Picking and Choosing
Chapter 9
As luck would have it, that very day I received a call from one of my
contacts offering me an opportunity to make a rather large sum of money by
acting as a courier between two parties who would remain nameless. I had
performed this service in the past, on many occasions. This is why I am
foot-loose and fancy-free most of the time. I detest the idea of any type of
steady work, unless it involves perhaps pimping for a stable of whores who
looked like porn stars and enjoyed fucking for the sheer fun of it.
At one time I had plans that came very close to the perfect job. I
intended to start my own modeling agency and act as the manager for all the
bimbos that passed my exhaustive screening. Unfortunately the average porn bimbo
has an IQ just above that of a toaster, is usually fucked up in some way before
I even get my hands on her, or has a boyfriend with a drug habit and a nasty
disposition when he's not high. In addition about a dozen guys had the same
bright idea long before I did and they were not interested in sharing the
wealth, such as it was. I also began to realize that the bigger fish in the
"adult entertainment" industry were controlled in large part by the "mob", who
collected tribute from every aspect of this billion-dollar business. That was
why my current plan involved only one client that I had a good chance of
controlling. I'd worry about paying tribute once she became a big star, but
first things first.
This was not the best time to leave my little porn star to-be alone
without anyone to make sure that she was flying right. I was loathe to turn her
over to Ralph for even a couple of days, and Ginny still hadn't passed her
probationary period. Even so, I decided to take a gamble on Ginny. I called her
and explained the situation and told her she'd be bunking with piggy at my
place. I gave her strict instructions about just what piggy could eat and warned
her that if my little girl tipped the scales by so much as an ounce over her
current weight, Ginny would pay the penalty. She knew what that meant, and swore
on a stack of People magazines that she would not fail me. This would be a good
test of Ginny's dedication to Team piggy and no matter how things worked out, I
was sure I could recover from even the worse scenario.
Two days later after spending half my time in airports and driving
around in strange areas waiting to be contacted by cell phone, I finally
finished my little job and returned to the apartment. I had taken a little
detour to a local store that featured one of those coin operated scales that
also told your fortune. It told me I weighed 174 pounds, the same as before I
left, and I was about to renew an old friendship which needed my attention in
order to preserve it. Nothing like a good clear glimpse into the future I
thought to myself.
The ladies were still at work by the time I got into my place. I had
deliberately lied to them about when I was going to return, telling them I'd be
back tomorrow. Nothing like giving them a little rope to hang themselves with.
Everything looked fairly normal until I poked my head into my bedroom. It looked
and smelled like one of those seedy rooms in a hot pillow motel; the kind the
whore that solicited you always had a key to. Not only were the sheets rumpled,
they smelled of pussy juice and semen. The pussy juice I could handle, but the
semen was another story. I could hardly wait to hear their story.
I decided to check the scale in the bathroom to see if someone had
tampered with it. I got another unpleasant surprise. Not only was there
underwear hanging from the shower rod above the tub, it wasn't the kind a girl
would wear to work or to lounge around the house in. I knew it was only
circumstantial evidence, usually not admissable in a court of law, but it told
me that my two little lady friends were doing some hooking in my absence, which
didn't make a whole hell of a lot of sense.
The waste basket contained further evidence of their infidelity. This
truly annoyed me. How stupid could they be? There were a number of condoms
sitting there among the tissue and other junk that normally is contained in a
waste basket. There was also the remains of at least a couple of disposable
douches there as well. I began to get very pissed off at that moment, so pissed
off that I decided not to be around when they sauntered in. I knew what I was
capable of doing when I got real angry and that would not be the smart way to go
at this time if I wanted to salvage anything from my master plan for piggy. I
decided to find my camera and get some shots of the evidence before I took off.
However before I left the bathroom I checked the scale and found out I weighed
170 pounds, but it steadfastly refused to tell me what was about to go down, as
if I didn't know.
The next day I returned to my place as if nothing had happened and was
greeted by a spic and span apartment. Try as I could, all the evidence of hanky
panky had been disposed of, down the trash chute I guessed. There were fresh
sheets on the bed and somehow the smell of sex had been eliminated. These two
evidently had plenty of experience in covering their tracks. I wondered how long
they had been turning tricks before I got into the picture. Well, someone or
ones was going to pay a big price for this little escapade. I could hardly wait
to show whoever came over tonight my little stack of pictures taken yesterday
when I was supposed to be out of town.
The two conspirators showed up right on time acting all innocent and
feigning happiness to see me. I went along with the ruse for a few minutes.
Piggy quickly stripped down and went with me into the bathroom to be weighed. It
was pathetic. She hopped on the scale and gave me this big smile, acting all
innocent as I read the scale which indicated that she'd lost three pounds in my
absence. Then I checked the scale and discovered I'd managed to lose another two
pounds since last night. That's when I cold cocked her.
Piggy let out a little squeal and bounced off the wall. Unfortunately
for her my foot was waiting and it caught her right between the legs. She tried
to scream, but nothing came out. I stepped in and finished her with a couple of
solid shots to that nice full belly. She fell to her knees holding her gut and
trying to get some air into her lungs. I hollered for Ginny to come running,
saying that piggy had taken a bad fall.
Ginny was no fool, she instantly figured out that the jig was up and
headed for the door. I let her go, she wasn't that important anymore. However
piggy had to be taught a hard lesson so there would never be a repeat of this
little fiasco. Even as I prepared to beat the hell out of her, I mentally
calculated what kind of a hit my schedule was going to take as a result of the
major beating she was going to get tonight. I laughed to myself when the thought
of gigorama, in lights no less, crossed my mind. Too bad I couldn't get Ralph
over here to shoot a tape of me wrecking this lying, fat, whore in living
color. She would be hurting for days when I got done beating up on her pudgy,
pasty body.
As I got ready to lay into my naughty little porn star wannabe,
something I'd seen once came to mind. It featured some drugged up hooker and her
pimp. How I got involved in this little scene is the subject for another time.
He made her take off her clothes because as he told her he didn't want to get
them splattered with blood. The dumb cunt was still out of it and his comment
went right over her empty head. Well once he started laying into her with one of
those round curtain rods she woke up in a big hurry, but by then it was too
late. He turned her ass into a piece of raw hamburger for openers, then he got
down to some serious hurting.
He wrapped a towel around a couple of oranges and used that to pound
her tits, kidneys, belly and even her cunt. She passed out a couple of times and
he just kept on hitting her anyway. It was a lot easier to whale away on a bimbo
who was out cold with her legs spread. I remember watching him get down on one
knee so he could ruin her money-maker from close range. He hit that twat so hard
it swelled up to the point that I doubt she'd be able to piss out of it for a
couple of days.
When he got done whacking her big tits they must have gone up two cup
sizes from the swelling. She made the damndest sounds when he grabbed those big
blasted bags of tit meat and squeezed them until I thought her eyes were going
to pop out of her head. My guess is she pissed blood for a week when he got done
working her sorry ass over. The funny part was except for her lacerated ass the
rest of her body just looked fat. You had to look close to find any marks from
those oranges. I realized I didn't have any oranges, but I'd get some for future
use in case my stupid little piggy got crazy again.
I went back into the bathroom and dragged piggy out by her hair. She was
blubbering and acting like she didn't know why I just cold cocked her like that.
I dragged her over to the coffee table and told her to lie down on it and open
her legs wide and put her arms over her head. When she saw that I had covered
the carpet area around the coffee table with heavy plastic sheeting, she knew
she was in big trouble and started to cry even louder. I whacked her across the
head a couple of times and in a low voice warned her that if she made any more
fuss I was going to skin her alive before I dumped her down the garbage chute. I
guess my face must have told her that I knew what she and Ginny had been up to
in my absence, and she was hard pressed to avoid more tears. I threatened to
knock her teeth out if she dared make a sound, an empty promise, but she didn't
know that.
A few minutes later I finished roping her wrists and ankles to the legs
of the coffee table, and then gagged her using a pair of her panties that had
been ripening in the hamper for at least a couple of days. It was my guess that
the stains in the crotch of those panties had something to do with what went on
while I was gone. Later I'd beat the truth out of her, if it had to be that way,
and find out what did happen while I was working to support this ungrateful pig.
After sticking a couple of pillows under piggy's broad ass to elevate
her cunt into the right poition for all the punishment that shaved, fat-lipped
gash was going to get, I retrieved the paddles from beneath the couch and added
my belt to the collection. Piggy's eyes were glued to them, and she was
nervously shifting her body in anticipation of all the hurt I was about to bring
down on her. There was one more thing to take care of, making sure that the
neighbors weren't disturbed by the sound of me thrashing piggy to within an inch
of her life. I looked in my CD stack and chose some Nine Inch Nails. Nothing
like a little Trent Reznor angst to cover the sound of my strap and paddles
making contact with piggy's naked flesh.
I went to the heavy artillery right off the bat. I let her see that she
was going to get a good dose of the thick paddle, the one I called the butt
buster or cunt crusher, depending on which side of the bimbo I was working over.
I hauled off and gave her the first one to that fat belly, probably still loaded
with all sorts of junk food. Even with Trent doing his thing in the background,
I could hear that satisfying sound of wood meeting flab as the paddle buried
itself into her soft gut. I watched her eyes for reaction and they did
everything but cross. The next one I landed to the same spot did make them cross
and then vomit and snot began coming out of her nostrils, a strange sight and
one which I had anticipated.
If anything the sight of her spewing whatever came up from her stomach
all over herself and having it drip off her flabby body and wind up on the
sheeting protecting my carpet gave me a feeling of satisfaction. I was beginning
to anticipate things when it came to piggy. I gave her one more shot to the
stomach and watched as her face changed colors. When it got to pale blue I
yanked the panties out of her mouth so she could catch a breath as she continued
to barf all over herself.
As soon as it appeared that she wasn't going to die from drowning in
her own bile, I stuffed the panties back into her mouth and teed her up one more
time, this time flattening first the left and then her right tit. She started
bawling and choking at the same time. Two more of the best to those pillowy tits
did the job of convincing her that she was in for a night of hell and no amount
of tears was going to change what was coming to her. I decided it was time to
introduce her to the pussy punisher once again.
The moment I picked up the other bad boy she shut her eyes tightly like
a kid wishing the boogeyman would go away. This was no boogeyman, this was
Freddie Kruger coming out to play with her cunt. The first swat caught
everything, the perfect hit. It whistled through the air and smashed every
square inch of her twat flat as a pancake. I stepped back to ready myself for
another hit, watching her pussy already beginning to swell as her cunt lips
turned crimson and puffed up like dough in a hot stove. Piggy was shaking her
head either trying to convince me that she had enough or because the pain was
frying her brain. I used two hands for the next shot and I thought she was going
to come right up off the coffee table. Her body started bouncing all over the
place, straining the ropes that kept her attached to the heavy piece of
furniture.
It soon became apparent that the fifteen minute rule was no joke. Piggy
did not look good at all, and there was so much more I had to do before I was
satisfied that she'd never be a bad little girl again. It was time to decorate
her with some welts while her tits and cunt continued to swell. I started out on
her swollen tits and soon they were two crimson bags of welted flesh. She was
still heaving up against her bonds, but with a lot less energy. I gave the
nipples some serious attention using the buckle end of my belt. After taking a
half dozen of the very best I had to offer, she passed out on me. That got me
angry.
The belt buckle ate up her cunt mouth like it was made out of putty. I
didn't bother to try to arouse her, it was much better this way. She was an easy
target, and when she finally woke up, she'd be in a world of hurt, which was
what I wanted her to experience. This was the last time I'd be able to do her up
like this. It would take her weeks to heal, but I had weeks available. I could
not afford another major setback, which led me to think about how I was going to
handle Ginny. That little tramp was probably behind what had happened in my
absence, piggy wasn't that devious. I either had to separate her from piggy or
intimidate her to the point that she was not a problem.
It suddenly dawned on me that while I'd been mulling things over in my
mind, the rest of my body, especially my arm, was doing some serious damage to
her twat. I backed off immediately and surveyed the bleeding mess that used to
be piggy's cunt mouth. Her gash had been gashed big time. I'd torn her up pretty
good, so good in fact that she'd probably need some kind of medical attention.
It just so happens that I know a guy who knows a guy who knows a medical student
who for a price will do things like take out a bullet or sew up some whore who
just had an accident like falling down a flight of stairs with her hands tied
behind her back. I'd have to contact this kid tomorrow after I was done beating
piggy to a pulp. No sense getting her fixed up before I totally finished fucking
her up.
I tried an old trick to wake piggy up that I learned from a guy who said
it worked unless the bimbo was already dead. Since her tits, what was left of
them, indicated that she was still breathing reguarly, I tried it out on her. I
pinched her nostrils closed and waited to see what would happen. It took about
thirty seconds for her to start struggling, but she was still out cold. I hung
on a while longer and her struggles intensified. Then her eyes flew open.
I was so surprised that I let go of her nose and she started
hyperventilating. I quickly pulled her panties out of her mouth and let her get
as much air into her lungs as she wanted. Then it dawned on her that her cunt
felt like someone had stripped off the skin and poured acid all over it. She let
out a shreik that hurt my eardrums. I clapped my hands over her mouth and
pressed down as hard as I could to shut her up. You talk about a Mexican
standoff, this was it. If I let go, she'd make enough noise to bring the cops
over, but to keep her quiet seemed to require both hands to be effective. In
this situation it was a stalemate.
Gradually I managed to get a couple of fingers free enough to put a
clamp on her nose. Then I hung on for dear life as that pudgy body thrashed
mindlessly against the ropes as she slowly lost consciousness from lack of air.
I had just come full circle. This time I taped the panties in place and waited
for her to regain her senses. I was kind of shaken over what had just happened
and vowed that she'd suffer for this little incident as well before I turned her
over to the student for some much needed repairs.
I switched back to the butt buster and slammed it into her thighs until
they began to bruise from the rupturing blood vessels just beneath her stretched
skin. Then I went back to her belly and made some snot bubble out from her
nostrils once more. I was getting tired from swinging that heavy piece of wood,
so she only took a couple to those swollen tits. By then she was nearly out of
it, hardly moving anymore, just absorbing all the punishment I could dish out. I
decided that there were other ways to hurt this little trickster, so I went into
the bathroom to rummage around for something to stick up her asshole.
I found some liniment guaranteed to reach the deepest aches in the body;
that sounded like just what the doctor ordered. I remember using it once on an
aching leg and how it made my eyes water. I put a couple of dollops of this
stuff as far up her bunghole as I could get my middle finger. It didn't take
long before she started to bounce her big butt off the coffee table as that
liniment began to eat into the tender walls of her shitter. From the way she was
mumbling and pounding her ass on the table that stuff was really doing a job on
her. Finally she calmed down, so I gave her asshole another lubing and she did
her little cooch dance once again.
All that movement opened up a lot of those gashes around the mouth of
her cunt, so I was forced to play doctor on her. I went back to the bathroom and
this time I came out loaded for bear. I had some rubbing alcohol, a bottle of
iodine, some hydrogen peroxide and last but certainly not least, a couple of
styptic pencils, the old fashioned kind you used to stop the bleeding from
shaving accidents.
You talk about playing doctor; here I was with all sorts of pussy, tits
and ass at my disposal, and instead of fucking it I was going to clean up the
cuts and stuff that she got by being a moron and trying to put one over on me.
To say that my bedside manner left something to be desired would be an
understatement. I was going to try my best to make this entire process as
painful as possible, since she certainly deserved it.
First I splashed on the peroxide and watched it froth and foam as it ate
up some of the scabby material. Piggy's eyes were blinking back the tears as
this stuff had quite a wallop to it. The rubbing alcohol got an even better
response. She started doing that cooch dance again and the tears were rolling
down her plump cheeks in a steady stream. She was definitely hurting, but from
my point, I had killed off any bad guys that might cause infection.
The iodine went on her next and she danced some more, but not as long. I
probably didn't need to use it on top of the other two, but to me it was just
good government, and besides it was another opportunity to fuck with her a
little bit more. Now I started in with the styptic pencils. They were made
mostly of alum, a kind of salt that stung for a brief instant when you put it on
a cut, but then did a pretty good job of stopping the bleeding provided you
didn't fool too much with it. I took nearly half an hour dabbing the stuff all
over her cunt lips, pussy mound and even inside her cunt in a few spots where
the belt buckle had managed to sneak in. I slapped her on the belly, causing her
to wince since the paddle had done a pretty good job of bruising her there.
It was getting late and I didn't want to spend much more time fooling
around with piggy. I had all day tomorrow to finish up punishing her for being
stupid. What I wanted to know before I started up on her again, was all the gory
details of what went on while I was away making some serious money for the
cause. So I yanked the panties from her mouth, warned her about making any noise
and asked her to tell me the story of what she and Ginny did while I was away.
Just to let her know how much I knew already, I showed her the pictures
I'd taken of the evidence, and told her I knew about the fixed scale as well. It
was fun to watch it dawn on her that she was screwed royally and completely at
my mercy. "I'll tell, please don't hurt me any more tonight, I hurt real bad." I
grinned when she offered to tell me her story. This was going to be very
interesting.
(To be continued)
