This Is Your Warning

he remove his hand and replaces it with something cold and metallic. again, it slips in with ease and he begins cranking the speculum as far as it will go. you squirm at the uncomfortable feeling of emptiness as your walls are pulled open without anything really filling them. it stretches and stretches, and he's telling you how good you're being, then he stops when he's got a full, uninterrupted view of your fucked-out vagina.

that's when the real fun begins. he pushes in something else past the opening of the speculum. something thin and long and hard, it brushes occasionally against your dripping wet walls as he directs it down your vagina. eventually, you feel it pressing against the end. it pauses, feels around in a slow circle, then presses.

"there she is," he says from behind you. "your last tight hole."

your toes curl and your eyes cross and your body tries unsuccessfully to twitch away as he presses the rod against your cervix. a wave of pain and nausea passes over you as he attempts to penetrate a ring of muscles that's made to stay closed, but beneath that is a new wave of pleasure as he violates the deepest parts of you. he grabs your ass hard to steady you and a moan escapes you as he presses again. your gaping pussy spasms against the metal instrument keeping it open and a warmth, indistinguishable from pleasure or pain, floods your body.

"god, you're so tight," he hisses, and for a brief moment you feel like a blushing virgin again. like he's fucking your pussy for the first time. like you're not a cock-drunk degenerate whore.

he presses one final time and you let out a garbled moan as you feel it force open your cervix and push into your womb. you come from the sickening feeling, wetting yourself in the process, and he laughs.

Course I’d catch it easy, collar and leash it to a post, face down on the floor. Nowhere to go. Force the spreader bar onto the crying thing, increasing the distance until its whole puppy cunt is on display, completely spread open and exposed.

I need some time to light up and smoke, so I’d settle into my chair, my puppy’s spread cunt the perfect entertainment. Press my boot against its cunt and order it to hump. Lazily smoking as I watch, occassionally pulling back to swiftly kick it and laugh at its cries and squirms in pain, completely unable to close its legs. This would go on for awhile as I nurse my joint, pulling out a piece of ginger and slowly, meticulously carving it. The scent would fill the air along with smoke.

Puppy knows what comes next and the crying only gets more desperate. Don’t make me get the muzzle. Slowly leaning down and rubbing the ginger through its aching folds and around its clit, liking how my toy instantly starts squirming away helplessly from the burn. I would ignore the adorable whining as the carved piece of ginger goes in its hole, stretching just a little, causing a firey burning sensation inside puppy’s cunt.

if the top isn't enthusiastic enough they get figged and sounded with ginger until they're redder and sweatier than if they'd been locked in a sauna for two hours

a funnel in the end of my dick to flood my balls with anything you want. heavy cream. soda. hot sauce if you really want to see me scream.

im glad you liked it 🥰 i'm always a big fan of balls i feel like they're a bit underutilized... but oh i think you could fill them up with anything... there's always a thread of beads, of course, each tiny little ball forced down that little hole, that long skinny tube inside you being forced open one by one by one, plugging you up. and we'll pull them out again, too, see the way your dick gapes open, and after enough runs we can even size up. lets see how much we can stretch them.

or we could put a thin little tube in there, hook that up to a funnel or hose and you could force basically any liquid down there. nice cool water, maybe, or something fizzy like a soda - it'd bubble up a little bit with every shake of your engorged sack if i teased it, just to see the pressure building up in there. or we could pour something thick and heavy, some kind of milk or cream, really fill em up until they're so, so unbearably heavy, to heavy to lift, still sloshing with every move.

i'm sure you could fit a tire pump nozzle in there, could be cute to blow them up like balloons until they're nice and taut and sore, they'd be so sensitive and so much fun to play with. i'm sure ypu could do the same with helium... how much do you think it'd take for them to float a little bit?

and of course, the classic is to take that poor stretched open dickhole and shove another cock in it, pump those balls full of hot, thick cum. and it'd feel so fucking good, you couldn't help but orgasm, your body struggling to push its own seed around the thick cock filling yours. it'd be so cute to watch the little dribbles spilling out when they pull out, your cock gaped open and weeping, your balls getting more and more swollen with every load. how many people do you think can fill you before it gets to be too much?

Or make me do it... Just slowly forcing more and more of the uncomfortable fabric into my hole

And then pulling them out later, feeling the painful friction against the walls of my cunt

You could draw them out slowly, so that I can have to feel how soaked they are as you slide them out of me

Or you could make it fast, painful, catch me by surprise... Maybe some of my slutty juices will spill out of me while you rip them from my pathetic little cunt

Making her put a tampon inside herself when it's not her time will also accomplish this nicely. A tampon has that handy little applicator, whether it it the nice plastic ones or the awful cardboard tube, either way, it makes it so easy to get it nice and deep inside her sweet little vagina... making it feel all the rougher when you pull it back out of her dried up hole. Plus she gets to feel that telltale little string hanging being her lips.

It will only take a minute to dry up a needy pussy. No matter how much you tease her and play with her, when you pull her panties or tampon out, she's gonna feel it.

I'm working the bristled side inside you—agonizingly slow, so you feel every individual point of plastic against your most sensitive, stretched flesh. 

And I'm going to make you cum on it. 

You will beg me to stop, and for once, your pleading will be genuine. You know what happens when you climax. You can't control it. Your muscles will contract involuntarily, forcing you to grind down onto those tiny, biting points with every pulse. I promise you, it will hurt. 

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Let me use the meanest toy on you. Made of hard rubber instead of soft silicone. Textured with bumps that you, were you being slightly less charitable, might even call spikes. They scratch painfully on the sides of your hole as I shove the toy inexorably deeper inside you.

The toy is blunt and slightly tapered, without a distinct tip. It starts out medium-thick, already at the limit of how much you can comfortably take, and it only gets thicker and thicker until it feels like you're about to rip in half.

I don't let up on the pressure, twisting back and forth to corkscrew it deeper into you as my progress slows. I have one hand on the base of the toy and one hand pushing down on your stomach, making sure you feel every inch.

After stretching you to an unbelievable degree, the taper becomes a blessedly straight shaft for the last two inches. A respite, if you can call it that, before the knot.

The shaft alone was cruel and unforgiving—the knot is plainly torturous. You can't help but clench in resistance to the mere thought of it inside you, even though you know it makes it worse. After fifteen minutes of constant twisting and thrusting inside your strained hole, you're sure that I'll give up. It simply won't fit. Unfortunately for you, I'm a persistent bastard.

I flip you over and line up my knee between your legs. I dig my nails into your hips and pull you towards me, pressing with my full weight on the toy. The obscene knot indents your skin as your hole strains to swallow one, two, and then three more rings of the bumps. Tears are streaming down your face, your body is nearly convulsing, and your world narrows down to become just the pain in your guts and the throbbing of your heartbeat in your ears.

I pull back my knee, and slam it forward into the base of the toy. If your face weren't already buried in a tear-soaked pillow, your scream would have hurt my ears. I'll have to gag you next time. Agony screams through your insides, making you nearly vomit from the sheer intensity of it.

You lose count of how many times my knee pounds the toy into you like a sledgehammer—it must be dozens—before your ruined, aching, bloodied hole finally accepts the knot into it's swollen embrace.

You hardly notice yourself choking and coughing as I use your pathetic whimpering mouth to get myself off, releasing all over your flushed and tear-streaked cheeks.