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The violet woman didn't remove my cuffs, leaving my wrists raw and aching as I dangled.
She stepped close, her breath warm against my face, and held up her fingers, slick with my juices.
"Lick them," she commanded, her voice low.
"They're going in your asshole next."
My eyes widened in horror, a cold sweat breaking out on my skin.
I had no choice—my body was hers in this twisted game.
Reluctantly, I extended my tongue, the taste of myself bitter and salty as I coated her fingers, working them until they glistened, my stomach churning with dread.
She smirked, showing me a butt plug—black, smooth, and intimidatingly thick.
"This goes in next," she said, "so lube it properly."
Before I could protest, she shoved the butt plug into my mouth.
The rubber filled me, pressing against my tongue, its cool surface overwhelming my senses with a strange, invasive weight.
My jaw ached as I sucked, trying to coat it, while her wet fingers moved to my asshole.
She twirled them around the rim, a light, teasing pressure that made me tense.
Then she slid one finger inside, a slow stretch that burned with a sharp, unfamiliar sting.
My breath hitched, my body clenching as she pushed deeper, the intrusion feeling foreign and wrong.
She added a second finger, stretching me further, circling both digits until my asshole felt raw and open, a dull ache pulsing through me.
With a swift motion, she plucked the butt plug from my mouth, its taste lingering, and pressed it against my asshole.
As it slid in, a heavy fullness settled in my stomach, weird and unsettling, like my insides were being rearranged.
I groaned, the sensation alien, my thighs trembling from the pressure.
Then she unfastened the cuffs, and my arms gave out.
I slumped, my legs buckling, collapsing into a heap on the floor.
She hoisted me onto her shoulder with surprising strength, her grip firm.
"Your butt's going in that wall now," she said, pointing to a smooth surface that began to shift, its edges softening into an inviting curve.
"Why?" I rasped, panic rising.
"Don't do this!"
"It's part of the package," she replied coolly.
"You'll be penetrated—pussy only—by those who've paid to fuck asses stuck in the wall. The butt plug marks your asshole as off-limits."
I flinched in her grasp, thrashing, but she forced my hips through the hole.
The wall tightened around me, a snug clamp on my waist, leaving my legs and torso dangling uselessly, exposed and vulnerable.
The violet woman sat on the floor beneath me, pulling out a feather.
She ran it along my feet, the tickling sensation sending involuntary shivers up my spine, my toes curling as I squirmed.
Then a sharp smack landed on my ass, the sting radiating through me.
Before I could process it, a rough thrust filled my pussy—a dick, thick and unyielding, plunging deep.
The sudden invasion burned, stretching me wide, a mix of pain and a shocking heat that made my breath catch.
The thrusting continued, each stroke a jarring rhythm that rocked my body, the friction igniting a deep, unwanted pleasure.
My mind reeled, resisting, but my moans slipped out, raw and involuntary, as the sensation built.
The pleasure coiled tighter, my skin flushing with heat, my nipples hardening against the cool air.
Each thrust pushed me closer, my body trembling, my resistance crumbling as the intensity overwhelmed me.
I let go, surrendering to the wave, and climaxed hard, a loud cry tearing from my throat as my juices spilled, the release shattering through me with shuddering aftershocks.
No popup flashed, no money credited. Why?
I hung there, panting, trapped, my mind a haze of shame and confusion.