The stocks break
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| - | You hear an ominous creaking sound coming from below. You start to mutter "oh no" under your breath really fast as you feel the device holding you slowly | + | You hear an ominous creaking sound coming from below. You start to mutter "oh no" under your breath really fast as you feel the device holding you slowly begin to lean forward. With a loud "SNAP!" you feel the base of the stocks break apart, sending you falling face first onto the ground, right into a puddle of mud created by the water spilled from your bucket. Your head and arms are still trapped in the stupid board. You barely manage to get up, your legs trembling and your vision blurry. You are an absolute mess of half-washed cum and dirt. Every muscle in your body is screaming in pain. You are vaguely aware that the constant rain has loosened the tape over your lips, and it is now covering only a corner of your mouth. When your numbed mind tells you that you can open your mouth at last, you spit out the paper towels. You can still taste them, however; your tongue and lips feel dried and swollen because of them. |
As your vision clear, you can see the exit over in the distance, but it's a long walk home. | As your vision clear, you can see the exit over in the distance, but it's a long walk home. | ||
Current revision as of 19:16, 21 February 2020
Naked and in Pain
You hear an ominous creaking sound coming from below. You start to mutter "oh no" under your breath really fast as you feel the device holding you slowly begin to lean forward. With a loud "SNAP!" you feel the base of the stocks break apart, sending you falling face first onto the ground, right into a puddle of mud created by the water spilled from your bucket. Your head and arms are still trapped in the stupid board. You barely manage to get up, your legs trembling and your vision blurry. You are an absolute mess of half-washed cum and dirt. Every muscle in your body is screaming in pain. You are vaguely aware that the constant rain has loosened the tape over your lips, and it is now covering only a corner of your mouth. When your numbed mind tells you that you can open your mouth at last, you spit out the paper towels. You can still taste them, however; your tongue and lips feel dried and swollen because of them.
As your vision clear, you can see the exit over in the distance, but it's a long walk home.
