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tanuno
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[StealthBadger] 
Twins Auctioned
Erin and Bec present themselves to the bidders
"And now we move to lot 121: a lovely set of twin sisters! They have been trained by our expert team and stand ready to serve your every need."
As the auctioneer spoke, Erin and Bec walked forward to the edge of the stage and assumed the display pose their trainers had drilled into them. They each stared forward with a neutral expression as the bidders looked them over. The twins' dyed-blonde hair had been stled in exactly the same way, and their makeup had been carefully applied so it matched as well. The only means of telling them apart were the numbers on the tags attached to their collars, and the lesser muscle definition on Bec's body. The training regime had been particularly hard on Bec, who had been subjected to additional training to shape her body to a state cloer to that of her sister.
"Exquisite, aren't they. I'll open the bidding at €7000; do I hear €7500?"
Twins AuctionedErin and Bec present themselves to the bidders
"And now we move to lot 121: a lovely set of twin sisters! They have been trained by our expert team and stand ready to serve your every need."
As the auctioneer spoke, Erin and Bec walked forward to the edge of the stage and assumed the display pose their trainers had drilled into them. They each stared forward with a neutral expression as the bidders looked them over. The twins' dyed-blonde hair had been stled in exactly the same way, and their makeup had been carefully applied so it matched as well. The only means of telling them apart were the numbers on the tags attached to their collars, and the lesser muscle definition on Bec's body. The training regime had been particularly hard on Bec, who had been subjected to additional training to shape her body to a state cloer to that of her sister.
"Exquisite, aren't they. I'll open the bidding at €7000; do I hear €7500?"
tanuno
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[StealthBadger] How Are You Holding Up?
Erin checks how Allison is coping with the milking process
Erin looked over at Allison. Her best friend and lover was bound in the same manner she was, and just as helpless against the teats sucking on her nipples.
"How are you holding up?"
Allison was much newer to the program than Erin, and as such was not yet fully accustomed to the milking process.
"I, ah...I'm fine. Just...still getting used to...oh...used to this. I didn't fully rea-realise how intense this would be."
"I did warn you. We h-hucows have quotas to hit. That said," Erin said, glancing at Allison's chest, "With tits like yours, you'll h-ah have no trouble making your targets."
How Are You Holding Up?Erin checks how Allison is coping with the milking process
Erin looked over at Allison. Her best friend and lover was bound in the same manner she was, and just as helpless against the teats sucking on her nipples.
"How are you holding up?"
Allison was much newer to the program than Erin, and as such was not yet fully accustomed to the milking process.
"I, ah...I'm fine. Just...still getting used to...oh...used to this. I didn't fully rea-realise how intense this would be."
"I did warn you. We h-hucows have quotas to hit. That said," Erin said, glancing at Allison's chest, "With tits like yours, you'll h-ah have no trouble making your targets."
tanuno
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[StealthBadger] Twin Petplay Hucows
Bec and Erin get a visit while being milked
"Three-quarters already? Good to see you two are keeping to your reputation."
Erin and Bec looked up and saw their friend Kelly walking towards them. Unlike their first weeks in the hucow stable, neither felt embarrassed at being seen like this by her. She was not one of the floor staff, but still occasionally took the time during her lunch break to visit them. Erin had described to her what her new job was like, but she still wanted to see for herself.
She looked at Bec.
"I heard you've been almost always naked since taking this job, even outside of work. What's that been like?"
Bec tried to form a response, telling her that she had agreed to Matt's "order" that she was only to be clothed in public, but the feeding plug rendered any response indecipherable.
Kelly quickly realised her mistake.
"Shit, sorry; brain fart. Forgot you can't respond. I'll come over later when you're off work and we can talk."
Twin Petplay HucowsBec and Erin get a visit while being milked
"Three-quarters already? Good to see you two are keeping to your reputation."
Erin and Bec looked up and saw their friend Kelly walking towards them. Unlike their first weeks in the hucow stable, neither felt embarrassed at being seen like this by her. She was not one of the floor staff, but still occasionally took the time during her lunch break to visit them. Erin had described to her what her new job was like, but she still wanted to see for herself.
She looked at Bec.
"I heard you've been almost always naked since taking this job, even outside of work. What's that been like?"
Bec tried to form a response, telling her that she had agreed to Matt's "order" that she was only to be clothed in public, but the feeding plug rendered any response indecipherable.
Kelly quickly realised her mistake.
"Shit, sorry; brain fart. Forgot you can't respond. I'll come over later when you're off work and we can talk."
tanuno
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[StealthBadger] Forced Orgasms - POV
POV - You're making your girlfriend cum over and over
"Oh Christ...I d-don't know h-how much more I c-can taake..."
You look into Erin's eyes and say nothing. You have been ordered to keep going until you hear either the command to stop or the safeword. Neither have been given, so you continue licking and soon drive Erin over the edge again..
Forced Orgasms - POVPOV - You're making your girlfriend cum over and over
"Oh Christ...I d-don't know h-how much more I c-can taake..."
You look into Erin's eyes and say nothing. You have been ordered to keep going until you hear either the command to stop or the safeword. Neither have been given, so you continue licking and soon drive Erin over the edge again..
tanuno
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[StealthBadger] We Appreciate Your Cooperation
Constable Hazel thanks Lucas for his cooperation
"We appreciate your assistance with our enquiries, Mr. Campbell. You have been very cooperative."
Erin looked down at her husband's erect member in her hand and smirked.
"However, I am afraid we cannot...release you just yet."
Lucas squirmed and groaned a little, both at his wife's pun and also the effect her stroking was having on him.
We Appreciate Your CooperationConstable Hazel thanks Lucas for his cooperation
"We appreciate your assistance with our enquiries, Mr. Campbell. You have been very cooperative."
Erin looked down at her husband's erect member in her hand and smirked.
"However, I am afraid we cannot...release you just yet."
Lucas squirmed and groaned a little, both at his wife's pun and also the effect her stroking was having on him.
tanuno
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[StealthBadger] Not How this Was Supposed to Go
Erin thinks back on what led her to the auction block
This was not how things were supposed to go. After spending weeks searching for her twin sister, Bec, Erin had managed to track her town and came to get her. What she did not know was that her sister's captors had become aware of her search and decided a pair of twins would be more valuable. She realised too late her rescue effort had been a little too easy.
Fast forward a few months, and Erin now found herself up for sale alongside Bec. She stood in the display pose that had been drilled into her and stared into space. As the bidding climbed higher and higher, a tear escaped each eye; she wanted to turn to her sister and reassure her, but her brutal training had her fearing the consequenses.
Not How this Was Supposed to GoErin thinks back on what led her to the auction block
This was not how things were supposed to go. After spending weeks searching for her twin sister, Bec, Erin had managed to track her town and came to get her. What she did not know was that her sister's captors had become aware of her search and decided a pair of twins would be more valuable. She realised too late her rescue effort had been a little too easy.
Fast forward a few months, and Erin now found herself up for sale alongside Bec. She stood in the display pose that had been drilled into her and stared into space. As the bidding climbed higher and higher, a tear escaped each eye; she wanted to turn to her sister and reassure her, but her brutal training had her fearing the consequenses.
tanuno
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[StealthBadger] Erin on Centre Stage
Erin performs for her new master
After being enslaved and sold along with her sister >Twins Auctioned<, Erin ended up being trained as a dancer for one of her new owner's clubs. After only a few weeks, she was already performing well enough to end up on stage. The stage in question was a fully enclosed by glass and was practically a one-way mirror; the audience could see her clearly, but she was only able to see her own naked reflection. By this point, she had become accustomed to being naked; she had only worn a collar, gag, and sometimes heels since her abduction, and her owner had seen no reason to change that.
Erin on Centre StageErin performs for her new master
After being enslaved and sold along with her sister >Twins Auctioned<, Erin ended up being trained as a dancer for one of her new owner's clubs. After only a few weeks, she was already performing well enough to end up on stage. The stage in question was a fully enclosed by glass and was practically a one-way mirror; the audience could see her clearly, but she was only able to see her own naked reflection. By this point, she had become accustomed to being naked; she had only worn a collar, gag, and sometimes heels since her abduction, and her owner had seen no reason to change that.
tanuno
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[StealthBadger] Erin and Allison Expectant
Erin and Allison are milkied while heavily pregnant
"Morning girls. Just checking up on how the the mothers of my children are doing this morning."
Erin and Allison gave no response. They could not, even if they wanted to, due to the hard plastic ball each had in their mouth. They had been gagged for much of the past two days, just about any time they were not sleeping, eating, or pleasuring Lucas. Said gag allowed only the moans the let out due to the bullet vibes inside them. The vibes were intended to keep them aroused as they were milked; Lucas had been careful to ensure neither woman would cum during the session. He had also confiscated their clothing, forcing them to remain naked during their stay, and forbidden from cutting their hair for the duration of their pregnancies, which left them both with hair longer than they would usually keep.
As with all of their scenes, the pair could withdraw at any time, but both women were nowhere near that point. They simply smile at Lucas and awaited whatever he had in store for them.
Erin and Allison ExpectantErin and Allison are milkied while heavily pregnant
"Morning girls. Just checking up on how the the mothers of my children are doing this morning."
Erin and Allison gave no response. They could not, even if they wanted to, due to the hard plastic ball each had in their mouth. They had been gagged for much of the past two days, just about any time they were not sleeping, eating, or pleasuring Lucas. Said gag allowed only the moans the let out due to the bullet vibes inside them. The vibes were intended to keep them aroused as they were milked; Lucas had been careful to ensure neither woman would cum during the session. He had also confiscated their clothing, forcing them to remain naked during their stay, and forbidden from cutting their hair for the duration of their pregnancies, which left them both with hair longer than they would usually keep.
As with all of their scenes, the pair could withdraw at any time, but both women were nowhere near that point. They simply smile at Lucas and awaited whatever he had in store for them.
tanuno
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[StealthBadger] Breeding the Twins
Twin sisters hooded and bred
Twin sisters Erin and Rebecca Hazel, both newly-married, had decided they both wanted children. Both engaged in BDSM activity with Lucas and Matt, their respective now-husbands, and joked about getting tied up and bred. That conversation resulted in Erin building two pillory-style contraptions and planning a "breeding date". Two weeks later, she found herself locked into one of her own creations alongisde her sister with the help of their mutual friend Allison. The pair were hooded and had a bullet vibrator inserted to keep them on edge while they waited. When their husbands arrived, they were desperate for release and impatiently waited for Allison to explain the situation fully (the men had only received vague clues about what the night would entail).
Matt finished first, slamming into Bec as she reached her own orgasm. His wife's knees bucked as he shot his load inside her. Lucas was not long behind, eliciting a muffled cry of ecstasy from Erin under her hood. The men cleaned up and left their wives in Allison's care. The women only received a minute or two's respite before Allison secured a "rabbit"-style vibrator inside each of them and turned it on full. The twins came several more times before they were unlocked from their bonds and sent home.
Breeding the TwinsTwin sisters hooded and bred
Twin sisters Erin and Rebecca Hazel, both newly-married, had decided they both wanted children. Both engaged in BDSM activity with Lucas and Matt, their respective now-husbands, and joked about getting tied up and bred. That conversation resulted in Erin building two pillory-style contraptions and planning a "breeding date". Two weeks later, she found herself locked into one of her own creations alongisde her sister with the help of their mutual friend Allison. The pair were hooded and had a bullet vibrator inserted to keep them on edge while they waited. When their husbands arrived, they were desperate for release and impatiently waited for Allison to explain the situation fully (the men had only received vague clues about what the night would entail).
Matt finished first, slamming into Bec as she reached her own orgasm. His wife's knees bucked as he shot his load inside her. Lucas was not long behind, eliciting a muffled cry of ecstasy from Erin under her hood. The men cleaned up and left their wives in Allison's care. The women only received a minute or two's respite before Allison secured a "rabbit"-style vibrator inside each of them and turned it on full. The twins came several more times before they were unlocked from their bonds and sent home.
tanuno
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[bumper2] The Bandit King
The Bandit KingReina thought she and her friends were strong enough to take down Mondo the Barbarian King and his henchmen. The men had been raiding towns along the mountains and the Duke had put out a bounty on their heads. Reina was a cleric of no small repute and her group had been capturing bandits all across the coast. This would be easy gold.
At the entrance to the cavern she made sure to go over the plan again. Mondo was the focus, so Xena would go after him. The Arcane Assassin, never much one for words, merely nodded as she sat cross legged on the ground and ran a whetstone over her magical blade. Katriss would use her fiery blasts as crowd control, limiting the impact of the lesser thugs. The redhead merely smirked and summoned a ball of fire in her palm. Reina herself would be buffing and healing the group as needed. Confident in their respective magics, the three women moved in.
The cavern was deep and complex but they found their way to the main chamber easily enough. Only a few guards provided weak resistance on the trip. Reina stood before the door and said a prayer to her goddess, then pushed them open wide.
Mondo sat on his throne eating a roasted deer haunch. Grease dripped down his fingers onto his pants several others stood around playing cards and dice. They turned their heads at the creaking door. The Barbarian seemed unimpressed by the trio before him.
"Look men, new slaves for my harem have arrived. Fetch me the blond, I'll fuck her first."
The first wave came at the group and burned to death inside Katriss' fireball. That made the others take notice. The barbarian stood and grabbed his long maul and the battle commenced. Magic flew from the women, from sword, staff, and hand, as a dozen men fell. Mondo merely stood by his throne. Soon only a few thugs remained and the group closed near their quarry.
"You have spirit, I like that." The King bellowed in his deep voice, "I do not like your magic. How would you fare without it?" With that he lifted the lid on a small box. Inside was a gem the color of darkest night, drawing in the light forever. Like a punch to the gut Reina felt her connection to the goddess break. She staggered forward and saw the same happen to Xena's blade go dark and the fire leaving Katriss' hand as the gem projected an antimagic field. Reina began to fear. Their group was built on overpowering opponents with magic! What would they do now?
"Retreat!" She cried out. Even as she said it she heard the great doors slam shut behind them. She turned her head and saw they were trapped.
In slow motion she turned back around to see the king bearing down upon her. Others swarmed toward Xena and Katriss. Without her magic the sorceress was helpless and she screamed as they pulled her to the ground and cut the robes from her body, stripping her bare in seconds. Mondo's maul hit Reina square in the chest, knocking the wind from her and throwing her to the ground. The barbarian sat on top of her and began ripping the clothing from her body with his big, meaty hands, exposing her pale flesh to the chill air of the cavern. Over near the corner Reina saw Xena finally overcome, the sword pried from her hand as men ripped the cloth covering her yellow flesh away.
"I said I would fuck you first and I keep my word."
Mondo tore away the last vestiges of her dress and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her body over the rough floor to a table covered in chains and bindings. A deathly thin man rushed over and Mondo barked orders at him.
"I want them all in chains. They will be a lesson to all that oppose us. This one was the leader. Make sure this one can never close her legs again. Her cunt will drip endlessly down my dick." With that he went back to his throne and began eating again.
Strong hands gripped Reina and held her tight as the thin man placed manacles around her ankles and thighs. Then he attached a short chain to each, keeping them bent painfully together. Others cuffed Xena and Katriss. The dragged the mage to the wall and hung her against it, her toes barely touching the ground. Several thugs had already undressed and, with a nod from their King, threw Xena onto her hands and knees. One grabbed her hips and in a rough thrust plunged his erect member deep into her vagina. The assassin, usually so quiet, let out a scream that echoed off the stone walls.
By this time the thin man had coiled a chain around Reina's arms behind her back. He attached that to a long chain hanging from the ceiling on a pulley and hoisted her ten feet into the air.
She watched as the King tossed away the bone and removed his pants. His member was erect and monstrous. Easily a foot long and several inches around. He sat back down and watched as her naked body was lowered toward his waiting cock. When Reina's lips touched his tip he reached up and grabbed her breast. With a nod to his lackey Mondo smiled wickedly. The lackey lowered her again. Reina was horrified as her own weight forced her pussy down his engorged cock, splitting her lips wide apart as her vagina painfully stretched to accept such a massive insertion.
"You will be mine until I tire of you." Mondo, the Barbarian King growled into her ear as he squeezed her breast, "I suggest you don't disappoint me."
With that he thrust inside her. Reina arched her head back and cried out in pain and defeat. She was dimly aware that Xena hadn't stopped screaming either, as one man finished and another took his place. Others were approaching Katriss, erect and with obvious intent. Reina screamed again as Mondo plunged in fully, his massive balls slapping her tender flesh and a stray thought crossed her mind.
This was supposed to be easy gold.
At the entrance to the cavern she made sure to go over the plan again. Mondo was the focus, so Xena would go after him. The Arcane Assassin, never much one for words, merely nodded as she sat cross legged on the ground and ran a whetstone over her magical blade. Katriss would use her fiery blasts as crowd control, limiting the impact of the lesser thugs. The redhead merely smirked and summoned a ball of fire in her palm. Reina herself would be buffing and healing the group as needed. Confident in their respective magics, the three women moved in.
The cavern was deep and complex but they found their way to the main chamber easily enough. Only a few guards provided weak resistance on the trip. Reina stood before the door and said a prayer to her goddess, then pushed them open wide.
Mondo sat on his throne eating a roasted deer haunch. Grease dripped down his fingers onto his pants several others stood around playing cards and dice. They turned their heads at the creaking door. The Barbarian seemed unimpressed by the trio before him.
"Look men, new slaves for my harem have arrived. Fetch me the blond, I'll fuck her first."
The first wave came at the group and burned to death inside Katriss' fireball. That made the others take notice. The barbarian stood and grabbed his long maul and the battle commenced. Magic flew from the women, from sword, staff, and hand, as a dozen men fell. Mondo merely stood by his throne. Soon only a few thugs remained and the group closed near their quarry.
"You have spirit, I like that." The King bellowed in his deep voice, "I do not like your magic. How would you fare without it?" With that he lifted the lid on a small box. Inside was a gem the color of darkest night, drawing in the light forever. Like a punch to the gut Reina felt her connection to the goddess break. She staggered forward and saw the same happen to Xena's blade go dark and the fire leaving Katriss' hand as the gem projected an antimagic field. Reina began to fear. Their group was built on overpowering opponents with magic! What would they do now?
"Retreat!" She cried out. Even as she said it she heard the great doors slam shut behind them. She turned her head and saw they were trapped.
In slow motion she turned back around to see the king bearing down upon her. Others swarmed toward Xena and Katriss. Without her magic the sorceress was helpless and she screamed as they pulled her to the ground and cut the robes from her body, stripping her bare in seconds. Mondo's maul hit Reina square in the chest, knocking the wind from her and throwing her to the ground. The barbarian sat on top of her and began ripping the clothing from her body with his big, meaty hands, exposing her pale flesh to the chill air of the cavern. Over near the corner Reina saw Xena finally overcome, the sword pried from her hand as men ripped the cloth covering her yellow flesh away.
"I said I would fuck you first and I keep my word."
Mondo tore away the last vestiges of her dress and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her body over the rough floor to a table covered in chains and bindings. A deathly thin man rushed over and Mondo barked orders at him.
"I want them all in chains. They will be a lesson to all that oppose us. This one was the leader. Make sure this one can never close her legs again. Her cunt will drip endlessly down my dick." With that he went back to his throne and began eating again.
Strong hands gripped Reina and held her tight as the thin man placed manacles around her ankles and thighs. Then he attached a short chain to each, keeping them bent painfully together. Others cuffed Xena and Katriss. The dragged the mage to the wall and hung her against it, her toes barely touching the ground. Several thugs had already undressed and, with a nod from their King, threw Xena onto her hands and knees. One grabbed her hips and in a rough thrust plunged his erect member deep into her vagina. The assassin, usually so quiet, let out a scream that echoed off the stone walls.
By this time the thin man had coiled a chain around Reina's arms behind her back. He attached that to a long chain hanging from the ceiling on a pulley and hoisted her ten feet into the air.
She watched as the King tossed away the bone and removed his pants. His member was erect and monstrous. Easily a foot long and several inches around. He sat back down and watched as her naked body was lowered toward his waiting cock. When Reina's lips touched his tip he reached up and grabbed her breast. With a nod to his lackey Mondo smiled wickedly. The lackey lowered her again. Reina was horrified as her own weight forced her pussy down his engorged cock, splitting her lips wide apart as her vagina painfully stretched to accept such a massive insertion.
"You will be mine until I tire of you." Mondo, the Barbarian King growled into her ear as he squeezed her breast, "I suggest you don't disappoint me."
With that he thrust inside her. Reina arched her head back and cried out in pain and defeat. She was dimly aware that Xena hadn't stopped screaming either, as one man finished and another took his place. Others were approaching Katriss, erect and with obvious intent. Reina screamed again as Mondo plunged in fully, his massive balls slapping her tender flesh and a stray thought crossed her mind.
This was supposed to be easy gold.
tanuno
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[bumper2] The Doctor and Subject 12
The Doctor and Subject 12Sherri's head hurt, and she didn't know why. All her thoughts seemed muddled and scattered. All she could remember were bits and pieces.
She remembered her pledge dare by her sorority was to explore the decrepit abandoned asylum in the woods. They wouldn't let her join if she didn't have proof. So she put on a warm sweater and jacket and marched off through the autumn air.
Sherri jumped the gate and headed in. She explored the rooms for a bit, intrigued. This asylum had obviously been closed down in the thirties. She could only stare at the strange tools and rusty implements they had used on the inmates. As a psychology major it seemed barbaric to her.
Then she remembered losing her flashlight and her way in the long winding halls. And now she remembered the floor giving way beneath her feet, and the fall. She must have hit her head.
Sherri shivered at the thought. Then she shivered again. It was chilly. Sherri thought she had dressed warmly enough, and tried to bring her arms close to ward off the cold. They would not budge.
That cleared her head. Her eyes fluttered open immediately. She was in one of the exam chambers from earlier. Blue moonlight shown through the windows, she had obviously been unconscious a several hours. Sherri understood why she was cold. All of her clothing had been removed and tossed to the corner. She was chained onto some kind of metal 'X'. It stretched her limbs painfully apart and exposed every inch of her pale, young flesh to the night air. All of this was frightening, but not terrifying. What was terrifying was the old, white-haired man standing next to her.
He started down his hooked nose at her, his face impassive but a twisted light in his eyes. He wore a long, white doctor's lab coat and brown boots. He had no pants on. Instead, his limp member jutted out from between the folds of his buttoned coat.
"Hello patient twelve." The doctor spoke in cool, even words. His voice was high pitched, and had an affected, lilting tones to it. "Did you know you had the gift?"
Sherri was confused and scared. "What gift? Who are you? Let me go!"
The doctor merely smiled. It was gentle and terrible.
"I am Dr Triton. I was a doctor here for over forty years, before my death in that unfortunate riot. The gift I speak of is being able to interact with spirits. And having them interact with you, twelve."
"My name is Sherri, and you better let me out of here." She spat back at this obviously insane man.
He merely shook his head and smiled wider. It was a terrible thing to behold.
"It might have been, once. Now you are merely my latest test subject. It is time for the tests to begin."
He pulled over a trolley. It was covered in rusty metal tools like she had seen all over the asylum. The first one here picked up was a long needle. His hand went to her exposed right breast and gripped it tightly and she let out a cry. As cold as she was, his touch was like the chill of the grave. He placed the sharp point next to the side of her nipple, erect from the autumn air, and spoke again.
"Your breasts are heavy and full, that is good. The gift is rare. In one hundred years I've only found eleven others that I could touch. Those eleven were much like you, wandering these abandoned halls before falling prey to one of my traps. There were others, of course. But without the gift I could merely watch as they died or limped away." The man smiled and squeezed her breast hard. "None of the others were as enticing as you, however. If I may say so, you are very attractive. Now no more words for a while, subject twelve. I would like to concentrate on the task at hand, and listen to your screams."
With that he plunged the icy needle straight through her nipple. Scream Sherri did as the pain tore through her. The doctor stretched her nipple upwards, pulling the brand new hole wider, then picked up an small iron rod. Expertly he hooked it through the hole and released her breast. His hand went to Sherri's left breast and quickly repeated the process. The needle pierced her flesh just as easily as before and she screamed again, visibly crying as her back arched in pain. Once again he squeezed an iron rod through.
Sherri looked at what he had done. She had always been proud of her breasts. Now they were marred forever.
The doctor moved behind her and she heard the squeak of wheels on the floor. He was dragging a tall pole over with two long chains. These he attached to the rings on her throbbing nipples before stretching them painful taunt upwards. She screamed again.
The doctor walked next to her again. As he passed through the moonlight she clearly saw it glow through him. A new wave of horror welled up as she realized he had been telling the truth. He really was a ghost.
The specter reached out and placed his wrinkled, icy hand on her lower lips as Sherri gasped at the touch. He smiled that horrible smile again, then spoke.
"In life I was obsessed with sexual pain and torment. I would work on my subjects, then take my pleasure, then continue my work." He spread Sherri's lips wide with two fingers, probing and poking her sex with a pair of forcepts before clenching her right labia in its metal grip and pulling her pussy open wide. "There is a theory that a ghost can separate your soul from your physical form. If enough distress is enacted in the proper amounts. You would be mine, to be experimented on forever. Let's test that theory." With that. He withdrew his hand and picked up a long, rusty ice pick. From the direction of his eyes she knew exactly where he intended to use it. Sherri looked at the ghost as he leaned in and saw eternity.
She remembered her pledge dare by her sorority was to explore the decrepit abandoned asylum in the woods. They wouldn't let her join if she didn't have proof. So she put on a warm sweater and jacket and marched off through the autumn air.
Sherri jumped the gate and headed in. She explored the rooms for a bit, intrigued. This asylum had obviously been closed down in the thirties. She could only stare at the strange tools and rusty implements they had used on the inmates. As a psychology major it seemed barbaric to her.
Then she remembered losing her flashlight and her way in the long winding halls. And now she remembered the floor giving way beneath her feet, and the fall. She must have hit her head.
Sherri shivered at the thought. Then she shivered again. It was chilly. Sherri thought she had dressed warmly enough, and tried to bring her arms close to ward off the cold. They would not budge.
That cleared her head. Her eyes fluttered open immediately. She was in one of the exam chambers from earlier. Blue moonlight shown through the windows, she had obviously been unconscious a several hours. Sherri understood why she was cold. All of her clothing had been removed and tossed to the corner. She was chained onto some kind of metal 'X'. It stretched her limbs painfully apart and exposed every inch of her pale, young flesh to the night air. All of this was frightening, but not terrifying. What was terrifying was the old, white-haired man standing next to her.
He started down his hooked nose at her, his face impassive but a twisted light in his eyes. He wore a long, white doctor's lab coat and brown boots. He had no pants on. Instead, his limp member jutted out from between the folds of his buttoned coat.
"Hello patient twelve." The doctor spoke in cool, even words. His voice was high pitched, and had an affected, lilting tones to it. "Did you know you had the gift?"
Sherri was confused and scared. "What gift? Who are you? Let me go!"
The doctor merely smiled. It was gentle and terrible.
"I am Dr Triton. I was a doctor here for over forty years, before my death in that unfortunate riot. The gift I speak of is being able to interact with spirits. And having them interact with you, twelve."
"My name is Sherri, and you better let me out of here." She spat back at this obviously insane man.
He merely shook his head and smiled wider. It was a terrible thing to behold.
"It might have been, once. Now you are merely my latest test subject. It is time for the tests to begin."
He pulled over a trolley. It was covered in rusty metal tools like she had seen all over the asylum. The first one here picked up was a long needle. His hand went to her exposed right breast and gripped it tightly and she let out a cry. As cold as she was, his touch was like the chill of the grave. He placed the sharp point next to the side of her nipple, erect from the autumn air, and spoke again.
"Your breasts are heavy and full, that is good. The gift is rare. In one hundred years I've only found eleven others that I could touch. Those eleven were much like you, wandering these abandoned halls before falling prey to one of my traps. There were others, of course. But without the gift I could merely watch as they died or limped away." The man smiled and squeezed her breast hard. "None of the others were as enticing as you, however. If I may say so, you are very attractive. Now no more words for a while, subject twelve. I would like to concentrate on the task at hand, and listen to your screams."
With that he plunged the icy needle straight through her nipple. Scream Sherri did as the pain tore through her. The doctor stretched her nipple upwards, pulling the brand new hole wider, then picked up an small iron rod. Expertly he hooked it through the hole and released her breast. His hand went to Sherri's left breast and quickly repeated the process. The needle pierced her flesh just as easily as before and she screamed again, visibly crying as her back arched in pain. Once again he squeezed an iron rod through.
Sherri looked at what he had done. She had always been proud of her breasts. Now they were marred forever.
The doctor moved behind her and she heard the squeak of wheels on the floor. He was dragging a tall pole over with two long chains. These he attached to the rings on her throbbing nipples before stretching them painful taunt upwards. She screamed again.
The doctor walked next to her again. As he passed through the moonlight she clearly saw it glow through him. A new wave of horror welled up as she realized he had been telling the truth. He really was a ghost.
The specter reached out and placed his wrinkled, icy hand on her lower lips as Sherri gasped at the touch. He smiled that horrible smile again, then spoke.
"In life I was obsessed with sexual pain and torment. I would work on my subjects, then take my pleasure, then continue my work." He spread Sherri's lips wide with two fingers, probing and poking her sex with a pair of forcepts before clenching her right labia in its metal grip and pulling her pussy open wide. "There is a theory that a ghost can separate your soul from your physical form. If enough distress is enacted in the proper amounts. You would be mine, to be experimented on forever. Let's test that theory." With that. He withdrew his hand and picked up a long, rusty ice pick. From the direction of his eyes she knew exactly where he intended to use it. Sherri looked at the ghost as he leaned in and saw eternity.
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[bumper2] The Secretary's Bonus
"Hello Mr Stevens, what brings you down today? Oh, the quarterly reports - right. I've been running a little behind lately. My secretary seems to BE HIDING again. Yes, I had high hopes for Karen as well.
"Here they are, I'll email them to you and the board in an hour. Yes, I know that's supposed to be Karen's job, but she's a little TIED UP at the moment.
"Don't worry. I know she understands the ENORMITY of the TASK AT HAND. I wouldn't say she SUCKS at her job all the time though.
"She seems to BE DOWN a lot lately. She's a single mother, you know. Always asking for a raise. I'd be happy to oblige. Honestly, Karen's a GREAT ASSet to me.
"She's TAKEN GREAT LENGTHS to PLEASE me. However, maybe it would be best to change her job title to executive assistant and hire a new secretary. Yes, I know that'll cost but with these third quarter results the company is making more than enough profits. I'm sure the board would approve.
"Oh, thank you Mr Stevens! I'm sure she'll be PUMPED to hear it.
"No, I don't know where she is now. I sent her to do a HUGE THING for me. I can assure you she's taken a LARGE LOAD OFF ME more than a few times.
"Yes she is a looker sir. I know everyone thinks I hired her for her looks, I didn't. Please let's not be crass now. I don't want to RAM IT DOWN YOUR THROAT but we shouldn't objectify women like that.
"Thank you again for the visit Mr Stevens. I'm glad you're happy with how I run this department. I'll make sure to tell Karen when she gets back as well. She... ah... she... ahhh... she'll DRINK UP your praise, I'm sure!"
Karen remained chained under the desk, glad she couldn't audibly groan. First, her cheeks were full of the spunk her boss had just unloaded in her mouth. Secondly, the terms of their arrangement stated that anyone that found out could fuck her as well.
She had already been doing this every day for the past week. Everyday Karen came to work in the tightest outfit she could and sauntered around while doing her work. Then after lunch she'd stand still as he removed her all clothes except her pantyhose and high heels, then grope every inch of her body. Next came the cuffs and chains as he methodically bound her under the desk, positioning her head at the perfect level for his cock to rest in. Then she'd suck him off nonstop for the rest of the day, swallowing everything. And he came a lot.
Her knees ached and she couldn't get the taste of his semen out of her mouth. She couldn't truly complain though; he was paying her an extra grand a week. He was offering another thousand if he could fuck her and she knew it was only a matter of time before she'd let him in her pussy.
Regardless, Karen knew one thing for sure: if she had to endure his bad puns much longer she'd be asking for double next time she was due for a raise.
The Secretary's Bonus"Hello Mr Stevens, what brings you down today? Oh, the quarterly reports - right. I've been running a little behind lately. My secretary seems to BE HIDING again. Yes, I had high hopes for Karen as well.
"Here they are, I'll email them to you and the board in an hour. Yes, I know that's supposed to be Karen's job, but she's a little TIED UP at the moment.
"Don't worry. I know she understands the ENORMITY of the TASK AT HAND. I wouldn't say she SUCKS at her job all the time though.
"She seems to BE DOWN a lot lately. She's a single mother, you know. Always asking for a raise. I'd be happy to oblige. Honestly, Karen's a GREAT ASSet to me.
"She's TAKEN GREAT LENGTHS to PLEASE me. However, maybe it would be best to change her job title to executive assistant and hire a new secretary. Yes, I know that'll cost but with these third quarter results the company is making more than enough profits. I'm sure the board would approve.
"Oh, thank you Mr Stevens! I'm sure she'll be PUMPED to hear it.
"No, I don't know where she is now. I sent her to do a HUGE THING for me. I can assure you she's taken a LARGE LOAD OFF ME more than a few times.
"Yes she is a looker sir. I know everyone thinks I hired her for her looks, I didn't. Please let's not be crass now. I don't want to RAM IT DOWN YOUR THROAT but we shouldn't objectify women like that.
"Thank you again for the visit Mr Stevens. I'm glad you're happy with how I run this department. I'll make sure to tell Karen when she gets back as well. She... ah... she... ahhh... she'll DRINK UP your praise, I'm sure!"
Karen remained chained under the desk, glad she couldn't audibly groan. First, her cheeks were full of the spunk her boss had just unloaded in her mouth. Secondly, the terms of their arrangement stated that anyone that found out could fuck her as well.
She had already been doing this every day for the past week. Everyday Karen came to work in the tightest outfit she could and sauntered around while doing her work. Then after lunch she'd stand still as he removed her all clothes except her pantyhose and high heels, then grope every inch of her body. Next came the cuffs and chains as he methodically bound her under the desk, positioning her head at the perfect level for his cock to rest in. Then she'd suck him off nonstop for the rest of the day, swallowing everything. And he came a lot.
Her knees ached and she couldn't get the taste of his semen out of her mouth. She couldn't truly complain though; he was paying her an extra grand a week. He was offering another thousand if he could fuck her and she knew it was only a matter of time before she'd let him in her pussy.
Regardless, Karen knew one thing for sure: if she had to endure his bad puns much longer she'd be asking for double next time she was due for a raise.
tanuno
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[bumper2] Communing with Nature
Communing with NatureMelissa was tending bar on a Wednesday morning again. She hated working day shift for two reasons: she never made any money and never got to any auditions. After all, that's why she had moved to New York from South Dakota. Her parents were pressuring her to come back, after all it had almost been a year and she hadn't gotten her big break yet.
A man came in and sat down at her empty bar. "Can I get a Heineken?" He asked in a polite tone. Ug, thought Melissa. That stuff was like shit water, but despite the plethora of beers on tap almost everyone ordered it. She dutifully poured the drink and set out down in front of him.
"My name's Mark." His easy going voice intoned. Great, another talker. Guys always wanted to talk to Melissa. She was hot after all, with long brown hair and a banging body. It was a slow morning though, and she could probably use the company, and people tipped better when they talked. Besides, he was decently cute.
An hour later they were chatting like old friends. Mark was charismatic and funny, lifting Melissa's spirits accordingly. She was laughing in spite of herself, and practically ignoring the random other customers today had wandered in. She was pleasantly surprised that he hadn't even been ogling her breasts in the low cut uniform the bar made her wear. Then he asked a simple question that had a complex answer.
"So have you enjoyed your first year in NYC?"
Bitterness came welling up from the pit of her stomach. Without meaning to, Melissa told him how things weren't panning out the way she thought they would. How hard it was to survive here. How she missed South Dakota, missed the trees. Mark nodded in agreement.
"It sounds like you need a vacation. You should go commune with nature. There's a great place upstate to camp, near the Adirondacks. Trees and birds and peace. Really helps you settle yourself, and not another person around for miles! You could even walk around naked if you wanted, commune with nature better."
Melissa was taken aback by this sudden statement. "I'm guessing you'd want to frolic naked with me, hmm? Sorry, but I don't sleep with customers."
You her surprise Mark merely laughed. "Thanks for the thought, but I couldn't sex you up right now. I have a long week at work. I could loan you my camping gear though. And all it'll cost you is a train ticket. Trust me, communing with nature will help you see where your life is going."
Melissa thought about it. She could get Rachel to cover a few off her shifts, and it would be nice to get out of the city for a bit. Finally she gave in, taking Mark's number and promising to call tomorrow. He paid his tab and left. When Melissa went over to grab her tip she saw it was a fifty dollar bill with a note: 'This should cover the train, go to commune with nature.'
That night she packed up clothes and food for the trip, and the next morning met up with Mark to grab the gear. An hour later she took the train out of Grand Central and was headed up north.
Mark's directions had been great. Soon she was in the fresh air, far from anyone. Melissa set up the tent easily and sat down on the soft ground, enjoying the warm June air and the sounds of the woods, and for the first time in months felt totally relaxed. After several hours, she remembered the lake about half a mile away. A swim would feel great right about now, but she hadn't brought a swimsuit. She thought about what Mark had said. There was no one around for miles and she could well around naked if she wanted. Well, she had gone skinny dipping at home several times, and could use a tan. She unbuttoned her plaid shirt and jean shorts, casting them off next to the tent. Next went her bra and panties. The warm air grazed her curvy form and the grass felt amazing under her toes. She began to walk toward the lake, the sun cascading over her nude body, not a care in the world.
Five minutes later Melissa heard a branch crack in the woods. She turned her head slightly and saw two men creeping up on her. It was only then that she realized just how vulnerable she was.
She screamed and started running as fast as she could, branches and twigs digging into her bare feet. The men let out a yell and gave chase. Long strides in sturdy boots let them close the distance easily. One lunged forward, tackling Melissa around the waist and bringing her to the ground. She screamed again, trying to get up and fight back. The man merely laughed as he caught her in a full nelson and pulled her up on her knees. The other man, obviously the leader, was already removing his clothes, his hard member springing forth from his pants. He walked over toward then and nonchalantly grabbed her naked breasts. "Yes, she'll do nicely." His hands rolled down Melissa's body, grabbing her ass. Then he lay on the ground, and pulled her toward his waiting cock. The other man laughed again and removed his pants. His hand went to her head and began pushing her down. This forced her pussy onto the leader's dick, and Melissa screamed again as it buried itself deep. The leader spoke.
"I'll have her first, then you may have a turn. The settlement will be better for some fresh life. Make sure to send payment to Mark for his hard work and good taste, as well as his property back." Had head turned to Melissa as he started to thrust, grinding deep into her with powerful strokes. "You are ours now. Your future entails cooking, cleaning, and pleasing the men of the commune. Trust me when I say no one will find you out here. We are your family now, and we are glad to have you. You may call me Nature."
As the fucking continued she realized Mark had been right. Melissa knew her future now, she would be communing with Nature for years to come.
A man came in and sat down at her empty bar. "Can I get a Heineken?" He asked in a polite tone. Ug, thought Melissa. That stuff was like shit water, but despite the plethora of beers on tap almost everyone ordered it. She dutifully poured the drink and set out down in front of him.
"My name's Mark." His easy going voice intoned. Great, another talker. Guys always wanted to talk to Melissa. She was hot after all, with long brown hair and a banging body. It was a slow morning though, and she could probably use the company, and people tipped better when they talked. Besides, he was decently cute.
An hour later they were chatting like old friends. Mark was charismatic and funny, lifting Melissa's spirits accordingly. She was laughing in spite of herself, and practically ignoring the random other customers today had wandered in. She was pleasantly surprised that he hadn't even been ogling her breasts in the low cut uniform the bar made her wear. Then he asked a simple question that had a complex answer.
"So have you enjoyed your first year in NYC?"
Bitterness came welling up from the pit of her stomach. Without meaning to, Melissa told him how things weren't panning out the way she thought they would. How hard it was to survive here. How she missed South Dakota, missed the trees. Mark nodded in agreement.
"It sounds like you need a vacation. You should go commune with nature. There's a great place upstate to camp, near the Adirondacks. Trees and birds and peace. Really helps you settle yourself, and not another person around for miles! You could even walk around naked if you wanted, commune with nature better."
Melissa was taken aback by this sudden statement. "I'm guessing you'd want to frolic naked with me, hmm? Sorry, but I don't sleep with customers."
You her surprise Mark merely laughed. "Thanks for the thought, but I couldn't sex you up right now. I have a long week at work. I could loan you my camping gear though. And all it'll cost you is a train ticket. Trust me, communing with nature will help you see where your life is going."
Melissa thought about it. She could get Rachel to cover a few off her shifts, and it would be nice to get out of the city for a bit. Finally she gave in, taking Mark's number and promising to call tomorrow. He paid his tab and left. When Melissa went over to grab her tip she saw it was a fifty dollar bill with a note: 'This should cover the train, go to commune with nature.'
That night she packed up clothes and food for the trip, and the next morning met up with Mark to grab the gear. An hour later she took the train out of Grand Central and was headed up north.
Mark's directions had been great. Soon she was in the fresh air, far from anyone. Melissa set up the tent easily and sat down on the soft ground, enjoying the warm June air and the sounds of the woods, and for the first time in months felt totally relaxed. After several hours, she remembered the lake about half a mile away. A swim would feel great right about now, but she hadn't brought a swimsuit. She thought about what Mark had said. There was no one around for miles and she could well around naked if she wanted. Well, she had gone skinny dipping at home several times, and could use a tan. She unbuttoned her plaid shirt and jean shorts, casting them off next to the tent. Next went her bra and panties. The warm air grazed her curvy form and the grass felt amazing under her toes. She began to walk toward the lake, the sun cascading over her nude body, not a care in the world.
Five minutes later Melissa heard a branch crack in the woods. She turned her head slightly and saw two men creeping up on her. It was only then that she realized just how vulnerable she was.
She screamed and started running as fast as she could, branches and twigs digging into her bare feet. The men let out a yell and gave chase. Long strides in sturdy boots let them close the distance easily. One lunged forward, tackling Melissa around the waist and bringing her to the ground. She screamed again, trying to get up and fight back. The man merely laughed as he caught her in a full nelson and pulled her up on her knees. The other man, obviously the leader, was already removing his clothes, his hard member springing forth from his pants. He walked over toward then and nonchalantly grabbed her naked breasts. "Yes, she'll do nicely." His hands rolled down Melissa's body, grabbing her ass. Then he lay on the ground, and pulled her toward his waiting cock. The other man laughed again and removed his pants. His hand went to her head and began pushing her down. This forced her pussy onto the leader's dick, and Melissa screamed again as it buried itself deep. The leader spoke.
"I'll have her first, then you may have a turn. The settlement will be better for some fresh life. Make sure to send payment to Mark for his hard work and good taste, as well as his property back." Had head turned to Melissa as he started to thrust, grinding deep into her with powerful strokes. "You are ours now. Your future entails cooking, cleaning, and pleasing the men of the commune. Trust me when I say no one will find you out here. We are your family now, and we are glad to have you. You may call me Nature."
As the fucking continued she realized Mark had been right. Melissa knew her future now, she would be communing with Nature for years to come.
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[bumper2] Anticipation
"Hey darling, now don't ya look good. Prettiest thing we done picked up in weeks. Nice body too. I even like yer tan. You brought this on yerself ya know. Shouldn't a gone sunbathing on that empty beach. Go ahead and yell if'n ya like. No one out here to hear ya.
"Ya got big, heavy tits. First thing that attracted me to ya, after all. Funbags like that are made to be shared. They'll feel good in my hands as I squeeze 'em. Wonder how far I can stretch 'em. Probably pretty good. They'll be time fer that later, don't worry.
"As you can see, me and Bubba are rock hard for you. So hard we can lift yer big tits with 'em. Go ahead, look at 'em. I said LOOK. There ya go. Good girl. This'll be the gentlest thing ya feel for a while, so enjoy it while ya can.
"Now, while yer staring let me tell ya what's gonna happen. I'm gonna take what yer looking at and cram it down yer throat. Imma get in there deep, until my balls slap against your chin. Then I'm gonna fuck those pretty lips a yers until I shoot a load into yer belly. It'll feel pretty good, fer me at least. Then I'm gonna do it again. Might move on to that puffy cunt a yers. Haven't decided yet. Depends on how I'm feelin. Then I'll just keep fuckin ya all night. Lookin forward to it.
"Don't worry, I got the stamina fer it. I took one a them viagra's while we was strippin ya down and washin ya up. Hope ya didn't mind us shovin the hose up yer pussy but ya can't be too careful nowadays. Then agin, I don't care if ya do mind. No telling where a whore like you's been.
"I can tell yer wondering what Bubba will be up to all this time. Well, Bubba here's an ass man. Ya do have a fine ass. He'll be all up in there fer most a the night. Ream ya pretty good, in point a fact. It's a good thing too. Pudgy man like that should be below ya. Otherwise he might push yer leg outta socket, like he done to that other girl. Better for ya to sit on it.
"After its all done fer the night I'll let Bubba werk ya over. Let's just say he has dark tastes. The whip and iron will be the best part a it. The last girl lasted three days. A course, Bubba took breaks to fuck her agin an I stopped by a couple a times. Me, I'll be leaving come sunrise. I don't care fer the screams and I gotta take the missus' to church. Just remember, when ya finally close yer eyes ta be with God we'll be feedin ya to the pigs. Yer pig food now, darling.
"Now don't cry. I can see ya tearing up. I don't care fer it much but it does make Bubba's dick harder. More energetic too. I don't care how wide yer asshole is, him buckin you off'll hurt. I'm just looking out fer you darling.
"If'n ya try to run I'll let Bubba secure ya to the ground with the bear traps. Ya won't last as long but it'll hurt like the dickens.
"I've talked fer a while now an my cock's achin to get wet. Shall we begin?"
Anticipation"Hey darling, now don't ya look good. Prettiest thing we done picked up in weeks. Nice body too. I even like yer tan. You brought this on yerself ya know. Shouldn't a gone sunbathing on that empty beach. Go ahead and yell if'n ya like. No one out here to hear ya.
"Ya got big, heavy tits. First thing that attracted me to ya, after all. Funbags like that are made to be shared. They'll feel good in my hands as I squeeze 'em. Wonder how far I can stretch 'em. Probably pretty good. They'll be time fer that later, don't worry.
"As you can see, me and Bubba are rock hard for you. So hard we can lift yer big tits with 'em. Go ahead, look at 'em. I said LOOK. There ya go. Good girl. This'll be the gentlest thing ya feel for a while, so enjoy it while ya can.
"Now, while yer staring let me tell ya what's gonna happen. I'm gonna take what yer looking at and cram it down yer throat. Imma get in there deep, until my balls slap against your chin. Then I'm gonna fuck those pretty lips a yers until I shoot a load into yer belly. It'll feel pretty good, fer me at least. Then I'm gonna do it again. Might move on to that puffy cunt a yers. Haven't decided yet. Depends on how I'm feelin. Then I'll just keep fuckin ya all night. Lookin forward to it.
"Don't worry, I got the stamina fer it. I took one a them viagra's while we was strippin ya down and washin ya up. Hope ya didn't mind us shovin the hose up yer pussy but ya can't be too careful nowadays. Then agin, I don't care if ya do mind. No telling where a whore like you's been.
"I can tell yer wondering what Bubba will be up to all this time. Well, Bubba here's an ass man. Ya do have a fine ass. He'll be all up in there fer most a the night. Ream ya pretty good, in point a fact. It's a good thing too. Pudgy man like that should be below ya. Otherwise he might push yer leg outta socket, like he done to that other girl. Better for ya to sit on it.
"After its all done fer the night I'll let Bubba werk ya over. Let's just say he has dark tastes. The whip and iron will be the best part a it. The last girl lasted three days. A course, Bubba took breaks to fuck her agin an I stopped by a couple a times. Me, I'll be leaving come sunrise. I don't care fer the screams and I gotta take the missus' to church. Just remember, when ya finally close yer eyes ta be with God we'll be feedin ya to the pigs. Yer pig food now, darling.
"Now don't cry. I can see ya tearing up. I don't care fer it much but it does make Bubba's dick harder. More energetic too. I don't care how wide yer asshole is, him buckin you off'll hurt. I'm just looking out fer you darling.
"If'n ya try to run I'll let Bubba secure ya to the ground with the bear traps. Ya won't last as long but it'll hurt like the dickens.
"I've talked fer a while now an my cock's achin to get wet. Shall we begin?"
tanuno
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[bumper2] Eternal Life
If people like this I'll make the prequel images in the story.
Eternal LifeIf people like this I'll make the prequel images in the story.
Christie was new to magic but felt pretty sure she would make a good witch. She had been trying out tarot cards since she was given them as a birthday gift for turning twenty. They always read the same thing about her future though. The death card.
She didn't want to die, was becoming more paranoid about it by the day. Everything she read online stated that it meant change, not necessarily death, but she didn't believe it. It happened too often. She started doing searches for spells to live longer. Most seemed stupid, lighting candles, cleansing stuff, organic eating, but then she found a different webpage.
It was black, with red designs and green text on something called geocities. Seemed legit. It had a disclaimer at the top that this were real and powerful spells, not you be taken lightly. The dude's blog had a spell that said you could summon a demon to make a wish. The demon would enter a contract that did anything the summoner wanted. She'd have to find a demon's name to call them up though. A quick Google search came up with a bunch of them.
Lilith immediately peaked her interest! The original succubus! She would be, like, super powerful and stuff. Christie was worried she might be *too* powerful though. Maybe one of her daughters... the one named Veririca sounded good. She'd try her.
The two days until the full moon lasted forever. Christie spent it collecting the things she needed for the spell. Lots of salt for the circle, some black quartz, a single black candle. The webpage recommended a silver necklace as well but her dad was being a douche and wouldn't give her the money. He told her to just go get a job. As if!
When the day finally came she packed up her stuff and snuck out to the woods behind her house. The spell recommended being naked but Christie ignored that advise. Instead she dressed up totally goth style. She had on a black bra and panties, black jeans, a tight black t-shirt, and red lipstick. As an afterthought she tied on a black cape and hood with red velvet interior that complemented her short and messy red hair. This was a demoness after all, she should look professional. Show Veririca she wasn't to be trifled with.
Christie poured the salt into a circle and put the quartz around it. Then she stood inside and lit the candle. In the confidence that only a novice could have she spoke.
"Veririca! I summon thee. Come grant me my wish!"
There was a flash of dark light, splitting in half into a portal. Out of the darkness and into the moonlight strode a figure.
It was a tall woman, easily seven feet tall, with pink flesh and bright green hair. She had wide hips and large breasts curving into a perfect hourglass shape. Christie saw every bit of her soft flesh move as the succubus was completely naked. It cooed at her.
The demoness walked up to Christie until she was only three feet away, looking half intrigued and half bored. Christie felt she had to exert some authority.
"Uh... halt!"
The creature stopped its progress and looked at her. The summoner gained confidence.
"That's right! I am in control here demon! I..."
"I smell virgin blood." The demoness spoke in a cloyingly flirtatious voice. "Is that why you called out to a succubus? To learn the ways of passion?"
Christie was taken aback. It was true she hadn't gone all the way yet. Not that boys didn't try. She had a good figure and perky tits after all. She just didn't care for any of the boys at school. They weren't mature enough for her. Besides that time with Nelson Gray, but blowjobs didn't count.
"Ew, gross. Why would you think that?"
This seemed to shock the creature. "Well, I am a sex demon. That's what succubi are." She placed a well manicured hand on her hip. "Everyone knows that."
"I didn't. I just liked the idea of bringing a strong woman into the world. I didn't know you did... sex things."
The succubus audibly sighed. "You don't know much about the occult, do you little one?" Christie got the impression she was mocking her.
"Now look here, you. I summoned you! The spell says I get to make a wish! And you have to do it!"
This time the demoness laughed in Christie's face. "All right, little one." It placed its hands on its legs and seductively slid them up, running over its hips and breasts and through the green hair before posing submissively. "I am yours to command mistress, and I've been a naughty girl. What shall I do for you?"
Christie wasn't a lesbian, but damn. She pulled herself together though. There was something she wanted.
"I wish for eternal life!" Christie commanded as forcefully as she could, a smirk playing over her lips. The demoness looked stunned. Its arms dropped down and folded in front.
"Are you serious?" It wasn't a question.
"Well... uh... yeah." Christie stammered out. "I want to live forever."
The succubi rolled its eyes and sighed again. A golden parchment appeared in front of Christie. On it was written eight words. 'I will let Veririca keep me alive forever.'
"Just sign at the bottom, little one." A quill appeared. Christie hastily grabbed it and wrote her name. This was better then she expected! Just wait until she wrote about this on facebook! When she finished the parchment disappeared. The demoness turned toward the portal.
"Come along little one."
Christie was confused. "What do you mean? I got what I wanted. Now begone, or whatever." The succubi turned back towards her, malice on her face.
"The easiest way for a mortal to live forever is in hell. Or heaven, I guess, but that doesn't really apply to you anymore. You'll be my plaything there. Forever."
Christie backed up a step... what was going on? For the first time she felt scared.
"No, I wanted eternal life here... I get to stay here..."
Veririca cut her off. "No I don't. Wasn't in the contract. Now I won't ask again, come along." It took a step forward. Christie panicked and turned to run. She got three steps before it felt like she got a brick wall. Dazed, she looked down to see the salt circle glowing. A soft but extremely strong hand gripped her shoulder.
"You really don't know anything about magic, do you? You're supposed to summon from OUTSIDE the circle to trap naughty demons in." The hand turned her around. Christie's head was inches from Veririca's pointed nipples. Then she was effortlessly lifted into the air until she could stare the demoness in the eyes. "Honestly, your spell wasn't even that good. Not nearly strong enough. But it was a slow night and I was bored. Now you shall have your wish." With that the succubus strode back to the portal with her struggling captive under her arm.
As they passed through the portal a wave of heat hit Christie. She barely had time to notice though, Veririca flung her forward and she hit the ground hard. Long scrapes gashed her arms from the stone ground painfully but they healed instantly, not even allowing a drop off blood to hit the stone floor. She scrambled around, desperate to get away, only to see the portal close and the world she knew disappear forever. She screamed in terror and despair, weeping onto the ground. The succubus leaned down and put a finger under her chin, pulling her head up.
"Do not cry, little one. You got your wish. Partially fulfilled mine as well. It's been millennia since I've had a virgin to play with. Give it a chance and you may come to love it here. Do you like your new home?"
Christie took a good look around. Hell wasn't like she expected it to be. Instead of a big open cavern with fire everywhere it was like tiny stone corridors lit by torches. Almost like a dungeon. Shadows moved in the hallways but did not come into the light. Veririca laughed.
"No, little one. Hell is not how most people expect. This is my little corner, and I've built it as I see fit." The demoness stood, hands on her curvy hips. "Surprised I knew your thoughts? Succubi can read minds. We also feed on your feelings. The more intense your emotions the better the meal. Your despair right now is delicious, but will be better in time. Now stand up."
She started to get to her feet, the heat making her sweat. The succubus snorted.
"Not quick enough!"
With a snap of her fingers four heavy cuffs wrapped around her wrists and ankles. Veririca wiggled her fingers and Christie flew into the air, floating above the floor as the cuffs pulled her limbs painfully spread eagle. She cried out in pain.
"You see magic is powerful here." The succubus lustily cooed, sultrily moving closer, oozing sex. "I can do anything I want with the merest thought. Sometimes it's more fun to be hands on."
She raised her left hand, spreading her fingers wide. Christie noticed just how long and sharp her green nails were. With a graceful, delicate motion she undid the tie holding Christie's cloak on. It fell to the ground, bursting into flames and burning to a cinder. Veririca placed one long claw at the base of her captive's throat, visibly enjoying Christie's terrified trepidation, then in one sharp motion slashed downward, rending her black t-shirt in half between her breasts. The material fell to the sides exposing her lacey bra. The succubus inhaled headily then dug her fingers into Christie's waistband, making cuts in her tender flesh with her claws which hurt badly but healed instantly, before pulling and ripping the jeans off her body. Christie hung in the air in just her underwear, sweat dripping down her body.
Veririca flexed her hands and placed them on Christie's hips, kneeling down to sniff at her sex. Its face was in rapture at the scent. Its tongue darted out to lick her lower lips through the black lace. The succubus' fingers trailed under her panties at the iliac line and with gentle rips cut them from Christie's body. The dropped to the ground and burst into flames, and the demoness looked at her untouched pussy with lust in her eyes.
Christie felt ashamed and scared. No one had ever so much as seen her cunt, much less touched it. Now a demon's tongue was sliding up and down her lower lips, licking at her clit and lapping up the juices flowing. In her head she heard Veririca's voice.
"I can sense that you like it, even as you don't. Worry not little one, I'm going to give you your first orgasm despite yourself. Then we can really play."
The succubus was good as her word. Its tongue expertly played her clit and soon, who had never had sex, Christie was on the edge. In a scream of pleasure and shame she climaxed on a demon's tongue. Her mind full of shame but her body craving more. Veririca stood immediately, rubbing her breasts up Christie's body. It slid off her bra and began massaging her tits, playing with her erect nipples as Christie moaned.
"Did you enjoy that? Of course you did. It was a fine appetizer for me as well." Veririca pinched her nipples, pulling slightly, then rubbed her voluptuous body against Christie's slight frame. "You might want to hold onto that feeling. Your next one won't come for, let's say, a year. And a year feels like an eternity here. Now onto the main course. It's time to play!"
With that it stepped back and yanked Christie's nipples. She screamed as her perky tits stretched to the limit, then more. Veririca pinched hard and tore the nipples from her flesh as Christie cried out in anguish. They reformed instantly but the sharp pain remained. The succubus waved her hand and a solid wooden table appeared on the ground. Another wave and Christie's body was flung onto it hard, arms stretched wide to the sides and legs spread wide.
"We'll make a deal. You lift one limb by yourself and I'll let you out of your contract. Begin."
Christie's breasts throbbed and her back ached. In desperation she struggled and strained. No chain held her down, no clamp secured her to the table, but try as she might Christie couldn't raise an arm. Eventually she collapsed, exhausted. The succubus smiled and raised her hand. A glass pipe, two feet long and three inches wide appeared in it.
"This is pretty, no? Unbreakable too. See?" With that it swung it with expert precision, catching Christie on the underside of her right teat. She cried out in pain again, a bruise forming and disappearing. Veririca went to work, beating Christie's breasts over and over, each strike harder then the last. The last strokes partially tore Christie's tits from her chest, though they knit back together instantaneously. It seemed like forever when she finally stopped.
"I have a surprise for you." Veririca hissed as Christie struggled to catch her ragged breath. "I can tell you've never been fucked before. I'm going to keep it that way for now. Maybe after a century or two I'll let you spend the night with my imps. Or let a visiting wizard enjoy your cunt. For now though this pipe will be your first penetration."
The demoness grabbed Christie's bald pussy and spread her lips wide. Then she jammed the pipe hard into her gaping cunt. Christie screamed again as the cold glass dug deeper and deeper inside, bursting her hymen. After about four inches Veririca let the other end drop to the table.
"Let it not be said that I can't be merciful. Thank me for not shoving it in fully."
Christie looked at the length of exposed glass hanging out of her pussy.
"Th... Thank you..."
The succubus smiled. "You should feel the warmth of flesh in there. It's a wonderful sensation. Here, let me help. I'll start with something mild."
For large rats appeared on the table. Veririca picked up one and placed it at the bottom of the pipe. Instinctively it began to scramble up towards Christie's open and waiting pussy gnashing its teeth and clattering its sharp claws. The demoness did the same with a second, while a third wandered inside on its own. Christie could no longer scream, merely watch in horror as they got closer and closer.
"How long have you been in hell? Answer me."
Christie could only whisper. "Like, five hours."
Veririca chuckled, an evil sound.
"You've only been here, like, three seconds. I'm going to let them explore for five minutes. They'll rend and bite and you'll be in agony. I look forward to watching them move under your flesh, maybe claw themselves out and back in. Then I will sit on your face and you'll eat me out. Demon cum feels like acid. I'll cum four times. I don't like to plan to far in advance however, so we'll take it from there."
The first rat reached the end of the glass and started digging into Christie's most tender flesh. She began to scream again as the claws tore in. It scrambled in deeper to stretch her cunt, it's fur scraping her canal, as it worked back to her womb and began to bite and tear for entrance. The second one entered. Bulges under Christie's flesh wiggled and scratched as agony she did not know existed racked her body. She arched and flailed as much as she could from this never-ending torment. The third clawed its way in and the fourth was already fighting for purchase. One sharp nail cut her clit in half. All her wounds healed instantly, letting it happen over and over again.
"Do not fret, little one." Veririca cooed, eyes wide, feasting on Christie's pain, "You wanted to live forever, and now you shall. You'll yearn for death instead. Its only been half a second. Four minutes, fifty nine and a half seconds left. Enjoy. I know I am."
She didn't want to die, was becoming more paranoid about it by the day. Everything she read online stated that it meant change, not necessarily death, but she didn't believe it. It happened too often. She started doing searches for spells to live longer. Most seemed stupid, lighting candles, cleansing stuff, organic eating, but then she found a different webpage.
It was black, with red designs and green text on something called geocities. Seemed legit. It had a disclaimer at the top that this were real and powerful spells, not you be taken lightly. The dude's blog had a spell that said you could summon a demon to make a wish. The demon would enter a contract that did anything the summoner wanted. She'd have to find a demon's name to call them up though. A quick Google search came up with a bunch of them.
Lilith immediately peaked her interest! The original succubus! She would be, like, super powerful and stuff. Christie was worried she might be *too* powerful though. Maybe one of her daughters... the one named Veririca sounded good. She'd try her.
The two days until the full moon lasted forever. Christie spent it collecting the things she needed for the spell. Lots of salt for the circle, some black quartz, a single black candle. The webpage recommended a silver necklace as well but her dad was being a douche and wouldn't give her the money. He told her to just go get a job. As if!
When the day finally came she packed up her stuff and snuck out to the woods behind her house. The spell recommended being naked but Christie ignored that advise. Instead she dressed up totally goth style. She had on a black bra and panties, black jeans, a tight black t-shirt, and red lipstick. As an afterthought she tied on a black cape and hood with red velvet interior that complemented her short and messy red hair. This was a demoness after all, she should look professional. Show Veririca she wasn't to be trifled with.
Christie poured the salt into a circle and put the quartz around it. Then she stood inside and lit the candle. In the confidence that only a novice could have she spoke.
"Veririca! I summon thee. Come grant me my wish!"
There was a flash of dark light, splitting in half into a portal. Out of the darkness and into the moonlight strode a figure.
It was a tall woman, easily seven feet tall, with pink flesh and bright green hair. She had wide hips and large breasts curving into a perfect hourglass shape. Christie saw every bit of her soft flesh move as the succubus was completely naked. It cooed at her.
The demoness walked up to Christie until she was only three feet away, looking half intrigued and half bored. Christie felt she had to exert some authority.
"Uh... halt!"
The creature stopped its progress and looked at her. The summoner gained confidence.
"That's right! I am in control here demon! I..."
"I smell virgin blood." The demoness spoke in a cloyingly flirtatious voice. "Is that why you called out to a succubus? To learn the ways of passion?"
Christie was taken aback. It was true she hadn't gone all the way yet. Not that boys didn't try. She had a good figure and perky tits after all. She just didn't care for any of the boys at school. They weren't mature enough for her. Besides that time with Nelson Gray, but blowjobs didn't count.
"Ew, gross. Why would you think that?"
This seemed to shock the creature. "Well, I am a sex demon. That's what succubi are." She placed a well manicured hand on her hip. "Everyone knows that."
"I didn't. I just liked the idea of bringing a strong woman into the world. I didn't know you did... sex things."
The succubus audibly sighed. "You don't know much about the occult, do you little one?" Christie got the impression she was mocking her.
"Now look here, you. I summoned you! The spell says I get to make a wish! And you have to do it!"
This time the demoness laughed in Christie's face. "All right, little one." It placed its hands on its legs and seductively slid them up, running over its hips and breasts and through the green hair before posing submissively. "I am yours to command mistress, and I've been a naughty girl. What shall I do for you?"
Christie wasn't a lesbian, but damn. She pulled herself together though. There was something she wanted.
"I wish for eternal life!" Christie commanded as forcefully as she could, a smirk playing over her lips. The demoness looked stunned. Its arms dropped down and folded in front.
"Are you serious?" It wasn't a question.
"Well... uh... yeah." Christie stammered out. "I want to live forever."
The succubi rolled its eyes and sighed again. A golden parchment appeared in front of Christie. On it was written eight words. 'I will let Veririca keep me alive forever.'
"Just sign at the bottom, little one." A quill appeared. Christie hastily grabbed it and wrote her name. This was better then she expected! Just wait until she wrote about this on facebook! When she finished the parchment disappeared. The demoness turned toward the portal.
"Come along little one."
Christie was confused. "What do you mean? I got what I wanted. Now begone, or whatever." The succubi turned back towards her, malice on her face.
"The easiest way for a mortal to live forever is in hell. Or heaven, I guess, but that doesn't really apply to you anymore. You'll be my plaything there. Forever."
Christie backed up a step... what was going on? For the first time she felt scared.
"No, I wanted eternal life here... I get to stay here..."
Veririca cut her off. "No I don't. Wasn't in the contract. Now I won't ask again, come along." It took a step forward. Christie panicked and turned to run. She got three steps before it felt like she got a brick wall. Dazed, she looked down to see the salt circle glowing. A soft but extremely strong hand gripped her shoulder.
"You really don't know anything about magic, do you? You're supposed to summon from OUTSIDE the circle to trap naughty demons in." The hand turned her around. Christie's head was inches from Veririca's pointed nipples. Then she was effortlessly lifted into the air until she could stare the demoness in the eyes. "Honestly, your spell wasn't even that good. Not nearly strong enough. But it was a slow night and I was bored. Now you shall have your wish." With that the succubus strode back to the portal with her struggling captive under her arm.
As they passed through the portal a wave of heat hit Christie. She barely had time to notice though, Veririca flung her forward and she hit the ground hard. Long scrapes gashed her arms from the stone ground painfully but they healed instantly, not even allowing a drop off blood to hit the stone floor. She scrambled around, desperate to get away, only to see the portal close and the world she knew disappear forever. She screamed in terror and despair, weeping onto the ground. The succubus leaned down and put a finger under her chin, pulling her head up.
"Do not cry, little one. You got your wish. Partially fulfilled mine as well. It's been millennia since I've had a virgin to play with. Give it a chance and you may come to love it here. Do you like your new home?"
Christie took a good look around. Hell wasn't like she expected it to be. Instead of a big open cavern with fire everywhere it was like tiny stone corridors lit by torches. Almost like a dungeon. Shadows moved in the hallways but did not come into the light. Veririca laughed.
"No, little one. Hell is not how most people expect. This is my little corner, and I've built it as I see fit." The demoness stood, hands on her curvy hips. "Surprised I knew your thoughts? Succubi can read minds. We also feed on your feelings. The more intense your emotions the better the meal. Your despair right now is delicious, but will be better in time. Now stand up."
She started to get to her feet, the heat making her sweat. The succubus snorted.
"Not quick enough!"
With a snap of her fingers four heavy cuffs wrapped around her wrists and ankles. Veririca wiggled her fingers and Christie flew into the air, floating above the floor as the cuffs pulled her limbs painfully spread eagle. She cried out in pain.
"You see magic is powerful here." The succubus lustily cooed, sultrily moving closer, oozing sex. "I can do anything I want with the merest thought. Sometimes it's more fun to be hands on."
She raised her left hand, spreading her fingers wide. Christie noticed just how long and sharp her green nails were. With a graceful, delicate motion she undid the tie holding Christie's cloak on. It fell to the ground, bursting into flames and burning to a cinder. Veririca placed one long claw at the base of her captive's throat, visibly enjoying Christie's terrified trepidation, then in one sharp motion slashed downward, rending her black t-shirt in half between her breasts. The material fell to the sides exposing her lacey bra. The succubus inhaled headily then dug her fingers into Christie's waistband, making cuts in her tender flesh with her claws which hurt badly but healed instantly, before pulling and ripping the jeans off her body. Christie hung in the air in just her underwear, sweat dripping down her body.
Veririca flexed her hands and placed them on Christie's hips, kneeling down to sniff at her sex. Its face was in rapture at the scent. Its tongue darted out to lick her lower lips through the black lace. The succubus' fingers trailed under her panties at the iliac line and with gentle rips cut them from Christie's body. The dropped to the ground and burst into flames, and the demoness looked at her untouched pussy with lust in her eyes.
Christie felt ashamed and scared. No one had ever so much as seen her cunt, much less touched it. Now a demon's tongue was sliding up and down her lower lips, licking at her clit and lapping up the juices flowing. In her head she heard Veririca's voice.
"I can sense that you like it, even as you don't. Worry not little one, I'm going to give you your first orgasm despite yourself. Then we can really play."
The succubus was good as her word. Its tongue expertly played her clit and soon, who had never had sex, Christie was on the edge. In a scream of pleasure and shame she climaxed on a demon's tongue. Her mind full of shame but her body craving more. Veririca stood immediately, rubbing her breasts up Christie's body. It slid off her bra and began massaging her tits, playing with her erect nipples as Christie moaned.
"Did you enjoy that? Of course you did. It was a fine appetizer for me as well." Veririca pinched her nipples, pulling slightly, then rubbed her voluptuous body against Christie's slight frame. "You might want to hold onto that feeling. Your next one won't come for, let's say, a year. And a year feels like an eternity here. Now onto the main course. It's time to play!"
With that it stepped back and yanked Christie's nipples. She screamed as her perky tits stretched to the limit, then more. Veririca pinched hard and tore the nipples from her flesh as Christie cried out in anguish. They reformed instantly but the sharp pain remained. The succubus waved her hand and a solid wooden table appeared on the ground. Another wave and Christie's body was flung onto it hard, arms stretched wide to the sides and legs spread wide.
"We'll make a deal. You lift one limb by yourself and I'll let you out of your contract. Begin."
Christie's breasts throbbed and her back ached. In desperation she struggled and strained. No chain held her down, no clamp secured her to the table, but try as she might Christie couldn't raise an arm. Eventually she collapsed, exhausted. The succubus smiled and raised her hand. A glass pipe, two feet long and three inches wide appeared in it.
"This is pretty, no? Unbreakable too. See?" With that it swung it with expert precision, catching Christie on the underside of her right teat. She cried out in pain again, a bruise forming and disappearing. Veririca went to work, beating Christie's breasts over and over, each strike harder then the last. The last strokes partially tore Christie's tits from her chest, though they knit back together instantaneously. It seemed like forever when she finally stopped.
"I have a surprise for you." Veririca hissed as Christie struggled to catch her ragged breath. "I can tell you've never been fucked before. I'm going to keep it that way for now. Maybe after a century or two I'll let you spend the night with my imps. Or let a visiting wizard enjoy your cunt. For now though this pipe will be your first penetration."
The demoness grabbed Christie's bald pussy and spread her lips wide. Then she jammed the pipe hard into her gaping cunt. Christie screamed again as the cold glass dug deeper and deeper inside, bursting her hymen. After about four inches Veririca let the other end drop to the table.
"Let it not be said that I can't be merciful. Thank me for not shoving it in fully."
Christie looked at the length of exposed glass hanging out of her pussy.
"Th... Thank you..."
The succubus smiled. "You should feel the warmth of flesh in there. It's a wonderful sensation. Here, let me help. I'll start with something mild."
For large rats appeared on the table. Veririca picked up one and placed it at the bottom of the pipe. Instinctively it began to scramble up towards Christie's open and waiting pussy gnashing its teeth and clattering its sharp claws. The demoness did the same with a second, while a third wandered inside on its own. Christie could no longer scream, merely watch in horror as they got closer and closer.
"How long have you been in hell? Answer me."
Christie could only whisper. "Like, five hours."
Veririca chuckled, an evil sound.
"You've only been here, like, three seconds. I'm going to let them explore for five minutes. They'll rend and bite and you'll be in agony. I look forward to watching them move under your flesh, maybe claw themselves out and back in. Then I will sit on your face and you'll eat me out. Demon cum feels like acid. I'll cum four times. I don't like to plan to far in advance however, so we'll take it from there."
The first rat reached the end of the glass and started digging into Christie's most tender flesh. She began to scream again as the claws tore in. It scrambled in deeper to stretch her cunt, it's fur scraping her canal, as it worked back to her womb and began to bite and tear for entrance. The second one entered. Bulges under Christie's flesh wiggled and scratched as agony she did not know existed racked her body. She arched and flailed as much as she could from this never-ending torment. The third clawed its way in and the fourth was already fighting for purchase. One sharp nail cut her clit in half. All her wounds healed instantly, letting it happen over and over again.
"Do not fret, little one." Veririca cooed, eyes wide, feasting on Christie's pain, "You wanted to live forever, and now you shall. You'll yearn for death instead. Its only been half a second. Four minutes, fifty nine and a half seconds left. Enjoy. I know I am."
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