LOLA'S Best Life - Extract

© DrkFetyshNyghts 2019

 

Lola screamed again as the appendage crushed into her colon inside and as it opened her up more and more. There would come a time when the muscles, her anal muscles would give up and just break. That was what they would do, they would simply 'break.' And function no more. "You know Lola, you're getting the pain because your anal muscles haven't broken yet. Once they break then those spasms of pain won't be there anymore." And Greta was filtering in this information at the same time that she was torturing Lola. And this was the ying and the yang of Greta. She was torturing her but she was keeping her informed as well. And it wouldn't take Lola long to work out that she wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not, for her to actually know what Greta was doing and what her objectives were. To hear about her anal muscles 'breaking' sounded unimaginably horrific. But then again knowing that when that did happen there would be no more of the kind of pain she was feeling right at this time was of small comfort to her. Greta swiped the remote control to intensify the pleasure between Lola's legs and the effect was immediate. The effect was always immediate. And to an extent that effect took away at least some of the pain. But the expansion inside her was not switched off. She was getting pain and pleasure at the same time and now there was no telling which was which and that was written across Lola's distressed face.

Eventually the expansion was turned off and that made everything so much tighter and 'fuller' for Lola. It took some getting used to each and every time she was stretched and expanded inside. And she had to get used to that pressure on the bend in her colon. That pressure became a permanent feature of her suffering. When the expansion inside her hadn't been so great, there was no pressure on her colon. But now that the colon had been touched, and pressed, it was there and there was no getting rid of it. She would adapt to the added volume in her, but not so much to that pressure on her colon. "You'll recognise this whore. It's the bag of your whore juice. And it's recycle time. You know in this day and age, nothing should be wasted, everything must be recycled. And for you this means that you will drink and consume your juices because they are not something that we can send to landfill because whore juice has its own toxicity that only YOU deserve to consume." Greta coming across as some kind of eco warrior was as bizarre as it was disturbing. But Lola had learned how to isolate words, and tones and nuances. She had learned that since she met Greta. And now she would have been isolating the fact that she was expected to consume her own collected, harvested sexual juices, and she didn't quite know what to make of that. She couldn't process it at first but the sexual pleasure between her legs was helping her with that - and it was right, only a whore like her deserved to drink her own whore juice.

Consuming deliberately, her harvested juices should have horrified her to the limits but it didn't. Because she was being so aroused again, because she had been brought back into 'that' head space again there was this willingness to consume her own bodily fluids in this way. There was more than a willingness to do it - there was this absolute craving to do just that. "Yes, yes please Greta, yes please." And those words were hissed all breathy from between her rosebud lips. And Greta smiled. This time she smiled that toothy smile of hers. That one that made her slightly resemble someone who had a mouthful of fangs. "I thought you'd say that Lola. In fact I was pretty sure that you would do exactly that." And there was this trembling to the rig that Lola was on. A trembling in the sling and the arm binder. And this trembling in her upper legs, her very upper thighs as she was contending with what Greta was doing to her. The fact that she was dribbling from her rosebud lips before Greta even offered the cut open bag of whore juice was testament to the expertise of Greta.

This wouldn't be something one human being would do to another at any time in their lives. But if it was to be done - if one human being had to, or needed to do this to another then Greta would be the benchmark of expertise required. By the time Lola was sucking that juice of her's into her mouth, by the time she was tasting and swallowing it, she was also craving it to be in her digestive system. To Lola in this state, in this sexual state, there was nothing too dirty, or too kinky for her and Greta turned up the pleasure slightly. She wanted to see and hear Lola feeding off her own whore juices hungrily and needily and this is what she did. She sucked the whole bagful into her mouth making sure she tasted it, and herself and then she swallowed. She did that until the bag was empty and then she licked her lips as more whore juice oozed from the chastity device. It was like she wanted more. Like she was craving more. And already Greta had another bag ready to strap to Lola's thigh. Greta was camping in for a long long stint. She could sense the end game.