Her gasp seemed to be a trigger, and the pressure Rob was placing on her clit increased. She breathlessly screamed, “Dear god, NO.” She squirmed hard, trying hard to move the wand and pressure on her clit, but the wand stayed put. She started to moan, “Oh Jesus, oh God. Stop, please stop, I can’t, no I can’t. Jesus, I am cumming!”
Tammy’s mind was lost in the words she moaned, and she was completely unable to focus as she shook, an orgasm bursting through her. It was unlike anything she had experienced before, her mind euphoric as her body almost felt like it was floating, energy streaming out from her clit that ached with pleasure. But the wand was not moved, her climax dragged out, becoming more intense by the moment. She cried out, “Stop,” but it was no more than a whisper. Tammy renewed her squirm with more vigour, trying to break the contact, but it was to no avail, as she almost sobbed, her world going black, her vision closing in. She was dimly aware of her arse still being spanked, just as the pressure increased again, her mons feeling like a cork in a shaken Champagne bottle.
Tammy had got to the point where she thought she might pass out, and her entire body relaxed. She thought she had pissed herself, as her pussy exploded. The pressure stopped and the vibration was removed. She coughed and spluttered trying to suck in air, her body shaking again.
After a time that she could not determine Tammy regained her perception of the room. Both Alan and Rob were watching her; she was still tied up, and she slowly became aware of the ache and sting in her arse cheeks. She looked at them for a moment, then composed her mind enough to ask a question. “What was that?” she asked, not really able to pull more words together.
“You squirted,” Rob said. “Like a hose,” Alan added.
Tammy took another moment to speak again, “I don’t squirt,” she simply said.
“You clearly do with the right stimulation,” Rob said. “But now, to move on with making you do things you don’t want.”
Alan approached with something in his hand. She tried to look, but was not able to see, then a cold thick liquid dripped on her perineum. He pushed her legs towards her head and it spread her legs apart and opened her cheeks, as the liquid slipped onto her arse, and Tammy got a view of a butt plug.
“No, you can’t,” she screeched in a panicked voice. “Nothing has ever been up there. You can’t.”
“And how are you going to stop us?” Rob asked, almost mocking her, just as Alan’s finger massaged the lube into her arse. As his finger slipped into her hole, she twisted as hard as she could, trying to fight, but Rob was there in a moment holding her still. “Stop with the lube. She deserves it as she is,” he said to Alan.
Tammy fought for all she was worth, as the cold metal was placed against her butthole, and then pushed hard. She screamed, but it did nothing; the plug was simply pushed harder and she felt her sphincter give way and let it in. She felt the plug slide in, forcing open her arse, catching skin here and there, where there was not quite enough lube. She stopped screaming and started to breathe, deep breaths, trying to relax. She needed to let this in, or it was going to hurt. With a pop, her sphincter closed around the shaft and she felt the base press into her cheeks.
“There you go, not so bad,” Alan said to her.
“Fuck off,” she spat, but inside her head she was really pleased that she had been forced into something new. It hurt; well, no, it was uncomfortable. And it occurred to her that they were just carrying out what she had said yesterday she wanted.
Rob moved his head to just above hers and said, “While that is clearly not nice, later on his huge, fat cock is going up there, and you will wish you had that plug back.” Tammy said nothing.
Rob continued, “You have no control here, and by the time we release you, there will be nothing but pain and discomfort in your body, and you will have to decide if you like not having any power to stop things or not.”
Tammy bit her lip to keep herself quiet, as those words had turned her on again. She wanted to be used so much. Alan had got up and was quickly back. He handed Rob a strap, which he took and swung in the air. Tammy had watched girls being tortured with one of those, and the thought of it hitting her was both delightful and scary.
Before anything landed though, Alan spoke. “Now, Tammy, we have something to tell you. Your orgasm and squirt earlier was filmed, as was that butt plug going in. While you were, errrm….recovering, we have taken a number of contacts from your phone. Based on the texts, we think we have Emily and Molly, your best friends, several other girls and boys that appear to be in your school year, and Stuart, your step dad?”
Tammy did not like where that was going, but said, “Yes he is.”
“Excellent. You do anything other than comply from now on, and they all get those videos,” Rob said.
‘Holy fuck,’ she thought. ‘I am trapped. I am their unwilling sex slave.’
The thought lasted only a moment, and was replaced by a yelp of pain as the strap slapped across her cheeks, so much more pain than the paddle flooded through her. Then another slap, and another. She was yelping as quietly as she could with each slap, the sting across her cheeks like nothing she had felt before. Degraded and used, being punished, she wanted to say, “Harder,” but did not dare. Her fantasy was becoming real, but real pain was not quite as easy to deal with as pain that only existed inside her mind. She gritted her teeth, determined to ride this out, both loving and hating it, but everything was focused on a desire to know what was coming next.