Chapter 12: The Vacuum Tightening
The vacuum pump hissed, a wet, obscene sound that filled Maggie’s velvet-draped bedroom. The cold silicone rim sealed brutally against her tender, stretched asshole, still throbbing from the massive toy it had swallowed moments before. Ben’s fingers dug into the swell of her ass cheek, holding her steady as the suction intensified.
"Fuck! Ben!" Maggie gasped, her voice thick and slurred. Her head lolled against the plush bedding, fiery hair fanned out like spilled wine. The vibrator pressed hard against her engorged clit sent jagged bolts of pleasure-pain up her spine, making her hips jerk involuntarily. "It’s… pulling… oh god…"
"Yeah, it is," Ben murmured, his voice a low thrum beside her ear. He wasn't looking at her face; his eyes were fixed on the laptop screen angled towards the bed, the chat window scrolling furiously. "Feel that stretch, Maggie? Feel it sucking your greedy hole back in?" He gave her ass a sharp, stinging slap. Smack! The sound cracked through the candle-scented air.
Maggie cried out, a high, ragged sound that dissolved into a moan. The slap forced her hole to clench instinctively against the relentless vacuum. The vibrator buzzed mercilessly against her hypersensitive clit, a counterpoint to the deep, aching pull at her rear entrance. Drool slicked her chin as her mouth hung open in a slack-jawed expression of overwhelmed ecstasy – pure ahegao, just like the chat demanded.
"Look at that," Ben commanded, shifting slightly to give the camera a better angle. He traced the swollen, puffy rim of her asshole being drawn deep into the pump’s chamber. "See how it’s puffing up? Getting tight? Remember what she begged for? To make this wrecked little asshole look untouched again. Like a virgin’s tight pink rosebud." He punctuated his words with another sharp spank. Smack! "Clench for them, Maggie. Show them how tight you can make it."
Maggie whimpered, trying to obey, her abdominal muscles trembling with the effort. The conflicting sensations were overwhelming: the deep suction pulling her insides out, the sharp sting of Ben’s palm, the relentless vibration shredding her nerves. Her vision blurred at the edges. "Trying… fuck… Ben… it’s too much…"
"It’s never too much for you," Ben countered, his thumb finding the swollen nub of her clit beside the vibrator. He rubbed it in rough, tight circles, adding another layer of exquisite torture. "You live for too much. Look at the chat, baby. They’re loving it. Loving watching you turn your fucked-out ass into something tight and pretty again. Just so we can wreck it all over." He leaned closer, his breath hot on her ear. "What do they want next? How should we finish making this asshole look virginal?"
He scanned the rapidly scrolling text. "Ice!" he read aloud. "Someone wants ice on that swollen rim." He chuckled darkly. "Cruel. Effective." Another suggestion flashed. "Clamps! Tiny clamps on the puffy bits." He grinned. "Oh, that’s good. Make it ache." More suggestions poured in: More spanking! Make her hold the suction longer! Finger her while it’s pumping! Show her gaping pussy next to it!
"Decisions, decisions," Ben mused, his fingers still working her clit. Maggie was shuddering continuously now, little gasps escaping her with every breath. A fresh gush of fluid soaked the sheets beneath her hips – not quite a squirt, but a heavy, desperate flow. "Hear that, Maggie? The audience wants your asshole punished while we make it pretty. They want it to hurt while it tightens."
He reached over to the bedside table, the movement jostling her. Maggie heard the clink of metal. Ice cubes dropped into a small bowl. Then the cold, sharp bite of stainless steel clamps. Her breath hitched. "Ben… please…"
"Please what?" he asked, his voice deceptively soft. He lifted the vacuum pump slightly, breaking the seal for a terrifying, relieving second before slamming it back down hard. Maggie screamed, her body arching off the bed. The sudden, brutal reapplication of suction was agony and ecstasy fused into one white-hot point.
"Please fuck me," she begged, the words tumbling out raw and unfiltered. "Fuck my pussy while you… while you torture my asshole. Please, Ben. Need it. Need to feel you inside me while you make it tight."
Ben paused, his eyes meeting hers for the first time in minutes. There was a flicker of something beyond the performance – surprise, maybe admiration, definitely heat. "You filthy fucking dream," he breathed. He grabbed the vibrator from her trembling hand and tossed it aside. "Hold the pump steady. Keep that suction locked tight. Don’t you dare let it slip."
Maggie fumbled, her slick fingers gripping the cold plastic base of the pump, pressing it hard against her ass. The vacuum pulled relentlessly, making her newly puffy rim throb. Ben swiftly positioned himself between her spread legs. The thick head of his cock, already slick with her arousal and his own pre-cum, nudged against her dripping, swollen pussy lips. They were slick and parted, glistening under the low lights, a stark contrast to the tight, abused rosebud being formed above.
He didn’t tease. He drove into her with one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her wet, welcoming heat. Maggie’s scream tore from her throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated relief and overwhelming sensation. Her cunt clenched around him, spasming wildly.
"Yes! Fuck! Ben! Oh god!" she babbled, her hips lifting to meet his. The pump hissed against her asshole. The clamps and ice waited on the table. Ben gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the flesh just below the pump’s base, and began to fuck her with hard, deep, punishing strokes. Each thrust drove her body forward, forcing her to maintain the suction, each withdrawal pulled a desperate whine from her lips.
"Feel that?" Ben grunted, his rhythm relentless. "Feel me filling your greedy cunt while your asshole gets sucked tight? Look at the camera, Maggie. Show them your face. Show them how fucking good it feels to be split open and sealed shut at the same time."
Maggie turned her head, her green eyes wide and unfocused, tears of overwhelmed pleasure streaking her temples. Her mouth hung open, tongue slightly protruding, drool slicking her chin. Pure, raw ecstasy contorted her features. Beneath the relentless suction, her asshole pulsed, the puffy rim visibly tightening with each brutal thrust Ben delivered to her pussy. Her huge clit, exposed and throbbing, stood proud and dark, begging for attention ignored for the moment.
Ben pistoned into her, the wet slap of their joining echoing in the room, mingling with the pump’s hiss and Maggie’s broken cries. He watched the chat explode on the screen – emojis, demands, tips flooding in. He saw the close-up shot of Maggie’s face, her ruined asshole being reshaped by vacuum, and her dripping pussy taking his cock. He saw her swollen clit, a dark, needy beacon.
He leaned down, his voice a harsh rasp against her ear, barely audible over the sounds of their fucking. "Almost there, superstar. Almost tight enough. Then…" He thrust deep, grinding his pelvis against her clit, making her shriek. "Then we see how fast we can wreck that virgin ass all over again." He pulled back, his cock glistening, and slammed home once more, the force making Maggie’s grip on the pump falter for a second before she clamped down harder, her knuckles white. The promise hung thick in the scented air, as potent as the sweat and sex. The tightening was nearly complete. The breaking was about to begin.
The breaking was about to begin. Ben’s hips slammed against hers, each thrust driving her deeper onto the pump’s unforgiving suction. Maggie’s knuckles were bone-white gripping the cold plastic base, her asshole screaming under the relentless pull. "Hold it, slut," Ben growled, his cock pistoning in and out of her slick cunt, the wet slap echoing off the velvet walls."Keep that hole sealed tight for Daddy."
He reached blindly for the bedside table, fingers scrabbling past the discarded vibrator. Ice cubes clattered in the small bowl. "Chat wants cold," he rasped, pulling out just enough to make her whimper. His fingers, slick with her juices, plunged into the ice water. Maggie braced herself, her breath hitching. "Please… Ben…"
"Shut up and take it," he commanded, his voice devoid of mercy. He pressed a single, jagged ice cube directly against her swollen, puffy anal rim trapped within the pump’s chamber. Maggie shrieked, her body convulsing, back arching violently off the bed. The sudden, brutal cold was agony – a sharp, shocking counterpoint to the deep ache of the suction and the burning heat radiating from her clit. Her cunt spasmed wildly around his momentarily still cock."Fuck!Fuck!Cold!So cold!"
"Feel it?" Ben hissed, grinding the melting ice into her tender flesh, watching the skin blanch and pucker even tighter under the vacuum’s relentless pull."Feel it making your greedy little asshole clench?" He grabbed a tiny stainless-steel clamp from the bowl, its cruel jaws glinting."Now, the clamps.Chat’s choice." He positioned the first clamp on the most prominent, puffy fold of her rim, visible through the pump’s clear chamber.The metal teeth bit down. Maggie screamed again, a raw, ragged sound torn from her throat.Tears streamed freely now, mixing with the drool on her chin. The sharp pinch was excruciating, layered over the cold and the suction."Another," Ben ordered, more to the chat than to her. He applied a second clamp to another swollen fold. Maggie sobbed, her hips bucking uncontrollably. The vibrator was gone, but her clit throbbed with its own desperate pulse, neglected and engorged. Ben watched her face contort on the laptop screen – pure, unfiltered torment mixed with dazed pleasure. "Look at that," he breathed, admiration lacing his cruelty."Look at that perfect, puffy little rosebud. Tight as a fucking virgin’s." He gave her ass a stinging slap right beside the pump’s base.Smack! The impact jolted her, forcing her hole to clench reflexively against the clamps and the ice."Beautiful."
He withdrew the remnants of the ice cube, leaving her rim numb and throbbing. The clamps remained, tiny sentinels of pain making her newly tightened hole ache fiercely. Ben gripped her hips again, his cock finding her dripping entrance."Ready to be filled, Maggie?"he asked, his voice thick with anticipation. "Ready to feel Daddy wreck this pretty little virgin ass he just made for you?" He didn’t wait for an answer.He slammed back into her pussy, hard and deep, resuming his punishing rhythm. Maggie cried out, the fullness in her cunt a stark contrast to the tight, aching void above."Yes!Fuck! Wreck it!"she babbled, her voice broken."Please, Daddy! Wreck my tight ass!" She pushed back against him, desperate for more, for the promised destruction. The pump hissed, its chamber showing her distended, clamped rim held in a vice-like grip. Ben’s thrusts became even more brutal, driving her body forward, forcing her to maintain the suction against the agony of the clamps. He reached down, his thumb finding her huge, neglected clit.He rubbed it roughly, not with finesse, but with brutal pressure. Maggie’s scream dissolved into a guttural moan, her eyes rolling back. A fresh gush of fluid soaked the sheets beneath her – a desperate, uncontrolled squirt this time.
"Gonna fuck this ass raw," Ben promised, his breath hot on her neck, his thumb grinding her clit. "Gonna stretch this tight little rosebud wide open again." He angled her hips higher, giving the camera a perfect view of her gaping, wet pussy taking his cock, her swollen clit under his thumb, and the obscene pump clamped onto her transformed, aching asshole."See that, chat?"he panted. "See how pretty she is?See how ready she is to be broken?" He increased the suction slightly, a wet, obscene gurgle sounding from the pump. Maggie whimpered, the clamps biting deeper. Her anal ring was impossibly tight, unnaturally distended, a grotesque parody of innocence under the glass."Almost there," Ben murmured, his thrusts becoming measured, deliberate. "Almost perfect."He pulled her clit hard, making her jerk. "Get ready, superstar.Get ready to take it all." He kept pumping her anal ring, relentless, ensuring it stayed impossibly tight and distended. They were getting ready. The air crackled with the promise of imminent ruin.
Ben kept the suction locked, his eyes glued to the laptop screen where the chat exploded with anticipation. "See that tight little bud?" He punctuated his words with a sharp slap beside the pump, making Maggie gasp, the clamps jiggling painfully. "Virgin-tight, just like she begged for." He increased the suction one final, brutal notch. The pump gurgled wetly. Maggie whimpered, her knuckles white, asshole screaming under the relentless pull and biting clamps. Ben leaned close, his voice a low, dark promise only she could hear over the thrum of her own pulse. "Gonna ruin it now, baby. Gonna make that pretty rosebud gape wider than your greedy cunt." He scanned the chat. "They want to see you pop. They want it messy." He reached for the pump’s release valve.
"Ready?" Ben rasped, his thumb hovering. Maggie could only nod frantically, tears streaking her temples, drool slick on her chin. Her pussy clenched around nothing, aching and empty, her huge clit throbbing with neglect. The anticipation was its own torture, coiling tight in her belly. He twisted the valve. A wet, sucking pop echoed, loud and obscene. The vacuum released instantly. Maggie cried out – relief warring with a sharp pang as the clamps bit deeper without the counter-pressure. The pump came away.
Her asshole pulsed violently, a dark, swollen, puffy ring, the tiny steel clamps pinching angry red folds of flesh. It looked impossibly tight, impossibly vulnerable, a grotesque parody of innocence. Ben’s gaze was predatory. "Fucking beautiful wreck," he breathed, loud enough for the mic. He traced the rim lightly with a fingertip, making her flinch and moan. "Chat says she earned a reward before the wrecking." He flicked one clamp. Maggie yelped. "Something...intimate." He glanced at the screen, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "Oh yeah. That’s the one."
He didn’t remove the clamps. Instead, he gripped her hips, his thumbs spreading her ass cheeks wider, exposing the tender, swollen rim to the camera’s unblinking eye and the warm, candle-scented air. Maggie held her breath, trembling. She felt the heat of his breath first, a ghost of sensation against the aching, violated flesh. Then, without warning, his tongue – broad, wet, demanding – flattened against her tortured hole. He licked a firm, slow, filthy stripe right over the clamped, swollen rim.
"FUCK!" Maggie shrieked, her body convulsing like a live wire. The sudden, searingly intimate contact was electric torture after the cold and the vacuum. It wasn't gentle. It was claiming. Possessive. He laved her puffy rim with rough, purposeful strokes, his tongue probing insistently against the tight, bruised entrance, sliding over the cold metal of the clamps. The shocking mix of pain and intense, unexpected pleasure ripped through her.
He tongued her swollen rim. Deep, wet thrusts of his tongue against the impossibly tight pucker, forcing it to yield slightly, the clamps digging in. He sucked lightly, pulling the tender flesh into his mouth. Maggie’s vision whited out. A guttural scream tore from her throat, raw and ragged. Her back arched violently off the bed. Her neglected cunt convulsed hard, once, twice. Then she erupted. Hot, thick cream pulsed out of her, soaking her thighs and the sheets beneath her in a desperate, uncontrolled flood, not a squirt but a heavy, creamy gush. She creamed, her hips bucking wildly against his face, lost in a brutal, unexpected climax purely from his tongue violating her asshole.
Ben groaned against her flesh, the vibration sending fresh shocks through her. He didn’t stop. He licked and sucked greedily at her clit-like rim, lapping at her cream as it flowed. "Taste that, chat?" he mumbled, his voice thick, mouth still working her. "That’s her ass making her cream. Fucking filthy." Maggie could only sob, her body shaking with aftershocks, completely overwhelmed. The clamps were still biting. The rim still throbbed. His tongue was relentless. He finally pulled back, his chin slick with her juices. He looked at the ruined, glistening hole, the clamps stark against the flushed, swollen flesh. "Tight," he murmured, tracing the rim again, making her flinch. "But not for long, superstar. Daddy’s just getting started." He reached for the thick bottle of lube gleaming on the nightstand. The crowd roared silently on the screen. The real wrecking was next.
The real wrecking was next. Ben’s fingers, slick with thick, clear lube, worked the swollen, tender flesh around her newly formed rosebud, the tiny steel clamps still biting viciously into the puffy rim. The lube was cold, a shocking slide against the heat radiating from her violated hole. Maggie flinched, a sharp gasp catching in her throat. "Easy, superstar," Ben murmured, his voice a low thrum that vibrated through her bones. "Gotta get this pretty little hole ready for Daddy." He squeezed more lube, the viscous fluid dripping down her crease. His thumb pressed insistently, not inside, just circling that impossibly tight pucker, feeling the muscle spasm under his touch. The clamps shifted, a fresh spike of pain making her jerk. "Fuck," she hissed, her voice raw.
He coated his cock next, the thick length glistening obscenely under the low light, pulling the skin taut with slow, deliberate strokes. The air hung thick with the scent of latex, lube, sweat, and her own arousal. Ben’s eyes, usually holding that quirky tech-guy glint, were flat, dark pools focused solely on her exposed ass. He positioned himself, the broad, slick head pressing firmly against her clenched entrance. Maggie felt the immense pressure, the threat of intrusion. Her body tensed instinctively, the virgin-tight ring rebelling. "Nnngh…" she grunted, pushing back weakly even as her cunt pulsed, empty and aching.
Then it happened. The words tore out of her, raw and unfiltered, bypassing thought. "Do it! Fuck it! Fuck my anus! Please, Daddy! Fuck my rectum!" Her voice climbed, desperate. "Deep! Break it open! Break me open with your cock!" The plea hung in the air, filthy and absolute. She needed it, the destruction, the violation of the tightness he’d just created. Excitement warred with the sharp edge of fear, a cocktail that made her tremble violently. "Break me, Daddy! Fuck, yes! Please!"
Ben didn’t hesitate. He didn’t ease in. He leaned his weight forward, a relentless, steady pressure that ignored the frantic clenching of her muscle ring. Maggie cried out, a high-pitched keen, as her body resisted, stretched impossibly. The clamps dug in cruelly. "Open," Ben commanded, his voice rough gravel. He pushed harder. She felt herself splitting, the tight ring of muscle screaming in protest, forced to yield millimeter by agonizing millimeter. The head of his cock, a brutal intruder, began to breach her. The stretch was searing, a white-hot tear that stole her breath. She sobbed, her fingernails scrabbling against the sheets. "Yesss... fuck... hurts... more!"
He paused, buried just past the crown. Maggie panted, tears streaming, her asshole a burning ring of fire stretched around the thick invasion. She could feel every ridge, every vein. Ben’s hand slapped her ass cheek hard, the impact jolting her entire body. "Take it, whore," he growled. "You begged for this wreck. Take Daddy’s cock." He pulled back slightly, dragging the ridge of his head against her raw inner rim, a fresh wave of torment making her shriek, then slammed forward. This time, he didn’t stop. He powered into her rectum with one brutal, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The sensation was beyond pain – a deep, internal tearing pressure, a fullness that felt like it split her pelvis. Maggie’s scream dissolved into a choked gurgle, her body arching violently, then going rigid.
"Fuuuuck," Ben groaned, a sound of pure satisfaction. He stayed deep, buried in her bowels, letting her feel every inch. "Tight little virgin ass is fucking gone. Look at that," he directed towards the camera, his hips shifting minutely, grinding inside her. Maggie felt the stretch deepen, the burn intensify. Her huge clit throbbed violently, neglected and slick. "See that gaping hole? Chat see it? My cock splitting her open?" He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, letting the camera capture her inflamed, stretched rim clinging to his shaft, the clamps still attached to the puffy outer flesh. "You wanted wrecked? Daddy delivers." He slammed back in to the root. Maggie whimpered, a broken sound. The stretch was less shocking now, replaced by a deep, heavy ache. He began to fuck her asshole in earnest. No gentle strokes. Just hard, deep pistons of his hips, hammering into her rectum. Wet, obscene slaps filled the room as his pelvis met her ass cheeks. Each thrust jolted the clamps. "Yes! Fuck! Use it! Wreck it!" Maggie babbled, the pain transmuting into a dark, all-consuming need. "Harder! Break me deeper!"
Ben obeyed, his pace relentless. He reached around, his fingers finding her huge, slick clit. He didn’t stroke gently; he pinched it roughly between thumb and forefinger, twisting slightly. Maggie’s head snapped back, a guttural roar tearing from her throat. The dual assault – the brutal fucking of her ass and the cruel pinch on her clit – pushed her towards another precipice. "Gonna cum!" she shrieked, her voice ragged. "Gonna cum on Daddy’s cock in my ass!"
"Fucking do it," Ben snarled, pinching harder, fucking deeper. He angled his thrusts, seeking a spot inside her that made her see stars. "Cream all over my cock while I wreck your hole. Show them." Maggie’s body convulsed, a violent tightening that gripped his invading length deep inside her rectum. A hot, thick gush of fluid pulsed from her pussy, soaking her inner thighs and the sheets, a creamy flood born from the savage violation. Ben laughed, a dark, triumphant sound. He kept hammering, kept pinching. The clamps bounced. The chat exploded. On the screen, Maggie’s face was a mask of tortured ecstasy, her fiery hair plastered to her temples, her green eyes glazed and unseeing. He pulled out abruptly, his cock glistening, leaving her asshole gaping obscenely, the inflamed rim clenching futilely around nothing. He spat directly onto the ruined opening. "Halfway there, superstar," he panted, reaching for the massive, knotted toy waiting beside the bed. "Chat wants depth. They want the knot." He coated the monstrous thing in lube, its thick base gleaming. Maggie stared at it, then at her own gaping hole, her breath coming in ragged sobs. The promise in his eyes was terrifying. Exquisite. She braced.