Epilog
Your hair is matted with cum, and you can feel your asshole unsuccessfully
trying to close. Your legs are unstrapped and the barrel rotates back down
until your feet are on the floor. Your arms are released as well, and your body
is supported by two men as the barrel continues to rotate, withdrawing the evil
wooden cock from your raw pussy. You notice blood. As you step back, you
expect to see bits of your flesh stuck to the sandpaper. You look down at your
nipples, and are surprised to see they are still there, though they and most of
your tits surface are bright red and oozing a clear fluid, like they were
burned. Luckily for you they used ultra fine sandpaper.
Exhausted, you want nothing more than to lie down and rest. You are relieved to
see the guests getting dressed, and everyone seems to be in a good mood. Susan
is curled up in a fetal position, but looks as though she'll make it.
"You're a good whore, Justine" Pete tells you as he aims the hose at your raw
flesh. "I can't wait until next week's party".
Neither can you.
