More Torment

Hayley was in hell. It felt like there was a swarm of fleas crawling on her tongue, all over her breasts, and up her rectum. She squirmed in her seat and tried to scrape her tongue with her upper teeth, but nothing helped.

The room had no windows or clocks, and Hayley had no way to track time, and she had no idea how long her torment was going on, but she was growing hornier and hornier as well.

Finally, the man returned. As soon as Hayley saw him, she cried out: "PUH-LEASE! Make it stopppp!"

"Just beg me to fuck your mouth, tits, or anus."

"Nooo! Oh god! Why? Why me?"

"Agent Carter," said the man. "Why not? It could be worse. Remember these?"

The two female servants rolled in a cart with a video monitor hooked up to a tablet. They plugged it in and turned it on.

Hayley, still squirming and fighting her discomfort and arousal, watched as she saw Kristen Stewart in a tan pant suit on the red carpet. She wet herself and felt to her knees moaning and her eyes rolling back. Next was a cell phone video of Megan Thee Stallion fucking herself up the ass with the end of her microphone until some security and others ran on stage to stop her, and finally cell phone video of Olivia Rodrigo masturbating in a coffee shop until police show up and arrest her.

"See, at least that wasn't you...or could it be?" asked the man.

"Please! Just let me gooooo!"

"Just beg me to fuck your mouth, tits, or ass," said the man, staring at his fingernails as if he was bored.