85.

MAEVE HAWTHORN.
I shuddered when he said that, realizing that this nightmare wasn’t over yet and as much as I wished I could handle more sick stuff, I wished all of this would end.
He lowered my legs back to the floor and they gave out as I staggered, my arms too were exhausted from being raised for so long and as he unhooked my bound wrists from their ceiling rope, I collapsed to the floor with my inflated ass pointing skyward the air tube like a human tail.
“You look tired but I’m sure you want more, don’t you?” His voice made its way to my subconscious as I opened my eyes but was unable to speak.
My eyes rolled back, my mouth opening but I couldn’t let out a single word. That’s how exhausted I was and I hated that he looked like was having the time of his life.
Just when I think he couldn’t get any sicker, he unlocks another phase of himself that has me questioning if he had been admitted to a psychiatric ward before.
“Aren’t you supposed to say something to daddy for bringing you to orgasm?” He asked again and I felt something extremely cold settle in my stomach as I forced the words out.
“T- th- tha- thank- you.” I gestured since I couldn’t actually speak, vibrating so hard that I could tell that one more orgasm and I would definitely pass out.
“That’s right, you’re such a good girl.” He commended as he pulled my body upright, firmly holding both hands and unfastening them then pulling them behind my back to rebind them together.
I didn’t need anyone to tell me that Enzo is a sick, twisted exhibitionist.
“I’m still not done with you yet,” he said like I asked, “let daddy see how much you can handle, I want to push the limit of this slutty body.” He continued as he licked his lips.
“Don’t think this is hard on only you, it’s hard on me too,” he went on and extremely tired, I laid on the floor while he pulled a human sized crate from the corner of the room.
He cleared the wheeled trolley, table lifting the large box onto the steel surface. Opening the lid, he then lifted me into it. I tried to kick and thrash but my legs were like lead.
The crate was about 4 feet long and I had to bend my legs to fit into it, it was also only a foot wide so I had to lay on my side knees and tits pressed against the front wall, my ass, bound wrists and heeled feet against the rear.
The box had padding and I could rest my cheek on a firm pillow type material, there was a small slit allowing the anal tube to protrude from the box when the lid was closed.
I laid there like a museum piece while Enzo did everything he wanted with me and soon, when he was done, he resealed my eye flap and my mouth was still filled with a ring gag on my dry tongue darting through it.
I had no idea what he was doing next but I could hear footsteps and woods and steel clanking. My stomach tightened, my entire being rocked by my regret.
If only I’d just ignored the fact that I needed a stupid orgasm and just gone to my room, I would have avoided all of this.
I had a toy, a big dildo that could have helped me but no, I had stupidly wandered into the devil’s den hoping to leave there unscathed just as I’d entered.
There’s no way that could have happened.
Soon, I felt my boobs being squished together and thrusted forward, “Push your tits through it.” He ordered and I couldn’t see what he was asking me to push my boobs through, causing me to be hesitant.
“DO IT!” He roared, his snarl tearing me apart and without trying to think, I pushed my boobs through whatever was in front of me and the pain I felt shoot through me was excruciating.
What the hell is this?!
I could feel his hands grasp them pulling under each tugging my boobs as far out as possible and that was when the realization dawned on me.
I’ve seen far too much bondage pornography to not know what this is, I could feel it but I had no idea what it was called even though I was sure that this was it.
I was pressed against the wood wall, my arms and hands now having slightly more room behind me and soon, I felt a strong cord being coiled around each tit, and pulled tight.
Now, I was sure that no matter what happened, I couldn’t pull my boobs out anymore.
I felt trapped, trussed and imprisoned worse than before. My boobs were exposed and I couldn’t see what he was doing to them. I felt something like grease on my nipples before feeling something cold attached to my nipples.
I could hear the clatter and felt the cold touch of metal, and then finally he explained what he was doing to me.
“Since you need to rest, I’ll be leaving you with these milking tubes attached to your nipples,” he chucked like that was something funny, “I mean, you’re my little cow now and I’m milking you.” He said amidst his horrible laughter.
“I know I won’t get any milk but you’ll definitely enjoy it at the end of the day.” He added with conviction and I tried to protest, struggling in the box but I was so tightly packed in with my boobs now bound to the outside of the box that I could hardly move.
“Be good, baby girl. I have to go kill someone.” He said as nonchalantly as possible and I could tell that he pushed a button because the tubes and the balloon in my ass came to life.
The suction tube seemed eager to draw milk from even though there wasn’t any at all. I couldn’t hold back my muffled groan as the balloon expanded then collapsed like a fist opening and closing in my ass.
“Watching you like this turns me on more than I expected, I won’t be gone too long, I promise.” He said and with that, I heard the sound of the door slamming shut.
“Let me go, please, I don’t like this.” I begged in my mind, hoping he was going to magically hear my plea but I could tell that he wouldn’t hear a single thing I said.
The suction cups just wouldn’t stop. Over and over the greased rimmed airtight seals, made my hard nipples stretch deep into the airless tubes.
I moaned internally, the sensation so humiliating and the fact that I was being more aroused, hot from the inside out made it all the more humiliating.
I tried to move, hearing the tubes rattle a little as my entwined boobs bounced. I couldn’t tell which was worse, the evil sucking, the constant ass attention or the tightness of my cord bound boobs.
I felt like I was being inflated like a damn balloon, squeezed out of shape, the milking attachments making my desperate nipples scream with erotic sensation.
“Oh god! I can’t. I really can’t take it anymore.” I was too exhausted, my eyes too tired to stay open but at the same time I couldn’t close them due to how desperate for an orgasm my body was.
My nipples felt even more hard and from how much it hurt, I didn’t need anyone to tell me how red it must have gotten but despite that, I could feel my orgasm building up.
I felt something awaken and thrust inside me and my eyes shot open in the flap, it was for nothing because I couldn’t see anything. I felt it slowly thrust into my cunt and I groaned.
Judging from how Enzo had removed the dildo earlier on, my brain dinged and I immediately knew that there was a fuck machine right behind me.
“No, no, I can’t- I’m gonna cum if the-” my thought process was interrupted by the desperate thrusting of the dildo fucking me harder than I could’ve ever imagined.
My eyes rolled back, my legs shook and my nipples didn’t seem to hurt anymore as my entire being was focused on the thrusting dildo, my body vibrating internally.
Fuckkkkkkkkkk! I CAN’T DO THIS!
Despite being gagged with just my tongue out like I was some sort of snake, I moaned like a whore, my body thrashing as I tried so hard to breathe.
The dildo wouldn’t stop slurping in and out of my now excited cunt, thrusting into me really hard and so deep that I could almost feel it in my stomach.
Enzo was right.
I was enjoying this a little bit too much, I’m supposed to be irritated, disgusted but at this heightened stage of excitement, my body groaned and screamed in pleasure as I was force fucked by Enzo’s mechanical dildo.
My toe curled in the heels I was wearing and knowing better, I gave up resisting and now it was just a matter of not hyperventilating between each building climax.
“Arghhh. Fuck. Fuck. Ohhhhhh.” My groans were turning into higher pitched muffled squeaks. I was already at the verge, almost coming again.
My hips forcibly thrusted up despite the tightened grip but surprisingly, I could ram the cock inside me as hard as possible. Enzo must have fixed it that way.
It didn’t take long before I reached climax and after getting down from one, I was thrusted back up again and then down. After each climax, my ultra tender clit screamed for relief but I wasn’t getting any.
“Make it stop!” I screamed even though it was to myself, I was at the verge of my seventh orgasm, “pleaseeee. Make. It. Stoooooooppppp.”
My body was unbearably tender as my clit screamed but the machine continued to pump in and out of my quivering pussy with a greater intensity each time.
Any second now, I’d- again.
“Ahhhh.” I could tell how animalistic that sounded as I bucked in the box, my pussy yawning and spitting as the cock stayed buried deep inside me.
I knew how profusely I was sweating, my heart raced so fast that it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.
My insides were on fire and as my orgasm subsided, just when I thought I’d finally get the time to fully rest and catch my breath, the pounding continued.
Seconds later, I couldn’t hold back from screaming in ecstasy and hypersensitive sensation. I was having another orgasm in just a matter of seconds.
I wailed and bucked for an eternity or so it felt, until my pussy was numb and my throat dry. Then just as my mind was starting to lose its grip, the power was turned off, the mechanical cock suddenly motionless.
Oh thank goodness. Is he back or did he set it to stop at that specific time? Either way, I was grateful it stopped because I couldn’t take anymore.
“No more.” I slurred as I slowly began to lose consciousness and soon after, everywhere became even darker and silent.