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Subject: {ASSM} Repost "The Witness" part 01 (Mf,nc,anal)
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Copyright (C) 2003 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
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All the characters and events in this story are
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is
entirely coincidental.

The Witness
(Being part one of a continuing story of non-
consensual sexual slavery.)

By
Norm DePloom

It was a perfect win-win solution to everyone's
problems.  They got a hung jury for their friends and
eliminated one of the primary witnesses and I got to
live out all of my sickest, most antisocial fantasies
with a beautiful young Asian woman.  I'm sure the DA
wasn't happy about the results, but I'm not in charge
of keeping the DA happy.  The two teenaged Hmong gang
members had shot, and killed a teenaged Pilipino gang
member.  What's that to me?  The more these young punk
gang members kill each other the better as far as I'm
concerned, helps clean out the gene pool.

Lynn, the one of the main witnesses for the
prosecution was a sixteen-year-old Hmong slut.  My
cock got hard and throbbed just watching her strut up
to the witness stand.  I watched her grinning at her
friends as she recounted the drive by shooting.  She
was so totally full of herself, the kind of little
slut-brat that looks right through a man like me as if
we weren't there at all.  Unless they think we have
money, that is.  I spent the entire time she was
testifying day-dreaming about holding her down and
forcing my hard cock into her tight Asian cunt.

Now, a couple of months later, the bitch was tied up
and gagged in my trunk.  My cock was hard, achingly
hard in anticipation of fucking the slut.  I pulled
into my garage and closed the overhead door before
opening the trunk and looking at the sweaty,
disheveled girl who was looking up at me with terror
filled eyes.  I could see no sign that she even
recognized me as being one of the jurrers in the
murder trial she had just, at least in her own eyes,
starred in.  I smiled at her, then grabbed a handful
of her hair and pulled her from the car.  Unable to
use her bound arms for balance, she stumbled and fell
to the cold concrete floor.

"Get up slut," I said giving her a forceful shove with
the toe of my boot.  It's not easy to get up when your
arms are tied behind your back, try it sometime if you
don't believe me.  As she struggled to her feet I
noticed bruises beginning to show up on her face and
arms.  Her tummy was bear where her blouse had come
un-tucked and had worked its way almost up to her arm
pits.  As soon as she was back on her feet I gave her
a shove towards the door leading into the house.

"Move," I ordered giving her butt a push with my hand.
I'm sure she had thought that she was going to be
murdered when the Hmong gang members grabbed her when
she was on her way home from the mall the previous
night.  Now I wondered if she was wishing that they
had.  If not she soon would be.  It's amazing how
helpless a person is when their arms are properly
bound.  I'm not talking about just having her wrists
tied, I'm talking about her arms being pulled back
almost to the point of dislocating her shoulders and a
strap wrapped tightly around them above the elbows.
She stumbled up the single step and through the door
into my kitchen.  I moved her through the house to the
double doorway between my living and dinning rooms
then, standing behind her pressed the prongs of my
personal defense 'zapper' to her side and pressed the
button.  The coat of perspiration on her skin helped
deliver a greater shock to the girl, she jerked
violently twice then collapsed to the floor.

I had already installed eyebolts in the floor and over
head in the door jamb.  They were spaced to hold her
securely in a spread eagle position.  While she was
recovering consciousness I rolled her over onto her
stomach then, after dragging her into position, I
quickly attached thick nylon cuffs to her ankles.
After spreading her legs I attached the ring on each
cuff to the short length of chain attached to the
eyebolt in the floor.  I un-strapped Her arms, buckled
nylon cuffs around each wrist then, lifting her off
the floor, pulled her left arm up and attached the
ring on the wrist cuff to the chain hanging from the
top of the doorframe.

As I reached for her right arm, she started trying to
fight back, but several hours of having her arms
strapped behind her back, and being brought to her
knees by an one-hundred-seventy-five-thousand volt
shock had taken most of the fight out of her; I had no
trouble getting her right hand wrist strap attached to
the chain hanging down from the doorframe.  One by one
I adjusted the chains, pulling her legs further apart
and her arms higher up and further apart.  There was
enough room in the double doorframe for me to step
between her spread-eagle body and the doorframe on
both sides.  I moved around her, really looking at
what she was wearing for the first time.  Lynn's white
silk blouse had been dirtied and pulled out of her
skirt by the kidnaping and by the ride in my trunk.
Her bare tummy trembled in fear as I moved around her.
Lynn's skirt was full enough that it still hung down
to her knees in spite of her spread-eagle position.

She tried to pull away, but the chains and cuffs held
her tight as I lifted the front of her skirt.  I
watched her face turn bright red as I looked at her
panty and panty hose covered crotch.   She had long,
straight black hair, as you would expect on an Asian,
and I could just barely make out the dark shadow of
her pubic hair through her panties and panty hose.
She was, as best she could with the chains holding her
legs spread, shifting her weight back and forth from
one foot to the other.  I realized that, mixed with
the fear and humiliation, there was a look of
desperation on Lynn's face.  She must, I thought with
a smile, have great bladder control to have not let it
go when I shocked her with the zapper.  That kind of
muscle control boaded well for her being an excellent
fuck.

I fashioned a couple of towels into a diaper and tied
them to her crotch with most of her skirt bunched up
with it.  Once Lynn's diaper was in place I pulled my
recliner around to face her, then sat down and
watched.  I really enjoyed the misery and desperation
on her face as she tried to hold her urine back.  I
waited patiently for another fifteen minutes before
the expression on her face changed to an interesting
combination of relief and humiliation and a dark wet
spot spread through the towels.  The center of her
diaper sagged as it filled with liquid then, when it
could hold no more, streams of the warm fluid flowed
down her legs.  I left her hanging in the doorway,
soaked from the waist down with her own urine, while I
went into the kitchen and made a snack for myself.
When I came back she was, of course, still hanging
spread eagle in the doorframe.  Untying the towels I
removed her 'diaper'.

"What a filthy disgusting pig you are," I said holding
her wet skirt up gingerly with my finger and thumb,
"didn't your filthy pig parents teach you not to pee
on yourself."  I dropped the skirt, "I'm going to have
to punish you for this."  As she begged me with her
fear filled eyes, I could hear her trying to talk
around the gag.  I took the towels and, after putting
them in the washing machine, returned with a pair of
Gengher shears.

"A filthy slut like you doesn't deserve such nice
clothes," I said as I opened the shears and displayed
the razor-sharp cutting blade to Lynn.

"I guess you're just going to have to spend the rest
of your life naked," I continued as I sliped the lower
blade of the shears under her blouse and, with a slow
steady motion, pushed them up toward her neck.  The
material parted easily on the sharp edge of the blade.
The young bitch's body jerked, and she yelped through
the gag, a couple of times when the sharp point of the
blade dug into her.  As the blouse fell open,
revealing her almost transperent bra, I noticed blood
welling up on her skin where the shears had cut her.
I continued cutting and taring the blouse, ignoring
her whimpers and body jerks when the point dug into
her tender body, untill all but a few shreds of silky
material, that remained hanging around her arms, laid
in shreds at her feet.  One cut with the shears and
the young whore's skirt joined the growing pile of
ruined clothing on the floor.

Lynn's nipples, and her large dark areola, were
plainly visible through the thin stretchy material of
her bra.  Clasping her right nipple with the thumb and
forefinger of my left hand I pulled the stretchy
material away from her breast then cut the material
with the shears, leaving her nipple and areola
protruding through a not quite round hole in her bra
cup.  Another quick snip and both of her nipples stood
out naked.  Setting the shears aside, I leaned over
and, while squeezing and massaging one of her breasts
with each hand, moved my mouth back and forth between
her exposed nipples, licking sucking and biting each
in turn.

My cock was hard, and tired of being confined so I
stopped sucking on Lynn's nipples and undressed while
I admired the view.  The slut's eye's widened when I
pulled down my trousers revealing my dick to her.  I
could only assume that it was larger than the high
school boys she was used to.  I stroked myself a
couple of times while she watched, then picked up the
shears and attacked her panty hose.  By the time I
finished her nylons were nothing but scraps around her
ankles, and several more small cuts, each oozing
blood, adorned her body.  I made a clean cut up the
outside of the left leg of Lynn's panties, then let
them slip down her right leg to join what remained of
her hose around her ankle.

"I want you to thoroughly and completely understand
this," I said as I ran the point of the shears over
her flawless light-brown skin, "I own you.  I will do
whatever I want to you and nobody will stop me or
rescue you."  Lynn's body slumped, and I heard a sob
behind the gag.  Grabbing a handful of her fine, long,
straight, black hair, I pulled her head up and looked
into her eyes.  I opened the shears and placed the
blades on each side of her left nipple.  "If I decide
to cut off your nipple, or your nose, or your tongue,
there's nothing you can do to stop me."  I removed the
threatening shears from Lynn's nipple and, instead
pinched it gently between my thumb and forefinger.
Then I moved my hands up her chest to her neck.

"If I decide to kill you, nobody will stop me," I told
her as I pushed my thumbs against her windpipe,
cutting off her air.  I contiued to watch with a great
deal of interest as Lynn's face turned red and she
began to flail against the chains in growing panic.

"But you're not here to be killed," I assured her,
easing the pressure on her trachea so she could suck
air through her nose and the hole in her ball gag,
"you're here to be fucked."  I released her neck and
picked up the fiberglass rod.

"But, before we get to the fucking," I said as I ran
the cream colored implement over glistening the skin
of her breasts, "I want you to meet your new best
friend."  I pulled the long black hair back from
Lynn's face.  Her hair, like her skin, was damp with
sweat.  "Your new friend's name is Rod," I explained
to the terrified young girl.  "Technically it is a
fishing pole blank," I explained, "a strong, limber
rod of fiberglass with no guides attached yet."  As I
talked I bent the rod nearly in half to demonstrate
its flexibility.  "It does however," I continued with
pride, "have this nice cork handle that gives me
perfect control."  Taking a step backward I moved the
rod away from my trembling victim then swung it toward
her, parallel to the ground.  The rod landed on her
breasts, striking squarely across both of her nipples.

I heard a muffled cry of pain, and Lynn's body bucked
against the chains holding her spread eagle in the
doorway.  I stepped closer to Lynn and watched the
welts rise on her firm, smooth breasts.  The welts
looked like two straight horizontal lines, one across
each breast.  The center of each line was interrupted
by a nipple.  Still holding the rod in my right hand,
I ran the thumb of my left hand over the welts on
Lynn's breasts.  Lynn cried and begged in a language I
couldn't understand, but I didn't need to speak Hmong
to understand what she wanted.

I stepped back and brought the second blow down on
Lynn's firm, flat stomach.  Without waiting for the
welt to appear, and ignoring the cries and sobs as
Lynn's body jerked against the chains, I delivered the
third blow to the front of her thighs. Moving around
to her back I delivered blows to Lynn's shoulders,
butt, and the back of her thighs.  Each blow was
accompanied by muffled cries and a wildly gyrating
body as Lynn tried to avoid the next stroke.

I don't know how many times I hit Lynn with the rod,
nor how long I kept up the punishment.  I only know
that I didn't stop until my arm was too tired to
continue.  Lynn was hanging by her wrists, her knees
bent, her head hanging forward limply and a long
string of drool hung from the hole in her ball gag
down onto the floor.  She had not cried out in pain,
or tried to dodge the last few blows.  Her entire body
was crisscrossed with red welts, only her pussy and
her inner thighs had escaped the rain of blows.  I
had, soon after the first blow with the rod,
discovered that the position she was in was inadequate
for proper punishment of her crotch and inner thighs.
It's ok, I thought as I grasped her stringy, sweaty
hair, I'll get those later.  I tossed the rod aside
and pulled Lynn to her feet.

"Now," I said as I slapped her a couple of times to
help her focus, "its time for fucking."  Lynn moaned
miserably and struggled to stand up on her own.

"To help you understand how much power I have," I
continued, holding her up by her hair, "I'm going to
fuck your ass and force you to have multiple orgasms
while I'm doing it."  Lynn's eyes were looking at me,
but she displayed no real comprehension.

"In fact," I continued, "before I'm done you're going
to be fucking yourself on my cock."

"Did you let your gang friends fuck your ass?" I asked
as I traced the crisscrossed welts across her breasts
with my finger.  I heard a loud grunt as Lynn shook
her head emphatically to indicate that she had not
been fucked in the ass before.

"So you only let them fuck your cunt?"  She answered
with another grunt and emphatic headshake.
Apparently, in spite of her slutty demeanor, I had a
virgin on my hands.

"Did you suck their little cocks with your mouth?"  I
asked as I ran my finger over her lips which were
stretched around the ball gag.  Lynn hung her head,
then nodded in the affirmative.

"So you'd drink their cum, but you wouldn't let them
fuck you."  Lynn nodded in agreement even though it
hadn't been a question.

"Well," I said as I moved around behind her, "that's
going to change. You'll never again get to choose who
fucks you."  My cock had been hard since I watched the
Hmong gang members dump my bribe into the trunk of my
car, but I took my time arranging myself behind Lynn.
Reaching around her waist I placed one hand on the
inside of each of her legs, just where the thigh ends
and the crotch starts.  I picked her up, spread her
legs a little further, then pushed the head of my hard
cock against her rectum.  I could hear Lynn whimpering
as she pulled on the chains trying to get away from my
cock as it pushed her virgin ass open.  Since it was
lubricated only with her persperation, I had to pull
part way out and push back in several times before I
had the weeping girl's anus stretched around the base
of my hard cock.  I could feel an artery in her bowels
pulsing against the bottom of my cockhead.  Wrapping
my left arm around her waist, I held myself buried
deep inside her ass as I pushed my right hand into her
crotch and began to work two fingers into her cunt.

I started slowly, rubbing my fingertips down from her
clitoris, over her pussy lips, then back up over her
clitoris.  Each time I moved from her clitoris down to
her cunt lips I pushed my fingers deeper into her
pussy.  After several strokes she generated enough
lubrication to allow me to work my fingers all the way
inside.

Once her cunt had lubricated enough for me to fuck my
fingers completely in and out of her pussy I used a
steady, slow rhythm.  I would run the entire length of
my fingers over her clitoris as I curled my fingers
into her cunt.  Continuing to curl my fingers I would
stroke her 'G' spot with my fingertips then reverse
the action allowing the full length of my fingers ro
rub across her clitoris again on the way out.

After twenty or thirty slow strokes over her clitoris
and into her pussy, Lynn's cunt suddenly produced
copious amounts of natural lubricant.  Impaled on my
cock and with my fingers moving slowly and
methodically up and down over her clitoris and in and
out of her pussy, Lynn's cunt got wetter than any
other I'd ever experienced.  My whole hand became
coated with her pussy secretions and my house began to
smell like Hmong cunt.  Down over her clitoris, into
her pussy to stroke her 'G' spot, then back up over
her clitoris, with her anal sphincter feeling like a
living cock ring around the base of my hard dick I
patiently stimulated my young Hmong bitch's cunt
until, at last, I was rewarded by a bearly detectable
twitching of her grotesquely stretched ass.  I kept up
my slow methodical pace for several more minutes and
was rewarded with a faint whimper and just a hint of a
contraction of her butt muscles as she unconsciously
made the first tentative fucking motions with her
hips.

Still I persisted, never varying the timing or speed
of my fingers moving back and forth over her clitoris
as they fucked in and out of her cunt and repeatedly
stroked her 'G' spot.  It took several more minutes of
patient work before I was rewarded with a deep
guttural moan from Lynn's throat as she made the first
definite, unmistakable thrusts of her hips in an
effort to fuck her cunt on my fingers and her ass on
my hard cock.  As I held her naked body tightly
against mine with my left arm around her waist, my
slut quickly matched the thrusts of her hips to the
slow steady movement of my fingers.  She'd thrust
forward fucking her cunt further onto my hand as my
fingers moved down across her clitoris and into her
pussy, then she'd thrust back, pushing my cock deeper
into her ass as my fingers moved out of her cunt and
back over her clitoris again.

No longer just hanging from her wrist cuffs, Lynn had
turned her hands and was now holding onto the chains
that were attached to the top of the doorframe, using
them for additional leverage as she bent her knees and
balanced on her toes to get a better position to fuck
herself on my cock and fingers.  Never in my life had
I seen a slut get as wet as that little Hmong bitch.
Her cunt lubricant seemed to crawl over my skin,
coating my entire hand up to my wrist.  Her pubic hair
was drenched and matted.  It even seemed to have,
somehow, flowed back between her legs to coat and
lubricate my cock as she pumped her ass back and forth
on it.

I never varied my stroking across her clitoris and
into her pussy even as her body stiffened and jerked
its way through her first orgasm.  As her body
relaxed, I continued to hold her ass impaled on my
cock and continued moving my fingers down over her
clitoris, into her cunt to stroke her 'G' spot then
back out of her pussy and up over her clitoris without
pausing or changing the tempo or speed.  After only a
few moments of rest Lynn was once again fucking
herself, with even greater lewdness on my fingers and
cock.  I took my new little fuck toy through four
orgasms of increasing magnitude before I joined the
fun and began fucking my cock in and out of her tight
and, now, well lubricated ass with long hard strokes.
She thrust herself back onto my cock, fucking her ass
with obvious pleasure.  The noises coming from my slut
were unintelligible through the gag, but she obviously
wasn't asking me to stop.

I continued pounding my cock into her rear until I
felt my orgasm approaching then, holding my spasming
cock deep in her bowels, anointed her ass with my cum
while she jerked and twitched through another orgasm
of her own.  After I came in her rectum I held her
against me, my cock still deep in her ass, and my
fingers still deep in her cunt, while I recovered my
breath.  When I pulled my hand from her pussy,  my
cock from her ass and released my grip on Lynn's waist
she hung limply from her wrists, obviously exhausted
by her ordeal.

I moved back around to the other room and sat in my
recliner.  Before me was what must be the most erotic
sight in the world.  A sex slave with her just fucked,
exhausted body, crisscrossed with welts from a
whipping, her hair stringy and matted from her
exertions, her skin shinning with sweat and cunt
secretions, hanging limply, spread eagled and chained,
available to be fucked again and again and...




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Norm DePloom
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