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 4 - donna04.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:23:25 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 321 Message-ID: <34106A3D.6DEC@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------2ED1B7BF90" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------2ED1B7BF90 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 \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------2ED1B7BF90 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna04.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna04.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 Donna's Humiliation Part 4/12 Donna Watches TV With The Brothers After the baby had been fed and put back in its crib, Donna crawled on her hands and knees to the bath room. In the hallway, she met up with Bowser, her black doberman, who seemed mystified by the crawling woman with the stinky cunt juices running down the inside of her thighs. He made a clumsy attempt to mount her, but she pushed him off. She took the rubber bands off her tit and felt instant relief as the blood rushed back into her breast. Unexpectantly, the voices allowed her to take an uninterrupted shower without molesting her. The hot soapy water felt good and helped wash away some of the tension from just having fed her baby dog cum instead of breast milk. After showering, she was allowed to walk back to the bedroom. The voices told her how to dress. "Put on pantyhose, but no panties, a nursing bra that opens up exposing the nipples, a white blouse, pleated black skirt, a string of pearls around her neck, gold hoop earrings, and high heeled shoes." The voices surprised her again by telling her to put on her brown oval glasses. She looked like a librarian with or a school teacher with the glasses on. She didn't feel at all attractive. Expecting to go somewhere, Donna headed for the bedroom door, but the voices told her to sit down on the bed. "Cut the crouch out of your pantyhouse" "Cut the crouch out of your pantyhouse" The voices must have repeated this several times before Donna responded. Taking the sissors off of the bedside stand, Donna reached beneath her skirt and grabbed the reinforced crouch section of ther panthose. With just one quick snip of the sissors shw cut it off leaving her pussy exposed to the air and whatever else might come along. Lowering her black skirt, she layed down on the bed smoothing out the skirt so it wouldn't wrinkle. It seemed like she had barely closed her eyes when she heard a voice again. "Keep your eyes closed and listen. Nod your head if you hear me." She noded once. "You're going to get up in a few minutes and wall into the living room." "Some things may surprise you but you will not talk." "You will sit on the couch and wait. "Do you understand ?" "Yes" she wispered. "Ok get up and walk into the living room." The camcorder showed her walking out of the room. The living room was dark. The curtains had been draw and about 7 men were watching something on T.V. No one paid any attention to her. It was a porno movie of some woman masturbating, legs spread wide. After her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she noticed they weren't men at all. They were just kids. Black teenagers. Their hands were bobbing up and down. They seemed to be keeping time to the music. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she realized they were masturbating. She was sitting in the dark of her own living room with 7 black teenagers who were watching a porno movie and stroking their dicks. A cold shiver of fear passed over her body. She rubbed her legs together. She did that when she was nervous. The feel of the pantyhose rubbing against her thighs comforted her, made her feel safer. She tried comforting herself with reassuring thoughts. She could turn on the lights and ask them all to leave. "I'm a well dressed fully grown white woman," she thought. "I am in my own house." "I can handle myself," she repeated. "I will be ok" Her confidence level soared, and then abruptly plummeted. To divert herself and help maintain composure she concentrated on the TV screen. There was something strange about the picture. A black doberman walked up to the masturbating woman on the TV screen. She recognized it instantly. It was her own dog. All she could see was a close up of the dog's tongue licking an exposed cunt. Her cunt. As the camera angle changed it zoomed to a close up of her own face. Her face. "My God", she thought. What if the boys turn around and recognize her ? Moments before she was thinking of turning on the lights and asking them all to leave. Now she was hoping the porno movie would never stop. They would keep their attention focused on the TV screen and not notice her. She was just starting to rise up off the sofa and leave the room when the voices spoke. "Lights on set," a voice stated. The inevitable finally happened. The porno movie came to an abrupt end. There was the sound of zippers as the kids put their dicks away. Someone switched on the lights. Still no one turned around. Donna thought her heart would burst. When the kids did see her, she felt instant relief. "Oops, hey guys there's a lady here." Several of the boys turned toward her looking embarrased. Donna looked imposing. Dressed in a black full length pleated black skirt with white blouse, high heels, panty hose, pearl necklace hanging to the tops of her breasts. Her blonde hair carefully combed back. She looked out at them through her brown oval glasses looking important and dignified. Not the sort of woman they would even dare make catcalls to on the streets. This was one of those wealthy looking white woman with creamy complexions that they might see naked in Penthouse Magazine. Nice looking, but clearly untouchable. For them totally out of bounds. "You'll have to leave now." Donna told them. "Ok, lady, were leaving" They all turned to leave out the back door when one of them stopped and said, "Wait a minute, I recognize you. You're the white bitch in the porno video." The other kids hesitated, but looked unconvinced. "Prove it, Jamoke, or we be jettin" Jamoke took up the challenge. He returned to the TV set, pushed the rewind button on the VCR remote. Suddenly, he hit the pause botton freezing it on a close up of Donna's face. All the kids heads turned toward the TV image and back to Donna's face. They were identical. Donna felt her heart accelerate with fear. One of the shorter boys took out a switchblade knife. The group of black teens slowly starting closing in on her. She was surrounded. The circle kept getting closer. They were getting ready, but hadn't quite gotten up the nerve to assault her. It was only a matter of time. She could smell their body odors. Donna's thoughts careened wildly. "If only I weren't alone" she thought desperately. "There's the baby and . . ." She suddenly stopped in mid-thought. The loudness and authority in her own voice startled her as she called out, "Here, Bowser, come here Bowser !" Soon there was the sound of a barking dog and toe nails clicking and sliding on the kitchen floor. In an instant, 150 pounds of black muscle came bounding into the living room. The circle of boys drew back as if they had been pushed by an invisible hand. They backed off as the dog came to Donna. The look of malicious intent in their eyes was replaced by fear and uncertainty. Then the dog did something that destroyed Donna's soaring confidence. It barked once again and quickly ducked it's head beneath Donna's black skirt before she could close her legs together and started licking her pussy. "Look at dat dog eat the white bitch," said one of the black teens. "Yeah, we's going to have us a show, said another. Donna heard the sound of someone's zipper opening as she felt the dog's wet tongue licking the crotch of her pantyhose torn pantyhouse, seeking out the exposed lips of her pussy. The gang of black boys stood over her stroking their dicks while the dog buried its nose into her exposed crouch. Its tongue relentlessly working its way deeper into her pussy aided by her cunt juices making the passageway slippery. Blood rushed to her pussy engorging the lips into an open hole like the puckered lips of a girl getting ready to kiss. The camcorder zoomed in on her open legs and the slurping noises of the dog's tongue. Donna had made a half-hearted attempt to lower her skirt over the dog's head, covering herself, regaining at least a little dignity, the skirt kept riding up over her thighs. It was hopeless. She gave up. The dog's will won out over her own. A brute dumb animal, controlling her, having its way with the most intimate parts of her body, while she was fully dressed surrounded by a group of black teenage boys stroking their dicks off in her face. Donna's thoughts were confused. At first she fought the dog's efforts to arouse her. She had her pride. How could she allow an animal to sexually excite her in front of others ? She had expected the black teenagers to gang rape her, but they seemed content to watch the dog. As long as they watched, she was safe. By sacrificing her pride, she could save herself from the debasement of rape. It was a last desperate attempt to regain control. She was out numbered, surrounded by a group of sex crazed teenage blacks. Donna had a choice to make. Allowing herself to be debauched by a dog might save her from a worse fate. If she could make the black kids jack off completely while they were watching, there would be no rape. Could she divert them into shooting off their wad's prematurely ? Donna made a decision. She would let them watch. She would make a show. She would moan and groan. "Ooh, aahh", Donna sighed, throwing her head back on the sofa, pushing to dogs head into her pussy. "Eat me baby", she begged. Stimulated, to a fever pitch by the strange sensations of the rasping dog's tonuge sloshing within her tremulous cunt, Donna lifted her hips, threw her head back exposed her vagina in the most abandoned manner she knew. The dog encouraged by her actions increased its licking with a series of rapid and deeply gratifying strokes. "Fuck my pussy with your tongue", she gasped. Donna closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations emanating between her legs. It no longer was a dog, or a tongue. Not even the black dicks jerking off in front of her face mattered. Her entire world was focused on just one spot, the wet hot spot. The spot which would make her climax. He legs shot out stiff and straight, she arched her back forward, as the orgasm shuddered, rippling through her tummy. Her cunt spasmed several times before she dropped back down into the sofa and relaxed. Donna closed her legs, the dogs head slipped out, the licking stopped. Donna opened her eyes. The boys were gone. She was alone.  --------------2ED1B7BF90--