Chapter 5 - 5

Standing up, I spanked her ass then took her once again by the throat and hair, and lifted her. It was a joy to see those plump pink tits shake as she scrabbled to her feet, then I threw her towards the elaborate four-poster bed. She staggered and wobbled, then tripped over her feet and crashed against one of the posts, falling splayed on her back across the bottom of the bed. I surveyed my work so far. The blonde hair, carefully combed and preened when I arrived, was now sweaty and hung half across her face. Her plump cheeks were flushed scarlet and stained with mascara by her pathetic tears, the heavy-lashed eyes wet and half-closed. Her arms rested limply where they had fallen, and her round breasts heaved with her heavy breathing, still quivering with the occasional juddering sob. Her tubby belly still looked soft and malleable, but now jutted out further in front of her, shining with sweat and jiggling along with her tits. Her thighs were splayed open and her feet were on the floor, spread wide. As I watched, her ass slid off the bottom of the bed so that she half-knelt, half-lay against it.

"Just look at yourself, Pig Bitch. You look like a ***ing mess. What a fat hog."

Her head stirred and she opened her eyes to look helplessly up at me. The blue eyes looked like they were pleading me to let her rest.

Fat chance.

I lifted her back onto the bed, then used her discarded underwear to tie her wrists to the posts, so that she hung limply in a sitting position. Her round stomach now sat fatly against the tops of her thighs. I lifted its weight with my hand, then let it drop, savouring the slapping sound as flesh struck flesh.
"I think there's still some space left in that fat gut, no?"

She looked at me pleadingly again. This time I let the fat slut speak. "Please... I am full. I cannot. Please no more burek."

"What's full, Pig Bitch?"

"My fatgut... my fatgut ees full."

I poked her belly and she winced. "Please," she said again, in a very small voice.

I took her face in my hand, squeezing her cheeks so that her wet red lips pouted. "You don't seem to understand, you ***ing stupid fat pig. You only stop eating when I say you've had enough."

I reached down and opened up the paper bag. There were two bureks left. I took one and pushed it into her chubby face.

"Open your mouth, Pig Bitch."

Her jaw stayed clamped shut, so I pinched her nose shut with the hand holding the pastry. With the other I slapped her tits hard, so that they bounced and she made a muffled noise of pain. I hit the slut again, harder this time, keeping her nostrils closed. After a moment she opened her mouth for a gasp of air, and I forced the food inside, keeping her nose pinched shut with the other hand.

"Eat it, pig."

Her eyes rolling wildly, she took a bite. I held her jaw closed so that she couldn't spit it out, and she had no choice but to chew and swallow. I couldn't help laughing again as I watched the desperate tears start to roll down her plump cheeks once more. "Why are you crying, fat girl? I thought you liked to eat!" I force-fed her the rest of the pastry in the same way. She struggled a little, but she was weak with exertion, and soon I had made her swallow the last of it.