"Total Drama's Hot Haunted Halloween Party"
Rated M
Fandom: Total Drama, Total Drama Presents: The Ridonculous Race
Pairing: Rock/Kelly (My favorite OTP, oh and UWF4E's favorite pairing too), so much pairings that I can't even put in here.
Characters: Rock, Kelly, Taylor, Spud, Dwayne Sr., Dwayne Jr. (Ok, I'm not gonna list all of them, so we'll pretty much put down everybody, as long as Rock and Kelly are the main focus on this fic, because we thought of it)
Summary: Geoff is throwing a big huge Halloween Party for everyone who's competed in Total Drama and Ridonculous Race, and yet so far, the fun is just getting started. Especially with all the sex, drinking and fights that goes on and such. For these wild guests though, they're here to make sure the party never ends! Features multiple shippings, both canon and fanon.
Disclaimer: We do not, and WE REPEAT, we do not own anything associated with the Total Drama series or its spinoff The Ridonculous Race. Since it's pretty much the Halloween season, we figured we give you some hot smoking Kelly/Rock smutness just to keep you all occupied. It may not be scary, but it's still gonna contain enough hotness that will make you all hot and bothered. So here you all go everyone.
Chapter 12
"So, you know the rules, right Gwen?" LeShawna said to Gwen.
"Oh yeah, I got you crystal clear." Gwen nodded while gripping her hot sauce in hand, "Whoever downs her bottle of hot sauce fast without breaking even once gets Chris's entire hot sauce collection."
LeShawna grinned in return, "Just so you know, I've never had a girl beat me in hot sauce drinking before."
"Says the woman who couldn't beat Owen drinking cockroach juice." Gwen smirked back, referring to that little callback back at Total Drama Island.
"Uh huh, big talk from a girl who couldn't handle drinking out of a toilet!" LeShawna chuckled a bit, adding insult to injury from that embarrassing moment.
Gwen found herself blushing a bit shameful, knowing she did anything to regret that dare that she had taken a long time ago.
"Alright boys, you got the timers ready?" LeShawna said.
Cody and Harold immediately nodded over to their dates, clinching their stopwatches as tightly as they ever could.
"Okay, ready… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… drink!" Harold shouted right away as the timer started, forcing LeShawna and Gwen to quickly uncap their bottles and chug their respective hot sauce down their throats.
And they chugged it down as fast as they could, not even taking in a breather, all except for the fact that the inside of their throats were busy being flooded with pure hot sauce fluid. And it was quite the spicy kind of hot sauce of course, which would explain why both of the bottles they were drinking out of were basically habanero-flavored.
While LeShawna seemed to not have a problem with her hot sauce, Gwen was struggling as hell trying to down her bottle, mostly because of the intense habanero flavor that was burning her throat. But at least it was way better than drinking out of a foul-smelling toilet that reeked of ass. That unfortunately wasn't saying much considering that Gwen's face was now starting to turn red with her eyes tearing up from the intense heat that she struggled to endure.
Cody noticed that pain right away from Gwen's face, knowing that she was having a hard time trying to withstand all of the flavorful pain burning from her throat. He wanted to throw out the towel for Gwen's sake, but doing that in front of her would probably have Gwen get mad at him for thinking that she herself was nothing but a quitter. Gwen had no choice but to keep on chugging until her bottle of habanero hot sauce was empty like Owen's brain. It was no surprise that LeShawna finally cleared her bottle of hot sauce first, slamming it down on the table before Gwen dropped her bottle to the floor, causing the bottle to break completely. But it was to only hold her entire neck in pain, spitting out some of the hot sauce violently as a sign that she couldn't take anymore of the agony that had befell her right now.
It was enough for both Cody and Harold to stop their watches right away and end this contest immediately so that Cody could go check on Gwen while Harold went to LeShawna's side, mostly to raise her hand in victory.
"There you go, the winner of this little hot sauce drinking contest," Harold paused for a little bit before shouting, "The luscious LeShawna!"
"Yeah, that's right, baby! LeShawna's reignin' supreme!" LeShawna said to herself, relishing in her celebration.
Gwen on the other hand was still spitting out some of the spicy habanero contents, which still was hurting her throat intensely. And not to mention it was still burning her lips, as well as it made her sweat painfully.
"Well, I hope you're all happy and all that," Cody said to both Harold and LeShawna, "Gwen needs some help here."
Gwen immediately leaned up to Cody and said strugglingly, "I… I'll be fine, Cody… I just didn't expect it to be hot."
"I'm gonna get you some cold water, just stay right there." Cody said to Gwen before he frantically ran right out of the room, obviously to find a very cold jus of water for Gwen to chug in.
"Well, it sucks to be Gwen." LeShawna said to Harold.
"No kidding," Harold nodded before smirking, "Shall we celebrate milady?"
"Go right ahead, sugar baby." LeShawna nodded before hopping on Harold's shoulders, bridal-style.
But when LeShawna did that however, the weight of her body immediately dropped down all over Harold, therefore hurting his back!
"GOSH!" Harold said, shouting in pain.
"Yeah, I should've never done that." LeShawna gulped in embarrassment before shrugging, "You know what, maybe I'll carry you instead. I'll see what I can do to make that back better, baby."
"Yeah, I like that so much." Harold nodded while still in pain, "I don't know what I was thinking lifting you up like that!"
It didn't take too long for LeShawna and Harold to move somewhere to another room, which obviously happened to be downstairs. The room they ended up in looked more like a odd sex dungeon filled with nothing more than chains, whips, gag-balls, handcuffs, paddles, strap-ons, the whole entire kit and kaboodle. Plus it also had a large bed for Harold to rest on since LeShawna managed to place him nicely to where he can rest his back on the soft bedding itself.
"There you go, baby. You comfy?" LeShawna smirked out of comfort.
"Oh, very well." Harold nodded with a thumbs up, "This bed makes it less painful though."
LeShawna then nodded out, "Well then, you just rest up. I'll be back to give you something very special."
Harold nodded right away before LeShawna left towards the closet, slamming the huge closet door behind her therefore leaving Harold to analyze the S&M-inspired room he suddenly found himself in. Something about the room he was in felt a little cold to Harold, let alone feel a little bothered by the dark, demented, sexualized setting itself.
"Why do I get the feeling I'm gonna get punished…?" Harold immediately thought to himself, suddenly fearing the worst that was gonna happen to him.
Harold remained on the bed for about 20 minutes of waiting before LeShawna finally came out of the closet. The nerd immediately heard the door open, forcing him to turn his head over to her.
"Ah, about time." Harold sighed, "What really took you-"
Harold somehow cut himself off immediately once he saw LeShawna wearing what seemed to be a Storm-inspired bustier with white high-heeled boots, while panty hose, white latex gloves and a whip for good measure. The nerd's eyes found themselves bulging out of his glasses, nearly coming this close to breaking his entire specs in one sitting.
"WOW!" Harold said, feeling captivated by LeShawna's dominating appearance.
Knowing he was already enjoying her newfound intimidating appearance, LeShawna exchanged a demented smirk at him before saying, "Well, you must be a bad boy to be waiting like that, huh?"
"Oh yeah, I definitely have…" Harold said, nodding his head uncontrollably.
LeShawna replied with a nod, "Well, before we begin, how about we remove that costume you're wearing and make this interesting?"
"I like the way you're thinking, LeShawna." Harold nodded back before LeShawna silenced him first-hand.
"Oh, please. Call me Mistress LeShawna."
The Nerd replied back with a grin, "As you wish, Mistress LeShawna!"
"Good boy!" LeShawna smirked before giving him an unexpected tongue kiss.
The kiss he felt was everything Harold expected from her: Warm, juicy and delicious to the touch. It was almost like biting into an insatiable apple with all the sweetness added to the kiss. It lasted only a few minutes though before LeShawna's hand suddenly found himself stroking the nerd's bulge back and forth, making him extremely hard enough for the tent in his pants to stretch out through the lower body in his costume. This interested her so much that she ripped a part of his costume to where Harold's rock-hard erection emerged from the tight blue fabric. LeShawna smirked in awe to see Harold's 9 inch boner standing tall and hung like the strongest elm tree there ever was.
"Well well well, looks like the Blue Ranger's sporting one blue boner, huh?" The mistress in white smirked, gripping his cock extra hard, "I think I can fix that."
And she did just that as LeShawna proceeded to take that thick phallus she had gripping in her hand and stroke it nice and firm just to get that pulsating feeling. No doubt Harold was enjoying himself from the incredible grip-like strokes LeShawna continuously managed to perform nonstop. She got him so hard enough that LeShawna used her tongue to tease the nerd's phallic head, hence why the lustful chills were so strong enough to make Harold moan with complete satisfaction.
"Ohhhh man…" The nerd shuddered nicely before asking her, "Please don't tease me for long…"
Thankfully, LeShawna managed to get right to the point as she took her lips for a test drive, driving her entire face down his cock nicely yet gently so that she wouldn't have to choke on it in one sitting. She proceeded to bob her head repeatedly in order to juice down every inch she could completely fit right inside her mouth. LeShawna proceeded to suck him dry with every second passing of this amazing experience, not even stopping to take in one breather or break. She began to pick up speed even more, bobbing her head faster and faster on that cock until a glaze of pre-cum was immediately oozing from his phallic head.
"LeShawna… I'm gonna cum!" Harold said, hissing violently as he was about to reach his early climax.
However, LeShawna had other plans for Harold though as she let go of his cock with a nice pop before smirking right up towards him with a shake of her head, "Uh uh, you don't get to cum until I say you can, my pet."
"Yes, Mistress… don't want to rush the first time." Harold nodded back reassuringly.
"That's what I'm talking about." LeShawna nodded before saying, "Now keep still so I can shut that mouth of yours."
It wasn't long before Harold immediately kept his mouth shut as LeShawna promised him to do. Of course she would take that command seriously once LeShawna grabbed what seemed to be a big pumpkin-spiced gagball, which she strapped around Harold's entire mouth leaving him unable to talk or scream or even let out a single gasp. It was exactly the kind of image that LeShawna needed to make Harold silent with pleasure.
With all the smirks she had been putting around her face, LeShawna let out a stern look before clutching her whip and shouting, "Okay, white boy, bend yourself the hell over. You've been a very bad boy!"
Harold felt quite hesitant at the tone of LeShawna's voice, forcing himself to turn around and bend over with his bony yet firm butt sticking out like the dog that he was. The position was perfect enough for LeShawna to see as she clenched that whip tightly and without no sudden warning whatsoever, she struck that whip across Harold's ass so loud that it bothered the nerd's fragile little ears as a result!
?MMMMMMMM!" Harold muffled in intense pain, obviously responding from that hard lash.
LeShawna leaned down and smirked maliciously, "You love it when I punish that ass of yours?"
Although he couldn't say anything at all thanks to that sweet-tasting gagball in his mouth, Harold did manage to nod with a single yes.
"Well, that's good." LeShawna nodded before saying, "Because I ain't finished yet."
The nerd immediately gulped out of shock before LeShawna once again clutched that whip in her hand and whipped his ass once more, making Harold scream through his gagball again. She continued to whip him very good, getting harder and harder and harder until Harold's ass turned into a mixture of purple and red. Harold couldn't even possibly tell if he was getting bruises or scars, but either way, he was quite feeling it all around.
The whipping lasted for a good few minutes until LeShawna decided to lay off for once and turn Harold right over on his back. Just exactly the position LeShawna needed to pull her stuff on him. She however decided to tease him though first by using her own hands to play with the lacy white panties she sported through her dominatrix gear. Harold, who was still muffling through his ballgag, watched in pure delight as LeShawna stood over his body crotch-first and slipped her panties gently down her legs, letting the nerd gaze over her amazing tight womanhood like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Oh my goodness…" Harold thought to himself, still amazed of how shaved LeShawna looked.
LeShawna nodded once more as she said, "Hope you're ready for this, it'll be worth the weight."
Harold nodded once more before he felt his pelvis being crushed down by the mass of LeShawna's ass weight, nearly hiding his entire cock on impact. The soul sister in white proceeded to slam her hips repeatedly all over his studded phallus, thumping very loudly to a big sexual beat as if it moved to its own seductive rhythm. Harold's pelvis was slowly turning into dust with each possible thud, forcing his entire cock to be swollen from the entire piledriving pain. Yet he somehow liked it since with each pounding thud that LeShawna's ass did, it would build a lot more pressure from his cock making him throb even more harder than ever.
"Oh fuck, she's so tight…!" Harold thought to himself once more, moaning from the hard thuds that LeShawna continued to do on him. Besides the fact that LeShawna was still riding him though, the nerd instantly looked up to see how well LeShawna's entire cleavage jiggled nicely from that white bustier. It appeared that the more they flopped, the more likely they were looking to pop out of that bustier itself. With Harold's luck, they surprisingly managed to pop out of that tight white bustier, exposing her large breasts jiggling right in front of the satisfied nerd.
"Aw yeah…" He thought to himself yet again right before LeShawna noticed him getting a little breathless about her exposed hooters.
"You like these big fucking tits, baby?" LeShawna smirked slyly before asking, "I bet you like them up close and personal in your face, huh?"
It didn't take too long for Harold to furiously nod to that question, which was enough for LeShawna to bend her chest all the way down and smother his face with pure boobage, all while continuing to ride his hard throbbing erection all the way to kingdom come. The nerd was literally pinned right to the bed with not even one section to breathe or barely any room to breathe at all. So far, that was working right in LeShawna's entire favor as she continued to use her ass to pound down Harold's cock into submission while continuing to suffocate his entire face with her big chest. At this point, she probably didn't care if her nerdy boy toy passed out from that kind of suffocation as long as it brought a smile to Harold's gag-ball covered face. And even though he couldn't smile at all due to the ball in his mouth, he felt the inside of himself smile.
"I can't believe I'm in heaven right now…" Harold thought once more, obviously losing breath from her entire cleavage. It was clear from the smile on LeShawna's face that Harold found himself addicted to the feeling of her giant titties smothering him nonstop until he couldn't even breathe on the spot. In fact, Harold found his entire limbs go limp on him right away, therefore inching him very close to unconsciousness than he suddenly realized.
LeShawna wouldn't allow that to happen though as she thought of other plans for the brutally tortured Harold himself. It wouldn't be long before she decided to get off of his lap and approach his neck from behind, proceeding to wrap her large strong legs around his entire nerdy head. She then proceeded to crunch his entire neck together between her thighs and trap him completely with a brutal headscissors, literally suppressing his entire skull just like an untrappable vise grip. And no doubt that cringing feeling gave Harold quite an uncontrollable headache at first, possibly due to the intense pressure LeShawna's entire thighs wes building around his head. This resulted in Harold gasping and choking uncontrollably for air even though he continued to still have that gagball right around his mouth. Not even taking that gagball anymore though, LeShawna decided to strip that ball off of Harold's mouth and throw it right away, leaving Harold to breathe even though he barely couldn't.
"Thank… you… acccck… LeShawna…" Harold grunted painfully.
"Hey, did I say you can talk?" LeShawna spoke with such a stern warning, "I don't think so, slave. You talk when I want you to!"
It was because of that unexpected disobedience that LeShawna squeezed her thighs even more tighter around his neck, making Harold gag uncontrollably and his face to swell up like a bloated balloon. At that point, LeShawna would have been concerned for Harold's well-being and safety after enduring so much intense pain, but it was very clear from her demented standpoint that Harold's pain was starting to be her personal pleasure. Heck, LeShawna didn't even exactly care if this kind of head-crunching would make Harold end up in a hospital bed. She wanted to keep using her legs to strangle his neck until she felt bored and did not want to do it anymore. And Harold couldn't take it anymore himself, which would explain why he tapped furiously into submission. Although his erection did in fact get a bit harder just being choked between her luscious thighs, so it was a plus for him even if it was still bad regardless.
"Ack... I'm... uh… I'm… sorry…*gasp*... Mis… ugh… mistress..." The nerd gasped, continuing to struggle for air very tightly.
"Uh uh uh, slave." LeShawna shook his head, "You didn't say the safe word."
Harold immediately choked again by saying, "You didn't tell me about a safe word…!"
LeShawna then let out a grin, "C'mon, you possibly know what it is, slave. You call me that all the time."
"You… you mean 'Pumpkin'?" Harold said, violently croaking.
LeShawna shook her head by saying, "Nope, guess again."
"Is it 'Angel'?" Harold replied as he continued to croak.
"Try again!" LeShawna said, continuing to crunch his neck even harder.
Harold's face found itself turning blue due to the increased strangulation from LeShawna's legs. He was completely helpless to do anything at this point. So he had to come up with something, alas, a single word that will at least get him out at the last second before he keeled over stone cold dead.
"Fine, I give up, my sweet Luscious LeShawna!" Harold screamed out in pain.
Not even being affected by what Harold said, LeShawna immediately shrugged before saying, "Close enough then."
It wasn't long before LeShawna finally released her headscissor hold, allowing Harold to finally breathe for his own sake and safety. Without a doubt, the damage she did was definitely bone-crunching at best, looking more like a screwed busted-up slinky. No doubt she was quite proud of her work on him. But he knew deep down LeShawna was far from done with him when it came to his broken and bruised body.
"I'll give you a couple of moments to breathe," said LeShawna, "But don't think I'm done with you just yet."
Harold found himself groaning before saying, "That hardly gives me any time at all!"
"Maybe, but trust me on this, this stuff's gonna get goddamn good." LeShawna said, clutching her whip once more. "Now it's time to put some more weight down on your ass. Turn around."
The nerd wasted no time turning around, although a bit slowly since he was still in pain. LeShawna smirked as ever seeing Harold getting laid on his stomach, which was the perfect position the luscious LeShawna needed to his advantage.
Without any warning at all, LeShawna used every ounce of her weight to land on top of Harold's spine, literally breaking it in an instant.
"AUUUUUUUUGH!" The Nerd screamed intensely, drowning out LeShawna's entire ears.
"Hey, did I tell you you can scream?!" LeShawna asked him angrily, "Not while I'm around! Time to break out that ballgag again!"
LeShawna, with just one swipe of her hand, managed to get the ballgag and placed it back around Harold's mouth, shutting him up just to keep her ears safe and scream-free. With Harold feeling more quiet than ever, this left LeShawna to stand right back up again only for her to drop her weight on top of the nerd's spine one more time, breaking it again. Harold continued to muffle in intense pain, obviously feeling like he was getting run over by a pickup truck going 250 mph. Or perhaps carrying an entire fridge all by themselves with its back getting wrenched and broken just by holding up all that weight. That's how it felt to Harold. The longer he continued to feel that pain, the more likely he was unable to move.
"You love it when I crush your bones, don't you?" LeShawna said, asking her slave a bit nicely yet a lot maliciously.
Harold nodded in pain as he said through his gagball, "Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm!" ("Yes, but I can't move at all! It hurts!")
"You know, if you're still hurting, then don't worry. It'll all be over before you know it." LeShawna warned him right away, "Now keep holding still. I want to try something new."
Harold didn't even want to think twice what LeShawna was gonna do with him next. He hoped that whatever it was, it would be at least less painful than what he went through. It would prove to get extra worse for Harold though as he gulped through his gagball to see LeShawna return to the scene with a dark brown strapon worn right between the legs. Yeah, it was definitely gonna be hell for him once he saw that strapon close up.
"I hope you're ready for this, slave." The demented soul sister smirked evilly.
The only thing Harold could do now at this point was to hope the pain was less likely to hurt only a bit less and get it over with in a fast and quick way. That definitely wasn't LeShawna's intention at all though as she looked to apply the lube all around her strapon. She stroked it back and forth to make sure that the rest of the nine-inch strapon was all but lubed up all around. She then proceeded to have her nerdy slave bent over on all fours with his firm bony ass literally stuck in the air.
Before Harold could even ask what was going on, he felt a hurtful groan break through his mouth as he felt the slow insertion of her strapon buried gently deep around his opening. By goodness did that feeling hurt Harold by a long shot. It kept hurting him non-stop once LeShawna thrusted right through him without any ease, not even stopping one bit to her liking. She picked up speed every single minute that wasted, leaving Harold's tight little hole to get even more sore and aching than he realized. But hopefully, those thrusts began to get a little less painful for the nerd, which isn't saying much since he was still struggling to endure those painful insertions caused by LeShawna's strapon.
"Mmmmm mmmmmm, mmmmmmm…!" Harold immediately muffled, obviously forming tears of pain from his eyes. ("Ohhh it hurts!")
"Yeah, you like getting fucked?!" LeShawna said in a demanding yet threatening tone, "You like this goddamn strapon plugging your ass?!"
Harold didn't respond to that one bit knowing how painfully hurt he was becoming around his bottom, especially when LeShawna smacked his ass violently to the point that the sound was hurting Harold's fragile ears. She kept on doing it again, and again, and again until Harold's bony ass was so red and sore that he could hardly feel his ass or the pain caused by her strapon. The nerd was quite thankful that LeShawna ended up spanking him non-stop, because at this point, he would rather feel the wrathful spankings of her hand other than a painful butt-plugging over and over again. Despite that, all of that increased thrusting however started to make Harold's member pulsate out of control as if LeShawna's thrusting strapon somehow got his throbbing phallus aroused to the brink of orgasm.
"Mmmmmm mmmmmm!" He muffled loudly. ("LeShawna!")
"You say something, slave?!" LeShawna said, lending her hand to her ear.
All Harold could do right now was muffle over and over again until LeShawna finally decided to reach right over to his mouth and strip off the ball-gag.
She then threw it away before asking Harold, "What is it?"
"LESHAWNA, I'M GONNA-!"
Before Harold could even say that final word however, he threw out a monstrous moan completely as he felt a jolt of cum shoot out of his phallic head and soak right through the mattress, leaving out a very large stream in its wake. It was clear that all of that intense butt-plugging he felt left a very sensitive mark around his pulsating member, getting banged so much that it forced him to cum all over as a result. LeShawna looked quite satisfied by the mess that her slave had made in the process. No doubt with the rough dominance she did all over him, Harold looked very exhausted, shit-faced and flat-out beat like he was walking toward a 1,000 degree sun.
LeShawna didn't look too phased by him though as she uttered out in inhumane fashion, "I'll give you a quick rest, then I'm gonna continue what we started."
Hearing this coming from her forced Harold to groan out, "C'mon, I'm basically broken from head to toe here! Can't we just-"
"I will allow no complaints, slave!" The soul sister pointed to him aggressively, "I'll be done when I say I'm done! You got that, you weak little whiteboy?"
"Y… yes, Mistress LeShawna…" Harold replied while nearly crying his eyes out.
"Good!" LeShawna said before finally stripping off the strap-on and putting it away, "Since you managed to last this long without giving up, I'll finally make this easy for you, Harold. I'm gonna let you fuck me this time."
It wasn't long before the nerd immediately rejoiced with safety, "Oh, thank you, my dear mistress. Anything to get rid of the pain I'm in!"
"Of course." LeShawna nodded before rushing right over to the bed stand and finally untying the handcuffs around Harold's wrists.
The nerd never felt so free to finally move around, yet there was still one problem though. And that was the fact that Harold found himself unable to move due to the fact that LeShawna's entire weight landed right on his lower back/spine early back. That of course, resulted in his entire spine being broken as a result.
"Okay, I think you really did a number on me." Harold said, hissing in pain, "I'm not sure if I'm gonna screw you in this state I'm in!"
LeShawna shrugged out to him, "Well, just try anything you can. Just don't move around a lot!"
"That… that kinda works for me actually. Thanks." Harold nodded back.
With the damage-ridden nerd still laid out on the mattress, this forced LeShawna to carefully stand on top of his head before gently managing to sit down on top of his face, literally forcing Harold's entire mouth to tickle around LeShawna's entire tight clit in return. No doubt his tongue seemed very ticklish as well, licking around every vaginal fold just to make LeShawna moan and gush out of pure enjoyment. That kind of tongue Harold possessed aroused LeShawna right to the core, which of course would lead her to tug right at his cock, stroking it once again just to keep him hard and not limp as always. Harold immediately buried his entire tongue deep inside her clit, just to take an even muskier taste of LeShawna that only he wanted to provide for himself. Better yet, he was even penetrating his tongue around her nice and easy, trying to chew out every pink morsel he could until he couldn't even munch and eat her out anymore.
"Mmmmm, that tongue feels so damn good, slave." LeShawna smirked down to him lustfully, all before she looked down to her hardened cock one more time, "Since you were able to last this long, I'm gonna give you a special reward."
As Harold still continued to eat her pussy up without even stopping at all, the luscious dominatrix in white proceeded to move her chest up to his cock, smushing his manhood nicely before proceeding to shift up and down repeatedly. The feeling of LeShawna's massive breasts crushing his tall bony cock like two wrecking balls forced Harold to let out a very lustful hiss in response, which was barely even heard at all since the nerd's tongue was still shoved deep down LeShawna's entire clit. That definitely helped ease down the moans a bit, although it definitely didn't stop LeShawna from increasing the speed to that incredible titfuck she continued giving him. And going fast and furious managed to help right away, as it continued to build pressure toward his cock, stroking him long enough so that he could finally build up the precum that was leaking again in his cock. It continued to build up even more for a good minute until Harold felt a sudden vibration coming along in his smushed-up cock.
"Oh damn it, I'm gonna blow. GOSH!" Harold shrieked out violently, enduring what was about to come next.
And what came next was the biggest explosion he ever felt coming right between his eyes. LeShawna watched in amazement as a heavy load burst off from the head of his cock, shooting high up in the air like an explosive geyser. He kept on exploding for a good several seconds, even going so far for his silky jizz to land around a good portion of LeShawna's entire forehead and part of her lips. But she did manage to get herself a good taste of his seed soaking around his lips, which felt a bit oily and salty, but got a little sweet when it came to its delicious aftertaste. His orgasm continued for another good minute before Harold got himself exhausted so much, he literally passed out not just from the pressure, but the pain as well.
With the nerd passed out from both pain AND pressure, LeShawna straightened up herself before she immediately got off from the mattress and changed back to her costume. But not without looking down at Harold with yet another demented style.
"I gotta tell you, you were the best slave I've ever had, sugar." The soul sister winked.
"Thanks!" Harold nodded weakly, trying to make sure the pain didn't hurt him too much, "I'd get out of this bed too, but I'm not lying, you kinda put a hurting on me."
"Yeah, that really proved my toughness over you." LeShawna nodded, "Anyway, I'm going back to the party. If you're recovered fast enough, maybe you can join back up with me for a drink."
The nerd managed to nod slowly by saying, "That would be just fine…"
"Don't rest too long, okay sugar?" LeShawna winked once again before she immediately left the sex dungeon on her own leaving Harold all alone by himself.
He attempted to move the best that he could, but all Harold could do was nothing more than weeble and wobble on that mattress of his. Still obviously sore from the pain he felt thanks to the ever-dominant hands of LeShawna.
All Harold felt was himself uttering helplessly, "Okay, somebody really needs to help me out here…"
Yikes, I swear, this was like the longest chapter we definitely came up with and such, but at least we got it done just to please you LeShawna/Harold lovers.
You want to know what will happen next in the story, huh? Well, you'll probably have to wait next chapter, for it keeps getting hotter than ever. Until then, don't forget to read and review, my fellow readers. See ya.