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From: Alexis Siefert <ealexissiefert@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} DeGrading Policies (Weakest Link Round 3) {M+/F F+/F  F/M anal best hum nc blackmail) {Various Authors}
Date: Mon, 14 May 2001 03:10:04 -0400
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Dear Readers:

   The following story was written by 3 different authors as part of a
"Writers' Weakest Link" contest.  This story represents Round 3 of this
contest.  We began with 5 different writers, each writer contributing 500
or so words in a "relay" fashion.  None of the writers know who else is
playing, or who wrote the section(s) before them.

   At the conclusion of each round, the writers vote on their pick for the
strongest and the weakest section.  The writer of the strongest section
begins the next round, the writer of the weakest section does not continue
to the next round.

   To allow the readers to make their own decisions about this piece, I
have included the results of the voting only at the end.

   I'll happily pass on any comments or feedback that you, the reader,
would like to send.  Writers thrive on e-mail!

   Enjoy!

   Alexis.

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   "Show us your tits!  Bend over and spread 'em wide!"

   I must say, Suzanne put on a spirited strip tease for the Rowing Club.
She stood stage front with several spotlights illuminating her nakedness.

   Her current wardrobe was nothing more than a pair of high heels and a
blush.  At first she was hesitant, but the fake school newspaper with her
pictures and the article about student prostitution was enough to convince
her to perform.  The strip tease was a great start and after a few jolts
from my electric cattle prod, she really put on a show.  I thought everyone
appreciated me having her give herself a hand job once it was over.  Her
orgasm was loud and long.

   She stood like a dear in headlights as the audience shouted out obscene
comments.  While she looked at them in stunned disbelief, a ramp was moved
to the front of the stage.  As soon as it was in place, Pedro, walked to
the top of the ramp.  We were lucky to get the Blue Fox Club to lend us its
star performer and have the donkey shipped here from Mexico in less than 24
hours.

   "Suzanne, now that the audience is warmed up, why don't you seduce the
donkey and let us see how much of a slut you really are?"

   "I can't do it.  It's too disgusting."

   "My, my.  This could be your last night of abuse if you cooperate, or
else your out of school and everyone will know all the things you did.  Why
don't you warm up the donkey with a blow job?"

   She stalled for a minute, but was soon on her knees with the donkey's
cock buried in her mouth.  I was quite impressed at how much she could take
and decided I'd try her out myself a little later.

   Once she got the donkey hard, I made her get under the beast and help
him stick his jumbo woody into her pussy.  Her hand job got her wet so the
donkey had no problem fitting into her box.

   Pedro knew the game and soon was pumping away into Suzanne's cunt. 
Somehow she was able to keep the enormous red tool in place.  The audience
loved it, but like all good things, this too must come to an end.  After
about ten minutes of thrashing, Pedro finally got off with a loud, "Hee
haw" and Suzanne fell to the ground exhausted.

   "While the stage hands are cleaning Suzanne up, I want to make an
announcement." The audience quieted and listened to the rest of the
schedule.  "The next event will star Dr Helen Christodoulides and several
members of the Woman's Physical Education Department in a lesbian love
fantasy.  This should be a new experience for Suzanne, after which we'll
have the obligatory gang bang where every member of the club will use her
any way they want."

   The cheering started and didn't end until every bull dyke and horney
club member was exhausted.  Suzanne weeped a lot and passed out several
times during the course of the evening.  Fortunately we had sufficient ice
water to revive her.

   ~~~~~~~

   Even as I enjoyed what was happening on the stage, I kept part of my
mind free to exult over Nigel's mistakes.  I hadn't expected him to hire
Pedro but that stupidity would make my planned entertainment, and revenge,
all the sweeter.

   He'd gone too far.  Humiliation was one thing.  Turning her off sex
completely was stupid and could get us all in trouble.  No blackmail could
cover up the fact she'd been raped by that damn donkey.  Goddamn men and
their pricks.

   I nudged my two companions for the night.  Roger and Billy were looking
sick--and angry about what had just happened to Suzanne.  I looked down and
smiled when I realized that their pants were tented.  Roger's bulge was
almost too much for me to resist but I held back.  We had other plans.

   I kept my voice to a whisper as we finished our plans.  "Boys, are you
ready to get another chance at Suzanne and incidentally fuck up 'Nasty
Nigel's' plans to run the Club for another year?"

   Roger was the practical one.  Thank all the gods of sex that these two
were geeks.  "Suzanne fucked us good but *he* fucked up her life." He and
Billy shared a glance before he turned back to me.  I'd have to remember to
keep an eye on these two.  Geeks had too many ways to really fuck up
someone's life and Nigel had managed to get their attention.  "Count us
in."

   Billy grinned evilly.  "Trust us, Dr.  Christodoulides.  After tonight,
he's going to have more than Suzanne on his mind."

   Those were supposed to be my words.  I finally shrugged and nodded. 
"Ok, then.  Nigel's going to get a nasty shock when my girls start
pleasuring each other.  Remember, I want the two of you to repeat
everything they do to each other but do it to Suzanne.  That girl needs to
be reminded that sex is supposed to be *fun*.  Whatever you do, don't
forget the ball gag in her mouth.  We're screwed if she manages to blurt
out something stupid, such as 'I love you'."

   Billy nodded but there was something odd in his eyes.  "Thanks, Dr. 
Christodoulides.  When Suzanne mentioned you, we figured you'd be our best
chance." He stopped and blushed.

   I couldn't help but wonder at his words.  'Best chance for what?'

   Before I could ask, the girls had finished bringing in the bed and
setting the stage.  Nigel had a smug smile pasted on his face as he grabbed
the microphone and announced: "And now, our own Dr.  Helen Christodoulides
will take over and tell us what she has planned for our entertainment."

   "OK, boys.  I never thought I'd say it to a couple of kids, but after
tonight, I'll be in your debt."

   They looked at each other and something passed between them.  Roger
smiled in a fashion that reminded me of his father.  "Don't worry about us
trying to collect from you.  Dr.  Ross has marked your bill 'paid in
full'." He made the barest bow in my direction.  "Dr.  Christodoulides, I
believe you're on."

   ~~~~~~~~~~

   I like to think I'm a scholarly man of liberal attitudes, but I have to
admit the only Greeks I like are of the ancient variety.  Don't like dykes
all that much, either.  Nor female Heads of Department in academia, for
that matter.  Dr.  Helen Christodoulides had three strikes against her. 
The hairy sow could have her brief moment at the plate and then she could
waddle back to the dugout.

   I handed her the microphone and checked my watch.  I'd give her four
minutes.  Dykes should never be allowed to hog the spotlight.  They wallow
in it disgracefully and start to flirt.  Embarrassing.  Another minute with
the microphone and she'd want to sing "I Did It My Way."

   Hang on, what was she doing with those two nerds, Roger and Billy?  Hey!
What the hell?  Roger had me pinned in a bear hug and Billy was binding my
hands behind my back.  I struggled defiantly, but without issue.

   Dr Christodoulides had the microphone.  "Honored members of the
University Rowing Club," she announced with a flourish of her hand.  "To
complete tonight's entertainment, I present - live on stage - a coup.  And
I promise, you thirsty sods, it will not be a bloodless coup.  Nasty
Nigel's term at the top is over.  I'm now in charge, and for your
particular pleasure, he will taste my particular displeasure."

   She couldn't.  But she had.  And out there in the audience, the crowd
was going wild.  Ungrateful bastards.  After all I'd done for them, they'd
turned on me in a flash.

   In moments I was stripped, bent over and tied to a bench.  My balls
dangled nervously and I looked over my shoulder in trepidation, then wished
I hadn't.  Grinning evilly, the dyke usurper was strapping on a harness
from which protruded a giant, rampant, plastic cock.  Humiliatingly, it was
jauntily decorated with the blue-and-white colors of the Greek flag.

   "Grease," I called out hoarsely, imploringly.  "For pity's sake, give me
some grease."

   Bad choice of words.  I should have called for jelly.

   "You'll get Greece all right," Dr Christodoulides said into the
microphone as the audience rocked with laughter.  "Eleven inches of Greece,
coming right up."

   Dear God.  The pain was excruciating as she slammed in and up with one
mighty thrust.  All dignity gone, I cried like a baby.

   But it's interesting the way the brain works.  On one side of it I was
babbling, bawling, broken.  On the other I was noting with clinical
academic observation the remarkable irony of the situation.  If I was going
to be toppled from power, at least it was being done in the classical Greek
and Roman manner.  There was a certain degree of satisfaction in knowing my
teachings had not been all in vain.

   At last it was all over.  The bitch from hell withdrew, and I looked
back, panting.  No!  In her place, eyes burning like red coals, was Perfect
Perkins.  She was naked, strained and stained, and she was twitching a
wicked-looking whip with split ends.

   Oh fuck.  I had a sinking feeling I had not yet begun to hurt.

   ~~~~~~

   Dear Readers:

   The writers for this round have selected Part 1 as the weakest and Part
3 as the strongest.

   Round 4 coming soon!

   Alexis.

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