Page 38 of King of Clubs

"Ransom, what are you—oh fuck!” she gasped as I pressed the rounded tip of a slick metal plug against her orifice. I watched with satisfaction as the flare of the plug stretched her tight hole, little by little, until it was swallowed by her greedy flesh.

Despite the blindfold, the look on her face was one of shock, fear, and a hint of newfound desire. It fueled me further, knowing that I was pushing her boundaries and helping her discover parts of herself she never knew existed.

"Trust me, Alice," I murmured, my fingers brushing against her swollen clit as I slowly pulled the toy out of her and pushed it deeper inside. "You'll learn to love this."

“I already love it, my king,” she admitted, her voice a mix of apprehension and arousal. Her raw honesty and vulnerability were intoxicating. It only made me want her more.

"Let's see how much more you can take," I challenged, reaching for a set of gold nipple clamps connected by a delicate chain. Alice's mouth twisted into a grimace as I fastened the clamps around her sensitive nipples, causing her to gasp in pain and pleasure.

Then I slipped the butt plug out of her ass, replacing it with one substantially bigger.

“Who decideshowyou fuck?” I asked, my voice dark and teasing.

“You do,” she groaned, her breaths coming in short gasps as the clamps tightened even harder around her nipples.

"Good girl. I love watching how well you play with my toys.”

As I continued to torment Alice with a mix of pleasure and pain, spreading her hole around the smooth metal plug, I could see her emotions shifting. I knew she was moving away from the spoiled little brat and closer to becoming a fierce, obedient warrior. With each new sensation, I watched her learn more about her body, her desires, and her limits.

“It’s too much,” she moaned, her voice pleading. “I...I don’t think I can take much more."

“I think you can,” I replied, a wicked smile playing across my lips. "I need to know what my slutty little bunny can handle."

Leaning down, my lips found her swollen clit once more, and I let my tongue swirl over its sensitive surface as I pumped the plug in and out of her ass. She moaned and writhed beneath me, the pleasure building within her.

“Please, my king,” she whimpered, thrashing in her restraints, “it's too much... I can't..."

"Shhh," I whispered against her slick flesh. "Trust me, Alice. I know whatexactlyyou need."

I sucked on her clit, feeling her body tense as she approached the edge of orgasm. Just before she could fall into the abyss of ecstasy, I pulled away, denying her the release she craved. The frustration in her breathy moans only fueled my desire to continue our torturous game.

"Please..." she begged, her voice barely audible.

"Patience, my pet,” I reminded her, a wicked smile tugging at my lips. "You've come so far already. Let's see how much further I can take you."

I moved to the assortment of toys I had prepared earlier, selecting two different sizes of one of my favorites: whimsy whirls.

Attaching one to the harness around her waist and thighs, I slowly pushed it deep into her dark channel. Alice gasped, her restrained legs twisting her hips against the wedge cushion under her ass.

I watched in pleasure as the whimsy whirl stretched her tight opening and began to move inside of her.

“What the fuck is that?” she cried out, her body tensing against the intrusion.

“It’s called a whimsy whirl," I murmured, my fingers tracing soothing circles on her trembling thighs.

“What the hell is a whimsy whirl?” she blurted out, gritting her teeth as it sped up.

“It’s a toy I designed for filling holes,” I explained with a grin. I lifted the larger one, inspecting it carefully. It was essentially an artificial muscle covered in a smooth purple skin. I created it to wiggle and thicken on demand, at various levels of intensity, thanks to a dial on the outside.

“I’m somewhat of an inventor. When you’re an immortal demon, you have a lot of time on your hands.”

I reached down and turned the dial up one more level.

“How’s it moving like that?” she gasped. “Is it alive?”

“Not in the slightest,” I assured her. “But it certainly feels like it, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah...oh fuck! I’ve never felt anything like it!”

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