Neighborhood Nympho

                               Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 13

       While Charlie's husband was embroiled in a tasting contest featuring various male and female samples, she was being briefed before being debriefed by the group of malcontents awaiting her arrival. The two prime contenders to control her position were giving her last minute instructions on how to deal with the questions that might be posed to her by the group. To the blonde bombshell it was pretty easy to say yes or no, and then move on to say nice things about the corporation. It was even easier when if she didn't understand the question, then the answer always was "no", a loud definite "no"! In those cases where a simple yes or no was not appropriate, she should say that she'd have to get back to them on that one.

       If the group became agitated or extremely impolite to her, Charlie was to remind them that she was here to represent them and their problems to corporate management. If it appeared that they were too upset to continue the session, she was to press the button located on the table in front of her seat. This would alert security personnel, who would enter and deal with the situation.

       Charlie's entrance caused a sensation. She was wearing a white micro-mini dress that was slit to her thigh, the upper portion of her thigh. Fortunately her black thong was so brief that it wasn't revealed, merely silhouetted by the material of her dress. Spilling from the top of this body sheath were the corporation representative's braless breasts. The three female members of the panel were stunned speechless, their eyes glowing green with envy and hatred for this vision of feminine pulchritude. The male members were transfixed and reminded of their failures to attract women of any type, no matter what promises they held out to their targets of opportunity that never did more than laugh at them.

       The blonde had an opportunity to look over her panel while they were checking out her as well. The three women ranged in age from perhaps early twenties to mid fifties. One was painfully thin, almost anorexic. Another was perhaps fifty pounds overweight with slits for eyes due to the bloated condition of her face. The third woman was rather attractive; Charlie was drawn to her as a kindred spirit because of her beauty. Unfortunately she suffered from a hormonal imbalance that not only made her as sex-crazed as Charlie, it also caused her to produce a body odor that sickened anyone within five feet of her. She was seated at the far end of the table, well away from her peers.

       The trio of men had roughly the same age distribution as the females. One was much smaller than the other two, perhaps no more than five feet tall and very slight of build. If he had on the proper makeup he would have almost looked like a doll to the blonde bombshell. Charlie loved dolls, and instantly felt good vibrations when it came to him. The other two were of average height, one balding with a pinched face and old fashioned wire-rimmed eyeglasses, the other a heavily muscled black man with a scar on his cheek, who looked as if he was ready to explode. Charlie had very ambivalent feelings toward him. One thing she was curious about was the size of his cock, since she had heard plenty of stories about how well-hung black men were. She could already feel her thong getting moist.

       At this point the overweight female introduced herself and tossed the first grenade.

       "My name is Elvira Hawkins and I work in accounts receivable, but am segregated from my fellow employees. What are you going to do about this obvious case of gender discrimination? Just because I am an outspoken lesbian is no reason to prevent me from interacting with my peers while I'm not working."

       The rest of the group closed ranks, but kept away from the woman with the hormone condition. Charlie took a deep breath and prepared to give her canned response. To her it appeared as if the entire panel was ready to pounce like a pack of ravenous wolves, not a very comfortable position in which to be. Then the balding man with the rimmed glasses stood up, pointed at her and asked if she was wearing anything under that affront to the sanctity of womanhood. Charlie had not been properly briefed, because she was now facing a Division carbuncle who claimed to be a victim of corporate immorality for his stand on women in the workplace and their attire.

       From there it went straight to hell in a handbasket. There were no more polite questions, just angry statements of fact or fiction depending upon your viewpoint. It became a minature tower of Babel, and Charlie lost all control, if she had any to begin with. She remembered clearly the black man standing up and yelling that he was being pigeon-holed by the machinations of jealous white women despite his PhD in Computer Science. The beautiful but foul-smelling woman claimed that her disability was being used by those superiors jealous of her beauty to prevent her from moving into the Division management training program.

       However the one that stuck in her mind, once she was rescued from the torture chamber by the security people, came from the doll man who innocently asked if she would take off her dress so he could get a better look at her fabulous body. Charlie could never reject any suggestion or request having to do with letting her display that awesome shape.

       The blonde nympho forgot all about pressing the button on the table, as if that would have done anything to help. Someone had either overlooked or was instructed not to wire up the button. However the five inobtrusive monitors located in the ceiling were working fine and providing some great shots of the riot taking place in the main meeting room. Annabelle and Niles, both naked and rather tired from their latest coupling, had taken a break and were being thoroughy entertained by the activities going on in the suite. Niles let out a whistle as Charlie popped from her micro-mini and stood there wearing only a black thong that glistened with her juices. His bed partner went him one matter, shamelessly masturbating as her eyes roamed over every square inch of the blonde bombshell's nearly naked body.

       "When she gets out of the hospital why don't we take turns having her "consult" with our respective Divisions. I'm sure she could do much to enhance management morale and perhaps save us a few dollars on their annual bonuses."

       Annabelle's idea made Niles positively glow and he couldn't resist leaning over and capturing one of her hard nipples in his teeth so he could gently worry it like some small prey he had run to earth. Annabelle continued to strum her clit, sending droplets of cunt juice onto the satin sheets. "When do the security folks take over? That should be a hoot. I can hardly wait to see what the sick six do to that  poor addled airhead. There will be no trouble from them for at least a few months after this little treat. You talk about a win-win situation. They get her, we get each other and the corporation is none the wiser for it all." They both grinned secretly as the two tiny machines, the size of a package of matches, they had separately planted beneath the bed, recorded their every word.

       Charlie had just handed her pussy juice soaked thong to her adoring fan, when the door flew open and half a dozen men in dark glasses armed with handguns entered the room and ordered everyone to hit the floor or be shot. Poor Charlie made the mistake of assuming they had come to rescue her until one of them poked his weapon between her big tits and cocked the trigger. The poor girl lost control of her bladder and pissed all over the man's leg. The next thing she knew her hands were cuffed behind her back and she was bent over the table being manhandled as two of the men searched her body for weapons and contraband such as drugs. The one who got to check her cunt came away with a hand that positively glistened with the blonde's pussy juice, and he had to wipe it off on her ass, which ticked him no end.

       After interrogating the panel, all of whom blamed everything on Charlie, one of them contacted his superior for further instructions. He was told that the team would be replaced by two specialists who would take control of the situation. A few minutes later two gentlemen in corporate issued dark glasses appeared to relieve the strike team. They were now in charge and Charlie was about to be put through the wringer forwards and backwards by the sick six. The two supervisors would run the various machines and facilities that were available for making the blonde bombshell wish she had not let herself be talked into this situation.

       The sextet quickly got their act together and settled on who would do what to Charlie, when, and in which order. This was settled mostly by one of the supervisors cutting cards to end any disputes that arose. A coin flip determined which sex would go first, and the ladies won. The naked blonde was marched to the bedroom and thrown onto the king-sized plus bed that came equipped with all manner of extras as she would soon discover.

       The woman with the hormonal problem was handled rather easily by the two gentlemen in the dark glasses. Her companions agreed to allowing her to begin by sitting on Charlie's face, while the other two divided up the rest of her body for starters. A powerful floor fan was produced that blew the foul smell emanating from the woman away from the others. Thus it was only Charlie who had to deal with the awful stench. The woman wasted no time grinding her cunt into the blonde's face and making sure her tongue hit all the right places.

       Meanwhile the anorexic one was amusing herself by getting her bony fist up into Charlie's twat and moving the length of her canal to finally arrive at the entrance to her baby holding chamber, which was now only occupied by an IUD device. She started slowly, but soon picked up the pace as her small fist punched away at the blonde's cervix, each blow tilting it ever so slightly off kilter, making the possiblity of an accidental pregnancy nearly impossible.

       Elvira Hawkins was doing some very painful things to poor Charlie's mammary glands. Her teeth were leaving deep imprints on the sex-crazed teen's fun bags. Her pudgy fingers pinched and poked at any part of those spectacular mounds that was available. Her mouth repeatedly captured each nipple so that it could be teased and stretched to the point that the helpless prisoner thought she would pull them from her tits. Worst of all, when she got bored, Elvira raked Charlie's tits and ribcage with her jagged fingernails, leaving a trail of broken skin in their wake.

       Charlie had never in her life encountered anything to match the eye watering, nose burning, lip chaping waves of noxious vapors that formed a miasma around this woman's body. Couple that with pussy juice that reminded Charlie of industrial strength soap made predominantly from lye, and you have the challenge that was bringing her closer and closer to passing out. The blonde had tried everything to lessen the stench including burrowing her face into the hairy gash of this lethal lovely.

       Nothing worked and she was beginning to resign herself to her fate, when things got even worse. The woman shifted her body and now Charlie's nose was wedged tightly into the crack between her ass cheeks. When she began to fart, that was all she wrote for the corporate morale building candidate. It took some time for the others to realize that their playmate had passed out, insulting their efforts to punish her for crimes against the downtrodden.

       Elvira was due to take over face-sitting duties, but she was a wily malcontent. She innocently inquired of the two assistants if they were aware of any toys located in the suite. As if by magic they produced a number of strap-on and hand-held dildos, a variety of vibrators ranging from large wheeled creations to the ever popular pocket rockets, motorized massagers that fit the hand, plus clips and clamps designed for every portion of the victim's body.

       To compliment this arsenal were such items as ointments, gels, powders and pastes all aimed at sensitizing, stimulating or irritating the skin and internal parts of a woman's body. There was a mad scramble to get the toy or toys of choice, and naturally Elvira was first in line. She hooked a strap-on dildo nearly a foot in length to her loins that featured a mushroom head and a body covered with knobs and grooves, designed for maximum stimulation of the inner and outer parts of those women who were serious afficionados of mind bending orgasms.

       Charlie was smart enough to understand that she was at Elvira's mercy and the only way out was to do what she said. So when she was told to open her mouth and stick out her tongue, she did. First a clamp was placed on the tip of her tongue, preventing her from pulling it back into her mouth. Then a sharp tasting ointment was rubbed on that extended piece of straining pink flesh. More was slathered on the head of Elvira's dildo before she managed to slip the mushroom head into Charlie's mouth. Then the fun began.

       The fat woman began to saw away inside her victim's mouth, going deeper with each careful stroke. Charlie suddenly realized that the fat woman's intention was to make her deep throat this long knobby piece of hard rubber. At the same time she felt a sharp pain in her pussy and then a burning sensation. From the position that the fan was now facing, it was apparent that the foul-smelling woman was beginning to use still another dildo on the blonde's tight cunt. How Charlie retained her muscle tone was one of those great mysteries. However the combined assault of two dedicated women, each looking to make her life as miserable as possible was a challenge that she might not survive.

       Then she felt another pain as the super skinny one began biting, not nipping or nibbling, but biting her already sore tits. When she followed this up with rubbing one of the gels into the slight wounds she had made, Charlie thought her tits had caught fire. She began a mindless bucking in a frantic effort to rid her body of these harpies that were tearing it asunder. All she got for her troubles was a sore throat as the dildo punched even deeper, and an even sorer pussy as the stinking woman put more muscle behind her thrusts, making her gigantic dildo burrow deeper and deeper into the blonde's weakening fuck tunnel.

       It was a comatose Charlie who was finished off by the trio as they took their final rotation. The skinny one packed her mouth with paste that left its insides and her extended tongue, still clamped cruelly at  the tip, covered with blisters. Elvira replaced her dildo with a large wheeled vibrator that she used to deform and distend the blonde's cunt lips and flatten her clit that had been coated with a chemical that made it swell to twice its size and itch unmercifully. Not to be outdone, the woman working on her big sore fun-bags was seeing how many clips and clamps those big tits could hold, and was rapidly exhausting the supply available.

       Meanwhile the three men were having a little powwow of their own. They were less than enchanted by the condition in which the women were leaving Charlie. "How can I enjoy fucking this white bitch, if she can't feel anything in that dead pussy?" exclaimed the black man. The other two nodded in agreement. Another observed that he already had a blowup doll at home, and he certainly didn't come out here to use one that wasn't custom made to his demanding requirements. It was the one who was still rubbing Charlie's pussy juice soaked thong all over his face who came up with the answer to their problems.

       While the other two had entertained themselves by beating off to what the women were doing to the blonde corporate shill, he was exploring the rest of the suite and discovering all the wonderful machines available to cause pain and suffering. He had checked with one of the gentlemen in dark glasses and had learned that they were available for everyone's use, except Charlie, of course. Also the two assistants were qualified to operate all of these machines and would be delighted to do so. The muscular black man grinned and exclaimed, "You may not look like it, but you the man!" The trio turned to watch the end of the first session with shit-eating grins on their faces. Charlie was about to enter a world of hurt beyond her most intense nightmares.

                               ( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )