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 7 - donna07.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:24:25 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 520 Message-ID: <34106A79.BDB@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------513965C5118D" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------513965C5118D 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 \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------513965C5118D Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna07.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna07.txt" Donna's Humiliation Part 7/13 Donna's Bondage Torture Her nose itches. Donna tosses her head from side to side without waking up. A large black fly circles slowly around her head several times before landing on her nose again. Donna tries to raise her right hand to her nose. She tries to move her left hand. Neither hand will move more then a few inches. Suddenly, she opens her eyes, seeing the fly on her nose. She shakes her head vigorously and it flies off. The fly is the least of her problems, for she soon discovers that she's tied up. Both hands and feet bound, spread out on her own bed. The bedspread is covering her, tucked under her chin, so she can't see the ropes, but she can feel them. Her mind races with fear. "Who tied her spread-eagle to her own bed?" she wonders. "Could it be a burglar? Could it be a rapist? Could it be ..." Donna's thoughts are interrupted with the answer. "Good afternoon, Mom" greets her son Tommy. "Tommy, untie me, now" "Not quite yet, Mom." "Tommy, please, let me loose" she softens her tone. "That's much better, but not good enough, Mom" Tommy bends over the bed, looks directly into his mother's eyes, and deftly flips off the bedspread in one quick stroke. Donna gasps, "Ooh, noo" as the warm protective cover of the bedspread is whipped off her exposing her to the cooler air of the bedroom. Donna feels a distinct sexual thrill flow through her body like an electric current. At first blush, she thinks she is naked, but sighs with relief to see she is wearing her blue nightgown. "Tommy, don't," Donna warns, although she has no idea what he is going to do. "Please don't touch me," she adds in her nicest voice. Tommy smiles. "I wont touch you. I have a surprise for you Mommy. Don't you want to know what's in the box?" Tommy rests a small cardboard box lightly on her stomach. It doesn't weigh much. Donna's heart pounds. She doesn't want to know what's in the box. Seeing the gleam of mischief in her son's eyes, she knows that whatever is in the box is repulsive. Tommy wants his mother to suffer, be degraded, debased, in the most vile manner imaginable. "You're a big tease, Mom." "No, I'm not." "Your a slut." "I'm not." "You're not my sex slut, are you?" "No, I'm not." "But you will be after I'm done with you." Donna stops answering. She's confused. She denied everything her son Tommy has said. Yet, she feels tricked by his questions, as if he has forced her to say something she has not intended. He could force her to have sex, tie her up, rape her, but he could not control her thoughts, her feelings. Donna feels proud. She is a victim, tied up, in a situation out of her control. She is blameless. Whatever happens is not her fault. As long as she is master of her own mind, she feels good about herself. Tommy may have her at a temporary disadvantage, he may tease her, he may tickle her, he may spank her, he may even molest her just a little bit, but as soon as the ropes are untied he will loose his control. He doesn't own her. He can't force her to do things against her will. Once Donna is unbound, she will be free to soar like a bird. He will be powerless to prevent it. All these thoughts evaporate as if they never existed when Tommy opens the box. Inside are two quart mason canning jars. One is filled with a swarming mass of black flies. The other has a fist sized lump of maggot infested hamburger. Both jars are tightly covered with metal lids. Donna knows that Tommy has collected them from the garbage can. She takes no comfort from this knowledge. The insects seem even more repulsive inside her bedroom. They are out-of-place, obscene, dirty looking, and disgusting. "Mommy, tell me you want to be my sex slut." Donna stares at the two jars on her tummy. "Talk to me, Mommy." "I'll tell you whatever you want, just get those jars off me." Tommy sets the two jars down on the night stand to the right of the bed. "Ok, lets start talking dirty. Do it just like one of those sexy telephone services." Tommy unzips his pants and picks up an imaginary telephone with his left hand, and starts stroking his cock with the other hand. "Hello," he talks into the phone while staring at his mother. "Hi there sexy boy. I'm your phone fuck slut. I'd love to suck your cock. Do you want me to suck your cock?" "I'm stroking my cock. Do you want me to put it in your mouth ?" "No. I mean yes, but not now or I can't talk." Tommy smiles are her. "Maybe, I can do something for you, he suggests with a lewd wink. "Oh, yes, you could fuck me, screw me senseless" Donna says without passion or enthusiasm. The mechanical, passionless nature of this conversation is not lost on Tommy. He is not amused. "Goodbye, sex slut." he hangs up the telephone. His dime has been wasted. Donna looks worried. She watches her son open her bottom dresser drawer where she keeps her underwear. He reaches to the back of the drawer and pulls out her battery powered Magic Fingers vibrator. Donna is mortified. How did her teenage son know about this most intimate instrument of sexual satisfaction. She had deliberately hidden it away out of sight underneath her lingerie. Tommy quickly attaches the vibrator to his wrist and fingers with the velcro straps. Donna knows what it's capable of doing. She has used it many times to reach orgasm. Slowly, savoring the moment, Tommy lifts Donna's blue night dress up around her waist exposing her trembling thighs. She has on white cotton panties. For the first time, Donna is relieved that she is tied up spread-eagle. The panties will stay on. They can't be removed without untying her. Undeterred by this problem, Tommy turns on the Magic Fingers confident in its ability to achieve his goals. First he gently cups her pubic mound with the vibrations on low intensity, it feels good but far from the intense sensations Donna is use to experiencing. Privately, she begins to doubt that her son will have the knowledge or ability to bring her to a excite her. The vibrator will help, but it's still in the hands of a child. A tool is only as good as the person using it. Slowly, inexorably, the vibrator is having its affect on Donna. As much as she denies it, her pussy is getting wet. Not so much from the vibrations, as from the thoughts of all the previous times the Magic Fingers has been used to bring herself to climax. It is a proven electro-mechanical orgasm aid. Before long, her white cotton panties are soaked through, shamelessly revealing the outline of her pussy lips. Donna's sex is now totally exposed to her tormentor. Tommy, switches the vibrator knob to intermittent pulse. He places his index finger directly on Donna's clit, pressing down relentlessly. Buzz. Release. Buzz. Release. It is sexual torture. Donna's back starts to arch up and her legs stiffened as she feels an orgasm building deep inside her loins. "Oh, yes," she moans "Do you like that, Mom?" "Yes, Oh, God yes." "Can I fuck you, Mom?" "Yes, yes, anything, just don't stop." Donna's hips are bucking wildly trying to increase contact with the vibrating finger giving her so much pleasure. Suddenly, the buzzing noise stops Tommy turns off the Magic Fingers. "You bastard, turn it back on" "Sorry, Mom" "You can't leave me like this." Donna's hips are bucking wildly trying to regain some friction on her swollen clit, but it is hopeless. She begs her son for release. "Please, Tommy, I'll be good, I'll be your sex slut," she moans with a convincing sigh. This is the kind of lust Tommy tried to arouse with his sexy telephone call. Good vibrations fill words with passion. Shaken by the depth of his mom's sincerity, Tommy relents. "Ok, Mom, I'll get you off." Tommy turns the vibrator back on. The first touch of his finger is electric. Donna shudders violently. Her pussy lips are soaked with moisture. Tommy keeps his promise. Donna's body is racked by a powerful series of earthquakes. "Ooh, fuck me," shouts Donna as she orgasms. Tommy watches as her pussy lips spasm repeatedly from the rolling waves of the climax. Her heart hammering, the vein in her neck pulsing furiously, Tommy waits impatiently for her to calm down. Exasperated by his mother's selfishness, Tommy finally interrupts. "Ok, Mom, it's my turn." Tommy pulls Donna's cunt soaked panties to one side and slips two fingers into her wet pussy. He wonders what it will be like to slide his dick into that wet hole. Sliding his fingers in and out, he notices that her cunt lips, engorged with blood, stay wide open. They are puckered together like a porno star's lips in a pornographic movie, mugging for the camera, all poised to kiss. "It's wet," Tommy confides to his mother, smiling as she involuntarily shakes from an orgasm aftershock. Tommy knows he's turning her on. He takes his time. He enjoys watching. Beneath him is his own mother, someone much smarter, older, and bigger then he is, but totally under his control. This is the same mother who use to spank him for misbehaving. She use to control him through pain. Now he controls her through pleasure. Beneath him, Donna is shaking, quivering, and waiting for him to stick his cock into her pussy. "It's wet," he says again maneuvering into position. His mother waits. Without warning, he plunges his cock into his mother, thrusting deeply into her hot clinging pussy, making moist obscene sucking sounds each time he withdraws. He is amazed at the pressure her cunt exerts on his cock. It adheres to his cock like a sucking mouth. Which gives him an idea. Tommy withdraws entirely, crawling over his mother's helpless prostate body until his cock dangles in front of her face. "Suck your pussy juices off my cock," he commands. Donna looks up at the enormous cock hanging over her face, dripping with her own bodily secretions. Helpless, tied hand and foot, her body spread out before him, she has no choice. Impotent to say no, defenseless against her son's sexual demands, Donna complies. She opens her mouth and sucks on his wet, syrupy cock. Again, Tommy suddenly withdraws and lowers himself down into her open cunt, plunging in deeply and pulling out with a satisfying sound of sucking liquids. From then on he alternates quickly between fucking his mother's cunt and thrusting into her open mouth. Cunt. Mouth. Cunt. Mouth. He builds up a steady rythum until he cums. His climax starts just as he withdraws from her pussy. He spurts a heavy load of cum on the outside of her open cuntal lips, moving up quickly to dump another load on her open mouth. "Spit it out," Tommy commands. Grateful for her son's concern for her welfare, Donna spits out the cum immediately. It dribbles down the side of her mouth into the hollow in her neck. Donna is relieved. She hasn't been forced to swallow. Tommy has climaxed. Sex is such a simple thing for men. Just a spurt or two and it's finished. Now her torment is over. Tommy will untie her and she will regain a partial semblance of dignity. "Ok, you can untie me now," sighs Donna expectantly. "Sorry, Mom you promised to be my sex slut." "But, I did ...." Donna sputtered in protest clearing her throat of the last of Tommy's jissum. "Not good enough, Mom," Tommy answers coldly reaching for the glass jars. His dad, Donna, ruefully laments, would have been completely satisfied with her performance. Donna's heart bursts with pride that her son, Tommy holds her to a higher standard. He raises the fly filled jar, rolling it along the left side of her face. Donna can hear the buzzing of the flies, she can see the green iridescent bodies out of the side of her eyes. The flies are trying desperately to escape their glass prison. Tommy leaves her like that, in the company of flies, with goo on her lips, jissum in her cunt, and a furious buzzing in her hears. When he returns, Tommy is fully dressed again followed by the pimple faced boy with the pale dead eyes. As always, he carries a camcorder and starts filming. Tommy slowly unscrews the top of the mason jar containing the flies. He sets the jar down on Donna's stomach and watches. For a while nothing happens. The flies act as if they are still trapped. Gradually, one fly escapes, quickly the other flies follow. They disappear into the vastness of the bedroom searching for an open window, looking for an escape. It isn't long before the flies return. They start settling on the nether parts of the hapless female, tied spread-eagled to the bed. Flies are naturally attracted to a freshly fucked vagina. They land directly in the glistening white slime. The flies have a green iridescent band around abdomens of their segmented bodies. One fly walks over the edge of Donna's gaping red pussy lips and into the love canal. It buzzes furiously, bumping against the sides of her pussy going in deeper while trying to find the way out. The video camera zooms in as the flies cluster between Donna's legs. Climbing around her cunt lips, they tickle. Another large fly walks over the edge, dropping into the dark hole of the open gaping lips of Donna's vagina. It buzzes against the walls furiously, trying to get out. Other flies land directly in the sticky goo of the jissum, spreading it around. Flies fly directly from Donna's cunt up to her face. They crawl fearlessly over her face, her lips, her eyes. At first, they fly away briefly when Donna tosses her head to shake them off. Gradually, they stop flying off when their tiny brains realize that this woman is helpless. Like men they take advantage of the weaker sex. Donna's eyes shift rapidly from side to side in panic. She hates flies and now they are crawling all over her body, invading her most private parts, spreading goo from her pussy to her mouth. Donna starts begging. "Please, get the flies off," tossing her head to no avail. "Help me, heaven help me," she pleads. Heaven looks down with benign indifference. All God's creatures being equal. Only Tommy provides succor. Finally, Tommy relents. "Ok, Mom, whatever you say." He lifts a fly swatter and holds it over her head. "Noo, Nooo," Donna moans. She imagines the sting of the fly swatter hitting her directly in the face. The flies smashed against her cheeks, pushed into her lips, the crushed bodies of the flies clinging to the filthy swatter as it descends once again toward her reddening cheeks, being slapped by the wire meshed swatter smearing the dead remains of the flies across her face. Her face stinging, the beating will continue with her helpless to prevent it. Who will want to tenderly kiss her lips? Who will love her? Who will save the flies? None of this happens. Donna's entire body spasms involuntarily as if she has been struck. Struck by an inopportune orgasm aftershock, she feels debased and abandoned. Her body shudders before the first blow is struck. She shakes uncontrollably. Tommy hesitates confused by Donna's shaking, but is undeterred. Without warning, Tommy brings the fly swatter down with a resounding smack. It lands directly between her legs. Donna screams. The fly swatter stings her most intimate parts, repeatedly smashing the flies into her cunt, crushing the flies into the pools of jissum, pushing the flies into her open pussy lips. The fly swatter descends over and over. Donna tries to brace herself for the impact, but it always seem to catch her unprepared, vulnerable, exposed, pitiful. Donna weeps openly, pleading, beseeching, imploring her son, her Tommy, to stop. Gradually, as the flies are killed, the whipping stops, the pain subsides, Donna collapses onto the bed. Her whole body has broken into a sweat from the whipping between her legs. Never in her life has she felt such exquisite pain in such a small area of her body. Never had she expected to be repeatedly lashed with a dirty fly swatter on her most intimate private parts. Donna looks exhausted as if she were recovering from a fever. Tommy pats Donna's sweat soaked face with a bath towel. He soothes her sympathetically, calming her. "It's over Mom." He whispers in her ear. "The whipping is over." He pats the sweat from her face. "It's all on video." He wipes the cum off her face and removes the dead flies smashed between her legs. "You will be my sex slut," He whispers gently patting her face. Once Donna's breathing slows, Tommy introduces a new horror. Tommy pulls a white latex glove over his right hand as if preparing for a gynecological exam. Exhausted by screwing, he starts unscrewing the top of the other glass mason jar. Reaching into the jar, he slowly massages the squirming mass of maggot infested hamburger. Keeping it inside the jar, he brings it close to his mother's face. "Watch the maggots, Mommy" "Please don't, I'll do everything... anything, I'm your sex slut." "I could take these maggots and jamb them up your cunt. If these worms crawl through raw meat like hamburger, just imagine how they would thrive inside your warm wet pussy." Tommy squishes the infested hamburger letting it squeeze out between the fingers of his latex glove covered hand as worms fall back into the jar. "I could fist fuck you, slam these worms all the way to your womb. You'd never get them out. Imagine Dad withdrawing his dick after fucking you and finding a worm on his cock." Donna is out of control, her whole body trembling, shaking, like an uncontrollable epileptic seizure. She is incoherently babbling. "I'll suck, fuck, you, your friends.... lick cum off the floor...swallow your loaded condoms.... suck Donkey Dicks .....please, I'll get you other women, let you watch me fuck other men...." "What about my sister, Cindy?" interrupts Tommy. "Cindy ?" says Donna confused. "Yes, mom, Cindy" "Cindy, what ?" cries Donna "You know...." "You want to fuck Cindy, your own sister?" "No, Mom, I want you to fuck Cindy." Tommy is joking. He had no way of knowing that his mother will take it seriously. Under stress, Donna's mind is receptive to any suggestion. A joke unravels the key to her heart and mind. Donna collapses. How can she fuck Cindy? She isn't a man. Only men have the power to fuck. She is pathetic, she is in a semi-psychotic state of incoherent blubbering. Only men can rape, not women. She is his. Her mind has shattered like a dish. She will never be in control again. Donna has broken. _________________________________________________________ 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. 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