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Subject: {ASSM} ASSM Cassie's Come-uppance by Dr Wu 3/5 Mf/f teen humil
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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 3

   Blindfolded, befuddled, and so horny that she would have fucked an
Arab terrorist live on Fox News Channel, Cassie Clark allowed herself
to be led by the hand by her stepdaughter's best friend toward her own
mansion. It didn't even register on the overstimulated trophy wife
that she was utterly naked and had left the pool compound, which was
protected by a privacy fence, and was now completely exposed if any of
her neighbors happened to glance out their windows.
   And she barely would have cared had it occurred to her. Her heart
was tripping and her pussy was tingling with an intensity she had
never felt in her life. She wanted to reach down with her free hand
and touch herself, maybe get herself off quickly without Lyra knowing
it.
   "You're being very obedient, Cassie-poo," Lyra said in a
condescending voice. "I guess you must really like being told what to
do."
   Cassie wasn't sure what to answer. "I - I - I guess so," she
stammered.
   "Just like you told Dr. Hanson. Someone to take charge, that's what
you need. And that's why your pussy is buzzing so hard right now,
Cassie, cause it knows this is what you want and what you need. Isn't
it?"
   God, Cassie thought, it was like this little girl could see right
through to her most secret soul. These were yearnings she had never
told her husband or any girlfriend, only her shrink, and only then
after months of learning to trust him. But Lyra knew what she wanted,
and knew what she needed. Her fear was exceeded only by her
excitement.
   Will, meanwhile, loped into the Clarks' kitchen, and found Cassie's
car keys on the hook where Lyra had said they would be. I started to
put them in his pants pocket, but realized he wasn't wearing any
pants, so carried them into the den, where he stashed them under a
sofa cushion., It was important that Cassie not have access to a car,
at least until it was time for her to go to her country club under the
terms that Will and Lyra would dictate.
   With the keys stashed, Will pushed the huge leather-upholstered
armchair Lyra had told him about to the center of the room. He pulled
a small high-end digital camcorder that a friend had loaned him out of
the duffel bag and quickly pushed it into an empty spot in the
bookshelves, its lens aimed to take in the armchair and the entire
room around it. He pushed the record button as Lyra led Cassie, still
blindfolded and nude in all her buffed, sweaty glory,  into her own
den.
   "Would it feel good to cum now, Cassie?" Lyra teased.
   "Yes, Jesus, I am so ready," Cassie groaned.
   "You're really wet," Lyra told her. "Your pussy is creaming. Would
you rather have me make you cum or Will make you cum?"
   "I don't care."
   "Well, let's get a  look at that little puss-puss of yours so we
can see what we need to do," Lyra said. "Let me help you lay down here
on the floor." She helped Cassie onto the thick, eggshell-colored pile
carpet, positioning her on her back.
   "Open those legs nice and wide, Cassie-babe," Lyra instructed, and
Cassie obeyed.
   The siblings knelt between the woman's splayed legs, which were
bent at the knees, to see what they had managed so far. Cassie
Cumming's pussy looked like a delicious, ripe fruit. Her labia, which
were puffy and swollen and sticky with her juices, had peeled back
slightly, exposing the sensitive, blood-engorged tissues inside. The
hood over her clit had retracted completely, and Will and Lyra watched
as Cassie's love bud, also swollen larger than it had ever been,
pulsed slightly with the beating of her heart.
   "Cassie, your pussy is beautiful," Lyra told her, sincerely. "It
looks like it could use a little touching, though."
   "Oh yes, please touch it, please touch!" Cassie found herself
almost screaming with frustration.
   "Well so far this has all been about you, Cassie-poo," Lyra said,
"and I think you're being a little greedy. Have you ever kissed a
girl's pussy before?"
   "No."
   "Then it's about time you did. Will's gonna play with you, and
you're gonna do me now." The nubile pulled off her bikini quickly,
then knelt over Cassie's upturned face, facing the prone victim's
feet. She lowered her crotch toward Cassie's mouth.
   "Just be gentle and imagine what you would like done to you," Lyra
instructed, and settled her mound over Cassie's mouth.
   Before she could protest, Cassie felt herself being engulfed by her
new mistress. She had never tasted pussy before, and it wasn't bad -
sort of warm and musky and with the faintest odor of pee. She knew
Lyra wanted to be pleasured, and although she wasn't sure what to do,
she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and began to lick the
14-year-old.
   "Oh yeahhhhh," Lyra cooed. "Oh, that is so suh-weeet!" Straddling
and kneeling over the prone woman, facing her brother Will, she began
to rock slowly back and forth, settling her own open pussy down
further onto Cassie's mouth till it covered her like an oxygen mask.
   Just a few more minutes, just a few more minutes, Will kept telling
himself as he watched the two naked women moan and writhe on the
floor. Everything was going perfectly according to plan, better than
he had thought possible, but damn and fuck, his dick was gonna explode
if he didn't sink it deep into some Cassie-pie real damn soon. The
boy's member bobbed angrily in front of him, demanding relief.
 Sticking with the plan, he pulled a small artist's paintbrush out of
the bag, the soft tan bristles on the top of it about the size of his
thumbnail. He brought the soft bristles down against Cassie's pouting
love button and began to gently swish them back and forth.
   The effect on the trophy wife was electric! The second the
paintbrush touched her pearl, she bucked wildly, nearly dislodging
Lyra from her face. After the initial buck, she began thrusting her
hips upward, trying to get more contact from the bristles and bring
herself off.
   Will placed his left hand palm down between her belly button and
the little stripe of public hair and pushed down, pinning Cassie's
pelvis and limiting her movement. He pulled the paintbrush back,
counted silently to five, then lowered it again and attacked the
clitoris with more gentle touches.
   The teasing was maddening to the poor woman. The Slut-Puppy drug
was peaking in her system, making her feel oversexed and horny even
without all the sexual torment. She could feel the slight, wispy
touches brushing against her clit, then stopping, then starting again,
just enough to keep her close to climax, but not enough to push her
over the edge. In her frustration, she worked her mouth open and
close, which had the wonderful effect of gently chewing on Lyra's
labia and clit. The girl moaned and ground her mound into Cassie's
mouth. Cassie could taste the adolescent girl juice now, trickling
into her mouth and into the back of her throat.
   Will paused again, then played the paintbrush delicately against
Cassie's clit. Instead of brushing, this time he dabbed and withdrew,
dabbed and withdrew, over and over. It was getting harder to hold
Cassie's heaving body down against the carpet, but he grinned
nonetheless at the wonderfully depraved site in front of him. Queen
Bitch Cassie Clark, one of the most hated members of the club where he
worked, naked, splayed, helpless, dying to cum, eating his sister's
pussy as if her life depended on it.
   Will and Lyra locked eyes, and that turned them both on even more,
seeing how excited the other one was. Will had seduced his younger
sister two years ago, as soon as she hit puberty, just because he was
a horndog and wanted something handy to fuck. Within a few weeks,
however, he had been amazed to see his little sister transform herself
from a reluctant little girl who had to be coaxed to suck his dick
into a sexually voracious little slut. After she had fucked Will twice
in three hours, she would let him watch while she lay back with a
vibrator and buzzed herself to a chain of orgasms that could go on for
an hour.
   When the two saw the videos Dr. Hansen had made of Cassie's
confessional, it was Lyra who had come up with the plan of using them
to "play games," as she kept saying. Will was glad to be part of the
plan, but he had no doubt that if Lyra had been on her own, she would
have handled Cassie every bit as well as she was doing today.
   Cassie continued to try to whip her hips upward and get more
contact on her clit, even as Will held her down. Lyra had told him to
keep trying a variety of techniques to ratchet Cassie up higher and
higher without getting any relief, something she called "orgasm
denial" and which she said she had read about on the Internet. So he
laid the paintbrush down and ran one finger around Cassie's swollen
labia. He could hear the poor woman moan, but Lyra's groin absorbed
the sound. Then Lyra shouted, "Oh shit!" and he realized his sis was
getting the lesbo equivalent of a hummer!
   He decided to make Cassie moan some more - the sooner Lyra got off,
the sooner it would be his turn. He dragged his fingertips down to the
pink pucker of her asshole, and began to brush his fingers lightly
against that tight little opening, something he knew from experience
with his young sister was a huge turn-on. He danced his fingers along
the crack of her ass, which was slick with suntan oil, sweat, and the
juices that had trickled down from her flowing cunny. Cassie felt the
fingertips toying with her rear hole, and the yearning came to her,
unbidden, that the boy frig her there.
   As if reading her mind, Will inserted the middle finger of his
right hand into her slick, hot butthole, which set off another moan.
He began to frig the spoiled housewife slowly, moving his finger in
and out. Then he used his left hand and did the same thing to her
gaping cunt, so that he was working a finger back and forth in each
hole. He set up a slow rhythm pulling back on one finger as he pushed
forward on the other, see sawing back and forth, driving the poor
woman into an even higher frenzy of unfulfilled lust.
   When he wiggled the finger in Cassie's pussy up and down, touching
the top wall of her vagina, she began to buck again, and it sounded
like she was screaming into her musky face-mask. Will had no idea he
was rubbing the G Spot, but he could see it working, so he did it
again, and again.
  But with nothing touching her clit, even the massage of her G Spot
and insistent finger-fucking of ass was not enough to get Cassie over
the top.
   It was working just the way Lyra had promised. Will hadn't believed
her at first, that by teasing a woman's clit and pussy without
providing enough consistent pressure, they could keep her on the verge
of orgasm and make her willing to do anything in order to cum. But
Lyra had demonstrated the art of the long-term tease on Will, by
rubbing his cockhead with the palm of her hand, tickling her fingers
delicately up and down his shaft, massaging his balls, and even using
a feather to rub his cock. She kept it up for an hour, Will's erection
getting almost painful with the pent-up need to shoot, until he
admitted she was right. Only then did Lyra allow her brother access to
her teen quim, and he shot inside her on the fifth stroke.
   Lyra now began a sort of babbling litany as she rode Cassie's face
like it was a saddle: "Oh yes, right there, right like that, oh yes,
Jesus, don't stop" and Will knew she was seconds away from a
mind-blasting orgasm. The young girl reached down to Cassie's bare
breasts and grabbed a nipple in each hand. She began to gently pull on
the already erect little pink nubs, driving Cassie even more insane
with lust. The drug-addled, confused woman was nearly mad with craving
now, and all she knew was that she had to get off, and she had to get
Lyra off. She began to tongue the girl's clit frantically, slurping
wildly, as Lyra shouted, "Yes, yes, Jesus yes! You fucking bitch! Eat
me, you bitch! Eat my pussy, bitch! Yes! Yesssssss!"
   Suddenly a flood of warm, sticky liquid gushed out of Lyra's open
slit, straight into Cassie's mouth. She swallowed the girl-spunk, just
as Will brought the paintbrush to bear against her tormented clit yet
again.
   "Oh, fuck, that was pretty damn good for a first-time pussy-eater!"
Lyra exclaimed as she came down from her orgasmic high. "You got a
real future there, Cassie-bitch!"
   As soon as Lyra dismounted her face, Cassie tried to get free of
the horrible situation she was in. She felt like the teenagers were
never going to allow her to cum, so she blurted out: "Lyra, please, I
need to go to the bathroom!" If she could just get away from them, she
could masturbate herself, lock herself in, and get the relief she
craved.
   "In a minute, honey," Lyra said. "First we have to take care of
Will. He's been very patient, and I'm afraid he's going to get blue
balls."
   "But I need to pee ..." Cassie started to explain, but Lyra and
Will were paying no attention to her pleas. She felt herself being
lifted to her feet by four hands, and tried to struggle free, but they
were firm and in control, and there was still a part of her that was
surrendering power to them, allowing them to use her like a sex toy.
It never even occurred to her to remove the scarf that acted as a
blindfold, and increased her helplessness.
   They moved the drugged and overloaded wife as if she were a
marionette, into the big leather armchair, but the wrong way. She was
upside down, she realized. Her legs were pointing straight up toward,
against the back of the chair, and her back was on the seat. Her head
hung down, upside down, over the front of the chair. She felt hands
(Lyra's, but she was unable to see) grab her ankles and pull them
apart, making her legs into a giant V.
   "OK, Cassie-babe, time for some more fun," Lyra said. "We've got a
nice little vibrator I'm gonna use on that puss-puss of yours. Would
you like to feel a vibrator up inside you?"
    "Please," was all that Cassie was able to squeak out. She heard
the sound of buzzing, and all she wanted in the entire universe, more
than anything else, was for Lyra to fuck her with a vibrator so she
could come.
  The blood was starting to rush to Cassie's head when she felt the
tip of the vibrator touch her swollen labia and tickle her hot hole.
She knew now that Lyra was going to let her cum.
   But Lyra didn't push the vibrator in just yet. "Listen up,
Cassie-bitch," the girl said, "cause this is really important. This is
a special home-made vibrator Will and I made ourselves, just for you.
You can't buy it at any store. See, we had this hornets' nest outside
our garage, and Will sprayed them just enough to make 'em groggy, and
then we gathered up about 10 of 'em, and we put 'em in a test tube
with a rubber stopper. Now this test tube has really thin glass walls,
and the hornets have all woken up now, and they're really, really
angry. And I'm gonna slide this test tube inside that slutty pussy of
yours."
   "Noo!" Cassie screamed, and struggled to raise up from her inverted
position. But just then she felt something against her lips, something
hard and hot and insistent, pushing past her lips. Will was kneeling
in front of his  upside down victim's face, and his rod, which had
been hard for half an hour now,  was finally sinking into Cassie
Clark's mouth, just what he had been dreaming of for two years now. He
also grabbed her head on both sides in a strong grip, pinning her in
place.
   "So if I were you, Cassie," Lyra said as she slid another inch of
the vibrator down into the trophy wife's upturned pussy, "I think it
would be a really bad idea for you to cum right now. Cause when you
cum, your pussy muscles are gonna go into spasms, and that's gonna
break the glass on the test tube, and you're gonna have a pussy full
of broken glass and pissed-off hornets!"
  Lyra giggled as Cassie screamed, but with the tip of Will's engorged
cock shoved deep into her throat, all that came out was "MMPHHHH!!
MMMMM!"
   Will pulled back, then thrust forward again into the hot, warm
mouth.
   "Oh shit, suck that dick, you fuckin' whore!' Will shouted.
   Lyra pushed the vibrator all the way into Cassie's twat, and began
to fuck her with the buzzing object. The two teens had invented the
story about the test tube and the hornets, and were simply using a
garden-variety plastic dildo on the tormented woman. But blindfolded,
upside-down, drugged and half out of her mind with confusing sexual
issues, Cassie Clark had no way of knowing of their ruse, and believed
completely that she was not being fucked by a test tube full of
hornets.
   Will pulled out until his cock head was just on her lips, then
rammed forward, hard.
   "You better suck me, bitch! Suck it like the cocksucking whore you
are!" he yelled, whipping his hips back and forth.
   Lyra pushed the vibrator as deep as it would go into Cassie's
pussy.
   "You want me to play with your little clitty, Cassie?" she asked
girlishly.
   "NNNNNNNN!" Cassie screamed, her mouth full of Will's massive
hard-on. She knew that if Lyra touched her clit she would tip over
into a violent orgasm in mere seconds, shattering the glass. She tried
to kick her legs, but Lyra grabbed her ankles. "Don't do that,
sweetie, I'm afraid you'll break the glass. You need to hold really
still."
   And the sadistic 14-year-old began to tap a fingertip against
Cassie's's huge clit, as if daring her to cum.
   Cassie felt the orgasm building, coming closer and closer. She
twisted to try to get away, but Will held her head in both his hands
and seesawed his cock into her open mouth, and Lyra still gripped one
ankle, so her mobility was very limited. She teetered on the verge of
the biggest orgasm of her life, but she knew that the moment she
started, her pussy would clamp down on the glass and release the
hornets. She needed release so badly, but had to stop herself.
   "Aww, fuck, I'm gonna shoot!" Will yelled. He hadn't lasted long
pounding her mouth like it was a pussy.
   "Remember the deal, Will," Lyra called out.
   Will's member swelled, and he pulled it from Cassie Clark's mouth.
He pumped it with his right hand, while his left hand whipped off the
scarf blindfold. She could suddenly see her own den, upside down, but
instantly Will began shooting a week's worth of built-up semen all
over her face.
   "Ohhh! Ohhhhh!" he blurted, while thick ropes of jism spat out of
the end of his cock. One shot it her on the chin, another on her lips.
Then splat! a shot landed in her right eye, and the pain from the
salty spray hitting right on her eyeball was unbelievable. Still more
semen poured from the boy, coating her face, on her forehead, in her
hair.
   Lyra withdrew the dildo and exchanged a look with Will. So far, so
good.
   "Here you go, Cassie-poo, let's get you upright," she said, and the
siblings again began to arrange the pliant woman, this time settling
her right side up in the large chair, draping one leg over each arm
rest so that her crotch was splayed wide. The non-stop stimulation and
the fucking with the vibrator had opened Cassie up so that all her
charms were well displayed, her labia puffy and red, her clit raised
and almost angry looking. She reached down to touch herself, but Lyra
batted her hand away.
   "Not yet, sweetie," she said. "We're gonna get you off right now,
if you just do one more thing."
  "I'm so horny. Oh God, please let me cum. I'll do anything."
   "You're a little slut, aren't you?"
   "Yes," she whimpered.
   "Say it," Lyra ordered.
   "I'm a little slut," Cassie said.
   "Tell me about what a slut you are," Lyra said, her voice low and
hypnotic. "Tell me how you like to be dominated and used and abused,
and then I'll let you cum."
   It was if Cassie's clouded mind suddenly cleared, and she saw what
she had been repressing.
   "Oh God yes, I am such a slut!" she wailed. "I just want somebody
to fuck me, anybody, and Paul just isn't any good, and I get so lonely
just playing with myself."
   "And you've been wanting to submit yourself to someone more
powerful, haven't you?" Lyra said softy, as she motioned Will to kneel
between Cassie's widely splayed thighs. She nodded to her brother and
he leaned forward, his face an inch away from her pussy.
   "Yes, Lyra, yes, I just wanted to submit, but nobody knew it, only
Dr. Hanson, and you know me so well, I'll do anything you want, Lyra,
please, Lyra, please!" she babbled.
   Lyra scooped a string of jism off Cassie's eye and began rubbing it
into her nipple, which made the frenzied woman moan.
   "You're such a little whore, aren't you, Cassie-whore?"
   "Oh yes! Yes! I am such a whore, you can fuck me, do anything to
me, do me do me!"
  As Cassie babbled, Lyra nodded to Will. The teen boy attached his
mouth to the trophy wife's pulsating clit and began to tongue and suck
it. Cassie's ass lifted a full six inches off the leather chair as she
screamed, then settled back down, as Will finally brought her to her
destination.
   "Keep telling me what a slut you are, my little sextoy Cassie,"
Lyra ordered as she continued to massage Will's semen into Cassie's
painfully erect tit-nubs.
   "I'm a whore! I'm a slut! Make me do things! I'll be your sextoy!"
And WIll sucked her clit for all he was worth, and she was there, yes,
cumming, over and over and over, the waves crashing through her body,
her pussy clenching, her toes curling, cumming and cumming Oh God yes,
there was white light and heat and her pussy God Jesus fucking yes
YESSSSSSSS!"
   Lyra smiled as Will pulled his face away, glazed like a Krispy
Kreme donut with Mrs. Clark's juices. Cassie was in a semi-swoon, her
head lolling against the back of the chair, as Lyra scooped more semen
off her chin and took ahold of a piece of Cassie's bangs. She ran her
fingers through Cassie's hair, making it stand up straight, like a
spike.
   "Hey look, Will. There's something about Cassie!" The brother and
sister laughed.
   "Cassie, hey! Look at me!" Lyra said sternly. Cassie opened her
eyes and saw her new mistress standing in front of her. She was deeply
ashamed of the display she had made of herself, but knew in her heart
of hearts she had found what she had been needing in her life. She was
so humiliated, but so turned on!
   "Listen up, Cassie-slut. We got to get to the club now."
   "To the club?" What was Lyra talking about, Cassie thought. She
just wanted to cum some more. The first one had been fantastic, the
best orgasm of her life, but she wanted more now.
   "Yeah, to Mystery Valley. You know, your country club?"
   "Why?" Cassie managed.
   "Because I said so," Lyra snapped. "And when I tell you about it,
you're gonna want to go there too."

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