Path: newsfeed.san.rr.com!peerfeed!newsfeed1-hme1!newsfeed.internetmci.com!205.252.116.205!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Story Master Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: story RP- author : Daney Dewitt - Donna's Humiliation 1 - donna01.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:22:39 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 279 Message-ID: <34106A0F.17F6@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------206B3E8875EE" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------206B3E8875EE Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit -- /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ The Velvet Playground -- http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ Free Stories & Pics from our BBS, Links & Live Video \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------206B3E8875EE Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna01.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna01.txt" WARNING: Standard Disclaimer The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes of adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains scenes of non-consensual sexual behavior, rape, sodomy, bondage, bestiality, and incest. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work. Comments are invited via E-mail to: an376445@anon.penet.fi. if you want more of this story. _________________________________________________________ Donna's Humiliation A Nasty Girl Story by Dafney Dewitt Part 1/12 Breakfeast Donna has dog breath Donna was finished making breakfeast. She was a tall blonde woman with medium length hair and well shaped pointed breasts. The early morning kitchen smelled of coffee, heated maple syrup, and fresh pancakes. Everything looked perfect. She placed her left hand over the top of her coffee cup, feeling the moist heat while her right hand worked rythmically out-of-sight below the table between her legs. In the quiet of early morning, Donna had resorted to masturbation. It was a act of desperation fueled by the frustration of sexual failure. Now not even self- manipulation could stimulate release. Her mind flirted with the memories of failure. Like a moth drawn to light, her mind circled, powerless to escape the voices. Her love for her husband had been defaced by the voices like gang members spraying obscene graffiti on a church wall. She felt defiled. Her desire waned. Her hand trembled. She gave up. It wasn't working. The voices had returned. "Begin action", the voice said, soft as a whisper, She called out to her husband and kids. "Let's go. Your breakfeast is ready." Her husband, Bob was first to the table followed by Cindy and Tommy, the twin teenagers. The baby, Leslie, just 8 months old was still being breast fed, and would be nursed after the others left. "Oh, Mom" complained Tommy, "Why does it always have to be pancakes on Thursday ?" "Stop your whining, and eat your pancakes before they get cold," Donna scolded. For Bob, Cindy and Tommy, the voices didn't seem to exist. They ate breakfeast without concern. Only Donna was worried. She was anxious to get her husband off to work and the kids packed onto the school bus before something bad happened. The voices were like seductive whispers. Gentle at first. Promising to make her happy, to give her new powers. The power to fill the sexual needs of her dark side. But this sexual thrill was fulfilled at he expense of control. Donna was forced to submit. Without submission she was denied pleasure. Without pleasure her love was empty, and sex was reduced to a mechanical act without meaning. Before the voices, Donna had understood the difference between love and sex. Now she wasn't certain of anything. She loved her husband. Bob, but hadn't had an orgasm in over six months. In her most intimate moments, in the privacy of her own bedroom, she had been unable to climax. As if reading her mind, Bob looked up. "A little more coffee, sweetheart." Donna poured the coffee as Cindy pushed away her plate, "Sorry, Mom, I have to watch my weight." Donna, her light blond hair pulled back and tied with a red ribbon, attended to her family like a waitress. She felt like hired help, a maid. She wore an old pink bathrobe instead of a white maid's uniform. Underneath the robe was nothing but her white bra and panties. While Cindy headed off to the bathroom, Donna bent down beneath the kitchen sink to fill the dog's food bowl. There was a rushing sound in her ears as she bent over. It sounded like muffled laughter from a room full of people. Her robe fell open exposing her breasts. As she hesitated before closing her robe, Donna felt a distinct sexual surge. She looked up and saw her son Tommy look away and leave the table as she cinched the blue belt more tightly around her waist. As Tommy turned to leave, he thought "What a slut mom's turned into, what a tease." He averted his eyes from his mother's exposed breasts and left the kitchen quickly before saying something out loud that he might later regret. Someday he vowed, he would get even. "I'm going out to the garage to feed Bowser", Donna said to no one in particular. Her husband, Bob was in the bathroom brushing his teeth and Cindy and Tommy were collecting their school books. Stepping down into the early morning darkness of the garage the sudden coolness lifted up under her robe making her nipples harden as she yelled out "Here Bowser - Breakfeast time !" >From then on everything seemed to happen in slow motion. A tall skinny teenager with a forehead full of angry red pimples and pale blue eyes rose from behind the car. His eyes were blank, empty looking, and he had a faint whisp of a blond mustache. Donna stared at him. It was the eyes that caught her attention. They appeared dull, lifeless, and even dead. It was some time, before she noticed the black object in his right hand. It was a camcorder. The voices commanded her "Obey the boy." Moments later, Bowser bounded from behind the car. His penis was red, engorged, and dangling below its belly almost scraping against the concrete floor. The boy must have been exciting him. "Jerk off the dog," the boy told Donna, raising his camcorder. Bowser, a large black doberman, bounded toward her. She patted him on the head with her left hand and set the food bowl down on the roof of the car. With the food left out-of-reach, Donna proceeded to satisfy the dog's other hunger. She slid her right hand under his belly, slowly massaging, rubbing his already engorged penis. It was warm, red and very stiff. Her hand pumped. The dog's dick slowly responded to her ministrations. She jacked it off into the empty water bowl. Her actions were mechanical and pre-rehearsed. She knew what the voices wanted. Donna watched as the dog's throbbing penis spat out a stream of yellow white cum into the green plastic water bowl. It squirted out in a thick gooey ribbon. "Breakfeast time, here Bowser !" -the voices, echoing in her mind, mocking her own voice. "I'm not a dog", Donna said suddenly as she voiced her thoughts out loud. "Do you like fresh dog cum in the morning ?" -said one of the voices. "Well, I never . . . " Donna faltered for a lack of words. "You never tried dog cum ? Hmm, we can fix that." "Take the bowl and slowly pour the dog cum into your mouth. Keep it there, inside your mouth." The voices had spoken. She already knew the consequences of disobedience. They would humiliate her even more, debase her, punish her beyond belief, and with no remorse. Donna made no response. She seemed frozen in time. Her eyes glazed over. She thought to herself. "How did I ever get myself into this situation ? Is there any way out ?" Her thoughts darted about in confusion. Her husband was brushing his teeth just a few feet away, Tommy and Cindy were getting ready for school, and she was about to drink fresh dog cum. "My, God" she gasped. "Please, let me do something else, anything." She instinctively dropped to her knees, begging, looking toward the blue eyed boy with the red pimpled forehead. In response, he turned zoomed the camcorder in on her face, but remained silent. She tilted the green bowl toward her open mouth saying "My God, I'm a slut" and slowly dumped the slimy goo onto her upturned tongue just as she was saying "I'm a slut" again. It tasted repulsive to her. Hot, wet and slimy it rolled off her tongue onto the under side of her mouth like a fat garden slug. She resisted the impulse to vomit by turning her head down so the cum wouldn't slide down her throat. The voices calmed her. They were condescending. "That's a good girl" "Now be a good mother, and say goodbye to your husband and kids." She turned automatically toward the kitchen door like a zombie. Back in the kitchen, Donna's world exploded into activity. Cindy yelled out a quick "Goodbye, I love you Mom !" while Tommy just said a quick "Bye". Bob was busy stuffing his cell phone into his briefcase. Apparently, no one noticed that Donna was white as a sheet and appeared to be in shock. For a moment, she grew angry that no one in her family paid attention to her. "They don't really care about me at all," she thought numb-struck by an overwhelming sense of abandonment. That feeling was quickly replaced by fear. Bob was at the door expecting a guick goodbye kiss. What if he stuck his tongue into her mouth and tasted the thick pungent dog goo ? How could she ever explain it ? How could he ever forgive her ? Maybe, she really was a slut. "My God" she said silently to herself. She felt confused and lost as Bob turned his face toward her for a kiss. She kept her lips tightly pressed together. His tongue tried to force its way between her lips. Breaking out of his embrace she backed up one step and mumbled, "Sorry, bad breath." "Dog breath," the voices whispered. Bob left. There was a sound of light laughter in her ears. She felt faint. The moment passed quickly.  --------------206B3E8875EE--