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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.
>
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