by those deep pools of light.
"Do you hear me little bitch?" he demanded shaking her by her chin and squeezing her lower jaw. The big floppy ear rings slammed against her cheeks, making her aware of their size.
"Y YY YA....yes" she finally managed.
"The collagen in the lips is too little. Have him do it again and this time blow um up!! Damn it." He called angrily over his shoulder to the witch. "Come up here little bitch. Let daddy see how he did the little lips down here."
He inspected her sex lips and angrily demanded,
"What's with Chad? Is he losing his touch? I told you to have him fill these up." he demanded squeezing her labia. "I wanted the sex lips on this bitch to extend out to her knees and these lips out to here." Indicating the tip of her nose. "Can't you do anything right? I give you a simple task..."
"You tell that little cock sucker if I have to come down there and instruct him personally, I will. I'll use a 9 millimeter and after play connect the dots with my knife."
He was scaring Edith... she commenced to shuttering again after she just stopped from the cold. <Was he displeased with her... Her lips... 'out to' where.... She did not know what to think.. or feel...>
As if he read her mind he grabbed her head and placed it on his shoulder. As he stoked her sex and fingered her holes and cooed into her ear,
"Don't be scared bitch. It was that bad man that fucked up and I'll take care of him. Vic and the boys tell me you really took to the sucking. Why they want you back.. You're now an accomplished cock sucker." He turned her and gripped her chin again.
"Want to show daddy how you sucked off the big men today.." he asked.
<Her sex began to flow. She should be disgusted with... He wanted her to... She should scream and... Maybe he would leave her...> Despite the doubts the fluttering in her belly caused her to nodded her head and said.
"OH YES YES... daddy p.. plea.. please let me..." The words came hard. Her continuos mind wanted to screamed out its disgust, but the ancient smell brain got there first and said, "Let me suck your marvelous dick..."
She even bent over to try to do him from her spread position on the toilette but he helped her up. Turned her around and placed her down on her knees. <OH God what a marvelous dick... She was soo.... gluu>
He forced his stiff muscle into her waiting oral cavity. She closed over the wondrous organ and then she began to feel something different. She found that her lips closed over... must be half an inch of the meat. She could actually feel some of the ripples and veins. She looked up and detected a darkening of his expression. Quickly she commenced to wagging her little pink tongue over the love muscle. She swabbed under the foreskin. She learned that today. Some of the men went simply wild at that.
She concentrated on the muscles one juicy eye. She cleaned the tasty fluid and then attempted to burrer into the depth for more.
<This time when she observed him, he was happier. She was getting to him.> She could see it and then she tasted the spitting seeds of him.
Ever mindful of her lovers needs she cleaned it and attempted to blow dry it.
When he pulled it away from her, it was fresh and clean as it was this morning. Smiling he tucked his manhood away and petted her soft pink scalp and said,
"Now that is want I call a blow job... Stick with me little girl and we will open up whole new fields for you to plow.."
<She did not know what to make of it. She had pleased him. She was so proud... but she had to.... all those di... It did not matter. She was happy she was turned on.> Her right hand found its way to her sex. She found her li... <God was this her clit. It felt huge, and just touching it was soo... and her labia seemed to close over all of her fingers.> She wanted to look down there but she was captivated by her vision of Paul and the fingers were keeping her glow up just right.
"Well look at this! Nasty little bitch is doing her self right here." Rhonda exclaimed.
Edith wanted to run and hide. Her hand, withdrew quickly and she hung her head in shame. <She was becoming a... Last week she would never of....>
A slap like a pistol shot echoed in the small bathroom and Rhonda staggered. Her cheek blazed red.
"Stupid bitch. She needs the out let. Now you show her how a bitch like you does it. Get those pants down and show her you thing... Now bitch or I'll take my belt to you." Paul ordered the witch.
Confused Edith looked up and started to feel good. Paul covered her right hand and stuffed it back to her bud.
"You rub that thing. Just like you do at night waiting for me." he said.
Edith shook her head to deny that she ever did...
"Well if it of no use then I'll have Chad rub it off tomorrow with some sand paper. No sense keeping something that is useless." Paul demanded.
<Rub it off... with sand paper....> Her hand sought out and began to stroke the sex bud. <She would do it for him... and herself..>
Rhonda had removed her lower clothes and now spread her legs. Edith beheld the enormous flaps that hung down. Rhonda had to wedge apart the denuded white skin to find her clit. (It was made easier though as she had a collection of small gold rings that hung down on each lip.) Edith did not even see these this morning she was soo traumatized then.
The long organ hung down there like a small prick. Rhonda closed her fingers over it and started to jack it like a man does his organ. Her face got red; her breadth became shallow, and then he ordered,
"That is enough demonstrating Rhonda. Edith 'll get the idea you are just a nasty ass bitch, like everyone else. Here clip these on it and get in there and make dinner for us. Don't you dare touch it again till I tell you." Paul ordered as he held out his big key ring to the witch.
Rhonda sought out the hole in her clit and slid the metal ring in it. She gently let the keys pull it out of its hiding place. It distended to... well beyond the huge labia.
Paul reached over and lifted the heavy keys up to her pubic bone. Then he dropped um. They seemed to bounce with the elasticity of the bobbing skin.
"AHAAAA" Rhonda groaned. She reached down and almost touched the torturous weight.
"I told you to get dinner. Now you just get to it and forget those little keys, or maybe I should get something heavier." came the order.
Groaning at the keys motion Rhonda limped out of the bathroom and sought to move slowly so their motion was minimized.
Smack!!
Paul's left hand connected with her ass cheek. This caused the keys to jiggle and forced her to rush out of the confined space. The keys jangling at each movement.
Paul now returned his attention to the kneeling nude that once had been Edith the artist.
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