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I can’t even ease my discomfort by moving my pelvis forwards or backwards to take up a different resting point on the pillar. Because - mounted on top of the post is a large phallus, made of something solid like an iron rod encased Fingering in a softer rubbery material, and that phallus is currently buried deep inside my vagina. Salarin’s men suspended me in my ropes and then lowered me onto this object, using it to both fill me and trap me. With the wooden mounting post being so liberally greased I can’t get enough leverage to lift myself off of the huge rubber cock, and when I do manage to temporarily raise my pelvis the friction from the phallus against my nether lips sends such intense stimulation through me that my thighs shudder, I grow weak, and once more I’m where I started. It’s the largest invader I’ve so far had inside my sex. At first I found being stuffed with something so big was bitterly uncomfortable. It felt like it was probing right up to my stomach. But over time I’ve become so sexually aroused that the dildo began to move easily against my slick inner walls. Now I’m struggling more to increase my feeling of friction than to attempt to escape. I feel as if I’m drugged, in a trance, partly from the exhaustion of the torture and gang rape I’ve endured, but also from the steady effect of the things between my legs – the phallus and the other, even crueler device. The second one senses me somehow and when it chooses Hairy it vibrates against my clit. Technology can be a terrible thing when used to dispense suffering. Between the two devices japanese I have been kept turned-on for what seems like hours – the vibrator teasing me, pausing and withdrawing from me if I get close to orgasm, and then when I regain too much control over my own body returning to repeat the unbearably delightful buzzing. Back when Wagner interviewed me and the Slavers forced me to climax using that cup between my legs, I knew I’d never been so turned-on before. Well it was nothing compared to what’s happening now. My public shaming with the red vibrating cup lasted a relatively short time. This has gone on and on forever. I can feel myself dripping with my own wetness - slipping and sliding on the ginormous phallus lick that stuffs my sex and makes me feel distended. My vision is blurring with animal lust, and my blood pounds in my ears. I’ve not given much thought to sex before the Rape Run, and certainly didn’t think that with my level head I could be reduced to a state where I was desperate to orgasm, but in my teen heart of hearts I know now I would yield willingly to someone who would grant me that relief. The unwanted and involuntary expression of my true sexuality has taken place just as I’d always feared. I have lost control of my own body entirely. I’m breathing heavily. My naked skin glistens with sweat, which combines with the welts from the whipping so I look as though I’ve been oiled and grilled on a barbecue. My stomach muscles and the more intimate internal workings of my abdomen tense and relax, fluttering and rippling from no commands of mine, and sometimes when the stimulation gets too much the noises come from me. My moans and groans sound wanton, sexual, even to my denying ears. There was no backing out if her conscience ever managed to regain control. It was a full day of travel to get to our temporary tropical home, lick located a long drive from the capital city of San Hairy Jose, so that by the time we arrived at the house we had rented, we had been travelling nearly twenty-four hours. I reached down and gently stroked her hair. Just Fingering as I finished getting ready the door bell rang I rushed down staires to let kate in. After the normal hugs we opened a bottle of wine and sat ourselfs down and started chatting. I can’t nut teen so soon! He looked up at Freydis, his expression almost worshipful. Mom was so lucky. “Oh, George, Daddy is going to make me cum,” I moaned. His hand felt something moist. I mean Yes, Sir! She worked her hips, wiggling them back and forth as I plowed into her. japanese When the doorbell rang, I headed out, but Mom saw me go by and called to me, “Beverly, a word please.”