Perry Verihard - Lustin And Teasin

The padded white floor was strange, the walls weren't padded so he knew he wasn't in a nut house. He crawled to the center of the room and sat with his legs outstretched before him. There was a slight pain in the right cheek of his ass, nothing, irritation from his wallet. His wallet? That was gone too! His pants! His clothes! What clothes? He couldn't remember the last place he had been and how he was dressed.

"Where am I?" he howled at the top of his voice.

There was no answer. He dropped onto his back and stretched to ease the soreness of his rump. "What am I doing here?" he called out.

Suddenly he couldn't move, his hands and feet felt heavy. He craned his head back to see his wrists and saw the clamps firmly holding him down. His ankles were also trapped. He was stretched out like a crucified man on the floor and struggled to break free.

"Hey? What the hell is going on here?" he yelled with the first trace of panic.

The quiet whoosh made him crane his head up and stare at the panel door. At least someone was coming, someone who could answer questions. What he saw seemed somewhat familiar, he had seen those legs somewhere before… varicose veins, loose, wiggling fatty tissue, grotesque feet…

It was a woman, an old woman dressed in a drab, dirty, gray coat with those disgusting legs showing from the knees on down. She faced the wall as the panel door closed and seemed to inspect it. Then a gnarled hand reached into one coat pocket and pulled out a filthy rag, she rubbed the rag across the smudged fingerprints he left there.

Then she turned and opened the coat all in one move. Ken wanted to vomit. Gross, deflated tits hung like wet tissue paper from her pimpled chest. An inflated pot-belly with over-sized navel and absolutely abundant patches of hair bulged out above the lumpy, bowed legs.

"What the hell?" Ken hissed.

As she approached he could see her crotch. A loose-skinned collection of wrinkles which had lost any hint of firmness years ago. Images of apricots and prunes ran through his mind for some unexplainable reason. She must have had pubic hair at some time but now all that was left were a few sparse wisps of gray stringing out from between the folds of decay.

"What are you doing?" he cried as she straddled his pinned body with the knobby-kneed legs.

She started to lower slowly down toward his numb erection, reached ahead of her advancing twat and grabbed it with her hand to hold it upright like a tiny arrow.

"Oh, my God, no!" Ken screeched as he looked up to her face to-beg for pity.

He started to choke, then gasp in horror as he saw the immobile, cherub-like face of Betty grinning down at him.

"Nooooooooo!" he cried as the slobbering tissues of the antique cunt collapsed loosely around his cock. He had to look away and stared at the ceiling. The lights dimmed and suddenly words appeared up there:

"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."