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A new Bill	By : vzon20011 Category: +G through L > King of the Hill Views: 12164 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own King of the Hill or it's characters. This is fantasty parody fanfiction. Not for profit, just for fun. Original characters are coincidental of fiction,real, alive, or dead persons.

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Chapter twenty one
Bondage, rough sex. Unknown sex partner, straight shota, confinement, Chane, Connie.
"That’s some fine looking heifers you got there Bill,” said Hank. Patting, and running his hands over two life size colorful paper mache piñatas . “Thanks Hank, I guess I really have a knack for this.” said Bill proudly standing between them. It was Cinco De Mayo, and everyone decided to have a block party. Hank was the official judge of the piñata making contest. “I’ll say, I’m looking favorable in your direction.” said Hank with a wink. There was no way he would choose Dale’s piñata. The conspiracy believer had built a piñata space alien. With a sign that read ‘ Alien Autopsy. ’ Dale cracked it open as soon as Hank approached. A gory mess spilled out making Hank keep on walking before losing his lunch. “ You gotta believe Hank!” shouted Dale behind him. There was a lone wail as a little girl became scared.
Boomhauer’s piñata was just as worse. It showed a naked woman on top of a clam shell being followed by naked cherubs that looked like him. Hank had it covered in a blanket. “HHHHEEYYY CCCOOOOMMME OOONN MMMMAAANN! IIII””MMM JJJJJUUUUSSSTTT SSSSSHHOOOWIInGG MMMYY AAAPPPREATION FFOOORRR AAART” Pleaded Boomhauer to no avail.
“What does this button do?” asked Hank. Looking down at black buttons built into the front of each of Bill’s piñata cows. He pushed, and could hear some buzzing coming from the rear of them. It only lasted as long as he pressed. “Oh, I installed a device for a game. People can push the buttons as long as they want, and it might set off an alarm for a prize,” said Bill. He pointed to some stuff on his picnic table. “ Hey That sounds great. You know Bill, I hafto say everything about you is shaping up. If I didn’t know any better. I’d say you’ve got a lady somewhere.” said Hank. “Maybe two under you nose,” said Bill joking. “Alright, don’t make Boomhauer jealous,” said Hank walking away smiling. “Poor Bill, at least he’s trying.” thought Hank not believing any of it.
Chane Wassonasong disliked coming to these low class parties. His parents would drag him along while they net-worked for business, or politics. Using him to be shown off as an all American family. Chane decided to make the best of his situation. The young Laotian found a shady spot under a tree, and started texting to his friends. He embellished the horrid conditions surrounding him. Most of his wannabe girlfriends would text back with replies of, “Awww, how awful you poor thing, maybe later we could…….”
Chane looked up from the lurid texts for a minuet. ‘Oh’ Great, the idiot sees me,’ he thought. Bobby Hill was coming toward him. Followed by Joseph Gribble. “ Hello Chane,” said Bobby gruffly. Both boys narrowed their eyes looking at each other. There were no friendship between them. They each had wanted one thing in the past, and that was Connie Souphanousinphone. Unfortunately for Chane, she choose Bobby as her boyfriend, but it seems recently Connie had dumped Bobby without a word to go live with her mother in California. That made Chane’s wounded pride hurt a little less.
“Hi Chane,” said Joseph, who was the friendlier of the two. “ Isn’t this a great Cinco de Mayo block party?” asked the Gribble “ Yeah, if it were in Mexico,“ said Chane snidely. He was determined to be an asshole.
“Oooo, is that one of those smartphones?,” asked Joseph. Chane could see the other boys looking envious . This made him feel even more superior to him. “ Yes it is, isn’t it great to have one?,” asked Chane with a big smile. He could instantly see embarrassment in the others eyes. To add insult, he started telling, and showing them the features of the phone. ‘At least Bobby doesn’t have this,’ he thought.’
The conversation went from smartphones to other things. Every time the boys would say something, Chane would top it. Finally, Bobby had enough of this arrogant jerk. “Hey Joseph, let’s go to your house to play video games,” he said. Grabbing Joseph by the arm pulling him along. “ Hey Yeah! Chane how about you want to come too?,” asked Joseph. Chane could see the disappointment in Bobby face. This was his chance to score another blow. “ Sure, Joseph. That will be great,” he said. This was mainly directed at Bobby to make him more upset.
Chane endured playing Joseph’s out dated video game system just to keep Bobby in a huff. The Hill sat around gloomily not saying anything. Chane must have been having more fun than he thought. Soon there was a call on his mobile phone from his mom letting him know it was time to go home. Joseph instantly invited Chane to sleep over for the night. So that Chane could increase his video game level. Bobby’s face dropped even more from hearing this. Chane got permission to stay the night. This made Bobby decid to stay too. He didn’t want Chane to try to steal his friend like he had tried to steal Connie when they were together.
Around Mid-night, playing games got a little boring. Yet, the boys were not to tired for sleep. They wondered what they could do. Out of teen frustration, Joseph suggested they could smash stuff. “ I wonder if those big piñatas cows at Bill’s would smash good?,” asked Joseph out loud. “ I bet they would,“ said Chane picking up on this. “ I say we go over, and smash them then,” said Joseph grinning. ( Author note*** As stated before in a previous post, In the KOTH series Joseph was starting to become wild, and a rebellious youth. John Redcorn will eventually ask Hank for helping in straightening Joseph out.)
“ Come on guys, we can’t do that. It would be wrong,” said Bobby looking between the two boys. “ What’s the matter Bobby? Chicken?,” asked Chane. Then added the clucking noise. “ Don’t worry Bobby, Bill is so stupid, he will never find out. He’ll probably think that he got drunk, and smashed them himself,” said Joseph. “ I’m not chicken Chane, besides, The piñatas are lock up in his tool shed in the back yard now,” countered Bobby. Hoping that would deter anymore talk about it. “ I can get into the shed through a loose panel of wood. I’ve borrowed a few tools from him before in the past,” said Joseph smiling.
After formulating a plan, and convincing Bobby to come as a look out. Chane, and Joseph were standing behind Bill’s wooden fence in the ally. They were waiting for Bobby to show up. Twenty minutes later, a short fat ninja complete with plastic sword appeared. Bobby had gotten his mom to buy him the black outfit for Halloween some years back. Now, it was to small to contain his much larger frame. The black shirt kept riding up to expose his bright white gut. The other boys rolled their eyes at this. Bobby still acted childish sometimes.
The back gate was locked, but Chane, and Joseph had no trouble scaling the six foot tall fence easily. Bobby on the other hand, couldn’t jump up more than a foot. The other boys had to climb back onto the fence, and reach down to pull him up. At the top Bobby lost his balance, and landed with a thud on his back. “ Ooof!” escaped from his lips. The other boys suppressed a snicker. Staying still, and listening in the darkness if anyone heard this. After a bit, they hopped down. Bobby had recovered from wheezing, and didn’t say anything. Joseph went over to the rear of the small tool shed, and pulled off a wooden panel making an opening. He crawled up into it. Chane followed behind. Leaving Bobby outside practicing ninja moves he seen from a movie.
It was pitch black in the tool shed. Joseph turned on a little pen light his father had given him for his birthday. In hopes his son would be an amateur investigator like him one day. There was not much room to stand. The two cows stood side by side taking up most of the room. There was a body width space behind them that allowed Joseph to slide sideways to his right behind one piñata to allow Chane access inside.
Once Chane stood behind the other piñata. Joseph silently mimed a dancing gesture he seen from a music video. Pretending the piñata in front of him was a girl bent down with her ass toward him. Joseph put his left hand on top of the cow‘s rear. Using his right hand to slap it. Moving his hips back, and forth in a gesture of having sex. This made Chane try to surpass a laugh, but it came out more like a snort.
Looking to his side, Joseph spotted a crowbar leaning on the wall next to him. He reached down picking it up to show Chane. Just as he was turning back , Joseph seen Chane pulling his hand out of a hole from under the piñata’s tail. Chane was holding his fingers up to his nose. There seemed to be a wet substance reflecting off his finger tips from the dim light. “What is that?,” whispered Joseph. “ I don’t know, but it smells like pussy,” said Chane. He placed his hand back inside the pinata. Pushing his fingers in deep feeling soft velvet warmness.
Earlier in the morning of Cinco de Mayo. Minh, and Connie Souphanousinphone were on their elbows, and knees with faces down toward the cold concrete floor. Their ass was up in the air waiting for the master’s morning arrival. What little they had on, consisted of a bondage collar with a big brass bell, hair clip with cat ears, long arm gloves, and thigh high stockings. They were completely nude, and smooth everywhere. Usually upon arrival, the master would begin to play with them, and then fuck them. Sometimes take them into another room to shoot porn movies. Minh was surprised when he told them they were going out to a party today. She risked punishment by looking up to see if her master was joking. Even though his face was covered with a mask. She could read his eyes.
The master had rolled in two contraptions of rebar, and chicken wire wielded into a cow shape. Bill told his slaves to crawl inside one each. Connie didn’t need as much coaxing as did Minh. The mother began to panic, remembering the terror of when Bill put her in a rubber vacuum bag. So Bill had to drag, and spanked Minh till she crawled inside. The master clamped their wrists, and ankles down where the animal’s legs were. He connected a ball gag with a straw to a water bottle for them, and a small battery powered fan that would deliver air. Bill covered the outside of the frames with paper mache. Leaving a small hole in the rear. The last thing Connie expected was something being roughly pushed into her pussy. She whimpered out as it went deep into her. Then a click sound like a button being pushed made the object vibrate. “OOOH!” moaned out Connie through her gag.
Throughout Cinco de Mayo, Connie could barely hear the murmur of people all around her. She was unable to speak, or move to let people know that she was inside the piñata. Her master placed her in the shade of a tree, but it was a little hot inside her prison. She could feel the sweat of her body roll down to collect at her chest. Then slowly dripped off her nipples. It was a constant tease that added to her state of arousal as people kept pushing the button of the vibrator. Connie lost count of her forced orgasms.
Later that night, while still in the piñata bodies. Bill placed Connie, and Minh inside his tool shed. He would take them back to the tank refit building dungeon later. Bill was invited to the Hill’s for dinner because of winning the piñata contest. He pulled out his slave’s vibrators to give them a rest. Hours seemed to go by till Connie felt someone rubbing her pussy. She had thought her master had returned. ‘ I hope he‘s going to release us soon,’ thought Connie with some hope. Thinking about her Mom in the other pinata. Plus, she really need to take a piss. She didn’t want to get spank for pissing inside the piñata.
As the fingers prodded her vagina. Connie felt they were different from her master’s touched her. Almost as if he was touching her for the first time. He was rough instead of smooth.
Chane explored more of the inside of the hollow paper piñata in front of him. His hand slid over soft flesh like material that felt like a girl’s ass. He squeezed it feeling it shift. His thumb pressed down onto something that felt like a smaller hole above the pussy like entrance. He brought his hand down again to rub feeling it get wetter, and wetter. Chane smelled his fingers again. His penis started to get hard. The smell made him think of the times he had real pussy. Being rich, and handsome made the girls throw themselves at him. Sometimes though , he had to intimidate them to give it up. He had felt like a real ladies man untill meeting Connie Souphanousinphone. It always bothered him that she rejected him. Sometimes when he had sex girl. He would think of Connie. The girl would complain about him being rough.
“This feels like real pussy,” whispered Chane to Joseph. “Really!?” said Joseph wide eyed. He switched hands holding the crowbar, and reached down under the cow tail in front of him. He could feel something fleshy soft like lips. His fingers traced them getting deeper till they became slippery wet. Joseph slipped his fingers inside as far as he could. Then brought his wet fingers up to his nose too. The odor reminded him of the smell girls sometimes had. The longer he smelled his fingers. The harder his penis got. Though he wasn’t a virgin. Joseph didn’t have much experience with sex. He had a brief encounter with Luan ( Even though she didn‘t know it). He only manage to bust Connie’s cherry before she cried out in pain. Now, this reminded Joseph them again. Making him wish to do more things to them. He even thought of the day he kissed Minh in her bathroom. If only he could have gone all the way with her. The sexy milf made Joseph’s penis hard every time he was around her.
“ZZZZZZZIIIIIIIPPPPP!” could be heard loudly in the tiny shed. Breaking Joseph’s thoughts. Chane work his penis out of his pants, and push it into the Piñata in front of him. “What are you doing!!??” whispered Joseph. Unable to take his eyes away. He watched Chane move his lower body back, and forth. “Damn, it does feel like pussy. Feels good!” hissed out Chane with half closed eyes.
Connie knew for sure there was someone else behind her instead of her master. The unknown person fucked her with youthful vigor. Making her bit down on her gag from the roughness. Tears welled up around her eyes. ‘Had her master allowed this? Did she have a new master now?’ Did her mother get traded too? The questions swirled in her head as Connie could do nothing. Each rapid thrust rippled her body from the sudden impacts. Causing her erect nipples to slide lightly over some exposed chicken wire. Slowly, the roughness faded away, and Connie’s body betrayed her by feeling aroused. She tried to resist, but couldn’t. Her pussy swelled with need of being filled completely. The darkness, and silence of inside the pinata made her breathing, and heart beat loud in her ears. Her face was flushed as mental images boys she knew were ravishing her. Connie thought of Bobby, but they never had much intimacy. Joseph, and her almost had sex in the caves. Though it was brief, she sometimes imagined them going all the way. Now Chane Wassonasong came to mind. Connie tried to shake her head, and admit she didn’t like him. Resenting how her parents, and him tried to get her to go on a date. Fortunately, she was dating Bobby so had an excuse. She would never in a million years want to date Chane. Though sometimes secretly she thought of him when masturbating. The imagination of Chane being the stranger behind her stuck.
“You should try yours Joseph,” said Chane as he started to pick up speed. The tightness felt good on his hardness. Chane tried to compare this pussy feeling to the other girls’. He just couldn’t decide as one, or two seemed similar. He spent little time worrying about it. Feeling the pressure build. Without much thought, the girls morphed into Connie. He imagined her naked bent over as he fucked her doggy style. He reached to wrap his fingers into her long black hair to pull her head back. Making her back arch sickly. “What do you think now bitch! You still want to be with Bobby Hill!?” Chane snarled in her ear. “NNNOOO!!! With you! With you!!!!” the imagine Connie screamed out with each thrust. This made Chane increase his speed. He let her go to fall limply forward. He grabbed her by the hips to pull her ass more to him. The imaginary Connie was even pushing herself onto his dick trying to get more of him inside. He was reaching his point of wanting to cum. “MORE! MORE!MORE!……” she moaned out. Chane was ready to give it to her. Before he came though. He imagined himself pulling out of the imaginary Connie. Then pushing his dick into her face to cum on it. His load shot out like afountain. There was so much cum she couldn’t see, and bubbles blow from her nose, and dripped from her chin to her flat chest. Chane then forced her to suck his penis as she tried to breath.
The fantasy pushed Chane to finally shoot his real load. Connie felt the stranger’s hot semen burn her womb. This also triggered her orgasm. Her body went stiff tightening her pussy around Chane’s penis. Connie spasmed riding the wave of pleasure. Chane stayed inside her just a little bit longer. Then slowly pulled out. Connie could feel her pussy gaping open, and excess cum tickling on it’s way out.
“I don’t know where this guy got these things, but I’ve got to get one,” said Chane leaning back against the wall. He watched as the Gribble had just finished up himself. “I’m defiantly coming back tomorrow!” said Joseph. It was so good, it felt like his nut sack emptied.
Almost as if by timing, Bobby knocked on the outside shed wall. “I see Bill at his patio door,’ whispered Bobby inside. The boys quickly buckled themselves up, and slid out the hole just as the tool shed doors open. Joseph quietly placed the wall back. Bill looked around seeing nothing amiss. He finally got away from Hank. At some point during the dinner. Peggy had bent over to clean up some food that was dropped. Looking at her ass made Bill very horny. It was a good thing he had two slaves to take care of his blue balls. Now which one first?
Epilogue: “Hey, what were you guys doing in there so long for?” asked ninja Bobby to Joseph, and Chane. “Something you’ll never get in a million years,” said Chane. “Well at least I had got Connie,” said Bobby smugly.
To be continued.
A clip of the next story:
Both slaves were at Bill's feet. Each had thier tongue on either side of his cock. Moving it up, and down his shaft. Playing a little bit with the underside of the cock head. Sometimes touching thier tongues together. The mother, and daughter slave team had become quite proficient since coming to Bill's dungeon. With a nod of his head. Slave number two tried to envelope Bill's massive member. It was to much for her. So she couldn't get it all the way in. She worked slowly at first till she got the rhythm. Setting a comfortable pace of pumpng her head up, and down. Another nod had slave number one lean forward to lick, and suck on his balls. The females started to play with thier pussy. Knowing the master eventually will chose one to fuck. It was much better to be loosened up by then. Bill tapped them on the head, and they switched places. Connie's soft tongue felt good on his testicles. Minh's larger mouth felt like velvet.
It was nice to have them trained, and they know how to please him. Yet Bill was missing the excitment, and thrill he had in the beginning. Looking at Connie. Bill had an idea. "What ever happen to your twin cousin?," he asked her.
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