A large, pink dildo.

[This is a long chapter, kind of like a finale or a book end of sorts. I'm not done with this story line yet, though I think I'll shelve this for a while and work on other branches or stories, haven't decided which yet. It does sort of go into **** a bit, but it's pretty lighthearted throughout and there isn't any sort of trauma stemming from it so it should be okay for most people. Hope you enjoy :P]

Sliding the box away, Eliza’s eyes land on a long, girthy pink dildo. The cock shaped tip was at an angle upwards for about an inch before it straightened out. All along its shaft there were different bumps and ridges of various sizes that went down to the base. At the end there was a small nub that jutted upward, fashioned in such a way to sit neatly on the clit during penetration. While the sight of the dildo was slightly worrying, Eliza couldn’t resist throwing in another jab at Heather.

“What’s that? Something from your personal collection? If you’re trying to intimidate me you’re going to have to try harder.” Another smack landed across her cheek, Heather’s eyes glaring intensely at her.

“Shut the hell up.” Eliza simply smirked.

“Hey, do that again, I think I'm starting to like it.” She said mockingly. Heather raised her hand to plant another smack. Hesitating for a moment, her face scrunched up as she lowered her arm.

“I said shut it. You won’t be so cocky here in a second.” Heather stood with her back to Eliza, fuming as she tried to calm herself. All the while Eliza stared at the dildo that sat on the table, knowing what they had in mind for that thing. It’s huge.* She thought to herself. It’s longer and wider than anything she had used up to that point, it wasn’t going to be pretty if they got that thing inside her.

Trying at her bindings, the attempts came up fruitless once again. They were still too tight and she still couldn’t use her aura to free herself, and it was apparent she was running out of time. Heather had calmed down at that point, walking over to the large pink rod. She held it up gently in her hands, side eyeing Eliza as she looked the impressive toy over.

“You’re right you know, I don’t have any proof. That’s when I thought, what if I made some proof?” Eliza raised an eyebrow at her words, not connecting the dots just yet. Heather circled around Eliza again, this time stopping to her right. It was only then Eliza noticed what was sitting on the table, a small camcorder.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh I would. Girls, hold her down.” Her two cronies lept into action, one holding back her shoulders while the other kept her legs in place. Eliza did her best to struggle but was no match for the combination of rope and girl power that were keeping her flailing subdued. Heather had grabbed out a pair of fabric scissors, which were heading down towards her shorts.

Eliza doubled her escape efforts, writhing in place as the sound of cutting denim filled the room. She could feel the cold metal against her skin as it slid down her thigh, easily snipping her shorts apart as it went. Halfway through Eliza stopped resisting as the sharp metal lowered even farther, not wanting to risk getting stabbed in her sensitive parts. She could only watch as Heather cut away at her clothes, grinding her teeth in anger and frustration. Eventually Heather had cut enough fabric to rip away the shorts, leaving Eliza sitting in her shirt and panties.

Once the scissors were gone, Eliza yanked upward as best she could to try and free herself, surprising the two girls. The chair slid across the floor from the ****, almost making her fall forward in the process. The cronies doubled down on their restraining holds, one of them grunting as Eliza headbutted their chest. Heather took her position in front of her, reaching into the box and grabbing out a small bottle of what could only be lube. Coating her two inner fingers in the viscous substance, she rubbed them together as she eyed Eliza.

“I can see it now. Student sex tape leaked across campus.” She said with a wide hand motion. “At best you’d get expelled, at worst, well, even I don’t want to think of that. That is of course if you don’t do what I say. But first, the ****.” Heather sneered at her, lowering her lube covered fingers towards her crotch.

Eliza’s best efforts were in vain as the pair of fingers bypassed her panties, rubbing up against her lower lips. They glided up and down her pussy before thrusting themselves inside, gliding in easily thanks to the slick liquid. Eliza could feel them wriggling around inside of her as she spread the lube as deep as she could. Taking them out, she slathered a healthy helping of the stuff over the dildo, rubbing it up and down the shaft. It was then placed against her lips.

“Alright, in you go.” With those words she pushed it forward. Eliza could feel the girth of the toy as it began spreading her apart, the ribs and bumps sending jolts of stimulation throughout her pussy as it sank deeper inside of her. She felt her walls clamp around the foreign object, filling her to a degree she didn’t even know possible. Micro spasms coursed through her body as it slid all the way down to the base, the little nub resting up snug against her clit. Heather removed her hand as the dildo stayed in place, her panties betraying her as it held the large object inside.

“Jesus Christ this thing’s big.” Eliza muttered to herself, feeling fuller than she had ever before. Just the thing sitting inside of her started to feel good, if it wasn’t for the situation at hand she would be really enjoying this right now.

“You two, keep watch outside. I’m going to have some fun with her.” Heather sauntered over to the camcorder, pressing some buttons as her two groupies followed her orders. A little red light appeared on top of the device, a signal that sent a sinking feeling to Eliza’s stomach.

“Go ahead and say whatever you want. I won’t be posting the sound so nothing you say will matter. It’s a shame really, no one will be able to hear you moaning like a bitch. But even without sound this will be enough to end your existence as you know it, but don’t worry, if you do as I say it will stay our little secret. Now, be a good little girl and cum for me. Cum for your new master.” Reaching into the box, Heather grabbed out a small handheld device. Pressing a button, that’s when Eliza realized that the thing inside of her wasn’t just a dildo, it was a vibrator.

“Holy Fuck!” Eliza lurched forward as the vibrations overtook her senses, her entire lower body pulsating intensely from the toy. She could feel movement inside of her apart from the vibrations, deep inside of her something was rotating and pushed back against her walls. The bent tip wasn’t just for aesthetics, it swiveled around in a circle causing even more stimulation. Worse yet, this movement caused the rest of the device to gyrate up and down, causing all the bumps and ridges to scrape against her inner walls, driving her crazy.

All of that didn’t even factor the little protrusion that wrapped around the front of her pussy lips. The little nub was also part of the vibrations, it shaking mercilessly as it pressed snuggly against her swollen clit. With toy gyrating inside of her, it rubbed and vibrated her clit all at once, sending a cascade of stimulation to her brain.

“My, is this too much for you, you little slut?” Heather teased, laying back in the chair.

“What are you talking about? This is…ngh, nothing.” Eliza boasted, though her body betrayed her words as she squirmed side to side.

“Well then, I guess we can turn it up a notch.” Eliza realized the mistake of her words, not knowing that the onslaught she was enduring was only the low setting.

“Wait, that’s not what I-fuuuuuuuuck.” Eliza trailed off, the set of vibrations and movement intensifying inside of her. She tried her best to keep quiet, to keep the pleasure capped and under control, but that was becoming quickly impossible. Pleasurable moans and grunts escaped her lips, her knees and legs shaking under the constant onslaught. While she may have hated the person who put her in this situation, she couldn’t deny that it felt good, it felt amazing actually. And Jesus Christ was the thing huge. She had never felt herself so full before, the toy stretching her opening to her limit.

“I’m surprised, even a puke stain like you can make some cute, erotic sounds.” Eliza managed to look up at Heather who was…touching herself? The admittedly small skirt she was wearing was pulled up, showcasing a pair of lacey panties. Though the view was partially blocked by her hand, it gently rubbing the outside of the fabric. She was getting off on this? Though then again, her being a sadist was in no way surprising.

“What, is this all some kind of ploy to release your repressed feelings or…awe shit.”

A primal sensation started welling up inside of her and it was growing quickly. An orgasm was about to be unleashed, and it was going to be a big one. She could feel her body getting ready, her muscles tensing as they waited for the explosion. The world faded from existence as Eliza tried with all her might to keep the orgasm contained, but this beast was coming and try as she may she had no hope in stopping it.

Everything started with a jolt that coursed through her entire body. Her head swung back, a string of guttural moans being released as she’s tipped over the edge. Not a single part of her body stayed still as she was assaulted with convulsions. Her back arched forward as far as her bindings would allow, her hips were shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body, her toes curling and her fingers writhing while she came. All the while the toy pushed back against her contracting walls, grinding the vibrations even deeper into her core, sending more intense contractions through her being.

Even then she wasn’t done as the toy didn’t stop. After the initial overflow the dam broke, sending a constant stream of stimulation and spasms wreaking havoc throughout her pussy. Her clit went from sensitized to over sensitized within that instant, only compounding each jolt and contraction into a mind melting flurry. It was too much, it was way too much as her mind couldn’t comprehend everything that was going on.

After what felt like an hour her body fell limp, the vibrator finally ceasing its attack. She was left almost gasping for air as her body continued to shake and spasm, the orgasmic quakes still racking her insides. Eliza couldn’t think, her brain still being in recovery mode from the onslaught. There was a quiet beeping noise as Heather stopped the recording, then there was the sound of footsteps. A hand cupped the bottom of her chin, lifting her gaze off the ground. In Heather’s eyes was an overwhelming expression of lust to them..

“You know, I was just going to **** you to be my servant, but now I realize that would be a waste. I think I would enjoy making you my little play thing instead. Then again, why not both?” Eliza gritted her teeth, there was no way she was going to let that happen. The determination she felt towards this welled up inside of her, her body releasing a surge of aura in response. A smirk appeared on Eliza’s face, it was about time.

“I think I’m done playing along. Apologize now and things won’t get ugly.” Heather looked at her, a mixture of surprise and anger in her expression.

“Is that a threat? Learn your place you little bitch.” Heather raised her hand, propelling it towards Eliza’s cheek once more. This time however it’s stopped, Eliza’s hand catching her arm with lightning reflexes. “What the hell, how did you-?” Eliza pushed her arm away, forcing Heather to stumble backwards.

“You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn.” Eliza held her hand out, ready for some ****. Whatever it was Heather was going to say, it was transformed into a surprised shriek as the ropes keeping Eliza bound sprang to life. The rope formed into one long strand in mid air, latching around Heather’s arms and waist. They slithered outward from her stomach, coiling around her like a snake does its prey.

“What the fuck!?” Heather said as she tried to wiggle free from the living rope. As a response it tightened around her, forcing her arms and legs together as the rope dug into her skin. Losing her balance, Heather tumbled forward onto her stomach.

“What the hell’s going on? How did you do that?” Heather struggled against her bindings, but much like Eliza before her, her efforts were futile. Eliza ignored her for the moment, using the time to unsheathe the dildo from inside of her. Her form shuddered as she pulled the behemoth out, a mix of pleasure and relaxation radiating from her groin. She marveled at the size one more time as she held it aloft in her hand, still not exactly sure how the thing was able to fit inside of her. It didn’t matter now though, as that thing was about to find a new home.

Eliza made her way over to the camcorder, turning it over. She took out the memory card from the device, ensuring that no videos would be leaked out. Satisfied, she made her way over to Heather, lifting her chin up in a similar fashion that she had done before. The two made eye contact, with Heather’s face showing a tinge of fear in them.

“Your eyes? What are you?”

“My eyes?” Eliza raised an eyebrow. Using the camcorder as a makeshift mirror, she flipped the screen to view her own face. Eliza saw exactly what Heather was talking about. Instead of her normal pupils, her eyes had narrowed into slits like that of a cat. Its color also turned, transforming into a bright red instead of its usual brown. Eliza was almost put off by her own appearance, her eyes looking positively demonic.

“Would you look at that? Hope they go back to normal.” Eliza mused, then turned her attention back to the bound woman. “To answer your question simply, you've messed with the wrong bitch. Though you’re lucky I’m in a good mood.” Lifting her hand up, Heather was pulled up from the floor, now floating in front of her. “Though you will have to pay for what you’ve done today.”

“P-pay how?” Her voice quivered.

“What’s the saying? An eye for an eye?” Motioning her hand towards the chair, Heather flew into it. Her bindings began moving again, fixating her arms and legs to the chair in the same fashion Eliza had been just moments before. Approaching the bound Heather, Eliza lifted her skirt to expose her juice soaked privates.

“Wait, wait. I’m sorry ok?” She pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears.

“It’s a little too late for that. In ya go.” Placing the dildo against her lips, she pushed forward as the toy glided into the lubricated hole with ease. A gasping moan escaped Heather’s lips, her head reeling back as Eliza buried the toy to the hilt. There was something satisfactory about getting her **** in such a manner, there was a sense of karmic justice to it all. Eliza then made her way back to the camcorder.

“Smile for the camera. How was it you envisioned it again? Oh yeah, student sex tape leaked across campus.” Eliza mimicked Heather’s earlier movements. Her eyes widened when the little red light shone on top of the device, indicating it was recording. While the thought of actually videotaping and releasing the footage did come to mind, Eliza wasn’t willing to stoop down to her level. Besides, without the SD card, nothing would be saved anyway, but she didn’t know that.

“Make as much sound as you want, as you said, it isn’t recording audio. Actually, on second thought, I’m done hearing your voice.” Going up to her, she used her aura to tear a piece of her shirt away, then slapped it over her mouth. The fabric came to life, crawling around her cheeks and tying itself behind her head, gagging the girl. Eliza then took the remote into her hands.

“Alright, and action!” With those words, Eliza pressed the button on the remote. Heather instantly started to shake as a dull vibrating noise filled the room as well as the sound of pleasurable moans. Her hips and chest jutted forward in a feeble attempt to lessen the effect, but Eliza knew from experience that that wasn’t going to work. Satisfied with her ****, she made her way around the room, having one more loose end she had to take care of. Opening the door, she found the two stooges standing on either side, both looking at her in surprise. Placing a hand on each of their shoulders, Eliza gave them a smile.

“Hello there. Sleep.” She commanded, flooding the two girls with aura. Before they could react they collapsed limply to the ground, instantly out cold. Heather’s eyes widened as Eliza dragged the two **** girls into the room, propping them up against the wall.

“I’m not sure how long they’ll be out for, though for your sake I do hope it’s not too long.” Eliza couldn’t help but wear a devilish grin as she approached Heather one more time. “One more thing, I’m going to need this.” Clutching onto her skirt, she yanked the fabric free in one foul swoop. Circling her own hips with the fabric, Eliza frowned at the short length of it. Skirts were never really her thing, only owning a handful of them. But, with her shorts cut up like they were, she would have to make due. Closing the door behind her, she felt almost sorry for leaving her like that…almost.