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Authors name: Christie (csw1980uk@yahoo.co.uk)
Story title : Eleven Days
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Eleven Days (MF, rp, extreme-v, tor, sci-fi, forced-
impreg)
by Christie (csw1980uk@yahoo.co.uk)
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A 23 year-old girl gets the housesitting job of her
dreams and discovers it's really a nightmare.
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Author's note: don't try this at home.
Day One
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College of the Canyons is a relatively nice community
college in Santa Clarita, just a few kilometers north
of Los Angeles, where I'd been attending classes on
and off for the last few years. Between the drag of
going to work at temp jobs and keeping up with a load
of class work I'd never really had a chance to enjoy
life.
My periodic weekend trips to the beach at Santa
Monica and Malibu did a fairly good job of ruining
any complacency I'd had about life. Seeing movie
stars drive by in fancy cars as they went to and from
their great careers and fabulous homes...well, that
just about would ruin anyone, now wouldn't it? My car
humiliated me every time I drove into the city with
it's bitchy clutch and rusty...everything.
So I did whatever I could to earn a little extra
money and I pursued the trappings of The Good Life. I
figured that if I looked successful then success
would come my way in one form or another. So forty-
hour weeks at a reception desk and then another ten
to twenty hours doing whatever other work I could
pick up yielded me a respectable bank account.
One day my old car gave it up and finally died along
the I-5 leaving me to beg a ride from a passing
Highway Patrol officer. He was a nice enough guy and
he offered to take me home so I accepted. We got to
the Magic Mountain exit and then he asked if I was
going to need another car and he went on to tell me
of an officer friend who was selling his old car.
There was a smile in his voice as he called it an
'old car' and I just found myself going along. The
CHP cruiser coasted back onto the Five and up the
Grapevine to a little town nestled in one of the
mountain valleys.
The little ranch was right off the freeway and was
cute in the rustic way the old ranch houses of
Southern California all seem to be. His friend came
out to meet us and took us over to a barn tucked up
under the most massive oak tree I think I've ever
seen. I thought for sure I was about to see some old
Buick or an old-man Oldsmobile in the barn, but then
a door opened to reveal a dusty tarp over something
low.
I couldn't believe my good luck when $15,000.00 later
I was driving home in a beautifully restored 1982
Ferrari GTsi. The hand-rubbed black enamel gleamed in
the summer sun and the creamy leather Recaro seat
caressed my body in an almost loving manner. My short
brown hair blew in the wind and I looked in the
mirror and imagined myself looking just like one of
those movie stars in their sunglasses.
Suddenly, my little apartment was far too mundane for
a woman in such a car as this. Forty minutes flew by
with the miles and I was gleefully downshifting like
a pro as I negotiated the turns on Sunset. I made the
right onto the Pacific Coast Highway and headed north
to Malibu. Every stop light gave me a chance to see
the common people straining to see behind my hair and
sunglasses wondering if I was someone famous. I was
one of them yesterday.
There's a very nice, expensive and exclusive
restaurant on the highway right near Pepperdine where
I finally pulled in for a break. I pulled up to the
valet and received the kind of first class treatment
I didn't receive when I'd pulled in a few months
before...looking for a job. I figured a girl in a
Ferrari needed to have a $250 dinner with a nice view
of the surfers riding the evening break.
I had no idea that a dinner could actually be worth
$250 until the marinated and grilled New York steak
met my palate. The flavor was something I'd never
imagined and I closed my eyes and felt myself swoon
from the sensation.
"I'm deeply flattered."
The deep voice belonged to a man whose face was more
sculpted than real. He was beautiful.
"It's not often my guests appreciate my culinary
talents with the passion you just demonstrated. You
are a beautiful young lady and one of refined taste,
as well."
Things like this don't happen to me. I sat there
silent and allowed myself to drink in the presence of
my personal Adonis.
"My apologies. I'm too forward. Please enjoy your
meal."
He turned to go and I somehow managed to find my
voice.
"No, I'm sorry! Thank you for the dinner...it's
amazing!"
He stopped. Then he slowly turned to look back at me
with a devilish smile. There is a God and he is a
chef in Malibu.
Well, after an hour of conversation and
astronomically expensive domestic wine I realized
that Adonis was not only good looking and a god, he
was the God of All Narcissists. He knew nothing about
me and I knew more about him than I wanted to. To top
it all off, he was gay. Isn't that my luck? The
perfect day, I find the perfect car, have the perfect
dinner with the most handsome man in the world and
he's gay.
My luck turned to the better once again when he asked
me if I was interested in taking care of his beach
house while he spent the next month in Vienna
perfecting his sauce techniques. He'd pay me twice my
monthly pay at the temp job! I said 'yes', of course.
He'd only just met me and he was giving me a house in
Heaven. Oh, if only he hadn't been gay!
I had to be free for tomorrow and the rest of the
month and, oh by the way, Waldo would pay me twice my
regular salary for my 'inconvenience'.
When he told me his name was 'Waldo' I completely
understood his being gay. No one names a kid Waldo
and expects him to be normal.
Lisa, my roomie, wasn't too happy to find out that
I'd be skipping on my end of the chores and the
utilities the next month (she knew she used most of
the electricity) but she wasn't able to argue my
getting the use of a twelve-million dollar Malibu
beach house for the month of August. She just wanted
to come visit was her only caveat.
The thought of her lazy ass enjoying my good fortune
pissed me off. I told her that I wasn't allowed to
have guests, that the house-sitting was a job and
that I'd been entrusted with a great responsibility,
not to mention a trust that I wouldn't violate.
Sure, it was all pure bullshit, but she bought it
anyway. I told her I'd see her in a month and I
hugged her and went to my room to pack up my stuff
for the month.
Day Two
$$$$$$$
The next day I made the right from Sunset to the PCH
and made my way up the coast in an early morning
mist. I found the house quite easily as it was the
only post-modern Bauhaus/Tudor fusion on the whole
PCH. As bizarre as it sounds, the combination of
Tudor trim and gables with the contrast of a severe
set of angles, steel, and glass was done in such a
way as to be appealing. This was the house Frank
Lloyd Wright would've designed if he'd been 1980's
Hamburg Eurotrash amped up on rap and meth.
I knew the black Ferrari would look appropriate as I
pulled it into the open garage. I shut off the motor
and listened to the satisfying rumble end with a
final note that I likened to a bull snorting with
satisfaction. I hadn't even got out of the car when
the garage door swung down on it's own with a ghostly
silence. I'm used to those rolling metal doors that
make all sorts of racket when they close and this was
actually so quiet it was disturbing.
"Yes, it is quiet. A small fortune was spent having
that door installed. It is solid steel, quite thick
actually, and it rises and lowers on a magnetic
track, thus the silence. Living next to the ocean at
my back door and the PCH at my front door has made me
appreciate quiet."
Waldo's monologue was timed well enough for me to
recover from his scaring the shit out of me. I opened
the cargo compartment on the front of the car and
retrieved my bag before I followed him in. The atrium
off of the garage was a Zen garden of neatly raked
pebbles with a rock in the middle, the top of which
featured a small bonsai garden. On it's own it was
beautiful, but a Zen garden in this house just seemed
unreal. Malibu is unreal, I thought. We entered
through a pair of old brass doors like you'd find in
an old bank and then on into the main room with a to-
die-for view of the Pacific.
"My passion for silence flows into the house. You'll
find the windows are quite thick to resist the storms
and they also feature a layer of liquid quartz. You
flick the switch here," he demonstrated, "and voila!"
The room was plunged into utter darkness. Where had
been the Pacific Ocean was now a wall of purest ebony
black. Instantly, the room was ablaze with sunlight
again.
"You could shoot someone to death in this house and
no one would ever hear a thing outside." He turned to
me with that devilish smile again. "Not that you
would, just that you could."
The tour of the house was like getting the E-ticket
at Disneyland. Every room featured things you'd never
imagined in your wildest dreams and one of the rooms
featured the things you'd never imagined in your
wildest nightmares. Waldo was into some very kinky
things and his 'playpen', as he called it, was
evidence of the demons running around in his head.
Happy people just don't have the kind of things I saw
in that room.
For all intents and purposes, it was a dungeon. Waldo
made a few lewd comments as he showed me the various
items in the room and then told me he liked to think
of it more as a gym than anything else. He also
pointed out that there was no phone in the house as
he'd always used a cell phone for everything. A pay
phone was down at the grocery if I needed it.
"You'll be alone, so don't be bashful about exploring
in here, I really don't care if you do."
I was quietly relieved when he closed the door to the
dungeon and we went on our way about the house. As we
toured he told me about the grocery store nearby
where he had an account and he invited me to enjoy
myself as I saw fit. I would, I promised with a
chuckle.
The kitchen was magnificent and he eventually led me
upstairs to the master bedroom with its modest and
tasteful d‚cor, which he said was to avoid
distracting from the view. I appreciated that
thought. I laid down my bag on the bed and he handed
me the key and walked out the door without even
saying goodbye. The unreality of the past twenty
minutes was enough to make me think about the Scotch
he showed me in the liquor closet. Not a cabinet,
mind you, a closet.
And just like that, I was alone.
Amazing. Twenty-four hours ago I was driving a rust
bucket and living in a ten metre square room and now
here I was driving a Ferrari and about to spend a
month living the dreams of Avarice. If you're a
twenty-three year old girl who suddenly finds herself
the mistress of a Malibu beach house what's the first
thing you do? That's right, you go sit out on the
patio in your best bikini and let the common folks
stare at you from the beach with envy.
The patio was steel and glass just like most of the
rest of the house and the glass afforded a clear view
of the beach. It also afforded the beachgoers an
unobstructed view of me. I like to think that I don't
have any ego problems and I think I have a healthy
self-image. That's my polite way of saying that I
know I'm not hard to look at. Different people have
told me that I resemble Natalie Portman, Audrey
Hepburn (my fave compliment!), and one even told me I
look like Kristen Kreuk. I like to think I'm just me
and that's usually enough to make me happy.
This particular day was special and I pulled out all
the stops. My very special Burberry string bikini
came out and I tied it crisscross to make the most of
my 34C's. Heading downstairs I found the control for
the windows and I just had to play with it for a
while. Like a little kid I had the room dark, then
light, then dark, and so on. The folks outside
must've thought I was crazy.
My curiosity served, I flicked it again to roll the
heavy window open and then I strode out to the patio
like I owned the place. There were some guys on the
beach playing Frisbee and I made a point of
distracting their game by leaning over the rail and
hanging 'the girls' to their maximum effect. The
Frisbee hit the sand. A couple of jaws nearly did,
too.
My egotistical needs sated, I laid back on the chaise
and sunned myself for a few minutes. I'd never done
this before, but after a bit of an internal struggle
with my modesty I undid my top and let it fall to the
deck. I felt so racy. Just like a Malibu starlet. I
could do anything. My skin being what my mom calls
'porcelain white' I really couldn't stay outside too
long so when I felt the tingle of a burn coming on I
packed it up and headed indoors for a shade break.
Predictably, the boys on the beach strained to see me
as I got up. I looked over my shoulder at them and
then turned back to pick up my top. It was worth a
little thrill to see their faces as they saw me in
all my glory.
The heat was a little much and I touched the control
to close the massive sliding window closed. Without
even the slightest click, whirr, or whine the heavy
glass slid along the track in the floor until it
slipped into the frame on the other side of the
patio. The noise of the surf and the people on the
beach faded and fell silent as the widow closed,
leaving me in a church-like silence. A strange chill
went through me as I realized that it fit into the
wall frame exactly the same way a prison door fits
into its own frame.
The house was completely wired and Waldo had shown me
the flat panel displays set into the wall of each
room that gave control of temperature, sound,
windows, and light and had given me basic
instructions on how to use them. The graphical
display clearly showed the temperature as 86F and I
touched the on-screen numbers until they read 70F.
A moment later a cool breeze began to blow throughout
the house and 'the girls' came to attention. I
hesitated about putting my top back on and elected to
let it go for a while. I decided to go back and take
the tour again.
I walked by a mirror and saw myself topless and
complimented myself on how Continental I looked just
now. The light blue bikini top with my dark hair and
pale white skin just looked so perfect in the
reflection. Then I chastised myself for being as bad
as Waldo and kept walking.
The liquor closet was something else. It was about
three metres by ten metres with shelves and racks of
various wines, champagnes, Scotches, bourbons,
specialty liquors, and even some choice beers I'd
never seen before. Getting a little exotic, I
selected a bottle of Midori and an inappropriate
brandy snifter (I wanted a big glass, see?) and
poured myself a very generous helping of the
chartreuse colored liquid. Smooth and sweet, the
delectable inebriant tasted especially wonderful
before lunch.
Properly braced, I continued my tour of the house,
stopping back by the kitchen for a little plate of
crackers and caviar to accompany my drink. Most
civilized, I thought. I worked my way through the
guest rooms and was heading to the dungeon when I
felt a little cold. I'd left my top back in the
kitchen and I was missing it right about now with a
chill on in the house.
I pondered going back to get it, but then decided to
live to excess. The door to the dungeon was quite
heavy and there was an odd resistance as I swung it
open. Just another freaky feature of the house, I
figured. Stepping inside I touched the wall panel and
the lights came on, illuminating the strange room. I
touched it again and set the house temperature up to
a more comfortable 74F before I gave into my
curiosity and explored the room.
I need to stop here and let you know what my first
impression of the room was when Waldo revealed it to
me earlier: black leather, chrome, and chains. My
bare feet told me of the ceramic tile floor and I
deduced there was, and found, a series of small
grated drains set into the floor. I didn't want to
know why there were drains in the room, but from the
looks of things I could see that it had been washed
spotless. A stainless steel door set into the tiled
wall opened and revealed a coiled hose with both hot
and cold handles on the spigot.
As it turned out, there were a few of the stainless
steel doors set into the wall, some in the floor, and
some in the ceiling and the ones I could open all
held something different. One had a wide (and I do
mean wide!) selection of 'toys', another held a flat
panel display for various 'workstations' about the
room, and yet another held a collection of manacles,
collars, handcuffs, shackles, and things that were
hybrid combinations of all of that.
I wasn't exactly sure just what some of those things
were they were so strange. I shuddered to imagine
what goings on these items had been party to in the
past and I imagined them possessing an aura of the
events they'd been involved in.
Now I turned to the workstations and gave myself to
trying to decipher how a body fit into them and what,
exactly, was meant to be accomplished once a body was
fitted into them. One of them was sort of a complex
thing with a suspended chair and stirrups and weights
and pulleys and boxes. I looked it over for a while
to see if I could fathom its purpose and I finally
gave up and moved on.
The next workstation was a padded chair like a
dentist would have except with hinged metal belts for
securing ones' neck, hands, waist, and ankles. The
metal belts appeared to be mechanically operated but
I was unable to find any switch for it. It was also
the only workstation with a large drain right
underneath it and, in comparison to the rest of the
room, it really wasn't remarkable at all.
Then there was a sort of vaulting horse complete with
a saddle and the only odd thing about it was a funny
stainless steel plate set into the saddle. The
vaulting horse also had stirrups of a sort, but they
were odd looking things, each of them a kind of
slipper lined with soft fleece. Another had a more
evident purpose, resembling the exam table at my gyno
doctor's. Except my gyno doctor didn't have self-
locking restraints on her exam table. Interesting.
There were a few places along the wall that were
equipped with odd devices that were clearly meant to
secure a person in a most uncomfortable position and,
again, I shuddered with the thought of what uses
they'd been put to in the past.
My modesty welled up on me in this disturbing room
and I found myself tying my top back on as I walked
out and went to close the door. For some reason, the
door wasn't going to move. It was as if it suddenly
just froze in place. I tried it a couple more times
and finally said, "What-ever!" and headed back out to
the patio. This time I left the boys alone and just
enjoyed another twenty minutes in the sun before I
went in for the day.
There was a thick, plush robe in the bathroom and I
helped myself to it, cinching it around my waist. A
studied glance out the window at the breathtaking
view, and then I made my way to the kitchen to make a
pot of coffee. I soon had the comforting sounds of
perking coffee to keep me company and that was when I
saw a door off the kitchen that Waldo hadn't shown
me. I padded over and turned the knob and found a
handsomely decorated library.
There was a dark, hard wood desk, two red leather
chairs, and a collection of large books. I drew one
of the books from the bookshelf and opened it to find
some very intense pictures of women being tortured
and apparently raped. I placed the book back where it
belonged and opened another. Then another. And
another. They were all the same. Except for the one
shelf that had several books about behavior
modification, psychology, and then a Physicians' Desk
Reference on pharmacopoeia.
I wondered what was up with all the books about women
when Waldo was gay? What was his deal anyway? Was he
a flunked out doctor or shrink? I guessed it really
didn't matter as long as I got paid at the end of the
month.
I sat down in the chair at the desk and got nosy and
slid out a drawer to reveal a keyboard and a
trackball mouse. I merely tapped the mouse wondering
where the computer was when the desktop slowly
flipped back and a familiar flat panel display came
up and lit as the hidden PC booted up. The computer
must've been a good one as it was up and ready in
less than a minute. The usual desktop icons were
displayed and then there were a few others that bore
some exploring.
"Workout routines" rated an inspection and it seemed
to be a program for some sort of exercise regimen. I
found different routines with names like 'Pony',
'Chair', 'Prisoner', and 'Invader' and the display
also had a 'Perimeter Guardian', whatever that was. I
clicked on each program, found the settings and
turned them on and then waited as nothing happened.
Finally I clicked out of 'Workout routines' and
settled for playing 'Medal of Honor'. I got the game
ready to go and then popped out to the kitchen to
fetch my coffee and then I spent a nice, lazy day
killing Nazis.
I played the game from beginning to end and was
terribly surprised to see the clock on the screen
show 10:13pm. I'd blown a whole day in this house
playing a stupid game! It wasn't my usual thing, but
I went to the kitchen and got a yogurt out of the
fridge and went out to the patio for dinner before I
gave it up and went to bed.
My last issue of the day was whether I really needed
to sleep in my sweats tonight or just go raw? When I
pulled back the sheets and felt the softest cotton
you'd ever felt it was decided I'd go raw. I don't
even remember falling asleep.
Day Three
+=+=+=+=+
The morning came as if orchestrated. The sunrise
gently illuminated my bed and the blue sky greeted my
eyes as I woke up and looked out the window. It was a
pretty day and I decided to get up and enjoy it. I
grabbed a thick, terry robe from the bathroom and
went downstairs for my requisite morning coffee. I
took a look at a panel and found the TV control and
turned it on.
In the living room I heard voices and walked out
there with my coffee and lazed about watching the
Today Show. There was news about the latest something
or other going in Crapistan or some other pisspot
country and I guess I sort of just zoned out and
found my thoughts returning to the dungeon.
The weather came on and I finished my mug of coffee
and just got up and went to the dungeon as if drawn
there. My curiosity was on fire and I have to admit
that I had an almost voyeuristic urge to find out
what went on in there. I touched the panel in the
room and the lights came on and then I also heard a
few whirrings and buzzings as some of the
workstations came to life. I recalled turning them on
the night before and I supposed that they must've
been on standby waiting for someone to come into the
room.
I walked around the room a bit and then found myself
at the vaulting horse. I touched it and felt a
mechanical buzz to it but, frustratingly, I still
couldn't fathom its purpose. For reasons that still
elude me, I dropped my robe and got on the horse and
expected it to be some sort of horsy ride, like what
used to be outside grocery stores when I was a kid.
I felt like Lady Godiva, naked astride her horse!
Well, except that nothing happened. I grabbed the
pommel and tried to make it do whatever it was
supposed to do and still nothing. Placing my feet
into the fleece-lined stirrups I still expected
nothing to happen.
Was I ever wrong.
The first thing that happened was the heavy door to
the room suddenly swinging shut and audibly locking.
I tried to pull my feet out of the stirrups and felt
them tighten around my feet, locking me naked astride
the horse. I was about to stand up in the saddle when
my feet were steadily pulled downward until my crotch
was aching with the pressure of being clamped to the
saddle. Then I discovered the purpose of the horse.
The stainless steel plate set into the saddle was
directly under my pussy at this point and the ridge
down the middle of it was pressed between my pussy
lips. And it gave me the vibro-massage of my life! I
was so damned embarrassed to be caught by this sex
machine and I tried to get off the damn thing with
every ounce of strength in me!
I strained to lift my feet or pull at the pommel and
I got nowhere. And then the vibrations began to
change frequency, going up and down for several
minutes until one frequency sent a chill through my
body. Amazingly, the machine stayed on that frequency
and I broke out in a sweat as I prayed it would
change...soon. The intensity of the vibration
increased and decreased with what was a seriously
unwanted arousal growing in my body.
For ten, maybe fifteen minutes it went on and on
until I finally surrendered myself to the longest and
most intense orgasm of my life to that point. It was
all I could do to just hang onto the pommel as wave
after wave of the purest pleasure swept over me. Time
seemed to just end as the machine knowingly pleased
me.
As I came to my senses I found myself soaked with
sweat and my certain other wetness soaked the now
inactive horse. The stirrups slowly loosened and I
pulled myself free. Swinging off the horse I had a
hard time standing up. I was still swooning from the
prolonged intensity of the sexual release I'd just
endured. I gathered the terry robe and staggered to
the door and tried to open it. It was clearly locked
and I remembered it being far too robust for me to
break it down.
The computer control came to mind and I turned to
look at it and maybe use it to unlock the door. All
of the familiar displays were gone and four new
displays were now in place. One was flashing the
message, "COMPLETED". It was labeled 'Pony'. Chair,
Prisoner, and Invader had a solid red message
displayed by each, "PENDING". I looked to the bottom
of the screen and found another message: "Enter
PASSWORD or complete workout program to unlock door".
Dread came over me as I realized I had turned on a
workout routine.
A good hour or so was wasted as I tried to guess the
password and open the door. Reason came along and I
realized the only way I was getting out of this room
in the next thirty days was to complete the workout
routine I'd inadvertently programmed last night. I
had no clue which one was Prisoner and I didn't
really want to discover what Invader did just yet so
I picked the obvious one, Chair.
I hung up my robe and sat on the side of the chair,
wondering if I really wanted to go through with this.
It was the only way out, I rationalized. I laid back
and as I rested my head on the neck rest the collar
predictably closed around my neck and secured
snuggly, but not so much that it choked me. My
wrists, ankles, and waist were likewise comfortably
secured. I waited for a moment as I heard gurglings
and whirrings and familiar buzzings going on not just
in the chair, but in the wall next to me.
The chair rose up and then lifted my locked form into
a vertical position as it simultaneously turned me to
face the wall. A panel opened in the wall and I
watched helplessly as a robotic arm unfolded itself
and brought its gun-like hand to my thigh.
It pushed into my flesh with a comfortable pressure
and then I screamed as it pushed a needle into my
skin. Very, very painfully, it injected me with
something and I was horrified wondering if it was
heroin or some other awful thing. The arm then folded
itself back up and retreated to its cabinet and
before it was gone my chair was back to its original
position. The spot on my thigh where the injection
had been made quickly dulled from a burning pain to
numbness.
I was crying in fear now as I felt the seat of the
chair fall away and then the leg rest portion
separated until my legs were spread at a ninety
degree angle. My bare ass was hanging in midair and I
was feeling not only violated, but disturbingly
vulnerable. The chair vibrated from the mechanical
actions going on underneath me, actions that began to
terrify me with their unseen plans. It's hard to
describe just how helpless and terrified I felt, all
alone in this room having to play a part in some
twisted computer program just to get out of this
room.
Something poked at my ass and pushed, slightly, in
different places until it found my asshole and then
it uncomfortably pressed into me, not much, just
enough to where I couldn't move my hips away or
fidget the thing out. I guess I'd expected the Chair
to be some version of the Pony with its vibrator and
I thought wrong. I felt a warm liquid squirt into my
ass and then the something withdrew from me as more
whirrings began. The warm liquid was dripping from me
and as I wriggled my ass around I felt the liquid to
be sort of viscous and slippery, like maybe some sort
of oil.
I could clearly hear gurglings as a tank or reservoir
of some sort was being filled and then once the
filling process was completed I heard the mechanical
sound of the chair moving some other dreadful thing
around underneath me. The purpose of the lubricant
that had been squirted in my ass was revealed when my
virgin ass was slowly and relentlessly penetrated
with something that seemed to get wider as it probed
deeper into my body.
I screamed myself hoarse with terror and pain as it
pushed deeper and deeper. I felt it pass my hips and
then it stopped. Whatever it was, it had speared me
like a fish and I was acutely aware of the pressure
of the thing inside me. I tried to get a little more
comfortable but the thing almost anticipated my moves
and it maintained a steady pressure and presence
inside me.
Gurglings began again underneath me and I heard
something start with a whine that indicated it was
building up pressure or momentum...like a jet winding
up before takeoff. The waist band around me loosened
and I gave a furtive effort at getting free before I
realized the probe in my ass was now holding me in
place. I wasn't going anywhere, but I wondered why
the waistband was suddenly, teasingly, loose.
My question was answered when a warmth began to
spread deep in my bowels. The machinery underneath me
was humming along and the probe began to vibrate
inside me with the onset of the warm sensation. It
was actually pleasant for a brief time and then I
felt a slight pang of pressure with the warmth now
spreading further into me.
I looked down at my belly and noticed that my trim
figure was pushing up a bit. I thought that maybe my
back was arched and I tried to relax it. No, it was
relaxed. I looked again and could swear my belly was
getting bigger. Disbelief was swept away as I
realized the Chair was filling me up with some sort
of warm liquid, but for what purpose?
This sure as hell wasn't as much fun as the Pony and
I had no damned idea what pleasure was supposed to
come from this horrible intrusion. There was nothing
I could do but sit there while the vile machine
mindlessly carried out its program on me. The
discomfort of the liquid began to build and it felt
like I had the worst constipation of my entire life.
I gave a push to try to expel some of the liquid and
the probe answered my effort with an immediate and
painful thrust into my ass. The whine of what I now
knew was a pump increased in intensity and my belly
swelled at an accelerated rate now. It was quite
uncomfortable especially no was I could feel the
nozzle inside me furiously filling me like a water
balloon.
My skin strained and I saw myself looking almost
pregnant from the bizarre torture. It was becoming a
chore to breathe as the pressure in my belly pushed
up on my diaphragm. I was sweating profusely.
I was beginning to wonder if this thing was going to
kill me when the probe withdrew from my ass with a
jerk. My modesty held for a moment and so did my ass.
I screamed as my poor, abused ass couldn't hold back
the flood inside me anymore and the entire contents
of my intestines blasted out my ass with a gush. The
splashing sound on the tile floor seemed to go on
forever. Briefly, my nose recoiled from the odor and
then the ventilation in the room kicked on. I heard a
sound of water being sprayed and felt the warmth on
my exposed ass cheeks and then heard the stream play
about on the tile. Clearly, it was cleaning up my
mess.
My belly was back to normal and I enjoyed a brief
respite of relaxation. The waistband tightened up
again to clue me in that this part of my ordeal
wasn't ended just yet. Fine. The warm, fresh air
relieved at least part of my suffering and my sweaty
body began to feel chilled. The warm water inside me
had raised my temperature and now I was cooling off.
I tensed when the sound of gurgling and the probe
moving about signaled the beginning of round two. The
discomfort of the probe entering my ass was much less
this time and it was a combination of my knowing what
was happening and my body still being accustomed to
the thing being inside of me. The whole process
repeated itself with the waistband loosening, my
belly being distended from the volume of warm water
inside of me, and then the automated cleanup process
following at the end of the treatment. Since I wasn't
quite so terrified this time it wasn't so bad.
Actually, it was kind of pleasant in a weird sort of
way to feel so clean inside.
The whirring underneath me indicated that a third
probing was going to take place and I readied myself
for the inevitable intrusion into my body.
Predictably, the probe slipped up into me except that
this time I heard a slightly different sound for the
pump mechanism. The waistband stayed secure this time
so I didn't expect another enema treatment and I
frankly expected something low-key this time. I felt
the squirting sensation inside me as I was being
filled again with another warm liquid and then it
stopped.
It wasn't a lot of liquid compared to the first two
treatments so it wasn't distressing at all. The probe
didn't withdraw this time and it remained inside me,
plugging the new liquid in my body. Five, maybe ten
minutes went by as I wondered what this was all about
and then I felt myself swept by a wave of euphoria.
My body completely relaxed and my senses became
highly acute.
Sounds, sight, the taste in my mouth, the feeling
inside me, all of it was suddenly amplified as if a
switch had been flipped inside me. It was like
wallowing in the afterglow of a great orgasm. The
feeling intensified and I soon felt the world
slipping away. I didn't care as consciousness fell
from me and a dark, pleasant warmth enveloped me.
Day Four
#@#@#
When I awoke I felt the best I'd ever felt in years!
I was so rested and so calm and now I was completely
awake. The Chair was still and all of the restraints
were open. My ass felt like it was back to normal and
there was no presence of the probe inside me. Once
the Chair had finished its program it had closed up
shop without any further ado and let me sleep off the
exertions.
I almost bounced up from the Chair and made my way to
the panel on the wall. The displays now showed
COMPLETED for Pony and Chair and they still displayed
PENDING for Prisoner and Invader. Something was wrong
with the display and I just couldn't grasp what it
was. You know the feeling you get from a deja vu?
That's how I felt. My disconnect from reality got
worse when I looked at the time display in the bottom
of the display. The last time I'd looked at the
display it had said "1:32PM THURSDAY" and now it said
"11:29AM FRIDAY".
I couldn't believe a whole day had gone by! No wonder
I'd felt so rested! Remarkably, I wasn't the least
bit hungry. I didn't even feel like I was missing my
morning coffee. I did go over to a small sink and
help myself to a cup of water, but then I felt great
again. A whole day went by? It couldn't have been a
half-hour since the euphoria had conquered me. Could
it?
It took me a while to contemplate the missing time
and then I moved on to thinking about getting out of
the room. I still had two workstations to visit to
complete the program before the solid door would be
opening for me and the sooner I got it done, the
better.
I had no clue which workstation was Prisoner and
which was Invader. I walked around the room to see
which workstations were in standby mode and I quickly
identified the two of them. Prisoner was the one with
all of the manacles, shackles, cables, and pulleys
set on a framework by the wall and Invader was the
one remaining. Prisoner would be first for me today.
*
In retrospect I find it odd that I was so unaware of
my nudity. I'm not normally an immodest person so
walking around for two days completely nude was
totally out of my character. Frankly, my ex-boyfriend
had never seen me nude. Come to think of it, maybe
that's part of why he's now an 'ex'. He once told me
that I was "easy on the eyes", and maybe I am.
I'm not a big ego queen, but at 173cm tall, 34C, and
80cm at the hips I'm not bad to look at. But I'd
never in my life allowed anyone to see me in all my
glory. Yet now here I had been nude for two days
straight and was so used to it that I didn't even
think about the terry robe that was now hanging by
the door.
*
As I walked over to Prisoner I felt more as if I was
going to work out at a regular gym than to face
another ordeal. Maybe this was just my way of coping
with what had to be done to open the door, maybe I
was getting used to the idea that had built the
dungeon in the first place. I stepped up to the
framework and could see that it was set up so I'd
have to secure my ankles and waist first, and then I
could put the manacles on either wrist after that.
I knelt down and put the first shackle on my left
ankle and as I drew the thing closed it snapped shut
on its own and locked. Like everything else in the
room, there was more than met the eye to Prisoner. My
right ankle met the same response from its shackle.
The waist restraint was tied to two pulleys on either
side of the framework by steel cables, the same steel
cables that attached to my ankles and wrists.
This wasn't self locking, but there was a red light
that switched to green once I'd put the restraint on
and pulled it secure. The cables on either side of
the waist restraint then pulled taut and held me in
place. The wrist manacles were last and they snapped
on the same as the ankle shackles, locking on their
own. Then I just stood there and waited. And waited.
And waited.
I began to get concerned that maybe I'd locked myself
into a broken machine and I'd be stuck here even if
the damned door opened. I tried to pull open one of
my wrist manacles when the cables attached to my
wrists suddenly snapped tight. My arms were damn near
yanked out of my shoulders the thing pulled so hard!
Then my ankles were pulled apart and out until I was
doing a very painful version of the splits. I grunted
with the pain, but managed not to scream somehow. My
body was now splayed into an "X" and I will say that
this wasn't really any fun.
The stainless steel door on the wall swung open and
there were six robotic arms folded into it. The first
one unfolded itself and without any hesitation it
poked its tip very painfully into my left armpit and
shocked me. Now I screamed. Loud.
Two of the arms unfolded and swung down to shock my
ankles while a fourth flew out and shocked my right
armpit. The four arms began to shock me in a random
series with each shock getting more painful than the
one before. This torture went on for maybe thirty
seconds, but it felt like hours. The shocks would
wrack my body and I felt muscles convulse and release
with the shocks and the pain was worse than any cramp
I'd ever felt in my life.
Then it stopped.
I hung there catching my breath while I swam about in
a sea of pain. The shocks, the cramps, and the
pulling at my arms and legs was brutally painful and
I was hoping that this was the end. It wasn't.
The two arms that had shocked my armpits rapidly
retracted and then unfolded again in the kind of
blurry motion that only a machine could achieve. Just
the sight of the arms flying around my naked flesh
was enough to make me scream and then the two arms
froze in place over my nipples. They just held there,
each of them maybe a millimetre away from touching
me.
I screamed with the certain knowledge of what was
coming and then caught the scream in my throat as raw
voltage coursed into my body through two of my most
sensitive and tender places. The shocks came in a
rapid-fire staccato of zips and zaps and I was
helpless to do anything to stop it, all I could do
was scream.
I screamed again when it stopped because I knew that
there was more coming. And Prisoner wasn't going to
disappoint me, either.
The four arms folded into the cabinet and then the
remaining two flew out to just inches from my face.
The effect was intense. The tip of the arm on the
right wasn't an electrode like the first four arms,
it was a rotary device with five centimetre-long
hypodermic needles loaded into it. A sixth hypodermic
needle was just out of my view. The second arm had a
device with tiny needles and small tubes connected to
them and God only knew what the hell they did. Just
having the two needle-encrusted arms inches from my
eyes was terrifying enough without wondering what was
next.
Both arms retracted and then the arm on the right
flipped about and stopped at the thigh opposite the
one that had been injected the night before. I
struggled with the little bit of play that was left
in the restraints and was rewarded with their pulling
me so tight that I felt and heard my limbs pull
slightly out of their joints. Excruciating is a mild
word as I found out. With relentless precision the
arm closed on my thigh and then pierced my skin and
injected me with the contents of the first
hypodermic. The injection burned like hell. The next
four injections burned like hell, too and then the
sixth and final injection was due. I was relieved to
think that the worst was over and there was just one
more to go.
The horror was unspeakable as I saw the arm swing up
from my thigh to just in front of the lower part of
my belly. The needle on the last hypodermic was
easily four times as long as the needles of the first
five. I looked down and tried to pull back, but that
was pointless. The machine held me prisoner and I was
going nowhere.
The arm raised, lowered, and moved a couple of times
as if deciding how to go about the task it was
programmed to complete. Then it locked into position
and the arm slid the needle inexorably towards my
skin. It poked me just enough to make me wince and
draw blood before it drove on into me, burying itself
to the hilt in my belly. Agony became a mild word as
the needle pierced skin and muscle and drove on into
where ever it was going inside of me.
The plunger on the hypodermic was pushed home by an
actuator on the arm and I felt more unspeakable pain
as the fluid was injected into some predetermined
place that was now the home of pain. The needle was
retracted once the job was done and then the arm
flipped back on itself and folded into the cabinet.
The sixth arm now began to hum and it swung and
flipped about until it had its needles aimed at my
groin, just below my bikini line. I was exhausted
from the pain of the injections and watched without
response as the arm brought the humming needle array
to my skin. The pain was at least bearable as the arm
poked at my skin and hummed along.
Slowly, it moved about in a small area, drawing blood
as it moved and then it retracted. The needle array
portion of the arm flipped around to reveal another
odd set of devices. They closed on the bleeding area
and sprayed something that numbed the relatively
minor pain and then rinsed the blood from the area
with a gentle antiseptic-smelling spray.
I so wanted this to be over. I missed my plain
apartment. I missed my job. I even missed my old car.
Even my roomie seemed so far away and friendly right
now.
In my brief reverie I'd failed to notice the arm
retract into the cabinet as the first four arms flew
out again to take new positions around my body.
The simultaneous shocks to the backs of my knees and
to my spine made my body seize up with painful
spasms. The staccato chatter of the electrodes
unloading into me sounded like a hailstorm on a tin
roof. No matter how fast the shocks came, I felt each
and every one of them as they caused muscles I didn't
know I had to seize up and strain at their ligaments.
I'm not sure when it occurred, but sometime not long
after that I passed into blissful unconsciousness.
*
I awoke crumpled on the floor at the foot of the
Prisoner and my wonderful state I'd felt in the
morning was replaced with the very real sensations of
having been tortured. I was so weak from the
exertions of my muscles that I could barely stand. I
took a moment to survey my body and see how well I
was doing. My nipples were inflamed and swollen from
the shocks and I had welts everywhere else the
electrodes had touched me.
My belly featured a tattoo of some odd-looking symbol
where the one arm had drawn blood. I couldn't make
myself care about the tattoo at the moment. With no
small effort I drew myself to my feet and made my way
to the display panel. I looked to see with some
relief that Prisoner now had a rewarding COMPLETED
next to it. Invader was still PENDING and I mulled
over putting it off for a while, just to recover you
see, and then decided to just get it over with.
From the looks of it, Invader was aptly named. It had
a comfortable chair with an arrangement of restraints
similar to Chair except that my legs were to rest in
a stirrup-type setup where each leg laid in a sort of
padded trough. A cover was set to come down over each
trough and hold my legs in place, spread out as if
for a gynecological exam.
Weary from the tortures of the day I readily resigned
myself to whatever was to come and laid back into the
chair. I had to relax and catch my breath for a while
but then I placed my legs into the appropriate
stirrups and wasn't surprised at all when the covers
came down over my legs and locked in place. The waist
restraint came next and then I set my wrists into the
self-locking manacles. Finally, I put my head back
and let the collar lock about my neck.
Buzzings and whirrings and whines immediately began
underneath me and I had a clear view of another
robotic arm as it rose from a recess in the floor
beneath Invader. It had a small device on it that
looked rather like a 10cm long, black plastic tampon
applicator with a small hole in the tip of it. In my
weekend state I'd just assumed that Invader was going
to do something with my ass just like Chair had done.
The angle and position of the tampon thing as it
closed on me told me that it wasn't heading for my
ass. It gently eased up to my crotch and moved out of
my sight. I was exhausted and just closed my eyes
instead of thrilling to another terrifying invasion
of my body by a machine.
I felt a spray of warmth and knew it had to be some
sort of lubricant. The tampon thing then gently nosed
around my lubed pussy lips until it found my opening.
It was surprisingly gentle as it predictably began to
penetrate me. I could sense and feel it filling my
pussy with the warm lubricant as it went deeper.
After the tortures of the Prisoner the Invader was
turning out to be an almost pleasant experience.
The tampon thing kissed up to my cervix and politely
stopped its advance. It didn't stop pumping lubricant
into me, though, and I found the sensation of the
warm fluid pumping into my body to be a little
arousing. My ex-boyfriend had come in me without a
condom on a few rare occasions and it had felt nice,
but the fluid being slowly pumped into me by the
machine was a little warmer than come and it made for
a much more stimulating experience.
The lubricant eventually overflowed and ran down my
ass before dripping quite audibly onto the tiled
floor beneath me. At that point the tampon thing
pulled out of my pussy and I opened my eyes just as
the robotic arm descended back into the floor. I
closed my eyes again and wondered if that was all
when I heard a whine and opened my eyes to see
another arm poised menacingly between my legs. It was
equipped with a very lifelike phallus of an obscene
20cm in length and easily 6cm in girth.
I found myself recoiling as it approached me and its
head pushed its way between my readied pussy lips.
The thought of that thing being plunged all the way
into me was bringing up a familiar terror in my heart
and I felt a scream building up the pressure to
escape my lips. Truly, I was expecting that thing to
be driven into me like a nail.
I caught myself with surprise as the head of the
phallus began to vibrate with the very same frequency
that had brought me to exquisite levels of ecstasy on
the Pony. I couldn't help myself as my body responded
to the amazing feeling being drummed up between my
legs. An involuntary flush swept over me as the
vibration quickly built and began to vary in
intensity.
Part of me still feared what was happening and part
of me was wanting to grab that wonderful thing and
stab it into my body. I closed my eyes as the warm
glow of an impending orgasm began to build and I
scooted my hips down the chair as much as I could to
embrace the source of my pleasure.
Like an avalanche the joy of my release swept over me
and carried me, tumbling and falling, over the
precipice of a canyon of deep, enduring sexual
energy. It didn't stop, either. Wave after wave of
joy built and crested only to be followed by another
wave more powerful than the first. In the midst of my
ongoing orgasm I opened my sexually fogged eyes and
saw the phallus had pushed itself into me until I was
completely involved with the vibrating miracle. Three
more orgasms swept over me and then I saw the phallus
begin to withdraw. I cried as the unbelievable length
of it pulled from my body and my unending pleasure
ended.
It held itself just a tantalizing centimetre from my
straining pussy. Its delicious vibrating hadn't
stopped and it was as if the thing was deliberately
teasing me. I strained as hard as I could to touch my
pussy to the pleasing tool and screamed with
frustration. As if on cue, I heard the vibration in
the phallus increase in power and watched in
amazement and relief as it plunged its entire
impossible length back into me.
It drove in and out of me with the speed and strength
of a lover demanding to release himself in his woman.
My ex-boyfriend could never compete with the fucking
I was getting from this wonderful thing. The
vibrating cock smacked itself deep into my sopping
pussy and then yanked out only to plunge deep into me
again and again.
My heart was beating so hard that I could hear it in
my ears, even over the sounds of the pounding machine
fucking between my legs and the wet, smacking sounds
of my pussy eagerly receiving it.
God, oh good God, it didn't stop! I didn't want it to
stop. I wanted the whole fucking robot in my pussy I
was so fucking horny! I didn't even care after an eon
of pleasure that my pussy was getting dry from the
non-stop fuckfest. I was so disappointed when the
cock pulled from my spasming pussy and retracted to
the floor. In a flash it was replaced by the tampon
thingy and the tampon thing plunged into me,
squirting a load of lubricant deep into my fucked out
pussy. Just the thought of why it had lubed me up
made me come again.
The tampon thing pulled out and fell to the floor and
I was back in heaven as the cock rose up and slammed
deep into me in one strong, vibrating thrust. This
time it was fucking me so hard it was knocking the
breath out of me and I was beginning to feel the
onset of pain in my womb and my pussy from the
relentless pounding. Finally, it thrust deep into me
and held itself there as the vibration earthquaked me
to another huge orgasm. The world went black as I
passed out from the sheer, powerful pleasure.
When I came to I found myself still secured in the
Invader but the wonderful cock that had fucked me
senseless was gone. I mustn't have been out for long
as the smell of my rampant arousal still perfumed the
air about the chair. I knew that something else was
coming and that the fucking I'd received probably had
an ulterior purpose, more than just one of just
pleasing me sexually. It wasn't long before another
robotic arm rose up from the floor and presented
itself between my legs. It had what looked like a
short antenna whip on it, complete with a little 6mm
stainless steel ball at the end of it. I wasn't
surprised when the antenna flipped over and aimed its
little ball at my pussy.
'No problem', I thought, 'after the fucking I've just
had I'm loose enough for a fire hydrant, let alone
that pissy little thing.'
I watched as the antenna approached me and then the
tip with its little ball disappeared from my sight as
it closed on my pussy. It easily slipped inside me
and I felt it slowly travel up my pussy until it
poked at my cervix. The robot arm moved the antenna
around inside of me and I'll admit that this was kind
of uncomfortable, especially with the ball on the tip
of the antenna poking me at the tight little entrance
to my untried womb.
I felt and sensed the ball poke me in a certain
peculiar way and then I immediately strained to get
away from it as it pushed into me much harder than
before. I screamed with pain as the tiny little ball
suddenly felt like a boulder as it was forced past my
cervix and deep into a place in my body where no such
thing should ever go. I looked at the robot arm as it
fed an impossible amount of the antenna horribly deep
into my pussy. There must've been 25cm of the thing
inside me and the pain and pressure I felt from
its...invasion...was awful.
I felt a tapping sensation deep in my belly and saw
the robot arm jerk with each tap. That was followed
by more pain as the robot pulled away from my pussy
and painfully drew the antenna back through my
cervix. I braced for the extra pain of the stainless
steel ball as it opened my cervix again and it never
came. The robot retreated fully from me at that point
and withdrew the antenna along with it. As the robot
prepared to go back to its space beneath the floor it
held the antenna up to the ceiling and I was able to
view the length that had been so deeply buried into
my body.
The narrow rod of steel looked like a rapier as it
pointed up at the ceiling. A little blood marked its
passage into my cervix here and there along its
length. My eyes followed the taper from the base to
the blunt tip and I was dumbfounded for a split
second until I realized the little ball was gone! It
wasn't just gone, it was inside me!
That Goddamn Waldo! His machine had stuck something
in me and I had no idea what the hell it was. I knew
I'd have to get to a hospital to get this thing out.
Even though I was scared of what had happened, a
rational side of my mind told me that the little
stainless steel ball was practically harmless, even
located where it was in my womb.
The restraints on Invader opened up and I swung my
legs out of the leg rests and got up. I felt modest
again and I went to the door and got the robe and put
it on, covering myself for the first time in two
days. Trying the door I was pissed that after all I'd
been through the damn thing was still locked. I
padded over to the control panel to see what the hell
it wanted now.
The panel showed COMPLETED for all of the
workstations now but there was one little window on
the lower left that had a message in it.
"Perimeter Guardian installed. Do you want to run
TEST? Y N"
I had a bad feeling about this.
And curiosity killed the cat.
I touched 'Y'. I just had to.
I felt a buzz inside me and then my pussy went
dripping wet. I grabbed on to a workstation right as
I felt my special vibration frequency deep inside me
and swooned as a huge orgasm crashed over me. I was
just getting my senses about me when I felt a
sensation of cramping pain build into a crippling
crescendo that knocked me to the floor. It ended as
fast as it had begun and then I struggled to my feet
to look at the panel.
"Perimeter Guardian successfully installed."
I had an "Oh, shit!" moment as I realized I'd been a
dumb-ass and activated the damn thing inside my womb.
The door unlocked and opened and I took another look
at the dungeon and the workstations before I walked
out to freshen up, get dressed, get some dinner, and
maybe get the hell out of here. Then I took one more
morbid glance at the panel display and saw a new
message in the lower left window:
"Program Pavlov32.exe installed and running"
Whatever the fuck it was, Pavlov32 was going to have
to wait for me to have dinner and a shower before I
played around to find out what it did.
Day Five
^*^*^*^
Dinner and a shower had led to sleep and a snore. I
woke up with the dawn and felt not at all bad for
having been through Heaven and Hell all the day
before. I'd just been too damn tired and hungry to
want to go to a hospital to get the little ball
pulled out of my belly. I'd figured on getting that
taken care of today and then going to the police
about the dungeon. I got up and drew on the robe and
searched around for a clean pair of panties and then
got them on, too. The bra could wait.
I went to the bathroom and then brushed my teeth
before heading to the kitchen to get some coffee
going. The fog had come in overnight but there were
still a few surfers out riding what little wave
action was to be found and I watched them as I waited
for the coffee to brew up. It took forever for the
pot to fill up and then I eagerly filled a mug with
the coffee and a shot of cream.
I took my coffee with me to the library and got the
desk terminal to come on for the house computer. I
went to browse through the files for the Perimeter
Guardian and came up with a password prompt. I typed
in "Waldo" and hit 'enter'. The sudden pain in my
belly was awful, quick, and over as fast as it had
started. If I hadn't been before, I was certain now
that the ball would have to go.
The password prompt was still there and I typed in
"Pavlov" this time to see what would happen. I hit
'enter' and then I hit the floor, blinded with a gut-
wrenching pain. I struggled to my feet again to look
at the screen. A new message was displayed.
"Pavlov32 is active. Obey programmed instructions or
enter valid password to access and disable Pavlov32.
Negative stimulation will be applied for attempts to
violate system security."
The computer was running the ball inside me? How? It
was just a little ball. And how could the damn thing
do all of this shit? I browsed to the index and found
"About Pavlov32" and entered the file. I breathed a
sigh of relief when it wasn't password protected. I
read for at least an hour about all of the crap
involved and finally figured the whole thing out.
Pavlov32 is a behavior modification protocol designed
to work in conjunction with a nano-computer encased
in a frequency reactive platinum (not stainless steel
like I'd thought) casing. The nano-computer uses the
platinum casing as an electrode to receive and then
transmit mild to severe pain impulses along sensitive
nerve paths. The best placement for the device is
near the spine and in proximity to sexual organs. In
the female it is intended to be placed in the uterine
lining via the vagina and cervix.
From there it could provide five degrees of negative
(pain) stimulation ranging from discomfort to agony,
and five degrees of positive (sexual) stimulation
ranging from mild arousal to an uncontrolled lust
with attendant orgasms of varying intensities. All of
the physical reaction information the computer needed
on a subject was compiled from the workstations. When
a subject, me in this case, was secured the system
monitored the subject as series of pain and pleasure
inputs were made, thus the system knew precisely what
buttons to push to make me scream or moan.
Ultrasonic sound waves are used to supply the ball
with energy and the whole house must've been wired
with the sound emitters. I say 'emitters' as I never
saw any speakers around the house. The only way for
me to escape the influence of the ball was to simply
get away from the house. I left the computer and
headed upstairs to get dressed. It felt nice to be
clothed again and I grabbed my stuff and made for the
door. I reached for the door handle, touched it, and
BLAM! The damn thing felt like it was stabbing me. I
tried again and the pain knocked me to the floor.
Stupid me, I just HAD to try getting out the door one
more time and I howled in agony as my hand touched
the door again. This wasn't going to work, now was
it?
I left my stuff at the door figuring that if I shut
off the computer then I'd be able to leave this
damned place. I went back to the library and found
the following message:
"Perimeter Guardian activated. Behavior modification
will commence in 193 seconds unless PASSWORD is
entered."
What the hell. I typed in 'PASSWORD' and hit enter.
The pain was to be expected and I nearly blacked out
from it. A new message was flashing on the screen:
"Behavior modification protocol commences in 180
seconds. Subject must disrobe and mount INVADER."
Fuck this, I thought, I'm getting out of here. I ran
to the windows and hit the panel to open them and saw
the display:
"Behavior modification protocol commences in 162
seconds. Subject must disrobe and mount INVADER."
I ran upstairs to see if I could escape through an
attic and found no attic access in the whole
upstairs. Running back to my bedroom I saw the
display:
"Behavior modification protocol commences in 41
seconds. Subject must disrobe and mount INVADER."
The place was a fortress, I remembered. Hadn't Waldo
shown me how there was no way into this house? There
was no way out, either. I sat down by the bed and for
the first time in my ordeal I cried. I can't say if
it was tears of powerlessness or tears of
frustration, but all I could do was hug myself and
cry.
Sitting there lost in my grief I wasn't surprised at
all when the time elapsed and a slight cramping
sensation began to build in my belly. A sharp pain
went through me and I screamed at the walls. Then it
went back to the increasing cramping sensation.
There was no way out. The cramping made it difficult,
but I got to my feet and walked downstairs to the
dungeon. The last few steps to the dungeon were so
painful I almost don't remember walking and holding
myself up along the wall. The pain let up to a severe
discomfort when I entered the dungeon, as if the
program was cutting me a little slack for trying. I
had to look at the display to see if there was any
hope.
"Subject must disrobe and mount INVADER."
As if to remind me to get moving a sharp pain went
through me. I kicked off my sneakers and undid my
jeans, pushing the jeans over my hips and then down
past my knees. As I stepped out of each leg of the
jeans I peeled off my white cotton socks with them.
Then my t-shirt came off right after another sharp
pain reminded me to hurry.
Another pain zapped me and I unclipped my bra and let
it slip to the pile of my clothes on the tiles. I
hesitated as the last thing to come off was my cotton
panties, modest white briefs of course. My mind raced
through all the possibilities and then a jackhammer
of pain blasted through me, crumpling me to the floor
unconscious.
I came to with the ongoing presence of pain and found
that I'd luckily collapsed onto my clothes, probably
saving me from some serious bruising and maybe even
some lost teeth. A zap of pain encouraged me to stop
taking inventory of my condition and I got to my
feet. Slipping my panties off, I sat back on Invader
and was immediately met with the relief of the pain
completely ending.
I sat there and caught my breath for a few minutes
and then felt a tang of a cramp as the program became
impatient. Sitting back in the workstation my pain
ended and as I placed my legs in the stirrups a
pleasant glow swept over me and I allowed myself to
relax. The manacles, collar, and waist restraint
moved into place and I didn't care. The pain was
over.
After the constant and sometimes hideous pain the
pleasant glow was a comforting and welcomed relief
and I had no problem surrendering myself to whatever
Invader had planned for me. It was wonderful to just
lay back in the chair and I realized that having my
legs bent and spread by the padded restraints was
actually quite comfortable.
I heard the cabinet in the floor open up and looked
down to see the black tampon thing swing up. The warm
lubricant was sprayed on my pussy and then it moved
up and slipped precisely into me. I noticed the
lubricant being a little warmer than last time and I
found myself simply enjoying the sensation as it
slipped all the way into me, filling me up as it
went. I was just a little disappointed when it
withdrew and then was replaced by the robotic arm
with the phallus on it.
I heard it start vibrating as it hovered just within
touch of my body. I knew that this would be another
incredible experience and I was ashamed to feel
myself flush with arousal in anticipation of being
penetrated by what was really just a fancy dildo. I'd
never felt this way about my ex. I'd never felt this
way in my life, come to think of it, and here I was
excited about being impaled by a senseless machine.
My arousal rose into a frustrating need. I watched
the phallus and imagined it moving into me and each
time I thought it was moving it just stayed still,
the vibration audibly teasing me. The manacle on my
right wrist came undone and I tentatively removed my
wrist from it, expecting pain. Nothing happened and I
reached down and found myself touching my body (down
there!) in a way I'd never done in my entire life.
That was when the pain hit.
I yanked my hand back and placed it in the manacle,
expecting it to close, but nothing happened. I was
fearful that I was just going to be senselessly
tortured when I heard a noise above my head and an
arm with a touch panel on it came down and faced me.
It was displaying a tic-tac-toe game and the message:
"Complete the following task."
A circle appeared in the upper left portion of the
game field. The computer was playing games with me?
Okay, I thought, this is easy. I reached up and
touched the center of the game field and an "X"
appeared. Shortly thereafter, I won the game and felt
the familiar glow of arousal slip over me. The glow
faded and then a new game field appeared. Again, I
won and, again, I was rewarded with pleasure.
The tic-tac-toe field was replaced with a game of
checkers and over the course of maybe two hours I
played several games with the computer, winning some
of them, while the computer won most of them. With
each game I lost I'd receive a slight discomfort, but
with each game I won the glow would rise up in me. It
was pretty clear to me that it was more pleasant to
win than to lose.
After I won the last game of checkers the glow of
pleasure amped up to almost make me come. I was
catching my breath with the oncoming joy and then it
suddenly ended...kind of reminding me of sex with my
ex!
When I looked at the screen the game field had been
replaced with a question:
"A young, attractive man tells you that he is your
Master. He instructs you to disrobe and assume a
certain position so that he may mate with you. Do you
comply? Select your answer."
There were two circles, one with the word YES in it
and one with NO in it.
I selected NO.
The zap of pain was pretty impressive and I screamed.
Even though the pain only lasted a second or so, it
was agonizing.
A new question was displayed:
"An older, unattractive man tells you that he is your
Master. He instructs you to disrobe and assume a
certain position so that he may mate with you. Do you
comply? Select your answer."
I knew it wanted me to agree and I just couldn't. I
wasn't going to be anybody's whore, even if it was
just a meaningless question from a computer. I
touched the circle with NO in it.
I broke out in a sweat and felt every muscle in my
body seize up with the intense, electrifying agony.
My lungs seized up and I couldn't breathe or even
scream. I began to suffocate and I wondered if I was
going to die. Just as I was about to black out, the
pain and the seizures ended and I shrieked with
relief and panted to get air into my starving lungs.
My body was slick with sweat and I felt it pooling on
the chair under my back.
Looking at the screen, I saw another question:
"An older, unattractive man tells you that he is your
Master. He instructs you to disrobe, assume a certain
position so that he may mate with you, and then he
informs you he intends to make you pregnant. Do you
comply? Select your answer."
Pride and self-esteem demanded that I select NO. Fear
and self-preservation dictated I answer YES. My
finger hovered over the NO until it began to shake.
The thought of being tortured again if I gave the
wrong answer was more than enough to finally make me
hit the YES with enough force to make the arm holding
the panel swing away from me.
Nonplussed, the arm simply returned to its previous
position. I guess a part of me was still expecting to
be zapped with pain even though I'd gone along with
the answer the computer seemed to want from me. I
felt my pussy lips part and looked down to see the
phallus slipping into me.
The wonderful vibration wasn't on this time and I
guess I felt a little disappointed by that. The
phallus settled into a very gentle yet steady rhythm
of mindlessly thrusting in and out of my body. Even
without the vibration it wasn't too bad. Instead of a
raging orgasmic experience, it was just like a
gentle, early morning fuck. No, it wasn't bad at all.
A flashing on the screen in front of me directed my
glance away from the gently fucking phallus between
my legs.
"Your Master is making love to you. He asks you if
you like having him make love to you. Select your
answer."
Why fight it? I chose YES.
The phallus gave me a deep, hard thrust, and then
returned to its rhythm. It was a little uncomfortable
as it went so deep into me, but it was somehow
arousing as it responded to my approving answer.
A new question came up:
"Your Master asks your permission to fuck you until
he comes in you. You are ovulating and know you might
become pregnant if you agree. Do you agree? Select
your answer."
The gentle fucking of the phallus in my pussy had
quickly become hypnotic. I really didn't care right
then about hypothetical questions about what I might
or might not do. I did know I didn't want any more
pain and I also knew that I was seriously enjoying
the wonderful fuck I was experiencing.
I selected YES.
The rhythm of the phallus began to gently pick up
speed and it also began to drive deeper with each
thrust. I could swear I felt it swell inside
me...just like the real thing. In the middle of all
of this another question came up:
"Your Master is fucking you. You are completely
unprotected and pregnancy is a certainty if he comes
in you. Your body will swell with his baby and he
will make you return to Invader to give birth. Your
Master tells you that he will stop if you ask him to.
There will be no penalty if you refuse him. He will
let you walk free from this house. He asks you if you
will let him come in your womb, let him inseminate
you with his seed, filling you with his baby and
making you his slave for the rest of your life. If
you agree you will never leave this house without his
permission. Do you agree to be his slave for the rest
of your life? Select your answer."
I wasn't really thinking too clearly just then. A
glow was building in my belly and I knew I'd be
feeling fabulous if I let this thing finish its job.
I briefly considered the expected negative of a shock
of pain if I disagreed with the question and knew I
didn't need anymore pain today. And what the hell, it
was just a stupid computer question, right?
I selected YES.
The phallus began a series of lingering, deep thrusts
into my pussy. With each thrust the phallus would
writhe and twist, straining itself at my pussy as it
tried to get deeper. At the same time I felt it begin
to buzz and vibrate with my special frequency. It was
sheer, absolute Heaven!
This thing wasn't just fucking my pussy, it was
fucking my soul! It couldn't have gotten any better
when I felt the glow inside me rise up like a tidal
wave of pleasure, building and building me up to
higher and higher levels of sexual pleasure. The ball
inside me was unleashing the full promise of pleasure
in my body and I was ready and primed for anything it
wanted to do to me.
Just like an impassioned lover, the phallus changed
from fucking me with deep thrusts to a hard, rapid
pumping of my pussy. I heard the obscene sound of it
slipping in and out of my pussy, the wet smacking
sound echoing in the dungeon. I scooted down to get
it deeper into me. It responded and fucked me faster
and harder. This time I knew it wasn't just my
imagination as I felt it swell inside me. And that
did it for me.
The Gates of Heaven opened up and I was ushered
inside by angels as the most concerted pleasure
crashed over me. My pussy contracted with waves of
pleasure, sucking the thrusting phallus deep into my
welcoming womb.
The ball inside me evoked and even deeper and more
pervasive pleasure as my body now demanded to be
filled. The thrusting cock... it was my lover now and
no longer a machine... it hammered me deep and hard
and even painfully as it crashed itself into the door
of my womb. And then it got even better!
In the midst of the absolute most intense joy I'd
ever felt the cock held itself deep inside me,
impaling me on its length. I felt it swell more than
before and then it began to ripple in waves. I felt a
hot, liquid presence in my pussy and knew, just knew
the cock was coming in me! The hot, spurting liquid
seemed to fill me with an awesome, blinding pleasure.
My every sense intensified and I swear I could see in
my minds' eye the wonderful tip of the cock spurting
its cream into my ready, willing womb. The feeling of
the hot come spurting into me didn't stop for an
eternity and my wild, intense orgasm continued on in
waves of heat and light even after the cock stopped
thrusting and spurting into me.
The cock finally pulled from my body and I was
acutely aware of feeling thoroughly and completely
feminine. My breasts felt wonderful. My belly was
satisfied with the lingering warmth of both the
spurting come and my sexual supernova. The restraints
were already opened but I was in no hurry to get up
and leave. I felt myself smile with a stupid,
satisfied grin as I lay there, my legs splayed open
and my pussy dripping with... what?
I reached down to my soaking pussy and ran my hand
over it, gathering my lust and the product of the
cock into it. I lifted it to my eyes and then I
sniffed at it. The somehow pleasing odour of my own
musky scent was present and then I caught the perfume
of the slick fluid that had been sexily and hotly
pumped into me, I wasn't sure what it was.
The scent was kind of flowery, but there was also a
medicinal quality to it as well. A little part of my
glow faded when I couldn't figure out what had been
spurted into my body, yet I still was in more joy
from the afterglow of my fucking than I'd ever been
from any male-induced orgasm.
The computer screen displayed a new question:
"Did you like it? Do you like being a slave?"
I was free to go.
I didn't have to answer.
Yet I did.
I reached up and touched YES.
I'd never been happier in all of my life. Laying
there in the afterglow I contemplated having
experienced Heaven and I abandoned myself to a warm,
restful sleep.
Day Six
$@$@$
When I woke up the display was hovering over my face
and I was still comfortably ensconced on Invader. I
took a look at the display to see what I was supposed
to do next and it had a simple instruction:
"Have a pleasant morning. Instruction will commence
promptly at 1pm, please return to Invader at that
time. Time is now 7:57am. Please acknowledge this
instruction by selecting YES."
I did so and the screen promptly retreated into the
ceiling. As I was getting to my feet I reached for
the pile of clothes I'd left strewn about the tile
floor the night before. I thought about getting
dressed and decided to just head up and get a shower.
I smelled like sex and my thighs were still oiled up
from my workout. I stopped in the kitchen to start my
coffee and then it was upstairs for a welcomed
shower.
The hot water cleaned up my body and it seemed to
clear the fog from my mind, too. I found myself
wondering what the hell I'd consented to with the
computer. The feelings I'd had...and then I realized
I'd stood in the stream of water for several minutes
without a thought and without moving.
I'd been lost in what I can only describe as a
flashback to the night before. I was living it over
again. The feeling of the hot liquid squirting into
me like a lovers' come had me aroused and I was
mindlessly caressing myself just thinking about it.
I caught myself and shut off the water. Taking a
plush towel I dried off my hair and then worked my
way down, drying between my toes when I reached them.
Again, the question of dressing came up. I thought
about my clothes and remembered struggling to escape
them the day before. The terry robe would be
sufficient for now.
The coffee was a Swedish blend and it was a little
more acidic than I preferred. An extra dollop of
cream compensated and it accompanied a trio of
freshly scrambled eggs along with a nice ham steak. I
grabbed a danish from the freezer and thawed it in
the microwave. Taking my breakfast out to the living
room I looked out on another foggy morning replete
with dedicated surfers out there just past the break.
I flicked on the TV and ate while Katie and Brian
filled me in on Iraq and North Korea.
I watched the local morning show at 9am and then an
old episode of Bonanza after that. The whole time I
was watching TV I was thinking about what was going
to happen at 1pm. Little Joe and Hoss were doing
something with some blind girl when I gave up trying
to pay attention and I just shut the idiot box off.
I got some cold coffee and warmed it up in the
microwave before dosing it with the necessary amount
of cream. The warm mug itself was comforting to me as
I walked into the dungeon to look at Invader. It sat
there so lifeless. I went up and touched it, almost
expecting it to do something on its own. It just sat
there.
Looking about, I saw the doors to the cabinets in the
floor and ceiling were closed and secured. The odd
thought that the robot arms were vulnerable and
fragile crossed my mind. Why else would they have to
be hidden away when I was free to move around?
The room was somehow unsettling without the noises of
the arms moving about and doing their business.
Losing myself in contemplation, I drifted back to
wondering what was in store for me later in the day
and when I caught myself I found I was getting turned
on. I don't know why, but the helplessness I felt
when secured into the workstations while they did
anything they wanted to me was a bizarre turn-on for
me.
I'd never in my life ever thought of the kinds of
things I'd experienced in this house since I'd
arrived. My possible futures had never included
torture and unimagined sexual pleasure. Now I
anticipated it with both dread and with the feeling
of something wonderful about to happen. I couldn't
wait for 1pm and find out what Invader would do to
me. What the hell was I thinking? This was wrong! >>
I << didn't think like this!
I purposefully strode from the room and walked
quickly to the front door. My hand hovered over the
door knob. I knew what would happen if I touched it.
Placing my mug of coffee on the little table by the
door I braced myself to touch the shiny brass knob. I
was going to touch it and this house be damned! Yeah,
that'd show Waldo! I'll touch the doorknob!
Standing there in my bare feet and just the terry
robe I suddenly felt ridiculous. I knew that if I
touched the doorknob I'd just end up on the floor,
writhing in pain. It would be stupid to touch the
doorknob. Stupid.
I picked up my coffee, slugged it down, and went back
to the TV, selecting one of the movie channels. It
was some strange sci-fi flick about monsters in the
dark and the stupid people who feed them. I just
couldn't get into it as I now focused on wondering
why my resolve to open the door had so suddenly
dissolved. That was right...I was going to leave,
wasn't I? Yeah... fuck Waldo... that was my
feeling... wasn't it? Maybe I just needed a nap and
then I'd feel better.
I woke up with the discomfort in my belly pinging
away and I looked to see the noon news ending...shit!
It was 1pm! I pulled my robe about me and jumped up
and ran, I mean RAN, to the dungeon! I'd made it just
in time and the pain ceased the second I crossed the
threshold of the room. I laughed at the thought of
'checking my messages' as I looked at the display on
the wall:
"Please disrobe and mount Invader promptly."
Well, it was learning manners. How quaint. The robe
fell at my feet and I climbed onto Invader and
allowed the restraints to secure themselves. I have
to admit that I was a little wet thinking about what
pleasures might be in store for me.
The ceiling opened up and the display swung down in
front of my face. My right hand was freed and then I
had a question to answer:
"Your Master asks you to suck his cock until he comes
in your mouth. Then he instructs you to swallow it.
Do you comply?"
Something about sucking cock just grates on me and I
touched NO.
Big mistake.
The pain was of the 100% maximum knock-me-out kind
and I'd really wished I hadn't said NO. My belly
cramped up, my legs and arms cramped, I couldn't
breathe, an instant migraine set in... all cause I
don't like the idea of sucking cock.
Relief finally arrived and I had a few minutes to
recover before the same question came up again.
Defiant, I chose NO again.
Really big mistake.
I blacked out from the pain this time and when I woke
up another question was waiting:
"Your Master wants anal sex with you. Do you comply?"
Damn it to hell!
I chose NO.
The panel retreated to the ceiling and then another
robot arm swung down and pointed a hypodermic needle
at my thigh. There wasn't one fucking thing I could
do to stop it as it plunged into my flesh and
delivered a dose of burning pain into my leg. Just as
quickly as it had arrived the arm went back into the
ceiling, leaving me alone.
A few minutes went by and I was just stuck there,
trussed up and waiting for what was next. It had to
be some awful torture in reward for my
defiance...right?
My leg stopped burning pretty quickly and then I
noticed I was feeling pretty good...just like the
other morning... which was when, exactly? The lights
in the room shut off and blackness ruled my
universe... except for some pretty colours...in my
head? I felt my little ball deep inside me start to
vibrate and the glow of arousal quickly rose up in
me. I went to touch myself and a nubbin of pain made
me place my right arm back in the restraint. It was
somehow comforting when the restraint gently closed
on it.
I knew I'd been drugged and I fought against the
darkness that came over me, a darkness that was egged
on by the warm feelings in my belly. I was just on
the verge of oblivion when I heard the voices
whispering in the air...
"....obey...."
"....choose pleasure...."
"....obedience is pleasure...."
"....inside is pleasure...."
"....outside is pain, pain, and only pain...."
And then I was gone.
Day Seven
&*&*&*&*&
I awoke to warmth.
The lights were on, although they were pleasantly
dim, and as my groggy eyes took in the room I could
see I was still on Invader and the door was closed. I
moved a little and sensed a certain fullness. Looking
down I saw that the robotic cock was snuggled into
me. I bucked my hips a little and it answered with a
gentle thrust and then rested again. I bucked at it
again, a little more vigorously, and it humped at me
a few times and then stopped again.
The next time I bucked at it I kept on, thrusting my
hips at the cock to keep it going. It wasn't long
before we had ourselves a nice rhythm going and I was
getting myself juiced up with excitement and
anticipation. The cock slipped in and out of me with
so much ease...I'd never been this relaxed during
sex! There was so much freedom as I abandoned myself
to fucking. No shame, no concerns, no jobs, just my
pussy being properly fucked.
The fucking went on and a distant memory of making
love with my ex-boyfriend one early morning came
along and suddenly became real to me. I looked and
saw him standing between my legs, lost in his
passion, fucking himself into me with gentle passion.
The sunlight looked wonderful in his hair as he threw
back his head and began to ram me, deep into me. I
didn't think his cock was so long as it felt right
now, butting into my tender cervix. I thrust my hips
at him, encouraging his lust...
"Oh, yeah, baby... yeah... that's right... ummmm...
unnnghhh..." He drove into me and held himself there,
his wonderful cock spewing into me... filling me...
The sunlight in his hair became a technicolour
rainbow as pleasure washed over me from inside,
outside, and all over the universe. The warm liquid
gushed into me and pleased me with its fulfilling
promise. My body wanted more... wanted so much
more...whatever I had to do I'd do... it was so clear
now.
The light grew brighter and I swear I saw the clouds
sweep away from the sun.
The dungeon returned to me. The wonderful feeling...
wanting... stayed with me as the dream faded.
My mind told me that it had all been a dream... or a
hallucination. Somehow, it didn't matter.
The voices were in the room again as the fog of sleep
took me over and led me into wonderful oblivion
again.
Day Eight
$%$$%$%$%
Hungry. That was my first thought. I slipped from
Invader and went right to the kitchen to get
something to eat. I pulled a thick steak from the
freezer and popped it in the microwave to defrost as
I peeled a couple of potatoes and sliced them into a
frying pan. I ate a piece of the potato raw. The
moisture in my mouth told me how dry I was. A quart
of apple juice disappeared in one, long draw, the
cool refreshment in my stomach just feeling
wonderful!
The sun was out and it was clearly morning. Of what
day? Who cares! It was beautiful out there! I took my
breakfast to the window and touched the door to open
it and then went out into the fresh air. Setting my
plate on the patio table I gave a good look at the
view and then launched right into my New York steak.
It was the best steak I'd ever had! And the potatoes
were awesome!
A couple of the surfers out on the break waved at me
and I paused from eating to wave back. What nice boys
they were!
My breakfast was gone all too soon and it was time to
go in. I collected my plate and the utensils and
virtually floated into the kitchen. Isn't it great to
have such a nice kitchen? And it's so rewarding to
have such pretty dishes and shiny pans to clean!
The pan and the plate had to go back where they
belonged after I got done and then I remembered my
clothes! I fetched my clothes from where I'd left
them in the workout room...dungeon is such a bad
name! ...and took them to the laundry. It was a
wonderful two hours I spent cleaning the cute clothes
and my towels and my thick, comfy robe! The whites
were separated from the colours and I waited while
they dried and then ironed my jeans and my top. The
robe was even more comfy with the warm, freshly
cleaned scent on it!
Everything was put in its place.
What the fuck was I doing?
It was like I'd been dreaming and awake at the same
time. The sensation was like waking up and it was
damn weird.
Oh, shit! I realized I'd been outside!
I ran to the window display to see if it would still
work and let me out.
No dice.
The message was simple and my heart sunk as I knew I
had to comply.
"Disrobe and mount Invader in 38 seconds."
I took off my robe, folded it, and hung it over the
back of the sofa. Naked, I walked into the dungeon
and did as I had been told to.
What else could I do?
The restraints closed in place and then the ceiling
opened up. I was hoping for the display to come down
and play twenty questions, but it was no surprise
when the arm with the needle came down. An injection
in my thigh was immediately followed by one of the
painful injections into my belly. At the same time I
was lubed up and then quickly, deeply, and rudely
penetrated. I felt the hot liquid spurting into my
pussy without any sexual activity or, well, foreplay
and then I was empty. Briefly. My ass was penetrated
and filled with lube.
Another quick, deep, and rude penetration later and I
was being filled with warm water. My belly rapidly
swelled up and then my ass was free to empty itself.
A second penetration, a second filling, and a second
rush of water followed. My ass was just recovering
from the rapid activity when a third penetration was
followed with an injection of something warm and
viscous into me. It was the same stuff that I'd
received when I was in the Chair, I somehow just knew
this fact.
Another injection followed in my thigh, then another
into my arm, and then another, straight into my neck.
The blur of motion and activity had made me feel
beaten, even senseless, and not even the final
injection into my neck was going to get a reaction
from me. I wasn't even surprised when I heard the
whisperings beginning again right as my universe
changed colour and then faded.
Day Eleven
??????????
I needed a shower. And some food.
I was exhausted and wiped out as I lifted myself off
of Invader. Slipping over the edge of the reclining
workstation I tried to stand and my feet failed me. I
caught myself before hitting the tile and struggled
back to sit on the edge of the workstation. It was a
good while before the strength to carry me out of the
room was summoned.
My robe was where I'd left it and I took it upstairs
with me, hanging it up in the bathroom as I started
the shower. The steam from the hot water shortly
fogged up the mirror and I felt a compulsion to clean
the mirror, even though I knew it would be fine after
the bathroom aired out. Right, that's right. I turned
on the vent for the shower and relaxed when I saw the
condensation on the mirror start to clear itself.
I stepped into the warm stream and immediately soaked
my hair, rinsing the sweat and grunge out of it.
There was beauty soap and a deodorant soap in the
soap holder and I reached for the deodorant bar. I
ran it under my arms and was met with stubble,
looking down, I saw my legs looking kind of shrubby,
too.
I washed all over and then shampooed my hair, rinsed,
and set in a generous amount of conditioner before
reaching for my razor. It felt good to shave the
stubble from my arm pits, legs, and bikini, and I
remarked to myself that I was feeling feminine again.
I shaved the last stubble from my ankle and then
rinsed the conditioner from my hair.
Not long after that I made my way to the kitchen and
put together a good breakfast and flicked on the news
to see what was going on. Something had happened in
North Korea a couple of days ago and they were making
a big deal about it.
Why hadn't they mentioned it when I'd last seen the
news? Setting down my coffee I had a feeling and went
to the display by the window and found that three
days had elapsed since the last time I could remember
anything. For some reason I accepted this fact
without any argument and went back to finish my
coffee.
"Beautiful. You are a work of art, Christie!"
I heard a familiar voice...a real voice!
"Waldo!"
I got up and ran to him, and I probably bruised his
ribs I hugged him so hard!
"It's so nice to see you, Waldo! I have some coffee
ready, would you like some coffee?"
He paused a moment.
"Christie, let's you put on your robe and then get it
for me, okay?"
I forgot that I hadn't dressed. I nodded my
agreement, got on the robe and then went to the
kitchen.
Waldo followed me and accepted the coffee when it was
ready.
"Christie, I have a friend outside and he'll be
coming in here in a few minutes. But before he does
we need to have a talk, okay?"
"Of course!" I stared at him like a puppy waiting for
a ball.
"This isn't my house, really. I did build it at very
great expense, that is true, but it isn't mine."
He swallowed, bracing himself for something big.
"It belongs to your Master."
He stared at me, waiting for a response.
"Uh-huh, that's okay Waldo. Is there something else?"
He looked rather pleased at me right then and I felt
pleased that he was smiling at me.
"Christie, darling, you belong to him too, now. He
paid me for you."
I felt a small hesitation in my mind and then I
smiled at Waldo again.
"I hope you got paid well for me!"
Waldo chuckled and then went on.
"All right, we need to go over a few things to make
sure this is all okay with you." He reached over and
pulled my robe away from my thigh and touched the
symbol tattooed there. "Christie, this is the
Sanskrit character for 'slave', do you understand?"
I nodded yes.
"It's there because you are now, and forever, the
slave of the man you'll meet very soon. He paid me
very well to find a girl to be his slave and he was
in the restaurant the day you came in, he told me
that he wanted you. He paid me ten million dollars
for you, Christie."
Wow. Ten million dollars, I thought. That was
flattering! Ten million for me to be his slave. I was
a slave now. I'd been abducted, tortured, abused, and
now enslaved. I was a fucking slave. I was a fuck
slave. Yeah, that's what I was. It pissed me off.
It was that moment when I "split". I'd later find out
that this was a common effect of Waldo's enslavement
techniques. The conscious mind of the slave was
intact, rational and thinking, yet the slave was
incapable of free will. I was free to think and that
was all I was free to do anymore. Forevermore.
I smiled brainlessly at Waldo.
"That's really great, Waldo."
(Fuckyouyoufuckingbastard!!!!)
"You need to know that I drugged you to induce a
hypnotic sleep, you've been implanted with a device
that controls your pleasure and pain, you've been
brainwashed, and you're probably right now cursing my
name in your mind while completely unable to effect
any change on your behavior. You've also received
nutritive supplements injected into your lower
intestine to fortify you during yourprogramming. You
may comment freely if you wish."
It was like a door was opened and I was able to be me
again.
"You'll never get away with this, you faggot bastard!
I'm nobody's fucking whore and I'll never be! What
the hell did you think..."
His eyes rolled while I unleashed my diatribe and he
quietly said, "Shut up, Christie."
I did shut up. I couldn't do otherwise. The door of
my free will slammed closed.
"It's a nice day, isn't it Christie?"
It was more than just one question and I knew it.
"Yes, why yes, it is, Waldo." (cocksucker!)
He stood there a moment and then turned to face me.
"Christie, go to the kitchen and get out the meat
cleaver. Then chop off the little finger on your left
hand, okay?"
I smiled at him, "Sure thing, can I get you a warm-up
on the coffee while I'm out there?"
(Whatthefuck?????)
"No, thanks, that'll be enough."
I walked to the kitchen and noticed Waldo was right
behind me the whole way. I had to poke around in the
drawers to find the meat cleaver and then I got out
some paper towels for the inevitable mess and I also
got the cutting board out. I didn't want to damage
the granite countertop, after all.
(OhmyGodwhatamIgoingtodo?Jesuspleasemakethisstopright
thefucknow!)
With everything set to go I took the cleaver, put my
hand in place, and began to lower the blade into the
knuckle.
"Stop!"
(Thank youJesus!)
"Christie, put the cleaver away and go watch TV,
anything you want, until your Master arrives. You're
ready to do anything he wants now, aren't you?"
I wanted to choke on the words as I said them with a
pleasing, little-girl tone in my voice, "Yes, Waldo,
anything he wants."
Waldo pulled out his cell phone and dialed while I
went out to find a movie on cable. I've seen
"Terminator" before, but decided to see it again.
Waldo's phone call ended and he came out and sat on
the sofa with me to watch the movie. I was surprised
when (thefucker!) took my hand and gently caressed it
as we sat there. During the whole movie he never let
go of my hand, as if he really cared or regretted
what he'd done to me.
The national news had ended and then the LA six
o'clock team was coming on as the doorbell rang. I
didn't even know the place had a doorbell. Waldo
excused himself and went to the door, leaving me
alone for the moment. The anticipation of just who I
was going to meet was kind of overwhelming. In my
mind I still struggled to get free of the intangible
thing that had wrapped around my consciousness,
locking me prisoner in my own body.
Waldo escorted his client into the room and into my
sight.
Tall, thin except for a paunchy gut, graying black
hair that was slick with what had to be old-school
Brylcreem, a buttoned-up plaid shirt on khakis, Doc
Martens', and wire-rimmed glasses. Thick glasses. I
figured him for maybe late forties, about my Dad's
age. He was a geek in the extreme. No wonder he had
to go to such lengths to get a woman!
Waldo looked at me as if waiting for me to react with
something other than my Stepford-wife look.
"Christie, this is your Master. You will address him
as Master until and unless he gives you permission to
call him by name. From here on out you are to follow
his each and every instruction and you are to meet
his every need. Pleasing him is why you are alive.
You will never say 'no' to his requests unless he
first gives you permission to make a free choice. Do
you understand me, Christie?"
I wanted to cry. I wanted to SCREAM!
"Yes, Waldo, I do."
Waldo turned to my new Master and swallowed, then he
spoke, "My work here is done. You will transfer the
balance of the money now, yes?"
My Master pulled out a cell phone and turned it on.
He drew a tiny keyboard from another pocket and
tapped on it for a while before looking up at Waldo.
"Waldo, why don't you call your bank and confirm my
part of the bargain?"
Waldo called his bank and smiled when they confirmed
his new account balance, he turned to me.
"Good luck to you, Christie." Then he turned to my
Master, "And my best wished for you, too, sir. I hope
you like her."
That was the last I saw of Waldo.
Without any instructions from my Master, I stood
there at the entry to the house as he went back to
the garage and brought in his bags. Looking out the
door I had a glimpse of the cars whizzing by on the
PCH and was helpless to run to the freedom that was
so teasingly close.
"Can I see you, um, like, without the robe if that's
okay?"
"Yes, Master, of course." I dropped my robe.
He walked around me and was clearly admiring what he
saw. He was a geek, but I had to admit I was
flattered in some small way. He reached to me and
caressed my breasts, then ran his hands over my skin
with the lightest, feathery touch. It tickled and I
trembled from it. His hands went to my ass and
squeezed me, not too tight, not too soft. There was
longing in his touch and I knew it.
"Christie, have you ever been fucked before?"
Bold for a geek, wasn't he?
"Yes, Master."
"How many times?"
"Fourteen times by my ex-boyfriend and I'm unsure of
how many times by the workout stations."
He reached down to my pussy and worked a finger into
me. I was kind of dry and unprepared for this so I
winced from the sudden intrusion.
"Yeah. Now I get to fuck you."
He pulled his finger out and sniffed it before taking
me by the hand and leading me to the kitchen where he
washed his hands. Then he led me upstairs and it was
obvious to me what he had in mind. He led me into the
bedroom that was so recently mine and tapped a
password into the display, enabling his access. Then
he tapped it again and the ventilation switched on to
deliver a cooling breeze into the room.
He stood me by the bed and then went to the bathroom.
I heard him piss and brush his teeth and then he came
back out. He undid his shirt, neatly, button by
button, and then folded it and placed it on the
dressing chair by the bedside. His undershirt joined
it only to be followed by the rest of his clothing.
Turning to me he presented a sight that would have
made me laugh in a different circumstance but scream
in this one. He'd never worked out a day in his life
and that was clear. His belly was sloppy fat and his
arms were flabby. His chest hair was sparse and what
there was of it was mostly gray.
I let my eyes travel to his crotch and saw a shock of
unruly pubic hair surrounding a... familiar? ...
sight. I knew it! His cock was the spitting image of
the cock on Invader!
With the erection making him look even more
ridiculous he came close to me and drew me to him by
my shoulders. Nervously, he kissed me. He was
tentative at first and then he tried to get into it.
Something kicked on in me and I felt an unwanted
arousal start up inside me. I gently placed my arms
around him and kissed him back. He kissed me like
this for a few minutes and then stood back, panting a
little, to look at me.
"Christie, lay back on the edge of the bed for me,
okay?"
"Yes, Master." And I complied. (Hesgonnafuckme!)
He walked up and spread my legs. He ran his hands
admiringly over my knees and up to my belly, letting
his hands linger there...holding me there. He scooted
close to me and let his throbbing cock bounce on my
belly. His full, hanging balls were cool against the
warmth of my pussy.
"Christie, do you want me to fuck you now?" He looked
at me through the thick glasses.
"Yes, Master, I do. Please fuck me if you want to."
(Fuckme?NOOOOO!!!!Getthefuckawayfrommeyoufuckingcreep
!)
He pulled back and took his cock in his hand. He
stroked it a little and it got firmer in response.
Then he placed it against my wet pussy and the glow
rose up in me. I didn't want this! I didn't want this
awful man!
My Master started humping at me and with each thrust
he penetrated deeper into my pussy. I saw a sweat
break out on his brow as he took my knees into his
hands and held them up to his paunchy sides. His cock
drove deeper and deeper into me until I felt it
bottom out in me. My body responded to him the same
way I would've with Invader, I met his thrusts and
scooted down the bed enough to get him into me nice
and deep.
"You like my cock in you, little girl?"
It just sounded wrong coming out of a geek, you know?
"Yes, Master, I do."
Which sounded even worse.
He started humping me faster and he took me by the
waist while his horrid cock fucked into me. I felt
his balls slapping on my ass and was suddenly and
acutely aware of the sperm inside them. I momentarily
felt my eyes widen with fear as the real me slipped
out for a split second. He took it the wrong way and
fucked me hard and fast.
I wanted to get away.
My hands went up to his hands that held my knees. I
caressed them and was rewarded with my Master slowing
down our first fucking into a series of deep,
uncomfortable thrusts. My glow rose up and became a
crescendo of wild, incredible pleasure. I felt my
pussy contracting in waves around his thrusting
cockmeat.
His cock swelled up and his head lolled about with
the onset of his release. I spread my legs as wide as
they would go and let him impale me with his need. It
was too much for him and he gasped as I felt the
entire length of his cock surge. He filled my
unprotected pussy with his fertile, vital sperm. I
felt the first pulse and reacted with a wild series
of orgasmic contractions which triggered his next
pulse into me.
I was absolutely, totally, and completely horrified
as the thought of my beautiful body swelling with
this bastard creep's baby was perfectly pictured in
my mind.
The contractions in my pussy became insane as his
cock throbbed and pumped and fucked. I was milking
him dry.
The one saving grace of his being so old was that he
was a one-shot man. When he finished with me he went
completely limp and collapsed on top of me, crushing
me into the mattress. He wasn't rude about it and
soon excused himself politely, inviting me to join
him for a soda downstairs.
I stood up and followed him down the stairs and felt
his come running out of my pussy and down my thighs,
making me sticky and so...grossed out! I prayed that
every last drop would run out and leave me alone.
He popped the top off a soda for me and handed it to
me, it was cream soda, which I detest, but I politely
thanked him and sipped it.
He took a swig and then belched.
"That was great, Christie. The best."
"Thank you." (Fuckyou)
He took another swig, belched again, and then met my
eye and spoke.
"When I was a young man I could jerk off six times,
seven times a day thinking about girls like you."
(Thatsallyoucouldgetasshole)
"Now I'm lucky if I can get it up six times a month."
Six times a month! I'd have to fuck him SIX TIMES a
month???
He reached for a packet of pills and squeezed one
through the foil. Then he popped the little blue pill
into his mouth and chased it down with another swig
of the soda. He thought it was cute when he belched
so I giggled in approval. The giggling pushed some
more of his sperm out of my pussy and I felt a little
relief thinking that it was less of his seed in me.
Only six times a month meant I was safe for maybe a
day or two or three before he could get it up again.
He chatted me up about his life for a while and told
me about his failed attempts at relationships, his
success in business, and then went on about meeting
Waldo. I think he felt a little guilty, maybe.
It was about a half-an-hour after we'd come
downstairs together when he came around the counter
and had me lead us up to the bedroom again. I
expected a shower was in order.
"I want to see your ass, Christie. Get up on the edge
of the bed like before, except on your hands and
knees."
He wanted to see my ass. That wasn't so bad. I did as
I was told, of course.
"Now lay your head down on the bed and get your ass
up high in the air. Scoot back 'til your knees are on
the edge."
I did.
"Spread your legs, baby."
I had to.
I imagined him looking at a pussy up close and
personal for the very first time. He was back there
checking out my every ridge, my every secret crevice.
His hands ran over my upturned ass and hips.
"You are so beautiful....Mmmmm!"
The geek edged a thumb into me and pulled it back and
forth. The familiar glow instantly lit inside me. He
drew his thumb out and stepped away from me. I heard
him tap on the control panel for the room and then
the ball inside me turned on my very special vibrator
frequency. This was nice.
"Can't forget about my best girl, can I?"
He stepped up close behind me and took me by the
hips. His thumb slipped into me a little and then I
realized both of his hands were holding my hips. He
had his cock in me! I tried to tell myself that maybe
he just had a little more gusto and he'd go limp as
soon as it worked out.
"You know, Christie, I spent a lot of money on
doctors over the years."
He poked at me kinda gently.
"And they said there wasn't much they could do for me
getting it up more often."
It was more of a swoosh this time than a poke.
"I did find out that my sperm count was excellent."
Another poke.
"But my millions wouldn't buy me a hard-on when I
wanted one."
(Luckyme)
"And then came Viagra and now I'm back to six times a
day."
His long, hard, sperm-shooting cock slipped all the
way into me in one slow, grinding stroke. We fit
together perfectly. And in this position his cock
seated against my cervix wonderfully. I was already
in the beginning throes of pleasure when his cock
pressed into me to amplify the sensation. I was in
the perfect position to receive his cock and his
sperm. My upturned ass was aiming my fertile pussy
right at him. We fucked like wild dogs. The orgasms
were incredible from the effects of the ball and his
horny, hungry, amped-up cock.
Even in the middle of sheer euphoria, with no mind of
my own, when his cock hammered me and spurted deep
into my perfectly positioned body, a tear managed to
get out of my eye. The ball in my belly buzzed
insanely, giving me the orgasm of a lifetime. The
lonely tear hung on the side of my cheek as my
contracting pussy milked and milked and milked as
much sperm as it could out of him. The exertion of
the orgasm was too much and I began to pass out.
But not before one final thought.
I was in Hell.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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