YoYou can see the light of new day coming in through a window. You’re in a bathroom with what you think is a pink shower curtain. That is familiar to you, you’ve been here before. Then you hear the loud squeaking of a door to your right, you turn, not literally, but your perceptions or eyes or whatever that is seeing turns to see the wall of pink cloth in front of you. You try to look up but can’t look striate up; your vision must be limited. “MMMMMMMMM...” you hear. Then you see a giant hand with long pink fingernails grab you by your head…brush-head…and lift you up. As you are going up you see an enormous set of boobs and then a mass of Red-Blond hair, ITS SARA.
You’ve become your friend’s toothbrush. She holds you away from her and you can see her enormous face and her huge pouty lips. Face it Sara was got, like bade to only pleasure men in bedrooms but she was also a self centered bitch which was why the two of you never hooked up together but were like two sides of the same coin. She was like your girl/guy bud.
“Sara, hay Sara, it’s me, James…” Of course she can’t hear you, you aren’t really yelling for help.
With no regard for your well being Sara sleepily thrusts your face, the brush, under a waterfall of hot water from the sink. Then after withdrawing you your face is smothered in a thick blue goo, toothpaste. You can no longer see but feel as your…body…is turned on its side. How bad can it be your mind is telling yourself that it won’t hurt, after all Sara has large soft lips they can’t hurt you.
SMACK! You are slammed face first into hard enamel and a tight seal if placed around your body. You are then in rapid movements rubbed raw up down, up down, up down, along the ruff surface of her teeth with her not soft fur strong and powerful lips sealing you in and compressing you even more. You are then rubbed down and along her molars and the sharp crags are like a cheese grater slicing into your skin.
You want to scream for the pain to stop but it doesn’t and she only keeps going. You feel spit mix with the paste and surround you as her long encircles you. Some guys dream of this but for you it is a nightmare. Then SPEWW!
You are released and Sara spits out the paste and saliva into the sink. You want to call out to her again but your head is once again immersed under the hot water and her thumb goes over you getting all residue of her mouth off. You feel both degraded and used, so, so cheep.
You can see Sara now and she lowers you back into the holster or cup for whatever holds toothbrushes and you are once again hanging by your neck. You want help but can’t do anything. You feel so horrible it is almost unbearable. Then you notice that Sara has turned her back to you and now instead of a pink wall of cloth there is a tanned wall of flesh…but before you see more…
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