AN: Just a friendly reminder that if I just write this for entertainment, the goal is not to be 100% realistic. If you don’t like it, just don’t read it. Comments are welcome, but if you haven’t got anything actually constructive to say (especially considering editing these stories afterwards isn’t made very easy on this site), just move on. For the rest of you – I hope you enjoy!

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Hattie could actually say she was relieved to be wearing her chastity belt that morning, plug or not. The cool metal offered some relief against her sore clit, the overstimulation from the day before having left her aching for peace. She embraced every second that morning, knowing peace was the last thing she’d be getting that day.

The excessive amount of cum inside of her had seeped out of her regardless of the plug, her entire night having felt like laying in a puddle, making her feel sticky and by now also a little stinky. Each time she moved, turned her side or simply stretched, she got a whiff of the musky, slightly metallic small, that reminded her of yesterday’s procedure. It made her slightly queasy, but there was also this warm and fuzzy feeling inside of her. The potential of a beginning. The wondered of pregnancy had at all times frightened her, but now as she had no control over when or by whom it would happen, that was in the hands of Victor, the nurse, her users and, in a sense, faith, she was beginning to come to terms with that.

She knew this to be the mental part of trial – giving the excessive time to think and feel bored. But also feel the physical sensations – the fullness, the wetness, the dirtiness. The words the guys had said also kept coming back to her like ghosts.

“It seems someone broke the rules yesterday,” the nurse said, after she’d taken the ovulation test back from her, rolling from her toes to her heels.

Hattie didn’t dare to look straight at her, keeping her eyes down.

“Did someone give you the permission to cum?!” the woman then yelled, her deep tone being almost deafening, causing her whole body to shiver from the shock of its abruptness.

For the life of her she couldn’t remember there being a rule about that in this place. But she definitely knew that rule applied whenever she was around Victor.

“Did your Commander give you permission to cum? Answer me, slut!” the nurse demanded.

“No, ma’m,” Hattie whispered, being on the verge of crying, her tone having thoroughly jolted her. It felt like someone had changed the rules of the game overnight. Had she been seriously that horny she’d forgotten the existence of her Commander and one of his main commandments? She had never discussed the topic of being forced to cum like Hugh had with Victor – did that rule even apply in that case?

The woman slapped her cheek, leaving a flaming red mark on her face.

“Well, it’s good we have a man who appreciates discipline waiting for you today,” the woman said, pushing her chin in the air.

Hattie let out an involuntary whimper, in part as a reaction to the sting and the anticipation of more painful things to come.

“Alright, let’s go. You should know better!” the nurse added, and shoved her shoulder for her to begin walking across the hall.

The man in question was already there, and the way the contents of Hattie’s breakfast wanted to come out at the sight of him, was way worse than when it had been Derek.

Leyton was her mother’s ex-boyfriend, one that had lived with them for a couple of years when she’d been 18-19, having been late to move away from home. He hadn’t done anything – nothing beyond being a complete creep at least. But he’d most definitely had impure thoughts, Hattie had been sure about that. His little touches that lingered a little too long, the hugs had been a little too tight, and awkward situations a little too frequent to be accidental. The man had aged now – definitely – his head was still as bald, but he was never a bad looking man – it had been part of the draw for her mother at the time supposedly. He must’ve now been in his 50s, but still he towered intimidatingly, his shoulders broad, having already exposed his chest, wearing a pair of cowboy jeans.

“Well hello, Hattie-girl,” Leyton chimed, rolling the ‘r’ on ‘girl’.

Hattie’s face must’ve shown her contempt right then, and she realized she hadn’t at all paid attention as the nurse had unlocked her belt, the reality check hitting her only as the plug had been pulled out of her with an audible splash, there still having been a considerable amount of Hugh’s cum in her.

Considering she was preparing herself to actually face potentially getting pregnant by one of these guys, Derek and Hugh seemed like perfectly decent candidates. But she couldn’t think of much worse than the idea of carrying a child with Leyton’s DNA. That made her suddenly feel dizzy.

“Why such a sour face?” Leyton asked, his tone being nauseatingly sweet.

The nurse slammed the door shut behind her and Hattie found herself in the procedure room alone with the man, eating her naked body up with his eyes already.

“You still look delicious as ever,” Leyton sweet-talked her and walked up close, taking the opportunity to grope her breasts without warning.

Hattie’s hands were untied, but she was certain that freedom wasn’t gonna last by the look of the room. A couple of surfaces held bundles of rope, which spoke of the thematic of the day.

“You were always such a sweet little thing…,” he added, walking around her, his hand stroking ass gently. “Fair skinned…. Like porcelain,” he searched for words. “This going to be just like fucking Audrey Hepburn, isn’t it?” he laughed.

“Well luckily for you, mostly I am the kind of guy who appreciates a good view. So we’ll save all that for later,” he assured, and reached for the nearest bundle of rope.

He began by tying a rope around her upper body, paying special attention to her breasts. Minutes later, the red rope was tied into a diamond chest harness, leaving her chest and breast especially feeling especially tight.

Another rope was tied around her waist, and as she suspected, pulled through her crotch, pressing into her labia and clit. It was less sharp than the horse had been – there was less pressure, but still it left her willing to stay as still as feasible. Just like bondage often worked for her – this calmed her.

Her hands were tied behind her back in full length – from wrists to upper arms, shoulders pushed back. Her legs were pulled together by both ankles and thighs, making it hard to maintain her balance.

“Can’t wiggle away now, can you?” Leyton teased.

There had been a number of occasions when they’d passed each-other in a narrow hallway around her mother’s home, Leyton liking to make those moments at least a little awkward for her.

While Hattie had no trouble staying quiet the majority of the time, Leyton insisted on pulling a leather muzzle over her mouth that attached on the top of her head with a buckle, stopping her chin from moving. The best she could do now was mumble through her teeth.

Leyton fondled her tied-up body. It was like she was something for him to play with – pull on the ropes to tighten them, pinch her, grope her, at times tickle her even. He was being the bully that he was and now she was unable to do anything about it.

After a while, having in the meanwhile snapped a couple of photographs for himself to remember this by, he untied her crotch enough to spread the two lines of rope to set on the outside of her labia.

She was anticipating some type of penetration already.

“I hear you had a little too much fun yesterday,” Leyton said and tapped her overused clit. Hattie winched. That didn’t stop him from tapping her again. She squirmed again, nearly falling down, her balance being a little tricky to hold.

He held her upright, ran two of his fingers through his mouth and touched her clit again, actually giving her a hint of pleasure against all odds.

“You see – I’m not all bad. Just ask your mother,” Leyton reminded her. The wondered made Hattie sick to her stomach, images of Leyton doing something similar to her mother coming to mind.

But before he pulled his fingers away from her slit, he pinched her clit once more, painfully, slapped her bare ass with his other hand roughly and yelled.

“Bend!” Leyton ordered, and it was only then Hattie noticed the two pieces of string tied to the floor.

She could already tell the half-bent position she’d been placed in was gonna be hard to maintain.

Hattie watched the man tie a pair of nipple clamps onto the other end of those strings.

“Now, this is what I call the penalty position. It’s perfect for just letting a girl wait, it’s great for sculpting great muscles too,” Leyton explained, attaching the clamps to her nipples.

“Ah..,” Hattie whimpered, her voice barely traveling through the muzzle she was wearing.

“And it’s pretty great during fucking, pulling those nipples with each thrust,” he continued to explain and pulled on one of the nipples suddenly, causing Hattie to let out an even muffled skriek.

“You really should use your voice more, baby. It’s so pretty when you scream,” Leyton teased, and pulled on her other nipple.

He didn’t fuck her, but just watched her struggle holding the position, while eating pork rinds in front of her, occasionally stroking his cock though his jeans.

He finished the whole pack, had a beer and relieved his bladder into a nearby sink. It must’ve been at least an hour, when one of Hatties thigh muscles cramped up.

“Are you tired yet, Hattie girl?” Leyton asked, in a pitiful tone.

She didn’t reply, being unable to do so. But suddenly her knees buckled, causing her to fall to the ground.

“Did I tell you you could do that?!” Leyton screamed, pulling her up by her collar with such strength the nipple clamps were pulled off, one of them coming with a small trace of blood. It stung like hell.

Leyton maneuvered her across the room, tossing her onto the mattress she’d spent nearly the whole procedure the day before. Today, however, there were cuffs waiting for her, ready to fasten her.

The only thing she was thankful for at this moment was that she was left to lay on her stomach, not wanting her bleeding nipple to get any worse. It hurt against the mattress too, but she could picture way worse things that he could do to them.

It took him a moment to untie her arms and legs – the relief of getting blood running in her limbs causing her body to feel all warm for a second. The slow pace was letting the anticipation grow.

Leyton entrapped her wrists and ankles in cuffs, fastening her into the corners of the mattress. She could wiggle but not a lot.

The muzzle stayed on.

She expected him to just climb between her open legs and ram her with his enormous cock.

Oh, yeah – she’d gotten a glimpse of that monster back when she’d been 18. She was by now 100% convinced he’d left that bathroom door open on purpose so she would. It had looked impossibly big and veiny – it had even looked heavy. The kind that made one scared, not horny. At least at the time.

What came, however, stung rather than stretched. The long leather whip felt sharp against her skin, and of course he didn’t stop with one crack. After letting her feel each impact, one muffled whimper tuning into cries, he continued until her entire ass and back looked to his eyes beautifully stripy. He hadn’t made her bleed in more than a couple of places, but the warps were dominant over unharmed skin.

The pain was causing her the shiver, but already on several occasions she’d slipped into some alternative realm where all pain just transformed into numbness, each jolt bringing her back just for a second.

“Beautiful,” he said approvingly, commenting both on the pattern and her sobs, and ran his palm over the already aching skin.

He then surprised her by a thick blob of lube that he poured down her ass. For a second she feared he’d go for her anus. Instead of feeling his weight on the mattress, she felt a rubbery object slide down the lube filled slit, tentatively searching.

“I know you wanted to feel me already, but we can’t have you ripping, can we? Got to work you up to it,” he explained.

What pressed into her vagina the next second was by no means small. The black dildo, attached to a stick, was at least 8 inches. It’s coldness and the way he casually swooshed it in and out of her, made her feel not just a hole to be used but a piece of lifeless meat. A couple of times the man actually succeeded in hitting her inner walls at the right angle that could’ve led her towards an orgasm had he kept at it. But this was not his intention, clearly, and after about five minutes of rough-fucking her with the dildo, he switched it for an even bigger one. By now it was not about the length but the girth, making her truly feel what stretching felt like. It was definitely wider than the plug she’d been forced to wear.

“I have to say, I underestimated you, Hattie-girl. You’ve must’ve had a lot of practice? Different guy every night? Or do you only take black cock?” Leyton discussed, as he’d jammed the third dildo as deep inside of her as he could.

Hattie, unable to moan audibly, focused on breathing. She was too overwhelmed to cry at this point, feeling like her tears had run out.

“Don’t worry. I’ll give you the real stuff, no need to worry,” Leyton said, turning the huge dildo around inside of her, causing her to momentarily feel nauseous.

He then pulled the object out with one quick move, leaving her insides gaping. She felt empty.

A minute later Hattie felt his weight on the mattress, and did everything in her power to relax herself. This would hurt a lot more if she objected. And it was gonna hurt either way.

With a deep exhale, Hattie felt his monstrous cock fill every inch of her, making her feel like the entire apex of her thighs was now filled by his cock. She could feel the veins and ridges of his cock, as well as its mushroom head.

It felt as if his dick, sliding in, pushed out all the air in her lungs. She was left gasping, barely feeling like breathing through her nose sufficed.

“I don’t usually date women who haven’t had children just for this reason. But you’re doing great,” Leyton said, sounding almost supportive. But that just made this all so much more twisted.

“But then again, just think how much easier childbirth will be after me?” he laughed, deeply, holding himself inside of her, allowing her to adjust.

Hattie didn’t need to wait for him to start moving for long. Sensation of relief as he pulled out exchanged with utter fullness, feeling like she was reaching her limit. After a few slow thrusts he began to put more force to them, while still maintaining the sensation that he too was pushing in something really heavy.

Her core was so impossibly tight there was no way of fighting the building orgasm either. Each thrust against her cervix made her a little nauseous, the odd sensation mixing with pleasure and pain. His ridges rubbed right against her G-spot, and while she felt like the sensation of the stretching, the pain of it might annul it, the rubbing won, causing her body to spasms around him.

She hadn’t even had a possibility to ask for permission in this position and with the muzzle.

“Good girl,” he padded her achy ass, approvingly.

He thrust in again, and again and again, causing Hattie to feel him through the front of her abdomen wall against the mattress. Hattie hadn’t believed it to be feasible but it seemed his cock actually enlarged even more in the end. He filled her with the strongest thrust of all along with a loud groan, not holding back, whilst digging his fingers onto her abused ass cheeks.

“You’re your mother’s daughter after all,” he added, as he pulled out, leaving her gaping and a trace of sperm trailing after him.