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Pussy Whipped Wimp

Chapter 8

                       Pussy Whipped Wimp - Chapter 8




       My booth mate was a huge black man with a scar on his cheek and a murderous look on his face. When he sat down, I was squeezed against the wall of the small booth. He dropped in a number of coins and the screen flickered into life. Soon a nondescript white woman with big sagging tits and wearing only a garter belt was being brutalized by half a dozen blacks with huge cocks. First she sucked each one to hardness while the others pawed her tits and stuck fingers into every hole she had. They picked her up and sank her onto the cock of one of them as he lay beneath her. It dawned on me that it had just split her asshole wide open, but she seemed to hardly notice it. That brought a curse from my companion who urged his brothers to stick it into that bitch until she bled to death. I knew at that point that I was in dire straits.




       Soon the white woman was buried under an avalanche of black cocks and fists as they took out their rage on her helpless body. The camera zoomed in to show her face as first one big fist and then another smashed into it, flattening her nose and splitting her thick lips. Then hands began twisting and yanking on her tits as if they were trying to rip  them from her chest. Her voice was drowned out by the screams and angry shouts of the ones who couldn't get to her. Now the camera panned back as they threw her onto her belly and took turns sodomizing her, while others jammed their cocks into her mouth and even her ears. Someone else started punching her in the back, each blow making her body bounce up from the floor as if she was trying to escape into the air.




       It was then that my companion grabbed for my crotch and found nothing, my testicles and penis being taped up to the region between my anus and where my genitals would normally be located. He mumbled something that I could not make out and then the screen went dark, infuriating him. He fed the meter more coins and once the movie continued he settled back and was relatively quiet as the white woman was raped over and over in all her holes.




       She vomited all over the cock lodged in her throat and then passed out. Someone kicked her squarely in the crotch, splitting her swollen cunt lips apart. Another black man closed his hands around her throat and began squeezing the life out of her. Her eyes bulged and her tongue lolled from the side of her mouth like a dog. Another fist blackened one eye and another blow made her spit out a broken tooth. Now two of them were fighting for the opportunity to permanently ruin her rectum. Try as they did, they could not get both of those thick cocks into her asshole at the same time. One finally pulled away and his rival shouted and plunged his dick deep into her spasming asshole in one quick lunge.




       Suddenly my "date" threw me to the floor and ordered me to suck his cock, which he pulled from his trousers. The light from the screen was sufficient to show me that it wasn't hard yet. I began to wonder just how large it might grow,and whether I could handle something of the size that those men in the movie were  displaying. My only consolation was not having to watch the brutal business taking place on that screen. I concentrated on getting his cock hard; I'd had plenty of practice during my honeymoon of sorts. I could feel his organ growing in my mouth and that encouraged me to more aggressive behavior, sucking and smooching the length of meat that was hardening rapidly.




       It took me some time to realize that his penis was average in both length and girth, which terrified me. What would he do to me if he thought I was insulting the size of his penis? I redoubled my efforts, slobbering and moaning over his cock, constantly licking and kissing it up and down the shaft, pausing at the bulbous head  to give it one tongue swirl after another. Now he began thrusting his groin and that cock of his began to move into my gullet. I welcomed it, hoping that he would make me gag. I cheated a bit and managed to make myself choke as his cock poked deeper into my throat.




       He was now holding me by my ears and twisting them cruelly as he shouted at the screen for his fellow blacks to finish the job of destroying that helpless white trash who deserved every bit of pain and suffering they could dish out. I became so confident that my blowjob was going to be successful that I was caught off guard. He jammed my head against his groin and I vomited all over the length of his penis. The next thing I knew he was cursing and then I caught a glancing blow to the side of the head. I tried to roll away from him, but there was no room in the small  booth for me to maneuver. You talk about being saved by the bell. The buzzer in the booth went off and the screen died. Seconds later a heavy hand began pounding on the door, alerting the customer that he had ten seconds to leave the booth or face arrest.




       My next customer was a slim youth probably just turned twenty-one and taking a little joy ride with me at my expense. As soon as the screen showed the gang of naked men taking turns sodomizing a youth who was roped securely over a barrel, I knew enough to guess what was in store for me from my new booth partner. My only question was whether he planned to have me perform fellatio on him or vice-versa. In the vice-versa case he was in for a rude shock. Between the light from the screen and my dilated pupils, I was able to glance over and observe that he had unzipped his trousers and pulled out a fairly long, but not very thick penis. He began stroking it, his eyes focused on the activity taking place. Another large cock was being forced deep into the youth's asshole while a second assailant had taken a position on the other side of the barrel that allowed him to feed his long, thick meat down the helpless boy's throat. As the sound of the youth gagging and drooling from the cock sawing away inside his throat grew louder, mycompanion's stroking increased as well.




       For the first time he spoke, ordering me to kneel before him and suck his cock as he jacked it in and out of my mouth. He gave me specific instructions on how to suck and lick his member, and I obeyed his every wish. I was taken by surprise when he leaned forward and had me tilt my head back. He kissed me with a passion that I'd never felt from any woman and his tongue prowled the insides of my mouth. We broke for air and I resumed licking the length of his stiff cock and giving it little kisses on the head along with my tongue swirl trick that I had grown quite proud of these days.




       The screen went dark, but he was too occupied with getting off to feed the meter. Then he erupted and showered my face with his salty, sticky sperm. Still not finished, he leaned forward and began licking it from my cheeks and the corners of my eyes. Then he had me open my mouth so he could transfer it. I was instructed to swish it around and not to swallow until he told me. Then he added some coins to the meter and the movie continued, now with the youth retied so his penis, which was massive, could be sucked and jacked by the men involved in this gangbang. This section of the movie seemed to excite him and he began stroking his penis once more. It was an amazing sight to watch how rapidly it hardened.




       Then I was on my knees again and it was deep down my throat as I gagged on the residue from the first ejaculation that he still had refused to allow me to swallow. He came quickly and it was an enormous amount considering it was only a few minutes since he had previously discharged. I disposed of it with measured swallows as he laughed and slapped his limber length of gristle across my face over and over as the movie came to a climax with the youth delivering a shower of cum into the air as his captors warned him that they were just getting started and he had a long way to go before they finished with him. My companion groaned and stuffed his flaccid sex organ into his trousers just as the buzzer sounded.




       As soon as he walked in and dumped a handful of coins into the slot, I knew I was in for a wild ride. He had taken a good look at me before entering our little love nest, and his eyes lit up, not a good sign for me. Another gay film began to unroll on the flickering screen. This time there were two men stark naked and lying on their sides, mouths fixed to sex organs, cheeks hollowing as they applied pressure to their partners' organs trying to extract the churning sperm from their bloated testicles. He quickly unzipped and out flopped his flaccid prong. He grabbed me by the nape and forced me to go down on it as he began thrusting his groin upward to  enhance the effect of my suctioning mouth and flickering tongue. My automatic response troubled me somewhat. Was this some kind of admission that I was not what I thought myself to be? I dismissed this idea as the product of the stressful existence I had been living since the start of my nightmarish honeymoon.




       He hardened quickly and I thought that I had perhaps misjudged him. Then he pulled out and bade me sit on his lap so he could check me out. That was when I knew that times were going to become very challenging and very quickly at that. I settled down onto his lap and felt his stiff member probing at my bottom, seeking entry. His hands closed round my pseudo breasts and began squeezing those nubbins until I gasped in pain. Then he laughed and put my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and twisted them cruelly until I screamed. "That will never do" he said, obviously talking to himself. Quickly he pulled out a handkerchief and stuffed it into my mouth and warned me not to try to spit it out. To emphasize his warning he made me scream into the gag by once more twisting my sensitive, swollen, throbbing nipples.




       He shifted his body so his hands could get beneath my cheeks and cup them securely. When he began raising them, I knew what was to come next, and he did not disappoint me. His penis made contact with my panties and he chuckled. With one quick motion he tore the fragile underwear away from my buttocks and now established his beachhead on my bare flesh, more accurately that winking eye hidden between my goose-fleshed cheeks. The head of his penis wormed between my quivering hams and found the entryway he sought. "No noise or it will go hard on you!" he whispered, just prior to sodomizing me. Without any form of lubricant it was a tough battle to breach my tight sphincter and a painful one when it finally gave way.




       Inch by agonizing inch he penetrated me as the movie rolled on, the two lovers hardly moving from their tasks. My experience with the group making videos at the motel had prepared me well for what was taking place now. In comparison to the two studs that had brutalized me previously, my current assailant was positively gentle as he worked his prong to the max inside me and then began raising and lowering my body at a gradually increasing pace. I did not expect the type of strength moves he performed as he sodomized me; my body seemed almost weightless as he maneuvered it to exactly the proper angle for maximum penetration. I began obsessing about his lack of any form of protection, but I was too weak to fight him off. Suddenly without warning he began pounding upwards into me with great force and made grunting sounds as he reamed me out thoroughly. The pain was rather intense and when he withdrew I felt an even sharper stab radiating from my well stretched rectal area. I had no idea how the movie he selected concluded; I was too busy wimpering and taking inventory of my raped colon and the surrounding area.




       I lost track of how many times the door to the booth opened, bringing someone new to torment me. I do remember that the movie selections were skewed towards gay films, especially ones featuring lots of violence as the victim was usually bound securely and when he wasn't being sodomized, jacked off or forced to deep throat their cocks, they would beat  him mercilessly with their fists, rubber hoses and in one particularly brutal scene electricity was passed through his genitals repeatedly as he screamed and begged for mercy and was denied. My anus bled fairly steadily as one after another they took turns wedging their cocks into my bowels and enjoying my struggles and pleadings. Many took advantage of the situation to withdraw from my bleeding anus just before they ejaculated. Then I would have the disgusting task of taking their befouled organs into my mouth and suctioning them until they flooded me with their salty semen. I seemed to have a perpetual salty taste in my mouth, thanks to all the cum I handled and the lack of any liquid  during this entire ordeal.




       At some point I was moved to another booth. I recall the crowd of hard-looking men staring at my half naked body, my makeup smeared all over my face, blood running down the backs of my legs from my bleeding anus and what was left of my baby doll hanging in tatters from my poorly feminized body. The new booth catered strictly to the distaff side, and they were even worse than the other crowd. These were your hardened prostitutes getting off their shifts and taking out their anger at the male race by tormenting me. They too leaned toward gay films featuring terrific violence, not too surprising considering the brutality they endured every day and night as they tried to stay alive in ths jungle. Their favorite treat was to have me kneel between their legs and suck perhaps half a dozen loads of cum from their stinking, well used vaginas. I lost count of the number of times I gagged on the foul tasting loads that might have been aging as long as a few hours in their over-used channels or fuckholes, as some called their moneymakers, another slang expression for their sex organs.




       At long last I tottered from the booth and blinked into the garish light that illuminated the bookstore. Dawn had come and Lil was waiting to take me back to the motel. I wondered what awaited me there. Little did I know that this very day my new bride and her mother would be taking me back to my home and the next phase of my life would begin. Had I been psychic, I might have slashed my wrists rather than endure what happened to me over the many months when I teetered on the brink of death, always to be brought back for more torture and humiliation.




                                                                   (To be continued-rolf palsy)


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