Linda Wins the Lottery

NOTE: This story uses characters created by Daze Earth and featured in several stories here on this site. I recommend reading those first so that the story makes better sense.

She was in the airport when the hunger pangs hit her.

"Damn, I need to grab a snack or something. They'll feed us in first class of course, but that won't be for an hour or two. I won't survive that long!"

Linda looked stunning in a black pants suit and heels. Her white blouse was opened just enough to show a peek of her delicious cleavage. Her lustrous black hair fell just past her shoulders and around her neck was a beautiful pearl necklace.

Walking through the airport, she was aware of all the male eyes on her and the jealous glares of women.

Smiling imperiously, she flounced into an airport kiosk and over to the snack section.

"Hmmm...chips are definitely too messy...little pastries? Not what I'm feeling...

Oooh! Chocolate! That's it!"

Her delicate hand closed around a candy bar and in the next moment she was ripping the paper off and hoisting the sweet brown goodness to her mouth...

Wait! Just before popping it in her mouth, she caught sight of something buried underneath the bar...something shiny..

It was a golden ticket.

"Oh my god!" Linda shrieked.

A crowd materialized around her.

"She found one of the tickets!"

"Beautiful and lucky! What a woman!"

Somehow she found herself back at her and Sam's apartment, clutching the ticket, a look of amazement on her face. Open mouthed, she edged over to the bed where Uncle Gemmel and Cousin Chippy, both wearing nightclothes lay. They sat up at her arrival, staring stupefied at the bright golden ticket held proudly aloft...

"A golden ticket! Linda, you are amazing!"

They hopped out of bed and began dancing around the room.

"Winner! Winner! Chicken dinner!"

Linda awoke to a pillow covered in drool.

"Dammit!"

She turned to Sam.

"I just had the strangest dream!"

Sam gave her a bleary eyed look. "Dreams have a message to them. What do you think this one was telling you?"

Linda's brow furrowed. What was the weird dream trying to tell her? Why was the Wizard of Oz or whatever that dumb old movie was in her head?

The doorbell rang.

Linda had been asleep in just a bra and panties, so she grabbed a fuzzy robe to put on as she opened the door.

Her fat obnoxious neighbor Gemmel stood on the threshold. His eyes immediately fixed on the opening of her robe, which Linda had only carelessly gathered around her.

"Whoa! Nice rack, babes!"

Linda tried to pull the robe closed, but Gemmel was too quick. His hand shot out and yanked the robe down to her waist. Linda's big boobs quivered in her too-tight bra.

"Gemmel! Stop! What do you want, anyway?"

The big man's hand closed on Linda's hair, yanking her close to him. His other hand reached expertly around her neatly flicking open the bra catch.

BOING!

Linda's huge firm boobs exploded out of their confinement, much to Gemmel's delight.

"Dang, girl! They just love being set free, don't they?"

Linda furiously pulled her robe closed, shaking her head to try and loosen his grip on her hair.

"You jerk! Someone is going to see me!"

"Nothing to worry about, Linda, " Gemmel said soothingly. "Everybody in this town has seen your boobs already! Remember the parade?"

Linda blushed deeply as she remembered the Christmas parade just a few months earlier. Sam had talked her into riding on a float, showing the Nativity scene, as Mary. Somehow Chippy had snuck in as Baby Jesus, while Gemmel, disguised by a huge turban, was one of the Wise Men. The two of them had somehow gotten her naked and tied spread-eagled to a Christmas tree. The audience in the parade thought it was the most hilarious thing and it wasn't until the end of the parade route that Linda had managed to free herself.

Gemmel's hand groped her pussy as she continued to try and wiggle free.

"You were in my dream last night!" Linda said, the thought distracting her from her predicament.

It was not what Gemmel expected either, and it caused him to lose his grip on her.

"Well, sure!" he preened. "My muscular physique or my massive cock?"

Linda was barely aware of him as the neurons fired in her brain.

"Lucky ticket! I had a lucky ticket! The lottery! The dream was telling me to get lottery tickets! I need to shower and go to the 7-11!"

She pulled away and darted back inside.

Gemmel stared at the closed door nonplussed. But at least he knew where she would be later...

Four hours later, Linda was dressed, made up, and heading out to the nearby convenience store. She wore a tight purple t-shirt, a v-neck to show off a little cleavage, and a short white and pink checked skirt. Her hair was up showing her pretty neck and her red lipstick was stunning.

She flounced into the store, slightly disappointed to find it empty except for the store owner, Mr. Sanchez, who was humming along to some mariachi music playing on the radio and arranging chips in the snack aisle. He barely looked up as she came in.

"I need lottery tickets, please! Twenty-five of them!"

She had hoped that this large order would catch his attention, but he merely grunted and walked to the lottery machine behind the counter.

"What numbers, miss?"

She looked at him blankly.

He gave an exasperated sigh. "Say six numbers. They come up tonight, you win."

Oh, so that's how it worked. Linda had never actually bought a lottery ticket before.

"So, on the first ticket? Sixteen--that's my birthday! And then, twelve--that's the day Sam and I got married, and three--that's how many kids we're going to have..."

Forty-five minutes later, Linda had finished ordering and Mr. Sanchez handed her the printed tickets. He looked exhausted, Linda thought, and then smiled to herself. It couldn't be easy being in the presence of a beautiful and sexy woman. She wondered if maybe he had had an erection the whole time. Poor man, that must be painful! She gave a little bow of thanks, knowing it would give him a nice flash of cleavage. He made no reply, so she gathered the tickets and left.

I wonder if he'll go to the back and rub one off? She turned back curiously...

BAM!

She ran headlong into a big man, dropping the lottery tickets on the ground.

"Let me help you, there" the big man said, dropping to the ground.

"Why thank you! That's so--"

Linda stopped abruptly and flushed. He had turned his face upward and was staring right up her dress.

"Granny panties? I was hoping for a thong!" Gemmel complained.

"Dammit, Gemmel! Stop!"

Linda slapped at the top of his head, but Gemmel tugged hard on her skirt until it pooled at her feet.

"Eeek! Gemmel--"

"You need some help?" A tall, muscular man materialized by the struggling pair.

"YES! Thank you! Kick his ass!" Linda screeched.

"I wasn't talking to YOU, "the man said, his fingers grabbing the neck of her shirt. With a quick jerk, he ripped it down to her waist.

Linda stood there shocked, clad only in underwear and matching bra. Her hands fluttered frantically trying to cover her chest, her ass, her pussy.

Gemmel and Muscle guy stood smirking at her, as a crowd gathered.

"Look at her! What a slut!"

"She must be one of those INFLUENCERS making videos for the Tik-Tok!"

An old wrinkled woman came out of the crowd, hooking a finger through the middle of Linda's bra.

"Look at this, Gladys! Her bra is so tight--"

BOING!

Linda's boobs popped out proudly as the bra seemed to explode at the touch.

"Ooopsie!" The old lady exclaimed.

"DAMN, SHORTY!" muscle man said in amazement, reaching out to capture a nipple between thumb and forefinger,

"EEEKKK!" Linda screamed indignantly, swatting at his hand.

Gemmel had taken advantage of the distraction to worm a hand into her underwear, his fingers groping towards her butthole.

"STOP IT ALL OF YOU! OR I'LL....."

"You'll what?" The crowd asked, genuinely curious about what a diminutive almost naked stooge could do.

"I'll RUN!" Linda shrieked and sped off towards her car.

The suddenness of it caught them flat-footed, and despite Linda having the athleticism of a mentally challenged baby giraffe, she made it inside her car (the bouncing boobs distraction may have played a part) and peeled out.

She had to endure some gawking and staring on the drive home, for despite her best efforts at modesty, her tits were just too big to be covered with one arm, and she needed the other to work the steering wheel.

"IDIOTS!!" Linda seethed, inadvertently flashing them when she gave them the finger everytime someone honked.

That evening, Linda had largely forgotten her humiliation as she sat by the TV waiting to hear the lottery results.

"C'mon, Linda!" she cheered for herself.

"And the lucky numbers are--" The announcer paused for effect.

"16--12--3--21--4--7!"

"OMIGOD! I had those numbers! I won! I won!"

Sam came in grumpily. "Won what? What's with all the racket?"

"The lottery!" Linda enthused. " I picked my birthday, our anniversary, the year I lost my--and the numbers came up! I won!"

"Let me see the ticket, " Sam said dubiously.

"In my purse!" Linda proclaimed, reaching in...

Nothing? Where had she put those damn tickets? Her mind raced backwards...

"GEMMEL!" she groaned. He bumped into her...the tickets...maybe they were still on the ground? Well, she could look in the morning. But, she knew, her odds weren't good...

The next morning, Linda hopped out of bed bright and early precisely at 10:45. It felt ungodly early, but she figured just MAYBE there was a chance those tickets were still laying there unnoticed and she could claim her well-deserved prize.

While she dressed, she clicked on the TV for background noise. Sam must have had the news on earlier because that was the channel playing in the background as Linda pulled on socks and shoes.

"And in local news, a 47 year old truck driver hit it big in yesterday's Lottery.."

Did someone say "Lottery"? Linda immediately turned her attention to the set to see Gemmel, with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face being interviewed on camera.

"Well, I don't normally buy lottery tickets, but..."

Linda screamed and threw her hairbrush at the screen. The glass cracked and the image of Gemmel faded.

"He is NOT getting away with this!" Linda swore to herself.

Linda rapped loudly on the door. It was her fourth visit to Gemmel's apartment, but she was NOT giving up. This time, she heard loud music emanating from inside and muffled conversation. She leaned on the doorbell for a full minute.

Eventually, the door swung open. Gemmel, wearing a cowboy hat and no shirt, stood grinning at her.

"WHAZZUP, NEIGHBOR!" he chortled.

Linda put her index finger in his face and crowded into the apartment.

"That was MY lottery ticket! I'm the winner. You must have picked it up--"

"Can you describe this lottery ticket? Maybe I have seen it. " Gemmel said in a serious voice,

" Well, it's square...about this big...it says--"

Gemmel exploded into laughter. "I'm fucking with you, Linda!"

Linda looked around the apartment. She recognized Chippy,Gemmel's best friend who was a dwarf that worked as a janitor at a rest home. He was almost as bad as Gemmel with how he tried to get her naked and fuck her. Larry was a skinny guy she had met at Gemmel's Halloween party. At one point, he had told her he loved her, probably while staring slack-jawed at her boobs. And across from him was the muscular guy from on the street. He was clearly a Neandrathal--but the only guy at the party that was at least a little attractive.About a half dozen other men lounged around the apartment, most of them clutching a beer.

"What is this? Your I-Won-The-Lottery party? All guys? LAME!" Linda said scornfully.

"It's not all guys! " Gemmel huffed. " Chippy's girlfriend is here..."

Linda glanced over where Chippy was sprawled on the floor. A dark-haired figure moved a mane of shaggy hair and a pair of snapping eyes peered out. Linda noted distastefully that the girl's face had multiple piercings and her bare arms were heavily tatted.

Ugh, I fucking hate that Goth look. Linda thought.

She gave a bright, phony smile. "Hi, there!"

Goth girl didn't return the smile. "Who's that bitch?" she asked Chippy.

He said something in her ear that Linda didn't catch and Goth girl gave a rough laugh.

Gemmel appeared by her side holding a red solo cup. "Have a drink, " he said.

Linda's face flamed. " I'm not here to be part of your pathetic party" she seethed. "I just want to--"

"I meant HERE! HAVE A DRINK!"

And he tossed the contents of the cup over her head.

Linda gasped as the liquid dripped from her hair to her face to her shirt.

The shirt plastered to her shirt showing the pale blue bra beneath it. Goth girl got up and moved closer to inspect Linda's chest.

"YUM! Please tell me those are real!"

Linda glared at her and tried to use her arms to block the view.

"They're real! " Chippy enthused. "And spectacular! You wanna see 'em?"

"Oh, I got this," Goth girl said, grabbing a handful of Linda's shirt.

"Stop it, you lesbian!" Linda shrieked, desperately holding on to the bottom of her shirt as Goth girl yanked on it furiously.

"Takes one to know one!" Goth girl chortled.

"I'M NOT A LESBIAN!" Linda whined, as her shirt ripped loudly exposing the too-small bra.She gazed at Goth girl furiously.

"Look what you did, you idiot!" Linda bitched. "You or your fucking dwarf boyfriend are going to pay for this shirt..OR..."

Goth girl stepped closer and gave Linda a dead-eyed stare.

"Or what?" she said menacingly.

"OR I WILL KICK YOUR ASS! I'M AN ATHLETE! I WAS ON THE TENNIS TEAM!"

Goth girl exploded in laughter. "Oh, God, I'm so scared! The TENNIS TEAM!" she said mockingly.

Actually, Linda had tried out and got cut. When she started crying, the coach appointed her manager. However, on their first away match, Linda carelessly piled a bunch of the rackets in the parking lot, where they promptly got run over. A bunch of players cornered Linda, tossing her atop the net with her skirt up and her panties down. They used the broken rackets to vigorously spank her until her buttcheeks were bright red and she was a blubbering mess. The next day, the coach fired her.

Linda noticed that Goth girl was only a little taller than her and had very skinny arms. "I could take her, " Linda thought. "Then they'd HAVE to give me my ticket back!"

With a fierce cry she launched a roundhouse punch at Goth girl's nose...

WHUMP!!

Goth girl easily dodged the telegraphed punch, then stepped quickly forward to drive her knee into Linda's pussy.

Linda's mouth formed a perfect O. Both hands clutched her throbbing vulva and her eyes rolled back in her head.

Goth girl's hand shot out, closing on the front of Linda's bra. Roughly she shook the dazed beauty back and forth as Linda's tits strained in their confinement.

The men gathered around to watch.

"Yeah, fuck her up!" Muscle man said.

"Rip her tits off!" Chippy suggested.

Let's get her naked! Then we get in a circle and take turns fucking her! Then we get a blow job, and--"

"SHUT UP, LARRY" the crowd intoned.

The bra broke and Linda slid down on her back, her now-bare boobs jiggling like jello.

"YESSS!" the observers roared.

Goth girl leaped on Linda, straddling her. Her eyes glittered as she seized Linda's perky nipples and cruelly twisted them.

"YEEE-OWW!" Linda screeched, trying to buck Goth girl off.

"Let me help" the muscle man offered.

"Thank God! Knock her skinny ass out!" Linda howled.

"I STILL wasn't talking to YOU", he replied, seizing Linda's wrists and pulling her arms back sharply.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Goth girl punished Linda's boobs with some stinging slaps.

"Owww! Stop it! I hate you! Mommy!"

Goth girl dug her fingernails into Linda's soft flesh.

"Big-boobed cow! Where's your tennis team now?"

Tears began to leak from Linda's eyes. Gemmel pulled down Linda's underwear and slid three fingers inside her.

"AHHH! Stop! I'll be good! Ahhhh!"

Larry stooped down and began furiously licking Linda's nipples. As Goth girl was still joyfully slapping the shit out of them, his face took a beating, but he was undeterred.

"Mmmm--UMMP! Mmmm--UMMP!"

The other guys had their phones out, recording the spectacle from all angles.

An hour later, Linda lay naked on the carpet, completely exhausted. Muscle guy and Chippy had taken turns atop her, while Gemmel had filled her mouth with his thick cock, forcing her to give him a sloppy blowjob.

The humiliation of being used by all these losers made Linda blush, but she was determined to somehow turn the tables and get back her lottery ticket and her dignity. Then she would have her revenge on all of them. She would--her brow furled as she tried to conjure up some plausible scenario. She would do SOMETHING she vowed, and they'd ALL be sorry!

"My turn!" Goth girl screamed happily, lifting Linda's leg and sliding her own leg under it.

Ewww! What was that slimy thing she felt on her poor sore pussy? What was Goth girl doing to her?

"Mmm...YES..." Goth girl moaned as she energetically scissored Linda. Linda tried to push her off, but it was just too much, and then muscle guy had ahold of her arms again, and there was nothing to do but endure it.

Eventually, Goth girl finished with a shudder and rolled off of her.

Muscle guy continued to hold her arms, although his eyes roamed freely over the lush curves of her body.

"What should we do next, guys? " he asked.

"I've got an idea!" Larry said enthusiastically. "We can wrap her up in plastic wrap so she can't move, but we can still see her tits and her pussy, because it's plastic and plastic is see-through! And then we hoist her up and hang her from that ceiling hook! And we get sticks and try to hit the plastic until it breaks--like a human pinata! Except instead of candy, it will be boobies falling out!"

There was an immediate chorus of "Shut the fuck up, Larry" from the group.

Then Gemmel looked at everyone.

"That's actually a pretty good idea..."

Tired as she was, Linda put up a pretty good fight as they wrapped her head to toe in the plastic wrap. But there were too many of them, and so the plastic slowly encased her, first her bottom half, her kicks smothered by the tightly wrapped plastic. Then her arms were pinioned to her side and her boobs were slightly smushed in the see-through cocoon. Finally, even her squealing protests were drowned as the plastic was wrapped over her face.

"Hey, she kind of looks blue..."Gemmel noted.

"Oops, we forgot air holes" Goth girl observed. "Here.."

She pulled a butterfly knife from her pocket and proceeded to cut through the plastic by Linda's mouth. Linda took deep gasping gulps of air, just before Muscle man and Gemmel lifted her to the ceiling, catching the plastic on a hook that was there.

The hook sagged under Linda's weight, but held. Wrapped tightly in the plastic, Linda swung slowly from side to side, everything--huge boobs, shaved pussy, bubble butt--on display.

"Damn! What a sight!" Goth girl said admiringly.

She turned to Gemmel. "What do you have for a stick?"

Gemmel rummaged through the house and returned with some possibilities,

Baseball bat? A little too deadly.

Drum sticks? A little small.

Tennis racket? Gemmel swatted Linda's ass, causing her to squeal and swing a bit.

"That will do fine!" Muscle man said, grabbing it from Gemmel.

He let loose with some smooth backhands that had Linda wailing.

Larry took a turn, softly patting Linda's boobs.

"They're so firm!" he marveled.

"They're all wrapped up in plastic," Chippy pointed out. "They're not going anywhere!"