It began in the far away shore of Central America, Pernia, a young man in his twenties has just been kidnapped by the narcos. He bawled his eyes out until no tears could flow again. He thought that the narcos would kill soon or ransomed him, turns out fate had other way for our young man. With 20 tons of cocaine alongside his body, he went on in an undisclosed boat to go to the metropolitan of Earth, the US.
He was picked up by a young woman, dressed only in his sweatpants and no shirt, his counterpart however looked as if she's part of a big corporation, sparing no expense to her clothing.
"Thanks, padre, as usual" said the woman to the driver.
Pernia woke up in a daze, atop of a table in a basement. His hands are tied, his feet are locked to the railings.
"My, my, what a specimen you are. No man could match the aroma and stature of the Central American men who worked in blue collar. Welcome to your new home" said Owl, the master of this place.
"Hi, uhh where am I again? Who are you? Why am I tied to this place?" asked Pernia in an increasingly panicked voice.
"Too many questions young man"
Right at that instant, Owl pulled Pernia's sweatpants and it revealed that he is quite limp on his other limb.
"What I want here is this, you only have to watch and feel" Owl said, while making sure that the thing stands up.
Owl then yanked it up and down as fast as she could, but fear has overcome Pernia, he couldn't think of anything apart from how to get out of this mess. The owner of the basement, noticed this.
"Is this not enough?" at that moment Owl unbuttoned her shirt, showing two luscious round things hanging from her top. She then started to use her mouth.
Perhaps it's because of the tits, or maybe Owl's voice, Pernia started to relax and feel aroused. He almost came, when Owl stopped.
"No, Mr, you're not coming inside of my mouth"
"Then show me where I should come" he said, feeling a bit brave.
Owl then undressed, making Pernia more aroused. His Central American blood can't hold back anymore, he yelled and became more feral as less clothing stays on Owl's body. He got untied and launched on Owl.
Pernia's mighty rod moved in and out of her hole, although being moved around in such manner Owl doesn't seem to mind it that much, rather she enjoyed it to some extent. Both are making loud noises at this point. They go on for about 2 hours until all of Owl's inside turn white and Pernia's rod became a mere lump of meat.
"That won't do" Owl stated.
She grabbed a scissor and stabbed Pernia on his shoulder. He was so terrified at that point, no sound could come out of his lung.
"Now, Mr, get your bearing up. We need to do it again."
With less enthusiasm this time, Pernia lunged again at Owl, doing the same thing he did with some blood flowing from his shoulder. It took 4 hours to stop them from embracing each other.
"Still not enough" Owl stated.
Again, she stabbed Pernia, now on his other shoulder. Pernia, fearing for his life, got up and does it again with her. This attempt, which lasted for 6 hours, ended with Pernia's not being able to produce anything but mere air with his rod. With that ended Pernia's permission to live.
Owl then stabbed Pernia on his rod, the one which just a couple hours ago entered her womb and painted it white, it's now stained with blood. Pernia tried to scream yet Owl didn't mind that and kept on cutting. First at the base and then near the two silver lumps. In front of Pernia, Owl then eats the his other limb, munching like she's eating a hamburger.
She went forward to cut the two silver lumps, then gulped them without even blinking. Her eyes glow fiercer, Pernia knows deep down in his heart that he's dead so he accepted his fate. Minutes after Owl eat Pernia's entire man-thing, he died of shock yet peaceful for he knows that he will become one with Owl, in the end almost nothing left untouched by Owl alongside Pernia's hair, which she left as a memento. 086c1403ff5f938a0b4ec734f5ae956caff55b5810f739d3dc57f76ded0c4c3f.png
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