Freshly caught by some of the Taystie Park staff, a disoriented looking shark girl was tied up by her wrists in thick rope, hanging from a post on the docks. She was crudely gagged with some of the same briny barnacle encrusted rope and roughed up a tad to keep her compliant... 

Salisha the Mascot was instructed to "[i]welcome[/i]" her into the Park; to break her in before the rest of the Park at large would get a chance to use the bitch. Yet the shark's comparatively much smaller dick and winking asshole begged for attention, even if she herself didn't. What Salisha decided to do with her was up to her discretion, but some tools to get her started were supplied were laid out nearby: Dildos, Vibes, Clamps, E-stims, even some fun stuff for her urethra.

The Mascot strode up, leering with full on deviance and delight plastered across her uncanny face and her tail whipping left and right. She was all charged up and excited; A new toy had arrived, and she got the call to 'break her in' first! How fun!~ Hiding something behind her back, Sali took immediate disapproval as she walked over to the girl's side. 

"This isn't right...fish she be hung up properly...~" ropes were untied only to be bound around her ankles, her feet never touching the ground before she was hoisted upside down, the blood all rushing to her head, "There, that's better!~"

The shark girl whined into her gag as Sali got closer. The menacing mascot sent shivers down her spine, but the synth-mander's nice (fake) rack sent shivers up something else. What she wasn't expecting was to get untied and retied, then flipped upside down, making her yelp in surprise. 

She was left dizzy from the move, eyes half lidded and moaning while she recovered. The poor thing wouldn't get much of a chance to though as the nausea set in from the rush of blood. She wiggled like the fish she was, trying to get out of her new bonds to no avail.

The shark girl swings and twists as she wiggles, nothing keeping her stationary, nothing acting as a rooting force. It only made her face that much more helpless...there was no denying that. The Park was dangerous for all kinds of folks, but to her, it was more or less fatal; a forgone conclusion if she knew anything about the fates of those left bound and helpless in public. Nothing said, "Use me until I die" quite like this and everyone understood it...victim and user.

Now her cock lay just about eye-level with the Mascot, so naturally her attention was drawn there. A hand reached out to pet it, and judge it, looking for hints of arousal and need even when in the grips of peril. 

Anything? Ultimately it mattered not: Full mast, half-chub or limp as a doll arm, Sali brought her own toy in the form of a syringe, one who's point she was already tracing against the shark girl's dickflesh. 

"Ever wonder what it feels like to have the Mas[b]cock[/b]?~ To always be hard and wanton...with arousal that'll never cease? Well...I can't quite give you the full experience, but this should provide a small demo all the same...~" She injects it right after, pushing the plunger down until it rests against the slide's end, filling that shark-dick with an Park-Made aphrodisiac so potent, so utterly rife and over concentrated that anywhere else would be classify it as a poison instead. Suffice to say, this potent potable didn't come with any Surgeon's Warning though...

The sharkess felt the fear of her helplessness, it was as bitter as the rope jammed into her mouth. She gnawed on it fruitlessly as Sali inspected her privates, squirming more and making her dick sway. The moment Sali touched it her body froze and her fists clenched. It seems the poor thing was pretty pent up, nuts already aching from the slightest touch. 

Her arousal turned to fear again as the finger was replaced with a needle. In a split second her stomach lurches from the feeling of it digging into her sensitive meat, which would make her shout were it not for the gag and the lump in her throat. She soon calmed down after the drug was injected and the needle was removed. 

With no immediate effects she hung there confused, then it all clicked when she felt more and more blood rush to her cock. An unnatural need filled her chest, and her cock almost seemed to try to engorge more than it could, turning from blueish grey to a purple then a bit reddish. She started sweating and moaning in discomfort, wiggling her hips as if to shake off the intense need filling her groin.

And in seconds from when her erection became full and rigid, she found her meat turning harder still, pressures and needs compounding past the point of pain, leaving her dick throbbing manically, [i]constantly[/i]. Sali knew, heavy or not, those arms would soon reach up to pleasure her rod feverishly (and impotently), so she went to grab them at the pass, to instead pull them behind her back and lay them with her forearms laid horizontal across each other, to be tied and shackled there, both uncomfortable and out of reach. So could still try to fight those binds, to move her arms, but her efforts would have no real end or purpose (except maybe accidentally dislocating a shoulder should she struggle too hard).

Sali then takes a step back to admire her, letting her hang with a cock that feels constricted by unobtainable need, while balls clamp and clench with the gravity of the sun, torturing them with a case of the blue-balls so straining and severe she'd feel almost compelled to do [b]anything[/b] if it meant relief...

And the shark did try to reach up just to let off a bit of pressure but soon found herself utterly overpowered by the far stronger girl towering above her. With a pitiful moan she struggled more, squeezing her eyes shut and arching her back uncomfortably as she writhed from the pain. She didn't try to fight the binds, instead eventually giving up in defeat and falling back into a limp, sweaty, panting mess. 

Meanwhile, her nuts visibly throbbed in discomfort, inflating a bit with more seed waiting to be expelled. Pre would be drooling out of her tip if it wasn't constricting so much as to stop her urethra from letting anything out. She looked utterly exhausted and defeated, panting and moaning in discomfort as she looked pitifully up at Salisha for relief.

Sali though remains at the girl's rear, unseen, but not long unfelt. Two hands were soon digging into her asscheeks, squeezing them, massaging them, and then stretching them apart to leave the hole hidden between fully exposed. Cold air sends icy tingles through her butt, only to be replaced by the warm, huffing breathes of the salamander before a kiss comes pressing against her ring, and then a tongue...

It was a serpentine thing, long and thick, and it strove to taste the girl's ass inside and out, pleasuring her, sure, but maybe not in the way she would of hoped. Still, it was something, and while it would take a lot (from Sali as well from the shark-girl herself) the dream of blowing her load should be enough to make her try....

The silence had caused the shark to fret that the Mascot had left her to suffer, but that was obviously never an option here. When a Mascot picks you, you're either killed by them or claimed by them. She soon felt those silky soft fingers digging into her fish-meat asscheeks, and she almost instinctively moaned from the contact, arching her back again as the cool air tickled her rim. 

Soon that teasing turned to pleasure with the now warm air from Sali's mouth. She felt her lips kiss against her rim, sending trickles of pleasure up her spine that soon cascaded from her long tongue sliding into her tight, unused hole. A loud moan came out of her gagged mouth, eyes lidding again making her look almost drunk. The bull shark girl could barely contain her tail from curling around Sali's body. As much as it felt good though she still felt unsatisfied, humping the air a bit and screaming in her head to do the same to her angry member. [i]Touch it, God dammit! Come on!![/i]

But that tongue plumbs the depths of her asshole without hesitation or remorse, making the bound's cock flag up even harder (or in this case, flag down) that shark member arched and carved from stone, only a trembling twitch here or there proving otherwise. This couldn't of been healthy for her. A doctor should be examining the girl but in the Park doctors saw more work as morticians, as any Hippocratic Oath was likely to be broken in just mere seconds of stepping foot here.

And for several minutes longer Sali spares no expense making out with that ring, tonguing her rectum until her over productive saliva glands had coated it with oozy, warm spit. Only then did her lips part, though her hands remained clutching each half-orb of her meaty fish ass. She pulls them as far apart as they'll go before using some shockingly strong electrical tape to hold her open like that, leaving her fish-star exposed. And somehow, whether intentional or not, Sali stopped with the shark right on the edge...the girl needing perhaps a few seconds more anal stimulation before she could (try and) blow. Instead, she was quite literally left hanging, to stew and ferment in her own unrealized orgasm, a torture that left her lungs pumping. heart racing, and her mind running in frantic circles...

The shark girl kept panting [b]HARD[/b] as her asshole was utterly reamed by just an amphibian's tongue. She was pretty much out of breath by the time Sali decided to stop slurping over her hole. Eventually she was able to gasp for breath when it pulled out. While it did leave her gaping, she was still an anal virgin so her hole wasn't left incredibly wide open (yet). She feels the tape dig into her flesh and tug her cheeks and anus open, leaving her to the cool air yet again. Left on the edge and now chilled from the inside out, another shudder rolls over her as she lets out a gurgle then an upset sounding groan. Seems she was trying to push herself over and failed miserably. Left limp and defeated again, all she could do was focus on her unfulfilled lust that was so cruelly injected into her. She just wanted to lie down at this point, that drug had to wear of eventually. Right?

Sali let her hang then as she circled back around to the girl's front, to watch (and taunt) the girl in lewd and desperate anticipation, her helpless and anxiety-ridden cock not just looking and feeling beet-red, but looking and feeling larger too. And whether it was temporary or permanent, right now at least, the shark could boast a few extra inches and a engorged thickness to boot! But her new size only meant MORE meat, MORE nerves, MORE sensations. And it all had nowhere to go, leaving these pressures to grow and grow and grow inside her cock until it was spilling out through the rest of her body and invading her very mind and soul! And as if reading her thoughts somehow, the Mascot smiles and muses aloud, 

"I forget what the bottle said...'Effects should last up to....twenty minutes? Or was it twenty hours? I just can't recall! Heck, maybe it said twenty days...or weeks...or months...or...[b]years[/b]...?~"

Through her panting the shark started gnawing on her gag, watching Sali walk and circle around her. With a whine she arched her head up to try to increase her biting strength but it wasn't gonna cut it. Those ropes were made to hold ships down, they wouldn't break even to teeth like her's. As she did though she caught a glimpse of her new cock and let out a frightened whine. While it wasn't super huge now, only an inch or two bigger and still not as big as some of the heavily packing patrons at the park, it was bigger than it should, and it started to hurt from the angry throbbing. Through it all, she finally started to beg though her gag, muffled as it was, but the mascot was probably pretty fluent in gag speak. She almost ignored the little taunt just so she could blubber through her gag at the mascot. [i]They wouldn't...they couldn't...leave her like this...[/i]

Of course not! 

Salisha was already eyeing those nearby toys with depraved intent, reaching over to pick up a butt-plug, one three sizes too big by all accounts, "Let's make the back match the front, alright?~" she asks, but doesn't wait for an answer. She nudges the girl with a foot, and slowly, the shark turns until her ass was facing the salamander once more, "Just be thankful you're all lubed up..." this 'toy' had the look of a stubby artillery round, a pointed block of hard plastic, tipped by a cone that widens to it's maximum width in a matter of inches...and now it was pressing against the girl's ill-ready pucker....

In her haze of lust and discomfort she barely heard Sali's comment, only perking up at the end with a confused sound. Her eyes widened at the toy, but before she could get a good look at it she's promptly spun around to face the other way. She really starts squirming now, making all manner of pleading sounds. That thing wasn't gonna fit, no way. It didn't look comfortable at all either. But she had no say in the matter, and soon enough had to face the reality of it entering her when it poked against her pulled open cheeks.

Her ass couldn't, wouldn't, survive this toy. Already the pain of it reverse-crowning was filling her backside was enough to run counter to the immense drive and need to cum. Or in some ways, it was supplementing it, her body and mind pushed to do strange things with this surplus of sensations, almost the the point where the pain became a sort of pleasure...or at least a kind of outlet. Her ass stretches more, till the tendons and meat of it felt like they were on fire...blistering, unending, the damage being done with every second and every inch the toy spent sliding inside her...

She started groaning hard and arching her back, tears filling her eyes from the tearing pain. It wasn't enough to get her thrashing around like a dying fish but she did start panting harder and struggling against her bonds. Even for her race's resilience, this was borderline uncomfortable for her, sending aching hot pain through her backside. The thing was so large she felt it bump her cheeks. 

The whole time she groaned out and wormed her body slowly, trying desperately to acclimate with the sudden stretching. Her dick throbbed more and more, gaining some sort of sick pleasure from the sensation. At least the pain took her mind off the arousal, but still filled her head and clouded her mind. 

After full on minutes of groaning, she felt the base finally slip in. It still hurt a bunch but less so, since the toy was now still. At the end she took several deep breaths through a tear streaked face, moaning out in discomfort while her ass swayed. She felt utterly bloated and humiliated, there couldn't possibly be anything worse than this...

Let's just say the shark won't soon forget it was there, it's shape full and burrowed within, the Mascot having made sure the plug's base lay flat against the rim of her (surely) ruined sphincter. She could only imagine how torn and broken that insertion would leave her, and though Sali thought to tape it in as well, she thought better of it, 

"That's not going anywhere, believe me..~" 

It's unlikely she'll find anyone to help her pull it out around here. She'd have to rely on herself then to force the toy out of her rectum...but damn was it tight! Dangerously deep too...almost to the point the base might disappear...but that would mean the ring of her ass closing back up, and that's doubtful to say the least!

God that thing made her feel utterly bloated, the discomfort making her suck her stomach in and curl her toes. The poor thing tried once or twice to push it out but she had neither the strength nor the experience to know how or have the ability to do so. Sweat dripped onto the salt crusted docks, rolling off her body like a storm. She was moving around a lot at this point, squirming around and even bumping into Sali now and again. It seemed to be the only way she could relieve the discomfort in her lower regions.

Sali only let her do so once or twice before she steps out of range to regard her with a cruel and tempting smile, 

"Now let's see...oh right!~" 

Amid the readied toys, there was also a blank sign and marker to write with. Sali scribbled something down, set the sign so it sat nearby, yet frustratingly out of reach and unreadable from the shark hung up point of view. Salisha giggled as she read it once more and then turned to leave, pausing only to wiggle a goodbye wave and to snipe back, 

"I'll check in on you few hours...if i remember to at least!~ Have fun!~"

The poor shark turned to cock her head over to Sali to see what she was doing but she couldn't crane it enough to see. Defeated she slumped back, hanging limp like a wet rag as the Mascot did her thing. And as she turned to go, the shark started to get anxious, looking back with buckets of fear in her eyes. She started mumbling all kinds of unintelligible pleas towards Sali as she vanished into the distance. And for the next couple of hours all she could do is watch passers by pitifully and work at her bindings, all as fruitless as getting that toy out of her ass.

But as much as the shark may have had the tainted desire for some of those people to come over and deadass molest her, to touch and fondle her bits without shame or care...[i]they don't[/i]. At most, they laugh from afar and gossip uproariously. Some might even openly reach a hand between their legs to grab at a cock or finger a hole or two...massaging their chest alone, or with the help of friends (or even with family!) But no one, not even for a split-second, dare to reach out and touch the shark. Why? That sign of course! 

"[b]Look, but don't touch![/b] [i]-Salisha[/i]" 

Anyone with half a brain knew better then to disobey unless they had a death wish...and...well shit! Lots of guests have death wishes, so why not risk it meeting the wrath of the Mascot? Well, that's because [i]this[/i] Mascot was fully capable of enacting fates far WORSE then death on those who purposefully pissed her off...fates that would make the shark girl's predicament look like a carefree walk in the park!~ (A regular park, not [b]THE[/b] Park)

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The poor shark girl was left panting and soaked with sweat after a long while, left to essentially turn to jerky in the hot sun. She was of course spared the fate of dehydration and starvation by some of the staff who fed her...[i]barely[/i]. Most of her fluid intake came from the yellow streams of urine poured into her mouth by onlookers. (Hey! The sign said [i]don't touch[/i] and not [i]don't pee on[/i]!) 

After days the her dick was left aching from the painful throbbing it had to go through without stimulation. Her ass was damn near numb at this point and her nuts stuffed to the point of overflow, filled to the very brim with spunk that had built up over the intense blueballing. With a groan she woke up on the 7th day through foggy eyes to see a blue shape walking towards her. The sight made her perk up but then that quickly turned into a grimace once she remembered what the Mascot had did to her, [i]"Rrrrrrng...."[/i]

Salisha shook her head in merry, mocking, pity. 

"Oh how the time just flies by...~" she notes to herself, a cruel and delicious grin stretching across her snout, "But that's how it goes in the Park...Taystie never sleeps...and nor do...[b][i]we[/i][/b]?~" 

She giggles, doubtful the shark had even a wink of rest, stuck there upside down. The Park never really closed, day or night, there was always something (or someone) going down. Some days and some hours might be busier then others, but regardless, it never translates into any real relief. Those voracious Mascot hormones rushing through both their veins made sure of that; Sali knew that as much as the shark, though only one had long adapted to the endless appetites, while the other suffered under the constant barrage of insatiable [i][b]need[/b][/i].

The blood had definitely pooled to the shark's head, causing her vision to go funny and making it hard to think. She shook it as if to try to gain more clarity to think but that only seemed to make her headache worse. What sounded like a mix between a groan and a whine came from her gagged mouth. 

Her dick was no longer on fire, instead feeling like a low jackhammer was going off inside of it. The throbbing was beyond intense, and it would be incredibly painful were it not for some good old adrenaline. Being blue balled for a week straight on hyper aphrodisiacs was not a pleasant fate. She was ready to do anything for someone, and to someone, if it meant even one slim chance to cum...

Salisha stood in thoughtful repose, one arm wrapped around her tucked-in midsection, while another snaked around her breasts to stroke at her chin. A tongue was out, slurping across her pillowy lips as she admired the shark girl in such a state of disarray, trapped, helpless, wanton. It was almost enough to make the Mascot turn on her heels and leave her for another week or two, but then she knew her survival could not be guaranteed. Even one week like this was risky enough! Sali wanted her to live for a good, long time...

"I feel like I should, hmmm, [i]make things up to you[/i]. I meant to check in on you at the end of the day, not the end of the week! And really, kudos are in order. You must be [i]terribly[/i] malnourished...those hormones are like a calorie furnace...they burn so much energy, no matter how little you move...~"

She smiled at that, her thoughts turning within, thinking of how much she herself has to eat: several times her own body weight at least...with the portions [s]of course[/s] people-sized, while the shark here had to manage on mere scraps by comparison...crumbs and piss. When people actually managed to splash a cumload in her mouth, it must of came as some relief, with the bigger, thicker, and fatter loads, of course being best...

"I have an idea...but I'm not sure you want to hear it...~"

The nameless shark shuddered as she was observed like a fat piece of meat. Her malnourishment did cause her to lose some weight but she still had some pudge and muscle left over. The toy inside her still stretched her insides, probably permanently at this point. What had once been pain turned to just a feeling of fullness and a numb sensation. 

The distinct flavor of sweat caked her whole body, and it seemed she was still doing so even after days of dehydration. Seems like plenty of people decided to "quench her thirst". She groaned again this time at Sali's confession, trying to squirm away from the temptress to no avail. Her previous strength had left her. The mention of an idea had her worried, getting her squirming again and making plenty of desperate and uncomfortable noises.

"I'll release you, even lead you out of the Park in one piece, on one condition; All you have to do is not cum...fooooor....~" 

Sali pauses, fingers drumming her cheek as she ponders out a suitable duration.. 

"[i]Thirty seconds.[/i] Easy right?~ Oh, and before you agree, know that if you lose, you're never leaving this spot...I'm going to make sure of that...~" The Mascot crept close, looking down from above like an upside spider gleaming at her juicy prey stuck squirming in her web, "[i]Half a minute is all you need...~[/i]"

The devious Mascot didn't even remove her public captive's gag when giving her the ultimatum, so all she could do was moan pitifully into the thick rope. Her body squirmed helplessly, unable to escape her predicament in any way now that she was at the blue beauty's mercy. 

"Mmmmph nnngh mmhmhmh....." 

Her cock agrees for her, standing upright and throbbing as usual, somehow drooling some pre even with all the contractions inside her member.

"What was that?~" Sali taunts, lifting a hand to cup over an ear hole as she leans down with eyes glowing in dastardly intent, "I need an answer, one way or another...~ Ah, I know...~" 

She reaches down to lift the rope-gag from her mouth, but makes sure to warn almost immediately, 

"Not a word...~" 

She rises back up, and before the shark could even gather her thoughts and focus them into spoken words, a foot was pressing against her lips, with four toes all threatening to stuff themselves inside. 

Despite spending days barefoot through the Park, Salisha's feet managed to keep a clean sheen about them, yet still, they could wear the dirt, grime, and odor of what graced them remarkably well, even though they'd wash off just as quick. 

"Show me how much you want a chance at freedom...~ Kiss that foot, lick those toes, and if you show enough passion and dedication, I'll let that color my decision...~" It was far from a promise, but then again, what choices did the shark have?

With her mouth finally free of that jaw-cramping gag, the shark gets a chance to breathe and work out her jaw. About to say something, she's interrupted by a set of perfect toes pushing up against her lips. Almost drunkenly, she crosses her eyes to look at them, twisting her lips into a grimace which in turn lets them pop into her mouth. 

One eye squints in surprise as she's essentially now deepthroating a foot, toes squirming at the back of her tongue. With eyes rolling back her tongue obliges to bathe those heavenly tootsies in her spit. Over and over her tongue wraps and licks around her soles, giving them the pampering they deserve, though not necessarily to her delight. They were forced into her mouth, and she had to fight to not choke on it while she worshiped.

Sali rolls her ankle nonchalant, brushing her bare foot against that tongue, feeling the corners of that mouth, and giggling despite those rows of teeth. She knew it wouldn't take much for the shark to bite down and rip flesh from the bone, but she felt perfectly safe and protected. She was her only lifeline in this Park, the one person who, for all her cruel intentions, was at least treating her like something other then a public-use Piss Pot and Jizz Doll, someone who might have a chance to become more then an object of public abuse and humiliation. 

But that didn't stop her from shoving as much foot as she could down the shark's gullet, fitting it all except for very back of her heel into that mouth. Toes were splaying, allowing her to get between each one, and if Salisha was satisfied, she wasn't showing any signs of it!

All the poor shark could do was let out was a gasp and a gurlge in response to getting a whole foot shoved into her mouth. Her long, sloppy tongue ran over it again and again, worming through her toes like her life depended on it. [s]And it likely did.[/s] Plenty of drool escaped her mouth as she slobbered on Sali's foot like a slut would on a fat dick. 

With little to no air left, she dragged her tongue around that foot one last time before spitting it out. Her worship didn't stop there though. Once out of her mouth, her tongue had full freedom to go over her dainty toes again and again...which it did.

Giddy and gleeful, the look Sali wore in response was downright familial with the shark, her toes flexing and then scrunching with fish spit, ropes of it sliding down that (newly) clean and rubbery-slick sole. As far as she was concerned, that's all she needed to see! 

"Your thirty seconds have started...~" 

And it was maybe two or three of those same seconds before that familiar foot was running it's spit-lubed sole down (or up, depending on your point of view!) the shark's cock. It was the most casual and easy-going single-footed wank one could imagine, but with only the most dire of consequences should the shark fail to keep her nut contained, 

"Heh, [i]good luck...~[/i]"

With a gurgle, again, the shark let the salamander's foot go, her tongue hanging out still even after the bathing it performed. Exhausted and tasting the faintest flavor of dirt, the shark girl was ready to take a nap. But instead Sali decided to be the sadist she was and use that freshly lubed up foot to dexterously (and dangerously!) start jerking off her raging boner. Her eyes went wide as the foot-fapping began. 

Pleasure exploded into her dick, causing her protest to only come out as gags and gurgles through clenched teeth. There was no way she'd last, and through the pleasurable one-foot foot job, her member ached more and more for release. Those soft and silky soles only needed 15 seconds on her cock before she let out a defeated whine. 

The flood gates broke and a torrent of cum (Not much for Sali, but big by shark standards) shot out, drenching both Sali's groin and the shark's whole body in steaming white fluid. The poor thing was absolutely done at that point, going tense right before cumming and going completely limp after. The only thing proving she was even still alive was some ragged breathing and quiet groaning.

And you can truthfully say that, unwilling or not, and whether the shark had given in or fought it to the last possibly semi-second, the orgasm reached and felt was one of the ages, the pleasure blistering, soul-scourging, absolutely titanic. And after so long...maybe it was well worth it? 

And who can say they can match Sali's potent production? What the shark gave was impressive without a single doubt, and that foot stays stroking throughout it and well into the afterglow, soon leaving it drenched in warm, fresh spunk that melts off equally warm blue foot-flesh. 

"You made it about halfway...~ Not bad!~ I expected far less...~" 

The cream-coated ball of her foot was busy polishing at that cock head, spent, but far from done. The pleasure had plateaued, and once it started to ween off, the shark might be shocked to feel that underneath it all, that need, that agonizing, twisting, unrepealing [b]NEED[/b] was still there, and perhaps even stronger then ever, her cock as painfully rock hard as it had started...

The shark was thus left a drooling mess, unable to form words, only able to groan in unenviable lust. The constant torture never left even as she felt the afterglow fade, making her hump her hips into that foot just to tease out another orgasm. She didn't care anymore, COULDN'T care even. Her mind was just awash with getting rid of the climbing lust inside of her. Her tip flared in pleasure and pain from the silky smooth feeling of Sali's foot against it. She just wanted it to be over, the feelings, the sensations were all too much. 

"Pl-Please......noh.....no more....."

Sali gladly let the shark feebly hump away at the foot, as a second wind would bleed quite easily into a second climax before the shark could even be sure she had made it, the size not able to match the first though the mess was still impressive, nut-sludge soon filling between the Mascot's flirty toes. 

"Sorry dear, but [i]more[/i] is all you're going to get. [i]More[/i] is all you're going to feel. All you're going to [i][b]want[/b][/i].  More is going to infect your very soul, rot your mind, and consume your body until your very existence is void. More will be the last word you know...and the last thing you feel...~"

Somewhere in the middle of this monologue, Salisha signaled off to the side, and soon, as if waiting just beyond the borders of the shark's awareness, a cement truck starts to reverse slowly, a harsh [b]BEEP[/b]...[b]BEEP[/b]...[b]BEEP [/b] growing ever louder as it approached.

Meanwhile, the shark feels that second orgasm pleasantly shoot through her tormentor's toes, but it soon faded into afterburn yet again as the evil Mascot kept polishing the tip of her raging dick. With another groan she could barely hear the Mascot's words over another orgasm, this time drooling out of her ruined cock. She could barely tell there was a cement truck coming into view, because of both the mind melting sensations and the fact that Sali's cock probably took up most of her vision.

Automatically, a channel for the wet cement extends from the truck's mixing vat, one that was already spinning with Park-Knows-What[sup]TM[/sup] waiting within. 

"So virile...~" she remarks, setting her cum-marked foot away, only to then crouch and replace it's absence with the tight grip of a hand. She waits no time yanking that shark cock off with a mission clear in mind; to blindly incite yet another climax, the shark not even getting ten seconds of rest in between...

Just from jerking her off, the shark elicits a pained shout from the her tear stricken face along with another sharp orgasm, spurting out the last of stale semen onto Sali's face. Through half lidded eyes some more tears fall, dick turning an angry red now from the constant and intense orgasms in the past few minutes. "[i]S-Stop.....[/i]"

But Sali just sticks her tongue out and jabs her dick in the shark's face, not really aiming or caring what she hit, though the mouth was [i]obviously[/i] her target, as it was a way of gagging her up once more and choking down those words. And if she thought the complete emptying of her balls would bring any kind of end, the shark was sorely disappointed. 

That same hand was twisting the shark's non-stop rigid member, not caring how pointless or spoiled the coming climaxes were, nor how dry and bereft of semen. Sali's cock could run out too, but where she could just grab the nearest slut and stuff them right down her dick, to be churned up into a fresh batch of synth-seed, the shark had no such option; even if she could, or would, stoop to such a level to end a life just so she can keep on squirting.

The shark definitely could not fit that fat member in her mouth, so instead the head of Salisha's cock just plugged her up like a drain. Her lips and teeth closed around the apex of Sali's head, unable to move or bite down. She was just stuck there, gagged and at her mercy again. 

Through her rubbery dick-flesh, the shark girl let out a pained moan as another orgasm crests out with barely any cum to show for it. It seems most of her load was built up for that first release, one that feels like ages ago for the shark. Plenty more still came and went, until they were all completely empty, back to back, one folding into the other, leaving her in mind-melting lust as the overstimulation and the pain made it hard for her to enjoy this, even in the slightest. 

Salisha at least had thirty minutes before the cement was fully mixed and ready to be poured, so she had her fun with the shark while she could, hips hammering against her face, making her throat feel like her ass must. And speaking of ass, during all this, the Mascot plucked (or rather, forcibly tugged) that dildo loose so she might finger, and then shortly fist, that shattered cavity all the while. Did that add to the climaxes or did it detract? Was it pleasure or pain (or some mixture of the two?) Did it ever once matter for the Mascot? Now [b]that[/b] we know the answer too!

"Don't worry!~ I'm going to replace it soon enough. And with something better to boot; A nuclear powered [b]ass-brator[/b]...that's a vibrator...[i]for your ass[/i]!~ It'll run out of juice in 300 years...or so I'm told...not that you'll live to see it!~ This thing is gonna be rattling inside your cement-covered skeleton for quite a while I'm sure..."

The shark was barely able to enjoy the freedom from the ass stretching due to the pounding in her throat. Sali was somehow able to shove that member into her tiny mouth and got her dick to hammering speed even at the risk of grazing her teeth. Through gurgles, she complained even more, but no one who heard it cared. She was just lucid enough to start to get scared at the threat of being encased forever, but again she lost the energy trying to fight to escape days ago. All she could do now was cry and let her fate ensue.

With the help of a few sycophants and simps hoping to curry favor with this twisted princess of sadist lusts, Sali had that vibe installed, the thing coming in two pieces: [b]1)[/b] a rubber sleeve, and [b]2)[/b] tube-shaped machinery (reactor and vibrating mechanism combo) that fits cleanly inside and locks with the snap of steel hinges, ensuring it will stay in place. 

All that was left was for someone to flip the simple On/Off switch. 

"And that's not all I've been told...~ It has an onboard AI system that varies the routines. Most weeks you'll feel it going off inside you at full power, but it'll cycle to half, even quarter strength, to let your ass heal...[i]somewhat[/i]. The sleeve can even inflate to ten times it's own size, though it can take years to both reach it's critical mass and minimal size...it'll be swapping between the two for the foreseeable future though, so long forward to that!~"

The poor shark watches as the dastardly device is applied into her ass and readied to be turned on. With something else filling her bum again her dick starts to harden more, greedily turning an even angrier red to try and recover from the overstimulation. Through a mouthful of dick she was forced to listen to Sali's tauntings, only cementing her fate more and more into her brain.

Recovery? Salisha can't have any of that! She dashes such silly hopes away with a thorough application of her slithering tongue, licking that cock like a fast melting bar of ice-cream, intent on keeping her streak of dry-heaving climaxes going, her balls helpless to meet the demand. 

That itself was bringing a squeezing pain far beyond any suffering the blue balls had given her the week prior. Nothing was touching them, yet it felt like a vise was clamping down, as if threatening to pop them for whatever minuscule speck of nut-juice remains inside.

The shark's body naturally humped into that delectable tongue, splurting some pre into Sali's mouth in a pitiful display. Through a headache and a mouthful of Mascot cock, she couldn't help but moan a bit again from the feeling tickling down her member amidst all the tense pain, the same pain that shot through her nuts, an [i]oh so familiar[/i] pressure trying to force out what wasn't there. 

At this point her dick probably shrank an inch or too from the tampering, making it less viable as a pleasure toy. Her face might still work as a nice seat for the Park...and her tongue couldn't get tired like her dick did~

Ah, but unfortunately for her, the wheels were already in motion. A voice came from afar, but could the shark even focus enough to hear the words and then make sense of that, "Miss Salisha? The Syn-ment™️ is ready..."

"Good...~" Sali quickly replies, "Be a doll and test it out, would you?~" 

there was an awkward cough and a few mumbled words, but as far as the shark could tell, Sali's request was heard and obeyed, as the cement mixer was starting to lift off the truck bed with a Park staffer in a construction worker outfit standing (and shaking) below, "Can't have all our efforts go to waste, right?~"

Through foggy eyes, the shark lifts her head up to watch the display, thanking the lords that Sali had to remove herself from her throat while she turned to speak to the worker. She tried to speak up but only managed to cough up a glob of pre cum that soon shut her up as she tried swallowing the rest. Her own body shook from the weeks of torment, and from the fear of having to watch what she assumed would be her own demise.

Without paying the shark much attention, an all too similar vibrator contraption was fit down her throat and locked in. It shared all the same functionalities and impressive shelf-life as it's anal cavity cousin, but was also designed to be "breathable." 

[s]Barely[/s]. 

In fact, at random, it was made to choke and strangle it's user, restricting their breathing channel to the verge of unconsciousness, before the pressure-borne blockage clears and they can struggle to keep their lungs pumping anew. It would effectively make sleep an permanent impossibility now, not that the shark got much in the weeks prior.

And while that was all dawning on her, the shark got to watch as the possum man was coated in sloppy, wet, cement, the fast-acting formula leading to the mix drying in a matter of seconds, much to the possum's wild and panicking chagrin...until he went still, frozen as a shoddy and undetailed grey statue. Sali leaned in to his chest soon after, to listen until a devious grin grew across her face, "Alive...~ Good...~" she pushes him away thusly, letting him topple over with a heavy * [b]CLACK[/b] *, "Bury him, I don't care where...~" she waves dismissively those slack-jawed loiters, who rush to see her will done before they suffer a similar (or worse!) fate...

Meanwhile, the shark does fight against the oral gag but eventually succumbs. Her head twists and turns to acclimate the toy into her throat before she starts gagging as it dips past her uvula. This was not a pleasant feeling, that's for sure, and it only gets worse from here. 

Forced to watch that display of careless cruelty, she could only huff unhappily now that the gag was locked inside her throat, witnessing in her own pale horror as the possum turns rigid and still. Unable to accept her fate, she puts up one last protest that only turns to more begging and crying, unseemly for one of her kind.

A couple of those same workers had brought over a mold and laid it on the floor in front of the cement slide. It was just a simple square wooden frame, one that the shark fits quite nicely within once she was uplifted, the poles that kept her in place doing the same now as the ropes never came off. Her posture was adjusted and she was set down on her back, the gravity of spending all this time upside-down finally released, though it might all serve to just make the girl feel even [b]MORE[/b] dizzy. 

Her legs were bent, knee joints completely flexed in so that her feet, and her cock, were made level. Salisha had the latter, and was yanking and pulling on it without remorse, pinching and abusing it, and as if one needed an explanation, she just smiled and softly spoke, 

"Just trying to get you used to your new normal...~ Oh, and speaking of that, before I forget...~" 

Into a thigh, another needled injector was plunged. 

"Your [b]second[/b] dose, same as the first...~ You might not even need this, but hey, I just wanted to be sure...~" 

The shark could pretty confidently say that she did NOT; the effects of the first poison has yet to wane even one iota...and now, [b]now[/b], it was all going to be doubled up on...increased twofold, though to her, it might as well be a [i]billion[/i]fold.

Finally being freed from gravity would be alleviating if she didn't know her next predicament would be far worse. Shaking her head, the shark was easily posed the way the staff wanted her, set up nicely in a revealing shape that left her legs tucked in and feet ready to give herself a footjob were it not for Sali's hands already occupying that member. 

She recognized the needle she was about to be injected with and objected heavily though it was, as usual, all in vain. She felt the drug quickly travel into her system, though thankfully this one wasn't as potent and dispersed through her whole body rather than sticking in just her cock head. Even so, she groaned in defeat, rolling her head on the ground in pitiful agony, her body shuddering and quaking from the excess [i]need[/i] pumping through her veins.

Making sure she was close at hand, but still safe from getting covered herself, Salisha gave the cement truck operator a nod, and with the pull of a lever, the mixing vat rose once more, sending a thick deluge of chunky, grey muck down and on top of the shark. 

Her face was the first to meet it and four helpers with cement smoothing trowels were quick get to work with making sure it was spread evenly around the frame, covering the shark completely, from head, but (pointedly) not to toe! Salisha kept ahold of that cock the entire time, and steadied those feet too, trying to ensure they ended up with their soles facing out and flat, with her harshly used cock rising like a reddened pillar between...

The poor shark did nothing but shift and squirm as the cement covered her body. She was weak against the efforts of the staff though, and eventually she had a thick sheet of cement covering her. Her view blacked out completely, but surprisingly (all except for Salisha) she was still able to breathe...but only just. Each breath was a struggle, and she found herself choking and gagging more often then not. Her lungs got enough oxygen to survive, but every bit of it came hard. 

By the end, only her feet and dick were left out in the cool air as she felt the heat of the reaction around her. In seconds she was left just a mumbling block of rock, with a pair of squirming feet and throbbing cock sticking out of it.

Continuing to sculpt and smooth over her, the shark was soon shaped as a perfect rectangle, with just the right dimensions to keep her body completely enclosed. And while that should of been fatal, this little creation, was one of the earlier ones the Park had funded, researched, and (of course) made commercially available, "[i]Syn-Ment: The only Cement designed with people in mind![/i]" 

Not only was it porous, thus allowing one to breathe [i]poorly[/i], but the material itself had photosynthesis qualities and was adept at 'Feeding' the occupant inside. It wouldn't be much of course, [i]just[/i] enough to keep the shark alive, but that's all that mattered. [u]Long-term encasement[/u]. This is how the shark would remain, [b]permanently[/b]. Not even death would offer an escape, as Salisha had noted earlier, this cement would carry her bones and be her coffin.

Hopeless didn't even begin to describe such a fate. Where the shark ended up, she would never know. Plans were made of course to install the block on some random path in the Park where she'd be submerged so that only her cock and feet were above ground. The rest would be held upside down, unseen, unheard, and [i]uncared[/i] for. 

She was basically on the level of a bench now or waste bin, and without any warning from the Mascot to leave her alone, she was treated as less then dirt, with people literally stamping and trampling her dick as they passed, but no amount of damage or abuse done bringing her arousal-laden and want-cursed body an ounce of relief. Her balls never recover either, her cum production more or less ceased, meaning not even the expulsion of seed was left for her to enjoy. The ability to enjoy anything really has become a thing of the past...yet the infliction of [b]MORE[/b] remains...always unending, unstopping...

And with all this and more all the shark had to look forward too, the Mascot dusted off her hands and smiled in sublime satisfaction, "Another job done, another guest [i]handled[/i]...~" If you couldn't leave happy, then it was best you never left at all...~

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