Cute perhaps? I couldn’t get past the idea of this going inside of me. How would it even fit? With a shiver, I slid my legs shut, well aware the wet there was growing.
“Open your legs, El,” Logan commanded, and I did so without question the sound of a shutter broken up by a zipper, a moan, and what sounded like something getting slapped.
“Wider, Elney,” Logan barked, and I complied, well aware my thighs were glistening with my own slick.
“What else is in there, sweetie?” Jesse asked, still clicking pictures as I put the tail down, and grabbed the next thing I saw. Five balls on a string, each ball bigger than the last.
This time I gave them a look rather than asking out loud, and the snapping of the shutter went crazy.
“Those go inside you too, Elney,” Logan said, stepping into the light as he zipped his pants up, the bulge in front having gone down.
“Where?” I was shaking again, warmth flooding through me and I shifted, sliding in my own damp.
“Your cunt, your ass, even your mouth I suppose. Anywhere your master wants them.” I had never heard Logan’s voice shake before, but it was now. The warble matching mine as I quickly returned the beads to the box.
“What else do you see?” Jesse asked as I pushed through feathers, and jewels attached to more of the silver tops. I refused to lift those from the box, but there were five other things there.
Five, long fleshy looking things.
They were about as thick as my arm in different lengths and widths and even shaped. Some were curved, some straight, one ended in a point.
I grabbed the first one gingerly, the cylindrical thing covered with veins and topped with a head like a mushroom, the ridges flayed and soft. I ran my hands down the sides of the shaft as I tried to think of what it could be, as I moved my hand from the base to the tip that mushroom head opened up like a flower, revealing three smaller cylinders inside.
“It’s beautiful,” I whispered, and I could have sworn someone gasp. “What is it?”
“It’s the cock of a Sererbys.” I don’t even know who spoke, but it didn’t matter. I jumped at the name of the monster and nearly dropped it.
“This is…” my eyes darted from the rubber cock in my hands, to the otters still in the box. I grabbed the next one, the long thing ending in a point that looked like it could be peeled back like a banana.
“The cock of a Hirpy.” Logan spoke without prompting and I looked up, right to the bulge in Logan’s pants, to his smug smile as he watched me.
“Yes. Cocks come in all different shapes and sizes, depending on the creature you are paired with depends on what you will experience. This is what you will be fucked with for the first time.”
I couldn’t speak, there was a knot in my throat as I stared at the massive rubber prick, and the sound of grunting mixed with the furious shutter clicks. I hung on to every one of Logan’s words, watching him as the floppy rubber grew heavier and heavier.
“This goes inside?”
“Yes.”
I held it up, looking at it, letting my eyes dart down to the bit of me that I had barely looked at, let alone touched.
I knew what I was made for, what waited for me. But holding it in my hands, imagining it pushing its way into me...
I shuddered, gasping as I lowered the rubber cock to my pussy, placing the head against my opening.
It was cold, soft, and that warmth that had been blossoming in my belly turned into a firestorm.
I was terrified of this, but I needed it.
“That’s enough,” Logan snarled, nearly running over to me and snatching the member out of my hand. “I told you to be a good girl, Elney.”
I didn’t get a word in as he pulled me to my feet. He smacked my ass so hard I was sure it left a mark and he began to march me out of the room with a mask of fury on his face, the camera clicking the whole way.
I didn’t have to ask to know where we were going. I was going to be punished.
Shit!