Chapter 15: The Second Wrecking
Maggie floated somewhere beyond pain or pleasure, suspended in the thick syrup of subspace. Her wrists and ankles were still bound behind her, the hogtie position arching her back obscenely, forcing her swollen, glistening pussy high into the air. The monstrous Bad Dragon plug stretched her asshole wide, a constant, intense pressure that vibrated faintly with every ragged breath she managed through the thick silicone gag stuffing her mouth. Saliva soaked the gag and dripped onto the plush velvet throw beneath her face. Her entire world was the ache, the stretch, the desperate throb of her engorged clit.
Ben knelt between her splayed thighs, his gaze flicking between Maggie’s wrecked body and the laptop screen angled discreetly to the side. The chat scrolled relentlessly.
_KnotSlut69: HOLY FUCK DID YOU SEE THAT GAPE?!_
_DommyDaddy420: Donation sent! MAKE THAT CUNT PUFF UP AGAIN! Show us the greedy hole!_
_ClitQueenObsessed: Ben suck that monster clit NOW! Fucking vacuum it!_
A low chuckle escaped Ben. "Hear that, Maggie? Your adoring public demands an encore." He reached out, his fingers tracing the slick, distended rim of her asshole stretched impossibly wide around the textured base of the plug. Maggie whimpered, a muffled, broken sound against the gag. The simple touch sent electric shocks through her overloaded nerves. "Such a good girl," Ben murmured, his voice thick with admiration and something darker. "Took that monster like it was made for you. And now..."
His hand moved forward, sliding through the rivers of her arousal soaking her inner thighs and the couch. His thumb found her clit immediately, a hard, swollen nub the size of the tip of his thumb, protruding boldly. It pulsed violently under his touch. Maggie jerked, straining against her bonds, a high-pitched keening sound escaping around the gag.
"Yeah," Ben breathed, his eyes locked on her clit. "Fucking magnificent. Look at it." He applied pressure, rubbing in tight, deliberate circles. "Bet you can feel every single nerve screaming, can't you, slut?"
Maggie’s hips bucked helplessly. Yes! her mind screamed. More!
Ben leaned down, his breath hot on her hypersensitive flesh. Then his mouth was on her. Not gentle. Not teasing. He sucked her entire engorged clit into his mouth, enveloping it with wet, demanding heat. His tongue flattened against it, pressing hard while his lips created suction.
Maggie saw stars. Her body went rigid, a silent scream trapped behind the gag. Her hips jerked frantically, seeking more pressure, more sensation. The world dissolved into pure, blinding sensation radiating out from that single, tortured point of flesh. The plug in her ass, the gag, the ropes – they were anchors holding her drowning in this tidal wave.
He sucked hard, pulling at her clit, releasing with a wet pop, then diving back in, his tongue now flicking rapidly against the straining tip. Over and over. Suck, flick, release. Suck harder, tongue swirling. Maggie was incoherent, lost in a vortex of overwhelming sensation. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around the thick, inflatable dildo still buried deep inside her, milking it obscenely. More fluid gushed out, soaking Ben’s chin.
Then he pulled away completely. The sudden absence was agony. Maggie whined desperately.
"Shhh," Ben soothed, but his eyes held a predatory glint. He reached for the vacuum pump resting beside them on the couch – a small, plastic cylinder attached to a manual pump. He positioned the clear cup over Maggie’s glistening, swollen clit. "Let’s make this pretty little torture button even prettier, shall we?"
He began to pump. Schlick… schlick… schlick…
The suction pulled Maggie’s clit taut, stretching it upwards inside the tube. She could feel the tissues swelling rapidly, engorging with blood under the relentless pressure. The sensation was a strange mix of intense stretching and deep, throbbing ache. Ben pumped steadily, watching with fascination as her clit visibly grew within the chamber, becoming plumper, darker, impossibly sensitive.
_ClitQueenObsessed: YESSSS!!! PUMP THAT CLIT HUGE! MAKE IT THROB!_
_SizeMattersAll: Damn! That’s bigger than my dick!_
Maggie felt like her clit was being pulled out of her body. It throbbed violently against the walls of the tube. The ache was profound, deep in her pelvis. Tears leaked from her tightly shut eyes. It was too much. It was everything.
After a dozen pumps, Ben released the valve with a soft hiss. The vacuum broke. Her clit sprang back, engorged to nearly twice its usual size, a dark, glistening bulb of hypersensitive nerve endings. It pulsed visibly. Ben immediately lowered his mouth again, engulfing the swollen prize. His lips clamped down ruthlessly, his tongue lashing the hyper-sensitive tip.
The contrast was devastating. The sudden, intense wet heat and friction on the massively engorged, vacuum-stretched clit after the deep ache of suction. Maggie’s body convulsed. A guttural cry tore past the gag. Her pussy clenched violently around the dildo, squirting a fresh wave of fluid that splashed Ben’s chest. The orgasm tore through her, wave after crashing wave, leaving her trembling violently, gasping for air she couldn't quite catch.
Ben didn't stop. He sucked ferociously, his head bobbing, his tongue relentless. "That's it," he growled against her flesh, the vibrations sending fresh tremors through her. "Squirt for me, Maggie. Show them how much you fucking love it. Show them what a desperate, stretched-out, clit-addicted slut you are." He punctuated his words with sharp, biting nips around the base of her swollen clit.
Maggie was beyond thought. Every nerve ending was a live wire. The brutal fullness of her ass, the thick intrusion in her cunt, the ropes biting into her skin, Ben’s mouth torturing her monstrously sensitive clit – it was sensory overload pushed past any sane limit. Another orgasm slammed into her, weaker but no less intense, a shuddering ripple that made her toes curl and her fingers clench uselessly behind her back. A thin stream of urine joined the mess soaking the velvet beneath her hips.
Finally, Ben pulled back. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes gleaming as he surveyed his handiwork. Maggie’s clit stood proud and huge, dark red, slick with spit and her own fluids, visibly throbbing. Her asshole remained stretched obscenely wide around the plug’s thick neck. She lay limp, boneless, trembling intermittently, her breath still ragged huffs through the gag. Her green eyes were glazed, unfocused, lost somewhere far away.
He ran a finger gently around the stretched rim of her pussy, slick with lube and her juices, feeling the hard outline of the inflatable dildo within. "Fucking beautiful," he breathed, almost to himself. He glanced at the laptop. The chat was a frenzied blur of donations and demands.
_TightBoundSlut: MORE! MAKE HER CUM AGAIN!_
_GapeLover777: KEEP THE PLUG IN! DON'T LET HER REST!_
_ClitWorshipper: BEN SPANK HER CLIT! PLEASE! SPANK THAT HUGE CLIT!_
Ben grinned, a feral expression. He leaned close to Maggie’s ear, his voice a low growl cutting through her haze. "You hear them, baby? They don't want this to stop. They want to see how deep the rabbit hole goes." His hand slid back, finding her impossibly swollen, hypersensitive clit. He didn't stroke it. He didn't suck it.
He drew his hand back slightly, fingers poised.
"And frankly," he whispered, his breath hot on her ear, "neither do I." His hand snapped forward in a sharp, stinging flick against the very tip of her throbbing clit.
A raw, animal sound tore from Maggie's gagged throat. Her entire body spasmed. The shockwave of pain-pleasure was electric, immediate, cutting through the fog of subspace like a lightning bolt. Her hips bucked wildly against her restraints. Her eyes flew open wide, pupils blown black with shock and burgeoning, terrifying arousal.
Ben watched the shuddering response ripple through her bound form, the desperate twist of her hips seeking contact, punishment, more. The savage flick had ignited something raw and primal beneath the exhaustion. He raised his hand again, poised for another strike. The flickering candlelight caught the slick sheen on her tortured clit. The dungeon air crackled with the scent of sex, sweat, and anticipation. Maggie's ragged breaths hitched, waiting. The screen beside them pulsed with lurid light and relentless demands. The velvet beneath her felt cold and sticky.
The velvet beneath her felt cold and sticky. Ben’s hand snapped down again, a sharp, precise sting landing directly on the hyper-sensitive tip of Maggie’s throbbing clit. "Fuck!" The sound ripped past her gag, muffled but raw.
Electric pain-pleasure jolted up her spine. Her bound body arched violently, asshole clenching around the monstrous plug, pussy spasming against the thick, vibrating intrusion. Tears welled, spilling over.
"Look at it jump," Ben murmured, fascinated, watching the dark, swollen nub pulse erratically. He flicked it again, harder. "Like a frantic little heart." Maggie whimpered, a high-pitched, desperate keen escaping the silicone filling her mouth. Her hips bucked helplessly, seeking the next strike, the next impossible jolt. The sting was a lightning bolt grounding her shattered nerves.
SPANK!
He landed three quick, sharp smacks in rapid succession. Each impact sent visible tremors through her engorged flesh. Her clit burned, a white-hot pinpoint radiating agony and ecstasy through her entire pelvis. She thrashed, ropes biting into wrists and ankles, the hogtie forcing her swollen cunt higher into the air, a perfect target. Fluids – sweat, spit, slick arousal – dripped onto the plush fabric beneath her.
"Hurts so good, doesn't it?" Ben taunted, his voice low and rough. He traced the outline of her distended clit with a fingertip, the light touch almost worse than the blows. "Your greedy little button loves being punished. Begging for it." He pinched the very tip suddenly, hard, twisting slightly. Maggie screamed into the gag, her vision greying at the edges. The sensation was shattering, unbearable, necessary.
He released the pinch, leaving the swollen nub throbbing obscenely. "Chat wants more, Maggie," he said, glancing at the laptop screen glowing luridly beside them. "They wanna see just how wrecked you get." His finger slid down, slick with her fluids, and plunged two knuckles deep into her sodden cunt alongside the thick dildo. He curled them, finding that spongy spot inside.
Maggie choked, her body seizing. It was too much, the brutal fullness, the vibration, the rough intrusion, the screaming sensitivity of her clit. Ben worked his fingers ruthlessly, rubbing that spot with aggressive pressure while his thumb found her tortured clit again. Not stroking. Just resting, a heavy, threatening pressure on the inflamed nerve center.
"Gonna make you break," he growled, his fingers pistoning inside her, stretching her impossibly wide around the dildo’s girth. "Gonna make that filthy cunt explode." He pushed deeper, harder, the heel of his hand grinding against her clit with each thrust.
The pressure built, a terrifying avalanche gathering force deep in her belly. It coiled, tightened, a spring wound past its limit. The plug in her ass, the dildo, his fingers, the brutal pressure on her clit – it fused into a single, overwhelming demand for release. A sound like tearing silk ripped from her throat.
"Now, slut," Ben commanded, grinding his palm hard against her pulsing clit while his fingers hooked and pulled inside her. "SQUIRT!"
It detonated.
Not a gush, but a violent eruption. A pressurized jet of clear fluid shot from Maggie's cunt with shocking force, arcing high, splattering across Ben's chest, his neck, dripping down onto the already soaked velvet. Her entire body locked in a rigid, excruciating arch, every muscle straining against the ropes. Her asshole gaped obscenely around the plug’s thick base.
Another agonizing spasm wracked her. A second torrent burst forth, soaking Ben’s forearm, his stomach. It kept coming, wave after shuddering wave, a continuous, forceful stream that seemed to drain her from the inside out. Her eyes rolled back, mouth slack around the gag, lost in a silent, world-shattering convulsion. The force of the squirting pushed the inflatable dildo slightly out before it was sucked back in with the next violent clench.
Ben kept his hand there, letting her drench him, watching the primal spectacle with fierce intensity. Her pussy spasmed like a frantic heartbeat around his fingers and the toy, milking out every last drop. The stream weakened, becoming a pulsing gush, then a trickle, then just slick, quivering emptiness. Maggie collapsed like a puppet with cut strings, utterly spent, limbs trembling violently within her bonds, chest heaving against the cold, sticky velvet. Her engorged clit throbbed with each frantic heartbeat, a dark, wet beacon on her ravaged flesh. She floated in a void, aware only of the brutal ache and the distant, frantic scrolling of the chat celebrating her destruction. Ben slowly withdrew his fingers, slick and glistening. He held them up for the camera, letting her fluids drip. "Fucking magnificent," he breathed, a dark promise in his eyes as he looked down at her broken form. The chamber reeked of sex and spent release.
ClitSlapperPrime: MORE SPANKING! MAKE HER ASS PINK!
GapeQueen4Life: LEAVE THE PLUG IN HER ASSHOLE!
Domin8rBen: SUCK HER PUSSY NEXT!
"Jesus, they’re relentless," Ben muttered, wiping Maggie’s fluids from his chin with the back of his hand. The salty tang lingered. He studied her: chest heaving against the damp velvet, fiery hair plastered to her temples, green eyes glazed and distant. A thin line of drool escaped the silicone gag. She was deep, lost in the bruised aftermath. Perfect. He traced a finger down her inner thigh, feeling the tremor that ran through her exhausted muscles. "You hear that, Maggie? They’re not done with you. I’m not done with you." His fingertip brushed the obscenely swollen, dark red nub of her clit. She flinched violently, a choked sob muffled by the gag. "Oh, you feel that, huh? Still so fucking sensitive. Still begging for it."
He positioned himself kneeling between her splayed thighs again. The monstrous Bad Dragon plug remained lodged in her ass, its thick base stretching her hole into a dark, wet circle. The inflatable dildo still vibrated faintly within her cunt, a persistent hum against her overstimulated nerves. Ben gripped her hipbone, pinning her trembling form. His other hand hovered over her tortured clit. "Remember what they want? What you need?" He didn’t wait for an answer she couldn’t give.
He gently sucked her clit into his mouth, letting the heat and wet sensation overtake everything else. No rush, no demand. Only his quiet worship, sometimes swallowing the taste of her and his saliva.
Her clit throbbed and twitched, pulled down by its own weight. He lavished it with that deep kiss until she came back to herself.