Message-ID: <41736asstr$1049926205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit From: supermof@fastmail.fm X-Epoch: 1049909633 X-Sasl-enc: 21K7/2FeEcABf6r2vdwhMQ X-Original-Message-ID: <20030409173353.5B62630D72@www.fastmail.fm> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 09 Apr 2003 09:33:53 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} The Downward Spiral - Chap 7 (by MOF) Date: Wed, 9 Apr 2003 18:10:05 -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/Year2003/41736> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates Chapter 7 in the on-going saga of the Smith family. Does anyone care? Doesn't matter. The story continues. If you're new to the series, and if you have the fortitude, you should read chapters 1-6 first. They're found at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MOF This story is MMmff, humil, spank, oral and stuff like that. The usual caveats apply. If you're not an adult do what I did when I was your age. Lie. No, no, no. I didn't mean that. I meant go somewhere else. Disney.com or something. MOF -- supermof@fastmail.fm -- http://www.fastmail.fm - Sent 0.000002 seconds ago <1st attachment, "The Downward Spiral - 7.doc" begin> Chapter 7 by Eric Smith I had graduated to the ranks of sodomites. I had sodomized my mother and sister. As I sodomized my sister, Megan, I drove a vibrating dildo into her cunt. I thought she was going to explode. I think every muscle in her body contracted. The noises she made were inhuman. That night she slept with my mother and I slept alone. David left specific instructions that when he returned Monday morning he better find us on our stools. All he said was that he wouldn't arrive before 9AM. I figured that we were off SPH until 9 but mom and Megan would have none of that. They were sure that SPH was implied and that we had to remain naked and crawl and eat on the floor out of our dog bowls. I knew that if I didn't follow suit David would find out and I'd pay for it. Of course, I was going to pay anyway. All I had to do was look at Mom's and Megan's blistered behinds to know what mine was going to look like before the day was over. I did the SPH thing anyway. At nine we greased each other's assholes and mounted our dildoes. Mom and Megan both winced as they settled their abused butts on to the stool. The stools have something like stirrups that we put our ankles in, thereby spreading our legs. Until David showed up and told us to dismount, our only view was each other's naked bodies and prominently displayed sex. We had nothing to do but talk and gaze on each other. We talked about anything and everything. That morning I wondered aloud what my day was going to be like. "I sure hope you get the paddle," responded Megan, "and I hope that I get to help. You made me jump. It's going to be payback time." She was smiling. Thinking about payback seemed to please her. "I had to paddle hard," I protested. "David said I had to." "He didn't tell you to swat harder than he did," she said. "Do I paddle harder than David?" I asked. "You just thought it was harder because I paddled you second and you were already sore. What do you think mom?" "You paddle harder," she replied, smiling. "But don't worry about it. We'll live. Besides, it just means that when we get a shot at your behind we'll respond in kind." "Today's your day, Eric," Megan said. "I'm going to feel much better when I'm through with you." "Well, if I got it coming I guess I got it coming, then," I said. "Was all that pain worth it? I've never seen you two come so hard." "It was worth it as far as I was concerned," said mom, still smiling. "I don't think I ever had a more intense orgasm. And I've had a bunch." "It was worth it," said Megan. "Where did you get those dildoes from? That felt great!" "I don't know," I replied. "David got them someplace." We went on in this vein, talking about orgasms and sex and our beatings. After an hour we became sort of stiff (our muscles, not our genitals, although my prick had bouts of stiffness, too.). It was difficult to move because we were impaled on the dildoes. All three of us would occasionally slide ourselves up and down on the phalluses to get some movement and because it felt good. David didn't show up until eleven and we were ready to get off. Mom and Megan more than me because they wanted to get off their sore bottoms. Fortunately, he gave us permission to dismount. Mom and Megan were taken off SPH but I wasn't so lucky. They remained naked for a while but then they both put on a pair of boxers. They said it was more comfortable than sitting on their raw bare bottoms. I had one master and two mistresses and they kept me busy. I cleaned the dildoes and fetched their boxers and did everything else they desired. I fixed lunch and served it and cleaned up afterwards. Since I was still on SPH I ate out of my bowls on the floor. After I cleaned up my torment began. David had me kneel in position. "You know, Jill," he said, "Eric's a very pretty boy." I blushed. I didn't like being called pretty, although it might have been a fair statement. My features were small and attractive and my build, although masculine, was slight. I kept myself in excellent shape and had little body fat. Then David said, "Lets shave him." "Cool!" said Megan. "I'll get the stuff." Off she went to the bath and quickly returned with a basin of hot water, a safety razor, shaving cream and some towels. She looked and sounded excited. She liked the idea of shaving her younger brother. Mom joined her to help. They had me lay on my back and the two of them proceeded to soak my pubic hair, soap it and shave it. They did an excellent job. Their busy hands made me hard, something that elicited a number of rude jokes. I had to return to position and they checked out their handy work. All three felt that it was an improvement. I felt even more naked. But the two women in my life weren't through. Mom said, "I think maybe we should shave his armpits, too. What do you think, Megan?" "I think you're right," she responded. Then she got excited. "Let's shave everything!" she enthused. I was squirming. I didn't like having my crotch shaved, let alone everything. I'd look like a cue ball. "No," said mom. "I refuse to shave his head. Let's say the neck down. What do you think, David?" David acquiesced. I didn't like it a bit but no one bothered to ask me what I thought. Beth took off and returned with fresh water and more towels and the two of them went to work. They shaved my armpits and then my arms. They shaved the hair off the top of my knuckles and the half dozen hairs on my chest. They shaved my legs, both top and bottom and any hairs the found on the top of my toes. They shaved the few hairs they found on my back. They even shaved my ass. Megan spread my cheeks and mom wielded the razor right to the brown border if my anus. A few hairs at the bottom of my crack gave them trouble and they picked those out with tweezers. They decided that in the future a depilatory would work better in my crack. Mom and Megan had a gay time fussing over me and discussing all my body parts as they shaved away. When they were finished you can't believe how naked I felt. My arms and legs and ass and genitals were smooth like a young boy's. It was an eerie feeling. They couldn't stop petting me and exclaiming how good it felt. I found the whole ordeal to be humiliating and arousing. My life was narrowing down to one of pain, humiliation and arousal. It was strange that I found such a life to be so satisfying. When mom and Megan were satisfied with their work David decided that it was time for my beating. He had me place one of the kitchen chairs in the middle of the family room floor. Then he had me fetch my paddle. I was growing more and more nervous as I did these things because I knew what was coming. Mom and Megan didn't help. They kept making comments about what they intended to do to my rear. Finally, I was bent over the chair, gripping the seat, waiting to get my butt pounded. Mom was first. Her job was to deliver five. She laid on three hard smacks that had me squirming. After the fourth David said, "That's not hard enough, Jill. Try to be a little more merciless. That one doesn't count." I got two more. They took my breath away. Megan's turn. When she said payback, she meant payback! Her five had me crying and I was only half way home. After they were delivered I saw through my tears that David was naked and his prick was hard. Time for my buggering to begin. Tenderize and sodomize. He stuck his prick in my mouth and told me to get it nice and slippery. I did the best I could. He had some trouble forcing it past my sphincter so her returned to my mouth for more saliva. This time I tasted shit. My shit. My buggering continued for several minutes with David driving it in to the hilt causing me to pant and groan. Back to my mouth for another cleaning. Back to the paddle. Mom gave me five more swats that were more ferocious and more painful than her previous swats. Arousal was sending strength into her swinging arm. I was quivering and shaking andsobbing. Megan's second turn at bat. There was no mercy. The harder she hit, the harder I cried. The harder I cried, the harder she hit. When her last swat crushed my ass I had no consciousness other than the agony in my ass and thighs. I was indifferent to David's prick in my mouth and then my ass. I was more conscious of his loins pounding against my suffering cheeks than I was of his prick driving in and out of my rectum. I was still sobbing when he shot into me. I was still sobbing when he withdrew his softening prick. Five minutes later I was still bent over the chair, still gripping the seat and still sobbing. Finally he allowed mom to comfort me. She took my hand and we simply stood in place, our arms wrapped around each other, my tears dampening her hair and neck. Eventually the pain had subsided to a point to where I could control myself. "Well," said David in a cheerful voice. "Time to get ready for dinner at the Mortons." I had forgotten about the Mortons. I could cover my bruised ass but what about my arms and legs. They'd notice for sure. And how could I sit all the way through dinner. This was going to be mental and physical agony. I began crawling toward my room when mom said, "You're off SPH, now, Eric. You can walk." I struggled to my feet and to the bathroom. I viewed my backside with dismay. My ass cheeks and upper thighs were a mass of purple bruises surrounded by beet red skin. I showered and suffered as the hot water splashed off my bum. I suffered some more as I pulled on my underwear. I wore slacks to cover the fact that my legs were shaved and sandals instead of tennis shoes hoping that the summer look of sandals would offset the winter look of slacks. I chose a shirt with the longest short sleeves that I could find. I suffered as my seat contacted the car seat. My thighs hurt more than my seat. At least my pain distracted me from my embarrassment about my shaved arms. When we arrived at the Mortons their daughter, Beth, ran to greet us. She was cute and pretty and she bubbled enthusiasm. She hugged Megan and turned to me. She took my arm (I made a conscious effort to not jerk my arm away) and gave me her coquettish look and led me toward their back yard. I loved Beth and always had. She was way too young for me (when you're eighteen three years is a lot) and I knew it but that didn't mean that I couldn't dream about her. I know that it was just a kind of puppy love, but isn't that the best kind in some ways? No commitment, just unrealized passion. And, of course, I had chosen a life style that precluded any kind of normal relationship. In spite of all that I enjoyed being with her and drinking in her zest and erotic youth. She was erotic. She had developed from adolescence to teenager with blazing results. Every movement exuded grace and youth and vitality. Am I laying it on too thick? Probably. But that's the way I felt. Todd was his usual obnoxious self. Full of snide remarks and obvious double-entendres. Always hanging around Megan making a pest of himself. She had to fight him off like housefly. He had a thoroughly obnoxious way of coping a feel and then turning his bright blue eyes on her and saying, "Oh, gee. I didn't mean to do that." At one point during the afternoon I heard Megan hiss at him through her teeth, "If you do that again I'm going to castrate you, you little shit!" He just smiled and said he was sorry in a way that you knew he wasn't. The four of us played croquet while our parents sat inside in the air conditioning and had cocktails. It was hot but I enjoyed myself in Beth's company and no one had noticed my shaved arms so I began to feel comfortable. My ass still hurt, of course, but the pain had become nothing more than a minor irritant and most of the time I didn't even think of it. Beth teased me about the long pants and I just laughed along. Beth and I tried to include Megan and she was kind enough to leave us to ourselves. There was nothing hot or romantic between us. We just had fun laughing and teasing. When we were called for dinner Beth took my hand as we walked toward the house and my heart skipped a beat. I couldn't believe that after all of the things that went on with Megan, mom and David that I could still be turned on holding a pretty girl's hand. When we sat down to dinner I gave an involuntary wince as my rear met the chair seat. I looked to see if anyone noticed and both mom and Megan were smiling at me. I turned red but no one else noticed. Dinner was good and afterwards all eight of us gathered in their family room and talked and laughed. During one of those inevitable lulls in the conversation I could feel David looking at me. I turned toward him and he raised his hand and pointed his forefinger at me. Then he snapped his fingers. My heart leapt to my throat. I couldn't breath. He couldn't possibly mean it. But it was obvious that he did. I was to be put on SPH. What should I do? I didn't have to obey. I could just give my head a shake, telling David no, I'm through, and that would be that. The alternative was falling to my knees and assuming a subservient position in front of the Mortons. In front of Beth. And if I did that I knew that there would be another snap of the fingers and I'd have to strip. And show my hairless body. And my bruised ass. Everybody in the room was looking at me. Beth with a quizzical look. Megan with an expectant, almost hungry look. Todd with a disdainful look. Mom with a loving look. I fell to my knees and spread them as I sat back on my heels. I pulled my stomach in, thrust my chest out and folded my hands behind my head. I looked only at David and waited for his next command. The command that would destroy the last of my dignity and at the same time begin building a new kind of dignity. The fingers snapped and he touched his shirt collar. I tried to separate myself from the room. To look at nothing and pretend I wasn't there. I stripped off my shirt and reached behind me to remove my sandals. I heard Todd exclaim, "He's shaved!" I thought of Beth and blushed and tears welled up in my eyes. The tears made me blush even more. I could feel the red travel to my neck and chest. I unbuckled my belt and lifted my bottom off my heels as I slid my pants to my thighs. I dropped my butt to the floor and moved my legs to the side and proceeded to slip my pants off over my feet. Every eye in the room was watching me. Nobody said a thing. My underwear followed my pants and I returned to position, displaying my shaved genitals. Mrs. Morton and her husband were sitting behind me and I heard her gasp when she saw my exposed, bruised bottom. Todd was visibly excited. He jumped up and squatted down beside me, touching my bare thigh and saying, "Look, Beth. Every hair on his body is shaved. He's like a little girl. Did you see his butt?" He jerked his hand away, afraid that he might seem queer, touching me. Beth came over and knelt beside me. Her hand reached out and stroked my arm. My penis was erect. "Your beautiful," she said quietly. "I think he's like a girl," said Todd excitedly. "Let's put some lipstick on him like a girl." He was bouncing around like he couldn't contain himself. It occurred to me that the Mortons (at least their children) had readily accepted the situation. They knew immediately that I was simply there for there amusement. Whatever they wanted of me they could have, as long as David OK'd it. Megan knelt beside Beth and looked critically at me. "He might be cute with some makeup. What do you think, Beth?" When given the chance, I was going to kill my sister. Beth smiled into my eyes. It wasn't a malicious smile. More of a mischievous smile. "Let me see what I can find," she said and got up to hunt for implements to make my humiliation complete. Megan looked at David for his OK and he nodded in return. Beth returned with a small bag of makeup. My prick was hard and I was crying. Not bawling or anything, but my eyes were wet. I had lost control of my emotions when I gave up control of my body to David. The two girls proceeded to apply the lipstick. They instructed me how to stretch my lips as they put it on and I obeyed. The lipstick was followed by followed by some kind of rouge and eyeliner. Beth used a tissue to dab the tears out of my eyes before she applied the eyeliner. It's impossible to describe the emotions that the small gesture created inside me. When they were through with the makeup they sat back and admired their work. I could hear mom and David and the Mortons talking and laughing quietly but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Todd went on and on with statements like "Oh, she's so pretty," and "She's such a pretty little girl but what's that nasty pole between her legs." "Let's do his nails," said Beth. I couldn't believe that she was caught up in humiliating me. She was only fifteen, for Christ's sake! They had me sit on the floor with my legs extended. Megan did my fingernails and Beth painted my toenails. They used a red polish that they said matched my lipstick. As Beth knelt over my feet and did my toes every erotic emotion known to man (and woman?) coursed through me. When they were through Megan had me sit with my knees bent, feet flat on the floor and my hands on my knees. And my legs spread wide. Can't forget to show my hairless sex with maximum exposure. In this position my nail polish was allowed to dry without becoming marred. Beth had humiliated me with the makeup and nail polish. I think she was playing with me like she used to play with her dolls. I amused her. But, somehow, I think she cared for me. I know that sounds silly but I imagined that there was more motivating her than simple cruelty. With a concerned look on her face, she said, "Your bottom looks terrible. Does it hurt to sit on it." More humiliation. I thought the question was humiliating but I had to respond and address her as I'd been taught and that was going to be even more humiliating. Without looking at her I said, "Yes, Mistress Beth. It hurts to sit on it." Beth smiled and had the grace to blush. Todd picked up on the honorific immediately. "Hey you with the hard-on," he said, "What do you call me?" "I have to call you Master, Master Todd," I responded. "This is so cool," he said. "I'm your master! Whatever I say you gotta do. Right?" "Yes, Master Todd," I replied. Tears were welling up in my eyes again. At this point David interrupted. "Is your polish dry yet, Eric?" he asked. I checked and responded, "Yes, Master David." "Then I want you to get back in position. I have a small exercise I want you to complete." I didn't like the sound of that but I complied. "Beth, can you bring us a bowl, a cereal bowl or something?" he asked. "Sure," she responded and fetched the bowl. David looked at me and said in his quiet way, "Eric, I want you to masturbate in the bowl. I don't want you to lose even one drop of semen. You may hold the bowl or, if Beth would like, she can hold it for you." Beth knelt between my spread knees and with her two hands on the bowl, held it under my hard prick. She smiled at me and said, "I'll hold it for you, Eric dear." In that one sentence my feelings for her had gone from puppy love to lust. Pure, unmitigated unfulfilled lust. Through eighteen years of conditioning I was still humiliated, a fact augmented by the presence of Todd and Beth's parents. But I knew that this was as it should be. I put one hand on my naked, hairless thigh and began stroking my prick with the other. My red nails contrasted with my white skin. Beth was watching my prick intently so that when it started squirting she wouldn't lose any cum. "Maybe you need some lubrication, Eric," David said. "Would you like to spit on his hand, Beth?" Of course she would! What a dumb question! Beth looked at me mouthed the word "OK." I held my open palm under her chin and she bent her head forward and dropped a glob of saliva in it. Before I could withdraw my hand she grabbed it with hers and held it under her mouth. She worked up some more saliva and deposited that in my palm and also. Then she returned both hands to the bowl and fastened her eyes and her attention on my prick. I began stroking again. It didn't take very long. I shot a prodigious amount of cum into the dish. We both had our heads bent forward watching the cum eject from the end of my penis. Never had there been an ejaculation with more concentrated attention. Beth caught every drop. "Wow," said Todd. "Way to go, Erica." I'm gonna kill that kid someday, I thought. Beth knelt between my naked thighs, holding the bowl of cum in her lap, as I recovered from my orgasm. "Now drink it up, Eric. Every drop. Lick the bowl clean. If she'd like, Beth can hold the bowl for you." Beth raised the bowl to my face. I placed my hands over hers so that we were both holding the bowl and so that there was physical contact between us as I lapped up my own semen. I licked and I slurped and she giggled slightly at the noise. I paused and raised my head to look in her face and had some cum on my chin. I buried my face in the bowl managing to lick it clean. With my hands still over hers we lowered the bowl to her lap and the backs of my hands rested on her thighs. Everyone seemed to be mesmerized by my humiliating experience. But for me humiliation had evolved into a whole new kind of love for Beth. I found that I did, indeed, love Beth. But it had to be this new kind of love. Love defined by David's control. I wondered if this was to be consummated love. That was up to David. And Beth. I somehow knew that when it came to SPH, Beth would never be a recipient. "It's getting late," said David. "It's been a long day and we better get going. You can ride in the trunk, Eric. Beth and Todd can bring your clothes over tomorrow when they visit." David looked around to confirm that this was OK with everybody and not hearing any objections he said, "Good." David, mom and Megan piled in the car and David backed it up to the garage so I could crawl in the trunk without being obvious. On the way to the garage Beth took my hand. Just the two of us were in the garage together and she placed her hand on my butt and caressed it feeling the hard bruises. She whispered in my ear, "I love you, Eric." I whispered back, "I love you, too, Mistress Beth." She kissed me on the cheek and gave my butt a painful squeeze. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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