Father William slipped deeply into a purgatorial coma and Imogen started to panic. The boat races would finish soon and the grand unveiling of the new exhibit was decidedly in jeopardy. She started to consider her options and none looked very bright. Since her foreheads affair with the hammer and chisel Imogen had found thinking somewhat difficult and although she had some idea of her Mentors concept to complete it with any form of acceptability was quite beyond her dexterous skills. Moments of crisis called for solutions that dared the inconceivable and even as she urinated in total confusion a small glint of hope pried its way into her almost dormant brain. She turned to stare Alice directly eye to eye and in a whistling monotone, the best her pierced lips and dull intellect could manufacture beggared a solution.
"Look bitch, you have two choices. Either you help me finish this exhibit or I make your ass and cunt into one large freeway for the whole Queens navy to utilize en masse."
Alice pondered the options carefully. Being gangbanged by a seething mob of sailors was quite appealing, especially if they were particularly smelly and rough. Having the largest orifice imaginable was also a plus. Being able to insert full size bowling balls and fire them at will down the lanes would be undeniably crowd pleasing.
Imogen was unusually dumbfounded. He threat had seemed perfectly balanced between positive and negative yet this hussy was teetering like a Member of the House of Representatives wondering whether to vote yes or nay on a no-brainer. In an attempt to further the discussion Imogen selected the most obviously serrated of Daddy Bills forceps and snapped them onto Alice's left nipple.
"Oh fuck baby, now your talking!" Alice's forehead was straining forward in an attempt to drive the anal hook to as yet uncharted depths of anal ecstasy and her mouth curled into a smile that reminded Imogen starkly of her now unconscious and snoring Daddy.
"Clamp the other one you stupid whore."
Without a thought Imogen obeyed the clear concise instructions and stood silently head bowed to await Alice's retort of thanks or rebuke.
"OH BABY!"
Alice was far to close to utter climactic oblivion to pay any attention to anything but the last desperate stretch needed to plunge from the precipice where she teetered to the orgasmically turgid waters below.
"FUCK ME YOU STUPID WHORE!"
Imogen looked around frantically for some aid in her appointed task and settled on the robust Bavarian sausage that had awaited Father William's dissection and consumption for post Episcopal lunch. Alice's protestations had reached the pitch where further consideration was verging on cruel and unnecessary punishment so Imogen presented a convex end to its sopping target and thrust wholeheartedly.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK."
The flood gates that had held the intense pressure of Alice's considerable fluid reservoir disintegrated in an expulsion of such magnitude that Imogen had to brace herself to avoid being washed away by the seemingly unending stream. Every wave forced the rapidly dissolving Aryan lunch to virtual escape but gritting her teeth and zipping her tongue Imogen pushed the meat plug back into the yawning cavernous depths.
Alice's eventual decision was esoterically textured but driven by a practical need. Her pulsing vaginal muscles had so pulverized the Bavarian penetrative that the thick skin had split and her being was in imminent danger of being impregnated with a mixture of Germanic fervor and self produced lubricant.
You want my hands. I need your tongue!"
The remark might have seemed ambiguous to the less carnally aware, but Imogen possessed, even in her post procedural condition, an excellent grasp of perversion and set about a deep and expansive rooting within Alice's procreative anatomy. Alice for her part tried to remain suitably aloof and concentrated her rippling muscles on pushing any alien matter to a point accessible to Imogen's pleasingly thorough cleansing. After a few minutes Imogen was able to reappear from the shadows with only the slightest trace of meat smeared around her lips or trapped between the steel armature of her lingual augmentation.
Detached from her hair the anal hook released from Alice's tightly gripping sphincter with a satisfying pop and once Imogen had removed the cute leather bracelets from her wrists Alice lowered her feet to the floor. Obliged to lean awhile on the gurney whilst her thighs ceased convulsing Alice proudly celebrated the uncorking of her rectum in the socially proscribed fashion.
"Nice one!"
Imogen giggled quite captivatingly between sucking her teeth clean.
