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> Subject: Re: I will give you Free Horniness
> Date: Monday, August 18, 1997 11:10 AM
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> > Subject: I will give you Free Horniness
> > Date: Sunday, August 17, 1997 9:23 PM
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> > Chapter 1 "Hounded Into Submission 16 year old Cindy for your pleasure"
> >
> > "Ok Melissa, pull up your slip and show Paul your pussy."
> >
> > The command, given to pretty sixteen year old Melissa Andrews by her
> father Dave, was
> > not one a girl her age would normally expect to hear. But then Dave was
> not exactly a
> > normal father. For him the most important trait in a female, especially
a
> young daughter,
> > was obedience. Absolute. Unquestioning. Immediate. Failure to give it
> earned punishment.
> >
> > The punishments Melissa and her eighteen year old sister Sharon had
> received while
> > growing up had been bad enough. Neither could remember a time when they
> weren't
> > constantly being ordered to bend over and bare for the cane, paddle, or
> strap. Then last
> > summer he'd sent them away to the notorious Hackmoore Girl's
Disciplinary
> Academy for
> > even harsher training. It had been a three month nightmare of pain and
> sexual abuse, all
> > requested by, approved, and carefully photo-documented for their
father's
> benefit.
> >
> > And now here he was trying to talk his best friend Paul Winslow into
> sending HIS
> > daughter Cindy off to the very same school, supposedly to cure her
> "stubborn willfulness".
> > And to better make his point he intended to use poor Melissa as an
> example.
> >
> > The three of them were in the living-room of Dave's house. The two men
> were seated on
> > the couch. Melissa was standing in front of them. She'd been ordered to
> dress in her
> > "discipline slip" for the occasion. It was a plain white satin slip,
slit
> down the back and tied
> > closed with ribbons. Additional ribbons formed the straps over the
> shoulders. This
> > allowed the garment to be removed easily over bound hands and feet.
> >
> > "Quickly now. Don't embarrass me in front of Paul." her father
commanded.
>
> >
> > Blushing deeply, Melissa raised the hem of her slip a scant couple of
> inches. The way her
> > lithe young thighs were pressed together all Paul could see was the
very
> top of her cleft,
> > but even that was enough to make his cock throb suddenly to life. Like
> Dave he was into
> > harsh discipline and had a thing for pretty teenage girls. He'd often
> admired Dave's two
> > young daughters, but until now he'd never imagined his friend would
> actually make them
> > show off their sexual charms to him. He hoped he wasn't dreaming.
> >
> > Dave was not impressed by Melissa's efforts. "You can do better than
> that," he snapped
> > in disgust. "Show it right!"
> >
> > Melissa gulped. Her father's tone of voice was unmistakable. Behave or
> get punished. She
> > immediately jerked the him up to her waist and spread her legs wide.
Her
> blush this time
> > was a bright scarlet. Dave was the first to break the long, admiring
> silence that followed.
> > He winked at Paul, a message to play along. "Well, what do you think?"
> >
> > Paul response was carefully casual. "Very pretty. I like the way the
pink
> inner lips peek
> > out around the edges of her slit. Her clit also stands out nicely. If I
> were you I'd make her
> > keep it shaved off like it is now.
> >
> > Dave nodded thoughtfully. "Thanks for the suggestion. I will."
> >
> > They continued to look for another couple of minutes before Dave asked,
> "Ready for the
> > flip side?" Paul managed to tear his eyes away long enough to reply,
> "Sure!"
> >
> > "Ok Melissa. Turn slowly, and keep your legs spread this time! That's
it.
> All the way
> > around. Ok, stop. Now pull that slip up under your arms and bend over.
> No, all the way
> > down. Hands on the floor. Feet a little wider. Wider damnit! That's
> better. Now arch your
> > spine, stick out your ass, and hold it. That's fine."
> >
> > This time Paul's dick wanted to rip right up out of his pants. Never
had
> he seen a girl so
> > fully exposed. Her pert little round buns yawed wide open, the cleft
> between them
> > reduced to a shallow grove. Her bare sex gaped helplessly, its every
> inner secret fully
> > revealed to his lustful gaze. If she opened her mouth he was sure he
> could see daylight.
> > "Not bad, hunh," Dave asked with just a bit of fatherly pride. "Imagine
> having Cindy
> > trained to do this."
> >
> > Paul cleared his throat, which for some reason had gone suddenly dry.
> "Uh... yeah. Not
> > bad at all." He leaned forward for a closer look. "That sure is a tiny
> little cunthole. She
> > must be real tight."
> >
> > Dave grinned. "As a cat's ass. But that ain't nothing compared to her
> butt. Virgin tight and
> > tender as hell. After what happened to her at that school she hates
even
> having it
> > touched."
> >
> > Paul looked puzzled. "Oh? What was that?"
> >
> > Dave's reply was a little embarrassed. "Well, actually it's kind of my
> fault. The people at
> > the school have this special treatment that's supposed to tone up the
ass
> muscles. You
> > know, make 'em nice and firm so they don't get stretched out of shape.
> It's a kind of chair
> > with a little metal prong about the size of your thumb sticking up from
> the seat. They run a
> > current through it to make the muscles clench. Kind'a painful,
especially
> if it goes on for
> > very long. Anyway, when I filled out the forms I checked the box for
> "maximum". I didn't
> > know that meant they'd spend a whole day on that prong, getting the
shit
> shocked out of
> > them."
> >
> > "Oh." It was all Paul could think of to say.
> >
> > Paul was so busy admiring the view that he hardly noticed when Dave got
> up and walked
> > out of the room. When he returned he was leading a very large Great
Dane
> on a leash. It
> > was Butch, the family pet. "Okay," he said with a flourish, "time to
> demonstrate sexual
> > responsiveness." He turned to his young daughter. "On your hands and
> knees kid,
> > forehead to the floor, and spread 'em wide."
> >
> > Melissa took one look at the huge dog and panicked. She fell to her
> knees. "Oh no
> > Daddy! Please don't make me do it! Not the dog! Not in front of Mr.
> Winslow!
> > PLEASEEE!!!!"
> >
> > Dave's face darkened. "You have just earned yourself one whipping for
> disobedience, and
> > one extra one for misbehaving in front of a guest. Both will be QUITE
> severe. Now get it
> > up here!"
> >
> > With a sob of despair Melissa did as she was told. Head down and ass
up,
> her knees
> > spread wide, her shaved sex gaped in open invitation. Dave unhooked the
> dogs leash and
> > said, "Go boy!"
> >
> > The hound bounded over the girl in two steps. He apparently had done
this
> before
> > because he went immediately to her plump cleft and started lapping.
Dave
> returned to the
> > couch to watch the show.
> >
> > "I think it's interesting to note that Melissa would rather die than
show
> sexual response to
> > a dog," Dave commented casually. "Especially in front of another man.
> She'll do
> > everything in her power to resist the sensations. She will of course be
> unable to, thanks to
> > all those special female hormones and stimulants the school treated her
> with. She has less
> > control now over her orgasm than she has over breathing. But she'll
still
> try."
> >
> > Dave was right. Poor little Melissa never had a chance. First her fists
> clenched. Then her
> > hips began to wriggle. She bit her lip to try to stifle the moans. The
> dog was winning.
> > Finally when she knew all was lost she buried her face in her hands and
> let the spasms
> > take her, her hips thrusting helplessly against the probing tongue. It
> went on for a long
> > time.
> >
> > "Damn it Melissa! Back into position!" Dave snapped. "I didn't say you
> could get up."
> >
> > Melissa's tear streaked face turned toward her father. "B... but..."
> >
> > "That makes three whippings you've got coming," Dave hissed. "Now get
> that little ass of
> > yours back in position!"
> >
> > The second one was even worse. Her sex was already wet, swollen, and
> excruciatingly
> > sensitive from her previous orgasm. She writhed and moaned and sobbed
in
> helpless
> > frustration at the brutally intense sensations streaming up from
between
> her widely parted
> > thighs. The outcome was inevitable. She wailed helplessly as the second
> set of spasms
> > shook her.
> >
> > Nor did it stop there. Melissa looked up at her father, her eyes
> pleading. He just grinned.
> > She was cumming for the forth time when her mother walked in.
> >
> > Ann Andrews shook her head and just smiled at the sight of her daughter
> and the dog on
> > the floor. She walked over to her husband and kissed him hello. "Hi
> sweetheart," she said
> > cheerfully. "Why hello Paul."
> >
> > "Uh... Hi Ann," he replied, his voice betraying his nervousness. He was
> unsure of how the
> > mother would react to the blatant sexual abuse of her sixteen year old
> daughter. She just
> > smiled. "I see you boys are having a good time."
> >
> > Paul colored slightly and looked uncomfortable. Dave nodded with boyish
> enthusiasm.
> > "You bet. I was just showing Paul the benefits of sending his daughter
> off to that girl's
> > training school. Melissa is helping. Oops! There she goes again."
> >
> > Three pairs of eyes turned to watch Melissa clutch the carpet and
gurgle
> into another long
> > series of spasms. When they finally passed Ann said, "Well, I hate to
> break up the show
> > but we've got to be at the Henderson's in half an hour for bridge
club."
> >
> > Dave looked thunderstruck. "Oh SHIT! I forgot all about it. And I
didn't
> even call the
> > baby sitter." He glanced around wildly, his eyes falling on his friend.
> "Paul! You've got to
> > help me. Stay with the girls for a few hours while we go out. How about
> it?"
> >
> > Paul hesitated, unsure of how to handle this sudden turn of events.
> "Uh... I don't know
> > Dave. I'm not much of a baby sitter." Behind them Melissa suddenly
cried
> out in the throes
> > of yet another orgasm. No one could remember whether it was her fifth
or
> sixth. Dave
> > paused, thinking. He caught his wife's eye. "Could you excuse us for a
> minute dear? Man
> > talk."
> >
> > When she was gone Dave pulled Paul aside and said, "Listen chum, I can
> see by the bulge
> > in your pants that you're just dying to get at that cute little piece
of
> teenage ass over there
> > on the floor. Lord knows she's all warmed up for it." Behind them
Melissa
> moaned as if in
> > confirmation. "And believe me I don't mind. We'll be gone for hours.
Fuck
> her all you
> > want."
> >
> > It was tempting. Damn tempting. The problem was that deep down inside
> Paul still just
> > couldn't believe Dave really meant what he was saying. Dave squeezed
his
> arm. "Even
> > better, give her those three whippings I promised her. There's all
sorts
> of canes and ropes
> > and things down in the basement. Her sister Sharon's already down
there,
> tied up over the
> > trestle. I was planning to demonstrate a good old fashioned ass
whipping
> for you after we
> > finished with Melissa."
> >
> > Paul wavered. "Well..."
> >
> > Dave sighed. "Ok, if it makes you feel any better I'll tell you what
> we'll do. We'll make a
> > deal. A gentlemen's agreement so to speak. That way it'll be fair for
> everybody."
> >
> > "What kind of deal?" Paul asked suspiciously.
> >
> > "You're going to send your daughter Cindy off to the same school my two
> went to, right?"
> >
> > There was no question about that one. Paul had seen more than enough to
> convince him
> > of the school's merits. He nodded.
> >
> > "And when she gets back she'll be just as well trained as mine are."
> >
> > "I suppose so," Paul replied cautiously.
> >
> > "So here's the agreement. You can do anything you want to my two
> daughters tonight.
> > And I do mean ANYTHING! As long as I get to do the same things to your
> daughter
> > some night after she gets back. That way we both know it won't get too
> far out of hand."
> >
> > Paul thought about it. A smile played slowly over his lips. "You know,
> Cindy has been a
> > real pain in the ass lately. Protecting her precious hide from you
won't
> be much of a
> > deterrent. In fact it'll probably have the opposite effect."
> >
> > Dave shrugged. "That's her problem. Deal?"
> >
> > Paul nodded. "Deal?"
> >
> > -----------------------------------------------------------------------
> >
> > Chapter 2 "Getting A Buzz On"
> >
> > The two of them hurriedly stripped off Melissa's slip and carried her
> downstairs to the
> > basement. As promised her eighteen year old sister Sharon was already
> down there, bent
> > naked over the trestle, her pert little ass reared high. She was
gagged,
> which prevented a
> > lot of unnecessary questions. She was obviously shocked to see to see
the
> two men
> > carrying her naked, sobbing younger sister into the room.
> >
> > They threw Melissa down on a large four poster bed, spread-eagled her
> face up, and
> > cuffed her wrists and ankles to posts in each corner. A thick pillow
> shoved under her ass
> > elevated her hips. Conveniently placed cranks allowed them to draw her
> body bowstring
> > taut. When they were done her red, swollen cleft gaped helplessly
> skyward.
> >
> > "You should find everything you need in one of those lockers," Dave
said,
> pointing to a
> > row of four cabinets against the far wall. Don't hesitate to use any of
> it." He looked
> > pointedly over at his younger daughter's cruelly elevated midsection
and
> winked. "Also
> > don't hesitate to use it where you think it'll do the most good."
> >
> > Dave hurried out to get ready for bridge club, closing the basement
door
> behind him.
> > Before leaving he assured Paul that it was totally soundproof. Just to
be
> sure he wasn't
> > disturbed Paul threw the heavy inside bolt.
> >
> > That done he began to take stock. Inside one large cabinet was every
kind
> of whip,
> > paddle, strap, cane, and taws imaginable. Another cabinet yielded a
> treasure trove of
> > dildos and vibrators, some impossibly huge and heavily spiked for girls
> the age of Sharon
> > and Melissa. A third was full of bondage devices. A forth held what
> looked like medical
> > instruments and supplies, heavy on the lubricants. Paul gleefully
rubbed
> his hands together.
> > He was in business.
> >
> > The first thing he looked for was an appropriate vibrating dildo for
> Sharon. He found one
> > that was over ten inches long and about as thick as the girl's wrist.
It
> had a dozen spiraling
> > rows of short, pointy spikes along it's length, and even better it was
> equipped with a heavy
> > duty AC powered vibration unit. Perfect. He picked it up along with a
> harness and a jar of
> > Vaseline.
> >
> > It took almost ten minutes of pushing and shoving and twisting to get
the
> dildo buried to
> > the hilt up Sharon's tight little hole. To Paul's delight the poor
> youngster kicked and
> > screamed the whole time, especially when the spikes started digging
into
> the drum-taut
> > inner walls of her cunt walls. He could actually see the little bumps
> moving up the bulge the
> > dildo was making in her groin.
> >
> > He didn't really need the harness. There was no way the dildo was going
> to come out on
> > it's own. But buy putting it on and cinching it tight between the
girl's
> legs he ensured that
> > the head of the phallus would remain pressed hard up into the very back
> of her womb, no
> > matter how violently she bucked.
> >
> > Sharon shook her head frantically when Paul held up the plug, her big
> brown eyes
> > pleading for mercy. The dildo already felt like it was splitting her in
> two. Paul grinned, bent
> > down, and shoved the prongs into a nearby wall socket. Sharon tensed.
Her
> eyes
> > squeezed shut. She held her breath. Nothing happened.
> >
> > A minute later Paul was still scratching his head. He pulled the plug
out
> and tried the other
> > socket. Still nothing. He walked around and looked at the base of the
> dildo. Ah! There it
> > was. A ring at the base of the dildo with an arrow embossed on it.
Above
> it, etched into
> > the plastic shaft were the words "OFF -- LOW -- MED -- HI -- MAX".
Above
> that was
> > the message:
> >
> > CAUTION! Do NOT use maximum setting for more than 30 sec. at a time.
> Intense
> > discomfort may result.
> >
> > The arrow pointed to "OFF". Paul twisted the ring until it pointed to
> "LOW". The
> > vibration unit kicked on and began to hum in a low, powerful way that
was
> entirely
> > different from the usual battery operated unit. Sharon squirmed and
> whimpered at the
> > sudden new wave of sensation pouring up from between her legs. She
tugged
> at her
> > bindings.
> >
> > Paul had to admit that the sex hormones were wickedly effective. It
took
> less than a
> > minute for Sharon's first orgasm to start. The moment it hit her Paul
> twisted the ring to
> > "MED" and the hum doubled in volume. So did Sharon's strangled
protests.
> She bucked
> > and heaved and tugged uselessly at her bindings as the blinding waves
of
> pleasure/pain
> > filled her young body. It went on and on until she felt like she surely
> must faint. That's
> > when Paul twisted the ring to "HI".
> >
> > The angry buzz cut through Sharon like a red hot poker. Her sex was
> already sore and
> > swollen from her just finished orgasm. The new assault was more than
she
> could take. She
> > wailed helplessly, her hips bouncing in wild abandon over the top of
the
> trestle. Paul let
> > her suffer for a good five minutes before switching up one more notch
to
> "MAX".
> >
> > The dildo actually thrummed with power as its full potential was
released
> upon Sharon's
> > helpless sex. If she hadn't been gagged her teeth would have rattled.
As
> it was it felt like a
> > bare wire had been shoved up her cunt and plugged in instead of a
> vibrator. She
> > screamed. Again and again. Paul just smiled, patted her on her wildly
> jerking ass, and
> > walked off.
> >
> > -----------------------------------------------------------------------
> >
> > Chapter 3 "Punished Puss"
> >
> > Paul found exactly what he was looking for in the whips cabinet. A
> martinet with six
> > knotted cords about eighteen inches in length. The dildo cabinet
produced
> a "billy-club", a
> > slim twelve inch rectal invader with a heavily spiked head attached to
a
> grip fitting handle.
> > The penis gag was in the bindings locker. He still had the Vaseline.
> >
> > Melissa watched him approach with wide-eyed fear. She'd seen what he'd
> done to her
> > sister. She knew she could expect the same. Her voice quavered.
"W...what
> are you
> > going to do?"
> >
> > Paul sat down on the bed even with Melissa's raised hips and grinned.
> "I'm going to give
> > you the whipping you earned tonight by disobeying your father. Now be a
> good girl and
> > open your mouth."
> >
> > Knowing better than to disobey the pert youngster did as she was told.
> Paul inserted the
> > phallus into her mouth and buckled the strap behind her head. She
> whimpered at the
> > tightness of it.
> >
> > Paul picked up the jar of Vaseline and scooped out a big glob onto his
> fingers. He began
> > to message it into the girl's gaping sex and between her bottom cheeks.
> While he worked
> > he talked. "Tell me Melissa, have you ever been whipped between your
> legs? (Wide eyed
> > shock. Frantic shake of the head.) No? Well in that case you're in for
a
> real experience.
> > Every girl I've ever done it to absolutely hates it. I'm sure you will
> too. But then that's part
> > of the price you pay for disobedience, isn't it." He bent over to
inspect
> his work, then
> > scooped more Vaseline.
> >
> > "Of course this will be a new experience for me as well, since I've
never
> pussy-whipped a
> > girl your age before. I suspect that you're going to be much more
> sensitive than the women
> > I've tried. Especially after that little bout with the dog." Paul
grinned
> at Melissa's blush.
> > "The spread of your legs and your total lack of pubic hair should also
> add to the severity
> > of the pain." He dipped more Vaseline. "In case you're wondering the
> Vaseline is to
> > lubricate your tissues so that the thongs won't cut. They'll still
sting
> just as bad, maybe
> > even worse, but I promise there won't be any damage. I wouldn't want to
> injure a pretty
> > girl like you."
> >
> > By this time Melissa's hips were squirming helplessly. It had been less
> that fifteen minutes
> > since the dog's attentions and she was still wet and fully aroused.
Paul
> chuckled. "Good.
> > I'm glad to see you've got some spark left. It always hurts more when
the
> tissues are
> > swollen with lust."
> >
> > Finally Paul set the Vaseline aside and picked up the dildo. "Do you
know
> what this is
> > for?" Melissa shook her head. "Before each stroke I expect you to lift
> your hips up off the
> > pillow as high as you can. If you start to forget I'll shove this up
your
> ass to remind you. Is
> > that clear?" Blinking back tears, Melissa nodded.
> >
> > Paul picked up the lash and turned to face Melissa's cruelly splayed
sex.
> The sight of her
> > plump, hairless little pussy with its slit gaping wide and its insides
> wet and swollen was the
> > most erotic thing he'd ever seen. He touched the cords to her pubic
> mount. She obediently
> > raised her hips.
> >
> > SWISSSHHHHHH.........SPLATTT!!!
> >
> > Melissa's scream was one of pure, shrill, burning agony. Never in her
> young life had she
> > experienced anything like the white hot pain of the knotted thongs
biting
> into her tender
> > inner tissues. She heaved against her bindings, her legs kicking wildly
> as the terrible
> > sensations between her legs grew and grew. And just when it couldn't
> possibly get any
> > worse, Paul whipped her again. And again. And again.
> >
> > SWISSSHHHHHH.........THWACKKK!!!
> >
> > SWISSSHHHHHH.........SPLATTT!!!
> >
> > SWISSSHHHHHH.........SPLAATTTTT!!!
> >
> > Paul was having the time of his life. Never had he seen anything so
> beautiful, so powerfully
> > erotic as the way pretty little sixteen year old Melissa reacted to
> having her cunt flogged.
> > The look of shock and pain on her sweet young face was priceless all by
> itself. Then there
> > was the helplessly lewd way her hips danced around on the bed. The
> beautiful red welts
> > that spread across the pale nether lips. And the sounds! The splat of
the
> lash. The strident
> > shrieks of agony, reduced to soft mewings by the gag. The creak of the
> bed under her
> > bouncing ass. The muffled pleas for mercy. The broken, shuddering sobs.
> It was
> > unbelievable.
> >
> > Poor Melissa foolishly failed to rise for the fifth stroke. This caused
a
> short but interesting
> > pause while the dildo was rammed up her tight, tender little asshole.
Her
> father had been
> > right about the effects of the training. The poor kid tried to jump out
> of her skin the
> > moment the spiked tip touched the puckered bud of her rectum. She
> strained to the very
> > limits of her bindings trying to escape it, and Paul took full
advantage
> of the opportunity by
> > cheerfully lashing the thongs straight down into her wide open cleft.
The
> dildo sank a little
> > deeper with each stroke.
> >
> > After that Paul had no trouble making the girl arch her pussy up. All
he
> had to do was
> > reach around her hips and tap the handle of the dildo. She would rise
up
> like a breaching
> > whale, her sex ripe and open for the lash. The whipping progressed with
a
> steady, cruel
> > rhythm.
> >
> > Remember now email me the order :) :) I know you have enjoyed this
> >
>