From stories past you may recall reading some of Darla Minks’ adventures at Swenson Manor. In the event you are unaware of her adventures let me provide you a brief overview of the circumstances of her very first visit.
It is important to understand Swenson Manor, a palatial estate by anyone’s estimation, is a unique place and the site for some of the most sexually depraved parties held in this part of the country. It was to such a party that Darla was forced to attend by her husband; a man best described as a smuck who was not worthy of feasting upon her feces predicated on the manner in which he had treated her for their entire married life. From the time they met until this party the terms strait laced were an apt description of Darla. Conservative in every aspect of her life she came to her wedding bed a virgin. Prior to that night her future husband was attentive and caring, but his true nature as an insensitive boor emerged, and from that time onward made sex for Darla an unfulfilling and at times a very painful nightmare.
His idea of sex with Darla was a monthly hump in the “wam bam thank you mam” style. He got on, got off, and got away to more pleasurable adventures. You must understand Hubby simply serviced his wife to maintain his control over her; she did not know better, and was an easy prey. Hubby reserved the fun aspects of fucking the others he took to his bed. Sex with them was much different, and it was through his reputation of skill with other women that he came to receive one of the coveted green envelopes bearing an invitation to a Swenson Manor party.
Hubby, for whatever unthought-of reason forced his wife to attend. As Darla was there under duress she had a miserable time until encountering a delightful young lady named Nancy Jones. This inquisitive, insightful, naked woman approached Darla, and in a very direct manner queried why anyone was still wearing clothes at party such as this. Darla turned to face her inquisitor, detected a caring demeanor, and as if a plug was removed from a dam poured out her story. Among the information were tidbits such as how she thought sex was simply for making babies, a wife’s duty, and not meant for fun or pleasure.
At the end of Darla’s outpouring Nancy queried: “You learned that wife’s duty crap from your mother didn’t you? Look around you, and then let me pose a question. Look at all the people. Do you think they are acting the way they are acting because sex is boring and painful?” Nancy paused, looked directly into Darla’s eyes, and then continued: “If you still think that is true I suggest you rethink the issue. From your story I understand you have not had any good examples, but I beg of you to please believe me when I say sex is fun and it should make you feel wonderful!” After a pause to allow her words to sink in a bit she further asked: “Darla, would you care to investigate another side of sex; a side you have not seen? Before you answer you should ask if you are you willing to open your mind, to look around you without bias or recrimination, to see without judgment, and to consider if you are willing to experience some different aspects of sex?”
Darla thought for a moment, considered what she was witnessing now with her eyes as opposed to what she had held true all her life then she agreed to accept Nancy as her guide. Before the party ended Darla developed a new and pleasing awareness about sex with men, women, and a few animals. That awakening, while certainly delightful and the gateway to future experiences, was not the highlight of her evening. The highlight was the unexpected, but so very delightful opportunity to extract some revenge on the piece of feces she had in the past referred to as her husband.
By chance, early on Saturday morning, Darla and Nancy spied Hubby passed out on the lawn in a drunken stupor. Working together they dragged him to, and placed him over a specially adapted padded sawhorse complete with binding rings for hands and feet. They secured his extremities, placed a ball-gag in his mouth, and then paused to create a sign advertising his ass for use by one and all. However, before they displayed the sign Darla, under Nancy’s guidance, meted out a small, but very appropriate measure of the revenge she would ultimately extract.
For Hubby to experience the full effect of what was to come it was necessary to arouse the man to a level of consciousness. This was achieved by dousing him with several buckets of cold water. He spewed, sputtered, and struggled until Darla grabbed him by his hair and lifted his head up so she could speak to him. Then in a very uncharacteristic (non subservient) manner she said: “You sir are not but a pile of elephant dung (In other words a piece of shit.) It is time for you to experience treatment appropriate to your true nature. In simple terms that even you can understand it is payback time. Your life has changed and you do not even know it yet, but you will.” Darla stepped away to allow free swing of her arm as she slapped the man’s face. “Listen very carefully to what I will say next. When this party is over someone will release your bonds. When that happens, if you can still walk, I suggest you move very quickly because anything of yours left in MY house by Monday sundown is going into the garbage where you belong. All that day you will have the house to yourself all day because am meeting with an attorney to file for divorce.” Darla paused, and then in language he had never before heard emit from her mouth continued: “I want to thank you for making me come tonight. Because of you I have learned a few lessons you probably did not want me to learn. One lesson is some guys enjoy getting fucked in the ass. I hope you are not one of them. I hope you hate it every time someone shoves something up your shit chute. I hope you hate it as much as I hated your pathetic cock my pussy when it was dry. …….. And guess what, I am the first who is going fuck you?”
Hubby’s eyes grew big in fear as Darla said the words. They grew even larger when he saw the huge strap-on dildoe Nancy handed to Darla. It was nearly the largest one available at the manor. Darla, while standing where Hubby could see, strapped it to her loins then move behind him and without benefit of any lubricant plunged the shaft into his ass. Only the blood from his ruptured vessels served to later ease the passage. His gag prevented a loud outburst, but it was possible to imagine his discomfort from bulging veins on his neck, the red face, the writhing of his body, and the limited noise he was able emit. Darla forced the fake dick into the resistant asshole repeatedly each time relishing the revenge she was extracting. In and out she plunged until at last there was no more resistance. When she tired of her fun she withdrew the fake cock from Hubby’s ass, walked to his face, jerked his head up, and rubbed the shit and blood-covered phallus under his nose. She would have forced it into his mouth, but the ball gag prevented such a pleasurable action.
Darla then reintroduced Hubby to Nancy, and invited her to partake of her husband’s ass. In response to this gracious invitation Nancy displayed to Hubby the manly member she had elected to employ; this was the largest strap-on dildoe they could find. Its passage into the waiting rectum was easier due to the previous assault, but nonetheless stretched asshole’s asshole to new extremes.
When the ladies were through with Hubby’s ass it was fully stretched, bleeding, and ready for the next visitor. They displayed their sign and Hubby spent the next 34 hours bent over the sawhorse taking phalluses, real and fake, as well as an occasional fist. An unexpected development was Hubby came to objects up his ass. He would pay for the privilege of having someone fuck his ass with anything, anytime, and anywhere.
That weekend at Swenson Manor was awakening, and served as a new beginning for Darla. With her new awareness of what life and sex was about, accompanied by a very sizeable settlement from her divorce on which she could live comfortably for the remainder of her life, Darla set forth to explore. On many occasions she attended parties at Swenson Manor always assuming the role of an enthusiastic and adventuresome participant. She tried anything and everything with anybody and everybody. It was at one of those parties that Darla’s life took another sudden and unexpected twist.
The annual New Years Eve party at Swenson Manor was always a costume affair lasting several days. The hosts provided costumes that were designed to allow ready access to breasts, genitals, and ass of the wearer. If one did not desire to wear a full costume an alternate solution was to go nude while wearing some type of facemask. Do keep in mind the primary objective of these parties was sexual enjoyment. At the particular party in question Darla donned the costume she wore to her very first such party: She went as Victoria, the white cat from “Cats.” The costume was tight, alluring, and made her body parts perfectly accessible. The one drawback of the costume was a muffling of sound as it covered her entire head.
Darla, who came alone, was unaccompanied as she walked down the grand staircase, but as she reached the bottom step several male and female admirers gathered around. She acknowledged them, but moved on to greet Paula and John Swenson, the hosts.
