Bring in the pump...

The Man smiled down at you as you squirmed uncomfortably at the thoughts of what this perverted sadist might have in mind next. "So many holes to fill, so many methods...I understand your struggle to pick, so I'll generously help you."

Without taking his intense gaze from you, he gestured to someone, and was brought a 3 foot length of clear plastic hose with a 3 inch diameter and a squeeze bulb pump attached. "Open your mouth, please," he said in a reasonable tone. You quickly shook your head, not even wanting to consider what he was planning. His surprise showed in his tone as he said, "Refusal? After my lesson? I guess I was rushing things, wasn't I?"

He moved towards your feet instead, watching your fearful eyes as he dipped one end of the hose into the glop, then slowly worked the slippery end into your conquered snatch. Placing the other end of the hose in the raunchy liquid, he started languidly squeezing the bulb, and almost disconnectedly fascinated you watched as the swirls of white and yellow gunk oozed it's way towards your tingling quim. Your eyes widened, and your stomach turned as you felt the softly solid chunks and thick fluid start entering your body. The pressure in your abdomen built, until you felt you would burst. The Man quickly yanked out the hose and replaced it with what looked like a plug with a valve. You pushed with your cunt muscles, trying to relieve the pressure, but the plug held firm. He then stuck the hose in your ass, and began pumping more filth up your shit-hole, adding to the pressure you felt below your waist. "UUGGGGHHHHH...GET IT OUT!" you screamed. "I'll do anything, please, just get it out!"

The Man plugged your ass and stood back to admire his work. You could tell every squirm and wiggle of your shiny, wet, cum filled body aroused him immensely. He quickly dropped his pants, pulled out his throbbing cock and climbed above you and began vigorously rubbing it against your sensitive clit. You couldn't believe that even through the uncomfortable fullness, waves of pleasure were still shooting up and down your spine. After each spasm of ecstasy, you would feel the sloshing sludge inside you try and escape harder, increasing the pressure, making every sensation stronger. The Man grunted and moaned against your thrashing body. "Mmmmmmm...I'm afraid...there's only one place...your nasty mess can go...my dear," he panted excitedly. "Beg for your meal, slut...and I'll relieve your discomfort!"