“Sarah and the Halloween Party”

(This is a story that was originally a commissioned work from luffy316. He created the character, Sarah, and the plot and outline of the events. I added a lot more to it and extended the story substantially. I added the very brutal one sidedness to it and extended the story from 5-6 pages to 16. He is a great writer and I recommend his work. I am actually waiting for him to produce another “Sarah” story for me! I’m sure he will deliver on his promise soon, he always does. I mostly like one sided beatdowns that involve a big breasted, slightly thick older woman, taking the brunt of the beatdown, such as the following. Again, the story is quite brutal and one sided, so if that type of story excites you, cheers. And enjoy my friends.

Sarah and her husband showed up right on time for the Halloween party, but there were already a number of guests pulled up around the house. Her husband had dressed as a mummy, taking the highbrow road in getting genuinely worn and dusty-looking cloth to wrap around himself. A rotten-looking mask covered most of his face, but left his mouth free for talking and eating. It was a party, after all.

Sarah's body type limited some of her choices for costumes, but her husband was quick to suggest something to go with his. The large breasted blonde was in her early 30s and was about 5’8, 150 lbs, with most of that weight coming from her humongous chest. She had found a good-looking Cleopatra outfit, tying back her long blond hair to fit under her very classy black wig and golden snake headpiece (both of which were speckled with glitter). She had similarly cheesy gold bracelets, anklets over her sparkly sandals, and a pendant down into her deep cleavage.

The white robe/dress was a bit under what she preferred, but she made it work with a little bit of scissors work for a longer line up the thigh and down the cleavage. She had to wear a white bikini top under that to keep from popping right out. It had the unplanned effect of making her bosom even bouncier and perkier than usual. Of course her husband said it looked great, which was enough flattery for her to forget about any of his past problems or involvement with her nephew's mischief.

The party went on pleasantly enough. Sarah got lots of attention from the men of the place, complimenting her outfit in particular. She adored the attention but always found a way to slip away from their prying eyes. The house was busy with other bodies, and it was hard for the big girl to avoid bouncing something soft off of somebody else. Many men were scolded by their wives for getting caught staring at Sarah’s body or copping a cheap feel on her ass. Sarah did not make a big deal about it. With a smile, she thought, “boys will be boys”. She finally reached and put her hand on the shoulder of the mummy in front of her.

"It's getting pretty wild in here, eh, handsome?" she joked, while grabbing his waist and kissing his neck in a seductive manner. The mummy suddenly turned around. He was minus a mask, and so clearly not her husband. "OH! Excuse me!" she excused with a deep blush. "I thought you were my husband!"
"Play your cards right and I could be," the other man snickered with a smile. Sarah’s mouth formed an “O” shape, which displayed her pearly white teeth. “You are so bad!”, she laughed, while holding his shoulders to hold her balance. His cock grew hard as a rock after the mildly, intimate contact. The two laughed it off and she split away from him to mingle some more.

Sarah mostly spent her time with the other local single couples, so she couldn't have known the mummy. Or his wife, Heather, who had seen the whole thing from across the room. And Sarah couldn't have known that Heather had two very particular things: a temper, and a lot of friends.

Sarah was picking at some of the desserts when Heather, slightly shorter than Sarah, came up to her, dressed in a long black dress that flowed like her long brown hair. She was a thin, pale woman, attractive in her own right, but her conversational expression did its best to hide her bitterly jealous looks at Sarah's figure. The very curves Sarah bemoaned to her husband, Heather coveted. "There you are! The queen of the party!" the witch chimed to the Egyptian garbed housewife.

Sarah giggled and struck a goofy Egyptian pose with her arms arched, too flattered to be concerned just yet.
"Well we haven't had the pleasure of meeting before! I'm Heather Stockman, and if you want, we ladies were just meeting out back for a drink and a chat."
"Oh, I don't drink," Sarah insisted, but she noticed that Heather was already urging her towards the back door. Sarah teetered around in her gold sandals.
“We insist,” Heather hissed through her grinning teeth, opening the door and shoving Sarah out past the glass. As soon as the big blond stumbled outside, she was slammed in her soft belly by a broomstick. She doubled over and gave a heavy grunt as she clutched her gut, falling to her knees breathless as Heather followed her out and locked the door behind them. Heather also flicked on the light switches outside, which lit the deck and the whole yard like a football field.

She gasped and coughed pathetically as Heather stepped in front of her, hissing angrily as she pointed at her face. "You listen here. You stay away from my man, you fatass whore!" Sarah tried to babble out an apology or an explanation, anything at all, but she couldn't get the air to stay in her lungs long enough to form the words. So instead, Heather grabbed a nearby flower pot and smashed it over her head. The wig did nothing to dull the impact of the heavy clay and dirt, her head snapping down before groggily bobbing back into place. Heather then stomped Sarah’s curvy body into the wooden deck with her black boots. She kicked Sarah in her large chest and in her stomach as hard as she could. “Ohh, stop...w-what--”, Sarah tried to get a word out, but failed miserably, as Heather kept kicking her fleshy, tanned body.

The trio of women laughed at her humiliating pain. Heather then pulled Sarah up by the hair, holding her steady on her knees. The dizzy blond suddenly snapped out of her haze by a spinning kick to the face. Amanda was Heather's old college roommate, a tall brunette and a fairly accomplished amateur kickboxer as well. Her Xena: Warrior Princess outfit showed off her fit figure nicely, even if she didn't fill out the breastplate as much as Sarah might have. The breast envy put an extra bit of force behind her kick that showed just how solid those leather boots really were.

The boot to the head sent Sarah spinning almost completely around and flopping onto her stomach on the back deck, just out of sight of the rest of the guests still inside. Sarah tried to pull herself back to her feet when Heather's other friend dressed as a sexy police officer raised the broomstick, swinging it to smack across Sarah's big jiggling ass. Liz was younger than the other housewives, but she quickly fit in with the other women. So she grinned madly as she paddled Sarah with the broomstick head. Sarah finally managed a shriek as her full cheeks wobbled and her tailbone was rattled.

"That's what you get, you thieving cunt!" Liz snapped at her before she swung the broomstick overhead. The wooden handle smashed across Sarah's chubby back, cracking it in half and knocking the blond tits-first back onto the deck. Her breasts swelled and threatened to pop up out of her bikini top, which itself already spilled out over her top. The dirt from the pot and splinters from the broomstick splashed over her face and were beginning to pool up in her cleavage, irritating her tanned skin. “Oh my God, why are you doing this?”, Sarah cried out.

Her question was ignored and the three women then viciously ripped and pulled Sarah’s white robe off of her sexy body. Sarah was too weak to put up any sort of offense as she was left in her extremely tight white bikini that looked to be at least 2 or 3 sizes too small. The onlookers let out a soft gasp as they were somewhat stunned with how large Sarah’s breasts were and how tiny Sarah’s bikini bottoms were, as you could see the outline of her pussy lips. “Nice outfit, you fat skank”, Liz muttered under her breath. “Yeah, wear something your own size you dumb bitch”, Heather added. Sarah still had on her wig, crown, and sparkly gold sandals and still looked stunning. Seeing how feminine and attractive Sarah was made the three assailants feel less attractive, thus further fueling their rage.

Amanda grabbed half of the broomstick, taking each end in one hand. She stepped behind Sarah and pulled back on it, digging the stick into her throat and pulling her back upright. The Cleopatra themed blonde choked noisily, grabbing and fumbling for the stick that cut off her breathing. Amanda propped her up by it, letting her thick legs stagger for balance as Heather stepped in front of her and sank her fist into her soft belly. "UNNNNNNHH!" Sarah moaned, as her thick tummy and breasts wobbled from the blow, forcing her to splash a sudden outburst of spittle over herself. Sarah’s bikini top was reinforced with wiring, thereby serving as a push-up top, which made her gigantic breasts stick out like watermelons.

She had a moment to cough weakly before several more furious punches dug into her tender stomach. Heather could not stop punching Sarah’s curvy, tanned body, as the raging witch yelled obscenities at Sarah after each blow to her midsection. Sarah let out a very feminine yelp every time Heather punched her. The smaller Heather walked really close right up to Sarah so that their breasts were touching, with Sarah’s nearly tripling that of Heather’s. Heather whispered into Sarah’s ear how much of a whore she was and then KNEED her in her spandex clad crotch as hard as she could. “Ohhhhhh...my God..”, Sarah cried out.

Heather kneed her about eight more times in her crotch, with Sarah feebly trying to cover her crotch with her hands to massage her aching pussy lips. Heather would just swat her hands away and knee her pubic bone even harder. “Oh….oh God...please….stop..”, Sarah moaned in between the blows. “Aww, how does your pussy feel? It’s used to seeing a lot of action, isn’t it, you fat slut”, Heather whispered right in Sarah’s face.. Heather and Liz then both made Egyptian poses to mock Sarah’s pose from earlier, as they laughed hysterically.

Amanda got sick of holding the shovel against Sarah’s throat, so she threw that aside. “My turn to kick her ass”. Heather swapped places with Amanda, as she helped up Sarah by her wig covered hair and stood right behind her. “Keep still, don’t move!”, Heather barked into Sarah’s ear. Sarah was terrified with what more torment these angry women had in store for her.

“Get ready for this Barbie!” Amanda punched Sarah hard in her face. She alternated between punching her in her left cheek and her right cheek. The punches were very hard as Sarah “yelped” with each crack to her delicate and gorgeous face. “Bammm”, a left hook to Sarah’s right eye. “WHACK!”, another right hook to Sarah’s left eye, which was sure to leave a shiner in the morning. “WHACK”, “BAMMM”, “CRACK!”. Amanda punched Sarah as hard as she could all over her face, including in her eyes, nose, and forehead. Sarah fell on her ass, and then lay sprawled out on the deck. Amanda shook her fists to help relieve the stinging pain in her fingers and knuckles from hitting Sarah’s face. “Ouch, punching this slut’s face in is hard work”, Amanda shouted, generating laughs from her cohorts.

Liz and Heather both picked the tanned bikini clad barbie up, each grabbing a handful of hair and an arm, to hold her upright for Amanda to continue her ass kicking. Amanda then punched her in her giant bust, her white bikini offering no protection. Each time Sarah let out a soft and sexy moan, Amanda would hit her even harder.

The girls cheered Amanda on “That’s right Amanda, deflate those oversized cow tits”, Liz ordered. “Fucking pop those things. Let’s pull them off her slutty body”, Heather insisted through gritted teeth.” Amanda continued to punch Sarah’s breasts, eliciting very loud shrieks from Sarah. Sarah’s tits bounced all over the place from the brutal punching. Liz even stomped her sneaker clad foot onto Sarah’s gold glittery sandals. Sarah was in unspeakable pain from every part of her body. Amanda then latched onto Sarah’s breasts. She squeezed them like a sponge. Sarah’s mouth formed an “o” shape, as she was unable to scream due to the pain in her chest. Sarah stood on her tippy toes to help ease any kind of pain, since her arms were being held by the other two women. Amanda continued to maul the large breasts, clawing, scratching, squeezing, twisting. “Ohhhhhhhhh….fuckkk”, Sarah cried, tears forming on her eyes.

Amanda pulled her skin tight top down under the base of her large tits to give her more of a target to work with. She latched on to both breasts again, grabbing a handful of breast meat with each hand. She then pulled her breasts away from Sarah’s body, as if she were trying to pull the tits right off of her chest. Sarah winced. “Ohhhh….shiit!! Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Puhhlease...just stop!”

“Yeah right princess. You have a long night ahead of you, so get used to getting your fucking shit bags flattened. We are gonna destroy every part of your fat, slutty body bitch!”, Liz screamed into Sarah’s ear. Amanda put Sarah’s white top back up to cover her breasts. “God, this fucking top is so damn tight! Why do you have to dress like a damn hooker?”, Amanda asked rhetorically. She then childishly pulled Sarah’s top several inches away from her breasts, only to let it snap back against them, instantly reddening her luscious mammaries even further, and eliciting another yelp from their captive. All Sarah could think about was freeing her arms to rub her aching orbs.

Heather could smell the very feminine perfume scents from Sarah’s neck as she held her and for some reason, that spurned her to fuck up the curvy blonde Cleopatra up even more. “Hold on girls. Hold on for a second.” Heather spun the taller, tanned Sarah around so that she was facing her. “Come on. Fight me one on one bitch! If you beat me, you can leave. Let’s go!”

Sarah was very weak and tried to stand straight, her humongous double E chest threatening to burst through the white spandex bikini top. “Please, no more. I don’t wanna fight you, I just want to leave and go home.”
“You kiss my man on the neck and then show your big fucking tits off to all the men, while smelling like a French whore! Now you want to leave. I don’t think so!”, Heather hissed. Sarah put up a boxer’s stance, but as she was doing so, Liz decided to punt Sarah right in her twat from behind. “Damn, I think my boot actually went up that gaping hole of hers!”, Liz cackled. “Unnnnhhh”, Sarah covered her crotch in pain. Heather walked up to Sarah and grabbed a two handed grip on Sarah’s black wig, after she had slapped the headpiece off of her head. “Let’s take this silly wig off your fucking head you two bit whore!”, Heather shrieked. Heather was pulling hard and trying to yank the wig off. The only problem with that was Sarah had on a special kind of wig. This thick, curly black haired wig was professionally applied with a special type of glue that could only come off with warm water.

“Ohh….oh my...stop...your pulling my hair out...Ohhh…” Sarah was on her tippy toes as Heather was yanking Sarah’s head upward, confused to why the wig was not easily being pulled off. “Come on slut! Fight back, you fucking weak bimbo”, Heather muttered as she was tugging and pulling as hard as she could. Sarah weakly put her hands to Heather’s hands, trying to pull her hands away.

Heather headbutted Sarah onto her ass on the deck. Sarah was now splayed out on her ass, her legs spread wide and her cameltoe bulged through her tight bikini underwear. “Get ready you fat slut. This is gonna hurt a little bit. But I could use a work out for today!”, Liz chuckled and sat behind Sarah, while putting her feet on the blonde’s shoulders and grabbing two thick handfuls of her wig.
Liz was very strong and came up with a clump of black and blonde hair. Liz held the hair out in the air, as if displaying a trophy and smiled. “Looks like she put a lot of time and effort into getting her ‘hair did’, just for us to rip it all out.”

“Mmmm, that looks soo fun Liz”. Amanda, not one to be left out, straddled Sarah’s curvy body and slapped her several times in the face. Her palish skin contrasted deliciously with Sarah’s tanned, practically naked body. Sarah’s legs flailed up and down. “Take that you fucking cow!”, Amanda shrieked after bitch slapping her as hard as she possibly could. And Amanda hit fucking HARD. Sarah’s cheeks literally had handprints engraved in them.

She then reached down and latched onto Sarah’s thick Cleopatra wig, yanking up, effectively pulling Sarah upright. “Girls, let’s all make a wish. Come grab some, it’s so thick and pwitty, just like her slutty body. She is NOT going to like this wish one bit.” The girls didn’t have to be told twice and all three were yanking as hard as they could. “I wish I can come kick this whore’s ass every day”, Liz hissed. “I wish we can pull her big fat tits right off her body and then stuff them in her cock sucking mouth!”, Heather shouted while wrapping strands of Sarah’s hair around her two fists. “Hmm, those are some good wishes”, Amanda replied, slightly out of breath from the constant tugging of Sarah’s thick hair.

Sarah was wailing and screaming at the top of her lungs, begging and pleading for them to stop their brutality. “EEEiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihhh….omigod...omigod….puhhh leasseee..”, Sarah begged and vainly tried to pry the three pairs of hands away from her Goddess like head of hair. “Aww, poor..fucking..baby!”, Heather screamed. “Make a wish girls!”, Liz sadistically joked. And then…. RIIIIIIPPPPPPP….Amanda was the first to pull her handful out, followed by Heather, and then Liz. Sarah winced, and let out a series of moans. Because of the wig and her blonde hair the hair strands were a mix of black and blonde. “Oops...did I just do that?”, Heather asked while holding a clump of Sarah’s hair. She then bent over and while the hair strands lay in her right hand, she blew the strands back in Sarah’s face to further embarrass her.

Heather reached over and wanted to yank out another. She hated Sarah and everything about her thick, curvy body. She wanted to destroy all of her feminine attributes. Heather secured a two handed grip on her hair, pulling her to a standing position and then stomped down on her sparkly gold sandals, grinding her boots hard into Sarah’s foot. She followed that up with another hard knee into Sarah’s twat. The other two girls even winced at that blow to Sarah’s crotch, as they heard the “crunch” sound it made as it connected with her pubic bone. No sound came from Sarah’s mouth, just a huge “O” expression, as the pain coursed through her sensitive crotch. Heather kneed her over and over again in her pussy, while maintaining the strong grip to her Cleopatra wig, and making eye contact. “You won’t be fucking anyone for a while there princess.”, Heather spat, fueled by her immense jealousy.

After about 20 knees to Sarah’s pussy, which was starting to bleed as a result of such savagery, Sarah collapsed to her knees, holding and massaging her spandex clad crotch while moaning softly. Heather held on to Sarah’s hair and then started to pull out clumps of her hair again! She was on a mission to ruin Sarah’s looks. She would yank upward as hard as she could, come out with a small clump of black and blonde hair, throw it aside, and reach down for another clump. The other girls felt left out and soon, six hands were reaching into Sarah’s thick, wig covered hair and pulling out clump after clump. Sarah had such thick, curly, beautiful hair, that there was enough to go around for everyone to pull out as much as they wanted. Sarah cried, and moaned, wincing with each yank and tug.

“Think these men are gonna want to fuck your bimbo ass after we bald you, you two bit skank?”, Amanda asked. Sarah was sobbing uncontrollably now, while massaging her scalp feverishly and checking to make sure she had some hair left. “Unnnnnnnn…..puhhlease...stoppp.”
The women pulled several more handfuls of her thick hair out as they seemed to be even more motivated to hurt Sarah, as she cried and begged for them to stop. After about 5 minutes of vicious hairpulling, the girls took a breather. They stuffed the hair they had pulled out right in Sarah’s mouth until Sarah’s mouth was full of hair. Sarah was coughing, trying to spit out the hair. Liz then latched onto Sarah’s giant breasts and pulled her up to her feet, while maintaining the death grip to her aching udders. Liz, dressed as the cop, then followed this up with a VICIOUS punch to Sarah’s plump pussy lips, knocking Sarah down to her knees. “You must feel right at home, SLUT, right on your knees like the man stealing whore that you are!”

Heather was still enraged with Sarah kissing her man’s neck, however. So, as Sarah was rubbing her aching scalp and massaging her womanhood, she reached down to grab another huge handful of Sarah’s hair. “Please...no more...I can’t take it...you're killing me”, Sarah begged pathetically. Through gritted teeth, Heather pulled Sarah to her feet. Then, she ordered the taller, busty blonde to walk forward. Sarah did as she was told, as she was led like a dog. Heather stopped in front of a huge stainless steel grill. Sarah knew what was coming, but was too weak and pathetic to mount any kind of defense. Heather smashed Sarah’s face right on to the 3 foot wide grill.
Heather had a strong grip on Sarah’s thick hair and continued to smash Sarah’s face into the grill while holding onto Sarah’s left wrist. “Unnhh….Unnhh….Unnhh...Unnhh...Unnhh”, Sarah sexily moaned in between blows.

Rose had heard the commotion while picking through the fridge for a drink, and was a rather skinny and flat woman dressed as a hula dancer for the party. She didn't know why the women were beating the defenseless blonde senseless, but she really didn't care; she wanted in on it. She barely knew Sarah, and had grown to hate her just through seeing her at the party, underdressed in that skanky excuse for a costume that shoved her tits in every man in the room's face.

“How did the fat skank end up with her underwear on?”, Rose asked. “We caught her trying to steal my husband and saw him kiss his neck, so we decided to beat her ass and teach her a lesson”, Heather responded. “I see”, replied Rose, meekly.

Sarah’s face was badly bruised and had a fat and bloody lip from the abuse. Heather turned Sarah around so her back was resting on the large grill. Her double E breasts bulged obscenely, swelling and making them appear even larger than usual. Rose looked at the three assailants. “May I have a turn with her?”, Rose asked politely. “She’s all your hun. Have a blast with her. Just don’t kill her”, Liz chimed in.

“Hold on, wait a second. I’m not quite done yet”, Heather coldly interjected. Sarah put her hands up in defense, afraid of what more Heather was going to do to her. Heather then reached down into Sarah’s tiny spandex bottoms and clawed her privates with her right hand. Sarah was on her tippy toes in anguish. She felt around and found her clit, in which she twisted and pulled, and pinched that into mush. Heather stood facing Sarah while torturing her so she could look at Sarah’s pained expression as she continued to tear apart her pussy.
“Dammmn girlfriend. That bitch definitely won’t be fucking ANYONE for a loooong time”, Amanda chirped out.

“How...does..this..feel...slut? Getting your nasty pussy torn to pieces”, Heather whispered into Sarah’s face. Heather then switched hands, shoving her right hand into Sarah’s mouth, forcing her to lick her own pussy juices. “Mmmmphhhhh”, Sarah groaned as she was being further humiliated.

Heather reached with her left hand to get back into Sarah’s pussy, but she closed her legs to try to prevent it from happening and covered her crotch with her hands. Heather instead stuck both hands (index fingers and thumbs) into Sarah’s mouth. She effectively fish hooked the busty bombshell, as it looked like she was trying to rip Sarah’s mouth apart. Sarah’s pearly white teeth were on display during all of this. “Ahhhhhhhh….ahhhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhh”, she moaned in agony. “Wow, you can fit a bunch of cocks in there huh miss cleopatra?”, Amanda taunted. Sarah put her hands to Heather’s to try to pry her grip away from her mouth. This was the opening Heather was looking for and snuck her left hand back into Sarah’s bikini bottoms. She then stuck a couple fingers into her pussy and scraped her vaginal walls. Sarah was screaming at the top of her lungs now. “Oh….my pussy..puhhh lease stop.” This incited Heather even more and pinched the insides of Sarah’s crotch as hard as she could, causing Sarah to stand on her tippy toes again. “Eeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii….”, Sarah shrieked. Heather took her hand out of Sarah’s pussy and then PUNCHED Sarah as hard as she could in each of her breasts. Sarah banged against the grill after the vicious punches and slumped down to her ass, her legs spread wide. Heather then turned to Rose. “Now she’s all yours”.

Heather, Amanda, and Liz told Rose they were going to take a break and go inside for a drink or two. Poor Sarah. Her night was not over yet. There were more jealous women in the house that wanted to take their anger out on the oversized Barbie doll. As Heather, Liz, and Amanda walked toward the sliding door to go inside, the ladies turned around and saw Rose raise her wine cooler bottle, stepping back so that she could shatter it over Sarah's head. She gave a brief grunt of pain, left to stagger clumsily as her wits and breath left her from the beating. Her costume and bra were soaked and almost see-through from the alcohol soaking into her skin and clothes. Her nipples protruded through her top and her pussy lips were very visible.

While the three girls went inside to take a breather from destroying Sarah, more women came outside to see what was going on. The men stayed back and watched, while the women surrounded Sarah. “Well, well, well”, one 20-something red headed woman said while walking toward Sarah. “Look at the size of these fucking balloons. It would be a shame if someone were to POP these shitbags”, the red headed woman Jamie growled, and began to latch onto and CLAW Sarah’s breasts. Sarah winced, while weakly trying to pry the angry woman’s hands off of her large chest. Jamie then pulled Sarah’s soaked top down under her breasts so she could have an even bigger target to destroy.

“Wow, that’s gotta hurt. But she deserves everything she gets”, Rose shouted. “God damn Barbie, these things are like fucking basketballs”, Rose said with disgust and a tinge of jealousy to the bare breasted blonde. And with that, Rose grabbed Sarah’s left breast with a two handed grip. She twisted and squeezed her gigantic mammary like she was trying to squeeze juice out of an overgrown grapefruit. “Ohhhhhhh...someone please help meee”, Sarah begged, as her mangled breasts were starting to become slightly discolored.

Rather than getting the help she had hoped for, Jamie latched onto Sarah’s right breast! She stomped her shoe onto Sarah’s gold sparkly sandal to keep her still while literally trying rip her breast right off of her chest! Sarah’s mouth was wide open in agony, unable to get a coherent sentence out, as the pain overwhelmed her. All four hands were busy twisting, pulling, clawing, squeezing, and simply mauling the busty woman’s most precious assets. Sarah was a blubbering mess, with tears streaming down her face, ruining her makeup and eyeshadow. The attackers enjoyed the feeling of Sarah’s fleshy breast meat in their fingers.

After 3 minutes of the cruel breast torture, the girls’ hands were getting sore from the constant squeezing and pulling of Sarah’s massive breasts. Sarah was still leaning against the huge grill, as she used the free time to put her hands on her breasts to make sure they were still attached.
While, Rose and Jamie were taking a breather, a couple of other girls came forward. Both looked really young, probably 19 or 20 years old. One of them said, “Oh my God. I have an idea!” That girl, Janice, who was attractive but somewhat flat chested and skinny, whispered something into Rose’s ear. Rose’s mouth opened up wide in excitement, and then whispered into Jamie’s ear. Jamie smiled and then laughed while looking at the flat chested girl. “Wow that is a fucked up idea….But I like it”. Sarah was oblivious of their plotting and was still licking her wounds and pulling her bra back up to cover up her chest.

Sarah looked up to see Rose, Jaimie, and two other girls coming towards her and put her hands up in defense. “Stay away from me. What the fuck is --”, and before Sarah could finish her sentence, Rose punched her in the face, instantly reddening her left cheek. Jamie followed up with a very hard punch to her gut. “Ooooof”, Sarah moaned. Rose pinched her spandex clad pussy, twisting her vaginal lips in every possible direction and eliciting a satisfying yelp from the woman. “Wow, she has some plump lips. I bet all the men she’s fucked love that”, Rose grumbled while continuing to scratch and rake her nails all over Sarah’s sensitive female parts. Sarah let out a silent scream, as her mouth formed an “o” shape, but no sound came out. Sarah put her hands on Rose’s death grip over her crotch to try to pry her hands off of her. After a couple of minutes of this pussy torture, Rose removed her grip to give her tired hand a break.

One of the girls on the left side of the grill opened up the lid and pulled it all the way back. Janice grabbed the lid on the opposite side of her. Before Sarah could reach down to massage the searing pain in her pussy lips, Jamie and Rose then grabbed Sarah by her hair and arms and spun her around so she was facing the grill. Sarah was squirming and trying to break free from the hold they had on her. The male spectators on the deck were whistling and making catcalls as they saw Sarah’s fat, but sexy ass on display covered in her extremely tight, white bikini bottoms. Her ass and hips were swaying back and forth, further exciting the men, much to the disappointment of their wives.
“Oh please, please don’t”, Sarah whimpered as they pushed Sarah forward and then lowered her so her glistening breasts were resting on the grid grates. Her breasts practically covered the whole area of the grilling surface. “Get ready for this SLUT ”, Janice snarled right into her face. Sarah moaned to herself and closed her eyes right before Janice SLAMMED the lid down on Sarah’s enormous pair of tits. Ouch!. Sarah winced and then moaned to herself in agony. “Oh God...my boobs...oh my God...oh my God”, she whimpered. All the girls and even guys watching cringed and gasped at Sarah having her breasts crushed by the angry young women. But they cheered them on anyway, encouraging their sadistic behavior. “How do those cow tits feel now?”, Rose hissed in Sarah’s ear while her and Rose held her in place. “That’s it, flatten those fat silicone sacks”, one random wife shouted in the background, falsely assuming her breasts were fake.
Sarah felt like her breasts were going to pop any minute from the intense pressure of the girls pushing down the grill lid as if they were trying to completely deform and mishap Sarah’s double E mounds. “OooooOOooooOOooo”, Sarah moaned in the most feminine and helpless way possible. Sarah moaned like she was having a sexual orgasm, but rather it was a moan of sheer anguish.

“Sounds like she’s about to cum, the way she’s crying”, Rose said. “We must not be hurting her hard enough if that’s the case”, one wife shouted. This wife, angry that her husband had been drooling over Sarah’s ass a few moments ago decided to have some fun of her own. The short, angry wife walked over to Sarah and stood right of her. “A little stuck are we hunny?”, the wife, Cara, taunted while bending over to Sarah’s right cheek. She then grabbed a thick chunk of Sarah’s wig covered hair, and yanked her head back, as she winced from the sharp pain in her scalp. “Well bitch, you haven’t felt shit yet! We are gonna POP those fat slutty things dangling on your chest that you call breasts”, Cara hissed. Cara tells the girls holding the lid to move out of the way. Then, in an act of sheer brutality, Cara JUMPED on the grill lid! The angry wife’s full weight was now on top of the lid, further crushing Sarah’s chest. “Unnhhh”, Sarah moaned. “Get offff….oh my god...you're gonna kill meeee”.

While Cara was sitting on the grill, Sarah’s breasts felt like they were going to explode any second. Sarah was very weak and feebly tried pushing Cara off of the lid, but Rose and Jaimie quickly put a stop to that as they each grabbed an arm and pulled them to Sarah’s sides. Janice, not one to be left out, decided to get a two handed grip on Sarah’s tight bikini bottoms and pull them all the way up, giving Sarah a painful wedgie. The spandex material cut into Sarah’s plump labia and then her ass. Because Sarah could not free her arms, she was helpless to defend herself and could do nothing about her bikini bottoms being pulled all the way up to her trapped tits. Sarah was moving her sparkly sandals up to a tippy toe position to alleviate any pain she could, but it was useless.
The bikini bottoms became a thong as Janice continued to dig and tear the thong into her sensitive slits and eventually it resembled a thin piece of dental floss split between her tanned, thick luscious ass, while her breasts continued to throb from the pain of being crushed.

Meanwhile, a whis woman looked at Cara and towards Sarah. “May I join you up there?”, the young housewife asked. “Sure, there is room for one more”, Cara replied. The woman jumped and clapped with joy, while Sarah just moaned in anguish. The angry wife climbed up and sat on the lid, putting over 200 lbs of pressure pushing downward on the curvy blonde’s chest. “Uhhhgghh”, Sarah moaned and then babbled incoherently. “How the fuck does that feel, you fat whore”, the angry housewife barked. The woman then grabbed a two handed grip on Sarah’s beautiful hair and PULLED upward. “Ohhhh migod...ooomigod...omigod”, Sarah shrieked, while the wife tugged and pulled upward. Sarah was feeling pain in so many body parts besides her breasts; from the sadistic girl pulling her thong into her pussy lips, to the jealous housewife yanking and tugging on her thick scalp. She just wanted to pass out to escape this hell. Sarah’s thong snapped against her lower back after Janice finally released it due to her biceps and wrists starting to hurt.

The sliding door suddenly slid open and the three original assailants (Heather, Liz, and Amanda) came back on the deck. All three were dying in laughter, while hooting and hollering and shouting obscenities to the trapped barbie. They dumped cans and bottles of beer on the trapped sexpot, completely soaking her body with booze, while they scratched Sarah’s inner thighs and ass. Heather ordered the girls to spread Sarah’s legs apart so she could give her a running punt in the crotch from behind. Amanda insisted she kick her since she was an amateur kickboxer. “Be my guess girl”, Heather replied with a smile.
“It looks like the cock sucking slut is almost passed out”, one female bystander hissed. “Well, not for long”, Amanda responded. Amanda got a running start and kicked her so hard in the twat that she PUSHED Sarah forward, knocking the grill backwards and causing the two girls sitting on the grill to hop off!. Sarah howled in complete anguish from that brutal kick that connected flush with her pubic bone. She dangled her legs up and down, her gorgeous ass was sticking out as she was now laying on top of the fallen grill. The only good thing for Sarah was that her double E chest was now free as the lid was wide open. She could not figure out which feminine anatomy to massage first, her swelling tits that looked purple in color from the cut off of circulation or her pulsating pussy lips. Sarah was really dizzy and was begging and pleading for them to stop. The girls picked her up and leaned her against the wooden railing.

The women laughed at her stupefied expression, especially when Heather shoved her in her bulging boobs and knocked her over the edge of the railing. She flailed to try and keep her balance, but the top-heavy blonde tumbled back over the porch and landed with a rustling crash in the bushes. With the door left open, several more women had gathered to watch and join in on the laughter. The men and other ladies inside assumed it to be just someone telling a joke or the women running around the backyard like children, rather than giving Sarah the pounding of a lifetime.

Sarah crawled out of the shrubs on all fours, sticky with booze, broken glass, mud, sticks and leaves. Her bra was torn to the point of being in tatters, and as she scrambled through the grass like the cow she was being called it simply tore open and let her jugs spill out into the open air.

"Coming back for more, you fat Barbie doll?" Heather snapped down at her, just before Liz grabbed her by the hair, Sarah giving a pathetic whine as tears and drool ran from her pretty but distorted face. "Wash that pig off!" called one of the newcomers, cuing the vengeful witch to lift and shove Sarah's face into the birdbath. Her naked tits hung out over the edge of the ornamental basin, and the stagnant water splashed over her face and chest.

It was also quite shallow, so the splash was brief before her face bounced off the stone bottom. Heather held her under the decorative puddle as Sarah flailed helplessly and spat bubbles up to the surface with her muffled screams.

"How dumb a blond do you have to be to drown in a birdbath?" cackled Liz. Sarah managed to catch her hands on the edge of the birdbath and pull her face up, gasping loudly and spitting out the stale water. She clung onto it desperately to stay above the surface of the shallow pool, but Rose and another partygoer grabbed her by the ankles and pulled back.

"NOOOOOO!" Sarah wailed pathetically, hanging onto the lawn ornament tightly enough that her lower half was lifted off the ground. The two women pulled her legs wide apart.
Sarah wriggled pathetically to try and get free, but her lifted body made her an easy target for Heather to swing her foot up, kicking her squarely in the pussy. Sarah gave a high-pitched gasp and let go of the birdbath, landing on her face and tits in the dirt. The women swarmed over her, even the other partygoers getting in on the act of clawing and kicking and slapping at her as they seemingly tried to stomp the busty barbie doll into the ground. One of the girls ripped the thong right off her body and then tore it to shreds.

The women finally looked down at their naked victim, covered in scratches, dirt and bruises over her tanned and chubby body. Sarah could barely keep her eyes open, a groaning mess on the grass laid out flat on her back.

"Look at this fucking pig," scoffed Amanda, standing over her and giving her a kick in her belly. "She's so filthy she keeps getting my boots dirty!"
"Let me fix that!" One of the random party goers pulled the garden hose loose, cranking it up and spraying her down with the hose. Sarah gave a shriek at the blast of water hit her, her nipples quickly sticking out from the chilling sensation. Her blond hair stuck to her face while the stream aimed more specifically for her chest. Her breasts bounced and distorted as Rose turned up the pressure, the impact pressing hard on her bust and leaving shallow bruises across her tits.

"Stop! Stoooop!" Sarah wailed pleadingly, the women's' laughter overpowering her voice. All it succeeded in doing was giving the women another target, as the hose's handler raised it to blast into her mouth. She gagged and thrashing spastically as her cheeks were puffed out and stung from the high pressure water squirting up her nose and mouth like a carnival game.

"There! Fat Barbie's all shiny and new!" Liz laughed as they turned off the hose, leaving Sarah a wet ruined lump in the lawn.
"Oh perfect. Now we don't have to get our shoes dirty," Heather grinned, stepping on top of Sarah's soft belly. Sarah gave a choked gasp as her stomach was bent in by the pressure, beating and grabbing at the ground desperately as she realized that the witch's dress concealed that she was wearing high heeled boots underneath. The others laughed at the sight, and Heather held out a hand to Amanda. She helped her get up and balance on her stomach with her, adding a second adult's body to the painful and crushing weight on her soft gut.

The women were soon making a game of it, seeing how many they could pile up on top of her at once before someone slipped on her wet skin or bumped into someone else. Liz helped them break their record with the four on her belly and tits, and then her standing on Sarah's crotch. She kept trying to make choking screams, but wasn't able to get the air out with the women squashing in her midsection.

By the time they got tired of it, they were all laughing their asses off and Sarah's chest and stomach were covered in footprints, boot prints, bruises and scrapes from the various footwear. Heather dragged her by the hair with the help of her girlfriends, lifting up the naked blond to prop her up by her shoulders.

Heather shoved her finger into her face, poking one of her plump reddened cheeks. "And don't you EVER fuck with me or my man again!" she snarled before gesturing behind her. Three of the partying women grabbed her by the legs and hips, lifting up their "Fat Barbie" and shoving her head down into the miniature basketball hoop that the hostess' son used in the yard. It creaked and bent for a moment before it collapsed to the ground, letting Sarah land skull first on the grass and falling limp with an entire basketball hoop around her neck.

"Leave her. She'll smell food or cock and wake up, the fat slut."

Sarah dizzily opened her eyes, some time later. The party was still going, but no one seemed to be out by her. Overhead there was some lighter laughter, and she looked up to make you a few of the men in the second floor window watching and snickering at her.

"Had a bit too much to drink, eh?" called her husband, though she could only tell by his voice due to her blurry vision and watery eyes.
Sarah moaned and managed to come to just enough to manage a loose belch, spitting up a bit of the hose water.
"That's my wife," he smiled, shaking his head and heading back downstairs to collect head. "Always getting into some sort of trouble."