And wider
Andwider.
When it was the thickness of a soda can, I stopped. Her moans and whines came both on the inhale and exhale, but it was still mostly good pain. She was fine. Stuffed completely full, but fine.
I removed the fingers from around my wrist, took one nipple clamp off, and pulsed my cock bigger. My Arabella gave a long, shrieking scream.
The other nipple clamp off. Another scream. My cock went thicker.Again. This scream was frantic, and longer. She stopped long enough to get a breath, and then screamed some more. I pulsed my cock wider. And wider. I felt her asshole tear a little. I pulled out a few inches and slammed back in. This fat, I only had about five inches to work with, so I didn’t move much.
“What do you want?”
“I want to come, Sir!”
“That isn’t happening while the sun’s up. We’ll see what Kieran thinks once he and Gwen come up and join the fun. It pleases me to deny you, for now. What else do you want?”
“A kindness, Sir. A single kindness.” Her gaze met mine. “Please?”
I used gentle pressure to massage her nipples until they were the right shape again. I caressed her breasts. I cradled her cheek with my hand, and leaned forward as much as I could with my fist still buried in her cunt. “I love you, dear Arabella. You’re pleasing me. I know you can take more. Will you take what I need to give you?”
“I will always take what you want to give me. YouknowI love you all the way to the bottom of my heart.”
“I do.”
We had another forty minutes until the vampires joined us, and I made my cock as fat as it would go and still be long enough to stay in, and then added a few fingers around it, to spread heropen even more. She wassofull, it was a tight fit. Her holes would be wrecked when the vampires came up, but that was okay. Gwen especially enjoyed whipping a nicely wrecked hole. I didn’t know why, but I quite enjoyed watching.
Of course, when Kieran wrecked my asshole and then she whipped it, I didn’t always appreciate her technique.
I had a massive orgasm in herandon her a few moments before the sun sank below the horizon, and then sat in the chair to recover while I waited for the two vampires to join us. I kept my hand in her cunt because I had a feeling Kieran wanted me to.
And I’d been right, because he walked to me, slid his fingers in around my wrist, and then talked me through pulling my fist out as his went in.
What I didn’t expect, was for him to immediately jam his other fist in. My hands are a lot bigger than his, so it made sense, once I considered it.
But...damn. That was sexy as fuck. Both of his hands inside of her. Swallowed up by her cunt. He’d dipped them in the cinnamon oil first, so the burn would start fresh and be worse for her. Raw tissues and burning oil.
But she wasn’t screaming or shaking her head. In fact, she was looking at him with doe eyes, and her scent was all good pain. Once upon a time, I’d have assumed he was using vampire mind tricks, but I knew better. She wanted to please him. She loved having him own her just as much as she loved having me own her.
And just as much as you love having me own you?Gwen asked telepathically.
It’s a different kind of ownership, but yes. I like it when you take charge, Ma’am.
“You know where I want you.”
I did. There’s a bar she likes me to bend over so she can stick things in my ass and torture my cock and balls from behind. Mostly, she likes it because there’s a padded platform she can lie on, perfect for me to eat her out while I’m bent over and in pain from whatever she’s just done to my cock, balls, and asshole.
Apparently, she felt some turnabout was fair play, because she stuffed a huge plug up my ass and used pepper oil as lube. Not cinnamon oil. Oh no. That would’ve been too kind. Tears streamed from my eyes, but I didn’t scream. My screams upset our swan, and sometimes the vampires did that for a mind-fuck, but today, they ordered me to remain silent. I did, but I couldn’t stop the tears.
My Mistress rubbed the oil on my cock and balls, and hung weights from my balls until I worried they’d be ripped off. I’d seen a slave castrated this way once. He’d beenchangedshortly thereafter, and healed. And then put back into human form so they could do it again. He’d been sentenced to be castrated thirteen times in one night, and the other slaves had been forced to watch. The last time, they castrated him with a dull silver knife — so it hurt worse and so the silver was in contact longer while they sawed at it — and then didn’t let himchange. He was kept in human form three and a half weeks, and his balls never grew back.
We’d all behavedperfectlyfor months afterward. Talk about a way to pull all the male slaves into conformity.
And so, whenever someone put so many weights on my balls, this memory always returned. It wasn’t a good thing. My dick went soft. I couldn’t help it.
Gwen put a hand on my back. “I’ve asked you before to let me take that memory away.”
I shook my head. “No. It’smymemory. It’s important. It’s part of what made me who I am.”
She sighed. “Yes. It is, and that’s a shame. I won’t touch your memories without your permission.”
