Stretch and twist them and make it hurt, Baby. Oh Natty, chew on my clit the way you know I like it." Brigett begged, needing some pain to be able to ...each fulfillment.Paul had never hurt a woman deliberately in his life, but hearing his aunt beg for it, squeezed her tits as hard as he could, bringing a moan of satisfaction from deep in her throat. With his prick fucking wildly into her hot, moist cunt, and occasionally feeling his mother's tongue lave at his prick on the out-strokes, he was. That’s not exactly how it works. There is a cook off time before the turret takes off ... but, you know the movies ... if it’s not action right now it’s on the cutting room floor. Usually the crew is already dead from metal splatter.The turret rests on a platform and it’s the platform that rotates. It’s the weight of the turret that keeps it from falling off. The turret gears are on the floor of the tank and not on the turret edge. I was planning on a heavy steel disk fitting on the turret. Each time she was used, her performance was graded. Anything less than perfect performance, and she was punished. This usually meant a beating, but sometimes other methods of "correction" were used.Once, for example, she fell asleep in the middle of a 48 hour rape session. As punishment, she was given a one gallon ice water enema, then with her ass was plugged and she was forced to use her cunt and mouth to bring every staff member and patient, whether slave or free, to orgasm before the plug. He took a brief intermission from suckling and kissing her tits to press his face in to them, luxuriating in the way her warm feminine bounty yielded so graciously before him. Then he began the entire cycle all over, alternating between suckling upon her left breast, then her right.Marcy felt something skim against her lower thigh. She peered down and was surprised to see his maleness protruding from his loins as stiff as a board. Clearly the experience was more exciting for him than she’d.