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Chapter Tags: [Sex Toys] [Bondage] [Vaginal Fingering] [Forced Orgasm] [Plot] [Drama]

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Sweat dripped from Gwen’s suspension-bound body. Each droplet dotted the concrete floor with a unique pattern of circular splatters, each in various stages of evaporation. Larger splashes of the blonde’s juices formed a near-constant puddle between her legs. Her breathing was ragged and labored, but she didn’t have the energy to cry out any longer. Time had no meaning anymore. Whether she had been hanging there for an hour or for five, it didn’t change the fact that the constant stimulation was exhausting.

Gwen couldn’t even remember how many times she had climaxed so far. The ever-expanding plug in her ass knew, though. Each orgasm triggered the device to inflate, tightly stretching her asshole. Slowly, it would shrink back down, only to trigger again a few moments later… if she was lucky. It was a constant dance, with two steps forward and one step back. There were times the blonde could swear the toy was going to rip her in half. She desperately clenched around it, hoping her superior strength was greater than the device but it only made everything worse. It felt so much larger when she squeezed. And when she could no longer clench around it she’d be met with the groan-inducing stretching sensation once again.

In this scenario, there was no opportunity to fall asleep. If it was just the plug in her ass she might have fared better. But the variable-speed vibrating orbs taped to her nipples and clit made sleep impossible. Through the whole ordeal, the tape at her crotch slowly peeled away due to her copious fluids. As one side came undone, it left the oscillating toy barely hanging on, still causing just enough stimulation to bring Gwen to climax every so often. If not for that bit of relief, she was certain she’d have died by now.

The extremely brief naps she took were more like punishment. She lost consciousness for no more than a few seconds before she woke up from the sudden stimulation of the vibrators, or on her own sleep-deprived accord. After enduring the torture for long enough, she was certain she was drifting into madness. As another orgasm rocked her body, she softly moaned before bursting into laughter while the plug expanded. There was no humor in this situation, though. Feeling the tightening of her stretched asshole only made the orgasm linger and expand into another. Lucky for her, the device only registered the one climax.

Gwen, with her spider senses, was normally able to hear anything in the surrounding area. But, in the soundproof play room she was limited to what was immediately on the other side of the wall. After hours of silence and her own moans and cries of passion, she was surprised to hear bare feet against the hardwood floors of the hallway. The blonde’s heart fluttered and she optimistically stared at the door. The little jingle of a hand gripping the handle made her hopes soar. Gwen couldn’t suppress her elation upon seeing the green-skinned amazon. She wore a pair or black volleyball shorts that did very little to hide the woman’s substantial bulge in the front, or her perfectly-sculpted ass. A purple sports bra with sheer, black accents covered her chest and gave just enough of a view of the green flesh beneath to draw attention.

“Sleep well?” She-Hulk asked with a smirk, knowing very-well that her pet didn’t sleep at all.

“L-like a rock,” Gwen muttered as she licked her lips, having not needed to speak since she’d been left here. At that moment, the vibrators hummed to life, causing the girl to groan as her eyes fluttered. It took every ounce of concentration to keep from cumming again. She couldn’t truly understand why she was so excitable already, but the blonde had to assume it had to do with her mistress’ presence.

The green amazon walked around her pet before making a puzzled noise. Grabbing the vibe that should have been secured to her clit, she yanked it away from Gwen’s bald pussy. “Well, it seems like there was a little defect in our setup. Any idea how long it was dangling like that, pet?”

The spider slut couldn’t help but feel like she was in trouble. She slowly shook her head. “No idea, mistress. Wh-what time is it? There’s no windows and no clock… I—” she hesitated, taking another deep breath, “I have no idea, mistress.”

“Give me your best guess,” She-Hulk shrugged as she gently caressed her hand over the girl’s exposed back.

Her mistress’ tone was so reserved and enigmatic, but the blonde knew there wasn’t a right answer for this. Either way, she still had to answer or face a punishment that was feasibly worse. “M-maybe two or three hours?” she reluctantly estimated.

“Interesting,” She-Hulk stated. Her touch moved over Gwen’s thighs, tracing along her inner thigh before her thick fingers cupped the girl’s overly-sensitive pussy. The green amazon’s digits moved up and down her pet’s pussy, coating them in the girl’s juices before her middle finger softly circled Gwen’s hard clit.

“Oh fuck,” Gwen winced and muttered, already knowing this was not going to end well for her.

“What was that, pet?” She-Hulk’s finger prodded the little bundle of nerves, pushing and caressing in a taunting fashion.

“N-nothing, mistress!” Gwen quickly corrected herself, although she knew She-Hulk had clearly heard.

“Good. Now,” she paused with a sigh of disappointment, “you understand I gave you this alone-time for a reason. You should have been ready for the next step by now, but the results may be a bit skewed. Do you know what this means?”

Gwen’s heart sank. The mere prospect of being left here again with this diabolical butt plug in her ass for another half of a day wasn’t something she wanted to consider at this point. She was hungry, dehydrated, definitely needed a nice, long shower, and would kill for a nap. “N-no,” Gwen shook her head.

There was a click and the remaining vibrators on her nipples surged to life. The pulse of the toys was constant and higher than anything she’d experienced thus far. At the same time, She-Hulk’s finger ground against Gwen’s clit, moving in fast, definitive circles around the erect bud. The blonde whined as she tried to pull away but she was in no position to escape her mistress’ hand. Gwen’s eyes flickered and every muscle of her beautiful, athletic body flexed as she climaxed. And as she came, the taper of the plug slowly inflated, further stretching the wallcrawler’s asshole while evoking a loud groan from the girl.

She-Hulk’s ministrations didn’t end, though. She kept toying with her pet’s clit while the vibrating spheres on her nipples continued to hum on high blast. Gwen’s cute, yet hoarse, moans of pleasure quickly turned to struggling grunts as she was pushed past the point of no return. Jennifer slowed down for just a moment, allowing Gwen to calm down for the most minuscule bit of relief before her finger went right back to it. The blonde’s screams of pleasure came back just as loud as before as all of her clenching and flexing resumed in vain. Primal grunts poured from Gwen’s lips as she felt another orgasm being forced upon her.

The device, as far as Gwen’s experience went, wasn’t calibrated well enough to differentiate an orgasm occurring so close to the previous one. And yet, this time was different. While she climaxed again, the plug expanded, further stretching her asshole and eliciting another cry from the girl as she was pushed to the edge.

“F-fuck! Oh god…! M-my ass…!” Gwen was nearly delirious. She didn’t even attempt to struggle, feeling like the lightest bit of movement would too much and might lead to injury.

It didn’t stop Jennifer as she continued to finger her pet’s clit, though. Once again, she paused for a brief moment to allow the girl to calm down for the briefest of moments before her attention resumed. The girl gave an exasperated groan as she tried to remain as motionless as possible. She felt the next orgasm as it quickly approached. Gwen’s eyes flickered and her mouth hung slackly open as she came again. Unlike the previous times, juices squirted from her clenching pussy, coating She-Hulk’s palm before dripping onto the floor.

The blonde came so hard that she had forgotten about the expanding plug in her ass until it grew again. She hardly had time to think about the stretching sensation in her rear as Jen’s finger still furiously toyed with her clit. Gwen’s pussy was already too sensitive, yet she was being pushed toward another orgasm. She was certain she wouldn’t survive the plug going to a fourth expansion so quickly.

“Ooh! I’m gonna die…! P-please, mistress!” Gwen begged, practically on the verge of tears.

DING!

The blonde blinked as she heard the soft, calming noise. The vibrators switched off and the smiling, green dominatrix knelt down in front of her. “Good girl,” She-Hulk comforted her pet with gentle caresses to her cheek. She lifted up Gwen’s head by the chin so she could look into her pet’s exhausted eyes. “Are you ready to complete the first step of your training and take your mistress’ big dick in the ass?”

Gwen, still as terrified as ever, blankly shook her head. “N-no, mistress. Your dick is too big…”

She-Hulk chuckled. “That’s nonsense. Your cute, little butthole is stretched as much as the toy will allow. A horse could fuck your ass and you’d be fine.” The phrase didn’t fill the blonde with much confidence, and her weary expression clearly showed that. “Fine,” Jennifer leaned forward, softly pushing her lips to Gwen’s for a gentle, loving kiss. The girl was shocked at first, but closed her eyes as she accepted her mistress’ tongue into her mouth. She-Hulk suddenly pulled away from the kiss, leaving Gwen gasping.

“The toy will slowly contract over the next hour. At that point, you’ll probably want to take a shower. And, you’ll feel a bit raw so use the healing gel in the bathroom. You don’t want to skimp on that or be shy about the application. Afterward, I guess you’ve deserved a little nap before the main event,” She-Hulk explained.

“Wh-what’s the main event?” Gwen asked.

“We’re going to throw you into a maze with a minotaur to find out if his dick will fit,” Jennifer glared, then made an expression of disbelief. “Have you already forgotten what I said? I wasn’t kidding when I said I was  going to claim your ass.”

“I, uh, don’t wanna do that,” Gwen shook her head. She still felt the stretch, despite the toy  growing smaller as time went on.

She-Hulk critically narrowed her gaze. “Are you saying that because you really don’t want to submit to me, or because you’re afraid?” Jennifer tilted her head, “Remember—you have a safe word. You can use it any time you think we’re going too far. But until then…”

Gwen slowly nodded as she thought it over. She knew denying her mistress’ wishes would disappoint the domme. She felt stupid even having to be reminded that she always had a way to stop anything she was uncomfortable with. The blonde wondered if her mistress would have stopped the stretching if she had said the phrase during the time she had been alone. Nibbling her bottom lip, she glanced away from She-Hulk and nodded again. “I understand. I’ll obey.”

The green amazon smiled and gave Gwen another soft, loving kiss. “Good girl.”

She-Hulk then proceeded to untie the girl, finally letting her stretch her cramped and aching muscles. Gwen still felt shaky as she stood there, cautiously waiting for her mistress’ next command. Hesitantly, she reached behind her and felt the base of the plug. It was hard to believe just how wide it had grown as she felt over the diameter of it. Cautiously gripping the edges of the thing, she gave it a little tug, quickly realizing it wasn’t going anywhere.

“Are you that anxious to get your ass full of cum?” She-Hulk commented.

Gwen blushed with surprise as she turned to her mistress. “N-no. I just wanted to…”

“I’m just kidding,” Jennifer winked. “And, aren’t you at least thirsty? What are you still doing here? I have to clean up here since it smells like a gym. Maybe I’ll light a candle while I’m at it…” she trailed off, scrunching her nose as she turned her attention to the damp concrete in the center of the room.

The blonde sluggishly made her way down the hall and into the kitchen to have some water at her mistress’ suggestion. She had to admit that this whole sexual experimentation thing was far more involved than she thought it would be. Gwen had always just assumed it was like porn or dirty novels where people just… hooked up and had sex! Jennifer had already opened the girl’s eyes to so many details she’d never considered before. For one, taking the giantess’ massive dick in her ass was a slow process of gradually stretching and acclimating her. Gwen was certainly nervous about what was to come, but she trusted She-Hulk. She had a feeling her mistress would never let things get too out of hand... even if she failed to use the safe word.

The blonde’s mind wandered to the etiquette and decorum she still needed to learn for the party. She honestly didn’t look forward to any of it. Already, her head was filled with thoughts of an elaborate ballroom full of masters and mistresses, all clad in tight leather. Their pets would be at their sides, on their hands and knees with ball-gags in their mouths and leashes around their necks as the owners made smalltalk amongst one another… as if none of the spectacle was out of the ordinary. The pets would be traded amongst the owners and made to perform like some kind of perverted talent show…

As more dirty thoughts assailed her, she couldn’t help but be reminded of the giant plug slowly shrinking in her ass. The smaller it became, the more she realized just how sore she was. Reaching behind herself again, she curiously tugged on the base and winced, feeling the strain of the overly large toy keeping it firmly planted in her butt. Even as she stood alone in the kitchen, she had to fight the urge to play with herself. The blonde knew if she started to masturbate then she wouldn’t stop until she climaxed, and the device would expand to the maximum size once more.

Gwen let out a frustrated groan as she leaned against the kitchen island. She narrowed her eyes as she looked around the lavish apartment. In the blonde’s dimension, She-Hulk was a lawyer. It made sense that the woman would have enough money to have such an elaborate and luxurious home. This version of the green amazon was a dominatrix, though. Did they really make that much money? And if so, when did Jennifer ever have time to work? She hadn’t seen her leave the house so far—in fact, neither of them had. Gwen suddenly had so many questions. Was she expected to pay Jennifer for her services? As far as the blonde knew, she was the only pet her mistress had been with for the last week.  She suddenly felt very sick to her stomach as she pondered the possibilities.

She-Hulk stepped around the corner with a smile on her face, obviously excited about finally claiming Gwen completely. Her expression quickly turned to apprehension as she looked the blonde over. “Hey,” the green amazon arched a brow, “is everything okay?”

Gwen nodded, quickly taking another sip of water just to buy herself a little more time as she tried to think of a way to ask her question.

“You look very concerned. Don’t worry,” She-Hulk stepped around the island and gently hugged her pet, “I promise it won’t be that bad. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dying to cum in your ass, but this is about your pleasure, too. I always make sure my playthings have a good time. Trust me.”

Gwen was awkwardly silent for a moment, but finally mustered the courage to speak. “Why are you doing this?”

“Cause I enjoy it?” She-Hulk arched a brow. “What are we even talking about?”

“Like,” Gwen paused again, “All of this. I accidentally wind up in your house and now I’m your pet? That doesn’t make sense. A-and… your place! It’s fancy!”

“Thank you?” Jennifer blinked at the oddly phrased compliment.

“You have a HOUSE in Manhattan! You’re not a lawyer. I… I don’t mean to be rude, but it just doesn’t add up.” Gwen narrowed her eyes with accusation at her mistress. “Is this some kind of scam? Is this some kind of pyramid scheme? Or a cult?”

She-Hulk blinked, certainly not expecting this line of conversation at all. “Okay! Hold on. Where the fuck is this coming from? Just a second ago we were good, and now you’re going all sorts of conspiracy theorist on me. And, I’m an extremely lenient domme in private, but you’re throwing a lot of the rules out the window right now. You can NOT do shit like this at the party—understand?”

Gwen quickly shook her head. “I want answers before we keep going with this. I’ll admit, maybe I was a bit hasty agreeing to whatever this is, but I need to know what I’m getting into. Why are you taking so much time training me? Is this some kind of superhero sex-trafficking thing?”

“Jesus,” She-Hulk blinked with disbelief. “No. What in the literal fuck is going on in your dimension? I don’t want to sound rude, but you’ve lived in my house for a week and never thought to ask these questions before now? If those are legitimate fears of yours, then why didn’t you ask sooner…?” The giantess looked confused as she eyed the blonde.

“Exactly! I’ve lived here for a week, so am I expected to pay for your services? I can’t afford it, so the joke’s on you!” Gwen stated.

There was a sudden and harsh slap to the girl’s face as She-Hulk glared at her. “You’re getting out of hand, pet. We already covered this. I am NOT a whore. I’m your mistress. I’ve taken you on as my personal project because I saw potential in your curiosity. I have to say, I’m kind of regretting that at the moment. If was going to charge you to be my pet, I think I would have stated that at the very beginning and maybe drawn up a contract of some sort…”

Gwen held her glowing cheek as her gaze wandered downward in shame. She couldn’t believe she had let her paranoia get the best of her all of a sudden. And worst of all, she hated the idea that she might have ruined the evening’s plans. “I’m sorry, mistress,” she timidly said. “I’m.. I’m just really tired…”

“Position seven,” She-Hulk coldly stated as she pointed to a nearby wall.

The blonde gently nodded as she approached, placing her hands against the wall and arching her back while her legs were a little wider than a shoulder-width apart. The plug was visible between her parted cheeks, even though it had already shrunk a considerable amount by now. It still wasn’t small enough for the girl to comfortably remove it, though.

“And I want you to stay in that position until you can remove the plug without using your hands. Understood?” the green amazon didn’t wait for her pet to respond before returning to her business.

Gwen stared at the textured paint in front of her as she flexed her rear, feeling the pressure against her rear and knowing it would be a while before the plug could be removed without assistance. Nibbling her bottom lip, she glanced over her shoulder to watch her mistress.

“Eyes forward, slut,” She-Hulk commanded, shooting a rather intense glare in her pet’s direction. “And don’t move. I’m still not sure if your little outburst deserves punishment or not…”

The blonde quickly looked forward again, pressing her forehead against the wall. Already, her body ached due to the previous bondage and lack of stretching. Softly whining, she flexed in a failed attempt to dislodge the plug. She closed her eyes. With her ass as sore as it was, Gwen would have to endure this position for quite a while as her muscles ached and her stomach growled with hunger… all while wondering if her She-Hulk might decide to end their relationship.

“Yes, mistress,” she despondently whispered.


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