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Subject: {ASSM} STORY : A Matter of Perspective (F/M, M/M, NC, Anal)
Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2001 19:10:01 -0400
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A Matter of Perspective (F/M, M/M, NC, Anal)
Copyright (C) by Stone-D 2001

This story is a 'quickie' that I spat out on the spur of the moment. 
Tell me what you think.  ;)

As usual, this story belongs to me, etc., etc. Don't change it other 
than formatting, don't publish without my permission, don't bugger the 
neighbour's dog. Its not nice.






"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! GET AWAY FROM ME!" shouted Kevin desperately. "GET 
THE FUCK AWAY FROM... GAAH! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!? WHAT ARE... 
AAAAAARRRRRGGHHH!"

"Look, this is really annoying. How are we supposed to do this with him 
screaming and yelling like that?" said a voice exasperatedly. "I mean, 
can't we just quieten him down somewh - "

"HELP! HEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLPPP MEEEEEEAAAARRGGGHHHHH!"

"Okay then, Beth," said a second voice. "Why don't you and Francis hold 
him down and I'll have a go?"

"Keith, sometimes I worry about you. I wish we still had some kind of 
lubrication we could use though."

"Well we bloody well don't, so just give it a good shove! I doubt he'll 
complain any much more than he already has, do you?"

"Oh, will you two quit yapping, my arms are getting tired!" said 
Francis from the other end of the bed.

Beth muttered something beneath her breath, then moved back into 
position. "Keith, spread 'em a bit wider would you?"

"What? Christ, what am I? A goddamn acrobat? Besides, that'd split 'im 
in two!"

"I told you we'd need the clamps. What did I say? I said, 'Perhaps we 
sh - '"

"Oh, shut up Franky," sighed Beth.

Kevin's day had not gone particularly well thus far. From what he could 
recall, he had fallen asleep the previous night after his usual cup of 
tea in the evening. The next thing he knew, he woke up in some kind of 
van, strapped to a narrow cot. A short time later, he was bundled out 
and restrapped to a different cot, then pushed into some manner of 
building, up a lift, through several passages and rooms until he was 
where he was now.

Then the horrors began.

The three who were around him now had shown up then, pushing something 
on wheels that sounded like a broken supermarket trolley. Kevin had 
tried to discover what had happened, where he was and what was being 
done to him - but no one answered, they had simply talked amongst 
themselves as if he weren't even in the room. Even screaming hadn't 
helped, though it did seem to spark some kind of reaction from them. It 
had spurred them to use greater speed in whatever they were planning.

First, the two men had stripped him of all his clothes. That didn't 
bode well at all. Then the one called Beth had readjusted his arm 
straps so that they were stretched out in front of him and then placed 
some kind of hard mass beneath his hips, forcing him into a seriously 
unnerving position. Quite uncomfortable. But did they care? Of course 
not. Beth then released the straps holding his legs then placed a new 
strap about his waist. That gave him the opportunity to cause trouble 
with his feet, but that soon stopped when Keith grabbed a hold of his 
ankles and Francis held down his shoulders to stop him from twisting 
around.

And then Beth the strap artist had become Beth the torturer.

"Is that gonna fit?" came Francis' voice, sounding dubious.

"Well its a damn sight preferable to the other one," said Keith.

"What other one?"

There was an ominous silence.

"Oh."

"Right, I'm set. You ready Franky? Keith?" said Beth.

"Yeah."

"Hurry up will you?"

"Right."

Kevin didn't like this new silence one little bit. In fact, he was 
beginning to... he suddenly felt something prodding around between his 
asscheeks. "HEY! WHAT THE FUCK? OI! FUCK OFF!"

Beth sighed. "Franky, can't you just clamp your hand on his mouth, stop 
him yelling? Its puttin me off!"

"Tried that. Bugger bit me."

"Well... grab that, shove it in his mouth, THEN put your hand over."

"Oh, okay. I didn't see that."

"NO! I DON'T WANNMMMFMMFMMMFMFFFPHHHH!!!!! FUCK OFFFPPPPHHH!!!"

"Now, that's better," said Beth approvingly. "MARTIN! YOU UP THERE?" 
she suddenly shouted.

"Yeah. What? And quit shouting, I can hear you just find. You and Jimbo 
there," came a tinny voice over a speaker.

"Put some music on would you?"

"What you want? Michael Jackson? Mwahahaha!" cackled Martin.

"God's sake Marty, you know what Beth likes."

"Yeah, yeah. Couldn't resist. Sorry."

Shortly, the eerie sound of Ice Cube drifted through the speakers, 
complaining, as usual, about life as a black man.

This didn't help Kevin's mood at all. Visions of brawny black youths 
doing unspeakable things to white child-rapists in prison cells raced 
through his mind, together with horrifying recollections of rumours 
involving black men and the term 'hung like a horse'.

Kevin tried to scream, but it came out as a muffled groan through the 
gag that had been rammed in his mouth.

"Hey, good choice Martin. That's one of my favourites," said Beth. 
"Right, lets get this done."

Kevin felt that cold, rubbery feeling again as the prodding restarted, 
as something nosed around between his cheeks. Then what felt like a 
rubber hand was placed on his backside as that something began push at 
his ringpiece, trying to pierce that one orifice in his whole body that 
he most certainly did not want anything entering.

The pain increased incrementally as the pressure built up... and then 
something tore. He tried to shift his body, to buck it off and snap the 
straps somehow. Kick someone at least. His yelling continued uselessly 
into the gag, his body squirming and writhing on the bed.

"Francis?" enquired Beth.

"Alright, alright," he muttered.

Kevin sensed someone moving, then an enormous weight was forcing him 
down onto the bed. He stopped writhing and gritted his teeth, tears 
streaming down his face.

"Cheers," said Beth.

The pressure increased again, then Kevin felt a tremendous jolt as 
whatever it was popped inside past the sphincter with a tearing 
sensation. Movement immediately ceased... Moments later, he felt 
something else. Something equally if not more disturbing. A slim, 
pliant object was being inserted alongside, past the sphincter and up 
his rear.

Then the first object was pulled back out slowly, and Kevin felt a huge 
amount of relief. All of a sudden, he felt another jolt, the shock of 
which drove him to stillness, as the object was suddenly rammed forward 
with speed until it stopped again, much deeper than before. A fresh 
bout of twisting and squirming did him no good at all, instead it 
exasperated the sensations coming from his lower half. His mind started 
to fade as shock set in. He imagined he was back home, sitting by the 
fire and watching the...

Liquid fire was gushing inside his ass. It felt like boiling oil as it 
assaulted the sensitive nerves in his anal tract. The agony was 
excruciating, he wanted to scream, to yell, to screech profanities. But 
the gag disallowed it. Another round of violent twisting was 
immediately aborted when he felt the burning liquid inside him start to 
slosh. The pain was unbearable, it was a nightmare of... he passed out.

"Now what?" asked Beth.

"He's out. Caput. He's unconscious!" exclaimed Keith.

"Oh crap. Not another one! Shit!" swore Beth.

"Can't we just wake - "

"No, we can't. You should know that by now. We daren't risk it. The 
bastard puts a different chemical in there each time, so we have no 
idea what effect drugs will have on them."

"How many is it now, anyway?" asked Francis.

"Seven, I think. We're not the only one's dealing with these cases. 
There was one last night as well, but we haven't seen that one," 
replied Beth.

"Cops have anything yet?" asked Keith.

"Nah." Beth shook her head, as she stripped off the latex gloves. 
"Still at a loss."

"M.O. still the same?"

"Yeah. Salesman, suit, well dressed, well mannered. Invited in for a 
drink, talks business, drugs the Joe with a cocktail of LSD and some 
sleep inducer."

"And then he sticks a present up their arse and seals up their 
ringpiece with superglue?"

"Yup."

"Sick fuck."

"Yup." Beth sighed. "Well, guys. Clean up. Move him back to the ward, 
we'll have another go tomorrow."

"You doin' anything later?" asked Keith.

"What, you feelin' lonely?" smiled Beth.

"He's always lonely," snorted Francis as he disposed of the catheter.

"Well, how about it Beth?" Keith pressed.

"Tough luck, Keith. I've got a date." Beth grinned.

"Awww, shit. Since when?"

"Never you mind. Anyway, gotta rush. See you guys in the morning."

"Yeah, see ya."



The End.

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