Chapter 17: Size Queen Revelation
The high-frequency buzz still echoed in Zatanna’s nerves, a phantom scream trapped in her swollen clit. Bruce had released her from the speculum bench’s unforgiving embrace, but the exposure lingered. Her labia felt stretched, sensitized, the cool air of the penthouse bedroom a constant whisper against her raw flesh. The monstrous 40mm clit, engorged beyond anything she’d imagined possible, hung heavy and prominent between her thighs, a dark, throbbing weight demanding attention with every pulse of her heartbeat. It brushed against her inner thighs as she moved, a constant, aching reminder of Bruce’s work, her own desperate need.
He guided her onto the plush rug beside the bed, the silk cool beneath her knees and palms. "On all fours, Zee," he commanded, his voice low but carrying the weight of absolute expectation. "Show me that beautiful, greedy hole. Show me how it gapes for me now." Obediently, she arched her back, presenting herself. Her pussy lips, still slightly puffy from the tape, glistened obscenely. Below, her swollen clit hung like a ripe, dark plum, swaying slightly with her shallow breaths. The camera, repositioned on its tripod, blinked its red eye relentlessly, capturing the obscene display.
Bruce knelt behind her. She felt the heat radiating from him, heard the rustle of his clothes. His fingers, slick with her own arousal, traced the outer curve of her ass, down to her exposed labia. He dipped a finger inside, gathering wetness, then smeared it generously over her gaping entrance. "So wet already," he murmured, the sound vibrating against her spine. "Just thinking about what’s coming." He reached forward, his hand brushing past her swinging clit, making her gasp. He retrieved two small, silver vibrating clamps from the tray beside them. With deliberate precision, he pinched her hardened nipple, pulling it taut, before securing the clamp. The sharp bite made her cry out. "Fuck!" Then the other nipple, the twin jolt of pain radiating through her chest, tightening her belly. The clamps buzzed faintly, a low thrum adding a layer of insistent sensation to the sharp ache.
"Good girl," Bruce breathed, his hand smoothing over her flank. "Taking your clamps like you were born for them." He shifted, and she heard the heavy, mechanical click-whirr of the fucking machine being positioned directly behind her. Her breath hitched. She knew what was mounted on it. She’d seen him unpack the monstrous silicone dildo earlier – thick as his wrist, easily 12 inches long, veined and glistening under the bedroom lights. Bruce picked up the bottle of lube again. The thick, viscous sound as he squeezed a copious amount onto the massive toy’s head sent a fresh wave of slickness gushing from her core. He spread it slowly, thoroughly, coating the entire intimidating length. The scent of artificial strawberry mixed with her own musk filled the air.
He positioned the cold, blunt tip against her weeping entrance. It felt impossibly large, a solid pressure against her tender flesh. "Deep breath, cara mia," Bruce instructed, his voice calm, almost clinical, yet thick with arousal. She obeyed, sucking in air, bracing herself. With a low hum, the machine engaged. The thick head pressed insistently. Her inner muscles fluttered wildly, trying to resist, trying to accommodate. There was a moment of intense, burning stretch, a gasp ripped from her throat, and then the slick, yielding pop as the widest part breached her. "OH GOD! BRUCE!" she wailed, her body instinctively trying to push back, but the machine was relentless. Inch by terrifying inch, the massive dildo invaded her, stretching her inner walls obscenely wide, filling her beyond anything she’d ever taken. Her pussy clenched desperately, trying to grip the invader, only succeeding in sending sharp pulses of sensation radiating outwards. The clamps buzzed on her nipples, adding their own sharp counterpoint.
Bruce adjusted the machine’s speed to a slow, deliberate rhythm. The thick shaft withdrew almost completely before plunging back in, burying itself to the hilt with a wet, squelching sound. Each thrust forced a choked gasp or a ragged moan from Zatanna. Her monstrous clit swung heavily with the motion, brushing against the rug, each touch sending jolts of hypersensitivity through her core. She felt stuffed, impossibly full, stretched to her absolute limit. Tears pricked her eyes again, a mixture of overwhelming sensation and the sheer, degrading exposure.
He moved beside her, kneeling so his face was level with hers, his gaze intense, capturing her expression as the machine relentlessly pistoned into her. The camera’s red light blinked beside him. "Look at me, Zee," he commanded. His thumb found her swinging clit, pressing against the hypersensitive underside. She jerked violently, a sharp cry escaping her. "FUCK! YES!"
"Tell me," Bruce began, his voice steady over the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of the machine and the low buzz of the clamps. His thumb rubbed slow, deliberate circles on her clit, adding another layer of torment to the deep, stretching penetration. "Tell me why you needed this. Why you begged me to make your clit like this." He increased the pressure slightly. Her hips bucked involuntarily against the machine’s thrust.
"Because… oh god… because it feels…" she gasped, struggling to form words as the thick toy slammed deep again, hitting a spot that made her vision blur. "Because it feels so fucking good! So full… so stretched…" Her clit throbbed under his thumb, demanding more.
"Good?" Bruce prompted, his eyes boring into hers. "Or necessary? What does this greedy hole truly crave?" He adjusted the machine’s angle slightly. The next thrust scraped deliciously over her front wall, directly stimulating her G-spot. Zatanna screamed, her body convulsing. Cream gushed around the invading shaft, dripping onto the silk rug below. "FUCK! YES! THERE! PLEASE!"
"Answer me," Bruce growled, his thumb now rubbing faster, harder on her engorged clit. The dual assault – the deep, stretching penetration hitting her spot and the direct, brutal stimulation of her clit – was pushing her towards the edge violently. "Why did you need your clit made monstrous? Why does your pussy need to be stretched into a gaping fuckhole?"
The shame burned hot, mingling with the ecstasy. The camera was recording her confession. "Because… because I’m greedy!" she sobbed, her voice raw. "Because I need to feel owned… completely… by you! Because… oh fuck… because my clit… it wasn’t enough! I needed it bigger… hungrier… so I could feel everything… so you could tease it… make it the center… make me cum just from you playing with it… while you wreck my pussy!" The words tumbled out, fueled by overstimulation and the desperate need for release. "I wanted… I needed… it to be your perfect fuckhole… something you could stretch… fill… use… anytime… something that always craves you… always remembers this… this fullness… this ache!" Her body was trembling violently, teetering on the precipice. The machine hammered into her, his thumb ground against her clit, the clamps buzzed. "BRUCE! I’M GONNA… PLEASE! LET ME CUM! PLEASE, DADDY!"
Bruce watched her unravel, his expression a mask of intense focus and dark satisfaction. He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. "Cum, my perfect slut," he commanded, his voice a low, possessive growl. "Cum on that massive cock stretching your greedy hole. Cum when I tease your monstrous clit. Show the camera what a beautiful fuckhole looks like when she gets exactly what she begged for."
His words, the permission, the relentless assault on every nerve ending, shattered her. Zatanna’s scream tore through the penthouse, raw and primal. Her body locked, back arched impossibly, as a violent orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched in frantic, rhythmic spasms around the thick invading dildo, milking it as wave after wave of blinding ecstasy crashed over her. Her monstrous clit pulsed wildly under Bruce’s relentless thumb, seeming to swell even further in its pleasure. Cream gushed freely from her cunt, soaking the toy, the rug beneath her, her trembling thighs. Her vision whited out, consciousness narrowing to pure, overwhelming sensation – the stretch, the fullness, the brutal pleasure radiating from her fat clit.
Bruce kept the machine thrusting, kept his thumb working her clit through the violent aftershocks, prolonging the agony and ecstasy until her screams dissolved into broken, whimpering sobs. He watched the camera screen intently, documenting every tremor, every pulse of her gaping, cream-slicked hole, every throb of her impossibly swollen clit. Only when her body finally went limp, trembling uncontrollably, did he slow the machine to a stop, leaving the massive toy buried deep inside her. He gently released the pressure on her clit, though his hand remained resting possessively on her lower back.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with awe and possession. He traced the curve of her ass, his gaze fixed on the obscene joining of her body and the machine. "My perfect, clit-fixated fuckhole. You took it all." He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the sweat-damp skin between her shoulder blades. "And you’ll take more. Soon. We’re just beginning your training." The red light of the camera continued to blink, a silent promise of further documentation, further breaking, further ecstasy yet to come.
The red light of the camera continued to blink, a silent promise of further documentation, further breaking, further ecstasy yet to come. Bruce traced a knuckle down Zatanna’s sweat-slicked spine, feeling the fine tremors still vibrating through her exhausted frame. The colossal silicone shaft remained buried deep within her, a thick, unyielding plug stretching her tender, cream-slicked channel. "Beautiful wreckage," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction and arousal. He watched the slow, involuntary twitches of her swollen inner lips around the toy’s base, the way her monstrous, dark clit pulsed visibly, still engorged and hypersensitive even after the shattering orgasm. "My perfect, greedy fuckhole."
He carefully disengaged the machine, the mechanical whine cutting off abruptly. The silence felt heavy, thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and lube. Zatanna whimpered as he gripped the thick base of the dildo. "Easy," he soothed, but his movement was deliberate, inexorable. He withdrew the massive toy slowly, excruciatingly, making her gasp at the renewed stretch, the shocking emptiness that followed. Her pussy gushed, a fresh stream of her slick coating the toy and dripping onto the already soaked silk rug beneath her knees. "Look at it gape, Zee." He held the thick shaft slick with her release near her spread entrance. "Look how wide I've stretched you. How beautifully ruined." Her gaze, dazed and tear-streaked, flickered down. Seeing her own glistening, open hole, the thick lips puffy and spread wide, sent a fresh jolt of love and desperate arousal through her core. "Fuck," she breathed, her voice wrecked. "It's... huge."
Bruce knelt beside her, letting the heavy dildo thud onto the rug. He ran two fingers lightly over her gaping entrance. Her inner muscles fluttered weakly, trying to clench around him. "Still hungry?" he asked, his tone deceptively casual. He slid one thick finger easily inside her impossibly relaxed channel, then a second, meeting some resistance, just slick, yielding warmth. He scissored them slightly, stretching her further. "Still craving that stretch?" Zatanna moaned, low and desperate, dropping her forehead to the cool silk. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely. "Always... for you."
It broke him to hear the love, the trust. That she was giving him what he deeply needed. He withdrew his fingers, bringing them glistening to his lips, tasting her without breaking eye contact. The intimacy of the act, coupled with her utter exposure, made her flush hotly. He stood, his shadow falling over her. "Up," he commanded. "The bench isn't done with you yet." A fresh wave of need, shot through with undeniable excitement, washed over her. The speculum bench. Its cold steel, its unforgiving spread. She pushed herself up on trembling arms, her monstrous clit swinging heavily between her thighs, brushing her inner labia. Bruce guided her firmly towards it, his hand possessive on her hip. "Back on the bench, my beautiful exhibitionist. I want that greedy cunt spread wide again. Need to see how much that greedy little clit has swelled since we started." His words, clinical and filthy, sparked another throb deep in her belly. "Show me what my training has done."
He helped her recline onto the cold leather padding. The familiar clamps and restraints waited. He secured her ankles first, wide apart, the buckles clicking with finality. Then her wrists, pulled taut above her head, securing her in a perfect display. The vulnerability was immediate, absolute. Bruce adjusted the camera tripod, bringing the lens even closer to her splayed sex. The red light felt like a physical touch. He picked up the polished steel speculum, the cold metal gleaming ominously under the soft lights. "Perfection, cara mia," he instructed, his voice low. "Let’s see how well that greedy hole remembers its training."
The cold intrusion was shocking. He slid the closed blades easily into her incredibly relaxed entrance, the lubricated steel gliding deep. Then, with a slow, deliberate turn of the screw mechanism, the blades began to separate. Zatanna gasped as her inner walls were spread wide open once more, forced apart far beyond any natural capacity. The cool air hit her exposed cervix, making her inner muscles ripple in protest. "Oh god, Bruce... it's making me open. Tell me. Tell me I'm opening for you. Deeper," she choked out, looking down at the obscene metallic spreader holding her completely open. Her inner flesh, glistening pink and swollen, was laid bare, the opening cavernous. Her monstrous clit, perched just above the parted lips, seemed even larger, darker, impossibly prominent against the vulnerable spread of her sex. "Perfect," Bruce breathed, adjusting the screw another fraction, making her cry out eagerly as the stretch intensified. "Look at that magnificent clit, Zee. Look how it dominates your pretty little cunt now." He tapped the vibrating head of a small wand directly onto the hypersensitive underside of the engorged nub. The sudden, sharp buzz ripped a raw scream from her throat. "FUCK! YES!"
He held the wand there, letting the vibrations resonate through her entire core. "This," he said, his other hand tracing the edge of the speculum, skimming her stretched inner flesh, "is what you needed, isn't it? To be opened, exposed... Focused on this." His finger dipped inside, alongside the steel, rubbing firmly against her sensitive front wall. "Just a greedy hole begging for stretch, and a swollen clit begging for torture." Zatanna writhed against the restraints, overwhelmed. The camera captured every twitch, every tremor, every bead of sweat rolling down her temple. "Yes! Oh fuck, yes! Please... more! Bruce, torment and tease me, don't hurt but overwhelm my clit. Love it when you fucking talk like that. It's not torture when you always wanna make me cum. Stretch me, gonna have a big orgasm from you working up my clit. You know I will. Tease it so it's begging. I wanna beg while you work my clit. I wanna beg, make my tongue loll out of my mouth because it feels so good. Do what you've never done to my clit. Don't hold back, don't. Daddy, tell me whet you'll do. Tell me. Make me cum so hard. I'm gonna cum. That huge clit makes me cum. Bruce, look at it. Look at what has to be teased. Do it. What you're dreaming about for my clit. Anything, I'll let you. She'll let you, my clit loves it all. " The words tumbled out, ripped from her by the focused stimulation. "Make it bigger! Make me need it more!"
Bruce increased the pressure of the wand, grinding it against her throbbing clit. He added a second finger inside her alongside the speculum, stretching her impossibly wider, rubbing hard against her G-spot. Her vision swam. "You want it bigger?" he growled, his own arousal thick in his voice. He twisted the speculum screw another agonizing fraction, the steel groaning faintly. Her cunt gaped obscenely wide, her inner muscles fluttering wildly around the intrusion. "You want this clit so fucking huge and needy it aches all day, reminding you what a desperate slut you are?" He flicked the vibrator setting higher. The buzz became a punishing roar against her hypersensitive flesh. "YES! DADDY, YES! I WANT IT! MAKE ME YOUR CLIT-SLUT! YOUR FUCKHOLE!" she sang, her back arching off the bench as another brutal orgasm, ripped from her by sheer overstimulation, tore through her body. Her cunt sprayed cream around the steel and his fingers, her monstrous clit pulsing violently under the relentless wand. The red light blinked, capturing the utter, beautiful wreckage.
Bruce watched her shatter, his jaw tight, eyes blazing with possessive intensity. He didn't relent with the wand until her cries dissolved into choked coos. Slowly, he eased the pressure, though he left the vibrator resting lightly against her pulsing clit. He withdrew his fingers from her gaping, cream-slicked channel but left the speculum locked in place, holding her obscenely open. He leaned close, his breath hot on her ear. "Good girl," he rasped. "Now we measure." He picked up a small, precise digital caliper from the nearby tray. The cold steel touched the engorged flesh of her clit. Zatanna whimpered, anticipating the pressure. "Forty-two millimeters," Bruce announced, a dark satisfaction in his tone. He noted it on a sleek tablet beside the camera. "Progress." He ran the caliper lightly over the slick, stretched rim of her exposed cunt. "And this hungry hole... so beautifully ruined." He tapped the tablet screen, pulling up a previous measurement. "Definitely wider. More accommodating." He lowered his head, pressing a kiss just above her throbbing clit. "My perfect project." He straightened, his gaze locking onto the camera’s red eye, then back to her tear-streaked face. "Break’s over, Zee. Time to see how much more that greedy clit can swell. Prepare for phase three." He reached for the thick vibrator wand again, his thumb hovering over the dial. "Stretch time like never before. I want you to count. And when you're getting deep fucked, princess, we're gonna measure you for you. Big clits get limits broken. Big clits get what they need, what you need. Bigger. Greedy clit needs the most. My god. I've wanted to use this machine forever on you. Now we can. Sing, baby. You're getting stuffed for real and I'm making your clit the star. Like never before. "
The caliper's cold steel vanished, replaced instantly by the burning pressure of Bruce’s thumb grinding into her monstrous, 42mm clit. "Phase three," he announced, the words clipped, devoid of anything but intent. His other hand abandoned the tablet, snaking towards a heavy, black machine humming softly beside the bench. It wasn't the fucking machine – this one had articulated arms tipped with gleaming, adjustable clamps and thick, pulsating bulbs she recognized from his most extreme schematics. "Auto-stimulation protocol. Continuous suction and vibration. Target: clitoral hypertrophy." He tapped a command into its interface. "Maximum tolerable intensity."
The whine climbed an octave as two cold, silicone-coated arms descended. One clamp, wide-jawed and lined with soft nubs, snapped shut over the engorged shaft of her clit with shocking speed. It wasn't crushing, but the immediate, unrelenting pressure made her gasp. Simultaneously, a broad, vibrating bulb sealed itself over the exposed glans with a wet, sucking pop. The vacuum clamp pulled, stretching the hypersensitive flesh taut, while the bulb throbbed against her nerve endings like a jackhammer. "OH FUCKING CHRIST, BRUCE!" Zatanna screamed, her hips bucking violently against the steel restraints, the speculum biting into her stretched flesh. The dual assault was immediate, brutal, and utterly overwhelming. Her clit felt like it was being simultaneously stretched, vibrated raw, and sucked into oblivion.
He ignored her thrashing, adjusting dials with cold precision. The suction intensified, pulling her taut clit deeper into the bulb. The vibration shifted to a punishing, erratic pattern. "Endurance test," he stated, his gaze fixed on the machine's readouts, then flicking to the camera recording her contorted expression. "We need baseline tolerance for prolonged, high-amplitude stimulation. Vocalize your sensations. Scale of one to ten." His fingers traced the swollen, exposed inner labia stretched wide by the speculum, the casual touch a searing counterpoint to the industrial assault on her clit.
"Ten! Fucking... twenty!" she choked out, tears streaming, her vision blurring at the edges. The relentless pull and vibration blurred into a single, excruciating sensation centered entirely on her engorged nerve bundle. It wasn't pleasure; it was torment bordering on agony, yet it sparked something primal, undeniable deep in her spasming core. "It burns! Like... like it’s being ripped off! But... god... it’s... making me spasm inside!" Her cunt fluttered wildly around the cold speculum blades, fresh slickness welling, proof of the perverse connection between pain and deep-seated arousal.
"Good," Bruce murmured, a dark heat finally entering his voice. "That’s the threshold we exploit." He picked up another tool – a thick, ridged dildo, wider than his fist, slick with viscous warming lube. He pressed the blunt, intimidating head against her gaping entrance, already held obscenely open by the steel speculum. "Simultaneous deep cavity stretch. Maintain focus on your clit. Report any diminishment in sensation." He shoved. Hard. The thick silicone forced its way past her stretched rim, burning as it filled the space alongside the unforgiving metal spreader. The stretch was immense, almost tearing, pressing against her cervix. "FUCK! YOU'RE SPLITTING ME!" she wailed, her body arching, fighting multiple unbearable fronts.
The machine on her clit didn't relent. The vibrating bulb pulsed hard against her glans, the vacuum clamp pulled mercilessly. The deep, burning stretch inside her seemed to amplify the torture on her clit, feeding a feedback loop of sensation. "Sensation?" Bruce demanded, twisting the massive dildo slowly inside her, grinding it against her front wall. "On your clit! Is it lessening?"
"No! God, no!" she sobbed, her voice raw. "It’s... brighter! Sharper! Like fire! Feels like... like the whole fucking thing is screaming! Every ridge... every throb... it’s branding my brain! Making me... making my cunt clench around this monster!" She ground down onto the thick dildo involuntarily, seeking pressure to counter the unbearable hypersensitivity radiating from her trapped, tortured clit. The contrast was maddening: deep, brutal fullness versus surface-level nerve annihilation.
He began a slow, deliberate rhythm with the huge dildo, withdrawing it almost completely before slamming it back home, each thrust forcing a choked scream that blended with the mechanical whine. His free hand drifted to the suction bulb, pressing down, increasing the pressure. "Focus on the stretch inside," he commanded over the noise. "Feel how it feeds the ache here." He tapped the vibrating bulb. "Your greedy hole needs this stretch. Your greedy clit needs this torment. They’re connected. Synced. My perfect, interconnected slut." The clinical terms mixed with filthy possession shattered another piece of her resistance.
"I am! I feel it!" she gasped, her words fragmented. "The stretch... it goes right... right to my clit! Like a fucking live wire! Burning! Making it throb harder! Need it! Need the stretch, need the burn! Need you to wreck me!" Her monstrous clit pulsed violently within its vibrating prison, the sensation white-hot, all-consuming. The orgasm building wasn't pleasure; it was a catastrophic system overload, a neuromuscular detonation triggered by sheer, unbearable overstimulation. "Bruce... I can't... it’s gonna... blow!"
"Let it," he growled, slamming the dildo deep, grinding it against her cervix, his thumb mashing down on the suction bulb. "Cum while your clit is begging. Cum while your cunt is stuffed. Show me what a well-trained fuckhole does under pressure. Cum!"
His permission, coupled with the brutal, simultaneous assault on both fronts, detonated her. No wave, no crest – a full-body detonation. Zatanna's scream tore through her throat, soundless for a second, then raw and primal. Her body locked rigid, back arched impossibly high off the bench. Her pussy clenched in brutal, rhythmic spasms around the thick dildo and cold steel speculum, gushing cream. Her clit, trapped and tortured, pulsed with such violent intensity inside the clamp it felt like it might burst. The machine recorded the spasms, the gush, the visible, frantic throbbing of her engorged flesh under the vibrating bulb. Consciousness fragmented into pure sensation – burning stretch, electric joy, and the horrifying, ecstatic void of complete neural collapse.
Bruce held the dildo deep, kept the pressure on the bulb until the violent tremors subsided into weak, aftershock shudders. Only then did he slowly ease the suction and vibration, though the clamp remained. He withdrew the dildo with agonizing slowness, her cunt gaping obscenely wide, cream dripping freely onto the bench. He finally released the clamp. Her monstrous clit sprang free, dark purple, engorged beyond its previous measurement, visibly throbbing, the glans slick and swollen. She lay utterly spent, trembling, her breath ragged gasps, the speculum still holding her ruinously open to the cool air and the camera’s unblinking red eye.
He ran a fingertip lightly over the hypersensitive, battered flesh of her clit. She flinched violently, a broken whimper escaping. "Significant swelling," he noted, the clinical tone returning, though his eyes burned with dark fire. "Excellent response." He picked up the caliper again. The cold touch made her moan. "Forty-six millimeters." He recorded it. "Phase three complete. Threshold established." He lowered his head, his breath hot on her damp skin. "We break it tomorrow." His hand slid possessively over her trembling belly, feeling the slight swell beneath. "Rest, cara mia. Your greedy clit needs to recover." He tapped the auto-stim machine. "For round two."