Not for children
When Irina came to, she slowly opened her eyes and began to examine the room she found herself in. There was nothing in it except for a light bulb hanging from the center of the ceiling, several dark corners, the table she was lying on, tightly bound with leather straps, and some kind of aquarium against the far wall of the basement. A heavy metal door opened and a tall, broad-shouldered man in a mask, with slits for eyes and mouth, and black leather gloves on his hands, entered the room. He was also wearing a white shirt and trousers, and he was shod in shiny black boots. He stopped near the girl and began to carefully examine her frightened expression
face. The girl had a gag in her mouth, so she couldn't ask him who he was or what she was doing there, but it wasn't necessary; from her wide-open eyes, it was clear she didn't understand where she was.— You're at my home, — the stranger said, as if reading her thoughts. — I brought you from the club you were at with your friends. As soon as you went out to dance, I noticed you right away. You moved magnificently, laughed loudly, and drank a lot. I like girls like you. It's exactly such uninhibited and cheerful girls that I bring to my basement.
The girl had no clothes on at all, only thin strips of straps slightly covering her nakedness. Still feeling fear, Irina saw a syringe with some kind of solution inside appear in the man's hand.
— This is my own invention, — he said, approaching the girl closely. — I don't like long persuasions.
A second later, the syringe's thin needle entered the girl's right thigh. The man in the mask gave her an injection, then patted the captive on the injection site.
— This will make you experience sensations that ordinary people are not given to experience. So consider yourself lucky.
From these vivid visions, a strange excitement began to grow in the girl, which proved impossible to fight. She suddenly felt a strong burning sensation in her crotch, which continued to grow stronger with every second. The feeling was as if someone was whipping her vagina. Then she felt as if her breasts had increased in size, the skin tightened, and her nipples stretched out and became harder than usual. A strong tingling appeared in the girl's stomach, as if a thousand tiny sewing needles had been stuck around her navel. Writhing and twisting like a snake, Irina tried to get rid of these sensations. But the straps she was bound with severely limited her movements. The black oak table gradually became covered with her sweat. At some point, the girl couldn't hold back, and a thin stream of her urine flowed right under her and, mixing with a puddle of discharge from her vagina, ran to the edge of the table and began to drip in small drops onto the bare concrete floor.
She experienced unbearable heat, then shivered from cold. The muscles in her arms and legs tensed, her joints began to ache wildly, and soon a new strong spasm rolled in a wave through her beautiful body. For several minutes, the girl couldn't control her movements, and then suddenly felt relief, followed again by wild excitement and animal lust. Finally, Irina opened her eyes and, lifting her head a little, began to examine herself, trying to understand what this bastard had done to her. The girl's usually dark skin now had a reddish tint and was covered in tiny droplets of sweat, her breasts turned blue, as if someone had been tormenting them for hours, squeezing at the base and pinching the nipples, and her clitoris seemed to have doubled, even tripled in size and now stood erect, resembling a tiny penis.
Lowering her head, the girl closed her eyes and, moving her hips, began to look for a way to relieve this unusual excitement, but the only object accessible to her vagina that she could rub against was the leather strap tightening her wide hips. Trying with all her might, Irina pressed against it, lifting her firm buttocks and touching the strap with her red, blood-engorged clitoris. Moving from side to side, she managed to find the most advantageous position and began to shake her hips like crazy, striving for satisfaction.
She was stopped by the man who had been watching her all this time, standing in a dark corner of the room—her rapist. With a mocking smile, he approached the table and slapped the girl in the face. The slap momentarily brought Irina back to reality, but a second later she began again to seek a way to achieve orgasm. Towering over her and smiling smugly, the man watched the girl's pitiful attempts to relieve the tension. The poor thing didn't know that the solution injected into her worked for many hours and, no matter how hard she tried, she wouldn't be able to get rid of it so easily. Meanwhile, Irina experienced her first orgasm. If not for the gag, from the pleasure she received, she would have screamed so loudly that it seemed she should have been heard even on the other side of the city. Saliva, which had been accumulating in her mouth all this time, now began to flow from the corner of her mouth down her cheeks and neck, falling in large drops onto her luxurious long hair, and her eyes rolled back so that only the whites were visible. At that moment, a powerful stream of discharge began to shoot from the orgasming girl's vagina. The maniac, standing beside her, caught her juices with one hand and then smeared them over her face, while with the other hand he squeezed Irina's clitoris with two fingers, so the girl could enjoy the beginning of this wonderful evening for her a little longer.
When he stopped tormenting her, Irina, who was already ready to experience another powerful orgasm, opened her eyes wide and, without saying a word, looked at him pleadingly through her tears.
— I have a surprise for you, — turning his back to her, the maniac said calmly and went to the far end of the basement, where a transparent aquarium without water stood.
Taking something out of it, he returned to his victim.
— I've wanted to do this for a long time, — he said, squeezing something in his hands.
Irina looked at him for a long time and didn't understand what he was talking about or what he was staring at so intently. Only a minute later did she clearly see that the man was holding a huge snail in his hands, only it had no shell.
— I want to introduce you first. This is my pet slug. It's completely harmless to people and, moreover, very cute-looking. Don't you think so? — his question hung without an answer.
— Now I'll let you feel it. I'm sure it knows how to give a girl pleasure, — with these words, he slowly began to walk around the table, talking to himself, until he stopped at her feet.
Pulling on the straps with one hand, he forced her to spread her legs wide so that a beautiful view of both her holes, shining from the discharge covering them, opened before him. Squeezing the slug in his right hand, with his left he began to open the entrance to Irina's flowing cave. Only now did the girl understand what this dirty pervert was going to do. Her eyes opened in horror when she felt something slippery penetrating her vagina. Moving her hips, the girl tried not
to let this monster inside her, but the tightly stretched straps held her in place. The slug was too thick to enter her easily on the first try, so it took some time for the vaginal lips to swallow the last bit of its body. Realizing she couldn't escape, Irina cried.
Once inside, the slug began to twist and writhe, trying to find a way out. This only further irritated the sensitive nerve endings inside the vagina, giving Irina a strange pleasure against her will. The girl felt the monster moving inside her, how it crawled and moved its tentacles, stretching the walls of her vagina to the limit. The humiliation she felt, mixed with the pleasure caused by the drug, drove her crazy.
Tears continued to flow from Irina's eyes when the slug suddenly stopped moving. "Has it died?" she thought in horror. "How do we get it out now?!" She hadn't had time to think of an answer to this question when the slug continued moving, only this time in the opposite direction from the entrance to her cave. It was moving deeper, towards her uterus. "No! Not there!" — if not for the gag in her mouth, Irina would have screamed hysterically. From the outside, it was visible how her stomach began to rise slightly, indicating the slug's position inside her. Only a few millimeters remained to the uterus when, unexpectedly for herself, Irina began to orgasm. The muscles of her vagina contracted, exerting even more pressure on the monster inside her, causing it to freeze in place for a moment. A shiver ran through her body, forcing the girl to experience orgasm after orgasm until, finally, her strength completely left her.
She woke up because someone painfully pinched her under her left breast. Tears spurted from her eyes again, and she heard his confident, calm voice.
— No, I won't let you fall asleep and miss all the fun. And to perk you up, I've thought of something.
Breathing heavily, the girl stared at his hands once again. In them, he held several wires and a small rectangular box with buttons.
— This device will pass an electric current through your body. As soon as it seems to me that you're passing out, I'll press this button, and the charge will bring you back to reality, — his tone brooked no objections, and she had no strength to resist, especially since the drug's effect wouldn't end anytime soon.
With half-closed eyes, Irina watched as the rapist attached electrodes to her nipples, arms, hips, and, of course, her still large red clitoris. A second later, she felt a tingling, and a moment later, a spasm seized her body.
— That was a test. You have nothing to fear, — the maniac stroked the girl's stomach and, going lower, slapped her pussy hard.
From the charge that pierced her body, the girl's vagina began to moisten abundantly, and its walls narrowed. It was at that moment she felt that the slug was still inside her. All this time, it had been lying quietly inside and hadn't moved until its owner finished all the preparations. Meanwhile, the maniac shoved two fingers into the girl's vagina, felt the slug with them, and began to push it forward, forcing it to move again. As he expected, the monster continued its movement towards the girl's uterus. "Not again!" flashed through her head. But this time, the slug couldn't be stopped. The girl's stomach rounded more and more as the monster made its way to its center, frightened by its owner's fingers.
Strangely, the girl felt one of the slug's tentacles touch the entrance to her uterus and began stubbornly pushing it apart. Pain pierced her entire body when she felt the thick, stubborn creature pushing the entrance to her uterus wider and wider. Irina's eyes rolled back and began to close on their own, when suddenly a button on the control panel was pressed, and at the same moment, electricity raised all the hairs on her body and forced the girl to come to her senses. Experiencing wild pain, Irina, with all her strength, gripped the edges of the table with her hands and shook her head from side to side. Releasing the button on the remote, the maniac leaned over her exhausted body and began to study it intently. Irina's moist breasts heaved from deep sighs, sweat was visible on her forehead, and a wide vein pulsed on her neck in time with her heartbeat.
Miraculously, the slug realized there was no exit in the direction it had chosen and began to slowly, millimeter by millimeter, crawl back. The girl's bulging stomach began to return to its normal state as the slug crawled out of her uterus and moved outward. Several more minutes passed before its tentacles appeared from her still wet hole; during this time, Irina received another electric shock, after which, brought back to her senses, she again began to feel the growing excitement. The slug was already halfway out of her when the girl was shaken by another powerful orgasm, and another stream of her discharge flew out of her cave. Only this time, the girl again couldn't hold back and wet herself, once again flooding the black oak table with a puddle of her urine.
The maniac took the slug in his hands when it fell out of the helpless victim and carried it back to the aquarium, having first washed it under cold water in the sink. When he returned, he saw that the girl was lying unconscious. He picked up the remote control and was about to press the button when he suddenly changed his mind, set the remote aside, removed the electrodes from her, put everything in a bag, took off his gloves, walked to the heavy metal door, turned off the light, and left the room.
All of this is pure fantasy. But I'm still interested in your feedback, suggestions, and reproaches. Please, send your letters to my email: аndrеy_fuckukin1988@mаil.ru