Gynophagia Chronicles: Samantha (Story) by luiscypher

Part 1: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … arlie.html Part 2: http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … ianni.html Tease: [quote:24xnh1bk]The small black attendant finished her conspiratorial interaction with the tall blonde and began moving down the aisle with her drink cart. She was full hour early, as the flight had just leveled off. Drinks were never served on North Sky Train cross continent flights till they had been at altitude for at least sixty minutes. He could see the other section stewardess scowl as the tall blonde spoke with her, obviously, telling her to give cover by running her own cart down the aisles in coach. On her way toward his row, he abandoned his attention to the Times and simply faked it. Instead, he observed the stewardess’ sideways glances at him as she spoke to each of her charges by name, flashing her sweet, bright smile and professional politeness. The man next to him, who he had intentionally ignored, unfastened his seatbelt and shifted to pull out his wallet. Luckily, a seat separated them in this not quite full plane. “Hello Mr. Acres,” said the flight attendant to the big balding salesman as she arrived. “Hello Mr. Colvert,” she called him by the name on his ticket, the one on the National ID Card he carried. Her nametag said “Lena 0038” in big black letters on a bronze tag. Below it, in much smaller letters it said ‘bid @ northskytrain.trans’. “Can I serve you gentlemen any refreshments?” “Yeah,” said Acres. “Rum’n’coke.” “Scotch,” Colvert said. “Neat.” Lena smiled sweetly and poured the drinks. Colvert took the opportunity to observe the head stewardess, who was trying very hard to remain discrete as she observed Lena’s progress. The uniform was quite modest for a flight that went to the west coast. It consisted of a lavender vest and skirt with matching pumps and hair band, and a crisp white blouse. However, the stewardesses wore that blouse open to below the vests buttons, advertizing what cleavage they were able to show. Lena made a good showing of her own cleavage, leaning in as she gave Mr. Acres his drink and giving Colvert a full view down her blouse.[/quote:24xnh1bk]

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Part 3 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … antha.html Part 4 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … ianni.html [quote:15julbhd]It was a fifteen minute walk to the Franklin Highschool main gate from our door. Summer was supposedly waning, but you wouldn’t know it on this day. 7:30 a.m. and 85°F. It never got cold in this area till late October. We always walked in this order: Jenna at the curb, Gracie in the middle, me on the inside. Not that Gracie needed our protection, more that we, Jenna and I, needed hers, from eachother. “I think Mom’s a lesbian,” Jenna blurted half a block from home. “She is not!” I instantly protested. “Did you know she has a whole collection of Playpens in her room?” “Yes,” I said. “As a matter of fact I did. So what?” “I saw her touching herself reading one!” “Jenna! I swear you are such an idiot!” I snorted. “You did not!” “Hi guys!” Sloan Harding called out from across the street as she led her sister Michaela and Rebecca Golding toward us. The Harding girls had that sultry Anglo-Hispanic allure only found in girls whose parents were of different heritage. Dark hair, nearly white, but brown skin in a curvy package. Boys drooled around them. Rebecca was another story. She stood 5’9” and was one of those Jewish girls who’s Jewishness was instantly apparent. If it was possible, Becca’s hair was even more unruly than mine had been. It flared out in thick curls sloping over and camouflaging her shoulders. “Becca,” Jenna said. “Have you been trading hair secrets with Sam again?”’ “Oh stop!” I said. “Sam’s hair looks fine!” Becca protested. “Yeah, only after she conned our mother into fixing it for her.” “Hi guys!” Gracie said to the newcomers, trying to sound cheerful. The three new arrivals formed around Gracie and started the gossip train going. Solange Becker stole Fiona Dixon’s boyfriend. Did you know Sylvia Manning’s mom reads Playpen? “So does…” Gracie started. “That doesn’t mean she’s gay!” Jenna interrupted. I rolled my eyes.[/quote:15julbhd]

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Part 5 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … antha.html Part 6 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … ianni.html [quote:1a0rkpky]“Senior boys,” Miss Farmer called as soon as the post grads were inside. “Home room is 105 with Miss Washington. In you go!” There were groans. Miss Washington was a take-nothing from anyone woman from Louisiana. Her Creole heritage gave her an aire of down home authority boys responded to. Eric had loved her. “Ladies,” Miss Farmer finally deigned to speak to us. “This year’s senior teachers are: Miss Masters… Miss Emerson… and… Me! Till we can break in a new teacher some of you will be my personal slaves who I shall torture at my pleasure,” she joked. It was funny, and we did laugh… nervously. “Assignments as follows…” “Please Miss Emerson, Please Miss Emerson, Please Miss Emerson…” Sloan Harding was chanting in whispers, eyes squinted shut and fingers crossed on both hands. “Why Miss Emerson?” I asked her. “Because Miss Masters and Miss Farmer are lesbians!” I rolled my eyes. I was in the first group with Gracie, Sloan, Rebecca Golding and Andrea Yates. The latter had been pestering Jenna to hook her up with Eric. “You girls are in room 208 with Miss Masters. In you go!” Sloan was cursing all the way up the steps. “Hello, Miss Masters,” we all said as sweetly as possible, even Sloan, which made me want to hurl, as we passed Miss Masters on the front landing. It was, officially, our first classroom day. We each deposited our purses and PDAs into the tiny lockers and headed down to the gymnasium lock room to get changed for morning warm ups. It was nice to be first in line at the shower for once, save that Sloan shared the head with me. “God,” she said as we slipped on our wet bathing suits. “Now she’s going to be looking at me all year!” “Not necessarily,” I said. “Maybe you’ll get culled.” Becca, behind Sloan, laughed hysterically at that.[/quote:1a0rkpky]

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Part 7 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … antha.html Part 8 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … ianni.html Part 9 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … antha.html Part 10 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … -Glen.html [quote:1egxdcqk]“So you do serve food here,” Gianni said. “Like I said,” Johnny said. “I served up the first singer a month ago. But dinner is only available on the balcony, and only to VIPs. We don’t advertize this either, it’s only word of mouth. In the far corner, a bald man with horn rimmed glasses was speaking to several waitresses in a thick Cockney accent. “If any of the actors comes near ya, ya might be the one,” Victor was saying. “So just do wot comes naturally. Be as scared as you would be… if you’re not, act it. Rememba, the actors pick who gets it. So be nice to them. Off with ye.” The girls began to disperse, save one. A petite brunette with big brown eyes approached Johnny. “Johnny, is…” Johnny grabbed the girl by the throat and pushed her up against the wall. “Never, ever call me by my first name in this club again! Do it and I’ll cull you so fast you won’t know what hit you! Got it?” The terrified girl nodded. “Now do your job,” he said evenly, letting her go so she could scurry away.[/quote:1egxdcqk]

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Part 11 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … antha.html Part 12 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … ianni.html Part 13 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … antha.html Part 14 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … ianni.html [quote:nnofsz7g]The professor made a show of running the table in silence, then ran it again, claiming both of Miss Philips High Heeled pumps. “So,” the professor said as he racked again for Mr. Philips. “When is the wedding?” Philips looked up, scowling. “Oh, come now,” said the Professor. “I’m trying to help you, sir. You’ll have much reason to celebrate if you win! It’s all about incentive. Incentive makes for good competition, don’t you think?” “The wedding,” Philips began. “Is on Saturday.” The break sank the fifteen and the two. “The boy is the son of an old client.” The six sank. “Richard Betcher.” “Ah,” said the Professor. “The real estate mogul? I’ve heard of him.” “Yes,” the seven fell. “His son, Steven, has been, so I’m told, in love with Britney since he was twelve,” down went the three, “and she was eight.” The four sank. “We caught them playing doctor about a year later.” In went the five. “We never thought it would go far beyond that.” The one sank. “But it turned,” the six disappeared. “Eight in the corner. Anyway, it turned into a real romance.” He shot, and sank the eight ball. “That’s lovely,” said the Professor. “The story or the game?” “Both, I think,” said the professor. “You see? When your remember your priorities things work out.” Philips racked. “They say,” the professor shot, broke, and sank the eleven. “That a man’s refuge his,” fifteen, “his son,” nine, “but,” ten, “a man’s salvation” fourteen, “is his daughter,” thirteen, “I tend to,” twelve, “think that sons are,” eight, “both salvation and refuge. Daughters are a bit of a burden.” “Whatever you say,” said Mr. Philips. He looked back at Gianni “May I have another drink?” The Professor racked again. He put his cue tip to Britney Philips crotch. “Those are mine,” he smiled. “Daddy!” the water works were flowing now, as Britney Philips uttered the first words Gianni had heard from her. He hoped the whininess in her voice was not typical. If it was, he couldn’t understand how Mr. Philips could possibly have tolerated such a child. Philips closed his eyes. “Take them off,” he told his daughter. When she started to protest he snapped: “Take them off!” Hesitantly, the girl slipped the garment past her thighs revealing a very neatly cropped blonde carpet waxed at the edges, but still flowing below her crotch. She sobbed as she pushed the garment past her knees where they fell away. Philips choked on the break, giving the professor leave to run the table again. The professor claimed a stocking, then the other. “Just one win,” the professor said when he’d racked again. “That’s seventy five percent odds at this point, Mr. Philips. They’re in your favor.” Philips shot hard, sinking the three, four and eight. The professor shook his head. “How unfortunate,” he said. He put his cue to Britney’s right breast. “That’s mine.” Britney hugged herself and shook her head. “But he got balls in!” “Mr. Philips, have you not explained how the game of eight-ball is played? You might enlighten the poor girl as to how you just lost.” Philips was breathless. “I scratched.” “What?” Britney asked incredulously. “I sank the eight ball without calling it. I lost.” Her whole body was shaking. Gianni almost felt sorry for her. Otherwise she remained frozen, not moving at all. “Your daughter is forfeiting,” said the Professor.[/quote:nnofsz7g]

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Part 15 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … antha.html Part 16 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … ianni.html Part 17 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … antha.html Part 18 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … aBlue.html [quote:3ud3tnm9]Astrid made a face as she resumed her seat, but the lights flickered and her mother made a show of not having seen it. Drinks arrived for us delivered by the blonde waitress with the bob cut. She put a doe-shake in front of me. “I had it spiked with a little Crème De Mint. Try it.” I did in the darkening gloom. It was delightful! Drums suddenly thundered once again. When the lights came up, the king was on his throne with his skeleton painted warriors dancing around him. Mr. DeCrux was once again at his side with the shaman opposite. The female dancers were lined up on either side of him, dancing in place. Behind them, dozens, it seemed, of very authentic looking tribe’s people, mostly women and children, looked on, some dancing to the drums as well. Up front and center Peggy was brought, still naked, even more so now, flanked by the two warriors. Between her legs her skin was newly bare and pink from waxing. The shaman danced out in front of Peggy, terrorizing her with the phallus capped staff. The woman’s fleshy parts rippled as she quivered. Two more of the male dancers ran in, stopping the drums, and kowtowed before the king, talking emphatically in their own language. The king spoke to DeCrux, who nodded gravely. “I’m terribly sorry, Peggy, dear,” DeCrux informed. “But it would seem Danny has been taken by the Jungle Queen. She has claimed him as her own, so I’m afraid you must be sacrificed to bless the gift to her…” Peggy’s legs momentarily failed, but her two flanking captors caught her and turned her to face the audience as music began to play.[/quote:3ud3tnm9]

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Part 19 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … antha.html Part 20 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … abeth.html Part 21 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … ianni.html Part 22 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … -Glen.html [quote:3hvbj114]“May I have this dance?” someone asked me. “Mr. DeSilva!” I said, surprised, almost shocked to see his face here. “Johnny, please, Samantha. Shall we?” He was a good dancer. Possibly the Michael’s equal. He spun me twice before he addressed me again. “You show up in the most interesting places,” he said with his dangerous looking smile. “If I didn’t know better, and maybe I don’t, that would make you a little dangerous.” “My father works for Jake Tucker,” I said. “Daddy was Jake’s best man.” “I see,” he continued his wolfish smile. “I guess I know now what those floral designs were for. I was more than a little curious when I noticed them on Friday.” I rolled my eyes. “You never did say anything. All you had to do was ask.” “I enjoyed the mystery.” “What brings you here, Mr. … Johnny?” “My own father and Martin Tucker go way back. He couldn’t make it. He lives in São Paolo, Brazil. So I came to pay my respects,” he paused. “I liked that little piece you wrote on the club. You did us proud, so I guess I owe you my thanks.” “I was inspired by a little muse,” I said, thinking of Danny. “I see,” he frowned. “But thank you all the same.” “You’re welcome.” He dipped me, then spun me and flung me back into his arms. “I got a call from Michael on Saturday morning.” “How is he?” “He was angry, and made that quite clear. He tells me I better keep Mr. Crack and my other associates off of you. Having had not one clue what he was talking about, I called Mr. Crack. It seems he told you to give me a message which you failed to deliver.” “It wasn’t my business.” “Is that so?” “No, it was not,” I said. “And Michael said he’d take care of it.” “Did he, now? Well, Michael, not his real name, by the way, did no such thing. You should know you’re not the first pretty girl to fall under Michael’s spell, and you certainly won’t be the last. How is our mutual friend the good congressman?” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “You’re a gifted liar, Miss Wells. I suppose that’ll serve you well in your chosen profession, assuming you live long enough to make a name for yourself.” “What do you want from me, Mr. DeSilva?” “Just this: you asked Martha Carrington for contact information for Marcus Jackson. I want to know exactly what you told Jackson. Play it straight with me and we can be friends again. Believe me Samantha; you want me as a friend.”[/quote:3hvbj114]

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Part 23 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … antha.html Part 24 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … ianni.html Part 25 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … antha.html Part 26 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … abeth.html [quote:2uw1gh6j]“Out of your suits,” Miss Bauer said, and she waved a clip board, two yellow tags on it. “Culling orders.” I froze. Sloan began to sob. “Come on, we haven’t got much time. Let’s get into the showers and enjoy them while we do. Now, out of those suits… I said NOW!” I pealed off my suit weeping, as Sloan sobbed. Miss Bauer pealed off her gym shorts, kicked and sports bra, all she’d worn, to reveal her stocky nakedness. Her breasts were not large, but they did have weight, and her bottom was solid and round as she turned from us. Her broad back gave her waist a slender look from behind when she was naked that was not visible clothed. In the shower, Miss Bauer went to a shower head and began bathing. “Ladies, let’s go!” Miss Bauer hollared at us. I slid under a shower head myself and let the cold water wash over me, goose pimples forming on my skin. I kept my eyes closed, trying to enjoy the sensation of the water, cold as it was while Sloan whimpered under her own. I simply accepted it. I resigned. I was going to the kitchen in the nude to be dismembered and served to the jocks. As I began soaping up, a pair of hands lighted upon my back and began soaping me. I looked over my shoulder expecting to see Sloan, but, saw Miss Bauer instead. She was weeping as she caressed me. The warmth of her hands luxurious on my skin I forced a smile and let her. If she wanted to enjoy touching me, I was fine with that. Who was I to say no? And her hands felt so good. They made their way under my breasts and I raised my arms to let her cup them. I had never had my breasts cupped before, and to this day, it’s one of my favourite things to have done to me. But I was frozen as well. I was unable to move as she caressed my small boobs and teased my nipples. I was experiencing fear as I never had before and it was completely erotic to me.[/quote:2uw1gh6j]

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Part 27 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … antha.html Part 28 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … -Glen.html Part 29 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … antha.html Part 30 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … ianni.html [quote:2wqts662]They wanted to know everything. It was as if we were having a gossip session about a date with a boy after the fact. The questions came fast and furious with me giving short responses: Yes. No. It was okay. I was comfortable. Shariah was very professional. “Wow,” Miss Masters said. “I can’t believe we have a real playmate at our school!” “I’m not a playmate,” I said. Yeah, right! Uhuh! Whatever you say, Sam! They told me. “You forget,” Miss Emerson said. “We’ve all seen you naked.” “You have?” I was a little shocked. Of course they had. I’d showered in front of them so many times I couldn’t count. I’d seen every single teacher come through the showers when I was freezing under the cold water over the last month and all through last year. Maybe it was that they noticed me naked. “No,” Lisa said. “We shut our eyes and risk breaking our necks in the shower room just so you can have your privacy. Don’t be stupid.” She took my ankle and raised it till my foot rested in her lap. Then she drew off my shoe, and rolled my ankle sock off. “You don’t paint your toenails,” Lisa noted. I never painted my nails. I hadn’t done that since I was twelve. I had no patience for it. That’s probably why I neglected my hair for so long. All these things occurred to me as Lisa began massaging my bare foot, and Miss Emerson took charge of the other, pulling that shoe off. I was pinned between Miss Farmer and Miss Masters, with my legs out and parted. I’m sure Lisa and Miss Emerson could see up my skirt, and I smoothed it so it dipped between my legs. “I hope I get to see you become a playmate,” Miss Farmer said. “I wouldn’t get my hopes up,” I said. “I seriously doubt they’ll pick me.” “Oh,” Miss Master’s said. “They’ll pick you! Do yo have any idea how beautiful your body is? How desired you are?” “Me?” I was incredulous. In my heart of hearts I knew there was no way she could be doing anything but trying to build my confidence. My feeling was that it was a very sweet gesture. My blouse was almost completely open before I noticed Miss Masters working the buttons. My arms instinctively came up, but Miss Farmer urged them back down, and slipped her hand inside my blouse, undoing my bra as Miss Masters finished with the buttons. Lisa and Miss Emerson had begun caressing my calves, and my head was swimming, not at all understanding what was happening. Both Miss Farmer and Miss Masters were fingering my breasts. They were now fully exposed. Lisa and Miss Emerson’s hands were caressing the insides of my thighs and moving up. When I felt fingers at my nethers I almost leaped out of my chair. I certainly squealed. “Shh,” Miss Farmer said. “It’s all right.” “It’s okay, Samantha,” Miss Masters said. “We just want to thank you for what you did for Pat. Miss Bauer.”[/quote:2wqts662]

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Part 31 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … arlie.html

Part 32 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … ianni.html

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[quote:1pxna6n0]Daddy was waiting for me when I emerged. He put his hand on my back and guided me down the hall. We came to a door and Daddy put his hand on it, stopped and looked at me. “Mrs. Khan is in there with you’re mother,” Daddy said. I looked at him and cocked my head. “Is something wrong?” I asked. When he did not answer for a moment I asked again. “Daddy? Is something wrong?” “That depends on you,” Daddy said mysteriously. “Fatima and your mother… well, they’re hoping for something from you. Your mother loves you, Samantha. My wife loves you very, very much. I love you. If you…. I’ll wait out here for a while. If everything is okay, stay. If nothing is, come talk to me. Al right?” He was looking at me with those hazel eyes a bit wider than I’d ever seen them. “Daddy, please tell me what’s wrong?” “I hope nothing is. I really do hope nothing is wrong.” Daddy pushed the door open for me and I went in. There was a curtain hanging forming a tiny foyer. I went through it, and my eyes went wild at what I saw. My heart pounded in my chest and I had trouble catching my breath. All my senses engaged with electrical tingles shooting up and down my body. Mom’s skin looked so creamy under Fatima’s bronze flesh…[/quote:1pxna6n0]

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Two new chapters posted:

Part 34 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … abeth.html

Part 35 http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Luis … antha.html