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The Making of a Party Animal

Chapter 1

                  The Making of a Party Animal
                        By PALADIN
 

Annie stopped at the light. She did not want to but it was the 
LAW. She was late.  This was usual for her . Very very
disconcerting  for others, and about to be modified today.
 
Her license had to many points. So she waited, and fumed at the
injustice of her having to wait like a mear person. She should 
be allowed better, but she had to wait.
 
Today she had taken the shortest route, through a section of 
town that she would usually avoid. Today their was no choice.
 
 she thought. 
 
The drivers side door opened, the seat belt rose and a large man 
carrying a gym bag said, "MOVE OVER BITCH!"
 
He punctuated his command by pushing her over onto the passenger 
seat floor. He got in and placed his bag on the seat between 
them.
 
"Get out of my car, or I will scream...." she began indignantly, as 
she tried to get back up onto the passengers seat.
 
He reached over and casually slapped her back down to the floor, 
and drove the car to a deserted industrial parking lot in the next 
block. There he stopped the car and turned to a silent subdued 
Annie.
 
Her head hurt. She was frightened and thought it best now to 
just RUN!! 
 
She had reached for the door and was about to open it and jump 
out. Something cold, metallic and sharp touched her temple. She 
froze. Warily she perceived the raiser  sharp knife was so close 
to her face.  She stopped everything including breathing. 
 
"Now we got to come to an understanding here, BITCH." He began, 
"You are going to do everything that I tell you from now on or I 
will fix it so that, no man, or woman, will ever look at you again 
with out getting sick." He had the sharp knife now lowered to her 
soft white throat. "Is that understood? BITCH!"
 
She could not speak. With wide eyes, she could only carefully shake 
her head. This brought another slap from her tormentor.
 
"I can't hear you rattle you dumb bitch. So I will know that I 
have your attention and cooperation I want you to answer me. 
and answer me respectfully, too bitch!" he said. 
 
"Y  Y  Yes...Sir" she uttered. She was scared, more scared than 
any time in her life. She had never been hit and it was sure that 
this man meant business. She would do anything he wanted.
 
"Now to show you understand me, let's try some obedience. Take 
off the skirt, slip, and panties. That way I can be sure you 
understand and will obey me. You will also be less willing to 
jump out bare ass." he said.
 
"Please I'll give you money... the car... anything else but not 
that." she cried.
 
"Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way, BITCH. I can 
beat you and tear off your clothes. Then you will have nothing to 
wear when I'm through with you. Or you do as I say and save the 
clothes, and a lot on wear and tear on your hide. Your choice." 
he said.
 
He grabbed her hair and pulled up her head and raised his fist  
preparing to smash her in the face.
 
"No! No! Please I will do it. Please sir.." she cried. Scared as she 
was she saw no other way...
 
She reached down to unbutton her skirt, and she strained her neck 
as he still held her hair. She slipped her skirt and slip down 
and looked up pleading with him. 
 
"The panties too, BITCH NOW!!" he said and drew back his fist
again.
 
She was crying now but she managed to slipped the panties over her 
protruding ass and then ,with the rest, off her legs. Reluctantly her 
hands gave the now useless garments to him. She then lowered them 
to cover her now bear loins and precious pubic hair.
 
"I've done what you wanted. Now here take my purse. Take the car, 
but let me go. Please. I won't tell. Please just let me go.." she cried.
 
He through the purse and her precious clothes into the back seat 
and said,
 
"That mouth is annoying. I think it will stop it up for now." He 
reached into his bag and took out a large rubber plug, shaped like 
a big black penis, with a web of leather straps attached to it.
 
He forced it into her mouth by grabbing her hair, twisting, and 
when she opened her mouth to scream, shoving it deep into her 
mouth.
 
She reached up to fight it, and stopped when he asked.
 
"You want to fight about it?? BITCH!"
 
This cowed her. Choking on the thing in her mouth, she 
lowered her hands and let him arrange and tightened the straps around
her head. This forced the prod deeper into her mouth and secured it in
her oral cavity. The prod kept her mouth wide open and filled. Satisfied 
with the arrangement, he reached into his bag and took out a padlock. 
Secured it to the straps so they were locked. A metallic click announced 
to her that the thing on her head and in her mouth was there till he 
wanted to removed it with a key.
 
He reached back into his bag and came up with two sets of shinny
handcuffs. 
 
He stretched down and trapped her feet with the first pair, securing 
her ankles together.
 
"OK Now, hands behind your back bitch and no stalling or we do it 
the hard way." he said.
 
Reluctantly she did as she was told. What choice did she have? Now 
she was totally helpless and trusted up like a turkey for the pot. (Little 
did she know how right she was.)
 
He reached onto her blouse, fished around till he found her right nipple, 
and squeezed it hard. She tried to scream but only a gurgling sound 
came out. The gag effectively muted her sound of distress.
 
"Always have to test that it's in right. Now I think that those tits 
would feel much better out in the air." he said. "Don't you?"
 
With that he held her by the throat and tore off her blouse and 
bra. In a short time her tits were displayed in all their soft whitness for 
his inspection, along with all the rest of her body.
 
"Kneel up and let me see if your tits are good enough to warrant 
staying on that frame, or should I just cut them off??" he asked. 
tracing them with the knife.
 
Cringing from his comment and threat she straightened to his 
gaze. He fingered her tits, squeezed them and weighed them. Then
lowered his hand to her pubic bone. His hand roamed her soft under
belly for a time. Then he pulled some pubic hair and compared it to 
her other.
 
"I should have gotten a younger one but maybe the boys will like 
a motherly whore for a change. Now put your head down to the seat 
and get all the rest you can. You will need it for the party 
tonight. If you know what is good for you, you will be the best 
PARTY ANIMAL that you can be, or it will be really bad."
 
What the hell did he mean? She was no whore. What the hell was a 
PARTY ANIMAL?? This can not be happening to me. Where is he 
taking me? 
 
Through the long ride she hopped that someone would stop them and 
rescue her. Or did she really want someone to see her like this??



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