the break in (another BBW fisting story.) WIP SeXStoRY

Katie Randall was a cat burglar and she was the best as what she does. She had raided at least 10 houses per month and pawned all of the valuables she could find; anything from gold watches, ceramic figures. She had a perfect slim figure, beautiful brown eyes, and sort of a tanned skin, but not too tanned that you’d confuse her for being black; she was still looked white from a certain perspective. She sat in three room apartment in Los Angeles, reading the newspaper to see what her next job is. She a picture of a 35 year old named Felicia Stafford; deep-set blue eyes that are like two sapphires. Her thick, wavy, neck-length hair is the color of ripe lemons, and is worn in an attractive style. She is very average height for a fat woman weighing about 200 to 300 pounds with huge, flabby arms. Her skin is black. She has a crooked nose. Her wardrobe is weird and sexy, with a lot of orange. The article told about a priceless Gem the size of Katie’s fist that was worth $40,000. She had to have it. she looked up her address and copied it down. At 10pm, she put on her cat burglar suit, d****d her knapsack over her shoulder and discretely exits the apartment. Getting her car from the valet, she then drives to 905 Loma Vista Dr, Beverly Hills, CA ; the Greystone Mansion. She parks a couple houses away in the dead of night in the shadows between the street lights. Wearing her all black catwoman suit and watch cap, she scales the rear of the mansion via the drain pipe for the gutter thing on the roof. She brings herself level with the adjacent window and pulls a tool from her waist belt: a glass cutter. Since the window was locked, she had to make a hole to fit her hand through so she could undo the latch. This took only a few seconds to do and then she opens the window and climbs through. She finds herself in the guest’s bedroom which was empty. There were hardly any items of value she could pilfer so she made her way to the door and into the hallway. The sound of running water came from down the hall in front of her. Katie assumed it was Felicia taking a shower. She opened the door slightly and peeked through and there Felicia was, taking off her robe; she was 5’10, huge stomach folds, large breasts that looked like speedbags full of water, arms about 7 to 8 inches in diameter. She was unaware of Katie’s presence or so Katie thought. She closed the door quietly and resumed what she came here for. In the living room, amidst all the various furniture, she saw an assortment of items: gold watches, Fabergé eggs. She whispers to herself, “Jackpot.” Just before she grinned harder than the devil after someone made a deal with him. Placing her knapsack on the floor near the table that eggs were, she drops them one at a time, being careful not to let them clack together. She was successful up until the last one. The sound was loud enough to make Felicia stop midway through hopping into the shower and point an ear towards the door. She took her foot out of the tub and put her robe back on. leaving the showerhead running, she heads back out into the hallway. Katie was completely oblivious to the fact that Felicia heard her and proceeds to get the watches from the end table. Moments later, Felicia stood in the shadows with her back pressed firmly against the wall beside a doorway as she watched with anticipation. “Let’s see what else she’s got,” Katie whispered to herself, but she never got the chance to. As she walked through the door to her left, Felicia took Katie by the wrist, “Well well, what do we have here?” Katie gulped loudly with wide eyes as she stared back at her captor. She was so nervous about being caught that she started stuttering as she tried to think of a lie. When she couldn’t think of one, she dropped to her knees and begged to be let go, “How about I just watch out of here and leave everything where I found it? We can forget this whole thing ever happened.” “I don’t think so, lil thief. You break the law, you must suffer the consequences.” “Please, I’ll do anything. Just don’t call the cops.” “Oh, I think I’ll have a bit of fun first before I involve them. follow me.” Felicia said with sarcasm, since Katie had no choice in the matter. Katie tried to tug in the opposite direction, but Felicia’s grip on her wrist was too tight and when she tried to dig her heels into the carpet, it didn’t have any effect either. She thought about screaming for help, but she was in a mansion miles away from any prying neighbors. Felicia threw her onto the bed, then quickly after she locked the bedroom door and turned towards Katie with a smile more evil than the devil himself. The windows in the room were too small for her to fit through, so Katie forgot the notion of using them as a means of escape. She was caught like a rat in a trap. With wide eyes, she looked at Felicia disrobing to show her sagging tits and corpulent figure, which jiggled like a plate of Jell-O as she shimmied out of her nightgown, “What are you doing?” “Having a bit of fun,” she said sexily as she strolled towards Katie, who immediately jumped off the bed and tried to make her way around to the door. Katie jiggles the handle and gives it a tug, but it wouldn’t budge. Felicia then made a grab for her and threw her back down, this time, she held down. Katie thrashed her arms and legs about while Felicia ripped her suit off in a mad scramble. “Get off of me, you fat psycho bitch! I’m not into that lesbo shit.” “You should be; once I put you behind bars, what do you think they’ll do to a pretty lil thing like you, huh? I’m betting it won’t be as gentle as I’m gonna be.” Katie still struggled even though she was already stripped down to her bra and panties. “Listen, I’ll cut you a deal. If you agree to this, I will in fact let you go. No jail time and I won’t even tell anybody you were here.” “For real?” “Yeah…” “Well, what exactly are you gonna do with me?” “It’s simple, really; I plan to put my fist in you; in your tight little butt.” “What?” “It’s either that or jail, take your pick.” “Oh alright, just get it over with.” Katie puts her ass in the air, grips her cheeks and spreads them to give her easy access. Felicia grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer; a blue bottle of water based lubricant, which she squeezes into her hand. After rubbing it over her fingers, palm, and back of the hand, she rubbed her index finger over the hole to coat it, and then she jammed her index finger in. She poked and prodded her finger until finally she inserted her middle one alongside it. She moved back and forth a few times and added more fingers until she managed to the fourth finger and then finally the thumb way past her sphincter. Katie was alternately whimpering and hissing curses under her breath. Felicia's fist settled into her rectum, anus closing around her wrist. “What’s this? How can your asshole be so tight, but have so much room inside?” “I’ve been fisting for quite a while and then finally decided to do Kegel exercises to get it tight again. Speaking of which, how far are you planning to go in again?” Katie asked as she felt more and more of Felicia’s arm worm its way inside, making her sphincter tighter and tighter. “I didn’t say actually, but I think I’ll explore deeper.” “No, you can’t. Please…?” “I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands.” She twists her arm inside to make her wince in pain. A soft moan alerted her to Katie’s suffering, but she kept going despite her clenching her fists with whitened knuckles and sweat running down her back like she had just ran a marathon in the hot sun. her hole was stretched 5 inches wide and still being stretched; it was as bright red as Rudolph the reindeer’s nose. There was a bronze ring on Felicia’s middle finger. Not a wedding ring, but a good luck ring with a picture of a cross on three sides and it began to slip; the rectum acted like a bottomless pit as the ring fell from her hand and plummeted down the long, pink tunnel to the traverse colon and bounced around the bend. “Something… just bumped up inside of me; in the very back.” “That was my ring. It fell off.” “Oh shit.” Katie already knew what this meant, but she had no power to stop it; Felicia was only in halfway to her elbow and she had her ass stretched taut and thin like an overinflated balloon. Just imagine what would happen if she went in past her elbow; all the way to the shoulder even. “You’ll kill me,” Katie responded. “You’ve got plenty of room and I intend to use it all; every inch.” She pulled her hand back through Katie's sphincter until just the fingers remained inside. To these she added the fingers of her free hand, making a point with her fingertips. “Why are you putting more in?” Undulating her wrists from side to side, she pushed back against the resisting muscle. The lube around Katie’s hot hole dried up and so did Felicia’s arm which made her hole feel like it had two stones being dragged through it. With that, Felicia pulls one of her hands out to pick up the lube. She squirts it on, she then applies more to her whole arm in effort to delve deeper and retrieve the ring. Inch by inch, they arm crawled inside and when Katie felt her asshole twinge from the overexertion, she closed her eyes and curled her lips inward as she grunted, whimpered, moaned, and humped back and forth. “My… Arse is about to burst,” she panted. “Have you found it yet?” she asked before gestured a silence “Ow,” and a goofy expression of pain on her face. Felicia was getting dangerously close to her shoulder up in Katie’s ass and at this time, her legs starting doing the splits on her, her anal ring showed signs of fissures and she heard a slight bone-cracking sound. “Every time I think I… got it, it slips further and further inside,” she said with a grunt as a warning. “Well, my arse is the breaking point. Is killing me not as important as you getting your bl**dy ring back?” “I could just let you have it, if you can get it out again, and I can buy a new one. But watching you suffer at the mercy of my overwhelming girth is far more satisfying.” “You’re such a crazy bitch, you know that?” “And you’re a smug little thief who thinks she can get whatever she wants in life. Why should I care for your well-being? Now, relax your muscle, I’m just getting started.” She said with a grin. “Soon enough, your asshole will be worn out like a used condom and no guy will ever want to fuck you.” Minutes passed and the pain intensified. Soon Katie let out powerful screams of agony, despite the fact that no one except for Felicia was there to hear her. “That’s it, scream for me, bitch. The more you hate it, the more I enjoy it.” “Have you found the ring or not, you fat cow?!” “Oh that? I found it minutes ago. I was having too much fun to tell you.” “Oooooooh, you pig. As soon as I can pull away from your flabby arm, I am gonna kill you the same way you’re trying to kill me.” As they both pull in the opposite direction, they make a shocking discovery: her ass was wrapped so tightly around Felicia’s forearm that it stuck to it like a second skin. “What the hell?” Felicia tugged and tugged, but her arm wouldn’t budge. “You know what, stop. Stop. You’re gonna turn me inside-out if you keep doing that.” “Yeah you’re right. How are we gonna do this?” “You got your arm in there; I was hoping you’d figure it out.” Despite Katie's sphincter looking as if it was about to break, Felicia chose to apply more lube to her other hand. She figured with her anus stretched to a ridiculous size, it was restricting the flow of juices which were needed to lubricate her arm and dislodge it; so she puts the bottle in her mouth, tilted her head so the top faced down and bit down to squeeze lubricant onto her palm. Then she applied some to Katie’s anal ring. With that, she then plunges her other hand into the rectum beside the other, making Katie scream. “bl**dY HELL!” her ass was already hurting and Felicia adding the fingers from her free hand was only adding insult to injury.