Trisha Krishnan Smooth Ass Fucked

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“Don’t fight it, my sweet pet pussy cat,” Dr. Gadget said.
Her eyes popped open. His voice wasn’t over the speakers, but right next
to her. She opened her eyes and found him gloating over her. He still wore
all black and the hat, but also a black mask. He caressed her small tits, then began rolling the nipples between his fingers. She closed her
eyes and groaned again, just as the second dildo reached her rump.
“Oh, no, not that,” she begged. “Anything but that.”
Gadget said nothing, then leaned over her body and sucked her left nipple
into his mouth and started sucking hard. A tremble washed over her body it
felt so wonderful.
The second dildo vibrated between her silky smooth, brown butt-cheeks, and
quickly pressed up against her puckered and clenched sphincter. She fought
that most humiliating of penetrations with all her strength, and the dildo’s
progress was stymied. But Dr. Gadget wouldn’t be denied, and had a plan.
While sucking on her nipple, he send a hand sliding, caressing, down her
Soft flat well toned belly, over her bikini waxed pubic patch, and to her clit. His
touch was firm and knowledgeable. He knew just how much pressure to apply,
and where to apply. And worse, he knew just how to “rub her wild.”
“Uhhh,” Trisha grunted. “Please stop. You don’t understand what you’re
doing to me.”
“Oh, Sweet Puss, I understand completely,” he said.
Suddenly, another climax ripped through her overheated and exhausted body.
Once again, she lost control of her body and screamed with pleasure. In the
brief instant of all consuming pleasure, the second dildo penetrated her
sphincter and pushed in a good four inches. Trisha’s body went instantly
rigid, and she gasped loudly, big brown eyes wide in disbelief.
“Mother of God!”
The two greased up dildos quickly fell into an alternating pumping action.
While one was pushing in, the other was pulling out. It drove her over the
edge again after on a long moment. And with each stroke, the dildos drove
in deeper and deeper, until they were all the way in.
Meanwhile, Dr. Gadget removed the two power braces from her wrists. Then
he removed her FEM belt. Trisha was already too exhausted to get any
help from the belt, since it ran off her body’s energy, so she didn’t feel
the loss of any strength as it was unsnapped and pulled from around her tiny
waist.
Dr. Gadget ran his fingers through her long, silky black hair for a long
moment, then began caressing her soft cheeks. She barely paid him any heed.
His insidious Octo-Pussy-Tamer was all she could think about, and what it
was doing to her helpless and very responsive body.
Fear and sexual stimulation was too much. She felt her body betraying her
once again, and felt that rush to climax surge through her body as he began
to pull off the mask. It gave, and she felt the mask start to peel away
from her face. Her sphincter began to clench around the vibrating dildo, as
did her pussy muscles, then the orgasm exploded deep in her quivering belly.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
Anther soul searing climax ripped through her. She screamed and for the
first time, ground her pussy and ass against the violating dildos to milk
the last ounce of pleasure out of the experience. It was unconscious, and
she didn’t even know she was doing it, but Dr. Gadget noticed and smiled.
“Good night, Trisha krishnan,” he said, and kissed her slightly parted red lips.
“I have to go make arrangements for your disposal.”
Trisha stared up at the non-descript ceiling, panting furiously as
another climax started to build. She knew it was over. That she was
captured and wouldn’t escape her fate. But for the moment, it felt like
heaven between her legs.
<Pussy tamer, indeed,> she thought. <I won’t make it to morning.>
# # #
It took forever for the next morning to arrive. And then another eternity
for Dr. Gadget to arrive. When he came, he brought all of his goons, and
several extra men. She recognized one of them as Rod Dickey, an infamous
pornographer.
Gadget powered off the Octo-Pussy-Tamer. Trisha felt the tentacles
slowly lose power and strength. Gadget’s henchmen seized her, and she was
pulled from the gadget’s grasp and forced to her knees. The rest of her
shredded latex costume was removed, leaving her before them in nothing but
her choker and boots.
.She looked up at him with dazed eyes. Trisha was too exhausted to fight
him.
“I like it,” Rod Dickey said. “It’ll have a nice ring Trisha Krishnan is FEM Fucker.”
“What?” she asked, confused.
“The title of the first porn movie you’ll be making,” Dr. Gadget said,
grinning fiercely.
Zzziiipppp!
Trisha looked up and saw that Rod had pulled his cock out. It was
semi-erect.
“Suck it, slut,” the pornographer demanded.
Without thought, the defeated FEM Fighter crawled up to him and rose up on
her knees. She gingerly took his manhood in both hands and began to suck on
the rubbery head.
“Mmmmmmm,” she groaned in pleasure.
“Ooohhhhh,” Rod answered. “You were right, Dr. Gadget, Trisha is
TAMED.”