Pussy Whipped Wimp
Chapter 4
The deal was struck, and I found myself being walked towards room 212,
being led by the rope knotted round my neck. Lil had a change of mind and was
already well on her way back to her room, eager to get the thin girl properly
unwrapped and busy seeing how far up Lil's cunt she could get her tongue. Lil
promised to join us later once the girl properly scratched her itches. Between
the two of us slaves, the girl was by far getting the better of the arrangement
that had been struck. My new owner pounded on the door, announcing her presence
as well as the fresh meat she had just discovered down at the market. Moments
later I was inside, and what I saw was very difficult to believe.
The room was sweltering from the bank of bright lights that were being
used to illuminate what was taking place on the bed. A large woman of
indeterminate age was on her back, her heavy legs spread wide to expose her
thick, hairy bush and the angry red slit peeking out from the forest of curly,
pepper and salt colored pubic hair. A shadowy figure stood out of the ring of
light with a camera, recording the action as one of the teen studs approached
the woman, fisting his erect cock as he prepared to penetrate her. A second stud
was kneeling beside, gagging her with his long, thick dick, plunging it in and
out of her mouth. On the floor beside the bed sat a third stud, holding a rather
large, mixed breed dog. I wasn't quite sure what, if any role, these two had in
the scene that was being filmed.
Except for the animal, they were masked as a precaution against being
identified by the authorities. I was not to receive this courtesy, to the
contrary they went out of their way to provide all manner of information about
me, including my age, just married status, inability to adequately perform or
satisfy my new bride, and my first name and the first initial of my last name.
All the information was forthcoming during my interview which was filmed from
start to finish. Prior to the interview, which was the idea of the one with the
camera, they put me to work interacting with the woman, one of the studs and the
dog, easily the most humiliating thing that occurred up to this time.
My new owner for the moment, her name was Margo, got busy removing the
improvised belly band I was wearing. She burst into laughter when my compressed
genitals came into view. She guffawed so loudly that the person with the camera
had to order her to calm down. I watched in fascination as the two studs
switched places and continued their enthusiastic coupling with the woman. She
moaned and groaned to indicate her enjoyment of the pleasure that the two teen
studs were providing. My eyes kept wandering over to that dog sitting on its
haunches, seemingly focussed on the action talking place only a few feet from
its lolling tongue. My concentration was broken by the sounds issuing from the
trio on the bed as one of the studs began coating the woman's face with a
massive outpouring of his sperm, while his partner grunted and thrust deeper
still into her juicing cunt as he flooded her birth canal with his offering. It
was then I heard the camera person shout for me to get into the scene and start
licking the cum from her face. Margo gave me a vicious pinch and pushed me
towards the bed, as the stud who had shot off on her face scrambled out of the
bright light to allow me to make my debut.
She grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face down so I could begin
licking the coating of sperm from her face. The woman threatened to castrate me
on the spot if I didn't do a good job of it. I complied as if it were Lil
delivering that threat. The taste was salty and the texture reminded me of snot,
but I went about my duties as best I could considering the glare from the
floodlamps. Suddenly midway through my task I heard a loud growl and then felt
the dog's furry snout pressing against my bare ass. I panicked and rolled off
the bed, landing with a loud thump on the carpet. All I could hear once the
ringing in my ears stopped was the laughter of those in the room.
It was then I felt Margo's foot as she kicked me squarely in the ribs
causing me to double up. She screamed for me to get on my feet and I dragged
myself up until I was erect in a sense, my body bobbing and weaving as if I was
being buffetted by a strong wind. It was then that she landed another vicious
kick, this time striking me in the genitals, flattening my testicles and making
me gag and vomit, but alas, all I could bring up was some bitter tasting bile
that drooled down my chin and dripped onto my heaving chest. They managed to get
the animal off the bed and I was returned to my task.
I licked the woman's face until it shone with my saliva. At last she
pushed me away and pointed toward her hairy crotch which was flecked with cum
that had migrated from her cunt. "Suck it all out of me or I'll sic the dog on
your candy ass." I knew she wasn't kidding, and so I glued my mouth to that
rancid gash and began suctioning everything there was from that stinking hole.
The smell was worse than what I'd experienced to date, but I was terrified that
they'd let that animal loose on me if I didn't do exactly what they told me.
Between the smell, the heat, her sweat and the relentless flow of cum
that issued from her, I grew nauseous. I had to fight to avoid vomiting. The
woman continued to squeeze her cunt muscles, forcing still more of that slime
into my waiting mouth. I became aware of the camera, now only a foot or so from
my face. The operator was chuckling evilly as he captured my total degradation
for all to see and laugh at my utter humiliation. Finally he stopped shooting
and declared a break, announcing that he wanted to interview me and pointing
toward one of the studs who he wanted to tape it.
"Hello, what's your name? If I were you I'd give my stage name, that is
if you have a name of any kind. Personally I'm calling you Pamela. That's the
name of one of my favorite fags. Now that's a dude who knows who it is and acts
accordingly. You on the other hand strike me as a whinny, weepy, wimpy, wuss who
has been pussy whipped and turned into a cunt rag. Tell me, what's it like to be
a cunt rag, in your own words of course?"
I was too upset and stunned at his broadside to say anything. I can only
surmise that my lack of response got him angry, which would explain the slap
across the face he gave me. I started to blubber and that just made him more
angry. He socked me in the eye, and that hurt like fury. My mascara started to
run and it got in my eyes and things really got out of hand.
"Listen you piece of caca, I'm not wasting any tape on the likes of
something like you. Now answer my damned questions or so help me I'll have that
dog fuck your ass until it bleeds!"
I whimpered and put my hands up to protect my face from another blow.
Then he began to rant and rave. I could do nothing but sit there and take it as
the tears flowed like a fountain from my eyes. The director looked over towards
Margo and beckoned for her to join me on the bed. As soon as she was settledhe
started asking her questions about me.
"Now Margo honey, where in the name of all that is unholy, did you find
this freak?"
"I made a trade with his mother-in-law for some young skank that we wore
out making these tapes for the fans."
"Did you say "his mother-in-law"? You've got to be kidding! Who in their
right mind would marry a piece of caca like this?" Margo shrugged before
answering.
"From what she told me, he turned out to be a fairy once it came time
for him to deliver the meat to his blushing bride. Worse yet, his dick was so
small most of the time that he looked more like a little girl than a man. In
fact she said that he was so worthless, the best he could do for her was eat her
pussy, and he didn't even do that correctly. She says his dick works sort of; it
gets hard, but the minute it makes contact with pussy it shoots off and almost
disappears. He's a real freak since he can shoot off again and again, but no
matter how many times that little cock dribbles its load, it can still get hard
again. Unfortunately it still goes off like a pop-gun as soon as it makes
contact with pussy. She thinks he's really a queer."
I was totally humiliated and had to sit there with my makeup running
down my face as my little imperfections were revealed to the world, at least
those in the world who would look at these tapes. I began to wonder what new
indignities the director was already thinking up for me to do for his camera. I
didn't have too long to wait.
"Thanks for the terrific insight you've provided for me and the audience
about this freak of nature. I guess I'm going to have to change its name to
Pindick, that makes a hell of a lot more sense than insulting my dear queer
friend, Pamela. Now let's get down to brass tacks. Tell me Pindick, when was the
first time someone popped your anal cherry and don't be coy? We want to hear
every detail of the first time you gave up your candy ass to one of your
friends."
I cringed at his question, for I was still a vigin, but after what has
been promised by Rosalita and perhaps my dear bride, tonight I would be
sacrificed. Likely this would be the first of what would become steady assaults
on my rectum by men, women and god forbid, even animals. The director must have
read in my pained expression reluctance on my part to yield any information on
such a sensitive subject. I decided to make a clean breast of everything that
had happened to me since my arrival in hopes that it might convince my
interrogator that I was speaking the truth.
"Since my arrival here a little more than a day and a half ago, I have
been forced to do many demeaning things and I am terribly ashamed of my
behavior. To date I have swallowed the piss of my wife and her mother, Lil. I've
eaten Lil's pussy for hours on end and swallowed everything she has given me, no
matter how foul the smell or taste. Worse still I've allowed my wife to take a
lover that she met on our wedding night. I've gargled and then drunk his piss
until my stomach bulged, and even suctioned his cum from my wife's overloaded
cunt. I've been beaten and kicked by Lil and my wife's lover, and nearly drown
on at least two occasions. I've given my mother-in-law a tongue bath and even
rimmed her for a very long time at her command. Despite these humiliations I
have retained my anal virginity, but I do fear that later on tonight, even that
will have been taken from me by still another man who is the lover of the maid
who cleans our room."
"Far, fucking out! You are indeed the prince of the pansies, the master
muff diver, the paragon of piss drinkers, but evidently your anal cherry
remains. Well my little fairy friend, we're going to take care of that little
matter just as soon as this interview is over. By the way Margo tells me you're
25 and your real name is Richard. That's pretty funny, your name is Dick, and
you really don't have one to speak of. So Dick T, that is your last name isn't
it, Tas in turd; let me tell you I've got three hard cocked teen studs who are
ready, willing and quite able to ream out your shitter until you can accommodate
a redwood trunk without blinking. With a little luck we might even get Waldo the
Wonder Dog to do the honors as well. What do you say to that my little wussy,
weepy, wimp with the pindick? Dick with the pindick, I love it. Your new stage
name is Dick Pindick. That is so far fucking out, I love it!"
I panicked and tried to make a dash for the door, terrified at what was
about to befall me. Naturally like everything else that I tried in recent times,
this move failed miserably. The heavy set woman blocked my way and I came to an
abrupt stop. Then I was tackled by a couple of the studs and dragged to the
floor. I then played the part of a soccer ball for what seemed like an eternity
as kicks rained down on me from every imaginable angle, many landing with
terrific force. I was flipped over on my stomach and some one managed to place
my wrists in handcuffs, effectively ending any possible chance I had to fend
these people off. I was now totally at their mercy and from the looks I got,
mercy was not in their vocabulary. "Let's get the little cocksucker into the
bathroom and introduce him to dunking for turds!" I didn't recognize the voice
in my current state of terror, but what did it matter, I was now doomed.
To better control me, the rope that had been looped around my neck to
bring me over here was resurrected and this time it was knotted tightly, with
the ends hanging so that it could be made even tighter if I struggled too much.
They dragged me into the bathroom and the smell was overwhelming. The closer I
came to the nearly overflowing toilet, the worse the sink. "Who wants to do the
honors?" I heard just before strong hands pushed me face down into the stinking
mess that had been sitting for who knows how long, unflushed, seething and
bubbling as the piss and turds reacted and formed new compounds even worse than
the original components.
It was into this murky mess that I was plunged. I made the mistake of
trying to take in extra air, but only managed to gag myself instead. I took a
mouthful of the horrid mixture and began to panic. Then I felt the rope being
tightened around my throat and I struggled madly to regain the surface,fearing
for my very life. I failed miserably and took in even more of this putrid mess.
I realized I could no longer hear as the offal filled my eardrums. It was then
that I lost total control and began breathing in the foul mixture as my body
twitched and jerked. I was dying, there could be no doubt of it. For one brief,
blissful moment I was a happy man, then it became black.
