"Please," Pearl whined from behind her gag. She needed this, she needed it more than she had ever needed anything before. Even more than her pink skirt that Mr. Krabs had loved so much.
"Please what?" asked Eugene, a burly ex naval officer with a hefty bank account.
"Please... daddy," squeaked Pearl, sweat dripping from her blow hole.
At the sound of daddy, Mr. Krabs thrusted with all his might and let out a hearty "har har har."
Pearl's back arched as she bit her lip to hold back a scream. With every thrust Pearl became more and more unraveled. Just as she was about to explode with waves upon waves of pleasure, Eugene Krabs, known for his rough loving, stopped.
"Wh-what? Why daddy? Please, please don't stop. I need you." moaned Pearl breathlessly.
"You know what I need, babygirl," snarled Eugene, "say it."
"N-no. I won't. Not this time," responded Pearl defiantly.
Searing pain roared across her cheek, and as Pearl saw the beefy red pincer retract, she realized what had just happened. Tears running down her newly raw face, she cried, "Fine! Are you.. are you feeling it now Mr. Krabs?"
Pleased with her compliance, Eugene returned to ravaging Pearl, this time with a plunger in hand. Just as his final thrust left Pearl completely unglued, her sobs and moans were muffled with the sound of the rubber suction cup securely locked on her face. And finally, she was free.
