The LardAss Saga – A Sequel

A JEP Story

Chapter 1:        One Way to Watch Baseball

Simone’s naked body was swaying slowly as she controlled the orgasm that she knew would overtake her when she decided to let it come.  Her lips were moving slightly as she hummed a tune softly – an old Southern gospel hymn – “Showers of Blessing”.  As all of this was going on she was looking at her surroundings, taking in the furnishings that she was so familiar with.  On the other hand, Patricia could see nothing and could not say anything.  This was because Simone’s big ass cheeks completely covered Patricia’s eyes.  And Simone’s big-lipped pussy completely covered the girl’s mouth.  To call Simone’s ass a ‘big ass’ was to do it a disservice.  For it implied that it was big – or fat – in such a way as to be unattractive.  In reality, Simone was simply a big – and beautiful young woman.  She was six foot two inches tall with an hourglass figure that was to die for.  Men looked at it and wept because they knew they would never get to fuck such a fine figure of womanhood.  Women looked at the figure and wept because it made them feel so inadequate.  Since the hourglass figure covered such a long distance from head to toe, her ass was, of course, big.  But it was firm, smooth, and rippled in just the right motions when she walked.  In high heels she was a sight to behold. 

Patricia’s tongue was working the moist pussy with knowing expertise.  She knew how Simone liked to be licked.  And, she knew she better do it right or she would surely be punished severely.  And while the big cheeks covering her eyes were not unappealing, the ass hole over her nostrils was quite unpleasant.  Patricia had a full whiff of the unwiped ass. 

Simone was humming to take her mind off of the sensations that were flooding the pussy and, in turn, the juices that were coating the invading tongue.  Simone could control her orgasms quite easily and she liked to come when she determined, not when someone else did the determination.

David was watching them both with quiet satisfaction.  He was naked in his recliner, slowly stroking his dick.  His tool was short but had an incredible girth.  Its diameter was completely out of proportion to its rather stubby appearance.  He was watching the World Series game between the Yankees and the Cardinals.  He really was interested in the game but it was difficult to concentrate on the game while he could hear the lapping sound of Patricia’s tongue against the pussy he knew so well.  This was his winter home – lying deep within the wilds of the Smoky Mountains.  His summer home was in a central northern state, being attended to by his number one sex slave, LardAss. (Author’s note:  See the ‘LardAss Saga’ for the background of LardAss.)  She was his favorite.  However, he did love to train new slaves and he loved subjecting them to new atrocities that he had never imposed before.

Simone was certainly more beautiful than LardAss and she had promise of being a superior dominatrix.  Even better, Patricia – with her haughty attitude – was the perfect foil for all the punishment he could imagine.

Simone was looking around the room because it was such a study in contrasts.  There were rings, pulleys, winches, everywhere – everything needed for a complete study in torture.  There was an open shower in one corner of the room.  There was an open toilet stool in one of the other corners of the room.  Yet, there were incredibly expensive paintings and etchings adorning every wall – that is – every open space of the walls not situated with various rings and posts.  There was a huge round bed in the middle of the room.  It, too, was outfitted with various rings and pulleys.  There was a big screen home theater system near one wall and David’s recliner directly in front of it.  The floor was of a hard substance with numerous drains throughout the room to accommodate various fluids that were often created by David’s activities.

The baseball game was in its seventh inning stretch, so David decided to do his own kind of stretching.  He walked over to Simone who was so rudely sitting on Patricia’s face.  He stood before her face and hoisted his heavy dick and plopped it into the waiting mouth of the girl who was still swaying and humming.  Her humming provided a nice vibration to his dick.  It had already been semi-hard but now it instantly became like a steel rod.  The huge mushroom end completely filled the normally huge mouth of Simone.  Her face was now full – of dick.  She quickly began running the tip of her tongue back and forth over his piss slit as her right hand snaked upward and began fondling the large nut that was hanging so low before her.  Her left hand slipped beneath his nuts and knowingly stroked the ring of his ass hole.  He was immediately entranced and began working his tool in and out of her mouth. 

Patricia meantime was still working the pussy that was surrounding the lips of her mouth.  It was quite wet but she did not mind.  Pussy juice didn’t bother her.  Piss did.  She knew that Simone would come eventually and then she would begin to relax over the face of the prone slave.  Then, she would begin pissing in the captive mouth and Patricia would have to drink all of it or pay serious consequences.

There were two rather strange nipple clips attached to Patricia’s startling appendages atop her marvelous tits.  The clips grasped her nipples quite firmly and were in the configuration of miniature ship’s wheels.  David reached down and grasped each ship wheel and began turning them.  Sometimes he would turn them both in the same direction and sometimes he would twirl them in opposing directions.  The results were the same either way.  Patricia’s nipples experienced severe pain as her nipples were forced to twist in distances to which they simply were not meant to twist.  She tried to cry out but her cries were muffled in the hairy muff that enveloped her oral cavity. 

Simone felt the vibration of the cries resounding in her twat and she lost complete control.  She came in waves that sent gushes of pussy liquid into Patricia’s waiting mouth.  This was followed immediately by a torrent of yellow piss that cascaded into the mouth that now had no time to scream at the pain that was overwhelming the tits of Patricia.  Patricia tried to swallow all of the liquid and her attempt was successful and really quite admirable.  Meanwhile, Simone’s lips now closed securely around David’s tool.  Although he was quite adroit at controlling the timing of his orgasms he was not without some sense of kindness.  Actually, there was not a drop of kindness in him.  He heard from behind that the ball game was about to resume so he let his orgasm fly.  And fly – and flow – it did.  Simone’s large mouth could barely contain the cream that burst into her oral cavity.  Her throat could be seen working furiously to swallow the fluids that were bursting into her face.  She was good.  She swallowed every drop and none was lost.  This gave her a sense of accomplishment.  Also, she knew she would not therefore be punished for losing any of his love fluids.  He really was a tight ass about having his fluids escape outside of any slut.  As his dick became flaccid he let fly with a satisfying stream of piss and now Simone had to resume swallowing quickly – and now – even for a longer stretch of elapsed time as he relaxed and piss seemed to flow in a seemingly endless stream of yellow gold.  His timing was perfect.  He had dropped the last drop on to her tongue, popped his huge dick head out of her mouth, and turned just as the first pitch flew across the plate to the next batter on the screen.  David was satisfied as he reflected on how he acquired these two magnificent bitches.

Chapter 2:        The Acquisition

He was riding his horse through the lower foothills of the mountains.  Trailing him was his pack horse upon which was draped a superb deer.  It had been shot three times and each impact had done tremendous damage to the animal.  As he neared a little used, one-lane vehicle path he came upon a car with a flat tire.  Just beginning to change the tire were two beautiful ladies.  They smiled broadly when they saw him approaching since they assumed they would now have some help with this tedious job.  Their smiles diminished as they saw the dead animal on his pack horse.  Their smiles than turned completely to frowns and their eyes widened as he pulled the Browning automatic shotgun from its sheath and leveled it directly at them.  He told them to look at the dead animal.  He explained that he used shotgun slugs and they did tremendous damage upon impact as evidenced by the deer’s corpse. 

He then said, “You have two choices, take off all of your clothes or join the deer!”

They were thunderstruck!  At first their eyes shifted from right to left as they each calculated their chances of escaping.

He said, “Don’t even think of it cunts!  I could drop each of you before you got five steps.”

They looked at each other, at his poker face, and finally at the huge 12 gauge opening that was pointed directly at them.  With a look of hopeless resolution on both of their faces, they immediately began shedding their clothes.  Even this action was an interesting study in contrasts.  Simone stripped quickly and simply tossed everything behind her in a heap.  Patricia, on the other hand, was quite methodical.  She folded each piece and placed them in a neat stack on the hood of the car.

When naked, they were a sight to behold!

Simone was a six foot-plus beauty with sandy hair – both on her head and her pussy.  Her pussy hair was quite well trimmed and tightly curled.  Her tits were huge and her nipples and aureoles were proportionately as big.  Her tummy was completely flat.  Her legs were perfect with firm, shapely thighs.  Pussy lips peaked out invitingly from her cunt hair. 

Patricia was equally beautiful in a totally different way.  She was 5’10” tall.  Her hair and eyes were coal black.  Her olive skin betrayed her Hispanic blood.  Her lips were naturally full and pouty.   Her tits seemed small compared to Simone’s.  Yet the Spanish tits were actually C cups and quite shapely.  Her nipples were actually quite tiny but they were becoming erect as the open air blew gently across them.  Her stomach, too, was quite flat with an incredibly deep navel.  Her pussy hair was a disheveled jungle of long wavy, black, erotic hair.  Her thighs were the equal of Simone’s in shape and firmness. 

They were both, simply put, beautiful and overwhelmingly sexy.  He was a connoisseur of bitches.   He had trained – and broken – many.  And these were as good as any he had seen.  He now wished that LardAss were with him to enjoy these new captives.  She was equally as ferocious and innovative as he.  However, he knew she was being well entertained by the stable of cunts he had left behind for her to enjoy.

David’s mount was a steed he had acquired from the Minneapolis Mounted Police.  It was used to control people without injuring them.  With a signal from its rider, the horse slowly walked sideways and forced the two girls up against the side of their car.  They misunderstood and thought they were to be smashed.  They both began screaming at the top of their lungs.  David noted that Simone’s mouth was the largest and widest open so, holding the shotgun in the crook of one arm; he quickly pushed the end of the shotgun barrel into this opening.  Simone gurgled as she tasted blue steel.  Patricia opened her mouth even louder to let out a louder yell.  She had not noticed that from somewhere David had taken a lariat in his free hand.  He dropped the loop over Patricia’s head and as it settled on her shoulders he yanked hard and quick and the loop began tightening around her neck.  As it became quite tight her breathing, and hence her scream, was suddenly shut down.  Her eyes bulged as she longed for oxygen.

He now told both of them, “One sound and you’re both dead – right here – right now – forever!”

To test their understanding he slowly removed the gun barrel from the mouth and let slack ride in the rope.  Not a sound!  The first victory!

Chapter 3:        The Journey

He now told them to put their shoes and socks back on because they had some hiking to do.  Simone bent at the waist to put on her shoes.  She was obviously quite flexible.  Her long back was parallel to the ground although quite high off the ground due to her long legs.  David was tempted to go behind her to view her ass but he didn’t.  There was plenty of time to examine her butt.  Patricia squatted down to put on her shoes.  This caused her tits to rest on top of her thighs.  Her tits spread out and it made a nice combination of great thighs and great tits, momentarily joined together.

After they had secured their shoes, David told them to both put their hands behind their back.  Then his horse slowly walked behind them, David dismounted, and snapped plastic ties around their wrists.  He stepped back and admired the rear view of the two cunts.  It was a view!  Both asses were superb.  Simone’s spread wide, was smooth as velvet and cried out to be handled.  Patricia’s wasn’t too wide but it protruded mightily from her back to produce an alluring shelf over her perfect thighs.  There was just a slight hint of down just above the crack of her ass.  On any other women it would have been a distraction.  On her, it was a nice accent to a crack that cried out to be spread.

David then produced a shorter rope, about seven feet in length.  It had a loop in each end.  He dropped a loop over each of their heads and cinched the loops tightly around their neck.  They were now joined, naked, hands secured behind their backs, tits poking temptingly straight out due to the hands being pulled tightly behind them.

Thus began the journey.  David in front, Patricia next in line, followed by Simone.  He began with a leisurely pace down the middle of the dirt road.  The girls could easily keep pace.  Although there was a comfortable amount of slack in the ropes, they found it somewhat disconcerting to walk with their hands secured behind their backs and with their nudity available to nature’s sun and breeze.  Their tits did seem to bounce more than they would have liked although there seemed to be nobody to see them.  David did not even bother to turn to look at the beauties.  He knew he would have plenty of opportunity to see every inch of their bodies.

Simone could not seem to take her eyes off of Patricia’s ass, jiggling in front of her.  They were good friends but they had never seen each other naked.  In fact, Simone had never seen a female ass this close and for this length of sustained time.  She found it interesting to see the muscles ripple beneath the thighs and then roll up to cause each ass cheek to tighten up somewhat as that particular set of muscles was used.  Simone had never entertained lesbian thoughts but she did find this view of a good ass to be quite intriguing. 

This slow pace was maintained for about twenty minutes.  The girls certainly were feeling emotional strain at their plight.  However, they were both in good physical condition and they did not feel any physical strain.  Then, it changed.  David squeezed his knees into the horse’s sides and the pace quickened. 

Now the girls had to walk quite fast.  The pace was not quite fast enough to cause them to break stride but it was almost too fast to walk comfortably.  The sun was higher in the sky, the southern humidity was establishing its priorities, and the cunt’s bodies began to glisten with perspiration.  Also, their tits and asses were now bouncing quite vigorously.  Both of them were joggers but they couldn’t find a rhythm due to the fastenings of their hands and the loops around their necks.  There was now no slack in the ropes and they were feeling stress – both physical and emotional – as they tried to keep from falling.

Then he picked up the pace even more.  They now were trotting and completely off balance.  Also, the road was not smooth and they were fearful of falling and being dragged.  Their bodies were quite wet with sweat – and – quite sexual.  Sweat drops were running down their tits and flying from their nipples.  Rivulets were flowing down their flat tummies and their pubic hair was shiny with moisture.

After thirty minutes of this pace they were gasping for breath and begging for relief.  Graciously (they thought) he slowed to the original walking pace.  But then he moved his mount into the ditch.  It sloped down quickly to a depth of almost a foot.  They managed to keep their feet as they stumbled down into the continuous valley.  The ditch was completely overrun with thorny weeds and small evergreen trees.  Now their legs and hips were being attacked by thorns that felt like a million razors.  The trees were about five feet tall and their prickly branches were slapping the girls in the face.  They were now crying openly.  Branches would brush against Patricia and then rebound viciously against Simone.  Simone was incensed.  She began cussing Patricia, telling her to watch what the hell she was doing.  Patricia had her own problems.  Somehow, David seemed to be able to steer them in such a way that three foot high vegetation was between her legs, whipping her pussy ferociously. 

Their bodies were covered with scratches.  Their sweat was rolling salty liquid into the fresh wounds.  They were gasping for breath.  Gasping to suck in oxygen to replace what they were expending.  Gasping to enhance the sobs that seemed so necessary to their plight.

Then, things became worse.  David guided his steed off of the road, through some underbrush and directly into the middle of a shallow, mountain stream.  He began moving the horse slowly upstream.  Now the girls were in icy cold water that came about halfway up their shins.  Plus the stream bed was nothing but small rocks that made walking treacherous, especially with their hands not available for balance.  Their legs quickly became freezing numb and their feet kept slipping from stone to stone.  They were now begging for relief from their plight. 

David turned in the saddle and noticed that their nipples looked hard enough to cut glass.  Their lips were trembling.  Water was splattering up to their cunt hair and then dripping in multiple droplets from between their legs. 

Patricia said that the cold water made her have to pee.  Mercifully, he stopped.  They stood there trembling. 

David said, “Pee!”

Patricia was shocked at the thought. 

“Can’t I have some privacy!” she begged.

He replied, “Certainly, turn your back to me.”  And he snickered.

She knew there was no leverage for bargaining.  She turned, squatted, and let out a solid stream of piss into the cold water.  She didn’t even like to think about what was splattering up on to her bottom.

Simone at first couldn’t believe it.  Then she decided to offer moral support.  She, too, turned, squatted, and began pissing a huge stream of yellow gold.

David thought, “They are beginning to realize who is in control.”

As they both stood with droplets falling from their pubic hair, he yanked on the rope and began trotting up the stream.  They moved quickly but not quickly enough.  Patricia fell full on her front and her neck rope, in turn, pulled Simone into the stream.  Now they were lying in the cold, running water and began sputtering and choking and coughing.

David kept tension on the rope and watched them rolling sensually in the water.  Finally, they stood, shaking.  Their bodies were each one big tableau of goose bumps.  They appeared to have reached the end of their endurance.  Snot was rolling freely from each of their noses.  Since they could not wipe, it dripped on to their once-proud breasts, down through their belly buttons, and on into their cunt hair.  Their self-pride was now completely destroyed.  Mercifully he led them out of the stream, up a path that was completely hidden unless one knew of its location. 

Two more miles and they arrived.  The girls were a wreck – both physically and emotionally.  They knew they would be raped.  They hoped they would not be killed.  They pondered their fates as they saw for the first time their future home.

It was a large structure completely hidden by a mask of huge trees.  It was surrounded by a stockade fence that blended into the topography.  David owned over 500 acres that completely surrounded his winter home.  He pressed a remote and a gate slowly opened into the yard of the stockade.  He again pushed a button and a large door opened in the side of the house and the cunts were in their future den of iniquity.

He took the rope that joined their necks, raised it and looped the middle of it over a hook in the wall.  This pulled them together and almost on to their tiptoes.  They were secure.  David stood back and admired his acquisitions.  He wished that LardAss were here to help in his training of these two wonderful bitches. 

Chapter 4:        The Battle

David had left the room for several hours.  They pondered their fate as they hung together, speculating on how bad things would become.

David returned finally, walking in to the room completely naked.  This was meant to stun them and it did.  Their eyes widened as he entered and, of course, their gaze immediately went to his package.  Overall he was in good shape.   He was not muscle bound but it was obvious that he carried little body fat and he moved with a certain grace and balance.  The area that had drawn the girls’ gaze was a jungle thatch of thick, black, curly pubic hair.  It framed an unusual dick and set of balls.  His dick was not particularly long but its girth was completely out of proportion to any other part of his body.  It was a thick dick!  It was circumcised with a quite large mushroom head.  Sitting below this thick pole was a huge set of balls.  They showed assurance of great potency and stamina.  One ball was especially large and hung quite low.  His dick was in a semi-erect state and the head was just beginning to shine as its covering of skin was beginning to be stretched somewhat tightly.

The questions that immediately came to each of the cunt’s mind was, “Where is he going to stick that fucking thing and how am I going to accommodate it?”

He stood posing with his hands on his hips and his groin pushed slightly forward.  His stance also showed that he had quite powerful thighs as those muscles presented themselves quite firmly.

Then, he moved forward and stood directly in front of Patricia.  His right hand went down to grasp his dick and point its piss slit directly at her.  At first she thought he was just giving more impetus to his need for exhibition and that he just wanted to be sure she would look at him.  Then as she saw him strain somewhat her mind began to revolt at what she knew was coming.  And it did.  A solid stream of yellow piss shot from his slit and hit her directly in her pussy.  The piss seemed to splatter everywhere and she was taken aback at both its force and its warmth.  She screamed!  Piss was now dripping from her pussy hair, flowing down her thighs and accumulating in a pool at her feet.  Some was splattering up and hitting the bottoms of her beautiful tits.  Some was even splattering on to Simone who was secured closely beside her.

Simone was screaming, “You filthy bastard!  You’ll pay for this and rot in hell you fucking scumbag!”

As his piss stream finally began to diminish, and while his right hand began shaking droplets from his dick, his left fist flew out and caught Simone directly in the stomach.

She bent over as far as her bonds would allow as the air was driven from her.  She couldn’t scream any more because she was sucking air.

He turned and exited the room.  Both girls, despite their new distress, couldn’t help but notice that he had almost no ass at all – just muscles segueing from his back to his strong thighs.

After about an hour he returned – again naked of course.  Patricia reeked of urine.  Simone seemed somewhat dazed. 

David made the first mistake he had ever made in all of his adventures with diminishing and destroying bitches.  Perhaps it was due to his success.  Perhaps he had become too self-confident in his success.  Perhaps he needed LardAss around to help keep him focused and grounded.

He overestimated the amount of devastation he had brought to Simone.  She certainly seemed out of it.  Her distress seemed real and debilitating.  And, in fact, she was distressed.  But her will and her abilities were not that diminished.  She was a martial arts instructor.  She was in superb physical condition.  And she was not an easy mark to be conquered.  As she continued to show outward signs of a complete lack of will, she waited and planned for the right moment.

David walked to the two ladies, and using a set of strong shears, cut the cord that was around Simone’s neck.  He told her to turn around and he cut the bonds that held her hands.  She whispered a thank you in a pitiful sounding voice and rubbed her wrists vigorously and stretched to eliminate the kinks in her body. 

He had stepped back to again admire her body as it rippled with her movements.  But, in a lapse of good judgment, he didn’t move back far enough.

Suddenly her right arm shot forward and with a huge splat the palm of her hand was driven in to his nose.  Cartilage could be heard being broken and rearranged.  The force of her blow snapped his head back.  She had used this type of blow once on a would-be rapist.  It had ended everything for him as blood gushed from his nose, tears flooded his eyes, and stars floated in his brain.  She assumed the same thing would happen to David since this particular hit was delivered even better. 

It did not happen.  His nose had been broken too many times and the blood vessels were cemented shut from previous battles in such away that no blood was going to flood from anywhere in that region.  A slight dribble of blood did flow from his right nostril but it was nothing.

He was a former champion boxer in college.  Pain was irrelevant to him.  He reached up and grasped the sides of his nose with both hands and gave it a quick snap to put it back in place.  Then he looked at her and grinned.  Finally, he moved into his stance.  She was taken aback at his instant recovery and she, too, took her stance.

They circled each other warily, sizing up their respective situations.  They were a magnificent sight.  Both in excellent condition.  Both confident in their abilities.  Both looking for an opening.  She was about two inches taller than he.  He was thicker in the legs and shoulders.  They were two naked creatures preparing to bring havoc and devastation on to the other.

Suddenly she dropped, supported herself on one had and tried a leg sweep.  He skipped over it effortlessly and tried to land on her hand that was supporting her.  She had anticipated his move and she quickly recovered and bounced to her feet.  And bounced she did as her wonderful tits seemed to float in air.  In the meantime with his up-and- down motion his thick dick and bounced up to hit his flat stomach and then return to its normal dangle.

They again circled.  He shot forth a left jab that was as quick as a cobra and should have caught her directly on the point of her chin.  She ducked beneath it easily and aimed a kick for his nuts.  He had seen the movement out of his peripheral vision and turned his hips slightly to catch the kick on the side of this thigh.  Her foot stung as it came against a muscle that was hard as granite.

All at once they were a blur of motions.  Fists flying, elbows spinning, and legs dancing.  They were a blur of offensive and defensive moves.  No finishing blows were struck but several landed well enough to certainly cause irritation.  They were two naked gladiators, wonderful to look at and fighting to the death – no holds barred.  For her it was a new experience of battle.  She had never encountered someone who bobbed and weaved and made it so difficult to land a solid, meaningful kick or chop.  For him it was a new experience of battle.  He had never encountered a bitch that was this tall and yet so quick and elusive.

Patricia was screaming, “Kill the fucking bastard Simone!”  Castrate him!  Make him eat his nuts!”

The feinting and striking moves went on for a solid thirty minutes with no visible results.  Each had bruises on various parts of their body.  Each was breathing through their mouth to acquire as much oxygen as possible.  Each was covered with sweat.

He had tried clinching with her once when she had made a tactical error and circled into a corner.  The clinch was two beasts trying to destroy one another.  She was grasping for his balls with one hand and scratching for his eyes with the other.  He was pummeling her in the kidneys with blows that should have put her out of action.  He felt her grasping hand get to the top of his pubic hair.  He knew he was a goner if she got his nuts.  His head was burrowed in her chest between her mountainous tits.  His mouth moved forward and he got a solid mouthful of the inside of her right tit.  He bit down with all of his might into the smooth tit meat.  She screamed like an inhuman creature and quickly jerked away.  A bit of her flesh was left in his mouth and he spit it out with disdain.

David realized that her youth would outlast his superior muscles and she was too quick for him to deliver any meaningful combinations.  She had tried many times to kick him in the nuts and he knew that if she ever did, it would be the end of a reign of terror that he had brought to many cunts. 

He took a major chance and let a karate chop get past what seemed to be a missed block on his part.  The chop caught him in the side of the neck and he dropped to one knee, feigning injury that was not as bad as he demonstrated.  She underestimated him.  She shot forward a kick to his face and for some reason the kick was more deliberate rather than completely reflexive.  He grabbed her leg and while she was off balance, he rammed his fist upward directly in to the center of her pussy.  Simone had been in many mock battles and had blows delivered to all parts of her body.  But none had ever been delivered to the feminine area between her legs.  For some reason, this was a new experience that gave her pause to think.  This was no time for thinking.  This was only a time for animal reflexes that tried to kill the opponent.  It was her undoing.  He rose up still holding her leg.  She went down on her back and the back of her head snapped against the hard floor.  He didn’t think.  He simply reacted.  He forgot about any boxing strategy and began reigning kicks on to her body, aiming specifically for her huge tits.  They were an easy target and each kick diminished her will a bit more.

Finally Simone did the only thing practical.  She rolled into a fetal ball to expose only less sensitive parts.  He accommodated her by kicking her fine ass.  Blow after blow rained upon the ass that had reigned as proudly as she had been accustomed to ruling over males.  She ruled no more and the reign of her ass was over!

He quickly got some plastic ties from somewhere and secured her ankles tightly.  Then he used longer plastic ties to secure her knees tightly together.  She was in effect, completely hobbled.  Her upper body was free to move but her legs were locked tightly together. 

The then walked over to Patricia.  He kicked her feet slightly apart which brought her body lower and tightened the noose around her neck.  Then he said, “I thought you would like to share in the pain that your bitch friend received!  Also, this is for choosing her side.”

At that, he started an uppercut that seemed to come from his ankles and drove his clenched fist directly into her pussy.  The power of his blow actually lifted her from the floor and as she fell back down the noose snapped around her neck.  Her eyes bulged and her tongue protruded.  He then quickly cut the cord holding her upright and she slumped to the floor.  He then delivered devastating kicks to her tits until they matched Simone’s in color and swelling.  He exited the room quickly to the sounds of their groaning and tears.  He returned a few moments later with two hypodermics in his hand.  They could vaguely see what he was doing through their tears but they were simply too weak and in too much pain to resist.  He slipped the hypos into their butts and within moments they were asleep.

He then produced a pair of dental pliers and began work on the two victims.

Chapter 5:        The Awakening and the Arrival

Simone awoke first.  In addition to the pain that racked her entire body, her mouth felt as though it had been kicked by a Missouri mule.  As she reached up to her mouth her chest felt like it was on fire as those tendons raised her arm.  Her fingers explored her mouth and she shrieked in horror.  Her teeth were gone!  All she felt was were gums!  As she tried to sit upright she discovered that her legs, knees and thighs were secured tightly together.  She lost her balance and fell backward and sideways and her body cried out as the bruised areas hit the floor.  Patricia was now in her line of sight.  Although the dark haired beauty was unconscious her mouth was gaping open to display bloody gums – no teeth!  Simone again shrieked as she realized that their mouths looked like those of Third World one hundred year old women!

Simone tried to call out to Patricia but the words sounded weird as her mouth formed sounds without the usual array of teeth.  It was almost as though she had a permanent lisp.  She, in fact, did have a permanent lisp.

He spoke.  “Listen closely cunts!  The tall  bitch tried to take me out.  For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.  Every time one of you does something I don’t like – I will do something to both of you that you won’t like.  In this case, you lost your teeth.  The penalty for disobedience is that you both will lose something you would prefer not to lose.  I started with the teeth because I have other plans for each of your mouths.  I’ll leave that ‘something’ to your imagination.  Now – the next time one of you screams or says something disparaging toward my treatment of you – you will both lose your tongues.  Think about it!”

He looked at Simone lying on her back – wiggling around to try to find a position that caused the least amount of pain to her many bruises from the beating she had taken.

He said, “Lay on your stomach cunt!”

She obeyed immediately.  He walked over, grasped the side of her fantastic hips and pulled upwards.  She was now on her shoulders and knees with her ass well positioned in the air.  Her ankles, knees, and thighs were still secured tightly together by the plastic ties.  Then he brought in a stand on wheels from which hung an enema bag.  Simone’s face on the floor was turned to one side.  He had brought the apparatus up to her from the side that she couldn’t see.  Without warning he slammed the nozzle into the crack of her ass.  Because of having so much practice with other bitches he found her ass hole with the first jab and shoved the nozzle in up to its very hilt.  Simone started to scream, realized the consequences that might be derived and simply groaned a muted “no”. 

Without further adieu he opened the stopcock and ice cold salt water flowed into her bowels.  Now she couldn’t help herself.  She screamed.  David assured her that this was permissible due to the unusual circumstances of her invasion and due to the fact that he was, indeed, a sensitive master. 

Patricia was shocked beyond belief.  She had never thought that such degradation existed.  Plus, she wondered when her time would come?

When the bag of fluid was empty, he displayed a great deal of dexterity as he replaced it with another completely full bag.  Patricia was responding to all this influx of liquids by groaning loudly as her guts seemed about to explode.  She was now begging – offering to do anything she could think of.  She promised to suck his dick, swallow his cum, give him pleasures he never knew existed. (It was obvious she had still not determined who she was dealing with.)

When the second bag emptied in to her, he left the nozzle in as a butt plug.  Then he walked around and looked at her in profile.  Her stomach was distended and riding up to her huge tits that hung down so invitingly.  So, he accepted the invitation.  He walked up to her, got down on his hands and knees and began pulling viciously on her right nipple.  He worked it.  Pinched it!  Pulled it!  Twisted it!  She was screaming even louder now.  Yet, in an interesting contradiction, her nipples were growing incredibly hard.  His hand moved down and he began pulling viciously on her pussy hair.  He actually managed to pull thatches of it out by the roots.  Drool was running from her mouth as she screamed louder and begged more pitifully.  Then he began patting rather gently on her full stomach.  This caused her even more pain.  He suggested to her that it might hurt even more if he began kicking her stomach as he had in their recent battle.  She knew her guts would rupture and she whined pleadingly to ask him not to hurt her any more.

He said, “Oh baby.  You have no idea of the pain you will encounter on this journey!”

With that, he stood, walked behind her and yanked nozzle out of her ass hole.  She felt both relief and horror as shit and brown liquid flew out of her ass, down her thighs, on to the backs of her calves, and on her bare feet. 

Patricia was now beside herself.  It was the most horrible sight she had ever witnessed.  Even worse, she wondered when her time would come and what it would entail?

They both watched as Simone continued to dribble brown liquid from her ass and their eyes followed the dribbles down the inward portion of her thighs.  Finally, in complete exhaustion, Simone began to fall over on to her side, almost moving in slow motion until she landed with a muted splat on to the floor.  She cared not that parts of her once proud body were lying in the middle of her own shit.  She had lost all ability to care about anything for the moment.

Then, David turned to Patricia.  He walked up to her and cut the noose that was around her neck and he cut the ties that held her hands behind her back.  She was defeated.  She made no move to resist.  Although once quite proud and possessed of perfect posture, she slumped now and there was no doubt that she had given up any remembrances of her proud heritage.  David recognized this defeat in both her and Simone.  He had seen it many times through the administrations of tribulations to many cunts.  He knew an awakening had taken place.

Then all three of them turned as they heard a sound near the door.  In walked an astounding sight!  To him, it was a welcome sight.  To Simone and Patricia, it was the strangest sight they had ever seen.  LardAss had arrived!

Chapter 6:        The Betrayal

It was a reunion.  LardAss walked over, got on to her knees and began licking his thick dick.  It trembled at first and then began to rise.  Then she moved to his balls and licked them vigorously.  His dick was now bouncing off of her forehead.  A dribble of precum came from his piss slit and rolled down on to the bridge of her nose.  She ignored it as it slowly began a journey down to the end of her nose and slowly, slowly released itself from her skin and began falling through the air.  With superb timing she retreated from his balls, stuck out her tongue and just captured the juice on the tip of her tongue.  She slowly withdrew her tongue – and the spot of his juice – in to her mouth and swallowed loudly so that everyone would know what she had done.  David was satisfied.  He reached down, grasped her beneath her hairy armpits, pulled her to her feet, and with an incredibly quick motion – slapped her twice on each side of her face. 

She whispered, “Thank you.”

Simone and Patricia felt as though they had slipped into an even stranger universe.  Their eyes had first assessed LardAss, and, they found her wanting in appearance.  LardAss was not a ‘looker’.  She was tall, perhaps 5’11”, and slightly overweight.  Her tits were not terribly big and were beginning to show a slight sag.  There was a roll of pudginess around her middle.  Her hair was disheveled.  Her pussy hair was splotchy and a dirty looking color.  Her ass was big!  And, there were stretch marks around her oversized thighs.  Yet, she moved with an assurance of power that seemed to contradict her physique.  Finally, there were scars and brands and burns over much of the canvas of her body.  But somehow, even after the two slaps to her face, the two bitches felt that this young, big girl had a strange power over the man who had been their tormentor.  What the hell was going on?

LardAss and David looked at the two bitches.  Simone was groaning on the floor, trying not to move too much and roll into more of her own shit.  Patricia was standing slump shouldered, her perfectly-shaped tits sagging for the first time in her young life.  Her lips were moving but no sound was forthcoming.

Patricia and Simone had always been close friends.  They did things together.  They shared secrets and aspirations.  They had vowed many times to be ‘sisters’ for their entire lives.  They would do things for one another without hesitation.

Even though LardAss had just arrived, she realized this was a critical juncture in their training.  They were in shock and their reasoning powers were non-existent for the time being.  Although she didn’t smoke, she lit up a cigarette and puffed eagerly to stoke the tobacco with oxygen.  She walked over to Patricia and held the burning end of the cigarette directly in front of her left nipple. 

Se said, “You have a choice.  You can decide that I will put this cigarette out on your left nipple.  Or, you can put it out on Simone as I direct.”

David looked on with admiration.  He had always admired LardAss’ innovativeness.  It was a nice complement to his continuous thoughts of torture and abuse.

Patricia’s left tit twitched involuntarily.  She could already feel the heat on her quite tender area.  She didn’t hesitate.  She took the cigarette and walked over to Simone. 

LardAss said, “Extinguish it just above the crack of her ass.”

Patricia hesitated for a moment.  LardAss took one step toward her.  Immediately, Patricia put the burning end on to the smooth skin just above Simone’s ass crack.  She then ground it into the skin viciously.  Smoke and the odor of burning young flesh filled the room.  Even after the cancer- stick was extinguished; Patricia continued to push it into the skin, shredding the paper and tobacco.

Simone had heard of nothing that led up to this event.  She had been too engrossed in her own troubles.  However, her attention was focused when she felt her back side suddenly tell her brain that trouble was afoot.  She screeched like banshee.  Although she tried to move away, she had no leverage as her two bound feet slipped in the shit that was all over the floor.  She began crying relentlessly and begging for relief. 

David walked over to her and said, “Do you want me to cool the burn above your ass?”

Simone moved her head up and down vigorously.

He said to Patricia, “Hold my dick and point it to the damage you have done.”

Patricia was in a fog and yet she complied immediately.  When she first took hold of his tool she was shocked.  She had seen its girth but it was something else to try to wrap her smallish hand around such thickness.  She had seen and held a few dicks but none like this.  It was like a tree trunk.  And, when she lifted it, she was surprised at its weight.  What it lacked in length, it compensated with substance and weight.  She held his dick and tried to point it to the vicious burn.  She felt his dick and balls tense and then a huge stream of bright yellow piss shot forth.  Her aim had been off and the stream went directly in to the crack of Simone’s ass.  Patricia adjusted immediately and the piss flooded the new burn.  Piss seemed to splatter everywhere – especially on to Patricia’s lower, naked body.  She was oblivious.  She was too bent upon directing the stream to the center of the burn she had just inflicted on her good friend.

Simone screamed even louder as she felt the uric acid mix with the burned flesh.  She had never felt such pain!

Patricia wept.

David smiled.

LardAss looked on with no emotion whatsoever.

He now turned to Patricia who was still grasping his dick as though it were a lifeline.  In a sense it was.  It was to be her lifetime to less pain, less humiliation, and her degradation.  Her fate – via his tool – was literally in her own hand.

She sensed how things would work.  She immediately fell to her knees before him and took his powerful tool into her mouth.  She had to open her mouth wider to accommodate the huge head that had become engorged as she began this new venture.  Other than the size, the first thing she noted was the musky odor that emanated from his mass of black pubic hair.  She didn’t give a shit.  She wanted to survive.  She buried the tool in her throat and rolled her tongue around it.  She sucked ferociously.  Both hands went to his balls and began rolling them between her fingers – pulling and stroking tenderly.  Certainly she could have attacked his nuts and took control.  But she had seen what he did to Simone and she knew she was no match for this bastard.  She used the only weapon and bargaining chip she had – sex.   There had been a few drops on the end of his dick.  She was oblivious to these as she simply sucked them down into her gullet. 

Simone looked up at this tableau and knew she had been abandoned by the one whom she had thought was her dearest friend.  She heard the sucking sounds and the slap of his stomach against Patricia’s nose.  She saw him tense and his eyes go tightly shut and she knew he was coming in her once-friend’s mouth.  Instead of revulsion on Patricia’s face, Simone saw only eagerness as Patricia worked the dick and swallowed eagerly.  Simone would have been astounded if she knew how much cum juice had sprung from his groin.  She would have been even more astounded to think that Patricia could swallow this much so quickly without letting any of it spill out of her mouth.  And she would have been shocked to know how Patricia was now licking his piss slit to clean it completely.  Simone had been betrayed.  Patricia was battling for her own well-being and fuck anyone who USED to be her friend.

Although LardAss displayed no emotions, strange thoughts were going through her mind.  The first of their kind.  Somehow, unexplainably, she was aroused by both Patricia and Simone.

Chapter 7:        The Indoctrination

David said, “You know – I sense that you two might harbor ill will toward one another.  Perhaps it would be well for you to experience some togetherness.”

He then told them to stand together, face to face, so that their toes were touching.  They did so slowly.  It was a beautiful picture.  Each set of tits was touching the other’s body.  Simone’s bounteous tits looked as though they were resting on top of Patricia’s gorgeous tits.  Patricia’s nipples were engorged and were stroking Simone’s torso.  Their hairy bushes seemed to be almost seeking each other. 

He then produced a short length of clear plastic tubing.  He slipped one end of the tubing over Patricia’s big toe on her right foot.  He then slipped the other end on to Simone’s big toe on her left foot.  He then put a hose clamp on each end of the tubing to secure the tubing on to each respective toe. 

LardAss was repeating the procedure with another piece of tubing on each of their other big toes.  For all practical purposes the two bitches were now a part of each other with each big toe touching its opposing mate.  But, something new was going on during this coupling procedure.  LardAss was bewildered.  For the first time since her association with David, she was experiencing sexual feelings and she was not sharing them with her man.  Her pussy lips were twitching.  Juices were congregating in her well-used sex tunnel.  She was not controlling the most intimate part of her being. 

The fact is that there were two fantastic cunts just inches away from each side of her face.  Their musky odor was wafting in to LardAss’ nostrils.  She could see each bush out of her peripheral vision.  She really wanted to look directly at each pussy.  But something told her not to be this overt.  In reality, she wanted to wrap an arm around each set of magnificent hips and pull the sex triangles directly in to her face.  Yet, something told her that this would not produce a good future for her if David knew what she was feeling.  She maintained her composure – at least as much as a fucked over, fat ass, little tits, scarred and burned bitch could accomplish.

He said to the two joined bitches, “You will live like this for the next few hours – or days – until I feel you have achieved a sense of teamwork.”

At first they simply wondered how they would walk, sleep, or sit down.  It would be much later before they began to understand the ramifications of this coupling. 

Simone spoke softly, “You move forward and I’ll move backward.  Let’s go over to that bed and lie down while we think about this.”

They began their movements.  But, they had only taken a half of a step when they became completely uncoordinated and fell with a thud.  Simone fell on her back with a hard knock while Patricia fell directly on to her, knocking the wind from both of them.  They were a mass of beautiful female body parts, gasping and quivering for breath.  Patricia recovered first and raised herself on her hands, looking directly down into Simone’s eyes.

Patricia said, “We will have to figure this out before we try anything like this again.  Let’s roll over toward the bed.  Let’s put our arms around each other so we can work together better”

They were a sight!  Two beautiful bitches locked together in an pseudo-impassionate embrace.  Yet they had to maintain this position if they were going to roll together.  David leisurely stroked his dick as he watched the sensual sight with amusement.  LardAss now felt comfortable in stroking her own clitoris.  It felt good as she experienced several mini-orgasms that she managed to conceal to outward appearances.  Tits were mashed against tits.  Belly buttons were pressed together to create two immense caverns.  Groins rubbed against groins.  His dick was becoming hard again!  He watched as they began rolling, mashing each other’s tits, thighs, stomachs, and cunts against one another as they rolled.  Strange as it was, they obviously were arousing one another because four nipples were extended and engorged anew.  Further, although not visible, their pussies were pumping juices freely.  They finally reached the bed, used their hands and arms to elevate themselves and clamored on to the bed – hooked together at the toes like conjoined twins.

He couldn’t resist taking out some of his feelings on the nearest sex object.  LardAss was that object.  He began by pinching her large rump.  Then he made her double over and suck his dick as he pulled her hair to achieve a motion that satisfied him.  Finally he reached over her back and buried his finger in her ass hole.  He then began using his muscular arm to cycle her body like a pump handle, lifting and lowering, pulling viciously on her anal rim.  Not once did her lips move from his dick.  She knew better.  Finally, he came in a torrent of joy juice, pumping in to her throat as he had so many times before.  He released his hold on the fat ass and LardAss suck to her knees to begin cleaning his groin with her tongue.

As LardAss worked on him he now began his routine to turn Simone and Patricia against each other and to determine who was to be the dominating victim and who was to be the sub-victim.  As LardAss scurried on her knees, he walked over to the bed where they were lying side by side, breathing hard as they tried to calm their nerves and their twitching muscles.  LardAss had become quite adept at matching his stride on her knees with her face buried in his scrotum.  After arriving at the two bitches’ side he took both hands and pushed violently against them to throw them in a heap on to the floor.  They fell with a splat with Simone on top and Patricia looking up and her supposed friend.  He told them to roll over so that Patricia was on top.  Then, from somewhere he took a six foot length of garden hose, holding one end with both hands and whomped down hard right in the middle of Simone’s back.  She gasped with pain and turned her head to look up just in time to see LardAss with a similar hose thundering down again directly between her shoulder blades. 

He said, “We’re going to whomp down once every fifteen seconds for the next five minutes.  You two can decide who shall be on top to be the recipient of the hoses.”

For Simone, this was a non-decision.  She rolled over quickly without any hesitation whatsoever.  Despite his previous warning, Patricia did not resist because she actually didn’t know exactly what had happened.  Simone’s long flowing hair had blocked her view.  All Patricia had felt was the two sudden thrusts of Simone’s body against her.  She really didn’t know the cause of the thrusts.  The she found out.  David let fly directly into the back of Patricia’s head, driving her face down on to Simone’s face.  Both bitches felt instant pain and they fought to retain consciousness.  Fifteen seconds elapsed and then Patricia felt a hose come down directly on to the back of one of her creamy thighs.  It felt as though her thigh muscle had been hit by a truck.  Now she understood!  Patricia immediately began to try to roll over.  Simone resisted.  It was now a wrestling battle of two beautiful women, each trying to gain the advantage over the other.  Their tits were flopping freely.  They were grunting with exertion.  Their legs were trying to gain an advantage.  But it was to no avail because of the way their big toes were captured by one another.  As it turned out, it became obvious that Patricia was more muscular than she appeared.  In fact, she was a free weight workout freak.  She was no weakling.  For a while she held her on as they rolled back and forth – each coming to rest on her back for only a fleeting moment.  However, Simone’s martial arts training and superior height soon took over as she gained the advantage.  Soon Simone had somehow gained leverage and forced Patricia to the top position.  Both of them were sobbing and grunting at the same time through their toothless mouths.  He and LardAss stood back and admired the view.  They were now sweating profusely and they skins glowed from the exertion.  It was a marvelous sight of sweaty, twitching female flesh.  LardAss had an even greater reaction.  She was aroused!  While LardAss was trying to control her sexual emotions, David walked up and kicked Patricia viciously in the side.  The upper part of Patricia’s body slipped off of Simone’s moist skin. 

Then, David got down on his knees, lowered his head, and put his lips full on to Simone’s lips.  She didn’t hesitate as her tongue eagerly sought out the inner most regions of his mouth.  He generated spit and let it flow into Simone’s mouth.  Simone aided him by sucking ferociously and swallowing every particle of his saliva.  He had his winner.  LardAss, for the first time in her life, was jealous!  She wasn’t jealous that David was being kissed.  She was jealous that she was not being kissed – by Simone!

Patricia was now sobbing openly – both from the physical pain she had just received and from the emotional loss she had endured.  Patricia was a devout Catholic and had never used profanity in her life.  This was her first. 

She said, “You fucking cunt – I’ll repay you for this!”