THE POPPERS HIT AND THE SLUTS MUSCLES WENT TO JELLY.
It flopped in its restraints. It offered no resistance to the invasive strap on
what so ever.
Its numbed senses were only slightly aware of the great dong drilling its way into it its stomach. It felt a delicious discomfort as its anal linings were being pushed further and further to wards its belly.
It objectively considered the depth of the strap on. It could only guage this by the feel of Zelda's thighs as they closed on the slut's buttocks.
It knew the impossibility of receiving the whole dong. But the poppers were acting and it didn't care any more. She could fuck it to death and it would love it. The slut slumped and dazed by the poppers, hung over the Chesterfield and took what was happening to it.
Zelda pushed it hard. Held it there and then...... with drew about 15 cm. She then rammed it back in. Each time increasing the depth of the insertion.
The slut was anaesthetized by the poppers. It knew what was happening to it. But their was little or no pain. Just wonderful submission to its Mistress's powerful thrusts.
Its whole body expanded to accept this great dong. Its ring was opened to a much greater extent than any of its previous experiences at the club exhibitions. Its actual skeletal construction was the only restriction on the amount of stretching its ring could take. But there was little to buffer the depth of such a toy.
It only knew it was very, very deep!
It heard the air escaping as Zelda pumped. It sounded like farts. The pressure in its stomach built up and its belly bulged enough to lift it off the back of the Chesterfield. Its cock had gone limp from the poppers.
It was in a complete state of intense and submissive lust. It had become "an object" T.B.C.
