Fallus Wine (Patreon)

"Oh my God! Look at that! It works! Stomping on grapes really do be wine!"

"Please Bigail... We are exhausted... Please..."

Said Stella, panting like a dog. She was begging Bigail to turn off the electro-torture device. If the girl's feet touch the bottom of the bucket, they get shocked violently, forcing them to always be on the move and try to have as much grapes under their feet as possible.

"Good! That is perfect actually! The more you cry, sweat and drool, the more liquid and taste you are adding to the mix! Grapes are very expensive these days. Tears, saliva and sweat is still free!!!"

"You... Didn't... Even... Let us... Wash our feet..."

"Of course not! It's all about the taste!"

*ZAP!!!*

"Comon Ember! You are falling asleep!!!"

"I'm so sorry ma'am... I'm very tired..."

"Mmmmhh... I know what will help you guys... Sensory deprivation!"

"WHAT!?"

"If you can't speak, see or hear, you can't feel pain. Right!?"

"WHAAAAT!? WHER-"

"So this way, you will focus more on the wine and less on your weak bodies."

"NOOOO!!! PLEASE BIGAIL!!! NOT THAT!!!"

And that is how that happened.

69$ a bottle. They're made with love.