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Begging you to ram my cock inside you, to fill you up, to breed you like a cat in heat?”
    â€œOh yes, yes,” she managed to choke out, as he continued to press the button. More images, each with another stripe or two, the flesh swelling around the angry welts.
    Then he pushed the button one more time and her image on the tiny screen began to move. He’d taken a video, and Chelsea listened to herself cry out every time the can came down, watched herself beg for more.
    â€œOh God, oh God,” she chanted, shivering, her need too much. Her hand slid off the cool marble and down to her pussy, only to be savagely grabbed and slammed back down on the sink.
    â€œNo,” Ricardo said calmly. “Just watch.”
    He made her watch the entire thing. It was only a minute, maybe less, and by the end her ass on the little screen was covered with deep red welts, every inch of it pink withblood flowing to the area under the skin. She was trembling, crying, begging. Mostly begging.
    The video ended.
    â€œHow wet are you for me now, little one?”
    Ricardo didn’t wait for an answer. He dipped a finger down between her legs, just far enough to graze her clit, to slide down to the opening of her pussy. She was drenched; she felt herself drip onto him. She tried to rub against his hand, but he pulled it away.
    â€œHow badly to you need to be used? To have your holes filled and fucked?”
    â€œBadly,” she begged. “Please. Please .” Just like in the video he’d shown her, but even more needful.
    It was like this with Ricardo, ever escalating, ever mounting higher and higher. She ground her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, and focused all her effort on staying still for him while he moved around the small bathroom.
    Something smooth and cold touched the small of her back. Her eyes flew open and she looked into the mirror to see that Ricardo had the shower nozzle in his hand, a sleek white plastic object with dozens of tiny holes. He had disconnected it but not turned it on, and while she watched he rubbed the back of it against her skin, sliding it lower, down the crack of her ass until it rubbed against her pussy. Back and forth, slick with her juices, as she ground against it.
    Then he turned it on.
    At first it was only the vibration of the object as water sprayed between her legs to land on the floor. The bathroom had been fitted with a curbless shower, and the water drained toward the enclosure, but not before it sprayed her thighs and the wall behind her, and Ricardo’s clothes as well. He didn’t seem to mind.
    She writhed against the plastic, imagining taking the vibrating head inside her, though it was far too big. Ricardo turned it over so that the spray was directed at her skin, and teased her with it, allowing only a few droplets to reach her clit. Chelsea heard the sounds she was making but couldn’t stop herself: “More, more, more.”
    Abruptly he turned the spray off, and tossed the nozzle into the shower. Then he slid his hands between her legs and dipped a finger inside her.
    â€œSo hot,” he said. “So slick. Can you handle more?”
    Chelsea could only moan in response, but the question had been rhetorical, as Ricardo forced two fingers inside her and worked them slowly in and out. Chelsea felt the outline of her orgasm taking shape. She could come right now. She could come in a great, shuddering gush of ecstasy right onto his hand.
    But she wanted to wait. Wanted to see what he would do next.
    After a moment Ricardo withdrew his fingers and reached for the toothpaste.
    It was a new tube, the foiled surface barely dented. He rubbed the plastic cap along the outer edges of her pussy, and then slid it slowly inside her. She could feel the edge of the cap abrading her intimate flesh, then the wider shoulders of the tub entering her. He pushed the tube in and out, exquisitely slowly, her slick fluids making it slide effortlessly.
    â€œIs