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Kidnapped Debutante Chapter 9: Taking a Bath
Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack! Whoosh! Smack!
“AAAARRRRGGGGEEEEAAAAGGGGEEE!”
THUD!
Wendy was blasted off of her wobbly legs by the savage blows of the electrical wire across her battered breasts.
“Get the fuck up and put those personal dildos where they belong Twat!” Roared the gray-haired woman.
The brutalized sixteen-year-old struggled back up onto her wobbly legs. Once standing she stoop over, spread her legs and jammed her fisted hands inside her body. Her hands easily penetrated her gapping, jism slick vagina and rectum. Without being told Wendy started to rapidly pump her imbedded fists up and down within her well reamed-out holes.
The gray-haired woman let out a deep robust belly laugh as she watch the rich prissy teen fist fuck herself. “Go get your pail and bring it back here! PRONTO!”
Wendy took off as fast as her wobbly legs would carry her to where she has left the tin pail. She bent over at the waist and grasped the pail's handle with her back teeth then clamped her mouth closed.
After sitting out in the blazing summer sun for over two hours had caused the already foul smelling contents to ripen considerably. The stench that wafted up out of the pail caused the tortured teen to once again fight down the urge to vomit as she scurried back to the gray-haired woman.
Twat, you are one dirty harlot. Standing there with nothing on but spunk. What do you say to a nice bath?” Giggled the gray-haired woman.
‘Bath' the word never sounded so wonderful, Wendy would love to wash off the multiple layers of spunk that coated every square inch of her body. However the sadistic grin plastered across the gray-haired woman's face caused the distraught teen to shuddered with fear and dread. Was the gray-haired woman planning to drown her?
“Well Twat, do you want to clean that sleazy body or not?” snickered the gray-haired woman.
Mumbling around the tin pail's loop handle that she was clamping onto with her teeth Wendy whimpered, “Yes I would like to get clean.”
“Very well then Twat you may put your slop pail down.”
Still pumping her fists up and down in her slimy holes Wendy bent over at the waist and sat the pail down on the dirt road between herself and the gray-haired woman. She released her grip on the loop handle then straiten back up to her stooped stance.
“Twat you may stop playing with yourself.”
Wendy sighed as she stopped pumping her fists up and down but left them buried within her.
“Squat!”
Wendy instantly complied with the command.
“Pop them personal dildos out of them fuck holes.”
Wendy happily removed her fisted hands from her gapping vagina and rectum.
“Now Twat we need to use your pail to get you clean. So use your personal dildos to scoop up your turds
Though it disgusted her to do so Wendy dipped her spunk covered slimy hand into the tin pail and scooped up a long pasty piece of her own excrement that was floating in her piss.
“Now Twat you may use your personal dildos to scrub my son's spunk off your fifthly pie-hole using your personal soap.”
Wendy stared up at the gray-haired woman in total disbelief. She must have heard wrong. Surely the gray-haired woman didn't want her to scrub her face with her own feces. No one could be that depraved.
“Twat you either use your personal soap to clean that fifthly pie-hole or I'll use this… (WOOSH!) …to clean it for you.
Wendy shuddered to the core from fear as the electrical wire sang as it sliced the air within inches from her jism crusted face. There was no doubt in the teenager's mind that the gray-haired woman would use that dreaded electrical wire to beat her face. And knowing how the wire had welted her breasts, back and rump Wendy wanted to avoid the scaring of her face no mater the cost. With utter revulsion the squatting, spunk encrusted sixteen-year-old lifted her cupped, shit filled hands to her jism coated face. As if she was using her favorite facial scrub Wendy begin to vigorously scrub her jism coated face with her own shit.
The gray-haired woman burst out laughing as she watched the high society teen squatting nude, covered with her son's spunk and scrubbing her face with her own shit. It was too wild to believe. Fifteen minutes later the gray-haired woman snapped through a giggling fit, “Twat, get more of your personal soap.”
Wendy dipped her hands back into the pail and scooped up the rest of her shit then return to her facial scrub.
After watching the sixteen-year-old scrub her face with crap for another fifteen minutes the gray-haired woman guffaw, “Rinse time, Twat. Pore your personal toilette (hee, hee, hee) water over your head.
The dejected stopped scrubbing shit into her face. She picked up the pail and poured her piss over her head. The yellow-brownish piss cascaded down her long, spunk soaked hair, down her shit plastered face, and down her spunk crusted body to pool on the ground beneath her nude squatting body to join the large pool of sperm that had leached from her gapping pussy and shitter.
Though the piss did rinse of some of the spunk and shit that encapsulated the young teenager most of it still clung to her. The so call bath had done nothing other to further humiliate Wendy.
“Twat, put your pail down.” Snickered the gray-haired woman.
Wendy complied.
“Now use your personal dildoes to mix up your personal toilette beneath you.”
Wendy reached between her splayed legs and used her shit caked hands to mix the piss, shit, jism that had drip from her body with the dirt from the road. After five minutes of squishing the goop into a semisolid paste the gray-haired woman snickered, “Twat make some toilette cakes and put them in to your pail.”
Wendy make three 4”X2”X 1” cakes out of the paste and put them into the tin pail as commanded.
“Twat put them personal dildos where they belong!” Snapped the gray-haired woman.
Wendy balled her hands and shoved them back into her gapping and slimy pussy and ass and instantly started pumping them up and down.
“Now Twat you just squat there playing with yourself while I get myself something to eat and a cool drink.”
Shuddering with fear the young teen continued to double fist fuck herself she watched the gray-haired woman walk towards the rundown dinner. Wendy figured that once the gray-haired woman was inside the dinner she would make another escape attempt. Wendy's legs twitched with expectation as the gray-haired woman climb the worn-out steps and onto the porch. Just before the gray-haired woman entered the dinner she stopped and turned around.
“Oh! Twat I forgot that you like to jackrabbit.” Giggled the gray-haired woman as she descended the dinner's steps. She went to the corner of the porch and picked up the free end of a chain that was secured to one of the porch's support beams. The long heavy chain snaked out as the gray-haired woman returned to the squatting, self fists fucking, cum crusted, shit face, piss drench, well fucked, sixteen-year-old.
What little hope of freedom Wendy had vanished in a puff of smoke as the gray-haired woman tightly warp the free end of the heavy chain around her slender neck. The dejected teen burst out in a soul shattering sobs as a padlock clicked closed through the links that encircled her neck.
“Jackrabbiting solved, hey Twat?” Snickered the gray-haired woman
“Yes.” Whimpered the distraught teen.
“Good.” Cackled the gray-haired woman.
Through tear clouded eyes the sobbing teen watched the gray-haired woman return to the rundown dinner. As before the gray-haired woman stopped just before entering the diner. She turnd back towards the squatting teen.
“Twat even though your jackrabbiting has been solved I want you to know that if you move one iota or stop playing with yourself off come your nippers.”
When the gray-haired woman disappeared into the dinner's interior Wendy shifted her eyes from the dinner's entrance to the post where the chain was fastened to. Coiled on the ground in front of the post laid at less another ten feet of chain.
The dejected teen didn't even try to test the strength of the chain or its actual length. Not wanting to lose her nipples she just remained squatting where she was double fist fucking herself with her own hands. As the day wore on she baked under the summer's blistering sun as the sobbing teen pumped her hands up and down within her pussy and ass over and over and over.
After eating the gray-haired woman picked up a sandwich size zip-lock bag that was filled with silver dust. She exited the back door, got into the truck and headed for the nearest town some forty miles away. She needed to get food for her and her son. And pick up some items for the teen squatting out front. Even it the teen tried to get away she was confident that the teen was limited to how far she could wander by the chain locked around her neck. After all that's how her abusive x-husband made sure that she wouldn't leave him when he left her alone. Yes Twat would be within fifty feet of the spot she had left her. And if the teen wasn't exactly in the same spot she would beat the teen's nipples as promise.
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