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>Well, I don't have as much time to dedicate to ropes and suspension since school is back in session but I will be sure to make some time.

School. I've made a note of that in my 'stalking book'.

>As for the invention… I happen to quite like how he is thinking of it but he is right; the design doesn't leave much to play with unfortunately. Although, if you plugged up the two lower holes and then squeezed while Bob had hi dick in the poor girl's throat… I can imagine that would be a rather novel way to fuck some one's guts.

Eww.

I mean WTF Sol - you mean something like this:

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Bob laughed as the doors to the machine swung open, and the hapless Sino-European girl whose-probably-going-to=be-called-Luna-to-maintain-the-celestial-theme-as-a-nod-to-my-favourite-fangirl fell to the floor, her face white with shock. Quickly, before she could bleed out internally, Emma dragged her over to Bob and sat on her legs, and made some kind of cruel quip as the readers had come to expect. Then she plugged her holes with some sort of things that I haven't researched yet. As Bob straddled the girl's head, he gazed upon the girl's body and noted with satisfaction that the puncture holes in her tender belly had sealed and cauterized quite well, and only a little juice trickling down her pale flanks gave any clue to the abject ruination they lay within.

As he thrust his manhood deep into the girl's throat, she gagged reflexively, and struggled to eject it with her slick, squirming tongue. This in itself was almost enough to make Bob cum.

"Yay!" cried Kasia in a predictable parody of herself, as she took a happy skip and a jump, landing with both feet on the girl's pale, sexy, abdomen. Due to the muscles there having been mostly souped, it collapsed with a gruesome squelch, and Bob's dick was immediately engulfed in a wave hot, chunky, blended guts vomit, while the 'test subject' writhed in desperate paroxysms of agony below him. As he slid his member in and out of her esophagus, and Kasia bounced gleefully in time, the girl mewled and snorted as more blood and innards spewed from her nose.

Desperate final convulsions wracked her body as she choked, her own fluids burning her lungs, and she drowned in her own liquidized viscera. The light in her eyes finally faded, frozen in an expression of pure horror and gratitude, as Bob spurted the thing she most craved down her pretty throat.

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Pfft. Nah. TBH, I don't think anyone wants to read about that kind of stuff anymore. It's so passe.

Haven't you heard? Consensually roasting little girls is the thing these days. Everyone's writing about it. I know those stories are all exactly the same, but that's what people want. Don't @ me.