Chapter 9
"WelI, I'II be damned! If it isn't little miss princess."
"No!" Tanya screamed, staring wildly at Susan and Diane as the big ugly man came toward her. "Oh no, please, not him! Anybody but him! Please, Susan, please Diane, nooooo!"
"I don't think she, Iikes you, Bud," Diane said with-a little laugh. "Haven't you been being a good neighbor?"
"She'll Iike me well enough once l shove my cock up that hot little cunt" the giant, hideous man said as he stalked toward the helpless, beautiful housewife. "Once l start fucking her she'll be my A-number-one fan."
Bud Jenkins lived directly across the street from Tanya and her husband, and he was the one neighbor Tanya had gotten to know well since she and John had gotten married and moved into this terrible neighborhood. He was John's boss at the plant where he worked, and Tanya had never seen an uglier, cruder, meaner man in her life. He was only about six feet tall but he weighed over three hundred pounds, and he had tiny, pig-Iike eyes and a round, unpleasant face. He smelled as though he hadn't taken a bath in months. He still lived in this terrible neighborhood even though he could afford a nice house anywhere in town. Tanya was sure it was because he felt more at home among the kind of people who lived here.
From the first time Bud had seen her, he had been hounding Tanya mercilessly, pinching her ass and groping her tits and hinting that things could go very well for John at work if she'd commit perverse acts with him. Once, he'd even suggested she do something with his wife, and Tanya had avoided him like the plague ever since. Now there was no way for her to escape at alI.
"You gals have done just fine," Bud growled. "Don't think l won't remember this when Christmas bonus time comes around."
"Thanks, Bud," Susan answered.
She pulled a pair of chairs over near the bed and she and Diane sat down. "But it wasn't any problem. I wish we could keep her as our private little fuck doll forever."
"Why can't you?" he asked with a shrug of his massive shoulders, reaching the side of the bed. He untied the ropes that held Tanya down and pulled her roughly to her feet. "Shit, whore, you're even more beautiful than l thought you were."
Tanya hung her head, unable to look the horrid man in the face, but she could imagine what she looked like in the lewd outfit Susan and Diane had dressed her up in. It was patterned on a maid's outfit, but it had little in common with the outfits the maids who worked for her mother had worn. It was made of deep-purple satin, and it caught and reflected the light in a sparkling, tawdry display. It was shoulder less and sleeveless, but there were tiny loops of white, frilly cloth that circled her upper arms. Tanya guessed that they were meant to be pushed over the shoulders and used as straps, but they were purely decorative and wouldn't have done much to hold up the dress. The satiny fabric clung precariously to the upper slopes of Tanya's heaving tits, tits that were lifted even higher and straighter by a shameful bra that Looped beneath them, pushed them up almost to her c collarbones but covered almost none of her firm, creamy tit flesh.
She was also wearing black garters, sheer black stockings and tiny silk panties with a slit at the crotch to allow easy access to both her cunt and ass. The dress was cut so high that it barely covered the shameful panties. And her new pair of shoes had six-inch heels. The pain of simply standing was enough to make her cry.
"You been enjoying yourself, pretty bitch?" he asked as he grabbed her hands and brought them to his chest. "Undress me while you tell me. Just like a pretty little maid."
Tanya cried with despair, her beautiful, shamefully costumed young body shaking with the force of her sadness. She unbuttoned Bud's shirt and edged it off his shoulders, revealing his hairy, grossly fat torso. He was like a living mountain. The thought of that pig fucking her, grinding that huge body down on her tender, fragile, form made Tanya sick. It occurred to her suddenly that there were no ropes or chains on her, that this was the first time in over twenty-four hours that she hadn't been bound in some way. It didn't matter. She was no more free now than when she was tied hand and foot. They had domesticated her completely; she was nothing but a housebroken little slave girl.
"She's been cumming nonstop the whole fucking day," Susan said. "Wore the fuck out of me and Diane."
"I did cum," Tanya admitted quietly, her voice trembling with passion and revulsion as she knelt in front of Bud to take off his shoes.
And she told the gross, smelly man what the girl and their husbands had done to her, undressing him and crying at the depth of her debasement, at being turned on even by this. She pulled his pants down and groaned with misery when she saw his filthy, yellowed boxer shorts. She thought she was going to be sick, but she reached out with trembling hands and took hold of the hem. She tugged his underwear down slowly, revealing first the coarse black hair around Bud's crotch and finally his dripping, hideous cock. Looking at that cock, Tanya knew she was in helI.
Bud's cock wasn't as long as either Robert's or Harry's, but it was the thickest, fattest cock she had ever seen. His prick was as thick as the fat end of a baseball bat. And it was dirty. Bud's skin was the flat white of a dead fish, but his cock was soiled almost black. The fuck lube it dribbled looked yellowish, stagnant. Tanya had the terrible feeling she was Looking at a poisonous snake, that the jism he would shoot would poison her.
"Stand up," he ordered, grinning at the wretched disgust that twisted her pretty face. "Bend over and grab your ankles."
Tanya almost fell over with the terrible strain on the backs of her calves, almost passed out from sheer exhaustion. Dimly she realized that the point of making her stay awake all night licking their feet, of fucking her for six solid hours with the spiked dildo must have been to wear her down, to debilitate her to the point where she could put up no resistance at alI, no matter what they chose to do to her.
It had worked. The beautiful young housewife was dazed with exhaustion, haggard from the hours of constant sexual abuse.
Bud hissed in his breath as he moved behind her. Bent over as she was now, the tiny skirt of the maid's outfit was pulled high above her ass, and the tiny, Iacy panties did nothing to hide the fulI, silky curves of her creamy flesh. It was the most perfect ass he had ever seen.
It was an ass that he had to fuck.
He yanked the panties down around her thighs and ran his big rough hands over her creamy ass checks. Her ass was firm and yet soft, muscled and yet tender. He leaned down and yanked his belt from his pants and brought it around in a vicious arch toward that perfect ass. He had to see what it would look like streaked with angry red Welts.
Tanya moaned with agony and despair as the belt cracked across her tender ass, but she didn't let go of her ankles, didn't try to stand back up. The second blow hurt even worse, and after that she lost count of the number, Iost track of the severity. It was as though someone was pouring liquid fire over her rounded ass and lean, Iong thighs. Tears ran from her eyes and juice drooled from her cunt and she took the horrid beating in silence.
Even when she came, she came quietly, masking her moans of pleasure with whimpers of anguish.
The beating stopped so suddenly that she was hardly aware of it ending. Bud's big hands grasped her wrists, and before she could even think to struggle, he had kicked her feet out from under her. He pulled on her arms as she felI, and when her shoulders slammed painfully into the floor, he wrapped her arms around the backs of her thighs and pulled on them until her face was pulled tightly against the short skirt of the tiny maid's costume. She shrieked with the pain that shot through her back and arms and stomach, but if Bud noticed, he paid her no heed. Before the dazed beauty knew what was happening, he had tied each of her wrists to the shoulder of the other arms.
The pain was incredible. Bud had rolled her into a human balI, her body doubled over, her arms wrapped so tightly around her legs that her face was pulled into her crotch. Bud shoved his hand between her legs and pushed the skirt up until it was bunched around her stomach, and Tanya stared at her hairless cunt from only a couple of inches away. She had never seen her cunt this closely before, and she marveled at how creamy and inviting it was. And the skin where they had pulled out her cunt hair was so smooth, so white. Suddenly it seemed understandable that so many people would want to control her body and own her perfect cunt.
"Now this is what you're going to have to do, you stuck-up little bitch," Bud hissed, bending down beside the girl's face. He was drooling with lust and his spit dripped onto her pretty face. "I'm going to fuck you up your ass, and I'm going to sit on your face while l do it. You know what you're going to be doing?"
Tanya knew. She licked her dry lips, the bile rising in her stomach, her cunt getting soggy and twitchy.
"Suck your ass," she whispered at last, her voice full of lust and shame. "Suck your asshole out, sir."
"That's right," he agreed, an ugly smile tilting up his lips. "Suck out my dirty, smelly asshole. Use those pretty little lips and that wet pink tongue and clean out my shitty old ass.
And all the while, I'm going to be opening up your tight little asshole."
Tanya thought about the hideous thickness of his cock and felt a little sick.
"You did a good job pulling the hair off her cunt," Bud growled as he straddled her face and lowered himself down. "Pretty and pink as a baby's pussy. The maid's outfit. is great, too. You do have the cuffs for her, for later?"
"Yes, Mr. Jenkins," Diane said, and then she said something else, but Tanya couldn't hear anymore because Bud's huge, hairy ass had settled over her face.
The smell was the first thing that registered, the terrible cloying stink that made Tanya's body strain and twitch with her retching. Vomit boiled up her throat and into the back of her mouth, and it took every ounce of her willpower to force it back down.
The second thing she realized was how terribly damp his ass crack was. Bristly hairs scratched her cheeks as her pretty face was thrust deep into what felt like a muddy pit. Her face was soggy with the moisture before Bud even settled his weight down on her. His clammy asshole was wetter than most women's cunts.
Then came the weight, the terrible, crushing, smothering weight of his mountainous body. He squirmed around cruelly as he settled his huge, fleshy ass cheeks around her pretty face, drIVIngher nose and mouth so far into his humid ass crack that she was sure she'd never be able to draw another breath. His humid, hairy ass crack rubbed back and forth over her face, crushed down more heavily with each passing instant.
Tanya opened her eyes, then screamed when all she could see was the darkness of Bud's huge ass. She screamed again when she felt his fat, soggy ass cheeks droop down past her ears. She was going to be smothered, buried alive beneath his horrible, smelly ass.
Then the real horror came.
Tanya's asshole bad tightened back up during the six hours since Harry and Robert had fucked it. Her asshole had never been loose enough to allow the penetration of a slab of meat as thick as Bud's cock. The evil fat man didn't even dip into her cunt for Lubrication. He just crammed the head of his thick cock into, the tight, dry mouth of her tiny shitter.
"Fuck me, you society bitch!" he roared as he crammed his huge cock up her helplessly resisting asshole. "Fuck me, you pretty little whore!"
Tanya screamed as he fucked his cock all the way inside her ass. He began to slap her already welted ass cheeks as he fucked his cock inside the glove-tight sheath of her agonized asshole.
Her ass ring seemed torn apart completely and destroyed by the unnatural penetration. Her asshole felt like a snapped rubber band. She had been ripped open much too far, much too fast, and she knew that her tender little ass chute would never be the same again.
Bud screamed too, but he was shouting with almost unbearable waves of pleasure. Every time he plugged his fat cock into the straining, torn chute of the helpless little society slut's asshole, he had to fight to keep himself from cumming. Her asshole was really tight, and it was contracting wildly around his prick in a desperate, hopeless attempt to expel the terrible intruder.
He had torn her tiny shitter open, and a thin trickle of blood flowed down over his cock to give him added lubrication. It was almost more pleasure than a man could take. Bud had wanted Tanya Rogers from the first moment she'd moved in with that good-natured halfwit husband of hers. From the start, he'd been drawn irresistibly to her. He had wanted to see her degraded. He wanted her innocence polluted, her body broken to his will until she groveled at his feet, a cringing, docile slave.
Now here she was, tied into a tiny, vulnerable ball at his feet. Her supple, sexy body was his to play with or hurt as he desired. Her pretty, rich-girl face was buried deep in his ass crevice, and he was tearing her tiny asshole to shreds with his giant cock.
"Get that tongue moving, whore!" he gasped, pounding his lust and anger into her tender, tethered body. "Lick out my dirty asshole, bitch! Fuck my asshole with your tongue while l fuck your asshole with my cock!"
Tanya whined like a tiny child at the awful degradation, the terrible pain. But she parted her lips and slipped her tongue over the tacky, humid flesh of Bud's dirty ass. The first vile taste of shit and sweat and dirt almost made the debauched young housewife throw up, but she fought down the urge, telling herself that this was only another step into the abyss of depravity.
She couldn't imagine anything more debasing than having to lick out a man's filthy asshole while he was fucking her own tender shitter with his monster cock, but she was sure her captors could. She stroked her tongue back and forth over his damp, gooey ass, cleaning the filthy muck from the putrid crevice. She was their slave, their pet slut. There was nothing she could deny them.
Bud moaned with pleasure, squirming his ass wildly over Tanya's face as her tongue slithered in the filthy valley. Tanya washed every inch of his fetid ass crack, caught clumps of dirty hair between her lips and sucked the dingle berries off.
She lathered his filthy ass until her mouth was numb with the horrid taste, until her face was sticky with the smeared moisture of his clenching ass cheeks.
Finally, there was only the tightly clenched, dark-brown bud of his asshole left to attend. With a final moan of despair, the broken girl thrust her tongue inside.
"You bitch!" Bud rasped, smashing his gigantic ass down onto Tanya's face until her head felt as though it would be smashed flat. "You pretty little society whore! Fuck that tongue up my asshole, you high-class slut! Lick out my asshole, and I'II fuck your pretty ass into the dirt!"
Tanya almost laughed at the gross man's silly words, almost cried at them, too.
She'd already been fucked into the dirt, hadn't she? Fucked into the dirt and the muck and every other filthy thing imaginable. She had sucked cunt, eaten cum and drank piss. Now she was rolled into a helpless ball while a fat maniac made her suck out his asshole and fucked his cock up her asshole in turn. She had tried not to think about the huge, hairy ass that was plastered over her face, about the filthy, shifty hole she was fucking her tongue into, but she couldn't ignore the taste and smell that overwhelmed her senses. She thought about what she was doing, what she must look like to the two evil women who were watching. The image was so degrading that she wanted to die.
She began to cum, instead.
"Nooooooo!" Tanya shrieked as the climax shuddered through her cruelly bound body. Her words were muffled by the giant ass grinding down into her face. "Noooooo, this isn't happening! This is not happening!"
But it was, the most powerful, shattering climax she had experienced so far, and as it laid waste to her tormented body, it also destroyed the last of the innocent Tanya Rogers she had once been. Pieces of her identity shattered, flew off into a whirling maelstrom of lust and humiliation. The only things she could think of now were sex and pain. She wanted them both, needed them both.
She fucked her tongue as far up Bud's stinking, dirty asshole as she could, Licking up every drop of filthy slime she found there. She clenched her satiny ass cheeks tightly around his cock, worked her torn asshole against the fat cock lance. Pussy juice poured from her wriggling cunt, splattered over her shoulders and pooled in the hollow of her neck. She climaxed with every brutal slap of Bud's hands on her perfect ass. She climaxed every time his dank, filthy ass chute clamped tightly around her pink, questing tongue. She climaxed with each ghastly thrust of his cock up her asshole.
Suddenly Bud was bucking out of control too, slamming his cock into her raw shifter in a frenzied blur of savage fuck lust.
Tanya felt a blistering splash of jism deep inside her ass guts, and she shrieked into the wet crevice of Bud's fat, hairy ass. Stream after stream of cock cream fountained deep inside the clasping tunneI, each one setting her tender shitter ablaze, setting off another hellish orgasm.
The pain was incredible, terrific, and Tanya unwillingly relished every instant of her anguish.
Bud yanked his filthy cock from Tanya's asshole and scooted back off her face. Before the gasping, spasming girl could catch a breath, he slammed his cum-slick, shit-stained cock into her open mouth. Tanya retched at the terrible, cheesy taste-and she came agaIn.
"Drink some piss, you stuck-up whore!" Bud rasped, his face glistening, with sweat and reddened with exertion. "Spill one drop, and I'II shove a poker up your dirty little ass."
It was like some terrible sex buffet. Bud's prick was crusted with the filth of weeks, perhaps months of fucking. His cock was blotched with cum, streaked with stilt and soaked with the blood of her torn asshole. Now he was pissing down her throat, filling up her stomach with his steaming waste.
Tanya swallowed and choked and swallowed some more, trying desperately to keep up with the firehose blast of Bud's piss. It was no use.
Soon, stinking yellow rivers of piss ran down both her cheeks, pooled in the hollows of her ears and soaked into her shining, jet-black hair.
Still he force-fed her the terrible broth-and Tanya climaxed with every gulp of piss she swallowed.
She washed his cock as he pissed down her throat, Iicking off a cheesy crust of filth. By the time he pulled his stubby, arm-thick cock from her swollen 11ps, it was as clean and pink as a baby's peter. Like some slavish, mindless slut, she had licked and sucked both his cock and asshole clean. Now she was the one who was filthy.
Her face was smeared with Bud's shit and stained with his piss. Her cunt juice and the cum Bud had hosed up her ass dribbled wetly over her fevered features. It was as though Bud had infected her with some awful corruption.
Now he smiled and pushed on her ass until her soiled face was pushed into her own swampy crotch.
"Suck my cum out of your asshole, pretty girl," he growled, smearing her cunt and asshole over her trapped face. "And eat yourself out. Cum for us, you society whore. We want to watch while you make yourself cum." Then he looked up an evil smile on his face. "You gals did a wonderful job. There's just one more little thing-and then she'll be perfect."
When he told the girls what he wanted, Tanya whined with shame, and pressed her dirty face deeper into her own slimy crotch. And she came.