“You are very tight. That’s good.”
He withdraws his fingers and lifts them to his nose to imbibe their lush, earthy smell. Then he raises those fingers to my lips.
“Open your mouth.”
I obey.
“Suck them.”
I take those two wet fingers into my mouth and curl my tongue around them. I suck, tasting my own womanly paste.
Devlin pulls out his fingers.
“Good girl.”
He stands up, his stiff cock with its angry purple head once again coming level with my nipples. How I long to run my tongue over that bulbous head with its prominent vein, but he ignores my hungry, grasping mouth.
“Let’s see how you do with humiliation. Don’t move.”
He seizes the tip of his huge cock and aims in at my open, vandalized pussy. Before I can cry out, a stream of warm urine sails out and hits my hot clit and imprisoned pussy lips. The clear liquid gushes down my folds and trickles into the porcelain bowl of the bidet. I whimper as the tide continues to spatter me. My cheeks are flushed and my entire body wants to cringe in shame.
Finally, the river stems. Devlin shakes the tip of his cock. Two warm beads fall onto my breasts.
Down there, I’m soaked in his humiliation.
Devlin chuckles softly as he takes in my teary eyes and my parted, distressed mouth. “Be thankful I didn’t ask you to drink it. I have, you know, with some of the others.”
He gently brushes my lips.
“And now,” he bends down to turn on a tap, “the cleansing.”
A cold spurt of water suddenly assails my throbbing pussy. It strikes my flesh with considerable force and I let out a sharp cry. Devlin grins as the fountain continues to hurtle against my bruised clit. Jets of water worm their way in between my labial folds, separated and snared in their icy metal devices. A slipstream forces its way into my vagina, washing away the whitish cream of my own wantonness.
Devlin dips down to turn on another tap. His lips brush against my ear. “Like it, don’t you?”
Another cold spray barrels into my anus this time – an even more forceful blow. Water parts the tighter walls of my rectum. On both sensitive sides, I am flooded with sensations too intense to bear. A red veil descends before my eyes as the brutal double penetration continues. Aquarius must be laughing at my expense.
I feel the warm wave of an orgasm mounting. My pelvic muscles clench and unclench. I feel the crest peaking, and my fists clutch at the tops of my bent knees.
I cry out again. I hear Devlin’s laugh.
Devlin stems the back tide by inserting his finger into my anus – one of the large boned fingers that had been in my pussy. It’s very sudden and I suck in my breath. It’s a curious sensation, not altogether unpleasant, and as he begins to stroke the walls of my back passage, a different kind of pleasure spreads through me. I must admit to being an asshole virgin. Barry Mancini was only ever preoccupied with shoving his thin dick into my pussy and mouth.
“I like your cunt,” Devlin says, “but your asshole is far tighter. We’ve got to take care of that.”
Fear rushes through me again. What does he mean? Devin slips out his finger and turns off the taps.
He presses a button and hot air now blasts the entire wet area of my groin, drying it. My thigh muscles are now sore from squatting, and my pussy lips are aching from the constant deep pressure. My clit is a raw piece of meat.
Devlin picks up the last two clamps from the floor – the ones that are shaped like seashells. He raises them to my face so that I can observe them. Then he pinches a considerable amount of flesh from my right nipple and clips it. My nipple lies there, encased in its snug metal shell. Once again, the sensation is intense, but not painful.
He repeats this with my left nipple.
I am now tortured by eight tight metal clamps – six on my pussy lips and two on my nipples. I wonder if he will savage my clit with another. I don’t think I can bear it – oh!
But I can’t – mustn’t – tell him to stop!
He gets up and gives me his hand.
“Step off.”
Relieved, I take his hand and clamber off the bidet. The clamps clink against one another like wine glasses. Grinding my heels into the bathroom floor tiles, I stand uncomfortably with my legs slightly apart. I am unable to close them fully without the clamps forcing my thighs apart again.
“Follow me,” Devlin says.
He turns and leaves the bathroom.
I am forced to walk after him with my legs apart, my buttocks rolling and the metal clamps weighing down my pussy lips. I wonder if I look graceless. I can’t bear to be graceless! I stare after his moving buttocks as he disappears into what must be the bedroom.
The bedroom possesses a large double bed. On the dresser is a long, shiny metal object with several slender silver chains trailing from its flared base in a complicated mesh. Devlin picks it up. A sliver of dread passes through me. What punishment and humiliation does he have in store for me now?