Dominating Devney (Montana Maiden 3)

"You could mount a dildo to a doorway and she could fuck that."

This was the alternative I'd been thinking of as well. Devney could get on all fours and fuck herself on a dildo attached to a wall in the barn or stable. This was better as she couldn't move to someplace private as she could with a special chair. I wanted her out in the open. It was time to paint that mental picture for Devney.

"Would you like that, baby? Spending the day with me in the stable? You can fuck yourself with a wall mounted dildo anytime you wish." I continued to work my fingers in and out of her pussy. My seed seeped out with each inward stroke. "It would feel just like this."

"Yes!" she cried, although I doubted it was in agreement to what I said.

"People might see you, just like right now, out in the open like you are."

Her pussy walls clenched down and she screamed her second release. She slumped down upon the rail as she caught her breath.

"I recommend a longer plug than yesterday; get her used to being nice and filled." Doc held up a much more impressive plug than her first one. It was of a similar thickness, but about twice as long.

I wanted to take advantage of her wilted state, so I ran the plug through her dripping folds and began working it into her ass. "This one's going to fill you up so nicely, baby." Because she was so relaxed from two orgasms in a row, her body didn't resist and I was able to work it in easily, although I was careful to go slow filling her up. She began moaning as it went in further and further until it was finally seated.

I went around the rail and slowly helped her up. With the bar between us, I held her forearms and kissed her, softly and gently. "How does that feel?" Her dark eyes met mine, although still foggy with her pleasure.

She licked her lips. "It's so deep," she whispered.

"I know, baby. That's how it's going to feel when I fuck you there. Only I'm bigger." I grinned at the startled look on her face.

"When we're done here, I'll go and set up that dildo for you in the stable," Doc said.

CHAPTER SIX

Devney

My brain was a little slow from the two orgasms Sam had given me, so it was harder for me to understand what the doctor was referring to. He needed to set up a dildo in the stable? Why? How? I was too emotionally raw to ask. Sam had been so disappointed in me when he'd found me touching myself. It had felt so good. He'd shown me how to do it the day before, even praised me for it. But he'd been there to witness it, and it was his fingers on my clit that had me coming, not my own hand.

I shivered as I remembered Sam pulling his belt from his pants. I'd assumed he was going to whip me as correction. That's what my father had done. Why not my husband as well? But instead of striking me, he'd strapped my arms down as...what? Punishment? Correction? I certainly couldn't touch my pussy with my arms pinned to my sides as they were. Even in such a compromising position, relying solely on Sam, he'd pleasured me not once, but twice. I'd let him expose me outside where any of the ranch hands could see me. He'd fucked me right out in the open. Doctor Graham had witnessed it, and had even went to retrieve the large plug that now filled me. And I'd let him! I'd let him do all of this to me.

I'd had no choice. I couldn't have lifted myself off the hitching rail with my arms trapped. I couldn't have gotten far with two strong men chasing me. I couldn't have done anything except give in and accept whatever Sam decided. If he wanted to fuck me, he would. If he wanted to fill my ass with a large plug, he would. If he wanted to have everyone in Montana watch, he would.

I had no choice. I had no say whatsoever. And the way my body responded to his every desire - no matter how inappropriate – was just a sign of my acceptance of the situation.

I held back a sob at the realization. I was losing control of my body. Even now, standing next to Sam, I couldn't control how wet my pussy became. I couldn't control the way I wanted to rub my clit. I couldn't control my orgasms. Sam did. As much as that bothered me, it soothed the part of me that secretly desired everything he did. I was able to let go and just...enjoy.

"Be sure to put the dildo on a wall right out in the open so everyone will be able to see her," Sam told the doctor. "One last thing, Doc. Devney's nipples? They're too flat. Look at them now, all hard from two orgasms and they don't protrude at all."

I glanced down at myself, my breasts thrust up and out by the strange new corset. My nipples were a bright pink against the pale skin of my breasts, and they were fairly flat. Weren't they all? Except Catherine’s; hers were quite full.

"The aureole are quite large, but you're correct, the nipples are very flat. Tug on them, let's see what happens," Doctor Graham said to Sam.

Sam lifted his hands and cupped my breasts gently, then took hold of each nipple between thumb and forefinger. I tried to step back but it only made the pull stronger. I clenched my hands into fists, but could do nothing to swat his hands away with them trapped at my sides. "Sam!" I complained.

"Mr. Bridger, baby." He tugged, then pinched down hard.

I gasped at the sharp bite of pain. I felt my pussy clench in response, then wetness seeping down my legs. Did that happen because of my nipples were being tugged? I leaned into Mr. Bridger's touch.

"She likes it," Mr. Bridger commented and kept working my nipples. My eyes fell closed and I reveled in the feeling. "Good girl, Devney. Submit."

He let go and I moaned, slowly opened my eyes. Both men were glancing at my nipples. I looked down, and saw they were a dark red from Mr. Bridger's ministrations, yet they were still only slight bumps.

"She needs nipple trainers. I would normally tell you to delay and let her adjust into her new role slowly, but this is a real problem." Doctor Graham stepped away and grabbed his bag, rummaged inside and pulled out small objects that fit in the palm of his hand. "Here."

Mr. Bridger took one and held it up for me to see. There were two dainty looking rings in his big hand. One was about an inch across, the other much smaller. The rings were spaced apart by two posts.

I frowned and stared at it, trying to figure out what it was.