His hips were done being still though, and he pulled out and slammed his cock back in. Then he did it again. And again.
Every time he bottomed out, the spikes raked and stabbed her raw flesh. Every thrust tore desperate, muffled shrieks from her chest that never made it into the room.
He loved the way her body jerked and convulsed, loved the way her asshole spasmed and milked him every time the metal bit deeper. It was pure, filthy heaven, and he closed his eyes to just fucking enjoy it while he pounded her — hips slamming, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, using her helpless body for his pleasure. The chair creaked under the force. Her body bounced and convulsed in the restraints, every slam driving the spikes into her again and again, turning her already-abused hole into a burning, ruined mess. He pistoned harder, faster, chasing the perfect combination of pain and pleasure for both of them.
When he finally came, he buried himself as deep as he could go and unloaded with a low, guttural groan, pulsing thick and hot inside her while her wrecked asshole clenched and fluttered around him in helpless spasms.
He stayed buried deep for a long moment, breathing hard, savoring the way she trembled around him while she sobbed in forced silence.
He pulled out, removed the spiked ring from his now-soft cock, released the strap holding her back down, grabbed his cutting pliers, walked around to her front, and snipped the zip-ties holding her nipples to the chair.
But the clamps weren’t coming off yet, no matter the monsoon of tears running down her face.
She stood up straight, clearly relieved to do so, and he told her, “We aren’t finished, far from it. I need you to make a decision about the gag. I have two variants for the next pose. Neither will be comfortable, but the one that lets you keep the gag in is much less so. Nod if you can keep quietwithout the gag, shake your head if you can’t be trusted without it. But before you do, know that if you want it out and you scream, you’ll be punished this time. No mere consequences.”
She stared at him a good five seconds before she nodded, and he immediately released the air, then gently removed it from her mouth.
“No words, no loud sounds.”
He leaned down to cut the zip-ties connecting her to the chair and sounded gruff even to himself at his instructions. “Center of the bed, knees and chest, arms aimed down so they’re inside your legs — and make sure your legs are spread fucking wide. Go.”
He collected the things he’d need in the bedroom, grabbed his duffel, and followed her in.
First things first, she needed to be restrained, so he looped a three-foot zip-tie through the hardware on her left wrist and left ankle cuffs, and tightened it down. She had to move her chest closer to her hips, then closer still, and her sharp intake of breath told him the nipple clamps felt every inch.
When her hands were just below her knees, he did the same with her right side, and then cut the excess plastic. She was folded tight now, ass high, shoulders rounded, completely helpless.
He picked up the Delrin Mini — fourteen inches of hell, three millimeters wide, with a nice wooden handle that gave him perfect control. It traveled well and hurt like fuck.
He started on herasshole.
The first strike landed with a sharpthwackand then bounced up several inches, which brought a whole different thrill — the idea of an asshole acting like a little trampoline.
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, he thought with dark satisfaction, and brought the cane down again. Harder.
And smiled when the cane bounced higher.
He paused to watch her hole clench and spasm before striking again.
He took his time, making sure she felt every ounce of pain from every stroke until her swollen, tender rim was an even deeper angry crimson shot through with multiple shades of purple. Each strike made her body jerk against the zip-ties, but she managed not to vocalize more than moans and whines.
He wanted to hit her harder than he dared strike her asshole, so he moved to the side of the bed and caned her ass and the backs of her thighs, careful not to split the skin, but fuck, it felt good to really swing the short cane.
This Delrin left perfect, short little angry raised welts that would linger for days.
He’d brought the loopy johnny, but decided tonight was about her asshole, and it was time to return to it.
He wanted it raw, swollen, and burning when he fucked it again.
So he went back to the small plastic flogger, flaying her abused hole without pause until the flesh was hot enough he felt it radiate from two feet away.
Finally, he lubed his cock, and noted her pussy was opening and closing.
“Look at that poor neglected little cunt,” he said, “clenching around nothing. And that clit… completely ignored.”
He climbed onto the bed between her legs, lined up, and plunged in hard.
But her hole was swollen and tight, and he had to fight hard to get all the way in —and the entire time, she was trying her hardest not to scream, and he was ready to turn her face into the mattress and stop it, if she did.
