Chapter 9: Bigger
The low thrum of the pumps was gone, replaced by the frantic hammering of Zatanna’s own pulse in her ears. Her clit throbbed violently, a raw, exposed nerve radiating waves of hypersensitivity that made the cool dungeon air feel like sandpaper. The deep ache from the dual suction lingered, a phantom limb of agony fused to her core. Sweat plastered strands of black hair to her temples, mingling with drying tears. Her cunt clenched rhythmically, empty and weeping slickness onto the leather beneath her taped-open slit. The red camera light blinked, unblinking, capturing every tremor, every glistening drop.
Bruce stood silhouetted against the flickering candles, his gaze fixed on her heaving chest. Her breasts felt heavy, swollen, the nipples stiffened peaks against the damp silk restraints. Milk still beaded on her right nipple, a pearly droplet trembling before falling onto her flushed skin. He moved with deliberate slowness, picking up a small, chrome suction cup attached to a thin tube and bulb. He positioned it over her left nipple, the cool metal making her gasp. He squeezed the bulb once, sharply. Hiss-pop.
The sudden pull was intense, focused. Her nipple was drawn deep into the cup, stretching the sensitive areola taut. A fresh sting, sharp and bright, shot through her breast, followed instantly by that deep, sweet let-down sensation. Thin milk spurted into the cup, clouding the chrome. "Ah! Fuck!" Zatanna cried out, her back arching off the leather. "Sucking... oh God... sucking milk... hurts... feels so... deep!"
Bruce squeezed the bulb again, maintaining the suction. He watched the milk collect, his expression unreadable save for the intense focus burning in his eyes. He repeated the process on her right nipple, the one he’d suckled raw moments before. Hiss-pop. Another sharp gasp tore from her throat as the tender flesh was pulled taut again. Milk flowed freely into the second cup. He held them both, the bulbs compressed, the suction fierce, stretching her nipples into elongated, dark-pink nubs trapped within the chrome domes. The milk pooled inside, visible through the transparent bases.
"Look," Bruce commanded, his voice rough. He angled the cups towards the camera. "See how fat they stand? How tall?" On the monitor, the image flickered – her nipples, stretched obscenely long and thick within the cups, milk swirling inside them. "Yours," he stated, the possessiveness thick. "Fattened by my pumps. Milked by my mouth. Ready."
He released the bulbs. The suction held. Her nipples remained trapped, throbbing painfully within the cold metal prisons. The milk pooled, unable to escape. He picked up two small, silver clamps from the tray. They looked delicate, but the tiny screws on the hinge promised bite. He positioned the first clamp just below the rim of the suction cup on her left nipple, pinching the stretched flesh where it met the areola. He tightened the screw slowly, deliberately.
The pain was immediate, blinding. A sharp, focused agony that radiated up her breast and down into her belly. Zatanna screamed, a raw, ragged sound that echoed off the stone walls. "NO! FUCK! TOO MUCH! BRUCE! PLEASE!" Her body convulsed against the restraints, tears streaming anew.
"Hold," Bruce growled, his voice tight with his own arousal. He tightened the screw another fraction. The clamp bit deeper. The suction cup prevented the nipple from retreating, forcing it to endure the full pressure. He repeated the process on the right nipple, clamping the stretched flesh below the cup. Another scream ripped from her throat, higher, more desperate. "Clamped," he announced, stepping back to admire his work. The chrome cups held her nipples stretched tall and fat, milk trapped inside, the silver clamps biting fiercely into the base of each, ensuring they couldn’t shrink back, couldn’t lose a drop. "Preserved. Mine."
He moved lower, his gaze settling on the tiny, inflamed nub between her thighs, still pulsing with raw sensitivity. He picked up a roll of narrow, flesh-toned medical tape. "Now," he murmured, his voice dropping into that gravelly Batman register that vibrated deep in her bones. "Your greedy clit. Earned its stretching." He tore off a strip. With surprising gentleness, considering the brutality above, he pressed the pad of his thumb firmly against the very tip of her swollen clit hood, pinning it back, fully exposing the glistening, dark-red bud beneath. It pulsed wildly under his touch.
He carefully applied one end of the tape strip to the stretched skin of her mound, just beside the base of her clit. Then, with meticulous precision, he pulled the tape taut outwards and downwards, stretching the tiny hood and the sensitive flesh around the clit’s root away from her body. He anchored it firmly to her inner thigh. The stretch was immediate, intense. Her clit felt pulled, exposed, the delicate skin taut. He repeated the process with another strip on the opposite side, stretching her hood and root laterally. The tiny nub was now held suspended, stretched slightly away from her body, the inflamed tip fully exposed, glistening under the candlelight.
"Stretched," Bruce stated, his breath hot against her inner thigh. He picked up a small, black device – a pinpoint vibrator, no larger than a pencil eraser, attached to a thin wire. Its tip was needle-sharp. He coated it thickly in cool lubricant from a nearby jar. "Choice time, Zee," he murmured, his eyes locked on her stretched clit. "Clamp? Or vibrate?" He held up a tiny, cruel-looking silver clamp, its jaws needle-fine. "Or..." He brought the lubricated tip of the pinpoint vibrator close, hovering it just underneath the stretched root of her clit, where the deepest ache lived. "This?"
Zatanna whimpered, her mind a haze of pain from her nipples and the deep, insistent throb radiating from her stretched clit. The choices were torture. The clamp promised sharp agony. The vibrator... the vibrator promised to ignite the deep ache into something unbearable. "I... I can't..." she sobbed, her hips shifting restlessly. "Master... please... you choose... I can't..."
"Can't decide?" Bruce’s thumb pressed firmly against the stretched tip of her clit, sending a jolt through her. "Too greedy? Want both?" He chuckled darkly. "Earn session eight first." He pressed the pinpoint vibrator firmly against the stretched skin underneath the root of her clit. The cool lubricant was a shock. Then he activated it.
The vibration wasn't broad. It wasn't rumbling. It was a high-frequency, intense buzz, concentrated into a single, needle-point of sensation directly beneath the most sensitive cluster of nerves in her entire body. It bypassed the stretched surface entirely, drilling straight into the deep, bruised core of her arousal.
"GGGAAAAHHHHHHH!" Zatanna’s scream was pure, unadulterated shock. Her body seized, every muscle locking rigid. It wasn't pain, not exactly. It was an electric shockwave of pure, unadulterated sensation detonating deep inside her. The deep ache from the pumps, the stretching of her hood, the raw sensitivity of her tip – all were instantly consumed by this pinpoint inferno. Her cunt spasmed violently, gushing a flood of slickness that soaked the leather beneath her. "FUCK! FUCK! IT'S... INSIDE! IT'S FUCKING INSIDE MY CLIT! OH GOD! BRUCE! WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
He held the vibrator steady, the pinpoint buzz unrelenting. "Showing Gotham," he rasped, his own voice thick with strain. He angled the camera down. The monitor filled with the obscene close-up: her taped-open pussy lips, glistening and swollen; the stretched hood framing her tiny, violently throbbing clit, fully exposed; the pinpoint vibrator buzzing mercilessly against the stretched skin underneath it. Rivulets of her arousal streamed down her inner thighs. "Showing them how your greedy little hole looks," he growled, "when it’s being fucked right at the root. When it’s starting to unravel."
The sensation was beyond description. It was like her clit was being electrocuted from the inside out. The buzz resonated through her pelvis, vibrating her bones, making her empty cunt clench and spasm uncontrollably. Pleasure, white-hot and terrifying, coiled deep within the agony, winding tighter and tighter with each passing second. She couldn't think. Couldn't speak coherently. Only feel.
"Feels... feels..." she babbled, tears streaming, saliva slicking her chin. Her hips jerked erratically against the restraints, seeking more pressure, less pressure, anything to contain the impossible sensation. "So deep... buzzing... buzzing my soul... fuck... oh fuck... good... so fucking good... hurts... hurts perfect... Master... your buzz... your magic buzz... fucking my clit root... making it... making it..." She gasped, her eyes rolling back slightly. The coil tightened impossibly. "Gonna... gonna... OH! OH! IT'S COMING! THE BIG ONE! THE EIGHT! FUCK! FUCK ME! FUCK MY CLIT WITH YOUR BUZZ! MAKE ME CUM! MAKE ME CUM FOR GOTHAM! MAKE ME SPRAY FOR YOUR CAMERA! PLEASE! PLEASE! NOW!"
Her voice rose to a shriek, a joyous, desperate keen that echoed in the chamber. Her body arched impossibly high, held only by the restraints. Her stretched clit pulsed like a frantic heartbeat under the pinpoint assault. Bruce watched, mesmerized, his knuckles white on the vibrator housing, the red light capturing every convulsion, every tear, every glistening drop as Zatanna Zatara-Wayne hurtled towards her eighth shattering climax, babbling absolute, agonized joy.
The needle-sharp buzz drilled into Zatanna’s core, detonating the coiled tension. "CUM!" Bruce roared over her shrieking babble, his command cracking like a whip."NOW! Empty that greedy cunt for me! Squirt it all out!" He leaned his full weight onto her hips, pinning her writhing pelvis hard against the unforgiving leather chair, his muscles straining to contain her violent convulsions. Her taped-open pussy spasmed wildly, the stretched clit pulsing like a frantic, exposed heart under the relentless pinpoint vibration.
Wave after wave slammed through her, tearing a guttural scream from her throat. Her vision whited out, consumed by the blinding, brutal ecstasy. Hot liquid gushed, not just from her cunt, but in forceful jets that splattered rhythmically against Bruce’s thighs, soaking the leather beneath her with a scent of salt and sex. The camera captured every twitch, every ripple of her inner walls visible between the taped-apart lips, every pulse of her stretched clit beneath the humming device. "FUCK! FUCKING... SQUIRTING... OHGODOHGOD!" she wailed, her voice shredded, body rigid against his hold, lost in the violent release.
As the tremors began to subside, replaced by a deep, trembling exhaustion, Bruce didn’t lift the vibrator. He kept it buzzing, a low, insistent thrum against her oversensitive nerve cluster. His eyes, dark with possessive hunger, darted to the tray, bypassing the smaller cylinder they’d used before. He snatched the larger one – wider, heavier glass, the vacuum hose thicker. "Still buzzing, slut?" he growled, his voice rough. "Good. Keep that ache alive." He released the suction cup from the vibrator housing with a sharp twist, leaving the pinpoint still humming against her raw flesh. Cold lubricant splashed onto her stretched mound.
He rammed the wide, icy rim of the new cylinder down onto her mound, hard, encircling the entire area – the buzzing pinpoint vibrator, her stretched hood, her inflamed, throbbing clit. The seal hissed violently as he engaged the vacuum. The pull was monstrous, immediate, engulfing the humming point of sensation and her entire swollen nub in a crushing, expanding pressure. "NNNGGGAAAAGGGHHHH!" Zatanna’s scream was pure animal terror and shock. Her eyes flew wide, mouth gaping in an involuntary, slack-jawed ahegao expression of overwhelming sensation. The monitor showed her clit and the vibrator tip swallowed by the large glass, flesh already darkening, swelling rapidly against the relentless suction.
"Look at you," Bruce breathed, his own control fraying, eyes glued to the obscene inflation under glass. "So fucking beautiful like this. Stretched wide. Swelling fat around my toy. Irresistible." He cranked the suction higher. The vacuum roared. Her clit engorged violently, the skin stretching taut and shiny, veins stark purple tributaries, forced to engulf the still-buzzing pinpoint. The dual sensations – the deep, invasive suction stretching her flesh obscenely and the high-frequency buzz drilling into her core – merged into a white-hot singularity of agony and impossible pleasure.
"Ten," Bruce snarled, his thumb pressing hard on the glass directly over her trapped clit. "You’re at ten, Zee. Own it. Feel it all." The pressure built, a screaming tension in her pelvis. Her cunt clenched, empty and desperate. The buzzing vibrator, now buried in engorged flesh, became the epicenter. "SQUIRT AGAIN!" he commanded, his voice cracking. "FORCE IT OUT! SHOW ME!"
Her body obeyed, convulsing in a brutal, involuntary spasm. Another gush, thinner this time but no less forceful, sprayed out of her taped-open slit, hitting the inside of the large glass cylinder, mixing with the lubricant. Her ahegao face remained, tears streaming, mouth open in a silent scream of overload as the pump sucked her swollen clit deeper into its glass prison, the vibrator’s relentless buzz ensuring the torment burned white-hot. Bruce watched, mesmerized, the red light capturing the brutal poetry of her submission.