Impale me in every way.

I felt like I should have shuddered as Mark said it, but I couldn't, my body was forbidden it. Donald smiled and looked at Anton. I could now barely move my eyes so couldn't see his response.

Donald pointed, and I heard footsteps, but still, I was frozen. Frozen from **** and chemicals, frozen in a state of constant passion.

Anton came back into my field of vision with a box. It was as wide as his arms would reach and almost as deep. He placed it on my crotch, and both he and Donald laughed.

They stopped there, and they paused, my mind desiring more. They teased me with their pause and had a drink. Anton asked how much this might hurt me, and he replied, "There will be limited permeant damage."

I wanted to cum, I thought I shuddered, but my body refused. When they came back to me, they opened the plastic crate. With tentative hands, they pulled out long lengths of what looked like vines. Down the entire length, there were spines, needles half the length of my finger. I knew what they intended and breathed a moan. To my surprise, they turned to look at me. Donald smiled, "We should hurry. She is starting to feel again."

I shuddered and felt my body move sluggishly. The smile on Donald's face broadened. "She will feel all of this," he declared.

Quickly they pulled out the vines and started to wrap me in them. I was manhandled and rolled over as these vines wrapped around me. I could feel their spines digging into me, and every moment the pain intensified. They took particular pleasure in wrapping my chest and thighs.

I could feel everything, every spine, but I could not react. Every penetration felt like an intimate experience, yet I could do nothing. They tied my legs apart, mercilessly pulling them away. They strapped the vines close to my skin, each tine stabbing in pleasurable ****.

As I started to be able to move slightly, I could look down to see these ropes binding my chest. Each thorn was only half visible, the other half embedded in my flesh. I groaned an unintelligible word. It was intended to be 'More,' but came out of my paralysed throat as 'Maw'.

They rolled me over onto my stomach, and I audibly moaned as the spines drove home, deeply penetrating the soft flesh of my tits and belly. My legs were still splayed, tied against my arse and spread, and Donald took up a position at my cunt. "You know," he said to Mark, "if we start fucking her, those thorns will break off in her flesh." I heard Mark moan and noted the tone of his cumming. "She'll need to stay here for a couple of days so I can make sure there is no permanent damage."

My boyfriend moaned again, and I heard him say, "As long as she comes back to me."

I felt myself shudder, and Donald laughed, "She likes that," he said before putting one hand on my back between my shoulder blades. As he balanced his weight there, I felt the thorns dig deeper, and this time, I did cum. Shuddering over nothing as I felt Donald pushing at my cunt.

"I think she likes this," Donald said. I tried to nod, but my body betrayed me. "You know I'm going to fuck her up, right?" he asked.

Mark shuddered, and the unnamed woman exclaimed, "He's cumming in me; he's fucking cumming over you, mutilating his girlfriend."

Mark's moan became louder, and I **** a word out of my mouth. "Yes," I groaned in an inhuman tone.

Donald smiled and leant down to my ear as he pushed into me. He leaned against the plant's spines, driving them deeper even as they bit into his flesh. "You want me to fuck you up?" he asked.

I felt myself cum around his cock, and he shuddered. "I think she can feel all of this and wants more," he roared before leaning back.

With some effort, I **** myself to nod. Mark shuddered and came again as the unknown woman squealed. Donald smiled, "You don't know how happy you have made me," he said.

I felt myself shuddering under his weight, under his passionate embrace. He was going to fuck me up, and I would love every moment.

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