The Resurrection of Linda

The Resurrection of Linda

 

 

Chapter 2 – What the Hell is he going to do to me?(Day 2)

 

Linda had finally regained her composure to the point that she could begin to examine her surroundings.  She stood and realized that her ass hole hurt like of a son of a bitch, her right nipple was incredibly sore, and her sinuses and mouth burned from the onslaught of cum.  Also, her stomach rolled from the cum that she had swallowed.  And, her hair was stiff and crusty from being used as a towel for a soiled dick.

 

The room was large.  The walls and ceilings were all mirrors.  For a woman of her age and shape, this was definitely NOT desirable.  She looked at her naked self.  She was short and squat.  Her tits were definitely sagging and losing their shape.  Her ass certainly did sag and jiggle too much when she moved the slightest bit.  Her pubic air was a mass of disarray that easily sent a signal that she was past her prime.  There was crusty stuff on her face and crusty runs down her thighs – thighs that were pudgy and not shapely.  There were signals of coming varicose veins showing on her calves.  “Why me?”  she thought.

 

The room was not furnished to any great degree.  There was an examination table in the middle of the room – complete with stirrups.  That was definitely not a good sign.  There was a bare mattress on the floor of one corner of the room.  There was a shower without any enclosure.  There was a stainless steel toilet with a stainless steel lid.  She had tried to lift the lid but it would not budge.  There was a push button on the wall beside the toilet.  There was a small dining room table without chairs.  There were two doors that were both locked.  Each door had a number pad on it that seemed to signify the need of a code to open either of them.  One of them was the door through which he had exited.  She wondered what the other door led to?  The floor seemed to be a soft carpet.  There were cameras that covered the entire expanse of the room.  The temperature was slightly chilled and she noticed that her thick nipples were somewhat erect.

 

Worst of all was what was located in the center of the room.  It was a padded bench with no back, approximately eight feet long.  Directly in the center of the bench, protruding straight upward was a dildo in the shape of a man’s penis.  Even more deplorable was the fact that she recognized the dick.  It was his!  It was an exact replica of the dick she had recently explored as it exhibited itself directly in front of her face and as it came in her mouth and on her face!

 

She had no way of knowing that twenty-four hours had elapsed since the assault on her person.  She had tried napping on the mattress but her mind was too much in turmoil to allow her to sleep.  She had to urinate something fierce.  Finally, she surrendered to her bladder and pushed the button beside the toilet. 

 

Within a few minutes he entered carrying a small stool.  He was naked.  His dick was only partially erect.  His balls bounced off of his thighs as he walked.  He was the hairiest human being she had ever seen! 

 

She had seen a naked man before but never one walking around so nonchalantly.  What few she had seen had been lying beside her in bed.  On those occasions when they did get up, it was usually a quick trip to the bathroom during which she saw a quick glimpse of their posterior, if she looked at all.

 

This bastard was different.  He was walking in as though he was proud of his nudity and as if it was a normal every day experience.  He certainly had nothing to be proud of.  As he walked his balls continued to bounce off of his muscular thighs.  His somewhat limp dick swayed back and forth as naturally as could be.  And, his pubic hair blended into a mat of black, thick hair that completely covered his torso.  No skin could be seen with two exceptions.  His nipples.  For some reason, hair did not cover the skin around his nipples and they were there as though framed by a hair mat.  Ugh!  It was an awful sight!

 

Instinctively, Linda tried to cover or at least minimize her nudity.  Her right arm covered her breasts.  Her left hand covered her pubic area.  She even squatted a bit to minimize the exposed skin.

 

He laughed and told her to forget about it.  He told her that she was never again to do that sort of thing again.  In fact, when he entered she was to lift a breast with each hand as though she were presenting herself to him.  If not, she would be damaged severely!  He told her to begin now!

 

Reluctantly, she stood up straight, exposed her personal parts, placed a hand under each saggy breast and presented them to him.  Her skin was covered with goose bumps at the overwhelming embarrassment she felt.

 

He was carrying a remote in one hand and a short stool in the other hand.  He pressed the remote button and the toilet lid rose to an upright position.  He positioned the stool about three feet in front of the toilet.  She was horrified as she guessed what he intended to do!   Her guess was only partially correct.

 

He then said, “I need to prepare the toilet for you.”

 

At that, he walked over to the open commode and stood before it. 

 

He said, “I have to piss.  Come here and aim my dick.”

 

“Oh God!”,  she thought.

 

He said, “Do you want to piss or not?  Nobody pisses until I piss.  I said, ‘Hold my dick.’”

 

Reluctantly, she walked over, stood beside him, and bent to lift the toilet seat.

 

At that, he spun and punched her once in the stomach.  She fell forward and caught herself on the rim of the toilet seat.  She hunched there for several minutes as she tried to gasp for breath.  Somehow, through all of this, she knew his dick was just inches above her head.

 

He said, “I am going to begin pissing in thirty seconds.  Do you want it on the back of your head or do you want to stand up and aim it you stupid fucking cow?”

 

Somehow she managed to stand and slowly turned and held his dick, trying to aim it in the center of the toilet seat.  She failed.  A stream quickly sprung from his piss slit and splattered all over the back portion of the seat.  She was horrified.  She had never seen a man piss and now she was responsible for where he pissed!  She overcorrected and his piss stream now coated the front of the toilet seat.  She moved it back, her hand flinched and he coated the right side of the seat.  She just couldn’t get the hang of it and now he was pissing on the left side of the seat.  Just as she got the aim right, he was through.  Now, dribbles were floating down to the front of the seat and some where actually seeping to her hand. 

 

She now had a new respect for men and there pissing problems.  She had always been ticked to find yellow stains on the side of a toilet.  She thought, “Why can’t men piss in the damn toilet instead of on it?”  Finally, she realized the difficulty they faced.  She also wondered when he would quick dribbling? 

 

He said, “Shake it bitch.”

 

She began shaking it and it seemed to take on a life of its own.  Piss drops were flying everywhere.  One actually flew up and struck her just above her right eyebrow.  When the droplets finally came to an end there was still dampness on the end of his dick.

 

He said, “Lick it off.”

 

She saw his hand curl into a fist and knew she must comply.  Reluctantly, and with bile rising in her throat, she bent forward and slowly put her tongue out to lick the yellow smudge from the end of his dick.  It tasted as bad as she knew it would.  Again, tears came to her eyes.

 

He said, “You have two minutes to begin your business and then the lid goes down.”  Then he strolled over and sat on the wooden stool, facing the toilet.

 

She looked at the piss-laden toilet seat.  She tried to hunch above the toilet as women do in public restrooms.  He quickly let her know that this was not an option.  She had no choice as she lowered her pudgy butt on to the commode.  Then she noticed it was not an ordinary toilet stool.  It was quite high and her feet dangled several inches above the floor.  As a result her ass was pulled down in to the piss with the full weight of her body.  As he looked sternly at her, she wondered what he expected.  She could only guess so she took her hands and held her breasts out to him.

 

He said, “Spread your legs wide open, use your fingers to spread your pussy lips, and begin peeing.  If you don’t follow my instructions you will be punished severely.”

 

Tears were now openly flowing from her eyes.  She spread her legs and her hairy pussy was exposed to his gaze.  She released her tits from their upright position and reached down gingerly and spread the lips of her pussy.  Her tits fell shapelessly to her torso and for some reason she was embarrassed at their plainness.  Also, it was the first time in her life that she had ever touched her private parts.  Her shame was unrelenting at her exposure.  She couldn’t piss!  

 

He told her she had less than one minute to begin.

 

She strained so much that her entire head reddened with the effort.  Finally, a few drops began.  Then, a few more.  Then, she began pissing in earnest.  It rang fervently off of the walls of the steel receptacle.  And, beyond her control, she farted a swift, crack of a fart.  Now her face was completely red with embarrassment as she saw him looking at her crotch with great interest.  He had even cracked a slight smile when she cracked the fart.

 

It was the first time he had ever seen a woman piss.  It was fascinating.  He was intrigued to discover that her piss seemed to leap out of her body in a completely unorganized, splattering stream – unlike the neat, concise(even though misdirected) piss stream that a man put out.  He thought, “God, I’m glad I’m not a cunt!”

 

Finally, her pissing was complete.  Droplets clung to her pussy hair.  She looked for toilet paper.  There was none.  She looked at him questioningly.  He said simply, “Drip dry.”

 

She sat on the toilet for a long length of time.  Finally, she arose and the lid lowered itself automatically as her weight was removed from the device.

 

He told her to come forward and stand between his legs.  She did and she shuddered as she saw his dangling dick begin to rise.  Almost immediately his dick was erect and pointed straight ahead from the edge of the stool upon which he still sat.  His balls hung down almost halfway to the floor.  He leaned forward and told her to lift her right breast and put the nipple in his mouth.  She did.

 

He sucked the nipple vigorously.  The nipple became hard.  Her face flushed.  He thought he even heard a quiet moan deep in her throat.  She was aroused. 

 

He released her nipple from his mouth and told her to lie down with her head directly beneath his balls.  She shuddered but obeyed.  As she lay there, stretched before him, his balls actually rested across the bridge of her nose.  This was bad for her because the pubic odor was quite strong.  He did not apparently spend a lot of time washing his nuts.  He looked her body up and down.  Her middle-aged tits had slid to each side of her torso.  There was a roll of fat around her body.  Perhaps in distraction, she had reclined with her legs spread wide open.  Her scraggly cunt hair could not conceal the pussy lips that were spread wide.

 

He told her to begin licking his balls.  She shuddered again but obeyed.  Her tongue was tentative at first – stroking the underside of his left nut – the one that hung the lower.  His ball rolled around on her tongue like a huge dollop of mercury.  He told her to work his entire sack with her tongue.  She did.

 

Now his dick was throbbing and pre-cum was escaping from the slit.  As her tongue worked his nuts his heavy dick began bouncing up and down on her chin, dropping the pre-cum on to her neck.  She felt it and felt it work its way down the right side of her neck.  But, she kept on licking out of fear of retaliation.  He slid forward on the bench and told her to lick his ass hole. 

 

A “no” escaped from her lips.  It was a serious mistake.  He reached forward and slapped her right tit with the open palm of his right hand and repeated the procedure on her left tit with his left hand.  She grunted at the first hit and screamed at the second hit.  To anyone who was in to pain, the blows would have been miniscule.  To her, they seemed like nuclear explosions on each of her breasts.

 

Lick my filthy ass hole you stupid cow!”

 

She needed no more encouragement and immediately began the work.  It was more gross than anything she could have ever imagined.  First there was the large thatch of thick, grimy hair that seemed to protect his nether hole.  Than there was the remnants of shit particles as well as rolled up little balls of used toilet paper that were imbedded in the hair and on the edges of the hole.  Finally there was the hole itself.  It was rank and tasted like shit.  But lick she did.

 

He slapped her tits again and said, “With more enthusiasm bitch!”

 

And she became enthusiastic.  She licked every particle of shit and toilet paper balls from his ass.  She smoothed down the ass hair with her saliva.  She plunged her tongue into the hole and swirled it around.  She despised every minute of it but she acted as though it was all nectar from the gods.  With the motivation of pending pain she became a good actress and he received the benefit of a vigorous, seemingly enthusiastic tongue.  He let out a satisfying fart that was one of those rumbling, bubbly kind.  It seemed as though every cubic centimeter of the rectal gas went directly in to her mouth.  She gagged and struggled to keep down the bile that was rising in her gullet.  She quickly swallowed the bile that had made its way up to her mouth and her throat burned like fire.  It was the final straw for her emotions and she wept openly.

 

He stood up, looked down upon her and said, “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet bitch!”

 

He left the room with her sobbing and rolling on the floor, shit on her mouth, scrotum sweat on her chin.