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Motel Hello by Nine Ball
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Motel Hello
By: Nine Ball
I was just finishing up attendance at a conference in Las Vegas, but had
a couple of days to kill. So I rented a room at another motel, a sleazy,
cheap one off the main drag. I registered as Smith and paid cash. I took
over only those things I was going to need to effect my plan.
I met her at one of the casino bars. She had been having good luck on
the dollar slots and had maybe one too many drinks. She was looking
for a good time an agreed to go to my place. Once in the room, we chatted
for a few minutes, and then gravitated to the bed for some heavy petting.
I reached over to turn out the lamp, and in the darkness I pulled out
the taser, pushed it into her ribs and pulled the trigger. She never
new what hit her.
When she came to, she was bound and gagged. She squirmed and tugged at the
restraints but they didn't budge. She tried to scream out, but it was
muffled and never left the room. I had prewrapped both wrists and ankles
with athletic tape to protect the skin. I had tied each hand to the headrail
of the bed about shoulder width apart with nylon webbing. I wound athletic
tape around the knots and around the webbing on her wrists so that it would
not slip off. I had folded her fingers into fists and wound tape around her
hands so they couldn't open. I had fed a long plastic tube down her
throat to give her water to drink. I had folded a wash cloth into a neat
bundle, stuffed her mouth full and taped it in place. I had tied webbing
around her ankles and taped it to keep it from sliding. Her ankles were
suspended from the corner posts at the head of the motel bed, so that they
were above her head and about one meter apart. Her head was on a pillow,
and I had stuffed two more pillows under her rump. There she lie, on her
back, arms beyond her head, legs high and wide, soles of her feet facing
the ceiling. She was COMPLETELY exposed and immobilized. Everything from
her tailbone to the top of her head was available to me and my devices,
her anus, her pussy, her tits, her armpits, her neck, her thighs, her...
It was actually quite obscene.
I stood on the bed over her. My cock was hard and bobbing about. She
looked up at me and continued to squirm. Tears of terror flowed down her
cheeks. I knelt down next to her and kneaded her breasts, pinching her
nipples to erectness. I worked up a large load of saliva and spit it into
my right hand. I reached down with my that hand and smeared the saliva all
around her crotch, making it all wet and drippy. I then pushed her head to
the side with my left hand. I bent over, stuck my tongue into her ear, and
then said "I've got you. Your pussy belongs to me! I'm gonna fuck your pussy.
I'm gonna fuck your tits. I'm gonna fuck your asshole. Then I'm gonna wipe
your shit off my dick with your nose." The fear rose up in her and she began
to thrash wildly against her restraints. She then lost control and pissed,
emptying her bladder of urine. Luckily, I had spread a sheet of plastic over
the bed, and it puddled up. I left the bed to get a towel. As I came back
from the bathroom, she looked at me with pleading eyes and I just smiled
broadly. I mopped up the pee and then got down to business.
I laid down on top of her, licking her breasts and neck. I pressed the
purple head of my cock up to her pussy lips. I cradled her face in my hands.
Then staring deep into her eyes, I thrust the entire length of my penis
into her. I hit bottom on that first thrust, and her entire body shuddered.
I pressed hard, grinding my hips back and forth, pushing the tip of my
dick against her cervex. I pulled back, almost out, and thrust again,
and again, and again... I was so excited at what I was doing to her,
that after only about fifteen or twenty thrusts I came. My body stiffened,
I gripped her shoulders and plunged firmly against her with my hips. With
each rolling wave of ecstasy I pulled at her shoulders, driving as deep as
I could. I grunted and growled in her ear with each wave "ungggh, uggg,
uggg, offfff, ffffuck, fuuuck, fuuuck, ffuffuff..." My orgasm went on for
at least a minute, slowly subsiding, each wave getting smaller and farther
spaced. Finally I was done, and my body went limp on top of her. I
could feel her chest rising and falling as she breathed. I felt my dick
going soft inside her. I relaxed completely and fell asleep on top/inside
of her.
I awoke after a while, still in/on her, maybe after an hour or so. I got up
off of her and saw that she had peed again during my slumber. It angered
(and excited) me so I slapped her face hard, once, twice, several more times.
The whole left side of her face turned red and began to swell. The urine
had formed several puddles, so I cupped my hands together and captured
some of it. I held my hands over her face and let the pee trickle onto
her face and into her nostrils. She huffed and sneezed at that, then as
she drew in her next breath she snorted in a big load of her own urine.
She sneezed again, choking and coughing. I laughed and snickered at
the sight. She tugged again at her restraints, but she was stuck, but good!
I filled an enema bag fully with some very strong coffee from a thermos. I
attached the bag to the tube coming out of her taped mouth. when I released
the valve, the coffee flowed down the tube directly into her stomach. Probably
more than a liter of strong java went in. I didn't want her sleeping.
I mopped up the pee again, and threw the towel into the bathtub. I returned
with the motel ice bucket full of warm, soapy water. I proceeded to
bath her entire body, mopping the sweat off of her. I scrubbed her pussy
with particularly rigorous attention. She had a beautiful pussy, small
demure labia, proudly erect clitoris, pink and puckered anus, thick stand of
sandy colored hair. I worked my thumb into her pussy to lubricate it, then
forced it rudely up her asshole. I worked it around inside of her. She
squirmed some more, and let out some more muffled grunts of discomfort.
After a bit I withdrew my thumb and, as promised, rubbed it back and forth
under her nose, wiping off the little pieces of shit that had escaped her ass.
I had felt a couple of terds with my thumb, so I decided to preempt any
accidents she might have with an enema.
I got out the enema bag, and filled it three-quarters with warm water. To
that I added a very generous squirt of dish soap. After shaking lightly
I added about a half a cup of vegetable oil. The result was a slimy,
slippery, warm fluid. I took the enema rig and the ice bucket over to the
bed. I inserted the nozzle up her butt, held the bag up and released the
valve. The entire bag flowed into her rectum. I then placed a large butt
plug in her anus so that it would all stay in for a few minutes. After
a while the feeling of fullness started to do its work. I could see the
muscles of her abdomen start to churn. She started to squeeze, trying to
push out the load in her bowels, but the plug held it in. I started to
get excited watching her push. My erection returned, so I got back on top
of her, positioned my dick at her rear, pulled the plug and immediately
jammed my dick up her ass, plugging it again. I began ramming her with
full length strokes of my dick. I pinched and pulled at her nipples with
both hands, letting my full body weight lie on top of her. Her breathing
was short and fast as she groaned in pain and fear. I licked her face and
neck with my tongue. I found her ear with my mouth and firmly bit down on
her ear lobe, not hard enough to draw blood, just pain. I stopped the
ramming strokes for a minute, catching my breath. I could feel her rectal
muscles pushing against my prick, trying to expel it.
I told her "Let me describe what your feeling. It feels like your very, very
constipated. Your bowels are filled to the brim, yet a large terd is
plugging you up, keeping you from taking a shit. You squeeze and push, but
nothing happens. Then the big terd in your ass moves out. That much should
be familiar. Then you feel something new and unfamiliar. The terd stops
and goes back up your ass! That new feeling is MY dick being shoved up
YOUR rectum. When I pull my dick out, it feels like you are taking a
huge shit. But when I ram it home, thtt's called sodomy. But since I didn't
ask your permission, and you can do nothing to stop me, it's really called
ANAL RAPE! Yes, I'm raping your asshole, and I won't stop until I'm done.
When I fucked your pussy earlier, I came rather quickly. But I'm on my second
erection, now. I'll be able to keep it up for an hour or more. So when I
am done, your anus will be so stretched out that a grapefruit will fit up
there."
So I continued with this abuse of her helpless body, pumping her butt,
roughing her tits, slapping her face, verbally degrading and taunting her,
crushing her with my weight, biting, resting a bit, doing it all some
more. Sometimes I would feel an orgasm welling up inside me. When that
happened, I would stop humping and hover my face over hers, letting
saliva drool onto her face and into her eyes and nose. Mostly she just
laid there with a glazed look in her eyes. But sometimes she would sob
deeply, quietly. This only made me more excited, and my thrusts up her butt
became more rigorous. After some twelve or fifteen cycles of fuck...rest...
fuck...rest... I felt yet another orgasm rising up. I allowed this one
to continue and enjoyed another wrenching explosion of pleasure, driving my
cock up her ass, bruising her pelvis, pressing my body on top of hers, biting
her neck, shoulders, and ears. Again my orgasm went on and on. She knew
I was peaking out at her expense and she gurgily groaned with each breath
"mmmmmnnnnngngngn, uuunggggggggg, uuuunggggg, uuuuuuunnaaa,..." Tears again
flowed from her eyes, joining the puddle of sweat and saliva on the pillow.
Finally my orgasm subsided. I rested.
I knew that the moment I pulled out of her ass, she would squirt shit and
water and semen like a fire hose. I looked and the ice bucket was on the
floor, well out of reach. I felt my prick going soft, and enimal fluid
leaking past me. I had to move quick. I jerked myself out of her and rolled
over grabbing the bucket. Luckily she began squirting water only at first.
I was able to get the bucket under her before the shit came out. She
completely unloaded her bowels into the bucket. I had to put my hand over
the stream to divert it down into the bucket. As each terd came out, it hit
my hand and then bounced into the bucket with a plop. Soon she was empty,
exhausted. I poured her ejecta into the toilet and flushed. I returned to
the bed and played with her raped asshole. One, two, three fingers fit
easily into her anus. The fourth finger took a little pushing, but I soon
had enough of my hand up her anus to start working my thumb in. I worked my
thumb into her, and my entire hand slid past her sphincter. I fluttered my
hand around her rectum, feeling her tender inner tissues. I rolled my hand
into a fist and pulled slowly back. Her asshole stretched almost to ripping
where my fist was widest. I pushed my hand in again, then pulled slowly again.
I pistoned my fist in and out of her, each time stretching her sphincter to
its limits. After a mintue or two of this, I pulled back to where the
stretching was maximum and held it there. I then pushed my fist up her rectum
until some 15 or 20 centemeters of my forearm were inside. Then I pulled one
last time, rudely, completely out. I went into the bathroom and washed
my hands.
Again I brought a bowl of warm soapy water and swabbed her down. After I
had wiped her down, I examined her sex closely. Her anus had been a tightly
puckered shit pincher. Now it was a loose, gaping hole at least several
centimeters across. I stuck my tongue in and wagged it around, then licked her
pussy a little. I went to my bag and returned with a few new items. First
I took a close up polaroid of her crotch area. I put the picture into a
zip-lock bag. I plugged in a pair of barber shears and quickly mowed her
pubic bush down to where each hair was only one or two millimeters long.
I carefully picked up the clippings and put them into the plastic bag
with the photo. I tucked the bag neatly away in her purse, so she might
look at the picture and remember what her pussy looked like with hair. I then
got out the electrolysis kit and one by one, permanently removed all the
hair between her legs. She strained at her bindings, and pleaded with me
through the gag to stop. I didn't. Soon her pussy was as bald as a babies
bottom. I took a screwdriver and removed the mirror from the wall. I
propped it up on the bed in such a way that she could get a long, close
look at what her pussy was going to look like for the rest of her life.
She laid there, looking at her splayed out legs, bruised face, hairless
pussy, and sagging asshole. I went into the bathroom and took a long,
hot, relaxing shower.
After my shower I laid down on the bed next to her and fell into a deep
sleep. When I woke up, I returned the mirror to the wall. I rummaged
around in her purse and found several hundred dollars. I took it all
and put it into my wallet. As I got dressed I told her what I intended to do.
"I am going out to find a stripper bar. I am going to watch a bunch of
nasty broads take their clothes off. These chicks are hungry for money,
and I've got all of yours in my pocket. When I give the dancers big tips,
they will do anything I want. They will be doing seductive, erotic dances
on my table, on my lap, and in my face. As I watch their gyrating
pussies, bouncing titties, and puckered assholes, I will think of you, all
alone in this room, lying on your back, your bald pussy waiting for a good
fucking. Just think: your money is going to pay to get me really horny
again. Then, when I return with a raging hard on, I am going to fuck
your pussy and rape your asshole all over again. And again. When I watch
the dancers, I'll think of you. Then when I fuck your helpless, ragdoll
body, I'll think of those nasty bitches at the bar. I won't even be
fucking you, I'll be fornicating with some naked slut dancer. You'll just
be a piece of meat underneath me."
I hooked up a rented video tape machine to the TV. I started a specially
edited tape I had brought. I had splice together six hours from many XXX
porn films. It was all pure penetration sequences. Pussies, assholes,
and throats being singly and multiply, simultaneously fucked. I rigged up
a set of headphones, secured them over her ears, and turned the volume up.
She was being clearly blasted with all the yelps, moans, groans and
shuddering squeals the pervade pornography. I force fed her another load
of very strong coffee, knowing the diuretic effects. Before I left, I took
out a jar of hot peppers. I poured some of the juices onto the corner of
a cloth and swabbed down her entire crotch area. As the stinging oils
began to take effect she began to involuntarily squirm. It burned, and
she longed to use her hands to rub and sooth her tender, violated parts.
As I left, she was pulling with all her might at the bindings on her
wrists and ankles.
I went downtown and found a well advertised bar. I found a seat at a table
in a dark corner. I watched the action for a bit, ordered a beer. As each
dancer finished her set, she would work her way around the bar, dancing in
front of each customer in turn, soliciting tips. A customer would typically
give a dancer a dollar for about a minute of attention. I played this game
for several rounds until a well endowed girl approached me. Towards the
end of her minute, I showed her two ten dollar bills, then waved one of them
at her. She gleamed, and proceeded to perform this intensely erotic dance
on my table. She laid on the table, putting her feet on my shoulders,
humping her hips up and down. She wriggled her tit in my face, massaging
her nipples to keep them erect. She turned to me doggie style and wagged
her ass in front of me. It went on for ten minutes or more. At the end
I gave her ten more dollars. She thanked me with a huge wet kiss. So it
continued, girl after girl. The first minute was an audition. If she
lacked luster in her dance, I gave her a buck and let her go. If she moved
well or was especially beautiful or well built, I offered her more for
more. All the while I kept in mind the image of my captive waiting for
me to return. It took several hours to exhaust the money I had brought with
me. By that time I was as horny as a billygoat. So I drove back to
the motel.
When I opened the door, she was still in position. From the big puddle,
it seemed she had pissed out at least half of the strong coffee I had
given her. It looked as though she had had a mild allergic reaction to
the pepper oils. Her pussy and asshole and all the surrounding tissues
were swollen and red. It looked painfully tender. I unbuckled my belt and
whipped her sex. Long red welts formed that went clear across her ass. I
whipped her breasts, too, and the bottoms of her feet. She lunged against
the restraints with each strike. She started to pee again, a long, colorless
arc towards the bottom of the bed. I grabbed the bucket and captured as much
as I could. I set up a funnel and poured it all down the tube in her throat
for recycling. I then opened another thermos of coffee, and poured that down
her feeding tube. I mopped up the urine, the room was beginning to stink.
I decided to scrub the pepper oils off of her pussy, and filled the bucket
with very hot soapy water. I first washed her puss with a cloth. The hot
water made her jerk about. Then I got out a scrub brush with stiff bristles.
I rigorously scrubbed her entire pelvic area, out onto her buns, up her
thighs and belly. I worked the brush hard, paying particular attention
to the area irritated by the pepper oils. Judging by her grunts and squirms
this must have quite painful. I also scrubbed her breasts, nipples, armpits,
and neck, making sure those areas were now bright red, very tender, and
extremely irritated. I got out the shears and mowed off her curly blonde hair.
I then took my facial shaver and cleaned up her scalp so that now she was
completely bald. The only hair left was her eyebrows. I got out the polaroid
camera and snapped off three or four rolls of pictures. I had found her
address book in her purse, and thought her boy friends might like to receive
some pictures.
I now removed my clothes an started to pleasure myself on her. I laid down
on her and roughly massaged her tits and pussy. I plunged my dick into her
vagina and pumped hard. Again she grunted and squirmed, as if she could
get away. I pulled out of her puss and rammed my cock into her ass,
stretching her sphincter out again. I continued pumping her, switching
holes every so often. I slapped her, bit her, crushed her. After quite a
while, I orgasmed a third time in her, in her pussy. I was quite exhausted,
and napped for a bit on top of her.
When I woke up I began to clean up the mess. I washed her completely,
giving her multiple douches and enemas to remove all traces of my hair and
semen. I wiped down all the smooth surfaces in the room, collected all my
gear. I loaded all the stuff into my car, and went back to the room for one
last lookey/feeley. I kissed her a little, licked her pussy some, thanked
her, fed her another liter of coffee, and left the room with her still tied up.
I crossed the street to a bar and went in for a drink. There I found a
group of six young men at a table. They were getting quite drunk, so I
approached them offering to buy them a round. We talked for a bit, trading
dirty jokes. Then I asked them if they would like to get laid. They
thought I was pimping and nearly threw me out, but I explained that it was
going to be free. I told them "She is in a room across the street. She
won't ask any questions or charge any money or give you any problems. She
likes it all ways, especially up the ass. She fantasizes screwing more than
one guy at a time. She is there, right now, waiting for you." I tossed the
room key on the table and left the bar. I crossed the street again and got
into my car. After a few minutes the men left the bar and crossed the street.
They were quite rowdy now, bragging about their dick sizes, saying "Me first!"
They stumbled about, found the room, and as they unlocked the door they
burst in, almost falling to the floor. Their laughter quit when they saw
the helpless nude woman tied to a bed, gagged, bald, bruised, writhng,
available, unable to defend herself from a gang rape in any way. They stood
there, almost in shock. Then the fellow closest to the door hung the "Do not
disturb" sign on the outside doorknob and closed the door.
Nine Ball
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