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.