Chapter 20: First DP
The chrome monstrosity, lodged deep in Sera’s violated ass, pulsed with a cold, inhuman pressure. Agony radiated from her core, a constant, brutal throb echoing the beat of her upside-down heart pounding in her skull. Every ragged breath she sucked around the thick ball gag tasted of rubber and despair. The mirrored walls showed her suspended disgrace a hundred times over: the obscene steel plug emerging from her ravaged rear, her flushed, tear-streaked face contorted, her cunt plugged and heavy between trembling thighs. Time melted in the sterile chill, measured only by the low hum of unseen machinery and the excruciating stretch tearing at her insides.
Then, the heavy chamber door hissed open. Boots clicked on the polished floor. Two sets.
Dominick.
Her Master’s presence hit her like a physical wave, a complex surge of terror and desperate relief cutting through the fog of pain. He stopped beside Thane, his tall frame imposing even beside the larger sexologist. His eyes, cold and sharp as shards of ice, swept over her suspended form, lingering on the chrome plug stretching her asshole obscenely wide. A flicker of something unreadable – approval? Possessiveness? – crossed his impassive face. Thane stood like a monolith, arms crossed, observing Dominick observe his work.
"Subject has maintained Dilator Zeta for fifty-seven minutes," Thane announced, his deep voice devoid of inflection. "Sphincter elasticity shows significant improvement. Pain response remains acute but manageable. She is prepped."
Dominick stepped closer. His bare fingers, cool and sure, replaced Thane’s gloved hand hovering near her hip. The intimate contact, even in this nightmare, sent a treacherous jolt through Sera. His touch was ownership. His gaze met her upside-down one in the mirror. "You look beautifully ruined, Pet," he murmured, the low timbre resonating deep in her belly, conflicting violently with the agony radiating from her ass. He traced the edge of the plug’s massive base where it disappeared into her inflamed, stretched rim. His touch was clinical yet possessive, stoking the raw nerves. "Thane tells me you screamed beautifully for the steel. Did it teach you your place? Did it hollow you out for what comes next?"
A fresh tear escaped, tracing a hot path towards her hairline. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t nod. All she could manage was a choked whimper behind the gag, her eyes pleading in the reflection. Master. It hurts. Please.
He seemed to read it. A corner of his mouth lifted, not quite a smile. "Good girl. Holding your stretch. Now," he turned his head slightly towards Thane, his hand remaining possessively on her hip, fingers digging in slightly. "Remove it. She’s ready for her reward."
Thane moved with silent efficiency. His gloved fingers gripped the thick flange of the colossal plug. "Extraction," he stated. With a firm, steady pull, the immense steel shaft slid free of her gaping hole. The sensation was a bizarre mix of searing relief and terrifying emptiness. Her asshole fluttered wildly, a raw, dark starfish exposed to the cold air and the predatory gazes of the two men. Lube and her own involuntary slickness dripped from the gaping entrance. She felt horrifyingly open, vulnerable in a way the plug’s violation hadn't achieved. Dominick’s hand tightened on her hip, steadying her involuntary tremors.
Thane stepped back to the chrome tray. Sera’s inverted view caught the movement as he stripped off the latex gloves with a snap. The sound was stark in the quiet room. Then, the unmistakable rasp of a zipper lowering. Her breath hitched. Dominick, still holding her hip, leaned closer, his other hand moving to the plug still buried deep in her cunt. He gripped its base firmly. "You took the steel like a good little anal whore, Sera," he breathed against her ear, his voice a dark caress. "Now, you’ll take the flesh you were truly stretched for. Thane’s cock is going to fill that greedy, ruined hole. And I," he twisted the vaginal plug sharply, sending a fresh jolt of oversensitive pleasure-pain through her core, "am going to reclaim what’s mine."
He pulled her cunt plug free with a wet squelch. The sudden, aching emptiness there was quickly overshadowed as Dominick’s own zipper rasped down. Thane moved back into her sightline, his massive erection already slicked with clear lube, glistening obscenely under the harsh lights. It matched the brutal thickness of the last plug – a veined, living column of flesh that promised agony. Dominick positioned himself between her splayed thighs, his rigid cock, thick and demanding, pressing against her dripping entrance.
"Breathe, Pet," Dominick murmured, his voice a low command that vibrated through her suspended body. His eyes, locked on hers in the mirror, were dark pools of absolute control, reflecting her inverted terror. "Deep breath. And open."
Thane’s gloved hands gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them wider, exposing her fluttering, gaping anus. The cold, lubricated head of his enormous cock pressed firmly against her ruined entrance. Sera whimpered, a high-pitched, desperate sound muffled by the gag. The pressure increased – immense, unyielding.
Simultaneously, Dominick thrust upwards, burying his thick cock to the hilt in her cunt with one powerful stroke. She screamed, the sound choked and distorted, her body arching against the restraints as her inner walls were violently stretched and filled by the familiar, yet overwhelmingly intense, invasion. The sudden fullness was shocking, a deep, possessive claiming that momentarily eclipsed the terror at her other entrance.
But only momentarily.
As Dominick withdrew slightly, then slammed home again, setting a hard, possessive rhythm deep in her cunt, Thane pushed.
It was pure devastation.
The thick, blunt head of Thane’s cock breached her ravaged anal ring. It felt like being split apart. The raw, torn muscles screamed in protest, the stretch beyond anything the plugs had achieved. The cold lube did nothing to ease the burning, ripping sensation as his monstrous girth forced its way into her. She shrieked, a raw, animal sound tearing from her throat around the gag, her vision blurring. Dominick’s cock pistoned into her cunt, a brutal counterpoint, each deep thrust forcing her body down onto Thane’s invading length.
"Fuck! Oh god! NO! TOO MUCH!" Her gagged pleas were useless, swallowed by rubber. Tears flooded her vision, dripping upwards. Thane pushed relentlessly, his hips driving forward with clinical force, his cock stretching her obliterated hole wider, deeper. She felt every inch, every ridge, every vein as it scraped along her shredded inner walls. It was violation on a cellular level, a brutal reaming that reached places she didn’t know could feel pain.
"Take it, whore," Thane growled, his deep voice thick with exertion. He gripped her hips hard, pulling her down onto him as he thrust upwards, seating another brutal inch. "Your ass was made for this. For deep fucking." He gave a savage twist of his hips, grinding his cockhead against her tortured insides.
Dominick’s rhythm never faltered. His cock hammered into her cunt, the slap of flesh on flesh echoing Thane’s deeper, more resonant thrusts. He leaned over her suspended body, his breath hot on her neck, his voice a dark murmur in her ear, cutting through her screams. "That’s it, Pet. Feel him? Filling that stretched-out shithole? Taking what we trained it to take." He pistoned harder, his own cock hitting her deepest spot with punishing accuracy, sending conflicting waves of agonizing pleasure through her core. "You’re being split open. Fucked like the greedy little anal slut you are. Own it. Scream for it."
Thane bottomed out inside her ass, his heavy balls slapping against her taint, his immense cock buried to the root. The feeling of utter fullness, of being impaled simultaneously front and back, was suffocating, terrifying. The pressure was immense, crushing her organs, forcing the air from her lungs in ragged gasps. Her screams subsided into choked, wet sobs. She hung suspended, a plaything speared on two relentless cocks.
Then, they moved in unison.
Thane pulled back, the thick shaft dragging agonizingly against her raw insides, then slammed home. Dominick withdrew almost completely, then drove back in with brutal force. They set a punishing counter-rhythm: Thane thrusting deep into her ass, stretching her to obscene limits, while Dominick pounded her cunt, claiming her core with ruthless possession. The sounds were obscene – the wet slap of flesh, the guttural grunts of the men, the high-pitched whimpers and choked cries forced from Sera’s gagged mouth, the rhythmic creak of the suspension rig.
Her body convulsed, trapped between their relentless drives. Pain and unwanted, traitorous pleasure bled together, a sickening cocktail fed by the brutal stimulation and Dominick’s dark praise. "Look at you," he snarled, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, driving her down onto Thane’s cock with each plunge. "Look in the fucking mirror, Sera! See that ass stretched around Thane’s cock? See how your cunt grips me? You were made for this. To be used. Filled. Owned." His hand snaked around, fingers finding her oversensitized clit, rubbing hard, relentless circles. The added stimulation was torture, pushing her towards a precipice she didn't want to approach, amplifying the agonizing fullness.
Thane’s thrusts grew more forceful, more demanding. "Tighten, subject," he commanded, his voice strained. "Sphincter control. Milk the cock." He punctuated the order with a particularly brutal upward drive, his pubic bone grinding against her ravaged asshole. "Yield completely."
Sera’s world dissolved into a vortex of sensation: the searing stretch of her ass, the deep pounding of her cunt, the brutal friction on her clit, the suffocating pressure, the taste of rubber, the cold air on her sweat-slicked skin, the relentless, overlapping slaps of flesh, and Dominick’s dark voice whispering filth in her ear, praising her degradation. She was nothing but a series of screaming nerve endings, stretched beyond endurance, pinned and fucked raw. The mirrored walls reflected the brutal tableau endlessly: her broken form suspended, Dominick’s powerful body driving into her front, Thane’s massive frame pistoning into her rear, a grotesque machine of pleasure and pain. Dominick’s fingers dug into her clit, his hips snapping against her ass with jackhammer force. "Come on, Pet," he gritted out, his voice thick with his own building climax. "Scream when you come. Scream while he wrecks your ass." Thane grunted, a deep, animal sound, his thrusts turning shorter, harder, grinding deep. "Submit. Yield. Take it all." The pressure, the pain, the relentless stimulation coalesced into an unbearable peak. A strangled shriek tore from Sera’s throat as her body betrayed her, convulsing violently around the two cocks violating her, waves of agonizing, unwanted pleasure crashing through her as Dominick’s roar echoed Thane’s guttural groan, their bodies locking against hers in the final, brutal thrusts of ownership.
Her scream died in a wet, shuddering gasp. Thane’s thick cock pulsed violently inside her ass, flooding her bowels with scalding jets of cum. Simultaneously, Dominick’s cock throbbed deep within her cunt, pumping her full. The heat was obscene, an internal branding. She felt both holes stretched impossibly wide, forcibly milked as they emptied themselves into her core. Her vision swam, consciousness threatening to fracture under the overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed, utterly used.
The sticky warmth spreading inside her triggered involuntary aftershocks. Her cunt clenched weakly around Dominick’s softening shaft. Her asshole fluttered around Thane’s girth. It wasn't pleasure, not really; it was the raw, electrical spasm of a body pushed far beyond its limits, reacting on pure, degraded instinct. Sweat stung her eyes, mingling with tears. Her muscles trembled violently against the unforgiving restraints of the suspension rig. The mirrored walls reflected a grotesque tableau: her suspended form glistening, trembling, penetrated and oozing, flanked by the two imposing figures catching their breath.
"Fuck," Dominick grunted, his voice rough with exertion. He withdrew his cock from her slick cunt with a wet, sucking sound, a thick strand of pearly cum connecting him to her gaping entrance for a second before snapping. "Took every fucking drop, Pet. Good little fuckhole." He slapped her inner thigh, the sharp sting cutting through her haze. Thane, breathing heavily, pulled his immense cock out of her ass with slow deliberation. The sensation was a brutal drag, scraping her raw, stretched ring. A flood of warm cum and lube gushed out behind it, dripping down her inner thighs in thick rivulets. The sudden, aching emptiness was almost as shocking as the initial penetration.
Sera sagged, boneless, in the harness. The high from the forced, agonizing climax was already crashing down, leaving a hollowed-out exhaustion and the deep, pervasive throb of violated flesh. She needed a moment. Just a fucking moment to breathe, to process the wreckage. Her ass burned like fire. Her cunt felt bruised and swollen. She whimpered around the gag, a plea for respite.
It was ignored.
Dominick's hand gripped her chin, forcing her upside-down gaze to meet his in the mirror. His eyes, still dark with lust, held no trace of mercy. "Look at that mess," he commanded, his thumb roughly tracing the rim of her gaping, dripping asshole displayed obscenely above her. "Fucking masterpiece, Thane. She’s ripe." He released her chin, moving behind her. Thane, wiping his cock with a sterile wipe, stepped forward, positioning himself between her splayed legs where Dominick had been moments before. His expression was clinical, assessing her cunt, slick and puffy, filled with Dominick’s seed.
"Subject exhibits significant dilation post-coital," Thane stated matter-of-factly, his fingers spreading her swollen labia. "Prime receptivity. Minimal refractory period evident." He looked past her dangling head to Dominick. "Proceed with the exchange?"
Dominick’s answer was the rasp of his zipper again. "Fuck yes." He stepped up behind Thane, grabbing a fresh bottle of lube from the nearby tray. Sera’s eyes widened in dawning horror behind her tears. No. Not again. Not yet. She tried to shake her head, tried to form a word around the rubber ball, but only a desperate, muffled groan escaped. They weren't done. They were switching.
Thane slicked his already glistening cock again with practiced efficiency, the thick shaft re-hardening visibly under his touch. Dominick, behind her, poured cold lube directly onto her tender, abused asshole. She flinched violently at the shock, a ragged cry muffled by the gag. His fingers, thick and demanding, circled the swollen rim, smearing the lube, pushing a finger knuckle-deep into the sticky, cum-filled channel. "Still nice and loose, slut," he growled, twisting his finger. "Perfect for my cock now. Ready to take it deep where Thane just was."
Before she could even process the violation of his finger, Thane positioned his broad crown at her cunt’s dripping entrance. Dominick’s lubed cockhead pressed firmly against her stretched, sensitive asshole. She was still dripping cum from both holes. Her body screamed in protest, muscles trembling with fatigue and trauma. Thane’s deep voice cut through her panic. "Deep breath, subject. Receive." It wasn't a suggestion.
Dominick’s hand gripped her hip, fingers digging into the bruised flesh. "Open up that used ass for me, whore."
Thane thrust forward, driving his thick cock back into the slick, semen-filled channel of her cunt. The intrusion was brutal, shoving Dominick’s cum deeper, stretching her swollen tissues anew. She screamed into the gag, her back arching. Simultaneously, Dominick pushed. His thick cockhead breached her ravaged asshole, forcing its way past the tender ring still throbbing from Thane’s recent invasion. The burn was immediate, white-hot, tearing through the lingering numbness. She was being speared again, front and back, filled with hard, relentless flesh before the echoes of their first violation had even faded. Her agonized shriek dissolved into choked, hysterical sobs as they began to move.
Her agonized shriek dissolved into choked, hysterical sobs as they began to move. Dominick’s thick cock rammed into her asshole, a brutal invasion reopening the raw, freshly gaping channel Thane had just vacated minutes before. The burn was immediate, searing, scraping sensitive, torn flesh already awash with his own cooling cum and fresh lube. Thane, lodged deep in her cunt slick with Dominick’s earlier release, pulled back almost entirely before slamming home, the thick head pounding her cervix, shoving that internal lake of seed deeper inside her. The dual violation was profound, a relentless reaming that ignored her trembling exhaustion, the raw sting, the desperate plea muffled by the rubber ball stretching her jaws. "Fucking beautiful ruin," Dominick groaned, his hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt in her ass, grinding his pubic bone hard against her swollen, abused rim. "Feel that stretch, whore? Feel me filling the hole Thane opened up for me?" He leaned over her suspended form, teeth grazing her shoulder, his free hand finding her throbbing clit, pinching the oversensitized nub hard.
Sera bucked wildly against the restraints, her scream a strangled gargle. Pain flared white-hot from her clit, radiating out to mix with the deep, grinding ache in her pelvis and the tearing stretch in her ass. Thane’s thrusts were powerful, piston-like, driving his thick cock deep into her cunt with rhythmic, punishing force, the sound wet and obscene. "Sphincter control is degrading," Thane observed clinically, his deep voice tight with effort, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her down onto Dominick’s invading length with each downward plunge. "Subject exhibits involuntary clenching secondary to pain response." Dominick just laughed, a dark, possessive sound. "She’ll unclench," he promised, twisting his fingers on her clit viciously. "Or I’ll make her. Isn't that right, Pet? You’ll take our cocks until we say stop."
His fingers worked her clit with brutal precision, a cruel counterpoint to the overwhelming fullness. The sensation was a trap – the sharp sting blending horrifyingly with jolts of unwanted electricity shooting up her spine. Her body, betrayed by its own wiring, began to respond. A low moan escaped the gag, involuntary, humiliating. Thane grunted, shifting his angle, his next thrust grinding against a spot that sent a shockwave through her core, colliding with Dominick’s relentless assault on her clit and the deep, pervasive stretch of her ass. "There," Thane stated, feeling her internal flutter. "G-spot stimulation confirmed. Escalate." Dominick’s fingers became a blur, rubbing, pinching, circling with ruthless speed. "Come on, filthy girl," he snarled in her ear. "Squirt around his cock. Show us what a desperate little cunt you are."
The command, the relentless pressure, the sheer, terrifying overload shattered her resistance. Her body arched violently, a silent scream tearing through her as the first orgasm ripped through her, brutal and unwanted. Her cunt spasmed, gripping Thane’s invading shaft in frantic pulses, while her asshole fluttered weakly around Dominick’s girth. Tears streamed upwards, hot and fast. It felt less like pleasure, more like a violent seizure wracking her exhausted frame. "First one," Dominick announced, his voice thick with satisfaction. He didn't relent, his fingers still punishing her clit, his cock grinding deep in her ass. "Give us another. Milk his cock, you greedy fuckhole."
Thane’s rhythm intensified, his powerful drives into her cunt becoming sharper, deeper, perfectly timed to exploit her hypersensitive state. Dominick matched him, thrust for thrust, his cock pistoning in her ass, the thick shaft dragging against raw nerves with every withdrawal, scraping her insides raw. The lingering echoes of the first climax became the fuel for the second. The pain was still there, a deep, burning throb, but her body, wired and broken, responded faster this time. The pressure built with terrifying speed, amplified by Dominick’s ruthless fingers and his dark growl in her ear: "That’s it, take it! Feel us wrecking you! Come again, slut!" The second wave hit harder, a convulsive tightening that locked her whole lower body. She choked on the gag, her vision spotting, her cunt clenching in desperate, rhythmic pulses around Thane’s cock. Cum, her own juices mixed with Dominick’s earlier release, gushed out around Thane’s shaft with each contraction. "Significant emission," Thane noted, his thrusts turning harder, his own control fraying.
Dominick felt his own climax building, the tight, fluttering heat of her well-used ass driving him to the edge. He slammed into her harder, burying himself impossibly deep, grinding. "One more!" he roared, his voice ragged. "Give me that last fucking scream! Milk my cock dry!" His fingers became a blur on her clit, pinching, rubbing, demanding. The sensations collided – the brutal stretch, the pounding deep in her cunt, the exquisite agony on her clit – pushing her past any semblance of control. A third, shattering orgasm erupted, tearing a raw, guttural shriek from her throat that finally broke through the gag’s muffling. Her body convulsed like a thing electrocuted, her cunt and ass spasming violently around the two thick cocks impaling her. Her vision whited out, consciousness narrowing to pure, overwhelming sensation and the sound of Dominick’s triumphant roar as he slammed home one last time, his cock pulsing thick jets of hot cum deep into her violated ass. Thane followed instantly, a deep groan escaping him as he emptied himself inside her already flooded cunt, his thrusts turning into short, sharp jerks as he unloaded.
The silence that followed was broken only by harsh breathing and the soft drip of fluids onto the padded floor beneath her. Sera hung limp, utterly spent, trembling uncontrollably. Sweat plastered her hair to her temples, tears still leaked from her swollen eyes. The taste of rubber and salt filled her mouth. Inside, she felt utterly ravaged, stuffed full, a broken vessel leaking warm cum down her trembling inner thighs. The mirrored walls reflected the aftermath: her suspended, glistening body, the men withdrawing slowly, their softening cocks slick and glistening. Dominick pulled out of her ass with a wet, sucking pop, followed by a fresh gush. Thane withdrew from her cunt, releasing another flood of mixed fluids. The emptiness was profound, echoing the hollow exhaustion consuming her. Dominick stepped in front of her upside-down vision, wiping his cock with a sterile wipe. He looked down at her, a chilling mix of possession and appraisal in his icy eyes. "Three," he stated flatly, tapping her flushed cheek. "Good girl." His gaze shifted to her gaping, dripping asshole. "Look at that wrecked hole. Almost ready." He exchanged a look with Thane. The silent understanding between them held no promise of reprieve, only the certainty of further stretching, further lessons in yielding.