Filthy Cum Rag 1.0

[06:52] Ye Olde looked down at her own body. Her breasts a tiny big bigger then usual. And the only thing keeping them covered was her oddly shaped top. It was more of a tiny vest then anything. It covered her shoulders, down to just beyond the elbows. Though most of her neck, and almost the entirety of her breasts above her nipples were visible. The top didn't has as much a V cut as  U cut. And modesty was not what it was going for. Her nipples making bumps that not a quarter of an inch inside the material. And the breasts being pressed against each other so hard that they were almost overflowing. Her body had no clear markings at all. She was completely un-scarred. And clearly she didn't think tattoo's were a thing worth having. Because she had no visible ones. Her quite sizable ass was contained barely in a pair of purple panties. A black small skirt above it not really hiding much. Her pubic area being visible even from a standing viewpoint. A pair of high heeled, really high boots on her legs. Going up to almost her knee. In her navel she did have a small stud though. Her hair was neatly combed. Falling off her shoulders like black silk. She only looked slightly uncomfortable in the rather Tacky outfit. Then she looks around. The area being mostly dark. "Anyone there?"Ye Olde had quite full lips. Coated in a pink, reddish lipstick. A lip-ring was placed a bit to the left on her lower lip.

 

[13:28]   Lavinia Layva appeared before her in the dark chasm of existence. Her tall body, sweat-soaked and glistening was sparsely clothed, towering high above the sluttastic looking woman by at least two feet. Her breast's that outclassed the slut's own were obscenely wrapped in a tight tube top - both the under side, and the upper half of her massive, milk-filled breasts exposed to all to see. The fabric covering her clearly showing hard, erect nipple's that stabbed into it like diamonds wishing to cut through glass - what appeared to be a metal circular ring, running through both the nipple's, outlined through the cloth - was likely not even four inches wide - it was thick enough to be called a covering, but no one sane would have worn it. Just 'almost' cupping the underside of her teats, but failing spectacularly. Her fat breasts jiggling and swaying seductively as she walked. Below her flat, slightly muscled stomach - ontop of which, bore only a singular tattoo "Cunt Breaker" in bold Times New Roman text, in a semi-circle, gracing over the mound of her womb - she had a small black, plated skirt on - something a kin to what a schoolgirl would wear, but a horrid amalgamation of what it would be. It was dragged so low her pubes were blatantly visible, and its length was shorter than what her tubetop was wide. Her quaking, fat and delicious ass swaying as the Goddess walked with one foot in front of the other, each step calculated, each step known to show off her wonderful ass meat off in the best light - even if no one was behind her. Not like that bit really mattered, as her absolutely, ungodly thick cock stabbed out of her skirt bound for the sky - the thigh-thick monster extending upwards into the air, ending at-level with the woman's own large teats. With a little dexterity, she likely could suck herself off and rub her fat breasts around the immense thing - but it was clear from how thick it was. How the veins that crossed its rigidness, most thicker, and longer than human cocks., that she had not needed to do such a thing in a very, very long time. The cock was clearly not washed, soaked and slimy looking - yellowish stains of cum there, what clearly must have been some virgin blood far down on the base of the shaft, the rank odor of days old, bred cunt radiating from it. The foreskin wrapped just below the cock-slit, hiding a filthy, unkempt ridge that likely was wider than both of Ye Olde's fists pressed together. This was coupled with her cockslit constantly spewing out large, lewd rivets of hot pre-cum - cascading down the entirety of her shaft. The viscosity of the foul substance heralding it as more virile, more likely to impregnate the poor slut, than the white semen churned out by the majority of Ye Olde's lovers. Her pale skin seemingly radiating light, as she was perfectly visible in this lackluster form of existence. Her skin glistening, coated in sweat, the filthy aromatic scent carrying across the 'room' almost immediately, and assaulting Ye Olde's nostrils. The Flehmen Response instinctively taking hold of her, completely incapable of stopping herself from inhaling in deep, long breathes - exhaling little, only desiring to drag in more of her filthy, pheromone packed and meaty scent. It didn't smell like her body odor, it didn't smell like a sweaty woman - it reeked of her balls. Of her fat, grapefruit sized, and hanging, churning semen factories that looked like they were on the cusp of bursting. Large droplets of sweat literally flecking down to the ground below, with every step she took. The thick odor filling her dumb skull with the thoughts of being bred. Of being ruined and fucked by this monster of a cock. Of how it was her entire point of living, to be fucked and reproduce with such a marvelous, fat, thing. Of how it was her duty as a woman, duty as a human being - to be fucked like a whore. Ye Olde's pathetic mind was weak to such paltry forms of hypnosis - otherwise she wouldn't have appeared before her - her mouth salivating, begging to be wrapped around that shaft. To have her lip-ring coated in its spunk, so when she absently sucks on the metal, she'll have a reminder of the thick-rimmed, spectacle wearing divinity she had encountered this day.

 

Lavinia crossed the black expanse quickly, looking down at her through her black-rimmed spectacles with contempt. Clearly eyeing her lewd attire, loving how she looked with her pubes on display for all to see. Her high boots, her worthless top - Lavinia grinning as she realized, it would take less than an inch, on every piece of clothing, to make her suddenly go from 'properly covered' to 'indecently exposed'. The behemoth of a woman's long brunette hair, clinging to her sweaty, glistening body here and there all the way to her own thighs - the length of Lavinia's dark brown, lustrous locks essentially as tall as Ye Olde was. The bits not caked to her skin, swaying from side to side, tickling her ass. "I'm here, prostitute~. I hope its too your fucking liking."

 

[13:52]   Ye Olde looked at the tatt on her stomach, obscured as it was by something that was clearly worthy of the name it had been given. The thing being absolutely huge in comparison to her. And she couldn't help but have to look up towards the two feet taller woman. The hair rolling off her longer then her body. Her mind being penetrated by the smells and suggestions. She had had no training or such when it came to this. And she couldn't help but want to give in. It was so clear after all. A god was infront of her and she had to do her duty. So she stepped up to the larger woman, and although the breasts were much smaller then the godesses. She pressed herself against cuntbreaker. Her only reason for existing in the first place. Planting a lewd little kiss on the shaft of it while looking up.  Giving the huge thing a titty fuck was out of the question,  but she did grind herself against it like a lewd whore. The old juices staining her top instantly. And the large amount of precum rolling out of it made a little trail of cum hang in the air briefly from the kiss. Looking up at Lavinia with adoration normally reserved for gods and idols. The animalistic instincts in her brain going off. Almost as if sending her into heat. A shiver visibly running up her spine and making her release a small anticipating moan. Her body warming up in anticipation. Her cunt slowly starting to get wet. But she didn't pay too much attention to it. Considering herself unworthy she quickly kissed her way down the thigh thick bitchbreaker. Down to the factories and then down her right thigh. Placing both of her palms on the ground. She moved down to the feet. Licking and kissing them slowly. Making sure to pierce her tongue down between the toes as she stood on the ground, wiggling it around to get at the grime and dirt in her godesses toes. Even though her tongue was touching the ground below it. Her ass was the highest thing on her body as she worshiped. Her own toes courling in delight. And she remained quiet. Making sure to keep her eyes down and off Lavinia.

 

[14:11]   Lavinia Layva laughed loudly as the cunt didn't even say a word. It knew its place. The divinity enjoying the dumb fuck pig's wanton kissing and tongue slurping. Arching down the sticky, pre-cum soaked shaft. Leaving kiss marks - not in lipstick, but from the left over spunk being molded into the shape of Its lips. It's Goddess lifted up her foot and spread her toes, already, long rivets of It's saliva connected her sole of her foot, to the floor - seemingly leaning her shoulder blade's back onto thin air as her smelly, grime and filth coated foot was lifted off the floor. It's lewd smearing of saliva blatantly visible on the floor the few sparse licks It accidentally gave. The bespectacled woman making certain to push her big toe down against her tongue. Half her foot stuffed into her mouth, stretching open her plump, full lips. The coarse, salty and mouth-watering wonderful taste filling Ye Olde's mouth, giving a warm glow to her body. A haze - at least, adding onto the trance she was already in from the mere presence of divinity. It felt so right to be licking up her taste. To be lapping up her sweat until her skin shined from her saliva. To make her fresh. It's mouth hungered for it, It's mouth wanted nothing more than to clean every inch of this gorgeous woman - and It was being rewarded. It's breasts that bulged out against the floor, bulged against the pre-ejaculate stained top she wore - grew tighter and tighter as the seconds past. It always had larger, full breasts. But now they were gigantic. Growing out against its ribcage - Its hard nipples stabbing into the floor, as its flesh slowly lifted her torso inches up off the floor as they expanded. Eventually the fabric ripping, tearing apart from the new sized, immense pair of teats that audibly began to churn, milk filling the worthless orbs of flesh. Perfect for wrapping around her Goddess's shaft. Perfect for grinding all the pre-cum into, to use to roll back her foreskin and clean underneath that ridge of her's. To make not only her feet clean with her saliva - but to use it's body as her rag as well! A divine treat, for it.

 

[14:27]   Ye Olde felt slightly shameful when laughed at. But prideful at the same time. Because the job was being done. And it was being done well. The moment the foot started to be lifted up she move both of her own hands up to carry the weight of the foot for the goddess. Her holding it up for it seeming such an idiotic prospect. And she held it up to her mouth. Resting on her upper body. Her wet and warm tongue dancing inbetween the toes one by one. Licking from the heel and all the way up to the tips of her toes. Using the tip of her tongue to drag against the nails on the toes. Wanting to make sure that every last bit of the foot was clean. Even if she kept groaning while having her tongue sticking out of her mouth lewdly. Her top getting smaller and smaller. And she really wanted to reach down and undo it. But that would mean that Lavinia would have to carry the weight of her own foot. Which was unacceptable. So she looked agonized as her breasts quite literally tore her top to shreds from expansion. And the milk filled breasts that were pressing against the floor ached so much. Wanting to be milked. And she felt so top heavy she wasn't sure she was going to make it up. So instead she stayed down. Making sure to cover every little bit of the foot she was worshiping in kisses and long, loving licks before doing so. The taste being reward enough in itself to her. She'd look up at her when half the foot was in her mouth. And she was drooling slightly. Considering how stupid she looked she lowered her head again quickly. The hair falling down in front of her head. And she moved back with a slight gasp of air. The smell hitting her like a hammer again. Turning her on and brainwashing her all in one. And she let her hands trail up Lavinia's leg. Up to her massive balls. Letting one rest in each of her hands before showering them both in worshipful, sloppy kisses. Not able to chose which one to lavish with the most love she kept switching randomly. And the realization that she could never worship them both enough hit her like a truck and she let out a small frustrated groan. Looking up at her goddess with a desperation. Much like a confused and angry puppy. Wanting to do something she couldn't possibly ever Achive. And the heavyness of her breasts made her want to lay down again. But she endured it. Raising herself further up. And pressed her milkfilled breasts onto the huge cock. Carefully, and as close to the tip as she could. Making sure to not put too much pressure on the breasts to avoid discomfort. And using her own body to drag down the forskin of her god. Looking at the tip as it slowly revealed itself to her. The look on her face being sublime ecstasy.

 

[14:47]   Lavinia Layva toes curled and uncurled delightfully against the worshipping tongue of her new spunk container.Her drool constantly, loudly splattering down onto the dark floor below in large drops, completely and utterly unabated, until only after the cunt had realized how completely, and utterly fucking braindead she looked. Lavinia's balls sloshed and twitched at her constant fondling and lathering of her tongue. The deep folds of skin, holding the days-old perspiration, the light layer of pre-cum, soaking into her tongue. Filling her mouth with her Goddess's most precious fluids - cum, and sweat, these two things were all her red, moving muscle was good for - as well as lapping up piss. This exercise of futility, rattled her pathetic excuse of a mind all the more as she berated herself for being so dumb. For being so stupid, as to believe that anything she did, would mean anything to the Goddess before her. It dawning on her that the most she should hope for in her life now, was her Goddess leaving cleaned and well relieved - not something so grand as finding a mate, or living her life. No. Her obscene breasts, slathered in the clear fluid of Lavinia's thigh-thick cock. Large rivets of the disgusting, foul smelling fluid clinging together between her spread apart, heavy tits - made it clear she was a rag. The brief, sparse seconds her palms had wrapped around her fist-sized orbs of spunk, were enough to coat them in a slimy layer of stench and her Goddess's body fluids. Marked. Marked in her mind. Marked on her hands. Marked on her worthless, milk-leaking teats as their white, thick fluid spurted out against Lavinia's stomach tattoo, soaking into her 'skirt', and cascading against Ye Olde's own nipple rings. The slow pull back of the large layer of foreskin, taking a few brief seconds of the cunt's back straining, before the ridge was revealed to her delight filled eyes. The underside absolute caked with thick, foul smelling dick cheese. How fucking long had it been since the foreskin had been pulled back? A week? Two? A month? There was simply so much built up. The smell assaulting her senses, overpowering all the others before hand. This was why she was called her - this was what she was meant to clean. This was why she was given such lewd, fat udders - To scrounge her Goddess's filthy, equinine cock clean with her worthless tongue, to worship the rank tasting, foul substance and like it. Lavinia looking down at her as if this was all perfectly natural, that a stranger dressed like a dumb cunt - should simply fall to her knees and immediately worship. Because it fucking was.

 

[15:03]   Ye Olde looked up at the large, unwashed cock. And she started beating herself up mentally. How fucking stupid she was. Why did she think she could have done anything but this in her life. It was just so clear to her. She was lucky that she had even been allowed to appear before Lavinia. She would be even luckier if it went on. Existence being so one sided that if she wasn't used her only thing she had would be gone. And her reason for existing over. So she rushed into action. Dragging her tounge across the dick cheese. Much of it staying on her tongue, but not enough to reveal the bitchbreaker beneeth. And she felt jealosy of a sort she had never felt before. Whomever got to actually fuck with this had to be the best person in the world. Something she could never aspire to be. Yet she hoped that she would be allowed one day. And with a heavy, forced gulp she swallowed the nasty stuff. Her own hands moving off her breasts, the suppport for herself being unnnessary after all. She was a tool. And her goddesses cumfactories needed support. So she held each heavy ball in one hand. Closing her eyes. And continuing to work on the dickcheese. But realising that it was going much to slowly she'd slowly lower the balls. Bringing her hands up to her hair. And she cursed herself for doing it. But it would be much faster this way. She took her silken her. The pride of her existence up until the moment where she was allowed to kiss this godlike beings bitchbreaker. In both of her hands. The sweat staining it instantly. And used her long hair as a rag to rub away the cheese with slow, loving determination. Kissing the "Clean" Spaces after having rubbed them. Sucking and licking them as well. And she kept doing this until all of the cheese was gone. And her hair was a ruined mess. More then likely never going to regain it's previous shine or nice smell. But she didn't care. The cock was clean! And she pressed herself against it. Her breasts as well, letting out a pained sound as she slowly started working her breasts up and down the shaft. Mouth as close to the tip of the cock as she could. Desperatly trying to swallow all the precum. Even if all she could taste was rank dick cheese. And she had never been more turned on or desperate to serve for her entire life! At least as far as she could remember.

 

[15:21]   Lavinia Layva cock quivered as the tart oh-so-willingly ruined her hair. Her ball's twitching, weighing heavily against her palms once more. The foul stench, the foul taint of her semen production plants ruined her hands now. Grinding her fingers into her palms, made it clear. This layer, this disgusting, delicious and unadulterated scent of breeding - was not going to be leaving her, no matter how much she cleaned. How much she salivated and lapped at her digits, fucking herself to the thoughts of her Goddess - she was a rag, and she was now marked. Rubbing the foul amount of built up smegma into her lovely locks. Grinding the still spewing pre-jizzsm all into her brown hair, ruining it. Yellowish, disgusting streaks of the dick-cheese running through it now. Even her thoughts were twisted now - instead of looking at it with disappointment like she did when she began, out of the corner of her eye - seeing her brown locks streaked with this Divinity's worthless build up, filled her with gleeful pride. She was doing her job, and she was doing her job properly. Her hair frayed out to the sides, looking messy and unkempt - likely to stay that way until her Goddess disposed of her. Underneath the layer, where she kissed and lapped at the final remnants to remove it - she could taste the flavor of cunt. She could tell that some lucky whore, had been railed on this long before she got there. That Lavinia, had a whore to fuck, to breed. Even with all this pre-cum she was letting out, all the churning, sloshing of her balls, This dick cleaner, could never aspire to actually have it inside her cunt. To have it inside her ass. But - her throat perhaps. Cleaning it with the deepest parts of her esophagus, forcing herself to vomit around the monster, her jaw cracking and strained to near breaking? That might please her Goddess. That might make her Goddess keep her after she was finished, after she made her Goddess spurt out her virile, smelly sperm. Her new owner in life, slowly reached one of her hands down gracefully - tilting the tool's skull upwards until her mouth was just barely pressing against the tip. Letting her thick, gooey pre-cum spurt out across her face in a potent load. Cascading across the side of her visage, her left eyelid now laden with not even spunk. Not even seed - sperm thats leaking out, a subpar, worthless contrast to the real fluid. Coating her eyelash with the semi-clear liquid.

 

And then Lavinia stabbed her pointer finger against her forehead, and everything was wracked in pain. Her Goddess, tracing.. something, across her skull right below her hair line. Multiple lines, multiple times. It may not have been for more than twenty seconds, but it felt like half an eternity to the woman who so obediently had been worshipping her Goddess. Her skull throbbed, it felt like thousands upon thousands of knives had embedded themselves over, and over into her skin, giving her once relaxed, dazed state a heavy jolt - but not her mind. In her mind, she knew her Goddess had just rewarded her. That the pain, was something she should welcome with open arms, she knew her worthless case for a brain that she shouldn't even bother using anymore - now Lavinia was here - actually had a reason to exist now. That it was important.

 

"Filthy Cum Rag" in the same, blocky text that made Lavinia's stomach tattoo was now there. Her position in life had been made permanent. Little swirls and details coming off every little, making the words, making the arrow pointing from the middle of her forehead, to the bridge of her nose almost seem cute. Until you read them - and realized that this woman. This thing, was a tool.