Date: Mon, 21 May 2001 15:28:19 -0700
From: k_lei@my-deja.com
Subject: Debasement of Donna by KrissyL (Ff F/f bd toys sm ds sod)

Debasement of Donna


Please take note!
The text in this story contains erotic material,
including very graphic descriptions of bondage and
consensual sexual acts, especially between young
and older women. And is expressly written for adults
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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons
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This is a fantasy, an entertaining fiction, bondage play
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Comments or suggestions welcome.
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Author's note: On 4/2001 I have re-released this story.
The work has undergone major corrections, and many
narrative sections have been greatly expanded.


Debasement of Donna
Ff F/f bd sm ds toys sod


PART 3

	My right nipple and breast are pulled downward
slightly. She attaches the spring and hook dangling
from my left breast as well. Now my nipples are
clamped and attached to short springs on the eyelet
hook. Now if I move or sway left or right, or forwards
and backwards, my clamped nipples will be pulled
downward in the opposite direction.

	"Oooh, oh God, Mrs. Lowens, you really got me
secured here, that's for sure."

	"Yes, Donna, that's the idea. Now lets take a
look of that little pussy of yours!"

	The older woman gets directly behind me. I can
feel her fingers sliding up the insides of my thigh.
Never before have I felt so totally exposed. Her
fingers trace through the pussy juice dripping down
the inside of my legs.

	"Hmm, very nice, you're certainly a wet little
whore back here aren't you?"

	I don't know why, but whenever she calls my a
`whore' or  `bitch' or `slut' I just get more turned-
on. How do I answer such a question? By now I'm truly
beginning to go out of my mind with lust!

	I feel her thumb on the bottom of my pussy lips,
then with a sudden loud  "squish" she inserts it,
full-length into my pussy. I'm pushed forward slightly
causing my nipples to stretch downward and backward.
Then she slowly moves her wonderful thumb forward
slightly, sliding it deliciously along my clitoris.

	"Oh, oh aah, Mrs. Lowens that feel so good."

	"Tell me little one, I don't suppose you've ever
been bound and fucked in front of a group of people?"
she asks me as she gently massages my inner pussy lip
with her wonderful thumb and hand.

	"Oh God, Well, aaah, well no I guess not," I
stammer.

	It's hard to concentrate as I try to gyrate my
hips against her beautiful hand. I try to push myself
into her thumb but I'm thwarted by the fact that my
nipples are `hard-wired' into the table. I find myself
testing just how far I can really `stretch.' I realize
that Mrs. Lowens knows exactly what she's doing,
setting up this terrible dilemma for me.

	She take her hand away. I whimper and moan,
twisting in my bindings. I hear her rummaging through
her stuff. I brace myself for whatever is next.

	"Have you ever seen one of these?"The older woman
holds a funny, squat looking dildo in front of my
head. It's bumpy black molded plastic with a spiky
head, about five inches long, fat in the middle, then
thinning off until it flares out into a wide disc.

	"Um, No,/s Mrs. Lowen, I've never seen anything
like it before."

	"Good, good because one of my friends is publicly
going to very slowly fuck you up the ass with it.
Since this night is going along so well we'll make a
bit of a party of it. Let's invite some friends over
to document this special event!"

	I gulp and turn white.

	"P-public? D-D-document, h-how do you mean,
document?"

	"With video and photos of course, you silly
girl!"

	"Oh, oh, Mrs. Lowens please, no friends please,
this is just between the two of us. I don't know how
much I can take." I'm trembling and shaking, my pussy
is openly drooling. Here I am, tightly bound, nipples
and all, to her special `pleasure table'. Getting
fucked in front of a group of total strangers would
just push me over the edge.

	"Well, I'm a firm believer in sharing among my
special friends, and you're just too good to keep to
myself. I'm also beginning to realize that you're a
bit of a complainer, and I have the perfect cure for
that. You'll be so cute with those pouty little lips
stretched around a nice, big red gagball, I know I
have one somewhere here."

	In no time she's standing in front of me with a
big red ball with two ropes coming out of it. Mrs.
Lowens holds the bottom of my chin, bringing my eyes
up to look directly into hers.

	"Donna, I think you know where my little scene
with you is going tonight. My friends and I are going
to completely humiliate you. We're going to perform
perverse acts on your bound and gagged body, probably
by fucking you in both holes at once." Mrs. Lowens
gently caresses my bare backside with her hand, which
only serves to further my mounting frustration.
"Donna, my little dear, I want to give you a chance to
leave, right now if you'd like, no questions asked.
I'll still be your special friend, always. In a little
while our scene here is going to get very intense for
a young woman like yourself. So how about it Donna?
Leave now or enjoy the ride?"

	"Oh, Mrs. Lowens, please, I'll stay, I'll stay."
I blurt out quickly.

	"Great."

	She tells me about the special safe-gestures I
can use if I want to quick.

	"Well, now that that's out of the way, open-up
sweetie." I am beyond resistance. I open my mouth wide
and she stuffs the soft plastic ball into my mouth.
For a moment I fear I'm going to choke on it, but it
stops at my mouth. Indeed my lips do stretch thin
around the ball. The ball forces my mouth to open as
wide as it's ever been. My lips and cheeks to push
forward and my tongue is pinned to the bottom of my
mouth. Mrs. Lowens ties the ball-gag tightly behind my
head.

	"Mmmf, mmf, mmmf!"

	"There, there now that's a good little slut isn't
it?" She tussles my hair slightly. If only she would
shove one of her many thick dildos or vibrators in my
pussy. I'm totally ready!

	Being bound to the low table like this and having
my nipples clamps and mouth gagged is making me
unbelievably horny! Nothing like this has ever
happened to me before. The restraints on my legs and
hands hold me tight to the table. I'm on my elbows and
knees with my head down. I can move a tiny bit, but
the attached springs on my clamped nipples gives me
good reason to hold as still as possible! I am
completely open to this older woman, she can do
whatever she wants to me now. This situation is
turning me on to no end! Waves of tingling pleasure
roll-up from my pussy!

	 "Just one more thing, I'll need to tie a scarf
around your eyes, just in case there's someone you
know coming over for our special event tonight, it
just saves a lot of embarrassment to everybody."
Suddenly my world goes dark as I feel Mrs. Lowens
gentle hand tying another knot around my head.

	Someone I know? I twist and turn against my bonds
and try to talk but it comes out only as "mmmf!" Just
how far I'm I going to be humiliated tonight? Why am I
so turned on by this? My pussy continues to dribble
down the back of my thighs. And people are going to
see me like this! Oh my God! What have I gotten myself
into?

	The next twenty minutes are excruciating slow for
me, in my bound, mute and blind world. Every time I
move or shift slightly I feel my sore nipples are
pulled by Mrs. Lowens wicked spring-clamps.

	Mrs. Lowens is in her bedroom, making a long
series of calls for her `special event' tonight. I can
hear snippet of her conversions:

	"Yes, yes the poor thing is tied up
right with the wettest pussy I ever seen,
yes you know how some young woman are.."

	"She's blindfolded and gagged, yes,
photo are encouraged!"

	"No, no, no I plan to have her for the rest of
the night."


	I hear Mrs. Lowens return from the bedroom.

	I try to communicate, but it only comes out as
desperate whimpering and moaning.

	"Hang in there my sweet little tramp. The guests
will be arriving soon. I know at this point you desire
penetration in the worst way, well it won't be long
now. And let me just say now you look truly divine,
bound and clamped, with your little pussy oozing all
over the backs of your thighs, simply lovely."

	I gulp and nod. I can't believe this is
happening! I'm a mass of crazy sensations, slowly
rocking back and forth on her `pleasure table.' Being
bound on my elbows and knees, blindfolded and
ballgaged I find my sense of hearing acute as Mrs.
Lowens shuffles around the apartment getting ready for
her `guests.' I can't believe people will be viewing
me in such a state!

	Her doorbell rings and she briefly talks to the
doorman.

	"Our guests will be right up sweet-ums, they're
in the elevator now."

	I moan and whimper and pull at my bonds. She
going to display me like some kind of farm-animal!
Despite myself my pussy is churning out juice, which
is indignantly oozing down my legs. I must be dripping
on Mrs. Lowens carpeted platform.

	The door buzzer rings and I hear it open and hear
the sound of a number of people shuffling in. I can't
believe this is happening! I'm completely mortified
and embarrassed being seen like this, bound, clamped
and naked with my bare pussy waving around in the air.
I am also strangely thrilled and turned-on by my
compromised position. In Mrs. Lowens bondage I'm find
a total sensual liberation!

	"Please, please come into the living room, that's
where she's tied-up, and shh!" I hear my mistress
admonish her guests.

	I hear the group moving into the living. A shiver
rolls up and down my spine. The group giggles. I hear
their hushed exclaims as they view my bound and gagged
state.

	"Wow!"

	"Nice, very nice."

	"Unbelievable, it really is Donna!"

	"Oh my! She's oozing!

	"Mmmm, I like the way the little bitch's tit's
are stretched!"

	Oh God! I all most faint! All the voices are
female, and some a vaguely familiar. It sounds like
they're around the couch, with a full view of my ass
and pussy!

	"Can someone help me move the little slut's
platform around, so you all can get a nice side-view
of the night's activities. Yes that fine, setup the
video wherever it'll work best."

	Video?

	I feel people moving my platform around. Every
shakes and wobble translates to the springs pulling on
my poor, clamped nipples! Anyone on the couch now must
have a profile side-view of my prostrate body.

	"Thank you, thank you," Mrs. Lowens says as her
fingers lightly trace up and down my back. I tremble
at her touch, never have I felt more exposed, or
turned on.

	"Look and behold Ladies. Yet another young bitch
is professionally attached to my `pleasure table.' And
doesn't she look quite good in her predicament here?
It's as if this slut was born to be on her hands and
knees. Lets take a tour of my little whore's body."

	I groan and tremble as I hear her walk around to
my front.

	 "I just love the way her mouth takes the gag,
notice how these pouty lips deliciously stretch around
the ball." Her fingers move through my hair and pull
up my head towards the crowd. Her wicked fingers trail
around my ball-gag engulfed lips.

	Mrs. Lowens moves down my body, she reaches under
me and gently holds my clamped breasts. Even her
slight touch causes the springs to pull on my sore
nipples!

	"And just look at these beautiful, peachy, young
breasts. This little whore has great long nipples,
don't they look great in these clamps. She's also very
sensitive, watch what happens when I pull on the
attached springs."

	My torturess cruelly pulls down on my nipples
`springs.' Pain and pleasure wash over me through my
clamped breasts.

	"Mmmmmmf! Mmmmmmfth!" I moan and shake against my
bindings as her guests murmur and giggle in response
to my dilemma.

	Her fingers travel up, then down my back. She
gently caresses my bare ass.

	"And here's is my little slut's, `piece de
resistance,' her gorgeous, saucy butt, and her cute
pussy. These are the reasons why you're all  here
tonight." Mrs. Lowens cool fingers knead and pinch my
ass, I moan and squirm around. My God! This older
woman has turned me into a sex-show for her friends!

	"What do you think folks? Isn't this beautiful
young butt just crying out to be punished?"

	Punished? I gulp and tremble in my bonds. Since
I'm still blindfolded I can only hear her guests
titter. Mrs. Lowens fingers trace down my ass and
thighs, grazing my oozing pussy.

	"Hmmm very nice, Perhaps the judicious
application of a paddle to young Donna's ass here
would do the trick nicely. How many wacks do you think
our little slut can take?"

	Her guests giggle once again. I hear Mrs. Lowens
moving around the living room. I hear women's voices
call out their feelings about how many `wacks' my poor
bottom can take!

	"Thirty, at least thirty for an ass like that."

	"Thirty? This little bitch could take at least
forty, maybe fifty!"

	"I believe our saucy little wench here needs one
hundred stiff wacks!"

	Bound fast to Mrs. Lowens pleasure table, on my
elbows and knees, I tremble and twist in my bindings.
My poor clamp nipples are sore. One hundred wacks? Her
`guests' are absolutely relentless!

	"Well, poor Donna is new to this scene. Lets
start her off easy," I hear Mrs. Lowens tell the
crowd. I feel a broad, cold surface caressing my ass.
She must be standing near me with paddle in hand. "I
think ten good wacks will do our little bound lady a
world of good."

	In relief I sigh into my ballgag. The crowd
grumbles in disappointment.

	The first wack hits me hard on the ass. A sudden
sting and intense heat rises from my rear. But what's
so devilish is that I'm suddenly push forward in my
bent-over and bound state. My clamped and hardwired
nipples are pulled backward as the force of the blow
pushes me forward! Mrs. Lowens planed this from the
start!

	"Woommmh! Owwwmmmph!" I moan and groan
uncontrollably with my blindfolded and gagged head
down.

	"One!" Mrs. Lowens quips triumphantly.

	As the spanking proceeds it has a delirious
effect on me; the sharp sting on my ass, the pull on
my clamped breasts. Mrs. Lowens has purposely forced
me into this predicament, a crazy zigzagging of pain
and pleasure washes through my prostrate body

	It seems like an eternity, but the count finally
gets to ten. My lips quiver around the large rubber
ballgag, tears run down past the blindfold and streak
across my hot face.

	"There, there my little strumpet, that wasn't so
bad was it?" Mrs. Lowens comforts me as her fingers
trace lightly along my spanked bottom, her guests
giggle.

	"Wow! Donna," Mrs. Lowens tells me. "Your saucy
little ass is quite hot. Okay, the time has finally
come. Let's face it, our young whore here is sizzling
and  needs relief fast. I already fucked this little
cunt once the other night, and now want to give one of
you in the audience an equal chance to freely play
with the body of our bound young friend here. You all
know where my wide array of special toys are. Feel
free to use them completely without prejudice on this
bound twat before you. Do I have any volunteers?"

	I can't believe Mrs. Lowens is doing this to me,
saying these wonderfully awful things. It's pretty
close to my nasty fantasy she made me blurt out the
other night when I was bound to her bed. I groan and
shake on the table, feeling completely exposed to
these unknown strangers, and tremendously excited.

	"Hmmm, so many! Okay you, you're most appropriate
I suppose!"

	There's some shuffling. I then hear someone
opening drawers, they must be gathering Mrs. Lowens'
`toys' to try out on me. Someone approaches my rear. I
feel cool, wet lips gently kissing my now-sore bottom.
I can't believe this is happening! A total stranger is
kissing my butt! I can't believe what Mrs. Lowens is
putting me through! I want to tell them all that I'm
not a twat, cunt or a whore. I'm a good college girl
who lives at home with her parents, I've always tried
to be a good girl!

	Of course it's a little hard for me to say
anything with this over-sized rubber ballgag stuffed
into my mouth. And would anyone take seriously a girl
who let herself be blindfolded and bound, legs, arms
and tits to a homemade `pleasure table?'

	"Well Donna," Mrs. Lowens tell me. "I'm going to
step aside and let our volunteer take over now. Just
relax. I suspect you'll cum like never before." I feel
Mrs. Lowens fingers gently rub the back of my neck.

	"The crowd is really enjoying your little show,
my slutty one. Maybe I should narrate a bit since you
can't see what's coming. Your volunteer is a woman, a
pretty one at that. She has selected an anal vibrator
and spiky strap-on dildo from my equipment drawer.
She's now naked and lubing up the anal vibrator.
She'll probably take you up the ass with it, and then
fuck you silly with the strap-on. Oh, it looks like
your sweet little bottom is about to be licked!"

	I shiver and moan into the ballgag. A deep blush
blooms across my face as I feel the stranger's lips
touch my ass. I've never been fucked in the ass
before! Her lips travel back and forth along my heated
bottom. A long pointy tongue lathers me up from my
pussy to rosebud. I yelp as I feel the stranger's
teeth bit hard into my left ass cheek.

	The crowd in Mrs. Lowens' living room laughs in
amusement. I blush even deeper and tremble in
anticipation. The stranger's hands take hold of both
sides of my naked, swinging ass. Long, sharp
fingernails dig into my soft skin.

	"Donna," Mrs. Lowens says. "It's my duty to
inform you, that our volunteer is about to take you up
the ass with one mean-looking vibrator."

	Her guests laugh. I can't see a thing through
this damn blindfold! I groan into the ballgag in
surprise as I suddenly feel a bumpy, hard plastic
surface pushing against my asshole!

	I moan and wiggle at the bizarre touch to my
backside and desperately try to relax. Oh! I can't
believe this is happening! I'm on my hands and knees,
blindfolded, gagged and bound naked to a pleasure
table, while a crowd watches a total stranger sodomize
my rear end! I'm swamped with lust and desire from
being stimulated for so long!  I want to be fuck, need
to be fucked, even in front of all these people!

	"Omwph!"

	I shiver and arch atop the platform as the tip of
the anal intruder pushes slowly against my bottom and
is withdrawn. I startle, shaking in my bindings as the
wide, blunt bulbous head instantly returns with more
force pressing down on my anal ring.

	"Oooommmh!" I squirm and groan as the thick shaft
repeatedly presses against me with increasing force
and vigor, and is then pulled back. I'm finally
broken, the rounded tip presses hard into my backside
and slowly enters my body. It feels huge and hard
inside me. I gasp and shudder, involuntarily clenching
around the depraved, beastly invader. I can't believe
I'm really doing this bound naked in front of a group
of people that I can't even see!

	I pant and shake as the woman pushes into me a
few good, obscenely thick inches, and then slowly
withdraws. I whimper at the incredibility gratifying,
yet completely disgusting sensations shooting through
my rear as the oily, raspy dong slowly slides out of
me.

	My ass is slowly being fully opened up by this
bumpy phallus-like object. The crowd oohs and aahs
with each languid penetration. This cycle of in and
out goes on for a while, a long while, until the thing
is completely inserted inside me.

	A most strange feeling of fullness and pleasure
wells up out of my rear, causing my exposed pussy to
tingle even more. I gasp as I feel the shaft's wide
disc depressing hard against my ass cheeks. The thing
is finally inside me. It's so gross, so
uncompromisingly solid and wickedly thick. I
intimately feel the shaft sticking straight into my
bottom, skewering me like a little pig at the roast!

	 I whimper into the ballgag as my poor anus
repeatedly attempts to close and clench around the
hefty plastic invader, but of course it can't! I groan
and tremble on the platform, my thighs and legs
shaking with pure desire.

	"Oh my. Donna," Mrs. Lowens resume her wicked
narrative. "It was such fun watching a proper young
lady like yourself get impaled up the ass with that
nasty vibrator. But it seems to have fit inside you
quite, quite well. Now it looks like our guest is
going to fuck you doggie style with a strap-on dildo.
You're gonna get fucked like the little bitch in
heat."

	"Oooowph!" I squirm and wiggle, intensely aware
of the huge dong up my butt, and of my wicked
predicament of being strapped over the matted table
like this.

	The woman's warm thighs and hips press against my
backside. Her hands come down. I gasp as a contoured
dildo slowly slides easily into my wet pussy. Strong
warm hands take hold of my waist for purchase. I
whimper and twist as she slowly begin thrusting into
me

	She quickly sets up an intense, forceful pumping
action in and out of my sopping pussy. I let loose a
long groan as I feel her warmth thighs repeatedly
slapping into the back of my splayed backside.

	I put my head down. I feel the unstoppable
welling-up of a deep climax fast approaching. Between
the strange woman's thrusting and the presence of the
object up my ass, it won't be long now. Adding to
these sensations are the clamps and springs holding my
nipples firmly in place, with each plunge into my
pussy my breasts stretch a bit back and forth. The
woman's thighs smack loudly against me with each
thrust of the dildo into my cunt. I feel loose and
crazy, bucking out of control like an animal in heat.
I'm well beyond any kind of civility, or
embarrassment. I just want her to fuck me good, good
and hard!

	Oooh! I'm so very close!

	My unknown, seeable lover thrusts into me more
forcefully. I bounce and rock over the platform within
the merciless limits of my bindings and nipples
springs. She somehow turns on the anal vibrator deeply
embedded up my bottom. The harsh joyous buzzing it
creates inside me instantly rocks me into a higher
orbit. The woman leans over my back grabbing my
clamped and bound breasts. I feel her own pointy
breasts push into my back as she pushes up on my tits
with her hands, causing my poor, bound nips to stretch
downward with each thrust into my pussy. This woman is
driving me crazy; I'm beginning to lose my mind! I
feel her completely over me, dominating me, fucking me
senseless like some kind of bitch-dog in heat!

	While thrusting and pulling up on my poor, bound
titties, she bites the back of my neck and licks
behind my left ear.

	"Okay slutty-whatty, you can cum now," my
unknown, demon lover whispers softly in my ear with a
vaguely familiar voice.

	I do just that. Wailing loudly through my
ballgaged mouth, I buck hard against the woman over
me. I cum in wave, after delirious wave, shuddering
hard as hot molten lava courses through my aching,
twisting body over the platform. The vibrating anal
phallus, her endless forceful thrusting and pulling
against my clamped breasts, the feeling of her soft
tits pressing into my back, all mix together until I
feel as like one big hole, taking in massive amounts
of sensual input, filling up completely and exploding
outward.

	I feel slightly dazed as the woman dismounts from
me and withdraws her dildo. I groan as she slowly
draws the phallus out from my ass. Someone takes off
my ballgag and I gasp and sputter through my mouth,
head down, my lips and cheeks tingling and slightly
cramped from being gagged.

	Otherwise I'm kept blindfolded and attached to
the table. I spend an eternity in an other-worldly
afterglow, barely aware of the room around me. After a
while I hear Mrs. Lowens' guests leaving the apartment.

	Mrs. Lowens finally unattaches my breasts, legs
and arms from the table and takes off my blindfold.

	She holds me tightly and slides her tongue into
my mouth. We stand there in her living room french
kissing for a while.

	"Oh Donna," Mrs. Lowens says breaking the kiss,
"you were just wonderful. I hope my scene wasn't too
much for you."

	"It-it was wonderful Mrs. Lowens, a little
intense at times, but you were right, I never had an
orgasm like that before. I think, I think I'm really,
really falling in love with you.."

	 "Well, that's nice sweetie. But now let's go to
the bedroom, I really need some of that loving myself
now."


	For the rest of the weekend we made gentle love.
Mrs. Lowens occasionally ties me up, or clamps my
nipples but nothing like her earlier scene on the
pleasure table.

	No matter how hard I press her, Mrs. Lowens
refused to tell me who my demon lover was. But did say
it was somebody I knew, which only drives me crazy for
piquing my curiosity. I just have to find out!


	On Monday I'm back at the office, doing the
boring fact checking research as usual. I notice some
of the woman in the office giving me odd looks and
smiles. Could they of been part of Mrs. Lowens crowd?
How awful!

	I'm in the copy machine room when Mrs. Takio
walks in. As my demanding boss and manager she always
make me a little nervous.

	"Donna, I thought you had those reports copied
last week," Mrs. Takio addresses me sharply.

	"I, I, I'm sorry Mrs. Takio, but I was a little
distracted last week," I stammer like a fool.

	Mrs. Takio leans close to me and gently rubs my
back.

	"That's okay Donna, as long as you're still my
slutty-whatty."

	I look up stunned at the beautiful Japanese
woman. I'm still holding the report binders absently
over the copy machine. Was SHE the one? My demon
lover? I blush unwittingly.

	Mrs. Takio gives me a wink and quick smile. She
leaves the room, turning gracefully in her high heels.
I watch her attractive form as she struts down the
office hallway.

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