Pain Freak update

With the big strap-on shooting out from between her thighs, Sarah climbed on top of the quivering Diane. If she cared, she might’ve mistaken Diane’s wild anticipation for a sudden onrush of fear.

Sarah turned on the strap-on. It hummed eagerly, blurring with the self-contained motion that, inside Diane, would bring her pleasure so immense it would border on pain. Cross the line, if Sarah willed it.

The dildo’s fat length ended in a thick knob. All of the knob, and the entirety of the shaft, was covered in hundreds of tiny, bristling bumps. The vibration turned them into claws that would rake at every sensitive spot inside of Diane.

Diane had never felt the vibrator inside her before. If she had, she wouldn’t have been so brave. She’d know how breathtaking the huge dildo could be, that its rough demands could be shattering if it were used for too long.

The dildo was cleverly designed to deliver a punishing amount of sensation, impossible to grow used to, because the goosebumps that covered it were uneven in size. Some were longer than others, others thicker, others sharper. They would gouge the victim’s cunt, sparking impossible amounts of enjoyment in every fold a woman’s pussy held.

The monstrous sex toy had been made by a female gynecologist, a lesbian, who knew exactly what the average woman’s pussy could take and what would be too much for her. She had made the dildo to destroy the kind of openings she spent all day treating. It had given her a rush to seduce her more attractive patients, lavish them with the toy’s attentions, then see what she’d done to them when they came in for their next appointment. A cunt always looked different after it’d had a run-in with her little beast…

Sarah dug her fingers into Diane’s luscious cunt, covering them in her honey, then stroking it onto the humming vibrator. Her eyes blazed, holding on Diane’s face, capturing every little note of anxiety on it. Her plump lips curved in a knowing smile; it showed vicious teeth.

“So you want John Cannon, huh? You think John Cannon’s better than me?” Sarah hissed, putting the end of the vibrator against Diane’s hungry sex. “You forget I’ve taken his dick too. I know how he fucks. Let’s see how you change your tune when I give you this prick like he gives you his. He doesn’t slip it in nice and sweet, does he? No, he uses everything he’s got the moment it’s his. Like this!”

Sarah gave no other warning. Diane was her bitch; the only warning she deserved was knowing that Sarah could fuck her at any time she wanted. The redhead slammed that immense dildo into Diane’s trembling sex, brutally deep, a bolt of sharp pain preceding the pleasure it brought.

Then Sarah was fucking her, savage thrusts that brought tears to Diane’s eyes and gasps to her lips. The blonde arched her back and quaked madly, pitifully mewling in distress. Her only conscious motion was to shake her head in disbelief at how harshly she was being ravaged.

The pain remained a constant, but it was only paramount for a few moments. Then Diane had to reckon with how good it felt. She strived to catch her breath, lips moving soundlessly as her voice competed against itself to express both how much it hurt and how good it felt. Ferocious thrills filled her ravaged pussy fuller than the dildo ever could—its rough contours reaping all the sensations that her inner folds were capable of.

Then Diane came. But she didn’t just cross over the threshold. Her pussy spurted, issuing a potent spray of the molten excitement she felt. Sarah’s hips remained in motion despite the ejaculation, brutally lunging into Diane’s open thighs. Her bitch ground her pussy into the contact, their sweaty bodies slapping against each other, heaving breasts lustfully crushed together.

Sarah’s teeth sank into Diane’s shoulder, both venting her anger and keeping herself from screaming the dominance she felt. There was no need to tell Diane she was her slave when the blonde’s very body was surrendered to her.

Sarah’s restraint also allowed her to hear how voluptuously Diane climaxed: “COMMINNGGG! GOD! Oooh, Sarah, too much! Can’t take! Eeeee! I can’t stop coming! Feels like I’m—unngh!—losing my goddamn mind! Ahhhh!”

Waves of throbbing ecstasy boiled in Diane’s cruelly stretched womanhood. She couldn’t scream anymore, just whimper in agony, and that was sweet music to Sarah’s ears. She pumped harder and deeper with the vibrator, knowing she was already breaking Diane’s mind with its savage rhythm—wanting to keep it up until the blonde was utterly destroyed.

Sarah knew what this brutal dildo could do to her own pussy and it was twice as sinister on Diane, because she was chained up helplessly as it was used on her. She had no control over how much she’d be forced to take. Diane’s curvy flesh went into convulsions of unbearable bliss.

“Still bored?” Sarah demanded, seeing how Diane’s eyes were both glazed over and yet flaring with the flickers of pain that disturbed her rapture. “Still think I’m a girl scout?”

Sarah pulled the strap-on almost all the way out of Diane’s ravished pussy, leaving in only the tip. Then she threw herself down on Diane with all her strength, hilting the giant dildo in her, but not stopping there.

She swung her hips in wide arcs—side to side, up and down, lewdly forcing the dildo around in Diane’s well-used body. Sarah pumped, hard, lewdly stamping herself not only into Diane’s cunt, but into her teetering sanity too.

Diane sobbed—she had never dreamed such torment was possible. A thousand little explosions of smashing delight inside her violently stricken cunt, every inner nerve screaming, the feelings Sarah inflicted on her consuming Diane’s flesh as much as her reeling mind.

Sarah saw Diane’s eyelids flutter and her face slacken away from the taut grimace of her torturous ecstasy. Her fingers snagged in Diane’s short blonde hair and pulled hurtfully, adding to the demands placed on Diane by the savage pistoning between her legs.

“Don’t you dare pass out!” Sarah snarled. “You wanted a big dick, bitch, so now it’s yours! All yours!”

The dildo pistoned at a ferocious tempo now, hitting Diane as fast and as hard as Sarah could make it. Diane’s pussy boiled with passionate spasms, clenching and undulating in maddened response to the punishment. Its pleasure had taken on a feverish life of its own, one that Diane felt whether she wanted it or not, whether she could take it or not.

But as overstimulated as Sarah had made Diane, she felt equally frenzied herself. Suddenly she was up on all fours, her ass raised to the watching Cannon. Sarah reached behind herself to spread her buttocks, sliding the middle finger of her right hand into the target she had in mind for him.

“Fuck me here!” she cried over her shoulder. “Fuck my big ass with that big cock!”

Cannon chuckled. Sarah had certainly become more assertive with practice on Diane. “Won’t that hurt?” he asked ironically.

Sarah wasn’t in a mood for sarcasm. “It’d better! Hurt me so much I can’t stand how good it hurts!”

Cannon grinned, but held back his laughter at Sarah’s sluttiness. If she was turned on, well, so was he. And by implication, she seemed to be asking for the exact same treatment she was currently giving to Diane. The blonde could never return the favor Sarah was doing her, but a big man like Cannon could handle either of them. Or both.

He moved with surprisingly careful precision, kneeling amidst the tangle of their legs. His hands grasped Sarah’s small, pert ass. She had already opened her asscheeks, but Cannon really spread them, making her anus gape open in all its tight, tiny splendor.

He patted her right hand where it was still gripping her glute, sure she would keep it as wide open as he had left it, then took his cock in hand. He placed the tip firmly against her virginal sphincter—pushed viciously forward.

Like her mouth and like her cunt, Sarah’s ass was tight and burning hot. Electrifying pleasure rippled through Cannon’s manhood with every second it spent inside Sarah’s bowels, her ass wiggling lasciviously into his lap. More like a stripper doing a dance than a woman being sodomized.

“He’s got it in my ass right now,” Sarah keened into Diane’s ear. “And if I’ve got it up my ass, you’d better believe it’s going up yours! Here it is, bitch!”

She slid the humming vibrator out of Diane as quickly as it had went in, brought it down an inch though the motion shifted Cannon’s massive prick inside Sarah’s own ass, thrilled her mind with pleasure. She was seeking out Diane’s tiny asshole, not that Diane was aware of it.

Already overwhelmed by the fucking, Sarah’s withdrawal had sent her over the edge. She barely knew what was happening. Her pussy had been stimulated to the point of numbness, made to come over and over again until Diane was left breathless, not enough air in the world to feed her panting lungs.

Then she felt real pain, not the sharp hot convulsions that had brought about her climaxes earlier. Her eyes bulged in sheer disbelief, then—as a pathetic whimper rolled off her quivering lips—they rolled back in her skull.

Diane felt like she was being ripped in two, fed a log of firewood up the ass, after it had been thrown in the fire. Then Sarah pumped like she had before, her strap-on lubricated only by the orgasms Diane’d already had. Each pump sent Diane spiraling through her burning senses, sensation roaring through her flesh and tearing into thought and memory. Diane’s brain whirled so hard that she felt like she was going mad.

It was more than a sensation, it was her body changing, being rearranged by how Sarah had decided to use it. Diane had thought being her bitch was a choice, but now she was physically shifting, becoming Sarah’s bitch. She’d never be able to go back to being her own woman again.

And all the time, as if to taunt her over that realization, Diane’s cunt came while her asshole roiled and stretched, doing whatever it had to do to take the onslaught of the vibrating dildo. Diane soon lost her ability to tell the difference between pain and pleasure. For her, the urgently heated orgasms her pussy experienced and the bolts of red-hot pain coming from her ass were indistinguishable. Both her holes, all of her body, was a bonfire of raging sexuality.

Sarah had never done this before, but she immediately had a taste for it. Cannon filling her eager ass while she ravaged Diane’s hole, herself sandwiched between two lovers, both giving and receiving, her hips swinging in perfect unison with her male master.

Not that she was anywhere near as submissive to him as Diane was to her. Cannon was just so masculine, so domineering. He could make her every bit the bitch that Diane was. Instead, he took her so ruthlessly that he didn’t have to spank her or manhandle her. She was a slave to the sensation he gave her, the feelings she was receiving right now.

Every time Cannon pumped his burning cock up to her colon, Sarah lunged forward too, hilting a screaming Diane as if Cannon were fucking right through her and into the woman that was submitting to both of them.

The hunger that Sarah had felt when Cannon fucked her before was now back, raging out of control, greedier than ever now that it was being sated. Sarah rolled her hips in small, teasing circles—squeezing her anal muscles at Cannon’s impaling length. It was so deep inside her that she could milk all of it, feel all of the long girthy prick savagely claiming her rectum.