1. The World Is Her Oyster


    Date: 5/24/2024, Categories: Fiction Bondage and restriction Cum Swallowing Extreme, Non-consensual sex Torture, Author: Krombomich, Source: sexstories.com 

    ... vaping now? What is wrong with you, Olivia!?”

“Mom I’m not...” Olivia’s mom won the tug of war with the wand because her daughter’s hands let go of the stick to cover her mouth. The putrid taste was so disorienting, it took her a moment to realize it came from the quantum link she created. Josh said he didn’t jerk off all week but did he ever wash his genitals in that time? And that was before the oily liquid began splashing against her tongue.

The lumpy anchovy smoothie instantly made Olivia gag. She expected having to deal with a tablespoon, at most, but her mouth was filling so quickly, her cheeks were already starting to bulge. Neighbors and acquaintances from the front and back rows were now staring at her because of the commotion. Swallowing was the second-to-last thing she wanted to do right now, but the last thing she wanted was to disgorge a mouthful of semen while everyone watched.

Gulp

. Pushing that testicle juice down her throat was punishing in its taste and quantity. Olivia forced her best good-girl smile, but before she could tell everyone she was alright and come up with a lie for her mom, her mouth was full of sperm again.

Something was wrong, she knew that now. Josh was a prankster but not when he was horny. She lunged for the wand across her mother’s lap who accidentally dropped it in the aisle. It rolled in an arc until it found the crushing sole of a collection plate bearer. The blue light turned off but based on the constant, ...
    ... pungent squirts against Olivia’s tongue, that was because the wand was broken in half and not because the quantum link had been severed.

Gulp

. There was a number to call for emergencies.

Gulp

. It was printed on the box and in the instruction booklet.

Gulp.

They were at the bottom of a downtown garbage can.

Gulp

. Or on their way to the dump depending on the pick-up schedule.

Gulp

.

Meanwhile...

“That’s only half of the output we expected from waste tank 1234,” said one man in a hazmat suit to another as they watched a stream of their customers’ jizz from the observation platform in the building-size silo.

“Did you lock the pairing code like we did for tanks 1111, 2222, 3333, and 4444?”

“Duh! I mean, it’s technically possible that someone entered that code at the exact same time we locked it, causing two quantum locations to share the default dumping coordinates. But who would be stupid enough to use such a basic code and unlucky enough to use it within a millisecond of our activation? It’s way more likely that sales are down or that people are finally using the technology for its intended purpose.”

“Yeah, good news for us. It will take this tank three years to fill up completely instead of the projected six.”

“Let’s get out of here, even with the suit on I can’t stand being anywhere near this nastiness.”

“Tell me about it. The smell even gets through the respirator. Imagine being a girl and swallowing a spoonful of that ...
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