My stomach and heart changed places in my body when he clamped my clit hood up and away from my clit, and I saw the electric toothbrush again.
“I’m already raw, Sir. Please don’t.”
“You know how this works, Ember darling.”
Right, but I’d just used my safeword for the very first time. No way was I going to use it again.
He ran the toothbrush all around my exposed, swollen clit and I screamed at the top of my lungs until he pulled it off. “What did Able do to your clit?”
I glared at him. He was right — this was what he’d had to do to get me to tell him about other things Able had done to me. He’d beat the bottoms of my feet until I told him how Able had forced me to take enemas until I looked nine months pregnant. D then taught me to enjoy small enemas, and it’d taken a long time for me to orgasm while he gave me one, but we’d both been so pleased when it’d finally happened.
Another time, D had kept using hotter and hotter pepper oil on my asshole and pussy until I’d told him why I was so averse to speech restrictions. Able and his inner circle had once spoken Russian around me for months, and had forbidden me from speaking. If I said a word they could understand, my tongue had been put in chopsticks for twenty-four hours. You can’t do that to a human, but I’d survived it because of my shapeshifter status. They’d turned me into a pet for real, and he’d had to bring a therapist in to get me to act human again when he tired of the game.
And now, Dementor wanted to know what had been done to my clit that had made me safeword for the first time ever, but that was okay. I could handle the electric toothbrush. It hurt ever-so-much more on the stretched, distended tissues, but not enough for me to tell him how badly I’d been mutilated.
I closed my eyes and settled in, accepting the fact my boobs were growing fast enough I could feel them stretching, and my clit was about to become the center of my universe. Once you accept the fact you’re going to hurt, it isn’t as bad. Fighting it makes it hurt more. Well, except for extreme pain. Nothing can help that.
I don’t know if he’d planned to do more than the toothbrush, or if he changed tactics when he realized I was settling in for the long haul, but the next thing I knew, the huge buttplug was being eased out of my ass. It’d been in long enough, it hadn’t been a major focus since the original ass-spasms, when the muscles decided to protest particularly loud.
My body had soaked in the lube, which made the plug hurt so much worse coming out. It opened already-strained muscles even more, and my high-pitched screams echoed back at me.
“Can you be nice to me for just a minute or two, please?” The request sounded pathetic even to my ears, but I couldn’t help it.
As soon as the plug came out, he removed his gloves and he was at my side, one hand on my belly, the warmth of him soaking in, and the fingers of his other hand resting on my cheek and jaw. “I’m here. I’m always right here. I love watching you scream and writhe. It makes my dick so hard. It’s also important I know the dark parts of your history, so I can either avoid them or help you work past them. This is one of those cases, my beautiful little swanling. I’d ask you to do this the easy way, but I’ve learned over and over that you need to do it the hard way, so I’m here to help you through it.”
“I don’t want to tell you.”
“Which is exactly why you must.”
I was tempted to tell him, but I needed to know what he’d planned before I could make an informed decision. “How are you going to try to make me?”
“I have an anal speculum large enough a basketball can fit inside when it’s fully extended. We’re going to stretch your ass until you tell me.”
Right, and I’d spill my guts long before he managed to open it that wide. I took a breath and told him a little bit of it. I thought maybe it would be enough to satisfy his questions.
“Able cut my clit hood off. Sometimes, he’d let me change in a day or two. Sometimes it was months.”
“What else?”
“Why does there have to be something else?”
“Because I’m sure that hurt and caused you long term humiliation and extra-sensitivity, but it feels like it would take more for you to refuse to tell me.”
I took a breath and blew it out. If I told him that was the worst thing Able had done, I’d smell as if I were lying.
“Did he do more? Or was that it?” he asked.
Fuck. So much for trying to make him think that was it. I stared at the ceiling so I wouldn’t have to look at him.
He patted my belly, released the clip things on the tubing so the saline solution filled my boobs faster, and went to the wall. He came back with a speculum, and he opened it to show me how wide it would go.
He hadn’t been exaggerating. Fuck.
“He cut my clit completely off and sewed up my inner labia and most of my outer labia — there was just a hole for me to pee out of. I was anal-only for months. Without a clit or vaginal penetration, I couldn’t orgasm.” Some women claim they can orgasm from anal stimulation alone, but I’m not one of them. It helps my orgasms along, but it can’t be the sole sensory input
He came back to my head and caressed my cheek again. “Thank you. As a reward, I’ll flog your inner thighs while your tits finish, and then I’ll stand you up and flog the fuck out of your back.”
This might sound like hell, but it’s one of my favorite things — especially if I have a vibe inserted, and he put a medium sized vibrating plug in my ass before he started.
“You have permission to orgasm whenever you want.”
The extreme pain from earlier had primed me for the flogger, and I came at least a dozen times in the thirty or forty minutes he let my boobs keep growing. The flogger strands gave me both stinging, burning pain and the most intense caress you can imagine. The sensations all built on themselves until the pleasure was too intense to survive, and my orgasms came practically one after another, each more powerful than the one before.
Dementor
Her tits were huge when I finally situated her in the center of the room, her arms attached to a spreader bar over her head, and the winch tightened until she stood on the balls of her feet. I wanted to see her dance under the whip, and not allowing her heels to touch the ground was the fastest way to make that happen.
I love Ember’s figure the way it is. I don’t especially care whether a woman has big tits or small tits, since I’m most interested in the nipples, and my little swanling has beautiful nipples. Still, the sight of her with huge tits and deep red nipples had my cock so hard it throbbed, but I wasn’t ready to find my own relief just yet.
Ember could turn any way she wanted, and I struck whatever she put in front of me, which meant I managed to strike her tits fairly regularly. I hit hard and fast and didn’t give her a chance to recover for at least ten minutes, and then she only had the time it took me to put that flogger down and pick up my matched set.
She saw me with them and knew what was coming, but she didn’t ask me not to. We both knew she loved this. Her scent also told the tale.
“No orgasms until my dick’s buried in your cunt. Tell me if you’re too close to hold back and I’ll help you out.”