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 HER CHOICE

   The room is warm but dark, sterile.  A light from the ceiling
illuminates the only visible piece of furniture, a steel table, and the
only accessory, the woman bound to it.  Naked, she lies there blindfolded
and bound, breasts encased in transparent plastic cups attached to hoses
that fall, twitching, off the sides of the table and coil away towards a
dark corner of the room, the machine powering them purring and humming
away. Her breasts are bright pink now, the flesh slowly and methodically
sucked up into the cups and then released again.  Her nipples are
purple-red, hard and almost perversely distended.  This has been going on
for some time.

   Her arms are tied flush at her sides, legs bent and spread, as if she
were in stirrups, the wine-red ropes expertly woven around her body to hide
as little as possible, tied off above each knee, the ends disappearing,
taut, into the shadows.  The cloth gag over her mouth forces her to breathe
deeply through her nose.  The inbreaths serve a special purpose - taped to
her vulva is a shiny silver vibrating toy, the mushroom head buzzing gently
against her clit, and with each lungful of air, biting just that little bit
firmer on her swollen sex.  Her cunt is wet and glistening, mostly lube,
some of her own.  It took some time to get her pussy stretched and
lubricated enough to get the rubber phallus fitted into her, so much
squirming, and such a big toy.  So much bigger than anything she's had in
her before, curved and swollen, like an animal's cock, guaranteed to stay
stuck.  It now dangles out of her like a black tentacle, hollow but firm,
the rubber shaft jerking between her thighs.

   He stands by her ear, whispering, almost tenderly, explaining her
predicament...  'You're such a beautiful girl.  Such a pretty thing.  You
should cum, you know.  You deserve to cum.  You really do.  You need to. 
You need that release so badly and you know you can.  Thaaats it.  Take a
breath for me?  A deeep breath.  Good girl.  Another one...  theeere we
go.' For half an hour she's resisted, but now she's following his... 
suggestions.  Her eyes are glassy and unfocused, the shock of the
kidnapping worn off, unable to move, trapped in the room, trapped in her
mind, the stimulation now building to a crescendo.  He breathes with her,
an old hand at this.  He can see she's slowly falling down the rabbit hole
of his making.

   He slides the tips of his fingers down her puffy lips, warm juices
oozing from her stretched cunt, drip-tickling over her perineum and ass. 
He can see her muscles clench, a moan through the gag.  "Do you like that,
little one?  You like me touching you there?  Not used to that, are you? 
It's very tight.  Very.  Tight.  I'm just going to tickle you...  Funny
feeling, yes?  You like it though.  I can see you squeezing your toys.  You
know...  you're getting wetter?  What a dirty little girl.  You're getting
wetter and leaking girl-cum everywhere.  You're making a big wet mess of
yourself..." Her breathing shifts.  The dirty words are triggering
something.  "I haven't put lube on your pussy for 20 minutes now, and my
fingers smell like your sweet cunt.  I fact, I can smell your cunt in this
whole room.  That's all you, you dirty little thing...' Her eyes look at
the glistening fingers he holds up, and then squeeze shut, high pitched
little whines escaping from the cloth.  She's almost ready.

   He walks over to the machine in the corner, pushes a lever.  The cups on
her breasts suck and draw her tit-flesh into them, no release this time. 
Her eyes open again and her thighs start shaking.  He walks back to her,
pushes her hair away from her ear, and cool as anything, reaches between
her thighs and plants a finger firmly onto her sphincter.  Not enough to
penetrate, just enough to get her attention.  "Little one", he whispers,
"you're almost ready to cum.  You're going to cum.  You're going to cum
very, very hard." She sobs her surrender.  They can both feel the
inevitability of her body's betrayel.  "Little one, that big, thick cock
inside you, the one filling you, making you so full...  it's a very special
cock, and I made it just for you.  This big thick cock is warm inside, you
can feel it through the rubber, can't you?  Warm, like a real cock.  Cause
it's filled with real cum, lots of sticky, fresh real cum..." Her eyes
shoot open, she forgets her breathing, "MmmmffffmMMM!"

   "Shhhh, little one.  Shhh shhh shh shh.  It's all safe inside.  It can't
get out.  The cum is trapped in the dildo.  It can't get out...  unless you
cum.  YOU have to cum, and then IT will cum." Tears well from her eyes.  He
brushes them away with a finger.  "And when you cum, little one, because
you have to, when I push my finger juuust a little into your tight little
ass, and you breathe deeply and that little silver toy pushes right on your
baby clit, I'll squeeze this special cock nice and hard, and you're going
to have a very strong orgasm, sooo strong, and your muscles will squeeze
and squeeeeze, and all the rich hot cum will pour into you, such a nice
warm feeling, and you'll give your pussy just what it needs, what it
really, really wants.  Give your pussy what it wants.  Give your pussy all
the cum.  Make your pussy happy..."

   Her moan is long and pregnant.  He hears and a slippery finger glides
one slippery knuckle into her hole.  Her muscles, aching and tired as they
must be, contract harder than they ever have before.  He takes his other
hand away from her face and wraps it around the shaft in anticipation. 
"Cum, baby, cum for me.  Be a good girl and cum...' Her whole body goes
taut, her abdomen clenches.  His mouth drops open like he's cumming with
her, as tears stream from her tightly shut eyes, as her body flushes from
light pink to deep red, a long short silence followed by a scream.  His
grip on the shaft tightens, and he feels the warmth flow out and into her.
Little white drops appear at the meeting between rubber and flesh.  He
watches and licks his lips.

   As her shaking subsides, his fist unclenches painfully, so tightly was
it wrapped around the phallus.  He turns off the machine, her breasts
released, she grimaces and makes a noise.  He pulls the tape off her silver
toy and removes it.  Her clit is as puffed up and engorged as her nipples.
As little after'gasms wash over her, he fetches a glass of water, undoes
the knot of the gag, cradles her head and helps her sip.  After her fill,
he picks up a pillow from under the table, tenderly lifts her head and
slides it underneath.  He looks at the rubber tentacle quivering away,
makes a move to slide it out, thinks better of it.  It stay's leaking, and
trapping, the cum in her He presses a warm hand on her abdomen, smiles and
whispers "good girl".


   By DanDeLion ashmyre@gmail.com