"So you see, Mrs. Northwest, given your husband's actions, he's considered a great flight risk and his rights have been restricted a great deal, including who's allowed to visit him in holding."
"This is preposterous," Priscilla swore as she glared at the two government agents sitting across from her, "I still don't understand why I can't even call him?!"
"We've restricted all communication with non-essential personnel in fear that he may use this opportunity to arrange for certain actions to be taken," The agent on the left answered in a gruff monotone, his eyes hidden by the heavy shades he wore.
"Non-essential personnel, I'm his wife for godssake!" Priscilla swore
"If our records are correct, you filed for divorce papers, Ma'am," The other agent pointed out, making Priscilla scoff, "Why do you think I need to see him!? The bastard couldn't even sign off on the divorce before fleeing to whatever Caribbean island you found him on! Now I'm left dealing with his debt and all our accounts frozen, can't you see that I'm the real victim here?"
Both agents paused and glanced around at the luxury house they were sitting in, "Yes ma'am it is clear that you're having a…difficult time adjusting to all of this. And for that, you have our sincerest apologies."
"Ugh, I don't want your apologies, I want to see my worthless, good-for-nothing-" Priscilla started to whip herself into an even greater frenzy when her phone vibrated loudly against the table, followed by two more.
Without a word, Priscilla picked up her phone and glanced at the notifications, only to freeze for a moment and shift uneasily in her seat.
"Ma'am are you alright?" One of the agents questioned only to flinch as Priscilla suddenly looked up with an intensity in her eyes, "I'm sorry, but I have to ask that you leave."
"Is something the matter-"
"We can continue this conversation later," Priscilla continued talking over the man as she stood up from her chair, "But right now the both of you need to leave, right now."
The agents shared a glance before one of them reached into their jacket and set a business card on the table. "If you have any further questions, you can contact our agency here."
The two men then stood up and walked out of the room, with Priscilla urgently ushering them out the door, which she quickly turned and shut behind them before opening the messaging app on her phone.
[It's time for inspection, Priscilla. You have five minutes to deliver or else]
[Wait, I just need a bit more time, please. I was in the middle of something]
[Three minutes left, Priscilla, I hope you don't disappoint me]
Anxiously biting her lips, Priscilla hastily typed as she walked down the hallway at a furious pace before realizing that she didn't have enough time to make it to her room.
Deciding on the bathroom being the next best option, Priscilla threw open the door before hurrying inside and locking the door behind her.
'Shit, shit, shit," Priscilla swore in her mind as she reached, propped up her phone, and set it against the sink facing her after opening the camera and putting on a thirty-second timer.
Then, stepping back, Priscilla turned around, pulled up her dress as she bent over, before reaching back and pulling her cheeks to the side, revealing her slit and, more noticeably, the thick, flared base sticking out of her asshole.
A second later, there was a flash, and Priscilla quickly stood back up and grabbed her phone, found the freshly taken photo, and sent it to Ramon, hoping the message would go through in time.
For a couple of seconds, Priscilla waited with bated breath before her phone buzzed as Ramon replied.
[Very good, Priscilla, I'm glad you're taking your training seriously. But I need to make sure you follow my instructions to the letter. I need to make sure you're using the right toy]
A shiver passed through Priscilla's body, and she couldn't help but clench down on the thick intrusion in her ass.
[What do I need to do?]
[Nothing new, just send me a video of you pushing out the toy. No hands, of course, and make sure I can see everything]
[Okay]
Priscilla managed to type back despite the tremor in her hands and how her heart was pounding in her chest, 'I can't believe this, I chased out two government agents from my house just to take a video of me pushing a dildo out of my ass.'
Guilt, shame, and embarrassment flooded Priscilla's mind, but they were all secondary to the excitement and arousal that pushed her further and further into the debauchery.
Setting her phone to record, Priscilla stepped back into frame, resuming her earlier position, before she started to push and immediately groaned as she pushed against the toy, feeling how its peculiar shape grazed and stretched her walls, making her legs shake and tremble as sparks shot up her spine.
'O-oh god why does it have to feel this good!? There's no way that I can be into something so dirty and v-vulgar,' Priscilla lamented in her mind even as her breathing turned into a series of gasps and heavy sighs as she put her hands against the wall for support and took a wider stance, 'Hngnn, here comes the first knot! Oh God, it's stretching me out!!'
With a soft pop and a groan, Priscilla felt her ass finally relinquish its grip of the massive silicon knot that had kept the monstrous dildo lodged in her rectum. But it was clear from a glance that there were several more inches to go, and Priscilla couldn't relax for a second as she kept pushing all while her pleasure continued to build and build.
'I can't hold back,' With a shameful whimper, one of Priscilla's hands left the wall and dove in between her legs, finding her naked slit and sensitive pearl that she began to tease with her fingers, making a shameful level of sound as her digits were soon drenched in her juices, 'Oh, God, it feels so good! Imagine what people would say if they saw me in such a state.'
However, the thought of being caught and seen in such a shameful position only sparked Priscilla's fetish as her breathing turned hot and labored. As pleasure coursed through her body, Priscilla felt her lower body convulse, and spasm, and the pressure squeezed out the last and final knot on the dildo shaped to resemble that of some monstrous beast.
Biting down hard on her lip to suppress a guttural moan of pleasure, Priscilla was left breathing through her nose as she tried to catch her breath. Once she felt like she wasn't about to pass up, Priscilla stood up and walked over to her phone, unsteadily, of course, her legs still mostly numb.
[I hope your happy with yourself I nearly fainted trying to push it out ]
[From the look on your face, it was from pleasure, no doubt, so I would stop complaining if I were you]
[Surely I won't have to continue this for much longer; that one was nearly your size]
[We'll stop once you're able to cum from your ass alone. I want a perfect hole for my cock and nothing less. So from now on no touching yourself whenever it comes to inspections]
[That's absurd]
[Oh isn't someone eager to get their rocks off]
[No I just meant that the way you're treating me is absurd and barbaric]
[And you love every second of it. Now, be a good girl and put that toy back where it belongs, and don't take it out until you go to bed. I might just make a second round today]
Priscilla's cheeks flushed with frustration as she stared at Ramon's text and imagined the cocky look on his face. But she only hesitated for a second before picking the second toy off the ground and pressing it against her still gaping asshole with another pressed moan as she watched inch after inch of thick silicon slide into her rectum as if it was completely natural.
'Oh god, what have I become!?'