Chapter 34: Erin's throat bulges around the strapon gag as Valerie slams down with bruising force, the dildo stretching her esophagus wide - Shane's fingers cutting off her air supply with every upward stroke until her desperate swallows pull Valerie's juices straight down her convulsing throat, her tear-streaked face turning crimson beneath them.
The medical table was colder than she’d imagined. The stainless steel leached the warmth from Erin’s naked back the moment Shane laid her down upon it. The room smelled of antiseptic and dust, a hollow, empty smell that made her skin prickle. Overhead, fluorescent lights buzzed with a sickly energy.
Shane worked in silence, his movements efficient, detached. He gripped her ankles, lifting her legs and settling her feet into the cold, padded cuffs of the stirrups. The position was brutally exposed, her knees bent and wide, everything open to the sterile air and his clinical gaze. He fastened the straps around her calves and thighs, the buckles clicking with finality.
Valerie stood by the wall, dressed in a simple black robe, watching. Her face was unreadable, but her eyes were dark pools, reflecting the overhead lights.
“The gag,” Shane said, not looking at Valerie. He held up a harness of black leather. From its center protruded a rigid silicone dildo, perhaps seven inches long, a deep, flesh-like pink. It was not a toy for pleasure; it was a tool for penetration, for filling.
Valerie took it. She approached the table, her bare feet whispering on the concrete floor. Erin’s eyes tracked her, a flicker of panic in their brown depths. “Shh,” Valerie murmured, the sound almost lost in the hum of the lights. She fitted the leather straps around Erin’s head, the buckle at the back. The silicone shaft pressed against Erin’s closed lips.
“Open,” Shane commanded.
Erin parted her lips. Valerie pushed the dildo into her mouth. It was wide, unforgiving. It stretched her jaw, filled her throat with the taste of artificial cherry and dust. The strap secured it deep, forcing her mouth to remain open in a permanent, silent ‘O’. Her throat convulsed against the intrusion.
Shane turned to Valerie. “Undress. Straddle her.”
Valerie let the robe fall. Her body showed the marks of the previous days—a faint bruise on her hip, the lingering sensitivity between her legs. She climbed onto the table, her knees sinking into the padded surface on either side of Erin’s ribcage. She looked down at the younger woman’s face, at the obscene protrusion jutting from her gagged mouth, glistening now with saliva.
“Lower yourself,” Shane said. He stood beside the table, a surgeon observing his procedure.
Valerie reached behind herself, guiding the silicone tip to her entrance. She was wet already—a slick, nervous heat that shamed her. She sank down slowly, taking the length of the gag into her body. A groan vibrated in Erin’s throat, transmitted through the rigid silicone. Valerie felt it inside her, a strange, secondary pulse. The position was awkward, a reverse of intimacy. She was fucking Erin’s face, but Erin was the one impaling her.
“Move,” Shane said.
Valerie began to rock, finding a shallow, grinding rhythm. The dildo was unyielding, a constant, firm pressure against her inner walls. Her clit rubbed against the leather base of the harness with each downward push. She braced her hands on Erin’s stomach, feeling the tight quiver of the girl’s abdominal muscles.
Shane watched, his eyes cataloging every detail: the stretch of Valerie’s body, the flutter of Erin’s eyelids, the slick, rhythmic sound of penetration. He moved then, coming to stand at the head of the table. He looked down at Erin’s face, at her wide, pleading eyes staring up past Valerie’s moving body.
“She’s feeding you,” Shane said to Erin, his voice conversational. “Every time she sits on your face, she’s feeding you her cunt. You’re going to swallow it. All of it.”
He placed his thumb and forefinger on either side of Erin’s nose.
Valerie felt a change in the body beneath her. A tension, a sudden stillness. She looked up, saw Shane’s hand on Erin’s face, and understood. Her rhythm faltered.
“Don’t stop,” Shane said, his eyes locking with Valerie’s. “Keep fucking her throat.”
Valerie obeyed, lifting herself almost off the dildo before sinking down again, taking it deep. As she seated herself fully, Shane pinched Erin’s nostrils shut.
Erin’s body jerked. A muffled, desperate sound escaped around the gag. Her chest heaved, searching for air that wouldn’t come. Her eyes, locked on Valerie’s, screamed.
“She needs to swallow,” Shane said calmly, his grip unwavering. “The only way she gets air is if she drinks from you. Fuck her harder.”
Panic shot through Valerie, sharp and electric. She drove down, grinding against the leather, using Erin’s trapped face for her own leverage. Her own pleasure was twisted now, tangled with the primal terror in Erin’s eyes. She felt the wetness from her own body coating the dildo, being pushed deeper into Erin’s mouth with each thrust.
Erin’s throat worked frantically against the silicone, gulping, trying to clear a passage for air that was sealed off. She was swallowing, forced to consume the evidence of Valerie’s arousal just to breathe. Her face began to mottle, a flush of red creeping up from her neck.
“Shane,” Valerie gasped, still moving, watching the life flicker in the eyes below her.
He released Erin’s nose.
A ragged, wet, sucking gasp ripped through the room as Erin dragged in air around the gag. The sound was horrific, a drowning victim breaking the surface. She choked, sputtered, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes into her hairline.
Before she could get a full breath, Shane’s fingers pinched her nose shut again.
“Again,” he commanded.
Valerie rode the dildo in frantic, punishing strokes. Her own orgasm was building, a coil of fire in her gut fed by terror and dominance and a sick, shared desperation. She was fucking Erin to save her, fucking her to torture her. The lines dissolved in the buzz of the lights.
Erin’s body bucked against the restraints, her heels digging into the stirrup pads. Her swallow was a convulsive, involuntary spasm this time. Valerie felt the muscles of Erin’s throat clamp around the base of the dildo, a tight, pulsing ring.
Shane released the nose. Another guttural, sodden gasp.
He pinched.
Release.
Pinch.
The cycle became a brutal, respiratory metronome timed to Valerie’s thrusts. Erin’s world narrowed to the burning in her lungs, the relentless stretch of her jaw, the taste of another woman’s sex flooding her mouth, and the brief, agonizing mercy of a partial breath. Her consciousness began to fray at the edges, the clinical white of the room graying out.
Valerie was close. The sight of Erin’s suffering, the complete ownership of it, tipped her over the edge. “I’m gonna come,” she snarled, the words ripped from her. “Swallow it, you little bitch. Swallow me whole.”
She slammed down, grinding her clit hard against the leather, and her orgasm tore through her. She cried out, a raw, sharp sound, as her inner muscles clenched and fluttered around the fake cock. Her juices flooded the shaft, a fresh wave for Erin to consume.
Shane held Erin’s nose shut through the entire climax, through Valerie’s trembling aftershocks. Erin’s struggles grew weaker, her swallows slower. Her eyes started to roll back.
At the last possible second, Shane let go.
Erin did not gasp this time. She lay still, her chest barely moving, a thin line of saliva and slick tracing from the corner of her gagged mouth. Her eyes were open but vacant, glazed with shock.
Valerie collapsed forward, her sweat-slicked torso pressing onto Erin’s heaving chest. She could feel the frantic, irregular rabbit-beat of the girl’s heart against her own.
Shane unstrapped the stirrups first, freeing Erin’s legs. They fell limply to the table. He then unbuckled the gag. He pulled the dildo from Erin’s mouth with a soft, wet pop. Her jaw remained slack, open.
He didn’t touch her further. He looked at Valerie, who was still trying to catch her breath, her face buried in the crook of Erin’s neck.
“Clean her up,” he said. His voice was flat, the experiment concluded. “Get the taste of you off her face.”
Valerie pushed herself up on shaking arms. She looked at Erin’s ruined face, the mess they had made. She leaned down and began to lick the mingled fluids from Erin’s cheeks, her chin, her slack lips. The salt of tears, the tang of her own arousal, the sterile dust of the room. It was a bitter sacrament.
Erin whimpered, a tiny, broken sound. Her hand twitched, then lifted, her fingers weakly tangling in Valerie’s dark hair. Not pushing her away. Holding her there.
Shane watched for a moment longer, then turned and left, the heavy door sighing shut behind him. The hum of the lights was the only sound, a constant, indifferent witness to what they had become.