Lena The Plug Show Novels & Stories

Mid-thirties, sharp eyes, a smile that knew how to ask questions without looking like questions. “Alex Sterling, Ariana Cross,” she said. “I’m Lena Moore. Thank you for agreeing to this.” Agreeing? Like we’d chosen this freely. We sat down on the chair which she gestured to. Alex moved slightly toward me while his PR team hovered just outside the glass walls, they were visible but silent. Lena clicked her recorder on. “Let’s start simply,” she said. “People want to know how this began.” Alex looked at me, tell me to go ahead. It was a permission.

With the last obstacle lifted, we decided our story would be a celebration, a final, cataclysmic night that encompassed everything we had become. Elena and Alex joined us one last time in our apartment, the space transformed into a temple of unrelenting pleasure. Candles filled every corner, the swing reinforced, the fucking machine at full power, extra restraints, the heaviest electro gear, largest plugs, weighted clamps, and all our accumulated toys laid out like offerings. I knelt in the center of the living room, naked and collared, a massive inflatable plug stretching my asshole to its absolute limit, weighted clover clamps biting my nipples, and my fingers buried deep in my dripping, e

Inside, Maya looked up as Lena walked in and shot Lily a disapproving glance, but said nothing. Lena plopped herself down beside them like it was the most natural thing in the world and emptied the contents of her snack bag on the bed—chocolate-covered pretzels, sour gummies, and an unopened Red Bull. “Still hacker mode?” Lena asked playfully, nudging Maya. Maya gave a half-smile but didn’t say anything. Lena’s eyes scanned the laptop screen. “Three tries left?” “Yeah,” Lily said. “We’re not risking it until the timer resets. Another hour or so.”

“Plug goes back in before you leave. Wear it until tomorrow morning. Same time next week. Don’t clean up until you’re home.” Elena nodded, barely able to form the words. “Yes, Professor.” Crow picked up the plug, coated it in the mess leaking out of her, and pushed it back into her ass. The stretch made her whimper. He seated the base firmly and gave her ass a hard slap.

****Lana's POV**** I stood there in the middle of it all, as the world spinned around me in circles. Mr Lance's short fingers pointing at me accusingly in the boardroom while he clutched his bandaged head with one hand. "This girl, she's a psycho, she broke my head with a vase and even slapped me!" I smirked, wishing I could have done more. Mr Lance caught the smirk and ran wild. "You see. You see that smirk? She did this on purpose, she's crazy!"

I said aloud, then I smiled, it really was marvelous and now that she was trying her best to be Lune for 24 jours, I couldn't help but wonder why, since she was lima already and now she still wanted my place for 24 hours, I brushed said the thoughts as Carla completed her screening and selected just 5 top winners of the second round and she stood up to go announced it, I followed suit, and soon enough we got back to the arena and I took my seat. “We've compiled the winners,” she said and then looked at me and I smiled at her to go ahead. “Lady Lena of course, dazzling us with her age-long embroidery skills that makes me wanna take private lessons from her soon,” she started and went ahead to

Her ass slowly turning red from each smack even as he eventually moves to take out his fingers from deep within her tight hole. Another whimper rising, this time from the loss of contact that his hand had provided. “Patience” Alex quick in reaching for the anal plug, as Alex move to lather it up before moving to place the tip of it at the base of her entrance. “Breathe” was all that was heard before he moves to push it deep inside of her. The plug now sliding into place until all you could see was the faux fur tail. “Gorgeous. Fucking gorgeous.”

It was Nina who said it first. “She’s not a backup.” Everyone stared. “She’s a host. The system didn’t lose Ophelia. It implanted her. Fragmented her consciousness into the nearest viable form.” Tobias nodded. “Lena’s not a clone. She’s a living server.” Carl paled. “Can we extract her?” “Not without destroying both,” Tobias said. Lena sat alone on the rooftop, watching clouds ripple unnaturally. She wasn’t afraid anymore. She understood now. She was Ophelia’s second chance.

"Have you been working on Janet's submissiveness today?" Julia noticed the direction of my gaze. "No, Master. That cum is from Lucia last night. She wasn't allowed to clean it off all day." "Where's the first plug?" Lucia handed me the smallest of the plugs we owned and some lube. I had Janet bend over the back of the couch, her puckered opening staring at me like a cyclops eye over her damp cunt. She was as wet as my own slaves were. I spread the lube over and into her crinkled star before inserting the plug. Janet's butt cheeks clenched when she felt the glass tip on her bum hole.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.