Chapter 4

Christine’s body sank deeper into the bin’s rancid sludge, the putrid ooze bubbling up around her waist like a living thing, clinging to her skin with greasy fingers. Maggots squirmed over her swollen pussy lips, their tiny bodies slipping into the creases where her juices still leaked, mixing with the bin’s leaked piss and rotting juices. The stench clawed at her throat—sharp rot of spoiled meat and sour milk—making her gag as she tried to breathe through the sobs wracking her chest. Her collared neck ached from the chain dangling over the edge, a constant reminder of her ownership, her once-powerful hands now uselessly pushing at the slimy piles that threatened to swallow her whole.

‘Crawl deeper, you worthless white trash president!’ Maya barked from above, her voice slicing through the night like a whip. ‘Wallow in that shit like the old cracker sow you are—get your fat ass buried in the real filth where slum queens dump broken white bitches!’ The command hit Christine’s ears, igniting a fresh wave of shame that burned hotter than the maggots’ tickle on her clit. She hesitated, her knees sinking into a layer of crushed diapers soaked with urine, the warm liquid seeping up her thighs to pool in her ass crack. But Maya’s tug on the chain yanked her forward, the metal biting into her skin, forcing her to obey.

Christine crawled, her palms slapping into the wet rot, fingers sinking into chunks of moldy bread and meat scraps that smeared brown streaks up her arms. The garbage shifted under her, a rotten apple bursting against her knee, its pulpy guts squelching between her legs. She felt the filth invade her every fold—slimy peels sticking to her sagging tits, maggots dropping into her open mouth as she gasped. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, the degradation twisting into a sick throb of arousal, her clit hardening against the rough press of a jagged bottle cap buried in the mess. Tears streamed down her face, cutting tracks through the spit and grime, as she wallowed deeper, the bin’s walls closing in like a coffin of decay.

The other girls—Tia, Lena, and the rest—leaned over the edge, their young faces twisted in cruel delight. ‘Look at that pathetic old white pig rootin’ in our shit!’ Tia jeered, hawking up a thick glob of spit that splattered across Christine’s forehead, dripping down her nose and into her eyes. She blinked it away, the salty burn mixing with the bin’s ammonia reek, but another followed from Lena, landing square on her parted lips. ‘Suck that down, you aged-out cracker whore—slum spit tastes better than your fancy white house cum!’ Lena laughed, the sound high and vicious, echoing off the alley walls where a few more patrons had gathered, their shadows flickering under the streetlight, phones raised to record the president’s descent.

Maya jerked the chain harder, dragging Christine’s upper body forward through the sludge, her tits dragging trails in the muck, nipples scraping against sharp edges that drew thin lines of blood. ‘Deeper, bitch! Feel that rot fill your loose white holes—bet your hairy prez pussy’s drippin’ for more black kid trash!’ The pull forced Christine’s face down into a pile of fish guts, the slimy scales sticking to her cheeks, the fishy bile flooding her mouth as she retched. She sobbed brokenly, the sound muffled by the garbage, her body trembling as she pushed her ass higher, the motion exposing her stuffed asshole to the cool air, worms and veggie chunks still oozing out with every clench.