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TO CALL IT FILLER WOULD BE RUDE

by Nasthybeth

 So, I’ve been struggling pathetically to finish any proper stories, so I thought I might be able to fob some of you off with logs from some of the ‘sexy’ online roleplaying I’ve been doing recently. 'Enjoy’!

P sits on the bed, legs crossed. “I don’t have enough time to clean up between all the crazy sex I have,” she explains. “Hmm…I’ve 'had’ you, but I don’t think you belong to me.”

Bethan toys with the condom, weighing the weighty load in her palm as the fingers of her other hand pinch the rolled opening. She shrugs. “True dat! Still, as apartments go around here, at least, I think yours has a certain sort of class."P grins "Well, it’s also above a bar. I never have to take a cab home after last call.” She kicks her feet gently, idle. “Because mine doesn’t have a rift to another dimension in it?”

“There’s that.” Bethan agrees, tying off the neck of the condom. “Anyone would think you were saving all theseon purpose.” With a flick of her wrist she chucks it in P’s general direction.

P catches it, briefly wondering who helped her fill that particular one. “Maybe I did just to bother you?” She teases. “You jealous? Or maybe you want to help me fill one yourself?” She grins playfully. “Ah, who am I kidding, you’re Miss Bareback over there.”

Bethan raises an eyebrow. “Who me? I think you’ll find I actually kind of like the idea of having an apartment full of water-balloons brimming with weeks-old jism!” She giggles. “If you want to add to your collection, I would be more than happy to oblige.”

P frowns a little “Hey, I don’t clean up /that/ rarely!” She goes into her side table - also a mess - and retrieves a box of the things, pulling one out. 'XXL, Studded for her pleasure’. She offers it to Bethan. “Well, you can always invite me over to your place for sex, use a condom, and then save it if you want to start a collection of your own.”

“Thanks, I think.” She tears open the foil, letting it drop into the accumulated detritus, and inspects the circle of lumpy, black, latex. “I might even be willing to help you get rid of some the backlog you have lying around here.” She winks. “Now, sit yourself down, and let’s get you rubbered up.”

P unzips those jeans and wriggles them off. The now-familiar shaft of her cock rests comfortably against her thighs, currently pretty much flaccid. She spreads her legs a little, letting it dangle, and sticks out her tongue playfully, showing Bethan her tongue stud. “Sick,” P says, as if that’s a bad thing, and playfully flips the bird.

Bethan nods. “Yeeeeeah.” Spreading P’s knees, she kneels, taking the weight of her fuck-meat in one hand, whilst still carefully pinching the condom in the other. “This won’t do…” She frowns, awkwardly trying to pump the heavy flesh-log one handed. “Do we need to stick some of this vast porn collection on, or something?”

P raises an eyebrow, looking down at her friend. “It’s not nearly as vast as yours. I’ve got like, Butt Sluts Go Nuts volume 3 and Herms Gone Wild and that’s it.” She shrugs. “Why don’t YOU do something sexy to get me hard?” She suggests. Now there’s a novel idea!

“Oh, I love Butt Sluts Go Nuts! Volume eight is the best, though.” Bethan sucks her lip for a moment. “Hmm… Okay. Hold on to this for me.” She delicately balances the condom on P’s knee, before standing up. Unzipping her skirt, she shimmies out of it, and her navy blue panties soon follow. Wasting a moment trying to find a space to put them, she finally just dumps them atop the junk on the side table. With her back to P she kneels again, bending over the heap of magazines on the coffee table. Shuffling her knees apart until her boobs are squashed against the pile of glossy paper, she reaches back and experimentally sticks an index finger into her asshole. “Is this helping?”

P grins and watches the show. Bethan can see it’s working by the way P’s organ swells and stiffens. “Not bad. And here I was thinking that the only way you knew how to turn people on was to show them your kinky porn stuff.” She jerks her half-stiffy slowly, matching pace with Bethan’s finger as if imagining she’s fucking her friend’s ass right now.

Bethan giggles. “Isn’t this pretty much the same thing?” Withdrawing her finger, she promptly sticks it in her mouth. Hacking and gagging noises follow, as she attempts to slather her whole hand with spit, before returning it to her anus, this time with a second finger poked in beside the first. “Hey, I don’t suppose you’d happen to have any lube buried somewhere around here, would you?”

P says “Well, the condom is lubricated,” indicating the latex object balanced on her thigh. But that’s not exactly what Bethan is after. She rummages around in her side table again. “Aha, mineral oil, for unsticking those stubborn assholes.” She grabs the condom and lube and steps over to where Bethan is bent over, making sure to playfully whack those asscheeks with her growing erection as she delivers them both.

Bethan’s squeak accompanies the wet smack of cock on oily buttock, as P pours oil all over her ass. The stream welling around her fingers quickly finds its way inside, and she almost immediately adds a third digit, sighing at the ease with which it slides in. Moments later, she sniffs. “Is that *engine oil*!?” Giving P a frown over her shoulder. “I’m not sure that’s going to be safe with condoms, is it?”

P raises an eyebrow again “I said Mineral oil, hon. It’s like baby oil without the perfume. Why would I put engine grease in your asshole?” Although that’d be kinky, it’s probably not healthy. Also pretty gross. “Do you wanna put this thing on me?” She offers, as an opportunity for extra sexy. “Or, I could just slip it on and cram myself into that ass that you’re preparing so nicely for me.”

“I wanna… Try something. Give me the condom.” Withdrawing her fingers from her ass, leaving it oily and gaping slightly upon their exit, Bethan takes the condom, and with one fingers poked into its teat, carefully pokes the tip into her waiting anus. Gingerly removing her finger, the rubber remains in place, a black circle between her spread white cheeks.

P grins as she gets what Bethan is attempting. She positions herself within that circle and slides in, filling the condom and Bethan simultaneously. Of course, she didn’t get any smaller since the last time they met, either, so it’s still a little bit of work to get her huge member inside. She wiggles her hips side to side and pulls on the porn-addict’s hips to make it easier.

“Uuurgh!” Bethan buries her face in the pile of magazines. Despite her finger fucking, it’s still a shock to feel P’s thick dick forcing her sphincter open, and being plunged inside, the oil which has pooled in her rectum squirting out around it and dripping down her belly. “Did it work?” She finally reaches back, fingers fumbling around her stretched hole for the rolled lip of the condom. “Or am I going to be fishing that thing out of my guts, later?”

P hmms, pulling back out again. The condom sticks to her unlubricated flesh easily enough, coming back out with her. “Nope, I think it’s fine,” She says, plunging back in. “I think you’d like it if you had to, though,” She teases, knowing how much Bethan likes 'the butt stuff’. She thrusts slow, so that they can talk, and Bethan can get her insides fully un-knotted for that thick shaft of hers.

“I would not!” Bethan peers back over her shoulder, just to make sure she can see the dark sheath around P’s cock as it slides out. Her lips twist into a grin. “Well, maybe I would, but only if I had someone to help.” Breathing deeply, she goes through her usual routine of trying to relax, and twisting her body a little, so P can penetrate her colon comfortably. The oil really helps, and soon the press of hip-bones against her buttocks tells her that she’s being ploughed right to the hilt.

P isn’t exactly gentle, but then she’s not going out of her way to hurt Bethan either as she starts to thrust, giving it to Bethan deep and slow. “Mmf, fuck, top three asses of all time right here,” She compliments, that experienced sphincter driving her wild. “Ooh, when I’m done, I could just pull out and fuck your pussy,” She suggests. It wouldn’t even be gross, since she wouldn’t have the condom on.

“Heey! Only top three!? What the fuck!?” Bethan closes her eyes for a moment, concentrating on dealing with the fucking her bowels are taking. “You’d better hope I never find out who number one and two are, because I guarantee those asses would *never* be the same after I got done with them."P grunts as she violates Bethan’s behind, a little harder now, but no less deep. "Who says you’re number…nfff…three?” She asks. “I just haven’t had a side-by-side comparison to determine who’s the best yet.” The jealousy is pretty cute though, it’s nice that Bethan takes pride in her… well, work. “Christ, Bethy, your ass is amazing.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll give you your 'side-by-side comparison’!” Bracing her palms against copies of Butt Slutz Go Nutz and Country Gardens Magazine, Bethan slams herself back against P’s thighs, impaling herself with all her might. “Come on! Fuck me like you mean it!”

P oofs as Bethan actively pushes back against her, but, if she says she can take it… She groans pleasurably and grips Bethan’s hips, slamming her own forward as though she were fucking a pussy instead. Nothing held back, no admissions for the fact that it might get sore from a rough pounding, just pure, raw fucking. Her hips make nasty wet slaps against Bethan’s butt as she rails the girl as hard as she can. “Guhh…Bethy, wait” She manages to say before being overtaken with orgasm, her body spasming as she fills that condom with hot spunk to the point where it swells inside of Bethan, making her feel even more full than before.

Bethan shrieks with delight when she feels the tip of the condom ballooning, deep within her guts, as P continues to drain her balls inside her. Face flushed and panting from the hard ride, she still manages a grin. “Damn, I love safe sex!”

P pants for a bit, holding still until she’s done filling up that condom. “Mmh, did I convert you?” P asks, giving her a few more thrusts which just stirs the cum up a bit. “For comparison, here’s without protection.” As promised, she pulls out, leaving the condom inside with a 'snap’ of taut latex. Then, she slips her oversized member into Bethan’s exposed pussy, still not exactly being gentle.

“Uuurrk!” Bethan claws at the edge of the table as P abruptly fills her pussy with her still rock hard, cum-slick, rod. Reaching between her legs, her fingers trace the bulge of the fat cock beneath her the skin of her belly. Squeeze from within, a little cum bubbles from the trailing neck of the condom hanging from her ravaged ass hole. “Better tie that off.”

P does so, slowly thrusting into Bethan to keep her busy while she ties a little knot in the condom, pulling it slowly out. “How’s that?” she asks, showing the inflated condom to Bethan before setting it aside. She’s much more 'standard’ when it comes to fucking Bethan’s pussy, taking pleasure in the fact that she can fill her all the way up. When she thrusts deeply, the head of her cock kisses the porn-shop worker’s cervix, bottoming out.

Bethan grunts, stars of pain flashing behind her eyes as P bumps her cervix. “Ow!” She blinks at the pendular sack of spunk, watching it wobble as P tosses it aside. “So much!” The oily rim of her anus gapes between her buttocks. “Feels weird to get fucked in the ass, and *not* be left with a load of cum inside me, though.”

P doesn’t do it TOO often, of course. She still wants Bethan to get off, after all. “Well then, maybe I should remedy that?” Now that Bethan’s back hole is clear, she pulls out yet again, to slide into that well-lubricated colon. Now it’s got oil, pussy juices, and the lubricant on the condom, making for a nicely slick fit. “Oooh, do that thing where you got mad at me, again,” She requests - It /did/ seem to get her to blow a load in short order, after all.

Bethan bites her lip, shifting her body again to make way for P’s sudden lane-change. “Oh, you don’t have to produce a new batch, just for *me*!” Her eyes dart to the various filled condoms around the room. “I mean, I just thought I could help you get rid of some of those, if you want?” Her insides give the intruding dick an encouraging squeeze.

P hmms “Well, it’s not like there’s a shortage going on,” She explains, grinding her hips in a circle to stir up Bethan’s insides nicely. “But it’s still best when it’s fresh.” Seems she’s intent on giving Bethan the full experience all over again, her very own side-by-side comparison so to speak. “Besides, you’re acting like I don’t /like/ doing it.”

Bethan shrugs her shoulders. “That’s very true.” The filthy grin still tugs at one corner of her mouth. “But hang on, I just want to try something. Pull out for a moment.” Grasping the discarded, tied-off, condom of still warm spunk, as the dick is removed from her gaping butt, Bethan clumsily presses the whole thing back inside her rear hole. Fingers poking the last awkward fold of rubber inside, she gives a wink. “Okay, try that.”

P oohs “You want me to fuck that thing into you?” She raises an eyebrow and grins “I knew you were a dirty girl, but damn!” She obliges eagerly, pushing the filled condom in deeper with every thrust, like an old-timey artillerist loading a cannon. Surely with this method neither one of them will be able to reach it with their fingers…but then that’s probably what Bethan is banking on.

Bethan nods. “Mmm-hmmm!” She arches her back, eyes closed, luxuriating in the thrill of having the cum-balloon packed deeper and deeper into her insides with each thrust. “This is almost definitely - Urgh! - require a visit to the - ah - doctor, but you know; hashtag yolo and all that.”

P is from the eighties. Actually she has no idea what a hashtag is. That doesn’t stop her from fucking the pretty porn-store employee into her coffee table though, knocking glossy magazines off now and again with the force of her thrusting. Soon enough she groans in bliss and shoots another load into Bethan, splattering the outside of the filled condom as well as making that nice warm 'I was just cummed inside’ feeling deep in Bethan’s belly. P pants hard, catching her breath, though she stays buried in that amazing ass, giving it a playful little smack.

Bethan wriggles her butt appreciatively against P’s belly. “Mmmm… Now that’s what I’m talking about.” She squeezes her (somewhat fuck-numbed) butt, milking the last drops from the cock within. She gazes somewhat wistfully at the remaining condoms littered about the place. “Sure I can’t take the rest of your collection off your hands, too?”

P sits back, catching her breath “Some of them might be a little old and dry, but it’s not like i’m keeping them for any reason, you weird-o slut,” She grins and sticks out her tongue, showing that tongue piercing again. “You going to put them up your ass too, like you’re smuggling cocaine?” She asks. OF course, that’d mean she’ll need to 'help’ with that, which she’s not opposed to in the least.

Bethan bites her lip, blushing slightly. She can feel the double load of spunk sloshing inside her well-ploughed colon. “Well… There’s kind of a lot.” Hey eyes search around, but she quickly loses count amongst the mess. “But maybe we can start with a few, and find out how many are going to fit up there?”

P doesn’t believe she’s ever seen Bethan blush before, and the sight of it makes her smile. “OK then. I’ll be the doctor, you be the patient. Bend over something,” She instructs, grabbing a few spent condoms from here and there. Those that haven’t been tied off she ignores, but the sealed ones still have liquid inside at least. Collected all in one place she’s got about a half dozen 'good’ ones and the rest are just gathered up to be thrown away.

Bethan repositions herself on the coffee table, moving magazines around until she’s something near comfortable. Reaching back with both hands, she pulls her buttocks apart, well-worked butthole stretching open obscenely between them. Even with the light shining in, no sign of the black condom is visible within. She swallows, “Okay, 'doctor’. Ready when you are.”

P starts feeding in spent condoms one by one, pushing them with her fingers until they’re swallowed up inside of Bethan. “It’s kind of a shame that I can’t remember who I made these with,” She frowns, then mounts up again to push them in deeper with her cock. It’s most difficult at the start, since all six are bunched up shallowly, but soon enough, Bethan’s got a whole line of filled balloons of sperm like a string of anal beads. She pulls out and pats Bethan’s rump when she’s done. “Well, how do you feel?” She asks, giggling as she’s still pretending to be a doctor

“Like a garbage can!” Bethan pants, still squirming from the sheer depth to which P was able to pound the wadded up rubbers. The combined weight of all that spunk weighs heavily in her tummy. “No sense in *not* using me like one now, I guess.” She grabs a handful of somewhat crusty condoms from the discarded pile, and crams them into her rectum through an anal opening that isn’t even trying to close anymore. “I feel so nasty. I can’t wait to spend all day at work tomorrow with condoms hanging out of my butt.”

P hugs Bethan and rubs her tummy. “You are one filthy girl, you know that?” She asks, not even complaining. “Are you gonna drop by tomorrow, then, so we can get them out of you?” She asks.

Bethan carefully straightens up. “I’d like that!” Grabbing her panties, she slips them on, the fabric instantly soaking with the combined mess of juices and oil between her legs.ooc I won’t actually be on again at this sort of time until Friday. I might pop on earlier tomorrow, though.

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Hope have her ass wrecked (prolapse!)

“Great.” Hope glanced at the pick-up address, a familiar client, and tucked it into the pocket of her cargo shorts. “I hate the feeling we’re helping someone out with something sleazy,” her lips twisted into a smile and she shot him a wink, “but I’ve got rent to pay.”

Hoisting her huge, bright-yellow, messenger bag over her shoulder, she deftly grabbed her bike and wheeled it out through the door of the small lock-up unit which served as home-base for Go2Couriers. Mounting without breaking her stride, she pedalled out across the concrete yard, filtering into the trunk road traffic as if dodging between cars was the most natural thing in the world.

The early-afternoon sun felt good on her bare shoulders and the caffeine buzz began to hit as her muscles started to work, pushing her between the lanes of slow moving traffic towards the glass and steel skyscrapers of downtown. As she rode, Hope mused, for the millionth time, that the students who did messenger work during their summer break didn’t really appreciate the sunshine. She’d been doing this job for four years, year-in year-out, taking the rough with the smooth, and seeing the best and worst of all seasons. Sure, it was hot today, but it beat the hell out of skidding over packed ice while being blinded by a blizzard. The strap of her bag was chafing her neck, but at least she got to work outside in shorts and a tank-top, instead of being cooped up in a crappy office, with a bunch of other sweaty people.

Hopping the curb, she swung across a wide paved area, more wary of stray pedestrians than she had been of the vehicles on the road, before skidding to a halt in front of her pick-up. The company frequently used bike messengers, and had obligingly seen fit to install bicycle racks right outside their revolving doors. Hope undid the heavy chain from around her waist, wrapping it over and over around her bike in a practised motion, before snapping the padlock shut. Tugging the job sheet and her ID lanyard from her pocket, still breathing hard, she headed for the door. 

***

Kenji walked to the door, opening it when he heard her walking up. “Hello again, Hope. You’re looking nice. Come on in.” he said, opening the door for her. He said, “You can sit on the couch. I’m going to finish making myself some food. Want some?” he asked, locking the door behind her. 

He lead her through his house, in the middle of being remodelled, and waved to the couch in the living room. “You can wait there if you want. I wanted to talk with you before I gave you the 'package’.” he said, grabbing a bottle of wine from a shelf he passed and setting it on the table in front of the couch. “You can have some of that while you wait too.” he told her, before heading to the kitchen.

***

“Package, huh?” Hope shot him a smirk, flopping down on the couch. Suddenly out of the breeze, she suddenly felt the heat, sweat beading on her skin. Reaching out, she grabbed the bottle and undid the screw-cap, before taking a swig without waiting for a glass.

“So, what did you want to 'talk’ to me about?” She called out into the kitchen.

***

He came back out a few moments later, some cooked meat and pasta on two plates. He sat it down in front of her, before setting one down for him. He sat down next to her, and smirked. “Ah, just wanted to… play with you again.” he said, reaching down under her as she sat on the couch cushion and dug his finger against her clothed ass. “You haven’t come by since I began remodelling my house, and I got anxious to have fun with you again.” He smiled.

***

No sooner had he set the plate down before her, Hope had it in one hand, shovelling forkfuls of pasta into her mouth with the other. In her line of work, you took any and every opportunity to 'refuel’.

“So,” she gulped down  a mouthful. “You called my work to set up a lunch date with me? We’re a courier, not an escort service, you know?” Despite her tone, she did nothing to dislodge his fingers from groping the crack of her ass through her shorts.

Setting down her half-empty plate, she turned to face him. “Seriously, though, after last time I let you 'play’ with my ass, I couldn’t work for two days… And if I don’t go to work, I don’t get paid.” She gave him an apologetic shrug. “So, I thought it best if I let things drop between us.” 

***

“What, you’re saying you didn’t enjoy it? Hell, I am paying you anyways to come here, I could pay extra for the days you have off. I have enough money.” he told her, digging his fingers in deeper, even slightly pushing the fabric of her shorts and underwear into her asshole. “I even got a few new toys to play with. You don’t want to give them a try, Hope?” he asked, grinning. He then proceeded to calmly start eating his own food with his free hand, still fingering her ass. “I enjoy our play time a lot, I just figured we could do some more. Is it that much of a problem?” he asked, taking the bottle she drank from, taking a swig himself, as he reaching into her shorts to finger her ass with less resistance.

***

“Oh, I enjoyed it!” Hope leant forward, allowing his probing fingers better access to her hole, while she ravenously finished the rest of her pasta. “In fact, I think I enjoyed it a little too much; that sort of 'fun’ is dangerous! Last time I could barely walk. What if we get carried away, and I end up in hospital,” she wiped her mouth on the back of her gloved hand, “or worse?”

Hope’s radio suddenly crackled into life inside her bag. “…TA on that pick-up, Hope? …should be… by now!”

Rolling her eyes, she drew his hand out of her shorts before standing up and grabbing the handset. “Yeah, I’m on route, control.” Turning to Kenji with a wink, she added, “Looks like this one’s going to take longer than usual, so better make it my last job for today.”

***

He grinned, “Great! And who cares about the hospital. You enjoy the thought of completely destroying your ass, don’t you? prolapse it until you are dragging it across the ground as you walk, completely unable to control your bowels anymore.” he taunted leaning back around the couch and grabbing another bottle of wine. “Why don’t we start with something a little… tame, I suppose.” he said, setting the large bottle down and popping open the cap. “This shouldn’t be too bad to start with, compared to what you’re used too.”

***

Hope’s cheeks reddened as he described the things they had talked about so often before. “Stop it!” She bit her lip for a moment, eyeing the open bottle of wine on the low table.

“Okay.” She kicked off her shoes. “I guess I’d better just accept that 'stuff’ is going to happen tonight.” Stepping out of her shorts, she shimmied her panties off over her hips, and tucked them into her bag. “But nothing too crazy!” Giving him a stern look, she stood astride the table, bending her knees until the pucker of her anus touched the rim of he bottle. With a deep breath, and a wince, she lowered herself, thighs straining, an inch of the cold bottleneck disappearing into her rear. “And if I have to take more time off… Or pay a doctor to fix my butt… You’re paying the bill!”

***

Kenji chuckled. “No promises about how crazy it will get. Like I told you, I bought a few toys to have fun with.” he told her, but nodded towards her second demand. “Sure, I’ll pay for your time off. Not quite sure I’ll pay to fix you though, at least until I’m in the mood to ruin you again.” he said, grinning, as he reached forward, placing a hand on her hips, slowly pushing her further onto the bottle. “Now, keep up the good work, this is quite a show for me whenever we do this.” he smirked.

***

Hope stuck her tongue out at him. “Well, in that case, if you want me to stick around so you can play with my broken butt, I’m charging you a day rate!” Her lips cracked into a smile, “but if it’s a show you want, let me give you a better view.”

Awkwardly, she tiptoed around until she had her back to him, the base of the bottle rocking and rattling against the table as she did so. Relaxing her muscles a little, she began to slide smoothly down the tapering glass, her butt accepting about a third of the bottle, until the neck began to swell dramatically near the middle. “Ah!” Her sphincter stung, protesting the swelling intrusion. “How’s that? Good view?” 

***

He smiled. “The view’s wonderful, Hope. I can’t wait to see more.” he assured her, enjoying the sight immensely. He stared, seeing how she stretched around the bottle, before getting an idea. He reached forward to suddenly slide a finger through her sphincter, hooking and tugging it slightly to keep her in place, before kicking the table forward, knocking her feet from under her. He watched as gravity took over, in order to shove her down hard onto the bottle with the full force of her weight.

***

“Fuuuuck!” Hope yelled, taken by surprise, losing her balance. Flailing her arms to try and stay upright, her ass muscles clenched in an attempt to prevent to inevitable, to no avail. Her spread buttocks plunged downwards, hitting the table with a thump. As all but a couple of centimetres of the wine bottle suddenly filled her rectum, Hope’s anus went from being 'tight’ to 'crushingly constricting’ around his fingers, her weight squashing his hand against the table. Gasping in pain, she glared over her shoulder. “I thought you said this was going to be fucking tame!?”

***

He shrugged. “It started tame. Or if you don’t accept that answer, 'I lied’.” he told her, smiling, before he stood up, walking around the table, his finger still hooked in her ass, and yanked her over the table with it, forcing her onto the ground on all fours as his finger hauled her ass into the air. He smiled, hearing the 'glug glug’ sound of the wine pouring into her ass from the open bottle. He pulled his finger out of her as the wine continued draining into her, and placed his palm on the bottom of the bottle, and gave a shove, attempting to push it fully into her.

***

“Uuph!” Hope tried to spit her hair out of her mouth as her face was unceremoniously pressed into the carpet. She shuddered, feeling a rumbling in her tummy as the chilled liquid gushed into her colon. “Why do I get the feeling that I won’t be riding my bike home?” She shifted around, trying to get more comfortable, spreading her knees further apart.

As Kenji’s palm applied pressure to the base, the bottle bottle slid deeper inside, albeit with strong resistance from the flesh it was displacing. Slowly but surely, the bottom disappeared through the gaping ring of her abused hole, still clearly visible, but technically fully inside. Hope grimaced. “I hope you have a good plan for how you’re going to get that out!”

***

He chuckled, “Who said you were going home tonight? I plan to have a lot of fun with you,” he grinned. He enjoyed the sight of her hole trying desperately to close around the bottle. “And I don’t really have a plan, other than see if you could push it out yourself. But not yet, of course.” he told her, grinning wider as, out of her sight, he grabbed the empty bottle they drank from earlier, and placed the base of that bottle against the poor hole, gripping the neck of the bottle and shoving it into her, pushing the first one in deeper. 

***

“Ah, what the fuck!? Really!?” Hope craned her neck, watching him brandishing the second wine bottle. The bases of the two bottles made a fragile clinking sound as they met, the second one easily socketing into her gaping butt behind the first. Despite his efforts to pack it in with some force, the first bottle seemed reluctant to move any deeper. Hope groaned, gritting her teeth, obviously in great discomfort. “I think that’s as deep as it’ll go. What’re you trying to do? Destroy me? …Already?”

***

He sighed, rolling his eyes. “I really am fine with destroying you right now, but I suppose it wouldn’t be as fun. Fine.” he said, dropping the second bottle and reaching down, grabbing Hope’s hand and pulling her up to her feet, as the wine continued to swish around within her. “Alright. let’s go to where I have all the new things,” he told her, pulling her after him with the first bottle still shoved inside of her. He pointed to the unfinished staircase, “I want to try that with you one of these days, maybe even today. But first…” he said, opening the door to a room, and revealing a lot of various things that he thought would be fun to shove into her. “Go ahead. Pick your poison.” he told her.

***

Awkwardly waddling after him, the bottle making it hard to move her hips properly, the wine heavy in her guts, Hope gazed in something akin to awe at the collection filling the room. “Wow!” She raised an eyebrow. “You really have been buying 'a few new toys’, haven’t you? This stuff must’ve cost a fortune!”

Nude, save for her black tank-top, she moved amongst the tall heaps of sex toys, noting with concern several which looked more like genuine torture instruments, than anything constructed with sexy fun in mind. “Hey, I always wanted to try one of these!” She picked up a glossy, red plastic, butt plug, at least five inches across at the widest point. “But what the fuck,” she dropped the plug, attention caught by a pine tree-trunk, leaning against a wall, its tip roughly hewn to a point, “is that a fucking impaling post, you sick psycho!?”

Eventually, however she was unable to contain her curiosity. Peering out of the door at the unfinished staircase, tilting her head to one side. “What did you mean about 'trying that’ with me? It *looks* harmless enough…”

***

“Oh, you know. Trying to shove that unfinished handrail up your ass. And what’s wrong with the post? Don’t you think it would be the perfect thing to absolutely ruin your ass?” he grinned, spanking her, even as the bottle shook inside of her. “That buttplug is so small, you will probably barely feel it unless other things are shoved in with it. Whatever. Choose what you to play with soon, or I’ll choose for you.” he warned her, slapping her ass again to send her into the center of the room to look around.

***

Hope hopped away from his slapping palm, wishing she hadn’t as the wine slopped around inside her. She eyed the freshly carved pine spike. “At least it doesn’t look as if you’ve used it,” she swallowed, “yet.”

Gazing around, she tried desperately to find something that looked as if it might not disembowel her. Predictably, everything in the room appeared to be engineered for the destruction of the lower bowel. Her eyes alit upon a metal briefcase with “Ann Summers” stencilled on the side. “Hey, what’s in here?” She asked innocently, picking it up and bringing it over to Kenji. Whatever was inside was at least small enough to fit in a briefcase, and Anne Summers wouldn’t make anything dangerous, would they? She spied him eyeing up a sinister contraction, covered in rusty iron spikes, and quickly made up her mind. “Nope, we’ll us this!” She waved the case. “Whatever it is.”

***

He shrugged. “If you say so,” he said, before opening the case. It opened to reveal… a small thick looking rubber ball attached to a small handpump. The ball was about the size of a baseball. Kenji grinned, looking at the two things. “I got this on sale. I won’t exactly say what it does just yet, but it should be fun. Now lean over,” he told her, holding up the ball and long hose connecting it. “Spread yourself, and try to push out the bottle, unless you want to play with the bottle inside of you too. That would always be a fun thing to try.”

***

Hope frowned suspiciously at the rubber ball, before turning and dropping onto all fours. Experimentally, she tried to bear down on the bottle filling her rump. Nothing happened. Shifting her knees apart, she wriggled her arms into a better position and took a deep breath. With an almighty effort she ordered her rectal muscles to contract and force the intruder out, but it was buried too deep, the smooth glass denying her awkwardly displaced musculature any purchase.

Finally, she gave up with a frustrated grunt. “Nope. It’s stuck! I told you this was going to happen.”

***

He shrugged, a grin on his face. “Oh well. That just means you get to play with them both,” he told her, palming the rubber ball in one hand, taking the small pump in his other hand and looking at the long tube connecting them. He smirked, kneeling down behind her, and punched forward, shoving the entire ball, as well as his arm, into her ass, even pushing the bottle deeper from the sudden force of his arm thrust. After slamming nearly half his arm into her, he slowly withdrew, and grinned again. “And now, let’s see what this does,” he said, before rapidly squeezing the pump, causing the thick rubber ball to suddenly start ballooning, it’s skin thick enough to still pressure her ass.

***

Hope yelled in pained surprise as he punched the base of the bottle, jamming it through her sigmoid bend and into her colon with a softly audible crunch of cartilage. “Careful! Don’t break it!” She yelped, “I may be a butt whore, but I don’t want an ass full of broken glass, thank you!”

The ball fit snugly inside her already misshapen rectum, one domed side with the trailing hose protruding from the puffy ring of her open anus. Once he began pumping, the flesh surrounding her hole started to bulge, the ball inside her swelling irresistibly, its pressure beginning to squeeze her insides as it continued to expand.

***

He rolled his eyes. “Alright, alright. I’ll try to not break it.” he told her, before continuing to pump the ball larger and larger, stretching her ass. “I think the next thing we’ll do, is that.” he pointed to the impaling post. 'Unless you have another item in mind to do next. But first, we should enjoy the ball.“ he said, squeezing the pump again and again in a rhythmic tempo, constantly expanding the rubber ball inside of her, the strong skin of the ball pushing the bottle even deeper into her. 

***

"What, really?” Hope looked uneasily at the sharpened tree trunk. “I mean it seems an appropriate end for a butt-slut like me, and I can’t say I haven’t fantasized about it, but…” She bit her lip. The ball had swollen enough to visibly bloat her tummy, stabbing pain from her ovaries as they were squashed against her muscular abdominal wall. “It’s just; this is my life we’re talking about here! I feel like getting iced for the sake of a private sex game is selling it kind of cheaply!”

***

He rolled his eyes. “Fine then. Choose something else to use then. We will get to it eventually, but all you have to do is find things to play with until we have to delay. Otherwise, I will see that tree shoved up your ass. You can’t admit it wouldn’t be fun, but I guess I could wait if you find other toys you want to try out first.” he told her, but never stopped pumping the ball larger and larger, pushing the bottle and wine deeper and deeper.

***

It occurred to Hope that nothing short of surgery was going to get that wine bottle out now. With a sigh, she resigned herself to what she had had known would happen if she ever saw Kenji again. “Fine, then… But if you’re intent on destroying my ass… And taking it *all* the way… Could we at least film this, or something?” She squirmed, her tummy grossly distended by the swollen ball in her rectum, straining asshole stretched tight across its shiny surface. “I know I’d regret it, if my destruction didn’t get posted all over the internet.” She gave him a weak smile over her shoulder. “You might wanna ease off on that pump there; I feel as if I’m about to burst!”

***

He nodded, “Fair enough.” he said, dropping the pump and picking up a video camera from the various things in the room. He set it up on a table, looking at them. “Here you go, one video of your ass being completely destroyed, coming up!” he grinned, walking back to her. He sat down, …and quickly snatched the pump, squeezing it quickly and rapidly just to get a last bunch of pumps into the ball. He finally stops, squeezing slowly. “Ok. Now, pick what you want to use next.” he told her.

***

Grunting, Hope rolled back into a crouch, on the balls of her feet. Her belly felt obscene, bloated as if she were heavily pregnant. She glanced at the camera, cheeks reddening once more. “It’s kind of hot, knowing this is *definitely* ending up on facebook… Hi mom!” She giggled nervously.

Her eyes roved over the jumbled piles of sexual paraphernalia. “There’s so much to choose from…” She briefly tried to envisage what the power drill with the brutal looking, cone shaped, screw attachment would do to her insides. She almost chose the piston powered fucking machine with the surprisingly normal looking dildo on the end, until she spotted the tiny, barbed, spines dotted along its length. “How about that?” She finally pointed to a wide, steel, transmission funnel, sitting beside a collection of bottles and cans.

***

“Sure.” he said, grinning. “I was kind of hoping you would pick the drill or the dildo machine, but this is fine too.” he said, naming the two things she had looked at. He then walked over, grabbing it, before returning. “Let’s see how much we could fit in you.” he said, joyfully. He then shoved the small hose at the end of the funnel past Hope’s ruined ass, sliding it past the expanded ball. He brought over a few of the bottles and cans, various liquids in each. “Ok then. What should we pour in first. I’ll let you decide.”

***

Yelling, and slapping the floor with her palm, as he jammed the ribbed hose past the ball in her ass, the metal pinching her flesh cruelly, Hope blinked at the collection of bottles. “These all seem,” her gaze drifted over tin of paint, bottle of various oils, a jar of glass beads, ball bearings, and a five gallon drum of epoxy resin, “utterly horrible.”

She bit her lip and looked up at him with a wink. “I don’t suppose you need the bathroom, do you?”

***

His grin stretched wide across his face. “I absolutely love how much of an anal slut you are. I love the way you think.” he said, fishing his cock out of his pants. “Speaking of which, I do need to go after that nice dinner.” he played along, aiming his tip at the funnelled end of the hose. “Well, this should work nicely…” he said, before sighing out, spraying a stream of piss into the hose, the warm liquid flowing through it and into her ass. 

***

“Do you love me enough to reconsider impaling me?” Hope could hear his urine gushing into the funnel. The small gap that remained between the inflated ball and the bottle in her colon quickly filled with piss, and the level in the funnel began to rise. “You could keep my ass to serve as your personal urinal. Or, lend me out, if you wanted?” As his flow diminished to a trickle, the funnel began to empty, piss somehow leaking past the bottle to join the wine bloating her intestines.

***

He frowned, “That’s a very reasonable offer, damn. Now you are making it hard to choose. I’d always enjoy the sight of you impaled on the spike, but I also want to keep you as my urinal. Oh well, the spike can always wait,” he grinned, nodding as he decided. “Ok, I’ll use your ass as my toilet.” he told her, watching the funnel finish draining his piss. “Alright. now what next? Just because I’m not going to impale you yet, doesn’t change the fact that I’m not done with you.”

***

Allowing herself a sigh of relief, Hope shifted onto one elbow to look at him. “Well, I’m not going to make a very good toilet with this bottle plugging up my guts, am I?” She glanced at the barrel of epoxy. “Perhaps we can get it out, somehow?”

***

He grinned, “Sure.” and grabbed a small barrel of the epoxy. “Here it comes,” he told her, quickly tipping it into the funnel, watching the liquid slowly fill her, mixing with the wine and piss.

***

“Uh, did you add the hardener?” Hope wriggled. “There should be a sachet or something; taped to the barrel, maybe?” She reached back, giving the pump hose attached to the ball a flick with her finger, eliciting a hollow sounding rubbery twang. “You’re going to need to mix it in. I think this thing is going to have to come out.”

***

He shrugged, making a fake sigh. “Alright.” he said, unscrewing the pump from the hose and letting the ball slowly deflate inside of her. Once it was back to the baseball size, he pulled it out from her ass, and grabbed the sachet from the barrel, and said, “So, what do you want to use to mix it in?”

***

Hope’s fully open rectum released the ball with a wet sucking sound, trails of sticky liquid coating the tattered looking rim of her gaping hole. The pooled epoxy was visible deep inside. 

“Um,” Hope cast around. “Something disposable; that stuff sets hard.” She looked at the drill again. “That could get messy, but maybe you have an attachment that’s not going to spray it all out, everywhere?” Experimentally, she squeezed her abdominal muscles, her ass winking partially closed for a moment, emitting another loud squelch as the epoxy disappeared deeper into her colon. “Better top me up, too.”

***

He shrugged. “Sure.” he said, attaching a small clear cone around the drill, to keep it all from spilling as it spun. “There. won’t be as messy now.” he said, before grabbing the rest of the barrel, and began pouring it all into the funnel, watching it slowly fill her ass, mixing with the hardener. He then shoved the tip of the drill into her, pushing it down until the cone hit her asscheeks. He then grinned, and said, “Here it comes,” before pulling the trigger, causing the drill to spin rapidly, churning the epoxy, wine, and piss mixture.

***

“Uh-UH-uh-UH-uh-UH-uh!” Hope’s whole body shook, and she felt as if he has just shoved a washing machine up her as. The fat screw on the drill pounded against her insides, further tenderizing her already mistreated flesh. She gritted her teeth, holding on until she was sure it must have thoroughly mixed the mess inside her. “O-o-kkkaaay! Tthaats enooughh!”

As the drill slowed and was withdrawn, sticky grey-brown liquid dripped from the cone, but her butthole remained filled to the brim, leaking only a trickle over the downward edge, which flowed in a wide ribbon over her the curve of her perineum to coat her much neglected vulva with its rapidly thickening filth. “Just gotta leave it for ten minutes, I guess.” 

***

He nodded, and tossed the drill aside. “So, what should we do to kill the time, or should we just wait?” he asked, smirking at the sight of her ass now that he got a good look at her, with no toys blocking the view. 

***

“Well, I have to stay very still, but that doesn’t mean you have to!” Hope grinned, carefully beckoning him closer. Reaching up, she grasped his dick and began tugging on his dick, pumping it as much as she dared to without moving her body too much. Anything to distract herself from the fact that she had a giant mass solidifying in her ass that might be physically impossible to remove without disembowelling her.

***

He grinned, sitting there, and feeling her stroke his cock off quickly. “I like this idea a lot.” he said, walking to her front to move his dick to her face, saying, “Why don’t you suck it, or you can keep stroking so I can spray on your face.” he said, patting her head, waiting for the stuff to dry, and his approaching orgasm.

***

Hope paused, giving the camera a sidelong glance. She smirked up at him, and began pumping his cock more firmly than before. “I want you to blow *all over* my face! And in my hair. Fucking paint me with your spunk.”

***

He shuddered from her dirty talk, and grinned. “As you wish,” he said, feeling his climax quickly approach. “Here it comes!” he warned her, before spraying out a flood of cum, drenching her face and hair in his sperm. He covered her face and hair in a glaze of sticky white liquid, the thick fluid matting her hair down. 

***

“AaaaAHaah!” Hope did her best to keep milking his cock, pumping every last spurt from its tip. Jism coated her tightly closed eyelids, her mouth gaping wide gasping for the air which her bunged nostrils could not find.

“Urgh.” When his orgasm subsided, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, smearing dark make-up over her cheekbones. Blinking stickily, she opened them. With a sudden shock when she tried to shift her weight, she realised her lower body didn’t seem to be flexing the way it usually. In fact, it didn’t seem to want to bend at all. “Uh, shit.” She struggled to look over her shoulder at her own ass, smearing spunk over herself as she did so. “I think it’s set.”

***

He grinned. “Alright. Now what should we do with it? Yank it out, along with the bottle? or what?” he asked, walking behind her and staring at the hard mass inside her asshole. He reached down, patting the hard material, feeling it and seeing how hard it was.

***

“That’s the plan.” Hope nodded. “Or it was; it kind of feel like it’s stuck to my insides though.” She bit her lip. “Can you get a grip on it, at all?”

In the hollow between her buttocks where her asshole should be, the pooled epoxy mixture had solidified into something resembling very hard plastic, completely flush with the opening in her flesh. Somewhat appropriately, the spillage had formed a smooth, rigid, crust, sealing her vagina completely. “I guess, if you can’t, you *could* drill it and put a hook in or something. But please be *very* careful if you do that, okay?”

***

He grinned, grabbing the drill again. He placed the tip on the epoxy mixture, and smirked. “Alright. I’ll be sure to be *very* careful.” He said, pulling the trigger and pushing, drilling into the mixture, and her ass again. He continued, pushing it deeper, even as he looked away in search for a hook. He was not paying attention, possibly on purpose, to what the hook was doing to her insides.

***

“Ouch! Woah! I *said* be careful!” Hope squirmed forward away from the plunging drill bit as it bored through her ass-resin at a drunken angle. While the drill was spinning to a halt, she reached back to gingerly finger the rough edge of the hole it had made. “I guess that’ll have to do.”

Looking about her, she spied a hefty looking D-ring attached to large item of bondage apparatus. “Hey, what about that?” 

***

He nodded. “That’ll work.” he said, walking over and grabbing it. He returned, attaching the D-ring to the hardened epoxy, and hooked his finger through it. “Ready? On the count of 3.” he told her, tensing his muscles to yank out the mixture. “1…” He suddenly yanked it out, purposefully not giving her the chance to prepare herself.

***

“Nnnnnnnngh!” Hope groaned, balling her fists. Her bowels felt as if they were being torn out through her ass, and she could well believe that was indeed what was happening. His arm muscles strained, and the flesh between her buttocks bowed outwards, stretching into a cone. He tugged harder, her insides audibly cracking and shifting, and finally the resin casting started to protrude from the lip of her hole, slowly working its way out, as an expanding lip of red-raw ass meat peeled away from it.

***

He grinned, grabbing the ring with both hands, and standing up. He began backing away, slowly drawing out the resin casting, enjoying the sight of the prolapsed ass coming out with it. He made sure that the camera got a good angle of it, and finally yanked again, pulling the entire mixture out, except for the bit attached to the bottle, that was still jammed in her organ. “Ready for me to pull the bottle out?” he asked with a grin, ready to yank it as soon as she gave the OK.

***

The resin formed a smooth cast of the inside of her stretched hole, perfect except for large, sharp edged, bubbles or depressions where pockets of other fluid had been trapped inside her. Groaning, Hope chewed her lower lip, well aware that he was hauling her guts out, but unable to think of an alternative to rid herself of the wine bottle buried inside her. “Nnn-huh,” she nodded.

***

He chuckled, and tightened his grip. “Alright then. Here we go!” he yanked powerfully, the bottle ending up yanking her colon down with it, before finally bursting out with a wet “POP”, leaving her with the horribly prolapsed ass, the red meat drooping down to lay on the ground below her. He chuckled, dropping the cast and bottle to the ground, and he stepped forward, grinding her assmeat under his foot for a bit. “How disgusting,” he laughed at her.

***

With her entire rectum and anus turned inside out, Hope yelped and stiffened when she felt his shoe grinding her tender guts against the hard, dirty, floor. Between her knees, the resin lump with the wine bottle stuck in the end represented a record of the last time her bowel would look anything like that of a normal, healthy, human being. She turned her head, looking upset. “But… I thought you *liked* girls with wrecked asses?”

***

He laughed. “I never said I didn’t love it. I just said it looked disgusting. I absolutely love girls with wrecked asses,” he smirked, taking his shoe off in order to squat down and grab the lump of ruined flesh, standing up again with it hanging from his hand. “So, what should we do with this now? do you see another toy you’d like to try on it? or maybe something could be used to pull even more out from you.” he seemed eager for that idea.

***

“More!? I…” Hope swallowed, nervously, well aware of the varied torture tools strewn around the room. It seemed as if he really meant to rip her apart tonight. “I guess… I mean, I don’t know if there’s much left inside me.” Was it her imagination, or was her waist a little slimmer already?

“You know,” she looked up, hopefully, “you could always just stuff it back inside. You could even call up some of your friends, and invite them to come and use me as a piss and cum bucket, if you want?” She hoped she sounded convincing, despite the tremor in her voice.

***

He grinned. “Well, I want to see exactly how much is left. But I suppose that’s a reasonable request.” he said, but thought out loud, “But we could always stuff it back in after we pull even more out. I want to ruin it just that little bit more before I call my friends to use you as a toilet.” he said, smirking. “I want you to be able to shit out your entire colon whenever I tell you to, by the time we’re done.” he said with a grin. “So, one more toy to try and pull out what’s left, and then we will stuff it back in and I’ll call my friends. Thanks for that suggestion by the way.”

***

Hope frowned, feeling as if she’d been tricked into something, but not quite sure how. After all, any chance of escaping with her insides intact was long gone. She groped for the slimy inflatable ball between her knees. “This did a pretty good job of busting my rectum,” she gave it a squeeze, “perhaps you could pack it in really deep this time. Might help to break my colon loose, maybe?”

***

Kenji grinned, and took the ball from her. “Ok then. ball it is,” he said, picking up the grossly prolapsed ass, and rather than push it in, he kept it out, and instead slid the ball into the hole at the end, forcing it in deep with his arm, until barely any of the hose was still sticking out from the red assmeat. He grinned, reattaching the pump, and began squeezing it again and again, this time rather than just expanding in her intestines, it was in her organs themselves. He continued pumping it wider and wider, as his other hand toyed and played with the assmeat that was along the length of the tube.

***

For a little while, Hope thought perhaps it wasn’t working. Maybe, the hose had com loose, or the ball had a puncture? Then she realised it was becoming difficult to breath, and the stomach cramps with starting. “Oh…”

Looking down, below her pendular boobs, and just under her breastbone, her belly was beginning to swell again. The bulge was a different shape this time, part of her body stretching and expanding, that unlike those lower down, were never intended to cope this bearing children.

***

He smiled at the sight of the bulge, and began squeezing the pump even quicker, ballooning the ball even faster. He let go of her assmeat, and ran a finger along the large bulge, feeling the stretched skin and organs beneath. He continued feeling each pulse of the ball as it expanded, feeling her soft belly as she bulged out, and continued his pumping hand.

***

The hem of Hope’s tank-top began to tear under the pressure of her bloating abdomen. Her chest moved rapidly, fighting for every shallow breath, and her a sharp pain stabbed at her kidneys. “Don’t you think,” she gasped, “that’s enough? It would be a shame if I suffocated… With so much left undone.”

***

He nodded. “Good point.” and gave a few more squeezes. “Alright. That should be good. Now, let’s yank it out, unless you have something else you want to do first.” he said, tightening his hands on the tube, preparing to pull it out. “You ready?” he asked, grinning, enjoying the sight of her bulged belly.

***

Hope’s eyes shot wide open. “Are you crazy!? There’s no way it’ll fit through my pelvis unless you deflate it first!” But it was too late, he had already started pulling. t was slow going at first, but gradually, with repeated yanking and releasing, the bulge began to move lower in her torso. For a moment, it did indeed seem to jam against her pelvis, but before long a bulge appeared in her exterior ass meat, growing large with each tug, as her belly began to deflate behind it.

Hope groaned, squeezing her eyes tightly closed. Freed from the confines of her body cavity, the balloon was swelling to a much greater size, expanding her prolapsed colon with it, like a huge pink balloon. It hurt like hell.

***

The sight of her expanding colon as the balloon slowly emerged from her destroyed ass made him smile. He grinned, seeing her deflated belly, and gave the pump another squeeze, for the hell of it. He then once again tightened his grip on the hose, and gave her a smirk, before yanking the balloon out completely, and with it, her colon and other organs.

***

“URGOWMYFUCKINGGUTS!” Hope exclaimed, writhing as the huge balloon was dragged through her prolapse, tugging the entirety of her colon out behind it. A painful churning filled her abdomen as her small intestine shifted, pulled after its larger cousin, her abdominal cavity suddenly much less crowded. At least a couple of feet of angry red, tubular, meat landed in a tangled pile between her knees.

Straightening to a kneeling position, the heap of guts squashing beneath her butt, she frowned, experimentally feeling her waist. “Wow! Better than liposuction!”

***

He smiled, laughing a bit at her joke, and picked up the multiple feet of assmeat from the floor. “Hmm…” he said, hooking his fingers in it and beginning to stretch it, seeing how far he could open the tube of meat. He grinned, “I wonder if we can actually make you into a meat toilet.” he said, trying to stretch her guts into a bowl shape, working it in his fingers as he did so. He stopped the stretching for a moment, smirking, and said, “Before that though, I need to piss again,” he said, sliding the red tube of meat over his cock, using it as a cocksleeve to jack off, as he began pissing in her bowels again. 

***

It was an odd sensation, feeling his hot urine begin to gush through the fleshy pipe that used to be her insides. “I’d say I’m already well on the way!” His fingers pinched her tender meat, pumping his dick with her ass-tube. “Maybe need to bust my hole open wider, for easier access. Oh, and find something to plug me up with too, to stop anything leaking out between fillings.”

***

He smiled, and continued pumping her assmeat up and down his cock. “Sounds like fun. Once again, your choice what we use for that. I want to see what your depraved mind thinks of to ruin your ass beyond all comprehension.” he said, speeding up the stroking of his cock. “Anything in this room, or anything in this house. I’ll let you decide what we use to turn your ass into the toilet it was meant to be.”

***

“Mmmm…” Hope cast her eyes around the now familiar inventory of perversion. “I’d kind of like to try that, while I still can.” She waved at the heavy looking piston fuck-machine. “Obviously, that won’t do, though.” The floppy rubber dildo on the end of the fat stainless steel pole was embarrassingly undersized for her recently remodelled rear entrance.

***

Kenji smiled, and walked over to the piston, removing the dildo. “Well, maybe we can improvise, and combine it with something else. You see anything that might fit that new ass of yours?” he grinned, starting the machine to test it, causing the piston rod to suddenly begin moving back and forth at a rapid speed, blurring from how fast it was moving, until he turned it off again, satisfied. “We could try something like the ball again, but it’s not hard enough to really do it…”

***

Hope jumped at the sudden screech of the motor, biting her lip in trepidation at the sight of the rod reciprocating so quickly. “Um,” she gulped, “I can’t really even see how big I am now.” Reaching back, she trailed her fingers round the ragged lip of her butt 'hole’ with its trailing length of insides still hanging out. “I don’t even,” she paused, catching sight of what she had originally mistaken for a small footstool. “That, maybe?”

Half-buried beneath the heap of filth she nodded at was an enormous, shiny, red, buttplug, tall and easily a couple of wider than Hope’s hips.

***

Kenji grinned, and walked over, shifting through the pile until he finally uncovered the buttplug. “Good choice.” he told her, bringing the huge red plug to the machine, and screwing it on. “So, you think you can haul your ragged ass over here, or should I bring this to you?” he asked, making the decision for her, as he walked over and picked up the long red tube of assmeat, yanking her towards the machine by it. He then placed it on the tip of the plug and slowly rolled it over, pulling it over the plug in a way similar to foreskin. He then grinned, and turned the machine on…

***

Hope awkwardly scrambled backwards, dragged by her prolapsed guts, winding up on all fours beneath the piston of the machine, with the monster plug pointing down at her butt at a forty-five degree angle. When Kenji started sliding her colon over the plug, she winced, but the stretchy membrane slid over with ease, wrinkling up as it approached the middle of the cone. It wasn’t long before the end of the plug was nestling between her buttocks, inside the crumpled, red, sock of her flesh.

WHIRRDUH-DUH-DUH-DUHDUDHDUHDUHDUH!

When the switch was flipped, the plug instantly began slamming into her so hard that Hope had to brace her palms against the floor to avoid being pushed forwards. In addition to the rapid thumping of hard plastic against meat and bone, a wet slapping sound could be heard as the plug repeatedly plunged her prolapse into her, and immediately dragged it right back out again. As the seconds passed, it was obvious that more and more of the plug was being pounded deeper into her, brutally bashing its way into her torso.

***

Kenji grinned, watching the plug hammer deeper and deeper into Hope. He squatted down next to her, and said, “Having fun?” as he hooked a hand around the front of her hips, and pushed her slightly closer to the machine, to make the hammering piston slam even deeper. He then walked around her, and pulled out his cock. “Say, do you think you know of a way to let me have some fun as well?” he asked, pointing it at her face.

***

With teary eyes, Hope grimaced up at him. “Watching this machine - AH! - fucking butcher me isn’t *fun* enough?” She growled between gritted teeth.

Her hips were bulging strangely, with a little over half the plug thumping into her. Between her thighs, the resin was cracking off the flexing skin of her pussy, leaving it an insignificant pink notch on the edge of her rapidly expanding ass hole. She shifted, angling her butt upwards, and the plug immediately sank deeper in, eliciting a long groan.

***

He shrugged. “Fine, I’ll settle for watching the show.” he said, before placing his hands on her shoulders, and began pushing her back even closer to the pistoning buttplug, watching it slam deeper and deeper into the expanding asshole. He grinned, and let go of her shoulders, walking around to get a better view. Once he was back, next to the machine, he found a small dial, that he turned ever so slightly to the right, causing the bucking piston to speed up even faster.

***

Suddenly, Hope let out an agonized scream. With a series of sickening, cracking, crunches, her pelvic ligaments gave way, the bone crushed aside by the onslaught. Her hips collapsed, and she flopped, face in the carpet, lower body supported only by the still-pumping piston. Inhumanly scaled as it was, the bulge of the giant plug had penetrated her, plunging into a now colossal gaping hole between her limp thighs. The screams continued unabated, as the conical tip punched hard into her abdomen, now directly battering the precious organs within. 

***

Kenji grinned widely, turning the dial even higher, as he hooked an arm around her leg and pulled her even closer, letting the machine piston even deeper. “Keep it up, hope. You’re doing great.” he told her, smiling as he watched the plug pound into the gaping hole, smashing through her hips again and again.

THE END…?

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