Picking and Choosing
Chapter 6
My initial reaction to what piggy just did was a move toward her in
order to bash her head in. Halfway there I made a very smart decision and
pulled in my horns. From the looks of things she was so busy having a
semi-nervous breakdown, that any physical move on my part would have been
wasted. On top of that I really wasn't into pulling the wings off flies, even
though I tried to project that kind of personality when it was to my advantage.
This was definitely not the time to be heavy-handed. Poor piggy was probably so
fragile at this moment that even a frown might send her off the cliff. So, nice
guy that I am, I merely waited patiently for her to realize that I hadn't busted
her head open or tried to cram it down the toilet.
When she finally got the nerve to look up at me, all I did was shake my
head and sigh, bringing a look of surprise to her pudgy, tear-stained face. She
was a sight, with a mixture of tears and vomit dripping off her face and landing
on those big soft tits. I made my move and let her know I was pissed off at what
she had just done, and was going to take a walk to calm down before we had a
nice long chat about what I would do to her tomorrow to even things up. I warned
her that if she hadn't cleaned up the mess she made or decided to take a powder,
things between us were finished forever. Before she could say anything in return
I was out the door.
My good buddy, Ralph, was sitting at his usual place in the bar, a half
empty glass before him. I gave him the high sign, ordered a drink and told the
bartender to give him another of whatever he was drinking. We took our drinks
back to a booth so we could talk seriously about certain things such as piggy
and what I planned to do to and for her, hopefully with his help.
Ralph really liked the idea of having a chance to get into Peggy's
asshole, especially when I described how exceptional it was. I let him in on my
idea to start piggy off in amateur fuck films and then move her up to mainline
stuff once I'd trimmed most of the fat off her. I explained that although she
was a dim bulb, it would still take some work on my part as well as some other
folks I planned on involving before she bought in completely to the plan to make
her a star in the world of specialty porn flicks.
His eyes lit up when I described his role as my stunt cock when it came
to piggy. He'd be able to practice all the things I wanted her to do while I
looked on and critiqued her efforts. I remember how he started breathing hard
when I said, "Let me give you an example. She needs to learn how to handle ass
to mouth without getting grossed out by things. It will be your cock that goes
straight from her ass to her mouth, and the way I'm training her, your cock will
be covered with her shit. Once she learns how to handle that, she's ready for
anything the pros can throw at her. But before that happens, she'll be able to
get some additional experience in the amateur stuff. By then she should be
getting recognized as a budding non-pro porn star. This is only one example of
what I'm talking about. By the time I'm done she will be able to handle anything
that the pros are doing or can dream up. Not only that, we'll start moving into
other stuff where the real money is."
I liked the look on his face when I teased him about the kinky stuff.
Whether or not Ralph was my man would depend in large part on how he handled
himself with the easy stuff. I wasn't going to tell him just yet about the S&M
and dominance routines; not the phony stuff that you could find at the local
emporium of filth, but the real stuff that was made off-shore and commanded big
money. The idea of foreign travel just might appeal to Ralph. If not him, there
was always some down and out ex-porn star looking for a way to get enough money
to handle his drug habit or whatever fix he had gotten himself into. To seal the
deal I invited Ralph to come over tomorrow, late in the afternoon, and give me a
hand fucking over piggy for some bad things she'd did. He nodded his head and
his eyes were really big. I had just successfully recruited my first team piggy
member.
Returning to my place I went inside and took a look around. For one
brief moment I had that sinking feeling in my gut because little piggy wasn't in
the living room. However I did notice that an effort had been made to clean up
the mess; it wasn't perfect, but it would probably do until I had a chance to
make her do it over with her tongue while I grudge fucked her ass. On a hunch I
went into the bedroom and there she was in all her chubbiness. My flabby,
near-sighted, fuck tool and budding porn star had assumed the position, and was
staring straight at me as she pumped that plump cunt back and forth, waiting for
me to acknowledge her existence.
I approached close enough so that I could kick her right in that fat
belly. She gasped, her eyes popped and she toppled over onto her back, clutching
her gut. "You did a real shitty job of cleaning up your mess. I'm not sure
you're going to be worth the touble to train properly. First you fucking lie to
me about you and your mom, then you mess up my carpet and don't clean it up
properly and now you're in my bedroom without my permission. I told you that you
were supposed to be in the living room presenting yourself to whoever walked
through the door. Instead, where do I find you? In my fucking bedroom, that's
where! Who gave you permission to do that, well?" At that point I kicked her in
the side, but only hard enough to make her nervous. I didn't want to mark her up
unless she really pissed me off.
Piggy caught her breath long enough to begin blubbering. I moved over
her and drew back my fist, causing her the cringe and cover up, as I said to her
in my nastiest tone, "Shut the hell up so I can think about what to do to you
for being such a stupid fuckup." Piggy quieted down and looked at me from
between her arms. To make her even more uncomfortable I made a big deal about
looking at my watch and then grinning. I knew before I left the bar that
technically it was Saturday, gig day for my little porn star in the making.
I grabbed her by the hair and snarled, "I'm taking you out to the living
room and giving you a couple of gigs worth of punishment before I go to bed.
Then you are going to show me just how sorry you are for causing me all this
grief. I expect a world class blowjob from you and god help you if you so much
as spill a drop when I cum in your dumb mouth. For the rest of the night you are
staying out there, tied up and gagged so I know where to find your sorry ass
when I wake up. Tomorrow I'm going to beat you like a drum whenever I'm not
grudge fucking your asshole. You are getting a major league thrashing for your
behavior. Then on top of that you'll be servicing a friend of mine later on in
the day when I'll be probably sick and tired of fucking your sorry ass."
Little piggy's eyes got big when I mentioned having someone around for
her to entertain. I was going to keep her in suspense during the day. By the
time Ralph showed up she'd be half crazy from worrying about who this guy was
and what he was going to do to her while I looked on. I made her crawl out to
the living room and bend over the arm of the couch.
I decided to play with her mind a bit. "Do you understand what two gigs
mean?" I asked, pinching one of her fat, flabby tits, bringing a yelp from her.
I had to admit that the question as stated was sort of open-ended, but what the
hell, it was intended to make her realize just how pitiful she was. She
stammered and said, "Two on my ass with a paddle, four across my tits with a
strap and two on my cunt with a special paddle." Secretly I was impressed that
she remembered; that was a very good sign, piggy was finally listening to
everything I told her. There was hope for her yet, that is if she survived the
amount of punishment she was going to get starting in the morning.
She opened her mouth to let me fill it with a rag and then tape it in
place. I certainly did not want to attract any attention from my neighbors. The
paddles were stored under the couch, ready for use on her. I moved them to the
coffee table, allowing her a good look at what was about to be used on her bare
ass and cunt. She stared at the two wooden paddles, one round and thick, the
other more oblong and thinner, with a number of holes drilled through it. The
latter was the pussy paddle, a vicious implement which could ruin a cunt without
too much trouble.
The guy that sold it to me showed a film of some German pain slut
getting worked over with it. After two whacks her cunt had swelled up so much
that the guy couldn't even get his finger into her twat. I remember the sound
she made when he tried; it was like an wounded animal in its death agonies. When
he hit her with it the third time she puked and passed out; her cunt looked like
a baboon's ass by then.
I ordered piggy to lean her ass back on the arm of the couch and spread
her cunt lips apart to give me a target for the pussy paddle. She did as she was
told but was shaking like a leaf as she waited for the first blow. I teased her
by holding the paddle against her wide spread cunt mouth and rubbing the wood
back and forth over it. She started to sweat and shiver at the same time.
Without warning I drew it back and slammed it into her cunt dead center. There
was a sound like something wet hitting the ground after a long fall, and then
she let out a muted howl that lasted for a long time. Her hands started to
frantically rub the blistered flesh that had just been smashed flat, while she
did a little dance of pain and the tears streamed down her cheeks.
I made her turn around to present her broad ass for a good pounding from
the bigger and thicker paddle. For this I wanted to use both hands, turning the
paddle into a kinf of baseball bat. She bent at the waist, trying to grasp her
ankles, but falling short due to her pot belly. While she still struggled to
touch her ankles I let her have the first blow. The paddle landed with such
force that it actually lifted her off the floor for a brief second before she
toppled onto her face, muffled screams coming from her. I ordered her to stand
up and get ready for another good one. She quivered and rubbed her sore ass,
trying to recover her composure.
"Up, up, or it's another gig, and you'll get it right now. I'm tired of
screwing with you. You fool around anymore and I'll tie you down to the coffee
table and ruin your ass."
She rose to her feet, still trying to rub away the pain from that first
hit. Piggy was crying like a baby as she bent over for the second whack. I aimed
for the same spot and nailed her good. She collapsed onto the carpet with a loud
thud. The stupid cunt was going to get the neighbors upset with me; she'd pay
dearly if that happened. I leaned down and grabbed her by the hair and yanked
her head back so she could see the anger on my face. I did my best to keep my
voice under control as I warned her that anymore noise out of her and I'd kick
her out on her ass.
Piggy got the message and tried her best to calm down. I reminded her
that she still had four good ones coming to those big tit cushions, plus a
second hit from the pussy paddle. Piggy started to mumble into her gag and that
just made me get a little crazy. I must have slapped her face a half dozen times
before I got my act together once more. Then I decided to rope her down to the
coffee table, face up. That way I could lay the leather to those floppy tits and
cream her cunt with the pussy paddle without fear of disturbing the folks in my
vicinity. In that position she would also be able to suck me off while I waited
for the fifteen minutes to pass before she got the other pussy paddle shot to
that shaved snatch.
I took off my belt, wrapped it around my hand and let her get a good
look at it as I said, "You're lucky I'm a nice guy. Some guys would use the
buckle and dig holes in those big soft tits of yours, but not me. However if you
keep fucking up I may have to stop being a nice guy and use something different
on those boobs, like maybe a curtain rod."
I gave her the first one, splitting her tits right across the middle
with one stroke. She blinked the tears from her eyes, took a breath and then I
gave her another one, in the same spot. She arched her body in pain.
"What do you say to a little break?" I asked, and she nodded quickly. I
reached down and ripped off the tape and pulled the wet rag from her mouth. Then
I settled down on her belly and pulled out my cock so I could place it between
her tits. "Let's see how a a nice tit fucking feels." I said, leaning forward
and sliding my hardening rod between those big,soft meat bags. Once I was fully
hard I started poking my cock into her mouth on every pass through the tit
tunnel I created by crushing her boobs together to provide as much friction as
possible. I instructed her to start using her tongue on the head as it moved
from the tit valley and approached her open mouth.
It wasn't too long before I felt that tingling in my ball sack; I was
getting ready to make a deposit into piggy's mouth. When I came, I grabbed her
head and held it steady as I wedged my spurting cock as far into her mouth as it
would go. She struggled as the first couple of spurts blasted deep into her
throat, making her gag. I kept control and finished off as her face started to
take on a ruddy color, in stark contrast to her normal pasty countenance. As
blow jobs went, it was average. I wondered if that was due to her inherent
inability to do anything well, or just a lack of education. When it comes to a
scheme for making money, and this one had enormous upside potential, I'm very
optimistic. All my new porn star to-be needed was plenty of practice. I wondered
if Ralph was going to be enough for her needs.
The gag went back into her mouth and I taped her again to make sure it
stayed where it was supposed to be. I gave each of her tits a good whack right
down the middle of each big bag, flattening the nipple and leaving a welt that
now formed a cross on each tit. I took my time getting the paddle out and
properly centering it so her entire pubic mound would take the full force from
the blow. She grunted and began blinking a mile a minute, probably frightened to
death at the prospect of taking another cruel hit to her already sore twat area.
Well, I'll give her credit for being smart enough to want to avoid having her
cunt ruined by this bad boy.
I still had a minute or so to go before I could blast that fat lipped
cunt for the second time, so I amused myself by seeing how many fingers I could
stick into her pussy. To my amazement she was soaking wet! I mean she was
dripping clam sauce from that snatch like there was some kind of a cum fountain
located in her fuckbox. I thought about what that slop would do to my coffee
table, and decided that any stain she left would be cause for a major going over
with both paddles for as long as she could handle it.
Her whole body tried to jump off the table when that final shot landed
right between her chunky thighs. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as the
pain raced through her flabby form. Her twat turned crimson in seconds, and just
before I turned out the lights in the living room her cunt was developing a
nasty blue-black look to it. I was getting very tired and the thought of curling
up under the covers sounded great to me. I decided to make it even more cozy for
me by leaving the heat off. Naturally that would mean piggy was going to spend a
very uncomfortable night as the temperature in the apartment got down into the
mid 50s.
(To be continued)
