The Invasion of VivianâsâŚHome
A home invasion by an opportunistic sadist and slaver named, HankâŚ
âCome on ya ugly old cowâŚYour three days of vacationing in the basement are up. Time to crawl your ugly boney ass up the stairs and start earning your keep!â
Hankâs laughing voice echoed around the basement of Vivianâs isolated country home. She could only whimper and take his abuse since she was still vertically hogtied to a post in her basement.
Hank put away the screwdriver he had just used to tighten the makeshift pipe clamp collar he had just sealed around Vivianâs sore neck.
âNot a fancy pretty collar, but they definitely do the job. Hardware store restraints are the best bang for the buck, donât ya think?â
He tugged on the leash he had attached to the collar and jerked her head up. Vivianâs face, splattered with the sticky drying semen of his last ejaculation, looked up at him mournfully. She then glanced away, fear and humiliation written all over her face.
Her silence was suddenly broken by her agony filled scream. For Hank had taken his belt off his jeans and proceeded to snap it across her grotesquely rope choked tits. All the while yanking up her new leash.
âTrying to ignore me, cunt! Well ignore this!â
After about a half dozen hard cracks of the belt, making her nipples throb with excruciating pain, Hank snapped the belt one more time, up between her trembling legs. He let go of the leash and then asked,
âShould I untie you from this post now, bitch? Should I allow you the honor of crawling up that stairs so you can begin your time as my cock loving slave and my dutiful servant?â
Vivian moaned and nodded her head, her begging voice raw and dry as she pleaded, âYesâŚYes SirâŚPlease untie meâŚI will do whatever you wantâŚJust please let me out of thisâŚPleassse.â
She hung her head and sobbed as Hank stepped behind her and with some serious grunting and then plain old cutting, he finally freed the untieable knots keeping Vivian vertically hogtied to the steel pole.
She fell forward onto the cold filthy basement floor, landing painfully on her protruding rope ensnared breasts. She was sobbing as she brought her weak and sore arms up to her face for the first time in three long days.
Her legs were outstretched, finally, after her ankles were freed from being savagely tied up to her wrists for that entire miserable time. Everything in Vivianâs body ached, but she had no time to rest as Hank gripped the back of her head and yanked her hair up.
âOne last thing before I let you crawl up out this dreary place. You need your cuffs put on. Think of them as the useful jewelry youâll be wearing for the rest of the fun time that we hang out together.â
Vivian groaned as Hank forced out each of her limbs. Gripping her wrists and then ankles to encircle each one in some seriously strong steel rings. They sealed and locked around her rope marked flesh and she whimpered as he tested out the short length of chain running between her ankle cuffs.
âCanât have my wrinkled old slave hag freely running off now, can we?â
Her wrists cuffs, thank god, he hadnât chained up in any way. But as Vivian lay there staring at them, she knew that wouldnât always be the case. Then she yelped and sobbed as Hankâs boot kicked into the side of her chest.
âNo time for laying around and relaxing, you old bag! Time to drag your boney ass upstairs and serve me some grubâŚNow hurry up, or this belt is gonna leave some permanent marks!â
He started to laugh and swing the belt freely across Vivianâs exposed ass. She tried to rise up on all fours and then even stagger up on to her feet, as he kept swinging the belt back and forth across her buttocks.
Her attempt to get to her feet met with Hank grabbing what was left of her nightgown and wrenching it off her as she weakly tried to cover her exposed sex. The sole of his boot then slammed into her hip as he barked.
âStay on your fuckin knees, old womanâŚwhere you belong. Remember, I said crawl your way up the stairs.â
Vivian knelt there looking up at him and nodding. She sobbed a few times and then with an extremely meek âYes Sir.â She proceeded to walk on her hands and knees to the stairs. She had gotten up just the first few steps with her knees, her hands on the dirty steps above her, when she felt his strong hands grasp her hips.
âWell, isnât this a fortuitous position. You trying to crawl up the stairs has put your old skanky cunt right in the best position possible.â He growled as he butted up against her and leaned over her.
She could feel his once again, solidly erect cock, free of his jean, running up and down the valley of her ass. The tip of his dick then found her snug unused slit and she shuddered as he pressed the first inch of engorged head in.
Vivian moaned and then meekly whimpered in disbelief, âYou need to do that again? You justâŚjust came in my mouth?â
Hankâs hand gripped the back of her head his other hand digging painfully into her waist, âYouâre gonna learn, slave,â he said emphasizing the âSâ word, âthat I need to cum many times a dayâŚI need to fuck a captive slutâs pussy, drill a slaveâs ass, or plug some whoreâs mouth, many times a day. And youâre itâŚYouâre my enslaved joy holes⌠for the next long while!â
Then Vivian shrieked as his cock plunged into her stinging dry slit to its full diabolical full length. Her mouth stuck open in a shocked frozen scream as Hank pounded into, every inch of his cock buried into cunt from behind, right there on the steps leading out of the basement.
Vivian stood on her shaking legs in the kitchen, allowed to only because Hank had violently smacked her across the face and then told her,
âOkay, you lazy old whore, you can stand up to make your new master some dinner. But when I snap my fingersâŚwhat do you do?â
Vivian, with eyes downcast and her shoulders shuddering, told him correctly, âI get back down on my kneesâŚSir.â
Her quick thinking at adding the âSirâ made Hank raise an approving eyebrow and not whip her with his belt.
He placed the belt on the kitchen table and then pointed at the fridge and stove. âGo ahead, ya old cunt, show me you have more use than just for fucking, and make me something to eat. And it better be goodâŚCause if it ainât?â
Vivian looked up at Hank with a bit of terror on her face. Her eyes questioning what might happen. A look that made Hank grin and continue,
âBecause if it ainât, then just like a dumb big breasted MILF I kept for a few months last year. The only food youâll be getting comes from a toiletâŚafter I have sat on it.â
The look of repulsion and horror on the old womanâs face made Hank laugh out loud. He waved his hand at the kitchen counter.
âNow go on woman, Â make your Lord and Master something tasty. At your ripe old age, you should know how to fuckin cook a good meal for a man!â
He watched with amusement as she gingerly walked around, hobbled by the set of ankle chains he had put on her. She prepared and cooked him a huge meal, which he ate most of in relative silence. Vivian just knelt, cowering in the far corner of the kitchen.
The meal, it turned out, was better than he had expected, and he uncharacteristically let her know.
âYouâre a damn fine cook, you know thatâŚUmâŚhell, bitch, I havenât even asked your name. What the fuck is your name, besides, old skank, dumb cunt or stupid old bitch?â he laughed out loudly at her.
âMy name is VivianâŚSirâŚVivian SmâŚâ she almost whispered. The announcement of her last name, cut off by his snapping fingers and booming voice.
âShut it, whore! I donât need to know your pathetic life story. Now get over here where you belong. At my feet. Time for you to eat too.â
Vivian crawled over to his feet, on her hands and knees. Her face staring down at the floor the entire way, and also catching glimpses of her swaying rounded, rope choked tits. Her chest was in a constant state of discomfort, as was most of her other limbs and private parts. His abuse of her having not let up except for the rare times he was asleep.
She was trying to hold back the whimpers because she believed his âTime to eat tooâ comment could mean only one thing. It was time to degradingly suck his revolting cock, again. In fact, she hadnât had any solid food in days. Nothing but his cum and piss had passed her lips and entered her stomach.
When she crawled up to his feet, she was startled to see him swing his plate, full of dinner scraps near her face. The smell of the food had her mouth watering and her starving stomach grumbling loudly.
âOne sec there, Vivian.â He said her name smugly as he swung the plate back up high out of her vision.
âI think any food for you needs a little extra seasoning. The proper kind of seasoning for a cock starved old whore like you.â
Vivian didnât look up but as she knelt there, her hands still on the floor and her naked body shivering. She could hear his pants fly unzip and then the telltale signs of him jerking off.
Suddenly the plate appeared back in front of her face. The scraps of food he had left her were heavily splattered in white oozy semen. He gave one of her knotted up tits a kick and commanded,
âEat it all up, granny whore! Or else!â
Vivian went to reach for the plate, wondering how best to get her mouth into the food. Something she didnât have to think about after she heard his shout,
âHands behind your back, Granny⌠And face in the food⌠Be a good animal and show your new Master how well you can be his dog!â
She demeaning-ly did as he commanded, keeping her hands behind back. Praying to god he didnât lock the cuffs together, she put her face into the plate and began to trying to eat.
Her prayers though werenât answered, as she felt his strong grip on her wrists and a lock clicked into place between her cuffs. âEat up Granny. Get that cum hole into your dinner and lap up all that good foodâŚand jism.â
Doing her best not to think about what she was eating she lapped up all the food and his âsemen seasoningâ. Finally with plate licked clean, she looked up at him just in time to see him lighting one of his vile cigarettes.
Hankâs face shone with sadistic mischief as he smiled down at a whimpering head shaking Vivian. He took a long drag on the cigarette and then began to lower his hand to her body. His other hand fisted her hair, holding her in place at his feet.
Then his voice came out gravelly and aroused as he drawled,
âNothing like a good cigarette after dinnerâŚAnd maybe an old whore screaming too. Letâs see how much screaming you can doâŚVivianâŚLetâs see how much your ugly old tits enjoy the red hot glow of a cigaretteâŚafter dinner!â
It had been hours since her degrading and painful dinner time. His mocking emotional abuse and intermittent physical abuse was still ongoing. The TV was blasting away, just out of her view and off to her side.
Vivian shivered as his feet shifted, his heavy hard heels momentarily lifted off her back. She had been on her hands and knees for so long now with his heavy feet resting on her back, she didnât know if her 67 year old body would stay up any longer.
But her reprieve from being a human foot stool or âcunt tableâ as he mockingly called her, was short lived. She flinched as he sat his heavy, and near full beer stein, in the middle of her back.
âRemember, Cunt Table, let a drop spill and you fuckin get your ugly ass belted again and maybe one of your gross old tits stuck through with a needle again too, for good measure. You understand?â he growled down at her.
Vivian nodded, âYes Masterâ she replied with a raspy voice.
Her reply was obedient and rapid, just the way he expected. He had basically tortured her into knowing how to respond and she was now appearing to be utterly trained to answer any of his commands or rare questions with a dutiful, Yes Master or Yes Sir. This made Hank very happy.
Vivian bit her lip and then quietly chastised herself as her body shook from her nodding. The beer mug shook, and she winced as she tried to still her naked torso. Her trembling tired arms though, were threatening that attempt.
She felt his heavy boots plunk back down on the base of her spine right above her ass and then she heard him chuckle.
âYou really do make a damn fine foot rest and beer table, you old saggy tit hag. Donât you feel proud to be finding such valuable use so late in life?â
He flicked thru the channels on her TV with the remote. She could hear him crunching away on the chips he had found in her pantry. Suddenly she shrieked as she felt the lash of his damn belt crack across the corner of her ass closest to the couch.
âYou fuckin didnât answer me, you dumb ignorant hagâŚAre ya proud some man is putting your ancient, wrinkled, bony ass and cunt, to some valuable cock stuffing use?!â
He was laughing loudly now, over the volume of the TV which had grown ever increasingly loud. He expertly flicked the belt out at her, from his seat on the couch. Snapping the end of it against her already reddened and whip scared left buttock as he barely moved a muscle off the couch.
âYes..Yes SirâŚI am proud to be put to use.â She sobbed as her elbows and hands began to visibly shake.
Her grotesquely bound tits, sadistically peppered with the after dinner cigarette burns, were now swaying underneath her quaking body. Her dangling left breast suddenly getting the full sordid attention of his left foot which he had taken off her back.
He kicked out at the taut ball of flesh dangling from her wrinkled and age spotted naked body. He kept kicking at it, chuckling every time he made her tit painfully swing back and forth with the hard toe of his boot.
âLook at the tied up titty swing.â He snorted,
âYou know Granny cunt, when I first sighted those sagging old tits of yours, I knew we could have some fun with them. It just took a lot of rope to get them to look like tits again and not saggy old cow udders.â
He kicked her left tit with some force this time. Her gasping sobs and shaking arms telling him that he was definitely making the old woman, degradingly suffer and about to break.
He started to uncontrollably laugh at both the sight of her swaying distended tit and the fact that he was finding the degradation of a 67 year old naked woman arousing.
His laughter finally stopped after he cruelly toed her hard, straight up into the center of her bound breast. After he pain filled howl, her tears were dripping off her face as he chomped hard on a few more chips and then he ordered.
âHmm enough chips for me. Now hand me the chip clip, dumbass! I wanna keep these fresh! Donât want them goin stale like your mummified pussy!â
The chip clip was of course in a very useful place, from Hankâs perverted point of view. It was currently pinched around Vivianâs right nipple. Like how it got there, Vivian had to perform this sick command herself.
Except now she had the added worry of her arms collapsing underneath her and spilling his beer. She reached back under her sagging chest with her left arm, praying to god her right arm held her up.
She grabbed and pulled at the chip clip so fast, it didnât have time to fully open up as she wrenched it away from her crushed and flattened nipple. She made a loud pain filled shriek as the clip snapped off her tit. Her sobs returning as she found the strength to somehow hold this chip clip up to him.
Hank took the clip and put it on the chip bag. He smirked as he told a visibly quaking Vivian, âAnd now we know another great use for your stretched out old funbags, chip clip holder. Though I still enjoy using them for this.â
His foot then lifted and brutally kicked again at her left dangling breast. âWOOHEE! Makin old ugly titties sway⌠is so much fun!â
She was sobbing profusely by the time his foot had stopped making her tit swing like a pendulum. Her tormented tit throbbed, but to her horror his boot was now placed directly over her left hand. Â It looked like at any minute it would crush her fingers if he moved it.
Vivian was visibly shivering and hoping like crazy he didnât step on her spindly fingers, for surely that would cause her back to collapse and his beer to spill. She dared to glance up at him. He wasnât even looking at her though. His hand was pointed straight out, and he was thumbing the remote.
The sounds of the Criminal Minds intro flooded the room, and Vivian heard Hank state, âFuckin love this show, especially when their mean to pretty bitches. Though itâs totally unreal. Fuck, if there were actually dudes this smart in the FBI, or whatever, I would have been caught long ago.â
He leaned forward, moving his boot off her hand. Her split second of relief gone as he reached out and smacked her ass hard. He was chuckling as he added, âAnd good thing for usâŚOr you wouldnât be in this fun situation, enjoying my company, huh Vivian?â
She shuddered and nodded her head slightly. Then he took his other foot off her back and to Vivianâs relief again, he lifted his beer mug off her shivering back too.
Though the coolness of the beer mug returned to the middle of her back after he had taken a good long sip. Then Vivian heard the crinkling of the chip bag as he reopened the bag. She chanced a glance out of the corner of her eye, and she audibly moaned as he grinned down at her, and he offered her the chip clip.
âTime to be of some use, whore.â He said as he offered out the chip clip.
Vivian took it with a shaking hand. Her whole body trembling from exhaustion and fear. She tried to open the clip wide with her weakening hand, to place it back on one of her nipples like he would demand.
And as her quaking hand moved to clip her own left nipple, she heard his voice grumble with sadistic intent,
âNoâŚnot there GrannyâŚThis time, clip it to your clitâŚYou know that ugly old hunk of flesh between your wrinkled up thighs, thatâs probably equally shriveled up from lack of use.â
His hand came to slide over her boney left butt cheek, his fingers then slid around and into the crevasse that was her pussy. One even penetrated her dry slit as he growled again, âCome on ya skanky old bitty! Clip your own clitâŚDo it!âŚDonât piss me off!â
Vivian brought the domestic little device down in between her trembling legs. Her hands were violently shaking as she placed the spread chip clip over where she guessed her clit would be and then she released the clip.
It didnât make a plastic snapping noise. It couldnât, because she had blindly and perfectly found her own clitoris with the chip bag sealing tool. But she did scream, she did wail and she did collapse onto the floor sobbing out, âIt hurtsâŚit hurtsâŚpleassss Gawd.. it hurts.â
And when she opened her eyes, her breathing heavy and panting from the pain between her legs, some of that pain was forgotten as she looked up at furious looking Hank.
âBitch!!! You spilled my beer.â He roared as she felt the cool golden liquid running all over back and she noticed the beer stein roll a bit under the couch.
Then she looked back up, a scream stuck in her throat as she saw the belt thrashing down at her in the air. And Hankâs roaring voice yelling down at her flailing about body and writhing limbs,
âYOU USELESS OLD HAGâŚI AM GONNA WHIP YOUR UGLY ASS AND GROSS OLD TITS TILL THEY BLEEDâŚYOU NEVER, EVER SPILL YOUR MASTERS BEER!â
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