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- That wheel-chair is very handy. It opens them well
Beside we can enjoy her gaping holes. Ah ah ah !
- I am finishing placing the padlocks and it's good
- Don't lock the front skirt !
- Of course... let's go and turn the animal over.
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- Wake her up before. I want she wriggles when I'll rape her. |
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Oh yes, that wakes me up! And hard.
But I don't really realize what's happening except the fact there is a man on me. My eyes ? No... I'm wearing a sort of plexiglass helmet .
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Something is forced into my mouth... and something is inside me. The bastard is raping me. And next... the other man. The metallic assembly immobilizes me totally and hurts me. It's hard, anguleuse and it nearly dislocates my shoulders.
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When they have finished their job, they pull me by my feet and put me in a sort of tank. The dress takes its place with me inside on a metallic structure where it is bolted on. The penis gag is replaced and the new one has a breathing blader while Andreas is putting things between my legs near my vagina and near my anus.
- Do we test the dildoes ?
- Yes, go on Gert.
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I jump when the things start pistoning my womb and my buttocks.
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- Good. I finish putting the spikes and I close the skirt. Start the progrm 4 : 120 strokes a minute during 5 minute then 10 random strokes during 20 minutes
- See you. You'll stay here till evening.
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Till evening? I admit I really couldn't give a damn because I I ignore what time is it. In reality I am going to pass 10 hours inside the tank. But I don't know that.
My first problem, now, is the breath control. It's adjusted very thighten: air is passing with difficulty in the two ways. And they have pinched my nostrils with the nose ring.
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Dildoes slowed down now. It's probably worse because they surprise me each times. And my feet go involuntarily on the spikes. Not very painful but unpleasant. A noise ? What's that ? Oh nooo..... water.... No it's not.... Currare !
And level is coming up...
more... |
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and more.
Just before the liquide is coming up to my head, I hear:
- Don't forget... the breathing bag is only floatting if there air inside. Bye honey.
Quickly I feel that and I shoke, swallowing a large gulp of the green liquid
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So I blow, I desperately blow until the blader floats anew.
And it's there I'm going tp pass the longest hours of my life. |
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