This choice: She rams you in and out like a dildo. • Go Back...Chapter #5She rams you in and out like a dildo. by: btal Your senses reeling after the gas attack that Angela just gave you, you sit there limp in her hand. You're brought back to your senses when you feel something pressing against your head. You lift your head and get a face full of the flesh of her anus. Your revulsion is tampered by the state you're in. Angela slowly rubs you up and down, massaging her bottom hole with your head. The reality sets in and your stomach drops; you're a dildo. Nothing but a sex toy to this older woman and she's about to make you well-acquainted with the dirtiest, foulest part of her body.
You hear a sickening "squelch" and look further up to see a pair of fingers digging into your captress' vagina. As she fingers herself you hear her moans rumbling through the room; her lower sphincter pulsates at the stimulus. Your disgust yields to the fear that you'll simply be crushed to death. What a fate; killed by muscles whose only purpose is to help expel her waste. Angela gradually eases up the pressure as she wipes you up and down her asshole. It's not quite dirty, but you still feel an oily sheen coat your skin. That's enough; your stomach heaves and you puke, leaving a stain so small she'll probably never even notice it.
After patient ministrations, Angela's sphincter starts slightly loosening and she manages to push you in slightly deeper each time. Out of nowhere, she manages to relax herself just enough to slide you in past your shoulders. The feeling sends shivers up her spine; with a moan, her whole body clenches; you feel her buttocks squeezing at your feet and her butt pulls you in even more of its own accord.
Sandwiched inside Angela's sphincter, you are actively being suffocated with a face full of her inner flesh. You panic and start struggling; the attempt is fruitless; you are no match against those muscles, but the stimulus causes them to rhythmically flex and yank you all the way in up to your feet. Your top half is now properly in her rectum. It is pitch black and you can hear nothing of the outside world. The air is nauseating, but you can breathe, so you do. Your stomach lurches and your lungs burn, but you're alive and even in your present condition you're thankful for that.
You feel her fingers on your feet and she yanks you out a few inches. Her asshole is now more relaxed and you slide with less difficulty, but your face is being smothered again. Angela then pushes on your feet, pushing you back in, then starts pumping you in and out, slowly and deliberately. With every thrust you move more freely in and out of her. The rhythm picks up and she starts fucking her ass with your body; gently enough to keep your neck from breaking. It's still painful, though, and you can only catch a fetid breath occasionally when she pushes you in all the way.
With her steady motions, you are completely ignorant of the expression on her face; she is shrieking and crying with pleasure as she fucks herself. The motions pick up and pick up; you feel like any moment she'll break your back or neck and it will all be over, but you manage to survive the heavier and heavier thrusts. With one final motion, her asshole squeezes like never before, crushing the air out of your lungs before pulling you all the way in. Angela cums torrents as her asshole seals you inside her rectum. Satisfied, she falls asleep. You desperately pound on the unyielding exit, but your exertions quickly tire you out in the stale air of her colon. You grow faint and collapse, trapped in Angela's butt. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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