A nasty vampire with flogging fetish has troubled the land and the queen is not happy about it. Poor Janine is stuck with the mission of dealing with it.
My eyes watered, tears mixing with the drool, streaming down my face as I was face fucked into oblivion, the sound of my gagging and screaming the only music in the dark room. The assault was so intense, so overwhelming, that my body began to rebel. It was not just saliva. It was a physical expulsion of fluids triggered by the sheer thickness of the intrusion. I gagged, a convulsive heave that had no escape route, and it came out in a thick, clear stream of mucus.
When many in her village fall sick, the young ranger Adela is sent to explore the ruins of a nearby hospital in search of medicine. But on a Fallen Earth danger lurks around every corner and what she finds there will not leave her unchanged. WARNING: Graphic depiction of rape.
this is my third installment of my ongoing ordeals with self-sexual torture. This sentence of torture was imposed upon me from a cyber master in Europe.
Carl's parents were taking their annual month long vacation, and this year, instead of being sent to camp, he was going to spend the time with his Uncle Percy. He didn't know what to expect, but got the shock of his life. NB This story was written for my own gratification. It is not deep literature, but just about my kinks and themes. It's pretty extreme, and you are advised to read the tags carefully before proceeding.