The House Ch. 03

She can feel it coming, and it hurts so bad with her pussy stretched so wide - the walls of her cunt feel like their almost tearing themselves on the stretching speculum as the impending orgasm builds. The spoon crushes deep into her, and the growing ripple of cramps seems to collide with the other sensations, and she screams, her anus clenching and unclenching around his raping cock as he fucks her asshole over and over, as he flicks her clit faster and faster.

"Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" They're both shouting together and she's thrashing in her cuffs, and he lets out a deep grunt, she feels an eruption of heat deep in her ass as he slams in a final time, coming hard, and the tip of the spoon stabs her cervix dead on, triggering another wave of horrible cramps. And then he grabs her clit, pinching it, pulling it, even as he grinds his pelvis, moving the spoon, jetting hot cum deep in her gut, and she goes off the edge, screaming, howling, swearing, coming so hard she feels like her cunt will crush the speculum inside it.

And then they are both still, breathing hard, their sweat and fluids mixing, something old and timeless permeating the twisted ritual that preceded it.

He sits up, pulling his cock out. Pulls out the spoon - and drops it, carefully, into another vial. Closes and removes the speculum. Stands up - stands back - looks her over. Strolls to his laptop, peers at the numbers, looks back at her again.

"Not bad," He grants, nodding slightly. "Not bad."

She lies there, completely unable to process what has just happened, as he packs his items back into his bag, folds up his laptop. He walks as if to leave, and then pauses and looks back at her.

"I'll bring you some soup," he says, turning and walking out the door.