odalisque-uk: She’s never felt like such an object. She loathed anal, and when he’d told her that he
odalisque-uk: She’s never felt like such an object. She loathed anal, and when he’d told her that he’d decided to use her arse only from now on, she’d thought - hoped - that he wasn’t serious. But he was, and carried out his threat the very next day. The pain of having her cunt sealed up was nothing to the sense of horror and humiliation she experienced at the indignity of having access to her lovely pussy and sensitive clit denied. Even through her tears she could feel it throbbing and moistening, and the knowledge that it would be a long time before she would get to cum again made her, perversely, more aroused and desperate. She told him, sobbing, how she felt, and it made him smile. “Good,” he said. “That hole becomes too much of a temptation, for you - this will be much better. For me, anyway. Your arse is for fucking, because I enjoy it. We will stretch it out, turn you into an anal whore. Won’t we?” She whimpered in response, and was still crying when, for the first of many times that, he bent her over, spat on her remaining hole, and forced his cock past the tight, clinging entrance, thrusting harder as she wailed and sobbed beneath him, hating the pain and sense of degradation yet shamefully aware of the throbbing in her redundant cunt. The next few weeks were challenging. She found herself constantly aroused, tortured by her lack of sexual relief, evidenced by the oozing of her sealed pussy, which dripped through the tiny gaps between the staples buried in her flesh. Occasionally he would let her hump her crotch against his leg, listening with satisfaction to her whines of frustration at her inability to orgasm. And, regularly, he would fuck her remaining hole, taking perverse pleasure in her persistent dislike of his anal attention. He made her wear increasingly large buttplugs on a daily basis until she started to accept his use of her as his anal-only slut, and eventually came to almost crave the sensation of her arse being tightly filled. The lack of orgasms, coupled with the persistent sensation focused in her newly discovered hole, left her feeling increasingly desperate and needy, welcoming greater use and humiliation at his hands. Finally, he told her that she had one last anal invasion to face and, if she was a good girl for him, he might consuder reopening her closed pussy and allowing her one precious orgasm. She pleaded, over and over, as her sealed cunt drooled, and a long string of pussy juice trailed down her leg. That evening, her stretched, gaping hole was forced to accept his whole hand to the wrist, and she writhed and moaned as he pushed his greased fist into her ruined arse. But he still didn’t unseal her other hole. He left it closed off, emoty and aching and unused. He told her he was having too much fun. -- source link