Cattle prod Stories

Malignant murmurs quiver in my eardrum, her hand squeezing tight about my throat. "Trick or treat, pumpkin?" Unintelligible sounds wheeze from my gag stretched lips to dribble incoherent down my saliva-soaked chin before splashing on sweat-sheened, heaving breasts. "Treat?" Vibrations ravage my cunt. Merciless, insistent, demanding as stretched and restrained I twirl atop the wand's relentless caress. Soup-minded as orgas...