--3rd POV--
Priscilla didn't have to call Ramon; there was nothing compelling her to do so. She could have also taken out the heavy metal beads he had shoved up her ass the moment he walked out the door. But Priscilla hadn't; instead, she walked around all day at half her normal pace, trying to ignore the small bursts of pleasure that made her breath hitch as the toy pressed and rubbed against the walls of her colon.
It was hellish torture that left Priscilla weak in the knees and constantly flushed with embarrassment, questioning how she had ended up partaking in such a deviant act, 'I'm letting this man treat me like some common whore. I just pray he has enough sense to keep his mouth shut. I'll never be able to show my face in town if people were to learn about this! Yes… I have to do what he asks, otherwise Ramon might threaten to expose me…and I can't have that happen…our family is under enough scrutiny as it is with Preston's disappearance.'
Unable to reconcile with her own depraved desires and wants, Priscilla managed to convince herself that she had no option but to obey Ramon for the sake of her safety and her daughter's. 'There's simply no other way.'
With her guilty conscience soothed, Priscilla waited until Pacifica had gone off to her room before retreating to her own bedroom and locking the door behind her.
Climbing onto her bed, Priscilla turned on her phone and called the number Ramon had given her while trying to ignore how quickly her heart was beating.
The call rang three times before Ramon picked up, and the first thing Priscilla heard was his laugh, a deep mocking tenor that infuriated and excited her in equal measure.
"You know I was starting to doubt whether you were going to call or not, but I should have known you wouldn't be able to resist."
Priscilla bristled as she felt her cheeks burn, "Could you at least try and not be so insufferable?!"
"Oh my so hostile, what's up your ass?" Ramon joked, and even though Priscilla couldn't see his face, she knew he was smiling, "I absolutely despise you right now."
"The joke was in poor taste, I know, so how about we go ahead and turn our cameras on so we can deal with your little issue," Ramon suggested in a tone that made Priscilla bite her lip before somewhat reluctantly giving in to Ramon's demand.
With a click of the button, the class went from purely audio to a combination of sound and video as Priscilla and Ramon stared at each other through the screen.
"N-now what?" Priscilla asked, suddenly far more timid as she found Ramon's ocean blue eyes staring at her so intensely.
"Turn that pretty little ass of yours around and arch your back," Ramon grunted, "I want to see how well you've adjusted to my little gift."
Hearing Ramon's crude and vulgar language, Priscilla's cheeks turned bright red, and her jaw clenched in frustration, but she didn't talk back.
Ramon watched as Priscilla set the phone at the foot of her bed so her full body was in frame.
"I hope you're pleased with yourself," Priscilla muttered as she reached up and took off her shirt and bra, before sliding out of her shorts and panties, "Subjecting me to such vulgarity!"
"Very pleased," Ramon admitted shamelessly as Priscilla turned around so her ass was facing the camera, "But I guess that makes two of us. Tell me, how did it feel walking around with something inside of you all day?"
"Absolutely terrible," Priscilla muttered as she glanced over her shoulder, "It's unnatural, and unbecoming for someone of my standing!"
"Well, isn't someone getting high and mighty?" Ramon commented with a grin, "But I'm afraid pleasure doesn't care about your tax bracket. That's something you need to come to terms with, but don't worry that' why I'm here."
"Don't act like this is anything other than you forcing your gross perversion upon me," Priscilla snapped back in a scathing tone.
"Right, I'm the only one perverted here, even though you're the one with the metal balls stuff up their ass," Ramon pointed out with a mocking laugh, "Now lean forward, your fat cheeks are in the way."
Priscilla's face was burning with humiliation, but she did as Ramon asked, spreading her legs as she lowered her chest to the bed, sinking into a frog pose, exposing her most intimate area.
Staring at the metal hoop sticking out of Priscilla's clenched asshole, Ramon felt his cock stir to life, despite having just gone for several rounds with Patty and Megan. "Absolutely beautiful, have you tried playing with it?"
"P-playing with it?" Priscilla spluttered in outrage, "Of course not! It feels awful enough as it is already, why would I make it worse!?"
"Well, why don't you give it a try?" Ramon suggested helpfully, as if he was giving sage advice, "It's going to have to come out one way or another."
Gritting her teeth, Priscilla wanted to scream at Ramon but realized it was a pointless endeavor. Reaching back with her hand, Priscilla slid her fingers down the crack of her ass until she felt them graze against the metal hoop.
Just the slight touch was enough to send a jolt up Priscilla's spine and make her asshole clench, squeezing even tighter around the metal intrusions, "Nhmh!"
Watching through her phone, Ramon could hear and see everything, "So sensitive already, normally most girls take a bit of development to become this reactive."
"Q-quiet!" Priscilla hissed even as her asshole continued to wink at Ramon, trying and failing to fully close thanks to the beads, "I-I need to focus!"
Ramon said nothing, giving Priscilla a rare moment to gather her thoughts, 'I can do this, I can get through this hell!'
Priscilla let out a loud exhale as she wrapped her trembling fingers around the hoop and pulled only to immediately regret the idea, 'O-oh god!'
The moment she had tried pulling out the first bead, Priscilla had felt her asshole stretch, making her entire lower body spasm, 'W-why does it feel like that?! I-it shouldn't feel so…good!'
"Is that all?" Ramon asked in a mocking tone, "Come on, I was expecting a bit more of a show, at this rate, I'm never going to cum."
"W-what?!" Priscilla stammered as she looked back at Ramon in a slight panic.
"Did you think I wasn't going to relieve myself after your terrible performance earlier?" Ramon muttered as he flipped his camera around, showing Priscilla his hardening cock with a condom stretched around the tip and his hand slowly stroking the shaft, "Now I want to see you pull out that first bead."
"Why should I give a fuck about what you want?" Prisclla muttered even as she absently started to tap the metal hoop, secretly enjoying the vibrations that made the beads jump against her smooth walls.
"Because if you make me happy, I can make you happy, " Ramon replied confidently, "And believe me when I say, I can make you very happy."
Despite knowing better, Priscilla couldn't help but bite her lip as she stared at Ramon's cock, which was still at half-mast but bigger than anything else she had ever seen in person. 'Damn it!'
Gritting her teeth, Priscilla pulled on the hoop, forcing her pelvic muscles to stay loose as she felt her sphincter slowly widen, opening as the bead was pulled out, 'Oh, god, oh god, oh god!'
Priscilla shivered as she felt the first beat comse loose with an audible pop and a gasp as her asshole reflexively clenched, "Oh yeah, just like that, now let me see the next one."
With lidded eyes and flushed features, Priscilla looked over as she watched Ramon's cock swell, and against her better judgment, a strange sense of pride swelled within her chest, 'You want to fuck my tight little ass, don't you?'
Priscilla asked the rhetorical question as she pulled out the next bead with another pleasurable gasp, 'You wanna just shove that fat fucking c-cock up my butt and fuck me until I pass out while you pump my guts full of h-hot spunk.'
As she lost herself in the fantasy, Priscilla's hand started to move of its own volition, pulling out several beads in quick succession before pushing the toy back in. Before long, Priscilla was fucking her own ass with the beads, her eyes hidden from sight as they rolled up into the back of her head from the pleasure.
"F-fuck…f-fuck…F-Fuck!!" Priscilla swore with increasing urgency as she felt her pleasure growing and growing until her hips started to buck and spasm uncontrollably, "O-Oh my g-god!"
Priscilla felt her breath hitch as pleasure assaulted her, and her ass clenched hard, pushing out the beads for a final twinge of pleasure that made Priscilla gasp despite the lack of air entering her lungs.
Only when her vision stopped flashing with stars did Priscilla regain control of her body, desperately sucking in a shuddering breath, "W-what just happened?"
"I think we just discovered that a certain someone is a bit of an anal queen."