Pussy Whipped Wimp

                                       Pussy Whipped Wimp - Chapter 14

       I had rejoiced too soon at the intervention of my nurse and her supervisor. They had not come here to rescue me, but rather to make final arrangements for my transfer to a special facility they used for stubborn cases such as myself. My dear wife and her mother had agreed to pay them a rather large sum of money if my stay at the "spa" resulted in me revealing where I had hid my money and other valuables. I was too weak to resist as they put me in a strait jacket. Just before they buckled it up good and tight for my long journey, Lil and Roxy were asked if there was anything they wished to say to me. My mother-in-law just grinned and gave me the finger. To my amazement Roxy put her arms around me and gave me a french kiss. I was so stunned it was easy pickings for her to knee me in the testicles. She stepped back in time to avoid being touched by the vomit it produced. Even the nurse and her supervisor couldn't conceal their smiles at what my dear wife managed to achieve.

       Meanwhile I had fallen to my knees, badly skinning them, and only making me a better target for my mother-in-law who stepped forward and landed a couple of hard punches to the side of my head. My ears rang for many hours afterward. That portion of my send off now history, they buckled me up good and tight, hobbled my legs and dragged me out to the minivan parked beside the house. Two women jumped from the van and helped the nurse get me into the back of the vehicle. One of them stayed with me while her partner took the wheel. My companion reminded me of my dear wife physically except for her facial features, which   were sharper with skin that was tanned and freckled. I couldn't help but pray that her disposition would be better than Roxy's. We had been moving for perhaps fifteen minutes before the woman watching me said anything.

       "Hope you can get it up and keep it up for me. I haven't had any cock since we left the hospital, and that's a long time between hard dicks. The least I can do for you is give you some pussy before we get to the hospital, even though you're a hard case. They just love to turn hard cases into little pussies in more ways than one. So let's see what happens when I get naked."

       I was doomed. There was no way I'd be able to have any kind of an erection, let alone keep myself in that state. She'd probably lose her temper and beat me senseless if I was that lucky. Still I watched her strip off her top and wiggle from her slacks. She had a much better figure than my wife. Under that loose fitting top was a well-muscled body indicating she exercised and even might have gotten into bodybuilding. Her breasts were big and when she unhooked her bra they barely moved. When she rolled her panties down only a foot or so from my wide eyes, I was drawn to the mass of pubic hair guarding the entrance to her vagina. Without warning she grabbed me by my ears and pulled me so that my face melted into that jungle of thick, curly hair. Her scent was typical, a mixture of musk, dried urine and an odor that always reminded me of peroxide mixed with chlorine.

       She gasped in surprise and then groaned as I started licking and sucking as if my life depended upon it. Her hands grabbed my ears and used them as reins to direct my tongue to her sweet spots as if I didn't know where a woman's sweet spots were after my training by Lil and Roxy. I grunted and swallowed her juices as they oozed from her vulva. She moved so she was in a more comfortable position and I waited patiently for her to situate her body to suit her needs. That accomplished I went back to work and my tongue moved up her dripping tunnel of lust with her moans as background. I lost track of time, now there was nothing but her wet, seeping slit and those low moans indicating that I was meeting her needs for the moment. She kept moving her body from one position to the other, always presenting more space for me to seed with my saliva and eager tongue.

       I was unprepared for her next move, but should not have been. She swiveled around on my face and presented me with her anus. It was now pressing against my nose leaving me little room in which to work. She started to press harder against my nose and soon it was extremely difficult to breathe. I could hear her low laugh as she moved her anal opening from side to side and then up and down, giving me brief opportunities to get a breath of air. It was as if her anus was dancing on my face, and I waited for the next movement on her part. It did not take long in coming. I heard her command to start licking and I complied, twisting and twirling the tip of my tongue into that mysterious region. I couldn't help noticing that the air around her entryway was not as fetid as I imagined it might be. Thus encouraged, my tongue was joined by my lips in servicing this area of her muscular body. She moaned and then chuckled as my tongue corkscrewed its way past her tough sphincter muscle. Then to my amazement I felt my penis beginning to harden. How could that be?

       My servicing stopped for a few moments, causing her to react by spinning around so she could grab my hair and begin pounding my head against the metal floor of the van. I saw stars from the impacts that came thick and fast. I was on the verge of passing out when she stopped, leaned down and warned me that another episode like that and she'd make sure I went straight to the torture chamber just as soon as the van arrived at the facility. I begged and pleaded for mercy and she gave me a second chance. I eagerly returned to worshipping her anal passageway and doing exactly what she wanted from me. My penis was now limp as usual and I almost cried.

       Evidently I was pleasing her based on the lack of threats and physical violence. If only I was larger and more assertive, then nothing like this would have ever happened, or so I thought. My tongue was getting sore and swollen from licking her anus, but that was what she wanted and that was what I provided. At last she told me to switch to kissing that puckered button of flesh and I naturally complied. I developed a nice rhythm, each kiss at least ten seconds in duration, a brief pause of perhaps one or two seconds and then a repeat of the cycle. My mistress made small corrections that gave me virgin territory, so to speak, to worship. Time passed slowly, how much was beyond my ability to assess. Then she muttered something and moved away from me. For a moment I cringed, fearing that I had angered her by some action I'd done unconsciously.

       Her voice commanded me to start working on her feet and not to miss anything. The next thing I knew the bottom of her foot was blocking out my field of vision as she used my upper body as a platform while I licked and kissed every square inch of that less than pristine extremity. It took a lengthy period to make the trip from the heel to the tip of her longest toe. Then she moved her leg so that I was now working on the side of her foot, barely able to generate enough saliva to coat it properly. She amused herself by moving her leg one way and then another to frustrate my efforts to get every portion of that foot. All this was nothing compared to doing her toes.

       Each toe was sucked until it glistened, and my mistress was to be the judge. My first attempts were unsuccessful and she was most unhappy with me. She punished me by rising up and then kicking me squarely in the testicles with her bare foot. I nearly vomited, but refused to add more anger to what my mistress had already displayed. That did not save me from another kick to the same general area. This one went awry and I was spared a terrible fate. The next thing I knew she had thrust the front portion of her bare foot into my mouth and played with me as if I was some small animal. After what seemed like an eternity she calmed down and gave me a second chance to redeem myself. I became the best toe washer that ever lived. I sucked every digit until the stretched skin was soft and pliant. I even sucked each toenail to get the filth that had accumulated beneath it. For the first time I heard her sigh with pleasure.

       A few minutes later the van slowed down and then got off the pavement. The only light came from the small window separating the cab from the main portion of the van. Now the light came and went, indicating we were in a stand of relatively tall trees. My mistress moved away from me and started dressing. I wondered if that meant we were nearing our destination or were they going to exchange places for the next leg of the journey. It proved to be the latter, which once more put me in jeopardy.

       This one was tall, lean and very demanding. She was less than enchanted over the condition of my sex organ. Her attempts to harden it were fruitless and I paid a price for my inadequacy. My sore, swollen testicles were kicked and kicked again. This time I brought up a considerable amount of what I had eaten over the past two days. She stomped me as I rolled from side to side to escape her booted feet, screaming at the driver to stop the van so she could beat the snot out of me. Before the van came to a halt well after her order, she got me by the throat and was choking me. I was certain I was about to die, but the other mistress interrupted her attempt at murdering me. The tall one dragged me from the van and started once more kicking and stomping me as her companion looked on with a bemused look on her face. I truly feared for my life. Here we were out in the woods away from civilization and I was at the mercy of two persons who had little concern if any, about my well-being.

       When they removed my strait jacket I was thrilled. At least they weren't going to kill me. I was correct, but what followed still was terrible. The tall one immediately slapped the cuffs on me and kneed me in the privates. She stepped away and I fell to the ground as the hobble betrayed me. The other one sank the tip of her boot into my ribs a number of times. They took turns insulting my limp penis and started calling me a pussy whipped slut disguised as a man. Then the tall one grabbed me by the ear and forced me back into the van so I could clean up the mess I'd made. She and her partner watched me as I licked up every bit of vomit that I'd brought up from my belly. Still not satisfied they made me use saliva to cover the areas that were contaminated. To top it off a rag was produced and stuffed into my mouth. They made me kneel and use the rag to buff up all the areas touched by vomit. If I thought everything was over and done with, I was doomed to disappointment.

       My first mistress removed her slacks and panties and put me to work tonguing her vulva and the entrance to her vagina. The tall one had disappeared, but shortly returned and announced it was time for me to be corn holed. I groaned inwardly at the sight of the mammoth dildo strapped to her hips, the entire length bouncing up and down as she shook her hips. My first mistress seated herself on the edge of the van's cargo section and spread her thighs so I could give her more tongue and as she put it, "get her off". Meanwhile I could feel the head of that huge piece of plastic nudging against my anal passageway in preparation for its entry. When I felt her hands on my hips, signaling it was time, I steeled myself for the first swift burst of pain. It was not long in coming.

       The first surge pushed my face into the crotch of the one I was servicing. I screamed into that dripping maw as my sphincter muscle gave way and the head of that monster dildo made its entry. The pressure was intense, but for the moment there was no effort to move further. I heard the tall one's cackling just before she rammed about six inches of her weapon into my anal passageway. Now she used her hips to move the dildo from side to side, forcing the narrow channel to widen. My screaming grew louder and higher in pitch as the pain became more intense. I tried to concentrate my attention only on the vulva I was servicing, but failed miserably. The dildo was backed out until just the head was stretching my anus. I knew what was to follow and she did not disappoint me. It was like a freight train had been switched from the main tracks to a spur that led to my rectum through which it was now rolling. Then she started to do me good and proper, plumbing the depths of my rectal area with every stroke. I felt wetness on the lower portion of my buttocks and then it extended to the backs of my thighs. I naively thought it at first it was sweat from me and the woman corn holing me. Then I heard her say I was bleeding like a stuck pig and I became nauseous, my naked body shaking as I realized what she was doing to my insides. That was the last thing I remembered until they revived me some time later.

       They looked concerned, as well they might be. If I arrived dead on delivery there would be hell to pay and they would likely pay it. Their little games had pushed me to the brink and we all knew it. While I was unconscious they had returned me to the strait jacket. Then it dawned on me that my reluctant penis had once more chosen the erect state. They got me back into the van and the tall one decided to take advantage of my erection. Although fully erect, my penis was still well below average in both length and girth. That proved to be no problem with my sex partner to-be. She squatted over my groin and guided my hard sex organ into her very wet vagina. Perhaps sodomizing me previously with that terrible weapon had excited her sexually and now she sought relief.

       It was a wonderful feeling and I made the most of it. I found myself thrusting up into her as she bounced her body up and down on my penis. Soon we were matching our movements and she actually sighed with pleasure anticipating her rapidly approaching orgasm. Her scream of joy made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. She slumped over my body, my hard sex organ still buried to the hilt in her soaking wet channel. The other one whistled and told her to get off me so she could take a turn if there was anything left for her. My erect penis slipped out, coated with my sex partner's juices. She touched it and whistled again. I was hard and throbbing, and it looked as if my penis had gained another inch and gotten much thicker.

       My first mistress wasted no time getting naked and mounting my hard length of sex meat or "cock" as she called it. What hidden portion of my body harbored the energy required to properly satisfy this woman was a mystery, but satisfy her I did, in spades as she said later. By then the other was ready for more of the same and so I continued my efforts to make everyone happy and hopefully satiated. I had not had any form of relief since this mini-orgy began and wondered just how long I could continue my efforts. When she was done I was still hard and yet to ejaculate. Her partner was waiting for her turn once more and so I did as she ordered.

       My penis had grown substantially by now. I was huge in comparison to what I was prior to losing my ability to develop an erection. My two captors had gotten their fill in more ways than one, but were still fascinated at the size of my new sex organ. They also soon realized that I didn't have an ejaculation in all that time, and set out to do something about that. They took turns stroking my stiff penis, but were unable to get me off, which frustrated and angered them. That scared me so much that when the tall one stroked my penis while the other sucked it, I lost my erection from fear of what might happen to me if I did ejaculate. It was far wiser to become my normal wimp self, unable to do what real men did.  Returning to my normal state seemed to mollify them and so they closed up the van with me securely restrained and my belly filled with their urine. Just before we left they had taken turns making me swallow the contents of their bladders. I was certain this had been done more to reestablish their authority over me, than any attempt to further degrade me.

                                         (To be continued - rolf palsy)