Chapter 5: Chapter 5
Do you really want that Doll?
Mathilda looked at Kira, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and arousal. She knew the risks, knew the potential permanent damage, but she also knew that she trusted Kira. She wanted to please her, to be her good little doll, and that meant taking whatever she gave her. Even if it meant risking permanent damage.
"Yes, Kira," she whispered, her voice steady despite the pounding of her heart. "I want it. I want to be your ruined little doll.
"Say what permanent damage youll definitly get!" Kira demanded, her eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. Mathilda took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. "My pussy will be so stretched that any penis or dildo smaller than this one will feel like nothing, I wont feel pleasure anymore. My asshole will be permanently dilated, and I wont be able to hold in shit. My clit will be so sensitive that even the slightest touch will be excruciating. My nipples will be constantly engorged and painful. But I trust you, Kira.
Oh Theres nothing to Trust, Mathilda, No going Back for the Rest of your Life from These Things, I can make them gone!
Youll just be my Ruined Little Doll for the Rest of your Life, and Youll Love it!
Kira said, her voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and sadism, as she grabbed the massive dildo and coated it with lube once again, Mathilda's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with a mix of fear and arousal. And yet, despite the lingering fear, Mathilda found herself oddly excited by the idea of being Kira's 'ruined little doll' for the rest of her life.
She knew Mathilda was serious, knew that she was ready to take the next step, to give up full control for the rest of her life.
She grabbed the Tip of the dildo and slowly pushed it back inside Mathilda's pussy, the friction causing Mathilda to gasp and moan in pain and pleasure. Kira smirked, enjoying the sight of her friend's body stretched around the massive toy.
"Remember, doll, we're making this permanent," she reminded Mathilda, her voice low and sultry. "Your pussy will never be the same again. No more pleasure, just pain and the constant reminder of who you belong to."
Mathilda whimpered, her body tensing as the dildo went deeper. "I...I know, Kira.
I...I want that. I want to belong to you, completely," Mathilda gasped, her body adjusting to the massive intrusion. Kira's smirk faded, replaced by a look of intense focus as she continued to push the dildo deeper. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're taking it so well, doll. I'm so proud of you." Mathilda felt a surge of warmth at Kira's praise, her body relaxing slightly as she took the dildo deeper.
She could feel every inch of it, stretching her, filling her, making her feel complete in a way she never had before. She moaned, her body writhing as Kira began to move the dildo in and out, fucking her slowly, steadily.
She pushed it fully in and Said:"Niw my Doll, i'll leave you bound Like this with the dildo in you for the next two hours, while I Go away, so the dildo can do Its Magic and give you the permanent damage, then i'll Come Back and punish you even Harder!" She left Mathilda there, bound and helpless, the massive dildo filling her completely. Mathilda could feel every inch of it, stretching her, filling her, making her feel utterly owned. She whimpered, her body writhing as she adjusted to the intense sensation.
Time seemed to crawl as Mathilda lay there, bound and alone. She could feel every second ticking by, every minute bringing her closer to the permanent changes Kira had promised. Her mind raced, a whirlwind of fear, excitement, and a strange sense of acceptance. She knew there was no going back, no changing her mind.
Kira had made that clear. She was going to be Kira's ruined little doll, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. But as she lay there, the dildo stretching her, filling her, she found that she didn't want to stop it. She wanted this, wanted to belong to Kira completely, even if it meant giving up control, even if it meant taking permanent damage.
The first hour passed in a blur of sensation. Mathilda's body adjusted to the massive intrusion, the initial pain slowly ebbing away, leaving behind a dull throb that pulsed in time with her heartbeat.
She could feel every ridge, every vein of the dildo, as if her body was mapping out its every detail. She was acutely aware of her own wetness, her pussy clenching around the toy, her body betraying her with its own desires.
The rope binding her wrists and ankles began to chafe, the friction a constant reminder of her helplessness. She tested her bonds, tugging at them, but they held firm. She was at Kira's mercy, completely and utterly. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her.
Then later Kira came Back and Said: "Hello, my ruined little doll. How was your time alone?" Mathilda whimpered, her body still adjusting to the massive intrusion. "It was...intense, Kira. I could feel every inch of it, stretching me, filling me." Kira smirked, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good. That's exactly what I wanted." She walked over to Mathilda, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She reached out, running a finger along Mathilda's cheek, her jaw, her neck, before finally tracing the line of her collarbone.
Mathilda shivered at the touch, her body responding to Kira's gentle caress despite the intense sensation of the dildo still filling her.
"I'm proud of you, doll," Kira murmured, her voice soft. "You took it so well. Better than I expected, to be honest." She leaned in, her lips brushing against Mathilda's ear. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you. Oh no, my ruined little doll. I have so much more planned for you."
Mathilda's breath hitched, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her.
First im going to Take this Thing Out, and Look how crazily stretched your holes will stay!
Kira said, her voice filled with sadistic glee, as she grabbed the base of the massive dildo and slowly pulled it out of Mathilda's pussy. Mathilda gasped, her body tensing as the toy slid out, her pussy stretching and clenching around it. She could feel every inch of it, every ridge, every vein, as it exited her body, leaving her feeling empty and exposed.
Kira held up the dildo, coated in Mathilda's juices, and examined it with a satisfied smirk. "Look at that, doll. You're absolutely drenched.
Your pussy is so stretched, it's gaping open, begging to be filled again." She tossed the dildo onto the bed and grabbed a handheld mirror from her nightstand. "I want you to see what I see, Mathilda." She held the mirror up to Mathilda's pussy, angling it so she could see the reflection clearly.
Mathilda's eyes widened at the sight. Her pussy was indeed gaping, the lips red and swollen, glistening with her own juices.
She could see the dark, dilated opening, a stark contrast to the tight, virgin hole it had once been. She swallowed hard, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through her. She knew this was just the beginning, that Kira had so much more planned for her.
Kira set the mirror down and grabbed a pair of scissors from her nightstand. Mathilda's eyes widened in fear as she saw the sharp blades.
"What are you going to do with those?" Mathilda asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes fixed on the scissors in Kira's hand.
Kira smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Don't worry, doll. I'm not going to hurt you...not yet, anyway." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I just want to make sure you're as ruined for me as I want you to be."
Mathilda's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with possibilities. She watched as Kira reached out, her fingers tracing the edge of Mathilda's black G-string.
"This," Kira said, her voice filled with disdain, "is not what I want you in anymore." She grabbed the fabric, pulling it taut, and with a swift motion, she cut it clean in half with the scissors. Mathilda gasped, her body tensing as the cool air hit her now bare pussy.
Kira tossed the ruined G-string aside and grabbed a handful of black lace from her nightstand drawer. "From now on, my ruined little doll, you'll wear only black.
Black lace, black silk, black satin. Anything but that pathetic excuse for underwear you were wearing," Kira said, holding up the black lace panties she had retrieved from her drawer. They were barely more than a scrap of fabric, designed to cover just the essentials, leaving the rest of Mathilda's skin exposed.
Mathilda bit her lip, her eyes fixed on the panties in Kira's hand. She could feel her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and excitement. She had never worn anything so revealing, so provocative.
The thought of walking around in public, her intimate parts barely covered, sent a shiver down her spine. But she knew better than to protest. This was what Kira wanted, and she was determined to be the perfect little doll for her.
"Here, let me help you into them," Kira said, her voice dripping with mock chivalry. She knelt down in front of Mathilda, her hands tracing the curve of her hips, her thighs, before hooking her fingers into the waistband of Mathilda's ruined G-string.
Mathilda lifted her hips, allowing Kira to slide the ruined fabric down her legs and off her body. Kira tossed it aside, her eyes locked onto Mathilda's now bare pussy.
"Lift your hips again, doll," Kira commanded, her voice low and sultry. Mathilda complied, her body trembling with anticipation as Kira slipped the black lace panties up her legs, over her hips, and into place. The fabric was soft, almost silky, but it felt like sandpaper against Mathilda's sensitive skin.
She could feel every thread, every seam, rubbing against her, heightening her arousal. She bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan as Kira adjusted the panties, ensuring they were positioned just right.
Kira stood up, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she took in the sight of Mathilda in the black lace panties. "Perfect," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "You look absolutely gorgeous, doll."
Mathilda blushed at the compliment, her body tingling with warmth. She could feel the dampness between her legs, her pussy aching for more.
Kira noticed her discomfort and smirked, enjoying the power she held over Mathilda.
"On your knees, doll," Kira commanded, her voice firm. Mathilda hesitated for a moment before complying, her body trembling as she lowered herself to the floor. Kira walked around her, examining her like a piece of art.
"Hands behind your back," Kira ordered, and Mathilda quickly obliged, her heart pounding in her chest. Kira grabbed a length of rope from her nightstand and began to bind Mathilda's wrists together, pulling the rope tight, ensuring Mathilda couldn't move her hands.
Mathilda gasped as the rope bit into her skin, the slight pain sending a jolt of arousal through her.
"There," Kira said, giving the rope a final tug. "That should keep you nice and helpless." She walked around Mathilda, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor, her eyes taking in every inch of Mathilda's bound body.
"Now, my ruined little doll, it's time for some real fun," Kira said, her voice filled with sadistic glee. She reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a small, black velvet box. Mathilda watched with wide eyes as Kira opened the box to reveal, mit Something she Had used yet, No Nippel clamps, No Gag, No dildo , No Vibrator, No Plug: Instead it was a small, sleek needle, no bigger than a sewing needle, and a tiny, clear capsule filled with a shimmering liquid.
"What is that, Kira?" Mathilda asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes fixed on the sinister-looking items in Kira's hand. "This, my ruined little doll, is going to make things even more interesting." She held up the needle, examining it closely. "This is a very fine, very sharp needle.
And this," Kira said, holding up the tiny capsule, "is a special concoction I've had made just for you." She smirked, her eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. "It's a mix of some very potent, very illegal substances. Nothing too harmful, just enough to make you feel...different."
Mathilda's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with questions. What did Kira have planned? What would these substances do to her? She opened her mouth to ask, but Kira silenced her with a look.
"No questions, doll. You're here to experience, not to understand." She set the needle and capsule down on the nightstand and grabbed a small bottle of rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab. "This might sting a little," she said, more to herself than to Mathilda, as she cleaned the spot just above Mathilda's left hipbone.
Mathilda winced as the alcohol touched her skin, but she remained silent, just as Kira had commanded. She watched, her eyes wide, as Kira picked up the needle and held it up to the light, examining it closely.
The tip was thin, almost invisible, and the shaft was long and sleek. Mathilda swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized what was about to happen.
"Ready, doll?" Kira asked, her voice low and sultry. Mathilda nodded, her breath hitching as she braced herself for the inevitable. "Good girl," Kira murmured, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she pressed the tip of the needle against Mathilda's skin.
Mathilda gasped as the needle pierced her flesh, the sharp pain a stark contrast to the anticipation that had been building inside her.
She bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan as Kira began to push the needle deeper, inching it slowly across her skin, leaving a thin, red line in its wake.
Kira watched Mathilda's face, her eyes locked onto her expression, watching for any sign of discomfort or fear. But Mathilda's eyes were filled with a mix of pain and pleasure, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she took in the sensation.
"That's it, doll," Kira murmured, her voice low and soothing. "Feel it. Own it.
You're doing so well, my ruined little doll." Kira's voice was filled with pride and satisfaction as she continued to move the needle across Mathilda's skin, leaving a thin, red line in its wake. Mathilda could feel every inch of it, the sharp pain a constant reminder of who was in control.
She grapped the liquid and filled it in the needles, with it she Put it in Mathildas flesh again and the liquid spilled out and started to absorb into her skin. It was Not a liquid to heigthen the sensations, instead it was a drug to numb the pain, and to make Mathilda feel light headed, dizzy and confused. Mathilda felt her vision start to swim, her body feeling heavy and limp. She tried to speak, to ask Kira what was happening, but her words came out slurred and incoherent.
"What...what did you...do to me?" Mathilda managed to stammer, her eyes struggling to focus on Kira's face.
Kira merely smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Just making sure you don't feel any pain, doll.
At least, not yet," Kira replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She set the needle down and picked up the other item from the nightstand. "Now, let's test out this lovely little concoction." She held up the tiny, clear capsule, examining it closely.
Mathilda watched, her vision still swimming, as Kira carefully opened the capsule and poured the shimmering liquid onto her fingertips. She then reached out, her fingers brushing against Mathilda's nipple, spreading the liquid onto her sensitive flesh.
"Normally without hte drug this would cause crazy pain!" Kira said, her voice filled with sadistic glee as she pinched Mathilda's nipple hard, twisting it between her fingers. Mathilda gasped, her body tensing, but the expected pain never came. Instead, she felt a strange, numbing sensation, followed by a warm, tingling heat that spread from her nipple to the rest of her body. She groaned, her head lolling back, her eyes fluttering closed as the drug took effect.
"Feels...different," Mathilda managed to slur, her voice thick and slow.
"That's the idea, doll," Kira replied, her voice low and sultry. She continued to twist and pinch Mathilda's nipple, the drug allowing her to inflict more pressure than usual without causing pain. Mathilda could feel the heat spreading, her body growing warmer, her skin more sensitive. She could feel every brush of Kira's fingers, every pinch, every twist, as if her nerve endings were heightened, more aware.
Kira moved on to Mathilda's other nipple, treating it to the same torturous pleasure.
Mathilda whimpered, her body writhing in response to the intense sensations coursing through her. She could feel her pussy growing wetter, her clit throbbing with need. She wanted to touch herself, to relieve the pressure building inside her, but her hands were tied behind her back, leaving her helpless to Kira's whims.
"Please, Kira," Mathilda begged, her voice thick with desire. "I need...I need to come."
Then i can Test Out your fully Opener Pussy, youll know that will only get pleasured from really big Thing, Like my Fist!
Im going to Fist you now, my dear little doll! Kira said, her voice filled with sadistic glee, as she lubed up her hand, coating it thickly with the slippery substance. Mathilda's eyes widened in fear and excitement, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized what was about to happen. She had heard of fisting, had read about it in the books Kira had shown her, but she had never imagined she would be the one experiencing it.
Kira grabbed Mathilda's hips, lifting her up and positioning her on her knees, her ass in the air, her pussy exposed and ready.
Mathilda gasped, her body tensing as she felt Kira's lubed-up hand pressing against her entrance.
"Relax, doll," Kira murmured, her voice low and soothing. "You can take this. You were made for this." Mathilda took a deep breath, trying to relax her body as Kira began to push her hand inside. She could feel her pussy stretching, the sensation intense and overwhelming. She gasped, her body tensing as Kira's hand went deeper, her fingers filling her completely.
Because of the permanent damage the Hand went easily in , Mathilda's pussy was already trained to get stretched by huge things.
Kira's hand was huge, her fingers long and thick, each one stretching Mathilda's pussy to its limit. She could feel every knuckle, every crease, every line of Kira's hand as it moved inside her, filling her completely.
"Oh god, Kira," Mathilda moaned, her body writhing as she adjusted to the intense sensation. "It's...it's too much." "No, doll. It's just enough. You can take this.
You were made for this, Kira repeated, her voice firm yet gentle, as she continued to push her hand deeper into Mathilda's pussy. Mathilda could feel herself stretching, her body accommodating Kira's massive hand, the sensation both intense and overwhelming. She moaned, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Kira began to move her hand, her fingers curling to stroke Mathilda's inner walls.
Mathilda's eyes fluttered closed, her body rocking back and forth as she rode the waves of pleasure coursing through her.
Kira's hand was still buried deep inside her, her fingers stroking and curling, hitting spots Mathilda never knew existed. She could feel every movement, every touch, amplified by the drug still coursing through her veins.
"Come for me, doll," Kira commanded, her voice low and sultry. "Come all over my hand. Show me how much you love being my ruined little plaything."
Mathilda whimpered, her body tensing as she felt the orgasm building inside her. She was so close, so fucking close, but she just couldn't quite get there.
The orgasm was teasing her, taunting her, just out of reach. She needed more, she needed something to push her over the edge.
As if reading her mind, Kira withdrew her hand, leaving Mathilda feeling empty and desperate. Mathilda whimpered, her body still writhing with need.
"Please, Kira," she begged, her voice thick with desperation. "I need to come. Please, let me come."
Kira smirked, her eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. "All in good time, doll.
But how about both of my fists, after youve taken that gigantic dildo! You should be able to take that, you ruined little doll! Kira said, her voice filled with sadistic glee, as she held up her second Hand, while the First one was still in Mathildas tight hole. Mathilda's eyes widened in shock and fear, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized what was about to happen. She had never heard of anyone taking two fists at once, let alone someone as inexperienced as her.
Kira lubed up her second hand, coating it just as thoroughly as the first. Mathilda could feel her pussy already stretched to its limit, her tissues straining to accommodate Kira's first hand.
The thought of another hand, another set of fingers filling her, was both terrifying and exhilarating. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as Kira positioned her second hand at her entrance.
"Remember, doll, you can take this," Kira murmured, her voice firm yet gentle. "You were made for this. You're my ruined little toy, and you're going to take both my hands like a good girl."
Mathilda nodded, her body tensing as Kira began to push her second hand inside. She could feel her pussy stretching even further, the sensation intense and overwhelming.
It was as if she was being split in two, her body struggling to accommodate Kira's second hand. She gasped, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as Kira pushed deeper, her fingers brushing against the ones already inside her.
"Oh god, Kira," Mathilda moaned, her body writhing as she fought to adjust to the intense sensation. "It's...it's too much. I can't...I can't take it."
"Yes, you can, doll," Kira replied, her voice firm yet filled with admiration. "You're doing so well. You're taking both my hands like a good girl.
I'm so proud of you, my ruined little doll," Kira cooed, her voice a mix of pride and sadistic satisfaction. Mathilda could feel the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, the sensation of being so completely filled, so utterly stretched, both overwhelming and exquisite.
Kira began to move her hands, stroking and curling her fingers in opposite directions, hitting spots inside Mathilda that she never knew existed. Mathilda moaned, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She could feel the orgasm building, the pressure inside her growing, threatening to consume her.
She was so close, so fucking close, but she still needed more. She needed something to push her over the edge.
As if reading her mind, Kira withdrew one of her hands, leaving Mathilda feeling empty and desperate.
"What do you need, doll?" Kira asked, her voice low and sultry, her eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. "Tell me what you need to come."
Mathilda bit her lip, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She knew what she needed, but she was too ashamed to say it out loud.
She had never asked for anything like this before, had never even thought about it. But now, with Kira's hands inside her, stretching her, filling her, she knew exactly what she needed.
"A vibrator," Mathilda managed to stammer, her voice thick with humiliation. "I need you to use a vibrator on me.
You we're right my Pussy cant Come on Its own anymore! That permanent damage is crazy ! Kira said, her voice filled with sadistic glee, as she reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a large, black vibrator. It was thick, almost as thick as her wrist, and curved slightly, designed to hit all the right spots. Mathilda's eyes widened at the sight of it, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized what was about to happen.
"Kira, that's...that's too big," Mathilda stammered, her voice filled with uncertainty. "It's not too big for my ruined little doll," Kira replied, her voice firm yet filled with admiration.
"You can take this, just like you've taken everything else. You're made for this, Mathilda. You're made for me."
Mathilda took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as Kira turned on the vibrator, the low hum filling the room. She could feel the vibrations already, even though the toy hadn't touched her yet. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation, her clit aching with need.
Kira pressed the vibrator against Mathilda's clit, the thick head of the toy fitting perfectly against her sensitive flesh.
Mathilda gasped, her body tensing as the vibrations coursed through her, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure inside her growing, threatening to consume her.
"Oh god, Kira," Mathilda moaned, her body writhing as she rode the waves of pleasure. "Yes, just like that. Don't stop. Please, don't stop." I won't stop until you've come all over this vibrator.
You're going to soak it, doll, and then you're going to lick it clean. That's what my ruined little toy does, isn't it?" Kira said, her voice low and sultry, her eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. Mathilda moaned, her body writhing as she nodded her agreement.
"Please, Kira," Mathilda begged, her voice thick with desperation.
"I'm so close. I need to come. Please, let me come all over your vibrator like a good girl." "Not yet, doll. You're not ready yet." She withdrew the vibrator, leaving Mathilda feeling empty and desperate.
"What do you mean, not ready?" Mathilda asked, her voice filled with confusion and frustration. "I'm so close, Kira.
Please, I can't take it anymore," Mathilda begged, her voice ragged and desperate. She could feel the orgasm building, her body trembling with anticipation.
Kira smirked, enjoying the power she held over Mathilda. "You can take it, doll. You're my ruined little toy, and you'll come when I say you can."
Mathilda whimpered, her body writhing as she tried to hold back the orgasm. She could feel it, right there, just out of reach.
Her body begged for release, her muscles tensed, and she could feel her legs shaking from the pent-up pleasure.
"Please, Kira," Mathilda begged, her voice ragged and desperate. "I'm begging you, let me come."
Kira smirked, her expression filled with sadistic delight. "Begging won't do you any good," she said. "What you need to do is submit, doll.