Chapter 6 - Suck-A-Thon
Ursula popped in the second video.
Blindfolded, squatting side by side, wearing only black high heels, Tiffany
and Joy gave head, hands and mouths wrapped around thick male organs. As soon as
one male organ emptied itself and was licked clean, another replaced it.
The camera pulled back. Tiffany and Joy's bobbing heads were surrounded by
masked men armed with electric prods. Miki explained the simple rules.
"Our two japayuki mouth whores are having a little contest. The first one to
do three hundred men wins. If one of our dick lickers stops before she reaches
the three hundred mark, she's worked over with electric prods. A whore has to do
the full three hundred to win. If she gives up before then, she's automatically
worked over, so it's possible to have two losers and no winners! Our
fear-trained knob jobbers are powerfully motivated to keep on slurping up pecker
scum as long as they can."
Miki smirked.
"As you can tell by their red little bums, they have received what the
salesman call a free sample. Let's have a little flashback."
The next shot was of a lovely, blindfolded Tiffany looking surprised and
apprehensive as the prod was rested against her bare buttock. She obviously had
no clue as to what the prod was. Surprise turned to shock and horror as the prod
crackled and snapped. Tiffany was catapulted across the floor, screaming
hysterically, grabbing her burning buns with both hands.
Joy joined her, shreiking and writhing on the floor, trying desperately to
massage the agony out of her painfully spasming gluteal muscles.
Back in the present, Tiffany seemed a bit more talented as a mouth whore
than Joy. The large black dick she had her lips wrapped around pumped generous
squirts of man milk down her gulping throat. She ran her finger along the
underside of the dick to squeeze out the last drops of goodness and licked it
off. Her slightly swollen lips were given a few sips of water and then the next
monster sausage was fed to her. In the belief that their viewers identified with
the rapists, the Yakuza had a multi-cultural squad of Rape Warriors. The only
thing they had in common was a thick sausage and awesome stamina. Black, brown,
white or yellow, the Rape Warriors all got a chance to blow a load down a
gulping throat and come back for seconds with their trusty over-size swords.
Ursula, nonchalantly sharing popcorn with her brother, had a question.
"Do you think those rich bitches are stupid enough to think that it is
actually possible to blow three hundred men?"
"Definitely!"
Joy was the first give up. She vomited hard, yorking up an amazing quantity
of oyster juice. Ursula frantically renewed her dick gobbling as she listened to
Joy scream over and over and over, higher and higher as the prods snapped and
crackled evilly. Poor shreiking Joy's wildly spasming nude body was worked over
until she was frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog, blood and snot running
freely from her nose, her glistening naked body flushing brick-red as her blood
pressure rocketted.
Suddenly, inevitably, Tiffany turned pale. She yorked up an overflowing
tummyful of oyster juice and it was her turn to shreik, writhe and froth at the
mouth for the cameras.
