{ASS} NEW - The Tiny Toy .. 2/3 .. by PRED

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So, that's how Cancer Cunt fell in love with yours truly. I'm
sure you're all as fucking touched as I was. Hallmark Hall-of-Fame
sentimentality aside, though, the situation did conjure up some
fiendish possibilities for your truly. Fate had bestowed upon me the
perfect little toy for my diversions, and I am nothing if not an
opportunist.
I dragged Cancer Girl back inside the club after our
diversion. She looked like she'd just been hit by a bus. Her
drunken, broken body lay in a heap where I dumped it, on a couch in
the back of the bar. The café cunts spied her and drifted over
one-by-one, until they were all encircling like she was some kind of
fucking guru, their eyes wide with awe and envy as Rachel described
the horrific thrash fucking she'd just withstood.
Only Julie was absent. She hadn't reappeared yet from the
men's room. On my next cig break an hour later, I drifted into the
men's room for a piss and a quick check on my anorexic ass slut. She
was still bent over the toilet, her face lapping at the water in the
bowl. I walked up. The guy drilling her bony shit chute made room
for me in the stall, still pounding away while I lifted the bulimic
bitch's face out of the commode.
"How many is this, pig?" I asked her, whipping my own
piss-filled dick out.
"18," she gasped as the man slammed into her.
"How many of you guys still haven't gotten any of this?" I
asked the crowd loitering about. Three guys were standing in line
waiting there turns. One of them raised his hand slowly. He was
about three hundred pounds and his soft, flabby dick was already
hanging out of his fly, dribbling piss uncontrollably. His wobbly,
drunken knees barely managed to keep his huge frame standing. PERFECT
.. "You almost done there, sport?" I turned to the guy ramming
Julie's blasted, bloody ass pipe.
"Almost," he grunted. "Fucking bitch's ass is all loose man.
Can't fucking feel a fucking a thing hardly. Hold still, CUNT!" he
snapped at Julie, taking her head and hammering it against the chrome
piping behind the toilet. Her eyes rolled around in her head like
marbles. Drool poured out the corners of her slack jaws.
I took that opportunity to insert my dick between her swollen
lips and piss down her throat. She gagged on the hot stream and tried
to pull away, but I held her head to my dick and hosed down her
throat. She quit struggling and just accepted my piss then, chugging
it like she was shot-gunning a sizzling hot beer. I fucked my
half-hard dick along her tongue while I used her face like a urinal.
When I was all in, I held my position and wiggled my ass around so I
could shake out every last drop.
"Suck it all out, you fat pig," I hissed as I shimmied my hips
around her face. "Every single fucking drop."
"That's fucking beautiful, man," the guy pounding her ass
huffed. "Piss down the cunt's throat. Make her choke on it."
"That's the general idea, ace," I pulled my dick out of her
puking windpipe and used her hair like toilet paper, wiping the last
stray drops of pee into her now tangled hair. The mixture of toilet
water, piss, cum and hair spray had left her once coifed tresses a
matted mess of sticky clumps and slimy locks.
"There you go, you fucking cunt," the guy boning her ass
leaned over and squat-fucked a powerful cum into her broken butt. He
pressed her chest against the edge of the toilet bowl and began
butting her head into the chrome piping again. Her ribs cracked while
he pumped every last spurt of spunk into her once-tight ass. She was
so stretched-out and loose now, that his cum quickly bubbled out her
sphincter. As he milked the remaining hardness out of his six-inch
tool, his cumshot leaked down her the back of her thighs along with
some loose shit, blood and the residual spunk of seventeen other guys.
"All done," he finally laughed, pulling out of her, and kicking her in
the gut.
The little teenage cum trough puked into the toilet bowl,
swirls of red blood and greenish-yellow bile congealing in the
frothing mess that already floated in fetid pool. I pulled her puking
face up out of the commode and dragged the drunk behemoth over. "You
fucking pathetic excuse for a whore," I spit in her face. "Look how
revolting you are. You can't even get this fat disgusting tub of goo
hard." I shoved her face into the blimp's limp, shriveled dick.
"Come on, you fat cunt. Get old tubby here hard."
The guy drunkenly butted his soft, two-inch schlong against
Julie's sobbing, desperate face, slapping his belly into her until it
smothered her in loose, smelly flab. Suffocating, she tried to yank
free, but I pressed her gasping mouth into the massive rolls of
reeking flesh that engulfed her. Realizing that I wasn't going to
release her until she elicited an erection, she frantically dug
through layers of sweaty, smelly flesh in search of the hippo's tiny,
shrunken dick. When she finally found it, she tried everything to
resuscitate it, kissing it and licking it with desperate abandon. But
his slimy, wormish cock just shrunk to even smaller, limper
dimensions, sliding like a garden slug from her lips, piss dribbling
everywhere.
"How the fuck do you expect me to EVER FUCK your fat, ugly ass
when you can't even get this blimpo loser hard?" I berated her. "Hey,
You'd better get this tub of shit's limp dick hard, or you can kiss my
cock goodbye forever, pig. Maybe you don't really want my dick that
bad, cunt. Is that it?"
"No .." she bawled as she tried to suck some hint of life into
the drunk's flaccid prick. "Please .. I'm trying .. I'm trying .."
"TRY HARDER!" I kicked her bony, blasted ass. "Come on, get
him fucking hard! God, you make me sick. You know, I fucked your
little Cancer Girl friend, and she was sooo good. So nice and thin.
And look at you, you fat-assed disgusting fuck pig. You can't even
get a guy hard who's going to rape your pathetic ass. Why can't you
get hard, man?" I asked him. "Is it because she's so FUCKING FAT and
disgusting?"
"Yeah," he slurred. "F..fucking fat pig b..bitch," he
stammered as he staggered.
"You hear that, pig. You are TOO FUCKING FAT to even be
raped. How much weight do you think this flabby little porker needs
to lose, man? Twenty, maybe thirty pounds ..?"
"Thirty .. p..pounds," he stuttered as vomit poured out his
mouth and splashed on Julie's desperate, dick-licking face. "Fuck .."
he managed to gasp before he fainted in a puking heap on the anorexic
little fuck-zombie. By this time, Julie was too exhausted to do
anything but just lie there and whimper as the looped lardo crushed
into the cold floor. I felt the blimps' pulse, zipped up and turned
to the door.
"'Zat it?" one of the guys sounded positively crestfallen. "I
only got to go twice. I still got a boner, man .." he whined.
I pushed tubby's body up on Julie's broken body and spread his
elephant legs. Julie's bare pussy was now exposed. "It's all yours,
tough guy," I kicked open her legs, and she whimpered again.
"Cool!" the guy got down on his knees and stabbed his hard
seven-inch prick deep into the skinny teen's puffy pussy. As he
started slamming into her, she started groaning in anguish. This
jarred tubby into semi-consciousness, and he began to instinctively
hump up and down on the girl, drunkenly convinced he was the one
inside her. I watched her get crush-fucked for another minute or so
until her groaning just sputtered into a thin wheezing.
I exited the men's room and made my way over to where Vipin,
our fearless Pakistani Manager on Duty was chatting up some customers.
I hated the smelly suck-up. He spent all night in his office watching
TV, then emerged after 11:00PM, bullshitted some with some customers,
took his fucking dinner break, came back on duty around 12:30 then
started his closing procedures.
"Hey, boss," I walked right up to him and spoke in front of
the customers. "There's some strange shit going on in the men's room.
Some guys are raping one of the café girls."
"Wha.. you're joking, right ..?"
"Hey, I'm not the boss," I shrugged my shoulders. "That's
your call, skippy. I did my duty." I winked at the customers and
strolled back to the bar. By now, the circle of café girls had
drifted off from Rachel. Each one was working a different guy in the
room, and Rachel was passed out. I let her sleep.
A minute later, Vipin ran screaming from the men's room.
"Call 911!" he shrieked. "Everyone out of here. Get an ambulance
over here. Call the cops," he screamed at Jerry and me.
I hit the speed dial on the bar phone. "Lakeside," a female
dispatcher answered.
"Yeah, some chick just got raped or something in our men's
room," I explained. "This is the Breakers Bar. You might want to
send a cop and a meat wagon over here."
"Give me that phone," Vipin howled, tearing the phone from my
hands. "This is an emergency .." he started jabbering.
I was bored already, so I walked away. I went to my tip jar
and counted the money. $175. That was okay for a night's work. I
guess we could close early. "Hey, you people!" I started shouting as
I clanged the Last Call Bell. "That's it. Party time's over. Some
chick just got raped in the men's room, and unless you all want to be
answering a lot of police questions 'til 5AM I'd started booking out
of here."
A lot of the men in the room started hustling their dates out
of the bar. I kept clanging the bell and yelling "5-0, Raped Girl,
5-0 .." until Vipin pushed me away.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he was still screeching.
"Hey, I got the bar cleared, didn't I?" I gestured to the
empty room. Only Rachel remained, crashed on the couch. As the cops
started pulling up, I pocketed my tip money and strolled over to the
couch. I lifted Rachel up like a bag of trash and threw her over my
shoulder. I quickly crossed the room and headed out the backdoor.
It was about a five minute walk back to my apartment building,
and seeing that Cancer Girl was so light I wasn't even winded when I
got there. "What ya' got there, man?" Eric asked from his usual spot
on the couch.
"Fuck toy," I replied, carrying Rachel's rag-doll body into
the room.
Darcy, one of the 16-year-old hostesses at the restaurant, was
face down on Eric's lap snorkling his dick while he watched Sports
Center and sipped a Bud Light. Darcy was a little chunky sow with
dyed red-hair and a rosy-cheeked, lightly-freckled cum-target for a
face. When she hit twenty, she'd just be another Jerry Springer
guest, but at 16 she was still low mileage and baby-fat cute. Eric
wasn't like me. Sure he liked the underaged stuff like any real man ,
but Eric only had the energy and ambition to snag one young cunt a
summer and use her like a dick rag. This summer, Darcy was the lucky
little dick ditch.
"Man, is that that fucking Cancer Girl?" Eric asked in utter
amazement.
"Yeah," I lifted Rachel's drooling head. "Say hi to Eric,
cunt," I told her. I then opened her lips with my fingers and
mimicked her squeaking voice. "Hi, Eric," I mocked. "I'm Rachel
Bernstein. I'm dying of cancer, and I'm a little kike cum dumpster."
Eric snorted his beer through his nose. Darcy giggled and
looked up. "Did you fuck her?" Darcy asked, her pea-sized teenage
brain fascinated with the grotesque possibilities.
"Yeah," I smiled. "That was some tight fucking pussy, too."
Darcy giggled.
"You want any of this?" Eric gripped Darcy's dick-sloppy lips
and squeezed her mouth into an obscene pucker.
"I guess," I sighed disinterestedly. I took the teenage slut
by the hair and pressed her mouth against the bulge in my crotch.
She knew the routine by now. Without using her hands, she unsnapped
and unbuttoned my trousers. Then tugged down the elastic waistband of
my piss-pungent briefs. I saw her wrinkle her nose slightly, and I
slapped her across the face. She licked the trickle of blood from her
lips, and crawled her lips down the thick, tattooed stalk of my cock.
"Come on, cunt, you know how to suck," I snapped at her, pushing the
back of her hard until she choked on my cock-head.
"Suck it, whore," Eric slapped her fat ass and then shoved his
whole fist up her pussy. He'd obviously been fisting her fat cunt all
night because he slid in all the way to his wrist, and she barely
grunted as he worked his ram in deeper with a twisting motion.
Between the two of us, we'd conditioned the little sow fairly well in
just a few short weeks.
I rammed my hips back and forth, smashing her nose against my
abs every time I thrust forward. She tried to relax and just take it
like we'd taught her, but she still wasn't thoroughly broken in yet,
and after about five straight minutes of throat and ass pounding she
began to whimper for us to stop. Pissed off, I pulled my dick out of
her mouth and replaced it with my hand. I forced my fingers inside
her mouth until all five were inside her straining jaws. Then I
balled them into a fist and start fist-fucking the other end of her
body. We tore her apart like a gazelle caught between two ravenous
lions.
By now Rachel was getting heavy, and I was ready for some fun
with my new toy. So I finally pulled my fist out of Darcy's mouth and
let Eric have all of her. "I'm taking my toy upstairs," I told him.
"You can have some later if you want. Bring up your pig and they can
put on a show. How does that sound, pig?" I asked Darcy. "You want
to eat some cancer cunt?"
"I .. I don't know .." she whimpered as Eric fist-raped her
fat young cunt.
"She will," Eric laughed. "You go have some fun. I'll be up
in a bit with the sow."
"Cool," we shook on it, and I hauled my toy upstairs, dumping
her on the bed. "What to do now?" I asked myself as I stripped. I
had this tiny little rape toy at my disposal for the rest of the
evening, and I wanted to make it count. As I stroked my dick, I
considered all the myriad possibilities. Slowly, as I watched her
wheezing in her drunken stupor, a plan began forming in my head.
From my desk, I took out my buck knife and sliced into the
back of my mattress. I began tearing the stuffing out of the mattress
until I had fashioned a hole large enough to fit a small person inside
.. a small, emaciated cancer-stricken cunt. Then, in the top of the
mattress at approximately the place where my crotch rested each
evening, I carved out a hole big enough for my toy's ugly little face
to peek out. Then I lifted Rachel's unconscious body off the bed and
stuffed it inside the cave I'd made inside my mattress. I slid her in
on her back, feet first and stopped when her face was aligned with the
hole. I then replaced the stuffing until the mattress was plump again
and she was totally entombed and unable to move. Then I lay down on
the mattress and slid my cock into the hole and butted it against her
face.
After about half an hour of this, she regained consciousness.
She started screaming when she realized she was trapped and
motionless. I got up and patted her head. When she saw my naked body
and my rampant dick, she calmed slightly. "Wh..where am I?" she
asked.
"Your new home," I told her.
"What?"
"This is where you live now," I explained to her. "This is
where you will sleep each night, in my mattress with my dick in your
mouth. You will suck me to sleep each night, and when I have to take
a piss in the middle of the night now I won't have to get up. I'll
just piss in your mouth and treat you like a human toilet. If you're
good, I'll take you out and rape you once a day, and if you're really
good I'll invite some friends over to fuck you, too."
I lit a cigarette and put it in her mouth. She sucked on the
end and seemed to consider my proposition. "Are you serious?" she
finally asked.
"What the fuck do you think?" I laughed. "You've got maybe ..
what .. five or six months left to live at the most. This was
supposed to be your big happy last summer, wasn't it ..?"
She nodded slowly.
"And how much fun have you really had until tonight?" I asked.
"None really .." she answered thoughtfully. "You're the only
guy who's ever even wanted to fuck me," she added.
"And don't you forget that," I reminded her. "You want me to
keep fucking you, don't you ..?"
"Mmm hm," she nodded. "More than anything in the world. I
want to spend the rest of my life being your fuck toy. You fuck so
good. My pussy is so wet just thinking about fucking you. Could you
fuck me again .. please ..?"
"First let's see how your little cage works." I lay back down
on the bed and shoved my penis into the mattress hole. A second later
I felt her thirsty lips lock around my cock-head. I relaxed my
urethra and let a stream of piss spray into her mouth. She sucked it
down intently, draining every hot spurt. As she drank my piss, I
began pounding my dick into her helpless mouth. Wrapped up in her
cocoon and unable to move her arms, she could do nothing but swallow
and suck as I bounced up and down on the mattress like a trampoline.
I thought about humping her to death like that, but stopped myself. I
still had plans for my little kike cancer girl, big plans.
After twenty minutes of bounce-fucking her mouth, I rolled off
the bed, reached into the hole and pulled her out by her head. Her
whole skinny, sickly body was bruised black and blue, but she emerged
smiling, with rape-bliss in her eyes. "Did you like that, freak?" I
asked her.
"Yes," she hugged my legs and kissed my feet. "I love your
cock."
"My roomie and his cunt Darcy will be up here in a few
minutes," I told her. "We want to see you two go lezz on each other.
You ever eat pussy before, Cancer Girl?"
"No," she shook her head slowly. "I .. I don't really like
girls," she kind of whispered.
"You like cock, though, don't you?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied.
"Well, you get all lezzy with Darcy, and we'll both fuck you.
How's that sound?"
"Okay," she smiled. "That sounds cool."
"I'll fuck your ass and let Eric fuck your cunt. We'll double
fuck that diseased body of yours. How's that for cock, you little cum
dumpster."
"That sounds great," she beamed. "How big is his dick? Is it
bigger than yours?"
"He's about 8 inches I guess."
"Yours is bigger. You have to have like the biggest cock in
the world," she grinned stupidly.
"No way, baby. Wait until I get some of the niggers from the
laundry over here," I laughed. "Those boys have big, thick foot long
dicks. How does that sound, Cancer Cunt? You want some nigger cock
before you die?"
"Yeah," she giggled. "I love you."
"We'll see about that," I smiled. She watched me as I
rummaged through my desk and drew out my electric shaver. "If you're
going to be my little kike Cancer Cunt, you're going to have to look
the part." I walked over to her and plugged the razor into the wall
socket.
She looked at me curiously when I flipped the switch and it
buzzed. "Wh..what are going to do?" she asked.
"Shave your head," I told her. "You're a fucking kike, it's
time you got the proper look .." I commented as I ran the razor over
what remained of her hair. "You're going to be my little
concentration camp fuck toy. We're going to make you look just like
one of those cunts in Dachau. After we shave your head, I'm going to
tattoo you with a number, and then during the day at work you're going
to wear a big Star of David on your uniform. That way everyone will
know you're my little kike cancer cunt."
"If I do this will you fuck me every day until I die?" she
asked, tears in her eye.
"I'm going to fuck you to death, cunt," I told her point blank
now. "You will die with my dick inside you. I promise you that."
"Oh, thank you," she hugged me as I shaved the last bit of
hair off her mangy scalp.
"What the fuck is going on up here?" Eric walked into the
room, dragging Darcy in by her hair. She was crying and it was
obvious she didn't want to be there.
"I'm shaving her head," I told him. "She's Jewish, you know,"
I told Eric.
"Really?"
"Yeah, we're going for the concentration camp look," I
explained. "I always wanted to be a Nazi storm trooper and just rip
some kike's cunt out."
"Yeah," he nodded, "that would be cool."
"So, my little toy is going to play cunt-centration camp cum
dump from now on. Isn't that right, you filthy Jewess whore?"
"Yes," she smiled. "I'm going to be a dirty Jewish cunt and
get fucked until I die."
"Get over there and eat her cancer cunt," Eric jerked Darcy's
hair and kicked her ass so she went sprawling into Rachel. "Come on,
sow," he pushed her face into Rachel's diseased fuck hole. "I said
EAT!"
"Plwwwweaaseww," Darcy sobbed as Eric ground her face into
Rachel's emaciated slit.
"How's that taste anyway?" I asked, kicking Darcy in the ribs.
"Can you taste the cancer in there? Can you?"
All Darcy could do was weep and eat pussy. We'd trained her
to munch carpet on our command, and she had actually started digging
it. When I or Tony brought home a fresh slice of veal, Eric would
always bring Darcy by and let her break the cunt's lezz cherry. But
this time it was different. This time Darcy was resisting it. We
definitely needed to do more work on the chubby little sow. She
needed to do whatever we commanded whenever we wanted with whomever we
chose.
Eric and I took turns mashing her face into Rachel's pussy.
Rachel just ignored Darcy's protestations and focused on her own
growing stimulation. "Make her lick it right there," she gasped when
Darcy's experienced tongue stroked the sweet spot inside Cancer Girl's
clit hood. "Come on, bitch, lick it! Lick my cancer cunt right
there!"
Darcy had her eyes scrunched closed and the tears coated her
shiny, freckled cheeks while she worked her tongue against Rachel's
diseased ditch. "You want her fat ass, man?" Eric asked while he
rammed the chubby girl's face into Rachel's snatch even harder. "I'm
kind of tired. I've been fucking her raw all night."
"Yeah," I sighed. "I guess I'll fuck the sow's ass. How many
times did you do her up the pooper?"
"About three .. no four," he nodded. "Yeah, four."
"Well, I ain't gonna go rutting around in there with your
AIDS-infested splooge festering up her colon," I laughed, and Darcy
jerked her head up in terror. She didn't like to hear us joke about
Eric being HIV-Positive because we always fucked her bloody without
using condoms. For all I knew, Eric could have had AIDS, although I
doubted it because he was way too monogamous. If I have it, I don't
give a fuck. If I die, I die. I care even less for the cunts I
split. "Our chubby little porker needs a fucking enema." I hissed
before I strolled downstairs.
I searched the kitchen counter and spotted a full pot of
coffee still on the burner. Eric must have left it there from that
afternoon when I brewed it before work. By now it was piping hot and
quite thick and nasty. I fished under the kitchen sink for my enema
tube and bag, pulled them out, and trotted back upstairs with the
coffee and the apparatus.
"Time to wash out that stinking fuck hole of yours, pig," I
announced. Darcy squealed and tried to turn around, but Eric was
holding her in place while Rachel butted her bony hips into the sow's
bawling mouth. Darcy knew what was coming next, and she squirmed
frantically when she felt the tube tickle her ruptured sphincter.
Darcy hated "wash out" time, especially when the cleansing agent was
acidic and scalding hot.
I spattered a bit of the boiling liquid on the sow's chubby,
pale ass, and she shrieked. The molten muddy liquid sizzled against
her alabaster ass-flesh, and a pink welt appeared. That would be
pussing up in a few minutes. I dumped some more coffee on her ass and
up her spine. She thrashed about so wildly now that Eric had to place
his knee on her shoulder blades to keep her immobile.
I smiled as I poured the rest of the scalding coffee into the
thick rubber bag. If she didn't like a few spalshes on her back, then
she certainly wasn't going to enjoy the searing flood that was about
to wash out her bowels. When the bag was filled, I popped an acid tab
and dropped it in, too. I shook the bag up to get an even mixture,
then I attached the hose to the portal. "Time for your bath, sow!" I
chortled as I jammed the tube deep into her anal crevice.
"Noooooo .." I could hear her wail before I pumped the bottle
and her moans became a muffled screech. "AHHHHWWWGGHHHFFFFFF!" she
bellowed into Cancer Girl's pussy, while Eric pressed his knee down
into her back and crushed the wind out of her chubby, teenage lungs.
The coffee-acid cocktail steamed out of her asshole as it
churned inside her. She was thrashing about like a wild animal. I
reached down and found her clit with my fingers. I rubbed her button
sadistically while I pumped more and more scalding froth into her
farting ass-pipe. "HOLD IT IN, PIG!" I snarled at her. "I get any of
this shit on my mattress, and I will hammer fuck your cunt with the
claw end!"
"Whhllppp," she gurgled, continuing to munch Rachel's
cancerous muff while simultaneously clenching her shredded sphincter
so that none of the enema spilled out.
I pumped round after round of the steaming mixture into her
asshole. As she held it all in, her soft, pudgy tummy bloated out and
the LSD slowly soaked into the walls of her anal canal. "HOLD IT IN,
PIGGIE!" I hissed as I pumped the last volley of boiling broth into
bowels. "Hold it for two minutes so we make sure we've soaked and
disinfected every last inch of your polluted ass-pipe." CRACK! "One
." CRACK!! " .. Two .." I began counting off the time by slapping
her ass with the buckle end of my belt. To prevent her from thrashing
around even more, I placed the still-hot coffee pot on the small of
her back, listening to it sizzle into her creamy white flesh and
smelling the delightful aroma of seared veal. "If that pot falls off,
it's hammer time," I snapped at her. CRACK!!! "Is that clear?"
"Ygghhll," she blathered as she licked with a frenzy.
CRACK!!!! "Four .." I continued the countdown.
Eric had become inspired as he watched his fuck toy suffer,
and his dick had become enraged again. Easing off Darcy's back, he
scooted up until his cock head was right at Rachel's trembling,
drooling lips. "Suck it, you fucking freak!" he hissed, grabbing the
Cancer Cunt's head and jamming it down his hard, eight-inch shaft.
After undergoing several sessions with my tattooed
throat-raper, the little Cancer Cunt knew what to do when faced with a
good, brutal choke-raping. Just open wide, relax her mouth and become
a mindless, soulless, subhuman cock slot. Eric was ramming her pretty
good, too, smacking the back of her brittle skull against my oak
headboard while her eyes rolled around in her sockets like marbles.
I continued whacking Darcy's fat ass and counting out loud up
to two minutes. When I finally hit my second "Sixty," I slapped her
ass and told her she could release the now lukewarm liquid from her
ass. It sloshed out her asshole and I caught it in the coffee pot.
When she's pooped out the last little bit, I tugged her mouth off
Cancer Girl's pussy and put the coffee pot to her lips. She knew
better than to give me any shit at that point, so she let me pour the
frothing mess down her throat, being careful not to wretch or spit-up
any of it.
When she was done, I kicked her over the bed and onto the
floor. "I want to double stuff the kike Cancer Cunt," I told Eric.
"Get that thing out of her windpipe and get on your back. I'm going
to sit her on your tool, and then drill her bony ass from behind."
Eric grunted, slammed his cock into once more, then withdrew.
I picked Rachel up and threw her over my shoulder as Eric lay on his
back. Then I hoisted her up, spread her brittle legs and just slam
dunked on his pole. His eight-incher tore up into her diseased hole,
and she screeched in agony as his cockhead butted against her
diaphragm. Before she had a chance to readjust herself to a more
comfortable angle, I pushed her over and splayed open her microscopic
sphincter with my two index fingers.
I could hear the tender tissues inside her anal cavity tearing
as I pried open her asshole to the circumference of a quarter. My
cock was about three times as thick as that, but it gave me someplace
to start. I pressed my cock-helmet into the soft aperture and
battered it forward. She howled like a cat being skinned alive. I
felt myself grow even harder, This one could do it. This double
pronging could kill her. If I could just pound her hard enough.
"Come on, man, fuck the KIKE!" I shouted at Eric as I barreled down
into the dying girl's shit chute. "Tear her up, you fucking pussy
faggot! Let's kill this kike Cancer Cunt with our cocks. Let's
double stuff her freak body to death. FUCK HER, MAN FUCK HER SICK
LITTLE FREAK BODY TO DEATH!"
"Fuck yeah!" Eric grunted as he started pounding up into her.
Rachel's ass and pussy flesh was so thin and tender that I could feel
every thrust Eric made inside her. His cock felt like a baseball bat
as it slid back and forth behind the thin tissue that separated her
colon and womb. When I felt his cock butting into her, I rammed mine
in and out with an even for relentless fury. Her body was flopping
around between us like a dolphin flailing about in a tuna net. Drool
and vomit splashed up through her gurgling lips as her shaved skull
cracked repeatedly into the headboard.
"Fuck the freaky fucking cunt," Darcy spit from the floor,
watching us cock-murder the diseased creature she'd been forced to
pleasure. "This is so fucking cool. Kill her with your dicks."
"DIE YOUFUCKING KIKE CANCER CUNT!" I tore into her with a
bloodlust I'd never known before. Every dick-stab eviscerated her
further, and my rape-saber was now soaked with more and more blood on
every backstroke.
"Oh, fuck yeah, RAPE MY SICK FUCKING BODY!" Rachel howled as
we shredded her cunt and ass like twin cheese graters firing up her
tender, diseased holes. "KILL ME WITH YOU FUCKING DICKS! GOD, I WANT
TO DIE WITH YOU BOTH FUCKING ME!"
"Come on, you kike freak," I hissed in her ear. "Die for me.
Die with my dick stuffed in your worthless cancerous asshole."
"Harder," she snarled. "Come on, harder. Kill me. Kill my
worthless body. Fuck yeah .. yeah .. yeah .. FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!" she
wailed before she colapsed in a convulsing fit.
Eric and I both rode out her massive seizure, using her
spastic body to milk every last bit of pleasure from our engorged
fuck-spears. "We're doing it, man," Eric screamed in delight. "We're
killing the little freak with our cocks. Oh man, that feels so
fucking excellent!!! Oh, fuck, can you feel that, man?"
"Shut the fuck up and let me enjoy it!" I slapped him on the
head. I closed my eyes and savored every last jerk and twitch of what
I knew had to be her death throes. This would be the crowning glory
in a career of monstrously inhuman banging. I was literally fucking a
woman to death.
She sank into a swoon .. her death swoon. "Ohhhh,' she
purred, a smile on her sickly, ghoulish face. Eric thrust into a few
more times, trying to elicit more spasms, but she just lay there now,
embracing him and purring as we pronged her two obliterated holes.
She slowly turned her head up and flashed me a blissed-out,
zombie-eyed gaze. "I love you," she spewed, reaching her tiny hand
out and stroking my hard abs tenderly. "I love you so much."
I couldn't help it, then, and neither could Eric. We flooded
her cancer-ravaged guts with our hot, virile spunk. She started
moaning in ecstasy again, and riding out the fury of our orgasms with
a passionate bump and grind.
"That's it, dump all that hot cum in me, you studs. Fuck your
little kike Cancer Cunt. Use her like a fuck toy. Fill her up with
cum and rape her like a whore. Oh, yeah .. yeah .. yeah .. OH FUCK!"
Then she came again, in a series of multiple orgasms that popped off
like a string of fireworks, one after the other, while her body
gyrated and undulated like some ghastly, insatiable succubus. "I love
you .." she kept repeating. "I love your cock. I love being your
kike Cancer Cunt. Fuck me to death. I want your cock to be the last
thing I feel before I die. Rape me. Rape me like a dirty,
concentration camp cunt .."
I listened to her blather as I pulled my smoking dick from her
devastated ass-pipe. Blood and shit was everywhere. I couldn't
believe she was still alive, that she seemed to be thriving instead of
dying. Eric crawled out from under in utter disgust. He kicked at
Darcy and herded her out of the room. I heard him kick her some more,
and then I heard a crash as she tumbled down the stairs. Mildly
curious, I stepped outside and looked down the stairwell. She lay in
a heap at the bottom, her barely conscious body twisted and bleeding.
Eric fed her his dick and made her suck him to hardness. Then he bent
down, mounted her and pounded her back against the wall until he head
swiveled around like she had no neck bones left.
I turned back around. "Time to get in your cage, Jewess!" I
hissed. Rachel smiled and obediently crawled inside the bloody,
shit-stained and urine-soaked mattress. A moment later, her face
popped out the hole. I was fucking exhausted. I flopped down on the
bed and inserted my still semi-hard dick in her mouth. I relaxed and
let a stream of piss hose down her eager, thirty throat. "Iggl
lovgglll youggll" she gurgled. I buried my face in my pillow and went
to sleep with the feel of her lips worshipping my hard, tattooed cock.