Date: Fri, 19 Sep 2008 10:53:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sharon Pinder <pin121@yahoo.com>
Subject: The New World part 3

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The New World
Part 3


How had I ended up in this situation, was the thought that crossed mind?
How? A respectable married woman with a teenage daughter. A daughter that
was abandoned in the queue outside this room. Or maybe those were the
thoughts that should have crossed my mind. If I was as respectable as I had
once imagined. But now I was stripped naked, chained to a table, and my
pussy was for the second time in the past hour being subjected to deviant
pleasures. My mind had screamed in protest at the invasion of those fingers
at into my most private areas. A part of me that had until now, known only
the clumsy performance of my inadequate husband. His sad efforts to bring
satisfaction to our sex life's had always been...well had been
inadequate. But I had accepted that as the norm, it's what sex was about.

My protests had been audible against the gag, and had been as loud as I
could manage. But how does one prevent the entrance of two fingers, a fist
and more into ones pussy, when it was exposed for the entire world to see?
How does one deny to the tongue that sucks on your wetness, that you're not
aroused?

But my protests had all too soon been shown to be lies as my body betrayed
me. I had tired to shut my mind against the feelings I was discovering. I
had tried, and failed. The first slight of my engorged lips and the wet
pussy from which they hung betrayed me. Even I had come to accept the fact
that these feelings were closer to how I had imagined sex to be. The pain
from the nipple clamps, the roughness to which my pussy was subjected had
all set my mind racing, my stomach tingling and the pain had become part of
the arousal I felt. I was a lesbian, more than that; I was a lesbian whore,
a play thing for these women. I should want to escape, but those desires
had been replaced, by stronger ones. Ones that wanted the pain never to
stop, wanted to have the violation of my body increased. I wanted to be the
whore they called me.

The `pleasures' had stopped, but the throbbing had not diminished. The were
clamps now pressed into my erect nipples and my pussy felt as if it had
been stretched to breaking point... I could feel the soreness but the
wetness did not diminish.  I heard the door open for a second time and
instead of one person enter, I heard two set of feet.

I strained to hear what was happening, but my ears told her little. I heard
the officer say. "Your beautiful and we want to help you, to teach you"
followed by "Please". Then a pause, before new fingers started to seek
admission to my deep wet pussy. The fingers were less experienced and the
fit not so tight. A softer touch, but this did not lessen the sensations
that coursed through my body. The fingers were replaced with a tongue, one
that was equally inexperienced. But that matter for nothing, the fact that
someone was making use of my pussy was all I wanted.

The tongue sought admission to the depths of my pussy. It sucked on the
lips, and gently nibbled.  Other hands reached under the table and squeezed
on the clamps. My nipples felt as if they were being torn from the very
flesh, but this just increased the betrayal that my body was sharing with
these women. I felt hands remove the gag, any fear of my screams, were
gone. I no longer objected, I wanted more.

I felt my face lifted clear of the hole and before me stood a vision of
eroticism, that I could see from the waist down. Her skin was slightly
tanned and flawless. But it wasn't that which caught my eyes, it was the
large phallic object that stood proud from between her legs. It was held
there by straps, and seemed impossible in size. Her hands parted my lips
and I felt the plastic cock being slid into my mouth. "Suck it you whore,
suck it as if it was your husband's sad dick" Protests were not even
considered as I obeyed.  I could taste scents, strange new erotic
scents. Once that I had no idea originated from a cocktails of these
women's wetness, smeared over the cock.  I sucked on the cock as if it was
part of her; I wanted to please, because if I pleased then they would fuck
me all the more.

The inexperienced tongue stopped and I heard whispers. But this time I
could not make out the words. But I felt the effect they created as the
tongue returned to my lips. They were sucked in deep, and
stretched. Stretched until I felt they would be torn from my body. Then I
felt a sharp pain as teeth were clamped onto them and bitten down hard. My
wetness had before this been nothing to the flood it now became. I sucked
harder on the cock, my senses awash with the scents it filled my mouth
with. As hands held my hair by the fist full and bent my head back, I felt
as if it was coming away at the roots, but these additional pains merely
made me want more.

The teeth stopped and my lips were allowed to wilt back to a semblance of
what they had once been. I heard the biter stand and her hands take hold of
my bottom. They parted the cheeks and I felt a cold breeze drift across my
anus. What next? I had fantasies, but would they be close to reality.

I could feel a hard rounded plastic object being teased around my hole. I
felt its tip being eased in; bringing a pain I had not known before. But
just as it filled my mind, it eased. A pause, then the invasion was back
and with it the pain. But as before it withdrew, just after it had entered
a tiny bit further. Each invasion was deeper; until I felt the widest part
pass my anus holes entrance and it slide it fully. I felt my anus filled
and I heard laughter as a young voice, one that was somehow familiar
declared my ass as being "plugged".

The cock was withdrawn from my mouth, but the hold on my hair was
retained. A new tip appeared a longer and a more flexible strap on. Its tip
originating from a more slender frame. But still smeared with the juices,
which had become a cocktail of eroticism for me.  I had little time to
admire it, as once again it was placed for in position for me to suck on.

The hold on my hair was increased, as the chains holding my hands were
loosened. This allowed me to arch my neck higher and look up. As I suckled
I saw small but erect nipples come into view. Who ever the mistress was she
was young enough to be my...daughter? My god, I was being made to serve a
mistress in her teens. I felt guilty that I did not feel ashamed. But fresh
feelings coursed through me as I sucked hungrier and eager to please. I
could imagine this strap on was an extension of Jane. I had given her no
thought, as I had tried to please, tried to serve. My eyes travelled
further past a set of freckles that looked familiar. I craned my neck once
more, almost until it felt like it would snap. Saw past the freckles and
past the neck, and my eyes brought a new shock to my system. My teenage
Mistress was Jane, my sweet daughter. I was sucking on a strap on that
originated in her pussy and extended into my pussy mouth. She smiled "hello
mum". But I was beyond any level of conventionality. I was now truly a
lesbian submissive and I just hoped my daughter's sweet beautiful pussy was
as wet and as aroused as mine.

I had discovered my place in the world; I merely wanted to serve, to
please, and to be a true lesbian submissive whore to my sweet so beautiful
Jane.



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