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The Resurrection of Linda

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Synopsis: Linda - middle age, pudgy, short - suddenly finds herself in a sexual predicament that was completely out of touch with any reality she knew.
Linda was on all fours – her hands and knees holding up her horizontal body – completely naked

The Resurrection of Linda

 

 

Chapter 1 – What the Hell am I doing here?

 

Linda was on all fours – her hands and knees holding up her horizontal body – completely naked.  She had been told to remain in this position or her tits would be removed from her body.  She was a unique female to be in this position.  She was middle age, slightly past her prime – whatever her prime had been!  She was short, maybe 5’2”, a little bit overweight, and her body would not ordinarily have been lusted over in this position.  Her tits sagged straight down as gravity pulled them toward Mother Earth.  Her ass cheeks were jiggling slightly.  Her head was tilted up, looking straight ahead.  Looking directly ahead at the erect dick that pointing straight at her face, not more than six inches from her nose.  She was examining the dick with great intensity.  It was thick, long and quite firm.  Oddly enough, despite her age and experience, she had never seen a circumcised dick before.  This one was that!  The head was a huge purple mushroom.  It was so swollen with lust that its surface was almost as shiny as a mirror.  She was smitten by the ridge that was formed by the huge head and the shaft that was straining to hold everything horizontal.  The piss slit seemed large.  And, from the slit, a thick dollop of pre-cum was slowly oozing out.  The shaft had a throbbing vein that crept along the right side, split into two tributaries as each tributary went its merry way beneath the shaft.  The shaft was of a slightly darker hue than the body from which it sprang.  Beneath the shaft, hanging low, was a set of balls that was as intimidating as hell!  It was obvious that they contained a large amount of stuff – stuff that was waiting to spring through the slit that was ready and waiting itself.  There was a mass of black, kinky hair that seemed like a jungle of repulsive sex coating the entire apparatus.  Hairs were even springing from the surface of the shaft itself.  Then there was the body!  Linda had never seen a human being covered with so much black, thick hair.  He surely must be the missing link!

 

There was a reason why Linda’s ass was jiggling and why she was investigating the dick so thoroughly.  Another dick was buried to the hilt in her ass hole!  Although she had a lot of sexual experiences, she had never experienced anal sex.  It was a hundred times worse than she had imagined it would be!  Her rectum was in agony.  Her bowels felt as though they needed to expel a mammoth turd from their presence!  She was in horrible pain as her ass jiggled from the horror.  She somehow thought that if she concentrated on the dick in front of her, perhaps her mind would be distracted from what was taking place in the other end.  Her plan was not working!

 

The man who had just buried his dick in her ass was simply letting it rest a while, deep in her bowels.  It had been a mighty struggle.  Some of her sensitive inner tissues had surely been wounded.  Her anal ring had withstood the assault for a long time before surrendering completely.  He wanted to wait, regroup his strength, and fuck the shit out of her bottom!  While he was waiting he had reached forward and gathered the hair on her head in a firm grasp and pulled her head upward so that she absolutely had to stare at the dick before her.

 

The man before her had reached down and grasped his dick with his right hand.  His left hand had reached forward beneath her body and grasped her right nipple in a painful grasp.  He began stroking his dick and, at the same time, pinching and twisting her nipple into unbelievable positions. 

 

Linda was now in deep pain – both physically and emotionally.  Her ass was now her enemy.  Her nipple hurt in ways she could not have imagined.  And, while all of this was going on, that bastard was jacking off right in front of her face! 

 

She knew men masturbated.  She had even walked in on her former husband once and caught him jacking off to a picture of Jennifer Tilly!  She walked out, and never saw him again except for their time in court during the divorce.

 

Oddly enough, she had never seen a man’s dick spout its seed.  She had been fucked but the dick was buried inside of her.  She had sucked a dick – once – and she had felt the seed coat her mouth (it was the only time she had ever given oral sex).  She knew that was not something that was enticing to her and she never repeated the exercise.  She had even given hand jobs.  But those had always been in the dark and while she had to wipe off the product, she had never actually seen it delivered.  Now, she knew, she was going to have an up close and personal view of spunk being delivered directly to her face.  It was too much to handle!  Her ass hurt.  Her nipple hurt.  And her mind was repulsed at what was about to happen.  She wept.

 

As she wept, the man in front picked up the pace of his jacking off.  Because her eyes were filled with tears, she did not see his slight nod to the man in her rear.  The man in her ass now began pulling out and pushing in with his dick, causing even more trauma to her guts.  He, too, began to pick up the pace.  Quickly, he was sawing back in forth in her tight, just recently virgin ass.  It was more horrible than she could have ever imagined.  Now her pudgy ass cheeks were bouncing up and down.  Her middle age, saggy, somewhat shapeless tits were trying to swing in the breeze, except for her right one that was held tightly by the nipple.

 

The man to her front now nodded again, almost with no motion whatsoever.  Than the thumb and forefinger on her nipple twisted, pulled and squeezed with unbelievable strength.  Up to this point, she had not screamed.  She simply didn’t want to give them the satisfaction.  She had grunted.  She had wept.  She had twitched.  But, she had not screamed.  Now she did.  The pain in her nipple was the final straw.  Her mouth flew open and let out a blood curdling screech.  At that same moment, the dick before her erupted with a hard jolt of jism that sprang forward into her unsuspecting mouth, clear to the back of her mouth, splattering and completely coating the back of her throat, her teeth, her gums, her tongue, and the roof of her mouth.  She immediately choked and gagged.  Then, a second stream flew from his piss slit, hitting her right eyebrow and immediately began flowing into her eye.  Her right eyelid would soon be glued shot by the mucous from his balls and prostate.  The third shot hit between her eyes, flowed down her perky nose, and wrapped around the tip of her nose.  Unfortunately for her, because she could not breathe with the thick coating of the first shot inside her mouth, she chose this moment to inhale through her nostrils.  The third shot of seed was sucked in to her nose and coated her sinuses with a burning sensation.  She tried to shake her head but the man in her ass held her firmly by the hair.  She could not move her head.  He chose this moment to begin spouting in to her bowels.  He had thrust completely in her with his balls slapping against her pussy.  He remained buried as his dick began throbbing – sending forth its message – a message of volumes of man juice that sought refuge in the furthest reaches of her insides.  The man before her had quit spouting and the final remnants of his seed were simply oozing from his slit.  He came forward a bit and laid his dick head on her left cheek.  Then he began milking his tool so that the last droplets would coat her cheek.  The texture, the feel, the taste, the aroma was beyond anything she had ever experienced.  She cried dry tears! 

 

The man in her ass released her head at the same time as the man in front reached out and replaced the hold on her hair.  He pulled her forward and buried her face in his groin.  She felt the damp, crinkly skin of his nuts pressing in to her face.  His dick was pushed to one side although it still rubbed against the side of her face.  His dick end was still damp.

 

The man behind her was not terribly heavy, perhaps 150 pounds.  He withdrew from her sore ass hole, straddled her back with his feet still touching the floor.  He began to work his way forward as his wet dick drug across her back.  He kept coming until his groin as positioned at the back of her head.  Than he used the hair that was not being held by the front man to wipe off his tool.  It was coated with cum, blood, and shit.  Now she was shaking uncontrollably as she knew she was being used as a towel to wipe off the fruits of their labors.  The ass fucker moved forward even more until his right leg was in front of her shoulder and his dick and balls draped over her right shoulder.  The man in front turned her head sideways so she could look at this part of her ass fucker.

 

It was the straw that completely broke her spirit.  She saw a dick that was obviously way to big to stick in an ass hole, and yet it had been in hers.  The balls were large, ugly, and had obviously contained a lot of cum.  But, these were not the worse things.  His leg was as black as midnight!  He was a goddamn nigger!  It was more than she could deal with.  For, you see, she had been raised in the South and she was an out and out racist.  She hated niggers!  Now one had just fucked her in the ass!  She had become the lowest of lows.  The black ass fucker somehow sensed what was going through her mind. 

 

He stepped off of her, bent down and buried his large, thick tongue in her right ear.  He pushed out globs of spit into her ear until the saliva ran down her neck.  Than he said, “Y’all fuck good wit yo’ ass mama.  I’ll be back for more!”

 

At that, he stepped away and left the room.

 

The man in front now released her and she slumped to the floor.  He reached down, grabbed her under the armpits and pulled her to her knees.  Even while on her knees she slumped in complete sadness.  Spit rolled down her neck from her ear.  She was still trying to swallow the remaining cum in her mouth.  Her right eye was still glued shut with his seed.  Her cheeks were coated with his jism.  Cum was leaking from her ass hole and running down her thighs.

 

Finally, she said, “Why me?”

 

He replied with words that were as hurtful to her psyche as the dicks had been to her body.

 

“I look on this as a service.  You’re middle age, over the hill, with a pudgy ass that is beginning to sag, and tits that are not only sagging but becoming shapeless.  You probably haven’t been fucked in over a decade.  You’ve probably not even had cause to think about sex. 

 

Now, you will think about it constantly.  I am going to use you in ways that you ever imagined.  You are now my sex slave.  I am going to do this with you for thirty days.  Than you will be released with memories that will stay with you forever.  Memories that will be beyond what almost anyone else has ever imagined. 

 

If you do as I say, you will be used but not hurt terribly.  If you disobey, you will be hurt with a great deal of pain.  I am personally not in to pain for pain’s sake.  But I am not above using it to achieve my objectives.

 

Now I am leaving you.  There is nothing to cover up with.  The toilet over there can be used only when I allow it.  The lid is controlled electronically and can be raised only by me.  When you have to use the facility, press the button beside the toilet.  I will come to watch as you use it.

 

There will be many other degrading things that will take place with you for the next thirty days.  Get used to it!”

 

At that he left the room as she shuddered and sobbed while still on her knees.

 

 

Linda was on all fours – her hands and knees holding up her horizontal body – completely naked

The Resurrection of Linda

 

 

Chapter 2 – What the Hell is he going to do to me?(Day 2)

 

Linda had finally regained her composure to the point that she could begin to examine her surroundings.  She stood and realized that her ass hole hurt like of a son of a bitch, her right nipple was incredibly sore, and her sinuses and mouth burned from the onslaught of cum.  Also, her stomach rolled from the cum that she had swallowed.  And, her hair was stiff and crusty from being used as a towel for a soiled dick.

 

The room was large.  The walls and ceilings were all mirrors.  For a woman of her age and shape, this was definitely NOT desirable.  She looked at her naked self.  She was short and squat.  Her tits were definitely sagging and losing their shape.  Her ass certainly did sag and jiggle too much when she moved the slightest bit.  Her pubic air was a mass of disarray that easily sent a signal that she was past her prime.  There was crusty stuff on her face and crusty runs down her thighs – thighs that were pudgy and not shapely.  There were signals of coming varicose veins showing on her calves.  “Why me?”  she thought.

 

The room was not furnished to any great degree.  There was an examination table in the middle of the room – complete with stirrups.  That was definitely not a good sign.  There was a bare mattress on the floor of one corner of the room.  There was a shower without any enclosure.  There was a stainless steel toilet with a stainless steel lid.  She had tried to lift the lid but it would not budge.  There was a push button on the wall beside the toilet.  There was a small dining room table without chairs.  There were two doors that were both locked.  Each door had a number pad on it that seemed to signify the need of a code to open either of them.  One of them was the door through which he had exited.  She wondered what the other door led to?  The floor seemed to be a soft carpet.  There were cameras that covered the entire expanse of the room.  The temperature was slightly chilled and she noticed that her thick nipples were somewhat erect.

 

Worst of all was what was located in the center of the room.  It was a padded bench with no back, approximately eight feet long.  Directly in the center of the bench, protruding straight upward was a dildo in the shape of a man’s penis.  Even more deplorable was the fact that she recognized the dick.  It was his!  It was an exact replica of the dick she had recently explored as it exhibited itself directly in front of her face and as it came in her mouth and on her face!

 

She had no way of knowing that twenty-four hours had elapsed since the assault on her person.  She had tried napping on the mattress but her mind was too much in turmoil to allow her to sleep.  She had to urinate something fierce.  Finally, she surrendered to her bladder and pushed the button beside the toilet. 

 

Within a few minutes he entered carrying a small stool.  He was naked.  His dick was only partially erect.  His balls bounced off of his thighs as he walked.  He was the hairiest human being she had ever seen! 

 

She had seen a naked man before but never one walking around so nonchalantly.  What few she had seen had been lying beside her in bed.  On those occasions when they did get up, it was usually a quick trip to the bathroom during which she saw a quick glimpse of their posterior, if she looked at all.

 

This bastard was different.  He was walking in as though he was proud of his nudity and as if it was a normal every day experience.  He certainly had nothing to be proud of.  As he walked his balls continued to bounce off of his muscular thighs.  His somewhat limp dick swayed back and forth as naturally as could be.  And, his pubic hair blended into a mat of black, thick hair that completely covered his torso.  No skin could be seen with two exceptions.  His nipples.  For some reason, hair did not cover the skin around his nipples and they were there as though framed by a hair mat.  Ugh!  It was an awful sight!

 

Instinctively, Linda tried to cover or at least minimize her nudity.  Her right arm covered her breasts.  Her left hand covered her pubic area.  She even squatted a bit to minimize the exposed skin.

 

He laughed and told her to forget about it.  He told her that she was never again to do that sort of thing again.  In fact, when he entered she was to lift a breast with each hand as though she were presenting herself to him.  If not, she would be damaged severely!  He told her to begin now!

 

Reluctantly, she stood up straight, exposed her personal parts, placed a hand under each saggy breast and presented them to him.  Her skin was covered with goose bumps at the overwhelming embarrassment she felt.

 

He was carrying a remote in one hand and a short stool in the other hand.  He pressed the remote button and the toilet lid rose to an upright position.  He positioned the stool about three feet in front of the toilet.  She was horrified as she guessed what he intended to do!   Her guess was only partially correct.

 

He then said, “I need to prepare the toilet for you.”

 

At that, he walked over to the open commode and stood before it. 

 

He said, “I have to piss.  Come here and aim my dick.”

 

“Oh God!”,  she thought.

 

He said, “Do you want to piss or not?  Nobody pisses until I piss.  I said, ‘Hold my dick.’”

 

Reluctantly, she walked over, stood beside him, and bent to lift the toilet seat.

 

At that, he spun and punched her once in the stomach.  She fell forward and caught herself on the rim of the toilet seat.  She hunched there for several minutes as she tried to gasp for breath.  Somehow, through all of this, she knew his dick was just inches above her head.

 

He said, “I am going to begin pissing in thirty seconds.  Do you want it on the back of your head or do you want to stand up and aim it you stupid fucking cow?”

 

Somehow she managed to stand and slowly turned and held his dick, trying to aim it in the center of the toilet seat.  She failed.  A stream quickly sprung from his piss slit and splattered all over the back portion of the seat.  She was horrified.  She had never seen a man piss and now she was responsible for where he pissed!  She overcorrected and his piss stream now coated the front of the toilet seat.  She moved it back, her hand flinched and he coated the right side of the seat.  She just couldn’t get the hang of it and now he was pissing on the left side of the seat.  Just as she got the aim right, he was through.  Now, dribbles were floating down to the front of the seat and some where actually seeping to her hand. 

 

She now had a new respect for men and there pissing problems.  She had always been ticked to find yellow stains on the side of a toilet.  She thought, “Why can’t men piss in the damn toilet instead of on it?”  Finally, she realized the difficulty they faced.  She also wondered when he would quick dribbling? 

 

He said, “Shake it bitch.”

 

She began shaking it and it seemed to take on a life of its own.  Piss drops were flying everywhere.  One actually flew up and struck her just above her right eyebrow.  When the droplets finally came to an end there was still dampness on the end of his dick.

 

He said, “Lick it off.”

 

She saw his hand curl into a fist and knew she must comply.  Reluctantly, and with bile rising in her throat, she bent forward and slowly put her tongue out to lick the yellow smudge from the end of his dick.  It tasted as bad as she knew it would.  Again, tears came to her eyes.

 

He said, “You have two minutes to begin your business and then the lid goes down.”  Then he strolled over and sat on the wooden stool, facing the toilet.

 

She looked at the piss-laden toilet seat.  She tried to hunch above the toilet as women do in public restrooms.  He quickly let her know that this was not an option.  She had no choice as she lowered her pudgy butt on to the commode.  Then she noticed it was not an ordinary toilet stool.  It was quite high and her feet dangled several inches above the floor.  As a result her ass was pulled down in to the piss with the full weight of her body.  As he looked sternly at her, she wondered what he expected.  She could only guess so she took her hands and held her breasts out to him.

 

He said, “Spread your legs wide open, use your fingers to spread your pussy lips, and begin peeing.  If you don’t follow my instructions you will be punished severely.”

 

Tears were now openly flowing from her eyes.  She spread her legs and her hairy pussy was exposed to his gaze.  She released her tits from their upright position and reached down gingerly and spread the lips of her pussy.  Her tits fell shapelessly to her torso and for some reason she was embarrassed at their plainness.  Also, it was the first time in her life that she had ever touched her private parts.  Her shame was unrelenting at her exposure.  She couldn’t piss!  

 

He told her she had less than one minute to begin.

 

She strained so much that her entire head reddened with the effort.  Finally, a few drops began.  Then, a few more.  Then, she began pissing in earnest.  It rang fervently off of the walls of the steel receptacle.  And, beyond her control, she farted a swift, crack of a fart.  Now her face was completely red with embarrassment as she saw him looking at her crotch with great interest.  He had even cracked a slight smile when she cracked the fart.

 

It was the first time he had ever seen a woman piss.  It was fascinating.  He was intrigued to discover that her piss seemed to leap out of her body in a completely unorganized, splattering stream – unlike the neat, concise(even though misdirected) piss stream that a man put out.  He thought, “God, I’m glad I’m not a cunt!”

 

Finally, her pissing was complete.  Droplets clung to her pussy hair.  She looked for toilet paper.  There was none.  She looked at him questioningly.  He said simply, “Drip dry.”

 

She sat on the toilet for a long length of time.  Finally, she arose and the lid lowered itself automatically as her weight was removed from the device.

 

He told her to come forward and stand between his legs.  She did and she shuddered as she saw his dangling dick begin to rise.  Almost immediately his dick was erect and pointed straight ahead from the edge of the stool upon which he still sat.  His balls hung down almost halfway to the floor.  He leaned forward and told her to lift her right breast and put the nipple in his mouth.  She did.

 

He sucked the nipple vigorously.  The nipple became hard.  Her face flushed.  He thought he even heard a quiet moan deep in her throat.  She was aroused. 

 

He released her nipple from his mouth and told her to lie down with her head directly beneath his balls.  She shuddered but obeyed.  As she lay there, stretched before him, his balls actually rested across the bridge of her nose.  This was bad for her because the pubic odor was quite strong.  He did not apparently spend a lot of time washing his nuts.  He looked her body up and down.  Her middle-aged tits had slid to each side of her torso.  There was a roll of fat around her body.  Perhaps in distraction, she had reclined with her legs spread wide open.  Her scraggly cunt hair could not conceal the pussy lips that were spread wide.

 

He told her to begin licking his balls.  She shuddered again but obeyed.  Her tongue was tentative at first – stroking the underside of his left nut – the one that hung the lower.  His ball rolled around on her tongue like a huge dollop of mercury.  He told her to work his entire sack with her tongue.  She did.

 

Now his dick was throbbing and pre-cum was escaping from the slit.  As her tongue worked his nuts his heavy dick began bouncing up and down on her chin, dropping the pre-cum on to her neck.  She felt it and felt it work its way down the right side of her neck.  But, she kept on licking out of fear of retaliation.  He slid forward on the bench and told her to lick his ass hole. 

 

A “no” escaped from her lips.  It was a serious mistake.  He reached forward and slapped her right tit with the open palm of his right hand and repeated the procedure on her left tit with his left hand.  She grunted at the first hit and screamed at the second hit.  To anyone who was in to pain, the blows would have been miniscule.  To her, they seemed like nuclear explosions on each of her breasts.

 

Lick my filthy ass hole you stupid cow!”

 

She needed no more encouragement and immediately began the work.  It was more gross than anything she could have ever imagined.  First there was the large thatch of thick, grimy hair that seemed to protect his nether hole.  Than there was the remnants of shit particles as well as rolled up little balls of used toilet paper that were imbedded in the hair and on the edges of the hole.  Finally there was the hole itself.  It was rank and tasted like shit.  But lick she did.

 

He slapped her tits again and said, “With more enthusiasm bitch!”

 

And she became enthusiastic.  She licked every particle of shit and toilet paper balls from his ass.  She smoothed down the ass hair with her saliva.  She plunged her tongue into the hole and swirled it around.  She despised every minute of it but she acted as though it was all nectar from the gods.  With the motivation of pending pain she became a good actress and he received the benefit of a vigorous, seemingly enthusiastic tongue.  He let out a satisfying fart that was one of those rumbling, bubbly kind.  It seemed as though every cubic centimeter of the rectal gas went directly in to her mouth.  She gagged and struggled to keep down the bile that was rising in her gullet.  She quickly swallowed the bile that had made its way up to her mouth and her throat burned like fire.  It was the final straw for her emotions and she wept openly.

 

He stood up, looked down upon her and said, “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet bitch!”

 

He left the room with her sobbing and rolling on the floor, shit on her mouth, scrotum sweat on her chin.

The Resurrection of Linda

The Resurrection of Linda

 

 

Chapter 3 – Linda’s Choice (Day 3)

 

 

Linda was tired, sore, distraught, and demeaned.  All in all, her life had taken a turn for the worst.  She had tried to sleep on the mattress on the floor several times during the past twelve hours – but without much success.  It seemed that he always knew when she had drifted off into slumber and that was the time he would enter the room.  She would later find out that everything she did was being viewed and taped on closed circuit TV.  Each time he had brought a bottle of water for her.  She hated to drink but she didn’t think she could afford the loss of strength through dehydration.  So, she drank it.  She now knew that when he entered she was to stand, face him, and elevate her tits for him to see.  She hated it!  He had told her early on that she was to say nothing to him unless he said something to her that demanded a reply.  So far he had said nothing to her and, accordingly, she had said nothing to say to him.  She was afraid.  During the past twelve hour period she had to piss twice.  She now knew the ritual.  She held his dick, he pissed all over every place she was to sit on the toilet.  She licked the end of his dick to remove any remnants of his urine.  She sat in his piss now without hesitation.  He then, watched as she let loose of her tits, spread her pussy, and peed for him.  Her humanity was slowly ebbing away.

 

Now, on the third day as he entered, Linda again stood tall – or as tall as a short person can do – and held her tits up for him in presentation.  He stood and admired her training thus far.  She was coming around nicely although he really hadn’t gotten to the good parts yet.  He told her to use her hands to bounce her tits up and down.  She blushed and then sort of jiggled them a bit with her hands. 

 

“I said, ‘bounce them’ you stupid cunt!  I want to see them go up and down like pistons in an engine!”

 

She jumped a bit at this but she complied.  Now she was bouncing her tits ferociously.  They were almost hitting the tops of her shoulders as their sagginess displayed itself it all of its glory.  Her face blushed at what she was doing but she kept up the pace. 

 

Then he told her to bounce them alternately so that one was going up while the other was going down.  Her face turned redder still but again she complied.  Soon she was breathing hard with the effort and her tits, too, were changing to a pale shade of red.

 

Finally he told her she could stop.  She continued to hold her tits for him as her chest heaved up and down from the efforts she had just put forth.  As her figure proclaimed, she wasn’t in too athletic a condition.

 

He told her to brush her nipples with both hands.  Reluctantly, she did.  She thought she had been embarrassed as much as she could be, but, this was a new invasion to her privacy.  She had never played with her tits or her nipples before.  They instantly became hard, large, and erect in response to her administration.

 

Then, something odd took place.  She noticed that his dick was becoming partially erect.  It gave her a feeling she had not experienced in years.  She was arousing a man!    Somehow, he sensed her mild feelings of satisfaction and attainment.  He decided he better put and end to that immediately.

 

He told her to take hold of her nipples and pull her tits out as far as possible from her body.  Another new experience for her!  She had never done this before as had no other person before either.  She grasped each nipple between thumb and forefinger and pulled with all of her strength.  Her loose tits immediately were pulled tightly into a cone shape.  She couldn’t help herself.  She looked down and was amazed at how far they would stretch.  There was no reason for her to be amazed.  She certainly was aware of how much they sagged when in a normal state.  So, why should she be amazed at how far they would stretch horizontally?  A question for the ages!

 

He exited the room but returned shortly pulling a large rolling suitcase behind him.  She had relaxed a bit when he left but now she immediately stood at attention, holding her tits out for him.  For some reason her eyes continued to be drawn to his groin as she watched his dick bob along with his footsteps and his low slung nuts swinging from side to side, almost as in slow motion.

 

He stopped, set the suitcase flat and said, “We’re going to now do a little routine I call ‘Linda’s Choice’.  You will get to make choices regarding some of the things that will happen to you today.  Good luck!”

 

Her mind was racing as she wondered what in the hell he was talking about.  He withdrew an apparatus that was obviously a funnel with some attachments.  It had a bail, similar to a bucket, attached to the wide end of the funnel.  A clear tube was attached with a hose clamp to the small end of the funnel.  The tube was fairly long.  At its other end was something that almost looked like a mouthpiece from a scuba diving set.  The mouthpiece had a strap on it.

 

Using the bail, he hung the funnel to a hook that was attached to the ceiling.  The tube and mouthpiece hung freely in the air. 

 

He had been giving her bottled water during these first few days but she had been given nothing to eat.  He indicated to her that he knew she was hungry but he wanted her to take some liquid nourishment before he gave her solid food. 

 

She was famished and she was glad to hear that there was some food in store for her although she knew the liquid nourishment was probably not to be to her liking.  She at first assumed she was going to have to suck his dick and swallow his cum or, worse yet, drink some of his piss.  She waited with misgivings for him to explain.

 

He then reached into the case and pulled out two quart jars.  One was obviously full of piss.  It was deep yellow in color and had frothy bubbles on the surface, perhaps created by his motion of lifting it from the case.  The other jar contained a liquid that sloshed slowly in its container.  It was sort of a milky white in color and there was little curled up black threads floating in it. 

 

Her heart sank and her stomach began to heave.  She knew it was semen.  He sensed her dismay and proceeded to make it worse.

 

“I have friends at a nigger bar.  They have supplied the contents of both of these jars.”

 

Now she was sobbing.

 

“Last Saturday night they set a tub out back and all of the niggers pissed in it at will.  This yellow substance was dipped from the tub.”

 

Now her stomach was retching endlessly.

 

“Also, it seems they get a bit horny after a Saturday night of drinking.  This cum is from possibly a hundred or more niggers.  Some jacked off into the jar.  Some were fucking their bitches and withdrew when their nut was about to explode and they came into the jar.  Some were nigger faggots who were fucking one another in the ass and withdrew and made a deposit.  The black specks are nigger pubic hairs.  They seem to give it substance.”

 

She could not control herself as she released her tits and fell to the floor on her hands and knees.  She was now sobbing loudly and her tears were forming a puddle on the floor.

 

“Here’s the deal.  I am nothing if not a sensitive master.  You don’t have to drink both of these.  But, you sure as shit have to drink one of them.  You get to choose.  If you do not choose within the next two minutes, I guarantee you that you will drink both of them.  Time begins now.”

 

She looked up at the two jars and her tears brought on a ferocious bout of the hiccups.  She was trying to talk but all that came out of her sobbing mouth was a constant stream of hiccups.  She honestly did not know which to choose.  In her muddled state she honestly could not use any brain power to determine which of the two the worse was. 

 

He then pulled out a long rasp such as was used to carve chunks out of wood.  It looked vicious.  He said with complete sincerity, “In addition to drinking both of the jars, and you continue with stupid indecision, I will fuck you in the ass with this rasp.  I can assure you that taking a shit will be agony for you for the rest of your natural life – however long I choose for that to be!”

 

She knew she was doomed.  With no logic whatsoever, she slowly lifted a hand and pointed to the jar of nigger cum.

 

He instructed her to crawl over beneath the hanging tube and to get upright to her knees. 

 

She did and he placed the mouthpiece between her lips.  She did not resist.  He wrapped the strap around the back of her head and pulled it tight.  The pliable rubber of the mouthpiece formed a firm seal against her mouth.  Whatever was poured into the funnel would go directly in to her mouth.  Her eyes looked with horror as he removed the lid from the jar.  The whitish liquid seemed to slosh around in slow motion. 

 

He deliberately raised his hand as slowly as possible to the rim of the funnel.  Her eyes were wide with fear.  He slowly began pouring the liquid in to the funnel.  Her eyes followed the liquid sex juice as it slowly worked its way down the clear plastic tubing.  Then it entered her mouth!

 

The texture was as more revolting than anything she could have ever imagined.  The taste was worse!  And, she could feel the small cubic hairs sticking to the roof of her mouth.  Some of them were even clinging to gaps between her teeth.  Somehow, some way, she swallowed.  It was atrocious!  It kept coming.  She kept swallowing.  She could feel it go down her gullet in a torturous manner that seemed to accentuate the taste and the texture.  She knew that she would never be able to get the taste of nigger cum from her throat!

 

He would pour it in rationed bits at a time.  He wanted her to savor the taste.  Savor it she did.

 

Her shoulders heaved as her stomach heaved similarly, trying to thrust back up the unwelcome liquid.  Somehow, she managed to swallow the bile before it could get up to the front of her mouth.  She had heard of medical patients aspirating into their mask and actually drowning in their own vomit.  She wanted to die, but not that way and not in front of this bastard!

 

Finally, after what seemed an infinity of time, the cum was no longer in the jar.  It was in her stomach.

 

He reached forward and lovingly patted her on the head and said, “Good girl.”

 

She wanted to kill him.

 

He then reached forward and pulled the mask strap from around the back of her head and ripped the mouthpiece from her face.  Strings of cum stretched from her mouth to the mouthpiece as it was pulled from her.  The string broke, fell to her chin and slowly dropped to her tits and her stomach.

 

He told her to open her mouth.  With a reflex action she did.  Her mouth was coated with cum.  Pubic hairs were stuck between many of her teeth.  She was sobbing and shaking uncontrollably.

 

He told her to fall forward to her hands and knees.  She did.  Her mouth was still open as she gasped for breath.  Cum dribbled from her lips, her tits, and her stomach, falling to the floor.

 

He told her that they were once again going to play ‘Linda’s Choice’.  He told her to look as his dick.  She did.  It was erect and obviously quite firm.  She knew this was a bad sign.

 

He said, “Your choice is to determine where I will fuck you.  And be assured, I will fuck you!  Do you want me to fuck you in the ass or in the mouth?  The choice is yours.  Do not say anything.  Simply take your right hand and point to the orifice that you choose for me to use.”

 

If possible, she was even more horrified than she had already been.  Her ass still ached from the nigger fucking she had received a couple of days ago.  Her stomach rolled with its full load of nigger cum.  The jar of cum had left a terrible aftertaste in her throat and mouth.  She wasn’t sure she could handle another ounce of cum in her throat and stomach.  Her right hand slowly rose.  Her hand poised, completely still between her mouth and her ass.  She was torn.  Slowly, as though bogged down in molasses, her hand turned, her finger extended and she pointed toward her ass.  Her eyes welled up with tears as she saw his dick seem to quiver as it realized where it was soon to be deposited.

 

He moved around to her rear and dropped to her knees.  His dick bobbed and actually bounced directly into the crack of her ass.  She let out a cry even though no harm had actually taken place to her body.

 

He put a glob of spit on his huge dickhead and placed it at the entrance to her ass hole.  Then, without warning, he plunged it directly into her bowels.  She now cried at the genuine pain that was now being imposed upon her.  His huge mat of air was directly in the crack of her ass.  His balls were bouncing off of her pussy.  He stayed in that position for what seemed like an endless period of time.  He was simply letting his dick reside in the very depths of her bottom. 

 

He was squeezing her pudgy ass with his hands.  Then he would release the glob of skin and fat in a quick move to watch it return to its normal state.  He took pleasure in seeing the red imprint of his fingers on her ass.  He described to her what her ass looked like.  This seemed like an ultimate insult to her brain.  She was now shaking with tears.  This was too bad for her.  As her ass jiggled and as her tits shook outside the perimeter of her body he became even more aroused.  His dick seemed to swell to an even greater girth and her anal canal was being forced outward even more that it would have seemed possible.

 

Then, he slowly backed out of her ass until just the head of his dick was inside her anal opening.  Then, he plunged forward and began fucking her like a jack hammer.  Her body was bouncing and jiggling without any seeming limits.  She was screaming at an intensely high pitch.  Spittle mixed with cum was springing from her mouth. 

 

The speed with which he was moving in and out of her ass was unbelievable.  He was screaming now.  “You fucking bitch!  You fat ass slab of a bitch!  I’m going to cum in your ass!  I’m going to cum in your ass!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me with your fat, pudgy ass!

 

As his balls bounced off of her pussy, something unexplainable was happening to her.  She was becoming aroused!  Pussy juice was dripping from her pussy lips!  She was screaming now because of a different reason.  She realized that she was coming!  My God she thought.  How can this happen?  It hurts but it feels good!

 

They both came at the same time in an ecstasy of unlimited sexual release.  She fell forward with exhaustion and, similarly, he collapsed directly on to her back in a matched feeling of exhaustion. 

 

His dick had become flaccid.  His cum was seeping out of her ass from the seal that was no longer there from a firm dick.  Pussy juice was still flowing from her cunt.  Whitish slobbers were hanging down from her mouth.

 

When they finally recovered she was on her knees, holding her tits in the standard position.  He was standing a few inches before her with his limp dick swinging freely in front of her face.  It was covered with cum and shit.  The odor was horrendous.  She didn’t even notice.

 

He told her it was time for her last ‘Linda’s Choice’.  This choice was for her to choose what she wanted to eat for her first meal since her captivity.  She was actually almost excited at having something good happening to her.  Her happiness was quickly dissipated.

 

He reached in to the suitcase and pulled out two pouches.  They were both pouches of dog food.  He told her that the one in her left hand was dry food.  The one in his right hand was a type of moist gravy train.  The choice was hers.  As he talked he set a stainless steel dog dish on the floor.

 

She was completely torn.  She couldn’t imagine eating dog food.  She couldn’t imagine not eating. 

 

He then told her how she was to choose.  If she wanted the dry food in his left hand, she was to suck his left nut.  If she wanted the moist food in his right hand, she was to suck his right nut.

 

Now she, in fact, did notice the odor emanating from his crotch.  These almost made the thought of eating dog food seem palatable. 

 

Then he sealed the deal as he said, “If you don’t choose within the next two minutes I will hook you up again to the funnel and you WILL drink nigger piss!  The choice is yours!”

 

Slowly she began inching forward on her knees.  Her nose was actually touching the skin of his sack.  His skin was moist from the fluids that had been in her ass.  Her face moved to the left, to the right, to the left again, and finally back to center as she tried to decide.

 

Then, with great reluctance she slipped his right nut into her mouth and began sucking.  His huge mat of hair was completely engulfing her face.  The smell and the taste accentuated all that her mouth had sensed.  She kept sucking until he finally tapped her on the head.  She withdrew and saw her spittle coating his pubic hair to his nut.  She could feel fresh pubic hair now in her mouth.  Yet she WAS hungry.

 

He opened the pouch and dumped the insane contents into the bowl.  Without further adieu she crawled forward, bent down, and reluctantly began eating as though she was a hungry hound.

 

He added the final insult.  “You are, after all, a bitch!”

 

When she had eaten the entire contents of the bowl she returned to her knees, holding her tits.

He packed his goods and left.  Day three had ended.

The Resurrection of Linda

The Resurrection of Linda

 

 

Chapter 4 – Linda’s Rocky Mountain High (Day 4)

 

By nature, Linda was a happy person.  She normally exuded cheerfulness and a sense of optimism about each day.  This was no more.  She was, for the first time in her life, completely and utterly depressed.

 

It was not just the things that had taken place with her body in the preceding three days.  It was the fact that she could not escape the visual image of what had taken place to her body.  The images were projected constantly in the four mirrored walls that surrounded her.  Her hair was matted with the wide assortment of bodily fluids that had been deposited amongst them.  There was the crust of various dried fluids that shown on her face, her lips, her ass, her inner thighs.  There was the disarray of pubic hair that gave witness to what had taken place there as she had to constantly urinate without the benefit of proper wiping after the fact.

 

Plus, her other senses were being constantly bombarded with unpleasant and degrading attacks.  Her ass hole hurt like a son-of-a-bitch from being fucked for the first time in its existence.  Her ass and the backs of her thighs were chafed from sitting in a ring of piss every time she had to relieve herself.  The tastes in her mouth and on her lips were constant and completely vulgar.  The taste of piss and cum and sweat from his balls and the horrible taste of pet food.  A ring ran around her mouth from licking the crap from a pet dish and from her lack of ability to clean herself.  She had not had a shower or any kind of washing since her captivity.  She had tried the shower but the water was apparently turned off to it.  Then there was the smell!  The smell of her bodily sweat, of piss, of cum, of shit, of filth, of plain, unmitigated fear.  She was in desperate straits!  She wasn’t sure she could maintain her sanity much longer.

 

He entered and looked at her plight.  She had immediately stood up straight and cupped her breasts with her hands to present them to him for his approval.  Her tits now drooped from sadness even while being held up!

 

He told her he was soon going to bring in two guests to utilize some of her meager attributes.  She immediately felt a deeper sense of sadness. 

He said, “Their names are ‘Rocky’ and ‘Mountain’.  I think you will find them interesting.”

 

She knew with such names that they would be real bastards.  She wondered how they would use her?

 

Then he gave her good news as he said, “I am not without a sense of a woman’s need to look presentable.  So, I have turned on the water to the shower and I will clean you myself.”

 

This presented a mixed sense of emotions to her as she yearned to be clean but she didn’t want him to participate in her cleaning.  However, she knew there was nothing she had to bargain with to do it her preferred way.

 

He nodded to the shower and without further adieu she walked to it and stepped on to the shower base.  She was still holding her tits because, as a good trainee, she had been given no direction to the contrary.  He stepped on to the base with her and felt his mat of torso hair brush her back and his semi-erect dick rub against the crack of her ass.  He reached around her and turned the handles.  The water was immediately at exactly the right temperature.  This surprised her.

 

Then, from where she did not know, he produced a bottle of shampoo and poured it on to her crusty hair.  Then, in a surprise move he began massaging the shampoo in to her hair, covering it completely.  She was shocked at the gentle firmness of his touch.  He continued to work it in until all of the crustiness had been washed down the drain.  The shower head was the type that was removable and he removed it from its hook and began rinsing her hair.  She again was shocked by his kindness.  She also was somewhat shocked to feel his dick begin to be aroused as it now bounced harder off of her ass.  When her hair was finally rinsed he put the shower head back on its hook and told her to turn around and raise her hands above her head.  She did with great fear and trembling.  Her tits were actually jiggling as she shook.  Then, he produced a bar of pleasantly perfumed soap and began washing her face and neck.  Soon, all the jism and pet food was gone.  The wash cloth now moved up and down her up-reached arms and down to her arm pits.  His touch was gentle and almost sensuous.  His dick was now becoming serious and it began poking her just below her tits.  She was short!  He began washing her tits and nipples and her nipples responded accordingly.  They were hard enough to cut glass!  He lifted each breast and washed carefully underneath each one.

 

Her breath was now increasing.  She was aroused at all of this!  He moved down to her stomach and carefully washed out her navel.  Then he got down on his knees and began cleaning her sex.  Her pussy welcomed the soft, sensuous attention and she was now completely aroused.  While being cleaned, a new batch of pussy juice was flowing freely from her.  He turned his head and placed it against her stomach.  He reached around her body and tenderly cleaned her buttocks.  She was hypnotized.

 

He carefully pulled apart her cheeks and gently cleaned the crack of her ass.  She could feel his fingers beneath the soapy cloth as his hand crept downward and cleaned the rim of her ass hole.  His index finger even went up into her rectum and cleaned that area.

 

He was now back to her front and his face was wet from being pressed against her wet body and his hair was wet from the water that bounced from her shoulders and on to him.  She was becoming dizzy with arousal.  She had never experienced a moment like this.

 

He was now washing her feet, being sure to get between each toe.  Warm water was washing freely from her body and warm sexual juices were trying to escape her pussy as quickly as possible.  She looked down and saw a long dollop of milky pre-cum oozing from his piss slit.  Without thinking, she fell to her knees, guided his stiff member to her lips, and eagerly sucked the juice from the tip  of his mushroom head.

 

She no longer minded the obscene amount of body hair and pubic hair.  She lowered her mouth and began lovingly licking his hairy nuts.  Suddenly, without warning he began to ejaculate.  She quickly moved her mouth upward and took in every drop that followed.  Some had streaked her forehead before she could make the necessary move.  She took a finger, wiped it from her damp forehead, and eagerly put it into her mouth.

 

In those next few moments she had become almost giddy.  Perhaps he had changed?  Perhaps her seemingly over-the-hill body had actually attracted him?  She had actually enjoyed herself!  She had not felt this way in years!  And, she had actually enjoyed taking his member into her mouth and swallowing the essence of his very being!  Like all women in such a predicament, she actually began thinking of a future together with him!  However, her hopes were soon to be dashed!

 

What she didn’t understand was that this was actually part of his overall plan.  Anyone could inflict pain and degradation to bring a bitch down. He preferred to take them down, elevate their hopes, and then take them even lower than their previous low.  It messed with their psyche in a way that sustained lows could never accomplish.

 

He said, “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.  That was to prepare you for the next phase of your life.  I have been preparing you to meet two colleagues of mine – ‘Rocky’ and ‘Mountain’.”

 

Her mind raced at this sudden turn of events.  She thought suffering and degradation were behind her.  She wondered what kind of men would have names such as those?

 

She heard a noise behind him and he stepped aside so she could see.  Walking through the door were two of the most incredible human beings she had ever seen.  One was a dark-skinned Negress, well over six feet tall.  And, she had not a smattering of body fat on her.  She was obviously a body builder.  Muscles rippled all over her body.  Her head had but a stubble of black hair atop it.  Her tits were just barely there.  Her pussy was completely shaved.  Slabs of muscle rolled across the top of her thighs as she sauntered in, seemingly pointing to her sex.  Her hands were huge!  Her nipples were almost non-existent.  Her mouth was split in a broad grin that seemed to contain twice as many teeth as the normal person.  Even her eyebrows were shaved.  Yet, she had an inkling of a mustache across her upper lip.  She looked completely evil.

 

Walking beside her was an even more incredible sight!  It surely was the fattest bitch on the face of the earth.  She, too, was over six feet tall.  She must have gone five to six hundred pounds in weight.  Her face was so fat that her eyes could barely be seen.  They were truly pig eyes.  Her tits hung everywhere in shapeless hunks of unattractive body fat.  There were creases across her stomach where her abdomen formed several human aprons.  Her pussy had the ugliest, scraggliest, mat of pubic hair that surely existed in all of womankind.  Her feet were spread wide as she walked to make room for her huge thighs to move next to each other.  Pussy lips could be seen well below the forest of hair.  Even her pussy lips were fat!  To top it off, she was the whitest person that Linda had ever seen.  If it weren’t for her deep black eyes, she would have been an albino.

 

Linda felt herself becoming dizzy and she slumped to the floor, oddly enough, still holding her tits in the display position.  Her brain somehow told her that things were going to quickly become unbearable!

 

He had thought about doing formal introductions as though this were an acceptable social situation.  However, as he thought more about it, he realized there was little doubt as to which of the guests was ‘Rocky’ and which was ‘Mountain’.

 

Therefore, he decided to simply step back and watch nature take its course.  He stood there, naked, with his right elbow supported by his left hand and his chin supported by his right hand.  He was a naked study in concentration.  His dick was already horizontal with the expectations of what was certain to happen.

 

The mammoth ‘Mountain’ made her way to Linda and walked behind her.  Despite her obvious lack of fitness, she was really quite strong just by virtual of her hugeness.  She reached down, put a hand under each armpit and pulled Linda to her feet.  Then, she stepped up to Linda’s back, draped her obscenely overweight tits over Linda’s shoulders until Linda’s own inconsequential breasts were completely covered by drapes of tit meat.  Then Mountain put a huge ham of a hand on each side of Linda’s face.  For Linda, it was unbelievable.  With her own tits she could feel the moisture that was probably a permanent fixture beneath Mountain’s tits.  Each side of her head was almost completely obliterated by the repulsive, huge hands.  The huge mat of wiry pubic hair touched Linda right in the center of her back and it felt like a scouring pad had been put to her skin.  Linda felt again as though she was going to vomit.

 

Then, Mountain took her right hand down and reached under her own right tit and grabbed on to Linda’s tit.  It was not a pleasant feeling!  Mountain now reached down with her head to Linda’s ear and took the entire ear into her mouth.  For Linda, it felt like a toilet plunger had been put on the side of her face.  And, the odor from the gargantuan mouth wafted around to Linda’s nose.  It was the smell of well-used pussy.  Obviously these lips and tongue and spent much time buried in a pussy!  As Mountain burrowed her tongue into Linda’s ear, Linda wondered, “What the hell is going on with these perverts and tongues in ears?”

 

Mountain’s tongue was now finding fragments of wax in the ear and actually sucking it into her mouth and swallowing it.  Linda could tell from the sound what was going on and she felt sick to her stomach at the thought.

 

Then, Linda became totally afraid.  Rocky had backed up about twenty feet from her and had bent forward at the waist until her upper body was completely parallel to the floor – her head pointed directly at Linda’s mid section.  Rocky suddenly accelerated to an unbelievable speed for such a short distance and, before Linda could brace herself, Rocky’s stubble-filled head had buried itself directly into the pit of Linda’s stomach.  The blow, with the force of an NFL lineman, instantly paralyzed Linda’s diaphragm.  Linda now could no more breathe than if she had been hurtled under water.  She gasped for breath and tried to free herself from Mountain’s grasp.  It was impossible!  Linda drew her legs up to her body in some sort of reflex action as she continued to be held in mid-air. 

 

At that, Rocky straightened up and put her right hand beneath Linda’s crotch.  With a single motion she drove her middle finger into Linda’s dry ass hole and her thumb into Linda’s equally dry pussy.  Linda felt as though she was being doubly impaled with two steel rods.  The finger and thumb were harshly calloused and the strength of Rocky’s bicep drove the two digits solidly in until they bottomed out on the calloused palm.  Linda now knew how a bowling ball felt.

 

Rocky strained and suddenly was lifting Linda even higher with this grasp until she was almost four feet from the floor.  As Linda had been raised her back, her buttocks, and thighs were scrapped harshly against the Brillo pad-like pubic hair of Mountain.  Also, Mountain’s obscene tits were dragged across Linda’s shoulders, trailing tit sweat as they ground across Linda’s tender skin.  The huge tits actually could be heard to flop against the torso of their owner.  It was not a pretty sound.

 

Mountain had maintained her hold below Linda’s armpits to maintain stability.  Then, Rocky reached up and put her free hand on top of Linda’s head.  With a swift twisting motion she turned Linda completely upside down in mid-air, Mountain let loose of her grasp, And Rocky held Linda by her own brute strength.  Then, Rocky began shaking Linda as though she was mixing a cocktail.  Meanwhile, Linda still could not breathe and she was trying to suck air in while all of this fucking shaking was going on.  Linda’s white, stubby and thick legs were flopping in air like two wet noodles.

 

While all of this was going on, Mountain had moved to one side of the two women and the man had moved to the other side.  The two then began using their open palms to bat around the floppy tits of Linda.  There were too many sensations for Linda’s brain to decipher – shaking, tit slapping, lack of breathing – Linda lost consciousness!

 

Seeing that any further attacks would produce nothing, Rocky let Linda fall to the floor like a sack of potatoes.  The unconscious bitch lay there in a pile of human extremities as her legs and arms and tits just kind of found their own place to rest even though still attached to a short body.

 

Within about thirty minutes Linda began to regain consciousness.  It seems that a sound of screaming was penetrating her brain and bringing her back to the ‘real’ world.  As she tried to sort out the senses that were penetrating her fog, she realized that she was the one screaming.  She also realized that she could not move.  As her eyes began to focus, she saw a set of pudgy thighs above her and, of course, a pussy almost directly above her face.  It didn’t look right!  Then she saw a hand snake out and grasp a thatch of cunt hair that was directly in the middle of the foliage.  The hand filled with kinky hair gave a huge jerk and the cunt hair was removed from its home.  Linda felt an incredible pain in her pussy.  Then, she realized she was looking at herself!  She was lying flat on the examining table.  A strap around her neck was secured to the table.  Her arms were outstretched above her head and over the edge of the table.  They were secured to the base of the table.  Cords were around each of her ankles.  They had pulled her almost double so that her legs were above her body.  The cords were fastened to the ceiling in such a manner that her legs were spread open.  Her pussy and ass hole were wide open for inspection or for anything else deemed appropriate.  If Linda wasn’t actually experiencing this, she would have never dreamed that her middle age, out-of-shape body could be bent like this.  The pain in her pussy was incredible!  It distracted her from the fact that her other muscles were screaming at her to tell her they didn’t like being configured into this shape!

 

As she now focused more completely, she realized that Rocky was the one who was removing hair from her groin.

 

Then the man, who was standing to the side of Linda’s pudgy thighs said, “Don’t worry.  She’s not going to completely defrock you.  She’s only clearing a two inch wide path down the middle of your cunt hair.  It will help direct attention to the important parts!”

 

The pain became even more sharp, severe, and repetitive.  However, the thought of how she would look was even worse.

 

He spoke again.  “You may feel a little sting now.  We’re getting to the pussy lips.”

 

Linda knew what ‘a little sting’ meant.  Whenever her doctor would say that to her during a procedure, it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.  And it did.  Linda felt as though her lips were being pulled off!

 

In fact, they also looked like that.  The man bent down closer to get a good look.  He was astounded that pussy lips could stretch that far before giving away the kinky hair that was attached.  Also, he was intrigued by the droplets of blood that oozed from the wounds created by the departure of the pubic foliage.  He enjoyed the sight.

 

As Rocky continued with her landscaping, Mountain and the man leaned over Linda’s face.  Whenever she would open her mouth to scream at the newest infliction of plucking pain, one of them would spit into her mouth.  For some reason this was more obscene and disgusting to Linda than the other bodily fluids she had consumed.  And, she did consume their spittle.  There was just too much going on to figure out what else to do with the slimy stuff.  Somehow, through her pain, she did notice that Mountain’s spit was more disgusting than his.  Somehow, someway, it seemed that even Mountain’s saliva was fat!  And, the two of them seemed to have an endless amount of the oral fluid to deposit into her oral cavity. 

 

She was now beside herself with pain and degradation.  The hair that sprouted between her pussy and her asshole was incredibly painful as it was removed.  Linda didn’t even know she had hair there.  She wished she didn’t.  Well – now, in fact, she did not have it anymore.

 

When the deed was finally finished, the man left Linda’s line of sight for a while.  When he returned, he was holding a familiar shape.  It was a bottle of Old Spice aftershave lotion.

 

“Oh God!” exclaimed Linda.  “Please, don’t put that shit on me!”

 

He looked at her with disappointment.  “You were warned.  You may refer to yourself in only one of two ways.  If you had done that, I would have put this away.  Not you must pay.  Not only will it go on your plucked area, it will also be put up your pussy and in your ass!”

 

Linda began to weep.

 

He was true to his word.

 

He let Mountain slap it on the newly-exposed skin.  And slap she did.  Her fat fingers had a lot of muscle behind them and she slathered the alcoholic-based liquid with great gusto and glee.

 

Linda was now screaming endlessly and quite loudly.  She had not known that such pain existed.  Furthermore, her lower region now smelled like an old barbershop.

 

Before she could get her brain around what was happening, Rocky took a turkey baster, filled it to the max and slammed it into Linda’s ass hole.  With one fluid motion she squeezed the large bulb and the liquid slammed into Linda’s bowels.  It made the previous application seem like tea with the Queen.

 

Linda was now screaming, crying, and shaking to the extent allowed by her bindings.

 

The man took the baster, re-filled it and slammed it into Linda’s pussy.  He squeezed the bulb slowly so she would get a full, lasting effect.  She did.  She passed out again.

 

When Linda again regained consciousness, things had not improved.  Her pussy hurt.  Her ass hole hurt.  The shaved strip down the center of her bush hurt.  Her throat was raw from screaming.  Most of all, she had reached the point of losing any semblance of self-respect.  She was beginning to understand, and, perhaps accept her new station in life.  She now had only to survive!

 

Her current situation was beyond belief.  She was lying crossways at the end of the mattress on the floor.  Fucking was occurring on the remainder of the mattress.  The man was on top of Mountain, fucking her in the missionary position.  It looked like a hairy mammal fucking a whale – a great white whale.  A good part of his body seemed to disappear in the midst of her fatty tissue.  As his hairy ass bobbed up and down, swooshing sounds could be heard emanating from somewhere in her pussy.  Both of them were completely drenched in sweat.  Animalistic grunting noises could be heard from both of them. 

 

Mountain was moaning, “Come on, come on, come on, fuck me, fuck me, give me your juice, give me your juice!”

 

In the meantime, Rocky straddled him and settled her feet on the lateral globs of fat of Mountain that had been squished out to the side by his weight.  Mountain did even notice the extra load on her huge body.

 

Rocky bobbed downward and buried her face in the crack of his ass.  Her tongue could be heard lapping up whatever was residing in his ass hole. 

 

His grunting increased.  The odor from the three of them created and unbelievably disgusting scent for Linda.  However, this time – for the first time – she did not seem to be offended by it.  She accepted it!

 

Finally, he came.  And then, all three of them – he, Rocky, Mountain – screamed together in ecstasy. 

 

They rolled off of each other and sat up, looking at Linda. 

 

He said, “I had thought about having the bitch eat your pussies.”

 

Linda was shocked.  She knew women did this to each other but she certainly had never pictured herself doing it – and especially with two freaks like this.

 

He continued, “However, we need to save that for another time.  I want the cunt to anticipate it.  Do you two still have your periods at the same time?”

 

They nodded their heads simultaneously.

 

“When will the two of you be on the rag again?”

 

They indicated in about ten days.

 

He said, “Ten days from now, be here again.  The lowly cunt will be happy to eat your bloody pussies!”

 

As Linda began weeping, the three protagonists left her to ruminate over likely future events.

The Resurrection of Linda

The Resurrection of Linda

 

 

Chapter 5 – Linda’s Resurrection is Forecast (Day 5)

 

Linda’s sense of time was completely gone.  The room was kept in a consistent state of lighting and there were no time pieces.  Her feeding times were inconsistent so she never knew if a couple of hours had passed or a half a day before she was given a new helping of dog food.  As a result, she could not judge the passing of twenty-four hours.  She felt as though she had probably been in the room for around eight or nine days but she wasn’t sure.  She would have been quite disheartened to know that this was only the beginning of the fifth day.

 

In fact, he had previous experience in disrupting a person’s biorhythms to achieve control and to inflict severe punishment.  He had worked as an interrogator for a foreign government and he had become quite adept at his profession.  His techniques had included persistent manipulation of time, serving meals at odd times, disrupting sleep schedules, nonsensical conversations, and rewarding non-cooperation.  With the application of these, Linda was totally befuddled.

 

His time with her was really quite short each day.  However, each encounter with him seemed to last an eternity due to the distressing nature of the things he imposed upon her.  When he was not there, she was left with only her thoughts and fears.  There was nothing to help her pass the time except her own fantasies.  They were not good!

 

She was actually happy whenever he entered.  Although she knew his arrival would be a new insult to her sensibilities, at least it was human contact.  She yearned for good things, or at least – not bad things to happen to her.  The only good memory she had of these passing days was the one time when he had given her a shower – and – an incredible sexual experience!

 

The door clicked and he entered.  She had already assumed the presentation stance before the door swung open.  Her tits were uplifted by her hands for him.  Although he showed no emotion, he was pleased.

 

He walked up to her until he was just inches away from her extended tits.  His dick was semi-erect and almost brushed her torso.  He reached down with is right hand and placed two fingers just at the opening of her pussy slit.  His thumb slowly stroked the bare skin that now ran down the middle of her pubic hair. 

 

She was aroused.  It was the first time she had ever felt human skin touch her skin in that particular spot.  It was erotic to her.  The slight touch of his fingers on her outer pussy lips was entrancing.  She became wet.

 

He inserted his two fingers to the very hilt inside of her.  They instantly became wet with her moisture.  He withdrew the fingers and slowly brushed them across her upper lip.  She could smell herself.  When his fingers withdrew she stuck out her tongue and licked her upper lip.  It tasted good.

 

With unspoken communication between them, she opened her mouth wide.  He inserted his two fingers into her mouth.  She sucked them with great joy.  She tasted more of herself and she tasted him.  It was delicious!

 

He took both of her hands and pulled them toward him.  As a result, without the support of her hands, her tits slowly dropped to her torso.  Her nipples were hard and erect.  His dick was not completely erect.

 

As he walked backward, he led her to the mattress, pulled her around until the backs of her heels were touching the edge of the mattress.  He pushed her gently and she began to fall backward.  He broke her fall with his strong arms and allowed her slowly to sink to the mattress.

 

As she became completely prone on the mattress, on her back, she spread her legs wide open in invitation to him.  He accepted the invitation.

 

He knelt between her legs, put his hands on each side of her body and let himself down on to her body.  His dick completely aligned with her drenched pussy.  As he let his weight come down on to her breasts, his dick entered her easily and eagerly.  When his pubic bone touched hers, she was completely absorbed in the impending orgasm that she knew the two of them would have.

 

He let his body rest on hers for a seeming long stretch of time.  Due to the disparity in their heights, her face was immersed in the thick mat of body hair on his upper chest.  Due to her evolution, she now loved it!  She felt as though her face was buried in the fur of a savage animal that was about to have his way with her.  She could smell the intense fragrance of his maleness.  She even stuck out her tongue to lap up the musky sweat that resided at the base of this black, thick hair.

 

Her breasts, although flattened out, were pressing on either side of his navel.  Her nipples were hard.  He could feel them.  She had tried to wrap her short, pudgy legs around his hips.  Of course, they wouldn’t reach but he enjoyed the soft, squishiness of her thighs on either side of his muscular hips.

 

His hands were beneath her buttocks and he had a handful of ass cheek in each hand.  He was pulling her groin even tighter into his.  Then, he began a slow withdrawal of his dick from the depths of her womb.  She could feel the ridge of his bulbous dickhead rubbing against the walls of her vagina.  It was as tight as a diesel piston.  When he finally arrived at the point where only the tip of his tool was just inside her pussy lips, he held that position.  Her pussy lips were pulsating, begging him to come back completely inside of her.

 

He could feel her breath on his chest.  She was gasping.  Her arms were now around his body, pulling him even closer to her body, if that was, indeed, possible.

 

Then, he slammed in to her with all of his strength.  She let out a scream as she instantly experienced her first orgasm from this assault.  He now became an engine of sex.  He was fucking her with incredible speed and all the strength he could muster.  Her orgasms were continuous now.  An unending scream was emanating from the depths of her soul.  She had never had a string of orgasms such as this.

 

He had risen up on to his arms so that he could watch her face.  Her eyes were alternating between being completely shut and wide open.  When they were open, her irises were surrounded completely by the whites of her eyes. His face was drenched in sweat and it was dripping in a continuous stream on to her face.  When she felt the stream hit her cheeks and forehead, she actually opened her mouth to take in his perspiration.

 

He was driving his dick in to her.  His hold on her ass cheeks was so hard that she would have bruises for several days from his grip, showing the shape of his hands.

 

Her short legs were no longer wrapped around him but were spread wide and extended up in to the air.  Her pussy was clenching and unclenching, trying to urge him on.  It was unnecessary, he was a fucking machine!

 

Her screams turned in to shrill words as she bellowed, “Fuck your lowly cunt, fuck this miserable piece of ass, fuck this stupid bitch!!”

 

When he finally reached the point of coming, he withdrew suddenly from her and his pulsating dick was pointed straight up her sweaty body.  His first surge of cum flew through the air and struck her with a huge glob directly on the underside of her chin.  His second surge of cum was not as strong but it had more of an arc to it.  It landed directly on to the tip of her left nipple.  His third surge of cum was similar to the second although it landed directly on to the tip of her right nipple.  There were no more surges of man juice but now there was a steady, slow flow from his slit to her navel.  Her navel was filled to overflowing.

 

As she lay there, completely spent, he rose up to his knees and straddled her soaking body.  It was drenched in sweat – both his and hers – and his milky seed covered her torso.  Her breath was coming in quick, short gasps.  She looked down to her body and saw some of his handiwork.  She could feel the rest that was on the bottom of her chin and slowly beginning to flow to either side of her neck. 

 

She took her right hand, and using two fingers, she scooped up the cum from her chin and neck and eagerly took it into her mouth.  As she swallowed this nectar she continued scooping up his bounty and plunged it into her mouth.  Then, she looked down at her cream coated nipples.  And, she did something she would have never dreamed of doing a few days ago.  She held her left tit up and began licking the cum from the already erect nipple.  It was a delicious feeling.  The cum tasted good.  Her nipple felt wonderful as it tingled irresistibly.  When there was no cum left on that serving, she switched to the other nipple.  It was equally as good.  And, the sexual feelings were fantastic.  She realized that she should have been sucking herself many years ago!  Soon, cum was all gone, swallowed in to her stomach.  Her mouth was coated with his essence.  Her taste buds could taste nothing else.  Her olfactory nerves were immersed in the odors of their two bodies.  Her pussy was leaking freely of love juices.  For a brief moment, she was happy!

 

He looked down at her and said, “Do you feel you are ‘up to your knees’ in lust and love?”

 

She thought it a strange way of summing up what had just happened but she responded, “Your lowly cunt has been well treated.  Thank you.”

 

Then, with a gleam in his eyes, he asked, “How would you like to be up to your knees in shit?”

 

Something in his tone and his look gave her pause to shudder emotionally.  She responded with a stammer, “I . . . I . . . I don’t think . . .”  She instantly realized her error.  She tried to apologize and recover.  She never made it.

 

His right fist flew out with the speed of a cobra.  It landed directly on to the point of her chin.  She was out instantly!

 

When Linda’s eyes began fluttering and finely started to focus, she realized she was, indeed, in even deeper trouble than she had already been.

 

She was standing in a tub made of galvanized metal.  The tub was on the pad beneath the shower.  Apparently, there were two rings of some sort that were opposite each other on the inside of the tub.  Her legs were secured to these rings.  This caused her legs to be drawn far apart into a wide “V”. 

 

She would never have been able to retain her balance in this position except for the way her hands were secured.  They were above her head and tied tightly together.  A cord fastened to the ceiling was secured to her bindings and her arms were pulled above her head.  Thus, she was forced to stand upright.  The position of her arms actually tended to pull her breasts somewhat upward so that they didn’t sag quite as much.

 

These were not the only things that indicated to her that she was in trouble of a new sort.  Standing before her was a movable IV stand that held an enema bladder.  It was obvious that the enema container was quite full.  There was a reason why Linda recognized it for what it was and the reason was not comforting to her.

 

Linda had begun her working life as a nurse trainee.  It simply did not pan out for her.  For, you see, she was completely repulsed by shit.  When she discovered that she would have to clean up after adults who were incontinent, she knew this was not for her.  And, when she was shown how to give her first enema, she simply freaked out and walked off the job.  She hated shit!  She hated its smell, its appearance, and the very thought of from whence it had came.

 

When she saw the enema bladder, she knew immediately how it would be used.

 

He appeared before her with a strange looking leather harness in his hand.  She whimpered as he began fastening it to her.  The stiff leather wrapped around the back of her neck and head, down the front of her shoulders, beneath her armpits and then fastened behind her back. 

 

When he had completed the adjustment of it, her head was forced downward and now she could only look at her feet and the bottom of the tub to which she was fastened.  This was a terribly uncomfortable position as was her widespread feet, and her arms above her head.  A new hell was about to begin.  But, even worse than being physically uncomfortable, it was a source of great mental anguish.  Now she was forced to look down herself at parts of her body that she knew were not particular appealing.  Well, hell, there weren’t any parts of her body that she thought were particular appealing.  The first thing she now saw were her tits that she knew were well into the middle age doldrums.  Her stomach pooched out a bit.  Her pussy hair always was in disarray and now it had a goddamn landing strip of skin straight down the middle.  The only redeeming grace about the whole thing was that her protruding tummy blocked her line of sight to her cheesy thighs!

 

He wheeled the IV stand around behind her.  Without ceremony or warning, he jammed the nozzle on the enema tube into her ass hole.  She jumped and screamed at the same time.  Of course, that was to no avail.  He had raised the stand quite high and opened the valve on the tube. 

 

Linda immediately felt her bowels begin to fill.  It hurt.

 

What she didn’t know, at first, was that he had two more containers.  When the one filling her ass was empty, he exchanged bladders in one fluid motion.  He was quite good.

 

Linda was suffering cramps that she couldn’t believe.  These made menstrual cramps seem like ‘tea with the queen’.  Because of her downward gaze, she could tell that her lower regions were becoming quite bloated – in direct proportion to the pain she was suffering.  She began begging for relief but relief was yet to come.  Luckily for now, she did not know that when relief would finally be given it would only portend of even worse indignities to come!

 

The nozzle was serving as a butt plug and she had to endure the filling of her guts.  Then, to her horror, he simply left the room – leaving her to ponder how she would endure this new assault!

 

When he finally did return, she had lost any semblance of time.  Her time of being filled was simply an eternity.  She was ranting.  Sometimes crying, sometimes giggling, and sometimes begging with incomprehensible words.  Although her words were indecipherable, it was obvious that she really and truly wanted release from her pain.

 

Without warning, he walked behind her and ripped the nozzle from her ass hole.  He had to jump aside quite quickly as shit and brown liquid erupted from her body.  Her already tender ass chute was injured anew as the contents did their best to evacuate her body.  She was screaming now, screaming at the top of her lungs.  Her pudgy thighs were quivering, her tits were dancing, her mouth was gasping like a grounded fish as she tried to take in enough oxygen to replace what she was expelling.  She was in total and complete distress!

 

Most of the offal went in the tub.  Some shot over the edge of tub to the pad below.  Much of it coated her ass and the insides of her thighs.  She was a mess!  Her downward look enabled her to see that her feet were now surrounded by shit.  This awful concoction of things she truly hated!  She was now beginning to be immersed in it!  Her eyes welled up with tears at the indignity.

 

Then, things got worse.  With the trauma of what had happened to her backdoor plumbing, she lost control of her front door plumbing.  She pissed herself.  Since her legs were so widespread, most of it went directly to the tub.  However, there was a certain amount of dribbling on to her thighs.  She felt the warm piss slowly wend its way down the insides of her legs.  And, that which had gone directly to the tub, splattered brown liquid up to the lower parts of her body.

 

First of all, she was terribly defeated that he had seen her shit.  And, she was even more distraught that he had seen her piss herself.  She hoped he realized it was an accident and not something she had done deliberately!  Then, she thought, “Why am I worrying about what he thinks?  He thinks nothing of me!”

 

He walked in front of her and she eyed him with fear as she could just barely see his face when she rolled her eyes to the top.  He showed no emotion.  She showed plenty.  He blew her a kiss and went to open the door.

 

She could hear voices and footsteps but she could not raise her head to discern who was entering.  When they finally walked to the edge of the tub, she could make out who – or what – it was.  New horror enveloped her.

 

They were four Hispanics.  Now the truth is, her racism was quite inclusive.  She really hated all non-Caucasians.  She hated Spics almost as much as she hated niggers.  These particular Spics were especially horrible to look at. 

 

They were naked and their skin was quite bronze.  Their dicks weren’t particular big and they were not at all erect.  This could be because she was a complete mess and she was standing in shit with shit all over her bottom half.

 

He spoke to the four men in their native language.  She could not understand but she soon figured out what he had told them.

 

He had told them he wanted the shit washed off the insides of her thighs.  They immediately obliged by lifting their puny tools and aiming them at her.  Without warning, they began pissing on her.  The piss hit her thighs and mingled with the shit stains.  Some of the stains washed down her legs, some remained. 

 

The piss was quite warm and, surprisingly, quite forceful.  She was being pissed on by Spics!  My god, this was the worst offence of all!  And, to make matters worse, they giggled as they continued to piss on her.  It seemed that they had incredible bladders because their piss streams seemed to last a lifetime.  Finally, they were through, as dribbles of piss fell in to the tub.

 

By now the smell was atrocious!  Her shit and their piss did not produce good fragrances.  Now, they were about to make it worse.

 

The tallest of the men turned around, hunkered over the edge of the tub and began taking a shit.  It was a mighty shit!  With the position of her head she could see an unending turd descending from his ass to her tub.  She could even see kernels of undigested corn in his product.  When he finally finished he wiped his ass with his fingers!  He rose up, turned, and wiped his fingers on to her upper lip.  He jerked his fingers away as she vomited.

 

Then, one by one, the other three Hispanics followed suit.  Each of them could shit mighty shits!  And, they did.

 

By now she was blubbering as she saw her shit, their shit, their piss, and her vomit coagulate in a disgusting pool around her feet.

 

As they exited the door, nine men entered.  They were naked from the waist down.  They were apparently a softball team because they still wore the top part of their uniforms.  They were quite fat and each was carrying a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon.  They seemed to belch and fart continually.

 

She could not see them immediately but she felt their product quite soon.  Each of them took turns standing behind her and pissing all over her.  They seemed to be in a contest to see who could piss the highest on her, who could piss the most accurately, and even who could write words with their stream. 

 

After they had pelted all areas of the back of her body, all enema shit had been washed to the tub.  She could now see that the contents were rising up on her.  She could no longer vomit but this did not restrain her from constantly gagging as she tried to keep down an imaginary gorge from the pit of her stomach.

 

And, it turned out that instead of nine men, there were actually 9 ½ men.  For the team had a mascot – a midget who dressed as a leprechaun.  In this case the only part of his usual outfit that he was wearing was his green hat with the shamrocks all around.  Other than that, he was completely naked.  His miniature dick looked like a pimple.  In each little hand, he carried a roll of toilet paper.  As a pop song said, it would soon be shown that ‘short people got no reason to live’.  For his job was to wipe asses after they had taken a shit!

 

Each of the ball players walked around to the front, hunkered down over the edge of the tub and shit a load.  Now she could see them.  That is, she could see huge, hairy ass cheeks in front of her body as shit flowed freely from them.  When each man finished, the midget would wipe the man’s ass quite vigorously with up to three hunks of toilet paper.  His little hand was quite capable of getting in to those hard-to-reach places.  After wiping, he stood on his tip toes to put the used paper beneath Linda’s nose.  Each time he said in a high squeaky voice, “Does this shit stink?”

 

Linda always answered vigorously in the affirmative.  She did not want to be accused of being rude!

 

Soon, to her horror, she discovered that she was actually examining each chunky ass that was squatting down before her.  She noted that some were ripply fat, some were muscular, some were hairy, some had no hair at all, and some were almost feminine looking. 

 

She thought, “My god, what’s happening to me?  I’m evaluating drunken softball players’ asses!”

 

Even worse, she was examining the shit they were putting out.  Some turds were long and flowing.  Some were made up of a series of little balls.  Some were almost liquid.  Some looked like Moby Dick was spitting out huge whale-size chaws of tobacco.  The smell surrounding her was enhanced with each passing load of shit.  She was standing in a living cesspool. 

 

When all full-sized men had finished shitting, they took turns standing in front of her and masturbating.  Their fat bellies and fat men’s breasts actually shook as they beat off.  They set a target as being the strip of bare skin down the middle of her pussy hair.  They were entranced by this sight.  Some were actually successful.  Some just didn’t have the spurt power and their seed simply fell to the mix of shit and liquid in the tub.  It gave it a nice touch by varying from the dull brown color.  It almost looked like the shitty liquid had white caps in it.

 

Finally the men left.  However, the midget asked if he could stay on.  He had always thought it demeaning to be forced to play a leprechaun because of his stature.  Now he had found his calling.  It was an important job and he wanted to become even more adept at it than he already was.

 

Shit and liquids were now about half way up Linda’s calves.  The smell was horrible.  The touch was even worse.  She could feel turd balls seeping down through her toes.

 

Then a new crew arrived.  This was the damndest thing that anyone had ever seen.  It was a barbershop quartet!  They were all naked from the waist down.  On top, however, they were wearing red and white striped coats, yellow shirts, and little polka dot bow ties.  They were singing as they came in.  They were singing to the tune of “I Dream of Jeannie with the Light Brown Hair.”  Except, the words were:  “I dream of Linda in the Light Brown Shit.”

 

They each hunkered down around the tub – one in front, one behind, and one on each side.  Then they began farting.  And, oddly enough, their individual voice parts could be determined from their farts.  The bass had a loud, deep fart that seemed to rumble from the bottom of a huge barrel.  The 1st tenor had a high piercing fart that could have come from a woman.  The baritone and 2nd tenor were actually harmonizing with their farts.  It sounded like a “two-toned” doorbell!

Soon, they were actually farting out a rudimentary tune.  It was “Won’t You Come Home Bill Bailey?” 

 

Oh sure, every note was not pitch perfect (after all they were doing it with their ass)!  But, nonetheless, the tune was certainly recognizable.

 

Then, the quartet began to shit.  Their shits were perfectly synchronized and landed in the tub with perfect timing, all of them exactly together.  She had just been shit on with perfect harmony and timing!  However, as good as they were, their shit still stunk!

 

When they had finished, they stayed hunkered down.  The midget moved quickly from one to another, reaching around, and gleefully wiped each tuneful ass.  After forcing Linda to smell each soiled toilet paper, he simply dropped the filthy wads into the tub.  As Linda continued to stare downward, she felt as though she was staring down into the hole of an old country outhouse!

 

Finally, the quartet arose and exited the room, humming as they went.  The midget did a strange dance around the tub.  He was as gross as he was little.

 

For the next few hours, more men came into the room to do their business.  Apparently, the man knew many ass holes who wanted to shit in a tub containing a pudgy, middle-aged woman!

 

When the shit and liquids finally reached above her knees, the parade of shitters ended.  The midget finally left, happy to the max for the work he had done.  Linda was now quivering and blubbering. 

 

Her legs were in agony from the stressed position.  Her arms felt like mush from being held up so long.  Her sense of smell had long since been overwhelmed.  She had been diminished to the lowest form of life.  Things became worse.

 

The man walked up to her and held two small children’s pails beneath her line of sight.  Each was decorated with colorful stars and smiley faces.  Attached to the bale of each pale was a short chain.  Attached to the free end of each chain was a vicious looking alligator clip.

 

Her eyes were dull from her trauma but she sensed a new height of fear as she saw the clips.  Without preamble, he attached a clip to her left and right nipple.  The pain was devastating.  She felt as though her nipples were being chewed off.

 

Then, the man took a scoop and began searching through the shit for particular turds.  When he found one he wanted, he scooped it up and placed it in one of the pails.  He explained that he was looking for just the right turd – not to soft, not to hard – but just right.

 

Then, as though remembering something at the last minute, he said, “I’m sorry.  Where are my manners?  Do you prefer ‘light’ or ‘dark’?”

 

The meaning of this escaped her and, reflexively, she shrugged her shoulders.  This was a mistake and is brought sharper pain to her nipples.  She shrieked!

 

He responded, “Not to worry – I’ll give you a variety pack.”

 

With each load dropped in a pail, her nipples were being stretched and tortured.  Soon, each pail was full of shit and she was wailing at the top of her lungs.  Her crying caused her chest to shake and this only accentuated the pain she was suffering.

 

He then explained that she had the power to remove the weight that was stressing her body.  All she had to do was eat it!

 

She began moaning, “Please, please, just kill me, please, just kill me!”

 

His words leaped out as sharp as a whip, “You stupid cunt!  The word ‘me’ is not in your vocabulary.  You will pay!”

 

Although deep in pain and indignity, she tried to make amends, “This lowly cunt is so sorry.  Please forgive this sorry piece of ass.  Please kill this filthy cunt that does not deserve to live!”

 

He responded, “But I am killing you, although not physically.  I’m killing your self-respect, your old standards, your phobias, and anything else you hold dear.  When you are finally resurrected, you will realize that as you please me, I will bring pleasure to you.  Although pleasure for you will be defined completely different than anything you ever imagined!  Now for your punishment for your stupid indiscretion”

 

She thought, “My god, punishment?  What the hell have I been going through?”

 

He added some thoughts, “You do not deserve to have me tending to you for the remainder of the day.  The fucking midget can tend to you.  He will feed you!  You will suck his dick!  He will invade you!”

 

Through her pain she was not sure of the meaning of all of this but it was too much for her to bear mentally, she began sobbing and promising anything if he would not force her to eat the shit.  He simply smiled and thumped one of the pails.  It immediately began swinging and adding to the torture to her tit.

 

As he left the room, the midget entered, dragging a stepstool behind him.  He was still naked.  His little dick was erect.  He smiled with a mouthful of little teeth.

 

He pulled up the stool before her and climbed to the top step.  His dick was exactly even with her mouth.  He said in a tiny voice, “Suck me off or I will step into the two pails with both feet.”

 

Her nipples felt as though a pit bull was pulling on them.  She could not imagine what it would feel like to have any additional weight, even this little man’s weight.  She instantly opened her mouth wide.

 

He plunged his hips forward and his dick and both balls immediately entered her oral cavity.

 

She was shocked!  She had not thought of sucking his balls and dick at the same time.  Nonetheless, she knew she must comply.  She began sucking and making love to his package with her tongue.  It was amazing how adept she had become due to the coercion to which she had been promised for noncompliance.

 

His dick became more solid although not a lot larger.  His balls twitched.  He began breathing rapidly through his mouth.  She could feel the ultra fine pubic hairs brushing on her mouth.  She didn’t care.  However, her oral action was swinging the pails of shit that were hanging from her nipples.  This hurt like a son-of-a-bitch but she stayed with her task. 

 

Suddenly he came.  The volume of his load was small but the force was gigantic!  She felt as though the back of her throat was hit with a pellet gun.  She continued to work his whole package and he dribbled little dribbles into her mouth.  She swallowed all of it gamely.  While he was still in her mouth, she cleaned him thoroughly.  When he finally withdrew with a pop, there were no dribbles.

 

He produced a tablespoon from somewhere.  It looked like a scoop in his miniature hands.  He bent down to the pail on her left nipple and took a spoonful.  He held it before her mouth.  He said, “Eat or I will step into the pails.”

 

She ate.  It tasted like shit.  It was shit.  She gagged.  Some went up into her sinus cavities.  She swallowed.  It came back up but she held it in her mouth.  She swallowed again.  She knew she must if she was to salvage any part of her tits and nipples.

 

He kept at it and it seemed to take an eternity.  She was full!  She was full of shit!

 

The midget used both hands to open the alligator clips.  She screamed as the blood came flowing back into her nipples.  Then the little man climbed down from his perch and plunged his hands into the shit that came up to her knees.  His hands would barely reach the bindings the secured her ankles but he made it and he released her from her ties to the tub.

 

At the same time she heard a whirring sound and she felt herself being lifted into the air by the cord that held up her arms.  The weight felt terrible but it felt good to have her legs come together.  Shit seemed to be dripping from her from everywhere.

 

Two huge naked men came in.  They ignored Linda completely.  They simply picked up the tub of shit and left.  Then a man who had been castrated entered.  He looked strange without any equipment.  He took the shower head, turned on the water, and cleaned her thoroughly.  He seemed to have no feeling for her whatsoever.  She could have been a car or a boat from his demeanor.  But, when he finished, she was clean.  Then the eunuch cleaned the midget.  The “man” left when he had completed his tasks.

 

The midget walked up to Linda and told her to spread her legs.  She complied instantly.  The top of the little man’s head just came up to the bottom of her bush.  Without ceremony, he reached up with his left hand and plunged it into her pussy, all the way up to his elbow.  Linda screamed!

 

He adjusted his stance, took his right hand, and plunged it into her ass hole, again up to his elbow.  Now Linda was screaming unendingly.

 

He began working the fingers of his pussy hand and found her G spot.  She had heard about it but doubted its existence.  Her doubts were removed.  She came in the most intense orgasm she could have ever imagined.  Now he was working both hands and she was immersed in pain and ecstasy.  She felt as though she had been invaded by ten erotic white worms.  She was having trouble standing but she knew if she fell on him she would probably kill him.  She could not imagine the punishment for that!  Plus, she would lose all of these orgasms she was experiencing.

 

For the next few hours she was subjected to one orgasm after another.  She was in another world.  Another time.  Another place.  She begged for more.  She urged him onward.  Her body was dripping with sweat.  Her pussy was a swamp.  Her ass hole was pulsating, urging his short arm even further upward.

 

Finally, her body gave it up.  She collapsed in a state of complete unconsciousness.  The midget had been ready for this – he had been down this road before.  In one swift motion he withdrew from her and jumped away.

 

Day 5 was over!

The Resurrection of Linda

The Resurrection of Linda

 

 

Chapter 6 – Linda Gets a New Name, New Positions, and the Feel of the Crop (Day 6)

 

Linda was at her wit’s end.  That is to say, if she had any wit left she would surely be at the end of it.  As things stood, she had barely any wit left – certainly not enough to define an end at which to be.  Better said, she was at the end of her rope, her nerve, her strength, her emotional stability, and any semblance of self-respect.

 

Her stomach was in turmoil from being forced to digest shit, piss, and dog food.  Her mouth tasted like death taking a shit.  Perhaps it was the taste of shit.  Perhaps piss.  Perhaps dog food.  Perhaps sexual juices.  Probably all of the above.

 

Her anal canal was raw and sore beyond imagination.  Her nipples felt as though they had been chewed by an alligator.  Well, in a way they had. 

 

And, there was the memory of her orgasms.  Orgasms that exceeded her wildest dreams.  She could not reconcile her degradation and her thrill at her sexual experiences.  My god, a little man had played inside her two nether cavities!  And, she had experienced a chain of orgasms from his activities.  She should have been horrified.  And, to some extent she was.  But, she was also tremendously excited from the experience.

 

He entered the room and she immediately presented herself as her hands elevated her pained tits.  He walked up to her and told her to fall to her knees.  She did.  She noticed that his erect dick was only a couple of feet in front of her face.  He stepped up to her and his tool grazed her face.  She assumed he wanted a blow job but that wasn’t to be at this moment.  He waved a dog collar in front of her face.

 

He said, “I’ve brought you a gift.”

 

She thought, “Forget about ‘beware of Greeks bearing gifts’ – beware of captors bearing gifts!”

 

The collar was made of heavy leather.  He showed her the inside of the collar.  It was lined with copper pads.  Then, without fanfare, he put the collar around her neck and secured it with a handheld rivet gun.

 

It felt strange to her and she knew that nothing good would come of this.

 

He explained, “A ‘bitch’ is a female dog.  You are female and, now, a dog.  A cunt is a bitch with holes to be used and abused.  That also describes you.  From this day hence, your name is bitch-cunt.  It is how I will refer to you.  It is how all of our visitors will refer to you.  Most important of all, it is how you will refer to yourself.  Any questions bitch-cunt?”

 

Apparently she picked up on the situation immediately as she answered, “Your filthy bitch-cunt understands.”

 

He was pleased as he continued on with new instructions.

 

“From this time hence, you will assume a new series of presentations when you enter.  Release your tits, turn around and get down on your hands and knees with your ass pointing toward me.”

 

She complied.

 

He continued, “Put your face and shoulders down to the floor so that your ass is sticking up in the air.  Reach behind you and pull your fat ass cheeks apart as far as possible.  Also, spread apart your knees so that I can see everything clearly.”

 

Her face had become bright crimson by now but she complied to the full extent of his instructions.

 

“This is the presentation position you are to immediately assume when I enter the room.  I may leave you in that position for a while.  I may do things to your ass hole or cunt.  In any case, you will remain in this pose until I say, ‘Release’”.

 

She spread her knees apart into a V and pulled her ass cheeks apart even further.  She did not want to offend him in any way!  Her ravaged ass hole winked at him invitingly but he did not accept the invitation.

 

“When I say, ‘Release’, you will rise to your knees; you will turn around and face me.  This is Position 2.  You will hold up your tits as you have been doing up until now.  I will walk up to you.  You will lick my dick and my balls.  You will lick every square inch of skin on my package.  When you have done this satisfactorily, I will say ‘suck’.  You will take my dick into your mouth all the way until your nose is mashed against my pubic bone.  You will suck and lick my piss slit until I indicate you are finished.  Then, you will suck each of my balls – one at a time until I indicate you are finished.  Now – release Position.”

 

She immediately rose to her knees, turned around and elevated her sore tits to him.  He walked up to her, his hard dick bobbing as he closed the distance between them.

 

Without hesitation, she began licking his dick, starting with the bulbous, purple head.  It proved to be an elusive object and she had difficulty getting good licks on it with her tongue.  Instinctively, she turned loose of her tits and reached for his tool.  Without warning, he clapped his hands together on each side of her head, with the blows landing directly on to each ear.

 

It felt as though an explosion had happened in each of her ear drums.  She was quite dizzy for a moment but she managed to hear him say, “I didn’t tell you to release your tits you stupid bitch-cunt.  Use only your tongue, lips and face on my precious equipment!”

 

Somehow, her brain processed what he said and she immediately presented her tits again.  She leaned her face into his left hip and began licking vigorously at the base of his tool.  She worked her way out to the tip and, as it began to flop around, she trapped it between her mouth and his body.  Then, she began licking in earnest.  His thick pubic hair rubbed into her face and she licked his tool as though it were the finest lollipop on the face of the earth.  His prick responded with pulsating rhythms that responded completely to her ministrations. 

 

After what seemed to be an endless time she heard him say, “Good job bitch-cunt, and now start working on the balls.”

 

As she leaned forward to lick his balls she had to work to maintain her balance.  It was difficult to stay upright while on her knees due to her thighs being spread wide and because she had to use her hands to present her tits to him.  Nonetheless, she did maintain her equilibrium as her tongue pushed aside his pubic hair and as she began licking the pebbly skin over his scrotum.  His musky groin scent was amazingly powerful.

 

Oddly enough, a few days ago she would have found this aroma to be quite repulsive.  Now, it was actually attractive to her.  It signified to her the ecstasy that he could bring to her if he so chose.  His thick pubic hair was invading her mouth, surrounding her tongue and even causing her a bit of excitement.  Her pussy was getting wet!

 

Her tongue worked on his left ball.  She licked the skin in front of his nut, behind his nut, and below his nut.  She licked the area that joined his scrotum to his dick.  Then she switched to the other ball and repeated the procedure.  His dick was really hard now with large droplets of pre-cum flowing from his piss slit.  This was flowing down to her forehead and from there finding all sorts of directions to thoroughly coat her face.  Some was in her eyes; some was flowing down her cheeks.  She didn’t care.  It felt good with its warmth and moisture.

 

He told her to clean off his piss slit with her tongue even though both of them knew it would quickly become coated again.  She complied, using just the tip of her tongue.  Then, she slowly withdrew her tongue into her wide open mouth.  When her tongue was inside her mouth, she swallowed noisily.  He told her to begin sucking his balls now.

 

She did with vigor.  She was firm but gentle.  She enjoyed the feel of his nut rolling around in her mouth.  She enveloped it with her tongue and massaged it.  Now her pussy was flowing quite freely and a large spot was forming on the floor beneath her crotch.  Some juice was flowing down each fat thigh.  She switched to the other ball and sucked it just as thoroughly.  The hair on his groin was now soaking wet with her spittle.

 

Finally, he congratulated her on her work and told her to kneel upright on her knees.  It was time for the next phase.

 

She was proud.  He had complimented her on a job well done.  She eagerly awaited the next phase.  However, when he explained it to her, she lost some of her eagerness.

 

He turned and bent over at the waist with his ass fully before her mouth.  He told her she could release her tits.  Then he indicated to her that she was to spread wide his ass cheeks.  As she did, the aroma of fresh shit filled the air.  He had just taken a dump and he had apparently not wiped well – if at all!

 

He said, “You are to lick the crack of my ass until it is thoroughly clean.  You are to lick the rim of my hole.  You are to lick the area between my anus and my balls.  I want all of the hair in the region to be sparkling clean.  Finally, you are to immerse your tongue in my ass hole, swish it around, and clean my poop chute thoroughly.  When I tell you to form a seal, you will mash your lips tightly around my butt hole.  I will then fart into your mouth.”

 

He waited for her to begin.  It was a thoroughly disgusting thing to contemplate but the consequences of disobedience would be even worse.

 

He confirmed this.  “If you do not do a good job, I will have you lie in the tub.  Then, a plethora of people will come and fill it and you with shit.  You will then lay in that waste and your own for five days.  You pick your ‘poison’”.

 

She believed him as she dived into his ass crack with an aggressive vigor.  There was a long brown streak all the way up his ass crack, intermingled with the huge mat of hair that covered his skin.  At first she tried just licking the shit off of the hair.  This was completely ineffective.  Then, she tried sucking it off in the hopes that she could suck in the crap and swallow in one fell swoop.  This, too, was quite ineffective.  Finally she ‘bit the bullet’ as she enveloped swatches of hair with her lips and slowly pulled the shit off of the clump.  This was effective – and quite disgusting.  After the stuff came to rest in her mouth she had to swallow it.  Some of the chunks of shit were simply too large to ingest in one gulp.  These she had to chew on and then swallow.  It, too, tasted like shit!  She kept this up until his hairy ass crack was quite clean – and quite moist from her saliva.  He pulled apart his ass cheeks even further and, instinctively, she went to work on the area between his ass hole and his balls.  The scent was almost unbearable.  The entire area was quite sweaty in addition to being laden with his shit.  Did the bastard wipe at all!  Here the shit was quite pliable because it was in such a moist area.  There wasn’t much but what it lacked in quantity was more than made up for by a horrible texture and a vile taste.  Finally, she finished it.  Now the only part left was the hole itself.  It peeked at her, almost laughing as it realized what she had to do next.  She tentatively rimmed his ass hole with her tongue.  The skin was resilient and it felt as though she was licking a rubber membrane.  It was lined with shit and, by now, she had built up some amount of mental distance from what she was doing.  Finally, the rim of his ass hole was quite clean.  This left the inside of the hole.  She put her lips up against the puckered skin and began inserting her tongue.  She was quite surprised at how easily her tongue invaded his nether region.  In reality, for some reason his ass hole had dilated and it was to the point of gaping when she entered.  Yet, it was still quite snug and her tongue felt strange as it was squeezed somewhat from all sides.  Also, her facial cheeks were being squeezed by his hairy ass cheeks.  This, too, was a strange feeling.  Now the smell was overwhelming!  It was soon to get worse!

 

Then she heard the words from afar that she had dreaded in anticipation.

 

“Form a seal bitch-cunt!”

 

She did.  She pressed her lips firmly against the skin around his shit hole.  He farted one of those dreadful farts that only men can do!  It rumbled!  It was slightly wet!  It felt like a shit tornado was hitting the roof of her mouth and the back of her throat.  And, it seemed unending!  My god!  How much air could one man’s bowels contain?  Little did she know that he had eaten a huge quantity of Texas chili about an hour ago. 

 

He had looked forward to her ministrations and this was to be the piece de résistance!  It was!

 

She could feel the bile rising in her gullet in the same measure that his fart was descending into the depths of her body and soul.  Her tongue was actually vibrating from the force of his expulsion.  Although it only lasted for a duration of a few seconds – it seemed like days! 

 

Fortunately, she kept down her bile.  Then, she began working in earnest – swishing her tongue around inside his shit chute.  Without warning or an instruction of ‘form a seal’, he let loose with one more quick crack of a fart.  It wasn’t much for force but it was a killer for smell.  It seemed as though she could actually smell it through the membranes of her mouth!

 

He released his ass cheeks quite quickly and rose up in one fluid motion as he turned around to face her.  Her lips and the skin around her lips were coated with a brown ring – his shit.  Somehow, she managed to stay erect on her knees and she remembered to retain the hold on her tits – presenting them to him.

 

Then, he reinforced what had just taken place.  “Remember these actions and their sequence well.  These will take place every time I enter the room.  If you forget, or do a poor job, you will be punished!”

 

She replied, “Your filthy bitch-cunt understands sir.”

 

He then gave her another new instruction.  “From this moment hence, you will never walk upright again in this room.  You must crawl on all fours as a proper bitch-cunt should do.  You may never stand up!  If you have to piss, go to the shower stall, lift your leg, and do your business.  If you have to shit, go to the shower stall, spread your legs while on all fours and shit your load.  After you shit it, you will sniff it!  Then you will pick it up with your right hand and crawl over to the toilet where you will deposit it.  The toilet lid will now always be functional.  However, if you do anything with the toilet other than deposit your shit – you will be punished!”

 

She was horrified.  Despite all of the indignities she had already suffered, this one injured her spirit as much as any other she had experienced.

 

He was pleased with her voluntary response and he pointed to the wall at his right.  There was something there that she had not noticed.  Hanging on the wall was a dog leash.

 

He instructed, “Crawl over to the leash, snap it on to your collar, put the free end in your mouth and bring it to me.”

 

She began crawling and she now realized how painful this was going to be on her knees.

 

Apparently he sensed her discomfort and he explained, “Your knees will be shredded from this.  Endure it.  They will toughen up and eventually the scars will turn to calluses.  Your body is so unattractive that these will not detract from your looks!”

 

These last words hurt as much as anything she had endured thus far.  They hurt because she realized they were true!

 

She continued crawling until she reached the leash hanging on the wall.  She supported her weight on her left hand and reached up with her right hand to take the leash.  She had a bit of trouble securing the leash to her collar.  While doing it she actually fell forward directly on to her face. 

 

“Stop fucking around you stupid bitch-cunt!” he shouted.

 

While lying in this position she finally managed to attach it.  She rose to her hands and knees.  She took the handle of her leash and put it into her mouth.  It tasted like – well – it tasted like leather.  She crawled back to him.

 

“Rise to your knees so that I can take the leash from your mouth bitch-cunt.”

 

She did.

 

He took the leash and said, “Now we’re going for a walk around the room so you can learn how to properly heel.”

 

Linda was stunned.  The collar and leash were completely demeaning.  Her position on her hands and knees was totally subservient.  She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to no longer be able to walk upright.  Her mouth still tasted like shit but these tastes had become distant from her senses as her brain was trying to absorb this new ‘adventure’ upon which she was about to embark.

 

He took the handle loop in his right hand and he gripped the leash about half way down its length with his left hand.  Then he roughly jerked her around to his left side.  Her head jerked with the surprise pull and she shuffled around to his left side.

 

“You are to always walk on my left side. You are to walk slightly behind me so that your nose is just behind my left calf.  This is the ‘heel’ position.  When I say, ‘heel’, you will instantly move to that position.  If you are late in assuming the position, would you like to know your punishment?”

 

“Your filthy bitch-cunt would like to know what punishment you feel is appropriate.”

 

He said nothing but showed her a remote that he had brought forward from somewhere.  He showed her the number pad.  He told her first she would be given the “1” number.  He pressed down the number one and held it.

 

Linda felt a tingling on her neck that apparently emanated through the copper pads that were on the inside of the collar.  It was not painful but it was irritating.  It felt as though a gaggle of bugs was marching around her neck.

 

He released the button and told her now she would feel the effects of the number “0”. 

He pressed it and held it down.  The effect was instantaneous.

 

Linda screamed at a pitch that was almost beyond human hearing.  A lightning bolt shot into her neck.  Her eyes bugged out.  Her tongue began pushing in and out of her mouth.  The hair on her head began waving.  Although she wanted to stand and run, she was paralyzed.  The lightning bolt continued to course through her body until he mercifully released the button. 

 

She was grunting now as she tried to recover her senses.  She felt a puddle touching her knees.  She had pissed herself.

 

“That is as much electricity as a bitch-cunt such as you can withstand without suffering permanent neural damage.  I assume you don’t want to feel that again.  Answer me!”

 

She wagged her head from side to side as she stuttered what she hoped would be an appropriate answer.”

 

Y . y . y . your  mis . miserable bit . bitch – cu . cu. cunt apprec . appreciates any . any thing you deem wor . worthy of her!”

 

It was a good answer.  He reached down and patted the top of her head.

 

“You have pissed yourself.  You have messed up my floor.  Lick it up.”

 

He held the remote down in front of her face and began to press the number “0”.

 

Linda immediately spun around and began licking her own piss with an amazing vigor.  She was driven!  She was thorough!  She had never licked anything with such ferocity in her entire life!

 

Nonetheless, he pressed the number “1” just so she would be reminded of what was around her neck.  She needed no reminding.  Within moments she had licked up the entire puddle.

 

“Heel!”

 

Instantly she was at his left position, slightly behind him.

 

He began walking around the room, rather slowly.  It was good that he walked slowly because she was not a fast crawler.  Also, her knees were hurting like a son-of-a-bitch!  She knew that skin was being scraped off.  She knew that blood was forming on her knees.  But, she knew his power with the fucking collar.  She kept up.

 

He picked up the pace.  So did she, although not without a touch of severe distress.  Her pudgy thighs were quivering.  Her fat ass was bouncing up and down.  Her knees were hurting tremendously.  But, she kept up!

 

“This is as fast as I will go today.  We will do this for thirty minutes each day.  Each day we will pick up the pace until we are trotting.”

 

This was bad news.  Her lungs were already screaming for oxygen and she was gasping for breath.  Drool was flowing freely from her mouth.  Sweat covered her body as she tried to keep up with his fast walking pace.  He touched the number “1” and she forced herself to keep up.  She did.

 

Thirty minutes seemed like thirty years.  She did not know how she did it.  Her knees were a bloody mess.  Her sagging tits were rising and falling with the actions of her lungs.  For some strange reason, her nipples were quite hard.

 

He told her to sit up.   She didn’t know what to do.

 

When I say ‘sit up’, you will rise to your knees, you will pull your nipples out as far from your body as possible.  You will hold that position and you will bark ‘arf’ three times.  If I feel you are not pulling your nipples to their fullest extent or if your ‘arf’ is not strong, I will press the number six.  Trust me, that one is severe also!”

 

She immediately rose to her knees.  She took a nipple in each hand and pulled as far from her body as possible.  Her arms felt like rubber from the exertion of crawling for thirty minutes.  However, she reached down into some reservoir of strength and she pulled her nipples to a length that she would not have believed possible.

 

She spoke.  “Arf, arf, arf”

 

“Are you mocking me you stupid bitch-cunt?  I said you are to speak!”

 

He pressed the number 2.  She felt this one quite strongly.  It was far from pleasant.

 

“Arf, arf, arf!”

 

He pressed the number 3.  It was ferocious.  She realized it was certainly not as strong as “0” but it was a hell of a lot stronger than “1”.

 

“Arf, arf, arf!”

 

Her tits jiggled with the utilization of her diaphragm to produce the large ‘arf’ sound.  This was surprising when one considered how far she was pulling her tits out by the nipples.

 

Her knees hurt.  Her lungs were burning.  Her still-tender nipples really hurt.  She could still feel the after effects of electricity.  Worst of all, she had to shit!

 

As she maintained her position, she was squirming.

 

“Do you have to shit?”

 

“Yes, your miserable bitch-cunt has to shit.”

 

“You know the drill.  You may release your nipples.”

 

She lowered herself to her hands and knees and crawled to the floor of the shower.  She spread her knees as far apart as possible.  She shit a surprisingly long turd – surprising for such a small-statured lady. 

 

When the turd finally resided on the floor, she turned, put her nose down quite close to it and sniffed vigorously.  It was not pleasant!

 

He told her she could now clean up her mess.

 

She took her right hand, scooped it beneath the turd and lifted it from the floor.  The texture and odor were horrible.

 

She crawled to the toilet on knees and one hand, holding the shit in her free hand.  This was quite difficult but she accomplished it.

 

While kneeling, she raised the lid and dropped the shit into the toilet.

 

“You are NOT to place that shitty hand on my floor.  Lick it off!”

 

She complied with tears in her eyes and a lump in her throat.

 

“Show me when it is clean.”

 

She licked and licked and licked.  She examined it herself several times and resumed licking after each examination.  She licked between her fingers.  She tried to lick beneath her fingernails. 

 

Finally, she held her hand up to him for examination.  He pretended to examine it as though it was a precious stone.  Finally, he nodded his head in acceptance.

 

He realized that when he was leading her around the room, he had only been able to look at her in the mirrors.  He wondered what her various features looked like when she was crawling at a fast pace?

 

He told her to crawl around the perimeter of the room as quickly as possible so he could assess her features.

 

Well, she didn’t want her features to be assessed but she knew she had no choice.  She began crawling as fast as she could, trying to ignore the sharp pain in her knees. 

 

He watched her and examined all of her features in the same manner that a judge would have watched a dog going around the ring of a championship dog show.  It was obvious that he was not totally happy.

 

“You know, despite your weight and the plumpness of your ass, your butt just doesn’t jiggle as much as I would like when you crawl.  You need help.”

 

A spirit of sadness immediately came over her.  As a tribute to her gradual evolvement, she somehow felt less than adequate because her ass did not jiggle enough to please him.

 

He spoke, “You probably don’t watch boxing very much.  However, when a fighter knows he doesn’t really move well enough to impress the judges, he sometimes puts large tassels at the top of his stockings.  Thus, when he moves the least little bit, the tassels jump and dance and give an impression that there is more there than meets the eye.”

 

At that he left the room and he left her perplexed.

 

When he returned, he had a device in his hand that she immediately recognized.  It was a cat toy.  It was a long wire – about two feet long – with tassels and a bell on the end.  The wire was a spring wire that was quite flexible.  In fact, the slightest movement caused the tassels to jump and the bell to jingle.

 

She wondered how in the hell he was going to attach that to her?  Then, he opened his hand and she was horrified.  The free end of the wire was firmly imbedded in a phallus!  The phallus was, in fact, made of hard rubber and it, too, was an exact duplicate of his own dick!

 

“Put your head and shoulders to the floor, spread your ass cheeks.”

 

She was terrified at what she knew was coming.  With little adieu, he plunged the phallus completely in to her ass hole.

 

She jumped and grunted (she knew not to scream).  The dry phallus tore at her tender inner tissues.  The spring wire danced in the breeze and the bell rang as though in alarm.

 

“Go around the room – quite quickly.”

 

She rose to all fours and began scampering around the room.  Sure enough, the spring wire jumped like a thing alive and accentuated every little ass movement into frantic jiggling and rings!  She noticed that he was trailing around slightly behind her, just to her left.  She had not noticed at any time that he was also carrying a riding crop.

 

It was an interesting riding crop.  Its working end was covered with old blood stains while the entire whip was covered with various sweat stains of all types.  There is an interesting story associated with the small whip.  It was owned and used at one time by a jockey who won the Kentucky Derby.  It had been given to Linda’s keeper as a gift, or rather, as a thank you for a favor supplied to the jockey by the man.

 

The man had gone to Louisville to see the Derby a couple of years ago.  Actually, he had gone a couple of weeks early so as to get a sense of the flavor of the preparation for the huge event.  And, he had gone to get a flavor of the ass that resided below some of the big hats that were always in attendance.

 

One evening while drinking alone at a bar, a diminutive man sat at the stool next to him.  He was obviously a jockey.  The two struck up a conversation and to the man’s pleasant discovery, the jockey was actually riding a mount in the Derby.  The jockey said that his second greatest aspiration was to win the Derby.  Well, of course, this piqued the man’s curiosity.  So, he inquired as to the small man’s number one aspiration.

 

In a hard voice that showed lots of wear, he said, “I would like to have a tall woman eat out my ass hole within hours, if not minutes, of winning the damn thing!”

 

To the jockey’s surprise, the man replied, “I think that could be arranged.”

 

So a deal was struck.  They set an agreed upon meeting place and did not see each other again until early evening after the actual race.  The jockey actually thought the man was full of shit.  He had a strong experience of meeting men who talked bull shit!

 

Well, lo and behold, the goddamn jockey actually won the thing.  And, he won it by several lengths!  Perhaps he was motivated although some would wonder what motivated the steed.  Perhaps it was the whip!

 

After the bestowing of flowers and TV interviews, the jockey mysteriously disappeared.  No one had even seen him take a shower.  In reality, because he knew the area so well, he had slipped out through a maintenance gate and into a waiting limousine that he had booked.  Within minutes he was at the appointed meeting place.

 

He knocked in the door and wondered if was going to be mugged.  However, although small, he had held his own in many a fight.

 

The man opened the door, stepped aside, and the jockey entered.  He was shocked.  There before him was a tall, completely naked female.  Granted, she wasn’t a beauty.  But she was sensual.  She was slightly overweight.  Her tits were a bit on the small side.  She spun around in a full circle to give him the full display of what he had acquired.  Her ass was quite large and, to many, probably unattractive.  To the jockey, it was fantastic!  He liked big butts!

 

The man did the introductions.  He introduced the small man as simply, ‘the Jockey’.  He explained that out of sensitivity and love to his wife, the jockey did not want his name to be known anywhere.  Such is the ways of really sensitive men.

 

The man introduced the woman as ‘LardAss’.  There were brands, burns, scars and piercings everywhere.  Her pussy was almost completely bald.  It gaped open.  She stuck out her tongue to show how exceptionally long it was.  She said, “Within minutes this will be buried in your ass hole.”

 

It was.

 

The jockey had stripped off his silks in record time, LardAss had laid on the floor, and the jockey immediately sat on her face, looking down at her eyes and forehead.  He smelled of sweat, horse, and shit.  LardAss immediately buried her tongue in his small ass hole.  It resisted, but her tongue was strong from lots of experience at this type of thing.  Her tongue was insistent and his ass surrendered.

 

Then, she reached over his tiny thigh and grasped his hard dick.  Somewhat to her surprise, his dick was way out of proportion to the rest of his body.  She though, “I wonder if he had trouble making his weight with this big thing between his legs?”

 

He was writhing his hips in ecstasy and trying to grind himself even more solidly in to her face.  His eyes were shut and his mouth open, gasping for breath.  Somehow, his dick had become even larger. 

 

At one point as she reached over his thin, muscular leg she pinched his balls.  He reacted instantly as any jockey must when his position is threatened.  His right fist flew forward and caught her cleanly on the side of her face. 

 

She was conflicted.  The pain felt good.  However, she speculated about retaliating.  She thought with her superior size – and meanness – she could probably take him.  But, she wasn’t certain.  He was quite strong!  So, instead, as she continued to eat his ass she began jacking him off.

 

Then, he shot his wad.  It flew up into the air until gravity overcame its energy and the huge load was brought back downward until it hit LardAss squarely between the eyes.  Any other woman would have immediately shut her eyes.  LardAss didn’t.  She watched it split and flow over each of her eyeballs.  Her eyes clouded over with the milky moisture that had entered them.  It burned like a son-of-a-bitch.  She loved it.

 

She fucked him every which way but loose for the entire night.  He rode her in every imaginable position, fucking every hole she possessed.  He whipped her continuously with the same crop he had used earlier on his steed.  He hurt her in ways she had never been hurt before.  She loved it!  He was, after all, an athlete.  He possessed amazing recovery powers of his muscle, and, especially the muscle between his legs.

 

He realized this was his best derby ever.  In appreciation to the man, he gave him the actual riding crop he had used to bring his mount to victory.  As good as the mount was, it didn’t even come close to the mount he had ridden for the entire evening.

 

And, that’s the story of the riding crop that now resided in the man’s hand as he looked down at bitch-cunt, scampering with all of her power.

 

With this same crop, the man was following Linda as she circled the room as fast as her short legs and arms could propel her.  Her ass wire was jiggling violently.  Nonetheless, the man took the crop and gave a vicious backhand that caught her moving ass directly across the left cheek.  She screamed at the surprise attack, lost her balance, and fell forward on to her face.

 

“Get up you fucking, stupid, bitch-cunt!”  And, at that, he brought the crop back in the opposite direction and caught her fully on the other ass cheek.  She screamed again, but painfully rose to the crawling position.  She began crawling and blubbering at the same time.  Her ass wire was now alive with vibration.  He followed her, tapping her butt with the crop, reminding her of what could be in store for her.  Using the crop, he guided the direction of her crawling until she was beside the mattress.  He said, “Stop bitch-cunt!”  She stopped.

 

He was satisfied.  She was mortified.  Although she was completely still, the wire and its attachments reverberated with wide fluctuations.  Her ass felt as though it was on fire.

 

He broached a new subject, “From this day hence, the mattress is only for sex.  You are a bitch-cunt.  You will sleep on the floor.  I am watching you.”

 

Then, he produced two strange looking cuffs that he proceeded to secure around her ankles.  He explained that these were new sensing devices that he had designed himself.  They were, in reality, a remote device that would trigger the collar around her neck.  If she ever removed either of cuffs, they would automatically trigger the collar at level “0”, with no time restriction.  In all likelihood, the outcome would be fatal.

 

But, their primary purpose was to ensure that she did not stand upright.  If at any time, either of her lower legs (below the knees) was in an upright, vertical position – the collar would automatically be actuated at a level of “0”.  It was imperative that she NOT stand upright unless she wanted to feel the full thrust of the electricity.

 

This scared the shit out of her (figuratively this time). 

 

He then gave a hint of what would happen tomorrow.

 

“All kept animals are property.   You are kept.  You are an animal.  You are mine.  I always mark my property so that it is not in danger of being lost or stolen.  Tomorrow, you will be marked permanently for instant identification.”

 

She was stunned!

 

He left.  He left her in stunned silence as she pondered what had taken place.  As he walked out the door, he pressed the number 8.  She screamed and fell prone to the floor, exhausted.

The Resurrection of Linda

The Resurrection of Linda

 

 

Chapter 7 – Linda Gets Branded & Pierced (Day 7)

 

Linda was curled up on her side on the floor, her knees drawn up, her right thumb in her mouth, and her ‘tail’ of tassel & bell was waving gently in the air.  She was sobbing slightly and dried tears coated her face.  Fresh tears were forming constantly.

 

She was mulling over what she now thought was the most astonishing thing that had ever been done to her.  She had been struck with a whip!  Now it is unbelievably astonishing to believe that this slight whipping was the most astonishing thing that had ever happened to her!  Especially when you consider what else had happened to her.  She had been fucked in every aperture.  She had eaten cum, shit, piss, and dog food!  Pubic hair had been ripped from her.  She had been naked now for six days although she thought it had probably been for nine or ten days.  A strange device was implanted in her ass hole!  She had been reduced to the level of being a dog!  She was expected to present her private parts and, then, lick dick and balls and ass hole!  Yet, strangely enough, she was dwelling one hundred percent on the notion of being beaten!

 

For, you see, since the time that her pudgy bottom was smacked when she was fresh out of the womb – she had never been hit.  Sure, she had seen it done to others.  But, she had never dreamed it would happen to her!  It makes one wonder if she had ever imagined any of these other things happening to her?  Yet, the truth is, she had never even imagined that these other things even existed!

 

Also, Linda was quite perplexed!  She didn’t know what to think about sex now.  Up until these last few days she had looked upon sex as an obligation and somewhat of a hardship.  It simply wasn’t what it was cracked up to be.  Now, during these past days, she had experienced feelings that she didn’t know existed.  True, she had suffered incredible pain and degradation – but – she had also had orgasms that surpassed anything written about in Harlequin romance books!  Then, she heard the door begin to open.

 

She immediately rolled over onto her knees, put her head and shoulders to the floor, reached behind herself and pulled her butt cheeks apart.  Her decorated tail waved in the air, ringing the bell on the end.

 

As he entered he admired his progress thus far with her.  Not bad!  With her ass cheeks spread apart he could see the butt end of the phallus just protruding from her clenched ass hole.  He had to admit he was being somewhat turned on by her.  Also, he thought she might be losing a bit of her pudgy fat that was so distracting.  Perhaps it was the diet he had placed her on.  He speculated that dog food, shit, and piss might even be high protein and low carbs.  He made a mental note to check that out sometime.

 

As he walked up to her his dick was just barely aroused.  Her ‘tail’ seemed to beckon him to her.  He allowed himself to be beckoned.  He reached down and slowly pulled the tail from her ass.  To her, it felt as though she was taking a shit.  Somehow, it was a good feeling.  She remembered once in a movie where a character had said, “Taking a good shit can almost be a religious experience.”

 

She didn’t know what religion he was talking about but she had to admit that her ass felt better.  It also looked better to the man.  He was pleased to see that her ass hole remained gaping open wide.

 

There were three things that really turned him on.  One was a set of large nipples that were deep red or even purple.  Well, Linda surely didn’t fulfill any aspirations of this.  Her nipples were almost little boy nipples.  And, they were so light in pinkish color that they were barely discernable on her sagging breasts.

 

Another turn-on for him was a disheveled patch of pussy hair.  The longer and scragglier the better.  She certainly fulfilled that dream twice over.  With the strip of bare skin down the center of her pubic hair, her two patches of hair looked like a wig for Bozo the Clown.  Her pubic hair was long and went in every direction.  Only a small portion of the hair was even curly or kinky.  He loved it!

 

The final turn-on for him was a gaping ass hole.  He loved to admire the pink part just inside the anal ring.  Then, there was the dark tunnel that seemed to say, “Come on in!”  He soon would!

 

Physiology took over.  His eyes sent the image to his brain.  His brain said, “Holy Shit”, this is erotic and began sending the appropriate message to his dick.  His dick was now standing tall and proud, engorged to the max, and ready for action.

 

Without further adieu he knelt behind her and slowly began to insert his dick into the waiting tunnel.  The tunnel had been pre-shaped by many hours of the model dick and her ass barely made mention of the change in tools.  After all, they were both the same shape and size.

 

After his tool was fully inserted he held that position for what seemed like an incredibly long period of time.  She was smitten with strange emotions.  She could feel his dick pulsating deep inside her bowels.  The large head was particularly sensual as it seemed to grow larger with each pulsation.  She could feel his body hair pressing against her ass cheeks.  His sack of balls was tenderly caressing her pussy lips.  She could feel the hair on his nuts kissing her clitoris.  Then he began stroking her with his hands.

 

First he placed his hands on each side of her hips.  Then, he began slowly bringing them along her skin until they met in the center of her back, just above the crack of her ass.  His fingers were kneading her muscles, sending tingles up and down her body.  The palms of his hands were gently pressing up and down on her body.  He began slowly, almost barely perceptibly, moving upward along the center of her back.  Her pussy was becoming wet and coating his sack.

 

When his fingers reached the top of her back, he separated his hands and curled them around her shoulders.  Then he began massaging her firmly and erotically.  His hands began moving back until they became even with her shoulder blades.  Then, he moved them around the outside of her body until each hand was filled with one of her tits.  He loved the weight of a woman’s breasts when they were handing down freely in the air.

 

He began massaging her bosom.  The index finger of each of his hands slowly described a circle around each areola.  She was moaning.  She could tell that she was near orgasm.  He also could discern that she was near orgasm.  He drew his hands away from her body and somehow controlled the pulsations of his tool that was imbedded in her back door.  To her sorrow, her approaching orgasm subsided.

 

Then he slowly withdrew his dick until the head of his tool was just inside her anal ring.  She was becoming quite despondent now as she thought he was leaving her.  He didn’t.  Instead, with a slow reciprocating motion, he began cycling in and out of her body.  The sound of wet skin moving against wet skin could be heard like the slurping of an animal at a bloody feast.  His pre-cum had thoroughly wet the tissues of her anal chute.

 

She was gasping for air as she experienced a sexual arousal such as she had never encountered.  His sack was swinging freely now and with each input of dick, his balls bounced against her clitoris.  Each time this happened she cried out with a loud “Oh my god!”

 

Sweat was running down his body now.  It was commingling with the sweat that she, herself, was producing in torrents.  Her pussy was completely soaked as were his balls from her pussy juice.  Her thighs were trembling and her tits were swinging like the pendulum of a clock that was running much too rapidly.

 

Then, in one of those situations that is so often alluded to in sex books (but rarely occurs), they both came at the same time in monumental orgasms!  He filled her bowels with his seed!  He shot into her once, twice, thrice!   She was screaming now, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

 

He was grunting with each expulsion of his jism.  Finally, his dick stopped shooting and simply began seeping out the remnants of what he had left.  No doubt the little sperm fishes in his seed were trying to figure out where in the hell they were as they probably swam in circles trying to hone in on what should be their home target!  Her pussy lips were opening and closing.  Her backdoor tunnel was squeezing his tool, hoping for more fulfillments.

 

As he withdrew, the rim of his dick head pulled some of the whitish/brownish substance from her ass.  As it was expelled it slowly ran between her thighs and onto her pubic hair.

 

As he stood and backed away a bit he started to tell her to resume the first position.  However, somehow, she anticipated that she should be doing this and, even as he spoke, she had quickly reached back with both hands and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart.  He was pleased with the progression of her training, subservience, and anticipation.

 

Her ass hole gaped open to cavern-like proportions.  It was a beautiful sight!  Just inside the anal rim he could see a pool of his cum sitting in the middle of the pink part.  Apparently her inner tunnel was still convulsing from the experience to which it had been subjected.  With each convulsion the pool of cum rose slightly as some of it leaked out of her ass hole, flowing down to one of the patches of her pussy hair.

 

After looking at her ass and his jism for a rather long period of time, he told her to release her position and assume the second position.  She did without hesitation.  She released her ass cheeks, spun around on her hands and knees, rose to her knees, and took hold of her breasts.  Then, she shuffled up to him with her mouth open wide with eagerness and anticipation.

 

Her mouth and tongue leaped on to his groin with a newfound fervor!  Her tongue and lips were everywhere.  Truthfully, he was not sure if she was following the sequence of oral technique that he had originally outlined!  However, what she was doing was so good that he didn’t give a shit!

 

She was eagerly ingesting the cum and shit that coated his shaft.  Her tongue was plunging in to his sack hair and, ultimately, into his sack and balls.  She would take clumps of slimy pubic hair into her mouth, close her lips around the clump, and slowly pull back to remove anything that coated the hair.  Of course, some of the pubic hairs came loose from their fragile anchor.  These, she swallowed without even hesitating.  She could tell that his dick was swelling again and pulsating with desire.  She fulfilled that desire as she opened her mouth wide and took the huge dickhead in to her mouth.  She began sucking and massaging his tool with her tongue.  He was responding!  His dick was pulsating.  His balls were contracting in anticipation of sending out another message of cum.  And, the message was sent in the format of a huge glob of cum that felt like a high-powered bullet hitting the very back of her throat!  Even that was not enough to satisfy her.  She was sucking harder and forming a tight seal around his tool with her lips.  She didn’t want to lose one single drop of the precious fluid!  She didn’t.  It now resided in her stomach!

 

He was satisfied.  A simple statement but it said more than could be said with a million words.  He was satisfied!

 

Now, it was part two of his plan for the day.  He placed his arms beneath her and easily picked her up.  She put her arms around his neck and buried her face in his mat of chest hair.  Their wet bodies were completely pressed against one another and, somehow, his dick was still partially erect.  As he walked across the room she could feel his tool bobbing up to hit the underside of her body.  It felt good!

 

Good feelings were soon to end.

 

He placed her gently on to the examining table.  He secured her wrists and ankles to the four corners.  She was in a daze and had still not recovered from her sexual experience.  She was almost oblivious to what he was doing.  He ran straps around her stomach, centered on her belly button.  He ran another set of straps just above her breasts.  He ran straps around each thigh, just below her pussy.  He pulled them all tight so that she was so secure as not to be able to move any part of her body whatsoever.

 

Now, at this moment, Linda was distracted by a lot of things that her senses were experiencing.  The table was designed so that her head was supported by an oval extension that protruded from the head of the table.

 

He was standing at the head in such a manner that his pubic hair was just barely touching the left cheek of her face.  She could smell his sex!  She could still smell the lingering odors on his package that were a result of him being in her anus.  Although once she would have been repelled by this pungent odors, she was now smitten!

 

Also, she could see herself in the ceiling mirrors above her.  She had never seen herself in this position.  The bindings were so tight across her torso that her tits were not able to slide down to her armpits as they normally would have done when lying on her back.  Oh sure, they weren’t perky, they weren’t ‘saluting the flag’, but at least they weren’t disappearing to some strange region of her body.

 

And, she could see her pussy quite well with her thighs forced to be spread apart.  She was actually becoming accustomed to the ‘landing strip’ that separated her pussy hair in to two patches.  And, she could see her pussy lips and she noted that they were pulsating slightly.  She thought she might even be able to see her clitoris peeking out shyly.

 

 

Then her partial ecstasy turned to horror as he explained freeze branding.

 

“In the old days, cattlemen marked their cattle with a hot branding iron.  This has its drawbacks, especially when used on humans.  It leaves an unpleasant looking scar.  In the last few decades, cattlemen have turned to ‘freeze branding’.   It leaves an even clearer image and it doesn’t scar nearly as badly.  Instead it kills all pigmentation that it touches.  This is especially effective with humans.  The branding iron is lowered to a temperature below zero and then applied just as a hot iron used to be applied.  It does hurt just as badly as a hot branding iron but the final image is fantastic.”

 

She was shaking now with fear.  Her body was covered with goose bumps.  Somehow, this made her mediocre breasts suddenly look a bit better.  He was o.k. with that.

 

He went on:  “Although you are quite white in appearance, there is pigmentation that gives you some color beyond pure white.  As I brand you, and pigmentation is destroyed, the resulting image will be a very pleasing ‘white-on-white’.  I think you will be pleased.”

 

Well, it sure as hell didn’t sound pleasing to her!

 

“Here’s what I’m going to put on you – on your left tit will be the word ‘Bitch’.  On your right tit will be the word ‘Cunt’.  Just above your pubic hair line will be the words ‘Will Fuck for Free’.  In the strip down the middle of your pussy hair will be the words ‘Thursday’.  The letters in this last brand will be vertical of course for the sake of aesthetics.”

 

This last inscription confused her.

 

He knew she was confused about ‘Thursday’ so he explained.  “When your thirty days here are up . . .”

 

He saw the look of hope in her eyes as he had just confirmed that there was an end in sight.

 

He dashed these hopes somewhat as he continued, “After your time here you are free to live your life as you choose except on Thursdays.  You will be a part of my time-share program.”

 

She was beginning to feel that something bad was going to be explained.

 

“I have a time-share program where someone can fuck a bitch every night of the week for one month.  You will be Thursday’s fuck.  That means that every Thursday you must stay home and you must be naked for the entire twenty-four hours.  When there is a knock at your door, you will answer.  If the person at the door says, ‘Let me see your brands.’ you will know that he is the one whom you are to give pleasure.”

 

Now, a look of horror was spreading over her countenance.

 

“Not to worry.  They are not allowed to place any permanent scars on your person.  However, everything else they want to do is permissible.  The good news is that you will know that the same person will be using you every Thursday for an entire month.  The other good news is that you will know that every month you will have a new person using you.”

 

She did not seem to think that any of this was good news.  And, tears were rolling from her eyes as she was moaning audibly. 

 

He went on:  “But back to the branding.  After doing your front side, I will roll you over.  Just above the crack of your ass will be the brand, ‘I like it in the Ass’.  On your left cheek will be placed the word ‘Bitch’ and can you guess what will be placed on your right cheek?” 

 

She was able to guess!  He knew, of course, that she would be able to guess.  It was as easy a question as the crossword puzzle in “TV Guide”.  However, he found that a person felt more involved when they were able to participate.  She would be participating for real in a few moments!

 

“All in all, he continued, “I think you will be pleased”

 

Finally she spoke.  “Please don’t do this to your lowly bitch-cunt.”

 

He was pleasantly surprised to hear her still able to remember the correct terminology despite her obvious stress at the moment.

 

He left the room and when he returned she knew that things were going to get rough!  He was pushing a cart on wheels and atop the cart was a reservoir that apparently contained some type of liquid because she could hear it sloshing around.  As he drew closer to her she could see somewhat by using the overhead mirrors that were on the ceiling.  It was indeed a vat of some kind of liquid.  She could not, however, see the lower shelf of the cart.  It was just as well, she would not have liked what she saw.  She would see it – and feel it – soon enough!

 

He stood by her head again and idly stroked his dick as he explained the procedure to her.

 

“The liquid is isopropyl alcohol.  In a moment I am going to drop a cake of dry ice in the alcohol to lower the temperature to a level that is obviously quite cold.”

 

Then he reached to the bottom shelf of the cart and picked up a branding iron. 

 

He continued explaining, “This branding iron has a head made of brass.  The head contains letters that are two inches tall.  There are several branding irons and each has the words I told you about earlier.  When the temperature of the alcohol is lowered to 170 degrees Fahrenheit – below zero – I will place the iron in the liquid.”

 

Linda was moaning louder now as he continued.

 

“When the iron is placed in the liquid, the liquid will appear to boil.  This is because the iron was at room temperature when placed in the super cold alcohol.  When the boiling subsides, I will remove the brand and place it on the appropriate place of your body.  I will have to hold to your bare skin with a lot of force and for a time of 45 seconds.”

 

Now she put aside all semblance of control as she begged, “Please, god, no, no, no!”

 

He placed the brand in the liquid and the alcohol began bubbling furiously.  As her begging became louder he put his right index finger to her lips to shush her.  She did.

 

He went on, “When the iron touches your skin you will feel pain such as you never dreamed existed.  You will scream so loudly that it will sound as though you are ripping out your vocal cords.  That’s the bad news.  The good news is that you will lose consciousness within ten seconds.  Then you will feel nothing until I revive you.  Then we will continue with other parts of your body.  This first one will go just above the line of your pussy hair.”

 

She was sobbing uncontrollably now.  Snot was running freely from her nose and coating both sides of her face.  Some was going in to her mouth.  It simply bubbled back through her lips as she sobbed loudly.

 

Then he did it.  He placed the incredibly cold brand directly on to the skin of her tummy.  His predictions were exactly on target.  She did not feel cold.  She felt as though a red hot poker had been placed directly on to a super sensitive part of her body.  It was burning through her!  And, to make matters worse, he was leaning on the handle of the brand, firmly pushing down.  His force alone, even with a brand that was at room temperature, would have been quite painful.  This however went beyond anything imaginable.  She did scream!  She screamed at a level that hurt the human ear.  There are no vowels to fully define her scream; however, it was something like this –

 

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

 

This crescendo of screaming seemed to go on forever but, in fact, it lasted for exactly ten seconds.  Then her brain no longer felt anything.

 

When she regained consciousness she was emotionally and physically spent.  Her body was drenched in sweat.  As she looked in the overhead mirror she saw the brand on her tummy, between her belly button and her pubic hair.  The letters in the mirror were backwards but she knew what they said – Will Fuck for Free.

 

Oddly enough, she did not feel any pain.  This thoroughly confused her.  He saw the puzzled look in her eyes and explained to her that he had placed a numbing salve on her wound and she would feel nothing for the next hour or so.  Then, phenomenal paid would return unless he administered a new dosage of salve.  The application was up to her.  He could tell she understood the import of his message.

 

“Now it’s time for ‘Thursday’ to be applied to your pussy landing strip.”

 

She tried to shudder but the bindings restrained this, too.  She simply shook inwardly and cried loudly.

 

Again he pressed a branding iron to the bare strip in the middle of her pubic hair and pressed downward with all of his might.

 

There was a repeat of the previous scenario.  He completed all of the brandings – front and back – and, as she lay unconscious – he rolled her back and forth between front and back so as to admire his handiwork.  He was tired.  He decided that branding was hard work and he hoped she appreciated the effort he had put in to it!  But, she probably wouldn’t.  Women really were unappreciative of the effort their men went to!

 

When she regained her senses she discovered she was standing in the middle of the room with her arms secured to the ceiling above.  She could see herself in the mirrors – both front and back.  It was not a dream!  She had been marked!  She had been branded!  She would wear these for an eternity!  She was truly ruined!

 

And, she could feel the pain coming back as his salve was wearing off.  The pain was almost as strong as the branding itself except now it was multiplied by the multiple burns that had been imposed upon her canvas of skin.

 

He was to her side and he spoke, “It’s time for another application of salve.  Do you want it.

 

She spoke with fervor, “Your humble bitch-cunt begs for relief.  I will do anything!”

 

“Do you mean that?  Do you mean you will do anything willingly?”

 

She answered with all the vigor and sincerity she could muster:  “I promise you – I really, truly, deeply promise you – I will do anything you ask if you just give me relief!”  Her voice trembled as she spoke.

 

He said, “I will consider that a verbal contract.  You WILL be held to it.  If you break the contract, brands will be placed on every bare patch of skin on your body.  Do not fail me – no – do not fail yourself!”

 

She replied, “I will not fail.”

 

Then he gave her more news.  “I was going to do piercing on you today.  However, this work has really tired me out.  Let’s postpone it until tomorrow.”

 

She looked at him strangely and she had strange feelings.  He would have been pleased to know that she actually felt sorry for him because he was tired from doing things for her.  She had turned a big corner!

 

Oblivious to her thought processes, he began applying soothing lotion to the slightly swollen areas that had just been insulted so viciously.  Day 7 had ended.

The Resurrection of Linda

The Resurrection of Linda

 

 

Chapter 8 – Linda – Pierced and Prepped for a Preposterous Presentation (Day 8)

 

When Linda regained consciousness she was in another new position.  First of all she was standing upright (kind of) for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.  Apparently the sensing cuffs around her lower legs had been disabled.  Although she was upright, her legs were spread quite wide, and uncomfortably, and secured to the floor.  This configuration made her appear even shorter than her already short stature.  Her arms were secured above her head, tied together and fastened to a cord that hung from the ceiling. 

 

The tendons in her thighs were screaming in agony as they were forced to hold up her body while having no leverage due to the leg spread that was imposed upon her.  Directly in front of her was a huge high definition TV screen.  A recording was playing.  It was of her!

 

For the present, only two images were being shown.  It was a front view and a rear view.  Her newly-acquired brands were quite evident.  Each view would be shown continuously for five minutes before changing to the other view.  And, to add insult to injury, each change of view was preceded by a thirty second jolt via her shock collar.  A clock was above the TV.  Above the clock was a sign that indicated that every five minutes she would be shocked – in case she couldn’t figure it out!

 

True, the shocks were only half power.  But, they did hurt!  And, the anticipation as the minute hand of the clock crept along made the jolts of electricity seem even more powerful than they were.  Nonetheless, she could not take her eyes off of the image of her body that was being presented before her.

 

Several really bad thoughts kept turning over in her brain as she realized the permanency of the body markings.  Her first thoughts were of how she could ever again get a physical exam from her personal physician.  She could never explain these hideous things that were imbedded in her skin!  Also, although quite remote, what would she do if she should ever have occasion to develop a personal relationship with a man.  They could never be intimate in any sort of light!  She looked worse than a whore!

 

Finally, as she thought of the worst long term possibilities – as women are prone to do – what if she became a victim of dementia in her old age and wound up in a nursing home?  Would she become a spectacle for perverted care personnel?  She could just picture male nurses coming in to her bed, lifting her night gown, and taking advantage of her private parts!  She was truly ruined!

 

To make matters worse, there was the issue of her religion.  Linda had been quite active in her church.  Her church taught that any type of body art was a horrible sin because the body is a holy temple made in the image of her creator.  Thus, it was wrong to defile the temple.  Well, it was a temple all right!  And, lately there had been quite a congregation cuming in her temple!

 

The TV images were shown for a solid hour.  Thus, she received twelve shocks and got a look at her front and back – six times each.  Then, the images changed for the worse.  It began with opening credits – listing her as the star and the pseudo names of the supporting cast.  It was entitled “A Convenient Truth”!  Then the real deal began!  The son-of-a-bitch had been taping everything that had happened to her.  He had condensed these down to a two hour collage of the “highlights” of her happenings.

 

She saw herself being fucked, shit upon, pissed upon, eating and drinking human waste, being fisted by a midget, branded – everything that represented the indignities that had been thrust upon her!  When the two hour documentary was finished, he appeared and stood before her.

 

“I have news!” he said.  “I have become aware of new opportunities that will change our plan.  It is good that you are flexible.”

 

She tried to look at him with no expression but it was obvious that she thought what the hell does he mean by “our plan” and “flexible”?  I have no choice!!!

 

He continued, “I was going to spend the day piercing your body in every imaginable location.  It was my plan for you to become a walking billboard for metal adornments.  However, a show has been created that will be perfect for you and it limits the number of piercing jewelry.  Thus, you will be pierced only in the nipples and in your clitoral hood.”

 

Now Linda was quite naïve when it came to the details of female anatomy.  Oh sure, she knew about the clitoris.  But, as a matter of fact, she had never heard the term ‘clitoral hood’!   Nonetheless, she knew it was going to hurt!  And, her nipples!  They had always been incredibly sensitive!  God, this was going to be massive pain!

 

He gave her more news.  “I was going to use dull needles to do the piercing so as to prolong the experience for you.”

 

“Don’t do me any favors!” she thought.

 

He went on, “But, I don’t want you to be distracted from what our real goal is.”

 

She wondered, “What goal?!”

 

At that, he bent down and began sucking her left nipple.  He sealed his lips firmly on the areola and began circling his tongue around the tiny nubbin of a nipple.  She moaned.  It felt good!

 

Her nipple was responding and he was getting it quite wet with his saliva.  Then he began massaging her areola with his tongue.  From there he put his lips firmly on her now enlarged nipple and began giving it a milking action.  Sure, there was no milk, but her nipple loved it!

 

Her eyes were closed and, in spite of herself, she was ecstatic!  Her nipple was not terribly large now but it had certainly achieved a size that it had never known before.  At that, he drew back his mouth, took hold of the nipple firmly between thumb and forefinger and plunged a needle horizontally through the pink protrusion. 

 

She had opened her eyes and looked downward when he had removed his mouth from her nipple.  She saw everything and the sight of the event was much worse than the actual pain.  Nevertheless, her brain reacted to the sight with the same horror as it would have reacted to pain. 

 

She screeched!

 

Then, she watched as he quickly removed the needle and slipped in a D ring.  It was horrible!  She knew she must look like one of those middle-aged floosies who were trying to compete with teeny boppers.

 

He began sucking the other nipple.  She tried to will herself not to be aroused – not to have her nipple engorge itself.  It was to no avail.  Her body liked what it was feeling.  If there was pain in her pierced nipple she did not feel it as she became involved with the good feelings in her non-pierced nipple.  She knew her pussy was becoming quite wet and she didn’t care!

 

Then, before she knew what was happening, her nipple was pierced and adorned.  He moved aside the TV screen and she saw herself for the first time in the wall mirror.  She almost didn’t recognize herself!  She was altered!  She was ruined!  She was a slutty piece of shit!

 

Whilst all of this was going through her mind, her brain was also registering the fact that he had kneeled down and was looking directly into her pussy.  He took his right hand and took hold of the hood of her clitoris.  She tried to jump back but had no leverage with her legs so widespread.

 

Then, before she could even register what he was about to do, he pierced it!  She screamed!  She screamed quite loudly!  The sound that emanated from her lips made fingernails on a blackboard sound like a Bach concerto!

 

As he withdrew the piercing tool he quickly implanted a captive bead ring.  The piercing had been done in such a way that the bead rested directly on to her clitoris.  She was unaware of this because her groin area was in agony!  It hurt beyond anything she had ever dreamed imaginable.  The pain would have made spies talk!

 

Linda’s legs finally gave out and she hung from the bindings that were holding her arms.  Now, new pain was imposed upon her person.  Her nipples hurt.  Her groin hurt.  Her arms felt as though needles were being stuck in them for god’s sake!  Then, new thoughts were transmitted to her senses as he began a new recording on the TV screen.

 

At first, the scenes before her were such that she arrived at wrong conclusions.  The scene was obviously in a small gymnasium.  There were bleachers on one side where an audience filled about one half of the available seating space.  All of the people were dressed quite formally – tuxedos and gowns.

 

Facing them from the floor were six kennels or pet carriers.  Apparently, if there were dogs in the kennels they were quite large – judging from the size of the carriers.  Standing beside each cage was a man in a tuxedo.  It was impossible to see what type of animal was in the cages because all sides were enclosed. 

 

There was an older woman, perhaps 50ish, who was standing in the middle of the gym floor.  She was quite tall, gray hair, and a bit matronly in appearance.  She was wearing an expensive looking evening gown that was quite low cut.  Her breasts were quite full and all skin down to her areolas was quite exposed.  Her posture was perfect.  In one hand was a clipboard while a pen was being held by her other hand.

 

On the wall above the audience was a huge banner that said:  “The ABC Welcomes You”.

 

Linda’s keeper paused the recording for a moment and explained, “You’ve probably heard of the AKC and their world famous dog show.  This is an underground organization that has been in existence for a couple of years.  ‘ABC’ stands for American Bitches Club’.  I think you will find it interesting.”

 

He resumed playing the recording.  The woman in the middle of the floor nodded her head ever so slightly and the men by the cages reached down and opened the front door of each enclosure.  Then, an unbelievable sight unfolded!  Out from each cage, on all fours, came six naked women.  They were different sizes and shapes but all made up somewhat to be dogs.  All of them were branded.  However, their brands were the old fashioned kind that showed scarlet red in the bright light.  Most of them had body art all over their bodies.  All but one of them had a tail that had obviously been imbedded in their respective ass holes. 

 

As they came out of their cages they were making barking sounds.  As they spied one another, they immediately began crawling toward their nearest compatriot, stuck their nose below a tail and buried it in an ass.  Then, they could be heard to sniff quite loudly.  After about ten minutes they had concluded smelling each other’s asses and they returned to the left heel of their handlers.  Their various tails were swaying in the air as each of them wiggled their ass in anticipation of the evening’s events.

 

Then, the woman in the middle made an announcement.  “I am Ms Brown.  I am tonight’s judge.  Each participant will be judged in six different categories.  These are:  the promenade, a close physical examination, the obstacle course, their ability in self-gratification and, finally, their ability to lick a man’s balls and bring him to orgasm.”

 

At that, she nodded her head, each handler attached a leash to a collar around his bitch’s neck, and they began walking briskly around the perimeter of the gymnasium.

 

Now, Linda’s reaction to all of this was not positive!  She thought, “My god, there’s a show for these people!  People are attending!  They are being judged!”

 

She was unaware that she had gathered her feet beneath herself and she was no longer hanging by her arms.  She was so entranced that she forgot the pain in the sensitive parts of her body!

 

The first handler and bitch in line were setting a rapid pace.  The bitch was a Negress – a bit small but with huge tits.  As she moved her short arms and legs as quickly as possible, her breasts were swaying wildly from side to side.  This was bad.  According to standards set by the ABC, tits were supposed to sway back and forth and not side to side.  Her inexperience was showing.  However, she had a nice tail.  It was about two feel long with real dog hair attached to it.  Oddly enough, the color of the dog hair was a good match to her ebony skin.  Her rump was full and the muscles were rippling quite nicely.  Also, she was sweating and this made her skin look quite appealing.  The judge liked rippling rump muscles and sweaty black skin.

 

The second handler and bitch were managing the pace quite easily.  The bitch was a conundrum.  She was a Scandinavian with small tits!  Scandinavian bitches usually didn’t do well in this competition because of their big breasts that tended to sag when kept in the doggy position over a long period of time.  This blonde’s tits were small and tight and were handling the unusual body configuration quite nicely.  Plus, she had a large bush.  It was quite blonde and it stuck out quite proudly between her swishing thighs.  The handler had done a good job with her tail.  It was a little pug-type tail and it bounced quite appealingly.  This judge also liked full, blonde bushes quite a bit and she certainly liked this one.

 

The third handler and bitch were a strange sight.  The handler was probably about 5’2” in height.  His bitch, if allowed to stand, would have easily surpassed 6’2” in height.  Her hair was red – both on her head and on her pussy.  All in all, the two of them looked like a little boy leading a quite lengthy dachshund!  She had freckles on her tits and her ass.  This was too bad.  The judge simply abhorred freckles!  And, to make matters worse, the handler had opted for no tail.  This made her freckles stand out even more.  Many in the audience were clucking their tongues as they wondered what he was thinking!?

 

The fourth handler and bitch stood out from all the rest.  They both looked like models that had stepped out from a fashion catalog.  Somehow, he looked better in his tuxedo than the other handlers.  Let’s face it, some men look good in a tuxedo and some look like they’re on their way to a wedding in a rented tux!  The bitch knew she was good looking!  She flaunted everything and bobbed her head quite freely as if to say, “Look at me and be envious ass holes!”  Her tail was a long rod in a C shape.  It protruded straight out of her magnificent ass and curved back over her rump.  It exposed the circular ass hole that contained the tail and made every man envious of the tail!  Her cunt was completely shaved and her pussy lips formed a perfect camel’s toe.  It was a bold move on the part of the handler.  Everyone knew that judge preferred big bushes they knew the handler was definitely taking a chance.

 

The fifth handler and bitch never finished their promenade.  The bitch obviously didn’t want to be there.  She kept reaching up with her teeth to grab the leash and pull back from being led.  The judge immediately pointed her pen at the handler and indicated he was to leave.  He did but as he did he began beating his bitch with his end of the leash.  This was considered quite rude and the crowd booed quietly.  Everyone knew the bitches were beaten but no one wanted to see it being done!

 

The sixth handler and bitch (now the fifth) were having trouble keeping up.  She was in her thirties and simply was having trouble keeping up with the pace of the others who were in their twenties.  She simply wasn’t buff enough to be in this competition.  Tears were coating her face as her tendons screamed at the outrage being imposed upon them.  This was too bad because she was an attractive lady.  Nonetheless, the judge waved them off.  At this, the handler knelt beside his bitch, hugged her, and whispered soothing words in her ear.  The crowd also booed at this.  No one wanted to see a handler who was too emotionally involved with his bitch.  She was property for god’s sake – not a pet!

 

And then there were four.  By now, Linda thought she had become Alice in Wonderland.   Who were these people?

 

Then, in one of those unexpected and unexplainable moments in sports, the last bitch remaining had an unbelievable lapse in composure.  You see, her trainer had put so many large things in her ass during her training that her ass hole was in a constant state of gapping open.  And, when ass holes gap open perpetually, they lose their ability of retention.  She had a kerplop!  That was the ABC’s culturally acceptable way of saying she dropped a turd!  And, she did it right in the middle of her promenade!  The crowd let out a gasp in perfect unison.  This was the first time that any contestant at this level had taken a dump in the middle of the most important presentation of her lifetime!  She, too, was disqualified.

 

Now there were three!  Three naked bitches, crawling at heel with their handlers, vying for the prized trophy, Best Bitch of Show!  There was number 1 – the black bitch with big tits and a matching tail.  There was number 2 – the white Scandinavian with little tits and a cute pug tail.  And finally, there was number 3 – the wiener bitch – long in frame – and, obviously, a gambler of a handler who had dared to go with the no-tail look.  Who would be Best Bitch of Show?

 

All three had gained in confidence as they saw three contestants eliminated before they had really begun.  The black bitch was now prancing, her rump high in the air with a look of pride.  The Scandinavian was wiggling her ass and somehow pooching out her blonde bush even further than it would have seen possible.  And, there was the impossibly long, thin bitch who was stretching even further to show the remarkable distance from her shoulders to her hips.  None of them could be discounted.

 

The judge was watching them closely, noting every detail of their stride, their composure, and their attitude.  She was making copious notes on her notepad.  She didn’t miss a detail.  The audience had now begun gambling amongst themselves.  There seemed to be no clear favorite as each person bet according to their own personal tastes.

 

The handlers circled once, twice, thrice.  They were required to keep circling until the judge indicated they should “table” their pets.  The bitches were now sweating profusely.  Although well trained, their knees began to ache from supporting their weighty bottoms for such a long period of time.  Number 3 was breathing through her mouth as her body demanded more oxygen than was being delivered.  Number 1 was having trouble not to slip as her flowing perspiration crept beneath her knees.  And, her huge tits were still swaying from side to side – perhaps even more than in the beginning.  This would cost her.  Number 1 was moving in quite a relaxed manner.  She was obviously in better shape.  Perhaps the lack of weight from heavy tits was to her advantage.

 

Finally, the judge told them to table their pets.  As they completed their final lap, they came to a set of three tables, each designated with their respective number.  Each handler slipped both arms beneath the torso of his bitch and easily lifted her to a table.  Each one maintained the pose for which they had been trained.  They moved not a muscle.  Their skin glistened under the bright lights.  Their nostrils were flared from their exertion.  Their nipples were firm, perky, and seemed to extend impossibly.  Each had spread their knees apart so as to display their ass hole as clearly as possible.  The trainers had removed their tails so they would be ready for the physical examination. 

 

Although the bitches were facing the audience, a TV camera seemed to be almost up their ass, displaying their holes on three separate, giant overhead screens.  Their butt holes looked to be two feet high on the giant screens.  They were all three gaping open, showing acres of pink skin.  Perspiration framed their butt holes, giving the exterior a nice glisten.  In the front, their tongues were hanging out and they were all three panting in anticipation.

 

Number 2 had somehow developed juice in her pussy.  It flowed out slowly and clung in droplets to the blond pussy hair that was so extravagant.  All in all, they were three beautiful portrayals of obedience, discipline, and sexuality.  All of the men in the audience would have given a year’s income to fuck any one of the bitches.  Some would actually do so before the evening came to a conclusion!

 

The matronly judge purposely strode up to number 1.  The judge began running her hands over the wet body, feeling the muscle tone and any body fat that was present.  The black skin rippled and shuddered as it felt the old, white hands move over it.  First the calves.  Then the thighs.  Next the buttocks.  Then, along the sides of the torso – up to the armpits, back down to the hips, around to the tummy – each finger feeling the intimate parts of the body beneath the skin.  The judge took one finger and rummaged around the bitch’s belly button.  Her finger disappeared almost to the second joint.  It was one hell of a navel!

 

Then the judge began feeling the monumental, black breasts.  It seemed that she lingered quite a long time on these beauties.  She noted the size of the nipples and the coarseness of the areolas.  She stroked the long nipples and they became even longer and harder.  Then the judge hefted the two giant tits and judged their weight in relationship to the structure of the rest of the fine body.

 

Finally the judge moved her hands up to the hair on the bitch’s head.  It so happened that she had been groomed in such a manner that her hair was cropped quite closely to her skull.  The judge separated individual strands of hair to determine cleanliness and consistency.

 

Finally the judge moved around to the face that was staring straight ahead with no expression whatsoever.  The judge opened the mouth and felt the inside to determine that the teeth were original and not fake.  The judge peered inside the large oral cavity and then looked up the flared nostrils.  Finally, the judge leaned to first one side and then the other to peer inside the large ears of the pet.

 

Upon completion of the examination, the judge made more notes on her notepad.

 

During all of this Linda was completely aghast.  She realized that this was going to happen to her!  She could not imagine crawling in front of an audience to provide their entertainment.  She was shocked at the thought of someone putting their hands on her body to determine its fitness.  Life was going to get much worse!!!

 

The man watched Linda watching her future and he was bemused by the emotions that were so obviously racing through her mind and soul.  Good!!  She hadn’t seen anything yet!

 

While Linda and her keeper were pondering things, the show went on.  The judge repeated the examination on the other two entries.  She spent a lot of time examining the Scandinavian’s small breasts.  They didn’t jiggle much and the judge liked this.  She thought it fit the overall presentation of the blonde bitch.  The judge’s hands lingered and inordinate amount of time in the blonde, puffy bush.  The judge’s fingers raked through the pubic hair as though she was trying to comb it out straight.  She put two fingers together and seemed to feel each single strand of cunt hair.  Finally, she even bent down and sniffed thoroughly the huge patch of brush.  Somehow, she maintained her dignity and pomposity even while doing this!

 

The judge also spent a lot of time examining the torso of the bitch dachshund.  She seemed to enjoy feeling the long length of ribs and smooth skin.  She normally knocked off points for a shaved pussy but this one worked!  The lips were quite attractive and they framed the slit quite well.  It was a good pussy.  The ass was a bit too lean for her taste and she would have to drop a point for this.  But, all in all, it was a good body.

 

Then, the judge went back over each bitch to examine her metal adornment.  Each bitch had been pierced through the clitoral hood and through each nipple.  The judge first inspected each piece of jewelry to determine if it was oriented directly in the center of the feature that was pierced.  She examined each clit ring to see if the stone rested directly on to the clitoris.  Finally, she made notes as to whether the color of the stone was complimentary to the bitch’s skin tone.  It was evident that the dachshund bitch had been given a poor job of piercing.  Her nipple D rings were not perfectly horizontal.  Her clit ring was slightly off center and the stone actually rested directly to the side of her clit.  This, too, would cost precious points.

 

At this point, Linda had begun wondering about her own piercing.  She had already deduced that she was going to be entered in such a show.  This horrified her!  Yet, deep down in a typical human manner, she had wondered if she could compete.  She was older than the ‘old’ entry that had been dismissed so quickly.  Yet, Linda still wondered if she could keep up with competition in such an event.  She wondered if he had done a quality job with her piercing.  They still hurt like a son-of-a-bitch!  But, she pondered over the question of whether they were centered and level.  She would hate to lose out in a competition because of something she could not control.  Then, she thought, “What the hell is wrong with me?  I’m wondering if I can compete as a dog for god’s sake!”  Her thoughts were sidetracked as her eyes focused once more on the screen in front of her.

 

The judge finally finished with all of her note taking and it was now time for the next phase.  It was time for the obstacle course.  Up to now they had been judged for their presence when parading and the overall balance of their particular bodies.  Now it was time for physical abilities and agility to be tested.

 

The course consisted of six pylons that were located across the middle of the gym floor.  Each pylon was about three feet apart.  Each one was electrified so that, if touched, a very strong shock would be delivered to the toucher.  Each bitch would crawl in a zig zag course through the pylons, circle around the last pylon and return in a zig zag course to the finish line.  They would be judged as to time of completion.  If a bitch touched a pylon, she would not have points deducted.  This was because she would have the shit shocked out of her and would be knocked on her ass, and, unable to finish the course.  Thus, she would receive a zero for this portion.

 

The second phase of the course was a balance and physical test.  A standard ladder rested five feet in the air between two sturdy supports.  The ladder was twelve feet long.  A quite steep wooden ramp led up to the ladder while another such ramp descended from the other end of the ladder. 

 

The bitch would be required to go up the ramp, cross the ladder, and down the opposite ramp.  Some would choose to crawl along the outer rails of the ladder while others might try to crawl across on each rung of the ladder.  All in all, it required balance and the withstanding of a lot of pain to the knees and hands.  The reason for the pain was the thousands of sharp nails that protruded up through the rails and the rungs.  Each protrusion was about a quarter of an inch long.  It would be impossible to avoid them.

 

The final portion of the physical test was a wading pool that was about twelve feet in diameter.  It was filled with sewage.  The sewage was about eighteen inches deep.  Simply put, each bitch would have to crawl across the pool as quickly as possible.  When she crawled out the other side, a shower was waiting for her to clean off the inevitable offal that was clinging to her body.  The shower would be icy cold.  After finishing the shower, each bitch’s nipples would be measured for length.  The longest nipple would receive bonus points.

 

All entrants were required to do so with their tail in place.  This caused the first controversy.  Handlers one and two huddled together and then filed an official complaint with the judge.  Their entries had tails.  The dachshund bitch was tailless.  Thus, she would not have to suffer whatever stress went along with the imposition of an object in an ass hole.  The judge listened and then went over to talk to the president of the ABC.  The protest was upheld!  It was determined that the tailless bitch must have a dildo inserted into her ass while doing the obstacle course.

 

A large dildo was inserted and some thought they could hear the hint of a whimper from the dachshund bitch.  She had never really responded well to insertions in her ass and that was the reason her handler had tried to slip through without a tail.

 

Number one was ready.  Her black skin glistened in anticipation of her forthcoming physical stress.  Her eyes were dilated and her nostrils were flared.  Her chest, with its mighty breasts, was heaving as it began taking in more oxygen.  Her thighs were trembling.  Her nipples were engorged.  Juice was dripping from her pussy.  She was ready.

 

The signal to begin was provided by the clapping of her trainer’s hands.  When she heard the crack of his palms come together she sprung forward like a thoroughbred out of the starting gate.  She scampered forward toward the first pylon with a quickness that would seem impossible for a human on hands and knees.  Her breasts were now free agents!  The huge globes were moving independently as they swung in huge swaths in different directions.  The black mounds looked good and the crowd cheered!  It was impossible to determine if they were cheering her physical abilities or her physical appearance!  It was irrelevant!  Their cheers were pumping her adrenalin through her body and she was actually picking up speed. 

 

As she zig zagged she came perilously close to each pylon yet there must have been a micro inch of space between her marvelous body and each electrified structure.  She touched not a one!

 

She made the far turn and now, impossibly, she was attaining more speed.  Her thighs were flashing and her tits were alive.  She was leaving behind a trail of perspiration and pussy juice.  The insides of her thighs were wet with her drippings from her pussy.  She was an athlete!  She crossed the finish line with a thunderous roar from the crowd as her pretty tail bounced up and down in some sort of sick appreciation for the recognition.

 

But, there was no rest to be had at this time.  Her trainer clapped his hands and pointed to the ramp and ladder obstacle.  She moved forward with amazing speed and flew up the ramp.  It seemed that her palms and knees flew over the protruding nails.  However, her adrenalin was so high that she felt not a single piercing!  She elected to use the ladder side rails for her highway and her hands and knees moved with lightning speed.  She was leaving behind a trail of droplets of blood on each tiny nail and yet her body seemed to be completely ignorant of any pain sensations. 

 

Then, her first mishap occurred.  As she flew down the ending ramp, her body was going too fast for her hands and knees.  The laws of gravity took over and she rolled down the ramp like a tumbler.  Now, her body felt the hundreds of little nails that were piercing almost every inch of skin on her back.  It looked like a pegboard when she reached the bottom of the ramp.  Somehow, she landed on her hands and knees and she flew to the finish line as though nothing had happened.  Her trainer clapped his hands again and pointed to the wading pool. 

 

She flew towards it and the crowd wondered if her tumbling routine would cost a deduction in points?  That sort of thing had simply never happened before!

 

When she was about two feet from the pool, she somehow launched her body into the air and landed almost directly in the middle of the pool.  Shit and piss flew everywhere.  Her body was coated.  The mess flew up into her face and hair.  She plowed forward while shaking her head from side to side to dislodge the solid parts from her eyes.  Her tits were parting the ‘sea’ like two giant dolphins working together.  The thickened mess was slowing her down but not by a significant amount.  When she was about a foot from the far edge of the pool, somehow, she launched herself up and out and moved forward on slippery hands and knees.  Piss was dripping from her breasts.  Little turdlets were falling from her bush.  She finished with a flourish and began barking eagerly, expecting the applause that roared.  She pranced to the shower and became one big goose bump as the cold, driving water flushed the crap and corruption from her body.  She was a happy bitch!

 

Her eyes seemed to glow as the judge took a micrometer and measured each nipple.  They were huge and elongated!  The cold water had done its job in more ways than one.

 

Now, before the Scandinavian bitch had come to the starting line, the crowd was issuing new bets.  The nigger was obviously a strong favorite.

The blonde was good.  Not fast.  Not flashy.  Not super fast.  But, she was efficient.  She easily went around the pylons.  Her tits weren’t bouncing because her tits were too small.  However, her white ass was a thing of beauty.  Her little pug tail was bouncing easily as it protruded from her ass hole.  Below the tail, her blonde bush was appealing.  There was no doubt that the judge, and the audience, were turned on by its flashing views.  The blonde did not go through the zig zag maze as quickly as the black bitch but she also did not make any mistakes – any touches.

 

She finished with a smile on her face as though she was proud that her course had been flawless.  She had barely broken a sweat.  She was panting and her tongue was hanging out – a bit askew as it lay to the left side of her mouth.  Somehow, this was appealing also.

 

Then, she began the run up the ramp and across the horizontal ladder.  She chose to transverse the ladder by going across the rungs rather than the side rails.  While not as fast, the touching motion of her knees on each rung was causing her ass to bounce in the air in a rather sensual manner.  True, this did not affect her time, and, theoretically time was the only adjudication to be allowed for this event.  However, the crowd was standing and applauding in appreciation of this beautiful, bouncing butt.  This would surely influence madam judge when she was called on for an opinion for other portions of the overall event.

 

As the blonde bitch went down the ramp rather stoically, she was panting even more and her tongue was sticking out to a seemingly impossible length.  She looked good.  Everyone wondered what she would do when she had to wade shit!

 

Well, she jumped into the pool of crap and piss as though she were jumping in the middle of a pile of Tom and Jerry’s ice cream.  She jumped in and spread her arms and legs just before she landed.  It was a flattened cannonball!  Shit and piss flew in the air.  Furthermore, her mouth was wide open and it almost seemed as though she was trying to suck in as much waste as possible!  It was a sight!  She splashed across the pool in such a way as to deliberately coat her pure white body with shit!  She came out the other side and swished her body in the same way as a real life soaking wet dog!  Shit and piss flew everywhere – even on to the formal gown of the judge! 

 

The crowd gasped in astonishment!  What would be the judge’s reaction?  Well, she surprised everyone by laughing out loud in surprise.  She had never been shit upon while judging these competitions.  And then, the blonde crawled up to her and began licking the shit from the sequined gown of the judge. 

 

The crowd murmured and the judge had a delightful grin on her face.  Sure, it must be some sort of rule violation but who was going to complain?  It was a wonderful sight.

 

The judge was shaking as she tried to control her laughter while she tried to get an exact measurement of the Scandinavian nipples.  They, too, were a surprise.  They were much bigger than had been the length of the nigger’s nipples.  Hell, the blonde’s nipples looked bigger than her own tit mean.  Who knew?!

 

It was now time for the dachshund bitch.  She was a mess.  She was shaking her ass as through she was trying to dislodge the huge dildo that was buried in her rectum.  She was whining a bit and the handler was losing patience.  Also, he had secured a long gold chain to her clit ring.  With the twitching and shaking of her ass the chain was shimmying freely and made an interesting pattern as it moved about.  It was obviously a ploy on the part of the handler to distract the judge from the unhappiness of his bitch.  Well, the judge was not to be distracted.  She was much too experienced to be sidetracked by simple jewelry.  However, she did enjoy the action, nonetheless.

 

The long bitch was given the signal to begin through the pylons and she took off toward the first pylon.  Disaster struck immediately.  Her body was quite long and absolutely not suited for such quick turns.  As she rounded the first pylon her left ankle struck and electricity immediately flowed in to her body.  She screamed jumped upward and forward at the same time.  Her body struck full on into the second pylon, the chain from her cunt wrapped around the pylon, and she couldn’t turn loose as this new obstacle sent electricity coursing through her body.  The chain served as an excellent conductor and her pussy was being slammed with jolts of alternating current.  A sizzling sound could actually be heard coming from her pussy lips!  She was done for!

 

It took a technician with insulated gloves to unwrap the chain from around the pole and pull her body off of the electrified device.  She was babbling nonsense as he let her fall to the floor.  Two naked eunuchs came up with a stretcher and carried her from the floor.  Now it was down to two bitches to determine the winner.  This was going to be a contest of contrasts!

 

Linda was stupefied!  She was stupefied at what she was witnessing and she was stupefied at her own reaction to all of these obscene actions.  She was horrified at the thought that these women had actually been transformed into bitches.  She was even more horrified as the realized she was continuously trying to determine how she would fare in such a contest.  This was beyond the pale!

 

The man was watching Linda with interest.  He was an expert at analyzing the emotions of a person by his or her body language and facial expressions.  Of course, Linda was horrified.  But, he knew she was also intrigued.  He brought her up to date.

 

“This organization has added a new contest.  It is for first-timers who are over the age of 30.  It is to be held in three weeks.  I intend to train you and bring you to a point where you will win ‘Best Debutante Bitch’.”

 

Linda could not make a sound.  She was digesting what he had just said.  A debutante was a young person.  She was anything but young.  He explained more.

 

“You are certainly too old in human years to be considered a ‘young woman’.  However, as a newly resurrected bitch, you will be only thirty days old when we enter.  You will win and make me proud.  You will win and make yourself proud.”

 

It was too much for her to wrap her emotions around.  The screen began showing more action and she now paid even more attention as she realized she was seeing a picture of what she was to become.

 

Each of the remaining two bitches was placed on her back on a padded table.  Each ass just hung over the edge.  Their legs were in stirrups and spread wide open.  Their pussies were a beautiful sight.  The ass end of the table was inclined slightly so that their respective ass holes were also in plain sight.  Their nether regions were facing the audience.  A stool on rollers was at the end of the table so that the judge could examine their cunt and ass quite closely.

 

There were two television cameras on a boom pointed directly at their sex.  Overhead on two giant screens, the audience could also get a close-up of what they were about to do to themselves.  They were to masturbate for forty-five minutes.  They would be judged for sexiness, for technique, and for the number and intensity of their orgasms.

 

Without any preamble, the judge said softly, “Begin.”

 

The black bitch was quick and aggressive.  She immediately buried three fingers of her right hand in her pussy – all the way up to her hand.  She took her left hand and grasped her right wrist.  With the full leverage of both mighty arms, she was working her cunt like a machine.  Her lips were enveloping the entire length of her fingers and juice was flowing immediately.  Her nipples were like steel.  She immediately began perspiring and her black skin glistened.

 

The blonde bitch was more deliberate and sensual.  She slowly moved her right hand down her stomach – almost teasingly.  At the same time, her left hand had moved beneath her back and was creeping out from under her beautiful, white ass.  The index finger of her left hand coyly crept in to her puckered asshole.  With her right hand she used her thumb and middle finger to spread open her marvelous pussy lips.  Her index finger smoothly slid into her pussy tunnel.  It, too, instantly became wet with her juices.  Her mouth was formed in an ‘O’ shape as she cooed softly. 

 

The judge was silently moving from one cunt to the other on her wheeled stool.  She was taking copious notes as each bitch gratified herself.

 

The audience was enthralled.  They could not determine whether to watch the huge screens or see the real thing.  The men, although in tuxedos, had opened their individual fly and aroused dicks sprung forward in unison.  Many of their female partners had ducked down and were fellating their comrades.

 

The black bitch was coming!  She was howling like a coyote at the moon!  Her right hand had become so soaked with her own joy juice that she was now fisting herself.  The only thing that could be seen of this appendage was her wrist disappearing in to her sex maw.

 

The white bitch was also coming.  Hers was more subtle.  She was swishing around just one finger in her pussy and one finger in her asshole.  Her thumb and middle finger were each toying with a pussy lip.  Somehow, in an amazing feat of dexterity, her ring finger was curling under her hand and stroking her clit.  Her trainer had obviously done a fine job with her and the audience and judge were seeing an absolutely marvelous sight.  The bitch was panting and letting our short, quick, ‘yipping’ sounds as waves of a continuous orgasm were overtaking her body. 

 

With all of this, only ten minutes had passed.  Thirty-five minutes remained.  It was now an endurance contest as well as a technique contest.  It was like an old fashioned fifteen round championship boxing bout.  The kind that had been done away with to protect the safety of the boxers.  In this case, no pity was to be conferred to either combatant.  They were in it for the long haul.

 

The black bitch now changed techniques.  She used the four fingers of both hands to spread her pussy wide open.  It was a marvelous sight of pinkness and blackness that now faced the audience and the judge.  At the same time she was using both thumbs to stroke her clit.  It was working.  Waves of orgasm were now overtaking her in rapid succession, bringing her to one orgasm after another for the next twenty minutes.  The floor beneath her ass was slippery with her pussy juices.  Saliva was running out of both sides of her mouth.  Her eyes were dilated.  Her tits were bouncing as her body shook from stem to stern.

 

The white bitch also had changed techniques.  She had buried a finger of each hand directly in to her ass hole.  She was stroking this nether hole like twin diesel pistons.  Somehow, her pussy was gaping wide open.  The movement of her fingers in her ass was causing the lower portion of her pussy to bulge up and out in time to her strokes.  And, the action in her own ass was bringing her to a huge set of orgasms.  She was matching the black bitch orgasm for orgasm.  Her pussy lips were actually blushing from the blood that her brain had sent to that area to keep up with the unusual demand for energy.

 

They were like two champion boxers – duking it out.  They were asking no quarter and giving no quarter.  The men in the audience were cheering wildly.  The women in the audience were not able to cheer.  Each female mouth was full of men’s cum.  It had been a dangerous time to suck a dick!

 

Thirty-five minutes of this had passed.  Now it was a matter of who was in the best physical condition.  Each bitch was gasping for air.  Each bitch was in danger of suffering from dehydration.  Then, each trainer did the same thing as they realized that each bitch was in danger of sweating out too much water.  Thus, each trainer moved up to the head of his working bitch, pulled out his dick, and began pissing into his pet’s mouth. 

 

The bitches were obviously grateful!  They had each opened her mouth and were eagerly swallowing the liquid gold.  They knew they had to hydrate if they were to continue on with this furious pace!

 

The black bitch now re-inserted her entire right hand in to her pussy.  Then she took her left hand and inserted it in its entirety into her ass hole.  It was obviously a fierce strain on her and it may have been a tactical error.  As she focused on the distortion being made to her two lower holes, her orgasms dried up. She was working her body furiously but no orgasm was to be had.  It was a marvelous sight.  Everyone enjoyed it.  But, lo and behold, there was no orgasm.  She was just exercising her holes!

 

Meanwhile, the white bitch had changed tactics in a different direction.  She was simply stroking her clitoris with her right index finger.  Using her left hand, she had grasped her miniature left tit by the nipple and was stretching the nipple to an impossible length.  She had bowed her head and was stretching the nipple toward her pouty lips.  And, by god, she made it!  Her lips now had hold of this elastic nipple and she was sucking herself with incredible vigor!  But, best of all, she was coming!  And coming!  And coming! 

 

It was obvious who had won this part of the contest.  The men were giving the blonde bitch a standing ovation.  Also, the women in the audience were shouting which was a bit of a social faus pax.  For, as they shouted, white cum flew out of their mouth.  Some of it landed on the person in front of them.  Some of it ran down their beautiful gowns.  Oddly enough, this had happened before and they all used the same drycleaner.  Lucky drycleaner!

 

The bitches were allowed to stand on their knees on the table and they were actually both quite proud.  They had given a fantastic show!

 

It was now time for the final event – ball licking.

 

The judge made an announcement.  “Each man in the audience was given a numbered ticket when he entered the stands.  I will now read off twenty numbers.  The first ten numbers will indicate who is to have their balls licked by the black bitch.  The second ten numbers will indicate who is to have their balls licked by the blonde bitch.  When you hear your number, prepare yourself and come down to the judging floor.”

 

As the judge called off the lucky numbers there were cheers in the stands.  However, when she called off the final number, there were groans from those whose number had not been called.  While most of the audience was true aficionados of the sport of bitch judging, there had always been speculation that some men attended in the hope that they would have their balls licked!  No survey had ever been conducted to determine the accuracy of this.

 

The men prepared by simply dropping their britches and drawers where they stood.  They were a strange sight as they came down from the stands.  From the waist up they were still dressed in their tux outfits.  From the waist down they were naked.  As they walked down the stands their erect dicks were leading the way with a large bobbing motion and their hairy balls were swinging in the wind.  Their faces were covered with smiles!

 

The bitches were on the floor, on their knees.  Their mouths were already open.  They would be judged in two categories – one for technique and one for speed in bringing all ten men to orgasm.  They were to use their tongues and mouths on the men’s balls.  They could use one hand to jack off each man’s dicks.

 

Now many thought this was an unfair competition because much depended on the men themselves.  At one previous contest, the first man in one bitch’s line was quite elderly.  She had worked him like a goddamn machine and never did get him off.  At another competition, the bitch had drawn all very young men.  They had each come as soon as her hand touched their tool.  The thing was definitely somewhat out of the bitch’s control.  All each bitch could do was to do her best.

 

The bitches were a study in contrasting styles.  The black bitch immediately sucked a ball – or both if they were small – into her mouth and the nuts were never seen for the duration of her work.  This would reduce her technical score because there simply wasn’t much technique to see.  It could not be seen that while the nut was in her mouth she was massaging it vigorously with her tongue – up and over – side to side – slurping saliva all over the hairy nut or nuts.  Meanwhile, her hand was like a piston on the erect dick above the invisible nut.  She grasped the shaft firmly in her strong hand and worked it like a machine.  It was so fast that it was like a blur. 

 

She was going for speed in bringing each man to orgasm but her technique actually worked against her with some of the men.  Men were often quite visual when it came to being aroused.  They liked to see the stuff that was being done to their package.  With the black bitch, they could feel what was being done but there was little to see other than their ball(s) disappearing into her black hole, and, the speed of her hand on their shaft precluded any visual arousal.

 

However, what the black bitch lacked in visual presentations she certainly made up for with tremendous strength and speed with her hand, tongue, and lips.  None of the men whom she was sucking and beating off were complaining. 

 

The first man she had was a huge man, six foot six and perhaps four hundred pounds.  He had a huge belly that hung down to his thick mat of pubic hair.  A stench from his groin area hung around him like a swarm of gnats.  He was repulsive.  And, oddly enough, his balls and dick were uncommonly tiny.  His little erection looked like the pencil on an eraser. 

 

As the black bitch began she took his entire package into her mouth.  She gave his balls and dick a solid tongue washing and then let his teeny tool flip out of her mouth.  She grasped it between her thumb and forefinger and began beating him off with a vengeance.  He lasted about ten seconds before shooting a tremendous load directly between her eyes.  His load was massive and as the crowd looked at the big screen to get a close-up look at the action, they murmured in wonderment, wondering how such a huge wad of jism could spout from such a small parcel.

 

He stepped aside and was replaced by a stark contrast to the fat slob.  This man was tanned, five foot ten and solid as a rock.  And, his dick was also equally solid.  It was only about six inches long but it was like a thick hunk of steel.  And, his balls were huge.  The bitch nodded in approval and began working him vigorously.  His load shot up in to the air and landed with a splat directly on to the top of her head.

 

The next eight men were a blur.  By the time the black bitch had done all ten, her face and head were like a swamp of whitish, thick goo.  Cum was flowing everywhere above her shoulders and falling down to the rest of her body – her back, her tits, her navel, her bush, and her thighs.  In a move that brought applause, she began scooping up the loads with her fingers and eagerly shoveling them into her mouth.  Apparently, she did not swallow but kept them all in her mouth.  Then, she tilted her head back and gargled the goo until cum bubbles came out of her mouth.  Finally, she faced the TV camera and opened her mouth to show mouth and cheeks full of man juice.  She close her mouth, swallowed, and opened again to show the camera that all cum was now in her belly.  She smiled.

 

In the meantime, the blonde bitch had also begun her part of the competition.  Her action was totally different then her opponent.  She was deceptively slow in her approach.  First, she nuzzled the scrotum between the balls.  Then, she seductively licked each nut – from the back, across the bottom, and up to the base of the dick.  In the meantime, she cradled the shaft and began with a slow caress of her hand across the bottom of the dick, over the head, and back across the top of the tool.  All the time she was working the man’s package, she looked up and directly into his eyes.  Imperceptibly, she picked up speed with her hand and applied more force to the nuts with her tongue.  It was effective.  The men felt as though their groin was being worshipped and they could see everything she was doing.  The result was that she was bringing them to orgasm as quickly as the black’s physical approach.

 

By the time the blonde bitch had brought all ten men to fruition, she, too, was drenched in cum.  It seemed as though she loved it!  When she had finished with the men, she shyly looked down at her drenched body and took the palms of both hands and began smoothing out the juice so as to cover her entire body in cum.  She did this also to her face and head.  Soon, her white skin had a wet, white shine over every inch of her body and head and face.  She looked as though she loved it!

 

Now, as to the matter of time, it was a first for any event the ABC had ever presented.  The two bitches ended in a dead heat.  Even the last load of cum that sprung from the each of the last dicks and landed on each bitch’s head at exactly the same time.

 

The TV showed a replay in slow motion, using a split frame, to indicate that, indeed, each wad of goop had hit the bitch’s head at exactly the same time!  The crowd gave a standing ovation to both bitches.

 

The judge was making copious notes on her note pad.  It was all up to her.  Then, as Linda watched and waited eagerly for the winner – the man shut off the giant screen.

 

Now Linda was, in fact, conflicted.  She was completely repulsed by what she had just witnessed.  She was horrified to think that she would be part of such an awful display of perversion.  She was sweating profusely and yet her body was also covered with goose bumps!  Her brain was spinning.  She wondered if she was going to pass out.  She wondered how she could compete with bitches such as these.  She was too old.  She was too fat.  She didn’t like the thought of any of these activities to which the bitches had been subjected.

 

Yet, Linda also was excited by everything she had seen.  Her nipples were hard!  Her pussy was soaked!  Juice was running down her thighs.  If her body hadn’t been so tormented by her awful position, she might have even had an orgasm!

 

He said, “Tomorrow your training begins.  You will train four hours each day to prepare for these events.  You will win!  Failure is not an option!”

 

He left.  She half stood and half hung there.  Day 8 had ended.

The Resurrection of Linda

The Resurrection of Linda

 

 

Chapter 9 – Training – Not for the Faint of Heart (Day 9)

 

Linda awoke with a fitful start.  It had not been a restful night for her as her conscious mind and unconscious mind tried to deal with all that she had seen the preceding day.  On the one hand she was horrified!  She was horrified that women could be used like fucking dogs.  Oops!  Now her brain paused as she realized that she was now thinking with words such as ‘fucking’.  She had never used such language in her life.  Yet – it seemed that words such as that was the only way to communicate adequately her feelings – even though she was communicating to herself!

 

And – the reason she was in a quandary was because she was also excited!  She wondered if he could actually train her to a point where she could actually compete in such an event?  She had never fared well in competitive events.  Thus, she had always tried to avoid them.  As a child she had always been the last one picked.  Sometimes, she wasn’t even picked at all!  She was a dork when it came to athletics or any competitive endeavor.  She was totally uncoordinated and her brain froze when faced with the stress of competition. 

 

But she was impressed by what this man – this bastard – had done with her thus far.  She had had dicks in her galore – even if under unpleasant circumstance.  She was actually beginning to think of herself as a sexual being – a totally new experience!

 

She heard the door open and she immediately rose to the first position.  As she did this, she was even surprised at herself for the quickness and agility she brought to bear.  Pain and fear were strong motivators!

 

He, too, was pleased as he looked at her movement and the resulting position.  Her ass was nice and high in the air as it faced him.  Her head and shoulders were flat on the floor.  Her hands were pulling her ass cheeks far apart.  Best of all was her ass hole!  It was gaping wide open – further open than she had achieved thus far. 

 

He, of course, was naked.  His dick was erect.  It was easily brought to a state of complete erection.  It wavered in the air – seeking a home.  He went to his knees behind her plump ass and his dick bounced eagerly in the air.  He bent down and looked deep into the dark recesses of her shit chute.  He had a pencil flashlight in his hand and he directed its beam into the cavern of her ass.  There were nice shades of pink in there, coated with flecks of brown.

 

He used his throat to hock up a solid load of phlegm.  With a strong force that was created by lots of practice he spit the complete mouthful directly into her ass hole.

 

She had heard him hock up the mass and, somehow, she knew what he was going to do.  Strangely, she was not horrified by this knowledge.  She was actually to the point that she welcomed any of his fluids into any of her cavities.  She had not reached this point with the strangers he brought in to use her.  But, oddly, she was feeling a sense of bonding to him and, like any dog, she welcomed any sort of attention from her master!

 

He again was pleased.  Her ass had not even twitched as he cleared his mouth waste in to it.  He knew the resurrection into a new life was slowly taking place.

 

He told her to take her right hand, stick it between her legs and bury her index finger into her ass hole.  As she released her cheek with this hand it slowly snapped shut.  It was almost as though her body did not want to hide her gaping ass – now full of his spittle.

 

She buried her short, pudgy finger into her ass and, without direction from him, began swishing it around in her ass.  She was now anticipating his direction.  For the moment, this was o.k.  She felt liquid substances coat her finger.  Meanwhile, her ass enjoyed the self-attention.  It was good!

 

He told her to remove her finger and look at it.  She did.  Her finger was coated with yellow phlegm and with her own shit.  He told her to clean it.  Without hesitation she placed her finger in her mouth, closed her lips at the finger’s base, and began tonguing the appendage.  She was shocked!  She was enjoying this!  She actually liked the taste of the spit/shit cocktail!

 

As he watched her eagerly sucking the body waste materials from her finger he was pleased although he took care not to show his appreciation.  Instead, just as she finished with the finger and began tonguing any excess from between her fingers, he drew back his right foot and gave her a mighty kick that landed just above her solar plexus.  She flew backwards and screamed with surprise! 

 

For Linda, again, being struck by another person was like an atomic bomb going off with her as ground zero!  She simply could not adjust to the notion of being struck.  Now this was strange considering all of the other indignities that had been bestowed upon her.

 

And, as she thought of her on reaction to being struck – and her non-reaction to all of the other things – she realized that she was, indeed, going through a metamorphosis.  The old Linda was dead!  A new Linda was being resurrected!

 

She now knew that all of her holes were going to be used by many, many others.  Yet, this also implied that she was, in fact, a sexual being.  She had never before been a sexual being.  She knew that other men had never previously viewed her as a sexual being.  Now, men were lining up to insert their essence into her body!  She truly felt sexual!

 

She reflected on the notion that she had never previously been looked upon as someone who would ever enter into any type of competition.  Now, her master was actually going to train her for an intense competition and he had indicated to her that he thought she could win!  She was special!  She was actually looking forward to his training so she could compete with other bitches.

 

Linda also reminisced about how she used to be so shy about nudity.  Now she looked forward to seeing a naked man.  Now – she immediately looked at a man’s dick and balls when he entered the room.  She was comparing them!  Also, she found herself looking at her own body constantly in the wall mirrors to see how she looked.  She now admired the jewelry that had been installed in her private places!  True – they hurt – but they were certainly attractive.  And, the jewel on her clitoris was a constant reminder of her own sexuality.

 

But – and this was a big but – she hated to be hit!  She could not stand having a blow delivered to her with the intent of instilling harm on her person!  She preferred to play with shit and piss rather than being struck!

 

As all of these thoughts ran through her mind, once again a strange person entered the room.  It was a woman.  She was completely naked (of course).  Her appearance was startling to say the least. 

 

She was well over six feet tall.  The hair on her head was but a stubble – black as coal.  She had no eyebrows and no pubic hair.  But the strangest part of all – her body from shoulders to just above her knees was completely tattooed!  There was not one inch of bare skin in that entire stretch of her body.  And – the tattoos were horrible!  They were all tableaus of people being tortured and/or sexually abused!  Beatings, rapes in every orifice, abuses of all sorts were portrayed in living color and high definition!

 

Once again, Linda felt as though she had entered an alternative universe of perversity.  But – the countenance of the new arrival was the most fearful of al that she had encountered thus far.  She carried not an ounce of body fat.  She was incredibly slender but not skinny!  Her imaginary tits were simply slight bulges on her chest with teeny, tiny nipples.  Linda could also see in the wall mirrors that the woman’s ass was non-existent.  And, her eyes were the eyes of a demon.  They were as black as the blackest midnight!  Her mouth was but a slit of evil.  Her hairless, tattooed groin was also but a slit with no hint of a mound whatsoever.

 

As the new arrival drew closer, Linda could see that she wasn’t exactly completely naked.  She had a strange looking, leather-type belt around her waist.  Also, around her forehead was a braided leather headband that could have been mistaken for a small whip.  It was no mistake!

 

The man spoke.  “Let me introduce a compatriot.  She is Madam Purée.  She is here to help in your preparation for show.  I personally am not into the application of severe pain although I do not abhor it.  Madam Purée on the other hand embraces it.  You will see in what manner she embraces it.”

 

Now Madam Purée had an interesting history.  She was raped when she was nineteen.  She determined that she would never, ever be subjected to that abuse again.  First, she studied all the reference materials she could find on martial arts.  There, she discovered the most severe, effective martial art known to mankind was found on a small South Pacific island named, Malo Malo.  The fighting skill and ferocity of these natives was so advanced that the Japanese had skipped this island during World War II. 

 

An exploratory group of Japanese had investigated the island in 1939.  Of the ten men of the group, nine were defeated in hand-to-hand combat in a manner of minutes.  It was no contest.  The tenth man, the survivor, had been allowed to return to his homeland to explain what he had witnessed.  Well, that is, part of him returned.  The part that returned had no arms, no ears, no tongue, no nose, and missing one eye.  As he wrote of the events with his right foot, it was decided that this island was not an important cog in the plan to conquer the world.

 

Madam Purée chartered a flight from Hawaii to this remote island and disembarked with nothing in her hands.  As she explained to the tall chieftain of her plan, he was amused by her audacity.  He told her it would take forty years of training to bring her to a point of competence.  With the brashness of youth, she asked how good she would be after five years of his training.  He laughed and said that she would be able to defeat any human in combat.  Plus, she would be able to completely capture any person’s spirit and mind within four days.  She would achieve this capture without breaking skin or any bone!

 

She asked him what it would cost for five years of such training. 

 

He said, “I will fuck your pussy every morning for the next five years.  I will fuck your ass every day at noontime for the next five years.  You will suck my tool every evening for the next five years.”

 

She admired his confidence.  But as he stood there naked, his huge dick pointing straight at her, she realized his confidence was not misplaced!

 

He said, “Take off your clothes.  You will not wear clothes during your training.”

 

She obeyed instantly.  He laughed at her out-of-shape body.  She turned red.  He walked to her and knelt in front of her.  She wondered what he was going to do.  Then she found out.  He began plucking the hair out of her groin.  She screamed at the first plucking.

 

He said simply, “If you ever scream again, you will be put in a small boat and sent away to get home by your own devices.”

 

She never screamed again.  She endured having every bit of pussy hair pulled from her body.  He pushed her legs apart and made sure that the tiny hairs from her pussy to her ass hole were pulled away by the roots.   She flinched but she did not scream.

 

And thus began her training.  For the next five years she was subjected to incredible physical training.  She was taught hand-to-hand combat that was not known beyond the beaches of the small island.  She learned aspects of torture and degradation that would break the strongest person on the face of the earth.  And, had she kept track of the number of dicks sucked and cum swallowed, she would surely have been included in the Guinness Book of Records!

 

When she left the island and her mentors, she was the most deadly human in the world – excepting for the inhabitants of the island itself.  She immediately went to Japan to seek out the most talented tattoo artist available.  And – he was definitely an artist.  He rubbed his hands in glee when she showed him what she wanted and where she wanted them.  Her body would become a living testimony to her newfound abilities.

 

Finally, she returned to the States and determined to try out her new skills firsthand.  Of all places, she went to East St. Louis, Illinois.  Now, this city was not a place for a white female to go.  Hell, it was barely a place for anyone to go.  She went to the innermost part of the city and entered a barber shop that she had heard about.  It was a den of dope dealers, pimps, and – simply put – totally evil men.  It would be a test.

 

She entered to a shop with three chairs and about twenty men sitting around.  They dropped their jaws when they saw this very white, skinny female.  She was tall – true – but she looked incredibly frail.

 

The largest of the men opened his mouth to intimidate her but he never got out the first word.  With moves from her that were simply too fast to see he was suddenly on the floor holding his ruptured gonads.  As he lay there, wondering if he was permanently damaged in his most important area, a black liquid was oozing through the fingers of the hand holding his nuts.

 

She never said a word.  Within ten minutes there were ten black men rolling on the floor – wishing they were somewhere else.  The other men who had looked so tough when she first entered had disappeared in the twinkling of an eye.  The floor was strewn with pistols, knives, and various types of hitting devices.  None of them had been given a chance to meet their intended target.

 

She walked over to her first victim, straddled his face, squatted down, hiked up her dress and began pissing on his face.  He didn’t resist.  She told him to swallow.  He swallowed!

 

She stood and saw the stropping strap hanging from the side of the chair.  It would be a good memento of her first test.  She had it made into a belt.  Thus, this explained the presence of the strap around her waist.  Although the history of this acquisition had become legend, no one ever knew the history of the short whip that she used as a headband.

 

Now, with this background (and much more), she knelt before Linda.  Madam Purée told Linda to rise to her knees before her.  Linda did – without question or argument.

 

Out of the corner of her eye Linda thought she saw a blur that might have been Madam Purée’s hand.  It was.  It struck Linda in the lower right quadrant.  As Linda toppled over she realized that everything from the waist down had become paralyzed.

 

Madam Purée spoke for the first time.  “Your lower body will be paralyzed for about thirty minutes.  You will have a large bruise where I struck you.  Don’t worry about scars.  I know how to strike you so as not to break skin or bones.  When the paralysis wears off you will feel the most intense pain you have ever felt.  It will last for about four hours.”

 

Linda could not believe what she just heard.  The voice was soft, quite low in register, and completely without emotion.  It was quite clinical!  However, Linda was more concerned about her own predicament.  This was a thousand times more serious than anything else that had happened to her in this room.  And – what if she did not reacquire the use of her lower body?  My god – she could be a paraplegic for the rest of her life!

 

Whilst Linda contemplated these thoughts, Madam Purée walked behind her.  With another swift blow she struck Linda at one particular spot on the back of her neck.  Linda’s arms immediately plopped down as they, too, became paralyzed.  Now she was completely helpless!

 

Madam Purée than stretched Linda out on the floor, on to her face.  Her limbs were useless appendages.  Madam Purée then spread Linda’s legs wide so as to expose her nether holes.  Then, Madam Purée removed the leather strop from her own waist.  It had been used many times to sharpen razors in the barber shop from where it came.  Now it would be used to sharpen Linda’s feelings!

 

The first blow struck Linda directly across the small of her back.  Unfortunately for her, her torso still had functioning nerve endings.  These functioned much too well as Linda felt an incredible pain and let out a blood-curdling scream.  She never had time to finish the scream as Madam Purée then reined blows down upon the exposed back.  Linda would not finish any scream!  For they became a cacophony of one long, eternal sound of pain that sounded more animalistic than it did human!

 

The torturer kept it up until the entire expanse of white skin became a tableau of red and purple.  Madam Purée did know her business!  The canvas of skin was never broken.  Then, the tall woman strapped the strop back on to her waist and removed the short braided whip that had been her headband.  She moved between Linda’s helpless legs.

 

The first blow struck Linda directly in her sex slit.  Linda was beside herself with agony.  This one blow made all of the ones to her back seem like a walk in the park!  Now the screams rose in pitch and intensity!  The lips of her pussy were experiencing something that most women would never experience.  It was like a thousand bolts of electricity.

 

Now Madam Purée’s physical aptitude came in to play.  She had not even gotten warmed up with her previous blows.  Now, her tendons were stretched, her muscles were completely ready and Linda paid the price.  The blows from the short whip reined down upon her pussy lips, her clitoris, and her ass hole.  There was not one single blow that did not land on one of these targets.  Although severe welts were being raised, the skin was still not broken!  Madam Purée knew just when to snap her wrist so that just the tip of the instrument struck its intended target.  It was horrible and yet exhilarating to witness!

 

The man was awe struck.  He had never seen such brutality.  Madam Purée was an artist!  He had intended to begin Linda’s training today with lessons in ball sucking but what he was witnessing was just too good to abandon.  He told the tall woman to keep it up.  He told her that she could have Linda for the next six hours. 

 

Linda’s hearing was still quite good and she was now more afraid than she had ever been before.  She knew she could not withstand six more hours of this.  She underestimated herself – or – rather, she didn’t have any choice.

 

Whilst Madam Purée took a breather and considered the gift of extra time that had been bestowed upon her, the man left the room to talk with the football team that had been waiting impatiently for the promise of having their balls sucked.  They were terribly disappointed as they now felt the first encroachment of blue balls.  However, they were somewhat mollified when he indicated to them that tomorrow would be even better.  Linda would be motivated!

 

Madam Purée looked down at the partially paralyzed Linda.  Linda’s eyes were full of complete fear.  Her eyes could have been found in any trapped animal that knew its fate was doomed.  Then, Linda’s limbs began to stir.  First, the big toe on her right foot twitched – then her entire foot, then her lower leg.  Now both legs below the knee were moving slightly.  Also, the fingers on her hands began to twitch slightly.

 

Madam Purée straddled Linda’s face and slowly began to descend.  Linda looked up at the hairless, tattooed pussy and realized it was going to come to rest on her mouth.  She really didn’t give a shit.  Perhaps if she aroused this horrible woman with her tongue, the beatings would come to an end.

 

Finally, the tight slit came to rest directly on to Linda’s mouth.  The sexual orifice had a strange odor – perhaps one of impending doom.  Madam Purée looked down directly in to Linda’s terrified eyes.  Madam Purée said softly, “Pleasure me and swallow everything that comes forth!”

 

There was no doubt in Linda’s mind that she was going to obey.  Then Linda felt Madam’s weight shift as she bent forward and assumed the classic “69” position.  Although Linda’s legs were completely without feeling and mobility, her pussy was still quite sensitive.

 

Linda felt a strong, sensitive tongue invade her most private part.  Then the tongue began its work.  It was perhaps the most knowledgeable – and strongest – tongue on the face of the planet.  It invaded when invasion was called for.  It caressed when tenderness was needed.  It enveloped Linda’s clitoris at just the right moment.  It was an incredible oral muscle!

 

Linda was coming!  She was coming in a way that she would have never felt possible.  Her torso was quivering in response while her limbs flopped hopelessly from the movement of the body to which they were attached.

 

Linda knew she had to reciprocate.  She wanted to reciprocate!  Her tongue invaded the female orifice that surrounded her lips.  She tried to duplicate the movements that were being thrust upon her own sex.  Linda didn’t have the talent that Madam had but she was game to do her best!  And, her best was really quite good!

 

Soon, pussy juices were flowing as though in a competition to see which could produce the most!  Pussy lips were sodden.  The juice was a thick mucous that seemed to generate its own heat!  Accordingly, facial lips were also drenched.  They were a mixture of pussy product and saliva.  The erotic liquid was being smeared everywhere – all over faces, noses, even ears! 

 

Bodies were shaking uncontrollably.  Well, in reality, Linda’s was out of control.  Madam Purée’s body was trembling and vibrating but, as always, in complete control.  Her body quivered and trembled only as she allowed it.  She was completely capable of what she called “controlled berserkness”.

 

As the man watched the two women pleasure each other, his dick was as hard and erect as it had ever been.  The head of his tool was also soaked – soaked with his pre-cum.  He was ready for action!

 

As Linda went through her fifth or sixth orgasm she had closed her eyes in ecstasy.  However, with some sixth sense, she had felt a shadow cross over her face.  Although she never missed a beat with the action of her tongue and lips on the marvelous pussy, she opened her eyes.

 

She saw the man standing above her with his feet on each side of her head.  It was a rather unique sight.  She looked upward and saw his hairy ass, the underside of his nuts, and his dick pole pointing straight forward as it trembled in anticipation. 

 

She saw him begin to squat down as his ass and nuts drew closer to her face.  Madam Purée, always aware of anything near her, sensed what he was doing even as she continued to apply her “charms” to Linda’s pussy.  Madam Purée raised her butt ever so slightly to provide him access.

 

He did not turn down her presentation.  Madam Purée, with amazing control of her body parts, dilated her own ass hole in such a way as to present her nether hole to him – completely open and ready for action.

 

His wet dick slid easily into the offered aperture.  Then, Madam Purée slowly closed her ass hole back to form a completely tight fit around the erect tool.

 

Now Linda had to raise her head a bit to keep her tongue connected to the wet pussy.  Linda was up to the task.  As the same time she felt his ass hole completely surround her rather petite nose.  Also, his nuts slowly slid down her forehead and completely covered her eyes.  She felt his huge thatch of pubic hair gracefully stroke her cheeks.  She felt enveloped by the aroma of the shit that was inherent with his ass hole as well as the quite gamy sense of his balls. All in all, she was not turned off.  In fact she seemed to be fired up by the degradation of it all.  Her pussy was secreting even more pussy juices.

 

Now Madam Purée’s senses were also taking her to the edge of her control.  She was about to come.  Her pussy lips were vibrating like a violin string.  She controlled herself more than any other woman could have done but it was still evident to Linda and the man that Madam Purée was about to have a magnificent orgasm.  Linda immediately pushed her lips and tongue further in to Madam Purée’s nether hole.  The man had seen Madam come before and he wondered if Linda was up to the task ahead of her.

 

Linda was up to the task.  She swallowed with great vigor.  She even began protruding her tongue up further in to the vagina – almost as though she were trying to draw out more fluids.  Linda would have never thought that she could swallow anything this copious with such relish.  She was truly inspired!

 

Now whilst all of this was going on with Madam Purée, Linda and the man were having their own experiences of ecstasy.  The man’s dick had been skillfully massaged by the inner linings of Madam Purée’s rectum.  She was milking his dick like a farmer’s milking machine.  And, his dick was responding accordingly.

 

Also, Linda was experiencing the height of Madam Purée’s powers with her tongue.  Madam had kicked her tongue up into high gear and Linda’s cunt felt as though it was being attacked by something greater than any dick could have produced.

 

The end result of all of these feelings was that while Madam Purée was coming, Linda and the man were coming at the same time in waves of orgasms that were simply beyond anything that any language’s vocabulary could describe.  Three naked people, nay, three naked animals were coming in giant throes of orgasms that made them look like one monster with six legs, six arms, and four tits thrashing around as though demon-possessed!  It was a hell of a sight!

 

Finally they collapsed together – Madam Purée atop Linda.  The man falling forward onto the back of Madam Purée – his dick receding slightly while still inside her marvelous ass hole.  Linda’s mouth was open wide as her lungs were sucking in air – trying to make up for the deficit of oxygen that had just been expended.

 

The man pulled out his dick – pulling a mixture of his cum and her ass-holdings along the way.  The cum/shit cocktail fell on to the chin of Linda.  Then his semi-erect dick was directly above her sweaty face.  She knew what to do.  She reached upward with her head and enveloped his coated dick with her lips.  Using her lips and her tongue, she gleefully cleaned his tool – bringing it to a state of pristine cleanliness.  He was happy!  Linda’s resurrection to a new being was still evolving as he wanted.

 

Madam Purée and the man rose to their feet and stared down at the bitch/cunt.  They smiled because they knew what was about to happen.

 

Unfortunately for Linda, the numbness was completely gone from her arms and legs.  This was unfortunate because the numbness was being replaced by monumental pain!  Madam Purée was proving to be a prophetess.  She had said there would be pain and, indeed, there was pain – pain that almost no one had ever encountered.

 

Linda tried to thrash about as though the movement would eliminate the pain.  It didn’t.  The rest of Linda’s body was floundering like a huge fish that had just been landed.

 

Madam Purée took the heels of her hands and clapped them together on Linda’s temples.  It was as though Linda had been struck simultaneously with two ball peen hammers.  Of course, she immediately lost consciousness.  She stopped thrashing about!

 

When Linda regained consciousness, her world had been turned upside down.  Well – actually – her emotional and sexual life had been in a state of turning upside down for the past eight and a half days.  Now she was really and truly, physically upside down.

 

She was hanging upside down by two cords that were secured around her ankles.  The cords were far enough apart so as to spread her legs wide apart, exposing her groin and her ass.  Her face was incredibly red from the blood flow that had gone to her head.  Her saggy tits were now displaying all of their sagginess as they flopped downward, almost reaching beyond her face.  Linda’s hands were secured behind her back.

 

Linda knew now she was in trouble!  Hell, she had been in trouble from day one of her captivity but now she knew her trouble would reach new heights – or depths in her case. 

 

Linda had been secured at a height that took her face directly in front of Madam Purée’s cunt which was only inches from Linda’s face.  Linda could smell the sex.  Because Linda was this close, she could not see what Madam Purée was doing or holding above her waist.  Linda was about to find out.

 

Madam Purée had in her two hands a one inch-thick rod that was made of hard, black rubber.  The rod was about four feet long.  Madam raised the rod well above her head and with one single motion brought it viciously down on to Linda’s pussy.  The rod whistled as it flew through the air.  It landed with a splat, parting Linda’s surprised pussy lips and moving down directly into the moist slit.  The splat, however, was drowned out by the sound of Linda’s scream!

 

“Oowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!

 

Before Linda could even finish the scream, Madam Purée was reining blows down on to the pained pussy!  Linda’s screams were now reverberating off of the walls.  The pain was beyond any imagination she could have ever contrived.  Her pussy was being ruined, she knew.  The lips were swelling up!  The hood ring was being driven down on to Linda’s clit!  However, she felt no orgasm because the pain superceded anything else that her body might have experienced or expressed.  Linda’s voice was actually becoming hoarse from the animal sounds that escaped her lips.  Animal sounds that truly were animalistic and nowhere near to anything human!

 

While Madam Purée was doing this, she never even broke a sweat or increased her respiratory rate.  She truly was a remarkable specimen of physicality!  Furthermore, her face never changed expression.  She did not exhibit joy – exhilaration – pleasure – NOTHING!

 

The man was in awe.  He had brought her in because he knew he could never match her pain administration.  He didn’t want to ever get to that point!

 

Then, Madam hunkered down before Linda so that their faces were just inches apart.  Linda’s face was a hell of a sight.  Tears flooded from her eyes and dribbled down across her forehead and into her hair.  Snot was running from her nose.  Drool was flowed freely from her mouth.  The mixture of snot and drool also flowed down her face and into her hair, stopping at her eyes along the way.  As she sobbed, Madam Purée spoke.

 

“Tomorrow you will be spending the days licking a plethora of balls.  It is not enough that you do so from coercion.  You must do them because you love to lick balls.”

 

Linda spoke through her sobs, “I will lick them.  I will love to lick them!  Just don’t beat me anymore!”

 

Madam Purée:  “No.  You are saying that to avoid pain.  You must convince me that you really, truly, thoroughly, love to lick balls!”

 

Linda:  “But how can I convince you beyond telling you?”

 

Madam Purée:  “I will know!”

 

Madam stood as Linda bleated out partitions of her love to lick balls.  Madam was not swayed.

 

For the next four hours she beat Linda over every sensitive part of her body.  And, she knew all of the sensitive parts.  She knew when Linda was approaching a state of unconsciousness and she backed off just enough to prohibit Linda from slipping in to a state of dark bliss.

 

During all of this time, Linda was begging, imploring, screaming, and trying to convince her abuser that she loved to lick balls.  Finally, she was reduced to a state of a human blob of sagging tits and pudgy body.  She had reached her limit.  Her body was a tableau of black, blue, yellow, and purple.  Yet not a single inch of skin had been broken.  It truly was the work of an artist!

 

First, Madam Purée cut the cords that secured Linda’s hands.  Linda’s hands flopped downward toward the floor, useless!

 

Madam again hunkered down in front of Linda’s face.  “Do you really, truly, love to lick balls?”

 

Linda spoke with childlike sincerity, “I really, truly, love to lick balls.  I know I do.  It will be my livelong ambition!” 

 

Somehow, there was a different note to her voice.  It was a note of true sincerity.

 

Madam Purée recognized the validity of her voice and her words.  She said, “You will continue to hang thusly until tomorrow morning.  Then, you will be presented with an eight hour line of testicles.”

 

Day 9 had ended.

The Resurrection of Linda

The Resurrection of Linda

 

 

Chapter 10 – Balled Out! (Day 10)

 

Linda found herself completely befuddled!  She must have blacked out!  She now found herself on her hands and knees, under the shower spray – being attended to by both the man and by Madam Purée.

 

She simply could not recall the transition that had taken place from being hung upside down to being treated so tenderly!  The two people tending to her were actually giving her comfort!

 

She found these swings in treatment to be completely unsettling.  It put her in the position of loving and hating these people!  True, her body ached from the horrible beating.  But - Madam Purée was now gently touching her body with tender hands – touching her in places that felt good.  For, you see, Madam Purée knew “feel good” points as well as “pain” points.  She was now touching the feel-good points and they really and truly did make Linda’s body feel good.

 

Meanwhile, in addition to warm water cascading down her body and in addition to Madam Purée’s soothing touches, the man was gently massaging her butt cheeks.  His hand felt fantastic!  His fingers were gradually migrating to the crack of her ass – teasing – touching – touting a sense of hope deep within the sensual regions of Linda’s brain.  She wanted his fingers to invade her ass crack.  She wanted to feel his fingers swirling around her ass hole.  She longed for the feeling of his fingers around her ringed clitoris and on in to the pink secrets of her pussy.

 

He did not disappoint her!  As his fingers plowed the furrow between her plump cheeks, she shivered and goose bumps rose all over her butt.  It was a marvelous experience!  And, Madam Purée kept finding never before touched nerve endings that put Linda into a complete state of rapture.  And, the warm shower water simply made her feel good all over.

 

Now, his hands slowly separated her ass cheeks – spreading them open – making way for his right index finger to delve into her ass hole.  If her ass hole would have had teeth, it would have smiled!  Instead, it opened up to his digit, welcoming the sexual feelings that ensued.

 

His finger teased her rear hole.  First it would slowly creep into the tunnel, and then it would quickly retreat.  Then it would mount a full-speed invasion into the rear entry and slowly, teasingly retreat.  Linda was becoming quite aroused and she wanted him to explore all of her holes.  Yet, she knew not to ask!  Actually, it wasn’t necessary for her to ask for he planned to invade every orifice.

 

Finally, his digit was buried to the utmost in her bowels.  Then, he used the other hand to move up her inner thigh – slowly approaching her pussy.  Even as the shower was cascading on to all of the naked bodies, Linda was perspiring.  She was fully aroused.  His hand had increased the pace of its advance and was now stroking the bare skin that went down the middle of her pussy hair.  Goose bumps were rising on this patch of skin also – even as sweat covered her entire body to mingle with the shower spray.

 

Then, without preamble, he plunged three fingers directly in to her pussy slit.  Linda shuddered and let out a groan.  She wanted him!  And, she wanted Madam Purée as well.  She was not to be disappointed.  Madam Purée was leaning over Linda’s back, reaching arms around her torso to cup the tits that were hanging down so deliciously.  Each of Madam Purée’s hands was full of the plenteous breasts.  The nipples were enlarged and probing the palms of Madam Purée’s hands. 

 

Madam Purée began swirling each boob in opposite directions.  Sometimes she would heft them up while swirling them, sometimes she would pull them and stretch them.  Linda was ecstatic!  She felt as though her entire body had become a sexual toy.  Well, hell, it had!

 

As Madam Purée and the man probed, pulled, stroked, and massaged – Linda began coming.  She was groaning quite loudly now and her body was shuddering uncontrollably.  Waves of orgasms were screeching throughout her entire body.  Her pussy was a swamp of her own juices.  Her ass hole was winking as it opened and shut without thought.  Her nipples were extended to the point that they could have poked holes through the hardest object imaginable.  Her face was contorted as she tried to bring forth even more orgasms.  And, she succeeded!  If there were a Richter scale for orgasms, she would have broken the gauge!

 

Madam Purée and the man smiled at each other.  Slowly they straightened up and withdrew their hands from the quaking body.  Linda had become an animal of sex.  She remained on her hands and knees, her body was shuddering.  Her lungs were panting.  Her eyes were dilated to the max.  Her head was bobbing up and down like a woodpecker.

 

Seemingly, from afar, Linda thought she heard the man query Madam Purée.

 

He said softly, “Shall we bring in your friend for some fun and games.”

 

Madam Purée, “It is time,” and she nodded at one of the cameras in the room.

 

Linda was regaining her senses as she heard the door open and the sound of bare feet padding in to the room.  She looked up and saw the most unimaginable sight she had ever seen.  It was a naked woman.  By now, a naked man or woman coming in to the room was certainly not unimaginable.  The unimaginable part was that the woman was the spitting image of the former tennis star, Billie Jean King.  It couldn’t have actually been Billie Jean King because this female was an image of King when she was in the prime of her life – even down to the huge glasses that happened to be the only thing on her naked body.

 

Now with this woman, there was a remarkable story!

 

Madam Purée had always had sexual fantasies about Billie Jean King.  It so happens that, worldwide, there is an unofficial cadre of sexual mercenaries.  Of this group, Madam Purée was, without doubt, the premiere such mercenary.  No one screwed with her – no matter how rough and tough they might be!  There was one exception to this rule.   The men and women of the group were constantly riding Madam Purée about her “thing” for Billie Jean.  It was the only ribbing she allowed.  Whenever it began she would bring up a Mona Lisa smile and seem to glow in the taunts.  When their partying would become quite heavy, they would turn to Madam Purée and say in unison, “BJK is all yours kid!”

 

Finally, Madam Purée decided to do something about her non-secret desires.  She scoured the tennis world high and low for a BJK look-a-like.  Finally, in a remote part of Mississippi, Madam Purée found a young, up and coming player who shared many features of the great BJK.  Her similarity to BJK even extended to the fact that she was a lesbian.  She was easily seduced by the exotic Madam Purée.  Madam told her of her fantasies and told her she would like to have her surgically altered to be a twin to BJK.  The young lady quickly agreed when she was told that she could share in Madam Purée’s other rather unusual career.

 

After a year of surgery, a BJK twin emerged.  Madam Purée was ecstatic.  Then Madam took two more unusual steps.  The one flaw in the makeover was the fact that the new BJK had perfect eyesight.  Madam found a surgeon who performed a Lasik-type surgery to make the young girl tremendously near sighted.  Then, she was fitted with huge, black-rimmed glasses.   The transformation was phenomenal.  In appearance, she had become Billie Jean King!  Then, Madam provided her with one year of tennis lessons from some of the world’s greatest teachers.  Upon completion of this training it was obvious that she would never become a ranked professional but she was one hell of an amateur!

 

Wherever she went she turned heads and was often asked for an autograph.  She always gave one.  Madam Purée renamed her, BJK2.  After five years, she had all but forgotten her former name of Dianne.  For the succeeding years, BJK2 was made a part of some of the most bizarre sexual experiences and assassinations that anyone could ever experience.  It was a good life!

 

Now, here she stood before Bitch-Cunt (Linda).  Bitch-Cunt looked her up and down and realized it could not possibly be Billie Jean King.  Yet the resemblance was remarkable!  Bitch-Cunt’s eyes were drawn to the maze of pubic hair that stood atop BJK2’s pussy.  It was a scraggly, long, black patch of hair!  It went every which way – straight out for some, to the left for others, to the right for some, and straight down for much.  The direction of her pussy hair had no rhyme or reasons.  And, it was a turn-on!

 

Beneath the pubic hair were two lips that protruded and then turned outward.  The inward pink skin was in stark contrast to the jet black hair.  BJK2’s tits were small.  Not as small as Madam Purée’s but, nonetheless, quite small.  Tendons and muscles in her arms and legs showed the results of many tennis matches and, perhaps, many other physical endeavors.  She was Madam Purée’s permanent plaything.  She was Poncho to Madam Purée’s Cisco.  Despite her subservient role, she exuded tremendous self-confidence and an air of many abilities.  She was dangerous!

 

By now, with these two exotic naked women and with his new possession, Bitch-Cunt, the man had become quite aroused.  His dick was fully engorged and ready for action.  The dick head was purple and shiny.  Pre-cum was oozing from the large piss slit.  Madam Purée and he had already mapped out a strategy to further arouse and redirect Bitch-Cunt’s rather drab life.

 

Bitch-Cunt was directed to kneel before his throbbing dick.  Quickly she scurried on hands and knees, rose to her knees and automatically raised her head that was now directly below his outward bound tool.  She could see every vein, speckle, and pubic hair just inches above her upturned face.  She, too, was aroused.  Her pussy was leaking. 

 

BJK2 came over beside the pair.  Bitch-Cunt could smell the strong sexual odor that emanated from the athletic cunt.  Bitch-Cunt became more aroused.  BJK2 reached out with her right hand and firmly gripped his tool in much the same way that she would have gripped the handle of a tennis racket when preparing for a forearm smash.  His dick felt the strong, firm fingers around the shaft and his tool vibrated with anticipation.

 

BJK2 began slowly jacking him off.  The force of her hand bouncing off of his pubic bone was stronger than anything he had ever experienced.  If she had used this same force by the time her calloused hand reached the end of his tool she would have surely torn off the end of his rod!  But, she had marvelous finesse to complement her strength.  Somehow, just at the last split second, she restrained her arm muscles when her hand reached the end of his dick.  Then, with remarkable agility she reversed the thrust of her masturbating hand as it flew back toward his body.  He had masturbated.  Many others had jacked him off.  None was like this.  BJK2 was an artist with amazing strength!

 

Normally, he could control the onslaught of his orgasms quite easily.  This was a struggle!  But he did.  And, Bitch-Cunt was glad he did.  She was seeing a true artist at work.  BJK2’s hand was working his tool like a jack hammer.  Pre-cum was spouting from his piss slit with a force and volume that could have honestly been mistaken for a full fledged orgasm.  The slick, creamy juices were flying everywhere, mostly landing somewhere on Bitch-Cunt’s face.  She had quickly opened her mouth like a baby robin.  To her pleasure, she was catching most of it and swallowing it eagerly.

 

In the meantime, Madam Purée had moved up behind him and was running her finger down the crack of his ass.  She massaged the skin around his ass hole and then kept her hand moving forward until her had had reached between his legs and was playing with his nuts.  He thought, “I have surely died and gone to heaven!”

 

He had never before experienced such a deep sexual arousal outside of a cunt, mouth, or ass hole!  He began groaning.  His groans turned to grunts.  His grunts turned to unintelligible words.  His unintelligible words became a scream of ecstasy.  He came again!

 

To say ‘He came’ was to do a disservice to his sexual apparatus.  Cum flew from his dick with the force of a fire hose.  BJK2 had sensed the arrival of his seed and directed his tool downward to point directly between Bitch-Cunt’s eyes.  At the same time, Madam Purée had stopped fondling his balls and was now squeezing them.  Also at the same time, Madam Purée had taken her other hand and plunged her finger in to his ass hole – directly to his prostate.  All of these actions were effective!

 

His body emptied itself of all seed possible.  When it struck Bitch-Cunt directly between the eyes, she felt as though she had been hit with a ball peen hammer.  She – nor anyone else – would have ever believed that a man’s cum could be delivered with such force.  Her head flew backwards and she almost lost her balance.  Somehow though, she remained on her knees.

 

BJK2 was now milking his tool – squeezing out any remaining remnants.  Madam Purée was back to massaging his nuts and her finger in his ass simply rested – filling the cavity of his butt but not moving.  He was satisfied.  Hell, that’s too lame.  There simply is no word in the English language that could describe his feelings of euphoria!

 

Bitch-Cunt was quite satisfied, too.  Cum was running down both sides of her face.  She felt it flowing and relished it.  The last squeezings of his cum had descended to her mouth and she didn’t swallow it.  She wanted to retain the mouth feel of his juices and savor the taste of that which had sprung from his loins.  She thought, “Life is good!”  not realizing the change in attitude that this represented for her – a complete turnaround from her previous decades of life!

 

BJK2 had released his spent dick and it plopped down on to the upturned face of Bitch-Cunt.  Bitch-Cunt was thoroughly aroused.  Her sense of touch, taste, smell and sight had all been bombarded with the work of the three protagonists.  Bitch-Cunt was ready.

 

As if to confirm what she already knew, Madam Purée knelt beside Bitch-Cunt and whispered in her ear, “Are you ready to lick balls?”

 

Before the query was barely finished, Bitch-Cunt shouted, “Oh god yes!  Please, please bring me balls to lick!”

 

At that, the man turned to go to the door.  When he turned, his wet dick dragged across Bitch-Cunt’s face, spreading more of his juices across her face.  She licked her lips.

 

He opened the door and in walked twenty-two semi-naked young men.  Well, semi-naked is a bit of overstatement as to their dress.  The only thing they were wearing was their football helmets.  It was the offensive and defensive starting squads of a nearby college football team.

 

As the twenty-two men formed a circle around Bitch-Cunt, she was totally ecstatic!  She was ready!  All of the men were incredibly well-muscled and well-hung!  There were balls and dicks galore!  All dicks were erect – some circumcised and some not.

 

Bitch-Cunt’s status was one of complete arousal.  Her nipples were hard.  Her pussy was dripping its juices.  Her mouth was salivating in anticipation of licking forty-four balls and jacking off twenty-two dicks.  Although her face was already coated with the man’s cum, she wanted all of these men’s cum flowing over her face, into her eyes, on her lips, in her nostrils – dripping on to her breasts, her stomach, and on to the hairless patch of skin that separated her pussy hair into two patches.  My god she was horny!

 

The men had drawn numbers to set the order of things and the man with number one was a fucking animal.  He was six feet six inches and weighed at least 320 pounds.  There was no fat on his body – it was all muscle!  And, he was one hairy son-of-a-bitch!  He surely was the missing link.  One thing that wasn’t missing and was not to be missed was his package!  His dick was long, thick, and ready.  His balls swung like a pendulum between his hard thighs.  A dollop of juice was seeping out of his huge piss slit.

 

Bitch-Cunt waited in eager anticipation as he sauntered up to her.  He stopped just a few inches in front of her upturned face.  Her tongue leaped out of her mouth and buried itself in his thick pubic hair that covered his scrotum.  Her right hand went up and tried to circle the log of his dick.  Her fingers only went half way round the rod of flesh.  She could feel the vein in his dick pulsating beneath the palm of her hand.  She tried to nudge his right ball and it barely moved.  It was heavy!

 

BJK2 was kneeling on Bitch-Cunt’s left side.  She had leaned forward and plunged her tongue into Bitch-Cunt’s left ear.  Madam Purée was duplicating the effort on Bitch-Cunt’s right side.  Here was with that goddamn tongue in ear thing!  This time it worked for Linda (oops – Bitch-Cunt).  She was aroused even more!  At the same time, the behemoth of a man put his huge mits on the back of Bitch-Cunt’s head and slammed her face into the hairy, pebbly skin of his sack.  With a great display of coordination, BJK2 and Madam Purée moved with her face to retain their tongues in her ears.  It was a marvelous display of synchronized tonguing!

 

Bitch-Cunt began working his sack with her tongue, as her lips moved against his sack.  Her hand – looking miniature around his huge tool – was working his shaft – moving like a piston between his pubic bone and his bulbous dick head.  He was huge and hung but he had no control.  After three strokes of her hand, he came in a torrent of slick, milky cum.  It was thick and milky.  It flew high in the hair and landed with a splat directly on to Bitch-Cunt’s forehead.  It immediately spread and began running downward as Bitch-Cunt had hoped it would.

 

Madam Purée removed her tongue from Bitch-Cunt’s ear and told the huge football player to move on.  He looked down and said, “Fuck you bitch!  I’ll move on when I feel like it!  That was too quick.  She has to do me one more time!”

 

The next thing that happened was a flurry of action that was too quick for anyone to see in detail.  What they did see was the giant man laying on the floor, his left leg broken and his hands holding his balls that were already beginning to swell.  He passed out!

 

The other twenty-one men were shocked.  The downed man was the most ferocious defensive lineman of the entire team.  He had gone down as though he were a twig.  They looked at Madam Purée and wondered who in the hell she was!  She spoke.

 

“The men with the numbers forty-three and forty-four shall carry this sack of shit out.”

 

Well, the truth be told, the ardor of the other men had cooled dramatically.  But, they were conflicted.  They did want to be serviced by this pudgy, horny bitch!  The two men designated as carriers hurried to their assigned task and, with grunts on their parts, hefted him up and carried him out.  They quickly returned.  At the least they wanted to see what happened next.  At the least they wanted to have their nuts licked!

 

Madam Purée spoke again to sooth ruffled feathers and to raise somewhat limp dicks. 

 

“My body servant will fluff your dicks so that they are aroused for Bitch-Cunt.” 

 

Upon saying this, she pointed to BJK2.  Actually, some of the “men” were too young to know who Billie Jean King was.  So, most of them looked on this naked cunt as a flat-chested, homely looking bitch.  But, hell, she began to look quite good as they fantasized about the knowledge that she was going to be a fluffer for each of them.  And, they certainly didn’t want to do anything to antagonize Madam Purée.  She was unbelievable!

 

The men had already lined up in the sequence in which they were to be serviced.  BJK2 moved to the man who had number two.  He was a contrast to the man who had been number one.  Number two was, simply put, a hunk!  Of course, he was the quarterback.  His faced was quite similar to the actor, Dennis Quaid.  He had slightly blonde hair and deep blue eyes.  He exuded a sense of impishness mixed in with masculinity.  A shy grin spread across his face as he realized what was about to happen to him.

 

BJK2, although inclined towards women, was somewhat smitten by this wonderful looking man.  Even his pubic hair was a treat for the eyes.  It, too, was blonde and curly without being kinky.  It coated his balls with just the right amount of down.  It surrounded his prick which was, simply put, perfect!  The tool was just right in size, not too large and not too small.  Truthfully, his dick did not need much fluffing.  It was already rising to an erect state.  However, BJK2 was not going to pass up an opportunity to encounter this male organ.

 

She dipped to her knees before his package.  She reached between his muscular thighs and massaged his firm ass cheeks.  She slowly planted a kiss on the very end of his dick.  Her free hand reached up and fondled those beautiful balls that moved just right in one of the few attractive scrotums in existence.  BJK2 had heard that the word ‘scrotum’ derived from a Latin word that translated ‘quiver of arrows’.  She didn’t know if this was true but she wished she could have his arrows flying in to her throat.  However, she had known the anger of Madam Purée and she would knowingly do absolutely nothing to incur her wrath again.

 

The quarterback’s dick was quickly aroused and erect.  He was ready.  BJK2 sadly withdrew from his groin so that it could be serviced by Bitch-Cunt.  Bitch-Cunt had watched all of this with great eagerness.  This man was the type of man she had only dreamed of from adolescent up to the present time.  His type was far beyond any hopes she would have had for a male sex partner.  She had thus far been relegated to second-class, perhaps even third- and fourth- class dicks.  Now she was going to have prime choice!

 

As Bitch-Cunt slowly began moving her eager lips to his nuts, he looked down at her with a sly smile and created dimples that had gotten him laid many a time.  This time he was going to be brought to orgasms because of forces that were outside his own ‘come-hither’ persona.  This was new ground for him.

 

Bitch-Cunt zeroed in on the left nut, the one that was hanging lower.  She parted her lips as wide as possible and sucked the ball inward.  It seemed slightly larger than the opening of her lips and it came to rest for a moment – forming a seal between her inner mouth and the outside world.  She sucked harder and, somehow, either because of an even larger opening of her mouth or the nut’s desire to fit in, the ball disappeared into her oral cavity.  It felt good inside of her mouth, resting on her tongue, bulging her cheeks slightly outward.  Now she was ordinarily not too keen on the taste of a man’s balls and his ball sweat.  This was totally different!  His sweat tasted like nectar.  The skin covering his ball was slightly salty but, nonetheless, quite tasty!  The sack itself was not a rough, pebbly texture like most.  Sure, his had bumps on it but they were smooth bumps.  His sack and ball really provided a very nice mouth feel.  Bitch-Cunt relished the moment!

 

As Bitch-Cunt began this interaction with the modern day, athletic Adonis, she felt like the luckiest bitch in the world.  Then, for a fleeting second, she realized how ludicrous her standards had become.  If she had said this to her friends in her old life, they would have said:  “Are you crazy Linda?  You’re licking his balls, you’re going to finger  his ass hole, jack him off, and let him come all over your head and face!!!”

 

However, as quickly as the thought came to her mind, she let it go.  She was lucky!  In her old life she would have never even dreamed about even speaking to this fantastic hunk of a man.  She was lucky!  Lucky!  Lucky!

 

Then, Madam Purée brought her back to reality.  “Don’t enjoy it too much you stupid dog!  Get to work!”

 

Bitch-Cunt was snapped out of her reverie.  She quickly reached between his marvelous thighs and sought out his ass hole.  It welcomed her advances and quickly she found her finger buried to the hilt in his shit hole.  At the same time she began jacking off his powerful pole of sex.  Even the feel of the skin of his tool was first class!

 

She was working now – working to give him pleasure – working to satisfy Madam Purée’s high standards – working to show BJK2 that her fluff work was being put to good use – and most of all – working to prove to the man who had changed her that she was, indeed, changed – changed and resurrected to a new life!

 

And, Bitch-Cunt proved that hard work would produce a reward.  The quarterback came!  And he came!  And he came!  Somehow, his cum was more attractive than other men’s cum.  It had purity about it.  It had a texture that wasn’t as icky as some other’s. 

 

Bitch-Cunt definitely did not want it to go to waste in her hair.  While keeping her tongue extended and in touch with his balls, she tilted her head back and opened her mouth to an inhuman width.  At the same time she pointed his spouting dick straight upward.  For some unfathomable reason, for someone with no experience, her aim was perfect.  The wads of cum shot upward until the laws of gravity proved to be still in place.  Then, the wads of cum turned direction, flew downward, and went straight on to her tongue before bouncing to the back of her throat.

 

She was rewarded for her effort!  His cum tasted fantastic – a slight hint of salt – a pure taste that was missing in a lot of cum – and a mouth feel that was just right!  In spite of herself, Bitch-Cunt smiled a satisfying smile.

 

Madam Purée noted it but pretended not to notice.  After all, even victims had to have a small bit of pleasure and achievement once in a while.

 

At the same time the quarterback was still standing and waiting after his load had been spent.  You see, he was a star!  He was used to having his every whim catered to.  Hell, other than winning ball games, he didn’t do a damn thing!  His dick still had cum remnants on it.  He had never cleaned his own dick since he first shot a load into a high school freshman’s face!  He turned and looked at Madam Purée in a questioning way.

 

She knew what was going through his mind and she knew what he expected.  She was a bit perturbed and harbored thoughts of teaching the pretty boy a lesson.  She knew that if she crippled him, the rest of the team would have a hell of a time getting it up and keeping it up.  And, she thought, “what the hell, I can use this to demonstrate further the bitch’s resurrection.”

 

She spoke to Bitch-Cunt, “Clean his dick you saggy-tit bitch!”

 

Bitch-Cunt didn’t particularly like the way the command was delivered but she sure as hell welcomed the opportunity to have one final taste of this god’s seed.  She raised her lips from his sack to his dick head and began slowly sucking and cleaning with her tongue.  When she finished, his dick was sparkling clean!

 

As the quarterback moved aside, Bitch-Cunt looked to see who was next.  Now, Bitch-Cunt knew she was in for an experience that was going to be repulsive in the same measure that the preceding one was beautiful.  The next man was a running back named Jim Brawn.  He was a huge black man!  He stood six foot four inches tall and weighed two hundred forty pounds.  There was no fat on him.  His thighs looked like two huge columns supporting an entire edifice.  His skin was as black as midnight.  He had come to this ‘party’ from a hard workout and his skin glistened with sweat.  In direct proportion to the sweat was the odor that sprang forth.  He stank! 

 

Now when Bitch-Cunt turned to look at him, BJK2 was doing her fluffing duties with him.  Although it seemed that what she was doing was some fairly strong ‘fluffing’.  Brawn was fucking her in the ass!  Now it seems that he had a thing about fucking white women in the ass.  Any white woman who expressed an interest in him was doomed to be corn-holed.  It was his thing!  And BJK2 was being done really well!  She bent over to receive his thrusts in her ass.  The muscles and tendons in her legs were strained to the utmost as she tried to stand up to the thrusts of his body against her back side.  And, she was groaning as her pussy was forced to accommodate his mega-missile of a dick.  Sweat was cascading down her body with the exertion of her effort.  His huge sack of balls were wrapping beneath her ass and up on to and even above her pussy.  It was a hell of a sight!

 

At first, all Bitch-Cunt saw was a nigger fucking a white woman in the ass.  She was horrified as she realized she would soon have to lick his balls and jack off his filthy tool.  It petrified her to know he would be coming on to her head and face!

 

Then, something strange took place within her brains and emotions.  She saw him as an incredibly sexual man!  His thighs and arms were huge and muscular.  His stomach was flat.  When he was on the out-stroke of fucking her ass, she could see the length and girth of his tool.  It was a sight to behold!

 

She began to wonder about how his scrotum would taste.  She speculated about how it would feel to have his huge balls rolling around on either side of her face.  She actually hoped that after he would “shoot his wad” into BJK2’s ass he would have some left over for her.  She wanted his huge hands wrapped around the back of her head, pulling her face forcefully into his groin!  Linda was no more!  Bitch-Cunt had been resurrected in her place!

 

The other players were cheering him on as his body began to tense.  They had witnessed this type of thing many, many times.  He was a stud and they considered it an honor to watch him fully plug a woman’s ass.  He was their hero!

 

Then Jim Brawn let out a scream that would have drowned out any scream that Johnny Weissmuller had ever made in his Tarzan movies.  It was inhuman.  It was as inhuman as the size and force of the load he shot into BJK2’s ass.  She screamed.  She felt as though her guts had been destroyed!

 

Under ordinary circumstances Madam Purée would have been quite angry at BJK2 for this outcry.  It simply was not permitted.  However, she recognized the size of the onslaught that she had just witnessed.  She would cut a certain amount of slack although BJK2 would receive some sort of punishment for receiving the ass load with a certain degree of happiness.

 

In the meantime, Brawn had withdrawn and began waddling over to Bitch-Cunt.  He was waddling because a long stream of cum was hanging from the end of his massive dick and he didn’t want to get it on his thighs.  He wanted it to alight right on to Bitch-Cunt’s face.  Bitch-Cunt was in awe of what she was seeing.  Despite dropping a load in BJK2’s ass, his dick was still semi-erect.  Semi-erect for him was much, much larger than any other man’s fully erect dick!  His tool was covered with shit from BJK2’s ass.  The string of cum that was still hanging on to his member was getting longer and thinner but refused to break off!

 

As he began setting himself over Bitch-Cunt’s face, she opened her mouth wide.  It was good timing!  The long string of his cum settled directly into the center of her open mouth.  She followed it up to its source, rescued it from his member and slowly sucked it all into her mouth.  It smelled, it tasted strange, it was marvelous!  She rinsed it around in her mouth and finally swallowed it whole.  It was such a large remnant of a load that a small bump could be seen going down the front of her neck as his seed found its way to her stomach.  Bitch-Cunt opened her mouth to show him it was empty.  She wanted him to be happy!

 

Then, she began moving her face forward as she buried her mouth, her tongue, her nose and her eyes into his huge, sweaty, smelly sack.  His sack molded itself into every crevice of her face.  She inhaled deeply and was ecstatic over the fragrances that completely filled her sinus cavities.

 

She reached between his giant thighs and sought out his ass hole with her index finger.  Surprisingly, his anal hole was quite small.  It was, indeed, the only small thing about his entire body.  He managed to relax his anal ring and slowly her finger inched its way into his bowels.  At the same time she reached up with her other hand and placed her finger around his tool – at least as far around as it would go. 

 

As her tongue massaged his right ball (the lower-hanging one), her hand began stroking him.  Not surprising to the twenty-one men watching this tableau, his semi-erect dick quickly became fully erect!  It was an awesome sight to behold!

 

He looked down at her.  He looked down at her because he liked to see white women put in their place.  Her place was in his groin!  He knew when he first saw her that she was a racist.  He also saw, as he had seen with many other bitch racists, that she was converted.  She was converted to desiring, wanting, needing his black package.  She was in love!  She was in love with his balls, his dick, and his ass!

 

She proved her lust as her tongue became a thing alive.  It was alive to give every bit of pleasure to his nuts that she could find within that pink tongue tool that was buried in his scrotum.  Her hands were working his tool and his ass hole feverishly.  As he looked down at her, he knew that before this entire adventure was over he would have that fantastic tongue buried in his black ass!

 

As Bitch-Cunt’s tongue, finger and hand began to tire, she felt a change in his equipment.  His huge dick began to pulsate and expand even more than its already incredible girth and length.  His balls began to achieve a life of their own as his nut sack began to shrink and then expand.  She thought the finger in his ass hole was going to break as his butt hole began to constrict around the appendage that was buried deep within it.

 

He came.  God, did he come.  Just as she somehow knew that he was going to explode she dropped his dick head down to the center of her hair and covered the tip of his tool with her hand so as to contain all of his seed on the very top of her head.  Perhaps that wasn’t such a good plan!  His seed exploded with what seemed like the force of a shotgun.  She actually thought her wrist was going to break as her hand was forced backward by his expulsion – further back than it was really meant to go!

 

Then he erupted for a second shot!  This one drove straight down to the top of her skull and she felt as though a sledge hammer had hit her.  She became dizzy and would have actually fallen backward were it not for the finger that was trapped within his muscular bowels.  She was really and truly hanging on by a finger!

 

He smiled.  This was not the first time he had surprised a bitch with the force that he expelled when coming.  It was actually fairly routine.  And, white bitches always seemed to be caught more off guard than black cunts!  He was pleased.

 

Finally, she caught her breath and withdrew her finger from his butt.  That is, he released her finger from his ass!  She then rose up slightly and began cleaning his tool with her tongue and lips.  She tasted his seed.  It was a powerful taste!  She tasted the shit that had coated it – the shit from BJK2’s ass.  It was rank and sour!  But, she got it down.  She swallowed all of the shit and all of his cum!

 

The next three hours became a blur for Bitch-Cunt.  She licked nineteen more sets of balls.  She jacked off nineteen more dicks and had their load deposited on her head and face.  Her finger explored nineteen more ass holes.  One of the reasons the hours became a blur was because she couldn’t see!  Her eyes were coated with cum and for all practical purposes – glued shut by the manly fluids.  For the entire duration of the last hour she was going by Braille!  She couldn’t see but she could certainly touch, smell, and taste!

 

After she finished doing the last football player her lips and tongue were tired and sore.  Her ass-probing had gone o.k. because she was able to switch fingers.  Her sense of smell was completely overloaded as her nose had been constantly buried in scrotums that were in various stages of putridity. 

 

But, somehow, she knew she had developed some strong expertise in ball-licking.  During the entire time that she was performing her tasks, Madam Purée and BJK2 had been kneeling on each side of her – observing her technique up close and personal – and – whispering suggestions about how to enhance her performance.  Their suggestions (commands really) had been dead on and the quality of her actions had improved with each man.  The last man had been the lucky recipient of all of her work and the suggestions made to her.  He was happy – no – VERY happy!

 

Bitch-Cunt had been doing this so long and gone through so many men that she was not aware that she had just done the last one.  It wouldn’t have made any difference if she had known.  She was not given a chance to think or re-group her thoughts.

 

Madam Purée and BJK2 put a hand beneath each of her armpits and easily lifted her in the air.  Her legs and knees were so cramped from being in the kneeling position for so very long that she couldn’t even straighten out when she was lifted.  She remained in the kneeling position in mid-air as she was transported to the gynecological table.  She was placed there and told to get on her hands and knees with her head lifted high – looking straight ahead.  Madam Purée was inwardly satisfied as Bitch-Cunt complied immediately.  However, Bitch-Cunt did have to be told to spread her legs even further apart.  She complied.

 

This was to be part of her training to develop an attitude of acceptance while being adjudicated.  In some ways, Madam Purée knew that, although not physically demanding, this portion was especially difficult for the female psyche to accept.

 

The twenty-two men had been ordered to form a line and walk around the trophy on display and to make any comments they felt appropriate to what they were seeing.  They began walking slowly around Bitch-Cunt in a manner that patrons walk around a treasured display at a museum. 

 

Bitch-Cunt did present a gruesome sight!  There was no patch of facial skin that could be seen.  Her face was coated completely with cum.  Imbedded randomly in the cum were many strands of pubic hair that had apparently not been too well anchored in the sacs she had licked.  Her hair was a tangled mass of cum.  Her mouth was open and the tip of her red tongue could be seen.  There were even pools of cum in her ears.  Her pussy and ass hole were gaping open.  Her freeze-brandings were flaring in a whitish kind of way – almost looking like billboards for her new life of degradation.

 

Then, the comments began. 

 

“God damn!  Look at her pussy and ass hole.  They’re wide open!  You could put a bushel of corn in each fucking hole!”

 

“Look at her fucking face!  It’s full of cum!”

 

“Look at her drooping tits!  Mother fucker!  How old is she!”

 

“Look at her goddamn fat ass!  It looks like two big bags filled with flour!”

 

“Look at that bare landing strip down the middle of her pussy hair!  Those two patches of cunt hair make her mother fucking cunt look like goddamn Bozo the Clown!”

 

“Look at her fat thighs!  They’re almost as big as Brawn’s!”

 

“Goddamn her tongue did work miracles with my nuts!  She’s done a lot of that – I can tell!”

 

“Look at those fucking signs burned into her flesh!  She’s so fucking used up that she has to advertise!”

 

“Hey bitch!  Want to lick my balls again!” as one of the men waggled his dick in front of her face.

 

“Look up into her ass.  I can see China!  Ha ha ha ha ha!”

 

By now, the laughter was rampant.  It sounded like a comedy club after many drinks had been served.

 

Finally, after an hour of this circling and taunting, Madam Purée called a halt to this phase.  It had worked.  Tears were cascading down Bitch-Cunt’s face.  She was devastated.  The verbal assault had been more demoralizing than any sexual degrading act to which she had been subjected.  She thought she had serviced these men in good fashion.  She thought they would have been pleased.  Well, perhaps they were – but – they were men after all!

 

Madam Purée and BJK2 had also noticed one other strange phenomenon.  As the men circled their victim, each of them was constantly stroking his dick.  Madam Purée turned to BJK2 and said, “If it weren’t socially inappropriate, men would never let go of their dicks unless it was buried in some bitch!”

 

Now, Madam Purée gave the men one last opportunity.  She told them they could again circle Bitch-Cunt and touch or grope her anyway they pleased.  Each man would only be allowed ten seconds for such touching or groping.  The only thing not allowed was hitting.  Violators of the time restriction or the non-hitting admonition would be dealt with severely!

 

The men gladly accepted the restrictions.  The next three and a half hours were touch for Bitch-Cunt.  Some men twisted and pulled her tits.  Some did likewise to her nipples – using the nipple rings as handles.  Some men used both hands to spread her pussy or ass hole to peer inside.  Then, many of these would use the same fingers to plunge into her mouth so that she would lick off her own body secretions.  Many would squeeze and maul her large buttocks.  Some were embarrassed and just petted her lightly like a puppy.  Go figure!  Was this a sign that some were more sensitive than others or just plain worn out!  Some would run their fingers over her freeze brands to trace each obscene letter.  She didn’t really feel these strokes because all nerve endings had been destroyed in the areas of the brandings.  A few grabbed the clit hood ring and twisted it violently.  That hurt like a son-of-a-bitch!

 

Finally, the touching and mauling ended.  Jim Brawn then walked up to Madam Purée and told her that he wanted the bitch to eat his ass.  Men did not give orders to Madam Purée.  They made agreements with her but they didn’t give orders.  The two of them stood eye to eye, nose to nose for all of five long minutes.  Then, Brawn blinked.  He knew this bitch was tougher than he.  He knew she could hurt him badly.  He backed down.  It was a wise decision. 

 

Madam Purée told him to lead his men out of there or he would be drinking his meals through a straw for the next six months.  He believed her.  With a nod he led his men from the room.  His image had been tarnished.  The men would never respect Brawn again in the same way.  He had been bested by a white, female cunt!

 

Madam Purée and BJK2 slowly lifted Bitch-Cunt from the table and placed her in the shower.  They left the room and only Bitch-Cunt and the man remained.  He had been silent throughout the whole ordeal.  But, truthfully, somewhere deep inside, he had felt a touch of sadness for Bitch-Cunt.  She had been used severely – physically, sexually, and emotionally.  But, it was necessary.  He did want her to win the fucking contest! 

 

He bathed her.  Day 10 had ended.

The Resurrection of Linda

The Resurrection of Linda

 

 

Chapter 11 – A Day at the Mall (Day 11)

 

The man was mildly concerned.  His schedule was being thrown off.  Now this was bad because he was quite rigid regarding his schedule.  He had been doing this training for a number of years and he had come up with an order of events that accomplished a thorough resurrection with each of his subjects.  Now he was straying from that which he had set up so intently.

 

Today was to be the day when Bitch-Cunt was to be thoroughly humiliated and demoralized – to a much lower level than anything she had done during the first ten days.  Today was to be the day that Rocky and Mountain returned – at the height of their monthly cycle.  Today was to be the day in which Bitch-Cunt would spend the entire day eating out their bloody pussies.  He had scheduled Day 11 in this manner for all previous bitches and it had always been the straw that broke the camel’s back.

 

But, those two fucking cunts had screwed up his plans.  They had each come down with a horrible yeast infection.  Now, ordinarily, he might have considered forcing Bitch-Cunt to spend a day eating them anyway.  But, she was in training for an important dog show and he simply did not feel he could afford for her to become ill or to develop some malady that would inhibit her training.

 

Ordinarily, Day 12 would have been the day at which she would have spent a humiliating and humbling day walking around the mall, displaying herself.  This always worked well as a follow-up to eating out menstruating pussies. 

 

Now, instead, he was taking her to the Mall on day 11.  Bitch-Cunt was already quite humbled.  Her previous activities had done their job and she was no longer the “normal” woman whom he had brought in the first day.  She truly was a Bitch-Cunt.  This day at the Mall was to humble her even more and make her even more acclimated to being naked and degraded in the public eye.

 

He was definitely going to give it a shot.  It was a risky thing to do.  She might try to bolt and run once she was turned loose in the Mall.  He didn’t think she would but he had no frame of reference for doing “shopping” on day 11.  She would be covered thoroughly.  Rocky and Mountain had agreed to shepherd her in the Mall.  Hell, they had to agree!  They were the ones who had screwed up everything with their god-damn mold infection!  Also, Madam Purée and BJK2 would be along for the trip.  So, he figured he would have good coverage for the cunt.

 

His subject’s shopping day at the Mall was not the usual cliché-ridden day of trying on shoes in front of a male clerk or fucking and/or sucking clerks for merchandise.  This day was to be a true day of doing degrading things in public and becoming used to it – perhaps even enjoying it before the day was over. 

 

She was dressed appropriately – for his purposes – but certainly not appropriately for a woman of her age and physique who would be in a crowded public place.  She would wear a very short skirt.  It would fall just below her ass cheeks and just below her pussy.  She would wear no underwear – neither panties nor a bra.  Her naked pudgy thighs would have been enough to draw attention but her bear ass and pussy would absolutely guarantee that she would draw attention.  The waist of the skirt would come just above her pussy hair and only a bit more above her ass crack.  The skirt was somewhat full so as to be floppy when she moved. 

 

The brands above her ass crack and above her pussy hair would be easily seen.  This was because of what she would be wearing on top.  It was a shear, sleeveless, low-cut type of T-shirt that would come just below her sagging breasts.  Actually, if she reached upward at all with her hands, the bottom portion of her breasts would be visible.  Also, due to the low cut and the floppiness of her tits, they seemed to dance rather deliciously beneath the flimsy fabric.  Somehow, the top was clingy enough that it seemed as though her nipples were trying to poke through the weave of the fabric.

 

Finally, there were the ridiculous high heel shoes.  Now let’s face it – short, pudgy women with oversized thighs and legs simply do not look good in heels.  She was no exception.

 

When she walked it looked as though she was about to fall on her almost-naked ass because of the fact that she simply was not very agile.  This gave her a rather strange gait that caused her ass to bounce around and her tits to be in a constant wave of motion.  All in all, it achieved his objective.

 

She was mortified.  She didn’t look like a whore.  She looked like a caricature of a whore!  Then, he solidified her mortification by telling her she was going to the Mall.  He told her that he would have a cadre of people watching her.  If she tried to escape, she would be treated quite brutally. 

 

She was still turning over the notion of walking around like this in public.  Escaping was the last thing on her mind.  Avoiding the entire ordeal was her only thoughts. 

 

Then he placed an earpiece into her left ear.  He spoke a few words in the microphone and she heard his voice in the inner recesses of her ear.  He was coming through loud and clear. 

 

Finally, he led her outside.  It was the first time in ten days that she had seen the outside world.  Her eyes rebelled against the brightness of the natural light.  Her heels betrayed her as the tried to walk across a gravel path to the car that was waiting.

 

In her previous life she would have been thrilled at the chance of riding in the car before her.  It was a low slung, European convertible.  It was bright red.  The top was down.  She would be on display!

 

Acting the gentleman, he held the passenger door open for her and grasped her right hand to assist her entry.  It was good that he did.  The car was really low and she had difficulty getting in.  As she got in, the leather seat scooted her short skirt up and her bare ass touched the leather. 

 

The car had been sitting in the sun and the leather was incredibly hot.  She yelped when it touched her tender skin.  Like lightning, his hand flew out and slapped her hard across the face – leaving a red silhouette of his hand on her cheek.

 

“No sounds,” he said quietly.

 

She knew she must comply.

 

He began driving quite fast.  The wind flew into the front compartment of the convertible and immediately her short top was hoisted up to her chin, completely exposing her breasts.  The car was sprung quite stiffly and her breasts were now jouncing around with a life of their own.

 

Similarly, her skirt was raised up and her pussy was completely exposed, showing the strip of bare skin running directly down the middle of her pussy hair.  It was an interesting sight!

 

He took the freeway and this proved to be quite sadistic on his part.  Her image created mayhem on the busy thoroughfare.  All drivers were above her.  All who saw her had the same reaction.  First their eyes got wide and their mouths dropped open.  All were jockeying for position to get a good view of her meat. 

 

The man instructed her, “Wave at everyone bitch!”

 

She was horrified!  She was mortified!  Her tits, pussy, and thighs were being constantly and thoroughly ogled.  Now she had to wave at the oglers as though nothing was wrong.  She knew she must comply.  She did.

 

The man told her, “Smile you fucking bitch!  They’re your fans.”

 

She smiled – sadly.

 

For some reason, she found this part of her eleven day adventure the most devastating of all.  As men drove by, ogling her and making obscene gestures, she tried to figure out what the hell was worse about this then what she had already been through.  After all, during the previous ten days she had been raped, degraded, and used in unbelievable ways.  Yet, this trip with her on display was much worse!

 

Then she realized why.  Those ten days had been within a confined space and limited to those whom her master determined she should please.  Now, she was being subjected to degradation in front of the general public, completely in the open!  It was horrible!

 

Some vehicles tried to keep pace with them so they could stay beside the car to get a good look at this middle-age pussy.  However, the man behind the wheel was a skilled driver and he knew just how to accelerate or decelerate to keep her “charms” available for many eyes.  One church bus full of teenage boys came up beside them.  The driver had that universal look of being a janitor – there was just something about them that gave them all the same look.  The bus driver deliberately kept pace with the convertible so his boys could get a good look.

 

Their chaperone was a prim and proper female who at first had not noticed the partially naked female in the convertible below them.  She became suspicious when all the boys crowded to one side of the bus.  She got just a peek out the window and at first thought they were simply looking at the snazzy, red convertible.  She was not alarmed.

 

She became alarmed, however, when she heard the sounds of several zippers being unzipped.  She forced her way through the crowd of boys and then was horrified to see that the boys had pulled out their penises and were wagging them at the window (penis was the only word she knew for their equipment).  She shrieked.  Then she looked down.  It was awful.

 

She saw that the passenger was a middle age woman like herself.  She saw that the woman’s top was up around her neck and her breasts were bouncing all over the place.  She saw the woman’s brief skirt was up around her waist and her pubic hair was completely exposed.  Now the chaperone was perhaps the most naïve woman on the face of the earth.  She had never seen anyone’s pubic hair before other than her own.  And, she barely looked at her own.  Yet, this woman on display in the car had a solid patch of bare skin down the middle of her pubic hair.  For some odd reason the chaperone wondered if this was normal and she was abnormal?

 

She screamed at the boys to sit down and close their eyes.  The only response she received was an anonymous “Bull Shit!” from somewhere in the middle of the throng.  She began pulling on the boys’ arms to get them away from the window.  It was to no avail.  Then she saw a gaggle of cell phones being used to photograph the delicious sight.  When it came to tits and pussy, teenage boys were not fussy about the quality.  It was a church trip that none would ever forget.

 

The man in the convertible finally figured they had seen enough and he easily sped away, leaving behind a troupe of very disappointed males and one flabbergasted female chaperone.

 

Bitch-Cunt was not sorry to see the boys fall back as the convertible picked up speed.  She tried to ignore the other spectators who popped up by getting a grasp of where she was.  It was to no avail.  She realized that when she had been captured, she had been transported to a city of unknown origin.  She was lost – in more ways than one.

 

Finally, they arrived at the Mall.  The man treated all pedestrians to a fantastic sight as he slowly went up and down every single aisle in the parking lot to give walkers a great view.  He had told Bitch-Cunt to keep her skirt and top raised to display her assets.  He also told her to make eye contact and to wave at everyone she saw.  Reluctantly and sadly, she complied.

 

As he came to the end of each aisle in the lot he slowed and told her to flick her hands across her nipples to make them stand out and to have a suitable backdrop for her nipple rings.  She complied – reluctantly at first.  For one thing, her nipples were still tender from the piercing and there was a level of pain involved.  For another thing, she was simply mortified to be doing this in public and to have even larger nipples for everyone to see.  She knew her enlarged nipples would be like a magnet, attracting eyes directly to her breasts.

 

Then, however, she began to notice that she was taking pleasure in the whole exercise.  First of all, her nipples were enjoying pleasure that was actually superceding the pain they were experiencing.  And, as people looked even longer at her enlarged nipples, she began to experience some sense of pride.  Sure, women were disapproving.  But, she saw no disapproval in the eyes of the men who were looking at her.  And, for some reason, she found herself looking at the crotch of each man who was looking at her nipples, her breasts, and her pussy.  She began to asses the bulge that seemed to suddenly appear in the crotch of each man.  She was arousing them!

 

Needless to say she left behind a bunch of wide open eyeballs and slackened jaws.  Women walking with their husbands really were horrified and pissed at the head-swiveling antics of their men.  Many men would have black and blue marks on their arms or ribs from being hit viciously for their indiscretions.  Men who were by themselves were lucky.  They could look at will, and, look at will they did.  More than a few teenage boys came in their pants.  Youth has endurance but little control!

 

Finally, he had driven up and down every single aisle in the huge lot.  Surprisingly, he actually found an end parking space directly opposite one of the entrances to the Mall.  He told her to begin pleasuring herself.  She seemed perplexed at first but then she understood.  She had aroused herself sufficiently from her nipple-flicks and from the sight of so many growing male groins.  Surprisingly, she didn’t hesitate.  She laid her head back on the headrest, and her right hand eagerly sought her clitoris.  She began stroking it ferociously.

 

Well, pedestrians had been startled at the image of naked breasts and crotch she had presented while cruising slowly throughout the lot.  Now, they were in total shock at what they were seeing!  Here was this middle-age woman who was obviously masturbating.  A few of the men actually began gathering around the convertible as they watched something they never dreamed in their wildest dreams that they would view.

 

Bitch-Cunt’s chest and neck were turning red as blood rose to the surface of her skin to signify a splendid state of arousal.  Her lips were parted and she was panting rapidly.  Her forearm had picked up speed.  Her hips were grinding in the leather seat of the vehicle.  She began moaning in a jagged pattern.  Then, her entire body stiffened and she let out a large groan – then another – and another.  The orgasm had overtaken her.  Several of the men in the lot applauded.  Bitch-Cunt was now pursing her lips and sucking air in such a way that a whistle was coming from her mouth.  She started to work her cunt again but her man reached over and stopped her.

 

“Enough,” he said, “There is more for you to do.”

 

She sat up straight and pulled her skirt down over her groin and her short shirt down over her breasts.  It was a useless display of modesty.  By now, because they weren’t distracted by her masturbation, they began to admire the brands that were presented to them on her body.  They wanted to move closer for a look but he deterred them.  He told the men around them to move on but there would be more of a show in the Mall. 

 

He said secretively, “Watch and enjoy,  men.  She is here to give you a display.”

 

The men moved on in anticipation of great things to come.  Many were stroking themselves openly as they walked toward the Mall entrance.  The man then spoke to Bitch-Cunt.

 

“The ear piece in your ear is for you to receive instructions.  You will follow them explicitly and without hesitation.  If you fail, I will discontinue your training immediately.  Then, you will be sold to an Arab harem.  There, you will be used to service the lower echelon of towel heads.”

 

She shuddered at the thought.  Above all, she didn’t want to have her training discontinued.  She wanted to win the goddamn dog show!

 

He spoke, “Now get your ass out of the car and move to the entrance.  When you are inside, you will receive instructions via the ear piece.  Take note, Rocky, Mountain, Madam Purée, and BJK2 are inside.  They are watching every move you make.”

 

Bitch-Cunt opened the door and swung her legs outward.  More passing men took note as they saw all of her “charms” when the short skirt rose upward from the swiveling.  They were especially smitten by the hairless strip in the middle of her pussy and the tattoo that flashed so visibly.  Naturally, they slowed their pace. 

 

Bitch-Cunt rose from the car and began walking toward the entrance door – a bit wobbly on the unfamiliar heels.  As she drew near the glass door she could see the image of herself quite plainly.  At first, she did not recognize herself.  She saw a middle-age, short, stocky trollop!  Then she realized it was her!  With every step the front of her skirt bobbed up and the lower hair on her pussy was just visible.  Also, her saggy tits were bobbing up and down and the lower curve of her breasts could be seen beneath the shortened top.  In the reflection she could see the reverse image of the brand that was easily seen above her low slung skirt – Will Fuck for Free’.  She was mortified.

 

The door swung open and she walked through.  She looked at her side image in the door as she passed through.  She could not tell that her skirt also bounced up in the back displaying the lower curves of her ass.  She was a display!  And, she thought, she was an erotic display!  She would never have imagined!

 

When she entered she discovered she was on the second level of the Mall.  It was a typical shopping center.  She walked up to the railing ahead of her and looked down on a central concourse.  The concourse had the usual fake plants, kiosks, benches, and a fountain.  The concourse was surrounded on four sides by four sides of the Mall.  At the Northeast corner was an escalator going up.  At the Southwest corner was an escalator going down to the lower level.  She turned to her right and saw there was an elevator that shuttled between the two levels.  The elevator was one of those see-through cars that was encased completely in glass.

 

Then, a voice came through her earpiece.  “Go to the elevator.  When you enter it, lean up against the glass wall, raise your skirt so that your ass cheeks are planted against the glass.  Ride the elevator up and down until you are told to get off.”

 

She immediately realized that her ass was going to be on display to everyone in the central concourse.  She looked down and saw several private security police.  She thought surely she would be escorted from the Mall, if not actually arrested for public nudity.  Nonetheless, she walked into the elevator and complied.  When she pressed against the glass she was surprised at how cold the glass was on her bare ass.  She also knew that the brands  Bitch  and  Cunt  and  I Like It In the Ass  were surely visible to anyone close to the elevator. 

 

She looked out the sides of the elevator and saw someone walk up to one of the security officers and point a finger at her as the elevator began descending to the lower level.  She saw the security officer take copious notes.  Unbeknownst to her, all of the security personnel were in the pocket of her man.  They would simply tell any complaining civilians that they had the obscene woman under surveillance and were waiting for her to do something more serious than public nudity.

 

Now men were crowding in to the elevator to get a closer look at this strange sight.  They all had grins on their faces and lumps in their groins.  At first, Bitch-Cunt closed her eyes but then she began looking back at them – shamelessly looking at their crotches and measuring them with her eyes.  Some of the men were embarrassed by this although none had been embarrassed at the notion of looking at her private parts. 

 

Even a couple of women got on the elevator.  They were not angry.  Instead there was lust in their eyes.  It was obvious as to their personal persuasion.  These, too, were pleasing to Bitch-Cunt.  It was simply a trip to be an object of physical desire.  She even spread her legs a bit so the insides of her rather pudgy thighs could be seen.

 

She rode the elevator thusly for over twenty minutes.  By that time, she was enjoying herself.  It was actually good to be on display.  Then, to Bitch-Cunt’s dismay, the man’s voice came through her ear piece for new instructions.

 

“Get off the elevator on the lower level.  Go to the up escalator.  Be sure you get on the escalator in such a way that a man will be behind you.  As soon as you are on the escalator, put your right foot on the step ahead of you.  Bend over as though you are adjusting the straps in your shoe.  As you are bent over, look between your legs and see what the man behind you is doing.  Rocky will be at the top of the escalator to adjudicate your work.  She will report to me.”

 

Bitch-Cunt’s heart rate increased dramatically as she mused over what she was about to do.  Oddly enough, she thought, it sounded exciting.  As the elevator came to rest on the lower level, she pulled her ass away from the clear glass panel.  Apparently her ass had sweated because it made a sound like opening Velcro as her butt separated from the glass.  She looked behind and noticed a quite discernable imprint of her big butt on the glass.  She also noticed a rather nerdish looking man who had been on the elevator.  He stayed on the elevator.

 

He was wearing an ill-fitting suit and wore a rather floppy-looking bow tie.  He had a pocket protector full of pens in his shirt pocket.  She looked back at him after she left the elevator.  He was actually on his knees licking the imprint of her ass.  He saw her out of the corner of his eye and they both made eye contact.  She faced him, took one hand and lifted her short skirt to show her pussy while using the other hand to show him her saggy tits, her erect nipples and the rings through her nipples.

 

She smiled as he stuck out his tongue and wagged it up and down with great gusto.  She laughed out loud as she dropped her two clothing pieces.  People around her who weren’t already looking at her, now looked at her openly and strangely.  It was obvious that they were wondering what she was laughing about.

 

She made her way to the up escalator with a bit of anticipation.  She was anxious to see what the next adventure would bring about.  As she stood at the foot of the escalator, she waited for the approach of a man whom she judged to be about 40 years of age.  He was quite handsome and well-dressed.  He was obviously a business man and he seemed to be in a hurry.  When he was about three feet from the escalator she stepped in front of him and got on the moving stairway.

 

He appeared annoyed at having to disrupt his pace.  His annoyance would soon dissipate.

 

She immediately put her right foot on the step ahead of her and bent down as though to adjust her shoe.  Within seconds she could feel a warm breathe pass gently across her ass hole and the patches of hair at the bottom of her pussy.  She bent her head down more and looked between her legs. 

 

His face was actually only inches from her ass.  His eyes were closed and he was inhaling deeply.  For the moment he was in love!

 

Bitch-Cunt was actually chuckling silently.  Now these few minutes of her life had been unbelievable.  For the first time in the last ten and a half days she had laughed out loud and was now chuckling over the power she had just attained over this powerful man.  It was good. 

 

She rose up as she neared the top of the escalator.  The man straightened and immediately looked around to see if anyone had seen his indiscretion.  Well hell, apparently many had seen what he had just done because several were laughing; frowning, and some were actually pointing their finger at him.  His face became red and he scurried off immediately upon alighting from the moving stairway.  It was both a bad day and a good day for him.

 

In the meantime Bitch-Cunt had stepped aside to let him pass.  She was immediately embraced by Rocky.  Rocky threw her arms around Bitch-Cunt and planted a huge kiss directly on her lips – along with some deep tongue action.  Now, many people were gawking.  They seemed to finally realize that this would be an adventure that they would tell to their friends and their friends’ friends!

 

Rocky and Bitch-Cunt continued to deep-tongue each other.  Rocky’s hands crept down, lifted up Bitch-Cunt’s short skirt and grasped each of her rather hefty butt cheeks.  Then, she began to lift them, alternating them like the pistons of an engine.  Bitch-Cunt reciprocated somewhat by grasping Rocky’s flat butt cheeks through the pants of the yellow pant suit that Rocky was wearing.  As their bodies pressed against each other, Bitch-Cunt’s tits were mashed against Rocky’s flat chest.  It was a pleasant sight – if you’re in to that sort of thing and obviously many people were at that moment.

 

They finally released each other and Bitch-Cunt heard the voice in her ear plug. 

 

“Rocky is going to take you to a restroom.  Do as she says – or else!”

 

Bitch-Cunt certainly thought the last command was unnecessary.  Of course she would do what she was told.  That was a given!

 

Rocky took Bitch-Cunt’s right hand and led her as though she were a little, helpless child.  Bitch-Cunt somehow found the entire thing rather comforting.  Her comfort would soon dissipate.

 

They came to the restroom and it was closed for cleaning.  In fact, the cleaning man was in front of the restroom with his cart.  He was a strange looking man.  He was quite short (perhaps 5’2”) except that his neck was of an ungainly length.  It was skinny and it seemed completely out of proportion as it held his little head far above his shoulders.  And, he had a large knot of an adams apple that slid up and down his throat every time he swallowed. 

 

His name was embroidered on to his maintenance uniform.  It proclaimed to the entire world that his name was Oswald.  Oswald hated having his name on his shirt.  His dad had told him that if he wound up with a job that required that he wear a shirt with his name on it – well – that probably signified that he was a failure.  He felt that the prophecy was accurate.  He was a failure.  He was a fucking janitor in a shopping mall – cleaning up after snooty assholes and shithead teenagers.

 

Actually, his job was a continuation of his standard life when he was a teenager.  Because of his odd appearance, he had been called Oswald the Ostrich.  With his elongated neck, it fit.  It was also a painful nickname.

 

He had one saving grace.  Despite his short stature he had an unbelievable dick!  It was long.  Hell, it was to die for!  When soft, it reached almost to his knees.  He wore boxer shorts and a great length of his tool always protruded beyond the length of the shorts.   When it was hard – god it was a wonder of the world.  It was one of the few long dicks that could get completely and solidly hard.  Furthermore, he seemed to be able to will an erection at any moment. 

 

No one knew what could possibly be going on in his head to achieve such a quick erection but they really didn’t want to know what was going on in his head.

 

He had hated taking showers in high school.  His tool was an object of scorn – perhaps spurred on by complete jealousy.  What male wouldn’t be envious of that wonderful tool?  As a result of this gift of luck, coupled with his odd appearance, his tool was the target of many a towel snaps in the locker room.  And, to make matters worse, when snapped, his dick became fully erect.  He had even had a couple of queers proposition him.  It was to no avail.  He loved women.  However, the only ones who would and could have anything to do with him were pro’s.  They charged extra for having to fuck the equivalent of three dicks.

 

Rocky, still holding Bitch-Cunt’s hand, led her around the cart and into the restroom.  Bitch-Cunt’s head turned and she continued to stare at Oswald.  He was a strange sight.  When they entered the bathroom, it could be seen that there were a row of five stalls.  The first stall was a handicap stall which meant that it was about twice as large as the other stalls.  Rocky led her charge into the larger stall.  In the meantime, Oswald had followed them into the women’s restroom.  He immediately shed his clothing and followed them into the women’s usually private area.  Bitch-Cunt looked at his naked frame and inhaled noisily.  He was a sight.  His dick was erect and it looked like a steel rod sticking straight out from his torso. 

 

Bitch-Cunt said softly, “My god, that think is long!”

 

Rocky concurred.  It was a sight!  She spoke, “Hey shithead, do you want to fuck her ass?”

 

He nodded to admit that he did.  Bitch-Cunt shuddered.

 

Rocky to Bitch-Cunt, “Take off your top and your shirt, bend over and put your hands on the assist rail.”

 

Bitch-Cunt was horrified but well-trained.  She shucked her tiny top and her short skirt and hung them on the peg of the door of the stall.  She bent over, fell slightly forward, and caught herself on the railing – waiting for what she knew would not be a pleasant experience.

 

Oswald’s tool swung left to right and back several times as he walked up to the ass before him.  He spit large globs of spittle into his tiny hand and slathered the bubbly solution up and down his pole.  With spit dripping from his tool, he knelt down, spread her cheeks with his miniature fingers and looked directly into her gaping ass hole.  He hocked up a large wad of stuff in his mouth and spit it directly into the dark hole.  Bitch-Cunt jerked a bit at this and then jerked again as his index finger plunged into her shit hole and swabbed his mouth juices around in the tunnel.

 

Then, he stood, moved forward and directed his dick head into her ass hole.  Although his dick was inhumanly long, it was not particularly large in girth.  With the combinations of his spit and her well-used hole, his dick went in rather smoothly.

 

At first, Bitch-Cunt did not feel any discomfort.  But, his dick kept penetrating.  And kept penetrating.  And kept penetrating. 

 

God, the thought, “Does this thing have any end?”

 

Finally he bottomed out.  She felt his torso against her ass cheeks.  Her bowels were cramping.  She wondered if this was what a colonoscopy felt like?  It was certainly deep enough!  He let his dick rest a bit in her cradle of ass and he savored the view.  He had never fucked a woman who was not a prostitute.  He had never fucked for free. 

 

He heard a rustling sound slightly behind him and looked back to see that Rocky was completely naked.  Her muscles rippled.  He was startled.  He knew that she could break him in two.  Then he looked down at her groin area and knew he might soon feel as though he was to be broken in two.  She had a large black strap-on secured to her body.  It was enormous both in length and girth.

 

Oswald was torn.  His first instinct was to withdraw and flee.  But before he could put this instinct into action, Rocky was behind him with her strong hands on his shoulders.  He was trapped!

 

He thought, what the hell, and he decided to stay the course.  Rocky had to scrunch down considerably to line her strap-on with his miniature ass.  This was no problem for her due to the immense strength of her legs and thighs.  She lined up her artificial tool with what she thought was the general vicinity of his ass hole and used her hips to drive her artificial engine home.  She missed the hole and he screamed as the hard rubber hit him just above his ass hole.  Before he could react further, she backed up slightly and plunged again. 

 

It hit the target.  This was not necessarily any more comfortable for him.  His ass hole, for the first time in its life, was raped!  He had never felt such pain.  He screamed uncontrollably.  Rocky used her hands to whop him on each side of his head.

 

“Shut up you useless little man!  Fuck the bitch while I fuck you!”

 

He shut up.  And, he began fucking Bitch-Cunt’s ass.  Rocky, with impeccable timing, moved her hips with his in such a way that her tool remained imbedded in his puny ass.  Her strong body muscles gave him an impetus that he had never had and he was now fucking Bitch-Cunt like a Kentucky Derby stud. 

 

This strong action was not lost on Bitch-Cunt.  She was bracing her body with her arms on the railing but she was no match for these two bodies that were pile-driving her.  Her body moved with each thrust and her head began bouncing off the wall of the stall.  The entire stall shuddered with this effect.  Her head hurt.  Her ass hole hurt.  Yet, somewhere deep within, she felt an erotic effect being forced upon her. 

 

Rocky was now getting warmed up.  She picked up the pace.  She was slamming into little Oswald.  Her pace was too much for him and none of the three bodies were in synch.  They were now three piles of flesh, sometimes together, sometimes opposing, all of them aroused.  Oswald was screaming as his innermost flesh was being abused.  Bitch-Cunt was screaming – both in pain and in ecstasy.  Rocky was doing a cross between a grunt and a scream as she had her muscular body going full steam.  Speaking of bulging – Rocky’s muscles were now bulging.  Oswald’s eyes were bulging.  Bitch-Cunt’s bowels were bulging in areas that had never before been caressed by a dick. 

 

As asses were being assaulted, Oswald was about to come.  The rubber dick was stroking his prostate.  His set of balls were wrapping around Bitch-Cunt’s pussy and pushing and pulling on her clit ring.  He came.  Although a bit of a cliché, he came deeply.  Surely, never before had a dick come so deeply in a human’s bowels and with such force.  Bitch-Cunt was coming – and coming – and coming.  She was in pain.  She was in pleasure. 

 

Rocky and Oswald withdrew from their respective targets together.  Stringy brown stuff was hanging from each of their tools.

 

Rocky spoke, “Little man – turn around and suck my dick clean.”

 

He did.  Not with enthusiasm but certainly with vigor.  This big, muscular woman frightened him.

 

He stood up with some gladness, if not satisfaction, when his assigned task was completed.

 

Rocky spoke, “Turn around little man.  Bitch-Cunt, clean his dick.”

 

Bitch-Cunt was not so reticent.  She had done this, and worse, so many times that this was now standard operating procedure.

 

Bitch-Cunt looked at his still-erect, filthy tool and wondered how in the hell to work it.  Finally, she turned sideways, put one hand near the tip of his tool and used the other hand to grasp the base of his tool.  Then, she began working it like a large ear of corn.  As she worked her way from base to tip, she did take the tip fully in her mouth and began to suck noisily.  All in all, she was quite noisy with the entire operation as she worked it up and down, many, many times.

 

Many in Rocky’s position would have demanded that she deep throat the whole fucking dick.  However, Rocky found Bitch-Cunt’s methods to be quite erotic.  She was satisfied with the whole tableau.

 

In the meantime, Rocky had suspected that the seed that was deeply implanted in Bitch-Cunt’s ass might be trying to find its way to daylight.  As Bitch-Cunt finished cleaning the long dick, Rocky told her to stand, turn around, and spread her ass cheeks.  Bitch-Cunt complied immediately.

 

Sure enough, there was a string of cum hanging from Bitch-Cunt’s ass hole.

 

“Clean it little man – NOW!”

 

Well, he sure didn’t want to put his mouth on that ass hole nor did he want to taste his cum that was now contaminated with particles of her shit.  Nonetheless, he didn’t want to get the shit kicked out of him either.  That had happened many times – and – by lesser than this muscle-bound bitch.  He complied – with vigor.

 

Bitch-Cunt found this to be quite enjoyable.  She was not used to someone else being the victim to her.  It was good.

 

When he had reamed the ass hole with his tongue to Rocky’s satisfaction, she told him to bring in the rest of the equipment.  Bitch-Cunt wondered what the “rest of the equipment” entailed.  Oswald returned with a large leather satchel. 

 

From it, he removed two wedges.  He installed these on the stall door so that the door would remain wide open.  Then he removed an item that made Bitch-Cunt shudder.  It was an enema bag.  Worse, it was an oversized enema bag.  Also, he withdrew from the bag a bottle of a reddish solution.  Bitch-Cunt knew that bad things were in store for her.

 

Rocky told him to pour the contents of the bottle in the bag.  After that, she instructed him to go to a sink and finish filling the bag with warm – not hot – water.  She wanted to cause Bitch-Cunt embarrassment and pain – but not harm to her inner plumbing.  Bitch-Cunt, of course, was not aware of Rocky’s desire to inflict no damage.  She just knew that things were going to get very bad.

 

Rocky told her to lean forward once again and brace herself on the assist rail.  Sorrowfully, Bitch-Cunt complied.  She heard Oswald return with the bag of solution.  The liquid mixture was bubbling and it made a sound that pierced the air for all to hear.  It portended of unpleasant happenings.

 

Rocky told Oswald to get on his knees and to spread the bitch’s cheeks.  He did.  Bitch-Cunt felt goose bumps spread over her flesh as she felt his tiny, obscene fingers grasp her ass and spread her cheeks.  She felt the cool air waft across her ass hole.  Then, she felt the nozzle touch her hole.  Thankfully, she could tell that Rocky had put a lubricant on the nozzle.  Without any preliminaries, the nozzle was plunged into her butt hole.  She jumped a bit but not enough to disrupt the nozzle or to incur Rocky’s wrath.

 

Then, the bubbly liquid flooded her bowels.  It hurt.  It hurt tremendously.  Somehow, the harsh liquid was finding every particle of flesh that lined her bowels.  The liquid was seasoned quite hot and was relentless in its ability to inflict pain.  Bitch-Cunt bit her lower lip to keep from screaming.  She knew that any unpleasant noise would probably result in additional pain.  She did not need any additional pain.

 

Now the liquid was becoming overwhelming.  She could not believe how much volume was being imposed upon her.  Her bowels were thoroughly insulted and were communicating the insult to her brain.  Her stomach began to swell.  Finally, the entire contents were inside of her.  It was a horrible quantity and an even more horrible mixture.  Bitch-Cunt had forgotten how much pain could be inflicted upon her.  She now remembered.  Her cramps would have made spies talk!

 

In once quick motion, Rocky withdrew the nozzle and inserted a butt plug that was capped with a large red emerald-looking jewel.  The jewel was surrounded by silver-looking metal.  It contrasted nicely with her broad ass and white skin.  Oswald had been entranced by the whole sequence of events.  His tiny fingers were straining to hold apart the heavy ass cheeks.  His eyes were fixated on the jewel that was imbedded in the ass.  It was hypnotic!  He had never seen anything such as this and he surely would never have dreamed that his face would be less than twelve inches from the whole thing.  His dick was solidly erect!

 

Rocky told her to straighten up.  Bitch-Cunt did – kind of.  Her cramps were absolutely ferocious and she simply did not want to straighten up completely.  Her arms were wrapped across her waist as though this might alleviate the cramping.

 

Then Bitch-Cunt heard the harsh sound of skin striking skin.  She straightened involuntarily, thinking she had been struck.  Yet, she felt no other pain anywhere on her person.  She turned slightly and saw little Oswald lying on his back, his little hand rubbing his red face.  It seems that he had been reluctant to remove his hands from the grand ass.  Rocky thought this might be inhibiting Bitch-Cunt from straightening up completely.  She had struck Oswald across the face with her open hand, knocking him ass over tea kettle!

 

As his little body and still-erect dick writhed around, Rocky told Bitch-Cunt to sit on the stool.  Bitch-Cunt sat thusly but she really wished the plug was out of her ass so she could get some relief from both the cramping and the horrible agitation the solution was causing to her innards. 

 

Rocky spoke to little Oswald, “Get up you miserable little man.  Go and move your cart from the entrance so that customers can come in and piss and shit.  However, wait thirty seconds before moving your cart.  If your timing is off, I will pull off your fuck-stick by the roots!”

 

Oswald did not doubt for a moment her abilities to de-dick him if she desired to do so.  He moved quickly and looked firmly at his wristwatch so as not to miss the required timing.

 

Actually, Rocky wasn’t timing him.  She just wanted to motivate him and she wanted to give herself time to move into the stall next to Bitch-Cunt.

 

“Listen Bitch-Cunt, women are going to come in shortly.  You are to be sitting erect at all times.  You are to have your hands elevating your tits in a presentation mode.  You are to move your hands for only two events.  When you hear me say ‘now’, you are to reach beneath you with your right hand and remove the butt plug.  As soon as you remove it you are to put the plug end in your mouth and suck and lick it clean.  Whenever someone looks at you, you are to remove your other hand from your tit and wave it at them while smiling.  I can see you through a hole between the stalls.  Any deviation and you will spend the rest of the day receiving enemas.”

 

Bitch-Cunt’s countenance displayed a certain degree of sorrow but she complied.  It hurt like a son-of-a-bitch but, nonetheless, she sat upright on the stool.  Her cramps intensified.  She placed her hands beneath her tits and lifted them appropriately.

 

During all of this, Oswald had been arguing with a host of customers who demanded to use the bathroom.  He stuck to his guns, however, and waited the requisite time before moving the cart.  Immediately, the bitches poured into the bathroom.  They had to pass by the handicap stall with the open door before availing themselves of the other facilities.  Because that stall was the only one with a wide open door, their eyes instinctively looked within.  They were shocked and appalled!

 

They viewed a living tableau of a woman in torment.  They saw a naked, middle-aged, slightly pudgy woman sitting on the stall.  For no discernible reason, she was holding upright her somewhat sagging tits.  She was obviously in some sort of distress and her stomach looked bloated.  Was this the cause of her distress?  What the hell was the cause of this blatant display of her body?  No one had ever seen a sight such as this in a setting like this.  And, as each of them passed, she waved at each of them and smiled weakly.  Also, the woman had strange markings on her body.  Across her breasts were emblazoned the words Bitch and Cunt.  Across her stomach, just above her pussy hair were the words Will Fuck for Free.  A strip of bare skin ran directly down the middle of her cunt hair.  On this strip was implanted the word Thursday.  Why Thursday?  What the hell was going on?

 

Finally, each of the remaining stalls was taken with pissing, shitting women.  The outer area was packed with women who had been waiting an insufferable time for relief from their own inner pressures.  Actually, none of them could guess what pressure really was unless they knew what Bitch-Cunt was enduring.  The room was so crowded that two women were directly in front of Bitch-Cunt, facing her.  They looked puzzled and disgusted.

 

Then a single word came from the stall next to Bitch-Cunt.  “Now!”

 

The two women who could see Bitch-Cunt then saw the sight become even stranger.  They saw her remove one hand from her tit.  The tit sagged in relief.  Bitch-Cunt heisted up her right butt cheek a bit and her free hand snaked beneath her ass.  At first the two spectators thought she was wiping her ass but then they both realized she hadn’t gotten any toilet paper.

 

Then the hand withdrew.  She was holding a jeweled object that sat atop a long, tapered protrusion.  One of the women turned to the other and said, “Where did that come from?”

 

Realization came to them at exactly the same time.  In perfect unison they said, “Oh my god!”

 

The words had scarcely finished echoing from the bare walls before an unmistakable sound rumbled forth.  It was the sound of bowels being ferociously vacated and huge splashes ringing forth.  The farts were ferocious.  The splashing sounds were monumental.  And, the sounds kept piling up on each other as the shitty mess piled up beneath Bitch-Cunt’s ass.  It sounded like a hundred lumberjacks taking a shit!

 

Words from the other women in the room:

 

“My god, what’s going on!”

 

“Jesus what’s wrong with her?”

 

“Has she no shame?”

 

“God, I’m going to puke!”  (She did)

 

“Holy shit!”

 

“What’s wrong with her?”

 

“Did she just escape from an institution?”

 

Whilst all of this was being said, Bitch-Cunt had turned as red as the crimson stone on her butt plug.  The two women before her were still staring at her throughout her mighty shit.  Why didn’t they at least turn their heads?  She knew she was red all over, well, not exactly.  Her ass was surely brown from the shitty splashes that had bounced up on to her seated body.  The concoction that had been brewed for her did vicious things to her inner linings.  As it escaped over all the tissue while seeking an exit, it left behind a tender trail of havoc to her body.  It would be terribly painful for her during the next few days whenever she took a shit.  Her eyes were flooded with tears.  Her head was pounding from shame. 

 

All of the women remaining decided they needed to be somewhere else.  There was an evacuation from the room that would have made one think that an ax murderer was in the room.  Some got stuck going through the single door.  Several who had been sitting on the toilet had not even bothered to wipe.  They left with their pussies wet.  They didn’t care.  One woman had left in such a hurry that she had stepped out of her panties and she left them behind.  The hell with them!

 

Rocky was proud of her charge (although she would never let her charge know it).  Bitch-Cunt had hung in there through every bit of pain, humiliation, and degradation.  She should have screamed but she didn’t.  Oh sure, she did grunt.  But, what the hell, she deserved to have a little slack given to her.

 

Rocky came around to Bitch-Cunt’s stall.  Bitch Cunt was a sad pile of humanity.  Every part of her sagged in shame.  Rocky took the short skirt that was hanging on the peg.  She grasped it firmly and ripped it up both sides cleanly to the waist band so that there would be slits to fully expose each side of Bitch-Cunt’s hips.  Bitch-Cunt was too drained (emotionally and literally) to acknowledge what was being done to her feeble garment.

 

Rocky said, “Stand up.  Go to one of the sinks.  Wash off your ass.  It is no doubt coated with your shit.”

 

Bitch-Cunt knew this was true.  In her prior life she would have been incredibly embarrassed and ashamed to have to wash shit from her ass in front of someone else.  Now, in her new, resurrected life, she was grateful for the opportunity of being allowed to clean herself.  And, she wanted to do a good job so as to satisfy Rocky.

 

When the cleanup was done, Rocky told her to turn around, bend over and spread her cheeks.  Bitch-Cunt complied immediately.  Rocky had in her hand the red-jeweled butt plug that had formerly been in the pet’s ass hole.  Without preamble and with unerring accuracy, Rocky plunged the plug into the winking ass hole.  Bitch-Cunt didn’t even jump.  By now, her nether hole seemed to be acclimated to the notion of things plunging both in and out of the rather tired and somewhat irritated ass hole.  Upon Rocky’s command, Bitch-cunt released her ass cheeks and it was obvious that the plug was buried to the hilt and the flaming red jewel was sitting proudly on the white cheeks.

 

Rocky then returned the two articles of clothing to Bitch-Cunt.  Now, with further alterations, the short skirt was simply two tiny hunks of cloth hanging front and back to cover somewhat her pussy and her ass.  During the cleanup process, Rocky had also ripped a tear down the front of her tiny shirt so that the garment was ripped all the way from top to bottom. Rocky slipped the top on to Bitch-Cunt’s body.  It now hung like an open vest in such a way that it fell to either side of the rather large and saggy breasts.  Not wanting Bitch-Cunt to look immodest, Rocky took a safety pin and joined at the tops bottom hem, causing the nipples and half of the areolas to be somewhat concealed.  All in all, Bitch-Cunt was all but nude.

 

The profile of her ass was now easily seen.  The front of her newly fashioned loin cloth flipped up whenever she walked and a good view of her cunt hair was quite visible.  Her floppy tits swung side to side and up and down and one tit was always fully visible with every stride she took.  She was a sight!

 

Rocky took a gold chain and connected the two nipple rings.  Then, Rocky took another chain that clamped on to the center of the chain that spanned the nipples.  This second chain was about five feet long.  Rocky took its end and led Bitch-Cunt from the still-smelly bathroom.  Bitch-Cunt followed obediently.  Normally, she would have been horrified at being led like an animal.  However, any horror she might have felt was superceded by her relief at leaving this horrible room.

 

As she walked, Bitch-Cunt noticed another feature to the lead chain.  It had a tiny bell directly in the center of it.  So, as the duo walked, a bell signaled Bitch-Cunt’s every step and each swaying of her tits.  People stared.  Boy, did they stare!

 

Rocky led Bitch-Cunt completely around the Mall, letting all the civilians get a good glimpse of her and her ‘charms’.  Quite a few (mostly females) complained to security personnel.  They followed their previous modus operandi.  They took lengthy notes.  They assured each complainant that they had the situation under surveillance and they intended to take action at the appropriate time.

 

Bitch-Cunt, meanwhile, had undergone a metamorphosis during this entire chain of events.  As she was led by the ringing chain, she held her head high and even waved at many people.  If anything, she flounced her hips even more than it would have been thought possible for a woman of her age and physique.  This flouncing displayed quite easily every aspect of her body.  Bitch-Cunt also had acquired the ability to shake her shoulders in such a way that her tits seemed to have a life of their own as they were flung side to side and bounced up and down.  Her nipples were quite erect from the physical action of the chains and from the emotional action of being displayed so thoroughly.  While many folks were dismayed at what was going on, many others were quick to enjoy the show.

 

There were several catcalls and whistles.  Things like, “Way to go babe!”, “Shake it honey”, “Work it angel”, “Nice tits”, etc. 

 

Rocky led Bitch-Cunt to the Food Court where she was met by Madam Purée, BJK2, and Mountain.  They produced quite a sight.  There was the muscular Rocky.  There was the mysterious Madam Purée.  There was the Billie Jean King look-a-like.  There was the monstrous Mountain, all one-fourth of a ton of her (or more).  Then there was the trainee, Bitch-Cunt.

 

It was a sight that had never been seen – nor would ever be seen again – in the Food Court.  Now the Food Court was typical of all such areas in Malls.  It seemed as though there was a concerted effort to see how much people would eat despite how unappetizing the food was presented.  And, it was certainly unappetizing.  The smell was horrible.  The food was piled high as though hogs were about to be fed – and in a way they were.  And, the tables, chairs, and floor were all filthy with dried up stains, spills, and abandoned waste.

 

The quartet led Bitch-Cunt to a stained table that normally sat six.  Madam Purée pushed one of the chairs aside.  Mountain put two chairs together – one for each of her monumental ass cheeks.  The chairs showed a lot of distress under the unfamiliar load but they bore up to the situation.   Bitch-Cunt stood between the seated Madam Purée and Rocky.  Rocky jerked her chain downward and the “pet” was brought to her knees between them.

 

Madam Purée said quite loudly, “Present your tits.”

 

Bitch-Cunt promptly lifted her tits with her hands and held them as far upward as they go.  With this action, the bell on the chain tinkled quite loudly, drawing the stares of many eyes.  Many were flabbergasted.  Some were aroused.  Men could be seen reaching beneath the table for what men typically do when faced with the slightest hint of eroticism.

 

BJK2 went to the counter of one of the so-called “Mediterranean” food vendors.  She brought back four piles of food of undetermined origin with smells that were unfamiliar to anyone.  Each member of the quartet took sample bites and made faces.  There was nothing here that any of them wanted.  Madam Purée took fingers full of food and reached them out in front of Bitch-Cunt’s lips.  She took the food quickly.  Deep down she wanted to make a face.  Hell, she wanted to puke.  She didn’t know what it was but it certainly wasn’t food!  She swallowed.  Then Madam Purée and Rocky alternated feeding her.  Sometimes they would hold the food a bit high so that Bitch-Cunt had to stretch and reach for it.  Sometimes they held it so high that she had to open her mouth like a baby bird.  Then, they would drop it into her waiting mouth.

 

They finally got tired of this exercise and directed their pet to crawl over and kneel between Mountain and BJK2.  These two were a bit more sinister.  They took turns chewing the food and then moving their face and mouth above Bitch-Cunt’s open mouth.  They would then drop the masticated food into the waiting mouth.  Well, as much as Bitch-Cunt was put off by all of this, the surrounding spectators were horrified.  Many of them finally got up and left.

 

However, other spectators gathered closer to see the show.  One filthy man with a scraggly beard and missing teeth asked if he could participate in the feeding.   The quartet, being of an obliging nature, nodded their heads simultaneously in consent.

 

The man chewed his food thoroughly, adding a lot of his special saliva to the mix.  Bitch-Cunt had been horrified at the women feeding her.  This new arrival was beyond the pale.  Yet, she swallowed, as though eager for the product.  She was a good girl!

 

When they tired of the feeding, they decided to move on to new adventures.  BJK2 told Bitch-Cunt to masturbate.  Bitch-Cunt looked around at all the folks staring at her.  This hesitation was a strong violation. 

 

Madam Purée said out loud, “Don’t make me take you to the car!”

 

Many in the crowd laughed.  Bitch-Cunt reacted immediately by placing the fingers of her right hand beneath her loose cloth as she began stroking herself furiously.  When she removed this hand from her right tit, it seemed to fall a foot and shake like a bowl of Jello. 

 

Bitch-Cunt was immediately aroused by her own hand and her neck quickly turned red.  Her nipples became even harder.  Juices were seeping through her fingers and falling to the floor.  Only the whites of her eyes could be seen. 

 

She came.  She really came.  She came with continuous groans of pleasure.  The surrounding crowd applauded.  She was a star.

 

All four of the keepers had been constantly surveying the crowd to ensure that there would be no unplanned interruptions of the entire Food Court adventure.  They had all taken note of one spectator in particular.  He was the prototype of the up and coming executive – up and coming because he hadn’t quite fulfilled his career goal as of yet.  He reeked of self-assurance and of pseudo-importance.  His three button suit hung perfectly on his Lifetime Fitness frame – even though the suit had been purchased off the rack at J. C. Penny.  He carried his notebook as though it contained the secrets of the world.  His ensemble was topped off by a cell phone on his hip holster as though he was an old-time gunslinger.  With his important haircut and shiny shoes, he was on the verge of conquering the world.  The only thing to mar his ensemble was the noticeable bulge in his crotch.  He had been aroused.

 

BJK2 had sidled up to him and she whispered in his ear.  He smiled broadly as he followed BJK2 to her three compatriots and their charge.  He had been offered the opportunity of fucking Bitch-Cunt.  He should have known better.  But, he thought no one could outsmart his self-aggrandized mind.

 

He followed BJK2 to the other women and to Bitch-Cunt.  Madam Purée, BJK2, Rocky, and Mountain were all smiling broadly at him.  He took as a sign of their pleasure they received from seeing his magnificent countenance.  He should have recognized it as the smile of vultures (if they had teeth). 

 

Madam Purée said, “Follow me.”

 

The party began walking with Madam Purée leading the pet by her chain.  They came to a mattress store that had recently closed because of a lack of business.  The man had made an agreement with the owner to use it for one day. 

 

BJK2 took a key and opened the door to the darkened store.  They went to the back and found a king-sized mattress set in a beautiful contemporary bed frame.  Mountain told Bitch-Cunt to strip and lay in the middle of the bed, holding her legs as far back as possible.

 

Bitch-Cunt complied, using her hands to pull her legs almost up to her head.  Her pussy glistened.  Her nipples were erect.  The lead chain attached to the connecting tit chain drifted off to the side of her body.  She was ready.

 

And, the man was ready also.  A bulge in his crotch was stretching his cheap suit to a measure that it had not been fitted for.  Without instruction, he stripped immediately.  And, he proved to be a horny, dumb male – similar to so many.  He left on his socks! 

 

BJK2 spoke in a voice that was calm and cool, “Please sir, remove your socks.”

 

The gentleness of her voice lulled him into thinking he was in control.  He didn’t take off his socks.  It was a serious mistake on his part.

 

Without further adieu, he leaped on to Bitch-Cunt in one mighty hop.  His dick that was quite firm and it found its target immediately and plunged into the mother lode.  He was a bit shocked at the ease of its entrance.  He, like many men, thought his tool was a massive force.  It wasn’t.  Bitch-Cunt had accommodated much larger tools.  In fact, she barely felt it go in.

 

He began humping her.  The four women spectators cooed and ah’ed as though this were the mightiest fuck they had ever seen.  This spurred him on to even mightier humps.  Well, his dick wasn’t doing a hell of a lot for his “victim” but his pubic bone was striking her clitoris quite forcibly and was bringing her to fruition quite quickly.

 

She came with a groan.  This aroused him even more and he spewed his load into her snatch.  He collapsed on top of her, resting on her billowy breasts.  He felt proud.  Unknown to him, Bitch-Cunt had a “so what” look on her face.  It was not a memorable fuck for her although she had appreciated the climax she had been given.

 

The man felt a hand reach between his legs.  At first he had thought the hand was going to fondle his balls.  But the hand kept reaching downward until it grasped Bitch-Cunt’s butt plug.  The plug was withdrawn, surprisingly, with somewhat of a tender touch.

 

The next motion was not tender.  With a mighty thrust, Madam Purée plunged the plug into the man’s ass hole.  He shrieked like a herd of hyenas.  He felt three other sets of hands hold him down and he was unable to move.  He couldn’t believe their strength. 

 

He heard a gruff voice say, “You should have taken off your socks shithead!”

 

Then he felt his pants being pulled up his legs with a brusque motion.  They were finally up around his waist.  He felt a hand grasp the head of the butt plug that lay beneath the seat of his pants.  Then he heard a cutting sound.  A hole was being cut in the seat of his pants to expose the red-jeweled head of the plug.

 

This was horrible!  His ass hole hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.  And, his best suit had been destroyed!  Suddenly he was not so important.

 

As the hands lifted him to his feet, his limp, wet dick was hanging out over the still-open fly.  The zipper rubbed harshly on the tender skin of his tool. 

 

Madam Purée spoke, “Put your puny dick away you no good piece of shit.”

 

As he reluctantly took hold of his wet package he cried, “Please don’t hurt me.  I’m just a shoe salesman from Iowa.”

 

All five women laughed.  Even Bitch-Cunt was chuckling.

 

“You pathetic shit,” said Mountain, “you’ve really got so many strikes against you that you have nothing to be so arrogant about.”

 

“I know, I know, I know,” he repeated. “Please don’t hurt me.”

 

BJK2 piped up, “Put on your shirt you worthless piece of shit.  Don’t button it.”

 

He put it on.  He zipped up his fly and fastened the button above the zipper.  Tears were flooding his cheeks.  Snot was running down into his mouth. 

 

He whined, “Please don’t hurt me.”

 

Rocky assured him, “We’re not going to hurt you.  We’re going to display you.  We want everyone to see the jewelry we have bestowed upon you.”

 

Mountain took the chain that had been used to lead Bitch-Cunt and snapped it on to one of the front loops on his pants. 

 

She instructed him, “Follow me ass hole!”

 

“No, no, no, please no,” he begged.

 

Then, Madam Purée struck him in the solar plexus, bending him double.

 

“Do you want more?  Straighten up ass hole.”

 

He straightened up somewhat and spoke sadly, “Can I put on my shoes?”

 

“You stupid fuck.  This is all you get. The rest is going to charity.  Don’t be so willing to fuck a stranger next time.  You really should have taken off your socks.”

 

He felt something being scrawled on the back of his shirt – pressing against his sweaty back.  Unbeknownst to him the message said, “I promise to take off my socks the next time I fuck.”

 

Then, Mountain pulled on his lead and he followed reluctantly.  Madam Purée and Rocky walked on each side of him.  BJK2 walked behind.  They were quite an ensemble.

 

Madam Purée spoke, “We’re going to walk around the Mall thirteen times.  This is really your unlucky day.  After thirteen rounds you are going to the Food Court where you will sit alone for one hour.  We will be watching you.  Then, you can do as you please.”

 

Tears were now rolling down his face continuously.  His shoulders were slumped.  He was no longer arrogant or in charge of the world.

 

BJK2 spoke from behind, “Shake your ass stupid.  I want to see your jewelry shimmer.”

 

Well, he tried to shake his ass.  But, like most white men, it simply wasn’t his strong suit to shake his ass.

 

Bitch-Cunt watched with amusement as the party exited through the door and began their trek.  Then, his voice came through her earpiece.

 

“Come back to the car.  We’re going home.”

 

She was happy.  She was going home.  “Home” was now a place of security.  There she would administer to other’s needs which in turn would administer to her need to satisfy.  She had passed this test with flying colors.  She could promenade in front of strangers with no reservations whatsoever.  Day 11 had ended.

The Resurrection of Linda



Chapter 12 The Last of the Nayamicans (Day 12)


Upon arrival at her home at the end of day 11, unbeknownst to her, Bitch-Cunt had been given a sedative.  She had slept for eleven straight hours the sleep of the innocent.  Only, she wasnt so innocent anymore.


She awoke in pain and in an unfamiliar position.  She was laying face down on some sort of padded table or platform.  She had a tremendous headache from the sedative but this seemed to be the least of her problems.  Her legs had been spread wide, almost perpendicular to her torso.  Hell, she had never had her legs spread this widely when she was a somewhat flexible teenager!


Her legs were secured firmly as were her arms which were also perpendicular to her body.  And, the tendons in her legs were sending really bad pain messages to her brain.  But this pain was also not the biggest worry she had. 


Her tits hurt.  Apparently there were holes in the table upon which she lay, and her tits were hanging freely through these holes.  Some sort of vacuum devices had been attached to her nipples and it felt as though her nipples were about to be sucked from her breasts.  Thankfully, her nipple rings had been removed prior to the attachment of this apparatus.  But, her nipples were telling her brain that they didnt like this insult that was being applied to them.  And yet still, this was not the primary pain that she had to worry about.


A mechanical device protruded from the table up into her pussy.  It was long, hard, and completely unrelenting.  Not only was it vibrating at an unbelievable speed, deep in her cunt but it was also swishing back and forth trying to even move her entire hip area from side to side.  Because of the manner in which her legs and her snow white thighs were secured, her hips could not move from side to side.  Thus, her pussy had to accommodate this side to side motion as well as the vibrating motion.  To put it simply, her pussy was in pain.  But, this pain was still not her primary concern.


Her head was completely face down and her face looked clear through the table as her head rested on a ring support that was similar to that which massage therapists commonly used.  A nozzle was clamped in her mouth and secured by elastic bindings that went all the way around her head.  Attached to the nozzle was a hose.  Attached to the hose was a pump.  A huge tank of a white substance was sitting on top of the pump.  The pump was cycling every 30 seconds and pumping a huge load of the white mixture in to her mouth.  Her mouth was sealed around the nozzle and she had only one choice.  She had to swallow.  Swallowing upwards like this was no picnic.  She knew the substance was cum.  But, it had a thicker, rougher texture than any cum she had swallowed thus far.  Unbeknownst to her, it was bull cum.


Now it seems that there was a beef breeding farm in central Wisconsin.  They were known far and wide for being able to provide ultra-high quality bull semen for artificial insemination.  They were constantly testing their product to determine its quality.  On rare occasion they came across a load whose semen was simply too inactive to use for breeding.  It just wouldnt take.  It would be like firing blanks.  However, it still had the same texture, taste, and repulsiveness (when swallowed) of the active stuff.  They accumulated these over a period of time and they were always pleasantly surprised when the man called them for a supply. 


They had no idea what he used it for but they didnt ask questions either.  Other than him, there simply was no market for inactive bull semen.  But, for the purposes of the man, this product was superb. And this was what was being pumped into Bitch-Cunts mouth and, ultimately, this was what was now residing in her stomach.


Bitch-Cunts entire mouth, tongue, and throat were raw.  Her jaw muscles were sore.  Her stomach was rolling as it became filled with this unpleasant substance.  She would have given anything for relief, but not from the pain of swallowing bull cum.  She had another, deeper problem.


Someone was ravaging her asshole!  Oh sure, she had accommodated many traumas in her ass hole but none such as this.  Whoever, this bastard was, he was an animal!  No, he was a machine!  No, he was a hybrid.  He was part machine and part human.  The human part was huge.  She felt as though she was going to surely be split in twain.  His girth was surely the gift of the devil.  But, in addition to girth, he had depth.  His dick was deeper in her ass than anything had been thus far.  Her ass pain was superceding the pain in her thighs, tits, cunt, mouth, and head. 


The machine part of him was his endurance and consistency.  He was fucking her at a cycle of a consistent sixty plunges per minute.  His timing was as accurate as a metronome.  He seemed to be a perpetual motion machine.  He had been fucking her ass now for a solid hour.  He never even seemed to hint at slowing down or coming. 


His tool had been well-lubed when it was first inserted.  Now, after an hour of solid fucking, the lube seemed to have gone somewhere else.  Evaporated perhaps?  Not likely.  It had simply been gradually pushed beyond the full depth of his dick into her inner bowels.


As the absence of lube increased, the harsh rubbing was taking its toll on the tender linings of her ass.  It did not seem to affect his dick.  His dick felt as though it was sheathed in one huge callous. 


She could feel his breath on the back of her neck and he did not seem to be even breathing hard.  She could feel his balls bouncing off of the edge of her pussy.  Her pussy was gradually beginning to complain even about this never-ending pounding.


As the object in her pussy swished back and forth while vibrating, and as her ass hole tried to accept the up and down drilling motion of the super-dick, her insides were being required to move in opposing directions that they simply werent designed to do.  Her loins were leaping in anger and telling her to cut this shit out.  She would have if she could have but, alas, she could not.  She had to learn to deal with this trauma.  It was a steep, a very steep learning curve!


As an aside, she was also being forced to hold up a tremendous weight.  The man attached to the dick was heavy.  He weighed twenty stone (approximately 280 lb.) but twenty stone sounds mightier.  She was having trouble breathing during those times when he deigned not to support himself on his thick arms and put his weight on her back. 


Actually her protagonist was not resting when he put his weight on her back.  He simply wanted to add one more physical stress level to her body.  He liked to see how much physical trauma his subjects could endure before crying for relief.  Bitch-Cunt was holding up well.


The man fucking her in the ass with such a mighty weapon was a Nayamican Priest from the deepest part of the Amazon jungle.  Being such a priest did not do much for his personal wealth.  Yet he was quite wealthy.  His well-earned named was Plentius Maximus.  He was called Max for short.  He earned his wealth by selling his weapon of massive destruction to heathens who had need of such a formidable force. 


The Nayamicans were an ancient civilization dating back at least a thousand years.  They were known for their remarkable engineering, landscaping, and strong fucking abilities.  The men were accomplished in all of these things.  The women were known for breeding and for being sacrificed.  Theirs was a hard lot.  All of the Nayamican were pure bred.  They were not allowed to breed other races.  The men could fuck other races, provided they only fucked them in the ass or mouth.  This they did aplenty!


As modern civilization encroached upon their territory, they gradually died out.  Max was, in fact, the last of the Nayamicans.  That is why he now rented out his tool to corn hole either sex.  He was not allowed to fuck vaginas.


By the time he had gone through puberty, he had a deep, deep knowledge about how to both please and abuse a woman.  Furthermore, his dick had been first pampered until it reached its present day size.  Then, it had been worked over to the point that it was as callused as the foot of a Flamenco dancer.  The women who were enslaved by him spent hours giving him what seemed like endless hand jobs.  Now their hands were also quite callused and rough.  As they worked through his tears they actually built up the skin of his dick until it looked like a rough hewn fence post.  As dicks went, his was especially unattractive.  But, and this is a big but, it could fuck better and deeper and wider than any other human dick on earth.  He was a stud!


His current employer, the man, was watching the current action from less than six feet away.  The man was laying back in a recliner, naked of course.  He was lazily stroking his dick as he watched the attack on his subject.  As he jacked off, BJK2 was kneeling between his legs, licking his hairy balls.  She really liked anything that involved fuzzy balls or, better yet, hairy balls.  She was grateful for this opportunity to feel his nuts squirming under the attention of her tongue.  Saliva was running freely from the corners of her mouth and matting down the hair on his scrotum.


BJK2 had been distracted at first when she saw the priests tool.  She had never seen such a huge pecker.  And, truth be told, she would never see such a weapon again.  She was grateful when it was buried in Bitch-Cunts ass so she could concentrate on her assigned task of licking the mans balls.  Now she could focus and focus she did!


Meanwhile, the man could not achieve a complete erection because he was now distracted by the devastation being reined down on Bitch-Cunts person.  It was a sight!


Tears were flooding from her eyes.  She was coughing but still swallowing the bull cum.  Sweat glistened all over her body.  Despite all of this discomfort, she was being aroused.  Her neck and chest were as red as the reddest red that had ever shown crimson.  She was starting to hump in reverse although limited because of her bindings and her unusual configuration.


Now she was actually sucking cum from the nozzle in her mouth.  She was trying to urge on the pump.  And her nipples were erect beyond belief.  They looked as though they were trying to give milk although there was absolutely no milk to be given from those huge teats.  Juices were flowing freely from her pussy.  Her ass hole, though stretched beyond belief, was begging for more. 


The priest had no more to give but what he gave was monumental.  He could come whenever he deigned to come.  For now, he was not inclined to do so.  He simply kept abusing her seemingly shredded but inviting butt hole. 


The priest had known many women.  And, he had known a few men although he was not keen on that direction.  However, their women had hired him, he had charged them double, and he had delivered the goods much to the mens chagrin as they waddled away afterward with their no-longer-virgin asses.  But thats another story.


Of all the asses he had fucked, none other seemed to come up to the task in the manner that Bitch-Cunt had done.  She was a find!  The priest contemplated taking her as his number one woman.  But, he knew that Caucasian women didnt do well in the rugged terrain of his home.  He quickly discarded that notion.  He kept on sawing away at her gaping ass.  It was no longer tight around his huge tool.  He began feeling as though he had fallen in to a well!


Surprisingly, Bitch-Cunt was becoming more and more aroused.  She actually began feeling enjoyment through the myriads of pain that were being imposed upon her body.  Although secured firmly, a slight action could be seen in her hips.  She was responding to the mechanical device in her pussy.  She was responding to the horrible human device in her ass. 


Her ass continued to gape more and more open.  The outer surface of her ass hole was actually folding over to form shapes that almost duplicated pussy lips.  These tissues that had normally been hidden to the world were now exposed to fresh air and they were tingling.  For Bitch-Cunt, it was good.


Now the priest could normally control his orgasms at will.  He never came until he decided to come.  But, despite the fact that he had probably fucked a couple of thousand asses, he was seeing something he had never seen.  In a series of overhead mirrors, he was seeing pink parts of her ass hole lying open around his craggy dick.  When he would be on an outward stroke, it almost looked like a flower unfolding in the morning sun.  He could feel his balls churning and revolting against his usual inner control.  He was going to blow!


God, did he blow.  With a fierce scream he buried his pulsating dick to the very hilt in her trembling ass hole.  His scream had no end.  Both the man and Bitch-Cunt were startled and his animalistic cry.  Then, Bitch-Cunt felt it.


It was as though a fire hose had been injected in to her bowels and turned on full force.  Only those who had felt the deep impact of his tool could understand what Bitch-Cunt was experiencing.  She honestly felt that if she werent pinned to the table, she would have shot into the air like a projectile on the end of a water cannon. 


Her innards were revolting.  Were it not for the bull semen delivering nozzle in her mouth, she would have let loose with a scream that would have superceded what the priest was doing.  And, his cum seemed to have no end.  Now the conventional wisdom has always been that the average mans load of cum could be measured with a teaspoon.  The priest was neither conventional nor average.  His could seemingly be measured by the cupful.  At least thats what it felt like deep in Bitch-Cunts ass.


She felt as though she was receiving a full enema.  She could feel the spunk filling her up.  She could feel it sloshing around inside of her.  As the vibrating, mechanical dick used her other hole, it felt like a Mixmaster that was stirring a strange concoction even through the thin lining that separated her front hole from her rear hole.  Had she not still been swallowing bovine cum and had she not felt like her tits were being sucked inside out, she would have devoted more attention to what was taking place in her ass.  This entire package was taking multi-tasking to a whole new level!


Max fell forward onto Bitch-Cunts body and let his full weight rest on her.  Now she felt like a mountain was lying on her body.  With the necessity of breathing only through her nose, she was finding that she was simply not able to get sufficient oxygen into her lungs.  She was being smothered!


But, luck was with her.  The man was getting bored with the whole scenario.  He told BJK2 to stop licking his balls and to take his fully erect tool into her mouth.  She did just in time.  He came fully into her mouth and she swallowed it with gusto.  As his dick became flaccid, still within her mouth, she licked his piss slit clean making it devoid of any remnants of his cum.


He reached up with his right foot, placed it on BJK2s forehead, and pushed her sprawling across the room.  She had a puzzled look on her face.  Then he told her to disconnect the vacuum nozzles from Bitch-Cunts tits and to shut off the pump that was pushing bull cum into Bitch-Cunts mouth.  BJK2 then removed the face mask from the subjects face.


As all of this was taking place, the man told Max to get off of the recipient of his essence.  Max did, and as he did, cum could be seen trying to escape Bitch-Cunts ass hole.  It was milky with a brownish tint to it.


Max stood up and his flaccid dick (which was still incredibly long) hung only slightly down, easily displaying its ability to rise and go again.  BJK2 was smitten.  She stared at his tool as though it was Mt. Everest, and, in a way it was.  It was surely the biggest in the world!


Then, two people BJK2 and the man made grievous errors.  The first was by BJK2.  She asked Max if he would fuck her.  This was a terrible breach of protocol in this room and the man was offended.  He was the only one who decided where dicks went in this room.  Max was simply a contract employee.


Despite the mans nakedness, he moved quickly with ease and grace.  He crossed the distance that separated him from BJK2 and his right open hand struck BJK2 squarely in the face, knocking her ass over end.


This was a serious breach of protocol on the mans part.  Madam Purée had been watching through the one-way mirror.  No one absolutely no one disciplined BJK2 without Madam Purées permission.  And, she rarely gave such permission.  BJK2 was hers!


Seemingly out of nowhere, Madam Purée was through the door and on to the man.  With one hand she pinned him by the neck against the wall.  With the other hand, she grasped his balls and pulled on them further then they wanted to be pulled.  She could now either kill him or castrate him.  To him, it was a distinction without a difference.  He was afraid sorely afraid. 


Madam Purée was also in a quandary.  She had no qualms about killing or castrating.  But, she liked the man at least as much as she could like any man.  But, she had to maintain her superiority over BJK2.  If BJK2 thought that anyone else had permission to discipline her, then Madam Purée was not her owner and heroine. 


Max was also a bit disturbed.  He had only collected half of his fee upfront.  If the man was killed, Max would no doubt forfeit the balance of his fee.


Only two people in the room were not concerned BJK2 and Bitch-Cunt.  They were simply curious as to how all of this would play out.  Oddly enough, these two became the solution.


BJK2 spoke, “Look,” she said, “This is going to do no one any good.  Lets compromise.  Bitch-Cunt and I will suck Maxs dick.  The man can make a choice to either eat Madam Purées ass hole or get fucked in the ass by her and her strap-on.  Also, whichever he chooses will be done in private with no one watching.  Everyone can go away with something.”


Max found this satisfactory.  Madam Purée found this satisfactory.  The man was not too happy.  He was to give up something that he had never given up either his ass hole or the indignity of licking a cunts ass hole against his will.  But it was a choice his life, his balls, or the virginity of his ass or tongue.  The first two options were definitely not temporary, so . . .  To no ones surprise, he picked door number three the ass hole option.


All in all, Max was bemused by the entire situation.  He loved it when Caucasians were in conflict with one another.  Also, he was a bit turned on by Madam Purée.  She was different from any other female that he had seen.  It was his belief that women should be subservient.  It was his belief that women were used only for fucking and enjoyment his enjoyment.  Here was a bitch who was not only holding her own with this man, she was intimidating him.  It was a new experience for Max. But, he put aside these thoughts and realized he had to get up for the task at hand.


Maxs huge, calloused dick was immediately at full mast.  It stuck straight out from his body like a huge flag pole.  And, it was waving in the air.  BJK2 released the bindings from Bitch-Cunts limbs.  She was incredibly stiff.  Her joints did not want to straighten out.  Nonetheless, gradually, she was able to sit erect. 


BJK2 was impatient.  She wanted to taste this massive tool.  She reached out with both hands and twisted Bitch-Cunts still-erect nipples.  Although erect, they were terribly tender.  Bitch-Cunt kept some discipline as she withheld any vocal noises.  But, her face showed it all.  It hurt!


BJK2 and Bitch-Cunt knelt down on each side of the massive dick.  It was still ugly!  There was no way that either of them would get any portion of that thing fully in their mouths.


BJK2 spoke a solution, “Treat it like an ear of corn.  Ill start at the end and work my way in.  You start at the base and work your way out.”


It was a good solution.  They fell to their tasks.  Now an ordinary mans tool would have bent in a zig zag configuration at these two forces acting opposite each other and opposite ends.  His held steady.  It was a rock.


In the meantime, the man and Madam Purée departed the room and went to some private place.  As they walked, the man pondered his decision.


As BJK2 and Bitch-Cunt licked the dick and played with other parts of Maxs body, puddles were forming beneath their kneeling bodies.  BJK2 was inclined toward women but she was not above being turned on by a good, healthy dick.  And this one was certainly that.  Her pussy was leaking leaking, in fact, in huge cascades of pussy juice.  The floor beneath her cunt was experience a huge puddle beneath BJK2s athletic body.


Meanwhile, Bitch-Cunts body was presenting twin puddles.  Her ass hole, still gaping wide open, was leaking furiously with a combination of Maxs cum and a brownish contribution created by the inner recesses of her bowels.  And, not to be outdone, her pussy was sopping wet.  She was turned on!  This was a hell of a dick! 


Also, as the two women on opposite sides of the tool, worked their ways along from opposite directions, their eyes were constantly opposite each other, boring into the others soul.  That too was a turn-on for each of them.  A turn-on brought about by looking into fully dilated, aroused eyeballs only a couple of inches from one another.


Finally, suddenly with renewed vigor Max came.  God did he come.  Of its own volition, his dick sprung upward toward the ceiling, tearing itself from the lips of the two women who were servicing him.  A huge spout of pure white cum sprang straight up into the air until finally it could no longer defy gravity.  Then, it returned downward in one solid hunk of man juice.  As it came level to the lips of the two women, their lips came together simultaneously to capture the precious fluid between their puckered lips.  Together they worked, until the juice was completely gone never to be known which bitch captured the bulk of it.


In the meantime, the man and his better returned to the room.  Both were stoic and did not betray at all what had taken place between them while they were gone.


The man took a huge dildo from somewhere, told Bitch-Cunt to bend over as he slammed it into her gaping ass hole.  It fit snugly.  It was to remain there for the remainder of the day, forcing her back hole to get used to the idea of being wide open.



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