There is blood in my mouth and I don’t know if it’s from my tongue or from my throat. “You are our plaything.”
The voice sounds wrong. Anal sex There is something holding my ankles and arms. I remember the instructions. Something wet is applied to it, then the presence withdraws. All I can think about is how good it feels. “You are our plaything. I pull out again. It’s soft and lubricated on the inside, it feels almost like a pussy, another word I know with a meaning that exists just beyond my grasp. I feel something building inside of me. There is only the orifice. More touches. The words come, but I cannot identify their font. The pain from the shocks is still there. I frantically push in and out of the hole, tearing my stomach muscles in my eagerness. Once you complete that, the stimulus will end.”
“I don’t… I don’t understand!”
Something in the darkness brushes my dick. We will apply stimulus.
