Anonymous1: Her wide fadge whofts of fish. It stinks for a man. But the master wants her other hole to make her obedient. The master removes his thong. Where his penis should be he has a small lump with a thick red hair rolled up in a coil. Slowly, the hair unrolls, until it arcs stiffly, wet and shining. Carmen knows she is going to be tortured. She squeals until the master pokes the hair up her shitty bumhole. As it touches that tight little pucker her eyes bulge and stare. She begins to gasp and gurgle. The master begins to slowly push the hair into her. Her brain will be gently conditioned until she thinks only of serving the master. Her eyes roll up in her head as she gasps gently. She cannot scream. Gently she twitches as the hair slowly tortures her. For a few more seconds the hair tortures her. Then it is over. The master pulls the hair from her. Carmen flops back to the table, twitching gently. Her brain can think only of serving her master. She is pure. She will obay.
Anonymous2(1): OMG... what the fuck is your problem u fuckin perv!
U are obviously a very disturbed little boy! If u think its is correct to post sick filth like ths in publicly then you are touched in the head U freak!
Anonymous4(1): The master has forced me to walk through the subsewer. There is barely enough room to stand. It is filled one foot with warm, thick, green-brown faeces. No liquid. No flowing. Just stagnant, festering sludge. No. There is liquid. Green slime oozing and bubbling gently up from the sludge. The walls and ceiling are made of the clear faeces pit slime. There are lights in them. They also heat. The heat intensifies the stink. So smelly. Slime and leather. My penis is already rock hard from the stink. Yes. Stink is so erotic. The lips part, the mouth gasps gently in horniness. When the tantalising whiff of cock and leather is in my nostrils, I get so hot. I cannot go far before my hand gently moves to my erect cock. I breathe in more stink and Begin to wank.
I fall to my knees, the hands pumping the foreskin back and forth as I breathe in deeply. Cum gently spurts. The cock is still hard. The balls refill quickly.
Fwohh it stinks in here. Everything stinks. I never knew how my body could whoff. Cheese. Fish. Faeces. B.O. Wetness. It mingles together in the heat, hot and steamy in my innocent nostrils. Slowly I trudge on through my torture. Then I come to a point where I can no longer stand. I am forced to crawl, there is room enough only to crawl on my hands and knees. There is still a foot of sludge, the fetid stink making my eyes gently roll, the nose so close to the deeply fetid slime, green, sticky, greasy. My cock-end pokes into the tight slime, becoming gunked and sticky. The moist and tight gives my cock pleasure. The parted lips are moist and drip. The cock twitches and tenses, making me almost frantic with horny, but my hands cannot pleasure myself. The shirt squeaks. So hot. Body stinks. Body wet with slime and sweat and sludge. Squeak squeak squeak. Stinks of hot leather. Hot, sweaty leather stinks. It stinks. Stinks. Stinks. Stinks. Stinks of unwashed body. Wet, greasy body stinks. Stinks of erect penis. Bell glistens. Shaft drips. Cock needs pumping, the balls tight and bulging, refilling with spunk so quickly to add to my soft mental torture. Stinks of sweaty fearsoiled bumhole and bumcrack. Stinks of sludge. Ffwoh, it stinks. It is a ritual the master forces us to do, he takes much pleasure as the stink gently drives us mad. It makes the eyes stare. The cock is stiff with stink, hot. It heats the sludge clinging to it. Froth is in the mouth, the brain gently cheesing in the steamy stink. I think only of escape. My movements are automatic. I must strain my eyes not so roll, the stink gently making me gasp, and gurgle.
Squeak squeak squeak. Stinks of hot leather. Stinks of unwashed body. Stinks of stiff penis. Stinks of sweaty fearsoiled bumhole and bumcrack. Stinks of sludge. Ffwoh, it stinks. Stinks stinks stinks.
Anonymous5(1): Yes. Stinks. Details of stinks. Lists of stinks. Lists of comparisons of stinks. The ways in which the environment stinks. Long list of how the main character stinks. How the main character feels about the fact that everything stinks. How the main character's mental health suffers from the fact that everything in the story stinks. The word stinks repeated. Stinks. Stinks, blar-blar-blar-blar-Stinks.
Noticing a pattern here?! Bad smells must SERIOUSLY do it for you!
U are obviously a very disturbed little boy! If u think its is correct to post sick filth like ths in publicly then you are touched in the head U freak!
Just... Woah.
That first post? disturbed. Seriously... disturbed. Ew.
If U get ur jollies off that.. then you are a very, very confused and sick little pervert.
I fall to my knees, the hands pumping the foreskin back and forth as I breathe in deeply. Cum gently spurts. The cock is still hard. The balls refill quickly.
Fwohh it stinks in here. Everything stinks. I never knew how my body could whoff. Cheese. Fish. Faeces. B.O. Wetness. It mingles together in the heat, hot and steamy in my innocent nostrils. Slowly I trudge on through my torture. Then I come to a point where I can no longer stand. I am forced to crawl, there is room enough only to crawl on my hands and knees. There is still a foot of sludge, the fetid stink making my eyes gently roll, the nose so close to the deeply fetid slime, green, sticky, greasy. My cock-end pokes into the tight slime, becoming gunked and sticky. The moist and tight gives my cock pleasure. The parted lips are moist and drip. The cock twitches and tenses, making me almost frantic with horny, but my hands cannot pleasure myself. The shirt squeaks. So hot. Body stinks. Body wet with slime and sweat and sludge. Squeak squeak squeak. Stinks of hot leather. Hot, sweaty leather stinks. It stinks. Stinks. Stinks. Stinks. Stinks of unwashed body. Wet, greasy body stinks. Stinks of erect penis. Bell glistens. Shaft drips. Cock needs pumping, the balls tight and bulging, refilling with spunk so quickly to add to my soft mental torture. Stinks of sweaty fearsoiled bumhole and bumcrack. Stinks of sludge. Ffwoh, it stinks. It is a ritual the master forces us to do, he takes much pleasure as the stink gently drives us mad. It makes the eyes stare. The cock is stiff with stink, hot. It heats the sludge clinging to it. Froth is in the mouth, the brain gently cheesing in the steamy stink. I think only of escape. My movements are automatic. I must strain my eyes not so roll, the stink gently making me gasp, and gurgle.
Squeak squeak squeak. Stinks of hot leather. Stinks of unwashed body. Stinks of stiff penis. Stinks of sweaty fearsoiled bumhole and bumcrack. Stinks of sludge. Ffwoh, it stinks. Stinks stinks stinks.
Noticing a pattern here?! Bad smells must SERIOUSLY do it for you!
To each his own, I suppose!
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