Chapter 7
They made her cook them spaghetti. Susan and Diane wouldn't let her clean up, but they did give her some clothes. The outfit they made her put on was shameful, worse than being naked. But by now, Tanya knew that the whole point was to shame her as much as the could. They had given her a red bikini even smaller than the ones the two of them had worn earlier. They had taken her sandals from her and replaced them with six-inch spikes that bent Tanya's feet cruelly, made standing a fiendish torture. Then they had chained her, putting a collar around her slender throat and hooking it with a leash, then fastening a length of chain between her legs that connected just above her ankles and stretched no more than six inches. As a final touch, for no reason Tanya could see other than perhaps adornment, they had looped a half dozen thin gold chains around her tiny waist.
Then the women had made her cook dinner. She went through her paces like a zombie, unable to think of anything except, her degradation.
She had acted like a slut, begged men and women alike to use her body in any way they wanted, climaxed with cocks up her ass and between her tits, a fist up her cunt and a cunt on her mouth. She was what her mother would call a floozy. She wasn't even worthy of her husband, much less the family she'd been born into. The only place for her now was here, among these trashy people.
Tanya wondered if Susan and the others would keep her. The idea filled her with despair, but she couldn't think of where else she could go. Escape seemed impossible. She could never go back to her old life after what had happened today.
When she walked out in front of the men, they whooped and hollered. Harry pinched her high on the inside of her right thigh as she opened his can of beer and set it down beside him. Robert wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him so he could bite her tender, quivering stomach. She almost dropped his beer while he was biting her, and she trembled to think about what he would have done to her if she had spilled beer on him. They were all so violent, and she was helpless before them.
When she went back into the kitchen to get the spaghetti, she noticed that Susan and Diane had already polished off several cans of the beer.
She picked up the spaghetti in one hand and the sauce in the other, balancing the bread precariously in the crook of one arm.
It was as she was turning toward the door that Diane and Susan came back in the kitchen. Tanya stopped short, wobbled on her high heels and almost dropped the spaghetti. When she regained her balance, she noticed that both the girls had mixed drinks in their hands now, and her level of terror and anticipation grew.
"Doesn't the little princess look good this way?" Susan asked in a mocking, Iittle-girl voice. "Why, it might make you think that the little china doll did some real work sometime."
"Wouldn't she look sexy in one of than tight little waitress uniforms they wear down at the doughnut shop?" Diane asked, her voice husky with lust and alcohol. "Imagine the little society girl hustling fast food!"
Tanya groaned, the muscles in her beautifully tapering legs aching from the effort of walking on the sharp-spiked heels. She wavered back and forth, trying to concentrate on balancing the three trays in her arms. She didn't want to think about the degrading things Susan and Diane were saying to humiliate her, but it was impossible to ignore them. Their words made her want to die, but she also felt an unwelcome tickling in her cunt. Tanya felt more defiled yet as she realized that just their mockery could turn her on.
She uttered a despairing moan.
"Are you getting hot?" Susan asked with an evil gleam in her eyes, taking a step closer to Tanya. "Is the prissy little pussy catching on fire again? Here, china doll, let me cool that poor, hot pussy down a little."
Before Tanya knew what was happening, Susan had dipped the ice cubes from he drink and shoved her hand under the tight waistband of Tanya's tiny bikini bottom. She worked the two big cubes between the slippery lips of Tanya's cunt, cramming them as far inside the girl as her fingers would reach. A moment later, Laughing as if she thought it was the funniest thing in the world, Diane shoved her ice cubes up after them, then poured her drink over the disheveled beauty's head for good measure.
The cold went through Tanya's body in waves, carrying with it a shivery ache that made it nearly impossible for the girl to stay on her feet. Her cunt didn't go numb with the cold as she had thought it might. Instead, it hurt, and the pain get worse with each passing instant.
"Look at her tremble," Susan said, and there was an almost dreamy expression on her crueI, beautiful face. "Look at those pretty goose bumps. Her skin is so creamy. She's got such a beautiful body."
Tanya tried to picture herself as the bitter cold from the ice cubes made her battered body tremble. Her face was still smeared with dried jism and pussy cream, her neck was already landscaped with bruises from Diane and Susan's biting, and the valley between her tits was crusty from Robert's second orgasm. Her supple, sensuous body was draped in chains, she was wearing a whorish bikini, a collar and six-inch high heels.
"WelI, get out there, bitch, and dish up some food!" Susan pinched one of Tanya's nipples through the almost transparent cover of her bikini top. "Now that you've used our ice cubes, we're going to have to get some more."
Cramps gripped her frozen pussy as she walked out of the kitchen. She buckled to one side, almost spilling the three trays of food. Her cunt wrenched at the ice cubes, contracting in a desperate effort to expel the agonizing objects. Her cunt was getting soaked with ice water now that the cubes had started to melt, and Tanya trembled with shame as well as cold as the freezing water began to flow down her trembling inner thighs. The crotch of her bikini would be soaked, as if she had pissed on herself.
"Well, here comes the whore," Harry boomed out as she brought the food toward them. "Move that lazy ass, sexy. I'm hungry as shit!"
Tanya put the dishes onto the table and started forking out Harry's spaghetti. She had to stand between the two men as she filled their plates, and both of them grabbed at her sultry young body.
Harry covered one whole cheek of her ass with one of his giant hands and squeezed until he almost lifted her off her feet. Robert pinched the pretty girl again and again, making a trail up one creamy flank and not veering toward the center of her body until he reached the outer curve of one firm young tit.
Tanya shook and squirmed, trying to seal off from her mind the sensations from the men's probing hands and the melting ice cubes. Already tremors of lust were tickling through her stomach. What had she become, that she could be turned on so easily?
"Perfect ass," Harry said as she finished filling his plate. He spoke like a man would of a horse he was considering buying. "She's a beautiful bitch, but it's the ass that really sells it. She's got the most perfect ass I've ever seen."
"Good long legs, too," Robert added, slapping the front of one silky thigh and watching the jiggle of her creamy flesh as the blow shook through it. "Tits are just a little small to be a ten, but the nipples are great. And they stand up like bullets."
Tanya moaned and twisted, almost dropping Robert's plate. The ice cubes in her cunt sent shockwaves through her body, but it was the degrading, dehumanizing way the men talked about her that was turning her on the most.
For same reason, the more they humiliated her, the more they treated her like a piece of meat, a worthless sex toy to be used for their amusement, the more turned on she got. It was hideous, so terrible that Tanya wished she was dead-but every filthy, degrading thing they said about her was making her a little bit hotter.
"I think you're full of shit though," Robert said at last, and he reached up and pinched the pretty, aroused girl on her cheek. "It's the face that sells it. A Iot of bitches have good bodies, but it's not every day that you rope in one with a face like this. That cute little mouth, those big blue eyes. She looked fucking wonderful with your cock sticking in her pretty face."
Tanya stepped uncertainly around Robert, pulling free of their hands. She took two shaky steps toward Diane's plate, then had to stop as a quake of pure lust shook through her heated body. She clamped her thighs tightly together and put her hand on the table to balance herself.
The ice cubes were melting fast now as her cunt began to steam, and the crotch of her bikini bottom was drenched with ice water and pussy cream. It ran down her legs in fast-moving streams. Slowly, carefully, she picked up Diane's plate and started to fill it with spaghetti.
"Hey, what the fuck is this?" Robert shouted from behind her, and Tanya cringed Iike a whipped dog at the sound of his loud voice. "Look at that cunt! She's dripping like a rusty pipe!"
"Her cunt's hungry," Harry said, then nodded at Robert's plate. "You ought to give it something to eat."
Tanya watched him pick up the big steaming meatball as she spooned sauce onto the spaghetti she'd heaped on Diane's plate. She tried to find the right words to beg him not to put the big, hot chunk of meat inside her, but she was too timid to speak. She remained silent as he slipped his band beneath her tight bikini bottom and pushed the burning meatball up inside her pussy.
Tanya started screaming and jerking as the fiery heat of the meatball clashed with the freezing cold of the melting ice cubes. Diane's plate started to slip from her fingers and she grabbed at it, trying to regain her balance and her hold onto the slippery plate.
Another orgasm tore through her cunt, and her legs failed her. As she fell, Tanya tried to grab the plate in midair, but it was no use. She fell hard on the dirty floor and the plate Ianded face down just inches from her head. She heard the wet slap of spaghetti and sauce against the floor and cried with frustration. She'd tried so hard to do exactly what they wanted, not give them any excuse to torture her.
The thought of punishment made her treacherous cunt squirm and wriggle. She moaned and twisted languidly as the meatball and ice cubes filled her pussy with clashing waves of hot and cold. Her cunt flexed so powerfully that the ice cubes melted to nothing and the meatball was smashed into a pancake, but the forces they had set to work inside her sultry young body kept right on building.
"You clumsy, worthless cunt!" Diane screamed, she and Susan bursting from the kitchen as though they had been waiting for just such a moment. "You dropped my plate, you silly whore! You ruined my whole dinner!"
"There's so much more, there's still plenty." Tanya pressed her face against the filthy floor, not daring to look up at either of her beautiful female captors. "I'II get a clean plate, I'II clean up the mess. I'm sorry. I just . . . I just . . ."
"You'll just eat that mess, baby doll!" Diane growled, dropping to her knees beside Tanya and lifting the plate off the mess of spaghetti. "You can start by licking this plate clean."
Tanya sniveled, her eyes red and puffy and tears running down her cheeks. But she flicked her pretty pink tongue from her mouth and licked the cool plate. As she licked the glass, collecting bits of spaghetti and sauce, she rubbed her full, pointy tits into the rough floor and squirmed her drenched, velvety thighs against each other.
When she'd cleaned the plate, Diane pulled it away from her and plunged Tanya's face fully into the pile of spaghetti that was in front of her. Tanya opened her mouth and started eating, crying at the terrible depth of her degradation.
"Suck that spaghetti down!" Diane ordered, mashing Tanya's pretty face as hard as she could into the gooey mess of pasta. "Lick up that sticky sauce, pretty rich girl. You're a fucking worthless piece of shit. Can't fuck, can't suck, can't cook, can't even serve tables. What the fuck are you good for?"
Tanya whimpered as she slurped up the spilled spaghetti. She cried out in pain When Diane shoved her head hard enough to bang her face against the floor, choked when she got too big a mouthful of the dirty pasta stuck in her throat. Diane didn't stop pushing her head down until Tanya had sucked the last strand of spaghetti off the floor, Licked up the last trace of sauce. By then the broken housewife was stuffed with pasta.
"Now say you're sorry!" Diane demanded when the job was done, barking at Tanya before flashing a smile to the others.
They laughed at the cringing girl and made rude remarks about how she'd licked the floor clean.
"I'm sorry," Tanya sobbed, keeping her head down. "Please let me get you a clean plate. I'II do a good job, I promise."
"Clean plate, shit!" Diane growled. She yanked on Tanya's leash until the girl was back on her feet, then shoved her roughly back down on the table. "You dropped my plate, china doll, so now I'm going to eat off your sexy little bod."
Tanya quivered helplessly as Diane stripped off her tiny top and Susan tore her bottom in half.
"What a fucking good idea," Harry laughed. and he picked up his plate and threw his spaghetti in Tanya's pretty, pale face. "Diane, sometimes l think four years of marriage has Diane responded with a catty smile and emptied the whole vat of spaghetti out on Tanya's naked, sexy body.
She spread the slimy spaghetti all over Tanya's body. She put most of it on the flat, quivering plain of the girl's stomach and over the heaving, pointed mounds of her tits, but she also stuffed some into the girl's open mouth and trailed it over her cheeks, across her forehead and through her hair. She drew it down the girl's slender arms and shapely legs, and she even stuffed some up the marshy hole of the girl's cunt.
Susan poured on the sauce next, covering the cushion of spaghetti with steaming red sauce. She capped each of Tanya's tits with a meatball, stuck a big meatball between her teeth like an apple in the mouth of a pig, then settled another in the shallow cup of the girl's navel and stuffed two more up the crevice of her cunt.
After that, the men sprinkled on grated cheese and they all began to eat.
Tanya didn't know what to do. She was submerged beneath a solid coat of pasta, and four people were eating off her supple body. She squirmed, feeling so corrupted by what Diane and the others had done to her that she was on the verge of an orgasm. The spaghetti burned her skin, made her feel hot and sticky. When one of her four captors pulled spaghetti off her it made her itch, tickled her as it slid off her sensitive skin.
She couldn't keep herself from squirming, couldn't hide her growing passion from the terrible foursome gathered around her.
"She's getting off," Susan said with a knowing smile. She leaned forward and plunged her tongue into the girl's sticky cunt, and rolled one of the meatballs into her mouth.
"The little wasp princess must have at least a touch of Italian in her."
"More like a touch of gutter slut," Robert replied, dropping his fork and leaning down over the girl to eat the spaghetti with his mouth. "This sure makes the spaghetti taste good, though."
Tanya squealed as Susan pulled the other meatball from her cunt, arching up off the table in a spasm of lust. An orgasm crashed through her body, making her writhe and twist in the sea of saucy muck. It wasn't the kind of killing orgasm she had suffered earlier, but it was strong enough to make her whole body quake with lust, and all four of her cruel hosts Iaughed and called her names as the climax stormed its way through her. Harry leaned over her and kissed her fully on her mouth, pulling the meatball Susan had lodged between her teeth into his mouth and then using his tongue to push a clot of spaghetti down Tanya's throat. He kissed and slurped at her mouth until he'd cleaned it of pasta and sauce, then burped between her parted lips and raised up away from her.
A moment later, Harry flopped his fat, partially hard cock against her sauce-smeared face and Tanya whimpered with dismay.
Then Robert stood up and slapped his half hard cock against her face, too. Tanya didn't need an order to know what the two men wanted her to do, and she stuck her wet, pink tongue from her mouth and flicked it over the two giant cock heads. Diane and Susan were both gnawing on the meatball that was sitting in the cup of her navel, and her flat, downy tummy quaked with the work of their tongues and teeth against her flesh.
"Here, take this in your pretty mouth, rich bitch," Robert growled and shoved his big cock between her straining lips. "Let's see how many inches l can shove in your baby doll face."
Tanya's lips were spread grotesquely wide around the wrist-thick stalk of Robert's cock. His fat, dripping cock head filled her whole mouth. Tanya tried to clamp her lips tightly around his cock, stall its rush by running her tongue over the prick head, but it was no use. Robert surged forward and his gigantic cock slid into her throat.
Tanya gagged, but that didn't stop him. Her eyes bulged and her body shook and spit drooled from the corners of her lips, but that didn't give him pause. Tanya couldn't breathe. Her throat felt as though it was going to be torn open, and her head was swimming, but she knew none of that mattered. Robert wanted to fuck her throat with his mammoth cock. And what he wanted, he was going to have.
Inch after inch of wrist-thick cock slid past the tightly drawn band of the pretty girl's Iips. Inch after inch of choking prick meat bulled its way down her helplessly gagging throat. While Robert fucked her throat with his cock, Harry was dragging his prick all over Tanya's face. He poked her satiny cheeks with his giant, dripping cock head. He slapped the bridge of her nose and smeared his sticky fuck lube on her fluttering eyelids. He crisscrossed the girl's pretty face with fresh lines of cock lube, waiting his turn to drive his giant cock down her tight, wet throat.
"Look at her," Susan said with a short, cruel laugh. She licked the last drop of sauce out of the girl's naveI, then crawled up onto the table beside her. "Her throat's swollen with cock. You can see Robert's cock head right through her throat."
Tanya could believe it. She felt as though her throat was being scoured by the monster cock, as though some huge drill was widening the tunnel of her constricting gullet. The fat head of Robert's cock seemed to be buried fully in her chest now, dripping its burning pre-cum behind the shifting mounds of her tits.
Susan wrapped her long, muscular legs around Tanya's right thigh, drawing the girl's silky, spaghetti-stained leg tight against her cunt. Diane climbed up onto the table on the other side and wrapped her thighs around Tanya's other leg. Tanya groaned with shame and Iust as the two beautiful women rubbed their juicy cunts against her heated, silky flesh. Once again, all four of them were using her body at the same time. It was as though she was some kind of suck-and-fuck toy, with three holes, juicy tits and long legs to be used for any perversity the four of them could imagine. Tanya didn't think she could stand much more of this debauchery.
Robert pulled his cock out of her throat, and she could feel every ghastly inch as it pulled back through the bruised, clasping channel. She gulped desperately for air as the fat head of his cock popped free of her lips, but before she could catch more than a single breath, Harry had jerked her face toward his prick.
Tanya's jaw felt sprung as Harry's colossal cock head forced her mouth open. Her Iips stretched until they cracked, and her tongue was flattened against the bottom of her mouth. Then he nudged his hips forward and sent the whole big fucker down her throat. Tanya hadn't taken him in her throat when Diane had made her suck him earlier, hadn't imagined that such a thing could ever be possible. Now she was beginning to understand that anything was possible-as long as these evil people desired it. If it hurt her, ruined her, then that was just too bad.
Thinking about their savagery, their complete disregard for her, the young housewife began to get excited. Both Diane and Susan were rubbing their knees over the swollen lips of her cunt, and now she began to squirm back against them, flickers of renewed excitement fluttering through her body. They slammed their cunts against the girl's satiny Iegs, ground her into the table beneath their big, sexy bodies. Tanya writhed beneath them, urging her cunt back against them, thrilling to the slippery wetness of their cunts against her flesh.
Robert and Harry took turns with her mouth, first one and then the other fucking his gigantic cock down her unresisting throat. By slow degrees, Tanya began to crave the slick saltiness of their fuck lube on her tongue, and she cried with longing for the agonizing thickness of their cocks to fill her ravaged throat. She whipped her head from side to side, not needing to be pulled from one cock to the other.
When Robert brought her hands down from over her head, she wrapped them around the two huge pricks without hesitation. Tears still ran tracks down through the mix of spit and fuck slime and spaghetti that stained her pretty face, but her eyes had glazed over with lust.
"I'm such a whore," she gurgled as she slipped Robert's cock from her mouth and turned to take on Harry's. "I'm such a filthy slut!"
She pumped wildly on both the mammoth cocks she held, dragging one over her heated face as she slogged the other one between her lips. Her dainty hands couldn't circle either of the mighty shafts of prick meat, and together they put her whole face in shadow. She dragged her lips from one prick to the other as fast as she could, Iicking and kissing over the huge cock heads, even catching the men's giant, hairy balls and washing them clean in her mouth. Spit and fuck lube drooled from her mouth in a bubbling current until her lips and chin and cheeks were gleaming. The rest of her face was covered with silvery streaks of pre-cum.
"Look at the bitch!" Diane gasped, something like awe coloring her voice. "She's ours now! Her pretty round ass, her big pointy tits, her china doll face-it's all our personal property!"
Tanya heard the words, heard Diane sentence her to months, perhaps years of sexual torture and degradation, but it didn't matter. The feel of the two hot, dripping cunts rubbing on her thighs, the hard, round bones of their knees punching the mouth of her pussy, was driving her insane. Susan and Diane lowered their heads to her tits and bit and tongued her nipples, and Tanya screamed out her pleasure.
She was cumming.
Tanya bucked and wriggled until the table groaned under the fury of her passion. She dragged both huge cocks over her soiled cheeks in wide crazy circles, tried to stuff them both in her mouth at once and howled with frustration when she couldn't manage it. She clamped her legs together so powerfully that she trapped Diane and Susan against her, and then she smashed her cunt frantically over their captive thighs.
Harry and Robert started cumming at almost the same instant.
Tanya pumped on them until her dainty hands were blurs on their jism belching cocks. She pointed their big pricks down at her face and opened her mouth as wide as she could to catch their flying fuck cream.
The first huge rope of cum from Harry's cock stretched from one side of her mouth to the other, both ends congealing on her cheeks while the middle landed on her tongue. She sucked at the thick jism and pulled the end of the line into her mouth just as though it was another strand of spaghetti.
Robert's first blast of cum entered her mouth at an angle and filled her left cheek until it bulged with cock cream. She held it there while Harry gushed a second rope of jizz straight down her throat. Suddenly she wanted to smell cum, to have cum fill her up, and she touched the head of Robert's cock against one of her nostrils. The splash of jism burned like fire as it filled up her nose, but that didn't stop her from giving the other nostril the same treatment. While she did, her aim with Harry's cock faltered and he sprayed two pasty streams of cum over her eyes and forehead.
The jism burned Tanya's eyes, but she kept them open while she ran the cum-drooling heads of both cocks over her cheeks. She used the two pricks the way an artist would a paintbrush, decorating her face with lines and blotches of gooey cock cream. As their orgasms began to slow, she laid both cocks on her lips and sucked down the last of their jism with a wet, whistling sound. Then she licked both huge, meaty cocks clean.
"I'm a harlot," Tanya whined as she bucked and twisted on the table, one orgasm after another tearing through her supple, sweaty body. "I'm a bitch. A bitch dog! Oh, fuck me! I'm nothing but a dog!"
"She wants more," Susan said, punching the girl in the stomach to make the grip she had on her leg loosen. "I don't think you guys are up for it, either." -
"Shit on you," Harry said, then he winked at Robert. "Or more precisely, I guess, piss on her."
Robert giggled and both men started pissing. Tanya gagged when their piss poured into her mouth, splashed up her nose and into her eyes, streamed down her cheeks and soaked her pretty hair. But she didn't try to push them away. And she didn't close her mouth.
She did cum. Her thighs rubbed together and her body squirmed sinuously in the mucky mix of spaghetti and sweat and sex juice. One orgasm merged with another, each one more powerfuI, more devastating than the last. She drank their piss and choked on their piss and showered in their piss, and she climaxed helplessly, repeatedly.
AII she could smell or taste was piss and cum. AII she could think about was sex and pain and degradation.
She was still cumming when the men ran out of piss and stepped away.
"Okay, babydolI," Susan said, turning her nose up at the filthy muck the sex-maddened young beauty was wallowing in. "For your first meal, that was okay. Now all you have to do is clean up the table and the dishes. Wash with your tongue and dry with your hair-and we'll watch, to make sure you do a good job."
Robert scooped a leather belt off the floor. "I think she'll do just fine," he said with a blood-thirsty expression. "With the proper instruction."
Tanya saw the belt and wailed with lust, and slowly, painfully, started licking. They started beating her before her tongue touched the table, and kept beating her for what seemed like a very long time.
She never stopped cumming.