Page 25 of Free Fall

“Bite your tongue,” I told her. “No noise. You will come in silence, or you will be punished.” And I was going to make that as hard as possible. I grinned at the challenge glistening in her eye.

I pushed the plug deep into her, enjoying how her ass sucked it up, the way the T-bar sat against the globes of her ass cheeks when it settled all the way inside her. Her thighs shivered and she gnawed on her lip, but stayed quiet.

I ignored my erection. It was crying for some friction, reaching for all Zelda’s delicious holes, but I had plans to enact first. The dildo was lubed up next. Pink, vibrating, larger than the average toy, but not by much. This was light work for Zelda and her stretching kink. We needed one of those enormous dildos that looked like traffic cones. That would have her wild. I rested the vibrating dildo against her hole as I turned on the clit sucker. It pulsed, joining its dick shaped brethren in the almost white noise music bouncing around the room.

One, two, three, I pressed the sucker against her clit and thrust the dildo inside her, increasing the vibration with my thumb as it filled her up. Right away, she reacted, gasping and shaking.

“Fuck!” she cried out, her back arching as I continued to turn up the vibrations on both toys, grateful for the ergonomic design. It would be no good if I were fumbling here. I nailed her with the dildo, pulling it in and out, making sure it dragged against her insides, seeking her g-spot with every pulse. Her ass and pussy were filled, her clit was being sucked. Her tits looked lonely.

I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth, biting and sucking and running my tongue over it as it puckered up, my hands still busy working her over, filling her up and fucking her fast. She came, almost in total silence, groaning and writhing and shaking as I didn’t remove any of the devices, any of the power. She jolted and tried to squirm away, twitching and whining as her over-sensitive body was ridden further by the toys, by my mouth. I refused to give up until she’d come a dozen more times.

“Please,” she whimpered, sweat making her shin shine, her face so flush I could see the difference even in the darkness. But I ignored her. Within minutes, with a slight change of pace on the dildo and a shift of the clit sucker, she came again. This one looked painful, too much, too intense. A gush of fluid followed the dildo when I yanked it out. My cock grew harder, throbbing and filling with more blood, stretching the skin.

Needed her. Shit, I needed to feel that warmth, that wetness.

Keeping the sucker on her golden spot, I dropped the dildo and pulled her closer. Our gazes locked for a moment, her head tipped back so I could only see a sliver of her eye. Her mouth was open, slack, her body both tense and relaxed, oscillating between the need for more and fatigue pulling her under.

I thrust my cock into her pussy, groaning at how she wrapped around me, hugged me tight with her well-used walls. She was hot, soaked, letting me slide right in until my hips touched her ass.

“Holy fuck, my little puppet. I’ll never get over how incredible you feel on my cock,” I told her, watching the place we connected. The emotion that twitched inside me made me lose rhythm. Shit.

I grabbed the dildo I’d dropped to the side and pressed it against her lips. But she squeezed them tight, turned her head away.

My eyes narrowed. She still said nothing. Holding my cock within her, but not fucking her, I dropped the clit sucker on her stomach and grasped her jaw, squeezing it until she cried out and opened for me. “Suck this dick, Zelly. I want every one of your holes stuffed. Taste yourself on it. It’s proof of how much you fucking crave this.”

With a heavy glare in her eyes, she let me press the dildo into her mouth, still covered in lube and her pussy fluid. I pushed it in until she gagged, then pulled it out a fraction so she could breathe. She looked at me with hatred, but her eyelids fluttered. She was as depraved as me.

“Keep it in,” I demanded.

She muffled something I couldn’t understand. “If you need to safe word, wriggle your fingers.”

She sobbed, but nodded.

I grinned and slammed into her.

Thirteen

Zelda

Stuffed.

His puppet.

He wasn’t lying. I’d never felt more like his toy to use. I was just so full. The dildo shoved deep into my mouth, thudding against the back of my throat so it was hard to breathe, tasted of myself, of orgasms and muskiness. My ass stretched with the butt plug he’d thrust into me with no prep, and my pussy… Luca was relentless as he drove into me, grunting and growling as he fucked me like I didn’t matter. Like I was his puppet to manipulate as he wished.

He held the rose toy against my clit and clawed at my thigh with his other hand to hold me steady. I just squeezed my eyes shut and took it all. My tied up legs ached with shoots of pain where he’d done a poor job using my clothes as rope. My ankles and feet were numbing, and my inner thighs, spread wide, too damn wide, stretched like the screaming muscles were seconds from snapping.

Trussed up and open, two orgasms deep, I let another roll through me in that silence he wanted. I didn’t even whimper around the dildo, only squeezed my teeth into the silicon as the soft orgasm crested through me. I was too wrung out for it, so it wasn’t intense, no heavy build up or gasping spasms. Just a gentle wave rushing through me with a soundless sigh around the dildo.

“Good girl,” Luca cooed, looking down at me with disheveled hair and a wild look in his eye. “I can feel you coming on my dick, squeezing me. Milking me. Do you want my cum? Want me to fill you up?”

My gut ached and tensed and roiled. Tears streamed down my face as he pressed the rose toy harder onto my too-tender clit. No pleasure shot from it now, only pain and intensity, but still, a pressure built behind it. Too many. Too painful. I couldn’t believe it was possible for my body to behave this way, didn’t seem real. I was somewhere else, in a dream or locked up in a fantasy. My jaw throbbed from the dildo, but I bit down, digging my teeth in to hold it in place and not cry out. The sucking vibrations hurt, my clit pulsing and screaming out at the unrelenting thrum. I tried to beg him to stop, but didn’t wriggle my fingers. My body wouldn’t work as I wanted, or maybe didn’t want. He had me sinking back into that night, that submission I’d attempted to fight off so hard.

I wanted it, didn’t want it. Hurt to want it. To resist it. My brain was a swirl of fog and garbled words. Ah. He worked every inch of me like he’d had a map of my body.

He slammed into me, continuing to murmur about filling me up, about leaving his cum deep inside. God, how was I going to —

His teeth latched onto my nipple and he sucked it into his mouth, vicious with the sensitive flesh. Biting until I cried out a muffled plea to get him to stop. A trickle of warmth ran down my tit, warm, then cold. He’d bitten me until I bled. Again. The pain didn’t come, no sharp sting or warning from my brain. The wound throbbed as he licked up the spill, and I could only take it. Let him have me. Again. His bite marks took so long to heal they seemed permanent before fading weeks later. I missed them. It sickened me.Again.

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