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Gone was the calm, polite tone he’d used with the officer.
In its place was the gravelly voice she feared.
“Bet you think you’re real fucking clever, don’t you?”
She didn’t answer quickly enough, and he slammed something against the wall and screamed.
“Don’t you?” he growled, closing the distance between them.
“Don’t worry, you little slut. I’ve got something for clever girls like you.”
She felt something cold press against her skin.
There was cutting and a horrible ripping sound, and she felt cool air against her bald little pussy as he discarded her clothes in the corner.
The cold steel of the shears, cutting through her jeans and thong, chilled her to the core.
Like so many women before her, she now lay bare, wearing nothing but her sneakers.
The dried cum on her face and body reminded her of the shame he’d already subjected her to.
She felt hopeless—chained, helpless, and naked.
Unwillingly exposed to this man, she stopped to wonder what he meant when he said he “had something in store for her.”
It didn’t take long to find out. She felt something cold and metallic pushing her ass cheeks apart.
She clenched as hard as possible, and it infuriated him.
“Fine, you want to do this the fucking hard way?”
He growled and smacked her ass so hard that it sent shivers up her spine.
His hands gripped her small, bubbly cheeks so tightly that it hurt.
For a moment, it felt as though her skin might tear.
The pain made her relax for just a moment.
A moment was all he needed, and he pushed the tip of the fat plug into her.
Her eyes widened as she shook her head and screamed into the gag.
He didn’t pay any attention to her muffled cries of pain as he pushed the plug deeper within her, using his own spit as lubricant.
He continued to stretch her wider around the plug, as he savagely pushed and twisted the metal object.
With a soft pop, it lodged into the base of her tight little ass.
It wasn’t like she was a virgin as far as her back door went.
Not a butt slut by any means, but this wasn’t her first time having a plug forced up her tight ass.
But it had always been a boyfriend or a Tinder hookup that earned the right to her ass.
But this—having her tiny pink ring stretched by a stranger, a predator intent on taking whatever he pleased—was a different story.
There was a series of soft pops as he tugged the plug all the way out before twisting it back in.
Soon, the popping sound stopped as he began working the tight hole wider.
She still pleaded and struggled, but her body was betraying her.
She enjoyed anal play with a partner, and her body didn’t know the difference.
She tried to focus on anything else—dead puppies, naked old men, the terrifying reality that he was going to claim her without mercy—but it was no use.
Each fresh wave of penetration made her ache for more.
The more the twisting and stretching continued, the harder she had to fight the pleasure creeping in.
She wanted to go cross-eyed and pant like a bitch in heat, but she wasn’t about to let him win.
She fought the feeling as long as she could.
Eventually, though, she couldn’t help it.
The more he pushed and pulled on the fat plug, the wetter she became. Of course, her captor noticed.
“See, I knew you were a fucking slut. You love this, don’t you?”
He let out a sickening laugh. She wanted to scream, “No!”
to remind him she was being forced into this, but she couldn’t deny that it was becoming increasingly difficult not to groan.
The sensation of being stretched made resisting even harder.
She held her head high. She hadn’t been broken yet.
She still had her dignity. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing her enjoy this.
Stay stoic, she told herself. Don’t scream. Don’t show him any emotion, and maybe he’ll grow bored. Maybe then you can escape.
As she was trying to remain stoic and cling to her dignity, he pressed a Hitachi wand against her clit and turned it all the way up.
She shook her head and looked down at him, begging silently.
It was becoming too much—the wand buzzed relentlessly at her clit and the plug moved in and out of her ass with almost no resistance.
She could feel her orgasm rising. Her ass was in heaven from the plug stretching out the once-tight, like-new ring, and it was now nice and broken in.
Her pussy was leaking so much that she could feel her own juices running down her thighs.
She shook her head back and forth as he smiled wickedly.
She tightened her thighs together to the best of her ability, and she took deep breaths.
She thought she could hold back. Her deep breaths were cut short, however, when he started to pop the plug in and out quickly.
The wand buzzed against her, and shame seeped into every fiber of her being as he commanded, “Cum, like the slut you are.”
That command, the authority in it, was all her body needed to fully betray her.
Her hips crashed forward as she humped greedily, her nipples tingling.
When the pressure became too much, he tore the gag down from her lips as she came, forcing her to hear herself.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck, please no, uuggk.”