Oh, hello. How nice of you to drop by. Have a seat and grab a Christmas cookie. Here's a drink to go along with it. It's a pretty red, just right for Christmas. Yes, drink up. Good. It makes one feel so warm, doesn't it? Tingling you say? Yes, it can do that. Don't think too hard about it. It will all feel so good in a minute.
Now that you're all settled in, it's time for your present. You've been quite naughty this year, but that's alright. The naughty list has special kinds of gifts. This is one of them. Keep in mind that things are subject to change, since we're still some time from our release. Just read the words. Let the honeyed poison in and make you feel good.
Start racking up those Kink points, because this next year is going to get quite dirty. Kayla's next adventure, in particular, is becoming quite a journey.
Preview: The Uses for Your Cumhole
Cumhole made the drive over to Tiffany’s house with her chemically manipulated cunt soaking the seat. On arriving, her oversexed blonde friend took in the look of her with uncharacteristic shock. Cumhole was sweating, the chemicals coursing through her body pumping up her arousal beyond anything she’d ever experienced. This was like Obsequium on steroids. She could actually feel her secretions running down her legs. She had a wild, glazed-over look in her eyes and smelled of sex.
“Holy shit!” Tiffany exclaimed, “Are you for fucking real?”
“Cum!” Cumhole jabbered, her brow sweating and body shaking, “Need to cum!”
“You came to the right place!” Tiffany cried happily, and pulled her inside.
Tiffany went to work on her naked cunt with a mission, sucking, stroking and licking Cumhole to a trio of delicious orgasms, before she finally calmed enough to become coherent and have a conversation. Laying naked together, Tiffany toying with the collar, her friend asked the obvious question.
“So, what’s with this thing?”
Cumhole swallowed and said, “It’s the new company policy. They’re… it injects that stuff into my brain so I’m always going to be horny. And it will punish me if I don’t call myself Cumhole.”
She broke down and sobbed. Tiffany wrapped her arms around her, cradling and letting her cry.
“Oh, Kayla,” She said softly, “I’m so sorry. I had no idea what they were really like. This is all my fault!”
“Cumhole… “ Cumhole said through her tears.
“What?”
“My name is Cumhole,” she said sadly.
Cumhole felt a shiver of sexual excitement pass through Tiffany’s body.
“Fuck.” She said, “I can’t decide if it’s totally fucked, or totally hot.”
Cumhole looked at her in horror, wiping tears from her eyes.
“Hot?”
Tiffany nodded and said, “Okay, yeah, it’s fucked. It really is. Being a cumhole is something that you should decide for yourself. It’s just, well, you know me. Kinky.”
Cumhole nodded. She did know. Tiffany loved dirty things. Collared sluts being forced into constant arousal was certainly something that would make Tiffany wet.
“Okay.” Tiffany said, “So, how do we beat it? How do we get Kayla back?”
“Back?”
“Yeah. How can we get you free?”
“We can’t,” Cumhole said. “They’ll destroy me.”
“There has to be a way,” Tiffany said, her brows knitting in concentration. “Let me think about it.”
“Don’t do something stupid.” Cumhole warned her.
“Me? Never!”
Cumhole rolled her eyes.
“Hey,” Tiffany added, “Why don’t we go do something normal? Let me take you out for dinner.”
“Dinner? In public? I’m dressed like a slut and wearing a slave collar that says Cumhole!”
“Maybe we’ll just order in,” Tiffany said.
Cumhole nodded, fingering the cruel collar.
While waiting for their food to arrive, Tiffany suddenly sat up straight.
“What?” Cumhole asked.
“Maybe you’re thinking about this all wrong.” she said.
“What?”
“Kayla, they aren’t the ones in control. You are!” Tiffany