Hucow Tales - Tiffany at the Fun Farm - Sex Stories

Hucow Tales - Tiffany at the Fun Farm

... tight. It was some kind of suit. He wrapped something around her wrists and tied them together. She could barely balance herself to stay up but when she fell she would get choked by the leash.

He pulled the suit up over her ass and zipped it up down her back. It squeezed into her ribs and she could barely breathe. Fingers untied the string of the hood around her neck. He yanked the hood off and she squinted away from the bright lights in her face. She opened one eye a crack and could see the doctor playing with something in his hands.

The sound of clippers filled the room and he approached her. She tried to move away but the leash was stopping her. He grabbed her head with strong hands and put the vibrating clippers to her forehead. He ran it along her head and thick, long strands of brown hair tumbled to the ground. Tiffany gasped. What was going on in here? She groaned in protest and the doctor smacked her across the head with the hard clippers. Her head stung and she felt wetness dripping down her cheek from where she was hit.

The doctor turned the clippers off and put them away. Tiffany looked down at all of her hair on the cement floor and shook her head slightly. The doctor squeezed the strong smelling goo into his gloved hands and spread it all over her newly shaved scalp. It burned her sensitive skin and Tiffany’s eyes started to water, from the strong chemicals in the goo and from the horrible experience that she was going through.

The doctor came back ...

... with something black and white in his hand. It looked like latex or something. He knelt down in front of her and forced it over her head. It was just as tight as the suit squeezing her body. Her cheek bones and forehead felt like they were going to implode. He forced it down over her face. There was a mouth hole, two small holes for her nostrils and two holes for her eyes. She could barely breathe. She felt like she was being suffocated. She could hear a zipper fastening behind her head and it tightened even more. There was a metal clicking, like a padlock, behind her and then a heavy chunk of metal was resting on the back of her head. The head piece was locked on tight. He went back to his work bench and opened a drawer while Tiffany tried to move her face muscles. She couldn’t. She was frozen in place.

He came back towards her with a red ball gag and a purple pill. He held the pill up to her face. “I don’t like the Fun Farm pills,” he said, shaking his head. “They work great for transformations but they make you forget. I want you to remember everything.” Tiffany tasted latex gloves as he shoved the pill into her mouth and down her throat. He made sure she had swallowed it.

He held up the red ball gag. “Open up,” he ordered. Tiffany moved her head to the side, trying to get away. He slapped her across the face. “Open,” he ordered again. She shook her head violently so he kicked her in the ribs. Hard.

“Last time,” he hissed at her, “or you’ll really regret it. Now ...