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Subject: {ASSM} The Fountain:  Part One (Mf+ bd nc)
Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2002 17:10:05 -0500
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The Fountain:
Part One
By Mr. Bishop
auto44958@hushmail.com

(Mf+  bd  nc )


The strap whistled like a demon, and my wife would have screamed
if she could, but the gag was very efficient. A throaty rush of
air was all she could manage to force through the ball's
ventilation holes.

My arms felt as though they were going to pull out of their
sockets and the ropes were cutting into my wrists but still that
damn Jap doctor prattled on and left me hanging.

"There are ten levels of pain that can be inflicted without
causing physical damage. Your wife has attained `the rabbit' and
`the wind', now I shall bring her to `the fountain', three levels
in one day are impressive. She has much potential."

As though he was her fucking school teacher I thought but did not
say. I knew by now that any attempt on my part to ameliorate my
wife's suffering only served to make things worse. Like when I
had pleaded with him to stop whipping her breasts.

"However," he continued, "everyone should have a chance. I'm
going to give you a chance to save your woman."

He smiled at me as though he meant it then went on, "You must do
your part and refrain from attaining an erection for the next
half hour."

He leaned in towards me and clapped his hands, with that pasted
on toothy smile staining his face the whole time. I heard a door
open behind me and then footsteps as two girls who couldn't have
been more than sixteen years old moved by me on either side. They
took up position behind the evil imp and stood facing me, their
expressions one of mixed fear and anticipation.

"Make him a man in thirty minutes or you join my new lady," he
barked in a cold guttural voice, "But you mustn't touch his cock
at all." If the girls were afraid of the Jap they didn't let it
show in their faces. Instead they smiled and bowed politely to
him, before turning to each other and joining in a deep, probing
kiss. I had always loved pictures of women making love to each
other. It was my deepest fantasy, but this did nothing for me. My
wife was suffering and I couldn't help her, and that was all that
was on my mind. The women stripped, stroked, and ate pussy, but I
was not there. I knew what they were trying to do and why they
were doing it, but their safety was not my concern, and judging
from the fearful, frustrated way they looked at me, I guess they
knew it too. Still, they were determined, especially when they
yanked my pants and underwear off.

I was proud of myself. I wasn't fighting back their seduction, I
was immune to it, even when they sixty-nined and brought each
other to a writhing, moaning orgasm ... it didn't matter to me.
Afterwards they collapsed on each other and lay breathing
silently and deeply; enjoying the afterglow I suppose. Finally
they opened their eyes and looked at me in frustration.

Then, the tall one, the one with the pixie hair cut, rounded ass,
rich black pussy-hair, and c-cup breasts, knelt in front of me.
She rested her hands on her thighs and looked up at me with the
most seductive threat I had ever seen. Then she leaned back and
with one hand began teasing her breasts while her other hand
began slicking into and around her wet pussy. Even I was
surprised when I failed to respond.

I was beginning to feel in control of the situation, as though
there was hope that I would find a way to save my wife, maybe
even get a chance to beat that little Jap shit into the ground. I
was a man, an American man, and my hate would see me through
this. Then the other girl, the short, stocky blonde, the one I
was not attracted to, moved behind me and slid her tongue as far
up my asshole as she could. That fucking Jap, it was a horrible
thing to make a girl do, but she did it, and my dick bounced up
stiffer with every beat of my heart.

The pretty one looked up at my pulsing cock triumphantly. I
wanted to say something to her, to justify myself, but all I
could manage was a moan as the other one let her warm, wet tongue
slip out of my ass.

I looked towards my wife, an agonized apology on my face, but she
didn't see it. She had used this gap in her torment to rest. She
hung limply in her bonds, eyes closed, as far away from this
place as she could get.

The damn Jap grinned at me as he spoke, "And, now I present ...
`The Fountain'.




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