Kylie steps up- Chloe’s fate

Chloe did not show up on Sunday as agreed upon. Kris called Mark and he answered.

“We agreed for the weekend.”

“Ah, yah about that. We’re having so much fun, I’d like to extend my lease.”

Kris switched to a video call. “Show me proof of life now.” She demanded. Mark smiled oafishly and walked down the hall. His footsteps echoed as he made his was upstairs and into his room. He pointed the camere down as he typed a code into a door and the picture got fuzzier as he entered the room. He turned the camera to show Chloe to her mother.

“What the fuck?” Kris said. “I thought you just wanted to fuck her. What is this?”

“Perhaps Presley and I have more in common than I let on. Not to worry. I will have her back to you in one piece.”

“Take the gag out and let me speak to my daughter.” The camera shuffled as Mark complied.

“Mom?” Chloe’s voice was raspy. She was still blindfolded.

“Chloe. Is he hurting you? Are you going to be able to follow up at the party next week?”

“I’m fine mom.” She croaked. “Nothing we can’t fix.”

“You look a wreck. What is he doing to you?”

“Mostly standard stuff until Friday. He’s had me in this room since then.”

“I’m starting to think the asshole breaking comment meant something.”

“Yah. It did.” Chloe grunted. “Are you coming to get me?”

“No dear, he’s extended his lease in exchange for a large fee. Have fun you two.” Kris hung up the phone. Chloe was off the table for now. It was time to call Kylie to the big leagues.

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“Nothing like a mothers love huh?” Mark said condescendingly.

“You should probably start finishing up. You heard her. I have a party to attend next week.” Chloe was exhausted, her body ached and she hadn’t eaten all day. At least she would be slim for her appearance next week she thought.

“I must say, you seem rather nonchalant all things considered.”

“Trust me, I’ve had worse.”

“Do tell. I’m running out of ideas.” He ran a whip along Chloe’s naked back, lazily tracing the red marks soaking into her flesh.

“I’d rather not - Gah!” She exclaimed as Mark struck her back with the whip.

“Have you not enjoyed your stay?”

“I have, but like you said, you’re running out of ideas.” She cringed as another blow struck her back. Sweat dripped from her chin. Her shackles held her arms above her head.

“How much of you is plastic?” Mark asked as he ran his finger up Chloe’s ribs to her hairless armpits. She shivered as the light tingling sensation.

“I don’t see you complaining.”

“No. You are quite beautiful. Modified to be every man’s desire. Taught to fulfill them. Trained to obey. And strong enough to handle the punishment.”

“Love bombing doesn’t quite count as bdsm.” Chloe said with a wry smile.

“It’s too bad you’ve chosen your loyalty to your mother. I would have loved to keep you.” The whip whistled again, this time striking at Chloe’s armpit. She flinched in her bonds but made no noise.

“You talk about me like an object.” Chloe spat.

“What’s the difference? What are you now? Your mother treats you like a fleshlight to be passed around.”

“You sound jealous.” Another strike from the whip, this time harder and against her belly. “Ah!” She yelped a little.

“Seems I’ve actually struck flesh and bone for once.” Mark swatted her a few more times, watching as she swayed this way and that. Her flesh red from the last few days of harsh domination. “Perhaps I am a little jealous. You chose your mother over me and look how she’s squandered you. Always the bottom of the totem pole, never the star. The flesh payment to her clients and rivals.”

“I already told you I like my life. I would always choose my family.”

“Yes it would seem so.” Mark made his way to his wall of toys and removed a speculum. “But family has a price doesn’t it?” He positioned himself behind Chloe and adjusted the speculum. “I’d have treated you so well.”

“Clearly.” Chloe rolled her eyes behind the blindfold. “I spent the first half of the week playing maid and the rest of it being your little torture doll.”

“Tell me you haven’t enjoyed yourself and you’re free to go.” He raised the speculum and positioned its smooth pointed end to Chloe’s puckered asshole. “How many times have you been used here I wonder.” He slowly pressed the head of the speculum into her, it wasn’t difficult. Her bleached asshole was supple and accepted the large metal shaft with relative ease.

“I didn’t say it wasn’t fun. But husband material? You’re not offering much of a change of pace.” Chloe grit her teeth as the speculum entered her. It was cold and the pressure built as it slid deeper. “What’s this now?”

“I want to leave you with a memory of me for at least a week. These blemished will fade quickly.” He rubbed his hand along her bruises and reddened ass.” Once the speculum was in position he cranked the gear and it began to spread. “This is a unique object. They used it during medieval torture. Similar to a speculum but the difference is then number of arms. It’s technically called a pear.”

“You think I haven’t had my asshole ruined before?”

“No. But what’s one more time, for old time’s sake. I’d like to see you actually react to something I do to you.”

“I can play it up more if you want.”

“No no. Just give me your honest reaction. No need for theatrics. I’ll have you nice and loosened up for your party. You can make all the backdoor deals with the assurance that it won’t cause any discomfort.”

“Do you really resent me that much?” Chloe was getting nervous as the pressure inside her built with each turn of the screw.

“I could have owned you. Now i have to lease you. The least I can do is get my money’s worth.”

“Your money’s worth.” Chloe chuckled. “You’re renting a celebrity for pennies on the dollar.” The arms continued to click wider as Mark continued turning the knob. “You have a whole roster of women you could beat to your hearts content and for much less than you’re paying for me.”

“True. And don’t make the mistake of thinking I don’t. I didn’t pay to have this room built just for you.” Chloe groaned a little as her sphincter stretched and her anal cavity began to gape. “But the difference is when those women finish here they go on vacation and fuck who I tell them. You’ll walk a red carpet with a gaping asshole from yours truly.”

“That can’t be worth that much.” Chloe began to feel the discomfort. Her ass was now spread wide open and she could feel her ring reaching its limit.

“You can’t tell me that when you see a senator on tv talking about christian values it doesn’t bring you any joy that he was balls deep in your pussy crying for joy a week ago.”

“You have a point there I guess.” She drew in a sharp breath as Mark continued to expand her colon. “How much more of that you got there?” She asked as her brain flooded with endorphins.

“As much as you want. It’s designed to leave its victim completely ruined.” He stopped cranking the knob and admired her stretched hole. The tight folds of her sphincter had smoothed and there was a bocce ball sized hold leading to a much larger cavern where her tight asshole used to be.

“In for a penny I guess.” Chloe responded as the pleasure washed over her. She’d come to enjoy the meddling with her body. What was one more recovery.

“You want me to fuck it up or leave it here?”

“You’re going to make me say it.”

“Consent and the like.” He responded, admiring his work.

“Like you give a shit.” Chloe braced herself. “Just ruin my shit so I can get out of here. Maybe wank off while you do it so I can get home before dinner.”

“And ruin the fun? You want something to bite down on?”

“Just fucking do it already.” Chloe grit her teeth. Mark took hold of the handle and began to tug at the spread pear. The smooth side drew out but Chloe’s sphincter was at its limit. He began to pull harder. The widened arms of the pear slowly slipped past Chloe’s sphincter pressing the once tight ring further and further outward. The muscle began to give as the massive device plowed its way out of her colon. Chloe’s groans grew louder as the pain continued to escalate. She could feel her body buckling under the pressure. “How much more?” She asked in a pained voice.

“You’ve got another inch or two of dilation to go sweety. Give up?”

“Fuck. Just fucking destroy my shit. Tear me apart. If you don’t absolutely ruin my shit I’m going to sue you into the ground.”

“Good girl.” Mark responded. He gripped the pear with both hands and leaned back, applying the pressure slowly but consistently. He watched as Chloe’s asshole distended, her ring breaking and buckling under the strain of the massive torture device. Chloe screamed, a guttural cry of pain and animalistic excitement as her sphincter broke and her asshole blew out to the size of a melon. The pear finally came free, clattering to the floor but her ass hung gaping and open. Chloe gasped for air as her head swam. The pain was overwhelming.

“Holy shit.” Mark said as he watched piss drip down Chloe’s leg. Mark lunged forward and ran his tongue along the rim of Chloe’s broken asshole. He lapped at the damaged cavern as Chloe’s legs began to shake. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she began to collapse in her bonds, the sensation overwhelming her. Mark stood and yanked her up by her waist. He slid his cock into her pussy and began to thrust with a desperate urgency. He couldn’t take his eyes off her massive broken hole, the cavern was deep and inviting. Her asshole twitched and spasmed as if trying to find its original shape but the vastness was too much to close. Chloe couldn’t speak, her groans and screams of pain and pleasure were like that of an animal. She orgasmed over and over as Mark fucked her, each thrust reminding her of her destroyed asshole.

“Imagine. I put a baby in you right now. You could live here, away from all this debauchery as my pet and partner. You could raise our child here, born of the deepest desire.” Mark was almost talking to himself as Chloe hung almost comatose, her body wracked by her constant orgasms. Mark wrapped his fingers around her neck from behind as he laid into her. “I could own you, body and soul. Think of what we could be together. Remember this as you limp across the red carpet event next week, your asshole gaping even still.” Mark groaned as he flooded her with his seed. Chloe hung breathless and then collapsed onto her knees, her arms suspended above her head as her shoulders caved in and her head hung loose. Mark rushed to undo her bonds and laid her gently to the ground. He admired her pussy, leaking his cum, and her asshole open wide and spasming. “You’re perfect.”