CHAPTER THREE:
Tuck away she was. Over in the corner was a 35gal drum with the words
'DETENTION CELL' stenciled in inch high letters around the drum's sides. Tricia
was grabbed by her ankles and carried over to it. She was dropped headfirst. The
top of her head smacked against the bottom of the drum, which dazed her. Like a
sardine the rest of her was crammed into the drum.
Tricia's head was force to curl around so that her chin was pressed
painfully into her chest and her forehead rested between her breasts that had
flopped downward towards her shoulders.
This put the pressure of her entire body weight on the curved portion of her
neck that was in contact with the bottom of the drum. Her long tapered legs were
bent and shoved into the drum with her until her knees were aguishly jammed into
the under sides of her breasts.
It took a great deal of effort to have her five-foot-five frame squeezed into
the three-foot drum. But when it was finally achieved the drum top was put in
place and secured with a drum clamp plunging Tricia into complete darkness.
Though Roy knew that she was screaming in agony; for she was doing so as he
squished her into the drum, but he couldn't hear a peep from the sealed drum
now. Roy fought to get his giggling back under control as he made his way back
to the upper levels of the Mall.
The jewelry shop clerk thanked Roy as he returned the jewelry that Tricia had
pinched. He said something about Roy being to easy on the little theft when Roy
told him that due to the holiday season he had let her go with a warning and a
promise from her not to do it again.
Roy wandered about his assigned section of the Mall as it closed down. After
the Mall finished closing, he went to the real Security Office to finish up his
daily reports and punched out.
"You seem awfully happy tonight Roy. The holiday sprit finally hit you?"
Asked Roy's watch supervisor Harry Stone.
Roy's smile broadened as he imagined his Fucktoy scrunched in the pitch-black
detention cell. "Yea I got a nice little package waiting for me back at home."
"Tom wanted me to thank you for swapping Christmas with him." Harry stated.
"No problem, a guy should be with his kids on Christmas. Besides I can use
the extra day off this weekend to have some fun with my new gift." Roy replied
giddily.
"Well then I guess I see you Tuesday at 2pm then. I hope you really enjoy
that gift of yours. Its good to see you in such a good mood."
"Oh, I'm sure I will. I'm very sure that I will enjoy it immensely. Bye!"
Tricia was collapsed facedown atop the wide metal desk once again. Half of
her rapist cock was still jammed into her pussy, and it remained as hard as a
rock. Even after cumming for a second time since her release from the cramping
drum he had stuffed her into, hadn't knocked the starch out of his raping prick,
and Tricia whimpered when she felt the long prick shaft throb deep inside her
vagina. She had hoped that emptying his balls for the third time would have
taken the lust out of her rapist, but that wish had turned out to be empty.
"Please take it out!" Tricia groaned, her weight pressing heavily on her
breasts. She hadn't realized how banged around her firm tits had been, while she
was being violently fucked, but they ached now from the savage mashing they had
taken.
"When I'm good and ready," Roy barked and thrust forward shoving his prick
deep inside her pussy, poking it painfully up against the narrow opening of her
womb.
Tricia didn't know what to do. She was still in agony from being crammed into
the drum for over two hours. She had been so happy when the top of the drum was
popped open and she was hauled out of the drum. However her happiness completely
disappeared as she was slammed stomach first back onto the metal desk and her
rapist plunge the entire thirteen inches of cock meat into her already bruised
and swollen pussy-hole and back into her womb adding to her agonizing pain. All
that filled her mind was her desire for her rapist to back his cock out of her
pussy and allow her up off the hard metal desk. But her rapist prick kept her
body nailed to the desk. Tricia yelped as her rapist pushed a finger into her
tight sphincter.
"Anyone, been in here yet?" Her rapist giggled evilly.
Tricia's mind was reeling. His words were like daggers in her chest. They
pierced and almost stopped her heart. The brutal man was talking about fucking
her in the rear, and she knew that her asshole just wasn't big enough. His cock
would tear and rip her guts to pieces, and the fear of it made her howl. Stars
exploded behind her eyes as her rapist smacked the back of her head.
"Quit that caterwauling and answer me!"
Tricia subdued her howling and stuttered, "No, sir. No one has been up my
bottom."
"Bottom? What this crap about a bottom? I want to know if anyone has packed
this steamy poop-chute?"
Tricia groaned her rapist was out to totally debase her. Forcing her to
respond in crude vulgar words.
"No, sir no one has pac..."
Again stars exploded behind Tricia's eyes.
"Bitch I am your Lord and Master. Use it when speaking to me.
"My Lord and Master, no one has packed my steamy poop-chute." Tricia sobbed.
"Good at less there's one hole on your worthless slutty body that virginal.
Get ready for some corn-holing!" Roy gloated, "Ding Kong got all the grease that
it needs!"
Roy used his fingers to spread the tormented woman's ass-crease, revealing
the tiny pucker of her asshole. His prick throbbed and hardened even more within
the tight confines of her twat.
There was a loud sucking pop as he yanked his long thick prick out of her
stretched, cum flooded pussy. He pressed his mushroom shape cock-head against
her shitter. Brutally, he shoved the wrinkled skin of her asshole inside as he
crammed his cock-head through her ass-ring. A crushing pressure gripped his cock
right behind his swollen cock-head, making him gasp with pleasure. It was the
tightest shitter he'd ever fucked his prick into and he was determined to make
it swallow every single inch of his meaty cock.
"AAEEIIIAAARRRRGGGEEE!" Tricia screamed as she felt her asshole ripping
apart. It was just as if she had been speared. Speared by a hot throbbing metal
spike that was going to rip out her guts. She would have never believed that
such pain could exist. It was ten times worse then the three; pussy/womb rapes
she had already endure from this horrible man.
The young woman's cries turned Roy on even more. "What good is it to
corn-hole a shitter," he thought, "if the bitch doesn't scream in pain?"
Roy grunted as he watched all of Dong Kong disappear through his Fucktoy's
tight shit-hole. There was nothing he liked better than corn-holing a young
virgin poop chute, and Tricia's shitter had obviously never been fucked.
Impaling her ass with Dong Kong was even more fun than fucking her pussy.
"Nooo!" Tricia groaned. "It's killing me! It's ripping my guts to pieces! I
can't stand it! Take your cock out of my guts!"
"It's just beginning BITCH!" Roy chirped as he fucked her tight ass with
greater vigor. "By the time you get fucked in the ass a hundred times by Dong
Kong, you'll be able to pop turds out without them touching the walls of your
poop chute!"
The tortured young woman collapsed loosely across the top of the desk. Every
muscle seemed to go limp, battered into submission by the iron hard monstrous
cock raping her ass. Before long, even her ass-ring gave up the fight and
stretched enough to lessen the pain. Then the rapist's cock was gliding in and
out of her tight asshole as, if it had been meant to be fucked.
"Oh shit, this is good corn-holing" He exclaimed as his balls began
tightening between his legs,
He could feel his cum bubbling in his balls, getting ready to blast into the
woman's shit-chute. His prick-shaft swelled even more. Then his spine burned and
his balls gripped, and cum exploded from the end of his prick far up into
Tricia's raped asshole.
Tricia felt the heat of his jism splash into the depths of her shitter, and
it seemed to spread fire through her gut. Horrible pain was mixed with bolts of
some other sensation, and the combination rocked her body and mind. If she had
been making love with her husband's cock up her cunt, she would have sworn she
was starting to climax. But that was clearly impossible, she thought as
pussy-juices ran hot and thick down her legs. She sobbed, then her whole body
was ripped by a violent explosion, which began somewhere down near her pouting
bruised pussy and speared asshole and spread upward to jolt her mind.
Tricia couldn't believe it despite all the agony she was in she had just
climaxed. A powerful soul-rattling climax; never in her young life had she
experienced such a strong climax. It completely shamed her when she realized it
was because of the sodomizing act she had just gone through. Her skin tone
blossomed to a candy-apple-red as gooey spunk drooled out of her stretched and
tattered pussy and ass to splat loudly on the floor beneath her.
Tricia had a slab of hard prick in her mouth. She sucked the cock-head clear
to the back of her mouth. The swollen prick bulged against the opening to her
throat, almost plugging it up. Her velvety tongue was mashed to the bottom of
her mouth, allowing almost a third of the long thick cock to slide beyond her
lips. Although the young captive didn't know it, the prick was just one good
shove from burrowing down into the intense tightness of her throat.
Her eyes were closed. Her nose was full of the smell of blood, cum,
pussy-juice and shit left over on the prick from when Roy had raped her two
bottom holes. Her jaws ached from being stretched wider then they had ever been
stretched before. She wanted to spit the throbbing thing out of her mouth, but
after several powerful raps to the sides of her head when Roy had first shoved
his pulsing prick into her mouth she decided it would be best to continue to
suck on the massive prick.
Sharon had expected the whole thing to be over now, especially after dumping
his second load of jism into her rear; his fifth counting the three loads that
were dripping out of her tenderize pussy. But instead he had griped about how
messy she had made his prick as he withdrew the hard rod from her burning
rectum.
He had twirled her hair around his hand and yanked her off the desk. After
spinning her around he sat back down in the chair behind the desk. As he sat he
forced her down to her knees then with his free hand he started to slap her face
over and over as he barked. "CLEAN THIS MESS YOU MADE BITCH!" Then he squeezed
her jaws open and inserted the hard thick rod of pulsating flesh into her mouth.
Then he grasped both of Tricia's ears and jerked her head back and forth by them
so that his prick pistoned through her mouth as if it was her twat.
Having never had a man's cock in her mouth before Tricia didn't know what to
do with a mouthful of thick rubbery pulsating prick. So she passively laid upon
the desk letting him piston the thing through her mouth as if it was her vagina.
The raw earthy taste of her own shit that coated her tongue made Tricia choked
and gagged as bile rose up from her stomach.
In trying to get her choking and gagging under control Trish swallowed hard
to force her bile back down into her stomach. Her already stretched lips closed
tightly around the thick shaft filling her mouth forming a perfect airtight seal
creating a vacuum as a result.
"That right BITCH!" Roy moaned with pleasure. "Suck hard on Dong Kong. Suck
on my prick like a goddamn straw!"
Tricia was too frightened to do anything else. His prick was already sliding
back and forth through her well-stuffed mouth devirgining her last hole. So she
did what she was told. She sucked hard on the thing stuffing her mouth as if she
was trying to suck a thick milkshake through a soda straw. As the prick slid
back and forth allowing her tongue to accumulate more and more of her own shit
Tricia fought the urge to vomit as she kept her lips tightly sealed around the
thick sausage like cylinder of hot throbbing meat.
"Oh yea man that's it! Keep it up BITCH!" I groaned in pure ecstasy.
She couldn't believe the staying power of Roy's cock. In the three an a half
years married to her husband It was a major event if his three-inch cock dumped
his load into her pussy twice in one night. The norm was one load per night and
only one strictly strait intercourse session a month. Now she was sucking cock,
waiting for Roy to dump his sixth load, this one in her mouth; which would be
another first for her.
"BITCH! When you clean cock you clean ALL of it." Roy roared as he thrust his
hips forward and yanked Tricia's head forward by her ears. The small opening to
her gullet was breached, and the mushroom cock-head slid down into the gripping
pressure of her throat. The muscles of her neck bulged outward, showing the
progress of the wrist thick fuck-shaft down her throat as the tormented captive
breath was cut off. Her nose was buried in Roy's groin-hair and her chin brushed
against his balls. Every bit of his thirteen-inch prick was buried beyond her
lips, and three quarters of the long thick shaft was down her throat.
Tricia lungs felt like they were on fire as the long thick prick denied her
any chance to exchange air. She struggled mightily to pull her head back so that
the prick would be dislodged from her throat. But Tricia couldn't overpower
Roy's powerful grip. Just as she grew light headed and was on the verge of
passing out Roy pulled her head back by her ears letting his prick slid out of
her throat just enough to allow fresh air to rush into her lungs.
As Tricia sucked in air into her burning lungs the air fluttered around the
mushroom head of Roy's cock sending ripple after ripple of sheer delight to rush
from the tip of his tingling cock to course throughout his muscular body.
Tricia's lungs were still burning when Roy yanked her head forward again. His
long thick prick burrowed back down her throat cutting off her air supply once
again. In and out, out and in slid the monstrous pulsating prick. Tricia spent a
great deal more time with a thick throbbing cock plugging her throat then not.
Wiry cock-hair tickled Tricia's nose, the heavy balls hanging low in their sack
slapped against her chin each time the pistoning prick bottomed out against her
lips. Each time the prick slid back, it stopped just out side her gullet
entrance allowing her to suck in just a wisp of fresh air during the all to
brief time that her throat became unplugged. Though she got enough air into her
to keep her conscious she never did suck in enough air to squish the burning in
her lungs.
Tricia could do nothing but remain kneeling and submit as Roy's monstrous
prick piston back and forth like a locomotive out of control. Over and over she
was deep throated. It was over ten minutes before the long thick deep-throating
prick blossomed even larger, and rippled along its entire length. Then something
slimy and sticky was shooting down her gullet to splash in her stomach. Tricia's
concave tummy bulged out as sperm filled it up.
The now deflated prick slid easily out of Tricia's throat and mouth as Tricia
collapsed to the desk gasping for breath when Roy released his grip on her ears.
While she lay there, soothing the burning in her lung by gasping in huge amounts
of air she watched her rapist through puffy tear swollen eyes.
He retrieved the handcuffs that he had use on her earlier. The cuffs were
snapped around her wrists so that her hands were trapped in front of her. The
cuffs were tightened even tighter then the first time. The unrelenting circlets
of steel sank deeply into her flesh, until their progress was halted by bone.
Already Tricia could see her hand turning color and bloat, as the blood flow to
them was severely restricted.
After standing up right and moving behind his new Fucktoy Roy drew his foot
back. "UP AND AT 'EM! BITCH!" Roy giggled as he kicked her in the ass.
Tricia groggily rolled onto her back and with teary eyes looked up at her
rapist towering over her. "Please no more. Please! Haven't you done enough to
me?" Tricia gurgled as gooey jism worked is way back up Tricia' raw gullet to
drool out of her mouth.
"Not by a long shot BITCH! Your payback is just starting." Roy growled as he
stomped his foot down hard atop her gut.
Roy broke out with sidesplitting laughter, as he watched globs of jism spray
out of her mouth like a water fountain.
"All you've done was flash a little skin and try to fuck me silly. We haven't
even begun the fun and games yet. So get off your lazy ass now BITCH!"
"Dear God, what else could he possibly want to do with me?" Tricia mumbled to
herself as she struggled up off the floor. On her way up her teary eyes locked
onto Roy's groin. Even though it was spent and hung limply over his low hanging
ball sack it was still over twice as long and thick as her husbands fully erect
cock.
She wondered how she ever survived the monstrous prick in is fully erect
state. But she had. Not only once but six times before the starch was knocked
out of it. Every orifice in her body was rubbed raw, stretched and throbbing in
immense pain.
Her young rapist couldn't be human. No man could be hung as he was much less
be able to have such stamina. No he couldn't be human. He was some kind of
demonic beast that was let out of hell to punish her for braking one of God's
commandments.
Once on her feet Tricia shuffled dejectedly upon very wobbly, rubbery legs
followed her rapist. She was surprised when with his pinky finger he easily
removed one of the apparently solid sections of the Security Office back wall.
"An exit!" Tricia mumbled to herself. "There was a way for me to escape. But
escape to where?"
With a broad sweeping motion of his left arm and hand he signaled Tricia to
step through the opening in the wall. She nervously stepped through the opening
with Roy following right behind her.
"Welcome to the Brittany Brook's Memorial Play Room BITCH!"
