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Subject: {ASSM} Mardi Gras (M+F, NC)
Date: Wed, 11 Apr 2001 18:10:03 -0400
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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.
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Mardi Gras

As I lay there, blindfolded, bound, and gagged, I thought back to how it all
started.  I am or was an attractive, popular small town girl.  I had it all.
I was 17, 5'7, 125lbs with honey red hair and ice blue eyes, and a 36D bust.
I was bored.  There was never anything to do in this town.  I hungered for
the excitement of the city.  Mardi Gras was only a couple of days away and I
was determined to be in New Orleans for the festivities.  If I had only
known then what I know now....
Knowing that my father would never let me go, I told him that I was spending
a week or so with my cousins in Florida.  He never suspected a thing.  A
couple of my friends had booked a hotel room not far from Bourbon St.  I
tagged along with them.
When I finished unpacking, I showered and dressed for the streets.  For me
that meant I wore a thin wrap around skirt with a lacy tank top.  At first I
didn't have any problems.  I was just like any other tourist.  However as
the day turned to night, things changed.
I was walking along Bourbon St., drinking and laughing with my friends, not
seeing the danger that awaited me.  By the time I realized that I had become
separated from my friends it was already too late.  A man had been watching
me from a distance since earlier that day.  When he noticed my friends and I
become separated, he closed the distance. I was disoriented both from the
drinking I had been doing and my unfamiliarity with the city.  It was easy
to for him to lure me away from the crowded street with lies of having seen
my friends go around the corner.  He led me through a maze of streets.  I
completely lost track of where we were.  We could have traveled blocks or
miles.  I have no way of knowing.
Finally, he shoved me through a doorway.  As I stumbled, he slammed and
locked the door behind us. I still didn't understand what was happening to
me.  I didn't realize the predicament I was in until he started to approach
me with a dangerous gleam in his eye.
My eyes widened and I started to cry as I began to understand what he meant
to do to me.  I begged him to let me alone.  I had never been with a man
before.  I was, in fact, still a virgin.  That admission only made him more
eager to have me.
He told me to stand before him.  When I refused, he slapped me across the
face hard enough that I saw stars.  He then repeated his order explaining
that the punishments would become harsher if I continued to disobey.
He stared hungrily at me as I stood there helplessly crying.  He told me to
remove my top.  I was afraid, so I did.  He circled me slowly and told me to
gently slide my skirt down inch by inch.  What choice did I have?  I was
locked in this house with him and he had the key.  As my skirt slowly slid
down past my pelvis I wished I had worn underwear that day.  Even my lacy
thong would have been something.  As it was though, he had a perfect view of
my unshaven pussy.  When a last my skirt was in a puddle around my feet, he
told me to step away from it.  He said I wouldn't be needing it any longer
or any other clothes for that matter.
I tried to cover myself with my hands and that earned me another resounding
slap.  He yelled that I was to never hide myself from his eyes.  He said
that from this moment on I was his and he could do any thing he wanted to do
to me.  He told me to lay down on the bed with my arms and legs stretched as
far apart as I could.  Once I was there, he sat upon my stomach and placed
restraints around my wrists and ankles.  He then chained them to the four
corners of the bed.
Now he stared at me.  He stared so long and hard that I couldn't help
squirming.  He touched my breast, my stomach, then my legs.  Always with a
feather light touch that stopped just short of tickling.  When he placed his
mouth upon my nipple, I thought I would explode from the feelings.  He
slowly traced a line with his hot mouth from my breast to my navel and then
lower.  I tensed as he approached my curls.  No one else had ever touched me
there before.  I was excited and scared.  I didn't know what to expect.  He
slid his tongue down around my outer lips, teasing me, making me want...making
me want something to relieve the tension.  I grew wetter than I had ever
been before.  Gently he licked at my clit, nibbled at it, teased me not
letting me cum until I grew desperate.  Then he slid one finger inside me
until it reached my hymen.  He pumped it in and out, driving me crazy with
need.
Then he stood up away from me.  He stared at my suffering unsatisfied body.
He asked me what I wanted.  I told him I wanted to cum.  He asked me what I
would do to be allowed to cum.  Oh God, I'll do anything, anything just let
me cum.  "How do you address me, slave?", was accompanied by a sharp
pinching twist to both of my still very hard nipples.  As I moaned in pain
that was greater than any I `d known before, he said, "I'm waiting, slave."
"Master...Master, please let me cum."  I gasped.  With that he unzipped his
pants and pulled out his cock.  I had never seen a cock before and this one
was a monster.  Ten inches long and four inches thick, I thought it would
kill me.  As I stared at him I lost my desire in an overwhelming wave of
fear.  It would split me open.  " Oh no, please no....Don't do that."  My
begging only seemed to make it grow bigger.  I could do nothing to protect
myself, spread open as I was.  I had no defense, as he approached my pussy
with his cock pointing straight at me.  He didn't even bother lubricating
his cock.  He just pushed it in me.  I thought for sure the first thrust was
going to kill me, but nothing prepared me for the pain of when he reached my
hymen.  He slammed into me tearing through, my screams of agony just driving
him on.  As my blood helped lubricate my violated pussy, he slammed into me
harder and harder until he reached my cervix.  The pain was overwhelming, I
almost passed out.  Then he pulled out until just the head was still inside
me.  I was thankful for the relief, until he slammed all ten inches back
inside me. up and into my cervix.  That must have been his intention all
along.  I felt his balls unleash their hot load deep in my womb.  He had
made me pregnant.  I just knew it.  It was that time in my cycle.
I laid there crying, mortified at what had just happened to me.  I was
terrified that he was going to kill me now that he was done raping me.  If
only he had.....
Instead he pulled his still semi-hard cock out of my aching pussy.  He went
to a nearby dresser and picked up what looked to be a handful of chains.  It
turned out I was in for even more pain and terror.  He told me step by step
what he planned to do to me.  First, he was going to attach nipple clamps to
my sore nipples, then a clamp to my clit.  He teased my nipples until they
were rock hard once again and placed the devices tightly on them.  I
screamed I never knew there could be such pain.  He slapped me and told me
to shut up.  I was still whimpering, I couldn't help it.  So he got this
rubber ball attached to a leather strap.  He told me to open my mouth.  When
I didn't, he yanked on the chain connecting the nipple clamps.  When I
screamed he shoved the ball gag in my mouth and tied it behind my head.  Now
I could barely breath, much less scream.  He hadn't blindfolded me yet.  He
wanted me to see what he was doing.  He moved lower on my body.  Down to my
most private part that he had just violated.  He bent his mouth over my
curls and licked sending shivers up my spine.  He teased my clit until it
was hard again.  Then he attached the clamp.  If it hadn't been for the gag
in my mouth, I'm sure they'd have heard my scream all the way to Florida.
Now he teased me, back and forth pleasure then pain, pain then pleasure,
until I didn't know which was which any more.  He would touch me gently one
minute, then pull on one of the chains the next.  I was becoming delirious
with the need to cum.  When suddenly, he stopped.  He went back over to the
dresser and returned with a plastic cock with a cord.  I didn't know what to
think.  It was huge, bigger than the cock he had so violently raped me with
before.  I started whimpering again.  It had to be at least 12 inches long
and a good 6 inches thick.  This time he used a lubrication on it.  He
placed a pillow under my lower back.  Then placed the dildo at the opening
to my anus.  He was going to try to put that thing in my ass!!  I tried to
thrash around but it did me no good.  He pushed it slowly but steadily into
my ass.  Every once in a while he would turn it a little, I don't know if he
did this to cause me more pain (which it did) or to more fully lubricate the
dildo.  Finally, It was all the way inside my ass.  Now I found out what
that cord was for.  It was a control device.  It controlled both the speed
of the vibrations and the amount of jolt he would give me.  See this was no
usual vibrator.  It had a steel tip that extended at the press of a button.
He used the electric jolts to punish me when I didn't do exactly as he
wanted.
Now that my ass was filled, he went back to the dresser.  This time I
recognized what he had right away.  It was a whip.  The handle was 8 inches
of braided leather.  There were 6 leather thongs attached to it.  Each thong
was 12 inches long.  I was terrified.  Now he was going to kill me.  I knew
it.  He was going to beat me to death in this humiliating position.
The first lash of the whip landed on my already sore breasts.  The next on
my flat stomach.  He varied the strokes so I would never know where they
would hit or how hard.  Some where feather touches.  Others left welts.  I
don't know how long he beat me, I must have passed out at some point.  The
next thing I knew was the searing pain in my ass as he turned up the juice
on the dildo.  I was instantly alert.
Beating me had made him hard again.  He came at me with his engorged cock.
He meant to fuck my pussy again, while that dildo was still in my ass.  Oh,
God.  This couldn't be happening to me.  He rammed his cock deep inside my
pussy.  Between the dildo in my ass and his cock in my pussy, I thought I
was going to burst.  Finally he settled into a rhythm and I could deal with
the pain.  Actually, It didn't feel to bad.  Until he pulled on the chain
connected to my clit.  The clamps dug into the tender skin and I almost
fainted again.  He stopped that by sending another jolt into my ass.  That
caused my abdominal muscles to contract and release uncontrollably.  That
must have been his goal, because suddenly I felt the same rush of warmth
inside me as the firstt time he raped me.
This time I could tell he was tired.  I thought this is it.  Either he's
going to let me go or he's going to kill me.  I didn't know which was worse.
Being killed by this maniac or being sent home raped and pregnant.  But he
surprised me again.  That was when he blindfolded me and left.  At least I
think he left.  I heard a door open and close.  But he could be sitting
there watching me.  Staring at me, while I lay here helpless.
Now I lay here waiting.  Waiting for what I don't know.  I wish I could go
home.  I wish I had never left home.  God, how could I be so stupid.

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