"Lucy, wake up you asshole!"
I was violently shaken awake. Seeing Ashley's face I quickly got my bearings.
I'm no dunce; I knew she would be mad. After what I've done to her, her ex called her loose. And as punishment for leaving me and sleeping with some guy, I continued to stretch her pussy, and gave her a tattoo.
"I can't believe you did this to me again; and you're going to help me wash this off!"
I smirked, realizing she must have been blacked out. "Ashley, you're a big girl. Does that look like a marker to you?"
"wataa.. " She paused, sitting back on the bed to look at the tattoo. There was a lot of redness, uncharacteristic of marker, plus a deep, throbbing pain. ".. what is it then?"
A desperation crossed Ashley's face, she looked profoundly sad and disturbed.
I crawled over to her, grabbing her shoulder, and pulling her down on the bed. "You know what it is". I stared into Ashley's eyes. "You slept with your ex, and you came over and begged me to take you back. You
begged
. And with a few concessions, I found space in my heart to allow you back in my life"
Ashley was more sad at what was happening to her than upset. She tried to curl up, but the 7.5 inch member inside her made it uncomfortable. I placed my hand on her head, stroking her hair, waiting for a response.
"But.. what.. what will happen if I date other people? What if someone sees?"
"It doesn't matter, your most intimate parts belong to me now. You agreed to this, and now I'm going to do whatever I want to you"
A tear started forming in her eye. "but.. what if..."
I cut her off, grabbing her cheeks with my hand. "Look at me; it doesn't matter. If I want to fist your pussy and give you 8 more tattoos, I can. Understand? In fact, I want you to say it back to me."
Ashley was clearly distraught. This isn't how she imagined the rest of her life going, but she was emotionally (and physically) beat. Her ex called her loose, and she had become accustomed to obscenely rough sex. The tear rolled down her cheek. "ok"
"Ok what?"
"You may do whatever you like to my pussy. I... I belong to you"
This wasn't the resolution Ashley wanted, but it was once forced upon her. I resumed petting her hair, and then she formed one request for me.
"Just please, don't leave me", her gaze meeting mine. "I could never find another man now"
"I promise, I won't" I lied. Truth is, the thought had already crossed my mind, and I hated how she still compared me to other men.
We sat like this for a few minutes, Ashley adjusting to her new reality. In time I stopped petting her head, and moved towards her feet to get a better look at her pussy. Instinctively, Ashley opened her legs. More-so than usual, she reeked of sex.
I gave her clitoris a light kiss, then felt up her stomach with my hand. There was a slight indentation where the large bad dragon kevin toy sat inside her. I envisioned how her organs must have shifted to contain its massive size. The base of the toy still protruded out, compressed against her with the velcro straps holding the toy in place.
Undoing the straps, I coaxed the dry toy out. The knot popped out of her, but in a lazy motion. Her body had come to accept the massive size, much in the same way she'd come to accept her fate emotionally. Getting up from the bed, I grabbed the lube from my nightstand. In my absence, Ashley grabbed the toy, intent on pulling it out.
"You stop that!" I barked. "I get to remove it."
Ashley laid back on her back, awaiting my arrival.
I sat down, lube in hand, and resumed coaxing the toy out. I eased the toy out, until just the head was remaining inside her. I began applying lube to the length of the toy, and around her labia.
Ashley looked up, "What are you doing down there?" She reached her hand down, touching the massive toy.
"We just talked about this, you don't get to question my doing" I replied, annoyed I was facing any resistance. "But if you must know, I'm going to push this back in you and get breakfast. I'm just greasing it up"
"Noo Lucky, I don..."
"WHAT did I just say?", I stared at her. "If you want to leave, you know where the door is."
Ashley bit her lip, scared and confused. I relished in this power. She couldn't leave me, unless she wanted her ex to see her tattoo, or someone to feel how loose she'd become. She was mine. I had complete and utter emotional control over her.
I smiled, applying the lube to the toy. Eventually I began coaxing the toy back into Ashley, listening to her exhale every time another inch was inserted. Soon I was pressing the knot against her, but it entered with much less resistance than I experienced even just last night. I would appear as though the toy had conquered Ashley.
I smiled at my work, although looking at Ashley's face she appeared more dead than anything. I got off the bed and stood up; "Now get up!" I commanded. grinning.
Ashley paused for a second, and then rolled over, trying to get on the floor. Her motion was slightly limited, and upon her feet hitting the floor she almost fell over. I grabbed her, and she smiled. "Thanks", she said weakly. It wasn't much, but it reminded me I do need her to be somewhat happy, and occasionally smile.
"I got you" - I helped her stand upright and begin walking around. Due to the width of the toy's base, she had a slight waddle to her movement. I quickly walked around her and went to my dresser, pulling out a long skirt. "Here. Put this on"
"Thanks, but I have my own clothes"