Worm wants to be entertained

Worm answers your pleas by reaching a scrawny arm through the bars and smacking a clawed hand across your bum. The blow echoes in the dungeon and you cry out lightly in surprise. The message is clear: you're a **** now and this is where you belong.

"Finger," says Worm, jabbing a finger in the direction of your creamed quim. "Make cum."

Though you are humiliated by your **** obedience to the little wretch's commands, this order at least is one you are happy to obey. The rough fucking by the jailer has left your fanny raw and dripping with gobs of churned spunk. You lean back and part your thighs, reaching down to your filthy fuckslit and sliding your fingers over the gooey folds. Worm watches intently, his little willy already sticking out like a thumb from between his legs.

Stroking your lips produces a wet slurping sound. Your fingertips find your straining clit and you strum the exposed bud with great eagerness.

"Aw fuck," you moan, working your hips against your hand. You quickly get a rhythm going, fucking your stiffened fingers with your clit, rubbing against your hand as the Gorgo's goop continues to spill from your stretched lovetunnel. Leaning forward, hunching your hips, your big tits sway with each thrust of your hand. You can feel your pleasure growing. The raunchy sound of your fingers at work and your jiggling tits further excite Worm and he reaches through the bars and grabs both of your fat nipples, twisting and tugging on them as you finger your clit.

"Cumming!" you cry. Worm squeals with delight as you throw back your head, crimson locks over one eye, sweat-dewed lips part as you moan with pleasure. Your clit is like an open wound of pleasure the sensation is so intense. It radiates up your body and deep into your loins as you buck and sway, Worm's violent yanks on your swaying milkmeat adding to your pleasure. "Ahhhhhhhh!"

You work through the orgasm, exhausted by the full-body spasms, your legs give out and you drop to the filthy floor of the cell. You continue to caress your messy quim, a pool of leaked fluids sticky beneath you.

"Give mouth," says Worm.

You are exhausted, but obey, leaning your face towards the bars and ovalling your full lips to provide a warm, inviting socket for your master's little cock. He presses it into your mouth and groans as his cock stabs across your tongue. You tighten your lips and lightly suck as he reaches through the bars with both hands and grabs your sweaty hair. Worm uses the leverage to pull your face tight against the bars and jam his little jizz pump in and out of your welcoming mouth.

You close your eyes so you do not have to stare at the vampling's speckled potbelly as he fucks your mouth. Where as you once might have felt guilty about being so humiliatingly abused by such a low monster, now you feel only defeat. You even curl your tongue and caress his drooling glans as his cock slides in and out of your mouth. His precum paints your tongue and oozes down the back of your throat, salty and oily.

"AAAa goood!" cries Worm and his pumping spunk knob shoots off into your mouth. A torrent of vile goo squirts from his bollocks, basting the inside of your mouth and forcing you to swallow his flowing cumload. Each pump of his prick is accompanied by a high-pitched squeal and another thrust between your lips that causes the shooting shaft to twitch. Your throat goes all tacky from all the cum and you struggle to breathe.

Finally, Worm withdraws his wilting wanknub from your mouth trailing a strand of spunk to your lips. He pats your head and smiles down 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.

"Awn yer feet, 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.