Elicitation (14 page)

“The other modification I’ve made is this part.” He grabbed her wrists and buckled them into the cuffs attached to the arms of the “T.” They held her arms stretched out on each side of her body and forced her to lean forward.

“Now, before I go any further, it’s time for a demonstration. You will notice that there is a large red button right in front of you. When this button is pushed…” He chuckled. “You will like it a lot.” He pressed the button, and the dildo came to life with a deep, loud, raspy buzz. It didn’t vibrate, exactly, and it didn’t move up and down; instead, it
squirmed
within her, with a strange motion that somehow managed to hit every single pleasure center inside her grasping pussy all at once. At the same time, the base of the dildo vibrated powerfully against her clit.

The world disappeared. Wave after wave of pleasure hammered her body. She threw back her head and screamed in ecstasy unlike anything she had ever imagined possible. Her body sang with it, her nipples tightened, and she ground herself down against the saddle. “Oh, God,” she moaned, “oh God, oh God yes!”

And it was gone.

She gasped raggedly and opened her eyes. Anthony had taken his finger from the button, and just as simple as that, the machine stopped.

“Did that feel good, little whore? I told you that you’d like it.” He grinned. “I’m going to leave you tied to the Sybian until you make yourself come. All you have to do is press the button to turn it on again. Of course, with your hands bound, you’ll need to press it with your nose, but that shouldn’t be too hard to do, right? It’s right there, right in front of you.”

She leaned forward to press the button, and he chuckled and pulled her head back by the hair. “Not so fast. See, there’s a hole in the bar just below the button. Do you know what’s for? Let me show you.” He took a long, thin dildo made of bright green rubber from the trunk. “This goes through the hole like so.” He fed the dildo through the hole, so that it jutted out toward her face. “There’s a clamp to hold it here. In order to press the button with your nose, you’ll have to take the dildo in your mouth.”

She looked away from him as he continued. “To be honest, I didn’t know if we would get to this part of your training or not. But I figured that if you were half the slut I thought you were, your training would go far more quickly than anyone else realized. We will do this every afternoon. Now, this part of your training will have two effects. First, it will teach your body to associate pleasure and sexual relief with having something in your mouth. By the time our honeymoon is over, you will become aroused any time anything is shoved into your mouth. You might even find that you will come just from having your mouth fucked.”

She twisted helplessly in the saddle, impaled on the Sybian. Tears of powerlessness and shame filled her eyes while he went on.

“Second, each day I will move the dildo one quarter of an inch farther through the hole. That means that every day you will have to take it that much farther down your throat in order to reach the button. So in addition to learning to associate pleasure with having your mouth filled, you will also teach yourself how to deep throat. The only way you’ll be able to get pleasure from the machine is by taking this big rubber cock down your throat.”

She began crying softly. “Why?”

“Why? Because I like it when you give me head, and I’m going to train you to like it too.”

“No, why everything? Why are you doing this to me? Why are you forcing me to do these things? It’s not right! It’s not fair! You—” She choked, and the tears flowed harder. “You’re degrading me!”

He crouched next to her and stroked her cheek gently. “Because you want it.”

“No!” she sobbed. “No, I don’t! I don’t want to be a sex slave! Please, stop! Don’t do this to me!”

“No? You don’t like it?” The amused tone was back. He pulled her head back and gripped one breast tightly. “You don’t like when I do things like this?”

Her nipple hardened again under his hand and she sighed. The sound made him chuckle. “That’s what I thought. When I first met you, I thought you had the mind of a prude trapped in the body of a sex-crazed whore. It just took the right kind of prodding to bring out the whore, that’s all. It turned out to be pretty easy, too, I might add.”

“No!” she protested, even as she pressed forward trembling into his hand,

“Oh, no? How many orgasms have you had since we got here, hmm? Why do you think all your fantasies are about force and rape? How come being made to do things gets you off?” He laughed again and stood. “The way I see it, this arrangement gives us both what we want. I get to fuck you any time I want to in any way I want to, and you get a very comfortable living as a stay-at-home housewife. I’ll leave you to it now.”

With that, he turned and walked into the other room. Eileen heard him settle into the couch and turn on the television. She slumped in the saddle for a while, arms outstretched, feeling helpless and sorry for herself. The things he had said weren’t true, she told herself. They couldn’t be! She was not some kind of slut, who just wanted sex all the time…

After a time, her tears stopped. She became aware of the dildo inside her, and the tingling that still lingered there. She tugged at the cuffs around her wrist, but they were too tight for her to slip out of. With her arms held out to her sides, she could not reach them with her teeth; there was no way she could free herself.

The dildo was mounted just below the button; she could not press it by moving her head around the long rubber phallus. The thought of taking it in her mouth sickened her. Yet the itch inside her grew, and all she could think about was how good it had felt when the machine was running.

She leaned forward and closed her lips around the head of the dildo. It felt dirty and degrading, like something only a bad girl would do—the kind of girl her mother had given her such dire warnings about. Her body trembled and her pussy tightened.

She moved her head forward a little bit more. The button was still just out of reach. The rubber dildo slid deeper into her mouth. A bit more, and it hit the back of her throat, just as her nose grazed the button.

She took a deep breath and pressed forward. The bulbous end of the dildo filled the back of her throat, and she choked just as the machine came to life. A jolt of pleasure shot up through her, causing her to throw back her head and cry out. “Gnnnngh!”

Instantly, it switched off again. She howled with frustration.

“You have to hold down the button if you want it to keep running,” Anthony called from the other room.

She jerked and yanked on the cuffs that bound her. “It’s not fair!” she said petulantly. No answer came.

With great reluctance, she took the dildo in her mouth again. She paused for a moment, took several deep breaths, then closed her eyes tightly and moved her head forward. It slid down to the back of her throat as her nose touched the button. The Sybian buzzed to life again. She held it down and struggled not to gag as a wave of intense, toe-curling pleasure slammed through her. It mounted quickly until it was almost unbearable, so overpowering that her hands curled into fists and a cry of ecstasy was ripped from her throat. She coughed and choked and fought to hold still as her orgasm raced up on her, closer and closer. The choking sensation grew faster, though, and with her orgasm only seconds away, she could take no more and pulled her head away. The machine stopped, leaving echoes of pleasure throbbing through her. She sat gasping for long enough to take a few quick breaths, then took the dildo in her mouth and pressed the button again.

The machine buzzed. Sexual pleasure slammed through her. She clenched hard around the thrumming shaft and screamed. The scream turned to a choke, and she sat back again, coughing, frustrated. Her body dripped with sweat.

She forced herself down on it once more. Discomfort and pleasure churned inside her. This time, she made herself keep holding the button down until the orgasm screamed through her.

When it hit, it was not like the feelings she had had with Anthony inside her. Ecstasy hammered at her, wracked her, pounded through her body with the fury of a hurricane. Her vision dimmed and her body spasmed with the strength of it. It went on and on and on until she could not stand it any more, and she pulled her head away, gasping.

“You do seem to like that, little whore,” Anthony said. He stood in the doorway and smiled. “If you keep coming like that, it won’t be long at all before having a cock in your mouth will get you off.”

He stripped off his clothes as he walked into the room. She was barely aware that he was unfastening the cuffs from her wrists and the straps from her legs. She remained passive, chest heaving, while he lifted her off the Sybian and laid her down on the floor. He placed her arms above her head and spread her legs wide. She made no protest at all, even while he tied a length of rope to each wrist. He ran one rope to the foot of the bed and the other to the leg of the desk.

When her wrists were bound, he tied another rope to one ankle. He picked up the other end and carried it into the bathroom, where he wrapped it around the toilet and tied it off. He looked around for a place to anchor her other leg, but saw no heavy objects in the right places, so he finally settled for tying one end of a very long piece of rope to her ankle, and running the rope all the way into the living room, where he attached it to the leg of the couch.

When he was finished, she was bound spread-eagle on the floor by long ropes that tied her securely. He knelt over her and ran his hands up and down over her body. “You are so sexy,” he murmured. “I want to use you now.” His mouth closed over her breast, tongue circling lightly around her nipple. She sighed.

He moved over top of her and pressed his body down onto hers. She shook her head back and forth. “No,” she whispered, “no…”

He thrust and buried himself to the hilt inside her. She screamed and arched her back against him. He pumped steadily in and out of her tender, throbbing pussy. Her hips rose to meet every thrust, even while she moaned and begged him to stop. “Please, please,” she whimpered, “please stop, oh God, it feels so good…”

His cock twitched and thickened inside her. He drove deeper, crying out as he came. She felt the hot wet slap as he poured his semen into her, and she writhed and screamed under him. Her body responded in turn; she tightened around him in an orgasm of her own, but this one weak, a pale shadow of what she’d felt just a few minutes before.

He withdrew and rolled off her. “That was fun. Now stay there.” He rose and disappeared for a moment, to return with the leather case of probes and the bottle of lube. “Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get back to work on your ass, shall we?”

For the next two hours, Anthony ignored her pleas. He knelt on the floor between her legs and worked a series of the metal probes into her ass, beginning with the one he had used that morning, each larger than the one before. Her ass stretched to accommodate the intrusions. Patiently, methodically, he opened her up; each probe was placed against her ass and then slowly, slowly pushed inside her all the way up to the base. He held it there until her cries subsided into whimpers and moans, then pressed his thumb to her clit and moved it in small circles while he pushed the probe in and out, faster and faster. When her nipples hardened and she began to pant, he slid the probe out and repeated the process with the next.

In this way he worked her up to the third largest probe. The second largest, though, refused to fit. Her anus stretched around the smooth rounded end, but refused to let it in. He poured lube over her ass until it oozed from her onto the floor. He pressed the end of the probe against the tight pucker of her anus until she shrieked. Still it refused to go in.

Finally, after two hours of probing and pushing, he conceded defeat. “You took all the way up to the fifth biggest one,” he said, “only two more to go. Not bad!” He rose to reveal his erection. “All this work has got me horny again. And here you are, all tied down…”

“No!” Her eyes widened. “Please, no! I’m too sore!”

“Well, perhaps you’re right,” he said thoughtfully. “I’ve used you very hard today, and you’re not used to it yet. Maybe I need to find a different way to satisfy myself.”

He knelt straddling her torso and laid his hard cock between her breasts. “This should do, I think.” He poured a large amount of lube generously over her breasts, letting it flow down around his shaft. “Yes, I think it will work very well.”

With that, he began to thrust between the curving mounds of her breasts. She turned her head away, not wanting to see. The wet sounds of his thrusts, his grunts as he used her this way, revolted her. She felt dirty, objectified, like a cheap whore; the way he used her felt impersonal, as though her own pleasure did not matter. The feeling grew stronger as his grunts became louder and louder. He was treating her like a sex toy, not even taking her the way a man should take a woman. She closed her eyes tightly and waited for it to be over.

She didn’t have long to wait. With a roar, he came, and warm sticky spunk gushed between her breasts. It splattered her neck and chin, flowed down her body, over her stomach. She made a sound of disgust and shame.

“Mmm, that felt good!” He stood over her. His softening cock dripped come and lube; a large drop splattered wetly on her cheek. He looked down at her and grinned. “You naughty girl. Look how messy you made me! I need another shower. I can’t go out like this.”