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"Machine is ready," Crystal announced.
"And so am I," Raven smiled, sliding up to position
herself over Brent's face. It was so easy for her - just
leaning over to the control panel, deciding which button
to push, which switch to flip. All he could do is moan -
between her legs, against her pussy - as she selected the
control that would lead to the most pleasure.
She knew that when faced with the option of being force-fed
his own cum or having to lick the pussy of a woman he feared,
he'd give in instantly. The degradation of consuming load
after load of his own cum would be too much, and Brent would
soon be licking eagerly, hungrily at her pussy until she
was on the brink of cumming. And he had no idea that the
intoxication that would come from eating her eagerly - the
drug-induced reaction that would result from this act - would
just lead him further down the spiral of despair. By making
her cum, he was consuming the fluid that would ultimately
break his will. And he did it all just to protect his fragile
male ego!
Raven rode his face as his body twitched and ultimately
convulsed from the pain and humiliation of his cock being
mercilessly milked under her controls. Her sister just giggle
in the background, cleaning up some equipment, snapping off
her own latex gloves and finally muttering, "When's
MY turn on the ride?"
"I knew you had it in you, little CUNT!" Raven
hissed down at her male prisoner, finally rocking down on
him so hard that she effectively cut off his ability to breathe.
She listened to the heart monitor and watched his fingers
scratch desperately at the sides of the gear, but just laughed
it off and told him to lick harder, lick faster if he wanted
to live.
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