No Artificial Flavoring

I regained consciousness to the feeling of Lance's fingers pushing in and out of my sore pussy. He had positioned himself between my legs and was pumping three fingers into me as deep as they would go. With each thrust from his hand, I felt the tips of his fingers brush against my cervix, eliciting a deep and aching pleasure from the bruised tissue.

Coming fully to my senses, I began squirming in my bonds, moaning around the gag in my mouth, and trying to signal that I was awake again. Yet he paid no attention as he mercilessly fingered me to another orgasm. I felt stretched and sore from the last session of torment and I groaned into the gag as I felt him push in a fourth finger. But Lance appeared entirely unaware of my reactions, relentlessly pumping his fingers into me. My pussy throbbed, and the sounds coming from between my legs started getting wetter as I got close to orgasming.

Just then, Lance crooked his fingers inside me and pressed against my G-spot hard. Instantly my vision went white from the pleasure that went through my body like a bolt of lightning. I shuddered, trembling and moaning as I felt my pussy clench around him for what felt like the hundredth time that night. My muscles spasmed erratically, squeezing around his fingers while the rest of me trembled from the strain of yet another orgasm. I moaned loudly around the gag, giving in to the overwhelming pain and pleasure and cumming again.

Once my spasming had slowed, Lance withdrew his fingers. They slipped free from my sore, abused cunt with a final wet noise. A strand of my wetness briefly connected his hand to me before breaking and dripping down onto the bed. He seemed amused as he looked down at his fingers, which were completely drenched in my cum. I blushed, and for the first time since I'd woken up, he looked me in the face. A smirk crossed his lips as he sucked my juices off his fingers while staring me dead in the face.

When he'd finished cleaning my cum from his fingers, he finally spoke.

"Did you sleep well, slut? Have any good dreams?"

Lance's voice was taunting me, and his eyes were gleaming with mischief. Had I been able to look away, I would have, feeling a blush turn my whole face red. But I was pinned by his stare. Without thinking, I tried answering his question, helplessly obedient to him despite my embarrassment. But the gag in my mouth made it so that all that came out was a long, needful moan. He laughed and reached to remove the gag from my mouth.

"I think you've earned a chance to speak now," he said, still teasing me as he pulled the restraint from my mouth. I became deeply aware of how sore my face felt as soon as the ball was eased from between my lips. Once the gag was out, I experimentally worked my mouth, feeling how the muscles of my cheeks and jaws ached from the strain of wearing the gag for hours at a time.

"So, slave. How are you feeling?" asked Lance, still smirking. I fought not to glare at him. We stared at each other for a long moment before I finally replied.

"Sore," I said, and my voice sounded hoarse in my ears. He snorted at that, and my eyes narrowed.

"I ache all over," I continued with a frown and tried to stretch my sore body even a little against the ropes he had bound me with. Though I could only manage a weak squirm, my muscles protested against even that small amount of movement. Lance shook his head and sighed.

"Tsk tsk. And I'm hardly done with you yet," he said, feigning an air of disappointment. He reached out and ran his hand along my body, and I couldn't help but shiver as I felt him examine my curves.

"What...what do you mean?" I asked, watching Lance closely. He seemed to take a moment to appraise me, feeling the curves and contours of my body before answering.

"I mean that you've been having all this fun and I haven't cum yet," he said matter of factly, regarding me with a cool expression. "You've been having such fun, and I haven't even fucked you yet," he continued, and I felt the tips of his fingers trace back down my body, brushing over my pussy and coming to rest just below. One finger began to press against my asshole, and my eyes widened as his intentions became clear.

"It's time I took my pleasure from you, my little slut," he said, pushing into my ass. I gasped, the penetration was so intense, and from just a single finger! Seeing my reaction, Lance grinned.

"All that from so little? You're going to have to be able to take more than this if you want to please me," he said, slowly working his finger in up to the knuckle. I groaned, gritting my teeth against the feeling. I'd not done all that much experimenting with my ass, and this was already way more than had ever had penetrated me.

Lance slowly fingered me, giving me time to get used to the feeling and the stretch. At first, it was a fight to simply hold still and take it, and I squeezed my eyes shut against the intense sensations. As he kept up the penetration though, I slowly became used to the feeling. It wasn't quite pleasurable, but my body was telling me that it could be.

Then to my surprise, I felt him slip his finger out of my ass entirely. My eyes still closed, I waited for a penetration that didn't seem to be coming. But as the seconds ticked by and my ass remained unfilled, I wondered what game Lance was playing at. Cautiously, I opened my eyes, wondering what he was up to now.

Lance had moved away from the bed and was standing at the chest of toys. He'd cleaned off his hand with a rag and had then grabbed the bottle of lube. It was the same he'd used earlier to lube up the massive toys he'd shoved into my pussy. He'd selected one of the smaller dildos from the chest, and was applying a liberal amount of lube to the head and shaft of the toy.

My eyes widened. He really intended to stuff that inside me? I mean, compared to the massive toys he'd stuffed my cunt with it was almost laughably small. But to a near anal virgin, it seemed impossibly large.

Lance looked over at me and grinned when he saw my expression at the toy in his hands.

"Such anxiety over such a small toy. I wonder how you're going to feel once I fuck your ass properly then," he said, his voice low with sadistic amusement.

If I'd had the strength I would've started thrashing against my bonds again, trying to escape. But restraints had me bound securely, struggling against them would have been a pointless endeavor. I had bruises forming on my wrists and ankles from the last time I'd tried, and I wasn't eager to make them worse. Instead, I watched him, my arms and legs tense but unmoving in their restraints. Lance seemed almost disappointed that I wasn't struggling, but he said nothing.

Coming over to me with the toy and the lube, he settled himself between my legs once again. I flinched when I felt something cold and wet being applied to my entrance and he glanced up at me.

"You'll want to save that reaction for the toy," said Lance, and his gaze lowered back to what his fingers were doing in my ass. Lance started working the slippery substance into my hole with two of his fingers. They slid in much easier now, and I was able to accept the penetration with far less difficulty. Lance watched his fingers sliding in and out of me almost without blinking, seemingly mesmerized by the work of stretching me open. For my part, I was breathing deeply, trying not to clench too hard around his fingers. The sensation still felt alien to me, but as I relaxed, I started feeling pleasure along with the strangeness.

Once Lance had determined that my ass was sufficiently lubed, his fingers withdrew once more. This time, I wanted to ask him to continue. I wanted him to keep pushing his fingers into me. I opened my mouth to ask just as I felt the tip of the dildo touch against my hole. Almost automatically, I felt myself clench. Lance glanced up at my face, pausing with the toy just resting at my entrance. For a few heartbeats, we were both perfectly still. Then, as I exhaled, I felt him push the tip of the dildo into me.

My head fell back and I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt that intense stretch return. Lance was not slowly fucking the dildo in my asshole, he was shoving it in to its hilt. Inch by inch, the silicone cock slid into my hole and forced it open. The sensation forced me to moan, and if I had the wherewithal to pay attention, I would've heard Lance's soft hum of approval. Instead, it felt like my whole world and all my perceptions were focused on the feeling of the dildo sliding deeper and deeper into me.

It seemed like forever and all too soon when I felt the base of the dildo bump against the outside of my asshole. All seven inches of the toy were buried in my ass, which felt eminently full. For a long moment, the dildo remained still inside of me and I luxuriated in the sense of fullness.

Then Lance was pulling the toy out of me, and the sensation made me moan shamelessly. As it was dragged out of me, I felt my nerves light up with sensation and pleasure. It felt like a toy stroking deeply inside my pussy, but somehow richer and more intense than a toy in my pussy did.

"There's my slut," said Lance, and his voice was so low and satisfied that it might as well have been a purr. "Moaning like a whore with a cock stuffed in her ass, just as she should be."

The entirety of the dildo had been pulled out of me now, save for the tip which was resting just inside my entrance. I was panting from the sensations, and color was starting to rise in my cheeks. Again, Lance paused to glance up at my face. Seeing my lustful, desperate expression, his eyes glittered with satisfaction and avarice. Then, with no warning, he slammed the dildo hilt deep into my ass.

I nearly screamed as he started pumping the toy into my hole, pounding it into me and making me writhe from the intensity of it. The sound of the base smacking into me filled the air, and I bucked my hips in rhythm to his fucking. The pleasure set my body burning, and I was straining in my cuffs, desperately chasing the sensation of an orgasm. I didn't even notice the pain of my already bruised wrists as I jerked and spasmed against the restraints that held me to the bed.

Lance kept up the brutal pace of the toy, his gaze alternating between my stretched asshole and my flushed face. His expression was intense, concentrated, and somewhat strained. Had I been able to focus on anything other than the sensations ripping through my body, I would've seen his cock straining obscenely through his pants. Seeing my wanton behavior, Lance started slamming the toy harder and harder into me, making me gasp and cry out from the viciousness of his fucking.

Just as I approached orgasm, the toy was ripped out of me, leaving my wanton asshole clenching around nothing. I gasped as I felt the toy ripped out of my body, opening my eyes to find Lance staring down into my face. I heard the sounds of his belt unbuckling, his zipper getting jerked down and his boxers hitting the floor. I felt the tip of his slick cock pressing against my ass, and the heat of it felt like it could burn me. But he didn't slam his shaft to the hilt in me. Instead, he was grinding the very tip just against my entrance. I whimpered, the empty feeling in my ass prompting me to try and buck my hips to take him inside.

"What is it that you want, whore," demanded Lance, his voice low and rough. I moaned pathetically, frustrated with his teasing. I squirmed under him, trying to entice him into filling me up again so that I could finally cum.

Without warning, Lance slapped me across the face. It hadn't been a fully wound slap, and the shock of it made me jump more than the pain. I stared at him in wide-eyed confusion, feeling the sting radiate through my face.

"I asked you a question, slut," he hissed. His cock continued grinding against my entrance, barely pressing into me. "Tell me what you want."

I searched his face, trying to see if he was truly annoyed with me. I swallowed, my mind racing as I tried to think of what to say.

"I...I want you to fuck my ass," I said haltingly, my voice uncertain. Lance looked at me with a flat expression. My plea hadn't satisfied him.

"Please," I continued, a note of pleading now coloring my voice, turning it almost into a whine. I trembled, feeling empty, craving something, anything to fill me up so I could cum.

"Please what?" replied Lance, now massaging the tip of his cock more insistently into me. If he pressed just a little harder the head would slip in and then I wouldn't feel so achingly empty. I bit my lip against the teasing sensation. My unsatisfied lust was getting the better of me, and I felt desperation bubbling up. For a long moment, no one said anything, as he kept rocking his hips and grinding the tip hard against my hole.

The pressure finally broke my restraint, and I gave in.

"Please, Lance!" I cried, bucking hard against the restraints. Lance paused his teasing, watching my flushed and desperate face closely.

"Please fuck my ass! I need your cock inside me! Please, I'm so fucking close! I want to cum with your cock in my ass, please Lance! Please fill me up and cum inside me!" I sobbed. My body was burning, entirely consumed with the need to get my ass fucked and filled. Lance paused for a moment, reveling in how he'd reduced me to a babbling whore. His grin was triumphant and gloating. He'd broken me.

"Good little slut," he breathed and shoved the entire length of his shaft inside my ass in one thrust.

My eyes rolled back from the sensation, and I gasped from a mix of exquisite pain and pleasure. The heat and the stretch of my asshole being filled so suddenly had overwhelmed me. Lance groaned in response, pleased with the way my ass felt wrapped around him.

He began rocking his hips, giving me a few slow and shallow thrusts before he picked up the pace. The bed shook from the force of his fucking, and the restraints around my wrists and ankles pulled taut from my writhing underneath him. His hips were slamming into me, jamming his cock into me as hard as he could.

The crude sound of flesh smacking against flesh filled the air and I cried out from the brutality of the fucking. My head lolled from the sensations flooding my body, and my eyes rolled back. I was consumed by how good it felt to have him pounding into my ass and how much I wanted his cum inside me. My moans were desperate, and I found myself fighting for consciousness as Lance used my body.

"Gods, you're such a perfect little whore," Lance growled, slamming into me all the harder. "Tight and perfectly built for burying my cock in whenever I want. And in whatever hole of yours I want," he groaned, looking into my face with a mix of lust and possessiveness. He bent his head, and I felt his lips graze where my neck met my shoulder. Then I felt his teeth sink into me, and I cried out from the sharp pain in my shoulder, my moan pitching up into a scream. He bit me hard enough to bruise, and I knew I'd be wearing his teeth marks on my shoulder tomorrow.

Hearing my cry, Lance's thrusts became rougher and more erratic, and when he pulled his head back up from my shoulder, I heard his breathing catch. My ass clenched around him, and I felt my whole body was getting tighter and tighter as I got closer to orgasm. My chest heaved and my breath stuttered in my throat. The world shrank. It was only me, Lance, and the feeling of his cock pounding into me.

"Please," I gasped, struggling to form words between my whorish moans. "Please cum inside me," I begged, bucking back against his thrusts. Lance, hearing my plea, began slamming into me even more roughly. He moaned as I clenched around him, and his face tightened as he approached orgasm. Lance's hips smashed into my body, and stars exploded in front of my eyes from the force of it.

Shuddering, Lance hilted himself in my ass a final time and stayed buried inside me while his cock began to pulse. Hot cum poured into me, and as soon as I felt that, the tension in me snapped. I came with a scream.

Trembling violently under Lance, I saw everything go white around the edges of my vision as carnal pleasure blitzed my nerves to the breaking point. My body clenched rhythmically around Lance's cock, drawing another moan out of him and prompting him to try and push even more deeply into my ass as he finished filling me with cum.

Lance held himself still inside me for a moment, his body still rigid from the strength of his orgasm. Then, slowly, he withdrew his softening cock from my abused body. It slipped out with a soft, wet noise and he made a low noise of satisfaction. I went slack in my bonds, feeling at once sore, exhausted and satisfied.

Rolling out of the bed, Lance cleaned himself up briskly before returning to me. He began unbuckling the restraints, methodically freeing me one cuff at a time from my bound position on the bed. I watched him, feeling too drained to do much else besides follow him with my gaze as he worked on releasing me. Once all the restraints were off, Lance turned his attention to my face.

"Do you think you can stand?" he asked me, his voice now much softer. His expression was attentive and just a little tired. I shook my head and closed my eyes. My throat felt raw from overuse, much like the rest of me, so I opted not to speak. I just wanted to lay there and go to sleep.

"Alright," said Lance, and he bent down and gathered me into his arms before lifting me out of the bed. I couldn't help but groan; all the aches of my body were now making themselves known now that the high of my orgasm had worn off.

He carried me out of the basement and up the stairs to the main floor, before taking a turn into his bedroom. Carefully, he bent down to lay me out on his bed, making sure that he set me down without aggravating my sore body. Having done that, he walked out of the room and was absent a few moments. I opened my eyes a little, noticing that his open window revealed the night sky. I had no idea what time it was now or how much time had passed. Just that it had been dark when I arrived, and that it was still dark now.

A noise in the doorway alerted me to Lance's return. He came around to the side of the bed bearing ice packs and a water bottle. Setting the ice packs down on the nightstand next to the bed, he twisted the cap off of the water bottle before handing it to me. I sat up and took it from him, gulping down the water to quench a thirst I hadn't known was there. Lance chuckled softly in the dark.

"Easy, you'll vomit if you drink it too quickly," he said, looking faintly amused. I paused, a little annoyed, but inwardly knew he was right. I'd already downed half the water, so I set it aside on the nightstand. Lance reached to the night stand and grabbed two of the ice packs, placing them on my bruised ankles while I took another and held it to my wrist. The cold was soothing to me and I sighed with relief and laid back down.

"Thanks," I said, grateful that he'd thought ahead. Lance just nodded, glancing at the clock on the nightstand. Ten minutes had passed when Lance took the ice packs back from me and disappeared down the hall, presumably to put them in the freezer again. When he returned, I had gotten under the comforter and curled up. He looked at me, his mouth quirked ever so slightly. I refused to rise to his implied comment.

"I was cold," I replied, my voice thick with drowsiness. Lance snorted in amusement.

"That's not surprising," he said, and I rolled over to face away from him. I knew he was teasing me, but I was far too tired to respond to it. I covered my mouth and yawned; the exhaustion was starting to overcome me. I felt Lance get into bed beside me, and he pulled me to him so that I was resting inside the curve that his body made.

"Comfortable?" asked Lance, his voice nearly a murmur. I nodded before realizing dimly that he probably couldn't see that.