Chapter 5: The Speculum's Cruel Revelation
The cold, slick steel of the speculum blades pressed against her stretched, twitching hole, a stark contrast to the heat blooming deep within her. Bruce’s breath was a warm ghost on the back of her neck, his body a solid, immovable wall behind her.
“Watch the monitor, Zee,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. “Watch what I do to you.”
Her eyes, heavy-lidded and dark with need, flicked to the large screen. The image was obscenely clear: the puffy, rose-colored ring of her anus, still glistening from the oil, clenching helplessly around the cold, foreign tips.
He didn’t turn the mechanism. Not yet.
Instead, his left hand, slick and warm, slid down the cleft of her ass, past her dripping cunt, and found the swollen, hyper-sensitive nub of her clit. The toy had done its work, pulling the little bud out from its hood, making it fat, exposed, and throbbing with a pulse that echoed in her core. His thumb, calloused and sure, began to rub slow, deliberate circles over its aching head.
A sharp, broken cry tore from Zatanna’s throat. Her back arched, driving her ass back against the speculum and her clit harder into his hand. “Bruce… please…”
“Please what?” he asked, his tone deceptively casual as his thumb continued its maddening, perfect rhythm. Electricity shot from that single point, branching through her belly, making her thighs tremble.
“Please… open it,” she begged, the words slurred. “I need to feel it stretch. I need to see it.”
“You need to be gaped open, don’t you?” he whispered, the filthiness of the words a dark caress. “You need to be split wide on cold steel while I make your clit sing.”
He applied more pressure, his thumb moving faster, a little rougher. She sobbed, her hips bucking uncontrollably. “Yes! God, yes, Bruce, please!”
Finally, his right hand moved. The first metallic click of the speculum’s mechanism was deafening in the candlelit silence. On the screen, the blades began to part with agonizing slowness. It wasn't a swift opening, but a gradual, inexorable yielding. Her tight ring of muscle, already sensitized from his fingers, was forced to accommodate the widening steel.
She watched, mesmerized and horrified, as her own body was unfolded. The initial resistance was a bright, sharp sting that melted almost instantly into a deep, full ache. The inside of her ass, the hidden pink skin, was being exposed inch by torturous inch. The stretch was immense, a burning pressure that fed directly into the pleasure coiling from her clit.
“That’s it,” Bruce growled, his thumb a relentless piston on her clit. “Look at how you’re opening for me. Look at that pretty, pink hole getting wider. It’s swallowing the steel, Zee. It’s so fucking greedy.”
It’s so fucking greedy.” His thumb pressed harder into her clit, a punishing, perfect circle that made her vision blur. On the screen, her puffy pink asshole fluttered violently, a desperate, involuntary clench against the cold steel blades that were only barely open.
“It doesn’t want to give yet, does it?” he mused, his voice a low growl of pure ownership. He watched the muscle twitch and resist, a tiny, rebellious pulse against the instrument’s inexorable purpose.
Zee dripped onto the leather bench, a hot trickle of arousal marking her surrender. Her entire world had narrowed to the blinding focus of his thumb on her clit and the devastating stretch blooming in her ass. “It’s too much,” she gasped, but her hips pushed back against him, begging for more.
“It’s not nearly enough.” With a subtle, cruel shift of his wrist, he didn't turn the mechanism to open it further. Instead, he pushed the entire speculum an inch deeper into her resisting hole, then pulled it almost all the way out.
A sharp, choked cry was torn from her lungs. The sensation was a lightning bolt of violation and pleasure, the smooth, slow drag of steel against her most intimate inner flesh. Her clit throbbed in time with the movement, screaming for the same brutal attention.
“See how it tries to keep me?” he whispered, pushing the speculum back in that same slow, shallow rhythm, fucking her with the tool itself. Each inward press forced a little more of her open; each withdrawal made her empty and aching. “This tight little ring is going to learn. It’s going to be worn out and pliant, just for me.”
“Bruce, please… I can’t…” Her words dissolved into a moan as his thumb found a new, devastating pattern on her clit, rough and fast.
“You can.” His voice was absolute. “You will. When this muscle is soft and used, I’m going to replace this steel with my cock.” He pushed the speculum in again, a fraction deeper this time, holding it there as she whimpered. “I’m going to fuck this stretched, open hole until you forget your own name.”
He began to turn the mechanism. The first click was a promise of ruin. The second click forced a low, continuous moan from her throat as her body was unfolded further, the pink inner walls glistening under the candlelight, exposed for them both to see.
The second click forced a low, continuous moan from her throat as her body was unfolded further, the pink inner walls glistening under the candlelight, exposed for them both to see. Her asshole, now a wide, dark circle, twitched in a frantic, helpless rhythm against the cold, unyielding steel. Bruce watched the screen, his gaze intense, his thumb never ceasing its slow, brutal circles on her engorged clit.
He leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive skin beneath her ear. "Look at it," he commanded, his voice rough. "Watch your own hole trying to fight it."
Zatanna’s eyes, glassy with overwhelmed sensation, fixed on the monitor. She saw the intimate, pulsing flesh, a part of her body she never saw, completely vulnerable and displayed. A fresh wave of heat washed through her, making her cunt clench around nothing. "It's so open," she whispered, the words filled with awe and shame.
He kissed her then, a hard, possessive claiming of her mouth that stole what little breath she had left. His tongue plunged deep, mirroring the violation happening below, as his thumb pressed down hard on the fat, exposed tip of her clit. She cried out into his mouth, her body bowing against the restraints.
When he broke the kiss, a string of saliva connected them. "Tell me what you want, Zee," he growled, his breath hot against her lips. "Use your filthy mouth."
"Ruin it," she begged, her voice cracking. "I want you to ruin my ass, Bruce. Stuff it full."
"Full of what?" he prompted, his thumb tracing lazy, torturous patterns now.
"With that inflatable toy," she gasped, her hips pushing back against the speculum, inviting more. "Pump it up inside me. Stretch me until I can't even clench. Until my second ring gives way and my rectum is just a packed, used hole for you."
A dark, approving sound rumbled in his chest. He loved this, loved the raw, honest filth that fell from her lips when she was like this. He loved the resistance her body still offered, the way her muscle fought a losing battle against the instruments of his will.
"I'm going to inflate it slowly," he promised, his voice dropping to a whisper that was for her alone. "Every pump will stretch this greedy little hole wider. And you're going to squirt for me, Zatanna. You're going to gush all over this bench while you're being stretched open."
He released the speculum's mechanism with a final, soft click, leaving her gaping and empty, the cool air a shock to her ravaged nerves. "And I'm going to tape your pussy lips wide open so you can watch yourself drip and spasm. You'll see everything."
The promise was so obscene, so perfectly tailored to their shared hunger, that a shudder wracked her frame. Her ass felt hollow, aching, already missing the brutal fullness. "Please," she breathed, the word a complete surrender. "Do it. Now."
He didn’t reach for the toy. Instead, he captured her mouth in a deep, consuming kiss, his tongue plunging inward with the same possessive intent as the steel. She tasted the salt of her own sweat and the dark promise on his lips, her body arching into him.
Breaking the kiss, he moved behind her, his breath hot on her exposed skin. His hands spread her cheeks wider, exposing the dark, glistening hole that the speculum had forced open. “Look at the screen, Zee,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Watch me taste what’s mine.”
She obeyed, her eyes locking on the monitor as his tongue, broad and wet, traced a slow, deliberate circle around her stretched, puffy rim. The sensation was a lightning strike of shame and pleasure, so intimate it stole her breath. He lapped at her, his tongue delving into the loosened entrance, tasting the deep, musky truth of her.
“I’m going to leave this speculum in you for hours,” he growled against her tender flesh, his words vibrating through her core. “You’ll walk around with your ass stretched open, getting used to the emptiness, until it forgets how to be tight.”
“Yes,” she gasped, her hips pushing back against his face, begging for more. “I want my asshole broken in, Bruce. I want it to be yours forever.”