Message-ID: <41704asstr$1049767805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit From: supermof@fastmail.fm X-Epoch: 1049750512 X-Sasl-enc: cZxL8UrZDJ/vxbCDwmcAZQ X-Original-Message-ID: <20030407212152.B41ED2DEC6@www.fastmail.fm> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 07 Apr 2003 13:21:52 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} The Downward Spiral Chap 6 (by MOF) Date: Mon, 7 Apr 2003 22:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/41704> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates The first five chapters of this story can be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MOF 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. MOF -- supermof@fastmail.fm -- http://www.fastmail.fm - Same, same, but different... <1st attachment, "The Downward Spiral - 6.doc" begin> Chapter 6 by Megan Smith Mom, Eric and I (I suppose you could include David) had a busy day. First we went shopping. Then we came home and for the rest of our busy day the three of us were naked. We built paddles to abuse our asses, tapered dildoes to shove up our assholes, bowls to eat out of like dogs and stools with dildoes attached to stretch our sphincter muscles. David thought it would be a good idea to stretch our assholes so we wouldn't suffer as much when he sodomized us. David is a thoughtful person. We spent a good part of the day with the tapered dildoes inside of us. Once we removed those we sat on our stools with larger, more unrelenting dildoes inside of us. The interesting thing is that the dildoes felt kind of neat... kind of sexy. After hustling around on our knees taking care of dinner we got a break and relaxed in front of the TV. But, naturally, that didn't last. David decided that it was time to try out our new paddles. We crawled into our bedrooms and retrieved them from the wall. Based on the one swat that I had received, I was not looking forward to what was coming. I'll never understand why I get aroused when looking forward to such excruciating pain but aroused I was. I strongly suspected that within the hour I'd be crying and begging for mercy and the thought of it was making me wet. Go figure. I'm sure that part of it is releasing all control of my being to another person. And to know that that person has the power to use and hurt me any way he or she pleases. I don't know why this is erotic but it is. David remained in his chair. He decided that we should hurt each other instead of having to do it himself. He ordered, we obeyed. "Jill, stand and touch your toes. Keep your knees straight," he ordered. Mom's in pretty good shape and she managed without difficulty. She looked pretty sexy bent over with her damp sex peeking out beneath her ass. "If you break position, Jill, you get extra," David continued. "Give her five swats, Eric. Hard. If I feel that any one of them isn't hard enough she'll get extra and so will you. Batter up." I don't think Eric needed any extra incentive. He's a natural born paddler. He rose to his feet and using mom's personalized paddle smacked her in the ass. Hard. Mom gasped but held position. Four more hard smacks. Mom held position as her cheeks grew fiery red. Eric's prick was hard and I was getting wetter. I tingled. "You may swat Eric, now, Jill," said David. They exchanged positions and Eric got his. It took some steam out of his prick. Next I exchanged five with Eric and then I exchanged five with mom. As mom slammed the last three blows into my ass tears were welling up in my eyes but with considerable effort I managed to hold position. When the paddling was done David had his three sniffling sufferers kneeling in position at his feet. "That was just a warm-up," he said. "You'll all be under SPH tomorrow morning when you get up. The first thing I want you do is insert your dildoes in each other. You better be up by nine. I don't want us to be late for church. One more thing. No sex to night." Dildoes? Church? We're going to church with a dildo stuck up our ass? God help us! I slept with Eric that night and we kissed and petted some but obeyed David and refrained from sex. It took some effort but we managed. I set the alarm and got up at nine. First I peed then I dragged Eric out of bed. We crawled to where David had put our dildoes and found that he had attached a wooden ball to the end of each one. One ball was red, one blue and one yellow. As we discovered this mom crawled in and we each picked a color. Once my dildo was inserted the ball squeezed between my cheeks and made me even more aware of its presence. Eric and I showered on our knees and crawled to the kitchen where we put cereal and milk in our red bowls and some juice in our blue ones. Mom joined us. When David entered he was presented with three red fannies sticking up in the air, each accented with a dot in the center, one red, one yellow and one blue. An hour later we were getting out of the car to attend church. This was not a usual experience for us. Every now and then mom would get religion and decide that we should all attend and that would last for about a month and we rejoined the relapsed. The church we attended was the one we went to regularly before dad died and we belonged to (at least in name) ever since. As a result we got to shake many hands and hug many people. An interesting experience, considering that we were wearing no underwear (per David's instructions,) mom and I were both wearing skirts (also per David's instructions,) and had dildoes up our asses. Both mom and I have boobs that aren't all that large so the lack of bras wasn't too noticeable. I noticed, though, that some of the male hugs were a little tighter than usual. We met the Mortons, much to their surprise, and we agreed to sit together. Beth seemed like a nice kid but her brother, Todd, was a real dick-head. He'd always ogle me and make smartass remarks about how he'd like to get inside my pants or something. It took him two seconds to determine that I didn't have a bra on and two more to "accidentally" brush his hand against my tits while reaching across me to shake hands with David. The adults sat in one pew and we kids sat in the pew in front of them. Beth on the inside, then Eric, me and dick-head on the aisle. Eric was torn between wanting to sit next to Beth because he had a crush on her and not sitting next to her because he was embarrassed abut the state of his asshole. I could see the bulge in his pants and see that Beth noticed it to. Every time we stood Eric had to take a second to arrange himself. He wasn't his usual loquacious self. Todd sat tight against me and kept rubbing his leg against mine. Then he devised the strategy of reaching across me to get his sister's attention and touching or rubbing my tits in the process. That would have been only a minor irritant except every time he did it the little shit would look at me and leer. During the anthem I whispered in his ear to keep his hands to himself and he leered once more me and said, "If your gonna flaunt 'em I'm gonna touch 'em." The worst part of it was that with the leg rubbing and tit touching and the dildo in my bottom I was getting wet and I could feel my face flush. Todd whispered, "You like it, don't you." "No!" I whispered back. "Now stop it, you little shit!" He dropped his hymnal on the floor and had his hands all over my bare legs retrieving it. I kept my knees together like I thought I was the Virgin Mary. That kind of stuff lasted the whole service. I bet he dropped his hymnal five times. He got a good feel passing the collection plate. The service finally ended but even then my ordeal wasn't over. When he stood to let me out his hand felt my ass. I was terrified that he'd feel the ball on my dildo and I must have jumped a foot. We finally got out of there. I don't think we were in the car two second before I began bitching about what a dick-head Todd was. David smiled and said he wasn't that bad and that we were going to the Mortons for dinner tomorrow and I should be nice to him. "I'm going to need a stun gun," I mumbled. When we got home the three of us immediately stripped naked and prepared lunch, which we ate in the customary manner, bowls on the floor, butts in the air. After lunch we were relegated to our stools and this time Eric's and mine had the larger diameter dildoes. I could feel the difference but it wasn't any less comfortable. We sat in the same arrangement that we were in before, the three of us facing each other, sitting on our dildoes and displaying our sex. David left us to ourselves, again. As soon as he was gone I started in about Todd and told mom and Eric what a jerk he was in church. They both thought it was funny and laughed. After I was through venting about Todd I told Eric that it looked like he was happy to see Beth. While I said this I looked fixedly at Eric's prick which was semi-hard even now. Eric blushed. "You like her, don't you?" asked mom. "Well, yeah, I guess I do," he said, "but she's only fifteen and I'm not sure I should have a relationship with a fifteen year old kid. Particularly when I'm fucking my sister, my mother and her boyfriend. She might not understand." As he said that he placed his hands on the stool seat and slid up and down on his dildo a couple times. "She might not understand some of the other strange things we do," he added. "You don't have to tell her everything," I said. "I like her and I think she's pretty mature for fifteen. And, of course, you don't have to take part in all this." "Yes I do," he replied. "As much as I hate to say it, I love all this. I couldn't stand it if I thought I had to give you two up. Strange as it may seem, I'm happier now than I've ever been. This is my whole life now and I don't think I could include a normal relationship with a normal person." "I guess not," I said. I didn't think I could either. We talked about other things and there were some pauses that would last five or ten minutes when we didn't say anything. During the pauses we'd drink each other in with our eyes. We'd stare at each other and we had become so close that we didn't find it awkward. I'd stare at Eric's chest, his legs his face and his penis, which was sometimes hard and sometimes not and, usually, somewhere in-between. I'd stare at mom's sex and consider her labia and how they parted slightly revealing a glimpse of her damp inner lips. And I'd stare at her breasts and her hard erect nipples and the slight flush on her face and the way perspiration formed on her upper lip. And I'd feel Eric and mom inspecting me just as closely and it aroused me. After about two hours David returned. He told Eric that he was off SPH and to dress if he wanted. He told Eric that he was going to learn about control today. Eric climbed off his stool but he didn't bother getting dressed. He just collapsed, naked, into a chair. Being naked is a state you can get used to as long as some of the other people present are also naked. If the temperature's right I think it's preferable. It feels good. Then David addressed mom and me. "You two are still on SPH. The first thing I want you to do is clean off the dildoes and then get Eric and me a couple beers and some cheese and crackers. After that there are some exercises I want you to do and then Eric and I are going to improve the color of your rosy bottoms and we're going to try out those hole you've been stretching for us." "Yes, Master David," we replied. We slipped our bottoms up off the dildoes and got down on our hands and knees. We performed our chores, having to leave our knees occasionally to reach something. When we were done we knelt at the feet of our two masters. "Megan," said David, "I want you to lay on your back. Eric and I are going to watch as your mother makes oral love to your cunt. But no orgasms. Not yet." I lay on my back as instructed, feet flat on the floor, knees bent, legs spread. Mom knelt between my legs and her face went straight to my sex. She cradled my bottom in her hands as she began kissing and licking and I was humping away in shortorder. "Master David." I gasped, "I better stop or I'm going to come." "OK," he said. "Change positions." We did and my tongue was quickly deep inside my mother. I found a strange peaceful security in having my face buried in my mother's crotch, drinking in the smell and taste of her sex and arousal. For some reason I found it to be as erotic as having her doing the same to me. I loved feeling her respond to my tongue and drive against my face. I could feel her approaching an orgasm and, although it was the last thing I wanted to do, I pulled my face away but remained kneeling between her legs. I wrapped my arms around her legs and squeezed them against my body. I wanted to feel her and be part of her. I lowered my face, wet with her juices, to her leg and rubbed my cheek against it and kissed and licked it. If some one had even touched my sex I would have come. Mom was just as close. I could feel it, smell it. David sensed our arousal and had us kneel in position. We were both panting and our displayed sex was wet and swollen. "Get your paddles," he said. We crawled off toward our bedrooms. Now the fun starts, I thought. We returned and were instructed to lie over the kitchen table lengthways, one at each end. If we slid forward just a bit, which is what we were instructed to do, our faces were adjacent to each other. I wrapped one arm around mom's head with my palm on her back and she did the same to me. Our other hands gripped the side edges of the table. Our lips were touching or, if we each turned our heads a little, we were cheek to cheek. David positioned himself next to my ass and Eric next to mom's. The first blow came crashing into my butt, forcing the air out of my mouth and into mom's. Mom got it next. Then me. Then mom. Then me. Then mom. We tightened our hold on each other's head and pressed our cheeks together in an embrace made passionate by pain. We each got ten swats. Mine ranged from the top of my cheeks to the top of my thighs. I didn't think anything could hurt as much as that paddle slamming into my thighs. By the time we had received ten swats mom and I were both crying and our tears mixed on our faces. At the end of ten there was a respite and I stroked mom's hair and her neck and I kissed her cheeks and her lips and her wet eyes. As we consoled each other David's finger, made slippery with Vaseline, poked into my anus and probed around. It slipped out and I could feel him wiping it clean on my hip as his prick, also slippery, began poking its way into my asshole. David pushed it through the sphincter muscles that were made accessible by the various dildoes and I felt the length of him slide into me. It felt smooth and hard and pliant like a phallus that belonged in me and not some foreign piece of wood. So much better I thought. I could tell by the rhythmic rocking of mom's head that Eric had entered her and was pumping away. Our lips touched and our tongues probed as their loins banged against our suffering asses and their hard pricks slid in and out of our bowels. My climax was approaching when the prick slipped out of my anus and I felt nothing. Through mom's lips I pleaded. "Please. Please. Don't stop," I cried quietly. Eric and David exchanged places and now it was Eric wielding the paddle that slammed into my ass. His swats were harder, more aggressive. I didn't think it could be possible but they hurt even more. The noise of the paddles smacking naked flesh filled the room, each one accented by our piteous cries. After five swats I had arrived at the absolute limits of my capacity to endure pain. The swats continued. My entire body was shaking and quivering. My bare toes were dancing on the cold kitchen floor. My face was awash with salty tears. When the paddling finally stopped it seemed like my ass continued growing hotter. Mom and I were sobbing uncontrollably into each other's faces. Through the pain I felt Eric's prick push into my anus and begin its stroking rhythm. As my body began to respond with its own involuntary pumping I heard a buzzing sound, like an electric razor. I felt a vibration against my sex, between my labia, against my clitoris. The vibrating dildo slipped into my sopping vagina and began stroking in time with the hard penis ravaging my bowels. My back arched, my neck extended and bursts of unintelligible noised issued from my mouth. Eric's loins continued assaulting my abused ass. Pain and vibrations and rhythm coursed through my body sending rushes of adrenaline to my fingertips, to my toes, to the bottom recesses of my brain. I looked into my mother's face and saw my passion and ecstasy reflected in her eyes. Through the reaches of my orgasm I felt Eric's semen course through his penis and shoot deep into my bowels. The rush throbbed through my body again and again and began to subside into my pain and my exhaustion. As the orgasm ebbed, mom and I lay face to face, cheek upon cheek, soul to soul. Eric, his softening prick still in me, began kneading my back with his strong hands, restoring some of the life that had been sucked out by the orgasm. Time passed. Somehow I had moved from the table to the tile floor where I lay on my side hard against my mother's supine body, my one leg extended and my other wrapped around her hip. Our cheeks were together (had they ever parted?) The floor was cold and hard and we crawled to the family room and collapsed on the floor. David and Eric had provided us with cushions for our heads. I could see them somewhere in another world, their lithe, naked, glistening bodies relaxing, one on the sofa and one in a chair. My whole existence had been reduced to the pain in my bottom and an overwhelming all pervading peace. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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