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Subject: {ASSM} The Downward Spiral Chap 5 (by MOF)
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You'll notice that I've learned how to spell "spiral." And you probably
thought it was just a literary conceit.
I've fixed some other errors in my previous stories and made some
improvements and they can be found at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MOF
The first four chapters of this story can also be found there and I
suggest reading them first.
The story is Mmff, humil, spank, oral, incest and other nasty stuff. The
usual caveats apply. Let me know what you think.
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Chapter 5
by Jill Smith
Two weeks had passed since Megan, Eric and I were introduced to
SPH (suffering pain and humiliation). During that time the three
of us had a lot of conversations about the day we were initiated.
That's what we called it, our initiation. Our initiation into
SPH. A defining moment in our lives.
We'd talk about how strange it was for us to have sex the way we
did. We'd talk about the things we did and how nasty they were
and how good they felt and how painful they were. We wondered if
we were perverted and if we were, did it matter. There were some
conversations that included David but most of the discussions
were among just the three of us. There was nothing we wouldn't
say to each other. We had no inhibitions, which is
understandable when you consider the things we did with each
other that day.
Since that day, one major change in our lives was our sleeping
arrangements. Each night I had a different partner in bed,
sometimes two. It was like musical beds. One night I might
sleep with David and another with Megan and another with Eric.
One memorable night I slept with both David and Eric. Sex that
night consisted of Eric on his back and me riding him. Then I
lay forward and David entered my anus from behind. They were
both in me at the same time. It was difficult to keep a rhythm
going and finally Eric slipped out and we were all in such a
frenzy he couldn't find his way back in. He finally came all
over my tummy. David, old pro that he is, shot deep inside my
bowels. I had already orgasmed and was just along for the ride.
Our timing wasn't always perfect.
Some nights I eschewed sex but I still had a partner. We'd
cuddle and kiss but we were just to pooped to pop. Or at least I
was. Another fun thing was that whomever I slept with I'd shower
with the following morning. Believe it or not, this usually did
not result in sex. Usually. It was just a great feeling to have
someone wash your back and your tummy and your bottom and your
breasts and your..., well, you get the idea. I learned that
petting and intimacy without an orgasm can be a great feeling.
Life is more than the "big bang."
David slept at our house about half the time and with me about
half the time he was at our house. The other times he'd sleep
with Megan and/or Eric. During some of our heart-to-hearts Eric
would tell Megan and me about his nights with David. He said
that they were sexual and that sometimes they even kissed on the
lips. With tongue! (There was nothing we didn't talk about.)
He said that sex was always oral. One night Eric asked David
about anal sex and David said be patient. In due time.
Our bodies had healed. My welts were entirely gone after one
week but Megan and Eric's bottoms took longer. I think the last
of the color disappeared after ten days. I suspect they were
disappointed when all signs of their torment had left.
Our social life was limited to evenings with the Mortons. This
was a family that I had known for about a year but David had
known longer. Steve and Shelly and their two kids, Beth and
Todd. Beth and Todd were both younger than my children but after
our initiation they were Megan and Eric's only social friends.
Our lifestyle and values had changed so drastically that Megan
and Eric simply felt that they had nothing in common with their
former friends. Can you picture Megan and her girlfriends
talking about sex and Megan describing how her brother came in
her face after her ass had been brutally caned? Not likely.
Beth was fifteen and a darling girl. Blond hair, blue eyes and a
sweet personality. A very attractive girl. I think Eric was
secretly in love with her in spite of their age difference. Her
brother, Todd, was fourteen and also seemed like a nice boy but I
don't think Eric and Megan were too crazy about him. He could be
kind of sneaky sometimes. He needed to grow up a little.
We had exchanged dinners once since our initiation. Once at
their house and once at ours. They'd show up about five and
while Steve, Shelly, David and I had a few drinks the kids would
go the basement and shoot pool or something. Megan and Eric
didn't seem to mind occupying the Morton kids and, like I said,
Eric enjoyed being around Beth. Then it was dinner, more
socializing after dinner and home by eleven. Then to bed with my
partner(s) of the night. The Mortons were a breath of sanity in
what had become our crazy life. The rest of the time it was
Megan, Eric and me and sometimes David. And that seemed to be
sufficient.
The three of us were wondering with trepidation and anticipation
when, or even if, we would be placed under SPH again. We went on
a shopping trip that answered the "if" part. First the four of
us went to the local home improvement store. We purchased three
unfinished wooden stools. Then we went to the tool section and
purchased three chisel handles. A chisel handle is just that.
The handle is made of wood and is about six inches long. It's
rounded on the end and gets thicker to a diameter if a little
over an inch. Then it tapers to a smaller diameter and then back
out a little. It's perfect for shoving in you ass and your
sphincter muscles grabbing the tapered part. But we'd learn all
about that later. Then we purchased two dowels a couple feet
long. One was about three-quarters of an inch thick and the
other about an inch and a quarter. Also, we purchased a couple
sets of stick-on letters.
After the home improvement store it was off to the pet store
where we purchased six bowls for feeding dogs. Three were blue
and three were red. David explained that the blue were for water
and the red were for food. We didn't have any pets and although
David didn't say whom the bowls were for we didn't have to ask.
Our last stop was at the drug store where we purchased three jars
of Vaseline petroleum jelly. Megan asked David if he was having
trouble with dry skin. David didn't answer.
When we got back to our house David started snapping his fingers
and in less than two minutes the Smith family was naked, sitting
on their heels, knees spread, tummies in, shoulders back, chests
out and hands folded behind their heads. It had been over two
weeks since we had assumed this position and I was not used to
it. Because of all of the sleeping together and sex and
showering together that had happened I didn't think I'd feel the
same degree of shame or humiliation that I felt the first time
but I was wrong. There's something about the subservience of the
position and the way it blatantly displays your sex that makes
you feel those two things; shame and humiliation. I looked at
Megan and Eric and could see by their heightened color and by the
look on their faces that they felt it to. I should also add that
I, personally, felt arousal. I could see that my two children
were also aroused.
David said, " I'd like the three of you to put your names on your
bowls. Get the stuff we bought and we'll get started."
On our hands and knees we gathered up our purchases and got to
work. We sat in a circle on the floor in the family room and
David was relaxing in his favorite chair.
"I bought these things to get you ready for anal sex," he said,
handling the chisel handles. "Have either you, Megan, or you,
Eric, ever tried anal sex?"
Both my children responded, "No, Master David."
"As you can guess, it can be painful the first time," he
continued. "Your mother can attest to that." Both of my
children looked at me and for some silly reason I reddened.
"So we're going to do some things to make sodomy more comfortable
for you. And at the same time, to further you training."
David gave the handles to me and said, "Take them into the
washroom, Jill, and thoroughly wash them and clean them with
alcohol."
I crawled off to the bathroom and did as instructed. I returned
to my place on the floor and David continued with his
instructions. "These are for the anus only, not the vagina.
Never insert these yourself. Someone must do it for you. Eric,
you can insert your mother's. Take the Vaseline and lubricate
her anus, inside and out. Then lubricate the handle... We'll
call them dildoes from now on since that's what they are. Then
lubricate the dildo and push it in. You shouldn't have any
trouble with her anus since I've already stretched it. This is
just a training exercise for her."
Eric opened the Vaseline and greased up a couple fingers as I got
on my knees and leaned forward on my elbows sticking my bottom up
in the air. Humiliation was washing over me. I felt him slide
his finger over my anus and then gently poke it's way in. He
slid it around a bit, pulled it out, got some more Vaseline and
repeated the process. Next he greased the dildo and I could feel
it poking against my anus. With one hand on my bottom cheek he
forced it in. The dildo slid in to the bottom of the taper and
my sphincter gripped it there. I returned to a sitting position.
The dildo wasn't painful but I was very aware of its presence.
It wasn't a bad feeling. In fact, it was kind of sexy.
"Wash your hands, Eric, and you can insert Megan's, Jill,"
commanded David. It was Eric's turn to crawl off to the bathroom
and I began greasing my fingers. Megan positioned her bottom as
I had done. I spread her cheeks with one hand and greased her
anus with my other. It may seem strange, but there's something
sexy about a young lady's anus. A brown rosebud waiting for my
intrusion. My finger slipped in with little resistance. Megan
responded slightly as I moved my finger around and withdrew it.
There was some brown on my finger and some feces under my nail.
Megan shit, I thought to myself. I hadn't seen that since she
was a kid in diapers. The dildo wasn't as easy. As I forced it
in and Megan gave a little cry. But she appeared to be
comfortable when the dildo settled in place and she returned to a
sitting position. She had a slight smile on her face.
"How does that feel?" asked David.
"It's not bad," she replied. "In fact it feels.. I don't know..
kind of neat."
She wiggled her hips a little as she said it, testing the
sensation. Eric had returned by this time and Megan was
instructed to insert his dildo, a task she accomplished much like
I inserted hers. I waited for her to finish and the two of us
crawled of to the bathroom together to wash our hands.
With dildoes up our butts the three of us sat in a circle and
finished putting our names on our bowls. The applique sheets had
some additional symbols that Megan and I used. She put a star on
each side of her name and I put a smile face on mine. Eric's
bowls just had his name on them.
When we were finished David said, "Lunch time. How about some
pasta with prepared marinara sauce. You can put mine on the
table and fill your bowls up and put them on the floor. You're
not allowed to use your hands for eating. Bon appetite!"
We managed to prepare the food without leaving our knees although
I was afraid that Eric would burn himself boiling the noodles.
We got David's meal on the table and ours on the floor along with
a bowl of water for each of us. We looked pretty comical
kneeling at our bowls with our faces buried in them and our butts
sticking up in the air with a dildo peeking out between our
cheeks. Eating spaghetti out of a bowl without hands is messy
not to mention noisy. There was an awful lot of slurping. When
we were done Megan and Eric's faces were covered with red sauce
and I'm sure mine was, too. They looked like they did when they
were two years old and ate spaghetti. We couldn't help but laugh
when we saw each other. David laughed, too. We managed to clean
both the kitchen and ourselves, again, without leaving our
knees.
"All right," said David, "It's time to get to work. Bring the
stools and the rest of the stuff we bought down the to the
basement workroom. You can use your feet." He left for the
workroom and waited for us. We came down shortly and followed
his instructions.
First he showed us each how to make a paddle out of some pine
boards that we had. Our paddles were six inches wide and
fourteen inches long, not including the handle. We worked hard on
those paddles. We rounded all the corners and edges and sanded
them smooth. We personalized each paddle by burning our name on
the business end with a woodburner. Then we tried them out. I
swatted Eric, he swatted Megan and Megan swatted me. We were
careful to swat flat on the cheeks so we wouldn't drive our
dildoes in. David said if a swat wasn't hard enough we'd have to
do it again and as a result the swats were hard. They hurt like
the dickens. And that was just one swat. David had paddled me
before with an old fraternity paddle so I knew what I good
paddling consisted of. It's no fun! We drilled holes through
the handles and looped a cord through them so we could hang the
paddles on our bedroom walls.
The whole time we were working we had the dildoes in our bottoms.
I was always aware of its presence. Like Megan said, it felt
kind of neat.
Next we worked on our stools. First we cut the dowels into
six-inch lengths. We cut two three quarter inch dowels and three
inch and a quarter dowels. We rounded one end of the dowels with
a file and then sanded the whole thing smooth. In the center of
the stool seats we drilled holes for a screw and then drilled a
hole in the center of the bottom (flat end) of each dowel. When
we were finished we had three stools with a six-inch dildo
fastened to the center of the seat. One of the dildoes was the
larger diameter and two of the dildoes had the smaller diameter.
David explained that the larger dildo was mine and after Megan
and Eric spent some time in the smaller dildoes they would be
replaced with the larger ones.
We cut old terrycloth towels into three-inch wide strips about
two feet long. These were attached to the rungs on each side of
the stools creating a loop that would hold our ankles. David
explained that this would keep our legs apart thereby exposing
our sex. He thinks of everything.
We carried all of our projects upstairs. We hung our paddles on
our bedroom walls and arranged our stools in a triangle in the
middle of our family room. David returned to his chair and gave
us our instructions.
"Remove your dildoes the same way you put them in. Then wash
them with soap and water and alcohol and come back here with the
Vaseline. No more walking. Crawl."
We did as instructed and then knelt in position at his feet.
David continued with our instructions even thought we all knew
what was coming next.
"Grease your dildoes on the stool and make sure your anuses are
still greased. Get on the stools, one at a time, Jill, then
Megan and then Eric. You're going to have to use your feet
again."
We checked each other's anuses and then greased our didloes.
Mounting the dildo wasn't too difficult. I climbed on the stool
using the rungs and placing both hands on the seat lowered myself
onto the dildo. It was a lot bigger that the one it replaced and
since there was no tapering it kept my anus stretched. It wasn't
uncomfortable, though. I certainly felt filled. When I was
mounted I put an ankle in each loop like a jockey on a racehorse.
Megan and Eric followed suit and when they were properly seated
the three of us were facing each other in a circle. We were a
couple feet apart. We could easily touch each other if we
desired. It was a strange feeling to have a dildo filling my
asshole, have my legs wantonly spread and looking at my two
children in the same position. As I watched there faces I could
see that there eyes were continually traveling from crotch to
chest to face and back. The vision had its erotic aspects, a
fact attested to by Eric's aroused penis and Megan's glistening
labia. My sex felt wet, also.
"Good. Is everybody comfortable?" asked David.
"Yes, Master David," we replied in unison.
"I have some things to do. I'd like you to stay put until I
return. Enjoy yourselves." Having said that, he left.
Once we were alone I asked my two children how they were doing.
"I'm OK," said Eric. "This isn't so bad. In fact it feels kind
of neat." He put is hands on the stool seat and slid himself up
and down the dildo a couple times. Then he mugged a surprised
face and said, "Woo, woo."
Megan laughed and tried sliding on her dildo, also. She smiled
and said, "Hey, not bad."
Naturally, I had to try it, too, and Megan was right. Not bad.
We talked and joked for a while and, strange as it may seem,
enjoyed ourselves. I was getting a little stiff, keeping the
same position, and I could tell that Megan and Eric were, too.
Megan said, "You know, we could get off and walk around and David
would never know."
"Unless someone told," I replied.
"You mean you'd snitch on your own kids?" she asked.
"Uh, huh," I replied in the affirmative. "Look," I continued,
"we're here because we choose to be. Your choice is to either
play the game by David's rules or not play at all. You can quit
anytime."
"I'll still love you," I added with a smile.
"I must be nuts," she said. "I'm sitting here with a pole up my
naked ass waiting to be beaten and sodomized by my mother's
sadistic boyfriend and I'm doing it because I want to." She
smiled ruefully.
"I don't think you're going to be sodomized today," I said. "You
have to spend some time on the bigger dildo first. Otherwise he
wouldn't have had you make it. You might be beaten, though, if
that makes you feel any better."
"Great," she said. "I feel much better, now. How about you,
Eric? Your ready to get your ass fucked?"
"Sure," he replied. "I've been ready. Something new. It's like
the first time all over again. Question is you. Are you ready
to have David's big dick shoved your ass?"
"Yea, I guess," Megan replied. "Mom's the one who knows what it
feels like. So what's it like, mom?"
"It's feels good," I said. "It's sexy. It hurt at first but
after I got used to it I liked it. I got stretched I guess.
Like you two are getting stretched now."
"I wonder," said Megan, "if I'm going to be sodomized by you,
Eric. I mean, David has a prick to be proud of, but yours would
me take notice."
David must have appreciated the complement because his penis,
which had been rising and falling like the Dow, took a jump.
"Eric's penis isn't any longer than David's," I said.
"Yea," Megan replied, "But have you noticed how much fatter it
is? Particularly when he's hard?"
She was right. Eric's penis was bigger around. And when he
became fully erect, he got exceptionally hard. Something I had
notice during our nights together since out initiation.
Our conversation went on in this vein until David returned with a
small bag. Leaving us on our stools he collected our tapered
dildoes and descended to the workroom. The three of us wondered
what was up and we discussed it but we didn't come to any
conclusions.
When David returned he said, "OK, guys, you can get off your
stools now and clean them up and I want Megan and Eric to replace
their dildoes with the larger ones. When you're done with that
its back to your knees and you can make dinner. Sandwiches will
be fine. You three eat out of your bowls on the floor, of
course.
We did our chores and had our dinner and spent time on the floor
watching TV as David sat in his chair and watched us. After an
hour of this he said, "I think we'll try out your new paddles a
bit and then you can go off SPH until tomorrow. Go fetchthem."
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