chapter 2

"Where​ ​the​ ​fuc-​ ​AAA!"​ ​Her​ ​curse​ ​was​ ​cut​ ​off​ ​with​ ​a​ ​yelp​ ​as​ ​her​ ​eyes​ ​adjusted​ ​to​ ​the​ ​light​ ​and
she​ ​was​ ​faced​ ​with​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of​ ​her​ ​pussy,​ ​kept​ ​open​ ​and​ ​ready​ ​with​ ​pink​ ​straps.​ ​The​ ​straps
decorated​ ​ever​ ​inch​ ​of​ ​her​ ​body,​ ​causing​ ​her​ ​plump​ ​fat​ ​to​ ​flow​ ​into​ ​the​ ​gaps.​ ​She​ ​was​ ​tied​ ​down to​ ​a​ ​metal​ ​beamed,​ ​white​ ​cot,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​more​ ​she​ ​took​ ​in​ ​the​ ​more​ ​her​ ​stomach​ ​churned.​ ​She
was​ ​being​ ​pounded​ ​by​ ​a​ ​mechanical​ ​dildo​ ​in​ ​her​ ​ass.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​thick​ ​and,​ ​like​ ​the​ ​straps,​ ​a​ ​pastel
pink.​ ​Judging​ ​by​ ​how​ ​wet​ ​her​ ​ass​ ​felt,​ ​sweat​ ​pooling​ ​down​ ​onto​ ​the​ ​sheets,​ ​and​ ​how​ ​it​ ​sloshed
with​ ​lewd​ ​noises​ ​every​ ​time​ ​it​ ​entered​ ​her,​ ​it​ ​had​ ​been​ ​there​ ​for​ ​a​ ​while.​ ​Her​ ​tits,​ ​kept​ ​firm​ ​but
still​ ​pillowy​ ​by​ ​the​ ​straps,​ ​bounced​ ​with​ ​the​ ​rhythm;​ ​they​ ​slapped​ ​against​ ​her​ ​bound​ ​tummy,
which​ ​was​ ​stinging​ ​and​ ​a​ ​bright​ ​pink​ ​from​ ​the​ ​abuse.​ ​She​ ​could​ ​hardly​ ​see​ ​her​ ​faint​ ​stretch
marks.

She​ ​released​ ​a​ ​slight​ ​moan.​ ​The​ ​dildo,​ ​as​ ​if​ ​responding,​ ​picked​ ​up​ ​it's​ ​pace.​ ​It​ ​shook​ ​the
connecting​ ​pole​ ​to​ ​her​ ​bed,​ ​which,​ ​in​ ​turn,​ ​jiggled​ ​her​ ​body.​ ​She​ ​wasn't​ ​huge​ ​by​ ​any​ ​means,​ ​but
it​ ​was​ ​still​ ​enough​ ​force​ ​to​ ​make​ ​her​ ​jiggle​ ​like​ ​a​ ​bowl​ ​of​ ​jello-​ ​for​ ​some​ ​reason,​ ​this​ ​only​ ​turned
her​ ​on​ ​more,​ ​the​ ​sweat​ ​on​ ​her​ ​ass​ ​mingling​ ​with​ ​the​ ​scent​ ​of​ ​her​ ​juices.​ ​She​ ​could​ ​feel​ ​the​ ​dildo
stretching​ ​her​ ​walls​ ​out​ ​now​ ​that​ ​her​ ​body​ ​was​ ​self​ ​lubricating​ ​more,​ ​and​ ​considering​ ​the​ ​fact
that​ ​she​ ​and​ ​Kyle​ ​didn't​ ​exactly​ ​experiment​ ​that​ ​much,​ ​it​ ​felt...​ ​Odd.​ ​She​ ​didn't​ ​enjoy​ ​the​ ​feeling
in​ ​her​ ​head,​ ​but​ ​her​ ​body,​ ​oh,​ ​her​ ​body,​ ​the​ ​roughness​ ​of​ ​the​ ​toy's​ ​ridges​ ​and​ ​it's​ ​friction​ ​against her​ ​fat​ ​made​ ​her​ ​pussy​ ​feel​ ​like​ ​it​ ​was​ ​about​ ​to​ ​explode.​ ​She​ ​feels​ ​hotter,​ ​way​ ​hotter,​ ​and
suddenly​ ​-​ ​She's​ ​coming,​ ​she's​ ​coming,​ ​she's​ ​coming...!


A​ ​white​ ​flash,​ ​and​ ​she​ ​passes​ ​out​ ​again,​ ​hanging​ ​loosely​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bed.​ ​A​ ​figure​ ​dressed​ ​in​ ​a
labcoat​ ​steps​ ​into​ ​the​ ​plain​ ​white,​ ​padded​ ​room,​ ​a​ ​clipboard​ ​in​ ​hand.​ ​He​ ​jots​ ​something​ ​down,
tongue​ ​sticking​ ​out​ ​in​ ​what​ ​seems​ ​like​ ​contemplation.​ ​He​ ​walks​ ​up​ ​to​ ​Regan,​ ​and​ ​prods​ ​her stomach​ ​with​ ​his​ ​pen-​ ​his​ ​face​ ​stays​ ​stoic,​ ​but​ ​a​ ​slight​ ​swell​ ​in​ ​his​ ​trouser​ ​reveals​ ​something
more.​ ​His​ ​tanned,​ ​wrinkled​ ​hand​ ​reaches​ ​down​ ​and​ ​cups​ ​her​ ​breast-​ ​He​ ​thumbs​ ​her​ ​nipples,
and,​ ​after​ ​a​ ​moment,​ ​releases​ ​the​ ​straps​ ​holding​ ​her​ ​in​ ​place​ ​with​ ​a​ ​button​ ​on​ ​the​ ​side​ ​of​ ​her
bed.

"This​ ​is​ ​going​ ​to​ ​be​ ​fun..."

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Hey guys! Maybe comment with some experiments we can put Regan through before I progess the story? ;-)