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Todd and Wendy

Part 1

Todd and Wendy


by Abe




Orlando, in summer, is a humid hell, so Todd and


Wendy were happy to accept when some friends


suggested they meet for a night out at Cocoa


Beach, where the Atlantic Ocean moderates the


weather and provides good views, too.  It was a fun


night, drinking and dancing at a couple of places


along old route 1.  About midnight, they left their


friends and headed for home, choosing to drive


along route 528, avoiding 407.  Unfortunately, there


was a jack-knifed semi, and police waved them off


on a secondary road to detour around the wreck.


Soon they were lost.




"Todd, you are always getting lost, and you are too


prideful to ask for directions.  Here, let me drive."




"No, Wendy, you've had too much to drink.  You


are in no condition to get behind the wheel."




"I've got to pee.  There's a place ahead.  Stop


there."  The "place" was some sort of roadside


restaurant or bar, the kind of place that serves


catfish and beer.  There were a few cars parked


nearby, but when they tried the door it was locked.


"Maybe there's an outhouse in back," offered


Wendy, "or I'll just squat in the shadows.  You wait


here."




Todd waited in the car with the engine running, so


the air conditioning would still work.  He waited for


what seemed like a long time.  Finally, he turned off


the engine and stepped out into the humid night.  As


he rounded the corner behind the building, he called


out, "Wendy?"  Suddenly a hand covered his mouth,


and he felt a knife at his throat.




"Todd, they got me!  Run for it!"




"Too late, Todd.  Don't make a move, or I'll slit


your throat."  There were more than one of them.


Todd felt hands emptying his pockets, taking his


wallet and keys.  He could see that Wendy was held


by two big black men.  One pulled her tube top up


over her B-cup tits; her untanned tits gleamed like


headlights in the gloom.  And then Todd saw her


white thong; as they removed her wrap-around skirt.


He didn't get a chance to see much more, as his


assailants shoved him through a door, through a


kitchen, and into a windowless room which must


have been behind the bar.  Someone slugged him in


the breadbasket, and as he doubled over, gagging,


they started tearing off his clothes.




A big black woman in a flowered rayon dress slipped


a wire noose over Todd's testicles and drew it tight.


She had  a snake stick, a length of plastic pipe with


the wire noose.  "You know," she said, I could slip


the noose over the head of a cottonmouth and he


ain't gonna bite nobody, or I can  slip the noose


over a honky's balls, and he ain't gonna do anything


I don't want.  You just stand there, Todd.  You


make any sudden moves, and you gonna be singin'


soprano."  Todd didn't dare move.




He just watched as they brought in his wife, Wendy.


They were big, tall black guys who towered over


her, and there were a couple of black chicks, who


seemed as enthusiastic as the guys about their new


toy, a white woman, to play with.  Wendy had put


on a bit of weight in the last ten years, but she was


still a sexy  woman.  Now she was naked, but for her


white thong panties. One of the chicks yanked on


the thong in back, and Wendy whined as the fabric


of the crotch panel folded into her slit and mashed


her clit.




"Pull 'em off, Jenna.  I wanna fuck her ass."




"Cool it, Jackson.  You'll get your chance.  But if


you want any lovin' from me this month, you let me


run the show, OK?"




"Yeah, Jenna."




"Mom, tie off that snake stick so Asshole don't go


nowhere, and come help me with this white bitch."


Todd found that he could move some, but he was


tethered by that snake stick, the other end of which


was tied to one of the roof support posts.  There


was nothing he could do to help himself or his wife.


"Jackson, get that mooring line you bought for the


boat."  Todd could only watch as the blacks --- they


all seemed related --- fixed Wendy "so all the bitch's


holes are easy to get at."  They tied ropes to her


wrists and ankles.  The wood framed  building had


no ceiling, so it was easy to throw the ropes up over


the roof trusses and suspend her at waist height.


Her plump tapered legs were spread wide and


upward in a V which exposed her cunt and ass while


her arms were tied approximately parallel to her


legs, but a little lower, so Wendy's head lolled back,


lower than her ass.  Jenna took a mushroom anchor,


obviously from the boat, and hung it from the thong


back of Wendy's panties.  If Wendy moved, the


anchor swung, dragging the taut cloth of her panties


across her sensitive clit.  One of the young men


flicked his lighter and moved  the flame below


Wendy's fleshy ass cheeks.  As she writhed to avoid


the flame, her clit suffered for it.  Mom took a can of


lighter fluid and squirted a stream of it onto the


folded cloth that snuggled in Wendy's cunt.




"It burns!" screamed Wendy.  "Jesus Goddam


Christ, take it off me!  She flexed her knees and


bobbed up and down until the thong tore.  The


anchor thunked on the floor, but the fluid-soaked


cloth still clung to her labia, and Wendy continued to


thrash about.  "Please, pull it off me!"




"Will you eat me out?" asked Jenna.




"Yes! Please hurry!"  Jenna cut the waistband and


pulled the cloth off  Wendy's burning clit.  She


popped a bottle of brew and shoved the neck of the


bottle into Wendy's cunt, washing the lighter fluid


away with foaming beer.  She pushed the empty


deep into Wendy, stretching her vagina as if she


were giving birth.  Then Jenna  straddled Wendy's


head and reached out for her breasts.  "You do me


right, or I'll twist your nips off, bitch." 




Todd had to watch as his wife lapped at the cunt of


the black woman.  When Jenna came, she splashed


Wendy's face with pussy juice, or urine.  "OK,


Jackson, fuck her face."  Jackson grabbed Wendy's


wet hair and twisted her head so he could fuck her


throat.  Gagging, Wendy slurped on the huge black


cock until he came, mostly in her mouth but also up


her nose.  "Swallow, bitch."  She did.




Wendy hung there, gleaming with sweat, snuffling


cum up her nose like snot, while Jenna went out to


the bar.  She came back with two big beer mugs and


went into the kitchen.  Todd heard the microwave.


Meanwhile, a guy named Leroy amused himself by


pushing a beer bottle neck into Wendy's upturned


anus.  When the neck was pretty well buried, the


shoulder of the bottle just couldn't pass Wendy's


stretched sphincter muscles.  Leroy pounded on the


bottom of the bottle, making Wendy swing back and


forth, but it wouldn't pass.




"Try later with a wine bottle, with a finer taper,"


suggested Jenna.  You'll be able to rip her wide


open."   Jenna had boiled a little water in each mug,


and she had a paper towel keeping in the steam.


Swiftly, she inverted a mug over each of Wendy's


tits.  "Hot!  Burns!" shouted Wendy.  The steam


condensed, creating a vacuum that sucked Wendy's


B-cup breast into the mug.  The pale skin turned


pink as blood flooded into the swollen breasts, and


the engorged nipples stood up like thumbs.




Someone picked up the anchor and hung it from


Todd's scrotum, so the noose around his balls tried


to pull off, squeezing the testicles painfully.  The


second young black chick, overshadowed by Jenna,


took an interest in Todd's penis.  "It's awfully


small," she remarked, "and uselessly limp.  Let's


stiffen it up a bit.  She threaded a plastic swizzle


stick down his urethra until the end actually reached


his bladder and nothing showed except a silly plastic


flamingo.  It was hard to think of anything but the


torture of his genitals, but still he had to watch as his


wife's breasts were sucked up into twin towers of


tortured tit.  Her head flopped back and forth as she


whined and pleaded with her black tormentors. 




"Tell these guys you want to be fucked by big black


pricks," said Jenna.




"Yes!  Fuck me with big black pricks!  Only please


don't tear off my tits!"  Jackson and Leroy and three


other studs yanked the bottles from Wendy's vagina


and anus and quickly replaced them with stiff pricks


not much smaller in diameter and 8 or 10 inches


long.  As they drove into Wendy's cunt, her body


shook and the wobbling mugs bent her breasts back


and forth.  Someone stuffed her mouth, and another


forced his way into her rectum, leaving her with cum


oozing out of her ass.  There was a frenzy of fucking


which left Wendy coated with cum, her jaw sore, her


asshole burning, her cunt kind of stinging from the


merciless stretching of pounding black prinks.




"Can't any of you guys get it up?" called Jenna.


"Come on, we can't quit yet."  None of the studs


was up to it.  They stood around telling each other


how nice white meat is.  "All right, Todd. You've


got work to do.  Clean off your wife, with your


tongue," ordered Jenna.   Forced to comply by the


noose around his balls, Todd had to lick his wife's


belly and cunt, swallowing the cum he lapped up.


Never had he ever dreamed of slurping up another


man's cum, but he had no choice.  The worst was


when they made him suck the cum from Wendy's


anus.  Then they bent him over a small table,


fastening his hands and feet to the legs with duct


tape.  "Anyone want to fuck his ass?" said Jenna.


No one was stiff enough to do it.  Jenna went into


the kitchen and returned with a bag of small


potatoes and another with chili peppers.  She had to


put some cooking oil on Todd's anus to complete


her plan, but she succeeded in forcing half a dozen


potatoes into Todd's anus.  It felt as if he had to


shit, but he couldn't.  She repeated the job on


Wendy, though she didn't need oil; Wendy's anus


was well stretched and still slick with cum.  Jenna's


had plans for Wendy's cunt, too.  She went to a


fishing tackle box and found a large fish hook with a


wire leader attached.  With pliers, she straightened


the hook and set it nearby while she stuffed Wendy's


cunt with chili peppers. Her victim screamed and


writhed, jerking like an insane puppet, until Mom


held her steady by throwing herself across Wendy's


belly and stretching her weary legs and arms


straight.  Deftly, Jenna used the barbed hook like a


sailmaker's needle and sewed Wendy's labia closed


with the wire leader.  Jenna straightened up and


looked around, waiting for admiration.




"Jenna," said the swizzle stick chick, "you forgot


her pubic hair."




"Shit.  You do it."  The chick found some drain


cleaner and splashed it over Wendy's mound,


washing off the blood from the sewing job.  Wendy


screamed.  The drain cleaner, designed to "cut


grease", threatened to take off Wendy's skin.  Using


a dish scrubber, the chick rubbed off Wendy's pubic


hair, and some layers of skin, too, leaving her crotch


and inner thighs pink and inflamed.  A coon hound


came by, sniffing Wendy's cunt.  His tongue snaked


out, but he recoiled when he tasted the residue of


the oven cleaner.  The chick got some gravy and


poured it over Wendy's belly and thighs, then


laughed as she watched the hound lick it off.




"We'll keep their car," said Jenna.  "Let's take these


losers home before the sun comes up."  They cut


down Wendy, who was half insane from the pain of


her tortured cunt and tits, and they tied her hands


behind her, so she couldn't claw at her abused


organs.  They tied Todd's hands, then released his


balls from the noose.  Jenna tried to pull the mugs of


Wendy's tits, but they wouldn't let go, so she took a


hammer and broke the glass.  The black family


shoved their naked victims into a box-bodied truck


and drove them back to Orlando.  They forced Todd


to let them into his house and disable the burglar


alarm.  They tied Todd and Wendy together, belly to


belly, and left them on the floor while they took


anything of value: Wendy's jewelry, three TV's, a


VCR, the computer, a microwave oven, clothes,


whatever.  Just before the loaded truck left, with the


sun just gleaming through the palmettos, Jenna cut


the phone line and some of the ropes which held


Wendy and Todd.  "We know where you live," she


said.  "Don't give us any trouble.  Don't file a report


with the police, or we'll come back and nail your


balls to the front door, next to Wendy's tits."




A week later, Wendy's wounds had healed, but her


mind had not, at least in Todd's view.  Every time


he approached her with love-making in mind, she


would sneer and say, holding her hands a foot apart.


"You call that a penis.  No, a penis is black, and this


long."


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