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Another story by Surtea | stories
Mmmf/F, humil, bdsm, exhib
Prostitution
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.
PROSTITUTION
As his second wife Paul had taken Natalie, gaining from the match an instant daughter, pretty blonde Sylvia, as beautiful as her mother, but far from having her submissive and peaceful nature. The girl was quickly overwhelmed by a fierce jealous love for her stepfather and tormented her mother. Paul, enchanted by this untouched bloom, soon fell for the little charmer who turned out to be a real little domestic tyrant. Very soon a strange "ménage a trois" developed, in which Natalie became first the victim and then the consenting slave of the other two. Nothing was spared her, the most biting indignities that Sylvia's fertile young imagination could dream up: from shameful drudgeries to extreme stimulations - it all went on.
Every morning, Natalie, entirely naked except for the extreme high heels that were locked permanently on her feet, had to serve breakfast to her husband and daughter, who remained in bed and made fun of her. She was forced to maintain their intimate hygiene after sexual intercourse, which took place in front of her, often two or three times a day, and this using only her tongue. She accepted all of this without complaint, and with a certain intense masochistic pleasure.
With childish exuberance Sylvia began to experiment with all the different objects she could insert into her humiliated mother’s cunt and anus, singly or in pairs: bananas, a small Coca-Cola bottle and cucumbers to start with. Later came the vacuum cleaner nozzle, onions, a light bulb, an aubergine, milk and beer bottles, door handles and finally, a big rubber torch. Soon Natalie was sent to a variety of adult stores to purchase exotic paraphernalia and all manner of outsized and electronic sex toys. Sylvia in particular liked the full-sized rubber versions of horse and donkey penises she got by mail order.
Sylvia insisted that her mother never went out of the house unless she was wearing a simply enormous anal plug under her teenage slut clothing. She was ordered to carry her mobile phone about with her, inserted in her vagina and set to ring and vibrate. Needless to say she had to find a waterproof handset model, which turned out to be quite a bit bigger than the regular size. Even her weekly trip to the supermarket now involved these uncomfortable items in her anus and cunt. Her daughter ordered her that she was never to pass a public toilet without entering it and masturbating herself to orgasm in one of the stalls. Her masochistic nature meant that she found having such climaxes increasingly easy.
Punishments rained down upon the unfortunate mother at the slightest pretext and gave the two lovers a chance to perform more and more esoteric and outrageous experiments. Sylvia particularly enjoyed making her mother undergo extreme doses of sexual stimulation. She loved watching Natalie climax helplessly over and over again. Paul, in turn, liked to experiment with all the grotesque and obscene positions he could tie his wife up in. Often these enthusiasms would be combined and once her husband had trussed her up like a pretzel, then her daughter would use dildos and vibrators to procure orgasm after intolerable orgasm from Natalie’s incredibly responsive body.
At the young girl’s request Paul began to keep a full photographic record of each fresh insertion into his wife’s abused holes and of each outrageous punishment. The best of these graphic colour photographs were framed and hung around the house for all to see. Natalie very soon stopped inviting her friends back to the house.
The most recent punishment, even more extreme than the others, had been finely detailed and carefully choreographed: poor Natalie had been forced to walk the streets like a common whore, in an outfit far beyond all decency, even for a common prostitute. In fact her dress was so bizarre she wished that she had been allowed to dress as a regular prostitute.
The three of them had come to a street where the business was in shapely curves. The regular girls had all been informed beforehand and found it a good joke. In a darkened doorway the skirt of Natalie’s rather conservative suit was removed followed by her knickers. Her clean-shaven slit was rubbed down with copious lubrication so that it glistened in the streetlight. Sylvia tugged and pinched her mother’s clitoris till it throbbed an angry red before encircling it with a little rubber band so it stood out clearly. Finally the daughter pushed a loudly vibrating egg between her mother’s legs and high up into her vagina where it nestled next to the ever-present phone.
After a long hesitation to allow her tormentors to reach their viewing spot, Natalie walked out into the street at her husband’s signal. In the midst of the working girls and the punters, she felt the cool air on her buttocks and with her glistening, throbbing cunt in the open her humiliation was absolute. With one hand she tried to half shield her scarlet face, while the other gripped the expensive little handbag that Paul had added as a final cruel touch. It was the same one she had used on their wedding day, only now it contained only condoms and a tube of lubricant.
A little further down the street Paul and Sylvia, arm in arm, watched their pitiful whipping girl approach. Sylvia had her mother’s skirt draped ostentatiously over one arm. The unfortunate woman had to walk with a pronounced roll of her hips just to keep the furiously vibrating toy in her pussy. This had the unfortunate effect of flashing the red end of her big anal plug with every step.
When the older woman reached them Paul spoke firmly to her: “Head up, Natalie! Put your hands by your sides! I want everyone to see you strut your stuff! Show off those wares and wiggle that big arse. And remember to smile at all the customers. Half an hour to go!”
Sylvia could not contain herself as she watched her mother’s bottom passing down to the end of the street before turning and beginning to make her way back: “Oh Paul, I can hear Mummie’s toy buzzing from here! Imagine what the punters must think. What if a trick comes along and wants to have the dirty slut, are you going to let him? I‘d love to see that! Ha ha! Isn't she funny with her big bum and shiny cunt? Look at those guys over there; they're not missing a second of it! And her clittie’s as red as a tomato!”
“Our deal with the regular girls is that she is not to poach customers. But I suppose they wouldn’t mind as long as she hands them the cash! I need to make a phone call!”
Paul pushed the speed dial on his mobile and from ten yards away the sound of his wife’s mobile ringing in her cunt could be faintly heard.
The poor woman gasped but knew what she had to do. She stopped in the middle of the pavement and spread her legs wide enough so that she could stick two fingers up into her cunthole to fish for the phone. Pulling it out she pressed the answer button, “Hello?”
“Yes dear,” she heard her husband say, “Sylvia thinks it would be fun if you accepted any offers you get from the punters. Goodbye.”
In tears Natalie lowered the phone and, straddling, slid it back up into her buzzing vagina. By now the entire street was watching and potential customers were rushing over.
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