Training (9)

I reflexively moved away from him and moved to the edge of the bed.

“The way you’re acting, I think you’re provoking me on purpose.”

He grinned, revealing white teeth.

“You know it’s my instinct to chase after you if you run away, and I don’t think you’re too clueless not to understand that.”

I cursed under my breath. If I were rational enough to think this through, I wouldn’t be crying. When I didn’t respond, Cane shrugged and walked briskly toward the door. I went pale when I realized where he was headed.

“Well, happy training day.”

Cane chuckled as he lifted his black bag.

***

Again I felt the urge to rebel violently, but Cane firmly waved my hand away as I undressed and covered myself with the blanket, and without hesitation applied the device patches to my exposed br*ast

“Aaahhhh!”

The pink-lit patch s*cked in my br*ast. My brain pinged at the stimulation on my n*pples. Even though I’d cl*maxed once before in the bathroom, I was swelling with pleasure again.

“Lie on your side.”

His demand was abrupt. I looked up at Cane through blurred eyes, lust glinting in his pupils. Cane’s n*ked body was changing. His p*nis, which had been half er*ect, was now stiff and almost pressed against his abdomen.

I shuddered in fear.

“I’m not going to put my c*ck in, so turn around.”

When I still didn’t move, a large hand roughly pushed my body closer to him, exposing my back and butt to the seated Cane.

“Right here.”

Cane suddenly hit the area just above my hips.

“There’s a mark.”

“Ah…”

It was a reminder of a mark I had almost forgotten. Theo used to mention it sometimes too.

“It looks like it’s teasing me, Doctor. This mark, I mean.”

Cane sneered, his voice thick with laughter. I shivered, enduring the stimulation on my br*asts. Now it didn’t matter what Cane said or didn’t say; the stimulation was harder to bear than yesterday. I could feel my p*ssy getting wet.

“I have to develop this. Just rub it like this.”

Cane slowly ran his thumb over the birthmark. I felt his cold hand on my sensitive body and shivered.

“So you can get wet your p*ssy right away.”

Instantly, a device was placed over the mark. A tickling sensation floated vividly over it.

I had to try desperately not to tear these strange patches, which looked like a n*pple-s*cker, out of my hand. My body curled up into a ball of its own accord.

Cane glanced down at me as I shivered and let out a weak moan.

He was completely n*ked, his er*ect p*nis on full display, and he showed no sign of embarrassment.

“I tried to put my p*nis in your p*ssy, Doc, but it’s too narrow.”

He said seriously as if he were a doctor.

“How did you have s*x with Theo, did this thing get in there?”

The thing Cane was referring to was presumably his p*nis. Theo’s was bigger than the average person’s. At first, I found it very hard to accept him, and for months we had to share the pain of s*x. Theo was my first man.

It’s been a year since I broke up with Theo. Naturally, my p*ssy that had been shaped for Theo’s size would begin to shrink back. There had been no other man in my life.

“I think, I need to widen the holes in your p*ssy.”

He’s stimulating my cl*t as if it’s for my benefit. My body stiffened. He told me that I wouldn’t resist or fight back to avoid punishment, so he wouldn’t tie my hands and feet… but the chains made me feel even more helpless than being tied up would have.

The blunt tip of the d*ldo touched the entrance of my p*ssy. My body froze. The sensation of it against my sensitive flesh was unfamiliar. But the d*ldo didn’t stop there; it pressed against the entrance of my hole and began to dig in. I shuddered and shook.

“Ahhh, it’s going in…!”

Cane twisted and turned, pushing the black imitation p*nis in. The stimulation from my br*asts made my p*ssy wet and tight, but the d*ldo moved slowly forward.

The blunt tip, shaped like a man’s p*nis, fitted snugly into my hole, and even then it felt tight at the base, as if it could tear.

“You’re clenching and filthy.”

Cane said as he moved his face close to where the d*ldo had entered. I could feel Cane’s breath on me. He was staring straight at the entrance of my hole. My stomach clenched involuntarily. The same happened to my p*ssy. The d*ldo slipped out slightly as he pushed.

“Is it too big, but you can take it?”

Cane said, sounding wistful as if trying to be reassuring.

The sensation of the patch s*cking on my br*ast grew, and a trickle of tears began to drip down my cheeks.

“So wet…”

Cane’s grip on the d*ldo tightened. The hole that had contained only the tip continued to widen and the long, thick d*ldo began to slowly push in.

“Aaaaah…”

My mouth fell open and my hole opened. The huge d*ldo, which I thought I couldn’t stand, pushed its way through the narrow opening.

The walls of my wet p*ssy trembled, biting and s*cking at the d*ldo. It whimpered in welcome. It was as if it welcomed the brutal motion of having my tight p*ssy open.

“You like it?”

Cane asked. I couldn’t answer. Cane didn’t want an answer either, so he just twirled the d*ldo around inside me. It felt so good my p*ssy was tingling.

“It’s actually a training tool.”

Cane’s nonchalant voice rang out as the d*ldo, which had been pushed to the handle, slid out.

“Ahh!”

I shivered. It felt like a wall of flesh was coming off with it. As soon as the sensation had worn off, the hard d*ldo was pushed back through the hole again.

The sound of water gurgling echoed n*kedly.

“I’m flooded, here. You’re oozing with every thrust.”

Cane’s voice was even lower as he moved the d*ldo in a few more slow strokes. It was a brutal tool, forcing the walls of tight flesh apart with a loud, watery slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp.

Despite the slow motion, the pleasure was building and I felt like I was going to climax at any moment. The flesh of my inner thighs trembled and my p*ssy quivered of its own accord.

‘I want more.’

I thought animalistically.

‘Faster. Harder.’

But fortunately, I still had enough sense to keep the words from leaving my mouth. Cane’s hand, which had been moving so eagerly as if it could see into my mind, stopped dead in its tracks.

The fake p*nis was still buried deep in my p*ssy. Even though Cane’s hand had stopped, I could still feel the presence of the d*ldo against my v*ginal wall. My v*ginal walls writhed, biting, s*cking, and writhing around the d*ldo all by itself. Tiny spasms of pleasure ran through me as if I was convulsing.

I needed more stimulation. The pleasure that would make my eyes flash white was yet to come. The tantalizing pleasure, just out of reach, was killing me.

“Hmph, yeah…ouch!”

“You’re c*mming all by yourself even when I’m not thrusting.”

Cane’s hand felt at the entrance to my p*ssy where the d*ldo was clamped. The sensation of his fingers moving over the tight, stretched flesh was stimulating.

“Haa…haa, ahh…”

I let out an embarrassed moan. Cane seemed to know my condition all too well. He said the d*ldo was a training tool, so I couldn’t tell what magical function it had. Perhaps it was designed to maximize the pleasure and sensitivity of my v*ginal walls.

“What can I do? Doctor.”

Cane already knew the answer. He knew what I wanted, too.

All I needed was for Cane to move the d*ldo like he had earlier. Just a little more and I would climax, but the words never came out of my mouth. I couldn’t even muster the courage to move my hand and stroke the d*ldo myself.

I just bit my lip and gasped in pleasure.

“Do you want to stay like this until the end of the night? You will only climax when I touch you. Do you want me to stop? Do you want me to caress you?”

Cane whispered as he rubbed around the area of my As$ where the patch was attached. The erotic areas there were at their peak. My stomach tickled with every scratch of flesh.

“Uh… uh, please, Cane, please….”

Finally, the words he wanted came out of my mouth. The small bursts of pleasure made my brain feel sluggish.

“What do you want me to do? F*ck you?”

“Ahh, yeah…hmm…ugh…”

“Then you should beg to be f*ck.”

I suddenly remembered Cane in the bathroom, fuming when I told him to stop.

He didn’t stop, but he told me I would be forced to beg to get f*cked. It was clear he was serious about what he said.

“F*ck me, f*ck me Cane.”

The vulgar request slipped from my lips.

I can’t see Cane’s expression. Just his big hand grabbed the tip of the d*ldo, pulling it out, and ramming it deep into my hole.

“… Ahhh! Ugh! “Ah!”

I cl*maxed spectacularly. The water between my legs splashed and dripped from my bottom. But Cane didn’t stop his hand. The d*ldo slid back into my throbbing hole like a breath. The tight flesh forced itself open again.

It was maddening, dizzying. Cane didn’t stop there, twirling the d*ldo inside, then pulling it out, thrusting deep.

“P*ssy red. N*pples red.”

Cane muttered like a madman as he rammed the d*ldo into my hole.

“Why do you look so deliciously colored?”

Puck, puck, puck, Cane’s fingers brushed against the entrance as the d*ldo went deeper. He thrust furiously, almost pushing the finger holding the d*ldo into my hole. The peak of pleasure was near. My whole body tensed and the sensation of the d*ldo against my tightened v*ginal walls was eerily clear.

“Well Cane, ahhh! Ahhh… !”

“You cry well, Doctor. Ahh…”

The afterglow of my climax, flashing white and bouncing brilliantly, was pushed in and out of me by Cane’s relentless hand.

I couldn’t hold back a moan. Cane’s thrusts had slowed from deep to slow, leaving only the tip of the d*ldo moist at the entrance.

“I don’t think I’ve ever envied these tools before.”

I groaned and caught my breath. My whole body was limp. I winced and shuddered at the feel of the blunt d*ldo as it slid in and out of my opening, then in and out again.

“You’re kidding me, I thought my patience was pretty good, but… I’m getting a little tired.”

Cane pulled the d*ldo out of my p*ssy and slid it over to his bag. He stroked it gently over my smooth wet hole. My body stiffened at the touch as he stroked along my hole.

Thankfully, he removed his hand from my body.

He took the unlit devices and put them in his bag. I’m breathing heavily, completely exhausted, and I pull the blanket over me to cover myself. Cane stares at me, then pulls the blanket over me and presses down hard on the mark on my hip.

“Ah…ah…!”