Lena The Plug Show Novels & Stories

Before Aria could respond, Lena climbed back onto the stage. Her voice rang through the club. “I’d like everyone to meet the future leadership partners of Vale Global.” Applause filled the room again. Lena smiled brightly. “And soon…” She looked directly toward Aria across the crowd. “…we’ll also be dealing with a small problem.” The crowd followed her gaze. Every eye turned toward Aria. Lena’s smile turned cold. “This girl has been pretending to be me for weeks.” Gasps spread through the room. Aria stood perfectly still.

Lena walked behind me, occasionally slapping my ass hard enough to leave red handprints. When we reached her bedroom, she shoved me face-down onto her big bed. “Ass up. Face down. Don’t move.” I obeyed, arching my back and spreading my knees wide, presenting my holes to her like a whore in heat. Lena disappeared for a moment and returned with a bottle of lube and a thick black butt plug. “Look at this pathetic, dripping cunt and tight little asshole,” she said, voice thick with lust. “Both holes are going to get ruined tonight.”

We’re a few hours upstate. I muttered something unintelligible under my breath. Christian: When will you be back? Lena: Tomorrow morning. The show doesn’t end until after dark, and Delia is reckless enough driving in daylight. Plus, she’s piercing a hundred walk-ins today and will be cross-eyed by the end. So we’re crashing at a hotel across the street from the venue. Christian: What will you be doing all day? Lena: Assisting. I swab the area before she pierces and hold the hands of the nervous ones.

“It’s been a long day.” “I will,” Lena replied, offering a tired smile. “Thank you, Clara.” Clara bowed and left. Lena opened her bedroom door and froze. A black box sat on her bed, stark against the white sheets. The air felt heavy, oppressive. Her hands trembled as she approached. She lifted the lid slightly and gasped. Inside were instruments an anal plug, belts, chains and the note: “Get ready for me tonight.”

We all agreed and Beth laughed, "Fuck, I'd have to admit to letting Josh put his balls on my forehead. No one ever finds out about this." "Alright," Malena said. "Here goes." She slouched down on the couch and pulled back her legs, spreading herself completely in front of us until her legs were hooked behind her elbows and her feet were near her head. She was practically folded in half, her pussy and ass completely open to us. There were a million things I wanted to do just then, but instead I watched quietly as she put the tip of the small butplug up against her tightly wound asshole. She hissed in a breath, "It's cold."

“You’re assuming people still care. Lena—attention has a half-life.” “I’m assuming they want to care,” Lena said, standing. “We give them the tools. And we don’t wait for permission.” Eleni was in the observation suite when Lena found her next, sitting with a neural playback visor balanced over her eyes. A slow-loop simulation of her past dreams blinked across the screen: colors, faces, voices recorded from memories not hers alone, but ones spliced from her time tethered to Helix’s core. “You’re not supposed to be here alone,” Lena said gently.

Alex looked away for a moment, then back, his expression full of quiet respect. Mara handed Jenna a small packet of lubricant. Jenna coated the plug carefully while the others watched. The sync made the simple act intensely intimate. Every touch, every breath, every nervous swallow traveled through all five at once. Jenna positioned the plug at her entrance and slowly pushed it inside. The stretch sent a powerful wave through the connection. Lily gasped. Elena’s back arched. Alex groaned. Dean’s hand fisted the sheets again. The plug settled into place. Jenna felt it deep inside her, a constant heavy reminder of David’s claim. The metal base sat cool against her skin. The fullness, combined

he growled, squeezing them roughly before sucking hard on one nipple, then the other. Elena moaned, reaching down to stroke the massive bulge in his trousers. “I have something for you,” she whispered seductively. She turned around, bent over the sink, and lifted her skirt, revealing the tiny thong… and the base of the vibrating plug nestled in her ass. Damien’s breath hitched. “You little minx,” he groaned, pulling the thong aside. He turned on the plug to a low setting, making Elena whimper as the vibrations started.