Nasty Girl: Revenge

Donna doesn't want Bob to go hunting.  She's afraid of being left
alone with her own children.  Tommy and Cindy are like two demon
kids, just waiting for the right opportunity, the chance to get her
alone, the time to extract their revenge.  Donna knows what she has
to do.  It is desperation that forces her to lock the bedroom door,
confronting her husband with a choice.

"Please, Bob," Donna begs, "Please don't leave me alone."
"But I like hunting."
"You like me too don't you," Donna says dropping her panties to her
ankles and suggestively lifting up her dress showing him her blond
thatch of pubic hair.

"Yes, but hunting is a man thing."
"I'll show you a man thing," Donna says unzipping his pants.

She gently fondles his dick, bending down to take it into her mouth.
Donna runs her tongue around the tip of his cock until it swells.
She pops it into her mouth with a series of quick short strokes
until it's rigid.  She can feel it pulsing in her hand. Then she
lets Bob thrust it into her mouth.  She has never allowed Bob oral sex
before.  She wants him to know that he can use or abuse her sexually
in exchange for staying home. Bob face fucks her with a vigor Donna
hasn't felt since they were first married.  Her wanton willingness
to please him, her need for him to stay, her sexual surrender, has
ignited his passions.

Donna denies him nothing.  Bob can do whatever he wants with her body.
He can fuck her face, take her from the rear, twist her nipples,
ejaculate on her face.  He can do it all, if only he will stay. If he
won't abandon her for the weekend, she will sexually submit to his
desires.

Sensing the submissive change in his wife, Bob decides to abuse her
verbally while he fucks her.

"You're a whore"
With his meat filling her mouth, Donna shakes her head in denial.

"You're my slut whore," Bob repeats taking advantage of her silence.
Donna opens her eyes, but can only see his pubic hair pushing into
her face.

"Suck my cum, slut," Bob insists.  With a quick jerk he withdraws
and spurts a small load of hot jizzum onto her face.

"Turn over bitch," Bob tells her.
Donna turns, letting his cock slide a trail of cum across her face.
Bob leaves her on the bed, heading for the bathroom.

Donna is relieved. She had been ready to submit sexually to any
demands, any perversion, as long as Bob stayed with her, as long as
he didn't leave her for a weekend of hunting, but now she is
comforted that his lust has apparently been shortlived.  She is
still exhuasted from the sexual abuse inflicted on her by her son,
Tommy.  She can use the rest.

Just as Donna's body is relaxing Bob returns.
"I'm back, slut."

Donna turns her head to see him holding a jar of Vic's Vapor Rub.
Bob plunges his index finger into the open jar of mentholated
petroleum jelly and gently inserts it into Donna's asshole.  He
repeats this several times.

Poke the jar.
Poke her anus.

Poke the jar.
Push his fingers into her asshole

Poke the jar.
Slide his hand into her hot ass.

Every repetition makes her ass burn more.  It keeps getting hotter,
burning like a fire inside.  Gradually, Bob increases the insertion
to include all of his fingers.  After he has plunged all five fingers
in and out repeatedly, he attempts pushing his entire fist into her.

Donna screams.

"Aaah !"  she shrieked as Bob's fist buries itself into her virgin ass.
"Oh, No !  Oh, No !  She wails.

His fist, hard and unyielding plunges into her asshole, stretching it
without relenting.  It is no longer poking, sliding, or plunging into
her.  Bob's fist is punching into her.  His fist is being swallowed
by her enlarged anus with each blow. It makes an obscene sucking sound
with each withdrawal. Bob notices his fist making a wet "slurp" sound
on each withdrawal and a "splat" sound with each insertion. Within a
short time, he develops it into a study rythum of sound.

"Slurp" goes his fist coming out.
"Splat" goes his fist going in.

"Slurp"
"Splat"

"Slurp"
"Splat"

For Donna it quickly develops into an unrelenting rythum of sound
and pain.

Pinned to the bed by the pumping fist, Donna feels waves of fear
ripple through her belly.  This is a hard long piston, churning up
her insides. There will be no quick climax.  There will be no
climax at all.  Her entire ass is on fire.

After an eternity of torment, the hand withdraws for the last time.
Donna's asshole spasms, the sphincter muscles contracting arythmically.
When they stopped her ass remains open.  There is a black hole the
size of a dime. Noticing this hole, Bob reachs into his pocket,
extracts 4 dimes and 2 quarters.  He flips a quarter onto her ass.
It's bigger then the opening.  He slides the quarter aside and
flips a dime, but it catches on the grease of the Vic Vapor's Rub.
Grabbing the hem of Donna's dress, he uses it like a towel to wipe
the grease off her butt.  The next dime flops onto her ass and slides
directly into the hole entirely disappearing. Bob flips in the
remaining 3 dimes before leaving on his hunting trip.  Exhuasted by
her ordeal, Donna falls asleep.  She slept dreaming that Bob is
laying on the bed beside her.  She slept thinking she is safe from
harm.

After Bob leaves, Cindy and Tommy spring into action.

It's the pale boy with the lifeless blue eyes and angry red pimples
on his forehead who gives them the implements for their revenge.  In
exchange, the boy will be allowed to videotape the torture. A modified
cattle prod with a remote control is slipped into Donna's open asshole
as she sleeps. It is a self-protection device for women called
"The Defender" capable of delivering over 100,000 volts of painful but
harmless electric shock. After the severe ass pounding by her husband's
fist she never even feels the four inch long thin metal tube slip inside
her.

Tommy wants to activate the remote immediately, waking his mother up
with a jolt of 100,000 volts of low amperage electric shock.  It will
feel as if her insides are on fire.  Her body will convulse with
pain.  She will be under their complete control.  The boy with the
angry red pimples restrained him. If they wait, Donna's anus will
slowly contract until the prod is firmly embeded inside. By waiting,
Donna's own body will work against her, sealing the prod inside her
bowels, preventing it from accidentally being expelled. To help hurry
the process, Cindy hunted through the spice cabinet in the kitchen.
Armed with a small can of alum, she sprinkles it inside Donna's open
hole. Within a short time, the alum has puckered her anus until it
closes into a tight puckered depression.


"Mommy, Mommy, get up you sleepy head"
"Mommy, Mommy, it's time to get dressed"

Donna hears the voice in the distance.  It sounds familiar.  She's
so tired, so exhausted that she ignores it.  She feels safe and warm,
the burning in her buttom has susbsided.  She feels good and just
wants to keep on sleeping.  She is safe.  Her husband Bob will keep
her from harm.  Her husband who has pumped his fist into her ass will
stay by her, asleep at her side, until he needs more sex.  She will
give it to him.

"Mommy, Mommy, it's time to get up," the voice repeats itself until
Donna drifts into consciousness.

It's Cindy.  She's shaking her Mom's shoulder trying to wake her
up. Donna's eyes fill with fear as soon as she sees the empty bed
space beside her.

"Where's Bob ?"
"Oh, Daddy's gone hunting."
"But he promised me he'd stay home."
"Sorry, Mom, but he's gone."

Donna sits up in the bed.  Maybe everything will be all right.
Cindy certainly doesn't look threatening.  Donna decides to get
dressed and take control.

"I'm going to get dressed, would you please give me some privacy ?"
"Ok Mom," Cindy relents leaving the bedroom.


Once alone, Donna quickly gets out of bed.  She selects a plain
blue dress with colorful flower print.  It buttons down the front
for easy access.  Donna needs easy access for breast feeding the
baby.  Her breasts are swollen and heavy with milk.  She needs to
breast feed 5 or more times per day to reduce the swelling and
even then sometimes her breasts become so painfully full of milk
that she needs to use a breast pump to siphon off the excess.

Donna wants to breast feed the baby but she is puzzled by the
actions of her son Tommy and daughter Cindy.  It's her custom to
breast feed the baby sitting on the sofa in the living room so she
can watch the local news.  Tommy is running the vacum in the living
room.  This in itself is unusual.  Tommy never cleans house unless
he's forced to do it.  Donna is suspicious and uncertain.

She certainly can't listen to TV over the noise of the vacum cleaner.

"Tommy, turn off the vacum, please"  Donna shouts.

To her surprise, Tommy shuts the machine off immediately.
In the silence that follows she hears the first squeals.

"What's that noise ?" Donna asks.
"What noise ?" Tommy answers vaguely.
"That squealing noise.
"Just some new pets."

Curious and intrigued, Donna follows the sound of the squeals into
the kitchen.  In a box shoved in the corner next to the door, she
finds a batch of squirming baby pigs.  They look too small to be
away from their mother.  Thye're just a bunch of cute little piglets,
the same size as a guinea pigs, but all pink, hairless, and
harmless.

"Do you like them ?" Cindy asks
"They certainly are cute " Donna answers non-commitally.
"They're for you," says Tommy.
Donna looks at him and notices a strange gleam of mischief in his eyes.

"Well that's nice," Donna answers, wondering what they are up to,
"But right now I have to feed the baby."

Donna returns to the living room, turns on the TV with the remote,
unbuttons the front of her blouse, and shoves the babies puckered
lips toward her the erect nipple of her right breast. A short time
later, she would switch to the left breast.

Just as the baby begins feeding, Tommy turns on the vacum cleaner.
"Turn it off," yells Donna, feeling at a disadvantage making
commands while her nipple is being sucked.

Tommy twists off the rug attachment at the end of the long metal
vacum tube as if he is going to disassemble it, but he doesn't turn
off the motor.

"Turn it off," Donna yells again.
Tommy points the metal vacum tube at her like he's holding a rifle.

This act of defiance infuriates Donna.

Tommy is toying with her.

She lays the baby down carefully, covering her breast before
turning to confront Tommy.  She reaches out to grab the metal
vacum tube. Donna is furious.  She's going to grab his gun.  She's
going to teach him a lesson.  She is going to take control.

She never sees her daughter Cindy standing behind her with the
remote control. Just as her hand closes around the metal cylinder,
Cindy presses the button.  A terrible electric shock emanates from
the very bowels of Donna's body knocking her off her feet.  Donna's
first thought is that the vacum cleaner has developed a short
circuit. It is total unexpected.

The power of the shock takes her breath away.

"Take your breasts out, Mommy,"  Tommy leers at her.
Donna shakes her head in refusal.

Tommy touches the vacum tube to her left knee just as Cindy hits the
remote control button for the electro shock tube imbeded in her anus.

Donna jerks back like she's been slapped by an invisible hand.

An accidental short circuit does not explain Tommy's actions.

"Take out your tits, Mommy," Tommy repeats

With trembling fingers, Donna unbuttons her dress and scoops both
her breasts out, letting them hang over the top of her bra cups.
They hang out on top of the bra, obscenly swollen looking.  The
nipple of the right breast is still turgid and red from the baby's
sucking.

"Your breast looks swollen.  Would you like some help ?"
"No, please, don't do this to me," begged Donna.

Tommy ignores her pleas.

He waves the vacum cleaner tube back and forth in front of her like
a python, a snake bobbing from left to right waiting to strike.

Tommy pushes it closer and closer to her chest until she can feel
the suction.  Suddenly, without warning the end of the vacum sucks
up her right nipple.   Donna braces herself expecting another heart
rendering shock, but none comes. The only change is in the hum of
the vacum cleaner motor switching to a high pitched wine as the
machine attempts to suck up her breast.

"Vooom, Varoom,"

The sound of the vacum changes to a high pitched wine as it tries
to suck in Donna's Breast.  Pulling back on the vacum, Tommy
stretches the breast until the suction connection breaks off
allowing the unobstructed flow of air to return the normal deep
humming sound of the engine.

Donna looks at Tommy with a new fear, a new respect.  He seems to
possess a strange unknown power that totally unerves her.  This is
something new and different.  A strange force that she doesn't
understand.  He can administer an electrifying pain, a pain so
intense it appears to originate from deep within her bowels. The
cause of the pain is a mystery.  It's the unknown that makes it
all the more fearful.
Tommy rehearses his actions as if he's engaged in some sport.
He concentrates on his efforts.  He keeps repeating himself.

"They need to be longer."
"They need more stretching."

She watches as Tommy pulls back on the vacum cleaner like he's
reeling in a fish.  The hum of the motor lowering each time the
suction is broken leaving a nasty red ring around her nipple where
the vacum has sucked in her flesh.  Her milk heavy breasts stretch
a little longer with each wave of the metal wand.

"Spread your legs"
Donna hesitates.

Like an alien intruder, the metal wand of the vacum swings between
her knees. The threat of electric shock hangs heavy in the air. In
a gentle arc that gradually widens, the tube swings back and forth,
forcing Donna to spread her legs wider and wider.  Fearful of being
shocked again, Donna spreads her legs until they are fully open.

"Lift your dress."
Donna lifts her dress up to her waist exposing her panties.
"Push your panties to one side"
Donna catches the edge of her panties with two fingers and pulls to
the left exposing the lips of her vulva."

Tommy lowers the vacum tube between her legs.  He is careful not
to touch her.  The power of the sucking air makes her pussy lips
flutter with an intense vibration.

"Please, don't do that" Donna moans.
Tommy keeps the tube between her legs.

"Blurrp, Slurrp," The obscene sucking sound continues unrelentingly.

"Oh, my God," Donna yells, on the brink of orgasm.

Just before she can climax, Tommy withdraws the vacum pointing it
at her left breast sucking up her nipple, extending both breasts
and nipples out to new lengths.

Tommy alternates between vibrating her pussy lips to sucking the
milk out of her breasts.  The vacum cleaner abusing her body like
some strange snake.  With every withdrawal it drips milk onto her
dress and leaves bright red rings around her nipples.

Donna's body shudders into an involuntary climax forced to orgasm
by the double sucking action on her breast and pussy.

Tommy turns off the vacum cleaner when he notices Donna's body
stiffen with a climatic spasm.  He has no intention of giving her
further pleasure.

"Button up your blouse and walk into the living room."  Tommy tells
her.

Donna stuffs her swollen breasts back into her bra and buttons her
blouse. She rises from the sofa as if she were resigned to her
continued humiliation.  Carefully concealing her anger, Donna walks
toward the dining room.  She glances back at Tommy willing him with
her mind to follow her.  Donna draws him away from the instrument
of torture.  She draws him away from the vacum cleaner.

Tommy follows Donna until he is five feet, seven feet, and finally
10 feet away from the vacum torture machine.

Without warning, Donna turns on Tommy.

"You little bastard," she shouts grabbing Tommy by the neck.

Cindy watches with the remote control in her hand curious as to
what her mother will do next. Tommy tries ducking to escape his
mother's grasp. He is too slow, totally taken by surprise.

Both of Donna's hands tighten around his neck.

"I'm going to strangle you," Donna threatens.

Both her hands tighten around Tommy's neck and begin throttling
him. Donna's body surges with a power she didn't know she had.
Tommy can't break his mother's grip.  It feels as if she's been
possessed with the power of demons.

Cindy is enjoying herself.  She feels powerful like she's holding
the remote control for some advanced 3-D Holographic Television Show.
She wants Tommy to suffer.  She wants him to remember this attempt
to strangle him. Later, when he remembers how Donna has choked him, he
will show her no mercy.  Cindy waits to press the button.

Tommy is certain that his mother intends to kill him.  He can't
breathe.  The room is starting to spin.  His legs are wobbly.

The electric shock hits Donna just before Tommy starts to pass out.

"Aargh !," Donna screams totally taken by surprise
Donna's hands fly from Tommy's neck.

Tommy rubs his neck gasping for breath.
"On your feet bitch," he gasps.

Donna staggers to her feet.

"Take out both your breasts."
Donna unbottons her blouse and takes both breasts out of
their cups letting them hang out over the top of her bra.
She stands there until Tommy's ragged breathing calms down.

"You will not touch me again, bitch" Tommy shouts slapping
her exposed breasts with his hand like you would slap a face.

Donna confused, and demoralized by what seems to have been a
unexpected return of Tommy's power over her, stands before him
without resistence.  Her eyes are focused on the vacum cleaner
with a look of hopeless incomprehension.

"You will never touch me again, bitch,"  says Tommy, slapping
her first with the front of his hand and then returning the
slap with the back of his hand.

Tears well up in Donna's eyes from the breast pain.
"Not my breasts, hit me anywhere, not my breasts ...," she begs.

Tommy keeps slapping until Donna's breasts are red. The red welts
left by his fingers are clearly visible on her breasts. Donna's
eyes fill with tears from the beating on her milk swollen breasts.

Carried away by his anger, Tommy slaps at the breasts repeatedly
until they are swaying in rythum back and forth like a punching
bag.  He  continues hitting her until his hand gets tired.

Tommy finally relents.
"Crawl into the Dinning Room like a cow and lay down on the table"

Donna heads for the dining room, on all fours, like a cow. She
is totally subdued.  Her breasts sway back and forth as she crawls
on all fours.  After crawling into the living room, she makes one
last inadequate attempt to preserve the remnants of her dignity as
a mother, and as a woman, by unconsciously tucking her painful
breasts back into her bra and buttoning up the front of her dress.  All
thoughts of resistence literally beaten out of her.  Her entire
world is focused on her aching breasts.

The dining room table has been pulled apart to make room for a
center leaf. Instead of inserting another leaf three of the leaves
have been shoved to one end leaving a 5 inch gap on the far end.
Donna is forced to lay on the table so her breasts hang through
the gap between table leaves.  Her body is full supported except
for her breasts.

Cindy crawls under the table and unbuttons her mother's dress.
Gently, she removes both breasts from the bra cups and lets the
heavy mounds jiggle out hanging freely.

What new torture will they subject her to? she wonders.  Will
they try to smash her milk heavy hanging breasts by closing the
table together like some gigantic clothes pin ?

Despite Donna's speculations, no attempt is made to close the
table. Her breasts hang freely, unpinched, unbeaten, and
unmolested. Donna rests.

Cindy moves the card board box into the living room beneath the
dinner table. Donna can hear the squealing piglets but can's see
them. Tommy takes a large dictionary down from the bookshelf and
several other large books.  He places them on the floor beneath
the table.  It takes some adjusting before the cardboard box is
the right height.

The hungry piglets soon discover the two mounds hanging down into
their box and the two nipples.  They begin a frenzy of sucking to
get at the milk.  There are 8 piglets and only two nipples to suck.
On an adult mother sow, they would have a choice of up to 12 tits
to suckle on. They fight each other.

Donna feels them pulling, bitting on her nipples, sucking out the
milk meant for her baby.  The constantly changing mouths of the
piglets struggling to suck the milk from her intensifies into a
wild feeding frenzy.  The competition between the piglets continues
for hours. Donna has nothing to mark the time except the squealing
sounds of the pigs and constant pulling on her nipples.  She passes
out in an attempt to escape the horrible reality.

Donna's dreams are filled with sounds of barn animals.  She is
laying on a pile of hay in the corner of a barn surrounded by a
mass of squealing pigs.  Her breasts are fully exposed to the
mindless hungry animals. She has been reduced to a human suck
station for pigs.

The pale blue eyed boy films the dreamy far off look on her face,
dropping the camera below the table for shots of the piglets
swarming over her hanging breasts.  The close up zoom shots are
almost unrecognizeable. The pink hairless pigs, squirming over
the mounds, pulling their bodies out of the box suspended only
by their sucking mouths attached to the nipples, it is a surreal
scene.  It is not clear at all if you are looking at the magnified
nipples of some animal or if they are human breasts.  Only the
clear shots of Donna's face make it obvious.

The contented cow look on Donna's face is too much for Cindy. She
goes into the kitchen, takes a can of with a picture of fried
chicken on it out of a cupboard, and puts in on the floor. It's a
can of Crisco. She takes the mop from behind the door, turns it
upside down, smashing the handle into the white Crisco lard.

Tit torture is not enough for Cindy.  She repeatedly jabs the mop
handle into the can of Crisco until it is coated white with goo.
and shoves it up Donna's cunt while asking Tommy to unzip and
force Donna to suck his dick.


Tiring of this, Tommy suggests that they make the torture automatic.
They blindfold Donna and lightly very gently, tickling her with
some sort of leaves.  It feels good.  She doesn't know they're
using clear plastic gloves on their hands to hold it.  She can't
see them.  She doesn't know that in about a half hour her breasts
will feel like they're on fire.  She doesn't know they are brushing
her breasts with poison ivy.