Chapter 16: Flogged and Fucked
Maggie floated in the bruised aftermath, a vessel emptied and trembling. Ben’s hands, slick with her own fluids, worked swiftly at the ropes binding her ankles and wrists. The release from the hogtie position was a profound relief, yet her body remained pliant, unmoored. He lifted her carefully, cradling her against his bare chest, the scent of sex and sweat thick between them. Her head lolled against his shoulder, her fiery hair damp and clinging. The monstrous plug remained lodged deep, a constant reminder of the stretching she’d endured, her asshole still stretched wide around its thick neck.
"Easy, Maggie," Ben murmured, his voice a low rumble against her temple as he carried her across the dim room. "Just float. Let me take care of you." His touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the brutality of the flogger strikes and the relentless suction. He laid her down on the cold stone tiles before the imposing structure dominating one shadowed corner: the St. Andrew’s Cross. Its dark wood beams absorbed the flickering candlelight. He guided her arms overhead, securing her wrists to the top beams with padded leather cuffs. Then her ankles, spreading them wide at the base, exposing her mercilessly.
The cool air kissed her swollen, ravaged flesh. Her clit throbbed like a separate, angry heartbeat. Her cunt felt hollowed out despite the lingering phantom fullness of the dildo, and her ass pulsed around the plug’s intrusion. Ben knelt before her, his hands smoothing over her trembling thighs. "Deep breaths, baby," he instructed softly, his thumbs tracing circles on her hips. "Find that space. Where it’s just sensation. No thinking. Just feel."
He reached behind her, his fingers slicking more cool lube around the base of the Bad Dragon plug. "Gonna give this greedy hole what it needs, Maggie. Gonna fill you right back up." With infinite patience, he began the slow, deliberate process of working the massive plug deeper. It wasn’t the brutal impalement from before. This was a reclamation.
He pushed gently, allowing her stretched muscles to resist, to accommodate, inch by agonizing inch. He paused when she tensed, murmuring reassurances – "That’s it, breathe into it… good girl… so open for me" – until the tension eased, replaced by a profound, stretching pressure. He’d push again. Repeat. The plug sank deeper, filling her ass with its familiar, demanding girth. Maggie’s head thumped back against the cross, a low, desperate moan escaping her gagged mouth. Mmmphhh… ffuuuckkk… It was overwhelming, the relentless stretch, but Ben’s careful control anchored her. He was stuffing her full, but he wouldn’t let her break.
Finally, the flared base seated firmly against her sphincter, stretching it into a wide, obscene circle. A sigh shuddered through her. Full. So incredibly full. Ben stroked her flank, his palm warm and steadying. "Perfect. Taking it all like the perfect fucking slut you are." He leaned in, pressing a kiss just above her engorged, hyper-sensitive clit. The light touch sent jolts through her already overloaded system. Ahhh! Her hips jerked weakly against the restraints.
He stood, retrieving the suede flogger from a nearby hook. The soft leather tails whispered against the floor. He held it up for the laptop camera positioned to capture her bound form, the gaping plug, and the dark, swollen prize between her legs.
"Alright, chat," Ben announced, his voice regaining its commanding edge, though his eyes on Maggie remained watchful. "Ass is full. Clit is begging. You know what to do. Donation amounts for spank intensity. Gentle?" He lightly trailed the suede tails over Maggie’s inner thigh. She flinched. "Medium?" A slightly firmer tap against her mound, nowhere near her clit yet. Mmph! "Or hard?" He let the tails land with a soft thwack on her hip. "Make it rain. Decide how hard she gets her button punished."
The chat exploded. Donation alerts chimed rapidly. Ben watched the screen, a small smile playing on his lips. "Looks like ‘medium-hard’ is winning, with a strong showing for ‘hard’. Consensus says…" He hefted the flogger, positioning himself slightly to Maggie’s side. His free hand rested possessively on her hip. "Deep breath, Maggie. Find center."
The first stroke landed. Not directly on her clit, but across her lower belly and the very top of her pubic mound. THWAP. The suede was soft but carried weight. It stung, a sharp, spreading heat. Maggie gasped against the gag. Ungh!
"Good," Ben murmured. "Just sting. Feel it burn." He adjusted his stance. The next stroke was lower. THWAP. This time, the tails caught the very top curve of her swollen clit. Pain, white-hot and electric, detonated in her core. Maggie shrieked behind the gag, her body snapping taut against the cross, her asshole clenching hard around the plug. EEEEYYYAAHHH!
"Fuck yes," Ben breathed, watching her reaction, the way her clit pulsed violently after the impact. "Look at that little fucker jump." He didn’t rush. He let the sting build, peak, then begin to soften into a deep, throbbing ache before drawing back again.
THWAP. Another precise strike, lower now, the tails wrapping slightly, delivering their sting directly across the hypersensitive tip of her clit. HNNNGGG! FUCK! Maggie’s vision sparked. Her hips bucked wildly, uselessly. The pain was excruciating, unbearable… and it ignited a furnace deep in her cunt. The plug shifted inside her with her convulsions, rubbing brutally against her walls. Pleasure surged, muddying the pain, transforming it into something raw and addictive.
THWAP. THWAP. Two rapid, medium-strength strikes, a barrage across her entire clit and the hood. OOOOHH GOD! YES! YES! FUCK! Maggie babbled incoherently, saliva soaking the gag, words dissolving into desperate, muffled cries. Each strike sent shockwaves through her, directly triggering spasms deep inside her cunt. She felt her inner muscles clutch rhythmically around emptiness, milking the phantom dildo, the sensation amplified tenfold by the plug stretching her back hole. It wasn't a full orgasm, but a relentless, building cascade of mini-explosions, each flogger strike a detonator.
Ben watched her raptly, adjusting his aim based on her reactions, the angle of her hips, the pitch of her cries. He saw the tears leaking from her squeezed-shut eyes, the flush spreading across her chest, the way her swollen clit darkened even further, engorged and begging. He saw her finding that subspace center amidst the storm – the place where pain and pleasure fused into pure, overwhelming sensation. She wasn't fighting. She was taking it, moaning and babbling her desperate acceptance into the gag.
"Such a good fucking slut," he praised, his voice thick. "Taking your punishment. Loving it." He landed another measured stroke, THWAP, deliberately on the left side of her clit. She shrieked, her body arcing. AGHHH! MORE! NEED IT!
The chat was a frenzy. HARDER BEN! MAKE HER SCREAM! SPANK THAT CLIT RAW! Another flurry of donations chimed.
"Chat wants harder, baby," Ben announced, shifting his grip on the flogger handle. "Can you take it? Can that greedy little clit handle it?" He didn't wait for an answer she couldn't give. He drew his arm further back. THWACK! A significantly harder, more focused blow landed squarely on the very tip of her clit.
AAAAAAAAAAIIIEEEEEE! The sound ripped from Maggie’s throat, primal and torn. Her body went rigid, every muscle locked. The pain was blinding, all-consuming for a heartbeat. And then… it detonated. The plug, the flogger strikes, the relentless clenching - everything coalesced into a cataclysm.
A deep, guttural groan vibrated through her gag as her pussy convulsed violently. Not a squirt this time, but a powerful, internal eruption. Wave after wave of pure, clenching orgasm tore through her, centered deep in her cunt and radiating outwards, making her ass spasm around the plug and her tortured clit pulse like a frantic star. It went on and on, her body shaking uncontrollably against the restraints, her cries muffled sobs of utter surrender and ecstasy. FFFFUUUCCCCKKK YEEESSSS! GONNA DIE! SO GOOD!
Ben held the flogger poised, watching her ride the brutal peak. He didn't strike again. He let her shatter, his hand resting lightly on her heaving stomach, feeling the internal tremors. The suede tails brushed her thigh, a soft counterpoint to the inferno she was experiencing. Her head lolled, eyes unfocused, tears streaming. She floated, utterly spent, stuffed full, centered deep in the humming silence of subspace. The plug held her asshole stretched wide, a testament to what she’d taken. Her clit throbbed, a dark, aching beacon. Ben leaned close, his lips brushing her ear. "Beautiful wreck," he whispered. The chat scrolled, demanding more, but for now, in the candlelit stillness, there was only her trembling breath and the echo of her own muffled bliss.
The chat scrolled, demanding more, but for now, in the candlelit stillness, there was only her trembling breath and the echo of her own muffled bliss. Ben watched her, a predator admiring his quivering prey. Her fiery hair clung to her damp temples, her green eyes distant pools reflecting the flickering light. The monstrous plug remained lodged deep, stretching her asshole obscenely wide, a dark, wet circle against her pale skin. Her clit pulsed visibly, a dark, swollen beacon still throbbing from the flogger’s brutal attention.
"Float deep, Maggie," Ben murmured, his voice a low vibration cutting through her haze. He uncuffed her ankles first, the leather straps falling away. Her legs sagged, trembling violently. "Need you standing for this next bit." He moved behind the cross, releasing her wrists. She slumped forward, boneless, but his strong arms caught her under her arms, holding her upright against the cold wood. Her knees buckled. "Steady," he commanded, his grip firm. "Lean back. Let the cross hold you." He pressed her back flush against the dark beams, her ass pressing firmly against the plug’s base. A low groan escaped her gag. Fuck, it’s still so deep.
He knelt before her again, his gaze traveling hungrily from her gaping asshole to her slick, swollen cunt. He grabbed a bottle of chilled lube, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers. The cool gel made her flinch as he slicked her outer lips, her slit, pushing two thick fingers inside her still-quivering channel. She gasped against the gag. Ohgodohgod. He worked her open slowly, stretching her tender flesh, feeling the residual tremors from her last shattering climax. "Chat’s hungry, baby," he said, his fingers curling, finding that spongy spot. She jerked, a muffled cry tearing loose. "They wanna see that greedy cunt stuffed full again. Properly full." He withdrew his fingers, glistening. "Gonna give it to them."
Ben stood, his cock already thick and rigid, glistening with pre-cum. He grabbed a thick, bulbous vibrator, its surface textured, and slicked it heavily with lube. He positioned it against Maggie’s dripping entrance, alongside his cock. The cool silicone pressed against her hot, sensitive flesh. "Deep breath," he ordered, his voice tight with anticipation. He pushed forward slowly, deliberately.
The stretch was immediate, immense. Maggie’s eyes flew wide. Unghhh! The vibrator’s thick head breached her alongside the blunt crown of Ben’s cock. She felt her cunt stretching impossibly wide, accommodating both invading girths simultaneously. It burned, a deep, tearing fullness she hadn’t known was possible. Ben grunted, pushing steadily, forcing both into her tight channel. "Fuck, Maggie… taking it… taking both like a champion fucking whore." Inch by agonizing inch, he fed the vibrator and his cock deeper into her resisting heat. Her inner muscles fluttered wildly, trying to clench, overwhelmed by the sheer volume filling her. She felt stuffed, stretched to her absolute limit, every nerve screaming. Too much! Full! So fucking full!
He bottomed out, his balls pressed against her ass, the vibrator buried deep alongside him. Maggie whimpered continuously, her body rigid against the cross, her hips instinctively trying to push away the overwhelming intrusion but pinned in place. Ben grabbed another vibrator, smaller, bullet-shaped. He flicked it on, a low, insistent hum filling the air. Without preamble, he pressed it directly against the hypersensitive tip of her monstrously swollen clit.
AHHHHH! Maggie screamed into the gag, her body convulsing violently. The dual assault was catastrophic. The deep, unyielding fullness in her cunt – the hard cock and thick vibrating silicone rubbing against each other, stretching her walls obscenely – combined with the relentless, buzzing pressure on her tortured clit. It was sensory overload cranked past any sane threshold. Pleasure and pain fused into a white-hot wire running straight from her clit to her core. Her pussy spasmed wildly around the double intrusion, trying to grip, to milk, overwhelmed. Fuckfuckfuck! Can’t!
"Feel that?" Ben growled, his voice strained as he held himself deep, feeling her cunt clench and flutter around him and the toy. He adjusted the bullet vibrator, grinding it harder against her throbbing clit. "Feel how fucking full you are? How that greedy hole is sucking us both in?" He pulled his hips back slowly, dragging his cock and the vibrator through her tight, stretched passage. The textured silicone rubbed brutally against her sensitized walls. Maggie’s head thrashed side to side, drool soaking the gag, her cries desperate, muffled pleas. Please! More! Stop! Don’t stop!
He thrust back in hard, a deep, punishing stroke that shoved the vibrator deeper, grinding it against her cervix. OOOOHHH GOD! The low buzz on her clit was a constant torment, keeping her teetering on the razor's edge, amplifying every sensation a thousandfold. Ben set a relentless pace, fucking her with deep, powerful strokes, the vibrator trapped inside her alongside his cock. Each thrust stretched her obscenely wide, the friction intense, the pressure unbearable. The plug in her ass shifted with every drive of his hips, adding another layer of brutal fullness. Maggie’s vision blurred. She was nothing but sensation: the hard wood at her back, the cold air on her skin, the deep ache in her ass, the impossible stretch and burn in her cunt, the relentless, maddening buzz on her clit.
"Yeah, fuck!" Ben groaned, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her heaving chest. "Look at you… stuffed full… clit buzzing… fucking ruined." He pistoned into her, the wet slap of flesh on flesh echoing in the room, mingling with the low hum of the vibrators and Maggie’s choked, continuous moans. Her huge clit jumped violently under the bullet vibrator with every deep thrust. Her cunt was a slick, clenching vice around the double invasion, trying desperately to milk them both. The orgasm built not as a wave, but as a terrifying pressure cooker, the heat and friction and buzz threatening to explode her from the inside out. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. She could only take it, her body betraying her mind, bucking against him, seeking the impossible peak. Gonna break! Gonna shatter!
Ben slammed into her, holding deep, grinding the vibrator against her cervix. He pressed the bullet harder onto her clit, twisting it slightly. "Cum, Maggie!" he roared, his voice raw. "Cum around my cock and that fucking toy! Show them how much you love being stuffed! Show them your filthy, stretched-out cunt milking it!"
The command, the brutal fullness, the grinding pressure, the relentless buzz – it detonated the pressure cooker. Maggie’s body locked rigid. A silent, airless scream tore from her lungs behind the gag. Her cunt clenched with terrifying, convulsive force around Ben’s cock and the vibrator, a series of violent, rhythmic spasms that felt like her insides were tearing apart. Pleasure, white-hot and annihilating, ripped through her, centered on her clit but radiating outwards, engulfing her entire pelvis, her spine, her limbs. It wasn't ecstasy; it was obliteration. Her vision whited out. She felt the hot gush of her release flooding around the intruders, soaking Ben’s thighs. Wave after crashing wave of pure, clenching agony-ecstasy tore through her, leaving her shuddering uncontrollably, pinned between the cross and Ben’s relentless hold. YYYYEEESSSS! FUCK! DESTROYED!
Ben held her through the violent tremors, feeling her cunt milk him and the toy with desperate, weakening pulses. He kept the vibrator pressed hard against her twitching clit, prolonging the brutal aftershocks until her cries dissolved into shuddering sobs. Slowly, he withdrew his cock, slick and glistening, followed by the thick vibrator sliding out with a wet, obscene sound. Her cunt gaped momentarily, slick and swollen, before slowly closing. The plug remained, a sentinel in her ass. Maggie hung limp against the cross, utterly spent, her consciousness flickering. The low buzz on her clit continued, a persistent, maddening reminder. Ben watched her ruined form, her chest heaving, her clit still pulsing under the vibrator. The chat exploded, demanding more. He smiled, dark and satisfied. "Just getting started, baby," he murmured, his hand drifting down to trace her gaping, dripping entrance. "Chat wants to see how much deeper we can go." Her exhausted whimper was the only answer.
Her exhausted whimper was the only answer. Ben traced the slick, trembling mess between her legs, his finger skimming her gaping, dripping cunt entrance and the obscenely stretched rim of her asshole around the plug’s thick base. The chill of the lube had faded, leaving only raw heat and the persistent, maddening buzz of the bullet vibrator still grinding against her monstrously swollen clit. "Hear that, Maggie?" he murmured, nodding towards the laptop where donation alerts chimed like manic crickets. "They’re fucking rabid. Want more. Always more." He adjusted the bullet vibrator, pressing its humming tip harder into the hypersensitive peak of her clit. She flinched violently, a choked sob muffled by the silicone gag filling her mouth, tears cutting tracks through the sweat on her cheeks. "Yeah," Ben breathed, watching her tortured clit pulse under the vibration. "Bet that feels like a live wire jammed right into your spine."
He reached for a small black remote, its screen glowing faintly. "Chat’s been busy," he announced, his voice projecting slightly for the microphone. "Donations unlocked the big leagues." He pressed a button. Inside her cunt, the thick, inflatable dildo he’d removed earlier hadn’t been idle; he’d quietly reinserted its deflated bulb while she was convulsing. Now, with a low pneumatic hiss, it began expanding. Maggie’s eyes snapped open wide, a guttural sound tearing from her throat. HUNNNGGG! Her body arched off the cross. The sensation was brutal, immediate – a relentless, internal stretching pressure blooming deep inside her already violated channel. It pushed against her walls, filling the space Ben’s cock had vacated and then some, relentless, unforgiving. "Feel it stretching that greedy hole?" Ben asked, his thumb finding the underside of her huge clit, rubbing in tight circles against the vibrating torment already there. "Filling you up nice and proper."
The inflation continued, slow and agonizing. Maggie felt stuffed beyond capacity, her cunt walls screaming protest as the bulb swelled, forcing her open from the inside. Her breath came in ragged, whistling gasps through her nose. Too much! Full! Yet, beneath the tearing pressure, a treacherous heat coiled. Ben watched the monitor displaying internal pressure readings. "Sixty percent... seventy..." He pinched her clit suddenly, hard, twisting the vibrator against it simultaneously. "Eighty-five. Look at that cunt stretch, chat. Pure fucking filth." Maggie thrashed weakly, her cries dissolving into high-pitched whines. The plug in her ass shifted with her movements, adding its own deep ache to the symphony of violation. "Ninety-five," Ben announced, his voice tight. "Greedy little slut’s taking it all. One hundred percent." The hissing stopped. She was packed impossibly full, the inflated bulb a hard, unyielding mass inside her, stretching her cunt obscenely wide, its presence undeniable, inescapable. He tapped the bullet vibrator, switching it to a higher, more punishing frequency. ZZZZZZZT. "Now," Ben commanded, his free hand grabbing her hip, fingers digging in. "Clench."
The command, the brutal fullness, the sudden vicious buzz on her clit – it detonated her. Maggie’s body locked rigid against the cross. A silent, seismic shudder wracked her. Her cunt convulsed with terrifying force around the inflated intrusion, a series of deep, rippling spasms that felt like her insides were trying to tear the toy apart. Pleasure, sharp and annihilating, detonated at her clit and radiated outwards, a supernova engulfing her pelvis. It wasn't ecstasy; it was a white-hot fracture. Her vision tunneled. She felt the hot flood of her release gushing around the toy, slicking her thighs anew. Wave after wave tore through her, leaving her gulping air, trembling like a leaf in a storm, pinned by sensation. YYYEEESSSS! RUINED!
Ben held her through the violent tremors, feeling her cunt pulse weakly against the inflated mass. He kept the vibrator pressed hard, prolonging the brutal aftershocks. Slowly, the convulsions subsided, leaving her utterly limp, held up only by his grip on her hip and the cross at her back. Sweat gleamed on her skin. Her huge clit throbbed obscenely under the relentless vibrator. The inflated dildo remained, a sentinel of violation. Ben scanned the scrolling chat, a dark smile touching his lips. "Fuck yeah they liked that," he muttered. "But they’re restless beasts. Always hungry." He pulled the vibrator away from her clit. The sudden absence was a shock, leaving the swollen nub pulsing in the cool air, hypersensitive and exposed. Maggie whimpered, the sound pure, shattered relief mixed with a terrifying emptiness. Ben knelt, retrieving something metallic and gleaming from a case on the floor. Cold steel brushed her inner thigh. Maggie’s exhausted eyes focused slowly, dread warring with a dark, traitorous curiosity. What fresh hell? Ben held up a small, vicious-looking clit clamp for the camera, its adjustable screws glinting. "Seems fitting," he said, his thumb testing the tension spring. "Time to really make that pretty little torture button sing." Her breath hitched. The cold metal hovered inches from her pulsing, ravaged nerve center. The plug stretched her ass. The dildo inflated her cunt. Now this? Her green eyes, wide with exhaustion and something darker, met his. Ben’s smile widened. "Don’t worry, superstar," he murmured, positioning the cruel jaws. "The chat loves a symphony."