Chapter 3 - 3

Now she was really afraid, and the tears began to gather in her eyes. I fetched her a resounding slap across the face, then another with the back of my hand, and watched as the first crystal tear rolled down her plump cheek. In an instant my trousers were on the floor, and I pushed my hard cock into her mouth. My left hand was still holding her hair, and with my right I took a grip under her chin so that my thumb and fingers were squeezing her pink cheeks. Now, I'm a largish guy, and my cock was less than half-way inside her mouth when I felt the back of her throat against its tip. I pushed her chin up and said "Open up, little piggy." Her wide eyes blinked and another big, round tear rolled out of each, then her quivering body shook with a little sob and I forced myself a little further past her tonsils.

"Come on, Pig Bitch. I'm going to put my balls on your chin, and I don't care if it takes all day - but you don't get to breathe until you've taken it all, whore." And I pinched her nose shut with my left hand, as I pushed my cock deeper down her throat. "Still another couple of inches to go, fatty", I said, slapping her face with my right hand, and she let out another little gagging, sobbing noise, her chubby face reddening by the second. I gave one last shove and finally my balls rested on her chin, the whole length of my fat cock throbbing inside her throat. I kept it there for perhaps five seconds, until her face was deep crimson and her eyes were screaming, then released her nose and pulled out of her mouth. I let the whore gag and splutter briefly, then grabbed her hair and neck again and thrust myself back through her lips, all the way down. I ***ed her face savagely for a few minutes until I thought I was going to come, then pulled myself back from the brink. That would have been far too fast - I had hours of entertainment planned for this suffering little sow. She knelt spluttering pitifully before me, and I threw her backwards so that she sprawled spreadeagled on the floor, pulled off her clothes (such as they were), then put my foot on her plump stomach, applying a little weight so that she squirmed and gasped for breath.

A timid knock came on the door; that must be the little pimp back with the food. I took my foot off the fat bitch's belly and gave her another slap around the face. "Stay where you are, fatty". I walked to the door and opened it a few inches, just enough for the pimp to poke his greasy nose in, his eyes straining to see the state of his prize pig. I kept him out. "The bureks?"

He handed me a large paper bag, stained dark brown with the oil from the greasy food. He started to say something, but I cut him off with a curt "Thank you" and a face-full of door. I turned back to the plump girl quivering on the floor.

"You obviously like to eat, Pig Bitch. I can see that from your fat belly. Well, I've got a treat for you."
I reached into the bag and dropped one of the pastries close to her head. It was large and square, the layers of rich pastry oozing meat and cheese, and leaving a film of grease where it slid across the floorboards.

"Eat it, Pig Bitch".

She did not respond, so I prodded her hard in the stomach with my foot.

"Come on, fat girl. Eat it off the floor like the fat ***ing pig you are." I prodded harder, my toes digging deep into her soft midriff, and she let out a little squeak of pain. Slowly, she raised herself onto all fours and reached out her hand for the burek.

"No, piggy, you'll eat it from the floor."

I grabbed the back of her head and forced her face towards the food. "Eat, Pig Bitch".

Again she hesitated, so I pushed her nose and mouth right into the greasy pastry. Her head pushed back for a split second, then she opened her mouth and took a bite.

"That's it, you pig whore. Eat it up. I can tell you want to, fatty."

She took bite after bite until the pastry was gone, then I made her lick the remnants of cheese off the floorboards. Her fat pink stomach hung heavy below her, swinging slightly as she licked up the last of the food. Her mouth, cheeks and chin were covered with grease, cheese, and fragments of pastry.