Punish Mika's Ass

Rainbow Mika, former wrestling icon, lay soaked and silent on the mat. Her moans and whimpers scarcely escaped her stiff jaw. The sickly taste of rubber filled her mouth nearly as completely as the gag now locked in place. A sports bra that once helped her maintain the illusion of modesty now rested uselessly above her **** breasts. Sensitive, heavily engorged nipples begged for further attention. Mika's hands fumbled in their mitts against her panties. The damned vibrator hummed away with unrelenting cruelty against the blonde's sensitive labia. Her clone had already **** one body shaking orgasm, and if Mika couldn't get that accursed bead out, that first **** orgasm wouldn't be the last of the evening.

Unfortunately, Mika's tight rainbow patterned thong clung too strongly to her ample curves for her mitted fingers. No matter how the blonde pawed and rubbed against her favorite panties, the cloth refused to budge. If anything, she was only furthering her own sexual torment. It didn't help that her efforts coddled and caressed her sensitive breasts, framing and jutting them out in humiliating fashion. Mika could only imagine what her fans would think. Their idol thrusting her exposed buttocks out for all to see, wiggling her hips luridly in over stimulation, grinding into her helpless hands like a whore. So consumed in humiliation, Mika didn't realize her doppelganger had grown tired of the blonde's predicament.

"Having fun slut?" It still felt so strange to hear her own voice mocking her. A harsh slap across her buttocks brought Mika back to her terrible reality. With a swift kick to the back of the knee, the clone collapsed her prey into a useless pile. Before the former wrestler could come to her senses, the impostor pinned her to the mat. The fully clothed clone sat upon her victim's back and wrangled Mika's mitted hands. With minimal resistance, the clone slipped a thick, strong belt around the blonde's arms. First one, then the other, with teasingly long, slow motions. The soft click of little silver locks cemented Mika's predicament. A third binding linked the blonde's bound elbows together tight behind her shoulder blades.

The former wrestler's hands were already useless, now she couldn't even cover her breasts or reach her swollen, aching crotch. Increasingly Mika's body was bound only for show. The pressure of the doppelganger sitting on her hips, the buzzing of the infernal toy, and her sensitivity from all prior **** nearly brought Mika to another orgasm. Nearly. With a frustrating *click*, the clone silenced the toy violating the blonde's clitoral hood. "We can't have such a filthy fucking whore have too much fun. Dirty little sex toys like you get off when their told, not when they want." Mika hadn't the energy or courage to moan out any stifled protests. The overlarge gag locked between her lips had already painfully stiffened her jaw.

With minimal effort, Mika was brought back onto her feet, and left to struggle helplessly in her new bindings. Her breasts lay bare and defenseless as her mitts failed to reach or cover her sensitive nipples. Cruel fingers teased and toyed along the areolas as Mika pathetically shook and jiggled in restrained resistance. The doppelganger looked her **** dead in the eyes as she slipped her fingers between Mika's breasts. Tickling nails trailed downwards, eliciting little gasps and twitches as they veered further and further towards sopping wet panties. Coy fingers slipped beneath the rainbow threads, and slid them down. A slow deliberate motion that left the stretched elastic clinging to the blonde's substantial thighs. The clone smirked cruelly as Mika's eye's widened.

That was it. The last of Mika's modesty hung uselessly between her knees. She was truly and utterly naked. Her generous posterior no longer framed in a thong, but utterly exposed. Soaking labia and finely trimmed womanhood, swollen and abused, and now on full display. The toy that once buzzed against her most sensitive flesh now lay tauntingly in the fabric Mika desperately wished she could pull back into place. "Listen up whore: You're going to go tit-fuck the pole in the corner, and you're going to stay there rubbing it like a good little slut. If those disgusting panties touch the floor, I'm going to shove them up your ass, then shove them down your throat. Hump twice if you understand." The clone's demands shocked Mika nearly as much as the sudden intrusion of expectant fingers against her crotch. *SMACK* Mika gasped against her massive gag as the impostor's hand collided with her buttocks. *SMACK* Again, humiliating pain wracked hindquarters. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* Again and again, each blow more fiery and degrading than the last. Eventually the blonde's spirit cracked, and her hips reluctantly thrust against the clone's expectant fingers. "Fucking finally... march."

It was a long, slow trudge. Mika was sure her backside must've turned a flagrant, horrid red. Her steps were shaky and uncertain. Pain wracked her steps, and her panties clung perilously between her thighs. Her hands swung uselessly in rhythm with her massive breasts. Even if she could use her fingers, the new bindings on her arms and elbows made any hope of restoring her underwear, or her dignity, utterly impossible. Spittle dribbled down her chin and onto the floor. Her swollen, sensitive labia dripped similarly, with long, slow strands pooling in the already sopping wet fabric about her knees. Mika could not be more relieved her fans couldn't see her in such a disgraceful state. After a walk that felt like an eternity, the blonde reached her destination. Suddenly, she wished the humiliating crawl would've been longer.

The bar was cold. Mika's sensitive breasts fully enveloped the smooth black metal supporting the ring. The blonde closed her eyes as she slowly slid her chest up and down the pole. To her horror, her nipples hardened further, and she felt intimately aware of the toy laying tantalizingly out of her reach. Her leather enclosed fingers begged to tease and pleasure her aching body. How did it come to this? Why had her body betrayed her so thoroughly? So enthralled with such cruel questions, Mika didn't notice her doppelganger's approach.

A sudden intrusion of metal against her cheeks and a slight tug against the leather of her gag brought the blonde out of her anxious inner dialogue. Mika opened her eyes just in time to watch her clone finish wrapping leather reigns around the pole she was now intimately familiar with. Instinctively she pulled her head back, testing the strength of her new binding. Rings she hadn't previously noticed on her gag clicked in metallic resistance. Irritated, the clone tightened the leash, forcing the bright blue rubber of Mika's gag flush against the steel post. *SMACK* The former wrestler was quickly growing to fear her mistress's swift hands. The blonde could only imagine the insidious bindings her clone applied next as her ankles were suddenly **** apart and secured such that Mika's finely reddened ass now protruded, **** out in a lurid display.

The clone's dangerous nails lightly scrapped and traced fine patterns along Mika's buttocks. Her sensitive flesh felt every grazing touch and the blonde whimpered quietly in fear of what would come next. The anxiety only grew when the doppelganger's fingers ceased their teasing crawl along her **** posterior. She shock of cold, sticky oil brought equal parts surprise and relief as Mika's hind was brought to a seductive sheen. The doppelganger then leaned into view, brandishing an astoundingly mortifying assemblage of silicone. Mika wasn't exactly unaware of implements for self pleasure. She had a few favorites squirreled away for particularly stressful nights. This... thing was nothing like even her most daring purchases. Thick and knobbed, pulsating with motorized fervor, and detestably long, it's only unfrightening quality was a generous taper. At least the head could feign modesty. Mika would later regret thinking the taper offered any assurances.

The toy disappeared from the bound blonde's vision, along with her clone's smirking visage. Mika soon felt the monstrosity press against her hindquarters. The clone rested atop Mika's sculpted posterior, her flesh becoming a titillating shelf. Slowly the rubber glided down and along her buttocks, tracing and teasing her oiled flesh. A teasing thrust between the blonde's shapely thighs elicited a shudder of anticipation as Mika's sensitive clitoris quivered from stimulation. The clone continued to tease and torment with grinding thrusts along her captive's womanhood, and along the crevasse of her posterior. Mika couldn't help but buck her hips against the toy, now **** for release along its embarrassing length. "Oh no slut. You haven't earned that..." The clone's words struck an excessively bitter tone as the toy pressed against Mika's anus.

A muffled squeal burst through the blonde's gag as the toy penetrated her. Mika had dreamed once or twice of experimenting with more adventurous bedroom experiences, but she'd never had the guts to violate herself like this. The blonde tightened and clenched instinctively resisting with all her might. The clone remained silent and maintained gentle, constant pressure. Slowly but surely, the toy gained ground, further and further against Mika's wishes. Eventually, the advance halted, and the impostor began removing the intruding implement from Mika's hind. The temporary relief was immediately followed with another ****. And so the dance went, in and out, growing more and more aggressive with each thrust. The blonde offering less and less resistance as the toy found ever increasing penetration.

Much to Mika's shame, after the first few thrusts, the sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant. Then the motors sprang to life. Pulsating vibrations reverberated along Mika's new friend. The blonde could feel a thick, warm fluid coating her insides. With increased lubrication, the toy thrust with greater ease and comfort. Soon a familiar, humiliating heat filled Mika's hips. Groans and gasps of pleasure pressed against the giant ballgag filling her mouth. Breasts swayed rythmicly with the action of her mistress. Were her hands not trapped and bound tight, the blonde would be helpless to keep them away from her aching womanhood. As it was, frustration and lust built in her labia and clit, begging for an impossible release. The newly bound woman began grinding her hips into her master's grasp, **** to reach climax.

"Good little slut! Fuck yourself. Fuck that fat ass like the useless sex doll you are!" *SMACK* Mika continued thrusting against the silicone abomination filling her hindquarters. Further and further down the shaft her hips bucked, with stronger and stronger pulsations and vibrations, leading to nothing but greater and greater frustration. The arena filled with metallic clacks and the groan of stretching leather as the rainbow **** strained and struggled wildly in her bonds.

Soon the groaning and clanking of steel and leather gave way to a long, guttural moan. Mika fell to her knees. Ankles still bound and **** into an awkward splay. Face inches from the top of the pole. Breasts **** against and around the arena's supports and nipples fiercely pebbled in the chilled silence of the room. Once beloved panties now stretched beyond repair, still linking her knees with an indignant dangle. Mika's ravaged ass again protruded blatant and obscene. She was a trophy, a whore, and used solely for her foe's pleasure and amusement. The toy continued pulsing and vibrating inside her. Once again, she'd climaxed for a clone that had done nothing but **** her. This time she hadn't even the excuse of clitoral stimulation. She couldn't lie and say anyone might have fallen in similar circumstance. She'd lost her anal virginity, and her dignity in the most explosive orgasm of her life. "That's right butt slut. You're a just a silicone fuck toy. You want this. You fucking deserve it..." The clone's words cut deep as her voice trailed off.

Mika could only kneel in shame, utterly unable to stand on her own. She could only wait in shameful anticipation for what the clone would do next.