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The Resurrection of Linda
Chapter 10 – Balled Out! (Day 10)
Linda found herself completely befuddled! She must have blacked out! She now found herself on her hands and knees, under the shower spray – being attended to by both the man and by Madam Purée.
She simply could not recall the transition that had taken place from being hung upside down to being treated so tenderly! The two people tending to her were actually giving her comfort!
She found these swings in treatment to be completely unsettling. It put her in the position of loving and hating these people! True, her body ached from the horrible beating. But - Madam Purée was now gently touching her body with tender hands – touching her in places that felt good. For, you see, Madam Purée knew “feel good” points as well as “pain” points. She was now touching the feel-good points and they really and truly did make Linda’s body feel good.
Meanwhile, in addition to warm water cascading down her body and in addition to Madam Purée’s soothing touches, the man was gently massaging her butt cheeks. His hand felt fantastic! His fingers were gradually migrating to the crack of her ass – teasing – touching – touting a sense of hope deep within the sensual regions of Linda’s brain. She wanted his fingers to invade her ass crack. She wanted to feel his fingers swirling around her ass hole. She longed for the feeling of his fingers around her ringed clitoris and on in to the pink secrets of her pussy.
He did not disappoint her! As his fingers plowed the furrow between her plump cheeks, she shivered and goose bumps rose all over her butt. It was a marvelous experience! And, Madam Purée kept finding never before touched nerve endings that put Linda into a complete state of rapture. And, the warm shower water simply made her feel good all over.
Now, his hands slowly separated her ass cheeks – spreading them open – making way for his right index finger to delve into her ass hole. If her ass hole would have had teeth, it would have smiled! Instead, it opened up to his digit, welcoming the sexual feelings that ensued.
His finger teased her rear hole. First it would slowly creep into the tunnel, and then it would quickly retreat. Then it would mount a full-speed invasion into the rear entry and slowly, teasingly retreat. Linda was becoming quite aroused and she wanted him to explore all of her holes. Yet, she knew not to ask! Actually, it wasn’t necessary for her to ask for he planned to invade every orifice.
Finally, his digit was buried to the utmost in her bowels. Then, he used the other hand to move up her inner thigh – slowly approaching her pussy. Even as the shower was cascading on to all of the naked bodies, Linda was perspiring. She was fully aroused. His hand had increased the pace of its advance and was now stroking the bare skin that went down the middle of her pussy hair. Goose bumps were rising on this patch of skin also – even as sweat covered her entire body to mingle with the shower spray.
Then, without preamble, he plunged three fingers directly in to her pussy slit. Linda shuddered and let out a groan. She wanted him! And, she wanted Madam Purée as well. She was not to be disappointed. Madam Purée was leaning over Linda’s back, reaching arms around her torso to cup the tits that were hanging down so deliciously. Each of Madam Purée’s hands was full of the plenteous breasts. The nipples were enlarged and probing the palms of Madam Purée’s hands.
Madam Purée began swirling each boob in opposite directions. Sometimes she would heft them up while swirling them, sometimes she would pull them and stretch them. Linda was ecstatic! She felt as though her entire body had become a sexual toy. Well, hell, it had!
As Madam Purée and the man probed, pulled, stroked, and massaged – Linda began coming. She was groaning quite loudly now and her body was shuddering uncontrollably. Waves of orgasms were screeching throughout her entire body. Her pussy was a swamp of her own juices. Her ass hole was winking as it opened and shut without thought. Her nipples were extended to the point that they could have poked holes through the hardest object imaginable. Her face was contorted as she tried to bring forth even more orgasms. And, she succeeded! If there were a Richter scale for orgasms, she would have broken the gauge!
Madam Purée and the man smiled at each other. Slowly they straightened up and withdrew their hands from the quaking body. Linda had become an animal of sex. She remained on her hands and knees, her body was shuddering. Her lungs were panting. Her eyes were dilated to the max. Her head was bobbing up and down like a woodpecker.
Seemingly, from afar, Linda thought she heard the man query Madam Purée.
He said softly, “Shall we bring in your friend for some fun and games.”
Madam Purée, “It is time,” and she nodded at one of the cameras in the room.
Linda was regaining her senses as she heard the door open and the sound of bare feet padding in to the room. She looked up and saw the most unimaginable sight she had ever seen. It was a naked woman. By now, a naked man or woman coming in to the room was certainly not unimaginable. The unimaginable part was that the woman was the spitting image of the former tennis star, Billie Jean King. It couldn’t have actually been Billie Jean King because this female was an image of King when she was in the prime of her life – even down to the huge glasses that happened to be the only thing on her naked body.
Now with this woman, there was a remarkable story!
Madam Purée had always had sexual fantasies about Billie Jean King. It so happens that, worldwide, there is an unofficial cadre of sexual mercenaries. Of this group, Madam Purée was, without doubt, the premiere such mercenary. No one screwed with her – no matter how rough and tough they might be! There was one exception to this rule. The men and women of the group were constantly riding Madam Purée about her “thing” for Billie Jean. It was the only ribbing she allowed. Whenever it began she would bring up a Mona Lisa smile and seem to glow in the taunts. When their partying would become quite heavy, they would turn to Madam Purée and say in unison, “BJK is all yours kid!”
Finally, Madam Purée decided to do something about her
non-secret desires. She scoured the
tennis world high and low for a BJK look-a-like. Finally, in a remote part of
After a year of surgery, a BJK twin emerged. Madam Purée was ecstatic. Then Madam took two more unusual steps. The one flaw in the makeover was the fact that the new BJK had perfect eyesight. Madam found a surgeon who performed a Lasik-type surgery to make the young girl tremendously near sighted. Then, she was fitted with huge, black-rimmed glasses. The transformation was phenomenal. In appearance, she had become Billie Jean King! Then, Madam provided her with one year of tennis lessons from some of the world’s greatest teachers. Upon completion of this training it was obvious that she would never become a ranked professional but she was one hell of an amateur!
Wherever she went she turned heads and was often asked for an autograph. She always gave one. Madam Purée renamed her, BJK2. After five years, she had all but forgotten her former name of Dianne. For the succeeding years, BJK2 was made a part of some of the most bizarre sexual experiences and assassinations that anyone could ever experience. It was a good life!
Now, here she stood before Bitch-Cunt (Linda). Bitch-Cunt looked her up and down and realized it could not possibly be Billie Jean King. Yet the resemblance was remarkable! Bitch-Cunt’s eyes were drawn to the maze of pubic hair that stood atop BJK2’s pussy. It was a scraggly, long, black patch of hair! It went every which way – straight out for some, to the left for others, to the right for some, and straight down for much. The direction of her pussy hair had no rhyme or reasons. And, it was a turn-on!
Beneath the pubic hair were two lips that protruded and then turned outward. The inward pink skin was in stark contrast to the jet black hair. BJK2’s tits were small. Not as small as Madam Purée’s but, nonetheless, quite small. Tendons and muscles in her arms and legs showed the results of many tennis matches and, perhaps, many other physical endeavors. She was Madam Purée’s permanent plaything. She was Poncho to Madam Purée’s Cisco. Despite her subservient role, she exuded tremendous self-confidence and an air of many abilities. She was dangerous!
By now, with these two exotic naked women and with his new possession, Bitch-Cunt, the man had become quite aroused. His dick was fully engorged and ready for action. The dick head was purple and shiny. Pre-cum was oozing from the large piss slit. Madam Purée and he had already mapped out a strategy to further arouse and redirect Bitch-Cunt’s rather drab life.
Bitch-Cunt was directed to kneel before his throbbing dick. Quickly she scurried on hands and knees, rose to her knees and automatically raised her head that was now directly below his outward bound tool. She could see every vein, speckle, and pubic hair just inches above her upturned face. She, too, was aroused. Her pussy was leaking.
BJK2 came over beside the pair. Bitch-Cunt could smell the strong sexual odor that emanated from the athletic cunt. Bitch-Cunt became more aroused. BJK2 reached out with her right hand and firmly gripped his tool in much the same way that she would have gripped the handle of a tennis racket when preparing for a forearm smash. His dick felt the strong, firm fingers around the shaft and his tool vibrated with anticipation.
BJK2 began slowly jacking him off. The force of her hand bouncing off of his pubic bone was stronger than anything he had ever experienced. If she had used this same force by the time her calloused hand reached the end of his tool she would have surely torn off the end of his rod! But, she had marvelous finesse to complement her strength. Somehow, just at the last split second, she restrained her arm muscles when her hand reached the end of his dick. Then, with remarkable agility she reversed the thrust of her masturbating hand as it flew back toward his body. He had masturbated. Many others had jacked him off. None was like this. BJK2 was an artist with amazing strength!
Normally, he could control the onslaught of his orgasms quite easily. This was a struggle! But he did. And, Bitch-Cunt was glad he did. She was seeing a true artist at work. BJK2’s hand was working his tool like a jack hammer. Pre-cum was spouting from his piss slit with a force and volume that could have honestly been mistaken for a full fledged orgasm. The slick, creamy juices were flying everywhere, mostly landing somewhere on Bitch-Cunt’s face. She had quickly opened her mouth like a baby robin. To her pleasure, she was catching most of it and swallowing it eagerly.
In the meantime, Madam Purée had moved up behind him and was running her finger down the crack of his ass. She massaged the skin around his ass hole and then kept her hand moving forward until her had had reached between his legs and was playing with his nuts. He thought, “I have surely died and gone to heaven!”
He had never before experienced such a deep sexual arousal outside of a cunt, mouth, or ass hole! He began groaning. His groans turned to grunts. His grunts turned to unintelligible words. His unintelligible words became a scream of ecstasy. He came again!
To say ‘He came’ was to do a disservice to his sexual apparatus. Cum flew from his dick with the force of a fire hose. BJK2 had sensed the arrival of his seed and directed his tool downward to point directly between Bitch-Cunt’s eyes. At the same time, Madam Purée had stopped fondling his balls and was now squeezing them. Also at the same time, Madam Purée had taken her other hand and plunged her finger in to his ass hole – directly to his prostate. All of these actions were effective!
His body emptied itself of all seed possible. When it struck Bitch-Cunt directly between the eyes, she felt as though she had been hit with a ball peen hammer. She – nor anyone else – would have ever believed that a man’s cum could be delivered with such force. Her head flew backwards and she almost lost her balance. Somehow though, she remained on her knees.
BJK2 was now milking his tool – squeezing out any remaining remnants. Madam Purée was back to massaging his nuts and her finger in his ass simply rested – filling the cavity of his butt but not moving. He was satisfied. Hell, that’s too lame. There simply is no word in the English language that could describe his feelings of euphoria!
Bitch-Cunt was quite satisfied, too. Cum was running down both sides of her face. She felt it flowing and relished it. The last squeezings of his cum had descended to her mouth and she didn’t swallow it. She wanted to retain the mouth feel of his juices and savor the taste of that which had sprung from his loins. She thought, “Life is good!” not realizing the change in attitude that this represented for her – a complete turnaround from her previous decades of life!
BJK2 had released his spent dick and it plopped down on to the upturned face of Bitch-Cunt. Bitch-Cunt was thoroughly aroused. Her sense of touch, taste, smell and sight had all been bombarded with the work of the three protagonists. Bitch-Cunt was ready.
As if to confirm what she already knew, Madam Purée knelt beside Bitch-Cunt and whispered in her ear, “Are you ready to lick balls?”
Before the query was barely finished, Bitch-Cunt shouted, “Oh god yes! Please, please bring me balls to lick!”
At that, the man turned to go to the door. When he turned, his wet dick dragged across Bitch-Cunt’s face, spreading more of his juices across her face. She licked her lips.
He opened the door and in walked twenty-two semi-naked young men. Well, semi-naked is a bit of overstatement as to their dress. The only thing they were wearing was their football helmets. It was the offensive and defensive starting squads of a nearby college football team.
As the twenty-two men formed a circle around Bitch-Cunt, she was totally ecstatic! She was ready! All of the men were incredibly well-muscled and well-hung! There were balls and dicks galore! All dicks were erect – some circumcised and some not.
Bitch-Cunt’s status was one of complete arousal. Her nipples were hard. Her pussy was dripping its juices. Her mouth was salivating in anticipation of licking forty-four balls and jacking off twenty-two dicks. Although her face was already coated with the man’s cum, she wanted all of these men’s cum flowing over her face, into her eyes, on her lips, in her nostrils – dripping on to her breasts, her stomach, and on to the hairless patch of skin that separated her pussy hair into two patches. My god she was horny!
The men had drawn numbers to set the order of things and the man with number one was a fucking animal. He was six feet six inches and weighed at least 320 pounds. There was no fat on his body – it was all muscle! And, he was one hairy son-of-a-bitch! He surely was the missing link. One thing that wasn’t missing and was not to be missed was his package! His dick was long, thick, and ready. His balls swung like a pendulum between his hard thighs. A dollop of juice was seeping out of his huge piss slit.
Bitch-Cunt waited in eager anticipation as he sauntered up to her. He stopped just a few inches in front of her upturned face. Her tongue leaped out of her mouth and buried itself in his thick pubic hair that covered his scrotum. Her right hand went up and tried to circle the log of his dick. Her fingers only went half way round the rod of flesh. She could feel the vein in his dick pulsating beneath the palm of her hand. She tried to nudge his right ball and it barely moved. It was heavy!
BJK2 was kneeling on Bitch-Cunt’s left side. She had leaned forward and plunged her tongue into Bitch-Cunt’s left ear. Madam Purée was duplicating the effort on Bitch-Cunt’s right side. Here was with that goddamn tongue in ear thing! This time it worked for Linda (oops – Bitch-Cunt). She was aroused even more! At the same time, the behemoth of a man put his huge mits on the back of Bitch-Cunt’s head and slammed her face into the hairy, pebbly skin of his sack. With a great display of coordination, BJK2 and Madam Purée moved with her face to retain their tongues in her ears. It was a marvelous display of synchronized tonguing!
Bitch-Cunt began working his sack with her tongue, as her lips moved against his sack. Her hand – looking miniature around his huge tool – was working his shaft – moving like a piston between his pubic bone and his bulbous dick head. He was huge and hung but he had no control. After three strokes of her hand, he came in a torrent of slick, milky cum. It was thick and milky. It flew high in the hair and landed with a splat directly on to Bitch-Cunt’s forehead. It immediately spread and began running downward as Bitch-Cunt had hoped it would.
Madam Purée removed her tongue from Bitch-Cunt’s ear and told the huge football player to move on. He looked down and said, “Fuck you bitch! I’ll move on when I feel like it! That was too quick. She has to do me one more time!”
The next thing that happened was a flurry of action that was too quick for anyone to see in detail. What they did see was the giant man laying on the floor, his left leg broken and his hands holding his balls that were already beginning to swell. He passed out!
The other twenty-one men were shocked. The downed man was the most ferocious defensive lineman of the entire team. He had gone down as though he were a twig. They looked at Madam Purée and wondered who in the hell she was! She spoke.
“The men with the numbers forty-three and forty-four shall carry this sack of shit out.”
Well, the truth be told, the ardor of the other men had cooled dramatically. But, they were conflicted. They did want to be serviced by this pudgy, horny bitch! The two men designated as carriers hurried to their assigned task and, with grunts on their parts, hefted him up and carried him out. They quickly returned. At the least they wanted to see what happened next. At the least they wanted to have their nuts licked!
Madam Purée spoke again to sooth ruffled feathers and to raise somewhat limp dicks.
“My body servant will fluff your dicks so that they are aroused for Bitch-Cunt.”
Upon saying this, she pointed to BJK2. Actually, some of the “men” were too young to know who Billie Jean King was. So, most of them looked on this naked cunt as a flat-chested, homely looking bitch. But, hell, she began to look quite good as they fantasized about the knowledge that she was going to be a fluffer for each of them. And, they certainly didn’t want to do anything to antagonize Madam Purée. She was unbelievable!
The men had already lined up in the sequence in which they were to be serviced. BJK2 moved to the man who had number two. He was a contrast to the man who had been number one. Number two was, simply put, a hunk! Of course, he was the quarterback. His faced was quite similar to the actor, Dennis Quaid. He had slightly blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He exuded a sense of impishness mixed in with masculinity. A shy grin spread across his face as he realized what was about to happen to him.
BJK2, although inclined towards women, was somewhat smitten by this wonderful looking man. Even his pubic hair was a treat for the eyes. It, too, was blonde and curly without being kinky. It coated his balls with just the right amount of down. It surrounded his prick which was, simply put, perfect! The tool was just right in size, not too large and not too small. Truthfully, his dick did not need much fluffing. It was already rising to an erect state. However, BJK2 was not going to pass up an opportunity to encounter this male organ.
She dipped to her knees before his package. She reached between his muscular thighs and massaged his firm ass cheeks. She slowly planted a kiss on the very end of his dick. Her free hand reached up and fondled those beautiful balls that moved just right in one of the few attractive scrotums in existence. BJK2 had heard that the word ‘scrotum’ derived from a Latin word that translated ‘quiver of arrows’. She didn’t know if this was true but she wished she could have his arrows flying in to her throat. However, she had known the anger of Madam Purée and she would knowingly do absolutely nothing to incur her wrath again.
The quarterback’s dick was quickly aroused and erect. He was ready. BJK2 sadly withdrew from his groin so that it could be serviced by Bitch-Cunt. Bitch-Cunt had watched all of this with great eagerness. This man was the type of man she had only dreamed of from adolescent up to the present time. His type was far beyond any hopes she would have had for a male sex partner. She had thus far been relegated to second-class, perhaps even third- and fourth- class dicks. Now she was going to have prime choice!
As Bitch-Cunt slowly began moving her eager lips to his nuts, he looked down at her with a sly smile and created dimples that had gotten him laid many a time. This time he was going to be brought to orgasms because of forces that were outside his own ‘come-hither’ persona. This was new ground for him.
Bitch-Cunt zeroed in on the left nut, the one that was hanging lower. She parted her lips as wide as possible and sucked the ball inward. It seemed slightly larger than the opening of her lips and it came to rest for a moment – forming a seal between her inner mouth and the outside world. She sucked harder and, somehow, either because of an even larger opening of her mouth or the nut’s desire to fit in, the ball disappeared into her oral cavity. It felt good inside of her mouth, resting on her tongue, bulging her cheeks slightly outward. Now she was ordinarily not too keen on the taste of a man’s balls and his ball sweat. This was totally different! His sweat tasted like nectar. The skin covering his ball was slightly salty but, nonetheless, quite tasty! The sack itself was not a rough, pebbly texture like most. Sure, his had bumps on it but they were smooth bumps. His sack and ball really provided a very nice mouth feel. Bitch-Cunt relished the moment!
As Bitch-Cunt began this interaction with the modern day, athletic Adonis, she felt like the luckiest bitch in the world. Then, for a fleeting second, she realized how ludicrous her standards had become. If she had said this to her friends in her old life, they would have said: “Are you crazy Linda? You’re licking his balls, you’re going to finger his ass hole, jack him off, and let him come all over your head and face!!!”
However, as quickly as the thought came to her mind, she let it go. She was lucky! In her old life she would have never even dreamed about even speaking to this fantastic hunk of a man. She was lucky! Lucky! Lucky!
Then, Madam Purée brought her back to reality. “Don’t enjoy it too much you stupid dog! Get to work!”
Bitch-Cunt was snapped out of her reverie. She quickly reached between his marvelous thighs and sought out his ass hole. It welcomed her advances and quickly she found her finger buried to the hilt in his shit hole. At the same time she began jacking off his powerful pole of sex. Even the feel of the skin of his tool was first class!
She was working now – working to give him pleasure – working to satisfy Madam Purée’s high standards – working to show BJK2 that her fluff work was being put to good use – and most of all – working to prove to the man who had changed her that she was, indeed, changed – changed and resurrected to a new life!
And, Bitch-Cunt proved that hard work would produce a reward. The quarterback came! And he came! And he came! Somehow, his cum was more attractive than other men’s cum. It had purity about it. It had a texture that wasn’t as icky as some other’s.
Bitch-Cunt definitely did not want it to go to waste in her hair. While keeping her tongue extended and in touch with his balls, she tilted her head back and opened her mouth to an inhuman width. At the same time she pointed his spouting dick straight upward. For some unfathomable reason, for someone with no experience, her aim was perfect. The wads of cum shot upward until the laws of gravity proved to be still in place. Then, the wads of cum turned direction, flew downward, and went straight on to her tongue before bouncing to the back of her throat.
She was rewarded for her effort! His cum tasted fantastic – a slight hint of salt – a pure taste that was missing in a lot of cum – and a mouth feel that was just right! In spite of herself, Bitch-Cunt smiled a satisfying smile.
Madam Purée noted it but pretended not to notice. After all, even victims had to have a small bit of pleasure and achievement once in a while.
At the same time the quarterback was still standing and waiting after his load had been spent. You see, he was a star! He was used to having his every whim catered to. Hell, other than winning ball games, he didn’t do a damn thing! His dick still had cum remnants on it. He had never cleaned his own dick since he first shot a load into a high school freshman’s face! He turned and looked at Madam Purée in a questioning way.
She knew what was going through his mind and she knew what he expected. She was a bit perturbed and harbored thoughts of teaching the pretty boy a lesson. She knew that if she crippled him, the rest of the team would have a hell of a time getting it up and keeping it up. And, she thought, “what the hell, I can use this to demonstrate further the bitch’s resurrection.”
She spoke to Bitch-Cunt, “Clean his dick you saggy-tit bitch!”
Bitch-Cunt didn’t particularly like the way the command was delivered but she sure as hell welcomed the opportunity to have one final taste of this god’s seed. She raised her lips from his sack to his dick head and began slowly sucking and cleaning with her tongue. When she finished, his dick was sparkling clean!
As the quarterback moved aside, Bitch-Cunt looked to see who
was next. Now, Bitch-Cunt knew she was
in for an experience that was going to be repulsive in the same measure that
the preceding one was beautiful. The
next man was a running back named Jim Brawn.
He was a huge black man! He stood
six foot four inches tall and weighed two hundred forty pounds. There was no fat on him. His thighs looked like two huge columns
supporting an entire edifice. His skin
was as black as
Now when Bitch-Cunt turned to look at him, BJK2 was doing her fluffing duties with him. Although it seemed that what she was doing was some fairly strong ‘fluffing’. Brawn was fucking her in the ass! Now it seems that he had a thing about fucking white women in the ass. Any white woman who expressed an interest in him was doomed to be corn-holed. It was his thing! And BJK2 was being done really well! She bent over to receive his thrusts in her ass. The muscles and tendons in her legs were strained to the utmost as she tried to stand up to the thrusts of his body against her back side. And, she was groaning as her pussy was forced to accommodate his mega-missile of a dick. Sweat was cascading down her body with the exertion of her effort. His huge sack of balls were wrapping beneath her ass and up on to and even above her pussy. It was a hell of a sight!
At first, all Bitch-Cunt saw was a nigger fucking a white woman in the ass. She was horrified as she realized she would soon have to lick his balls and jack off his filthy tool. It petrified her to know he would be coming on to her head and face!
Then, something strange took place within her brains and emotions. She saw him as an incredibly sexual man! His thighs and arms were huge and muscular. His stomach was flat. When he was on the out-stroke of fucking her ass, she could see the length and girth of his tool. It was a sight to behold!
She began to wonder about how his scrotum would taste. She speculated about how it would feel to have his huge balls rolling around on either side of her face. She actually hoped that after he would “shoot his wad” into BJK2’s ass he would have some left over for her. She wanted his huge hands wrapped around the back of her head, pulling her face forcefully into his groin! Linda was no more! Bitch-Cunt had been resurrected in her place!
The other players were cheering him on as his body began to tense. They had witnessed this type of thing many, many times. He was a stud and they considered it an honor to watch him fully plug a woman’s ass. He was their hero!
Then Jim Brawn let out a scream that would have drowned out any scream that Johnny Weissmuller had ever made in his Tarzan movies. It was inhuman. It was as inhuman as the size and force of the load he shot into BJK2’s ass. She screamed. She felt as though her guts had been destroyed!
Under ordinary circumstances Madam Purée would have been quite angry at BJK2 for this outcry. It simply was not permitted. However, she recognized the size of the onslaught that she had just witnessed. She would cut a certain amount of slack although BJK2 would receive some sort of punishment for receiving the ass load with a certain degree of happiness.
In the meantime, Brawn had withdrawn and began waddling over to Bitch-Cunt. He was waddling because a long stream of cum was hanging from the end of his massive dick and he didn’t want to get it on his thighs. He wanted it to alight right on to Bitch-Cunt’s face. Bitch-Cunt was in awe of what she was seeing. Despite dropping a load in BJK2’s ass, his dick was still semi-erect. Semi-erect for him was much, much larger than any other man’s fully erect dick! His tool was covered with shit from BJK2’s ass. The string of cum that was still hanging on to his member was getting longer and thinner but refused to break off!
As he began setting himself over Bitch-Cunt’s face, she opened her mouth wide. It was good timing! The long string of his cum settled directly into the center of her open mouth. She followed it up to its source, rescued it from his member and slowly sucked it all into her mouth. It smelled, it tasted strange, it was marvelous! She rinsed it around in her mouth and finally swallowed it whole. It was such a large remnant of a load that a small bump could be seen going down the front of her neck as his seed found its way to her stomach. Bitch-Cunt opened her mouth to show him it was empty. She wanted him to be happy!
Then, she began moving her face forward as she buried her mouth, her tongue, her nose and her eyes into his huge, sweaty, smelly sack. His sack molded itself into every crevice of her face. She inhaled deeply and was ecstatic over the fragrances that completely filled her sinus cavities.
She reached between his giant thighs and sought out his ass hole with her index finger. Surprisingly, his anal hole was quite small. It was, indeed, the only small thing about his entire body. He managed to relax his anal ring and slowly her finger inched its way into his bowels. At the same time she reached up with her other hand and placed her finger around his tool – at least as far around as it would go.
As her tongue massaged his right ball (the lower-hanging one), her hand began stroking him. Not surprising to the twenty-one men watching this tableau, his semi-erect dick quickly became fully erect! It was an awesome sight to behold!
He looked down at her. He looked down at her because he liked to see white women put in their place. Her place was in his groin! He knew when he first saw her that she was a racist. He also saw, as he had seen with many other bitch racists, that she was converted. She was converted to desiring, wanting, needing his black package. She was in love! She was in love with his balls, his dick, and his ass!
She proved her lust as her tongue became a thing alive. It was alive to give every bit of pleasure to his nuts that she could find within that pink tongue tool that was buried in his scrotum. Her hands were working his tool and his ass hole feverishly. As he looked down at her, he knew that before this entire adventure was over he would have that fantastic tongue buried in his black ass!
As Bitch-Cunt’s tongue, finger and hand began to tire, she felt a change in his equipment. His huge dick began to pulsate and expand even more than its already incredible girth and length. His balls began to achieve a life of their own as his nut sack began to shrink and then expand. She thought the finger in his ass hole was going to break as his butt hole began to constrict around the appendage that was buried deep within it.
He came. God, did he come. Just as she somehow knew that he was going to explode she dropped his dick head down to the center of her hair and covered the tip of his tool with her hand so as to contain all of his seed on the very top of her head. Perhaps that wasn’t such a good plan! His seed exploded with what seemed like the force of a shotgun. She actually thought her wrist was going to break as her hand was forced backward by his expulsion – further back than it was really meant to go!
Then he erupted for a second shot! This one drove straight down to the top of her skull and she felt as though a sledge hammer had hit her. She became dizzy and would have actually fallen backward were it not for the finger that was trapped within his muscular bowels. She was really and truly hanging on by a finger!
He smiled. This was not the first time he had surprised a bitch with the force that he expelled when coming. It was actually fairly routine. And, white bitches always seemed to be caught more off guard than black cunts! He was pleased.
Finally, she caught her breath and withdrew her finger from his butt. That is, he released her finger from his ass! She then rose up slightly and began cleaning his tool with her tongue and lips. She tasted his seed. It was a powerful taste! She tasted the shit that had coated it – the shit from BJK2’s ass. It was rank and sour! But, she got it down. She swallowed all of the shit and all of his cum!
The next three hours became a blur for Bitch-Cunt. She licked nineteen more sets of balls. She jacked off nineteen more dicks and had their load deposited on her head and face. Her finger explored nineteen more ass holes. One of the reasons the hours became a blur was because she couldn’t see! Her eyes were coated with cum and for all practical purposes – glued shut by the manly fluids. For the entire duration of the last hour she was going by Braille! She couldn’t see but she could certainly touch, smell, and taste!
After she finished doing the last football player her lips and tongue were tired and sore. Her ass-probing had gone o.k. because she was able to switch fingers. Her sense of smell was completely overloaded as her nose had been constantly buried in scrotums that were in various stages of putridity.
But, somehow, she knew she had developed some strong expertise in ball-licking. During the entire time that she was performing her tasks, Madam Purée and BJK2 had been kneeling on each side of her – observing her technique up close and personal – and – whispering suggestions about how to enhance her performance. Their suggestions (commands really) had been dead on and the quality of her actions had improved with each man. The last man had been the lucky recipient of all of her work and the suggestions made to her. He was happy – no – VERY happy!
Bitch-Cunt had been doing this so long and gone through so many men that she was not aware that she had just done the last one. It wouldn’t have made any difference if she had known. She was not given a chance to think or re-group her thoughts.
Madam Purée and BJK2 put a hand beneath each of her armpits and easily lifted her in the air. Her legs and knees were so cramped from being in the kneeling position for so very long that she couldn’t even straighten out when she was lifted. She remained in the kneeling position in mid-air as she was transported to the gynecological table. She was placed there and told to get on her hands and knees with her head lifted high – looking straight ahead. Madam Purée was inwardly satisfied as Bitch-Cunt complied immediately. However, Bitch-Cunt did have to be told to spread her legs even further apart. She complied.
This was to be part of her training to develop an attitude of acceptance while being adjudicated. In some ways, Madam Purée knew that, although not physically demanding, this portion was especially difficult for the female psyche to accept.
The twenty-two men had been ordered to form a line and walk around the trophy on display and to make any comments they felt appropriate to what they were seeing. They began walking slowly around Bitch-Cunt in a manner that patrons walk around a treasured display at a museum.
Bitch-Cunt did present a gruesome sight! There was no patch of facial skin that could be seen. Her face was coated completely with cum. Imbedded randomly in the cum were many strands of pubic hair that had apparently not been too well anchored in the sacs she had licked. Her hair was a tangled mass of cum. Her mouth was open and the tip of her red tongue could be seen. There were even pools of cum in her ears. Her pussy and ass hole were gaping open. Her freeze-brandings were flaring in a whitish kind of way – almost looking like billboards for her new life of degradation.
Then, the comments began.
“God damn! Look at her pussy and ass hole. They’re wide open! You could put a bushel of corn in each
fucking hole!”
“Look at her fucking
face! It’s full of cum!”
“Look at her drooping
tits! Mother fucker! How old is she!”
“Look at her goddamn
fat ass! It looks like two big bags
filled with flour!”
“Look at that bare
landing strip down the middle of her pussy hair! Those two patches of cunt hair make her
mother fucking cunt look like goddamn Bozo the Clown!”
“Look at her fat
thighs! They’re almost as big as
Brawn’s!”
“Goddamn her tongue
did work miracles with my nuts! She’s
done a lot of that – I can tell!”
“Look at those fucking
signs burned into her flesh! She’s so
fucking used up that she has to advertise!”
“Hey bitch! Want to lick my balls again!” as one of the men waggled his dick in front of her face.
“Look up into her
ass. I can see
By now, the laughter was rampant. It sounded like a comedy club after many drinks had been served.
Finally, after an hour of this circling and taunting, Madam Purée called a halt to this phase. It had worked. Tears were cascading down Bitch-Cunt’s face. She was devastated. The verbal assault had been more demoralizing than any sexual degrading act to which she had been subjected. She thought she had serviced these men in good fashion. She thought they would have been pleased. Well, perhaps they were – but – they were men after all!
Madam Purée and BJK2 had also noticed one other strange phenomenon. As the men circled their victim, each of them was constantly stroking his dick. Madam Purée turned to BJK2 and said, “If it weren’t socially inappropriate, men would never let go of their dicks unless it was buried in some bitch!”
Now, Madam Purée gave the men one last opportunity. She told them they could again circle Bitch-Cunt and touch or grope her anyway they pleased. Each man would only be allowed ten seconds for such touching or groping. The only thing not allowed was hitting. Violators of the time restriction or the non-hitting admonition would be dealt with severely!
The men gladly accepted the restrictions. The next three and a half hours were touch for Bitch-Cunt. Some men twisted and pulled her tits. Some did likewise to her nipples – using the nipple rings as handles. Some men used both hands to spread her pussy or ass hole to peer inside. Then, many of these would use the same fingers to plunge into her mouth so that she would lick off her own body secretions. Many would squeeze and maul her large buttocks. Some were embarrassed and just petted her lightly like a puppy. Go figure! Was this a sign that some were more sensitive than others or just plain worn out! Some would run their fingers over her freeze brands to trace each obscene letter. She didn’t really feel these strokes because all nerve endings had been destroyed in the areas of the brandings. A few grabbed the clit hood ring and twisted it violently. That hurt like a son-of-a-bitch!
Finally, the touching and mauling ended. Jim Brawn then walked up to Madam Purée and told her that he wanted the bitch to eat his ass. Men did not give orders to Madam Purée. They made agreements with her but they didn’t give orders. The two of them stood eye to eye, nose to nose for all of five long minutes. Then, Brawn blinked. He knew this bitch was tougher than he. He knew she could hurt him badly. He backed down. It was a wise decision.
Madam Purée told him to lead his men out of there or he would be drinking his meals through a straw for the next six months. He believed her. With a nod he led his men from the room. His image had been tarnished. The men would never respect Brawn again in the same way. He had been bested by a white, female cunt!
Madam Purée and BJK2 slowly lifted Bitch-Cunt from the table and placed her in the shower. They left the room and only Bitch-Cunt and the man remained. He had been silent throughout the whole ordeal. But, truthfully, somewhere deep inside, he had felt a touch of sadness for Bitch-Cunt. She had been used severely – physically, sexually, and emotionally. But, it was necessary. He did want her to win the fucking contest!
He bathed her. Day 10 had ended.
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