Chapter 6
Rhonda Pogues was resting in the tiny dressing room behind the stage of Go-Go Girls Galore.
Sweat still dripped from her exhausted frame. She shivered and wrapped a bathrobe around her otherwise naked body.
She had made forty-three dollars in tips during her first shift on stage.
Not as good as Biffy, perhaps, but certainly much better than she could have done working twenty minutes at Millie's. Rhonda really would have quit her job at that horrible little establishment months ago if it hadn't been for Tony.
The two hundred pounds of pure muscle and virility kept her serving burritos and sangria to the obnoxious businessmen who frequented the place during her shift. They very rarely left big tips.
But Rhonda persevered with the hope that, one day soon, Tony would give her a big, big tip!
The shapely girl sighed and glanced at her watch. She was due to dance in fifteen more minutes.
Fifi LaMoore was now on stage, and the men were reacting like savage animals just set loose after months of captivity. Rhonda wondered how much money Fifi was making in tips. Probably more than forty-three dollars.
But, then again, Fifi was always bringing herself to orgasm on stage, just like Biffy.
Rhonda suddenly decided to masturbate on stage the next time she went on, too. What the hell, she was performing this job because she liked the feeling of humiliation it brought to her. And what could be more humiliating than fondling yourself in front of a group of drunken bums???
Fifi had chosen a medley of Madonna tunes to rattle and shake to. "Into the Groove" had just ended. The men were applauding and cheering uproariously. Fifi had no doubt just come and was about to leave the stage. Rhonda would be on in ten minutes.
Rhonda wondered if her fellow go-go dancers really did come. It certainly would be quite easy to fake an orgasm on stage!
That was immaterial, the girl decided. Whether' they came or not, Rhonda was going to stimulate herself until she actually did.
The girl was sure the tips would come pouring in just as her juices came pouring out!
Fifi came running into the dressing room. She was chomping on gum as usual. "Eighty-two lousy dollars!" she complained.
Rhonda thought of the forty-three dollars she had made, and was quite glad of the decision she had just made!
In a few minutes, Sheena Easton had replaced the blaring jukebox, and Rhonda was in the middle of the spotlight, wiggling her scantily-clad ass.
The guzzling crowd was wailing in delight at the sight of a new piece of flesh (most had not seen Rhonda's earlier set).
"Shake your ass, Pippi, baby"
Pippi Pogues was Rhonda's stage name.
She responded by spreading her spreading her legs clad in black fishnet tights (with a seam up the back), facing the back of the stage, bending over, and thrusting her perfectly-formed cheeks straight at the audience.
Rhonda grabbed her stiletto-heeled shoes and began bouncing her ass back and forth. The men hooted and hollered.
Sheena Easton sang about spending the night inside her sugar walls.
The crowd of lecherous old men and t-shirt clad slobs with beer bellies was responding wildly.
Tony sat silently by the bar, staring at Rhonda's gyrating figure. He reached down and squeezed the huge mound that was beginning to grow between his legs.
This was Pippi Pogues last time on stage for the evening, he knew. He couldn't wait to meet Rhonda!
"Show us those tits! Show us those tits!" demanded a particularly vociferous member of the crowd.
Rhonda turned around and did as she was requested. She pulled the two tiny tassels off her nipples and paraded around the stage, bathed in the harsh spotlight. She shook her luscious globes sexily. She displayed her wares for all to see.
The crowd was going wild. Rhonda knew they always did this late at night. They were all usually close to passing out from all the alcohol they had poured down their throats.
She strutted around the stage like a peacock. The new section of her show had to begin soon, or the music would run out, she thought.
She grasped the tiny sequined panty and pulled it off. The audience screamed for more. She threw the coveted item into the crowd. A roar went up, and bodies clamored over one another to retrieve it.
The music was pounding, and the men were screaming in anticipation.
Rhonda stuck her middle finger deep into the folds of her pussy.
The men moaned in delight as they watched the slender, white digit disappear deep within the mound of pubic hair.
Rhonda thrust her hips forward for effect. Cries went up from the drunken men. She began to fondle the wet sticky area between her pussy lips. Her thumb began to stroke her clit.
Her legs were spread, her back was arched. Her mouth was twisted in an expression of ecstasy. Her eyes were tightly closed.
Rhonda loved this feeling. Standing on stage, her body bathed in sweat, the spotlight shining directly on her limber body. Hundreds of men delighting in her spectacular, sexual exploration of herself right in front of their very eyes.
She listened to the cheers and cries as she fingered herself. She soon felt herself coming. Juice exploded deep within her inner tissues. Her fingers were soaked. The audience cheered.
The public display was over. So were the songs.
Dollar bills rained down upon the stage. Rhonda spent a few seconds collecting the dirty green bills, then ran backstage for the comfort of her bath robe.
She was relaxing on the wooden stool in the dressing room once again. Her body had cooled down, and the sweat had evaporated. She was totally exhausted.
Suddenly, there was a tap on the door. Rhonda jumped. Oh, shit! After a particularly stimulating performance like the one she had just given, there were always "visitors" invading the dressing room. And it usually wasn't autographs they were after.
This late at night, the bouncer rarely did his job. Rhonda would have to deal with whoever was at the door by herself.
She wrapped the terrycloth bathrobe around herself tightly and stood up.
"Just get the hell out of here, you fucking pervert!" she yelled as she flung open the door.
Then her heart skipped a beat. Instead of a fat, drunken slob on the other side of the dressing room door, there stood a handsome, brawny Italian. Tony, to be exact.
Rhonda's eyes bulged. 'What are you doing here?" she exclaimed. Oh, God, had he seen her make herself come on stage, she wondered, suddenly horrified at what she had just done. She felt embarrassed and ashamed.
"You invited me to come watch you dance some time," Tony replied in those sexy, guttural tones of his. He always seemed to be slurring his words, but he was really just hiding a very thick Brooklyn accent. Rhonda loved his voice.
"And, Pippi, I must say I loved every minute of it."
Rhonda blushed as she motioned for the hunky guy to enter the dressing room.
"I hate those stage names they give us," she said. "I refused to get rid of my last name, however. They wanted to call me Pippi Pussy, and I absolutely refused!"
Tony placed his manly form on the stool Rhonda had been sitting in moments earlier. The man exuded such a strong air of virility and masculinity.
Rhonda stared at the bulge between his legs. It was obvious the guy had a raging hard on. And what a hard on it was! Rhonda could tell the man was carrying a whopper between his legs!
"So, uh, did you, uh, like the show?"
"I loved it. Especially when you came. I almost came myself. I'm still pretty worked up about it now, as you can probably tell."
One large, hairy hand reached down and the man fondled his crotch before Rhonda's unbelieving eyes.
"Uh, do you want to help me get rid of this problem I have?"
Rhonda gulped. "Y-y-y-y ... "
She was unable to utter an entire word.
The muscular Italian smiled at her knowingly. "I assume that means yes. Just what I thought."
He continued kneading the mound between his legs. Tony was wearing tight white jeans, and Rhonda could see the outline of a thick, long pole sticking up in the area of the crotch. The hose-like bulge reached passed the top of the man's jeans!
His dick must be at least eleven inches long, the girl thought in amazement. Was that even possible.
"Yeah, most little sluts like you are just dying to have me ram my huge Italian sausage right up their tight little twats."
Rhonda was shocked at this verbal abuse. But definitely stimulated by it, also!
This was exactly how she had imagined the tough Italian waiter would be! And she loved every minute of it!
"And, Rhonda, after tonight," he flashed her a saccharine smile. "You have proven that you are quite a little slut. In fact, I'd call you a goddam whore! And you know what should be done to filthy whores?"
Rhonda leaned up against the door of the dressing room and pulled her robe around her naked body even more tightly. She was trembling in excitement and fear. "W-what?" she asked, staring at the massive Italian seated across from her.
Tony stood up and began walking towards the shivering girl.
"Well," he said in his sexy deep voice. "They would love to be fucked, especially by a huge bull-dick like mine. They would love to feel it deep in their filthy cunts. But smart studs like me know that whores sleep around. So we won't put our dicks where hundreds of other guys have shot their wads. No. For filthy whores, there's only one place they should be fucked. And that's up the ass!"
Rhonda tensed in fear. Was Tony really serious? She would have trouble enough fitting that huge thing in her vagina, but how could he conceivable believe that the massive member would ever be able to fit in her tiny little asshole?
He would rip her apart!
The go-go dancer began to open the door to the dressing room in fear.
"N-n-n-no, Tony. Please. You'll never fit! You'll tear me to shreds! Please, please just fuck me! I want you to fuck me so bad! Please, I'll do anything you want, but don't do that to me! Please, just fuck me instead!"
"Silly bitch!" Tony said, laughing. His massive hand slammed the door shut. He slapped Rhonda across the face. "I'm not going to fuck you because that's exactly what you want me to do! What would be the sense of that?"
Rhonda had fallen to the ground when the powerful dark man had slapped her. She attempted to get up, feeling her left cheek, which was still stinging from the blow. Tears were welling in her pretty blue eyes.
"You are such a stupid little cunt. You really are!"
Rhonda looked up at the towering figure. His booted foot struck out suddenly and kicked her in the chest. She fell to the floor of the dressing room in total shock.
Her robe had fallen open. She attempted to cover herself.
But Tony was already staring lustfully at the exposed white female flesh. He had seen how she moved on the stage, and figured she would be just as good in the sack.
Too bad there was no bed around, though. But his sexual craving had gone to far for him to move to another location now! He wanted to rape this silly bitch then and there!
Rhonda lay in a whimpering heap. The man's slap across the face, and his boot on her chest had hurt her, but something held her back from screaming out in protest. Was it possible that, although he had hurt her, she wanted very much for him to complete the act he had suggested?
An act that would obviously send spasms of pain throughout her tender body?
The hot Italian stud was coming closer to her prostrate figure. He was removing a thick black belt from around his waist. He wielded it at her menacingly.
"You are such a stupid cunt," he said once again. "That I think I'm going to smack some sense into that dense little brain of yours! Filthy, slutty whores deserve to be whipped and beaten!"
Rhonda knew deep down that she had been pretty naughty lately. She had engaged in lesbian activities with her roommate yesterday, after all. And she had exposed herself to crowds of drunken men. Not only that, she had actually masturbated herself to orgasm in front of them!
She hung her head in shame. She really was a filthy, slutty whore! She really did need to be reprimanded for her wrongdoing!
And Tony was the perfect person to force her to atone for her numerous sins!
She felt the belt lash her bare skin. The heavy leather strap had caught her fully on her stomach. She winced in pain. But she deserved every ounce of it.
The hunky Italian struck her once again, this time on the back. "Take THAT, you goddam SLUT!" he yelled.
Rhonda knew she was guilty of being a slut. She rightfully deserved the pain.
The belt flogged her body again and again. Tony continued to hurl verbal abuse at her in that sexy voice of his.
Rhonda felt as if the burly, hot stud were purifying her with every lash. Cleansing her before he would allow his manhood to enter the depths of her vile body.
"Enough of that!" he growled suddenly. He cast the belt away, and began to undo the white jeans that held captive his amazingly long throbbing member.
Rhonda wiped away a stray tear and felt her body throbbing where the brawny man had wracked it with blows from his heavy black belt.
Her body wanted to be ravaged by something else. And the pain would be of an entirely different type.
"Turn over, bitch!" Tony demanded.
Rhonda did as she was instructed. She found that quick obedience came very easily to her.
She lay on the floor of the dressing room, face down.
She felt her robe being lifted. The man threw it over her head. She was shielded by the cloth, and could not see what the man was up to next.
But she could certainly feel it!
If Rhonda's head had not been covered by the back of her robe, she would surely have marveled at Tony's thick Italian tool. The dark, meaty member stood stiffly at attention. Its twelve inches throbbed in the cool dressing room air. The blood engorged shaft was almost as thick, if not thicker, than one of Rhonda's wrists. A huge, thick vein ran along the entire length of the underside. The head was massive-as big as a fist.
And Tony was preparing to shove this impressive slab of manmeat deep into Rhonda's tiny pink asshole.
It really did seem as if the laws of nature would deep this action impossible. The cock was so big, and Rhonda's hole so small. But the burly Italian stud was prepared to try.
This little whore needed to be punished, and he was going to see that she received her retribution, even if she was killed in the process!
He spit on his hand and generously wiped some of the liquid on the head of his monster prick. He certainly did not do this to make his entrance any easier on the bitch. He did this because it really would have been impossible to even attempt to shove his twelve inches in without some sort of lubrication, no matter how insignificant!
He ran his huge throbbing head up and down the warm butt crack. He liked the feel of his dick between the smooth ass cheeks.
But he knew he was gong to enjoy what came next much better.
He felt the slut underneath him tense as she felt his head press up against the tiny pink entrance of her ass.
Her sphincter muscles, not used to such an intrusion, contracted immediately.
Tony was really going to have to plunge in powerfully if he ever hoped to violate the small hole.
So, without warning, he thrust deep within the girl's ass cheeks.
She screamed in pain and her head shot up in horror. This was the most awful experience she had ever been forced to endure in her life! It felt as if a smoldering poker had been shoved up her tender ass!
Tony's sensation, however, was entirely different. He felt the muscles of the girl's colon gripping the huge member as it was thrust right beside them.
He reamed forward into the girl's ass. The head of his cock exploded into her rectum. The girl was wailing uncontrollably.
"SHUT UP, BITCH!" the brawny guy shouted sternly, giving the girl a resounding smack on the head. "YOU DESERVE EVERY BIT OF WHAT YOU'RE GETTING!!"
Just as Rhonda felt sure she would pass out from the. horrible sensations wracking her entire body, she felt the muscles in her ass stretch to make way for the thick hard meat that was being savagely thrust up her tiny chute.
She began to breathe again. She wasn't going to be ripped apart, after all! But, still, the sensation certainly wasn't at all pleasurable!
But Rhonda came to the conclusion that, being the filthy whore she was, she really didn't deserve pleasant sex with the object of her lust. This was the best she could hope for.
Tony was certainly enjoying himself, however. The man had stripped himself of all his clothes, and his hark, hairy body was glistening with sweat as he pounded deeper and deeper up Rhonda's tender chute.
Even though the man was possessed with an extremely large cock which made even the most loose of cunts seem tight, Tony had always particularly enjoyed the even tighter sensation that only a woman's asshole could give.
The only problem was, he rarely found a woman who was willing to share these delights with him. So, he had to search around for dumb sluts like Rhonda who really did need to be punished. And this was the best way the man could think of to both teach the cunts a lesson while letting him get his rocks off also!
He shifted the direction of his plunges. Rhonda seemed to be betting used to the huge dick sodomizing her ass. He wanted to ream every section of her bowels with his bulbous head, so that the stupid bitch wouldn't be able to sit down for a week or so!
Rhonda moaned in slight agony as the man shifted his position and his Italian cock began brutally stabbing some deeply buried unknown wall of her bowels. She was afraid he might permanently damage something up there! Oh, would he never come?
Rhonda would definitely have to think twice about doing something bad again! This punishment was certainly quite severe!
Tony began moaning in pleasure as he thrust into the girl again and again. He arched his muscular back, and rivulets of sweat ran courses through the thick mats of hair that covered his chest.
His huge dark hands smacked the moaning girl on the back. His thighs, as thick as tree stumps, threatened to snap her fragile leg bones in two!
Tony was going to come any moment now. He felt the spunk bubbling up in his balls. He felt the tight, warm ass surrounding his pulsating member, and the silky sheath gripping onto the cock with every thrust.
"Oh, yeah, I'm coming, bitch!" he moaned huskily, snapping his hips back and forth. Rhonda was now bucking her ass up to meet his thrusts. The man suddenly wondered if she was beginning to enjoy her punishment a bit too much!
"But I ain't gonna come in you!" he said, pulling out roughly.
Rhonda gasped. The man's massive left hand suddenly threw her aching body around. He was gripping the large tool with his other hand. He was beating himself off before her very eyes.
Suddenly, the man brought his cock inches away from her face. "Drink my come, bitch!" he demanded.
From the tiny slit on the top of his blood-engorged dick-head burst a thick stream of creamy white liquid. The first spurt hit Rhonda right under her left eye. Subsequent loads were aimed all around her face. The girl was humiliated. Here she was, beat and abused, forced to have Tony's come spattering all over her face!
The last few drops were aimed down her throat. She swallowed them immediately.
Tony's hulking frame was still sitting on top of her exhausted body. His dick quickly became flaccid.
"Well, bitch, how did you enjoy your punishment?"
"Oh, Tony, I really don't know what to say! I've been a very bad girl, and I'll never do anything bad again. Thank you for teaching me to be a good girl! I promise I'll do better!"
"That's very good, Rhonda. Because you know I see you every day at work. If you slip up again, I'll know all about it. And I'll be forced to punish you once again. Now, that wouldn't be very pleasant, would it?"
Rhonda looked at him with her pretty blue eyes. "No! That would be very awful!" she replied.
But, deep down inside, she couldn't wait until the next time she was required to atone for her sins!