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 9 - donna09.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:24:57 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 353 Message-ID: <34106A99.1B29@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------60F331A5271A" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------60F331A5271A 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 \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------60F331A5271A Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna09.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna09.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. _________________________________________________________ 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 #9 The Family Revenge Donna doesn't want Bob to go hunting. She's afraid of being left alone with her own children. Tommy and Cindy are like two demon kids, just waiting for the right opportunity, the chance to get her alone, the time to extract their revenge. Donna knows what she has to do. It is desperation that forces her to lock the bedroom door, confronting her husband with a choice. "Please, Bob," Donna begs, "Please don't leave me alone." "But I like hunting." "You like me too don't you," Donna says dropping her panties to her ankles and suggestively lifting up her dress showing him her blond thatch of pubic hair. "Yes, but hunting is a man thing." "I'll show you a man thing," Donna says unzipping his pants. She gently fondles his dick, bending down to take it into her mouth. Donna runs her tongue around the tip of his cock until it swells. She pops it into her mouth with a series of quick short strokes until it's rigid. She can feel it pulsing in her hand. Then she lets Bob thrust it into her mouth. She has never allowed Bob oral sex before. She wants him to know that he can use or abuse her sexually in exchange for staying home. Bob face fucks her with a vigor Donna hasn't felt since they were first married. Her wanton willingness to please him, her need for him to stay, her sexual surrender, has ignited his passions. Donna denies him nothing. Bob can do whatever he wants with her body. He can fuck her face, take her from the rear, twist her nipples, ejaculate on her face. He can do it all, if only he will stay. If he won't abandon her for the weekend, she will sexually submit to his desires. Sensing the submissive change in his wife, Bob decides to abuse her verbally while he fucks her. "You're a whore" With his meat filling her mouth, Donna shakes her head in denial. "You're my slut whore," Bob repeats taking advantage of her silence. Donna opens her eyes, but can only see his pubic hair pushing into her face. "Suck my cum, slut," Bob insists. With a quick jerk he withdraws and spurts a small load of hot jizzum onto her face. "Turn over bitch," Bob tells her. Donna turns, letting his cock slide a trail of cum across her face. Bob leaves her on the bed, heading for the bathroom. Donna is relieved. She had been ready to submit sexually to any demands, any perversion, as long as Bob stayed with her, as long as he didn't leave her for a weekend of hunting, but now she is comforted that his lust has apparently been shortlived. She is still exhuasted from the sexual abuse inflicted on her by her son, Tommy. She can use the rest. Just as Donna's body is relaxing Bob returns. "I'm back, slut." Donna turns her head to see him holding a jar of Vic's Vapor Rub. Bob plunges his index finger into the open jar of mentholated petroleum jelly and gently inserts it into Donna's asshole. He repeats this several times. Poke the jar. Poke her anus. Poke the jar. Push his fingers into her asshole Poke the jar. Slide his hand into her hot ass. Every repetition makes her ass burn more. It keeps getting hotter, burning like a fire inside. Gradually, Bob increases the insertion to include all of his fingers. After he has plunged all five fingers in and out repeatedly, he attempts pushing his entire fist into her. Donna screams. "Aaah !" she shrieked as Bob's fist buries itself into her virgin ass. "Oh, No ! Oh, No ! She wails. His fist, hard and unyielding plunges into her asshole, stretching it without relenting. It is no longer poking, sliding, or plunging into her. Bob's fist is punching into her. His fist is being swallowed by her enlarged anus with each blow. It makes an obscene sucking sound with each withdrawal. Bob notices his fist making a wet "slurp" sound on each withdrawal and a "splat" sound with each insertion. Within a short time, he develops it into a study rythum of sound. "Slurp" goes his fist coming out. "Splat" goes his fist going in. "Slurp" "Splat" "Slurp" "Splat" For Donna it quickly develops into an unrelenting rythum of sound and pain. Pinned to the bed by the pumping fist, Donna feels waves of fear ripple through her belly. This is a hard long piston, churning up her insides. There will be no quick climax. There will be no climax at all. Her entire ass is on fire. After an eternity of torment, the hand withdraws for the last time. Donna's asshole spasms, the sphincter muscles contracting arythmically. When they stopped her ass remains open. There is a black hole the size of a dime. Noticing this hole, Bob reachs into his pocket, extracts 4 dimes and 2 quarters. He flips a quarter onto her ass. It's bigger then the opening. He slides the quarter aside and flips a dime, but it catches on the grease of the Vic Vapor's Rub. Grabbing the hem of Donna's dress, he uses it like a towel to wipe the grease off her butt. The next dime flops onto her ass and slides directly into the hole entirely disappearing. Bob flips in the remaining 3 dimes before leaving on his hunting trip. Exhuasted by her ordeal, Donna falls asleep. She slept dreaming that Bob is laying on the bed beside her. She slept thinking she is safe from harm. After Bob leaves, Cindy and Tommy spring into action. It's the pale boy with the lifeless blue eyes and angry red pimples on his forehead who gives them the implements for their revenge. In exchange, the boy will be allowed to videotape the torture. A modified cattle prod with a remote control is slipped into Donna's open asshole as she sleeps. It is a self-protection device for women called "The Defender" capable of delivering over 100,000 volts of painful but harmless electric shock. After the severe ass pounding by her husband's fist she never even feels the four inch long thin metal tube slip inside her. Tommy wants to activate the remote immediately, waking his mother up with a jolt of 100,000 volts of low amperage electric shock. It will feel as if her insides are on fire. Her body will convulse with pain. She will be under their complete control. The boy with the angry red pimples restrained him. If they wait, Donna's anus will slowly contract until the prod is firmly embeded inside. By waiting, Donna's own body will work against her, sealing the prod inside her bowels, preventing it from accidentally being expelled. To help hurry the process, Cindy hunted through the spice cabinet in the kitchen. Armed with a small can of alum, she sprinkles it inside Donna's open hole. Within a short time, the alum has puckered her anus until it closes into a tight puckered depression. "Mommy, Mommy, get up you sleepy head" "Mommy, Mommy, it's time to get dressed" Donna hears the voice in the distance. It sounds familiar. She's so tired, so exhausted that she ignores it. She feels safe and warm, the burning in her buttom has susbsided. She feels good and just wants to keep on sleeping. She is safe. Her husband Bob will keep her from harm. Her husband who has pumped his fist into her ass will stay by her, asleep at her side, until he needs more sex. She will give it to him. "Mommy, Mommy, it's time to get up," the voice repeats itself until Donna drifts into consciousness. It's Cindy. She's shaking her Mom's shoulder trying to wake her up. Donna's eyes fill with fear as soon as she sees the empty bed space beside her. "Where's Bob ?" "Oh, Daddy's gone hunting." "But he promised me he'd stay home." "Sorry, Mom, but he's gone." Donna sits up in the bed. Maybe everything will be all right. Cindy certainly doesn't look threatening. Donna decides to get dressed and take control. "I'm going to get dressed, would you please give me some privacy ?" "Ok Mom," Cindy relents leaving the bedroom. Once alone, Donna quickly gets out of bed. She selects a plain blue dress with colorful flower print. It buttons down the front for easy access. Donna needs easy access for breast feeding the baby. Her breasts are swollen and heavy with milk. She needs to breast feed 5 or more times per day to reduce the swelling and even then sometimes her breasts become so painfully full of milk that she needs to use a breast pump to siphon off the excess. Donna wants to breast feed the baby but she is puzzled by the actions of her son Tommy and daughter Cindy. It's her custom to breast feed the baby sitting on the sofa in the living room so she can watch the local news. Tommy is running the vacum in the living room. This in itself is unusual. Tommy never cleans house unless he's forced to do it. Donna is suspicious and uncertain. She certainly can't listen to TV over the noise of the vacum cleaner. "Tommy, turn off the vacum, please" Donna shouts. To her surprise, Tommy shuts the machine off immediately. In the silence that follows she hears the first squeals. "What's that noise ?" Donna asks. "What noise ?" Tommy answers vaguely. "That squealing noise. "Just some new pets." Curious and intrigued, Donna follows the sound of the squeals into the kitchen. In a box shoved in the corner next to the door, she finds a batch of squirming baby pigs. They look too small to be away from their mother. Thye're just a bunch of cute little piglets, the same size as a guinea pigs, but all pink, hairless, and harmless. "Do you like them ?" Cindy asks "They certainly are cute " Donna answers non-commitally. "They're for you," says Tommy. Donna looks at him and notices a strange gleam of mischief in his eyes. "Well that's nice," Donna answers, wondering what they are up to, "But right now I have to feed the baby." Donna returns to the living room, turns on the TV with the remote, unbuttons the front of her blouse, and shoves the babies puckered lips toward her the erect nipple of her right breast. A short time later, she would switch to the left breast. Just as the baby begins feeding, Tommy turns on the vacum cleaner. "Turn it off," yells Donna, feeling at a disadvantage making commands while her nipple is being sucked. Tommy twists off the rug attachment at the end of the long metal vacum tube as if he is going to disassemble it, but he doesn't turn off the motor. "Turn it off," Donna yells again. Tommy points the metal vacum tube at her like he's holding a rifle. This act of defiance infuriates Donna. Tommy is toying with her. She lays the baby down carefully, covering her breast before turning to confront Tommy. She reaches out to grab the metal vacum tube. Donna is furious. She's going to grab his gun. She's going to teach him a lesson. She is going to take control. She never sees her daughter Cindy standing behind her with the remote control. Just as her hand closes around the metal cylinder, Cindy presses the button. A terrible electric shock emanates from the very bowels of Donna's body knocking her off her feet. Donna's first thought is that the vacum cleaner has developed a short circuit. It is total unexpected. The power of the shock takes her breath away. "Take your breasts out, Mommy," Tommy leers at her. Donna shakes her head in refusal. Tommy touches the vacum tube to her left knee just as Cindy hits the remote control button for the electro shock tube imbeded in her anus. Donna jerks back like she's been slapped by an invisible hand. An accidental short circuit does not explain Tommy's actions. "Take out your tits, Mommy," Tommy repeats With trembling fingers, Donna unbuttons her dress and scoops both her breasts out, letting them hang over the top of her bra cups. They hang out on top of the bra, obscenly swollen looking. The nipple of the right breast is still turgid and red from the baby's sucking. "Your breast looks swollen. Would you like some help ?" "No, please, don't do this to me," begged Donna. Tommy ignores her pleas. He waves the vacum cleaner tube back and forth in front of her like a python, a snake bobbing from left to right waiting to strike. Tommy pushes it closer and closer to her chest until she can feel the suction. Suddenly, without warning the end of the vacum sucks up her right nipple. Donna braces herself expecting another heart rendering shock, but none comes. The only change is in the hum of the vacum cleaner motor switching to a high pitched wine as the machine attempts to suck up her breast. "Vooom, Varoom," The sound of the vacum changes to a high pitched wine as it tries to suck in Donna's Breast. Pulling back on the vacum, Tommy stretches the breast until the suction connection breaks off allowing the unobstructed flow of air to return the normal deep humming sound of the engine. Donna looks at Tommy with a new fear, a new respect. He seems to possess a strange unknown power that totally unerves her. This is something new and different. A strange force that she doesn't understand. He can administer an electrifying pain, a pain so intense it appears to originate from deep within her bowels. The cause of the pain is a mystery. It's the unknown that makes it all the more fearful. __________________________________________________  --------------60F331A5271A--