While I gasped for breath and fought to think past the agonizing sensation of my s*x organs being slowly ripped off, Marcia made my face up like worse kind of slut: heavy on the eye shadow, rouge, and lipstick. A white silk ribbon became a choker for my neck, and at last Karin sprayed me liberally with her cheapest perfume. Then they all stepped back to have a look and a laugh, to do more drugs and revel in their handiwork.
For fifteen minutes I continued to squirm, whimpering at the pain in my groin, pleading abjectly with my eyes, while they extensively and hilariously ridiculed and critiqued my appearance and performance (so far) as their pathetic little torture slut. Then over more lines of blow the decision was made to mummify me with cellophane, immobilizing me and leaving only my h
