Chapter 6: Double Violation
The cold, unyielding steel of the speculum was a permanent presence now, a part of her. For thirty minutes, it had held Zatanna’s asshole in a wide, vulnerable gape, the polished blades glinting in the candlelight, reflecting the sheen of sweat on her trembling thighs. Every slight shift of her body sent a fresh, aching reminder through her—a dull, persistent stretch that was no longer painful, but a constant, humiliating throb. Her cunt, however, was a different story. It wept freely, a slick, hot mess that coated her inner thighs and the leather bench beneath her, the scent of her own arousal thick and heady in the warm, beeswax-scented air.
Bruce’s voice was a low, gravelly murmur against her ear, his breath warm. “Look at you. Still so tight around the metal, even after all this time. Your body doesn’t want to give in, does it? But it will. It’s learning to crave this.”
His thumb, slick with her own juices, found her clit again. It was swollen, protruding and bound by a thin, tight silver ring that kept it painfully, exquisitely exposed. He didn’t rub, not yet. He simply pressed the pad of his thumb against the hypersensitive bud, holding it there with an unbearable, static pressure.
Zatanna whimpered, a broken sound that echoed softly in the stone room. Her wrists were secured above her head with soft cuffs, her legs spread wide by the same restraints that had held her through her last shattering climax. “Bruce… please.”
“Please what, my love?” he asked, his tone deceptively gentle. He traced the outer lips of her cunt, gathering wetness, then brought his fingers to her mouth. “Tell me what you need.”
She sucked his fingers clean, her tongue swirling around them, the taste of herself sharp and familiar. “I need… more.”
“More what?” He pulled his fingers away with a soft pop. “You need me to fuck this greedy little cunt again? Is that it?” He slid two fingers into her, slow and deep, and she cried out, her back arching off the bench. The movement made the speculum shift minutely, and her asshole clenched instinctively around the invasion, a futile, spasming resistance.
“No,” she gasped, her eyes screwed shut. “Not that. The other… the stretching. I feel so empty there, and full at the same time. It’s maddening.”
“That’s the point, Zee.” His fingers worked inside her, a slow, pistoning rhythm that made her hips buck. “We’re teaching that tight, perfect ass of yours to stop fighting. To open up for me. To beg for it.” He withdrew his fingers, leaving her clenching around nothing, and returned his attention to her bound clit. This time, he began to circle it, a torturously slow orbit with the very tip of his finger. “Look at this pretty little thing. All puffed up and begging for attention. It’s so exposed, so helpless. Just like your ass is right now.”
“God, yes,” she moaned, her head thrashing side to side. The sensation was electric, a focused point of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Every nerve ending felt raw and alive.
“I’m going to play with this clit until you’re screaming,” he promised, his voice dropping to a filthy whisper. “Until you’re so fucking desperate to come that you’ll promise me anything. And then, when I’m sure you’re ready, when that stubborn hole of yours is finally soft and pliant and aching for my cock, I’m going to take it. I’m going to bury myself in that shithole and fuck it until you forget your own name.”
His words sent a fresh flood of heat between her legs. The crude language, so at odds with his public persona, never failed to unravel her. “Yes, Bruce. Do it. Break my ass. Make it yours.”
He increased the pressure on her clit, his movements becoming slightly faster, more deliberate. “You love this, don’t you? Being spread open like a common whore for your husband. Being my perfect, filthy slut.”
“I am your slut,” she panted, the admission torn from her. “Only yours. Always yours.”
He leaned down, his mouth hovering just above her throbbing clit. She could feel his warm breath on the wet, sensitized flesh. “I can smell how much you want it. Your cunt is dripping all over my bench. I think it’s time for a taste.”
And then his tongue was on her, flat and rough, licking a broad, wet stripe from her entrance all the way up to her clit. She screamed, the sound raw and unchecked. He didn’t devour her, not yet. He teased. He lapped at her folds, avoiding the center of her pleasure, then flicked his tongue against the tight, stretched ring of the speculum, making her jolt.
“So open,” he murmured against her flesh, his words vibrating through her. “I can see every little pink fold in there, Zee. I can see how it twitches when I touch you here.” His tongue darted out to trace the very edge of her exposed hole, and her entire body seized, a wave of shocking, depraved pleasure radiating from the core of her being.
“Oh, fuck, Bruce! Right there! Please, lick me right there!”
He chuckled, a dark, possessive sound. “Patience. We’re going slow, remember? We’re making you crave it.” He returned to her clit, finally giving it the direct attention she was dying for. He suckled it gently into his mouth, his tongue flicking rapidly over the tip, and her vision whited out for a second. The dual sensations—the brutal, clinical stretch of her ass and the exquisite, wet suction on her clit—were overwhelming.
“I can’t… I can’t take it,” she sobbed, her hips rolling uncontrollably against his face.
“You can,” he growled, pulling away just enough to speak, his lips glistening with her. “You will. You’re going to take every second of this until your ass is begging for my cock as much as your cunt is. Now, come for me. Come all over my face, you beautiful witch. Show me what you’re made of.”
His command was all it took. The orgasm ripped through her, a violent, convulsing wave that had her screaming his name, her body bowing off the bench as her cunt gushed, soaking his chin and the leather beneath her. Through the haze, she felt it—a profound, yielding relaxation in her deepest muscles, the fierce resistance in her asshole finally, truly, beginning to melt away into a deep, aching need.
Through the haze, she felt it—a profound, yielding relaxation in her deepest muscles, the fierce resistance in her asshole finally, truly, beginning to melt away into a deep, aching need. The cold steel of the speculum was no longer an invasion but a fixture, a part of this new, open emptiness that craved to be filled. Her entire body hummed with a residual, liquid heat.
Bruce watched the subtle shift in her posture, the way her hips tilted just so, offering herself more completely. “There it is,” he murmured, his voice thick with approval. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for. That surrender.” He leaned in, his breath ghosting over her slick, trembling folds. “Now, let’s make you desperate all over again.”
His tongue darted out, not to devour, but to taunt. He batted the swollen, bound tip of her clit with quick, sharp flicks of his tongue, each contact a tiny, electric shock that made her jolt and gasp. “So responsive,” he growled against her flesh, the vibrations wracking her sensitive nerves. “This little thing is practically begging for it.”
Zatanna whimpered, a high, thin sound of pure frustration. The pleasure was too sharp, too focused, denying her the building wave of another full climax. “Please, Bruce… don’t just tease… fuck me with your tongue, anything…”
“I’ll do what I want with this cunt,” he said, his tone flat and absolute. He bathed her clit with the flat of his tongue, a slow, wet stroke that was its own form of torture, then pulled away just as she tried to grind against him. Her body convulsed with the denied friction, and the involuntary clenching of her abdomen made her anal muscles spasm rhythmically around the cold, hard steel.
The rhythmic clenching created a faint, metallic clicking sound from the speculum’s hinge. Each contraction pushed the instrument out a fraction of an inch, a tiny, instinctive rebellion of her body trying to expel the object stretching it. Bruce watched, fascinated, as the polished steel slid just barely out of her glistening, stretched hole.
“Trying to push me out?” he whispered, his voice a dark caress. He waited for the next clench, for the speculum to edge out another millimeter, and then with a single, firm push of his thumb against the base, he seated it deep inside her again. The sudden, full re-entry punched a choked cry from her lungs.
Her big, bound clit bobbed with the force of the movement, a blatant, exposed signal of her arousal. “Look at that,” Bruce said, his fingers tracing the slick, inner lips of her cunt, just beside the steel. “Every time I stuff your ass full, this pretty clit jumps. It knows what’s coming next, doesn’t it? It knows I’m going to ruin this tight little hole forever.”
“Yes,” she sobbed, her composure shattered. “It knows. I know. Just do it, Bruce, please, I need your cock in my ass, I need to feel you tear me open…”
He lowered his mouth again, his tongue resuming its merciless, batting play against her clit, each touch a promise of the devastation to come.
His tongue stilled. "Not yet." His voice was flat, absolute. He straightened up, his shadow swallowing her, his eyes fixed on the gleaming chrome instrument that held her open. The candlelight caught the fine adjustment screw at its hinge. "You said you needed more. You begged for it." His fingers, slick from her cunt, found the cold metal. "So let's give you more."
He gripped the handle. With a deliberate, slow rotation, he turned the screw one full, clicking notch.
The expansion was instantaneous and brutal. A sharp, burning stretch tore through her, a fresh frontier of pain that eclipsed the dull, familiar ache. Zatanna’s back arched violently off the leather bench, a raw, guttural scream tearing from her throat that was more shock than pleasure. Her asshole, already stretched to what she thought was its limit, was forced to accommodate a new, impossible diameter. The polished steel blades pressed relentlessly against her inner walls, exposing a deeper, more intimate pink flesh that had never seen air.
"Fuck! Bruce! Oh god, it's too much!" she cried, her bound hands clenching into fists, the chains rattling above her.
"It's exactly enough," he corrected, his voice a low growl of pure hunger. He didn't comfort her. He didn't pause. He watched, mesmerized, as her body convulsed around the invasion, as the newly exposed ring of muscle fluttered in a frantic, helpless rhythm. "Look at that. You're so deep now. I can see everything." He traced the very edge of the stretched, glistening hole with a single, possessive finger, making her jolt. "This is what you wanted. This is what you are."
Before she could form another plea, he dropped his head between her legs. His mouth found her bound, throbbing clit and he sucked it deep, swallowing the entire swollen bud in a single, wet, voracious motion.
The dual assault was catastrophic. The searing, painful stretch in her ass and the overwhelming, wet suction on her clit collided in her nervous system, short-circuiting all coherent thought. A second, sharper scream ripped from her, this one frayed with a pleasure so intense it bordered on agony. Her hips bucked wildly, not away from him, but into his face, grinding her cunt against his mouth as her asshole, under the immense pressure, gave its final, definitive surrender.
The fierce, clenching resistance he had worked for so long to break simply dissolved. It didn't just relax; it melted, turning her entire lower body into a fluid, open channel of sensation. The speculum was no longer an object inside her but a part of the cavernous, aching emptiness he had created.
He felt the change through the metal, through the sudden, pliant softness of her flesh. He released her clit with a wet pop, his chin gleaming. "There," he breathed, his eyes blazing with triumph. "It's open." He ran a thumb over her stretched, gaping hole, feeling the profound, yielding softness. "It's finally fucking open for me."