Play Thing [pt 1.5]

Authors note: apologies to my readers! I have no idea what happened but my story cut off right as it was getting good. I intend to make this a proper series and as such, didn't feel right calling this a "part two" since this was supposed to be uploaded with the first. Good thing this is a denial story but this form of delayed gratification was unintentional. Please enjoy!

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"You're not gonna be any sort of challenge to break, huh?" She asked, "You've been a secret slut this whole time. You probably love this, been craving it. I bet your mind's mush before the weeks through,"

And with that, she began fucking me in earnest. The dildo slid in and out of me without resistance, grinding against that spot inside me. My breathless grunts and moans filled the thick silence of the room, and I could hear how wet I was getting. An orgasm began to build in me, distantly. She plunged the dildo deep and held it there with the palm of her hand. She reached over to the table and grabbed what looked like a copper toothbrush. I felt it press against my now swollen clit and heard a click. My vision blurred and doubled as I threw my head back. The sensations from the vibrator were so intense that it almost felt sharp, feeling like a high ringing in my ears. I arched my back and thrashed in my restraints, needing it to stop. But I couldn't go anywhere, and this cruel woman wouldn't relent. I could hardly breathe, hitching tiny gasps when I could. She began to move the dildo again, reminding me of how full I felt and how close my orgasm was. I didn't want this wretched woman to make me cum, to make me enjoy my own torment and humiliation but I couldn't help it as I felt the sharp promise of bliss begin to sweep me away-

And then she stopped.

Pulling out the dildo and taking away the vibrator all at once. I felt suspended, completely lost in freefall for one glorious moment. Then I fell terribly away from the edge, and I knew pain. A torturous almost cramp, unlike anything I had felt before siezed my clit, spasming my cunt. An anguish that begged to be touched, to be soothed. I shook violently, desperation ripping a sob from my throat. My fingers stretched and writhed, longing to soothe my ache. The velcro straps scratched along my wrists.

"Good girl, that's one," she said when my cries ceased. She finally looked at my face again and then squinted, disapproving. She stood up and walked over to my head. My body trembled, and I could no longer tell if it was only fear. A violent arousal still caused my pussy to spasm, clenching for something that was no longer there. The mad woman picked up a water bottle from her table and squirted it into my mouth. I gagged in surprise, half of the water spilling onto my chest. I swallowed some, finding it difficult without being able to close my lips. She gripped my hair, pulled my head back, and squirted more water in. I gargled and had a moment of terror that she would drown me. I was able to swallow and smooth out some of the roughness in my throat. Still holding me back by my hair, she put the water bottle down and immediately stuck her gloved fingers down my throat, gagging me.

"The whole point of these gags is so you drool all over yourself. Can't you even do that right?" She sounded genuinely angry now, driving her fingers in and out of my mouth, sliding over my tongue and pulling out strands of my saliva to drip down my chin. She pulled out her hand and slapped me across the face. It rocked by head to the side, making me see stars. My face stung in an impression of her hand. I was drooling now, from her fingerfucking my face and because my mouth was no longer dry.

She went back to her stool, back to my aching pussy. She stuck the dildo back in me, and this time, it felt wonderful. I felt so wet. The dildo slid in me easily and didn't feel as big as it did before. When she turned the vibrator back on and pressed it to my swollen bud, I moaned loudly. Greedily. This time, she wiggled the vibrator in little circles, sending jolts of pleasure through my entire body. My orgasm approached sooner and faster this time, the edge rushing towards me.

She stopped again, just as my body tensed for my climax. That moment of flying. Then, pain. It was worse this time, nearly blinding. My pussy clenched hard on nothing, feeling gaped and empty. I moaned, I groaned. I begged with my eyes. She only laughed. And then she began, again. The dildo in my pussy, the vibrator on my clit. The edge rushed me in seconds. I tried to hold still, tried to make my orgasm undetectable. But she knew, and she stopped all the same. This time, she hit a button on the black box and a white hot pain racked through my nipples and along my shoulders, sending my body into uncontrollable shudders, but it only lasted a moment.

She grabbed another metal tool. A speculum. I expected it in my pussy but she slid it into my ass, and I gasped at the shock of it. I was soaked, and it faced no resistance, sliding directly in. The feeling was foreign but not painful. At least until she clicked it open, and then the rim of my asshole stretched painfully wide, burning. I felt her fingers play inside my ass, stroking along the inner walls.

"What should we do with your little ass, huh? There's so many possibilities that I'm having a hard time deciding," as she spoke, she clicked the speculum even wider. I felt so vulnerable, so exposed. I knew she could see straight into my ass. "With it all stretched out and open like this...It's so easy to hurt you from the sensitive skin here. Stretching you, filling you. Maybe I'll make your ass take an even bigger toy than your pussy did. Maybe I should give you an enema first though, properly clean you out since you've still got that human food in your system," she hummed, amused at her cruel joke, her fingers tapping on the inner walls of my anus. My stomach roiled at the mental imaged her words painted, my ass clenching uselessly in defense. Her casual, searching fingers hammered into me the idea that I was completely at her mercy.

She grabbed a new vibrator, a wand styled one. She held it firmly against my swollen and throbbing clit and turned it on. The vibrations were deeper, seeming to go straight into my bones. My pussy clenched pathetically, empty. I whined, long and whimpering. The fingers continued playing with my ass, delving in and out. Violating. The climax started again despite my best attempts, trying to fight off that precipice. I hoped she would let me cum.

But she didn't. My ass clenched painfully around the metal. The cramping, clenching pain spread through my entire pelvis. I was trying to beg now, but it was nothing but unintelligible noises and whimpers. My clit throbbed with its own pulse, radiating through the rest of my body. My entire being reduced to nothing but the ache in my cunt.

"Oh, we're only on four, you desperate bitch," the evil woman let out a single cruel laugh and pressed the wand back against my clit. It was a euphoric relief each time, but the promise of pain made it horrible. The worst part is I kept having hope that this time she would let me cum. Or that she would make a mistake and I could cum without her intentions. But it never happened.

The dial on her black box was turned up halfway. Stinging pins and needles in my nipples. Unbearable clenching pain in my cunt. I only knew pain and pleasure with the promise of more pain. I sobbed and I begged through my gag, drool falling down my chin and onto my chest. The wand was there, the wand wasn't there. My pussy was needy, my pussy was full. I was no longer able to recognize the approach of an orgasm. It was merely upon me and then ripped away just as fast. My nails had torn into my palms and created rough trails in the pleather cushions of the armrests. The pleasure began again. I tried to tell myself that she would stop, tried to beg myself not to have hope. But I did, each time I reached the edge. The moment before release, it seemed to get closer and closer each time, and I would have a betraying moment of hope. And then it would be ripped away from me. Again. And again. She pulled the clamps off my nipples and the pain felt just like it did in my cunt. Throbbing, aching to be touched. I couldn't think anything except please, please, please.

At one point, I came enough to my senses to recognize her fiddling with something new. A dildo on a machine. This dildo was small, disappointingly small to my horny, rattled mind. She stood it up on a stand and aimed the new, smaller dildo at my swollen and abuse pussy. She picked up a small yellow jar and waved it at me, letting me read what it said.

"Tiger Balm's supposed to help with pain, maybe this will calm your greedy cunt down," she said, unscrewing the top. I wanted to flinch away, wanted to at least make a show of struggle. But my limbs felt heavy, tight and didn't seem to be under my control. Random jerks and cramps in my shoulders and thighs twitched my body but that was it. She rubbed the ointment along the tiny dildo, and I moaned in fear and apprehension.

"Now this may sting a bit." She grinned, and with that, she turned the machine on. It slid into my cunt agonizingly slow. My pussy felt stretched out and this small toy felt like nearly nothing inside me. But only nearly. My cunt clenched hungrily on the dildo, begging for stimulation, for relief.

The burn began slowly at first, creeping along the walls of my pussy, and I thought maybe it could be bearable. But then, without warning, it ramped up rapidly to utter and complete misery. Words can't truly describe the level of pain. I couldn't tell if it was hot or cold it was so intense, scorching along the lips of my labia excruciatingly. Sending rivers of agony deep into my abdomen. Blinding hot pain. Hotter than fire. It felt like acid blistering my sensitive skin, I feared I would be maimed. Screams filled my ears and I only realized they were my own when my lungs were depleted and my throat was raw. The dildo continued it's slow plunge in and out, spreading the fire further into me. The tiny dildo that had seemed so underwhelming now brought me to new heights of both agony and yes, pleasure.

There was still unfortunately pleasure.

The balm had made it impossible not to repeatedly clench tighter around the toy, the toy sending icy stings along my g spot. My pussy was dripping, I could feel it running along my asshole. My asshole that was still gaped open from the speculum. My own arousal spread the torturous heat into my ass, making it seem like my entire lower half was blistering, searing me. I was nothing but liquid fire, molten, melting. My abused cunt betrayed me, clenching onto the toy. I still felt my orgasm sitting in my belly, but it came no closer. It danced on the fringes, floating in and out, mixing with the pain. I was suspended again, free-floating. I couldn't crash back down or fly over the edge. I couldn't tell if my eyes were opened or closed, I couldn't see regardless. I couldn't control my limbs. I writhed as the toy left me, and tensed solid and still as it entered.

A hand petted my hair back from my hair, almost affectionately. I had forgotten she was there, I had forgotten I was here. I had forgotten everything except this blissful agony.

"Well, I think that's a good first session to introduce you to your new life," my torturer's voice startled me. I had only been able to hear the dull ringing of my screams and cries for seemingly so long. Her human voice sounded foreign to my ears. I tried to focus my eyes, I tried to block out the agony long enough to see what she was doing. Walking to my right.

Beepbeepbeepbeep.

Oh good, that was back. The green glow of the heart monitor was all I could make out, my vision all light and shadows and shapes. After a moment, the motor whirring of the fucking machine quieted slightly. The dildo slowed even further, seeming to barely move now. My hips tried to grind against it, my pussy tried to pull it inside me, gripping despite the pain it caused. It was useless, the machine kept its torturous pace relentlessly.

"Sweet dreams. I wonder if you'll have any cognitive function left in the morning." She was going to leave it on, leave this acid on my skin, continuously reignighting the torment in my cunt all night? How could she expect me to sleep like this? She didn't, of course. A lack of sleep must be part of the torture.

The bright light over my head clicked off, the mercy of it making me whimper in pleasure. The darkness felt like a cool washcloth over my eyes and genuine gratitude bubbled in my chest. I was so thankful for this tiny thing, for just turning the light off at night. The gag prevented me from expressing anything though, whether it was positive or negative. Another tear slid down my cheek at the helplessness of it all. The door clicked and I was alone in my torment.

And I was there, like that for hours. Exhaustion weighed down my body and I just hung limp, my hips only moving involuntarily anymore in tiny little thrusts. I knew I'd get no relief by now and so I sought none. I'm not sure how long the worst of misery lasted, the tiger balm eventually faded in intensity, feeling like spicy little tingles. It felt good after the agony of before and I longed for those long moments when the dildo was inside me, filling me. But it brought me no closer to an orgasm. The dildo moved so slowly that when it was out, it was able to get cold from the chilly cellar air, and then I could feel it warm up inside me on its slow return. Again and again.

I was aware of wanting to sleep, of thinking I couldn't. And then a echoing spasm of heat would flare up again, just for a moment, and I would feel myself wake up. So I must've been sleeping sometimes. I couldn't tell if the heat was pleasure or pain anymore, if it was my need for an orgasm or the balm finding a new nerve ending to set alight. I felt turned inside out, raw and exposed. I wanted to sleep so badly, unconsciousness desperately pulling at my mind. A cramp would form in my back, waking me. I wanted to sleep. It was so cold. My mouth was dry again. The dildo burned.

The night was very long.