Release

Ellie was quick to obey. She hopped onto the bed and put her ass in the air, taking the initiative to spread her cheeks with her hands. When she didn't feel Abby climb onto the bed behind her after a few moments, Ellie looked behind her - Abby had her phone out, and had snapped photos of Ellie in this position. She blushed.

Abigail grinned at her. "Just immortalizing this moment," she said. She got onto the bed behind Ellie, slathering lube onto her strap-on. "Now," she said, "I'm sure there will be times that I order you to be as loud as you can. But today, why don't you bite that pillow to help you keep quiet while I fuck you?"

Eleanor grabbed the pillow next to her and pulled it under her head, pressing her face into it as she felt Abby pulling her plug out of her ass. She did moan, and was grateful for the muffle. Then she felt the tip of Abby's rubber cock press against her hole, and she moaned continuously as it pushed further and further in, bit by bit. It stretched her, even prepped by the plug, and went deeper and deeper until Eleanor felt Abby's soft thighs press against her own.

"Good girl," Abigail muttered, and started thrusting slowly. The ease with which her dildo slid into and out of Ellie's ass, and Ellie's continual low moans into the pillow, urged Abby on, and she picked up her pace quickly. Soon, she was pounding into Ellie's ass, and Ellie had to mash her face into the pillow to muffle her screams.

She'd never managed to fuck herself this hard - didn't have the angle, didn't have the leverage. She could only imagine what her curvy mistress looked like while she fucked her. She gathered the scraps of her will and picked her head up from the pillow. "Please..." she begged, "please record. I want to see what this looks like." She let herself collapse onto the mattress again, blissful to be ravaged; either Abby would record or she wouldn't.

Somehow, the pace picked up even more after a couple of minutes. It hurt, at this point, and it was humiliating for Eleanor to realize she liked it like that. The pain was part of the pleasure, and her release was finally coming. She could feel her body prepping to orgasm, and she willed herself to string together words one more time: "Mistress, can I cum? Please?"

Abigail laughed. For a few heartbeats, it seemed like she was going to ignore Eleanor's question - but finally, she said, "cum for me, little slut. You earned it."

The response was immediate. Eleanor screamed into her pillow and felt her whole body quiver as she finally got to cum. Despite her cock being kept soft by the cage, she felt her semen pour out of her onto the sheets below, a week's worth of build-up finally escaping. It felt like it lasted forever, and her body kept twitching even after the stream stopped.

And Abby kept fucking her, too. There was no stopping, or even slowdown, to accommodate her post-orgasm sensitivity, and Ellie just helplessly grunted into the pillow with each thrust. She could see stars, and she couldn't form the words to beg Abby to stop - and couldn't imagine Abby would even if she managed to. It was blissful agony.

Eventually Abby slowed, breathing heavily, then stopped, then pulled the cock out of Eleanor's ass. She felt the cool air of the room hit her gaped asshole, a comfort after all the heat and friction. She just panted, ass still in the air, resting and awaiting instructions.