Casino Plot Ch. 15

Now that her ass was stuffed, it was time for the pussy. Gitte reached down for a few more balls. As it turned out, bending over with an ass full of golf balls isn't easy. It ended up being more of a stiff crouch, but Gitte managed to get more balls.

The sergeant wanted her pussy as full as possible. The more balls in her vagina, the tighter they would be lodged in there and the harder it would be for them to fall out. It took some work, but Gitte actually got five golf balls crammed into her vagina.

With both holes stuffed very full, Gitte began her first trip across the stage. Every time her legs moved, a ball up some hole pressed against something that didn't expect to be pushed. That forced her to walk very stiff and very slowly. When she finally made it into the putting zone, Gitte sagged down a little in relief.

The sergeant wanted those balls out as quickly as possible. She pulled two golf balls out of her cunt, and just let the other three fall out onto the ground. Then she began pulling them out of her ass as quickly as possible. When she had the four golf balls that had been up her butt in her hands, Gitte prepared for the last part of her run.

There was a problem, unfortunately, that Gitte was not aware of. When the three balls had fallen out of her pussy, one of them had rolled out of the putting zone. It had come close enough to the end of the stage for Connie to pick it up and take it back over to the bucket. Janice signalled for the type 1 foul. Sadly for Gitte, she was too busy pulling golf balls back out through her anus to see it. The sergeant had no idea there had been a foul.

When Gitte was empty, she dropped down and got the first ball in her mouth. She didn't bother to count, she simply began crawling to the hole to drop it in. She repeated the route as quickly as she could until all the balls were gone. Then she jumped to her feet and ran back to the bucket to begin her second run.

Gitte's second pass was pretty much identical to her first. Four balls up the ass and five up the pussy. Another slow walk across the stage and she was back at the putting area. This time her extraction was uneventful. She managed to get all the balls out without losing any of them. Several crawling runs later, the last ball dropped from her mouth into the hole and Gitte was up and running back for her third trip.

The third trip began just like the others. Balls went through the asshole and then more went into the pussy. Gitte was so focused she didn't even consider the embarrassment of doing this for an audience. She just stuffed herself full. It wasn't til she put the last ball in her cunt that she realized she'd reached the end. In fact, there were only four balls left to go in her pussy.

Sergeant Krieger began her journey again. Gitte thought she had it down this time. She'd gotten used to the load up insider her and tried to pick up the pace. But about three quarters of the way across, one of her feet came down too hard and the balls inside her vagina shifted. With only four up that channel, they weren't lodged quite as tightly as before. Gitte felt them move and could also feel that they were trying to fall out. The sergeant caught herself before she reached for her pussy to block them.

She couldn't use her hands to hold them in there, so Gitte tried to get to the putting area as quickly as she could. She forced herself to take one long step forward, then she tried to use that step to jump for the putting area. There was no way that was going to work. Gitte landed in the target area, but three balls fell out of her pussy as she pushed off. As the sergeant fell to the ground in the putting area, she looked behind her and saw the three balls in the penalty area. She swallowed hard as she watched Connie walk out and pick them up.

Gitte collected herself as she lay on the ground. She was going to be paddled, but she still needed to complete this run. Sue Lynn had survived a paddling and so could she. The blonde didn't bother to stand up, she simply pulled the remaining balls from her openings as she lay there. She figured that would save a few seconds as all she had to do then was put a ball in her mouth and crawl. Gitte went as quickly as she could and dropped all her balls down the hole. After that, she wasn't quite as quick to get to her feet.

Sergeant Krieger was scared. Deep down both twins were cowards and she didn't want to be paddled. But she forced herself to go to the penalty area. Gitte bent over the bar and grabbed the handles. When her hands were trapped, Gitte actually felt a moment of relief. Even if her fear made her try and run, she wouldn't be able to.

And the fear did kick in. Gitte saw that huge man pick up a paddle and move behind her. The audience began laughing as they could see Gitte's big ass begin to shake. Gitte tried to pull her arms out, but they weren't going anywhere.

With the paddle in one hand, Walter reach underneath Gitte for her tits with the other. He wobbled them a little so that they hung nicely and weren't stuck to each other. Then he probed her pussy and ass to get her legs nicely apart. Gitte didn't even react as her insides were probed, she was just so scared of being spanked.

With his subject positioned perfectly, Walter lined the solid paddle up with her upturned behind. He gave it a couple of taps, then he drew it back and took a swing. Walter was rewarded with a solid impact and a beautiful, red rectangular mark right on Gitte's round ass.

Gitte let out a scream. Her ass stung like crazy. She kicked and tried to pull her arms back to rub it, but she couldn't reach it. Gitte was just settling down when she heard Janice talking.

"... Folks that was the type 1 foul that was missed. Now our referee will administer the type 2 that just occurred."

What foul that was missed? Gitte screamed for Janice. What was going on?

"I'm sorry, Gitte, but on your first run you dropped a ball out of bounds. You just got the type one paddling for that. Now you get the type two paddle for the three balls you dropped just now."

"NOOOOO!!" Gitte screamed at Janice, but it wasn't any use. Janice was just walking away, and as hard as she tried, Gitte couldn't get her hands out of those tubes.

While Gitte struggled, Walter switched paddles and picked up the one with the holes. He took a couple of practice swings with it and was really astonished at the difference. The holes gave it much less wind resistance and it swung really easy.

Paddle in hand, Walter took a good look at his target. He had hit from Gitte's left side and most of the red paddle mark was on her left cheek. He decided he wanted to even her out, so Walter walked to the other side of Gitte and lined up his paddle. He would have to swing left handed from this side, but he figured he could still land a pretty good stroke.

Gitte was still struggling while Walter was setting up. She hadn't seen anything that he had done, nor had she seen him walk to her other side. Walter's left handed swing connected beautifully with Gitte's ass. There was a large "CRACK" sound when it impacted her cheeks. When the paddle came off, it left a deep crimson mark with six snow white circles behind.

The sergeant went from screaming and begging to dead silence. When the burn from the second spank hit, Gitte's mouth opened wide, and absolutely no sound came out. Well at least for a second or two. Then an ear-splitting scream split the night. Gitte's back bowed a bit, as her head pulled up as far as it could go. The sergeant shrieked to the heavens as she frantically tried to reach her rear end. She would give anything to be able to rub her butt.

Janice waited for the thrashing and screaming to die down before she continued. "And now folks of course the type three penalty for an unreported foul will be administered."

The only good thing about this announcement was that Gitte didn't hear it. Her ass burned and all she wanted to do was reach it. She tried and tried to pull her arms out, but they didn't budge.

As Gitte struggled, Janice pointed out the stripe on Gitte's ass from the previous game to Walter. Sure enough, even through both paddle marks, the stripe from that switch was clearly visible. It almost seemed like too much to stripe that incredibly red ass one more time. Almost.

Janice took the paddle from Walter and handed him the switch. While she did that, Walter gently put his hand on the mark left from the second paddle. It was so hot, Walter thought steam might come off it. Well, that ass was going to get even warmer in a minute.

Walter moved back to Gitte's left. He looked at the first stripe, and lined up his stroke. The referee wanted to come down at an angle so that his new stripe would cross the old one. Walter swung the stick a couple of times to get the feel of it. The whistling sound as it cut the air was a sign of what it was about to do to that poor, trapped behind.

When he was ready, Walter pulled the switch back over his head. It was lined up just where he wanted. He brought it back down, and it made that same whistling sound as it cut the air. Only this time it ended with a quiet sound like a breath being exhaled. No one in the crowd even heard the impact. Of course they did hear what came next.

The sound Gitte made defied description. It wasn't a shriek or a scream. It was simply primal. At that moment, Gitte wasn't aware of where she was. She wasn't aware of the bar, or that her hands were trapped, or that there was an audience. All Gitte was aware of was her ass.

She was on fire. Gitte really thought that someone was holding a match against her bottom. She thrashed and howled. Somewhere during this, Janice release her arms and Gitte's hands flew back to her behind. She rubbed it for a second, but then that contact only increased the burning. Another shriek was heard as Gitte jerked her hands back off her butt.

Janice watched the clock as Gitte continued to scream. After a while the woman stood up and began hopping around the stage. Her big tits were bouncing all over the place as she jumped. The burning in her butt let up a bit, and Gitte was able to begin rubbing her backside. She continued jumping up and down on the stage holding her ass, for well over a minute.

When the pain finally subsided, Gitte collapsed to her knees gasping. It took almost another minute, but Gitte did manage to stop panting and get to her feet. When she did, Janice simply pointed back to the bucket.

There in the bucket were the three balls that had fallen out her pussy. Gitte still had to get those three in the hole to complete the round. Gitte stumbled and almost fell. For a second, Janice was scared she would faint right on the stage. Janice was also trying to figure out what she would do if that happened.

Fortunately, Janice didn't have to solve that problem. Gitte stayed conscious and managed to walk over to the bucket. There were only three balls there. Gitte struggled to shut out the pain and focus on her task.

Gitte picked up a single ball and tried to push it into her ass. Carefully she used the other hand to pull her cheeks apart. It wasn't easy, since she had to make sure her hand didn't touch a part of her butt cheek that had been paddled or whipped. Gitte knew she wouldn't be able to stand the contact.

It took a bit, but Gitte was able to carefully get those three balls up inside her behind. A slow walk got her to the putting area, and another delicate operation began as she struggled to get those balls back out her asshole. A couple more shrieks escaped as contact was made with her damaged ass while she worked on getting those balls out of there.

When she was empty, Gitte made her last crawls to the hole. The last ball disappeared into the floor, and Gitte simply collapsed onto the stage. The clock stopped as Gitte lay there in a heap. Ruth glanced at the clock while everyone else watched to see if Gitte would get up. The penalties had really taken a toll on Gitte's time, to say nothing of the toll it had taken on her behind. The clock read 22:58.

Gitte did make it back to her feet, though Janice did have to help her off the stage. With Ruth still in first place, Sue Lynn prepared for her turn.

Sue Lynn walked over to the basket and took a deep breath. As she was walking a sound off to the side distracted her. The colonel looked over and the two twins were talking. Gertie was trying to help her sister recover, but all Gitte could do was rub her behind and keep saying "God, my ASS!" over and over. If Colonel Fairchild had not been concerned about taking a penalty before, she definitely was now.

As Sue Lynn reached into the bucket of balls her time started. The colonel had done the math while she had watched. If she could get 9 balls inside her holes, she could finish the round in three passes. If not, it would take four.

The first requirement was to get four balls up her ass. Sue Lynn pushed the first two through easily, but the third didn't want to go. After a few more seconds, the third golf ball did push through Sue Lynn's anus. However, as big as that ass was outside, it wasn't particularly spacious inside. There was no way Sue Lynn was going to get a fourth ball up her ass.

With that realization, Sue Lynn knew she'd have to make four runs. She grabbed four more balls and stuffed then in her snatch. The colonel thought about forcing a fifth one in, but there was no point. Either way, it would take four runs to complete the round.

Sue Lynn was able to make a pretty decent pace across the stage. With only seven ball up inside her, she wasn't that crowded. It was uncomfortable, but she easily made it to the putting area.

She had seen the foul that Gitte had gotten for dropping a ball, so Sue Lynn extracted hers carefully. The four in her vagina came out easily, and the other three pushed back out of her asshole pretty quickly. It was disgusting putting them in her mouth, but Sue Lynn shut that thought out of her head. Several seconds later, the last ball was in the hole and Sue Lynn was headed back to the start.

The next two passes went quickly. Sue Lynn stuffed her asshole and cunt with golf balls and took them to their destination. With 21 of 25 balls in the hole, Sue Lynn had a great time going.

Colonel Fairchild reached the bucket for the fourth time. It was then she realized she should have paid a little more attention to the details of the math. She was down to four golf balls. At most she could get three up her butt. That left one to go up her pussy. Sue Lynn had no illusions about the chance of that working. There was no way she would make it across the stage without that one ball falling out of her cunt.

The clock was running, and there was no time to sit and think, Sue Lynn decided to try two and two. The two golf balls were quickly stuffed into her rectum. The problem was the other two. One after the other, Sue Lynn pushed them as far as she possibly could into her vagina. Maybe if she packed them really tight, way up in there, they would stay put.

With the four balls stuffed inside, Sue Lynn carefully began walking across the stage. As she reached the half way point, she knew it was hopeless. Both balls were moving around inside her, and they were going to fall out. The colonel thought about going back to the starting point, but it was too far away to work. Desperately, she ran for the putting area. The colonel didn't get close. Both balls pushed through her flaps and bounced on the stage several steps before Sue Lynn reached the putting area.

Sue Lynn knew she was going to be paddled. Well Ruth had survived it and so would she. Gitte was a mess, but the sergeant was a wimp. And besides, she'd been whacked three times. Sue Lynn knew she'd only be paddled once. Like it or not, she'd have to take it and then continue the round as quickly as possible.

With that in mind, Sue Lynn emptied her ass and got the first ball in her mouth. Her stomach still churned a bit when she did that. That said, though, the colonel crawled over and dropped the ball in the hole. A few seconds later, the second one followed.

Knowing her time was running, Sue Lynn actually made a dash for the punishment area. As soon as she got there, she bent over the bar and grabbed the handles. She tried not to think about the way her huge, bare ass was sticking up into the air.

Walter wasn't sure which was more impressive, the size of that ass or the size of those tits. Both were amazing.

Well first things first. Walter reached under Sue Lynn and grabbed one of her boobs. Hanging down that way, he was able to get both hands wrapped around that enormous balloon. He gave it a bit of a squeeze as he pulled it into place. He also couldn't resist giving the nipple a little pull.

Sue Lynn felt her tit being manipulated. She was going to complain, but then it was released. The colonel was waiting to be paddled, when she felt the process begin to be repeated on her other boob.

"Come ON! My time is going. Just PADDLE ME!"

Walter heard Sue Lynn's complaint. He tried to comply with her request. He got the other tit into position quickly and grabbed his paddle. He stuck his hand between the woman's legs and felt inside her pussy for a few seconds. Then he moved his hand up that huge ass.

The referee just couldn't resist. That ass was so round and SO BIG!. He stuck his hand between the cheeks and put a finger against the hole. Walter pushed it in as hard as he could. He just had to see how far he could get a finger up that enormous butt.

Sue Lynn felt the fingers go into her vagina and then come out. Then the hand moved up her ass, and another finger found her asshole. She gritted her teeth when it went inside. The colonel needed the guy to finish and spank her so she could get on with the round. But the guy just continued to feel around inside her ass. And then Sue Lynn made one of the biggest mistakes of her entire life.

"COME ON ALREADY! Get out of my ASS and WHACK ME!"

"What?" Walter wasn't honestly sure what the woman had just snarled at him.

"Get the FUCK of my ASSHOLE and WHACK ME ALREADY!!"

Well, Walter heard that. If that was what the bitch wanted, that was what the bitch would get. Walter pulled his finger out of Sue Lynn's asshole, and picked up the paddle with the holes in it. Yep, if she wanted him to whack her ass, he would be more than happy to oblige.

Walter got a good grip on the paddle. The woman wanted a whack and he was going to give her one she'd never forget. The huge man wrapped both hands around the paddle. He tapped it on that big ass one time, and then he pulled it back like a baseball bat.

Sue Lynn's big butt was stuck up into the air perfectly. It was just a wonderful target. Walter swung that paddle as hard as he possibly could. When it struck that ass, it sounded like a gunshot. The impact was so solid, that the force of it almost jerked the paddle out of Walter's hands.

The entire Olympics were being filmed. Later when Tony and the others watched this part, they made sure to replay it in slow motion. When the paddle hit Sue Lynn's ass, the entire area was flattened completely. Not only that, but the flesh of her butt pushed so far through all six hole that for a split second it looked like six sausages pushing through the paddle.

Sue Lynn heard the sound an instant before her brain could register what had just happened to her bottom. Between the sound and the incredible burn, the colonel really did think she had been shot.

Colonel Fairchild's head snapped back and she screamed like a banshee. Her arms and legs thrashed as she simply writhed in pain. She couldn't believe how badly her ass HURT!

Janice came over and released Sue Lynn's hands. Her arms fell out of the tubes, but the colonel didn't move off the bar. She just hung there, shrieking to the heavens.