Dr Tom and Lisa

                                             Dr Tom and Lisa

                                    Chapter 7  Ida on top

                                             by roccodadom44

                                    roccodadom6969@yahoo.com

  Her mind was all over the place, Ida didnt know where to start. Lisa had given her orders to punish her son, tommy, Ida lived to please Lisa. The fiery Mexican needed sex, lots of it, loved to get sloppy, never passed up an opportunity to get some, but Lisa and Toms son was yucky, giggling at his lack of manhood, both penis wise and demeanor. As she watched him cleaning the toilet bowl with his toothbrush, she grimaced at his pasty white, pimple covered skin, his ugly face, loving the bruises, cuts all over him, mmmm, Mistress really was a goddess, sighed Ida, again, smiling on her good fortune, to end up here, in the loving arms of this regal couple, well, Ida knew a good deal when she saw one.

  It was Friday night and Ida had till Sunday to play with the dolt, she decided sex was out, she didnt see any reason to let his willy in her, it  wasnt going to do shit for her sloppy, well used hole, if she felt it at all. Better to reach into her violent self, oh yeah, Ida had lots of resentments with all the shit she had thrown at her, she could get down on it. He did his turtle routine, as Ida attacked him with her riding crop, giving him her all, spreading the hits around, letting him guess where next it would come, taunting his wimpiness, his lack of manhood, loved that her anger was real, she did want this fag hurting. Being a hands on girl, she got the sobbing coward up, he could not look at her, cagado, she towered over him, her heels five inches, she outweighed the creep, was stronger, when she told him they had to fight, he cried, he fucking cried. She felt the surge of power within, knew she was sucking the life from him,mmmm.

  Wow, he stood there hands down, Ida seething at his cowardice, knowing this shit stain had everything handed to him, everything but a backbone. Not one to idle, Ida went fist crazy, driving shots into the fuckers girlie body, he was gasping for air, bent over, her upper cut driving his head back hard, he was out cold, KO, no counting needed, faggy was asleep. Feeling deprived of a proper ass whooping, Ida decided he was a girl,well, Ida had imagination, could run with her ideas, didnt give a hoot what others thought, Tom and Lisa excluded, she cared deeply what they thought.

  His body was dainty enough to be girly, Ida shaved his legs, she made him stroke his tiny,she giggled that she remembered five year old kids with bigger penises, wow, even his balls, as she squeezed them hard, were comically tiny, Ida had held a few ball bags in her time, for sure. Shaving around his anus, she couldnt help probing with her fingers, watching him get excited, the fag, Dr Tom was right, she giggled, jr was a volteado. She got three fingers up his ass, his tiny was throbbing, his balls shrinking more, so his cock really did look like a clit, well, Ida had to.

  She left him there, on edge, got her favorite strap on, twelve inches, three inches around, it vibrated, had hard quarter inch nubs all over, she was gonna fuck him good,she did. He screamed at her violent dry plunge all the way home, a foot deep up his stink hole, he was bawling, but as she knew, she knew he knew, he was soon panting, dripping precum, ass trying to get more of what Ida was bringing, the little homo. Giggling at his begging her to stop, haha, she was going to fuck him insane, he had cum from her ass banging, but she wasnt inclined to stop, she had cum twice herself, not bad from such a sorry fuck. There was blood on the dildo, he was making cute noises, talking nonsensical, she figured she could now work him good, really get down to the pain of it.

  He willingly let her tie him with his hands over his head stretched tight, she tied each ankle to a post, he was comically spread, wide, arms taut, his toes touched the ground, if he crunched right. Ida went to have a smoke, didnt want to give jr any of her second hand smoke, yeah right, she wanted him to suffer alone, think bad thoughts, trouble himself, torture himself, wanted his brain crushed, wanted to take his soul. The smoke was soothing, her cunt was soaked, she dug ripping that losers ass up, it had been very hot, knowing Tom and Lisa preferred her, an orphaned, sexually abused, dark Mexican they had been given as a slave, over their own son, was quite ironic, she loved the way it all played out.

     From her at first, complete fear of Lisa, to coming to love her, really love her, want her to be her Mother, god, that was Idas deepest wish, to be Lisas daughter. She had always hated whitey on principal, all the whites she had come in contact with hurt her, really hurt her, but Lisa and Tom, and now Jen, had changed her mind, they all loved her, treated her as one of them, she still cleaned, cooked, served, got sexual abused, but she needed that, suspected that the others didnt want her to, just humored her, she figured she would outgrow it, knew Lisa wanted her to get married, that was profound in itself, pretty much explained why she loved Lisa so much.

   Going and checking on jr, he was covered in sweat, shifting his cramped legs like dancing a jig, taking comically deep breaths, as it is extremely hard to breath when stretched out like this, she knew from experience, giggling, she knew a lot about pain from first hand experience. Using Lisas bull whip, Ida played him along a highway of pain, leaving him covered in angry red, in places bloody, stripes, his gasping for air making him look spastic, nice. Getting him to agree to eat her shit, it wasnt hard to do, fag, as she squatted over the dog dish, in his line of sight, she produced a couple of healthy logs of caviar, spraying her piss all over it, bonus for the coward. First she undid his arms, with brute force bent his upper body backwards, as if he was doing the limbo, straddled his face, commanded that he clean her shitty anus, he did, of course, he did. Ida loved his sourpuss face, the shit on his tongue. Standing him up, like a rag doll, she held the bowl before his terrified eyes and ordered him to eat, he didnt even get half of it down, the puke was flying, Ida scurrying away, giggling at his sorry ass, dry heaving, gasping, cramping, crying, perfect.

   She had all night, she fed him bits and pieces, made him drink the piss/shit fluid, again, little steps, he kept it down, even a sorry ass like him could learn, this amused Ida to no end, she had turned jr into a shit eater,mmmmm. A little celebratory flogging seemed proper, Ida tore the fucker up, paying extra attention to his cramped calves, beating them black and blue, he was hanging by his wrists, straining his shoulders hard, as he swung his legs to avoid her assault. Finishing with a ball shot, that caused stinky to puke, piss, and shit, was peaches, Ida was content the fucker had enough for tonight. She cut him down, ordered him into her old dog cage, Lisa had caged Ida briefly when she first obtained her, faggy was secured for the night, Ida was tired, but wanted to write, her second passion, after all out sex, of course.

   Laying in the tub, covered in warm, bubbly water, pretending to sip her champagne, yuck, give her a diet Pepsi, plotting her story, letting her mind out of the stall, her term for running with ideas,she always got far, mined deep, passionate veins of words, worth gold, more than gold, spewed from her mind, she jotted outlines, key phrases, rememberances, later to sit and wordpad those scribblings into a literate story, something worth reading, something she felt proud to produce, her children they were, always part of her, she would never let go of them.

   Thinking how far she had come since arriving here at Lisa and Toms, not knowing English, being afraid of everyone and everything, disgusted with sex, with the losers who paid to use her, tiny dicked fumblers. Now she was strong, confident, happy, her mind free to explore her unique experiences, she safely basked in the love of her family, well, except jr, Ida giggling that she suspected his days were numbered as she had helped Lisa and Tom, and their quite wild friends, off losers before, she dug the real loathing of wimpy, it was thick in the air, the mutual want to destroy the loser.

    Laying on her twenty five hundred dollar foam mattress, laughing at the nights she slept on dirt, cuddling the soft as fantasy pillows, giggling at having used straw, yeah, real straw, as a pillow in her past, dark life. A bit amazed that this luxury freed her inner emotions to write so profoundly, so nonstop, wandering from one short story to a poem, to another story, instead of getting lazy, she became a writing dirvish, strange, but nice, loving that Lisa was going to get her published, she felt like a princess. Still scared to show her novel, a bit daunting, did she over word a short story, ramble, she would show it, fuck yeah, in her time, her way, content to have what she had now, at least thirty very good shorts, and scores of half asses, possible keepers, and wall slamming deadenders, fodder to be worked on lonely, rainy days, she mused. Now her clit wanted attention, Ida always made time for her clit.

   Thinking about all the wild sex she had since coming here, knowing her clit would throb best when she pictured the violence, how hot she got watching her Mistress, her Lisa, get after someone,mmmmm, she would go lez if Lisa said to, giggling she hoped that never happened, nothing finer than a fat cock working her snatch, Ida was right there, her finger tracing her clit, little circles, prolonging the release, like a dam, building the pressure, getting a little higher, using a finger to probe her sensitive anus, now, twisting her clit, pain to pleasure, her juice gushing, finger smearing it up her ass, bad girl, going blind from the cum, white out, her body a sweating, panting, heaving mess of emotions. Smiling, contently, knowing she would sleep deeply, peacefully, wanting a smoke more, she headed down stairs.

   Had to piss on jr, he deserved to wallow in her piss, that was fair, using his mouth as an ashtray, fun, he was beat, eyes squirrelly, heart racing, so sad, so funny, Ida chuckled, she really had no remorse for this fuck, considered herself a nice human, but, fuck this shit, he was born to his destino, it was out of her hands, it had to be, she smiled knowing he was dead man walking,mmmm, bye, bye faggy. Stabbing her cig out on his tongue, she left him caged, soaked in piss, mouth sour with ash, tongue burnt nicely, his broken body basted in her shit and piss,she heading to her princess bed, a night of luxury, comfort, peace, all the better to get after the strung out, on edge, frantic fag in the morn, pleasant dreams her ass.

    Waking rested and relaxed, smiled that she had never woke rested and safe once in her life before Lisa rescued her, she knew her energy level was going to be high, jr was gonna get her best shit, giggling at that play on words, loving the notion of toilet training the silly wimp. Wondering idly how far she could go with him, as she crept down the stairs, quietly into the bathroom, where stinkys cage was, smelled the piss, hers from the shower she gave him, his from being a piggy, decided to add to it. He was out, snoring like a bear, ass up in the air, face pressed against the hard bottom of the cage, turned towards the side, easy target. Loved his look of, first shock as the pee drenched him, then his obvious acceptance that it was all real, all his nightmares were in fact real time, ha ha. Undoing his cage, ordering him into the shower, making sure it was only cold, fuck him, making him use pine soil to scrub, stinky fucker, laughing at his shrinkage, pathetic fool. Having him fix her breakfast, simple toast and cereal, she knew he wasnt bright enough to really cook, she didnt want him dirtying her kitchen, her domain. The shower was nice, furthering her energy level, getting her mind involved, thinking silly ways to further break jr down, knowing she wanted to humiliate him in front of others, figured the mall would work, mmmm.

    Laughing at her devious mind, she made tommy boy dress fag nerd, tight white pants, red panties that showed through, pink crocks, showed off his candy apple red painted toe nails, hot pink girls blouse, Jonas Bros pink hat, lots of perfume, hot red gloss lipstick, the dog collar showing nicely, he was dressed for abuse, he would attract attention, the wrath of guys, the disgust of women. Teasing him in the car that his friends would all be hanging at the mall, wouldnt he love to play with them, further taunting him with the truth, he had no friends, any kids who knew him hated him, they would love to abuse him, he sobbed at her truth, she giggled at it, embraced its hard edges, the truth will set you free, my ass.

    Finding a spot near the Sears entrance, Ida less than expertly parked the huge Suburban, driving was not her thing, but, the freedom was fucking exhilarating, America was great, simply because you could get behind the wheel and drive, no gangs of less than honorable soldiers to pull you out at a checkpoint, gang rape you, that alone made it all so great, so freeing. The little crybaby almost balked at entering the mall, she figured it was his one shot at pretending he was a man, she disabused him of that notion quick.

    Having him  pull down his pants and panties, she savagely rammed the large butt plug up jrs ass, he squealed, but took it, lodged tight, his ass ring spread comically wide, as he straightened his clothes, she told him never to deny her again, she could tell from his scared eyes, he was listening, he would try to serve her, this made her feel so powerful, she owned this pampered, spoiled rich white boy, hers to do with as she fuck pleased, she pleased to humiliate him fierce.

   She knew what they looked like, her in red velvet mini, hose, three inch pumps, tight white blouse, tits swinging free, he looking so freaking faggy, she dug the stares from the guys jrs age, amusement and hate, perfect couple, would get Ida what she wanted, a little public humiliation for creepy, a lot of violence. It wasnt hard to lure the guys into the restroom, down a deserted hallway, shaking her ass, Ida was the piedpiper of whitebread mall. Jr was visably trembling, looked weak, was weak, the other boys, teens to early twenties, robust, excited, eyes traveling from Jrs silly getup to Idas slut pig body.

  Taking charge, Ida had one guy watch the door, she told the others the deal, abuse jr, she would get nasty with them, they needed no other incentive. Quickly jr was stripped, beaten, spit on, teased, pissed on, but when the guys stuffed his head down the ditry piss filled toilet, giving him a good flushing, Ida was there, ready to fuck, and she did, letting the exuberant boys get wild, lots of flying seed, quick loads, the boys overheated, but they recovered fast, giving Ida another shot. She counted five  quality orgasms of hers, before going into a slut coma, just mindlessly riding her cums. Loved that as her holes were being plugged, the other kids worked over silly, stomping him, pissing, making him pull his tiny, but when Ida made jr eat her dirty holes, the guys went nuts, savaging the fag, leaving him bloodied, broken, sobbing, balled up under the urinals, how perfect, butt plug winking at everyone.

  Sitting on the messy bathroom floor, Ida felt wasted, it took stamina to take on a room of boys, her body starting to feel the after gangbang pains. Took her a half hour to clean up, giggling, at the amount of sperm boys produced, it was everywhere, even on the bathroom mirrors, making jr walk through the mall wearing man juice on his face, sweet, he was still sobbing, girls pointing him out, repeating his name, taking pics and videos of his fag appearance, his white pants were wet, his panties gone, the sunlight showed his tiny, clear as day. In the car she made him strip, ride naked like a dog, already knew where she was taking the fag, a reststop, notorious for fag sex romps, wanted him ass raped silly, maybe he would get aids,mmmm.

  She parked the truck in the woods, made jr remove his plug, loved that his shitter was loose, he willingly cleaned the plug, he understood the pain involved in hesitation, good little sissy. Cuffing his hands behind his back, blindfolding him, she attached the leash to the collar, led him into the woods, heading for the clearing where she could hear excited voices, she had gotten the name off a website geared for fags who liked to hookup. Feeling like she hit the lottery, there were at least a dozen guys in the clearing, most still clothed, a couple naked, some fucking, some sucking, all looked horny.

   There was no mistaking their lust for jr, they all edged closer, as Ida explained that he was an ass whore, the guys started jostling for first crack, roughly pushing jr over the picnic table, on his back, shoulders wrenched behind him, legs pointing to the sky, no one cared. The first guy was black, fatty cock, he went to town, ramming jr silly, while others took turns choke fucking his face, others slapping his belly pink, abusing his tits, twisting his balls, one guys was yanking the little prick, jr cuming quick, everyone cheering, Ida just taking it all in, knowing jr would be soon overwhelmed, these guys would not quit till they were done, no mercy halts, jr was fuck meat, not human anymore.

   The fucking continued, jrs ass bleeding, his tits angry dark blue, the guys had started to use him for their piss, she reckoned he had swallowed seven piss loads, along with eleven sperm deposits, and all the dirty ass they fed him, some of these guys were gross, he was eating shit balls and old toilet paper dingleberries, so the projectile vomitting was to be expected, the guys digging how his dry heaves made his anus open and shut around their cocks,mmm. The guys funnelling the nasty multicolored, chunky puke back down jrs ugly face,fuck him. A couple of the losers had tried to fondle Ida, she disabused them quick, one of them persisted, she grabbed his balls, she was all speed and violence, twisted and yanked till he collapsed, farting and peeing, the others howling, but getting her point, it was jrs day of fun.

  She was getting bored, as more guys showed up, it was now just nonstop ass and mouth fucking, jr gone into a catonic state, so she called a halt, guys bitching, Ida revealing her smith and wesson snub nose, ladies edition, gift from Dr Tom, they were on their way, Ida, in her slut wear, pulling jr by his leash, his body a mess of bruises, sperm, piss,blood, he walked like he was on a horse, his anus ruined, the guys had kept score, by scratcing lines in his stomach, their were twenty four, he had taken two dozen ass fucks, Ida loved it, the fucker would need diapers, this she dug, she tossed him in the back of the suburban, away she went, knowing she had done Lisas will, faggy had gotten his due.

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