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Picking and Choosing

Chapter 13

                               Picking and Choosing



                                     Chapter 13



       As soon as the door shut, I realized I'd forgotten to take her clothing and underwear with me. Then I shrugged, figuring all I planned on using while I worked her over was her panties. So I improvised by resurrecting a pair of my briefs from the hamper where they had been ripening for a couple of days. She was so terrified at the moment that having my filthy underwear in her mouth wouldn't have much meaning for her. I knew what was going through her tiny, sometimes devious mind. She was already working on some kind of a scheme to stop me from beating the stuffing out of her. I figured why not let her try? It wouldn't change anything. At best it would only delay the inevitable, the mother of all beatings that I was going to dish out to this flabby, cock teasing tramp.


       I decided to have some fun with her. I held up my dirty underwear and innocently asked if she had anything she wanted to say before I gagged her with them and started beating the piss out of her for being a lying, sneaky, cunt of a whore. Piggy immediately began to whine and blame everything that had happened in the last few days on her roomie, Ginny. I let her go on for a few minutes before I cuffed her a good one across her face, leaving a nice imprint of my half closed fist on her cheek. I figured it wouldn't leave much of a mark by tomorrow, unless she continued to piss me off. I ordered her to turn around and put her hands behind her back so I could tie them. I made her stand and wait until I rummaged around in the kitchen and came up with a length of clothesline that I kept for just such a situation.


       Piggy whined and winced as I tied her wrist tightly together and then added another couple of loops around her elbows. I pulled the ropes as tight as I could, adding a little more discomfort to what was about to occur to her. She dutifully opened her mouth and allowed me to jam my ripe briefs into that cavern until it was stuffed to its limit. I used some adhesive tape to keep the make shift gag in place. Now I had to decide where and in what position to place piggy before I commenced pounding her big ass into mush. I made her climb onto the seat of my overstuffed chair and lean over the top so her tits hung over the back, acting as another target once I got bored smashing that saggy bottom flat with my fraternity paddle. I was holding the pussy paddle in reserve for later when a change of pace made sense.


       The stance that I chose, standing to the side and using both hands to wield the paddle, proved to be most effective. Each blow landed with a loud crack, immediately followed by a stiffled grunt, showing that the gag was working well. After a half dozen brutal blows that had me panting for breath, I took a break and checked out how piggy was coping. The tears were rolling down her flushed cheeks and the other set of cheeks was turning a very bright shade of crimson. On closer inspection I noticed that the perimeter of the paddle was also causing blood vessels to burst. By morning she would be carrying some nasty bruises and worse at the rate I was going.


       Piggy's cunt was beginning to ooze based on the finger test. I wiped my fingers off on the burning skin of her butt and planned the next round. Perhaps moving to the other side might even out the damage to her swollen ass cheeks. Six more cracks echoed through the room, along with more grunts and muffled sobs. Her ass was beginning to turn  a purple-red color on the areas that took direct hits from the wooden paddle, while the rest was still crimson. There were also a few blood blisters that had formed; some had even burst, leaving behind little droplets. I rubbed my hand over her bruised and swollen flesh and felt the various marks left by the paddle. I figured she was good for perhaps another round, two tops.


       She didn't know it yet, but in two days we were starting the drive to our new base of operations located just south of San Diego, some twenty-six hundred miles from here. I figured it might take us four, maybe five days, depending on who drove. It was still up in the air whether Ginny would be coming with us. The thought of piggy having to sit on an ass that felt as if it was on fire for maybe twelve to fourteen hours a day made me chuckle to myself. Naturally she'd be expected to provide some entertainment at our stop-overs. I could hardly wait to nail that blistered ass and see how she responded. That thought got me going and so I declared a break in her gigging so I could see how fucking that ass of hers felt when it was fresh from a good paddling. Another finger test indicated that she was going to be a fun fuck for sure, based on the pussy juice coating my two fingers.


       It was then that the nasty side of my personality took hold. An ugly plan began forming in my head that would not only give me plenty of pleasure, but it would also take piggy down another peg or so as well as make her ass fucking a lot more painful than her tiny mind could have ever imagined. I walked around the chair so she could see me. First I cupped her big soft tits and then began squeezing them harder and harder, watching her face begin to react to first the discomfort and finally the pain of having them mauled. I I looked her square in the eye and asked if she'd rather I fucked her in the ass. She didn't waste any time nodding her acceptance of my generous offer. I grinned and gave those saggy bags a few hard smashes, just to remind her that she had very little to say about what I wanted to do to her.


       Always the nice guy, I suggested that piggy might be more comfortable if I rearranged her position, using the coffee table which she had pissed all over in a previous session. Piggy took me up on my generous offer, docilely allowing me to place her so the long end of the table supported her upper torso as she knelt on the carpet. I used a few loops of rope to tightly bind her down to the table, and another couple of pieces to tie her knees to the table legs, holding her in an ideal position so that I could ass fuck her with maximum force as I worked on her from above.


       "Since I have no idea who you've been fucking these days and whether or not they used a rubber, I'm not taking any chances of getting a little gift from one of your other boyfriends, or are they customers?" I watched her face cloud up and her eyes blink fast, which was a sure sign that she was totally confused about things, just the way I wanted her to be. I deliberately took my time heading for the bathroom to get a rubber, warning her that if she so much as moved a muscle she'd get more of the paddle before and then after her ass fucking. I had to cover my delight at the way she reacted to my words; they had gotten to what was left of her self esteem and were eating away at it according to the look on her face and that weird way her eyes were moving.


       Once in the bathroom I searched around in the medicine cabinet for the sports cream I used when I  pulled a muscle doing something stupid. This stuff looked innocuous, but it could take the skin off an alligator if used incorrectly. I very carefully squeezed a line of this whitish cream along the length of my condom covered cock, stopping a inch or so short of my groin. I quickly spread it out with my fingertips and quickly removed the residue with some toilet paper, feeling the first wave of heat already developing from this nasty ointment. I knew that piggy would think I'd injected her asshole with acid once this stuff went to work on her insides. Maybe there wouldn't be enough time available to ass fuck her to my satisfaction if the stuff got too hot for her to handle. I'd worry about that if and when it happened. Maybe I'd use her cunt instead if she got too hard to handle, that might be a nice change of pace and just add to her all over pain. Damn, I sure can be creative when I put my mind to it.


       I brought out the tube of "Super Heat", and placed it on the floor where I could get at it if she needed a little extra to get her moving like I hoped she would. I gave her well marked ass a couple of good swats with my open hand to let her know that she was about to get cornholed. I could see her flabby body getting tense as she awaited the entry of my cock into her shitter. I held those crimson cheeks wide apart and positioned the head of my sheathed cock against her sphincter and put some weight behind it. I popped through that ring of tough muscle and pushed a couple of inches into her rectum.


       At first she made just the normal response to having her asshole plundered. We'd done this enough times that she was beginning to get used to having my dick plumbing her depths. Then her head came up and back as the first wave of heat began to penetrate the membrane protecting her colon. I shifted into another gear and drove another couple of inches into her as she began to buck against the ropes holding her to the coffee table. I arched my back so I could start pounding away on her kidney area to give her something else to worry about. Now I could hear all sorts of muffled noises coming from her gagged mouth as the heat intensified, and she got the full effect of the hot sauce that was now blistering the walls of her lower intestines.


       Piggy nearly ruptured herself trying to get up from the table, but the ropes held her firmly. I rode her bucking, twisting body as she went crazy from the fire that she could have sworn was melting her insides away. I had to suppress the desire to whoop and holler as if I was riding some wild mustang, breaking the animal to my will. I managed to work another two or three inches of hard dick into that shitter, spreading the flames deeper. Piggy was on the verge of passing out from the pain, but I was just developing a good rhythm that kept the pressure on. My cock drilled for oil in that blistered back channel as she struggled to escape the fires of hell that were burning deep inside her spasming colon.


       I don't know how long I drilled out that flaming shitter, but finally her efforts to escape the pain ran out of steam, or perhaps the ointment had lost its kick. I didn't care much by then, since her asshole had a death-grip on my cock, wrapped tightly around my joint as I pounded away inside that tight fuck tube before finally filling the reservoir of the condom to its limit. I leaned over and let her broad body support me as I got my second wind. I glanced down at the carpet and saw the tube of ointment sitting there. I was tempted to load her shiitter up with some fresh fire and let her do some tricks as it burned away more of her insides. Then I thought better of it and opted for giving her another dose of the paddle before calling it a night. I gave her sore ass four of my best shots and watched the blood blisters rise and burst as her ass developed a new color pattern that was more purple-black than anything else. She'd be in a world of hurt by morning. I wanted that so she would understand what I had to tell her concerning her future as a porn star.


       As I've mentioned before, I'm a nice guy unless you piss me off. At this moment the nice guy made an appearance and removed piggy's gag so she could relax her jaw muscles for a few minutes. Not wanting a repetition of the last time I left her tied to the coffee table, I asked her if she had to pee and she did, in a big way. I found a pot in the kitchen and held it while she pissed up a storm, nearly filling it. Then I gave her one last taste of what a prick I could be by telling her to drink the piss she'd just dumped into the pot. It was either that or be gagged and take more of the paddle. Piggy was no genius, but she knew the answer to this one. She blubbered a little, but soon got busy, and in a few minutes of steady work she managed to slurp up all but a small amount. That I made her lick up until the pot was spotless. I warned her that if she made any noise during the night I'd beat her senseless after I regagged her with a pair of piss soaked underwear that I'd leave in the toilet bowl just in case. That said, I went to bed and a dreamless sleep.




                                 ( To be continued )


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