Chapter 7: Twice as nice
The plugs buzzed relentlessly, a deep, grinding vibration that seemed to resonate in Maggie’s bones. Her asshole fluttered weakly around their bases, stretched impossibly wide, the raw ring of muscle protesting the constant invasion. Her cunt dripped steadily onto the dark carpet, adding to the slick puddle already forming beneath her trembling thighs. She remained frozen in the harsh spotlight, leg hauled high, her gaping holes obscenely displayed. Tears mixed with sweat and drool tracked down her face. She felt hollowed out, scraped raw, every nerve ending screaming. The chat scrolled relentlessly, a blur of demands and crude nicknames – ‘Gape Queen’, ‘Sloppy Slut’, ‘Fountain Cunt’. The dollar signs chimed like a manic soundtrack.
Ben watched the monitor, his expression unreadable. Efficiently, he moved. He approached her, his footsteps silent on the thick carpet. Without preamble, he gripped the bases of the twin plugs still vibrating deep inside her ass. Maggie whimpered, a high-pitched sound of pure dread. He didn’t pause. With a firm, swift pull, he withdrew them simultaneously.
Maggie gasped, her body sagging forward. The sudden absence was almost as shocking as their presence. Her asshole gaped obscenely, a dark, wet hole that pulsed visibly, struggling to close against the brutal stretch it had endured. The inner pink flesh glistened under the lights, looking impossibly tender and abused. A trickle of lube mixed with something thicker seeped out. The camera zoomed in, capturing the raw, twitching gape in all its violated glory. The chat exploded: ‘LOOK AT THAT HOLE!’ ‘FUCKING WRECKED!’ ‘NEEDS MORE!’
Ben dropped the buzzing plugs onto a towel near the kit. He rummaged again, pulling out a small, unfamiliar silicone object. It looked like a tiny, hollow cylinder, open at both ends, made of soft, flexible material. He held it up for the camera. "New toy, chat. Clit sleeve." He squeezed a generous dollop of thick, clear lube onto his fingers.
Maggie watched him, her exhausted brain struggling to process. Her clit, swollen to a fat, angry red nub, throbbed painfully even untouched. The thought of anything covering it, constricting it, sent fresh waves of apprehension through her. "Ben… please…" Her voice was a shredded whisper. "It’s too… sensitive…"
"Exactly," Ben replied, his tone flat. He stepped close, his fingers slick with lube. He didn’t touch her clit directly. Instead, he gently pinched the hood of skin above it, pulling it taut, exposing the engorged bud fully. Maggie hissed at the contact. Then, with deliberate care, he slid the cool, lubricated sleeve over the tip of her clit. It was a tight fit. The soft silicone stretched as he worked it slowly down the length of her swollen flesh, encasing it completely within the snug tube. Maggie trembled violently, a choked sob escaping her. The sensation was intense – a cool, smooth pressure enveloping her most sensitive point, the lube creating a slick seal. It felt trapped, contained, yet hyper-aware.
"Fuck…" she breathed, her hips giving an involuntary jerk. The sleeve hugged her clit like a second skin, amplifying every tiny pulse of blood, every throb of overstimulation.
Ben didn’t stop. He picked up two thin, tapered silicone vibrators, each about the thickness of a pencil. They looked insignificant compared to the plugs she’d just endured, but Maggie’s exhausted eyes widened in fresh panic. He coated one liberally with lube. "Hold still," he commanded, his voice devoid of warmth. He positioned himself behind her, his free hand spreading her ass cheeks wider, exposing the gaping, twitching hole. The camera adjusted, focusing tightly on her ravaged rosebud.
Maggie braced herself, squeezing her eyes shut. She felt the cold, slick tip press against her loosened entrance. There was little resistance. Ben pushed steadily. The thin vibrator slid deep into her ass with shocking ease, sinking to the hilt. It was a different sensation – not the brutal stretch of the plugs, but a deep, invasive fullness that scraped along her raw inner walls. She gasped, her body tensing. "Oh god…"
"One," Ben stated clinically. He activated the vibrator with a click of a remote. A high-pitched, insistent buzz instantly filled her ass, vibrating directly against her sensitized rectum. Maggie cried out, her knees buckling slightly. The vibration was sharp, focused, a relentless counterpoint to the deep, muffled thrum still echoing from her recent ordeal. It felt like a dentist's drill buried deep inside her.
Before she could adjust, Ben pressed the second lubricated tip against her asshole, right beside the base of the first vibrator. Maggie froze. "Ben… no…" Her voice cracked. "Not… another…"
"Chat wants it wider," Ben replied, his tone implacable. He applied pressure. Her asshole, already stretched beyond its limits, resisted for a fraction of a second. Then, with a wet, yielding pop, the second thin vibrator breached her alongside the first. Maggie screamed, a raw, ragged sound torn from her throat. The stretch was lateral, forcing her sphincter to open wider than it ever had before, accommodating two separate invaders side-by-side. It burned. A sharp, tearing sensation mixed with the deep, buzzing intrusion. Her asshole felt like it was splitting open.
"Two," Ben announced, pushing the second vibrator deep until its base rested snugly against her stretched opening beside the first. He activated it. The dual high-frequency buzzes merged into a chaotic, painful hum deep inside her rectum. Maggie shuddered violently, her legs shaking uncontrollably. Her gaping hole visibly pulsed around the twin shafts, the stretched skin shiny and tight. The camera zoomed in, capturing every tremor, every desperate flutter of her violated ring.
Ben turned his attention back to her trapped clit. He wrapped his lubricated fingers around the silicone sleeve encasing it. Maggie whimpered, anticipating agony. He began to move his hand. Slowly at first, a firm up-and-down motion, jacking the sleeve along the length of her imprisoned clit. The slick silicone glided smoothly, creating intense friction directly on the hypersensitive flesh beneath. It wasn't gentle. It was a deliberate, rhythmic milking.
"Oh FUCK!" Maggie shrieked, her head snapping back. The dual assault was overwhelming. The sharp, buzzing agony deep in her ass collided violently with the intense, focused friction on her clit. Her body arched, caught between trying to escape and pushing into the sensations. Her neglected cunt clenched emptily, dripping fresh arousal onto her trembling thighs. The chat went ballistic: ‘JACK THAT FAT CLIT!’ ‘BUZZ HER BRAINS OUT!’ ‘DOUBLE ASS FUCK!’ ‘SLUT CAN TAKE MORE!’
Ben increased the pace of his hand on the clit sleeve, his grip tightening. The sleeve slid roughly up and down her engorged flesh, the pressure relentless. The vibrators buzzed furiously inside her ass, a constant, invasive torment. Maggie’s moans dissolved into wordless, guttural cries. Her vision swam. She felt stretched, invaded, violated everywhere. The crude nicknames – ‘Gape Queen’, ‘Clit Hog’, ‘Buzz Hole’ – echoed in her fractured mind, fueling the degrading fire consuming her.
"Look at her drip," Ben growled, nodding towards her cunt as he jacked the sleeve ruthlessly. "Even her pussy’s jealous. Begging to be stuffed." He gave the sleeve a vicious twist. Maggie screamed again, her hips bucking wildly. The conflicting sensations – the deep, painful vibration, the brutal friction on her clit, the humiliating exposure – coiled tighter and tighter inside her. She was a live wire, frayed and sparking. Her asshole clenched spastically around the buzzing invaders, trying futilely to expel them. Her fingers dug into her own thigh, drawing blood. The coil snapped.
Her orgasm wasn't pleasure. It was a seizure. A violent, full-body convulsion ripped through her. Her back arched impossibly, her muscles locking rigid. A strangled, animalistic sound tore from her throat as her cunt spasmed violently, ejecting a fresh gush of fluid that splattered Ben’s legs and the carpet. Her clit pulsed like a frantic heartbeat inside its silicone prison. Her asshole clamped down hard on the vibrating shafts, a series of rapid, uncontrollable flutters visible on camera. She hung there, suspended in agony and ecstasy, utterly shattered, her gaping holes twitching obscenely under the lights, the vibrators humming their relentless tune inside her ravaged ass. Ben kept jacking the sleeve, prolonging the brutal climax until her tremors subsided into weak shudders. He leaned close, his lips brushing her ear. "Good girl," he murmured, darkly possessive. "Now… let’s see how many more of these thin little fuckers that greedy asshole can swallow." His hand didn't stop moving on the sleeve. The vibrators buzzed on. The chat roared for more. Maggie’s world dissolved into raw sensation and the promise of deeper violation.
Maggie’s raw gasp filled the room as Ben’s slick fingers released her clit sleeve, letting the throbbing nub pulse wildly within its silicone prison. He moved with cold efficiency, his focus shifting back to the array of thin, buzzing invaders beside the damp towel. Her asshole, still stretched obscenely around the two vibrating shafts, clenched and fluttered involuntarily, a raw pink ring gaping wide under the camera’s harsh scrutiny. She loved that burning stretch, the impossible feeling of her own body yielding beyond its limits.
"Three," Ben announced flatly, holding up another lubricated, pencil-thin vibrator for the chat. The lens focused tight on the glistening tip. "Let’s see if our Queen can accommodate another loyal subject." He pressed the cold silicone firmly against her stretched entrance, right beside the bases of the first two.
"Fuck... Ben... so full..." Maggie slurred, drool slicking her chin as she felt the new pressure. Her eyes rolled back, whites gleaming, her head lolling against her shoulder. Resistance was futile; her sphincter, still buzzing violently, offered only a weak spasm before yielding. The third vibrator slid in alongside the others with a wet, sucking pop, forcing her asshole wider still. The combined high-frequency buzz intensified into a brutal, internal screech, vibrating deep into her pelvis, scraping raw nerves. Her cunt spasmed uselessly, drizzling fresh slickness onto her thighs.
"Look at that hungry hole," Ben muttered, a cruel edge in his voice as he watched the stretched ring tremble around the triple intrusion. He clicked the remote, activating the newest invader. Its sharp vibration joined the chaotic hum already tearing her apart. "Chat’s hungry too. Feed them." He reached down, his fingers slicking with her own arousal before roughly grabbing the clit sleeve again.
"Ah! God, no!" Maggie wailed as he resumed jacking the sleeve, the slick silicone dragging brutally over her hypersensitive, engorged flesh. The dual assault was monstrous – the deep, grinding vibration stretching her insides colliding violently with the intense friction on her trapped clit. Her body convulsed, muscles locking, a puppet jerked by conflicting currents of agony and electric sensation. She was nothing but sensation: the stretch, the burn, the buzz, the rub. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!"
"Four," Ben declared, his voice cutting through her gasps. He didn't wait. He pressed the lube-slicked tip of another vibrator against the straining ring. Her gaping hole, stuffed with three buzzing rods, visibly bulged. The chat exploded: ‘TAKE IT CLIT QUEEN!’ ‘STRETCH HER WIDER!’ ‘FUCK THAT GAAPE!’ ‘JACK HARDER BEN!’
"Please... can't...ungh!" Maggie’s plea dissolved into a guttural groan as Ben pushed relentlessly. A sharp, tearing burn flared as her rim stretched impossibly further, thin skin screaming. Then it yielded, the fourth vibrator popping in beside the others, forcing her asshole into a tight, quivering square around the four bases. He shoved it deep, bottoming out, and activated it. The vibration was like being electrocuted from the inside, a relentless, high-pitched assault that traveled up her spine and rattled her teeth.
Maggie’s scream ripped through the thick air, raw and ragged. Her hips jerked violently, trying to buck away from the searing, buzzing agony filling her asshole, but Ben’s grip on her thigh was iron. "Fucking... stop... it burns!" she choked, drool slicking her chin, mingling with tears. The four vibrating invaders hummed relentlessly, a high-pitched, internal drill scraping her raw walls, the combined stretch forcing her anus into a tight, quivering square.
"Look at that gape tremble," Ben observed flatly, his gaze fixed on the monitor feed. The camera zoomed tighter, capturing every spasm of her stretched rim, the slick, pink pucker straining around the quartet of thin shafts. "Chat says it’s hungry for more. Says it looks lonely." He didn't look at her. His hand, still slick from her earlier arousal, reached towards the discarded towel where the thin vibrators lay.
"No! Ben, fucking no!" Maggie pleaded, her voice shredded. "Can't... it’s too...fuck!" Her protest died as she felt the cold, thick lube drizzle directly onto her already-stretched hole, coating the vibrating bases. The chill made her gasp, her exhausted muscles fluttering uselessly.
"Five," Ben stated, his voice devoid of anything but cool intent. He held up another identical, lubricated vibrator, its tip glistening obscenely for the camera. The chat exploded: ‘DO IT!’ ‘STRETCH THE BITCH!’ ‘GAAPE GODDESS!’ ‘FILL HER!’ He pressed the cold tip firmly against the tight, vibrating cluster already packed inside her.
"Jesus Christ!" Maggie shrieked as the pressure built. She felt her rim, already stretched beyond recognition, scream in protest. It was a sharp, tearing burn, the thin skin threatening to split. Her breath hitched, panic flooding her veins. "Please... no more... won't fit... it won’t—!"
It did. With a wet, yielding pop that echoed in the silent room, her body betrayed her. The fifth vibrator forced its way in alongside its buzzing brethren, stretching her asshole into an impossible pentagon. Ben shoved it deep, grinding it alongside the others. The stretch was horrific, a deep, tearing agony radiating through her pelvis. He clicked the remote. The new vibration joined the chaotic, high-pitched screech inside her, vibrating up into her gut.
"Fuck! Oh god, oh fuck!" Maggie sobbed, her vision blurring. The brutal symphony inside her ass was overwhelming, a physical violation that scraped her raw. Her cunt clenched desperately, dripping useless slickness onto the carpet. Ben dropped the remote and immediately wrapped his slick fingers around the clit sleeve again.
"Show them how much you love it, slut," he growled, starting a brutal jacking motion on the silicone encasing her swollen, trapped clit. The friction was immediate and agonizingly intense on the hypersensitive nub. "Look at that asshole swallow five. Fucking greedy." He pumped the sleeve hard, the slick glide amplifying the sensation tenfold against her tortured flesh.
The dual assault was catastrophic. The deep, grinding, tearing vibration from her ass collided headlong with the rough, relentless friction on her clit. Maggie’s body locked rigid, a strangled scream tearing from her throat. Her back arched impossibly, every muscle straining. Her gaping asshole spasmed violently around the five buzzing invaders, trying desperately to clamp down, to expel, succeeding only in a series of rapid, obscene flutters captured in high definition. Her neglected pussy convulsed, squirting a pathetic jet of fluid that splattered Ben's shin.
"See that?" Ben snapped, jacking the sleeve viciously. "Even her cunt’s jealous of how full her ass is." He twisted the sleeve. Maggie howled, the sensation a white-hot brand on her nerves. Her orgasm wasn’t pleasure; it was a seizure. A violent, uncontrollable convulsion wracked her frame. Her eyes rolled back, whites showing, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream as the conflicting sensations detonated.
She hung there, trembling violently, utterly shattered. Her asshole gaped obscenely around the five humming shafts, a dark, wet hole unable to close. Ben kept working the sleeve, prolonging the brutal climax until her tremors subsided into weak, pathetic shudders. He leaned down, his breath hot on her sweat-slicked ear. "Greedy little asshole took five like a champ," he murmured, a dark pride in his tone. His hand never stopped its relentless motion on the sleeve. The vibrators screamed inside her. "Let's see if it wants six."