Help Wanted

                               Help Wanted - Chapter 14 revised

       I decided it would be smarter if I delayed my visit to mom and granny. I couldn't predict how long my little meeting with them might last. The thought of not being in my room when they dumped what was left of the stick chick's body on my doorstep was too risky. Suppose she cashed in her chips while I was still talking with the trailer trash tarts? I could just imagine telling the cops that I didn't know who she was and had no idea why anyone would dump her body at my door. Besides the voyeur in me wanted to see those two bimbos taking a good working over by the security people of Casa Diablo.

       As advertised, the interrogation session was playing on channel 63 and in full swing. It was obvious that the hotel's dungeon doubled as security headquarters. I had to hand it to these guys; they knew their business. The desk clerk had tipped me off to the fact that rather then a frustrating question-answer session that consumed lots of time and usually didn't reveal enough to make it worthwhile, their approach was to beat the hell out of their prisoners first, and then give them one chance to tell all they knew. If that failed, then phase two kicked in, more serious pain and suffering for twice as long before their next chance to come clean.

       From the looks of the two pieces of trailer trash, they must have already blown their first opportunity to make a clean breast of it. Speaking of breasts, these two had them, in spades! Granny had the bigger pair, easily DDs, but they had plenty of sag to them. Her daughter's were maybe a D-cup, but rock solid. The two of them were hanging by their wrists from hooks set in the thick timbers that made up the roof of the dungeon. To make it more interesting and painful for the prisoners, heavy weights were hanging from their ankles, stretching their bodies to the limit. Three guys, stripped to the waist, were seeing how hard they could hit the pair of naked tramps. They rotated from one to the other, so at least one guy was always whaling away on mom and the daughter, while the third one took a breather. From the way everyone was sweating, it was obvious that the air conditioning was not operating in the hotel's dungeon.

       I kicked back and relaxed, watching the daughter's tits bounce in rhythm to the beating they were taking from the tape-wrapped club. She was gagged with one of those pump-up bungs that made her cheeks puff out like a chipmunk carrying a full load of acorns. I winced when the guy went downstairs and started clubbing her gut.  Suddenly I saw snot or maybe vomit shooting from her nostrils. The guy resting up came over and joined the party, whacking his rubber hose across the base of her spine, drubbing her kidney areas with might and main. I almost felt sorry for the dumb bitch, but not quite when I realized that she no doubt played a part in separating my client from his brand new bride. 

       The one doing grandma wasn't cutting her any slack whatsoever despite her age. He had a pair of leather gloves on and he was using the older woman like a punching bag, working on her flabby gut that hung over her hairy snatch. Every so often he would go lower, using upper-cuts to smash his leather covered fists into her cunt mouth. I noticed that granny had a happy trail, a line of salt and pepper colored pubic hair that had made a foray up to her navel. He stepped away and started jabbing her big ballooning tits, then moved in to  flatten them into pancakes using heavier blows. She had a duplicate vacuum gag and you could hear her wheeze every time he caught her with a good solid punch. I had to turn away from the screen when he began hammering her ribcage. Even though she had some excess flesh padding her body, it wasn't much protection when you're taking body shots at point blank range while your  body is stretched out so that there is no way you can roll with the punches.

       At a signal from the leader of the trio, they switched from rubber hoses, fists and clubs to cattle prods. Depending upon the voltage these were rigged for, the ladies would be soon doing tricks in midair despite the weight stretching their bare bodies or seeing how far out of the sockets the juice could make their eyes pop. The first one stepped up to granny and worked the metal rod into her twat while her eyes got wide, very wide. She knew what was going to happen next, and he didn't disappoint her.

       He managed to keep granny in suspense for a time, faking that he was going to squeeze the trigger. He managed to catch her by surprise whe he did give her the juice, sending a bolt of lightning up her fuck tube. It was a distinct shock, in more ways than one, to her nervous system. He held the button down and I swear I could see steam shooting from her cunt as the electricity made the pussy juice that normally kept her fuck box lubricated evaporate. He yanked the rod free and held it up to her nose so she could get a whiff of what fried pussy smelled like. She closed her eyes in a silent plea for mercy. Instead he slipped it back inside her twat and pulled the trigger a second time, making granny's body jerk and bounce like some demented puppet. He held the trigger down for what seemed like forever to her, I'm sure, and when he backed off on the juice a stream of snot shot from her nostrils, cutting off her air supply and making her face go to a pale bluish shade.

       Granny must have thought she'd died and gone to hell when he made the circuit of her bare saggy body. First a touch of the prod to a nipple, then a sizzling sound like bacon on a hot griddle. Next the ring of dark flesh surrounding the fried nipple was juiced, a little longer to cover more ground. Granny's eyes shut tight when the prod was placed beneath one of those sagging DDs, moved to another location, then still another, without giving her a shock. He grinned and returned the prod to the original spot and blasted her tit bag with a monster dose of electrons. This resulted in more snot coming from her nose and her eyes popping open for a time and then closing as she passed out from the pain.

       He woke her up by pressing the prod to the area just below her left eye.He must have known something because old granny snapped back to life in no time flat. He welcomed her by zapping her hairy armpit until some of that unruly hair actually began to singe; you could see the smoke rising from her armpit as her eyes popped from the pain. The camera picked up what was going on with the daughter. She was taking two prods and the men moved from one area to another so quickly that she hardly had time to react to one before somewhere else felt as if it was bursting into flame.

       I chuckled when the two of them rammed their tools up her asshole and cunt, turned them on and let her fry. She did the demented puppet dance with a few more moves than her mom had managed to bring off. Her bladder and colon let go at about the same time and a river of shit and piss rocketed from her twitching holes as her face contorted in agony and her body twitched and shook from the force of the electricity flowing through the lower portion. It was even funnier when the two prods were pressed into her tit flesh, one on each solid knocker, and she got the juice full blast. Evidently there wasn't much of a path through her heart muscle since each tit had its own little circuit loop. They juiced her until she passed out, and revived her by giving her an electric goosing up her gaping asshole. I'll have to admit that this piece of trailer trash could really handle some heavy duty punishment and bounce back for even more.

       While all this was going on, the other guy was still busily working on granny. He'd moved to her face, zapping her eye sockets with quick blasts of juice that almost but not quite boiled off the aqueous solution that kept her eyes moistened. Then he did her nostrils and she almost broke her neck reacting to the pain she received from that little tickle. He moved along her jawline, zapping her every couple of inches as he made the trip from one side to the other. Without that inflatable gag she probably would have chewed her tongue to tatters from the pain. Then he placed the prod dead center on her forehead and she squeezed her eyes shut just before he sent a bolt of electricity into her brain, totally scrambling her mind for a time.

       Before moving to another method of torturing them prior to once more asking the question, "Do you want more pain and misery?", they concentrated on the daughter while mom just hung there, eyes open but unfocused, chest heaving and snot running from her badly fried nostrils. Even I had to wince in sympathy when two prods were carefully worked into the daughter's cunt as her eyes popped and she struggled madly to escape her bonds. Fat chance of that, with probably forty pounds of weights hanging from her ankles and her wrists so swollen that the ropes around them had disappeared into the folds of flesh that were created. One of the men said something and the other two laughed and slapped their sides. I could read his lips as he said "On three; one, two, zap the bitch, three!" The trailer tart literally went straight up as the juice crawled through her cunt, frying the insides to a crisp. This time vomit came pouring out of her nose and they stepped back and watched her spew. She was gray-faced by the time they pulled the bung from her mouth so she could get some air into her lungs.

       For some odd reason they really had it in for the daughter. As bad as the double prod she had just survived was, that was topped by the clit cooker that came next. For this to work, it required that two of them held her cunt lips far apart, exposing her clit. After rubbing the hot button until it was a fat, twitching target, the third member of the trio carefully positioned the prod so that the clit was between the two electrodes. She knew what was coming next and began to struggle in hopes that her clit would be out of the line of fire when the prod was activated. This irritated the prod operator and he jammed it into the pit of her belly, not once, but three times, each one a little harder than the one before it. That calmed her down sufficiently that her clit could be targeted again. This time she took it all, as the arc of electricity passed through that hot, fat sex button, turning it into a cauldron of fire and making her pass out quickly. Even though she was out cold that didn't stop them from repositioning her clit and frying it a second time.

       They turned back to granny who was just hanging around, minding her own business and probably trying to look inconspicuous. They gave her another taste or two of the prods, speading her broad ass cheeks so the prod could fry that tough muscle guarding her anal passage. It took a couple of good doses of juice before her asshole was gaping to their satisfaction. Then for the grand finale they managed to wedge the prod into her asshole and light her up big time.

       She spewed out everything she'd eaten in the past two days, and it was a bunch. Her shit splattered all over the place and made some hits on the trio, which pissed them off royally. Suddenly she was dancing the electrical polka in mid-air, that saggy body doing some new moves that would have been impressive for a broad half her age.I shut my eyes as soon as the prod blistered the skin in the vicinity of her heart. That was a major no-no to anyone who knew anything about electricity. In that area you can easily stop a person's heart or make it lose it's normal rhythm, leading in many cases to death, especially with an older person like granny trailer trash.

       By some miracle she survived the hit, although her heart must have tried to leap out of her chest when the juice flashed through it. Fortunately she managed to remain conscious, and cooler heads prevailed. I then realized that I had gotten carried away by an instant replay of something that had happened a few days ago, and obviously the ladies in question had somehow survived since they were still listed as guests of the Casa Diablo. From then on I sat back and just enjoyed the show, knowing full well that neither would be snuffed in the making of this tape. I could almost see the disclaimer crawling beneath shots of the two pieces of trailer trash being mercilessly fried from the top of their heads to the soles of their feet.

       I could not believe my eyes at what they were about to do, starting with their favorite,the daughter.  They noosed her big firm tits with rope and then ran the ropes through a pulley arrangement that allowed them to pull those bloated bags of tit flesh up until they totally supported the weight of her body and the iron hanging from her ankles. She started rotating slowly from one side to the other, since the way her tits were stretched didn't allow much movement. Then they duplicated this arrangement with granny. Her tits ballooned fast and rapidly distorted to the point that it looked as if they were giant blue-black mushrooms growing from her chest. Those two bitches were getting a lot more than they probably deserved, but it was fun watching those pros do their thing on the two trailer trash tarts.

       All good things must come to an end, and so it was with the tape. The trio was merrily beating the whey out of these two tramps as they hung by their distorted tits that seemed to get longer with evey passing minute. Abruptly the screen went dead and then a message scrolled across the bottom announcing that the next showing would be in two hours.

       I glanced at my watch and realized my little stick chick should be finishing up her session with the three perverts. Perhaps they might be finishing her in more ways than one; I sincerely hoped not. Frankly the only reason I volunteered to take her off the bald guy's hands for the rest of today, was the fear that she might not survive another day of fun and games with these people. Don't figure me for a softie, it's just that the thought of a super thin teen giving me head while I watched the first part of the trailer trash tarts getting thrashed but good, was an enticing idea. (Try saying that fast a couple of times.) I'd also brought up the remains of breakfast with the intention of feeding her and letting her drink some water before she thanked me properly.

       I think it was Robert Burns who said that the best laid plans of mice and men often went astray, except he used Scottish dialect and most people didn't have the faintest idea what the man said. So it was with my hot date with the stick chick. I never did learn what her name was, or whether she even had one. After stewing for an hour, still with no package being delivered, I headed out to see if I could locate my old buddy who promised me the chick. He was no where to be found, in fact the pool area was empty, not  what one might normally expect. I went to the front desk and hassled the clerk about the big, bald guy and his pet, the stick chick. He gave me a blank stare despite having a twenty waved under his nose. Now I knew something was up, and it wasn't anything good, that's for sure.

       I decided to cut my losses and visit the child bride's mom and granny. I was not welcomed with open arms, in fact to the contrary. Mom refused to let me in, telling me to fuck off or she'd call security. I thought that was pretty funny so I continued to pound on the door. When I mentioned that I represented her brand new son-in-law, and was very interested in reaching some type of amicable agreement involving cash for information, she relented and opened the door.

       The two ladies were swaddled in ratty looking robes that probably were supplied by the hotel. That was a blessing, since I'd just watched their naked bodies getting tenderized and fried down in the dungeon. I had no stomach for seeing the results close-up and personal. It was interesting that neither one showed any facial damage considering the pounding they took on the tape. It was granny who did most of the talking after I described how I got involved with the warlock known only to me as the client. As far as she was concerned, her little granddaughter was being taught a good lesson for disobeying her mother. I glanced over to see mom nodding her head.

       I shifted the conversation to another topic, the missing stick chick, and got stone-walled, which set off sirens in my head. I casually mentioned that I was going to have to talk to the security people about this subject and obviously I'd have to mention that they'd proved to be most uncooperative in this matter. Mom got pale at that point and lost her cool. She started in on granny telling her that she should never have told the security guys that the big, bald guy was well connected to certain criminal elements.

       Things were getting more tangled by the minute. What was the connection between these bimbos and the bald guy? Who was bankrolling their visit to Casa Diablo, and for what purpose? Did any of this have to do with the trip that the bride was taking down to Mexico with the motorcycle gang? At this point I began to get a headache, so I decided to see what I could dig up by talking with the security guys. That's when daughter took off her robe and made me an offer I couldn't refuse.

       "Did you ever see a real mother-daughter combination doing what ladies do in private when there's no cock available? Care to relax and watch me and my mom get it on for you? Who knows, maybe we can even convince you to join the party once we get done sucking each other dry."

       I decided that my visit to the security folks could wait. I was directed to the only chair in the room. Granny lost her robe as well, revealing a collection of bruises that rivaled the tattoos she had. The show started as soon as the two of them hit the bed. It took some time for me to begin to match up the tats and the location, since they kept moving from one position to another, their tongues never stopping.

       Yes they were trailer trash, but I defy anyone to not get a bit excited by the sight of a big-titted mother licking the sweat from her daughter's armpits and then slipping her sweat covered tongue into her daughter's mouth so she could sample the taste of her own armpits. Then they shifted and in this round granny enjoyed her daughter's fast tongue as it corkscrewed up her asshole. Then they kissed once more, a long drawn out affair with lots of tongue action so granny could get a taste of her own butthole. It was so gross it worked to give me major wood and the ladies took notice.

       I made a move from my chair and the ladies signaled that the show still had a way to go. I got rid of my pants to give my hard cock some room to breathe as the two tramps continued to roll around on the bed, checking out each other's private parts with tongue, teeth, lips, fingers and even toes. They managed to gross me out a few times, once when they did a dueling toe-sucking routine, moving  those unwashed digits from cunt to mouth and back again. However the grand finale took the cake.

       First granny squatted over her daughter and emptied her bladder into her offspring's open mouth. The daughter not only captured every drop, but managed to gargle with the golden offering as well. Her mom helped by stopping the flow every so often to avoid any overflow from the other's mouth. Then the two trashy tramps switched places and  granny outdid her daughter, giving a great imitation of a Roman fountain. They sucked tongues for the longest time afterward, and then granny crooked her finger in my direction and the next part of this sex circus took off with yours truly as the ringmaster.

       Those two worked as a team and quickly had me right where they wanted, on my back with granny's asshole glued to my mouth and her daughter seeing how much of my cock she could swallow in one big gulp. After what they did to yours truly, I developed a greater respect for those ladies who enjoy the ambience of your typical trailer park. At first the thought of making contact with granny's butthole turned me off big time. However she wiggled her plump ass and reminded me that her daughter had already polished that puckered pooper to a glistening finish with her darting tongue. By now the lady in question was happily licking my twitching cock from base to tip and not missing anything as she went. I got busy tickling granny's asshole with my tongue and she moaned and put some muscle into moving that ass across my face, always making sure that her asshole was never more than a tongue length away.

       When granny joined her daughter at my cock, it got really interesting. She took the high ground and let her offspring concentrate on trying to swallow my balls, one at a time at first, then after a monumental effort, managing to get my entire nut sack into her wet mouth. When she started humming, I nearly lost my load. I began to wonder how they were able to continue this workout considering what had happened to them only a day or so ago. I guess lying in a tub filled with ice for hours on end might get the swelling down from certain portions of the body.

       They told me later while we were resting up for round three of this titanic struggle between myself and the trailer park tarts, that they had both packed their bras with ice cubes and kept them that way for as long as they could stand the icy numbness that resulted. This was day two and they were insistent that I do a good job of licking their big tits, not too roughly either, and sucking their nipples until they could cut glass.

       Slipping my stiff joint up into granny's burned out fuckbox was quite a treat. That old snapper put a hammer lock on my dick and held it like grim death until her gyrating hips milked every drop of cum that my churning balls could produce. The only thing I could figure was that her snatch must be lined with asbestos. I also remembered that the daughter took the cattle prod up her asshole and made a mess all over herself, much to the amusement of the guys working on her. I let them know that I'd just viewed the tape of them being fried, stretched and beaten to a pulp.

       They laughed and declared that although the cattle prods felt like liquid fire while they were being burned, they left very few mementos of the occasion. The daugher went so far as to claim that getting zapped in the clit by the prod just made her hornier than usual, and left her hot button in top notch working order. I whistled and she quickly offered to let me go down on it and see what I thought. I replied that maybe after I sampled her and her mother's cunt and asshole with my hard cock.

       The more pussy and ass they provided, the more impressed I got  with them. The daughter laughed and commented that she and mom had double teamed more trailer park managers than they could remember. She got her start when she was thirteen and never looked back except when she got knocked up by one of her many boyfriends, who split for parts unknown just about the time she figured out she was pregnant.

       The final  lesson I learned was that eating aged trailer park pussy was like drinking Scotch; it was an acquired taste. Going down on the younger of the two was like eating vanilla icecream. It was alright, but lacked zing. As soon as I made a few trips up her mom's happy trail, helped in part by the younger sucking my asshole and giggling into it as well, I discovered that the mixture of pubic hair, the strange material lodged in her navel and her abundant sweat made a potent concoction that changed me forever. For a moment I thought about taking my life savings and buying a trailer park, hopefully with these two as my first customers for rent relief in exchange for all the pussy I could eat and fuck on alternate wednesdays.

       It was well into afternoon before we broke for lunch, which I bought. For some reason I was no longer eager to get on with the business of locating either the stick chick, the bald guy or the warlock's bride. The daughter, who finally owned up to the name, Miriam, and her mother, now answering to Sandi, with an "i", started getting ready for more of what we had been doing. In an effort to enhance the mood, Miriam began surfing the channels for something hot for us to watch when we weren't staining the sheets. It was then that I found out what had happened to the stick chick. She was appearing on channel 49 with three mean dudes who looked suspiciously like the trio that were out at poolside while I was negotiating with her owner for her time.

                               (To be continued-lex ludite)