0 comments/ 336136 views/ 16 favorites Gwen Ch. 01 By: JasperMan Inspired by: Gwen Isabelle From the author: This story is inspired by a young girl I met over yahoo chat a sort time ago. I've chosen to write a story on account of some of the role plays she has done various other people. The characters through out this short series are inspired by friends we share. Most of the words written are those that came from the mouths or should I say keyboards of these lovely people. I only hope I do their words justice, for they are special and I strive to let them know that. I've also come to realize that over time, well... Hermaphrodites had the bitter end of the deal. As if god was playing a strange game and society wasn't even calling out to them. I say to this, "Fuck the heterosexuals and the gays and their struggle, for it is nothing to the struggle these poor people endure." Do I have anything against these people, the heteros and gays?, no. I just think that the people I write about such as Gwen here deserve to be recognized without a pun. So Gwen, Drusilla. This is for you. Gwen Ch. 01 Disclaimer: This short story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. * Gwen wakes up and feels a familiar wetness in her crotch. She shudders at the thought that her period is beginning. Barry, who rents her on the 3D Internet hypercube, will no doubt be thrilled to use and abuse her. There is no concealing her biological situation. Inside her uterus an egg-shaped object reports her vital signs as well as other data. In particular, the "egg" in her womb can sense if she is experiencing an orgasm or not. There is no faking a climax in the Cybersex Internet Prison. The steel door panel slides open. Gwen tosses the heavy brown wool blanket from her naked body and backs up to the panel, presenting her wrists to be handcuffed. She feels the cuffs click painfully tight. Today it is a female guard who will do her body cavity search. The female prison personnel are strict with the girl prisoners, sadistically locking the cuffs uncomfortably tight. Detesting the humiliating body cavity search, Gwen tries to think of her life before prison. As the matron probes her privates and rectum, she strives to imagine her boy friend fingering her pussy. She has nothing to relate to the anal probe, stretching and distending her sore anus. It seems that the guards allow her to recover only to force her to endure further humiliation. She is obliged to perform sexual service on the game grid no matter how she feels. Gwen hates being sore while striving to perform and satisfy her paying patrons. Every day she must perform eight hours sexual service on the game grids. "You are just starting your menstrual period, Gwen," the female guard observes. "Your client, Barry I think, will be overjoyed. Gwen frowns and looks down as the guard takes out a rough wool rag and rudely forces it into Gwen's vagina. "This will do until we get to the 'prep room,' girl," the guard utters. Gwen squirms and writhes as the rough rag irritates the walls of her vagina and her swollen cervix. Attaching a leash to Gwen's handcuffs, the guard runs the chain between her legs, ensuring that it will rub her stride should she fail to keep up with the pace of the demanding woman. The matron yanks the leash from time to time just to annoy and irritate Gwen. Gwen has learned not to complain to the guard. She has endured more than one flogging on that account. They arrive at the prep room. The matron has Gwen face the wall while she secures the leash to a high hook. The taut chain digs into Gwen's privates and anus, parting her ass cheeks and her vulva. There are two other girls similarly chained. Gwen knows who the two other girls are. Their names are Ann and Becky. Both are having their periods as well. Ann, like Gwen, is just starting while Becky is in day two. Both have rough woolen rags stuffed in their pussies. Becky has dried streaks down her creamy inner thighs. They whisper to each other. "Becky," Gwen asks, "how long have you been here? They haven't cleaned you up yet" "For over an hour," Becky replies, "and I have to stand on tiptoes to relieve the pressure. Mistress put a butt plug in to irritate me all the more." "Poor girl," Gwen thinks. Sometimes the prison staff can be doubly cruel for no apparent reason. Gwen understands how failing to please a paying client can be grounds for punishment or discipline. But random acts of sadism are another matter altogether. After a short period of time, a medical attendant takes Gwen's leash and leads her to a gynecological table. She unceremoniously jerks out the bloody woolen tampon and rinses out Gwen's vagina. Gwen squirms and writhes as the cold water is pumped into her. Gwen knows that to expect next: a two-liter enema. The enema solution is soap mixed in vinegar. It is doubly certain to cleanse and evacuate Gwen's large bowel. There are a number of stands and benches that are used to secure a prisoner during her time on the game grids. Most are uncomfortable. Gwen is first locked into a Virtual Reality (VR) helmet. A high collar holds Gwen's head in place. A training bra is tightened in place. Her nipples and areolas are exposed. Alligator clamps dig into the base of her areolas. Wires, red and black, lead from the clamp to an electric connection to a computer. Once her breasts are secured she is locked into a "saddle." The saddle is bright blue and spans her stride from clitoris to anus. The saddle has clamps onto Gwen's clitoris and ports for various toys. Today Gwen is menstruating, so an inflatable dildo is inserted into her vagina. The client is able to pump up or deflate the device. A butt plug is inserted into her rectum. For special attention an indwelling catheter is inserted into her bladder. The bulb at the end of the catheter is inflated and a collar pulls on her urethra, pulling the bladder into an uncomfortable position. She is positioned on a bench for today's session, prone with her rear end elevated and exposed. Wires, pneumatic and hydraulic tubes lead from her bra, saddle, and VR helmet to a computer console. Once in place, a technician tests the circuits and fittings. Deep in her uterus the internal egg-shaped object is able to oscillate and osculate against the bloody womb, inducing a pain that seizes Gwen. She shudders and wretches; she struggles to avoid going into convulsions. Once outfitted, she now must wait for her paying client, Barry. Barry has been waiting a long time to experience Gwen during her period. Girls in the Internet Cybersex Prison are medicated to only have one period every three months---once a quarter. The girls are thus available more often in a non-menstrual state. Some masters and mistresses, however, find the menstruating female a special delight. For sure the delayed period is much more intense than the normal 28 day cycle. And Gwen is in total misery with the situation. Barry has a three screen gaming computer. The center screen is the game grid. Today Barry has selected a Japanese Science Fiction Leitmotif: a girl strapped to a bench and being groped, penetrated, and probed by an amoeba-like green and brown alien. She struggles to clench her buttocks together as the slimy, disgusting alien presses tendrils to her gorgeous, toned derriere. The right screen is a dashboard reflecting Gwen's vital signs and other indices. The left screen depicts the computer capabilities and functionality. On the game grid, Gwen is being forcefully penetrated vaginally. The pneumatic inflation device expands and dilates Gwen's vagina and vulva. She writhes in pain as the pressure mounts in her abdomen. The "egg" in her uterus is synched to administer electric shocks and vibrate inside the bloody inner sanctum of her Holy of Holies. Unable to slide directly into Gwen's rectum, an alien tendril flattens itself and excretes a slimy, viscous lubricant. Gwen's buttocks are parted; however, her anal sphincters hold desperately against the alien member. The alien administers a strong electric shock. The lightning jolt overcomes Gwen's resistance and her anus spreads just enough and just long enough for a tendril to ease into her large bowel. The right screen indicates a sharp peak in her vital signs, Galvanic skin response, and cerebellum mental activity. Gwen feels a burning need to urinate. The collared, constrictive catheter pulls against her urethra fore and aft. She has never experienced such agony in the past. Master Barry has been reserving this torment until Gwen is "on the rag." Normally a girl is used for fifty minutes of an hour and given a ten minute break. Barry wants more; he pays a premium for a four-hour, break-free (continuous) session. Such items as urine retention and orgasm denial are inevitable in this sort of session. There is also the significant likelihood that Gwen will "fail to please." The idea of Gwen being severely punished by a sadistic female matron is exciting to Barry. Barry cannot help but masturbate in Real Life. He tunes his left screen for a slide show of Gwen being prepped for the game grid. The rough treatment of her pussy gives him an idea. He has the alien sprout thorns on its tendril in Gwen's vagina. She screams and faints. Her areolas are shocked an her clit is pinched to bring her back to full consciousness. 13 August 2013 To be continued... Gwen Ch. 02 From the author: I would like to say happy birthday to the girl who inspired this story. Happy birthday Gwen. I hope you enjoy these stories. Chapter II: “A Boy A Girl, A Duo In Heat” Did she really mean all that? Eric Trimble kept thinking. It had been two days since he caught his little Gwen and her best friend in the bathroom fucking. The whole matter, though by far so stimulating to his sexual fantasies as of late, he found to be a very touchy and disturbing subject. How he did crave her touch after all, he felt it was wrong considering he was her father. By adoption! His mind ridiculed him. He’d try to reason with himself in every way since that night, and all points round to those two words “By adoption!” None of this was helped when the dear sweet Drusilla decided to come over today and have her fill of Eric Trimble. “Why do you look like such a zombie?” she panted as her orgasm subsided and began to calm to a slight tremble. Naked Eric with the young girls legs around his waist and his organ buried in her thin patched glistening sex. Gwen was out at cheerleading practice today, and would not be home till late, so that left these two alone to do what they loved to do the most when the time called for it. But the sheer thought of his cock buried where his daughters ‘cock’ was buried, just brought him to cumming quicker out of excitement to be left with a blank expression as he thought about it. “Well?” She asked again. “Oh-huh?” he mumbled as he snapped out of his brain and back to the moment with the girl at hand. “What is with you today?” Dru laughed. “What do you mean?” “Well, first of all, you attack me like a wild animal the moment I come through the door.” She carried this mocking giggle as she spoke. “… then…” she really emphasized that word “…then… you drag me to the bathroom and fuck me from behind, which you’ve never been one to do… no offense, I mean you’ve just always been simple missionary.” Eric had to give her that; he never in his life took a woman any other way. Never allowed oral sex to come in, even though he loved the idea. Just simple between the legs, wam-bam-was it good for you ma’am? Continuing she said “… you eat my pussy, you fuck my ass, you let me suck your cock, which by the way is much harder and bigger today than most,… almost excited and never going down. Shit..” she laughed. “… viagra cannot even do that do a dick…” He smiled with a great blush to his cheeks. “You even accidentally called me Gwen, how many times?” she seductively ran her fingers over his lips. “What… I did?” he stammered after those words, as if to try and to explain what she just noticed. “Tell me.” Dru said. “Do you want to fuck her?” “OF COURSE NOT!!!” He roared and tossed her to the couch, standing his ground. “Why would you say that? I mean… it’s wrong, it’s vile. INCEST! Have you any idea… what… jeez…” “Don’t give me that shit.” She smirked, laying bow legged on the couch with a real priss-priss grin. “I’ve seen you looking at her lately.” She giggled. “Don’t!” he snarled. “Don’t you dare!” “Why are you being so defensive?” she wised up to seriousness. “Why not!” He yelled. “I think you do.” Eric stopped in his tracks and stared at the young girl sprawled naked on his red soft love seat he and his wife bought years before. “You wouldn’t be yelling at me like you are if you didn’t.” “What are you talking about?” “Look at yourself.” She said sternly. “You are throwing your hands up into the air and panting like a rabid dog, with drool seething from your lips while you scream at the top of your lungs.” He stood silent. “A normal patch of anger towards the subject would be followed without so much dramatic body language.” She sat up and rested her hands on her knees, looking to Eric like a classy woman who’s not even aware of her nudity. “Think about it, Eric.” Dru spoke with a firm independent voice. “You are unbelievably turned on today, as if you’d been saving it up for years, like the first time we made it.” When they first came together just two years ago, he had not been with a woman once since his wife died, and this was confirmed with the speed and strength he assaulted her sex with that night. Drusilla continued. “…You’ve yet to talk to me about what you saw that night.” “What are you talking about?” “What are you Gary Coleman?” she laughed. “’What you talkin’ bout?” she mocked in laughter. He stood silent through her laughter and waited for her to calm down. As she did, she noticed his firm look and decided to cut to the chase. “Do you think I’m stupid?” she asked. “I know you saw us that night… the 10th… Gwen’s birthday… any of this a-ringin a bell-a” Silence stood less golden. “Well… I thought you knew I knew that you knew that I knew.” Laughter again. “Remember her words, don’t you?” Venom drooled from her sharp fangs again as she spoke. Her eyes taking a slight look of pure serpent seduction. Staring deeply as if hypnotic into Eric’s brown eyes. “You probably masturbated a dozen hundred and three score times since hearing them…” she said “… the thought of taking that beautiful girl is just driving you up a fucking wall. You cannot even get your mind to throw it out and draw a blank.” Eric’s defenses dropped as she spoke. “…You want her!” Drusilla’s legs lightly rubbed against themselves as her sex moistened with great fever. “…You are dying without her touch. You want to make her belong to you in every way.” “Yes” Eric whispered. His mind wondered to the endless possibilities of life with Gwen. He knew she was getting older and ready for college. Soon she’d meet someone and fall in love and leave him, thus he’d be all alone for the rest of his life. The very thought left his heart bleeding from want, dying inside as her face flashed before his eyes. Her own deep Latin eyes with a hint of sparkle and twinkle within, like a dream. A dream face moving slowly as she turned towards him, her dark smooth straight brown hair flowing endlessly in the wind. Her full sensuous lips drawn into a deep wonderful smile, the kind of smile those poets spoke of a thousand years before and to the marking date. “Daddy?” Eric’s eyes closed as the thoughts took might inside. His heart thumping… “Daddy?” His body and mind raging… “Daddy?” “Yes baby?” Eric’s eyes shot open to see his erect organ sliding into Gwen’s mouth, tormenting his lust with crazed wanton ambition. “Gwen?” “Are you seeing her again?” His daughter asked in the voice that did not belong to her, but to another. “Gwen.” His breath was rugged and his body was failing as the flesh that covered his tool was being pleasurably worked back and forth with the help of a warm tongue and tightly closed lips that covered halfway down the gorgeous shaft. “Call me Gwen, daddy.” His daughter spoke again. “You are my Gwen baby, you are. Aren’t you?” he could not get the voice to match her face as in smile, the face ascended and descended from his groin. “Gwen?” “Just lay down on the couch, daddy.” The face became blurry. “Gwen, I.” “Just lay down.” Eric’s limp body slumped down into the cushions of his red loveseat, while the mouth took great pride in its work. The dark haired beauties head bobbed slowly at first as her lips sucked childishly at the flesh coming up, to stop at the head of his mountain rock to suckle hard while her hand worked over his engorged pike-staff. “Gwen” he moaned. “Mmmmm” was all the mumbled around his shaft. By far this was the most pleasurable moment in his life as the mouth worked in the most wanton manner over his prick. “Cum” mumbled the voice. “cum.” “Yes, baby. Daddy will.” Eric’s body was trembling as his hips would rise into the assaulting lips, sending his cock down a gagging throat that hungrily sloppily took to it. Savagely she sucked and sucked at his growing painful staff. The hot breath against his prick and the locking eyes into his was the last he could bare of possible stimulation as his cock threw out ropes of hot spunk into his daughters throat. Not even drawing her mouth away, she swallowed the hot jizz, bringing more out as the pleasure arose with the suction of her swallowing throat. “GWEN!!!” He called out as his cock emptied into his daughters mouth. “Oh god!” he breathed aloud. “Mmmmm” he heard the familiar purr of Drusilla Moore. He looked around for her and found her where he thought he saw his daughter. “You thought it was her didn’t you?” she laughed. His heart ache increased as he let his smile grow large as his hand rubbed the neighbor girls face. “Did daddy like that?” Drusilla purred again. “Yes, baby…” he lowered to the floor and held her in his arms. “Yes.” “Now we just need to wait for Gwen to get home, don’t we?” she said. “Nothing will be the same will it?” Eric Trimble asked the shivering girl in his arms. “No…” Drusilla assured him “… nothing will become something…” To be continued in “A Girl In Love” Gwen Ch. 02 The night was coming quickly. I could not get my kiss with my mother out of my head. This was all so knew to me. How will tonight work? Will my dad buy into my mother's plan? We had supper as a family, and nothing was said about what had happened this morning. My dad would not even look at me. As I went to put my dish into the sink, my mom came up behind me and whispered in my ear,"Go to your room. I have a package for you with some instructions for this evening." I felt a little light headed. It was really going to happen. Was I ready? I went up to my room feeling uneasy, scared, and very excited all at once. As I opened the door I found a bag on my bed with a letter attached to it. I opened the letter first. "Gwen, this may be a night that the 2 of use will never forget. I have had this fantasy of having you with your father for a very long time. Now you are 18, and looking even more beautiful than I could have ever hoped. If tonight is to happen, we must work together. I have some instructions as to what we will be doing tonight. Read carefully, and we will talk before we go on with them." I was so turned on by the first part of this letter. My panties were so wet, my nipples so hard. I unbuttoned my pants, and slid my hand down, touching my ever so wet pussy. Rubbing my clit through my wet satin panties. I read the next page... "In the bag is an outfit I had purchased for you today. I really hope it fits you. I think it will look beautiful on you. This is the catch. I will be wearing the exact same outfit. I am planning an exotic night with your father; a night he will not forget! You will pretend to leave the house, and I will be playing games with your father.... games you will be apart of, with him not knowing. With your out fit will be a mask. This is to cover your face. I have also took the liberty to die my hair the same color as yours, so when we dress up together, we will do our hair exactly the same. I need you to leave at 7 pm. Come back in a half hour. Your father will be out getting a movie. That is when I will get ready with you and then we will cross our fingers my sweet little girl." I was so hot at this point. My hand still on my warm cunt. So wet and needing a finger, I put one in. Fucking myself, feeling so good. I had to slow down. I look in the bag, and pull out the sexy outfit my mother had bought for me. First were a pair of black shinny boots. They had 3 1/2 inch heels, and went up to my knees. There was also a pair of black nylon stockings, with a satin garter. A black satin with leather trim teddy, and a black leather mask the covered the eyes and nose. This was too much. I looked into my mirror and slowly undressed. I was drunk on excitement. I wanted to do this so bad. I put on the garter and stockings, but on the black one piece teddy, and put on the boots. Everything was a perfect fit. I looked at the clock and it was close to my time to leave. I took off the boots, and put on a dress over top of my outfit. I wore a normal pair of boots and went downstairs. I then told my parents I was going out for the night and sleeping over at a friends house. I waited outside until my father left and came back into the house. My mom was excited! "Did you get the note? Did you get the outfit?" My mother was acting like a little girl at christmas. "Yes I did mother, and everything fits." I took off my dress and showed her what she had purchased for me. I looked at her eyes and she changed her look. She turned her smile into a smirk..."That will do just fine sweetheart, just fine." She took off her robe to show me how she looked and I was blown away. Everything was exact. She looked beautiful also. My mom then did our hair. We both had shoulder length hair, and she died her hair the same red color as mine. We both wore our hair up, exposing our necks. We put our masks on and our boots. We stood in front of her mirror and it was like looking at twins. It will be very hard for my father to know who is who. "So here is the plan Gwen. When your father comes in I will bring him downstairs. I will take off my robe and walk in front of him. You will be around the corner keeping very still. When I go around the corner myself, you will walk in and do what I tell you to do. You understand?" I shook my head in approval."Ok dear, your father just walked in." This was it, I was so horny. My wetness again seeping through the satin crotch on my outfit, dripping down my stocking covered leg. My mother took my father downstairs, and I quietly followed. She took off her robe as he was sitting on the couch. Mother dimmed the lights and put on some music to set the tone. She stood above him and asked him,"Do you want me James? Tell me you want me!" Mother was in character. "What has gotten into you Paula? What's with the outfit, you never...." "You don't approve? Then maybe I should go and change." My mother walked over towards me and went around the corner. "Wait baby! No I didn't mean that! You look beautiful. Please, I want to look at you! Come back Paula.... please." My mother looked at me with a grin."Now Gwen, I want you to walk in there... keep your distance and listen to what he wants. If it gets a little to close for comfort, come back and we will switch places." This was my time now. I was so horny, my nipples so hard? I hope he doesn't notice the difference. We looked so close, but my mother does have a little bigger breast's than I do.... well here goes nothing."Ok James, just a little peek."my mom said, and now its time... I walk in a look at my father. He sat up and looked like he was going to come toward me, but I put out my finger, waved it back and forth, shook my head like I was saying"No, no, no." He sat down again and stared at me. I stood straight up, not knowing what to do? "You look beautiful Paula. I can't believe how pretty you look in that outfit. Why are you being so shy?" It worked. He thinks I am my mom. This turned me on even more so I walked a little more towards him, put one foot on the end table in front of him, and opened my legs. I put my hand down to my pussy, let out a little moan, and pressed on my hard nub. "I want to touch you." said my father. I walked around the corner and saw my mother. She has stroking her breast and rubbing her pussy also."Perfect sweetness. It is almost time." My mother went back in. "There you are baby. Why did you leave?" Asked my dad. "Oh I was just checking thats all James... just checking." My mother then went right up to him, bent down and added." I was just wondering what your ultimate fantasy would be? I mean I think I know but would love to hear from you." "What are you checking for? What's going on? What are you doing Paula?" My dad was getting uncomfortable. My mother finally went on with the rest of the plan. "Honey come in here." My mother brought me in and announced me as a women she had found for him." This is my present for you James." She then kissed me long and hard, small kisses down my neck on my shoulders. I was in heaven! I looked at my father and he had now pulled out his cock. It was so large! I wanted to taste it so bad. I kissed my mother and walked up to him. I went down on my knees and started to kiss his ever so hard cock. I danced my tongue around the head of his giant, and slowly started to suck on it. Long and hard, sucking and swallowing all his pre-cum."mmm baby, that feels nice. Who is this Paula? I think I like this little one." "Well I hope you do James, I think I want her too." My mother then went down on her knees and helped me suck on my fathers hard member. We both traded off, sucking and kissing each other, my father was close. My mother started to pump that giant cock of his... all 8 inch's, and then a blast! I dove in trying to get everything I could in my mouth. My mother then kissed my and then looked at me. We both had my father's cum on our mask, so she then said,"Lets get rid of these mask's sweetheart." We both took off our mask's and my father then saw who I was. "What the hell!!!! Gwen????" He was in a mad panic now. So I went up to him, gave him a light kiss on the lips and told him. "Daddy, I want this so bad. Please, please... can we do this? I know you liked how I played with you big cock, and you did like how I look in this outfit. Don't you want to see me play with mommy?" My father relaxed a bit."But Gwen, I am your father. I can't." I went to kiss him again, and told him,"Why don't you think about it, and you can watch me enjoy mother. I have always wanted to be with a women before. You can watch me be with my first." My mother started to kiss me deep, our tongues intwined, and thats when he left."I can't do this!" My dad went upstairs and left my mother and I feeling horrible. We couldn't believe how bad this all backfires... or did it? Gwen Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This short story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. Laura, a female guard at the Internet Cybersex Prison, is assigned the odious chore of punishing girls who fail to please on the game grids. Gwen is having a difficult day; her period is heavy and her client, Barry, is forcing her to remain on the game grid without any break for four eternally long consecutive hours. Laura receives an alert on Gwen and considers the various means of punishment. She decides on long breast needles for the hapless girl. When her day on the game grids is over, Gwen is taken to a special room. She shudders and trembles as her naked body is strapped onto a Sybian. The long dildo pushes deep into her already sore vagina. After a wait, Laura appears carrying a small black case. She opens it and shows Gwen an assortment of needles. "You failed to please on the game grids today, Gwen," Laura states matter-of-factly. "Your punishment will be done over three days. Today one needle will be inserted into each breast. They will remain there until you are able to arouse yourself on the Sybian device and climax. Tomorrow one needle will be inserted, after which you will have to cum. Only then will the second needle be inserted into the other breast. You will need to cum again for their removal. The third day will depend on you. We will discuss that after the second day. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress," Gwen replies and braces herself for the needle. Laura lines the needle to the middle of her left breast. She takes her time, making sure that penetration is slow. Gwen struggles not to squirm or shake, as any movement worsens the pain. At last the needle is in. Laura lets the handle of the needle rest atop the breast while she begins the second puncture. Gwen cries out in pain and misery. Once both needles are inserted Laura tells Gwen to use the Sybian to masturbate. Sensors will guarantee that she actually achieve an orgasm. There is no faking an orgasm in the Internet Cybersex Prison. As Gwen becomes aroused, Laura twists and turns the needles. Gwen now understands the totality of her suffering. Each time she nears climax, Laura gives the needles a twist, generating maximal pain and suffering. At long last Gwen is able to cum. Laura removes the needles and Gwen returns to her cell for the night. In the morning Gwen is surprised to see Laura instead of the usual matron. "I wanted to see you bright and early," Laura says. She cups her hands under Gwen's naked breasts. Gwen's hands are cuffed behind her back and her ankles chained to a central floor ring. Laura squeezes and pulls Gwen's sore breasts. Gwen screams in agony. Laura is excited all the more at Gwen convulse in pain. "I am so excited in our next session after the game grids, Gwen," Laura announces. The day on the game grids lasts seemingly forever. Barry, Gwen's client, and others make sure that Gwen's breasts receive special attention. In a way Gwen is pleased with the attention. She is surrounded in the game grids by masters and mistresses wanting to use and abuse her. The day ends and Gwen is taken to the punishment room. She watches as a matron replaces the usual dildo on the Sybian with a special fitting. It is explained to her that the dick head is soft and can, on command, release a diluted droplet of formic acid. The acid, deep at the end of her vagina will burn and itch uncontrollably. Just as Gwen digests the situation Laura appears. She rubs the dildo with toothpaste. "This toothpaste will irritate all the more as time passes, Gwen girl," Laura explains. "You need to climax as soon as possible. When you near climax a squirt of the irritant will be released as the dildo stretches your vagina. The dildo has been measured to be one inch longer than your pussy is deep." Laura smiles as Gwen blanches in terror. Gwen could not imagine things getting any worse than they already are. Laura cups her hands under Gwen's sore, swollen breasts. "Which one do you want to start with?" she asks. "The left breast?" Laura asks as she squeezes and pulls it. "Or, the right teat?" Laura asks as she twists Gwen's right breast. "I don't know, Mistress," Gwen whispers through her pain. "Oh my," Laura exclaims, "let me ask again!" Laura repeats the squeezing and twisting. "Left first, please Mistress," Gwen begs. She realizes that failure to reply simply initiates more depravity. Gwen is strapped onto the Sybian and the dildo inserted into her vagina. Laura begins penetrating Gwen's left breast with a long needle. Gwen screams and cries in pain. Laura pushes slowly, enjoying every second. Once the needle is through the breast, Laura tells Gwen that the second needle will not be started until she cums. An electrical transducer will record vital signs and determine whether Gwen has cum or not. There is no expectation of privacy in the Internet Cybersex Prison. Gwen works her dildo, feeling the grainy toothpaste beginning to irritate her vagina. Gwen works faster and feels her arousal grow to a fever pitch. She is on the verge of an earth-shattering orgasm when Laura releases a squirt of formic acid into Gwen's dilated vagina. The formic acid burns and itches. Gwen's concentration and arousal is shattered. She keeps pumping and humping the dildo. Again and again Gwen approaches an orgasm only to experience an orgasm denial. After three tries Laura allows Gwen to climax and begins inserting the second breast needle. At long last, the penetration is complete. Now Gwen must cum before Laura removes the needles. Gwen humps the dildo on the Sybian while Laura twists the needles. "Does it hurt, Gwen girl?" Laura asks. Laura is on the verge of an orgasm herself just observing Gwen. "Oh, yes Mistress," Gwen answers. "A little or a lot, girl?" Laura asks. She sees Gwen's salty tear pour over her hot, pink cheeks in rivulets as she strains to reply. "A lot, Mistress,' Gwen answers. Laura can see that Gwen is exhausted and may well suffer injury. She allows her to cum, removes the needles, and begins making plans for the next day. To be continued. 19 August 2013 Gwen Ch. 03 From the author: Forgive my lateness here, I’ve come down with some strange virus that just won’t go away. Luckily enough I’ve fought enough of it off to get back on and do some more writing. I really hope you all enjoy this, for finally, this is the point of beginning we’ve all been dying to reach. To Gwen, (The real Gwen,) thank you for your kind words on my story…or should I say “your story”. To those whom have contacted me, asking for Gwen’s e-mail and or yahoo name, she has said to me, to forward the e-mail from her fan’s to her, and she’ll try and reply, so if you have anything you wish to say to the real Gwen, whom this story is based off, just send me a message or feedback with your e-mail address on it, and I’ll have to forwarded to Gwen. To all those others out their with kind words, Thank you. Now, on with the show. “You thought it was her didn’t you?” she laughed. His heart ache increased and he let his smile grow large as his hand rubbed the neighbor girls face with adoration. “Did daddy like that?” Drusilla purred again. Her feet gingerly moving up and down behind her as that of a playful child. “Yes, baby…” he lowered to the floor and wrapped her in his arms lovingly “Oh yes!” Their passion was settling as they lay in arms, naked as their birthing days and hearts pounding in the quiet. Breathing softer and softer until it was a calm fall of their chests and the world was full of color again. “Now we just need to wait for Gwen to get home, don’t we?” she said, teasing the handsome step-father. Eric seemed to think it over, his heart racing a little more this time, no longer calm as the thoughts filled his head. GWEN was the thought and what was to come, what could become, and what could fallow. Nothing will be the same will it?” Eric Trimble asked the shivering girl in his arms. “No…” Drusilla assured him “… nothing will become something…” To be continued in “A Girl In Love” Chapter III: A Girl In Love, Is A Girl With All Now It Starts “I know you think I’m nasty, but I am no common girl. I once slept with the devil, it was really no big thrill. The passion for the killers, who lie in wait for me, to show me my own meaning. I’m dead in ecstasy” Tonight (We’ll make love until we die) By SSQ “I was beat incomplete. I’d been had, I was sad and blue, but you made me feel, yeah, you made me feel, shiny and new.” Like A Virgin By Madonna Life seemed to carry on much to a normal scale for Eric Trimble and his daughter Gwen. Even for Drusilla who seemed to be spending less and less time with either Eric or Gwen in the late days of this month. Gwen had turned 18 just a few months ago, and was appearing to grow more beautiful by the day. Though to the untrained eye, she grew more advanced in beautiful a lot slower than her father’s eyes, but none could deny she was one beautiful girl. No one would or could deny that, no. His beautiful Gwen was on a date tonight. With a young football star from her high school named Jarred McCoy. The ever so dreamed-about-by-every-girl in essex, Jarred McCoy. The sly-sonofabitch-who’s-dating-my-angel Jarred McCoy. The only people in the world whom bared any distrust for this boy were the fathers, (and rightfully so) of the young girls who knew him. He had been notorious for mistreating ladies and even committing statutory rape, being 18 himself and always dating the freshmen girls. Even once or twice went out with girls from junior high and broke them in so to speak. “Why Gwen, Why” Eric said to the mirror, saving his five o’clock shadow off, well after 10pm this night. Unable to sleep or think of anything but his lovely daughter out with a scumbag like McCoy. “Why?” He asked again softly. “Why him? Of all people!” As he slowly ran the blade up his neck to his chin he heard the front door slam shut, and quickly ducked out of the bathroom to see Gwen moving slowly to her room. She had turned out the lights and kept a slow almost impossible pace, as if to insinuate that she did not wish to be discovered. To the breaking of his poor heart, he realized why, when he caught a glimpse of her face in the light. She spun around as he had come out of the bathroom and locked eyes upon eyes like a dear caught in headlights. Her swollen left eye with tear streaks marked downward, and a quivering lip, cut and swallow also. “DAD!” She cried out in surprise. Eric had no time frame of mind when he saw his daughter’s peril. The tears that flowed freely from her eyes… “He’s dead.” He breathed as he ran to his room to retrieve a magnum pistol from his bed side drawer. “Daddy, NO!” She cried out taking hold of his arm. “Let me go!” he seethed. Snapping his arm back away. “You can’t!” she babbled down the hall, as her father dragged her along the way. Her hands still pulling unmercifully at him. “Let me go, Goddamnit!” He screamed into her face finally. Caught off guard by her loving fathers menace, she let go and stood, wide eyed and weeping. Her breath in shallow gasps as she tried to take in the sight of her roaring love, not so much the love she knew before. He stood staring at her shocked face, stricken with complete confusion and fear. The thought that carried menace in his brain was the thought that he was the sudden cause of this unwanted expression. “What in the name of Christ is going on in there?” The familiar voice of Drusilla filled the room as the front door came open and she stepped inside. The sight was one to behold. Her lover’s both standing the other down. One, her dear sweet Gwen in tears with a few swollen patches about her face, and the other, her strong masculine lover man, with complete rage in his face and a gun in his right hand, while his other seems clenched tight in a fist. “You bastard!” She yelled. Drusilla’s fists beat down upon Eric Trimble’s shoulders, as she yelled at him in one and the other telling Gwen to run for help or call the police. “Dru, stop!” Gwen kept on crying. “Don’t you ever touch her again!” Dru was lost in a rage of her own. Clawing and charging the tall man. “STOOOOOOOOP!!!!” Gwen’s final scream shook the house and silenced all. Both Eric and Drusilla were panting heavily as they stared at the young broken girl in tears. Gwen sighed and walked away, seating herself down upon the plush couch in the living room. Her face buried in her hands as she attempted to breath as regular as she could. Drusilla seated herself beside her best friend and lover, placing her arm about the girls shoulder as she glared in Eric’s direction. “What did she do, Eric?” Drusilla sneered. “What did she do to deserve this?” He looked with squinted eye brows, unbelieving, that the young girl would believe he was the doer of this deed. “He didn’t hurt me, Dru.” Gwen said in a low quiet voice. “Who, did this then?” Drusilla jeered in a sarcastic way. “Did you fall down the stairs, or did you run into the wall while having a sneeze fit, huh?” “McCoy…” she whispered. An audible gasp escaped Drusilla’s lips. Her hand over her mouth, and eyes wide open at the same time. “Jarred McCoy?” She asked surprised. “The only other McCoy’s are his father and brother,” she laughed uneasy. “Bob is way too old, and Sammy is only eleven. Who else?” “I’m…” Drusilla stammered. “I’m so sorry… Eric… I’m sorry.” He shook his head as if to say forget it. He looked to his daughter… then back to Drusilla off and on and again. “I told McCoy what I am.” The tears flowed a little more from Gwen’s eyes. “I told him everything about me.” “Did he rape you?” Drusilla asked sternly. Gwen shook her head… “No, he just beat me up and called me a ‘faggot’.” “Why, faggot?” Drusilla asked. “Cause some men…” Eric finally spoke. “… believe that hermaphrodites don’t exist, but are simply men trying to be women.” “The bastard.” Drusilla hissed. “Its over!” Gwen cried. “How can you say that.” Came both father and lover in unison. “I just want to forget it ever happened, please?” She breathed. “No.” Eric said sternly. He turned towards the door with the gun clenched firmly in his hand, and stopped short, as if in thought. To the relief of both girls, he placed the gun on the table stand a few feet away from him. He turned around and looked at his darling daughter, and her lovely friend, his lover as well as hers. “I will not let this fall away.” He said. He turned and walked to the door. “Daddy, please!” she begged. “I won’t hurt him,…” he groaned in disgust hearing his own voice speak those words. “…I will however have this taken care of.” Before Gwen could stop him, he was up and out the door, to his car, and out of the drive way, and down the road. A sobbing Gwen in the arms of her best friend. “Gwen, please.” Drusilla tried to sooth her. “He cannot be let off for this, its wrong.” “Why…” she sobbed with hick-ups following. “Why did you think my dad did this?” “Darling,… I just.” She tried to answer but couldn’t. “You’ve been fucking him.” Gwen said flat out. Drusilla was caught off guard that very moment. Her best friend and lover knew of what had been going on, and now was finally confronting her about it. “I see the way he looks at you lately.” Gwen remarked. “Gwen, honey.” Drusilla stammered. “It’s okay.” Gwen sniffled with a soft laugh. “I’m just a little jealous is all.” Drusilla smiled brightly when her friend said that. Her mind filling with possibilities, and guilt that should could think of sex at a time like this. “He’s always been so good to me.” Gwen said breaking Drusilla’s concentration. “Yeah, he is a doll.” She agreed. Gwen made a sniffle and whipped her nose with a cleanex from the box beside her, looking at her lover, smiling faintly. Drusilla stood up and moved to the center of the room with her hands clasped together before her as she looked to her not seeming so miserable now. “Gwen, do you…” Drusilla could hardly find the words, for now was the moment at hand to finally get what she has planned to happen for so long. Gwen stood suddenly and moved seductively towards her dearest friend, who was almost trembling with excitement as her lover moved closer and closer. Her mouth running dry and palms sweating as her hair seemed to stand on end and stomach quivered. Her eyes seemed to be glazed with raw passion as Gwen gently placed her hands on either side of her friend’s hips. “Do I what?” Gwen asked. “Do I want to fuck my daddy?” “ye, yes!” Dru gasped as Gwen laid a kiss upon her collar bone. “You asked me not too long ago.” Gwen giggled. “Remember, drunken birthday present hidden in the bathroom.” Drusilla had almost forgotten that night, when she and her uninhibited lover were both fucking in the bathroom of her own home. Taken by surprise, Drusilla felt her friend’s mouth lay upon her own, tongue invading sensuously. Drusilla moaned softly into Gwen’s lips as their kiss lingered into a heating embrace. Bodies closing tightly as their hands explored… “Well…” A strong male voice carried through the room. The girls gasped softly and spun to see Eric Trimble standing in the door way looking almost as stricken as before, but with a large mirror of surprise upon his features. “Daddy, I…” Gwen stammered. “Are you gonna join us?” Drusilla’s voice encouraged. Eric looked wide eyed at Drusilla, trying to take in what she just asked. With his own daughter there with them. “…that can’t happen…” he almost whispered. “You both want too.” Drusilla moaned gleefully. “…after all that’s happened tonight…” Eric began to say. “Daddy, please!” Gwen’s voice shot voice of her step father. They stood looking at one another, eyes locked to eyes, unable to move, barely breathing as the scene changed from one of melancholy to one of pure lust boiling in a crock pot. Drusilla took hold of her friends hand and walked towards Eric, taking a hold onto his hand. Eric and Gwen’s eyes still locked as they were both being pulled out of the room and into Eric’s bedroom down the hall. The very place Drusilla never admitted losing her virginity to this man a couple years before. “The time has come.” Drusilla’s voice ensnared the room silence. “A union to be made… one more proper than the ones I’ve made with you both.” Eric and Gwen were both seated beside one another, hands in their laps as Drusilla looked over both of them and took hold of their minds with the true words she was speaking. “You both belong together.” She whispered… “I’ve known it all too long and I’m sure you have as well. Now is the time to make it happen once and for all. Nothing should come between it, and nothing will.” She moved for the door and stood looking over to the two who should never have been father and daughter, but man and woman. Gwen’s eyes seemed to light up with the question of ‘where are you going’ in them… “Relax dear heart.” Dru whispered to her friend. “I’ll sleep in your bed tonight until morning. Until then, you two must find each other without anyone hear to cheapen the moment.” Drusilla moved to walk out the door when she stopped and giggled reaching into her pocket and retrieving a package that red “ribbed” “By the way…” she tossed it to Gwen. “Better safe for now then sorry for later…” she turned and called out “Toodles!” At last alone they were, step father and step daughter side by side unable to look at each other any more. Gwen laughed softly breaking the awkward silence as she held the package in her hand. Twirling it slightly in her fingers as she finally looked to her step father. Realizing finally that this man was no longer gonna be “father” but simply Eric. Love. Eric was about to speak when Gwen placed her finger to his lips silencing him, then holding the package up and ripping it open. “No words.” She whispered. “Just now, this very moment.” Eric was trembling almost violently as he soon found his lovely Gwen reaching for his shirt and bringing it up off of him. He found himself in turn reaching for her own shirt, bringing a soft moaning giggle from her lips as her breast came into view of his eyes. Forgetting that she rarely wore a bra at all since her breast finally started to come in. Lowering his lips to her perky little nipple, kissing it softly before suckling it between his hungry lips. The moaning girl pushed him softly away and smiled, stroking his handsome face and then rising to her feat. Gwen then reached for the zipper on her black colored jeans, and pulled it down. Then undoing the button at the stop, her smile faded as her eyes stayed locked below, realizing that now her one chance at true love and happiness would be put to the ultimate test when her own ‘cock’ was to be seen. Inhaling deeply she let her pants fall, revealing that she didn’t wear panties either. Her slim legs coming out of the jeans, alas her newly appointed lover caught a full glimpse of her slim and small cock. Her breathing became a little rapid as her nervousness increased while her dear old daddy looked directly at her rising prick. “daddy, I…” she tried to speak. He stopped her words when he reached for her and took her into his hand, stroking his lovely step daughter’s organ softly. She began to moan a little louder as her growing cock was brought into pleasure by Eric’s hand. “Daddy stop!” she moaned breathlessly. She pulled his hand away from her twitching organ and knelt gently to her knees. Looking him directly in the eyes. “The time will come, but for now.” She undid his belt buckle followed by the button on his pants and the zipper flowing down. “Just take my virginity.” Slowly she pulled his pants down his strong legs, watching almost hypnotically as his cock seemed to stab the sky above, stiff and hard as stone. She laughed softly to herself when she brought a harsh moan from his lips by placing a tiny kiss upon the head of his strong tool. Afterwards taking the rubber and sliding it down the length of his prick. Trembling hard as her stomach flew to the moon while her hand took in the amazing feeling of his hard member. “Now Eric.” She spoke stern and strong, snapping him to attention. “Now.” Eric reached for his step daughter and pulled her up to him, his lips crushing hers almost savagely as he spun her down on her back and himself upon her. Her hands pushed at his chest and her own began to rise and fall fiercely. “Soon, my love.” She breathed. “Soon… just do it now, please?” Knowing now was not the time to hesitate, Eric watched as she reached down and lifted her own cock up against her belly, allowing her step father to gain entrance to her virgin pussy. “NOW!” she cried, arching her back with her eyes tightly shut off to the word. To be continued. Gwen Ch. 03 Disclaimer: This short story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. Gwen hears the sound of the panel in the steel cell door slide open. She knows that she is supposed to back up to it and permit her wrists to be cuffed. But, after having needles thrust through her breast for the last two days, she refuses. She knows that she will be punished. She crouches in a corner with the thick brown wool blanket covering her. "Gwen, darling," Laura demands, "present your hands for cuffing." Gwen pulls back more, tears swelling in her eyes. She doesn't respond to Laura's command. Laura grows impatient. She summons the male orderlies. Still Gwen refuses to leave the corner and submit to Laura. "You will be punished if you don't obey me!" Laura warns Gwen. "My breasts hurt, Mistress, and you will only abuse them more," Gwen complains. "Already they are swollen and bruised." Two burly orderlies appear. They are obviously displeased at having to leave the breakfast table to handle an unruly prisoner. Laura unlocks the door and the two men enter. They seize Gwen roughly and bind her hands behind her back. "Hold her up," Laura directs the two, "present hear breasts for my pleasure." Gwen shakes her head and struggles against the cuffs. Laura cups her hands under Gwen's breasts. "Does it hurt, darling?" She asks. "Mistress knows that it hurts," Gwen replies. She tightens herself as Laura begins to knead and rub her injured mammary. Gwen screams and writhes in pain. Laura is oblivious to the girl's cries. Salty tears stream over hot pink cheeks. Laura looks in her black case and pulls out two large spikes, long nails. Gwen's eyes widen at the prospect of being pierced by the cruel spikes. "We need to make the morning last, Gwen," Laura says. We can push these in very slowly to enjoy every fraction of an inch they pierce. And the best thing is, they will be 'forever.'" Gwen begs: "No. Please no Mistress." Laura is determined to have her way, however. As the two guards struggle to keep Gwen immobile, Laura locates one of the holes left by a needle. She slowly pushes the large nail along a given path. Gwen shakes, convulses, and retches on her empty stomach. Laura makes conversation while ever-so slowly inserting the spike through Gwen's left breast: "I bet that your boyfriend used to rub and squeeze these beautiful globes." Laura squeezed Gwen's left breast with nail part-way in. Gwen screamed as loud as she is able. The cry made Laura ooze vaginal secretions from her vulva, hidden by clothing. As Laura pushes the spike through, she experiences a wicked, climax. Laura's breathing is ragged and irregular as she has multiple orgasms. Once the nail is in place, Laura rotates and twists it. Gwen passes out in pain, only to be brought back to reality by having her face slapped. "We have only begun," Laura informs Gwen. Gwen's eyes widen with fear and she perspires profusely. The second nail is driven in. Laura informs Gwen of her situation. "Your hands will remained cuffed behind your back, Gwen," Laura relates. "You will get no food or water nor will you be allowed to sleep until you have removed the nails." Gwen looks nonplused. "You may rub them against the floor or an edge of the door frame, Gwen," Laura suggests. "I don't care how you remove them. And for sure you are wondering how you will no be permitted to sleep or rest." "Yes, Mistress," Gwen replies. "In the concrete floor are powerful electro magnets," Laura explains. "Should that 'egg' transducer in your uterus detect REM sleep, the magnets will be activated to pull your nails along the floor. The pain will be excruciating. Does a girl understand?" "A,... A girl thinks so, Mistress," Gwen whimpers. Laura and the two male orderlies leave, but not before hogtying Gwen. She has to struggle to keep her chest from the concrete floor. Then the powerful electromagnets pull Gwen's nails, forcing her breasts down. Gwen screams. Several hours of on-again, off-again magnets have left Gwen exhausted. She finally reckons that by aligning herself and pulling against the magnetic field that she can pull the nails out of her breasts. It works, but the process is slow and painful. Laura returns after a hiatus. She is pleased to see that Gwen has worked the two nails out of her breasts. Gwen tries to keep Laura's hands from her breasts, but she is unable. Bound and unable to resist, Gwen must endure hours of foreplay, her sore, swollen breasts subject to being kneaded mercilessly. "It's like your boyfriend, girl?" Laura whispers. "Only with pain." "Yes, Mistress," Gwen replies. 4 September 2013