Have you ever tried to lick something up with a ring gag on? It’s almost impossible. As I’m sure you could have guessed. For three hours since you last saw me, I’d been trying to get the birth control pill in the middle of Craig’s cum puddle. My arms were strained, tied to the basement pillar. My legs were numb.
Finally, in one triumphant flick of the tongue, I waded through the cold jizz pool and got the pill in my mouth. I swallowed, of course along with the cold, horrible sticky semen that accompanied it. I could feel it dripping down the back of my throat. But I was glad to be safe for now. I choked back the pill, and lay as comfortably as I could, propping my back against the wooden bar.
In these circumstances, it shouldn’t have been easy to sleep. But it was. After all the trauma, and horror, and shock, I somehow slumbered immediately.
I wish I didn’t.
…
The next morning, Craig slapped me awake. I fluttered my eyes open to see that, from head to toe, my body had been covered in oil. Lights had been set up to illuminate my glistening body. And on the far end of the attic, a camera had been set up. In my mouth, I tasted cloth jammed into my cheeks down to the back of my throat. Strips of tape glued my mouth shut.
I was distracted by my gag, but noticed something cold attached to my inner thigh. I looked down. A vibrator, strapped with leather belts touching my clit.
What was going on?
“Good morning, cumwhore.” Craig smiled. He then turned the camera on. An ominous red light faced me.
*Mmm??*
“Hello, ChatFuck audience. This is CumWhore387. She has willfully, consensually, and gladly agreed to be part of this orgasm torture experience.”
*MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!*
I couldn’t let out anything audible. But maybe, just maybe, if these people knew I wasn’t here on my own accord.
I teared up. My face was getting red. I was scared, but struggling to let the audience know that I needed to be rescued.
“She’s a great actress, isn’t she folks? Well, you know the rules. One dollar gets you three second vibrations. Five dollars gets you twenty seconds. And if you’re lucky, you may torture her with her own orgasms.”
He then walked away from the camera and whispered in my ear.
“I hope you like the taste of my cum, bitch. You’re eating my boxers.”
He walked out of the attic, singing *you’re making me a rich man!*
I sat there. For a second, it was peace. I was hoping in that second, this was a prank, or the vibrator had been broken. But immediately, in a burst of energy, the dings started coming in. These perverts had their mouses at the ready.
*MMMM!! MMMMMMMM!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!*
I felt the pleasure and pain emanate throughout my body. I kept crying, SCREAMING, trying to tell them that I did NOT want to be there.
*MMMMNUHHHHPPHHH. IMMMM NUUUUFFFTTTTTT HRRRRRR CUHNSSSHHENNNNSHULLLLL. MMMMMMMMNUHHHHHHHH!!!*
Of course, these were sounds to deaf ears. The charges that entered my pussy seemed to fry my brain. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t act. I saw, in the corner, the monitor. What I saw onscreen nearly killed me:
**Time remaining in show: 8 hours 52 seconds**
I was doomed.
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