My initial reaction to what piggy just did was a move toward her in order to bash her head in. Halfway there I made a very smart decision and pulled in my horns. From the looks of things she was so busy having a semi-nervous breakdown, that any physical move on my part would have been wasted. On top of that I really wasn't into pulling the wings off flies, even though I tried to project that kind of personality when it was to my advantage. This was definitely not the time to be heavy-handed. Poor piggy was probably so fragile at this moment that even a frown might send her off the cliff. So, nice guy that I am, I merely waited patiently for her to realize that I hadn't busted her head open or tried to cram it down the toilet.

When she finally got the nerve to look up at me, all I did was shake my head and sigh, bringing a look of surprise to her pudgy, tear-stained face. She was a sight, with a mixture of tears and vomit dripping off her face and landing on those big soft tits. I made my move and let her know I was pissed off at what she had just done, and was going to take a walk to calm down before we had a nice long chat about what I would do to her tomorrow to even things up. I warned her that if she hadn't cleaned up the mess she made or decided to take a powder, things between us were finished forever. Before she could say anything in return I was out the door.

My good buddy, Ralph, was sitting at his usual place in the bar, a half empty glass before him. I gave him the high sign, ordered a drink and told the bartender to give him another of whatever he was drinking. We took our drinks back to a booth so we could talk seriously about certain things such as piggy and what I planned to do to and for her, hopefully with his help.

Ralph really liked the idea of having a chance to get into Peggy's asshole, especially when I described how exceptional it was. I let him in on my idea to start piggy off in amateur fuck films and then move her up to mainline stuff once I'd trimmed most of the fat off her. I explained that although she was a dim bulb, it would still take some work on my part as well as some other folks I planned on involving before she bought in completely to the plan to make her a star in the world of specialty porn flicks.

His eyes lit up when I described his role as my stunt cock when it came to piggy. He'd be able to practice all the things I wanted her to do while I looked on and critiqued her efforts. I remember how he started breathing hard when I said, "Let me give you an example. She needs to learn how to handle ass to mouth without getting grossed out by things. It will be your cock that goes straight from her ass to her mouth, and the way I'm training her, your cock will be covered with her shit. Once she learns how to handle that, she's ready for anything the pros can throw at her. But before that happens, she'll be able to get some additional experience in the amateur stuff. By then she should be getting recognized as a budding non-pro porn star. This is only one example of what I'm talking about. By the time I'm done she will be able to handle anything that the pros are doing or can dream up. Not only that, we'll start moving into other stuff where the real money is."

I liked the look on his face when I teased him about the kinky stuff. Whether or not Ralph was my man would depend in large part on how he handled himself with the easy stuff. I wasn't going to tell him just yet about the S&M and dominance routines; not the phony stuff that you could find at the local emporium of filth, but the real stuff that was made off-shore and commanded big money. The idea of foreign travel just might appeal to Ralph. If not him, there was always some down and out ex-porn star looking for a way to get enough money to handle his drug habit or whatever fix he had gotten himself into. To seal the deal I invited Ralph to come over tomorrow, late in the afternoon, and give me a hand fucking over piggy for some bad things she'd did. He nodded his head and his eyes were really big. I had just successfully recruited my first team piggy member.

Returning to my place I went inside and took a look around. For one brief moment I had that sinking feeling in my gut because little piggy wasn't in the living room. However I did notice that an effort had been made to clean up the mess; it wasn't perfect, but it would probably do until I had a chance to make her do it over with her tongue while I grudge fucked her ass. On a hunch I went into the bedroom and there she was in all her chubbiness. My flabby, near-sighted, fuck tool and budding porn star had assumed the position, and was staring straight at me as she pumped that plump cunt back and forth, waiting for me to acknowledge her existence.

I approached close enough so that I could kick her right in that fat belly. She gasped, her eyes popped and she toppled over onto her back, clutching her gut. "You did a real shitty job of cleaning up your mess. I'm not sure you're going to be worth the touble to train properly. First you fucking lie to me about you and your mom, then you mess up my carpet and don't clean it up properly and now you're in my bedroom without my permission. I told you that you were supposed to be in the living room presenting yourself to whoever walked through the door. Instead, where do I find you? In my fucking bedroom, that's where! Who gave you permission to do that, well?" At that point I kicked her in the side, but only hard enough to make her nervous. I didn't want to mark her up unless she really pissed me off.

Piggy caught her breath long enough to begin blubbering. I moved over her and drew back my fist, causing her the cringe and cover up, as I said to her in my nastiest tone, "Shut the hell up so I can think about what to do to you for being such a stupid fuckup." Piggy quieted down and looked at me from between her arms. To make her even more uncomfortable I made a big deal about looking at my watch and then grinning. I knew before I left the bar that technically it was Saturday, gig day for my little porn star in the making.

I grabbed her by the hair and snarled, "I'm taking you out to the living room and giving you a couple of gigs worth of punishment before I go to bed. Then you are going to show me just how sorry you are for causing me all this grief. I expect a world class blowjob from you and god help you if you so much as spill a drop when I cum in your dumb mouth. For the rest of the night you are staying out there, tied up and gagged so I know where to find your sorry ass when I wake up. Tomorrow I'm going to beat you like a drum whenever I'm not grudge fucking your asshole. You are getting a major league thrashing for your behavior. Then on top of that you'll be servicing a friend of mine later on in the day when I'll be probably sick and tired of fucking your sorry ass."

Little piggy's eyes got big when I mentioned having someone around for her to entertain. I was going to keep her in suspense during the day. By the time Ralph showed up she'd be half crazy from worrying about who this guy was and what he was going to do to her while I looked on. I made her crawl out to the living room and bend over the arm of the couch.

I decided to play with her mind a bit. "Do you understand what two gigs mean?" I asked, pinching one of her fat, flabby tits, bringing a yelp from her. I had to admit that the question as stated was sort of open-ended, but what the hell, it was intended to make her realize just how pitiful she was. She stammered and said, "Two on my ass with a paddle, four across my tits with a strap and two on my cunt with a special paddle." Secretly I was impressed that she remembered; that was a very good sign, piggy was finally listening to everything I told her. There was hope for her yet, that is if she survived the amount of punishment she was going to get starting in the morning.

She opened her mouth to let me fill it with a rag and then tape it in place. I certainly did not want to attract any attention from my neighbors. The paddles were stored under the couch, ready for use on her. I moved them to the coffee table, allowing her a good look at what was about to be used on her bare ass and cunt. She stared at the two wooden paddles, one round and thick, the other more oblong and thinner, with a number of holes drilled through it. The latter was the pussy paddle, a vicious implement which could ruin a cunt without too much trouble.

The guy that sold it to me showed a film of some German pain slut getting worked over with it. After two whacks her cunt had swelled up so much that the guy couldn't even get his finger into her twat. I remember the sound she made when he tried; it was like an wounded animal in its death agonies. When he hit her with it the third time she puked and passed out; her cunt looked like a baboon's ass by then.

I ordered piggy to lean her ass back on the arm of the couch and spread her cunt lips apart to give me a target for the pussy paddle. She did as she was told but was shaking like a leaf as she waited for the first blow. I teased her by holding the paddle against her wide spread cunt mouth and rubbing the wood back and forth over it. She started to sweat and shiver at the same time. Without warning I drew it back and slammed it into her cunt dead center. There was a sound like something wet hitting the ground after a long fall, and then she let out a muted howl that lasted for a long time. Her hands started to frantically rub the blistered flesh that had just been smashed flat, while she did a little dance of pain and the tears streamed down her cheeks.

I made her turn around to present her broad ass for a good pounding from the bigger and thicker paddle. For this I wanted to use both hands, turning the paddle into a kinf of baseball bat. She bent at the waist, trying to grasp her ankles, but falling short due to her pot belly. While she still struggled to touch her ankles I let her have the first blow. The paddle landed with such force that it actually lifted her off the floor for a brief second before she toppled onto her face, muffled screams coming from her. I ordered her to stand up and get ready for another good one. She quivered and rubbed her sore ass, trying to recover her composure.

"Up, up, or it's another gig, and you'll get it right now. I'm tired of screwing with you. You fool around anymore and I'll tie you down to the coffee table and ruin your ass."

She rose to her feet, still trying to rub away the pain from that first hit. Piggy was crying like a baby as she bent over for the second whack. I aimed for the same spot and nailed her good. She collapsed onto the carpet with a loud thud. The stupid cunt was going to get the neighbors upset with me; she'd pay dearly if that happened. I leaned down and grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back so she could see the anger on my face. I did my best to keep my voice under control as I warned her that anymore noise out of her and I'd kick her out on her ass.

Piggy got the message and tried her best to calm down. I reminded her that she still had four good ones coming to those big tit cushions, plus a second hit from the pussy paddle. Piggy started to mumble into her gag and that just made me get a little crazy. I must have slapped her face a half dozen times before I got my act together once more. Then I decided to rope her down to the coffee table, face up. That way I could lay the leather to those floppy tits and cream her cunt with the pussy paddle without fear of disturbing the folks in my vicinity. In that position she would also be able to suck me off while I waited for the fifteen minutes to pass before she got the other pussy paddle shot to that shaved snatch.

I took off my belt, wrapped it around my hand and let her get a good look at it as I said, "You're lucky I'm a nice guy. Some guys would use the buckle and dig holes in those big soft tits of yours, but not me. However if you keep fucking up I may have to stop being a nice guy and use something different on those boobs, like maybe a curtain rod."

I gave her the first one, splitting her tits right across the middle with one stroke. She blinked the tears from her eyes, took a breath and then I gave her another one, in the same spot. She arched her body in pain.

"What do you say to a little break?" I asked, and she nodded quickly. I reached down and ripped off the tape and pulled the wet rag from her mouth. Then I settled down on her belly and pulled out my cock so I could place it between her tits. "Let's see how a a nice tit fucking feels." I said, leaning forward and sliding my hardening rod between those big,soft meat bags. Once I was fully hard I started poking my cock into her mouth on every pass through the tit tunnel I created by crushing her boobs together to provide as much friction as possible. I instructed her to start using her tongue on the head as it moved from the tit valley and approached her open mouth.

It wasn't too long before I felt that tingling in my ball sack; I was getting ready to make a deposit into piggy's mouth. When I came, I grabbed her head and held it steady as I wedged my spurting cock as far into her mouth as it would go. She struggled as the first couple of spurts blasted deep into her throat, making her gag. I kept control and finished off as her face started to take on a ruddy color, in stark contrast to her normal pasty countenance. As blow jobs went, it was average. I wondered if that was due to her inherent inability to do anything well, or just a lack of education. When it comes to a scheme for making money, and this one had enormous upside potential, I'm very optimistic. All my new porn star to-be needed was plenty of practice. I wondered if Ralph was going to be enough for her needs.

The gag went back into her mouth and I taped her again to make sure it stayed where it was supposed to be. I gave each of her tits a good whack right down the middle of each big bag, flattening the nipple and leaving a welt that now formed a cross on each tit. I took my time getting the paddle out and properly centering it so her entire pubic mound would take the full force from the blow. She grunted and began blinking a mile a minute, probably frightened to death at the prospect of taking another cruel hit to her already sore twat area. Well, I'll give her credit for being smart enough to want to avoid having her cunt ruined by this bad boy.

I still had a minute or so to go before I could blast that fat lipped cunt for the second time, so I amused myself by seeing how many fingers I could stick into her pussy. To my amazement she was soaking wet! I mean she was dripping clam sauce from that snatch like there was some kind of a cum fountain located in her fuckbox. I thought about what that slop would do to my coffee table, and decided that any stain she left would be cause for a major going over with both paddles for as long as she could handle it.

Her whole body tried to jump off the table when that final shot landed right between her chunky thighs. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as the pain raced through her flabby form. Her twat turned crimson in seconds, and just before I turned out the lights in the living room her cunt was developing a nasty blue-black look to it. I was getting very tired and the thought of curling up under the covers sounded great to me. I decided to make it even more cozy for me by leaving the heat off. Naturally that would mean piggy was going to spend a very uncomfortable night as the temperature in the apartment got down into the mid 50s.