1 Name: Milton Turnbull : 2009-11-18 05:07 [Del]
The Game Room: Step One, Part B
Step One is a great machine, and it provides all manner of interesting little features for the Games. For example, one thing I like to do is confuse a woman’s body, and that’s accomplished with the vibrator mounted in the seat. I can press a button, and it rises up out of the platform that Kristen is on, a sort of large rubber ball that is concave at the end, cupping a toy right around her clit. Even if I’m shoving my cock so far up her ass that it straightens her small intestines, I can make a woman’s pussy cum. Even without the vibrator, I can do it in the blink of an eye, and there’s nothing stranger for a women in peril than to be simultaneously frightened and yet inexplicably orgasming uncontrollably. I decide that this would be a good option with Kristen, and so I hit a button on the side of Step One and activate the vibrator.
“Ah, there you go Kristen,” I say. “Now, back to the matter at hand. Pussy, ass, pussy, ass, hmm, which would you prefer?” She mumbles something, but she’s also softly moaning now as the vibrator has pushed itself firmly against her clit. I chuckle at her body’s reaction, a quick attempt to pull away immediately followed by her noticeable to press her snatch down as firmly as possible. “Well, it’s not your choice anyways. I’m just going to wing it.”
And with that I grab the buttplug and yank it out of her ass with a dull pop, watching as her sphincter expands and contracts, expands and contracts, as if to say, “Shove that cock in,” but instead I jam three fingers in, and I line my dick up with her pussy lips. In my mind I picture a nice sloppy cunt, and on the tip of my dick I can feel her pussy react to my thoughts. My meat slides in effortlessly, even though the hole is tight as hell, and I plunge all ten inches in balls deep. Kristen screams emphatically, and then launches into intense and repetitive moaning as her pussy begins cumming. I keep my meat buried all the way in, and she’s so juicy now that her goo drips around my cock and down my balls, falling to the floor in steady drips. The aroma of her cunt is intoxicating as it wafts into my nose. “My, my, Kristen, you sure are a juicy one. You like that cock, huh?”
Her moaning is steady, and her body hasn’t stopped coming yet because I haven’t let it. By the time I’m done with her, her muscles will be so weak from constant orgasm that she won’t be able to walk even if I let her stand up. I'm in no hurry to set her free, though, and I begin pumping her pussy with long, deep strokes, pulling my meat nearly completely past her lips, and then slamming it back in at full force, eliciting a hearty yelp each time I do. My cock feels wonderful inside of her tight, juicy love canal, and she's undoubtedly been stretched further than ever before. I start working my fingers in her ass as I pump her cunt, in and out, in and out, keeping her poopchute nice and limber for later. "Kristen," I ask her, temporarily muting her energetic moaning but still forcing her body to keep coming, "have you ever tasted your own juices?"
"No," I let her mutter, and then she resumes her orgasm-induced wailing. Her body has practically been possessed by the perpetual orgasms, and she loses all muscular control and succumbs to the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She is practically flopping around.
I suddenly whip my dick out of her cunt and hop around front, shrinking my cock and slamming it into her gaping mouth in one smooth motion, her moans being dampened into muffled gobbling sounds. I thrust all the way back down her throat again and stretch it open like last time. The continual moans of her orgasm have been choked out by my meat, but the vibrations still course through my dick as her head is skewered on my cock. "Now, I'm going to pull it out nice and slow, so you can savor the flavor of that cunt juice." Slowly and streadily, I begin pulling my meat back, feeling her head twist and shake in suffocating panic. After about fifteen seconds, all that's left in her mouth is the head of my dick. "Suck that dick good, my pretty little toy, suck every last drop of that girl goo."
And then with a pop, I pull my dick all the way out and pat her head as her orgasmic moans rise up once more. "Good girl," I say, leaping back around to her waiting snatch. I jam it in again, and seeing that her butthole has closed a bit more, I spit on it and cram two fingers in, twisting them. She yelps in surprise as I pull them out and reach around so she can smell her own ass juice, and then I shove them into her mouth and hook her cheek, yanking at her like I'm fishing with my hands. Her moans devolve into garbled nonsense.
"Damn, that pussy's pretty tight, Kris," I say, now grabbing her ass with both hands and jamming each thumb into her asshole to get a nice grip, prying her open as I go. She's cumming so hard she's shaking, and I can see her body glistening with sweat. "But," I continue, "I'm the kind of guy that likes to push things to the limit." And I start expanding my cock again, widening it steadily and lengthening it at a slightly slower rate. I'm filled with overwhelming lust as I watch her labia stretching more, and more, and more, my cock now four inches in diameter and still growing. It seems as though she'll tear any second. Almost immediately I can feel resistance from her cervix as my dick lengthens, and her screams of pleasure are now peppered with shrieks of pain. "Damn cervixes only wide one" I comment to her, "how can I fix this problem, Kristen?" And I focus my mind and make her cervix yield to my cock, and now she is convulsing in a bittersweet mixture of lust and agony. My cock is now in her womb, all 16 inches of it, and it's a good thing that they're made to expand during pregnancy, because it's still growing inside. As her moans are increasingly replaced by agonizing screams, I'm sure that Kristen feels trapped halfway between perpetual childbirth and the best orgasm of her life.
I feel a soft pop as her pelvis cracks a bit as it might during childbirth, and then, her labia, having been stretched into a translucent membrane across my cock, finally tear apart. A blood-curdling shriek fills the room, and I smile widely as the pussy juice dripping off my balls is now joined by blood. "Now that's what I'm talking about, Kristen! Did you just see yourself tear?" I yell with excitement as I stop my cock expansion, now having grown my meat to 20 inches long and five inches wide. I stare down with child-like glee as my cock stretches her hot cunt into a bloody mess, thrusting very long strokes in and out, her pussy painting my cock with shades of crimson. I love the way the lower parts of the labia stretch on my dick whenever I'm fucking one of my toys, that little delicate area between the pussy and the asshole known as the perineum, and I've completely shredded hers. The urge to blow a load right into her uterus is overwhelming, but I feel like holding back more this time. That first orgasm was enough to take off some of the edge, and so I continue plowing in and out of Kristen, her shrieks and yelps and grunts melting into a symphony of sheer agony. But it's not enough, and a marvelous idea pops into my head.
I reduce the girth of my cock by about an inch, pulling it out about half way, and I immediately focus my mind and heal Kristen's pussy. Her wild squealing drops down a few levels back to a more hushed tone. I watch as her perineum--still stretched no doubt--heals itself. And then in one quick motion, I plunge my dick all the way back in, expanding the width back to five inches, and she lets out another shrill scream as I rip her perineum once more. Then I pull out, shrink my cock and heal her, and plow it back in, shredding her labia over and over and over again as I build up a slow and steady motion. Thrusting, expanding, ripping, healing, over and over and over. Kristen has now launched into hysterical, high-pitched shrieking, loud and consistent, and all the while I'm still making her pussy continue orgasming. The paradox is enough to drive most toys insane, and although Kristen is obviously not taking it so well, she's doing much better than some of my old toys. Her body is no doubt shattered, but her mind is still there somehow. She still hasn't cracked, and I must admit I'm fairly impressed, not to mention aroused, with her. This has been and continues to be the funnest Game I've ever played, and I'm about to make it a little more fun: time to stretch that ass. But, first . . .
I pull my meat out of her pussy once again, leaving the perineum bloody and ragged, and I stick my whole hand inside of her, pulling it out and sucking off all the sweet blood and pussy juice. I race around front again, licking the last trace of her delicious juices from my fingertips. Her face is twisting in sheer despair, her face wet with sweat and tears. If her mouth were a Siren, then my dick would be a wayward sailor, seduced by her sweet song.
"Now that you've tasted your own girl goo," I proclaim, sliding my dick into her mouth again," let me share with you another one of my favorite flavors." And for the thid time in less than twenty minutes, I jam my cock at full force past her tonsils and all the way down her throat, bottoming out at the entrance to her stomach. I keep my cock buried for a moment, savoring the vibrations of her vocal chords and the convulsions of her body. I'd love to cut her head off right now, but I always like to build in the suspense for my toys.
Since my room has tracks running along the ceilings, I extend my arm like an airborne snake and grip one of the many ropes dangling in the distance, dragging it back over to Kristen's head. I take the head harness attached to the end of the rope and wrap it around her head, under her lower jaw. You know . . . just in case I feel like pressing one of Step One's red buttons.
Then I wrap my hands around her lips, pushing them down firmly on my cock, and I begin pulling out slowly, making sure every drop of juice and blood remains in her pretty mouth. As the last inches finally come out, I look at my dick and it's totally clean. "See?" I ask her with a smile, slapping her cheeks playfully, "isn't that the most divine thing you've ever tasted? It's like nectar from the gods!" I laugh heartily as I walk back around to her read end. The beautiful site of her shredded snatch juxtaposed against her creamy white ass makes my dick throb with lust. "It really gives new meaning to the term 'cocktail', eh?" I say with a chuckle. She lets out a sort of grunting yelp, as if to disagree, and then I decide that I'll fix her up again, and I focus my mind, mending her torn perineum.
"Well, I admit. That may have been a cheesy joke, but I'm glad we could share that tasty treat. But don't worry, there'll be a next time. You can count on that . . " I exclaim, trailing off into an excited giggle. I watch closely as her tender pussy flesh answers my wishes and finishes repairing itself. She belts out a scream of relief, and while admiring that soft, round rump, I give both of her cheeks a hearty slap, watching her lovely ass jiggle in response.
The blood is still smeared all over her hindquarters, but since it's sexy as hell, I don't clean it up. To say my Game Room is fantatically clean would be an understatement, but I do make exceptions for cum, pussy juice, saliva and blood. Just for shits and giggles, I reach a finger into her pussy to feel how well I've healed her up, and just as expected, it feels just as tight as before I even first impaled her. A perfect fix.
I allow the forced orgasm to stop, but I leave the vibrator running. For about a minute afterward, her body convulses randomly in little orgasmic aftershocks, and then she becomes still, the only movement being her heaving chest. The only sound coming from her mouth in a combination of panting and moaning, and I get the feeling it won't stop anytime soon as she tries to catch her breath. "All right, Kristen," I tell her excitedly, "there's only one hole left--or at least only one regular hole--and I'm sure you know what that means!" She belts out a long, drawn-out groan in response, anticipating the inevitable.
I use the blood and girl goo mixture on my fingers to pry open her puckered little butthole, and focusing my mind, I force her asshole to yield to me. Her panting moans transform into hesitant screams of protest as I slowly shove the tips of all four fingers past her sphincter, and soon my hand is halfway in. As I penetrate her little poopchute, my cock throbs every time I feel her asshole expand and contract, and when it expands, I take the opportunity to make a fist and jam it all the way in to the wrist.
"Ah, success!" I exclaim, catching scents of ass juice in my nose. "I bet you've never had a fist up your ass, huh, Kris?"
A yelp of protest bursts forth.
"Yeah, I didn't think so." I press a button to intensify the vibrator's effect on her pussy, and I lean down, fist still crammed up her ass, and I greedily lap up some more of the bloody juice that saturates her cunny. Leaning back up again and licking my lips, I aim my cock at her pussy again. Shrinking it back to its normal ten inches, I thrust into her slowly, soaking my meat in her slippery juices in preparation for her ass.
"You know," I tell her, "in the real world, there's only two real ways a woman can cum. But here? Even assholes can cum, and you and I are about see what yours feels like." She begins to moan in pain, having never had a whole hand, or I presume, anything at all crammed up her rectum. I focus my mind, activating a simultaneous vaginal and anal orgasm, and I immediately feel Kristen's sphincter expand and contract at a tremendous rate, like it's sucking on my wrist. Once again, moans of intense pleasure echo through the Game Room, and I smile at what I've turned Kristen into: my best toy so far.
As her body writhes in uncontrollable ecstasy, I marvel at the sight before me: a beautiful young woman, her skin damp with sweat, skewered both on my fist and my dick. The day we first met, only a few years ago, she would have never in a million years guessed what sorts of tricks I had up my sleeve. She was totally clueless as to what I had in store while I patiently bided my time and worked out the most elaborate Game plan ever. And admittedly, I would have never guessed how much I would enjoy it.
I suddenly pull my hand out of her ass and grab both of her buttcheeks, spreading them far apart. She utters a long moan. I gaze at her beautiful butthole as it opens and closes rapidly, continuously orgasming in a way that's impossible in her reality.
"I sure as shit hope you're watching this, babe, because your poopchute is going nuts!" As before, the sight of a puckering browneye makes my dick anxious to be surrounded by a warm and wet hole, and so I pull out of her puss and in one seamless motion, jamming the head of my dick against her butthole. Her hopelessly spasming sphincter gobbles my dick up with an easy greed.
I'm in, and though her pussy was tight, it's no comparison to her fucking asshole. It's absolutely amazing, and I begin a slow and steady pumping and I notice there's a marked difference in her moaning. She's never come this way before, and I think she likes it, but it's time to change that. They should never like it; they should do it out of fear.
I start expanding my dick again and I welcome her manic mix of crying and moaning with pleasure, but I'm not trying to tear her perineum this time. I keep extending the length of my dick more so than the width to prevent such an event, and pretty soon it's snaking in pretty deep and off to the left, as I've entered her colon. This gets a noticeable rise out of Kristen, her body wriggling as if to try and shake my snake of a cock out of a her fobidden anal depths. I can't help but notice the jizz building up now, but then my cock suddenly run into resistance: god damned shit. Fucking bitch.
"I suppose I should have cleaned you out before hand, you dumb bitch, but I'm not here to clean a pig's asshole!" I yell, and just as fast as I snaked my dick up into her rectum and colon, I pull it back and whip it out of her dirty ass, leaving a small hint of brown on the head of my dick. "This is unacceptable." I suddenly stop both of her orgasms dead in their tracks; bitch doesn't deserve that.
I take my hand and once again jam it up her ass, and her body jumps at the suddenly enraged intrusion, but this time I don't stop at the wrist. It's time to clean her up a bit. I angrily shove my hand up her rectum and I meet resistance at the entrance to her colon, but I use my mind to force it open and I've now got half of my forearm buried up Kristen's ass, and I laugh hysterically as she squeals from the unbearable pain I've caused. "Awww!" I scream, my dick grazing the floor. "Does this hurt your cute little butt?"
I can feel chunks of shit as my hand creeps further up her colon, and I stop digging once her sphincter is firmly wrapped around my elbow. Cupping my hand, I grab any and all of her dirty ass shit and start pulling my arm back out, and when it's fully removed, I glance down at the chunks of human waste in my hand, and then back down at my brown-tipped dick. My dick is now only about 75 per cent erect. "You fucking animals," I mutter in disgust. "Such inefficent creatures."
I stomp around to her face and see her still crying from me shoving my arm up her colon, and I spit on her, suddenly disgusted with her sick animal nature. I try shoving my shit-covered dick in her mouth, but she clamps her mouth shut and turns her head side to side. This bitch is quickly losing brownie points, and I start to feel my body pulsing, but I refuse to lose control over some dsiobedient sow. I've tamed worse.
"Now listen here, you fucking pig!" I shout, grabbing her head with my clean hand. "I get the feeling you're getting cocky about how special you are to me. But you're dead wrong, fleshbag. Just because I haven't let you die yet doesn't mean I can't or won't. You're just a sack of meat and bones, no better than any other human. And if you don't fucking do what I say, then I can guarantee you'll never get back to that nice little life you had. Now, if you're a good girl from now on, I might let you win the Game. But, " and I grab her lower jaw where it meets her upper jaw and I squeeze hard, coaxing her to open up, "if you don't do exactly what the fuck I want you to do, you can be sure as the shit in my hand that you will suffer the longest and most painful death possible, and I will never bring you back from the other side. Are we clear?" I smack her so hard I feel her brain bounce off her skull. "I said, are we clear, you fucking pig!"
She whimpers softly, but shakes her head yes, submitting and letting me pry her jaws open. "Good," I say, beaming with pride, "good girl, Kristen. It's only going to get worse, believe me. You see, I hate getting filthy human shit on my dick. I've torn bitches to shreds for less than that, but I am offering you a once in a lifetime opportunity here. Anyways, like I said, of all things, shit on my dick is one of the worst things ever, but seeing as though that's already happened, well, I might as well go all out."
And I suddenly and angrily cram the handful of shit into her mouth, and right after that, the tip of my dick. Her head instinctively shakes "No" back and forth, but overall, she grins and bears it. This is unprecedented.
I begin using my dick like a muzzle-loader of sorts, jamming all the pieces of shit past her tonsils and into her throat, all the while preventing her stomach muscles from regurgitating. Once I've forced down all the chunks of her disgusting shit, I simultaneously expand my dick while shoving it past her tonsils and down her esophagus. She must be getting use to this neck-stretching routine by now. "Kristen, my dirty little piggy. It's time to eat shit and die." She's gurgling and convulsing on my dick, and the natural reaction would be to vomit, but I keep my mind focused and prevent that from happening. She needs to learn her place on the totem pole. "Just kidding, darling . . . . I guess you could say it's time to eat shit . . . and live?" My laughter bursts forth uncontrollably.
As I feel the last bit of her disgusting human waste squeeze into her stomach, I retract my cock and whip it out of her mouth with a sloppy pop. I look down at her and she begins sobbing, too weak and humiliated for a full force cry. Her lips are smeared with her own shit, and she looks like a greedy fat kid that snuck into a fudge factory. In other words, she looks like the pathetic piece of meat that she is. She bears her teeth at me pathetically, but not as an animal threat, but more likely because she wants to see how disgusting her mouth looks covered in her own feces.
Luckily for her sake, I think she's understood the gravity of this situation, and since I've already proven my point, I focus my mind and transform all the shit into sweet and delicious pussy juice. She looks visibly relieved as the gritty shit coating her lips and mouth are transformed into her own girl goo. After all, if I'm going to continue to to plow this bitch's asshole, it better be as clean as possible. I could have done that before, but that would've been counterproductive. You don't give a dog a clean bowl of water after it's pissed all over your carpet.
Likewise, you've got to make your toys know that they're just that: posessions to be played with. And hey, it's always good to remind a girl how much she loves the taste of her own pussy over the taste of her own shit, and that's the ultimate point. It's all relative . . . but wait, wait. Tasting her own pussy. Yes! I've got it.
"Kristen, dear," I call out, not waiting for her garbled response as I walk back around and bring my tongue down to her read end, giving one long lick from her clit up to the top of her ass crack. "I've got a new idea, and it serves several purposes. First of all, it's going to push the limits of what your silly brain comprehends as 'reality'. Secondly, it's going to make this quite a bit more arousing for me, since you seem like such a hard nut to crack. And finally, even though I've let you taste all the fluids--and unfortunately the solids--that your body produces, I am going to give you a new way to experience that very same thing while finally making use of Step One."
And I release her vocal chords from my control, and she suddenly erupts into a scream, then yells out, "No! Please no! No! I'll do whatever you want, Joe! Please! Don't! Don't do it, Joe!"
But instead I press a red button, and closing my eyes, I revel in the familiar 'whoosh' of the blade dropping followed by the loud thump that follows as the blade cleanly slices through her neck. But she's not dead yet.
I reach around and grab the rope from which her head is now lazily dangling, and I pull it along its track over to me. I grab her confused head with both hands and stare it straight in the eyes, her lower jaw hanging open in shock. I focus my mind to prevent her from losing consciousness and life. I press a button on her goggles to retract the viewscreens, so I can see her eyes, while still recording from her point of view. "Don't call me Joe," I tell her with a wide grin, savoring the weight of her decapitated head in my hands. Fourteen pounds, I'd say. "That's just a bullshit human name, and as you might have noticed by now . . . I'm no human."
Her mouth opens and closes futilely, as if to say something, but it must be all to clear to her that she--her head, that is--is no longer attached to her pretty little body. It's so cute seeing her head behaving as if it were still connected to her neck. But I'm not done with her yet, and even though she might already be dead if we were back in her dimension, that just isn't the case here in my Game Room. I'll keep her alive as long as I want, until I get bored with her sack of meat and bones.
"What's that, Kristen?" I ask, mocking her head. I turn it backwards a bit and run my tongue along the rim of her severed neck, savoring the taste of bloody iron on my tongue. "What are you saying? I can't hear you!" Instinctively, I raise one fist back and punch her hard across the cheek, letting her head go swinging around wildly. For a moment I switch my goggles over to hers, and I watch with utter excitement as the room spins and swings around wildly as her goggles' cameras record this beautiful escalation of the Game. "You see what I mean," I ask her. "In the Game Room, the only limit is imagination, and I'm proud to say that my imagination is nearly infinite. The concept of 'life' is subjective, and therefore you find yourself, your head, alive, and detached from your body."
I burst into excited laughter as I switch my goggles back to my own view, watching that pretty little head helplessly swinging around in circles. If it were still attached to her body, the spinning would no doubt make her nauseous enough to vomit. That's enough.
"Okay," I tell her, fetching her head out of the air with both hands and facing it towards her own pussy and ass. "Now, this is a view you've never been able to fully appreciate, not even watching through my view on your goggles. These two holes, those two bouncy mounds of ass meat, your thighs, that little line that runs up the center of your back, even your butt dimples . . . those are all reasons why I've let you play my game. And like I said before, even though you've tasted all your delicious--and not so delicious--juices, I've got an even better idea."
I grab her head and tilt it down so that the sexy crimson red of her severed neck is lined up with my cock. I carefully position the tip of my dick with her throat opening, and focusing my mind to make things easier, I pop my man-meat inside. "Are you starting to get the picture?" I ask Kristen, now plowing my meat into her decapitated head. I grab her neck with one hand and her lower jaw with the other, pulling them apart and creating as straight of a line as possible, finally feeling my cock pop past her tonsils and into her mouth, exactly the opposite of what I've done with her thus far. I feel the head of my dick rubbing against the ridges of her upper palate, and finally reaching her oral cavity, I grab both of her jaws and open them wide, letting my cock burst out into freedom. "You know, Kristen, as hard as this may be to believe, I've never had this much fun with any of my old toys."
Her head is now now comfortably skewered on my dick like a meat sleeve of sorts, all the while I've extended my cock to thirty inches, surpassing everything I've done to her up until now. Her head is now wrapped comfortably about half way down my dick. My meat is so rock solid, my powers so strong, that her head doesn't even weigh my dick down at all.
I flex my cock a couple of times, making it bob up and down. I switch to one of my many cameras and see that Kristen's head is alive and well, her eyes aimlessly darting around in absolute horror. I then switch my goggles to her head's view. My viewscreen is filled with the image of Kristen's meaty, creamy backside, her pussy and ass glistening with sweat and girl goo. Jutting out in front, at the bottom of the viewscreen, I see my monstrous cock. Using this foreign viewpoint and steadying my pelvis, I get ready to navigate my meat back into her holes using a completely unique perspective. "I hope you're having as much fun as I am right now, my pretty little toy, because you're about to taste your pussy in a way that none of my toys have ever had the honor to do."
And using Kristen's headcams, I thrust forward, slowly guiding my throbbing member back into her sloppy snatch once again. I reactivate both her vaginal and anal orgasms, and as I part her labia with my massive meat stick, the last image I see before switching back to my own view is her slimy sphincter opening and closing greedily, her headless body alive and convulsing with unimaginable pleasure and pain. I watch with intimate detail as my meat slides into her snatch, and I go slowly, watching as her lips slowly draw nearer and nearer to her glistening snatch.
I switch back to my own view and look down as my dick penetrates far enough for Kristen's to kiss her own pussy lips if she so desired. "Why don't you lick that clit, Kris? You know you want to. I mean, you know your body wants you to lick its clit. What I'm saying," I exclaim with a chuckle, still skewering my meat through her head and into her pussy, "is that you know you want to do it. Just stick that tongue out and tickle your clit." I'm practically at the orgasmic point of no return as my dick finally goes balls deep not only skewering her decapitated head, but also her pussy, once again bashing its way into her womb. It's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen: a woman's decapitated head skewered on my dick, it's mouth being shoved forcefully into it's own deliciously sloppy cunt. But she doesn't seem interested in slobbering on her snatch, and so much to my disappointment, I resort to a bit of mind control.
Immediately, I feel Kristen's tongue slither out from under my dick, eagerly licking her own clit as the vibrator continues to hum and her body shakes violently with the most intense orgasm she's ever had. The sensation of her pretty little head speared on my shaft, pressed hard between my pelvis and her pussy is almost too much to bear, and I feel the jizz starting to swell up inside of me, waiting to be unleashed deep inside her headless fleshbag. "Grrrr, you fucking slut! It's so fucking goooood!" I yell, and then I regain control of my nerves, careful not to slip up again and let her know just how much I'm enjoying myself.
Even with her head wrapped around my cock, I can't let my pretty little toy think that she's of any value. I expand my cock suddenly and crack her lower jaw, splitting it from the rest of her skull, feeling her cheeks split apart as I do. If her head was still attached to her body, she would no doubt be shrieking louder than any banshee could ever aspire to do. Instead, even though her jaw is dislocated, I can still feel the gentle wiggling of Kristen's tongue as it continues lapping at her own clit, still under my passive mind control. Her body bursts into an even more intense orgasm now, and yet my mind is blown to bits. How the fuck has this bitch kept her wits?
"That's it, bitch!" I scream, and I expand my cock so wide that it not only rips her lower jaw clean from her face, but it tears her perineum so much that I can see at least five inches into her asshole. In my sensitive ears, I hear a deep exhalation of air emitting from her body's decapitated windpipe, and it sounds like, "pssssshhhhhhh-hahhhhhh," as if to say, "Holy fuck, stop it!"
Kristen's lower jaw is now hanging lazily, and even though my impulsive expansion has ruined all of the tightness I love, I can't fucking hold back anymore. The concept of this absurd act is too much to bear. "You fucking bitch!" I yell, and every hair on my body stands on end. "Holy fuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Here it comes!"
And as I uncontrollably push my meat in as far as possible, my dick and balls take over, exploding into a frenzied orgasm, pumping load after load of cum through my dick, pumping through Kristen's mangled head and into her slimy pussy, directly into her uterus. I can feel the resistance as I unload inside of her baby maker, and the copious amounts of jizz begin to expand her womb since they have nowhere else to go. Kristen's body is flailing around as wildly as it can while still strapped into the Step One machine. I have now synced with Kristen's body in wild convulsions, and I am mumbling mindlessly as last of my cum empties into her womb.
can't take it anymore, it's too fucking good, and so I quickly whip my meat out of her cunt for fear that I might grow too attached. I open my eyes and glance down as I do so, and I see a steady stream of my cum and blood pouring out of Kristen's sexy, headless body, slowing to a drizzle and then a lazy drip.
I slap my hand across my face and rub it up and down, getting a hold of my self. "Holy shit," I exclaim, my cock still pulsing with the aftershock of an unbelievable orgasm, still enraveled by Kristen's mangled head. I quickly peel her mutilated melon off my dick and hold it up to eye level, surveying the brutal damage I've done to her. The top of her face is as angelic as ever, but below the cheeks it's a mess. Her cheeks have been torn haphazardly to the back of her lower jaw, and you can see her tongue dangling down inches from where it should be. Blood seems to seep out in a slow drip, coming from everywhere. Only in the Game Room can a decapitated head endlessly bleed and not die.
I always keep a composed look when I feel I've been compromised, and this time is no different. I stare Kristen's head straight in the eyes, forcefully grabbing her lower jaw and shoving it back up to where it should be, focusing my mind on the task as hand. I watch as the beautiful process of reassembly occurs, the bloody rags of skin and muscle intertwining and meshing back together as they once were. All the while, her eyes dart back and forth in shock, occasionally rolling back into her skull, showing me the sexy whites of her eyes. Within ten seconds, her face is still splattered with blood, but it's otherwise perfectly repaired. "My, my," I tell her with enthusiasm. "You sure are a good sport, aren't you, Kris? I've got to say . . . I love blowing your holes out. But don't let it get to your head, and that pun was intended. I know you're experiencing the most dreadful thing your puny brain could ever imagine."
I release her reassembled head to dangle freely and I stand up tall, stretching out my muscles out, looking around the Game Room for another fun next step. There are so many options, so many different machines in this room, so many machines in other rooms. The possibilities are endless. My wish is my command, and as I decide upon my next course of action, I slap yet another red button on Step One. Suddenly, the hook that's attached to the rope around Kristen's ankles begins moving along one of the ceiling tracks, and her body is slowly stretched out as her legs straighten, and then her body slides off Step One and begins swinging freely as it travels along the path I've chosen. Kristen's head, spinning around aimlessly as it swings from the track on the ceiling, starts moving across the room. As her head joins her body on the same track, I blow her a kiss and let out a rapturous laugh. "Don't worry, honey," I exclaim. "I'll see you in the next room."
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[Fret not, my friends.... there's a lot more to come!]
