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 12 - donna12.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:25:56 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 190 Message-ID: <34106AD4.797D@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------6A44626C4A4D" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------6A44626C4A4D 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 \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------6A44626C4A4D Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna12.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna12.txt" ____________________________________________________ Author Note: If you like this story, please send an E-Mail to the author at: an376445@anon.penet.fi I am attempting to improve the level of erotic literature in Alt.Sex.Stories. Let me know specifically what types of scenes you would like and they will be included in the next story. ____________________________________________________ Donna's Humiliation A Nasty Girl Story by Dafney Dewitt This story is intended as a satire of erotic submission tales. If you are not overcome by lust, the lampoon will become obvious and unavoidable. Donna's Humiliation Part #12 Donna's Gang Bang Rape Unable to lift him, the police officer drags Bob into the bedroom still bound to the chair to continue the questioning. "Well, Bob, your wife Donna has made a number of allegations." "Yes," says Bob staring at Donna. "She claims that your son Tommy took advantage of her, but that she truly loves you, and does not need to prove it." "Yes," says Bob staring at his wife with a blank numbness. "Well, do you agree ?" "Agree ?" Bob's mind is clearly not tracking the thread of conversation. "Yes, don't you think the burden of proof lies with your wife ?" "Untie me." "That's not the answer. Only the truth will set you free." "Untie me, now." "Ok." Donna's eyes flicker with fear. First she was afraid when she heard her husband had been detained. Now she's afraid because the police officer is releasing him. As the ropes drop away from her husband, Donna shrinks farther and farther away to the far side of the bed. Donna knows Bob has a bad temper. She isn't certain what Bob might do. She is certain she doesn't want to be around when he does it. Bob stands up. He walks over to the bed, grabs Donna by the wrist and drags her off the bed forcing her to stand. "The police officer's right. We need proof." Donna's mind races with fear. Her eyes flick unexpectedly to the police officer's fly. It is partially unzipped. Donna sinks to her knees in front of the police officer, thinking the worst, expecting no better. Thinking she will be forced to suck the policeman's cock, she assumes the position. Before she can reach for his zipper, Donna is stopped. "We need proof," repeats Bob jerking Donna to her feet. "I thought ...." begins Donna, clearly so embarrassed by her thoughts that she fails to complete them. "Where is the video tape ?" asks Bob pushing Donna out of the bedroom. Donna stumbles into the living room followed by the police officer and her husband. She gets on her knees a second time, but this time she is facing the bookshelf. She searches this wall of knowledge frantically for the tape, her hands working the books like she would a cock, jerking them off onto the floor. "Where's the evidence ?" asks the police officer. Without thinking, Donna jerks off the best of men. Shakespeare, Aldous Huxley, Betrand Russell . . . all these books fall out onto the floor as Donna continues her mindless pursuit of truth. "Where's the tape ?" asks her husband. Surrounded by fallen books, her legs splayed out on the floor, Donna looks up at her tormentors who remain unsatisfied by her efforts. It would be easier for Donna to simply suck the officer's cock. She is in an impossible position, forced to prove she engaged in an incestuous affair with her own son, or viewed as a liar by her husband. In her heart, Donna knows she's a slut. What pains her is to be thought of as a lying slut. The least she can do is cling to the dignity of honesty. She truly wants to be an honest slut. Like women everywhere, she sees a way out. Donna suddenly changes her mind. "I was lying. There is no tape. I never did anything bad with Tommy," Donna says. Bob looks down on Donna with contempt. He can no longer believe anything. Unknown to Donna, he has already viewed the tapes. He has already seen the evidence. All he is left with is the chance to teach Donna a lesson. She is much to big to spank. The punishment must fit the crime. He looks to the police officer for help. Pulling up on his duty belt, the police officer swaggers over to Donna rubbing his big black nightstick. "You're lying Donna. You're lying, aren't you ?" "No, I'm telling the truth," lies Donna attempting to hide her legs underneath her inadequate nightgown. "Did you enjoy sucking Tommy's cock or ... ?" To illustrate his question, the police officer takes the black baton, placing it between his legs, and makes a gesture like he's masturbating in Donna's face. "No, Noo, Noooo," says Donna shaking her head. "...or would you rather suck a black cock ?" As if on cue, the black teenager walks out of the kitchen and stands in front of Donna. A black silence fills the room. "Sit back on the sofa Bob, you're going to enjoy this." says the police officer. The silence is replaced by the sound of a zipper, by black hands slapping the jiggling flesh of Donna's breasts, of her nightgown tearing, and the wet fluid sounds of sucking. "Suck that black cock you bitch," says the police officer as he plunges his nightstick into Donna's pussy. She is positioned on all fours sucking on the black teenager's long thin cock and being impaled from the rear by the long hard baton. The policeman times his thrusts to coincide with Donna's sucking. Each time the black penis is fully buried in her mouth, the officer jabs the nightstick all the way into her cunt. Bob watches from the sofa. The rape proceeds in stages. It is not quick, brutal or predictable. ________________________________________________________  --------------6A44626C4A4D--