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Another story by Surtea | stories
Mmm/f, humil, bdsm, exhib, beast, modif
Old Man Mercer
By Surtea - 2010
surtea@live.co.uk
This is a story for adults – if you are not an adult or cannot tell fantasy from reality please read something else.
Back in the 1960s and 70s a French artist by the name of Joseph Farrel created a sizeable number of BDSM drawings. He felt that the drawings were works in themselves and that people should make up their own stories to go with them. Later the drawings were published with short vignettes by Robert Merodack and others. Joseph Farrel is sadly now dead and much of his work is out of print.
For my own amusement I have written my own short stories to accompany some of the drawings. Here is one of them. Let me know what you think.
OLD MAN MERCER
Mr Mercer was a man of stature, with a remarkable business sense. Tragically, a car accident had taken his wife’s life, and had impaired his own sexual capability. His lifestyle necessitated a great deal of entertaining, and quite naturally his young personal secretary played the role of hostess.
Thirty years old and pretty, Fiona was a woman of immense ambition. Making herself more and more indispensable, she finally manoeuvred her employer into marriage. Besides Mercer’s not inconsiderable wealth, the whole lifestyle was tempting: the exhilarating air of big business, the travel, the luxury, the fancy cars, it all glittered before her eyes. Of course there was still the old man to put up with, but hell, he wouldn’t be too much in the way. He wasn’t able to take advantage of her voluptuous body, so she’d discreetly reserve it for others. After all this work she had what she wanted.
It was a beautiful ceremony with many guests, the majority of whom were unknown to her, in particular the two quiet, tough-looking witnesses, Bob and Ahmed, who were presented only at the last minute. After the wedding supper when the rest of the guests had departed the two witnesses, however, remained. When the four of them were finally alone in the drawing room, Mr Mercer sighed heavily in his armchair.
“Well, that was a tiring day, but I am happy, because I thought it was a colossal success… and you, dear wife, are you happy?”
“Oh! Yes, John! Very happy but a wee bit tired! I think I’ll go to bed now.”
“Ah, but this is not the moment for sleep! Like every hot young bride you have a right to a full and proper wedding night! And I do not want to disappoint you even though I cannot attend to your physical needs personally! It’s my wedding present to you! Look, my dearest, what I have brought for you…”
He gestured at the two witnesses who undressed quickly, exhibiting their enormous and heavy members, all set for action. Poor Fiona was horrified, the penises were so much bigger than anything she had taken before.
In spite of her protestations, her pleas and her tears, Fiona was forced to take off her beautiful wedding dress. Crying all the while in pain and humiliation, she had to receive, right in front of her new husband, the full and generous enema which had been prepared for her by the household staff.
Following this appalling degradation, she was made to repeatedly service the two huge pricks, which distended first her mouth, then her vagina, and finally her anus, initially singly and later together in various combinations. At the first rays of dawn she was completely broken and bruised, thoroughly taken and subdued. By then she knew that her husband would not stop there. She had gone from executive assistant to wife to whore in just one day.
Poor Fiona’s first honeymoon breakfast consisted of a bowl of cornflakes onto which was sliced a banana that had she had just been made to fuck in and out of her swollen and sticky vagina. As well as milk the men shot liberal doses of their protein-rich sperm onto the cereal. The sobbing woman sat there trying to choke this down under the threat of the whip Ahmed trailed back and forth across her already tender breasts. She heard her husband say jovially:
“Ahmed and Bob will be living with us for a while, dear. That way you will be able to enjoy them several times every day and I will be able to enjoy watching you struggle to accommodate them. You see, darling, I get my sexual kicks in the mind these days and my mind is pretty twisted, as you will soon see. You can quit the gym membership, as you will get all the exercise you need at home.”
“Now, that nice beautician who did your make-up for the wedding yesterday will be here again this morning to depilate your pretty cunt permanently except for a tiny little V, which will be dyed platinum blonde. She’s also going to teach you how to put on your make-up like the trashy slut you are going to be. From today on, your remaining hair is going to be a very obvious blonde and with permanent make-up your lips can always be as red as any blow-up doll’s!”
“You’ve met all the staff here at the house. They have been informed of your new status and they have been told to use you in absolutely anyway they see fit, both the men and the women. Each of them has been given a little training whip like the one the boys used on you last night. They may use it whenever and however they wish. At lunchtime today, after the beautician has fixed your new look, I have invited all the staff to come in here and watch Ahmed and Bob fuck you over for an hour or two. It should get the message across to them that you are just a commonly available whore from now on.”
“Following that, the tattoo artist will be here at 2pm, he is going the put the words “Fucktoy” across the top of your buttocks and “Bitch!” on your newly shorn cunt. That, my dear, will be highly appropriate as Bob is bringing a pair of trained Alsatians tonight. I am really looking forward to us all sitting back and watching you suck one doggy’s dick while the other rams your tight little arsehole.”
“And tomorrow the body-piercer will arrive: to start you are going to have lovely 24K gold rings through your nipples, belly button and clitoris. You are going to be the household sex toy, you see… And in a month or so you should be ready to give elegant little soirees for all our friends.”
It actually took six weeks for Fiona to be trained to the point where Mr Mercer felt confident in putting her on display. The first dinner party was for ten: Mr and Mrs Mercer, Bob and Ahmed, five business colleagues (one of them a woman) that Fiona had known from her time in the company and her half-sister, Andrea. She dreaded this last invitee more than the others as their mothers had never got on and the feud had continued down a generation.
The host and guests were sipping champagne served by a waitress when Fiona made her entrance. Those who had not seen her since the wedding could barely recognise the vision in front of them. Fiona sashayed into the room dressed as a particularly slutty pornstar. Her blonde hair was short and had that tousled ‘just got out of bed’ look. Her make-up was heavy and was accented by permanently ruby red lips that matched the colour of her outfit. She wore a red lace quarter-cup bra pushing up her little breasts whose big nipples were kept stiff by the golden barbells transfixing them. Each barbell had a large pearl at either end to give her nipples an exotic look. A matching red silk waist cinch was so tight it gave her a real wasp waist. On her legs she wore self-supporting red stockings and thigh-high patent leather boots with stiletto heels. She wore nothing else, except a short string of twelve fat and obviously expensive pearls that dangled from the ring through her clitoris; these matched in hue those in her nipples, belly button, ears and on the triple strand necklace she wore. Her tattoos stood out clearly and could be read from the other side of the room. Her behind glowed scarlet from the strapping she had sustained that afternoon as a final lesson to behave. She smiled though one could see tears at the corners of her eyes. She had promised to behave…
“Fiona, dearest, I think you know everyone here: some of the team from work and your own sister.”
“H… Hello, everyone! Th… Thank you for coming.”
“John, it’s amazing! I love my sister’s new look. Fiona would you mind giving us a twirl?”
The poor wife had to spin and walk back and forth so everyone could get a good look. Particularly horrible was when her own sister played with her lowest chain of pearls.
“Is she really a bitch and a fucktoy?”
“Well dear?”
“Yes, I… I am a bitch… and a fucktoy.”
“And…?”
“And… I… I fuck everyone and everything. At any time and in any way. I will do anything you want. Absolutely anything at all.”
“And believe me, my wife really does mean it.”
The dinner ended up being a bit rushed as everyone wanted to get to the after-dinner entertainment as quickly as possible. Bob and Ahmed kicked things off by giving Fiona an exemplary fucking in every position and every combination. After that she was turned over to her colleagues and her sister. For the poor wife the low point came when laying on a coffee table she had to submit to her sister lowering her sperm filled cunt onto her face while simultaneously fucking her with an outsized dildo.
“You must all come back next week and meet some of Fi’s canine friends!”
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