Nuts and Knots

by ShuraShares (ao3)

As Doreen Green entered the room her MASSIVE chest breasted boobily in front her. In much the same way as how her MASSIVE tail Squirreled Girl-ily behind her a moment later.

And all she was wearing, besides the big, goofy smile on her face, were a pair of shoulder length, black, latex gloves on her hands, and a pair of thigh-high, black, latex socks on her feets. Feets. Plural.

Now, you might be asking yourself ‘why is the Very-Beat-Off-To-Able Squirrel Girl (Tony)-stark naked, save for kinkwear, in this random room that the author is intentionally being vague with the details about?’ And, well, I’ll tell you!

In everyone’s favorite, totally-real city in the Marvel Universe, New Yorkifornia, Canada, the local ‘Escape Room’ entertainment facility that closed down last summer has re-opened with an exciting new twist: it’s allllll kink-themed now!

Every room has been repurposed with some kind of fetish-fueled twist, and Doreen, once she had finished perrrrusing the additions and attractions online, knew EXACTLY which one she wanted to try, and RACED down to…to…

…Start signing signing a buttload of waivers…and pass a physical exam, and a flexibility test, and sign a consent-to-have-sex form, and get tested for allergies and diseases, and take a shower, and get suspended upside down in the air by a rope around her ankles in the dungeon, as a team of staff power hosed her cunt full of contraceptives and lubricant, her ass full of clean, warm, soapy water and disinfectants, and her mouth full of tooth paste, before they all nothing short of attacked her with toothbrushes.

All INCREDIBLY NECESSARY things done in DEFINITELY NECESSARY WAYS to ensure a safe, fun, liability-free, quality play session in the Dildo Escape Room™.

The very same room that Doreen Green was now standing in.

It was a seemingly empty, rectangular room with an orange ceiling and an orange floor, with (Tony)-stark, white walls.

Seemingly empty, but, as Doreen cleared the doorway, she noticed a grated floor drain off in the far corner.

Whatever could it have been foooorrr…cum! It was probably for all the cum, and drool, and sweat, and whatever other bodily fluids people leak while having the time of their lives in here. Or at least that’s what she assumed.

As the Squirrel Girl sauntered over to take a closer look at it, the door suddenly slammed shut behind her, and a white panel then immediately slid out from the frame to cover it. Blending in completely with the wall.

Doreen blinked as she watched it happen. The transition was so seamless that if she spun around in place she would be unable to find the spot where the door was again.

She wasn’t exactly surprised per se because, well, it WAS an ESCAPE room after all. Kinky shenanigans or not.

But she did feel a certain…tingly something between her legs as the reality sunk in. Causing that goofy smile of hers to intensify into a lower lip-bite of sexual fantasy fulfilment.

…Only for it to immediately turn back into a goofy smile again as she fell in love with the satisfying sound it made when the bottoms of her latex-socked feet slapped against the floor as she walked around the room.

Plap! Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap!

“Ahhhhh…latex is just the best! Ehehe~!”

Completely and utterly losing herself in her own little world in this little room that…hmm.

As Doreen’s gaze just so happened to absentmindedly wander upwards, so noticed the ceiling was juuuust low enough, or perhaps high enough if you’re a glass-half-full kinda person, where she could just barely touch it with the top of her head if she stood on her tippy-toes. Not her to be confused with her best friend, Tippy Toe, who is absolutely NOT meant for stepping on.

It was at this point, though, as Doreen’s gaze shifted back down from the ceiling, that her pretty little eyes spied what she assumed to be the eponymous dildo of the Dildo Escape Room™ mounted dead center on the nort…sou…eas…aw fuck. SHE HADN’T EVEN LASTED FIVE WHOLE MINUTES BEFORE COMPLETELY LOSING TRACK OF THE DOOR-WALL. AAAAAHHH!

But anyways, that wasn’t what was important right now. What was was the fact that that WAS the very same dildo that was advertised in the pics she saw online for the place, and…kind of the whole reason she was so excited to give this a go in the first place: a rubbery, fantasy sex toy whose shape was of a…canine persuasion.

A thick, floppy, throat-filling shaft followed immediately by a BULBous knot-structure.

Doreen couldn’t help but lick her lips looking at it. Just as her ‘lips’ below were almost instantly drooling and sticky in anticipation as she imagined taking it in her mouth.

Sure, she COULD have just bought one like this off of Slamazon to play with on her own time…but this dog-dick-dildo was part of an EXPERIENCE!

From the VERY MOMENT she had seen it in the assortment of promotional pictures on the website she was like: “Yep, I gotta give that a try!” Without even reading the blurb below the image.

Because everyone knows, just like movie trailers, all blurbs contain gratuitous spoilers!

That said, though, now that she was here, staring it in the face, at eye level, she didn’t quuuuite uh…know what to do now.

At least, she didn’t, until she noticed that juuuust below the dildo was a tiny little placard that read: “Start”. With another to the right, under a seemingly empty space of wall, labeled: “Finish.”

As she noticed this set of signage occupying the space below the dildo, Doreen saw that there was one above, too. Stretching all the way across. This one read “Hint: The answer is on the tip of your tongue…and along the rest of it too!”

That goofy smile of hers turned back into a lower-lip bite.

Doreen now had an…idea, to say the least, of how to solve the puzzle. That lip-bite transformed into a parting, with her upper lip and lower lip separating from each other as far apart from each other as wide as Doreen could manage to open her mouth. She drew near the exotic, erotic sex toy and brought the topside of her tongue to glide across the bottom of its textured shaft. Closing her eyes, losing herself in the moment as she slowly took it into her gaping maw. Feeling the weight on her lower jaw gradually grow heavier and heavier the more she took inside. The girth was steadily increasing more and more until it reached the point where her tongue was squishing against the floor of her mouth. Until…her lips butted up against the thiiiick bulb of rubbery goodness.

“Glua-AAOUERTTH…” Was the retch she made as the tip poked past the back of her mouth and into her throat after she streeeeeeeetched her jaw wide enough to start swallowing the knot whole.

Her latex-gloved fingers had been feverishly rubbing away between her legs all the while.

The knot was, quite literally, a bigger bite than she could chew. But thanks to the relatively squishy property of rubber, Doreen was able to gradually work it into her mouth. Bit by bit. Inch by inch.

Now, she wasn’t exactly a math whiz able to eyeball lengths on the fly, no matter how lengths she had pulled out of the flies of people’s pants, but if she had to guess, judging by how much material was already inside of her that she was delicately trying not to gag to death on, it was probably at least a foot long…before the knot.

The fact that increasing girth along the shaft was now starting to pin her uvula flatter and flatter against the roof of her throat as she worked along the knot was making that more than a little difficult.

“ULLLUUEERGH!”

Every so often she would FAIL at that endeavor preeeetty hard, with a noise erupting out of her plugged throat that people would be shocked to know she was even capable of making, followed by drool exploding absolutely everywhere down her chin, against the wall she was facing, and all over the floor below her.

…That drain on the floor was probably more for saliva than cum, now that she was thinking about it.

Doreen’s eyes crossed slightly…and then VERY hard as she approached and took in the fattest, thickest, roundest middle part of the knot. The push of her head that it took to finally stuff it inside caused a biiiit more of its length than she was expecting to suddenly slide in. Causing her simultaneously cum from her fingers and ALMOST pass out right there on the spot. Spattering the floor with even more kink-wrought fluids, almost as much from her absolutely soaked pussy in one expulsion as she had been spewing out of her mouth around the knotted dildo in her mouth this whole time.

She was half-conscious as the rest kind of just slid inside of its own accord now that the thickest part was in. Doreen really only snapped back to reality when she felt her lips suddenly close around the flared base of the knot that was attached to the wall. Which her nose was now hovering barely an inch away from.

The rubber monster was nestled nicely in her teeth…not that she could even pretend she could close her jaw now.

She tried to swallow.

“KUUEEHGHHRRGH!”

That was a mistake, one which had fluid coming out of both her nose AND past her lips this time.

If she had to guess, she now had at least, like, 17 inches of sex toy in her mouth and throat now. Doreen knew if she wasn’t careful she could actually suffocate like this. Either from passing out by not properly managing her now-only nostril breathing or by choking on her own drool and/or vomit.

But…still. Fuck this was hot.

A Squirrel Girl was at her absolute happiest when her mouth was absolutely PACKED FULL of nuts. Or ‘nut’ in this case. Singular. Rubber. Massive!

As she sucked in careful, calculated breaths through her nose, she kinda-sorta hoped there were secret cameras in the room so that she could watch the playback of her taking the whole thing like a champ later. To enjoy in…several different ways.

The sensation of it stretching her mouth and throat combined with her own imagination running wild picturing what her face looked liked right now all plugged-up made her arms subconsciously wander down below her waist until she was mushing her fingers against her clit as hard as she could flex them with the muscles in her hands.

“Mhuohhuohhuoh~”

This was fun and all, but after a few moments of seemingly nothing happening but the latex of her gloves smushing against her pussy hard enough and fast enough to get her off a few times in a row, she couldn’t help but wonder… “Now what?”

Maaaybbbbeeee…she had to take it allll the way back OUT of her mouth for it to count?

Seemed reasonable.

However, juuuuuust as Doreen started to apply pressure against the base of the bulbous structure in an attempt to slide her jaw back off of it, the knot started to…inflate.

“LUERRGH?! LUGHHEEGH! LUUEH-EUUEHGH-UUEGHHRRGHTHH!”

Panic rose in tandem with the bulb’s level of inflation. She had only just barely been able to get all of it into her mouth, and now it had expanded past the point where she could pull it back out. With seemingly no end in sight as to just how much it was going to inflate.

Doreen, with both of her latex-gloved hands flat against the wall, and her latex-thighhigh-socked feet dragging against the floor, struggled and strained and pulled and yanked as knot grew and grew and grew and grew inside of her mouth. Stretching her jaw to its absolute limit.

Her eyes began to cross after a moment, her vision starting to blur as she hadn’t exactly been focusing on breathing through her nose. The light-headed feeling eventually led to her struggles lessening until she was all but hanging limply from the dildo on the wall. Her gagging screammphs now mumbling gurgles by the time the knot finally stopped inflating.

And yet, it never quite got to the point where she felt like she was going to pass all the way out. On the contrary, the light-headed feeling was already starting to dissipate.

Now that she was still, calm, and thinking, Doreen realized she could ever so faintly feel something…thin and long protruding out past where the tip of the toy’s prickhead should have been in her throat. That was probably a breathing tube of some sort, feeding oxygen directly into her lungs.

It must’ve been, as her throat, let alone her mouth, was SO full of rubber right now that manual breathing was impossible.

A sense of shame briefly overcame her as she felt that she…maaaaaybe should have read that blurb now. Before the reality of the situation, that she was now STUCK on that inflatable, knotted, dog-dick-dildo her throat until further notice, hit her like a ton of bricks. This scenario was a perfect, complete form of bondage by itself. She was BEYOND helpless right now, even though her arms and legs were completely free!

She was already back to rubbing her pussy raw before she even realized what she was doing from how turned on she was. Just absolutely KNEADING her cum-button clit into oblivion between her latex fingers and thumbs as she shakily stood on wobbly knees slightly hunched over with her million-dollar POV of the wall directly in front of her.

Kinky thoughts and wild daydreams of being taken advantage of in this pose–in this situation–let her rub herself off quite a few more times before she sort of just slumped down to the floor, suspended by the knot in her jaw, out of exhaustion.

However, juuuuust as she was getting comfortable in her afterglow, well…as ‘comfortable’ as one can get with all of their weight resting on their neck as their head was tilted upwards at a 70 degree angle. The wall suddenly started to transform before her very eyes.

Not that she could particularly see most of what was happening, but from what little straining to the left or the right the dildo allowed for with its flexible, floppy form, Doreen saw that a LOT of line-shaped sections had receded into the wall in an incomprehensible pattern. Forming something like a path, or a railwa-

Doreen’s eyes widened as that thought hit her brain and she noticed that, from what she could see directly in front of her, there was indeed a section of newly-exposed path in the wall extending to the immediate left of where the dildo was currently mounted to…and another, separate path to the right. This one terminating juuuust above where the “Finish” sign was.

And then, while she was still mentally processing this revelation of kinky proportions she could scarcely imagine in even her wildest of BDSM fantasies, the dildo began to move with a sudden LURCH to the left that almost knocked Doreen right off her feet.

“LLHHMMM!” Was the new, now-HIGHLY muffled whimper that she made as she very quickly found that she WAS ALONG FOR THE RIDE with no say in the matter! She had to keep up or be dragged, because if she couldn’t get it back out of her mouth while it was firmly locked in place then didn’t have a ghost of a chance of getting it out while it was actively in motion!

Thankfully the dildo moved along its track in the wall at what Doreen would describe as a ‘moderate’ pace. But it wasn’t so much the speed it was going that concerned her, but rather the direction. As after a few moments of moving laterally, the track suddenly shifted downwards at the SHARPEST of 90 degree angle turns.

The Squirrel Girl soon found herself bending down so far forwards towards the floor that trying to stay standing quickly transitioned from being uncomfortable to almost impossible. So she started to get down on her knees, only to be met with the sensation of her arms and legs being restrained from several points.

She couldn’t really tell what had suddenly latched onto her, with her field of vision being limited to pretty much the section of wall directly in front of her as the dildo CONTINUED to move downwards. Yet, perhaps by a stroke of luck, or possible deliberate design by the room’s architect, Doreen could juuuuust barely see something out of the very edge of her peripheral vision. It appeared to be some sort of silvery… metallic…tentacle…tendril-like thing protruding from the wall. Its length extended past what she could see into the general direction where she felt something grabbing her right arm. And the restraint itself, well, all of the restraints she felt along her arms and legs, were soft and smooth as they held her, yet completely rigid and immovable.

She was kept standing there, stomach folded flat over her lap. Ass and all the way up in the air with her tail fluffing down against her naked back. The dildo’s path had actually traveled all the way down off the wall and onto the floor and, to Doreen’s surprise…stopped. Locking itself in place, and, consequently, Doreen’s face down at the level of her feet.

The cuff-wielding techno-tentacles were holding her arms by the wrists and elbows in a ‘box-tie’ position behind her back, and kept her feet spread as wide as they would go.

A blush crept over Doreen’s floor-ward face as she couldn’t possibly think of a more revealing, exposing, ‘accessible’ position that she could be made to assume.

“HNNNF!” Was the whimper she made as felt something big, round, and smooth press HARD into her clit. It only took a moment of it being pressed against her for her mind to recognize the shape as the head of a vibrating wand.

As Doreen was becoming well-acquainted with the particular spot of the floor she was attached to by the throat, she noticed that in the pathway was an LED screen. After a moment of her standing still like this, it flickered on. With the words: “Recite The Alphabet Backwards” appearing.

Doreen blinked incredulously for a moment, as her mind processed the information.

There didn’t seem to be a…time limit or anything. But, by that same token, the dildo wasn’t moving and the bondage wasn’t unbondaging as the seconds crawled by into a minute or two.

“..........Zuuooohh-OHHFFGHH!!!” Was her attempt to say the last letter of the alphabet, Z, through the throat-filling mouth-bulger, AND the subsequent noise of surprise she made as the vibrator turned on FULL. BORE. against her cum button the moment she did so with more force than she had ever felt from one source in her entire life.

“UURHHHH-RRHHH-HHHHHRRR-AAHHHFFFMM-MMNM-HNNNNNN!” She continued to moan and moan and twitch and tremble and jitter and shake as the apparently-INDUSTRIAL-STRENGTH vibrator BUZZED with a capital ‘B’! Her teeth started to actually hurt from how hard she was biting down on the squishy rubber in her mouth. She could almost feel her thoughts being vibrated right out of her fucking skull.

….For seven seconds.

In those seven seconds she came 13 times. Squirting so violently against the floor that the resulting puddle was almost over her toes.

“Hnff-nff-nff-hnff-hnff-hnff-nhff…” She panted through her nose. Not that she was actually able to draw breath through the dildo, but rather as a psychological response action her body involuntarily made for her to calm itself down.

When her heart had finally rolled back from the millions of MPH it had been beating at, Doreen Green knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that she had made…a good choice today. As the sweat pooling on her forehead started to drip down to the floor to join the mixture of cum and drool.

As a BDSM…nut, HEH, Doreen couldn’t get enough of the raw INTENSITY of what was happening to her, regardless of how much she felt like her heart was going to pound right out of her chest just moments prior. One need only look at the pussy drool coating every single latex inch of her legs in a glossy sheen of lubricative fluid to tell how unspeakably hot she was right now.

It was…a kinky kind of terror that permeated her mind as she mentally prepared herself to try and say “Y” next. She was 1/26th of the way there…until whatever the next activity would be at the next juncture along the rail system.

She had this. Yeah. Definitely.

She…almost made the mistake of trying to swallow again out of sheer nervousness.

“Uuuwoohh…” Was the best “Y”-sound she could mana- “HHHNNNNNNN!!!!!” Was the SCREAMMPH she made as the internal rotors of the toy so inescapably hard against her sopping wet cunt went from 0 to 1000 again in the blink of an eye.

Squirting, full-body-convulsions, screaming through rubber, heart rate spiking, seven seconds of heaven-hell-hellven.

Doreen felt herself inching closer to a higher plane of sadomasochistic sensation…before it turned off and she tumbled back down to earth again.

“HNNF. FFHN. NFHN. FFHN. FHF. NFF.”

“X” was next. And, as crazy as it was, she could feel herself start to get hooked on the feeling of her soul practically being vibrated right out of her bones…even though she thought she might actually die if she tried to say two letters in quick succession.

All the same, she began to struggle to enunciate once more through the mass of canine–cock shaped rubber in her hips and teeth and gums and throat:

“EHHHHHSSSSHHAUH….”

Was her best attempt at pronouncing the 24th letter of the alphabet. And her reward for trying so hard was the little LED screen on the floor flashing a BRIGHT red as it displayed the words: “‘S’ detected. Order broken. Administering punishment.”

“Hnn…? HHNHNNHNHFNFHHHNFNHFHNFHFHFNFHH!!!”

Every cell in Doreen’s body was lit on fire at once as the vibrating wand sent an electric shock directly through her clitoris at what had to have been the same level of output that it produced when it was ‘rewarding’ her with vibrations.

“NNFNFFFFHHNHFNFHNFHFHTTNFHNHN!” There was no moaning, just one, long, continuous screammph of incomprehensible pain-response-noise involuntarily erupting from her plugged-full-face.

And she continued to screammph well after it was over with each and every lungful of air that was auto-pumped into her. “HHHHNNNFFFHNHNFHFHNHnhnnnn….NNHFHFNFHFNHFNFHNNNNNN…..NNNNN….nnnn….”

And juuuust when she finally calmed down enough to recover, the text on the still-red screen changed to: “Start over from Z.”

Doreen just kind of…stared at it for a while. Unable to process the very clear directions just inches away from her nose. An indescribable mixture of horror, excitement, despair, and masochistic glee completely overwhelmed her as she read those four words over and over and over again. Before she finally tensed up her whole body and, shaking, shivering, trembling, she, as CLEARLY as her outstretched lips and pressure-spread teeth could manage, attempted to say “Zuh-zuh-zuh-zuh-uuu-eeeeee…?”

The red light went away and- “UURRRRHHHHHHHH!!!” She was promptly ‘rewarded’ with more orgasms.

–Time Passes–

Doreen Green proceeded to spend the next three straight hours climbing up and falling down the reverse-alphabet ladder. Her mistakes mispronouncing the letters stemming from the difficulty of trying to say it through the rubber knot in her mouth, from the nervousness of fucking it up causing her to fuck it up even harder, and from the sheer exhaustion of being folded shut like a clam while being on the receiving end of both pain and pleasure at levels beyond the comprehension of mere mortals, with the end in sight being so close yet SO. VERY. FAR. AWAY!

At some point both her mind and body completely lost the ability to tell the sensations apart between the mind-numbing pleasure of the vibrations and the screammph-inducing shocks being applied directly to her clitoris. So far down into subspace was she by the time she finally reached ‘A’ that there was no longer any difference between them, as she began to cum just as hard from the latter as she had from the former.

To enjoy something this intense, this merciless, this deliciously cruel from a masochistic perspective was part of what it meant to truly be ‘The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl.’ As her lips were still curling up into a smile around the rubber cock in her mouth as she got her rocks off again and again and again.

The fog of afterglow and the murky depths of subspace made it so that she didn’t even realize the dildo had unlocked from its position and had started to move again until she had been flipped head over heel and dragged halfway across the floor. The restraining tentacles had seemingly let go of her limbs at some point.

Though, from what straining glimpses Doreen could steal as she scuttled along the floor trying to keep pace with the monster in her mouth on wobbly knees and shaky hands, they were still THERE, just…not doing anything…for the moment…

She had a feeling that would change soon enough.

She had other, more pertinent matters to worry about at the moment, though, as the dildo was traveling around its track and she had to practically SCUTTLE along on all fours to keep up with it, or suffer being dragged.

Her latex-clad palms and latex-covered knees squeaked with every point of contact made with the floor.

Not that Doreen had EVER been able to see the whole track in its entirety, but it seemed like there was specifically a LOT of it on the floor for the sake of doing BDSM Subspace things to masochistic minds. After so many ups and downs and lefts and rights and forwards and backs and loops around she certainly did start to feel like a dog being led around on a leash, or, in her case, like a Squirrel-who-was-presently-not-part-Girl.

Especially as each and EVERY time she passed across a track line in the floor parallel to the one she was currently being led down her huge tits briefly sunk nipple-first down into the channel, only to immediately be PAINFULLY dragged back up over the ledge.

Every dip and pull of her titmeat caused a constant, consistent whimper of “hnn…hnn…hnn…hnn…”
to leak out of her plugged mouth and join the chorus as another instrument of the BDSM-noise symphony filling the air in the room alongside the latex squeaks of her hands and knees against the floor.

EVENTUALLY, after minutes and minutes and minutes and minutes straight of crawling around in circles, the path finally returned to the wall. The 90 degree turn transition was only SLIGHTLY excruciating until it ramped far enough up the wall that she was able to stand up straight for the first time in hou–it stopped half way.

The dildo stopped and locked in place about halfway up the wall, consequently locking Doreen herself at a harsh, 90 degree bend no matter how she struggled or strained her back and neck to accommodate.

“Huoughhhthh” was the whine she made as the reality sunk in that there was no escaping this very-deliberately-designed position of discomfort.

“HUOUUGHHGHGHTGHFF!” was the whine she made as she felt the cuff-tipped tentacles latch onto her wrists once more and pulled them both backwards and upwards until she was FORCED to assume the strappado-torture position. With two more cuffs pulling her legs apart by the ankles to act as an impromptu spreader bar once more for good measure.

As Squirrel Girl suspected, there was indeed another instruction-bearing LED screen. This one simply said “Count to 50.”

First the alphabet, now numbers? Doreen was glad the skills she had learned in 1st grade were up to snuff to pay these BDSM bills. But this time there was no vibrator or anything of the like pressed up against her privates. So what on earth could she be counti-

*WHAP!*

“OGGGHHH!”

The answer swiftly came in the form of a sudden collision of mass against both of her enormous ass cheeks at once. Sending a rippling wave reverberating throughout her whole body. She had just been spanked by a long, wide, rectangular paddle presumably wielded by a tentacle FAR out of her line of sight.

The strike had hit her with enough force that Doreen was sure that if it were a baseball instead of her ass, it would have been a home run, and then some.

As the pain sizzled and burned and stung for more than a few lingering seconds, she could very keenly feel the outline of a PERFECTly-centered, rectangle-shape of red flesh adorning her ass now across both halves of her ass.

Enough power to make her see white spots in her vision, combined with literal machine-precise accuracy…

Doreen almost made the mistake of attempting to swallow yet again from the unholy mixture of FEAR and EXCITEMENT roiling up in the pit of her stomach as she now knew what she was counting.

“Uuwhhahn…” She murmur-mumbled the number ‘1,’ the first of her spanks, through the 17 inches of rubber she was nursing.

But no sooner did the muffled noise leave her semi-permanently drooling lips that Doreen suddenly found herself wondering how the concepts of ‘reward’ and ‘punishment’ would apply here. Because…well…9 out of 10 subs would say that BEING spanked in a BDSM setting like this was its own reward.

That said, though. the LED screen didn’t…SEEM to be turning red. That was good right? Right…?

A bead of nervous sweat traveled across Doreen’s forehead and dripped down onto the dildo. NOTHING was happening. Time was passing. Slowly. She started to fidget in place as the ache of the strappado she was being held in began to REALLY sink in.

Enough time passed that Doreen started to wonder if her vocal input had even registered, and if she should try agai-

*WHAP!*

*OGGHHHH!!!”

Doreen nearly jumped out of her skin SCREAMMPHing in equal parts shock and pain this time. Absolutely blindsided by the impact.

“T-t-tooueh…..?” Doreen nervously stammered ou-

*WHAP!*

“OOGHH!!! THUHEEE!!”

*WHAP!*

“H-H-HOOOUUUREEEOOOFFUUUGH!!”

*WHAP-WHAP-WHAP!*

“FAIGH-THEUWIX-THAUGVAHNNNNN-HNNNNOUGHH!!”

Her whole body was with dripping with sweat as it twitched and trembled in the grip of tentacles forcibly posing her for torture.

She had bitten down so hard on the rubber knot in her mouth that she was starting to get worried that she wouldn’t be able to dislodge it even if it were deflated now.

And then, after just the briefest of pauses on the assault on her ass. The paddle touched her again.

“EEEEAAAIGHHHH…HAGH….hagh….ohm…”

She had preemptively SCREAMMPHED the moment she felt the surface of the paddle press into her spanked-fire-engine-red ass, only to realize…that was all it had done. Lightly pressed, barely touched down, faintly brushed up against.

Something broke in her brain as she pieced together what was happening: the spanking program the tendrils had was sophisticated enough to…mess with her. In exactly the same way a real, living, breathing master or mistress might tease her–play with the fact that she can’t see it coming–keep her guessing in suspense!

She hadn’t been fucked with THIS hard by a machine since…since…since that one time Ultron infected her sybian…while she happened to be in the middle of riding it!

Doreen began to shiver and shake anew as all expectation went out the window. She was c o m p l e t e y at the mercy of…of…OF RNG! Time between, level of force, number of strikes in successio–

*It touched her again*

“OOOGGHHH!!!”

More Times Passes

By the time Doreen had counted to “Fafhah,” every inch of skin between the bottom of the base of her tail to the reverse side of her knees was a continuous line of perfectly-centered RED that spanned the width of her hips. The paddle had hit her F I F T Y times with the accuracy of a printerhead set to ‘Center Align’ on a sheet of paper.

Even on the microscopic level, not a fraction of a fraction of an inch of unmarked skin along the SpankZone™ of her palm-engulfing, face-smothering, lap-devouring, cock-swallowing ass remained.

Even with the way Doreen’s eyes were glazed over, and with how her body was slumped limp against the grip of her strappado bonds keeping her so horrendously bent over, if there was any doubt at all that she was the kind of girl–the kind of Squirrel Girl–who could get off from impact play, then one need only look at the floor for the evidence of her masochism-wrought arousal. Every strike of the paddle had sent everything that had leaked and squirted and waterfalled down from her pussy to coat her thighs and legs in glossy girl cum flying absolutely everywhere behind her like the spread pattern of a shotgun.

That, and, well, the fact that she had not even once tried to use her tail to protect her now-unspeakably-sore ass.

Now that the paddle-based ordeal–the horrible, wonderful, awful, fetish-fantasy-dream-come-true-–had concluded, Doreen was, once again, so far adrift in the sea of subspace that she didn’t notice when the tentacle let her arms and legs go. It was only when the dildo started to move again that she snapped back to reality.

It moved up, as if to finish the ascent it had made before, before moving a ways to the right.

She was now standing at a comfortable height. No strain on her neck. No bending her back. Standing flat on her feet. And the dildo itself even stopped after just a few feet, as opposed to leading her around in circles for like half an hour like before to get to the next junction with an LED screen.

It was…being oddly nice. Which made Doreen SUS-picious. Sussquirrelly Baka!

Especially as she noticed that this screen was just…a liiiiittle bit higher up on the junction-space than the others before it.

She wasn’t even kept waiting in suspense for very long, as a moment later the screen turned, revealing the words: “Masturbate to the pretty creature you see before you.”

And just as Doreen had read those words, the panel in the wall below the screen slid to the side to reveal…a mirror.

D’awww shucks. It called her pretty! Ehuhuh~!

But as Doreen was gushing and blushing over that, she started to r e a l l y take in the sight of herself. She hadn’t been expecting her wish to see her own face from before to actually be granted, let alone DURING the session.

GOODNESS GRACIOUS! With way that knot-nut was puffing out her cheeks, and how her mouth was and HAD BEEN kept propped open so that there was a permanent strand of drool cascading down her lower lip was just about the lewdest thing she had ever seen in her gosh dang old life. Even the sweat on her forehead and the frizzing of her hair had that sexy ‘BDSM slave being thoroughly put through her paces’ kind of look to it.

It turned her the fuck on.

Her outstretched lips stuck half-closed, or, again, half-open if you’re a glass-half-full kind of person, were almost involuntarily straining to curl up into a smile as a rosy blush spread across her puffed-out cheeks.

Doreen blindly reached for the space between her legs that was so sopping wet now that it was FRICTIONLESS as began to knead and press the black tips of her latex fingers.

And just as Doreen had started to be a good girl and pet her pussy as instructed, so too did a gloved hand suddenly begin to pet her head.

It spooked her a little at first, what she assumed to be one of the tendrils operating a robotic hand encased within a soft, thick, cotton glove. But she quickly leaned into it, well, as much the knot in her mouth rooting her to the wall would allow at least, when she felt just how gentle and soothing and caring and loving it was. Running its fingers through her hair, patting and petting from forehead to neck in nice, slow strokes, and massaging her great, big squirrel ears with just the right amount of scritch-pressure!

More cotton-gloved hands soon joined, petting and patting away all over her body. Rubbing her shoulders, squishing her breasts, flicking and tweaking her nipples with their fuzzy fingers, squeezing her sore, red, worked-over ass so hard she squeaked through the dildo in her mouth.
They gave s p e c i a l attention to her massive, bushy tail. With no less than five of them fluffing and brushing the bulk of it, while two in particular gripped and poked and rubbed and touched the base of it on her lower back.

Doreen’s toes curled as she felt the gloved-tendrils forcibly spread her ass cheeks and touch the wet-from-lubrication tip of buttplug against her twitching asshole. Slipping inside with barely any resistance. Which said one of three things: they had some QUALITY lube here at the escape room inventory, that so much of her own pussy juice had ended up splashed back against her fuckhole from all 50 strikes of paddle spanking that it pre-lubed, or that Doreen was just that much an anal-trained FREAK that anyone and anything that wanted to get inside of her need only ask nicely. (It was probably the lattermost.)

The surprise of rotors inside of the buttplug made Doreen’s vision go blurry when it turned on. The vibrating anal toy made her orgasm SO, so easily now with just a handful of mushing touches to her sex button.

“Hhnnn-nnn-nn-nnnnn-NNNN-NNNHHHNHN-HNNNHHHN!” Her eyes squeezed shut as m u l t i p l e of the thick, cotton-fuzzy fingers found their way inside of her pussy and began to stimulate her that way as well. With rubbing and spreading and squishing and thrusting. They were comforting, cunforting, and cumforting.

Her eyes became lidded as the bliss of orgasm washed over her again and again and again. Her shoulders relaxed while her fingers tensed and untensed and her toes curled and uncurled.

She wasn’t keeping count of her orgasms. She wasn’t really thinking about anything at all. Doreen was in the moment, and the moment lasted…and lasted…and lasted. Ever so graaaadually tapering off into a warm, comfy stop. And there was even a fair bit of down time for her to come back to her right mind to boot before the dildo began to move again along its track.

That was one of the most genuinely nice, warm, cuddly, fuzzy experiences Doreen had had in years! …And it was immediately followed up, literally, by the dildo travelling upwards…upwards…and upwards until it made a SHARP, 90 degree turn onto the ceiling.

“Hau-HAUSHHLLAUUGH! HAAAUUGHHHFFLLERRRGHH!” Was the escalation of noise Doreen made as her point of view was escalated towards the ceiling.

The dildo that was both her gag and her bondage all in one had her stepping on her tippy toes now, lest the entirety of her body weight rest SOLELY on her knot-lodged jaw.

The tippy toes of her feet, mind you. The real Tippy Toe was enjoying a spa day at home, with a little tray of little nuts at her side. While Doreen was here, enjoying The Big Nut™, from which she was currently dangling.

Doreen struggled to properly tiptoe after it as it moved along its track on account of the fact that she couldn’t exactly look down at her feet. Either she was too slow and getting dragged, or fumbling and stumbling from trying to move too quick…and ending up getting dragged anyways for all her effort.

And every time Doreen got dragged she progressively felt juuuuuust a little more light-headed.

Not that she was in danger of suffocating, since tube poking out of the tip of the toy in her throat was providing oxygen to her lungs.

It was more that the weight on her windpipe was putting a squeeze on her circulation every time it happened. And Doreen was desperately doing ‘Squirrel Girl Shuffle™’ because she believed that to be true. Buuuuuut…in reality…there was an automatic, emergency release that would kick in if she dragged for too long. Something else she WOULD have known if she had read the blurb!

Her loss, or masochistic gain if, for a third time, you’re a glass-half-full kinda person.

So…no REAL danger, just suffering. For fun! As a treat.

A treat with a second, hidden flavor, as every misstep she made that resulted in her hanging from the dildo in her mouth like a caught fish was punished with an involuntary muscle spasm in her body that caused her buttocks to CLENCH. DOWN. on the buttplug that the tendrils had probably purposefully left slotted inside of her.

A delicious bit of masochistic peril accentuated by one additional factor: her drool. She had been drooling nonstop for HOURS now around the knot separating the halves of her jaw. And while a lot of it had indeed flowed to the grated drain, the saliva ceaselessly pouring down her lower lip was trailing down her neck, through the valley of her massive bosom, accumulating slightly in her belly button, and joining the juices of her pussy before it either slipped down her legs and made her latex-socked feet themselves slick and slippery, or just dripped down directly from her cunt and onto the floor RIGHT where she was trying to blindly tiptoe along.

So, just as with her nipples catching each and every single railway edge on the floor, the room was filled with two telltale sounds of BDSM: the soft squeaking of toes in latex socks plapping, slapping, and sometimes slipping against a hard-surface floor wetted with puddles of saliva, and the frequent, highly-specific “HEUGHKFF! HEUGHKFF! HEUGHKFF!” noise that Doreen makes when she loses her footing and chokes on a dildo and squeezes down on a buttplug so hard it makes her see white spots in her vision all at the same time!

Her vision, which consisted of…the ceiling.

Which was another point of interest. Doreen had no idea where she actually was in the room right now. She hadn’t quite been focusing on keeping track of her mental map of the room as she was a little busy pioneering a new genre of music called ‘Gagstep.’ She had no idea where she was in relation to the drain, where the track was going, how close or far she was to the walls, or even what direction she was going in.

Until there was a sudden 90 degree turn in the track.

“HUUUEGHKKFF!”

Doreen grunted half in pain, half in surprise. It wasn’t a turn off of the ceiling onto the wall, just a turn. The surprise, in addition to making her lose her balance and gag so hard her eyes crossed, also caused her to accidentally kick the wall.

Soooo…she was traveling next to the wall now. Ok. Mkay. To what end? Tooooo. what. end?

To the end of the current straight line of track she was on before it turned!

“HUUUEGHKKFF!”

This time, though, as Doreen’s legs were all but swept from under her by the momentum, she found that the wall was a little bit…farther than it was before. She still inadvertently bumped it with the side of her foot, but just barely.

So…now she was going down in a straight line again unti-

“HUUUEGHKKFF!”

The next turn.

This time, though starting to feel a little loopy from having her neck being the fulcrum point of her whole body when it swings, Doreen didn’t feel the wall at all.

Leaving her to conclude that she wasn’t just going in circles, well, technically SQUARES, but she was, in fact, spiraling towards the center of the room one-

“HUUUEGHKKFF!”

…at a time.

Oh fuck.

With the distance between-

“HUUUEGHKKFF!”

-turns getting shorter each loop until

“HUUUEGHKKFF! ...HUUUEGHKKFF! …HUUUEGHKKFF! …HUUUEGHKKFF! …HUUUEGHKKFF!”

She had reached the exact middle of the room, where the ceiling-traveling dildo in her mouth FINALLY came to a stop.

“HNNN…HNNN…HNN…hnn…hnn…HNN…HNN…hnn.” Doreen whined, at last being allowed to stand still again. Still standing on the tips of her toes, but she still thought of this as a ‘break’ all the same.

A break that ended all too quickly as the LED screen lit up a moment later: “Step 1 of 2: Swallow.”

“HAAUGH?!” Doreen’s eyes went WIDE. Her mind was utterly consumed by the question: “Swallow what? Swallow what? Swallow what? SWALLOW WHAT?!”

The matter of ‘how’ was made apparent in the next couple of seconds as she felt the knotted dildo start to…rumble in her mouth and throat.

And then the ‘nut’ in her mouth started to…nut.

“HHHUUOUUOUOEEERRLLEERGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG!!!” Was the muffled, screammphing noise that she made as cum started to firehose down through the sex toy. Apparently that particular spot in the ceiling was a spigot connected to a reservoir of some kind.

“LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG!!!” Just as much was going down her gullet as there was EXPLODING back out of her lips and nose. Unbeknownst to her until this very moment, the rubbery material of the knot-ball was purposefully perforated. Allowing her the privilege of actually being able taste the cum on with tongue even though the tip was GUSHING the majority straight down the back of her throat…at the cost of it backfiring uncontrollably past her outstretched lips and pool up until it was spraying out of her nasal channel.

Proving Doreen right: the drain in the floor WAS mostly for cum!

“LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG-LERRGG!!!!!”

Her belly began to distend after a moment or two of nonstop swallowing. And delicately maintaining her balance was about the furthest thing from her panicking mind.

Not to worry, though, as the tendrils returned with more gear and toys to ‘help’ her with that, as she swallow-swallow-swallow-swallow-swallowed for dear life.

They wrenched her latex-thighigh-socked feet up into the air and pressed latex moulds around them, which sealed shut with a pneumatic hiss. Disengaging a few moments later, and letting Doreen stand up on her newly ballet-booted legs. Whose permanently en-pointed ends elevated her juuuuust enough that her body weight was now completely off her neck…and on her big, now-twice-encased toes.

Her shoulder-length, latex-gloved hands were given a similar mould-pressing treatment that resulted in them being bondage-mittened FLAT and useless. Not that they weren’t largely already in this situation where no amount of pulling would get her off the dildo until it deflated.

But in addition to the flattening mittens, a metal yoke with three loops was closed around her wrists and neck next. Locking them in place at roughly the level of her shoulders. No more masturbation for her!

But not to worry, as her gushing pussy would be receiving a friend of its own for company on this last stretch of the journey in the form of a womb-kissing-length, ribbed dildo on the business end of a chastity belt plate. Which was assembled and screwed together in real time around her hips and waist, between the divide of her ass and keeping her cheeks separated, wrapping under her perineum, pressing the soft, squishy surface of a rubbery, vibrating nub directly against her clitoris as it was sealed shut.

The pussy plug and the clit nub turned on immediately after the belt was locked at that same, industrial strength level of vibration that had made Doreen lose her mind cumming before…and left on.

Causing those swallowing ‘LERRGG’ noises of hers to transform into longer ‘LUUEEUUUUOOUUUOUUHHNNNNERRGG!!!!!!’s with an increase in pitch so high it could break glass.

Lastly, a blindfold harness was brought to bear against her head. But as it was being loop and laced tight enough across the entire circumference of her skull to make her wince, Doreen saw the text on the LED screen update: “Step 2 of 2: You are now going to manually move the dildo on your own to the very end of the track. The buttplug will emit an electric shock if it doesn’t detect movement after three seconds.”

She only got to read the whole thing once before the ‘blindfold’ part of the harness was brought down across her eyes.

She had read the words with her eyes, but they weren’t processing in her brain.

All of her effort was going to swallowing as fast as she could to avoid drowning. And that was almost IMPOSSIBLE now with the toys driving her orgasm by the second.

She was cumming almost as hard as the dildo was nutting!

That said, though, as a few moments passed after Doreen was locked into her own little world of sensory-deprived darkness, she felt the flow begin to taper off. Taper off. Taper off. Until it was down to the last few drips and then nothing.

“Haa-aaa-aaa-aa-aughh…ulllrrerhh…” She sighed in relief mixed with the feeling of she was going to throw up at the slightest jostle of her distended belly chocked ABSOLUTELY FULL of someone, possibly MANY someone’s cum…as she writhed ceaselessly in place from the orgasm hell the toys in and on her cunt were putting her through. Causing her to jostle her own belly nonstop and she violently shook and shook and shook and shook.

And yet, now that the force-feeding was over. Her mind now had juuuuuust enough space for her to register just how hellish the sensation of the position the ballet boots were keeping her feet in was.

Not that she was particularly given a lot of time to ‘enjoy’ that exquisite pain, as a moment later she felt the dildo go *KERCHUNK* like some kind of mechanism had turned over behind the wall where she couldn’t see. Well, couldn’t have seen even before she was blindfolded.

………..Wait. What was that last instruction agai-

*BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT*

“HHHUUAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHFFFFNNNNNNNN!!!”

Doreen immediately started to jerk and strain and stamp her feet against the now-VERY wet, practically tractionless floor desperately trying to get the buttplug to turn off-off-off-off-off-off-OFFFFFFFF!!!

Eventually LURCHING forwards a few feet along the track in a burst of movement that…all but completely exhausted her strength.

The buttplug did, in fact, turn off.

But now Doreen had to deal with the fact that the dildo in her mouth was…surprisingly weighty to move. She had taken it for granted that it had been moving of its own automated accord, and trying to shove it forward with her neck in this awkward position was reeeealllly putting her to her squirrelly limits.

She kept on trucking, though. Even though she was slipping on both drool AND cum now, and stumbling every other step from one set of 5-orgasms bursts wracking her body all at once or another.

With all that said, though, she was still kind of hung up on the blindfold thing. Why? She couldn’t see her feet anyways. What purpose did it serve? Was it just for aestheti-

“HUUUEGHKKFF!” The answer came as SHARPLY and SUDDENLY as the turn at the end of this particular stretch of straight track.

It was to fuck with her sense of direction.

Which way did the track turn?

She had come to a complete stop.

She only had three seconds!

UHH! UM! UH! UHHH! UMM!

Right or left? Right or left?! RIGHT OR LE-

*BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT*

“HHHUUAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHFFFFNNNNNNNN!!!”

Doreen started to blindly thrash her head to the left! Left! LEFT! LEFT-LEFT-LEFT-LEFT-LEFT-R-R-RIGHT! TO THE RIGHT!

The turn went to the right, and once again Doreen charged forward with so much of her strength that she felt like she was going to pass out by the time the buttplug finally stopped shocking her.

“Hnnnnnn…” She whined, bemoaning her fate…and from the fact that was probably the hardest she had ever come in her entire life just now holy fuck ow her legs were never going to recover from this more please.

Such is the plight of the masochist.

Such was the flight of Doreen Green. As the track led her all over the room again.

Not that she could see, but by the time she FINALLY, blindly moved the dildo back down a sharp, 90-degree turn onto the wall again, she felt like she had occupied every, single, individual unit of space there was to stand in in the room while her head was tilted all the way up towards the ceiling for maximum cruelty.
She felt like she was going to die.

She had never had so much fun.

Now that she was FINALLY allowed to, blindly, have her head tilted towards the wall at a reasonable elevation that didn’t make her look like a skewered squirrel on someone’s pike for lunch, Doreen hoped beyond hope that the end was within, well…’sight,’ as she did indeed remember that the ‘Finish’ plague was both ON the wall, AND at the end of a track moving leftwards. Which happened to be the lateral direction she was moving

And, for once, she was absolutely correct. Her journey was almost over…save for a series of TWELVE up-and-down zigzags she had to navigate. The first of which stopped her short with a nice and loud: “HUUUEGHKKFF!” As she slammed into the turn at full, blind speed and S C R A M B L E D to figure out before the buttplug went off.

She was grateful that, at the very least, the track didn’t let her go backwards. As each section closed as she passed. Although, that probably-definitely wasn’t so much out of mercy as people had probably FAILED so hard in testing that sessions were lasting too long for them to make money on the escape room. Despite the fact that she had been in her for HOURS.

Doreen navigated and moved and stepped and stumbled and came and drooled and FRUITLESSLY strained against the metal yoke around her wrists and neck until she finally, suddenly ““HUUUEGHKKFF!”’d right into the end of the track. Panicking with whimpers and mewls as she could seem to find which way the track turned as all four directions seemed to be blocked off…until she realized that she was at the end.

Upon that realization, she felt her adrenaline sharply decline to the point she was trying out a way to kneel down, only to discover her ballet boots were simply too rigid for her to bend her knees in any way.

Thankfully, though, she felt something playing at the back of her neck, which turned out to be a tendril removing the blindfold.

When it was off, Doreen found herself face-to-face, or rather eyes-to-text of the final LED screen: “We hope you have enjoyed your session. You may keep the toys and gear on and in your person as souvenirs. Be sure to leave us a review on Gargle. Have a nice day!”

A few more moments passed and Doreen heard another *KACHUNK* in the wall behind the dildo.

She barely had time to blink before it started to then extend out of the wall. Causing her a slight panic, until she saw that it was all just as floppy, and thereby allowing her to gently, softly, finally, descend to the floor and get off her feet for the first time since she had started.

And, once she had been laid down, the dildo started to deflate.

“.....leeeeeeuuuurrghhhhhffffaaalleeeerrruuugghhh…” Doreen noised, eyes squeezed shut as the knotted, rubber dildo was slowly pulled out of her mouth and throat.

Although, as it draaaaaagged against her uvula, that really the last straw for her gag reflex.

Not even a fraction of a nanosecond passed after the dildo has cleared her lips befor-

“LEUUUURRGHH! LLEEEEEERRRRRGGHHHHH! LLLLLEEEEEEEEGHHHHH!!!!!”

Doreen sucked in her knees and started to empty the ‘cumtents’ of her stomach. Like gallons of milking bursting, oozing, white liquid exploded out of her mouth and nose, SLAPPING against the floor like the ocean lapping the beach.

“LLEEUUG-AAAAH!! AAHH! Ahh!! Hah! …ahh…hah….mmmm. Guh. Fuck. Mmm. Oh guh…LEEUGH…hahhh…”

Doreen slowwwwwllly regained her composure. Most of was out of her system by the time she had stopped heaving. That was FAR too much ‘nut’ even for The Squirrel Girl.

Although, what remained DID give her a warm, fuzzy feeling in the core of her stomach, as she contently lied there, in the blissful afterglow of a thousand, THOUSAND orgasms. Twitching and trembling and shuddering every so often as natural flexes and relaxations of her body reminded of just how stuffed both of her holes were right now, as she worked and worked and worked and worked her jaw.

Which, eventually, inevitably caused her to get…horny again after a while.

She was still yoked, so she couldn’t even reach for her cunt, even if it weren’t sealed behind a T-shaped band of steel chastity.

Horny. Horny. Horny.

Fuck.

Haaagh….

Doreen looked to her side and noticed that the door had been revealed once more, and was now open.

She was in the middle of contemplating just how embarassing/pain in the ass it was going to be to walk home yoked and ballet-booted, and was thinking of maybe-possibly-perhaps getting down on her knees and begging one of the staff to let her out of this stuff…or, barring that, unlock the belt and rub her off with the promise of a blowjob in reciprocation, when…her eyes just so happened to land on the knotted, rubber dildo again.

It had made it back all the way back to its starting position when she wasn’t looking.

Uh…

Um…

Doreen was reminded of when she went to the movies when she was a teenager and kind of just…stayed after the end, and continued to stick around until it restarted for the next time slot and then…just kinda…watched the whole thing again.

Was…was this like that?

C-could she?

Doreen was already across the floor, on her feet, and stranding with the dildo at mouth level before she realized what she was doing.

“N-no. I couldn’t I SHOULDN’T. I…”

She swallowed again as she eye the floppy fuck-thing.

“Ehehehehe…wellll…maybe just oooone more go. I’ll just…pay extra if they make a fuss. Aaaaaahhlooommmmmmnhnhnh~” She muffledly giggled as she reached the knot in no time and began to devour her new-favorite ‘nut’ in the whole wide word.

However, as she was working it into her mouth, getting most of the way there, a thought occurred to her: “What um…what was the system going to do to her since she was still wearing the gear from the last session?

Some of the Computer Science Degree brain cells in her noggin were still intact! And she perused them to conclude that the failsafes would probably just have the tendrils press the vibrator up against the belt, detect an obstruction, and just move along to the next activity in the queue.

She would probably still get paddled within an inch of her life. And the gear putting-on during the cum-drinking sequence would be attempted, fail, and be a non-issue. So she, worry-free, slipped the knot back into her mouth.

Unbeknownst to her, however, the chastity belt, as it kept the halves of her asscheeks spread, also had a ring set up against her anus. This ring…allowed access to buttplug so the wearer could pull it out after they got home. Where the keys to the belt itself would be mailed later.

Something…ELSE she would have known if she had just read that gosh-darn blurb!

So. If the ring was big enough for the buttplug to be pulled out, it was, therefore, ALSO big enough for…another to be forcibly pushed into.

A horrendous consequence waiting down the line for Doreen that she would neeeever see coming…until she was cumming her brains out with a double-stuffed asshole.

Horrendous, or perhaps a delight for a true masochist. If you’re a half-glass-full kinda person.