Page 39 of Fear and Desire

Swallowing hard, she sat down on the low bench, her back to the machine. The piston was level with the back of her head.

He clipped her wrists together behind her, and then wrapped a strap around her arms and body, just below her chest. She wassotired of being bound all the time and unable to protect herself.

Then he pulled her legs wide, securing her ankles to the bench on either side. Even when she was afraid of something, or angry at him, her body responded to his presence, and she felt an all-too-familiar twitching from her exposed pussy.

He picked up a ring gag. She hated them. She couldn’t control what went in her mouth, and someone could push anything in as far as he wanted it to go.

“Please, Dan, please don’t put that in my mouth, please, I’ll try without it, please!”

He gripped her hair to hold her still, but she struggled and clamped her mouth shut. Her fear was rapidly growing to terror.

He squatted down and came close to her face, his hand still entwined in her hair, but holding the strands loose.

“Laura,” he whispered, too silent for the cameras to pick up. She screwed her eyes shut.

“Laura, open your eyes and look at me.” This was Dan’s voice, not Master 1, so she hesitantly obeyed. She kept her mouth shut.

“I don’t want to force you. You know I have no choice, and you have no choice. I’ll be honest that this will not be much fun. But it works. Please don’t make it worse than it’s going to be by fighting me. I’ll win, and the ring will go in anyway.”

Tears trickled down her cheeks and splashed to the floor. “I just want to go home,” she whispered.

“I know, honey. I know. But the only way that’s going to happen is by walking through the fire first.”

She closed her eyes and relaxed her jaw just a little, but it was enough to give him permission. He slipped the ring in and turned it upright, and just like that, there was an unobstructed opening between the outside world and Laura’s throat.

Drool pooled in her mouth almost immediately. He fastened the straps on the gag to rings on the piston at the back of her head and brought another strap around her forehead. She couldn’t move forwards or backwards. Fear churned inside her stomach and threatened to make her sick. She still didn’t really understand what this contraption did.

“The machine is going to move your head forwards and backwards onto and off of a dildo in front of you. As you get better, and your throat gets used to it, I’ll set it deeper and faster. We’ll keep going like this until you can take a cock all the way into the back of your throat and swallow around it.”

There was no part of that statement that didn’t terrify her. Hysterically, she pulled her head side to side to dislodge the straps, but they held her in place like a bug pinned and on display. She cried great open-mouthed sobs and heaved for breath.

“Laura! Calm down! Nothing is going to change what you have to do, so let’s just get it over with.” An expressionless mask had fallen over his features. He placed a dildo on a stand in front of her and pushed it into her mouth. As he pushed a button on the remote in his hand, the machine behind her pushed her head forward, but the moment the long fake cock touched the back of her tongue, she retched. He pulled the hateful thing out a fraction of an inch, but it was enough to let her stomach settle.

“Let’s try this slowly.”

He pushed the button again. The machine pulled her head back, and the dildo rested on her lips, and then it pushed her head forward again. The dildo slid deep. She almost gagged, and then it pulled her head backwards again.

“I’ll speed it up as you tolerate it.” He knelt down in front of her. “We only have three days,” he said quietly, as he stroked her hair. “I’m sorry.”

She refused to look at him. He stood up with a sigh. The machine started up again. Back, then forwards, stopping just when her stomach threatened to heave, then back and forwards. Over and over and over. The tears spilled down her face, the drool ran down her chin to drip onto the edge of the bench and onto the floor, and the tendons of her widely stretched thighs ached. She couldn’t remember being so miserable in her entire life.

In…

Out…

In…

Out…

In…

Out…

Her entire existence became the dildo that entered and receded. She settled into a trance that was broken now and then when she would gag. The motion was relentless; the machine was indifferent to her suffering.

She had her eyes closed when Dan came back in.

“You’re doing good. It’s been almost twenty minutes since you choked.” He paused the machine while the dildo was out of her mouth, and Laura was grateful to stop moving for just a moment. He held up a bottle of water.

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