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The Trials and Tribulations of Tim - Chapter 12
Now that the main players had assembled and were in the process of being cut from the herd, so to speak, it was time to take stock and figure out just how many rings this little circus had. In the Taylor's upstairs bathroom were Jill Taylor, the Meister women, and now Professors Graves and Wharton plus their dates, Marcy and Alicia. Getting that many females wedged into one bathroom, even the large one personally designed by the Toolman, was quite a feat. Poor Commander was left waiting downstairs for his cue to enter and do his doggie thing with Jill.
Off to the side, in one of the smaller bedrooms or rings was Tim's brother, Jack or was it Bob, and Brad, or was it Brenda? Currently nodding off in Wilson's famous parlor were the six members from the Human Physiology Department, and waiting in the sweat lodge was Penny Pence, hoping for a return engagement with her new love, Wilson, or was it Winabojo, the trickster.
Scattered hither and yon between the two residences was a horde of soccer players, Yuko and Miko, the grandmother-daughter combination that kept Wilson sexually satiated, as well as anyone else that happened to get within a few feet of them, Al, Candi Dandi, and assorted survivors from the first shindig that featured Jill Taylor, Nana and a cast of dozens, all dedicated to making her wish she had never met Tim.
Keeping track of the various goings on was something that a Wilson could do, but certainly it was beyond Tim's limited abilities. So before things get completely out of hand it would be best to concentrate on what was occurring in Wilson's parlor and then see how Tim's brother and his new friend were coping. Later on things would get even more complicated when Mark, Randi, Wonder and the dog plus other assorted spear carriers, some symbolic others real, would make their appearance. If you're the kind of reader that enjoys lots of characters, have I got one for you here!
Basically the target for the evening was the ladies from the Human Physiology Department. They had all partaken of Wilson's special tea and settled down for naps of various durations. Each fell into a dream state that was more nightmare than reverie. None would discuss what they experienced with their peers, but were very susceptible to the wiles of Wilson or his alter ego, the trickster Winabojo.
Professor Meadowes, or Muffin as she was known back in her days at Gerald Ford High found herself on her first date with Bob Brady, the quarterback of the school football team. A movie and a soda afterwards was the usual initial outing even with someone as important as her date. They had barely settled down in their seats at the theater when he excused himself and returned shortly to inform her that he wasn't feeling well and he'd have to drive her home immediately. Although terribly disappointed she was a good scout and went with him to the parking lot to get his car.
No sooner were they inside the car then a ski-masked figure held a knife to her throat and ordered Bob to follow his instructions or his date would have her throat slit here and now. Poor Muffin almost wet her panties, but realized there was little she or her date could do at this time. They drove out of the city limits and then took a dirt road for perhaps fifteen minutes before arriving at a ramshackle house bordering a corn field.
Bob and Muffin were marched to the door of the house which opened to receive them. They were taken to a large room located in the back of the place that was illuminated by a number of lanterns and revealed a large battered mattress in the center. Standing around the mattress were a number of figures also wearing ski masks. A muffled voice ordered both of them to strip to the skin. Bob put up a struggle but was quickly overpowered and kicked to the floor.
The one with the knife threatened to cut Bob unless she stripped and didn't make a fuss. By then she was almost hysterical, but did as she was told. Soon Muffin stood there naked, legs closed and her hands trying to cover both her breasts, rather small but still growing, and her vaginal area. There were grunts and a few mutterings that she coudn't make out. She looked down to discover that her date was as naked as she and sporting an impressive penis that hadn't gotten hard yet.
What happened next was indescribable. Bob was dragged over to a chair by the mattress and tied to it. Meanwhile the others in the room disrobed to reveal their long thick sex organs. To incentivize her to do as they wished, the knife was held to Bob's throat. Muffin thought it strange that her date's penis was now erect. She also couldn't help noticing that it too was rather large.
She had little time to speculate further as the gang pushed her onto the mattress and began to have their way with her. In less time than it takes to tell, she lost her virginity,or was it virginities, since those nasty animals not only used her vagina, others lined up for her to suck them to guarantee they'd be hard enough when it came their turn. Even worse, a few of the more dominant, aggressive types decided to use her puckered pooper to vent their lusts.
Being a virgin, she bled, but the level of pain was tolerable and after a time her body seemed to accommodate itself to the various male members that sawed away on her vagina and throat, with an occasional pervert stretching her fundamental, a place she never realized could be used in this manner. When they began taking pictures of all the ugly things they made her do, she was horrified. What if they showed these to her friends, teachers, or worse still, her parents?
Soon the hard meat entering her body was doing it for the second and even third time. The worst of them didn't have the biggest members; instead those who pushed in and out of her holes fast and keep doing her at that pace for what seemed like hours were the ones she dreaded. They also were the ones who loved to hear Muffin scream and beg for relief. Now the relentless onslaught was taking its toll and the pain was increasing with each and every rape that took place. All the time while she was raped over and over Bob stared fixedly at what was going on, his penis hard and sometimes even twitching.
It was inevitable, someone from the mob of rapists suggested that she satisfy her date for being such a gentleman and letting them go first. Her laughing assailants dragged her over to where her date struggled against his bonds. She became aware of the absolute disgusting mess that was covering many portions of her naked body. It seemed that there almost was as much dried sperm or semen or whatever on her skin as was percolating inside her vagina and colon. Even worse was the conditionof her mouth. It would never be the same, ever again. The memory of all that nasty white stuff, and the way it tasted when they repeatedly flooded her mouth with the salty goo would remain with her forever.
Muffin was pushed to her knees in front of the chair to which her date was tied. A big hand forced her jaws apart and one of the rapists took Bob's penis and played with it for a brief time to make sure it was rock hard. She was appalled by this action, but offered no resistance when his penis was guided into her spermy, sewer of a mouth. She was ordered to suck him off or they would lop off the top of his "dick". She did as they told her and Bob Brady exploded inside her mouth, much of his salty offering going down her throat, choking her as the audience laughed at her discomfort. The flashes from the cameras while she completed this perverted act blinded her.
Someone announced the time and Muffin was allowed to dress and Bob was freed from the chair and also given back his clothing. He was forced to drive back into the city with Muffin held hostage in the back seat by the knife wielding rapist, who insisted she give him another "blowjob" for his troubles. She was too far gone not to object, taking his hard "dick" into her mouth and sucking it until he shot a wad of the stuff down her throat, forcing her to cough, but not choke. She was already beginning to learn how to make her "dates" happy, something that would stand her in good stead as she grew up.
Muffin's nightmare was not yet over. Somehow she got home and made it into bed without alarming her parents who trusted their daughter implicitly. She was astonished to discover that she had managed to get back before their curfew, another lucky break, or so she thought. Two days later the pictures came, addressed to her parents.
That night Muffin was marched up to their bedroom, made to undress, and given a good beating with her father's strap as she bent over the bed, supporting her body by her trembling arms. To keep her mind focused on the task at hand, while her father was turning her tush into mush she was being taught the proper way to eat out her mother's dripping vagina. This would be the first of many sessions that regularly took place over the time she spent in high school. That is not to say that her father didn't join in educating Muffin on the proper way to pleasure a man as well.
Professor Meadowes awoke abrupty in a cold sweat, the nightmare still fresh in her mind, or was it a dream? It was so real, especially the part about her parents brutalizing her over the years. How could this be? Then she remembered those guilty pleasures, lying in bed masturbating and fantasizing that her father was stretching her tight little pussy with his huge cock while her mother gently stroked her brow and now and then nibbled on her breasts, which in her fantasy were big and firm with stiff nipples. No one knew about those dreams except her! She never told a soul, no matter what the temptation. As for Bob Brady, he turned out to be gay, if you could imagine that!
She looked around the parlor and noticed that except for Jennifer Hitton, the others were still asleep, each moving restlessly and one or two even mumbling beneath their breath. Suddenly she was galvanized into action, Muffin needed to find that fellow, Wilson, and quickly or he'd sell those pictures taken of her that terrible evening. She stumbled to her feet and rushed from the room , heading across the way to the Taylor house.
After a fruitless search she returned,even more excited and upset to be confronted by Miko, one of the Japanese prostitutes that served Wilson and kept him happy in his own quirky way. To her amazement, the young woman or perhaps girl motioned her to follow, as if she could read the professor's mind. Behind the Wilson house or was it a compound, stood the sweat lodge, even more imposing in the darkness, illuminated only by the half moon peeking through some clouds.
She followed Miko into this large crude building and immediately was overwhelmed by the scents, the vapors rising from the heated rocks surrounding a small pool, and the strange incantations that this tall, masked figure clad in some kind of tribal costume was chanting. There was more as she quickly discovered when her eyes grew accustom to the dimness inside the sweat lodge. Sitting on her knees in front of the chanting figure was a naked woman in her early thirties with fantastic breasts staring down at the earth for no apparent reason.
Professor Meadowes was not expecting the speed with which this masked creature moved. In a blink of an eye, he was towering over her and in a booming voice inquired as to what she sought. For a time the professor thought she was once more a child and had blundered into a place that she had been forbidden to go. She managed however to stammer that she was looking for Wilson Wilson, and did he know where he was?
The figure answered that he and Wilson were one, flooring the woman. Then leaning even closer to the frightened pedagogue, the creature said, "You seek the photographs. They are here under Wilson's control. For a small tribute you can guarantee that they will remain hidden as long as you are faithful to his wishes. For the moment remove those silly vestments and come join us by the pool of forgetfulness."
( To be continued - lex ludite )
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