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Click hereAndrea smirked, turning to face the girl before taking a step towards her. "Sure," she said, holding her cock, "If you drink it from here. Your choice."
Brittany made a face as if she'd just sucked all of the sour out of a Cry Baby extra tears sour candy, but didn't get any of the sugary sweetness. "No, I'm good."
Andrea laughed, turning away again. "Guess you're not that thirsty, then! Come on, let's go."
The blonde followed Andrea out, and she wasn't surprised when the woman leads her into the back yard through the glass sliding door. "This is ridiculous," she muttered, as Andrea unzipped pig suit's crotch.
"Go on. Take care of business, and make sure to get it all out. I don't want to have to bring you out here again in thirty minutes."
Andrea's massive dog came running in excitement, almost barrelling into Brittany at a sliding stop. His tongue slobbered all over her face despite her attempts at shielding the barrage with her hand-stump.
"Pestilence," She tried to force firmness in her voice but couldn't stop laughing. "Stop it, boy!"
Once Pestilence turned his attention to Andrea, showering her with affection instead, Brittany looked up at her captor with a questioning, horrified look. "Andrea, you wouldn't... make him...?"
The question was puzzling and as she pat the dog's head, Andrea looked down at her pig pet in confusion. Then it dawned on her. "Christ, no! What kind of pervert are you?" She playfully kicked Brittany in the pussy, making the girl yelp. After a few seconds, she laughed and whispered to herself: "Thanks for giving me another idea to punish you, though..."
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 3 years agoBeautiful story, beautifully narrated and absolute creativity in every humiliation method. Love the nastiness and the degradation in it. Continue this story and don't listen to those who have a PHD in how heat leaves the fucking body.
Lovetoiletabout 3 years agoAuthorHi Whackdoodle! Thanks for the information. I didn't think that far into it.
Whackdoodleabout 3 years agoThe problem is the person wearing that suit would die of heat stroke.
Latex doesn’t shed heat very well and it would block the body from cooling off. As a result, the person wearing it, especially when dehydrated, will die.
Not might. Not possibly. Will.
Now, if killing the wearer is your intention, that’s fine. Whatever. It’s a story and I don’t care if you carve them up on national television and serve them on a bun which but physiology doesn’t change. So if they’re wearing a suit that is skintight and impervious, they will die.
