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Neighborhood Nympho - Chapter 16
The monitor made some adjustments on the table holding Charlie and now it was all downhill, literally as well as figuratively. Where it made the most difference was in her birth canal. Now the machine doing her pussy had the assistance of gravity. The blonde nympho had just been revived after passing out from the over exuberance of the team doing her stomach. In their case it was too fast and too much and her belly could not handle the flood of water that inundated her insides. Worse still, the expansion of her bloated belly meant less space for her lungs. Her breath became labored quickly, but everyone was totally concentrating on the way her stomach was becoming more and more distended. It's not surprising that they failed to notice her face had gone from pale to a delicate bluish shade, a sure sign that her lungs had failed. Once more, it was the monitor who stepped in and saved the day. As for Niles and Annabel, they were so busy doing each other in a steamy sixty-nine, that they missed most of the action.
The machine, acting like a combination battering ram and roto-tiller, was doing a great job of warping her well-used cunt and opening up her uterus for exploration and development. Currently it was operating at ninety-five percent of maximum and each contact with what was left of her ruined cervix caused the blonde's eyes to pop. Without some top of the line surgery Charlie would be sentenced to a lifetime of infections and other maladies that would probably terminate in cancer. The walls of her cunt had been scraped thoroughly and in time this brutal treatment would yield a layer of scar tissue that would make her pussy an adventure for any cocksman to fuck. In the case of those using dildos or perhaps their fists, it would just make life extremely unpleasant for the hot-holed teenager.
Charlie handled the high colonic machine with little difficulty thanks to the fact that her intestines were nearly pristine. This was not due to her care about what she ate, but the product of her genes. The team doing her tried other types of enemas, making her hold them until her eyes crossed. She took frigid ones, others near boiling. They contended with all the other processes for space in her intestines, and held their own. The one that gave her the most difficulty involved a combination of glycerine, ground pepper and doubleboiled coffee. This was the favorite of one of Ms. Hawkins lovers, a nurse with an attitude. She used this to control her patients, especially the men with their hard cocks and leering faces everytime she had to give them a sponge bath or change their bedpans.
This particular enema was first of all a jolt to her nervous system that already was over stimulated. What separated this from the other procedures was the strain it put on her ability to void it. It was like giving birth to a set of overdue triplets via her anus. It dominated her focus to the exclusion of all the other terrible torments her body was enduring at the same time. She panicked and went into some type of trance, frothing at the mouth as her anus went into convulsions trying to rid her body of this fiendish passenger. The fact that she passed out was the key to her salvation. However when Charlie awoke she discovered that her sphincter had failed, leaving her distended anus in the open position, a temptation that could not be resisted by her team, or for that matter, the other two teams as well.
Surprisingly it was the doll-like man who was the first to explore this uncharted territory. He made a fist and without much difficulty began working it up Charlie's gaping bunghole. He made good progress and soon had half his forearm inside the teenager's large intestine, having overcome the sphincter controlling the entrance to her rectum without too much resistance. Then he started to get fancy, corkscrewing his arm one way and then the other as her eyes widened and she mewled and sobbed like a little girl from the pain and humiliation of what was happening to her. Progress slowed considerably as her large intestine began to twist and turn and actually run back against itself.
When he extricated his fist and that portion of his arm that had been inside her, both were coated with mucous and other disgusting material that had migrated from her innards onto his skin. At the urging of the others he presented this mess to the blonde bombshell and ordered her to lick it clean or suffer the consequences. The others clapped joyfully as the helpless nympho sucked up the disgusting mess from his arm and fist. Even the two corporate monitors looked away when this occurred. Back at the hotel, Annabelle was sucking Niles' cock and watching this stomach-turning spectacle as he sighed and humped his cock into her mouth, going deeper and wondering if she was going to put out some booty before their little session ended. The same thought was going through his partner's mind as well, and it didn't do much for her.
The overweight, lesbian employee wanted to make sure that the teenage, blonde whore would also feel her anger at the injustice she so starkly represented. What qualifications did this tramp have besides the ability to tempt male weaklings and bend them to her demented will? Let her now experience the woman to woman fury that this downtrodden drudge of the corporate masters had bottled up within her. She outweighed her partner by at least one hundred pounds and packed a wallop motivated by anger and envy, a powerful combination. Just before she began punishing Charlie, she got the bright idea of including the hormone challenged female member of the team working on the teen whore's stomach, doing her best to make that over-sexed tramp rue the day she was born.
Everyone scattered as the young woman with the horrible body odor scrambled onto the table and planted her hairy pussy dead center on Charlie's face, wiggling her body to make sure the fit was solid and able to cope with the teen's struggles. Elvira tried to only breathe through her mouth to minimize the chances of taking in that foul miasma that encircled the attractive twenty-something's body. Unfortunately her eyes began to leak tears when they made contact with that toxic fog. Poor Charlie had tried and failed to get that dead weight off her face. The stench was indescribable, adding to her misery. Then she grunted and shrieked into the woman's cunt as Elvira's fat fist widened the distended anal passageway and began its slow march up into her lower intestine. It did not take too long for Elvira to realize that her fist was too large to be accommodated by Charlie's intestine. She did her best, but soon was exhausted, panting and wheezing from the effort she put forth.
The overweight lesbian wasted no time in bargaining with the painfully thin and almost inarticulate woman who was assisting the black man in making Charlie's life miserable. Now the two women took their places at the blonde's lower entrances. Elvira's fat fist was poised to invade their victim's cunt and hopefully ruin it on the way to what was left of her cervix. Her counterpart greased up her hand and arm before plunging into the blonde's gaping asshole. The black man smiled happily at the prospect of this uppity, white bitch getting her just desserts from the two angry women. When it came to hurting a cunt, there was nobody like another cunt to do it. There was something about the weaker sex that made him very uncomfortable. They could hate like no man and they were more vicious than junkyard dogs when they got pissed off.
The men stood by, arms folded, and watched the trio of angry women utterly annihilate their blonde blue-eyed victim. They could see the lump made my Elvira's fat fist as it worked its way up the teen's birth canal, doing her best to damage the surrounding area as she slowly overcame the blonde's resistance. Charlie was on the verge of passing out from the noxious environment created by the emissions that came from the young woman with the hormone problem. A part of Charlie felt sorry for this anonymous corporate puppet who had no prospects for advancement or marriage. Perhaps marriage might not be as impossible. There could be someone around who had a problem with detecting odors and was blind. They'd make the perfect couple. The blonde teen started to imagine what their honeymoon might be like, and that got her wet, as well as stopped her fixation over the terrible odors that came from this attractive woman. She had to admit that if she was in that man's shoes, she'd be doing her as often as she could get hard, and going down on her by the hour while she recuperated for another round of great fucking. She got so into her fantasy that she hardly noticed what was going on in her bowels and pussy.
The anorexic woman made good progress, aided by the knowledge that the previous male explorer had made it to the promised land and lived to describe it. Egged on by her partner, she tried some fancy movements and got the type of response he was anticipating. He might be a bit on the unstable side, but her partner was a smart man. It took some effort on her part, but she managed to spread her fingers a fraction of an inch and in the closed space where she was located, that produced a bolt of pain that crippled Charlie for a time. The black man pumped his fist and screamed out his victory cry. That would show those idiots in corporate who the man was!
Meanwhile Elvira was being challenged by the tough pussy muscle of the blonde teen. All that fucking had made this portion of her insides much stronger than the average whore, let alone those namby-pamby types who fucked less than once a month and made their partners do all the work. When her fellow explorer made Charlie nearly collapse in pain, she felt it as well. Charlie's cunt clamped down on her forearm and captured it in a grip of steel. For a brief moment Elvira went into a panic, before realizing that there were many ways of escaping if she needed assistance. She was certain that the angry black man would only be too glad to pound his fist down on Charlie's abdomen until her pussy loosened enough to free Elvira's hand. Then the teen would wish she had never been born, that was a certainty. Even as these thoughts crossed her mind, the teen's pussy began relaxing and so she soldiered on, moving closer to her goal, the blonde's uterus.
The bony fingers of the skeleton-like woman were beginning to do some damage to the walls of the blonde bombshell's intestine. She had no way of knowing how the bowel would twist and turn, so often she ran head-on into one of the walls and scrapped or punctured it with her fingernails. It was the perforations and the like which sent Charlie into a coma and forced her to be hospitalized for many weeks as she made a slow recovery. With Elvira's fist only inches away from its goal, Charlie went into convulsions, nearly bucking off the hormone challenged woman. Suddenly everyone was going in a different direction and screaming at the top of their lungs for someone to do something. It was then that the two corporate monitors justified their paychecks, stepping in and sending the six sickies off to another room while they dealt with Charlie's situation.
Annabelle and Niles turned white as they saw their ticket to a corner office at Headquarters, not to mention a better parking space and other corporate perks, on the verge of disappearing, along with their current positions. Both immediately put their PlanB into action, which was oriented towards blaming the other for this fiasco while putting them in a much more favorable light. It got more embarrassing when they both dove under the bed to retrieve their microrecorders and grabbed the wrong one in their haste. Annabelle left without her bra and panties. Niles scooped them up as evidence for his claim that she was a spy from another corporation attempting to compromise his position and expose him as being disloyal to the organization. Neither one fully escaped the wrath of the corporation, but that's a tale for later.
( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )
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