He wants to enjoy your bum

Worm seems to consider your pleas. After a moment he motion for you to come closer to the bars. As you lean against them he suddenly leaps up and grabs both of your hard, cummy nipples, twisting them roughly and causing you to cry out in pain. The men and beasts in the other cages answer your cry with excited jeers.

"Turn!" commands Worm. "Ass on bars!"

You are still hypnotized to obey his command. You immediately turn and bend forward, offering the soft, pale onion of your bum to your munchkin master. You press back until your flesh collides with the cold metal of the bars. Worm immediately smacks you and giggles at the sight of your jiggling arseflesh. He smacks you repeatedly in this way, slaps ringing through the cells until your bum is burning, red, and warm.

"Spread," commands worm. "Ass."

You lean forward, your burning buns stuck to the bars for a moment, then back, so that your bum is positioned with a cheek just wither side of your crack. Thrusting back against the bars spreads your crack open, exposing the clenched wrinkle of your arsehole to your vampling master's lecherous gaze.

"MMmmmm good," he moans. His dripping tongue dives between your cheeks and the randy runt proceeds to tongue your pucker until you are squirming. He gives your arse a good bath, moaning and smacking his lips against your cheeks. The pointed tip of his tongue teases around the rim of your arsehole before forcing entry and sliding up your quivering bum.

Despite the humiliating depravity of the wee wierdling eating your ass, you find yourself enjoying it. You moan and cradle your cummy tits, your thumbs teasing your nipples as Worm makes disgusting slurping sounds and drives his tongue as far as he can up your hole. You gradually slide your fingers to your cunt and begin strumming your straining clit, the slobbering arselicking melting into the dripping quim fiddling until you are a gooey mess of pleasure on the brink of orgasm. Of course Worm picks that moment to slide his tongue out of your bum and smack your burning cheeks with both hands.

"Lower!" he shouts. "Fuck now!"

You obediently squat low, sliding your ass down from his face level until it is aligned with his groin and the purple thumb of a prick sticking up from it. The position is very uncomfortable for you, but you suspect the chaun does not care at all. He grabs your ass so hard his clas draw blood. You yelp in surprised pain as he unceremoniously jams his cock into your well-tongued arse. Even clenched in shock his willy slides up your worked bum with little resistance.

"Ohhhh fuck," you groan as he begins feverishly fucking your arse. Worm laughs at your moan of pleasure and your fingers resume their steady strumming on your hard little bud. You can tell by the grunting and furious thrusting that Worm will not last long with his cock pounding your rosebud. You strum so fast sweat and the jailer's cum is flying from your tits as they jiggle beneath you. Your orgasm spikes and your throw back your head, sweaty hair flipping against your back with a thump, you cry out as the fire shoots through you.

The clenching of your little arse drives your master over his own limit. He squeals with delight, slapping against you, pounding your hole in a frenzy until you feel him twitch. As your orgasmic contractions ripple through you, Worm's cum boils into your depths until you feel full of his spunk. He quickly pops his cock from your arse and with a wet slurp his thick, slippery load spills out of your raw pucker and drips in a puddle onto the floor. You clench several times as the goop drains from your arse.

Gasping, drenched in sweat, you are finally allowed to stand up by Worm. He pats your blushing bum and smiles up at you with his mouthful of needle teeth.

"Good pet."

The jail door bangs open and the jailer waddles over to your cell. Worm steps aside so the huge jailer can come over. He has a clamp-like metal device on the end of a long pole.

"Ello, love-a-ly," he says and spits a gob onto the floor. "Time fer yer bath."

He snaps the clamp open and closed and holds jangling cell keys in one hand.

"Yegonna go nicely or fight?"

Worm could simply command you, but he is either too dim to give the order or he wants to watch you choose submission. He stands aside completely, leaving it to the jailer to deal with you.