Crazy Pegged with a huge strapon ( Prostate milking and anal fisting )

In the seedy underbelly of the leather and lace district, nestled between a seedy motel and an adult bookstore, lies one of the city’s most notorious BDSM clubs – The Lair. It’s here, in the dimly lit dungeon of whips, chains and leather, that Mistress Raven rules supreme with an iron fist – and a dildo the size of a baby’s arm.

Tonight is a special night. Tonight, Mistress Raven has a new submissive to break in – a nervous young buck named Chad. Chad has been begging Mistress Raven for months to unleash her strap-on arsenal on his virgin pucker. Mistress Raven has finally relented, on one condition – Chad must endure her most extreme torments. Anything less would be an insult to her skill.

Chad enters the dungeon, clad only in a jockstrap and his nervousness. Mistress Raven lounges on a leather chaise, clad head to toe in black leather. Black thigh-high boots encase her long legs, ending in needle-sharp stiletto heels. Gloved hands caress a massive black strap-on, easily the size of a Coke can in girth and length.

“Kneel before me, fleshlight,” Mistress Raven purrs, red lips curling. “Let’s see if you’re worthy of my royal dicklet.”

Chad hastily drops to his knees, quivering. Mistress Raven reaches out with one booted foot, planting it firmly on his chest. She applies pressure, pushing him flat on his back. Once Chad is splayed before her, Mistress Raven straddles his head. Her gloved hand grasps the flaccid strap-on, pulling it towards Chad’s mouth.

“Worship it, whore. Get it nice and slippery,” Mistress Raven commands. “Falling down your throat will be more pleasant if it’s lubricated.”

Chad gasps as the dildo enters his mouth, its weight immense. It tastes of latex and sweat, and he dutifully begins to lick and suck. Mistress Raven grinds her hips, forcing the dildo deeper down his throat. Chad gags and retches, tears streaming down his cheeks. Mistress Raven stretches her jaw in an exaggerated tooth-filled grimace.

“Stakes are high,” she says in a mocking falsetto. “Poor Chad never knew dick wasn’t just for Connecticut.”

She pulls the dildo out of Chad’s violated mouth, holding it up for him to see. Cobwebs of drool connect it to his lips. Mistress Raven laughs cruelly.

“On your hands and knees, bitch. I’m going to rearrange your colon,” she sneers. “Mummy always said you’d make a lousy toaster, but a damn fine cocksleeve.”

Chad scrambles to obey, instinctively tensing as he feels the dildo press against his asshole. Mistress Raven positions the strap-on at his entrance, applying pressure. The head pops in, eliciting a yelp from Chad. She doesn’t let up, pushing in inch after inch of girthy monstrosity until her pelvis meets his ass. Mistress Raven lets it rest there, savoring the feel of Chad’s tight sphincter stretched to maximum capacity.

“If that thing was any deeper in you, it’d be peeking out through your nose,” she jeers. “Gagging on eggplant’s easier than swallowing Raven’s sausage, dummy.”

Mistress Raven commences fucking Chad ruthlessly. Her hips piston back and forth, the leather straps creaking with each thrust. Any sounds of pleasure Chad tries to make are swallowed by a fluffy pink ball gag she forces into his mouth. His previous nerves have abandoned him, replaced by numbness. Tears flow down his face in a steady stream as Mistress Raven jackhammers his prostate like a human jackhammer.

After what feels like hours, Mistress Raven reaches down, sliding two fingers alongside the strap-on into Chad’s ass. She curls them to hook his bowel, pushing inward. Her fingers push deeper, all the way to the knuckle, and she starts to twist and frig his insides. Chad howls in pain and terror as she probes his intestines like she’s searching for spare change in a purse.

Mistress Raven isn’t done yet. She pulls out her fingers, and Chad feels relief wash over him – relief that is short-lived. Mistress Raven slides her whole fist into him, pushing through his sphincter until she’s wrist-deep in his guts. Chad screams, thrashing wildly against his bonds. He can feel the concave shape of Mistress Raven’s fist spreading his colon all the way up to his throat.

“Fisting – slam your fist in and it’s slam-bam thank you ma’am!” Mistress Raven snarks, her fist Pumping in and out of Chand’s ass. “Remember respect, and your ass will work wonders!”

Mistress Raven grabs Chad by the hair, pulling his head back to scream at him.

“Cum for me, whore! Cum from having your boypussy manhandled!” she riels, doubled over, her fist pounding Chad up the backside.

Something deep inside Chad snaps. He feels an intense orgasm, more powerful than anything he’s ever felt before, crashing over him in waves of pleasure-pain. As the first spurt of cum splatters on the dungeon floor, Mistress Raven laughs.

“Congratulations, bitch. You’re officially a cumdump. I’ve milked your prostate like you were a kosher cow. installations. antenna. pubic.” she cheers. “Now go clean my fist for me, you polyglot prick.”

The dungeon reverberates with Mistress Raven’s cruel laughter as she flips Chad over and slaps his raw buttocks, leaving red handprints for him to remember his first pegging session by.