Message-ID: <26373asstr$969156601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail Reply-To: "musker" <musker@earthlink.net> From: "musker" <musker@earthlink.net> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 X-Original-Message-ID: <ZjUw5.1532$Vu5.99858@newsread2.prod.itd.earthlink.net> NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2000 17:34:01 PDT Subject: {ASSM} NEW "The Muse..." #2, f, D/s, humil Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2000 22:10:01 -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/Year2000/26373> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject matter or not an adult of legal age. A big THANK YOU goes to Jesse Grant for using his awesome powers of editing to correct my persistent grammar and spelling errors and in adding those little nuances that makes the story read better and also adds loads to the drama there in. "The Muse Trilogy" three short stories of a common theme by Musker Dedicated to story tellers and their Muse (Story Two) "Unexpected" "Hey baby, how's it goin'? You want company? You want to play with my tits? You want to fuck my wet, hungry, pussy? You want Bambie to suck your big, hard, manly, cock? Ouuuu, I am so hot for you. Come on baby, Bambie will treat you real good. And I don't cost much either. Come on big guy, Bambie wants you to cum in her mouth, and on her big tits, and in her hungry pussy too. So what ya say sweetie?" "Well, that depends on how much you want to spend big boy." "FIVE BUCKS?! That's IT? Just 5 bucks? Are you FUCKIN' NUTS?! I'm worth ten times that." "Hey wait minute, don't go away. How about twenty and I'll suck you off and you use a rubber?" "Ten and no rubber? No way! Fifteen and a rubber... How about ten and a rubber?... Shit, how's ten for a handjob and no rubber?... FIVE?! Son of a bitch. Okay, a handjob with no rubber for five... What? HERE! With me hangin' out of your car? Oh god! Okay, but it has to be quick. Damn, you already got it out. Okay, your gonna have to lower your car window a bit more so I can reach it... There, that's better. What?... HEY, for five bucks your lucky that I'm touchin' it at all... Okay! Okay! Don't get mad... Oh baby! You're so big and hard! I love a man with a big, hard, cock. To put my soft, feminine, hand around it. To stroke it up and down. To feel it throb with your veins bulgin' out from it's side. Ohhhh, it makes me soooooo hot all over. I can even feel my pussy oozin' my hot, horny, love juice while I rub your big manly co... HEY! If you want to play with my tits, it will cost you another five bucks... Well, if you don't have the money, leave them alone... Yea, right, I'm rubbin' it, I'm rubbin' it... Okay, faster, and faster, and... Oh Shit! You came all over my hand.. and you got some on my dress too, and in my hair! SHIT!... Yea, yea, yea, it was good for me too. Now give me my five bucks... Huh?... Yea, right, sure. You tell all your friends about Bambie, but you tell them I only do it with a rubber and TEN bucks from now on... Yea, I love you too baby Asshole! I don't believe this. I gave him a hand job with my bare ass sticking out in public, right in the middle of the road. Luckily this is the seedy part of town and no one here calls the police over stuff like this. Damn, his cum is all over me. I know I have a couple of tissues in my purse somewhere. It's so small though. But like THEY said, all I need to carry in it is one bright red lipstick and a couple dozen condoms, along with my street money. And oh yea, my fake ID too. I never knew they could make a driver's license look so real. At least that picture doesn't even look anything like me, thank god for that. But then again, it does look like me. The new me that is. The blonde bimbo whore THEY are trying to turn me into. They even gave me a new name to match my looks, Bambie B Dumm. Just like it says here on my ID. Oh, good. Here's the tissues. I should have told that cheap son of a bitch to fuck off. But time is running out and I needed the money bad. If I don't make my quota by the time they come for me, I'll be punished, again. And having my ass flogged to a bright red that one time was enough to last me for the rest of my life, thank you very much. THEY even took pictures while it was going on. Nasty, in your face, pornographic pictures. With me showing my slutty made-up face and forcing a smile. My hands rubbing my burning ass, squeezing my naked tits and touching myself between my. "Oh hi baby, you want some... Well, same to you dickwad, fuck'n asshole!" Damn, why do I cuss so much. I never use to. I mean, being an Ivy League graduate I was even quite articulate and all. Now it seems every other word is a swear word. I know! It's because THEY wanted me to. NO, it's because THEY ORDERED me to. They said it adds to my over all dumb gritty street whore persona. The personality they are trying to ingrain in me, to override my own and make it permanent. Those fuck'n bastards! Oh NO, there I go again. I have to try harder. To keep my mind and personality together and separate from what THEY want me to be. But it's so hard. I can feel their hold on me getting stronger. It's like I'm in this constant fight over WHO I am. And because it is two against one, I feel like I'm slowly loosing the battle for the very core of my being. And once I loose that fight, I will become the whoring bimbo, Bambie, THEY want me to be, forever! Oh why did I ever have to try and act out my fantasies in the first place. I mean, there's nothing wrong with having fantasies, sexy ones, kinky ones even. And big deal, so a couple of mine had to do with being dominated and turned into a sex object with a little humiliation added for flavor. But this is going to far. Okay, even if I do get a little excited and wet now and then, that doesn't mean I want to do it like this all the time, over and over again and to this extent. I mean, too much of a good thing can be bad for you, and being a real street whore named Bambie is definitely not good for me! THEY are the ones doing this to me, forcing me into this role. THEY are the ones who are taking this fantasy stuff way to far. Instead of them fulfilling MY fantasies within MY limits like it started out as, I am now fulfilling THEIR fantasies without any limits what-so-ever. THEY are trying to take control of me, of my fantasies, of my body, and even my identity. But what choice do I have? "Hi baby. What?... Fifty and seventy five bucks, with a rubber... Sorry baby. No rubby? No fucky." That's it asshole, drive away. Try those girls further down the road. They'll do it without a rubber, and you'll get more than a blowjob or a pussy fuck for your money, too. Well, at least THEY ordered me to use a rubber with every trick I do, thank God. Maybe they DO care about me after all?... HA! Who am I kidding? Their only concern is that THEY don't want to pick up something from me when it's their turn to fuck me. Yea, like I have a choice any more with them blackmailing me and all. There! I think I got all his cum off me now. Lucky latex cleans up so fast and easy. Damn! I hate hot pink. And I REALLY HATE latex too! It's so fuckin' hot and tight. Damn it! I did it again! I feel like my boobs are going to pop out any minute. That or be squashed flat like a couple of pancakes. And look at my nipples. It's so embarrassing the way they stick out like buttons. I asked them, pleaded with them to let me wear a bra, but Nooooo! THEY wouldn't even let me wear a pair of panties either. All night long I've had to watch how I bend and move so that my already short skirt doesn't creep up to far, showing everyone my naked butt and shaven pussy. Oh yea, THEY did that too, complete with pictures and video tape of the blessed pussy shaving event. More fuel for the humiliating blackmailing fire, they said. Damn them both to hell! Well, at least I still have my life during the day and weekends. That's my lifeline to reality, to the "who" I really am. But sometimes, more often than I care to admit, I slip up. Like, my language will become crude and foul around my corporate peers. Or I'll catch myself twirling my hair or chewing gum with my mouth open, popping bubbles during important board meetings. Or, for some unconscious reason, I'll begin swishing and bumping my hips around as if I were a strutting bitch in heat. It must have been quite a sight as a couple of friendly wolf whistles at the office attested too. Oh god, just thinking about those times when I slipped into my Bambie whore mode at work makes me so ashamed of myself. Not to mention how angry I get, at THEM, for making me loose control like that. Oh yes, THEY are responsible for that too. They taught me all these things and more. Night after night I would be forced to practice on THEM, licking HER pussy and sucking HIS cock, forced to swallow as they both came in my mouth and down my throat. All the while THEY would laugh at me and criticize me and even punished me until acting like a brainless bimbo street whore became second nature to me. And when I was finally performing like the hot piece of ass THEY wanted, THEY told me I had graduated. They took me to a special boutique for a makeover. There, my hair was dyed blonde and styled into something big and fluffy, my sensible clothes were replaced with ones that were tight, brief and sexy, lots of bright colors that seemed to make me glow in the night, AND made of ugly latex too. My jewelry became gaudy, my make-up was bold and layered on, and even the heels to my shoes had no less than five inches to them now. After that, I was taken to a street corner in the red light district of town. There, they gave me my little purse, christened me a successful graduate from the University of Sluts and Whores, and told me if I didn't make them some money by the time they came back, then all of the material they had on me would be made public. That night I became Bambie B Dumm, a non-consenting street whore, pimped out by my Master and Mistress, as they demand I call them from then on. And that's when I became two people. By day, I was an intelligent, dignified and sensuous woman in the corporate world of high finance. But, by night, I was a pathetic sex object, a tricked out vulgar street whore, a walking, talking, fuck-hole ready to make some fast sleazy money. But now, Bambie, that slut of the night, is slowing entering into my sacred private life of the day. And I seem powerless to stop her, or THEM! "Oh hi baby. You looking for a nice piece of tight wet pussy for your big hungry cock? Bambie is right here for you baby. I'm all horned up and waiting for a manly stud like you... Oh come on now sweetie, you don't want to do that without a rubber. A great hunk of man flesh like you can catch something really nasty if you ain't careful. Come on baby, wear a thin little piece of rubber around that hard throbbin' cock of yours and do Bambie real good. Ohhhh baby! You get me so excited just standing there. I can feel my TIGHT, starving, pussy oozin' its love juice down my legs right now. Oh baby! I need it so bad! I need to feel you in me, fuck'n me hard, and makin' me cum when you do, wearin' a rubber... Yea! That's it baby, rub me a little. See how much of a hot sexy slut I am in your big manly hands. Don't I feel real good too? Oh YEA, you got it baby. The money that is?... Oh Yea, you got lots of money to do Bambie real good with baby. What?... You want to do it in that alley instead of a hotel room?... You think it will be more exciting like that huh?... Well, yea, yea, of course I'm really excited just... just thinkin' bout it too. But let's be real quick and quiet, ok baby?... But of course I want to feel your BIG, hungry, cock inside of my hot, tight, pussy in that damn shitty alley. That's why I am so, umm, eager, to get it over wi..., I mean get started sweetie. And Bambie will do you real good too baby. Make you cum long and hard. Come on baby, let's go. That's right sweetie you can squeeze my ass and tits on the way. AHHH! Not so hard! I mean, don't use all your energy too soon baby." (10 minutes later Bambie scurries out of the alley, alone.) HOLY FUCK! What a frick'n john. I'm glad that's over with. Let's see... Great! I'm just one quick blowjob away from making my target. Damn! My tits hurt. If I hadn't pulled his pants down as soon as we got into that filthy alley he would have turned them all black and blue in no time. He sure had a hard time keeping it up once I had that rubber on him though. Lucky my Master was very persistent in my cock sucking training. Almost as insistent as my Mistress was in turning me into a first class pussy licker. But damn, I got so scared when I couldn't find a condom in my purse. But I did find two left. Shit, two left from over twenty in one night. What kind of fuck'n whore am I becoming? Oh God, I so want my old life back, when this was all but a fantasy in my head. SHIT! I'm starting to cry and I don't have any tissues left. Com'on girl, pull yourself together! That's it, be strong. This has got to be better than the alternative, of being outed, right? So, once he was hard again he wanted to stick it in me right away before he lost it. Hey, I was all for that. The faster he gets off, the sooner I'm out'a that shit hole alley. So the S.O.B. grabs me by the shoulders, spins me around, and bends me over a dirty, stickin', open garbage can. I though I was gonna puke from the rancid smell. As soon as I was bent over my short skirt automatically exposed my fuck hole. Then he began fucking me. More like TRIED to fuck me, in the ass! That dumb fuck'n shithead couldn't tell one hole from another. So I had to reach 'round behind me and guide his cock into my already wet pussy. Then he was banging me, hard. I had to hold tightly onto that greasy rim just to keep from falling in. And the noise! If his yelling and groaning wasn't loud enough to wake the dead alone, then me and that bouncing and banging garbage can were sure to do it. I kept looking around to see if anyone was watching. Oh man, I was so scared! And embarrassed! Not to mention humiliated to the very core of my soul... and horny as hell! Oh god, I feel so ashamed of myself, getting off like that. But it was a long time fantasy come true for me. A dirty, degrading, and wonderful fantasy that I dreamed of experiencing for soooo long. Not to mention one that THEY had conditioned me like a dog to sexually respond to, over and over again, once I told THEM about it. But, it was all so surreal though. There I was, bent over some smelly, greasy, garbage can, in some dark, dirty, alley, getting my pussy fucked by some two-bit loser, and all of a sudden I feel myself spiraling into one red-hot fuchin' orgasm. I tried to keep quiet, to keep the noise down, but when you're having the best fucking orgasm you ever had in your whole entire life, well, SHIT! I moaned and screamed like a banshee when I came. Soon after that he thrust himself really hard deep inside of me a few times and then stopped. I heard him squeak like a mouse getting it's neck snapped in a trap. Then I felt him release his hold on me and his limp dick slithered out of me. He finally came too. It was really pathetic. Anyway, I quickly stood up, pulled my skirt down, turned to face the wimp, and demanded my money. Would you believe that stupid john almost passed out? There he was, sitting in the mud, wearing a pair of ugly boxers, with this full oozing rubber barely hanging onto the head of his pitiful cock and he was barely conscious. I told him I wanted my money, but all he did was mumble something and tried, unsuccessfully, to get up. So I helped myself to his wallet and got the hell out of there, fast! HA HA HA! I took all of it! Yes siree, I took all the money he had... I took all his money?... I TOOK ALL HIS MONEY! My GOD! What have I done! I'm not a thief! I'm not even a whore! I'm just a business woman, for Pete's sake! But I took his money just like a common criminal! And I had cheap alley sex for money! And I got off from the whole degrading revolting act too! What am I doing? What am I becoming? This is going too far, WAY to far! I have to get control of myself. I have to stop doing this, stop being Bambie. Stop THEM!... But how? "Oh hi baby. You want some OHH!... Ummm, yes, just a little. I thought you were a john err I mean a guy that's all.... Well, yes, I can make a woman feel good too. But I gotta use some protection, you un'erstand? You know, like a dental dam, or a female rubber, no matter how much money I am... You want me to read this?" "The bearer of this card has been given a clean bill of health. Bambie B Dumb, the owned sex toy of The Mistress and The Master, will have unprotected sex with the person producing this card. Signed, the owners of Bambie the slave girl." "Ummm, yes, I'm Dumm. I mean, I'm Bambie and yes I'll do what is written on the card, if you want. Is there anything special you had in mind?... WHAT?!... But I don't do overnighters and weekends. That's just not what I do... Yes, I can read that document. It's a rental form of some kind. But... Yes, but... Ok, so it's a legal document signed by my owners offering to rent me as property to you for the entire weekend. But no court will... All right, I understand. I really have no choice after all, do I?" "Yes, my Mistress has trained me quite well in how to sexually satisfy another woman... umm, no, not really, before my Mistress I never really had a lesbian affair... Have I had any experience with B & D? A little, I was bound with some rope and gagged with a cloth between my teeth, but only a couple of times with my Master not with my Mistress. But it was... No, I never wore a leather discipline hood... or a single glove... or slept through the entire night cocooned in layers of rubber on the floor. But excuse me lady, I don't think I am what you are... Oh, well, sure, if you want me too, Mistress. But again, Mistress, I don't think... You want me to do what or you will tell my owners how much of a disobedient little fuck their street slut was to you? I see, well, if you put it that way. Yes Mistress... "Thank you Mistress... No Mistress the slave collar isn't tight. It's a bit snug, but not tight... Yes Mistress, your "rental unit" will meet you in your hotel room in twenty minutes... Yes Mistress, your slave understands you very well, Mistress... No Mistress, your slave doesn't want you to whip her ass either if she's late... Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress, good-bye Mistress."..... "FUCK! SHIT!! SON OF A BITCH!!"... What the hell is going on?!! Why are they doing this to me? Here I thought they were only interested in tricking me out like some late-night, part-time hooker. But now they're renting me out as some kind of weekend submissive sex slave. The weekend was supposed to be for me, my sacred time to be myself. Now THEY are taking control of that too. Forcing me to become some depraved, horny, rich-bitch's bondage fetish doll for the whole weekend. She even put this FUCKING dog collar on me to start things off with. Well this whole situation has gone far enough. If I don't do something now it will only get worst, much worst! I have to get out of here, get out of town, the city, the state, Hell, out of the country if need be. Maybe I can go to the police? Oh god, that would be so humiliating. To tell them my story? Shit, I don't think they would even believe me. My word as a slut and whore over my 'Mistresses' and 'Masters'? No, I can't do that. The news media would pick it up and my career, my whole life even, would be completely ruined. But I can't stay here and let them turn me into some perverted sex object. I have to leave, right away, tonight! There is a pay telephone half way down the block. I can call a cab with it. Have the cabby drive me home, change my clothes, pack my bags and take the next flight out of here. That's it! Those bastards aren't going to control me any more. "AHHHH!!!!... OUCH!!!!" "What the fuc AHHHHH!!" That hurts! And it's coming from this damn collar that fuck'n wacko bitch put on me. I've got to take it off before it kills me... "SHIT!!" It's locked on. I can't get it off. "OWWWWW!"... Oh no... "AHHHHHH"... Oh NO! Those BASTARDS!! They're doing this to me! If I walk away from where that woman's hotel room is located I get zapped. If I walk in the direction of her hotel I am okay. They are controlling me by remote control, like so me kind of robot! I have to call for help. "Hey Mister, PLEASE, can you hel... OWWWW!!" "Yes, you, can you... "OOOOWWWWWWWW!!" Oh NO! They can hear me too. "Can't you, You Bastards!" "OOOOWWWWWW!!!!" "No, nothing. I though you were someone else... Well FUCK YOU TOO!" "OUCH!!!" "I mean, I'm sorry!" Oh god.... I better start walking towards that hotel and keep my mouth shut. Maybe I can write a note or something? No, they're probably watching me too. Besides, who's going to believe a street slut anyway. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Now what am I gonna do? - The End - Story three coming soon. -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+