"Insertion Limitation"

Moira went over to a chained up chest in the corner of her shop. The thick metal locks came down with a clang, and the hinges creaked as she pulled it open.

"Perfect." She whispered, lifting a double digit inched black plastic dildo. It was thicker than a bottle, and longer than her arm. It was a pre-war artifact, and she'd spent a long time waiting for a good chance to put it to use. This girl was such a prissy little queen, and hopefully this was make it clear where she stood in the wasteland.

Sasha's eyes teared up at the sight of the massive cock replica. She didn't know what was going to happen, but she could tell she wasn't ready.

Moira pulled Sasha up and off the chair, throwing her onto her back. She cut open the rope that held her legs together, pushing her knees apart, and reusing the rope to tie her knees up to her shoulders. Sasha was a hogtied little hole, her pussy spread open for experimenting with.

The dildo was cold, solid in Moira's hand. She pressed the head of it against Sasha's cunt, watching as she writhed away from it, trying to keep herself away from being used like a science experiment. There was more resistance as she pushed it into her shaft, a bit of screaming and cursing as it stretched her shaft.

"How does that feel? Any observations?" Moira asked, before jamming it in violently, pushing it all the way up to the entrance of her womb. Sasha screamed out in pain, her body jerking violently before she began breathing deeply. It was starting to feel a little bit good, resting deep inside of her at her limits.