Susan Gets a Delivery

Susan Gets a Delivery, Part 7

Susan was clean.  She was grateful for the fact that her body was completely devoid of the shit and disgusting fluids that had seemed to invade every crack and crevice of her body.  However, it had come at a stiff price.

She had been completely stripped of any and all dignity, that is, if she had any dignity left after all of her other experiences.  The little hands had attacked her personage in a manner that was surely similar to one of those car washes that has a myriad of brushes that seem to come from everywhere as they swirl and scrub.

The little people had degraded her fiercely with their squeaky voices as they made her clean for her next adventure.  It seemed that they were paying her back for her stature, her beauty and for her fantastic ass.

This last part was manifested as they enjoyed the pleasure of putting their misshapen arms up her cunt and her ass.  They even made it a contest as they wagered over who could put their hand and arm the furthest up her nether holes.

Actually, it was no contest since all of them were able to bury their arms completely up to their armpits.  It had been a humiliating and painful experience as they opened and closed their little fists and as they tried to swish their appendages around while deep inside her.

She found herself constantly grunting and murmuring epitaphs under her breath.  She succeeded in not screaming out loud lest she encourage them to do more.  The little men had also forced her to give each of them a blow job.

This was an experience that she could never have imagined since she was able to take their entire dick and sack inside her mouth.  It felt strange to feel their tiny tools leaking inside her mouth at the same time that their little marble-size balls rolled around beneath her tongue.  Also, their pubic hair felt like a scouring pad as it scraped the skin around her lips.

The diminutive women felt a need to upstage their men so they each sat on her face and forced her to drink their tiny streams of piss directly from the “tap”.  It seemed that dwarf piss was just as vile as piss from a normal size bladder.  Her stomach rolled as it constantly had to deal with this infusion of waste water.

Through this entire ordeal, Susan was also put off by another sight that bothered her.  Although the members of the Cock Club had retired to the dining room, she had noticed that her original protagonists – Ed, Ricolaleta, and Horsecock – had been standing in a distant corner of the room, observing all that had taken place.

Then, she saw the banker return and walk up to the three conspirators.  He brought with him a Hispanic man who was the most evil-looking man that Susan had ever seen.  He was tall with perfect posture and a dark, dusky complexion.  The five of them had engaged in what appeared to be a heated exchange.  Finally, they began smiling.  They stepped up to a small table where the Hispanic man removed a document from the inside pocket of his sharkskin suit.  It was signed by all of them and then all of them shook hands with smiles all around.

Then, Ed, Ricolaleta, and Horsecock turned and left the room.  As they exited through a door, Ed turned and waved gently at Susan.  Susan was at that moment being dried by all of the dwarfs and she had trouble interpreting the meaning of the hand wave.  She realized that Ed was saying good-bye to her.  For some reason, she felt a touch of sadness as he exited the room.

The dwarfs had stepped back to admire their handiwork while, at the same time, the banker walked up to face Susan.

He spoke reassuring words to her, “It’s going to be all right.  I just purchased you from those three evil people.  The gentleman was with me to serve as a witness.  All you have to do is get through this evening and I will take care of you.”

He smiled at her and she could feel a sense of relief come over her.

He continued, “I’m not going to mislead you.  Tonight will be rough on you.  But, be assured that it will have an ending.  Then, you are mine and I will take care of your future.”

The thoughts going through Susan’s head were ample evidence that people often hear what they want to hear rather than what has actually been said.  Susan realized that Trophy was probably out of the picture now that her beautiful ass was permanently marred.  Susan also knew that her own ass was perfect.

So, it was natural that Susan assumed that she was to be the banker’s next trophy wife.  True, she was deeply offended that she had been purchased.  Yet, after all that had happened, she realized her vulnerability.  And, she knew life could be good as a display fixture for the banker.

Plus, most important of all, the banker had said, “. . . I will take care of you. ”  Surely, being a banker, he could be trusted.

So, she said with deep sincerity, “Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you.  I will not disappoint you.”

He replied with a smile, “I know you won’t disappoint me.”

She put her words to action as she stepped forward, put her arms around his neck and kissed him thoroughly – square on the lips.  As her tongue invaded him, he could still taste the faint acrid flavor of piss.  The dwarfs had brushed her teeth thoroughly but it was tough for piss not to leave a lasting taste.  He withstood it because he knew what was eventually to occur.

When she released him, the banker stepped back, turned and walked out the door to the dining room.  Just before he went through the door, he turned and told her to obey every command with full cooperation and vigor if she wanted to survive and be with him for a good life.  She promised inwardly to do anything she was told.  This was immediately proven to be a difficult commitment.

The dwarfs commanded her to get down on her hands and knees.  Then two male dwarfs stepped to each side of Susan’s erotic body, each holding a huge deep-sea fish hook in a hand.  Connected to the eyelet of each hook was a nylon cord.  Telling her not to move, each dwarf began using a free hand to stroke her nipples.

Susan’s nipples immediately responded with a full erection.  Each dwarf’s free hand grabbed a nipple and, without ceremony, drove the barbed hook through the nipple.  Susan could not help but scream.  However, to her credit, she did not move a muscle beyond the twitching of her arm muscles and a deep intake of breath.

As Susan tried to deal with the horrid pain that had invaded her nipples, the smallest of the female dwarfs had stepped up to her front.  Susan’s face was parallel to the floor as she was breathing quickly to try to deal with the pain.  Her dilated eyes saw a teeny, tiny pair of cowboy boots that encased the dwarf’s equally tiny feet.  Protruding from the back of the boots was a wicked pair of metal spurs.  As the dwarf cowgirl shifted her weight from one foot to the other, the spurs jingled menacingly.

The little lady said, “Look at me bitch.  You are now going to become a pony.  You better obey me.”

At that, the little cowgirl moved around to Susan’s left side and, with one fluid motion, jumped up on to Susan’s back.  Susan again held her ground although her back had to adjust its attitude with this sudden addition of weight.

The nylon cords were handed to the cowgirl and she gave them a twitch.  Susan immediately felt a horrible pain in each of her nipples.  She was beginning to “get it”.  She got it even more when the cowgirl dug her spurs into Susan’s side.  Susan murmured a quiet scream.  She realized the evening was going to enter a new level of conflict, pain and degradation.

The little cowgirl was handed a western hat that looked as though it had been used in old silent movies.  To be blunt, it was ludicrous.  It became even more ludicrous when the cowgirl placed it on top of her little head.

“Giddy up,” said the cowgirl as she dug her spurs into Susan’s side and slapped her back with the reins.  Susan complied immediately even as the pain coursed through her body.  She crawled forward as fast as her limbs would propel her as the dwarf spectators clapped in appreciation.

After they had gone about twenty feet, the cowgirl pulled sharply on the right rein.  In fact, the pull was so strong that Susan’s right tit tried to wrap around her side.  The sharpness of the pull caused a correspondingly proportionate pain to be inflicted on her nipple.  Susan, thought surely the hook was about to be pulled through her nipple.  Nonetheless, Susan immediately turned to the right.

This exercise was repeated often until Susan had mastered turns to the satisfaction of her rider.  Susan was directed via signals from the reins and spurs to return to the middle of the crowd of little people.

Then, one of the men dwarfs stepped forward, holding a replica of a horsetail.  At its base was a vicious looking butt plug.  The cowgirl could feel Susan’s entire body shudder as she spied the tail and the plug.  In a moment of fake tenderness, the cowgirl reached forward and patted the side of Susan’s neck and said cooingly, “It’s o.k. girl, don’t worry.  Stay calm”

The pat didn’t calm Susan down but she was calmed by her memory of the words of promise made to her by the banker.  She even stayed quiet as a gaggle of little hands began pulling apart her ass cheeks to expose her anus.  She again stayed calm as the horse tail was slammed into her ass with no ceremony whatsoever.

There was a full length mirror at one end of the room.  The cowgirl directed her steed to the mirror.  Susan almost wept when she saw her ridiculous image.  Then she was horrified as the cowgirl said, “Let’s join the dinner party.”

The double doors to the dining room were held open by two employees of the Cock Club.  Susan faced these open doors with trepidation, fear, and – oddly enough – just a touch of arrogance.  It was true that her body was in conflict with the thoughts going through her brain at that moment.

Her body was in pain.  Her ass and pussy hurt ferociously from the invading little hands and arms that had been rummaging around inside of her.  Her ass hole and her shit tunnel were in agony from the miniature fisting that had invaded her and from the huge plug that was holding the pony tail in her ass.  Her sides were stinging from the abrasions imposed by the little bitch’s spurs that she used so freely.  Susan’s eyes and throat were severely aggravated by the coating of shitty substances that had been imposed upon her.  However, worst of all, the fish hooks through her nipples were causing immense pain.  She had been trying, without success, to anticipate turns so that she could begin a new direction without having the hooks pulled ferociously into her protesting nipples.  By and large, her anticipation had not been in time to avoid the dwarf’s gleeful yank on the reins.  A subliminal irritant was the feel of the little cunt’s wet pussy rubbing up and down her back.

Despite all of this pain and torment, Susan was actually developing a positive attitude.  She had already been subjugated to immense mental and physical torments.  She had survived them all.  Surely nothing worse could be imposed upon her for the rest of the evening?  And, there was the knowledge that after tonight she would become the banker’s next trophy.  She could foresee a good outcome to all of this.

Right now, she wanted to show all of these ass holes what she was capable of when it came to sexual adventures.  When this was all over and when everyone found out that she had been chosen and purchased to be the banker’s new partner, she wanted them to all agree that he was a lucky son-of-a-bitch.  She would perform in a manner that no one had ever seen before!

Although Susan needed no urging, her rider dug both spurs deeply into Susan’s sides.  Susan had actually begun forward before she felt the prick of the metal teeth digging into her body.  She leaped forward – or at least – leaped forward as much as it was possible for a human to leap while on her hands and knees and while carrying a load on her back.

As she went through the doors her head was swinging from side to side to evaluate her new surroundings.  First of all, she discovered that directly ahead was a ramp that she would have to climb.  Now her hands and knees were already in distress from this unfamiliar way of moving but she ignored the pain and began climbing the ramp. 

The ramp led to a huge stage that was about twenty-four inches above the floor.  The stage was a circular platform with a diameter of almost twenty feet.  Dinner tables were placed all around the stage to provide a theater-in-the-round effect.  Each table accommodated four people – two men and two women to each table.  Seven of the tables had a full complement.  The eighth table was short one person – Trophy – who was at this very moment having her ass worked on by a very happy intern as he tried to repair the area that was missing a big chunk of its skin and muscle.

Susan was somewhat put off by the attire – or lack of attire – of the spectators.  The women were completely naked except that each woman was wearing a hat that would have been appropriate for the Kentucky Derby.  The men were naked from the waist down except for silk socks and patent leather shoes on their feet.  From the waist up they were adorned in white tie and tails.  It was truly an odd sight.  Not surprisingly, each man was already blessed with an erection.  They had all been worked on by one of the women at their table and they were fluffed for action.

The table tops were all clear glass so that everyone could see what was going on beneath the table.  Finally, the lighting for the stage was theater bright and video cameras were visible as they permitted an easy view of everything from every angle.  The entire scene was designed for voyeurism.

Then, unexpectedly, Susan actually almost grinned as she reflected quickly on the sights that were around her.  Sure, the little bitch was still imposing pain on her side via the spurs.  But, she thought there was surely nothing more ridiculous than men dressed in formal attire from the waist up, feet shod with expensive shoes and socks, and otherwise completely naked from the waist down with their dicks and balls swinging freely in the breeze for all to see.  In some ways, men’s naked groins were quite silly-looking.

Then, even more unexpectedly, Susan realized that her pussy was actually getting wet.  She knew this was because at almost the same time she had thought silly thoughts about the men’s appearance, she also was having lascivious thoughts about all those dicks that were going from a state of semi-erection to a full-blown state of sexual readiness.  She could not believe that she had counted them and verified that there were, in fact, sixteen dicks that would be invading her before the evening would end.  She also speculated as to how they would use her.  Would they use all of her holes?  Would they focus on just one or two holes?  Could any of them fuck more than one hole in the same evening?  To her chagrin, her pussy was actually dripping on to the platform even as she scooted around on her hands and knees.

This leaking did not go unnoticed by the Reverend.  He was heard to say in a stage whisper, “Praise the lord.  The cunt is getting herself ready for us?”

Then, a voice boomed out across the room via speakers that were concealed in the ceiling and walls.  The voice was a deep baritone that reeked of authority and knowledge.  It was, in fact, the voice of a man who for years had done the voiceovers for quite well-known movie trailers.

“Rider – take your steed to the center of the platform and dismount and leave.”

The dwarf rider slapped the reins on Susan’s back and spurred Susan to the middle of the platform.  At that the little woman dismounted and scurried off the back of her mount and hurried from the large dining room.

The voice boomed again:  “Cunts and cocks, welcome to this special dining night of the Cock Club.  And, certainly, our thanks are extended to Slut Susan for her presence and willingness to provide this evenings entertainment.  I know we will be blessed by her gifts.”

As the crowd applauded, Susan was once more flummoxed.  She was there on her hands and knees – naked, well-fucked, cords hanging from fishhooks through her nipples, and a tail hanging from her ass – before those whom she would have formerly considered her peers.

From the voice again:  “Slut Susan.  Stand up so we can see your body.  Present yourself to us.”

Susan scrambled to her feet – stabs of pain coursing through her nipples as the cords swung freely and pulled on the hooks.  She stood with her hands at her side.  She was not sure how she was to present herself.

“Slut Susan – spread your legs so that we may get a good view of your pussy and so that those behind you can see your marvelous ass as your muscles and tendons are flexed.”

The Cock Club members applauded once more.  In fact, it seemed like a bit of a contest between those in front of her and those behind her.  It was as if each group was saying “hooray for our side.”

Once again, the voice:  “Would one of the Club employees please step up and remove the fishhooks?  We need her breasts completely free of any obstructions.”

Immediately, an employee stepped up to the platform.  Now Susan was scared shitless.  She could not imagine how the hooks could be removed without tearing her nipples to shreds.  In fact, her fears were somewhat groundless.  The employee produced a pair of wire clippers and clipped off the barbed ends of each of the hooks.  Then, he very carefully backed the barbless hooks out of the nipples with a large dose of care.

Susan could be heard to whisper, “Thank you.”

The employee bowed slightly to her in acknowledgement and left the room with dispatch.

Once again, the omnipotent voice:  “It is now dessert time.  For dessert, the chef has prepared Key Lime Soufflé with Raspberry Chambord.  I think you will find it quite delicious.  As you eat, Slut Susan will provide mild entertainment for all of you.”

Now, as she endured this ordeal, Susan had developed a long list of things she hated.  These included such things as fisting, eating shit, drinking piss, being repeatedly fucked in every aperture, and being naked in general before both friends and strangers.  However, perhaps the one thing that she hated more than any other thing was the word ‘slut’. 

Actually, there were three words that set her emotions on edge.  One was the word “cunt”.  She thought this to be an utterly despicable way of describing women and of naming the sexual package that rested between her thighs. 

Another word that set her teen on edge was “penis”.  Susan thought that the word “penis” gave an exalted status to a man’s organ when, in reality, his tool was only useful for fucking or pissing.  The only words she thought that were applicable were “prick” or “dick”.  “Penis” was simply too elegant to call a tool whose only purpose was to serve as a conduit for yucky fluids.

But the word that really pissed her off was “slut”.  She had such an attitude about the word that she even looked it up in the dictionary.  There she found that its first definition was:  “a dirty, slovenly woman”.  This word was not her – no matter how they used her or what they did to her.

The voice interrupted her thoughts:  “Slut Susan – begin masturbating with your right hand.  Begin immediately.”

So, the thought, “They want a show.  All right, I’ll give them a show.”

Susan’s right hand slowly went down the front of her body.  Her hand stopped along the way to stroke her right nipple.  Despite the pain from her previous impalement by a fish hook, she caressed her nipple until it became hard and erect.

She was a bit surprised when the lights in the room went dim.  There was just enough light to see the outline of the club members as they began spooning their desserts into their mouths.  Then a soft red spotlight shone on her, bathing her in an erotic glow that seemed to enhance her body and its every movement.

Her hand wandered downward to slowly stroke her tummy, just above her pubic hair.  Her hips were undulating in response to the sensual touch of her own hand.  The tail that was still imbedded in her ass was jiggling pleasantly.  In an instance of perfect timing, music began playing over the ornate sound system.

It was Ravel’s “Bolero”, an incredibly sensual piece of orchestral music.  It began with a single instrument playing a simple erotic melody.  This melody was consistently passed from one instrument to another.

The emcee spoke in dulcet tones over the music, “The Bolero will play for approximately another seventeen minutes.  Everyone must finish their dessert in that time.  Slut Susan would be well-served to give us a proper show during that time.  The effectiveness of her self-abuse will determine how painful the rest of the evening will be for her.  At the end of the music and her performance, all club members will be invited to join her in the entertainment.”

Susan saw these words as a second commitment to her to make things easy for the remaining evening.  First of all, she still had the promise from the banker that she would become his trophy wife.  Now, if she really gave them a show with her body, she might get off easy for the remainder of the evening.  There was hope for her.

Because the house lights were dim, she could not see what the club members were doing.  As they wolfed down their fantastic dessert – which was frankly too good to be wolfed down – the members knew that any promise of “easiness” of treatment was pure bull shit.  She was in for a rough evening.

Susan’s right hand was now at her bush.  She was using her fingers as a comb to whisk through her pubic hair as she would pull it away from her body.  Then she would release the curly strands so the members could see her bush snap back into its natural position.

Slowly, slowly, she moved her hand downward and gradually put her finger into her slit – just down to the second knuckle.  Then, she gradually moved her single finger up and down from one end of her pussy slit to the other.  She noted that her pussy was soaking wet with her juices.  In addition, her body was sweating profusely.  The red beam from the spotlight was reflecting off of the sweat droplets to outline her entire body in a halo of glowing red.

Her left hand went up beneath her left breast.  She used this hand to gradually lift the meat of her breast upward toward her chin.  She bowed her head and began sucking her nipple that was completely erect in some magical anticipation of her lips encircling it.

Saliva was forming around her mouth where her lips touched the soft, white skin of her breast.  The finger of her right hand came out of her pussy slip.  The red light revealed globs of pussy juice coating her finger.  She slowly brought this finger upward and began painting the nipple of her right breast.  This nipple seemed to become more erect as it seemed to try to urge her finger to deposit more sexual fluids upon its pink countenance.

Meanwhile as the Bolero continued on its erotic journey of music, the percussion instruments were becoming louder and more intense.  Several instruments had joined the repetitive melody to enhance its melodic message of intercourse.

Susan now could not even see the outlines of the club members.  Her eyes were closed in some séance of introspective sexuality.  She had spread her legs wider in anticipation of deeper masturbation.  Her right hand had now slipped down beneath her right breast.  Her left hand had now let her left breast relax which caused the disappointed nipple to slip from the grasp of her full lips.

Slowly, very slowly, Susan’s right hand lifted the meat of her right breast up to her face.  The nipple looked like it had been used for a dipping instrument from some pool of sexual concoction.  Susan pursed her lips in a perfect circle and dipped her head down until her mouth completely encapsulated the wet nipple along with its coating.  She gradually drew her lips closed around the base of the now-huge nipple.  A sucking noise could be heard even above the music.

She released the aroused nipple and lifted her face upward.  The red light revealed that all of the fluids were no longer on the naked nipple.  Susan opened her mouth and protruded her tongue.  It was coated in the white fluids of sexuality.  She pulled her tongue back in and swallowed noisily.  Then, she protruded her tongue outward.  The tongue was devoid of any pussy juice.

It seemed like an eternity had passed.  Yet, there were still twelve minutes left of the Bolero.  About half of the orchestra instruments had now joined together in repeating the short melody over and over.  The snare drums were now starting to open up.  The room reverberated with sexuality.  Every human in the room was sweating like laborers in a boiler room.

In addition to sweating, every club member’s sexual organs were being touched.  Some members were touching themselves.  Some were being touched by the person next to them.  Not one single prick or pussy, however, was being touched by a single person.  At least, two – sometimes three people had a hand on a prick or fingers in a pussy.  Breasts were being suckled.  Hands were even sneaking beneath buttocks to insert a finger in an anal cavity.  The room reeked of sexual anticipation.

Meanwhile, Susan’s right hand had quickly made a journey to her pussy.  There was no flirtation now.  Her fingers were working vigorously on her clit.  Her left hand had joined its mate and was attacking her pussy lips and the insides of her pussy.  Juices were flowing freely down the insides of both of her thighs.  Her beautiful ass cheeks were shuddering in time to the actions of her hands of the front of her body.  The pony tail had now assumed an identity of its own as it brushed side to side, up and down, and in clockwise circles.

Susan’s face, neck and chest had turned red with a huge rash.  Her breathing was in quick, staccato bursts.  Her eyes were now open and completely dilated.  The Bolero music was urging everyone on.  The full orchestra had now joined in to force the melody through each listener’s very being.  The percussions were booming as though they were being fucked by giants.

Susan was screaming.  Her hands were a blur as they attacked her very own pussy.  Her pussy hair was matted with her juices.  The tendons on her thighs were jumping with spasms.  She screamed unintelligible sounds and she came just as the Bolero finished.

There was silence in the room.  Well, actually, oxygen-starved breathing was taking place from everyone in the dining room.  Some portions of desserts had not been consumed.  Instead, they flew on to naked, sweaty bodies as club members allowed their baser instincts to take over and they let their hormones take controls of their bodies.  The floor was strewn with rampant pools of sexual fluids that had been released from their parent bodies.  And, this was only the beginning.

Susan was bent over with her hands on her knees.  She was breathing hard.  Her entire body was shaking as she tried to keep from collapsing.  Thankfully for her, she had no idea what was ahead for her.