Depravity

The House was far from finished.

The double lengths of pale fluid buried in Violet’s cunt began to move independently of each other, twisting and bulging in opposite directions so that the stretch became uneven and nauseating. At the same time the black dildo lodged in her throat pulsed, swelling thicker in rhythmic waves that forced the visible contour in her neck and upper chest to expand and contract like something alive was trying to hatch under her skin. Spit and bile poured continuously from the corners of her stretched mouth. Her nose ran. Her eyes had gone red and glassy.

New cold tendrils rose from the fluid coating the floor. Two of them slithered up her body and latched onto her nipples, forming tight, sucking seals that pulled and twisted without pause. Two more forced their way between her toes and spread her feet wide on the slick stone, rooting her in place. Another thicker tendril coiled around her waist like a belt and squeezed in time with the thrusts, forcing the air out of her lungs whenever the dildo in her throat allowed her any air at all.

The House spoke through Vivien’s smiling mouth.

“You still think you can refuse.”

A fresh, thinner tendril of the pale fluid separated itself, glistening and needle-fine. It rose to Violet’s face, hovered for a moment in front of her streaming eye, then pushed under the lower lid and slid along the curve of her eyeball. The sensation was cold, invasive, and impossibly detailed. Violet’s whole body seized. The tendril did not stop. It kept going, worming deeper, until she could feel it moving behind her eye and pressing against the back of the socket. The House made sure she stayed conscious for every second of it.

Upstairs Ben’s screams had become continuous broken howls. Every new violation forced through Violet’s body translated into fresh, inventive pressure inside the chastity cage. The binding was working exactly as the House had promised.

Moira had sunk to the floor against the wall, legs drawn up, watching with wide dark eyes. Even her long experience with the house’s appetites had not prepared her for this level of focused cruelty.

The tendril behind Violet’s eye pulsed once, deliberately, and a sickening burst of forced pleasure exploded through her skull and straight down to her overstretched cunt. The orgasm that followed was blinding and hateful. Ben’s answering shriek cracked into something wordless and animal.

The House only increased the pace.

The lengths in her cunt began to vibrate at different frequencies. The dildo in her throat started a slow rotation, turning the visible bulge in her neck and chest in nauseating circles. The tendrils on her nipples sucked harder, pulling until the flesh peaked obscenely. The one behind her eye continued its delicate, violating exploration.

Violet’s body had become nothing but a series of holes and nerves for the house to play with. It used every one of them without pause or mercy, inventing new combinations of stretch and pressure and cold invasion whenever her convulsions began to slow.

It would keep going until something fundamental inside her broke.