The pain was strong enough to catch her off guard. There was a pause, and then her thighs and the soles of her feet suffered a similarly painful burst of electricity. Still reeling, Casey was caught completely by surprise. Then her tits and asscheeks took a jolt. A break, then her tits and belly. One more empty moment, and her vaginal dildo and the shock pads over her mound delivered an excruciating shock. The machine continued delivering strong electric shocks at a steady rate, randomly target two body parts at a time. Casey silently screamed. Derrick moved on. First, he grabbed a blindfold and placed it over Casey’s eyes. A pair of wireless earbuds came next. He inserted them into her ears, then covered those ears with a pair of heavy duty ear muffs. He waved to one of the men in the back, and a few moments later the earbuds sprang to life, filling Casey’s ears with the obscene sounds of a vibrator held against wet flesh, heavy feminine moaning, and the occasional meaty smack. Finally, for the final touch, Derrick bent down and picked up a tiny glass jar. It was full of a special cream, an irritant carefully tailored for a very specific part of the body. Derrick snapped on a plastic glove, opened the jar, gouged Indian Girls Fucking out a small dollop, and delicately spread a thick creamy coat over Casey’s clitoris. It didn’t take long for it to aunty kick in. It felt like itching and burning all at once, like poison ivy and stinging nettle mixed indian together and intensified beyond the worst rash in the world. Her incredibly sensitive nub motionlessly writhed under the inescapable torture as Derrick, smiling politely, stood up and put the cream away. He threw away the used glove as well. Derrick bent over and tenderly kissed Casey’s forehead. He patted her shoulder, then said, “Have fun, Rose. I’ll see you later. Just shout if you need anything, okay?” Casey’s mouth wordlessly begged for mercy. Derrick gave her one last shoulder rub, then stood up. He walked away. Each heavy stomp of his boots grew fainter and fainter as he left the room. Soon there was nothing but silence and the heavy, inescapable presence of the cameras. Inside her head, Casey was completely overwhelmed. There was too much to focus on, too many aches and agonies for her tamil mind to actually pay attention to one thing. The pain covered her like an ocean full of water. Mixed together, completely inescapable, a solid wall of torture that pressed down on Casey from all sides. Her body ached. Her legs, back, knees. Her muscles strained to hold her pseudo-hogtie. Her breasts hurt most of all, for they had been tightly bound and pressed down against the table for so long that Casey knew she would have been in danger if she wasn’t inside an artificial body. But she was in a Plugin-Play, desi and the pure, undiluted suffering that radiated from her tortured tits was breathtaking. Even that, as bad as it was, did not compare to the torture her pussy and asshole were being put through. Her holes were stretched to the max, forced to hold a pair of toys so large her body insisted that she wasn’t physically capable of holding them. They filled her beyond anything she had ever felt. Expect that wasn’t entirely true, because the water within her stomach and bowels filled her beyond anything she had ever felt. The only thing missing from the set was the ice, since we rarely filled the container, unless entertaining. I spread my legs and lowered myself down; letting out a few moans and ‘ooh’s and ‘arrghs’ and ‘yes’’s’ aunty on the way down. She said she must have heard us fucking the second time as her room was next to her mum's, and come downstairs for some sleep. As we finished unpacking, I was both hungry and tired. Later we all sat on the couch together and went through all of the pics that mom took of the night before and we picked all of the best ones we had. “I know I should wait for marriage, but... Will complained about not feeling 100% and Maddie poked him in the gut with her lightening fast reflexes, “Not getting food poisoning on the first day, are you?” It was incredible. I got dressed as quick as lightening Indian Girls Fucking It felt magical. “Doesn’t it feel like tamil we’re escalating things quickly?” I objected mildly. The shaft was hard like a basball bat. Wow I thought; the people at the airport and on the plane are going have an entertaining time. “Interceptor on our tail. Her mouth opened and he saw his cum on her tongue, which was probably the most awesome part of this entire episode. He flicked the whip toward Rev and Rev ducked behind the stone trough. “First indian place is a new special edition .30-.30 lever action carbine from Winchester. How was I going to turn this into sex? I know it hurts but I really don't care. She was forced forward and screamed from the pain in her ass. I went ahead and stripped, but not down to the nude. Another weight joined the first. A pretty dog, one she thought could be a friend. “It’s ok, Tammy. I don't hurt them, I don't rape them, I dont drug them. It was incredible. We’re desi just visiting, and I’d love to get to know some of the locals. Hopefully she’ll stop soon.” Mom looked so happy. It was dumb and I… I don’t want to … have done it. hurt for long." I can barely get past his head.." And they all looked at me, not with accusation, or with reverence, but with blank eyes, dispassionate eyes, dead eyes. My people reasonably healed and prepared for travel. But this time she was topless.