Chapter 13: The Aftermath in the Limo
The limousine’s hum was the only sound besides the soft, shameful lap of Bambi’s tongue on leather. She tasted herself—salty, musky, degraded—and a shiver of paradoxical pleasure coiled in her gut. Obedience was its own reward, a dark, warm current in the void of her mind.
“Enough.”
Bambi froze, her lips wet and parted against the cool boot.
Selene’s voice cut through the humid air, a scalpel slicing through Bambi’s fog of submission. The command was absolute, its withdrawal a physical coldness. Bambi slowly pulled back, a thread of saliva connecting her tongue to the polished leather for a fleeting second before it snapped.
Inside her, a pathetic, traitorous thought fizzed: I wanted more.“Strip. All of it.”
Bambi’s fingers, trembling from spent adrenaline, fumbled for the zipper at her side.The sound was loud in the silent car. The tight black dress, already damp and stained, peeled away from her skin like a shedding skin. She let it pool at her feet on the limousine floor, standing naked except for her heels and the thin silver collar.
Her enormous breasts hung heavy, nipples hardened to tight points. The cool air from the vents brushed her flushed skin, puckering her flesh. Her cunt, swollen and glistening, ached with a hollow emptiness more profound than any physical sensation.Selene watched, her gaze clinical. From her clutch, she produced not the remote, but a sleek, black silicone dildo, thick and veined. It was obscenely large.She placed it upright on the plush gray seat beside her.
“Turn around.Lower yourself onto it. I want to watch that greedy hole swallow it.”
Bambi turned, her ass facing Selene. The view of her own reflection in the dark window—a bleached-blonde puppet with a vacant stare—flashed for an instant before she knelt on the seat, her back to her mistress.She reached behind herself, grasping the cool, rigid silicone. The tip, blunt and unforgiving, pressed against her slick entrance.She sank down.
A ragged moan was torn from her throat as the diameter stretched her, a burning, glorious fullness. It was too much, and it was everything. She took it slowly, an inch at a time, each movement a sharp, sweet shock. When she was fully impaled, the fake balls pressed against her ass, she shuddered, her internal muscles clenching instinctively around the invasion.“Now fuck yourself. Show me what a desperate cunt you are.”
Bambi obeyed. She began to move, lifting herself up until just the tip remained inside, then slamming back down. The wet, fleshy sound of her taking it filled the car.Her tits swung heavily with each impact, a mesmerizing, pendulous rhythm. She could feel every ridge, every vein.
Selene’s hand cracked against her ass, a sharp, stinging slap.“Faster, you stupid slut. You’re just a hole for this toy.”
The words drilled into her, merging with the physical violation. Bambi’s motions became frantic, her hips pistoning, the slapping of skin on skin joining the obscene squelch.Her breath came in sharp, animalistic grunts. The pressure built, a coil tightening beyond endurance deep in her gut.
“That’s it,” Selene hissed, her voice close now.“Cum all over this fake cock.Paint it with your filthy juices. Do it.”
The command was the final trigger. The climax detonated, a raw, convulsive eruption that had her screaming, her body seizing as her cunt convulsed and flooded the silicone shaft with hot, sticky release. She collapsed forward, her cheek pressed against the cold leather seat, the dildo still buried deep inside her twitching body.
She lay there, panting, a dribble of spit on the upholstery. Selene let her marinate in the aftermath for a long moment.Then she clicked her tongue.“Up. Clean it.”
With a weak whimper, Bambi pushed herself up, the movement making the dildo shift inside her with a wet, disgusting sound. She pulled it free, a slow, slick extraction that made her gasp. It was coated thickly with her cum.
She brought it to her mouth, her tongue extending to lick her own mess from the tip.The taste was potent, primal. She swallowed, then took the head into her mouth, sucking it clean with a hollow-cheeked diligence that was both servile and perversely erotic.
The limousine began to slow, turning onto a familiar, tree-lined drive. They were home. Bambi, still kneeling naked on the seat, the cleaned dildo held limply in her hand, looked out at the approaching mansion gates. A deep, unfathomable exhaustion settled into her bones, a perfect emptiness.She had been used, thoroughly. For now, it was enough.