/lit/ - Literature

"Oh YES!—AHHH!!!" She squeezes the pliers tightly. "yes yes I–LOVE You. AHH!!"

"You want me to rip your clit off with these pliers?"

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah, you're a dirty slut; huh? Rub my ass, sweetie." Again she buries Summer's face in her balls, dabbing it with them and muffling the tired mascara sobbing. Through the sheen of her oily scrotum, she can see her captive gasping in silent horror.

An obese family returns to their faux-wood-paneled station wagon after having enjoyed a greasy family luncheon. "Dh... d'y'all hear a noise?" inquires Dad absent-mindedly unlocking the car door. "Sounds like talkin'..."

Summer reaches her delicate hands up to caress her captor's big, perfectly round buttocks, which quake violently on the brink of orgasm. Her deep blue eyes rise over Kirsten's testes. The pliers fall to the floor, and Kirsten moans. She moans a sweet, feminine moan, and it switches on something dark in Summer's mind: arousal.

"Them's just seagulls, darlin'."

"You're mine now," she says simply, looking down between her huge womanly breasts and under her bursting genitals to take in the sight of Summer's soul breaking. She slams the girl's head against the wall, "From now onnh, I wantt you to call me MASTER!" Summer pulls back lovingly, slipping her wet pink tongue under Kirsten's foreskin. Kirsten reaches behind herself to pin Summer's hands against her ass, the tongue swirling around her glans now and taking her to unbelievable heights of pleasure that compel her to rudely plunge deep once more, whimpers and throat sounds filling the humid air, she clutching Summer's head to her.

"Maw! Can aih feed 'em? Can aihh?"