Page 46 of Frat Row
Breathe, Cassidy. You cannot pass out; what if they send you to the red room? Rio is sitting there, probably eagerly waiting for me.
I firmly grip the sides of the chair where my elbows are supposed to be, holding on for dear life as this thing shoves inside of me, willing my mind to go elsewhere.
I think about math and the equations I was doing in my algebra class, which allows me to take some deep breaths and lighten up on grinding my teeth so hard.
I feel a small stream fall down my thigh, which I can only assume is blood.
If this is the smallest dildo they are using on us today, and I can barely take it, how is my body going to be able to handle more?
I look over at the woman to my right, and you can tell she is in an awful lot of pain. Sweat streams down her face.
I whisper to her, “Take a deep breath in through your nose and exhale out through your mouth; your body needs to relax.”
She looks over at me with fear in her eyes and nods, doing as I tell her.
Will, not missing anything, stalks over to me and snatches my chin upwards, stretching my neck at a painful angle so I’m looking at him. “Don’t fucking breathe in the other’s direction, or I will take you off this thing and fuck your ass on the floor in front of them. Understand?”
I can do nothing but try to nod at him to show that I understood.
This fucking hell hole. I want to burn this place to the ground.
“Alright, since Cassidy has decided to offer advice, we are going to up the size sooner than we normally would,” Will announces.
I can feel the other women’s anger directed at me. My face blushes, feeling responsible for even more pain they are about to endure.
The machines click off, and Zane and Will go around snatching the dildos off. My body sags in relief, but I know it won’t be for long.
I chance a glance over by the toolbox-looking thing where they keep all the sex toys. Will has a whole handful of flesh-colored dildos that are rimmed, and the head on them is huge, practically double in size compared to a normal dick, and they have a slight curve. They have to be at least seven or eight inches.
Perspiration begins to seep through my pores because my adrenaline increases at the thought of it plunging inside of me.
Trying more breathing exercises that I picked up at a yoga class I used to attend, I attempt to relax my body and mind a little bit.
Zane and Will split up and begin attaching them to the machines. When they get to my machine, I can’t help but clench up as perspiration forms on my brow.
“Back up toward your machines where the tip is touching your ring of muscle,” Zane shouts.
I hesitate for a moment, glancing down at my shaking legs, but I do as he tells us, willing my body to stop shaking so I can line up with the dildo correctly.
Will walks down the row and squirts lube onto the tip of the dildos, carelessly flicking his wrist so more lands on the women’s ass cracks. As soon as he’s done, he flips the button on the machine, and it turns on. The screams and painful sobs that follow will be seared into my mind for the foreseeable future.
Zane reaches my station, and I hold my breath, feeling my erratic heartbeat. He puts the lube on his fingers, spreads it on the outer rim of my hole, and coats a generous amount on the dildo.
“I want to hear the wet sounds of your asshole taking this so well,” Zane whispers to me, and he reaches between my legs andflicks my clit. “Maybe I’ll pay you a visit tonight and slide my cock in your filthy hole just to make sure it’s stretched properly.”
He slowly nudges the head in, and I hold back tears, clutching the chair, ready to embrace the pain. I can do this. He continues to slowly slide it in, and just when I think my body has taken it all, there’s more to go. I brace myself in agony. More sweat beads on my forehead, and my breath quickens.
Next, he reaches down and turns the machine on. It feels like I am being split in two. I grab onto the armrest for dear life, begging for the pain to go away and praying this would at least be over quickly.
Then Zane does something with the rest of the girls because the screaming seems to simmer down, but I can’t look around. My eyes are squeezed shut as I focus on my own pain.
He attaches a clit sucker onto me, hitting the exact spot with one swoop. They know what they are doing. They are trying to train our minds to associate immense pain with pleasure.
Moans escape my mouth at the sensation. I narrow my mind on the clit sucker, and my hold on the armrest eases up. My body relaxes a bit, leaning into the pleasure forming from the suction on my clit.
I arch my back because the slight movement causes the sucker to shift a bit, and I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy that feeling. Chasing that feeling of euphoria has always been one of life's greatest pleasures.
I’ve never had an anal orgasm, but I know from my friends and watching homemade porn that they are intense.
