Savage Mind - Thought Police Bundle #1: (Sci Fi Rough BDSM)

by Claudia Balvenie

  He walked behind her and unlocked the chains. They and her arms fell loosely to her side. He unchained her manacles around her ankles. The one around her stomach was left, as he muttered something about not wanting her to run away. She cradled one arm in the other but found that they were not nearly as sore as they were before. Must have been a shorter time that she was held there. Or perhaps the time awake made it less painful, she wasn't sure.

  He handed her a damp towel.

  “Uh, you just...” he wouldn't look into her eyes. “You should clean yourself up.”

  “Something troubling you?” He quickly raised his mask hidden eyes to hers, as they went wide. He did not expect her to speak. “Your boss not happy about the way things are going?”

  His gloved hand shot out, faster than she expected, gripping her throat. He pinned her up against the slab. She recovered from the surprise quickly and held his gaze. Already the excitement was flooding her body. She prayed she wasn't pulled out by the intern.

  She couldn't see his face, not behind the suit, but she could sense his arousal, already poking through the thick material. He seemed to enjoy having her thin neck trapped in his thick fingers. Her life was in his hands, though she felt no fear. She kept staring at him, daring him to do something, anything.

  “Aww Hell!” He exclaimed. He kept the hand against her throat keeping her pinned while his other hand fumbled about his trousers. He kept the grip tight, though she did try to look down. She could see nothing of what was going on.

  She could tell by his motions when he'd freed himself, and when he began to stroke. His fingers flexed around her neck, and she kept his gaze.

  Hoarsely she spoke. “I thought your boss didn't allow you to 'touch' me?”

  She wasn't above teasing the man. She knew that he was simply another personality in the accused's mind. Of course, she had to make sure all of them were safe for society.

  His hand pumped furiously, while his other hand kept tightening and loosening about her throat. She'd be bruised, of course, but the excitement was palpable. A low moan escaped her lips and she closed her eyes. This surprised him, though it shouldn't. He'd seen her true desires while he was the Boss.

  He closed his eyes and a low rumble escaped his throat. She felt a warm stickiness repeatedly shoot against her bare thighs. “Not.... touching...” he offered, then released his hold on her throat. Instead, he leaned forward, supporting himself over her against the slab and catching his breath.

  Finally, he slid himself back into his suit and once again pushed the towel towards her.

  “Just, clean yourself up, OK?” He walked back to his cart. He pulled a covered plate off of it, then brought it back to her. She supposed this was what he originally came to do. He left the food close enough for her to grab and then hurried himself and his cart out of the room.

  “Should I tell your Boss...?” she asked as he opened the door. He turned back and shook his head once, the fear clear in his actions.

  She chuckled lightly as she took off the cover and saw a sandwich and some carrot sticks. Of course no utensils were there. Fine with her. She had two of the three men distracted, and that was good enough.

  CHAPTER 3

  It had been several hours and a few small naps later when she was fetched once more. Hazmat took her plate, then he pulled out the same collar that he'd used before. He gently wrapped it around her neck and pulled it tight. It did not stop her breathing, but she could not ignore it either. He clipped a leash to the front hook.

  This time she did not fight. If he noticed this, he made no comment on it. She assumed he was still preoccupied with his disobedience of his boss.

  She was taken into another cinder block room that could have been the same as the original one she woke up in. Interesting to her that the man, even deep inside his mind, would only think to decorate this way. Perhaps he had no more cycles left to devote to it, since he was running three personalities at once.

  This room had no furniture, simply a few hooks in the floor to which chains were once again placed and this strange rounded bench in between. It was an odd item, almost like the bar that gymnasts would jump over, save without legs. She chuckled inwardly, wondering what sort of bizarreness he had planned for this night.

  It quickly became clear what it was used for. Hazmat pulled her along by the chain to the bench, and pushed her stomach to it, pushing her over. He connected the chains on her hands to the two hooks in front, and behind he connected chains two sets of chains, one to her ankles, a second tight set to her thighs. This kept her legs spread wide open.

  She looked up at him questioningly as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. Some of his old swagger had come back she could tell. She'd have to use that to her advantage. He took a few moments to walk completely around her body twice.

  “Alright then, all done!” He said cheerfully. He headed towards the door to leave.

  That had surprised her. “Wait, why did you do all of this if you weren't going to take advantage of it?”

  He laughed. “No no no, you aren't for me. I'm just getting you ready for the scientist.”

  “The scientist?” she asked.

  He offered no answer. Finally he tore his eyes away from her body and left the room without another word.

  CHAPTER 4

  She tried to rest again, as she did whenever she was left to her own devices. She was a practical woman and knew that worrying accomplished nothing, whereas saving her strength for the right moment might very well save her case. It might even save this man's life. Still, something about the scientist left her unnerved. The third member of their trio simply was not as easy of a nut to crack as the others.

  Besides, her body was getting uncomfortable. It would have been better without the bench in the middle which curved her body into a “V” shape. She could have laid against the ground, cold and concrete though it was, and rested for the next battle. But she was tightly held. Her knees were pushed apart and her ankles were chained. Her wrists were still manacled to the ground. She debated if this was worse of the previous predicament, held chained against the stone slab.

  She'd lost count of how many times she'd shifted her weight when the door finally opened. He did not immediately move to face her, instead she tried to crane her neck to see what he looked like. She imagined he would look the same as the other two, but she was curious if the accused would bother to hide the doctor with a different face. He'd only bothered with a mask before. He was still in her blind spot, though she could hear the sound of the pencil scraping against his clipboard. What could he possibly be writing?

  He was muttering to himself disapprovingly. She tried to figure out what about her had set him off. After all, she was not a hideous woman, and both the other personalities had found her quite intriguing. Still, she heard him walk away, then begin fumbling about behind him. He walked off then, the light disappearing as he did.

  Several minutes later, the door burst open. Squeaky wheels preceded the footsteps. They came closer until finally whatever was on the wheels stopped behind her, in between her splayed legs.

  The sound of a machine coming to life startled her, and she began to struggle, not only to pull her legs forward, but to see what was actually behind her. The chains stopped both movements.

  The sound of buttons being pushed and dials being turned overwhelmed her senses until those two were drowned out by the sound of the engine coming to life behind her. She squealed in fright, she couldn't help it. She only hoped it wasn't enough to pull her out of the dream!

  One gloved hand touched each of her thighs and clinically folded her dress up to her waist. She felt something cold and metallic slip under the sides of her underwear. A quick snip and it was cut. The other side was just as quick. She was nude then, from waist to heels.

  A moment later and his gloved hand touched her slit, from it's lower most opening, all the way to her rear hole. His one long touch she thought was perhaps sexual, but instead she felt the lubricatio
n that he'd spread over her entire area. She found herself wishing he'd touched her folds more.

  He stepped away then, went to turn on the light, then pulled a stool to stand in front of her.

  He was the man she'd remembered before, though just as hidden. He wore a full surgical uniform, complete with hat and mask. She wondered if both men looked exactly like the boss, when the masks were taken away, or if he gave them completely different appearances?

  He coughed then and her attention was fully on him. He tapped the clipboard a couple of times, as if drawing out the situation. Did he truly think, in the position she was in, that she would treat this like some sort of doctor visit?

  “I have a few questions for you.” he began, though it was hard to hear over the whirl of the engine behind her. He did not bother to pitch his voice higher, he simply expected her to figure out his questions.

  “First, what would you say your tolerance for pain was?” he kept his eyes on the clipboard.

  “My tol.. I guess it's pretty high?” she began, but before she could finish, he lashed out with his other hand, which held a tiny shock device. She shrieked in pain and surprise as it touched her shoulder.

  “High?” he asked.

  “Well, if I'm not being surprised, I mean, that was unexpected.” She winced, wishing she could rub where the electric bite had touched her.

  He set his clipboard on the ground and moved to her. This time, as she watched, he put the shock device against her other shoulder. He held it there for what seemed like an eternity.

  She flinched again at the sharp pain but did not cry out. Dimly she wondered if something was wrong with her, because even this uncomfortable shocking sensation, she was growing wetter. She wondered if he'd even need the lube.

  “Better.” he proclaimed. He kept the shock stick out and slowly trailed it down her left side. The pain was excruciating. Still she bit her tongue, as his stick trailed down her side, past her breasts, down her thin waist, across her hips. Finally that intense pain he settled between her legs. She couldn't help herself then. She screamed.

  This seemed to give him the reaction he was looking for. He pulled away and picked up his clipboard making notes. She spent the time trying to recover from the pain. Once he'd finished writing he stood again and walked behind her, managing to slash out with his shock stick twice on the way, surprising her and making her writhe.

  He fumbled with the buttons on the machine and the engine began to make a different whirring noise. It seemed to be getting closer. He walked back around her other side, this time shocking her hip, the small of her back, even reaching low enough to shock her nipple, which was extremely painful even through her clothing.

  He'd made it all the way to the front of her when she felt it pushing against her nether regions. The machine he'd made had some sort of latex manhood that was pressing very insistently against her. She immediately collapsed her body down so that it was only against her back.

  “NO!” he shouted, and drove the stick into her shoulder, hard. She screamed again in pain. “Get yourself back up, that is part of the experiment!” He pulled away enough to let her get herself back into position, and he walked behind her to help guide the machine.

  She didn't want to want this so badly. She knew it was wrong. But even the pain, the screaming, the being told exactly what to do, it thrilled her to her very core. Her body had reacted instinctively against the device, but her mind wanted it desperately.

  She understood the need for the lubrication then. He hefted her hips into just the right position for the machine, then used his gloved hands to open her up and allow it full access to her body.

  And it was big, bigger than any man she'd ever had inside. Beyond that, it was pushing. Had she allowed it to go in when it first began, she might have been ready for this invasion. As it was, it was stabbing inch after inch inside her before her body had a chance to be ready. It was painful.

  He stood behind her, watching the machine take her body. As soon as she seemed to be relaxing into it, he cruelly would use his stick on some unsuspecting part of her. Her hips, the bottom of her feet, her clit, all fell victim to his stick while she was taken by his machine. Still it did not stop. It wouldn't stop. It could go forever.

  She screamed. She screamed when it went too far, when it finally reached the end of her insides, when he would shock her just to distract her from what was happening. She felt pleasure building inside of her. She knew she walked a knife's edge between pleasure and pain, and she knew she could cut the connection at any time. Nothing that they did here would truly happen to her body. So she let it continue, frantic with the need to see what else he would do.

  It was a while before she came to her senses and realized he had stopped shocking her. The machine continued it's relentless pounding, but the shock stick had not touched her in a while. She did not see him either. She'd lost track during the ordeal her body was facing.

  Then she felt his hands. They were once again covered in lubrication. They slathered it all over her, above where the machine continued it's constant pounding. He pulled her ass apart and slowly, so very slowly, pushed the head of his dick in. She immediately tensed up, despite the fact that right underneath the steady rhythm of his robot kept drumming along. All she could feel was what he was doing to her tight hole.

  He took it slow and used a great deal of lubrication. He inched inside of her causing her to be so very still less he make a mistake and cause her much greater pain. He would push in just a little, then pull out again, then force it in a little more. She could feel the latex of his machine and his own dick rubbing against each other.

  Finally she could sense he was completely inside of her, his balls were pressed up against the thin area between what he invaded and what he left for his robot. He then reached behind him, made some movement and the robot began to speed up.

  It was like a dance. He sped up as the robot sped up. At one moment they would be alternating, and her pussy would be empty while her ass was filled, then vice versa. Then they would lose that rhythm and both be pumping inside of her at the same time. This would push her even more hard against the bench, knocking the wind out of her.

  Suddenly she felt both his hands on either side of the bench, and a loud groan escape his lips. Her rear was suddenly warm and full and he collapsed on top of her. The machine did not stop, however. It kept going, faster and faster, though he was spent on top. She found her insides spasm around his machine, and her whimpers of pleasure finally brought him back around. A low chuckle escaped his throat.

  He pulled himself back to his feet and slid out of her ass. Only after a few more moments of watching her writhe did he finally turn off the machine. He took that time to clean himself up as well she assumed, for when he walked back in front of her to pick up his clipboard, he was completely presentable.

  “My compatriot will be along presently to clean you up for your next meeting with our boss. I trust you will give him your full attention?”

  She didn't answer, just looked up at him. He moved behind her then and pulled the machine from her innards. She collapsed to the ground, in pain, pleasure and exhaustion.

  Guilty Plea

  Thought Police #3

  by

  Claudia Balvenie

  Copyright 2014.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.

  CHAPTER 1

  Rori awoke alone.

  She was still chained to the floor, not just by the wrists and ankles, but at the thigh as well, pulling her legs far apart. She lay over a hump, the same that a gymnast might jump over, save that it had no legs. She was splayed out for any use that her captor had for her. She knew, physically, she could not escape these bindings.

  She'd never felt more alive.

  That in itself was amazing. Perhaps, if they were hidden and careful enough, two like minded individua
ls could engage in these darker sort of sex acts. Yet in her society, such brutality in the bedroom was against the law, despite the fact the “victim” might be quite willing.

  In fact, that was Rori's job, discovering what criminals might be willing to commit these crimes. She was a psychic investigator tasked with determining which outliers simply contained the markers for sexual deviance and which ones were safe to continue on in society.

  She was powerful enough to enter into the dreams of the accused. She could guide them to their darkest desires. She alone would judge if the individual was worthy to continue on in society, or if they must be locked away or even executed. After all, these outlier genes could not be passed down to the next generation!