Section 3 - The Canadian Connection
Chapter 1 - Snot Nose Versus Hard Nose
Exquisite Lori looked down her elegant nose at the snatch-peddlers as she
coolly sauntered along window-shopping. Yonge Street was the main street of
Toronto and supposedly the longest main street in the world as it ran all the
way up to North Bay without interruption. The longest main street in the world
has ,of course, a generous share of guttersluts and most of them are in the
Toronto part.
Lori, rich from birth and educated abroad in the finest boarding schools,
had nothing but contempt for the vent-renters around her. One of them bumped
into her. She addressed the whore disdainfully.
"Darling, if you could keep your slimy, diseased body to yourself, I would
be most grateful!"
The leather clad flatbacker stared at her viciously and flipped her the
finger.
"Up yours, bitch!"
Lori directed her glance significantly at two police officers standing at
the corner eyeing her and the whore with a policeman's instinct for trouble
brewing. She adopted the tone of smug insolence that comes so easily to those
born with a silver spoon in their smart mouths.
"Nobody likes a filthy garbage can. If you don't keep your hands to
yourself, I'll call the garbage men in blue to remove you. Remember, they're on
my side, not yours!"
The leather bitch curled her lip sullenly as she began to move on.
"You'll get yours, snot face!"
Lori sauntered with studied insoucience to her limousine, feeling that she
had perhaps demeaned herself by even talking to such baggage. The chauffeur
held the door open and Lori slipped inside. She looked out the window as the
limo pulled out into the traffic and saw the leather bitch staring after her
with raw hatred. Vikki grinned insolently and stuck out her tongue. She loved
putting the lower life forms in their place.
She sank smugly, obliviously, into the plush seat as the leather bitch
studied the license plate of the departing limo.
Chapter 2 - Trouble In Snotville
Her expensively shod foot stabbed the gas pedal to the floor. The luxury
sports car roared down the back road, carelessly and arrogantly driven. Her
soft, supple body was dressed superbly in designer clothes. Lori was speeding to
the airport to leave for a very private vacation on a luxury liner leaving from
New York. She was going on a three month cruise unencumbered by wearisome
servants or relatives or anyone but herself. The expensive cruise featured a
delightful assortment of stud meat and Lori was going to help herself
handsomely.
The engine sputtered and died, out of gas. Lori cursed the chauffeur for
neglecting to fill the tank. It never occured to the haughty young beauty to
blame herself for not looking at the gas gauge. She picked up her cell phone to
summon aid. It was dead. She cursed the maid for not putting it in the charger.
It never ocurred to her that keeping the cell phone in her purse denied the maid
access to the cell phone so that she could put it in the charger. A maid caught
sorting through her purse would, of course, be fired instantly. The help
couldn't win with Lori.
Making a mental note to ream out the maid and give the chauffeur hell, she
got out of the sports car and prepared to walk the five miles to the main road.
She pulled her politically incorrect mink stole around her creamy smooth
shoulders and set off.
Ontario, Canada has become a big time haven for biker gangs. The thunder of
motorcycles behind her captured Lori's attention instantly. Before she could
react, they were circling her, popping wheelies and gunning their engines. One
of them ripped away her purse as he roared past. Canada is the second largest
country in the world with a small population. As a consequence, it has lots of
long, lonely roads and this was one of them. Great for undetected speeding. Bad
for breakdowns.
Lori had never before been up close and personal with a motorcycle gang.
With a chill, she recognized the leather bitch that she had insulted the day
before riding behind the biggest, meanest, ugliest bastard she had ever seen.
Toecutter stopped his motorcycle in front of Lori and tossed a question to his
bitch.
"This the one?"
The leather bitch nodded, her hard face a study in cruel delight.
"That's her!"
He spoke directly to Lori, his voice a harsh, satanic croak.
"You insulted my woman, cunt."
Lori licked her lips very nervously indeed. She began apologizing as
earnestly as she knew how. Unfortunately, apologies were not her strong point.
"I'm very sorry, sir! It was a big mistake and I really regret offending
her. It won't ever happen again...er...sir."
Toecutter spat at her feet. He looked her up and down, eye-raping her with
his steel-cutting stare.
"That's not good enough, snotfucker."
Lori swallowed hard.
"What do you want?"
The leather bitch licked Toecutter's ear and whispered into it. He grunted.
"The mink stole, for starters. What sort of shitbrain wears a mink stole for
a walk in the country?"
"You're absolutely right...er...sir!"
Lori handed over her stole. The leather bitch wrapped Lori's stole around
her shoulders.
Lori stood, feeling stupid and deeply vulnerable in her high heels and snug,
strapless dress. The leather bitch licked her glossy red lips, crushed her
breasts against Toecutter's braod aback and whispered her next delightful
suggestion. Toecutter nodded.
Watching Toecutter and his bitch intently, wishing that she could read lips,
lovely Lori never heard the biker who stepped up behind her. He grabbed her
elbows and jerked them together behind her back, forcing her ample chest up and
out. Vikki squirmed fruitlessly in his iron grip. All she succeeded in doing was
jiggling her tits.
The leather bitch dismounted and casually strolled behind Lori. With studied
insolence, she unhooked and slowly unzipped Lori's dress. The bikers hooted and
whistled appreciatively. She stood in front of Lori, looked her straight in the
eye and, in one violent movement, yanked Lori's dress down to her ankles.
Clad only in a half-cup bra, panties and shiny black high heels, Lori was
manhandled into a sidecar. As it roared off with Lori frantically hanging on,
the leather bitch picked up Lori's dress and threw it in the ditch.
Several bikers were busy siphoning gas into Lori's sports car so that it
could be driven to the chop shop and profitably re-cycled.
The leather bitch straddled the bike and snugged up to Toecutter's awesome
bulk, licking him wetly behind the ear. Knowing that Toecutter was much more
vicious when horned up, her fingers skilfully fondled his erection, keeping him
hard and cruel, just the way she liked him. He popped a wheelie. The leather
bitch hung on tight. She moved her hips back and leant forward to better feel
the massive hog vibrating between her legs as they sped away in a thunderous,
clit-shaking fortissimo.
Chapter 3 - The Mud Pit
There are lots of lonely, unsupervised paces in rural Canada. Lori stood
quaking beside the mud pit. The leather bitch made the introductions.
"Hi, snot face. Yesterday, you made some remark about my slimy body. This is
Big Bertha. She likes sliming pretty little girls. You hear of Ghostbusters?
She's a Cuntbuster."
The bikers guffawed loudly. The leather bitch stepped nimbly out of the way.
Big Bertha gave Lori a big, gap-toothed grin. Lori was trapped between her and
the mud pit.
Lori tried to run past Big Bertha. Big Bertha snagged her easily and clamped
a headlock on her. She began backing Lori towards the mud pit.
Lori struggled furiously. Her small fists pummeled Big Bertha's massive bulk
uselessly. She might as well have punched a rock. Slowly, playfully Big Bertha
backed her up to the very edge of the mud pit. Having an eye for the dramatic
moment and mugging for the crowd, she paused. She looked down at Lori's hot,
straining body.
"Let's see you flash your headlights, snot face."
Lori's half cup bra unhooked from the front. Big Bertha reached under,
effortlessly brushed aside Lori's frantically clutching fingers, unhooked the
bra and ripped it off. She released the headlock, spun Lori around and, standing
behind her, got Lori in a full nelson. Lori's big bare tits jiggled wildly for
the crowd. The bikers applauded and hooted enthusiastically.
Bertha began slowly forcing Lori down until she was squatting in her high
heels at the very edge of the mud pit. She released Lori from the full nelson,
wrapped one of her massive mitts in Lori's long flowing hair and clamped her
other massive mitt between Lori's legs.
Gripping the delectable Lori firmly by the hair and crotch, Bertha hoisted
her up and began swinging her out over the mud pit and back again. Lori squealed
and squirmed. All she succeeded in doing was kicking off her high heels. They
disappeared into the ooze. Big Bertha carefully lowered Lori in the mud pit
until she was on all fours in about a foot of mud.
She released Lori's crotch and gripped Lori's head with both hands. Slowly
but surely, she forced Lori's pretty, patrician face towards the mud. Lori
resisted desperately, her dangling breasts quivering with the effort, unwilling
to feel the slime kiss her lips.
Lori's nipples had shrivelled to hard little acorns in the cool outdoors.
Her tight nipples dipped into the mud. Her face was so close to the mud that she
could almost taste it. She could certainly smell it. With the back of Lori's
head firmly clamped in one massive mitt, Big Bertha reached under and began
massaging the cold muck onto Lori's big bare boobs. The bikers sniggered
appreciatively. Frantically, Lori grabbed grabbed at Bertha's fingers gently
milking her shiveringly erect nipple. It was a mistake.
She lost her balance and Bertha shoved her face and trembling tits into the
muck. Big B. wrapped her hand in Lori's hair and pulled her out long enough for
her to take an enchantingly deep breath. She pushed Lori back under.
Lori tensed and strained mightily to get her head out of the mud. Big Bertha
held her under effortlessly with one hand. Her other hand pulled Lori's panties
down her thighs, exposing her bare buttocks and chuff box to an admiring and
very vocal audience.
Everything quivered nicely as Lori felt Big B.'s muddy fingers stroking her
cuntlips and clitorizing her. She felt Big B. fingering her anus and panicked
completely.
Bertha pulled Lori's muck coated head out and allowed her to gasp and choke
and bounce her big boobs prettily for the boys and bitches. She pushed Lori
under again.
With her head under the sludge and her rump in the air, Vikki's most private
parts were completely exposed. Bertha dipped her fuck finger in the mud,
liberally coating it with ooze. She wormed it into Lori's fuck hole. The mud
bubbled around Lori's buried head. The leather bitch laughed long and loud.
Lori's slime-covered face was allowed up once more to sputter, choke and
cough hoarsely. As the cheering bikers watched Lori's jumbo jugs shake and
tremble violently with each deep, shuddering breath, Bertha made an
announcement.
"For my next trick, I need a volunteer from the audience!"
The leather bitch pranced forward, smirking evilly. Big Bertha whispered
into her ear. The leather bitch nodded and laughed wickedly. Lori parted her
lips to say something. Big Bertha plunged her head back into the sludge.
The leather bitch bent over, graped each of Lori's trembling ass cheeks and
prised them apart, exposing her shit hole. Bertha dipped her fuck finger into
the mud. The crowd began applauding sardonically.
Slowly and powerfully, Bertha wormed her fat, slimy digit into Lori's back
passage. The mud burbled violently around Lori's head. Bertha pumped her finger
in and out lewdly. Lori's bare belly worked convulsively and her lunch floated
to the surface.
Once more, Bertha pulled Lori's face from the mud. Once more, Lori's
magnificent super-droopers wobbled wildly as she hacked and sneezed violently.
Big Bertha whispered in the leather bitch's ear. The leather bitch looked at
Lori's mud-caked face and burst out laughing. She went up to Toecutter, who had
been putting away beer in impressive style during the festivities. She whispered
slyly in his ear. Toecutter guffawed loudly and nodded. She announced his
decision.
"Our illustrious leader has agreed to help clean off this slimy cunt's
face."
Toecutter waddled over and unzipped his fly. Bertha held Lori's face in
position as Toecutter directed a strong smelling stream of dark yellow beer piss
over Lori's mud-caked features. The mud dropped off, but Lori didn't seem too
pleased about it. Toecutter made his own announcement.
"Now I'm going to dry off her poor, wet face!"
He dropped his pants, turned around, bent over and directed a powerful
series of rotten beer farts of awesome stench one inch from Lori's delicately
quivering nostrils. With nothing in her roiling guts, Lori retched drily and
painfully.
Big Bertha dragged Lori by the hair out of the mud pit. Lori stood numbly at
the side of the mud pit, her sludge soaked panties down around her dainty
ankles. Big B. Jerked Lori over to Toecutter's bike, forcing her to step out of
her panties, and lashed her wrists to the sissy bar. Big B. addressed her fans.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Bastards and bitches! Pricks and cunts! It's time for
our guest of honour to be pumped full of peckersnot through every available
orifice! She's also going to be instructed in the grand old art of giving head.
You are hereby formally invited to the clubhouse to assist in this haughty,
snotty cunt's education!!"
Toecutter and his bitch climbed aboard and led Lori at a quick trot down the
road to the biker's clubhouse. Lori's big bare boobs bounced and bobbled
delightfully as she trotted in shivering, naked misery down the road, the big
bike blowing exhaust in her flinching, fearful face.
The bikers roared to a halt outside the clubhouse. Big B. spoke to
mud-caked Lori as she untied her.
"Nobody likes a filthy cunt. We're going to clean you off."
Big Bertha got a hose and sprayed a stream of ice cold water over Lori's
goose-pimpled skin. The bikers held her down spread-eagled on the pavement. Bars
of soap, coarse cloths and scrub brushes were produced. Lori's squirming bare
bod was soaped thoughly inside and out. Every square inch of naked flesh was
scrubbed squeaky clean.
The leather bitch took charge of the douching. Lori bawled like a baby when
the long bristly bottle brushes were plunged into her most intimate orifice and
pumped vigorously.
Lori was flipped onto her belly. Lori flushed brick red and blubbered
brokenly as the greased enema probe penetrated her rectum and flooded her bowels
with ice cold water. Lori was totally mortified as she shat in front of everyone
and was wiped clean like a baby. She blubbered brokenly.
Lovely Lori was pushed onto her back and, once more, her shapely legs were
spread wide. One of the biker babes who was a nurse painfully inserted a
catheter up Lori's piss hole and drained her of urine. Lori felt sick and
degraded as she was lifted and carried to the clubhouse by hard horny hands.
She was pinned face-down on the floor. Big Bertha squatted down, hooked her
hand in Lori's hair and pulled up. Her other hand held a syringe. Lori's
bloodshot eyes stared dully at the gleaming needle. Big Bertha adopted a tone of
mock concern.
"We want to make sure that you enjoy the gang bang. Shooting you up with
some joy juice and frying your brains will make you a much better performer.
Dumb cunts are the best fucks!"
This sally was met with a wave of protest from the biker babes.
"Hey, Bertha, you're giving away all our secrets!"
"That's 'cause I'm the dumbest cunt of all of ya!"
"I suppose you think that makes you the best fuck!"
"Well, duh!"
Bertha jabbed the needle into Lori's delectable bare bod. It was a strong
dose for a beginner. They watched Lori intently and cheered as a big, sappy grin
spread over her face. Lori was flipped onto her back and her legs spread.
Simpering mindlessly, she began to pull the train.
One by one, the bikers dropped between her legs and enthusiastically jetted
their power boats into her tunnel of love. Lori pumped big, hairy, smelly bikers
and thin, greasy bikers. A few rested their dripping dicks between her big boobs
and humped away until they sprayed peckersnot into her pretty face. She
maintained an idiot grin through it all as bikers wiped their pricks in her
hair, sprayed cum on her tits and filled her prick pocket until her cunt was
awash with sticky white ooze and her pubic hair encrusted with white crud.
They stood her up and sandwiched her. She was the meat in a biker sandwich,
sometimes one up her ass and one up her cunt, sometimes two lizards slithering
in her well-slimed cuntpit at once.
Big Bertha recorded it all for posterity on her video camera.
At last, everyone had their fill of her. She no longer looked like a high
society rich bitch as she lolled flat on her ass in the corner, legs spread
lewdly, coated in cum. It was in her hair, dribbling down her face, dripping
from her tits. Her cunt and asshole were awash in prick juice. It was even
between her pedicured toes and under her manicured fingernails.
The leather bitch arched an eyebrow at Toecutter.
"What do we do with her now?"
Toecutter grunted.
"From the tickets and passport that we found in her car, I'd say she was
going on a trip. Why not ship her to the Frauleinschlachtfest in Hamburg? The
Pussy Maru is leaving from Halifax. She can scream her way across the Atlantic
while we take the airplane and see her snuffed in Hamburg. She can keep that
snitch bitch company. They can sing duets together on board the Pussy Maru for
the cameras and then enjoy a truly agonizing finish in Hamburg."
The leather bitch had some news.
"I got an e-mail from Smedley Hargreaves. He says that he's arranged some
prime meat for The Midnight Tour in Hamburg."
Toecutter smirked and did a rather raspy Mr. Burns imitation.
"Excellent, Smithers!"
The leather bitch grinned evilly as she watched Big Bertha force some uppers
down Lori's throat to get her back into action for round two.
"She doesn't look so snooty now, eh?"
Some of the boys decided to teach Lori penilingus. Grabbed by the hair, she
was jerked up onto her knees. One held a knife under her big bare tits, ready to
slice upwards at the first sign of resistance while another smoothly fed her his
dick. Thus encouraged, they soon had her gobbling dick like an old time Royal
Navy cabin boy.
She prettily tongue fucked the first penis. Her adams apple worked
convulsively as she swallowed a hot load of bull gravy. The next prick was
slipped between her parted lips. Haggard and exhausted, yet wired and shaking
from all the uppers, Lori started her next knob job. They kept her on oral
service until everyone was all fucked out and her tummy was full of wiggling
spermatozoans.
Her wrists and elbows were tied tightly behind her forcing her breasts up
and out. Her ankles were tied to either end of a wooden curtain rod, spreading
her legs and exposing her dripping fuck hole and raw, red cuntlips. A ball gag
was popped between her swollen lips and buckled into place.
Lori was forced into a small cage. There was scarecely room inside the cage
for her to squat with her legs spread obscenely and jiggle her tits. Hands
reached between the bars to grope, squeeze and fondle. The cage was loaded into
the back of a van labelled Down East Meat. The naked snitch bitch in the
adjacent cage groaned as the truck started the trip to Halifax to connect up
with the container ship Pussy Maru.
