Pussy Whipped Wimp

                               Pussy Whipped Wimp - Chapter 9 revised

       Rosalita and Ricardo were still occupying the room, but Salvatore was not to be found. Later I was to discover that when Roxy's boyfriend awoke from his stupor he became belligerent and picked a fight with Ricardo. Rosita's boyfriend proceeded to beat him to a pulp, nearly killing him. Rosalita and Roxy had to shield the battered Salvatore from Ricardo's fury with their own bodies. Roxy's former boyfriend had lost numerous teeth that were strewn all over the floor, his jaw looked as if it was broken, his nose wa definitely broken and both eyes were swollen shut. Once they calmed Ricardo down, he dragged his opponent into the rear of the motel and tossed him into the dumpster while his girlfriend watched to make sure he did not resume beating up the man.

       Rosalita was trying to revive her boyfriend for one last good screwing before she had to go to work. Her lips were puckered from the nearly continuous suction she had been applying to Ricardo's cock for who knew how long. Since he'd been doing Roxy, a most demanding sex partner in her own right, as well as the maid for most of the night and early morning, his cock was sore and at best semi-hard. Even the repeated promises from his girlfriend that he could have as much of her asshole as he wanted was not incentive enough to get him sufficiently stiff to fuck her in any hole, no matter how accommodating her position. My arrival on the scene changed the situation considerably. Although I looked a mess, my genitals were still hidden from sight and my small-boned body plus what was left of my sexy ensemble seemed to have an affect on him. It appeared that he was too weary from his exertions to even recognize me for who I was.

       Rosalita immediately put me to work, shoving me onto the bed so I could begin sucking his big cock. Despite all the cock sucking I'd done so far this evening and morning, my improved technique must have overcome my exhaustion because I was feeling that tube of man-meat growing as my mouth coated it with saliva and sucked it clean in what seemed to be an endless cycle. Rosalita joined in and worked her middle finger up into my rectum, probing to find my prostate. My penis jumped involuntarily when her fingernail grazed it and then returned to do even more. She moved over to her boyfriend and managed to get her digit inserted in his tight asshole; he was too tired to object. Once she got it deep enough to begin stimulating his overworked prostate, his response to my efforts began to definitely improve.

       The maid began to croon and speak in her native tongue, which I did not understand, but it seemed to relax Ricardo to the point that I was able to make his penis become fully erect. Rosalita clapped her hands with delight and shoved me out of the way. The dark haired woman inhaled his sex organ while she cupped his testicles in the palms of her hands. She looked back towards me and pushed the palms of her hand upwards, her mouth stuffed with his hard length.

       I assumed correctly that she wished me to stimulate his testicles and so I began licking, and then sucking those pigeon eggs hanging low, indicating that he was still some time from a substantial ejaculation. Strangely, once I engulfed one and then the other, using my tongue to stimulate them, they tightened significantly and the next thing I knew, I was on the floor and Rosalita had mounted him and was busily engaged in stuffing as much of that thick piece of gristle as her vagina could contain. She rode him like a madwoman, her nails scratching his nipples until they were as stiff as his cock.

       It seemed as if she bounced her plump, buxom body on his hard length of cock for an hour, but that was not the case. She shuddered through an orgasm and rolled free of his cock, still hard but unfulfilled. Rosalita beckoned me to join her and in no time at all she was jacking off his cock into my mouth as I sucked and tried not to think about what I was doing. Surprisingly he rather quickly delivered a watery load of depleted sperm from his tired and still churning testicles, and I dutifully swallowed every drop. 

       To kill some time before leaving, Roxy and her mom dragged me into the bathroom and we all went swimming in the jacuzzi. As usual they became frisky and yours truly found himself swallowing inordinate amounts of less than pristine water as they forced me to the bottom of the jacuzzi so I could have my fill. They worked as a team, one dunking and the other choking me while I ingested large quantities of water to the point that my belly began to pooch outwards.

       Roxy, my bride of less than a week, settled her big body on the edge of the bubbling bath of water and had me perform cunnilingus on her, announcing that this would be one of my main assignments once they got me back to my place, which she told me was now her place. She made sure that I understood that the portion of her cunt, a she called it, deeper than a tongue length, was reserved only for the cocks of real men. For some odd reason I developed a minor erection as I listened to her, straining her pubic hair and lapping at those fleshy lips that had been penetrated over and over by Salvatore's cock. She giggled like a school girl as my tongue tickled her privates, declaring to Lil that her wimp husband was doing something right for a change.

       Her demeanor quickly changed as she grabbed my hair and warned me that any effort on my part to balk at signing over the house to her would go very badly for me. To illustrate her threat she put me in a choke hold and held me under the churning water until I passed out and went limp. She revived me and put my tongue, lips and mouth back to work pleasuring her hairy vulva and beyond, exactly a tongue length beyond I might add.

       Finally she grew bored with my efforts and submerged me until darkness covered my mind the way the water did my body. This time I must have consumed a considerable quantity of unfiltered water seasoned by whatever sloughed from the bodies of the two fleshy but powerful women who occupied the jacuzzi. They brought me back to consciousness with knee drops to my swollen belly causing me to spew water all over the place and gag repeatedly before finally regaining my mental as well as physical equilibrium.

       My utter humiliation and degradation were not yet complete. I had one more disgusting task to perform before my honeymoon was officially over. We returned to the bedroom to discover that Ricardo had given up trying to get any sleep, but Rosalita was still up for some additional fun. She announced to the ladies and her worn-out boyfriend that as my going away present, Rosalita wanted me to suck out every drop of his sperm that he had been pumping into her for most of the night, along with anything else he might have stirred up inside her hot, wet sex tube.

       It was apparent that the maid did not believe in personal hygiene, especially when it came to any clean-up after sex. They put me on my back with my arms at my sides, warning me that any effort to move would be punished severely. To a round of mock applause Rosalita climbed onto the bed and situated herself so that hairy, fetid sewer she called her "cunto-boxo" was glued to my mouth, nearly suffocating me with the thick pubic hair that covered her entire crotch. I licked it, I lapped it, I sucked it, I kissed it, I slobbered over it, and I tongued it for what seemed like hours.

       Rosalita kept moving around and making funny noises as I worked to suck every bit of stale cum from her vagina. She kept maneuvering her crotch by inches in one direction and then another, all the time urging me to get my tongue deeper so I could scoop out every last drop of  Ricardo's delicious cum. I was given another round of mock applause when the maid declared my task had been concluded successfully. Her boyfriend, not to be outdone, waited until I got down from the bed before giving me a kick to the groin that made me bring up a mixture of bile and mucous as I writhed in total agony, thinking I might die from being unable to catch my breath.

       On the drive back to my, or should I say my wife's house, I was given a prevue of my life to come as their slave. After checking out of the motel we went a short distance and then turned off onto a narrow road. I was ordered from the car and told to strip. Roxy produced a pair of cuffs and secured my hands behind my back, and gagged me with a pair of her foul tasting panties, held in place by some adhesive tape. I was made to climb into the trunk, where my ankles were tightly tied as well.

       Lil warned me about making any noise, especially when we were stopped at toll booths and the like. I complied and for the better part of the day I was buffeted and bounced around inside the trunk as they drove home to what was now to be their home, not mine. I was totally exhausted, terribly dehydrated, as well as bruised in a variety of areas thanks to various collisions with the trunk interior and its contents.

       When the trunk was popped, allowing some cool, fresh air to replace the heated stench I had endured for those many long hours, I felt renewed. That lasted only until my ankles were untied and they ordered me out of the trunk. The circulation to my legs was slowly returning, bringing with it cramps and a tingling sensation. My first step was a disaster; I fell forward and landed on my shoulder to avoid my face striking the pebbles that formed the driveway. Roxy kicked me hard in the ribs and I grunted and rolled over onto my back. Lil moved in and sank the heel of her shoe into my groin, causing me to have the dry heaves. Roxy took another turn and kicked me squarely in the testicles and I passed out from the pain.

       Somehow they must have dragged my naked body over the pebbles and into the side of the house, leaving me in the entry area while they freshened up. I was scratched, bruised and bleeding in more places than I knew existed on my body. Finally they returned and stood over me, their faces almost feral looking. They discussed where to store my body, as if I was no longer a person, for the night.

       When I croaked that I desperately needed water to slake the burning thirst that being in that overheated car trunk all day had caused, they grinned and snickered. Roxy asked me what it was worth to have some water. I begged and promised anything that she wanted. She leaned over,  grabbed my limp penis and replied that a nice big hard-on would be good for starters. I was distraught that she would be so nasty as to throw in my face the fact that I was less than a man when it came to sexually satisfying her.

       Fortunately for me Lil interceded, reminding her daughter that I was of no use to them if I died from dehydration. So I crawled down the hall into my bathroom, soon to be dedicated to tormenting and shaming  me, and drank my fill from the toilet bowl as the women laughed and made disparaging remarks about my size and my child-like genitals. I overdid it, and vomited up most of the water almost immediately after straightening up.

       Roxy grabbed me by the neck and plunged my face into the mess screaming for me to start drinking. I did my best and shortly thereafter I was released and dragged into one of the small rooms located in the back of the house. I slept on the floor without the benefit of any covering, shivering so hard that my teeth chattered. Twice I was roused from my fitful slumbers by cramps which caused me to rise slowly and carefully to avoid toppling over, and pace the floor until they subsided.

       I was so dehydrated that by morning I still didn't have the urge to urinate. However when I did finally awaken, I discovered that my penis was stiff as it has ever been. Immediately I thought of what my new wife might say if she saw me in this state. Would that soften her attitude toward me, or merely cause her to laugh until tears ran down her plump cheeks? Later, much later, the door was unlocked and I faced my two tormentors. By then my erection had subsided, just as well. It was Roxy who broke the news to me as her mother nodded in agreement.

       "Well Mr. Limp Dick, it's time for you to pay your way. Mother and I have talked it over and decided that you should start turning over your worldly possessions to us so we can make the proper use of them. How much is left in your checking account? We don't need your signature, just your bank card, which we have, to get at it. Now tell us how much is left or I'll beat you bloody for starters and then call one of my old boyfriends to come over to really give you the kind of beating you truly deserve."

       "Today after we take out as much as the card will allow, we're having a woman friend of mom's coming over to check out the legal aspects of what we want to do. You are going to talk directly to her and you better not lie about anything. Now to show you that we are interested in keeping you alive and well, you'll be getting breakfast as soon as you take a piss. By now I'll bet your little bladder is bursting at the seams."

       Try as I might, my urine refused to flow. Lil got worried and made sure that Roxy knew how serious my inability to urinate was. My bride of a week snorted and said she'd make me drink water until it came out of my ears. They took me into the kitchen, made me sit on one of my nice wooden chairs and then Roxy began forcing me to drink one glass of water after another until my belly bulged and I could drink no more. Lil rubbed my bloated midriff and made a joke about me being about six months pregnant.

       With all that water filling my stomach, it was nearly impossible to get any food down and hold it. Roxy pushed one big spoonful of tasteless oatmeal after another into my mouth and became rather vexed at my lack of appetite. Lil just watched and grinned. I realized she understood my problem, but out of spite she wasn't going to give me any relief until it was absolutely necessary. Finally Roxy got so frustrated and angry that she shoved the half empty bowl into my face and screamed at me to eat. Only then did Lil enter the fray and call her daughter off with a few choice words. I could tell from the way her face clouded up that I was in for some payback from my bride and very soon.

       They marched me back into the bathroom and made me squat over the toilet, but not actually sit on it. Roxy warned me that I'd hold that position until she heard my piss hitting the water in the bowl. Having two women watching me carefully as I tried to urinate was a stressful experience. I strained and strained, but nothing happened. Then Roxy lost her temper and began slapping me across the face, using one hand to hold my head steady so there was no way I could avoid the stinging blows she delivered. When she tired, Lil took over and hit me even harder, using her fist which split my lip, drawing blood.

       That seemed to calm them both down, and then at long last, I released the first stream of urine from my bladder. This was the highlight of my day so far, to show how badly things were going. I must have urinated for over a minute before stopping to rest the muscles controlling my bladder. Then I went for what seemed like forever as it seemed that all the water I'd been forced to consume by Roxy drained into the toilet bowl. Roxy commented that brute force seemed to be the only way to make me do anything properly. Lil did not disagree, which made my blood run cold.

       I made a round trip between the bathroom and kitchen, my belly bulging  from the oatmeal that Roxy forced me to eat. My bladder was once more full to bursting, but this time they put me on my back in the tub and watched as I urinated all over myself. Roxy, naked from the waist down, held my penis and directed the stream up onto my chest, but failed in her efforts to make the stream reach my mouth. So she moved forward and released a deluge of hot, acrid pee into my face while her mother laughed and clapped at my humiliation.

       Once finished she squatted lower and had me lick her urine-flecked pubic hair until it glistened and then worm my tongue up into her vagina to get any residual pee that might have deflected into that sex tube that I would never enjoy as her sex partner.The thought of that nearly brought tears to my eyes; the misery of it all had so overwhelmed me. Afterwards they forced me into the shower stall and gave my foul-smelling body an ice cold shower that left me shivering. The cuffs prevented me from toweling myself dry, and neither woman offered to assist me in this activity. I was left to fend for myself as they exited the bathroom and closed the door behind them. I tried to generate some additional body heat to assist in the drying process by jumping up and down in place until I grew tired.

       Some time later they came back and put me into the room I had occupied the previous night. They tied my ankles together and used another length of rope looped round my neck and anchored to a wall fixture to make sure that I could not reach the window in an effort to seek help. Small chance of that occurring; my place had been carefully chosen for its privacy and isolation, now a perilous situation instead of an island of tranquility as I first imagined it to be.

       Once more I was gagged with a pair of Roxy's ripe panties and warned that any attempt to escape would be cause for some very serious punishment. They would be gone for just as long as it took to get the maximum from my checking account using my bank card, and purchasing a few things to make the place seem more "homey". I shuddered at the thought of what that meant. Roxy then stepped up and kicked me in the testicles, grinning as I rolled over and tried to vomit. I writhed in agony as the pain radiated to every part of my body and it felt as if someone had cut open the top of my head.

                                                                  (To be continued-rolf palsy)