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symphony of throbbiness.
    “ Karl,” she pleaded. “No. This isn’t –”
    “ Isn’t what? Decent? Polite? No, it’s not. Nothing I do with virgins ever is. I plan to explore every inch of you at leisure, but first I need to do as I said I would, I need to make you come.”
    “ Never!” She shut her eyes to rustle up some resistance despite the never-ending suck , suck, and suck on her breasts.
    “ Never? You intrigue me. You have such knowledge of men’s cocks and yet I sense a lack of knowledge about your own anatomy. To not know what a BOB is...”
    “ What.” She cleared her throat. Ignore that feather-light touch on her thigh, the trickle of moisture from her pussy, and the brush across her clit. “What’s a BOB?”
    “ A battery operated boyfriend. A vibrator used by women to bring themselves pleasure. Like this.”
    The tiny tentacle tip that had been lurking in the vicinity of her clit fastened itself over the top and began to suck in time with the ones at her breasts. If lust could have a solid presence, it was flowing through her now like a river of hot creaminess, all sticky, and sucky, and nice . Like a Devonshire tea and scones but way better. Her mouth parted. Mmm .
    “ A simple feeling, I’m sure, but females of your species seem to like it.”
    She could feel her pussy opening a little more, moisture coming from her, dribbling down her skin, and wetting the chair.
    The strangled noise she made was her attempt to say, no . Her eyelids fluttered halfway down and she twitched, and she found herself pushing her pelvis up from the chair to get more of that exquisite feeling.
    “ But that is nothing. This is what a vibe does.”
    The sucker over her clit sprang into action and down there her clit was grasped and quivered upon, as relentless as a washing machine set on the 1000 rpm spin cycle.
    “ Ohmigod! ” Her eyelids slammed shut and she groaned, possessed by an impending sense of an oncoming unknown something that was surely going...to...be... fucking...damn... Stop, stop, stop.
    Oh hell.
    Go!
    Her muscles locked and she exploded, writhing and gasping, trying in vain to gather enough oxygen to breathe properly while still coming. The tentacles held her in place or she ’d have surely leaped into the air. The suckers pulled at her, drawing her flesh against them, coaxing, fluttering. A last scream took her.
    When she ceased shuddering and dared to look up at Karl, she saw a smirk on his face that she ’d have dearly loved to wipe off with a flamethrower, if only she wasn’t so exhausted.
    After some minutes, when she was sure she hadn ’t died of a heart attack and could hear, breathe, and see the world properly again, she noticed the loud motor noises had stopped. Dangerous Bob and Amber sat cuddling on a padded chair off to the side. The green thing that had replaced his schlong was motoring along quietly, purring.
    Karl rose to his feet and the tentacles slipped away from her. Only one remained to caress her cheek as he walked around the table. He squatted beside her chair and took her limp hand, kissing it. “You were beautiful, Virginia. I assume that was your first?”
    She glowered weakly. Smug bastard. Nowhere on her body had any reserve strength, so she stuck her tongue out at him.
    His gaze fastened onto it. “You are giving me such ideas. Your mouth. Your lovely tongue. Your ass. I’m spoilt for places to play with and explore. And they’re all virgin territory, aren’t they, sweet delicious Virginia? It’s time to visit my sacrifice room.”
    Her eyes sprang wide. “Wait,” she begged huskily. “Don’t I need an appointment? I’m free next Tuesday at two pm. Besides exploring needs preparation doesn’t it? Plans. Lists of stuff for the journey. Torches, energy drinks, sherpas, pack mules...”
    “ Kinky, but I don’t think you can fit all those up there.”
    “ Don’t bet on it. The things I’ve seen women in Thai bars insert up their hoohahs –”
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