Pussy Whipped Wimp
Chapter 5
I don't know how long I was unconscious, but it was time enough to have
a series of disjointed nightmares that revealed portions of my youth that I
thought I had long suppressed to the point that they had disappeared from even
my subconscious. I was in my early teens, perhaps 13 or 14, and still very small
for my age. I had been spying on my big sister taking a bath when my mother
caught me peeking through a crack in the door. My big sister, Cora, had huge
breasts with dark, almost black nipples and the thickest patch of pubic hair
I've ever seen. She was lying back in the tub masturbating with a back scrubber,
jamming the length of wood in and out of that jungle between her legs while she
sighed deeply on every stroke. I was jacking off furiously and in my
concentration did not hear mom approaching until she shrieked my name. I felt as
if the floor had opened and I was falling.
Next I was bent over the edge of the very tub that my sister was
occupying when I was discovered. This time I was naked and my hands were tied
behind my back. I heard my sister say " Mom, make it hurt when you put in the
nozzle; jam it in real fast and move it from side to side!" Then I felt the
terrible pain beginning to radiate from my rectum as the fat nozzle bored deep
into me. Now I was still naked and spread eagled on the bed, hands and feet tied
to the corners. Cora was playing with my dick, which was still very stiff and
extremely sore from being handled so much. There was cum drying on my belly and
thighs and a big wet spot between my spread legs. Mom was standing by the bed
and she was wearing only her bra. I couldn't believe that she was playing with
herself as she watched Cora jack me off with quick hard strokes and complain
that it was taking forever to get anything out of me by now.
Mom's hairy crotch was descending onto my face, blotting out everything
but that enormous forest of thick curly black hair and the terrible smell coming
from it. I tried to take a deep breath before she smothered me, but there was no
air to breathe. Then I felt this terrible bolt of pain coming from my testicles,
and my eyes popped open. I was alive! Worse still, there were the grinning faces
of those fiends that had dunked me into that filthy toilet.
"Nothing like a good kick to the nuts to bring sleeping beauty back to
earth for another dunking. Get the little fairy on his knees and let's see how
much shit he can swallow this time." I recognized the voice of Margo and
shuddered at the prospect of going back under that sea of filth and reliving
even more nightmares. I truly began to pray for death, not wanting to endure the
torments of the present as well as those from my sorry past.
"Wait! I want to get this on tape. This could be a classic if he doesn't
wimp out on us." It was the director and now I knew I had died and was in hell.
The heavy set woman, whose name was Mabel, or so she said, squatted over the
reeking toilet and let loose a powerful stream of urine that failed to dislodge
the carpet of feces that covered the bubbling surface I'd just come up through.
The director shouted at her to hold off until they could get my head under her
crotch and she could then piss in my face. The bright lights were blinding as
hands pushed and pulled in order to get me properly positioned for my latest
humiliation. My head was pulled back and down until I thought my back would
break from the nearly impossible position I assumed.
The director shouted at Mabel to start pissing, which she did with a
vengeance. He shouted at Margo to make me open my mouth so Mabel could piss down
my throat. She got a death grip on my scrotum and began squeezing as she cursed
at me to open my "god damned mouth". I had no choice and soon I was gagging and
spewing up a portion of the acrid urine that was being sprayed into my mouth.
"Dunk the little mother fucker and hold him under until he passes out."
I tried to scream that they'd break my back, but somehow they managed to push my
head down under the surface and I immediately inhaled and simultaneously
swallowed a potpourri of the filth that sat in that stinking sewer-like bowl.
This time there were no nightmares, just complete darkness.
My throat and sinuses felt as if they had been bathed in acid. The pain
was almost too much to bear. My eyes were also smarting from being in contact
with the filth they were trying to drown me in. I vomited into the toilet and
they laughed at my misery and total degradation as the camera mercilessly
captured every moment of my despair. I was wondering if I'd survive this
treatment much longer. Each time I went under it was easier to accept that my
lungs were going to be filled with feces,urine and now my own vomit. Sooner,
rather than later, this would eventually cause my death, which I would welcome
with open arms. I was not to receive my fondest wish, there was much more
degradation in store for me. I nearly broke into tears when the director told
them to let me rest so he could reload his camera. That news sounded like a
death sentence to me, one which I looked forward to meeting.
"This time I want him on his knees with Margo and Mabel standing on
either side so they can hold him under. Then I want big Tommy to give that
asshole of his a good reaming while he swallows as much shit, piss and vomit as
he can hold. Maybe Al can hold the fairy's cheeks apart so Tommy can get a clean
shot of the fag's asshole. I know it's a tough angle, but it's worth trying. The
worse that can happen is he gets a big lungful of filth and I can shoot him
strangling on it. Whatever you do, don't come in his asshole. I want you to nail
him good and hard later on after we get him cleaned up and ready to go with
Margo and Mabel helping out as you and the other studs do a round robin on the
fairy's asshole."
Margo and Mabel took a good grip on the rope wrapped around my throat
and pulled it taut, cutting off my air. I went into a panic and the next thing I
knew, I was submerged and swallowing. I struggled furiously and only managed to
exhaust the limited air in my lungs. The rest, as they say, was history. I
quickly passed out and my efforts to free myself from the grip of the two women
stopped abruptly. I was unconscious when big Tommy's hard cock penetrated my
tight asshole and began to fill my back hole to its limit. I do remember
dreaming or having some kind of a vision.
I was on the bed in my mom's house and sis was making sure that my face
was buried into the fat cunt of her best friend, an overweight girl by the name
of Lana. I heard her tell the girl to make sure she got a good grip on my ears
because when she started to wedge her dildo up my asshole I'd start struggling.
Then I felt the terible pain begin at the entry to my butthole. I tried to move
my head away and arch my back to escape the agony that was radiating from my
stretched sphincter. It was then that I awoke to the real agony and began
spewing the contents of the filthy toilet from my mouth and out my nostrils as
well. My throat and nostrils felt like they were on fire. I had a terrible time
trying to draw enough air into my lungs to clear them and regain my composure.
Then Tommy began to thrust deeper into my sore backdoor passage and I
cried out, only making the rawness of my throat increase. I could sort of hear
the stud grunting as he sodomized me. Then I was pushed under for another swim
in the sewer. Tommy continued to pound my asshole until I thought it had turned
to pulp. I remembered how it felt when my sister used to do me until I bled.
This pain was every bit as bad, perhaps worse since the stud was pounding me way
harder than my sister ever could.
"He's getting pretty loose for a guy who has a virgin asshole." Tommy
observed as he punched an extra inch of hard dick into my spasming colon. Up
from the toilet I came so the camera could capture the fear and agony etched
upon my ashen face. They showed me the tape later on and I looked like something
that had been dead for many days, just brought up from the grave. Now the two
women got into a rhythm, dunking me for about half a minute and then bringing me
up for perhaps the same amount of time as Tommy made mincemeat of my loose
sphincter and well stretched colon. Finally the director was satisfied that he
could wring no more agony or humiliation from me, so he had me turned around and
then bent backward until my head was positioned in the center of the toilet
bowl, mere inches from the sickening, bubbling, hissing mess it contained.
"Listen up folks, I want each one of you to mostly piss straight down
the fag's throat and do your best to make it painful as well as degrading. See
if you can squirt some piss up the fairy's nose or maybe blind the little queer.
I want someone ready to start pissing as soon as the first person is
finished.Once we go competely around, then I want each of you to make sure that
the fag sucks your dick or licks your pussy until it's squeaky clean. Then I
want the ladies to take turns kicking the fruit in the belly until he upchucks
all that piss. Later, after we shoot some scenes starring our new leading fag,
we'll have the faggot suck up all the piss he can from the floor, and then we'll
make him lick up the rest if there's time left. How does that sound?"
There was the sound of clapping and a few cheers as well. All I could do
was wonder what new and terrible things this fiend had dreamed up to happen to
me when they put me under those hot bright lights once more. To keep me in
proper position the two women held the ends of the rope around my neck and made
sure it was good and tight so it would be easy to control me if I got out of
hand. I don't know how long I swallowed and choked and tried to avoid being
blinded by the powerful streams of piss that poured down on my face. On occasion
one of them would manage to shoot some of their rancid liquid waste directly up
my nose and I would lose control until the ladies choked me out to regain their
hold over me.
The worst was when Margo placed her hairy cunt inches from my face and
ordered me to keep my eyes wide open while she sprayed me with her piss. Over
and over she aimed that stream of acidic waste into my staring eyes and so
powerful was my fear of them, I managed to keep my eyes open throughout most of
the drenching I took. My belly was distended and aching by the time I took the
last stinging drop of piss down my sore, raw throat. Mabel got in a good kick to
my belly and up the piss came like a fountain. Even while I was still heaving my
guts out, Margo landed still another kick even lower and I started to choke from
the lack of air. They continued their assault until I was weak from vomiting up
all the liquid waste I'd been forced to swallow.
To make sure I was empty, they made me lie on my back and spread my legs
apart. Then Margo stomped my belly flat and Mabel tried to kick my testicles up
into my belly. I passed out from the pain. Once revived, I was ordered to crawl
into the shower stall and given a lengthy ice cold shower that left me shivering
with my teeth chattering so hard that I feared they'd crack. Then it was show
time and once again they marched me into the bedroom for another round of
taping.
Even though I was facing another bout of utter degradation and abuse, my
mind was recalling more suppressed details of what I had experienced under the
discipline of Cora and my mom. I winced as I remembered a time when I was bound
to that same filthy mattress a few months later and this time my body was put
into a fiendishly painful position with my legs pulled up and back until my
ankles were level with my ears. Sturdy ropes held me in this most vulnerable
position and Cora had made the most of it, using a whip made of metal coat
hangers twisted together to rake my cheeks until the blood soaked the mattress
beneath my twitching mounds that felt as if the skin had been flayed from them.
It was then, when I thought that nothing more could be done to hurt and
degrade me, that Cora showed me just how wrong I was. She called for my mother
to come in and see what she was going to do to me next. My mom, wearing an old
bathrobe, came in and took a seat by the bed. She opened the robe to reveal her
sagging breasts with those long red nipples jutting up from the brownish
areolas. Then she opened it further, with a smile, to show me her hairy vulva.
Even though mom had a forest of thick curly pubic hair, I still could make out
her swollen lips and that dripping maw that I'd spent the better part of the
past six months licking, kissing, smooching and sucking as she oozed all sorts
of strange tasting fluids into my mouth.
Almost against my will, my penis hardened. Cora cursed me soundly and
threatened for the million and first time to have me castrated by one of her
"medical" friends, none of whom had ever successfully gone through medical
school. Mom just clucked sympathetically at my situation and waited for the
surprise to upfold. I was horrified to see my older sister stepping into a
harness containing the replica of a large and quite thick penis.
"If you want to be a sissy boy, then I'm going to treat you that way.
Knowing you the way I do, you'll probably shoot off the moment I get this tool
embedded in your tight asshole. I hope you do, beause then I'm going to tear up
that shitter of yours so badly that you'll wish you had died." As she tightened
the straps holding the monster-sized hunk of hard ridged rubber to her groin she
smiled evilly and spoke to mom.
"What do you think of your little faggot son now? Look at how hard that
little dick of his is. He's just dying to feel this hard tool pushing its way up
his shit chute until I've got every inch inside. Then I'm going to go postal on
his sorry ass. It should be a moment for us all to remember." I watched in
horror as mom began to masturbate, her face breaking into a broad smile. Her
reply to Cora's announcement broke my heart.
"I want a turn with that nice toy too. There's no sense fooling myself
that I gave birth to a normal child. This one is a freak and it deserves to be
treated like the freak that it is. I want to see him beg for mercy and watch his
asshole bleed like a stuck pig. Then I want to be the one that finishes him off;
too bad it won't be forever." Her venomous response to what was about to happen
to me made my blood freeze.
Cora climbed up on the bed and placed the massive head of the rubber
penis aginst the entrance to my colon. Then she began to push and shove herself
forward, driving the rubber penis into my anal passageway. I felt as if I was
taking an enormous enema all at once. The pain was terrific and yet my penis was
still rigid. I watched in horror as another inch of it disappeared inside. Cora
stopped and tried to catch her breath. "The little pansy is tighter than I
thought; this is going to take some doing if I want him to swallow every inch of
this big bad boy." Mom just grinned and continued to strum her fingers across
her fat lipped vulva, yielding an odor that I'd smelled quite frequently in the
past. She was as excited as I was, perhaps even more so.
The next thing I knew, mom was standing beside the bed extending her
stinking fingers out to me so I could suck the juices from them. Before I could
start this new task Cora gave a grunt and drove at least two more inches of hard
rubber into my rectum. The pain was terrific, so bad in fact that my penis began
to soften. I watched Cora glance down and smile. That's when I knew something
very bad was about to happen to me. At the moment that mom's fingers were jammed
into my mouth, Cora's hands grabbed my testicles and began squeezing
immercifully on those poor lumps of sensitive flesh and nerve endings. I tried
to scream, but mom's fingers and the high level of pain prevented me. It was
then that the outside world once more intruded onto my dream world. Mabel
punched me squarely in the face, bloodying my nose, splitting my lips and making
me see stars.
"Pay attention you little maggot or I swear I'll dunk you in the toilet
until you either drown or suck up every drop of god knows what is fermenting
there!"
