Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
She started to take the metal dildo—or “stretcher” as Grox had called it—into the bathroom but the Trollox stepped in front of her, blocking her way.
“Don’t think so, girly,” the middle head growled. “Strip and lay on the bed. Then push it up inside yourself—Grox wants to see your tight little cunny hole stretch!”
Nothing that any of her clients had asked her to do previously had made Sonya feel so thoroughly disgusting and dirty—so utterly soul sick. But she realized there was no way out of it.
With trembling fingers, she slipped off the beautiful dress that Davrik had chosen for her and put on her hours ago. She pulled down the lacy underwear he had bought for her to go with it as well. Then she stood there, naked and shivering, in the middle of the room as Grox stared at her.
“Good, good!” The Trollox nodded all three heads eagerly. “Now lay on the bed and shove the spreader in your cunny! Grox wants to watch.”
Sonya honestly felt like she might puke. But there was nothing she could do but comply. Lying in the middle of the bed, she spread her legs and tried to fit the metal spreader inside herself. But the damn thing was so big, she could barely get it in. She winced as she shoved harder, trying to force the metal dildo inside herself. It was freezing cold—like getting fucked by an enormous icicle— and the only thing that kept her going was the knowledge that if she didn’t get it in herself, the enormous Trollox was likely to take over the operation and shove it in himself.
She didn’t think she could bear that—it would break something inside her. So she pushed harder, forcing the heavy, ice-cold thing up inside herself until it finally filled her channel.
“Good, good!” Grox’s heads were drooling now—all three of them. “Now hold still and let Grox see you, girly!”
Sonya lay on the bed, every muscle tensed, feeling sick and dirty and disgusting with the long metal thing sticking out of her obscenely. But there was worse to come—so much worse.
The next thing she knew, Grox had taken the bologna roll sized dick out of his pants and was stroking its fat length with both hands. It wasn’t the first time she’d had a client jerk off to her—though they usually jerked off to her singing. But it was definitely the worst.
Sonya wanted to close her eyes and take herself away—to hide in her own mind, as she had sometimes done during the years she spent running from the Scourge. But somehow she couldn’t do it. She felt helpless to do anything but watch as Grox shuffled up to the end of the bed and leered down at her naked body as he stroked his massive, disgusting member.
It was a dirty pink color and there was no head that she could see—just a blunt tip, like a Vienna Sausage grown to enormous size. Yes, that was what it looked like, she thought. It—
Before she could finish the thought, Grox gave a low, strangled groan and his hips began jerking. A rope of black ooze that looked like tar shot from the blunt end of his cock and landed on Sonya’s belly.
With a gasp, she realized it didn’t just look like tar—it burned like hot tar too! There must be some kind of acid in it—at least, that was how it felt!
She screamed and started to wipe it away but before she could move her hand, another rope of the black ichor that passed for Trollox cum splashed over her body—hitting her breasts this time. Another shot her in the face—barely missing her eyes but getting partly into her mouth. The taste was vile—like acid mixed with wet, rotting garbage and spoiled fish.
It was too much for Sonya. Oozle could send her to The Box if he wanted to—even a night of alternately burning and freezing and fighting claustrophobia was better than this. Anything was better than this!
Gagging, she rolled off the bed and ran to the bathroom, hobbling because the damn spreader-dildo was still inside her. She barely made it to the toilet before the contents of her stomach came up in a loose rush, the chunks of cheeseburger mocking her as they floated in the pale blue water.
Tears stung her eyes as she grabbed for a swath of cleansing paper and scrubbed at her face and breasts and belly, trying to rid herself of the disgusting Trollox cum. She gagged again and puked some more and then started rubbing again, trying to get the burning tarry stuff off her—out of her.
Suddenly, she became aware of an enormous presence looming in the doorway of the bathroom. Grox was glaring at her, all three heads shooting furious glances like poison darts when she turned her head to look.