Bad Therapy

Bad Therapy

Lila sat in her office playing a game on her phone. She brushed her graying brown hair from her face and sipped her diet coke. Her white blouse was puckered open so you could the skin and stretched tight threatening to pop the buttons over her tits, she shifted to adjust her blouse to relieve the tightness. Wyatt stared at the fat woman, imagining her big tits popping out as he pushed the broom outside her door. Lila had been working at the small treatment center for about three months and Wyatt was the facility manager/security. The big ex-cop projected a dangerous glare whenever he needed it and people generally were submissive when he was around.

Wyatt had heard the clients talk about her, her big ass and tits. She wore professional clothes but they had grown much too tight. Just then he saw her reach over and take another piece of candy and watched her lips wrap around it. He couldn't help but imagine those lips wrapped around his dick. She seemed pretty distant -professional but cold. -Every once and a while he'd catch a glimpse of somebody else but she rarely engaged in any small talk around the clinic.

The clinic was a public facility where people who needed treatment could be dropped off by cops or family and they'd get referred to another more long term facility after about a couple weeks or so of attention. They weren't supposed to be treated as prisoners at all, but some were there on a judicial order and if they failed or left the building they'd be sent to jail for a year or more -no pressure, just gotta get clean and stay clean -and keep your nose clean.

"Miss Lila, that looks sweet, can I have a piece." She looked up with a frown at him for interrupting her game and then smiled and raised a piece toward him. Wyatt walked in and around her desk as if he didn't want to reach over the desk. He stumbled suddenly over the womans purse and he almost pushed his hand into her blouse, popping the top buttons. He pulled back and acting as horribly embarrassed and as contrite as he could be. " Oh my gosh I'm so so sorry." He reached down and handed the purse to her that he'd kicked across the floor in the process.

Lila's face was bright red. She stuttered and said "I'm so sorry for leaving that there Wyatt", not realizing that he had intentionally tripped. Just then her reminder went off for her 11AM group session before she could even adjust her open blouse.

Wyatt smiled as she hurried down the hall and up the stairs to the group therapy room to see if every one was waiting.

It was quiet today. Normally there were two other therapists working but today they'd called out. One was sick, the other had car trouble that Wyatt had arranged. Lila was alone with the 6 clients and himself. She hadn't been smart enough to realize that she didn't have backup because she was counting as Wyatt as the facility security.

The men in the group watched Miss Lila hurry into the room, normally she was there early waiting for them and giving them the stink eye when they were late. Today, thanks to Wyatt's cue they were all waiting with their AA books sitting on their laps. Surprised by their punctuality Lila heaved herself into her usual chair with her back to the door and tried to catch her breath. The men watched her breasts rising and falling from the exertion of walking to the room.

"Good morning guys, hope you've had a good morning so far. I know Miss Elle is out so you had to miss your recreation session, hopefully that gave you time to go through the homework we assigned yesterday. "Let's go around and talk about what you are grateful for today and what triggers your craving for your drug of choice? Jerome can you start us off?"

She looked at Jerome, the heavy set 35 year old black man looked up from his book and stared at her. Her blouse was still ripped open at the top and you could see her cleavage and some of her bra. Laughing, Jerome said, "I am really thankful your blouse is open cause I love titties, as a matter of fact that triggers my craving for pussy which is my drug of choice."

Lila glanced down and hurriedly gathered her blouse up with her hand. "Jerome, that's really inappropriate. I'm going to have to report you and have you returned to confinement." Jerome's face darkened and he glared at her. The other men in the room were all learing at her like she was a piece of meat. She felt alone and nervous suddenly. She had left the door open and looked back to see Wyatt standing near. She relaxed a bit and called on the next man to reestablish control, Sam.

Sam smiled oddly, Lisa started to ask again. "Sam, could you..." Suddenly she felt hands and she was confused. Wyatt grabbed her blouse at the collar and jerked it down around her down to her waist exposing her bra, popping two buttons. Lila screamed "What the fuck are.." And tried to squirm away but her arms were pinned against her side.

Jerome stood up and closed the space between them looming over the short woman ahe reached down and placed both hands in her bra squeezing her large tits. She looked up at him pleadingly, he smiled. "If I'm going back to confinement, I'm having some fun." He yanked the bra up and her tits spilled onto her belly.

"Get her onto that desk" Jerome said. The other men stood up, each grabbing a leg or an arm to lift the fat woman out of the chair and carry the flailing woman to the desk. Kamil pulled down her skirt down to her knees and the men moved to grab her white panties. Her bra was yanked over her head send her tits bouncing into her face. She was topless as what was left of the the blouse was tossed to the floor. She was scared, scared that someone would hurt her, but almost as scared that someone would find out and she'd lose this job for not maintaining control. She knew Wyatt would lie about what had happened.

Lila glared at the men again and tried reason again, even as her tits heaved from her breathing. "Come on guys, stop, think about this for a minute, you don't want to go back to confinement. You've had your fun.. Really" she pleaded. She looked up and gave them half a smile/ Ask she did Wyatt snapped a picture of her just then and smiled evily at her, he had her now.

"All right now, let's let Miss Lila up, get your hands off her. Kat, give her back her bra. Now." The men knew what was up and stepped back.

Lila was relieved, she thought she was in the clear, covering her tits with one hand and reaching for her blouse. The fat five foot tall therapist tried quickly shrugging her shirt back over her breasts and starting to button it again. She was imagining that at any minute Wyatt would send the men to their rooms and call the police, instead Wyatt sent the picture of her smiling, half naked to flat screen on the wall. Lila screeched... "No you motherfucker!"

Wyatt snarled " Well Miss Lila, these boys are all worked up, they have a lot of anxiety about you sending them back to confinement. I think you should give them some treatment. I know I'm all anxious, might need some xanax or something.... How about you boys?"

"I don't need any pills, Mr. Wyatt, I need some other relief." Said Kyle

"Miss Lila, crawl over to Kyle and suck his dick."

Lila stared at the room. Her face was blank and then tears started welling up in here eyes again. "NOW! Or that picture goes to everybody in the mangement list. Soon as you suck his dick I'll let you delete the picture from my phone."

Her thoughts were racing but she saw him holding the phone and Kyle pulling out his cock. She felt like she had no choice. It was her word against Wyatt and that carefully timed photo showing her holding two cocks in her hands as she smiled would do her in professionally. Lila crawled over a few feet to Kyle and reluctantly put her mouth on the head of his long, thick dick. Kyle put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her down on it. She gagged a little. "Suck it like you want it god damn it."

Lila put her hands on the man's ass and leaned into, moving faster and faster, gagging more and more often as he grew. The man put his hand on her head, pumping slowly in and out. Her blouse was gaping open again now, her fat pink GGG tits bouncing back and forth. Her cheeks were sucked in from the vacuum as she took his dick. She was holding his balls with both hands now, trying to excite the man so this could be over. She was crying, and kept gagging. Her eyes were red and her mascara was running down her face. "Lick my balls bitch!" Kyle said. "That's a girl, now let me feel your tongue in my ass." After a few moments he pulled her back to his thick dick and started fucking the womans face, harder and faster. Out of view of Lila, a video camera was capturing the lurid scene showing the fat therapist down on her knees sucking that big black cock for all she was worth.

Lila was struggling to keep from throwing up, Kyle felt her throat retching and didn't give a fuck, in fact that made him pump harder and deeper. Lila felt his balls tighter in her hand and knew it was coming. Kyle pulled back filling her mouth and then shooting ropes of cum onto the stricken therapists face. Lila pulled back a pulled her white blouse closed again. She pulled herself up and put her hand out for Wyatt's phone. He handed it to her and she deleted the photo. Wyatt was about to have Kenny put the video to the wall to force her again but it he waited for a minute.

She sat in back her seat just staring at the men for a long time. "I know I'm not getting out of this room without doing something for each of you, I'm not stupid. Just give me a minute." She reached down and took a long drink from her bottle of water. "First off, all your phones on the table if you want this... come on, I know you've got them." Lila watched them intently, giving them her best therapist stare. The men shifted and soon the phones were all on the table where she had assaulted earlier, including Wyatts.

Lila stood up and bravely took off her blouse, the resignation on her face was palpable. She reached behind and unzipped her skirt. She shimmied out of the tight flowered skirt and it fell to the floor, she stepped out of it and pushed her white panties that had been ripped during the struggle down over her large ass and down to the floor. "Damn Miss Lila, your pussy as bare as a baby's. You keep that playground nice and smooth" Kenny said. Lila gave him a half smile and then carefully deleted the photos of her from their phones.

Lila blushed and walked to the sofa by the window. These men knew nothing about her life, her history. She looked out onto the busy street where the cars were going by. A police car slowed on the street beyond the windows but kept going. She knew the mirrored glass blocked any view of what was happening, affording privacy to their clients. She could see the men moving in behind her. The men had stripped off their clothes and circled around the sofa. They started running their hands over her, she shivered, her arms covered in goosebumps. There were big dicks, small ones, black ones, white ones, brown ones. More than the fat therapist had ever seen.

A skinny, white meth addict with a little dick was suddenly shoved in front of her. "DO JERRY FIRST.. We want him to watch the door.' The young man was clearly nervous, shaking a little, probably from meth withdrawal. Lila looked at him and gave a kind smile, " What do you need Jerry?" Jerry still had his white shorts on. He fished out his cock and stepped closer holding it up toward her. Lila leaned forward and took the cock into her mouth, he was soft at first, not very big. As he hardened he grew to about five inches. Jerry stood rigid while the others watched for a few minutes. Lila sucked it all the way in, running her tongue over the shaft and the kid came quickly. Lila swallowed and prayed the others would be as easy, After Kyle her jaw was sore.

Her co-worker Wyatt was next though, the older black man was a big, a former football coach, former cop. She wondered now after what had happened why he'd left the force and if was voluntary. He was black as coal. His cock was thick as the short woman's wrist and almost a long. She stretch her mouth around his cock and took about half of it before it hit her throat. It kept growing and getting bigger. Wyatt pulled out and knelt between her legs. "Put my cock in your pussy" he ordered. Lila took it with both hands and slid it up and down the lips of her vagina. She felt so ashamed, she was now so wet that it was dripping into the crack of her ass. She moved herself forward on the couch toward the man and put the head inside her.. Wyatt felt her cunt pulsing, "She's hot boys. This will be good." He started fucking her hard, pumping in and out. He was so damn big, Lila felt the cock hitting her cervix, her legs involuntarily wrapping around his waist. He was pumping and pumping. He was holding her giant tits and pushing them up to her mouth. "Suck them".

Lila pulled the tit to her lips and sucked the nipple. The men watched her, stroking their cocks. Lila was watching his face as he approached orgasm. His cock was harder now, hotter in her cunt now. She'd fantasized about him before, but this was something dirty, something else. "Arrrg.... here it comes bitch, all my seed." Lila felt her own orgasm building, her pussy was involuntarily clenching against the therapist assistants cock. "Shit.... GoooooaooaNooooooo" She came just as he pumped her full of jizz and kept riding against him

"Guess she's warmed up now boys, have at her." Wyatt stood up and moved out of the way. One of the men climbed onto the sofa so his cock was in front of her face while another positioned himself at he dripping gaping cunt.

Lila wrapped her mouth around the cock and started working it. It was a nice one, not too big, but smooth and pink and really hard. She worked herself down on it until she felt it at her throat. He held the back of her head and pushed in until the womans nose was grinding into his belly. She was pushing back trying to get a breath now as she felt the other man pushing into her cunt. She was older now, mid 40's and she was praying that this wasn't a fertile time of the month. She knew she could get a plan B but for some reason the idea of all that cum was actually making her hot.

The other guy,. Hakim, his cock was just getting hard as he pushed into her wet pussy. She was loose after Wyatt so he pushed her fat legs up and aimed his dick at her puckered ass. It looked like she might have 'roids, bet she would when he was done. He heard a muffled scream as he drove into her ass with his wet stiff dick. Lila was struggling for all she was worth. She'd had a cock in each hand but now her arms were grasping trying to push the man off her face so she could breath and tell the other guy to slow down but they both started pumping her in synch for all they were worth. Somebody turned on some music to cover the sound, not that anyone was there to stop them. It kept them in rhythm though which let her catch her breath. Her ass felt like it was on fire, but wet and sloppy from the big dick.

The two men were building, she knew what was coming, she couldn't help but slide a hand down to her pussy, she moved her fingers wildly over her clit until she started coming. She gushed suddenly and squirted all over the guy between her legs. The man in her throat shoved in and held there, squirting the cum into her. Hakim yelled as he came in her ass. The two held there for a minute and then pulled off to give the others a shot. Hakim looked down and saw he was covered in shit. "Bitch's ass is disgusting." He picked up her panties and wiped himself clean. "You're lucky I don't make you suck me clean."

The last two moved her into position. Jared had her sucking him on the couch and Beyo started fucking her sloppy pussy. Lila starting pushing back against him, if she was going to lose her job she figured she might as well cum. He was pounding her hard and then switch places, moving up to fuck her huge tits. Jared went down between her legs and started eating her dirty pussy. Her hand found his head and pulled him down on her. She was writhing as Beyo rode her chest and Jared ate her.

Beyo was the oldest guy, probably had been an alcoholic all his life. His erection started to go down, but he moved up and put it in her mouth. Jared started fucking her now. She felt Beyo jerking in her mouth, she suddenly realized it wasn't cum, he was leaking pee every few strokes. She tried to get it out of her mouth but he just squirted more in her hair and then pushed it back into her mouth. She realized now that he was embarrassed and didn't want anyone to see. Lila was gagging but kept swallowing, afraid what he'd do if she called him out. She felt Jared cumming inside her, the slimy cum filling her up more.

Suddenly they were all getting dressed. She looked at the clock and realized the next shift would be showing up in an hour or so. She quickly pulled her clothes on. She finished dressing and put on her jacket, she ran a brush from her purse through her hair and cleaned up up her makeup. She wiped her eye makeup. Her eye shadow was a mess so she virtually had to remove it and start over. They guys went back to their rooms. Wyatt unlocked the front door. She wondered if anyone had tried to come in. They usually had at least one admission even on a slow day.

Back in her office she opened a coke zero and rinsed her mouth, ate another piece of candy and sat back down with her phone, much as she had been three hours earlier. Wyatt walked by and tossed the shit spotted white granny panties on her desk. "You might want to take those home."

Wyatt closed the door and came over to her, he held her chin. "From now on anytime I want it, anything I tell you to do -you understand. You can't run, I'll send the video to the licensing people." Lila started to tear up a bit, she thought a moment about the thousands of dollars in student loans she owed that wouldn't get paid and unzipped his pants. She couldn't quit, she'd lose everything. She looked softly at him and said, "Do you mean now?"

Chapter Two: Midnight Shift

It had been a week since the harrowing incident in the group therapy room, and Lila had barely slept. The memory of that day clung to her like a damp shroud, heavy and suffocating. She'd gone through the motions at work, keeping her head down, avoiding Wyatt's gaze whenever possible. But his presence loomed over her, a constant reminder of the video he held over her head. She'd checked her phone obsessively, half-expecting it to leak online, but so far, he'd kept his word--at least about that.

It was Friday night, March 14, 2025, and Lila had been roped into covering an unplanned midnight shift. The regular night therapist had called out with a vague excuse, and Wyatt, ever the opportunist, had "volunteered" her for the slot. She knew better than to argue. The small treatment center was quieter at night, but the stillness only amplified her unease. The clients were mostly asleep, save for the occasional restless soul pacing the halls, and the skeleton crew consisted of just her and Wyatt--until the ambulance arrived.

Around 1 a. m., the front doors buzzed, and Lila glanced at the security feed. An ambulance had pulled up, its red lights flashing silently against the mirrored windows. Two paramedics stepped out, wheeling a stretcher with a disheveled man strapped to it. Wyatt appeared at her office door, his broad frame filling the space, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"New admission," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "Cops dropped him off at the ER, but he's ours now. You're on intake. I'll handle the paperwork."

Lila nodded stiffly, brushing her graying brown hair behind her ear. She adjusted her blouse--looser now, after last week's debacle had taught her to size up--and grabbed her clipboard. Her heart thudded as she followed Wyatt to the intake room, the paramedics already unloading their charge. The man on the stretcher was wiry, mid-30s, with wild eyes and a meth-ravaged grin. He muttered incoherently, tugging at the restraints.

"Evening, folks," one of the paramedics said, a tall, lean guy with a scruffy beard and a name tag reading Dustin. "This one's a handful. Tweaked out, combative. ER stabilized him, but he's your problem now."

The second paramedic, shorter and stockier with a buzz cut--Rico--chimed in, "Yeah, he tried to bite me on the way over. Good luck, lady."

Lila forced a tight smile, her professional mask slipping into place. "Thanks, guys. I've got it from here."

Wyatt lingered by the door, his arms crossed, watching the exchange with a glint in his eye. The paramedics unstrapped the man and handed him off to Lila, who guided him to a chair with practiced calm. He reeked of sweat and chemicals, but she'd smelled worse. As she began the intake questions, Wyatt stepped closer to the paramedics, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur.

"Rough night, huh?" Wyatt said, clapping Dustin on the shoulder. "You boys look like you could use a break before you head back out."

Dustin raised an eyebrow, glancing at Rico. "What kinda break you talkin' about?"

Wyatt's grin widened, and he jerked his head toward Lila, who was scribbling notes, oblivious to the conversation. "She's been a little tense lately. Needs some... stress relief. How about you stick around for a bit?"

Lila's pen froze mid-sentence. She'd caught the tail end of Wyatt's words, and her stomach dropped. She turned slowly, her eyes locking onto his. "Wyatt, what the hell are you--"

"Shut up, Lila," he snapped, his tone cutting through the room. "You know the deal. These boys work hard, just like us. They deserve a little appreciation."

Dustin and Rico exchanged a look, confusion shifting to curiosity. Rico scratched his jaw. "You serious, man? She's game for this?"

"She's game," Wyatt said, pulling out his phone and tapping the screen. "Ain't that right, Miss Lila? Or should I send that video to the board right now?"

Lila's face drained of color. The meth-head client giggled from his chair, oblivious to the tension. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She was trapped, just like last time. Her loans, her career, her life--all hanging by the thread of Wyatt's blackmail. She swallowed hard and stood, her legs trembling.

"Fine," she whispered, barely audible. "Just... get it over with."

Wyatt chuckled, stepping aside to let the paramedics approach. "See? She's a team player. Go on, boys."

Dustin hesitated, but Rico was already moving, his eyes raking over Lila's curvy frame. She'd swapped her tight blouse for a looser one, but her skirt still hugged her wide hips, and her graying hair framed a face flushed with shame and defiance. Rico reached out, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward the exam table in the corner of the room.

"C'mon, sweetheart," he said, his voice rough. "Let's see what you've got."

Lila stumbled, her breath hitching as Rico shoved her against the table. He yanked her skirt up, bunching it around her waist, exposing her plain white panties. Dustin joined in, less certain but caught up in the moment, unbuttoning her blouse with clumsy fingers. Her bra--new, sturdier than the last one--strained against her heavy breasts as they spilled free.

Wyatt leaned against the wall, watching with a predator's satisfaction. "Share her good, boys. She's got plenty to go around."

Rico didn't waste time. He tugged her panties down, letting them pool at her ankles, and ran his hands over her bare ass. "Damn, she's thick," he muttered, smacking her flesh hard enough to leave a red mark. Lila flinched, biting her lip to stifle a cry. She felt Dustin's hands on her chest, squeezing her tits through the bra before yanking it up, letting them bounce free.

"Fuck, look at these," Dustin said, his voice thick with lust. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers as Lila squirmed. She hated how her body betrayed her, a familiar heat pooling between her legs despite the humiliation.

Rico unzipped his uniform pants, pulling out a thick, veiny cock already hard from anticipation. He grabbed her hips and shoved himself inside her pussy with one rough thrust. Lila gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the table as he started pumping, fast and relentless. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, drowning out the meth client's incoherent babbling.

Dustin fumbled with his own pants, his erection springing free--longer than Rico's but thinner. He climbed onto the table, straddling her chest, and pressed his cock against her lips. "Open up, lady," he growled. Lila hesitated, tears prickling her eyes, but Wyatt's shadow loomed closer, and she relented. She parted her lips, letting Dustin slide into her mouth, gagging as he hit the back of her throat.

The two paramedics worked her in tandem, Rico pounding her from behind while Dustin fucked her face. Her tits bounced with each thrust, swaying heavily as she struggled to breathe around Dustin's cock. Rico's hands dug into her hips, leaving bruises, and he grunted with each stroke. "Tight for a fat chick," he panted, slapping her ass again.

Lila's mind spiraled, a mix of rage and resignation. She hated Wyatt for this, hated these men, hated herself for the slickness between her thighs that made Rico's thrusts easier. Dustin groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, pulling hard as he shoved deeper. "Suck it, bitch," he muttered, his rhythm faltering as he neared release.

Wyatt stepped forward, his own pants unzipped now, stroking himself as he watched. "Don't hog her, boys. My turn's coming."

Rico sped up, his breaths ragged, and with a guttural yell, he came, flooding her pussy with hot cum. He pulled out, wiping himself on her thigh, leaving her dripping and raw. Dustin wasn't far behind, yanking her head back and unloading into her mouth. Lila choked, swallowing reflexively as he smeared the rest across her face.

Panting, the paramedics stepped back, zipping up as Wyatt approached. He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to turn and face him. "You're a good girl, Lila," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. He pushed her onto her back on the table, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy glistened with Rico's cum, and Wyatt lined himself up, plunging in without preamble.

Lila moaned despite herself, her body responding even as her mind recoiled. Wyatt was huge, stretching her painfully, and he fucked her with deliberate cruelty, slamming into her cervix with each thrust. "You love this, don't you?" he taunted, gripping her tits and twisting her nipples. She shook her head, tears streaming down her face, but her hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the edge she couldn't escape.

Dustin and Rico watched, catching their breath, their eyes gleaming with renewed interest. "She's a fuckin' slut," Rico said, lighting a cigarette he'd pulled from his pocket. "Bet she'd take us all again."

Wyatt grinned, pounding harder. "Oh, she will. Won't you, Lila?" He slapped her thigh, the sting sharp against her skin, and she came undone, her body shuddering as an orgasm ripped through her. Wyatt followed, growling as he filled her with his seed, marking her as his once more.

He pulled out, leaving her sprawled on the table, a mess of cum and sweat. The paramedics grabbed their gear, tossing a casual "Thanks, man" to Wyatt as they wheeled the still-muttering client out to his room. Wyatt tucked himself away, tossing Lila's panties onto her chest--clean this time, but the gesture was no less degrading.

Lila lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, her breath ragged. She'd survived another bout, but at what cost? The ambulance lights faded into the distance, and the silence of the clinic closed in around her once more.

"Clean yourself up," he said, turning to leave. "Shift's not over yet." He kicked at her tit, making it bounce from her right side all the way over, leaving a bright red mark on it. "Stand up, Lila, head therapist. You're going to earn your title tonight. Every room, every patient gets head."

Lila reddened. She couldn't believe what he was saying. How could she face these people in therapy in the coming days? Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her big tit and punched it. She wobbled back. He grabbed it again and punched it even harder. Tears streamed down her face from the pain. "Ok, I'll do it," she whimpered, her will crumbling under his brutality.

She pulled on her white coat and buttoned it up, hiding her nakedness from the hallway cameras Wyatt had rigged to miss his attacks. She grabbed the clipboard, hands trembling, and started toward the residents' wing.

The small office at the entrance held John, the nightwatch, a grizzled Black man nearing 70. "Hey, Miss Lila, why are you doing checks? Isn't Wyatt on?" he asked, his eyes flicking to her bulging coat.

"I need to do something different tonight," she said, voice shaky. She noticed the lump in his pants. "How are you? I know your wife passed a while back."

"It's hard," he said, staring at her tits, unaware she was bare beneath. "Something reminds me of what I've lost every day."

Lila stepped inside, closed the door, and unbuttoned her coat, letting it fall to reveal her 250-pound frame, 50EE breasts sagging, sweat glistening on her thick thighs. She knelt and unzipped his pants, pulling out his limp, piss-stained cock. "John, if I don't do this, Wyatt will cost me my job... Please," she begged, then sucked him hard, gagging on the sour taste. His hands gripped her head, thrusting as he hardened. She massaged his sagging balls, and soon he flooded her mouth with thick, bitter cum. She swallowed, choking it down.

"Thank you," she whispered, pulling her coat back on and buttoning it as she stood.

"Be careful, Miss Lila," John said, concern in his voice.

She nodded and headed to the first room.

Patient 1: Earl

Lila entered Earl's room, a 60-year-old drunk with liver spots and a whiskey reek. She closed the door, unbuttoned her coat, and let it drop, her nakedness bared to him--rolls of fat, scars, and wild hair.

Earl lay in bed, his gown stained with vomit, a bourbon bottle tucked under his pillow. "Miss Lila?" he slurred, eyes bleary from a binge.

"I'm checking on you," she said, voice flat, stepping closer.

He squinted as she climbed onto the bed, straddling his legs. "What the fuck?" he muttered, but she yanked his gown up, revealing a shriveled, piss-soaked dick. She leaned down, taking it into her mouth, the stench of urine and booze gagging her. Earl laughed, a wet, hacking sound. "You're a nasty fuckin' slut, doc," he rasped, grabbing her hair and shoving her deeper.

She sucked, her tongue sliding over his rancid skin, humiliation burning her throat as he thrust sloppily. "Suck it, you fat pig," he sneered, his cum erupting in a thin, sour spurt. She swallowed, gagging, then climbed off, his laughter ringing in her ears as she grabbed her coat, dressed, and fled.

He thinks I'm trash, she thought, bile rising.

Patient 2: Ricky

Lila stepped into Ricky's room, the air thick with meth and sweat. A wiry 32-year-old addict, he sat twitching, sores dotting his arms. She closed the door, unbuttoned her coat, and let it fall, exposing herself.

"Well, fuck me, doc," Ricky grinned, teeth rotted from the pipe. "You here to party?"

"I'm doing an exam," she lied, her voice hollow.

He cackled as she knelt, the floor sticky with filth, and took his hard, crusty cock into her mouth. The taste was chemical and foul, like burnt rubber and cum. "Suck that dirty dick, you fuckin' junkie whore," he taunted, clawing at her shoulders. She gagged, her throat raw, as he bucked into her.

Then he pulled out, shoving her onto the bed. "Nah, I want more," he snarled, climbing on top. She froze as he rammed into her, his meth-fueled thrusts brutal, tearing at her dry cunt. "Take it, you disgusting bitch," he grunted, fucking her hard, his sores rubbing against her skin. She bit her lip, tears streaming, until he came, his load hot and acrid inside her. He rolled off, laughing. "Pathetic."

She dressed, her coat sticking to her sweaty, cum-slick body, and stumbled out, thinking, I'm less than nothing now.

Patient 3: Darlene

Lila entered Darlene's room, a 45-year-old pill-popper surrounded by crumpled bottles, eyes glassy. She closed the door, unbuttoned her coat, and let it fall, her nakedness stark under the dim light.

"Dr. Lila?" Darlene mumbled, slurred from Oxy.

"I'm here to check you," Lila said, stepping to the bed.

Darlene giggled as Lila lifted her gown, exposing unwashed pubic hair. "What's this shit?" she slurred, but Lila leaned down, licking her clit, the taste sour and stale. Darlene moaned, a sloppy, drugged sound. "You're a fuckin' freak, doc," she laughed, grinding against Lila's face.

Lila sucked harder, plunging her tongue into Darlene's wet folds, shame flooding her as the woman's hands gripped her head. "Eat that pussy, you nasty bitch," Darlene groaned, cumming with a shudder, her juices coating Lila's face. Lila pulled back, wiping her mouth, as Darlene giggled. "You're a goddamn disgrace."

Lila dressed, her coat clinging to her wet skin, and left, thinking, She'll spread this like a disease.

Patient 4: Carl

Lila stepped into Carl's room, a 50-year-old heroin addict from her therapy group, track marks up his arms. She closed the door, unbuttoned her coat, and let it drop, tears already falling.

"Dr. Lila?" he said, startled, his voice soft. "What's wrong?"

"I'm doing a check," she said, voice breaking.

He frowned. "You don't have to--" But she climbed onto his bed, pulling his gown aside, revealing a limp, bruised cock. She took it into her mouth, the taste metallic and bitter from his last fix. "Stop, please," he begged, pushing at her, but she kept going, sucking desperately.

"You're better than this," he whispered, his voice cracking as he hardened despite himself. "Fuckin' junkie slut," he muttered, ashamed, as he came, his cum thin and watery. She swallowed, sobbing, and he looked away. "Why'd you do that to us?"

She dressed, hands shaking, and fled, thinking, I've destroyed his trust.

Patient 5: Travis

Lila entered Travis's room, a 23-year-old cokehead with a predatory grin. She closed the door, unbuttoned her coat, and let it fall, her body trembling.

"Finally, doc," he sneered, pulling his gown off, his hard cock twitching. "Wyatt said you'd deliver."

She knelt as he pulled out his phone, recording. "No," she whispered, but he grabbed her hair, forcing her down. "Suck it, you fuckin' pig," he barked, shoving his coke-dusted dick into her mouth. The taste burned her throat, sharp and chemical.

Then he yanked her up by her tits, squeezing them hard. "These fat bags need work," he growled, punching them--left, right, left again--until they bloomed black and blue, welts rising fast. She cried out, but he slapped them harder, laughing as they bruised. "Look at you, all marked up, you worthless cunt," he taunted, shoving her back down to suck him.

He thrust brutally, the camera catching every gag, every sob, until he came, his thick, bitter load choking her. He stopped recording, shoving her off. "Wyatt's gonna love those tits."

Lila dressed, her coat scraping against her battered chest, and stumbled out, the pain searing her soul.

The Aftermath

Wyatt waited in the office, smirking. "All done?"

She nodded, mute, her throat and chest throbbing.

"Good girl," he said, pulling her close, kissing her with bruising force, hands groping her tender tits. She winced, numb, a shell. "I need more " He pushed her down and pulled his cock out and put the thick limp dick in her mouth. She started to suck but suddenly her mouth was filled with his acrid piss. She was gagging, coughing, trying to swallow but it was too much, running down her chest. He finished and zipped his pants. He pushed her away. "Go home. Tomorrow's another day. I'll tell them you got sick in the morning at the hand off"

She passed John, who stared at her disheveled state, her coat's top buttons we popped off, the tops of her breasts visible barely hiding the bruises. "Miss Lila, you alright?"

"Fine," she croaked, forcing a smile. She knew she had to get out of the place.

Driving home, dawn broke, but darkness clung to her. Her body screamed, her mouth tasted like piss, cum dripped from her bruised cunt, her spirit bled, yet a faint spark of rage flickered. She wouldn't let him win--not forever

Chapter Three: Home Invasion

Lila sank into the sagging couch, her graying brown hair spilling over the cushions like a tangled confession. It was Saturday night, March 15, 2025, and the midnight shift still gnawed at her--Wyatt's cruel grin, the clinic's cold floor, that video she couldn't unsee. Her body ached, a dull throb in her joints, but a hotter ache pulsed between her legs, unbidden and shameful. Her oversized nightshirt stretched tight over her 50EE breasts, the fabric damp with sweat, hugging her rolls of fat like a second skin. She sipped her Diet Coke, the bubbles fizzing weakly against her tongue, and watched Mike in the kitchen. His wiry frame hunched over a pot of ramen, his gentle hands stirring with that nervous care she clung to. Her sweet, submissive boyfriend--bisexual, soft, everything those brutes weren't. She needed him tonight, needed his mouth on her, drinking her shame away.

"Almost ready, babe," Mike called, his voice high and shaky, a thread of anxiety woven through it. He adjusted his glasses, pushing dark hair from his forehead. "Extra soy sauce, just how you like it."

Lila forced a smile, her chubby cheeks dimpling despite the storm in her chest. "Thanks, Mikey. You're too good to me." She shifted, her massive breasts swaying, the weight tugging a soft grunt from her throat. Fuck, I'm disgusting, she thought, tugging the hem down over her thick thighs. But he loves it. Loves me. Her pussy clenched, slickness already seeping into her panties at the thought. The TV buzzed with some trashy reality show, but her mind was elsewhere--Wyatt's threats, his cock, the way her body had gushed for him against her will. She hated it. She craved it. She hated that she craved it.

A sharp knock jolted her upright, her tits bouncing painfully against her belly. Mike froze, the ladle dripping soy sauce onto the counter, his wide eyes darting to hers. "You expecting someone?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"No," Lila muttered, dread sinking like lead in her gut. She heaved herself up, her fat thighs wobbling as she waddled to the peephole. Wyatt stood there, his smug face framed by the dim hallway light, Jerome and Hakim looming behind him like shadows with teeth. Her breath caught, panic clawing at her chest. Not here. Not my home. "Fuck," she hissed, stumbling back, her nightshirt riding up to expose the dimpled flesh of her legs.

"Who is it?" Mike crept closer, his bare feet squeaking on the linoleum, but before she could answer, the door burst open, the cheap lock splintering under Wyatt's heavy boot. He strode in, his broad shoulders filling the cramped space, Jerome and Hakim lumbering behind him like a pack of wolves.

"Well, well, Miss Lila," Wyatt drawled, his voice thick with menace and mockery. "Thought we'd drop by for a house call. You've been avoiding me at work, you fat little slut."

Lila's heart pounded, her palms sweating. "Wyatt, please--this is my home. Leave us alone." Her voice cracked, but her cunt betrayed her, a fresh wave of wetness soaking through her panties. Why am I so fucked up?

Jerome's laugh boomed, deep and guttural, his dark eyes raking over her body. "Ain't no 'alone' tonight, pig. We're here to tear that pussy up." He cracked his knuckles, his massive frame dwarfing Mike, who shrank against the wall, clutching the ladle like a useless shield.

Mike's voice quavered, pitiful and small. "W-who are you guys? Lila, what's going on?" His glasses slipped down his nose, his face paling.

"Shut it, twink," Hakim snapped, shoving Mike so hard he sprawled across the floor, the ladle clattering away. "You're gonna watch real men fuck your slut girlfriend. Maybe you'll learn something, you little bitch."

Wyatt grabbed Lila's arm, his grip bruising her flabby flesh, and yanked her toward the couch. "Strip, Lila. Show your pathetic boyfriend what a whore you are." He nodded to Jerome, who seized her nightshirt and ripped it off in one savage tug, the fabric shredding with a loud tear. Her enormous breasts spilled free, nipples stiffening in the cool air, her belly jiggling as she gasped. She tried to cover herself, her arms trembling, but Hakim slapped her hands away, pinning them behind her back with a cruel twist.

"Please, don't," she begged, tears welling in her eyes, but her pussy throbbed, dripping down her thighs. They can smell it. They know. "Wyatt, I can't--"

"Shut your fat mouth," Wyatt growled, unzipping his pants and pulling out his thick, familiar cock. He shoved her onto the couch, her fat ass bouncing as she landed, the springs creaking under her weight. "Spread those legs, pig." She hesitated, her breath hitching, and Jerome grabbed her ankles, yanking them wide apart. Her bare, smooth pussy glistened, a traitor to her pleas, soaked with arousal and fear. Wyatt grinned, his teeth flashing. "Look at that, boys. She's a fucking fountain already."

Oh God, they see everything, Lila thought, her face burning as she felt the slickness pooling beneath her. "Stop staring," she whimpered, but her hips twitched, begging for more.

Mike scrambled to his feet, his face a mask of terror and helpless rage. "Stop it! Leave her alone!" He lunged at Wyatt, his skinny arms flailing, but Hakim caught him by the throat, slamming him against the wall with a thud.

"Sit your scrawny ass down, faggot," Hakim snarled, forcing Mike into a rickety chair. "You're gonna watch, then lick up every drop we leave in her. Maybe we'll make you suck us clean too, you little cumrag." He tied Mike's wrists to the chair with a dish towel, tight enough to chafe, leaving him helpless.

Wyatt climbed onto the couch, kneeling between Lila's trembling thighs. He slapped her breasts hard, watching them wobble like jelly, then plunged into her pussy with a single, savage thrust. Lila cried out, her body jolting, her tits slapping against her belly with wet smacks. "Fuck, you're a loose pig," Wyatt grunted, pounding her mercilessly. "We stretched this cunt out good last time, didn't we?"

Pain seared through her, but pleasure surged hotter, her cunt clenching around him. "I hate you," she sobbed, but her hips bucked, meeting his thrusts. I'm gonna squirt--I can't stop it. Her body tightened, and with a choked scream, she gushed, a hot spray soaking Wyatt's thighs and the couch. He laughed, slamming harder. "There's that nasty fountain. Keep it coming, slut."

Jerome unzipped next, his massive black cock springing free, thick and veined. He grabbed Lila's head, forcing it toward him. "Suck it, bitch." Her lips stretched painfully around his girth, gagging as he shoved deep, her mascara streaking down her face in black rivers. I can't breathe, she thought, but her pussy spasmed, squirting again, a messy arc splattering the floor. Hakim watched, stroking himself, his grin feral.

Mike whimpered, tears streaming down his cheeks as he strained against the towel. "Lila, I'm sorry--I can't stop them." His cock strained against his pants, humiliatingly hard, his glasses fogging with shame. She's so fucking hot like this, he thought, his mouth watering. I want her cum so bad.

"Shut up, pussy," Wyatt snapped, slamming into Lila until the couch groaned. He gripped her hips, leaving red welts on her pale flesh, and roared as he came, flooding her with cum. He pulled out, smearing the mess on her thighs, and jerked his head at Jerome. "Your go, man. Make her choke."

Jerome yanked Lila's head back, fucking her throat until she retched, then pulled out and sprayed cum across her face and tits, thick ropes dripping onto her belly. "Nasty fuckin' pig," he muttered, wiping his cock on her hair. Hakim took his place, flipping her onto her stomach, her fat ass jiggling in the air. He spat on her puckered hole and rammed into her ass, ignoring her scream. "Tight back here, though," he panted, pumping relentlessly.

Lila's body shook, pain and pleasure crashing together. I'm gonna squirt again, she thought, her cunt untouched but throbbing. "Mike..." she rasped, her voice raw, her hands clawing at the couch as another gush erupted, soaking her thighs and the cushions.

The men stepped back, panting, their eyes gleaming with triumph. Wyatt untied Mike and grabbed him by the hair, dragging him to Lila's sprawled, dripping form. "Clean her up, bitch boy. Start with her pussy." He shoved Mike's face between her legs, where Wyatt's cum oozed out, mixed with her own squirting mess. Mike gagged, the stench of cum and sweat overwhelming, but Wyatt held him there, grinding his face in. "Lick it, you little slut, or I'll shove my dick down your throat next."

Trembling, Mike obeyed, his tongue lapping at Lila's slick, cum-soaked folds. "Oh God," he mumbled, his voice muffled, tears mixing with the mess. It's disgusting. I love it. Lila moaned, her hips bucking, her clit swelling under his soft mouth. "Mikey... drink me," she begged, grabbing his hair. "Suck it all out."

Mike whimpered, his cock aching as he sucked harder, swallowing the bitter mix of cum and her sweet squirt. "You taste so good, babe," he whined, his glasses slipping off as he buried his face deeper. I'm such a fucking loser, he thought, humiliated but desperate for more. Another gush hit his mouth, and he drank it greedily, choking on the flood.

"Now them," Wyatt ordered, shoving Mike toward Jerome. Jerome smirked, grabbing Mike's head and forcing his still-hard cock into his mouth. "Suck it clean, faggot. Taste your girl's throat on me." Mike retched, the thick shaft gagging him, but he complied, his tongue swirling over the filth as Jerome laughed. "Look at him, crying like a bitch."

Hakim followed, smearing his cock--still slick with Lila's ass--across Mike's face before shoving it in. "Lick it good, you little pig. That's her shit you're tasting." Mike sobbed, his throat burning, but he obeyed, the degradation sinking into his bones. When they finally released him, he collapsed on the floor, his face a mess of cum, tears, and Lila's squirt, his pants stained with his own precum.

Wyatt leaned over Lila, who lay panting, her body humming with unwanted heat, her thighs slick with her own juices. "You liked that, didn't you, you fat whore? Tell your boy to finish you off."

Lila's eyes burned with shame and lust, her cunt still twitching. She grabbed Mike's hair, pulling his dripping face back to her pussy. "Do it, Mikey," she rasped, her voice breaking. "Make me cum again. Drink every fucking drop." Mike hesitated, his pride shattered, then dove in, his tongue flicking her clit as she ground against him. "Yes--fuck, yes!" she screamed, her massive breasts heaving, her fat body quivering. She squirted again, a violent gush that sprayed his face, chest, and the floor, and Mike moaned, swallowing frantically, his hands clawing at her thighs. "More, babe, give me more," he begged, lost in the flood.

Wyatt clapped slowly, grinning. "Good show. Look at you two--pathetic and soaked. We'll be back, Lila. Keep that pussy wet and ready." He led Jerome and Hakim out, their laughter echoing as the door slammed, leaving Lila and Mike in the wreckage of their home.

Lila lay breathless, her hand tangled in Mike's soaked hair. "More," she whispered, pulling him up to kiss her cum-smeared lips, tasting herself on his ruined face. "You're mine, Mikey. Keep drinking." Mike whimpered, nodding, his tongue chasing every drop she offered, his humiliation complete as he sank deeper into her twisted command.

Chapter 4: Dinner at the Office

The Sunday after the home invasion, Lila and Mike sat in the wreckage of their living room, the air thick with the lingering stench of cum and sweat. Lila's voice trembled as she spilled everything--Wyatt's coercion at the clinic, the way he'd cornered her that first day, his cock in her mouth while she sobbed, the video he'd taken to keep her silent. Mike listened, his wiry frame curled into the armchair, his dark eyes wide behind fogged glasses. "I didn't know how to tell you," she whispered, her chubby hands twisting in her lap, her nightshirt still torn and clinging to her sweat-slick skin. "He said he'd ruin me." Mike reached for her hand, his grip soft but steady. "Lila, I get it. You were scared. He's a fucking monster." His voice cracked, but his thumb traced circles on her palm. "You don't have to hide it. I'm not leaving you--not over this. Not ever." He hesitated, his cheeks flushing. "Even... even if you liked it. I mean, watching you last night--it fucked me up, but it turned me on too. I can't explain it." Lila's eyes flicked to his lap, where his cock strained against his stained sweatpants, rock-hard as she'd recounted Wyatt forcing her to her knees. She smirked despite herself, a flicker of relief cutting through her shame. "I knew it, you little perv," she teased, her voice raw. They kissed, messy and desperate, her cum-smeared lips crashing into his, and for a moment, the world felt less broken.

Monday, March 17, 2025, Lila dragged herself to the clinic, her body still aching from Saturday night. She wore a loose sweater and leggings, trying to hide her bulk, but her 50EE breasts strained the fabric, her nipples chafing against the bra she'd stuffed them into. The midnight shift loomed, but first, she had her online therapy sessions--clients spilling their traumas through a grainy webcam while she nodded, pretending to care. She locked her office door, sank into her creaky chair, and spread her thick thighs under the desk. As a middle-aged widow droned on about her dead cat, Lila slipped a hand into her leggings, her fingers finding her clit. She rubbed slow circles, her pussy already slick, her breath hitching as she muted her mic to stifle a moan. Wyatt's cock flashed in her mind--his cruel grin, the way he'd stretched her--and she came hard, squirting into her palm, the mess soaking her chair. "Fuck," she gasped, wiping her hand on her thigh, her face flushed as she unmuted to murmur, "That sounds really tough."

By late afternoon, she shifted to her in-person group session in the therapy room, a sterile box of scuffed linoleum and flickering fluorescents. Five women sat in a loose circle, their chairs creaking under their weight, their faces etched with hunger and despair. Lila started softly, her voice a lifeline in the antiseptic air. "Let's talk about triggers today--what's been hard lately?" Marla, a freckled redhead with a tangle of tattoos snaking down her arms, shifted uncomfortably, her large, saggy breasts straining her faded tank top. Her nipples, well-chewed from years of rough lovers, poked through the fabric, dark and bruised. "It's the fucking bakery smells," she muttered, her voice gravelly. "Walk past one, and I'm drooling like a dog. Then I'm alone at night, starving, and no one's there to... you know, take the edge off. My ex used to fuck me senseless after a binge--now I've got nothing but my hand and a bag of chips." She laughed bitterly, her green eyes darting away, her freckled cheeks flushing with shame.

Tanya, a towering brunette with broad shoulders and a nervous laugh, picked at her nails, her massive thighs spilling over the chair's edges. "For me, it's the grocery store," she said, her voice shaky. "All those cakes in the bakery aisle--I can't stop picturing them. I'll stand there, practically shaking, and then I'm home, stuffing my face, wishing someone would just... pin me down and make me forget. My husband left two years ago--said I was too fat to fuck. Now I'm so horny I can't sleep, but who'd want this?" She gestured at her bulk, her laugh turning to a sob. Beth, the shy blonde, barely looked up, her small hands twisting in her lap, her doughy frame hunched. "TV ads," she whispered, her voice a thread. "Ice cream commercials--they make me ache. I lock myself in my room, but I'm so lonely. I haven't been touched in years. I just want... someone to hold me, even if I'm disgusting." Her blue eyes welled up, and she bit her lip, trembling.

Carla, a heavy-set brunette with a cross necklace glinting at her throat, straightened, her born-again fervor clashing with her flushed cheeks. "The devil tempts me with chocolate," she said, her tone preachy but brittle. "I pray it away, but it's everywhere--billboards, gas stations. I fall, I eat, and then I'm burning inside, needing... release. My church says it's sin, but I can't stop touching myself, imagining a man who'd take me without judgment. I'm so weak." She clutched her necklace, her knuckles white. Gina, the fifth woman, a quiet, heavy-set figure with a nervous tic twitching her cheek, spoke last. "It's fast food--those greasy fries. I drive past, and I'm shaking, knowing I'll cave. Then I'm alone, eating in my car, wishing someone would fuck me right there in the parking lot. No one looks at me twice--I'm invisible." The room fell silent, the women's confessions hanging heavy, their hunger for food and touch bleeding together. Lila nodded, her own pussy twitching under her leggings, their raw need stoking her shame-laced arousal. "That's a lot to carry," she said, her voice thick. "Let's unpack how we cope."

An hour ticked by, the session stretching as the women peeled back layers of their longing. Marla admitted she'd once traded sex for a buffet meal, her saggy tits marked by men who'd used her like a rag. "I'd do it again," she rasped, "just to feel full--food or cock, doesn't matter." Tanya confessed to humping her pillow after binges, imagining a stranger's hands on her hips, her laugh breaking into tears. Beth whispered about pressing her vibrator against her clit while crying over ice cream wrappers, her loneliness a knife. Carla's piety cracked as she described grinding against her Bible, praying for forgiveness mid-orgasm, her cross digging into her chest. Gina's tic worsened as she mumbled about flashing truckers for fries, her body a bargaining chip no one took. Lila scribbled notes, her hand trembling, her cunt slick with their stories. She ached to comfort them, to confess her own twisted cravings, but the clock hit 6 p. m., and Nurse Cratchett's heels had long faded down the hall.

Unbeknownst to them, Wyatt had slipped into the admin office next door, the thin wall letting every word filter through. He leaned back in Cratchett's chair, his cock hardening as he listened--Marla's rough desperation, Tanya's pinned-down fantasies, Beth's shy ache, Carla's holy hypocrisy, Gina's invisible pleas. He smirked, filing each confession away, a predator mapping his prey.

After an hour, he grabbed a 3-gallon tub of vanilla ice cream from the staff fridge, jars of hot fudge and caramel sauce from a cabinet, and strode to the therapy room. The door banged open, and he sauntered in, the tub thudding onto the table. "Evening, ladies," he drawled, popping the lid, the sweet scent hitting like a slap. "Heard you're all starving--for food and a good fuck. Let's fix that." His grin was a blade, his eyes glinting with their secrets as he spooned warm fudge over the ice cream, the dark liquid pooling, then drizzled caramel, sticky strands glistening. "Dig in, you hungry sluts."

Marla whimpered, her hands clenching. "We can't. It's... it's against the rules." Tanya nodded, her jaw tight, but her gaze locked on the tub, her tongue darting over her lips. Beth shrank back, hugging herself.

Wyatt's eyes glinted, landing on Lila. "Oh, come on. Lila, show 'em it's fine. Be a good girl." His tone was a blade wrapped in silk. She hesitated, her heart pounding, but his stare pinned her. She lumbered to the table, her fat thighs jiggling, and stood stone still staring at the ice cream, feeling their eyes on her. Wyatt came up from behind, pulling her shirt off and yaking her bra off freeing her enormous flopping tits. The women gasped, but Wyatt laughed. "That's it, now you eat you fat slut. Eat." He smeared ice cream on her tits, the cold biting her skin making her nipples poke out. Finally She shoved it into her mouth, fudge smearing her lips, dripping down her chin like a pig at a trough.

He turned to Tanya, his voice dropping. "You next, big girl. Crawl over here and oink while you eat. Show me how bad you want it." Tanya's face crumpled, but hunger won--she sank to her knees, her massive frame wobbling as she crawled, her oinks loud and humiliating. She buried her face in the tub, slurping ice cream and sauce, her cheeks smeared with caramel, tears mixing with the mess. "Good piggy," Wyatt sneered, snapping a photo with his phone.

Lila's pussy throbbed, shame and arousal twisting inside her. Wyatt grabbed her sweater, yanking it up. Looking at her menacingly, he said. "Rub it on those giant tits, Lila. Give 'em a show." She obeyed, her hands trembling as she smeared ice cream and fudge across her breasts, the cold stinging her nipples through her bra. The sticky mess dripped down her belly, pooling in her rolls. Wyatt nodded to Beth, who'd been silent, her blue eyes flicking to Lila's chest with a hunger she couldn't hide. "You want her, don't you, blondie? Lick her clean."

Beth whimpered, shaking her head, but Wyatt shoved her forward. "Do it, or I'll make you eat off the floor." She stumbled to Lila, her small hands trembling as she unhooked Lila's bra, letting her massive breasts spill free. Beth's tongue darted out, lapping at the fudge-smeared flesh, her lips closing around a nipple. Lila moaned, her head tipping back, her cunt soaking her leggings. "Fuck, Beth..." she gasped, grabbing the girl's hair.

Wyatt grinned, orchestrating the chaos. "Marla, get on the floor. Strip and eat what spills." Marla hesitated, then peeled off her shirt, her pale, doughy body quivering as she lay on the linoleum, scooping up melted ice cream with her hands, stuffing it into her mouth. Tanya joined her, still oinking, her leggings yanked down to reveal her thick ass, caramel streaking her thighs. The fifth woman, a quiet brunette named Carla, broke, lunging for the tub and smearing fudge on her face, sobbing as she ate.

The room devolved into a sticky, writhing mess. Lila stood, her leggings shoved down, her bare pussy dripping as Beth sucked her tits, moaning into her flesh. Wyatt barked orders, his phone flashing with photos. "Tanya, finger Marla's fat cunt. Make her squeal." Tanya obeyed, her sticky hand plunging between Marla's legs, who shrieked and bucked, ice cream smeared across her belly. Carla crawled to Lila, her face a mess of tears and sauce, and buried it between Lila's thighs, licking desperately. "Please... I need it," Carla begged, her tongue sloppy on Lila's clit.

Lila's legs shook, her arousal peaking. "Get under me," she rasped, shoving Carla onto her back. She squatted over the woman's face, her fat ass hovering, and rubbed her clit furiously. "Open your mouth, you little slut." Carla did, her eyes wide, and Lila came with a scream, squirting hard, a hot gush flooding Carla's face. Carla choked, swallowing, her hands clawing at the floor as fudge and cum mixed on her lips.

Wyatt laughed, snapping more pictures. "Fuck yeah, Lila. Do Beth next." He dragged Beth under Lila, her blonde hair fanning out on the sticky floor. Lila squatted again, her thighs trembling, and Beth's shy tongue flicked out, tasting her. Lila ground down, her pussy spasming, and squirted again, the spray hitting Beth's mouth and chest. Beth gagged but drank, her whimpers muffled. "Good girl," Lila panted, her hands gripping Beth's hair.

Tanya and Marla rolled together, their fat bodies slick with ice cream, fingering each other as Wyatt recorded. "Look at these nasty pigs," he taunted, zooming in on their smeared faces. Carla crawled to Tanya, licking caramel off her ass, her sobs turning to moans. The orgy sprawled across the therapy room, a grotesque tableau of melted ice cream, fudge, and cum, the women lost in their shame and hunger.

Wyatt towered over them, his cock hard in his pants, his phone brimming with blackmail. "Smile, ladies. This is going viral if you don't play nice from now on." He kicked the empty tub aside, its contents smeared across the floor, and grabbed Lila's arm, pulling her up. "You're the star, you fat whore. Squirt on Marla now--give her a bath."

Lila stumbled to Marla, who lay panting, her red hair matted with sauce. "Please, no more," Marla begged, but Lila squatted over her face, her cunt twitching. She rubbed herself, her fingers slick, and came again, a weaker gush splattering Marla's cheeks. Marla sobbed, licking it up, her hands shaking.

Wyatt clapped, pocketing his phone. "Perfect. You're all mine now--every last one of you disgusting sluts." "Now clean this place up." He strode out, leaving the women sprawled in the wreckage--sticky, humiliated, and broken. Lila sank to her knees, her body trembling, her pussy still leaking. She stared at the mess, the women whimpering around her, and whispered, "What the fuck have we become?"

Lila slumped against the therapy room table, her bare thighs sticking to the linoleum, her breath ragged. The air reeked of melted ice cream, sweat, and sex--a nauseating cocktail that clung to her skin. Around her, the women lay scattered like broken dolls: Marla sprawled on her back, fudge-smeared and panting; Tanya curled into a ball, her massive frame shuddering; Beth hugging her knees, blonde hair matted with cum and caramel; Carla clutching her cross necklace, lips trembling; and Gina staring blankly at the ceiling, her cheek tic twitching wildly. The empty ice cream tub rolled in the corner, a mocking relic of Wyatt's reign.

Lila wiped her sticky hands on her ruined leggings, her voice hoarse but steady. "We... we need to talk. Right now. Before we clean this shit up."

Marla groaned, rolling onto her side, her saggy breasts pooling against the floor. "Talk? After that? I can still taste you on my fucking tongue, Lila. What's left to say?"

Lila's cheeks flushed, but she pressed on, her therapist instincts kicking in despite the absurdity. "Everything. We're not leaving this room 'til we figure out what just happened--and what we do with it. Wyatt's gone, but he's not gone, you know? "First, I wish I could have protected you today... but I will from now on... I want to stop him from ever doing this to anyone else. I'm pretty sure he's been abusing people here at Five Points for years." He's got those pictures. He's got us. So we either fall apart, or we... we take it back."

Tanya sat up, her broad shoulders slumping, caramel streaking her chin. "Take it back? He turned us into pigs--literal fucking pigs. I oinked, Lila. I crawled. How do you take that back?" Her voice cracked, but her eyes flickered with something--anger, maybe hope.

Lila nodded, her chubby hands twisting together. "By owning it. Look, I'm not saying it's okay--what he did, what he made us do. It's fucked up. But we're still here, breathing, feeling. And I saw it--you all felt something in that mess. I did too. My cunt's still wet, and I hate myself for it, but it's true. So let's start there."

Beth's small voice piped up, barely audible. "I... I liked licking you, Lila. It was disgusting, but I didn't want to stop. Does that make me sick?" She hugged herself tighter, her blue eyes darting to Lila's exposed breasts, still sticky with fudge.

Lila softened, scooting closer, her bulk shifting awkwardly. "No, Beth. It doesn't. It makes you human. Hungry. We've all been starving--for touch, for food, for someone to see us. Wyatt twisted that, but what if we... untwist it? What if we feed each other--literally, figuratively--without him pulling the strings?"

Carla's head snapped up, her cross glinting as she clutched it. "That's blasphemy. Feeding each other? Like some... some perverse communion? I sinned tonight--God saw me licking you, Lila, and I liked it too. I'm damned." Her voice trembled, but her thighs pressed together, betraying her.

Lila reached out, her sticky fingers brushing Carla's arm. "Maybe it's not sin, Carla. Maybe it's just need. You ate, you fucked, you felt alive. What if we lean into that--together? No judgment, no devil, just us. I could... I could feed you chocolate next time, and you could pray while I touch you. Make it ours."

Carla's eyes widened, her breath hitching. "You'd... do that? Feed me? Like a shepherd to a lamb?"

"Yeah," Lila said, her voice low, a kinky edge creeping in. "I'd smear it on my tits, let you lick it off, and call you my good little lamb. Therapeutic, right? Processing through pleasure."

Gina stirred, her tic twitching as she sat up, her heavy frame quivering. "What about me? I'm invisible. Wyatt saw me, but only to use me. I ate those fries in my car last week, wishing some trucker would fuck me against the hood. No one ever does. Am I even worth feeding?"

Lila's gaze sharpened, maternal yet feral. "You're worth it, Gina. Next session, you bring those fries. I'll sit on your lap, feed 'em to you, make you feel seen. I'll grind on you 'til you're shaking, 'til you know you're not invisible. Deal?"

Gina's tic paused, her lips parting. "Y-yeah. Deal."

Marla snorted, sitting up, her red hair a tangled mess. "So what, we're a fucking feeder cult now? I'm not complaining--shit, I'd let Tanya stuff me with cake and finger me 'til I scream. But how's that therapy? Sounds like a porno."

"It's both," Lila shot back, smirking despite herself. "We've been ashamed of our hunger--food, sex, all of it. Wyatt made us wallow in it, but what if we choose it? Marla, you said you'd trade sex for a buffet again. What if Tanya feeds you instead--no trade, just care? She fills your belly, then your cunt, and you let her. We process the shame by rewriting it."

Tanya's nervous laugh broke the tension, her massive thighs shifting. "I'd do it. Pin her down, stuff her with cake, fuck her senseless. I've been dying to feel strong again--not just fat and useless. But what about you, Lila? You're the ringleader here."

Lila exhaled, her 50EE breasts heaving, still bare and glistening. "Me? I'm the messiest of all. I squirted on half of you tonight, and I'd do it again. So I'll feed Beth ice cream 'til she's moaning, let Carla worship my pussy with her prayers, grind on Gina 'til she's begging. I'll be your fat, fucked-up shepherd. But we set the rules--no Wyatt, no cameras. Just us, eating, touching, healing."

Beth whimpered, her shy hunger surfacing. "I want that. I want you to feed me, Lila. Hold me. I don't care if it's weird--I need it."

Marla grinned, her gravelly voice teasing. "Fuck it, I'm in. Tanya, you better bring a big cake next time. I wanna feel those hands on me."

Carla nodded slowly, her piety bending. "If it's us... if it's holy in our way... I'll try. Chocolate and prayer. With you."

Gina's tic eased, a rare smile tugging her lips. "Fries and you, Lila. I'm not invisible if you're on me."

Tanya flexed her broad shoulders, a spark in her eyes. "I'll feed Marla 'til she's bursting. We're rewriting this shit, huh?"

Lila stood, her sticky, trembling bulk towering over them, a strange queen in the wreckage. "Yeah, we are. Next session, bring your cravings--food, fantasies, all of it. We'll feed each other, fuck each other, cry if we need to. Wyatt thinks he owns us, but he doesn't know we're turning his game into ours. Now let's clean this dump up--together."

The women nodded, a fragile pact forming as they rose, their shame and hunger melding into something new--kinky, raw, and theirs alone.

Chapter 5: The Feast of Retribution

Tuesday, March 18, 2025, the women gathered in the derelict storage shed behind the clinic, a crumbling sanctuary of warped wood and rust. Lila had chosen it--no Wyatt, no cameras, just them. A lantern flickered on a splintered plank table, illuminating their offerings: chocolate bars, a greasy bag of fries, a lopsided chocolate cake, a 3-gallon tub of vanilla ice cream sweating in the chill, and a jar of caramel sauce, lid sticky and loose. The air thrummed with anticipation, their breaths puffing in the dim light.

Lila stood, her bulk shrouded in a hoodie, 50EE breasts straining the fabric. "Tonight's ours," she said, her voice a low growl. "We strip, we anoint, we feed, we fuck. Then we plan Wyatt's end. Agreed?"

The women murmured assent, eyes glinting with hunger and resolve. Lila unzipped her hoodie, letting it fall, her massive breasts spilling free, nipples hardening in the cold. "Clothes off," she commanded. "We're free women--fat, messy, and ours."

Marla peeled off her tank top, her saggy tits swaying, bruised nipples dark against pale skin. Tanya shucked her leggings, her broad thighs quivering, bush thick and wild. Beth slipped out of her jeans, her doughy frame trembling, blonde pubes catching the light. Carla unbuttoned her blouse, cross necklace glinting against her heavy breasts, her piety fraying. Gina shed her sweater, her heavy-set body soft and twitching, tic pulsing in her cheek. They stood naked, vulnerable, their rolls and scars bared.

Lila grabbed the caramel sauce, dipping her fingers. "We anoint each other--accept our bodies, our hunger." She smeared sticky trails across Tanya's shoulders, down her spine, whispering, "You're strong, free." Tanya shivered, taking chocolate and rubbing it over Marla's saggy tits, murmuring, "You're wanted." Marla grinned, anointing Beth's belly with ice cream, the cold making her gasp. "You're enough." Beth scooped fries, greasing Carla's thighs, voice soft: "You're holy." Carla smeared fudge on Gina's ass, praying, "You're seen." Gina completed the circle, tracing caramel over Lila's breasts, "You're ours."

The ritual broke into chaos--hands sticky, bodies slick. Tanya hauled the cake forward, shoving Marla onto the plank table. "Spread 'em," she barked, smearing frosting across Marla's cunt. Marla obeyed, legs wide, moaning as Tanya stuffed cake into her mouth, then buried her face between Marla's thighs, licking frosting and clit. "Fuck, harder," Marla gasped, hips bucking. Tanya's fingers plunged in, pumping fast, and Marla screamed, squirting a hot gush across Tanya's face, the spray dripping down her chin. "Drink it, you bitch," Marla panted, and Tanya lapped it up, her own pussy twitching.

Lila pulled Beth onto her lap, straddling a crate, ice cream in hand. "Open up," she cooed, smearing it over her own tits, then Beth's mouth. Beth sucked Lila's nipples, ice cream melting down her throat, while Lila's hand worked Beth's clit, slick with arousal. "More," Beth whimpered, and Lila shoved ice cream into her pussy, fingering her deep. Beth's legs shook, her cunt spasming, and she squirted hard, soaking Lila's thighs. Lila laughed, dark and raw, "Good girl," then squatted over Beth's face, rubbing herself. "Catch it," she growled, and pissed a hot stream into Beth's open mouth, Beth choking but swallowing, her eyes wide.

Carla knelt, chocolate bar melting in her hands, praying feverishly. "Make me yours," she begged, and Lila straddled her, smearing chocolate across her own cunt. "Lick your shepherd," she ordered, grinding down. Carla's tongue darted out, sloppy and desperate, prayers muffled as she sucked Lila's clit. Lila moaned, fingers flying, and came with a roar, squirting into Carla's mouth, the flood mixing with chocolate. "Swallow your sin," Lila rasped, then pissed a trickle onto Carla's cross, the metal gleaming wet. Carla sobbed, lapping it up, her thighs clenching.

Gina sprawled on the floor, fries scattered around her, and Lila sank onto her lap, fat ass pressing down. "Eat," she said, stuffing fries into Gina's mouth, grinding her pussy against Gina's belly. Gina chewed, grease smearing her lips, and Lila rubbed faster, her cunt dripping. "Fuck, you're real," she groaned, squirting a weak spurt onto Gina's chest. Gina's tic stilled, her hands clawing Lila's thighs, and she pissed suddenly, a sharp arc hitting the floor, her laugh shaky. "I'm here," she whispered, and Lila kissed her, messy and fierce.

Tanya and Marla rolled together, cake smeared across their bodies, fingering each other furiously. Tanya pinned Marla, stuffing frosting into her cunt, and Marla squirted again, the spray hitting Tanya's tits. "Piss on me," Marla begged, and Tanya straddled her, letting loose a golden stream over Marla's belly, both of them moaning. Beth crawled to Carla, licking piss and chocolate from her thighs, and Carla pissed too, a weak dribble Beth caught with her tongue. The shed drowned in wet, sticky chaos--squirting, pissing, feeding, fucking--until they collapsed, panting, a tangle of anointed flesh.

Lila wiped her face, voice cutting through the haze. "Now--Wyatt. We've claimed ourselves. Time to ruin him."

Marla sat up, frosting matted in her hair. "I want him screaming. How?"

Lila's eyes glinted. "Thursday night, here. I text him--'private party, just us sluts.' He'll come, cock out, thinking he's king. We tie him, torture him--CBT, humiliation, the works. And Mikey's in."

Tanya frowned, wiping piss from her thigh. "Mikey? Your Mikey?"

"Yeah," Lila said, smirking. "I told him everything. He's pissed--and hard. Wants Wyatt's ass and mouth. We let him fuck Wyatt raw, stuff him with ice cream 'til he chokes. Record it--audio only, his begs and whimpers. Blackmail him: delete our pics, or this goes everywhere."

Beth hugged herself, resolute. "He deserves it. I'll record."

Carla nodded, cross sticky. "Justice. I'll pray over his cries."

Gina's tic twitched, but she grinned. "He'll oink for us. I'll make him."

Tanya flexed her hands. "I'll tie him--tight. Rope on his balls 'til he's purple."

Marla laughed, gravelly and dark. "Mikey fucking his ass while I paddle his cock? Perfect. Let's drown him in ice cream."

Lila laid it out. "Thursday, I lure him. Tanya binds him--rope on his wrists, cock, balls. Marla and Gina work CBT--clothespins, paddle, squeeze 'til he's sobbing. Mikey takes his holes--ass first, then mouth, stuffing ice cream down his throat 'til he gags. Beth records his screams. Carla prays, loud and righteous. I'll shove the tub in his face, make him eat like the pig he called us. We demand our pics deleted, or his life's over."

Tanya nodded. "I'll bring the rope. He's fucked."

Beth's voice was small but firm. "I'll catch every sound."

Carla clutched her cross. "I'll anoint his ruin."

Gina's smile sharpened. "He'll crawl."

Marla clapped, giddy. "Mikey's dick in his ass, my hands on his balls--can't wait."

Lila stood, sticky and towering. "Thursday, we feast on him. Clean up, rest. We're free women--and he's our prey."

They rose, wiping off sauce and piss, their pact sealed in the shed's wet glow--a ritual of liberation, a promise of retribution.

Chapter 6: The Feast of Ruin (Revised Again)

Thursday, March 20, 2025

The shed behind the clinic festered in the muggy Atlanta night, its splintered walls slick with rot and the sticky ghost of Tuesday's ritual--caramel, piss, and sweat baked into the wood. The lantern swung from a rusted nail, casting jagged shadows over the plank table where the women's arsenal waited: a coil of coarse rope, a bag of black zip ties, a handful of sewing needles glinting in a cracked dish, a warped paddle, and a 3-gallon tub of vanilla ice cream sweating into a puddle. Carla clutched her husband's.38 revolver, its barrel dull but heavy, her cross necklace swaying against her heaving chest, sticky with old chocolate. The air thrummed with their rage, a thick, electric heat that clung to their naked bodies--rolls of fat, scars, and wild hair bared like war paint. Tonight, Wyatt would bleed for what he'd done, his blackmail and cock turned against him in a storm of pain and cum.

Lila stood at the helm, her 50-year-old frame a mountain of flesh--250 pounds, dyed brown hair matted to her sweaty neck, 50EE breasts hanging low and free, nipples stiff with fury. She'd lured him here, texting from her burner phone: "Shed, 9 p. m., your sluts need Daddy's dick." He'd replied with a winking pig emoji, thinking he'd fuck them into submission again. She wiped her palms on her thick thighs, her bare pussy already slick--not from want, but from the power surging through her. "He's ours tonight," she rasped, voice raw like she'd gargled gravel. "We tie him, cut him, fuck him 'til he's screaming. We take his power, his cum, his blood. Agreed?" The women nodded, eyes glinting with hunger and hate, their breaths puffing in the dim light like beasts circling prey.

Tanya, her towering bulk all broad shoulders and quivering thighs, snatched the zip ties, her bush a dark tangle between her legs. "I'll bind him--spread-eagle, tight 'til he bleeds. Cock and balls too--he won't move an inch." Her voice was a low growl, no trace of her nervous laugh, just the promise of rope burns and bruised flesh. Marla, freckled and wiry, her saggy tits swaying with every twitch, grabbed the needles and paddle, her green eyes flashing. "I'll make his dick a pincushion--CBT 'til he's crying for mercy. He'll bleed for me, scream my name 'til his throat's raw." Gina, heavy-set and twitching, her tic pulsing her cheek, flexed her meaty fists. "He called me invisible--I'll fist his ass 'til it's gaping, make him oink and beg." Beth, doughy and blonde, clutched her recorder, her small hands steady despite her trembling frame. "I'll catch every whimper--his ruin's ours forever." Carla, her piety cracking, hefted the gun, her heavy breasts jiggling. "God's justice--I'll hold him down, pray his soul to hell while he chokes on us."

Mike--Mikey--shuffled in last, Lila's wiry boyfriend, his glasses fogged with sweat, dark hair plastered to his forehead. His skinny frame hunched, his jeans tented with a shameful hard-on, his bisexual cuckold heart torn between rage and arousal. Wyatt had fucked Lila, humiliated him, made him lick cum from her wrecked pussy. "I... I'll help," he mumbled, voice high and shaky, hands trembling as he adjusted his bulge. "Maybe... watch him suffer? Feed him ice cream 'til he gags?" He wasn't the aggressor here--Lila's soft, broken boy, more eager to please than punish, his cock twitching at the thought of Wyatt's degradation.

At 9:07, Wyatt swaggered through the door, his broad ex-cop frame hulking under a stained wifebeater, cargo shorts sagging low, his thick black cock already half-hard against his thigh. His acne-scarred face split into a smug grin, phone dangling in one meaty hand, his coal-dark eyes raking over their naked bodies. "Well, fuck me, my fat little piggies lined up for Daddy," he drawled, voice thick with mockery. "Gonna squeal for my dick again, huh?" He didn't see the trap--just their flesh, his playground, ripe for another round of blackmail and cum.

Carla moved first, gun jammed against his temple, her heavy breasts heaving as she shoved him to his knees. "Kneel, you filthy fuck," she spat, her finger twitching, cross gleaming wet against her chest. Wyatt's grin faltered, his hands jerking up, but Tanya was on him, zip ties snapping around his wrists with a vicious zip, cutting into his skin 'til blood beaded. She yanked his arms wide, binding them to the table legs, then tore his shorts off, his thick cock and heavy balls swinging free. Another zip tie went around his sack, pulled tight 'til his flesh bulged purple, a choked grunt escaping his lips. "Try moving now, bastard," Tanya snarled, kicking his legs apart and zip-tying his ankles to the table's far ends, spreading him eagle-wide, helpless, his muscled body straining against the plastic cuffs.

Lila loomed over him, her fat ass hovering as she squatted above his face, her bare pussy dripping with sweat and rage. "Drink, pig," she growled, and let loose a scalding stream of piss, hot and sharp, straight into his open mouth. Wyatt gagged, choking as it flooded his throat, spilling down his chin, his eyes bulging in shock. "You raped me, blackmailed me--now you're my toilet," she hissed, grinding her wet cunt over his nose, smearing him with her scent. Her massive breasts swayed, slapping her belly as she rocked, forcing him to swallow or drown, his gasps bubbling through the piss.

Marla knelt between his legs, her freckled fingers clutching a needle, her saggy tits brushing his thighs as she grinned, dark and wild. "Time to bleed, you raping fuck," she rasped, and jabbed the first needle through the tender skin of his scrotum, pinning it to the table. Wyatt screamed, a raw, animal howl, blood trickling as she twisted it deeper, his balls swelling against the zip tie. She clipped clothespins along his cock--five, ten--each snap drawing a fresh wail, then grabbed another needle, piercing the head of his dick, a crimson bead welling up. "Scream my name, pig!" she roared, paddling his clamped shaft 'til it bruised purple, blood smearing her hands, her own pussy dripping as she worked him raw. "Marla! Fuck--Marla!" he sobbed, voice cracking, and she laughed, slamming the paddle harder, splitting skin.

Gina straddled his hips, her heavy frame sinking down, her tic steadying as she spat on both fists. "You're visible now, asshole," she muttered, and rammed one hand into his ass, dry and brutal, stretching his tight hole 'til it tore, blood slicking her knuckles. Wyatt's body bucked, a high-pitched shriek ripping free as she twisted deep, then forced her other fist in beside it--double-fisting him, her arms pumping in sync, his ass gaping wide, raw and wrecked. "Oink, you piece of shit!" she bellowed, and he did, a wet, broken grunt, his eyes rolling back as she fucked him mercilessly, her own cunt twitching with every thrust, soaking his belly.

Tanya joined the fray, squatting over his chest, her broad thighs trembling as she pissed a torrent onto his wifebeater, the fabric clinging transparent to his skin, his nipples hard beneath. "You're nothing," she spat, grabbing the ice cream tub and scooping a handful, smearing it over his clamped cock and balls. She shoved globs into his ass crack, then paddled it in, the cold mixing with his blood and Gina's spit, his screams turning hoarse. She stabbed a needle through his left nut, pinning it to the table, and he convulsed, a fresh gush of blood pooling beneath him, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Beth hovered near his head, recorder whirring, her doughy frame trembling with glee as she caught every sob, every gurgle. "Keep screaming, Wyatt," she whispered, her blonde pubes glistening as she rubbed herself, turned on by his ruin. "It's all on tape--your cock's ours now." She leaned closer, pissing a weak stream onto his hair, matting it to his skull, her voice soft but firm. "You're done."

Carla stood over his face, gun pressed to his forehead, her heavy breasts swaying as she prayed, loud and feverish: "Lord, smite this sinner, drown him in our wrath!" She squatted, her thick thighs framing his head, and pissed a hot jet into his mouth, forcing him to choke it down, the revolver steady as she smeared ice cream over his lips with her free hand. "Swallow your filth," she intoned, then stabbed a needle through his cheek, pinning his tongue to the table, blood and cream mixing as he retched, his cries muffled and wet.

The women went wild, their vengeance a sexual frenzy. Marla climbed onto the table, straddling his pinned cock, and ground her wet cunt against it, the needles and clothespins digging into her flesh as she rode him, blood streaking her thighs. "Cum for me, pig," she snarled, slapping his face 'til it swelled, her own orgasm building as she fucked his ruined shaft, squirting hard over his belly, a messy spray mixing with his blood. Tanya fisted his mouth, her thick fingers gagging him as she pissed again, drowning his pleas, her laugh dark and free. Gina pulled her fists free, his ass a gaping wreck, and shoved ice cream into the hole, packing it deep 'til he writhed, then squatted over his face, rubbing her slick pussy across his nose, forcing him to breathe her cum-soaked scent.

Mikey watched, his cock leaking in his jeans, hands shaking as he scooped ice cream and fed it to Wyatt's gagging mouth, his voice soft and broken. "Eat it, you fuck... for Lila," he mumbled, less cruel than desperate, his glasses fogging as he rubbed himself through the denim, turned on by the women's savagery. He pulled his cock out and put in Wyatts mouth. The tables had turned. Wyatt resisted then felt another needle stab into his balls and started sucking as vigorously as he could while the camera recorded it.

He didn't fuck Wyatt--just knelt there, feeding him, whimpering as Lila grabbed his hair and kissed him, her tongue tasting the cream and piss on his lips. "Good boy, Mikey," she cooed, her massive breasts pressed to his chest, her cunt dripping as she watched her sisters break their tormentor.

Lila took her turn last, squatting over Wyatt's face again, her fat ass smothering him as she pissed a final, scalding flood, grinding her clit against his bloodied lips. "Drink every drop, you raping bastard," she roared, her hands clawing his chest, nails raking welts. She grabbed his pinned cock, twisting it 'til he screamed into her pussy, then leaned down, biting his nipple 'til it bled, her own squirt erupting, soaking his face in a violent gush. "Delete the pics," she snarled, "or this tape goes everywhere--your precinct, your mama, every fucking screen." Wyatt nodded, a wrecked sob bubbling through the piss: "I'll... delete... them."

Beth stopped the recorder, triumphant, her recorder dripping with sweat. "We've got him--forever." The women stepped back, panting, their bodies slick with blood, piss, cum, and ice cream, their eyes wild with victory. Wyatt lay broken, zip ties cutting into his wrists and ankles, needles pinning his cock and balls to the table, his ass gaping, his face a mess of fluids and tears, blood pooling beneath him, his voice gone.

Tanya kicked his side, grinning. "Fucking trash--cleaned out." Marla wiped her bloody hands on his wifebeater, laughing. "He'll never touch us again." Gina's tic slowed, her fists dripping as she spat on him. "Visible now, motherfucker." Beth hugged herself, recorder clutched tight. "His soul's ours." Carla lowered the gun, kissing her cross, her voice soft. "Redeemed in ruin." Mikey adjusted his glasses, cum staining his jeans, his whimper soft. "He's... done, babe."

"Not quite, see Wyatt, here's the thing. Carla's husband didn't like you messing with her. It turns out that he remembers that you used to get paid off when you worked the beat back in the day and we've got more than enough evidence to destroy you the same way we've destroyed your bleeding balls. From now on you are our toy -you do as I say or you'll find yourself out of a job and either in prison or dumped out in woods. "Am I clear?"

Wyatt looked at them and said "You own me." Carla smacked his balls driving the needles in. He screamed and said "You own me, for the love of god, please"

Lila towered over them, her massive frame glistening, her breasts heaving as she wiped piss from her thighs. "We're free, sisters. He's nothing but our cumrag now. Clean up--we've got lives to take back." They washed off in the shed's wet glow, their pact sealed in Wyatt's wreckage--a feast of ruin, a baptism of blood and power reclaimed.

Chapter 7: The Feast of Renewal

Friday, March 21, 2025

Atlanta, Georgia

The shed behind the clinic had been scrubbed clean, its splintered walls now draped with mismatched fairy lights scavenged from Lila's attic. The muggy Atlanta night softened into a warm hum, the air thick with jasmine and the promise of something sweeter. Last night's rage had burned out, leaving embers of triumph in its wake, and tonight, the women gathered not for ruin, but for renewal--a feast to reclaim their bodies, their appetites, and each other. The plank table, once a stage for vengeance, now groaned under a spread of decadence: glistening trays of caramel-drizzled peaches, towers of whipped cream-topped waffles, a vat of melted chocolate bubbling in a dented fondue pot, and a 3-gallon tub of vanilla ice cream, its surface already softening in the heat. Bowls of strawberries, jars of honey, and a pitcher of chilled rosé glowed under the swaying lantern, casting a golden haze over their naked skin.

Lila stood at the heart of it, her 50-year-old frame a monument of flesh--250 pounds of curves, her dyed brown hair loose and wild, 50EE breasts swaying free as she stirred a bowl of whipped cream with a lazy grin. Her bare pussy glistened with sweat and anticipation, her thick thighs parted as she leaned against the table, the sticky ghost of last night's fury replaced by a pulsing, radiant heat. "Sisters," she purred, voice low and rich like molasses, "we took him down. Now we feast--on food, on us, on everything he tried to steal. Agreed?" The women murmured their yeses, their eyes bright with hunger--not for blood this time, but for pleasure, for the sticky, messy joy of being alive.

Tanya kicked off her sandals, her towering bulk all broad shoulders and quivering thighs, her bush a dark crown between her legs as she dipped a peach slice into the chocolate and popped it into her mouth. Juice dribbled down her chin, and she laughed--a deep, free sound--licking her fingers clean. "Fuck diets," she said, grabbing a waffle and slathering it with whipped cream. "I'm eating 'til I burst." She straddled a chair, her heavy breasts bouncing as she fed herself, then leaned over to smear a dollop of cream on Lila's nipple, sucking it off with a slow, deliberate swirl of her tongue. "Tastes better on you," she teased, her growl softening into a moan as Lila arched into her mouth.

Marla, freckled and wiry, her saggy tits swaying, danced barefoot to the table, her green eyes sparkling as she dipped a strawberry into the honey and traced it along Gina's lips. "Open up, gorgeous," she cooed, slipping the fruit into Gina's mouth, then kissing her deep, tongues tangling in a sticky, sweet mess. Gina, heavy-set and glowing, her tic barely a flutter now, groaned into the kiss, her meaty hands cupping Marla's ass as she pulled her closer. "Visible as fuck now," Gina murmured, breaking away to grab a handful of ice cream and smear it across Marla's chest, licking it off in long, hungry strokes, her own pussy dripping as she savored the cold against hot skin.

Beth, doughy and blonde, giggled as she poured rosé over her small, trembling hands, letting it drip onto her belly before offering the glass to Carla. "Drink with me," she whispered, her recorder forgotten tonight, replaced by a need to feel instead of capture. Carla, her piety softened into something earthy, tossed her cross necklace aside and took the glass, her heavy breasts jiggling as she tipped it back, then poured a stream over Beth's thighs. She knelt, lapping it up, her tongue tracing the curve of Beth's flesh, her prayers now moans of delight. "God's in this too," she breathed, smearing chocolate over Beth's nipples and sucking them clean, her own cunt throbbing as Beth squirmed beneath her.

Lila watched them, her mountain of flesh trembling with pride and lust, then scooped a handful of ice cream and rubbed it over her massive breasts, the cold making her nipples peak. "Come here, my loves," she rasped, and they did--Tanya straddling her lap, Marla pressing against her side, Gina and Beth flanking her, their hands and mouths roaming. Tanya ground her wet pussy against Lila's thigh, smearing whipped cream between them as she kissed her hard, tongues slick with peach juice. Marla sucked ice cream from Lila's chest, her fingers dipping into the fondue pot to drizzle chocolate over Gina's belly, licking it off in messy, giggling swipes. Beth fed Carla a strawberry, their lips brushing as they shared it, then turned to Lila, rubbing honeyed fingers over her clit, making her buck and groan.

The air thickened with their laughter, their gasps, the wet sounds of mouths on skin and food on flesh. They fed each other--waffles dripping with honey, peaches bursting with juice, ice cream melting into crevices--hands sticky, bodies slick, their curves and scars bared like badges of victory. Tanya squirted whipped cream down Lila's back and licked it off, her broad hands kneading her fat ass. Gina straddled Marla's face, grinding slow as Marla sucked chocolate from her folds, both of them shuddering through soft, messy climaxes. Beth and Carla tangled together, rosé and cream streaking their thighs as they scissored, giggling and panting, their orgasms a shared, sloppy hymn.

Mikey slipped in quietly, his wiry frame hesitant, glasses fogged with the shed's heat. His jeans were loose tonight, his hard-on tamed but twitching as he watched, a shy smile tugging his lips. "Room for me?" he mumbled, and Lila beckoned him over, her massive breasts heaving as she pulled him into the fray. "Feed us, sweet boy," she cooed, and he did--spooning ice cream into her mouth, then Tanya's, his hands trembling as he smeared chocolate over Beth's lips and kissed it off, his cock stiffening again as the women welcomed him in. He didn't fuck them--just knelt among them, feeding, tasting, his bisexual heart humming as Lila stroked his hair and whispered, "Good boy."

The night stretched on, a blur of sticky skin and full bellies, their feast a therapy of excess--food and love and lust woven tight. They sprawled across the table, breathless and sated, fingers laced, bodies pressed close, the lantern flickering above. "We're whole now," Lila murmured, her voice a warm rumble, her sisters nodding against her flesh. "He's nothing--this is ours." They laughed, soft and free, their pact sealed not in blood this time, but in sweetness, in the messy, yummy glow of a love reclaimed.

Chapter 7: The Feast of Renewal

Saturday, May 3, 2025

Secluded Luxury Retreat, North Georgia Mountains

The retreat was a hidden gem--a sprawling, modern chalet perched on a cliffside, its floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the misty peaks. Inside, a sunken lounge glowed with soft amber lighting, plush velvet cushions scattered across the floor, and a bubbling hot tub nestled in the corner, steam curling into the air. A long table held their feast: honey-drizzled figs, chocolate-dipped strawberries, chilled rosé, and whipped cream in silver bowls. The women arrived bare, shedding inhibitions with their clothes, ready to claim the night.

Lila, 50 and unapologetically lush at 250 pounds, stood at the table's edge, her fingers grazing a strawberry. "This isn't just a night," she said, her voice a quiet command. "It's ours--to strip away the shame, to taste what we've denied ourselves. Agreed?" Her eyes swept the circle, daring them to speak.

"Yes," Tanya murmured, her broad frame stepping closer. She scooped whipped cream onto her fingers and smeared it across her chest. "I used to hate this hunger," she confessed, her tone raw. "Thought it made me weak. Now I need it--need you." She looked at Lila, eyes burning. "Can I?"

Lila's pulse raced. She sees me, she thought. "Take what you want," she whispered, guiding Tanya's hand to her thigh. Tanya knelt, her breath warm against Lila's skin. "You're everything," she said, then licked slow, deliberate, tasting her. Lila's mind hummed: I'm alive here, her hips rocking as she surrendered.

Marla leaned toward Gina, her voice low. "I can't stop staring at you," she admitted, a blush creeping up her neck. "You're... fuck, you're gorgeous." Gina, heavy and radiant, smiled softly. "I used to hide," she said, her hands trembling as she touched Marla's cheek. "Now I want you to see me." Their lips met, urgent and sweet. I'm enough, Gina thought, her breath hitching as Marla's fingers slipped lower, stroking her gently.

"You're mine tonight," Marla teased, her voice catching as she pressed harder. Gina gasped, "Yes--yours," her mind chanting: She wants me whole. Their rhythm built, a quiet dance of trust.

Tanya kicked off her sandals, her towering bulk all broad shoulders and quivering thighs, her bush a dark crown between her legs as she dipped a peach slice into the chocolate and popped it into her mouth. Juice dribbled down her chin, and she laughed--a deep, free sound--licking her fingers clean. "Fuck diets," she said, grabbing a waffle and slathering it with whipped cream. "I'm eating 'til I burst." She straddled a chair, her heavy breasts bouncing as she fed herself, then leaned over to smear a dollop of cream on Lila's nipple, sucking it off with a slow, deliberate swirl of her tongue. "Tastes better on you," she teased, her growl softening into a moan as Lila arched into her mouth.

Marla, freckled and wiry, her saggy tits swaying, danced barefoot to the table, her green eyes sparkling as she dipped a strawberry into the honey and traced it along Gina's lips. "Open up, gorgeous," she cooed, slipping the fruit into Gina's mouth, then kissing her deep, tongues tangling in a sticky, sweet mess. Gina, heavy-set and glowing, her tic barely a flutter now, groaned into the kiss, her meaty hands cupping Marla's ass as she pulled her closer. "Visible as fuck now," Gina murmured, breaking away to grab a handful of ice cream and smear it across Marla's chest, licking it off in long, hungry strokes, her own pussy dripping as she savored the cold against hot skin.

Beth, doughy and blonde, giggled as she poured rosé over her small, trembling hands, letting it drip onto her belly before offering the glass to Carla. "Drink with me," she whispered, her recorder forgotten tonight, replaced by a need to feel instead of capture. Carla, her piety softened into something earthy, tossed her cross necklace aside and took the glass, her heavy breasts jiggling as she tipped it back, then poured a stream over Beth's thighs. She knelt, lapping it up, her tongue tracing the curve of Beth's flesh, her prayers now moans of delight. "God's in this too," she breathed, smearing chocolate over Beth's nipples and sucking them clean, her own cunt throbbing as Beth squirmed beneath her.

Lila watched them, her mountain of flesh trembling with pride and lust, then scooped a handful of ice cream and rubbed it over her massive breasts, the cold making her nipples peak. "Come here, my loves," she rasped, and they did--Tanya straddling her lap, Marla pressing against her side, Gina and Beth flanking her, their hands and mouths roaming. Tanya ground her wet pussy against Lila's thigh, smearing whipped cream between them as she kissed her hard, tongues slick with peach juice. Marla sucked ice cream from Lila's chest, her fingers dipping into the fondue pot to drizzle chocolate over Gina's belly, licking it off in messy, giggling swipes. Beth fed Carla a strawberry, their lips brushing as they shared it, then turned to Lila, rubbing honeyed fingers over her clit, making her buck and groan.

Beth sat cross-legged, pouring rosé with shaky hands. "I'm scared," she whispered to Carla, who knelt beside her. "Scared to feel this much." Carla brushed her lips against Beth's. "You don't have to be," she said softly. "I've got you." Beth's eyes welled up. "Show me," she breathed, and Carla's fingers found her, rubbing slow circles. I can trust this, Beth thought, her body trembling as she came, Carla's whispers anchoring her: "You're safe."

The night deepened with their voices. "Feed me," Lila begged Tanya, who pressed a fig to her lips, their bodies grinding slow. "You taste like freedom," Tanya murmured, her hands roaming. Marla giggled, nervous, as Gina drizzled honey on her thighs. "Lick it off," Marla said, blushing hard. Gina did, her tongue teasing. "You're perfect," she whispered, and Marla thought: I believe her.

Then Tanya grabbed a silk rope from the table. "I want to tie you," she said to Lila, her voice steady but soft. Lila's cheeks flushed. "Do it," she replied, her mind racing: I'm hers to hold. Tanya bound her wrists, gentle but firm, tying them to a chair. "You're ours," she said, kissing Lila's neck. The others joined--soft touches, whispered praise. "So beautiful," Marla breathed, kissing her chest. "So strong," Gina added, her fingers tracing lower. Lila's thoughts dissolved into: I'm free, her climax a loud, shuddering release.

Next, Marla knelt, her voice small. "Blindfold me," she told Gina, her face red. Gina tied a scarf over her eyes. "What do you need?" she asked, teasing. "Spank me," Marla whispered, trembling. Gina's hand landed sharp on her ass, and Marla moaned, "Again." Each smack echoed with her thought: I'm not ashamed. Gina slipped fingers inside her, and Marla came with a cry, collapsing into Gina's arms. "You're incredible," Gina said, and Marla smiled: I am.

They traded roles--binding, teasing, laughing--each moment a reclaiming. "I used to hate my body," Beth confessed, giggling as Carla kissed her stomach. "Now I love how you love it," she said, and Carla grinned: "Always will." Their shared blushes, their gasps, wove a tapestry of trust and lust.

At dawn, they curled together on the cushions, breathless and whole. "We're not just surviving," Lila said, her voice fierce. "We're choosing this--us." Tanya nodded, "I'm finally me." Gina squeezed Marla's hand: "You're my strength." Marla replied, "You're my truth." Beth whispered to Carla, "I belong here," and Carla hugged her tight: "We all do."

Their sleep was deep, wrapped in each other, their desires no longer shadows but light.