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A Star is Born
Sequel to “It’s in the cards …”
Bette Jene Adams, Author
Beams of light flicker and intermittently illuminate the darken room. The video playing onscreen is gripping, hypnotic. All eyes are glued to the large HD screen, rarely blinking, needing to see every second of the footage. The visual feast is complimented by surround sound speakers broadcasting every detail with astounding clarity. You actually feel like you are there, in person, as events unfold. It is a voyeur's wet dream capturing the scene with extraordinary true-life imagery.
Leather crashes into the flesh of her buttocks and pauses briefly to allow the strap to penetrate deeper into the soft target. Agony-driven moans escape as desperation mounts.
A cane snaps just before it lands heavily on the pale landscape of her breasts, a narrow trench line of angry red left in its wake. Cries and screams are conveyed with full surround sound clarity as pain radiates in all directions. It is inescapable and her coping mechanisms depleted when her limits are reached and then exceeded.
Pools of liquids collect on the surfaces beneath her and shimmer in the flood light centered on her body. Saliva and female juices co-mingle into small puddles and reflect her physiological and psychological reactions to each individual pleasure and torment.
A large Black Lab moves silently into the picture, sniffs and licks every drop of her womanly juices running down her legs in a small stream. He starts low at her inner ankles where the trail of liquid ends before dropping to the forest floor. His long sandpaper tongue savors every delectable drop of her feminine lust, working upwards towards the source of the leaks;, that special V just under her pelvic bone.
The animal finally reaches her clit, never stopping his tongue’s swirling, licking, sucking all to feast on her liquid excitement. His tongue urges and prods and finally pries her cunt open and locates the source of this energizing potion. Whimpers as unfathomable ecstasy is within reach are quickly replaced with ear-piercing screams as her pace quickens and her race to the "end zone" begins. Physically contorted by involuntary convulsions and contractions, her body presents as an epic seizure of sorts.
Cocks swell, men are spellbound; heartbeats pound heavily in their chests and breathing is alarmingly erratic as red-hot lust surges through their veins and causes their cocks to swell and harden.
Silence fills the room as the video ends with two photos, front and back views of the girl frozen on screen. Splayed into a wide "X" between two large trees, she stands perched on six-inch black heels with white panties lowered just enough to reveal her shaved cunt and pale white buttocks. Her body is positioned to be fucked, punished, enjoyed; she is a vessel for every man's darkest desires.
A thick abrasive rope binds her tits and forces them upwards over a large branch. A five-gallon bucket brimming with chunks of rocks hangs heavily on the other end of the rope that falls behind her back, in essence, dangling in mid-air between her spread thighs.
Pain is etched into her face, mascara smudges accent her oval Irish-green eyes, her mouth is forced open with an O-ring, drool drips from her ruby-red lips and a few droplets glisten on her breasts. Her large fleshy tits are shaped into hard globes filled with trapped blood, both wrenched up and away from her chest cavity under the weight of the bucket of rocks.
The screen goes black leaving her image firmly entrenched in their minds-eye. Soft lightening slowly illuminates the darkness, the prolonged silence interrupted by Troy clearing his throat.
“Gentlemen, I called this meeting today to give you a preview of a product that I believe will net us all an incredibly filthy amount of money for a relatively small investment. I am creating an investment group to fund a pay-per-view website…”
Chapter 1
The premise for the show is simple, elegant, and a formula for immediate success. The show’s name, “It’s in the cards …” features an amazing slave girl, as beautiful as she is obedient and subservient. She is in a class of her own with the distinction of being highly skilled and exceptionally-trained. Her talents are so impressive that she will perform for an international audience as the star of her own show, performing live using the Pay-Per-View format. Residual income is also generated from “after air time” downloads per episode.
What is unique and sets this star and this pay-per-view internet site apart from all the rest is audience involvement in the development of the deck of cards. Audience suggestions added to the deck entitle the author to participate in the live session when the card is drawn and played out.
The preparation and upfront costs are heavy but so far, nearly 68,000+ people have signed up for the opening episode, which is free. All other broadcasts are billed to audience credit cards at $10 per episode. Each show varies in run time some as short as an hour while others lasting up to five or six hours based upon the activity on the card that is drawn and the complexity of the stage setup.
The highest voted and most demanded card for the opening episode is where she competes in a horse-fucking contest. Two other experienced horse-fuckers will also participate with the score determined by how many orgasms the horse-fucker can coax from the animal in a two hour period.
The construction of the arena inside a barn setting is completed and includes ramps to protect the slaves from being crushed under the weight and excitement of the horses. Each weighs at least 1,600 pounds, tall in stature, broad, muscular backs, sporting formidable hindquarters; the three studs arrive three days prior to “LIVE” day. Each animal was imported from different countries; a Percheron from France, a Shire from England, and a Clydesdale from Scotland. None were allowed to breed the prior two weeks and all were exposed to pheromones and kept aroused for three days prior to air time.
Bleachers are standing room only and spectators eagerly almost impatiently await the start of the first episode. The topic is a taboo topic yet, registration grew to over 234,000 subscriptions in the prior two days before air time. Cameras are set close and cover all sides of the horse including two on the floor under the horse.
Nothing will be missed by Internet viewers who are treated to actual video feeds from all possible angles. The audience is treated to prime seating with large HD screens strategically placed to present up close and personal experience deserving of first class voyeurs.
The announcer enters the center of the arena. Silence falls heavily in the barn. Lights brighten throughout the center stage where the three horse-fucking stations are positioned.
“Welcome to the debut “It’s in the cards …”. My name is Troy. It is my responsibility to guide our live studio audience and Internet viewers as the first card is played. This episode is based on a card from Master Charles of Lebanon, Missouri. Master Charles was unable to attend but will be compensated at a later time.”
The name of this episode is “The Horse-Fucker Extraordinaire”. Each slave must suck, fuck, or whatever they can do to get the horse to cum. We are looking for minimum of four cums per horse during our two hour broadcast. Off-track betting will be closing in the next four minutes if anyone has unplaced bets.”
Three women are led into the arena by a leash attached to their neck collars. These horse-fuckers are incredibly beautiful, sexy, with voluptuous bodies. They ooze femininity and inspire lust in the male species. Pheromones rapidly scent the air around the women causing cocks to harden and cunts moisten with arousal.
Each woman is placed on the horse ramps, hands and knees; cunts raised high and spread wide in an effort lure the horse closer. Two of the women are professional horse-fuckers and earn more than a decent living working the horse auction circuit. When it comes to high bred studs, the more semen they produce in conjunction with their ability to mount and breed on command is an incredible selling point and a tremendous source of profit for the prospective seller. Obviously it is near impossible to find a mare in season when the stud needs to show-case his fucking skills, so a stand-in is always welcome, thus the position of a horse-fucker.
Sellers flock to the board where female horse fuckers advertise, each hiring one or two for use during the two-hour perspective buyer’s preview. An effective horse-fucker can urge a horse to cum up to four times during a two hour period; although a few women have exceeded that number.
The three studs parade into the arena with all the pomp and circumstance deserving of royalty. They are walked around the outskirts to allow the studio audience to feel the amazing heat radiating from these high-end international work horses. All are high spirited, aroused, and walk with a cockiness, a self-assuredness that is both intimidating and exciting.
The horses are the champion specimens of their respective home country. Proud animals one and all, their gait and posture exude strength and barely restrained power. Bobbing just under their bellies are massive cocks, free of the sheaths and although not fully erect, extend about two or three feet under the massive chests.
After completing the full walk around the arena, the animals are let loose in front of the women. Rearing and whining loudly, they move from cunt to cunt, sniffing, licking, and tasting the liquid that flows from horse-fucker’s bodies.
Each horse eventually settles on a mate. The women ease down between the two ramps as the horses are guided up the structure and then tied. Their cocks hang heavily and are within range of their respective partner’s mouth, cunt, and ass, depending on how the woman chooses to fuck the animal.
And the drum roll to start the clock begins.
She is in the center frame with the two experienced horse-fuckers on either side. The Clydesdale from Scotland selected her and stands above her body, front legs on the ramp. Blades of fear run up and down her spine and her body shivers. She has never seen a horse cock up close and personal and is stunned at the size as it bobs in front of her face. The tip is lumpy with flanges of skin around the edge. It is nearly three inches wide and probably more like four feet long as it jabs at her face in search of a warm wet hole to fuck.
Unsure of what to do with this fearsome show of manhood slamming into her face, she glances at the two experienced horse-fuckers. Both have complete control over their respective cocks, making love with their mouth, tongue, hands, sliding the full barrel between their breasts, pressing it into the crack between their thighs.
Wet, lip-smacking slurps, gurgling and gagging reflexes mix with whinny moans and reverberate throughout the studio before speeding onward through cyberspace. Smells of sexual excitement hover above the packed audience as voyeurs tend to their personal arousals.
The horse’s body completely covers her tiny frame many times over. The massive muscles in his chest ripple and his powerful hind quarters lunge forward to slam the cock into her chest, knocking the breath from her lungs. The surrounding air under the horse is hot and burns the back of her throat; heavily laced with a dank, musky odor of moist fur. Beads of sweat drip steadily from the bulky belly suspended just above her. Large volumes of hot pre-cum unexpectedly spurts her face then streams onto her breasts.
She licks her lips to moisten them. Both hands shake as she clasps them snugly around the thick stem and gingerly guides the head to her waiting mouth. The cock is substantial in her hands and pulses with a life of its own. The texture is different as well, not smooth, more sponge-like and pliable considering its size.
Slowly, she bathes the lumpy tip with saliva then dances around the surface with her tongue flat. Her lips rim the head with her tongue flapping at the skin, devouring this wonderful piece of animal meat.
A bit surer of her mission, she purses her lips and ever so gently latches onto the raised skin that surrounds the head, sucking and teasing it with her tongue. Her lips work their way around and around the squishy lumpy flesh, savoring their lust-saturated juices. Her love affair now firmly entrenched in a haze of sexual desire, she is helpless, surrendering completely to him, licking and sucking and worshiping this ungodly cock.
And always, always in her mind’s eye, the anticipation of the pleasure this cock will bring.
The entire rod stiffens between her hands and she clutches tighter. Moving to his groin, she cups his balls, each is full and hangs low. She jostles them from hand to hand, then stretches them away from his body and twists them a few turns. The horse jerks away from her but she holds his balls steady, then lets them drop and swing beneath him.
Once again, painfully slow, her hands journey up the four foot cock, squeezing his flesh and pulling it along the way, urging his semen upwards from his balls, then pausing, leaving him frustrated.
Her hands circle the head then begins her expedition back his groin, the descent from the tip agonizingly slow, stretching the outer flesh downwards in her tightly clenched hands.
She surprises herself when, almost instinctively, her tongue tunnels into his pee slit and presses inward, using small bursts of pressure until the muscle gives way and her tongue fills his tube.
The stud whines and adjusts his stance on the ramp. Better positioned, he lunges hard, pinning her against the back wall of the structure. Frightened, the beast above her continues to lunge, thrust, and slam into her. His balls, both far larger than a softball, swing like pendulums in keeping with his body’s motions.
She pulls her tongue from his slit and is surprised with a large volume of pre-cum bursting on her face. The liquid is thin and very hot against her flesh. She bends her forward to allow it to drip onto her breasts. Both hands grip the stem in a vice-hold, pumping the full length.
Juices build so she mops her face and works them into her lush breasts. Instinctively, her clit stiffens and swells; juices ooze between her thighs; her nipples harden and darken with excitement; her love affair with this cock takes root.
Powerful surges of pleasure build in her belly. Her body bends backwards to allow her tits to encase the length just as more pre-cum sprays and lubes her skin.
Both breasts are slick with slime and his cock takes full advantage sliding between the globes and slipping into her waiting mouth. The animal becomes focused on fitting his manhood fully inside her mouth and as he aggressively plunges deeper until her jaw pops yet yields to him, swallowing the head and a few inches of the stem.
The horse’s movements are reckless, more intense and demanding, finally crushing her between the structure and his belly. She turns her body, facing the wall. His cock slides up and down her back, starting at her butt crack and ending in her hair. She presses her hips into him tightening the space between their bodies. Her hips lift upward seeking the thick red head of his cock.
Both hands quiver as she pulls her cheeks apart to enlarge the target area. The horse shifts above her, stepping his hind legs backwards until he is lined up with her opening. Impressive amounts of liquid lust accumulated in the folds just under her cunt lips and now coating his cock as it hoovers just outside her sex.
Instinct tells him that this is the spot. He pulls his hips back and crashes into her body with impressive force, completely penetrating her cunt and slamming into her cervix.
Her body hits the frame with a thud forcing the air from her lungs and pinning her breasts flat against her chest. Her cunt is stretched wide by the animal’s massive cock and her near-full bladder is compressed. The very tip and first six inches fills her with no room available for the remainder.
Yet, the horse continues to press inward, almost as though he doesn’t realize there is nowhere to go. He is as deep as he can be, but not satisfied. Backing away, his pulls most of his cock out of her sucking her insides along with his until just the flared tip remains. Muscles ripple through his hind quarters, his back legs pound against the ground, his head rears back and he screams, a long pitiful bray filled with frustration and pent-up sexual needs, gobs of saliva drop onto her and then slides to the floor.
He plunges into her, not just a forward thrust, but a full-blown powerful lunge into her tiny cunt. The tip of his cock batters her cervix, bending it, crushing it, slamming into it over and over again. With each inward charge, she clenches her cunt muscles and squeezes the cock to ease the impact.
With a singular focus, the animal wildly fucks her, smashing into her with amazing speed given the size of the horse. Quickly reaching the tipping point, the moment when fingers of pleasure surface and spread quickly. Ricocheting threads of lust-fueled energy surges in her loins and her legs clamp tightly around the source.
Her hips move into his thrusts. Musky juices squirt as he withdraws and plunges again. His entire cock is rock hard and stiff as a tree as gallons of semen explodes from his slit, pouring from her cunt, and pooling beneath them. Blasts of hot horse cum fills her and launches an extraordinary orgasmic journey; an expedition to that rare place; that “zone” where pleasure is infinitely more potent and explodes both in the conscience and sub-conscience mind.
Brilliant arrays of rich colors fill her minds-eye. Each color seems to have a uniquely sweet fragrance that propels her onward. Electric current flows up and down her spine, her knees buckle leaving his cock to support her. The audience screams at her, urging her to continue fucking him, telling her to scoop his cum and drink it, ordering her to suck the animal back to hardness, encouraging her to take the horse up her ass next, the barrage of comments continues but she is completely unaware.
Her body pushes into and onto the cock, riding it, fucking it, making love to it even as it softens and eventually drops out. Volumes of liquid spew from her cunt, soaking her legs and the cock bobbing between her thighs. And as her orgasmic voyage in the sub-zone slowly subsides and reality returns, she knows now that she will never again resist fucking any animal or doing anything that is in the cards.
She is woefully behind the other two horse-fuckers. Her focus is single-minded and self-centered, and unacceptable behavior of a slave with her extensive training and reconditioning. This lapse does not go unnoticed by his fellow Doms. A brief discussion ensues and a decision reached.
Two heavy duty clamps each connected to a thick black chain, and a D-ring are assembled. Her master helps her crawl from under the platform, and showing his displeasure, lifts her body by her nipples until she is fully standing. Without preparing her nipple, he attaches the clamps to each and hands her the balance of the chain.
Sending her back under the horse and between the two ramps, she hands him the end of the chain where he connects it to a bolt in the wall. Measuring the slack, he groups the chain until her nipples are pulled above the back of the platform and uses the D-ring to hold it taunt.
The chain weighs her nipples down and the claws bite into her flesh. If she doesn’t move, the pain is tolerable. But when she moves, even just to turn around and take the horses cock into her mouth, the pain is sharp, deep, burning. She knows she screwed up. The other horses have cum three times already to her one.
She was so lost in her own pleasure that her goal, her reason for being under the massive animal, became secondary to her needs. Her task was simple; repeatedly fuck the horse until his cock shriveled and his balls hung like empty sacs of drooping flesh.
Now, she still has to complete her job fucking the horse senseless with the pain in her nipples serving as a blatant reminder that her needs are not important.
Oh yes, it may be in the cards, but the task is daunting. She is behind and desperately trying to catch up with the others. With a show of determination, she sucks in her breath and accepts the pain in her nipples as she turns her body towards the cock dangling before her.
She scoops it up and holds it tight, bringing it to her lips where her tongue tap-dances on and around the lumpy surface. Her tongue slips in the slit and tunnels as far as possible. Firmly entrenched, she moves her head side-to-side, her tongue twisting and turning inside his cock. Pre-cum bubbles up and she presses it back and prevents it from seeping out.
Lust builds once again between her legs but she stays the course, licking, lapping, and sucking the juices up through the amazingly long and thick stem, allowing the pressure to build. The tip swells and threatens to explode, yet she continues to tease and taunt this beautiful cock by plugging the exodus of his juices.
Shifting and turning her body while maintaining the grip on his manhood, she is able to bend forward and push the head into her waiting cunt. Her cunt is soaked with hot lust and welcomes the massive cock into the folds. She shifts her hips, thrusts her body to meet his lunges and once again, she is filled to capacity and an orgasm looms.
Her nipples scream out in pain but even that is does not stem the tide of pleasure garnering strength. Holding the heavy cock in both hands, her legs drawn up to her chest, she fucks her cunt, shoving his cock in and jerking it out of her body. Long strokes, short strokes, hard strokes, fucking herself as though on the last leg of a marathon run. The horse is agitated; wanting to reclaim his manhood; at the very least, stop her from dragging his cock along for the ride, her ride.
She clings to him, holding his rock-hard stem so tightly her fingertips turn white. Inward she forces more of him into her, twisting her body on it, shoving it deeper, grinding her cunt into him, until finally, a treasure-trove of pure animal ecstasy erupts, showering the cock with her juices as liquid woman juice squirts with impressive force from her fiery cunt.
The horse is thrusting and plunging but not in sync with her until her orgasm takes flight and she releases her hold on his cock. He pounds into her, slamming her into the back of the frame, neighing and braying frantically until his explosion begins. Thick spurts of cum gurgle in her cunt before being plunged out with his thrust and cum burst.
The studio audience roars and chants for more.
The Internet message panel lights up with hundreds of thousands of enthusiastic comments from the pay-per-view audience.
Never have they witnessed a slave enjoying this level of orgasmic bliss. Her entire being orgasms, not just her cunt. And the extraordinary way her body responds. Avalanches of full head to toe seizures slice through her and convulsions erupt under and outside her. And then her retreat to the pleasure zone, that magical place where she is far removed from the here and now and the pleasure is so intense, it is deliciously painful.
Troy clears his throat as he approaches the center stage. The audience finally quiets down.
“Well, our girl may have only fucked her horse twice, but by far, both fucks were certainly memorable in my book.” The audience applauds and begs for more.
“Tomorrow, our first official pay-per-view broadcast begins at 8 pm CST where we will play the next card in the deck.” Reaching into his pocket, he holds the deck of index cards in his palm and draws the top one.
“And the card for tomorrow’s show is … “
*****
The Internet pay-per-view show is an instant success, far exceeding all projections and expectations. Millions of subscribers enrolled within hours after the conclusion of the free “premiere” episode. Initially, when a new membership enrollment is completed and the credit card verified, the main computer sounds a small “ding”. Within two hours after the Horse-Fucker episode signed off, there was no “dinging”; it became one long series of dings that echoed and dinged on top of other dings. The sound became unbearable.
However, the sound did provide the investors with that warm fuzzy feeling of money in their pockets. The future is clear; this is going to be a very profitable investment for the group. Because of the slave girl, the group will be raking in an avalanche of cash. The men realize and agree that the slave girl is the investment and must be nurtured and cared for. The group along with her Master plan to design a sexually stimulating living experience for her non-performing hours.
Along with the investment in the girl, the audience must receive the best-in-class experience to build long-term loyalty. The investment fund trustees wisely brought in an army of technical wizards to install additional servers, satellite dishes, and transmission equipment necessary to increase the band-width necessary to support streaming outstanding HD quality videos to the massive and unexpected Internet audience.
While the technicians worked through the night, large cadres of building and construction workers were put to the task, sawing, hammering, and nailing additional seating areas. Two walls of the make-shift studio were moved 100 yards out bringing the total capacity just at 750 seats with an additional 150 standing-room only “nooks” lining the walls. Each “nook” is equipped with a 13 inch video monitor, ensuring that none of the action would be missed.
The investment group wanted to attract the discriminating voyeur, well-mannered and socially adept as opposed to the seedier audience; thus prices were set high, a whopping $750 per seat and $450 for a spot in the standing room only nook.
Hiring an entire security force was not seriously discussed. The thought was that the outrageous fee for a studio seat would be a deterrent and keep the crowd manageable. However, by dawn’s early light, the studio was booked six weeks solid with a less than a dozen seats available and a few hundred standing-room only slots.
The unexpected and costly upgrades were performed overnight in preparation for the next episode. When Troy read the card for the next broadcast, everything went viral. Although the men did not plan on releasing the first complementary broadcast on video, the requests, more like demands, numbered in the thousands, so video editors worked tirelessly through the night to edit and render the session. Posted on the “A Star is Born” website, it was downloaded over 300,000 times before the second episode was ready to air.
Chapter 2
The much anticipated second episode of the show “It’s in the Cards …” is less than an hour from Go Live. The slave girl is pampered all day, and after a late afternoon nap, a troupe of ladies barge into her room to clean her body inside and out. The cow-milking tubes are connected so that come show time, her nipples will resemble erasers on an extra thick child pencil. They brush her hair until the golden strands form halo-type brilliance around her head and shoulders, and then massaged a lotion with tiny gold flecks into her skin.Special glycerin-based lubrication is massaged into her cunt and rectum to reduce skin-tears when stretched beyond the limit.
Her makeup is artfully applied using studio quality products that will not smudge, smear, or wear off for 18 hours. The ladies added special emphasis to her eyes, cheek bones, and of course, those luscious lips, colored a crimson red topped with a light clear gloss. Her finger and toe nails were painted an identical crimson red after a brutal manicure and pedicure. Rouge is carefully applied to her cunt lips, clit, and around her nipples giving them an engorged, sexed-up glow.
The clothing required for the episode was simple. Black thigh-high nylons with lace garter belt, and a black under-breast corset laced tightly in the back, leaving her breasts and her womanly areas uncovered. Shoes were not used because the choreographer wants her to look small as opposed to the long-legged amazon look.
The finishing touch is added, a wild, musky, bitch-in-heat perfume scent guaranteed to arouse and lure males of all species to breed with her. The new opening theme song plays and Troy enters the stage to wild applause.
“Welcome to our second episode. The card drawn for this program was submitted by Curtis of Northern Iowa. He is in the front row in our luxury guest seating. Curtis wants our girl to suck and fuck a gorilla.”
The audience applauded, stomped their feet, and whistled with anticipation.
“Curtis included some interesting facts on the evolutionary differences and similarities between primates and humans. Researchers identified over 37,000 ancestral primate gene sequences that were completely non-existent or dramatically modified in humans and Neanderthals and lead to the significant anatomical changes in our evolution.
The majorities of deleted sequences are non-coding and near-genes associated with nerve function and steroid regulation. One of these deletions removed penile spines in human males. The spines are still present on chimpanzee and gorilla males and significantly increase stimulation in females. Spines serve two purposes when mating; removing copulatory plugs left by other males and inflict minor damage during mating so that the female is less receptive to sexual intercourse with other males.”
As Troy relayed the information, the studio audience was absolutely silent. He went on to reaffirm that the slave girl has no idea what card will be played until she enters the stage, or in this case, the arena. And that the gorilla, under strict care from a licensed veterinary, was given a primate version of Viagra an hour before show time.
The crowd is worked up and anxious for the action to begin so Troy concluded his introduction and background information.
“Join me in welcoming our guest, Kong, the king of the primates at the Omaha zoo.”
The audience went crazy as Kong entered the glass enclosure that surrounds the arena. Not as tall as most human males, Kong’s body is broad and powerful as he struts around the stage and examines the stage setup and the crowd of people just outside the glass.
Pounding on his chest, his roar is fierce as he identifies himself as the alpha male. Gorillas, when sensing approaching danger will often wag their erect cocks at the source to warn the potential threat of his strength, dominance, and power. And Kong did not disappoint viewers, wagging his erect cock as he surveyed the mass of humans just beyond the enclosure.
The slave girl timidly enters the stage after Khan settles down, now comfortable with his unchallenged alpha status. The studio falls silent as she softly walks into the enclosure, bathed in soft romantic lighting that was turned on for her entrance. Upon seeing the animal, she stops dead in her tracks and her face clouds with confusion. She clearly is an expressionist, and as the realization of the task ahead her sets in, her body cringes and shakes with uncertainty and fear.
Her fear and his desire mount as Kong struts around her, sizing up her body head to toe, performing a preliminary review to determine her suitability for mating. The surveying continues with closer scrutiny.
His fascination with her hair raises serious concerns about the animal; he smells it, slides it through his fingers, and rubs his face into the soft, lightly-scented strands. Standing before her, he grasps a fistful of her hair in each paw and yanks it forward, pulling her head closer to his. Licking his lips, he releases her hair only to be captivated once again with the slow motion fluttering until it comes to rest around her shoulders and partially coverers her breasts.
She must have successfully met the initial screening requirements because he pauses behind her and gently slaps at her butt cheeks and laughs as they jiggle. He pulls them apart and inhales her scent. His cock immediately responds, becoming fully erect as the red tip explodes from its the sheath. He clutches his cock and pumps it several times, then gently squeezes his balls, never taking his eyes off hers. They two seem to speak to each other through the intense eye-to-eye lock without uttering a word.
Lust builds in her loins and lures him closer, dares him to explore her womanhood, and cajoles him to take her with the aggression expected of a wild animal. Curiosity somewhat satisfied, he switches to a sexual predator mode of sorts.
His large beefy hands pry her legs apart and investigate her sex on a more intimate hands-on level. Stooping, he wedges his body between her spread thighs carefully memorizing every fold, nook, and cranny then follows the soft curves of her cunt lips. He sniffs her rectum and rims it for several minutes.
He leans forward and drinks her cunt juices, allowing them to drop onto his tongue; one paw clutches her butt cheeks and the other rubs her clit and juices are plentiful. It takes all the control she can muster to stand absolutely rigid as the animal continues to assess her potential as his mate.
His cold nose soon warms from her body heat and the hot liquid spilling from her cunt. His tongue is rough, thick, and very long and he uses it to probe all those secret hard-to-reach places inside her cunt. Abruptly, he steps back, shakes his head and returns to the front of her body.
Infatuated with her tits, he lightly smacks them, seeming to enjoy the Jell-O movements of the fleshy mounds. A particularly strong slap sends a small burst of residual breast milk spray to his face. Raising his arm, he soaks the milk into his fur then licks it, glancing at her with surprise, even raising his eyebrows. Enthralled by the taste, he latches onto a nipple and sucks like a man starved of nourishment for days.
This is not just any nipple sucking. This is a long, wet tongue lashing that is creating considerable pleasures for her. His thin lips clamp down hard on her clit as he sucks it deeply into his mouth, clutching it tightly between his thin lips.
She is clearly responding to the animal’s foreplay grinding her hips into his face, spreading her legs wider, and a virtual watershed of scalding juices frothing from her cunt. Everyone, the studio audience, internet viewers, and even the slave girl eagerly anticipate the moment when he invades her body with his vicious spine-covered cock.
Yet, he is completely unaware of everyone and their needs. All he cares about is becoming intimately acquainted with this exceptionally sexy creature.
Curtis, the show’s guest of honor, enters the arena stage and gingerly walks to the girl. His eyes are fixed on hers and with each step forward, the bulge in his dress slacks grows thicker and longer. His heart thuds loudly and he mutters “She is fucking amazing.” several times under his breath.
His mission is to remove the under-bust corset; however, he takes a fateful wrong turn, leaning into her vivacious body, he lightly presses his lips against hers. A spark of static electricity shocks them and creates a brief fireworks display between their lips.
That simple act of lightly brushing against her lips has knocked all sense of caution from his brain. He clasps her head in his hands and guides her to him. This time, they lock lips and begin dancing a tongue tango with exaggerated and elaborate twists and turns, tongue-to-tongue. A man can get lost in her mouth; it is the most delectable he has ever had the pleasure of sampling.
Lips still tightly locked, a drop of their co-joined saliva leaks from the small crack at the side of her mouth. Her hot breath and erotic kiss has his cock doing somersaults in an effort to be free from confines of his slacks.
Conscience thought escapes the two lip-locked lovers. Both are unaware of the surroundings, so lost in each other and the never-ending passion of their first kiss. His hand slides upwards to her breast and then gently kneads it between his fingers.
This man is absolutely dumbstruck. Completely under her spell, he clearly has forgotten about the 250 pound gorilla squatting between her legs. The animal’s trainer stands up in consternation, edging towards to the enclosure’s door holding a fully loaded Tranquilizer gun at the ready.
The audience realizes that something, anything can go wrong and falls silent. Some hold their breath and hope for the best. Others prefer a good old fashioned knock-down drag-out fight for a woman’s honor, with the opponents being man and beast.
The trainer has one hand on the door knob and closely monitors Kong’s behavior, seeking out signs of aggression. Curtis can be in real danger if he doesn’t back away from the girl. Gorillas are very protective of their women and rarely share them with a lessor gorilla (or in this case, a man).
Troy steps to the side of the arena and using the studio sound system, reminds Curtis of his job, take off her corset and set her body free for the gorilla. But Curtis is bewitched with this vixen and unable to put together even basic thoughts.
Her beauty is true, absolutely real in every aspect and without a trace of an enhancement or correction of flaws. She has no flaws and perfection on that level is extremely rare. He is so enthralled with her; she is a vision “more better” than a man can ever hope to lay eyes upon, let alone kiss.
Startled by the broadcast, Curtis jiggles his head and attempts to return to the here and now. “Lucky fucking gorilla.” Once again he mutters as he moves behind her and unties the corset. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices the gorilla move between her legs and stands erect in front her.
As the corset falls from her body, Kong returns to his investigation for suitability. Her body free of clothing (except stockings and garter) he plants long slobbering strokes of his tongue across her skin, tasting nearly every inch of flesh on her petite body. He starts low, between her crack and drags his tongue up to her belly button, then her left breast followed by the right.
Rewetting his lips and tongue, he sucks the juices from her cunt then returns to the task of cleaning her body, leaving a glistening saliva trail in its wake. Curtis stands behind her looking over her shoulder at the beast beneath her.
The magic of his tongue seduces every part of her being, coaxing a flurry of vibrations, throbs, and pent-up desires to the surface. Her legs wobble and threaten to give out completely. Curtis leans into her, supporting her while cradling a tit in each hand. They are laden with milk and hang heavy under the weight. Kong’s tongue licks its way up to her breasts and Curtis feeds each tit to Kong’s greedy mouth.
Feasting on her flesh, Kong’s mouth is sensual, erotic, and her body craves more. He suckles until each tit is half drained, burping several times from gorging himself. His large round dark eyes seem fixed onto hers while he fills his belly with the life-sustaining liquid. His cock lurches and twitches with a life of its own and after feeding, is anxious to mate with this creature before him.
The soft body fur lightly tickles her flesh and his tongue orchestrates a symphony of sensations on her body. Kong seems accepting of Curtis’ assistance as the two move the lusty woman to the bed. The animal turns her over and pulls her hips onto his cock. Curtis moves to the opposite side of the bed where her face is pressed into the coverlet. Releasing his cock from his slacks, he slides it between her crimson-red lips and takes the plunge, a full but gentle stroke from her lips to tonsils, pausing to enjoy the warmth of her throat closing around his manhood.
Kong slides his spine-covered cock into her saturated cunt, thrusting long and fast, grinding deeply, and singularly focused on penetrating her elusive essence. He savors the thrilling sensations emanating from his manhood, the tightness as her cunt constricts and contracts, and the sizzling hot juices that surround his cock.
Most importantly, the spines. Thousands of tiny pointy flesh-colored spines move up and down his stem with each plunge, thrust, even withdrawing. in her tunnel. Each spine adds layers upon layers of pleasure, completely encompassing his manhood. A pleasure so powerful that it fuels a certain carnality within him; a desire so primitive and animalistic borne of his superior lineage.
Kong issues a terrifying roar as spurt after spurt floods her canal. While cumming, she squeezes him tightly in her folds as she joins him in an orgasmic journey. She is in heaven looking down upon the world, floating high above the clouds, weightless and propelled by orgasmic energy. Both Kong and Curtis are spent, their man juices completely drained from their bodies into hers.
As the trio recover from their orgasms, Kong curls around her holding her tight in his arms. Curtis returns to his guest seat with a huge smile on his face.
The couple presents a stark contrast, her petite pale white frame tucked inside his heavily furred burrowed-chested body. They rest spoon-style, Kong’s cock tucked between her warm, cum-drenched butt crack. He nuzzles into her neck and inhales the delicious fragrance of her hair. The thick pads of his paws sift through the silky strands and he marvels at the softness as they flutter and caress his furry face.
His other arm rests heavily across her mid-section and cups one of her luscious breasts. He squeezes the fleshy tit in wonderment, curious of the size and pliability and is surprised when a burst of breast milk sprays onto the bedding. Interest definitely peaked; his fingers clench tightly at the base then moves outward towards the nipple. Another burst of milk escapes and he captures some on his paw and furry forearm.
He sniffs the wetness several times. Timidly his tongue darts for a quick taste test. He seems oddly cautious, unsure of this creature he recently mated. He explores her body in a near-trance, moving freely about her flesh with his hands and mouth, his fur lightly tickling her sensuous body.
Fresh womanly juices drip from her cunt, her body yielding as the animal examines and then feasts greedily on every inch of flesh. He slaps at her engorged breasts in amazement, watching intently as each shakes and shudders from the playful impacts. Smack again, both hands land a blow on the outside of each breast and they slam into each other, and then bounce outward; he is entertained by the movement as flesh collides with flesh.
He plays her body like a virtuoso; every touch incites dazzling sensations that surge quickly through her veins and collect at her core; that secret place very few men have exploited. Kong seeks out her essence adopting an almost scientific approach, never deviating from his task. It is unclear if this is intentional or if he truly is unaware, bewitched by this exotic being. So many warm, musky nooks and crannies unfamiliar to him are carefully licked or gently scraped with his paws, he is enthralled with the expedition so far.
The studio audience watch in fascination as the two lovers feed into each other’s lust. His cock bobs heavily between his legs, yet he remains focused. Her heart rate escalates as bursts of electricity scurry up her spine and settle in her pleasure center. Her soft moans urge him onward, her legs partly of their own accord, luring him into her womanhood.
She reaches for his cock, and carefully begins learning everything about it, touching it, stroking it, slipping a finger into his pee slit, then sliding gently against the spines to his balls, cupping them, pressing her fingers into each one. He groans somewhat fiercely at the interruption and slaps her hands away from his groin.
Without warning, he backs away and stretches his body to full menacing stature, fierce guttural growls thunder from his lungs as he beats his paws into his chest. His proclamation to the universe makes it perfectly clear that he is the king of HER jungle, and she belongs to him.
His Viagra-influenced libido is has changed his personality dramatically. He turns and attacks her breasts with a vengeance, sucking each down his throat, gulping the liquid as it fills his mouth and biting the flesh, leaving his marks.
With her breast held hostage in his mouth, he shakes his head back and forth as if to tear it from her chest. She is frightened and looks around for help. His large paws grasp a handful of her cunt flesh and yank at it, nails biting into the tissue, claws slipping inside her cunt. He crawls between her legs, slapping harshly at her butt cheeks, then spreads them wide and inhales her scent.
Never has she been molested. Frozen in terror, the aggressive beast drops his body, flattening her into the hard wood floor. He nips at her neck and lays a trail of deep scratches down her back, belly, and both legs, consumed by his need to conquer her.
Her pheromones transmit at the highest possible frequency and combined with the Viagra, are driving the animal insane. Normally, male gorillas breed with each female once, but like other males before him, he has fallen prey to her bewitching spell, overwhelmed by an urgency to fuck her senseless.
He lifts and tosses her body on the bed face down and draws her hips to his groin. Claws dig into her side as his cock slides into her cunt. He fucks her with a vengeance, thrusting, plunging deeply, twisting her hips to scratch her canal with his spines, jerking her back and forth as though a rag doll.
Saliva froths at his mouth and drops onto her body. Each plunge or thrust is accompanied by angry groans and growls. His balls lay heavy between his legs and slam into her body. Huge tears slip from her eyes as she moves into him, squeezing his cock, anything to get him to cum.
The sexual assault continues and the doctor on call orders it to stop before she is damaged. Kong’s trainer loads a tranquillizer dart and enters the arena, but the animal is ready and lunges towards him even as the dart embeds in his shoulder. A dart takes at least a minute or so to slow an animal down during an attack and another minute to bring him down completely.
Those two minutes are total chaos. The studio audience is cheering, booing, cajoling; the animal is roaring and on a rampage; the trainer is loading another dart; and the girl is lying silently on the bed, unable to face the thought of what tomorrow’s card will be.
The board did not have a backup plan should the star be unable to perform. Originally, they decided to re-run some of the better episodes should something happen. Unfortunately, with only two episodes aired, choices are limited. The men pensively watch as the doctor hovers over her, inserting instruments into her cavities, touching and checking every inch of her body for damage. Troy moves closer, watching intently and waiting for the verdict.
The doctor gives her an injection then meets with the investment group huddled nearby. “She needs at least two days to heal and that is borderline healing. There’s no long-term damage to her body, no scars from the animal’s claw, but her cunt and ass are scraped pretty raw. I would say maybe three or four days to allow her body to become perfect once again.”
“Why not use this to our advantage. There were several suggestions for a card that involves invasive medical examinations and treatments.” Troy, thinking out loud continues. “Our audience or customers expect the best in the realm of BDSM entertainment. The ratings were spectacular with the gorilla and spurred another half million viewers to join our pay-per-view site. We could get the best gynecological examination equipment and furniture and have our good doctor here teach some of his techniques to aspiring medical interns.”
The chair person chimed in. “We could make it a 24/7 live broadcast feed allowing viewers to tune in for any number of medical experiments, procedures, and examinations, or they can simply watch her rest or enjoy the interns using her gently, but anytime anyway each man wants to do so.”
The next card is released over the A Star is Born website rolling out the unique opportunity to watch a practicing physician and sadist use her for anything they wish while protecting her health and respecting her healing process.
She has long since been sedated and as she wakes, she finds herself in a medical room similar to an operating or surgery theater. Video cameras are stationed around the circular room with the audience spilling over in the dome and overhang seating.
She is fearful of what the men have planned but knows that it will not be entirely pleasant. She is even more subdued since learning it will be a four-day continuous feed with events mixed in throughout her stay.
No introduction was made. The show simply went live with the cameras focused on the petite form lying naked, bound to a modified motorized gynecological chair. Her hair falls loose and forms a halo around her face. A thin sheen of sweat shimmers in the hot lighting overhead. Her eyes flutter and struggle to adjust to the harsh brightness.
Two male nurses hover close as the doctor begins his examination. Speaking in a conversational tone, the doctor makes audio notes of his findings and recommendations.
Shining a penlight into her eyes, he begins. “The patient’s eyes are slow to react and appear glazed. Most likely the residual results of the earlier injection.”
Using a tongue depressor, he parts her lips and examines her throat, gums, and tongue. “Patient’s lips are swollen with a light bruising on the lower lip. Interior of the mouth is fine other than a few abrasions on her tongue. Her throat is red and fully inflamed.”
The exam continues in great detail starting with her head and ending with her toes. The doctor administers another injection using the IV port then explains the medication.
“This drug has amazing properties. It literally magnifies every sensation; the slightest touch of air across her body will feel like a tornado slamming into her flesh; each sensation is a thousand times more intense. Even though sensations are felt intensely, every neuro connection between the brain and motor skills are suppressed, preventing all voluntary movements. She is powerless to even wiggle a finger but remains fully alert and experiences everything we will be doing to her body. You can see that the drug is taking effect by the flush of her skin.”
The doctor blows on her nipple until it plumps and hardens slightly. Eyes widen and she moans and her breathing increases, yet her body remains perfectly still.
He flicks his tongue back and forth across the nipple. Strangled belly groans vibrate from her throat.
He smiles and looks into her eyes. Oh yes, he loves that look; the moment when the desperation in her eyes meet the sadistic glee in his. Volumes are communicated through this visual connection; they are inexplicably linked, the doctor’s sadistic thoughts with his patient’s unspoken pleas for mercy.
He motions for the interns to nurse the milk from her breasts. One man each tit, they latch on and suck heartily, cupping her breasts to urge the milk to the surface. Swallowing and gulping and smacking their lips, the two men lovingly suckle until both breasts are nearly empty.
Scream after scream vibrates her vocal chords, but only grunts and groans escape. There is nothing pleasurable from the two men suckling. Their suction is more like an industrial strength vacuum tearing her nipples from her chest. Her breasts are extremely hypersensitive yet even in agony, lust broils in her cunt. She can feel the milk flow as it bursts from the milk sacs and is routed to her nipple where small streams squirt into the hungry mouths of the interns; so many feelings, sensations, emotions all seem to collide in her foggy brain.
There may very well be a cable or a nerve that directly connects her nipples to her cunt; all sensations arising from her breasts, although painful, settle between her spread thighs. A close up video cam perspective clearly shows her womanly juices gushing like a broken dam, pooling under her butt cheeks, with the overflow dripping onto the floor. Long threads of lust dangle precipitously from her cunt for several minutes before breaking loose and joining the growing puddle on the floor.
If only they would play with her clit, just barely stroke it, anything to hurry the escalating explosion building deep in her belly. Unable to form even simple words, only grunts and groans and screeches escape.
Never has she been subjected to this type of torture, an arousal so intense that it borders on sadistic, but yet is utterly intoxicating. Like drinking from an empty fountain, her thirst for satisfaction remains just that, a nagging, growing need that drives all other thoughts from her brain.
The stimulation continues but never enough; her desire, her need for release lurks just below the surface. And right now, she needs aggression to rocket her into the most intense and devastating orgasm of her young life.
The room seems chilly as she lays there, bound to the reclined gyno chair, the interns having left after they filled their bellies. She wills her hips to sashay like a two-bit slut on the hunt for cock; she orders her tits to shake and shudder; she screams for her mouth to form a perfect fuck-me “O”; every one of her motor skills fail her. Nothing happens; her body does not move.
Yet she is fully alive inside, sizzling with unleashed desire. She is so sexually charged that her body threatens to shut down as a protective response to sensory overload. Blinded by the overhead lights, she squints to see if there are any men in the upper deck and gallery area. If only she could lure them to her cunt with her feminine wiles.
But only her eyes speak. And frankly, no one is looking at her eyes the way she is splayed wide with her womanhood crudely displayed.
Realization crystalizes in her brain; she is completely locked inside herself, her mind is a vacuum, her body just a shell. But her central nervous system where internal responses are acutely experienced is ALIVE and overwhelmed with perceptions and feelings ricocheting just underneath the surface of her skin.
A different doctor approaches and injects another solution in her IV port. Within minutes, a total relaxation of her body parts begins even as scorching heat spreads like a wildfire. The bright red flush overheats her skin until it is sizzling to the touch; her heartbeat is amplified and deafening; the flow of boiling blood rushes through her veins like water over Niagara Falls; and her need for an orgasm swelters in the fiery furnace her body has become.
A well-dressed, distinguished looking man walks into the theater and pauses to assess the surroundings. His is tall, thick chested, with an intense Antony Starr rugged yet sexy as hell looking face. The doctor walks to greet him, hand held out in welcome.
“Dr. Dave. So good of you to come. Please, let me introduce you to the audience and viewers.” Hand on Dave’s shoulder as the two men approach the girl, the Doctor shares a brief bio of Dave’s qualifications and reason for being on the show.
“Dr. Dave is a preeminent scientist and researcher into the female orgasm. His hypothesis has not been challenged and has caught the scientific world’s interest. Publications are begging to print his much anticipated findings. On the exact nature of his research, I will let Dave speak to that.”
“My research involves creating an “Orgasm Richter Scale” rating system. The high and low values take into consideration the dosage of the drug, the location of each orgasm, the stimulation applied or used, and the physiological responses for the duration and through recovery.”
He removes his suit jacket and dons a medical coat and examination gloves. “For human trials, two types of subjects are needed and both types must be naturally orgasmic. A highly trained sex slave is used to establish the “high” range of orgasms; whereas a normal vanilla woman is used to establish the “low” range.”
He gently strokes her face, tracing the contours. “Slaves are far more obedient and accepting of how their bodies are used and better at adapting to increasing levels of intensity as our experiment progresses.”
Smiling, his eyes sweep her naked body taking note of her luscious breasts, tiny waist, and her hidden womanly secrets between her thighs. There is no doubt in his mind, she is a magnificent specimen for his project.
“Orgasms in women can occur in the clit, g-spot, ass, urethra, and sometimes, several places at the same time, with the clitoral being the most common. Years of research has proven that women can be trained to “cum on demand” and that multiple and targeted stimulation is the fastest way to an orgasm.”
The gentle stroking on her face is making her crazy. It feels like his fingers are red hot pokers pushing the burning heat deeper into her facial tissue. As the drug unfolds, everything is exponentially magnified. Sensations are intense and intrinsically connected to her central nervous system where they are rapidly dispersed throughout her body.
Beads of sweat break out on the surface of her skin. Moisture builds in her cunt. Threads of arousal escape and drip beneath her. Her nipples harden and ache to be touched and sucked. She needs his fingers to move lower and quickly. An orgasm would bring her much needed relief; maybe even reduce the over-heated furnace her body has become.
Still unable to speak, she cannot form the words to beg and plead with anyone to fuck her and fuck her now. She is frustrated because she has zero control over her body. However, underneath her skin rages a violent storm that tosses her about, yet her body gives no outward indication or recognition of the cataclysmic event building below the surface.
Carefully, he and the doctor place electrodes and sensors at strategic locations all over her body, including in her mouth, breasts, clit, several in her cunt and rectal cavity, and two smaller ones in her urethra. Every single bodily function that can be measured will be measured and then some.
The drug is at maximum potency one hour after IV administration, two hours after taking it in pill form. It has been well over an hour since the Doctor injected the drug into her IV and it is clearly evident that her suffering is quickly approaching intolerable.
Pressure builds as lust careens through her veins. Short, rapid breathing and an accelerated heart rate makes it clear that her body is out of control. Her nipples are elongated and hard as is her clit. Liquids pour from her cunt, rolls down her crack, and puddles beneath her. Saliva drools from the crease of her lips and runs across her cheek and soaks into the pillow. Her skin is slick with perspiration, and her eyes have a wild rabid animal look.
Dave can see her distress, knows what she wants and would be most agreeable to oblige. But he is a researcher first and foremost, with her as his first “test subject”, therefore, her orgasms must follow the prescribed process outlined for the drug testing trials.
With all probes, sensors, and electrodes in place, Dave takes a feather from his bag and gently blows the soft fur apart. Starting at her left foot, he slides the feather up the inside of her left leg, bypasses her cunt, and finishes at her right foot. If her body could move, it would be quivering from the teasing feather. Another round trip inside of her legs, the feather torments and terrorizes her as it glides along the surface of her skin.
Low-pitched rumbles clog her throat. Seismic waves roll through her. The ground moves and shakes beneath her. Molten orgasmic juices build as the pressure within her body become insurmountable. Dave strokes her clit with the tip of the feather, small little circles dance around the engorged nub. A close up cam view shows her clit remains motionless but is swollen into a seething nub of desire.
Her brain is receiving conflicting information. Her head is going to explode. Her clit is ready to detonate. Hell, she is going to literally implode with the strength and devastation of an atomic bomb.
Involuntary movements violently besiege her body. Her hips jerk vigorously side-to-side then lunge forward and backwards. Seizures play havoc on her clit even as her cunt opens and juices spew from deep within. Her eyes roll out of her head as the orgasm continues to viciously shake her body as if to tear it into several smaller pieces.
There is no way to predict what would happen when her first occurred. This earth quaking orgasm takes first prize on the most “incredible on record”. The instrument gages race back and forth in the display panels, sometimes, stopping beyond the highest level and needing to go higher.
Her face reflects the torture she is experiencing; an orgasm so powerful that it propels her into a semi-comatose state. Her hearing is overloaded with the sounds of her heart thudding in her chest, her ragged breathing, and blood loudly surging like destructive tsunami waves.
Concerned that her body and mind may shut down from the intense and uncontrolled sensations, the doctor quickly injected a tranquilizer into her IV drip. Her eyes lids flutter seconds before she slips into a deep sleep.
Dave is beyond elated with the results. In the few tests with dosages that he conducted on his research assistants, none reached the lower limits of “HIGH” whereas this slave with the same exact dosage blew the needles off the gages; high wasn’t high enough to measure an orgasm of that magnitude.
Gathering his team of assistants, they excitedly recalibrated the “HIGH” threshold and recalculated the numbering values for the low through high ranges. As the researchers prepared for her next session, she rested comfortably in an orgasm-induced and drug-enhanced unconsciousness. The men moved silently around her, each gently attaching electrodes, pads, and other monitoring devices to her body, while others, cleaned her vagina and rectum and emptied her bladder.
All the while, the cameras rolled and viewer numbers grew. Within two hours, Dave was ready for round two of the orgasm rating scale. Slowly awakening her with a mild stimulant, the men stand rigid until her eyes lids fluttered and shortly after, recognition followed by acceptance settled in her gaze.
A sharp intake of breath told the men she was ready for whatever they have planned. The drug was injected into the IV and the men began to playful tease her body. Hands and fingers slide just above the surface of her flesh covering her body with warm touches as the drug pumps through her veins and is absorbed into her bloodstream.
Silently, the fingers strummed a light musical aimed at building arousal throughout her body. Bound, her hips still began to somewhat sway and thrust forward in search of a cock to plunder her cunt. Blood rushes to her nipples and clit, each swelling into a hard nub and aching for personal attention. It was nearly maddening; no one touching the very spots that she needs touched.
The gliding fingers press harder into her flesh, leaving little white lines on the surface in their wake. Fingers dig into her tit meat, moving in small circular motions as they work their way around and around her twin mountains, fully engorged with milk. Her nipples pulse and throb, but remain ignored. Cunt juices drool in long threads fully lubing both her cunt and ass.
The musty aroma of a sexed-up woman permeates the room and cocks stand at attention. Cameras zoom in on her cunt and ass; both twitch then flower open, both hoping for a cock to fill them. Her skin is flush as the pressure builds and lust races through her veins and accumulates in her sex. Moans, desperate moans of a desperate itch that must be tended to escape from her throat. Her lips move but no words are formed. Her face is scrunched up in an agony only denial can bring about and accented with a wild rabid animal look.
Dave shakes his head in affirmation; she is ready. Stationing his body between her spread thighs, he uses his gloved hands to spread her juices throughout her womanly area. Adding additional lube, his coned fingers easily slide between her swollen cunt lips and curl just inside her opening. Probing the roof of her canal, he locates the small bean of her g-spot.
With a smile that lets everyone know he found what he was searching for, he begins his lecture. “The bean area is our next focus. The more it is stimulated, then deprived of release, the greater amount of fluid that builds. I have personally inspected g-spots that were filled with nearly a full cup of liquid orgasm as measured when the slut was allowed to release into a container.” A light chuckle as Dave reflects back to that subject’s orgasmic release. She had never squirted before and has not since. So addicted to the most spectacular orgasm of her young life, she stalked him until he convinced one of his students to use her for his personal off-the-books S/M experiments.
What Dave is anxious to discover is if this subject will not only have another off-the-meter orgasm, but will also squirt impressive volumes of liquid. It is a tricky experiment to carry out because he has to remove his hand at exactly the right moment to hold the pail and catch the liquid for measurement. Personally, he wants to work her up to at least two cups of hot female orgasmic juices flying from her cunt, but as a practiced scientist and researcher, he knows that all good things must be developed.
Dave removes his fingers from her cunt and slips them into her rectum. Her body involuntarily shudders from the unexpected invasion; then lust overrules and she relaxes and welcomes the fullness. His remaining hand is poised and ready to invade her cunt even as his other hand forces its way into her rectum.
The double penetration is confusing her, painful yet extremely pleasurable at the same time. As his hand progresses deeper into her rectal cavity, the pain increases as does the pleasure in her sopping wet cunt. He focuses two fingers on her g-spot, rubbing side-to-side, back and forth, then all around the little beany nub.
Pressing harder, Dave increases the stimulation to the “spot” observing the wild look on her face, and the tightening of her lips. Sweat forms a light sheen on her flesh yet she is still no closer to the orgasmic bliss she craves.
Her hips rise of their own volition and her cunt opens and swells on his hand. She is close, very close indeed. Rubbing harder and in tighter circles, the swollen bean is overheated and hot against the pads of his fingertips. He knows she is seconds away from blowing wide open and spewing liquid female juices in all directions.
So he stops.
Completely removes his hands from her body. Silence. She lays rigid, tensed, waiting for the stimulation to resume. Then she screams and writhes as if on fire yet no words are uttered nor does her body move. Her mind is in chaos; overloaded with a passion so intense, she is lost to the here and now, and firmly entrenched in a lust-filled haze with no relief in sight.
Babbling like an idiot, she silently begs and pleads, her bound hands try to move and reach out for someone, anyone to allow her the orgasm she needs to satisfy the overwhelming sexual frenzy. An urgency increases to a critical stage and along with it her frustration. She has zero control over her body other than to feel everything with amazing intensity and clarity.
“Finish fucking me you bastard.” She screams inside her head. The drug has rendered her muscles incapable of moving. “Please fuck me!” Again, screaming inside her mind but no one pays her any attention.
The constant twitching and spasms in her groin is driving her insane with desire. Her grunts are more like low growls as they rumble in her chest. Blood races through her body on a direct route to her sex. Liquid lust flows from her cunt like a leaky faucet and pools beneath her, the overflow slides in a steady drip to the floor.
Every part of her body is alive and burning like an oven, searing her innards. The fast heartbeat and shallow breaths are indicators denoting the level of her distress. Hard core animal lust throbs in all her womanly areas, nipples, clit, cunt, ass.
Her lips are swollen and feel dry but she cannot seem to make her tongue wet them. Her thoughts wander to cocks, never far from her mind. The feel of a cock as her lips squeeze it snugly, sucking her lips in and out as it plunges and withdraws; she does love sucking cocks. Her mouth waters at the thought of deep-throating a cock and swallowing the warm thick juices.
She wonders if there is a cock-sucking card somewhere in the deck, then admonishes herself for thinking such nasty thoughts in light of her current situation.
Anger and frustration sets in. These men have no right to deprive her of an orgasm. It is unconscionable that they would take her so close and then simply stop. There is a place in hell for them, she is sure of it, where each will be tortured until his balls turn blue and wither. None of these thoughts provide any comfort or lesson the havoc lust is generating within her body and mind.
Viewers online are treated with close-up shots of her clit, now the size of a small cock and vibrating with a life of its own. The camera zooms in on her nipples showing them thick and pointy and throbbing with desire. Viewership increases to 79,000 users online watching everything.
An hour of absolute agony inched by before Dave returned to his subject. God he wanted to fuck her senseless and by the size of his hard on, it wouldn’t take long to explode in her red-hot cunt or super tight ass. Her mouth is sensuous with thick well-defined lips that are completely natural, no collagen added. And her breasts, my God they define the Guinness World Record for perfection.
Unable to resist, he cops a field, wrapping his hands around her breast and squeezing it, digging his fingers into the soft yielding flesh. Yes, very real; meaty, full of milk, and nipples that beg to be whipped with a hair brush. Her skin is hot to the touch; his new drug is at peak efficacy.
Reluctantly, he releases her breast and signals to his students that it is time. As the assistants gather around her, two men each devour a tit and sucks the milk into their bellies. Dave moves between her spread legs and once again, his cock jumps in excitement as he admires her sex. Shaking himself, he dons his gloves and squeezes several globs of lube into his palm.
He rubs his hands together until the gel completely covers his gloves then slips four fingers into her rectum and his other four into her cunt. Inside her warm cunt, his fingers locate the special bean size lump then quickly withdraws. He is shocked by the size and volume that has built up in just over an hour; it is close to the size of a small lemon.
He can well imagine what it will feel like to fuck her cunt with her g-spot retaining this much fluid. He knows exactly what it would be like when her body ejects or squirts, his cock would ride the liquid as it pummels in and out of her cunt, similar to fucking in an overheated hot tub or pool or fucking her ass after a piss enema, all activities he enjoys.
Lightly tapping against the “spot” sends her body into another involuntary spasm, not a pain spasm, but a twitching caused from the concentration of his touch. Each tap feels like a fist pounding away at the roof of her cunt, the intensity is painful but also has a pleasurable aspect.
She is full, completely stretched by his two hands probing inside her canals, twisting and turning and teasing her body into an orgasm. The intensity builds in her loins, her body tenses and becomes rigid, her cunt and ass squeeze his hands tightly.
She is like the little train, her body murmuring “I think I can. I think I can.” as she works her way uphill to reach her orgasmic peak. Beads of sweat cover her body and reflect the bright lights needed for the video recording.
Her eyes roll out of her head; drool soaks her face and drips into her hair, her breathing is short and rapid, panting like a woman in childbirth. Her cunt lips quiver and part around his hand.
She is ready. He motions for a student to assist and hold the bucket under her cunt hanging at the edge of the gyn chair. Dave shakes his head and presses into the g-spot sac. Using all four fingertips, he clutches the sac and squeezes hard then releases. He does it again only harder. He can feel it. It is starting. She is ready to squirt volumes.
Sure enough, liquid shoots from her body, soaking Dave and the student holding the bucket. More liquid squeezes out from around his knuckles. The spray pattern is wide and as the liquid lands on the men, they are stunned by the temperature; very hot indeed. The expulsion of liquid is violent and powerful. He can actually feel the sac decreasing in size each time she squirts, and after six huge blowouts, it returns to its normal small bean size.
The dials on the scales reach the highest point then fluctuate between excessive to borderline intense. Alarms ring loudly on the monitors measuring the responses in her groin and head areas as the girl spirals out of control. She sobs, the pleasure is pure and raw and seems to carry her spirit along the color waves of Aurora Borealis, both magnificent and inspiring and incredibly addicting.
The sizzling heat of her body cools as her orgasm levels off and then winds down. Her skin shows the telltale signs of after-sex blotchy, her face flushed, eyes closed tightly, breathing erratic.
Dave hesitates withdrawing from her cunt and ass. His fingers feel good inside her body. Giving in to his baser instincts, he continues to manipulate her g-spot, trying to coax another orgasm from her without success. She is down and out for the count, softly snoring in a deep sleep.
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