The Wreckoning Chapter 13: September 1st (Patreon)

September 1st and I pull into the driveway to see only an envelope on my front step.  Remembering April Fools I assume it is another prank but when I open it I discover the schedule for the month.  As I scan over the calendar I quickly realize why there were no toys this month.  The theme of September was DIY fun.  Fists, cans, bottles, billiard balls, etc.  The month would culminate with a wine bottle in my cooch, a baseball bat up my ass, and a cucumber down my throat.  How the hell I was going to manage all that at once I had no idea.  Robyn certainly liked to challenge me but I always rose the occasion.

The use of everyday objects and fists somehow made it all the cruder.  Even just the word fist.  Fist, fist, fist.  God that’s so nasty.  Proper young ladies who grew up to get married to men like Dylan didn’t get…fisted.  That was the domain of true whores.

I guess until next year a true whore is what I would be.

I call Robyn the moment I enter my bedroom to get changed.  We talked a lot now.  The sessions were still the sessions of course, but we liked to catch up and hear about each other’s days well before the action started.  As the call rings I head to my closet to slip on my mask and slip out of my work clothes.  I still wasn’t allowed to talk to her unmasked.

“Hey Missy.”  I hear her cheerful voice.

“Hey Robyn.”  I reply.  “How was shopping?”

“Great.  I picked up those earrings you told me about.”

I rush back to look at the screen. “Show me!”

She beams back at me.  Turning her head one way she pulls her thick dark back to show me the sparkling dangling earring.

“Oh my god! You got your hair done too!”  I say.  She’d had about a half a foot taken off and it was done up to accentuate her natural curls.  “You look gorgeous!”

She laughs bashfully.  “I was out anyway.  You really like it?”

“Yes, I really like it.”  I boop the camera with my index finger.  “I never lie to you.”

She smiles, knowing it was the truth.  “Hey, I looked over those numbers you sent me.”

“And?”

She sighs.  “You’re right.  Someone’s skimming.”

“You mean Melanie is skimming.”

She shrugs.  “You only have one employee.  Kind of narrows down the suspects.  How did you not notice?”

“I’m shit with numbers and that kind of thing.  I always left that stuff to her.”

“It’s your business, you need to do that stuff.  She’s a thief Nat.”

“Well…shit.  She’s been with me since I opened.”

“Sorry.”  Robyn says sympathetically.  “In this economy it shouldn’t be hard to find a replacement.  With your margins you can’t let her keep doing it.  The studio’s barely in the black.”

“I know, I know. It just sucks is all.” I wander back toward the closet and peel out of my skin tight yoga pants.  Looking myself over in the mirror I can’t but notice the different shape at the crotch of my panties.  I had been in denial about it but it was impossible to ignore anymore.  My perfect pink little pussy was but a memory now.  My labial lips had extended into fleshy flaps and my whole pussy had elongated into a great gash.  The soft mounds on either side of my slit were thicker and more pronounced.   Even through my panties I could see the difference and during yoga practice I had to continually readjust myself so my prominent camel toe wouldn’t show.  My formerly quarter sized clenched anus was now double the radius and looked pucked up for a big kiss.  According to what I read things would return to normal but I was having trouble believing it now.  But that was a problem for later.  “Hey, I got the schedule.”

“Yeah?  Any questions?”

“Just one.”

“Oh?”

“On the last day, the wine bottle.”

“Yeah?  What about it?”

“Should I pick up a red or a white?”

“Pfff!  Ha ha ha!”  She sputters and laughs in that charming way of hers.  “Missy’s choice.”

After I dress I carry the laptop down to the kitchen and we continue talking as we prepare and eat our separate dinners.  It wasn’t easy eating with my mask on but I’d become accustomed.

Later that night I am splayed wide, my legs running almost straight out to the left and right.  My hard won flexibility was a blessing tonight.  Hunched forward as far as I could go, both my hands absolutely dripping with lube, I am rubbing my pussy with my right hand and my ass with my left.  Slipping two fingers into each

“Are you sure about this Missy?”  Robyn asks with some trepidation.

“Yes.”  I insist.  “Say it just like I told you.”  It was time we got this over with.

“Okay, if you’re sure.”  She straightens up in her seat then slams her hand down on her desk with a deafening whack, making it look like an earthquake had just occurred on her end.  “Come on you fucking WHORE!  Fist that ruined cunt!  Fist that wrecked asshole!  Fucking FIST yourself you dirty whore!”

Bringing my fingers to wrap around my thumb on each hand, kind of like when you make a shadow puppet goose, I form them both into points and start to press.  My ass opens to the pressure as does my pussy.  Soon my fingers disappear and I am at the fat point of the hand, right at the knuckles.  This would be the one great hurdle.

“MMMMM!”  I groan as I push in with ruthless pressure.  Wrapping my legs up around the back of my neck I am a human pretzel as I strain forward to get even better leverage.  Fisting both holes yourself was no joke and I was realizing Yoga gurus didn’t have shit on hardcore porn performers when it came to knowing and controlling their body.  With everything lubed up my hands made steady headway despite my body trying to resist.  Natalie would have quit long before, but Missy…Missy could do anything.  I push in harder.  “RRRRMMM!”

“That’s it!  Do it whore!  Fist your loose fuck holes ya fuckin cunt whore!”  I could hear the emotion rising in her voice just as I was hoping it would.

“MMMMM!”  I struggle.  “Say my name bitch!”

There is a moment’s hesitation before she lets loose.  “Natalie!  Natalie!  Fucking Natalie! Look at you now Little Miss Perfect!”

Yes, that’s it.  Let it out.

With a monumental push I force first my left fist and then my right, first my ass then my cunny,  and with the knuckles through the rest is almost sucked in.

“OHHH FUCK!”  I cry out as I go wrist deep in both my holes.  “GAHHHH!  Is that what you fucking want!?  Huh!?  GRAHH!”

“YES!  You’re nothing but ruined old whore now Natalie and I fucking did that to you.  ME!  No-Life-Robyn.  I did this!”  She is nearly frothing.  “It was ME who destroyed that dirty cunt.  ME who annihilated that loose asshole!  ME who wrecked your perfect body from ever enjoying a man again.  You’re useless to a man now.  Useless to your precious Dylan.  Why would he want you now?  You’re not perfect anymore, I TOOK that from you!”

“FUCK YOUUU!”  I growl as I plunge my fists in and out my slack sloppy fuck holes.  I was past the wrist on both now, my holes hugging around my forearms as I fucked myself mercilessly.  Seeing myself in the mirror was an out of body experience.  That…thing I was seeing with its arms sunk inside itself was a perverted abomination.  That couldn’t possibly be me.  That was some unholy faceless chunk of flesh, a vulgar beast whose sole purpose was to entertain through its own carnal corruption.  That thing couldn’t be me…and yet…  I could feel the wet warmth around my fists, I could feel my hands move and shift inside of me, I could feel the my holes slide back and forth over my forearms, I could feel the stretching and straining as I held the pose.  I could not escape my earthly reality.  That inhuman incarnation of depraved lust was me and I was it.   “FUUUUUCK!”

“What man would ever want you now?  Fucking bucket cunt whore!”  Robyn continues on in the full heat of rage.  “Look at you.  Filthy, disgusting, useless, stupid slut.  You are a dog!  You are a pig!  You’ll never amount to anything!  You don’t deserve love!  You don’t deserve happiness!  You don’t deserve anything!”  She was way off script at this point, these words were coming from somewhere deep inside.  “You’re a fat ugly stupid worthless pig!”

“RRRRRRR!”  The crude plunging slip-slop sounds of my fists hammering in and out fills the room making all the more nasty.  I punch into my wrecked pussy and ruined ass with careless abandon.  I give myself no quarter, treating myself to all of the cruelty Robyn had wished upon it all these years.  “AHHHH!”

“You ruined my life!  Now I ruined yours!  Dylan won’t want you!  Nobody will want you!”  Spittle flies from her mouth and spatters over the lens but I can still make out the wild eyed mask of fury that was Robyn.  “Now you’ll know what it’s like…to be me!”  She takes in a big breath, trembles a moment, then screams.  “I HATE YOU!  I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!”

“AHHHHHHH!  ROBYN!!!”

All at once I see her collapse into a heap, her face buried in her arms.  Her shoulders heave and I hear the sounds of heavy sobs.

Quietly I ease my hands out of my sore openings.  I wipe them off with a hand towel I had ready then I approach the screen.  Reaching out I touch the screen, brushing the tips of my fingers over her hair.

“You’re not worthless.”  I whisper. 

“I hate youuu…”  She moans into her arms.  I was pretty sure she wasn’t talking to me.

Her body wracking weeps come straight from her soul, letting out the type of agony only a lifetime of pain could foster.  It broke my heart to know that had been a part of this suffering.  I was a foolish and arrogant and ignorant young woman when I bullied and belittled Robyn, how I wished I could go back to tell myself what I knew now.

“Everybody deserves love Robyn.”  I say softly.  “Even me.  Even…you.”

She shakes her head and rises up, though her face was still staring downward.  “I’m a monster.”  She swallows hard and wipes the tears from her eyes.  “We’re done for tonight.”

“Okay.”  I say, this was not the time to argue.  “Hey, before you go.”

“Yeah?”  She slowly looks up to the camera.

I smile warmly.  “Was I a good girl tonight?”

She lets out a long sigh and covers her eyes with her hand.  “Unbelievable.”  She mutters under her breath.  After a moment she wipes the tears again and looks up.  “Yes Missy, you were a very good girl.”

“Thank you.”

“And Missy…”

“Yeah?”

“I…I don’t hate you.”  She licks her lips and says again from the bottom of her heart.  “I don’t hate you Missy.”

“I don’t hate you either Robyn.  Even after…anyway, I don’t hate you either.”  I lean in and kiss the lens.  “See you tomorrow?”

She nods and the hint of a smile plays at the corners of her lips.  “Thank you.  See you tomorrow.”