Chapter 2: 1 xs
The red light of the camera burned against Maggie’s closed eyelids. Leather cuffs held her wrists firm against the cool, dark wood of the headboard; her ankles, spread obscenely wide, were anchored just as securely to the footboard. Every trembling breath made her ribs expand against the restraint, the scent of vanilla and leather thick in the still air. Beneath the low hum of the lamp, she could hear her own pulse, a frantic drumming in her ears, and the slick, obscene sound of Ben liberally coating the smallest plug with lube beside her.
"Look at me, Maggie." Ben’s voice, usually laced with a tech-bro calm, was rough gravel. She forced her eyes open. He knelt between her splayed legs, the flickering candlelight catching the lenses of his glasses, turning them opaque for a second. In his hand, the glass plug gleamed, slick and cool, pear-shaped and deceptively innocent. "They’re watching," he murmured, tilting his head towards the camera’s unblinking eye. "Watching you offer up this tight little virgin asshole."
The chat scrolled rapidly on the monitor beside the bed:
show us the hole!
fuck yes stretch that bitch wide
Ben ur a god
slow stretch for the redhead slut!
cum on her ass when ur done!
Ben’s thumb, slick and cool with lube, found the tiny, tightly furled pucker between her ass cheeks. Maggie gasped, a sharp intake of breath that hitched in her throat. Her clit throbbed in agonized counterpoint, swollen and neglected. "Oh fuck," she whimpered, the sensation utterly foreign, a violation that sparked fire along her nerves.
"Shhh," Ben soothed, though his eyes were hard. "Just relax. Let it happen. Let them see you open." He pressed the pad of his thumb against her, not pushing in, just applying steady, impossible pressure. Her body fought instinctively, muscles clenching tight, trying to repel the invasion. "Fight me, and it’ll hurt worse, princess. Open for the plug. Open for the camera."
He leaned forward, his free hand moving down to her pussy. Two fingers slid into her soaked cunt without preamble, curling hard against her front wall. Maggie cried out, back arching, the sudden, deep pleasure momentarily overriding the insistent pressure at her ass. "That’s it," Ben growled, his fingers pumping inside her, a filthy counter-rhythm to the relentless pressure of his thumb. "Get that greedy cunt dripping while I work on this other greedy hole. Show them how wet you are for your ass getting fucked."
He scissored his fingers inside her, stretching her pussy lips obscenely wide for the camera. The thick, clear slickness coating his fingers glistened in the light. Chat exploded:
HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THAT PUSSY JUICE
fuckin waterfall
Ben knows how to work her
make her cum from pussy while he wrecks ass
PUSH THE PLUG IN ALREADY!!
As Maggie moaned, lost in the dual assault – the deep, familiar pleasure in her cunt and the terrifying, thrilling pressure at her ass – Ben withdrew his fingers. Before she could register the loss, the cool, rounded tip of the glass plug replaced his thumb, pressing directly against her clenched entrance. She froze.
"No!" The word was a breathless gasp, instinctual fear flaring.
"Yes," Ben countered, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr inches from her ear. He was close, his own arousal evident in the strained tendons of his neck, the flush creeping up from his collar. "It’s happening, Maggie. Your tight little asshole is taking its first cock. Well… toy. For now." He applied steady, unrelenting pressure. "Push out, slut. Like you’re taking a shit. Open for it."
Tears welled in Maggie’s green eyes, blurring the canopy above. Humiliation warred with a dark, burgeoning need. She obeyed, bearing down weakly, feeling the impossible resistance. The glass was so cold, so alien. She felt the delicate ring of muscle scream in protest, burning as it was forced to yield. Inch by agonizing millimeter, the widest part of the pear-shaped plug pushed against her.
"FUCK! Ben! Oh god, it burns!" Her cry was raw, ripped from her throat. She writhed against the restraints, the leather biting into her skin. The stretch was immense, a tearing, searing fullness that felt like it would split her open.
"Shut up and take it," Ben commanded, his own breath ragged. He twisted the plug slightly, the smooth glass dragging against her protesting flesh. "Look at the camera. Show them your face while your ass gets filled."
Maggie turned her head, vision swimming. The red light glared back. She imagined thousands of unseen eyes watching her agony, her debasement. The thought sent a perverse jolt straight to her clit. Her hips jerked involuntarily, a useless motion against the restraints.
"Good girl," Ben murmured, a thread of genuine awe in his voice as he watched the glass slowly disappear into her body. "Look at that. Your virgin hole swallowing its first toy. Taking it so deep." With one final, firm push, the widest part of the plug popped past her sphincter.
Maggie screamed. A ragged, broken sound. The stretch was blinding, a white-hot agony of invasion deep inside her. She felt impossibly full, stuffed, the cold glass a shocking presence where nothing had ever been. Her body clenched violently around the intrusion, trying to expel it, the muscles spasming wildly.
Ben held it there, deep. He ran a finger around the stretched rim of her anus, where it hugged the narrow neck of the plug just before the flared base. The touch was electric, a searing pinpoint on the raw, burning ring. "Fuck, look at that," he breathed, almost to himself. "Stretched so pretty. Pink and open. Not so virgin now, are we?" He gave the plug a slight tug. Maggie whimpered, the movement sending fresh waves of pain-pleasure through her core.
The chat was a frenzy:
OMG SHE TOOK IT!
that scream! fuck yeah!
her asshole looks so fuckin tight
base is deep inside holy shit
BIGGER BEN GO BIGGER
spank her clit!!
make her cum with that plug in her ass!
Ben leaned back, surveying his work. Maggie’s chest heaved, tears streaking her temples, her fiery hair plastered to her damp skin. Her pussy glistened, untouched but dripping. The glass plug sat deep in her ass, its base a cool disc against her skin. He picked up the next toy from the silk sheet – the medium-sized obsidian silicone plug, bulbous and unforgiving, significantly thicker than the glass one currently stretching her.
"Rest, princess," he said, his voice thick with anticipation and exertion. He picked up the lube again. "That was just the appetizer. This," he held up the dark silicone plug, letting the camera catch its menacing shape, "is where we really start stretching that greedy hole." He squirted a thick dollop of lube onto his fingers. "Ready to feel what real filling feels like?" His slick fingers circled her stretched rim, pressing gently where the glass plug disappeared inside her. Maggie could only whimper, her body trembling, the burn a constant throb, her mind already dreading and craving the next impossible stretch. The red light watched, unblinking. The chat screamed for more. Ben’s fingers dipped lower, gathering her pussy slickness, mixing it with the lube, preparing her ruined ring for the next violation. The slow wrecking had only just begun so.
The burn settled into a deep, insistent ache. Maggie gasped, her body trembling against the restraints. Every slight shift made the glass plug inside her ass radiate heat. Ben’s slick finger circled the stretched rim, a feather-light torment that drew another sharp gasp. "Feel it, Maggie?" he murmured, his voice husky from exertion and arousal. "Feel that virgin hole conquered? Full of cold glass?"
Fuck, Maggie thought, the tears drying sticky on her temples. It’s so deep. So fucking deep. Like it’s reaching places inside me that don’t exist. "It… it burns," she whispered, the confession raw. "But… it’s there. I can feel every curve." She clenched down experimentally. The plug shifted minutely, sending a jolt of sharp sensation up her spine. "Oh! It… moves." Her voice hitched. "Feels like… like the first time something real was inside me." She met Ben’s gaze, her green eyes wide. "My ass… it’s not mine anymore. It’s yours. It’s theirs." She nodded towards the camera. The chat scrolled faster.
Ben’s thumb brushed over her swollen clit, a brief spark that made her jerk. "Good girl," he rasped. "Tell them more. While I get a better angle on that wrecked little face." He withdrew his touch, leaving her clit throbbing. Efficiently, he grabbed a small, flexible tripod from the nightstand, unfolding it with a click. He attached his phone, the screen dark for a moment before flashing to life. He positioned it inches from Maggie’s face, angled to capture the sheen of sweat, the dilation of her pupils, the tremble of her lower lip. The red light glowed menacingly close. "Keep talking, slut. Let ’em hear you while they see you."
Maggie stared into the tiny lens, the proximity overwhelming. Her breath hitched. "It… it felt like tearing," she began, her voice thin. "When he pushed it in. Like my body didn’t know how to… to open." She swallowed. "The cold… Jesus, the cold inside my ass…" She closed her eyes for a second, reliving it. "Then… that pop. When the fat part went in." Her eyes snapped open, meeting the camera lens directly, a flicker of defiance mixing with the vulnerability. "It owned me then. Filled me up so deep I couldn’t breathe. My asshole just… swallowed it. Like it was hungry." She shifted, the plug shifting again, a moan escaping her. "Fuck, it’s still hungry."
Ben, watching the main stream monitor, smirked. He reached back to the black silk sheet. With deliberate slowness, he placed three new toys beside her hip, arranging them for the camera to see clearly. Each was visibly thicker than the glass plug currently stretching her. One was smooth, jet-black silicone, tapering to a thick, blunt head. Another was ridged, deep purple, each ridge wider than the last. The third was a gleaming chrome metal sphere, cold and unforgiving, slightly larger than the others in girth. "Alright, perverts," Ben announced, his voice carrying easily to both cameras. "Time to vote. Option one: the Blackhole." He tapped the smooth silicone. "Option two: the Ridge Ripper." His finger traced the purple ridges. "Option three: the Cold Core." He flicked the metal sphere; it made a soft ping. "Chat decides what wrecks Maggie’s freshly popped asshole next. One minute. Drop your votes. Make it good."
The chat exploded into a frenzy:
VOTE BLACKHOLE SMOOTH STRETCH!
RIDGE RIPPER GAPE HER WIDE!
COLD CORE YESSSS METAL IN THAT ASS!
SHE NEEDS THE RIDGES TO TRAIN THAT HOLE!
BLACKHOLE FOR DEPTH SLUT!
METAL FOR THE WIN MAKE HER SCREAM!
Ben watched the stream, a predatory gleam in his eye. He picked up the lube bottle, thick white liquid glopping out onto his waiting palm. He warmed it between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the scrolling chaos. Maggie watched him, her breath shallow, the plug a constant, demanding presence inside her. The new camera captured the rapid flutter of her eyelashes, the bead of sweat tracing her jawline. "Please," she whispered, unsure who she was begging – Ben, the chat, or the inevitable toy. "Pick it. Please pick it faster."
The minute stretched like taffy. Ben’s slick hand drifted to the glass plug’s base. Not pulling, just resting. Possessing. Maggie whimpered, anticipating movement. "Chat’s loving your desperation, Red," he murmured. "Loving the fear in those pretty eyes." He gave the plug the tiniest twist. Maggie cried out, arching against the cuffs. "They want to hear you beg for whatever they choose."
"Please!" Maggie gasped, the sound ripped from her throat, echoing slightly in the mic of the close-up camera. "Please just… fuck my ass! Stretch it more! I need it! I need that stretch! Whatever you pick… I’ll take it! I’ll be good! Fuck!"
"Time's up," Ben announced, his eyes scanning the final flood of votes. He grinned, a sharp, feral thing. "Looks like the Ridge Ripper takes it." He picked up the deep purple, ridged plug. It looked obscenely thick next to the glass one. "Chat wants to feel those ridges tear through your newly opened hole, Maggie. Wants to watch your face when each knot pops in." He coated the vicious-looking toy liberally with the slick lube, the ridges catching the thick white fluid. "Say thank you to chat, slut."
Maggie stared at the purple monstrosity, terror and excitement warring. "Th-thank you," she breathed into the close-up lens, her voice trembling. "Thank you for picking the ridges. Please… please wreck my ass with them." Ben positioned the blunt, ridged tip against her stretched, glistening hole, right where the glass plug disappeared. He hooked a finger under the glass plug’s base. "Deep breath, Delaney," he ordered, his voice tight with anticipation. "This is gonna hurt like hell."
Ben hooked a finger under the cool glass base nestled against Maggie’s stretched rim. "Deep breath, Delaney," he ordered, his voice tight. "This is gonna hurt like hell." Maggie sucked air, her ribs straining against the leather cuffs. The chat screamed obscene encouragement on the monitor beside them.
His thumb found her swollen clit, slick and throbbing. He rubbed hard circles, the pressure sharp and electric against the raw nerve bundle. Maggie gasped, her hips jerking uselessly against the restraints. "Fuck! Ben!" The dual sensation – the plug deep in her ass, his thumb grinding her clit – was overwhelming. He spanked her clit sharply, twice, the sound a wet slap echoing slightly. Pain-pleasure jolted through her core, making her cry out, her cunt clenching around nothing. "Oh god! Yes! Spank it! Harder!"
"Good slut," Ben growled, his thumb continuing its relentless assault while his other hand maintained pressure on the plug. Her clit pulsed under his touch, engorged and hypersensitive. He spanked it again, a stinging blow that drew another sharp cry. "Take the sting for your greedy asshole." He withdrew his thumb abruptly, leaving her clit throbbing and exposed. Then, with a firm, slow twist, he pulled the glass plug free.
Maggie whimpered as the cold intrusion slid out. The sudden emptiness was profound, a hollow ache deep inside her bowels. She felt her asshole flutter open, gaping slightly, the stretched ring of muscle exposed and glistening with lube under the candlelight. The camera zoomed in, capturing the tiny, involuntary pulse of her ruined hole. Chat erupted:
HOLE IS OPEN!
look at that gape!
fuckin wrecked already
needs filling NOW
ridge ripper time!
Ben discarded the glass plug onto the silk sheet. He picked up the thick, purple ridged monstrosity, its bulbous head already slicked white. He pressed the blunt tip against her tender, gaping entrance. Maggie flinched. The stretch from the glass plug was still a burning memory; the ridges looked impossibly wide. "Easy," Ben murmured, though his eyes were fierce behind his glasses. "Slow unfurling, remember? Like you begged." He applied steady, unrelenting pressure. The widest ridge pressed against her protesting sphincter.
Maggie cried out, a ragged sound torn from her throat. The ridge felt like a thick, unforgiving knot pushing against raw flesh. Her body fought instinctively, muscles clamping down hard, trying to repel the invasion. "Too much! Ben, please!" Tears welled anew. The burn was intense, sharper than the glass, concentrated on that single, brutal ridge.
"Shhh," Ben soothed, his voice rough. He didn't push harder. Instead, he held the pressure, letting the ridge dig into her resisting muscle. His other hand slid down, fingers finding her soaking wet pussy lips. He pushed two fingers deep inside her cunt, curling them hard against her G-spot. "Fuck!" Maggie gasped, the sudden deep pleasure momentarily eclipsing the searing pain at her ass. "Use that greedy cunt," Ben commanded, pumping his fingers relentlessly. "Get wetter. Relax that tight little asshole for me. Show them how much you want it stuffed."
He scissored his fingers inside her, stretching her pussy obscenely wide for the camera. Her slickness dripped down his wrist. The chat roared:
USE HER PUSSY JUICE AS LUBE!
fuck yes finger fuck her while wrecking ass
MAKE HER CUM ON THE PLUG
push it in Ben!
slow wrecking is hot as fuck
Ben withdrew his fingers, glistening thickly. He smeared Maggie’s own juices liberally around her stretched, trembling asshole, mixing it with the lube already there. The cool wetness made her gasp. He repositioned the ridged plug’s head. "Push out, Maggie," he ordered, his voice low and intense. "Like you did before. Open for it. Let them see you bloom."
Trembling, Maggie obeyed, bearing down weakly. She felt the ridge bite deeper, the pressure immense. The burning intensified, a white-hot ring of fire. Inch by agonizing millimeter, the thick ridge forced its way past her sphincter. The stretch was blinding, tearing. Maggie screamed, her back arching violently against the restraints. The leather bit deep into her wrists.
"FUCK! OH GOD! IT'S TEARING!" Her voice shattered. The ridge popped past the tightest point with a sickening, wet squelch. The sensation was brutal, a searing invasion deeper than the glass plug had reached. Her body spasmed wildly around the intrusion, trying to clamp down, but the ridge was lodged deep inside her rectum.
Ben held it there, buried to the first ridge. He ran a fingertip around the stretched rim, now gripping the narrower section of the plug just below the ridge. The touch was electric agony on the raw flesh. "Look at that," he breathed, awe in his voice. "First ridge conquered. Your asshole swallowing it whole." He gave the plug a fractional twist. Maggie whimpered, a broken sound. The ridges inside her dragged against her tender inner walls. "Feel those knots inside you, slut? Feel how deep they go?"
Maggie could only nod frantically, tears streaming freely. The fullness was immense, the ridges a constant, brutal presence. Her clit throbbed almost painfully, neglected yet hypersensitive. Ben’s thumb brushed it again, a fleeting spark. "Ready for the next ridge?" he purred, applying gentle forward pressure. Maggie felt the second, wider ridge press insistently against her ruined entrance. The stretch felt impossible. Her breath hitched in terror. The camera’s red light burned into her soul. Ben leaned close, his breath hot on her ear. "Deep breath, Red. This one’s thicker." He pushed.
The second ridge pressed, thicker, meaner. Maggie’s scream choked into a guttural sob. Her sphincter burned white-hot, stretched impossibly thin around the unforgiving silicone knot. Ben leaned close, his breath hot and damp on her temple. "That's it, Red. Feel it tear. Wider." He pushed relentlessly, the ridge biting deeper into protesting flesh.
"Fuck! Ben, stop! It’s ripping!" Her voice shattered, raw terror clawing its way up her throat. Her hips bucked wildly against the restraints, leather biting deep into her wrists and ankles. The ridge felt like a blunt knife sawing through her.
"Shut up and bloom," Ben growled, his own knuckles white on the plug’s base. He gave a sharp, brutal shove. The thick ridge popped past her sphincter with a sickening, wet schlorp. Agony exploded, blinding and deep. Maggie’s vision whited out. Her body convulsed, muscles spasming violently around the invading ridges buried deep in her rectum. Tears streamed unchecked down her temples, soaking into her fiery hair plastered to the pillow. The close-up camera captured every flinch, every tear, the raw, gaping ring of her asshole stretched obscenely around the purple silicone shaft.
Ben held the plug deep, letting her writhe. He watched her face contort on the monitor. "Look at that fucking hole," he breathed, almost reverent. "Swallowed two ridges already. Greedy little fucker." He traced the stretched, glistening rim with a slick fingertip. The touch was fire on raw nerve endings. Maggie whimpered, a broken sound. "Chat loves your tears, slut. Loves seeing you broken open." He glanced at the scrolling frenzy:
HOLY FUCK THAT POP SOUND!
her asshole is GAPING
MORE RIDGES BEN PUSH MORE IN!
make her take the whole plug!
SPANK HER CLIT AGAIN!
tape a vibe on that fat clit!
Ben smirked. He reached over to the nightstand, rummaging past discarded lube bottles. His hand emerged clutching a small, black bullet vibrator and a roll of sturdy medical tape. Maggie’s eyes widened, tracking his movement. "No," she whispered hoarsely, dread warring with the relentless throb between her legs. "Ben, please…"
"Please what?" He peeled a strip of tape, the sound sharp in the thick air. "Please tape this buzzing little friend right here?" His thumb found her swollen clit again, pressing hard. Maggie gasped, arching. "On your needy, spanked-up clit?" He rubbed rough circles, the friction almost painful on the hypersensitive bud. "Chat voted, Maggie. They wanna see that fat button hum while I wreck your ass."
He positioned the smooth, cool bullet directly over her engorged clit. The contact made her jerk. Before she could protest further, he pressed it down firmly and swiftly taped it in place, winding the tape snugly around her outer lips, anchoring the vibrator tight against her pulsing nerve bundle. The low, insistent buzz kicked in immediately. A thin, constant vibration thrummed directly into her core.
"Oh fuck! Oh god!" Maggie cried out, the sensation immediate and overwhelming. It wasn't intense pleasure; it was relentless, maddening stimulation layered onto the deep, burning ache in her ass and the raw sensitivity from his earlier spanking. Her hips twitched helplessly. "It’s… too much! Ben, take it off!"
"Too much?" Ben chuckled darkly. He wrapped his hand around the base of the ridged plug still buried deep in her ass. "We’re just getting started, Delaney." He pulled the plug back slowly, deliberately. Maggie felt every ridge drag against her tender inner walls, scraping, stretching anew. The sensation was brutal, a violation deeper than the insertion. She gasped, her mouth falling open.
He pulled until just the tip remained inside her stretched entrance. Her asshole gaped obscenely, a dark, wet ring around the narrow end. The camera zoomed in. Chat erupted:
FUCK YES THAT GAPE!
ridge ripper living up to its name!
VIBE ON HER CLIT YESSS
her mouth is open drool slut!
RAM IT BACK IN BEN!
Ben paused, letting the camera drink in the ruined hole, the vibrator buzzing against her slick folds. "See what you did?" he murmured to Maggie, nodding at the screen. "See how wide you open for them?" Then, without warning, he shoved the plug forward hard. The thick ridges rammed back into her, each one popping brutally past her sphincter in rapid succession: Pop. Pop. POP.
Maggie’s scream was ragged, torn apart. Her body bowed off the bed, straining against the leather. The ridges tore through her, the vibrator buzzed relentlessly against her tortured clit, the sensations crashing together into a white-hot storm of agony and unwanted, overwhelming stimulation. Spit pooled in her open mouth, dripping down her chin onto her neck. She couldn’t close her jaw; the sensations were too vast, too consuming.
Ben began a ruthless rhythm. Slow, grinding pull back, dragging every ridge against her raw insides, stretching her hole wide. Then a hard, piston-like thrust forward, ramming the ridges home, making her sphincter bulge obscenely around the thick silicone shaft with each inward surge. Over and over. The wet, rhythmic schlick-schlock of the plug moving in her ravaged ass filled the room, underscored by the low drone of the vibrator.
Maggie’s vision blurred. Drool spilled freely from her slack mouth, soaking the pillow beneath her cheek. Her eyes rolled back slightly, unfocused. She was lost in the sensory onslaught – the deep, tearing burn with each thrust, the relentless, maddening buzz on her clit, the leather biting her skin, the unblinking red eye of the camera capturing her utter degradation. Whimpers and choked sobs escaped her with every brutal stroke of the plug. Her body trembled violently, caught in the unending cycle of violation. Ben watched the monitors, his breath coming faster, a dark satisfaction tightening his features as he worked her ruined hole, the vibrator humming its filthy counterpoint against her exposed, taped-down flesh.