Eileen blushed. “But…my breasts hurt,” she mumbled defensively. “And they’re messy.”
“I don’t care.” Anthony sat down next to her. “Do it anyway.”
Her heart beat fast. She brought her hands back up to her breasts. His semen, warm and slick, squished around her fingers. The feeling ordinarily disgusted her; now, it made her quiver. The dirtiness of it felt exciting, as if it were one more way she could show him how she felt.
The vibrator ran at a steady low him inside her. She closed her eyes and leaned back. The taste of Anthony’s semen lingered on her tongue. She returned to the imaginary scene behind the grocery store.
In her mind, the cashier who had dragged her out there chuckled at her eagerness. “You see?” he called to the onlooking crowd. “You see how much she wants it?” His hands held her head tightly. “Should I give it to her?”
A murmur rippled through the watchers. Eileen knelt in front of him on the ground, her tattered clothing hanging from her in shreds. He looked down at her. “You want my cock in your mouth, don’t you?”
She tried to protest. Her words were silenced by his hard erection, shoved forcefully between her lips. She choked.
The vibrator picked up speed. Eileen squeezed her breasts tightly, savoring the pain. She fondled and caressed herself under Anthony’s gaze, her skin slippery with come beneath her hands.
She imagined the cashier’s thick cock filling her mouth, musky with the taste of her own juices. She began to suck immediately, thoughtlessly, bobbing her head up and down the way she had been trained to do. She sobbed openly, but even the feelings of violation at the rape could not overcome her conditioning. Her tongue swirled around the invading penis.
“There, that’s right! I knew you wanted it!” he said. He released her head. She wanted to stop, but the training was much to strong for her to break; she could not pull herself away. She slurped on his erect shaft, all the conditioning she had undergone overriding her will completely. Her body shook with humiliation. All around her, the onlookers cheered her on.
Anthony watched her touching herself intently. She leaned back in the wooden chair, her eyes tightly closed, moaning. Her legs were spread wide, and her hands groped her breasts roughly. She seemed utterly lost in her fantasy, completely unaware of anything else. Sweat and come glistened on her skin.
Eileen imagined the cock swelling in her mouth. She moved faster, willing for him to come, praying that it would all be over soon.
The cashier had other ideas. “Stop,” he said. His hands caught her head. “Not like that. I want these people to see me come, so they will know how much you like it.” He pulled from her mouth. “Use your hands. Make me come. Show them how slutty you are.”
The vibrator revved faster. Eileen squeezed her breasts tightly and gasped. She pictured herself kneeling in front of him and wrapping her hands around his shaft. She tried to pull away as she stroked, but his strong grip stopped her. He brought her face down to the tip of his cock. “Stay right there.”
“No!” she protested. From somewhere in the crowd behind her, she heard a chuckle. Her hands slid up and down his shaft. “I don’t want—”
He cried out as he came. Thick gouts of semen spurted over her face. She sputtered, caught off-guard, and tasted the disgusting stuff on her lips. More tears flowed.
Eileen arched her back, so absorbed in the fantasy, she didn’t even feel the vibrator stop. Her fingers squeezed her nipples rhythmically. “Oh! Oh!”
She imagined her assailant jerking her abruptly to her feet. He turned her toward the audience, showing them the come dripping from her face. “I told you she likes it!” he said. His hands pulled her arms roughly behind her back. “See for yourselves. I will hold her while you all have her. Don’t hold back!” His lips moved close to her ear. “Beg for it. Tell them you want it.”
Anthony watched Eileen’s lips moving silently. She twisted her nipples harshly, over and over again. He leaned closer to her. “Tell me you’re mine,” he said. “Tell me this is what you want.”
In her mind, Anthony’s voice merged with the clerk’s. She tugged sharply on her nipples. Her pussy clenched. “I want it!” she cried. “I am yours! Don’t hold back!” Her back arched again. “Rape me! Use me, I need it! Oh God, please rape me!” She imagined the watchers drawing closer, some of them already unzipping their pants, crowding close while the cashier held her firmly. “I like it rough! This is what I need! Please rape me!”
The orgasm hit with such intensity that it took her breath away. When it had passed and she could finally breathe again, she opened her eyes to find him looking at her placidly. She blushed and lowered her gaze. The feeling of submission lingered in her post-orgasmic haze.
“Tell me what you were thinking about when you came.”
She shivered. “He…he defiled me with his…you know, his come. On my face. And then he…” Her voice grew hoarse. “Then he…he offered me to other people. He told me to beg for it.”
“You like that.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes.” Butterflies swirled.
“You are a mess. Scoop that come off your tits.”
A flash of arousal passed through her. She ran her fingertips up between her breasts, scooping up the semen that still clung there.
“You know what to do.”
She nodded. “I…think so. You…” She flushed. “You want me to put it in my mouth.”
He took the compact remote control from his pocket. “And you know what else is going to happen.”
“You’re going to make me come again?”
“Yes.” His deep brown eyes watched her calmly.
He pressed a button. The vibrator started to buzz. She raised her fingers to her lips. Her tongue swirled around her fingertips, just as he had taught her. Face flushing, she pressed her fingers into her mouth, coughing just a little at the taste.
The vibrator ran more quickly. “Hnnf,” she said. She pushed her fingers deeper, until they touched the back of her throat. A powerful surge of sexual need, so strong it was nearly blinding, swept through her. She marveled at how easily, and thoroughly, her body had been programmed, even though the taste of his semen still disgusted her.
She clamped her legs together tightly. “Hnngh! Ughk!” Her taut nipples burned with pain. She rammed her fingers down her throat, trying to distract herself from the sharp, painful contractions between her legs.
When she came, it was a short, sharp shock, over almost before she realized it had started. She shrieked once around her fingers, then went limp and still. The buzzing stopped.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“For what?”
She looked down. “I don’t know.”
The rest of the evening passed quietly. Anthony read his book, while Eileen curled up next to him on the couch. They spoke little, save for her occasional gasps when the vibrator tormented her especially acutely. She luxuriated in his closeness, her head on his shoulder while he read.
When he was finally ready for bed, she followed him into the bedroom and stood quietly while he unlocked her training harness. When he had finished, she picked up a pillow and set it on the floor. He looked at her and smiled.
“Most excellent. You are learning the routines well. Come here.” He crooked his finger to her. “Arouse me. Turn me on. Before you give me the gift of your mouth, make sure I want to use it.”
“How?”
“Like I showed you. Use your body to arouse me. There’s more to being a sex slave than just giving yourself to me. Part of your duty is to make me want you.”
She approached him self-consciously. She wrapped her arms lightly around him, hands running up and down his back, and touched her lips lightly to his. He murmured softly. When he moved forward to kiss her, she slipped away, kissing his neck instead. Her hands slipped over his shoulders to caress his chest.
As quick as lightning, he darted forward to kiss her lips. She surrendered to it, parting her lips for h
is tongue as she unbuttoned his shirt. When it hung open, she let her nipples graze against his bare chest.
He sighed softly. Encouraged, she slipped her hands down to his waistband. His pants unfastened at her touch. She leaned closer, pressing her body to him, and kissed him deeply. Her hands slipped inside to find his hardening erection. She stroked softly with subtle little motions, encouraging him.
Eileen felt him harden in her hand. Slowly, she sank to her knees, planting a row of kisses all the way down his body. He shrugged the shirt off, letting it drop with a whisper behind him. She slipped his pants down, bit by bit, teasing him, leaning close enough to let him feel her warm breath before moving away. She kept moving down, lower and lower, until she was lying prostrate at his feet. She untied his shoes and removed them, her breasts pressing into the pillow on the floor. When she had slipped off his socks, she tilted her head to look up at him from that position, reaching up to run her fingernails lightly along the underside of his cock. He let out a very small noise, somewhere between a sigh and a moan.
She straightened, slipping her fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear, pulling them down along with his pants. His small noises, and the responses her touch drew from his body, excited her too; soon she found herself quivering with arousal, her pussy dripping, despite what she knew she would soon have to do.
Finally, she had stripped him bare. She looked up and opened her mouth expectantly. Her hands quivered just a little as she stroked his hips, drawing him closer. She closed her eyes tightly and guided his shaft between her lips.
After he had finished coming and she had choked down the salty goo as best she could, she stretched out on the bed, writhing with need. “Are you going to take me?”
He smiled. “No. I think I like keeping you just a little bit hungry when you fall asleep. That way, you’ll have more of an…” The corner of his mouth twitched up. “Incentive, shall we say, to give yourself to me tomorrow morning. I want you to need it when I fuck you in the ass.”
She whimpered with frustration, but lay still and allowed him to chain her down. Sleep came shortly after.
Chapter 17
The next morning followed the same pattern. As he unlocked the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, she felt the tingle of growing arousal.
When she was free, she set the pillows into position at the foot of the bed. The tingle grew stronger as she performed the distasteful ritual of lubricating her ass for use. By the time she knelt and buried her face in the pillow, dampness was trickling from her sex.
“Well, look at that,” Anthony said. “You horny little anal slut.” He knelt behind her and allowed her to take his rigid cock into her ass.
She came twice that morning, in rapid succession, once just before he did, and then again as his wet semen gushed into her anus. She stood self-consciously after he had finished, not sure if the dampness leaking down her thigh was from him or from her.
“You stopped fucking me for a second there, the first time you came,” Anthony said reproachfully. “You remember the rules. When there is a cock inside you, your number one priority must always be to service it. You can come if you want to, but only as long as you don’t let that distract you from pleasuring the cock. If you make that mistake again, I will have to bring you upstairs for remedial training.” She hung her head and followed him into the bathroom.
After she had bathed him and toweled both of them dry, she followed him into the bedroom and spread her legs docilely, expecting him to lock her into the training device.
He shook his head. “Not yet. I had planned to spend the weekend using you very hard, but as it turns out, I have work to do.” He grinned cheerfully while he dressed. “I need to finish a project from home today, and you’re going to help.” He reached into the closet and came back with a cloth-wrapped bundle and several small coils of rope. “Come along, little whore!”
She followed naked behind him. He climbed up the sweeping staircase to the second floor. She shivered at the thought that he might be bringing her up to the attic, and felt herself grow wet at the idea. Inwardly, she recoiled in horror at her body’s reaction. No! she thought. This is wrong! It should not turn me on to be punished!
But it was not to be. He stopped short of the end of the hall, and led her into the office instead. The computer whirred.
“Sit down over by the window.” He gestured to a chair on the other side of the room.
She did as he said. Anthony quickly lashed her arms down along the back of the chair. She offered no resistance, even when he lifted her knees up over the armrests to spread her legs wide apart. Her ankles were soon bound to the chair, immobilizing her.
He took a large, thick, ribbed vibrator from the bundle and brought it to her lips. She parted them obediently. Anthony watched her head move up and down over it for a while. When it was thoroughly wet, he withdrew it and shoved it deep into her pussy, so abruptly she screamed. He twisted a knob at the end. Instantly, it began a deep, powerful vibration.
She struggled helplessly. “Unnngh!”
“Right now, you are a decoration for my office, nothing more. I like seeing you this way. If I have to spend my Saturday working, I might as well have something pleasant to look at.” His grin grew sharp. “If you come, I will punish you extremely severely.”
With that, he sat in front of his desk. She struggled for a bit, but he ignored her. The thick dildo vibrated constantly, and before long her struggles subsided and she started to moan.
The relentless vibration went on and on. She fought to hold back her orgasm. Sweat glowed on her breasts and body. “It’s too much!” she wailed. “Anthony, please!”
“Hush. I’m trying to work.”
She fought against the merciless vibration. Her moans grew louder, more desperate. Anthony looked up at her from time to time, shushing her when her cries grew too noisy.
Finally, he put down the computer mouse and stood. “A decoration is to be seen, not heard. You are becoming too distracting, little whore. I have a deadline today.” He bent over and picked up a large, deep blue rubber ball on a leather strap. “I was hoping not to need this, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to gag you. Open wide!”
“Anthony! Please don’t!”
He held the ball to her lips. She hesitated. His eyes flashed dangerously. Slowly, Eileen opened her mouth.
He pushed the ball between her teeth and buckled the strap tightly around her head. The rubber ball filled her mouth. “There. That should help.” He bent again to pick up a long strip of dense black cloth. “Don’t look at me that way. That lovely desperation in your eyes is distracting, too.”
He tied the cloth over her eyes. It made an effective blindfold; when he tied it behind her head, darkness covered her vision entirely. “Now you should be a somewhat less distracting decoration.”
She did not know how long he kept here there, but it was long enough for her arms and legs to grow tired. Ste struggled not to come until the strain on her body began to override her sexual arousal. Her jaw ached from the cruelly effective gag. The vibration between her legs was too intense, so that after a time it ceased to be arousing and became nearly painful instead. The width of the dildo stretched the entrance to her sex, already sore from yesterday’s harsh use.
Anthony kept working. She heard him tapping on his keyboard, and the occasional beep from the computer. Her nipples throbbed. Her body ached. The gag made her drool uncontrollably, until it rolled humiliatingly down her body, between her breasts. She felt wetness pooling on the chair beneath her. She started to struggle again, with increasing urgency, but did nothing more than make the rope dig in to her skin.
Anthony continued his work. She felt herself growing hysterical. Every part of her body ached. The dildo seemed almost like it was growing inside her; as she became more sore, it grew more unbearable. Her entire world shrank until nothing fit in it except her own discomfort and the sound of Anthony working. “Nnnnfgh!” she cried, pulling against the ropes with
all her strength. “Nnnngh!”
“Hush, little whore. I have to make a phone call.”
Eileen heard him dialing his cell phone. “Hnnnnnrgh!!” she called. “Gnnngrgh!”
“Hush! You are just here to decorate the office. If you interrupt my phone call, I will punish you.”
She forced herself to stillness. With each beat of her heart, she could feel herself squeeze around the intrusive dildo. The ropes felt tight against her skin.
“Hello. It’s Anthony Porto. Right.” A pause. “Yes. I just emailed you about that. The planning office won’t issue the permits until we make changes to the courtyard. They’re worried that there’s too much impermeable surface. It’s a storm water management issue.”
Another pause, this one much longer. Eileen could feel the line of drool sliding between her breasts, spreading across her body. She imagined the strangers from her fantasy seeing her like this, naked and bound helplessly, gagged to prevent screaming, penetrated, humiliated. Arousal flashed through her.
“There are a few potential solutions,” Anthony’s voice said. “We might be able to get away with using permeable tiles in the courtyard, if the soil isn’t too compacted. I don’t have that information in front of me. We also might need to install a rain garden or some sort of underground water management system. At this point, I think I’m going to bounce the problem back to our lead water management engineer and see what she says about it. I’ll copy you on the email. In the meantime, I’ll print a rendering of the revisions to the street side pedestrian entrances we already talked about.” Another pause. Eileen squirmed. “Right. Goodbye.”
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