It had been three days. He had been conscious, AWAKE, throughout; the d**gs had seen to it. That cocktail that cruelly maintiained his catatonic, paralyzed, yet hyperaware and hypersensitive state. The first dose, administered before his "massage" began, he was unaware of. He lay on the table and waited for his massage to start. Nothing. Minutes passed. He did not consider it - he had not tried to move. Then he felt it - the worst thing in the world. The soles of his feet. She was... tickling them. His brain and nervous sytem… 続きを読む

Megan noticed the lamp hidden behind a stone as she studied the tomb, after the rest of the party had moved on. “Cute gimmick,” she thought, rolling her eyes. She picked it up and she felt the faintest vibration. Looking it over, she pondered “What WOULD I wish for, if it were real?” After a few seconds she chuckled to herself, rubbed the lamp and quietly chuckled, “I wish I had a cock for a day.” “YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND.” The hideous Genie laughed at a speechless Megan. “But bear in mind, my c***d, I am a Genie of my own will. I shall grant you a male member for a day, but that is all… 続きを読む

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