“See how she gobbles it hungrily! By now they were all roaring at a deafening volume, swelling forward and getting ready for the main event. Her chest was rising and falling slowly with tempered breaths as she struggled to find words. Her eyes met his, fear and anguish swirling around in them, vile resentment on her face at the cruel trick he played. Some choruses of ‘burn the witch!’ were already going up, but he raised a hand to silence them as they arrived centre-stage. Her doom was getting ever closer, and she must only have two minutes or so to live, but his orgasm was going to be timed to perfection, he’d make sure of that. A collective gasp erupted again as she put it in her mouth, the real reasons seemingly ignored by everyone gathered. The screws, normally used to torture fingertips were made of coarse metal and latched easily onto her tits.
