LaaGLG Stephanie/You get a sausage - the cooked kind - but you get it up your ass
From Create Your Own Story
The boy - whose nametage reads Jerry - turns from you for a moment. You turn, ready to run, but end up pushed up against the wall, face-first.
"I knew you were just a tease. Prancing around showing everything to everyone, your nipples hard as rocks," he jeers, reaching around to twist your left nipple hard.
"Ow!" you cry out, and he pinches it before pulling on it.
"Admit it, you like it. You probably wanted a guy to grab you and throw you up against the wall like this. You dreamed of him shoving his thick dick up your filthy little cunt, supposedly forcing you. All the while you're silently cheering him on to fuck you harder and harder. Isn't that right?" he demands, giving another hard tug on your solid nipple, pulling it a little further through the mesh top.
"Y-yes sir," you agree with a nod, figuring it's safest to just play along. "That's exactly right."
"I knew it!" he crows, and releases your nipple.
You reach up to cover the sore breast as you let out a shaky breath. A moment later you feel your sarong being pulled off, and your eyes widen and your mouth opens.
"Chew on this," he says, feeding the nearly sheer fabric of the sarong into your mouth before your can scream or call out.
"Mmmm!" you try to yell, but even if the sarong doesn't do much to cover your privates it does a good job of muffling your voice, especially since he manages to jam the entire thing in. Your cheeks puff out like a chipmunk's, but the worst is how it jabs at the back of your throat, making your breath hitch and causing you to gag a little.
"Now the hands," Jerry says, grabbing both arms and wrenching them behind you. His hands are big enough to hold both wrists in a single hand as the other tears off your mesh top. He has to yank hard to get your nipples out of the mesh, but the swollen pair finally pop loose. With your wrists being so slender it's easy for him to tie your hands behind your back, the mesh wrapping several times around your wrists until he finally lets go. You try to separate your hands but the fabric holds your arms together.
"Now let's punish you," Jerry says, a grin in his voice. The next moment you feel a hot liquid pouring onto you right above the crack in your buttocks.
"Don't worry, it's cooled off since we switched out the old grease from the cookers. This stuff's supposed to be disposed of somewhere. I think it's fitting to use garbage grease on a trashy tramp like you."
You Shudder at the sensation of the hot liquid oozing between your crack, feeling little bits of solid matter travel with it. The next moment, however, you feel something much bigger pressing between your buttocks, and jump with fright.
"I know you want it to be a big hard dick pounding you but I'm going to have to disappoint you. This is punishment, remember?" Jerry reminds you, and the thick item presses against your backside. If Jerry hadn't told you that it wasn't his penis you'd have assumed he was raping you, but whatever it is it still feels like a dick. And a thick one.
"You wanted a foot long, right? I've got one right off the grill."
Realize now that he means to use an actual sausage on your backdoor you try again to get away, but with countertops on both sides, the wall in front of you, and Jerry right behind you can't go anywhere and simply get pushed up against the hard cement wall.
"Quit pretending you don't want this, you cunt. Your legs are spread open waiting for it. I bet you've taken it up the ass before too, even if you are just a litte girl."
For once you don't really want to argue the little girl comment, you just want to find freedom and run away, but he relentless pushes the sausage against your backside, one hand holding one just below the top as he tries to feed it inside of your oiled up backside.
"Damn. You're tight. I mean, I guess it makes sense. You're a kid and you've teased all the time, but I figured you'd done this before. Hmm..."
For a moment he reconsiders his strategy, taking his hands off you. You tense, recognizing your chance.
LaaGLG_Stephanie/Forgetting your bound hands you try to run but are easily caught
