Hello you naughty girls and boys.
Christopher has spent the night locked inside the table, between Helga's legs. A new day is about to dawn. What's next for poor Christopher?
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He had been buried alive. He could feel the coffin tight around his body. It was pitch black but that hardly mattered as there wouldn't be much to see. How long had he been here? He remembered hearing cracks in the coffin and he was sure some dirt had already spilled inside.
But who did this, and why? And then his thoughts were interrupted when he felt something on his face. No, maybe he made a mistake. But there it was again. It was something small and thin. And then it moved against his chin.
It must have been a worm. They didn't waste any time did they. And then he felt another. He was noticing more of them now, and they were crawling all over his face. More and more kept slipping and sliding. He was rather disgusted by the sensation.
And then he felt one enter his nose. He tried snorting to blow it away or at least make it want to leave but it didn't work. Instead he felt more worms moving into his nostrils. Others moved across his lip and tried to wiggle into his mouth. He was becoming frantic. He felt them at his eyes, nose, and mouth. It was an invasion! As he opened his mouth to scream, the worms just poured inside filling his mouth and crawling all over his tongue!
And he woke up with a start.
It took Christopher a few seconds to truly collect his bearings. He was still trapped within the massage table, his head above while his body was underneath in a near kneeling position, hands cuffed behind his back and ankles cuffed together. He was thankful for the pillow but now he was reminded of how wet it still was. And of course his head and face were still trapped within Helga's large, hairy crotch as she slept.
He was the reason the pillow was wet. It had taken awhile for Helga to truly fall asleep, and all during that time he had been gently licking her hairy pussy. She had already told him he wasn't allowed to stop licking and sleep until she was asleep, and it was also clear that if she was awake she expected his tongue to be working.
So when she did fall asleep he wanted to be sure she didn't wake up unnecessarily. He already had some concerns that if he could fall asleep and she woke without somehow waking him in the process, how bad that might be for him. So once he felt it safe he tried his best to relax and get some much needed rest.
It wasn't easy, but eventually he drifted off. However he awoke when he had an urgent need to relieve himself. He hadn't been to the bathroom since yesterday afternoon before he had been locked into the table. Since then he had given Enza her second massage. He then fell asleep in the table as soon as she left and was awoken by Helga. Then Helga had put him through the ringer and he had been left in the table as she slept for the night.
And let's not forget he had already been forced to swallow a bottleful of her piss. So it was no surprise that he himself now had to pee. But that was a problem as he was still trapped.
He could of course wake Helga, but he feared that wouldn't be helpful and only make matters worse. She had little compassion for him so he wouldn't be surprised if she denied him any release from the table or went to any effort to care for his situation. And if she was upset at being awakened? Well Christopher already had too much of Helga being upset. It wasn't good for him.
So after some thought while he tried to hold it in, he decided the best course of action was to simply relieve himself where he was. Once he decided, he tried to open his knees and direct his spray away from him and onto the floor. For a moment he felt defiant. Let Helga find his piss on the floor. It was her fault for the way she treated him. But as his stream splashed on the stone he became concerned it might wake her.
He tried to control it but that just led to more problems and erratic spurts. In the end it was more than a few drips that had landed on the pillow. But there was nothing to be done about it now. So once again he tried to drift off to sleep. And eventually he was successful.
Helga squeezed her thighs together and Christopher was entombed in her muscular flesh. It wasn't the crushing vice he knew she could deliver, but the pressure on the sides of his face was still noticeable. Of course such action blocked out any light and gave him very little room to breathe.
She relaxed a little but not quite enough to allow access to fresh air. Another squeeze followed. This one lasted a little longer and then another one immediately followed. By the third squeeze, he was running out of air.
When she finally released her grip on his face and allowed him some air, he sucked it in with such force that he pulled a mouthful of her pubic hair along with the life-giving air he needed. He tried to blow the hair back out of his mouth but wasn't meeting with much success.
While he was still catching his breath and trying to remove the unwanted hairs, Helga stirred on the table and her hairy pussy pulled away from him. Some shifting and creaking of the table and soon Helga had managed to roll over onto her back.
One of the table motors hummed as Helga inclined the table behind her back. Once she was comfortably reclined she relaxed and with the slightest shift, her hairy pussy was once again covering Christopher's face.
"Good morning. Make me happy."
That was all she said and Christopher found himself once again putting his tongue to Helga's hairy pussy. He didn't know if it had to do with the morning hours, the sleep she had, or less likely a compassion for Christopher and all he had already been forced to do, but this time Helga was much more gentle, allowing Christopher to do the work, but without the crushing and smothering of his earlier efforts.
It was hard to envision Helga as gentle, but he couldn't deny a selfish appreciation for making his job at least a little easier. And the puss in his face, while still an overwhelming jungle, still had a much cleaner scent than when he was first forced against it.
It may have taken a longer time to satisfy her, but she eventually reached a somewhat lazy orgasm. While she was gentle for most of his work, she still gave a powerful crush to his face and head just before she reached her zenith.
Now he was licking her as she came back down and hoped she would soon move the hairs from his face. He also still needed out of the table, but he had no idea just what Helga had planned. Unfortunately Helga didn't pull herself and her hairs away, but rather she pushed forward and pressed herself rather hard against his face.
"Fresh wine. You drink. After, we get you out of table."
Christopher wasn't fully prepared when Helga's hot piss began spraying into his mouth and hitting the back of his throat. But while he struggled to swallow the vile liquid as best he could he was relieved to hear that he would finally be allowed out of the table.
The table had been his prison for over twelve hours at a conservative estimation. He wasn't expecting to be 'let go' but even just being released from the table would be a huge relief. He was still Helga's prisoner but being freed from the table was a beginning.
He tried to focus on his table release, but it wasn't easy keeping up with the flow of Helga's piss. This wasn't a matter of drinking from a bottle. This was more like a powerful hose, but he didn't get to just sip from the stream, but rather he was expected to swallow the entire volume.
