This is the continuation of the Spycraft series, where a secret organization infiltrates corrupt entities to take them down from the inside. Isabella, who works for this secret organization, is applying for a secretary position at one of the most corrupt companies. Her recruitment task proves to be something she is totally unprepared for.
Warning...this story contains extremely graphic sexual content and may not be suitable for most. Viewers Discretion Is Advised.
Chapter 4: East End
The following morning, on the opposite side of town, Isabella stood shoulder to shoulder with two other women in a stark, echoing office—the temporary waiting room for applicants vying for the coveted secretary position to Xavier Kraken himself. The air carried the faint scent of polished wood and tension.
Melissa greeted them with a measured smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Congratulations on making it this far,” she said, her tone both warm and sharp. “You’re standing at the threshold of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The person who secures this role will gain access to power, influence, and prestige most people could only dream of.”
She paused, letting her words settle like heavy stones in their chests before continuing, her voice hardening. “However, as you are all aware, you signed an ironclad non-disclosure agreement. Anything that happens from this moment forward is protected by that contract. Speak of it to anyone—friends, family, even a mirror—and you’ll find yourself tangled in court cases for the rest of your life. And those you confide in,” she added, her tone chilling, “will share your fate.”
The three women exchanged uneasy glances and nodded in unison.
Without another word, Melissa turned to a pair of towering mahogany double doors, their surface gleaming under the overhead lights. She rapped twice.
“You may enter,” came a deep, commanding voice from within.
Melissa swung the doors open, ushering them inside.
The office that awaited them was a cathedral of glass and wood. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed three of the four walls, flooding the room with sunlight that glinted off the dark mahogany flooring, turning it a rich, molten amber. A mahogany wooden paneled ceiling mirrored the floor. The scent of leather and varnish lingered in the air. At the center of the room, an ornate desk of carved wood and wrought iron dominated the space—massive, elegant, and immovable, like the man who stood behind it.
Xavier Kraken was tall and lean, his movements deliberate and assured. Dressed in khaki slacks and a crisp blue shirt, he exuded quiet power—the kind that didn’t need to announce itself. As the three women entered, he stepped forward and shook each of their hands in turn.
“Welcome to Kraken Industries,” he said, his voice smooth but edged with authority. “You are the final contenders for the most demanding—and rewarding—position in this company.”
He moved behind his desk once more, resting his hands on its surface. “I’ve read your resumes. Impressive backgrounds, all of you. But here at Kraken Industries, we value more than skill or experience. We value loyalty. We value sacrifice. This company comes first—before your personal lives, before your ambitions, before anything else you think you value. That is why we stand at the pinnacle of global industry.”
He let the silence stretch, his gaze assessing them one by one. “If you cannot give your mind, body, and soul to this organization, you are not fit for this role. I demand perfection. But those who serve me well will find themselves wielding power beyond anything they have ever known. You will command teams, resources, and authority second only to my own.”
The room felt charged with energy—half awe, half intimidation. The women stood straighter, caught between admiration and fear.
Xavier gestured to three folders laid neatly across his desk: one red, one green, one blue. “On this desk are three finalized contracts my staff has worked tirelessly to secure. Your assignment is simple: convince the opposing companies to renegotiate and give Kraken Industries an even better deal.” His lips curved into something between a smile and a challenge. “Whoever secures the most favorable outcome will earn the position.”
The women exchanged quick, tense glances before stepping forward. Gisel reached for the red folder, Ida took the green, and Isabella chose the blue.
“You have until the weekend,” Xavier continued. “Return Monday morning with the revised contracts in hand. Inside your folders are letters granting you authority to act on behalf of Kraken Industries. I’ve arranged meetings with the respective company representatives—don’t miss them. That will be all.”
Dismissed, the three women left the room in silence, their heels clicking sharply on the polished floor. None dared speak until they were far beyond the reach of Xavier’s gaze—or his security cameras.
Down the street, Isabella found refuge in a quiet corner of a Starbucks. Only when she was certain she was alone did she open the blue folder. The first page bore the name of her target: The Diamond Exchange—a bulk diamond distributor supplying both industrial-grade tools and fine jewelry. Her task was to renegotiate a purchase of five kilograms of jewelry-grade diamonds—an order already locked in at a price well below market value.
She frowned. “How can I possibly push this lower?” she murmured under her breath. Failure, however, wasn’t an option. Meridian Prime was counting on her—and in this world, failure didn’t just mean losing the job. It meant losing everything.
Two days later, Isabella arrived at the address printed on the crisp letterhead of The Diamond Exchange. She checked her watch — precisely eleven o’clock. Yet, as she surveyed the location, a sliver of doubt cut through her confidence.
This was not the headquarters of a major diamond distributor. The building before her was a squat, nonde*********** warehouse tucked deep within the city’s industrial district. The air was thick with the smell of oil and rust, and the constant hum of distant machinery echoed between rows of similar structures. The warehouse itself was a relic — its once-white corrugated metal façade now streaked with rust and peeling paint, the color flaking off like old parchment. A single steel door sat in the corner, devoid of any signage, numbers, or indication of life.
This can’t be right, she thought uneasily. The place looked more suited to contraband shipments than high-end jewelry deals. Still, she squared her shoulders and approached the door.
Her knock reverberated through the hollow shell of the building — a metallic boom that made her heart skip. After a long pause, a heavy latch scraped open with a deep, grinding sound.
The door swung inward.
A man filled the doorway, tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a fitted black T-shirt and cargo pants. A tattoo of a coiled dragon curled around his forearm, the tail disappearing beneath his sleeve. His eyes were sharp, assessing.
“What do you need?” His voice was rough, like gravel.
“I… I have an appointment for eleven,” Isabella said, her voice steady despite the pulse quickening in her throat. “My name is Isabella. I’m here from Kraken Industries.”
The man’s gaze lingered on her a moment too long before he unhooked a radio from his belt. He spoke rapidly in another language — short, clipped syllables. A muffled response crackled back through the static.
The guard gave a curt nod. “Come in.”
He stepped aside, allowing her to pass.
Inside, the air was cooler — metallic, sterile. The vast interior stretched out before her: rows of metal tables stood under hanging lights that buzzed faintly overhead. On each table lay precision instruments — digital scales, microscopes, loupe glasses, and small trays glittering faintly with what might have been diamond dust. The faint scent of alcohol cleaner and machine oil clung to everything.
The guard walked down the central aisle without a word, his boots echoing on the concrete floor. Isabella followed, her heels clicking sharply in the silence.
At the far end of the warehouse stood a metal staircase that spiraled upward to a raised landing. A door waited at the top, flanked by two tall panes of darkened glass that gleamed like mirrors. Two-way glass, she realized uneasily — someone could be watching her right now.
“Up you go,” the guard said, jerking his chin toward the stairs.
Isabella hesitated for only a heartbeat before beginning her ascent. The metal steps groaned faintly beneath her weight. She was acutely aware of the man’s presence below — of how exposed she was in her business skirt as she climbed — but she forced her focus forward, not daring to show discomfort.
At the top, she reached a plain door and knocked.
It opened immediately. Another large man stood on the other side, dressed in the same black attire. His expression was unreadable as he gestured for her to enter.
The moment Isabella stepped through, the world seemed to shift.
The industrial austerity below was replaced with opulence. Thick burgundy carpet muffled her footsteps, and the air was perfumed with the heavy sweetness of exotic incense. The walls were swathed in deep-colored drapes and intricate tapestries, depicting desert landscapes and gold-threaded patterns. The contrast was dizzying — it felt less like a business office and more like a chamber from some Persian palace, hidden above a smuggler’s den.
For a moment, Isabella could only stand there, her eyes wide as they traced the ornate decor — the gilded sconces, the carved wooden furniture, the rich folds of silk cascading from ceiling to floor.
The guard behind her said nothing, accustomed to newcomers losing their composure upon entering this surreal space. When Isabella finally turned to him, he gave a slight nod toward the far end of the room, where a cluster of low sofas and ottomans were arranged beneath a chandelier.
Swallowing her nerves, she walked toward them, her footsteps soft against the carpet, the scent of incense trailing through the air like a warning.
As she approached, she could hear a faint moaning in the background. The deeper she went, the louder she could hear it. When she reached the lounge with the sofa set the sounds were very audible. Her pulse quickened as she scanned the room, her eyes finally snagging on a tantalizing glimpse of forbidden intimacy.
An opening in the far corner framed a scene like something dreamt up from a sensual fever. Golden sheer drapes hung just loosely enough to offer a peek into a haven of pleasure. Within, a woman lay sprawled across a chaise lounge upholstered in rich, tufted velvet, her bare skin gleaming under the golden pool of light. Her chest heaved with each ragged sigh, a symphony of soft gasps and low moans that reverberated through Isabella like an unspoken invitation.
Kneeling before her was a man shrouded in darkness – a black shirt clinging to his broad frame, his cargo pants swallowed by shadows. His head bobbed rhythmically in the crook of her hip, drawing out another wave of throaty sound from the woman beneath him. His left hand gripped one of her full breasts, kneading with possessive strength while his right plunged deep into the folds between her legs, disappearing behind the swell of her thighs. The sheer offered little privacy to this display of fervent desire.
The woman’s eyes were squeezed shut against a pleasure so intense that it twisted her features into an exquisite agony – lips parted in a perfect crimson ‘O’, brow furrowed as if battling against the waves crashing over her. Isabella stood frozen, captivated by the raw beauty of their primal dance. Her own body started to heat up, a burgeoning ache blossoming low in her belly as she drank in this intoxicating spectacle.
Then, with a sudden jolt, the woman’s body convulsed, as if seizing against the sheer force of pleasure. The man's hands became frantic, his grip tightening on her breast, while his head blurred with fervent thrusts. A long, guttural cry ripped from her throat before her body went slack – limbs yielding to a tidal wave of release. The man stilled too, only now holding himself poised above her like a statue carved from desire.
Slowly, the woman’s eyes fluttered open, searching him with an adoring gaze before settling on Isabella through the gauzy curtain. A mischievous smile curved her lips as if she relished sharing this moment of intimate aftermath. She rose gracefully, crossing to a table beside the room and slipping into a shimmering white robe embroidered in gold. It clung to her like spun moonlight, offering little concealment to the body beneath.
Isabella’s breath hitched. The sheer fabric revealed skin that looked almost luminous – milky white with a healthy flush across high cheekbones and delicate collarbones. She was small, yet perfectly sculpted, toned muscle hinting at hidden strength beneath her smooth curves. Her breasts were medium-sized, firm mounds topped by rosy areolas the size of quarters, nipples sharp points aiming out like tiny, beckoning petals. Sweat clung to every inch of her skin, catching the light and throwing back a shimmering halo.
Her belly was flat, disappearing seamlessly into the valley below – not a single hair marred that smooth expanse leading down to a small pink slit framed by engorged labia. Two long, shapely legs stretched out from beneath the robe like polished ivory columns. Isabella had never been with a woman before, never imagined another female as anything but a friend or sister. Yet standing there, bathed in soft light and smelling faintly of jasmine, this woman was pure, tangible desire.
The woman approached Isabella, extending a hand adorned with an emerald ring the size of a robin's egg. "Good morning," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep and something more akin to lingering pleasure. "My name is Eden."
It took Isabella a moment to tear her gaze away from those slender legs, that perfect curve of hip, and finally meet the woman’s luminous eyes. A blush warmed her cheeks as she offered her own hand in return. "Isabella," she breathed, surprised at how shaky her voice sounded.
“Your office requested this appointment, which I'm in the dark about. We had already agreed on terms and signed the contract so why this new meeting.”
“Let's take a seat,” Isabella suggested. Both of them sat down on the sofa facing each other. Isabella stared at Eden's body once again, mesmerized. Eden had her legs apart and from this distance, she could clearly see her rosy pussy glistening in the light. She wondered if this was the guards saliva or Eden's nectar. She had a deep urge to taste it and find out, which was odd as she was only a heterosexual. She shook her head and snapped out of the feeling.
“I believe that we can come to better terms for the contract. If we do a reduction in price of around 10%, Kraken Industries will be able to undercut our competitors and grow exponentially. With our new growth, we will be able to purchase larger orders from you, increasing your growth. It's a win-win scenario for both of us. What do you say?” Isabella asked.
“I don't see how this benefits us in any meaningful way. We reduce our profit margin to help you and in turn you will purchase more at a reduced margin again. That's a cycle that only helps you. We are just doing turnover without making money. No thank you.” Eden replied.
Isabella knew Eden was right and if she were in her position she would do the same thing. The current contract was a really good deal so she didn't see how she would be able to negotiate a better one. She tried another strategy.
“Kraken Industries is your biggest consumer. We purchase more than all your other clients combined. If you cannot negotiate a better deal, we can take our business elsewhere.”
Eden's face was impassive, not a hint of concern. “Yes, you are our largest client but we are also your biggest supplier. We supply 90% of your diamond needs. If you leave us, you will suffer more than we will. You won't be able to procure the quantity you need in the time you need from any other supplier. There is a limited supply of diamonds that are mined per year and no one would have the quantity to provide for you.”
Isabella was concerned now. The two tactics she had come up with had failed. She didn't know what to do. “For us to get a better deal on this contract, what would it take? I'm sure I can satisfy your needs to make this deal work out.”
Eden sat there with an amused smile for a long while. “You are sure you can satisfy my needs…. Hmm…that's an interesting take. Are you a gambling person? Will you gamble on your will power and determination?”
Isabella thought for a moment. Gambling at a time like this and with her will power, that made no sense. But seeing as her other plans failed, she decided to take this chance. “I don't gamble. But if you are talking about my will power and determination, I'm confident in that. That isn't considered gambling cause I know I can do what I set my mind to.”
“Interesting,” Eden bemused. She looked sideways to the guard against the wall and nodded. He nodded back and went behind the curtain to the room Eden was originally in. He returned with a gigantic strap-on dildo, about a foot long with a girth of three inches at its widest part. Isabella stared in shock.
“This is a twelve inch dildo, one of my favorites. It's a real doozy for those who are not acclimated. I propose this to you: the more of this you can take, the more favorable terms I will give you. For every inch you take over six inches, I will reduce your cost by 10%. However, for every inch you don't take up to six inches, you will pay a 10% premium. If you only take 4 inches, Kraken Industries will pay a 20% premium on the current contract price. If you take 8 inches, I will give Kraken Industries a 20% reduction in cost from the current contracted price. What do you say? Are you willing to gamble on yourself?”
Isabella looked at the dildo, it was large and wide but nothing that seemed like it would be a problem for her. She had slept with a few boyfriends in the past, and one of them had a dick that thick with a six or seven inch length that she was able to take in fully. If she was able to do the same here, she could easily reduce the cost price by 10% or 20%, more than she had thought feasible when she got the assignment.
“I can do that. You have a deal.” Isabella replied.
Eden replied with a smile, “Let me write up a contract to ensure both of us will uphold the bargain.”
Eden stood up and went behind the curtain. As she walked away, Isabella couldn't help but admire her round, taught ass. It was small but shapely that fit her figure well. Again she had to shake her head to get her mind back to its senses. What was wrong with her. She never thought of other girls like this, so why now. Could it be the atmosphere and the eastern delight feeling that was obscuring her thoughts. Or could it be Eden with her perfect slender body, a polar opposite of her own body.
Eden returned with the documents while Isabella was still in her reverie. Eden held out the paper for Isabella and she took it gingerly. She read the short document that outlined the deal. It put Xavier as the recipient with Isabella as the signatory on his behalf, which meant that Xavier would be legally bound to the outcome of this contract, for good or for worse.
Isabella took a deep breath and signed the document. Eden signed after her. The guard was called and he signed as a witness. Eden gave the guard the paperwork who left to his position. What now, Isabella wondered. Eden approached Isabella and took her hands. She guided Isabella to her feet. Isabella was wearing a navy colored business suit and matching skirt with a white blouse. Eden opened her coat and Isabella maneuvered her hands out of them till it fell to the floor where she stood. Next, Eden put her hands on the hem of her blouse where it tucked into her skirt and pulled up. Isabella raised her hands and the blouse came off in a swift motion. It also fell by her legs on top of the discarded coat.
Isabella stood in her white plain bra and navy skirt conscious of all eyes on her. Eden stepped closer and put her hands around Isabella, starting with nape of her neck. Her hands slid down her back, tickling Isabella which instinctively caused her to arch her chest forward. Lower her hands moved till it found the zipper of her skirt. She slid it down and the skirt fell away, pooling at her feet.
Eden effortlessly slid her hands underneath Isabella's white thong, feeling her plump butt. She massaged it for a few seconds, feeling the warmth it gave off. Eden hooked her fingers on the band of her thong and pushed down. Isabella instinctively wiggled her butt till it slid off and fell to the ground. Cool air suddenly invaded her pussy and she gave an internal shudder. What was she doing, getting naked in front of strangers. It felt scary yet there was an undertone of thrill in doing something so bold.
Isabella came from a conservative Hispanic household. Her parents had moved to America when she was ten and she grew up as an American but the conservative roots that they had instilled in the early years still stayed with her. As much as she pretended to be American on the surface, there was a part of her that was deeply conservative. She had a few boyfriends growing up, two of whom she had sex with, but it was very hush hush. The Hispanic community she lived in was very close knit and sometimes felt stifling.
An immigration raid a little over a year ago had changed her life. Her family was arrested for overstaying their visa and was in line to getting deported. Luckily, Tracy saw her and offered her an opportunity at Meridian Prime. While she worked for the agency, her family was guaranteed amnesty. She took the position in a heartbeat, not fully realizing what it would entail. The training was rough, both physically as well as psychologically knowing what was expected of her on the job was in total contrast to the way she was brought up. The training really helped her come to sense with the nature of the job and seeing how she was going to help hundreds if not thousands with her service, she had made peace with it.
She was now in uncharted territory, stripping down in front of these strangers. The fear was normal but the tingling she got was unexpected. Was she getting turned on at the thought of her exposure? She didn't have time to fully process the thought as Eden had removed her underwear and was now working on the lock of her bra. In seconds, her bra fell to the floor, stacking on top of the already discarded clothes.
Isabella could feel her nipples grazing against Eden's chiffon robe, while her back was being fondled by Eden's delicate hands. Eden's hands wandered up and down her back, tracing invisible circles. Reaching her butt, she fondled them gently, kneading concentric circles. The massage was putting Isabella at ease. Isabella moved her hands to Eden's hips parting her robe. She mirrored Eden's touch on her back by massaging Eden the same way. Eden's body still had sweat residue from her earlier act and Isabella's hand got wet as she moved up and down her back. Yet that did not deter her. She kept mirroring the feelings she was receiving back to Eden.
Eden suddenly stopped and pushed her back. At this distance she could fully admire Isabella's body. Isabella skin was a nice light tan color, which contrasted her jet black hair. Her black eyebrows were thick but shapely. She had long eyelashes that went well with her large dark brown eyes. She had a snubby nose and juicy plump lips. Her body was really curvy, what people would call vivacious. It was lean with fat in all the right places. Her breasts were large round globes, juicy to behold. She had a flat tummy which further accentuated her large breasts. She had a thin patch of hair above her pussy shaped as a landing patch. The patch ended right above her dark brown pussy with large prominent labia. Although Eden could not see Isabella's ass from this angle, she knew it was large and plump from her earlier exploration.
Eden stripped off her robe and approached Isabella again. She once again embraced her, this time tightly as both of their breasts mashed into one another and their hands wildly ran over each other's backs. Isabella was getting turned on. Her experience with her boyfriends had little foreplay with them being eager to just mount her and pump hard till they came. They finished before she was even getting into the mood so this experience with Eden was something totally new and fulfilling. She could feel the tingling in her body spreading as Eden continued to play with her butt while she in turn explored Eden's butt.
Eden stepped back so she could once again admire Isabella's body. Isabella's curves were driving her insane and she suddenly reached out and grabbed both of her breasts. The soft flesh filling her palms entirely, being easily squeezed gave her pleasure. She kneaded her breasts like kneading flour, eliciting moans from Isabella. The more Isabella moaned, the stronger she grasped, which caused Isabella to moan even more. Isabella could feel the pleasure radiating out through her body at Eden's every touch.
Eden fine tuned her grasp from the entire breast to just focusing on her brown nipples. She rubbed her nipples between her thumb and index finger, while pulling on it lightly. They grew stiff with time till they stood out firm like pencil erasers. On that queue, Eden bent forward and took one of them in her warm, wet mouth. She ran her tongue over it slowly, lathering it up with saliva. When it was fully covered, Eden used her tongue to flick Isabella's nipples from side to side. Isabella was in heaven. Her breasts were warm with sensations. Eden's techniques were smooth and geared towards maximum pleasure, unlike any of her prior boyfriends.
The pleasure built up in waves inside Isabella radiating throughout her entire body. The waves soon peaked to a tipping point and her entire body started shuddering in an orgasm. Isabella let out one deep moan that echoed throughout the space for the duration of her entire orgasm. The guards watched bemused from their position as Eden played Isabella's body with a practiced art. Eden had conducted many negotiations like this one and this scene was a repeat of many before Isabella.
Isabella folded to the floor as her legs buckled during the orgasm. Her thoughts and vision were hazy and it took her a few minutes after the orgasm to be fully aware of where she was. When she looked at Eden, Eden had already donned the twelve inch black dildo which looked ominous from this vantage, hovering less than a foot from her face.
“It's time to fulfill the contract. Turn around and get on all fours.”
Isabella continued staring for a few seconds before complying. Her body was weak from the orgasm but her pussy was slick from the juices that her body produced. She thought this would be an easy entry, even with the thick girth. When Isabella got into the doggy position, Eden stepped closer, grabbed Isabella's hips with both her hands and pulled up her ass. Instinctively, Isabella lowered her head towards the ground giving her back a sloped angle.
On a glance from Eden, the guard stepped up handing a bottle of liquid to Eden. Eden emptied a generous portion of lubrication on her hands, which she worked on the tip of the cock before moving down towards the base. When she finished, she handed the bottle back to the guard who took his place at the wall. Eden took hold of the cock and guided it towards Isabella's entrance.
Isabella expected to feel the cock at the entrance to her pussy but she felt the cold rubber press against her sphincter. Eden grabbed Isabella's hips once more and began pushing forward. Isabella cried out, “What are you doing?”
“I am doing what we wrote in the contract. We will put this dick inside you and see how much you can withstand.” Eden replied.
“Yes but we didn't say this was anal.”
“We didn't say it wasn't anal. The contract stated you would take as much of this cock inside you as you could handle. The hole where this would be entering wasn't specified. You work for Kraken Industries and let such a detail slide. You have a long way to go to be able to negotiate with someone as seasoned as I am. You are welcome to call it quits at any time. As per the provisions of the contract, for every inch under six inches you fail to take, you will force Kraken Industries to pay a 10% premium. At this point, you owe a 60% surcharge on the original price. What do you say? Do you want to quit?”
Isabella was utterly shocked at the turn of events. A minute ago, she was writhing in pleasure and now she was being forced to take this monstrosity into her virginity ass. The size of this cock would definitely split her open raw. What should she do? She could call it quits and leave from here. Xavier would learn of this surcharge she forced on the company and would not take it down lightly. He might come after her with his army of lawyers and make her personally liable for the premium. Was that even possible? And what about her assignment with Meridian Prime. If she didn't get the position, would she be fired and her family deported? From all sides, she knew she only had one choice. She would bear this assault with strength and courage.
“Continue,” Isabella articulated.
Eden didn't need to be told twice. She began pushing against Isabella's pucker, watching it stretch open. She knew Isabella's virgin ass would not be able to withstand the size of this cock. It would destroy her insides leaving it raw. Even with the copious amounts of lubrication she used, the entry would not be easy. Isabella was about to enter a world of pain. Knowing that reality was the reason she got Isabella to orgasm so her body would loosen up before this assault.
Isabella could feel pressure mounting against her ass hole. She tried to relax her muscles so that they could stretch instead of being ripped. Although she willed herself to relax, the mounting pain caused her to clamp down in reflex. That further intensified the pain. She clasped down on her teeth, her throat releasing a cry of anguish as her hole was being stretched to its fullest. The pain was overwhelming like a hot poker was burning her ass and she knew her sphincter was tearing.
Eden watched as the head finally slipped inside the opening. Isabella's anal ring was stretched beyond the tearing point and bright red blood was trickling from the lacerations. She felt sorry for Isabella because she truly liked her. Her body was the epitome of voluptuous and playing with it was so pleasurable. Nevertheless this was business and she had to protect her interests. “One inch in,” she exclaimed to Isabella.
Isabella was engulfed in so much pain she barely heard Eden. “Continue,” she murmured between her cries.
Eden pushed further. Little by little Eden worked the cock further and further inside. Isabella's insides were on fire, the assault causing lacerations in her lining, the further it went. Isabella was wailing in pain, yet after every inch that went in, Eden asked her if she wanted to continue and Isabella agreed. Eden was wonderfully surprised at the determination Isabella had. It turned her on to see someone holding strong through this pain and suffering. It showed real courage and determination, which most people did not have.
At the four inch mark, Eden stopped pushing, giving Isabella a break. Isabella’s body was drenched in sweat, glowing like amber under the lights. Her body was heaving from the strain of all the screaming, her throat also dry and raw. The reprieve gave Isabella a chance to catch her breath and allow her butt to get acclimated to the invading phallus.
Eden motioned to the guard who approached with the bottle of lubrication. She took another handful of it and lathered the remaining eight inches, ensuring it was as slick as Isabella's drenched body. When she finished, the guard went back to his position. “Do you want to continue,” Eden asked.
“Yes,” came the meek reply from Isabella. Eden withdrew slightly before pushing in slowly. Isabella's face grew rigid in pain as the onslaught continued. Isabella clenched her teeth and released a deep groan emanating with pain, which showed more self control as opposed to the initial wailing. Eden admired her even more strongly than before. She expected Isabella to be a bimbo type with her voluptuous body and lack of intelligence, agreeing to contracts without fully understanding the implications. Although she was all of those things, there was a deeper determined personality to overcome adversity no matter the cost that outshone all her weaknesses. That personality coupled with her sensual body she had briefly explored was giving Eden a huge turn on. If business didn’t get in the way, there could have been something between the two. She realized her sex was dripping wet with just the admiration of Isabella.
Isabella, on the other hand, was thinking about when this pain would end. Her butt was raw, each thrust felt like someone was scraping her insides with burning sandpaper. After the initial assault, during the reprieve, she was able to get her mind focused to keep her ass relaxed which helped. She had reached the 6 inch mark, breaking even with the current contract. She just needed to stick with it for a little longer and it would all be worth it.
Eden was surprised Isabella got to the break even point and was continuing even further. She was sure Isabella's insides were on fire. The blood leaking out showed the damage she was causing with all the abrasions the giant dildo was causing. She felt bad for Isabella. This would take a long while to fully heal and in the meantime Isabella would have a tough time sitting down. The assault was only half the pain, the lingering burning and the lack of mobility would be the other half of pain she was yet to suffer. She wondered how much more Isabella wanted to take as she was already crossing the seven inch mark.
At eight inches, Isabella called out to stop. Her voice was weak, fully exhausted with the ordeal. Eden was glad she asked to stop as any further would have caused significant damage. Eden pulled out slowly, letting Isabella's muscles contract little by little to reach a normal size. With the tears on her insides, the tightening would cause a new sense of pain.
Isabella held a strong face, even through the new painful sensations she was feeling. The burning feeling persisted even though the dick was coming out. When the head finally plopped out of the anal ring, Eden could see the gaping hole it left behind. Through the large opening, she could see a few inches inside at the bright red lines where the abrasions had caused tears where blood was trickling out. Over the next few minutes, the hole closed back. The blood had also stopped dribbling out.
Yet, Isabella stayed in the same slanted position with her butt up, too tired to move. Eden motioned to the guard who quickly approached. Together, they hoisted Isabella up and laid her face down on the sofa. Isabella was too weak to even resist. She just laid there, one hand hanging down from the couch.
Eden went to the back room and got a tube of Neosporin from her drawer. She sat on the ground next to the sofa and applied some medicine to the anal ring. The cool medicine gave some relief to Isabella, but overall she was in a constant accompaniment of pain. Eden went back to the room and brought out a silk sheet, which she placed on Isabella. Isabella just lay there and eventually dosed off. It was a few hours later when she awoke and saw that Eden was sitting on the other sofa, a tablet in hand focusing on some work.
When Isabella stirred, Eden looked up and gave a weak smile. “You went through a rough ordeal today. The experience will leave a mark, physically and emotionally. Hopefully it will be a reminder for you to be careful on your endeavors and fully think through the consequences of your actions. You are playing in the big leagues and the consequences for failing are grave. I've applied medicine to your anal cavity a couple of times in the last few hours. One was an antiseptic which will prevent infection and the other was a soothing agent which will ease the pain and help you recover quickly. You will have a tough time sitting or doing any activity. I would suggest complete bed rest for at least 24 hours before you do anything. You should not use the restroom for that time either as it will further irritate your insides and prevent healing. You can stay here for the duration of your recovery as I wouldn't advise you walk let alone drive in your condition.”
Isabella nodded weakly. She was dazed from the experience but also surprised at Eden's kind gesture. She had caused her immense pain and torture, yet she took care of her now. She was confused as to her intentions. She would ponder on that later. Right now she needed to rest so she closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.
She awoke the next morning feeling much better. The throbbing pain had dulled to a mild burning sensation. Eden was sleeping on the other sofa with the tablet next to her. Her room and bed were right there yet she stayed on the couch and eventually fell asleep there. Was that care?
Eden soon woke up and saw Isabella staring at her. “How are you feeling now?” Eden asked.
“It still hurts but it's much better than yesterday.” was Isabella's reply. Her voice was her normal tone and she seemed to be mentally apt.
Eden knew that some people who went through traumatic experiences changed completely. She could see that Isabella wasn't one of those. She retained her previous countenance, which Eden was glad about. “I'm glad you are feeling better. I have kept the revised contract on the table. I even gave a 5% concession on top of the 20% you earned for the manner in which you stood strong through the ordeal. Isabella was shocked. This lady who was tough during negotiations and wouldn't budge an inch just gave away 5% out of the goodness of her heart. There was more to her than met the eye.
Isabella mustered her strength and got up, the silk sheet falling off, leaving her bare. Eden eyed her with delight. “I'm going to go,” Isabella stated. She grabbed her clothes and put them on slowly, each movement causing a surge of pain in her butt.
“I’ll walk you out,” Eden exclaimed. Eden helped Isabella traverse the hallway, down the stairs and through the empty warehouse. At the door, Eden stopped and let Isabella walk out on her own. Isabella slowly walked to her car, her keys in one hand and the signed contract in another. As she sat down in the driver’s seat, another surge of pain shot through her butt. Nevertheless, she turned on the car and drove home without incident. She spent the next few days nursing her sore butt and by the time Monday came around, she was back to normal.