The Resurrection of Linda

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 wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 wouldn’t 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 didn’t 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-Cunt’s mouth and, ultimately, this was what was now residing in her stomach.

Bitch-Cunt’s 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 weren’t 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 priest’s 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-Cunt’s ass so she could concentrate on her assigned task of licking the man’s 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-Cunt’s 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 men’s chagrin as they waddled away afterward with their no-longer-virgin asses.  But that’s 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 didn’t 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 weren’t 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 man’s 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 that’s what it felt like deep in Bitch-Cunt’s 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-Cunt’s 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 BJK2’s 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-Cunt’s tits and to shut off the pump that was pushing bull cum into Bitch-Cunt’s mouth.  BJK2 then removed the face mask from the subject’s 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-Cunt’s 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 man’s 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 man’s part.  Madam Purée had been watching through the one-way mirror.  No one – absolutely no one – disciplined BJK2 without Madam Purée’s 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.  Let’s compromise.  Bitch-Cunt and I will suck Max’s dick.  The man can make a choice to either eat Madam Purée’s 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 cunt’s 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 one’s surprise, he picked door number three – the ass hole option.

All in all, Max was bemused by the entire situation.  He loved it when Caucasian’s 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.

Max’s 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-Cunt’s 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-Cunt’s 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.  I’ll 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 man’s 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 Max’s 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 BJK2’s athletic body.

Meanwhile, Bitch-Cunt’s body was presenting twin puddles.  Her ass hole, still gaping wide open, was leaking furiously with a combination of Max’s 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 other’s 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.