Even though he stood beside her head, and nowhere near her ass, the thing inside her began to tingle.
Not just tingle—sting.
“Amazing how many options it has,” Jordan mused as Trish’s asshole began to burn, making her pant as her body tried to cringe away from the torturous plug filling it. It was impossible not to squirm, which, of course, made the clamps tug and pull on her nipples. She whined, high in her throat, and then screamed into her gag as the thing began to buzz and vibrate inside her. Trish jerked, hard, and agony shot through her nipples, and her breasts throbbed with aching pulses of pain. Tears slid down her cheeks and she let out a little sob behind her gag.
Noises to her left indicated Marek and Laura were beginning to fuck, aroused by Trish’s erotic torment as she reluctantly was. Even though her ass burned, her nipples were brutalized, and more punishment was coming, Trish’s pussy was also creaming and occasionally clenching emptily as she ached to be filled. She wanted her punishment to be over already, and, at the same time, every bit of it turned her on more and more.
Smack!
Jordan’s hand came down hard on her ass, but not as hard as it could have. It was just hard enough to cut through the sensations she already felt, and added to the mix with a hefty dose of erotic pain.
Smack!
Her other cheek bounced at the impact, jolting her forward, and her nipples burned at the pull.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
The hard, heavy swats against her bottom didn’t need to be hard because she burned inside, and the impact of his hand on her ass made it harder not to clench around the fiery plug. The swats also made her wriggle, and her nipples were even more raw and swollen in their tight confinement as the chain pulled at the tender buds.
Trish sobbed, screamed into the gag, and did her best to remain still, to no avail. It felt like she was on fire all over as he continued to spank her, and the hot sounds of Laura and Marek fucking only added to the eroticism of the situation. Slick wetness coated the tops of her thighs the more punishment she took, and, even as her full ass blazed and buzzed, her pussy ached to be filled.
Just without the torturous burning.
“Good girl.”
Jordan’s hand rubbed over her tender, reddened skin, his palm cupping the hot flesh he’d chastised, and the burn inside her began to lessen, as well. His hand caressed, dipped, and found her soaking-wet pussy. He pushed his fingers inside, and Trish moaned, her body trying to squeeze them as she braced for the renewed pain of the plug, but it never came.
A soothing coolness now emanated from the toy: a balm to the scalded, sensitive flesh of her channel. The buzzing vibrations continued, stoking her arousal as the painful burn slid away.
Trish moaned, her pleasure rising high and fast as he stroked her with his fingers, her nipples still two aching points on her chest where the chains pulled at them.
Just as she was about to orgasm, Jordan pulled his fingers free again, and Trish yelled her frustration into her gag. She didn’t like the gag, but there was something wonderful about being able to yell and scream and shout and say what she liked, and it wouldn’t be understood, so she couldn’t be punished for it.
When he moved back down to her breasts, Trish moaned, a long, drawn-out sound because she was so relieved the clamps were going to come off, but it would hurt so much.
And it did.
A tingling, stinging, sharp pain of little needles jabbed into her crushed flesh as it filled out again. Her nipples felt swollen to twice their size and were incredibly sensitive. It didn’t matter that the clamps were no longer attached, the slightest movement made them jiggle and ache. Jordan’s fingers trailed down her back and over her hot, ass cheeks, tracing patterns on the sensitive flesh as he moved around behind her to admire his work. She wriggled, wanting more of his touch but afraid her punishment might not be over yet.
Trish screamed as Jordan’s cock shoved into her pussy with one hard thrust, using her copious lubrication to ease his way.
So full… She was so hotly full of his cock after being so empty, and the buzzing of the plug in her ass made her feel even fuller, somehow. Trish was used to being fucked with a plug in her ass, but the buzzing added another level of sensation that made her more aware of how stuffed, how stretched she was.
Restrained to the lectern as she was, there was nothing Trish could do but take the hard, pounding fuck he was intent on giving her. Her breasts jiggled and swayed, making her nipples throb, and her ass flared with renewed pain every time he thrust home and his body smacked against the base of the plug and her hot cheeks. Trish moaned, immobile and helpless, and her orgasm curled deep inside her before expanding in a scorching burst of heat and ecstasy that had her sobbing all over again as Jordan’s cock impaled her relentlessly.
He rode her through the orgasm, her body clenching and spasming with the pain and pleasure, the waves of climax rolling over her continuously until he jerked with a loud groan. Moltenheat filled her pussy as his cum spurted inside her, leaving her quivering and spent.
Softness was all around her as Trish roused, confused.
It took her a moment before she realized she and Laura were in the bed in the playroom, apparently having curled up to sleep together.
“Mmmm… How are you feeling?” Laura blinked sleepily as Trish stirred against her.
“Um… okay… I think…” Trish’s hand went to her bottom, which clenched around the plug inside it automatically. She tensed for a moment, expecting pain, but it was just the usual feeling of her backside being filled.
