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Subject: {ASSM} Slut Match by S. Bockman [2 of 3] (teen, humil, pain, nc, f/f, m/f, mmm/f, oral)
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WARNING: Explicit sexual material below; do not read
if it's illegal for you to view adult content where
you live. The following is a work of fiction; any
similarities between actual persons and/or events is
entirely coincidental. And finally, the author does
not condone the acts portrayed in this story. As a
work of fantasy, it may be interesting to read, but if
he were to find it in a newspaper he would be sickened
and appalled.
**
Author's Note: Full permission is granted for this
story to be distributed, as long as the text is
unmodified, the above warning remains, and my e-mail
address (S_Bockman@Hotmail.com) appears somewhere in
the document.
**
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Slut Match (part 2 of 3)
a short tale from the lazy cup
by S. Bockman
(teen, humil, pain, nc, f/f, m/f, mmm/f, oral)
Joy was aware of what was transpiring around her,
but her frazzled mind couldn't understand its
significance. She struggled against her bonds
mechanically, thinking if only she could free herself
she'd be safe.
"LISTEN!" Erica yelled in her face, grabbing Joy
once again by her short black hair.
Joy screamed in pain.
"You're gonna wish you'd never fucked with us,
slut. Now here's the deal. I'm about to undress you.
Whether or not you have to walk home naked is up to
you. Got it?"
Joy shook her head, trembling in fear. "I don't--
what---,"
"She doesn't understand!" Erica laughed. She was
joined by the crowd. Kneeling down now she began to
stroke Joy's head almost sympathetically. "Shh, shh,
calm down, dear. Let me explain.
"Like I said I'm gonna strip you down. I think
these guys here would like to see your naked body,
even if your tits are so small." She grinned. "If
you're a good little girl, maybe I'll let you dress
before we send you back to your car. Then again, maybe
we won't.
"It's up to you."
"No!" Joy cried. But then someone grabbed her
from behind and hauled her to her feet. She flailed
about helplessly as Erica reached for her shorts.
Joy felt them being pulled down, and instantly
her face flushed red in embarrassment. She could hear
the lewd remarks being made by the onlookers, the
obscenities being uttered from behind by Liz. When her
shorts were finally off Erica held them before her,
dangling them tauntingly before poor Joy.
"Any of you guys wanna see her pussy?" Erica
shouted to the crowd. Her question was met with a
round of applause.
Joy felt as her silken panties began to slowly
slide down her milky-white legs, Erica's fingers
trailing along her skin as she did. Her breaths were
coming now so short, so hard, she thought she might
pass out. She closed her eyes as tears began trickling
down her dirt-streaked face.
She was now naked below her waist, and quite
aware the whole crowd was staring at her. How had it
come to this? she thought. How had it come...
And then the familiar feelings of arousal swept
through her body. Despite the fact she was being
humiliated, despite the fact she was helpless, she was
actually somewhat turned on.
Perhaps it's because I am being humiliated, that
I am helpless, she thought.
Still, she struggled to free herself. How far was
this going to go?
Liz's thin long arms came from behind her then
and gripped at her T-shirt. A moment later it was
being pulled back and over her until it was past her
neck, covering her head and blinding her. She felt her
body go limp in Liz's grasp as she tried to catch her
breath.
"THE TITS!" the crowd chanted. "THE TITS! THE
TITS! THE TITS!"
"You wanna see her little titties?" Erica asked
them.
They roared their desire.
"Alright," she shouted. She stepped forward to
Joy's limp body and reached her hands around the
younger girl's back. Pausing for dramatic effect she
looked at her friend Liz with beaming eyes, then
unsnapped the bra. A moment later she pulled it off
entirely.
The crowd cheered and whooped in perverse delight
at the sight of Joy's young naked body. It was
actually quite lovely, if a little underdeveloped--
she'd never have Erica's breasts or Liz's plump little
ass. But everything was there, that was sure, and her
thin body actually made her look even more alluring.
"Drop her," Erica said then, turning to the crowd
and holding up Joy's bra and panties in triumph.
Joy crumpled to the ground in utter despair. She
was naked. Completely naked, save for her tennis
shoes, and at the mercy of this insane bitch. Everyone
was watching, looking at her body, probably getting
hard and wanting to see more...
She couldn't help it but to feel even more
aroused. And then disgusted at her arousal, then horny
all the more. Their eyes, staring at her--her hands
bound helplessly--why did she feel so excited by such a
terrible situation?
"Okay, bitch," she heard Erica yell. "Get over
here!"
She looked up groggily at Erica who had stepped
some twenty feet away, near the edge of the crowd. She
put her head back down and mewed piteously.
"Liz?" Erica asked.
Suddenly with a loud "SMACK!" Joy felt something
come down painfully on her soft round ass. She yelped
in surprise and jumped forward as best she could,
trying to escape her new attacker.
"Like getting whipped, Cunt?" Erica laughed at
her. "Liz'll keep doing it until you're at my feet.
Come on, now!"
"THWHACK!" came another painful blow to Joy's
butt.
She scrambled forward as best she could,
desperate to avoid another attack. But she ended up
sliding onto her breasts and another strike hit home.
"MOVE CUNT!" Liz screamed, whipping down on the
sophomore's naked rear with her belt. She hit it
again, impressed by the size of the red lines
beginning to cross her little ass.
Joy rolled over, body spasming uncontrollably to
escape the pain. She was on her back now, legs spread
wide, and quite aware she'd just given everyone a
great look at her pussy. She put her thighs together
again as she tried to escape backwards.
Liz grabbed Joy's defenseless body and turned it
around again viciously, letting loose another painful
blow on her ass. Again she struck, and again, reveling
in the excitement of tormenting poor Joy.
Joy slid further up, further, desperate now for
the only escape from the pain she knew--doing as Erica
had commanded and reaching her feet. She had another
five paces or so to go, but didn't think she could
possibly make it.
Despite the pain in her swelling rear Joy could
feel the insides of her pussy begin to lube-up as her
excitement multiplied. The pain, the degradation--it
was all too much. Deep inside, she knew, she was
beginning to enjoy all this.
Finally she was at Erica's feet. She looked up
hopefully. Erica was gazing down at her and shaking
her head.
"Pathetic," she spat. "Just pathetic. That took
too long. I think you need a spanking to learn not to
keep me waiting..."
"Oh PlEASE!" Joy gasped. "No, please, NO!"
But secretly she felt herself shudder in
anticipation as Erica stepped behind her. "Get on your
knees," she commanded.
She struggled to comply, which wasn't easy for
her bound wrists. The crowd seemed to grow more
interested when she didn't struggle or resist. She
heard them calling her all manner of terrible things,
nasty things...
I am kinda nasty, Joy thought sullenly. The
thought, though, actually excited her.
SLAP!
She grunted as she felt Erica's hand come down on
her already poorly abused butt. Then another came,
then another.
"How many should she get?" Erica asked of the
crowd.
"THIRTY!"
"A HUNDRED!"
"What do you think, dear?" Erica hissed into
Joy's ear. "How many do you want?"
She couldn't answer. The idea of answering was
too embarrassing. Instead she just whimpered
incoherently.
"Liz, gimmie the paddle," Erica finally declared.
The crowd began cheering at this. Joy's body
trembled in anguished excitement as she heard Liz make
some rude comments, then heard the crowd erupt its
approval as she obviously gave Erica what she'd asked
for.
"Okay, you slutty little whore," Erica breathed.
"This is how it's gonna feel..."
She tried to brace herself for the coming impact,
but it wasn't possible. With a loud "SPLAT!" she felt
as the paddle, which was probably meant for playing
ping-pong, came down on her rear.
"EEEEH!" Joy cried.
"Okay, bitch, listen," Erica panted loudly so
everyone could hear. "I'm gonna give you a hundred of
those, unless..." Joy moaned in despair. "Unless you ask
me for the thirty.
"When you ask me--beg me--that you want the thirty,
I'll start giving those instead!"
The crowd laughed and roared it's amazement and
utter agreement.
Joy's mind was swimming. She couldn't take a
hundred, of that much she was certain. But she
couldn't ask--beg--for any amount... could she?
There was a slight whistling sound then as the
paddle arced through the air, and then a "WHACK!" as
it struck into her delicate ass-meat. She cooed in
agony at the sensation.
"That was one!" Erica yelled in excitement.
I can't take this! thought Joy.
Whissssh...... CRACK!
"TWO!"
Whissssh.... THWACK!
"THREE!"
The pain resonated throughout young Joy's body,
sending waves of delightful pain up through her
stomach and into her small hanging tits. With a dazed
realization that her nipples had grown hard, Joy began
to wonder if any girl had ever been put through so
much humiliation before.
Probably not, her spinning mind reasoned. I'm the
first, the first to get this...
"UH!" she grunted at the next impact.
"EIGHT!"
She could feel her butt swelling up, and wondered
if she'd ever be able to stand again. If she'd ever be
able to go back to school, where all of these
classmates of hers would certainly laugh at her
approach, the sophomore who got paddled naked in the
forest. She wondered if it was normal to actually grow
wet from such brutality.
"No... NO! Please..." she began sobbing again, the
pain welling through her suddenly.
"Please what?" Erica asked sarcastically.
She swallowed, and tried to gather the words to
say it. She couldn't.
Whiisssh.... SPLAT!
"TEN!"
"OWWWWWoooOOOOO!" Joy growled in agony.
"PLLLLEAAASEEEE!"
"We're only at ten," Erica breathed. "Ninety left
to go!"
"I want...." Joy gasped.
"What do you want?" Erica asked innocently.
Dropping her head in defeat, Joy answered, "I
want thirty..."
"Of course you do, honey," Erica laughed as the
crowd snickered. "But how *bad* do you want them?"
Her lower-lip trembling, Joy managed to whimper,
"I... really want them... I..."
"She's lying, hit her again!" Liz cried.
"NO! Please!" Joy gasped. "I need them! Please,
the thirty, I... give me thirty..."
"You want me to spank you?" Erica asked cruelly.
"Yes!"
"In front of all these people?"
"Yes, oh please yes!"
"Beg me!"
"Please, spank me, paddle me, PLEASE give it to
me," Joy breathed. "Thirty times... smack my butt... smack
it... let them watch..."
The words flowed so naturally for her, it
reminded Joy of asking her dad for money.
"Okay," Erica finally breathed. "But we start
over at one!"
"UHGH!" the sophomore grunted in despair as a
succession of blows brought her back up to ten. Her
legs were quaking in terrible pain so that she wanted
to collapse, get off her knees, but she feared that
might mean starting over again if she did. She managed
to keep her ass up in the air as Erica wailed on her
small butt.
"FIFTEEN!" Erica cried.
Joy wasn't sure she could make it. But then, it
seemed, her ass had almost grown used to the pain.
Each blow only seemed now to heighten her feelings of
excitement, rather than to actually hurt her. That was
actually almost worse, though.
When Erica reached twenty Joy felt something
amazing happen. Her puffy, young little slit began to
drip her juices. She could feel them slide down her
legs...
Whiiiisssssh.... CRACK!
"TWENTY-TWO!"
"UGH!" Joy gasped. Her body shuddered.
Whiiiisssssh.... SPLACK!
"TWENTY-THREE!"
"Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh--," Joy was panting
uncontrollably, trying to resist the tremors of
pleasure washing through her. Each blow now seemed to
double her state of arousal, until the area between
her legs was slick with her juices.
"THIRTY!"
And then Erica was done.
The crowd applauded gleefully at the site of
Joy's poor ass.
Joy whimpered, whether from pain or desire she
couldn't be sure.
What's happening to me? she thought despairingly.
She felt Erica's hand come down softly on her ass
and begin to gently rub it.
"Oh, poor baby," she purred. "So red... it's gonna
be all swollen tomorrow!"
"Let me give her some more!" Liz cried.
Joy shuddered in anticipation.
"No, she's had enough of that," Erica decided.
She felt as Erica's slender hands quickly undid
the bonds at her wrists. "She's not gonna need these
anymore... I don't think she's going anywhere!"
After she was free Joy allowed her body to be
pushed onto her side. Her arms came around her and
hugged herself tightly, closing her eyes as if she
could turn all this into some kind of nightmare.
"How many of you wanna see her pussy?" Erica
suddenly asked the audience.
Joy whimpered softly.
"They wanna see your cunt, Cunt!" Erica declared.
"Get on your back and give `em a peek!"
She didn't move. Couldn't move. Conflicting
feelings of humiliation and excitement raked her
consciousness.
"DO WHAT SHE SAID!" Liz screamed menacingly.
"Shh, shh," Erica soothed her friend. Moving
closer to Joy's head she brushed her short hair from
her ear and whispered, "Either do what I say, or get
another spanking... and this time I won't be gentle!"
Reluctantly, in an embarrassing acceptance, Joy
rolled over onto her back. She felt their eyes all on
her, staring at her chest which lay exposed, her arms
now limp at her sides. She justified her compliance to
Erica through sheer rationalization... if she didn't,
she'd get spanked! Deep inside, however, she knew the
truth.
She was horny, and loving this.
Erica was now standing above her, with Liz at her
side. "Come on, gather in close! Don't be shy!" she
told the crowd.
Joy could feel them gathering in around her body.
She froze.
"Come on, hon, you're doing good," Erica taunted
her. "Show `em your sweet little twat!"
**************************
END OF PART TWO (of three)
**************************
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