The Facility

by Amy Yao

  Of course, this all ignored the fact that she only cared about him when it was convenient.

  "No," he said simply.

  "Okay then. You will get to see her in a couple of hours."

  Erika stood there, unable to look away. She studied the soft curls in her hair. She kept thinking that this was some kind of bad dream. If she blinked, then she would open her eyes, and should be back in her bed or something. But no, each and every time, she was still in that small room, looking right back at that full-length mirror.

  And she was dressed like some freaking schoolgirl.

  "Not fair," she growled.

  Her stylist reached to down and checked her phone. Apparently, he had been vibrating in her pocket.

  "You have fun now," she said, waving.

  Erika was left alone for a moment. Immediately, she tried to think of her husband. Maybe this would be it. She knew that she could go to David, but there had to be some way off of this stupid island. There had to be some way to escape The Facility.

  Less than a minute elapsed, however, so Erika wasn't able to see if she could exploit that same weakness in her collar. The side door opened, and a redhead walked in. Erika couldn't bring herself to turn to the side, to see her visitor.

  "Hello, Erika. I'm here to help you along with your training. That punishment was important, but you still have a lot of work to do."

  "Let me go."

  "No. But if you do a good job, I can certainly make sure that you are rewarded. Would you like that?" At once, Miranda lifted up the controller, and she tapped a button. Erika didn't know if the same setting existed on the device David used.

  Instantly, she felt this strange, tingling warmth around her neck. The sensation started to coalesce, spreading down into her body. Underneath her vest and her blouse, her nipples started to harden. Against of the soft sheen of her cotton panties, her pussy started to dampen.

  No way.

  Erika shook her head, refusing to believe that this thing could actually turn her on. And yet, that was precisely what happened.

  "This isn't real," Erika insisted, gritting her teeth.

  "Be careful or I will suggest that your husband put you in a chastity belt. You wouldn't like that,"

  "I can handle it. I can handle anything!"

  "Really?" Miranda stepped up in front of Erika. She touched Erika’s chin, making sure that the newly dyed blonde didn't try to look away. "Say that again."

  "I can handle it. I can handle anything." Despite the fear coiling through Erika's body, she refused to back down. She wouldn't let this counselor intimidate her.

  "Okay. You get three hours in a chastity belt."

  Erika snorted. Three hours? What the hell did this woman think that would accomplish?

  As if on cue, the stylist came back, only now she was carrying some sort of messenger bag.

  "Spread your legs, slut," the counselor commanded.

  Erika didn't want to respond, especially as the collar continued to work on her. At first, she had focused on the counselor, thinking that Miranda would be enough to distract her. But now, the arousal only continued to build. She started thinking about how it felt when David tied her down to their bed, when he teased her with wax and ice. An involuntary shiver ran through her body, reminding her of just how helpless these people could make her.

  Erika obeyed. Because of the collar, she spread her legs.

  Lifting up Erika’s skirt, Miranda pulled down her panties. And from there, she showed Erika the chastity belt. It looked so solid, so powerful. Metal bands would loop around her waist. A guard at the front would make sure that Erika couldn't try to touch her own pussy. One of her most sensitive body parts would be denied to her.

  As her throat started to clench, Erika wondered if maybe she should apologize. At the last moment, she said no.

  Because of the influence of the collar, Erika couldn't resist. The newly minted blonde didn't resist as the other girl took away her panties, leaving her dampened sex exposed.

  "You like this," said Miranda.

  Erika couldn't argue, especially because she cooperated, making it easy for Miranda to lock her in chastity. Soon, Erika felt the metal band around her waist. Miranda pulled it snug. Then she started to lock it on, making sure that every individual piece was tight.

  "Don't worry. Your husband is going to be able to watch you, either in real time or as a recording."

  Miranda pointed up to the corners. Erika followed with her eyes, and she saw the telltale reflection of camera lenses.

  "I'm going to keep your panties as my own souvenir," Miranda said.

  The counselor pulled out her remote control again. She aimed it. She pushed a different button. It was time for something else. Erika picked up on the sounds of small servos. They were turning gears, making something happen. At first, she couldn't trace the source of the sound. Then it dawned on her.

  It was coming from her chastity belt.

  "What, what is that?" Erika couldn't keep the nervousness from her voice.

  "Just something to stimulate you," promised Miranda. "Don't worry. You're going to figure it out soon enough."

  And just like that, the redhaired woman turned around and walked back to the door. It closed, clicking.

  Erika was still entranced, held in place by the influence of her collar. Only then, she could feel herself as the chastity belt penetrated her. Yes, there was some kind of built-in dildo. It pressed against her pussy, sliding up against her lips. Deeper and deeper it went, pressing into her. Then it stopped, and Erika didn't dare move.

  The dildo started to vibrate.

  It began all at once, catching her off guard. Erika closed her eyes. Yes, the arousal pressed into her body, making it so she could move on her own. Suddenly, the paralysis was broken. She could move her fingers and her feet. She could walk around that small room with the mirror right in front of her.

  Only where was she supposed to go? What was she supposed to do?

  Erika turned. She walked right over to the corner wall. She sat down. She kept her knees bent, almost pressed up against her chest.

  They were watching her? Fine. She would make sure she didn't give them any kind of show. People would see this, and become immediately bored. That was the only kind of revenge she could imagine at that point.

  And yet, the vibrator kept going, teasing her pussy, thrumming along her clit. Erika locked her teeth together. She inhaled and exhaled, breathing as normally as she could. This didn't really work. It didn't really help.

  As she sat there, she started to think of her husband. She imagined David, grabbing her, throwing her down onto the bed, climbing on top of her. He would be so strong, just like he had been before.

  "No. I'm not going to think that way. I'm not going to let myself get turned on by any of this," she silently mouthed. Her lips moved, but she refused to make a sound.

  The vibrator sped up, prompting this audible whimper from deep within her throat.

  All at once, she decided she couldn't take this. Erika jumped up onto her feet. She strode quickly toward the door, her arms slashing down through the air. She got to the door and she grabbed the handle, trying to turn it. Unsurprisingly, nothing happened. She pulled. When that didn't work, she slammed her fist on the door.

  She opened her mouth, getting ready to say something. The vibrator sped up again, going faster than before.

  Erika stumbled back, on the verge of an orgasm. One, two, three, maybe four more seconds and she would be there!

  The vibrator stopped.

  She blinked, closing her eyes, clenching them shut. But her eyelids rose again, she swallowed, confused. What had happened? Why didn’t she get her orgasm?

  The vibrator started up again, slowing deliberately, a gentle series of pulses against her sex. The desires started to build again, kindling this fresh wave of heat.

  This was it. This was the torture, she realized. She was being punished for her recalcitrance.

  Fine. She decided
that she could take it. Only then, after some random span of time, the vibrator got faster. Then it stopped. Then it started out slow and fast, slow and fast, faster, than slow again. Erika turned around.

  She looked up at the cameras, this animalistic snarl curving along her lips.

  "I'm not going to let you break me!"

  Being spanked was one thing. Being tortured with the dildo, forced to enjoy her captivity, taunted and humiliated by the fact that she couldn't climax on her own?

  No way. She was better than this.

  And yet, she could only pace back and forth. That helped her burn through some of the sexual frustration.

  Erika started to think about some of the boys she had teased or the course of her life. She remembered one time in high school. She'd been wearing a skirt. There were two rows of desks, each one facing one another. Some guy, she couldn't even remember his name, had been checking her out. Erika had made a point of slowly uncrossing and spreading her legs, just for a second, just long enough for him to see the orange hue of her panties underneath her skirt.

  But now, Erika was the one who got teased and tormented by her own body's reactions. Her pussy was drenched by this point, but she still couldn't succumb. She couldn't give in or let these people break her.

  She kept pacing back and forth, like a lioness trapped behind the bars of some cage.

  Erika didn't know exactly when it happened, but then she broke. Her resolve shattered, and she reached down for her pussy. She wanted to touch herself. She pressed on the chastity belt, thinking that even a little bit of pressure or friction would be enough to get her off.

  She was wrong.

  Within moments, Erika understood. As hard as she tried, she couldn’t reach that point of climax. She pressed down. She wiggled her hips. She was practically dancing in place, like some excited child. None of it did any good!

  Throwing her head back, she whimpered and growled at the same time. It was an odd sound, something you might expect to hear from a disappointed child.

  Erika wasn’t supposed to have to deal with something like this. Her nipples were so hard! Her body ached for release. And to make matters worse, the vibrator sped up again, teasing her more and more. The excitement flashed through her body, and she actually stumbled, bumping her buttocks against of the wall. “Let me out of here! You can’t do this to me! You can’t tease me like this!”

  Erika called out those words, like they might mean anything, like they might change her circumstances. But no, she was trapped.

  What about her nipples? It took her longer than she wanted to admit, but she realized she might still be able to achieve an orgasm.

  Erika bit down on her lower lip, and she glanced up toward the cameras. David might have been watching her, even at that exact moment. Was she going to give him the satisfaction?

  She had already humiliated herself. She had already embarrassed herself more than she ever would have admitted or anticipated.

  Fine. Erika immediately went for the buttons along her chest. Her fingertips started to loosen the vest over her chest. And then she heard his voice. “Don’t do it,” David commanded.

  Erika tensed up immediately. He was watching her! Not only that, they had speakers in here, a microphone somewhere. He could issue her commands, even right then and there.

  With frustration brimming through her voice, Erika rolled her shoulders back again. “What do you want from me?” Those words were supposed to sound defiant and dignified. They didn’t. Instead, she sounded fetid, like she couldn’t possibly take any more of this.

  “I want you to learn how to behave,” he said simply. “I want you to learn to be a good girl for me.”

  “That’s not going to happen!” She sounded so brazen, yet Erika couldn’t summon up any real comfort or confidence.

  Her husband chuckled. At the same time, her vibrator sped up again, teasing her, taunting her, working her into a fresh frenzy. Erika arched her back. She took quick, desperate little puffs of air into her lungs. She couldn’t do any better than that.

  “Erika, I think you need some time alone. Really think about what you’ve done.” There was an almost inaudible click, and Erika knew that he was no longer watching or listening.

  The vibrator slowed down. It almost stopped altogether. Then it started to speed up.

  “No! Talk to me! You can’t just leave me here like this! Get back here!” She howled those words, and she ran right over to the door again, beating her fists against the solid surface. Her hands boomed, but nothing else happened.

  How much time drifted by? How many minutes drifted past her? How many hours did she have to slog through?

  Erika didn’t know one way or the other, and she couldn’t figure it out either. Her breath kept catching her throat. Pretty soon, she sat down, twitching as the dildo taunted her with fresh stimulation. On and on it went, one wave after another. There was nothing Erika could do about it.

  Strangely enough, she couldn’t bring herself to touch her breasts. Doing so started to feel like a taboo, this unspoken rule. David may not have been watching, but the cameras certainly were. If she discarded her vest and blouse, then he would know what she had done.

  Besides, even if David wasn’t watching, then there was a good chance someone else was. It was a horrifying thought, but Erika thought of the stylist. All of a sudden, the anger surged through her body.

  The rage, however, couldn’t cleanse her. Instead, it left her feeling dirty. She jumped up on her feet. She took two strides closer to the door, and the vibrator chose that moment to speed up. By this point, she figured her brain would have been exhausted, that she couldn’t possibly experience any more arousal.

  Erika was wrong because the desires swept through her again, clinching muscles throughout her body. She gasped and gulped. Then she fell down, dropping onto her stomach. She wanted to touch herself so badly!

  Erika had never experienced need like this before.

  Back in high school, she remembered hearing about the boys who would get excited when they saw a pretty girl. She heard about guys who would need to relieve themselves in one way or another. They needed satisfaction, to come. Well, it was Erika’s turn. She was finally experiencing that same desperation.

  Slogging through the hours, Erika didn’t know what to do.

  Then, the door finally opened.

  She looked up. At first, Erika couldn’t tell who was standing there. It was obviously a masculine silhouette, but who? Who was it?

  “Hello, Erika.”

  “David!” Erika should have been angry. She should have been enraged to see her husband, especially after the last few hours. And yet, her eyes got big, and she wanted to throw herself at him, to wrap her arms around his waist, to hug him. She wanted to kiss him.

  Oh yes, she wanted to kiss him so badly. She wanted to feel her lips on his, his hands on her, his cock deep within her slit.

  Unfortunately, it was going to be his decision. Erika understood this intuitively.

  “I’m going to play with you and train you, but only if you ask me to come in nicely. Oh, and you’re going to have to address me formally.”

  At first, Erika didn’t understand. Then she remembered her conversation with the stylist. What did David want to be called? Was he her owner? Was he just her husband? Or was he becoming her Master?

  Erika didn’t have a good answer to any of those questions, yet they raced through her nonetheless.

  Just then, Erika understood the cruelty of his trick. He wasn’t going to enter unless she asked “nicely.” This meant that she had to use the proper term, whatever it happened to be. And if she didn’t, he wouldn’t enter, and if he didn’t come into that small room to play with her, she wouldn’t have any chance of getting out of her chastity belt.

  To make this point clear, David reached down into his pocket. What did he take out? A silver chain. At the end of that silver chain dangled a key.

  Right away, Erika knew what she was seeing. It was the k
ey to her chastity belt!

  Before she even realized what she was doing, Erika dropped down onto her knees. She held her hands behind her back. Why? This felt more like an instinct, like something she simply had to do. She couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t stop herself!

  “There we go,” David said, taunting her.

  “Please come in, Master.”

  “Wow,” he replied. As he stepped up to her, leaning down to stroke her cheek with his fingertips, David sounded genuinely impressed. “I discussed your situation with Miranda. She thought you should address me as Master, but I never figured you would be willing to do that. It’s nice to see that I was wrong. So from now on, that’s exactly what you’re going to call me.”

  A drawn out pause hit the air, stretching from one second to the next. Finally, Erika realized what she was going to have to do. With the vibrator still teasing her body, exciting her, working her up and tormenting her, she had no choice. “Yes, Master.”

  Those words tasted vile on her tongue, but Erika didn’t see any other alternative. There weren’t any options for this young woman. She had to obey. She had to surrender.

  Because he was in a playful mood, David decided to tease his wife. He patted her on the head. “Good girl.”

  “You have to know this isn’t going to last,” she said.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Somehow, I’m going to figure a way to get the stupid collar off of me!” Erika didn’t know why, but she practically shrieked those words. “I’m not going to let you keep me this way!”

  “Oh, so would you rather I leave?”

  All at once, desperation hit her. No, of course she didn’t want him to leave. If he left, the chastity belt with its built-in vibrator would continue to tease her, torturing her into raw desperation.

  Erika couldn’t risk that.

  With a quick shake of her head, she whimpered, “No, I don’t want you to go. Please, don’t go.”

  David started to walk. He headed toward the door, and she actually reached out for him, like she wanted to grab his leg or something. Then he stopped and he turned around. “Crawl over here, Erika.”