1. Mouse Trap


    Date: 5/18/2017, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Masturbation, Author: qudduse, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    out a long, uneven squeal. “Hello Dr. Kaidi. Please refer any further questions to the doctor supervising your procedure.” Her legs pushed against the bonds, trying to separate herself from the machine, but it was in vain. There was no physical way out of this contraption and she knew it. Her eyes began to well up in tears and with a shaken voice, she cried out for help to anyone who may be standing in the halls, but this too was in vain. She writhed in place as the machine mercilessly tenderized her innards. She dug her fingernails into the side of the remote and tried to pry it open. After some nerve-racking struggling, she discovered that the internal damage was much worse than hinted by the exterior. Wires were torn, solder was knocked out of place, and there was a giant crack through the circuit-board. It was apparent that even if she could concentrate enough to fix this, she didn't have the tools to do it. Her shaking paw placed the remote back into her lab coat pocket and she began scouring her pockets for anything that could help her. Pens, pencils, a notepad, and a sound recorder... useless. Tears began to obstruct her vision as she continued to cry out for help. She was already completely out of ideas. She thought the edging was unbearable, but this was so much worse. She felt like her mind was going to split open. “Bessy! H-how long will this c-continue if not interrupted?!” the patronizingly happy voice responded, “Your B-Sat levels are at eighty nine point ...
    three three percent. Standard protocol requires less than zero point five zero percent B-Sat levels to conclude the procedure. Your current rate of B-Sat level decline is zero point zero zero percent per minute. At this rate, it will take ERROR minutes to complete the procedure. The procedure shall run until your B-Sat levels are under zero point five zero percent or until the facility power is completely drained. At this rate, the procedure is due to continue for approximately six hundred twenty eight years, thirty four days, eight hours, thirteen minutes, and thirty seconds, accurate within a fifteen second calibration.” The doctor began to catastrophically lose her constitution. “Let me out of this thing you stupid fucking cunt!” As time passed, the doctor's hope was beginning to dwindle, and she was in too much distress to try to formulate a new plan out. As the frenzied mouse tugged hopelessly at the machine, she heard a hopeful thud coming from the door, and she let out an uneven cry, "HELP!" The distinct beep of a keycard being flashed at the lock echoed through the room, and there appeared the husky officer, with a first aid duffel bag in hand. "O-Officer J-Ja-Jake!" the mouse stammered with just as much relief as embarrassment. "You left your security camera on! Are you okay?!" the blushing officer replied, closing the door behind him and propping it closed with the duffel bag as the rodent squealed, "Turn this thing off!". The husky briskly walked to the holographic ...
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