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The Story Continues…

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Remember when I was telling that story about being an evil bitch, owner of a factory and fooling everyone except my employees into thinking I was a good, kind woman? I think we left off on me degrading the little black bitch and then she decided to be a hero. A little cat fight took place that resulted in me being tied up to the conveyer belt with my ass in the air. I left off…half awake, slightly unconscious and all the employees cheering for more. I was struggling to get up, but she tied a gag in my mouth and I was talking shit to her through it. Trying my damnest to get away and tell her off too. I was angry, and she was gloating. She took out some eggs, some nipple clamps, a marker and a flag. She laughed as she jiggled my thighs and my tits, she thought it would be cute to break an egg inbetween my ass cheeks. Everyone was cheering and I was so angry and barely able to understand what was going on, I kept falling in and out of consciousness. I woke up though when she started slapping my ass and making jokes at how fat I am and started telling me I had this shit coming. She didn’t stop there, she attached nipple clamps to my tits and laughed as I begged for mercy. A girl like me deserved this right? She wasn’t about to let me get off that easy. She took the marker and wrote “Fat Lard” on my ass. It was sticky with egg, kinda like cum. She started recording as she shoved a flag into my ass. I knew I was helpless then, and she knew she had me. She recorded her tormenting and me begging for it to end, and I think…everyone loved it. Maybe even me? My cunt was dripping.


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