Wench's Fitting

Wench's Fitting Chapter 3

"Sextoy's outfit is ready."

I was glad – I would be released from my bondage to her. My exhaustion made the bondage quite uncomfortable. Our ankles were released, and I felt the dildo and butt-plug starting to slip out, leaving me with an audible "slorp!" No matter how much I've experienced that sound, I can't stop it, and it always drives home "Hey! This woman enjoyed being filled with rubber sex toys!" It's a humbling thought when you think of it that way.

I saw My Love and Master going for the nipple clamps. Oh damn. This was going to hurt! "MMMMMppphhh!!!! We each screamed into the gag as all four clamps were released at the same time. The pain of the blood rush into my nipples was reflected back at me, seeing the same thing in Sextoy's eyes.

Our arms were released, and finally the double dildo-gag was taken off. I was relatively free for the first time in what seemed to be hours – the only ropes that was tied to me was acting like a pony-tail band at the moment, not restricting in the least. They sure felt odd as they dangled on the back of my legs though...

My Love came up to me. "So Wench, want me to screw you up the ass?"

His blasé question caught me off guard. He knows that I don't enjoy anal sex, and I know he enjoys forcing me to do it anyway. Why would he ask? I carefully worded my reply. "While I don't want you to, you're welcome to do it anyway my Love."

He smiled. "No, I'll wait until you want me to." I had fallen into his trap. I knew it, but it was too late. Nothing left to do but wonder why I would want him to use my butt as his private sperm repository.

He pushed something to my lips. "Open wide." I complied, and was rewarded with a deflated gag entering my mouth. As soon as it was seated in place, My Love started pumping it up. It was well designed, and seemed to fit my mouth pretty well. He kept pumping until my cheeks bulged out, my teeth sat in a groove made for the purpose, yet my breathing was OK, due to a generous breathing tube through the middle. Every breath I took was quite audible as a "whoosh" in, and a "whoosh" out.

Andy laughed. He did the distinctive Darth Vader breathing sound, and topped it off with "Luke! I am your Wench! Screw me in the ass!" All the guys laughed. I just cringed. What else could I do?

As My Love disconnected the pump, it was clear that even without a strap holding it in place, there was no way I could get the inflated gag out. I felt the gag with my hands. My Love must have read my mind, telling me "Nope Wench. Without the pump, you can't deflate the gag." He smiled and held up a truly enormous, pre-lubed butt plug, showing it off to me. I had no doubt where it was going. He showed me the base of the plug, where there was a D ring and a keyhole. "You see wench, when I turn the key like this...these flanges that will be inside your sphincter pop out, making the plug too large to expel! It will be securely locked in with no straps! It needs custom fitting, but it's worth it! Now turn around..."

I did as I was told, bending over, and turning my toes in to spread my butt cheeks as wide as I could. The tighter and drier I was back there, the more it would hurt. Now it was clear to me why I would want my Love to screw me up the ass – to get this butt-plug out! If I wasn't gagged, I would have pleaded to change my mind – not that it would have done any good at this point. My Love's lubed fingers started spreading KY all around my butt, and slipped inside. He lubed me up the best that he could, and started with the Monster Plug. From the feel of the beast, it must have been the size of his fist! He pushed the tip in a bit, and out half as much. I moaned as I was stretched as wide as I could possibly bear. In a bit more, and out half as much, working it back and forth to slide it in, spreading the depth to which I was filled. I moaned and whimpered as the anal intruder went further and further in. I contemplated trying to get away, but dismissed that idea as folly – My love would see to it that I was plugged, one way or another. I might as well do it the easy way. I was quite relieved when I finally felt the base hit my butt. My Love turned the key, and I felt the one area widen. God this thing is huge! I saw the flash of a few pictures being taken of my anal predicament to document it for all internet posterity.

I felt a cable being run through the D-ring, and heard the "click" of a lock. My Love then walked away, turning back to look at me with a smile. He was enjoying my predicament. After some more pictures were taken, the men went over to Sextoy.

I tried to stand up straight, but the discomfort from the plug was just too much – I would have to stay on my hands and knees. So I crawled towards them. Hopefully I would be able to persuade them to take the plug out. I got about 5 feet from the wall before the line connecting the plug to the wall went taut, stopping me short. While I could see them, all I could do was kneel and wait for them to come to me.

As I turned around, I saw what they meant by "Sextoy's outfit". Master and Andy were holding up a transparent plastic torso, even up and over the shoulders. I couldn't tell if it was from a mannequin, or if it was medical in nature.

They put the back half against her back, and fitted in the crotch portion. From the way it was made, the crotch of the "outfit" was easily removable – from the inside. Once someone was in it, it would be held in place by the presence of a body. The crotch was apparently made to be worn a long time – there was a cable going up the butt, and slots cut in over the front. The crotch would be quite covered, yet quite inaccessible, and available for viewing at any time.

The front portion was held over her body. From the crotch up to over the shoulders, Sextoy was about to be held in perfect posture – perfect for viewing I was sure. As they slid the two halves together I could see that her stomach would be pushed in, like a crude corset. Her shoulders would be held rigidly back, thrusting out her chest. My Love and Master held it shut, while Andy got out a re-chargeable screwdriver, and started giving a talk about his creation.

"As you can see, this is form fitting, holding her in a quite enjoyable posture. The two halves are held together by 12 screws, that is, 4 on each side, and 2 over each shoulder. She should be able to shower, use the bathroom, and so forth, so her term is not limited by those considerations. As you can see, I am using a special screw bit – these bits are not available, except by ordering direct from the company. Conventional screwdriver tips just don't fit the holes. It's just as good as a lock and key, but without the jangling and unsightly bulges under clothing. There! Now Sextoy, move around as best as you can for a few minutes, and let me know about any fit issues."

She took a few tentative steps, stretches, and so forth. Eventually my Love came over to see me. Now was my chance to get the aching butt plug out! I nuzzled up to his crotch, rubbing my bulging cheeks over his bulging pants.

My Love smiled. "So, do you want me to screw you up the ass yet?"

I nodded yes vigorously. My butt hurt already, and was only getting worse by the minute!

He pondered, rubbing his chin in staged contemplation as he watched me.

I put my hands together under my chin, attempting to plead with him. This must have amused Master. "Look! Darth Vader is pleading for anal sex!"

Undeterred by the jab at the sound my breathing hole was making, I gave him more crotch nuzzles. My Love teased me "You know, that mouth hole is looking about the right size..."

No! I had to get the plug out! I turned around, rubbing my butt against his crotch as much as the butt-plug would allow.

Master said "You know, Sextoy has to do some testing. I know just the thing..." He pointed to a cart full of bondage equipment. It had straps and buckles of who knows what hanging off of it. "Sextoy, you are to tie this Wench into a humiliating position, good for a royal ass screwing! If Love here is displeased, both you and Wench will be punished. You don't have much time, so you'd better make it quick, yet unyielding." With that, the men left the room, and closed the door.

She was initially surprised into inaction, until I "Mmmpphh"ed her to move. I was punished enough already! She started digging through the cart to see what she had to play with. She looked from the cart, to me, to the cart... I had only to wonder what she was going to come up with.

She took a pair of large leather manacles. They looked wonderful – black leather on the outside, white ermine fur in the inside. I was sure that the fur was fake, but that wasn't the point – they looked good. I offered her my arms, and put them just above each elbow.

As she was buckling the manacles, she started to awkwardly introduce herself in the ditziest voice I had ever heard! "Um... I don't think we were introduced. (giggle) I'm Sextoy. I know you're Wench, and can't answer at the moment..." I stared at her in disbelief at her voice. Yes, she is blonde, but I thought that the "know-nothing blonde" was a stereotype!

Sextoy must have seen my reaction. She continued. "Do you like my voice? Master trained me to use only this tone. (giggle) If I don't I get punished. He especially likes to get me in social situations like this." Oh my god! She is forced to act like a ditzy blonde to anyone who comes by! How humiliating!

Sextoy got some thigh straps that matched the manacles, each about 4 inches wide. At first, she tried to bend over at the waist to buckle them. Her outfit prevented such an unflattering position. She knelt down, back securely up, to wrap them around each of my legs, just over the knee, and buckle them snugly. She connected each elbow to the corresponding knee, and took at look at her handiwork. I was held on all fours, thrusting my butt out.

She arose with some difficulty, and went back to the bondage cart. Her outfit prevented her from breathing with the bottom of her lungs, making her breasts heave up and down quite visibly with each breath. As she inhaled, each boob was pressed into it's pre-formed shape, trying to burst the unyielding plastic. I'm sure they guys would love the visual effect. She took out a quite tall posture collar, made out of black leather. She stooped down to fasten the collar securely around my neck – not tight enough to choke, but snug enough for me not to be able to do anything but look at the floor. I got a close-up view of her mobile prison. To be held so securely, so on display, with an unknown day of release...I didn't know to be jealous she got it, or to be fearful that I would be next.

Sextoy's next bondage implement was an awfully long light chain. It must have been 40 feet long! What did she have in mind for that? She hooked it to a hook in one corner of the floor, then tossed a section of it over another hook in the corner of the ceiling so that the chain ran up the wall. From there, she threaded it under my waist, and tossed most of the remaining chain over a hook in the opposite corner of the ceiling. I got it – when she tightened it up, my butt would be held high by the chain! She picked up a cloth off the cart, and showed it to me – it had "Fuck me" printed all over it. She wrapped a bunch over the chain as padding under my stomach, and tightened up the chain, hauling my butt as high as it would go. This forced my forehead to the floor. She then hooked the chain down to a bolt set in the floor.

Once again, Sextoy reviewed my prone form. She folded up another "Fuck me" cloth, placing it under my forehead as a cushion, and sliding an 8 1/2x11 picture under my face. The picture showed me tied to Sextoy as we were struggling from the tickling. Not half an hour had gone by, and already they are showing me how slutty I looked! Who knows how many web surfers were looking at the same thing right now? With the posture collar, all I could do was stare at my bound form on the page in front of me.

I felt her putting manacles around my wrists, and compliantly tucked them to my neck at her gentile guidance – I wanted to be punished as little as she did. I heard the click of a lock, and they were set in place until someone else chose to release them.

More leather was put around my ankles. I felt them being spread wide, probably chained out to more of the multitude of attachment points about the room. I felt so spread – so vulnerable.

Sextoy held up the strings attached to my braids. She faked her best "innocent" voice – "Now what should I do with these. I realized how relative innocence is – she was held captive by a restrictive see-through shell that showed off her boobs and crotch quite well. I was hardly better with my butt up in the air, and a mouth full of inflated rubber.

Sextoy attached each of the ropes to the handle of a ping-pong paddle. She adjusted the length so that when laid flat, each paddle would hang over a butt-cheek. Once again, she stood back to admire her handiwork.

She carefully knelt down next to me. "It is such a production to kneel like this that I'm going to have to make it worth it. I know – easy for me to say." She laughed, and started to fiddle with something around one of my boobs, sliding some sort of a ring around it. My best guess is that the ring was made from metal, with a generous rubber pad on the inside. The ring had a cord dangling from it. I was sure I would find the purpose behind that all too soon.

She slid the ring up to the base of my boob. She started turning a wingnut, and the ring tightened. The more she twisted, the tighter it got. I gave her a "mmpphhh!" when it was snug, but either she didn't understand the comment, or didn't care, as she kept going. The ring really caused my boob to balloon out as they dangled, enhanced by gravity. She tightened it until it was slightly painful and throbbing, before using my butt as a way to steady herself as she rose. She walked around me, and ringed the other side, tightening it up. Once again, I gave her a "mmpphh!" when I thought she should stop. She tightened way past my comfort level to a point in which she was satisfied.

As she stood, Sextoy took each cord that connected to the boob rings, and pulled them up over my shoulders. There was a small hose over the cord where my shoulders went. The cord was led down my back, where she tied them off to the ping pong paddles over my butt. Now I understood the hose – if the cord was pulled on without the hose in place, it would bind and chafe on my shoulders. We wouldn't want that – comfort is the primary goal as my breasts and hair is yanked while I'm being paddled.

Sextoy stood back and pondered. "Let's see – I still have some time...What else could I do? I hope you realize this wouldn't be happening to you if you weren't such a fickle and wonton wench. *sigh* You put me into possibly getting punished, and I can't have that." I knew it was true. If I had only begged for the ass-filling sex before, it would have been done and over.

Sextoy read aloud as she wrote on my back with a dark marker "Please!! Someone!! Spank me 'till my butt is red, then fuck me up the ass!! Please!! I need it bad!!" I cringed and whimpered. There was nothing that I could do about that showing. She continued on my butt, making a small ring on each butt-cheek, labeling it "10 pts", a medium ring as "5 pts" and a large ring as "2 pts".

As she stood back, the men came back in. They walked around me, laughing at all of the bondage, the writing, and humiliating posture with my face staring at a picture of me in bondage, and my plugged butt held high in the air. The camera was soon out and flashing pictures. I wanted to crawl away and hide somewhere, but I the most movement I could do was grasp at thin air.

At this, Sextoy was taken away, and congratulated on a job well done. My love unlocked the butt plug, and slowly removed it from my ass.

He picked up a paddle, and just bust out laughing at the scoring rings marked around my butt. "Seems like I'm up for a new game!" He called out.

Whack came the paddle right on my butt. Even though he hit my outstretched butt cheek, my bonds held me firm – I was barely able to flinch. My cry of surprise was muffled to barely a murmur by the gag.

My love wound up, and smacked the other side. I screamed out again. My Love's only response was "What was that Miss Vader?", and whacking me again. I couldn't even lower my butt; I was forced to present it to him in what is apparently a most inviting manner! The blows just kept falling – there was no way I could keep track. My pleas for leniency, muffled beyond all recognition, quickly degraded into sobs and whimpers. I think they only served to spurred him on more.

Once my buns were sufficiently toasted, he finally stopped with the assault. My ass still felt like it was on fire! I was sure I would be sore back there for days!

Then I felt the tip of My Love's penis starting to probe around my anal sphincter. True to his word, I knew that I was to be used as a sex object – a masturbation toy only for his pleasure. The tip went in an inch or two, then out by about half. In a bit more, and out by about half. I was glad to be so stretched from the enormous plug, but I was still so sore! His stiff penis went in more and more, until I finally felt his hips smack against my reddened butt.

He started to get his rhythm going. I could do nothing to alter it – I couldn't slide back and forth or urge him on if I had wanted to; he was in total control, and we both knew it. After a few "in-and-outs", he picked up the paddles. Using them as handles, he gave a test tug.

I let out a "mmmpphh!!" as my hair was pulled down by one cord, and my breast rings were pulled up by another. As my hair was pulled back, my neck collar prevented me from even tilting back to relieve the strain – I was quite secured. My Love moaned "Oh yeah..." and started rhymically tugging. Every few seconds, my hair would be yanked, breasts tugged, and I would get an ass full of excited penis! What was in it for me? Nothing – I was only a sex object to be used at My Love's whim. My needs were clearly not the priority – this was all about My Love, and he sure seemed to enjoy it!

His penis rammed in and out, in and out, smacking my poor butt with his hips. I felt relieved when his breathing became ragged – he would soon orgasm, an my humiliation would be over.

Little did I realize what he would do – He pulled on the handles to drive his penis into my butt as far as it would go, practically ripping my boobs off in the doing! He kept holding it there as he spasmed, shooting loads of warm cum up my butt.

I heard applause from the doorway. I had spectators to this humiliation? Doubtless one of them had a videocamera – soon thousands across internet-land would be privy to my anal orgy. I cringed – there was nothing I could do about it. Would some of my co-workers see it? Maybe a neighbor or five. Who knows?

My Love pulled out, and slipped in a modest-sized rigid metal butt-plug in its place. I felt fingers at my frontal folds. Could it be? Would I actually get an orgasm? The fingers twiddled back and forth. I tried rubbing against them, but I was held firm. They teased me, getting me more and more excited as my juices started to flow. The fingers started twiddling just the right parts, and set up a rhythm with such a lovely tempo, and a tune to die for. I felt release coming...Oh yes! Oh yes! Hey! The fingers suddenly withdrew, and two small balls were being stuffed into my hole. My love explained "These are ben-wa balls. They'll move inside of you as you do, and keep you wonderfully excited all day. Isn't that wonderful?"

My mind exploded. Wonderful? What? An orgasm right now would be wonderful! Getting teased some more is so freakin' frustrating! I just had to get some!

My Love released the put a wide metal strap on the back of my waist, and looped it up to the front. Not that I could look at it, but this must be my new chastity belt! Someone disconnected the cable holding my butt up, and I felt a cable run from the back of the belt over the butt-plug. Connected to the bottom of the cable, a frontal shield come up over the two balls, holding them securely inside. The sound of a "Click" rang through my ears – I was locked in for as long as they wanted me to be.

Andy, Master, and My Love released my bonds bit by bit. Andy suggested that I walk a bit in the belt to make sure that the fit was OK. I stretched my aching muscles, and achingly got to my feet.

My Love told me "That was wonderful Wench. I really enjoyed myself, and feel satisfied. How are you?"

I looked at him pleadingly "My Love? Can I have an orgasm? Please?"

I got only laughter in response.