"That's fucked up!"

The mans cock pulls out of your ass with such speed that its almost as big a shock as it being hammered in. His words scarcely break and follow straight on with.

"I thought you'd like it a little rough but wanting it to really hurt, for it not to be nice at all. Girl, you're messed up. I don't want no part of that. Shit. Your mouth and ass were so damn good too. Why'd I always get the crazies!"

The Lord has given you this mission and the man is walking away from you. You failed to receive a man on your face and now you're failing to receive one in your behind. You can't let him leave. You must convince him to continue using your ass as before.

"Wait! It's not like that. You said yourself I'm a flagellant. I've got to feel the hurt. I've been commanded to feel anal agony."

"What? Commanded? Is there somebody in there with you? Are you being **** to do this? Shit. I 'aint standing for this, we'll end up with cops crawling over the place."

He replies, seconds later you hear the door go and some shouting in the corridor. You stand waiting for the next man to enter the booth but nothing comes. You straighten you habit and hear fumbling and scratching at the door. Mumbling words of "its jammed." You stand in front of the screen terrified on what is going to happen next.

The door bursts open and a group of men seem to follow through the door. You shriek and they pause. Their eyes darting around the tiny booth looking for some domineering man forcing you to painfully take men into your butt, them blissfully unaware that you report to a far higher power. A tall thin black man you'd guess in his thirties, and presumably the man who minutes ago was embedded into your butt, says.

"Well there's no one here, but she's really spoiled the mood."

A white guy with scraggly hair and a patchwork beard replies.

"Yeah. Naughty nun outfit though is a little odd. Not seen her before. But she's cute. What should we do with her?"