Page 78 of Make Me Scream

He pulls on the chain between my legs, lifting the metal links into my tender lips. With a tug at the other end, the new elevation becomes permanent, forcing me to rise onto my toes.

“Now, that’ll make for a nice video,” he says, backing up. “Don’t you think, pet?”

I can’t even string together a response. Conflicting sensations of pain and pleasure explode whenever I lower myself slightly. Part of me wants to let go and sink down, but a voice inside my head fears I’ll never stop falling, and the stimulation will intensify until I pass out or die. I know that that wouldn’t happen, but even if it did…

Lane cuts off the video, then shows me the replay. I look a mess. I’m already starting to sweat, causing the paint to run — but I still look incredible: a creature of nature, covered in blooming flowers, thorny stems, creeping vines and exotic birds. In front, I’m daylight — bright colors, reflections of sun on dewy leaves. In back, I’m night — spiderwebs glistening in the moonlight, predatory feline eyes leering from a high branch, lightning bugs glowing lonesome in a starry void.

He shuts off my phone and slips it back into my purse, then retrieves a ball gag from his pants pocket. It’s larger than the one I wore last time, so I open up as wide as I can. Grunting as he pulls the strap tight and seals the rubbery taste on my tongue, I suck in my saliva before it can escape my lips.

“Beautiful,” he says, running his finger along the gentle curve of my breast. “It’s as if I’ve captured and tamed nature herself, as if that were possible. Imagine such hubris.”

Were I not gagged, and my mind capable of putting together the words, I would provide my own interpretation, that the duality of night and day are expressed poetically through the use of my body. Just as the world turns to create the day-night cycle, so too can I. Except, only Lane is here to witness it. For the moment, I feel like his entire world.

He disconnects the chain, allowing me to stand on my feet and take all my weight off my toes. While I watch, he strips down slowly, inviting me to savor the unveiling. His cock already rises, rigid and eager.

Before tossing aside his pants, he takes one last item from his pocket: a small bottle. Lane squirts a clear fluid into his hand.

“I don’t know what you’re going to do with the photos and videos,” he says, stepping behind me. “Keep them, delete them — whatever you prefer. Either way I’m glad you got to see them, because you’re not going to look the same after this.”

His hand pressed between the still-tingling cheeks of my ass, rubbing the cool oil all around. I hear more squirts from the bottle, followed by his fingers urging the liquid inside me. After wearing a tail, I don’t shy from the contact — but tension builds in my chest knowing what’s coming next.

“Are you nervous?” Lane asks.

I mumble affirmatively.

How can a cock like that fit in my ass, even with an entire bottle of lube? He’s way too big.

“I’ll go slow, just like last time.”

Firm hands grip my hips. Thick fingers spread me open. My heart races, anticipation ratcheting up each second. When his hot tip makes contact with my tight channel, I squeeze instinctively, keeping him away.

“Relax, pet. Take your time, but relax.”

I inhale slowly, finding a seed of control in the act. I remind myself that the discomfort will be minor compared to the bliss.

Lane wouldn’t give me more than I could take.

“Good,” he says, urging gently against my opening door. A little at first, then more. Still, such a massive presence can only seem small for a moment before rapidly expanding, and I squeal from the shock. He holds me in place, pausing as needed while I adjust to his impossible girth. Stretched to its limit, my untested muscle protests constantly, filling my mind with alarm and dread — but then the moment passes.

I take a deep breath, and calm myself further. Lane sinks in deeper, filling me with his hardness. My body sways, inviting him to continue. Drops of sweat and paint roll down my forehead, forcing me to close my eyes and focus on the ecstasy of his length.

“Good job, Gwen. You’re doing so good.”

His right hand drifts down to my soaked pussy; his middle finger probes inward, distracting me from his cock just enough to enhance the pleasure. His finger brings back how much I liked having the rod locked inside me. Knowing it would be there for as long as Lane wished, that I was powerless to free myself…

Gasping with a smile, I recognize that he’s driven his cock in as far as he can. He gives me a moment, as if to celebrate, then begins a slow thrust. I moan into the gag, already lightheaded.

“That’s it. Feels nice, doesn’t it, pet?” He brushes my clit, until my knees nearly buckle.

Shaking from tremors of euphoria, I nod. Despite the pain of taking such an enormous member in my ass, the reward has been more than I ever imagined. His motion accelerates gradually, but even slight increases escalate my rapture. He thrusts with barely a fraction of his power, but already I’m close to the precipice of an explosive orgasm. I try to speak through the gag, but only shrieking sounds escape.

“Don’t come yet. I want that ass trained for regular use.”

He speeds up some more, and as much as I want to obey, I can’t. The added power demolishes my resistance, unleashing my eruption. Immediate regret floods through me, but my need overpowers all. If I let it, it would claim one orgasm after another, without any heed for Lane’s orders.

“Oh, Gwen. Look what you did,” he taunts, withdrawing his finger. He swats my ass, reigniting the punishing spanking from earlier. This only pushes me further, topping off the first orgasm and bringing the second to an instant boil.

“I suppose it’s my fault, isn’t it? I gave you too much at once. That’s fine. I’ll take responsibility this time, and you can take this.”

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