Chapter 9: Milking the Magic
The cool scent of ozone and damp stone was thick in Zatanna’s nostrils, the only constants in a world reduced to sensation. Blindfolded, gagged, her wrists and ankles anchored in cold steel, she was a vessel filled to bursting. The twin steel rods pistoned relentlessly into her cunt and ass, a brutal, deep rhythm that scraped her nerves raw. But it was the centerpiece that dominated her existence: the wide, clear cylinder clamped over her clit, the powerful vacuum pump pulling with unrelenting force, stretching, swelling her most sensitive flesh into a throbbing, engorged focal point. Bruce’s last measurement – twenty-eight millimeters – echoed in her haze. Almost thirty. Almost the impossible.
Bruce’s voice cut through the machine hum, low, precise, yet vibrating with a heat that seared her. "Plateau achieved at twenty-eight." She heard the tap of keys, the soft rustle of his movement beside her. His hand settled on her trembling thigh, possessive and grounding. "Good. Very good, Zee. But we’re not stopping at thirty." A pause, deliberate, letting the implication sink into her overstimulated mind. "Forty."
Forty. The number detonated in her consciousness. Her hips jerked uselessly against the restraints. A desperate, muffled whine vibrated around the thick silicone gag. Forty? How? It felt impossible, terrifying. Yet, the sheer audacity, the challenge, sent a fresh wave of molten arousal flooding her core, slicking the steel shaft plunging inside her.
Bruce’s chuckle was dark velvet. "I know. It’s obscene. Perfect." His fingers traced the edge of the cylinder where it sealed against her puffy, stretched labia. "Your greedy little cocklet wants it too. Look how it pulses. Begging for more." He tapped the glass directly over the straining tip of her clit. She flinched, a jolt of almost-pain lancing through the pleasure. "It needs… encouragement. Training."
She heard the distinct click of a refrigerated compartment opening. Cold air washed over her exposed skin. Then, the sharp scent of antiseptic. Panic, sharp and sudden, cut through the haze. Inject? Her body tensed, a choked sound escaping the gag.
"Shhh, beloved," Bruce murmured, his other hand resting firmly on her pregnant belly. The contrast – clinical cold, the warmth of his hand on their child – was jarring. "Trust me. This is just to help. To make it stretch. To fill." His voice dropped, roughened. "To make it so fucking fat and heavy you’ll feel it throb with every step tomorrow." He uncapped a vial. The faint snick echoed. "A special blend. My own formula. Enhanced collagen, vasodilators… magic of a different kind." His thumb swiped a cool, viscous gel onto the taut skin just above her pubic bone, a pre-emptive numbing agent. The chill was a shock, followed quickly by a spreading tingle. "Deep breath."
The bite of the needle was sharp, precise, piercing the numbed skin at the very base of her swollen clit, right where it emerged from its hood. She gasped, the gag muffling it to a whimper. It wasn’t agony, but a deep, invasive pressure, a violation that somehow amplified the electric current already coursing through her nerves. She felt the slow, cold push of the fluid deep into the root tissue. A strange, heavy warmth began to bloom, radiating outwards, suffusing the already engorged flesh. It felt… fuller. Denser. The stretching sensation intensified tenfold. The vacuum pump seemed to pull even harder, sucking greedily at the expanding tissue.
"Initial injection complete," Bruce stated, his voice tight with focus. He withdrew the needle, applying pressure. "Observe immediate localized tumescence. Base circumference increasing." He sounded fascinated, almost reverent, as he monitored the display. "Commencing primary enhancement." His fingers danced over the control panel for the milker. A new, deeper hum joined the symphony of the cave. Inside the cylinder encasing her clit, a warm, viscous liquid began to flow. Silicone gel, perfectly body-temperature, molding itself instantly to the contours of her swollen flesh. It poured in, thick and insistent, filling every millimeter of space within the cylinder, encasing her clit completely in a warm, clinging embrace. It intensified the vacuum's pull exponentially, pressing in from all sides, a uniform, inescapable pressure that made her trapped clit feel simultaneously smothered and stretched to its absolute limit.
"Feel that, Zee?" Bruce growled, leaning close, his breath hot on her ear. "Warm and thick, just like my cock. Molding that greedy little fuck-button. Filling every crevice." His hand slid down, fingers probing the slick mess where her cunt was stretched around the steel dildo. "Soaking wet just thinking about how fat it’s getting, aren’t you?" He plunged two fingers in alongside the invading rod, crooking them upwards to rub hard against her inner walls. "Yeah… fucking drenched. Good girl."
But he wasn't done. Another tap on the console. Inside the cylinder, now filled with the warm, encapsulating gel, two small, powerful nodules activated. One pressed firmly against the hypersensitive tip of her clit, vibrating with a high-frequency buzz that felt like electric fire. The other nestled right at the swollen base, where he’d injected her, pulsing with a deep, thrumming rhythm that resonated through the newly saturated tissue. Dual vibration – pinpoint torture at the peak and the root.
Zatanna’s world shattered. The sensations fused into a white-hot singularity. The relentless pistoning in her ass and cunt. The crushing, molding pressure of the gel-filled cylinder. The brutal vacuum pull. The electric sizzle on her clit tip. The deep, resonant thrum at its base. The alien heaviness spreading from the injection. It was too much. It was everything. Her body arched violently off the table, muscles straining to the point of tearing against the steel cuffs. A raw, silent scream ripped through her, completely stifled by the gag, emerging only as a desperate, gurgling vibration in her throat. Her cunt convulsed in violent, uncontrollable spasms around Bruce’s fingers and the steel shaft. But that wasn't all.
"Engaging Overstimulation Protocol. Target: Uncontrolled Emission," Bruce rasped, his own breathing harsh. He watched, transfixed, as the gel-filled cylinder became a chaotic mess. Clear fluid, under immense pressure from the combined stimuli, erupted from her urethra in powerful, rhythmic gushes. It mixed with the warm gel, swirling turbulently within the cylinder. Her swollen clit, trapped and vibrating, visibly pulsed and strained against its confines with each convulsive squirt. "There it is! Look at you! Fucking gushing like a broken hydrant! Don't stop! Let it all out, you filthy, perfect slut!" He punctuated his command by roughly twisting his fingers inside her spasming cunt, scraping her G-spot. "Cum! Cum around my fingers! Squirt for me! Milk that fat clit dry!"
She was beyond words, beyond thought. Her body was a vessel of pure, involuntary ecstatic agony. Wave after wave of orgasmic release tore through her, each one triggering another violent gush into the gel-filled chamber. Her vision whited out, stars exploding behind the blindfold. She was dimly aware of Bruce’s groan, the slick sound of his fist pumping his cock furiously beside her.
"Orgasm sequence Gamma!" he barked, his voice thick. "Sustained emission! Clitoral measurement…" He paused, a sound of pure, dark triumph escaping him. "Thirty-five millimeters and climbing! Subject response optimal! Maintain protocol!" He slammed his free hand down on the console, locking the settings. The vibrations intensified. The suction peaked. The pistoning rods drove deeper. "Break forty for me, Zatanna! Push it! Make that desperate little cocklet explode!"
Lost in the gel-filled, vibrating, vacuum-sealed hell of bliss he’d crafted, her body obeying his command with violent, gushing convulsions, Zatanna could only drown. The number echoed in the dissolving fragments of her mind: Forty. It wasn't a goal anymore. It was an inevitability written in the frantic pulse of her swollen flesh and the warm flood swirling around it. Bruce’s growl, full of possessive lust and scientific fervor, was the only anchor in her unraveling world. "That's it… take it all… give me every fucking drop…"
Bruce’s growl, full of possessive lust and scientific fervor, was the only anchor in her unraveling world. "That's it… take it all… give me every fucking drop…" The command vibrated through her bones, syncing with the relentless thrum of the vibrators and the deep, insistent pull of the vacuum. Her swollen clit, engorged far beyond its natural state by the saline injection and trapped within the warm gel prison, pulsed violently, triggering another gush of fluid that swirled the viscous silicone.
"Thirty-eight!" Bruce announced, triumph sharp in his voice. The precise measurement cut through her haze. So close to forty. The impossible, obscene goal. Her hips bucked wildly, muscles screaming against the steel cuffs, her breath ragged whistles around the thick gag. He watched the display, the chaotic swirl within the cylinder mirroring the tempest inside her. "Almost there, Zee. Your greedy little cock is practically begging for it now."
The pistoning rods driving into her cunt and ass stopped abruptly. The sudden absence of that deep, violating rhythm felt almost like loss. "Disengage penetrative units," Bruce ordered the computer, his voice tight. Metal slid slickly out of her ass and her cunt with a wet, sucking sound. The emptiness was profound, leaving her spread wide and dripping. Cool cave air hit her newly exposed, swollen flesh.
"Maintain clitoral protocol. Maximum suction. Maximum vibration," Bruce commanded. The focus narrowed brutally to the cylinder encapsulating her distended clit. The buzzing intensified to a punishing whine, the vacuum pull becoming absolute, sucking the saline-saturated flesh to its absolute limit against the cylinder's end. It stretched, stretched, a taut, aching prominence under the relentless pressure. "Thirty-nine point five… hold… hold…" His breath hitched.
Then, the click of latches. The cylinder released its seal with a soft hiss. The sudden withdrawal of pressure and vibration was its own shock. Cold air washed over her exposed, throbbing flesh. It felt huge, alien, pulsing wildly. "Forty millimeters," Bruce stated, the words thick with awe and dark satisfaction. "Perfect." She heard the unmistakable sound of the high-resolution camera whirring, the flash stark even behind her blindfold. Click. Click. Click. Documenting her monstrously swollen prize.
"Remove gag." The thick silicone plug was pulled from her mouth. She gasped, sucking in deep, shuddering breaths of the damp cave air. "B-Bruce… fuck… it feels…" she panted, her voice raw and wrecked. "So fucking big… heavy…"
"Show me," he demanded, his voice rough. Before she could comprehend, his hand was between her legs, fingers sliding through her slick folds, slick with her own juices and the residual gel. He found the base of her engorged clit, impossibly thick and protruding, and with deliberate pressure, squeezed. Hard.
"AH! FUCK!" The sensation was electric, blinding, sending a fresh flood of wetness gushing from her cunt. She squirted hard, a hot arc splattering onto the cold metal table beneath her.
"Beautiful," Bruce breathed, the camera whirring again, capturing the evidence of her uncontrolled release. Then his hands were on her thighs, spreading her wider. "Now, let's see how that greedy cunt tastes after being stretched." His head dipped between her legs. The first hot, wet swipe of his tongue, broad and demanding, licking through the flood she’d just produced, made her cry out. He lapped at her, groaning into her flesh. "Fuck, Zee… soaked."
Then he focused, tongue stiffening, driving deep into her spasming, empty cunt. He tongue-fucked her with ruthless precision, plunging in and out, curling upwards to scrape her sensitive front wall. The rough texture, the wet heat, the sheer intimacy of it after the mechanical assault shattered her remaining control. "Oh God! Bruce! Yes! Right there! Fuck!" She twisted, trying to grind against his face, her distended clit bobbing obscenely with each thrust of his tongue.
He pulled back slightly, his breath hot on her dripping flesh. "Squirt again," he commanded, low and guttural. "Let me taste it all." His thumb found her swollen clit, slick with her arousal. He didn't stroke it. He clamped it, pinching the thick shaft between thumb and forefinger, right at the base where he’d injected it. The pressure was immense, shocking, focused directly on the hypersensitive, saline-swollen nerve bundle.
"AAGGHH!" The orgasm ripped through her, primal and unstoppable. Her back arched impossibly, straining the cuffs. Her cunt clenched violently around nothing as another hot torrent gushed out, splashing over Bruce's chin, his neck. He grunted, holding the clamp on her throbbing clit, prolonging the agony-ecstasy of the release, his tongue darting out to catch the flow. "Fuck yes, that's it! Drench me, you perfect fucking fountain!" He released the clamp only when the gush subsided to trembling spurts. Click. Click. Click. The camera captured the aftermath: her ravaged, dripping sex, the monstrously swollen clit, Bruce's face glistening with her release.
He straightened, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, his eyes locked on her exposed flesh, dark with intent. He reached beside the table. She heard the distinctive sound of a heavy, specialized clamp opening – cold steel with thick, rubber-padded jaws. "Time to secure this magnificent cocklet," he stated, his voice thick with anticipation. Her distended clit, still pulsing at a full, impossible forty millimeters, throbbed in the cool air. He positioned the heavy clamp carefully at its engorged base. The cold metal touched her overheated flesh. She shuddered, a fresh wave of desperate arousal flooding her at the promise of containment, of what came next. "Hold still," he murmured. "Big girls need proper restraints." The clamp jaws closed with a decisive, metallic snick, encircling the root of her swollen pearl firmly, locking it in prominence. She gasped at the new pressure, the ownership it signified. He adjusted it slightly, ensuring it was secure but not cutting. "Perfect." Click. Click. Click. "Lots and lots of photos," he confirmed, a dark promise in his voice. He moved closer, his hard cock bumping against her trapped thigh. "Ready for your fucking, Mrs. Wayne?" His hand traced the steel clamp, then slid lower, fingers slicking through her wetness once more. "This greedy little cock has earned it."
The cold steel clamp encircling the root of her monstrously swollen clit felt like a brand, a claim. Bruce’s fingers, slick with her own arousal, traced the engorged shaft protruding obscenely from her hood, the flesh still throbbing violently from the saline injection and relentless suction. "Forty millimeters of pure, swollen nerve endings," he murmured, his voice thick with dark reverence, his gaze fixed on the glistening, veined flesh trapped by the clamp. "A fucking masterpiece." He leaned down, his breath hot on her inner thigh, his tongue flicking out to taste the slick mess coating her trembling folds. "And it’s mine." He bit down, sharp teeth sinking into the soft flesh high on her thigh, drawing a sharp gasp from her raw throat. "All mine."
He straightened, his movements deliberate. From a tray beside the gurney, he retrieved two small, heavy steel weights, each shaped like a teardrop. With precise clicks, he attached them to the dangling ring beneath the clamp encircling her clit’s base. The sudden downward pull was immediate, intense. Her swollen clit strained against the clamp, pulled taut towards the table beneath her. A low groan escaped her lips, a mixture of shock and profound arousal at the new, anchoring sensation. "Feel that weight?" Bruce growled, giving the clamp a slight tug, making the weights swing and the engorged flesh stretch further. "Feel how it pulls? That’s your leash now, Zee." He ran a fingertip along the stretched underside of her clit, making her hips jerk. "Greedy little cock needs grounding."
His hands moved to the steel cuffs securing her wrists and ankles. Latches clicked open. The sudden release from immobility sent pins and needles shooting through her limbs. "Up," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for hesitation. He gripped her hips, hauling her limp, trembling body towards him on the cold metal surface. Her legs dangled over the edge, feet barely touching the cave floor. Bruce stood between them, his own arousal thick and right-sideid, glistening at the tip. He grasped his cock, aligning the swollen head with her gaping, dripping entrance. "Ride it," he ordered, his eyes locked on hers, burning with possessive fire. "Ride this cock like the desperate, swollen slut you are. Show me how much you need it buried inside that greedy, stretched-out cunt."
Zatanna pushed herself up onto shaky arms, her distended clit swaying heavily with the weights beneath her. She lowered herself slowly, guiding the thick head of his cock against her slick, swollen folds. The stretch was immense, her cunt still sensitized and loose from the pistoning rods. She sank down, inch by agonizing inch, a ragged moan tearing from her throat as he filled her completely, stretching her anew. "Fuck… Bruce… so full…" she gasped, her head falling back.
"Move," he commanded, his hands settling firmly on her hips, guiding her. She began to rise, the drag of his cock pulling deliciously at her inner walls, then sank back down, taking him deep. The weights hanging from her clit swung with each motion, tugging rhythmically at the engorged root, sending sharp jolts of sensation straight to her core. Bruce watched, mesmerized, as she found a slow, grinding rhythm. "Look at that," he breathed, his thumb finding the swollen tip of her clit protruding heavily from its hood. He rubbed slow, deliberate circles over the hypersensitive peak. "Look how fat it is. How it bounces." He pinched the tip lightly, making her cry out and clench hard around his cock. "Feel that? Feel how it makes you squeeze me?"
He leaned forward suddenly, capturing her lips in a deep, claiming kiss. His tongue plunged into her mouth, mimicking the thrust of his cock below. She moaned into him, tasting herself on his lips, her body responding violently. The kiss was demanding, possessive, a counterpoint to the obscene physicality below. As his tongue tangled with hers, his fingers continued their assault on her distended clit, flicking the swollen tip rapidly, then rubbing the stretched shaft with rough pressure. The combined sensations – the deep kiss, the fullness inside her, the relentless manipulation of her oversized clit, the insistent tug of the weights – coalesced into an unbearable pressure.
He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to watch her face contort. "Cum," he growled, his voice low and guttural. "Cum all over my cock, Zatanna. Gush for me." His fingers intensified, rubbing her clit furiously, pulling it slightly away from her body, stretching it taut. He gave the heavy, swinging weights a sharp flick, sending vibrations through the clamped flesh. "NOW!"
The command detonated her. Her body arched violently. A raw, shattered scream ripped from her throat. Her cunt convulsed in violent, uncontrollable spasms around his buried cock. Hot fluid gushed out in powerful jets, soaking his groin, splattering onto the cave floor beneath them with audible splashes. "OH GOD! FUCK! YES!" she screamed, her vision whiting out, her body shaking uncontrollably. Bruce groaned, his own control fraying as her spasming cunt milked him. He kept rubbing her throbbing clit, flicking the tip relentlessly, prolonging the violent ecstasy. "That's it! Fucking drench me! Look at you go!" He gave the weighted clamp a sharp tug, making her swollen flesh bounce obscenely. "Such a messy, perfect whore!"
As the gushing subsided into trembling aftershocks, he didn't stop. He pulled her clit out further, stretching it away from her body, the saline-injected flesh yielding unnaturally. He flicked the hypersensitive tip rapidly with his thumb, then delivered a sharp, stinging smack to the swollen shaft. "Ah! Bruce! Too much!" she cried, tears streaming down her face, her body caught between unbearable sensitivity and the aftershocks of orgasm. "Please!"
"Too much?" he rasped, his own breathing harsh. He smacked her clit again, the sound sharp in the cavern. The weights swung wildly. "You begged for forty millimeters. You got it." He rubbed the stinging flesh roughly. "Now take what comes with it." He gripped her hips hard, pulling her down onto his cock as he thrust up powerfully, burying himself to the hilt in her slick, convulsing heat. "Ride," he commanded, his voice ragged. "Ride me hard. Milk every fucking drop." His hand returned to her tortured clit, stroking the thick shaft in time with her desperate bounces, tugging the weighted clamp rhythmically, ensuring every nerve remained screamingly alive as she moved. Her cries were a mixture of ecstasy and overwhelmed agony, her body a vessel for his relentless possession, the heavy weights swinging beneath her, marking each frantic descent onto his cock.