He would rather feed you his cum

"Nahhh." he laughs as you lick the swollen lolly of his cockhead. "Ye get both hands on 'im an' open wide."

You wank his warty willy with both hands, foreskin sliding back and forth on his swollen purple glans, your mouth opened wide and tongue out for his load. Your face upturned beneath the drizzling pre-jizz spilling south with every stroke of his shaft. The oily liquid runs steadily down your throat and decorates your cheeks like teardrops. His hairy balls are drawn up tight against the fat root of his fuckmeat. You know he'll burst any second and spray you down with his hot cum.

"Lemme," interrupts the jailer as he reaches a hand through the bars and shoves yours away. He wraps his cock in his fat, hairy fist and wanks it for you, jerking faster and rougher than you dared. He angles his cock down and presses the head against your tongue so that it's nearly shoved into your mouth. Precum flows steadily into your mouth at this angle.

The jailer sweats and grunts and wheezes as he wanks himself into your mouth. His huge belly jiggles against the bars. He has his tongue out and drool drops down his chin.

"Aaaaawwwwww!" he cries. "'ere it is love-a-ly. Clamp those kissers on 'im now."

You close your lips on the head of the jailer's cock and hollow your cheeks just in time to receive a massive eruption of hot spunk straight to the back of your throat. Spluttering, there is no time to recover. The jailer's jerking fist beats from the root to the head of his cock, hitting your lips hard enough to hurt with each stroke. And with each stroke you feel his massive meatpole thrash and launch another boiling blast of bollock sauce into your mouth. You're quickly drowning in his cum, trying to swallow, **** and spit all at the same time.

"Aww haw haw!" he laughs, still blasting your mouth with his pumping gravy. "Don' miss a drop!"

The foul soup is in your windpipe, gulping into your belly and somehow in your sinuses and pouring out of both nostrils. You try to come up for air, but the jailer holds your head in place, finishing himself into your mouth until the last throbs deposit sticky lumps against your tongue. He makes you clean him even as you are still **** and unable to see through your watery eyes, your tongue mopping up his spunk and licky his foul-smelling and fouler-tasting bollocks until the settle back into a low hang.

Your face from the nose down is covered in spunk and it has dripped off your mouth and onto your chest and your legs. You are absolutely filthy and your belly, sloshing with the jailer's seed, still feels like it might upend all over the floor. You swallow back the rising nausea and smile up at the brute.

The door opens behind the jailer, out of your sight, and you hear a voice that sends a chill down your spine.

"Very good," says Alyssa. "I see my simpleton jailer has given you something to drink. How generous of him. Stand her up for us, Gorgo. Let her master see."

"Ya Misstrussss," answers the jailer. He yanks you to your feet by your hair and then releases you. He steps aside. You dare not wipe the spunk from your mouth and chin. You let it continue to drip down over your tits. Your face burns with humiliation as Alyssa steps up to the bars to inspect. You realize Worm is there as well, staring at your glazed chest and face with great interest.

"Oh my, Gorgo, she is a mess. She must be quite a glutton."

The jailer nods his agreement and smiles his rotten grin at you. Your face only burns hotter with humiliation.

"What a filthy cum slut. She'll need to be cleaned before I'll touch her. Go heat the cauldron."

"Ya mistruss!" Gorgo hitches up his sagging trousers and waddles off.

When he is gone, Alyssa motions for you to come closer and faces you through the bars. She is even more beautiful and elegant than before, her pale eyes boring into you with ease. Worm stands at her side, his horrid little face grinning up at you as he leers at your naked, sweat-damp flesh.

"I am glad to find you eager to please my jailer," she says. "Gorgo is, of course, paid in services. He takes good care of my menagerie. All sorts of interesting things in my collection. Soon enough you will get to meet some of them."

Alyssa sees the horrified look on your face and her lips tighten into a cruel smile. "For my entertainment of course. But, I am so rude, your master has returned. I will leave you in his able hands until Gorgo has prepared your bath."

She departs slowly and elegantly from the filthy dungeon, leaving you standing on the other side of the bars facing Worm. He looks up at you with a fangy grin.

"Please..." you beg him, feeling tired and pathetic. "Please, get me out of here."