This choice: Use your hands, but it's slower. • Go Back...Chapter #6Use your hands, but it's slower. by: Unknown There is no way you're going to be able to stomach putting any more hair in your mouth. Sandra seemed deadly serious about you not getting out until the job was done, and you are afraid to make a woman this size mad. Her flabby arm is really heavy on your back, forcing you flat on your stomach, you grab the second hair, and pull up until it comes out, then the third. you are soaking wet from Sandra's sweat, her armpit hairs stick to you, if you're not careful you could get stuck in them, and she might never let you out.
You can hear Jade's voice, it's muffled as Sandra's arm is blocking out a lot of sound for you. It seems like she's talking on the phone, about you!. She must be talking to June.
"Yeah, Mom's been depressed lately, so I'm letter her use him for a bit" You can't hear June's response, but what Jade says next makes your heart sink. "Well good, glad you like sharing, don't worry, we'll keep him alive."
Well, at least you know they don't plan on killing you intentionally. You continue pulling hairs while being squashed into Sandra's armpit by her arm. you finally run out of hairs where you're laying, but you're unable to move over to the rest of the hair, you're being held down too tightly. After what seems like forever Sandra seems to have noticed that the hairs have stopped being pulled. You feel her hand reaching into her armpit she wraps chubby fingers around your waist, squeezing your stomach she pushes you into the next batch of hair without a word and without ever relieving the pressure on you. You go to work, and after a long time that section is done too. Once again her hand grabs you. This time you pushed into the last remaining patch, right in the center of her pit, her arm is too heavy, your face is forced down against her armpit and you can't move it. you blindly grab at hairs in front of you and pull. You can breathe through your nose, even though it's pushed right into her sweaty pit. Eventually your hands can find no more hair, she must be fully plucked clean.
Her hand grab you again and pulls you out of her armpit, you're dripping wet you catch a quick glimpse of Jade, still in the room, and grinning from ear to ear at the sight of you. You're pulled up to Sandra's face, she looks at you, "Ready for the second one?" She asks you, even though you know she doesn't care if you're ready or not. You can't believe all this time and your torture isn't even half over. You wait for her to turn over and expose her other armpit, but quickly realize she's not going to. She shoves you into her other armpit face first, this time however since she didn't turn over, you are laying on your back, on her arm while her armpit crushes your entire body from above. Sandra flexes her arm, which pins you tight against her pit. Too tight, you can't even move! You lay there, her hairy armpit mashing down on you completely pinned. After about 10 minutes of this her arm relaxes again, she must be ready for you to start. This time you have gravity on your side, you're pulling down, and can kind of put your weight into it. The second armpit only takes you about an hour. By the last hair you're so exhausted you can barely pull, it takes you a few tries to successfully pluck it, After doing so you immediately collapse, completely spent. You feel Sandra roll over finally and your whole world spins as she does so. Once again you are now laying face down on her armpit with her arm pinning you there. You hear Sandra exclaim "I think he's done!" Jade Replies, "Well in that case mom..."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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