Pain And Plans

Sarah comes to the next day wishing to god that she died. Smelling like something from a fish factory,aching from head to toe, her pussy and ass burning in pain,each time her legs moved. Looking around was the only thing that did hurt her, Seeing an ice chest with ice bags within reach, hurting just trying to move her arms, grasping two bags bringing them to her swollen pussy!

Positioning them for maximum relief, she barely notices when Sam coms into the room "Well, well, well the buttfucker herself had decided to rejoin us has she?"

Sarah shivers at the sound of his voice. Her lips barely move, the jaws under then to sore to part,a tongue barely able to move from the bottom of your mouth, remain silent. All she could do was glare at him.

"Oh what now?" glaring back at her "The silent treatment from you or is it you can talk without a lube job from another cock?" snorting at her "Next time think about what you use that diildo for!

For the next two months Sarah slowly recovers,her pussy and ass almost back to normal, multiple plans formed and worked out in her mind for her revenge. Each passing day the mantra "Soon asshole it's you who's going to need recovery!" comes to mind when you first wake up!