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Chapter 13 – Cheerleader Cheryl Puts Out
Two months later, Cheryl was two months pregnant. The once proud co-ed vomitedfrom the deepest pit of her cramped up stomach. The pretty cheerleader wascertain that it was the wart-faced rapist's child. Her tiny perfect toes curledas she knelt over the basin and spewed long and hard into it. A slave in highheels and stockings wiped the puke dribble from Cheryl's chin and then carriedaway the basin of vomit to be used as a delightful sauce to help flavour Brandi'sbreakfast of toasted bird turd.
Wartface was waiting for her. The ugliest of the rapists fucked Cheryl atevery opportunity. He was totally disgusting, lacking any concept of bodilyhygiene. His blubbery body was filthy. He stank. His breath reeked. Worst ofall, he claimed to have religious objections to abortions. She had tried topersuade him but there was no obscene act she could offer him. At first, hehad been encouraging and listened to her in total enchantment as lovely Cherylstupidly offered a veritable cornucopia of utter depravity in return for anabortion and access to contraceptives. After that, he simply forced her toperform those depravities that had sounded either interesting to him or totallyrevolting for her. Cheryl's lovely face twitched at the memory. That particularattempt at negotiation had added a lot to her heavy load of disgust and self-loathing.
At the moment Wartface was probing his nostril with a stubby finger, diggingdeep. He gave her a gap-toothed grin with his large yellow teeth as he pulledout a big, green, crusted nose goblin.
"I haff luffly present for you, fuckmeat."
This delight had been one of her particularly nauseating suggestions aspart of the afore-mentioned disastrous negotiation. Kicking herself mentallyfor even thinking of it, much less suggesting it, Cherylfelt even sicker than before as he reached between her legs, hooked two filthyfingers into her cunt and pulled her up close. She flinched involuntarily ashe breathed his foul stench into her pretty face.
"Open wide."
There was no choice. Cheryl opened.
He stuffed his snot-laden finger between her parted lips.
"Suck."
Cheryl sucked the booger from his vile tasting fingertip.
"Lick it clean."
Cheryl's pretty pink tongue flickered daintily over his finger, first wettingit with her saliva and then licking away the grime. She worked delicately withher small white teeth to scrape the last morsels of snot from underneath hisfilthy fingernails.
"Swallow."
Cheryl's Adam's apple bobbed. Wartface was pleased. He had worked hard totrain his reluctant student in this enchanting morning ritual.
"Good girl."
He squeezed her bare buns and wormed the fat finger that she had just lickedclean into her anus. Her life was shit. Cheryl wanted to die. More than anythingshe wanted to blubber like a baby, but the electric prod awaited whiners. Instead,she smiled brilliantly at Wartface, who had never even bothered to introducehimself. She did her very best to look totally enthralled as his thick dickraised itself for action.
Cheryl knew that Wartface had issues with ravishing beauties like herselfwho, in the past, had treated him with utter disdain. His position on the Houndsof Allah Rape Squad now allowed him ample opportunities for payback. At thefirst hint of anything less than total enchantment, he reacted with extremefirmness to encourage a screaming beauty to adopt a whole new attitude. Hehad strong hands with sharp dirty fingernails and went straight for the genitalsevery time. Having shrieked her way through these profoundly educational exercises,Cheryl was now using her very best cheerleader acting skills, honed on variousfootball captains in the past, focussing hard on making sure that he was ahappy rapist.
"Wow! You sure like fucking me a lot."
She shook her head in wonderment and stared at his thickly veined, cum-encrustedmember admiringly. She batted her eyes coyly and gushed enthusiastically.
"You're so big! I've never known any guy that could get it up as many timesin a day as you can!"
Wartface nodded absently, unimpressed. All the whores said stuff like that.Women were lying scum in his experience. They were only nice to him if theywanted something. In lovely Cheryl's case it was obvious. What she wanted wasto avoid being pounded shitless or deep-fried with the electric prod rammedup her cunt. Although he insisted on total respect from the fuckmeat, he knewthat their extravagant admiration meant squat.
He crudely jammed his thick, dripping member into her hot, tight fuckhole.She clamped tightly around him and gamely began giving it the good ole collegetry. He sat still while she did all the work, squatting in his lap, doing sixinch deep knee bends until her thighs were screaming, licking and kissing him,running her hands over his fat warty body, scrubbing her nipples against hishairy chest, breathily whispering admiring endearments into his tongue moistenedear hole.
When it suited him, Wartface could exercise impressive self-control. Hesweated the blonde cheerleader hard as she bobbed her superb nude body up anddown, impaled prettily on his pole. Her fine, sweat-soaked hair was soon plasteredto her head in golden ringlets. She was red-faced and gasping and her deodoranthad long ago failed her when he, at last, deigned to come inside her. She looked,felt and smelt like a hard humping whore as she sat all the way down, buryinghis dick inside her right to the base of his penis. She hugged him tightlyas he throbbed inside her, unloading copiously.
He liked her to stay impaled for a while so that no sperm leaked out afterhe had finished porking her. She was already pregnant so it hardly matteredfrom an impregantion point of view. Nevertheless, it was best to encouragegood habits in a breeder and psychologically it prolonged her humiliation,allowing her a long moment to reflect on past degradations and to anticipatethe brutally public, exquisitely intimate shamings to come.
If Wartface had his way, breeder Cheryl was going to be squeezing out lotsof baby Wartfaces in front of the cameras, screaming hard as she did so.
Sadly for poor knocked-up Cheryl, his religion didn't approve of abortions or painkillersfor pregnant women. Pitiless rapes of the infidel were a sacred duty.
Chapter 14 – Brandi in Deep Shit
There's just no pleasing women.
On one hand, Cheryl was deeply depressed to find herself pregnant with herlover's child and desperately craved an abortion.
On the other hand, Brandi had spontaneously aborted twice and not been happywith the experience. She was certain that her messy shameful abortions hada lot to do with Achmed the Shitfucker's habit of usingshit as a vaginal lubricant. They had both occurred while everyone watchedin complete, loudly expressed revulsion. The camera crews had filmed the eventsfor the sheik so that he could enjoy watching her sink to an even more dehumanizinglevel on the downward path to total degradation.
Thin and wiry, Achmed was a tireless fanatic when it came to shit-fucking.To make sure that Brandi was fully involved and not a numb, passive rape victimdeep in shock, he was giving her a shit enema with her full, albeit reluctantlygiven, co-operation. This active co-operation was a measure of the depths ofher desperation.
The thick tube shoved deeply into her asshole trembled as the piss/shitmixture was pumped into her bowels.
A loathsome series of vile, feverish infections had turned Brandi into afrantic, near-suicidal beauty. The eye infections after Achmed had swabbedher eyeballs with shit-soaked Q-tips had her convinced that she was going blind.The urethral infections after he had used the same Q-tips on her piss holehad made every act of urination feel like she was pissing slivers of brokenglass. The horrifying vaginal infections and bloody spontaneous abortions hadbeen deeply traumatizing experiences. They filled her with intense self-loathing,revolting her to the very core of her being.
She had to beat her own record, squirting a stream of fecal matter fartherthan ever before, or spend the day buried up to her neck in an electrifiedshitpit. She earned a week's reprieve from being shit-fucked with each successfuleffort. She bitterly regretted trying so hard on the first effort. It had seta hard-to-beat milestone of shit-squirting excellence. This was the third weekand Brandi was one panic-stricken pussy.
Of course, all this effort didn't mean that she wouldn't spend the weekplaying sucky-fuck with Achmed. She got the joy, privilege and opportunityof providing a full range of shit-free sexual services for him while they spentromantic moments watching and listening to videos of her being thoroughly turd-slimed,aborting bloodily for the cameras, etc. Achmed found these deeply inspirational.Being forced to endlessly revisit past traumas kept Brandi quaking nicely andpowerfully motivated towards achieving shit-squirting excellence. The factthat Achmed always reeked of excrement kept Brandi's stomach churning whileshe gobbled his dick and licked his balls.
Completely focussed on the job at hand, her breath came in small rapid pants.Small drops of blood sprayed from her lips as she bit them hard. Brandi's prettyface twisted in a series of anguished grimaces as she struggled to accept asmuch of the urine-enriched fecal matter as she possibly could. When her bulging,painfully straining intestines were packed full of the warm, steaming mixtureand she could stand no more, she nodded and the tube was gingerly withdrawn.
The overhead cameras focused carefully as Brandi put her lovely legs closetogether to achieve maximum height. She bent over and went up on tiptoe. Usingher hands on the floor to steady herself, she raised her tightly clenched,deeply dimpled asscheeks as high as possible.
Dressed in red thigh-high spike-heeled whore boots, her long black hairhung down and touched the floor as she carefully adjusted the angle of hersweating, shuddering torso to achieve a maximum trajectory. Brandi's danglingtits shook violently as the red-faced beauty simultaneously relaxed her tightlyclenched buttocks and squeezed hard for the cameras. She flushed crimson rightdown to her pubic hair as she strained mightily.
There was definitely fire in the hole as shit exploded out of her stretched,aching rectum. Brandi let out a long ululating scream of pure anguish as shebore down hard and a strong stream of rectal excreta arched across the room.
When she was done, Brandi dropped to her hands and knees, sobbing with shameand pain. It had been a brutal effort and she knew that she could never doit again.
She wondered when she was going to get the infection that antibiotics couldn'tcure.
A deeply stressed Brandi was certain that it was only a matter of time.Once she got it, from that moment onwards she would slowly and disgustinglyrot from the crotch outwards.
Chapter 15 - No Pain No Gain
Although she still looked good, Melody moved like an old woman. The cripplingseries of electro-convulsive shock therapies relentlessly administered by thefanatical Dr. Li meant that running away was no longer an option for the youngco-ed.
It was feeding time. Since she could no longer walk easily, lovely Melodygot to crawl naked on her belly for food. Just as she got close, Dr. Li playfullymoved the steaming bowl of delicious beef stew just out of reach. The gruellingelectro-convulsive workouts were exhausting and made Melody utterly ravenous.Unhinged mentally, wild-eyed with hunger, her beautiful blue eyes focused dementedlyon the steaming aromatic bowl containing one of her favourite foods. This wasa delight that she had oh-so-helpfully listed as a particular favourite onDr. Heinrich's questionnaire so long ago in a university world far, far away.Hands bound behind her back, she pursued the bowl, slithering forward on herbelly like a snake.
Her pathetic eagerness for nourishment kept her trying hard as she draggedher bare tits over the smooth tiled floor towards the ever-retreating bowl.Never giving up, her sweating face gleamed with the insanity of total obsessionas she pursued the doggy bowl of steaming delicious stew. The sight of theperfectly prepared stew delighted her eyes. The aroma tantalised her nostrils.Her mouth watered. She licked her lips eagerly.
At last, tiring of his torment, he allowed her to bury her face in the bowland gulp it down like the starving animal that she had become. Her tongue lappedat the metal bowl as she licked it shiny. After she had bolted it all downlike a dog, the metal bowl rattled noisily on the floor as her tongue dementedlyflicked over all parts of the empty bowl, seeking food that simply was no longerthere.
After this, it was time for some stomach-cramping, right-after-dinner exercise.Dr. Li liked telling Melody that she only really came to life when she waswired up and bucking wildly as jolt after jolt of electricity was applied toher lithe young body. It was not news that she wanted to hear.
Melody moaned in fear as the familiar ritual that was slowly grinding herto ratshit and ripping her apart internally was enacted one more time.
Weak as a puppy now and helpless to resist, she was tied spread-eagled face-upon the bed. She whimpered as Dr. Li pinned the electrodes to the back of herknees and her buttocks. She sobbed as he greased the electrodes on the insideof the belt for a good conductive skin contact. He buckled the wide electro-shockbelt to her stomach. He squeezed hard, burying his strong fingers in her titmeat.He twisted her bare breasts painfully, then pinched her nipples cruelly, ashe spoke a few encouraging words.
"The belt is just like those useless stomach exercise belts you see on Americantelevision, except the voltage is cranked up a bit."
She groaned as he climbed on top of her and rammed his ever-ready priapicprick into her tight swollen fuck hole. Her cunt tightened convulsively aroundhis permanently erect member as he flipped on the juice. Her spasming, crampingbelly and thigh muscles were controlled by a series of carefully timed andbeautifully orchestrated jolts. Helplessly, lovely Melody began pumping herhips lewdly, her cunt clamped tight around Dr. Li's invasive member. She flushedred, nipples erect, her body hot underneath him as the electricity slow-cookedher meat.
Her over-achieving tool tunnel was scratched and bruised its entire length.Her cunt burned painfully between her legs. Each savagely invasive penetrationwas a lightning scrape of agony opening her vaginal passage wide and delvingdeep, reaming away the numerous small scabs and widening her cuts. She hadnever experienced a fuck-freak with Dr. Li's relentless, demonic stamina. Hermind firmly focussed on what was happening between her legs, Melody gruntedrhythmically with each cruel obscene thrust as she began the long hard grindof another sexual marathon with the indefatigable Dr. Li.
Chapter 16 – Another Heart-Warming Video for the Family
Mistress Gretchen supervised as the American bitches, stark naked asidefrom their high heels, were prepped for the cameras.
Waist high and embedded in the wall side by side in a row, the three thickgreased metal rods projected up at a sixty-degree angle.
Two handlers lifted Melody up. Her black high heels left the floor.
Strong hands cupped her creamy smooth buttocks and prised them apart. Melodygasped as the rounded end of the thick rod began pressing insistently againsther crinkled brown anus. Her handlers pushed downwards. Melody let out a seriesof small sharp cries as the thick probing rod stretched her rectum agonisinglywide and slowly wormed its way deep into her bowels. The rough surface of therod rasped her rectum painfully as it slid deeper and deeper.
Her black high heels touched the floor again, their height carefully calculatedto lift her bum up to the exactly correct level. Melody was hooked deeply ontothe rod, impaled anally like a worm on a fishhook.
Mistress Gretchen cupped a blob of cold cream in her hand. Her hand dippedbetween Melody's thighs and smoothly massaged the greasy cream into her cuntlipswith knowing fingers, penetrating her lewdly and tantalisingly, fingering herclit erect and taking Melody to the very brink of orgasm. Poor panting Melodygroaned pre-orgasmically. Her clit throbbed, aching with lust and desire, stiffand swollen.
She screeched shrilly in sudden pain and frustration as Mistress Gretchensnapped the alligator clip onto it, the sharp teeth biting into her exquisitelytender flesh like a piranha. Melody sang even higher as Mistress Gretchen gavethe alligator clip a hard pinch to make sure that it was seated properly andthat the long sharp teeth were imbedded in her swollen love nubbin as deeplyas possible.
Melody stood, red-faced and breathing hard, while a gasping Brandi and Cherylwere trotted out one by one and hooked anally onto their rods on either sideof her. The cold cream trick teased their clits out of hiding, stiff and proud.They too screamed in sudden pain and frustration as the teeth of the alligatorclip bit into the sensitive flesh of their hot stiff erections.
The trio shrieked even higher and harder in spine-chilling three-part harmonyas the powerful, agonisingly pulsed electric current surged up through therectal rods, burned through their cunts and sizzled out through their clits.Their bare buns convulsed, their nude buttocks cramping and clamping hard aroundthe rough reaming rods.
Mistress Gretchen nodded in satisfaction after giving them a brutally longfry.
"Now you know the consequences of failing to please."
Like there had been any doubt.
The hairdressers and make-up people moved in to make the gasping, red-facedsluts look good for the cameras. This required a bit of skill. Cheryl was bloatingin the early stages of her pregnancy. Melody could barely stand after her electro-convulsiveworkouts. Brandi was gaunt and pale from her extremely unhealthy diet and theravages of disease and repeated infections.
The high-price help worked their magic and the three unwilling guests ofSheik Rashid soon looked the very picture of youth and vitality. Gretchen pickedchaste white bras and spotlessly clean, white t-shirts to cover their superbtorsos. They would only be photographed from the waist up, so she kept themnude below. It was a matter of economy. Why waste time dressing them fullywhen they would be stripping for action right afterwards?
Luxurious purple drapes with gold tassels and fabulously expensive oil paintingsby Rubens and Van Dyke framed each ass-hooked beauty's neatly dressed torsofor the benefit of the cameras.
Cheryl smiled brilliantly into the lens.
"Hi, Mom and Kyla. Melody, Brandi and I are just back from seeing the pyramidsand touring the Valley of the Kings in Egypt. Sheik Rashid treats us far, farbetter than we deserve. He is a wonderful man. We were so wrong about him!"
Impaled on her ass-spike with an alligator clip biting into her clitoris,her loins burning from their recent electrical deep-fry, Cheryl swallowed thepain and humiliation and gushed enthusiastically. Beaten bitches, Brandi andMelody also gushed excitedly for the cameras when it was their turn.
Then the pampering was over and it was back to business.
Mistress Gretchen walked down the row and slapped their pretty faces brisklyto get their attention.
"OK bitches. Take off the t-shirts and bras. Hand them to the wardrobe people."
Brandi, Melody and Cheryl quickly peeled them off and handed them over,exposing themselves fully once more.
"Put your hands behind your backs and with each hand grab the opposite elbow."
Black tape was wrapped around both forearms, cocooning them together behindtheir backs, forcing them to arch forward and present their bare breasts nicely.
Mistress Gretchen cupped the back of cheerleader Cheryl's blonde head withone hand. She tapped a tongue depressor against Cheryl's perfect white teeth.
"Open."
Cheryl parted her teeth. Gretchen pushed the tongue depressor in deep, stimulatingthe vomit reflex. Cheryl yorked up over her tits. Gretchen wiggled the tonguedepressor against Cheryl's tonsils to keep her gagging and choking until herstomach was emptied completely. To be sure, she kept Cheryl yorking up in aseries of agonising dry heaves. The powerful stomach acids powered up her throat,making her sinuses burn, her nose run and her eyes water.
She moved on to give Melody the same treatment.. She squeezed Melody's titstightly, digging in with her fingernails. She twisted them agonisingly as ifshe was trying to unscrew them from her chest. Poor Melody was instantly red-facedand gasping. Tears streamed down Melody's cheeks as Mistress Gretchen addresseda reproach to poor blubbering Cheryl.
"It's for your own good, you stupid bitch! I wouldn't want you fuckheadschoking to death on your own puke after the gag goes on and I present you witha few small challenges."
Cheryl didn't exactly look profoundly grateful, but she knew better thanto show her resentment. She swallowed hard and accepted it, wondering, as shewas intended to, about the 'small challenges'. She did not dare to ask. MistressGretchen wouldn't appreciate the interruption as she worked patiently withthe tongue depressor, forcing Melody to dig deep and, with bulging eyes, spewso hard that she practically tossed up her toenails.
Mistress Gretchen had persuaded the lovely Bobbi to take a few moments outof her busy day. It was one of those rare moments when she didn't have herlips wrapped around a thick dick belonging to the sheik or one of his friends,hoovering up thick gobs of semen and gulping it down. Using a rich soft towel,the mouth whore sweetly and gently wiped the drool and vomit from Cheryl'sbreasts. It was the nicest thing anyone had done for Cheryl in a long time.
Cheryl sobbed in gratitude.
She yelped as a short sharp jolt of electricity fried her genitals.
Mistress Gretchen glared at her.
"Do you have a problem, cunt ?"
Cheryl turned off the faucets instantly.
"No, ma'am. I'm sorry to have disturbed you with my foolish stupidity, ma'am."
Cheryl's guts jumped and twisted inside her as Mistress Gretchen continuedto stare at her hard. Then she withdrew her million-watt glare and moved fromMelody to Brandi. Having learned by example, Melody kept her blubbering gratitudeto herself when Bobbi gently towelled her off, as did Brandi when her turncame.
Mistress Gretchen tapped against Cheryl's pearly whites with a thick redrubber ball.
"Open."
It was a tight fit. Gretchen squeezed the rubber ball hard and forced itbetween her teeth. Released, the ball expanded to open Cheryl's mouth achinglywide. Mistress Gretchen wound wide black tape around Cheryl's head severaltimes to hold the ball in place and seal her lips around it. In turn, Brandiand Melody each opened very wide indeed to wrap her lips around a thick rubberball, taped in place with the wide black tape.
A black cloth hood was dropped over each co-ed's pretty head. Wide blacktape was wrapped around them, cocooning them from head to toe like a mummy.Each leg was wrapped individually. Only their bare tits, naked cunts and barebuttocks were left exposed. From under the black hoods came muffled groansof relief as they were lifted off the ass hooks. These changed to moans offear as their slim ankles were cuffed to either end of long leg-spreading barsand each was hung upside down from the back of a tow truck.
The muffled moans changed to muffled squeals as the three tow trucks roaredout of the TV studio and out into the desert. They stopped amongst the sanddunes in the sun-blasted heat of the desert. The rapidly swelling ranks ofthe Hounds of Allah Rape Squad were gathered in the shade of a large colouredcanopy drinking cooling drinks and watching the bitches baste in the blazingdesert sun.
Mistress Gretchen emerged from the shade and massaged cooking oil onto theirrapidly reddening bare breasts and creamy smooth asses. Their legs were spreadso wide that their slits were opened up and a lot of pink was exposed to thesun. Parts of the human body that have seldom been exposed to sunlight burnquickly. With repeated applications of cooking oil, their bared breasts, bumsand bimbo boxes were soon a bright, bright red. The cooking oil practicallysizzled as Mistress Gretchen repeatedly rubbed it into each screaming, sobbingbeauty's privates, her fingers dipping lewdly into their holes as she did so.
Then they were taken down and turned over to the hard horny men.
Back in the good ole U. S. of A., Cheryl's mom was really, really, reallyexcited. The divorced former fashion model grabbed her younger daughter's arm.
"Kyla! That nice Sheik Rashid has invited us to join Cheryl in an all-expense-paidvisit! The timing he suggests is perfect, right after you participate in thatMiss Teen beauty contest! Do you think that Cheryl showed him that pictureof us that I sent her?"
Kyla spoke with true teen-age condescension to her aged parent. In her consideredopinion (and all her teenage friends agreed) people in their late thirtieslike her mom were clueless. If they were older than that they were completelyhopeless and belonged in a home.
"Get a grip, Mom! You think everything is about looks. He's probably justa nice guy who figures that Cheryl misses her family."
Lovely Laura looked at the letter in her hand.
"You're probably right, dear. He says here that he wants to surprise herwith our arrival and that a delightful surprise awaits us ifwe choose to come!"
Kyla sat in front of the mirror diligently brushing the fine blond hairthat hung down to the back of her knees. Her long golden hair was a major asset.It shimmered gloriously with each twitch of her delectable derriere as shewalked down the street. She had learned the eye-catching, lewdly pumping model'swalk from her mother. The hair accented the effect beautifully, causing allhetero-sexual males to stop and gape like slack jawed yokels.
As she thought of the sheik's invitation, Kyla's beautiful blue eyes narrowedin keen anticipatory delight. So far she had mainly been a sly cockteasingminx, teasing older men (they're the ones with the money) on for her advantage,but only letting a very select few into her panties. Despite her condescendingremarks to her aged ancestor, Kyla looked forward to a lifetime of being spoiledby men courtesy of her stunning good looks. Her Mom had set the example inso many ways, scoring very well indeed off her American ex-husbands, encouragingthem to forget all about 'anti-love' prenuptial agreements and to think exclusivelywith the little head between their legs until it was way toolate to safeguard their fortunes from her divorcing depredations. Smirkingsmugly, eighteen-year-old heartbreaker Kyla was certain that she could do much betterand was eager to expand beyond the easily exploited high school male. An obviouslybesotted rich old oil sheik seemed like an excellent start. Even if nothinghappened for her, she could always watch her role model mom in action as sheplayed yet another rich boy for a fool and separated him from some seriouscash while scooping some nice expensive presents.
Kyla looked up at her mother. Her eyes flashed.
"Sounds like a no-brainer to me, mom! Let's go for it!"
( With my fondness for humbling haughty beauties, you better believeI'm going to continue this one! - LLabmik
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