Cast Away 2: The Brat's Pink Suitcase of Wonders

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

Tom woke up when narrow rays of sunlight poked through the gaps in the small shelter and fell onto his face. It was incredible, how hot it already was, shortly after the sunrise. He was lying on his side and felt one of Cindy's feet pressed against his balls, while the other one pinned his dick against his stomach, hard from the morning wood.

The lad had constructed the shelter just large enough for two people to fit next to each other. His female companion, however, insisted that he was sleeping at her feet in front of the entry, perpendicular to her. As a result, he couldn't really stretch out his legs or back and her feet kept kicking his bare manhood regularly, both on purpose or involuntarily.

Tom had given up arguing and complaining a long time ago. The first couple of days, his balls had been a constant mess. Whenever he raised his voice to her or didn't fulfill her demands, she wreaked havoc on his sensitive manhood. It had been hard for him to burry his male pride and the urge to be in charge, given that he was the one bringing all the skills and doing all the work in their new home.

But complying to her significantly shortened the time that he spent on the floor, clutching his testicles. Having more time to work, meant better satisfaction for Cindy, which in turn meant being busted less. It was a slippery slope, if this didn't work out. Lately, however, he actually had achieved to make her happy enough that she was mostly busting his balls for fun, not for punishment or motivation.

It was still a lot, though, as the girl was bored to death and seemed to spend most of the day thinking about mean pranks and funny games that happened to always target his exposed manhood. He couldn't really blame her, given the fact that he was always fully nude and almost constantly had a hard-on, due to her constant blue-balling and nudity. It was probably just as impossible for her, not kicking his balls that openly dangled in front of her the whole time, as it was for him to not stare at her boobs with the pink nipples, her smooth crotch that by now was covered by short, fuzzy hair and her perfect, tight butt.

Tom opened his eyes and took a good look at the half-naked body of the girl in front of him. She was on her back and her knees pointed up a bit, to effortlessly maintain the pressure on his genitals with the help of gravity. The advantage of his sleeping position was, that he could always take a good look at her body from below. His shirt, which was still the only thing she had on, had significantly bleached over the last half month or so, since they arrived. She was still wearing it only to support and push up her boobs.

The demanding urge in Tom's groin was intense. Cindy's toes pressing against it did plenty to get him off. He carefully moved a hand over her foot, and up her shin and knee, unfortunately only reaching the inside of her thigh. With his other hand, he carefully tried to get his hard cock out from under her foot to jerk off. It wouldn't take long anyway, and he never knew if Cindy would allow him to come, whenever he satisfied her.

Suddenly, her other leg was pulled in and thrusted back where it was before. The heel perfectly squished both of his balls in the narrow space between his thighs and pelvis. His hands shot down and grabbed her foot, while he panted in pain. When he tried to pull it away from him, Cindy tensed her leg and increased the pressure, pushing his body back a bit towards the entrance. Tom quickly removed his hands from her foot and started begging for mercy in an incomprehensible mumble.

"Quit jerking off and get me some breakfast", Cindy cut him off without opening her eyes. Her face looked relaxed, as if she was still asleep, but the pressure on his naked, trapped orbs steadily increased. Tom quickly complied and pushed himself up on all fours, relieved, when his balls found space to hang freely. The shelter, made from young bamboo stems that he had split in half lengthwise, had a diagonal roof that rose towards the entry, its highest point about four feet over the ground.

Tom turned and crawled out the entry on all fours. When his upper body was out in the dazzling open, he sensed a quick motion behind him, just before Cindy's foot smacked his balls from below. His face landed in the sand and turned red, when her humiliating giggle followed the kick. The poor guy quickly pushed himself back up and crawled out of her reach, before he sat down and waited for the ache to ebb off.

For a moment, he thought about jerking off secretly in the jungle, but she had caught him before and it hadn't ended well for both his manhood and his dignity. The prolonged mocking and joking had almost been worse than the busting that he had triggered from her.

If Tom wanted her to not start the day with a tendrum, he needed to get food for her, quickly. There was still a nice stack of coconuts next to the small green hut, but if he didn't get her something exciting, she would be angry nevertheless. He picked up his self-made "harpoon-crossbow" and headed down the beach.

The heavy tool in his hand filled him with pride. Years ago, he had seen a similar thing used by fishermen in Vietnam. A kind of crossbow with a strong rubber band to launch off a harpoon under the water. On the island, he had worked on it for days, before it finally fulfilled its duty. All he had used to craft it was two well-shaped driftwood boards, a couple of smaller pieces of wood, three rusty nails from the boards and a large, strong rubber band that he also had found on the beach.

Destiny was clearly a bitch. After he had set out to fight plastic pollution in the pacific ocean, he now spent hours every day walking up and down the waterline, craving for pieces of plastic in all sizes and shapes. The fact that the rubber band wasn't porous and chapped after possibly months or years in the salt water and sun, was insane.

Actually using the harpoon-crossbow was a whole different thing, however, but he had practised a lot. The rubber band, when loaded, was held by one of the nails that he had to pull out of the board from below to trigger it. It was tough to aim at the same time, but sometimes it worked. The thin fishing line, he later found and attached to his single wooden bolt was only about eight feet long, significantly limiting his range. But without that string, the creatures of the sea just swam away with his bolt, which lead to a mix of annoyance and remorse for the unnecessary injury of the animal.

Tom snapped out of his thoughts, when he laid eyes upon a massive, very familiar pink suitcase right in front of his feet. He had been so busy staring at the water line, that he hadn't seen it coming until he almost walked into it. His heart raced. It was the suitcase that had marked his and Cindy's acquaintance. Also, it had saved his life in the ocean after the plane crashed. Algae was attached to or possibly had grown upon the straps and handles.

Tom was hyped to open it and look inside, but he knew that Cindy would be mad and kick in his balls, if he did. Probably she would blame him, if the water had ruined the things inside, and his balls would be in serious trouble for weeks to come. He took the crossbow and bolt in his left hand and lifted the suitcase onto his right shoulder. It was very heavy, but had it been filled with water, he would surely not be able to lift it at all.

When Tom slowly stepped back to the camp, visibly struggling with the weight, Cindy welcomed him with a curious smile. Her usual expression was actually one of arrogace and annoyance, so whenever she genuinely smiled, she was either kicking him in the balls, or actually quite happy.

Tom felt his hard dick swinging from side to side in front of him when he approached her. His balls lightly slapped against his thighs with every step. Due to the heat, they mostly hung very low in his scrotum. The demanding urge in his groin started to actually hurt when he looked at the girl sitting in the sand, fully nude below her chest. Oh, how he wished to relieve the dull pressure in his nuts.

He circled Cindy and tried not to get too close to her with both of his hands obstructed, but the girl jumped up and leaped at him in one quick motion. He should've known that she wouldn't pass on this opportunity. She took a moment to aim and accelerate her foot, having plenty of time before Tom managed to drop his hunting weapon to bring his hand in front of his unprotected groin. Of course, her small foot arrived there at first. His loose balls jumped up with a soft clapping sound and the dull pain radiating into his abdomen had him fall on his knees abruptly.

Before his left hand had reached his aching balls, the heavy hard-case trolley tipped back and he quickly brought his left up to catch it, as the massive box would otherwise probably have broken his legs behind him. Cindy let out a cute squeak of joy, when she found another opportunity right at her feet. Her leg arched back far and exposed her pussy, before another hard kick was launched at his balls. The firm boobs, supported by the shirt, bounced up from their little basket when her stretched foot crashed into his crotch again. Tom just fell to the side and let the suitcase drop on the sand over his head.

After weeks of constant torture, he was surprised that his balls had barely adapted to the pain. Once again, the sensation was absolutely brutal and his vision narrowed, when he almost passed out from the agony. Over his head, he heard the sound of metal zippers and some thick, elastic plastic. It was crazy how much he loved that sound. He was desperate to look up and see what was in the treasure box, but his tender testicles still screamed in pain and kept him pinned in the fetal position.

When the distinct sound of a plastic bag ripped open and the crunching of crisps was carried into his ear, his curiousity exceeded the desire of his body to stay down and he pushed himself up a bit. The suitcase was closed again and Cindy was relishly munching a bag of crisps next to it, sitting on the sand.

Tom's eyes almost dropped from their sockets, when he saw the artificially colorful packaging and the crisps emerging from it, dark red from the spices. His mouth was filled with water in an instant. The coconuts had supplied him with fat and the fish with protein, but the week-long lack of carbs made the snack look like a gift from heaven. He carefully crawled up to her until he was on his knees right in front of her feet, sitting on his calves.

"Can I please have some, too?", he asked as nicely as his greedy organism allowed. Cindy stuffed another few crisps in her mouth and chewed with an extra dose of joy while looking at him, thinking.

"Tell you what: I'll give you one for one hit in the nuts.", she grinned. "But I get to decide, how you get busted." Tom sighted. He had hoped to get a hand full for a single kick, but he didn't bother haggling. It never worked. Nodding quietly, he rose to his feet and spread his legs. Maybe he could take two or three kicks, but his balls already felt very sore on this morning. Actually, this was a stupid price, he thought, but at least he needed the taste in his mouth once. Cindy got up and spread her legs like him. She loved showing off her smooth crotch while going for his junk. Also, getting his dick very hard made it easier for her to aim.

"Actually, I want you to bust yourself. A slap from the side will do. But it has to be hard!", Cindy added, giggling naughtly and placing her hand on her pussy lips. Tom looked at her, confused. This was new. He reached out with his right hand and slapped his low-hanging balls. His reflexes made him break the speed in the last moment, but his right testicle still got a painful hit.

"Uhhhh try again, scaredy cat! I want to hear them clap!", Cindy yelled with disappointment. If this happened again, she would probably just kick him and call off the deal. Tom focused his mind and reached out far with his left, before smashing his balls hard, from the other side as before. His left hand smashed into his tender nuts and just stayed there, while the right one stopped his sudden fall on the sand. He moaned desperately. This time, he had really given his best. The giggle of Cindy raised his hopes that it had been successful. Somehow, this felt much more humiliating than being floored by the girl.

"You dumb fuck, did you just slap your own balls?", the little brat laughed hysterically. "What a dork, hahaha! Here!" Tom looked up just in time to watch a single crisp tossed at him and sail over his head to bump on his butt cheek before landing in the sand. He quickly turned around on all fours and carefully picked it up, blowing off the sand on the downside. Just when he placed it on his tongue, excited for the sensation, Cindy's hard shin shot up in between his legs from behind and almost flipped him over. The nude lad was tossed forward and landed on his stomach, the valuable snack tossed out his mouth and landing in the sand again.

"Fuck... you owe me another one.", Tom complained when he found his high-pitched voice while rolling into the familiar position onto his side.

"A fuck I owe you! Since when do I have to pay to kick your little ballsies.", she hissed back at him in a dangerous voice. Tom quickly shut up to avoid any further provocation.

"Get me a nice fish and maybe you'll get some more. The purple one a few days back was good.", the young woman added, before striding away towards the small stream with the bag in her hand, still munching crisps.

When Tom was finally able to stand, he shortly considered taking a quick look into the suitcase, but he didn't dare. Cindy always knew. She actually seemed to have the super power to forsee all his moves and be prepared for anything. Instead, he picked up the crisp that - after he had placed it on his tongue - was now a bit wet and thus full of sand that didn't just fall off. Tom wiped it off as good as possible with his finger and quickly ate the slice of fried potato. Despite the sand that was now in his teeth, the taste was delicious.

Tom's curiousity about the suitcase ate him up from the inside. But to avoid standing around uselessly, when Cindy came back, he picked up his crossbow and approached the water, limping a bit due to his aching balls. Thankfully, the slightly cooler water of the ocean usually decreased the soreness in his testicles. His best fishing spot was down the beach, close to where the suitcase had stranded. But he didn't want to limp all the way there and as it was almost high tide, he would easily get over the reef at this spot, too.

When the sea water engulfed his body, Tom suddenly felt a lot better. The suitcase had actually been the best news since they had arrived. He really needed to find out, what else was inside. To achive that, he had to treat the brat with something nice.

With powerful strokes of his right arm and rapid kicking of his legs, he pushed himself out, careful not to touch the colorful reef plateau with its sharp edges and occasional sea urchins. Somehow, the exposure of his genitals felt a lot more dangerous and threatening in the ocean. His cock was semi-erect but still pointed out unter him, while his testicles now tighly pressed against his rump between his legs, given his scrotum's reaction to the cool water.

Abruptly, the reef dropped vertically to a sandy floor, about twelve feet deep. In the blur below, he made out a dark shape on the sand, a bit larger than him, with a white tip on its dorsal fin. It was one of the many reef sharks around the island and his insticts triggered a quick rush of adrenaline. But Tom knew that the common fear of sharks was simply inadequate and he relaxed. The wild animal, disturbed by his presence, accelerated and darted out into the dark blue ahead.

The nude lad spotted the melon-sized rock on the sand below that he used to negate the buoyancy of his wooden hunting tool. His muscle memory accurately took care of the following steps. He pulled back the rubber band using both arms and feet and placed the bolt with its split head on the notch that he had carved out over many hours with some sharp rocks. The end of the tough fishing line, attached at the back end of the bolt was tied around his left wrist. Then he took about a dozen deep breaths and dove down to the sandy seafloor. By picking up and penning in the large rock between his thighs, he could lie on the sand with no motion, his right hand ready to pull out the blunted nail that served as a trigger.

Now came the hard part, waiting patiently. Over the last week or so, his ability to hold his breath had improved significantly. Time measurement was an absent concept on the desert island, but he guessed that he could stay down well over two minutes by now, if he didn't move. The plentiful, colorful sea creatures in all sizes distrusted the strange intruder and stayed at distance. After the fifth time that he went back to the surface for air, they finally trusted him to come within his range.

A silverish fish almost a foot long was his first target. Tom aimed at the blur and pulled out the nail. The fish had aldeady darted away when the harpoon shot through the water and veered off course. The soft tug on his left wrist confimed, that he had missed.

Suddenly, Tom felt a motion of the water at his back. Before he could react, the round rock in between his thighs shot up from an unforeseen force. It escaped the hold of his thighs to the front and drove up, crushing his balls against his pelvis. Their tight sack didn't give them any space to escape and the poor guy clearly felt them flattened between his pelvic bone and the hard stone. His lungs emptied in a bubbely scream and he instantly swallowed water and felt nauseous, from both the salt and the emasculating agony in his abdomen.

Rolling into a tight ball, Tom at least didn't drop his crossbow that kindly pulled him up to the surface. When his head broke through and he gasped for air, he was welcomed by Cindy's giggle behind him. It was the very first time that she had actually gone out beyond the reef. Tom released his right hand from his groin and whirled around, still gasping for air.

His mouth fell open in surprise, when he found Cindy wearing a blue mask and snorkel. Only one equally blue fin was on her left foot, the right one was bare. At first, he thought her to be nude, but actually she was wearing a white, very thin and loose one-piece dress that reached almost to her knees and happened to be fully transparent in the water.

"Very nice show!", she giggled and shortly dove under the surface to throw a demonstrative glance at his manhood that - unblurred for her - swayed calmly in the water. Tom flushed when he realized, that she had previously been watching him in all these revealing positions and maneuvers. To his surprise, she then pulled off the goggles and snorkel and held it high above her head.

"Guess, this will help for the hunt?", Cindy added with a mean glance in her eyes. She was absolutely right, Tom thought. Being able to actually aim and not just point in directions would surely increase his accuracy significatly. But her smirk was an obvious sign of what he - and his already beaten nuts - had to go through, to get his hands on this upgrade.

Tom had an idea. Letting go of the wood in his hand, he used both arms and legs to thrust himself up and towards her, reaching for the snorkel with his right hand. The surprise attack failed dramatically, when a little thrust of her fin effortlessly pushed her back and up a bit and moved his price away from his grabbing hand. His testicles came down right onto the kneecap of her other leg, lurking in the water. When he bent forward to slip off from her knee, while she kicked the fin to stay on the surface, his face landed right on her soft boobs under the transparent cotton. His ears dove under the water, but the wiggling of her miraculous tits indicated her amused giggle.

"Wow, you're really into busting your own balls today. Well done, please go again.", the hot brat mocked him once more, when he lifted his face up to lie on his back in the water, clutching his horribly beaten balls with both hands. The sun wasn't even halfway up the sky and his testicles already felt like they were on fire. What a day... He tried to ignore her humiliating comments, closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths, waiting for the initial stinging pain to give way to the more dull ache.

When Tom came back to a vertical position, the water surface around him was empty. Cindy was gone, as well as the wooden hunting device that had been floating next to him. The thought of the bully with the poweful weapon under his feet scared him a lot more than a million sharks ever could.

He panicked and started stirring up the water like a drowning man. Kicking his legs hard, he moved around in a circle while he looked down, trying to find her below in the water. His right hand remained tightly around his sensitive manhood, while the left arm drew rapid circles to reel in the fishsing line with the bolt. He was very relieved when he felt the pointy stick in his hand.

In this moment, her hand grabbed his ankle and pulled him down under the water. With one hand busy protecting his weak spot, he couldn't bring up the force to come up. The single fin made the woman far superior in the deep water. Desperate for air, Tom finally let go of his balls and used both hands. Cindy's hand disattached from his foot only to close around his nuts while he broke through the surface and gasped for air. When he moved his hands back to his crotch, the grip tightened and made him freeze. The pretty face of the girl came up behind him and her salty lips touched his right ear while she pressed her soft boobs against his back.

"Careful now.", her bright voice with a threatening tone travelled into his ear, underlined by another mean squeeze on his most sensitive parts. With a much sweeter tone, she added: "Hands on your head, please." Tom complied in lack of options, while continuing to tread his feet to avoid being held up much more painfully by his testicles.

Tom's blood froze in his veins, when the familar, rough wood was moved up in between his legs and the front board of his hunting weapon was placed securely against the front of his thighs, just at the level of his balls. On the inside of his thighs, he felt the strongly streched, loaded rubber band. The lad confirmed that the bolt was still in his hand, but his balls had now been placed right where the thick rubber band came to a halt, when triggered. Cindy's hand let go of his nuts, moved around his hip and grabbed his cock, flaccid from his sudden fear, in order to push it up against his belly and out of the way. He felt her downward pull increasing, when she penned in the end of the crossbow with her knees and moved her now free hand down to the blunted nail that acted as a trigger.

"Oh Cindy... pleeeease don't", Tom begged desperately. Despite his strength, he usually needed both hands to pull back the tough rubber band, and he was actually surprised that the girl had managed to load it. It was going to be brutal. Not knowing, when the impact came, made the thread a lot more severe and pressing.

"Just a little quality test for your little boy toy.", Cindy joked, not implying if she was referring to his testicles or the device. She obviously felt his tenseness and fear and took a long moment to enjoy it.

"BAMM", she suddenly yelled, making Tom twitch pathetically and elicting a bright laugh from her mouth. Just when Tom understood that she had just scared him, he sensed the scratch of metal on wood below. A moment later, the impact against the extra sensitive back of his balls erupted in a pain that surely couldn't be from this world. After a short, cut-off scream, his consciousness escaped the overwhelming agony and he passed out instantly in the arms of his female tormentor.

Ouch!

When he opened his eyes, Tom felt a short moment of happiness, when he found himself still in her arms, lying on his back in the water. She was below him, her arms clutching his chest and the wooden device placed under her thighs to effortlessly keep them in the horizontal. She was softly humming a song right next to his ear.

In the moment Tom woke up, his hand darted to his groin and touched his somewhat numb balls. The sudden touch reactivated the pain and made him twitch, but he was relieved and almost surprised to find both of his testicles swollen but not damaged.

"Oh you're back!", Cindy cheered and pushed him away from her. Tom regretted that he hadn't taken a moment to actually enjoy her boobs pressed against his back. However, it was difficult to enjoy anything, given the way his balls currently felt.

"You better get back to work. Enough nap time for one day, isn't it?", the blonde girl teased him. She pushed the crossbow in his direction and then tossed him the mask and snorkel. When Tom caught it in front of his face, he got a glimpse at her bare foot shooting up under the water. Whimping, he braced for the repeated onset of pain and humiliation, but Cindy didn't follow through and just slowly and seductively stroked her toes up all the way from the bottom of his now massive, purple scrotum to the tip of his cock.

When his dick reacted instantly by getting hard, her worried expression gave way to the previous satisfaction. She had actually decided not to kick him, because she was worried about the conditions of his testicles, Tom thought with a surprising gratitude. Well, actually she was probably just worried that she wouldn't be able to bust anyone, if she broke his pair which happened to be the only one for countless miles.

Cindy softly pushed herself away from him by his crotch and started swimming up and down a bit. When Tom had regained full control over his body and prepared his fishing equipment, he was ready to go. But the sheer beauty that presented itself to him under the water kept him busy for some time to come.

Not only the reef that he had previously only seen as a colorful blur was breathtaking - watching the amazing body of the woman at the surface from below in all details very quickly distracted him from the pretty, diverse sea life. Her head was up on the surface world and it felt amazingly intimate for Tom to be left in the world below with the rest of her attractive body. The transparent piece of cloth did nothing to hide her perfect, curvy physique or the shapes and textures of her female attributes. Whenever she halted or lay on her back, the bottom part of her dress hovered up far over her hip and sensually exposed her tight butt and beautiful pussy.

When Tom's cock reached its peak hardness, the demanding urge in his groin inflicted a sharp sting on his violated nuts. He couldn't believe that this girl had the power to torture him simply by showing off her body.

To allow his tormented genitals a pause, he forced his eyes away from her and focused on the fishing. With the help of accurate visibility, the bolt with the fishing line attached to his wrist satisfactory punched through the shell of a large lobster lurking in a gap of the reef. It had only been his third dive.

He swam back and prowdly emerged from the water with the large arthropod in one hand and his weapon in the other. Unfortunately, Cindy was nowhere to be seen, along with her pink suitcase. When Tom reached their small camp, he heard faint scratching noises from inside of the shelter. He hung up the lobster and began making fire. The curved bottom part of a transparent glass bottle, smoothed and polished by the ocean, in combination with the brutal equatorial sun, made starting a fire an easy task.

When the first flames, nearly invisible in the bright sunlight, crackled in the fireplace, Tom impaled the lobster on a large stick and hung it over the pile of wood. Then he bent down on his knees and supported the fire by blowing air into the center from below. A swift, light kick in between his legs from behind drew his attention back to Cindy.

She stood behind him and looked down at him with a demanding smile, both hands behind her back. She looked way too beautiful and neat to have lived on a deserted island for weeks. In the short time, he had prepared the fire, she had shaved her pussy, applied glistening and well-smelling coconut liquid all over her body, as well as makeup on her face. Tom hadn't liked her makeup in the beginning, but this time it was a lot more sensual, and a welcome change, after she hadn't changed her looks for weeks. She still wore the white dress that looked like a nightgown and was still almost as transparent as it had been in the water.

"Get up", Cindy demanded cheerfully. Tom complied and stood in front of her, his dick instantly pointing up at her delightful crotch. "Left or right?"

"Left!", Tom quickly decided, excited for her next surprise. Her left hand darted in his direction and something slapped his tender balls with unexpected speed. When he bent over and almost burned his ass over the fire, he identified a green plastic fly swatter in her hand.

"Right... riiight!", he quickly whined, hoping that she had at least one nice surprise for him. Tom wasn't disappointed, when a packed condom emerged from behind her back in her other hand. She had never allowed him to actually fuck her, for obvious reasons. He couldn't believe his luck.

The ache in his balls was instantly forgotton, when he stepped closer to pull her in for a hug and kiss. Cindy stepped back and slapped his balls with the fly swatter another time, giggling. It didn't hit him with too much force, but the speedy slap still had an effect on his previously beaten testicles.

Tom grunted and continued following her, his mind dampened by the expectation of his cock inside of her. They continued their game of catch and slap until Cindy backed up aganist the side of the shelter and carefully sat down on it vertically on the supporting wall, before tossing the condom over his head. When he turned around to pick it up, she made use of the opportunity to feel his balls smacking against the top of her foot one more time.

After Tom had rolled on the condom, which luckily was of the larger size, he stepped close to her and found her opened vagina almost at one level with his rock hard cock. Cindy liftet the white gown to expose the center of Tom's desire and opened her legs a bit further. By spreading his legs, he found the right position and pushed his twitching cock into her. Cindy let out a delightful scream, while the fly swatter slapped up between his legs from behind and accurately found his swollen, tender balls. Tom pulled down her gown to expose one breast for him to cup with his hand, which was punished by her with another sharp slap.

The horny lad continued pounding her like there was no tomorrow, while the mean brat panted in ecstasy and regularly gave his bouncing balls another slap, to remind him of who was in charge. When they got close to climax, Tom went too far with his thrusts and the shelter folded over with a loud crack like a house of cards. He landed on top of her in the rubble and almost popped his balls between them.

"Idiot, make sure to make a new one later.", the bratty woman panted in between moans, while giving his balls another extra hard slap from behind. They came at the same time and Tom's balls painfully shot out a huge load. The ache and constant threat of the fly swatter in Cindy's hand made it difficult for him to focus on the wonderful orgasm, but it was still a rare and amazing sensation in his barren life that only appeared to serve the satisfaction of his female companion.

When the sensation ebbed of, Tom rested his head on Cindy's shoulder, both still panting. Suddenly he sensed the delicious scent of the lobster that audibly cooked over the fire while little drops of grease fell from his pointy legs and hissed in the flames. It was one of the moments, where he actually felt much more content with his strange new life, as he had ever before.