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Chapter 13: The dildo.
There was a pause for a time, and then I heard her softly deliberate to herself,
"I'd better vaseline this or I'll never get it right up."
Her stiletto heels clattered on the bare boards as she approaching me.
In silence, she swiftly released my neck chain from the bedpost and undid the short hogtie chain.
She lifted my now virtually disabled frame up like a rag doll and, hoisted my upper body over the steel bars of the bed headboard, leaving me draped on my stomach over the top pole, my head resting on the thin, soiled mattress and my feet still just touching the floor.
Many disturbed thoughts were surging through distressed mind at that time and one briefly superfluous thought was a confirmation of my instincts about her physical power.
I had more than that to think about now though, and my anxious alarm and fear began to surface rapidly again as she disconnected one of my ankle manacles and, prising each of my legs far apart, chained them to the base of each bedpost.
Resting my head on the mattress trying to relieve somewhat the pain of my pinioned elbows and not thinking very clearly, my disoriented mind dimly comprehended that being hung over the bar with my backside uppermost, the vain hope I'd had of some respite was ruined.
Meanwhile, she had been to the drawer and back again.
I'd turned my head to breathe more easily and had my eyes closed.
I felt something hard poked into the leather of my gag.
"Open your eyes! Look at what I've got for you!"
I open my eyes and saw she was holding an obscenely large black rubber dildo shaped like a giant penis. Heavily greased up, it had authentic looking veins running down it and two large black balls on the end.
"You've come just in time to christen it!"
She went behind me out of view and I felt her prod my backside with it.
"I thought when we started what a lovely soft girly-like bum you've got."
Then, sounding callously amused at her very obvious lying,
"I felt at the time, it was such a shame for you to virtually force me to thrash it into this red and bloody mess."
I felt her long fingernails dig into my stomach fat.
"Such lovely soft white flesh as well. And with such a pretty face - a bit effeminate are we?
Then suddenly, my backside spasmed as I felt the tip of the dildo search out the entrance to my back passage.
"I'll bet this isn't the first prick to enter here is it?"
Fearful anticipation of what was about to happen almost took my mind off pain I was experiencing being secured in such a rigid and humiliating position and the constant throbbing agony from all areas of my body.
"I'll take that silence as a yes."
She relentlessly forced the obscenity up my backside until from the pain; it felt as if she was splitting it in two. I had been hurting so much all over that I'd thought that I just couldn't be able to feel any further pain, but she'd found another area to brutalize and I was forlornly screaming with agony once again.
"Too bad you're gagged, I'd love to make you squeal like a happy pig as I forced this up. Unfortunately someone outside might hear you.
We're all alone in this house though - think about it, we can do as we please with no one to disturb us."
She laughed, "One day, when I get a nice sound-proofed dungeon, I'll be able to make you pathetic slaves scream really loud in agony anytime the mood takes me."
Desperately trying to relax my backside as I soon discovered that trying to resist the dildo's entry made the pain worse, I just had to endure until the loathsome object was worked fully in to her satisfaction.
"D'you know there's now two big black bollocks sticking out of your arse?"
She was enjoying herself and unchaining my ankles as she talked.
"It just didn't seem fair, just having one prick to suck on, without having another one pleasuring you up your arse. Aren't I good to you? You must be in sissy-boy heaven."
Any vain hope I'd momentarily indulged in once more about some small alleviation to my torment, now she seemed in such good humour, was extinguished as I felt her tightly manacle my ankles together again.
Again, as if dealing with child, I was physically lifted of the bed and dumped on the floor on my chest.
The change in position brought more futile screams from me as I could now feel the full effect of the huge abomination she'd forced up my backside.
I rested my gagged face against the floor for a moment, elbows pinioned behind my back, ankles chained and in indescribable torment when, again, I heard the faint sound of conversation as some people walked past the house.
I was now in the depths of despair and experiencing almost suicidal hopelessness.
I longed to be able to scream and scream out loud for help.
Ordinary, normal life with help and rescue were just yards away, but they would just walk past never knowing the hell a fellow human being was being put through in a room a mere stone's throw away.
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