Do you really want this?

 — Do you really want this? — I looked into her eyes with doubt.

 — Yes!..

Alina put her glass back in place and turned to me. Her moist eyes held a languid anticipation, and her sweet smile dispelled my last doubts.

 — You know what to do next.

I met Alina back in university. Friends considered us a happy, loving couple, and no one could even imagine what we did in private. Alina was the first girl who genuinely shared my passion for various SM things. She willingly allowed herself to be tied up and taken in the most exotic positions. In a state of arousal,

her pussy could endure, it seemed, any kind of abuse, and her ass turned into an insatiable hole, ready for long, perverse tortures. Alina could, right before my eyes, fuck herself for a long time and selflessly with various objects, coming intensely from the touch of my cool fingers to her red, swollen pussy. We indulged in our passion for entire nights, using every opportunity to try the unknown.

After graduating, I stayed in the capital, and she returned home—our paths diverged, only to cross again 18 years later. I met her last summer at a party hosted by mutual friends. The graceful girl had transformed into a beautiful young woman, the object of many men's envy.

We chatted nonstop for several hours, like old friends after a long separation. All this time, she had lived in her hometown, got married, then divorced. Recently, she accepted a job offer in the capital and, without much thought, agreed. So we found ourselves together again. During our time apart, I never married. Although women didn't deprive me of attention, none of my girlfriends lasted more than six months. The sexual side of my life hadn't changed much, except that with the appearance of disposable income, I could afford to spend on expensive sex toys, so soon my closet began to resemble a mini sex shop. However, my girlfriends only liked this, and essentially, this state of affairs suited me the most.

By the end of the party, Alina and I again looked like a suitable couple, and many complimented us. When the idle crowd began to disperse home, Alina suggested going to my place, to which I gladly agreed.

Our romantic dinner quickly turned into mutual kisses and caresses. I was getting to know my Alina as if anew, and she surrendered to my gentle strokes so tremulously that waves of passion and tenderness washed over me one after another. We kissed long and frantically, lying on the sofa, caressing each other. The fabric of her panties grew wet, and Alina only moaned softly when my hand touched the inside of her thighs.

She raised her arms and stretched out taut, giving me the opportunity to undress and explore her beautiful body with my lips. (More than anything in the world right now, I want to be tied up and given over to a dozen aroused males to be torn apart)

I think I, as before, am beginning to guess her thoughts. I see her desire growing with each minute. I know that if I pull her panties off now, my gaze will be met by plump labia hiding a wet and hot little hole. Alina was always a bit of a nymphomaniac. In the sense that any thought of surrendering to her passion right here and right now instantly turned her on.

She reached for the glass of wine and, trying to somehow cool the flame raging in her body, took a sip. (I want you to tie me up now, shove a gag in my mouth, and fuck all my holes hard!)

 — I want you to:, — she hesitated for a moment, — : tie me up and do everything to me that you've wanted to do over the last 18 years. I'll endure everything you come up with, just let me be yours tonight:

Oh, how I had waited for this! My head spun with the boldest fantasies, and my imagination immediately painted a picture of sophisticated sexual tortures. More than anything, I wanted to deliver the sweetest pain and the greatest pleasure specifically to her. Right now.

 — Do you really want this? — I looked into her eyes with doubt.

 — Yes!..

Alina put her glass back in place and turned to me. Her moist eyes held a languid anticipation, and her sweet smile dispelled my last doubts.

 — You know what to do next:

Alina obediently nodded. Quickly freeing herself from her clothes, she followed me into the bedroom. I didn't turn on the light but lit a dozen candles, placing them around the room.

There, on the bed, I placed her on her knees and, bending her forward, tied her wrists to her ankles and her elbows to her knees. She was positioned with her ass up, exposing both her beautiful holes. Her pussy became incredibly wet. I took a thick cucumber from the refrigerator and began to run it along her perineum, smearing the juices flowing like a stream from Alina.

 — Here? — I inserted the cool cucumber a centimeter into her pussy, — or here? — I pressed the tip of the vegetable phallus against her anus and applied slight pressure?

 — Wherever you want! — Alina swallowed her saliva, unable to wait any longer.

I smoothly inserted the cool cucumber into her heated pussy. (Fuck me! Fuck me with this cucumber and anything that comes to hand!) Alina stirred, impaling herself on the cucumber, and exhaled noisily when it reached the base of her vagina. I pulled out the cucumber and began inserting it into her anus. Alina moaned. Centimeter by centimeter, it sank into her ass, stretching her sphincter until it finally reached the base of her rectum.

I left Alina in that position and undressed. My cock was hard as wood, and without delay, I plunged it completely into Alina's pussy (Come on, fuck me, fuck me!!!) and began to move slowly inside her. I know that after a minute of hard fucking she'll come, and I don't want to give her that chance until the very climax.

Smoothly and measuredly plunging my cock into her, I fucked Alina's pussy until I felt I was about to come. Alina and I were both completely ready. It was time to test how far we could go. I removed the cucumber from Alina's ass and untied her hands, then, after kissing her with a long, tender kiss, I blindfolded her. For both me and her, this was a sign that from this moment on, pain and pleasure would merge into one, and neither I nor she would be able to distinguish one from the other.

Alina remained on all fours, with her pussy dripping from arousal, and I got up and took out a good-sized inflatable anal plug from the closet. Alina only let out a lustful gasp and pushed her whole body back as I impaled her little ass onto four centimeters of anal pleasure. I plunged my cock into her pussy and began to move rhythmically, slightly pumping the plug with each movement. The plug in her anus began to gradually inflate, widening the passage, and Alina only whimpered softly and tried to take my cock deeper. The plug added about a centimeter to its diameter, and Alina stopped moving, listening to the sensations in her ass. I continued to move my piston inside her, watching as Alina's anus yielded to the expanding plug.

The plug added another centimeter, and Alina began to breathe rarely and deeply. Something incredible was happening to her ass right now: the thick plug relentlessly pushed apart the walls of her sphincter. Alina lowered her head and continued to breathe deeply, trying to relax her anus. Soon she moaned—not every ass is capable of enduring such an invasion. I stopped moving inside her and immersed myself entirely in observing the struggle of her anal hole with the plug. After several pumps, her anus was stretched as if a small bottle of Pepsi had been shoved inside. Alina breathed deeply through her mouth, afraid to move. I made two energetic thrusts; her face contorted into a grimace of suffering. Another pump! Her anus began to resemble a huge, gaping cave, and Alina only bit her lower lip, standing still, trying to hold back the waves of burning pain in her reddened, abused behind. When would she beg for mercy?

Another pump! Another: and another!… Alina completely stopped breathing; she had turned into one huge, ravaged anus. She tensed up entirely, trying to somehow cope with the nightmare her hole was experiencing. It seemed she was balancing on the edge, trying not to scream, begging for mercy for her ass. I leaned close to her ear and said:

 — Now I'm going to make FIVE more full pumps and see how your ass handles this:

Alina nodded resignedly and thrust her rear out even more for the upcoming trial.

 — ONE! — I squeezed the bulb in my hand. Alina took a short gulp of air and held her breath again.

 — TWO! — her ass gaped under the onslaught of the plug.

 — THREE! — the sphincter opened so wide that it seemed you could slip a hand inside without touching the walls.

 — FOUR! — Alina moaned, shaking her head. She was going crazy from the inability to endure such abuse. She gasped for air like a fish, trying to find salvation from the unbearable pain in her stretched anus.

 — FIVE! — she arched like a bow, opening her mouth in a silent scream: Her anus was ready to burst from the strain, and a drop of her juice trailed down from her overexcited pussy.

My heart was pounding wildly at the sight of this scene. Alina seemed unable to decide which threshold to cross: that of pain or that of orgasm. With hands trembling from excitement, I began to tie her ankles to her thighs. Alina was still in pre-orgasmic agony when, after tightly binding her hands behind her back, elbow to elbow, I tied them to her ankles and laid her on her back.

She lay in a completely helpless position, exposing to my view the inside of her thighs, her breasts with piercing rings on each nipple, and her elegant neck, while her anus at that moment blazed with fire, trying to somehow cope with the size that mercilessly stretched it from within. I spread Alina's knees as far as the natural flexibility of her body allowed and fixed them in that position with a rope, exposing her defenseless pussy to view. I threw a loop around her neck and, passing the ends of the rope under the bed, left her no chance to lift her head even slightly.

Alina couldn't even find the strength to moan. The flame of pain and lust blazed in her body, causing grimaces of suffering and pleasure on her face. Tonight, she wanted to completely surrender to this desired feeling: to experience pain and pleasure simultaneously, to torment her body to exhaustion, overlapping attacks of unbearable pain with incoming waves of arousal. Already, she could barely endure the torture her anal hole had undergone, and her insatiable body already wanted more. Alina whimpered and writhed with impatience to give her insatiable holes over to complete ravaging.

I inserted a gag into Alina's open mouth, taking away her last chance to somehow interfere with the process of sophisticated sexual torment. I attached hard clothespins to her nipples and labia—Alina only shuddered slightly and let out a quiet moan. For her pussy, I selected a medium-sized vibrator and smoothly inserted it all the way into Alina—she tremulously accepted it. I took out a camera and took several photos, then removed the vibrator from her flowing pussy and changed the attachment to a larger one, with textured protrusions and a thickening at the end. Her pussy accepted this gift with noticeable eagerness, opening up like a red bud. Alina, not yet fully recovered from the ongoing anal torment, was again plunged into an abyss of sweet suffering. Making sure she was barely holding back under the onslaught of pain, I said:

 — You will lie here in this position for five minutes, while my cigarette burns, after which I will put it out on your clitoris:, — and then I left the room.

Alina almost went crazy from the excitement and despair that gripped her. She squirmed on the bed, causing her holes even more unbearable suffering. Her poor clitoris was unlikely to withstand such abuse. The clothespins tightly squeezed her nipples and labia, reminding her of themselves with the slightest movement. Her pussy struggled to endure the deep invasion of the working vibrator, and her anus, blazing with fire, drove Alina to frenzy. Each passing moment, it seemed to her that her body, strained to the limit, would not hold and would fall apart into a thousand little pieces.

Putting on some clothes, I left the house, walked around, and gathered a good gift for Alina—a bouquet of nettles. The cigarette was ending, and I hurried back to my captive. When I entered the room, Alina lay in the same position, shuddering at the slightest sound. I brought the cigarette close to her face so she could smell the burning tobacco. Alina tensed and prepared to plunge into the abyss of burning pain. When I brought the cigarette butt to her clitoris, she trembled finely, unable to resist the approaching torture. I moved the butt to her nipples, letting her feel the heat of the smoldering cigarette, then returned to her clitoris and for a brief moment touched its bud with the burning tip. Alina shuddered and froze, emitting a moan. I moved the butt to her chest and similarly, one by one, briefly touched her nipples. It was a pity to injure such a body, especially since her clitoris and nipples awaited more sophisticated torture:

I took a branch of nettles from the bag and began stroking Alina's perineum with it. She squirmed on the bed, trying either to evade or to offer her pussy to my bouquet. I plucked one leaf and, applying it to her clitoris, thoroughly crushed it. Alina was again swept by a wave of lust; she could hardly distinguish pain from pleasure anymore. At that moment, it seemed to her that a swarm of bees had stung her clitoris, causing her impossible suffering and delight. While she endured this trial, I removed all the clothespins, inflicting a new portion of torment on her nipples and lips. The sharp burning from the nettles passes after a few seconds, and I crushed the nettle leaf against her clitoris, her pussy opened by the vibrator, and her nipples several more times thoroughly. Alina, all tense, only exhaled noisily each time a new portion of fire crashed down on her tormented body.

Alina, from pain and constant tension, wandered somewhere between a state of unconsciousness, hopelessness, and pleasure. Her body was now in a state to endure the sweet torments she dreamed of, and I knew well how to achieve that. In my arsenal of means for sexual torment was a rarely used item—an electrical generator of direct and pulsed current. Now Alina's body was ready to become an electrical conductor, and her nipples and clitoris were ready terminals… it was upon them that the torture of electric charges would first fall. I connected one clamp to the copper wires tightening Alina's nipples and clitoris, swollen with impatience, and sent a weak current. Then I took the pump for the anal plug, still inflating Alina's exhausted anus, and made two energetic

pumps. Alina's face contorted into a grimace; she tried to jerk, but the tightly tightened nipples and clitoris instantly returned her to a motionless state of submission and tense anticipation of new executions. Alina lost track of time. Her ass was already ready to burst from endless torment; now the fire in her anus had reached the limit of her endurance; Alina moaned. I increased the current in the generator. Now she was tormented not only by her gaping anus but also by sweet pain in her blood-filled clitoris and nipples. I switched the generator to pulse mode; now Alina's body was pierced by short bursts of charges, involuntarily causing her muscles to contract slightly. If her nipples could still endure these abuses, her aching clitoris brought Alina as much pain as her ass, ravaged to the limit. She moaned louder, unable to bear it.

I switched the generator to voltage control and set up series of pulses at 100 Volts. Few people can endure such voltage with constant current flow, but by reducing the pulse duration, human