Stick it out as the girl and enjoy your predicament
From Create Your Own Story
You remain the girl, and the rancher begins to pick leeches off of you, pushing his fingernail up underneath the oral suckers to dislodge them. Each time he does, a stream of blood flows from the exposed bite wound that takes several minutes to subside.
The rancher removes the leeches ten at a time, starting from your upper body and working his way down, though at your request he leaves the seven that have attached themselves to your nipples. You say that this is because you are worried about it hurting when they are removed, which is partially true, but also you find that you kind of like having them there. In between leech removals, the two of you play Twenty Questions.
Eventually, all of the leeches are gone except those on your pubic region, which you asked to be left until last for reasons similar to those relating to the nipple leeches. The rancher has you turn around, bend over and spread your ass cheeks so that he can access the parasites in that area. It seems to you that he takes a very long time to do this and you wonder if he might just be enjoying the view.
He removes forty three leeches just from your rectal and genital areas, making a total of six hundred and thirty five removed from your entire body, before only one of the creatures remains: the seven-inch monster clamped next to your clitoris at the anterior end and next to your anus at the posterior end.
“That’s gotta be one of the biggest I ever saw,” said the rancher, kneeling in front of you and staring at the beast. “They got bigger ones down in the jungles, I understand, but for your common garden variety bloodsucker this fucker is huge!”
“Well it sure picked a hell of a place to stop for lunch,” you say, gazing at the revolting invertebrate. “Can you get it off?”
“Don’t see why not,” the rancher replies. He pulls your clit to one side to expose the sucker, causing you to shudder, which in turn causes him to chuckle and pinch your nub between his thumb and forefinger and wiggle it around playfully. You let out a high pitched whine at this, and then a sharp squeal as the gives your clit a firm flick before returning to the business at hand. You can’t believe how close to orgasm that little bit of attention brought you, and you find yourself frustrated that he didn’t finish the job, though you don’t say anything.
When the rancher tries to slide his fingernail underneath the leech’s mouth sucker, he finds that he is unable to do it.
“Damn, that fucker is on there tight!” he exclaims, drawing back to assess the situation. “This might call for more drastic measures. “What do you mean?” you ask apprehensively.
“I think it’s time to bring out Ole Blue,” he says, pulling a silver Zippo lighter out of the pocket of his overalls. “Be careful,” you say timidly.
The rancher sparks the lighter and holds the flame up to the anterior end of the leech. Instead of simply dropping off of Katy’s/your pussy, the worm merely retracts from the flame while still maintaining its suction. The rancher moves the lighter with the leech, which causes it to increase the speed of its retreat. You are amazed at how fast it can move.
The rancher continues to follow the leech with the flame, but even though it is beginning to char, the animal does not let go, but simply continues to recoil down between your legs, while maintaining a firm grip at its back end. You figure this is not a problem, as it can’t retreat forever and will eventually just burn to death, but then the loathsome head reaches your vaginal opening.
Identifying your vagina as an alternative escape route, the leech immediately puts all of its effort into burrowing into your cunt hole, and it progresses in this venture with alarming rapidity. You can feel its thick, slimy wetness penetrating you.
“Stop it! Don’t let it inside me!” you yell. The rancher hurriedly puts his lighter back in his pocket and attempts to simply grab the monster with his hands and pull it off, but his fingers can find no traction.
“I’m trying! I can’t get a grip on the darn thing!”
Within a matter of seconds, the leech’s tail is disappearing up your twat hole. The rancher desperately plunges his fingers in after it, but the attempt is futile, and the creature is out of reach inside of you.
“I think I’m gonna be sick,” you groan.
Do you:
- Tell the rancher to reach his arm in and try to get the leech out
- Just leave the leech where it is
- Ask the rancher to check whether or not any leeches got into your asshole
- Transfer your consciousness into the leech
| You are possessing: |
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| 12th Grade Girl (Katy) |
