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  “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?

  He gestures to the bed. “Bend over.”

  Quelling the urge to whimper, I place my elbows on the green coverlet of the bed and bend down. My buttocks are sticking high in the air.

  “Take a deep breath,” he orders.

  I do, and hold it.

  Without warning or lubrication, Devlin inserts the long metal object into my anus. It’s six inches long and not as broad as his cock, but it spears me painfully anyway – the asshole virgin that I am. Tears sting my eyes.

  “Oh please, please,” I moan.

  “You don’t want to stop right now, do you? You’ve come so far.”

  The metal dildo prize the tight walls of my rectum far, far apart – further than they have ever been stretched. Ignoring my soft squeals, Devlin rams it in to the hilt. The metal chains clink against one another, and several strands fall against the insides of my thighs.

  Satisfied that it is in place, he takes two of the metal chains and secures them to a third, which he circles around my hips. Everything clicks into position. The crude and hard metal dildo in my asshole, held in place by the chains attached to the belt around my lower waist. But there are two longer chains that are still trailing on the coverlet between my legs. What are they for?

  I will get my answer soon enough.

  “Get up,” Devlin says.

  If I thought that earlier I was in discomfort, I’m in a much worse state now. The metal clamps squeeze my pussy lips and nipples tightly, and behind, the cold dildo expands my rectum into an impossible width. I am a part metal beast.

  I scramble off the bed, my metal pieces jingling.

  “Stand with your legs apart.”

  I do as he instructs. My heart is thudding within my ears. I watch him as he gathers the two long chains attached to the base of my punishing dildo. He pulls them upward, taking care to slide the linked chains between my already tortured pussy lips. He clips their upper ends to the quivering shell-like clamps on my nipples. The chains are stretched taut so that they burrow into the very depths of my pussy’s grooves.

  I’m finding it difficult to draw breath now without the chains digging in deeper into my tender flesh. My breasts heave as he watches them. I don’t know how I will be able to walk if he asks me to. Between the clamps and the chains, my poor clit is rubbed raw.

  “Come with me.”

  He stands by the open window, where soft sunlight streams through the billowing yellow curtains. His cock is at its magnificent ramrod state. His hair lights up to a glorious golden color.

  I do as he bids. Each step is as uncomfortable as I imagine, the metal rolling and jostling within and around me.

  At the window, he presses down on my shoulders.

  “Kneel.”

  I’m suddenly aware of what’s outside – another building close by. The windows are all shuttered, but anyone can lurk behind the glass. Anyone and everyone can see us. I daren’t avert my face to look, but I’m sure that I can almost see shapes suddenly darting to the windows to watch me.

  I get down on my knees and raise my head to meet his hard blue eyes. It is exhibitionism he now demands of me. Devlin is smiling. He grabs his long, hard cock and positions it in front of my mouth.

  “Now suck me. Take as much of it as you can into your mouth.”

  I open my mouth to the max and eagerly accept his fleshy intrusion. I am right. His cock is so wide than it fills my entire mouth. Immediately, he shoves the tip to the back of my throat. I gag.

  His hands grab fistfuls of my hair.

  “Don’t stop.”

  I hear a low whistle and a catcall from outside the window. We are being observed.

  “Now slide it in and out of your mouth.”

  My jaw muscles clenching, I do so. Slicked by my saliva, his cock pounds the back of my throat mercilessly, hitting my gag reflex every time it does so. He’s so long that I’m unable to take even half of him into my mouth.

  “With practice, you’ll be able to swallow all of it,” he says in satisfaction. “Maybe we should practice all day by the window. What do you think?”

  Tears fill my eyes. I’m unable to answer. The taste of Devlin’s flesh on my tongue is a little salty. His pre-cum is leaking slightly from the tip.

  Another wolf whistle. Out of the corner of my eye, I see shadows behind the windows of the other building.

  After minutes of this, my cheek and jaw muscles are already stretched and fatigued. Devlin pulls his wet cock out of my mouth.

  “Now lick it. Lick it all over.”

  I run my tongue across the hot, long shaft, caressing the areas which have been neglected by my mouth. I lick it as if it’s a popsicle. I dart my tongue around its root, burying my nose into his earthy, moist pubic hair.

  “Lick my balls.”

  I cup his balls into my mouth and gently suck them, one by one. The rough flesh has a different texture. My hands are placed against his thighs. He has not given me permission for anything but my mouth to worship him.

  “Now suck my cock again.”

  Once again, I take the huge head into my mouth, running my tongue across its aperture. I dig my tongue into its tip, delighted that Devlin is squirming as I do so. He seems so smug, so unperturbed by what I do.

  He tortures me by fucking my mouth in this manner for a long time. I no longer gag as his tip hits the back of my throat. In fact, each thrust is met with less and less resistance. Each stroke pounds in truer as the edge of his cock creeps deeper and deeper into my throat.

  “I’ll make a swallower out of you yet.”

  He grabs me by the hair.

  “Come.”

  At last, we leave the window. A cacophony of dismayed hoots greets us.

  “Now get on all fours on the bed.”

  I struggle to do so. My ass is once again waving in the air. My pussy hole below is oh so exposed to him – red and wet and warm. The pressure on my nipples has eased somewhat as I acclimatize to it. I close my eyes. I pray that his
large cock can enter without tearing me apart.

  But Devlin has left me for the dresser. He returns with two more silver chains. He clips the ends of these onto my nipple clamps, so that my nipples are now tethered to four chains – two running between my pussy lips and the other two trailing on the bed. I wonder what he wants them for.

  He hoists my hips closer to the edge of the bed. I’m suddenly terrified. What if I can’t take him in my tight pussy? What if he’s too huge?

  The tip of his cock presses against my vaginal entrance, invading it. Although I’m practically dripping with my own juices, I can’t help but shriek as he rams his cock into me, prizing my walls apart. The intrusion is sudden and massive. I’m being speared. The slickness of my walls helps the shaft to slide fully in so that he’s finally buried deep within me. The tip of his cock abuts brutally against my womb.

  I am once again doubly penetrated – my vagina by his cock, and my asshole by his mercilessly cold dildo. He grabs my hips and begins to move. The two appendages – one flesh, one metal – rub against the thin, thin flesh that separates the two passages. I feel the crest of something building within me again – a molten wave that starts in my clit, pounded from all sides by metal, and spreads to my groin.

  Then Devlin seizes the two trailing chains from my nipple clamps.

  As he fucks me, he tugs the chains on either side, so that my breasts are being pulled apart. With each thrust, he pulls at them, so that we establish a rhythm. My nipples are smarting and tingling from so much misuse. I cry out again and again as he slams his large cock into my very depths, grinding into me as though he means to pound me into the bed. My breasts sway and heave. My nipples scream in rugged sensation. Despite everything, my pussy drinks him in greedily like a hot mouth. I feel the crescendo beginning within me again, the undulating rise of pleasure waves creeping through my thighs, buttocks and pussy area.

  A starburst flowers in my eyes and I scream. I don’t care if Devlin’s neighbors can hear us. He has rendered me such and now is my retribution. Devlin continues to batter-ram into me, his hips now slap-slap-slapping against my buttocks, driving the metal dildo further up into my ass. I come and come, screaming until my voice is a distant murmur in the rushing of my blood-filled ears.

  All at once, Devlin withdraws his cock from me.

  “Come here,” he says urgently. He turns my face roughly to face him. I open my mouth as he crams the head of his cock in. Warm cum spurts onto my tongue, and I suck at his cock for all I’m worth, lapping up the precious fluid and swallowing it before it can dribble out of my mouth. His cum tastes like almonds.

  Devlin jerks his hips once, twice, and then he throws back his magnificent head and cries out.

  Finally, his cock stops its copious squirting. He withdraws the flesh, now softening, from my mouth.

  I sink back onto the bed, spent, my legs wide open to his gaze. My muscles all feel as though they’ve run a marathon to Thermopylae and back.

  Devlin’s beautiful features become placid again. His skin is covered with a sheen of sweat.

  He presses his finger onto my poor, neglected clit and grins.

  “OK, you’ve passed Level One of the initiation. Now for Level Two. You’ll have to meet the rest of the gang.”

  THE END

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