THE DONKEY SOLUTION
Written By: SLUDGE
Email: jiwjiw11@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER:
The following story contains elements of an adult nature, and those under 21 years of age, or those who are offended by graphic fighting, bondage, non-consensual sex/rape should read no further.
Everyone else, please proceed and enjoy the plight of our heroine.
A. REFELECTING ON
RECENT EVENTS:
1.
WOW, I’M A SUPERHEROINE:
---------- Margie sat drinking a cup of coffee at her kitchen
table. She was dressed in red lace bikini panties, matching 4” red wedges
and an almost see through silky dressing gown that perfectly displayed her
lushly curved body. She was contemplating the events of the last four
months as she sipped from the china cup. It was 9:30 AM, still eight
hours until she had to leave for
A lot had gone on since Margie’s mother, Mona, had taken her to lunch four months ago and told her that she, Margie, was an Amazon super heroine. Astounded by this revelation Margie had sat with rapt attention and learned that her mother had been a super heroine for several years before she had retired at age 30 to raise Margie, her then 10 year old daughter. Her husband, Margie’s father, had died in a plane crash and Mona had felt compelled to stay home and be a full-time mother to her only child. Fortunately Mona’s husband had left her enough money to be able to live comfortably, without working, while she helped her daughter grow up.
Mona had never told Margie about her super heroine past or her daughters inherited super powers because she wanted Margie to grow up and experience a normal childhood and formative years. Margie had rewarded her mother’s decision by living it to the fullest with a happy vitality and enthusiasm. Under the somewhat indulgent rein of her mother, she grew from a vivacious child into and bright, sensuous woman. By age fifteen, Margie had developed a fully formed woman’s body to go with her gorgeous face, those two striking assets making her very, very popular with boys and men. She had begun dating early on and had found out quickly that she liked men almost as much as they lusted for her. This combination resulted in her being very sexually active to the point of being, what society would probably have classified as, very promiscuous - to a fault.
When that initial luncheon had ended Margie had gone home amazed by this life changing knowledge and, as the next few days went by, she talked endlessly with her mother learning the full dimension of what being an Amazon super heroine entailed. Once she had thoroughly understood what prowess she was blessed with, Margie had been eager to put her powers to use. The very thought of being able to fight crime seemed to be such a worthy endeavor that she had stars in her eyes.
Seeing her daughter’s enthusiastic response to her newly discovered super heroine status, Mona had both encouraged her and warned her. The credo and goals of the Amazons were very worthy but, like all things, there were also downsides to being a super heroine. Mona had explained to her daughter that one of the severe downsides was that criminals were devious, uncooperative and dangerous and, if they ever got an advantage over her, they would exploit their advantage mercilessly. Mona stressed that Margie had to understand that one of their favorite methods of exploitation was rape and most often gang rape. Margie was a little taken aback when she heard this, not because she was concerned for herself, but because it had never crossed her mind that her sumptuously endowed, stunningly beautiful, sophisticated mother could have ever been gang raped. When Margie had pursued the subject, Mona assured her that, over the ten years she had been a practicing super heroine, she had been raped quite a number of times, and usually quite thoroughly.
In contemplating that disclosure Margie knew from her life with her mother that the rapes had not had any detrimental affect on her. Mona had always looked wonderful and had acted very confident and self-assured at all times. After considering everything Margie was sure that she could handle being raped, if it happened, as well as her mother obviously had.
2.
THE HIGH COST OF EQUIPMENT:
Armed with all the knowledge she had obtained, Margie had jumped into being a super heroine with both feet. One of the first things she discovered was that the rules of the game had changed since her mother’s time and Amazon powers had become very high tech. In recent years the number of super heroines had increased markedly and all of them had wanted some quick way to increase their powers. The super heroines thirsted for a high tech advantage just like professional athletes turned to steroids to seek to increase their prowess. This sharp growth in super heroines and their hunger for new higher powered gadgets had attracted electronic/computer geeks to the field and an industry had sprung up that developed and sold new and improved power belts and various other accessories that significantly improved the strengths and skills of the super heroines.
These new gadgets wonderfully increased the super heroine’s ability to fight crime but unfortunately, especially for someone like Margie, they were very, very expensive. As opposed to most of her super heroine “sisters” Margie was of adequate but modest means and did not enjoy the benefits of being a member of a rich family. These rich “sisters” had quickly bought the new devices, driving up prices, and had traded in their old technology devices. These trade-ins had created a relatively low cost used equipment market.
As Margie delved deeply into the business she soon found out that she was no different than the others. As an Amazon she was naturally blessed with amazing athletic skills and the strength of two or three ordinary men. Her body was immune to all diseases, did not readily mark when struck and whatever damage that it did receive from blows was quickly healed. But, like the others, she wanted more - like the strength of ten, for instance. Those kind of multipliers came only from the latest in new technology and, as she had learned from her early research, they cost a pretty penny. Margie made the only decision she could, considering her limited means, she sought out used equipment.
After being advised by her daughter about the change in technology, Mona had contacted an old friend, who was still a practicing super heroine, and obtained a recommendation as to whom Margie should buy her super heroine equipment from. Her friend told her that during the last year the local market had pretty much been bought out by a man named Ronnie Levitz and that if you wanted to get the best stuff and the best service you really had to do business with him. Her friend warned Mona that, although Ronnie was a successful and shrewd businessman, he kept a very low profile in the community and was more than a little crude and sleazy. But he could get you whatever you wanted, and quick, and she assured Mona that none of his few competitors were worth bothering with.
Her friend also explained the downside of the used equipment market to Mona. There were two problems (1) the equipment, like a power belt, could not be exactly matched to the buying super heroines biorhythms and therefore did not provide her with maximum strength, speed and agility and (2) the used equipment was not always reliable and sometimes failed at very inconvenient times, as Margie had subsequently found out, much to her chagrin and pain.
Based on that information from her mother, and knowing that she was not financially able to do otherwise, Margie knew she was just going to have to put up with the deficiencies inherent in used equipment. Margie had immediately called Ronnie Levitz and made an appointment. Mona had gone to the appointment with Margie. The two lusciously endowed women had met Ronnie at his office and looked over all of the used equipment he had on hand and eventually Margie had bought the only ones she could afford, the cheapest ones. Mona and Margie, like Mona’s friend, had found Ronnie to be an unkempt slob who was personally repulsive, obnoxious and foul mouthed, but since he was the only game in town they had overlooked his pig like behavior and put up with his roving, groping hands.
3.
GETTING STARTED AND DAMN THOSE MALFUNCTIONS:
Margie and Mona had left Ronnie’s and gone to an exclusive exercise boutique and selected a simple two piece outfit. The top had long sleeves and a low scooped neckline that exposed a maximum of Margie’s breast flesh. It came just under her magnificent, full breasts and the tight, stretch materials caused them to jut out even more than they did naturally. The bottom part of the costume was a pair of satiny tights that hugged and highlighted her ass to its absolute best advantage. The hips were cut high and the material between her legs strained to cover her crotch. The outfit presented her body magnificently and her thighs were to die for. They went to Frederick of Hollywood’s and picked out a pair white boots with four inch spike heels that came up to Margie’s knees, matching elbow length gloves and a white eye mask. Margie had also found a delightfully short flared skirt that barely covered the top half of her splendidly rounded ass cheeks. It was sexy as hell and both she and her mother thought it would be fun for her to wear from time to time.
The next day her power belt came in and now fully equipped, Margie jumped quickly into the role of super heroine with a vengeance. After an auspicious and exhilarating start as an independent super heroine vigilante, whose actions were not condoned or encouraged by the police department, she had run into trouble. Her first several encounters had been against small bands of petty criminals who she had easily pounded into pretzels and left them for the police to pickup after she had made anonymous phone calls to them.
Then one night she had been battering another similar group of miscreants when she received a powerful blow to her stomach that had inexplicably caused her power belt to short out leaving her without her super heroine powers. The three brutish thugs had turned the tables on her while she was trying to bang the power belt back to life, like one would a balky toaster. While she was struggling to revive the malfunctioning belt they had hit her over the head with a blackjack three times. Because all of her super powers had not yet fully drained from her body, the first two blows she had taken like they were a nuisance and it took the third even harder smash to the head to finally drive her to her knees. Then the large sized, angry trio had kicked her in the stomach and sides and pounded her viciously with their fists as they yelled insults at her. When they had her groggy and defenseless they gave her one more crushing blow to the head with the black jack that knocked her out.
They had dragged her inert body into an abandoned building and, just as she was beginning to come to, she had felt the crotch of her tights being pushed aside, that sensation being quickly followed by the all to familiar feeling of a rather large cock being inserted into her womanhood, right up to the hilt. As her head cleared, Margie had felt the only major weakness in her super heroine powers take over. Unlike Wonder Woman, Margie did not require a magic lasso to make her do whatever guys wanted her to do. As she had discovered in her earliest dating days, once a man had penetrated any of her orifices with his cock she was rendered defenseless to resist him and felt compelled to do whatever he wanted her to do to please him. It was as though each of her sexual entrances had its own clit and as a male weapon or a dildo went into any of these openings, she immediately and automatically converted to her man pleasing mode and stayed in that mode until well after the users of her orifices were through exploiting them to their complete satisfaction. And, as she had also learned early on in her dating life, the men who got this temporary control over her body this way, always wanted her to do a lot of things for them, most of which fell into general category of dirty, kinky sex. While during her dating days this so easily activated, uncontrollable propensity to please, had usually not been an inconvenience, she now realized, as these three nasty burglar’s began plundering her unbelievably statuesque body, that this was going to be a very serious and detrimental weakness in her super heroine crime fighting arsenal of assets. It meant that, whenever the bad guys were able to trigger this weakness, they were going to be able to get full control of her and be able to demean and humiliate her at will.
With that first thrust of the robber’s prick into her lubricating channel she had felt the heat spread through her, as her body responded and began to help the repulsive looking crook optimize his sexual gratification. She had spent the next few hours being callously violated by the three half-wit bandits and having various sexual atrocities performed on her. The thugs turned out to not only to be ugly, but real dirty minded jerks as well, As a final act of contempt the guys had stood over her as she lay on her back, thoroughly and abusively ravished, and one of them had picked up her tights and callously stuffed them fully into her mouth. After they left, she had lain there for a few minutes before she could get her over stimulated mind clear enough to get up and pull the tights out of her mouth and put them back on over her magnificent, well used hips and ass.
---------- Sitting here at home two months later as she took another sip of her coffee, Margie had to admit to herself that she had been very, very cooperative during their lewd debauchery of her voluptuous body. Her hand strayed over her warm mound as she thought about what the disgusting creeps had done to her and reflexively two fingers slipped in into her wet, warm vagina. She certainly now better understood her mother’s warning about criminals and rape, she thought dreamily.
4.
LETS FIX THIS STUFF/bills, bills, bills:
Immediately after this unfortunate and repugnant defeat, Margie had taken the faulty power belt to Ronnie, who had sent it away to be fixed by one of the repair technicians he used. The bill for the repairs had been much more expensive than she had thought it would be and the payment of the bill had taken all of the cash she had managed to save out of the small monthly living allowance her husband gave her. When her mother had told her she was an Amazon super heroine, Margie did not realize that it was going to be such an expensive vocation. Equipment, torn costumes, lost boots and gloves, lost tights; it was a lot to replace and repair.
Two years ago Margie, much to her mother’s disappointment, she had married her husband George. George was a salesman for an industrial supply manufacturer and was on the road from Monday morning through Friday evening. He made a fairly good commission income but it was just enough for them to live on. Their budget certainly didn’t have any room in it to pay for the high cost of being a super heroine. Plus her husband didn’t know she was a super heroine. Her mother had advised her that she should never let George know about her super heroine status. She had warned that if he knew he would be concerned about her well being all the time and would never understand that the sex she would sometimes be forced to have, was not really an act of being unfaithful to him, it was just part of the job. Husbands just never understood those kind of things. The best rule for a super heroine had always been “stay single, stay focused”. Being married put an unnecessary complication in the process. Her husband was fairly attractive but was a complete mismatch with her in looks. But she loved him very much and wanted to protect him by keeping her new law and order activities secret because she agreed with her mother that he would never understand. Margie didn’t ever want to hurt or lose George, partly because she wanted to preserve her access to her husband’s greatest asset; he had the biggest cock she had ever seen. Married she was and married she would continue to be, she was just going to have to work around the problems that came with it, including not having any money to spare.
Margie’s mother was not in a position to help her financially, either. Mona had finally depleted her funds after Margie had left home and three years ago had married a very wealthy Jewish lawyer, Saul Fineberg. She was Saul’s trophy wife and she lived that position in exquisite comfort in a beautiful home, enjoying all of the niceties of the good life. She had signed a prenuptial agreement and was kept under very tight financial controls. She had credit cards that were limited to use in the finest restaurants and at clothing stores where she was allowed and encouraged to buy revealing clothing to please her husband. Saul insisted that she look the part of a trophy wife but he also liked her to dress in very, very sexy clothing. Mona never dreamed that she would be so financially restricted when she’d married Saul. She objected to it silently but life was too easy to take a chance on rocking the boat, so she kept her resentment to herself. Saul took care of her like a queen and, in exchange, she adhered to his financial rules, acted the part of trophy wife to the fullest and provided him with the best sex one could ever imagine. Saul was enthralled with her sexual skills and could never have dreamed the x-rated circumstances in which she had been forced to hone those wondrous skills. The only downside to this otherwise excellent arrangement was that it prevented Mona from being of any financial assistance to her daughter.
5.
PRICING NEW EQUIPMENT AND “FINANCING” ALTERNATIVES:
When Margie picked up the repaired power belt from Ronnie, it worked but was still underpowered and, per Ronnie, he could not vouch for its reliability. Margie knew that she just had to upgrade her equipment if she was going to be really successful in pursuing her new and noble vocation. She, of course, knew from her mother that even with the most up to date equipment, she would still get into some situations in which she was going to be defeated and suffer the degrading consequences that always followed. But she wanted the best equipment available on the market so she could increase her prowess and decrease the number of defeats to an acceptable level.
While she was at Ronnie’s office she asked him to show her the new power belts and give her prices. Ronnie was not only a slimy, rodent looking little guy who had other business ventures, as well as being a manufacturer’s representative for the super heroine equipment industry, it appeared from Margie’s previous discussions with him, that some of his ventures were a little shady. Ronnie had gotten his catalog out and, as they stood side by side, he had shown her all of the top of the line equipment and its prices as he kept a hand cupped on her luscious ass. The prices were astoundingly high to her. The price of the power belt she needed was $10,000, a price that was beyond anything she would ever be able to afford. Margie had finally taken Ronnie’s hand off of her ass and gone around to the other side of the desk. She had asked him if she could qualify for credit. Ronnie had smiled a yellow toothed smile that made his fat, florid face look even uglier and told her that this was a pure cash business, but that if she wanted to do a little work on the side he had some connections who liked to make use of super heroines who needed money. She asked him what type of work he was talking about. He told her he could get her into a strip joint or an escort service and assured her that both jobs paid very well. She quickly told him that she wasn’t interested in doing anything like that. Besides she had told Ronnie, she couldn’t take the chance of her husband accidentally finding out she was doing anything like that.
While listening to her explanation
Ronnie detected a sliver of opportunity to set a hook in this breathtakingly
built Amazon beauty. Ronnie told her that, if she wanted to make some
real big money, quick, enough that would pay the total bill for a new power belt,
he could get her a one night gig at a club right across the border in
When Margie had gotten home she had called her mother and told her about the price of the belt she wanted and of Ronnie’s disgusting suggestions as to how she could raise money to pay for it. Mona had commiserated with her daughter and had, with less emotion, agreed with Margie that these were not acceptable solutions and that they would just have to continue looking for better alternatives for raising the needed money.
6.
UNDER POWERED/BATTER UP:
Armed with her repaired power belt, Margie had followed the previous unfortunate defeat with several very exciting and successful captures of criminals. Then she made the mistake of overestimating her strength and skills and had bitten off more than she could chew. Well that might not be the best choice of words to describe what happened, because she ended up biting and chewing a lot of things that night. Five guys had been robbing a convenience store. She had gone in to stop them but they were well organized enough and lucky enough to overwhelm her and defeat her. She had put up quite a fight but her power belt had been too underpowered for her to be successful against this many strong, agile young thugs. Even at that, she could still have beaten them if they hadn’t found a barrel full of small sized youth baseball bats that the convenience store had on sale. Arming themselves with the handy weapons, as the fight went on, they kept getting behind her and hitting her over the head with them. The bats eventually turned the tide in their favor and they began hitting her everywhere with the hard aluminum weapons, and once she had gone down they had used their feet and fists as well as the bats to savagely pound her magnificently formed body into submission. When they had finally knocked her out, the robbers had tossed her into their van and driven her to a secluded spot. As she had gradually come too in the back of the van, she found herself already sandwiched between two of the crooks, with a cock in her mouth and another one in her vagina, both of the cocks already being vigorously plunged into her orifices. She could tell by the heat in her body that the gang had been having their way with her for quite awhile and, since she had been penetrated, she also knew that she had already suffered her second defeat, her body was in its full man pleasing mode and her resistance was non-existant. The five nasty minded and despicable looking bastards had kept the van rocking for hours as they had literally tried to fuck her brains out.
That night she had learned the true meaning of the term “he’s a pain in the ass” and they gave her that vigorous lesson five times over. The perverted thugs were dedicated to dishing out pain and they knew that the best way to dish it out, sexually, was through the backdoor. They had put her on her hands and knees and then had thoroughly enjoyed listening to her howls of protest and pain as they each took their turn plowing their big cocks in and out of her tight (well it ended up not so tight) anal passage. Later, after they had all finished taking her, all three ways, they found some very tasteless ways to make use of both ends of the one youth baseball bat they had brought along with them as a souvenir of her defeat. After each vulgar insertion, of one end or the other, of the hard, rigid weapon into her lower, oozing and completely reamed, pleasure providing receptacles, they took great pleasure in sticking the, just used and very slick end of the bat, into her mouth and making her suck it clean.
---------- Margie took another sip of now cold coffee and had to concede to herself as she slipped a third finger into her very warm and wet pussy, that she had been a real slut for the crude jerks before they had finished with her, at which point the ungrateful bastards had unceremoniously kicked her out the back door of the van as they drove off. She had lain there for several minutes, twitching with passion, before she had been able to pull herself together. Fortunately they had thrown her tights out with her so she put them on, found a pay phone outside a gas station and had called her mother collect to come and pick her up.
7. DINNER WITH THE
BOSS/WAYS TO HELP HUBBY BE SUCCESSFUL?:
On the following Sunday George’s new boss had come to town and had invited them both out to dinner at the city’s best restaurant. George’s company had been bought out two months earlier and the new boss was going around and evaluating the sales force, including their wives. George was very proud of Margie and loved to put her on display so every one could see how lucky he was. He was tickled that he was going to get the opportunity to show her off to his new boss. George had selected his favorite outfit for her to wear, a yellow, absolutely form fitting, cleavage exposing, ass cheek cupping, mid-thigh length dress. She loved the way it made her look and she loved the perfectly matching yellow garter-belt, bikini panties, soft bra and four inch heels that that went with it. She decided to wear her golden power belt instead of the belt that went with the outfit and it matched perfectly.
Because George was going to leave town with his boss immediately after the dinner, and right from the restaurant, he and Margie agreed that they would just meet at the restaurant. George took his suitcase and drove to the boss’s hotel and picked him up. Margie drove to the restaurant in her own car and had the usual trouble parking, finally having to park four blocks from the restaurant. Where she parked made her walk a couple of blocks through a seedy bar area before the quality of the neighborhood improved.
George and his boss were already there when she walked in. She went over and George introduced them. The boss’s name was Sergio Montini. He bent forward and kissed her cheek then stepped back and looked her up and down and approvingly said, “George you are a very fortunate man”. “I know, isn’t she something”, her husband beamed. “She’s all that and more”, Sergio smiled appreciatively. Margie walked ahead of them as a waiter led them to their table. Margie was as interested in making a good impression on his new boss as George was, so she wanted to give Sergio a full view of the spectacular body her husband was married too. She put an extra swing in her walk and was sure the boss’s eyes were riveted to her fabulous ass and taking her all in. She had been correct in her assumption.
They got a corner booth that sat two on each side. Margie slid in on the leather bench seat and George had his boss sit next to her while George sat across from them. Sergio ordered a bottle of wine and some appetizers. Sergio looked to her to be about fifty years old. His head was shaved, he was heavy set, dark and very Italian looking. As they chatted Margie was her usual outgoing, flirty, prick teasing self. After the wine was poured and they had started picking on the nibble food, she soon felt Sergio’s thick hand slide onto her thigh. The heavy wooden table top prevented George from seeing anything and Margie decided that, under the circumstances, she shouldn’t object, so she went on leading the conversation while Sergio’s hand stroked her leg. George mostly listened while Margie and Sergio chattered and was very pleased that his boss obviously liked his very sexy wife. He had been concerned about his future ever since the company had been taken over and he had found his new boss to be very difficult to deal with. Watching the two of them interact so well George was feeling better about keeping his job. He was glad he picked out the yellow outfit for Margie to wear, it was obviously quite a hit with his boss.
Everything bubbled right along before they finally ordered the main course and another bottle of wine. George excused himself and went to the restroom. As he walked away Margie felt Sergio’s hand go under the hem of her dress and onto her bare leg above the tops of her nylons. She said, “now Mr. Montini you are being very naughty”. He didn’t remove his hand and said, “meeting you and seeing how incredibly beautiful you are has given me a whole new appreciation of your husband. George is so low keyed that I have been a little concerned about whether he could really be a successful salesman. But now that I have seen you I believe he does have a future with our company. Before I make a final decision about George I’d like to discuss with you things you could do to help him be successful. I am going to make a special trip back here in a couple of weeks to take you out to dinner so we can discuss George’s future and what you could do to help George get a raise and sell more products. I believe you could be extremely helpful in convincing some of your husband’s customers to buy our products from him. Will that be alright with you? I’m sure you want George to be successful and make more money.” The boss’s hand was now up to the bottom of her panties. “Why yes or course I want to be supportive of George and I’ll be glad to meet with you and find out what I could do to help my husband”, Margie responded with a smile. “Wonderful, I will call you and look forward to meeting with you then”, Sergio said with a near leer. “Please now”, Margie said, touching his hand, “George is coming back”. Sergio slid his hand out from under her skirt and they both smiled and welcomed George as he sat back down.
They finished their meal and the second bottle of wine. Margie was feeling a little light headed, both from the wine and from the hand that had stroked her thighs all evening right under her husband’s unknowing nose. George had just obliviously smiled through it all and was thrilled that things had gone so well. Sergio called for the bill and while they waited for the waiter to return with the credit card slip to be signed George went to get his car. Sergio’s hand immediately went back under Margie’s skirt and pressed between her lush thighs. “Now, Mr. Montini you really shouldn’t” she chided him. “I know, but I’m going to anyway”, he responded with a broad smile. The waiter brought the charge slip back. Sergio signed it and as they got up from the booth and started walking to the door he put his hand on her gyrating ass cheeks and caressed them both.
8.
POWER FAILURE & HIGH PROTEIN DESSERT:
Margie waived goodbye to George and Sergio as they drove away and started walking towards her car. She realized that she had had too much wine and she was actually feeling more than a little tipsy. She was also hot from letting George’s boss stroke her thighs all evening. The twin stimulations had her mind feeling very fuzzy. George’s boss was one forward guy but she knew that he held George’s future in his hands and that she just had to be extra nice to him. She wondered what he could possibly have in mind for her to do to help her husband’s career along. She hoped she could do something because they could sure use that raise Sergio was talking about. And how could she possibly be of any help with George’s customers, she knew nothing about industrial supplies? She had no answers, the only thing she knew for sure was that her husband’s boss wanted to get in her panties, but then didn’t everybody, she shrugged? She was just going to have to humor him along and do the best she could. Her inebriated mind was overwhelmed by all of this as she got within a block of her parked car.
At that moment a small boy, who obviously was in his very early teens, ran out of the alley she was walking by and tugged on her arm. The boy said, “please lady my mother has fallen down, can you come and look at her and help us”. Margie was immediately concerned for the boy and automatically began following him. They had gone about thirty feet down the alley when she felt something smash against the back of her head, stunning her. Margie put her hand to her head and spread her feet to keep her balance. The small boy she had been following turned around and stepped in front of her and gave her a vicious knee lift to her yellow bikini panty covered crotch. More pain shot through her and the blow bent her forward at the waist with a loud “ooofffff”. Another boy standing behind Margie was presented with a clear view of her gorgeously curved ass and the satiny yellow panties that stretched across the crotch that was now fully exposed to him. He wound up and gave her a wicked uppercut, planting his smallish fist flush between her pussy and anus, giving her a full wedgie as her body responded to the hard blow by straightening back up with a loud yelp. Margie’s dazed eyes saw another boy waiting in front of her and before she could do anything watched him quickly bury his fist in, first in one big breast and then the other one, each sharp punch bringing a groan of pain from her lips.
As she felt more fists pound her body from all angles, Margie couldn’t believe what was happening to her. She had her power belt on but she could still feel the full pain of the blows and her reactions were in slow motion. For the first couple of minutes she thought the wine was impairing her ability to react but then she realized that her power belt was not working. By the time her wine impaired mind fully grasped the problem the non-stop blows had her in serious trouble. The boy who had started the assault by hitting her over the head with a pipe, now rammed the end of the pipe into her exposed stomach doubling her over. He then swung the pipe down on the small of her back driving her to her hands and knees. She immediately felt a booted foot explode against the side of her head snapping her head sideways and sending her raven hair flying wildly. More boots thudded against her sides as two of the boys savagely kicked her from both sides, several times, the blows expelling drool from Margie’s now slacked mouth.
So far the assault on her had been conducted in silence, the only sounds being that of the blows splatting against Margie’s curvaceous body flesh and the groans of pain that emanated from her in reaction. Finally she heard one of her assailants say “damn this bitch can really take it, everybody else has been in the fetal position by now. Give her another head shot”. The pipe wielder raised the pipe above his head and brought it down on the back of the fabulously built woman’s head with a very loud crunching sound that drove her face down into the grimy floor of the alley. For good measure one of the boys put his boot on her neck while the other three boys stomped her prostrate body viciously with the heels of their boots, each thudding blow bringing faint moans of pain from the barely conscious woman. They finally stopped and one of them grasped a hand full of hair and lifted her head then let it drop saying “damn, she is one tough bitch, but she’s down for the count now”. The boys grabbed her by the arms and dragged Margie’s stunning and stunned body along the dirt floor of the alley, her breasts, stomach and thighs bumping along on the rough ground, until they got around the corner, out of sight from the street. They pulled her behind a dumpster and dumped her face down in the piles of stinking, wet restaurant garbage that was overflowing from the big metal receptacle.
Margie was beginning to recover her wits as she lay on the rank garbage. The alcoholic haze was still slowing her responses but she pushed herself groggily to her hands and knees and, to her shock, she saw four small boys standing around her, all apparently the same age as the one who she had followed into the alley. None of them appeared to be much past puberty. They were neatly dressed in expensive clothes and looked like they had just stepped right out of one of the Westside mansions. Damn, she thought, here I am a super heroine being overpowered and beaten up by a little band of rich kids out slumming.
As the four juveniles looked down at her, they were commenting on her looks to each other, “man, did you see the rack of tits this broad has and would you look at that fine smoking ass. Shit this is by far the best one yet. That god damn restaurant’s a fucking goldmine; it attracts the primmest bitches in town. And look at that ring on her finger, this gorgeous bimbo is married. Man we get to do some poor slob’s wife and cuckold him, how great is that. We’ve really hit a home run here”.
Margie started to try and get to her feet. “Damn this broad just won’t give up, everyone else we’ve hit like that stayed down. Shit we’d better give her some more”. One boy slid behind her as she got her body upright but was still on her knees. He grabbed her by the hair and held her while each of the other three took turns kicking her perfectly rounded stomach and pendulous breasts until the wind had been completely knocked out of her and she was left gasping. The boys looked down at her and one said “from the way her mouth is hanging open I think she wants to suck cock”. One of the boys took the hint and Margie watched him unzip his pants, pull out a youthful, not yet full grown cock, then step up and shove it in her wide open, still gasping mouth, the quick penetration sealing her fate. She immediately began responding to the thin penis, chewing the rigid pole and bobbing her head to slide it in and out of her hungry mouth as she still gasped for breath. The two hours of thigh rubbing by George’s boss, and the wine, had developed a real sexual hunger inside of her that accentuated her natural promiscuity after penetration, to a very high level. One of the boys watching his buddy get his prick sucked by the plush bodied Amazon said, “shit look at that cocksucking slut eat Bennie’s meat would you. Her old man must not be giving her enough at home, she looks like she’s enjoying the hell out of cheating on his dumb ass”.
As she sucked the youthful penis Margie wondered if these boys were even old enough to ejaculate. She soon found out that they were. She swallowed the first boys fresh spunk and he was quickly replaced by another boy. That one didn’t last long either and in short order she received her second mouthful of hot juvenile jism. The boys were concerned about being discovered so to speed things up the third boy stepped up and pulled Margie’s head down until her hands were on the ground and knelt in front of her and fed her his cock. The fourth boy knelt behind her outrageously curved and inviting ass, pushed the crotch of her panties aside and took her pussy doggy style. Like the others it didn’t take long for the two boys to shot their wads into her two well stoked orifices. After those two boys had pulled out of her, the boys pushed her over on her back in the reeking garbage, took her panties off and pulled her knees up to her shoulders, thighs wide spread. Boy number one hooked his arms behind her knees, mounted her and gave her wide open snatch a real good banging while the others watched and urged him on with the filthiest of language. When he was through boy number two replaced him and did exactly the same, his thin hips splatting loudly against the back of her thighs as his thrusts met her upturned ass. After he had shot his wad deep inside Margie’s hot fabulously stacked body they got her back onto her hands and knees and the two boys who had sandwiched her before now reversed positions and double fucked her again.
When they had finished with her they left her on her hands and knees. One of the boys fished her panties out of the garbage and they each wiped off their cocks with them. One of the boys grabbed her by the hair and pulled her upright on her knees while another one stuffed her filthy, cum covered yellow panties fully into her mouth. They then got her up on her feet and ordered her,” spread your feet bitch”. Margie did as she was told. A boy grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her head down until she her back was perpendicular to the ground. The boy then showed her a longneck beer bottle he had picked up out of the garbage and said “she looks like she needs something to go with those panties in her mouth, so hold her guys.” Two boys grabbed Margie’s arms and held her in the bent over position. The boy talking to her handed the bottle to another boy who went behind Margie and pressed the butt end of the beer bottle against her exposed pussy. Margie felt him rub the bottom of the bottle against her slippery crotch for a minute then begin to press it into her. As the boy applied pressure, Margie felt her pussy accommodate the bottle and she groaned as he worked it completely inside her until only the long neck was showing. The boy then grasped the neck and, with a jacking motion, began stirring her channel with it, harder and harder, the action making a loud squishy sound as the bottle frothed the cum that was sloshing around inside her. After the boys had each taken their turn cranking the protruding neck of the beer bottle and sadistically ravishing her juicy cunt, they finally the boys stepped back and looked at their handy work and laughed in satisfaction at the filthy, gorgeous, stuffed woman bent over before them. One of the boys said, “thanks for the servicing, slut. Tell your husband that we really appreciate him letting us borrow your body to use to have some fun with. If you ever want some more of the same come back by, we’ll be around”. One of them pushed her ass hard from behind and propelled her face first down into garbage as they walked away laughing derisively. Margie lay there for a few minutes, the wet slop surrounding the dumpster soaking the front of her dress and her skin. She finally rolled over on her back and pulled the bottle from her ravished vagina. She got up, removed the panties from her mouth and put them on. She brushed herself off as best she could, found her purse and walked quickly to her car, thankfully only seeing two couples along the way who looked at her quizzically and assumed that she was just a nasty, well used, beautifully built hooker.
Almost immediately after she had arrived at home the phone rang. She sat down on a kitchen chair, filthy and tired, picked up the phone and said, “ Hello”. “Honey its me”, she heard George say, “where have you been I’ve been calling for a half an hour. I was getting worried”. The call caught her by surprise and she stammered a little trying to think of what to say, then replied, “Oh, I stopped and had some dessert before I came home and the time just got away from me”. “Oh great, I was afraid something had happened to you. I hope it was good dessert” George said. With visions of the boys spurting young pricks dancing around in her head she said, “Oh it was nice and fresh but very high protein and fattening I’m afraid”. “Well I’m glad you liked it”, her husband said and went on, “say honey you did fantastic tonight. My boss couldn’t stop talking about you, he was certainly impressed. It is sure nice to have such a gorgeous wife. Thanks so much for coming to dinner with us, I think it made my relationship with Sergio a lot tighter, and I owe it all to you”. Getting control of herself Margie replied, “thanks darling but you are a great guy and I’m sure you had the most to do with it”. “Well that’s nice of you to say sweetheart but that yellow number you wore tonight didn’t hurt a bit. Well I don’t want to keep you up baby, thanks again, I’ll talk to you later” as he blew her a phone kiss. Margie went into the bathroom, turned the shower on, kicked off her shoes and stepped under the spray, fully clothed, and started trying to clean everything up. She thought about the whole evening as the heated water washed over her. It had been exhilarated until those little rich kids had worked her over. She resented their nasty uppity attitudes even more than the nasty beating they had given her. When she got her new power belt she was going to go back to that alley and, this time, when they attacked her they would be in for a real ass kicking, ball busting, life changing surprise.
9.
TIME TO TAKE AFFIRMATIVE ACTION:
As bad as they had been, these last two defeats hadn’t lessoned Margie’s passion for being a super heroine at all. They were just the final steps that steeled her resolve to take the action she knew she had to take. She now wanted, more than anything, to be a successful, famous super heroine crime fighter. Achieving that goal required she have the right equipment, no matter what it cost. As disgusting and humiliating as is was going to be for her, she knew what she had to do to pay that cost.
The next morning Margie picked up
the telephone and called Ronnie’s number. She listened to it ring with a
knot of revulsion in her stomach and finally heard Ronnie’s voice say hello,
“Ronnie, it’s Margie Townsend”. Ronnie said brightly, “hi puss, it’s
great to hear from you. To what do I owe this pleasure?” Quickly
she advised him, “I’m ready to take you up on your offer to book me for the
show in
Margie called her mother and when she heard her say hello asked, “are you available for lunch”. “Of course I am honey”, Mona said brightly. They agreed to meet at 1PM at LaClique in the Grand Hotel. Margie showered and put on a short, ultra tight, ass cheek cupping gold skirt with a cleavage exposing matching top. She put on panty hose and matching gold 4 inch heels. Mona was already there when Margie arrived. The two stunning, voluptuous, erotically clad women got a circular booth overlooking the hotel gardens and ordered some champagne and appetizers. As they waited for the champagne to arrive Margie looked her mother over. The two of them were very, very close. They acted like sisters rather than mother and daughter. They not only acted like sisters, they looked like sisters Her forty-five year old mother had flawless skin, natural blond hair, an absolutely incredibly stacked body that was an inch or two larger in the bust and hips that Margie’s, and was superbly toned. Her mother looked like she was twenty five years old, the same age as Margie. The two of them together were a sensation, their bodies always dressed to enticingly showcase their abundant female attributes, and their passage drawing every male, and most female eyes, wherever they went. Her mother was the only woman Margie had ever known who a man might chose over her, if he had the choice of sleeping with one or the other of them. Margie did not begrudge Mona that superior position, she was very proud of her gorgeous, sexy mother.
After they had toasted each other
and taken long sips of the sparkling wine beverage, Margie proceeded to
tell her mother what had happened with the four juveniles the night
before. At the end of her explicit descriptions Margie told her mother “I
can’t take any more of these unnecessary, embarrassing defeats mother, I just must
have that new power belt. I called Ronnie this morning and told him that
I am going to take him up on his
A waiter came by their booth and refilled their champagne glasses. “Honey, let me try to help you put your donkey gig in its proper perspective. You’ve already had some experience with defeats but you have far worse experiences ahead of you that will make your donkey gig seem far less odious than it appears to be to you right now. Believe me, I am speaking to you from hard personal experience. You are a superior, gorgeous Amazon woman and that combination and the successes you will have against the criminal element will irritate them and make them want to punish you and bring you down from your lofty position. You will find, just as I did, that there is nothing worse or more humiliating than being defeated in a fight by these criminal foes and when you plead with your assailants to stop, admitting that they have defeated you, and they laugh at you and spit in your face and continue to beat you into total submission, just for the fun of it then, believe me you will rank that event as being far worse than what you are going to do with the donkey”.
“You will also find that the second worse humiliation will be when those same assailants then proceed to defeat you sexually as well by having sport with you and sexually violating you in every conceivable way until you pass out exhausted from their lewd, nasty, vile abuse of your body. You can’t believe how degrading it is for men to take you, three at a time, and laugh at your helplessness and call you filthy names as they use and abuse your orifices over and over, like you were a common whore. You will find that your affair with the donkey will pale in comparison”.
Waiving for another refill Mona went on, “and worse, these merciless brutes will take you right to the edge of oblivion then leave you there completely violated and defeated, because they want you to stay alive and have to remember forever what they have done to you and what they have made you do for them. The thing they will never understand is that we Amazons can not only heal ourselves physically but mentally as well. We always remember what has been done to us but we are able to go on with our destiny and not be physiologically affected, in any way, by the vile debauchery we have been made to suffer at their hands. You are going to be humiliated and demeaned during your donkey gig but eventually it will not rank at the top of your list of the degrading events in your life. The perversions of the human male and female will push the donkey gradually down the list”.
Margie had listened raptly as her mother told her of these intimate experiences from her history as a super heroine. As she looked at her spectacularly beautiful mother she still found it hard to picture her experiencing the degradation she was so easily describing. As she listened to her mother talk she tried to envision Mona’s lush body being fully mounted by three men at the same time, their hot throbbing cocks plunging over and over into the full depths of her orifices. It was truly hard to imagine, but there was no question in Margie’s mind that seeing her mother in that situation would be one erotic sight. Finally, flushed with these sensuous thoughts, Margie leaned forward and kissed Mona full on the lips and thanked her for making her feel so much better about everything.
Shaking her head to bring her mind
back to reality Margie asked her mother, “do you have any suggestions for me
before I meet with Ronnie tomorrow morning?” “Yes”, Mona asked, “how are
you going to make sure you get paid for performing with the donkey?
Ronnie will cheat anyone out of anything if he has a chance too”. “Well I
don’t know”, Margie said. Mona responded, “I’ve got a bank account that
Saul doesn’t control because I had it before we were married. It has
little money in it, but it is open. When you meet with Ronnie tell him
that you want the money wired into my account before you will go to
Ronnie had hung up from hearing Margie commit herself to fucking Pedro’s
donkeys and let out a yell of victory. God damn the dumb fucking bimbo is
really going to do it. He had known when he originally proposed the
donkey gig to her that the quick money and the remoteness of
Ronnie called Pedro. “Hey old
buddy its Ronnie Levitz and it’s your lucky day”. “How’s that amigo”,
said the owner of the largest bordello in
“So she gets paid the regular $10,000 fee right” asked Ronnie, “cause that’s what I quoted her”. Pedro responded, “Hey, what a deal, shit I would have paid her $50,000 to do this if I had been pressed”, Pedro confessed. “Well since I’m getting her to sign a bargain priced contract for you how about giving me a little bonus on the side”, the ever resourceful agent suggested. “Sure amigo I’ll give you an extra $5,000 for reeling in the gorgeous Amazon broad for me. Now when can we get her fucked”, Pedro asked? “Well the cunt is married and the only time she can cuckold her husband is on a Wednesday night, so just pick one out that works best for you” Ronnie suggested. “How about next Wednesday, hell I can sell all of the tickets out by the end of this week”, Pedro queried? “You got it buddy. I’ll call you after I sign her up tomorrow” replied the sweating agent, “and hey, feed those donkey’s some of that high protein stuff, cause I want to see them nail this broad’s over stacked body real good”. “Don’t worry, Pedro said, “I’ve got a jackass who’s been fucking my Mexican whores for five years. He damned good at his job and he’ll put it to your Anglo super heroine but good. The big bastard will stuff her cunt like she never even dreamed a cunt could be stuffed. When he’s through banging her with that monster dong of his, her tongue will be hanging out for a week”. “Sounds like a winner to me”, Ronnie laughed, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow”.
10.
CONTRACT TERMS AND “PAYING” THE EXTRA FEES:
The next morning Margie put on a deep scoop necked top and a pair of skin tight light purple spandex Capri pants. She stepped into a pair of four inch spike heels and looked at herself in a full length mirror and whistled appreciatively at the gorgeous, sexy vision looking back at her. The pants were so tight that, they not only looked like they were painted on, they presented her lower body for public viewing in an almost obscene manner. This was one of several outfits she had that caused men to mistake her for a hooker when they saw her. “Ronnie wanted me to wear something sexy and I think this outfit will be to his satisfaction”, she mused to herself. There was no question that Ronnie was going to demand sex from her today, as a part of this bargain from hell she was entering into, and she knew that she had no choice but to give him what he wanted in order to expedite getting what she wanted. She hated to do it, not just because Ronnie was such a repulsive, crude, obnoxious jerk, but mostly because she felt guilty about letting Ronnie use her husband’s private stock. If George had known what she was doing he would never understand that she wasn’t being unfaithful to him. Unlike her, he could never accept that what she was doing was just business and instead he would be mortified and hurt. To her this was no different than her being raped occasionally by some of the criminals she was fighting, it just went with the territory.
Beyond the issue of whether or not she was being unfaithful by servicing Ronnie, she certainly didn’t think that having sex with a donkey could possibly be considered as being unfaithful to her husband and she thought even George would agree with that. Well, at least, she hoped he would, but she was thankful that she wasn’t going to have to defend her rationale on that subject to him. She took comfort in the fact that President Clinton had successfully explained to the nation that oral sex wasn’t really sex and she was absolutely sure that Clinton would also argue, on her behalf, that having sex with a donkey wasn’t really sex either.
Margie meticulously performed her
final primping (even for such a disgusting sub-human pig as Ronnie she just had
to look her best) then drove to Ronnie’s and went into his squalid
office. “Come in puss,” Ronnie said, as he waived her to sit down across
from him at his desk, “God damn you look absolutely fantastic and I love the
way those pants fit, puss”. “Thanks” Margie said demurely. “I am so
glad that you’ve made the decision to step-up to the best power belt in the business.
You won’t be disappointed, it will give you everything you want it to.
You are going to be a dynamite super heroine using that piece of equipment”,
Ronnie continued with his best salesman’s pitch. “I certainly counting on
it”, Margie responded. “Now puss I’ve got a contract for you to
sign. It places a firm order for the power belt and outlines the terms of
your agreement to perform in
Margie gritted her teeth and got up and went around the desk and knelt down between the ugly little creep’s already wide spread thighs. “The things one had to do to achieve success”, she thought to herself, as she unzipped his fly and pulled a surprisingly big prick out of his shorts and got a whiff of the stale air emanating from Ronnie’s unwashed crotch. She hesitated briefly, from revulsion, and Ronnie helped her out by grabbing a handful of the hair on the back of her head and shoving her face down into his crotch while with his other hand he rubbed his rank penis all over her face. “Now lick my balls you beautiful fuckin’ bimbo” as he shoved her mouth roughly down into his boxer shorts. She fished his big hairy balls out of the stale underwear and licked and sucked them as he watched her work. After several minutes of ball lapping he jerked her head up by the hair he was still clutching and rammed her month down onto his bulbous prick filling it rudely with tangy flavored cock meat. “Now suck it good puss and I like to hear my cock being sucked” he observed as he happily leaned back to watch her perform.
So far everything she’d been doing for Ronnie was revolting to her, but when the agents fat prick went into her mouth her pleasure providing dimension kicked in and she went after the agents thick weapon with noisy enthusiasm, giving a head bobbing performance that caused Ronnie’s eyes to roll up into his head. The sleazy agent groaned, “god damn you can suck cock as good as you look like you can. Shit that’s good. Oh eat it baby, eat it good”. Margie had assumed that the fat little agent would climax early but she was wrong. He held out for a long time and made her work extra hard to give him a full, wild, lewd mouth job. She thought, as she sucked, that her mother had been right when she had tried to persuade her that she should marry a rich man. But then she thought about the prodigious size of her husband’s cock and decided that, in spite of inconveniences like the one she was now going through, she had made the right choice. Kneeling with Ronnie’s tool in her mouth she had to agree with her mother’s observation that she’d rather let a donkey’s fuck her than have sex with Ronnie. As she mused to herself, Margie went after Ronnie’s objectionable penis with even more vigor until, finally she felt his big tool quiver and shake then erupt into her hot mouth almost filling it with his nasty, thick, high protein spunk. Ronnie yelled, “swallow it you fucking whore, take it all. That’s it, you god damn cocksucking slut, drink it down”. With great effort she got it all swallowed without spilling a drop.
Margie got to her feet and returned to her seat licking her lips. Ronnie
picked up the contract and continued, “Now there is my 25% cash commission for
booking the gig for you in
Margie got up and undulated out the door, took a chair and waited apprehensively for her shady agent to finish his call to Pedro. She was red hot from the blow job she had just administered and, as she sat there, she could literally feel the nasty agent’s load of semen in her stomach working its magic on her system, eliminating her last vestige of resistance. She found herself not only anxiously waiting to find out if Ronnie had been able to work something out with Pedro, but also hoping that Ronnie would take advantage of her condition and make her let him fuck the hell out of her. She was really turned on and needed a man’s cock in her, even one attached to someone as ugly and repulsive as Ronnie. She shook her head hopelessly, what a weakness to have, what a round-heeled slut it turns me into. She put on a fresh coat of lipstick then ran her hand over her crotch and stroked it through the thin, tight material of her pants, while she waited.
Ronnie called Pedro. “Hey old buddy the super heroine slut is here and you are in even better luck than you thought,” he bragged. “How’s that, amigo,” Pedro queried. “The gorgeous bimbo needs $13,500 instead of $10,000 so I think you ought to make her suck some donkey dong to earn the extra cash,” Ronnie suggested. “Oh man that puts some real icing on the cake. She’ll really suck a donkey off,” Pedro asked in amazement? “Yeah I’ll make sure she agrees to it, that’s all there is to it. She is really desperate to get all the money she needs to buy a super heroine accessory from me so she’s just going to have to suck donkey prick to get it. In fact lets give your audience an extra bonus and have her suck two donkeys off,” Ronnie said expansively. Pedro responded excitedly, “Oh man that’s outstanding. Hell I have to let my whores get old and ugly before they will agree to suck a donkey’s cock. Man the audience will lose their fucking minds watching her follow up getting donkey fucked by giving a couple of donkeys blow jobs. Hey I’ll throw in another couple of thousand directly for you for talking this incredible looking babe into doing all this”, Pedro added magnanimously. “Thanks”, Ronnie said happily, “and by the way I’ll fax you a bank number for you to wire transfer the $13,500 directly to the babe’s mother’s bank account”. “Okay buddy I’ll send the money as soon as I get your fax” Pedro promised. “Okay, Pedro, I’ll call you back after I’ve talked her into doing the blow jobs”, Ronnie said matter of factly. “Okay buddy, I’ll be waiting,” Pedro laughed, “you’re the best, amigo, you nasty assed bastard”.
“And look old buddy”, Ronnie added, “you can be as hard on her as you want, these fucking Amazon’s can really take it. We’ll let her wear her power belt so she will be able to absorb all the punishment you can hand out to her. So have some real nasty fun with her and give your Mexicans something to really get turned on about. And, by the way, I know those donkeys of yours are well trained to fuck women but if there’s any way you can get them to fuck this super stacked bitch extra hard, do it, I want to see that voluptuous body really get hammered”. “Hey don’t worry about a thing, I told you my best animal will take good care of her. By the way we call them all donkeys because it sounds good to the audience but we only use donkeys for blow jobs. The real fucking is actually done by mules. Mules are almost as big as a horse but they are a lot stronger and ornerier and have bigger cocks. But to answer your question, once the mule gets it stuffed in her deep and gets his stroke going real good we’ve got a couple of spots we can goose him that will really make him buck and your super heroine bitch will think he’s going to get it in up to her tonsils. Believe me this mule knows how to go deep, and I mean real deep”. “God damn lets get it on”, Ronnie waxed enthusiastically, “we’ll see you next Wednesday”.
Ronnie called Margie back into his office. “Okay puss I got you the full amount you need and it’s going to be wired to your mother’s account today”, Ronnie told her. “Oh Ronnie that’s great”, Margie said with relief. “And all I had to commit you to do extra is give blow jobs to a couple of donkeys”, Ronnie added slyly. Margie was so happy that the power belt was hers that the news about the blow jobs didn’t even phase her. She was sure that giving a donkey a blow job wouldn’t be as bad as giving the one she had just given to Ronnie. “Okay babe, I’ve put these last provisions in the contract so sign right here”, Ronnie said pointing to the last page of the agreement. Margie quickly signed with a sigh of resignation and of relief that her goal was now in sight. “Alright puss, now it’s time for you to give me a piece of that gorgeous ass of yours as my additional sweetener commission for getting you the full price”, as he stood up, “and baby I’ve been looking forward to putting the meat to you since the first time I saw you”. He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a very large red ball gag and a pair of handcuffs. He walked around behind Margie, pulled her arms behind her and clamped the handcuffs on her wrists. He then spent the next fifteen minutes playing with her body as he gradually stripped her down until only her top and high heels remained on. He then bit, chewed and sucked her tits, as she stood before him, abusing them roughly with lewd, lip smacking pleasure.
“Now, sit your ass down on the edge of my desk and spread your feet”, Ronnie ordered. Margie obeyed and Ronnie began playing with her exposed crotch, clit and pussy lips, before he worked his fingers into her hot cunt, adding them slowly one at a time, until he was fucking her with four of them. He watched her face and grinned as he saw her eyes fill with passion as he used his stiff, bunched fingers to callously rape her unprotected vagina while he listened to her moan sensuously. After several minutes had gone by he pulled his soaked fingers out of her dripping crotch, grabbed the back of her head with the other hand and pulled her head forward and down, then stuffed his cuntal juice coated fingers into her mouth and obscenely finger fucked her mouth trying to stuff his whole hand in it as she sucked her juices off of his fat fingers. Ronnie then reached over and picked up the ball gag and crammed it into her mouth. It was a little too big so he had to grab her behind her neck and really shove it hard before he got it all the way in, prying her jaws unbelievably wide apart. Then he hooked the strap around her head and stepped back and looked her over. He smiled at the erotic scene in front of him and saw Margie’s drool start moistening the big red ball sticking out of her mouth and saw the first drip of drool run down her chin and drop onto her marvelous breasts.
Finally he pulled her off the desk
by the back of the neck, turned her and roughly pushed her face down over his
dirty desk. He stepped behind her upturned ass and grabbed a handful of
her long black hair in one hand, pulling her head up hard as he guided his fat
prick into her open, well prepared twat, quickly burying his big tool in her,
up to the hilt. Using her hair like reins he kept her head pulled up hard
as he slapped her ass while he gave her an absolutely thorough fucking, his
hips making a loud, splatting sound each time he
drove into her pussy as deep as he could. The sound of the splats
and the groans they brought from her, were joined by an endless stream of
obscenities that poured out of Ronnie’s foul mouth. His energetic
frigging of her lush body had her drooling profusely, the drool dripping
steadily from the big ball gag that that protruded from her over stuffed
mouth. The pleasure of knowing she was getting the money she needed,
combined with the lewdness of the sexual action she was being subjected to, had
accelerated her automatic propensity to please to its highest level and,
embarrassingly, she was climaxing multiple times for the repulsive little
agent. Her ordeal was finally ended with volley’s of cum being pumped
into her plundered channel. Ronnie finally pulled out of her and said
“thanks puss, I hope it was as good for you as it was for me”. The slimy
agent un-cuffed her and unsnapped the ball gag strap and popped the drool
soaked ball out of her tired, stretched jaws. “Now get out of here,
bitch, and call me tomorrow about the schedule for the trip to
11. PRE-SHOWTIME JITTERS:
The next morning Margie and Mona went to the bank and confirmed that the money had been wired into Mona’s account. Mona then wired Ronnie’s 25% fee to his bank account. Margie didn’t want to take a check to Ronnie’s office because she knew he would want to make her have sex with him again and she didn’t want to do that again until she absolutely had too.
During the next two days the euphoria of knowing that her high powered new belt had been ordered and would soon be on its way kept Margie in top spirits. Friday evening George came home, still euphoric about how much better things were with his new boss, and Margie helped him celebrate by giving him the hottest weekend he had had in a long time. They went places, did things and screwed like two teenagers. She was the aggressor and happily rode astride his giant prick over and over, partly because she was so pleased about her new power belt and partly because she felt guilty for having put out to Ronnie to get it. She even played George’s favorite game for him, on both Saturday and Sunday. She put on a pair of white short shorts that were indecently brief and tight and that drew attention to her crotch, its black pubic hair faintly darkening the white material and with wisps of pubic hairs working their way out from around the edges of the strained crotch material. She wore a matching halter top and her standard 4 inch high heels. George loved to prance her around in big shopping centers and watch the expressions on guys faces when then saw her outrageously ripe, scantily clad body and eye catching crotch. After a couple of hours of her walking prick tease show, they went home and had fantastic sex as George actually lived out the wet dreams of the guys who had seen her and did to her all of the things the ogling guys had wanted to do to her. The prick teasing game always got her extremely hot and extremely slutty for her monster bonered husband. When the weekend was over, George left on Monday morning, after one last blow job in the front seat of his car, happy, and with his balls on complete empty.
The rest of Monday and all day
Tuesday Margie’s buzz began to fizzle out and the realization of what she was
in for on Wednesday night settled in. Her mind began to dwell on the sex
acts she was going to have to commit with the donkeys. Then she would
think about having to perform those acts in front of a huge audience of lust
filled
---------- And now the fateful day had come. She was going to the depths of depravity in order to secure a bright future as a super heroine. Destiny calls! She looked down between her wide-spread legs. Somehow there were now four fingers inside her and they were vigorously probing her dripping vagina. Margie removed the errant, naughty digits, got up and put the coffee cup in the sink, rinsed off her very sticky hand, went upstairs and took a very needed cold shower.
She dressed for
B.
1.
OFF TO PEDRO’S:
Margie drove to Ronnie’s office and found him impatiently waiting for her. He looked her over and whistled as he said “God damn puss you look fantastic. Kind of wanted to look good and sexy for old Pedro when you give him his blow job, huh?” Margie ignored his crude comment and asked, “are you ready to go?” Ronnie grabbed his keys and they walked out to his Cadillac. She opened the passenger door and found that the car was full of debris; paper cups, half eaten Twinkies, paper cups, bottles, cans, candy wrappers, cigarette butts. The cloth seats were filthy and stained. She had to brush off the seat just to make a place to sit down. Damn she thought, this sleazy bastard is truly a complete pig.
They drove out onto the expressway
and roared towards
They reached the border and stopped
at the guard post. They got through the border guard post without much of
a problem except for the time lost while the border guards milled around and
watched the head guard make a production out of searching her. After that
slowdown it was only a short time before they pulled up at Pedro’s huge bordello.
They identified themselves to the doorman and he eagerly had them ushered up to
Pedro’s office. They went into a huge, elegant office and Margie saw a
tall, expensively dressed, evil looking, very dark, mustachioed Mexican sitting
behind a large desk. He was flanked by two brutish looking, heavy gutted,
uniformed policemen who were apparently his body guards. “Ah senor Ronnie
come in, come in” Pedro said with a wave of his hand. “So this is the
super heroine senorita who has agreed to perform with my donkeys. Damn
Ronnie she even looks better than her pictures. Have her turn around a
couple of times and let me see all of her goodies” Pedro ordered him.
“You heard the man puss, show him your stuff”, Ronnie barked. Margie was
a little miffed that they were talking about her like she was a piece of meat
but she obediently did as she was told. “Chingawa,
what a body. Shit the donkeys are going to love getting to fuck that
stuff. Man that body looks like it was specially built to be fucked by
donkeys. The audience is going to love watching this bitch put on a show
with that equipment. They are going to go crazy when the donkeys have
their way with her and defile those plush Anglo American curves. The
donkeys will do to this proud, beautiful Anglo American trophy princess what
the audience would like to do to the arrogant, imperialist
2.
“PAYING” MORE CONTRACT FEES:
“Well first things first. Have her show me what kind of hummer she’s going to give my donkeys”, Pedro ordered. “You heard the man puss. Get down there on your knees and show the Pedro what a great cocksucker you are” Ronnie ordered her. Margie hated that the Mexican bordello master had not even spoken to her yet but she submissively did as instructed. As she knelt and began unbuckling the Mexican’s belt, Ronnie said, “Pedro I’m telling you that you are fixing to get the best god damn blow job you’ve ever had. She’s a lot better at giving head than any of your whores are. The bitch has a real talent for face fucking. She not only does a hell of a job eating cockmeat but she looks absolutely sensational doing it”.
Margie got Pedro’s pants open and pulled out a very large, very dark, heavily fore skinned male pole. “Give it a French kiss puss”, Ronnie told her. She bent her head and did as she was told, ovaling her lips and slipping the head of the thick Mexican penis into her mouth and gaving it a long, wet tongued French kiss. “Puss, Pedro here likes cocksucking bimbos to look him in the eye while they service his meat, so make some eye contact and let him see you how much you’re enjoying eating his dong” Ronnie instructed her. Margie looked up at the leering face peering down at her as she groveled at the feet of the big time brothel owner, worshiping his now glistening thick prick. “Show Pedro how good you suck balls puss, and lap them good”, Ronnie ordered. She lifted her head off of Pedro’s very stiff prick, grasped his almost black hairy sack of balls and sucked one of them into her mouth and gave it a long gentle tongue licking suck before she alternated and took the other almost bull sized testicle into her hot moist mouth as drool began running down her chin. The almost glazed look in the wicked Mexican’s eyes told Margie that she was giving him all that he wanted.
After gratifying the head pimp’s scrotum, Margie smoothly switched from ball lapping to cocksucking. She gave him a wild, head-bobbing face fuck and after much work and drool she got the big brown rigid boner to shoot its creamy, tangy wad into her mouth. Her eyes were locked on Pedro’s as he emptied his balls into her gulping mouth and she watched him smile nastily as he got the full dominating satisfaction of seeing her take his jism into her oral receptacle and drink it down for him. Pedro smiled broadly - watching beautiful Anglo women kneel in subjugation before him and swallow his spunk was the most pleasurable and gratifying sexual act in his life.
“God damn Pedro, did I promise you she was one fantastic cocksucking slut” Ronnie exclaimed. “Yeah you did, old buddy, she was everything you promised she would be and more. Man I can’t wait to see her give my donkeys a cocksucking like that. The donkeys are in for a real treat”, Pedro said approvingly. “Alright puss crawl over here and give me some oral relief. Watching you eat Pedro’s meat has got me real turned on” the fat agent said in anticipation. Margie crawled over to the repulsive little agent and dutifully applied herself to fulfilling more of the terms of her contract. While she fucked her mouth with Ronnie’s fat tool Pedro said, “does the slut do deep throat?” “I don’t know but with your help I bet she can” Ronnie laughed. Margie saw Pedro get up and go behind her and she felt him grab two fists full of her hair. “Alright baby just relax and enjoy yourself”, Pedro said as he shoved her head hard down onto Ronnie’s rigid dong, driving its head into her tonsils and choking her. He pulled her head up and then rammed it back down again and she felt a little of the thick tube penetrate her throat. “Relax puss and let it in” Ronnie coaxed. They kept repeating the process gaining a fraction of an inch at a time as she choked and gasped and sucked. Fortunately the penetration of her mouth by each of their pricks had put her fully into her man pleasing frame of mind and she cooperated, as best she could, with their force fuck of her throat. Finally full deep throat was achieved as her lips and nose were mashed flush against Ronnie’s pubic mound, her face buried in his thick, matted, rank smelling pubic hair. Pedro kept ramming her head down on Ronnie’s prick until it finally began erupting down her wide open throat. Pedro held her head tight, with Ronnie’s flesh tube stuffed in at full depth, and let the fat agent ejaculate directly into her belly. Finally Pedro released her head and she lifted it up freeing her throat and mouth from Ronnie’s very satisfied penis, and gasped for breath.
3.
SHUT UP, SLUT, AND JUST DO YOUR JOB:
She glared at Ronnie and muttered, “you bastard”. “What’s your complaint puss? Remember under the terms of the contract you freely signed, we each get a blow job, nobody said what kind” Ronnie smiled smugly. Pedro interjected, “ yeah you dumb fuckin’ slut, shut up and just do your job. You’re here to give two head jobs and to put on a show with my donkeys. Now quit your bitching and just do what the fuck you’re told to do. You’ve got $13,500 of my money and I want you to fulfill your contractual responsibilities without complaining about a god damn thing. Got me, whore?” “Yes, I understand, I’m sorry” Margie said, not wanting to cause a problem now. “Now that’s more like it, bitch”, Pedro said approvingly. “Yeah” Ronnie chimed in, “you’re here to earn that new power belt so you had better get your ass in gear and do what you are god damn well told to do”. “Alright, alright I will, I promise”, Margie said, trying to get this problem behind her. “Now that’s more like it, cunt, now you’re talking sense”, Ronnie said.
Pedro told her, “Now go in the bathroom over there and put on your super heroine costume and get all primped up. The audience and the donkeys are waiting for you and they want to see you looking your best”. Margie picked up her bag and went into the bathroom and changed. She looked into the full length mirror, freshening her makeup and adjusting the material of her costume until she was pleased with the image she saw in the mirror. She was very sure that the audience was going to love the way she looked and she wondered whether the donkeys would know what a special piece of ass they were getting. Satisfied everything was perfect, Margie went back into Pedro’s office.
“Wow” Pedro said, “I believe you are the sexiest looking broad I’ve ever seen. Hell I’d even pay to see that equipment get fucked by a donkey”. “Yeah” Ronnie said, “ain’t she something?” “And Margie”, Pedro said, “you are in luck, my donkey is as well trained to fuck that fine looking body of yours, as your body is built to get donkey fucked. My animal’s done nothing but fuck my whores since he was two years old. He’s learned how to do it real good and knows how to give a girl a fucking they’ll never forget, as you are soon going to find out”.
Pedro motioned for her to sit down. “Alright Margie, here’s the deal. It isn’t enough that you just demean yourself by letting my donkeys put their meat to you, the Mexican audience that’s out there waiting for you, wants and expects you to be completely humiliated for them. In order for that to happen, this show has to be staged so that you are being made to fuck the donkeys, not just that you are just letting them fuck you for money. So here’s the way we are going to stage the show. First we’ll handcuff your hands behind your back and put a rope around your neck and lead you onto the stage. Now when you see the donkey that’s waiting for you, you act as though you are appalled at what we are going to make you do with it and you attempt to pull away. My two guards here, who will be taking you onto the stage, will jerk you back and hit you with some body punches until you drop to your knees. Now they are going to pop you pretty good. The audience knows that you are a super heroine and can take real punishment so you stay up awhile and take plenty of punches before you go down. Then my guards will get you up and put you on the gurney we use with our regular whores and strap you down, so you are ready to be pushed under the donkey for your fucking. You got the plot of the show so far, babe”, Pedro queried? Margie nodded yes.
Pedro went on, “next, after you’ve been wheeled up to the donkey’s dong, one of my whores will fit the head of the donkey’s dick into your snatch, then the donkey will be goosed and you’ll get your first feel of donkey dong penetrating your lovely cunt. The whore will keep helping guide the donkey’s prick until he gets his stroke down then you’ll get the damndest fucking you’ll ever get in your life. And, lucky you, all you have to do is lay there and let the donkey try to drive his meat in up to your tonsils. Believe me you’ll be damned glad you’ve got super heroine powers cause your pussy is going to be stretched, reamed and plundered beyond belief and when the donkey climaxes you not going to believe what a load of cum he is going to pump into you. Your husband is going to be getting sloppy donkey seconds for a month”.
Continuing, Pedro said, “after the donkey fuck is over my guards will unhook you and get you off the gurney and two more donkeys will be led on stage. These will be the ones you are going to cocksuck. You again make a show of how much you don’t want to have to suck the donkey’s dongs and try to pull away. My boys will beat on you some more and you get them to stop by pleading for them to stop hitting you by telling them you will blow the donkeys. Then you get down on your knees in front of the first animal’s prick and one of my whores will feed you some donkey dong and you really get with it and suck him off real good. When you have taken the first donkeys load, wait while they rig up the next donkey then move in and grab his dong and stick it in your mouth and give that burro a blow job just like you gave me awhile ago. You got all that?” “Yes, but Ronnie never told me anything about my being punched” Margie said. “Hey you signed on to be humiliated for my audience’s pleasure, so this is the way it has to be done in order to give the crowd the gratification they have paid to receive. You are getting hit to make the whole plot work for the audience. Now this is the way it has to be and it is what you and I contracted for, so just do everything I’ve told you, take the beatings and the fucking and earn the money I’ve already paid you. You straight on everything?”. “Yes”, Margie said with a shrug of resignation, now just wanting to get on with this.
4.
IT’S DONKEY TIME (spell that MULE):
Pedro motioned his two guards over. “Handcuff her hands behind her back”, he ordered. The two Mexicans roughly jerked Margie’s arms behind her back and put the handcuffs on her wrists. “You got the rope”, Pedro asked?. “Si senor”, said one of the guards. “Put it around her neck”, Pedro instructed him. Pedro’s henchmen put the loop over her head and and grinned evilly as they jerked it tight around her neck. Pedro said to Margie, “I’ve instructed these guys already on what’s to happen on the stage so they know exactly what to do to you. Okay you gorgeous Amazon whore, its showtime. Now get out there and give my audience the performance they came to see”.
The two guards led Margie to the stage entrance then, on cue, pulled her roughly onto the arena stage at the end of the rope. The stage was surrounded by a couple of thousand Mexican men sitting on tall tiers of circular bleachers. Extremely bright lights illuminated the stage enabling the audience to see everything clearly. The two guards led her around the edge of the stage twice letting the audience get a good look at the magnificent body they were going to get to watch get totally debauched by Pedro’s donkeys, for their sexual entertainment and gratification. In the middle of the stage was a very large, brown, rawboned, ugly looking Mexican mule. The animal had a harness on that fit around its chest. The animal’s legs stuck through two holes in the harness and the top of the harness had a ring that had a chain hooked through it. The chain was attached to a hoist that was connected to a ceiling beam. When it was time for action, the hoist would lift the mule’s front end up until he was in a reared position its front hooves well off of the stage floor. The mules two back legs were spread apart, hooves flat on the floor and attached to short posts that stuck up out of the stage floor. These posts kept the animal’s back hooves from slipping when it thrust forward to fuck the woman who was at his disposal.
Margie looked at the waiting animal. In spite of the din of noise from the frenzied, howling crowd, and the extremely bright lights, the mule looked very calm. This was obviously nothing new to him; from what Pedro had said the mule had been fucking women for years. Margie thought that the mule was looking her over like he was sizing her up, admiring her statuesque figure like he knew that she had been brought there to be his next conquest. She glanced down and saw the mule’s immense member hanging between its legs, seemingly half way to the floor. She swallowed hard wondering how that thing could possibly be put inside her, it seemed to be an impossible task.
Without thinking she stepped back as she, for the first time, fully realized the enormity of what was about to happen to her. Since this had been a reflex action on her part, she was surprised when she felt one of the fat guard’s ham sized fist bury itself almost up to the wrist in her stomach, bending her over at the waist with a loud “whoosh”. The other guard yanked her back up straight by the rope around her neck and his buddy punched her again. The hand holding the rope prevented her from pitching forward this time as the other guard gave her three more gut shots to the absolute delight of the cheering crowd. Spurred on by the roar of approval from the ecstatic crowd the two policemen happily belted her body hard several more times before she slid down to her knees gasping, trying to draw some air back into her lungs. As she sucked for air, one of the guards gratuously kicked her hard in the stomach to the enthusiastic applause of the audience.
Pedro grabbed the microphone and said,
“well senors, as advertised, we have one of the
beautiful Anglo American super heroines here with us. We are here tonight
to show the imperialist
The two guards jerked her roughly to her feet by the rope around her neck and walked her over to the gurney, a portable table with wheels on each of its legs. The guards removed the handcuffs from Margie’s wrists, pulled her tights down and let her step out of them, exposing her lower body completely. The policemen lifted her onto the gurney and pushed her down on her back. One of the guards brought over a six foot long wooden pole that looked like a large broom handle. The pole had shackles attached to each end. The two guards pulled her legs up until the were splayed as wide apart as possible, her knees being up almost even with her breasts, then laid the wooden pole behind her bent knees and attached sleeve cuffs just above her knees and to her wrists. When they were through she was trusted up like a Christmas turkey, her vagina wide open and upturned, her thighs spread to the maximum. They buckled a strap that was attached to the gurney, over her waist to keep her from sliding backwards on the table top when the mule thrust his dong into her cunt. The table top was made out of a heavy rubber sheet so it would flex under her ass when the mule really thrust his hips forward hard to bury his meat into her imprisoned, virtually stationary pussy.
The tension in the big room was electric as the overhead pulley was activated and the front of the mule was slowly lifted. Margie looked the large animal in the eye again and its tongue was hanging out as though it was licking its lips as it watched her. When the mule got to its fully reared position she raised her head and looked between its back legs again and its enormous dong looked even more ominous than ever. “God this was going to be a truly painful experience,” she thought to herself.
The big rawboned mule was now in place so the guards began rolling the gurney towards the waiting animal, the rope that was still around her neck trailing behind, until Margie’s wide open pussy was positioned right in front of the huge glistening mule dong. A beautiful Mexican whore came over and, to Margie’s surprise, bent down and French kissed her open mouth swilling her tongue around inside Margie’s mouth. The whore’s mouth had an interesting mixture of sexual flavors Margie found as their two tongues wrapped around each other earthily. Then the whore started sliding down Margie’s body biting her erect nipples through the material of the top of her costume and licking her stomach, all the while fingering Margie’s moist channel. The whore then grasped the mule’s member and rubbed her wet fingers over the head of the mule’s cock, moistening it with Margie’s cuntal juices. She then held the big, almost black dong in position and the guards rolled the gurney forward until the cock head pressed firmly against Margie’s pink lipped vagina. Margie lifted her head and watched, with concerned fascination, at what was going on between her legs. The guards pushed the gurney forward a couple of more inches and the Mexican whore goosed the mule causing it to thrust its hips forward and actually achieve its first partial penetration of an inch or two. The mule was goosed again as the guards held the gurney firmly in place. Margie felt her now wet and heated pussy accept another inch of the huge mule dong, the animals prick creating excruciating pressure on the walls of her channel, as the breathless audience heard a loud groan come from the partially impaled, statuesque super heroine.
Margie felt sure she would be split by the immense member but her channel relaxed a little and on the next thrust she felt an additional inch go in her terribly stretched orifice bringing a near scream from her, to the absolute delight of the audience. The guards then pressed the gurney’s wheel locks into special holes in the floor and fixed the table into place and of course Margie with it. The mule was warming to his pleasurable sexual task and was humping Margie, with each thrust burying more and more of his huge member into the super heroine’s pussy that his handlers had been nice enough to provide him with. The mules progress was being gained at much stress and strain to Margie’s magnificently endowed lower body. She couldn’t imagine that delivering a baby could be any harder. She groaned in pain from the tremendous pressure of the mules dong on the, fortunately now very slick, walls of her channel.
Over her continuous moans of pain she could hear the frenzy of the watching crowd as they cheered non-stop for the mule, urging him to totally take the Anglo American super heroine. Margie had to admit that the mule was achieving the goal of the crowd, as it felt to her that he had managed to get his whole dong inside her. Now assured that the huge weapon wasn’t going to split her in two Margie began to feel her body want to please the thrusting animal and she started humping her ass for him, as best she could in her restrained position. Damn, she thought, it was obvious that her promiscuity weakness could be triggered by mules, too. The audience could see her humiliate herself by responding to the mules giant prick and knew that he had conquered her. They almost blew the roof of the building with their wild cheering. The mule’s member was beginning to bump against the back of her channel now and she raised her head and watched an amazing amount of the animal’s massive dark pole disappear over and over into her lushly curved, marvelously endowed lower body. The animal was now comfortably in full stroke and fucking the hell out of her as the crowd chanted in rhythm to his strokes. The mule was so experienced at humping whores that it seemed to Margie as though he was pacing himself in order to make the pleasurable use of her pussy last as long as possible before he shot his wad. He had now taken full control of her and she was climaxing like a nympho slut for him and was trying to help him get every bit of his monster tool into her very hot and willing body.
After what seemed like hours of fucking Margie’s superb, outrageously curved body, the mule was obviously getting close to losing it so Pedro had the Mexican whore start goosing him hard and during the final three or four minutes Margie got brutally pounded to the absolute lustful satisfaction of the howling crowd. As Pedro had promised, Margie’s tongue lolled out of her mouth as she was totally fucked and filled by the now half crazed mule’s enormous blood swollen dong. The mob went almost out of their mind when then saw the mule go into the last throes of sexual frenzy, then shoot his enormous load into the Anglo super heroine’s exotically stacked, waiting body. Margie felt a veritable river of mule cum spray into her channel. It was much more cum that she could retain and the thick fluid rebounded off the back wall of her totally reamed cuntal channel and literally sprayed out around the mouth of her well stretched pussy and onto her stomach and thighs. The Mexicans went berserk as their donkey champion finished off the Anglo American super heroine for them by driving his final few thrusts into the full depth of the marvelously built body. When the mule had finished her off, the crowd went temporarily limp with gratification at seeing her total defeat. “Whew”, Margie thought to herself, “now I really know what it means to get hosed”.
5.
NOW IT REALLY IS DONKEY TIME (slurp, slurp):
The mule had not only got his piece of her super heroine ass, Margie thought, he had also greased the skids for his two relatives. She was in her full male pleasing mode, or in this case donkey pleasing mode, and was more than ready for her next task. The two guards took the locks off the wheels of the gurney and slowly rolled it back. Margie felt the still hard mule cock gradually slide out of her clutching pussy until it finally came out of her with a loud plop. The guards took the shackles off of her, unbuckled the broad leather strap then sat her up and helped her off of the table. They grabbed her tights and put them back on her marvelously shaped, unbelievably well used lower body. The guards grabbed the end of the rope around her neck and jerked her forward and paraded her around the stage letting the audience get a close-up look at her magnificent, mule conquered body and yell filthy insults at her. Meanwhile the mule was let back down and taken away as a donkey was already being harnessed up and its front legs hoisted off the floor.
The guards brought her back and Margie looked at the next animal. It was smaller than the mule that had just forked her. She looked at his erect donkey dong and was thankful that she had a large mouth because it was obviously going to be a challenge to get that thing between her lips. Following the script and trying to be a good actress, she feigned horror that they were going to make her have oral sex with the donkey. The guards each hit her as planned to the loud cheers of the audience. Margie took the wickedly hard blows to her body as she painfully waited for the two guards to finish fulfilling the script story line.
Unbeknownst to Margie, Pedro had seen the terrific response from the audience when his guards had pummeled her the first time around and, ever the showman, Pedro had told his guards to work her over even better this time. After the first series of blows had driven her to her knees the policeman brutally hauled her back to her feet by the noose around her neck. Margie looked at the Mexican policeman standing in front of her. His eyes locked onto hers and he grinned as he drove his big fist into her already well abused stomach. Margie bent over gasping. He grasped her chin and pulled her back up straight and again looked into her eyes as he lifted his knee, smashing it hard into her crotch and smiled sadistically as he watched her eyes glaze over with pain. Margie fell back into the arms of the guard behind her. His arms hooked under her armpits and he was holding her up in a half sitting position with her thighs widespread. Her abuser then kicked her in her fully exposed, mule cum soaked crotch and, to his great pleasure, saw more pain flash across her face as he heard her groan loudly from the hurt he had inflicted. He enjoyed that so much he gave her a uppercut in the same aching place. They then brutalized her with several more vicious whacks as the raucous audience was driven to a peak of frenzied lust as they watched the Anglo American beauty being beaten into submission by the two Mexican policemen.
After the second series of vicious blows had finally knocked Margie to her knees again, they dragged her over and deposited her in front of the donkey’s waiting rigid prick. The beautiful Mexican whore grasped the dark heavy tool in one hand and the hair on the back of Margie’s head in her other hand and with a dramatic flare inserted the head of the donkey dong into Margie’s wide open mouth. Then with pleasure the whore shoved Margie’s head forward impaling her and bringing a guttural roar from the delirious crowd. To complete the degradation of the American super heroine the donkey, as a reflex action to feeling Margie’s hot mouth engulf the head of his cock, jerked his hips forward and stuffed her mouth completely full of donkey dong, to the thunderous applause of the panting mob. Struggling to be able to breath Margie grasped the base of the long thick donkey prick in both hands and began bobbing her head, the donkey pleasing head action giving her a chance to get some air into her lungs. From then on the throng of overheated Mexicans hollered encouragement to the animal and insults at the kneeling Anglo American super heroine and thoroughly enjoyed watching their donkey orally sodomize the outrageously built, gorgeous Amazon.
Margie gorged herself on the hefty male weapon and adjusted her technique to be able to absorb the thrusts of the donkey’s hips, without choking, as he humped her face. The donkey had real staying power and she sucked for a long time before the happy animal finally shot his wad into her sucking oral receptacle. The first ejaculation was so large that it overflowed the small amount of space that was available inside her dong filled mouth and at least half of the thick cream surged out from between her stretched lips and the animal’s thick pole while she fought to swallow the other half. The over flow continued as the sex crazed animal continued emptying his donkey’s balls into her hard working mouth and when he was finally finished Margie’s chin, neck and tits were soaked with his jusm. The audience was virtually out of their mind as they cheered the donkey as though he was a national hero, which in their mind he actually was. Margie finally let the donkey dong slid out of her mouth and knelt there with her head hung down resting her tired neck. The audience took her bowed head as meaning that she had been totally defeated by their donkey champion and they went into fits of applause to celebrate her defeat and jeering her for being such a sluttish whore.
The two guards crudely jerked Margie to her feet by the rope around her neck and paraded her around the edge of the stage again, showing her completely cum soaked condition to the insult spewing, nastily cheering crowd while the first donkey was quickly replaced with a second one. When the crowd had been satiated temporarily by the close-up sight of Margie’s totally debauched body, she was led back to her position of kneeling donkey cock worship and had her mouth again filled with donkey dong. She proceeded to give the appreciative animal a world class blow job. This time, when the donkey was at the point of climaxing, the Mexican whore grasped the donkey’s dong and the hair on the back of Margie’s head and held them both firmly in place. The donkey’s cock erupted in Margie’s mouth and the whore rigidly held her head, making Margie swallow the thick cum until she was overwhelmed by the flood of donkey jism and started choking, at which time the whore pulled Margie’s mouth off the cock and held her head immobile while she aimed the big pole right at her face, and let the donkey’s spouting weapon shoot seemingly endless volleys of donkey spunk into her face, to the wild satisfaction of the nasty minded sea of Mexicans.
The guards again yanked the rope around Margie’s neck and got her to feet and dragged the seemingly defeated and humiliated Anglo American super heroine around the stage to the unrelenting delight of the lust filled audience. Margie looked out at the crazed crowd and hoped that the guards would hurry up and get her off the stage before the audience charged her and tried to get their own piece of her action. Finally they led her away. The three animals were being led onto the stage as she departed and she heard the audience break into a frenzy of cheers as the victorious animals received their well earned encore.
Margie was led back to Pedro’s office, still by the rope around her neck, with Pedro and Ronnie following her. Once inside Pedro congratulated her sleazy little agent, “senor that was spectacular, it couldn’t have gone any better. You must bring more of these super heroine whores down here and let my donkey’s fuck them. The audience will never get tired of seeing them humiliate themselves for my burros”. “Don’t worry I will Pedro” Ronnie promised as they shook hands. Margie slid the noose off over her head, grabbed her bag and followed Ronnie out to his car. They got in and drove away, Margie still covered from head to toe with wet, sticky donkey cum.
5.
GOING HOME EQUIPPED FOR SUCCESS:
Ronnie didn’t have anything in his trash filled car for her to use to wipe herself off so she had to pull off her tights and use them to wipe the cum off of her. When she had finished she slipped them back on over her magnificent, totally plundered, lower body. Ronnie gushed, “man that was some god damned show you put on with those donkeys, puss. Shit that mule really put the meat to you. I’ve never seen a woman get more thoroughly stuffed and fucked. Puss, believe me, you look absolutely fantastic with a mule cock shoved up your twat. Damn that well hung son of a bitch got just about all of it in that over stacked body of yours. Man you were worth every cent Pedro paid you to whore yourself in front of that audience. I bet that mule is going to be disappointed having to go back to fucking those Mexican whores again. He seemed to really enjoy getting a piece of your gorgeous Amazon ass”.
Margie listened to Ronnie’s off color compliments but didn’t respond. She was blissfully thinking about getting her hands on that state of the art power belt she had just paid for at considerable personal expense. She could hardly wait to put a clean costume on with her new power belt and get out there and whack some bad guys. Her mind also drifted to George’s new boss. She wondered what Sergio was going to propose that she do to help her husband in his career. She loved her husband and would do anything to help him he successful, both because he so much needed to be successful and because they needed the extra money that success would bring. Then her mind drifted to her night at Pedro’s. Ronnie was right that mule had given her the best fucking she had ever had. His tool had been enormous, even larger than her husbands by a whole lot. Whew, she smiled to herself, size really does matter. She admitted to herself that if she had been asked to make it with the mule again, she would have done it. Hell, if the mule had a good personality he would probably be able to talk her into being unfaithful to George, on the side.
And damn, she had learned tonight that it wasn’t men who got control of her through penetration, it was cocks. She was addicted to them and it obviously didn’t matter what or who they were attached too.
Ronnie drove and thought about what he had seen this stunningly beautiful and outrageously stacked super heroine do tonight. It had been unbelievable what she had let those donkey’s do to her. What a fabulous slut she was. When they got across the border he was going to have to get another blow job to relieve the pressure that had built up by watching her get hammered by Pedro’s mule. Man it had also been good to get his cash commission from getting her to put on that donkey show. He wondered who else in his stable of super heroine clients he could talk into doing what Margie had just done. It was not wishful thinking to wonder about who might agree to do it because all of these gorgeous, stacked super heroines were sluts. The major thing that worked against him was that they nearly all had lots of money. Hey, maybe this willingness to let donkey’s fuck you runs in the family. Margie’s mother is one fantastic looking broad herself. Hell they look like sisters. Maybe he could talk the mother into putting out for Pedro’s burros. Shit it’s worth a try. She was a super heroine once, maybe she’d like to get back into the business again and will need some equipment she can’t pay for. Pedro would love to advertise to his fans that they could see the mother of the super heroine they had watched be humiliated by his donkeys, let the donkeys humiliate her too. Hell I love the idea. I’ve got to get the broad’s number from her daughter.
They went through the border check point and were finally on their way to