m his cock. "Thank you, thank you,' Robin
sobbed. "Again, again," the pygmies ted. "Again, again." The pygmies
expert hands began to arouse Robin again, massaging his testicles, hitting
delicate pressure points, manipulating his cock. One of the pygmies jammed
his fist up Robin' s rectum and poked and prodded until he began to massage
Robin' s prostate. Iably Robin' s cock responded and within minutes, he
experienced another bone-shaking asm. "Again, again," ted the
pygmies, and started the cycle anew. "No, no!," beggedd Robin.
But again and again the pygmies plied their artful manipulations to Robin' s
body. A third time. A fourth. On the fifth go-around, Robin' s member
didn' t even bee erect but they pygmies still brought him tasm. On
the sixth asm ihan an hour, Robin screamed in agony as the
pygmies milked the last drop of cum from him, and passed out.
PART 3
When Robin came to, he realized that he had been moved while
unscious. The effects of the drugs had worn off and he was now
clearheaded. His cock still throbbed with pain from the ferocious workout
it had received from the Piper' s diabolical hen, and his arms still
ached from having been suspended for so long, but otherwise he was unhurt.
Robin now found himself standing with his back to a padded wall. His arms
were outstretched to either side and stapled to the wall with metal straps.
His ankles were also secured to the wall. He looked as if he were being
crucified. Robin realized that while he was unscious, he had been
washed and somehow, he had relieved himself. His bowels and bladder were
both empty.
Robin looked up as the Pied Piper ehe chamber. The Piper was
wearing his bondage gear again, just like the robot in the warehouse had
been dressed - a black leather codpiece with two black leather straps
crisscro