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Subject: {ASSM} Desert Fun (Mfm, violent, nc, piercing, anal) by Foxbat
Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2001 23:10:05 -0400
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Desert Fun (Mfm, violent, nc, piercing, anal) By Foxbat



   Disclaimer: The characters in this story are completely fictional, and
bear no intended resemblance to characters in real life.  This story
contains graphic sex, in some cases non-consensual, and should not be read
if such stories are illegal in your state, or if you are a minor.

   Please feel free to distribute this, on the condition that the
disclaimer and author's name remain intact and unaltered.

   Feedback is appreciated: the_foxbat@hotmail.com

   Extra Warning - This story is sick.  Very sick.  Don't read it if this
stuff bothers you, and don't email me to tell me what a sick fuck I am -
I'll just take it as a compliment.  Most of my stories aren't this violent,
but I was in a pissy mood....



   Let's face it - it had been a hard day at work, and all I wanted now was
to have a little fun.  I don't think little Johnny was seeing it that way
though as he finally stopped convulsing and lay still on the desert floor.
As his girlfriend rushed over to him and began holding him, I learned his
name was actually Paul.  Whatever.  After a while, you just stop caring.

   The night's activities had started about 3 hours earlier, when I drove
my trusty old truck out to the edge of town at sunset, and parked it behind
a bluff near what was the local make out point.  I had the big bag o' fun
in the back, and, after making sure all my supplies were present, I watched
the sun set behind the horizon in a beautiful display of color that only
the West has to offer.  I couldn't wait.  And waiting was always the
hardest part.  Two hours lying on your back in a ditch fending off the
critters of the desert ain't easy, but its always worth it.  Cause
eventually some cute little couple comes along like Paul and his cutesy
girlfriend.  When they first rolled in, I could tell they were the ones I
wanted.  A few other cars and trucks had already come and gone, but this
couple waited it out - they wanted to be alone.  Maybe this was someone's
big night?  Who knows.  I could hear their voices drift softly in the
cooling dry air.  Little giggles, a few grunts, a moan here and there.  I
eased myself out of my ditch, silently dug in the big bag o' fun, and found
proper tool to start the festivities.  I then proceeded to stand up
straight, walk over to the car, and open the front driver door.  Some
things never fail - and this is one of them.  Just as they always do, this
lanky teenage guy jumps out trying to look tough and cover his crotch at
the same time, while thinking of a good way to tell me off for interrupting
his little hookup session with the GF.  I used to like to listen to the
things they came up with, but I no longer really cared, so I cut to the
chase, and jabbed him in the belly with the cattle-prod I was holding. 
Now, I don't know how many of you have seen a cattle-prod before, but its
not something you mess with.  It's a long rod with an electrode on the end
and its designed to cause significant pain to cattle that weigh thousands
of pounds.  When used on a human, the effects are about as you would
imagine.  Paul's face went taught with surprise, as his body stiffened
before he fell over and the convulsions started.  Usually they just spas
for a few minutes and then go limp and start drooling, and Paul was no
exception.

   The cute piece of ass that thought she was his girlfriend managed to
forget the fact that she was buck naked and jumped over the console and out
of the car rushing to his side.  The romantic minute was disrupted, though,
when I caught her by the hair and spun her back around and pitched her back
in the car.  I grabbed the twitching lump of flesh formerly known as Paul
and tossed him in the backseat before getting in the front, prod still in
hand.

   I gave the girl a look which said, "if you fuck with me, I'll reduce you
to a twitching wreck even faster than I did to you boyfriend." She replied
with a look that said, "Please don't reduce me to a twitching wreck with a
cattle-prod - I'll do anything you say." Now that we had established the
understanding, I started up the engine and we rolled slowly further out
into the desert, since I couldn't risk our fun being interrupted by another
horny teenage couple looking to get their rocks off.

   It was about at this point that the girlfriend (whose name I later
learned was Melissa) realized that she was naked, sitting in a car with a
total stranger.  She started trying to cover herself with her hands, and I
let her, since this would be the last semblance of virtue that would be
left to her this fine night.

   When we were satisfactorily far into the desert, I put the car in park,
and got out, reaching into the back to drag the still unconscious Paul out
by the hair and dump him in a pile on the desert floor.  I shot Melissa a
look which got her out of the car as well, although still trying to cover
herself.

   This was the first time I'd really had a good look at Melissa, and I was
not disappointed.  I put the cattle-prod back into the big bag o' fun,
leaving it in easy reach though, and pulled out a nice riding crop.

   After one sharp stroke at her hands, Melissa bared her treasures to the
night, and, more significantly, me.  She had nice auburn hair to shoulder
length, and full breasts which jiggled ever so slightly when she moved
around.  I dropped my eyes approvingly to her crotch, where the bush was
nicely trimmed and maintained.  The hairy ones always made me feeling like
I was fucking an ape or something.

   Finishing my visual inspection, I decided it was time for the fun to
start.

   "Blow him," I said to Melissa, pointing to Paul's unconscious form.  She
gave me a questioning look and I made the universal gesture for
suckie-suckie.  She gently got down on her knees and reached out for his
now shriveled cock.  I watched her put it in her mouth, and begin her
ministrations, as I moved around behind her, gesturing for her to spread
her legs wider apart with my crop.

   "I'd suggest you get him to come around soon, cause if you don't, then
you'll just have to be the center of attention," I told her in my best
evil-man voice.  I watched her renew her efforts trying to bring life to
his scared pathetic dick.  After walking around them a few times, I stopped
at Melissa's side.  The way she was on all fours, her tits hung down,
begging me for some attention.

   So I oblidged - I lined up one tit like it was a golf ball and my crop
was the club.  My first swing would have been a 300 yard drive, as my crop
smacked into her tit flesh.  She lurched forward from a combination of pain
and the force of the impact and nearly bit the poor kid's dick off.  I
could see the tears forming in her eye as I walked around to the other side
and repeated the procedure, leaving a nice dark red welt down the side of
her tit.

   This added serious motivation to her ministrations, and the effect began
to show as he stirred and his eyes began to flutter.  A splash of cold
water from my canteen succeeded in bringing him all the way around,
sputtering.  I could see him trying to figure out what the hell had
happened.  Before he could say anything dumb though, I flipped Melissa my
role of duct tape and instructed her to tape his mouth shut and then to
take his hands behind his back.  Eyes downcast, she complied.

   Now the fun could start - out came the piercing kit.  It was actually a
very clever device, and very well designed for what it did.  It was roughly
based on a pliers, but had a hole bored through what would otherwise be the
clamping part.  On one side, a tube with one end cut at n angle to do the
actual piercing extended through the hole, and when the pliers were closed,
the tube went through the hole on the other side.  The tube itself was made
of a hard plastic and would be left around the piercing and have to be cut
off afterward.  It was compatible with bar and ring pierces, and I had
stock of both.

   The first victim of my tool was going to be Melissa's left nipple.  I
told her to lie down, and I put lover-boy where I could keep an eye on his
sorry ass.  I then knelt across her chest, effectively holding her down if
she decided to struggle.  I fitted a new tube into the piercer, and got out
a nice metal ring maybe an inch in diameter, which was opened into a C
shape.  After a little alcohol swabbing, I lined the sharp end of the tube
up right behind her left nipple, made sure the everything was set up right.
In one swift motion I squeezed the pliers closed on her nipple.  She
screamed loudly.  The sharp end of the tube punched through her breast
behind the nipple, where it emerged slightly bloody through the hole in the
opposite side.  I then released the pliers, leaving the tube piercing her
tit, and she sobbed hysterically and tried to get away.  I rotated the C
shaped ring through the tube so that the open end was facing upwards, and
used a second real pliers to force it shut.  The ends of the ring itself
were notched such that once shut, it would lock and require serious pliers
work to undo.  When the ring was locked, I slid the piercing tube around
and snipped it off with a flick of my knife.  By this point, her pleas for
me to stop were reduced to incoherent babble.

   I repeated the procedure with her right tit, to her renewed screams.  I
could see Paul considering taking action, but one glance towards the shock
prod fixed that.  Once her second fitting was secure, I reached back for
the alcohol bottle and emptied it onto her new pierces.  The effect was
immediate.  I rolled to the side as she screamed, jumped up clutching her
burning breasts and started shrieking again.  I just waited until the fit
died down, and picked up the prod.

   Now that I had her attention, and his too, I was ready for round one of
fucking to commence.  I tossed Paul a hammer and a tent stake and had him
drive it into the ground with a small length of chain going through it.  I
pushed Melissa back onto her knees, and had him clip her new tit rings to
the short chain, effectively limiting her movement to about two inches in
any direction.

   "You've got two minutes before you're going to fuck her, so I suggest
you get her wet and yourself hard.  You're not much good anything else, so
get at it."

   With his hands bound behind his back, and his mouth taped shut, finding
a way to stimulate her wasn't easy.  He settled for kneeling behind her,
and using his nose to prod her cunt into some semblance of arousal.  After
about a minute, I told him time was up.

   "Better mount up - if things get boring here I'll have to make them more
interesting." He struggled to his feet, and tried to do the best he could
to maneuver his dick into her from behind.  She wasn't making things easy
either, as she was still sobbing and crying from the pain in her tits and
was probably dry as a bone.  Eventually, he managed to get it in her
(although I could tell from the increased tempo of her sobbing it wasn't
pleasant going), and while resting his weight on her, shifted his feet
forward of her knees so he could pump her from behind most effectively.

   It was a short and uninteresting hump for the most part - him grunting
and trying to maintain the position, and her moaning with each stroke in
pain and trying to move as far away from him as her staked-down tits would
allow.

   Too uninteresting.  So I got out the bullwhip, and walked around behind
them.

   My timing was perfect - the first stroke landed right on Paul's
ass-crack while he was on an outstroke.  With a shriek of pain which
penetrated the duct tape, his hips rocketed forward, impaling Melissa
swiftly, and slamming her forward against her nipple pierces, as she
matched his shriek of pain.

   I could see Paul increase his tempo in a desperate attempt to get off
before the whipping could continue, but to no avail as the second stroke
made contact, and another round of shrieks emanated from the rutting
teenagers.

   I continued to this effect for a little while, varying the timing of my
strokes to keep them off guard and to build the suspense.  I found their
whip-enhanced fucking quite amusing, since Paul could never help ramming
Melissa up against her pierces each time the whip landed on his ass. 
Despite the pain, I could see him working towards orgasm though.

   When I estimated he was about to go over the edge, I dropped the whip
for the prod, and watched as he started humping her for all he was worth,
trying to achieve release.  Right as stuck it home and began pumping his
load into Melissa, I stuck the prod home in his asshole, and pressed the
magic button.

   The effect must have been quite shocking, as he lurched even further
into her, and nearly ripped her tits off in the process.  He convulsed
against his bonds in her for a moment in a strange paroxysm somewhere
between intense orgasm and intense pain, before pain won and his eyes
rolled back in his head as he stiffened and fell off her, leaving a trail
of jizz across her asscheek.

   I gave him a little nudge with my boot to ensure he was out of the
picture for the night.  A quick nose ring later, I was ready for round two.
I pulled up the tent stake and released Melissa's breasts, substituting
Paul's new nose ring, before hammering the stake back down.  At this point,
Melissa had basically gone into shock, and had her eyes tightly closed
although the tears were still running down her cheeks.

   No fun could be had with a comatose girl, so I would have to wake her up
a bit.  More tent stakes came out, and went into the ground.  I arranged
Melissa on the ground on her back with two stakes on either side of her
neck, and two more about a foot diagonally outward from her shoulders.  A
small length of rope went loosly across her neck to the two stakes.  I then
pulled her legs back over her chest, and tied them down to the other two
stakes, leaving her wonderfully exposed, with her abused crotch aimed at
the sky.

   I dropped my shorts and released my raging hard-on.  Watching her face
for any sign of life, I rubbed my dick up against her cunt, which was still
gooey from Paul's abortive fuck.  Nothing.  With very little resistance, I
slid into her warm sticky interior, and took a few slow strokes.  Still
nothing.

   Well, if that wouldn't do it, I knew what would.  I slipped my dick out
of her sopping cunt, and lowered the aim until the tip was resting against
her crinkled asshole.

   With one sharp quick stroke, I was all the way inside her.  In response,
her eyes came wide open as she tried to lift her head and came right on to
the choke-line which aborted her scream into a gargle as her entire body
went rigid in an attempt to repel the invader in her ass.  Not waiting for
a second opinion, I started slamming into her, feeling her ass come off the
ground with each stoke and watching her gasp like a fish out of water
against the choker.  After a few good strokes that felt like her rectum was
ready to follow my dick out her asshole it was gripping me so tightly, I
paused and eaned down and gave her the kiss of her life, forcing her head
back and off the choker which had turned her face a lovely shade of purple,
and allowing her to get a good breath so our empassioned fuck could
continue.  As my tongue explored her mouth and she tried to get as much air
in through her nose, I resumed fucking her ass.  Her hands, which were
still free and had previously been clawing at her throat, found their way
to my ass as I ground into her.  Her fingernails only spurred me to great
heights, and I let my hands roam over her beautiful chest as I reamed her
out.

   Now that I had her full attention, I pulled out completely, and knelt
down to watch her asshole contract and readjust to its normal size.  I
wiped some of the goo off the exterior of cunt, and reached out with my
tongue to tickle her clit, which had been sadly neglected thus far in our
time together.  I bided my time, swirling my tongue around her clit and
then taking it between my teeth to run my tongue against it.  Nature began
to take over to some degree, and eased up.  I realigned my cock with her
asshole, applying slight pressure as she tried to lift her ass away from my
dick.  I followed, keeping the same pressure until her ass was as high as
it could go, and she ran out of escape.  I then began to gently pinch her
clit, forcing her to choose between impaling her previously virgin ass on
my pole, and the pain in her clit.  She sank slowly back onto my dick as
her asshole dilated to accommodate.  When she had impaled herself all the
way, I released her clit and watched her rise off my cock, before I
repeated the process, forcing her to fuck me.

   After a few slow strokes like that, I lost patience, and just started
stuffing my meat in her again, driving her up against her bonds as her
fingers clawed at my ass and she grunted and moaned inches from my face. 
Each time I rammed her up the ass I could feel the air being expelled from
her lungs in a painful moan.

   With a show like this, I didn't last long, as I ground up against her
ass, squeezing pulse after pulse of hot sperm into her.  She clamped down
against my dick in a desperate effort to expel it, but resistance was
futile as I inseminated her.

   When the last dribbles had been deposited, I lay against her breathing
hard for a moment, relishing the feel of my dick embedded in her, before I
got up, wiping the dribbles against thigh.  She was unconscious and had
probably passed out from the pain at some point during the rape.

   Exhausted, I picked up my toys and unstaked my unconscious playmates.  I
tossed them in the back in a pile on top of each other, and drove back to
where I had parked my truck.  After transferring my stuff, I took the keys
to the car and pushed rubber side first up into Melissa's used cunt.  I
wondered absently how long it would take them to find it, or who would wake
up first.  I wondered how long it would take them to see remember their
pierces and realize that the night hadn't been a dream.

   I got back into the truck, and slowly made my way out of the desert,
through the deserted streets of town, happy with the night's action.



   - - I've not had time recently for this too much, but I hope to get back
into it.  Getting started is always the hardest part (no pun intended). 
Once again, write me if you have questions, comments, suggestions, etc.  -
the_foxbat@hotmail.com

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