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Chapter 5 Extraordinary Rendition
“Sit here between us, Marnie,” said Larry patting the couch as he flashed a predatory smile in my direction. Apparently, I was now on a first name basis with Agent Tyson. He’d returned from his bath wearing one of Dan’s cashmere bathrobes. As far as the FBI was concerned the rule was, “Mi casa es su casa.” The robe was entirely too short on him. Dan was 5’9” and Larry was well over 6’.
He didn’t bother to tie the belt; so his cock was on display. I suppose when your penis is that large, you feel obligated to let the world take a look. I kept wondering how something that size managed to enter the tiny hole I call my pussy. I had a feeling that before the day was out I’d get a repeat performance. Hopefully, I wouldn’t be submerged in puke and piss when it happened.
My arm was tired from flipping pancakes. Alice had consumed them as fast as I could cook them. She’d also asked me to fry a rasher of apple wood cured bacon and a six pack of breakfast sausage. Larry downed two stacks of pancakes along with two poached eggs.
Consistent with my training regimen, I’d eaten a cup of low fat yogurt with fruit and a bowl of oat cereal and one percent milk. “Rabbit food,” had been Alice’s comment as she consumed her stack of artery cloggers.
In an effort to keep my guests happy, I’d heated the maple syrup and slathered real butter between each of the pancakes. Theirs was a staggeringly unhealthy meal but it wouldn’t kill them before they had a chance to kill me.
Breakfast over and the dishwasher loaded without any assistance from law enforcement, I joined them in the home entertainment center. While I was cleaning the kitchen, Alice returned to the master bedroom and donned my strap on harness, then fitted it with the largest of the dildo’s which was called, “Annihilator Missile.” It was cobalt blue and covered with raised bumps that according to the brochure guaranteed a rough ride. The specifications stated the circumference was eight inches and the insertable length eleven inches. To my knowledge only gay males are interested in seeing how large a dildo they can get in their bowels; but I had the uneasy feeling, she was going to penetrate me with it.
“My fake cock is bigger than yours, Larry,” said Alice waving the Missile up and down as she placed it along his for comparison.
“Yeah, but mine is real,” replied Larry waving his manhood.
“You better be hollow inside, Marnie,” said Alice waving the dildo in my face.
The Annihilator Missile had never been used. When I showed my purchases to Dan, he just laughed and said, “You wasted your money. No way is that going up my ass.” He selected the smallest of the dildos for me to use on him. Strap on sex had revived our sex life from Dan’s perspective. But it didn’t do much for me. While I worked up a sweat, crouched over him dog style and pounding his butt, he would masturbate until he deposited a thick load of semen on the sheets. He immediately rolled over and went to sleep leaving me to clean up the dildo and come. That gave me another excuse to purchase my own supply of dildos and butt plugs that Alice was so impressed with.
“What’s that for, Alice,” I asked patting the Annihilator Missile resting between her legs? I was still under the impression we were now friends since we had become fuck buddies and slept together curled up like kittens.
Alice didn’t have a subtle bone in her body. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you with it after we show you what will happen if you don’t cough up Uncle Sam’s twenty million.”
With that, Larry pressed the remote and the screen filled with a notice that what I was about to watch was classified. Any divulging of the contents would subject me to a fine of $10,000 and up to five years in the penitentiary for each person I told.
“Which DVD is this,” asked Alice pulling my robe open and give my nipple a painful squeeze.
“Ouch, take it easy,” I said.
“Just warming you up, Marnie,” said Alice repeating the pinch on my other nipple.
“It’s the one with the Murrains,” said Larry putting his arm around me as he picked up my left hand and placed it on his cock. It felt warmer than the rest of him leading me to believe it had a heat source all its own.
“Oh good, this is the one I’m in,” said Alice.
As a picture of the Hoover Building came into focus announcing the film was a product of the FBI’s Public Information Department, I asked, “What am I watching?”
“The Bureau has created a special program for criminals who owe the government large sums. We’ve had to outsource their interrogation to keep the bleeding heart liberals off our ass. If you fail to recover and turn over the funds your husband stole, you will be declared an Enemy Combatant under the terms of the Patriot Act and rendered to our facility overseas for interrogation,” said Larry.
“We call it the spa,” said Alice almost giggling.
“That’s ridiculous. I’m not an enemy combatant,” I said watching the credits. This was not some amateur film shot with a hand held camcorder. It looked very professional.
“Your husband’s boat exploded on Lake Superior, an international waterway, a terrorist act if ever there was one,” said Larry condescendingly.
“But I had nothing to do with that,” I protested.
“Marnie dearest, there are little people like you in this world and big people like Larry and me. By act of Congress, we can do whatever we want. Now shut the fuck up before I twist your nipples off,” said Alice taking hold of my dug for another painful three sixty.
I could have sworn the person doing the voice over was the same one who did commercials on television. He had a deep melodious voice as he provided back ground on a young Miami couple named Louis and Consuela Murrain. I watched intently as the DVD recounted their resume vitae.
Consuela Morales was born in Cuba and came to this country at age two. Her father was a lawyer who established a successful practice. There were pictures of her as an infant, her first Holy Communion, cheering on her high school football team, being inducted in the National Honor Society, and graduating as valedictorian. She went on to Florida State and eventually got her law degree and passed the bar.
Louis Murrain was also the son of Cuban immigrants but he was born in this country. Similar to Consuela, there were a series of growing up pictures ending with his passing the Florida bar.
The final set of background film was taken from the wedding video of the couple. There was quite a bit of wedding included. Consuela made a gorgeous bride. And her family went all out to make it a memorable day. The couple had met in college, dated, moved in together and eventually married, nothing particularly exciting or different about that.
Louis had gone to work for a large Miami law firm and Consuela joined a smaller boutique partnership specializing in criminal law. The narrator referred to Consuela’s employer as the leading, “white powder” firm in south Florida.
The Murrains made a handsome couple. While Louis was nice looking, Consuela could turn heads. There were several shots of her in a power suit with a short skirt that reminded me of the television show, “Ally McBeal.” The woman had great legs. And there was one shot of Louis and her at a pool party where she was wearing a minimal bikini. The woman had a very good figure and her sculptured abs showed she worked hard to keep it.
It turned out Consuela had not only looks but brains because she rapidly became the one of the leading pleaders for several major drug dealers in the area. Louis’ career was much more modest. He specialized in real estate transactions, handling closing for local banks.
“This part is boring the shit out of me,” said Alice. “Can’t we skip to the good stuff?”
“Marnie needs to understand who the Murrains were so she can identify with them. The background shit is there for a purpose,” said Larry huffily.
After a few more minutes, I learned that the Murrains, thanks mostly to Consuela, moved up the economic ladder. They bought an upscale house on an inland canal and joined the country club. Consuela looked downright hot in a tennis skirt.
Somehow, the FBI learned that Consuela moved from being a lawyer to a player. There was telephoto surveillance video of her at a pool side meeting with a Ramon Ochoa. According to the DEA, he was the leader of the local cartel and a muy mal hombre. She not only snorted lines with Ramon; she wound up in bed with him. At least that was the inference since after a serious make out session in which he half undressed her and she sucked his cock, they headed inside to find a bed.
The next part showed Agents Tyson and Magnuson leading a tearful and handcuffed Consuela and Louis from their Miami home.
“The camera adds ten pounds,” said Alice watching a view of her and Consuela’s rear ends as they walked toward a police car.
I doubted the camera made Alice’s butt appears twice as large as Consuela’s but I kept my mouth shut. The woman knew how to pinch a nipple so it hurt like blazes.
The next scene showed a private jet taking off from Miami airport as the announcer said the two had been declared enemy combatants in accordance with the Patriot Act. They were being transported overseas for interrogation. I gave thought to asking about whether their civil rights were violated and why was Louis arrested since he represented lenders in home closings. But I decided not to bother. They were the FBI and they could do what they want and fuck whomever they had a hard on for.
“Where is that,” I asked watching the jet land?
“Military airport outside Alexandria, Egypt,” said Alice.
“That’s supposed to be a fucking secret, Agent Magnuson,” scolded Larry.
“The New York Times reported that the spa was in Egypt,” said Alice.
“But you didn’t have to confirm it, stupid,” said Larry.
“Fuck you, asshole,” said Alice starting to lose her temper.
“Why is it that once you eat some cunt’s pussy, you fall in love and start to tell her everything. Stop acting like a love sick dyke and be professional,” said Larry getting equally angry.
On screen, the two were led off the plane and handed over to a group dressed in military uniforms of what I assumed was the Egyptian army. The officers wore impeccable uniforms and were handsome in a cruel way. The enlisted men looked like the dregs of the earth, typical Middle Eastern army. The Marines had chewed up and spat out several of its kind.
You could see everyone was pleased to have someone with Consuela’s looks to interrogate. As they loaded them in a truck, one of the sergeants was lifting her skirt. Around me, things were heating up.
“Don’t call me a dyke. You’re nothing but a fucking queer and I’ve got the pictures to prove it,” shouted Alice.
“You ever show them to anyone and I’ll bust a cap in that fat ass of yours,” said Larry starting to rise up.
I could picture gay males going gaga over Larry’s member but I had other matters to occupy my mind. I was seriously concerned the two were about to go looking for their pistols. “Calm down, everyone, I thought you wanted me to watch this.” On screen, the army truck was driving way. Right before they lowered the tarp, you could see that Consuela was on her back in the truck bed and the Sergeant was taking position between her legs. Apparently, her interrogators believed in beginning the rape phase early and avoiding sloppy seconds.
I was surprised my intervention worked. Larry muttered, “Sorry.” Alice responded with her own, “Sorry, you’re not a queer” and reached across me to give Larry’s cock a friendly pat.
The next forty five minutes were sickening. It began with a gang rape in an outdoor courtyard of what I assumed was a prison. The Murrains were naked, side by side, tied over some kind of rough wooden bench with their butts pointed skyward. The bench was designed for anal intercourse since the fucker was mounted on top of the fuckee’s ass screwing almost straight downward.
There were two long lines of scruffy-looking young soldiers taking turns. An officer was supervising. After each soldier blew his load, the officer stepped forward to deliver two blows with his cane to the pair’s backside. It was a flexible bamboo cane, the kind that bent during the downswing. It made a loud snapping sound when it landed.
Sergei and his goons had caned me with something similar so I knew how it felt. It’s pure hell delivering a hot searing pain that wrenches a scream out of you that leaves you breathless. The sensation rushes straight to that part of your brain that measures agony and sets off all the alarms. Being caned between anal rapes is about as bad as it gets. The officer and the men were obviously having a good time. It’s a part of the world where one of the few things people can enjoy is hurting others. I’ve been to the hell hole called the Middle East. The population is subhuman.
The film’s producers hadn’t skimped on video or sound quality. During the opening credits, I noted it was Dolby-4 and Blu-Ray high definition. You could see the bamboo cane depressing the flesh and hear the ear splitting shriek that followed. There were close ups of raw rosebuds leaking come, shit, and blood. Some one had wedged a thick wooden dildo in Consuela’s vagina. I wasn’t sure whether it was there to prevent the rapist from going into the wrong hole or to tighten up her asshole. It looked like it had been hammered in place.
Both Murrains were perspiring heavily and pleading for the rape to stop. Each time they felt a soldier drop his load, they began screaming for the officer to spare them the cane. He always ignored their request. Maybe he didn’t speak English.
“The spa treatment starts with an anal gang rape of one hundred each to soften you up,” said Alice. “Think you could handle a hundred butt fucks, Marnie?”
“What choice would I have,” I asked watching as a well hung Egyptian mounted Louis’s shit and blood stained asshole. Before I did strap on sex with my meticulously clean husband, I had to connect a rubber nozzle to a shower faucet and wash his ass out. True love is being willing to clean out your man’s ass before you fuck it.
The flex douche was another of my Internet purchases. Dan told me he enjoyed the anal cleansing almost as much as having his butt plowed with the strap on. Nobody had cleaned Louis and Consuela’s rectum out; but it didn’t seem to bother the enlisted men who plowed through their shit without hesitating.
“At least, a broad has two holes, a guy has to take it in the same hole all the time,” said Larry commiserating with his own gender.
Ever so often, the officer would reach into a nearby box of a white substance and sprinkle it on their back causing the Murrain to go crazy with pain. It put them into a frenzy as they twisted and screamed. The men in line thought it was funny as hell and tried to get their cock inside before they calmed down.
“Salt,” said Larry telling me something I had already guessed. Sergei had rubbed salt into the abrasions left by the cane. The pain is incredible. You want to die.
“Looks something like a Swedish Rodeo,” said Alice.
I couldn’t contain my curiosity. “What is a Swedish Rodeo?”
Larry chose to answer. “You stick your raw cock up a girl’s asshole as far as it will go; then you grip her real tight and whisper in her ear that you’ve got AIDS.”
Alice chose to finish the explanation. “Then you see how long you can hold on before the girl bucks you off.”
On screen, a hysterical Consuela was doing her best to buck off a well hung Private who was busily massaging Dead Sea Salt into her cuts. “I don’t suppose that ever really happens,” I said.
“I’ve seen a guy do it to a girl in the back room of a bar. But he didn’t really have AIDS and she was from Georgia. She went shit crazy. He had to knock her out so he could finish fucking her,” said Larry sounding worldly.
I suppose being an FBI agent gave you the opportunity to observe different sexual practices. The gang rape ended with the officers delivering a flurry of blows followed by more salt. At the end, a squad of soldiers carried the almost lifeless couple away.
“They owed the government money,” I asked?
“Ramon Ochoa gave Consuela twenty five million to hold. Or at least we thought he did but since she never told us where the money was, we may have got it wrong,” said Larry.
“Just like I don’t have any twenty million,” I said.
“If you’re not talking after thirty days at the spa, we’ll know we made a mistake,” said Alice.
“Even the FBI can’t be right all the time,” said Larry philosophically.
The scene had moved indoors. The pair was in a large room, wrists and ankles bound to a metal bed frame that was stood on end so they were vertical. At first, they were hard to recognize. Their heads had been shaved. Consuela’s mane of dark curly locks was missing and she didn’t look that great without it. When she opened her mouth, you could tell some of her front teeth were missing. One of Louis’ eyes was slowly shut. Apparently, they had both been badly beaten but that didn’t make the final DVD cut.
“The electrical part makes me horny,” said Alice slipping her hand inside the crotch cover of the dildo harness to work her clit.
“Me too,” added Larry using his hand to encourage me to stroke his semi-hard cock. “Electrical is big in Mexico. I got a friend in the bureau who did a three year tour in Nuevo Laredo as a liaison with the Federal police. They shock the shit out of you before they ask the first question. Those crazy bastards have a four week course to train recruits in how to interrogate prisoners with electricity. That’s why every police facility in the country got its own generator in case there is a power failure.”
“I’ve heard they like to work on the kids while Mom and Dad watch. And the bastards got no age limits,” said Alice.
“Right, your average Mexican is one tough motherfucker but they break quick when the police put a cattle prod up their five year old’s ass. People are savages. Wow! Did you see the way her tits bounce?” said Larry. “I’ve seen this fifty times but it always makes my cock hard.”
True to his word, I felt his manhood harden in my hand as we watched one of the officers repeatedly touch a forked-tipped cattle prod to the point of Consuela’s breast and pull the trigger. Her boob did take on a life of its own as it bounced up and down repeatedly while Consuela opened her mouth for a full throated scream. When he got tired of that, he moved to her clit and then to her mouth.
My father was a dairy farmer and he had a cattle prod he seldom used. Once, out of curiosity, I applied it on low power to my foot. That turned out to be a really bad idea since I couldn’t walk for an hour. I could only imagine how a fully charged Bull Zapper discharge felt on your tongue.
Larry was fully erect by the time the Egyptians connected up a dozen leads to Louis and Consuela’s sensitive body parts and turned on the juice. I watched in horror as they slipped an electrified probe in Consuela’s urethra. They alternated powering that with the ones in her vagina and anus. A big nasty looking clamp electrified her clit and the ones on her nipples occasionally emitted a small puff of smoke.
My God, I won’t be able to walk popped into my brain as I stroke his tumescence. He had grown huge and it had a classic flared head with a deep under lip. When he pulled out, the suction might bring my female organs with it. On a couple of occasions in the Marines, I’d taken on an organ the size of Larry’s. It was painful not fun and the next day, every step is an agony. I wondered how many females in the bureau had been,
“tysoned,” and whether they had a support group.
On screen Louis had a long probe inserted in his urethra that must have reached his bladder. He went nuts when they applied the amps.
“Those guys can make your piss boil in your bladder,” said Larry.
There didn’t seem to be much if any questioning going on. It was mostly torture for torture’s sake.
“You get the idea, Marnie,” asked Larry stopping the DVD then pressing the menu button on the remote before selecting, “Chapters.”? Christ, the FBI’s torture video worked just like the ones I received in the mail from Netflix.
“We’re not going to watch the whole thing,” questioned Alice still working her clit?
“Don’t have time if we plan on getting back to DC by dinner time. Lindsey is having another couple over for dinner and my ass will be in the dog house if I miss it,” said Larry as he used the remote to step down to the chapter named, “Finale.”
“Wife of yours has got you by the short hairs,” said Alice with a slight tone of contempt in her voice.
“I take my marriage seriously,” said Larry testily. “Family is the bedrock of America and what makes this country great.”
It was news that Agent Tyson was married. He wasn’t wearing a wedding ring and hadn’t hesitated a minute before he fucked me. My hand was getting him ready to do it again. He skipped over half dozen chapters with names like water boarding, racking, and branding.
There wasn’t much left of Louis and Consuela in the final scene. Their bodies were covered in welts and scabs, and their faces had those blank expressions of people who had been tortured out of their minds. Thank God, the finale was brief. While four enlisted men held Consuela down, an officer in a white coat stretched out her burnt nipples with a forceps then cut them off at the base with a scalpel. He cauterized the wounds with a red hot soldering iron. She still had the energy to scream although it was weak compared to her earlier howls. Next he removed her clitoris using the same technique. I felt a twinge in my pussy as he clumsily whacked away until the little man in a boat dropped on the floor then he soldered his incisions closed, no doubt causing an ugly scar. That’s what passes for surgery in that part of the world.
“Castration is so final,” said Alice.
“The Egyptians do it to all their women to prevent them from becoming whores. Someone ought to cut your clit off, Alice. Then you would quit being the biggest pig slut in the bureau,” said Larry.
“They can chop mine off the minute after they hammer your nuts the width of a dime, Larry,” responded Alice. “All the diesel dykes at the bureau love the next part.”
Louis Murrain was next. They tied off his balls with a piece of cord and stretched them out until they looked ready to rip off. A burly sergeant smashed them with a ball peen hammer. That got Louis’s attention. The camera lingered for a moment over the flattened balls. Next, white coat opened his scrotum with a scalpel and took out the destroyed testicles and tossed them on the floor before closing with a red hot iron. The final scene was of the Murrains lying on the stone floor looking lifeless.
“What happened to them,” I asked?
“They’re back in Miami living the good life,” said Larry cheerfully.
Somehow I didn’t believe that was true.
“So you got six weeks to turn over the twenty million,” said Alice or wind up like Consuela. If we find your husband alive, he’ll get the same treatment as Louis.
“Think about it while you suck my dick,” said Larry placing his hand on the back of my head forcing it to his cock.
I sucked my first cock in the eighth grade and I’ve lost count of the ones I’ve sucked since. Unlike some women I like sucking a man’s cock and get turned on doing it. I think my enthusiasm augmented by lust makes me a superior cocksucker. Anyway, I’ve never had any complaints.
There are average sized cocks like my Dan’s that you can swallow right down to the balls and stick your tongue out over your bottom lip to lick their nuts. That drives Dan crazy. I love to press my lips tightly around the shaft and slowly descend its entire length providing a tip to base mouth stroke. An average cock can be positioned at the opening of your throat to give an added thrill especially when he shoots his load straight down your gullet. A talented cocksucker can do a lot with a normal sized penis.
But Larry Tyson’s was anything but normal. It felt like my jaw hinges were going to dislocate as I struggled to get the head in my mouth. About all a girl can do with a Tyson is to suck the head while you stroke the shaft and play with his balls. You can take it out of your mouth to lick and mouth the nuts while you stroke the shaft. But as far as true mouth work goes, you’re limited.
I was performing my way through my giant cock repertoire when Larry changed the rules of the game. He lifted his legs and grabbed his big toes rotating his anus toward my mouth. In yoga, that’s called the, “happy baby,” pose. Larry’s happy baby meant he wanted a rim job.
“Ass licking time, cunt, watch the magic hole,” said Larry using his buttocks to flex his anus back and forth, exposing his rosebud. It’s a trick some people are good at. The first time I ever saw it done was in the John Waters’ film, Pink Flamingoes. One of the characters could turn his anus inside out for the camera. I watched it my freshman year in high school with a bunch of girls on a sleepover. Then we each attempted to emulate the character. High school was a happy, care free time that ends all too quickly.
On the second flex, his hole popped open and a loud fart escaped right into my mouth during an inhalation. I didn’t think it was funny but Alice and Larry burst into laughter. I ignored their childish prank and applied the tip of my tongue to the center of Larry’s sphincter. Larry had the kind of relaxed asshole I associate with bisexual men. He didn’t tighten up as I pushed the tip of my tongue past the opening. Alice had mentioned she had pictures of him fagging it and I didn’t doubt more than one dick had preceded my tongue.
“Give my hole a tongue bath, Marnie. I couldn’t figure out how to make your bidet do the job so I’ll let you handle it,” said Larry relishing in my humiliation. If you really want to put a person down, make them lick shit off your asshole.
I ignored the taste and aroma of fresh man manure. He’d move his bowels after his shower and he wasn’t like my Dan when it came to anal hygiene. Giving a guy’s not so fresh butt hole a tongue bath was something I’d only done before when I was drunk or under duress from Sergei’s crew.
After I’d licked his hole clean, Larry forced me to acknowledge my lack of delicacy. “You a shit licking pig slut. Aren’t you, Marnie?”
“True,” I replied between licks. Actually, I’d been through worse with Sergei’s bunch.
“Marnie’s a scat queen,” added Alice who had slipped off the couch and taken a position at my rear. I could feel the Annihilator Missile being positioned at my vaginal opening. I told myself to relax that it wouldn’t kill me although I wasn’t sure.
“Let’s see if she can drain my tank and not spill a drop. Put your mouth on the tap and maintain a seal, Marnie,” said Larry.
“If you spill it, Marnie, I’m going to find a pair of scissors and cut your nipples off,” said Alice giving me an incentive.
I fitted my lips over the head and anchored them to the underside of the flare and waited for my cocktail. It wasn’t long in coming.
“Four cups of coffee and a glass of OJ and it’s all yours, Mrs. Wagner,” said Larry releasing his flow. As soon as my mouth approached full, I gulped everything down. I kept at it, breaking into a sweat from the warm urine. I didn’t count the mouthfuls but it was double digits. I was feeling full by the time the dregs of his bladder were stored in my stomach.
“Good job, Piss Drinker,” said Larry setting up and grabbing a handful of my hair to lift me so he could look down at my swollen belly.
“You warmed her up,” said Alice rubbing her hand over my rounded abdomen. “Now, let’s see if she can handle my fake dick.”
I groaned as I felt the head of the Annihilator Missile stretch the opening of my vagina. It took determined and painful shoving before the oversized head popped past my opening. Eight inches was far beyond its normal circumference. I groaned as I felt the walls of my vagina being forced outward.
“Did I tell you to stop sucking, cunt?” asked Larry as he slapped the side of my face hard.
I went back to work on Larry’s cock as I felt my birth canal expand to accommodate the Missile. Alice placed her chubby paws on the top of my shoulders for leverage and slowly pulled herself eleven inches deep in my body. I’m not sure where in my birth canal it landed. The pressure was intense and I could taste piss that had been forced back up my esophagus.
“She take it all,” asked Larry resting against the couch as I sucked his cock?
“Yes, every fucking inch,” said Alice starting to slam into me. The Missile was advertised to give a rough ride and the walls of my vagina felt every one of the bumps along the shaft as she rammed it home then pulled back to my opening for another punishing thrust. It was rubbing me raw.
“Now this is what I call girl fucking. I’ve got to get me one of these,” said Alice warming to her task.
“Put your fingers in my ass, Marnie,” said Larry.
I wet two fingers then slipped them in his butt as I reached between my legs to work my clit. My index finger found his prostate and Larry moaned and I tasted a drop of pre come.
The Missile was not about pleasure but pain. The walls of my vagina were screaming bloody murder each time it traveled deep inside me. I was almost at the end of my rope when Larry ordered me to climb up on his lap and replace the Missile with his cock.
I squatted over his crotch taking his penis in my hand and guiding it into my opening. He was roughly the same size as the Missile but the lack of bumps made it a smoother ride as I lowered myself to take him in me.
Larry worked my nipples to help me establish a rhythm of raising and lowering myself. I contracted my abdominal muscles to squeeze his cock in hopes he would eventually orgasm and my nightmare fuck would end.
“Did your husband take this baby up his ass,” asked Alice pressing the tip of the Missile against my sphincter?
“No, just the smaller dildos, that’s too big for me, Alice. Please get a smaller one,” I said in the belief she would burst one of my internal organs and I would die. Somehow the thought she was going to penetrate my rectum with the Missile hadn’t occurred to me. I almost panicked at the thought of having Larry’s mega cock and the Missile inside me along with a quart of fresh piss.
“Quit your fucking whining before I slap you silly,” said Alice. Alice may have been chubby but that didn’t mean she wasn’t agile as she balanced on the edge of the couch to acquire the optimum angle for insertion.
It took serious pressure for her to bury the Missile inside my ass. I was almost out of my mind with pain when I felt the leather crotch of the dildo harness grind against my butt.
“Let’s make this a fuck she never forgets,” said Larry wrapping one hand around my neck and the other my breast then applying pressure.
“Fuck her to death,” said Alice grabbing a handful of my hair and yanking my head back, straining the tendons in my neck.
They didn’t kill me but there were times they came close. Larry choked me and crushed my boob as Alice sought to break my neck. All the while, there were two large active poles inside me causing intense pain and pummeling my urine filled belly. Depending on your point of view it was either the greatest or the worst sex possible.
“Going to blow, bitch,” said Larry pushing me back down on to the floor to where I was face level with his cock. “Open wide,” he said as he grabbed the sides of my head in a vise like grip.
I opened wide as he forced it past my lips over my tongue and down my throat. I really hadn’t thought that possible. It felt like one of the fundamental laws of physics was being violated as his cock head expanded my gullet. His hips jerked forward further embedding himself until my nose nestled in his pubic hair and my chin pressed into his scrotum.
His penis was in a place none had gone before. I could feel it pressing on my larynx. My gagging and choking made it better for him. Relief came with his orgasm. His body convulsed and I felt something slimy flowing down my esophagus. It was reminiscent of eating boiled okra, a dish few outside of myself love.
Larry let out a triumphal cry as he avoided my taste buds and went direct. Relief came when he finally pulled out and whipped his cock in my hair. But I wasn’t done.
“I need to come,” said Alice handing me the strap on harness. She’d removed it while Larry was finishing in me.
I was sore in a dozen places and exhausted but I wasn’t willing to pass up a chance for some payback. “Suck it up, Marnie,” I told myself as I adjusted the waist buckles on the harness to fit my much slimmer body.
Larry wandered off toward the kitchen as I took position between Alice’s heavy thighs and placed the Missile’s tip at the entrance to her vagina.
“Give it to me, Marnie and make it hurt,” said Alice closing her eyes.
I rammed it home with all the force my muscular body could handle as I leaned forward took her fat nipple between my teeth and bit down.
“Bite me harder,” was her response. So I did.
After a while, she instructed me to switch the Missile to her ass. I fucked Alice in both holes with all the strength I could muster. All the while, my incisors were leaving bloody impressions on her boobs.
The problem with trying to hurt her was that she loved being hurt. Finally, I managed to grind the pad of sharp rubber nodules mounted on the groin of the harness against her clit and the crazy bitch came. She clutched my head to her breast. My teeth surrounded her areola and chomped down causing me to taste blood.
I rolled off her to find a fully dressed Agent Tyson standing nearby.
“Get dressed, Alice. We got to haul ass if I expect to make Lindsey’s dinner party,” said Larry.
I lay there on the floor not moving as Alice squirmed back into her tight short skirt.
“See you in a month, Marnie. And remember, if you don’t turn over Uncle’s twenty million, you going on a trip to the land of the great pyramids,” was Larry’s parting remark.
Surprisingly, Alice leaned down and kissed me goodbye. I lay there until I heard the front door close then I slowly got to my feet and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower.
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