Dominating Devney (Montana Maiden 3)

"Mr. Bridger, please, I don't think it's going to fit. There must be some mistake," I protested. It burned and the stretching. Oh! He pushed and pushed.

"Just relax, baby. Take a deep breath. There's nothing you can do but submit. Take the pill. Open that ass for us. Think about the men's eyes upon you. They're watching your hole open up, wider and wider. They can see your pussy and how swollen it is from being fucked. They can see everything."

His words were like a balm, somehow calming raw nerves. Why did I feel reassured knowing that there was nothing I could do, that the other men - men who were not my husband - were watching these unmentionable acts? I gave up the fight and sagged against the table, letting my husband do as he wished, even pushed out for him, knowing he could work the pill in. His words eased every bit of doubt, every bit of discomfort as I gave up and submitted.

When he'd settled it deep within me, I panted in relief, my skin was damp with perspiration.

"Such a good girl. I am very proud of you." His free hand roamed over my ass once again, brushing gently over the spot that still tingled from his single spanking, as if I was a skittish mare that needed to be soothed. I relaxed completely around the digit that rested in my ass. He didn't move it, just held it still.

"See gentleman, her ass is so nice and tight," he said as he ran his palm over my bottom. "A gorgeous virgin ass."

"You'll want to consider whether you want to stretch her or just fill her," Doc said.

"I think a nice plug will be better than a cork. I like how she's nice and snug. I don't want to lose that. Maybe a middle length one, Doc, and not too much stretching." Mr. Bridger's hand stopped rubbing and pulled my bottom wide apart so I knew I was fully exposed.

Doctor Graham returned and held up a long wooden object. "Like this?" he asked, looking to Mr. Bridger. It looked something like Mr. Bridger's cock, long and thick, but not nearly as big. It had a tapered bottom where it was very narrow, then flared out again at a base where the doctor held it.

"That should do, yes. She should grow accustomed to being filled and this should be an excellent start. Coat it for me in ointment, will you?"

I watched as the doctor liberally slathered the ointment onto the wooden shaft, then handed it to Mr. Bridger. Immediately, his finger slid out of me, and the hard tip of the object was pushing into my back passage.

"If you intend to train her ass this way, I have various plug sizes, but I'll need to check her ass frequently to make sure it's working."

Slowly the object was being pushed up and into me. I stared at a knot of wood on the table and concentrated on breathing. It was going in so much deep

er than Mr. Bridger's finger and it was nudging the pill so far within. "Mr. Bridger," I panted. "It's...oh--"

All at once it narrowed and my body clenched down, squeezing tightly. Mr. Bridger shifted it a bit, but it wasn't going in any more. The ring of muscle that he'd been stretching wide now closed tightly and the discomfort was gone. Now, oh God. Now I felt so full. Like when Mr. Bridger had buried himself in my pussy, but now it was filling me in my bottom.

"There. All done, baby. Let me help you up."

I stood and Mr. Bridger held onto my arm, letting me adjust to being upright again. "The...thing in my bottom--"

Mr. Bridger held up a finger. "The plug in your ass. Say it correctly, Devney."

I felt my cheeks heat. "The plug in my ass--"

"Good girl."

"--is very uncomfortable."

"Yes, I suppose it would be."

"If you shift your hips back, you should find it better," Doctor Graham said.

I did as he recommended, tilting my hips back, which only thrust my bottom - my ass - out. It somehow thrust my breasts forward as well. The posture was very obscene. "Everyone will wonder why I am standing so," I replied.

Mr. Bridger shook his head, a lock of light hair falling over his forehead. "No, they won't wonder. Everyone will know."

Everyone will know.

"Shall we have that meal now?" Doctor Graham asked.

I looked down at myself. My breasts thrust out, Mr. Bridger's seed tinged with my virgin blood coating my thighs, my pussy tingly, my ass full. "I need clothes."

"No. You don't need clothes right now. You will need them when we leave. I will go to the mercantile and pick up some things. I was woefully unprepared for a wife." He smiled, brushed his knuckle over my cheek.

"I have my dress."