Message-ID: <23833asstr$956538634@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
X-Original-Message-ID: <20000423163524.27414.qmail@web3704.mail.yahoo.com>
From: "H. Jekyll" <h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii
Subject: {ASSM} Silent, Chapter Seven
Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2000 21:10:34 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/23833>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw, english, apuleius
Copyright by H.Jekyll. Permission is freely granted
to post on any site that does not charge for entrance,
as long as proper attribution is given. The story
should not be read by anyone under the legal age to
read sexually explicit stories, or by anyone in a
location where it is illegal to read such stories.
Send comments, inquiries, requests, and criticisms to:
h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com.
The story is a multi-chapter tale of great cruelty, in
the kidnapping-and-domination genre. Further chapters
will follow.
The following story codes refer to the series, not an
individual chapter:
MF, Ff, MFf, nc, MDom, BD, SM, some scat, etc.
---------------------------------------------------
Silent
H. Jekyll
Chapter Seven: Mother and daughter
She was happy to see him when he returned to the
bathroom. She had used the blow dryer and a brush on
her hair; it needed cutting, but it flowed out from
her head. She had found make-up, and had used a deep
red lipstick, red nail polish, and some eye make-up.
She had put rouge on her face and also, remembering
some book, on her nipples. She knew he liked
underarms, so she had shaved hers especially smooth,
and had oiled them with a scented lotion. She thought
she looked lovely, and she hoped he would too. She
was still floating.
He looked her over for a moment and told her he was
pleased with her. He caressed her face with the back
of his fingers, what seemed his most affectionate
action. They kissed, and he ran his palms softly down
her back and up her ribs to her breasts. Then he had
her kneel and he fucked her ass. He readied her with a
gentleness for which she wasn't at all prepared. She
worked to give him as much pleasure as possible,
remembering what he had told her. She got hot during
all of this and wanted him to pleasure her like he did
the other time, but he didn't and she was
disappointed. Then she prepared herself to suck his
cock clean afterwards, but he had her use a wash
cloth.
He led her to her bed, strapped her in with softer
restraints than he had used before, added the ear
plugs and turned on the white noise machine. He did
not blindfold her, though.
He strapped a devise over her pudendum, something she
had not seen before. It was a teardrop shaped,
bowl-like contraption made of mesh, rather like a
colander. It went from above her pubic bone on top,
where it was widest, to her anus, not touching any
erogenous area. A tube led from someplace she
couldn't see to a spot on the mesh directly above her
clitoris. He made some adjustments, and it began to
drip water on her with fair regularity, every several
seconds. The water was hot, but not burning. "Now
it's time for you to get some rest," he said. He
didn't tell her what the thing was for.
He left the room in complete darkness, and a cycle of
water drops began. One hot drop, then another,
falling on her clitoris. At first she thought that he
would use them to shock her somehow, and waited
tensely. Then the drops began to stimulate her. Very
little stimulation. The only stimulation. A drop,
then nothing, then another, in the dark. There was
nothing else to experience. After a bit she lifted
her hips to try to get to them. If she lay just so,
they landed just right. She was restless between
them. Then they stopped. She waited, then gave up.
She even moaned in her disappointment, but caught
herself and lay very quietly, hoping he wasn't nearby,
and practiced open-throat breathing. A few minutes
later they started again.
She dozed between drops. She woke with drops of hot
water falling on her sex, trickling, tickling, down to
her anus, bringing short fantasies of him pushing pins
into her clitoris and making her hot. Her world
became her desire. Then the photos began, dim
projections on the ceiling that caught her dilated
eyes and coincided with the drops. These were photos
of women being torture and raped. They were
interspersed with film clips of more rapes and
tortures, with sounds! Through the ear plugs! Women
begging, moaning, and screaming, then sucking penises,
being fucked in the ass, licking shit off the pricks,
and drinking streams of urine from anonymous pricks.
The drops continued, not too frequently. After a bit
there were scenes of her own punishments and rapes,
each one punctuated with drops. She saw and heard
herself cry and beg, and each time she was allowed
just the touch of hot water on her clitoris. Then
there were scenes of her daughter being punished and
raped, always accompanied by the drops.
She could not turn away from the tape of her daughter,
hands bound behind her, sucking his penis, sucking it
thoroughly and deeply, while he flicked a whip down
against her ass. She watched her daughter jerk and
shiver with the whip but keep her mouth on the penis
and continue to give pleasure. There were sounds with
this tape, and she heard her daughter scream onto his
penis, the sound muffled by the large head. Another
drop.
-----------------------------------------------------
She was there forever; she didn't know how long it
was. Finally she slept, but fitfully, with sexual
dreams that never brought her release.
When he returned he removed the device from her
crotch. She raised her hips, hoping he would just
touch her there. If he would just stroke her vagina
softly, once or twice, it would do. Several of her
prickings had begun to ache during the night (Night?
Had it been night?) but she was not concerned with
them. Just her sex. Please caress it, please.
He studied her, inspected her body closely. He kissed
her deeply again. They kissed deeply. He sucked on
her nipples until they stood hard against his tongue
and she was panting loudly. He stood. "I know what
you want, kitten. Fulfillment, though, comes through
total obedience, and through pleasing me." He smiled
at the devastated expression that crossed her face.
"You were disobedient only recently, something that
we'll correct. You'll get to prove yourself to me,
yet. Now let's get you up and ready for the day."
----------------------------------------------------
She kneeled at his feet, hands cuffed behind her back,
taking food the way he had trained her. Her knees
were spread so she couldn't give herself any sexual
stimulation, but she was still hot. He gave her a
birth control pill and a multi-vitamin, adding an
antibiotic tablet to reduce the chance of infection
from the pins. It wouldn't do to lose the main
entertainment.
Today he let her have soft fried eggs, taking them
into his mouth and making them into a sloppy mush
before spitting them into her mouth. She hadn't any
real food in days, weeks? She didn't spilled any
food, even the liquid. She ate everything he had for
her.
He put her through her usual workout, using a thin
fiberglass whip to make her go beyond her endurance.
She had very little stamina now, and would have to
build back up. He made her work her arms hard, and
then practice using her hands again, though they
didn't seem as bad. When he had her lift weights she
found her arms had almost no strength at all, from
being immobilized so long. They used the bathroom and
he gave her the usual enema to clean her out, then let
her take a bath.
After this he cuffed her hands behind her again, then
led her out to the discipline room, where her daughter
stood, legs tied widely apart, hands cuffed together
and pulled straight to the ceiling.
----------------------------------------------------
"Look at her; isn't she delectable? Your first
meeting wasn't all that it could be, so I'm going to
let you have some sweet time together."
The woman and the girl stared at each other while he
busied himself with something. She remembered now
that the girl's breasts had grown from before she had
been captured. She looked more mature. The mother saw
immediately that the girl's shaved pussy was darkened
and the lips were slightly open. My god, he's done
the same things to you. He makes you desire. Does he
completely control you, too? She already had known
this, but it was concrete now, and she knew the answer
to her question.
Her daughter stared back. Mother. Her pussy had looked
strange when she whipped her. Now it was different.
The daughter noticed the state of arousal. Her
mother's body had a few welts from the workout, and
some old yellow bruises. She was so much thinner than
she had been. Her thighs had lost their marbling.
And then there was her pussy, again. Oh, Mother,
you're all sexed up. How could you let that happen?
"Go kiss each other, nicely." She walked over to the
child she had birthed, fed, changed. Their eyes were
locked on one another. Neither had a choice, did
they? For a moment they held still, one or two inches
apart, then they began to kiss shyly and tentatively,
barely touching, brushing lips, feeling each other
softly, not knowing how to get past their old
mother-daughter form of kissing. He did not rush
them. Even obedient slaves need time to get used to
some things.
The mother started crying, and then they opened their
mouths and caressed each other's tongues. All of life
was pain or nothingness or this pleasure, so they
obeyed and feasted on each others' mouths. That taste
on her daughter's mouth - semen! When did he have
time to do that today? Each found the other's mouth
much smaller than his, less pungent, the lips softer,
smoother, the mouth devoid of stubble.
The mother moved so her breasts were touching her
daughter's. She had never had that gentle experience.
Her husband had told her he loved the sensation, the
first feeling of her bare breasts against him like a
pair of bumpers. She flashed on him saying it and
would like to have told him that now she understood.
She brushed her lips on her daughter's lower lip, then
sucked on it, then sucked her tongue completely into
her mouth. Their breathing grew heavier. The
daughter's eyes closed almost completely and she tried
to push her pussy out against her mother's; mother
pulled her hips back. He let them kiss a long time,
and they could have gone on for hours, but he stepped
in.
"Now why don't you suck on her sweet nipples? Do it
right."
She bent over a little, took the nipples into her
mouth. They were already hard. Her daughter's breasts
were still small and a bit pointy, so she could suck
one almost completely into her mouth. Her daughter
panted loudly and thrust her chest as far forward as
she could. The mother bit a nipple, causing the
daughter to gasp exceptionally loudly. It kept
occurring to her how damnable a thing it was to sex
your own child, and she wondered in some corner of her
mind how she could find it so easy to do this thing
she'd never in her life considered.
"Now you're going to lick and suck her cunt."
She knelt and faced her daughter's pussy, but
hesitated before the swollen pussy lips. "Is it
something you've never done before? Why your little
teenybopper has more experience than her mother." And
he laughed. He told her to lick all along one lip,
then the other. Then lick all around the clitoris.
It wasn't so hard to get herself to do it. It tasted
tangy, and her daughter bucked wonderfully. It just
seemed strange to have sex with no moaning. She wished
it were her own pussy getting licked, and she tried to
do what she would want done to her.
----------------------------------------------------
"Now we're going to have a little contest. Momma's
job is to make her little baby come. Baby's job is to
not come. The loser gets severe discipline while the
winner gets a sweet reward. Go slowly, Momma.
There's no reason to win too soon."
The daughter went completely still. Her eyes went
from almost closed to wide open. She pulled back as
far as she could. The mother thought, I can't take
more discipline. I have to win. She moved up into
her daughter and licked the full length of the pussy.
Her daughter only quivered. She sucked in a pussy
lip, the other. Her daughter moved her hips forward
for a second, then tried pulling back again. She
moved her lips as softly as she could directly on the
clitoris, and her daughter moved her sex rhythmically.
The daughter gave in, moving her hips to allow her
mother access to her hole, then letting her suck
almost the whole vulva into her mouth. She started to
thrash and it was happening. The mother sucked and
sucked, and then the daughter moaned aloud and cried
out and the mother stopped in horror, thinking, No,
don't do that, don't do that!
He pulled the mother's head back. No sense in giving
more pleasure than was needed for the job. The
daughter's legs had collapsed so she hung, breathing
heavily. "Well, little one. You wanted to come and
you have. But you've been a very bad loser, and we
can't allow that, can we? Since Momma won the
contest, she gets the pleasure of disciplining you.
Momma, this will be the most fun you've had since you
spanked her little bottom when she was a toddler."
He stood her up, uncuffed her, and handed her a type
of cane made of half-inch doweling, like he had used
to batter her breasts. "Hit her hard. Very hard.
Her breasts, her belly, her thighs, and her ass. Not
her face. Hit her once every minute - I'll tell you
when. We have plenty of time. I'll be especially
pleased with you if you make her scream. She's
supposed to be quiet just as you are, but as you can
see she hasn't learned enough discipline."
She held the cane out, swished it through the air.
Her arm was weak but the cane made a heavy whooshing
sound. Her daughter just stared at her and made
little jerky sideways movements with her head. No,
no. "Give her the first dose of medicine now."
She swung as hard as she could, hitting the girl just
above her navel. The sound was a splat. She watched
the shock wave flash along her daughter's skin, saw
her jerk backward with the first jolt, then watched as
she began writhing with the secondary pain as blood
poured into the wounded skin. A few seconds after the
blow a red mark appeared, and then this became a thick
welt. "A good start, my pet." He was standing right
behind the mother, right up against her in fact,
caressing her belly, her breasts, and her pussy. He
instructed her how to hit more effectively. He moved a
finger around her clitoris in a circle while he did
this.
It took her several tries to get the technique right.
The second stroke, on the front of her daughter's
thighs, barely made a mark at all, and he clucked at
her impatiently. Her daughter reacted the same way as
before, though. She used the same open-throated
panting that her mother recognized she used herself.
The third stroke was much better. It was on her
daughter's breasts, right across the two of them, and
they bounced like gelatin. A drop of blood formed at
the tip of a nipple. Her daughter's eyes were
scrunched mostly shut, and her mouth formed a lovely
'O.' She writhed much more rapidly, and longer, and
her mother thought she could hear the start of real
vocal sounds. He had stepped back to give her a wider
arc for swinging the cane but now he stepped back
right up to her and squeezed her labia, pulled them
out, then let them slip through his fingers. He did
it well, as always. "You are a natural flagellatrix.
You will get your just reward for this." She stood
with legs spread, letting the arm with the cane droop,
and tried not to fall backwards as he played with her
pussy. She wanted to feel empathy for her daughter,
but she couldn't get her attention off her sex.
By now the daughter didn't stop writhing or panting
between strokes. She used all her stores of energy
trying to not make sounds, but at the seventh stroke,
on her ass, she let slip the first grunt, and at the
eighth stroke, on her belly again, she lost all chance
of silence. She groaned and cried out, made sounds
like a cat that has been hit by a car, and tried to
say "no" and "please." Her face was wetter than her
sweat-covered body. Tears and sweat mixed with the
snot that ran from her nose and around her mouth to
drip off her chin.
He rubbed the mother's pussy with mentholated
petrolatum. He moved his slick hands along her sex,
and pushed a slick finger into her ass. "She has lost
all discipline," he said. "We need to begin over."
He didn't play with her enough to finish her, but
enough to keep her close. She waited for the next
time to strike. She wanted to make her daughter jump
and scream, to get him to keep going.
----------------------------------------------------
They stopped after twenty-seven strokes. Her daughter
had ceased to interest him long before, and just hung
by her wrists and moaned between strokes. There seemed
to be a lot of blood. "We'll let her rest," he said.
"She can have more discipline later." The daughter
wasn't completely conscious.
Would be finish her now? That's all she wanted. She
would do anything for him if he would let her finish.
The whole of her genitals and ass were hot from the
mentholatum. Do me now, master.
He took her to the bathroom and told her to clean
herself up - she too was sweaty. When he started out
the door she moved a hand to her crotch. "Oh no you
don't! Bad girl!" He rummaged around and found the
colander device, which he strapped on her. She
couldn't touch anywhere near her vagina. "And after I
let you whip her! This is the thanks I get! Trying
to take your own pleasure without my permission.
Well, you have another thought coming, little girl!"
He stalked out leaving her to wash herself while
whimpering, afraid of what he would do, and so
dreadfully aroused.
But he didn't hurt her too badly. He whipped her back
with a belt for a bit, while she knelt before him,
then he strapped her to the bed again and started the
hot water drops. This time he included tapes of her
loving her daughter, and whipping her.
--ch. 7
__________________________________________________
Do You Yahoo!?
Send online invitations with Yahoo! Invites.
http://invites.yahoo.com
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+