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From: "Pedro Vila" <pedrovilaNOSPAM@mailcity.com>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2002 01:49:03 PST
Subject: {ASSM} "The Stuff In The Jar" pt6  (Mf, bond, pierce, cons)
Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2002 07:10:02 -0500
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      which might involve a minor or two.

          That doesn't mean you can
            read it if you're one.

Also, you shouldn't read this if you are offended
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           "The Stuff In The Jar" pt6
           by Pedro Vila


   Sargent Reese Heard about the incident from the other officers as they
passed around the precinct the story, getting many of the officers angry and
complaining about child abusers, though in this story, the abuser was a kid
himself. Reese didn't get as emotionally involved since, as one of the older
cops, he'd seen just about everything.
   But it was the part about the jar of stuff the boy used that had his
attention. He remembered an older case of something similar from his younger
days, something that turned out to be the ultimate aphrodisiac, and it was
only later that he found out what it was. The stuff was long gone by then.
   Reese had forgotten about it all those years back, chalked up to a fluke
opportunity. But he wasn't too old to make use of it if the stuff had
actually come back into his life, which it might have.
   He would have to see the jar, maybe a sniff, and then he'd know for sure.
He'd just need to catch the officer in charge of the evidence locker at the
right time. It would have to be nonchalant and soon, before somebody else
make a connection and puts the jar in the spotlight.
   The next morning Reese looks up the court files to see when there'll be a
surge of checked out evidence for hearings. Just before lunch was the
biggest rush and Reese stood right in the middle of that line with the form
looking as normal as he could make it, with a few peeks at the arresting
officers report.
   Reese signed it out without a call to a supervisor and the went for his
private car. Sitting in the parking garage, Reese opened the bag and then
twisted the lid off of the jar. The smell brought him right back to that
case almost a decade and a half ago.
   Reese had been a patrolman back then, and had responded to a number of
complaints that night. So he was getting bored with all of the private
residence house calls chasing down one complaint after another until he felt
he could be asleep and nobody would notice. In most of the cases, the
residence had already stopped and gone to bed. Reese hated waking them but
in some cases it couldn't be helped while he did a walk around every
residence to be sure.
   So he wasn't ready for the sight in a barn behind one dark house. The
house was quiet but halfway around to the back yard he started to hear
animal noises. He didn't understand that the noises were people until he
opened the lighted door.
   Inside was half a dozen men and women, naked, red, and sweaty. There was
whips and ropes and marks on everyone there. Reese was stunned, he hadn't
seen everything back then. As he looked of to the side he saw the most
remarkable thing he'd ever seen in real life. There was a large horse in the
barn, and the horse was half up on a wooden table with a woman under him.
Reese blinked and it took him a moment to see that not only was the horse
having sex with her, but had an enormous shlong halfway into her body.
   The smell was everywhere, though Reese didn't know what it was at the
time. It was his first experience with bestiality. He tried to get somebody
to talk to him, to tell him what was going on, but everybody was crazed and
really didn't want him to disturb their fun.
   He went to a coffee shop and sat it out for an hour. There weren't
anymore calls that night and so Reese went back to check on the group in the
barn.
   By then the noise died down and he walked in on just a few people. The
others had left. The couple turned out to be married and the owners of the
property. Reese took the explanation on paper and filed a report, half
feeling weird from the whole incident.
   Then they were taken in to custody because the law prohibited sex with
animals. As Reese typed out his report, he got to read enough to realize
that he hadn't been really listening. They had actually explained a great
detail about what they had done, not knowing it was illegal.
   Reese reread it again. Just about everything was centered on a jar from
some far off land that induced instant sexual lust in everything. There was
this waitress that he had wanted back then who wouldn't give in to his
desires and Reese wondered if the stuff those weird folks used would work on
her.
   But it was already locked up and then was shipped off to some lab, never
to be found again. He did some research from the report and though he could
find out where to get it, he found out allot about it's miraculous
qualities. Including accounts of the many perverse things which could be
done to you and still make you orgasm again and again when used.
   Reese kicked himself for not getting it when he had the chance.
Ironically, it made him a better officer since he started to listen well
with every case since then, making sure he never missed an opportunity.
   Many opportunities came up here and there. Cute women who gave subtle
signs to a man in uniform, chance odd jobs helping protect certain parties
and people, and a number of kinky girlfriends. Kinky enough to help relieve
the stress of his job.
   So there he sat with a jar that looked vaguely familiar and seemed
certain was the real stuff. He could keep it for long, it would have to go
back on the same day. So Reese drove out of the garage and headed for his
home.
   He had a decent house, no roommates or live in girlfriends to deal with,
and a workshop for art and repairs. First thing he did was find another jar
to swap the contents with. He also copied the markings down as best as he
could, hoping it may clue him into more information on it.
   The hardest part way going quickly and still taking time to whip up
something to put in it instead. The final result was some vapor rub, dirt,
and piss. He used rubber gloves, remembering everything he had read about
it, to transfer every smear from the original jar to the new one. Satisfied,
he then replaced it and fingered it around to make it look roughly as used.
   Then Reese went back to the station and signed to jar back in, mumbling
about postponements and other hassles. Then he finished out his shift.
   That night he put a tiny dab on the underside of his dick, then found
himself masturbating it repeatedly. It seemed to make him heady and lustful
and he kept smiling at his good fortune finally.
   Reese ended up being with a couple of hookers for the rest of the night.
He didn't touch anymore of the stuff. He could feel it's power.

   He had a few days off at the end of the week and Reese had come up with
some plans for his sex party. Just a small one. Him and a sixteen year old
runaway he knew from the streets. Reese had a few girl friends who would
usually go along with what ever kinky things he wanted to try, but he
remembered the stories he'd read about the stuff being used on very young
girls, and his curiosity stayed with him all those years.
   But most of all, it was because she was the most likely to try something
as wild as he was planning on doing.
   He knew where to find her awake and not prowling the streets.
   "Oh. It's the law." Seagull said to the silver haired man in plain
clothes as he sat across from her at a cheap coffee shop booth. "Am I in
trouble?" Seagull was slim and quick and from the coast originally. She was
good at surviving on her own and liked trouble.
   "I'm not on duty." Reese answered. "I was just curious how you were doing
so I dropped by."
   Seagull leaned back and smiled a knowing smile at Reese. She saw every
come on as an opportunity. And a cop had more opportunities then allot of
other people she knew. "So, what's going on with you?"
   "I got this stuff from the evidence room." Reese said casually. Seagull
was up and leaning toward Reese over the table. She always felt cops had the
best stuff. "Yeah," Reese continued. "This is really different stuff. It'll
make you fuck like you've never fucked before. Really powerful."
   Seagull felt a little disappointment. She'd been getting all the fucking
she wanted since she first came to the city years ago. Now it seemed that
that was all everybody asked for. Still, Seagull enjoyed fucking too so
since her day was always unplanned, she went with Reese to his house.
Fucking him could lead to some favors from him later on. Besides, she could
handle him, even if he was a cop.
   It was a cool place to visit and Seagull ran and jumped right onto the
first leather chair. "I'm going to move in with you." She said, knowing what
kind of trouble a cop could get into living with an under aged runaway.
   "I want you to take a shower first."
   "Fuck you. I'm clean." she spat back still smiling.
   "That's not why." Reese lied. "This isn't a drug you take. It's something
you rub on you."
   "Oh, yeah? What kind of drug is it?"
   "It isn't a drug. It's a herbal kind of cream from someplace on the other
side of the world. Put it on and you'll cum hard for three maybe five hours
strait."
   "Yeah. I've heard that before." Seagull snorted.
   "No. This stuff is different." Reese answered knowingly. "It made an
eight year old girl fuck a dog for an hour strait. She wouldn't let go of
him."
   Nasty stuff, thought Seagull. Trouble. "No shit? Where is this stuff?"
   "I have it. Shower first."
   Seagull took a long shower, letting the hot water run out. Nice soap and
towels. Maybe she would move in.
   Reese sat in a robe and Seagull wore just the towel and the leather and
bead anklets.
   "I should cuff you for your own safety." Reese said, pulling out the
cuffs. Seagull reacted naturally and did the arm twist that always got her
free when somebody tried to grab her. Then she was pinned to the chair with
her arms behind her. She started to worry. Nobody had ever done that to her
before. Then he let her go.
   "You don't want to try it? Go ahead and go then. I'll find somebody else
who's less afraid." Seagull got up to go, then seeing Reese sit there and
not follow, she stopped. Reese was on the phone. "Hello, Brittany? Yeah. You
got a good memory. You want to try some....?"
   Seagull hung up the phone. "I can do it. I ain't scared of you."
   "I was hoping that you'd trust me. You ever see me hurt someone for no
reason?" Seagull was sure he must have, since he was a cop, but she couldn't
remember anything specific. "Hey. I'm not going to do anything to you that
you won't want me to."
   "Okay." she said, sitting by him. Reese took her towel off and pulled her
arms gently behind her. He cuffed her with her thumbs outside, Seagull was
used to it. Then he turned her to look at her front. Her breasts seemed
larger when scaled against her ribs and skinny torso. Her skin was pale and
it seemed to go along with her sharp features. Seagull's muff had been
shaved all around her lips with just a short stripe above. There was a ring
pierced through one of her labia lips.
   Reese positioned her on her knees and shoulders with her but up in the
air and spread legged. Then he opened his jar and scooped out a latex gloved
fingerful of the contents then rubbed it from her clit to her tailbone and
back, getting deeply inside both holes on the way back. Seagull gasped from
the sudden slick intrusion then became more confused when he didn't go in
her again.
   Reese wiped his fingers off on her sharp nipples as an afterthought. Then
removed his glove. Seagull waited with her butt up still, hoping he start
doing something soon. Reese was pleased to hear her suddenly gasp and start
breathing hard. Then Seagull began to wiggle her hips around. "Ooooooo." she
cooed, moaning her first orgasm already.
   Reese sat back and waited. Seagull straitened her legs and rolled around
on the floor, moaning. Then she started to scissor her legs as her moaning
became the words, "Ohfuck, ohfuck," It was beautiful to Reese to see her
have such strong multiple orgasms before he even did anything. He waited
until it became unbearable for her, when she finally started to creak out,
"Fuck me. Fuckmefuckmefuckme." as she slammed the front of her crotch
against the floor and then tried to rub it hard against the shag.
   "Okay." Reese said, as he slowly rose. "Face down, ass up, legs spread,
then I'll give you what you need." Seagull had her ass up and exposed as
fast as she could. Reese stood over her waist with his legs holding her
middle tightly and facing behind her.
   With his leather belt gripped tightly in his hand, he swung it strait
down in between her legs and stripped a stinging blow to her genital region.
   Seagull froze and almost choked as she suddenly gasped inward while
drooling. Then she started to kick out madly and Reese had to scramble to
get out of the way. Seagull flopped on the floor like she was having a
seizer. Reese wasn't sure if it was a good flopping or a bad flopping. He
might have just fucked up and made an enemy.
   But then Seagull was able to catch her breath enough to talk and she
said, "Oh, god! Oh, god! Do that again." Reese was grinning wildly. Bingo!
He had the right stuff, all right. Just like the stories, you could beat
someone on this stuff and they'll still cum. This time he wouldn't stop with
one blow.
   Reese dragged Seagull by an ankle and draped her light frame over the
chair back with her face down into the cushion and then decided to tie her
legs apart with ropes around her knees which tied to the front legs of the
chair. With her arms behind her she couldn't lift herself up very far. She
didn't try, but waited for Reese to stimulate her again.
   Reese could see how red and inflamed her nether regions were and wasn't
even sure if one blow could cause it to look as bad. He also could see her
working the muscles of her vagina and anus constantly in and out. Her
streetwise cunt looked like it was trying to kiss for him.
   He let loose with another blow, this time across her ass and saw a nice
welt of red develop on her white and firm ass cheeks. Seagull was straining
hard internally with her eyes clenched tight. Reese hit her again. That
time, Seagull let out a loud, "GAAAH!!" and the chair moved.
   He waited until she could breathe again and got near her face and asked,
"More?"
   Panting, she said, "Harder!"
   Reese hit her as hard as he could five times in a row. Seagull
practically lifted herself to standing which was the only reason he stopped.
Then she dropped back onto the chair again and spasmed wildly. The heavy
chair started to move across the room. Reese was hard as a rock from
watching her. His blood was pounding through his own head as he was excited
beyond his wildest dreams.
   This stuff was worth waiting for.
   Reese stood behind the uncontrollable girl and opened his robe to reveal
his standing erection. But Seagull's ass was too high to reach and Reese was
feeling an urge to be in her that moment. He quickly released the ropes on
her legs and Seagull slid forward off the chair bumpily and onto the floor
with her face.
   Reese was right on top of her and he had to grip her struggling body to
hold her still long enough to enter her. Seagull immediately tried to thrust
back against him despite not having the use of her arms. Inside, she felt
hot to Reese's cock as he slickly slid in deeply up to his pubic bone.
Seagull started to grind her hips around bending him hard to each side while
deep within her.
   He came instantly. Reese was surprised. He hadn't come that quickly since
he was a young man. Seagull shivered a moment then pushed back against him
more while gyrating her hips in circles. Reese felt the pleasure increase as
he stayed hard inside of her. He felt an uncontrollable urge to fuck her as
if he hadn't been laid in years. His rock hard cock felt like it was hot
from the inside. It was the most incredible feeling he'd ever had in his
life.
   Reese pulled out of the face down girl and she moaned in anguish at the
loss of his cock in her. Then he rolled her onto her back and she spread
widely for him as he entered her again. Seagull wrapped her legs around him
tightly and forced him to fall on top of her slim body. She seemed to want
more of him inside of her but he was giving her everything he had.
   Holding himself up, he saw her nipples inflamed and puffed out. He
remembered rubbing the stuff on them too. He pinched one hard.
   "Fuckfuckfuck..." Seagull suddenly streamed, hissing. He stopped and she
yelled, hoarsely, "More!" reese pinched both as hard as he could, which must
have felt good to her by the way she hissed tightly.
   It didn't take long for his fingers to feel numb from the hard pinching
and he looked around the floor for something that might help. Behind the
table, almost within reach was a hammer, pliers, and some nails for the
running boards he never finished.
   I little stretching and he had the pliers in his hand. They went right
for her closest nipple as he twisted it a bit. Seagull bucked up against him
blindly and he switched nipples. She bucked some more then opened her eyes
to watch him twisting her nipples just short of mutilating them.
   "Oh, god!" she cried out. "That feels so fucking good." Seagull sounded
shocked that she was enjoying such a thing.
   Reese was almost just as shocked. The normal Seagull would have tried to
kill him for even thinking of doing such a thing. He saw the nails and
decided to take it to another level. Grabbing a few, maybe five, he held her
nipple out with the pliers and pushed a nail right through the areola.
   Seagull's eyes and mouth opened wide and she started to buck like a
jackhammer, never letting go of her leg grip on Reese. Reese leaned on her
chest with his weight and pliered the other nipple out as he drove the nail
deep into her areola with not much left to push out the other side.
   There was a trickle of blood which stopped when he let go of her nipple
with the pliers. Seagull's eyes rolled up to the back of her head and she
couldn't breathe as her body shivered under Reese.
   He felt his cock throb inside of her so hard it hurt. He hadn't been this
hard in his life ever. He felt dizzy, but had to keep on going.
   "Fuckme. Fuckmeharder. Fuckmeharder. Harder!" Seagull moaned from where
ever she was inside. She felt like she could take a horse and he felt too
small inside of her. But he didn't want to give up his position. There was a
way to make her tighter for him and fill her needs as well.
   Reese lifted Seagull up and carried her to his bedroom with the pliers in
hand. He stumbled a few times, something he never thought he would do. Reese
felt dizzy and weak and still he had to fuck this girl as long as he could.
   In his bedroom was a brass bed with four inch diameter spheres at each
corner. He set her down on one, with her gaping cunt resting all of her
weight over the brass ball. Reese watched her start to slid around and over
the huge circle as her body relaxed enough to take it all in. Then he had to
steady her upright with his hands as the bucking started again.
   Seagull sank over the end post until her ass was resting on the bar that
connected the end posts at the feet. She was having total orgasms and he
couldn't get her eyes to open.
   Some part inside Reese was worried that he might be damaging her badly
but that voice was lost amid the screaming of his body to get back inside of
her. There was one hole still open and Reese sat on the bed bar behind
Seagull to use it.
   She was very tight now. The metal ball inside of her squeezing his cock
against her tailbone. Reaching around with the pliers, he clamped them onto
her clit and started to twist, while working the nails in her nipples
alternately.
   Seagull had fits and murmured, "nonononono" which Resse ignored. Then he
felt her body clench up with the mother of all orgasms and Seagull hopped
uncontrollably.
   Seagull saw stars. She saw explosions. She saw god. She felt the most
pleasurable pain ever in her life. The old man cop was leaning against her
with his cock hard and deep up her ass. Something the size of a planet was
up her cunt and her nipples and clit felt like they were shooting fire out
of them.
   She faded in and out with multiple orgasms from hell, wishing it would
stop and praying it wouldn't ever.
   Things started to wind down after centuries of cumming. Seagull was
drenched in sweat, and still would cum with every move she tried to make.
Then she fell asleep like that.

   A knock at the door turned into a pounding which woke her up. The sun was
shining through the window. Seagull ached badly. She had slept impaled on
the bedpost and Reese was still inside of her, hard as a rock.
   "Reese! Wake up! Undo me. Someone's at the door." No answer. "Reese!"
   Seagull turned around to look at him. His eyes were open and he had a
crazy smile on his face. He was also white and cold. Reese was dead.
   His cold hard cock was still buried deep in her ass.
   Seagull freaked out and tried to kick herself off of the bedpost just as
the door opened and two uniformed police walked in on them.
   "Help me!" Seagull cried. "He kidnapped me and tortured me!" She put on a
great performance. The officers were stunned at one of there own doing such
a thing and Seagull milked it for everything she could.
   Maybe she could get some cash out of this.
   She made sure to grab the jar of stuff and put it in her purse.

   <END>

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