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Night of A Gang-Fucked, Onstage Filth-Pig!"
fantasy-pornography tributed to Wrulf The Pimp Cunt-Defiler Filthmiester
Rapist
(About Wendy aka MILF Slut P)
She's a juicily screwable shag-bag, is the submissive, medium-brown-
haired and fourty-six-year-old Wendy. Her fuck-face is lovely, and
while not huge, her swinish udders are of a nice size and shape. Her
legs are pretty, and her roundly lusty shitter engages in sodomy
simply by existing. Wendy's hams are any hard cock's vision to
behold, and along with my penis, I love to rudely shove my finger up
her rear fart-vagina while she gasps over the intrusion.
Wendy's best over-all asset, however, is that she's s very dirty
gutter-woman - sexually, an inordinately polluted hussy who's
completely soiled by her own impurity and wonderful indecency. In
truth, she's an adulterous moral slattern, a moral sloven and a
suck -and -fuck-slob who's considerably more disresputable than the
cheapest street-hooker.
Most beautifully, it turns her red all the way up her
vaginal fuck-tube to her lascivious 'sow' of a womb with humiliation
when I tell her that 'I have no respect for her as a slut or
endlessly faithless wife, even less for her as a woman'. But hearing
that immensely arouses Wendy, as such things should even a small-
time tart - which the tramp most certainly isn't!
Nonetheless, I won't reveal what her job is, but will say that she
does it as an apparently upright pillar of society. The rest of the
time - as often as the bitch can - she behaves according to what she
knows in the 'brothel' of her soul, that the only function giving
her any real value in life is submission to men's hardcore verbal
abuse, the dishonoring privilege of taking often-rough but safe
violation of her naked meat by cock after cock after cock, and
having her three rut-gutters soiled by scum-load after load - to say
nothing of her holes and luscious whorehouse-bod being defiled by
gallons of man-urine.
To put it crudely and bluntly, Wendy is a low-life piece of gutter-
trash, just a sleazy whore-pig, or more precisely, a filthy swine-
slut... and loves it! I couldn't appreciate more the way the slimy
cunt takes pride in pigging her holes around like nothing more than
a sexy meat-slab with a mouth, poontang and shit-hole attached to it!
However, I won't detail how we met four-and-a-half months ago, will
only say that the fucking smut-holed woman and I live in the same
city and she trusts that I'll keep her safe.
Too, I'm independently wealthy, and arranged for her massive
use in a small theater two Friday nights ago while her husband was
out of town on business for the weekend.
Sonny, a friend of mine, owns the theater. Its stage is covered with
a very thick, rubber mat to prevent harm. And in a grid, five feet
apart, are drains going through the mat. At the moment, though, I
won't mention the number of penises which I'd previously arranged to
use her in what way.
I, of course, loved that the delightfully dumb cunt couldn't
possibly have imagined how ribaldly her dignity would be utterly
violated onstage, with the glorious orgy of smut scheduled to start
at 9:30.
The theater's parking lot is surrounded by pine trees standing right
next to each other. So, when the twat-rag and I arrived at 9:15, it
was dark and discreet for Wendy to undress outside my car upon
command before stowing her clothes in the backseat.
'Are you ready for lots of filthy intercourse, fuck-bag?' I then
coarsely asked.
'Yes, sir.'
'Okay, crawl your slutty ass inside,' I gruffly ordered, with me
following Wendy obeying my order... and the bitch-hog already was
nicely humbled by the time I told her to stop just short of the
lobby door to the theater.
I'd previously given certain instructions to Jerry, the cute, white,
twenty-one-year-old boy
manning the desk.
I undressed, hung my clothes on a wall-hook in the lobby... and a
little more than one-hundred-and-fifty men - both black and white -
were sitting in the theater when I took a front seat next to the
aisle. Like me, the other guys were as naked as their hard fuck-
poles and playing with themselves in dirty-minded anticipation.
I'd been in my seat for maybe fifteen seconds when Jerry opened the
door to the theater.
'Get your fuckin' self banged, you whoring bitch-bag!' he loudly
said, and I could hear him slapping her lovely bum.
I turned and was gratified to see guys lining the aisle, talking
trash and jacking-off on the swine-slob while she crawled down the
aisle as fuck-assed naked as a toilet seat. Even under the dimmed
house lights, it was hot to see her chest-bags jiggling, and jizz
glistening in her hair, on her back and crapper as the low-down cock-
hog crawled up the right-hand set of steps.
Beforehand, I'd loosely choreographed what was to happen, and all of
Wendy's bangers knew the program, as well as were aware they weren't
to damage the fucking trash-trough.
The dirty cow had barely made it onstage, though, when a loud, male
voice spoke from offstage to the left: 'Stand up, back against the
wall over there and get ready to take it like a slum-harlot, you
bitchie-bitch!'
... 'not that you're worth what a fucking slum-harlot would earn,
dumb-ass!' some one yelled from the audience.
Wendy, however, had just done as told when a tall, muscled, young
white hunk came across the stage.
His enormous slut-plunger already was stiffer than hell; he stopped
about three feet in front of her and wagged it: 'Like my dick, slut?'
'Yes, sir.'
'What a surprise, because I can already tell you're one of the
dirtiest scum-fuck whores I've ever seen, low-life!' the stud loudly
chortled. 'Want me to fuck you, you stinking-bitch skank?'
'Yes, sir,' Wendy replied.
'Are you good enough to deserve me fucking you?'
'Uh-h-h, no, sir, but would you - please?' the tramp panted.
'God, are you ever a fucking piece of trash, bitch!' the guy crudely
and cruelly laughed, walking up to her, and before the lovely pig
knew what was happening, he roughly threw his rod up her vag-cavern
to begin a solid hammering.
The audience immediately erupted:
'Fuck the whore!'
'Yeah, the cunt doesn't deserve it, but give it to her anyway!'
'Do you like getting fucked in front of all us guys, you dumb 'ho?'
'Of course, she does! That's all she's any good for!'...
... 'and you the fuck can't rape her, because what a filthy, fucking
slut, man!'
'Shit, yeah, take it, filth-pig!'
'Dirty, fucking gutter-whore!'
'Yeah, you piece of trash! Get fucked, garbage-cunt!'
'Yeah, you're totally worthless without a cock in one of your holes,
besides which, you're fucking worthless, anyway, whore!'
'Yeah, but I'd fuck the no-good slut!'
'Me, too, man!'...
... meanwhile, it was impossible to understand what the hussy was
saying - if anything at all - because she was babbling-off at her
smutty mouth in frenzy of dirty joy...
... not that she had long to 'love' the large slut-splitter piling a
fuck up her obviously sloppy twat (sloppy because of the
obscene
slurping sounds it made) since the white
boy had slammed her
for no more than three or four minutes before he withdrew, pulled
her head down by the hair and loudly 'grunted' a huge load of man-
ooze on her face.
Contemptuously, he next wiped his cock clean on her hair, turned and
disappeared offstage to the left as abruptly as he'd appeared... and
he was scarcely gone when another voice outright barked, 'Hit the
floor on all-fours! Crawl over in the middle of the stage, you
fucking 'ho-pig!'
'Crawl, crawl, you dirty scag!' some one in the audience shouted.
She did, whereupon another young white guy and two young black ones
came from offstage, with one of the black ones lying back and
telling her to 'slap her greasy hog-twat onto his dick', Mrs. Filth!'
Wendy squealed as she 'slapped her greasy' hole onto that darkie
Darth Invader; the white violater went up her tail and the second
black cock into her oral suck-toilet.
The man in her face was slapping it while the mandingo under her
mauling her fun-bags (tits) and her sodomizer viciously spanking her
rump.
It's impossible to describe the heated noises the bitch-rag was
making, though for a bit, I almost thought I was in a barn because
of all the bestial sounds with which her bangers were sounding-off!
Fuck, oh, fuck, it was hot!
Pretty soon, the guy in her mouth pulled out and gruffly asked, 'Do
you like getting nigger-fucked in the face and cunt, you white-
trash 'ho?'
'Y-e-e-e-s! Wendy wailed.
'You damn well better, you nigger-loving bitch!' came admonishment
from the audience.
That black dick then split her lips apart again. On and on the guys
tossed her around on their pizzles like she was a limp rag-doll.
A nigger-wad finally juiced-up her face again; the hunk in her
vaginal trough soon bellowed, 'Take my cum in your cunt, slut!' -
and basted her muff-slit. Not long after that, the man in her
butt roared, 'Up your fucking trash-can of an ass-hole, dirt!'
Having besemirched her with their seed of copulation, the guys
paused before next dumping her off their dicks.
If the audience-guys thought that things had been lurid so far,
however, they had another think coming.
Wendy was still pig-on-hands-and-knees in the middle of the stage
when five black guys and two white ones walked out. One of them was
carrying a new, clean dog bowl he set on the floor, and here again,
they all were beautiful pieces of young man-meat.
They surrounded her, turned, bent over and ordered the adulteress to
lick their asses around the circle.
'We ain't gonna' make you eat shit, but dig for the flavor of it up
our ass-holes with your tongue, cunt-turd!' one of the guys vulgarly
said.
'Yeah, you hot piece of shit!' another one snorted.
'Hum-m-m, you are kind of hot!' remarked a third man.
'Fuck you! C'mon, let's see you lose that pretty face of yours
between those butt-cheeks!' said a guy in the audience...
... not that Wendy needed any urging! Around and around the circle
she went, kissing those arses.
When they were satisfied, the stage-hunks turned and began using her
hair to jag her lips up and down their bull-stalks, fucking their
hard-ons with her mouth around the circle.
That perhaps went on for ten minutes, when one of the guys walked
over and jacked-off his jizz into the dog bowl... followed by all of
them doing the same thing.
'Start slurping, you she-dog, cunt-hog or whatever you are!' one of
the black guys onstage then commanded, pointing at the dog bowl.
The look on Wendy's face was precious as she speechlessly stared
slack-jawed at him!... though mercy didn't even a blow a breeze in
her direction, since one of two white men grabbed the back of her
head and shoved her face into the bowl.
I thought I heard a strange, muffled squawk before the harlot
began 'sucking face' with all that white guy -and -nigger-goo!
'Fuck, man! Our little slut-puppy likes her supper, after all!' one
of the black guys laughed, slapping his leg.
'Christ, can you believe this shit?' asked one of the audience-men
in astonishment.
'Hell, wha'dya expect from a dog or a pig?' replied another guy.
'Yeah, but why can't we fuck the filthy 'ho?' said yet another one.
At that moment, the first white fucker came out and walked stage
front: 'I'm Jeremy and in charge. Be patient. I've got a
something for you later. I won't say what, but I'll give
you a hint: Are you guys' balls and bladders full?'
'Yeah!' yelled someone in the audience.
'Okay, stay put for the rest of the show. You guys' turn is coming
in not too long,' Jeremy said, turning and walking into the left
wing, which he'd hardly done when a horizontal steel bar on two
cables started descending from the stage ceiling (apparently,
somebody backstage was operating a lowering / raising device). The
bar had a pair of leather handcuffs on it.
The fucking slut-turd likely was wondering what was going to happen
next when, just to further demonstrate Wendy's very profusely-cocked
promiscuity (since she'll be a screw-hog for anything adult, healthy
and clean that gets hard between male legs), another gorgeous, naked
white man walked onstage, making the 'ho softly screech as he
dragged her under the bar and hauled her to her feet with her hair.
He fastened the cuffs around her wrists.
"Okay," he called out, and the bar ascended until she was standing
on nothing but tiptoes.
A young, great-looking piece of nigger-muscle next came onstage,
carrying a bar with leather ankle cuffs attached to both ends.
'Split your legs until it hurts,' he barked.
The cunt-hog obeyed and the guys attached the cuffs to her ankles.
The whore was so 'wishboned' by the spreader bar that she was
groaning with pain.
Next, the guys fastened a pair of very heavy clamps to her nipples
and even heavier ones to her muff-lips. The latter looked at least 1
pound in weight, luridly pulling her cunt-lips into obsecenely large
flaps, with the strumpet really starting to suffer!
'As I earlier heard someone say, we really can't rape you, though
this would be a great position to do it in - right, you worthless,
fucking scum-bag?' the black guy asked.
'Yes, sir.'
'Shittin' hell fuck you!' the darkie hissed, spitting on her
face, 'We're not going to allow you the privilege or pleasure of
getting raped!' - and he made her grunt as he threw his knee into
her crotch three times.
He then started ramming what appeared to be three fingers in and out
of her vag-maw, with those clamps hanging from its lips.
'O-o-o-o-o-o-h, I'm-m-m-m cum-m-m-m-m-m-i-i-i-ng!' Wendy cried out.
'What?' the white guy yelled, slapping her face, 'Fuck you,
skank!... and can you go a little lower; I need some room,' he told
the black stud.
'Sure,' - and the mandingo knelt, continuing to abusively shag her
front fuck-slice with his fingers while the white man savagely
started fore -and -backhanding her tits as he rasped, 'These fuckers
hanging off your chest deserve punishment because they make you look
more stupid than the dumbest sow in any pigsty - where you DO
belong, you piece of hog-shit!'
'A-a-a--a-a-a-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-eh!!' Wendy
screamed.
'Does the fool-assed trash-can really think we care about any noise
she makes?' the black guy asked, looking up at the white guy...
... 'who gives a shit? Make her scream, make it hurt!' somebody in
the audience loudly said.
'Yeah, and do you think we give a shit about you?' the white,
onstage abuser sadistically asked, also spitting in her face before
she could reply - though she started to, when he loudly
snarled, 'Shut your face-lid, toilet!'
He went on banging his hand back and forth across her 'pigsty'-
udders while the black man repeatedly gored his fingers in and out
of her vag-pit for at least three minutes, at which point Jeremy
came onstage carrying a leather-thonged whip.
'Are you raping this disgusting woman?' he scornfully asked, with a
laugh.
'Naw, why would we do a nice thing like that?' the black guy
snorted, standing, elbowing the white molester aside and slamming
his knee into Wendy's fuck-saddle the very split second Jeremy
started giving her ass a harsh whipping.
'A-a-a-a-a-a-a-h! - uh-h-h-h! - uh-h-h-h-h-h-h! - uh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-
h! - e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-h!' the sexual stinker damn-near yelled.
'Yeah, man! That's it! Give it to the worthless slut!' an audience-
guy definitely yelled.
'For sure, because the world's most beautiful music is the sound of
a 'ho-bag in pain! - if that didn't hurt my ears so much!' somebody
else said from the audience.
It seemed every 'dick' in the place howled with laughter - not
giving Wendy a whisper of relief since Jeremy was still laying into
her bum and upper legs with the lashes while the other white boy was
still palm-slamming her tits.
In another three or four minutes, the chest-bag abuser moved aside,
making way for Jeremy coming around to take her back and forth
across the boobs with the whip - and with the clamps still hanging
on her nipples.
It seemed strange, though Wendy dialled her noise-making down to a
loud, prolonged groan while Jeremy whip-slapped her tits to a
glowing red - for about another three minutes.
The fun really began, however, when he started hissing the lashes up
over her cunt with the heavier clamps attached to the 'doors' of her
vaginal chapel of sexual blasphemy.
Shit! - Wendy went off like a pipe organ: 'O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h m-y-
y-y-y gaw-w-w-w-w-d!! G-A-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-WD!! IT-T-T-T-T-T-T HUR-
R-R-R-R-R-R-TS S-O-O-O-O-O-H M-U-C-C-C-C-H!! UH-H-H-H-H-H!! - UH-
H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!! - E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-H!!'
Meanwhile, Jeremy was flogging her muff as cooly as a early-spring
breeze - which he did for something like another three minutes
before he quit.
'O-o-o-o-h g-a-a-a-w-w-w-d, o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h g-a-a-a-a-a-w-w-w-
w-w-d!' the filth-bucket sobbed, though Jeremy called for the upper
bar to be lowered - with him and the other guys removing the wrist -
and -ankle cuffs as though she was nothing but a sab of banging-meat!
The upper bar next disappeared toward the ceiling, and Wendy was
about to sag to her knees when Jeremy gruffly ordered, 'Stay on your
feet, you shit-brained floozy!'
She'd just straightened up when my huge and self-trained - yes, self-
trained! - male dog, Shooter, trotted onstage. I'd taken him to the
theater earlier. And I'm guessing Wendy's eye flew a lot more open
than her twat, with her gasping in demeaned startlement as he walked
in front of her, jammed his noise into her crotch, then began
licking her puss-gash.
'Fuck, this is going to be fun, because I've never seen this kind of
shit before! - exactly what the dirty bitch needs! - some
bestiality!' an audience-man exclaimed...
... 'or cross-species bestialtiy is more like it, since a male
member of a superior species is going to fucking mate with a member
of the lower cunt-species!' I spoke up, to laughter around the
auditorium.
To begin with, though, Wendy is so masochistic that abuse had
excited her until her cunt had started slopping, besides which,
Shooter has always been quick on the trigger when he catches so much
as a whiff of the liquid filth slobbering out of any twat.
And his very thick, eight-and-a-half-inched pizzle had fully rutted
forth from its sheath by the time he stopped licking her snatch-
slit. He walked behind the low-down trollop, and the entire place
was so quiet you could've heard a pin drop as he gracefully reared,
put his front paws on the mutt-pup's shoulders and took her down to
an all-fours stance of bestial humbling under his weight.
Jeremy reached under him and took his rude pole in hand, helping
Shooter mount the kennel-slag by jamming all of his penis into her
rude hole (shit-bucket) while Wendy made an odd gulping sound.
'Go get the stupid cunt-hound, boy!' Jeremy then said, slapping
Shooter's rump.
The beautiful rutter started to shovel her a round of sodomy while
he softly growled with lust - before Jeremy leaned over, seemingly
with a smirk into her eyes as he mockingly said, 'I'm sorry we lied
about not allowing you the privilege or pleasure of being raped,
honey - though we for sure don't care what you think - BECAUSE NOW
YOU ARE GETTING RAPED! - BY A DOG! - IN THE ASS, SWEETS!'
'G-a-w-w-w-d, oh-h-h y-e-e-s, rape m-y-y-y as-s-s-s, doggy!' Wendy
wailed, more turned-on than ever.
At that point, though, Shooter somehow managed to stay knotted up
her bitch sewer-pussy while Jeremy used her hair to drag the
coupling around into a profile view for the audience.
And backtracking to 'self-trained', Shooter had managed to teach
himself the fine art of raping my sleazy ex-wife, Susan, while I
have no idea how.
Nonetheless, that bit of knowledge would have been lost on some of
the audience-men.
'Fuck you, bitch! This ain't rape because the fucking bag of shit
likes it too much!' bellowed a voice from the audience.
'Go ahead, anyway, doggy! Rape her because she's nothing but an
animal, just a beast!' someone else loudly remarked.
'Yeah! The slob-hole IS MARRIED! And there's a church only a block
from your house, isn't there, you stinky-assed whore?' I added,
following up with a quote from the Bible's Old Testament: 'It's a
shame the pastor isn't here because I'd love hearing him shame you
with what he'd say about you 'committing the abomination before the
Lord of lying naked and carnal with an animal' far superior to the
beast you are, you vile, fucking adulteress!'
'Oh, now, you aren't vile, are you, honey-buns?' Jeremy asked,
spitting into her face again.
'Oh, god! - ye-e-e-s-s-s, y-e-e-e-s-s-s!' Wendy loudly wept,
insulted and disparaged almost out of her mind, being utterly
aroused as she was.
'Yeah, you're vile! - cheating on your husband with a dog!' an
audience-guy yelled.
'For sure you are! - disgusting, too! - more disgusting than any pig
in the world!' somebody else joined the barrage of verbal defilement
from the audience.
Ever attentive, it was about then that Jeremy reached under Shooter,
felt his fuck-root and said, 'Doggy-lover's cock is starting to
throb real hard. He's almost ready to blow. Crawl off his dick -
slow - I don't want you tearing up the insides of your ass-hole, as
disgusting as you are, low-life.'
'Yes, sir,' Wendy humbly moaned, doing as told.
'Turn around, pup. Stick your pretty face under this boy and jerk
his rape-slime off on it,' Jeremy next ordered.
'Yes, sir,' the kennel-harlot replied.
Within a second, her lovely hound-mug (face) was under Shooter's
hindquarters, her pumping hand wrapped around his rod. A second or
two later, Wendy gasped, 'A-h-h-h!' - as her rape-lover shot a big
load on her kisser.
Jeremy then grabbed her hair, turning her toward the audience and
intoning, 'There. No greater love hath a rapist for his victim than
to cum on her bitch-face, boys.'
Once again, he next employed her tresses in pulling the scrunt over
in the middle of the stage, telling her to roll on her back before
he turned toward the audience: 'There's too many of you guys to bang
or rape this piece of beast-meat even one time apiece. So, I want
you to inflict the tortorous frustration upon this stinker of only
jacking-off and urinating on her as many times as you can. Turn her
body into an external toilet until she's like a slut-fish swimming
upstream in piss and scum, gentlemen'...
... 'but set your gentlemenly manners aside by showing her
absolutely no respect,' I added.
'Not as if we do!' a man in the audience snorted.
'Yeah, but this is the shits! I want to rape the dirt-bag,' said
another one.
'Me, too. But Jeremy's right,' replied a blond, naked, late-twenties
hunk sitting in the front row. 'Come on, guys,' - and within seconds
the entire audience was onstage, only to be joined by at least
twenty-three of the theater's male performers - in other words,
close to one-hundred and seventy-five dicks ready to soil the
maritally faithless tramp!
In groups of something like twelve guys for each round, we circled
Wendy and started masturbating. I won't even go there about the
foulest of verbal abuse we heaped on her as we launched into a
massive bukkake-orgy of besmirchment.
Incredibly, Wendy was more aroused than ever, moaning, panting,
groaning, squealing and playing with her filthy self between the
legs - to the point that Jeremy ordered her to stop two times. That
was utterly hopeless and he gave up after that.
And it's impossible to judge how much piss we dumped on her.
Including me, though, most of the guys scummed her up two times
apiece, a fewer three times - and the fool-assed sow was a
delightfully disgusting mess of jizzy piss by the time we guys were
completely drained around 1 a. m.!
Jeremy took the clamps off her; I thanked everyone for lowering the
slut 'below her ass', then collected Shooter and ordered the scum-
bag out to my car.
Wendy was so totally mucky, that - in accordance with one of my
favorite forms of humbling - I opened and commanded the twat-hog to
climb into my car trunk. I closed it to a crack of a few inches with
a rubber tie-down and took the fuck-rag out to a breeding stable of
three stallions owned by my white friend, Manny.
And talking about a masochostic, torment-needy whore! - with the
stallions torturing the screaming cunt-turd by raping her in the
cunt and dung-pussy while pulling out to cum all over her until she
was an even bigger mess than ever!
Wendy was completely exhausted, though Manny brought the stable
proceedings to an end with rape up her tail.
Back out into the car trunk the slag then crawled, and I drove her
to her house.
I didn't notice Shooter following when I escorted Wendy to the door
while she carried her clothes. But she'd hardly walked up her front
steps when he brought her to hands and knees, raped her in the
cunny, withdrew and pissed on her!
'O-o-o-o-o-h!' she squealed, not believing that.
'Maybe you can clean up by wallowing around in the grass, pig!' I
laughed, then led her four-legged violator to the car and drove away
without a glance back at her.
What a scrumptiously disgusting, gloriously vile and awesome gutter-
hog Wendy is!... though stay tuned; there'll be more about the sexy
dumb-cunt at another time.
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