Personal Narrative Essay

“How long have I slept,” thinks Becky as she wakes up. “What a horrid dream.” She stretches and is surprised at how sore her muscles are. She rolls over and yelps, her eyes pop open. “No, it can’t be real.” Tears fill her eyes and roll down her cheeks when she realizes where she is. She is back in the main room. All around her are the shimmering facet doors.
Lying there, she surveys the damage to her body. There is a large painful bruise across her stomach. Becky cries harder when she sees her raw, torn, and bleeding nipples. Her ass is extremely tender; she twists to observe the damage and wishes she had not looked. Welts and bruises cover her cheeks; the skin is broke open in several places.
A small table has appeared in the room. Surely, it was not there before. Any movement hurts painfully. It is difficult to stand so Becky crawls over to the table, and uses it to help her stand. She …show more content…
She groans and twists around, when the ooze starts sucking on it. The blob pushes against her pucker trying to gain entrance. She pulls her legs up towards her chest allowing more access to her. There is a small zap around it and she clinches. They become more powerful, making her tighten even more. Becky feels the ooze begin to massage and stroke her asshole, it feels like a tongue, and she relaxes. A thin thread of his ooze works into her and expands, opening her up. Sliding in Blobber enlarges and oozes deeper and deeper. The foray into her asshole is uncomfortable, but the pulsing of Blobber is intoxicating. Becky squeezes down on the ooze. Blobber thrums against the walls of her pussy and digs even deeper into her ass. He is growing bigger and she is feeling pain from the stretching. Now, like her pussy, he pulses and slams the sides of her rectum, his needles sharply explode into her tender ass. Becky kicks her legs out, and clamps down on the