Illicit Imaginings

[VampiricTouch]

"You came here to get fucked though didn't you. Not to suck my dick. No matter how much we both enjoy it."

He pulled from her to say those words. And despite how much she wanted to keep his lips to hers, she couldn’t. She already was small compared to him. The fact that she’d gone without heels made her feel even smaller.... and vulnerable in his hands. The hand that tightened in her hair made her groan as he turned her and bent her over the desk. Her toes barely getting purchase against the carpet. His grip held tight till her cheeks touched the cold mahogany.

Should’ve worn those heels.

Her dress rides high, so close to completely baring her sex to his eyes. His hand relaxes his grip and draws slowly down her back to the skirt that’s barely covering her ass. He could probably see the imprint of the plug against the fabric. The firm touch made her shiver, the dirty thought made her blush. She shifts beneath his hand. The movement making her glasses askew as she tries to look back at him from her place on his desk. His calloused hand drew the skirt higher around her waist. The anticipation makes her squirm against the edge of the table.

"Someone wants something very badly."

His words made her smile. It pleased her that he’d noticed she was without panties. The small curve of her lips was steeped in the lust she’d contained all day.

She wants him.

“Mmmmm.....” It was a moan that slipped free between tightly pursed lips as he teased her with his fingers. Her hips lifted a touch off the table to pull his thick digits deeper. Her pussy clenched on his digits, needing so much more than just those two fingers. Clenching also tightened her ass around the plug, giving the strange feeling of being filled far more than just his two fingers.

She whines as his digits left her bereft and her brows furrow with her frustration. She ground her sex against the table. The table edge pressed just so against her clit as she sought for the relief she so desperately needed. His kiss was warm against her hot kitty and his tongue wreaked all sorts of havoc. Her thighs tightened and her toes, just barely grazing the carpet, struggled to give her body more freedom to press against his face.

She groaned when his mouth left her pussy lips. He knows what she wants. Taunted her with what he wouldn’t give her by sucking his own fingers clean. It was maddening with his prick grinding her drenched pussy. Each move making the plug shift in her ass, each squeeze of her butt cheeks strained her hole against the girth of her toy.

The lube pools over her bottom and to smear over her ass. Slick and dirty feeling. He works the toy making it stretch her tight depths more then what she thought she could sustain, working the slick liquid further into her hole.

The strain hurt, but the natural shaking of her body against the tables edge worked her body into a cacophony of pain and pleasure. Almost indistinguishable. For a moment she was almost certain the toy was fucking her pussy. Another twist and strain against the tight ring of her ass hole quickly reminded her which hole he was toying with and what he wanted from her.

It reminded her of that morning. Of how she worked the toy into her ass on the bed. The way she fingered her ass and pussy till she’d left a damp spot of her own juices on the towel she’d laid out. Only till her body was so close to the edge that she found the courage to press the tip of the plug to her own ass. Her hand shaking, even in the haze of her lust. The toy was drenched in lube, and smeared across the mounds of her buttcheeks.

It was such a dirty feeling.

But so fucking hot. She’d cried out when the toy pushed passed the tight ring of her sphincter. The sound drowned in her own moans as she worked the toy in and out of her ass, each stroke, slowly, methodically, pushing a little deeper until she lost herself. The first scream of her orgasm with the toy only three quarters in. She forced the last quarter in as her body went rigid, and she lost herself in the intensity. The last dredges of ache disappearing under the deluge of pleasure.

She had soaked through the towel and had almost been late to work.

That was this morning. She'd done it to herself.

Now? Someone doing it to her? Somehow that felt far more dirty.

“Haaahh.... Ahhh please... “ She pleaded between moans at the slight twist, the slow pistoning in and out of her ass. “mmmmAAAhhhh.... no... thats.... ahhh.... fu... filthy!”

 

[chronicle_tenko]

It was a slow process.

But incredibly satisfying for being so slow. It seemed to take ages. Applying the Lubricant, and watching the subtle stretch as more and more of the colored jelly appeared from her winking brown eye. Though that term was more than a little off. He was waiting. letting her shake, watching as she ground her dripping cunt into his desk. No doubt mashing her little clitty, into laquered mahogany. Her shivers and shakes only adding to the pure enjoyment he intended to have with her today.

“mmmmAAAhhhh.... no... thats.... ahhh.... fu... filthy!”

He smiled as the toy finally pulled from her bottom, leaving her exposed and shaking, the slick plug finally exited from her. A slight gape to her hole, a slick patina of lube along the rim.

"Filthy? There isn't a single thing about your body that's filthy." He punctuated this statement with a lick across her ass cheek, and another directing the slip of his tongue into her depths. Tasting her, and the lube, as he let the tip of his tongue tickle her rim.

He applied the lube to the tip of the toy, and slowly rubbed it into her. stopping only to apply more, as he let the toy sink in and out of her. Fucking her with the jelly plug as he prepped her. Angling. Twisting. Letting the plug sink deep, and pull slowly from her, watching as she shook, shushing her when she got too loud, to watch her bite her lip. Enjoying every little sigh, or stifled moan, until he sunk himself deep in her waiting hungry pussy. Spearing his length inside her, filling her full. Incredibly full as he pushed her toy in after. Feeling the jelly against his shaft, as it opened her.

"So tight." He left the plug in, grabbing her hips a moment as he began to fuck his gorgeous willing little assistant. His hips grinding her clit into the desk with every thrust. "You don't have to be quiet. this office is completely sound proof. You know that too." He picked up speed, and let one of his hands smack her glorious cheeks. Then the other. The toy came out, and he pressed. Slow. Incredibly slow, the thick head, much larger than her toy, and still it pushed, so slow. Watching as she gripped his desk, bearing down.

"Relax." He stroked her back, and gently, Much more gently than it would seem a man on his size could, began to stroke her face, pressing softly to keep pressure, as his knuckles gently wafted down her cheek, under her chin. His mouth softly kissing her neck, and nipping her ear right where her glasses at. drawing away, the cycle complete only to start again his hands on her skin, so soft as he pressed, the hiss of his breath, and their matching groans as the head finally sunk inside her.

He stopped only to apply more lubricant, god she was so tight, and so hot. Fuck but it was a challenge not to simply spew now, and this pause was as much for him as for her poor little body. Already wracked, and likely already a few orgasms deep, She still had several inches to take. "A little more sweetling." He was lying. The head alone was inside her, and while that was the hardest part. There was so much more to go.

Push. So tight, so yielding at the same time.

Lube. He needed more, she needed more.

Patience. More of that too.

He wanted badly to simply slam into her. Have her, take her, break her, and use her. If she wasn't so important, and wonderful, and sexy, and trusting. His knuckles brushed her cheek again, and his lips found her neckline. His teeth her jaw, and slowly. Oh so slowly, until he could feel another inch slip inside her. And a third. More, and more, until shuddering together, his hips touched her bottom. fully inside her, every inch buried deep in her gorgeous bottom.

"Now little girl. Now. You get proper fucked." And slowly he drew out of her, and began to thrust.

 

[VampiricTouch]

"Filthy? There isn't a single thing about your body that's filthy."

She turned aside at his words, and buried her face in her hands. Surely he didn’t mean it... He was playing with her ass after all. She gasped when the plug pulled free. Her ass felt strangely vulnerable without it, even more so when his tongue tickled her rim. Her moment of doubt was brief as his tongue emphasized his words and her head shot up with surprise.

It was so dirty...

The back of her hand stifled the sound of her moan as the toy returned to its place. Every thrust of the plug made her body shudder. Her head tossed back and her hand slapped against the table as a hard angling into her bottom drew an incoherent cry from her. She was certain that she was dripping onto his carpet.

She needed to be fucked.

She must’ve been pleading. Mewling pleas set between moans as she ground further into the wood grain of his desk. Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt his cock fill her cunt. The full bodied moan filled the room as he finally granted her what she wanted.

He finally fucked her.

She didn’t try to hold down her cries. A pointless endeavor when her body was shaking so much. She had already been close, driven to the edge just from the taunting of her tight ring and pushed passed it as the toy left her doubly filled. Her pussy clamped down hard on his prick as the first spasm of her climax hit. Her flats fell free from her feet as her toes curled and her body went taut.

He’s relentless as he picks up his pace. The first wave of her release hadn’t passed when the second, riding the hard thrust of his hips crested her system. She’s certain that her nails have left indents on the wood.

She’s vaguely aware of the vacancy in her pussy. The sound of her own voice is still ringing in her ears as her cheek rests against cold mahogany. Her breath is ragged and her eyes slowly work to focus again while small shocks still run through her body.

She’s already spent.

She has breath for a whimper as hot steel presses the puckered ring of her ass. It’s only now that she realizes just how large he is. She squirms. There’s no where to go. No way to get out from his hard cock that’s bearing down on her. Her brows furrow as she tries to reconcile the burning ache that stretches her tight hole, unsure why something that aches this much would be such a rush as her abused clit is ground further into the edge of the table.

“Uhhn...” A softer groan as she fights the urge to tense up and whimpers. “W-won’t fit...”

“Relax” His touch is electric, a tender course of shivers that run down her spine, and the tightness of her ass relaxes, if only a little. His hand trails upwards to caress her cheek and her head lifts to look back at him. Her parted lips capture a lone digit from his hand, sucking it into her mouth as her eyes flutter at the pressure on her back door.

She can taste herself on his finger. The musky sweetness he’s taught her to recognize as her own. She sucks hard, like the very act could assuage his passage into her tight ass. Urge him on. Her teeth gently keep his digit captive, not wanting to let go, but unable to contain the groan that he wrenches from her. It was an eternity before she felt his hips press against the globes of her ass.

"Now little girl. Now. You get proper fucked." And slowly he drew out of her, and began to thrust.

“AAaaahhhh....” She moaned at the girth and depth buried in her, as the captive finger escaped her lips. She tightened around the rod that was speared so deeply inside of her “S - so big... You’re so big!”

His balls slapped softly against her sopping cunt with every slow rock of his hips. She didn’t know this could feel so good. It was dirty, but somehow, so very erotic. Sexy.

She braced herself to look back at him. Feverish eyes holding his gaze in their moment of erotic intimacy. Her moans had pitched higher, broken only by the gasp of air and the thrust of his hips.

** OOC I had more but I felt this was a better stopping point.**

 

[chronicle_tenko]

She was so small. And he was so big, that this amazed him. When they had started; Was it weeks ago? He had hardly believed that she would ever have him completely inside her. Her poor little cunt couldn't do it. His crown caught her cervix in all but the deepest positions, and trying to fuck her womb was painful.

But here. She was full of him. His entire length going in and out of her sodden slippery little asshole like a hot knife through butter. His little anal slut. So brave and proud and hard working. It may look to the world like he was doing all the work to fuck her tight little ass, and wreck her body, but in truth she'd been the one with the idea to fit him there. To wake up each morning and work a new thicker plug in. To bend over slowly, and show him that faint outline of her toy pressing against her underwear and skirt for just a moment. He might be pounding her, and she might be hanging from his desk clit ground into the edge, but this was the reward for all her hard work.

He was going to make damn sure she enjoyed it.

He locked his eyes with hers, watching her tongue loll sexily. That affected, that full. She shook and the sensation of her bottom wiggling with his full length buried in it made him groan. His hand slapped down on her gorgeous golden skin bringing a blush to her heated flesh. He gripped and held her bottom the cheeks shaking as his hips tattooed their presence into her curves. As his balls, heavy bloated already boiling with the need to release, slapped noisily against her dripping sex. Coming away wet with every swing, with every deep plunge into her bottom. Her moans filled the room, Punctuated the slapping of his flesh with hers, brought him close, he shook, and his fingers tightened on her bottom. Hard. So hard he might leave his fingerprints.

He bent over to her, kissed her. Or tried as she shook from his repeated poundings. Her breath ragged as his.

"I'm close." He growled directly into her ear. "So close."

And she froze. He could see it right in her face, as she looked just past him. Worried and frozen. Her toes no longer scrunching his slacks, and her insides hard. Gripping so tight he would not move for fear of hurting her. Or of finishing while she stayed stock still. His head turned to see what had her shooken up. What gave him this much needed moment to rest, and avoid spilling inside her bowels.

The window cleaner. His sponge leaving a wet streak across the window, her eyes following the squeegee as it tapped soundlessly and wiped the window clean. It was tinted too much for anything to be seen. Even at this floor. And far too thick for any sound to penetrate. Motorhead could play his office and no one would know. But the look on her face said that she didn't know that.

"Oh? Does the audience excite you?"

Her face might have registered horror at getting caught, but her body was responding entirely differently. He could see it as he picked her up. Hands on her thighs, leaving her impaled on his shaft. Watching as she shook. her small breasts taking that small jiggle. Her taut nipples if possible flicking further out. the thick pencil eraser size throbbing as he marched her towards the window. Almost eye level with the cleaner. She sobbed once, but he caught the catch of her breath, that said more. The subtle twist of her hips to sink further onto his shaft. Her little moan when he slammed her nipples into the cold glass, and pulled her hair. His hips making their first thrust back into her.

"What is the matter? Are you concerned with being found out. Scared that someone will see you like this, and know just what a dirty little anal slut you are? Or maybe they'll think you're a whore. Willing to do anything to get ahead in this world. Even take this thick cock all the way into your tight little ass."

he growled the last pulling out, she had tightened even further. Or the Lube was getting tacky. A quick reach brought him the bottle and a few strokes and a few slaps had his shaft slick and ready. Sinking back into her depths with a groan. She was so hot, so tight. And she was shaking now. Shaking like she loved being called a slut. But what was apparent was how much she liked the thought of being discovered. He reached forward began to tease her poor abused little clit. Slowly picking up speed again as he pushed himself fully into her again. His thick shaft stretching her poor little bottom, as he groaned with lust and effort.

"What are they gonna think when you walk out of here all disheveled. Freshly fucked look, and my spunk dripping down your stockings. It isn't like you wore panties today."

He went harder. Turning himself on, and listening to her. There were no more employees here now. They'd been fucking for close to an hour. But she didn't seem to know. She was lost in the world of her pleasure, and he had never loved her more for it.

"When everyone knows you. Are mine."

 

[VampiricTouch]

"I'm close." He growled directly into her ear. "So close."

So was she.

Her spell broke as movement caught in the corner of her eye. Her gaze focused on the man outside the ceiling to floor length windows, a squeegee in one hand and a sponge in another as the stranger vigorously cleaned glass.

The terror gripped her that she’d been seen. Color drained from her face, then suffused into a bright flush as he held her tight, still pinned against his desk. Her eyes widened and her body clamped down tight onto his shaft.

"Oh? Does the audience excite you?"

“No... Don’t go there....” She shook her head hard in denial, pleaded, cried, but it didn’t stop him. Large hands lifted her easily and with his prick still lodged deeply inside her ass, they moved towards the window. She whimpered. The slightest of motion, of struggle, jostled their connection as gasped breath broke her train of words and thought.

The moan escaped her altogether when cold glass pressed against her breasts. She hadn’t known how much of a turn on this would be. A distant part of her mind noticed that the trim of her stockings were damp with her own juices.

Her eyes fluttered as his hand coiled into her hair and pulled back. A forceful arch as her nipples pressed into the window. Hot skin on cold glass. She’d swear that he was larger. Or she was tighter. She wasn’t sure.

It didn’t matter. He felt too fucking good. Right where he was at.

"What is the matter? Are you concerned with being found out. Scared that someone will see you like this, and know just what a dirty little anal slut you are? Or maybe they'll think you're a whore. Willing to do anything to get ahead in this world. Even take this thick cock all the way into your tight little ass."

And he left her empty again. She fought the shaking in her legs, willed herself to stay standing, knowing that his cock had been the only thing holding her up, pinned against the window for the window cleaner to see. He was so close. She could see the window cleaner’s blue eyes with her cheek against the glass.. Had she been a little more coherent, she might’ve realized the window cleaner could not see her. But she wasn’t.

“AHHhhh FUCK! Yessss....” Her respite was brief. Her hands braced against the window as her hips rolled back to greet him. Her legs were quivering, struggling to stay up on her toes to match his height, trying to meet him thrust for thrust in a risque display for her imagined spectator and losing herself there.

A performance for an audience.

Her ragged breath fogged up the window. “Mmmm....ahhh. But I like you... fucking my ass. Don’t you - Don’t you like fucking....”Another breath, another gasp ” Your- your little slut?” Another roll of his hips, another slap of his balls against her cunt, another groan of pleasure.

“Kiss me.” A demand as her head tossed back to look at him. She licked her lips, catching her breath between strokes as her body tightened on him. Her arm snaked upwards to tighten into his hair, pulling him down to meet her lips. She could feel him twitch in the closed confines of her ass. The perfect control of strokes lost as he pounded hard into her. Short erratic thrusts. He was close too.

He pushed her off the edge first.

Lips parted and she caught a glimpse of him before her vision went white. Her toes curled into the carpet as she shook, violently. Each spasm of her body around his prick a broken note in her scream of pleasure.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

She was so fierce sometimes. Always passionate, always willing, and always his. But sometimes she was fierce about it.

This was one of those times. She was coming, and powerfully. The mental sensation, and thrill of perhaps being watched, being caught, being exposed, the cold glass, his dick in her ass. There were a lot of reasons. But it had snowballed into her, and it was washing her away. She had had answers to his questions. She had asked one of her own even. And he might have even answered her. Yes, a thousand a million times yes. He loved fucking his little slut. He loved seeing her on her knees under his desk, lips wrapped snug, and throat distended. Somehow making her eyes smile since her mouth was too busy.

The time he had thrown her across the conference room table, and rolled her skirt up, until she took him to the base. It was hard for her, her pussy was shallow. But he loved it regardless. It's tiny little vessel doing it's best to sheathe him. Futile, maybe impossible, but sexy to see. To watch. And now, here, impaled fully. Like some magic trick, her sweet, soft, bottom swallowing him fully. Into a tight hot, cavern of naughty lust. She clenched, the orgasm driving her body, and her hand in his hair reminded him of where he was. her lips found his. Her little broken command, pregnant in the air, until he delivered. His lips touching hers, and his cock spasming inside her. He was cumming too.

God she was so fierce when she wanted to be.

He shuddered but held on. She was almost limp. The shaking of her little body from the orgasm, took all her strength it seemed. Her muscles useful only for the shaking spams she was enduring as well as he. He was lost however. He body sinking, the long hard body rocking thrusts, Little more than quick, shallow stabs. Bursts from his hips that wanted to add. To fire deeper into her bowels. Arcing trails of his seed, spattering her walls, and staining the rippling sides of her bowel with lava hot, sticky strings. He ached, unable to hold her, and himself, so he sank, Collapsing on top of her gently. Rolling to his side as he curled about her. His arms tight about her, as they shook together. Lost in the sea of their own lust.

He growled then. From silence to deep sinuous body shaking rumble. Moaning her name, through his expenditures. She was filled, and he could feel the sticky mix of Lube, and his seed dripping onto his shaft, but he didn't care. messy he might be, but nothing could pry her from his arms. Nothing could stop him from completion with her. Dimly he was aware that they were lying on the floor. He was spooning her, and he did have amazingly soft carpet. But that was a matter for another time. As was clean up. And everything else.

Now, as he kissed her face from the side, and held her tight. There was only the end of a productive day. And Rest for later tonight.

Finis​

 

[VampiricTouch]

Nurse - Scene 6

She was nervous. Having worked so hard to get to where she was. Now that she was here, walking into the hospital for her first day, nervous was an understatement. She’d only dreamed of this day and now, this day was here. She had been excited the week before, now, she was just nervous.

The automatic doors slid open, greeting her with the chaos within. A nurse pushed a man in a wheelchair by, the soothing murmur drowned in the herald of a stretcher making a beeline to the ER, with two more nurses trailing behind the doctor in charge.

She could stand there all day in awe.

“Saiya. Right? Today’s your first day.” The head nurse greeted her and handed her a folded uniform. “Go change and be quick about it. We’ll start you off by checking on the patients.” The woman picked up a clipboard and leafed through the papers. “Everyone here should be discharged today. It should be well within your training and it’ll give you time to get up to speed.“

Handing the clipboard over, the head nurse directed her down the hall and then turned to her next task at hand.

The changing room was small. Just enough for her to hang up her bag. She stripped down in a hurry. Sheer white stockings rolled up to her thighs, hands slid through sleeves and pulled the front close. She worked quickly to button the white buttons that ran down her left side. The buttons stopped at her thigh, letting the rest of the skirt that fell to her knees have a natural cut. She could see the barest glimpse of her stockings’ wide lace trim as she bent to put the last button in place. Finally straightening, she stared at herself in the mirror, looking a lot more like the nurse she was supposed to be.

A stray hair dropped into view as she smoothed her hands down the front of her dress.

That had to be fixed.

With a hair tie and a few bobby pins in her mouth, she brushed her hair out of her face into high twin tails. Stray hairs completely under control, adding her hat as a final touch, she was ready.

Her reflection against the mirror was so much calmer than she felt. It felt uncomfortably tight around her chest and the strained buttons were evidence. She would have to find a tailor later. The elegant white with sensible buttons was a modest affair. Aside from the strain about her bust, it made her proud to be in uniform, to be staffed as a nurse, to be helping the greater good. It gave her the courage to step out into the hallway to start her day.

If she hadn’t arrived early, she would’ve been late by the time she checked into her department to start her rounds. Suddenly working in the hospital seemed like a daunting task.

 

[VampiricTouch]

Purple Haze 1 - Prelude

She doesn’t know when her habit had spiraled so far out of control, but one day she couldn’t calm down without it and now she was too broke to pay for it.

Ask Him for it - her dealers had said - He frequently will extend a bit of credit or work for a few token wafers. Even if He doesn’t, if asked nicely most people leave with a souvenir wafer of Purple Haze as consolation.

So here she stands. In the only serviceable dress and staring up in fear at the security guard manning the door. The Orgy Room emblazoned obnoxiously across the top where He held court most nights. The guard demands a search and snaps on some gloves. It’s due process. He says. When she stares in confusion, he sighs and directs her to turn and put her hands on the wall. With a hand holding her firmly against the wall, her skirts hiked up around her waist, and his finger knuckle deep into her ass, he announces loudly over her cries that he can’t allow her entry. Even without touching her, he knew she would fail his test for entry.

He starts to harden at the thought.

She notes the growing tent in his pants that the guard also expected to taste the wares before one was allowed entry. She looks at the exit and then back at him. Just that look made the fidgeting shakes start. So much for having her habit under control. Could she continue without her fix? No.

“Could you help me… qualify? What do I need to do?” That was how she ended up back against the wall, with his cock in her pussy, and him pushing another pump of something into her ass. “Your ass is filthy and it’ll be my job if I let you in like that. Now hold it all in until I blow my load…”

Tears well up as he fucks her, struggling to hold whatever it was inside her. “Please… I can’t - hold it…” she gasps between his thrusts.

He makes her beg and feel her tighten around his cock as she fights the slow leak on her sphincter. Finally relenting to push a generous plug into her ass. Enough that even when she relaxes just a touch from the plug, the size puts enough pressure to keep her snatch tight.

“Doesn’t mean you should relax your pussy!” He snaps with a punctuated slap on her ass for effect. “Is that how you appreciate my help?” He pulls at at the plug, letting the bulb crest her rim. “Start swinging your hips. Show me just how grateful you are” He growls, bracing himself to let her start pushing back into his cock. He keeps a hand on the plug, so that each time she swings away, the bulb just barely crests her rim and pops back in when her hips slap against his.

She pushes against the wall, crying, gasping with each thrust back onto his cock and the invading plug. Quite literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. “Please. Cum…. For. Me” She begs between gasps and thrusts.

He taunts her. Tells her she’s not fucking him fast or hard enough to make him cum. It’s a lie, but it’s enough to draw a wrangled sob from her and she redoubles her effort to fuck him.

She crumples onto the ground when he finally releases her. Soft cries from the pain of the enema working her innards and the humiliation of being so callously used. There was the small consolation of the condom, at least her sex didn’t feel like a filthy mess.

She looks up through bleary eyes to watch him tie the condom and its contents off, then hook it on the chain belt around her waist - the only thing he had given her to wear after her strip search earlier. The rubber was tacky from her own juices against her skin.

“No time to rest sweetheart. Now that you’ve paid your deposit. As promised, I’m going to get you cleaned up, prepped and practiced for the Orgy Room.”

 

[VampiricTouch]

Purple Haze 2 - Prelude

He hoists her to her feet, steadying her as she looks up with a glimmer of hope. He walks her to a padded table, and directs her to get on. She perches on the table edge, careful of the plug that jostled in her ass.

“Going to need to wax off that … mess” he waves at the trim cut of hair in her nethers and slaps on another set of gloves, relishing the way she flinches at the sound.

He fishes out a gag, one that would force her mouth into a wide open O. “While I work, you should get some oral practice. With that.” He gestures to the mechanical arm that’s mounted to the wall.“There’s an inflatable toy at the end. It’ll start easy, should be quite manageable. As time goes on, the machine will alternate between increasing speed or increasing the size of the toy.” He smiles and waves away her protests. “There’s no danger here. I’ll even put the safety stop button in your hand. But if you stop before I’m done waxing you, then I’ll take that as you want to quit your entry to the Room.”

He turns to check the small boiler of warm wax. “Ah. The wax is just about ready. Shall we?”

She slowly opens her mouth and works it around the O in the gag. After cinching the buckle tight, he hands her the button and she gingerly lays back on the table. The mechanical arm whirrs to life as the first dab of wax warms her skin.

The first few moments are indeed manageable. The toy is small and the speed pumping in and out of her mouth was slow. Enough that he can hear her squeal in pain when the first wax strip rips hair off her skin. Satisfied that she had things under control, he lifts her hips to set another machine under her plug. There is another squeal of protest when the machine starts and begins a rotation on the plug, churning up her ass. Now he begins to wax in earnest. Dabs of wax. Strips of linen. Rip. Muffled cry. Soon even her cries can’t be heard, simply the flail and convulse of her body from the pain. He is sure the machine was working the toy in and out of her throat, and she would need to spare herself the faculties to pace her breathing with it.

Finally her ordeal ends and the mechanical arm swivels away back into place, by then he’s hard again. She is a heaving mess of tears when he helps her sit up. Leaving only the rotating plug to continue its relentless churn. He helps unbuckle the gag, letting her work her jaw through the strain. She groans incoherently and looks down at her freshly waxed nethers. A thin manicured happy trail leading down to her clit is the only hair left.

He holds her as she cries. Running fingers through the snarls of her hair. Slowly the ache in her stomach and ass bring her back around and her sobs subside into hiccups. He offers her a towel to wipe her face clean. Letting her go to admire his handiwork. She eyes his hardening cock warily before returning the towel with thanks.

“Words are cheap. I expect you to show me your thanks. Let’s see what you’ve learned from the machine.” He pauses and places a condom in her hand. “If you do a good job, I’ll even let you use the toilet afterwards - without my supervision”

At his direction, she gingerly lays back down, her head lolling just a bit past the edge. The table lowers itself to his hip level, at the right height to get a close up view of his cock swaying in her face. Taking the condom in her mouth she presses it around his crown, letting her mouth unroll it as she fills her mouth with cock.

She struggles to breath as he finally hilts his length into her throat, her nose buried into his balls. He holds her there, and increases the intensity on the churn of her ass, wider, deeper rotations. He groans with pleasure as she squirms, watching the way her throat tightens, ripples around the bulge of his dick sheathed there, fighting to not lose all the air she has from the extra stimulation.

“Very good…” he grunts as he finally pulls from her throat, letting her take that gasp of air just as she was sure she would faint from the lack. And then the face fucking began.

He takes her mouth like he’s fucking a piece of ass bent over the table. His balls slap into her face with each thrust. Every breath fills her nose with the stink of sweat of his balls, she can almost taste it. But the machine had one silver lining. It had forced her to take a thicker longer dildo than the guard’s girth and as long as his hips kept thrusting, she could keep up.

It was the long deep draws where he forced her to ration her breath that was hard- not knowing when he’d let her breath again…

He paces her. Fucking her earlier took off the edge of needing to cum now. Offering the control he needs to slow down when he got close, giving her instructions to suck between groans, use her tongue on the draw. “Do it reliably if you want to get me offf…” he snaps, but it lacks bite when spoken on a groan.

He keeps her at it until she sucks cock the way he wants. Before finally offering his first compliment. “Very good. You’re a faster learner … than I’d prefer” a grunt and growl “gonna cum…”

It’s the only warning before he hilts into her throat again. His cock swelling as she whimpers with her mouth full. His hand rests on her throat, gently pressuring, making them both feel the passage of his cum as it pumps thru and fills the condom.

He cums for what feels like an eternity before finally pulling from her mouth altogether. Leaving her wheezing, gasping for breath.

Good job… very good job.” He breathes heavily, his hands brace against the table around her head. Switching off the machine he helps her sit up.

“There’s a bathroom through that door. Take your time cleaning up. You earned it.” Pulling off the condom, careful to not spill as he knots it and hangs it on the chain about her waist. “Be careful with your souvenirs. That’s your entry ticket into the Room”

“Don’t look at me like that. I meant it. I’ve made girls suck off a third load while pushing this stuff out.” He tapped her roiling belly. “For remedial training. You’re a fast enough learner to not need the extra lesson.”

He waits until he hears the sharp cry echo across the tile floor of the bathroom and turns to set up the last station. It was a shame his time with her would be ending soon. Perhaps if his Boss liked her, he’d get to see more of her. So few women kept pace with his demands, it always took a few tries to get one to suck cock properly. It was a shame she picked it up so fast…

 

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Purple Haze 3 - Prelude

There was a shocking lack of smell. Whatever came out of her was a thick creamy mess, as if the churn of the plug in her ass for so long had churned the liquid into butter. Her whole body had ached so much keeping that stuff inside, that it was bliss to release it. The thought that she felt pleasure from it made her sick.

She sits, shaking on her porcelain throne. A combination of the withdrawal and the purge of her innards leaves her a wreck on the toilet seat. After emptying her guts and the brief hit of filthy bliss pass, her ass felt slick and violated.

She sits and sobs, waiting, hoping more of the mess would come out, and the disgusting feeling would fade… but it didn’t.

She eventually finds strength in her legs again and gathers herself to shower. Standing under the scalding water and scrubbing herself raw as if she could take off the dirty feeling he left on her.

It takes a long time before she realizes that the withdrawal shakes weren’t going to go away no matter how much water she wasted…

She wraps herself in a towel before she steps out of the bathroom to face the guard again. She can no longer keep her shaking under control.

He looks up from his seat to smile at her, getting up to meet her.

“The towel” His hand open with expectation.

She hangs her head and lets the towel drop, laying the damp terry cloth in his hand. Her hands wrap around herself in a futile attempt at modesty- a bit late now that he’d seen her bare. He takes the end of the towel, and snaps it at her bare ass. She cries out and dances away from him.

“That was for thinking you could come out covered. Now take a seat” He folds the towel over his arm and points to a toy mounted stool.

She stares at the stool before offering a pleading glance back up at him.

“Use your mouth if you need lube. Dawdle too long and I’ll add a second for your ass.”

Her eyes widen in a panic and she leans over the toy to leave a generous trail of saliva over the crown. Then carefully straddle the seat to sink herself onto the toy with a whimper.

“That’s to keep you preoccupied while I work. Didn’t want you to be bored y’know.”

He wheels the chair over to a mirror and begins to towel dry her hair. His foot taps a button that starts the toy in her chair, a slow, warm rise and fall into her sex. Her eyes squeeze shut, waiting for the pain that never comes. Slowly her eyelids crack open to look at him on the mirror with bewilderment. She gapes at him in surprise when she realizes that he had been conditioning and now was blowing out her hair.

He laughs at her shock. “I did say I was going to make you presentable. It’s best to be a little bit horny going in. Enjoy it while it lasts.”

After the last strand of hair falls into place, he takes a bottle of body oil and slathers a generous squelch into his palms. He starts on her shoulders, taking the time to massage the tension in her neck and shoulders. Not enough to release the knots, but just enough to make her relax.

His hands slip down to her chest, taking his time to grope them, rolling her nipples till they harden. She almost moans for him.

She watches him through half lidded eyes as he takes one foot, working his way up her thigh, only to repeat on the other side. It’s when he leans over her, tucking both hands, slick with oil, under her butt, groping her ass cheeks, and lifting her just a bit off the toy before letting her settle back down… that elicits a shuddering gasp of obvious pleasure.

“It’s almost show time… gotta do one last security check.” He whispers into her ear.

He straightens to direct her view back to the full length mirror. “Stand up, bend over, hands on the mirror.”

She hesitates and quails under his glare. She shudders when she rises off the toy. Her gaze returns to the mirror to note the glisten of her own juices. She had to admit that she looked good after his ministrations. The oil left a smooth golden bronze sheen over her skin, somehow her legs felt longer in the reflection as she bent forward and her hair perfectly framed her face.

He took his time to grope her butt cheeks, grabbing, kneading the oil into her soft ass. Finally spreading her ass wide, he presses onto her sphincter and begins to slowly sink into her butt.

“If you fuck up all the hard work I put into you, not only will I fail your entry… ohhhhhh… fuck…” his words trail off as he sinks into the depths of her tight ass. The fluids earlier left her ass a sloppy slick mess and made it difficult for her to deny his passage.

“You’re an anal slut aren’t you…” He growls when the first pull from her ass draws an involuntary moan.

She can’t help it. She protests weakly but the woman reflected in the mirror has her eyes rolling back. He laughs and begins to pound her ass, his balls slapping against her pussy, coming away with her juices- even more evidence of how aroused he’s left her feeling.

It’s a quickie for both of them, as her own anal orgasm drives into his. He braces against the mirror to support both of them. Her legs barely support herself if not for his cock keeping her up.

“Good job. You pass…” He breathes heavily. Pulling from her ass with a dirty pop. For the third time that night, tying off the condom to hang on the chain around her waist.

 

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Purple Haze 4 - The Orgy Room

She walks into the room, naked and vulnerable. She had a whole speech on how she’d be a hard worker if He’d only give her another hit of Purple Haze and a chance to prove it… all of it going out the window when she sees Him.

Actually she never saw him. Only it. The obnoxiously purple colored wafer, the size of a dollar coin, rolling across His fingers

He smiles when he sees her fixation, the way her eyes follow the wafer as he flips it into the air and catches it. The hungry wistful gaze lingering on his fingertips.

He thumbs the wafer and with just the right amount of pressure, He cracks it along pre-scored lines. He drops the fragments on a plate beside his chair, selecting a piece to then balance on his hardening cock.

He beckons to her to attend to him, before turning his attention back towards his court.

“You probably didn’t know this, but Purple Haze was developed… to be taken with cum.” He announces to the investors ogling the naked staff on offer. “The combination turns a drug of relaxation into shared ecstasy. Please take a sample token and feel free to evaluate the results for yourselves”

He watches as they eagerly find partners of their own. Soon those investors would be hooked as well.

He was careful with his own usage. Partaking very little in the drugs He peddled. The women He fucked were kept on the deep end of withdrawal, almost clean. When he wanted new blood, he favored those that hadn’t tried the potent combination. Taking pleasure in watching their downfall into the abyss of the true Purple Haze.

She can’t believe her luck. He was offering her a fix in exchange for some oral… it was a far cheaper price than she anticipated. She goes into autopilot. It’s the withdrawal moving her, not even remembering how she ended up on the dais, on her knees before him. The withdrawal does the talking - whatever it is she says, no longer matters. Her mouth wide, eagerly capturing the fragment of Purple Haze, along with the crown of his cock.

A swirl of her tongue over his crown, deftly tucks the wafer under her tongue. Wicking away a fraction of that Purple Haze and feeling her muscles relax as the anticipation of the drug slowly seeps into her system. She sucks Him the way the guard made her. The hollow of her cheeks on the draw, the swirl of her tongue on the take. Each stroke pushes him as deep into her throat as she can.

The first taste of his pre cum mixing with the Purple Haze turns what had been a transaction into the beginnings of transcendence. Suddenly no longer an obligation, but something else altogether. The place where the mix first hit her tongue…it felt good. Her demeanor shifted, picking up her pace to demand for more.

He grins at her sudden exuberance, pleased with his choice. The guard at the North gate was choosy. If he’d passed her with only 3 rounds, it meant she’d be a fine piece of ass…

It’s hard to deny her when she sucks so diligently.

 

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Purple Haze 5 - The Orgy Room

The first spurt of his cum that fills her mouth is electric. The taste is a footnote in the face of pleasure that ripples through her nerves. She orgasms with him as spurt after spurt of cum fills her mouth, her throat. She buries her face into his groin, and in that moment, forgets to breathe, engrossed in feeling the pulsing hot spew of his jizz. Each splatter lights up an intense pleasure in her mouth. Never had she been so grateful to have a cock buried in her throat. Her last thought as her mind faded into a cloud of purple ecstasy.

He pulls her off of him lest she completely suffocate on his dick. She fights the fist coiling into her hair, her tongue lolling to reach his cock. All of this as she takes a shuddering breath - even that breath brings a ripple of pleasure through her system.

“Taste of my cum feels amazing doesn’t it.” His voice is deep, husky from his own release. “I’m told that your ass will feel even better…”

“More… pleash…” Her words slur as she begs, barely coherent in the haze of her pleasure. She didn’t know when her fingers were buried in her pussy. Her mind could only focus on one thing… more cum

He selects another one of the pieces of Purple Haze, one with smooth rounded edges, and notes that her gaze no longer followed the wafer. Instead her eyes followed the bob and wave of his cock. The tip and crown of his dick already twitching as her breath wafts over, still sensitive from cumming, and contact from Purple Haze. It was less potent than if he’d been smeared and immersed in it, but its effects kept him from softening, where even the sensation of air drove him to need another release…

 

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Purple Haze 6 - The Orgy Room

“Spread your ass for me. I want to hear you beg for my cock in your ass.” He releases the fistful of her hair so she can follow through.

“But… cum…” She whines, her nose is so close to his cock, the bubbling source of cum, the epitome of pleasure on her lips and she had to deny herself. On her hands and knees, she turns to point her ass up at him, her shoulder braces against the ground so that she can reach both hands back to spread her ass cheeks.

“Pleash uuuse… fuck… my assssh” Her words slur, her tongue and throat still tingling from the Purple Haze.

He presses the small token of Purple Haze into her sphincter, eliciting a moan. The reaction is immediate as her hips relax and her hands almost slip from her butt cheeks. He presses his crown to her sphincter and she yields easily, hungrily for him.

“Very… good…” He groans, taking a moment to steady his own need, each word taken with effort as he staves off the base urge to pound her. “Since you were such a good girl… I have a reward for you. Look, another source of cum” He grins and beckons to a male staffer on standby. The Staffer’s doped up hungry grin matches hers as he eagerly stands in front of her, his cock waving for her attention.

 

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Purple Haze 7 - The Orgy Room

She would have squealed with delight, but his cock took that moment to draw from her well lubricated ass, leaving the drug deep in her rectum. Her squeal becomes a moan and the Staffer takes advantage of her open mouth to fill it. The touch of cock in her mouth starts a shudder through her body; a cyclic clamp and release in her ass.

As He hilts into her ass, He pushes her farther onto the cock in her mouth. The passing shaft in her throat is heavenly, like her mouth had become a pussy for their use. The Staffer groaned, his cock swelling in contact with the activated Purple Haze in her throat, heightening the sensation on his skin, his crown, his shaft. If the Orgy Room hadn’t squeezed so much cum from him before, he would’ve exploded in her mouth.

As it were, she has to work for the taste of cum in both her holes. One arm hooks around his waist, keeping him close, and bracing herself against him. The other hefts his balls, as if she could weigh the cum that was promised her.

Every fiber of her body reverberates with pleasure. Her throat is practically vibrating with her cries.

The Purple Haze in her ass, numbs the ache of him stretching her hole, relaxing enough for him to work in and out of her sphincter. The Purple Haze bubbling on her mouth with the remnants of cum, distracts her with pleasure. It should’ve hurt… but each time he presses into her throat, her ass tightens and her pussy drips.

A distant part of her mind can taste the musk of his prior trysts on his cock. That knowledge seems to only drive her further…

Until He swells in her ass, and she feels the load of His cum sear into her. Her ecstasy was instant. Tightening on both cocks as a wave of purple floods her vision. She just crests her high when he pulls from her mouth, affording her one precious gasp of air before driving deep into her throat, throbbing, swelling, cumming.

She did not know a more intense orgasm. Her whole body spasms with raw tension as the rush of her climax blurs with the rush of ejaculated ecstasy.

** Purple Haze - Fini **

 

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ReNova Ranch 1 - Prelude

He laid out the details of her new regimen on the first day at the facility. Was he a manager? A researcher? A doctor? She had missed his title in the stacks of paper. Pages of legalese that stated, She, the undersigned, would no longer be eating solids - in fact she had been instructed to fast prior to arrival. Her new diet would be a specialized blend of Ensure and other nutrients her body would need. Her digestive system would be reconditioned for other purposes.

A different medical cocktail of chemicals and as fresh of semen as one could procure, would be taken rectally. She would stay in the room to be monitored for any adverse reactions to the mix, and to gauge her absorption rate.

The researcher - she settled on that as his title - looked up from his chart and pointed to her chest with his pen. “You’re unfortunately quite flat. We’ve found that Soma production does not begin until one has reached at least DD.” She covered her chest defensively as he continued. “Your rate of absorption will dictate how fast those grow, which will then dictate when you might begin producing raw Soma for distilling into ReNova”

“In the meantime, we will keep your husband on life support in a different wing of the same facility, with round the clock care and you are welcome to stay there with him. Now if there are no questions, you can sign these here, here and here. Oh initial there. And we can get you cleaned up to start the first infusion”

She stared at the stacks of paper that would sell her body to the devil of a pharma corporation and hesitated. The researcher rested a hand on hers and gently told her “If at any time you are no longer comfortable with the infusions, we can stop. If you need us to slow down, let the medical team know and we shall do so. We will go at whatever pace you are comfortable with”

She sighed and picked up the pen to sign the paperwork. It really wasn’t her comfort level that concerned her, but rather the amount of time her husband might have left…


It will be a few posts before any coitus is to be had, assuming my writing keeps up with the demands of my muse. This series will include but is not limited to the following: body modification, anal, cumflation, corruption, infidelity, lactation

 

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ReNova Ranch 2 - Clinical Trials Prelude

The enema was a shock, regardless of how clinically it was administered. She still felt violated as it worked through her bowels and cleaned her out. Repeatedly until she was flushed so clean she thought her ass might have been sterile enough to eat from.

Then the ordeal truly began.

The researcher, perhaps he really was a doctor - snapped on a pair of gloves and held up what might have been the largest rectal syringe she’d ever seen.

“We will start with a pint of this today.” He explained. “If your body processes it well, we can up the dose to accelerate the body changes. Now lay down.” He indicated the medical bed with its crisp paper liner.

She reluctantly laid down per his instructions and he lifted the hospital gown out of the way. He had made no comment at the chastity belt that only allowed access to her anus. Instead there was a squelch of lube and a brusque finger pressed on her sphincter. She yelped at the sensation and clenched down.

“Try to relax. It makes the process easier.” He commented and his finger pushed into her ass. Sawing, wiggling in and out a few times to coat a generous amount of cold lubricant in her rectum. The feeling made her shudder as he worked - and then the sensation was gone.

“Here goes.” The nozzle pressed into her ass, she was sure the tip went further than his finger had. The cold thick liquid made her jolt and tense up. There was a whimper and she began to tremble. “C-cold!” She gasped as the pressure in her bowels began to increase.

“Ah yes. Sorry about that. Semen is the primary ingredient here and we need it as fresh as possible. Unfortunately that stuff denatures so fast… we try to slow it down by keeping it cold but it means …” he shrugged and continued to push the plunger until it bottomed out.

“Alright. Now squeeze those glutes so you don’t leak out…” He made a show of wiggling, twisting the tip in her ass before pulling it free. He quite enjoyed the soft whimpering cries… Then he filled the syringe and repeated the process.

“Should I stop?” He asked, when she finally cried out at her overstretched bowels, knowing full well that he had pushed more than the promised pint into her ass.

“Please… no more. I can’t. I can’t keep it in….” She gasped. Her sphincter twitched around the syringe that was pressed into her, perhaps the only thing keeping the fluid inside her.

He tsked. “Shame. We didn’t finish that pint. But very well. Hold out a little longer and I’ll put in a plug to help keep it all in.” He waved the small butt plug in front of her. Again he jostled the emptied syringe, purposely making her cry out, before pulling it free to push in the plug. “Oh. Let me seat this properly.” He commented as he fucked the little plug in and out of her ass a few times before popping the flare all the way in.

“Alright now sit tight, make yourself comfortable and we’ll check in on you to make sure you’re not having any… rejection.”

He smirked as he left the room, leaving her to her on devices.

Her stomach ached from the stretch. Her ass ached from the invasion… and really her whole body ached. She tried to sit and found that the plug pressed deeper into her ass. The small bulge in her belly put too much pressure to lay on her back, and she finally settled on her side. Exhaustion sank in and she gradually faded into a drug induced sleep.

She woke in and out of the state of stupor, unaware of the passing hours until the same doctor returned to gently shake her awake. “How do you feel?”

She groaned and gradually woke up and then took stock of her condition. Her swollen belly had vanished and the ache in her stomach was gone. Her rectum still felt violated but it was a small blessing to not feel the stretch of that liquid in her bowels. Her body was also very warm.

He indicated for her to roll over and jostled, then pulled at the plug. She shuddered at the feeling.
“Looks like you absorbed all that in… 5 hours” he checked his watch and made a note on a clip board. “Now sit up and let’s measure you.”

He pulled a measuring tape over her chest and underbust. Taking meticulous notes on her chest and tsked again at the results. “If you’re up for it, we should plan to do this twice a day so that you take in as much as possible. I don’t think this is statistically enough difference from where you started. This will be a slow process”

 

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ReNova Ranch 3 - Beginning of the Fall
It took a week before the rising sensitivity in her body became noticeable. She had acclimated to the plug and the full sensation of her stomach slowly ceased to be onerous. She still hated the cold coiling feeling that roiled through her insides, but… it didn’t hurt as much.

After a week, he pronounced that she had gone up nearly a quarter cup size and also scolded her that she was letting the precious fluid leak out of her anus. “We will have to go to a larger plug.” He announced after showing her the evidence of leakage on the smaller counterpart.

She hung head, blushing furiously at having to have this sort of conversation, “There’s - there’s too much pressure…” she tried to argue but could see he would have none of it. “Could I … do less but make up for it with a … another dose or two in the evening? Would that help?”

His eyes lit up at the idea and agreed to make arrangements for a third and fourth dose the following day.

She adjusted to the new schedule. Now that they were familiar with her absorption rate, she was allowed to wander where she liked, provided she returned for each new dose. She had taken to wearing the lightest dresses she could get. A side effect of her infusions meant she was burning up. She stopped trying to wear bras - if her chest was going to keep growing, buying new ones seemed like a futile effort. She waddled away looking pregnant, and returned a few hours later with her nipples standing at attention through the material of her clothes. Any contact seemed to make them stiff. Whether it be the brush of the tape measure or the chafe of her clothes.

At the two week mark, he stopped her at the end of their third session. “I need to check your chest - beyond the usual measurements. They’re growing, as we intend, but it’s important to make sure we don’t get cancerous growth there. So we will have to do an exam for that”

She obediently laid back onto the bed. He arranged her hands to rest behind her head before he lifted the top of the hospital gown away. Then he began to knead her breasts.

It took all of her self control to not moan at the feeling as he groped and squeezed them from every angle, different grips, varied strength. Each one eliciting a gasp or whimper. All of it culminated in her nipples. Finally he rolled the tip between latex clad fingers, a gentle squeeze, then pulled until she cried out, a sound that was dangerously akin to a moan.

“All clear. Very good work for the day. Thank you.” He nodded and returned to scribble more notes. She shame facedly got off the bed and dressed, then excused herself from the room

She returned to her husband’s room to sit beside his bed. The chest examination had left her wanting as she stared longingly at him. Finally she swallowed hard and made a decision. She went to the security camera she had noted before in the room and covered it. Then she took the small key she had hung around his neck and unlocked the chastity belt under her dress. There, seated beside her husband, with her legs spread open, her dress hiked around her waist, she began to play with herself. One hand rolled her nipple and the other fingered her pussy. The result didn’t take long- not when she was hyped on the sensitivity drugs slipped into her system…

Her husband’s attending physician was alerted by security and was called to check on the room. Just in time to watch her masturbate, cum with her husband’s name on her lips, gradually collect herself, lock the chastity belt back on and hang the key back around her husband’s neck…

 

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ReNova Ranch 4 - Taunt and Temptation

Her evening self care became a new addition to her routine. The infusion in her ass had stopped hurting altogether, and she had to bite back the moan when the tip of the syringe pressed into her sphincter. Unbeknownst to her, the Researcher had also been gradually increasing the size of the plug, and the quantity of fluid.

One day he informed her that another doctor would be administering her infusions for the day. To her surprise, her husband’s attending physician stepped in with a brief introduction.

She shifted uncomfortably as the two men administered shot after full shot of fluid into her ass. The new doctor seemed to take his time seating the plug properly, pulling it free multiple times with a contemplative harumph before stabbing it back in - eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure from her, and a chastisement from the other man. “You want to be gentler on the entry there, we don’t want to inflict unnecessary pain on our patient.”

With that comment the plug came free with a dirty pop and gasp. A gentler entry followed by the fat bulb rimming the tight muscle, fucking in and out of the ring until he saw fit to let her ass gobble it up. “Alright. You’ll be in good hands. I’ll be back in two days.”

That evening she returned to her husband, desperately needing the release from the day of pent up lust, only to find the key gone from his neck. She panicked and frantically searched the room. What if it was never to be found? Would she wear the belt forever?

She upended the room for an hour to no avail and finally sat down by the bed and cried.

The next morning when she walked into the infusion room, she noticed a familiar glittering chain on the doctor's neck. Her eyes widened with recognition. “That- that chain, and and the key… why do you…”

He looked up and smiled, “I had an MRI done on your husband, it’s routine. We had to remove all metal items. Now if you’re ready, let’s get started”

She stared for a long moment at the key before turning to settle on the medical bed.

“Can I … have it back?” She asked gingerly. Her ass twitched with anticipation when he lifted the hospital gown, but he didn’t answer. Instead a lubed finger pressed easily into her ass.

“You know, I was going to check in on your husband the other night…” the invading digit began to wiggle in her ass. “and I had quite the surprise when I saw you in there, shall we say, taking care of your needs?” A second digit pressed in and her hips went numb - did the other researcher usually use two fingers? His smile turned predatory as he noted her eyes had rolled back from the sensation. “Feels good doesn’t it.”

He worked her ass as he spoke, and she dared not answer - certain that if her hand wasn’t stifled over her mouth she would be moaning. “I think we could work something out if you want the key back.” His fingers popped from her ass, emphasizing his words. Before the tip of the syringe replaced it, and gradually pushed the fluid in. He worked methodically, steadily filling her ass while she stewed, tense on the sensation and bubbling alarm on his words.

“So about this key…” he drawled and pressed the lubricated plug into her ass - she was certain it was larger, longer than her previous one - and slowly fucked her with it.

“WHa-“ Her protest was cut short when he pulled the fat bulb back out of her ass with an audible pop and she had to stifle the sound from her mouth.

“Come find me when you want this key and we can discuss further details mm?” He pushed the plug back in. Unsnapped the gloves and stepped out of the room.

 

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ReNova Ranch 5 - Determination and Desire

She curled defensively into herself, trying to will deep breaths for some semblance of calm. Fighting the shame that someone else had seen her, the uncomfortable swell of her stomach, the panic that someone else held the key for her belt and the undercurrent of want - exacerbated by the stretch of her ass.

She stayed in the room, finding that walking anywhere with the plug jostled it too much to bear. Not that it hurt (much), but the ache contributed to the haze of want. Her breasts were tender, having since grown a cup size or two since she started the program. Simply the brush of the rough hospital gown made her shudder, sparking a chain reaction through her frame as she tensed, the invading plug reminding her of the payload inside her and her ass spasmed.

He returned to the room several hours later to find her nearly delirious with want.

She held out and ignored his offer of further arrangements for another week. Choosing to stew in her own want. Her time alone by her husband’s bed was spent gently touching her breasts, drawing delicately along her nipples. The light stimulation was enough to catch her breath, but none of it eased the ache in her pussy.

Her determination broke when the monthly scheduled “cancer check” occurred. The firm squeeze of her breasts made her cry out with pleasure. Her dusky nipples stood at attention, begging for more stimulation.

“Ah sorry, didn’t mean to hurt you there.” The lead researcher responded, intentionally misinterpreting her cry. His hands did not slacken the squeeze, instead began kneading them, working his way up to her nipples. When she left the room, she was certain he had made her cum, simply from groping her chest. But the climax gave her no relief. The drip of her pussy past the chastity belt served only to sharpen the want of something - anything to fill her starving cunt.

 

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ReNova Ranch 6 - The Key to Negotiation
“Come in” he responded to the quiet knock on his office door. He looked up from his notes and smiled at his visitor. “How can I help you?”

“I… I need that key. Please” She stammered nervously.

“And what will you give me for it?” The smile was predatory as he lifted the key from its chain to dangle on a finger before her. Enjoying the way her eyes lingered on the metal reflected in the light.

“What… do you want…?” She asked hesitantly.

“Hmmm sexual favors would be a good one.” He grinned and her head dipped a shamefaced red.

“I can’t…” She answered quietly.

“Shame. I guess the key isn’t that important to you.” He dropped the key, watching her wilt in front of him. He noticed the way her thighs flexed, clenching together with want and tried a different approach.

“You know I can give you a way to fuck your husband…" He paused for a moment to watch her head shoot up with surprise. He shrugged, collected a few items and led her to the door.
"Drug induced erection? Easy. Of course you’ll have to do all the work. But there's no reason you can’t get a good dickin. Since we’re on the topic, why don’t we walk over to his room.”

They entered the room and he stepped towards the wall and clipped something to the security camera. “For privacy. Loops the video to not raise any alarms.”

Then he covered the camera and turned to pull out a bottle and syringe. He briskly added the mystery drug into the IV and worked briskly. Moving aside the variety of tubes and wires, even going so far as to clean up around the patient. “Call it a sign of good faith as we negotiate. No is always an acceptable answer and at which point, I’ll leave you to decide how you want to deal with your husband’s erection. ”

“But - I can’t give you what you want…” she protested and she stared hungrily at her husband.

“You’re thinking about this wrong. I don’t want to fuck your pussy. I want your ass and mouth.” He held up a hand to stop her protest. “ah hear me out. You’re already taking in semen both orally and rectally. The only reason we’re doing it by injection is because you’re a prude. The results are significantly accelerated if you get a shot, fresh from the source.”

“Give me two weeks. And I guarantee you will get the same results that would’ve taken you a month to achieve. You can’t think of this as infidelity. You’re doing it for him. Think about it. You started a AA? It’s been a month and you’re now … a B maybe less?” He stared at her chest and guessed. “So it takes over two weeks with your absorption rate to increment a cup size and you need to get to DD before you have the remotest chance of producing soma. Do you want to wait for 6 more weeks?”

Tears welled and spilled over. He pretended to not see them. “Give me two weeks. If you’re not at least a D by then, I’ll give the key back to you.”

She stood staring at her husband. No, at his cock and she could feel her pussy clench with want, chafe from the belt that kept her lust at bay. How long had it been since she felt him inside her?

The silence stretched forever. He was about to turn away and leave when she finally spoke. “One week. You don’t need 2 to know if it works.”

“To get to C?” He thought about it.

She nodded and added, “No one else can know.”

“Of course. It’ll be our little secret. But for this week, I’m deciding your infusion schedule and I get to fuck your ass or mouth, however, whenever I want.”

 

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ReNova Ranch 7 - Signed in Cum
“It takes a while before the meds completely kick in, so before I let you at him…” He indicated the gradually growing erection on the unconscious man, he turned to her and lifted the key. “Should we start that arrangement… now?”

She twisted the hem of her dress in hesitation. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the fabric with indecision and then in a burst of resolution, unbuttoned the clasps and let it slip over her shoulders to pool around her feet.

He stepped closer, close enough that he could feel the heat radiating off her skin. The familiar clink of the key into its slot made her breath quicken and his hand brushed over her hair, down her cheek to press a thumb to her lips. “Get on your knees and suck.”

The words accompanied the twist of the key and the chastity belt came loose. She removed it and knelt. She heard the rasp of his zipper at the same time.

She swallowed hard before she looked up at him, his cock waving in the air and he tapped it on her face. His crown dampened on the tear tracks on one cheek and his thumb wiped the tears on her other. She watched him taste it and more tears spilled out.

Her mouth finally yielded to the pressure and she took in the mushroom head of his cock. He groaned with approval, and his hand smoothed over her scalp to pull her hair back out of her face. “You may as well play with yourself. How long has it been since your poor pussy has had any attention?”

It takes her some time before she gets past the embarrassment and gradually her fingers twitch closer to her pussy, self conscious of the wetness begging for her attention. Eventually her need becomes too pressing and her fingertip brushes over her pussy lips. Her eyes close when she moans, the sound reverberating along his cock.

He waits for her to settle in, letting her bob easily on the tip of his cock. Patient for that moment when she’s finally pressed a finger into her cunt before his grip on her hair tightens and he rides the moan into the back of her throat.

He releases her when she thrashes, gasping, gagging at the surprise. “You shouldn’t be the only one having fun. Besides I thought he was supposed to be your main course. You don’t want to miss it because you’re too busy with the appetizer.” She scowls up at him.

His hand gets more loose but it still pushes between her hair. Soothing touches on her scalp, but insistent fingers tug at her hair. "Well go on. Get back to it."

His cock throbs in her mouth, and he gives a low grunt of satisfaction. Reaching down, his other hand begins to play with her growing breasts. "Still so small. But they'll get bigger. Mmm, you'll look amazing with a big set of breasts. Carrying a huge rack. I can't wait."

His smile spread as she worked harder, watching her flinch from his touches and words. His grip in her hair tightens to keep her where she was. Pulling her closer, making her take more of his cock for just a moment. Reminding her where the power lay.

"You know if it is that hard, you can close your eyes. Imagine this is his dick. Imagine I'm your husband. Wouldn't you live to make him happy. Make him well? Just close your eyes, and do your best. After all. This is all for him."

Grinning wildly he watches her relax on her knees with her eyes closed. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. Fingers working on her insistent aching, and ignored pussy. Dipping in and out as she remembers her husband, vital and standing in front of her. He can feel her hand leave his shaft to stroke his thigh.

He feels her return her hand to his cock, stroking as she sucks and kisses the tip, Slipping her lips past the glans, and up the shaft. Sucking on his cock slowly, and romantically, if not skillfully. It's ok. He can teach her how to be a better slut. His hand tweaks her nipple. A little pinch, and he sees her react. A little insistent tug and he feels her take more of his cock down. Relishes when she gags and he pulls back. Letting her set her pace, and taking it in. A little groan as he moves her head further back. "Keep stroking, and give my balls a suck. They deserve a little love too for all this work they're doing."

Another grunt as he watched her submissively follow his commands. Another little test of what he could get away with. Groping her, speaking down to her, gagging her, and now commanding her. She was going to be sweet to teach. Especially if she took to instruction like this. That gave him a throb, tingling when she sucked one of the heavy orbs in his sac and began stroking over the spit covered tip. Her hand gliding on the crown as he got off on the power he could wield. Another pinch of her nipple, another grunt. "Put that dick back in your mouth!"

He snatched her head, and made her gag, watching the pinpricks of tears form in her eyes as he stabbed and pressed at her throat. Getting his stimulation fast and heady before he pulsed and lurched. A thick jet of bitter taste spilling into her mouth. Pulling back to let her swallow. He knew just how important it was that she get every drop, every little protein cell, each precious little testosterone packed drip. Powerful and voluminous it flooded her mouth. Spilling what felt like a spoonful at a time across her tongue as he kept the tip alone between her lips. Soothing stroking her hair back, smoothing it down so it wasn't so furiously tangled. Coaxing her to swallow.

Dollop by dollop. Each little bit like the frosting rivulets from a pastry bag, more and more until he felt over sensitive. "Mmm, Ok, open your mouth. Just stroke now. Stroke it all out, then give the tip a kiss, and I'll prep your husband to satisfy that needy pussy of yours. And if you look, I think he enjoyed the show. He's rock hard after watching you suck me off."

 

[VampiricTouch]

ReNova Ranch 8 -

She grimaced at the taste of his cum in her mouth. It reminded her of the generous glass of ‘nutrients’ she was supplied for her meals. Her stomach turned at the recognition. He hadn’t been lying when he told her that her meals were mostly semen. How had she missed it?

She stood up and covered herself with her arms and waited for him to finish stripping the bottom half of her unconscious husband. Was he going to leave and give her privacy?

She stared in disbelief when he stood aside but didn't leave. “You’re … staying?!” Unable to keep the offended tone out of her voice.

“Of course. I need to make sure the drugs and your stimulation don’t go overboard.” He turned to check the monitors before continuing, “also I should remind you - that every bit of semen is vital. You can’t afford to waste a single drop anywhere other than in your mouth or your ass. Is that understood?”

In her silence, his finger hooked under her chin to force her to look at him. Holding her there until she jerked away and nodded. “Good girl. I’ll let you know when he’s close if that helps.”

She glared bitterly as he stepped back to lean against the wall. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. Pretend he isn’t there.

She carefully mounted the bed, her hands framed her husband's face as she leaned down to kiss his forehead. It looked like he was asleep with morning wood on a Sunday morn. It made her smile and she kissed her way down his chest until she got to his waving cock. She swallowed it greedily, trying to erase the former violation and imprint his instead.

She tasted him, the touch of precum on her tongue took her back to a time when he was well. Her eyes closed and she focused on that feeling, that memory.

His cock popped free from her mouth with a sigh and she shifted herself upwards to hover over it. She made a show of dragging his crown over her dripping slit, before her hips swung down. Her head thrown back in a cry of pleasure, the orgasm rippling outwards from her core.

She rode him with abandon, the pleasure that she’s needed for so long washing over her flushed skin. In that moment forgetting that they were fucking on a medical bed, with a spectator ready to pull the rip cord on her fantasy.

 

[VampiricTouch]

ReNova Ranch 9 - Faithful Infidelity

Her spectator watched from his front row spot. He let her enjoy the moment while he took the time to get a second wind.

She had lost count of the times she climaxed. She had just crested one of those highs when the Doctor’s hand rested firmly on her shoulder. “I did say I would fuck your ass whenever I wanted…”

She stared in confusion through the haze of her own pleasure, not comprehending his words, but the pressure on her shoulder was ruthless as he also mounted the bed. He pushed her forward to expose her ass, and held her there as his well lubed cock pressed onto her sphincter.

“Wait- no… not like this… NOoooo….” She struggled and the protests melted into a groan as his cock breached her sphincter.

“Ungfffuck. All those infusions have really… done a number on your assss” He groaned and relentlessly sank into her.

Her hips went numb the moment he hilted into her and her vision went white. “Ssssso… big…” she gasped, unable to muster up strength to fight him or the pleasure he was inflicting.

“Feels good doesn’t it.” He lets her adjust to him, and his hands shift to cup her breasts. Gentle at first before the first kneading squeeze began, relishing the way it made her ass spasm tight around him.

He drew back from her tight little hole and began to fuck her in earnest. A hard squeeze of her tits accompanied each thrust.

Any protest she had before now devolved into an incoherent babble. Completely full of cock overloading her senses. She lost track of her own orgasms, each one topping the one before it, as her pleasure blended together in a silent scream.

He thrusts hard into her one more time, his fingers pinching those hard sensitive nipples and pulling on them. The pain draws a cry of pleasure as she shudders, arching to the pull of her nipples. The pain only adding more fuel to her ecstasy.

He holds her in suspense there, for what felt like an eternity, easing her off the high. “Time to suck him off. You’ve gotten him dangerously close there.”

He nudged her off her husband’s cock. Keeping an eye on the monitors at the elevated blood pressure. He slipped from her ass to the sound of her groans and she settled between her husband’s legs, bent over the edge of the bed.

He pulled her arms behind her and pinned them down with one hand. His other hand grabbed a fistful of hair to bring her face to the cock wet with her own juices. His own dick lined up behind her.

“Finish the job sweetheart” He takes the moment her mouth opens to thrust into her ass, driving her mouth completely onto her husband’s cock

“You get so damn tight when you’ve got a cock in your throat you know that?” He growls into her ear. She barely hears him. The loss of air serving only to heighten the pleasure of her stuffed ass. Letting go of her arms and hair, he grips her hips and begins to pound her ass, which in turn drives the depth of cock in her mouth. It doesn’t take long before she recognizes the telltale sign of her husband’s impending seed. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks hard at the swell of cock, spraying cum into her mouth.

It was a good thing he came once already, otherwise the tightness of her ass would’ve thrown him over immediately. With the frenetic pace he was using her ass, he didn’t need much longer before he too hilted into her and coated her bowels with cum. Her rippling ass coaxing every drop of seed out of him.


** I'm starting to regret not naming these characters... But I really don't want to get attached to a character I'm intentionally ruining and I'm also terrible at coming up with guy names.

 

[VampiricTouch]

ReNova Ranch 10 - Morning Wood
He had left her there that night. The chastity belt locked back into place with a plug pressed inside to keep the precious payload from dripping out of the gape of her ass during the night. A thin sheet was draped over the couple’s naked form.

She woke on her husband’s bed, bleary eyed and aching. She took stock of herself. Her breasts hurt far more than they had before. The belt was back in place, was it cinched tighter? It was certainly less comfortable than she remembered. Perhaps she was just sore from the night before... All of this fed into the self loathing that she had caved under the pressure. She told herself the infidelity was necessary - to accelerate the process - but she wasn’t supposed to enjoy it. There was no doubt that she had enjoyed it. Just remembering the night made her pussy twitch.

It was early when the Doctor stopped in for a surprise visit, finding her wallowing in guilt.

“Why’re you here?” She snapped bitterly at him, ignoring the cheerful good morning he had opened with.

“I have a terrible bout of morning wood that I thought would be a shame to let go to waste. So I came here for you to… take care of it before I started the rest of my day.” He answered brightly, ignoring the anger in her tone. “I’ll even let you pick which hole to use!”

He stepped into the room and leaned against the wall, in the blind spot of the security camera. From there he beckoned.

She reluctantly approached and stood against the wall beside him, as he turned to corner her.

“You’re burning up aren’t you.” He stated as a hand brushed her cheek. “More so than usual.”

“It’s a good thing” he answered when she looked up in surprise. “That ache, those are growing pains. The more it aches, the places it aches, the faster your body is changing in those areas.”

His hand cupped a breast, jarring a cry from her. “You had three fresh shots of cum last night. It’s no surprise that you should get a growth spurt reaction today.” The grip on her breast gentles as he thumbs her nipple through the coarse hospital gown.

She flushed and moaned, before the sound brings her out of the moment and she pushes away to break their contact. “Don’t. Touch. Me.”

He raised both his hands and shrugged. “Certainly. But it’s best to massage them - as firmly as you can stand. It helps encourage blood flow into the region, and bring in the nutrition and hormones needed to keep going.”

She wrapped her arms defensively around her chest and snapped “Fine but I’m doing that on my own”

“Fair enough.” He leaned forward and the friendly tone of voice dropped to a growl, “Now. Which hole do you want your cum shot in?”

She quavered and in the barest of whispers answered “Mouth”

“Then get on your knees and stop wasting time.” He snapped. “And if your hands aren’t on a cock, they had better be massaging your tits.”

She startled and dropped to her knees in compliance. The guilt riding the tears that were spilling.

His fingers dragged gently over her scalp, pulling her hair out of her face. The fistful of hair tilted her head to look up at him. She wasn’t sure when he’d pulled his dick free but it bopped her cheek. She glared at him past his cock, a juxtaposition of shame, anger and guilt. It takes more pressure to coax her to open her mouth but her lips part and she starts to suck.

“And your hands?” His voice was dangerously low and her hands lifted to gently hold her chest.

“Harder.” He demanded and pushed into her throat, holding it there until he could see the finger marks on her own breasts as she squeezed. He relaxed his hold and allowed her to gasp for air. She wasn’t sure if it was from her own touch of her breasts or the gagging down her throat.

 

[VampiricTouch]

ReNova Ranch 11 - Positive Reinforcement
“Good. Don’t stop.” He grunted and was pleased to see her resume bobbing her head. “I took the liberty of adding a gift to your belt. Call it …” he groaned as she took him in slower, “positive reinforcement. Something to enjoy when you’re getting a side of cock. A token of our budding relationship”

Her confused look with her mouth wrapped around his cock made him grin. He pulled a remote from his pocket with one hand and her chastity belt came alive with vibration. She had been too preoccupied with her guilt to have noticed the small vibrator that was held in place by the belt.

She squealed in surprise. The sound was completely stifled by his cock. He was pleased to see the mix of anger and flushed pleasure across her features. Her dusky nipples had completely stood at attention under the ministrations of her hands and now her pussy. Her jaw had relaxed a touch more from the pleasure and she was taking him further.

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That morning he made sure she didn’t forget to draw out the last dribble of cum with her tongue. He had contemplated making her thank him, but decided against it. He had a week and he would slowly get her to suck the way he wanted. It was obvious that her body appreciated the vibrator - even if she chafed at the pleasure.

She had a hard time downing the massive mug of “nutrients” that morning. Now that she had the taste of his cum fresh in her mouth, she recognized the taste and texture in her mug. The thought made her stomach rebel. All this time, she was downing pints of cum without realizing it. How could she have been so oblivious?!

She sat in the cafeteria and stared at her mug, unable to bring herself to even lift it to her lips. Not while everyone else had bacon and eggs. Her stomach growled at the smell. What she wouldn’t give for a bite of bacon.

A stranger walked by behind her and quipped “Hey don’t just stare at it, make sure you down all of that! We all worked really hard to make you that mug!”

There was a collective guffaw from the room but when she turned to look for her speaker, no one stood out.

Having looked around for the first time, she just noticed that all of the staff were men. She turned a brilliant shade of red, took her mug and fled the room

She stood in a corner of the waiting room in the infusion wing, the empty mug sat on a table beside her. She had choked it down, taking gulps of it and heaved. Fighting the urge to vomit it all back up. What was she even doing? Was it better to give it all up than go through all of this guilt? If her husband woke up tomorrow, would he have wanted this? Want her? Forgive her for her infidelity? Could she forgive herself?

The panic set in and she started shaking. Her breaths became shallow and cold sweat beaded then dripped off her skin. The room swam as she slumped against the wall and slowly sank to the ground.