"Oh fuck!" Jack shouted, laughing and covering his mouth and nose. "You're such a dirty bitch! You're sleaze, Mrs. Welch! You're slime! You're such a gross, disgusting whore! And you're so fucking beautiful!"
"Please don't say those things about me," Rachel whimpered. "Jack, why can't you be nice to me? Why can't we be like lovers?"
"Lovers?" Jack laughed again, his mockery crushing the last shards of the beautiful housewife's self-respect. "You're not my fucking girlfriend. You're my slave. You're my whore. Who the fuck would want to have a hot-pants slut like you for a lover anyway? You cum all over yourself at any nasty thing that happens. Shit, all you're good for is being a slave whore. But don't be sad. You're a real fucking good one. This afternoon I'll give you a fucking good chance to prove it, too."
Rachel groaned in shame.
"Now, Mrs. Welch, there's something that I want you to do for me," Jack said, his voice thick with lust and contempt. "Turn around and lean back down. And stick that big, sexy ass as high as you can stick it."
"Oh, Jack," Rachel whimpered sadly, but she didn't argue with his order. Tears ran down her beautiful face as she crawled around to do his bidding.
The paint tray was worse than Rachel had imagined it could be. The rusted tray was filled to the top with wet brown sludge. Flecks of yellow paint bobbed on the surface of the filthy water. Lumps of her shit poked through the toilet water like wet brown islands. Rachel almost threw up just from looking at it. Slowly, gagging helplessly and crying like a child, Rachel lowered herself onto the tray.
Her big, dangling tits hit the water first. Her elbows settled to either side of the pan, her bound wrists looping around the top. Rachel's dark hair dangled into the filthy broth. Rachel couldn't bring herself to touch her face to the putrid muck. She leaned where she was, her ass stuck up and out invitingly, her big, creamy tits soaking in the enema water. Jack stood at her side, his cock long and hard once more. She wondered what he was going to do with it – and her.
"Stop fucking around, tits," Jack said, stepping around behind her once more, stroking his hardened cock. "You know where your fucking face belongs. Put it there."
Rachel's sultry body shook as she cried, but she did as Jack commanded.
The water was so foul that it seemed to sizzle into Rachel's face. She held her breath as her nose broke the surface, then clamped her mouth tightly shut as her lips went under. Her eyes were clenched tight too, but she still shook with revulsion as she pushed her face into the tray of filthy water.
She pushed her face lower, following her teenage master's orders. She buried her nose in the pile of shit, then her checks and lips. She didn't stop until her nose was pressed against the bottom of the pan. Her head was almost completely immersed in the enema water, and her beautiful face was pressed snugly into a soup of her own shit. The only thought that kept the debauched beauty from losing her mind was that she was keeping her mouth and eyes tightly shut, that she wasn't snorting any of the filthy water or clotted shit up her nose. Surely Jack would let her come up for air sometime soon.
She was wrong. Jack pulled her arms out from under her. Rachel gasped in shock as her upper body smashed against the tray. Suddenly her mouth and nose were filled with a thick, soupy mixture of filth. She couldn't even struggle, because Jack pulled her hands behind her and kicked her legs out from under her. Before the voluptuous housewife knew what was happening Jack had tied her wrists and ankles behind her back.
Rachel's face came up out of the tray. Her sultry body was bent back like a bow from the terrible way Jack had bound her. Pain tore through her lower back. Her tits and stomach were pressed tightly against the pan. Her legs were spread wide by the strain of connecting with her wrists behind her back.
"You're looking good now, Mrs. Welch," Jack said with a chuckle, stroking his big prick. "You look real natural. I think I'm going to fuck your asshole now, you shitty old bitch. Then you'll be ready to do a little business for me."
"Oh, Jack!" Rachel sighed miserably between chokes and sobs. "Aren't you ever going to stop? I've never had a cock there before! I don't think I can take one!"
Jack laughed. He dropped to his knees behind her and fucked his cock up her tight shitter.
Rachel gasped in pure agony as Jack leaned his weight behind his prick and fucked it up her asshole. She tried to tighten her muscles and repel his bludgeoning cock, but Jack had prepared his strategy too perfectly. The big enema had loosened her asshole some, and holding it for so long had exhausted the rings of muscle in her tiny shit-chute. Now there was only stretching and tearing – and the terrible agony that came with it. Rachel uttered small, wordless cries as her shitter reached the limits of its elasticity and began to tear. Jack knew what he was doing to her, but he just laughed and fucked into her harder.
The big head of his cock pushed relentlessly inside her, followed by ten inches of wrist-thick prick. Rachel, bent backward, lying in a pool of shit and piss, bound hand and foot, helplessly took every inch of torturing fuck-meat. When his balls swung up to hit the lips of her cunt and his cock-hair flattened against her silky asscheeks, she felt as though she had been impaled on a baseball bat instead of a cock.
Then he started fucking her.
"Uhf! Uhf! Uhf!" Rachel grunted with each new fuck-thrust Jack dealt her. He plowed his cock back and forth through her tiny shitter as if he were trying to nail her to the bathroom floor. Rachel rolled helplessly back and forth as he fucked her asshole. Her tits and stomach pushed hard against the bottom of the paint tray, then raised up almost out of the water. Jack laughed at the sight of her big tits being slowly plastered with her shit and grabbed her by her hair so that he could force her face down into the muck as well.
"Drink it!" he shouted, almost out of his mind with excitement of fucking her asshole and having complete mastery over such a beautiful woman. "You've already sucked it up one way, bitch! Now suck it down the other!"
"Slow!" Rachel moaned frantically. "Slow! Uh! Slow! Uh! Please, slow! Please!"
Jack fucked his massive cock up her shitchute. Her ass was spread helplessly before him, and he could thrust right down into it. Each fuck-punch he dealt her smashed her defenseless body into the floor. The angle was perfect for him, but the most painful one possible for the enslaved housewife. Each new jab tore her overwhelmed asshole and the straining muscles in her lower back, arms and legs.
Jack dunked Rachel's face into the tray each time he fucked his cock up her ass. He held her down until he saw air bubbles rising to the surface. He rubbed her face into the shit that rose through the filthy water. Rachel didn't struggle against him. She let him turn her pretty head in any direction, push her face wherever he wanted. There was no fight left in the beautiful housewife, only slavish obedience to whatever her young master demanded. For Jack it was the most thrilling fuck of his young life. Rachel's asshole was virgin, so tight that it hugged his cock like a second skin. But the enema had lubricated her so thoroughly that there wasn't the slightest discomfort for him as he fucked the tiny, straining hole.
"You love it, don't you?" he hissed, rubbing Rachel's face into a big mound of her shit, then pulling her back so that he could whisper into her ear. "You love having my big cock fucking out your dirty little asshole! You love getting fucked really hard and getting your face smeared in shit just like the filthy pig you are! Tell me you love it!"