�That’s right my friend, tell me more, tell me more of your involvement in the resistance after you cum for us.� said the doctor. Xxx �Wh-What was that?� I asked in a thin voice. I whined and began to cry softly. You’ll talk, you’ll talk. Schmidt. You’ll talk, you’ll talk. I WANNA CUM, CUM CUM, YES I NEED TO CUM NOW PLEASE I WANNA CUM NOW. I screamed, my toes curling, sweat pouring, thrashing against the straps of the metal framed torture chair. The guards did the same just below my knees firmly locking my legs down to prevent any kind of movement. After fucking my asshole with his lubricated fingers, he slid them out. It was a very intense feeling. I
looked at the cart. I was strapped to a metal framed chair, nude, my legs wide apart with a probe buried its length up my
