Chapter 3 - part 3

"Well now. A feisty one, for sure. Hairy pussy and armpits, beautiful udders, a big belly and thighs, she should be a natural *** with a little training!"
Asha began to shake with fear, she had never been naked in front of a man before, and the terrible feeling of helplessness and vulnerability had her on the verge of passing out with shame and humiliation as the men prodded and commented on her body as if she was a piece of meat or an animal.
"Now, Slut," a man said as he produced another length of strap, and began to tie it just above her knee. "we're going to have a little bit of fun with you, and then if you're well behaved and lucky, you're going to suck each one of us off as a practice. If you you're not well behaved, or if you're unlucky, we'll, let's hope you are, hey? Nod if you understand me."
The man looped the strap under the table, attached it above her other knee, and pulled, causing her knees to be pulled outwards towards the edge of the table, separating her thighs and exposing her sex even more clearly. Bending over her he rested a finger at the base of her hairy vulva, separating her lips with another finger, then running his first slowly up her cleft, dividing her dark and full labia and exposing a part of her that, shocked as she was, Asha realized even she had never looked at closely.
"I didn't see you nod." The man said calmly, as he reached the top of Asha's vulva, resting his finger on the hood of her large clitoral hood. The shock of this new sensation caused her to jump, her whole body tensing at the sense of violation and shame as he looked into her eyes, then at her large breasts, spread wide on her chest, their dark nipples framed by the soft flesh.
"P-please!" She blurted out after a gasping intake of breath as the hand was suddenly removed from her mouth. "Please let me go!"
"I see." The man said. "Now understand. You're a stupid fat slut who doesn't even know how to suck cock. It's my job to fix that. Now there are two ways to do it, an easy way, and a hard way. You get to decide which one you'd like. Peter, bring me a beer bong, a quart of thick cream, a hollow cock gag and a roll of duck tape."
"Right away." Smiled the man who she presumed was Peter. In the moments while he is gone the man with his finger in her *** continued to cause her to squirm in discomfort and disgust as he played with her labia, running his fingers up and down her pussy as she wriggled, desperately and hopelessly trying to avoid his touch.
Peter reappeared with an armful of supplies, and, nodding to another man, approached her as the man took her head in his large hands, holding it still. Peter parted Asha's shocked jaws, pushing a thick, hollow rubber cock into her mouth, while securing it with straps behind her head. The penis sat deep in her mouth, forcing her jaws open, causing her to gag reflexively, and the flexible rubber base effectively sealed it into her mouth. The first man attached the wide rubber tube of the beer bong to the cock gag, wrapped the join with duck tape, then held the funnel above her head. Peter opened the cap on the large plastic bottle of what she assumed was heavy cream, and began to pour it into the funnel as the man who had held her head roughly pinched her nose closed.
Suddenly she felt her mouth fill with the rich taste of cream, and her brain began to try desperately to fill her lungs. She panicked, beginning to gulp down the fatty fluid, mouthful after mouthful until suddenly her sucking was rewarded with air! She breathed deeply, panic subsiding as her chest rose and fell, her suffocation over.
"Every time I don't hear what I want to hear from you young lady, you'll get a pint of cream. That may not sound like much of a punishment to a fat *** like you, but that's 1600 calories in each pint. The fact that we're feeding up your fat piggy body shouldn't worry you though, what you should worry about is how hard it is to drink the fourth and subsequent pints. At some point your stomach might not be able to expand fast enough before you suffocate, so think carefully about whether you want to disappoint me.
Peter grasped her breasts, one each each hand, and began to roughy massage them, moving the large mounds of soft tissue with the palms of his hands while manipulating the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped is shock, again squirming and wriggling to avoid the violation of the unwanted touch. "Asha." He said. "Do you like your udders?"
Asha is stunned by the question, genuinely unable to comprehend what she had been asked.
"I'll give you one more chance Asha. I asked you whether you like your udders. Do they give you pride and pleasure?"
Mumbling desperately into the cock gag she started to ramble, half incoherently. "I-I - they're too big, I - I don't know, I don't like to show them to people, I'm embarrassed by how big they are - I c-can't, I can't run, they make my back hurt. I'm sorry - please, please don't hurt me!"
"Good Asha, that's a good start." Soothed Peter. "Now, your pussy. Tell me about it. Tell me about how you touch yourself, and how it feels right now with Steve's fingers in it." Steve continued to stroke and separate Asha's intimate lips, noticing the crenelations of the girl's lips, dark and full even when they were unaroused, and covered in a thick mat of black hair. He stroked her thighs, noticing the fuzz of hair that covered the inner thighs of the restrained prisoner.