Picking and Choosing
Chapter 7
When I woke up it was cold in my place, very cold. I snuggled down under
the covers and tried to get my bearings. Waking up is not something I do easily,
and once out of bed I'm kind of nasty. I've learned this from the complaints
I've had from the numerous women who stayed overnight at my apartment. I always
get my pickups to come to my place, rather than theirs as a matter of
self-defense. I've heard more than one horror story of a guy going to the
chick's place and waking up to find her husband or boyfriend pounding on the
door. I am a lover, not a fighter.
It took some doing, but I finally got up and padded into the bathroom to
tap a kidney. Then I came out to check on my star boarder. She was right where I
left her; wide-awake and shivering like a junkie who missed his fix. Sometime
during the night she had pissed all over my coffee table and some of it had
dripped onto the carpet. I began to wonder if there were enough hours in today
for me to give her everything she had coming as the result of her numerous
fuckups. One thing was for sure, her cunt was going to get a good dose of the
pussy paddle and there wasn't going to be any fifteen-minute break between
whacks either. As far as I was concerned her asshole was the only target for
today when it came to grudge fucking. I wondered what Ralph was going to think
when he arrived to find her all beat up and her asshole looking like it had
swallowed a redwood tree.
There was no time like the present, so I got the pussy paddle and gave
her the first taste for the day. It hit home with a satisfying splatting noise
and she tried to levitate off the piss-covered table. Rather than switch
paddles, I used it again to smash her tits flat, noticing that it did a nice
job. Her eyes were bulging out of their sockets and her shivering was now more
like spasming. I leaned over, grabbed her nipples and gave them a good twisting,
which brought tears to her eyes.
"You have to be the biggest fuckup I've ever met. You can't seem to do
anything right. Now you've gone and ruined my carpet. Well you'll pay for that
little mistake with your ass. By the time I get done wrecking that flabby body
of yours you'll wish you had never met me." My words seemed to make her shake
worse, a good sign. The extra trembling was because she was afraid, just the way
I wanted her to be today. On the other hand I wasn't really going to let myself
get too carried away. This was my new meal ticket, and major bruises, burns and
cuts were a no-no, unless I got paid for letting someone else do it to her on
camera.
Since she wasn't going anywhere and it didn't matter if she pissed on
the carpet again, I wandered off to the kitchen, leaving her to shake and worry
about what I'd do to her next. That was a good question, and I planned to give
it some thought during breakfast. While I waited for the coffee to perk I
decided to give her another taste of the pussy paddle. She started really
shaking when I picked up the piece of wood. I teased her by laying it down on
her pussy and letting her feel it.
" Well, well, looks like its time for another little touch-up of that
fat cunt of yours. Hold on tight!" As I finished speaking I gave her a monster
swat that sounded as if a pistol had gone off in the room. She went nuts, but
the ropes held. I grinned at piggy and wagged my finger. "That's just a very
small down payment for yesterday, wait until I start in on you for pissing on my
carpet." Piggy struggled like a mad woman to get free, but she was unable to
budge from the spot she was in.
After breakfast I felt a while lot better. On the other hand piggy
wasn't feeling well at all. I gave her another shot with the pussy paddle and
noticed that her cunt was nearly swollen shut after only three whacks. I jammed
two fingers up her twat, meeting plenty of resistance. She was dry and my
probing was obviously causing her some pain. On a whim I began to finger whip
that reddened box lunch of hers. Tears rolled down her plump cheeks as I
continued to tattoo the entrance to her twat. After a few minutes it was no fun
anymore and so I decided to free my meal ticket from her bonds and let her start
off the day by taking my hard cock up her tight asshole.
Try as I might, that asshole of hers just conformed to my dick no matter
how I twisted and turned. This pudgy, near-sighted girl had a shitter unlike any
I'd ever nailed. Her asshole was the standard against which all others had to be
measured. I just enjoyed the hell out of ass fucking this babe into the floor.
We worked up a pretty good sweat doing the backdoor boogie. Just before I came,
I pulled out and made her turn around and kneel so I could coat her pasty face
with my first load of the day. I managed to shoot some of it into her eyes and
the rest went from her forehead down to her chin, giving her the appearance of a
glazed donut.
While I rested up for the next round of asshole action, I made her get
busy and clean up the mess she made on my coffee table. She set to work licking
up her piss and the cheese-like cunt drippings that had oozed out of her during
the stay on the table. Every so often I would haul off and give her big ass a
good wallop with my open hand. By the time she finished polishing the table with
her tongue, her ass was damn near a uniform crimson color. I made her bend over
the table and support herself with her arms. Then I used my belt to finish off
covering that flabby ass with some vivid and livid markings. She was shaking
like a leaf when I was finished.
I yanked the gag out of her mouth and told her she could take a piss.
Piggy started towards the bathroom and I followed so I could see the surprised
look on her face when she discovered what was waiting for her. She gasped when
she saw the enema bag dangling from the shower rod. I gave her red ass another
swat as I said, "Do you know what that is? It's another tool to help with your
physical rehabilitation. It can also double as a tool to make you hurt real bad.
How I use it is up to you." Her ass took another hard slap to make sure she got
the meaning of my words.
Sitting beside the toilet was a brand new plastic bucket that would be
used to collect her piss for later consumption. I'd spring that little surprise
on her later when Ralph showed up. "From now on you use the bucket when you have
to pee; the toilet is strictly for when you have to take a dump." She winced as
I swatted her across the tits. She just stood there and blushed. "Well, do you
have to pee or don't you?" I asked. She nodded and her face got even redder.
"Are you gonna watch?" Piggy asked in a voice that was difficult to hear. I
sighed and gave her a slap to the head, not a hard one, but something for
effect. She started blubbering and I wagged my finger and shushed her, closing
my hand into a fist to further intimidate her.
Peggy the piggy squatted down over the bucket and I watched her try to
get the flow going. It took a couple of tries before a few squirts of piss hit
the bucket, followed by a flood that splashed noisily against the sides as she
relieved the pressure from her full bladder. I patted her on the head as if she
were a little kid just learning how to use the potty. Things were going to be
very entertaining around here once her training went into full effect.
The amount of gigs she had earned in the last day was so high I hadn't
been able to keep track of them all. I had no interest in spending the day
beating her until she was black and blue from neck to knees; that would have
been rather stupid on my part. What I really wanted to accomplish had to do with
her obedience. My goal was to make her believe that she didn't know much about
utilizing her physical talents, but I did. Once she accepted that, there had to
be a system of rewards added to counterbalance the gigs that she was bound to
pile up over her training period. That was the problem; the last thing I wanted
was for her to begin to think that I really cared enough about her to consider
some kind of long term relationship. It would have to be a fine line that I
walked.
Once I had her back in the living room I told her that if she didn't
make any noise and cause a fuss while I walloped her good for being such a dumb
cunt, I wouldn't tie her up, or even gag her. I made it a test for her to take,
and she jumped at the chance. I cautioned piggy that if I had to tie her up and
gag her she'd get a lot more punishment than if she was a good girl. This was
the first step in the process of getting her to trust me and do my bidding.
I had her lean over the arm of my sofa so I could start paddling that
big flabby ass. I offered her one of my squash balls, a piece of hard rubber, to
chew on if she had the urge to start making noise. I had to suppress the urge to
laugh; she looked so pathetic with her squinting eyes and mouth stuffed with the
squash ball, like she was a dog playing with a chew toy.
I successfully talked her through the first five whacks, each one harder
than its predecessor. I let her take a breather for a few minutes, rubbing her
ass and even working a finger in and out of her cunt, which reacted to this
simple pleasure to the point that when I withdrew, my finger was coated with her
cunt cream. "You are doing fine my little girl, now daddy has to hurt you some
more. It's for your own good so that next time daddy tells you to do something,
you'll just do it."
I walloped her butt with everything I had and a muffled grunt came from
her as her ass cheeks clenched in response to the pain that was radiating from
her blistered bottom. I gave her a moment to recover her composure and then gave
her two of the best in rapid succession, testing her limits. The noise fom her
was audible now as her ass swelled from the vicious hits it had just absorbed. I
rubbed and pinched the crimson flesh and worked two fingers into her cunt. She
was soaking wet; I was amazed.
Piggy was shaking by now, almost at her limit. I stroked her thighs and
pinched the flabby flesh as I told her that if she did as I told her she'd soon
have nice firm thighs that supported a truly great ass. An ass that would drive
the strokers crazy as they watched her porn films and jacked off furiously as
they dreamed that they were fucking that great ass. When I pressed my finger
into her cunt once more, it slid into a pool of cunt juice that she'd generated
as I teased her with a vision of what she could be. Things were going very well.
"You are a big girl, you should be able to take two more without acting
like a baby. If you are good, we'll take a break and I'll let you suck my cock
while I tell you what kind of things you'll be doing in the next few weeks.
They'll be hard; I know that. If I didn't think you could handle it, I wouldn't
be spending this time with you. Now take a deep breath because I'm going to
really hurt you; you deserve it, you know you do." I watched her nod in
agreement.
I wound up and really put the muscle behind it. The first one flattened
her cheeks and she began hopping up and down, shaking her ass as if she was a
horse trying to shoo some flies. I counted to five and then finished her off
with a blow that sounded as if I had shot her. She collapsed and fell off the
sofa onto the floor, tears streaming down her face, but her jaw still clenched
tight, holding that rubber ball to stiffle the screams that she must have wanted
to let out.
A few minutes later I was lying on the sofa watching a porn tape while
piggy knelt on the floor beside me and sucked on my cock and watched the action
taking place. This one was a compilation tape featuring about a dozen different
bimbos giving various disembodied cocks what passed for blowjobs. I pointed out
various flaws and strengths in the techniques these ladies demonstrated.
Piggy didn't seem to be listening too hard to my critique, so I whacked
her across the head and told her to pay fucking attention to what I was saying.
I also informed her that she was getting the strap across those flabby tits once
this was over because she hadn't been paying attention. I noticed a more
enthusiastic attempt on her part to get me off. Even better, I saw her trying to
adopt some of the little tricks that I kept pointing out to her as the tape
continued. I was happy about that, but she still was going to get a good dose of
the strap just to reinforce my control over her. To show her who was who, I
willed myself not to fill her mouth with a blast of hot cum, even though she got
me close a couple of times.
To test her obedience further, I made piggy kneel before me and hold up
her tits in the palms of her hands, offering them for the strapping she was
about to receive. The squash ball was clamped between her teeth, and she stared
at the doubled up strap that was wrapped around my hand. To show her what a nice
guy I was, she didn't get the buckle end like some people would have done. In
point of fact I expected her to be working in amateur porn inside of a couple of
weeks and that meant no major damage to those tits. Still in all she'd be really
hurting for a couple of days after I got finished laying the leather to those
meat bags.
She took the first dozen without too much trouble; I was pulling my
punches, so to speak, to gauge how she could handle the beating. I picked up the
pace and started nailing those fat fun bags with much harder strokes, but I gave
her time to sort of recover after every couple of strokes. At twenty she started
blubbering, a few more later she dropped her tits and covered up, bending over
to protect them from further abuse. I ordered her to resume her pose and she
grudgingly obeyed, a very good sign.
I lit into them once again and she did the same thing after half a dozen
good hits. I once more ordered her to assume the position and although she was
by now shaking like a leaf in a windstorm, she slowly got those well whipped
titties out there for more of the same. Instead of starting in on her again, I
gave her a pat on the head and told her she had been a good girl in taking her
medicine and I'd give her the rest later when she was feeling better. The look I
got was just what I hoped for. She was relieved and also somewhat pleased with
her ability to handle what I had dished out. To my way of thinking that was
fine; I wasn't interested in one of those slavish types who couldn't take a deep
breath without asking for permission.
She looked positively happy when I announced later that I was going to
fuck her ass again. I made her get on the coffee table on all fours and suck me
until I was rock hard. Her technique had improved slightly, another good sign.
This one definitely was trainable. I had her turn around so I could begin
feeding my cock into her tight asshole. In this position I could watch my cock
disappear between her bruised asscheeks, as well as feel that tight tunnel begin
to wrap itself around my hard length of meat as I pushed deeper and deeper into
her shitter. This time I had decided that after I came she was going to clean
off anything that was on my dick. This would be her first lesson in ass to
mouth, another staple of the hard-edge porn world.
Piggy had the nerve to balk when I offered her my cock, covered with her
cunt sludge plus anything else I stirred up while I was drilling away inside her
shit chute. I shook my head sadly and said, "And just when I thought you were
catching on, you revert to type." I tried poking it into her mouth, but she
shook her head and then turned away. I decided it was time to put all the chips
on the table; my way or the highway. I still hadn't invested too much time or
any money into her training, so this was probably the best time to call her
bluff.
I whacked her across the head a couple of times and snarled, "Do it, or
get the fuck out of here, now! If you want to make something out of your
miserable existence you suck my cock until it gleams. You don't, I'm booting
your lazy, stupid ass out onto the street. You'll be doomed to be a loser for
the rest of your fucking life. You'll be doing worse things than this inside of
a year just so somebody will buy you a drink. Now suck it, you disobedient
little slut!" She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. The rest was easy; she
had just taken her second step.
The rest of the day went by pretty fast. When I wasn't grudge fucking
her asshole until it frothed with my cum and her whatever, laying the leather to
her tits or pounding her ass and cunt with paddles, (I never did get around to
seeing what two straight hits to the pussy would do), I was letting her in on my
plans for her career in porn. Piggy was all ears and wide open eyes as I spun my
tale and described what she'd have to do in the next month or two in order to
make it all happen.
When she heard about the starvation diet she had to go on, she frowned.
She smiled happily, and even clapped her hands, when she heard that she had to
give up her apartment and move in with me. Piggy definitely was not thrilled
over taking a daily enema, or being weighed every other day and punished
accordingly for failure to meet her weight goals. She offered no resistance when
I insisted that she turn her earnings over to me. She seemed interested when I
discussed an exercise program that would firm her up even more. However when I
mentioned getting a boob job to make her tits look much better, she just sat
there with her mouth wide open in shock. I deliberately avoided mentioning the
other medical procedures I envisioned for my little ugly duckling. She was very
unhappy to find out that today she would not be allowed to eat or drink at all,
especially since she was getting parched and her stomach was starting to rumble.
I was just finishing another romp in her asshole when the doorbell rang.
She looked surprised, then apprehensive, figuring out that must be the guy who
was going to fuck her in the ass tonight. I couldn't help grinning when I pulled
my spent cock from her ass and made her suck it clean while the doorbell rang
and rang.
(To be continued)
