But I couldn’t just leave the world like that. If anything happened, the triads would have come down hard on my family. And I was only 18 years old, with my own dreams and expectations. I was the only daughter in my family, so if I died, how would my parents live the rest of their lives. I could only be strong and live on, one day they would still need me to take care of them.
After surviving the initial period, I slowly got used to it and lost my sense of shame. Let alone being a girl, I don’t even have the minimum dignity of being a human being. The more he played his tricks, the more powerful they became, but I endured them all and survived his lechery. I seldom had the chance to go home, my mom and dad missed me, they couldn’t stop shedding tears when they thought about how I would suffer, but how could I let them know what I suffered. There was nothing they could do about it, and they could only do so much, still paying for me to go to high school, hoping that one day I would be able to get out of the clutches of the triads.
I remember in the beginning, he wanted me to do the deep throat technique. That biting shame came from a teenage girl’s reserve. Later, he played with anal sex, and the gut-wrenching pain was so intense that I couldn’t walk for a day and had to take a vacation from class.
In the past in the school, teachers and classmates in the eyes of the I should be a churlish good girl, good people, but also to maintain the characteristic shyness and elegance. I have a long shawl hair, 163 height, like to wear white tone skirt. I had a pretty good figure and took care to dress myself, but unfortunately then I could only keep up that image at school, and as soon as I got home, I had to face the torture and the shame. And from that time on, in order to keep people from knowing that I was living together and to be able to stay in school, I cut off all my friends and became a withdrawn, extremely introverted girl. It was really hard to live like that. I had to hide from everyone, I felt like a thief on my way back from school, and there was inhuman abuse waiting for me when I got home.
Often there are boys pointing behind my back, I know they are scolding me for indifference, even perverted, but only to swallow the tears. Sometimes I can’t stand the cold accusations and treatment of my classmates, and I run to the top of a secluded school building to cry.
He used to make me swallow sperm, the most disgusting being leaking puddles of thick sperm on food then asking me to eat it. And the worst part was that on weekends he would often torture me extra hard and was particularly fond of taking out his animalistic lust on my anus. In order to keep me clean inside so that I wouldn’t expel dirt, he would often starve me all day beforehand and then clean my bottom before he did it. Not only did he make me make shy gestures and moan in pain during the process, but he made my body cooperate with his movements. There were just so many different ways he could do it! At first I was too shy and scared to do what he told me to do, and I was severely beaten by him.
Can’t really remember how I got through it. Many of the torments I have been indifferent to, or even forgotten. But there are some things that will be memories that I can’t erase for the rest of my life. Only by facing it will I have the courage to face my future life.
I remember one night he took me to a dance and before he left he starved me all day and fucked my anus after emptying my colon. That lasted a long time and caused me to feel paralyzing pain for a long time.
After he was done, he took his toothbrush and slowly shoved it up my ass, with the brush partially underneath. The toothbrush was completely inside me, with only a thin silk string left on the outside to make it easier to pull out later. After that, he poked a 20+ centimeter long electric vibrating cock into my mouth and didn’t stop until it was deep in my throat. This one was thinner and softer.
He actually forced me to swallow it in myself. I struggled to try, and was really uncomfortable at first, gagging repeatedly just reaching the opening of my throat, but since I hadn’t eaten, all that came out was acid, and it was choking me to the point where I couldn’t stop tearing up. He got impatient and pushed me on the bed, tying my hands behind my back with a ribbon and then pulling my hair to keep my head up. I knew what he meant and looked at him in pity, but I knew begging was useless so I opened my mouth. “It’s so small you can’t even swallow it! Wait, if you can’t swallow it, you won’t even be fed tomorrow!” I nodded, so he thrust in again.
Since the posture was adjusted this time, the throat and esophagus were straight, so it was easier for something to enter. I swallowed my saliva in a big gulp, and after a few times, he gave a sudden smooth push, and a cool sensation reached the bottom of my throat, and then I watched as this 20cm long plastic soft rod in front of me gradually disappeared into my mouth. I knew it was already in my throat, and it was getting deeper and deeper, I was so scared. I wanted to vomit but I couldn’t, my throat hurt and I just wanted him to hurry up and finish so I could get some rest. He mimicked thrusting, letting his cock go in and out of my throat. Several times midway through, the penis slipped out, so I got to swallow a few more times. He ravaged me for a few minutes before he relented and helped me remove it. I was already in so much pain I couldn’t make a sound.
He replaced it with another thicker cock, dragged it across my thighs wide apart and inserted it into my vagina. It was hard for me to imagine how this 20cm long electric rod, which was a tiny bit thicker than his penis, could get all the way into my lower body. After inserting it he turned it on and let it vibrate with enough power for 2 hours. He then got one of my little hairpins and after threading a wire through one end, slowly inserted it into my urethra. He watched with satisfaction as all three holes in my lower back were filled with the stuff and said he wouldn’t take it out of me until after prom. I was crying with fear, going out to the party with all this in my body? But I did what he said, it was useless to resist, I had to endure his torture.
After that he padded me with a tampon to prevent my bodily fluids from being stimulated to flow out. Then he helped me put on my menstrual belt and told me to get myself dressed. As I walked around I realized that the sensations in my lower body were unbearable, the head of the toothbrush there in my asshole piercing the sensitive inner walls inside made me almost scream out in disbelief, and the jolts in my vagina made me feel so wet that the discharge might have seeped through the tampon. I wore a very nice pink shirt and a long graceful cream skirt, my favorite outfit. Then I put on light makeup as he requested, some jewelry and adornments, and a pair of cream colored high heels.
Before we left he stroked my long soft hair and told me, “Be good and don’t let me down.” I nodded obediently.
Outside, I realized that this is the beginning of the torture, a substantial walk are very difficult to make my lower body, especially sitting in the car, the road slightly bumpy a few things are pressed against me, I several times to resist low scream out. I didn’t dare to sit firmly in the seat, I had to use my hands to slightly support my upper body, and it was very hard to reach the destination. And when I got to the dance, I had to socialize with others, fake smiles and chit-chat, and I really don’t know how I got through it. Some of his superiors asked me to dance, fortunately, this is a relatively high-class place, the dance is slow, I can at least be very awkward and barely maintain my demeanor, if he and his buddies to go to the ballroom on weekdays, I think I would have fainted after two dances.
Afterward I had been sitting in a chair, not daring to move around, and within half an hour I felt the end of the toothbrush thrusting painfully deep into my belly, and the penis pushing against my uterus in raw pain. The hairbrush was fine, it just stung a bit during that first entry at home, but not much after that. Who would have believed that underneath my beautiful exterior, I was hiding so many shameful secrets.
He paid attention to me from time to time and seemed to feel great satisfaction when he saw my forced smile. Time passed bit by bit, and it felt so slow that it was almost an ordeal. By the end of the day, I was almost passing out, unable to even sit still and covered in a cold sweat. I just hoped that I’d get home soon, so I could relieve myself.
Finally, the nightmare was about to end. When I got home, I was already holding my pee. Even though I hadn’t eaten, I’d had water, and I’d only urinated once today, now.
He only pulled out that penis. Knowing that I had to urinate, he told me to just go ahead and pull it out, and with my hands tied behind my back, he went into the toilet with me. I sat on the toilet with my legs raised high in the air by him for the convenience of watching me defecate. After waiting for a while, I felt my bottom finally relax and tiny streams of urine began to patter down, hairpins coming out with them. A wave of pain came up, blurred by tears, probably because the hairpin had worn down the walls of my urethra. It flowed off and on for a long time, and he sometimes stuck his head underneath me and licked up my fresh pee.
” Good, next, drain your toothbrush along with it.”
I pushed as hard as I could, as hard as I could. In fact, I was about to lose feeling in my anus, but I could still feel the toothbrush expelling itself a little. My shame prevented me from opening my eyes, but I knew that the head of the toothbrush, that hardest part, was out. It went much smoother after that, finally falling into the toilet. I gasped for breath, weak and feeble. I hadn’t eaten all day, and with tonight’s ordeal, I was running out of energy. “Can I have some water please?” I begged him helplessly.
He unbuttoned his pants, exposing his massive cock to my face. “Drink my water if you want!”
I opened my mouth and lifted my head into his lower back. He spilled it, the hot liquid hitting my cheek, and he quickly adjusted the angle and cascaded into my mouth. My mouth was still open while my throat swallowed. He’d had too many beers at the party and was pretty much holding it in at this point, and because of the hydration, the flavor of the urine he was expelling wasn’t too strong yet, so I barely drank some of it down and then just matched him with a slightly open mouth. I think my posture and look aroused his great desire, he saw that I no longer drink, so he sprinkled on my head, pouring all over my face, hair wet, and then there are my clothes, dress, all soaked through a large area. He urinated for a long time, soaking my whole body with urine, and finally, he was satisfied and stopped.
“You’ve been so good tonight. Take a nice shower and get out, I’ll give you something to eat later.” Helping me loosen my grip.
I looked at him gratefully and he left, satisfied. I washed my body for a long time. There was also a wash of my lower body with a feminine care solution that had an antiseptic effect.
I came out and lounged for a while before he came out of the kitchen. “I’ll give you some bananas in a minute, but before that there’s a request to suck my cock first.”
Of course I obeyed. He had already stripped off his clothes and his straight cock was thick and hard. He sat down comfortably against the corner on his back and flexed his thighs apart. I got down on my knees, took hold of the root of my cock and gently took the glans into my mouth. He shuddered with pleasure. I started by licking and eating the glans with my tongue in my mouth, his cock was thick and smooth and whiter in color, the glans was very young and not as ugly looking as those porno heroes I was usually forced to watch. I wandered around the crown of the gash for a while, withdrew, and went back to licking somewhere else. I licked his asshole, his perineum, and he shuddered in comfort.
Then take the scrotum in my mouth and then his pubic hair. Finally I went back to the cock and hooked my tongue around its root, licking it back and forth over and over again, biting it from the bottom up and sometimes across the center. He hadn’t showered yet today, and his pussy carried a particularly tawdry and irritating odor, but I couldn’t show any semblance of disgust. I licked and worked my way up to the glans, and the whole cock was clean.
Now, I took a deep breath, then swallowed half the shaft in one gulp, held it in and sucked on it. These motions were already familiar.
“Zip, zip…” The slight sound of spit and friction greatly stimulated his pleasure. Cum oozed out, mixing with my saliva and running down the shaft. I began to work it up and down with my mouth. After a while, he grabbed my hands and wrenched them back behind my back so that my weight was tilted on my head, and when he pressed, my whole head went down. The cock was already up to my throat and he wouldn’t relax, I swallowed as hard as I could, the glans had reached the deep throat and the whole thing was two thirds of the way down, any further in and it might have gone through my throat.
My ass was up in the air, asshole up. He had pivoted his upper body, and at this point, with one hand still wrenching my arm, he reached across his back to my ass with the other, his middle finger feeling for my asshole. When he found it he pressed it in slowly and hard, then rubbed it a few times. I was already aching there, and his hand was dry, so I couldn’t help but shudder when he messed with me, and the shuddering traveled to his glans, which was so pleasurable that he proceeded to gouge that part of me, even inserting his middle finger in completely.
Finally, he was about to give out. He let go of me and stood up, and I followed, tilting my head back, once again holding the root there in my hand, my mouth pumping it out and lapping at it quickly. “Drink it!”
He leaked, completely. There was still a good amount of semen, it didn’t taste as fishy as thick semen, and I swallowed it down in one gulp. Satisfied, he leaked the last of it in my mouth, and put it back in for a panting stop of half a minute. My mouth was already sore from exhaustion.
He brought a dish of freshly cut banana slices and in his other hand was a glass bottle. I knew what it was, he’d told me before that when I wasn’t home he’d collect it in a bottle after masturbating, and one day when there was more he’d let me drink it for him. It was a bottle for alcohol, about 300 milliliters, more than half a bottle already, usually kept fresh in the fridge. With that much, it had probably accumulated many times. He brought another tall glass, poured half of the bottle in, shook it and handed it to me, “Drink it first.”
When I took it and just reached my mouth, the fishy taste inside came through, it was very thick cum. I wanted to drink it all in one gulp, but he seemed to know what I was thinking and told me to drink it in one gulp first. I was retching so hard I was gagging from time to time, and it was hard to drink it all and have to stick my tongue in to lick it clean. I felt like I was full without having to eat anything else, my throat was sticky and I wanted to vomit everything out of my stomach.
He dumped all the rest of the cum on the banana slices and stirred it up until it was sticky and handed it to me. I was so hungry that I just started eating my first meal of the day at this point, and although it was fishy and disgusting, I ate it all. Satisfied, he snuggled up to me and went to sleep. And fatigued and helpless, I soon drifted off to sleep, having to get up early for class tomorrow, Monday.
I didn’t understand why he did it, why such perversion to the extreme made him appreciate it so much. I remember one time when I was sleeping, he tenderly stroked my hair and told me that his dream was to ravage a beautiful girl like this, to destroy her with extreme means, so that she would learn to adapt in perversity, to experience this extreme. And that I was this desire of his. He also said that if I just let go a little more, I would gain unlimited pleasure after getting used to this kind of ravishment. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to experience such words in my life, because sex has become synonymous with fear for me. As long as I could get away from him, it was my greatest pleasure, not to mention orgasm.
Until one day. One of the most memorable ordeals happened after this.
On Saturday, I was starved all day. In the early hours of the next morning, while I was still asleep I was woken up by him and dragged out from the warmth of my blanket. I knew that the big weekly abuse had begun, but I would never have guessed that doom had already struck, and this time it would be a hundred times a thousand times more brutal.
He stripped me naked and dragged me into the bathroom and made me get on my knees with my ass in the air. Then he grabbed a large 20 ml syringe that he had already prepared and spread my asshole open to stick that glass head in. It wasn’t very painful, but it was hard. He injected a lot of liquid of some kind into me and after a while I had a bowel movement. He explained that I should poop a little cleaner and then clean myself up and organize myself to go wait for him in the basement. In just a minute or two, I felt as if my body had pooped to the point of emptying my stomach and organs, and after a slightly hot shower, brushing my teeth, and freshening up, I went down to the basement naked. It was nearly winter and early morning hours, so it was really cold. When I arrived, I noticed that there was an extra special rod-shaped piece of equipment, I couldn’t tell what it was, but nothing else had changed. After a few minutes of waiting, he came.
He brought a lot of stuff and put it on a small table, so it was hard to see what it was. “Come here!” I walked over and lay down on a small bed that kind of looked like a gynecological medical table, as he asked, with my legs spread out on either side of the stand, just enough to leave my pussy in the middle free for him to make his movements on my lower body easier. I really don’t know how he got all this equipment, except that this table was metal, hard and cold, and I was freezing. The rest of my eyes saw him coming over, in his hand was a white plastic box, I wonder what it contained? “Break your own ass open!” He ordered me. I obeyed and did so, then he pinched something from the box, ah, it was an ice bar. It was about 3 centimeters long and about as thick as your thumb. No way, to shove ice cubes into my anus? I sucked in a breath of cold air, my mind was in a daze, just ready for the torture.
The ice bar stabbed me right in the center of my little asshole, and I tensed up with a jerk. “Relax, relax!” He guided me, telling me to relax my lower body, and I cooperated as best I could, feeling the end of the ice bar travel around my asshole petals, gradually melting and getting smaller with the heat. A little bit went in. An indescribable stimulation came from my lower body, I couldn’t tell if it was pain or cold. After entering a section, I suddenly felt that he pushed hard, and the whole ice bar disappeared into my body. I yelped, but I was actually fine. Then came the second and third. By the time the third one came, my belly started to ache, and while I was enduring the pain, I said to him, “It hurts so much, don’t do it again, okay?”
“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. There’s a couple more, enjoy.” The sound of clattering ice cubes came from the box and I was scared silly. With so many inserted into my anus, I was really afraid that my colon would be burst. Helplessly, I felt the ice bar enter again and again, sometimes he rubbed my bottom with his fingers and poked his thumb in to push it deeper. When the last one came in, I felt a rising pain throughout my belly, even to my stomach, and my asshole was already unconscious from the ice. After a short pause he came again, this time thrusting in with his big hot rod, I knew he had lubricated it with my cleanser but mainly because my bottom was already flaccid from the ice, it went in smoothly, he spread both my thighs as far as they would go to the sides and his cock went deep into my anal passage, mixing everything with the ice. He let out quickly for a while and probably ejaculated in less than a minute, warm semen I could clearly feel.
After I was done leaking, he told me to roll over. I did as I was told, on my knees on the counter with my asshole pointed at him. His hand wrenched the two flaps of his ass hard, and with a “stabbing puff,” the icy liquid from my anal canal mixed with cum spewed out and ran cool down my thighs. “Pull out.” Hearing his words, I relaxed with a plop, “Puff puff,” and all of the watery fluid, and the little bits of ice that hadn’t finished melting, pulled out and fell to the floor with a thunderous thud. I let out a long breath, feeling a little more comfortable under my belly.
As usual this was just a prelude, the real torture was just beginning. I just wondered what he would be playing with today. I lowered my head and looked between my legs to see that he had brought in a couple of props. The first was a tampon-like plastic . Stick with a long string. I knew it was an electric vibrator, finger-sized, 2-3 centimeters long, with a strong shock. He easily pushed it into my anus. After that he pulled me down and wrenched my hands back up to flex my little arms. Until I felt I couldn’t move any more, he tied it with twine. It also went around to my chest and circled my breasts. Then he told me to turn around and open my mouth. This time a large lemon was brought in and he stuffed it hard, hard into my mouth. I couldn’t move my mouth at all, it was hard to even make a sound, and I couldn’t even spit it out without using my hands.
He led me to the new column. Could it be that this was also…? I took a closer look, the main body was a one-meter steel pipe with an abutment underneath, and at the top was something like a bicycle leather seat, but a bit smaller than the women’s one, while on top of it were fastened two small sticks, one in front of it as if it were penis-shaped, more than 20 centimeters long, and the one behind it seemed like a flattened toothbrush handle, estimated to be more than 10 centimeters long. The center of the leather seat is a thick hemp rope from head to tail, the small stick is to stand up through it. What purpose did this thing serve? Although I knew it must be used on me, I really couldn’t imagine how.
“Sit on it.” I was shocked, how do you sit on this thing? I didn’t move, looking at him in amazement. He repeated himself and impatiently pushed me up. My heart pounded in fear, it was unthinkable, I really had to sit on a stick, huh?
The seat was high and I was barely able to reach it. He lifted up my thighs and half-hugged me to help lift me up. First of all, the two mouths of my lower body, he broke my pussy, front and back of the two are right on the let go, at this time I am almost half suspended, the weight of the body at once let me into two things. Because the lubrication is not bad, so there is no pain, just feel particularly strange, bulging, so humiliating. It was only after I was seated that I felt the twine under my pussy sting and itch.
He wasn’t finished yet, and then he bent my calf arms up as far as they would go against my thighs and tied them tightly together with rope. When he was done I suddenly realized that I was completely suspended in the air, there was nothing around me to lean on, and my whole body weight was on my pussy! I wondered how long he was going to do it for, and what if I fell off in the middle of it? But I soon realized again that the two things stuck inside me would keep me completely upright and not crooked. He didn’t seem to be done yet, and used another rope to connect my feet on either side, hanging with the soles of my feet facing upwards, which was a very awkward position to be in. Suddenly, a loop of something came over my head, ah! He actually put the rope around my neck. If I relaxed my legs, it would pull my throat along with it, and suddenly I couldn’t breathe and almost fainted. The section around my neck felt wider, not a normal rope, and elastic. But it didn’t do much good. I don’t know how long he’s going to be messing with me, and I figure it won’t take more than a few minutes before I pass out.
With that, my body was in a reverse arch, and from a distance it must have looked a lot like I was stuck on a steel pipe. He clamped two more electrodes on my nipples and I shivered in fear, this time the situation seemed serious. Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpsed that he seemed to be holding something like a controller or something. All at once, a vibration went off deep in my belly, ah, it was the vibrator that had been put in originally, pushed deep inside by the handle of the toothbrush, and now it was on. I don’t know if it’s pain or excitement, I just feel the secretion coming out of my lower body.
Then he activated some more devices, and suddenly the stalk in his anus slowly rotated. “Mmm~~n, n, n~~….” I practically moaned, the sensation was so exciting and intense, there was a feeling in my lower body that I couldn’t help but eject liquid, like I was about I couldn’t cry out, my upper body was dizzy from the strangulation, my lower body was dripping juices from the stabbing, and I wanted to scream. I couldn’t cry out, my upper body was dizzy from the strangulation, my lower body was dripping juices from the stabbing, and I wanted to scream for help. That was still the beginning, followed by a flaccid electric shock on my nipples, and the rod in my pussy started to discharge. “Nn~~~~~” I let out a long hyung as the juices poured out of my cunt, and my toes and fingers, the only ones that could move behind me, kept flexing and trembling. After the micro-electric shock lasted a couple dozen seconds, the entire base of the pole suddenly vibrated vertically, very sharply, and my entire body was suspended and tossed. After the micro-electric shock lasted a couple dozen seconds, the entire base of the pole suddenly vibrated vertically, very sharply, and my entire body was suspended and tossed about as I was thrown slightly off the leather base, as if I were enduring the shock of intercourse. Carrying the weight of my entire body, my pussy and anus slammed against the leather base again and again, uncontrollably tightened by the twine sting.
Suddenly, I realized that something strange was coming from deep inside my body, a feeling I had never tried before. It was a state of near bursting, like it was about to reach some apex, about to explode out of me. I didn’t know what that next moment would taste like, and I was scared, really scared! But I wasn’t allowed to think about it any more, that moment had arrived.
My whole body convulsed violently, one burst after another, accompanied by intense pleasure like I had never experienced before. The juices were pouring out of my vagina, my lower body was as violent as a cramp, I was shaking uncontrollably, my limbs were tense, and I was doing my best to resist the dizzying and extreme stimulation. In less than a few seconds I couldn’t take it anymore, and if I continued any longer my body would collapse! The intense pleasure has exceeded my ability to withstand, “En ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~” I want to scream but can not help, want to struggle limbs are tied up tight, can only use the last bit of strength desperately let out a moan.
It took ten seconds or so for it to begin to subside inside me. I realized in my dizziness that this was what was called an orgasm. My taut body slackened helplessly, wanting to collapse. My feet had no more strength, my throat was strangled and I couldn’t breathe, it was so hard, so hard. Even though the basement was cold, I was covered in droplets of sweat and straining to breathe. My hair was wet on my back, and the yin water soaked through the leather seat and dripped down to the floor. After a while longer, the electric shocks and vibrations stopped, and only the vibrations were still faintly coming from my abdomen.
At that moment the CALLER next to him rang and he walked away to check it. After a while he came running over to me very upset, stroked me and said, “I have something to do, take your time experiencing this excitement.” After that he left the basement. I wanted to ask him how long he was going to keep me tied up here, but I couldn’t speak, and listened in despair as he pinged the door to the stairs.
I couldn’t move my whole body. I don’t know how much time has passed, but my arms and thighs are already starting to get sore and numb. The position was just too awkward, and being forced to stay like this for a long period of time was very uncomfortable and hard. And my lower body, the only point of support, was beginning to ache faintly. The mouth was also very sore and tired, saliva was constantly being secreted, but it was very difficult to swallow, because of the stuffing of a lemon and the strangulation of the throat, one could only allow the saliva to overflow from the corners of the mouth and flow down the chin. Having not eaten all day yesterday, and with that violent exertion just now, I began to get dizzy and gradually fell unconscious.
Another unknown amount of time later, I woke up in a stupor, and it turned out that the churning in my anus had come back. Immediately followed by electric shocks and vibrations. Unable to tell if this was stimulation or torture, the process seemed to take longer this time than the last, and I passed out again in the middle of my orgasm. For that long period of time that followed, I was half-conscious, half-awake, and devastated. During the agonizing orgasm, I even wished I would just die and not go through the torture again. My body was already weak.
I had experienced about 6 orgasms, and except for each one I was in a semi-conscious state. I don’t know how many hours passed, but as the 7th orgasm was approaching, the door to the room was finally opened. I knew I had finally survived this nightmare, and cried out in pain, tears pouring out of my eyes as I begged the man in front of me. He coldly viewed my last orgasm through tears, pain and shock, and finally, stopped all the devices. Then unties the ropes from my body and removes the lemon from my mouth.
My mouth wouldn’t close after a long time, my arms, legs, and chest were so strangled and bloody that I could barely stretch. He picked me up and slowly pulled me out of the leather seat. I saw that the leather seat was wet, mixed with blood, and that the thick twine had been stained red. I knew it had long since seeped into my pussy lips, abrading my most sensitive and private parts.
Weak and soft, I was placed on the carpet by him, not even having the strength to change positions. He pulled on the threads of my lower back and removed the vibrator.
I didn’t move a muscle, my lower body having long since lost consciousness. After everything was removed from my body, I breathlessly let out a breath. I don’t know if it was because my weak and emaciated posture after being ravaged aroused his strong sexual desire, he suddenly jumped on top of me and frantically fucked me. I couldn’t move my arms and legs, but I didn’t really have the will to resist because his body heat brought me warmth.
I closed my eyes and shed cold tears of relief as I enjoyed his shocks, my body seemed to regain some sensation, especially with his hot cum, which was soothing to shoot deep inside me.
He let me sleep where I was when I was done. The basement wasn’t so cold anymore. He took some energizers and was soon horny again. Too tired to sleep I had just regained consciousness from the dizziness in my head and eyes when he came over again, bound my hands and feet and carried me over to lie on my back on a long bench which was very tilted. I knew what he was going to do. He sat down in front of me and held his hard cock to my mouth. Then he let go of his hand that was pressing on me. The bench was slippery so I quickly tilted and slid downward. My head was down and the bench wasn’t very high, but my mouth was more than twenty centimeters from his glans. I tilted my face up, opened my mouth, and fell with a slow rush.
“Oh 。。。。” He cried out in comfort as his glans disappeared deep into my throat, the thrust caused me so much pain that tears immediately fell down my face, and after a while I couldn’t do the swallowing motion as he asked me to do. All I could do was try to cooperate and satisfy him. He pressed on my head, wanting to go in more, a little more. His cock was already most of the way in and he continued, his throat aching like it was being stretched. I couldn’t stop gagging, and that suppressed jerking instead greatly stimulated his glans. Finally, he ejaculated. I was choking and coughing, if he hadn’t held my shoulders, I think my throat would have been stabbed through and I would have died, a situation I will never forget and have nightmares about until now.
After it was over, I finally got a chance to change my breath and leaned back against the bench, tearful and weak. He didn’t look satisfied yet. I knew that every time he took an aphrodisiac he had to fuck at least 2 or 3 times before he got over it.