The Resurrection of Linda

Chapter 2 – What the Hell is he going to do to me?(Day 2)

Linda had finally regained her composure to the point that she could begin to examine her surroundings.  She stood and realized that her ass hole hurt like of a son of a bitch, her right nipple was incredibly sore, and her sinuses and mouth burned from the onslaught of cum.  Also, her stomach rolled from the cum that she had swallowed.  And, her hair was stiff and crusty from being used as a towel for a soiled dick.

The room was large.  The walls and ceilings were all mirrors.  For a woman of her age and shape, this was definitely NOT desirable.  She looked at her naked self.  She was short and squat.  Her tits were definitely sagging and losing their shape.  Her ass certainly did sag and jiggle too much when she moved the slightest bit.  Her pubic air was a mass of disarray that easily sent a signal that she was past her prime.  There was crusty stuff on her face and crusty runs down her thighs – thighs that were pudgy and not shapely.  There were signals of coming varicose veins showing on her calves.  “Why me?”  she thought.

The room was not furnished to any great degree.  There was an examination table in the middle of the room – complete with stirrups.  That was definitely not a good sign.  There was a bare mattress on the floor of one corner of the room.  There was a shower without any enclosure.  There was a stainless steel toilet with a stainless steel lid.  She had tried to lift the lid but it would not budge.  There was a push button on the wall beside the toilet.  There was a small dining room table without chairs.  There were two doors that were both locked.  Each door had a number pad on it that seemed to signify the need of a code to open either of them.  One of them was the door through which he had exited.  She wondered what the other door led to?  The floor seemed to be a soft carpet.  There were cameras that covered the entire expanse of the room.  The temperature was slightly chilled and she noticed that her thick nipples were somewhat erect.

Worst of all was what was located in the center of the room.  It was a padded bench with no back, approximately eight feet long.  Directly in the center of the bench, protruding straight upward was a dildo in the shape of a man’s penis.  Even more deplorable was the fact that she recognized the dick.  It was his!  It was an exact replica of the dick she had recently explored as it exhibited itself directly in front of her face and as it came in her mouth and on her face!

She had no way of knowing that twenty-four hours had elapsed since the assault on her person.  She had tried napping on the mattress but her mind was too much in turmoil to allow her to sleep.  She had to urinate something fierce.  Finally, she surrendered to her bladder and pushed the button beside the toilet. 

Within a few minutes he entered carrying a small stool.  He was naked.  His dick was only partially erect.  His balls bounced off of his thighs as he walked.  He was the hairiest human being she had ever seen! 

She had seen a naked man before but never one walking around so nonchalantly.  What few she had seen had been lying beside her in bed.  On those occasions when they did get up, it was usually a quick trip to the bathroom during which she saw a quick glimpse of their posterior, if she looked at all.

This bastard was different.  He was walking in as though he was proud of his nudity and as if it was a normal every day experience.  He certainly had nothing to be proud of.  As he walked his balls continued to bounce off of his muscular thighs.  His somewhat limp dick swayed back and forth as naturally as could be.  And, his pubic hair blended into a mat of black, thick hair that completely covered his torso.  No skin could be seen with two exceptions.  His nipples.  For some reason, hair did not cover the skin around his nipples and they were there as though framed by a hair mat.  Ugh!  It was an awful sight!

Instinctively, Linda tried to cover or at least minimize her nudity.  Her right arm covered her breasts.  Her left hand covered her pubic area.  She even squatted a bit to minimize the exposed skin.

He laughed and told her to forget about it.  He told her that she was never again to do that sort of thing again.  In fact, when he entered she was to lift a breast with each hand as though she were presenting herself to him.  If not, she would be damaged severely!  He told her to begin now!

Reluctantly, she stood up straight, exposed her personal parts, placed a hand under each saggy breast and presented them to him.  Her skin was covered with goose bumps at the overwhelming embarrassment she felt.

He was carrying a remote in one hand and a short stool in the other hand.  He pressed the remote button and the toilet lid rose to an upright position.  He positioned the stool about three feet in front of the toilet.  She was horrified as she guessed what he intended to do!   Her guess was only partially correct.

He then said, “I need to prepare the toilet for you.”

At that, he walked over to the open commode and stood before it. 

He said, “I have to piss.  Come here and aim my dick.”

“Oh God!”,  she thought.

He said, “Do you want to piss or not?  Nobody pisses until I piss.  I said, ‘Hold my dick.’”

Reluctantly, she walked over, stood beside him, and bent to lift the toilet seat.

At that, he spun and punched her once in the stomach.  She fell forward and caught herself on the rim of the toilet seat.  She hunched there for several minutes as she tried to gasp for breath.  Somehow, through all of this, she knew his dick was just inches above her head.

He said, “I am going to begin pissing in thirty seconds.  Do you want it on the back of your head or do you want to stand up and aim it you stupid fucking cow?”

Somehow she managed to stand and slowly turned and held his dick, trying to aim it in the center of the toilet seat.  She failed.  A stream quickly sprung from his piss slit and splattered all over the back portion of the seat.  She was horrified.  She had never seen a man piss and now she was responsible for where he pissed!  She overcorrected and his piss stream now coated the front of the toilet seat.  She moved it back, her hand flinched and he coated the right side of the seat.  She just couldn’t get the hang of it and now he was pissing on the left side of the seat.  Just as she got the aim right, he was through.  Now, dribbles were floating down to the front of the seat and some where actually seeping to her hand. 

She now had a new respect for men and there pissing problems.  She had always been ticked to find yellow stains on the side of a toilet.  She thought, “Why can’t men piss in the damn toilet instead of on it?”  Finally, she realized the difficulty they faced.  She also wondered when he would quick dribbling? 

He said, “Shake it bitch.”

She began shaking it and it seemed to take on a life of its own.  Piss drops were flying everywhere.  One actually flew up and struck her just above her right eyebrow.  When the droplets finally came to an end there was still dampness on the end of his dick.

He said, “Lick it off.”

She saw his hand curl into a fist and knew she must comply.  Reluctantly, and with bile rising in her throat, she bent forward and slowly put her tongue out to lick the yellow smudge from the end of his dick.  It tasted as bad as she knew it would.  Again, tears came to her eyes.

He said, “You have two minutes to begin your business and then the lid goes down.”  Then he strolled over and sat on the wooden stool, facing the toilet.

She looked at the piss-laden toilet seat.  She tried to hunch above the toilet as women do in public restrooms.  He quickly let her know that this was not an option.  She had no choice as she lowered her pudgy butt on to the commode.  Then she noticed it was not an ordinary toilet stool.  It was quite high and her feet dangled several inches above the floor.  As a result her ass was pulled down in to the piss with the full weight of her body.  As he looked sternly at her, she wondered what he expected.  She could only guess so she took her hands and held her breasts out to him.

He said, “Spread your legs wide open, use your fingers to spread your pussy lips, and begin peeing.  If you don’t follow my instructions you will be punished severely.”

Tears were now openly flowing from her eyes.  She spread her legs and her hairy pussy was exposed to his gaze.  She released her tits from their upright position and reached down gingerly and spread the lips of her pussy.  Her tits fell shapelessly to her torso and for some reason she was embarrassed at their plainness.  Also, it was the first time in her life that she had ever touched her private parts.  Her shame was unrelenting at her exposure.  She couldn’t piss!  

He told her she had less than one minute to begin.

She strained so much that her entire head reddened with the effort.  Finally, a few drops began.  Then, a few more.  Then, she began pissing in earnest.  It rang fervently off of the walls of the steel receptacle.  And, beyond her control, she farted a swift, crack of a fart.  Now her face was completely red with embarrassment as she saw him looking at her crotch with great interest.  He had even cracked a slight smile when she cracked the fart.

It was the first time he had ever seen a woman piss.  It was fascinating.  He was intrigued to discover that her piss seemed to leap out of her body in a completely unorganized, splattering stream – unlike the neat, concise(even though misdirected) piss stream that a man put out.  He thought, “God, I’m glad I’m not a cunt!”

Finally, her pissing was complete.  Droplets clung to her pussy hair.  She looked for toilet paper.  There was none.  She looked at him questioningly.  He said simply, “Drip dry.”

She sat on the toilet for a long length of time.  Finally, she arose and the lid lowered itself automatically as her weight was removed from the device.

He told her to come forward and stand between his legs.  She did and she shuddered as she saw his dangling dick begin to rise.  Almost immediately his dick was erect and pointed straight ahead from the edge of the stool upon which he still sat.  His balls hung down almost halfway to the floor.  He leaned forward and told her to lift her right breast and put the nipple in his mouth.  She did.

He sucked the nipple vigorously.  The nipple became hard.  Her face flushed.  He thought he even heard a quiet moan deep in her throat.  She was aroused. 

He released her nipple from his mouth and told her to lie down with her head directly beneath his balls.  She shuddered but obeyed.  As she lay there, stretched before him, his balls actually rested across the bridge of her nose.  This was bad for her because the pubic odor was quite strong.  He did not apparently spend a lot of time washing his nuts.  He looked her body up and down.  Her middle-aged tits had slid to each side of her torso.  There was a roll of fat around her body.  Perhaps in distraction, she had reclined with her legs spread wide open.  Her scraggly cunt hair could not conceal the pussy lips that were spread wide.

He told her to begin licking his balls.  She shuddered again but obeyed.  Her tongue was tentative at first – stroking the underside of his left nut – the one that hung the lower.  His ball rolled around on her tongue like a huge dollop of mercury.  He told her to work his entire sack with her tongue.  She did.

Now his dick was throbbing and pre-cum was escaping from the slit.  As her tongue worked his nuts his heavy dick began bouncing up and down on her chin, dropping the pre-cum on to her neck.  She felt it and felt it work its way down the right side of her neck.  But, she kept on licking out of fear of retaliation.  He slid forward on the bench and told her to lick his ass hole. 

A “no” escaped from her lips.  It was a serious mistake.  He reached forward and slapped her right tit with the open palm of his right hand and repeated the procedure on her left tit with his left hand.  She grunted at the first hit and screamed at the second hit.  To anyone who was in to pain, the blows would have been miniscule.  To her, they seemed like nuclear explosions on each of her breasts.

Lick my filthy ass hole you stupid cow!”

She needed no more encouragement and immediately began the work.  It was more gross than anything she could have ever imagined.  First there was the large thatch of thick, grimy hair that seemed to protect his nether hole.  Than there was the remnants of shit particles as well as rolled up little balls of used toilet paper that were imbedded in the hair and on the edges of the hole.  Finally there was the hole itself.  It was rank and tasted like shit.  But lick she did.

He slapped her tits again and said, “With more enthusiasm bitch!”

And she became enthusiastic.  She licked every particle of shit and toilet paper balls from his ass.  She smoothed down the ass hair with her saliva.  She plunged her tongue into the hole and swirled it around.  She despised every minute of it but she acted as though it was all nectar from the gods.  With the motivation of pending pain she became a good actress and he received the benefit of a vigorous, seemingly enthusiastic tongue.  He let out a satisfying fart that was one of those rumbling, bubbly kind.  It seemed as though every cubic centimeter of the rectal gas went directly in to her mouth.  She gagged and struggled to keep down the bile that was rising in her gullet.  She quickly swallowed the bile that had made its way up to her mouth and her throat burned like fire.  It was the final straw for her emotions and she wept openly.

He stood up, looked down upon her and said, “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet bitch!”

He left the room with her sobbing and rolling on the floor, shit on her mouth, scrotum sweat on her chin.

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.

The Resurrection of Linda

Chapter 4 – Linda’s Rocky Mountain High (Day 4)

By nature, Linda was a happy person.  She normally exuded cheerfulness and a sense of optimism about each day.  This was no more.  She was, for the first time in her life, completely and utterly depressed.

It was not just the things that had taken place with her body in the preceding three days.  It was the fact that she could not escape the visual image of what had taken place to her body.  The images were projected constantly in the four mirrored walls that surrounded her.  Her hair was matted with the wide assortment of bodily fluids that had been deposited amongst them.  There was the crust of various dried fluids that shown on her face, her lips, her ass, her inner thighs.  There was the disarray of pubic hair that gave witness to what had taken place there as she had to constantly urinate without the benefit of proper wiping after the fact.

Plus, her other senses were being constantly bombarded with unpleasant and degrading attacks.  Her ass hole hurt like a son-of-a-bitch from being fucked for the first time in its existence.  Her ass and the backs of her thighs were chafed from sitting in a ring of piss every time she had to relieve herself.  The tastes in her mouth and on her lips were constant and completely vulgar.  The taste of piss and cum and sweat from his balls and the horrible taste of pet food.  A ring ran around her mouth from licking the crap from a pet dish and from her lack of ability to clean herself.  She had not had a shower or any kind of washing since her captivity.  She had tried the shower but the water was apparently turned off to it.  Then there was the smell!  The smell of her bodily sweat, of piss, of cum, of shit, of filth, of plain, unmitigated fear.  She was in desperate straits!  She wasn’t sure she could maintain her sanity much longer.

He entered and looked at her plight.  She had immediately stood up straight and cupped her breasts with her hands to present them to him for his approval.  Her tits now drooped from sadness even while being held up!

He told her he was soon going to bring in two guests to utilize some of her meager attributes.  She immediately felt a deeper sense of sadness. 

He said, “Their names are ‘Rocky’ and ‘Mountain’.  I think you will find them interesting.”

She knew with such names that they would be real bastards.  She wondered how they would use her?

Then he gave her good news as he said, “I am not without a sense of a woman’s need to look presentable.  So, I have turned on the water to the shower and I will clean you myself.”

This presented a mixed sense of emotions to her as she yearned to be clean but she didn’t want him to participate in her cleaning.  However, she knew there was nothing she had to bargain with to do it her preferred way.

He nodded to the shower and without further adieu she walked to it and stepped on to the shower base.  She was still holding her tits because, as a good trainee, she had been given no direction to the contrary.  He stepped on to the base with her and felt his mat of torso hair brush her back and his semi-erect dick rub against the crack of her ass.  He reached around her and turned the handles.  The water was immediately at exactly the right temperature.  This surprised her.

Then, from where she did not know, he produced a bottle of shampoo and poured it on to her crusty hair.  Then, in a surprise move he began massaging the shampoo in to her hair, covering it completely.  She was shocked at the gentle firmness of his touch.  He continued to work it in until all of the crustiness had been washed down the drain.  The shower head was the type that was removable and he removed it from its hook and began rinsing her hair.  She again was shocked by his kindness.  She also was somewhat shocked to feel his dick begin to be aroused as it now bounced harder off of her ass.  When her hair was finally rinsed he put the shower head back on its hook and told her to turn around and raise her hands above her head.  She did with great fear and trembling.  Her tits were actually jiggling as she shook.  Then, he produced a bar of pleasantly perfumed soap and began washing her face and neck.  Soon, all the jism and pet food was gone.  The wash cloth now moved up and down her up-reached arms and down to her arm pits.  His touch was gentle and almost sensuous.  His dick was now becoming serious and it began poking her just below her tits.  She was short!  He began washing her tits and nipples and her nipples responded accordingly.  They were hard enough to cut glass!  He lifted each breast and washed carefully underneath each one.

Her breath was now increasing.  She was aroused at all of this!  He moved down to her stomach and carefully washed out her navel.  Then he got down on his knees and began cleaning her sex.  Her pussy welcomed the soft, sensuous attention and she was now completely aroused.  While being cleaned, a new batch of pussy juice was flowing freely from her.  He turned his head and placed it against her stomach.  He reached around her body and tenderly cleaned her buttocks.  She was hypnotized.

He carefully pulled apart her cheeks and gently cleaned the crack of her ass.  She could feel his fingers beneath the soapy cloth as his hand crept downward and cleaned the rim of her ass hole.  His index finger even went up into her rectum and cleaned that area.

He was now back to her front and his face was wet from being pressed against her wet body and his hair was wet from the water that bounced from her shoulders and on to him.  She was becoming dizzy with arousal.  She had never experienced a moment like this.

He was now washing her feet, being sure to get between each toe.  Warm water was washing freely from her body and warm sexual juices were trying to escape her pussy as quickly as possible.  She looked down and saw a long dollop of milky pre-cum oozing from his piss slit.  Without thinking, she fell to her knees, guided his stiff member to her lips, and eagerly sucked the juice from the tip  of his mushroom head.

She no longer minded the obscene amount of body hair and pubic hair.  She lowered her mouth and began lovingly licking his hairy nuts.  Suddenly, without warning he began to ejaculate.  She quickly moved her mouth upward and took in every drop that followed.  Some had streaked her forehead before she could make the necessary move.  She took a finger, wiped it from her damp forehead, and eagerly put it into her mouth.

In those next few moments she had become almost giddy.  Perhaps he had changed?  Perhaps her seemingly over-the-hill body had actually attracted him?  She had actually enjoyed herself!  She had not felt this way in years!  And, she had actually enjoyed taking his member into her mouth and swallowing the essence of his very being!  Like all women in such a predicament, she actually began thinking of a future together with him!  However, her hopes were soon to be dashed!

What she didn’t understand was that this was actually part of his overall plan.  Anyone could inflict pain and degradation to bring a bitch down. He preferred to take them down, elevate their hopes, and then take them even lower than their previous low.  It messed with their psyche in a way that sustained lows could never accomplish.

He said, “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.  That was to prepare you for the next phase of your life.  I have been preparing you to meet two colleagues of mine – ‘Rocky’ and ‘Mountain’.”

Her mind raced at this sudden turn of events.  She thought suffering and degradation were behind her.  She wondered what kind of men would have names such as those?

She heard a noise behind him and he stepped aside so she could see.  Walking through the door were two of the most incredible human beings she had ever seen.  One was a dark-skinned Negress, well over six feet tall.  And, she had not a smattering of body fat on her.  She was obviously a body builder.  Muscles rippled all over her body.  Her head had but a stubble of black hair atop it.  Her tits were just barely there.  Her pussy was completely shaved.  Slabs of muscle rolled across the top of her thighs as she sauntered in, seemingly pointing to her sex.  Her hands were huge!  Her nipples were almost non-existent.  Her mouth was split in a broad grin that seemed to contain twice as many teeth as the normal person.  Even her eyebrows were shaved.  Yet, she had an inkling of a mustache across her upper lip.  She looked completely evil.

Walking beside her was an even more incredible sight!  It surely was the fattest bitch on the face of the earth.  She, too, was over six feet tall.  She must have gone five to six hundred pounds in weight.  Her face was so fat that her eyes could barely be seen.  They were truly pig eyes.  Her tits hung everywhere in shapeless hunks of unattractive body fat.  There were creases across her stomach where her abdomen formed several human aprons.  Her pussy had the ugliest, scraggliest, mat of pubic hair that surely existed in all of womankind.  Her feet were spread wide as she walked to make room for her huge thighs to move next to each other.  Pussy lips could be seen well below the forest of hair.  Even her pussy lips were fat!  To top it off, she was the whitest person that Linda had ever seen.  If it weren’t for her deep black eyes, she would have been an albino.

Linda felt herself becoming dizzy and she slumped to the floor, oddly enough, still holding her tits in the display position.  Her brain somehow told her that things were going to quickly become unbearable!

He had thought about doing formal introductions as though this were an acceptable social situation.  However, as he thought more about it, he realized there was little doubt as to which of the guests was ‘Rocky’ and which was ‘Mountain’.

Therefore, he decided to simply step back and watch nature take its course.  He stood there, naked, with his right elbow supported by his left hand and his chin supported by his right hand.  He was a naked study in concentration.  His dick was already horizontal with the expectations of what was certain to happen.

The mammoth ‘Mountain’ made her way to Linda and walked behind her.  Despite her obvious lack of fitness, she was really quite strong just by virtual of her hugeness.  She reached down, put a hand under each armpit and pulled Linda to her feet.  Then, she stepped up to Linda’s back, draped her obscenely overweight tits over Linda’s shoulders until Linda’s own inconsequential breasts were completely covered by drapes of tit meat.  Then Mountain put a huge ham of a hand on each side of Linda’s face.  For Linda, it was unbelievable.  With her own tits she could feel the moisture that was probably a permanent fixture beneath Mountain’s tits.  Each side of her head was almost completely obliterated by the repulsive, huge hands.  The huge mat of wiry pubic hair touched Linda right in the center of her back and it felt like a scouring pad had been put to her skin.  Linda felt again as though she was going to vomit.

Then, Mountain took her right hand down and reached under her own right tit and grabbed on to Linda’s tit.  It was not a pleasant feeling!  Mountain now reached down with her head to Linda’s ear and took the entire ear into her mouth.  For Linda, it felt like a toilet plunger had been put on the side of her face.  And, the odor from the gargantuan mouth wafted around to Linda’s nose.  It was the smell of well-used pussy.  Obviously these lips and tongue and spent much time buried in a pussy!  As Mountain burrowed her tongue into Linda’s ear, Linda wondered, “What the hell is going on with these perverts and tongues in ears?”

Mountain’s tongue was now finding fragments of wax in the ear and actually sucking it into her mouth and swallowing it.  Linda could tell from the sound what was going on and she felt sick to her stomach at the thought.

Then, Linda became totally afraid.  Rocky had backed up about twenty feet from her and had bent forward at the waist until her upper body was completely parallel to the floor – her head pointed directly at Linda’s mid section.  Rocky suddenly accelerated to an unbelievable speed for such a short distance and, before Linda could brace herself, Rocky’s stubble-filled head had buried itself directly into the pit of Linda’s stomach.  The blow, with the force of an NFL lineman, instantly paralyzed Linda’s diaphragm.  Linda now could no more breathe than if she had been hurtled under water.  She gasped for breath and tried to free herself from Mountain’s grasp.  It was impossible!  Linda drew her legs up to her body in some sort of reflex action as she continued to be held in mid-air. 

At that, Rocky straightened up and put her right hand beneath Linda’s crotch.  With a single motion she drove her middle finger into Linda’s dry ass hole and her thumb into Linda’s equally dry pussy.  Linda felt as though she was being doubly impaled with two steel rods.  The finger and thumb were harshly calloused and the strength of Rocky’s bicep drove the two digits solidly in until they bottomed out on the calloused palm.  Linda now knew how a bowling ball felt.

Rocky strained and suddenly was lifting Linda even higher with this grasp until she was almost four feet from the floor.  As Linda had been raised her back, her buttocks, and thighs were scrapped harshly against the Brillo pad-like pubic hair of Mountain.  Also, Mountain’s obscene tits were dragged across Linda’s shoulders, trailing tit sweat as they ground across Linda’s tender skin.  The huge tits actually could be heard to flop against the torso of their owner.  It was not a pretty sound.

Mountain had maintained her hold below Linda’s armpits to maintain stability.  Then, Rocky reached up and put her free hand on top of Linda’s head.  With a swift twisting motion she turned Linda completely upside down in mid-air, Mountain let loose of her grasp, And Rocky held Linda by her own brute strength.  Then, Rocky began shaking Linda as though she was mixing a cocktail.  Meanwhile, Linda still could not breathe and she was trying to suck air in while all of this fucking shaking was going on.  Linda’s white, stubby and thick legs were flopping in air like two wet noodles.

While all of this was going on, Mountain had moved to one side of the two women and the man had moved to the other side.  The two then began using their open palms to bat around the floppy tits of Linda.  There were too many sensations for Linda’s brain to decipher – shaking, tit slapping, lack of breathing – Linda lost consciousness!

Seeing that any further attacks would produce nothing, Rocky let Linda fall to the floor like a sack of potatoes.  The unconscious bitch lay there in a pile of human extremities as her legs and arms and tits just kind of found their own place to rest even though still attached to a short body.

Within about thirty minutes Linda began to regain consciousness.  It seems that a sound of screaming was penetrating her brain and bringing her back to the ‘real’ world.  As she tried to sort out the senses that were penetrating her fog, she realized that she was the one screaming.  She also realized that she could not move.  As her eyes began to focus, she saw a set of pudgy thighs above her and, of course, a pussy almost directly above her face.  It didn’t look right!  Then she saw a hand snake out and grasp a thatch of cunt hair that was directly in the middle of the foliage.  The hand filled with kinky hair gave a huge jerk and the cunt hair was removed from its home.  Linda felt an incredible pain in her pussy.  Then, she realized she was looking at herself!  She was lying flat on the examining table.  A strap around her neck was secured to the table.  Her arms were outstretched above her head and over the edge of the table.  They were secured to the base of the table.  Cords were around each of her ankles.  They had pulled her almost double so that her legs were above her body.  The cords were fastened to the ceiling in such a manner that her legs were spread open.  Her pussy and ass hole were wide open for inspection or for anything else deemed appropriate.  If Linda wasn’t actually experiencing this, she would have never dreamed that her middle age, out-of-shape body could be bent like this.  The pain in her pussy was incredible!  It distracted her from the fact that her other muscles were screaming at her to tell her they didn’t like being configured into this shape!

As she now focused more completely, she realized that Rocky was the one who was removing hair from her groin.

Then the man, who was standing to the side of Linda’s pudgy thighs said, “Don’t worry.  She’s not going to completely defrock you.  She’s only clearing a two inch wide path down the middle of your cunt hair.  It will help direct attention to the important parts!”

The pain became even more sharp, severe, and repetitive.  However, the thought of how she would look was even worse.

He spoke again.  “You may feel a little sting now.  We’re getting to the pussy lips.”

Linda knew what ‘a little sting’ meant.  Whenever her doctor would say that to her during a procedure, it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.  And it did.  Linda felt as though her lips were being pulled off!

In fact, they also looked like that.  The man bent down closer to get a good look.  He was astounded that pussy lips could stretch that far before giving away the kinky hair that was attached.  Also, he was intrigued by the droplets of blood that oozed from the wounds created by the departure of the pubic foliage.  He enjoyed the sight.

As Rocky continued with her landscaping, Mountain and the man leaned over Linda’s face.  Whenever she would open her mouth to scream at the newest infliction of plucking pain, one of them would spit into her mouth.  For some reason this was more obscene and disgusting to Linda than the other bodily fluids she had consumed.  And, she did consume their spittle.  There was just too much going on to figure out what else to do with the slimy stuff.  Somehow, through her pain, she did notice that Mountain’s spit was more disgusting than his.  Somehow, someway, it seemed that even Mountain’s saliva was fat!  And, the two of them seemed to have an endless amount of the oral fluid to deposit into her oral cavity. 

She was now beside herself with pain and degradation.  The hair that sprouted between her pussy and her asshole was incredibly painful as it was removed.  Linda didn’t even know she had hair there.  She wished she didn’t.  Well – now, in fact, she did not have it anymore.

When the deed was finally finished, the man left Linda’s line of sight for a while.  When he returned, he was holding a familiar shape.  It was a bottle of Old Spice aftershave lotion.

“Oh God!” exclaimed Linda.  “Please, don’t put that shit on me!”

He looked at her with disappointment.  “You were warned.  You may refer to yourself in only one of two ways.  If you had done that, I would have put this away.  Not you must pay.  Not only will it go on your plucked area, it will also be put up your pussy and in your ass!”

Linda began to weep.

He was true to his word.

He let Mountain slap it on the newly-exposed skin.  And slap she did.  Her fat fingers had a lot of muscle behind them and she slathered the alcoholic-based liquid with great gusto and glee.

Linda was now screaming endlessly and quite loudly.  She had not known that such pain existed.  Furthermore, her lower region now smelled like an old barbershop.

Before she could get her brain around what was happening, Rocky took a turkey baster, filled it to the max and slammed it into Linda’s ass hole.  With one fluid motion she squeezed the large bulb and the liquid slammed into Linda’s bowels.  It made the previous application seem like tea with the Queen.

Linda was now screaming, crying, and shaking to the extent allowed by her bindings.

The man took the baster, re-filled it and slammed it into Linda’s pussy.  He squeezed the bulb slowly so she would get a full, lasting effect.  She did.  She passed out again.

When Linda again regained consciousness, things had not improved.  Her pussy hurt.  Her ass hole hurt.  The shaved strip down the center of her bush hurt.  Her throat was raw from screaming.  Most of all, she had reached the point of losing any semblance of self-respect.  She was beginning to understand, and, perhaps accept her new station in life.  She now had only to survive!

Her current situation was beyond belief.  She was lying crossways at the end of the mattress on the floor.  Fucking was occurring on the remainder of the mattress.  The man was on top of Mountain, fucking her in the missionary position.  It looked like a hairy mammal fucking a whale – a great white whale.  A good part of his body seemed to disappear in the midst of her fatty tissue.  As his hairy ass bobbed up and down, swooshing sounds could be heard emanating from somewhere in her pussy.  Both of them were completely drenched in sweat.  Animalistic grunting noises could be heard from both of them. 

Mountain was moaning, “Come on, come on, come on, fuck me, fuck me, give me your juice, give me your juice!”

In the meantime, Rocky straddled him and settled her feet on the lateral globs of fat of Mountain that had been squished out to the side by his weight.  Mountain did even notice the extra load on her huge body.

Rocky bobbed downward and buried her face in the crack of his ass.  Her tongue could be heard lapping up whatever was residing in his ass hole. 

His grunting increased.  The odor from the three of them created and unbelievably disgusting scent for Linda.  However, this time – for the first time – she did not seem to be offended by it.  She accepted it!

Finally, he came.  And then, all three of them – he, Rocky, Mountain – screamed together in ecstasy. 

They rolled off of each other and sat up, looking at Linda. 

He said, “I had thought about having the bitch eat your pussies.”

Linda was shocked.  She knew women did this to each other but she certainly had never pictured herself doing it – and especially with two freaks like this.

He continued, “However, we need to save that for another time.  I want the cunt to anticipate it.  Do you two still have your periods at the same time?”

They nodded their heads simultaneously.

“When will the two of you be on the rag again?”

They indicated in about ten days.

He said, “Ten days from now, be here again.  The lowly cunt will be happy to eat your bloody pussies!”

As Linda began weeping, the three protagonists left her to ruminate over likely future events.

The Resurrection of Linda

Chapter 5 – Linda’s Resurrection is Forecast (Day 5)

Linda’s sense of time was completely gone.  The room was kept in a consistent state of lighting and there were no time pieces.  Her feeding times were inconsistent so she never knew if a couple of hours had passed or a half a day before she was given a new helping of dog food.  As a result, she could not judge the passing of twenty-four hours.  She felt as though she had probably been in the room for around eight or nine days but she wasn’t sure.  She would have been quite disheartened to know that this was only the beginning of the fifth day.

In fact, he had previous experience in disrupting a person’s biorhythms to achieve control and to inflict severe punishment.  He had worked as an interrogator for a foreign government and he had become quite adept at his profession.  His techniques had included persistent manipulation of time, serving meals at odd times, disrupting sleep schedules, nonsensical conversations, and rewarding non-cooperation.  With the application of these, Linda was totally befuddled.

His time with her was really quite short each day.  However, each encounter with him seemed to last an eternity due to the distressing nature of the things he imposed upon her.  When he was not there, she was left with only her thoughts and fears.  There was nothing to help her pass the time except her own fantasies.  They were not good!

She was actually happy whenever he entered.  Although she knew his arrival would be a new insult to her sensibilities, at least it was human contact.  She yearned for good things, or at least – not bad things to happen to her.  The only good memory she had of these passing days was the one time when he had given her a shower – and – an incredible sexual experience!

The door clicked and he entered.  She had already assumed the presentation stance before the door swung open.  Her tits were uplifted by her hands for him.  Although he showed no emotion, he was pleased.

He walked up to her until he was just inches away from her extended tits.  His dick was semi-erect and almost brushed her torso.  He reached down with is right hand and placed two fingers just at the opening of her pussy slit.  His thumb slowly stroked the bare skin that now ran down the middle of her pubic hair. 

She was aroused.  It was the first time she had ever felt human skin touch her skin in that particular spot.  It was erotic to her.  The slight touch of his fingers on her outer pussy lips was entrancing.  She became wet.

He inserted his two fingers to the very hilt inside of her.  They instantly became wet with her moisture.  He withdrew the fingers and slowly brushed them across her upper lip.  She could smell herself.  When his fingers withdrew she stuck out her tongue and licked her upper lip.  It tasted good.

With unspoken communication between them, she opened her mouth wide.  He inserted his two fingers into her mouth.  She sucked them with great joy.  She tasted more of herself and she tasted him.  It was delicious!

He took both of her hands and pulled them toward him.  As a result, without the support of her hands, her tits slowly dropped to her torso.  Her nipples were hard and erect.  His dick was not completely erect.

As he walked backward, he led her to the mattress, pulled her around until the backs of her heels were touching the edge of the mattress.  He pushed her gently and she began to fall backward.  He broke her fall with his strong arms and allowed her slowly to sink to the mattress.

As she became completely prone on the mattress, on her back, she spread her legs wide open in invitation to him.  He accepted the invitation.

He knelt between her legs, put his hands on each side of her body and let himself down on to her body.  His dick completely aligned with her drenched pussy.  As he let his weight come down on to her breasts, his dick entered her easily and eagerly.  When his pubic bone touched hers, she was completely absorbed in the impending orgasm that she knew the two of them would have.

He let his body rest on hers for a seeming long stretch of time.  Due to the disparity in their heights, her face was immersed in the thick mat of body hair on his upper chest.  Due to her evolution, she now loved it!  She felt as though her face was buried in the fur of a savage animal that was about to have his way with her.  She could smell the intense fragrance of his maleness.  She even stuck out her tongue to lap up the musky sweat that resided at the base of this black, thick hair.

Her breasts, although flattened out, were pressing on either side of his navel.  Her nipples were hard.  He could feel them.  She had tried to wrap her short, pudgy legs around his hips.  Of course, they wouldn’t reach but he enjoyed the soft, squishiness of her thighs on either side of his muscular hips.

His hands were beneath her buttocks and he had a handful of ass cheek in each hand.  He was pulling her groin even tighter into his.  Then, he began a slow withdrawal of his dick from the depths of her womb.  She could feel the ridge of his bulbous dickhead rubbing against the walls of her vagina.  It was as tight as a diesel piston.  When he finally arrived at the point where only the tip of his tool was just inside her pussy lips, he held that position.  Her pussy lips were pulsating, begging him to come back completely inside of her.

He could feel her breath on his chest.  She was gasping.  Her arms were now around his body, pulling him even closer to her body, if that was, indeed, possible.

Then, he slammed in to her with all of his strength.  She let out a scream as she instantly experienced her first orgasm from this assault.  He now became an engine of sex.  He was fucking her with incredible speed and all the strength he could muster.  Her orgasms were continuous now.  An unending scream was emanating from the depths of her soul.  She had never had a string of orgasms such as this.

He had risen up on to his arms so that he could watch her face.  Her eyes were alternating between being completely shut and wide open.  When they were open, her irises were surrounded completely by the whites of her eyes. His face was drenched in sweat and it was dripping in a continuous stream on to her face.  When she felt the stream hit her cheeks and forehead, she actually opened her mouth to take in his perspiration.

He was driving his dick in to her.  His hold on her ass cheeks was so hard that she would have bruises for several days from his grip, showing the shape of his hands.

Her short legs were no longer wrapped around him but were spread wide and extended up in to the air.  Her pussy was clenching and unclenching, trying to urge him on.  It was unnecessary, he was a fucking machine!

Her screams turned in to shrill words as she bellowed, “Fuck your lowly cunt, fuck this miserable piece of ass, fuck this stupid bitch!!”

When he finally reached the point of coming, he withdrew suddenly from her and his pulsating dick was pointed straight up her sweaty body.  His first surge of cum flew through the air and struck her with a huge glob directly on the underside of her chin.  His second surge of cum was not as strong but it had more of an arc to it.  It landed directly on to the tip of her left nipple.  His third surge of cum was similar to the second although it landed directly on to the tip of her right nipple.  There were no more surges of man juice but now there was a steady, slow flow from his slit to her navel.  Her navel was filled to overflowing.

As she lay there, completely spent, he rose up to his knees and straddled her soaking body.  It was drenched in sweat – both his and hers – and his milky seed covered her torso.  Her breath was coming in quick, short gasps.  She looked down to her body and saw some of his handiwork.  She could feel the rest that was on the bottom of her chin and slowly beginning to flow to either side of her neck. 

She took her right hand, and using two fingers, she scooped up the cum from her chin and neck and eagerly took it into her mouth.  As she swallowed this nectar she continued scooping up his bounty and plunged it into her mouth.  Then, she looked down at her cream coated nipples.  And, she did something she would have never dreamed of doing a few days ago.  She held her left tit up and began licking the cum from the already erect nipple.  It was a delicious feeling.  The cum tasted good.  Her nipple felt wonderful as it tingled irresistibly.  When there was no cum left on that serving, she switched to the other nipple.  It was equally as good.  And, the sexual feelings were fantastic.  She realized that she should have been sucking herself many years ago!  Soon, cum was all gone, swallowed in to her stomach.  Her mouth was coated with his essence.  Her taste buds could taste nothing else.  Her olfactory nerves were immersed in the odors of their two bodies.  Her pussy was leaking freely of love juices.  For a brief moment, she was happy!

He looked down at her and said, “Do you feel you are ‘up to your knees’ in lust and love?”

She thought it a strange way of summing up what had just happened but she responded, “Your lowly cunt has been well treated.  Thank you.”

Then, with a gleam in his eyes, he asked, “How would you like to be up to your knees in shit?”

Something in his tone and his look gave her pause to shudder emotionally.  She responded with a stammer, “I . . . I . . . I don’t think . . .”  She instantly realized her error.  She tried to apologize and recover.  She never made it.

His right fist flew out with the speed of a cobra.  It landed directly on to the point of her chin.  She was out instantly!

When Linda’s eyes began fluttering and finely started to focus, she realized she was, indeed, in even deeper trouble than she had already been.

She was standing in a tub made of galvanized metal.  The tub was on the pad beneath the shower.  Apparently, there were two rings of some sort that were opposite each other on the inside of the tub.  Her legs were secured to these rings.  This caused her legs to be drawn far apart into a wide “V”. 

She would never have been able to retain her balance in this position except for the way her hands were secured.  They were above her head and tied tightly together.  A cord fastened to the ceiling was secured to her bindings and her arms were pulled above her head.  Thus, she was forced to stand upright.  The position of her arms actually tended to pull her breasts somewhat upward so that they didn’t sag quite as much.

These were not the only things that indicated to her that she was in trouble of a new sort.  Standing before her was a movable IV stand that held an enema bladder.  It was obvious that the enema container was quite full.  There was a reason why Linda recognized it for what it was and the reason was not comforting to her.

Linda had begun her working life as a nurse trainee.  It simply did not pan out for her.  For, you see, she was completely repulsed by shit.  When she discovered that she would have to clean up after adults who were incontinent, she knew this was not for her.  And, when she was shown how to give her first enema, she simply freaked out and walked off the job.  She hated shit!  She hated its smell, its appearance, and the very thought of from whence it had came.

When she saw the enema bladder, she knew immediately how it would be used.

He appeared before her with a strange looking leather harness in his hand.  She whimpered as he began fastening it to her.  The stiff leather wrapped around the back of her neck and head, down the front of her shoulders, beneath her armpits and then fastened behind her back. 

When he had completed the adjustment of it, her head was forced downward and now she could only look at her feet and the bottom of the tub to which she was fastened.  This was a terribly uncomfortable position as was her widespread feet, and her arms above her head.  A new hell was about to begin.  But, even worse than being physically uncomfortable, it was a source of great mental anguish.  Now she was forced to look down herself at parts of her body that she knew were not particular appealing.  Well, hell, there weren’t any parts of her body that she thought were particular appealing.  The first thing she now saw were her tits that she knew were well into the middle age doldrums.  Her stomach pooched out a bit.  Her pussy hair always was in disarray and now it had a goddamn landing strip of skin straight down the middle.  The only redeeming grace about the whole thing was that her protruding tummy blocked her line of sight to her cheesy thighs!

He wheeled the IV stand around behind her.  Without ceremony or warning, he jammed the nozzle on the enema tube into her ass hole.  She jumped and screamed at the same time.  Of course, that was to no avail.  He had raised the stand quite high and opened the valve on the tube. 

Linda immediately felt her bowels begin to fill.  It hurt.

What she didn’t know, at first, was that he had two more containers.  When the one filling her ass was empty, he exchanged bladders in one fluid motion.  He was quite good.

Linda was suffering cramps that she couldn’t believe.  These made menstrual cramps seem like ‘tea with the queen’.  Because of her downward gaze, she could tell that her lower regions were becoming quite bloated – in direct proportion to the pain she was suffering.  She began begging for relief but relief was yet to come.  Luckily for now, she did not know that when relief would finally be given it would only portend of even worse indignities to come!

The nozzle was serving as a butt plug and she had to endure the filling of her guts.  Then, to her horror, he simply left the room – leaving her to ponder how she would endure this new assault!

When he finally did return, she had lost any semblance of time.  Her time of being filled was simply an eternity.  She was ranting.  Sometimes crying, sometimes giggling, and sometimes begging with incomprehensible words.  Although her words were indecipherable, it was obvious that she really and truly wanted release from her pain.

Without warning, he walked behind her and ripped the nozzle from her ass hole.  He had to jump aside quite quickly as shit and brown liquid erupted from her body.  Her already tender ass chute was injured anew as the contents did their best to evacuate her body.  She was screaming now, screaming at the top of her lungs.  Her pudgy thighs were quivering, her tits were dancing, her mouth was gasping like a grounded fish as she tried to take in enough oxygen to replace what she was expelling.  She was in total and complete distress!

Most of the offal went in the tub.  Some shot over the edge of tub to the pad below.  Much of it coated her ass and the insides of her thighs.  She was a mess!  Her downward look enabled her to see that her feet were now surrounded by shit.  This awful concoction of things she truly hated!  She was now beginning to be immersed in it!  Her eyes welled up with tears at the indignity.

Then, things got worse.  With the trauma of what had happened to her backdoor plumbing, she lost control of her front door plumbing.  She pissed herself.  Since her legs were so widespread, most of it went directly to the tub.  However, there was a certain amount of dribbling on to her thighs.  She felt the warm piss slowly wend its way down the insides of her legs.  And, that which had gone directly to the tub, splattered brown liquid up to the lower parts of her body.

First of all, she was terribly defeated that he had seen her shit.  And, she was even more distraught that he had seen her piss herself.  She hoped he realized it was an accident and not something she had done deliberately!  Then, she thought, “Why am I worrying about what he thinks?  He thinks nothing of me!”

He walked in front of her and she eyed him with fear as she could just barely see his face when she rolled her eyes to the top.  He showed no emotion.  She showed plenty.  He blew her a kiss and went to open the door.

She could hear voices and footsteps but she could not raise her head to discern who was entering.  When they finally walked to the edge of the tub, she could make out who – or what – it was.  New horror enveloped her.

They were four Hispanics.  Now the truth is, her racism was quite inclusive.  She really hated all non-Caucasians.  She hated Spics almost as much as she hated niggers.  These particular Spics were especially horrible to look at. 

They were naked and their skin was quite bronze.  Their dicks weren’t particular big and they were not at all erect.  This could be because she was a complete mess and she was standing in shit with shit all over her bottom half.

He spoke to the four men in their native language.  She could not understand but she soon figured out what he had told them.

He had told them he wanted the shit washed off the insides of her thighs.  They immediately obliged by lifting their puny tools and aiming them at her.  Without warning, they began pissing on her.  The piss hit her thighs and mingled with the shit stains.  Some of the stains washed down her legs, some remained. 

The piss was quite warm and, surprisingly, quite forceful.  She was being pissed on by Spics!  My god, this was the worst offence of all!  And, to make matters worse, they giggled as they continued to piss on her.  It seemed that they had incredible bladders because their piss streams seemed to last a lifetime.  Finally, they were through, as dribbles of piss fell in to the tub.

By now the smell was atrocious!  Her shit and their piss did not produce good fragrances.  Now, they were about to make it worse.

The tallest of the men turned around, hunkered over the edge of the tub and began taking a shit.  It was a mighty shit!  With the position of her head she could see an unending turd descending from his ass to her tub.  She could even see kernels of undigested corn in his product.  When he finally finished he wiped his ass with his fingers!  He rose up, turned, and wiped his fingers on to her upper lip.  He jerked his fingers away as she vomited.

Then, one by one, the other three Hispanics followed suit.  Each of them could shit mighty shits!  And, they did.

By now she was blubbering as she saw her shit, their shit, their piss, and her vomit coagulate in a disgusting pool around her feet.

As they exited the door, nine men entered.  They were naked from the waist down.  They were apparently a softball team because they still wore the top part of their uniforms.  They were quite fat and each was carrying a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon.  They seemed to belch and fart continually.

She could not see them immediately but she felt their product quite soon.  Each of them took turns standing behind her and pissing all over her.  They seemed to be in a contest to see who could piss the highest on her, who could piss the most accurately, and even who could write words with their stream. 

After they had pelted all areas of the back of her body, all enema shit had been washed to the tub.  She could now see that the contents were rising up on her.  She could no longer vomit but this did not restrain her from constantly gagging as she tried to keep down an imaginary gorge from the pit of her stomach.

And, it turned out that instead of nine men, there were actually 9 ½ men.  For the team had a mascot – a midget who dressed as a leprechaun.  In this case the only part of his usual outfit that he was wearing was his green hat with the shamrocks all around.  Other than that, he was completely naked.  His miniature dick looked like a pimple.  In each little hand, he carried a roll of toilet paper.  As a pop song said, it would soon be shown that ‘short people got no reason to live’.  For his job was to wipe asses after they had taken a shit!

Each of the ball players walked around to the front, hunkered down over the edge of the tub and shit a load.  Now she could see them.  That is, she could see huge, hairy ass cheeks in front of her body as shit flowed freely from them.  When each man finished, the midget would wipe the man’s ass quite vigorously with up to three hunks of toilet paper.  His little hand was quite capable of getting in to those hard-to-reach places.  After wiping, he stood on his tip toes to put the used paper beneath Linda’s nose.  Each time he said in a high squeaky voice, “Does this shit stink?”

Linda always answered vigorously in the affirmative.  She did not want to be accused of being rude!

Soon, to her horror, she discovered that she was actually examining each chunky ass that was squatting down before her.  She noted that some were ripply fat, some were muscular, some were hairy, some had no hair at all, and some were almost feminine looking. 

She thought, “My god, what’s happening to me?  I’m evaluating drunken softball players’ asses!”

Even worse, she was examining the shit they were putting out.  Some turds were long and flowing.  Some were made up of a series of little balls.  Some were almost liquid.  Some looked like Moby Dick was spitting out huge whale-size chaws of tobacco.  The smell surrounding her was enhanced with each passing load of shit.  She was standing in a living cesspool. 

When all full-sized men had finished shitting, they took turns standing in front of her and masturbating.  Their fat bellies and fat men’s breasts actually shook as they beat off.  They set a target as being the strip of bare skin down the middle of her pussy hair.  They were entranced by this sight.  Some were actually successful.  Some just didn’t have the spurt power and their seed simply fell to the mix of shit and liquid in the tub.  It gave it a nice touch by varying from the dull brown color.  It almost looked like the shitty liquid had white caps in it.

Finally the men left.  However, the midget asked if he could stay on.  He had always thought it demeaning to be forced to play a leprechaun because of his stature.  Now he had found his calling.  It was an important job and he wanted to become even more adept at it than he already was.

Shit and liquids were now about half way up Linda’s calves.  The smell was horrible.  The touch was even worse.  She could feel turd balls seeping down through her toes.

Then a new crew arrived.  This was the damndest thing that anyone had ever seen.  It was a barbershop quartet!  They were all naked from the waist down.  On top, however, they were wearing red and white striped coats, yellow shirts, and little polka dot bow ties.  They were singing as they came in.  They were singing to the tune of “I Dream of Jeannie with the Light Brown Hair.”  Except, the words were:  “I dream of Linda in the Light Brown Shit.”

They each hunkered down around the tub – one in front, one behind, and one on each side.  Then they began farting.  And, oddly enough, their individual voice parts could be determined from their farts.  The bass had a loud, deep fart that seemed to rumble from the bottom of a huge barrel.  The 1^st tenor had a high piercing fart that could have come from a woman.  The baritone and 2^nd tenor were actually harmonizing with their farts.  It sounded like a “two-toned” doorbell!

Soon, they were actually farting out a rudimentary tune.  It was “Won’t You Come Home Bill Bailey?” 

Oh sure, every note was not pitch perfect (after all they were doing it with their ass)!  But, nonetheless, the tune was certainly recognizable.

Then, the quartet began to shit.  Their shits were perfectly synchronized and landed in the tub with perfect timing, all of them exactly together.  She had just been shit on with perfect harmony and timing!  However, as good as they were, their shit still stunk!

When they had finished, they stayed hunkered down.  The midget moved quickly from one to another, reaching around, and gleefully wiped each tuneful ass.  After forcing Linda to smell each soiled toilet paper, he simply dropped the filthy wads into the tub.  As Linda continued to stare downward, she felt as though she was staring down into the hole of an old country outhouse!

Finally, the quartet arose and exited the room, humming as they went.  The midget did a strange dance around the tub.  He was as gross as he was little.

For the next few hours, more men came into the room to do their business.  Apparently, the man knew many ass holes who wanted to shit in a tub containing a pudgy, middle-aged woman!

When the shit and liquids finally reached above her knees, the parade of shitters ended.  The midget finally left, happy to the max for the work he had done.  Linda was now quivering and blubbering. 

Her legs were in agony from the stressed position.  Her arms felt like mush from being held up so long.  Her sense of smell had long since been overwhelmed.  She had been diminished to the lowest form of life.  Things became worse.

The man walked up to her and held two small children’s pails beneath her line of sight.  Each was decorated with colorful stars and smiley faces.  Attached to the bale of each pale was a short chain.  Attached to the free end of each chain was a vicious looking alligator clip.

Her eyes were dull from her trauma but she sensed a new height of fear as she saw the clips.  Without preamble, he attached a clip to her left and right nipple.  The pain was devastating.  She felt as though her nipples were being chewed off.

Then, the man took a scoop and began searching through the shit for particular turds.  When he found one he wanted, he scooped it up and placed it in one of the pails.  He explained that he was looking for just the right turd – not to soft, not to hard – but just right.

Then, as though remembering something at the last minute, he said, “I’m sorry.  Where are my manners?  Do you prefer ‘light’ or ‘dark’?”

The meaning of this escaped her and, reflexively, she shrugged her shoulders.  This was a mistake and is brought sharper pain to her nipples.  She shrieked!

He responded, “Not to worry – I’ll give you a variety pack.”

With each load dropped in a pail, her nipples were being stretched and tortured.  Soon, each pail was full of shit and she was wailing at the top of her lungs.  Her crying caused her chest to shake and this only accentuated the pain she was suffering.

He then explained that she had the power to remove the weight that was stressing her body.  All she had to do was eat it!

She began moaning, “Please, please, just kill me, please, just kill me!”

His words leaped out as sharp as a whip, “You stupid cunt!  The word ‘me’ is not in your vocabulary.  You will pay!”

Although deep in pain and indignity, she tried to make amends, “This lowly cunt is so sorry.  Please forgive this sorry piece of ass.  Please kill this filthy cunt that does not deserve to live!”

He responded, “But I am killing you, although not physically.  I’m killing your self-respect, your old standards, your phobias, and anything else you hold dear.  When you are finally resurrected, you will realize that as you please me, I will bring pleasure to you.  Although pleasure for you will be defined completely different than anything you ever imagined!  Now for your punishment for your stupid indiscretion”

She thought, “My god, punishment?  What the hell have I been going through?”

He added some thoughts, “You do not deserve to have me tending to you for the remainder of the day.  The fucking midget can tend to you.  He will feed you!  You will suck his dick!  He will invade you!”

Through her pain she was not sure of the meaning of all of this but it was too much for her to bear mentally, she began sobbing and promising anything if he would not force her to eat the shit.  He simply smiled and thumped one of the pails.  It immediately began swinging and adding to the torture to her tit.

As he left the room, the midget entered, dragging a stepstool behind him.  He was still naked.  His little dick was erect.  He smiled with a mouthful of little teeth.

He pulled up the stool before her and climbed to the top step.  His dick was exactly even with her mouth.  He said in a tiny voice, “Suck me off or I will step into the two pails with both feet.”

Her nipples felt as though a pit bull was pulling on them.  She could not imagine what it would feel like to have any additional weight, even this little man’s weight.  She instantly opened her mouth wide.

He plunged his hips forward and his dick and both balls immediately entered her oral cavity.

She was shocked!  She had not thought of sucking his balls and dick at the same time.  Nonetheless, she knew she must comply.  She began sucking and making love to his package with her tongue.  It was amazing how adept she had become due to the coercion to which she had been promised for noncompliance.

His dick became more solid although not a lot larger.  His balls twitched.  He began breathing rapidly through his mouth.  She could feel the ultra fine pubic hairs brushing on her mouth.  She didn’t care.  However, her oral action was swinging the pails of shit that were hanging from her nipples.  This hurt like a son-of-a-bitch but she stayed with her task. 

Suddenly he came.  The volume of his load was small but the force was gigantic!  She felt as though the back of her throat was hit with a pellet gun.  She continued to work his whole package and he dribbled little dribbles into her mouth.  She swallowed all of it gamely.  While he was still in her mouth, she cleaned him thoroughly.  When he finally withdrew with a pop, there were no dribbles.

He produced a tablespoon from somewhere.  It looked like a scoop in his miniature hands.  He bent down to the pail on her left nipple and took a spoonful.  He held it before her mouth.  He said, “Eat or I will step into the pails.”

She ate.  It tasted like shit.  It was shit.  She gagged.  Some went up into her sinus cavities.  She swallowed.  It came back up but she held it in her mouth.  She swallowed again.  She knew she must if she was to salvage any part of her tits and nipples.

He kept at it and it seemed to take an eternity.  She was full!  She was full of shit!

The midget used both hands to open the alligator clips.  She screamed as the blood came flowing back into her nipples.  Then the little man climbed down from his perch and plunged his hands into the shit that came up to her knees.  His hands would barely reach the bindings the secured her ankles but he made it and he released her from her ties to the tub.

At the same time she heard a whirring sound and she felt herself being lifted into the air by the cord that held up her arms.  The weight felt terrible but it felt good to have her legs come together.  Shit seemed to be dripping from her from everywhere.

Two huge naked men came in.  They ignored Linda completely.  They simply picked up the tub of shit and left.  Then a man who had been castrated entered.  He looked strange without any equipment.  He took the shower head, turned on the water, and cleaned her thoroughly.  He seemed to have no feeling for her whatsoever.  She could have been a car or a boat from his demeanor.  But, when he finished, she was clean.  Then the eunuch cleaned the midget.  The “man” left when he had completed his tasks.

The midget walked up to Linda and told her to spread her legs.  She complied instantly.  The top of the little man’s head just came up to the bottom of her bush.  Without ceremony, he reached up with his left hand and plunged it into her pussy, all the way up to his elbow.  Linda screamed!

He adjusted his stance, took his right hand, and plunged it into her ass hole, again up to his elbow.  Now Linda was screaming unendingly.

He began working the fingers of his pussy hand and found her G spot.  She had heard about it but doubted its existence.  Her doubts were removed.  She came in the most intense orgasm she could have ever imagined.  Now he was working both hands and she was immersed in pain and ecstasy.  She felt as though she had been invaded by ten erotic white worms.  She was having trouble standing but she knew if she fell on him she would probably kill him.  She could not imagine the punishment for that!  Plus, she would lose all of these orgasms she was experiencing.

For the next few hours she was subjected to one orgasm after another.  She was in another world.  Another time.  Another place.  She begged for more.  She urged him onward.  Her body was dripping with sweat.  Her pussy was a swamp.  Her ass hole was pulsating, urging his short arm even further upward.

Finally, her body gave it up.  She collapsed in a state of complete unconsciousness.  The midget had been ready for this – he had been down this road before.  In one swift motion he withdrew from her and jumped away.

Day 5 was over!

The Resurrection of Linda

Chapter 7 – Linda Gets Branded & Pierced (Day 7)

Linda was curled up on her side on the floor, her knees drawn up, her right thumb in her mouth, and her ‘tail’ of tassel & bell was waving gently in the air.  She was sobbing slightly and dried tears coated her face.  Fresh tears were forming constantly.

She was mulling over what she now thought was the most astonishing thing that had ever been done to her.  She had been struck with a whip!  Now it is unbelievably astonishing to believe that this slight whipping was the most astonishing thing that had ever happened to her!  Especially when you consider what else had happened to her.  She had been fucked in every aperture.  She had eaten cum, shit, piss, and dog food!  Pubic hair had been ripped from her.  She had been naked now for six days although she thought it had probably been for nine or ten days.  A strange device was implanted in her ass hole!  She had been reduced to the level of being a dog!  She was expected to present her private parts and, then, lick dick and balls and ass hole!  Yet, strangely enough, she was dwelling one hundred percent on the notion of being beaten!

For, you see, since the time that her pudgy bottom was smacked when she was fresh out of the womb – she had never been hit.  Sure, she had seen it done to others.  But, she had never dreamed it would happen to her!  It makes one wonder if she had ever imagined any of these other things happening to her?  Yet, the truth is, she had never even imagined that these other things even existed!

Also, Linda was quite perplexed!  She didn’t know what to think about sex now.  Up until these last few days she had looked upon sex as an obligation and somewhat of a hardship.  It simply wasn’t what it was cracked up to be.  Now, during these past days, she had experienced feelings that she didn’t know existed.  True, she had suffered incredible pain and degradation – but – she had also had orgasms that surpassed anything written about in Harlequin romance books!  Then, she heard the door begin to open.

She immediately rolled over onto her knees, put her head and shoulders to the floor, reached behind herself and pulled her butt cheeks apart.  Her decorated tail waved in the air, ringing the bell on the end.

As he entered he admired his progress thus far with her.  Not bad!  With her ass cheeks spread apart he could see the butt end of the phallus just protruding from her clenched ass hole.  He had to admit he was being somewhat turned on by her.  Also, he thought she might be losing a bit of her pudgy fat that was so distracting.  Perhaps it was the diet he had placed her on.  He speculated that dog food, shit, and piss might even be high protein and low carbs.  He made a mental note to check that out sometime.

As he walked up to her his dick was just barely aroused.  Her ‘tail’ seemed to beckon him to her.  He allowed himself to be beckoned.  He reached down and slowly pulled the tail from her ass.  To her, it felt as though she was taking a shit.  Somehow, it was a good feeling.  She remembered once in a movie where a character had said, “Taking a good shit can almost be a religious experience.”

She didn’t know what religion he was talking about but she had to admit that her ass felt better.  It also looked better to the man.  He was pleased to see that her ass hole remained gaping open wide.

There were three things that really turned him on.  One was a set of large nipples that were deep red or even purple.  Well, Linda surely didn’t fulfill any aspirations of this.  Her nipples were almost little boy nipples.  And, they were so light in pinkish color that they were barely discernable on her sagging breasts.

Another turn-on for him was a disheveled patch of pussy hair.  The longer and scragglier the better.  She certainly fulfilled that dream twice over.  With the strip of bare skin down the center of her pubic hair, her two patches of hair looked like a wig for Bozo the Clown.  Her pubic hair was long and went in every direction.  Only a small portion of the hair was even curly or kinky.  He loved it!

The final turn-on for him was a gaping ass hole.  He loved to admire the pink part just inside the anal ring.  Then, there was the dark tunnel that seemed to say, “Come on in!”  He soon would!

Physiology took over.  His eyes sent the image to his brain.  His brain said, “Holy Shit”, this is erotic and began sending the appropriate message to his dick.  His dick was now standing tall and proud, engorged to the max, and ready for action.

Without further adieu he knelt behind her and slowly began to insert his dick into the waiting tunnel.  The tunnel had been pre-shaped by many hours of the model dick and her ass barely made mention of the change in tools.  After all, they were both the same shape and size.

After his tool was fully inserted he held that position for what seemed like an incredibly long period of time.  She was smitten with strange emotions.  She could feel his dick pulsating deep inside her bowels.  The large head was particularly sensual as it seemed to grow larger with each pulsation.  She could feel his body hair pressing against her ass cheeks.  His sack of balls was tenderly caressing her pussy lips.  She could feel the hair on his nuts kissing her clitoris.  Then he began stroking her with his hands.

First he placed his hands on each side of her hips.  Then, he began slowly bringing them along her skin until they met in the center of her back, just above the crack of her ass.  His fingers were kneading her muscles, sending tingles up and down her body.  The palms of his hands were gently pressing up and down on her body.  He began slowly, almost barely perceptibly, moving upward along the center of her back.  Her pussy was becoming wet and coating his sack.

When his fingers reached the top of her back, he separated his hands and curled them around her shoulders.  Then he began massaging her firmly and erotically.  His hands began moving back until they became even with her shoulder blades.  Then, he moved them around the outside of her body until each hand was filled with one of her tits.  He loved the weight of a woman’s breasts when they were handing down freely in the air.

He began massaging her bosom.  The index finger of each of his hands slowly described a circle around each areola.  She was moaning.  She could tell that she was near orgasm.  He also could discern that she was near orgasm.  He drew his hands away from her body and somehow controlled the pulsations of his tool that was imbedded in her back door.  To her sorrow, her approaching orgasm subsided.

Then he slowly withdrew his dick until the head of his tool was just inside her anal ring.  She was becoming quite despondent now as she thought he was leaving her.  He didn’t.  Instead, with a slow reciprocating motion, he began cycling in and out of her body.  The sound of wet skin moving against wet skin could be heard like the slurping of an animal at a bloody feast.  His pre-cum had thoroughly wet the tissues of her anal chute.

She was gasping for air as she experienced a sexual arousal such as she had never encountered.  His sack was swinging freely now and with each input of dick, his balls bounced against her clitoris.  Each time this happened she cried out with a loud “Oh my god!”

Sweat was running down his body now.  It was commingling with the sweat that she, herself, was producing in torrents.  Her pussy was completely soaked as were his balls from her pussy juice.  Her thighs were trembling and her tits were swinging like the pendulum of a clock that was running much too rapidly.

Then, in one of those situations that is so often alluded to in sex books (but rarely occurs), they both came at the same time in monumental orgasms!  He filled her bowels with his seed!  He shot into her once, twice, thrice!   She was screaming now, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

He was grunting with each expulsion of his jism.  Finally, his dick stopped shooting and simply began seeping out the remnants of what he had left.  No doubt the little sperm fishes in his seed were trying to figure out where in the hell they were as they probably swam in circles trying to hone in on what should be their home target!  Her pussy lips were opening and closing.  Her backdoor tunnel was squeezing his tool, hoping for more fulfillments.

As he withdrew, the rim of his dick head pulled some of the whitish/brownish substance from her ass.  As it was expelled it slowly ran between her thighs and onto her pubic hair.

As he stood and backed away a bit he started to tell her to resume the first position.  However, somehow, she anticipated that she should be doing this and, even as he spoke, she had quickly reached back with both hands and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart.  He was pleased with the progression of her training, subservience, and anticipation.

Her ass hole gaped open to cavern-like proportions.  It was a beautiful sight!  Just inside the anal rim he could see a pool of his cum sitting in the middle of the pink part.  Apparently her inner tunnel was still convulsing from the experience to which it had been subjected.  With each convulsion the pool of cum rose slightly as some of it leaked out of her ass hole, flowing down to one of the patches of her pussy hair.

After looking at her ass and his jism for a rather long period of time, he told her to release her position and assume the second position.  She did without hesitation.  She released her ass cheeks, spun around on her hands and knees, rose to her knees, and took hold of her breasts.  Then, she shuffled up to him with her mouth open wide with eagerness and anticipation.

Her mouth and tongue leaped on to his groin with a newfound fervor!  Her tongue and lips were everywhere.  Truthfully, he was not sure if she was following the sequence of oral technique that he had originally outlined!  However, what she was doing was so good that he didn’t give a shit!

She was eagerly ingesting the cum and shit that coated his shaft.  Her tongue was plunging in to his sack hair and, ultimately, into his sack and balls.  She would take clumps of slimy pubic hair into her mouth, close her lips around the clump, and slowly pull back to remove anything that coated the hair.  Of course, some of the pubic hairs came loose from their fragile anchor.  These, she swallowed without even hesitating.  She could tell that his dick was swelling again and pulsating with desire.  She fulfilled that desire as she opened her mouth wide and took the huge dickhead in to her mouth.  She began sucking and massaging his tool with her tongue.  He was responding!  His dick was pulsating.  His balls were contracting in anticipation of sending out another message of cum.  And, the message was sent in the format of a huge glob of cum that felt like a high-powered bullet hitting the very back of her throat!  Even that was not enough to satisfy her.  She was sucking harder and forming a tight seal around his tool with her lips.  She didn’t want to lose one single drop of the precious fluid!  She didn’t.  It now resided in her stomach!

He was satisfied.  A simple statement but it said more than could be said with a million words.  He was satisfied!

Now, it was part two of his plan for the day.  He placed his arms beneath her and easily picked her up.  She put her arms around his neck and buried her face in his mat of chest hair.  Their wet bodies were completely pressed against one another and, somehow, his dick was still partially erect.  As he walked across the room she could feel his tool bobbing up to hit the underside of her body.  It felt good!

Good feelings were soon to end.

He placed her gently on to the examining table.  He secured her wrists and ankles to the four corners.  She was in a daze and had still not recovered from her sexual experience.  She was almost oblivious to what he was doing.  He ran straps around her stomach, centered on her belly button.  He ran another set of straps just above her breasts.  He ran straps around each thigh, just below her pussy.  He pulled them all tight so that she was so secure as not to be able to move any part of her body whatsoever.

Now, at this moment, Linda was distracted by a lot of things that her senses were experiencing.  The table was designed so that her head was supported by an oval extension that protruded from the head of the table.

He was standing at the head in such a manner that his pubic hair was just barely touching the left cheek of her face.  She could smell his sex!  She could still smell the lingering odors on his package that were a result of him being in her anus.  Although once she would have been repelled by this pungent odors, she was now smitten!

Also, she could see herself in the ceiling mirrors above her.  She had never seen herself in this position.  The bindings were so tight across her torso that her tits were not able to slide down to her armpits as they normally would have done when lying on her back.  Oh sure, they weren’t perky, they weren’t ‘saluting the flag’, but at least they weren’t disappearing to some strange region of her body.

And, she could see her pussy quite well with her thighs forced to be spread apart.  She was actually becoming accustomed to the ‘landing strip’ that separated her pussy hair in to two patches.  And, she could see her pussy lips and she noted that they were pulsating slightly.  She thought she might even be able to see her clitoris peeking out shyly.

Then her partial ecstasy turned to horror as he explained freeze branding.

“In the old days, cattlemen marked their cattle with a hot branding iron.  This has its drawbacks, especially when used on humans.  It leaves an unpleasant looking scar.  In the last few decades, cattlemen have turned to ‘freeze branding’.   It leaves an even clearer image and it doesn’t scar nearly as badly.  Instead it kills all pigmentation that it touches.  This is especially effective with humans.  The branding iron is lowered to a temperature below zero and then applied just as a hot iron used to be applied.  It does hurt just as badly as a hot branding iron but the final image is fantastic.”

She was shaking now with fear.  Her body was covered with goose bumps.  Somehow, this made her mediocre breasts suddenly look a bit better.  He was o.k. with that.

He went on:  “Although you are quite white in appearance, there is pigmentation that gives you some color beyond pure white.  As I brand you, and pigmentation is destroyed, the resulting image will be a very pleasing ‘white-on-white’.  I think you will be pleased.”

Well, it sure as hell didn’t sound pleasing to her!

“Here’s what I’m going to put on you – on your left tit will be the word ‘Bitch’.  On your right tit will be the word ‘Cunt’.  Just above your pubic hair line will be the words ‘Will Fuck for Free’.  In the strip down the middle of your pussy hair will be the words ‘Thursday’.  The letters in this last brand will be vertical of course for the sake of aesthetics.”

This last inscription confused her.

He knew she was confused about ‘Thursday’ so he explained.  “When your thirty days here are up . . .”

He saw the look of hope in her eyes as he had just confirmed that there was an end in sight.

He dashed these hopes somewhat as he continued, “After your time here you are free to live your life as you choose except on Thursdays.  You will be a part of my time-share program.”

She was beginning to feel that something bad was going to be explained.

“I have a time-share program where someone can fuck a bitch every night of the week for one month.  You will be Thursday’s fuck.  That means that every Thursday you must stay home and you must be naked for the entire twenty-four hours.  When there is a knock at your door, you will answer.  If the person at the door says, ‘Let me see your brands.’ you will know that he is the one whom you are to give pleasure.”

Now, a look of horror was spreading over her countenance.

“Not to worry.  They are not allowed to place any permanent scars on your person.  However, everything else they want to do is permissible.  The good news is that you will know that the same person will be using you every Thursday for an entire month.  The other good news is that you will know that every month you will have a new person using you.”

She did not seem to think that any of this was good news.  And, tears were rolling from her eyes as she was moaning audibly. 

He went on:  “But back to the branding.  After doing your front side, I will roll you over.  Just above the crack of your ass will be the brand, ‘I like it in the Ass’.  On your left cheek will be placed the word ‘Bitch’ and can you guess what will be placed on your right cheek?” 

She was able to guess!  He knew, of course, that she would be able to guess.  It was as easy a question as the crossword puzzle in “TV Guide”.  However, he found that a person felt more involved when they were able to participate.  She would be participating for real in a few moments!

“All in all, he continued, “I think you will be pleased”

Finally she spoke.  “Please don’t do this to your lowly bitch-cunt.”

He was pleasantly surprised to hear her still able to remember the correct terminology despite her obvious stress at the moment.

He left the room and when he returned she knew that things were going to get rough!  He was pushing a cart on wheels and atop the cart was a reservoir that apparently contained some type of liquid because she could hear it sloshing around.  As he drew closer to her she could see somewhat by using the overhead mirrors that were on the ceiling.  It was indeed a vat of some kind of liquid.  She could not, however, see the lower shelf of the cart.  It was just as well, she would not have liked what she saw.  She would see it – and feel it – soon enough!

He stood by her head again and idly stroked his dick as he explained the procedure to her.

“The liquid is isopropyl alcohol.  In a moment I am going to drop a cake of dry ice in the alcohol to lower the temperature to a level that is obviously quite cold.”

Then he reached to the bottom shelf of the cart and picked up a branding iron. 

He continued explaining, “This branding iron has a head made of brass.  The head contains letters that are two inches tall.  There are several branding irons and each has the words I told you about earlier.  When the temperature of the alcohol is lowered to 170 degrees Fahrenheit – below zero – I will place the iron in the liquid.”

Linda was moaning louder now as he continued.

“When the iron is placed in the liquid, the liquid will appear to boil.  This is because the iron was at room temperature when placed in the super cold alcohol.  When the boiling subsides, I will remove the brand and place it on the appropriate place of your body.  I will have to hold to your bare skin with a lot of force and for a time of 45 seconds.”

Now she put aside all semblance of control as she begged, “Please, god, no, no, no!”

He placed the brand in the liquid and the alcohol began bubbling furiously.  As her begging became louder he put his right index finger to her lips to shush her.  She did.

He went on, “When the iron touches your skin you will feel pain such as you never dreamed existed.  You will scream so loudly that it will sound as though you are ripping out your vocal cords.  That’s the bad news.  The good news is that you will lose consciousness within ten seconds.  Then you will feel nothing until I revive you.  Then we will continue with other parts of your body.  This first one will go just above the line of your pussy hair.”

She was sobbing uncontrollably now.  Snot was running freely from her nose and coating both sides of her face.  Some was going in to her mouth.  It simply bubbled back through her lips as she sobbed loudly.

Then he did it.  He placed the incredibly cold brand directly on to the skin of her tummy.  His predictions were exactly on target.  She did not feel cold.  She felt as though a red hot poker had been placed directly on to a super sensitive part of her body.  It was burning through her!  And, to make matters worse, he was leaning on the handle of the brand, firmly pushing down.  His force alone, even with a brand that was at room temperature, would have been quite painful.  This however went beyond anything imaginable.  She did scream!  She screamed at a level that hurt the human ear.  There are no vowels to fully define her scream; however, it was something like this –

“eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!”

This crescendo of screaming seemed to go on forever but, in fact, it lasted for exactly ten seconds.  Then her brain no longer felt anything.

When she regained consciousness she was emotionally and physically spent.  Her body was drenched in sweat.  As she looked in the overhead mirror she saw the brand on her tummy, between her belly button and her pubic hair.  The letters in the mirror were backwards but she knew what they said – Will Fuck for Free.

Oddly enough, she did not feel any pain.  This thoroughly confused her.  He saw the puzzled look in her eyes and explained to her that he had placed a numbing salve on her wound and she would feel nothing for the next hour or so.  Then, phenomenal paid would return unless he administered a new dosage of salve.  The application was up to her.  He could tell she understood the import of his message.

“Now it’s time for ‘Thursday’ to be applied to your pussy landing strip.”

She tried to shudder but the bindings restrained this, too.  She simply shook inwardly and cried loudly.

Again he pressed a branding iron to the bare strip in the middle of her pubic hair and pressed downward with all of his might.

There was a repeat of the previous scenario.  He completed all of the brandings – front and back – and, as she lay unconscious – he rolled her back and forth between front and back so as to admire his handiwork.  He was tired.  He decided that branding was hard work and he hoped she appreciated the effort he had put in to it!  But, she probably wouldn’t.  Women really were unappreciative of the effort their men went to!

When she regained her senses she discovered she was standing in the middle of the room with her arms secured to the ceiling above.  She could see herself in the mirrors – both front and back.  It was not a dream!  She had been marked!  She had been branded!  She would wear these for an eternity!  She was truly ruined!

And, she could feel the pain coming back as his salve was wearing off.  The pain was almost as strong as the branding itself except now it was multiplied by the multiple burns that had been imposed upon her canvas of skin.

He was to her side and he spoke, “It’s time for another application of salve.  Do you want it.”

She spoke with fervor, “Your humble bitch-cunt begs for relief.  I will do anything!”

“Do you mean that?  Do you mean you will do anything willingly?”

She answered with all the vigor and sincerity she could muster:  “I promise you – I really, truly, deeply promise you – I will do anything you ask if you just give me relief!”  Her voice trembled as she spoke.

He said, “I will consider that a verbal contract.  You WILL be held to it.  If you break the contract, brands will be placed on every bare patch of skin on your body.  Do not fail me – no – do not fail yourself!”

She replied, “I will not fail.”

Then he gave her more news.  “I was going to do piercing on you today.  However, this work has really tired me out.  Let’s postpone it until tomorrow.”

She looked at him strangely and she had strange feelings.  He would have been pleased to know that she actually felt sorry for him because he was tired from doing things for her.  She had turned a big corner!

Oblivious to her thought processes, he began applying soothing lotion to the slightly swollen areas that had just been insulted so viciously.  Day 7 had ended.