![]() I fondle her ass for a bit, making her squeal. When I grab her, chest to chest, she presses her legs together and curls her knees up, trying to hide- but so what? She can’t hide her asshole. This time I give the winch a good crank, hauling Barb up until she’s balanced on her tiptoes on the grate, no slack left in the chain for her to wiggle. I snap on the next enema nozzle with a grin. She’s bawling through the ring gag, shaking all over, legs spread like she’s begging me to reach in and unplug her. The nozzle stays jammed inside.īarb lets out a long wail and starts to cry. Then I turn it off, go over, and disconnect the hose. I let the water run until she’s so full the water is dribbling out her cunt despite the plug. More, more- I want to fill up her whole fucking womb, right through her cervix. Barb shrieks and spasms, her feet jerking momentarily off the floor. “ Eeese,” Barb moans through the ring gag. The nozzle bulges open at its very tip, not the base, spreading wide at the top of her vaginal canal and plugging it shut.Īfter all, I don’t want anything stretching out that tight little cunt before I get my cock in her. Inside the soft silicone nozzle cover is a metal mechanism: a pear of anguish, its petals spreading into a flower the size of my fist if I were to open it all the way. I gather the hose’s slack before she can try again. When she steps on the hose and tries to pull it out, it makes her squeal in pain. I let Barb go and she dances in pain, but the nozzle stays stuck in her cunt. How far? -one twist, two, three- Barb screams louder, this time for good reason- four, five. I manage to twist the base of the nozzle. “Fuck you,” I whisper in her ear, as she thrashes. She screams like she’s being dry-fucked with a baseball bat, not something as small as my finger. It takes a moment to find her cunt and force the nozzle inside. One arm wrapped around her waist to hold her, I reach the other arm around and jam the hose nozzle between her legs. “It’ll hurt more if you fight,” I tell her, to which she thrashes harder. At the wall, I unloop a hose and attach a special nozzle to the end of it: three inches long, skinny, silicone.īarb screams and fights when I grab her again, but I’ve got her from behind and she can’t kick me. “Oh, sweetie,” I say, walking around behind her. ![]() I’m going to fucking ruin her.īarb sways when I let her go. All it does is rub her tight little body against my jeans.įucking perfect, every vain slutty little inch of her. She struggles, but she’s strung up tight and I’ve got her trapped. I run my hands all over her, groping and pinching. She tries to talk again but only moves her tongue- so I stick a finger in her mouth and stroke it, then drag more drool down her chin. Drool runs down her soft lips.īarb shakes her head. I reach up and pop the ball out- but just the ball, not the ring gag still jammed behind her teeth. I step in close before she can kick again and grab her by the hips, jamming my crotch against her. She’s like a trapped animal, mute and helpless. Panting around the ball gag, Barb stands on the tiles at the very edge of the grate and stares at me with wild eyes. I let her kick and struggle, the grate biting into her feet, until she’s sweaty and tired. Barb fights the pull until she’s dragged across the basement floor, back to the grate, and hauled all the way up onto her feet with her hands stretched up, tits bare and bouncing. Grinning, I go to the winch at the other end of the chain and start cranking. ![]() Still covering her tits, Barb scrabbles farther away, dragging the chain. Doesn’t make a difference to me if you know who’s raping you.” “Don’t recognize me?” I ask, standing up. She finally notices and tries to cover herself, giving a first muffled scream. She’s ball-gagged and cuffed at the wrists, her cuffs linked by a long slack chain to a pulley on the ceiling. She stares up in confusion, still too lost to be as terrified as she should be. “Hello, Barb,” I say, crouching down beside her head.īarb jerks back with a squeal, then winces and rolls off the metal grate onto cold tiles. I put the book down, adjust my cock in my pants, and get up to greet her. I’m halfway through my book when I hear her start squirming: the slack chain connected to her wrists clinks.
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