Chapter 3

Maya’s grip tightened on Christine’s nipple, twisting it until the president howled, the sharp pain shooting straight to her throbbing pussy. The gravy still burned between her legs, a sticky, scalding mess clinging to her hairy folds, while the whipped cream had melted into a cold, slimy film that dripped down her thighs. Christine’s body shook, her mind a whirlwind of shame and unwanted heat, every insult from the girls carving deeper into her fractured pride. She was the fucking President, reduced to a naked, leaking slut in a grimy diner, surrounded by kids who owned her now.

‘On your knees, you old white pig,’ Maya snarled, shoving Christine’s shoulders down hard. The president’s palms slapped the filthy floor, knees grinding into the gritty linoleum as Maya planted one small, scuffed boot right in front of her face. The leather was caked with diner muck—grease smears, chewed gum wads, and streaks of dried piss from the streets outside. ‘Lick it clean, prez bitch. Taste what real life is like under black boot heels.’ Christine’s stomach lurched, the stench of dirt and sweat hitting her nose, but her collared neck jerked forward under Maya’s tug on the chain. Her tongue darted out, flat and trembling, dragging over the rough boot toe. The grime scraped her taste buds, bitter and salty, flecks of filth sticking to her lips as she lapped obediently. Gagging rose in her throat, but she swallowed it down, slurping louder under Maya’s command.

The young girls crowded in closer, their ragged sneakers kicking at Christine’s sides, her sagging tits swinging like pendulums as she bent low. Tia, the one with the braids, grabbed a handful of steaming mashed potatoes from her plate and smashed it against Christine’s back, the hot mush splattering across her spine and sliding down to her ass crack. ‘Eat this too, grandma whore! Your pale skin’s beggin’ for black food!’ Another girl, skinny with a gap-toothed grin, scooped up rotten vegetables from a nearby trash bin—moldy carrot stubs and wilted lettuce leaves, slimy with decay. She hurled them at Christine’s head, the veggies smacking her cheek and tangling in her blonde hair, juices oozing down her neck. ‘Rotten like your old ass, white trash! Lick the boot faster, or we’ll stuff ‘em up your loose cunt!’

Christine whimpered, her tongue working furiously over Maya’s boot, now shiny with her spit but still gritty. The hot food burned her skin where it landed, potatoes cooling into a gluey paste that clung to her curves, while the rotten veggies released a sour, putrid smell that made her eyes water. Her pussy clenched, arousal mixing with the gravy mess, fresh cream leaking out to puddle beneath her. She felt so exposed, so utterly broken, the girls’ laughter pounding in her ears like hammers.

Maya kicked her boot up, forcing the sole against Christine’s mouth. ‘Suck the treads, you pathetic cracker sow. Get every speck of street shit off there.’ As Christine’s lips parted to obey, sucking on the ridged rubber, Maya reached into her pocket and pulled out the soaked panties she’d snatched earlier—the president’s own, crusty with dried pussy juice and fresh diner grime from the table slam. ‘Oh, look at these nasty rags,’ Maya sneered, tearing at the fabric dramatically even though they were already ruined, then balling them up and jamming them into Christine’s face. The damp cotton muffled her gasps, the tangy scent of her own arousal flooding her nostrils as Maya ground them against her nose and mouth. ‘Sniff your slut stink, old hag. That’s all you’re good for—wearing your own cum like a muzzle.’

Christine gagged harder, the panties’ fabric scratching her tongue as she was forced to chew on them while licking boot. Saliva soaked through, mixing with the grime, her cheeks bulging with the humiliating gag. The girls pressed in tighter, their small hands shoving more filth her way. One dumped a ladle of hot gravy over her ass, the liquid searing her cheeks and trickling into her asshole, making her clench and buck. ‘Burn that white booty! Old bitch can’t even hold her shit together!’ Another girl fished something wriggling from the trash—a cluster of fat, pale worms from a spoiled apple core—and flung them onto Christine’s back. The slimy creatures crawled over her skin, inching toward her spine, their cool, mucous trails sending shivers through her.

‘Those worms love your sweaty hide, prez slut!’ Maya cackled, yanking the panties from Christine’s mouth just enough to bark, ‘Lick ‘em up now. Eat those crawlies off your ruined body like the filthy animal you are.’ Christine’s heart hammered, revulsion twisting her gut, but obedience burned hotter. She twisted awkwardly, still on all fours with Maya’s boot under her chin, and craned her neck to lap at the worms on her shoulder. Her tongue caught one, the worm squirming against her lips as she sucked it in, the earthy, bitter taste exploding in her mouth. She chewed, gagging violently, bits of worm flesh bursting between her teeth while another slithered down her tit, leaving a wet path over her nipple. ‘Swallow, you worm-suckin’ white dog!’ a girl yelled, shoving a rotten tomato chunk into Christine’s hair for good measure, the pulp squishing and dripping into her eyes.