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Subject: {ASSM} ASSM Cassie's Come-uppance by Dr Wu 2/5 Mf/f teen humil
Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2003 04:10:03 -0400
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Cassie's Come-uppance
By Dr. Wu
MF/f, teen, semi-nc, humil, drugs, incest

  The stuff at the top: This is a story about two teenagers who drug,
sexually degrade, humiliate and generally torment a 28-year-old woman.
  If you are under 18, you should not be reading this. You should be
out getting high and trying to have sex yourself while you are young
instead of reading dirty stories on your computer.
  This story is fiction, like those WMDs in Iraq.
  If you like this story, please feel free to email Dr Wu at
doktorwu@yahoo.com.

Chapter 2


   Even though her heart was pounding, her limbs were shaky and pussy
juice was running down her thighs, Cassie Clark felt like she had to
take control of the situation. She sat on the chaise lounge, one hand
pinning her unfastened top to her breasts, her legs jammed tightly
together in an instinctive effort to shield her pussy from the kids.
   "OK, both of you!" she barked. "Get out of here! This is over!"
   "Over?" Will said calmly. "Why, Mrs. C, it's just starting. Isn't
it, sis?"
   Lyra looked up at her older brother. "Jesus, I am so turned on I
can hardly stand it, Will!" she exclaimed.
   "Tell me about it," Will said, ignoring Cassie completely. I been
watching you two through the binoculars and I was about to shoot off
in my pants. Man, what a show you put on."
   The siblings giggled. Cassie was furious.
   "Get off of my property this instant or I will call the police!"
she spat.
   "Oh don't have a hissy fit,"Will snarled back. "We knew you would
play the bitch goddess  on us. Shut up and we're gonna tell you a
little story."
   Cassie gaped in astonishment. She was so used to getting her own
way, and to be talked to like this by a couple of kids!
   "It's a story about this real bitch on wheels named Cassie," said
Will. "Thinks she's the hottest thing on two legs. But Cassie has some
problems, so she goes to see a psychiatrist named Dr. Hanson. Oh Dr.
Hanson, she says," and Will was now cruelly mocking the beleaguered
wife, "my sex life with my husband is horrible, so I masturbate all
the time. And I have these awful, awful fantasies. Sometimes I
fantasize about being dominated and humiliated, and sometimes I
fantasize about girls, about having sex with girls. But I'm not a
lesbian, Dr. Hanson, really I'm not.
   "And Dr. Hanson reassures the Rich Bitch that she's fine, and says
see me next week and that'll be $120. But what Cassie Bitch doesn't
know is that Dr. Hanson secretly videotapes his patients. I'm sure
it's all professional and he doesn't use the tapes to get off or
anything" - Will and Lyra both snickered - "but he's got this big
supply of very incriminating videos locked up in his office.
   "So one night Dr. Hanson hires a baby-sitter, and he and his wife
take the wife's car, and he leaves his keys behind, and the
baby-sitter - let's call her Lyra - calls her big brother, who comes
over, gets all the keys, duplicates them and returns them. Then it's
easy to get into Hanson's office one night, smoke a blunt and start
watching some videos for a giggle. And  guess who shows up on the
videos? It's our buddy Cassie Clark from the country club."
   Cassie flicked her eyes nervously back and forth between the
siblings. If what they were saying was true, and they had watched her
pour out her darkest secrets to Dr. Hanson, they knew her inside out.
She was trembling. Jesus, what were these teens going to do to her?
   And yet deep down in her secret heart of hearts, she wanted them to
do something to her. Anything! Just to escape from the stultifying
existence of shopping and tanning and working out at the gym and
dieting and having lackluster sex twice a month with her husband. She
craved excitement, something wild, wicked even, and the thought that
she was on the verge of getting it made her tummy do flip-flops.
   She realized she had never even seen the two of them together. Lyra
was her stepdaughter's friend, and was in and out of the house, and in
the summer used the Clark pool regularly. Will had never been to her
house; Cassie only saw him at the club, where he caddied and did
landscaping and maintenance work. But seeing them together, she was
struck by how much they looked alike, and how beautiful they were.
Both had straw-colored hair and were lean. Lyra still had a girl's
body that was beginning to blossom into womanhood, her cupcake-sized
breasts high and firm inside her black bikini top, her hips swelling
slightly. Will was all rangy young-man muscle from working hard. She
was vaguely aware their family wasn't nearly as well-off she was;
middle-class at best.
   "Which brings us up to the here and now," Will said, taunting her
and snapping her back into the moment.  "Do you still want to call the
police?"
   "What do you want?"
   "I asked you a question: Are you going to call the police?"
   "No," Cassie whispered. 
   "Or throw us off your property?"
   "No."
   "Good then," said Will. "Now why don't you take off that top and
show me those titties of yours, Cassie?"
   Cassie looked to Lyra, and in an instant, the teenager understood
something that she had not anticipated when she and Will had planned
to give Cassie her comeuppance.
   "Will, settle down," she told her older brother. She walked over to
Cassie and extended her hand gently to the trembling young wife,
pulling her to her feet. Cassie's left hand covered her mostly denuded
pubis, and Lyra stepped in close, so close that she was practically
belly to belly with her prey.
   "I'm sorry my brother is a jerk, Cassie-poo," Lyra whispered. She
moved her hand and cupped Cassie's left hand and gently began to move
it away from her pussy. "Don't worry, I can control him. We were
having so much fun before, remember?" The adolescent extended a
finger, still slick with oil and pussy juice, and gently inserted it
into Cassie's gaping slit.
   "Ohhhhh, shit, please don't do that," Cassie moaned, but Lyra kept
up a litany of calming whispering to the older woman. "But it feels so
good, doesn't it Cassie? Just let me do it a little bit and you'll be
able to cum. That's what you want, isn't it?"
   Cassie closed her eyes, whether to block out what was happening, or
to submit fully to the fantasy that was unfolding, she herself would
not have been able to say.
   Lyra used her other hand to gently pull Cassie's bikini top away
from her breasts, and she stepped back just enough so that Will could
see Mrs. Cumming's tits. The boy groaned and unzipped his cut-offs to
let his erection have a little room.
   He couldn't believe he was looking at Cassie Clark naked as he
slowly stroked his cock. She was every bit as perfect as the staff at
the club talked about. Medium height, slim and curvy, tanned all over
except for small patches of white skin on each breast and at her
crotch. Her tits had not yet started to sag, and they stood firmly out
from her chest, a delicious 34 C, capped with large pink nipples.
   The small strip of hair above her pussy slit was immaculately
trimmed. and the bold, bulging labia were completely free of a single
strand of hair. Will didn't know that this was the result of a good
Brazilian bikini wax, he just knew that he had seen girls on the
Internet whose pussies looked like this, and it turned him on
tremendously because it made everything look so exposed and
accessible. And it was going to be accessible very soon, he thought.
   Even though he wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, he knew the
outline of what he and Lyra had planned, and saw where his kid sister
was taking the game. Stepping out of his cut-offs, he quietly snuck
around the housewife and his sister, who were standing upright and
leaning into each other. He approached Cassie from behind, and beheld
the magnificent cheeks of her ass, which had started to move forward
and backward in a gentle swaying motion, stirred by the climax that
was building inside her.
   Resisting the urge to pull her asscheeks apart and shove his
bulging cockhead up her sphincter as far as it would go, he caught
Lyra's eye and winked at her. He began to gently stroke the crack of
Cassie's ass with his  fingertips, letting them play along the inward
creases of that delightful crevice.
   Barely even realizing a second set of hands was now rubbing her,
Cassie allowed herself to sink even deeper into the almost hypnotic
sexual trance.
   Lyra bent her head down and took Cassie's right nipple, which was
already erect, ever so gently between her teeth, and began to tug at
it while sucking. Cassie closed her eyes and groaned as the girl began
rubbing her quivering clit harder and harder.
   Just as Will was ignorant of bikini waxes, Cassie was unaware of
the drug that now circulated in her bloodstream. It was a potent
combination of several elements: a home-brewed drug that was
chemically similar to Viagra, directing bloodflow to the genitals,
greatly increasing desire and orgasmic potential; an experimental
chemical that acted on the brain, reducing all inhibitions in the same
way some anti-anxiety drugs reduced anxiety; and a pinch of GHB, which
would relax the subject and increase his or her pliability and
suggestibility Created by a pharmacy student in college and sold
through underground Internet channels, it was essentially a newly
concocted version of the old mythological Spanish Fly.
  Only this drug, called Slut-Puppy by the students who circulated it,
worked with a vengeance. Rumor had it that a high school girl had been
at a Christian retreat and had just signed a virginity pledge card,
and a boy with something other than Jesus on his mind  had slipped her
the drug. She was found in the back of the tour bus that brought her
to the retreat with 12 of the bus drivers lined up to fuck her while
she went delirious with repeated orgasms.
  And that had been one dose of Slut-Puppy (or so the rumor mill
said). Will had bought some from a friend at school, and Lyra had
crushed the pills into powder and poured a double dose into Cassie's
Diet Coke.
   The Slut-Puppy whirled through her system as she stood sandwiched
between the young brother and sister, barely able to stand it as they
rubbed and teased and stroked her sweat-sheened body.
   "You like this, don't you Cassie?" Lyra cooed as she switched
nipples and began to tease Cassie's other nubbin. She pulled till it
was as engorged as its twin. And all the while, Lyra kept up a
constant fingering of Cassie's sopping pussy, while Will pressed his
hard young body against her from behind and stroked her ass.
   "Yesss," Cassie hissed. Her early qualms about doing this with a
friend of her step-daughter's had melted away and she was thinking
about nothing but how great her body felt, and how badly she wanted it
to feel even better.
   "Remember how you told Dr. Hanson that you were obsessed with
sexual fantasies?" Lyra asked her, still speaking in a low, hypnotic
voice.
   "Yes."
   "You fantasize about men dominating you, don't you?"
   "Yes."
   "And at the pool at the club, you look at the lifeguards, both the
boys and the girls, and picture them naked, and makes you all tingly
and excited."
   "Uh-huh." Cassie was practically in a stupor.
   "And you go home and masturbate, don't you Cassie?"
   "Uh-huh."
   "Well this is your fantasy come to life, Cassie sweetie. Do you
want to be dominated?"
   "I do."
   "And told what to do?"
   "Oh yesss."
   "And you'll do everything we tell you to do?"
   "Yes."
   "Do you promise, Cassie-poo?"
   "Yes, I promise. Oh please, Lyra, please."
   "What is it, Cassie?"
   "That feels so good."
   "And I can make it feel even better, Cassie, if you do what we tell
you to do."
   "Anything."
   "You'll do anything, won't you, Cassie?"
   "Yes."
   "Then spread your legs apart, Cassie."
   The beautiful trophy wife began to slide her bare feet along the
concrete next to the pool, further apart. Will was now pressing his
erection directly between the cheeks of her ass, and rubbing himself
against her, but she was hardly even aware of the boy molesting her
from behind. Lyra took hold of Cassie's clit between her thumb and
forefinger and began a gently, tantalizing twisting, not enough to
hurt the woman, but enough to drive her nearly insane with desire.
   "You're getting close to cumming, aren't you?"
   "Yes, please Lyra, please make me cum."
   "I'm going to make you cum, Cassie honey, like you've never cum
before. But first..."
   "What?"
   "It's hot out here in the sun. Let's go inside where it's air
conditioned."
   "OK."
   "Cassie? I want you to kiss me," Lyra said. She tilted her head
upward slightly, and Cassie Clark glued her mouth onto the
14-year-old. Their tongues danced together, and Cassie felt as if
Lyra's tongue was flowing through her body.
   Lyra pulled back. "And when we get inside, we all need to cum,
don't we, Cassie? Will and I need to cum also."
   "Yes, anything, Lyra."
   "So just like we have been giving you pleasure, you're going to do
the same for us. And then we'll let you cum like you want to."
   "Of course." 
   "Here, Cassie, before we go inside, there's something special I
want you to wear. This is going to make everything very sexy. Do you
trust me, Cassie honey?"
   "I trust you."
   Lyra reached down into the duffel Will had brought and pulled out a
black scarf. As she wrapped it around Cassie's eyes and tied it
tightly behind her head, the girl kept up her calming, erotic patter
that had Mrs. Cumming mesmerized.
   "Blindfolds make everything even sexier, don't they Cassie? They're
part of being dominated. And Will and I are going to make you feel so
good if you keep the blindfold on and don't take it off, Cassie. Now
follow me."
  Lyra Ford took Cassie Clark by the hand and led her, blindfolded,
out of the pool area and across the backyard toward the Clarks' large
house.
   Will picked up the duffel bag and jogged quickly and silently ahead
into the house, in order to set things up. It had been hell for him to
be so close to fucking this bitch goddess and now to have to wait a
little longer, but little Lyra had told him how much fun they could
have with a little patience, and he was looking forward to some of the
stuff planned for later. Lyra was smiling as she led her prey inside.
 And Cassie Clark wasn't thinking nearly as clearly as the two
youngsters. Her mind was a tormented jumble of images, of that
recurring dream of being naked in the parking lot of the club, of the
fantasies that had come to her unbidden in the night, of burly moving
men holding her down, of sucking a lifeguard's dick in the locker
room, of nasty foreign objects being slid into her pussy, and making
her cum, and cum, and cum. She shivered violently.

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