lally2
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ORIGINAL: Racquelle Our female hero was lying back in a deep state of dissociative relaxation as her sub, whom we shall call dimwit, was ministering to her darling and ever so lovely pussy. He had been trying to slip his fist in to no avail. Then he got the wise idea of grabbing the stone egg and inserting it. After he monkeyed around a bit and it was quite certain he was no longer pleasing our hero, dimwit brought her round with a panicked whisper of "maybe you can get it out?" After explaining to our hero just what had taken place, they frantically worked with kitchen tools and sundry other household implements to try to retrieve the item. I was slippery, pointed end in, and with every failed attempt, our hero's pussy spasmed around the thing, tightening its grip, and it was shoved further and further up against her cervix. She got dressed, went home, took a warm bath and attempted another extraction to no avail, and went to bed. She tried to go to work, thinking she would find a way to remove the item later, but after sitting at her desk a couple of hours in increasing agony, placed the fatal call to her trusty gyno's office. There was the humiliating explanation over the phone to the desk clerk, and then again to the intake nurse, and then again to her gyno. The doctor did every dutiful and discreet thing she possibly could to remove said item, but every attempt brought yelps of excrutiating pain. Our hero was referred to a local obstetrical surgeon for an immediate visit. She drove across town in insane amounts of pain, and now some bleeding and cramping. The demure chinese man with - thank God - tiny hands, got the whole humiliating story and declared "you boyfriend is very bad man. You not see him anymore." Our hero was taken to a procedure room, escorted by the chinese doctor and his very amused nurse. Our hero climbed into the stirrups once again. Forceps were tried, various sizes of specula were tried, some sort of vacuum aspiration device was tried, all yeilding yelps and cries and please for mercy. Chinese doctor looked up and said "If we cannot get out in here, I have to take you downstairs for surgery." Our hero steeled her nerves, and Chinese doctor stuck in his hand, grasping the monolith, finally, and despite screams of agony and loud blue streaks of explitives that could be heard several suites down the hall. He wrenched the cursed egg free. Our hero wept. The doctor asked permission to take a picture of the egg, blood and tissue covered like a newborn. After a course of antibiotics and pain killers, she healed well enough. Dimwit requested return of the egg. Instead, she sent him Chinese doctor's bill, which was, of course, nigh $1000 and worth every penny. Our hero would like me to suggest you try the egg on your own rectum first and let us know how that turns out. well! - if i was curious about this (and i wasnt) i wouldnt be any more - and thanks to 'Our Hero' for giving me a laugh at her expense. having babies and laying an egg have two things in common - powerful muscular contractions. i wonder if a strong orgasm would pop the thing out.
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