I regained consciousness to the feeling of Lance's fingers pushing in and out of my sore pussy. He had positioned himself between my legs and was pumping three fingers into me as deep as they would go. With each thrust from his hand, I felt the tips of his fingers brush against my cervix, eliciting a deep and aching pleasure from the bruised tissue.
Coming fully to my senses, I began squirming in my bonds, moaning around the gag in my mouth, and trying to signal that I was awake again. Yet he paid no attention as he mercilessly fingered me to another orgasm. I felt stretched and sore from the last session of torment and I groaned into the gag as I felt him push in a fourth finger. But Lance appeared entirely unaware of my reactions, relentlessly pumping his fingers into me. My pussy throbbed, and the sounds coming from between my legs started getting wetter as I got close to orgasming.
Just then, Lance crooked his fingers inside me and pressed against my G-spot hard. Instantly my vision went white from the pleasure that went through my body like a bolt of lightning. I shuddered, trembling and moaning as I felt my pussy clench around him for what felt like the hundredth time that night. My muscles spasmed erratically, squeezing around his fingers while the rest of me trembled from the strain of yet another orgasm. I moaned loudly around the gag, giving in to the overwhelming pain and pleasure and cumming again.
Once my spasming had slowed, Lance withdrew his fingers. They slipped free from my sore, abused cunt with a final wet noise. A strand of my wetness briefly connected his hand to me before breaking and dripping down onto the bed. He seemed amused as he looked down at his fingers, which were completely drenched in my cum. I blushed, and for the first time since I'd woken up, he looked me in the face. A smirk crossed his lips as he sucked my juices off his fingers while staring me dead in the face.
When he'd finished cleaning my cum from his fingers, he finally spoke.
"Did you sleep well, slut? Have any good dreams?"
Lance's voice was taunting me, and his eyes were gleaming with mischief. Had I been able to look away, I would have, feeling a blush turn my whole face red. But I was pinned by his stare. Without thinking, I tried answering his question, helplessly obedient to him despite my embarrassment. But the gag in my mouth made it so that all that came out was a long, needful moan. He laughed and reached to remove the gag from my mouth.
"I think you've earned a chance to speak now," he said, still teasing me as he pulled the restraint from my mouth. I became deeply aware of how sore my face felt as soon as the ball was eased from between my lips. Once the gag was out, I experimentally worked my mouth, feeling how the muscles of my cheeks and jaws ached from the strain of wearing the gag for hours at a time.
"So, slave. How are you feeling?" asked Lance, still smirking. I fought not to glare at him. We stared at each other for a long moment before I finally replied.
"Sore," I said, and my voice sounded hoarse in my ears. He snorted at that, and my eyes narrowed.
"I ache all over," I continued with a frown and tried to stretch my sore body even a little against the ropes he had bound me with. Though I could only manage a weak squirm, my muscles protested against even that small amount of movement. Lance shook his head and sighed.
"Tsk tsk. And I'm hardly done with you yet," he said, feigning an air of disappointment. He reached out and ran his hand along my body, and I couldn't help but shiver as I felt him examine my curves.
"What...what do you mean?" I asked, watching Lance closely. He seemed to take a moment to appraise me, feeling the curves and contours of my body before answering.
"I mean that you've been having all this fun and I haven't cum yet," he said matter of factly, regarding me with a cool expression. "You've been having such fun, and I haven't even fucked you yet," he continued, and I felt the tips of his fingers trace back down my body, brushing over my pussy and coming to rest just below. One finger began to press against my asshole, and my eyes widened as his intentions became clear.
"It's time I took my pleasure from you, my little slut," he said, pushing into my ass. I gasped, the penetration was so intense, and from just a single finger! Seeing my reaction, Lance grinned.
"All that from so little? You're going to have to be able to take more than this if you want to please me," he said, slowly working his finger in up to the knuckle. I groaned, gritting my teeth against the feeling. I'd not done all that much experimenting with my ass, and this was already way more than had ever had penetrated me.
Lance slowly fingered me, giving me time to get used to the feeling and the stretch. At first, it was a fight to simply hold still and take it, and I squeezed my eyes shut against the intense sensations. As he kept up the penetration though, I slowly became used to the feeling. It wasn't quite pleasurable, but my body was telling me that it could be.
Then to my surprise, I felt him slip his finger out of my ass entirely. My eyes still closed, I waited for a penetration that didn't seem to be coming. But as the seconds ticked by and my ass remained unfilled, I wondered what game Lance was playing at. Cautiously, I opened my eyes, wondering what he was up to now.
Lance had moved away from the bed and was standing at the chest of toys. He'd cleaned off his hand with a rag and had then grabbed the bottle of lube. It was the same he'd used earlier to lube up the massive toys he'd shoved into my pussy. He'd selected one of the smaller dildos from the chest, and was applying a liberal amount of lube to the head and shaft of the toy.
My eyes widened. He really intended to stuff that inside me? I mean, compared to the massive toys he'd stuffed my cunt with it was almost laughably small. But to a near anal virgin, it seemed impossibly large.
Lance looked over at me and grinned when he saw my expression at the toy in his hands.
"Such anxiety over such a small toy. I wonder how you're going to feel once I fuck your ass properly then," he said, his voice low with sadistic amusement.
If I'd had the strength I would've started thrashing against my bonds again, trying to escape. But restraints had me bound securely, struggling against them would have been a pointless endeavor. I had bruises forming on my wrists and ankles from the last time I'd tried, and I wasn't eager to make them worse. Instead, I watched him, my arms and legs tense but unmoving in their restraints. Lance seemed almost disappointed that I wasn't struggling, but he said nothing.
Coming over to me with the toy and the lube, he settled himself between my legs once again. I flinched when I felt something cold and wet being applied to my entrance and he glanced up at me.
"You'll want to save that reaction for the toy," said Lance, and his gaze lowered back to what his fingers were doing in my ass. Lance started working the slippery substance into my hole with two of his fingers. They slid in much easier now, and I was able to accept the penetration with far less difficulty. Lance watched his fingers sliding in and out of me almost without blinking, seemingly mesmerized by the work of stretching me open. For my part, I was breathing deeply, trying not to clench too hard around his fingers. The sensation still felt alien to me, but as I relaxed, I started feeling pleasure along with the strangeness.
Once Lance had determined that my ass was sufficiently lubed, his fingers withdrew once more. This time, I wanted to ask him to continue. I wanted him to keep pushing his fingers into me. I opened my mouth to ask just as I felt the tip of the dildo touch against my hole. Almost automatically, I felt myself clench. Lance glanced up at my face, pausing with the toy just resting at my entrance. For a few heartbeats, we were both perfectly still. Then, as I exhaled, I felt him push the tip of the dildo into me.
My head fell back and I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt that intense stretch return. Lance was not slowly fucking the dildo in my asshole, he was shoving it in to its hilt. Inch by inch, the silicone cock slid into my hole and forced it open. The sensation forced me to moan, and if I had the wherewithal to pay attention, I would've heard Lance's soft hum of approval. Instead, it felt like my whole world and all my perceptions were focused on the feeling of the dildo sliding deeper and deeper into me.
It seemed like forever and all too soon when I felt the base of the dildo bump against the outside of my asshole. All seven inches of the toy were buried in my ass, which felt eminently full. For a long moment, the dildo remained still inside of me and I luxuriated in the sense of fullness.
Then Lance was pulling the toy out of me, and the sensation made me moan shamelessly. As it was dragged out of me, I felt my nerves light up with sensation and pleasure. It felt like a toy stroking deeply inside my pussy, but somehow richer and more intense than a toy in my pussy did.
"There's my slut," said Lance, and his voice was so low and satisfied that it might as well have been a purr. "Moaning like a whore with a cock stuffed in her ass, just as she should be."
The entirety of the dildo had been pulled out of me now, save for the tip which was resting just inside my entrance. I was panting from the sensations, and color was starting to rise in my cheeks. Again, Lance paused to glance up at my face. Seeing my lustful, desperate expression, his eyes glittered with satisfaction and avarice. Then, with no warning, he slammed the dildo hilt deep into my ass.
I nearly screamed as he started pumping the toy into my hole, pounding it into me and making me writhe from the intensity of it. The sound of the base smacking into me filled the air, and I bucked my hips in rhythm to his fucking. The pleasure set my body burning, and I was straining in my cuffs, desperately chasing the sensation of an orgasm. I didn't even notice the pain of my already bruised wrists as I jerked and spasmed against the restraints that held me to the bed.
