Pets 2: Pani's Story (13 page)

Judy twisted back her head, trying to see it when she heard Papa open that white box of phallic plugs and set it on the desk, within easy reach. Her whimpers became frantic, hardly louder than breathy squeaks, but he didn’t break out the plugs and go straight to work on her.

Instead, he took her first to a whole new level of humiliation. He made her void in a bucket which he held between her legs, spanking her pussy with increasing vigor when she initially refused. It was a mortifying ordeal that he made her relive uncomfortably again and again with the application of three warm and soapy enemas. They filled her bowels, making her cramp, but the quick application of the first smallest plug kept her from expelling before Papa deigned to allow it.

Groaning, her muscles clenching but bound too tightly even to writhe, Judy was midway through the first enema before he finally touched her. A light touch, so soft that she almost didn’t notice as he stroked the folds of her trembling pussy. Still feeling the not-so-gentle slaps he’d aimed at her there, all she could do was flex, helplessly anticipating swats that did not come. Instead, he caressed the folds apart, dipping the tip of his finger into the moisture of her body as he lightly explored her sex.

Her toes stiffened against the floor and she sucked a hard breath as he rediscovered her clit.

Her reaction made him hesitate only slightly before he focused his attention there, peeling back the skin to lay the highly sensitive tip bare to his gentle touch. A shiver raced up the back of her taut legs, moving into her hips, through the unpleasant cramping of her gut and into her back on waves that felt anything but unpleasant as he circled that feminine nub endlessly, around and around.

Judy closed her eyes, but there was no escaping the sensations he was beginning to evoke.

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Her hips began to mimic the strokes of his fingers, the circles becoming longer, each pass ending in a kind of tail as the tips of his fingers swept down and back through the moistened folds.

The inner slopes of her thighs bore the strain as she fought her bonds, trying to close her legs. His hands stroked them, soothing and stilling her struggles before returning back up her splayed limbs to her bottom. He pressed the plug deeper inside her, eliciting an instant guttural groan as he rhythmically prodded it in a slow, thrusting motion. The long thickness of his finger slipped back into her body, stroking in and out in sync with the plug, a parody of lovemaking that her hips both recognized and responded to despite her horrified mind.

“Nuh,” she moaned, biting uselessly at her gag and dissolving into frantic panting whimpers as one finger became two and those slow, leisurely strokes grew harder and faster. “Uh! Uh!” His palm slapped against her pussy as he pumped in and out of her, his low deep chuckle mingling with her muffled mews and cries. She threw back her head, every muscles straining against her bonds, the heat of her womb turning molten and flowing wet and hot everywhere he touched her.

She didn’t want to cum but she could feel it building inside her, a deep distressing pleasure aggravated by each bump of his thumb or palm against the anal plug. But just as she felt the first rippling shocks of orgasm beginning to unravel within her, Papa suddenly stopped. His fingers abruptly withdrew, and then he walked away. Leaving Judy to gasp and groan, undulating helplessly bent as she was over that chair, he left the room completely.

When he returned a few minutes later, it was with a cup of coffee in one hand and the computer desk as his new destination. Judy, he ignored entirely, letting the enema continue to work its humbling magic until all she could feel was the cramping and unbearable fullness swelling her abdomen.

Eventually, he set his coffee aside to return to her side, but by then all Judy could do was whimper her gratitude. She didn’t even care when he picked that bucket up and she felt the cool sides of it press between her naked thighs. One soft grunt was all she managed when the widest part of the plug forced the tightness of her anus open and then it was nothing but relief. Horrible, humiliating, blessed relief spilling back out of her until she felt comfortable again. Or at least as comfortable as she could be, tied in the position she was.

Then he started it all over again. Another thin invasion as he slipped the nozzle back into her bottom and that warm, soapy flush began to fill her up a second time. She groaned, but it just kept coming, despite her muffled protests, until he determined that she was full enough. But her relief at feeling the nozzle withdraw was short-lived; it was immediately replaced with the next largest-sized plug.

Judy arched with a squeak when he gently forced her bottom to take it. The pang of discomfort died quickly, however, and by the time he returned with the newly-emptied bucket and freshly washed hands, all she felt was the fullness of the soapy water. She grunted, intensely disliking the sensation, but those eased quickly into moans of a wholly different nature when he resumed his position behind her. Without preamble, he parted the slippery folds of her sex and pierced her with his fingers. Three this time, filling her so full that it was almost as uncomfortable as the enema and the plug.

Slow and deep, he fucked her with his hand, filling the living room with slick, wet sucking 58

sounds and her own wanton gasps and rapid panting. Each stroke touched her in all the right places. Each bumping thrust of his hand jostled the plug in rhythmic delight, and once more Judy found herself grinding her hips against him, mewing his name around the gag, hot and aching and begging for more. It sounded like somebody else, begging and sobbing as she rocked upon his fingers.

Her plea for ‘harder’ sounded more like, “Ha’er,” but he likely wouldn’t have given it to her even if he could understand English. The minute he felt the involuntary tensing of her body as that razor’s edge of orgasm cut closer, he withdrew his touch. He gave her pussy a wet slap.

Sharp as it was, Judy would have welcomed a dozen more just like it—harder even—if only he’d just let her cum! But he didn’t, and her howl of frustration was quickly silenced when the flat of his hand rained vigorously down all over her exposed bottom.

“No,” he told her, the pain of that brief spanking almost completely eclipsed by the thrumming ecstasy that already engulfed her. Tapping at the plug, he scolded her as if to remind her how much more unpleasant he could make this if he tried.

“Do it,” Judy begged, more than willing to endure whatever pain he wished to impart. Pain was a thousand times more preferable to pleasure. She didn’t want him to make her feel good.

She wasn’t braced for that; she just couldn’t bear it, her whole body jumping when he found her clit, catching it between thumb and forefinger. Even the gentlest pinch was unbearable. Her squeals shook every bit as violently as the rest of her. The gag in her mouth tasted wet and hot; her whole body felt molten and her pussy was dripping. Creamy wetness flowed down the inner slopes of her thighs, spreading up between her buttocks and down over her mons with each pump of his fingers. He alternately smacked the swollen folds of her pussy and plucked, pinched and flicked at her clit. She jumped at the rough handling, making the chair beneath her groan with the straining of her body, but though the room sang with those cries her gag failed to block, for him to stop was the last thing she wanted.

Then he did stop, withdrawing his fingers from her body, leaving her shrieking, sobbing, aching all the way down through the smallest nerve of her and bound so tight that she could neither snap her legs together to block him nor rip so much as a single finger free to pick up where he left off.

Turning her face away when she heard him pick up that bucket again, she closed her eyes when she felt him take hold of the anal plug. If only she could close her ears as easily. Once more she helplessly emptied her bowels and then the whole humiliating ordeal began one last time. Another enema, yet another larger plug that sank into her with such a shock of discomfort that she jerked and cried out, and yet which eased at once into something that pulsatingly felt good. Moaning, she struggled to push back in her bonds, offering up her ass for him to continue where he’d just left off, but he merely took his empty cup back to the kitchen for another drink and, instead of coming back to her when he returned, headed back to his computer desk.

What he did, she couldn’t twist her head back far enough to see. All she knew was his activities no longer included her, sharpening that hum of pleasure coursing through her until all she could feel was the scalpel-sharpness of it pricking just beneath her skin.

Straining, the taut muscles jumped and shivered up the backs of her legs. She began to sweat, hot and uncomfortable, her head aching from being bent so far over for so long, and still 59

he sat at his desk, tapping at the monitor with one lazy finger, reading and drinking and completely ignoring her sniveling gasps and moans.

Judy was far, far past what she’d ever thought herself capable of bearing by the time he set his empty cup aside. While she emptied back into that bucket, he stroked her back and rubbed the side of her hip, but all trace of pleasure had abandoned her, leaving her simply exhausted and feeling sorry for herself.

“Uh!” She jolted, wincing, her toes curling so tight that she could hear the knuckles cracking when, deeming her clean enough at last, he patted her hip and promptly replaced the plug, seating it deep inside her increasingly tender bottomhole.

The pangs of discomfort kept her squirming until he returned from the bathroom. He removed her gag first before untying her from the chair. She rolled back onto her feet, straightening slowly, her arms still trapped in that sleeve and leaving her no chance at all of adjusting the way that alien plug fit inside her.

Taking hold of her braid, Papa tugged her into following him back to his desk. He sat, laying a towel from the bathroom across his lap.

“Oh.” She cringed, her bottom already tensing as he pulled her down to lie upon his thighs.

While he adjusted her, centering her hips over his lap so that the tips of her long braids found the floor and her reaching toes to the opposite side of him left it completely, she began to sniffle and then to cry. “Please don’t spank me,” she garbled through her gag. “Please.” She even called him Papa, but hurting her in that way didn’t seem to be his inclination.

He reached across the desk and pulled the white box of variously-sized anal plugs closer to where he was sitting.

She groaned when he took out the next size up, shaking her head pleadingly, “No.” She scissored her legs, trying once to roll off his lap. That got her spanked. Three sharp slaps that simultaneously nudged the false penis she currently wore deeper in time with the hardy smacks that bounced back off her clenching, bucking bottom. She fought herself to hold still after that, locking her legs stiff and straight behind her, and half wept with relief when the spanking stopped at only three. The surface of her skin stinging dreadfully, it wasn’t until she felt the invading plug being pulled back out of her that she realized he’d shifted his attention from one punishment to this even worse one.

She didn’t know which she’d rather endure: the burning slaps of his hand as he spanked flesh that was already so unbelievably tender, striped with welts that whipping with the leash had left behind, or the rounded head of this penile fixture as it nosed its way past the tightness of her dusky rim, forcing her to open far and beyond what had previously and surprisingly felt good a moment before. Judy was not a virgin, but although this plug was no larger or thicker than any past lover had been, Papa was stubbornly taking his access from the wrong entrance.

“Pani,” he warned, giving her bottom another slap when she clenched, a last ditch effort to keep him out. It was an involuntary spasm, and one that culminated with her grunting wail of distress when he simply pressed it deeper.

“Nuh!” She shook her head, teeth gritted in the gag, eyes squeezed shut against the shocks of pain as the plug forced her wider. “Nuh! Nu-ugh!” The pain sharpened suddenly, and she bucked helplessly, both hearing and feeling it when at 60

last her body accepted the passage of widest part, sucking it in and closing tight around the narrowed stem. The heat of his knuckles where he gripped the wide, flat base pressed against the swollen lips of her sex; his thumb nestled in the crack of her ass. That this was a punishment, she had no doubt in her mind. Especially not when he locked his arm around her hips, pinning her down while he slowly and deliberately fucked her with the plug. Had he not held her down, there was no way she could ever have endured this motionlessly.

She tried, gritting her teeth and alternately locking her legs together and then spreading them apart, sobbing and crying out beneath the wristy slaps of his hand as he spanked her over and over again, every time she clenched to keep him out. As if she could keep him out. As if there were anything at all that could prematurely end this before he deemed her properly penitent.

“I’m sorry!” she bawled, her face streaked with tears and at least as red as the hot and aching bottom he smacked one last time before seating the plug fully home inside her and this time leaving it there. She groaned her relief and then just cried, so grateful for it to finally be over that, when he pulled her upright on his lap, she pressed into him, resting her forehead against his shoulder to draw what comfort she could from his embrace.

The thickness of the plug made even the smallest movements uncomfortable, and so Judy held herself as still as she could while he stroked and caressed her. His hands roved from her back to her buttocks, gripping and squeezing them, prizing them apart and rocking her hips against his knee until it felt as if she were riding the plug. The tips of his fingers played across its base, rhythmically nudging it deeper as he pinched and massaged every tender spot he could find.

When he shifted his hands between her thighs, Judy started at the wetness that met his fingers. She shivered, her thighs tensing, as she closed her eyes, expecting…wanting for him to slip one…two…three, or even all his fingers into her now. Her hips twitched, eager to ride, and she almost lost her balance, toppling over backwards until he caught her.