From an154298@anon.penet.fi Thu Nov 17 17:59:42 1994 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an154298@anon.penet.fi (Aquilifer) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an154298@anon.penet.fi Date: Tue, 15 Nov 1994 23:33:46 UTC Subject: Repost: Song of the Clarinet, ch1, (Mf, viol, nc, rape, torture, bd) I just found out that my first attempt to post my story ended in failure, with '=20' replacing my carriage returns, and '=09' replacing my tabs. :( I managed to modify the text of the story, so hopefully this post would work. (Strangely enough, I did several tests on alt.test before my first post and everything had worked fine...) Anyway, here is the first chapter of Song of the Clarinet. Enjoy. YOUR COMMENTS AND CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISMS ARE WELCOMED. You can post to alt.sex.stories.d with subject as "Re: Song of the Clarinet" You can also e-mail me at an154298@anon.penet.fi - Aquilifer PS: Yes, I had a pen-name as Hangman, but the anon server informed me that someone is already using Hangman as his/her nickname, so... PPS: Special thanks to an117776@anon.penet.fi and Michael Smith for writing / posting. WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! THE STORY BELOW CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING SUBJECTS: VIOLENCE, NON-CONSENTUAL SEX, RAPE, TORTURE, BONDAGE / DOMINATION (Mf, violence, nc, rape, torture, b/d) IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY THESE SUBJECTS, PLEASE DO NOT READ. IF YOU ARE UNDER 21, PLEASE DO NOT READ. IF YOU MIGHT FLAME ME AFTER READING THIS, PLEASE DO NOT READ. THE REST OF YOU - ENJOY. COMMENTS AND CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISMS ARE WELCOMED. (Please post to alt.sex.stories.d, with subject as title of the story or e-mail to me at an154298@anon.penet.fi) Note 1 Dedications Thanks to all all those who wrote and posted on the alt.sex.stories newsgroup. In addition, this story is very much a product of the inspiration from the following works: the GOR novels by John Norman "For Sale by Owner" by Anonymous the movie "Waxwork" issue of Playboy's Nudes (Dec 1992) Note 2 Copyrights The story below is copyright by the author. You may freely distribute the text electronically, as long as you include the disclaimer, the by-line, the title, and the notes. All similarities between the contents of the text and real life people are coincidental. The author in no ways condones the contents of the text - such things are illegal and would get you in serious trouble if you attempt it - SO DON'T. Note 3 Abbreviated Foreward The story is set in the future, approximately twenty years >from now. It is about an innocent young woman being abducted and abused. Some portions of the story are extremely brutal and sadistic. Some portions of the story are slow and heavily descriptive, so please be patient. Song of the Clarinet by Aquilifer Chapter 1 The Rape Donatien Alphonse Francois D'Ailly is an enormously wealthy man. Through a clandestine network of corporations and partnerships, Donatien controls a business empire that spans the globe. A reclusive figure, Donatien guards his privacy jealously, avoiding media attention. His home is the 70-floors high glass and ferro-concrete structure known as the Marquis Tower. The top floors are occupied by Donatien's vast suite, with library, gym, swimming pool, and a sealed roof-top garden. Beneath Donatien's suite are various apartments assigned to his personal staff, including valet, doctor, guards, and driver. The remaining floors are rented out, mostly to various businesses which Donatien has a control interest in. Donatien sat in his study and examined the file displayed on his computer screen. Pausing, he activated the intercom on his desk, "Horoun, could you please get me another pot of tea?" The swarthy visage of Horoun, Donatien's Iranian valet, showed up on the liquid crystal display of the intercom and replied, "Of course, sir." A few moments later Horoun entered the room, a tray in his hand. "Leave it there," Donatien pointed to a corner of his desk. "What do you think?" Donatien asked Horoun, pointing at the 50 inch computer screen on the wall. "She certainly is pretty, sir. Asian?" "Yes and no. She's half-Chinese, half-British. Her father was an army officer on diplomatic duty in Beijing and married a local musician. The family emigrated to the states in '95. Mother died giving birth to her in '96. Father went MIA in '13 as a member of UN peacekeeping force somewhere in Central Africa. No other relatives." "That is good, sir, saves us a bit of trouble." Donatien nodded, "Yes. You can go now, Horoun." The valet bowed and left. The young woman's name is Vivian "Cristy" Gray. After her father's disappearance, Cristy was a warden of the court for a year until she turned eighteen. A member of a conservative middle class community, Cristy had a strict upbringing. An honor student, she ranked sixth in her high school's graduating class of three hundred. Currently, she is nineteen years old, a sophomore in college, majoring in music composition with a minor in dancing. Her psychological profile painted her as shy but emotionally stable. Although somewhat lacking in self- confidence, she is intelligent, sensitive, and adaptive. Although the disappearance of her father had scarred her terribly, Cristy has gradually recovered. Her physical profile showed Cristy Lynn as a beautiful young woman. She has a lithe dancer's figure with shapely legs and modest breasts. Her features are lovely in a wholesome fashion with large almond-shaped brown eyes. Her lips are gorgeous rosy bows and her smile is dazzling. Her luxurious black hair is cut to a few inches longer than shoulder length. She is petite at 5'4", weighing a little more than a hundred pounds, with a figure of 33", 22", 33". Photos showed the young woman with flawless creamy skin the shade of the lightest pink flesh-tone. Despite her physical attractiveness, however, Cristy has not had any sort of sexual relationship. All data within her file indicate that the young woman may not even had as much as a french kiss, much less anything more substantial in the sexual field. Donatien composed a short message on his computer, giving precise specifications on his requirement. The message was then encrypted and sent to one of his many unusual contacts. The service did not come cheaply, but Donatien could be assured that the task would be professionally done, and more importantly, completely untraceable to himself. It would not be too long before he receives a house guest. Cristy woke up disoriented in bed in an unknown room. Cristy tried to get up but found her wrists locked to the bedposts by manacles. She also saw that her ankles were locked in a set of padded shackles to the other two bedposts. She twisted and turned, but the chains held her in place. Cristy panicked and tried desperately to recall what had happened. She had remembered the semester's end cocktail party of the music department. Looking at herself, she found that she is still wearing the formal dress she wore to the cocktail party. She remembers that there was smoke and people coughing, choking, and some others screaming "Fire!" Then, she had felt someone grabbing her from behind her back and pressing a damp cloth over her face. She had struggled and tried to see her assailant, but before she could do so, she had felt dizzy and the world seems to fade away around her. Looking at the shackles on her ankles, Cristy shuddered at the fact that she has been abducted. What could her abductors be after? She has neither money nor wealthy relatives - even her tuition was based entirely on scholarships. She tried again to free herself but found her attempt futile. Suddenly, the door to the room opened and three men walked in. The first man is middle aged, thin, with dark skin and a carefully trimmed mustache and beard. The two men behind the dark skinned man were well built and wore black suit over black shirts; their faces were impassive. Wide-eyed, Cristy stared at the three men, uncertain what to say. Then the dark skinned man introduced himself as Horoun, the valet of this house, and asked if Cristy wishes anything. "Let me go, please," Cristy begged, "I don't have anything you want. There would be no one to pay my ransom, please let me go." Horoun smiled, a smile with little warmth in it, "Miss Gray, I cannot let you go - that is a decision depending on the master of this house. If you wish, however, I could remove your chains and shackles?" Feeling the soreness of her legs and arms, Cristy nodded. Horoun proceed to free Cristy's legs, then her arms. Suddenly, Cristy jumped off the mattress past Horoun and pushed past the two guards. One of the guards jumped after Cristy and barely caught her nylon clad ankle. Cristy fell to the floor and was dragged back into the room by the guards. She struggled, but the guards are far stronger than she is and promptly dumped her back on the bed. Horoun flashed another cold smile at her, his forehead somewhat furrowed, "Tsk, tsk, Miss Gray. That is no way for a guest to behave." Cristy wiped away her angry tears and retorted, "I am not your guest. I was brought here against my will. I want to leave here." Horoun walked up to Cristy and shook her roughly, making her sob uncontrollably, "Wake up, pretty fool! For your own sake, listen carefully! A few hours from now, the master of the house will summon you. Prepare yourself, make yourself presentable. Plead your case with him; perhaps he will listen. Do you understand what I just said?" Cristy looked up with tear filled eyes, then biting her lower lips, she nodded. Horoun smiled again, then indicated to her that there is a bathroom, a closet with a dresser, as well as a small makeup table. Horoun also stated that there is an intercom next to the door leading outside, and if there is anything Cristy needs, she should feel free to call him with the intercom. Horoun then left with the two guards, leaving Cristy locked within the room. Cristy cried a bit, fearful of what might happen to her. Then she realized that she is helpless in the hands of her abductors. Wiping away her tears; Cristy decided to follow Horoun's suggestions. Cristy took a long shower and dried her hair. She was surprised at the furnishings of the bathroom - everything was luxurious and expensive. She brushed her hair until it gleamed, then she opened the closet to find a black silk gown, a set of black lace bra and panty, a pair of black stockings, and a pair of two inches heeled shoes, also black. She thought for a moment before trying the cloth on. To her surprise, everything fitted perfectly, the gown clings to her body, revealing every exquisite curve. She then put on a slight touch of makeup and waited. It was not long before the door to the room opened, and two guards entered the room, informing Cristy that they are her escorts, and asked if she would now meet with their master. Cristy noticed that her abductors are all extremely polite, but there was always the hint of threat just beneath their polite mannerism. She knew that she had few other choices and nodded to the guards. As they left the room and walked down the corridor, Cristy's heart pounded - she was both terrified and curious. They walked to a double door, before which they paused. The guard produced a pair of padded handcuffs and told Cristy to cross her wrists behind her back. Hesitantly, Cristy obeyed and the guards locked the handcuffs on her wrists before opening the doors and ushered her in. Cristy found herself in an enormous living room covered with thick wall to wall carpet and lit only by the flames of the fireplace. A man sat in front of a fireplace, reading a book with a smoking pipe in his hand. At first she thought he was an old man, because his hair was completely white, then she saw his face and his features were those of a man in his late twenties or early thirties. The man looked up and stared at her - his icy blue eyes seem to penetrate into her. "Sit down, Miss Gray. I am Donatien Alphonse Francois D'Ailly, perhaps you have heard of me?" Cristy gingerly sat down in the chair opposing Donatien and shook her head - she had never heard of the man. Donatien smiled, "Really? Well, it matters little. Now, I understand you wish to ask something of me?" Cristy felt her throat drying, but she desperately calmed herself and chose her words carefully. "Please, Mr. D'Ailly, I wish to leave here and return home. Please understand that I am not wealthy and I have no rich relatives, so there would be no one willing to pay a ransom for me. I am useless to you here, please give me my freedom." Donatien smiled, "You under-estimate yourself, Miss Gray. Your presence here is of the utmost importance to me. As you might have realized, I have little need of more material wealth. You are here because I want you as my slave." Cristy was stunned, then she stood, trembling, she whispered "W-what did you say?" Donatien stood up, "You heard me. I want you as my slave. You will serve me and obey my every whim, sexual or otherwise. If you do not, you will be severely punished." Cristy back away from Donatien, terrified, "Please, Mr. D'Ailly. This is not funny!" Donatien walked toward Cristy, "So who's laughing?" Cristy turned and ran for the doors, but she could not open the doors with her hands cuffed behind her back. "Let me out! Please, I beg you, let me.. AAIIEEE!" Cristy screamed as Donatien grabbed her hair and dragged her painfully away from the door. Donatien then flung Cristy unto the floor before the fireplace. Straddling her to prevent her from getting up, Donatien torn open Cristy's gown from the collar. Cristy struggled and screamed, "N-n- no!" Cristy's bra was torn away and she felt the cold air on her bared chest. "P-please," Cristy sobbed, "I beg you..." Donatien saw that Cristy's breasts were conical and moderate sized, they are firm to his touch and capped by tiny pink nipples. Donatien ran his hand over the young woman's breasts, pinching her nipples and smiled, "You have beautiful breasts, slave." Cristy struggled, her answer broken up by her soft sobs. Now Donatien reached down and brought up the skirt of Cristy's dress until it was at Cristy's waist, revealing her black lace panty. Cristy trembled, terrified of what would happen to her. She clasped her legs close together and shivered involuntarily as she felt Donatien's hand moving along her smooth, well-shaped legs. He whispered to her, "You also have magnificent legs." Cristy gasped and fresh tear flowed from her closed eyes as she felt her panty ripped away. "Your file indicate that you are probably a virgin," Donatien whispered as his fingers tugged at her raven pubic hair, "but tell me honestly, are you really a virgin?" Tears trailed down Cristy's cheeks and her lips quivered but no answer came. Impatiently, Donatien forced his hand between her tightly clenched thighs and insert a finger into her slit. Cristy jumped at the intrusion but Donatien pinned her down with an elbow. Cristy tried to speak as she struggled against him but the words died in her throat. Donatien withdrawn his hand from between Cristy's thighs and then slapped her, "Open you eyes! Open them!" Cristy opened her eyes, her large, almond shaped eyes were brimming with tears, and Donatien saw panic in the dark eyes. Donatien allowed himself a cruel smile, he liked the smell of her fear and the way she gasped and jumped when he touched her. Donatien grabbed the tattered remains of Cristy's dress and ripped it apart; he tossed the pieces of cloth aside until there was not a single shred covering Cristy's exquisite body. As Cristy trembled in fear and sobbed softly, Donatien quickly removed his cloth, careful to keep an eye on the naked young woman. Cristy struggled to get up and her tear- filled eyes widened in horror as she saw Donatien discarding his cloth, revealing a powerful physique and a massive member protruding stiffly from his loin. Cristy tried to run away from him but Donatien grabbed her left ankle and pulled her to him. "No," Cristy sobbed, "p-please, no." Donatien laughed as he pinned the young woman beneath his body. He forced her legs to spread apart and pulled her outer labia apart to feel her. Her inner lips were small delicate and pink; Donatien slowly inserted his finger between them as far as it would go, feeling her intact maidenhead. Cristy jerked violently and tried to pull away >from him. Donatien then withdraw his hand and pulled Cristy's face toward him by yanking painfully on her hair. Donatien smiled, "Now, virgin, answer me, have you ever been fucked in the mouth or up your ass?" Cristy's eyes were closed and tears stained her cheeks, she was trembling. Donatien hit the frightened young woman several times before he asked her again. Still trembling with her eyes closed; she shook her head in negation. Donatien smiled, "Good. You know you are about to get fucked real good, don't you?" Cristy struggled desperately, crying and screaming, but Donatien was far too strong for her. He easily pinned her to the floor with his own weight while forcing her legs apart. Placing himself between her spread legs, Donatien laughed crudely as he thrust his massive member into Cristy with all his strength, feeling her maidenhead gave way as he brutally ripped through it. Cristy's lithe body stiffened with pain and she screamed. Her body as aflame with agony as Donatien rammed his penis into her with relentless ferocity. "Yes," Donatien laughed, "you are tight, aren't you," as he pumped into her again and again. Donatien was gifted with an extraordinarily long and thick member, and Cristy had an unusually narrow vagina. Donatien' penis could not fit into Cristy completely. Each time he thrust, he tears at her narrow vaginal opening and the head of his penis hits the back of her vaginal tunnel. Cristy bled, not only from the tearing of her maidenhead, but from the huge size of Donatien' member, and the ferocity of her rape. Tears poured Cristy's eyes as she shrieked in pain. The screams of Cristy merely arouse Donatien further as he rammed into his victim faster and harder. He moved his hands to Cristy's firm breasts and rolled her erect nipples between his fingers. Once or twice, he stopped ramming her and twitched Cristy's nipples harshly, making her sob. Cristy wriggle and squirmed desperately, trying to dislodge herself from Donatien' penis that impaled her again and again, but Donatien held her in place. Donatien then shuddered and shot his hot semen into Cristy in hard spasms. After a moment he withdrew his spent organ, its surface covered with a mixture of his semen and her blood. Cristy curled up on the floor shivering and sobbing as Donatien stood up. Donatien now grabbed Cristy by her shoulders and made her kneel before him. Cristy was so terrified that she had not even tried to resist. Cristy did not know what her captor would do to her next until Donatien touched his stiffening penis to her lips. "Open your mouth, slave, and suck on my prick. Do it nicely and don't try to bite, else you'll receive a beating that would make the pain you feel right now seems trivial." Cristy tries to shy away from the repulsive organ but Donatien's vise-like grip on her shoulders held her in place. Without warning Donatien slapped Cristy, sending her crying, sprawled on the floor. Donatien then yanked her by her raven tresses to pull her to her knees before him and commanded again, "Now, slave, open your mouth." Cowed by pain and violence, Cristy gingerly opened her mouth and Donatien quickly pushed his enormous organ past her lips all the way to the back of her throat. Cristy tried to pull away from the warm, throbbing pole that filled her mouth to the point of choking her, but Donatien' hands in her hair held her still. Cristy cried, tears wetting her checks and she felt sick and nauseating, but her captor did not care. Donatien began to vigorous thrust his penis in and out of his victim's mouth. Cristy did not suck on his penis, but Donatien' organ so filled her mouth that her lips were clamped around it because she could not open her mouth any wider. Cristy gagged as Donatien raped her mouth, thrusting violently, causing pain. Again Cristy tried to pull away, but Donatien's grip in her hair merely became tighter, pulling painfully at her scalp. Then Donatien shuddered again and shot streams of his viscous semen into Cristy's mouth. Donatien then withdrew his now limp organ, which glistened from the combined wetness of her saliva and his discharge and climbed off her body. With the choking intrusion finally removed from her mouth, Cristy began coughing uncontrollably, trying to spit out the disgusting substance that Donatien's repulsive member had left in her mouth. Seeing that, Donatien slapped her again, then grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled hard, "Swallow it, slave, swallow it! And lick up what you spit out from the floor!" Cristy's eyes were closed and her long eyelashes trembled as tears slide down her checks, but she obeyed. Donatien then let go of Cristy's hair but grabbed her shoulder and turned her over, so she lay face-down on her stomach. Cristy shivered as she felt Donatien's fingers skimmed over the curve of her bottom. Donatien smiled, the young woman has the cutest bottom - firm and soft at all the right places. Slowly he inserted his finger into Cristy's anus, making Cristy's body jerk. Stretching the small ring of muscle, Donatien inserted a second finger. Cristy screamed as she tried to pull away from his touch. Donatien's strong arm held Cristy despite her struggles and convulsive sobs wracked her when she was unable to dislodge his fingers. As Donatien withdrew his fingers, Cristy curled up; her sobs died down to pitiful whimpering. Donatien suspect that a lot of fight had already gone out of her due to exhaustion. He doubts, however, that his lovely captive had resigned herself to her fate. Donatien produced a bottle of oil then rubbed it generously on Cristy's anal opening as well as his penis. Then He positioned himself behind his beautiful captive, his hand gripping her buttocks. He felt Cristy shudder as he spread her buttocks apart. He placed the head of his penis at her small rosebud opening, then he rammed past the small muscular ring and all the way in until his organ was buried deep inside the narrow passageway. Cristy's entire body stiffened then she screamed and screamed. The pain seems to set every nerve in her body shrieking. She twisted and turned, struggling. But each time her captor rammed his foul organ into her, she screamed in agony. Her mind seems to be filled only with terror and pain. She felt as if she was swimming through a haze filled with shame, nausea, fear, and pain. As Donatien rammed again and again into her, Cristy screamed until her voice was coarse. Cristy finally fainted as Donatien shuddered a third time that night, shooting his semen into her. Slowly, Cristy's mind sank into blissful oblivion that saved her >from the physical tortures. Donatien now stepped away from unconscious young woman, finally sated. A broad smile was on his face, Cristy was certainly the best sexual experience he's ever had. She would need to build up some stamina, however, and be taught to serve him properly as a slave. Donatien did not doubt, however, that with the right "encouragement," his captive would learn whether she likes it or not. Donatien bend down to examined the unconscious young woman. Droplets of sperm clung to her delicate lips and were smeared on her chin and across the side of her face. Her lovely and wholesome face was bruised from the beatings. His semen, mixed with blood, trickled out of her newly christened vaginal slit as well as her anus. Donatien' lips curved into a feral grin as he walked off to take a shower. Cristy choked and gasped as the smelling salt was uncapped before her. She opened her eyes, disoriented. Then as her eyes focused on the black-clad guards before her and her own nudity, the stark horror of her situation came flooding back to her. Her arms were sore from straining against their bonds . The assault on her womanhood made her every movement painful. She tried to get up but she was too weak and her legs quivered from sheer exhaustion. One of the guards bent down and unlocked the padded cuffs that restrained her wrists. As tears came back with the memories of her rape, Cristy grabbed the guard's leg. "P-please I beg you," she cried, "let me go!" The guard hit Cristy with a forceful blow that threw Cristy sobbing to the floor. Painfully, the guard's glove hand grabbed a fistful of Cristy's black hair, matted and tangled from her ordeal. Cristy struggled, tears streaming down her cheeks as the guard pulled her up painfully by her hair, "Listen carefully, slave." To emphasize his words the guard hit Cristy again. "Mr. D'Ailly's orders are that you are to take a thorough shower and then you will be allowed to rest. Do you understand?" Terror was evident in Cristy's beautiful eyes as she saw the guard raised his hand again, "Y-yes, I understand. P-please don't hurt me." As the guard let go of Cristy's hair, she fell to the floor, sobbing, scared. The other guard nudged at Cristy's naked body with the leather toe of his shoe, "Get up, slave! We don't have all day!" Wobbly, Cristy rose on her weak legs, her body trembling from the abuse it had received. Seeing at the guards' stares, she desperately tried to cover her breast and pubic area with her hands. The guards laughed at her discomfort. Still laughing, one of the guard produced a piece of rope with a loop. Placing the loop around Cristy's neck, the guard tugged at the rope, "C'mon, let's go!" Cristy was then led off like an animal, with a guard leading her in the front by the rope and the other guard walking behind her. Whenever she should falter in her steps, the guard behind her would prod her painfully with a nightstick. She was led to a bathroom and left alone inside to shower. Frightened that they might actually inspect her or try to find excuses to abuse her, Cristy tried to clean herself thoroughly. As she felt the soreness of her groin and the aches of her muscles, nightmarish memories of her rape came back once more. Tears mixed with water in the shower stall as Cristy sobbed. She slowly collapsed in the shower stall, feeling the warm water drenching her arched back and cried. Cristy's fitful rest was interrupted with rough hands shaking her. She woke up and saw Horoun with two guards standing besides her bed. Desperately, Cristy tried to cover herself with the sheets. Horoun laughed, "Forget your modesty, Miss Gray." Roughly, he pulled the sheet away from her and grabbed at her breast. Cristy slapped Horoun, "Don't touch me!" She cried, trying to cover herself with her hands. Recovering from the slap, Horoun stared at Cristy, his eyes red with fury. "Seize her!" Horoun commanded. Cristy struggled desperately, kicking and fighting as the guards grabbed her. The guards were well trained, however, and Cristy had little chance again them. Soon she was standing between the two guards - each of her arms held tight by a guard. Horoun walked up to Cristy, his eyes cold and a cruel smile on his lips. Wordlessly, he slapped Cristy. Cristy nearly fell from the blow but the guards held her up. Cristy was still sobbing as Horoun grabbed her hair and lift up her head. Horoun leaned close to Cristy, "Watch how you behave," he whispered and suddenly Cristy felt the coldness of steel at her throat. Cristy shivered, frightened. Horoun laughed and replaced his knife, "The blow was for your hitting me," he hissed, "And this is for teaching you a lesson!" Cristy gasped in pain as Horoun reached down and grabbed hard on a few strands of her pubic hair. Horoun pulled hard enough that the hair came out. Cristy sobbed in shame, her eyes downcast, her eyelashes trembling. Horoun laughed in satisfaction and gestured to the guards, "Take her away!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.