Path: newsfeed.san.rr.com!peerfeed!newsfeed.internetmci.com!newsxfer3.itd.umich.edu!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!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 6 - donna06.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:23:59 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 195 Message-ID: <34106A5F.26A8@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------635246257588" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------635246257588 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 \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------635246257588 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna06.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna06.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 6/12 Donna Takes Out the Garbage Gradually, Donna regained her composure. Her legs were numb from kneeling. Her left leg had fallen asleep. She was forced to sit on the floor until the blood rushed in reviving it sufficiently so she could stand. Looking at her cum covered face in the bathroom mirror, Donna thought, "What a slut I've become. I've got to get a grip on myself. I've got to clean up." She washed off her face, but not the mess in her hair. Donna hurried into the kitchen, finished emptying all the plates and started the dishwasher. She grabbed the garbage bag from under the sink and walked out the back door. When she first spotted the large white man with the potbelly, and dirty undershirt at her garbage can, Donna thought it must be garbage day. She had already started to hand him the bag in her hand before she realized her mistake. "Here, wait, I have some more garbage," shouted Donna. Startled, the man looked up. His first instinct had been to flee until he noticed a string of semen hanging from Donna's hair just above her left ear. "Lady, don't worry, I'm not going to take your garbage, I was just looking at it." the man mumbled in a low voice. "Looking at what ?" asked Donna suspiciously realizing her mistake. This was no garage man. He smelled like a wino. "Looking at this," answered the man removing a discarded aluminum TV Dinner tray from the top of the garbage can. Underneath was a swarming mass of large black flies. "Watch this," said the man, waving his hands to disperse the flies from the rotten hamburger underneath. Donna watched the hamburger move. At first, she didn't understand what she was seeing. Then she realized that the hamburger was maggot infested with small worms wriggling in and out of the putrid meat. There were so many worms that the entire lump of hamburger meat appeared to be alive and move. The flies soon returned hiding the worms from view again. Donna felt nauseated. "You're sick," said Donna. The wino stared at the cum in her hair. "Stop messing with my garbage." " The wino backed up. "Get out of here." The wino hesitated. "Leave now," Donna insisted shaking her head so hard that the string of cum fell off. The wino watched it fall to the asphalt before he slowly took a large rusty kitchen knife out of his back pocket pointing it directly between Donna's breasts, the tip almost touching her blouse. "Lady, don't tell me what to do." Donna backed up. "I'm tired of everyone telling me what to do." Donna continued walking backwords. "No bitch is going to tell me anything." The point of the knife followed Donna all the way to the back door of her house. With the knife at her throat, the wino mumbled something which Donna didn't understand. "What ?" she asked. "On your knees, bitch" "Please, don't hurt me," she begged as she knelt on the hard concrete pad at the back door. Small bits of sandy grit ground into her knees. "Unzip me." She unzipped his pants. "Take it out." She reached in and withdrew a wrinkled, smelly penis that was uncircumsized and bent to the left. It looked and smelled as if it hadn't been washed in years. "Suck on it, bitch." She took the vile piece of flesh peeling back the foreskin over the pale white head of the penis and stared at it. The full light of the morning sun shining on it, made it look like pale anemic appendage that wasn't even a part of the wino's body. The rest of his skin was either dirty or tanned. Desperate for some escape, Donna hesitated. "Someone might see us, wouldn't it be better to go inside the house ?" suggested Donna. The wino paused for a minute, grabbed Donna by the back of her hair and forced her mouth onto his hardening cock. He used his handhold on her hair like an extension of his own hand, he fucked her mouth without any cooperation from Donna. She was just a object to be manipulated. After ten good thrusts into her open mouth, he pulled back on her hair, releasing his still semi-limp cock from her mouth. It dripped her saliva down onto her black dress. He pulled up on her hair until she was standing and forced her into the house. He took her directly to the bathroom, forcing her onto her hands and knees in front of the toilet bowel. "Bitch, you suck good, but I've been drinking too much wine. I've gotta pee," mumbled the wino. He grabbed her hair again forcing her head over the toilet bowel and let loose. A hot steamy stream of yellow urine flooded over Donna's face and hair dripping down into the toilet. "Open your mouth bitch" Donna opened her mouth just a little and urine flowed in onto her tongue. It was warm, yellow, vile, and smelled of ammonia. Donna gagged and was on the verge of vomitting. She wanted to vomit. It would redeem her, make her pure again, redeem some of her lost dignity. If she couldn't even puke when a wino pissed all over her face, maybe she really was a slut, incapabble of redemption, beyond saving. To be saved, she must feel enough shame, enough innocence to vomit. However, the gag susbsided. The momment passed. Donna did not vomit. She was a slut beyond salvation. For some reason, the wino left her there with her head over the toilet bowel. Her hair soaked with his urine. In a way it was the ultimate degradation. Even a garbage scrounging wino did not think her worthy of fucking. He would let her wash his dick off by sucking, or urinate on her, but couldn't bother to screw her. He didn't flush the toilet. He left the toilet seat up. Donna was disgusted. Exhausted by the ordeal, she stripped off her clothes, showered, put on a nightgown, crawled into bed, and fell asleep instantly. _______________________________ Continued in Donna7.txt  --------------635246257588--