Short Takes

Wow, I've never started one of these before so uhm, here goes.
One of the Yahell groups I was in a few years back had something called "shorts"

They were little tiny tidbits of a story or scene, a couple of paragraphs, something to put a smile on the readers face or maybe be a bit provocative.

I was hoping to do something like that here. Writers could do a blurb (500-1000 words) and be rewarded by the adulation of the adoring crowds or at least an occasional pat on the back.

Others could offer one or two sentence suggestions and perhaps see their fantasy spring to life from someone else's point of view. ( nothing too specific leave the writer some space to work in) something like " in the park, on the picnic table, she's on top, moonlight?".

I''ll post a "Short" example…

good luck

Mad Lews

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I''ll post a "Short" example…

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<---still waiting......lol

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Thank god it's Friday.
It's always a rush to get out of the parking lot on the last day of the workweek. You sit in your car waiting for the traffic jam at the exit to thin out a bit as you soak up the warm spring sunshine. Your shorts have ridden up between your legs, pressing into you and you tug them down.
He's forbidden you panties this week so you've worn skirts until today. Today your short shorts drove the guys at work nuts. Not that you're a tease, well, not really. Still whenever you'd turned around today there was a line of guys trying oh so hard to look like they weren't following you. Whenever you'd bent over, well you could see every one of them, stiff, flushed, and panting.
Your left hand has drifted down between your legs,a finger presses into the seam of the shorts and you shudder.
The parking lot's empty now, you really should be heading home. He'll be home soon and you shouldn't keep him waiting.
Your eyes are nearly closed as you tilt your head back against the headrest. Your mouth is open a bit, and the tip of your tongue traces a moist line along your upper lip.
There had been a whole line of them, at least a dozen, maybe more, nearly tripping over each other. Each and every one of them long, hard and aching for you,... wanting you,... needing you. Yesterday they had to consult with you on Monday's presentation, today they could see only one use for you.
Your right hand loosens the button of your shorts. The zipper's pushed open as your hand reaches inside, you rock your hips as the shorts are forced slowly down toward your knees.
It was his own damn fault. Stupid arbitrary rules about what you can and can't wear, You're an adult for gods sake. You were lucky the men hadn't decided to just push you face down over your desk, pull down your shorts and plunge into you one right after the other. All the men in the place, a line of them going out the office door and down the hallway.
That would have been his fault too, sending you to work dressed like this without any panties.
Two fingers of your right hand are deep inside you now rapidly plunging, in and out as your palm brushes against your hairless mound and the stiffening nub of needy flesh, wanting more. You moan aloud, your breath coming in short gasps. You're almost there.

There's a tapping on the car window and your eyes fly open. A nightstick rapping against the glass. He's tall, bending over to see in the window, a military style crew cut, mirrored sunglasses, a badge.
The officer's grinning broadly as he asks " Do you need any help there mam." Behind those mirrored shades he must be staring at your naked lap and the shorts bunched up around your knees. Your face changes from a flushed pink to nearly purple as you sink down in the seat. Your hips slide along the damp vinyl seat slick with your sweat and more.
You start the car without a word, pull half way across the parking lot before you stop to pull your shorts back up. You look in the rear view mirror, He's still bent over laughing.
You take a deep breath and head for home.

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<---still waiting......lol

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Well give me a couple minutes, I'm typing with both fingers :)
Mad

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Well give me a couple minutes, I'm typing with both fingers :)
Mad

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lmao.....sowwy....I just couldn't help myself with that one :)

<---scampers off to read the long "short" post you also just put up

~~nibbles~~

Oh my!......what a "short"!.....OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooo

<----fanning her face rapidly with both hands

Gonna have to get Hunter to read that one and find out if he still has a nightstick from his patrol days and then go find us a dark parking lot! .....I'm not going to be driving away from him though :D

~~naughty nibbles~~

Very sexy Mad Lewis! Love the idea of the thread and I'll try to contribute soon. As with all your delicious thoughts, my mind is wandering already ;)

He hoped she was satisfied. The bet she had demanded he make with her had been a silly one, and she, somehow, had won. And he felt stupid.
They'd been at the restaurant, having dinner. She was giggly after a couple drinks, she'd never been able to handle liquor. It didn't take much to pickle her 105 pounds, while his 220 took lots more. He was unsurprised when she started betting him ridiculous things. Which was fuller, salt or pepper? Which would be set down first, his dinner or hers? Whose steak would be closer to the picture? On, and on, and on. The only thing which would sober her would be a nap.
The final bet was outrageous. She bet that without complaining she could get the meal free. What would they bet? She promised if he won, she'd give him a blowjob.... something which with her were few and far between. And if she won? Well, she didn't want to tell him, but it wouldn't be illegal, immoral, or painful. What the hell? He knew she wouldn't win, and he wanted the blowjob.
Long and short of it, she won, never mind now. And he had just finished walking the length of the regional mall wearing only her bikini.

how hard it was to fight off the temptation of "It was a dark and stormy night."

Respects to Snoopy..

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how hard it was to fight off the temptation of "It was a dark and stormy night."

Respects to Snoopy..

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It was a dark and stormy night as she pulled up to the mall entrance. He slipped out of the car clad only in size 14 bikini bottoms.( her's wouldn't fit him, these ones didn't really either). He had barely made it through the door when a flash of lightning split the night. Lights flickered and died as he ran the length of the mall in the gathering gloom.
:exit:
Yes Chuck there is a god and she protects us all.

thanks for playing
Mad Lews

Good story Sir Chuck! Loved the ending.



"Dream Weaver"

I awoke before dawn tonight, enveloped by your body.
Resting on my side, curled against you, our faces only
inches apart and your arms holding me close. I love to
watch you sleep. The serenity and comfort you exude,
your body wrapping mine, keeping us safe. I
couldn't bear to wake you, but my love and desire for
you suddenly overwhelmed me. Apparently, you were also
having pleasant thoughts since a certain something was
poking towards me. My urge to satisfy you, to become your
dream, overtook. I slid out from your grasp creating
only a brief stir. Slowly I crept beneath the sheets
to your midsection and wondered what you were dreaming of
to keep yourself so excited. Deeply I began exhaling to
surround your cock with my hot breath, hopefully
enhancing your dreams. You sighed, but apparently were
still sleeping like a baby. I was staving off the
urge to just fill myself with you as that surely would
wake you. I continue breathing around you, keeping
you excited, and began to softly trace my finger up
your shaft. My mouth could hardly keep away anymore
and I followed my trace with the tenderness of my
tongue. Slowly swirling all the way to the tip,
making special note to circle along the underneath
ridge just like you love. You were still just dreaming, but a little
wetness escaped it's way out in all of your excitement. I
lapped it up like your good girl always does and took
you ever so gently into my lips. My tongue, tasting
you, swirling down around as I took you deeper into my
mouth. You were beginning to move a little more, but
the faint sound of a snore was still audible. I was
becoming your dream and you were acting it out in your
sleep. My mouth continued consuming you deeper and
deeper while tracing my fingers ever so gently down
below. I could feel you began to twitch slightly,
signaling you would be coming soon. As I
continued teasing and sucking you, your twitches became
a pulsing. Increasing my speed and movements suddenly
caused you to release. A quiet, gentle and gradual release for my mouth to keep milking. You were sighing during your climax but fast asleep.
I licked the remainder off of you and crawled back up
under the blanket of your arms, wondering if you would
remember your dream in the morning.*

A sweet and loving story, OS. Reminds me of something years ago when Lady Dee decided to 'wake me the best way' and it worked right into a waking dream.

The best part was months later, returning the favor....

chksng

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"Dream Weaver"

I awoke before dawn tonight, enveloped by your body.
Resting on my side, curled against you, our faces only
inches apart and your arms holding me close. I love to
watch you sleep. The serenity and comfort you exude,
your body wrapping mine, keeping us safe. I
couldn't bear to wake you, but my love and desire for
you suddenly overwhelmed me. Apparently, you were also
having pleasant thoughts since a certain something was
poking towards me. My urge to satisfy you, to become your
dream, overtook. I slid out from your grasp creating
only a brief stir. Slowly I crept beneath the sheets
to your midsection and wondered what you were dreaming of
to keep yourself so excited. Deeply I began exhaling to
surround your cock with my hot breath, hopefully
enhancing your dreams. You sighed, but apparently were
still sleeping like a baby. I was staving off the
urge to just fill myself with you as that surely would
wake you. I continue breathing around you, keeping
you excited, and began to softly trace my finger up
your shaft. My mouth could hardly keep away anymore
and I followed my trace with the tenderness of my
tongue. Slowly swirling all the way to the tip,
making special note to circle along the underneath
ridge just like you love. You were still just dreaming, but a little
wetness escaped it's way out in all of your excitement. I
lapped it up like your good girl always does and took
you ever so gently into my lips. My tongue, tasting
you, swirling down around as I took you deeper into my
mouth. You were beginning to move a little more, but
the faint sound of a snore was still audible. I was
becoming your dream and you were acting it out in your
sleep. My mouth continued consuming you deeper and
deeper while tracing my fingers ever so gently down
below. I could feel you began to twitch slightly,
signaling you would be coming soon. As I
continued teasing and sucking you, your twitches became
a pulsing. Increasing my speed and movements suddenly
caused you to release. A quiet, gentle and gradual release for my mouth to keep milking. You were sighing during your climax but fast asleep.
I licked the remainder off of you and crawled back up
under the blanket of your arms, wondering if you would
remember your dream in the morning.*

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Good story Sir Chuck! Loved the ending.



"Dream Weaver"

I awoke before dawn tonight, enveloped by your body.
Resting on my side, curled against you, our faces only
inches apart and your arms holding me close. I love to
watch you sleep. The serenity and comfort you exude,
your body wrapping mine, keeping us safe.

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Nice sweet dreamy start

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I licked the remainder off of you and crawled back up
under the blanket of your arms, wondering if you would
remember your dream in the morning.*

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And a hot sweet ending

Wow OS when you're hot you're scorching :yourock:
Made me want to hop back in bed, squeeze my eyes shut and pray.
Honest Miss Sally I'm asleep now.. go ahead …anytime… :D
Thanks for perking up my day
Mad

"Now who's been a good boy for his Mistress ... mmm?" Alex cooed and leaned down to pat the top of Lews’s head.


Naked but for a thick leather collar fastened around his neck, he remained squatted on the floor. His cock and balls hung freely and bounced about as he jumped up and pawed at her skirt. Impatiently, she pushed him down, she had just come home from work and hadn't had time to change out of her expensive woollen suit.


"Stay," she told him, wagging a finger at him.

Lews sat back on his haunches and began whimpering as he watched her walking off into the bedroom. Why did Lews have to stay? Because Alex had to told him to stay. Good little slut puppies always do as their Mistresses tell them. A few minutes later she returned wearing a comfortable house coat—tied at the waist and falling open to give him a glimpse of her pale white skin. Lews barked. Barked? Yes, Lews loved to see his mistress’s lovely bare breasts. Don't all dogs bark when they are happy?

Alex stared affectionately down at him, as he began pawing at her legs again, his semi -hard now brushed against her shins.

Could she really ask for a better pet? He was obedient, house trained too, and a damned good fuck too! Leaning down, she held balls in her hand for a moment and gave them a gentle shake. Lews panted happily. He enjoyed that! It made his cock feel good.

"Fetch," Alex commanded, pointing to newspaper on the table. Lews bounded off on all fours, and soon returned with it clamped in his mouth. She leaned down to take it from him, but Lews was in a playful mood and refused to release it. Alex gripped it firmly and shook it from his mouth.

"Stupid damned mut!" she muttered under her breath, as she sat down and began looking over the day's news. Of course she wasn’t really angry with him. Alex was actually rather fond of Lews, even when he was a little bit naughty.


For several minutes Lews sat obediently watching his mistress, before trying to gain her attention again. He began by rubbing his nose up against her smooth leg. Alex knew what her little puppy wanted. She grinned and spread her knees, allowing her house-coat to drop open to expose her smooth white pussy and sweet wet folds.

"Is this what my little Lews is looking for?"

Immediately, Lews began panting, his tongue dropped down over his chin, and he lunged forward between her knees, lapping hungry at the sweet wet treat.

"Bad dog!" she scolded, slapping his ass with the paper. Lews cowered back and lowered himself onto he floor infront of her.

Alex sighed heavily. "Now, beg. There's a good boy."

Gingerly, Lews raised himself up of the floor, then lifting his hands to his chest and resting back on his hauches, he began whimpering then barking.

Training Lews was not an easy task. It, however, always pleased Alex immensely to see one so eager to please.

Of course, Lews hadn't always been a slut puppy. Oh, no…


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"Now who's been a good boy for his Mistress ... mmm?" Alex cooed and leaned down to pat the top of Lews’s head.

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Gee Alex I didn't realize you cared. :confused:

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Naked but for a thick leather collar fastened around his neck, he remained squatted on the floor. His cock and balls hung freely and bounced about as he jumped up and pawed at her skirt.

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Uhm you're a braver person than I Gunga Din. :yuck:

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"Stay," she told him, wagging a finger at him.
Could she really ask for a better pet? and a damned good fuck too!

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You've been talking to Miss Sally? Well you should know she exagerates a bit.


Seriously Alex, ( What me serious?) I may have asked for that one but turn about is fair play.

Not that I'm all that fair.... :devious:

Think I'll give you a sex change and show you just how tough it is to be a real Master.

No I'm suposed to be doing some serious writing.

well just you wait like I told Chuck there is a god and he'll set things aright.

Cheerio

The slobbering panting :Tasty:
Mad Lews

Glad to hear it arose fond memories and thoughts :) Thanks.

Oh Alex, what a delicious story!! Brings out my not-so-sweet side :-[ :D

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like I told Chuck there is a god and he'll set things aright.

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Actually dear... you had it right the first time ;)

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Yes Chuck there is a god and she protects us all.

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Actually dear... you had it right the first time ;)

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You don't think it's both? let's have some room for diversity in our deities. :)

his Madness

Always room for diversity in deities. I was just playing.
Now I'm contemplating where my thoughts actually lie though... thanks :confused:

:)

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Always room for diversity in deities. I was just playing.
Now I'm contemplating where my thoughts actually lie though... thanks :confused:

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Not to degenerate into a philosophical discussion but if there is a god/goddess who actually takes a passing interest in our travails I would suspect he/she/they/it would not be bound or constrained by our definitions. :dunno:

But then again I'm just an old dog stuck on learning new tricks. :D

Confusion might well be the more reverent attitude. :confused:

Now can we get back to the sex?

His Madness

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Well nothing like the combination of theology and philosophy to slay a good thread,
Note to self don't do that again.

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Ok well let's move on now.

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Well it's not my fault, she started it.

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No you started it just read the thread and stop talking to me your scaring away the readers.

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Well did that boost my BB quotient orchidsoull?

We seem to do alright getting people to write shorts but as I originally concieved this thread the other half of the equasion was a few suggestions from the peanut gallery.

Having animals on the brain imagine watching 60 minutes and at the very end good old Andy Rooney comes on and starts in with that whiney voice of his.
" Did you ever wonder why they call it a pussy?" :dunno:
actually Andy I never had but maybe one of the fine folks out there could offer an explination ( in under a thousand words)

Mad,

the sane one

sort of

Please don't go sane on me his Madness!!!
I like you Mad ;)

I can't scare that easily sweets.... especially over thought provoking questions. I've just been trying to think of a story to contribute. I'll ponder the pussy... so to say :)

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But then again I'm just an old dog stuck on learning new tricks. :D

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Alex sure did a good job of teaching you a few :whip: :)

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Alex sure did a good job of teaching you a few :whip: :)

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Alex and puppy Lews are working through their issues even as we speak. The bookmakers are offering 3 to 1 odds in favor of Alex as she is swift, nimble and holds the rolled newspaper.

However old Lews is big, nasty, and very tenacious so consult your local bookies for updates

The relatively Mad Lews

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Alex and puppy Lews are working through their issues even as we speak. The bookmakers are offering 3 to 1 odds in favor of Alex as she is swift, nimble and holds the rolled newspaper.

However old Lews is big, nasty, and very tenacious so consult your local bookies for updates

The relatively Mad Lews

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Remember, Middle-Not-Quite-Yet-Old-Age experience and treachery beats youth and enthusiasm every time.

$20 Confederate... er... Canadian Commonwealth on Mad Lews to Place.
(Hmm. 2 in the contest.... Place means first or second. Right! Can't lose.)

Chuck

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Remember, Middle-Not-Quite-Yet-Old-Age experience and treachery beats youth and enthusiasm every time.

Chuck

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Old swordsman get to be that way by being very good?

Mad

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Old swordsman get to be that way by being very good?

Mad

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He who fights and runs away lives to fight another day.

Chuck

Two pairs of hands guide me forward, and I mount the stairs leading to the stage. The blindfold is still in place but I know what lies ahead, it was already set up when we arrived, the eight-foot high tripod commands the center of the stage. The hands stop me and unhook the cape that covers me from neck to thigh. It carelessly drops to the floor. My breath becomes shorter, faster.

They applaud though they have seen me naked before. They saw me transformed as I knelt naked at your feet. Now, nearly naked in just a garter belt, stockings, and my ever so sensible Cuban heels, I am on display for them. They applaud in appreciation.

This is more than a private transformation for my lover; this is panic filled breathing as strangers drink in my nudity. Their eyes claim me. I feel a trembling dread as I become theirs for this moment, prey to their whims. The applause slowly fades. They are ready. I'm not sure I'm ready but I vow I won't embarrass you.

The two pairs of unseen hands turn me away from the impatient crowd and I feel the heat of spotlights on my back. They walk me forward until my feet nudge the metal crosspiece that braces the long legs of the tripod, The rod is about three inches off the ground which allows me to slip my feet underneath it, two points of support, a hard piece of reality. It's comforting.

My thoughts are coming in quick gasps now, rapid and scattered like my breath. All too soon these flickering thoughts will be forcefully driven away and I will only feel. Now I can feel a sheen of sweat forming along my back even as I shiver. The fur-lined cuffs that have held my hands bound behind my back are uncoupled, but only to bring my hands forward. The two men separate. The one in front of me gathers up my hands pulling me forward as he raises my arms toward the chain that dangles from the peak of the tripod. I'm forced forward: my balance shifting, breasts swaying and my upper body tips downward only to be pulled up short by the length of chain. The other man steps behind me, his hands grasp my naked hips, but his only interest is to steady me, to keep me from falling forward.

It is disconcerting to have these two men handle my body with such indifference. A woman should be lusted after when she is naked and helpless in the hands of men. If their Mistress gave them the slightest signal they would both instantly ravage me, pummeling my depths with enthusiasm while my helpless body is buffeted between them. They would do this to me, not for their own pleasure and certainly not for mine, but only for the enjoyment their Mistress might derive from my plight. I shudder. It is not something that I really need to fear. You would never allow it. I'm not sure if my shudder is actually for the ephemeral desire, or the guilt for the cravings that pass through me.

I envy these two men that bind me. I envy them the discipline they possess and the discipline they endured to gain it. I smile inwardly knowing that I envy two slaves as only another slave might. My wrists are secured and the men move away.

The chain is attached running up along the front of each cuff. I grasp the cold links pulling them hard against my palms. The chain supports my upper body's weight. It becomes another bit of cold reality. This too is comforting. I adjust my footing keenly aware that my torso and hips rock seductively as I sway.

There will be forty lashes; I've handled that before. The club has its rules. Only my shoulders and bottom will be struck. I wish it were happening already. Why do you make me wait?

Chairs scrape against the hard wood floor, more people gather to watch me perform, someone coughs. They wait impatiently too. Are they eager to hear my anguished shrieks as the flogging makes me writhe in agony? Undoubtedly. Will you want to wring those screams from me as I twist and turn under your lash? Dark panic and thick sickening fear engulf me as I realize I don't know.

I will not, I can not, fail you.

A recollection of my lovers' words "You will follow my lead. It is up to me to show them your beauty." Relief, a weight is lifted with the memory. A flicker of a smile crosses my face with this newfound certainty. No need to worry. You will lead me. It is another present you've given me, like my safe word. A precious gift that you bestowed for me to cherish but I know I will never need to use it. I hope you chooses the crop, it will hurt a little more than the nine-tailed cat but the crop is much more accurate and precise, a far easier lead to follow.

The crowd is making restless noises, I strain to hear your approach but I can only hear my own ragged breathing and the wild beating of my heart. A hand, your hand, reaches over and brushes against my swaying side. I gasp joyfully. You are beside me now, so close I can feel your body's heat. Your hand brushes along my back and over the curve of my squirming bottom. Unbidden, moisture seeps between my lower lips and my body quivers at your touch. Surely you can smell my desire as you bend closer. I feel the flat leather straps casually caress my thigh. Your free hand is beneath me now running along my quaking belly, smoothing, petting, and preparing as it descends.
It is too much; I want you, no need you, to begin. My heart thumps louder and I can barely hear your whisper before you step back.

" Shall we dance?"


© 2005 Mad Lews

Well it's actually ripped out of a story I'm working on but no one else was posting here so why not?
Mad

Mad,
Excellent short-short. Builds to the peak of emotion, and leaves you wanting more.
Anxious to see the whole story!
Like the new avatar, too. Looks like the way I picture you in my mind.
Chuck

Too Much, Too Soon

Dian had yet another drink paid for. That was why she came to bars; not for the drinks, but for the control her beauty gave her over men. And she knew well of the effect, as she had developed it over many years.
The child of a strict religious upbringing, Dian had walked away from her family and faith at 18. She had been Class President, Head Cheerleader, Valadictorian, and Team Mascot. She had also been voted by her female peers as the "Girl Most Likely To", but by her male classmates as "Class Tease". Although she acted and dressed the part of most likely to, she never had.
That changed, of course, when she struck out on her own. Her six-foot frame carried a mane of red hair which shifted on the breezes down to her waist. Her vivid green eyes looked with disdain at the men appreciating her 42C-25-38 figure, especially when she wore the leather outfits she preferred. They attracted men; men who thought they could control her.
She was 25 now, and nobody had ever controlled her. She invited them to her home, tripped them and slid on the cuffs and gag. Teasing them with her body, pulling the zippers down just so far, she would display her deep cleavage and a whisp of red curls while she spanked them and cropped them, promising the moon, but never delivering. Then, when the victims were hard-cocked and begging, she would film them masturbating in front of her, laughing all the time. Concerned about the videos, the men would never return.
Dian would venture out again the next night, to once again get her jollies teasing the men. But tonight she made a mistake, for she had played the game once too often. She walked into the bar, and it fell silent. Preening herself, thinking she was in the spotlight of a room full of anxious men, she inched the zipper down yet again, ready to engage in her personal diversion once more.
The bartender flipped on all the cleaning lights, and began to close the shades. Near the door, the lock was flipped and two men stood to block it. All the other exits, even to the toilets, were blocked as well.
Her victim from the night before, a broad-shouldered blonde giant with a beard who she had said looked like a goat stood in mid-room, facing her. Other men gathered, and she realized with a start that all had been her victims in the past.
"Hello, Dian," he said softly. "Tonight it will be the men who direct the game, not the tease. We're ready to make you finally pay up on all the promises you've made with your words, and with your body. Now strip!"
Odd, she thought. The "Now Strip!" had been echoed in unison by the rest of the men, just the way she said it to her victims. Not that they would see her, of course, tonight or ever. Nobody ever did. She turned and tried to leave, but the two men at the door grabbed her by the upper arms and made her turn around. Another, one she had especially humiliated because he was sunken chested, weak chinned, and had a tiny cock, reached up and pulled her jacket zipper to the waist. She tried to kick him away, but he had expected that and danced out of range of her feet.
A dozen or more grabbed her by the leathers and tore them from her. Her underclothes were torn away and she was taken over to a table where several ties had been used to make bonds for Dian. Bound quickly on her back, her arms were bound straight out, while her legs were tied so her heels were against her bottom cheeks, then spread widely. All the intimate secrets she'd hidden since menarche were displayed for all the lusting, angry men she had victimized.
The little man who had unzipped her was given first crack at her, and he was shocked to find his cock red with virgin blood. He was followed by all the men in the place, raping one hole or the other until they were played out.
By this time, Dian was deep in shock. She'd never experienced intercourse before, and certainly not anal! Hoping that it was over, she held still as the men lifted her from the table. But no, they retied her hands and hung her from the hook they used for the punching bag or tackling dummies that decorated the place for sporting events.
Two men approached her; one with a heavy whip, one with a stiff cane. They began to beat her with it, continuing until their arms were tired, and turning the weapons over to another pair who kept on, and so forth. Repeatedly asked if she surrendered to them, she said, "Where are the real men who want to hurt me? You weaklings just tickle!" Her attitude stayed with her to the last, eventually she could answer no longer, as the damage from the rapes and beatings had killed her.
Dian's soul, of course, spent no time waiting for St. Peter: her lifetime of cruelty had long ago condemned her to become a minion of Hell, suffering all the torments of the damned.
The Imps and Demons enjoyed their work with her, as she had brought her attitude along and sassed them without stop. Finally, the Chief Tormentor was called to make this soul suffer, and he presented her with the worst he could imagine (far too evil and horriffic to describe, gentle reader; you must use your imagination).
The deeds were done, and yet she resisted. Satan was summoned himself.
King of Liars, Eater of Souls, he approached her soul in all his fearful glory. Even the Chief Tormentor fell back, awed by his terrible visage.
"How do you resist the surrender you must make here?" he asked.
Her response? "Where's the real torment? This just tickles!"

Copyright 2005 chksng19

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Too Much, Too Soon

The deeds were done, and yet she resisted. Satan was summoned himself.
King of Liars, Eater of Souls, he approached her soul in all his fearful glory. Even the Chief Tormentor fell back, awed by his terrible visage.
"How do you resist the surrender you must make here?" he asked.
Her response? "Where's the real torment? This just tickles!"

Copyright 2005 chksng19

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Nice story, no I guess nice is the wrong word...Good, nope well I'd have to say we're witnessing the dark side of Chucky :) Who would of thunk it?
Mad

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Originally Posted by chksng19

Mad,
Excellent short-short. Builds to the peak of emotion, and leaves you wanting more.
Anxious to see the whole story!
Like the new avatar, too. Looks like the way I picture you in my mind.
Chuck

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Well Chuck when I write like that, female 1st person present tense I tend to slip up on the tense occasionally. Something deeply Freudian there I suppose, so I suspect a cheap editor might get to see it first.
Volunteers? :D
Mad Lews