Thirsty In Africa
Beth is visiting Africa, and it is not going well for her:
Beth was in a small, dark corner of a stone room. She was on all fours, her legs bound to two foot-high steel posts which stuck up out of the floor. Her wrists to two more. Behind her was a much larger post, and a massive wooden tube carved like a penis protruded from that, stuffed deep into her aching pussy. Her lips were wrapped around another such object, but this one was hollow, with small, pin sized holes along the front few inches. It was so deep into her mouth she gagged if she moved even a little bit forward.
Umbwatha had used a sharp needle to pierce her nose between the nostrils, smiling thinly at her scream of pain, and now a large ring was placed there. A thin elastic cord was clipped to the ring, and attached to the post the front dildo protruded from. Thus if she moved backwards it would pull on her recently pierced nose rather painfully. The further back she pulled the more pain she would receive.
Her clitoris had also been pierced, and a similar elastic chain bound the ring piercing it to the rear post, with the same measurable limitations on her movement – although, of course, the pain was considerably worse.Her nipples had been pierced, as well, and the rings through them were clipped to wires going straight down, pulling on her breasts. These were not elastic wires, but metal, and thus able to conduct electricity, which they did now, in small amounts.
Umbwatha had showed the mindless creature she had become, by painfully moving her body, how she might sate her frantic desire for water. And, as before, it was through pain.
The rear dildo was mounted on a spring of sorts, so that it could be pushed backwards into the post. The spring was strong, however, and required some pressure. With her legs bound apart the only way to bring pressure on it was thrusting her pussy backwards until the thick dildo actually pressed against her cervix, and then jamming it back further.
When this was done liquid was pumped through the dildo in her mouth, and seeped out through the pinholes so that she could suck on it, not unlike a babe suckling at its mother’s breast.
Of course, it was not as simple as simply jamming herself back and holding in place. She had tried that, and the liquid quickly dried up. There was some sort of pump mechanism which required the spring be continuously pushed in and out. Thus she had to thrust her pussy back again and again, pulling painfully on her nose and clitoris each time. Only in this way would the water continue to flow – albeit in minute amounts.
The longer she did this the stronger the flow of water.
And, the longer she did this the stronger the flow of electricity through the wires attached to her nipples.
From African Agony, by JJ Argus.
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Just reading this gets my juices flowing!