The three conjoined women lay panting on the floor, Jenny in the middle groggily tried to get them upright as she struggled to get any kind of purchase on the hard wood floor beneath them, now slippery with a thin sheen of sweat.
She blinked and tried to strain her eyes to look ahead but her face was buried in Carol’s ass, her mouth fused to the woman’s pussy and Jenny could only snort and pant desperately for air, her every breath filled with the scent of Carol’s ass and sweat and sex.
The cheerleader softly rolled her hips meekly, feeling the weight of the girl behind her pressed into her own ass, Jenny’s pussy conjoined to her mouth and the girl tried not to squirm or shake uncomfortably each time she felt the UPS girl breathing through her nose, blowing bursts of hot air against her asshole.
She punched the floor in a mixture of despair, horror and unwanted frustrated arousal as she thought about what Kyle had done to her, to these two innocent women… and what was going to happen next; the horrific realisation that each time Carol asked for help their newly conjoined form would grow longer and longer until there were 25 women attached together!
… Centipede… Jenny thought to herself in despair, 25 women, 2 arms, 2 legs… The teen lifted her left arm up beside her and tried to push against Carol’s ass to get herself free, but it was hopeless, she just managed to stretch her lips painfully. Worse, jenny realised that her tongue seemed to have lengthened dramatically and seemed permanently plunged deep inside Carol’s pussy. She couldn’t retract it far enough to even get it out. She glanced at her hand in despair, it was as useless as a leg now, they certainly couldn’t hope to move in any way but crawling and Jenny’s eyes filled with tears that this would be her life now.
She was suddenly drawn from her thoughts by a tugging in front of her, gentle at first but then becoming a more violent yanking as Carol started to crawl forwards towards the phone in the hallway. Jenny’s eyes grew wide and she moaned desperately praying Carol would be able to hear her. If she rang someone for help things would only get worse!
Behind the UPS girl’s own moans and panicked thrashing as she was dragged along in their perverse chain caused Jenny’s ass and hips to be flung around and she squealed meekly as she felt her pussy lips tugged uncomfortably by the panicking girl.
But there was nothing the other two could do and Carol crawled them to the phone, reaching up for it with trembling hands and Jenny listened with a sense of dread as she dialled…