Instrument of Vengeance Ch. 06 by BumblingFool,BumblingFool

Bonnie watched as Pig apprehensively flung himself backward, endeavoring to gain as much momentum as possible for his legs and feet to be flung up in the air for a moment. Louise and Marcel each quickly grabbed and put one of his calves near the ankle over their shoulder and tied the untethered end of the rope to Pig’s ankle. Once he was temporarily held in place, she beckoned Marcel to do the heavy lifting, pulling Pig’s legs up and wide open, one at a time, as she re-secured the overhead knots to hold him firmly in position. When completed, Pig ended up lying on his back on the bed near the center of the side, with his legs raised high and spread very widely apart while his naked ass was not quite touching the bed. His ass cheeks stuck out, hanging off the side of the bed by a couple of inches. Once he was positioned, it was evident that the effort had induced yet another prolific sweating spell for Pig.

Marcel walked over to Bonnie, gave her a quick hug, kissed her cheek, and then sat down in the chair looking straight at Pig’s flabby ass, about four feet away. It was clear now to Bonnie that she was going to be interacting with Pig in some way. The thought of it sickened her nearly to the point of vomiting. But she knew that this was still part of her test. He’d told her she would be tested. She had hoped that making that wild lesbian cum in her mouth was it. She was determined not to lose Marcel. She had to face whatever challenge was placed in her path. Like the old saying goes, ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’.

Louise began, “You must be something really special if Marcel picked you for his pet. You certainly are beautiful enough and you’ve got the tits and ass most black men crave. But as you’re learning tonight, it takes a lot more than just tits and ass for someone like Marcel to consider taking on ownership responsibilities. And we’re gonna find out real quick just what you’re made of. So you think you’re worthy of him, huh? Well, we’ll just see about that missy. Get on your knees, bitch, and pull Pig’s ass cheeks wide apart and show me his asshole. You can’t see it right now; it’s hidden by too much flab, but it’s there. He’s got one and I’ve found it before haven’t I Pig?”

“Yes, Mistress. You sure have.” Pig replied. Bonnie knelt before the huge mounds of tender white flesh and placed her hands on either side of his ass and pulled. She soon realized that she was going to have to do a lot more searching and pulling to find his asshole because it was buried so deeply. She kept working her fingers deeper and deeper pulling wider, keeping at it until the smell immediately informed her that she’d reached her target. Once exposed, Bonnie turned her head back toward Louise, who was still standing next to Marcel, to show proof she had done as asked, remaining silent because she’d not been given permission to speak.

“Ahhhhh, good girl. There’s that rosebud I love to play with so much. Well bitch, get ready. I’m about to knock your sweet ass right off that high horse you rode in on. Now Pig here has been a good boy for me, haven’t you Pig?”

“Yes, Mistress” he called, “I always do my best for you.”

“I know you do Pig and that’s why I’ve decided to give you a big reward tonight for being such a good boy for mommy. You see, Pig here has never ever had a rim job. Never. Oh, I’ve stuffed all kinds of things up his ass and fucked the shit out of him, but his rosebud has never had the pleasure of experiencing tender sweet kisses and tongue from a lovely lady such as yourself, not in his whole pathetic life. Well, I’m about to change Pig’s life for the better right now. I can smell the fumes emanating from his ass all the way over here. Whew! Pig had no idea he was gonna get such a reward like this tonight, so he probably didn’t wash as cleanly as he would have. He’s probably tremendously embarrassed about that right now, but I don’t give a fuck. Bonnie, I want you to kiss all around Pig’s asshole, then lick all around Pig’s asshole, then rim all around it with your tongue. Eat his ass bitch like you’re starving to death and this is your favorite meal. And you better make damn sure my pet enjoys every single moment. Now get busy bitch!”

Bonnie wondered if there was a more humiliating or disgusting act she could be told to perform but she couldn’t think of one right then. Just for an instant, she wondered if being with Marcel was worth it. But when she thought back to the events of this past week with him, she was sure it was. She defiantly thrust her face into the fat man’s ass, doing exactly as commanded with zeal and verve. She wasn’t about to let one evening of disgust cost her a lifetime of happiness. She was going to make Marcel proud of her if it killed her. The smell and taste almost overtook her and caused her to gag. Then she remembered back to changing her children’s diapers, some of which nearly knocked her out, and she pressed on. Pig began low moaning as he enjoyed the newfound experience. No one had ever done that for him and he was so appreciative that this woman, coerced or not, was treating him like a fellow human being. While Bonnie was pleasuring his smelly unwashed asshole, Louise began talking again.

“Let me tell you about my pet Pig here while you feast non-stop on his pungent rosebud. He is a fifty-two-year-old, rather short 5′ 7” (170 cm) morbidly obese, 490 lb. epicurean. (That’s 35 stones or 222 kg. to our European cousins.) You may wonder how I ended up with him. He’s a very well-known and wealthy financier back east. I’ve never shared his real name because of his sensitive career which would be ruined should his prurient nature be revealed, so I call him Pig for obvious reasons. I own Pig. He’s one of my play toys. There’s nothing Pig wouldn’t do for me. Nothing. I love to humiliate him because it is so the opposite of his Alpha-male position in the business world. But Pig here has a big problem. For some reason, women aren’t attracted to him. Hell, he hasn’t even been able to hire a prostitute to see to his needs because he’s so disgusting.”

Louise continued, “Now don’t you hold back there, sweetie. You just keep snacking on Pig’s back door entrance making him feel good. Let’s see, where was I? Oh yeah, women. Pig’s married, but for monetary reasons, she won’t ever leave the big lug. She won’t let him touch her, however, hasn’t in nearly twenty years, but she takes care of the house, family matters, parties, and all that. The one thing she does for him that Pig loves is feed him. Maybe to help him keel over and die, I don’t know, but she feeds him exquisite epicurean delights. All he could ever want. So there’s that. You’ve heard the old saying, ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’. This man loves to eat. He’ll eat practically anything. A mutual friend introduced us six years ago. I took pity on the poor bastard and he’s been my sugar daddy ever since.”

She went on, “Hell if it weren’t for me, he’d never see a pussy. Remember I said he loves to eat? Well, he LOVES to eat pussy, especially mine. I made him a connoisseur of my pussy. He knows my pussy better than his own name and boy does he know how to eat me. I taught him well. He has consumed my snatch well over a thousand times over the years. I tell you the fool is a pussy eating machine. I’ve shared his expertise with a couple of dozen ladies and they all swear by his special talent. Bet you wouldn’t think that to look at him, would ya? As a matter of fact, two ladies here tonight asked for another crack at him. Speakin’ of crack, shove that tongue of yours deep into his asshole bitch, back and forth, and fuck his asshole with it. Go one now, give him your best.”

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