Lily's Delusion

Lily steps into the room and the floor tilts. She knows this bed, these straps, the smell of latex and alcohol. Mark Davis and Bobbi Starr wait in their whites, already unbuttoning her shirt. They shove her face-down, yank her wrists behind her, cinch the leather tight until her shoulders burn. The first slap lands across her bare ass; the second follows before she can breathe. Mark works a fat acrylic plug between her cheeks, twisting until the widest part pops inside. Bobbi stuffs a red ball gag between Lily’s teeth and buckles it hard at the nape. They flip her onto her back, spread her legs in steel stirrups, and the examination begins. Fingers, then the whole fist, stretch her cunt until her stomach jumps. Water pours from a hose across her chest and between her thighs while the plug stays seated, cold and unrelenting. Every time Lily’s hips buck, another cane stripe lands on the undersides of her thighs. Mark unzips and drives into her ass beside the plug; Bobbi holds her throat and counts the strokes. The room echoes with wet sounds, leather creaking, and Lily’s muffled cries through the gag. When they finally pull the plug free, she comes hard around Mark’s cock, shaking and dripping while the doctors watch, already planning the next round.