THE TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS OF TIM
Chapter 2
All hell broke loose the next morning. Tim went ballistic when he
discovered that Jill had been left overnight in the trunk of the car. She was
unconscious and dehydrated from being kept in the rubber-coated body bag without
any ventilation. She had also puked sometime during her stay in the bag. The
ball gag used to silence her hadn't helped either, forcing her to vomit through
her nostrils. Jill looked like a drowned rat, covered with puke and piss.
Evidently she had been used as a toilet during the evening at Angela's, and
without a catheter she had filled the body bag with lots of recycled piss. Once
Tim was sure that his slave wife wasn't dead, he went up to Brad's room and woke
him up with a blow to his head. It took two or three more to get the boy's
attention and make him realize that he had fucked up big time. By then Mark,
Randi and Nana had come rushing into Brad's room to see what was causing all the
commotion. They soon found out in no uncertain terms.
" I am fucking sick and tired of this shit! You three guys are fucking
totally out of hand, and this shit is immediately stopping right fucking now!
Brad, you dumb piece of shit, you fucking forgot or fucking didn't care to get
your mother out of the fucking trunk. Do you know how close that poor dumb bitch
came to buying the fucking farm? Do you fucking realize all the headaches that
would cause me? I'd have to pay somebody to dispose of the body and make sure it
stayed disposed. I'd have to figure out some way to get a new slave to make up
for the fucking loss of income her being fucking dead would cause! Nana wouldn't
be able to keep rebuilding her body without the money coming in from Jill's web
site, and take it from me, that old pussy of hers really needs some serious
realignment in the very near fucking future!"
"So from now on here's what's going to happen! Number one, no more trips
for Jill to Rhonda's. Let that fat piece of shit and her stupid family find
somebody else to piss on and into. Number two, that little prick-teaser Angela
is going to have to find a new bitch for her fucking dogs. Number three, no more
trips for Jill downstairs to the workout room unless I give my permission, and
that means everyone, including Nana, who can't seem to remember when her
daughter was fed last! Number four, no more trying out new torture devices on
Jill unless I give my approval. Number five, Jill gets two cans of dog food
every fucking day! Number six, Jill gets clean drinking water every fucking day!
Number seven, until further notice none of you assholes are allowed to touch
Jill without my permission. Number eight, Rhonda, Angela and any other cunts
that you three assholes are porking are not welcome in this house unless they
agree to spend one fucking entire weekend in my basement workshop learning some
manners. Now get the fuck out of my sight before I really get pissed off and
kick your fucking asses until they come out of your stupid mouths."
It was as if a bomb had gone off in the Taylor household. The shocked
boys scattered, while Nana stood there with her mouth open. " God, you really
make me wet when you act like that. Please come to bed and give me the kind of
punishment I deserve, a good hard ass fucking. Then I'll suck you until you're
hard enough to split my scrawny asshole again. Once we get Jill straightened
away I want you to take me downstairs and give me hell. These old bones really
need a good top to bottom beating and anything else you want to do to me."
Tim grunted happily at her response. "First things first, help me get
Jill to the hospital. I'm afraid she's going to be out of action for a few days.
She needs stuff like IVs, which I can't give her. Naturally the bill is going to
come out of your scrawny hide as well as those three dumb grandsons of yours."
Tim said with a grin that was more like a grimace. Nana's pussy began to
positively drip as she wondered what kind of punishments she would get from Tim.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! " Tim said, smacking his forehead with each
outburst. The doctor stood there and watched, waiting for Tim to calm down
enough to explain what would have to be done to get Jill back on her feet. "It
looks like at least a month here and then perhaps another two months in bed at
home before she'll be ready for anything, and that includes fucking. Your wife
is not only suffering from severe dehydration, her bladder is badly infected and
her kidneys are bleeding. She has three broken ribs and one of them has created
a minor puncture of one lung. Her vagina, perineum and rectum have been torn and
will require surgery to repair. No dog was responsible for those wounds. I'd say
she was repeatedly fucked by a pony, and a well hung one at that. Finally she
has suffered some amount of brain damage, probably caused by lack of oxygen.
Lucky for her you brought her in when you did. Another few hours and your wife
might have died from these injuries. I presume they were caused by accidents
around the home?"
Tim nodded and grunted, still in shock over what he had been told. He
turned towards Nana, who was checking out a young black orderly and said, " I
guess we better go home. I have some business to take care of with you and the
boys." Nana's face blanched at his words.
There is a saying about time healing all wounds. That was not the case
for the Taylor family. Tim and to an extent, Jill, were recovering, but Nana and
the boys were just beginning to appreciate the depth of the shit they were in.
One peek into Tim's bedroom would prove that things had definitely changed
between Tim and Nana. Tim was resting up after fucking Heidi for the second
time. Heidi was laying on her back, legs spread, enjoying the feel of Nana's
lips and tongue on her puffy pussy lips as the older woman suctioned Tim's cum
from Heidi's cunt. "Wow Tim, that was a great fuck! I sure hope you've got
enough time to give it to me up the ass. Nobody stretches a sphincter like you
do." Heidi gasped as Nana noisily slurped up the salty goo from her gash.
Tim took a good look at his mother-in-law's naked body, now covered with
dark bruises, welts, cuts and even angry looking burns. He made a mental note to
turn down the power the next time he used the soldering iron on Nana. He was
planning on burning her cunt lips and maybe even her clit the next time. He
chuckled to himself at the prospect of hearing her beg for mercy as he ran the
hot iron up and down her sloppy snatch, teasing her before he let it slide up
into her fuck hole to sizzle as it fried her sensitive mucous membranes just
enough to make having sex very painful for at least a week. It was good to be
the man. He wondered if Wilson was having as much fun with Nana during the day
while Tim was off working or hunting pussy.
Letting the college have Brad for a test subject was a stroke of genius.
Not only were those women and girls making his life a living hell, they were
also providing Tim a steady supply of strange pussy that he happily porked
whenever he had the time. He was kind of surprised at how hot Jill's old
professor was in the sack. He had her pegged for a lesbian, but instead she went
both ways, big time!
Tim was already considering her as a potential replacement for his
mother-in-law. He knew Wilson would love to take Nana off his hands. The thought
of having her in the vicinity made good sense, since Nana's presence would
probably make Jill easier to handle when it came time to start pimping her out
again. Maybe he could pimp them out as a package deal and really rake in the
bucks. Now there was a great idea. He'd have to look into that more carefully
once things calmed down.
Forty thousand dollars and counting, Tim could not believe the medical
bills. To make matters worse there had been complications. They had cut on Jill
a second time to remove some bone fragments lodged too close to her heart,
lengthening by another two weeks her stay in the hospital. Tim was facing a
financial disaster even with the insurance he had from Tool Time. These were
times for decisions, and it looked for all the world that Nana had to go. Wilson
had offered Tim twenty-five thousand for her. Tim had countered with an offer to
let her go for forty thousand, before he got the most recent bill for Jill's
treatment.
He began to wonder what the boys might bring as sex slaves. He knew that
Brad's value was declining by the day as a result of the things that were being
done to him by the women of the college. Worse still, they were now renting him
out to sororities and feminist groups without even giving Tim a cut of the
proceeds. It was doubtful that Brad would survive much more of that with his
manhood intact. On the other hand there always was the possibility of
indenturing him to a rich gay man, provided a deal could be struck in the next
couple of weeks.
Randi could become a moneymaker because the boy was infatuated with
older women and they had the kind of money that Tim would want to charge for his
son's services. Mark on the other hand had less appeal to rich older women, but
could probably bring in big bucks if he could be hooked up with the gay
community. When it came to money, Tim had no bias about who it came from. There
was also an outside chance that Mark could generate money by appearing in child
porno flicks as a stud. He might have the kind of look that appealed to some
pedophiles or match up well as the sex partner for very young girls.
Tim decided to take a run out to the college where Brad was working as a
sex test dummy, at least that's what the girls called him. He hardly recognized
the boy strapped securely to the metal table, his legs spread wide and fastened
to the stirrups on the side. A metal hose clamp was screwed tightly around the
base of his purple cock. His balls were bright red and swollen to at least twice
their normal size.
Half a dozen wires were glued to his nut sack, cock, and the region
between his balls and asshole. A hollow metal rod with more wires on it
protruded from the head of his cock. A much thicker rod was jammed into his
rectum, and it was wired to a console by the table. All the other wires were
joined into a harness that ran to another electrical panel. A plump girl with
pretty good tits was seated over his face in some kind of a sling that allowed
the region from her cunt to her asshole to be moved across Brad's mouth. His
tongue was lapping away on her hairless pubis and burrowing up between her
fleshy butt cheeks to get at her puckered asshole. She was playing with her
nipples and had a big smile on her face.
"What kind of a test is that?" Tim asked. The girl gave him a big
friendly grin and said, "We're just taking a break. The professor had to go to
the john. She'll be right back. By the way, who are you, you look kind of
familiar?" Tim grinned and gave her a couple of quick grunts. "You're the tool
man!" she exclaimed. "Far fucking out. My friends say you have a real big cock.
Think you might be interested in fucking me after I get off work here?" Tim
smiled and shook his head. "Sorry honey, I'm just here long enough to see that
Brad is alive with his dick and balls still attached to his body." The girl
sighed and pressed her cunt mound down on Brad's face, causing him to struggle
against being smothered by the folds of flesh that now surrounded his mouth and
nose.
"When he first got here he could really fuck up a storm. Now it takes an
hour to get him hard and another one to get him off. His prick used to get nice
and hard, now unless we use the clamp and electrically stimulate his balls and
prostate it's too limp to even penetrate my pussy, let alone fuck it." Tim gave
her his sad look when she said that. Shit, he thought to himself, I've got to
get Brad out of here soon or he won't be worth a plug nickel to anybody.
"Can I help you?" Tim whirled at the sound of her voice and confronted a
tall, stern faced brunette wearing a white lab smock. She looked to be in her
mid 30s. He gave her his tool man smile and replied, "I'm Brad's dad, and I came
to check on how he was doing." The woman looked him over as if he were a test
subject before replying. "Not very well at the moment. He's of little use for my
experiment."
She looked up at the naked student riding Brad's face and in a flat
voice said, "That will be all for the day, my dear. Before you remove the probes
measure his prostate and please hurry. He is supposed to be picked up by the MAP
people in a few minutes." Tim frowned and asked, "MAP, who are they?" The
professor gave him a thin lipped smile and said, "A student club, Men Are Pigs,
devoted to showing young women how to defend themselves against the unwarranted
domination of the male species. I was once the president of this wonderful
organization."
Tim scratched his head and grinned. "Where does Brad fit into this?" he
asked. "He will be subjected to various methods for repelling the male during an
assault. Two female members of the local police will demonstrate defense
strategies using him. They also intend to demonstrate a number of interrogation
techniques that they routinely use on men who are under suspicion for crimes
against women such as rape."
Tim laughed and replied, "Rape? That's bullshit! All the cunt, I mean
woman, has to do is cross her legs and she's rape proof, everyone knows that!"
The woman smirked at Tim and said, "I'm surprised you can walk erect with that
kind of an attitude." Tim frowned and answered, "I'll show you erect! When I
get through talking to my old fuck-buddy Dean Tighttwat your scrawny ass will be
out on the fucking street hustling winos and bums."
The professor's response was to rip off her white lab coat to reveal a
body covered only by a demi-bra that was losing its battle with her D sized tits
and the briefest of sheer crotched bikini panties that showed her smooth shaven
cunt. She pirouetted to display a heart shaped ass mounted on a fabulous pair of
legs. "Does this look scrawny? If it does, you need more than manners, you need
glasses!" she exclaimed.
Tim whistled, then he got off a series of powerful grunts, indicating
his approval of what she was displaying. "On second thought perhaps we can come
to some kind of truce long enough for me to try to fuck you stupid." he said
with his small boy grin, which never failed to melt the hardened female heart.
It was her turn to offer the olive branch, dripping with pussy juice, as
he could see from the wet spot that was growing on the crotch of those
form-fitting bikinis. "I hope you'll excuse my outburst, it's just that as a
child I was sexually abused." Tim arched his eyebrows saying "You too? It seems
that half the women I know, including my wife, have been sexually abused when
they were kids. I sure hope you aren't as screwed up as Jill."
Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of three coeds to take
Brad to their meeting. They seemed to be mad at the world and from their
appearance, boycotting the makeup, shampoo, soap and fashion industries. "We're
here for the pig," one said. Tim mentally winced when he got a good gander at
how thin and wasted Brad really looked. "When do you expect to return him to the
lab?" asked the professor.
"Late, very late, perhaps not until the morning. The FILM club is
meeting jointly with us and they have plans for him afterwards. I am not privy
to what they intend to do to him, but I do know that they have invited Professor
Lindholm from the Animal Husbandry Department as their guest speaker." The
professor smiled coldly and said, "I guess I'll plan on accepting him tomorrow
before classes. Enjoy you meeting."
As soon as Brad heard the word, FILM, he began struggling frantically
against the straps holding him to the wheelchair. "What can be so bad about a
film club meeting?" Tim said to no one in particular. His companion laughed and
replied, "FILM stands for females into loathing men, and they are considered
quite radical, even by current standards." Tim absent-mindedly scratched his
balls as he watched the trio guide Brad out of the laboratory. "Now what's this
about you being sexually abused?" he said.
(To be continued)
