Path: newsfeed.san.rr.com!news1.rto!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 11 - donna11.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:25:35 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 337 Message-ID: <34106ABF.1063@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------625868564F12" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------625868564F12 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 \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------625868564F12 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna11.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna11.txt" Donna's Humiliation A Nasty Girl Story by Dafney Dewitt Donna's Humiliation ______________________________________________ Part 11 Donna's Gang Bang Rape Bob's hunting trip has been unsuccessful. Somehow he feels less a man for returning without a deer. It is a man's job to hunt, to track down the prey. Women stayed at home or became prey themselves. There is a sensual thrill to the hunt. It isn't just in the killing. The kill is actually a disappointment. There is a connection, an invisible bound of fear between hunter and prey. You can see it in the eyes of the prey. It's a quick flick of the eyes, a slight movement of the head. If you don't know what your looking for, it's easy to miss, but once you experience the thrill of the hunt you can never forget it. It's the fear of being pursued. The fear of being tracked by a force more powerful then yourself, the fear of being caught, and the ultimate fear of submission. It is these intimate moments when the prey conects with the hunter that Bob savors the most. He understands the bond between hunter and prey. He enjoys the torture of pursuit. Tonight, Bob is going to make his dear Donna the prey to make up for his disappointment with deer. This isn't a conscious decision. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows that Donna is taunting him, thinking him less a man for returning empty handed. He intends to teach her a lesson, to show her just how very wrong she is by ravaging her sexually. He will go a bit beyond the normal limits. Bob always feels in control, able to handle any crisis. That is why the rape comes as such a surprise. Bob is a bit old fashioned. He feels that his home is his castle, and his wife is part of his property. He is quick to defend her from the catcalls of other men on the street. He loves Donna. He loves his kids. He thinks of himself as her protector and provider. Maybe he doesn't always bring home the bacon, but he could still feed her the pork. It is late. A dark and moonless night. Cindy & Tommy have already gone upstairs to bed. The doorbell rings a little after 11:30 pm. "Honey, would you see who's at the door ?" asks Donna. "I'm going," said Bob always willing to act as the protector. Bob turns on the porch light before opening the front door. "Step back," said the stranger. Bob slowly steps back into his house. A black teenager walks toward Bob. A thin short boy wearing a white T-Shirt and blue jeans. He couldn't have weighed more then 135 pounds. Bob could easily pick him up and toss him out of his house. He doesn't care much for blacks. He isn't prejudiced or anything. He just doesn't like the way they smell. He doesn't like the way they sniff after white women on the streets downtown like dogs following a sexual scent. He doesn't like the way they date white women. They're like animals. Bob would have never invited blacks into his house. The sawed off shotgun pointed at his face serves as the black boy's invitation. Bob forces himself to move his eyes from the barrel to the base of the gun. The safety is off and the black finger is inside the trigger guard. Bob is almost ready to take the risk, to grab the end of the shotgun shoving it to oneside, but as he takes the second step backwards a huge man dressed like a Hell's Angel Biker steps through the front door. It's at this moment that Bob realizes he is no longer a hunter, but merely prey. They waste no time in tying Bob up to a kitchen chair, and gagging him. No attempt is made to blindfold him. They position his chair so that he is facing away from the bedroom. "Bob, is that you ?" He can hear the uncertainty in his wife's voice as she calls out from the safety of their marital bedroom. His wife is like a deer bedded down in the brush feeling safe but uncertain. This strange salt and pepper combination of the huge white biker and the slim black teenager has Bob puzzled. He imagines they are an odd residential robbery team. The biker and black teenager watch him. What happens next totally takes Bob by surprise. A uniformed police officer walks through his front door, tips his hat in greeting toward the biker, and continues on into the bedroom. Bob hears the bedroom door open. He is tied up facing away from the door so he can see nothing, but hear everything. "Excuse me, Miss, Police Department." "What are you doing in my bedroom ?" Donna is worried. She sits up in bed clutching her nightgown around her breasts. The voices have not returned. She is uncertain what to do next. "We got a call of a disturbance." "Where's my husband ?" "I'm sorry, but in all cases of domestic disturbance . . ." "No, Ooh, noo," ". . . we are forced to detain the husband." "What do you want with me ?" "Just a statement." "Like what ?" "Well...like, was he hitting you ?" "No, he wasn't." "Not so fast," says the policeman. He pulls out a black nightstick from his duty belt. Using it for a pointer, the policeman resumes his questioning. "Did he hit you here ?" says the policeman pointing to Donna's left breast. "No." "Are you certain ?" Bob's concentration on the conversation coming from his bedroom becomes obsessive. He wants to see; he wants to know; he doen't want to be reduced to just listening like a sex telephone freak. "Yes." "Are you telling me that it's not even sore ?" The police officer pushes his nightstick into Donna's breast in a circular motion, pressing hard to make his point. "No, I mean yes. Yes, it is sore." To be truthful, Donna's breasts ached. They were sore and tender beyond belief. The probing motions of nightstick make Donna's breast throb. "Oh, so he didn't hit you, but now you admit that you're sore." "Well, I, I'm .... I"m a mother," Donna finally replies in way of explanation. She is embarrassed. She doesn't want to tell the police officer that her breasts are sore because of pigs sucking on them. "Well, now we're getting to the truth." "No, you don't understand." "Are you sore down here ?" The officer suddenly thrusts the nightstick into the covers between Donna's legs. "Oooh, yeesss." Donna yelps out moving back toward the headboard of the bed to avoid the hard probing actions of the nighstick. Outside the bedroom door, Bob is absolutely livid. He is tense beyond belief, straining against the ropes, waiting for the inevitable, hoping for a rescue, concentrating on each word and every sound. "Now, I'm starting to understand. "No, the truth is, it wasn't Bob." "Who's Bob ?" "My husband." "If it wasn't your husband, who was it ?" Donna shakes her head silently from side to side refusing to answer. The police officer jerks the protective bedcovers off Donna and jabs the nightstick between her legs until it hits home leaving Donna gasping. "Who was it ?" "It was my son, Tommy," Donna pants whincing with pain. Outside, Bob can't believe what is happening. Is Donna lying to protect him ? Is she saying this so he won't go to jail for Domestic Abuse ? Maybe, the police officer is forcing her to say these things. Or maybe, Donna did have an incestuous affair with her own son. With a pride reserved for men, Bob wants to believe that he is the one who made Donna sore. He remembers the fist fucking he gave his wife. It has to have been him who made her sore. No one could have devastated Donna like he did. He is convinced she is lying. She has to be lying. "You're lying," says the policeman. "No, I'm telling the truth." "You're lying to save your husband." "Yes, I want to save my husband, but only the truth can save a marriage." "Prove it." "There's a video tape hidden in the bookself behind the TV set." Unseen by Donna the small black boy goes into the living room searching behind the books and finds the video tape. He turns the sound on the TV off and puts the tape in the VCR machine. The biker lifts up Bob, chair and all and positions him so he can view the television. After a long silent pause, the police officer answers slowly pronouncing each word with special emphasis. "I.. think ..you're.. lying.. because.. you.. love.. your.. husband." "I do, I do love my husband," Donna nods vigorously in agreement. Bob stares at the TV screen with betrayed eyes watching his own wife, Donna suck the dripping cum off her son Tommy's cock. He notices the smile on Donna's face. The same smile quirky, tilt of the head, smile she gives him when they finish making love. This is no faked video. His wife was getting off on sucking Tommy's cock. At the same time, he can hear Donna in the next room saying that she loves him. "Do you love your husband enough to prove your love ?" "I don't need to prove my love, Bob knows I love him." Bob watches the TV as Tommy's hand enters Donna's cum smeared pussy carefully cupping the jissum with his fingers, Tommy brings it up to Donna's mouth, and she licks his fingers clean. "Are you sure you don't need to prove your love ?" says the police officer pushing the nightstick beneath the strap of Donna's nightgown and forcing it down over her shoulder exposing the top of her breast. "Yes, I'm sure," says Donna thinking of how she submitted to her husband fist fucking her in the ass so he wouldn't go hunting. Donna is certain that her actions prove she loves her husband. "You would never betray your husband by degrading him ?" "Oh, no, I would never do that," Donna shakes her head innocently. Bob watches the TV as Donna jacks off their dog, Bowser, tips the waterbowl to her lips and drinks the dog cum. Donna goes directly to the front door and kisses him goodbye with her mouth full of dog goo. Bob's reaction is visceral. He almost vomits into the gag. "You're sure you would never betray your husband ?" "Yes, I'm positive." Bob watches the TV as Donna eats out the pussy of his daughter Cindy who is tied to a chair in the kitchen while Bowser, their dog, humps Donna from behind. He sees the dog's toenails leave scratches on Donna's sides. The dog humps her with a glassy-eyed stare, panting from the exertion, his tongue drooling saliva down Donna's back. "Well, ok." The police officer relents. "Is that all ?" Donna asks re-assuming an assertive attitude. Not all of Bob's body is tied. He notices that despite himself his cock seems to have a mind of its own. It is growing hard. He has a raging hard-on from watching the dog fuck his wife. "Yes, but we'll need to confirm your answers with your husband." The black boy hits the remote control shutting off the TV. Bob's mind is devastated by what he has seen and heard. The biker removes the gag from Bob's mouth. Bob remains silent. Just ten minutes earlier, before the TV had been turned on, Bob could think of a million things to say, and warning to shout. Now, he was stunned speechless. He was in shock from seeing too much, seeing an unimaginable evil beyond any husband's worst nightmares, and hearing his wife's denials. Bob no longer looks upon the black boy and biker as enemies. True they forced their way into his house. Housebreaking is a vicious act, but it seems to have been for a greater good. This odd couple is opening up his eyes to the greater evil of his wife, Donna. ______________________________________________________ Author Note: If you like this story, please send an E-Mail to the author at: an376445@anon.penet.fi  --------------625868564F12--