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 Author: Hungry Guy and Lady Fuschia
Title: HUNGRY FOR FUSCHIA PART 7
Universe: Hungry For
Summary: While on holiday in London, Hungry Guy buys a slave girl at a
slave auction in a warehouse in The Docklands, and brings her back home to
the States with him...
Keywords: MF/F Mpov Mdom Fdom Fsub les mult humil cons piv oral anal ws
choke strangle reluc rom bi cheat creampie caution
Language: english

   HUNGRY FOR FUSCHIA
BY: Hungry Guy and Lady Fuschia

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   * CHAPTER 7 - THE LAST HOLE *

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   As usual, the Lakeshore Limited left Cleveland four hours late, and then
arrived in New York eight hours late.  Guy and his slave fell into bed at 2
AM after driving home from the Amtrak station.  He was too tired to even
tie her to the bed and sleep on top of her.

   But next morning, Guy kissed Fuschia awake and said, "Your body still
has one hole that I haven't yet fucked.  Can you guess which one?"

   "I can't guess, Master.  I think you've fucked all my holes, Master."

   Later that morning, Fuschia was strapped down flat on her back on his
workbench.  He removed a tray from his autoclave on which was a large
assortment of shiny steel knitting needles.  Each needle was a different
color and had a tiny rounded point at one end and a cap at the other end.

   "Master!" Fuschia gasped when he picked up the smallest needle and
leaned in toward her pussy with the pointy end.

   "Relax, Fuschia.  This probably won't hurt, but it'll probably feel
odd."

   "Yes, Master."

   Guy spread Fuschia's labia with his fingertips and found her urethra. 
Gently, he touched the rounded point of the knitting needle to the tiny
opening and slid it in.

   "Aaaak!" Fuschia screamed.

   "Hurts?" he asked.

   "No, Master, but it is uncomfortable."

   Guy slid the needle in very slowly amid her gasps until about 8" of the
needle was up her urethra.

   Guy giggled and asked, "How's that feel?"

   "Like I have to take a mad pee, Master."

   "Well, let's leave that one in for a while before we go to the next
bigger one."

   "Bigger?" she gasped.

   "Yes," he said.  "We're going to work our way up to the size 50, which
is about 2" in diameter."

   "Master!  Please!  No!"

   "Yes, Fuschia.  Then I can fuck your pee hole.  But now I'm going
downstairs for a bite of breakfast.  I'll be back in a little while."

   About an hour later, Guy returned upstairs.

   "Master!" Fuschia pleaded.  "I have to pee so bad!  Please take it out,
Master!"

   Guy snickered, and sat back down next to her.  Slowly, he pulled the
needle out of her urethra.  Fuschia was panting heavy trying to push at
something.

   "You okay now?" he asked.

   "I feel like to pee so bad, but it won't come out."

   Guy dropped the needle in a pan of water and then picked up another
needle that was only slightly thicker.

   Again, he slid the needle slowly into her urethra, evoking a squeak from
her.

   Guy then went into his bedroom and worked on a story for about couple of
hours.

   As the day drew on, Guy replaced the needles two more times.

   When he slid the #4 needle, Fuschia screamed, "Ow!  Ow!  Ow!" so Guy
left that needle in for the rest of the day.

   Guy left her strapped down to his workbench overnight.  The next
morning, he pulled out the needle, letting her pee into a plastic handheld
urinal.  He then inserted the next larger needle into her.

   Over the day, he increased the needles by two more sizes to a #6.

   He untied her from his workbench that evening and let her sleep in her
cage that night.  By then, he knew that she was perfectly obedient and
wouldn't remove the needle without permission to do so.

   Guy returned to work the next day, increasing to a #7 needle before
leaving.

   It took about two weeks for Guy to work Fuschia up to a #50 knitting
needle, stretching her urethra to 2".

   During those two weeks, he used her body for other pleasures as he
usually does.  He routinely tied her to the bed with her bum against the
headboard while he slept on top of her with his cock down her throat. 
There were plenty of times that he put her in his "box" with her head
sticking out the top of the box so that he could sit on the box and wrap
his legs around the back of her head with his cock down her throat.

   The day he finally inserted that #50 needle up her urethra, Fuschia
screamed in pain for hours.  That night, he tied her spread-eagle face-up
onto the bed.

   He noticed that she was also becoming more and more incontinent, so he
placed a small mattress pad under her bum before removing the needle.

   Finally, after his nightly shower and bedtime snack, he climbed into bed
and mounted his slave.  "Hi Fuschia!" he said.

   "Hi Master," she said with a weak smile.

   He felt down between her legs--sopping wet as usual--and found her
stretched open pee-hole.

   His member was so hard in anticipation in entering her last unfucked
hole.  He slid his hops down and forward, pressing the head against the
tortured opening.  The next thrust forced it in.

   Fuschia shrieked in agony as his cock filled her urethra.

   She moaned in pain, tears flowing from her eyes, as his cockhead burst
into her bladder.  As he began pumping her, the tight feeling was so
incredible that he exploded almost immediately, flooding her bladder with
his cum.

   Her urethra squeezed onto his cock to tightly that he stayed inside her
after his orgasm had run its course, allowing him to fall asleep on her
whilst still deep in her body.

   * CONTINUED *