Chapter 17: Chapter 17
The sterile chill of Wayne Biotech was replaced by the close, humid air of Jason’s safehouse loft. Maps of Gotham’s underbelly and schematics of secure vaults adorned the bare concrete walls. A single dim lamp cast long, distorted shadows, its weak light barely reaching the worn leather couch where Selina lay, still restrained, though differently now. The cold titanium table was gone. Instead, thick leather straps secured her wrists to the arms of the couch, ankles bolted to its sturdy legs. Her head lolled to one side, held only by the unforgiving chrome jaw spreader forcing her mouth agape, her tongue pinned flat by the cold metal clamp. Drool slicked her chin and the cracked leather beneath her head.
Her transformed body dominated the space. Her massive, veined breasts strained against the thick leather collar chained to her throat, nipples still tethered, pulled taut. The thick silicone sound still vibrated relentlessly within her stretched urethra. But the aspiration tube was gone. Released. Jason knelt between her splayed legs, his fingers carefully working the final latch on the chrome cuff holding her monstrous clit presented.
"Been waiting to get this fucking tube off you, Kitten," Jason muttered, his voice rough in the quiet room. He carefully slid the cuff free. The sudden release of the brutal backward pull made Selina gasp wetly through the gag. Her huge clit, freed from its glass prison and metal constraint, throbbed violently. It was an impressive, swollen shaft, easily thicker than Jason’s thumb, deep purple and glistening under the lamp’s harsh glare. Its enormous, bulbous glans protruded obscenely, hypersensitive and exposed, the underside flushed deep red and scattered with stinging welts from the lab’s final spanking. The cold air of the loft hit it like a brand. She whimpered, a desperate, muffled sound.
Jason tossed the cuff aside. It clattered on the concrete floor. He picked up a thin, flexible tawse made of stiff black leather. Not soft this time. Punishing. "Look at it," he breathed, awe mixed with cruelty in his tone. He ran the cool leather lightly down the length of the trembling shaft. Selina flinched, her hips twitching involuntarily. "Fat. Throbbing. Fucking hungry." He tapped the swollen glans with the tip of the strap. Tap-tap. Sharp, precise. She jerked, a choked cry escaping her open mouth.
Then he spanked it. Thwip! The thin leather landed squarely on the hypersensitive underside of the shaft, near the root. Selina’s body arched off the couch, straining against the leather straps. The sensation was heavenly, amplified a thousandfold by the serum burning deep within her nerves and the sheer exposure. Girl cum slicked her cunt, beading and dripping onto her inner thigh. The urethral toy buzzed harder in response to her clenching muscles.
Thwip! Another strike, lower this time, on the incredibly tender flesh just beneath the swollen glans. "Fuck!" Selina screamed into the spreader, the sound thick with drool and desperation. Her huge clit twitched and pulsed like a frantic heartbeat. Her pinned-open cunt convulsed, a fresh gush of creamy slickness from her little pussy soaking the leather beneath her ass. Froth bubbled around her stretched labia.
Jason grinned, a feral slash in the gloom. "Yeah, you love it. Love Daddy spanking your fat fucking clit-dick." He varied the strikes. Thwip! High on the shaft. Thwip! Low on the glans. Thwip-thwip! A rapid double tap on that raw, punished underside. Each impact sent shockwaves of white-hot need through Selina’s core. She thrashed, her muscles straining, slickness pouring freely. The violent contractions around the urethral toy sent mini-jets of milky fluid spraying onto her own stomach.
"Look at that sexy girl spray," a harsh, excited voice cut through the room. Chalcedony leaned against a support beam near the door, her eyes wide, teeth biting her lower lip. Alabaster stood beside her, immaculate as always, a faint, cold smile playing on her lips.
"Just getting her warmed up," Jason growled, not turning. He switched implements, picking up the rigid rod tipped with the small leather disk. He pressed the cool disk against the very tip of her glans. Selina froze, panting. She nodded, as much as she could, her tongue drawn out and quivering.He lifted it, then brought it down sharply. Snap! The precise, hard impact on the most sensitive point imaginable shattered what little composure she had left. Her scream was raw, guttural. Her hips bucked wildly. Another powerful jet of fluid erupted from her cunt, arcing high. The chain-linked nipples pulled taut.
"Jesus Christ!" Chalcedony breathed, stepping closer, drawn like a moth to flame. "Spank that fat bitch clit harder! She's gushing, Jason. Selina, your clit looks like a clit-cock. Baby, you sure you aren't trying to be a futa? Gotta have that needy cocklet fucked by machines as you drool on daddy's chair?"
Jason obliged. Snap! Snap! Two rapid-fire strikes on the swollen glans. Her entire body locked in a rigid spasm. He rubbed it around her stuffed peehole, nudging the base of her big clit. Daddy's clit -- he'd made her this beautiful, but only because she asked. He dropped the rod and scooped up the multi-tailed flogger. Swish-Thwack-Thwack! The stingy cords rained down on the entire engorged shaft, wrapping slightly, stinging every inflamed inch. Wrapped around it, like it was fucking her, jerking her off. Selina cried out and drooled from her cunt, her mouth. The erratic barrage was relentless. Whip, snap, flog. Ecstasy blurred into a single, annihilating wave. Her clit felt like a fat fuck pole, throbbing and burning under the assault. Slickness flowed freely, pooling beneath her. The safehouse air filled with the sounds of wet slaps, choked sobs, and Chalcedony’s eager swearing.
"Losing your mind, aren't you, Kitten?" Jason taunted, lowering the flogger. Her huge clit jerked and trembled uncontrollably, glistening with sweat, pre-cum, and her own slick. It was impossibly swollen, a dark, throbbing monument to his cruel science. He leaned forward, his gloved hand hovering just above the ravaged flesh. "Need more than spankers now? Need Daddy’s fingers?"
Selina’s pinned eyes, wide and desperate, locked onto his. A frantic, muffled keening was her only answer. Yes. Anything. Please.
"Show Daddy how bad." He didn’t touch her clit. Instead, his middle finger pressed firmly against her pinned-open, dripping entrance. She gasped as he pushed one thick digit inside easily, her slick cunt swallowing it to the knuckle. He curled it, finding the textured spot inside her upper wall. He pressed hard. Thud. A deep, internal shockwave. Her swollen clit pulsed violently. Her hips strained as if trying to impale herself further.
"Look at that fat fucking clit jump!" Chalcedony crowed, pointing. "She feels it!"
"Make her admit she wants to be a futa. John could do it, you know."
Jason's head snapped up. "Constantine? The filthy fucker."
"Yeah, but he could make her one for a night. So you could make her beg, hour by hour, to stretch her cocklet into a real cock. Spank her cunt as she cums all over her fat tits."
Selina listened what little she could, groaning in agreement.
"Yeah. What do you say, Selina? You want Daddy to push your clit-cock to its limits?" Alabaster kissed her forehead. "You want us to break you with your giant fuck button? Nod yes if... well, you pull those titties up. Show me."
Selina could barely nod, her nipples stretching to her collar, her tongue pulled out. She did enthusiastically. Jason groaned.
Chalcedony ran her finger over it, getting the digit wet, and started rubbing the tip of Selina's fat clit. "Selina told us. Jason, abuse her clit. Abuse that fat clit until she cums on command. No, no, better. Til her little cunt squirts like a broken faucet and you keep abusing that big fat fuckpole button. You know that's what she begs for. Crying, mascara running down her face. Play the second interview."
Jason kept the pressure inside Selina that relentless internal massage, while picking up the thin tawse again with his free hand. He didn’t spank hard. He teased. He ran the cool leather lightly, torturously slowly, up the fiery-hot, welting underside of her monstrous clit. Selina whimpered, a high-pitched, broken sound. He traced the prominent veins. She whined for the interview. Jason didn't know, the second one.
"Yeah? Gonna play it for you while you get your big clit fattened up nice." He flicked the very tip of the glans. Flick-flick. Each tiny touch, amplified by the serum and her internal stimulation, was exquisite. He alternated – deep, grinding pressure inside her cunt, then a maddening, feather-light trace or sharp flick on her hypersensitive clit.
The overload was unbearable. Her body was strung too tight. Her clit felt engorged beyond capacity, burning, stinging, screaming for relief she couldn’t define. The deep rub inside her stoked a furnace in her core. "Guh...! Nnngh...! Daaaaddyyy!" The mangled plea was lost in drool, but her eyes screamed it. Tears streamed down her temples, overwhelmed, happy.
Jason flicked the tawse sharply against the base of her clit shaft. Thwip! Simultaneously, he curled his finger hard inside her, pressing relentlessly against her G-spot. Thud. It was the detonation. Selina’s back arched so violently the leather straps groaned. A sound ripped from her chest that was beyond human, a raw, animalistic bellow of pure, shattering ecstasy and utter degradation. Her pinned-open pussy clamped down like a vice on his finger, milking it in violent, rhythmic spasms. Thick ropes of creamy fluid sprayed from her convulsing cunt, drenching his wrist, her thighs, the couch. But more obscenely, her monstrous clit twitched. Her cunt got ready. He saw it. It wasn’t a small twitch; the entire fat shaft pulsed and jerked like an independent creature, visibly throbbing, flexing. "John's thing makes her cum from her *clit*?"
"Makes it a clit *cock*. Peehole up there. You can stuff it, use a round hollow sound to keep it open and leaky. Only cum, though. Pour his whole potion up there and she'll be desperate. Think of her clit now. Multiply it by twenty, that's what she literally's begging for in the video." Alabaster stroked her cock. Selina was still cumming herself, spurting a spray of girl necatr forceful jets onto her lower belly and Jason’s arm. The urethral toy vibrated wildly as her pelvic floor spasmed around it.
She came for an eternity, suspended in a white-noise void of sensation, her body wracked by convulsions she couldn’t control, pinned open, displayed, her huge clit pulsing like a dying animal. Chalcedony’s excited shouts were distant thunder. Alabaster’s low murmur of appreciation was a cold whisper. Jason held her through it, finger buried deep, watching the ruin he’d created with possessive satisfaction.
When the convulsions finally subsided, she collapsed, utterly spent, trembling like a leaf in a storm. Her breathing was ragged, wet gasps. Her huge clit lay twitching on her mons, swollen, bruised, slick with multiple fluids, utterly defeated. It couldn't go down. Slickness and cum pooled on the leather beneath her. Jason slowly withdrew his glistening finger, tracing it along her trembling inner thigh, leaving a wet trail. He leaned close to her ear, his voice a low growl cutting through her haze.
"Good fucking girl. Now you’re ready. " His gaze flicked towards Chalcedony and Alabaster, waiting in the shadows. "Get over here. Front row’s over. Time to ride."
In the video that he queued up, Selina bawled softly in need. Her little clit stuck out of a tube taped to a flat surface, a Hitachi magic wand pressed to the base. Another one stuffed in her tight cunt pushed her hole to its limits, waiting to be turned on. Lube leaked. "I wanna suck my cock-clit," she cried as she stared down at the little pearl. "I wanna be fake-forced to deep-throat my cock-clit while Daddy stuffs my pussy with toys."
The interviewer was unmoved. "What about your tits?"
"Daddy chooses."
"No. You choose."
"Milk my udders. I want torpedo tit udders, Daaaaddy." The interviewer flicked on the wands and she went rigid, her little hole alight with the hard vibrations. "I want my nipples clamped and Daddy, stuff meeeeeee. My peehole! Stuff it with two sounds and four dildos in my pussy, oh fuck, *stretched* while you push my head down on my own clit-cock. Jason, Jay!" Her desperate cries grew louder as they listened to her chatter over the vibrations. The wands stopped, the interviewer making notes.
"Clinically now, Selina. Tell us what you want."
"I want you to stretch my holes and spank them closed on the toys, so I cum..." She caught her breath. "Daddy needs to stretch me on a big toy, abuse my big fat clit... I want to beg to the camera how Daddy is stuffing me and stretching me so you all hear."
"Good. We will arrange it. Now, about your clit."
She waited.
"You want it permanently enlarged. You will *beg* for it. And he will give you what you want. I want you to tell him, at every orgasm, to make your clit bigger. Do you agree?"
"YES."
Jason looked to her. "Start. Now. You tell us how you want the biggest clit we can make that. Train your clit even bigger."
"Daddy." She gurgled, not even audible.
"Can I train your clit so I can abuse that fat needy fuck-pole?"
She nodded immediately.
"Can I permanently stretch it and fatten it to a huge clit? Baby, you want to see it stick out *three* inches?"
"Four," she tried to say.
"Fourteen and I'd put her in a fucking machine," Alabaster daydreamily sighed. "Make her clit stick out six inches just once, Jay."
The interviewer repeated, "Tell me about your clit piercing fantasies," on the video.
Selina started to moan in need again.
"Four inches and you're getting stretched everywhere. Especially those big nipples. Gonna break you open, baby girl?"
Alabaster grinned at Jason. Selina smiled around her gag. They understood her.
Alabaster moved with unnerving silence, his polished boots clicking softly on the concrete floor as he approached the wrecked woman on the couch. Selina flinched, her exhausted body tensing anew. He ignored her distress, his long, cool fingers deftly releasing the chrome jaw spreader. The sudden release made her jaw ache fiercely. Before she could even gasp, he held up the ring gag. It was obscenely large, thick black silicone, easily wider than three fingers held together. "Open," he commanded, his voice devoid of inflection. Selina whimpered, her throat raw, but resistance was futile. She opened her mouth wide, feeling the cold, yielding silicone press against her lips. He pushed it in relentlessly, stretching her jaw wider than she thought possible, the thick ring settling deep behind her teeth, forcing her mouth into a permanent, drooling oval. Her tongue lay trapped and useless beneath it. Drool immediately began cascading down her chin onto her bruised chest.
Jason watched, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as Alabaster secured the gag’s straps tightly behind her head. He pulled out a sleek tablet. "Remember this, Kitten?" he rasped. He tapped the screen. Instantly, Selina’s own voice, breathy and unmistakably aroused, filled the loft’s tense silence. "...after a good clit spanking? Oh god, I just... I gush. Every fucking time. Like a fucking fountain." It was the interview. The one she’d done for that underground Gotham tabloid, drunk on stolen champagne and the thrill of anonymity. "Daddy... he knows. He sees how fat my little cocklet gets." On the recording, the interviewer’s voice pressed, oily and insistent: "Tell them what Daddy does when it’s all swollen up like that, Selina. Tell them what you beg for." Selina’s recorded voice hitched, a moan audible. "Fuck... he... he stretches it. Makes it thicker. Shows everyone how greedy my slutty clit is. Shows them my holes... all stuffed full..."
Hearing her own drunken confession, amplified in the quiet room while pinned open and utterly exposed, sent a fresh wave of scalding humiliation through Selina. Her huge, abused clit throbbed traitorously against her thigh. Chalcedony chuckled darkly from the shadows. "Filthy fucking mouth on her." Alabaster’s expression remained impassive, but his eyes gleamed with cold appraisal. Jason leaned close to Selina’s ear, his breath hot. "Listen good, kitty. You fucking asked for this." He tapped the tablet again. The recording continued: "...Daddy sees everything. Sees how my greedy asshole winks when he fucks my pussy. Sees my ureth. Mmm, no, my stuffed peehole drip when he shoves his cock down my throat..." Selina tried to shake her head, a desperate denial muffled into a wet gurgle by the massive ring gag. Her hips jerked involuntarily.
"Hold her," Jason ordered Alabaster. The taller futa’s hands clamped down on Selina’s shoulders, pinning her torso flat against the sticky leather. Jason moved swiftly between her legs. He discarded the vibrating sound still buzzing inside her urethra. In its place, he held a new toy: a thicker sound, jet black silicone, studded with hard, irregular beads along its length, a small, powerful-looking vibrator unit at its base. It looked brutal. "Gonna help you cum harder than ever, slut," Jason growled. He coated the thick, beaded shaft liberally with slick gel. Selina’s eyes widened in want above the gag. She tried to clamp her thighs together, but the restraints held firm. Jason gripped her monstrous clit firmly at the base, pulling it taut, exposing the tiny, stretched opening under it. He pressed the bulbous tip against her urethral meatus. "Daddy! My peehole!" she tried to say, the sound distorted and wet through the ring and cock in her mouth. He teased. Kissed her hole. The thick, beaded intrusion dipped in and left, stretching her delicate internal passage wider than ever before. She felt each time v the hard bead popped past the tight ring of muscle, in and out, so full, so bad. A relentless, invasive pressure deep inside her pelvis. Daddy was prepping her for her spit roast cunt stuffing. He shoved her new all the way in until the vibrator base nestled snugly against her massively swollen clit shaft. He flicked a switch. Instantly, a deep, penetrating buzz vibrated through the beads, resonating inside her bladder, her pelvic floor, vibrating against the root of her clit. A choked groan tore from Selina’s throat. Her body convulsed, in orgasm, in shock and overwhelming sensation. Clear fluid, not urine, not cum, just slick squirt cum, seeped around the invading toy.
The recording played on, her own voice detailing depravities. "...want him to stretch it until it’s a proper little dick. Until I can fuck holes with it..." Jason watched Selina writhe, impaled by sound and futa cock, drool soaking her chest. He adjusted the vibrator setting higher. The buzzing intensified, a relentless internal thrumming that made her muscles jump and spasm uncontrollably. Chalcedony stepped forward, her gaze fixed on Selina’s pinned-open, slick cunt, still glistening from her earlier forced orgasm. She traced a sharp fingernail along Selina’s trembling inner thigh, making her flinch. "Look at that greedy little thief pussy," Chalcedony purred, her voice thick with dark amusement. She glanced meaningfully at a heavy, knotted silicone dildo resting on a nearby workbench. "Still gaping wide. Pretty thief pussy needs a big knotting dildo stuffed up it. Really stretch that hungry hole out." Her words hung in the humid air, a promise of further violation. Jason grinned, his hand resting possessively on the vibrator buried deep in Selina’s urethra. "Soon," he promised, his eyes locked on Selina’s excited ones. "Real fucking soon." The deep buzz inside her intensified.
The deep buzz inside her intensified, vibrating through her pelvic bones, making her swollen clit twitch against the vibrator base like a trapped animal. Alabaster leaned over her, his expression unreadable, his cool fingers tilting her chin up towards him, forcing her to look at him through tear-blurred vision. "Open wider, thief," he murmured, his voice like gravel, his other hand already unbuckling his belt with practiced ease.
The thick, veined shaft that slid free was intimidating, already half-hard and glistening with pre-cum at the tip. He didn't ask, didn't warn. He simply guided the broad head towards the obscene ring gag stretching her mouth obscenely wide. Selina gagged instinctively, a wet, panicked sound bubbling up as the spongy crown pressed hard against her lips, then forced its way past the silicone ring. "Nnngh!" The protest was choked, muffled against the invading flesh filling her mouth, thick and unyielding. Saliva flooded instantly, slicking his cock as he pushed deeper.
He didn't ram. He thrust. Gently, almost mockingly slowly at first, the bulbous head sliding over her pinned tongue, pressing down, forcing her throat to open. Inch by brutal inch, he fed himself into her, the stretch agonizing in her exhausted jaw. She felt the thick column push past her uvula, the distinct bulge travelling visibly down her slender throat. "Fuck, look at that," Jason breathed, his gaze fixed on the distension moving beneath her skin with each slow, deliberate thrust. Chalcedony let out a low, appreciative whistle. "Swallowing him whole, greedy bitch."
Each inward push triggered her gag reflex, making her convulse around him, throat muscles fluttering uselessly against the invader. Tears streamed freely, mixing with the drool coating her chin and neck. Alabaster maintained the steady, shallow rhythm, pistoning his cock into her constricting throat, his hips rocking with a quiet intensity. The bulge in her neck pulsed obscenely with every thrust. The air was thick with the wet sounds of her struggling swallows and his cock sliding through her tight passage.
"Alright, Kitten," Jason rasped, his hand resting possessively on the vibrator buried deep in her urethra. "Playtime's over. Flip her." His command was casual, brutal. Alabaster withdrew his slick cock from her throat with a wet pop, leaving her gasping and coughing around the gaping ring gag, throat raw and burning. Jason released her ankle restraints with quick clicks. Before Selina could even register the sudden freedom, his strong hands were on her hips, hauling her limp, slick body upwards. He manhandled her easily, turning her over onto her hands and knees on the sticky leather couch, her face pressed into the damp surface where her own slick had pooled.
He quickly re-secured her ankles, spreading her legs wide, then pulled her wrists back, securing them to the couch frame, forcing her arched back, ass high in the air. Her huge, throbbing clit hung heavy and exposed between her splayed thighs, the black vibrator buzzing relentlessly at its root. Her pinned-open cunt glistened, slick and inviting, and her anus, still tight from earlier tension but visibly flushed and puffy from the repeated spankings, was presented like a second, needy mouth. Chalcedony stepped closer, running a sharp fingernail lightly up Selina's inner thigh, making her flinch. "Such a pretty fucking presentation," she purred, her gaze sweeping over Selina's helplessly offered holes. "Now, the question is, little thief… which greedy hole gets my knot first? Your dripping, stretched-out cunt? Or this tight, spanked-shut little asshole?" She tapped the puffy ring of Selina's anus with a fingertip, making the muscles clench instinctively.
Jason chuckled, a low, dark sound. He moved behind Selina, his rough hands grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them wide apart, forcing her anus into a tight, puckered bloom. "Show Chalcedony what she's working with," he commanded, holding her cheeks apart ruthlessly. The cool air hit the intensely sensitive ring, making it twitch. Chalcedony leaned in, peering closely. "Ohhh, Jason, look at this," she breathed, her voice thick with arousal. "It's fucking perfect. All swollen and puffy from that spanking, bright pink. Looks like a little punched-out rosebud, doesn't it? Tight as hell, too. Bet it’ll fucking scream when it stretches."
Her gaze drifted lower, to the massive clit hanging heavy beneath Selina’s cunt. "And goddamn, that clit!" Chalcedony’s voice hitched. "Look at it, Jason. Thicker than your fucking thumb now, I swear. A proper little purple cock just hanging there, veins bulging, that black vibe buzzing right up your peehole under it. Selina take Bet she can feel that deep inside her slutty little belly. Can’t you, Selina? Feel Daddy’s vibe making your greedy clit-dick throb?" Her words were like filthy sandpaper on Selina’s nerves. Humiliation warred with the intense buzz vibrating her core and the sudden, traitorous clench of her cunt at Chalcedony’s crude description. Warmth gushed anew from her exposed opening, slicking her inner thighs. Chalcedony laughed, a harsh, delighted sound. "Dripping already, just from me talking about your fat fucking clit? You really are a desperate little bitch, aren’t you? Think I’ll take this tight, pretty asshole first. Make it match your greedy cunt." She reached for the thick, knotted dildo on the bench.