Message-ID: <30404asstr$990457804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <ealexissiefert@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <20010521055103.44513.qmail@web12204.mail.yahoo.com> From: Alexis Siefert <ealexissiefert@yahoo.com> Subject: {ASSM} DeGrading Policies (4/4) (Writer's Weakest Link) {blackmail, nc} Date: Mon, 21 May 2001 11:10:04 -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/Year2001/30404> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, english Dear Readers: The following story is the final round of a "Writer's Weakest Link" contest. It began with 5 authors writing in relay fashion with a 500 word limit per story section. At the end of each round, the writers voted on the section they felt was the "weakest." That author did not continue to the next round. What follows is round 4, which brought our final 2 authors head-to-head. All of the original 5 writers voted on the ultimate winner of this round, and the ultimate winner of the contest. Of course, the real winners are the readers. Thank you to all the authors for their participation and their patience as we wrap up this first Writer's Weakest Link contest. Please, the authors would love to hear from you. I'll eagerly pass along any comments you are inclined to make. Alexis. PS - the results are posted at the end of the story. Enjoy! __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Auctions - buy the things you want at great prices http://auctions.yahoo.com/ <1st attachment, "Round 4 Complete.txt" begin> Hiss/thwack! Jesus, the pain was blistering. Where did this slip of a girl learn to do that? I looked back under my left armpit, and she stood haloed by the spotlight, legs apart, a naked avenging angel. Swish/crack! Christ, she was slicing me to ribbons. Why wasn't I screaming? Why was I suffused with this strange, warm glow? And why did I have the first bone-hard erection that I'd had in three years? Despite the agony, the ecstasy made my head spin. I looked again at Perfect Perkins. Eyes ablaze, she was terrible but she was beautiful. Suddenly, heart-breakingly, skin-shreddingly, I was in love. Fizz/smack! The skin on my back was broken. I was on fire. Exultantly, I lifted my head. "More," I screamed. "For pity's sake, give me more." Music. Oh no, Dr Christodoulides was singing into themicrophone: "For what is a man, what has he got? "If not himself, then he has naught. "To show the things he truly feels; "Indeed the words of one who kneels. "The record shows he took the blows - "And did it his way!" I blacked out. I must have, because I opened my eyes and saw her leaning over me, concern on her sweet face. My awful angel, Perfect Perkins. "I love you, Suzanne Perkins," I croaked. I was huddled on a couch in the back office of the University Rowing Club auditorium. She was swabbing my ripped and torn back soothingly, and the nipples of her breasts were brushing my bare shoulder. My long-lost erection sprang back to life, straining with energy and anticipation. "I love you," I said again. Her eyes locked on mine with feverish intensity. "We're both fucked here," she said. "Take me away with you. Prof, if I can whip you every day, I'm yours." My heart lurched like a happy teenager. So did my cock. She loved me! Hmm. I recalled the letter lying on my desk, offering me the position of Emeritus Professor of Ethics at the University of Alaska in Fairbanks. "What does cold weather do for you?" I asked her. She smiled grimly and gripped my hard cock with a strong hand. "It makes my nipples hard and it makes me mean." ^^^^^ "Yes. I understand. Thank you." I was numb as I hung up the phone. "Professor?" Shit. How do I tell Suzanne what has happened? "I don't understand it. The University of Alaska refused to accept me. Something about this one refusing to release me from my contract because of my excellent management of the Rowing Club. It doesn't make sense." The door banged open and Helen Christodoulides stood there. "What the fuck are you doing?!" Her breasts were heaving and she was shouting as she stalked over and tossed a piece of paper on my desk. "Nigel, I don't know how the hell you did it, but the regents rejected me as the duly elected President of the Rowing Club. 'Moral turpitude and conduct that doesn't conform to the image required of an institution of higher learning'." She ignored Suzanne and leaned on my desk. "Come on, Nigel. I had it cold. You're screwed if you stay here after what happened. Tell me how you managed to fuck me. I know you have the job in Alaska if you want it." "I didn't fuck you. I don't have the Alaska job. The regents won't let me go because they want me to stay on as President of the Rowing Club." Something happened that I thought I'd never see. Dr. Helen Christodoulides was speechless. Stunned, she carefully sat in the other chair in front of my desk. My lover and my worst enemy sat opposite me. Both of them wanted me off the campus. *I* wanted off the campus. "Suzanne? Do you really love me?" She nodded. "Helen? You still hate my guts and would love to see them frozen. Right?" She chuckled and grinned. At least *she* hadn't changed. "What the fuck do we do?" I was grasping at straws. If Helen Christodoulides couldn't think of a way to sort this out, we were well and truly screwed. "Not a fucking thing, Professor." Roger Van Den Berg III was leaning insolently against the door frame. When he knew he had our attention, he started laughing softly. "What made you fools think you could blackmail the son of a Supreme Court Judge?" He went on relentlessly. "Never mind. I needed an edge. The three of you are it. None of you are going anywhere. Suzanne is going to graduate in a couple of years, with honors. I had plans for her but she's been fucked by a donkey. Can't have someone like that too close to me, can I? I don't want her to feel left out so I imagine I might be able to find her a good position in the entertainment industry." He started laughing again. It was an evil laugh. A knowing laugh. He paused in his laughter and his eyes got hard. "We too--have our private clubs. I control you and through the three of you, a good part of this university. I don't think the club I have in mind is going to reject my application for membership. Give me another 15 years or so and who knows? President of the USA has a nice ring to it." As he walked away, his cynical laughter hung there. Taunting us. Mocking us. ~~~~~~~~ Dear Readers: Dr. Spin, the writer of Section 1 of this story, has been voted by his fellow authors as the strongest writer of this round and therefore the "winner" of our game. Congratulations, Spin. It was a long race. Alexis. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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