From: arcane@nwiowa.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: Non-Consensual?
Date: 24 Jun 1995 04:15:14 GMT

                         Non-Consensual?

   She awoke feeling quite woozy.  She tried to massage her head,
but she found that her hands were tied to something.  She fought
down a surge of panic and tried to take stock of her situation. 
She raised her head and looked about.  She realized that her
hands were tied to the legs of a bed and that her legs seemed to
be tied to the opposite end of the bed.  She knew that she was
naked and spread-eagled.  The fear rose in her and collected in
her throat.  What was happening?  She let out a tremendous
scream.
   The door opened.  The light from the other side illuminated
the room just enough that she was able to see that she was in a
motel room of some sort.  She quickly turned to see who was
coming for her, but the door had closed too quickly and the room
was again plunged into darkness.
   She heard the rustle of cloth as he(?) made his(?) way across
the room.  A small part of her mind was impressed that this
person needed no light to navigate a dark room, but that feeling
was quite overwhelmed by the fear that was permeating her being.
   She heard whomever it was stop right in front of her.  The
room was pitch black (the windows must have been covered with
something a bit stronger than drapes), so she could tell nothing
more.
   "Please," she whispered, "don't hurt me.  My family will pay
money to get me back unharmed.  You can be rich if you don't hurt
me!"
   A laugh responded and she knew that this was a man.  Suddenly
the fear of rape jumped into her head.
   "I'm not going to kill you," he said, "so don't worry."  She
thought she recognized the voice.
   "What do you want?"
   "Want?"  Oh, God!  She _did_ recognize the voice.  The fear
increased beyond tolerance.  "I'm sure that if you think about
it, you'll know what I want."
   "Please, Lance, let me go.  I'm really sorry about what
happened."
   "Sorry?"  His voice changed to mimic her's.  "Please, Lance,
fly out to Salt Lake and spend the week with me.  I really want
to meet you.  We'll have a great time.  I've booked a motel room
with a big bed."
   "I'm sorry," she cried.  "I just wasn't turned on by you."
   "You like that word, 'sorry,' don't you?  'I'm sorry.'  Well,
I'm sorry, Cheryl, but I can't let you go at this time.  We have
unfinished business."
   "No!" she screamed as loud as possible.
   She heard the rustle of cloth again as Lance made his way
across the room.  Perhaps she had scared him off...
   The lights flicked on, momentarily blinding her.  When her
eyes adjusted, she saw him standing across the room.  He was
dressed in a simple shirt and jeans.  In his hand he held a cane.
   "Scream all you want.  A friend of mine owns this hotel and I
rented all twenty rooms for the evening.  I told him I wanted
lots of privacy for myself and a woman.  He was good about it and
gave me a discount before he took the night off and went into
town."
   "Please, let me go..."
   "Oh, I will," he said.  "But first I want what was owed to
me."
   "Noooooo!"
   Lance swished the cane through the air a number of times. 
"Remember this?  I bought it especially for that trip.  Now what
am I going to do with it?"  In answer, he brought it sharply down
across her tender ass.  She screamed in pain; a second hit struck
her before the scream had completely died.  Over and over he
struck.  Her ass was beginning to look like a crimson flag.
   He stopped hitting her and listened to her as she cried and
begged.  He walked around to the front of the bed and grabbed her
hair.  With his free hand, he undid the front of his jeans and
slipped his cock out.  His hand pumped furiously as he held her
head in place.  Finally he gave a groan of satisfaction as his
jism coated her face and left hot trails of spunk.
   "That was a good warm-up," he said.
   "Please, I won't tell..."
   "Save it, bitch.  Hmmm.  What's this," he said as he opened
her purse and brought out a large hairbrush.
   He cracked the brush across her ass time and time again until
her bottom was a mixture of puffy welts from the cane and purple
circles from the brush.  Her cries echoed through the room, but
no amount of tears would stop him.
   Finally he tossed the brush aside and walked around to the
head of the bed.  She heard a lid popping off of something and
felt a greasy finger worming its way into her defenseless anus.
   Her screams renewed, but he did not listen to them.  He
mounted her between her spread legs and forced his hard cock into
her ass.  She screamed and screamed, but he just pumped in and
out at leisure.  Finally she felt him give a shudder and collapse
onto her back.  She just lay there in a mixture of shame and
pain.

   "That was interesting," she said as he undid her bonds.
   "Ummm, it was for me, at any rate."
   "Oh, for me, too.  So, what scenario should we play out next?"