by Powerone
"Relax your anus." James pushed the butt plug against her anus, the hole still pink from the anal probe. The black plug covered the opening and contrasted sharply with her white skin. He pushed harder on the end of the plug, watching as she tried to drive her body deeper into the sand. He didn't hurry, his eyes watching as the black plug slowly began to push into her hole, her anal ring having no choice but to open up and allow it to penetrate her. "Push back with your ass. Make your asshole pucker open. It will make it less painful." He saw her try, her ass rising up.
It felt like a brick pushed against her anus. In spite of it being lubricated, it wouldn't go in; her hole was too small for the large plug. She tried to obey James, she raised her ass up and strained as she pushed out with her muscles. She felt the gradual opening of her anus, the familiar burning of last night returning to her brain. She grunted as James
pushed harder, the slick rubber plug having success in penetrating her. "OOOHH,
GGGODDDD," she moaned in pain.
James gave it a shove, finally breaching her tight hole, watching as her anal ring
swallowed up the tip of the butt plug, James pushing it in until it got to the part where it swelled bigger. Her anus was stretched tightly around the shaft, almost lovingly. "Take a deep breath and relax." He could see her body tense and her muscles taut.
"It's hard to relax when you have a log up your ass," Carrie yelled sarcastically, too late to take it back. It was not good to offend the person that had a butt plug up your ass.
She tried to lay her body back down on the blanket, James following her with the butt plug.
She breathed heavily, trying to put the burning in her ass out of her mind. If he would only fuck her instead. In the pussy and not be so preoccupied with her ass.
James laughed loudly at her, pleased that she could keep her sense of humor at a
time like this. He began to move the plug, slowly in and out, the oil making is slide easily.
He enjoyed the way her anal ring gripped the shaft, imaging it was his cock that was
getting the pleasurable feeling. He began to take fuller strokes with it, the shaft moving up to the part where it enlarged, each time James forcing more and more of it into her anus.
She had about an inch of the shaft in her rectum, the rubber massaging her anal muscles.
He was fucking her with it; in and out it slid, never quite letting it leave her anus. Her anal ring gripped it, her muscles fought to shove out the invader that penetrated her
rectum. It felt like a huge rock inside her, Carrie unable to do anything but lay there on her belly while he sodomized her with the fake phallus. He was pushing it in deeper and as he did the burning increased. She felt the pressure as the butt plug pushed deeper; James was relentless as his hand pushed harder. She could feel it began to swell inside her, stretching her open, making her take the thick rubber inside. She shut her eyes, her hands clenched in pain as it stretched her open, the thicker part of the butt plug entering her rectum, pushing painfully against her muscles. Nothing that big should be going inside her, her passage was made to push things out.
James gave one last shove with the butt plug. The largest part of the shaft pushed
through her anal ring, her stretched hole quickly shrinking back down and gripping the slim shaft almost possessively.
"EEEEGGG," the unexpected pain as it entered her, her insides pushed aside, her muscles forced into submission by the unyielding rubber. Just as her anus stretched until she thought it would tear, it quickly slipped closed, trapping the butt plug inside her. She pushed with her ass, testing its resolve, the butt plug moving but not going far until she felt it pushing at her anal ring, but this time from the inside. It finally dawned on her. How would he take it out? She looked at the other ones, the butt plugs tapered at the
beginning, but the end of it shrunk abruptly. To take it out, her anus would have to open just as abruptly. She knew that it was going to be painful.
James enjoyed the delicious sight of her ass, the black base of the plug covering up
her anus, but he knew that she was being stretched from the inside, the broad middle of the plug deep inside her rectum. James needed relief, he looked around the beach, and it was still empty. He took off his bathing suit and stroked his cock. He knelt down next to her and saw her look over her shoulder at him. She licked her lips.
She felt the fullness, but it was James' cock that drew her attention away from her
anus. He was kneeling down next to her, naked, his cock hard and ready, her pussy
welcoming the pleasure. She didn't know how it would feel to have his cock and a plug in her ass, but she wanted to find out. Her submission had made her horny for his cock. She pushed her legs closer together as James climbed on her ass, his cock placed between
her cheeks. At least she wouldn't have to worry that he would stick it up her ass, the hole already filled to overflowing. She moaned softly as he took his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit, the thick head pushing aside her wet lips. He drew his cock all the way up to the butt plug, a strange thrill hitting her as it moved around inside her as if it had come alive. She arched up her ass when she felt him place the head of his cock inside her.
She was accommodating, her pussy was very slick and the head of his cock entered
her with ease. She pushed her ass up submissively, ready to be impaled. He lay down on her ass, thrusting his hips forward as he covered her ass, driving his cock halfway inside her belly before he stopped. Except for a grunt, she made no sound, only a tightening of her pussy on his cock. Her pussy was like a blast furnace, hot and wet, clenching on his shaft. He pulled his cock out until only the head of his cock was gripped by her tight hole.
He plunged back in, this time not stopping until his stomach slapped against her buttocks, her insides clenching around his cock.
He filled her completely, the full length of his cock inside her belly, his stomach
banging harshly against her buttocks, driving the butt plug deeper and more painfully
inside her anus. It twitched and jerked inside her rectum, sending her anus into spasms, her muscles rippling up and down the thick plug inside her, the pain increasing her
stretched passage. She didn't have time to dwell on the pain, James was commencing to
fuck her. He put his legs on the outside of her thighs, pushing her legs together until his cock was squeezed tight inside her pussy. As well as the thick butt plug in her rectum.
She never felt so full; feeling like one giant log was between her legs.
James couldn't believe how tight she was. Her legs were shut tight, the butt plug filling her, pushing against his cock inside her pussy. He couldn't wait any longer; he began to hammer his cock in and out of her belly. Each time he thrust back in, he shoved harder, slamming his abdomen against her ass, driving the butt plug deeper inside her. He knew that it hurt her, her belly clenching his cock in pain, but that only added to his pleasure. His hips jerked up and down, his cock plunging in and out of her belly with lust. He couldn't believe the pleasure he felt. He wouldn't last long. His hand crept under her, driving her hips up, her ass rising up so he could take deeper strokes inside her belly. His fingers were not idle, finding her wet slit, sliding up until he found her clit. He pinched it just at the base, her hips driving her pussy hard onto his cock. He began to roll the swollen organ in his fingers; Carrie was now dancing her pussy on his cock.
James was fucking her hard, harder than anyone had ever done before. Now with her
ass forced up, he shoved in deeper, banging hard against her cervix with each punishing stroke. But it was his fingers, stroking her clit, finding her pleasure button and rubbing it that was driving her over the edge. Even the pain in her rectum could not diminish the pleasure she was feeling, his large cock pulling out, dragging her insides out each time, only to shove back in to take her with a powerful thrust.
Neither of them lasted long, only minutes before they cam
e, both of them cumming
together. James bathed her insides with his hot sperm, Carrie crying out as his fingers extracted the ultimate climax from her body. She shuddered beneath him as he continued to pump in and out of her, all while he was spewing his sperm inside her belly. Even the butt plug felt good, the thick rubber plug pushing hard against his cock in her pussy.
They both got dressed as a couple came into view. By time they were close enough
to see anything, both of them were dressed. "Do you want to go into town and have lunch with me?"
"Like this?" She tried walking, taking only short steps, each one uncomfortable as the butt plug moved around inside her. She had to put a short skirt on over her bikini, the butt plug pushing out the bottoms.
"You have two hours to wear it."
"Okay," Carrie cringing at the thought of having to sit on a hard chair, pushing the butt plug in deeper.
CHAPTER 12
James' Demands
Carrie barely got any work done the next week; luckily she could manage to do most
of it late at night. A time when James was less demanding. Her mind was in a cloud, not believing the things she submitted to and the things that James demanded of her.
The butt plug was the worse, each day Carrie presented her naked body to him and
each day the butt plug was inserted inside her for the customary two hours. James would sit in a chair while Carrie stripped naked for him, Carrie loved watching his lap, enjoying that she could arouse him as she did. She watched as the bulge in his pants grew until he finally had to unbutton them, the zipper sliding down noisily until his cock was free of his tight shorts.
Carrie arched her back, sticking out her breasts for him, her long red hair covering her bare breasts until her hard nipples would burst out from beneath her red tresses. Her
nipples were still sore and sensitive, but a breeze from the outside was enough to make them hard.
"Move closer," James picking up the strings from the table. He had used the clamps on them each day, letting her get used to the bite of the unyielding metal clamps. Carrie kneeled before him, already knowing the daily ritual would include James fondling her
breasts. Or more. She put her hands behind her neck, her elbows bowed out as he had
taught her, her back arched obscenely until her chest was thrust out brazenly. Her firm breasts stood out, her nipples hard and pointed, waiting for James' manipulation.
Carrie saw the string; at least it wouldn't be the strong metal clamps that bit into them today. She saw him place a loop of string around one of her nipples, his finger teasing the tip, pushing the string down until it snuggled below the nipple, right on her areola. She could feel the pressure even as he began to pull, James yanking the tiny noose until she felt the gentle tug on her nipple. She arched her back more, her eyes looking down to see the string bite into her pink nipple, a thin indent in the otherwise smooth flesh. She could feel the blood rushing to the end of her nipple as the string compressed the harden bud.
She shivered as James' fingers touched her breast as he tied off the string, making short work of making it so tight that the end of her nipple pounded harshly. She felt a tingling, looking down to see how swollen her nipple had become. It began to turn a dark red.
James enjoyed himself, tying first one nipple, then working on the other, all the while Carrie watching him as if she were a spectator. He tied the string tight, far tighter than was necessary. He would not be able to keep them on for long, not wanting to permanently
injure Carrie. He just wanted to teach her that she would have to submit to his every
demand. Both of her nipples stood out like tiny red balloons, swollen as the blood was trapped in the ends. James stood up, towering over Carrie, his hands holding the other end of the two strings.
Carrie looked up at James, her eyes following the twin strings that rose up from her
aching nipples to his hands. She braced herself for the inevitable. He pulled the strings until they were tight, her nipples pulling and yanked harshly to the side. It was as if James was a puppeteer, and Carrie was the puppet, James pulling the strings to control her. She bent backwards as James yanked the strings harder, her nipples pulled up to the ceiling.
The ache in them began, the strings getting tighter, her nipples distending further. It felt like the ends would explode. James began to make them dance, her breasts rising and
falling as he pulled and released the strings. Each time he pulled the strings tight, the sharp bite would shoot through her breasts. For five minutes, James played with her. He finally grew tired of the game, but he didn't remove the strings. Instead, he took two half-pound fishing weights, carefully tying them to the string an inch from her nipples. He placed them on the table, making Carrie bend over it.
He didn't want her to feel the weights until he was ready with both of them. He tied
them off, the weights looking harmless on the table. It would be a different story when they would hang loosely from her nipples, a half-pound of metal yanking her proud nipples
towards the ground. Shortly, the tiniest of movements would incite a fresh bout of pain. He could leave her in and out of sharp, sexual pain as long as he desired.
Carrie struggled as she leaned back, the sudden shock of pain hitting her as the
weights slid off the table, slapping hard against her stomach as they swung back and
forth. Carrie could barely catch her breath, the sharp pain racing to her brain. It was worse than the nipple clamps, the heavy weights making her lovely breasts contort. She
struggled to keep still until the weights stopped moving. Now there was only the painful drag as they hung down, gravity forcing her beautiful firm breasts towards the ground.
James left them on for five minutes more, tapping at the weights when he saw the
look of pain leave her eyes. He hefted one weight up into the air. "Hold it." Her hand cupped the weight, so delicately as his fingers played with the string, trying to get it off her trapped nipple. It took long minutes and much fondling of her flesh before he was able to pull it off, but not without pinching her already clenched nipple numerous times. He
worked on the other one, a sigh of relief from Carrie once it was off. His fingertip rubbed over the ends of her nipples, watching as Carrie flinched. "I love it when they are so sensitive. Show me your pussy. I'm sure I will find you drenched."
Carrie took off the rest of her clothes, standing naked in front of James. She spread
her legs as he taught her, his fingers peeling back her pussy lips like an onion, Carrie ashamed that he was right. Her pussy was soaked. He pulled her lips wider, until she was exposed, her pink insides glistening with her arousal. His fingers stroked her, moving from the top of her pussy lips, teasing close to her clit without touching it, back down until he found her tight hole. One finger became two and then finally three was impaling her,
Carrie gasping as she stood on her toes as the fingers moved inside her. She knew he
was just teasing her, he would not let her cum yet. She knew what was next.
James loved the scent of her arousal, licking his lips as his mind conjured up the
familiar taste of her pussy. Not now, maybe later he would partake of her delicious pussy.
She wouldn't last much longer, so James was ready to move on to the reason for this
display. "Turn around. Show me your ass."
Carrie turned without question, though only days ago she would have been mortified
to perform such a task. She bent over, her hands on the table James conveniently placed nearby. She spread her legs apart, wider this time. She had worn the smallest butt plug for quite a while and she was sure that he would move up to the next one. She had seen it on the table, it was much more formidable then the last. Thicker and longer. It would be very uncomfortable to have it inside her, never mind that it would be for two hours.
"Spread your cheeks for me Carrie. Show me tha
t lovely flower." James sat in the chair, his eyes transfixed on her lovely ass. Her long, slim fingers slid back, delicately peeling back her cheeks until her anal cleft was exposed, the crack of her cheeks barely visible. Her tiny anus was more pronounced now, the daily probing of the butt plug in it had given it a pink glow, but it was still a virgin hole that would soon receive his cock in her ultimate sacrifice to his sodomy.
She felt the familiar tug on her anus as her fingers pulled her cheeks apart, the cool air blowing on the hot hole that was now so graphically exposed to him. She could feel his hot breath between her cheeks as he moved forward, Carrie bracing for the touch of his finger as he lubricated her for the butt plug. "Eeeeehhh," letting out the air from her lungs as she felt his finger, already slick rubbing around her anus. His touch set off the fiery feeling between her legs, his finger rubbing circles around her wrinkled hole as he made it slick. She felt the tremors, Carrie still unable to control them as he touched her in her most intimate spot. She pushed back on his finger as she felt the pressure, the tip of his finger pressing into the very center of her hole. She could now contain the gasp of surprise as her rectum was probed with his finger, but James was not stopping until she had taken
two inches of finger inside her. She squeezed his finger appreciatively as she grew
comfortable with his finger inside her. She felt his fingertip move, pressing on the sides of her rectal muscles, palpitating the tight muscles until she squeezed him again.
She had learned quickly, Carrie squeezing his finger as he taught her how she was to
pleasure his cock. Each day she tightened and clenched on his finger, James' cock jerking in pleasure at the delightful pressure that her muscles exerted on his small finger. Soon it would be his cock that would feel the pleasure. "Now relax while I go deeper." She grunted as James twisted his finger and pressed it deeper, her body moving forward