”“No,” I said. “You can’t.” I crossed my arms. “You have to live with the consequences.” She looked me up and down quickly.“So let�...s talk consequences, then,” she said, sitting down on the corner of her bed. She patted the spot next to her. I didn’t move. “Alright then, don’t sit down.”“Consequences?”“I move to reopen negotiations,” she said. “You want to make sure that I’m punished for what I’ve done, and I ... I just want to live without the constant threat of sexual assault and. “Jason.JASON.Jason.JASON.” she felt something fall out of her, and the voice from far away called out to her. “Down two, one last ball and you give up everything little slut.”That word, Slut. She had never thought of how it described her, and how complete it made her feel, like the cock lodged into her ass. “Jason.JASON.Jason.JASON.” The thought made her cum again, it started slow and built as it ramped and built, escalating as it came thundering through her, the climax peaked as she felt. That’s where we keep all the solvents.’ ‘Why is it called denatured?’ she asked. I smiled. This was right in my wheelhouse. ‘It’s been poisoned.’ ‘What?!’ she exclaimed. I laughed. ‘Pure ethyl alcohol is also known as grain alcohol. It’s dirt cheap to make, so you can buy a gallon of it for not a lot of money. You can also drink it, it’s what vodka is made from. The government taxes drinking alcohol a lot and they don’t want you buying grain alcohol at the hardware store and not paying taxes. I guess that relaxed my rectum because Jason really started to hammer my butt then, railing into my tight ass like some lust crazy stallion, making his own sounds above the squishy, sloppy sounds comming from my sore, fucked asshole.Every few minutes he would withdraw completely and I would feel this massive emptiness and the cool air rushing up my bowels, just breezing in past my gaping bung which felt like an opened manhole, all gooey with Vaseline and pre-cum and my own smelly anal juices..