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From: "Georgie Porgie" <georgieporgie@fastmail.fm>
Subject: {ASSM} Meadows 03: Last Chance Gone {Georgie Porgie} (Bbg8 pedo bond exhib)
Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2003 21:10:04 -0500
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          Don't skip over this disclaimer!  It's important!

       This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                 http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www

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"If the First Amendment means anything, it means that a state has no
business telling a man, sitting alone in his own house, what books he
may read or what films he may watch."  -- Justice Thurgood Marshall

Never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A STORY
because you're under some stupid arbitrary age that changes from country
to country, and year to year.  But if you're under the stupid arbitrary
age at the particular time and place you read this, keep quiet about it.

And never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A
STORY because some people currently in power in the place you live (no
matter if that's your country or your home) have decided THEY don't like
to read what YOU like to read.  But if they've 'banned' this story, then
keep quiet about it reading it.

The author does not condone abuse of any person, by any other person,
regardless of the ages, genders, heritage, or political or biological
relationships between any of the persons involved.  Abuse includes any
activity done without the willing participation of everyone directly
involved, unless done to prevent other abuse under this definition.
But it also includes using force or threats to interfere in, disrupt,
or prevent the activities of others NOT committing abuse under this
definition, by others who are NOT directly involved.  Any person guilty
of abuse under this definition should be arrested to prevent such abuse.

"There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.  Books
are well written or badly written.  That is all."  -- Oscar Wilde

Fantasies are fantasies, and are not real life.  This story is a FANTASY
and if it involves abuse of anyone by anyone else, then nobody should
act that way in real life, nor tolerate anyone else acting that way in
real life.  But neither should anyone object, in real life, to anyone
else's FANTASIES, let alone try to justify real-life abuse because of
them.  In over 30 years of reading and writing stories like this, the
author has NEVER hurt any real person, nor tolerated anyone else doing
so.  Enjoying FANTASIES like this DOES NOT and NEED NOT not make anyone
a monster in real life, as long as they understand that real people are
not to be treated this way.

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This story is Copyrighted (C) by Georgie Porgie.  All rights reserved.
It may be FREELY reposted to any appropriate newsgroup providing all the
following conditions are met:

1. This header remains attached to the story unchanged.
2. The full disclaimers below remain unchanged.
3. The subject line is unchanged, allowing potential readers to decide
   to avoid the story if they wouldn't like it.
4. The story is posted unaltered, either by addition or deletion.

People who flood the newsgroup with a hundred stories, none of which
have story codes, are obnoxious morons wasting the time of everyone
reading the group, and providing nothing of value.  I don't want any
of my stories to be posted by obnoxious morons.

It may be FREELY archived on any appropriate web site providing all the
following conditions are met:

1. The web site links ONLY to: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www
   rather than rudely BYPASSING all of the descriptions and disclaimers
   that would otherwise be required.
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   (including, but not limited to, 'registration' or charging a fee),
2. The link title includes enough description to allow readers to decide
   to avoid the story if they wouldn't like it, and
3. The reader is required to SEE, if not read, the full disclaimers and
   description prior to deciding whether to read the story, just like it
   is on http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www
4. The story is archived unaltered, either by addition or deletion.

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                   Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday

This fantasy involves two boys (age 13 and 9) and a girl (age 8),
bondage and exposure of the half-willing girl, gradually getting
naughtier and naughtier until the boys take it way beyond what she
wants.  It is complete in 11 chapters, with more "books" planned.

As always, this story is not real, has never happened, and I hope will
never happen, and any resemblance to any real or imaginary person,
character, structure, or place is purely an unintentional coincidence.
The location was chosen at random and researched very little, and has no
relationship to any real or imaginary person associated with that real
location.

                   Chapter Three: Last Chance Gone

Marie is further exposed with no complaints from her, then she's gagged.

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                               Meadows

                   Book One: Marie's Naughty Sunday

                         by Marie Benoughtie
                    (ghost writer Georgie Porgie)
                           4 January, 2003


                   Chapter Three: Last Chance Gone

Darren and Rusty stood there panting awhile, without saying anything.
There wasn't much I could do, tied up as I was, but I did wiggle and
squirm a bit, as if I was still trying to get untied.  I didn't want
them to realize I hadn't tried to escape much, if at all, in the whole
ten minutes they were gone.

"Time's up!" Darren declared.

"And you didn't get untied, and you know what that means!" Rusty added.
"Time for your spanking, Marie!"

Despite being out of breath from running back to their farm and getting
whatever it was they got, and running back to my home, they both still
sounded rather nervous.  I figured they were afraid I might tell on them
if they did anything more.  They'd already left me laying tied to my bed
with my silk nightgown pulled up and my panties showing, and they were
standing there staring at me still laying there like that.  They didn't
want to get in trouble, but I could tell they wanted to do even more.

They moved up closer, one boy on each side of me.  I looked away from
them and kept feebly twisting around.  Of course the thin black leather
belt on my wrists didn't budge even a little bit.  The cloth straps on
my ankles, holding my legs out wide to the side rails of my bunkbed,
were just as tight as ever.  All I did by squirming was to excite my
neighbors even more.  I squirmed again, feeling naughty, knowing the
boys were looking at my white silk panties, and the words "I'm a Little
Devil" in flaming red lettering.  I felt like a little devil.  I almost
giggled, but that would have given me away.

Unless I spoke up right away, and told them to stop or else I'd tell,
they were going to spank me, right on those panties, whether I wanted
them to or not.  I knew if I told on them they'd get in so much trouble,
and they knew it, too.  After all, my daddy was one of the deacons at
the church, and my mommy was the organist.  That's why when I told them
I wasn't feeling well, they'd gone to church without me.  And one of my
uncles was the pastor.  Not the one who had given me the ribbons, but a
different one.  And besides all that, my family was rich.  We had more
than five square miles of the best Illinois farm land, first farmed by
Obadiah Meadows, my great-grand-daddy on my mother's side.  He was so
important around here they named the whole town after him.

On the other hand, I knew if I told on them that I'd get into a lot of
trouble too, for letting them in the house in the first place.  My daddy
didn't like their daddy, and he didn't like me playing with Darren and
Rusty in the first place, because they never went to church.  Letting
anybody in the house when nobody else was home was even worse.  Putting
the two together, I wasn't sure who would get in more trouble, me from
my parents, or them from my parents.  Their daddy wouldn't care, I was
sure of that, but mine would throw a fit.

"We'll give you a few more minutes to get untied," Darren offered.  The
tension in his voice was back stronger than ever.  I wondered why, and I
wondered why they were giving me more time, instead of spanking me right
away when they had the chance.

The answer came a few seconds later.

I felt a coolness on my back.  I couldn't turn my head to see what had
caused the sensation, since my wrists were tied together by the belt
and pulled tight to the headboard of the bed, pinning my head between
my arms.  But it didn't take much for me to guess that either Darren or
Rusty had carefully lifted my pink silk nightgown up off my back.  He'd
done it so slowly and carefully that I hadn't felt it move against my
skin at all.  Clearly he was trying to make sure I didn't know he was
doing it.  I played along, acting as if nothing was happening at all.
I pulled on the belt again, squirming against the straps on my ankles,
with no more result than ever.  Not that I was trying very hard.

It didn't matter which boy had done it, I knew they were both looking at
my bare back, probably all the way up to my shoulders.  I shivered, not
from the cold, but from the thought that I was laying there on my bed,
wearing nothing at all except my panties from my neck on down, with two
big boys looking at me close enough to spank me.  Close enough to touch
me, even.

I heard one of them murmur, or maybe both.  They must have liked what
they saw, enough to risk me telling on them for it, because they didn't
put my nightgown back down for a long time.  I twisted and pulled on the
belt and straps somewhat, but I kept my mind on trying to tell what they
were doing, where they were moving, where they were looking, as best I
could.  Rusty moved to the end of the bed away from my head, so he must
have been looking at my bottom from between my legs while Darren held my
nightgown up high.  Then he came back, and Darren moved.  I felt a brush
of silk against my shoulder when they changed places, but I acted like I
didn't feel it.  I knew they could see almost my whole bare body from my
neck down, tied spread out right there in front of them.  I knew they
liked seeing me that way.

'What are they thinking about?' I wondered.  They weren't thinking I was
going to get untied if they just gave me 'a few more minutes' that was
for sure.  I wished they'd get around to spanking me, or something, but
they didn't seem to be in any hurry to put my nightgown back down.

When I finally felt the slight weight of the sheer silk coming down onto
my skin, it wasn't the middle of my back where it had been.  Whichever
boy had last held it, he'd lowered my nightgown carefully down onto my
shoulders.  I was still almost bare.  I lay there knowing what they were
doing, knowing how much of my bare body they could see, and knowing I'd
get in an awful lot of trouble if my parents found out.  I trembled with
nervous excitement almost as much as they were.  I hoped they would take
my shivering as a sign I was cold, even though it was plenty warm in my
bedroom.  I suddenly remembered to pull and squirm some more, realizing
I had stopped some time ago.

"Time's up, for real this time," Darren decided.  "Time for some whap
whappety whap!  Right, Marie?"

I think he was checking to see if I would tell on him if he did it, not
to make sure I wanted him to spank me, but only to make sure he wouldn't
get in trouble for it.  "If that's the rule, then that's the rule," I
sulked, trying to sound annoyed but resigned to my fate, so he wouldn't
worry.

"Let's gag her first," Rusty joked.  "And let's use these!" he added,
picking up my knee-length white socks the boys had dropped on the floor
after pulling them off my feet while tying me up before.

Darren didn't take it as a joke.  "Great idea!" he answered, taking one
of the socks and leaning over the bed beside my head.  He lifted my long
brown hair aside and pushed the sock underneath my cheek.  He pulled it
from the other side as soon as it showed through.  I knew I only had one
more chance to escape the spanking they were planning to give me, and I
only had a few seconds left to use it.  But I just lay there letting him
take that chance away.  He tugged the ends of the sock upward on both
sides of my head, gently at first, then harder and harder, until finally
I opened my mouth and let the sock in.  I felt the sock wrap around my
head, then he was trying to tie it together.  He had some trouble with
my hair, until he flipped it all out of the way over my head.  He tugged
the sock tighter until it almost hurt me, making sure it would stay in
my mouth no matter what I did.  Then he finished tying it off.

Before that moment, I could have told him to stop any time.  I had had
plenty of chances, but I had said nothing.  After he pulled the sock
tight, I couldn't do anything but mumble.  And I didn't even do that
much.

There really was no way to stop them from spanking me.  No way at all!

A moment of fear gripped me when I realized that I couldn't change my
mind during the spanking, and tell them to stop if they spanked me too
hard, or too long, or it hurt too much.  There was nothing I could do
except lay there in my panties and wait for it.  And after the wait,
there would be nothing I could do except lay there and get it.  Again
I wondered what they were going to spank me with, how hard they would
spank me, how many times they would spank me, and how bad it would hurt.

And again I wondered if I would cry.  I guessed yes.

Darren smoothed my hair into place down around my neck, and bent my head
back so he could look me in the face.  He grinned down at me.  He turned
my head so Rusty could see me with the gag in my mouth, too.  I looked
up at them, wondering what they were thinking about.  My uncle Luke, the
one who had given me the colored hair ribbons, had once told me that my
beautiful brown eyes spoke epic stories.  Whatever story my eyes were
telling, both boys seemed very pleased, grinning down at me with obvious
satisfaction.  I realized they really liked the fact that I couldn't say
anything.  They liked the fact that I had no way to complain, no matter
what they did to me next.

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      This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www
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