A latex girl thing
Slave frowned and said forcibly, “You did get carried away during play time. The physical exertion you put me through requires a considerable amount of your cum. If you would have just let me suck you in bed, and not cry like a bitch and run like a pussy, you wouldn’t be in this position. Now, because of circumstances as it relates to my health and what you know, I’m afraid you can’t leave until I am satisfied.”
Rusty found, to his joy, a pack of syringes. Some medical players dabbled into syringes; the serious ones did injections, but others used the sharp needles to poke and rake the flesh. He quickly tore them out of the packages and got the caps off of two of them…
“Oh Master.” Slave was at the door, shaking her head. “Please don’t make me beg.”
Rusty charged at her. He managed to get three syringes freed up and clustered in his right hand. He roared. He drove the needles right into her latex head. On impact, her head just folded inward, then swarmed around his offending hand. Suddenly, with his hand trapped, Slave’s head became her hands, her head reformed from the side, her body twisted, and Rusty went sailing!
