Latex thong.

"Might as well fill the other hole. Vulgar, but I kinda need my crotch covered."

The rear dildo was of similar size to the front one in its non-activated state, and attempts to detach it from the underwear piece were not successful. Jen never tried anal penetration, but thought she was going to manage that. She put the panties on the floor and stepped into the holes with her shoes. After that, she reached down for the edges and started pulling them up, bringing the wiggling rubber cock closer and closer to her tight round ass.

When it reached her asshole, Jen was not sure that she wanted to continue, but the voice in her head reassured her:

"Add some lube, silly. We only want gain and not pain, don't we?"

The assumption that the wardrobe had to contain the substance was correct. A brandless gel bottle stood in the corner, and the girl used it on the dildo extensively. With the preparation complete, Jen started to insert it with both of her hands. As it slowly went deeper, it was becoming less unpleasant and more arousing. She failed to notice that her knees were getting weaker and weaker with each inch.

Ultimately, the thin stiletto heels betrayed her balance. She managed to grab one of the wardrobe shelves with her right hand, while her left hand kept clutching the dildo base and yanked it all the way inside accidentally. The whole bouquet of the most sensitive spots, as well as the front dildo were disturbed almost at once, and Jen squealed at the top of her voice from the sudden sensation, while her vision was replaced by bright patterns. When she let go of the asshole intruder, it swung to the sides slightly, which set off the orgasm bomb.

The girl fell down inside the wardrobe, screaming and stretching chaotically. What she was experiencing was the only thing that existed at the time. Her intense movements made the sex toys inside her move violently, and she was being hit by tsunamis of pleasure over and over for a big while until she fell **** from the exhaustion.

***

She awoke not long after that. Her muscles felt tired and almost sore. Moving her ass made her feel the fullness from having two dildos in her natural openings. The rear one already grew up to the same size as the front one. The sparks of pleasure she was getting so easily brought her to a conclusion.

"That was a great understimation. I should totally try anal sex once I get out of here. I thought I'm gonna manage it with two dicks, but now I understand it's too hard if they're both that huge."

Jen reached down to peel the latex thong off, and the fabric left her hips... before refusing to go down further. Her hand went up to find out what the problem was and found out that the panties somehow merged with both dildos, both of which had a keyhole at their base on the outer side of the latex piece!

The girl finally opened her eyes and realized that there were more changes to her predicament. First of all, the wardrobe doors were closed. Additionally, a thick steel posture collar was on her neck. Raising her left hand has harder, because two steel bracelets were now locked both on her wrist and forearm. Moving her legs was restricted because of the two-feet spreader bar that was secured on her ankles. All these items, apparently, managed to install themselves automatically, taking advantage of Jen's temporary inadequacy. The sight of many more keyholes to be opened angered the poor girl, and she attempted to stand up.

"Aahh!" — was her first saying after she sat up slowly, doing her best to not wake up the beasts.

"What are you doing? Where are you going? Away? Away from the place that gave you the brightest moments of your entire life?"

"There are... other... places." — Jen pushed the door, but it was designed to open from the outside. She banged at the top of her might, which caused some item to fall down from the ceiling right onto her head, knocking her out.

***

She awakened and saw the ceiling much closer than it was before. The floor was the same, but all the products that were on it before were removed. She could not see anything thorugh the new black walls of this cell, but some light seemed to be passing through. The girl thought that she must have been evacuated into some kind of storage.

Jen resisted wildly: she was banging at the walls, tugging at her tight collar, trying to pull down her forearm bracelet and attempting to break the chain of the spreader bar until her intense movements enabled the dildos permanently locked inside her to do their dirty business, stripping the girl of her will to continue the pointless struggle for now.

ENDING #16