Chapter 11: Chapter 11
The schlluck-thud rhythm finally ceased. Ben held Maggie folded, impaled on the monstrous toy, letting the final aftershocks wrack her limp body. Her breath hitched in wet gasps. Sweat and slickness coated her stomach and chest. Her red hair fanned wildly across Ben’s arm. Her gaping asshole, stretched obscenely wide and puffy around the thick knotted base of the dildo, twitched uncontrollably with each fading tremor. A thin line of drool connected her slack lower lip to her heaving breast.
Ben eased her down slowly, carefully extracting the colossal toy. It slid free with a final, wet pop. Maggie whimpered, a sound of profound emptiness as cool air rushed into the cavern he’d created. Her hole remained a dark, stretched ‘O’, glistening under the dungeon’s low lights, the inner flesh raw and swollen. It pulsed weakly, utterly incapable of closing.
"Part one," Ben announced, his voice rough but steady as he tossed the Bad Dragon aside with a heavy thud, "is done. Asshole: thoroughly wrecked. Gap achieved." He ran a hand almost lovingly over the curve of her ass, his fingers skirting the flaming, puffy rim. "Look at that ruin. Beautiful."
Maggie managed a weak moan, her green eyes fluttering open, glazed with exhaustion and residual ecstasy. She felt hollowed out, yet a deep, insistent throb from her neglected, engorged clit anchored her to the edge of desire. Her hand instinctively drifted down, seeking the swollen nub beneath its hood.
Ben caught her wrist firmly. "Ah-ah, greedy girl. Not yet." He moved to kneel beside the padded table, facing her gaping hole and the camera beyond. He gently squeezed her inflamed ass cheek, making the distended rim quiver. "Remember what you begged for earlier, before we turned you into a human sock puppet? Before the big toy?" He traced the very edge of her hole with a fingertip, feather-light, yet it sent jolts straight to her core. "You wanted this," he pressed the tip just inside the hot, yielding entrance, "spanked shut. You wanted it puffy, swollen… tight. Like a virgin’s cunt." He emphasized the last word, his thumb finding her slick, needy clit and giving it a sharp, stinging flick.
Maggie jolted. "Fuck! Yes!" she gasped, the sting merging with the deep ache of her emptiness to ignite fresh need. "Tight! Make it tight again, Ben! Please!"
Ben grinned, twisting his thumb over her throbbing clit, making her hips buck. "That’s my filthy little Size Queen. Wants to be stretched wider than the Grand Canyon one minute, then spanked back into a virginal pucker the next." He leaned closer to the camera lens. "You hear that, chat? Maggie’s got a new mission. We need to take this magnificent, gaping fuckhole," he spread her cheeks wide, giving the camera a crystal-clear view of her raw, open entrance, "and beat it back into submission. Make it blush. Make it pout. Make it tight."
He released her clit, leaving it pulsing furiously, and trailed his fingers down her perineum to press against her equally swollen, dripping pussy lips. "Problem is," he continued, his voice taking on a thoughtful, almost clinical tone that contrasted wildly with the obscenity before him, "spanking this raw, pussy-adjacent flesh? Could get ugly. Could hurt my superstar." He slapped her inner thigh, sharp and sudden, making her yelp. "We need finesse. We need strategy." His eyes scanned the rapidly scrolling chat overlay only he could see on his wrist-mounted device. "Suggestions, degenerates. How do we spank Maggie’s ruined asshole shut without turning it into hamburger? How do we get that virgin-puffy look she’s creaming for?"
Maggie whimpered, pushing her ass back towards him unconsciously. "Do it... just do it..."
"Patience, fucktoy," Ben murmured, still reading. "‘SlamDaddy69’ says cold compress first. Reduce swelling then spank. Interesting… counter-intuitive." He glanced at the array of toys on a nearby cart. "‘PlugMasterFlex’ suggests… ah." A slow, predatory smile spread across Ben’s face. He reached out and picked up a heavy, black silicone plug. But this wasn't ordinary. A thick tube snaked from its flared base to a large rubber bulb pump. An inflatable. "Now this," Ben purred, holding it up, the plug’s tapered tip glistening with the thick lube he quickly squirted onto it, "is a personal favorite." He pressed the cold, lubricated tip against Maggie’s gaping hole. She gasped at the temperature shock. "See, Princess," Ben continued, his voice dropping to an intimate growl as he began to ease the deflated plug into her unresisting channel with shocking ease, "I love watching this thing fill you up. Watching your belly swell." He pushed it deep until the wide base rested snugly against her puffy rim. "Watching you look round. Pregnant with my fucking inflation."
Maggie’s breath hitched. Her eyes widened, the glaze clearing slightly, replaced by a fierce, almost desperate heat. The image Ben painted – the stretch inside, the visible distension of her belly – sent a fresh flood of wetness soaking the table beneath her pussy. Her neglected clit gave an almost painful throb. "Oh fuck, Ben," she moaned, her voice thick with sudden, intense arousal. "Yes! Fill me! Make me round! Please!"
Ben’s smile widened. He saw the fire ignite in her green eyes. "Knew you’d love it." He picked up the pump bulb. "But first, we gotta get this hole prepped for its spanking." He gave the bulb a few experimental squeezes. Air hissed. Inside Maggie, the plug began to expand, pressing firmly against her sensitive inner walls. She gasped, feeling the gentle, insistent pressure building. "Gotta pack you full, baby," Ben murmured, squeezing the bulb rhythmically. Hiss-squish. Hiss-squish. "Fill every corner of that wrecked tunnel. Support the walls. Give that puffy rim something firm to clench against when I start spanking it shut."
Hiss-squish. Hiss-squish. The pressure mounted. It was a different stretch – smoother, fuller, more encompassing than the brutal intrusion of the dildo. Maggie could feel her insides being gently but firmly pushed outwards. A low moan escaped her as Ben kept pumping. The plug expanded, pressing firmly against the raw, stretched tissues from the inside. The chat scrolled furiously in Ben’s peripheral vision. "‘PainSlut4Life’ says lube the shit out of it before spanking, acts like a cushion. Good call," Ben commented, reaching for the bottle of thick, clear lube again. He poured a generous stream directly over her puffy rim and the silicone base of the plug, the warm fluid cascading over her swollen flesh and dripping down her perineum. He worked it in with his fingers, massaging the slickness into the inflamed skin, coating every crevice. Maggie sighed at the warm slickness.
He kept pumping the bulb. Hiss-squish. Hiss-squish. Maggie’s belly began to visibly swell. It wasn't huge, but it was a definite roundness, a firm curve pushing outwards below her navel. She looked down at it, her eyes wide with fascination and intense arousal. "Ben… look," she breathed, running a trembling hand over the taut skin. "It’s… it’s so round." The feeling of internal pressure, the visible proof of her filling, combined with the slick massage on her raw rim and the constant throb of her clit, was overwhelming. Her cunt clenched, dripping.
"Beautiful," Ben breathed, genuinely captivated. He gave the pump a few more firm squeezes. The roundness increased slightly. Maggie gasped, feeling incredibly full, stretched deep inside in a way that was profoundly satisfying. "Now," Ben said, his voice hardening, shifting back to the task. He lifted his hand, coated in the thick, clear lube. "Let’s see if chat knows its shit. Time to spank this gaping fuckhole shut." He brought his hand down sharply, not on her ass cheek, but directly onto her slick, puffy, stretched anal rim.
SPLAT!
The impact was loud, wet. Maggie shrieked – a sharp sound of shock that instantly morphed into a guttural moan. The lube cushioned the blow, transforming the sharp sting into a deep, resonant thud that vibrated through the plug filling her and straight into her core. Her clit pulsed violently. Her pussy gushed a fresh wave of slickness onto the table. The skin of her rim flushed an even deeper red.
SPLAT! Another direct hit, precisely on the same spot. The wet sound echoed in the dungeon. Maggie cried out, "Oh god! It… it burns! But… fuck!" The pain was there, sharp and immediate, but it was buried under an avalanche of sensation: the deep internal pressure, the shockwave through her filled channel, the intense humiliation of her hole being spanked, and the overwhelming arousal radiating from her untouched clit. Her hole clenched spastically around the thick base of the plug, trying futilely to close.
Ben watched the skin, slick and crimson, the puffiness seeming to intensify under the impact. "That’s it," he growled, bringing his hand down again, alternating sides of her rim. SPLAT! "Take it, fuckhole. Take your spanking." SPLAT! "Swell up nice and tight for me." SPLAT! "Look at that blush! Look at it puff!" He spanked rhythmically, methodically, covering every inch of the inflamed rim with firm, wet slaps.
Maggie writhed, not away, but into it. Each SPLAT! sent fresh jolts through her system. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with sweat and drool. "Hurts! Fuck! Hurts so good!" she babbled. "Beat my hole shut! Make it virgin tight! Please, Ben!" Her back arched, pressing her rounded belly and slick, swollen cunt upwards. Her clit strained against its hood, desperate for touch. "Need it! Need it tight!"
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Ben kept his rhythm, the wet impacts echoing. The rim was turning a deep, angry red, visibly puffier, the thick lube glistening. He paused, breathing heavily, admiring his handiwork. He traced a finger over the hot, swollen flesh. It felt incredibly sensitive, inflamed, but the lube had prevented any splitting. The plug inside remained firmly seated, stretching her internally, keeping her belly rounded.
"Getting there, Princess," Ben rasped, his own arousal evident. "Look at it swell. Look at that pretty, puffy pucker trying so hard." He gave the pump bulb another few vigorous squeezes. Hiss-squish. Hiss-squish. Inside Maggie, the plug expanded further. She gasped, her eyes flying wide as the internal pressure surged, her belly rounding out even more prominently, pushing against the taut skin. The plug pressed more firmly against the freshly spanked rim from the inside. "There," Ben murmured, rubbing her swollen belly possessively. "Nice and full. Nice and round. Ready to take more?"
Maggie looked down at her inflated stomach, felt the deep fullness inside and the hot sting on her rim. Her green eyes, hazy with pain, pleasure, and utter submission, met Ben’s. "More," she breathed, her voice raw. "Spank it… spank my gape… make it virgin tight. Fill me… more." Her hand crept back towards her throbbing clit. Ben didn’t stop her this time. He lifted his hand again, glistening with lube, hovering over her crimson, puffy, and utterly exposed asshole as she finally touched her swollen clit, her whole body tensing in anticipation of the next stinging blow and the desperate pleasure it would bring. The dungeon air hummed with the promise of more pressure, more sting, more wreckage disguised as reclamation.
The dungeon air hummed with the promise of more pressure, more sting, more wreckage disguised as reclamation. Ben’s lube-slicked hand hovered over Maggie’s crimson, puffy rim, glistening obscenely around the thick base of the inflatable plug buried deep within her. Her own fingers finally found her swollen, neglected clit, a desperate gasp escaping her as she circled the hypersensitive nub. "Beat it," she rasped, her voice shredded, eyes locked on Ben’s face, pleading. "Beat my hole shut. Make it fucking tight."
SPLAT! His palm came down hard, directly onto the slick, inflamed ring of her asshole. The wet impact echoed sharply. Maggie shrieked, her body jolting violently on the padded table, her fingers digging into her clit. "FUCK! Oh god!" The sting was immediate, intense, a bright flare of pain radiating from her spanked rim. Yet beneath it, amplified by the plug’s firm pressure inside her stretched channel, a deep, resonant thrum of pleasure vibrated straight to her core. Her gaping hole clenched spastically, a feeble attempt to close against the intrusion and the assault.
"Look!" Ben commanded, his voice rough, grabbing her hip to hold her steady. He delivered another sharp SPLAT! to the opposite side of her rim. "Watch it try, you filthy whore! See that gape shrink?" Maggie’s tear-blurred gaze snapped downwards. Between her spread cheeks, her ruined hole, still stretched wide around the plug’s base, visibly flinched inward with each stinging blow. The raw, swollen flesh puckered momentarily, trembling, before relaxing back into its forced openness. The sight, combined with the sharp pain and the relentless pressure inside, sent a fresh flood of arousal soaking the leather beneath her. "Yes!" she sobbed, rubbing her clit frantically. "It’s… it’s clenching! Fuck!"
SPLAT! SPLAT! Ben alternated sides, raining sharp, wet slaps onto her exposed rim. The thick lube splattered, cooling slightly on her scorched skin. "‘IceQueenDomme’ says ice next," Ben grunted, reading the chat feed on his wrist device mid-spank. SPLAT! "Reduce the swelling faster." He paused, hand raised, admiring the deep crimson blush blooming across her puffy ring. Maggie whimpered, her hips grinding down onto the plug, seeking more internal pressure as her fingers worked her clit into a frenzy. "And ‘NumbSlutLover’ suggests lidocaine gel," Ben added, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Make it nice and numb before we really punish it shut. You want that, Maggie? Want your gaping fuckhole numbed so I can spank it harder?"
"No!" Maggie cried instantly, her green eyes wide with panic beneath the tears. "No numb! Feel it! Need to feel it!" The thought of losing sensation, of not feeling the brutal reclamation of her hole, was terrifying. The pain was integral, a necessary counterpoint to the deep, stretching fullness inside her belly. "Spank it! Hurt it! Make it tight!" She arched her back, thrusting her ass upwards, presenting her inflamed rim for more. "Please, Ben! Make it virgin tight!"
Ben’s answering grin was feral. "Knew you’d say that." He poured another stream of thick, warm lube directly over her spanked hole, watching it pool around the plug’s base and drip down her perineum. He worked it in with rough fingers, massaging the slickness into the hot, swollen flesh. "‘PainSlut4Life’ approves," he murmured, his fingers pressing firmly against the trembling ring. Maggie moaned, long and low, the massage both soothing and intensely stimulating against her freshly punished skin. "Prep’s done. Now," he lifted his hand again, glistening, "earn that tight little pucker."
SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! The blows came faster now, harder, a relentless tattoo on her slick, crimson rim. Each wet impact made Maggie cry out – sharp, guttural sounds of pain-pleasure. Her eyes remained fixed downwards, mesmerized. With every stinging slap, her gaping hole visibly recoiled, the puffy flesh flinching inward, trembling violently. The forced clench was becoming more pronounced, lasting a fraction longer before relaxing. The plug inside her stretched her internally, but the rim itself was visibly swelling tighter around its base, the raw edges puffing outwards, forming a thicker, more defined ring. "Look!" Ben growled, punctuating his words with another brutal SPLAT! "Look at that fucking pucker forming! See it?"
Maggie saw. Her gaping ruin, the dark void she’d taken fists and monsters into, was visibly shrinking, cinching tighter around the thick silicone intruder. The raw flesh was blushing a deep, angry red, swelling into a thick, puffy donut that struggled valiantly against the plug’s girth. The humiliation was exquisite. The visual transformation, forced by pain and Ben’s relentless hand, was unbearably erotic. "Yes!" she screamed, her voice breaking. "It’s shrinking! Oh fuck, Ben, it’s getting tight!" Her fingers blurred on her clit, the rough, frantic circles sending electric shocks up her spine. The plug’s internal pressure, the deep sting radiating from her punished rim, and the visual proof of her hole reclaiming itself coalesced into a white-hot coil in her pelvis.
SPLAT! SPLAT! "Clench for me, gapeslut!" Ben demanded, his palm landing with bruising force. Maggie watched, transfixed, as her hole spasmed wildly, the puffy ring visibly tightening, squeezing the slick plug base. The impossible sensation of her own tortured flesh trying to close, combined with the brutal impact and her frantic clit stimulation, detonated the coil. Orgasm ripped through her with volcanic force. "CUMMING!" she shrieked, her body locking rigid. "FUCK! HOLE'S TIGHT! CUMMING!" Her vision whited out. Her cunt erupted, not a squirt but a gushing torrent that splashed onto her thighs and the table. Her asshole clenched spastically around the plug, the puffy rim pulsing violently, trying desperately to obey Ben’s command as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. She collapsed forward, gasping, drooling, her ruined hole visibly tighter, puffy, and glistening around its silicone anchor, the chat scrolling unseen praises for the virgin pucker being beaten back into existence.
Maggie lay gasping, a trembling heap of sweat-slicked skin and fiery hair. Her asshole, freshly punished into a tight, puffy ring around the thick plug base, throbbed with a deep, satisfying sting. Drool pooled on the cool leather beneath her cheek. "Fuck," she slurred, the word thick and wet. "Feel it... Ben... so tight... burning..."
Ben traced the inflamed rim with one slick finger, feeling the heat radiating from the swollen flesh. He watched it pulse weakly against the silicone intrusion. "Beautiful wreckage," he murmured, almost reverently. "Look at that blush. Like a virgin’s first whimper." He picked up the rubber bulb pump connected to the plug, the device slick with lube. "But chat’s greedy. Wants more. Wants to see that belly swell."
He squeezed the bulb. Hiss-squish. Inside her stretched channel, the plug expanded infinitesimally. Maggie whimpered, a sound of deepening fullness. Her breath hitched as her abdominal wall pushed outwards slightly, the skin tautening. "Oh... oh fuck," she breathed, her hand instinctively going to the subtle curve forming below her navel. "Ben... it’s... it’s pushing..."
Hiss-squish. Hiss-squish. Ben worked the pump rhythmically, his eyes fixed on her belly. The curve became more pronounced, a firm, rounded swell pushing past her hip bones. "That’s it, Princess," he growled, his voice rough with arousal. "Take that air. Fill up." He gave it several more vigorous squeezes. The hiss-squish was loud in the humid dungeon air. Maggie’s belly strained visibly now, a taut dome beneath her skin. Her eyes widened, a mix of awe and intense arousal replacing the post-orgasmic haze. "Shit! Look at it!" She ran her hands over the hard swell, fascinated and turned on beyond measure. Her cunt dripped onto the leather. "So... so full inside!"
"Not done," Ben stated flatly. He squeezed the bulb relentlessly. Hiss-squish. Hiss-squish. Hiss-squish. The plug expanded further, its internal pressure mounting exponentially. Maggie’s gasp turned into a choked cry. The fullness wasn't just deep now; it was everywhere. Her insides felt packed, distended, pushed to their limits. The plug pressed relentlessly against her freshly spanked rim from the inside, intensifying the sting. "Ben! Too much! Too much!" she cried out, but her hips rocked unconsciously, grinding down onto the plug, seeking more sensation even as she protested. Her belly was unmistakably rounded, firm as a drum, stretching her skin tight. The curve pushed her lower ribs apart slightly. She looked several months pregnant.
"It’s exactly enough," Ben countered, his knuckles white on the pump. He gave it three final, brutal squeezes. HISS-SQUISH. HISS-SQUISH. HISS-SQUISH. Maggie shrieked, her back arching involuntarily off the table. The pressure was immense, colossal. It felt like she was being inflated to bursting. Her belly was a hard, prominent sphere, the skin smooth and stretched to near-translucence over the massive internal pressure. The plug, distended to its maximum volume, felt like a solid mass of concrete inside her, pressing against her spine, her organs, and brutally stretching her tortured anal canal. Her spanked rim was forced wide around the thick base, the puffy, inflamed flesh stretched taut once more, protesting the renewed invasion after its brutal spanking. Tears streamed down her face. "Can't... breathe... so full!" she gasped, her hands splayed on her taut abdomen, feeling the unnatural hardness beneath.
Ben dropped the pump. He placed both hands on her inflated belly, rubbing the hard curve possessively. "Look at you," he breathed, genuine awe in his voice. "Like a fucking fertility goddess packed with cock." He pressed down slightly. Maggie whimpered, a wave of intense pressure radiating through her core. Her clit throbbed violently, untouched. "Remember begging for your hole to be spanked shut?" He slid a hand down, his thumb finding her swollen clit and grinding down hard. Maggie jerked, a broken cry escaping her. "Look how wide it is again," he murmured, his thumb circling ruthlessly. "Stretched wide open around my plug. Your virgin pucker didn’t last long, did it, size queen? Just like your greedy cunt." He pressed his thumb harder against her clit, the pressure inside her belly amplifying the sensation a hundredfold. "Feel that plug? Filling you? Making you round?"
"Fuck! Yes!" Maggie sobbed, her hips rocking desperately against his hand and the immovable object inside her. The conflicting sensations – the intense fullness bordering on pain, the brutal pressure on her clit, the raw sting of her rim stretched around the plug base – were pushing her towards another abyss. "So full! So fucking full! Feels like... like bursting!" Her fingers dug into her own distended stomach.
Ben leaned close, his lips brushing her ear. "Good," he whispered, his voice dark and thrilling. "Now, chat wants to know... can you really cum like this? With nothing but air and pressure stuffing your ass?" His thumb became a blur on her clit, rough and demanding. "Cum, Maggie. Cum around the emptiness. Cum for the gaping hole you begged me to beat shut, stretched wide open again." He pressed down hard on her inflated belly with his other hand.
The combined assault was catastrophic. The deep, unrelenting pressure inside her rectum, the grinding friction on her hypersensitive clit, and the visceral humiliation of her body’s betrayal – the gaping hole she wanted tight forced obscenely wide by the plug – detonated her. Maggie’s scream tore through the dungeon, raw and ragged. Her body convulsed violently, her back arched impossibly high. Her cunt clenched repeatedly, squirting thin streams of clear fluid rhythmically onto her own inflated belly and Ben’s hand. Her gaping asshole spasmed wildly around the thick plug base, a useless, fluttering attempt to clench the invader it couldn't possibly contain. She vibrated on the table, lost in a white-hot storm of sensation, reduced to a gasping, inflated vessel pinned by pressure and pleasure, her tightness obliterated by the sheer volume within.