Message-ID: <43084asstr$1056615005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: doktorwu@yahoo.com (doktorwu) X-Original-Message-ID: <4bcfb588.0306251104.51ad1e50@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 25 Jun 2003 19:04:31 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 25 Jun 2003 12:04:30 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} ASSM Cassie's Come-uppance by Dr Wu 3/5 Mf/f teen humil Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2003 04:10:05 -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/Year2003/43084> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw 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." -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+