Freaky Honeymoon - A Reprise Chapter 1 More than three years had passed since Andrew and Marsha Tuffer had the good fortune to meet Emily and Charles who had turned their mundane existence into a life of thrill rides. The young couple's business ventures, all focused on providing the type of sexual entertainment secretly desired by a great number of ordinary citizens, had thrived to the point that the couple had become independently wealthy. The money they had derived from their businesses had grown spectacularly thanks to some extremely shrewd investments in stocks and property. This amazing success was due mostly from the tips and inside information their delighted clients had provided. The young couple had kept in touch with their sexual mentors over the years, but something always seemed to get in the way of a reunion. They were determined that nothing would interfere this time as the two of them had cleared their calendars and rented a flat close to a number of their business establishments. They were bound and determined to show Emily and Charles the time of their lives even if it brought them to near death from exhaustion. To seal the deal they sent the couple round trip, first class tickets along with some rather interesting photographs of some of their star attractions as well as nude pictures of the happy couple copulating and enjoying some of the edgier aspects of their married life. The photos they received in return indicated that Emily and Charles were still going strong despite the fact that she had gained some weight and he had managed to get even thinner. The short letter accepting their kind offer bemoaned the fact that Emily was carrying around some unwanted poundage that she couldn't seem to shed, while Charles was having a wee bit of difficulty meeting the exacting bedroom standards set for him by his wife and the younger mistress he had recently taken with her blessing. Unbeknownst to them, Marsha and Andrew decided to utilize their own organization to perhaps not only entertain their old friends, but also solve the minor problems they had alluded to in their missive. Their sexual mentors, the Landers, arrived and were soon ensconced in the well appointed flat their youthful proteges had prepared for their arrival. They all finally met downstairs at the bar and after a few drinks and a fairly decent meal, adjourned to the flat for a getting-to-know you again rendezvous complete with vibrators, dildos, restraints, exotic lotions and creams, poppers, which were once more very in as sex stimulants, and the promise of even more surprises once they ran through this group of toys and sex enhancers. The older couple were quite complimentary about the enhanced breasts that Marsha proudly displayed and Emily was eager to sample the large cock dangling from Andrew's crotch. However the sight of Emily and Charles in the flesh was a bit disconcerting, especially as far as Emily was concerned. The picture she had sent was almost an optical illusion, for once the poor dear disrobed, she revealed a body that was at least thirty pounds heavier than when they had first encountered the couple on their honeymoon. In the case of Charles, he could only be described as cadaverous, with his ribs almost poking though the papery skin covering them, and much of the rest of his pasty skin seeming to be hanging from the rest of his skeleton-like body. Worse still, in his case, twenty minutes of very intense fellatio from Marsha failed to produce an erection, a most shocking situation. Charles became quite agitated over his lack of response, but their hosts dismissed it as merely the result of a long trip, suggesting that perhaps Andrew and Emily would pair off for the evening and enjoy each other's bodies while Marsha was available for any kinky endeavor that Charles might wish her to perform. So while Andrew reintroduced Emily to his hard length of gristle, skewering her forcefully in a manner that she hadn't experienced in many long months from anyone, Marsha shamelessly masturbated and talked dirty to Charles in an effort to arouse him. It was not a lost effort for her as she did have a number of delicious spendings and later on she crawled into bed with Emily and ate her out until the pudgy woman went off like a rocket and then fell fast asleep. Finally to the surprise of Marsha, and the outright amazement of Charles, he managed to get an erection which he had Marsha suck and manipulate until he spurted a weak, watery offering and fell sound asleep minutes later. The next morning Andrew gave Emily another solid shagging and was rewarded with a healthy spending that soaked the sheets. Emily was in a greedy mood and so she immediately began suctioning the still hard tool that had done such an excellent job of stirring up her juices. On the other bed Marsha was trying to wake up the sleeping cock of Charles who lay there staring at the ceiling as she licked, kissed and sucked his limp length of meat. By the time Emily was feeding all nine inches of Andrew into her dripping maw, Marsha had decided that something new was in order for Charles. She made him place his legs up and then back allowing her access to his anus. She locked her mouth to his anal passage and began giving him tongue and then sucking that made him feel as if his prostate was being vacuumed out through his anus. Charles soon grew tired and had to bring his legs down. Marsha made him get on his belly and then she went to work on his bum with a vengeance, spreading his nearly flat bottom with her hands and going to town on his winking brown eye with renewed energy and enthusiasm. In the background she could hear the creaking of the other bed and the chanting of "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" coming from Emily as Andrew pummeled her juicy cunt, slapping against her bloated belly with each stroke he gave her. This drove Marsha into a frenzy and she began talking dirty to Charles, telling him she could hardly wait for him to begin buggering her tight bum, and begging him to make her his cock slave forever. She promised her ass and cunt not only for him, but any of his friends and even suggested that she deserved a sound thrashing with the cane on a regular basis for being such a greedy, needy slut-pig. He moaned and turned over so she could suck his hard cock and swallow another watery offering. At about the time she was gulping down his diluted seed, Emily was groaning and shuddering through not one but two large, lengthy, and very noisy, back-to-back orgasms. The two couples took turns sharing a shower which resulted in Marsha doing more than soaping her husband's genitals, despite him already having emptied his balls twice since awakening. Emily and Charles exchanged some rather ardent kisses and mutually fondled each other's private parts before stepping from the shower refreshed and eager to see what their hosts had planned for the day. Emily demolished a huge breakfast featuring kippers, eggs, a rasher of bacon and a variety of other foods that she seemed to inhale. Charles on the other hand ate sparingly, toying with most of his food as his wife devoured everything placed before her. This was not lost on their hosts who exchanged glances of understanding at the table behavior of the older couple.
Chapter 2 First they visited a private dungeon that was part of the young couple's sex empire. Even at this relatively early hour there were a number of customers busily being attended to by the staff of dominants and dominatrices. By means of a standard peep hole located within each cell-like structure as well as the main torture chamber, they were able to observe a man and his wife, both submissives, being put through their paces by a master and mistress. They looked in on the woman, reserving her husband for later in their tour. The thin, blonde who looked to be in her early 30s was stark naked except for a wide leather belt that appeared to be squeezing the breath from her as it sank into her stomach. She was stretched out upon a rough wooden table tilted at an angle, legs spread wide and securely bound to rings by strands of scratchy rope. Her wrists were also roped tightly and anchored to a ring in the table located above her head. A hooded, heavy set man, wearing only a leather pouch that contained his genitals, was using a studded strap to whip her pussy. With each blow that slammed into that angry gash between her spread thighs he cursed her for being a worthless slut unable to adequately satisfy any man worth his salt. She in turn was screaming for mercy between deep wracking sobs that shook her thin form. Although she had breasts that could best be described as shaped like crepes, their nipples had been pierced and large steel rings embedded in them. Her clitoris had also been pierced so that a thick steel bar could be installed in it. Almost every stroke of the strap found that fleshy nubbin before dragging down through her surprisingly wet trench, creating a shower of droplets from that ooze leaking steadily from her cunt. Andrew looked over to his guests and smiled at the way they were reacting to this rather violent tableau. "How long will she be whipped?" Emily asked. Marsha smiled and replied, "Until she either uses her safe word or his arm is too tired to continue beating her. I should mention that we hire our dominants for their strength and stamina. As far as I know, there hasn't been a case where the customer didn't crack first, no matter how long it took to bring them to that point. You'd be amazed at how these bags of skin and bones can take this type of punishment. I think they put themselves into some kind of trance so they really can't feel the pain they're experiencing, or else they're full blown masochists here for a good time, and we aim to please no matter how long it takes , just as long as they can pay the fees we charge for this service." "When the customer uses her safe word, is that the end of the session?" Emily asked this time. "It depends on what the customer originally asked for. I think this one get's a five minute rest and then the dominant begins to use the strap on her tits until she cracks again. That's when this part of the session will be over." Marsha's reply did not completely satisfy Emily, but she decided to wait for a more appropriate time to continue this very interesting discussion. The quartet walked down a corridor and peeked in on a scene taking place in one of the other cells. The customer in this case was the blonde's husband, and he was being attended by two leather clad women, one quite a bit younger than the other. He was rail thin like his wife and was cuffed to a rectangular wooden frame in a spread eagle configuration. Both dominatrices were naked from the waist up, their full breasts seeming to ignore the pull of gravity. They wore leather panties and high heeled boots that reached to their upper thighs. The older member of the team had golden nipple rings while her younger assistant wore metal spiders biting her stiff nipples. The man sported an erection that was astounding. His rigid member jutted from his groin like a flagpole and it twitched every time the older woman laid a cut of her whip across his back. The younger one was seated comfortably in front of him, licking his swollen scrotum and raking his erect cock with her long finger nails as he was whipped. "What an erection, I would give plenty to have that kind of stiffness just once a month!" The comment from Charles brought knowing smiles from the Tuffers. It was Andrew who responded, holding out some hope that indeed there was a chance that Charles could duplicate this state with his own sex organ. "He's been dosed with an underground drug not for public consumption due to some nasty side effects that occur in one man out of five who uses it. He has given us a signed statement authorizing us to utilize it as part of our service to him. His penis will remain in that state of erectness for at least four hours, no matter how many times he is forced to ejaculate. The best we've seen to date was from a youth of sixteen brought here by his parents to celebrate his birthday. He was brought to nine complete ejaculations and a number of what we call dry holes in the four hour period they worked on him. What made it even more amazing was when they had us give him another dose just before they left so he would be able to satisfy a rather large number of his parents' friends who were attending a party in his honor. We never saw them again and I've always wondered how he fared that evening." The Landers were transfixed by the brutal activity being played out before them. The one whipping him decided that he wasn't reacting as she wished. She substituted a short, leather sheathed club perhaps a foot and a half in length and came around to his front side. The younger one moved her stool and positioned herself in front of his bruised buttocks. She carefully spread his flat cheeks apart and began worming her tongue into his anal passageway, causing his super stiff penis to twitch and jump. Then the other one slammed the club into his hard cock, just below the throbbing head. His naked body shook with pain as his sex organ absorbed the full impact of the terrible blow. His face turned gray as the full effect of the pain took its toll on his body. She landed a second brutal blow somewhat lower and he vomited, most of it running down his heaving chest to form a puddle on the floor below his spread thighs. The final blow exploded against his testicles and he gave this weird half shout, half scream and vomited once more, this time only bringing up some bile and drool. The dominatrix moved toward him shifting her grip on the club and jammed it into the pit of his stomach forcing more bile from him and making his face turn a ghostly white as he fought to gain some air and failed. "Now that I've got this pig's attention, you come round again and I want to see him just on the verge of losing his load. Then little Nora here is going to give him another treat that he'll long remember." As she spoke the woman shook the club into the man's face. He was too busy trying to get some air into his lungs to pay much attention to her remarks. He would soon regret his loss of attention. Emily had been gasping and muttering to herself during this cruel exchange. Charles on the other hand was staring fixedly at the man's rock-hard cock and licking his lips. Marsha was frowning at the seeming loss of control by the dominatrix, but Andrew was taking the entire matter calmly, arguing that the man knew his safe word and evidently chose not to use it. One could also make the counter argument that trying to breathe took precedence over trying to utter a safe word to an outraged dominatrix. The younger one resumed her position in front, now diligently suctioning the head of his throbbing penis as her companion watched, tapping the club against the palm of her hand. He let out a yelp when her tongue began lapping his swollen scrotum and then he screamed as she got one of his aching testicles in her mouth and bathed it with saliva. Now she began licking up and down his twitching shaft, pausing at the head to swirl her tongue around to scoop up the precum that was dribbling from the tip. The other tapped her shoulder and she got her head out of the way and grinned evilly as the club came down on the top of his cock, driving the shaft back into his groin for a brief second. He bellowed in agony and thrashed helplessly against the bonds holding him to the frame. Little Nora came down a second time and he vomited as his body went into something resembling a convulsion. The dominatrix spit in his face and told him he was getting the cane next for his misbehaving. At this point Andrew tried to get the group moving to the next session, but they were rooted in place and would not leave. The one went back to work on his sore stiff penis, performing fellatio with practiced skill and making sure that he didn't get too excited. She accomplished this little feat by keeping a grip on his swollen nut sack and squeezing whenever he gave signs of coming close to ejaculating. The other took up a length of bamboo and swished it through the air to let her victim know that he'd be going to a new place in hell very shortly. Once she began tapping the tip of the cane against his ass cheeks the other one captured over half his throbbing meat stick in her mouth and locked her lips around it. Then there was a whoosh and a crack as the cane bit into his ass cheeks, splitting them in two. The other one bit down hard on his imprisoned penis and it jerked and twitched but he was unable to spurt because of the pain she was causing. There was another whoosh and another crack, this time lower on his buttocks, where the thighs and bottom were joined. He arched his naked body in agony and the other one just sat back and carefully watched his stiff cock for any signs of an impending ejaculation. Just to be sure she reached up and put his swollen scrotum between her hands and squeezed until his eyes threatened to pop from his head. The one caning him lost no time in delivering a dozen cruel strokes that left deep weals from his shoulder blades down to the backs of his thighs. Then on the thirteenth stroke, the one sucking allowed him to at last ejaculate and she watched with satisfaction as a stream of boiling cum arced from his quivering penis and splashed onto the floor. Later on he would be made to lick it and his vomit from the floor before being allowed to go to the next session where he and his wife would be tortured and humiliated further. At this point everyone watching this little show took a deep breath and sort of shook themselves from the activity that had just been played out in the little torture cell. Marsha summed things up rather neatly with the observation that these two were big time pain freaks and when it came to taking punishment they were in a special class.
Chapter 3 The little tour that the Landers were getting had been carefully choreographed by Andrew and Marsha. What was to complete it would certainly have meaning for Emily and her weight problem. They were heading for the "sty" as it was called by the folks who supported this area. It was open to overweight, actually obese, women and men alike. Despite having added thirty pounds in the past three years to her already plump body, Emily would have been considered a borderline candidate for this group.. Emily let out a gasp of recognition as soon as she got a look at the people in this large chamber. Currently it was occupied by five very fat women and one horribly overweight man. Marsha explained that the man was married to one of the other women in this session. "This bunch of pigs is literally eating themselves to death.They have just begun a session that will keep them busy for the next two weeks. The man hasn't been able to sustain an erection for nearly two years and nothing we've done to date had changed that. None of the women have had sex with men, some for as long as ten years; one is approaching her first anniversary without any cock except the artificial type such as vibrators and dildos. One of these five, who shall remain nameless, has been having sex with a large dog for the past two years but even that is not satisfactory as she continues to grow larger. Most of these people sign up for sessions that may last from one week to three months." "Each of these behemoths has lost on average five pounds per week while here, thanks to our unique approach which features the ingestion of vast quantities of urine coupled with consuming only food that has already been eaten and regurgitated by our staff members. All regurgitated food has been previously aged at least eight hours in its host's stomach, reducing its caloric value substantially and giving it an acid bite that makes significant consumption almost impossible, especially when all the liquid intake has an extremely high acid content as well." "While away from the facility the clients must adhere to a rigorous schedule of exercise combined with an approved diet that is prepackaged and delivered to their homes once a week. Failure to meet the goals of the program calls for severe punishments. This morning each of the failed members of the group, all six of them, will be punished for not meeting their goals." As she spoke a number of slim but fit men and women dressed in rubber and leather entered the chamber and began separating the clients from each other. Two of the women were tied down to low benches, their thick legs parted and pulled beneath the support. Funnels were jammed down their throats and the contents of a large plastic bucket was poured into them. The two fat women had no way to stop the pressure that began to grow as their flabby bellies began to grow even larger. Another of the obese females was hung from her wrists and a dominatrix stepped off the distance between herself and her target, preparing to use a bullwhip on her swollen body. Another was placed in a sweat box turned up to maximum temperature, and as she stewed, a hose was forced down her gullet and connected to a pumping station that would remove all traces of food within her belly and then be used to backfill her gut with double distilled urine, so acidic that it could produce stomach ulcers if it remained in her insides for more than a day. The last woman was strapped down on a table having her stomach pumped as she also received a huge enema. Meanwhile a line of staff members, mostly men, were beginning to give the two taking the forced urine ingestion some serious fisting. Finally the grossly overweight man was taking a machine controlled enema in conjunction with having his stomach pumped out at some very high speed to add to his discomfort. All the while another female sttaff member was squeezing his testicles as hard as she could as his eyes bulged from the terrible pressure she was applying to his family jewels. Marsha smirked and announced that these fat slobs were going to pay dearly for breaking the rules. She had planned a little surprise for the sextet that involved some large animals ranging from dogs to horses, as well as a bout with the electric chair which had just been set up for their exclusive use. Andrew and Charles could not help observing Emily's reaction to what was transpiring in this large cell. She was breathing hard, very hard, and it was obvious from the way she clenched her hands into fists as she watched the one having the skin whipped off her ass beg for mercy, that she was empathizing with these people, who nearly resembled herself. Later, over a lunch which Emily barely touched, Andrew made the couple an offer that was very difficult for them to turn down. To Charles he promised to restore his flagging libido through the use of special procedures that his company had developed to treat such problems. Naturally he guaranteed to turn Emily into a firmer, rounded version of her former self, once more a well padded, shapely, sexy middle-aged woman that any man would be happy to bed. He promised them more details as well as a schedule once they agreed to enter the special program that would be supervised directly by them. Charles and Emily looked at each other and shrugged, before nodding their heads in agreement with Andrew's plan. ( To be continued)
Freaky Honeymoon Chapter 4 That afternoon the Tuffers brought their visitors over to one of their sporting houses and gave them the run of the place. The Landers had brightened up considerably now that they had taken the opportunity presented by Andrew. Emily was somewhat relieved to know that she would not become a member of the sty, rather she would receive her treatments at another house owned and operated by their hosts. It was more like a hospital than anything else. However this hospital also had the kind of facilities that could and often were used to deliver massive amounts of pain and humiliation to those undergoing various therapies and treatments. Emily would have the status of an outpatient although many times she would remain in the house while recovering from surgeries and the like. Charles was looking forward to his first dose of Super Blue, which was the name Andrew used to describe the miracle cure for certain types of male sexual dysfunction. When he learned that the thin man had been dosed with Super Blue just before the beginning of that brutal session, his confidence in the drug had increased tremendously. It now made sense that he could remain so erect despite being brutally beaten while at the same time his genitals were tormented and stimulated almost continuously. Charles wondered just how long the man was able to take the brutal beating that the woman was dishing out to his naked body. Emily made an absolute pig of herself while at the sporting house. That afternoon she set a record of sorts, managing to have sex with more than half the male staff of the brothel as well as two of the more attractive young ladies that were also made available to her. It began in the parlor, where the female clients waited for their sex partners to make an appearance. There were two well dressed women sitting quietly, one smoking, the other staring at the picture on the wall opposite her. Both were in their late thirties and obviously well fixed. Neither could be described as beautiful or very well built, nor for that matter would they stand out in any crowd. Average was perhaps the best description one could provide of them. They glanced quickly at Emily and her escorts and then dismissed them from their consciousness. Andrew explained that he had arranged for Emily to be turned over to the tender mercies of the Dee men, except to her it sounded like demon, an altogether different type of boudoir companion. You can imagine her temporary relief when in walked, or was it pranced, three well built young men in their late teens or early twenties. They were wearing nothing but smiles and tight fitting, bulging jockstraps that promised the kind of male equipment that made spinsters, widows and even happily married women get wet at the thought of what type of pleasure would be forthcoming from those wonderful appendages. All Emily, who hadn't had any decent sex in nearly six months, could do was struggle to avoid swooning or ripping off her clothing and letting them have their way with her. Demon took on a new meaning when the trio was introduced as Daryl, Donald and Derick. Emily knew that she was no prize, but the "boys" did a good job of disguising their disappointment. She believed it was Donald who smiled and asked politely, "Pleased to meet you mum. What can we do for you this lovely afternoon?" Her face wrinkled at the use of the word "mum", and Donald heard about it . "I'm no one's mum, make a note of that fact. I'm here to get fucked royally by what is purported to be the best cocksmen in the city. Now enough talk, let's get down to it. Where will you be taking me? It better be close by since I'm postively dripping already." Her reply brought huge smiles from the three of them and this time Derick set down the ground rules for their little tryst. "For the cheeky types like yourself we start right here. After you've disrobed and allowed us to put you in cuffs so there's no doubt who is in charge, you'll be marched straight away to the exhibition gallery so all the clients can see what we'll be doing to you for the rest of the afternoon while they are resting up from their labors, or preparing to engage their partner in another skirmish. In a word you will sing for your supper by becoming the entertainment for all those now residing within these walls. I trust you are ready and willing to subject yourself to us and our rather gargantuan needs." Emily answered his query by swiftly removing her clothing until she was stark naked, then after having her wrists cuffed behind her back she was poked and prodded from the parlor and down a long corridor that led to the exhibition gallery where she would spend the next seven hours oscillating between heaven and hell as her flabby body was skewered fore and aft by what seemed like armies of sex crazed men and even a woman or two for contrast. The two clients just sat there in the parlor with their mouths wide and their breathing ragged from what they had just witnessed. Both would have soaked knickers by the time they finally were with their "dates". Had Emily heard the instructions the trio had received from Marsha, she might have suffered some anxiety as she approached the place where she would finally receive sexual relief and even catharsis of a sort. Even while she was escorted down the long hallway, her companions made disparaging remarks about her sagging breasts, flabby thighs, cellulite riddled buttocks and of course, her pot belly that hung out over her shaved pudenda, with the thick lipped, wrinkled flaps of flesh that guarded her dry,dusty, unused cunt. All this was about to change and Emily could barely restrain herself from racing towards the door so that they could begin fucking her to a frazzle. She was a little taken aback by the size and decor of the room. It was a large room painted completely in flat bone white. The overhead lighting was harsh and unforgiving, especially for a badly overweight woman rapidly approaching fifty. There were four television monitors mounted in the corners of the room, and even as she looked at them they all started to swivel into new positions, almost as if welcoming Emily and her escorts. In the center of the room was a mat that took up nearly half the total floor area. Surrounding it was a collection of pillows of various sizes, all of them either black or red. Then she picked up what looked very much like the table in her gynecologist's examination room. She correctly surmised that sooner or later she'd be strapped down on it, thighs spread and pelvic area available for anything that her inventive cohorts could come up with to do to her. She found it difficult to ignore the red rubber enema bag that hung from a stand beside the table, but she did her best to put it out of her mind. Emily shuddered when she became aware of the toilet located on the wall opposite the examination table. It stood there like a sentinel, a starkly simple piece of porcelain that had but one function. She also noticed the floor drain located only a foot or so from the base of the fixture, and wondered why such a feature had been placed in close proximity to the toilet. The more she thought about it, the more apprehensive she became. There was nothing good about this arrangement. Finally she beheld the display of sex toys that were mounted along one portion of a wall. There were at least a dozen different dildos ranging in length and girth from normal to unbelievable. She was positive that some were replicas of the sex organs of animals, which ones, she could not even begin to guess. There was a selection of shining vibrators in various sizes and configurations. Emily was sure that she would become familiar with many of these toys before she was allowed to leave this room. Her three companions now took center stage, making exaggerated bows in the direction of the cameras, and announcing their names and what was on the agenda for today. It was Daryl who made the introduction of their guest of honor. "In this corner, wearing the silver handcuffs and weighing in at ten stone plus who knows what else, is our worthy opponent, the amazing Emily. This ton of fun comes from merry old England and has seen many a summer and winter as she grew and prospered in our benign climate. Today we and some of our mates are going to attempt to whittle a bit of flab from this one's beefy body in a no limit fuck fest that we hope will provide both entertainment and some knowledge of just how the various sex organs of humans operate. I have been told that our worthy adversary is a three holer and we will do our best to keep all of them plugged and filled with as much sperm as we can manufacture. Now let's hear it for the amazing Emily." He took another deep bow and then he and his companions removed their jockstraps to reveal three lengths of semi-hard flesh that promised to become massive once filled with blood. The trio each produced, almost out of thin air, a small blue tablet that must be the super sex pill that Andrew spoke of. In one smooth, synchronized movement they consumed the tablets and stepped back with broad smiles on their faces to allow Emily the opportunity to witness the effect it had on their cocks. She could only gawk in wonder and amazement as the blood flow to their organs became a raging torrent, causing them to grow both in length as well as girth. Soon she was confronted by a collective penis that was at least a yard in length and easily two plus inches across. Emily wasn't quite sure how to react to this manifestation of her wildest dreams. She did however sincerely wish that she was two stone lighter so she could truly enjoy the stretching she was about to receive. For openers just to get everyone's juices flowing a bit, she was placed on her knees and introduced to the prongs that would be skewering her flabby body for the next few hours. Emily did her best, but she was unable to ingest more than a few inches of each massive hunk of cock that was force fed into her mouth. She gagged and choked, generating plenty of drool that coated perhaps the top half of each spike that would soon be stretching either her cunt or asshole to its very limits. Her prominent gut proved to be a severe obstacle to any plans for double penetrating her, although the trio tried various configurtions but were always thwarted by that bulging midsection that only allowed perhaps an inch or two to be inserted into one hole while the other was filled to capacity. This proved most frustrating to the Deemen, and Emily suffered greatly as a result. Soon they settled into a pattern that kept her mouth completely full at all times while another of the trio rammed and slammed one other hole until it felt as if it had been turned into pulp. Despite the discomfort, the disparaging remarks and the realization that any number of people were witnessing her humiliation, Emily began to squeeze off one orgasm after another as they tirelessly stretched her right up to the elastic limit. They moved quickly from one position to another; doggy morphed into reverse cowgirl then she was placed on her flank to be taken side-saddle, either hole now easily available for whoever was doing the honors. Through all the changes, the only constant was the relentless assault on her mouth and throat, as one after another each meat monster struggled to gain a little better foothold within her sore, stretched throat. For days afterward, Emily would not be able to speak above a whisper. At long last each of her sex partners finally unloaded massive deposits of cum in either her cunt or asshole. Thanks to the stimulants they had taken, their erections showed no signs of diminishing despite the fact that they had each ejaculated. Once more Emily was on her knees surrounded by a forest of thick cocks, all demanding her attention at the same time. What was an overweight lady approaching fifty years of age to do? Yes,that's exactly what she did, taking a deep breath and moving from one to the next, her tongue flickering like a snake and her cheeks hollowing as she sucked as much of these mighty guided muscles as she could hold within her mouth. Once again a round robin ensued and she was opened even more this go round; now they were going in deeper with much less effort required as her holes competely gave up the struggle against the relentless pounding she was taking. After about an hour of steady prodding and another round of ejaculations she found herself being strapped down onto the gyno table, her legs spread and held apart by the stirrups that came out like wings from the platform. All three proved to be quite acrobatic as they took turns clambering up onto the table so they could resume choking her with those everhard tools while another stood between her flabby thighs and pounded her poor cunt or winking asshole for all he was worth. By now Emily was becoming quite sore, so sore in fact that it was beginning to interfere with her enjoyment of the attention she was receiving from her three paramours. She made this fact known between mouthfuls of hard cock, and so they packed both holes with a lubricant that not only soothed her irritated membranes and overly stretched muscles, it also acted to desensitize her somewhat. Emily could now feel pressure and movement, but the level of discomfort was significantly reduced. Her holes now felt as if they had received an injection of pain killer, much as the stuff her dentist gave her when he worked on her teeth. She relaxed, closed her eyes and enjoyed the ride she was getting.
Chapter 5 All good things must come to an end and so it was for her trio of hard cocks. Once more they bathed her insides with a goodly amount of hot sperm and then took their leave pleading that they had a previous engagement to attend. However the fun was just beginning. Another threesome replaced the Deemen and these lads were just as well hung, and even meaner than their predecessors. Emily discovered this immediately as the table was cranked into a new arrangement that resulted in her head lolling almost perpendicular to the floor, while her lower torso was split as wide as possible. Then she felt this enormous pressure as something huge was slowly forced deep into her sperm sodden slot. Unfortunately for her she could not articulate her discomfort since a long length of gristle was blocking her throat quite effectively. Emily would have been somewhat amazed and perhaps even proud at what her gaping maw had just swallowed. Her sore, tired cunt was now stretched with a hard rubber dildo nearly a foot long and a good eight inches around. Naturally having her cunt stretched to this width forced a narrowing of her asshole, thus making it most painful in spite of the numbing lubricant when it was breached by one of these large cocks that were now pummeling her pudgy body. Her eyes bulged as inch after inch of thick manmeat was forced into her tightened asshole. This was not a pleasant experience, but she was too busy trying to get some air into her burning lungs to do much complaining. It seemed like an eternity before this monster departed, leaving her flaming asshole gaping obscenely, and oozing the remnants of all the previous loads of cum that had been hosed into her. Those watching on closed circuit television were given a view of Emily Landers' asshole that was utterly amazing. Things got even more interesting and more humiliating shortly thereafter. The thoroughly exhausted, fat, middle-aged woman was then given an enema, a rather large enema that if anything increased her overstuffed girth somewhat. As bad as that felt, things got worse when a butt plug was jammed into her winking brown eye, blocking any opportunity for the contents, that had recently filled the red rubber bag to the point that it bulged, escaping from her lower intestines. She was freed from the straps holding her to the table and forced to waddle towards the toilet located at the other end of the large room. As she made slow progress towards her destination, her companions took advantage of her vulnerability, slapping her broad bottom with sharp open-handed blows and mauling her pillowy breasts and yanking the nipples until she cried from the pain. The session had now taken on a decidedly dark phase, which struck a note of terror into the woman. She started to wonder what was to become of her. Would this sex session now turn into a torture session? That made her tremble as her mind began to produce images of her tormented body being cut, burned, and torn by her tormentors. Emily found herself squatting over the toilet, her cunt feeling as if a tree trunk were stretching it to well beyond its limit of elasticity, and that hideous bung blocking her from ridding her intestines of the load of water that was now roiling about, pressing uniformly on every square inch of that tough, but weakening coil of muscle. Now the nightmare began in earnest. She suddenly felt liquid streaming into one of her ears, and she turned to the source, which was one of those massive cocks that was now directing a powerful stream of yellow fluid against the side of her head. Then she felt another stream beginning, aimed to start to fill her other ear with its disgusting waste product. She burst into tears of frustration as the final stream of urine was played across her eyes and then down her face in a zig-zag pattern that ended against her lips. "Open your yap granny or we'll drown you in the golden stuff." She could not believe her ears, but she was rapidly beginning to panic. There seemed to be no escape from this terrible humiliation. Then she felt a hand grabbing one of her breasts and twisting it cruelly until she screamed and begged for mercy. Instead she was cuffed across the side of her head and the flow of foul smelling liquid continued unabated. The second time she was ordered to open her "yap", she complied and began swallowing some of that foul smelling and equally foul tasting liquid. Then just as she was sure that they were going to strangle her in a torrent of urine, the flows ceased striking her face and head, and now began splashing off her breasts and that embarrassingly large pot belly that she had developed over the last few months or was it longer? She could not think correctly right now. One of her tormentors finally got around to yanking the butt plug free and she began voiding what felt like an ocean of warm stinking fecal matter mixed with the water from the enema she had retained for what seemed like an hour. A hand grabbed her soaked hair and pulled her head up and back as the voice said, "Smile for your audience granny, I'm sure your fans want to get a good look at what they never want to be, namely a sow disguised as an old woman." Emily became hysterical at that point and it took a number of vicious slaps across her ashy face to calm her down. "Hurry up and finish your business you old sow, we've got plenty more left to do with you before the next crew takes a turn." Emily was beyond caring and she concentrated what little energy was left in her to the business at hand of eliminating everything that had been stirred up in her bowels by the enema. Then she got another unpleasant surprise that turned out to be more of a boon than a punishment. A torrent of cold water cascaded down upon her as she hunched her body over the toilet, still fighting the cramps that were periodically racing through her body. Her assailants stepped back and watched impassively as the water ran down over her body leaving pebbled flesh in its wake. By the time the shower was completed, the flabby woman was shaking uncontrollably from the lengthy soaking she had just been given. Now the punishment of her holes resumed with a vengeance. Emily was dragged back to the table and bent over the side this time, the straps holding her upper body flush to the padding and leaving her mouth and both holes at a comfortable height for any activity that this trio could devise. After a whispered discussion, they decided to use her asshole exclusively along with her mouth. In this portion of the session two of them alternated at her asshole, her cunt still filled with the huge dildo. One would sock it to her as hard as they could for perhaps a few minutes and then rest while the other continued the battering of her angry, raw, gaping hole. Meanwhile the third member of the group was amusing himself by seeing how deep he could push his hard cock down the exhausted woman's throat. Sometimes he would plug her so tightly that she could barely draw any air into her lungs; then he'd keep her in this suspended state while he watched one of his mates tear open her ravaged anal passage as she slowly suffocated. After half an hour or so, one of the group switched to use her throat. Now the dildo was removed from her cunt and the other two took turns blasting away at this relatively fresh meat, after making sure that her partially destroyed anal passageway was securely blocked with another monster dildo. Emily was sure she was on the verge of dying as they continued this merciless rape of her holes. Finally one after another they shot their last loads of boiling cum into her asshole and mouth. The one who blew off inside her mouth roared with laughter as his cum spewed from her nostrils and her face turned a sickly shade of blue. The pudgy, flabby woman was finished, or so she thought. There was yet another surprise in store for her. She was taken from the table and placed on the floor. Her legs were pulled up and then folded back until she was supporting her body with only her shoulders. Two of them carefully positioned themselves so that each could enter one of her holes as they held her steady. The third member squatted over her head and forced her to take his hard cock in her mouth. In her younger days she enjoyed being taken in what was known as the pile driver position, with her partner standing over her bent body and pounding his hard cock downwards into either her cunt or asshole. On occasion she had also been double penetrated in this rather precarious position. It had been many years since she had experienced this, and her added weight and its location made it most difficult for her to sustain and at the same time enjoy what was occurring. The two doing her lower holes settled into some type of rhythm and soon she was being simultaneously skewered with plenty of energy, while at the same time more and more of the third one's cock was being forced down her raw, burning throat. This air tight postion was sustained for only a few minutes, more for the challenge than any other reason, since she was well past the point of feeling much pain from the brutal rapings she had been getting for hours now. Finally they abruptly broke off this final humiliation and left her on the floor, trembling and sobbing as they departed for another assignment. By now Emily had almost lost contact with anything except the pain and humiliation she was experiencing. When she felt her body being gently lifted by soft warm hands, she made no effort to resist. Soon she was once more on the table, only this time there were no straps to hold her fast. She opened her eyes to discover two smiling female faces looking down on her. Like Emily, they were naked, but unlike the pudgy woman they were sleek with firm rounded breasts and bottoms. She closed her eyes and relaxed as they began to stroke her flesh and massage her raw, dripping holes that had been filled over and over with sperm. Then she felt the cold metal intruding into her anus. It was being pushed into her with a firm hand, but there did not appear to be any attempt to harm her. Her gaping hole swallowed the vibrator until only the last inch of the base protruded from the raw wound that was her anal entry. Now a second vibrator was insinuated into her sore, stretched cunt until it too nearly disappeared. Emily looked up just in time to see the smooth, waxed vulva descending toward her. It settled itself upon her face and wiggled until her mouth was locked to its entrance. It was then moved gently back and forth over her face and she pushed her tongue out so that it remained in contact with the smooth skin of the woman as she used her cunt to massage Emily's face. Now the other one had turned the vibrators on and they began to churn away inside her sore channels. Then she felt fingers parting her wrinkled cunt lips and making contact with the hood guarding her clitoris. It didn't take more than a few strokes for her clit to become erect and then the fingers were replaced with a warm, wet tongue that finished the job of bringing Emily to a shattering and totally unexpected climax. Moments later she was roused from her near sleep by a voice that asked, "Look what I have for you. I hope you can handle it all." The woman's eyes opened, and then widened in horror at what she saw once the warm, wet cunt was lifted from her face. Standing there with a crooked smile on her face was the other young woman with a monstrous, black rubber dildo jutting from her crotch. "When I'm done fucking you bloody, my friend, Alicia, will let you have a sample of her toy, which is even longer and thicker than mine." Emily's blood froze at the prospect of what lay ahead for her in this chamber of horrors. ( To be continued )
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