Her body ached. Her legs, back, knees. Her muscles strained to hold her pseudo-hogtie. Her breasts hurt most gagging of all, for they outdoor had been tightly bound and pressed down against the table for so long that Casey knew she would have been in danger if she wasn’t inside an artificial body. But she was in a Plugin-Play, and the pure, undiluted suffering that radiated from her tortured tits was breathtaking. Even that, as bad as it was, did not compare to the torture her pussy and asshole were being put through. Her holes were stretched to the max, forced to hold a pair of toys so large her body insisted that she wasn’t physically capable of tight holding them. They filled her beyond anything she had ever felt. Expect that wasn’t entirely true, because the water within her stomach and bowels filled her beyond anything she had ever felt. It was excruciatingly cold, every inch a torturous exercise in agony, the opposite to the burning anguish her close to bursting bladder suffered. Her clit burned and itched, every few seconds a random pair of body parts suffered an unbearably painful shock, and the blindfold and ear muffs cut her off from the world. The porn streaming into her ears was just one last insult, the final touch of the torture Derrick had crafted for her. Put all together? It was completely beyond Casey’s ability to deal with. She ranted and raved within her head, begged and cursed with fervent passion, and was just utterly broken under the sheer overwhelming wall of sensations riding that assaulted her. Every second she wished for someone doggystyle to save her, the wish fueled by a desperation beyond anything she’d ever experienced before, and every second Casey was left unsaved. There was nothing she could do. Her body remained unresponsive, no matter how hard Casey fought against what kept her locked down and under Derrick’s control. Only Casey’s face moved. All she could do was silently endure the hellish torture for however long Derrick wished her to suffer. Through it all, as the pain built and the minutes passed, as Casey underwent something that pretty much everybody else would consider a nightmare beyond imagining, her core remained stoked, a light heat that warmed her from the inside, as her arousal laid waiting for the touch of a vibrator that wasn’t coming. It took a couple of weeks of talking around the subject before Chelsea admitted one day that she would love to have Mike break her cherry. I squirmed and thrashed as the men barked at me. Blood screamed through my veins, pounding hot in my ears. I agreed and even told her I would share the resort information once I figured it out. I begged my brother. All the while that the women were helping her remove her clothing, they kept saying, “Hurry, hurry, the clients are already here.” Everything was happening so fast that Janine barely realized that she was being led down a hallway naked. She had a surprised look on her face, but didn't react, "night sweet heart" I said as I started to stand up, she grabbed and pulled my hand, she sat up in the bed and pulled doggystyle me back toward her facing her. In the end, she was forced to go about her day with her tits constantly bared. Satisfied, her face beamed. She has poor life-organizational skills, and manages her money poorly. I promise. “What’s homework?” he asked, outdoor grinning. She gasped pretty loud, when she saw his bags packed, and her heart fell to the floor. “As much as I’d love that, I really need to get going,” I said regretfully. "Come, come Mr Stephens, you cannot expect to achieve perfection on animals," The Officer reassured him. "You listened to what was happening riding to Jada, I think it's only fair if she gets to listen to you." “We’re both ghosts,” he said in almost a whisper. Werewolves were his gagging enemy too, right? Your tongue will feel very nice there." He quickly said yes, we got some drinks and headed tight out. What started as a standing behind her doggie fuck morphed into a long, highly erotic sex session.