Cannon's Balls update

It was an awful place, even for one such as Madame Toy. Damp and dreary, with thick stone walls that could drink up screams like water in a desert. The dungeon had originally been constructed as a wine cellar when these grounds had been a manor. It retained its chill and its darkness, especially with the lights out, letting in only a spider’s thread of moonlight from a lintel window high on the wall. The room was small and square, ten feet all told, and each of them feeling like they could’ve sprung from the Middle Ages. This suited the barbarism of Madame Toy’s work, if not its sophistication. It was not savagery behind her techniques, after all. It was science. Though her work with Cannon seemed more of an art. Science, after all, could not produce a masterpiece.

Toy cautiously made her way to the back of the room, being careful not to bump into any of the vats in which bubbled the varied chemicals she used on Cannon. She didn’t know what she wanted from him. Only that it was imperative that she get it!

Her mood was broken by the sharp sound of glass crashing to the floor. Cannon, it had to be! So he was here—enough left of his clever mind to find a way out of his cage!

Toy wasn’t concerned. She had already broken him too thoroughly for him to pose a real threat to her. But, taking a step towards the source of the noise, she immediately remembered she was barefoot, naked in fact. Broken glass would have to be dealt with before she lost track of it.

Taking a sheaf of papers from a nearby counter, Toy slowly padded to where she’d heard the sound. She was in luck. She could see a broken beaker on the floor, mostly intact. She knelt down to the cold tiled floor, the large globes of her buttocks raising up into the air as she bent to sweep the shattered glass up, herding it with one piece of paper onto another piece of paper. She didn’t realize that stray shafts of moonlight coming through the window were beaming onto her bare ass like a spotlight, completely illuminating her provocative curves… and the glistening wetness underneath them.

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Cannon paced in his cage with only one thought in his mind. He had to relieve the burning pressure that was rampant in his swollen prick. All day he had stomped around, thinking of the glimpse he’d gotten of Madame Toy, and his lust had mounted into an uncontrollable frenzy.

Finally, knowing the punishment he would endure and not caring, he pulled at the door of his cage. Of course, it was locked tight, but he still strained with his powerful hands against the bolted door, hoping there was enough strength within him to break down the barrier that separated him from sating his lewd desire. There was certainly enough will.

The big lock stayed firm and Toy remained far away, blissfully unaware of how much he needed her. The metal bars he gripped were securely entrenched. They wouldn’t budge, wouldn’t give, but Cannon kept at them. He sweated, he burned, he pressed his heated face against the cold steel bars to cool off, he even moaned out his frustration as he kept exerting himself. He could see the image of Toy’s naked body swimming in his mind’s eye, coolly indifferent to his suffering. Not caring at all that she could cure his woe with nothing more than her soft, naked body.

Cannon’s fury built, coming to an insurmountable peak. He kept pulling at the bars, grunting and groaning in a masturbatory haze. The only thing for his tormented desire was to subsume it into this physical effort. It let him ignore, just a little, the raging need in his groin. And his anger with the naked thought of Toy grew. He would not be hurting this way if it weren’t for her.

Finally—miraculously—the bars gave. He wrenched them open far enough to let even his bulky body out. The violent physicality of the act exploded through the room, knocking an ill-seated beaker from a nearby table and sending it crashing to the ground. In response, Cannon heard a sharp intake of breath. Even his clouded mind realized the presence of another in the dungeon—someone who could threaten him, stand between him and Toy.

With little more than animal instincts guiding him, he eased back into the shadows of his cage to wait. He hadn’t noticed anyone entering the room, so lost had he been in the self-contained fury of what he was doing, but now Cannon stretched out his senses and heard bare flesh padding across the stone floor. Naked flesh.

The next thing he knew, Toy was bent over the fallen beaker, her round buttocks waving temptingly in the air. Cannon couldn’t believe his eyes, but he was not possessed of enough consciousness to doubt his senses either. It was more like his vast physical exertion had been rewarded by some dark, eldritch god—the one he lusted after provided for him by dint of sheer force of will, to be used until his passion was finally exhausted.

Cannon was not wary. He did not pause to consider the situation. Moving with a fast unhurriedness that belied his great size, that rushed him out the bent bars without giving away his motion, he shot across the space that separated him from his prize.

Before Toy knew what was happening, he was on top of her, jamming his hardened stake deep into her cunt. As if by providence, she was already wet, easily allowing him in with his bludgeoning thrust.

Shock filled Toy’s awareness. All of her senses, everything she saw or felt or heard or even thought, was abruptly replaced with the unbelievable size of Cannon’s manhood, cruelly thrusting inside of her with its animalistic need. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She couldn’t deny it, either, when it had become her whole reality.

“Uuuuugggg!” she groaned, the fat cock pushing inside her until Cannon’s muscular groin smacked against her ass. Roughly callused hands reached down to cup her sizable breasts, greedily squeezing at them, all but ripping them from her body. And again, he plunged himself hard into her open cunt, the powerful thrust flattening her creamy ass with the sheer force that rocked her body.

Toy jerked forward with a mewl of pain, then held her breath, trying to withstand being suddenly so full, an enormous cock now pistoning away at her sensitive folds. Hot sweat dropped like bombs from her forehead, dripping into her eyes and almost blinding her. She thought she would faint, not from pain—she didn’t feel anything as simple as that—but from the sheer intensity of going from being turned on to having a fleshy jackhammer working between her legs.

Cannon shut his eyes tightly. He, too, had difficulty withstanding the exquisite feeling of Toy’s warm, wet flesh holstering his massive cock. His rigid shaft was now deep in her roiling core, sending back electric stabs of pleasure from the depths of Toy’s pussy, from the last dregs of virginity he’d taken from her. Because no other man had ever fucked her this thoroughly. Hell, no two men had ever done to her what Cannon was doing now.

He felt an unbearable pressure in his heavily laden balls, and knew it was only a matter of time until he emptied his burning load into the welcome home Toy’s body provided. He dug his hands deep into her nubile hips, holding them tight to his groin as he thrust himself again and again into her moist slit, thrillingly receptive yet thrillingly resisting.

His knees pushed her thighs wider apart, keeping Toy helpless to the brutal pounding he was giving her. He ran his hands over her supple buttocks, then pressed his thumbs against her puckered anus. It stretched wide, Toy mewling in discomfort, before she cried out in shock—his thick thumb was suddenly sodomizing her, a burning rod jammed right into her ass!

Toy went on screaming, unable to bear having both her holes so flagrantly filled. Waves of enjoyment and hurt simultaneously covered her straining body. She tried crawling away, but Cannon’s grip was strong and he didn’t allow her to move an inch away from the penetration that was giving him such pleasure.

The overwhelming torture of being forced to feel all he was doing to her body became more than Toy’s consciousness could bear. She groaned orgasmically, her cunt flooding in a poignant reminder of what Cannon was making her feel, then she spiraled into unconsciousness. The waves of darkness that took hold of her were merciful, but not welcome.

Madame Toy wanted to keep feeling him inside her. She wanted to keep being fucked.

Cannon felt her body go limp under the barrage of his thrusting cock. He wrapped his free arm around her waist to hold her in place, ensuring his plunging member continued to be hilted in her cunt. He had thought it had been stiff before, but actually fucking Toy, it had swelled and lengthened to its fullest size, thundering with power as he fucked his woman wildly.

The pressure in his loins flew to the breaking point. Cannon roared like a triumphant beast, shoving his prick forward with one last powerful thrust all the way to Toy’s quivering womb. Then, only then, did a burning tide of thick, creamy cum spurt out of him, filling Madame Toy with great liquid gushes of how she had met with his satisfaction.

Long moments later, Cannon sighed with contentment, the last drops of his seed now swimming in Toy’s pussy. He pulled himself from her ruined sex and knelt over her, catching his breath as he saw how Toy’s swaying buttocks now seemed considerably less tightly joined than they had when he’d begun.

The full moon had risen higher, casting brighter beams of light into the dungeon. Toy’s unconscious body had dropped onto its side when he released her. Now, as his head cleared from the intensity of the fuck and Cannon’s eyes adjusted to the new brightness, he saw Toy’s beauty once more. Her sumptuous ass. Her proud breasts. Her perfect, pale body with her face of sheer exotic beauty.

His manhood swelled once more. His balls bloated again. The tiredness left Cannon’s body, replaced with an urge to possess Madame Toy that was even greater than before. Now that he knew how it felt to fuck her, his lust for her was insatiable.

Like a caveman taking a mate, he picked up Toy’s loose form and carried her to the nearest table, joyously stark in the light of the moonbeam. Here, Cannon would not just be able to enjoy the feel of Madame Toy, but the sight of her. He placed her luscious body over the edge of the table, face down, stomach flat, her ass sticking out in the air. He’d made a mess of her cunt—splayed and reddened and dripping with his seed—but her asshole looked whistle-clean and tight as hell.

Cannon took a moment to stare at it, as if paying homage to its pristine state. He took hold of his cock, shook it free of the droplets of his last ejaculation, and then vigorously jerked it the rest of the way to hardness. It didn’t take long for it to stand up as proud and true as it ever had, precum oozing from the glanshole.

Cannon took one last look at Toy’s asshole, like a morning cover of fresh snow before anyone played on it. He hated to ruin the purity of it, but he’d hate to let its tight embrace go to waste even more. Yes, this woman—his woman—was going to get it right in the ass. Cannon was going to give her all ten inches of his fat manhood. It was clear there wasn’t room in her tiny hole, but he would make room, just as he had in her tight little cunt. It was just as well Toy was still unconscious. If she screamed as loud as anyone would, getting his horse cock up her ass, she’d bring the whole country down on him.

Cannon spat on her asshole, the foaming white saliva dripping down to meld with the cum he’d left stuffing her cunt. He would’ve done the same to his cock, but there was no need, not after how hard Toy had come. Her wetness already inundated his shaft.

He slid up to her, putting a hand onto her firm buttock, holding it aside so that his other hand could guide his erection into the tightness of her anus. His cockhead pressed against her asshole.

Cannon pushed.

Damn, she was tight—it seemed impossible she was so tight after how thoroughly he’d broken in her pussy, but then, that was why he’d moved onto her ass. It was still virgin and his cock was hard.

His manhood bent as he forced it inside her, giving in a little to the resistance of her anal cherry, but it, and Cannon, wouldn’t be denied. His cock throbbed harder and he pushed it in further and her asshole gradually widened, opening up like a flower in bloom.

Cannon really shoved now, unable to believe the ecstasy he was feeling from defying that tight hole, from being the first to enter it. Surely, he was the first. Cannon didn’t believe anyone could fuck this opening and still leave it in such pristine condition. It was his. Another lunge and a full inch of fat cock disappeared into her gulping hole.

“Rrrrgghhh!” Cannon gritted out, his voice echoing through the dungeon, sending startled rats scurrying for shelter.

Christ, his cock was almost entirely inside her and her snug ass had to be stretched just about as far as it could go. All the muscles of his ass and thighs tightened as he marshalled the power to hilt himself in Toy’s asshole, not stopping until he was in her bowels.

Then—goddamn, what a feeling. He was buried balls deep in the tightest hole he’d ever fucked. He could feel the taut flesh of her sphincter rubbing and clinging to the base of his prick. He pulled out of her halfway, shoved back into her, then pulled away again. His balls felt incredibly snug and tight against the base of his cock, like they were about to explode, while his prick felt enormous. This had to be one of the best erections he’d ever had. His cockhead was surging, a bloated hammer topping his erection, while his seed spun in his balls, inching down his shaft.

Another thrust and Cannon was coming for the second time, giving Toy’s ass the same reward he’d treated her cunt to. Wanting to eke out every last bit of pleasure he could from the end of this fuck, Cannon thrust into her as hard and as fast as he could, his cock a blur drilling into Toy’s asshole. Every spurt of cum, every throb running through his shaft, sent him deeper into his frenzy, until finally Cannon collapsed on Madame Toy’s back. That sensation seemed to wake her at last, or at least jolt her out of the conquered haze she’d been in.

“Uuuuhh,” she moaned, waking up to being Cannon’s anal whore.

Cannon grinned. He was getting hard again. Toy’s ass was still filled with his prick. He was going to show her even more. Yes, he’d had her ass, her cunt—now he wanted her mouth. Wanted to whip his cock out in front of her, show her what had been making her come for the last half-hour, and then let her thank it—from her lips to the bottom of her throat.

“Oooooh,” Toy groaned, coming out of the foggy ecstasy she’d been in, suffused with hurt and rapture to the point of being unable to think. Now she could—and she realized her ass felt like it had gone from a lake to an ocean. “Wuh—what the hell? Oh shit… my ass… goddamn, it hurts… it’s killing me!”

“I’m not surprised,” Cannon said. “You’ve got ten inches of cock inside it. But let’s face it—you like that, don’t you?”

Toy’s hands groped forward, seeming to be trying to brace herself for Cannon’s continued sodomy, until she whirled around and buried a syringe in Cannon’s thigh.

Thankfully, his weight pulled him out of Toy’s hole as he drifted into unconsciousness.

Toy panted, trying to catch her breath. She felt like she’d taken a hit of one of her own mind-altering drugs—and it had addicted her. She could not stop thinking of Cannon’s prick. Her asshole throbbed with pain, but even all that hurt couldn’t erase the memory of how good it had felt. She looked at the empty syringe in her hand, actually regretting having used it. But if she’d put it off a moment later, she never would’ve used it. She would still have been Cannon’s anal slut.

She couldn’t keep him here. It would be too much of a temptation. Already she felt like she could only control herself thanks to Cannon being exhausted, his cock worn down by having come in her twice. Toy made up her mind. She would declare his reconditioning complete. She would send him on assignment. He might succeed or he might fail, but either way, he would no longer devil her thoughts. She would be free of him.

But as she painstakingly made her way back to her hut to draw up the orders, Toy knew she’d never be free of him. Not if he was smashed to bits, not if a hundred years passed. She would always remember how her slave had turned the tables and made her his woman. Made her love it. She’d continue to lust after that feeling for the rest of her days. Her only consolation was that, for a little while, she was strong enough to deny it to herself forever.

With the order signed and delivered, Toy curled up in her bed. She longed to give herself to Cannon one more time, but fought the urge with all her might. She’d have to get used to going without being his whore. She might as well get used to this fruitless lust for him—and the hope that, despite everything, she would get to be his again.