Chapter 21: Dual Extraction
Daddy
The sterile chill of the Batcave medical bay clung to Selina’s sweat-slicked skin, a stark counterpoint to the inferno raging inside her. The serum Constantine’s magic had unleashed was a living thing beneath her skin, a voracious hunger gnawing at her core. Her breasts felt impossibly heavy, swollen globes aching with a deep, insistent pressure. The monstrous clit-cock Jason had sculpted throbbed against her lower belly, a thick, dark-purple shaft still slick from its earlier violation, the steel bead piercing a cruel jewel on its hypersensitive tip. Every nerve ending screamed. Every breath hitched. She lay spread-eagled on the cold steel table, padded cuffs securing her wrists and ankles, utterly exposed beneath the harsh blue-white lights.
Jason moved with predatory efficiency, his silhouette sharp against the humming banks of medical equipment. He didn’t speak, his focus absolute. From the humming black case, he retrieved two clear plastic domes attached to coiled tubes leading to a small, whirring pump unit. Lubricant gleamed thickly inside the domes.
"Fat tits look ready to burst," Jason remarked casually, his voice a low rasp that scraped across Selina’s raw nerves. He positioned one cold, lubed dome over her left nipple, pressing the rim firmly against the swollen areola. The sudden suction as he activated the pump made her gasp. Squish-click. The sensation was immediate, intense – a deep, pulling ache centered on her nipple, radiating outwards, making her breast feel impossibly fuller, tighter. Milk, thin and bluish-white at first, began to bead at the tip of her nipple inside the dome. "Fuck!" she whimpered, her back arching involuntarily against the restraints.
Jason secured the first dome, the rhythmic squish-click of the pump already a constant, obscene counterpoint to the hum of the cave. He repeated the process on her right breast. Another gasp, sharper this time. The dual suction pulled relentlessly, drawing the milk down, making her breasts throb in time with the pumps. Thin streams joined the first, swirling inside the domes. The ache was profound, a deep, biological demand being forcibly met. Shame warred with a bizarre, twisted relief. "Daddy... it's... too much..." she breathed, watching her milk collect.
"Not enough," Jason corrected, his gaze flicking down her body. "Not nearly." He reached for another instrument tray. This one held a gleaming, chrome speculum. He warmed it quickly under a sterile light, the metal gleaming. "Gotta keep this greedy cunt open," he muttered, almost to himself. "See what we're working with."
Selina braced herself, knowing what was coming. Jason positioned himself between her splayed thighs. With clinical precision, he pressed the closed blades of the warm speculum against her slick, swollen entrance. Her cunt, still burning from the massive serum injection, pulsed in protest. He pushed. The blades parted her labia, stretching the tender flesh, sliding deeper. Selina hissed, biting her lip. He cranked the mechanism slowly, deliberately. The blades spread wider, wider, forcing her open, exposing the glistening, pink-red interior of her passage, still slick with serum and Jason’s earlier release. The cold air hitting her exposed cervix made her flinch. She felt obscenely open, vulnerable, the speculum holding her gaping wide like some medical exhibit.
Jason adjusted the lock, fixing the speculum in place. His thumb found the base of her monstrous clit-cock. He squeezed. Hard. A bolt of electric agony-pleasure shot through her, making her cry out, her milk-laden breasts jiggling violently within their plastic prisons. "Look at this fucking thing," Jason growled, his voice thick with dark fascination. He traced a calloused finger along the thick vein running the length of her shaft, stopping just below the straining steel bead. "Constantine’s little gift. A magic fuckstick begging for torture." He pinched the head, twisting the bead slightly. Selina screamed, her hips bucking uselessly against the restraints, fresh tears springing to her eyes. Milk flowed faster inside the domes. "Gonna drain those fat tits dry," Jason promised, his eyes locked on her tortured clit-cock, "while I make this magic cock scream."
He moved away from the table momentarily. Selina heard the distinct sound of heavy plastic being lifted, then a soft hiss. A large, opaque, hemispherical dome descended from the ceiling apparatus, lowering silently over the examination table. It sealed with a soft thunk, cutting Selina off from the rest of the cave. The Bubble. Soundproofed, one-way mirrored plastic. She could see only her own reflection distorted on the curved surface – her flushed face, her tear-streaked cheeks, her monstrously swollen breasts trapped in the milking pumps, her cunt held obscenely open by the speculum, her thick clit-cock twitching against her belly. Trapped. Blind. Exposed only to herself and whatever Jason chose to show her.
Inside the sterile silence of the Bubble, the sounds amplified: the rhythmic squish-click of the breast pumps, the frantic hammering of her own heart, the wet, ragged sound of her breathing. The serum’s hunger gnawed deeper, a hollow, aching void inside her that the milking couldn't touch. She needed… she needed filling. Stretching. Obliteration. "Daddy..." she whimpered into the muffled space, her voice sounding small and desperate. "Please... need... stuffed..."
Outside the Bubble, Jason nodded to Dick Grayson, who stood near the instrument tray, his expression a complex mix of concern, fascination, and tightly leashed arousal. In Dick’s hands was the toy. It wasn't just large; it was monstrous. A Bad Dragon creation, thick as Jason’s forearm at its widest point, sculpted to resemble some alien beast with pronounced ridges and a flared, bulbous head. Its silicone surface shimmered with a thick coat of clear, viscous lubricant Dick was meticulously applying.
"Ready?" Jason asked, his voice muffled but audible through the Bubble’s comm system.
Dick swallowed, his gaze fixed on the obscene tableau inside the dome – Selina’s exposed, milk-leaking form, her gaping cunt, the throbbing purple cock. "Jesus, Jason. Is she... can she even take this?"
Jason’s smile was feral. "The serum’s made her hungry. Ravenous. And Constantine’s magic? It’s screaming for stretch. She’ll take it. She’ll fucking beg for it." He tapped the comm. "Hear that, kitten? Dickie’s got your treat. Bigger than anything that’s ever split you open. Gonna make that greedy cunt purr."
Inside the Bubble, Selina’s breath hitched. Dick. He was here. Watching? Helping? The humiliation burned hotter, mingling with the serum’s desperate ache. The description of the toy – bigger than anything – sent a fresh wave of terrified arousal crashing through her. Her cunt clenched involuntarily around the cold metal speculum blades, a futile attempt at friction. Her clit-cock pulsed, leaking a thick strand of precum onto her stomach. "Yes..." she moaned, the word torn from her. "Please... Dick... Jason... stuff me... stuff my hungry cunt... make it fit..."
Jason nodded to Dick. "Do it. Slow. Make her feel every fucking inch."
The Bubble’s hatch hissed open just enough. Dick stepped inside, the massive, glistening toy held before him like an offering. The sheer size of it, glistening under the dome lights, made Selina whimper. It looked impossible. Dick positioned himself between her thighs, his gaze avoiding her eyes, fixed instead on her speculum-held opening. The flared head of the toy, slick and ridged, pressed against her stretched entrance. It felt obscenely large, cold despite the lube.
"Deep breath, Selina," Dick murmured, his voice tight.
She tried. Failed. He pushed.
The stretch was immediate, agonizing, overwhelming. The bulbous head forced her already spread lips wider, wider still, pressing against her inner walls with crushing pressure. Selina screamed, a raw, ragged sound that echoed inside the Bubble. Her body convulsed, fighting the invasion instinctively, but the restraints held her fast. The speculum groaned under the strain. Dick pushed steadily, relentlessly. The thick shaft began to sink into her, inch by torturous inch. Ridges dragged against her sensitized flesh, each one sending jolts of intense sensation – pain bordering on pleasure, pleasure tipping into agony.
"FUCK! TOO BIG! TOO FUCKING BIG!" Selina shrieked, tears streaming freely. Her breasts heaved in the pumps, milk flowing steadily. Her clit-cock throbbed violently, untouched.
"Take it," Jason’s voice commanded through the comm, cold and hard. "You begged for stuffing. Take your fucking treat."
Dick pushed deeper. The widest part of the toy, thick as a soda can, pressed against her entrance. Selina felt her muscles straining, tearing, the serum burning as it rushed to repair, to accommodate. The pain was blinding, white-hot. But beneath it, beneath the tearing and the crushing pressure, the serum and the magic ignited something else. A deep, resonant thrum of fullness. Of satiation. A guttural sound escaped her lips, not a scream, but a low, shuddering moan. "Ohhhh god..."
"That's it," Dick breathed, sweat beading on his forehead as he fed another inch of the monstrous toy into her. "Feel it."
She did. The impossible stretch was morphing. The pain was still there, sharp and tearing, but it was being subsumed by an overwhelming, intoxicating sense of being filled. Utterly, completely stuffed. The ridges scraped her G-spot mercilessly, sending electric shocks up her spine. Her cunt walls fluttered wildly around the invading silicone, trying to grip, to milk it. The serum sang in her veins, welcoming the stretch, demanding more. Her earlier screams dissolved into choked, breathless gasps. "Yessss... fuck... yes... more... deeper..."
Dick pushed the final inches. The base of the toy, thick and flared, settled snugly against her labia, held open by the speculum. Selina was impaled. Stuffed beyond comprehension. The toy bulged her lower belly visibly. She could feel every ridge, every contour inside her, stretching her to her absolute limit. A deep, involuntary purr vibrated in her chest, a sound of primal satisfaction. Her eyes rolled back slightly.
"Look at that," Jason’s voice was thick with dark approval. "Told you she'd purr. Now..." He activated a control outside the Bubble. The breast pumps intensified their rhythm. Squish-CLICK. Squish-CLICK. Milk flowed in thicker streams. Simultaneously, Jason manipulated another control. The toy inside her began to vibrate. Not a gentle hum, but a deep, powerful thrumming that resonated through her entire pelvis, shaking her bones, rattling the speculum.
Selina’s purr turned into a ragged scream of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. The vibration hammered her overstuffed cunt, amplifying every ridge, every stretched nerve ending. It shook her clit-cock, making it jerk and spurt precum wildly. The dual suction on her nipples sent waves of intense, draining pleasure-pain radiating through her swollen breasts. The serum, the magic, the overwhelming sensations fused into a supernova of need.
"Gonna cum!" she shrieked, her body convulsing like a live wire. "Gonna squirt! Daddy! Dick! Please! Make me squirt! Stuff me harder! Abuse my stuffed cunt! PLEASE!"
Dick, mesmerized and overwhelmed, gripped the base of the toy still protruding from her. He pulled it back slightly, then slammed it home with brutal force, grinding the vibrating ridges against her The dam broke. Selina’s back arched impossibly high off the table. A guttural roar tore from her throat, raw and primal. Her cunt clenched in a series of violent, uncontrollable spasms around the massive toy. Not just a trickle, but a torrent of clear fluid erupted from her, spraying out around the toy, soaking the speculum, Dick’s hands, her thighs, the table beneath. She squirted violently, helplessly, her body wracked by convulsions, her milk spraying inside the domes, her clit-cock spurting thick ropes of cum onto her heaving stomach. The vibrations, the milking, the brutal fullness, the squirting – it fused into one endless, shattering climax that kept rolling. She rolled relentless squish-CLICK of the pumps, the deep thrum of the toy, and the slurp of the speculum being pulled out. And Dick spanking her clit cock with his hand to keep her from cumming again.
Dick's palm cracked down hard on Selina's engorged clit-cock, the sharp sting cutting through her post-squirt haze. "No you don't, greedy girl," he growled, watching the thick purple shaft jump and twitch under his hand. "Daddy's not done with you yet." Precum beaded angrily at her pierced tip as she whined, her hips lifting uselessly off the table. "Fuck! Dick, please... just let me... one more..."
Jason's chuckle echoed through the Bubble's speakers like gravel in a tin can. "Eyes on the prize, Dickie. Setup two." Metal arms descended from the ceiling, terminating in twin articulated paddles faced with black silicone. They positioned themselves inches from Selina's spread ass, humming with latent energy. "See that, kitten?" Jason's voice dropped to a predatory purr. "Laser-guided flick-spankers. They wait for your hungry little asshole to wink... then they strike."
Selina's breath hitched, her cunt spasming around the monstrous toy still vibrating inside her. The milking pumps maintained their relentless rhythm, squish-CLICK, squish-CLICK, drawing thin streams from her swollen nipples. She felt the telltale clench low in her belly – her anus puckering involuntarily around nothing. A crimson laser dot painted her tight rosette.
THWACK-THWACK!
The paddles snapped forward in perfect sync, striking her hole with stinging precision. "AH! FUCK YES!" Selina arched violently, her scream dissolving into a guttural moan. The sharp, bright pain melted instantly into liquid heat that radiated up her spine. Her cunt gushed fresh fluid around the toy. "Ohgodohgod... feels... feels so dirty... spank my asshole harder, Daddy!"
"Atta girl," Jason rasped. The spankers retracted, recalibrating. "Now tell the camera what you want done to that stuffed cunt. Be specific." A small lens whirred to life beside the milking apparatus, its red light blinking.
Selina panted, her green eyes glazed but focused on the lens. "He's... he's gonna wreck my cunt," she slurred, voice thick with need. "Daddy loves stretching my slutty hole... loves making it ache." Her hips rolled obscenely, grinding down on the vibrating toy. "See how fat he stuffed me? See that bulge?" She ran a trembling hand over her lower belly. "Wants it... looser. Wants his fist in me while that monster's still... still plugging me..."
Jason didn't hesitate. He strode into the Bubble, gloved hand slicked thick with lube that gleamed under the harsh lights. He shoved the speculum wider with a grunt, metal scraping. His gaze locked on her impossibly stretched entrance, the silicone toy buried deep. "You sure, kitten?" he growled, knuckles pressing against her swollen outer lips. "You want Daddy to fist-fuck this ruined cunt?"
"Yes! YES!" Selina shrieked, her asshole clenching again. THWACK-THWACK! The spankers punished the wink instantly. She sobbed through the pleasure-pain, milky spray hitting the inside of the plastic domes. "Fuck me raw! Stretch me open! Make me take it all!" Her clit-cock throbbed, dark and leaking. "Show the camera... show them how wrecked... how owned... your cunt is!"
Jason's thumb breached her first, pressing hard alongside the massive toy. The stretch was immediate, brutal. Selina's scream tore through the Bubble. He worked his thumb deeper, knuckle by knuckle, twisting. Her cunt yielded obscenely, stretched tissue straining white around the intrusion. "Tight little slut," he breathed, awed. "Taking my thumb around this fucking dragon." He crooked his finger, dragging against her inner walls. "Gonna make you gape."
He added his index finger, scissoring slowly. Selina babbled, hips lifting to meet the invasion. "Feels... feels like tearing... like burning..." she moaned for the camera, tears mixing with sweat on her cheeks. "So full... Daddy's stuffing me... stuffing his greedy kitten..." THWACK-THWACK! Her asshole winked, earning another sharp spank. She cried out, her cunt gushing slick around Jason's fingers. "More! More fingers!"
Jason growled, forcing his middle finger in alongside the others. Three thick digits now stretched her alongside the toy, burying knuckles deep. Selina's body shook, her purr returning as a broken, wet rumble. He worked his hand slowly, torturously, twisting and spreading. The sound was obscene – wet suction, straining flesh, the drone of the vibrator. "Look at that," Jason commanded the camera, voice rough. "See how her cunt swallows it? Made for this. Born to be fucked."
"Born... to be... ruined," Selina gasped, her eyes rolling back. "Wreck it... wreck Daddy's little cunt-sleeve..." Jason added his pinky. Four fingers now pistoned alongside the toy, stretching her entrance into a taut, glistening ring. Her belly distended further. The milking pumps surged, squish-CLICK-CLICK-CLICK, pulling hard. THWACK-THWACK-THWACK! Her asshole clenched repeatedly, drawing rapid-fire spanks.
"Now," Jason breathed, curling his fingers into a tight fist inside her. "Take it all." He shoved.
Selina's world exploded into white-hot, shattering fullness. Her scream died to a choked wheeze as his entire fist sank into her impossibly stretched cunt alongside the toy, knuckles grinding deep. Her body convulsed, milking jets spraying, asshole spasming under the spankers' relentless rhythm. "FULL!" she shrieked, voice raw. "SO FULL! WRECKED! DADDY'S WRECKED SLUT!" The vibrator thrummed against Jason's fist buried inside her. Her clit-cock pulsed violently, untouched. Jason held her there, fist-deep, feeling her cunt flutter and clamp around the brutal intrusion, watching her milk flow, listening to her broken, ecstatic sobs. The camera's red light blinked steadily.