The Client Wanted To Prolapse

Diana Reynolds took a deep breath.

"One woman...we'd had several sessions together. Tested her limits. She'd had a very tightly structured upbringing, lots of high expectations, challenges. This was her way of letting off steam, but beyond that, it was her way of discovering herself. I liked to push her a little past where she thought she could go. Try the next size dildo on the strap-on. Hold out for ten more seconds, ten more strokes. I made her sweat, I hurt her sometimes, but I was always there for the aftercare, to kiss her and hug her and hold the ice pack in place and..."

The topless woman stared Lois in the eyes. Lois knew that expression.

"She trusted you," Lois said. "She wanted more."

Diana nodded.

"When she told me...I told her I'd never done that before. I knew about it. I told her the dangers. How it would hurt. That she might need surgery to correct it. The idea excited her. I could see how hard her nipples were, through her shirt, as she talked about it. Eventually, I said yes. We made our preparations, and..." Diana licked her lips. "She was bent over one of our sawhorses. Legs and arms in latex, her breasts hung free. I didn't gag her, because I wanted her to have the safeword, but she had a bit in her mouth to bite down on...and I was wearing the same elbow-length latex ****, and I stared at that freshly-cleaned-out ass, and I knew my job was to destroy it."

"I gave her an olive oil enema, to begin. Just picked up the bottle and emptied it into her. She'd already had four water enemas, there was nothing else in her...but I wanted the lube. I pressed the fingers of my right hand against her little pink hole...and we'd already gotten plugs that big inside of her...but it was different this time. I'd never fisted her before. I could feel her shiver as I pushed in...and she made a noise, deep in her throat, because I had to apply more pressure to get my thumb in...and then it was inside of her, so hot and squishy, oil dripping out of her ass, and I brought my other hand up..."

Her nipples were hard, Lois noticed. Diana fidgeted in her seat, wiped sweaty palms on her knees.

"...she began to squirm. I told her how well she was doing...and then I put on my domme voice and told her to stop being such a little bitch. That she had paid for it and that I wasn't going to stop. That she deserved this, for being the perverted slut that she was. That I was going to tear her ass in two and she was going to take it because she was the biggest whore in the world, and this was nothing compared to what Satan's cock would feel like when she went to hell for being the dirty slut she was."

Color had risen on Diana's cheeks.

"It was...it was just part of the act, right? I would have stopped, if she had used the word. I would have. I swear I...I mean, I was excited about the moment, the way my other hand slid in...the way she screamed as the bit fell out of her mouth, when both my latex-clad wrists rubbed together inside of her. I'd balled my hands up into fists and I held my arms stiff as I moved back and forth. I was double-fist-fucking her...harder and harder. The flesh would bulge as I brought my hands back because of course it was too big to pull them both out like that...too big and...and it was just sort of engrossing, to see how huge her ass could stretch. Something splashed me, and I don't know if she peed or squirted but I...I got rough...aggressive. I kept pushing and pulling, pushing and pulling, harder and hard and then..."

She licked her lips quickly, and Lois noticed Diana was perspiring freely.

"...I pulled my hands free. Both of them at once. It was like she was shitting a bowling ball. And her insides just...just this raw fucking meat, came out and I...I bent down and buried my face in it as she screamed and squirmed, I stabbed my tongue right into the center of that thing, and it was like licking a raw steak that had been brushed with olive oil. We...we had pictures taken for posterity," Diana swallowed and gave a guilty smile. "She even tipped me for doing such a good job."

Lois Lane breathed out...and realized she had one question left to ask.