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 10 - donna10.txt Date: Fri, 05 Sep 1997 13:25:19 -0700 Organization: http://sd.znet.com/~velvet/ - The Velvet Playground Lines: 258 Message-ID: <34106AAF.7B52@znet.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: cx28316-a.dt1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------366C139DEEE" X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (OS/2; I) Status: N This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------366C139DEEE 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 \/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/ --------------366C139DEEE Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="donna10.txt" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Disposition: inline; filename="donna10.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. _________________________________________________________ By Dafney Dewitt A Nasty Girl Story Donna's Humiliation #10 The Family Revenge Tommy rehearses his actions as if he's engaged in some sport. He concentrates on his efforts. He keeps repeating himself. "They need to be longer." "They need more stretching." She watches as Tommy pulls back on the vacum cleaner like he's reeling in a fish. The hum of the motor lowering each time the suction is broken leaving a nasty red ring around her nipple where the vacum has sucked in her flesh. Her milk heavy breasts stretch a little longer with each wave of the metal wand. "Spread your legs" Donna hesitates. Like an alien intruder, the metal wand of the vacum swings between her knees. The threat of electric shock hangs heavy in the air. In a gentle arc that gradually widens, the tube swings back and forth, forcing Donna to spread her legs wider and wider. Fearful of being shocked again, Donna spreads her legs until they are fully open. "Lift your dress." Donna lifts her dress up to her waist exposing her panties. "Push your panties to one side" Donna catches the edge of her panties with two fingers and pulls to the left exposing the lips of her vulva." Tommy lowers the vacum tube between her legs. He is careful not to touch her. The power of the sucking air makes her pussy lips flutter with an intense vibration. "Please, don't do that" Donna moans. Tommy keeps the tube between her legs. "Blurrp, Slurrp," The obscene sucking sound continues unrelentingly. "Oh, my God," Donna yells, on the brink of orgasm. Just before she can climax, Tommy withdraws the vacum pointing it at her left breast sucking up her nipple, extending both breasts and nipples out to new lengths. Tommy alternates between vibrating her pussy lips to sucking the milk out of her breasts. The vacum cleaner abusing her body like some strange snake. With every withdrawal it drips milk onto her dress and leaves bright red rings around her nipples. Donna's body shudders into an involuntary climax forced to orgasm by the double sucking action on her breast and pussy. Tommy turns off the vacum cleaner when he notices Donna's body stiffen with a climatic spasm. He has no intention of giving her further pleasure. "Button up your blouse and walk into the living room." Tommy tells her. Donna stuffs her swollen breasts back into her bra and buttons her blouse. She rises from the sofa as if she were resigned to her continued humiliation. Carefully concealing her anger, Donna walks toward the dining room. She glances back at Tommy willing him with her mind to follow her. Donna draws him away from the instrument of torture. She draws him away from the vacum cleaner. Tommy follows Donna until he is five feet, seven feet, and finally 10 feet away from the vacum torture machine. Without warning, Donna turns on Tommy. "You little bastard," she shouts grabbing Tommy by the neck. Cindy watches with the remote control in her hand curious as to what her mother will do next. Tommy tries ducking to escape his mother's grasp. He is too slow, totally taken by surprise. Both of Donna's hands tighten around his neck. "I'm going to strangle you," Donna threatens. Both her hands tighten around Tommy's neck and begin throttling him. Donna's body surges with a power she didn't know she had. Tommy can't break his mother's grip. It feels as if she's been possessed with the power of demons. Cindy is enjoying herself. She feels powerful like she's holding the remote control for some advanced 3-D Holographic Television Show. She wants Tommy to suffer. She wants him to remember this attempt to strangle him. Later, when he remembers how Donna has choked him, he will show her no mercy. Cindy waits to press the button. Tommy is certain that his mother intends to kill him. He can't breathe. The room is starting to spin. His legs are wobbly. The electric shock hits Donna just before Tommy starts to pass out. "Aargh !," Donna screams totally taken by surprise Donna's hands fly from Tommy's neck. Tommy rubs his neck gasping for breath. "On your feet bitch," he gasps. Donna staggers to her feet. "Take out both your breasts." Donna unbottons her blouse and takes both breasts out of their cups letting them hang out over the top of her bra. She stands there until Tommy's ragged breathing calms down. "You will not touch me again, bitch" Tommy shouts slapping her exposed breasts with his hand like you would slap a face. Donna confused, and demoralized by what seems to have been a unexpected return of Tommy's power over her, stands before him without resistence. Her eyes are focused on the vacum cleaner with a look of hopeless incomprehension. "You will never touch me again, bitch," says Tommy, slapping her first with the front of his hand and then returning the slap with the back of his hand. Tears well up in Donna's eyes from the breast pain. "Not my breasts, hit me anywhere, not my breasts ...," she begs. Tommy keeps slapping until Donna's breasts are red. The red welts left by his fingers are clearly visible on her breasts. Donna's eyes fill with tears from the beating on her milk swollen breasts. Carried away by his anger, Tommy slaps at the breasts repeatedly until they are swaying in rythum back and forth like a punching bag. He continues hitting her until his hand gets tired. Tommy finally relents. "Crawl into the Dinning Room like a cow and lay down on the table" Donna heads for the dining room, on all fours, like a cow. She is totally subdued. Her breasts sway back and forth as she crawls on all fours. After crawling into the living room, she makes one last inadequate attempt to preserve the remnants of her dignity as a mother, and as a woman, by unconsciously tucking her painful breasts back into her bra and buttoning up the front of her dress. All thoughts of resistence literally beaten out of her. Her entire world is focused on her aching breasts. The dining room table has been pulled apart to make room for a center leaf. Instead of inserting another leaf three of the leaves have been shoved to one end leaving a 5 inch gap on the far end. Donna is forced to lay on the table so her breasts hang through the gap between table leaves. Her body is full supported except for her breasts. Cindy crawls under the table and unbuttons her mother's dress. Gently, she removes both breasts from the bra cups and lets the heavy mounds jiggle out hanging freely. What new torture will they subject her to? she wonders. Will they try to smash her milk heavy hanging breasts by closing the table together like some gigantic clothes pin ? Despite Donna's speculations, no attempt is made to close the table. Her breasts hang freely, unpinched, unbeaten, and unmolested. Donna rests. Cindy moves the card board box into the living room beneath the dinner table. Donna can hear the squealing piglets but can's see them. Tommy takes a large dictionary down from the bookshelf and several other large books. He places them on the floor beneath the table. It takes some adjusting before the cardboard box is the right height. The hungry piglets soon discover the two mounds hanging down into their box and the two nipples. They begin a frenzy of sucking to get at the milk. There are 8 piglets and only two nipples to suck. On an adult mother sow, they would have a choice of up to 12 tits to suckle on. They fight each other. Donna feels them pulling, bitting on her nipples, sucking out the milk meant for her baby. The constantly changing mouths of the piglets struggling to suck the milk from her intensifies into a wild feeding frenzy. The competition between the piglets continues for hours. Donna has nothing to mark the time except the squealing sounds of the pigs and constant pulling on her nipples. She passes out in an attempt to escape the horrible reality. Donna's dreams are filled with sounds of barn animals. She is laying on a pile of hay in the corner of a barn surrounded by a mass of squealing pigs. Her breasts are fully exposed to the mindless hungry animals. She has been reduced to a human suck station for pigs. The pale blue eyed boy films the dreamy far off look on her face, dropping the camera below the table for shots of the piglets swarming over her hanging breasts. The close up zoom shots are almost unrecognizeable. The pink hairless pigs, squirming over the mounds, pulling their bodies out of the box suspended only by their sucking mouths attached to the nipples, it is a surreal scene. It is not clear at all if you are looking at the magnified nipples of some animal or if they are human breasts. Only the clear shots of Donna's face make it obvious. The contented cow look on Donna's face is too much for Cindy. She goes into the kitchen, takes a can of with a picture of fried chicken on it out of a cupboard, and puts in on the floor. It's a can of Crisco. She takes the mop from behind the door, turns it upside down, smashing the handle into the white Crisco lard. Tit torture is not enough for Cindy. She repeatedly jabs the mop handle into the can of Crisco until it is coated white with goo. and shoves it up Donna's cunt while asking Tommy to unzip and force Donna to suck his dick. Tiring of this, Tommy suggests that they make the torture automatic. They blindfold Donna and lightly very gently, tickling her with some sort of leaves. It feels good. She doesn't know they're using clear plastic gloves on their hands to hold it. She can't see them. She doesn't know that in about a half hour her breasts will feel like they're on fire. She doesn't know they are brushing her breasts with poison ivy.  --------------366C139DEEE--