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Subject: {ASSM} Amy {Thndrshark} (Mf,nc,tor,bd,sm,toilet)
Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2001 19:10:03 -0500
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Amy

   by Thndrshark

   (Mf,nc,tor,bd,sm,toilet)



   ****************************************************** WARNING: This
story is fiction, and should be treated as such.  The following story is
for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit
sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT
read any further.  If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

   Although I am not the author, merely a reposter, this is a copyrighted
work of the author.  Reposting or any other use of it is strictly
prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder,
except that it may be posted as part of a review or posted to a
free-access, noncommercial archive site.

   DO NOT EMAIL ME WITH EITHER YOUR PRAISES OR YOUR COMPLAINTS AS I DID NOT
WRITE THIS STORY.  If I had the authors email address, it is included in
the story.  If not, I don't know how to contact the author either.

   DISCLAIMER: All characters are fictitious.  Any resemblance to anyone
either alive or dead is purely coincidental. 
******************************************************

   Not to be read by anyone under 18.  This story contains graphic
descriptions of sexuality, bondage, torture and other unmentionables.  If
this offends anyone, leave now.  This is fiction.



   The party was really just getting started.  Crowds of people had been
steadily streaming through the door the past two hours, everybody clad in
the most outrageous fetish wear imaginable.  The few exceptions were the
closet fetishists, out for their first evening off the chat groups and
realizing there is more to the scene than e-mail.  I was pleased at the
turnout.  As one of the organizers I had hoped that people would come check
it out, and I wasn't disappointed.  Now, I was manning the fantasy booth.
For fifty dollars you could fill out a fantasy to take place during the
party, ranging from foot worship to torture.  Most of the forms filled out
were rather tame and I was beginning to be disappointed.  A sad excuse for
a transvestite timidly turned in a form and I glanced at it out of
curiosity as I took his/her money.  She was pretty desperate, or just
really kinky.  The form covered all the ranges and this girl had checked
almost everything.  She had asked for an abduction/torture fantasy with
very few limits placed on the abductors.  Almost all the boxes were
checked, including severe whipping, breast torture, piercing and gang rape.
The only comment at the bottom was "no permanent injury," a smart exception
but also open to interpretation.  I noted the area reserved for abductee
response.  She wanted to struggle, resist and, regardless of her reaction,
the scene should continue for as long as the captors decided.  I watched
her stumble to the couch in the corner and slump down to it.  She was in no
shape to enjoy an abuction, much less even feel it.  I slipped the card
aside, determined to return her money later claiming lack of interest.

   As I watched the crowd I noticed a familiar face.  Amy had entered the
room in her usual flourish.  She was a beautiful model type; over six foot
in her heels, blonde hair and a slim figure.  Amy was quite impressive, and
I enjoyed picking up the magazines that featured her on their covers.  She
seemed to grace the pages of all the major magazines, providing many a
young lad fantasy material.  She was wearing a see-through lace top which
outlined her perfect breasts.  Sleek pvc pants covered her long legs.  She
was not my favorite person.  Most of my staff agreed.  She was famous and
beautiful, and she knew it.  At any party she proceeded to insult all of
us, or be rude to other guests while flirting with any cute guy she could
find.  She never showed interest in the more serious aspects of the party.
Her sole purpose seemed to pick up admirers.  I had a fantasy of showing
her the business end of a whip, but knew I would never have the opportunity
or would I?  I slid out the transvestite's fantasy card and glanced over at
her.  She had passed out on the couch as was partially covered in coats
from the coat check.  I noticed on the card that she had described herself
as a tall blonde, with shapely figure and commanding breasts.  She had,
however, not marked that she was a transvestite.  For all I knew, the card
perfectly described Amy.  I smiled my mischevious grin and motioned for the
dungeon runner.  Handing him the card he scanned the crowd and set upon
Amy. Asking if it was her card, I pretended not to notice and grunted
instead.  Taking this as assent, he took off to gather the troops.

   As usual, Amy had gathered a crowd.  Several men and a few young women
were clamoring around her as if she was a movie star, and she was eating it
up.  She rudely shoved some of them aside to talk to an attractive young
buck, handing her half finished drink off to a young girl, spilling it on
her corset at the same time.  I smiled at her impending fate.  She deserved
it.  Just then, five men from the dungeon came streaming up, led by the
runner.  He stopped and pointed at the oblivious Amy and they set out for
her.  Pushing the crowd aside, the men grabbed her harshly and pushed her
to the ground.  She screamed and kicked but was ignored as one man held her
sleek arms behind her back and another lashed her elbows and wrists harshly
together.  Another man was cutting off her top and pants until she was clad
only in her slim g-string.  Her legs were lashed together in several
places. She screamed and struggled, yelling for help and spitting abuses at
the men.  But, as the card said, she told them to ignore her complaints. 
One man grabbed a handful of her curly long hair and yanked back hard,
forcing a huge red ball gag deep into her mouth.  He strapped it on and
pushed her back to the ground.  For a moment they watched her stuggle on
the floor, then one man grabbed her feet while another laced his huge hand
into her long hair and they lifted, dragging her back down to the dungeon.

   It took me a few minutes to find my replacement at the counter so by the
time I got downstairs, Amy had already been strung up.  The basement
dungeon wa large, with a number of smaller areas clad with hanging chains,
bondage chairs and other paraphanelia.  Amy's captors had chosen the center
section, the largest of them all, providing them a number of creative
options for her torment.  She was spread eagle in the air, her arms and
legs pulled taught by the various winches and pulleys installed in the
ceiling.  Her toes just touched the ground, though she couldn't support her
weight on them.  She was trying to struggle but the winches were still
turning, removing all the slack from her body and reducing her fight to a
mere quiver.  A man was holding her hair while another finished affixing a
wide, hard rubber collar on her neck, locking it into place with a series
of padlocks.  I took a moment to admire Amy's body.  She certainly was
beautiful.  Her firm and sizable breasts pointed from her chest like
beacons, her nipples large and red.  Her muscled body looked great bound
like it was.

   She still struggled while two men positioned themselves in front and
behind her.  Both made show of the huge rubber whips they brandished,
swinging them around her so she could feel the air the hard strands
displaced.  I was amazed at her.  Despite her seemingly helpless situation,
she still carried her haughty attitude.  Rather than frightened, she was
indignant!  But that look disappeared quickly at the first double stroke of
the whips.  Dark red welts rose from her back and stomach and she howled
into her gag, the slapping sound echoing off the stone walls.  The whipping
continued for thirty minutes, both men covering her body with rows of
marks. The man in front focused on her breasts and inner thighs until both
were a tortured bright red.  Amy still looked angry, but fear was slowly
breaking down her tough exterior.  The crowd was cheering now, clapping at
each lash mark, oohing at the pain that was being inflicted.

   Finally, the whipping stopped.  Amy's head dropped forward as the men
walked off.  One thing was certain, she wouldn't be modeling any swimsuits
for awhile!  Her body was a sea of welts, covering her entire back and ass
as well as her breasts, stomach and thighs.  A new man took position in
front of Amy, brandishing a tray of viscious needles.  Rather than the
typical syringe needle, these looked more like knitting needles with an
extremely sharp end.  Amy recovered quickly from her previous pain and
began screaming anew as the man grasped one of her breasts and held the
needle close to the nipple.  The metal was sharp and slid quickly through
her already tortured nipples.  Her eyes rolled back and tears flowed anew
as she watched a trickle of blood escape her breasts and run down her
punished stomach.  A large needle pierced each of her nipples and were left
as the man continued on with her breasts.  Slightly smaller needles were
shoved into her breasts.  The pain was unbelievable and tears flowed freely
down Amy's face.  After a few moments, her breasts looked like a pin
cushon. You could barely hear her screams now, her voice had become raw and
weak from the struggle.

   A new tray was presented, carrying a series of steel rings and a
mysterious tool.  Removing the needles through the nipples, the man slipped
a thick steel ring through the new holes.  Amy's panties were cut off her,
revealing a clean shaven pussy.  Massaging her clit, the man encouraged it
to rise.  The tool, much like a hole punch, was fitted over her clit and
pressed, punching a small hole through the soft and sensitive skin.  Amy's
body tensed and a deep scream rose from her throat as she tried to escape
the piercing.  But the bonds were too snug and her head slumped down to her
chest as the man fitted her clit with its new ring.  Standing again, the
man pulled her head up and fitted the tool around her septum and punched
again.  Soon Amy had a nose ring dangling above her lip.  I smiled as the
most recent cover of Shape magazine crossed my mind, wondering how Amy's
striking body in a small bikini would have looked if she had been sporting
the thick collar and her new nose ring.  Amy's eyes where frantic as she
glanced at her newly modified body.  She knew she was experiencing a
lifestyle change.  The unfortunate part for her was that is was not
voluntary.

   The other needles were removed and the wounds treated with alcohol as
Amy was lowered from her suspension.  As she collapsed into her captor's
arms, she was held on her feet while her arms were bound behind her.  Thick
leather straps forced her wrists and elbows tightly together, pushing her
newly pierced nipples out as her shoulders were pulled back.  A chain
connected to a winch above was clipped to her wrists as her ankles were
spread wide again and chained snuggly to the floor.  A thin bar on a stand
was slid in front of her as the winch cranked her bound arms above her
head, forcing her to bend at the waist.  Her shoulders must have been
screaming as they pointed to the ceiling.  Eventually her body was bent
over the bar.  Another chain was stretched from her collar to a ring in the
floor beneath her, forcing her to stay in her bent position.  Her arms were
cranked skyward more, until Amy screamed from the pain in her shoulders. 
Satisfied, her captors removed her ball gag and slipped a finger through
her nose ring, yanked up.  As her mouth flew open in reaction, a man
slipped rubber blocks deep into her mouth, between her teeth.  Her mouth
was now forced open wide and she could not close it.  Her hair was tied
into a pony tail with a strand of leather laced in as well.  The strap was
connected to her elbow strap and pulled taught, forcing her head back hard.
I smiled as I saw the image that was intended.  Amy was now the perfect
victim for a gang rape.  Her legs were spread wide and she was bent over at
the waist, her torso parallel with the ground.  Her head was pulled back
hard, providing her mouth as the perfect target.

   The main captor addressed the audience.  "I invite all men to enjoy our
young victim at this time.  Her pussy, mouth and ass are fair game, I only
ask that you cum only in her mouth." I glanced at Amy as he said this and
watched as new tears began flowing.  He then leaned over her, "Now
understand, you are to swallow all cum.  If you fail this, I will
personally torture you." With that the men began.  I could see some of the
first men, their huge cocks pushing into Amy's mouth and ass.  It seemed
most people chose her asshole as a target, an orifice that most certainly
had never been violated before tonight.  Amy's reaction was priceless;
first surprised, then pain.

   An hour passed as Amy was repeatedly fucked.  She could hardly swallow
another load of cum as the last man came.  He shoved deep, forcing Amy to
swallow his cock, shooting his load straight into her stomach.  The chains
were released and she slumped over the horse, exhausted.  She was quickly
released, her hands retied behind her but now forced high up her back, with
a short piece of chain connecting the back of her collar and her wrists. 
To increase her discomfort, a strap was fed around her elbows and pulled
tight, forcing her elbows together behind her.  Her ankles were untied and
a short leash connected to her clit ring.  With a yank, Amy was led to her
next ordeal.

   The men's bathroom was larger than most for just this purpose.  In the
center of the room, Amy was forced to her knees.  Her ankles were tied to
her thighs and she was leaned back on a inclined rest.  Straps encircled
her body, holding her firmly to the steel support.  Once completed, Amy was
imobile.  Her mouth was forced open and a large tube was fed into her,
pushing down into her throat.  The other end was connected to a raised
basin in the center of the room.  Several men got the idea at once, quickly
pulling out there cocks, stepping up onto the platform and pissing into the
basin.  Amy could feel their urine invading her stomach, but she had no
choice.  I knew I had to get back to the fantasy booth, though I didn't
want to leave this sight.  But I knew she would be left like this for a
couple hours, giving all the guests equal opportunity to abuse Amy.  As I
backed out of the room, I caught sight of one man lowering his pants and
squatting over the basin.  Amy's eyes lit up at the thought of the feces
she would soon be forced to swallow.  But the only motion I could see from
her was her slightly distended stomach and the tears that flowed down her
cheeks.

   The party was winding down as it neared three a.m.  I looked at my watch
and closed the fantasy booth.  It had been a good idea, but a bust in
reality.  It seemed not many people where brave enough for it.  But I knew
it had all been worthwhile as I thought of Amy in the bathroom.  I wasn't
sure how to end that, though.  If I let her go on her own, she would most
likely sue us.  And with her money, she would certainly win.  On the other
hand, I couldn't just keep her, could I?  I mulled this over as I went
looking for Amy.

   The dungeon was nearly empty except for the center area.  I had to push
through the crowd again to see that Amy had been pulled out of the
bathroom, cleaned up and chained on her knees.  She was quite a mess.  Her
hair was tangled and her cheeks streaked with dry tears.  Her stomach
seemed to be very full, and I knew what it was full of!  I loved the way
the overhead spot caught the gleam off her new rings.  I glanced through
the crowd and noticed one of my partners, Rob, with a video camera.  I
slipped toward him and whispered in his ear.

   "Have you been taping long," I asked.

   "I got the whole thing!  I can't wait to show it to Marcus." Marcus was
our third partner who was in Vail skiing this weekend.  I had already felt
bad that he was missing this but now he could see it all.  He and Amy had
been an item at one point, but Amy had started sleeping around behind his
back, then acted as if he was at fault when he caught her.  Needless to
say, he would be pleased.

   But the video gave me an idea.

   In the end Amy was given to me.  I still keep her locked up in her small
cage and she has become a highlight of all parties, much like she always
thought she would.  After the party ended that night, we had brought her,
still bound, into our office and showed her the tape.  We told her we would
distribute the tape to every magazine and network we could if she didn't
keep quiet and do what we said.  I didn't realize until later that we
didn't need to go that far in bribing her.  We had completely broken her
spirit that night.  I still believe she was a closet submissive and always
wanted this.  Rob thinks she felt she was ruined for modeling.  Either way
she was a wonderful submissive now.  I smiled as I watched her give a
stranger a great blow job.  She had gotten good at that.  Too bad
prostitution was illegal too, we could make a lot of money off of our Amy.





   The End

  
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   I hope you have enjoyed the story.  If you have not seen the other
stories in my collection ("The Doctor", "Violet", "Part-Time", or "The
Stage") feel free to drop me a note and I would be happy to send them your
way.  For certain young ladies, I have been known to write custom stories
as well (no charge!) based on their fantasies.

   Thanks for reading!

   TS

   thndrshark@aol.com

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