“How does that sound, pretty Nicky-boy?”, my captor Mr. Tickles asked, mockingly, “Are you ready to be my little tickle-bitch for the afternoon, or would you prefer a vibrating egg buzzing around in that tight little ass?”.
I was terrified of having anything up my virgin butt, so I tried to plead through the rubber ballgag, begging to be freed. Unfortunately, all that came out was a sort of baby-like gurgling and murmuring!
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