His soft touch now running down your ribcage has you nearly paralyzed and your body yearns for more. You fight to regain control and look up at your tormentor. Torch light flickers on his face, the whites of his eyes glow even in the shadows. Dark green and intense, he's looking deep into yours and you feel your little bit of control slipping away.

You try and stand on shaking legs and almost collapse. You reach between your legs a wince when you touch yourself. God you're so tender from that abuse and you laugh because you're soaked to your knees in cum. An arm slides around waist and pulls into a rock hard body. He whispers in your ear “Where do you think your going?” You know it’s Kirt by his Ozzy accent and that alone could melt you into a puddle of goo. He draws the hair from your neck his hot breath making you tingle but when one of his sharp K9’s grasses your skin you gasp for air.