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No. 9907
The story..........
I seemed to rise to the surface of consciousness, the darkness slipping
away to cold painful awareness.
Bright lights burn its way through my eyelids like acid, while steel
shackles foil my instincts to shield them.
My mouth is packed with steel wool, jaw unhinged, enormous pain throbs
around my eyes, cheek bones, and along my jaw line.
Breathing is only possible through my nose, but the passage is
constricted by the amount of steel wool pushing up against the soft
membrane at the roof of my mouth. Every attempt to move my tongue or jaw
sends a bone rattling shiver down my spine as the steel scrapes across my
teeth. My gag reflex must be numbed as I realize the steel continues part
way down my throat.
The only sounds I hear are my own movements, my raspy breathing, the
drumming of my heart, and a mechanical hum which most likely is also the
source of the bright light.
The warmth of my body is slowly being siphoned away by the metallic
table I lay upon. Fingers tracing the edge I discover the table to be a
shallow pan and I decide I must be on a medical table, perhaps like those
used by medical examiners during an autopsy.
I hear a soft click above me as the light goes off, and I sneak a peek
through half closed lids. Deciding I am alone and that the light must be
on a timer I open eyes to survey my predicament.
Starting with my right I discover another table, a woman with lifeless
eyes peers knowingly at me. Her torso is mutilated and her body is covered
with a slimy substance.
Following the lines of her body I find her also shackled, our bounds
seem to be handcuffs cut in half and bolted to the table.
Beyond our feet to the right I see a heavy looking wrought iron door in
the corner, cobble stone walls and large candles placed aimlessly along a
ledge that seems to run the perimeter of the room maybe a foot from the
ceiling.
Above us is a long robotic arm with a large disk of lights at its end,
and a camera mounted in its center seems to be recording. Beyond that I
find the ceiling to be of large wooden beams spaced a foot and a half
apart, with chain link fencing supporting what can only be described as a
demolition above us. Stones, wood, trash, and other debris can be seen
through the mesh.
The right side wall is around 3 yards from the second table and the
right corner perhaps 10 yards. The wall beyond our heads is also bare save
for the before mentioned perimeter ledge of candles and a wooden door in
the left corner.
The left wall is littered with numerous implements of torture and pain.
The inventory of surgical saws, drills, and crushing tools combined with
the floggers, paddles, massager and various devices Ive never seen before
threatens to abduct my sanity as my imagination runs wild.
Scanning further down the wall I find the left corner of the room beyond
my feet dark, as no candles are present on the ledge above.
Movement catches my eye, my heart begins to race, and panic chokes in my
throat. Large eyes peer back at me from the darkness, head swaying back
and forth like a metronome. Walking on hands and feet like an ape the form
ascends upon me. A woman with filthy hair matted against her skull and her
left eye rattling loosely in it's socket.
As she approaches my nose burns with a foul smell. A long tongue
slithers out of her mouth like a snake, black, red, and covered with sores.
She disappears from view as she crawls closer to table.
Suddenly her head bursts into view beside my left foot, and all my self
control fails, panic grips my mind and I struggle fruitlessly against my
restraints.
My attacker responds by licking my foot, her slimy mucus has the
consistency of honey. She leaps onto the table, her face inches from mine,
the stench of rotted flesh chokes my lungs.
Her face is wrapped in bandages, only her eyes and mouth are visible.
Her right eye seems to pierces my soul and her left eye shudders and rolls
at random.
Her head continues to roll around on her neck. She makes a horrific
groan as she slithers back down the table and sits between my knees. She
is wearing a bright pink, skin tight, latex suit complete with gloves and
boots. Short zippers on each breast, and another can be seen at her
crotch. Her tongue slides out of her mouth and her drool pours out onto my
crotch. My revolting disgust is short lived as my mind begins to fill with
a sense of euphoria. My panic rests and my body submits to this new
pleasure.
She lowers her head and her tongue spirals and twists around my
erection. My fast swelling cock is already twice the size I have ever seen
it.
I'm torn between the horror and disgust of the scene before me and the
heavenly pleasure of her touch.
Bobbing her head, lips against my crotch she swallows my erection into
her throat. Her tongue swirls and massages my cock in her mouth, her right
eye stays focused intently on mine.
When she releases my cock from her throat I find it has swollen
dangerously, dark purple, throbbing and the size of a one liter soda
bottle.
I fear my erection will hemorrhage from all the blood, or I might faint
from the loss of pressure and miss the pleasure of orgasm. Another beastly
groan from my demon of pleasure and she swallows cock greedily again.
Hungrily she bobs her head, tongue sliding, twirling, twisting, spiraling
around my swollen member.
I have never felt such amazing pleasures in my life, my mind swirling
with euphoria, disgust, and torment.
I'm torn between deep desire and lust for the pleasures provided by this
demon before me and the deep disgust of her image the putrid stench of her
rotting flesh, slimy infected tongue, and psychotic mannerisms.
Her throat starts to vibrate as she groans and sings her lust for my
prize. My body shivers with intensity and submission. Suddenly my
pleasure erupts into her throat and she responds by sucking wildly and
fiercely draining my testicles completely.
A few minutes of powerful sucking, her mouth releases me and she stands,
the blood rushes back from my erection into my system causing muscle spasms
and prickly pain through out my limbs, like they had been asleep.
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