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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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