"I love it!" Rachel cried. Her beautiful face was caked in shit and dripping with watery filth. "I love getting fucked really hard! I love getting hurt and fucked up the ass! Rub my fucking face in some more shit! It's all I'm fucking good for!"
Jack fucked her even harder, making her lush asscheeks jiggle with every hammering thrust. His cock dripped blood when he pulled it back out of her asshole, and that spurred him on to fucking her even harder. The brutal ass-fucking had torn her insides. Now Jack wanted to see if he could make her cum while he was fucking her bloody.
He pinned her face to the bottom of the tray with one hand and grabbed her hip with the other. Then he fucked her harder and faster than he had ever fucked a woman before. He whipped his cock back until only the tip of the prick-head was still squeezed inside the mouth of her asshole. He stabbed in until his hard stomach slapped Rachel's creamy ass with a loud smack. He was cock-whipping her, doing even more damage to her tattered shit-chute.
Rachel was drowning. The enema water was flushing through her nose and mouth. She tried to clamp her lips shut and closed them on a huge, wet mound of shit. Her lungs were filling with the filthy water, but she couldn't stop gasping and grunting. The brutal fucking she was taking from Jack rattled her whole body. The pain and shock from the repeated savage cock blows kept her from being able to control her breathing.
She tried to drink the pan dry, but most of the water went down the wrong way. She wondered if this was how she was going to die, fucked into insensibility while she drowned in a pool of water she had flushed from her ass hole.
The pain was incredible. Now her chest was burning too. Her head was pounding. The muscles in her lower back and silky thighs were pulled and torn. Her arms were being pulled almost from their sockets. Her whole was in shreds. Still Jack fucked her, his cock pounding her ass, his body smashing into the floor. And then he started cumming, spraying his salty, burning jism up her wounded hole.
Rachel climaxed with him.
She raised her head from the water as Jack shot his jism up her hole. She cried out like a lost soul, then slapped her face down in the biggest pile of shit that rested on the bottom of the pan. Her sultry body thrashed and twitched with her choking and her orgasm. She opened her mouth and sucked in the shit while Jack filled her whole with spunk.
"That's it, Mrs. Welch!" Jack shouted, holding her hips with both hands, rocking her ass back against his body-shattering fuck-thrusts. "Stick your face right down into that shit! You've come a long way from vibrators now, haven't you? Fuck, there's all kinds of shit that can get you off better than those!"
Rachel passed out from the pain, shame and shock, while Jack rubbed his cock over her rounded ass, smearing the creamy skin with streaks of blood.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rachel woke up to even worse pain than she had collapsed under. She woke up crying out in agony. And when she opened her eyes and looked around, she screamed even louder. She was in her yard again, and Jack was with her. But they weren't alone. There were dozens of boys Jack's age in the yard with them and they all looked horny. They were also all looking at her.
One boy was doing more than looking. He had a pair of pliers in each hand and he was using them on Rachel's defenseless body.
It took Rachel a moment to realize where she was and what had been done to her. She was spread-eagled between two trees in her yard, stretched tight and held off the ground. Thick chains wrapped around her wrists and ankles, spreading her body out helplessly for the inspection of the mob of boys. The chains cut into her flesh, and the pain of supporting her full body weight had already made her hands and feet go numb.
She was no longer dressed in the punishing corset. She had been cleaned up too. She wasn't completely naked, but what she had on shamed her so much, that she would rather have been. There was a silver collar cinched tight around her throat. It had been part of an evening outfit she had only worn a couple of times. Now it was a slave's collar. Five-inch spiked heels were on her feet. Those Rachel had only worn once. They had hurt her feet and she had hated them. The only other thing she was wearing was a black bikini. It was a tiny thing, little more than two pieces of see-through cloth. Rachel had always thought it looked like a whore's outfit, and she had only worn it a few times. Her nipples and cunt fur were fully visible through the transparent cloth. Having the bikini bottoms spread across her lush hips only made her ass look bigger and more inviting. And having the bikini top press her huge tits up and together made her cleavage look even more bountiful.
Tears tracked down Rachel's face at the thought of how much of a whore Jack had turned her into. He was standing beside her now, watching with a smile as the boy with the pliers pinched the soft, creamy flesh of Rachel's belly. When he saw that she was awake, he slapped her face hard, then stuck two fingers between her lips for her to suck.
"Glad to see you awake, Mrs. Welch," he said, sliding his fingers in and out of her mouth as she sucked them and licked them. "Meet the guys. They're here to help make your yard sale a success. The guy with the pliers is Dale. He spent twenty dollars for those, so I told him he could try them out on you before he took them home. He'll probably want to stick his cock in you too, as kind of a bonus. You don't mind, do you?"
"No!" Rachel gurgled around her mouthful of fingers. "He can do anything he wants to me, as long as you say so?"
"Right you are, whore," Jack said, his smile widening. He pulled his spit-wet fingers out of her mouth, wiped them clean on her cheeks, then slapped her again. "Let her rip, Dale. Guys, the next item for sale is this big old tow chain, so think about what you want to do with it and what you want to bid."
There was a wild clamor among the boys. Rachel heard it, but most of her attention had been captured by the boy who was standing in front of her. He was still fully dressed, but his cock, at least seven inches of hard, throbbing flesh, was hanging out of his pants. Rachel's mouth watered as she watched it swinging back and forth.
"Jack says you like all kinds of nasty shit," Dale said, catching the edge of her navel between the jaws of one pair of pliers and squeezing until Rachel mewed in pain and trembled like a spastic. "Do you like getting love pinches? Tell me how much you like it. Tell me you like me, too."
"I love your cock!" Rachel groaned, her voice shaking. The boy caught a sliver of flesh on her right thigh and pinched it until the housewife thought she was going to pass out. "I love sexy young studs! I love their big cocks and hot young bodies so much that I'll do anything, let them do anything they want, if they'll fuck me! Getting hurt turns me on too! I love you to fuck me while you hurt me!"
"Pretty good," Dale said with a smirk. The mob of boys was laughing wildly. "But I paid twenty bucks for this, and I want to play a little while before I shove my cock up your slutty cunt. Sorry."
Rachel cried forlornly. Then she screamed in agony as he pinched each set of jaws against one soft inner thigh. Of all the agonies she had suffered during her long day of sexual abuse, this was the worst. He had caught the softest, most sensitive flesh on her sexy body, the skin where her lush thighs merged with her quivering cunt-lips. And he was grinding it with every ounce of pressure he could put into the pliers.
Rachel thrashed against the chains that held her. She swung her head from side to side, as if trying to deny the horrible reality of what the boy was doing to her.
"You like that, don't you, cunt?" a boy screamed, spitting in Rachel's face. "Fuck, I bid twenty-five bucks for that chain! I'm going to whip you like the old bag of bones you are!"
At that moment Dale caught one of her pussylips in the pliers and squeezed.