“Fuck me,” I pleaded, my breathing harsh and desperate, but he only kissed down my body, methodically flicking and turning every needle as he went.
“Heyyy,” I whispered, digging in my heels as if to slide backward, and getting nowhere due to the hunk of Cassius behind me.
The doctor’s mouth twisted. He turned another needle, held it.
“You want me to fuck you? Where? Here?” His fingers explored again, and he opened me, toyed there, before forging in with three fingers, slow-as-syrup, inches deep. He stopped.
I squirmed and prayed. He stayed still.
“Yes. Please fuck me, sir.”
“With the green dragon dick, as Cassius named it?” With those fingers held inside me, he found the needle that transfixed my clit, and turned it.
“Ummm.” I swallowed, staring at where he held my precious clit hostage. My pussy clenched on him, on his fingers as they stirred inside my pussy. I was sore, but lust triumphed over small hurts—clearly they did, for I wore a train-track of needles.
I nodded to him, then tried, perversely, to wrench my wrists free from Cassius’s hold, but he only laughed and tsked.
My small rebellions gave me thrills I’d never found with strict Doms who hated resistance.
“Doc, ram that dragon dick in her like there’s no tomorrow, like her slutty cunt wants it all.”
It was no lie, and I knew it. Just seeing the thing was enough to make me imagine it going in and rearranging my insides.
I wanted every inch. I wanted to be challenged, to be filled, and fucked while they made me take it. I trembled when the doctor bowed over me, and his teeth found my pierced clit. I sighed as he sucked and licked, delicately, as if I were gourmet food.
“Please?” By then, I was hornier than I thought possible, dripping, throbbing, with memories of orgasms haunting me. I twisted in place. I was afraid, too, because of that one needle.
What if I came with that metal in me? Would I bleed? Would I be in agony?
“Fuck her while I hold her down.” Cassius urged.
The doctor held my thighs and studied my face then brought the dildo closer. He pushed it, touched my pussy. Open mouthed and fascinated by the risk, I wondered if I might be split if it were too big. I didn’t think it’d gone in all the way before.
And then he stood, with the dildo in his hand.
Shamefully, I whined, but my legs were shaking from anticipation. I have excuses, I half convinced myself.
He only said. “I want to watch you fuck yourself instead.”
“You want me to let her go?” Cassius asked.
When he nodded, my arms were released, and Cassius pushed my back and helped me sit upright before he, too, gained his feet then went and sat on the steel table, hands on the edge, legs swinging. He grinned at me, the bastard.
“Me?” I frowned. I wasn’t into doing it to myself for an audience. The idea of masturbating while they watched though…ummm. Could I?
The doctor nodded and backed away, folded his arms. “Go.”
The green dragon dick stood upright on the floor, like some mysterious growth found in a cave by a hobbit on a journey to find a ring or lose a ring—whatever.
Me.If I stretched, I could retrieve it.
“It has a vibration attachment. The button is obvious.” The doctor gestured.
Even he seemed to be suppressing a smile. Bastard number two. Still, the thought of impaling myself was not entirely awful. I crept forward and snagged the huge thing. It tapered a little from base to head—wrist-thick at the base, normal dick size at the tip. An outreaching knobbly bit mimicked the rabbit vibes I’d seen. It would press on my clit if positioned well.
“I guess,” I murmured. An audience? I eyed the two men and felt the pressure of their gaze and expectations, then realized that watching me fuck myself with this would possibly be the second-best thing ever for them, barring coming in a woman. All I had to do was what I wanted to do, and the idea of it vibrating me into heaven, well…
I was in.