Dildo and gaping

"I hear their species often uses devices to assist in the sex act," the next Keltraxan says. "Demonstrate on the female."

"You heard our guest," the host says.

Still sweating and overwhelmed with the mixed emotions and sensations of the first act, it takes a moment to process what they are asking of you. A table that wasn't next to the bed is there now, sporting a box of toys.

Toby takes the initiative. He grabs your wrists and brings your arms up by your head. Pushing you into the mattress with a knee, he takes a cord from the box and ties your hands behind the headboard. Secured thusly, you can do little more than spread your legs and arch your ass and cunt upwards.

"Hmm, which to begin with?" Toby muses. He picks up a massive, purple dildo, easily three times the girth of his own cock and probably twice his length. Your eyes widen, and you start to protest, but fortunately he thinks better and selects a more manageable toy. This dark blue dildo is about the size of an average human cock.

It's already lubed, so all he has to do is shove it inside you. But where would the fun in that be? Instead, he presses it in between your tits and begins stroking its tip up and down the sensitive skin between your cleavage. Your breathing intensifies as you watch the dildo move through the slick beads of sweat that have collected across your chest. "Mmmm," you gasp.

"You like that, hmm? Like the feeling of a fake dong on your titties? Are you getting wet for a fake dick?" Toby's other hand reaches down to find out the answer for himself. "Such a dumb little slut, getting ready to take a fake cock."

"Oh, yes." Your voice is raspy now, full of urgency. "Fuck me with that cock."

"Why should I?"

"Because I'm a slut. A slut who deserves fat, fake cock."

"I don't believe you!"

You whimper and bend your legs so you can cantilever your lower half upwards even more. "Pleeeaasse, master. Please fuck your slut. Slut needs cock, master. Please fuck slut!" Your words start slurring together, phrases becoming meaningless noise.

Convinced now of your urgency, your master lowers the dildo towards your entrance. He presses it against your lips, then thrusts into you slowly. "That's it. Take it. Take it all inside you." He keeps going until you've taken the entire toy, its flared base flush against your opening.

He pulls the dildo out, then repeats. Thrust, remove, thrust, remove. Faster. Fucking you, just like you wanted. Your cunt contracts around the foreign object, its lube and your juices speeding it on its journey. Master strokes your breasts with his free hand, plays with your nipples. You can do nothing except scream in ecstasy and fulfillment.

But it's not like this is even the finale. Master is just getting started. He swaps out the blue dildo for an even thicker black one. This one comes with a vibrator setting too, and it begins to pulse after he installs it in the base. You think he's about to replace the blue dildo in the basket, but then he seems to change his mind. Instead he reaches down and presses its tip against your asshole. Your eyes widen as they make contact with his, but you say nothing, and your master penetrates your anus with the toy.

Double-stuffed with dildos, the procedure continues for several minutes, silence punctuated only by your thick and sloppy moaning. Soon it's clear that the black dildo/vibrator is still not enough. And so comes the time for the purple confection, the massive, eggplant like toy. Slipping the black dildo from you_, _Master uses both hands to guide the unnaturally-sized member into your stretched and eager cunt. You take it all inside you like the whore that you've become, performing on demand for this audience.

He repeats what he did last time, moving you up a size in your ass, the blue dildo now cast back into the basket for being far too small. One hand on each dildo now, he fucks you by proxy, triggering orgasm after orgasm.

Then he pulls both dildos savagely from your holes, and you gasp and try to catch your breath. Pussy and asshole are now gaping wide open. But he's not done, not by a long shot. Buried at the bottom of the basket is a pair of sparkling green cocks the likes of which you've never seen. Easily a foot and a half long each, the shafts thicker than Master's forearm, you shake your head. "N-n-no, Master. Please. Pu-please don't."

Master leans in close, his breath hot on your face as he places his hand around your neck and gently squeezes. "You're refusing me? Refusing our hosts?"

Your depth of field adjusts, and you focus past him on the audience staring with rapt interest in your predicament. "I-I-uh-n-no. But it's so big. I can't take that in me."

"You can if I say you can, bitch!" He starts untying the cord around your wrists, and you wonder for a moment if this means a reprieve. But he is only releasing you so he can reposition you. He flips you onto your stomach, pulls your hands behind your back and ties them there, pushing your face down into the pillow. This way you can't see as he positions the cocks at each of your entrances and presses them into you simultaneously.

The dildos are joined at their base and engineered in such a way that as your cunt and ass muscles squeeze them, you pull them and stretch them deeper into you, filling every crevice. The cock shafts are ripped and dripping with lubricant. The effect is both painful and pleasurable, the two feelings now indistinguishable. Your screams are muffled by the pillow, and you can only imagine how you look to your audience: nothing but a big ass and dripping, hairy cunt, impaled on two green rods. You really are just a dumb bitch now, made to be fucked and played with at your Master's pleasure.

The dildos planted deep inside you now, your own body does the work of stimulating you. Every small movement gets magnified into a seismic wave as the dildos shift in reaction. This frees up your Master to stroke and caress your ass, your breasts, even your face. "Such a perfect body," he stage-whispers. "So fucking ready for anything. You were wasted, back in your life on Earth, you know. This is what you're made for. This is what you are, an animal ready to fuck and get fucked on command."

Master goes on like this for you don't know how long, stroking you and reassuring you, almost hynoptic. You aren't quite driven to orgasm. It's better (worse?), more like you're being held at a constant stage of near-coming. But the collar around your neck does not intervene, so you assume the two of you are satisfying your audience.

After what seems like forever, he liberates the dildos from you carefully, almost surgically. "You are your holes," he says. He slips several fingers into your asshole and then does the same with your vagina, fitting an entire fist inside you and even past his wrist up towards his arm. You scream and moan and suddenly the dam breaks as he wiggles fingers against your walls and you're coming and you're squeezing around Master's hands and he's stroking you, petting you from the inside and calling you a dirty fucktoy and you're yes fuck yes no please harder fuck fuck FUCK

Toby pulls his hands out. You roll onto your back, but your cunt is still gaping, stretched and abused, still leaking your juices onto the well-stained sheets.

Your audience is silent, apparently stunned by the intensity of your play. They have nothing like this on their planet, no artifice to their sex, no chances to lose themselves within roles of submission and dominance.

You pity them, because it's in those moments you feel most at home within your body, most natural and connected to yourself, and to the man touching and using you.

Toby's hand finds yours, squeezing it, while you wait for whatever is to come.