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From: "Deja User" <empath69@my-deja.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Alphabet Game: Young Blood"{Dancer}(bg nc bd cbt viol)
Date: Thu, 10 May 2001 12:10:02 -0400
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{ASSM}"Alphabet Game: Young Blood"{Dancer}(bg nc bd cbt 
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Admonition: This story contains explicit descriptions of 
people engaging in careless and unprotected sexual 
activity.  PLEASE do not emulate these people since they 
are fictional characters existing in a fantasy world where 
sexually transmitted disease and unwanted pregnancy don't 
happen.  You don't live in such a world, so "let's be 
careful out there."

Oh, and minors shouldn't be reading this stuff - if you 
can't place the quote I just made in the last paragraph, 
you probably aren't old enough to be flipping through ASS*. 
Bugger off and watch 'TV Land' instead, so you can bone up 
for little age-testing quizzes like this! :)


Copyright notice: Dancer, the author of this smutty little 
opus, holds all rights of reproduction.  Private copies for 
personal perusal and archives for NON-commercial 
distribution are permitted by her.


Plea for attention: The only reward ASS* authors can expect 
is the joy of sharing their creation with the rest of 
humanity.  But wait - how does that author KNOW if people 
are reading and enjoying his story?  Yep; if you like a 
story posted to alt.sex.stories.*, the fair thing to do is 
email the author and tell them so.  I promise that it'll 
make YOU feel good to send them kudos, after all, Mark 
Twain said, "The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to 
cheer someone else up."  As always you may contact me (and 
my wife Dancer) through my 'legacy' Deja News email 
account:             <empath69@my-deja.com>  
(Wow, I'm not just an author, now I'm an AGENT, too!  ;)


Editor's Note: Here it is - part twenty-five of Dancer's 
'Alphabet Game'; twenty-six hot, little vignettes she 
whipped out in something like a week or two - Lord Malinov 
eat your heart out with that semi-annual 'story-a-day' run 
I remember *way* back in the 20th century! ;) (Is he still 
around?)

And relax - these stories are all self-contained - you 
don't HAVE to read them in order, or read any of the ones 
that might squick you...like this one!  

Seriously, this has some of *my* personal dislikes in it, 
but it's still mild in comparison to SOME of the posted 
here.  And when you consider it along with its sequel 
(which I will post next week after the alphabet stories are 
done) it's not very bad at all...

Ah, twenty-five; ALMOST done.  Then I can get started on 
posting her regular stories (and she just mentioned she 
will send of ANOTHER disk soon(!)) and - god forbid - work 
on MY OWN stories.:)
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The Alphabet Game (25/26)
Young Blood
Copyright Dancer 2001

Nick was stripped naked and escorted down a long, narrow 
hallway by people dressed all in white. He was afraid of 
what would happen to him now that he had gone through the 
locked door. The other boys told horror stories about the 
locked door at Devshom Academy. How boys taken to the other 
side were never heard from again and their screams haunted 
the building. "What's going to happen to me?" Nick asked 
his escorts.

"You are to be trained as the new supplicant," one replied, 
the voice muffled behind the mask. They took Nick to a 
padded room with an examination table in the center. He was 
strapped spread eagle over the table and one of the people 
in white attached a leather collar underneath his scrotum 
and around his penis. His penis hardened quickly and the 
collar was tightened even more. Then a pair of well-covered 
alligator clips were clamped over his tiny male nipples and 
the little metal bells jingled when he moved.

Something cold and wet touched his anus and Nick jolted. 
One of the people petted his hair. "Relax, Nick. This is 
part of the training." He screamed shrilly as he felt his 
rectum being stretched. "Calm down, it's okay."

"What are you doing?" Nick pleaded.

"A phallus is being inserted inside you. Just relax and 
breathe deeply."

"It's in. Let's go," the white leader told the group. They 
left Nick strapped down and the implements of torture in 
place. He tried to push whatever was in his rectum out but 
it stayed snugly in his bottom. His penis was painfully 
hard with no relief in sight. He lay on the table for 
several hours before the door opened and two men entered 
with a young girl. Nick recognized the girl as a former 
classmate, Becky Filmore, who had disappeared behind the 
locked door two years earlier.

Becky was nude as well and had some sort of tail sprouting 
between the globes of her bottom. Her nipples also were 
decorated with clamps and her hands were cuffed at the 
small of her back. One of the men commanded, "Becky, heel." 
She dropped to her knees; legs apart and head bowed. "Good 
girl," the man told her. The second man worked at the 
leather bindings on Nick's arms and legs. He was hoisted 
off the table by the man who cuffed his hands behind his 
back.

"Nick, you have been chosen become our new supplicant," 
said the second man. "You can call me Tom and the other 
man, Bob. You must do whatever we ask or be punished 
harshly. I know this is all strange and new to you but I 
promise you will learn to enjoy yourself. Now, I want you 
to put your penis inside Becky's vagina."

"Becky, open," Bob commanded. Becky lay on her back and 
pulled her bent knees to her chest. Tom helped Nick get in 
position between her legs and gently tucked the boy's 
erection inside Becky's hole. Bob took a handkerchief from 
a pocket and folded it neatly. "Becky, mouth." She opened 
her mouth wide and Bob stuffed the material inside, gagging 
her.

Tom placed a hand at Nick's neck. "I want you to push your 
penis in and pull it out but not completely." The boy did 
this once. "Keep doing it, Nick, that's right. Good boy." 
Nick pushed himself in Becky and pulled out most of the 
way, working his hips. He felt a tightening in his stomach 
and paused. "Why did you stop?"

"My stomach hurts," Nick whined.

"That's your instincts telling you to ejaculate," Tom 
explained. "Keep doing what you're doing until I tell you 
to stop." Nick went back to pistoning his hips, thrusting 
his dick inside Becky until his knees were bleeding. He 
felt a tingling deep in his colon when Tom switched on the 
vibrator in Nick's ass. Nick cried out and ejaculated his 
semen in the girl's vagina. Tom's nostrils flared and he 
jerked Nick's hair painfully. "Did I say you could 
ejaculate, Nick?"

"No."

"You'll need to be punished for disobeying me. Open your 
mouth." Nick parted his lips and Tom shoved a piece of 
cloth inside. Bob handed Tom a long strap of leather and 
Nick was pushed roughly to the floor. Bob held Nick's legs 
down by sitting on them.

"Becky, sit." Becky immediately sat on the boy's chest, 
facing Bob. Nick jerked at the first stroke across his 
penis and started bawling. Tom whipped the flaccid flesh 
nine more times until Nick could no longer feel anything 
down there. He threw the strap away and watched as Bob 
removed Becky's gag. He ordered, "Becky, suck." Her lips 
covered Nick's penis. "Becky, bite." She chewed along the 
welted skin and caused the boy to faint in agony.

End part 25

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Editor's Postscript: Yeesh; I think that the first time 
I've *seen* 'cbt' used as a story-code, despite my near-
memorization of Uther's relevant FAQ!  <shiver of revusion> 
Ugh!  I think she added the worse aspects of that 
'punishment' just to squick me, her husband! :)



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