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Copyright 2002 by E. Z. Riter

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Hello, All,

In March, I posted the first two parts of VINNIE'S WORLD to ASSM.

They are entitled {EZ} VW - The Sunset and {EZ} VW - Sonya.

On April 5, I posted VW - Lily 1. This is part 2 of that four part series.

Vinnie's World was originally written under the name Ezra Zane for Ruthie's
Club (www.ruthiesclub.com), where Michael D, DrSpin, Al Steiner, Mat
Twassel, Shon Richards, and other writers also have stories appearing
exclusively in Ruthie's Club. A cadre of professional artists beautifully
illustrates each story.

Story Codes for Vinnie's World are almost everything, including M+F+ Cons
Non-Cons BDSM Rom Viol and Slut Wife, depending on the episode.

The intent was to create stories with sex in them, not sexual (or stroke)
stories.

The specific codes for Taking Lily are BDSM, Wife, nc, viol, Humil, and
probably some others.

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I hope you enjoy these stories. As always, I do appreciate any feedback from
any reader on any subject.

Good reading and best wishes,

E.Z. Riter a/k/a Ezra Zane



TAKING LILY

Part Two

Herbert Brooks was hanging by his wrists in the interview room, which is
what I call the dungeon at my hidden warehouse suite. Mica and Donnie were
babysitting him.

Herbie was naked and they'd stretched him. His feet were off the ground a
few inches, with his legs spread about three feet apart, and attached to the
floor. His arms were directly over his head and attached to the ceiling. His
pale, almost sickly white skin was mottled and beaded with sweat. His long
hair was wild, but his face was wilder, like a trapped animal.

"Let me go this instant," he whined when he saw me.

I slapped him forehand and backhand. No blood, but I rang his bell and his
eyes watered.

"Don't whine. It irritates me. Look at me, Herbie," I said in my cold,
fear-inducing voice.

Herbie is about five ten. He struggled to get his head back far enough to
see me. His eyes were watering more, but these were tears.

"Do you know why you're here?" I asked.

"No."

"You fucked my woman. You're going to pay for that." I slapped him.

"No. No! It wasn't me."

I slapped him again. "Her name's Sonya Simpson."

Herbie's eyes widened to saucer size. I took his left testicle between thumb
and forefinger, and rolled it around. He begged for his manhood and his
life. I won't repeat it. It was blather. The bad part was the dumb bastard
slobbered on me.

When I had enough fun, I put the palm of my hand on his chin and pushed
upward. It's hard to beg when your mouth won't open. And it's hard to
breathe with a finger in each nostril. His face turned red as he jerked and
struggled in vain. I released him the second before he lost consciousness.
He gasped for air, drooled, and started that pitiful whining again.

Remember when you were in junior high school and you'd flick the girls on
their tushes with a rubber band? They'd squeal, or swing at you, or run for
the teacher. My rubber band was thick and wide, not the little ones like in
school. And Herbie couldn't swing or run, but he could squeal. I walked
circles around him flicking him in appropriate places, like his armpits,
nipples, asshole, and the head of his cock. I wanted to make sure he was
paying attention when I talked to him.

"Herbie, baby, let's make a deal," I said.

"W-wh-what?" he stammered.

"You have something I want. Give it to me and I won't hurt you."

Hope springs eternal in the human breast. Hope almost made Herbie explode.

"W-w-wh-what is it? T-tell me. I'll give you anything."

I smiled.

"W-w-wh-what is it? W-what? What! Tell me. I'll give it to you. Whatever it
is. I'll do it!" Herbie squeaked. His eyes bugged out. "What do you w-want?"

"Lillian. I want Lillian."

Herbie deflated and lost control of his bladder. The carpet in the interview
room is indoor-outdoor because that happens from time to time.

I sat down by my men and opened a soda, which I sipped while I waited. I
could tell he hated the idea of giving me his wife, but the length of time
he was silent told me that he was considering it.

"No. You can't have her. There's nothing you can say or do to make me change
my mind," he said with a pompous and phony fortitude.

The little fart had more backbone that I realized. Or, maybe, it was less
brains.

"I don't want her forever, Herbie. She'll still be you wife, but she'll be
my woman. You can fuck her when she's not with me, but I'll fuck her
whenever I want to," I said neutrally.

He swelled up like a toad. Like a toad, it was a hollow defense.

"Never. Damn you! Never!" he screamed in a tinny, high-pitched voice.

"How about some pizza?" I said to Mica.

"Sounds good, Vinnie. Cheeselovers?" Mica replied.

"Shit, no. Supreme," Donnie interjected.

We argued about pizza while Herbie hung around. Our argument was set up.
When I thought it'd gone on long enough, I gave the sign.

Mica said, "I'll go order it." He and Donnie left the room.

I walked to Herbie and stared at him until he couldn't meet my glare.

"Look at me," I snapped. His eyes teared again and his lip quivered. "I'm
going to have Lillian. It'll be a lot easier on you and on her if you agree.
Let's do this the easy way," I said.

"I won't agree," he said, but I knew he didn't mean it. I knew that even if
he didn't.

"Here are your choices, Herbie. Agree and I won't hurt you. That's right,
Herbie. Give me Lillian and you'll go home unharmed. But disagree? I'll
start by whipping you until you pass out. Have you ever been whipped,
Herbie?"

He couldn't make his mouth work to answer, but he shook his head.

"Then a demonstration's in order," I said.

He started squealing and begging again. It was an obnoxious noise that
didn't stop until he felt the first of four swings with a three-strap
flogger on his ass and thighs. Then he screamed like a banshee.

"Did you like that?" I asked.

He was crying too hard to answer. I held his chin to make him look at me. I
didn't speak until his noise had subsided.

"Herbie, that's just the start. First, I'll whip you until your whole body
throbs in pain and you pass out. I'll wake you up so that we can butt fuck
you. All of us. We'll make your ass our darling little fuck hole. You might
like that, but even if you don't, the gay priests will love having another
ass to use."

I walked to the toy cabinet, retrieved two butt plugs, and held them up for
Herbie to see. One was small. The other would make an elephant cry.

"This is what my cock will be like in you, Herbie," I said, waggling the big
one. "I'll let you start with the little one. I'm trying to do this the easy
way, Herbie. Why don't you do it the easy way and give me your wife?"

I greased the little plug's tip with petroleum jelly to ease the entrance.
When I put the tip of the butt plug against his ass, Herbie passed from
squealing to a sick, animal sound like a bird being eaten. It's hard to
describe. It's harder to hear and I almost felt sorry for him. Almost, but
not quite.

I let him squirm and twist until he hung limp. When I slammed the butt plug
home, I made a mental note to buy earplugs before I did this kind of thing
again. I rotated the plug in his ass and gently moved it in and out as I
talked to him.

"Would you like me to fuck your ass, Herbie?" I asked.

He couldn't even shake his head.

"Come on. You can admit it to me. Isn't having a man take you a secret
fantasy of yours? Wouldn't you like a big, hard cock like mine deep in your
bowels before you suck my shit from it?"

Herbie was hyperventilating.

"You can tell me later. Don't let the plug slip out, Herbie," I said as I
patted his ass. "That would make me mad and, believe me, you don't want to
see me mad."

I waited until Herbie seemed to be in control of his emotions before
proceeding. Mica had bought a pair of garden shears, not the hedge trimmers
with the toothed blades, but the shears with fourteen-inch long stainless
steel blades, like scissors. He'd made them look used with an application of
cow's blood. I retrieved them from the cabinet and held them up for Herbie
to see. I opened and closed them, then opened them again. I was looking at
him through the open blades.

"Then, Herbie, then, oh, Herbie, this is the jewel in your crown of thorns.
I'll castrate you and cut off your dick. Think about it, Herbie. Do you want
to be a girl without a pussy?"

I snapped the blades shut. They closed with that metallic hiss as the blades
scissored past each other, followed by the click at the end.

When Herbie fainted, I left him there.

Mica hadn't ordered pizza. There were steak sandwiches and French fries in
the kitchen, but I had work to do. I joined Prissy in the observation room
where she'd been watching Lillian.

"How's she doing?" I asked.

"See for yourself," Prissy replied.

Lillian was pacing back and forth.

"Has she been pacing the entire time?" I asked.

"She's stopped three times to use the bathroom, check the door, and try the
phone."

"Thanks, Prissy. You can go eat with the guys."

When I walked into the bedroom being used as Lillian's cell, she stopped to
watch me with big questioning eyes.

"Turn around, please," I said. I said it nicely and she did it without
thinking. "You're an attractive woman, Lily," I said.

"I asked you not to call me that," she said in her little girl's voice.

"Why not?"

"That's what my father called me," she said as a blush rose to cover her.

"He knew you were a special, beautiful flower, and so do I. Come here,
Lily."

She didn't move.

"Lily, don't be foolish. I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you're
disobedient. Now come here."

She came in fits and starts to stand out of arm's reach.

"One more step, Lily. Come on. You can do it."

I extended my hand. She took it and a deep breath. One giant step and she
was inches away. I put my hands on her waist. She trembled and started to
step back, but she didn't want to resist.

"It's all right, Lily," I said softly.

"Please don't," she whimpered.

"Shhh," I said as my hands slid up her arms and over her shoulders to cup
her face. "Beautiful Lily. Sweet little Lily."

I kissed her. Her eyes were open and she didn't respond at first. Her mouth
opened on the second kiss. Her eyes fluttered shut on the third, but when my
lips left hers, she squirmed to get away.

"Let me go. Please," she said as she wrapped her tiny hands over my wrists
to stop me from holding her.

I took her head in my hands again. My hands are big and her head is small. I
felt like I was holding a child.

"Lily, we're going to be lovers. You and I. You'll bear my weight and take
me into you."

"No," she replied, but she didn't try to look away.

"Yes, Lily, we'll be lovers. I've made that choice. Your choice is doing it
with or without pain."

"Why are you doing this?" she whispered.

"Because I want you."

"I don't believe that," she said with surprising strength. Her expression
changed. Gone was the frightened and unknowing. Instead, I saw a cool and
distant sadness.

"You don't believe that I want you?" I asked.

"No. I'm not a woman men pursue. I never have been." She smiled wanly and
tugged at my hands, which I let her pull away from her face. To my surprise,
she held my hands. "You're a man who could have any woman he wants. Why me?"

"You're an appealing, sexy woman."

"No, I'm not. Please quit lying to me."

"You are sexy. You have a pretty face with big expressive eyes and a lovely
smile. You have a tight little body, great legs, and I'll bet that's a
delightful ass."

"You shouldn't talk to me like that," she lamely protested.

"Why shouldn't I tell my woman she turns me on?" I asked.

She blushed and shyly tilted her head down.

"You do turn me on, Lily. You turn me on so much I'm going to have you soon
and often," I said tenderly, but firmly. "More than that, I'm going to have
you always. Not just now. Always. You're my woman now. You belong to me
because I own you. Do you understand?"

She didn't answer and she didn't look away. A picture's worth a thousand
words. The picture on her face made my cock hard and my heart happy.

There was a knock at the door. It was Bigun, who said he needed me.

"I've got to go," I said. "When I come back, you can show me how delightful
your naked body is."

I kissed her again. With open mouth and closed eyes, she welcomed and
returned my kiss, but she didn't touch me.

"Herbie's hysterical, Boss," Bigun said when I joined him in the hall. "It
sounds like he's cracked."

I was sorry to hear that. Giving a guy the good hard butt fucking that he so
richly deserves can be emotionally rewarding for me if not for him. It
cleanses the soul and relieves tensions.

The butt fucking itself is the icing on the cake.

The cake is watching his ego and self-worth crumble into ashes. It's the
small talk, which helps him understand he's a worthless piece of shit not
worthy of anything more. It's feeling him struggle helplessly and hearing
him beg you to spare him. It's tying the knots in the ropes exactly right so
he can't move and his ass is spread for your use as he fights helplessly.
It's hearing him sob uncontrollably as you tell him other guys can tell by
looking that he's been butt fucked and how much he wants it again.

Then when you butt fuck him, it's his screams as you drive your cock up his
dark hole and the feel of his hot, dry ass spasming on your cock.

But Vinnie Costello's word is gold. I'd given Herbie my word that if he
agreed, I wouldn't do that to him.

Herbie was a temporarily insane and pathetic creature when I returned to the
interview room.

"T-t-take her. T-take Lillian. And t-take H-Heather, too."

"Heather?" I asked innocently.

"M-m-my d-daughter. She's f-fifteen and s-she's p-pretty, like her
m-mother."

"Thank you, Herbie. Now quit crying. I gave you my word I wouldn't hurt you
if you gave me Lillian. My word is gold."

I held a can of soda to Herbie's parched lips. He drank eagerly, burped, and
the bubbles went up his nose. I patted him on the back.

"Are you all right?" I asked solicitously.

"Y-y-yes, sir. T-thank you," he whimpered.

"Herbie, I want you to understand how it is now. Lillian's mine. My woman,
but she's still your wife. I'll fuck her when I want to, but you'll live
with her, love and care for her, and make sure she's ready for me the next
time I want her."

"Y-y-yes, sir. Anything you want. S-Sir."

"I've given my woman a new name. It's Lily. That's what I want you to call
her."

"Y-y-yes, s-sir. Her n-name is L-L-Lily."

"I'll take Heather, too, Herbie, but not right now. Why don't you tell me
something about her."

"L-like w-what?"

"Does she have a boyfriend?"

"N-no, sir."

"Is anyone fucking her?"

"I d-don't think so."

"Have you fucked her?"

"N-n-no, sir."

"Good. I'll be the first to fuck her virgin cunt. Don't worry. I'll break
her in right. I'll let you watch us if you want to."

"W-w-watch? N-n-no, t-thank you, sir."

"Don't tell Heather that I'm going to have her, and don't tell Lily either.
Let it be our little secret."

"Y-y-yes, sir."

"And when I'm ready for Heather, you'll help me get her, won't you?"

"Y-y-yes, sir."

"Let's talk about another girl, Herbie. Her name's Teresa Barton."

"T-Teresa?"

"Yes, Teresa. Why are you hanging here?"

"I had s-s-sex with S-Sonya," he said. He looked confused.

"That's almost right. You had sex with Sonya when she was my woman."

"I understand," he said. You know something, I think he did understand.

"I'm protective of my women, Herbie. It upsets me when another man takes
advantage of them. Do you want to upset me?"

"N-n-no, sir."

"Listen very carefully because I'm going to tell you a deep, dark secret.
Teresa's mother is my woman, too. Teresa is my daughter."

Herbie expelled the butt plug and his face turned green.

"What have you done with Teresa, Herbie?"

"N-n-nothing. As G-God in my w-witness, nothing. Please, oh, please believe
me."

"Good, Herbie," I said, patting his cheek. "Now I'll tell you what I want
you to do. Be Teresa's friend, her confidant, her mentor, and advisor. Learn
her secrets. You'll tell me everything, but you won't touch her.
Understand?"

"Y-y-yes, s-sir. You're very clear, sir."

"Good boy, Herbie. You relax while I visit Lily. I'll see you later."

I heard Herbie's sigh of relief when I left him hanging there.

Lily spun around to face me when I threw open the bedroom door. I'd
surprised her by returning so quickly.

"Lily, do you remember me saying not to try the phone or door?"

She looked guilty as hell. "No," she lied.

"You remember. You disobeyed me by trying them and now you've lied about
it."

She shook her head as her face crumbled and a few tears slid down her
cheeks.

"Come here so I can spank you, Lily," I said firmly. "Don't make me come get
you."

Rigid as a wind-up doll, she marched stiffly to me. Without realizing it,
her hands went behind her. Damn, I wished I could see them. I couldn't tell
if she had crossed her wrists like they were bound or she was protecting her
bottom from a spanking.

"Freeze," I said.

She stopped in mid-step. I took one step and was beside her. Her hands were
covering that darling tush. When she realized she gave away a secret, her
hands curled into balls and she blushed a beautiful shade of crimson. I took
her elbow, guided her to the edge of the bed, sat down, and pulled her close
to me.

When I lifted the hem of her skirt, she put her hands on my wrists again to
stop me, but I continued in spite of her resistance. When she realized
resistance was futile, she stopped. A few new tears escaped her eyes. A pink
tongue tip flicked out to capture some of them.

"Why am I going to spank you, Lily?" I asked.

"I disobeyed you," she whispered. "But you shouldn't spank me. I'm Herbert's
wife and I'm to obey him."

"Does Herbie spank you?"

"No. I don't do anything to deserve it."

"You deserve it from me."

"Even if I do, you shouldn't do it," she said forcefully. "I'm his. I'm not
yours. I'm not."

"Yes, you are. You are mine now and you will be mine as long as I want you."

"You aren't my husband."

"I never will be legally, but this is how it'll be. I'm husband number one.
I'm the main man in your life. I'm the man you need to please. Herbie is
husband number two. You'll come to me each time I call for you. You'll
joyfully do whatever I want you to do, and that includes being spanked. Get
over my lap."

"No," she snapped. One tiny fist raised as if to strike me.

"Go ahead. Hit me."

I loved watching her face as hers emotions flickered in short, bright
colors, like electricity across a metal grid. She sighed and her hand fell
limp at her side. I lifted her chin and her eyes were submissive and
questioning.

"Don't fight me, Lily."

I gave her a demanding kiss, with a hand behind her neck and the other on
her ass pressing her against me. The response was better this time.

I stroked her face and said lovingly, "You're my woman. I don't want to
punish you, but I have to do it. You haven't given me any choice. If I let
you get away with being disobedient this time, you might think you can do it
again."

"No, I won't," she murmured.

"Yes, you will. That's human nature. I'll be as gentle as I can this time,
but next time will be harsh. Understand?"

She nodded.

"Lie down over my lap."

She sighed and lay across my lap with her head and torso on the bed and her
legs dangling in the air. She folded her arms to rest her head on them. I
pulled up her skirt and lay it across her back.

Most people have a tailbone that turns in when it reaches their ass, but in
some the tailbone turns outward. That makes an anchor for a jutting,
aggressive ass. Goldie Hawn has one of those. So did Lily Brooks. It was a
great ass. Not too big, not too small. Firm and high. A kissable ass. A
pattable ass.

Her ass had a little hollow right at the top, between the small of the back
and where the crack starts. Below the hollow, it ballooned, curved and full,
before disappearing in the fold where it joins her thigh.

"You do have a beautiful ass," I said.

"I do not," she replied unconvincingly.

I kissed that small hollow. Lily squealed, twisted away, and plopped on the
floor. Time for action. In a spilt second, she was over my lap again. I
spanked each cheek six times, alternating left to right. The spanks were
delivered with a pop of the wrist. They smarted and left a red hue, but
didn't hurt that much.

She overreacted, complaining and fighting shamelessly. When her spanking was
over, I held her in place with my arm around her waist. Her ass spasmed as I
stroked it with my fingertips. My fingers trailed down her thighs and
between her legs. When I released her, she didn't move until I guided her to
a standing position.

"You liked that," I said.

"No, I didn't," she said as her lower lip trembled.

"If you want another one, ask for it. Don't be bad to make me do it. Hold
you skirt above your waist."

She complied. I kissed her again as one hand gently tugged on her pubic
hair.

"Spread your legs."

When she obeyed, I tugged lightly on her labia. She struggled with her
emotions, which flared for me to see.

"The next time I come through that door, Lily, I'm going to fuck you," I
said.

I kissed her again. There was no resistance, only hot and eager lips, lips
that were soft and ready for me.

To be continued

Please!  Give me your comments!

E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com

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