gave a report in what is happening. It seemed to me that I was sleeping and I had to go to bed urgently so that the nightmare would stop.

I woke up only to twelve. In complete thought, I walked around the camera all day. Sometimes I looked in the drawer to make sure the egg was in place. I took it in my hand, threw it up. But then put in place. The desire to go in for sports was lost, the brutal appetite was usually gone. Even the red-haired Vestalka did not cause a pleasant revival in puffy eggs. A member sluggishly responded to her perky hands. She traditionally pulled a bunch of condoms on a giant phallus, and together with the guard they dragged me to the Temple. That evening, I quickly shot out, and the desire to fuck virgins-milkmaids was easily controlled by the consciousness of complicity. I smirked, glancing at Vestalok, sharpening the horn to bright luster. They did not know that the calm that had arisen after the egg was torn away from the anus spread warmly through my body and returned to the relaxed brain with cold calculation. That evening I finished for the first time, not because the Sect ordered, but because I myself wanted to get rid of the turquoise in the eggs.

In the evening, after milking, I did not collapsed exhausted on the bed, did not rush to the refrigerator. On the contrary, I felt the metamorphosis in all members, calm, desire to live. This major change in mood occurred in the morning. The loss of the tumor, and with it the fears, helped to fall asleep that evening in a peaceful deep sleep.

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Red Westalka was the main attraction of the Sect of the Seven Keys. None of the ideas of Veni Dyrko could do without the presence of the green-eyed witch, not a single insane ritual, invented by him on the move, was performed without the bright flame of autumn leaves, which were scattered everywhere by crazy sparks. She replaced Rae Martasevich, whom I had so unfortunately turned into a turquoise faith. After all, it was Paradise, having sworn allegiance to me, who had betrayed herself with excessive disgust towards the former Master.

New Ryzhukha swam through the corridors of the Temple just as easily and silently, just sluggishly drove a thin finger along the wet wall of the dungeon. In gold trinkets, she rattled ringlets in the clitoris and thick nipples, twisted chains hanging from the collar to the moving spheres of the breasts and down to the shaved darned vagina. In the early years, a developed virgin flaunted parabolas in her thighs, squeezing a ruby ​​in the priest, sucking it on with an anus while walking. Her round eyes wide open only occasionally flapped wings of her eyelashes. The children's zombie eyes froze for two thousand yards, glided with equal participation in furniture and people, cold walls and excited guards. She was a child — a large, suddenly ripe overgrown, with a resentment deep in her heart. It was difficult to distinguish sexuality in her appearance. Hunters do not shoot at the firebird, the guards respectfully bow their heads in front of Vestalka the virgin. Even a ruby ​​the size of a chicken egg, sparkling in the areas of the buttocks, like the eye of a dragon, she wore majestically, as if there was no crystal cone that opened the rectum from the inside.

Redhead came to clean up on Mondays. I stood fastened to the machine, the guard was on duty at the door, looking into the peephole. In this silent picture, the rustling of a mop on the floor was followed by rinsing a rag. My eyes were constantly watching the ruby ​​in the ass, as he waltzed around the camera.So Hannibal Lecturer studied the habits of escorts, looking for a loophole, so I was looking for a clue to this suffering in this ruby. The redhead scrubbed the concrete floor, then wiped the dust with a few furniture: a table, a bed, a chair, a bookshelf. Wet cleaning always went according to plan, nothing foreshadowed the irrationality of the denouement.

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The bite fell on the wrist. The redhead sighed, pulled her hand away, and, staring at the two red dots, began to blow on them. The chains on the body rang, slowly swaying from side to side. The body of the red quickly poured lead. At the last moment, she managed to collapse into a chair and, throwing back her little face with a magnificent autumn fire behind her back, stared at the ceiling with an unblinking glassy look.

With bated breath, I watched what was happening, not believing my own eyes, which I squandered with incredible effort towards the table.

A yellow-dotted, half-meter-long snake looked out of the drawer, with a familiar shine of beads, searched the cell in search of the victim. The curious petal of the biden flashed and immediately disappeared. Snake splashed on the floor and rushed to the red Vestalka. She lay, stretched thighs to the side, sprawling a magnificent ass on a chair. The vagina sewn up with a needle, puffy, reddish, gaped with a thin slit.

I imagined, like a snake, not finding a member in Redhead, will roll over to me, and nervously swallowed. The fixed, oblique gaze of my eyes, without blinking, watched the snakes bend as it climbs over the magnificent leg, twisting the patella, finding an emphasis in it.

"I will not survive another lengthening of the member," I thought with horror.

The next moment, the snake dug into the clitches of Ryzhuha, stretched outward with a heart-shaped lock, enveloping the mouth of tender pink flesh, leaving the ruby ​​heart hanging from above. The serpent's tail almost immediately fell to the concrete floor, it was swaying with a monotonous pendulum.

To myself, I sighed with relief. Strange thoughts were swarming in my head. A virgin with a non-childish weapon between her legs would break wood, I thought.

So we lay each in his cocoon for the next half hour. I fascinated watching the redhead wake up. Leather straps kept my members from rash acts. Snake venom paralyzed the reflexes of red, but did not deprive her of consciousness. She saw and felt everything. I had a boxing mouth guard in my mouth, and I could only moan, expressing impatience.

I asked myself what the redhead would do with the unusual gift that was born out of my ass. The fact that the snake hatched and waits for the victim, I did not have a thought.

The redhead slowly moved her hands, rotated her head, playing with a curly waterfall of red raging foliage behind her back. She suddenly sat up straight and grabbed the snake by the tail with both hands. She pulled it on, painfully twisted, feeling, apparently, a gap in the junction with the clitoris. The sharp tip of the tail came off and remained in her hands. She hatched on him, opening her mouth.

I screamed, shook my head, as far as the leather straps that secured my forehead allowed.

My effort attracted the attention of the newly-minted keeper of turquoise happiness.

“Now I will help you,” she said, undoing the straps with which I was attached to the frame of the milking machine.

“Can you distract the guard?” - I whispered hoarsely with my mouth filled with saliva, when with joint efforts we finally freed my face from Hannibal's mask.

- I can make him a blowjob. He hinted for a long time - green irises flashed with understanding, marking the transition to my beginning.

- Hide the snake in the anus for now. When finished, you should disappear. We will meet in two hours, - I called the address of the safe house, which I had been preparing for myself in the period of preparation for the revolution.

- How in the anus? - Redhead blinked Machaon eyelashes, child-open mouth slightly startled by incomprehension.

“Very simple,” I grimaced, exposing the anaconda's smile. - You can over the shoulder, but I would advise between the legs.

She stood, hands down, flapping huge eyelashes, full of bewilderment. A thick thirty-centimeter snake dangled between the hips, like an elephant's trunk. She has already lost speckled color, merged with the pale freckled skin of Vestalka.

We acted wisely: we pulled a cone out of Alena's ass - that was the name of the redhead, we put the trunk between her legs and inserted the end of the snake into the anus. He entered fifteen centimeters, sat down tightly there, tightening the crotch with the fleshy tissue of a snake's body.

“Almost imperceptibly,” I examined the newly formed diaper. - Now go to the guard.

We were lucky. After lunch, there was not a soul left in the Temple of the Seven Keys. Even virgins doylshchitsy were released into the city to perform socially useful tasks. Three hours remained until evening milking.

Alena slipped out the door, voices were heard. Spontaneous conversation with the guard, bored in the back, turned into a frank flirt. The redhead had never even opened her mouth before, and here she offered services. I crept down the corridor, peering into the light that burned at the end of the tunnel. For the first time in many months of imprisonment, I felt the breath of freedom. I was afraid to breathe, to stumble, so as not to accidentally disturb the magic of the moment. Behind the back room, behind my back, I heard pacified male moans, loud hickey, and soaking marked a new era.