SUQIRT
The heavy door grates as it slides open. Birdsong can be heard in the background. Daylight shows two figures, a girl, naked, hooded, her hands in black leather mitts and bound tightly up toward her neck. Her body is slim, her flesh young, fresh, tender. The other figure, dressed in black, leads her in by the nipple. A metal box and a wooden bench are in the foreground. The door pounds shut, daylight vanishes. From now on, it's nothing but gloom
His big hand opens a little door near the top of the metal box. The door is big enough for a hand to slip in, or a penis. He drags Wenona forward, pushing her breasts toward the opening.
"I brought you a friend," he says to 810, locked inside the box. What we can see of 810's face hovers at the opening. Then Wenona's body blocks the opening. He orders 810 to suck, and we then hear the unmistakable sound of a mouth sucking a nipple.
He pulls Wenona back and sits her on the bench, strapping her neck to a post behind the bench. He straps her ankles together. She begins to moan, choking from the belt. In the background, he stands before the opening to the metal box, which is at perfect penis height. He trains 810 in the proper way to suck cock, how to reach for it, how fast to slide back and forth along the shaft. And the sounds she makes in the back of her throat as his penis thrusts in deeply, are matched in time by Wenona's moans.
"It's all you're going to drink. It's all you're going to eat," he says to 810, "So work on it."
Before he leaves, he removes the hood from Wenona's head. She is gagged with cloth and tape. 810's eyes and nose strain to look to the side, where Wenona is strapped in place.
The door rattles as he leaves. It slams shut.
810's arm reaches out of the opening of her box. "My hands are free," she says. "I can untie you."
Wenona struggles. Her cries increase. But neither girl can move. And they wait. And Wenona's muffled cries grow weaker.
When the door bangs open again, no daylight shines behind his form. Instead, crickets chirp. Owls call. Night pours into the room. He jams his dick in 810's mouth again. Her lips, slightly more pink than the color of his cock, stretch tight around the wide shaft. She groans with each stab of cock against the back of her throat.
Squirt.
He has bound Wenona to the post on her knees, ankles tied upward to her wrists. Many wraps of rope, firmly cinched, hold her neck to the post. Her bound breasts pout, the nipples grown taut. As 810 is fed cock, is choked by cock, Wenona struggles in the foreground.
After he's finished with 810, he uses two slats of wood to pinch 810's tongue. The slats are positioned behind her tongue piercing, so that her tongue won't slip free. He slips the wood slats into place on the outside of the box. 810 is left that way, held in place by the tongue.
He turns his attention to Wenona. A rope is drawn up between her thighs, tight against her rosy pink pussy. The rope is run upward through a pulley, then down. A platform is attached. On the platform, he adds rocks. One, two, three. When will he stop? The rope buries itself in her pussy. It eats its way into her soft flesh. Maybe it's slicing her in two from the cunt upward.
She screams.
He applies clamps to each turgid nipple and ties these off to the weighted platform also. Now her screams escalate. She screeches.
"That's turning me on," he says. And he goes back to 810.
"Hurry up with those buttons." He's hunched forward, anxious for that mouth that he's trained to please him. That mouth whose only function is to suck him off. Wenona's screams and cries of anguish fill the room. She is in the foreground. He is in the background, the profile of 810's ethereal face moving in and out of our vision.
He has one girl for cock sucking. And one girl to scream. Because the screams get him hard.
Squirt.
Wenona is bound onto the bench on her back. One leg is tied straight upward along the post. Her other ankle is tied to the leg of the bench so that she is held wide open.
810 finally gains form as he takes her out of the box. Her body, naked, lush, takes shape. He ties her hands behind her back. She is made to suck again, this time Wenona. He pushes her face into Wenona's wet cunt. Their bodies are made of such the same fabric, the two girls almost appear as one body with four arms, four legs, two mouths, two cunts. And this new animal can lick itself. It can give itself pleasure. It moans, this time sweet, sensual moans. And behind the moans, the crickets chirp. And behind the crickets, the night pours.
And Wenona?
Squirt.
Release: 2003
Size: 55 Mb
File size: 55.5 MB
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