This is the end of Eileen’s tale, but this isn’t the last you’ll see of her, I promise. If you’ve made it this far into her story, and you still want more, you deserve the steaming platter of dirty, hot, filth coming to you, so open wide, you horny little losers. <3
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Dr. Mark Stroud’s laboratory was exactly how you might imagine a mad scientist’s lab to look. There was little order to the way the place was arranged, with beakers and messy stacks of papers and journals scattered about, covering every table surface. The lights were bright, and chilly, the perfect setting to do something evil.
I met him on the dark web, looking for a way to take revenge on Dillon for fucking my life up. I wanted to find someone who could hack his computer and find some kind of dirt on him, or at least expose what he did to me, so I could clear my name. Instead, I found some old crazy kook, living up on a mountain in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. He heard my plight, and said that he had a better idea.
Dr. Stroud helped me lay Dillon out on the floor, beneath some cruel looking machine. Earlier, I drugged him, like he drugged me, tied him up, and threw him in my trunk, to bring him with me. The machine above had twin robotic arms, with metallic balls on the end, crackling with electricity every few seconds. I took a seat to watch, feeling a sense of sadistic joy, as I knew that he was fully awake and aware for all of this.
“Puh..lease… Don’…don’t do this,” he said, as the machine lowered its arms. “I’m…sorry.”
“Not yet, you’re not,” I said, licking my lips. A brilliant blue light surrounded his body, the sound of a powerful current reverberating through the metal, drowning out his screams. When the machine finally quieted down, and the lights returned to normal, the adonis formerly known as Dillon was now the height of a candy bar, and the width of a Kit-Kat and a half, at that. His screams were comically high pitched now, and I could only understand a few of his words, only because I could read his lips. He sounded more like a kitten chattering than a full grown man. “Shut up,” I demanded, as I marched over to him. He went quiet, tugging against his bonds, which had shrunk with him.
“It would appear the operation was a success,” Dr. Stroud spoke. “I’ll go plug in the chocolate fountain.” Dillon’s face twisted up in confusion, but I offered him no explanation. I grabbed him by his ankle, and brought him over to one of the tables, where I continued my plans. I strapped a tiny camera on his forehead, and fitted him in a harness, with a chain attached. Dr. Stroud returned with the chocolate fountain, already gurgling, and bubbling its rich, dark decadence. “Shall we begin?”
Dramatically, I shoved about an assload of papers aside, as I put one leg up on the table. I hiked up my dress in the back, revealing my bare ass; the rim off my asshole had been pierced, and Dr. Stroud deftly clipped his chain to my asshole ring. “Yes. Let’s begin.” The harness prevented him from moving his arms at all, so he couldn’t get up, even though he tried. I reached down beneath my legs, slowly without looking back at first, and grabbed a hold of my chain, tugging on him gently, just to hear him scream some more. He knew exactly where I was taking him. He had seen the cane that I had to walk with on some days, because of what he did. He had seen the pain pills, the therapy sessions, the hell that he put me through, and now he saw the result of it. A bruised, broken, well abused asshole.
I gave him a very solid tug, until he tumbled all the way beneath my butt. I pretended to lean my weight on him, though obviously not enough to break him. “I bet you can smell it already, can’t you, you bastard? This what you wanted? Hmm?” He clawed at my pillowy ass-flesh, but I could only barely register the sensation. “I thought you said you were sorry. Now you’re trying to resist me. Which is it, you fuck?”
Meanwhile, Dr. Stroud had pulled up the video feed of my own ass, gulping down breaths of air above him, glaring down angrily like the eye of Sauron. It was a surreal experience, for sure, but it only turned me on further. I watched my pussy lips drizzle on top of him, the camera lens steaming up with my humidity, as I started to stroke my bud. “I’m sorry,” he said. I heard him through the camera. “Just, please… Let me go. I’ll— I’ll die in there…”
“Oh, trust me, you’ll learn to love it,” I said, grinding my rim against his face. He screamed again, and the camera turned violently to the side, as he turned his face away. “Since you *were* such a good fuck, I’ll let you choose which direction you enter.”
“Please…”
“Might I suggest feet first,” Dr. Stroud commented. “Let him feel your ass muscles swallowing him whole, the light fading bit by bit until he is completely consumed.”
“Please, anything but that!”
“Headfirst it is,” I said, as I finally grabbed him off of the table. I rolled over onto my back, and spread open my legs as far as I could, while I cupped him in my palm. I snorted for a good 4 seconds, building up a thick glob of almost pure phlegm, and spat directly on top of him. I stroked his entire bound body, making sure he was evenly coated in my slime; he was in tears now, hyperventilating and begging for mercy. I had none for him. He ruined my life beyond repair, and I was going to ruin him.
He slipped in relatively easily, though his futile thrashing didn’t help things. Still, once I got him in past the shoulders, every ounce of fight he had was absorbed into the walls of my anus, and it felt great. I held him securely by his ankles as I began to plumb my asshole with him, using him like a finger, while I continued to play with my clit. Dr. Stroud moved the screen around so I could watch his journey into me. He released one long, primal scream, hard enough that I actually felt, but then he tried to inhale. “Oh— oh God I can’t—” He coughed, unable to breathe. “Please. Let me… Let…” More pained coughing. I clenched my ass until the coughing fit stopped entirely, and his legs were convulsing in my hands.
I counted to 30 like this, long after all the tension left his muscles. When I yanked him out, he was unconscious, his mouth dangling open. “Vitals are fine,” Dr. Stroud commented. I dunked him in a nearby glass of water, and he immediately began thrashing again.
“Pathetic little man with no stamina,” I said to him, as he shook the water out of his hair.
“Please. No more… I’ve learned my lesson…”
“No, you haven’t.” I spat on him again, and immediately stuffed him inside of my ass, this time pumping myself rapidly. He tried to struggle against me, until I shouted down at him. “If you fight, I might break you on accident. Be still!”
“Okay…” That was the moment I felt it; that premonition you get when you know you’re going to cum your brains out sometime down the road, if you continue. This time, I pushed his feet all the way inside of my anus, leaving only the chain hanging out of my asshole. This freed up both of my hands to outright assault my pussy, while my ass instinctively worked him out. I’m not going to say what it felt like, because you know *exactly* what it felt like. Don’t pretend like it doesn’t feel good, either, you prude. When he finally poured out of my ass, I came, so fucking hard. Dr. Stroud protected his face from my squirt, with his clipboard, as I sighed with supreme relief. I won. The universe finally gave me the victory I needed. Seriously, look back over the previous two stories; I hadn’t climaxed a single time, in either of them. And no, I hadn’t gotten laid at any point between the stories. I couldn’t even bring myself to orgasm after what happened with the horse, but this… I felt my soul reboot, and my power return to me. Fucking your ass with another human being is an empowering experience, and I want to share that with you. They’ll never teach you that in sex ed.
All that was left was the chocolate fountain, to celebrate my sweet victory. The *milk* chocolate fountain. As a vegan, he wasn’t allowed to even touch the stuff, as it benefited from some sexually abused heifer somewhere. I yanked him out of my ass, and tossed him into the chocolate. He bubbled for a few seconds, before I took him out again. The chill of the room hardened the chocolate into a shell casing around him, fairly quickly, though he was still very mushy. I cleared away the chocolate from his mouth and nose only; I left his eyes covered with the rest of him, like a sickeningly sweet gimp suit.
“I’m…so sorry… Please, if you have any humanity left in you…”
“I don’t,” I answered. “Not for you.” This time, I lifted my ass completely off of the table, putting my ankles up by my ears, and set his feet down, just inside of my rim. “Let me explain what’s about to happen to you. My ass is going to swallow you whole now. And it’ll be a while before you’ll get out again.” The chocolate began to melt in my ass, just enough to lubricate his descent. “And when you do, you still won’t be free. You’re going to clean my filthy asshole every morning, and every night, after every meal, hell, when I’m just bored and horny.” He was down to his chest now, and he was whimpering again, as the chocolate of his face melted. “What did we call it back at the pet adoption center? Yeah, welcome to your *forever home* you son of a bitch.”
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m—” My pucker closed over his head, as I felt him continue to slide down. He continued to speak until my humid air filled his mouth. In all the excitement, my stomach began gurgling, as if all of my bowels wanted in on creating this hell. A foul, demonic wind passed through my colon, and I farted, harder than I climaxed, I think. I sprayed chocolate out of my ass, as I fell flat on the table, spent.
As for perfect little Dillon, he’s still alive. Well fed, has a nice warm home, and a good, fulfilling job. Before long, he stopped apologizing to me when I took him out to bathe him. The horrors he had seen, he knew his old life was behind him. The only place for him now was either a mental institution, or in my warm, aromatic asshole. And yeah, I could have returned him back to normal, in exchange for him helping me clear my name and my record, but to be honest, I didn’t even want that life anymore. I had become my label: a filthy, disturbed, sexual deviant. And I fucking love it.
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