Kidnapped Debutante

Kidnapped Debutante Chapter 6: The Meal

Wendy woke up screaming in horrific agony. Her young mind in complete turmoil. Her vagina, rectum, mouth and throat were all demanding attention to be freed from the pain they were in. After several minutes of twitching uncontrollable upon the cold metal floor of the walk-in-freezer Wendy manage to stop screaming. She tried to get up but it hurt too much. So she remain in the pool of jism she was laying in. Wendy looked around but all she saw was blackness. She had no idea how much time had passed. The last thing she could remember was the gorilla-man's massive, deformed cock reaming her tiny rectum.

Wendy drew a hand around her back to her burning rear end. Just touching the swollen, inflamed, gapping entrance lightly caused her to yelped in pain. She could still feel the sticky, gooey jism leaking out of her bottom. She was not surprised to find the entrance of her bottom was gapping instead the tight star shape ring of muscles that was there yesterday.

Or was it yesterday? Wendy realized that she had no idea how much time had past since she had pass-out during her brutal rapes. Was it the same day, a new day or the next? Wendy just couldn't tell and the total darkness of her prison did nothing to eliminate the confusion. She just didn't know how much time had passed.

Wendy laid in the dark wondering who the gray-haired woman was? How could the woman let her mutated son rape her over and over and over until she passed out? The woman must have realized that being rape once by that deformed monstrous cock was more then any female could stand? But she allowed her son to rape her not only once but many, many times in every opening in her young body. Not only did the gray-haired woman allow her son to rape her but the woman aided her simpleton son carry out the rapes. Why did the gray-haired woman select her? She hadn't done anything to deserve being rape nearly to death. She was a well behave young lady who had just turned sixteen. She didn't deserve this. Even if she had been kidnapped for ransom kidnappers don't treat their victims like this. They keep them in pristine condition in order to get the money. They don't rape them to death do they? Wendy's mind was spinning in turmoil. She couldn't make sense of any of it.

Suddenly her dark isolation ended with a strong beam of sunlight washing over her as the door to the freezer opened. Wendy squinted into the bright light at the silhouette standing in the doorway.

“Hello Twat. Time to get up. This is not some glitzy five-star hotel that spoiled pampered tarts can sleep the day away. Get up!” Snapped the gray-haired woman.

“Oh God I hurt to much to get up. Whimpered Wendy with a hoarse crackling voice that had jism gurgling out of her mouth.

Wendy watched the gray-haired woman walked over to her carrying a tin pail. With fear rattling her young body the teen curled into a tight fetal position.

A smile crossed the gray-haired woman's face as she looked down at the quivering teen lying in a pool of her son's jism. A teenager who had lived her entire life in the lap of luxury. Never a want or need. A big fancy house to live in, fancy clothes, poplar. Yes this rich teen had it all. But now she had nothing except Gor's jism to fill her three fuck holes and cover her lithe young body with. She was nothing but a cum receptacle.

The gray-haired woman sat the pail on the floor then crouched down in front of the sobbing, quivering teen. She grabbed a handful of Wendy's cum drenched hair and yanked the teen's jism crusted head up off the floor. “Twat if you think you hurt now you haven't seen nothing yet!” Snarled the gray-haired woman. “Now haul that carcass over to the pail and eat!”

Wendy saw stars as her head was slammed into the metal floor. Groggily she rose up out of the large pool of blood-tented jism onto her hands and knees. Like a beaten puppy Wendy crawled out of the drying sticky goo to the pail. Though she wasn't really hungry, (do to the vast amount of Gor's jism residing in her stomach) Wendy stuck her head into the pail to eat as commanded. However as soon as her head was in the pail she began to gag. Wendy jerked her head back out of the pail hacking and coughing. Never in her entire life had she smelt anything so disgusting.

Wendy's stomach was still churning and she was still hacking when suddenly her rear felt as if it caught on fire. The howling teen bolted up on her knees and rushed her hands to her inflamed rump. Her hands were met by the same electrical wire that was used to tenderize her feet with.

“Twat you eat what's given to you when it's given or I'll take the hide off your scrawny ass!”

Wendy groaned in despair as she dropped back down to her hands and stuck her head back in the pail. She stuck out her tongue to lap up some of the obnoxious stuff in the pail. But before Wendy's tongue had reached the semisolid goop in the pail when the young teen vomited.

“Twat, I do NOT care how much flavoring you add to your meal! But if that pail is not spotless in five minutes it'll be hide tanning time!” Growled the gray-haired woman.

Wendy couldn't bring herself to eat the godoxious stuff in the pail much less the same stomach turning stuff that was now laced with her vomit. That was until the electrical wire scorched her rear-end. With her ass burning and tears streaming down her face Wendy lapped up a small amount of the revolting stuff in the pail and swallowed it. Wendy fought the urge to throw-up again as she gagged and hacked.

The gray-haired woman smiled as she watched the rich teen that was accustom to eating the finest foods prepared by some of the world's best chefs struggle to eat the slop in the pail. The slop consisted of sludge grease from the diner's long neglected grease pit, some rancid organic material from the compost pile in back of the diner, dirt, cockroaches, other assorted insects and chucks of rats. And now coated with a yummy cum vomit gravy. Yep a real tasty meal the slop was. Just the right thing for the rich teen's sophisticated palate.

Wendy didn't know how she managed it but she finally manage to eat all of the godoxious stuff in the pail despite having to hack it back up twice more. Her stomach was still churning. Treating to revolt and spill the contents held within once again.

The gray-haired woman was grinning at the sight of the teen's stomach violently churning. “Enjoy the meal Twat?”

With her face smeared with the residue of the godoxious stuff that she was struggling to keep down the young teen looked over her shoulder at the gray-haired woman standing at the ready with the horrid length of electrical wire. The teen was keeping her lips tightly closed as she continued fighting to keep the contents of her stomach down. She was afraid that if she allowed her lips to part in order to speak her stomach would expel its contents. So Wendy remained mute to the gray-haired woman's query.

The gray-haired woman was amused at the prissy teen kneeling nude covered with her son's spunk before her. She could tell the young teen was struggling to keep down the slop that she had been forced to eat. Hell that stuff was so goddam revolting that she herself would never have gotten near the gooey goop if it wasn't for the pleasure of forcing the prissy teen to eat it. Now that the teen had eaten the goop the gray-haired woman wasn't about to ease up on the harsh treatment of the teen. “Twat, when I asked you a question you had best answer me!” the gray-haired woman bellowed as she raised the electrical wire above her head.

Wendy cringed as the wire whizzed through the air. “AAARRRGGGGEEEE!” Wendy howled as the electrical wire slashed across her bottom. As Wendy howled in pain the contents of her stomach sprayed out.

“Damn-it Twat you were to eat your meal not to paint the floor with it!” Barked the gray-haired woman as she reeled back her arm that had the electrical wire in it.

“AAARRRGGGEEEAAAGGGGEEE!” Wendy howled as her young body was plummeted over and over with the electrical wire. The tormented teen collapsed to the floor and rolled through her vomit as the gray-haired woman continued to beat her.

“Twat I'm going to tan that scrawny hide of yours until you put your meal where it belongs.” Snarled the gray-haired woman as she continued to blaze the electrical wire across the squirming teen body.

With searing pain rattling her body Wendy rolled over onto her stomach and as quickly as she could begin lapping back up her vomit off the stainless steel floor of the freezer. She had to fight to keep the godoxious muck down as she lapped up mouth after mouth from the freezer floor. By the time that Wendy had lapped up the last of her vomit, the electrical wire had scorched her tender flesh over a hundred times. Her entire back and buttocks were an angry mass of purple-welted etchings.

“That's better Twat.” Panted the gray-haired woman as she stopped swing the electrical wire. “Now Twat how did you like your gourmet meal?”

The stuff that was churning in her stomach was any thing but ‘gourmet' but Wendy feared the gray-haired woman and the electrical wire she was swing too much to upset the gray-haired woman so the sobbing teen promptly answered, “Yes I liked my gourmet meal that you gave me to eat. Thank you.”

“Well in that case I'll let you have some tasty dessert to finish off your yummy meal.” Giggled the gray-haired woman. “Would you like that Twat?”

Wendy had no idea what form the dessert would be but if it was anything like the ‘gourmet' meal was she didn't want to find out. But the fear of the electrical wire had the raped, beaten teen responding, “Yes I would very much like a tasty dessert to finish off my yummy meal.”

“Very good Twat. See my son's spunk that leaked out of those nasty holes of yours. That's your dessert go eat it.” Snarled the gray-haired woman as she cut the air with the electrical wire.

Wendy wasted no time in scrambling on her hands and knees over to the large pool of blood and shit tinted jism that had leaked out of her brutally raped body openings. As if she was licking up the sweetest ice cream that she had ever tasted Wendy lapped up glob after glob of the semidried spunk.

“Enjoy that Twat?”

“Yes your son's jism was a very tasty dessert. Thank you for allowing me to eat it.”

“Very well Twat, now that your meal is finish it time to haul that scrawny ass over to your food container.”