Slug stuffed from both ends.

As I lay there, unable to move, Donald dangled the slug in front of my mouth. “Once you have this, everything, and I mean everything, will feel pleasurable,” he said. I **** my mouth open as I felt the woman playing with my cunt, her fingers were warm, but the slug wasn’t.

With my mouth, open, Donald lowered the slug into my open mouth. It’s taste was metallic and bitter, and I felt it squirming there, trying to find a way out. I hadn’t realised they were live and that thought aroused me even more. As the woman continued to try and coax the slug into my cunt I tried to swallow, but my muscled still limited me. I felt is slide a little deeper, but it became lodged in the back of my mouth, where my throat began.

Donald smiled and quickly helped me, tilting my head back before forcing his cock into my mouth and throat. I felt is squirm before it squashed, and his big black cock head pushed most of it down. His balls pressed against my forehead, sinking his whole length into my mouth and throat. Then he pulled back. Little remnant pieces of the slug still stuck to his cock I wanted to beg him to let me suck him clean, but all that came out was a half-choked forceful “Please.”

As he grabbed a second one I watched Mark swallow one of the balls of what was apparently toad skin. He gagged and shuddered. Anton, in the meantime, just refused. “Nope, this thing stinks. I’m not swallowing this.”

I heard Sharna cluck her tongue at him as my cunt spasmed around the first slug. I could no longer feel the cold outside my cunt and realised I had been stuffed with one. With two more to go. “Well,” Sharna said, “I normally don’t do any of this creature shit. But, if you are a good boy and swallow that bit of toad, I will give you the best blowie of your life,” she said to him before turning to Donald. “You still have that concoction, right?”

Donald laughed as he fed a second slug into my mouth. “Which one,” then he seemed to realise, “Oh the jelly, yeah, in the fridge.”

Anton frowned as Donald again **** the slug down my throat with his cock. “What do you mean, jelly?”

“The pulp of a jelly fish that causes muscle tissue to spasm. You know, like the muscles in a throat, Sharna’s throat,” he said as he pulled back.

The unnamed black woman had started pushing the second of the slugs into my cunt as I looked up at Don’s filthy cock. “Please, let me taste,” I said with difficulty.

Donald smiled and placed his cock gently in my mouth, letting me run my tongue around him tasting the horrible dead creature. In the meantime, Mark moaned, “Woah, I feel strange,” he said, “And my cock is so fucking hard.”

Donald laughed. “Yeah, the toad is working,” he said, taking the third ball and swallowing it whole.

As he pulled away, I struggled with a deep breath, “Let me swallow the next one,” I said with difficulty. It was getting easier to breathe and talk, but still took some effort.

Donald took the next slug and slowly lowered it to my lips, where I sucked it into my mouth like a slimy piece of spaghetti. Then I opened my mouth and let him and Mark watch as I swallowed. My throat opened like a trapdoor, engulfing it and dragging it down into my stomach.

“Second one’s in,” the unnamed black woman said. “Once the third one is there, someone can mash them up for the little slut.”

Mark laughed, “Like a fleshy mortar and pestle.”

As Donald lowered the final slug to my lips, I had an idea. I sucked it in fiercely into my mouth before mashing its squirming form between my teeth. Grinding it into a pulp, letting people watch as I chewed on its disgusting flesh. “So, how long before this starts to work?” I asked Donald, around a mouthful of my slug flesh. Speaking was still a struggle, but it was getting easier.

He smiled and reached down, squeezing the pincers still around my nipple. It hurt but was more pleasurable than painful as the pincers cut further into my nipple. “Oh God, yes, please. More.”

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