Hung, strung housewife

CHAPTER SIX

Rachel cried pitifully, hanging her head like a sorrowed mutt bitch. "Please, sir, let me let go of the enema now!"

Crawling back to the bathroom had been the hardest thing Rachel had ever done. Each time her knees pushed against the floor, lightning like bolts of pain shot up the backs of her lush thighs. Her lower back muscles felt as though they had been torn into little pieces. The pain from the enema was shooting all the way up to her shoulders now, like tiny fingers of fire burrowing just under her skin. Worst of all was the pain that sloshed through her bulging, water filled belly. With every move she made, the three quarts of water Jack had pumped her full of shifted and splashed inside her.

"Hold on, slut," Jack said with a smirk, stepping around behind her. "There's something outside I want to get. Move your sexy ass an inch, Mrs. Welch, and I'll have to hurt you real bad. You understand, big tits?"

Rachel nodded her head and waited in agony for Jack to return. When she saw what he had brought back from outside, she began to sob hysterically. She couldn't believe how cruel the teenager was being.

It was an old-fashioned white corset, a piece of clothing that had originally belonged to Rachel's grandmother. Rachel, who's waist was little more than twenty inches around and who didn't like sexy clothes much, had never worn it. Now, with her normally tiny stomach puffed to twice its size by the quarts of toilet water Jack was making her hold inside her shit-chute, she was going to be forced into the painfully restrictive garment.

"Please, Jack," she murmured, shaking her head beck and forth as her sobbing wracked her sultry body. "This is too much! Oh, Jack, why do you have to be so cruel to me?"

"Because it's fun," Jack said, a broad smile on his face. "And you love it too, you whore. Besides, what are you worrying about? I'm not going to bust you up. Not too bad, anyway."

Rachel stayed on her hands and knees as Jack wrapped the white corset around her. She whimpered as he strapped it on, tears running down her beautiful face, as it pulled snug against her bulging belly. But then the real pain began.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head as Jack settled his foot on the rounded hump of her ass and pulled back on the corset's straps with every ounce of strength he possessed. "Aggghhhh! Ahhhhh! Go easy! Please! Ohhhhh! Jack, you're killing me! Oh, it hurts so much!"

"Stop your fucking whining!" Jack shouted, pulling relentlessly on the strap that circled the back of the corset. His muscles bulged as he tugged on the slender straps of fabric. "I'm fucking helping you, you dumb old cow! You'd never have a waist this fucking tiny without me! I'm giving you the world's sexiest fucking figure, you big-titted pig!"

The corset was gauged all the way down to sixteen inches. As he tightened it past twenty, Rachel's enema-filled stomach began to gurgle loudly. At nineteen there was a pressure damping around her stomach that made her feel like a closed tube of toothpaste being squeezed by a powerful hand. At eighteen Rachel could feel the dirty toilet water squirting back from her bowels. At seventeen she couldn't breathe anymore, and her ribs were bending under the unbearable pressure.

At sixteen inches, Jack leaned so much pressure on the foot he had planted on Rachel's ass that he knocked the beautiful housewife flat on the bathroom floor. He quickly laced up the strap, then knelt to take stock of what the latest torture had wreaked on Rachel's body. He had never seen anything as obscene as the spectacle he had made of her.

Rachel's cunt was leaking pussy-slime and her ass was leaking water. Her creamy asschceks quivered and her cunt-lips squirmed against each other with wet, farting sounds. Her ass and hips looked enormous next to the inhumanly tiny band of her waist. And the contrast between her tiny waist and her massive tits was more incredible still.

Her hands were shaking, her lips were trembling, and her eyes were rolling back in her head. Best of all as her ass. The firm, creamy cheeks were vibrating from the strain of holding back the enema. Her ass humped back and forth in random, spastic movements.

"No!" she whispered, barely able to form words any longer. "Ahhhh – no! No, please, no!"

The agony she was feeling had passed beyond any possible frame of reference. It was in a league all its own now, bone-numbing, muscle ripping anguish that made her wish for death. Her stomach and sides and back were crushed inside an unyielding corset. She couldn't breathe, couldn't swallow, couldn't move without her agony multiplying itself by a hundred times.

"All right, Mrs. Welch," Jack said, pulling Rachel back up onto her hands and knees and sliding a big paint tray he had salvaged from the front yard under her quivering ass. "You can let that nasty old enema shoot out your dirty little asshole now. But first spread those big soft asscheeks apart so I can get a good look at the action."

"Yes, sir!" Rachel gasped. Jack loosened the belt from around her chafed wrists and Rachel used them to pry her asscheeks as far apart as they would go. "Is that far enough, lover? Can you see my nasty asshole real good?"

"I sure can," Jack said quietly, moving back far enough so that he wouldn't be splattered. "Let her rip, you sexy nympho."

Slowly, uncertainly, Rachel relaxed her asshole. Then she screamed.

There was a loud, wet farting sound. Her whole opened wide as a gaping mouth before the rush of the water. Jack laughed and held his nose. Then the enema started shooting out. Rachel screamed as her shitter spread wider than it had ever spread before, spurting a steady stream of water into the shallow metal pan. It felt to the sultry housewife as if she was shitting out her insides. The explosive rush of the enema left her feeling empty and abandoned. The enema blasted out of Rachel's pouting ass in an explosive geyser. It splashed into the paint tray so powerfully that water splashed back up on Rachel's wide, sexy ass and creamy, shivering thighs. The water was tinted brown and yellow, the yellow the piss that had been in the stool water when Jack pumped it up Rachel's unwilling ass, the brown shit that had lined the walls of Rachel's tight, tortured hole.

Soon other things were shooting out of Rachel's ass too. They were water-softened chunks of shit rushing out of her clasping shitter like logs carried down a waterfall. They hit the rising water level in the tray with huge splashes, splattering even more wet filth all over Rachel's creamy ass. Rachel clenched her eyes tightly shut, shamed beyond endurance by the knowledge that she was helplessly shitting into a paint tray for the perverted amusement of a teenage boy. But the degradation, and the act of excreting the heavy enema, made a powerful climax rock her luxuriant body.

The relief of shitting out the stomach-stretching enema made her asshole tingle with a kind of pleasure Rachel had never felt before. It made her cunt squirm and vibrate with excitement. The splash of filthy water back against her heated ass and thighs made Rachel shiver and twitch. She rubbed her satiny thighs roughly together, smearing her pussy-slime all over her creamy skin.

"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, pressing the side of her face against the floor as she emptied her bowels into the filthy paint tray. "Oh yes! Ohhhh, fuck! Yes, yes, yes – ah – no! Oh yes!"

"You're a real slut, Mrs. Welch," Jack said, admiration and contempt in his voice. "You're one big-assed, big-titted whore! Shit out the rest of the nasty shit and I'll give you a reason to do all that fucking moaning and groaning!"

The water had finished shooting out of Rachel's asshole. Thick black shit was plopping out now, hitting the water like bombs and splashing dirty water all over Rachel's big, creamy ass. The gorgeous housewife squirmed and moaned as her bowels drained themselves completely into the paint tray. Her beautiful face burned with shame, but her swollen pussy spurted and leaked.

"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!"

"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.