ER - Push her harder

“You sure?” you say, smacking her on the belly with the crop.

She still doesn’t talk. Fine. You pinch her nose and push the dildo back into her mouth, but that just makes her cum even harder. Annoyed, you throw that dildo aside and go back to the cabinet.

You look over your shoulder at the naked woman dripping and quivering, strapped to the horse, that vibe still taped to her clit, keeping her in an elevated, super sensitive state. It can’t feel good anymore. It has to hurt like crazy. But she’s still holding out on you.

What can you do? This woman is even more hardcore than Ela. She’s out of her comfort zone for sure, but not far enough out.

There are anal beads. There are small ones, big ones, and huge ones.

You grab the huge ones and return to the horse, slapping them down on her belly so she can feel what they are. She has to know what they are.

“Why’d you bring her back here?” you demand.

She keeps her mouth tightly shut.

Fine. There’s no shortage of moisture between her legs, but you slather lube anyway because they’re so big.

You ordered her to be silent and she’s trying, but she can’t when you start putting the beads inside her. Anal play works best when the recipient is relaxed, and she is anything but relaxed. Even if she was, these would be huge. Her body is rigid, but you don’t take no for an answer. One bead. Two. Three.

“Ready to talk?” you demand. This is almost scary to do. It’s an escalation each time you push one in, and they’re so big that you can’t do very many without hurting her. Each one that goes in is going to have to come out. If you were in Zofia’s position, you would be so terrified right now.

You pull on the string of beads. No hard enough to bring them out, but enough to make her understand what’s coming. Her body reacts so strongly that one of the straps actually pops loose. You tighten it down and grab her face again.

“Tell me why,” you command. “You think I won’t do it?”

“Do it,” she hisses.

No way. Fine! You grab the string and pull firmly. She chokes and gasps pitifully as the first bead pops out. You step out of the way as she squirts uncontrollably, and looses control of her bladder. You have never seen anyone’s face this red before, but it’s not embarrassment, it’s her blood pressure.

That was just one. There are four more beads inside her. You smack her belly again with the crop, then give the string a warning jerk.

“The rest all come at once,” you threaten. “No one at a time bullshit. Tell me what I want to fucking know! Why did you bring her here?”

Zofia is just shaking her head.

A dom has to follow through. You pull the beads out, not in one jerk, which would be very dangerous, but quickly, and Zofia nearly thrashes herself out of the straps again. It’s several minutes before she’s recovered enough that she can possibly form words. She’s already squirted multiple times and wet herself, and sweated for the past twenty minutes. She’ll be in danger of dehydration if she doesn’t talk soon.

She’s no longer rigid. She’s limp now, breathing raggedly through her nose. She’s trying to squirm her hips. The orgasms have gone too far, and she really wants that vibe off her clit.

“Tell me,” you say, putting your hand on the vibe and pushing it harder against her.

“Because,” she groans. “I knew what she was doing.”

“So?” you shout. “So what?”

“I didn’t want her to be like me!”

The admission takes you by surprise. You pull the vibe off her and step back, watching her wheeze, still strapped to the horse.

So there’s some kind of pride or shame or guilt or something here. You didn’t see any of that in Ela, but Zofia and Ela are different people. And Zofia must feel very protective of her younger sister. You feel like that one sentence kind of makes it all come into focus, but that does not make it OK.

You grab her face again.

“You dumb bitch,” you snap. “There’s nothing wrong with being a sub. There’s nothing wrong with liking getting bullied. It is wrong to kidnap your sister! It is wrong to fuck up her plans! Her career! Her relationship! She gets to be whoever she wants! Just like you get to be whoever you want!”

You are not used to screaming at people, but it is technically part of being a dom. Besides, Zofia’s in the military. She’s been yelled at before.

Still, your little scolding seems to leave her shaken. You think that you got through to her.