Revolting Reward
Tiny Way to Die
chapter 31
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
Daphne starts stripping fast as your left up her ass, crushed by slimy, revolting rectal walls as your head goes fuzzy from either the lack of air or the sheer horror of this settling in. Her ass has swallowed you. Your feet are sticking out of her asshole, but they can fit in as well if she wants to get you in. You didn’t think Daphne could fit you up her ass, not at 18 inches but like so much else you underestimated your mistress’s capacity for depravity. A crazy thought enters your head and won’t leave; maybe this is how she’ll digest you. She already sucked you this far up her ass, maybe she’ll keep on swallowing you, taking you to her stomach the long way up her intestines. You giggle, some broken part of you cracking further at such an absurd and disgusting idea. There was no way that could happen, but you never thought any of this could happen. You never thought you’d willingly go up Daphne’s ass but here you were, trapped inside her rectum up to your ankles. Giggling more, everything no longer makes sense and if you were thinking clearer, you’d see something was very wrong with your head, but you were too far gone. As the disgusting woman’s anal walls crush you, your mind descends further into a madness you might never escape from.
Before you completely snap, sausage-like fingers grab your ankles and pull. You come out of the rectum with a disgusting squishing noises, dangling upside down from Daphne’s hand as she bends over. You hang there, shocked, confused, and happy. Daphne saved you, she really saved you. Something swells inside of you, a feeling of gratitude towards your tormentor for saving you from the very Hell she inflicted. You nearly start crying until you find yourself swung around dangling before a panting, red-faced Daphne. Her sickening smile makes you almost smile, your mixed feelings leaving you so uncertain what to feel right now. Daphne’s cruel laughter hits you then.
“I knew you were a little disgusting pervert, but to crawl up my ass to hide from the pigs. You are one pathetic little shit; you must really love eating my nasty farts and drinking my ass sweat. Is that it, my little bitch, do you fucking love it!” Daphne says, tongue out rubbing over her bloated lips as she gets excited. Having you up her ass was amazing, she wanted you up there right now but seeing you now, after having you willingly feeding her slutty asshole and telling you what an incredibly pathetic piece of garbage you were was too much to miss out on. Besides, she still needed to give you your reward.
“Yes, mistress, I love serving you.” It’s a lie, you know it’s a lie. Every moment with Daphne is a nightmare of disgusting smells, tastes, and sights with pain and humiliation at every turn worse than the next. Still, after what just happened, after you instinctively went into the place you fear and loath with every fiber of your being to avoid being possibly saved, what was the lie?
“Of course, you do. You’re a tiny pervert. You’re going to be my new butt plug from now on. Every day from now on your going up my ass until I decide to eat you. You’ll beg to go up my ass, you’ll cry and plead on your knees to live in my disgusting, filthy shit hole because that’s where you belong.” As Daphne tells you as she drops down onto the couch, placing you on her lap, uncaring that you're filthy. You’ve been up her ass, but she’d still eat you alive right now if she could. Daphne had picked day old scraps of food from her fat folds and stuffed them into her greedy mouth, hygiene was never her concern.
“Whatever you want, mistress,” you tell her, and she shudders, your submission better than crack for the fat bitch. One hand plunges under her belly to start toying with her cunt. You can hear her fingers pumping into the wet slit, getting her started. You’re a little surprised she isn’t using you to get off, but she must have another use for you. Daphne never leaves you in peace when she’s horny.
“You’re the best fucking toy I’ve ever had. More loyal than any guy or slut I’ve dated, better in the sack, tough enough to take it, so hot to tease and torment. Why couldn’t I have met you years ago, I would have fucking made you my man,” Daphne pants loudly and you listen, shocked by what you hear, shocked by the almost nice things she says. It’s still dehumanizing, you’re still her toy and she enjoys hurting you, but compared to her usual insults and taunts what Daphne said is practically a declaration of love for you.
“Come here you, stupid slut,” Daphne barks before shoving several fingers into her mouth and getting them wet. Her saliva drenched, chubby fingers reach towards you, specifically your crotch. You freeze in shock as she takes your member in her dripping, soft fingers and starts rubbing it. The pad of her fingers covers most of your cock, stroking it up and down at a slow and steady pace. At first, you are too disturbed to react, the fact that Daphne is playing with your cock leaves you feeling a new sense of violation you didn’t think was possible. Quickly, the pleasure hits you, as disgusting as your very existence as become, her fingers are warm and wet around your cock. You get hard and before you know it, you’re humping her fingers. You only stop when the fingers pull away.
“I knew you were holding back, you sick, perverted loser. Go on, finish up on my stomach,” Daphne says in a deep, lustful voice as she slams you into her dome-like gut, your puny body sinking into the flab. Your hardened cock sinking into one of her fat folds, the sweat and grease lubricating your aching prick. You feel sick. You can’t do this, you aren’t going to do it, but you’ve been ordered to. Cursing Daphne, but cursing your body even more for reacting to her, you start pumping, your shrunken cock pounding into the fat fold like it’s the world’s most revolting pussy. Your entire body impacts her stomach, making it ripple as you flop against it. Above you, moans and gasps grow in volume as Daphne starts masturbating faster, aroused by your actions. She’s found a brand-new way to make you suffer, to degrade you even further, and remind you how your nothing but her toy. You were getting off to the woman who had enslaved and tortured you daily for over a month. If there was more of a power-play she could pull, you couldn’t think of it.
Humping and grinding into her massive, revolting belly, you haven’t felt this good in a month. You scream in your head to stop, to not do this act of depravity that is within your control, but you can’t help it. You bury your face into the belly fat bellow Daphne’s breast, screaming into it as you feel yourself nearing the edge. Your orgasm and for a second everything is good, then it hits you what you’ve done. Pulling back, you look down and see your tiny seed trickling out from one of the disgusting fat holds on the belly. Your heart freezes in horror at what you’ve done even as Daphne screams in release. She cums much harder than you, leaving a new stain on her couch you’ll no doubt be rubbed into as she sits on you. She flops back, panting and smiling at one intense orgasm before bringing her wet, fat hand and lightly slapping your tiny naked body. She smears her juices into you as you lay on her thigh completely still and silent. Daphne groans, but doesn’t move, worn out for a moment from her orgasm.
“Christ, you’re more of a slut than your mom. Don’t worry about getting your spunk on my belly, I like it when my fuckboys leave a sloppy mess. I think we are going to start having some real fun now, lover.” You remain frozen, more disgusted with yourself than Daphne. You just got off on this fat, pig, this evil woman that had stuffed you up her ass and treated you like garbage for months. She’s right, you are pathetic. For so long you wondered what you did to deserve this living Hell, for the first time you’re left to wonder, maybe you deserve it?
Before you completely snap, sausage-like fingers grab your ankles and pull. You come out of the rectum with a disgusting squishing noises, dangling upside down from Daphne’s hand as she bends over. You hang there, shocked, confused, and happy. Daphne saved you, she really saved you. Something swells inside of you, a feeling of gratitude towards your tormentor for saving you from the very Hell she inflicted. You nearly start crying until you find yourself swung around dangling before a panting, red-faced Daphne. Her sickening smile makes you almost smile, your mixed feelings leaving you so uncertain what to feel right now. Daphne’s cruel laughter hits you then.
“I knew you were a little disgusting pervert, but to crawl up my ass to hide from the pigs. You are one pathetic little shit; you must really love eating my nasty farts and drinking my ass sweat. Is that it, my little bitch, do you fucking love it!” Daphne says, tongue out rubbing over her bloated lips as she gets excited. Having you up her ass was amazing, she wanted you up there right now but seeing you now, after having you willingly feeding her slutty asshole and telling you what an incredibly pathetic piece of garbage you were was too much to miss out on. Besides, she still needed to give you your reward.
“Yes, mistress, I love serving you.” It’s a lie, you know it’s a lie. Every moment with Daphne is a nightmare of disgusting smells, tastes, and sights with pain and humiliation at every turn worse than the next. Still, after what just happened, after you instinctively went into the place you fear and loath with every fiber of your being to avoid being possibly saved, what was the lie?
“Of course, you do. You’re a tiny pervert. You’re going to be my new butt plug from now on. Every day from now on your going up my ass until I decide to eat you. You’ll beg to go up my ass, you’ll cry and plead on your knees to live in my disgusting, filthy shit hole because that’s where you belong.” As Daphne tells you as she drops down onto the couch, placing you on her lap, uncaring that you're filthy. You’ve been up her ass, but she’d still eat you alive right now if she could. Daphne had picked day old scraps of food from her fat folds and stuffed them into her greedy mouth, hygiene was never her concern.
“Whatever you want, mistress,” you tell her, and she shudders, your submission better than crack for the fat bitch. One hand plunges under her belly to start toying with her cunt. You can hear her fingers pumping into the wet slit, getting her started. You’re a little surprised she isn’t using you to get off, but she must have another use for you. Daphne never leaves you in peace when she’s horny.
“You’re the best fucking toy I’ve ever had. More loyal than any guy or slut I’ve dated, better in the sack, tough enough to take it, so hot to tease and torment. Why couldn’t I have met you years ago, I would have fucking made you my man,” Daphne pants loudly and you listen, shocked by what you hear, shocked by the almost nice things she says. It’s still dehumanizing, you’re still her toy and she enjoys hurting you, but compared to her usual insults and taunts what Daphne said is practically a declaration of love for you.
“Come here you, stupid slut,” Daphne barks before shoving several fingers into her mouth and getting them wet. Her saliva drenched, chubby fingers reach towards you, specifically your crotch. You freeze in shock as she takes your member in her dripping, soft fingers and starts rubbing it. The pad of her fingers covers most of your cock, stroking it up and down at a slow and steady pace. At first, you are too disturbed to react, the fact that Daphne is playing with your cock leaves you feeling a new sense of violation you didn’t think was possible. Quickly, the pleasure hits you, as disgusting as your very existence as become, her fingers are warm and wet around your cock. You get hard and before you know it, you’re humping her fingers. You only stop when the fingers pull away.
“I knew you were holding back, you sick, perverted loser. Go on, finish up on my stomach,” Daphne says in a deep, lustful voice as she slams you into her dome-like gut, your puny body sinking into the flab. Your hardened cock sinking into one of her fat folds, the sweat and grease lubricating your aching prick. You feel sick. You can’t do this, you aren’t going to do it, but you’ve been ordered to. Cursing Daphne, but cursing your body even more for reacting to her, you start pumping, your shrunken cock pounding into the fat fold like it’s the world’s most revolting pussy. Your entire body impacts her stomach, making it ripple as you flop against it. Above you, moans and gasps grow in volume as Daphne starts masturbating faster, aroused by your actions. She’s found a brand-new way to make you suffer, to degrade you even further, and remind you how your nothing but her toy. You were getting off to the woman who had enslaved and tortured you daily for over a month. If there was more of a power-play she could pull, you couldn’t think of it.
Humping and grinding into her massive, revolting belly, you haven’t felt this good in a month. You scream in your head to stop, to not do this act of depravity that is within your control, but you can’t help it. You bury your face into the belly fat bellow Daphne’s breast, screaming into it as you feel yourself nearing the edge. Your orgasm and for a second everything is good, then it hits you what you’ve done. Pulling back, you look down and see your tiny seed trickling out from one of the disgusting fat holds on the belly. Your heart freezes in horror at what you’ve done even as Daphne screams in release. She cums much harder than you, leaving a new stain on her couch you’ll no doubt be rubbed into as she sits on you. She flops back, panting and smiling at one intense orgasm before bringing her wet, fat hand and lightly slapping your tiny naked body. She smears her juices into you as you lay on her thigh completely still and silent. Daphne groans, but doesn’t move, worn out for a moment from her orgasm.
“Christ, you’re more of a slut than your mom. Don’t worry about getting your spunk on my belly, I like it when my fuckboys leave a sloppy mess. I think we are going to start having some real fun now, lover.” You remain frozen, more disgusted with yourself than Daphne. You just got off on this fat, pig, this evil woman that had stuffed you up her ass and treated you like garbage for months. She’s right, you are pathetic. For so long you wondered what you did to deserve this living Hell, for the first time you’re left to wonder, maybe you deserve it?
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