The beginning of her end.

Celene quickly found her way to the bathroom and thanked her lucky stars that the furthest stall was empty. She locked the door behind her, and her skirt was on the floor before she realised it. The dildo had teased her almost to insanity, and she needed it taken care of right now. Her hands found the base of the dildo, and she began to pull it out. As she did, the hard ridges and bumps scraped across her sensitive flesh, and she moaned in pure pleasure as her desires flared up. She slammed it back in one powerful move and a small jet of her juices shot from around the toy from the ****. She gave a louder moan this time, not even realising what she was doing. A soft but firm bump scraped across her G-spot, and a protrusion that wasn't there a second ago brushed against her clit. With each second, and each thrust, her moans became louder and louder, as her pleasure rose to unseen heights. After several minutes of fucking herself, she finally pushed herself past her limits, and with a mighty scream, literally exploded all over the place. A spray of her cunt juices hit the door, before streaming down and forming a growing pool on the floor. her body shook violently as wave after wave of euphoria flooded her senses. It took several more minutes before her moans, screams and spasms died down, and her mind was blissfully blank after all that.

She gathered herself, and after straightening her clothes as best as she could, opened the stall door.

Only to be met with the angry, disappointed eyes of the school principal.

Only now did she realise what she had done, and her face became bright red in embarrassment. Countless people were gathered around the door, and more than view had their phones out to record whatever was happening. Suffice it to say, she was quickly escorted out of the school. She was suspended indefinitely, citing indecent behaviour. Her scholarship dried up quickly after that, and her grades took a sharp dive from almost perfect, to downright pathetic. Her friends quickly abandoned her, and she found herself more and more alone with the last form of pleasure she had left.

But the dildo knew that its time with its current host was rapidly ending. It went too fast with this one, and as a result, she lost her usefulness. So she began to scour her surroundings for a way to leave and find a new host. It found one not too much after when its host was watching a news report about the local political landscape.

With a new host found, it took control of Celene one last time and prepared to move on.

Celene awoke with a jolt. Her head hurt for some reason, and she raised her hands to her temples to massage away some of the pain. The sharp jingle of metal stopped that action, and she felt the bite of steel handcuffs around her wrists. Following the little steel chain, she saw that the other cuff was closed around the steering wheel of her fourth-hand car. She gave her hands a quick pull but found the chains unrelenting in keeping her cuffed in place. Thinking about how she got here, a set of memories returned to her.

She remembered finding the box with the strange dildo. She remembered using it, and she certainly remembered the pleasure. Her time at school came back to her, as well as that fateful moment in the toilet, and the weeks that followed her expulsion. She saw herself buy a small ornate wooden box lined with deep purple velvet. It had cost her the last of her money. She pulled the fleshy dildo from her pussy, and placed the toy inside the box. It was still glistening with her juices, and a thick strand stuck to her hand as she pulled it out of the box. Her pussy felt empty and abandoned after weeks of being wrapped around the toy, but she still remembered how she closed the box, wrapped it in expensive gift paper, and wrote an address on it in handwriting she did not recognize as her own. She remembered depositing it in the nearest mailbox, before driving her rickety car out of town, and stopping in the middle of a railway crossing, in the dead of night.

The memories ended, and Celene looked around her car, **** for a way out. She saw an empty jerrycan laying on the floor beside her, and only now smelled the sharp odour of petrol all over the car and her clothes. From outside, the red flashing of warning lights and the loud bearing of an alarm told her a train was coming. From her rearview mirror, she saw a spot of light coming her way fast, and the bearing of the train's horn was the last thing she heard before everything went dark again.

The early morning sun fell through large windows into a kitchen filled with expensive equipment. From the door opening walked a woman in her late thirties or early forties, it was hard to tell. She yawned and stretched her arms above her head to work out the kinks. As she did, the sheer see-through material of her nightgown fell tight against her ample breasts. They were large, firm and round. And despite her age, still completely natural. In fact, nothing about this woman was the result of a medical procedure.

Her long honey blonde hair fell in loose curls to just below her naked shoulders. She used her slender fingers with well-manicured nails to brush it out of her face, revealing a pair of beautiful baby blue eyes. A small cute nose and full puffy lips completed the face perfectly. She had, as mentioned, large round breasts, that were capped with two puffy pink nipples. Her stomach was flat, with the faintest of muscle definition, the result of a strict workout regimen. Long, powerful legs, that seemed to go on forever, until ending with a firm bubbly but. Her pussy was neat and clean, with only a carefully kept strip of blonde hair above it.

This woman of perfection was Caroline Stevenson nee Summerfield. Wive of senator David Stevenson, and unashamed golddigger. She knew from an early age, as soon as puberty began to set in, that she was ridiculously good-looking. That belief was only reinforced during her school years when she had every male student and teacher wrapped around her finger. She never wanted anything, as she could easily persuade everyone around her to get her what she wanted, and her grades were always perfect. In part, because Caroline was not at all stupid, her exceptional beauty hid a sharp and analytical mind. But when that was not enough, she had no qualms about using her body to "persuade" some of her teachers to increase her grades.

But she was never one for the life of the working class. She wanted to live in luxury, without having to do anything for it. And that moment came when she was approached by the assistant of her soon-to-be husband David. He put it to her simple; He needed a wife to boost up his image. Some arm candy to increase his standing in the community. He expected her to play the part of the pretty and loving wife to his charming and caring husband.

But they both knew what it was about. An arrangement that gave both exactly what they wanted. The deal was made, and a year later, David managed to get his position as senator. Her life of luxury only improved after that. In return, she played the part perfectly. She was the loving wife in public, hanging on his arm to dazzle and charm those around them. In bed, she repaid him by giving him the most amazing sex she could. After three years though, things started to change, Caroline found herself slowly growing attracted to David. She quickly learned that her husband was just as morally depraved as she was. He used everyone, and everything around himself to benefit himself. This included her, and she had no qualms with that, as it was the basis of their entire relationship. So it should have come as no surprise that David recognized himself in his wife, and they quickly sat down to renegotiate their agreement.

What was at first a mutually beneficial relationship, soon turned into a partnership that found both parties far more invested. Caroline's hidden intellect allowed her to spy on their enemies. Hidden under the guise of a stupid trophy wife. David's ruthlessness quickly took advantage of everything his wife dredged up, and the competition soon fled town. Leaving them as the top political players of the state, and with all the time and money to indulge in their decadent lifestyles.

Hell, they were indulging in it just this morning, when his assistant showed up at their mansion telling them that an incident required his presence with something out of town. Of course, neither person appreciated their morning fun being interrupted, so the poor woman was now Safely tucked away in their hidden dungeon. That was another thing they shared, their sexual desires often went into the darker sides, and David has built them a fully equipped sex dungeon in their mansion. She reminded herself to check on his assistant later today, to see how she was faring, but first, she had her morning rituals to complete.

She walked towards the kitchen counter where a maid had placed the mail in a neat stack and began to sort through it. On a wall, a flatscreen was showing the local morning news, and it was displaying some video footage of a news helicopter circling a derailed train. The burned-out wreck of a cheap car was off to the side, and several firemen were in the process of cutting open the wreck. An insert showed her the face of a young woman, apparently called Celene. She drifted off at that, she cared not for the woman, only that her stupid actions caused them to stop their morning fun. As she went to look back through the mail, she saw the pool boy at work cleaning out their fancy pool. He was roughly eighteen or nineteen, and his well-toned body called out to her.

Her hand hit something harder than envelopes, and she looked away from the young man to see a wrapped package. She opened it and found an ornate box made from rare wood. She opened the box and gasped when she saw its contents.

Laying on a cushion of purple velvet, was a fleshy dildo. She picked it up, noting how warm and thick it was as her hand barely wrapped around it. Upon making contact, her mind blanked out for a second, before her lips twisted into a sinister grin. The rush of memories she got from the unholy toy filled her with excitement. The dildo had connected to her, and in her mind, saw the sheer debauchery this woman and her husband would often indulge in. It could feed here, it could grow here. It promised Caroline untold pleasures, asking only for a chance to feed on the desires and emotions of others. And being the opportunistic woman she was, Caroline accepted.

She walked with purpose through her mansion, up the large spiral stairs that hugged the walls of the main entrance hall. And up a second smaller stair into the attic. The dim light coming from muted lamps illuminated a room decorated in reds, blacks, and deep blues. Devices meant to pleasure and torment stood against walls, ready to be used. In the centre of their dungeon stood the hapless assistant that had to bring the unfortunate news this morning.

Her arms were spread out above her head, and locked into sturdy leather cuffs. Her legs were also spread uncomfortably far apart and equally locked in place on the floor. A blindfold obscured her emerald green eyes, leaving her in total darkness. A bright red ballgag prevented her from making any sound. She was, of course, completely naked. Her ample breasts stood out firmly and were topped with hard nipples. Each nipple was pierced by a golden ring, the punishment for a previous mistake, and a golden chain ran between them with several weights attached to them. Between her legs, her waxed pussy was spread apart. Her clit was also pierced, and a barbell piercing ran through the sensitive organ.

The woman was making constant moans as a thick dildo was relentlessly plunging in and out of her pussy, courtesy of a fucking device positioned perfectly between her legs. Caroline stopped the device and withdrew the arm until the dildo was completely out. She replaced the dildo with the fleshy new one, and could only marvel as she saw the toy adjust itself to attach to the steel piston. She tapped the dildo lovingly, before pressing the start button on the device causing it to plunge straight back into a warm pussy.

They were going to have so much fun with this thing. But first, her own fun. Her thoughts drifted back to the young pool boy, and she licked her lips at the thought of his cock. She made her way into the master bedroom and opened the doors to her walk-in closet. She took out a skimpy bikini that was really designed to expose more than it hid and changed into it. From her bedroom window, she saw the boy diligently cleaning the pool, and she wondered if he was up for a reward. She would soon find out, but as she made her way to the double doors leading to the terras, she already knew the answer; Of course, he was. Who could refuse her after all?

And that's it for me I'm afraid.

When I started this branch, I had all kinds of ideas in mind, but as the lengthy pauses can attest, putting them to part was nearly impossible. So instead of leaving the branch open and dead, I decided to finish it. Not a happy ending for Celene, I know, but in my mind, that is what you get when dealing with the devil's toys. One can only guess if Caroline and David can do better. Feel free to pick it up from here with the new characters I made. Or go back one chapter if you would like to make more things with Celene.

Either way, I hope you enjoyed my short addition to this story, and have a good time reading and writing the rest.

Cheers.