Blake Garfield - Cheerleader in chains

Debbie and Suzy stood side by side, whipping their belts over Linda's fat, creamy tits. She stared back at them in wonder as they tortured her, amazed at how beautiful they were.

Suzy was tiny, with skin so soft and tanned that it looked like a baby's. Her tits were small globes set high on her chest and her nipples were so stiff and rosy pink that they looked like candy. Her ass was a perfect little bubble and her legs were thin and shapely. Her pink pussylips were trimmed with blonde hair that looked like silk.

Debbie towered over Suzy. Her legs seemed to go on forever, perfectly muscled, perfectly tapered, perfectly tanned. Her waist was tiny and her tits were big, her brown nipples stiff and pointed. She looked like a tigress, a tawny jungle animal in human form.

Linda felt inadequate, no more than a worthless slut beside Debbie and Suzy. So what if she had big tits? These girls were beautiful too, and they weren't groveling in mud and shitting out ball bearings like some slave slut.

The kids cheered when the first ball dropped out of Linda's asshole. It was caked with her shit, and the kids pointed at it and laughed wildly. A second ball followed a moment later. As it plopped into the mud, Linda let off a long, wet-sounding fart. Even through the haze of pain that surrounded her, Linda blushed at the rude noise. The kids held their noses and called Linda a chorus of filthy names.

Cramps grabbed at her straining shitter, twisting her insides until she buckled over, her chin dropping to her chest and her shoulders hunching forward. Another ball dropped from her asshole, but the wave of pain that followed it was so terrible that Linda almost collapsed. She had to strain especially hard to pop out the next one, and when she did, piss began to gush from her pussy.

"Pissing again!" Suzy screamed, then giggled with the other kids as Linda's piss filled up the bedpan.

Linda kept her chin pinned to her chest, unable to meet the lusting, mocking stares of the country kids who had enslaved her. Suzy stopped whipping her, and a moment later Debbie stopped too. Linda breathed a sigh of relief, shitting out the ball bearings and pissing into the bedpan. She gasped in shock when she felt hands on her welted tits.

"Stay still," Suzy said, her voice thick with excitement. "I guess a whipping isn't enough to keep your attention anymore. Maybe a game of tug will."

Linda's heart froze with terror at Suzy's words, but she didn't realize the true nature of the torture until the girls looped their belts around each of her ample tits. When they started pulling on the ends of the belts, Linda wailed in agony. The cruel loops constricted around the bases of her tits until the huge mounds of flesh bulged like overinflated balloons. Her nipples turned red from the trapped blood, and Linda cried out in agony.

Suzy grabbed the end of her belt with both hands and dug in her heels. She jerked on the belt as hard as she could, then leaned back with all her weight. On the other side, Debbie wrapped her belt around her hands, then braced herself with one foot and jerked back.

Linda's tits were pulled out to either side. The belts dug so tight into the big mounds that they disappeared under folds of creamy, welted flesh. Linda's lush tit-flesh turned a brighter shade of red. Her poor tits were like two tubes of toothpaste being squeezed from the bottom with enormous pressure. But there were no nozzles on her tits to relieve the pressure. Linda's tits looked and felt like they were going to explode.

"Nooooooo!" Linda's eyes snapped wide open. Her face glowed with feverish desperation. "Nooooooooo! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Nooooooooo!"

Spots of darkness flickered past Linda's eyes as the girls tortured her big tits. It felt as though the big fleshy mounds were being torn from her body. The pain-drenched cheerleader grunted and oinked like a pig as she strained to force the ball bearings from her tired shitter. All she could think of was how to please the two cruel girls, how to stop them from tearing her beautiful tits to pieces.

The last ball bearings popped out of Linda's shitter, shooting out with all the strength left in her overworked asshole. The last ball hurt the most, and when it popped free of her shitter, a tiny turd trailed out behind it. Linda heaved a deep, pain-wracked sigh and slipped limply forward. Only the hellish holds Suzy and Debbie had on her big tits kept her from falling.

"I'm done!" she screamed, whipping her head from side to side. "I'm done now! Please, please, please stop hurting my tits! I've been a good girl!"

"All right!" Debbie let loose of her belt. A moment later, on the other side, Suzy did too. "See, with a little encouragement, you can really move that big ass! Now there's a little favor you can do for me."

Debbie pulled the bedpan out from under Linda and set it down a few feet in front of the bound, broken girl. Inside was a sickening stew of mud and piss and pussy-soaked, shit-stained ball bearings. Linda cried when she realized what Debbie wanted her to do.

"You see, I borrowed these, from my boyfriend to put them up your smelly cunt and dirty asshole. I can't give them back all covered in shit and cuntjuice. And since you're the one who got them dirty, I thought you might do me a big favor and clean them off. Will you?"

"Sure she will," Suzy said. "I'd like to stay and watch, but I've got to see if our surprise is ready."

Linda looked at Debbie with a pitiful expression. It was so unfair. She tried to do everything they asked, but they hurt her anyway. Then, just when she thought they had ground her as far into the muck as she could go, they thought of something even more depraved to do to her. Earlier she had thought that it would have to end sometime, but she wasn't so sure anymore.

"I can't reach them, Debbie," she said, her voice shaking with fear and pain. "I'll do anything you want, but I just can't reach them."

"Sure you can," Peter said, stepping up to stand beside the tall, willowy blonde. "That pretty little tongue of yours is long enough to scoop up an old ball."

"And then you can suck them clean," Debbie added sweetly. She picked up the end of the belt that was wrapped around Linda's right tit and gave it a little pull. "You'll look just like a little chipmunk with all those ball bearings stuck in your cheeks. I'm getting horny just thinking about it."

"Oh please!" Linda whimpered. "What are you doing to me? I'm not an animal! I'm not some kind of whore! I'm a normal girl, not some dirty, slutty slave!"

"You used to be a normal girl!" Debbie hissed, anger blazing in her eyes at the first sign of rebellion from the voluptuous captive. "Now you're an animal and a whore and a slave and anything else we want you to be! And don't give me any shit! You're starting to dig it!"

Debbie yanked on the belt and Linda screamed at the unexpected agony, falling face-first into the mud. The blonde pulled steadily on the belt, tugging Linda toward the bedpan. She didn't stop pulling until the top of Linda's head banged into the bedpan and a mix of piss and water splashed into her hair.

It took every ounce of strength the brutalized beauty had left to gather her knees up under her battered body and pull her face up out of the mud. She leaned low over the bedpan, staring down into the awful stew of filth. She knew that once she accepted this obscenity, there would be nothing left she could refuse them. Once she slurped the ball bearings up from the bedpan and cleaned them in her mouth she would be nothing more than a mindless fool.

When Debbie jerked the rope again, Linda leaned forward. She couldn't fight any longer.

Her nose dipped into the piss first, then pushed into the mud. She caught the first ball bearing between her lips and scooped it back into her mouth with her tongue. She almost threw up at the taste of cunt-cream and piss. The fact that it was her pussyjuice, her piss, made the task even more revolting. She sucked it clean and then moved it with her tongue into the pocket of her left cheek. Then she ducked her head again.