Page 11 of Fear and Desire

She made her way back, passing the others who were finishing up. Claire gave her hand a quick squeeze. “Second one’s easier,” she whispered. Laura arrived back at the table and this time crawled up on her hands and knees like the others had done, obediently waiting. She prayed he wouldn’t make her turn over on her back.

To her surprise, Master 2 appeared with a fresh bag. “Let’s get this over with. There’ll be less cramping this time. Put your head down.” He placed the nozzle at the entrance to her hole and she didn’t fight as it pushed past the ring. Once more, the fluid flowed in. The sensation of fullness wasn’t as hard to bear this time,

All the other tables were empty now, and the room was quiet. Was she by herself? She turned her head the other way and yelped in surprise. Master 2 was standing next to the table, leaning against the wall with his arms folded. Her head dropped as she clenched her fists in anger.

A cramp struck, so she resumed the breathing pattern she had taught to so many women while they were in labor. She’d hoped that someday it would be her turn to help her own baby come out, but if she really was destined to be a slave, that might never happen.

No.She couldnotthink like that.

She jerked as Master 2’s hand reached up under her stomach and gently massaged the distended bulge. She fought to tolerate his hand because it was working to relieve the cramp, but she really wanted him to stop touching her.

“There. Almost done. You’re doing really well.” His soft tone just made her mad.

“Why are you being so nice? You’re a goddamn slaver!” His massaging hand stopped for a moment, then resumed.

“Because I believe—and so does Master 1—that helping a woman embrace submission, instead of forcing her into it, is much more interesting, and makes a better slave in the end.”

He spoke in such a reasonable tone. “Seriously? You think you can say some sweet words and I’ll give up my life to be someone’s fuck toy? Try again, asshole.” She cringed at her words. It wasn’t a good idea to speak her mind, but it burst out of her like a volcano.

He withdrew his hand. “I think you need a lesson in helping your body embrace submission. As soon as we’re done here, we’ll go explore that concept a little.” He moved down to her bottom. “Hold it.” The tube slid out.

She got off the table awkwardly, feeling like a pregnant woman, and walked back to the bathroom for the second time. This time, she hid as long as possible.

Finally, he appeared. “I know you’re delaying the inevitable. Let’s go.” There was a firmness to his voice that was different to the gentleness a few minutes ago. She finished cleaning and reluctantly followed him back through the room and out into the hall.

8

Laura:

Master2propelledLauradown the hall with his hand on her arm. They passed Master 4, and Master 2 motioned for him to follow. They entered a room with all kinds of objects in it, and none of them looked like fun. The benches had restraining points. There were hooks hanging from the ceiling. A big wooden X, a wooden sawhorse, a tall thin cage, and manacles were all bolted to the concrete walls. And handing up were rows and rows of whips and floggers and canes and—

She tried to flee again, but his arm gripped her so firm there had to be bruises by now. He walked—dragged—her over to a large horizontal cylindrical object perched on a metal pole rising from the floor. It was about thigh-high, and one end was flush against the wall. It resembled a leather-clad vaulting horse for a perverted gymnastics class, especially with the two dildos protruding straight up out of it.

The one closest to the wall was fairly thin; the other, just a few inches in front of it, was much taller and thicker.

“Master 4, would you prepare the Sybian, please?”

Sybian? She’d heard of them but never seen one perched off the ground like this. Her horror grew as Master 4 placed condoms over both dildos, then lubed the smaller of the two in the back. Her overwhelmed brain finally understood what they meant to do.

“No, please, God, don’t put me on that! They’re too big!”

Master 2 chuckled. “Not even close, my dear. You’ll be fine.” Without warning, he and Master 4 picked her up, pulled her legs apart, and set her down with one leg on either side of it, her feet flat on the floor, and her back against the wall. The two dildos were just below her.

With choreographed moves, they each grabbed a wrist and stretched her arms up and out to the side, clicking the cuffs to hooks on the wall. Master 2 looked at her with a gleam in his eye and pushed a button. To her dismay, the Sybian rose, stopping when the two projections touched her skin. Master 4 leaned over and probed between her legs as she squealed, adjusting her position forward an inch. He nodded. The Sybian rose again and stopped with the dildos just inside both entrances. She rose on her tiptoes but couldn’t get high enough to get off of them.

“Now, you can do this the easy way, where you ease yourself down onto them, or you can do it the hard way, where the Sybian continues up and they push into you. Either way, they’re both going inside.”

She glared at him and refused to answer. He shrugged, and the Sybian continued its relentless journey up, while her body weight held her down. The front dildo slipped in easily, but the back one did not, and it hurt.

“Ow! Stop it!”

“It helps if you relax and push out. The pain will only be for a minute or two until you get used to it. If you keep resisting, it’ll force its way in there anyway, and it will hurt more.”

She’d read about this, and he was right. With a sob, she bore down hard and the tip breeched the entrance. She screeched as it pushed up, relentless in its journey, until it was fully inside and she sat on the leather. The Sybian continued to rise until her feet were only two or three inches off the floor, but she might as well have been six feet up. The men pulled her ankles out to the side and fastened them to the wall, and now she had no way to grip the leather with her legs.

He pushed the remote again, and a churning rubber bump began rotating and vibrating under her clit. Then he activated the dildos, and she was in trouble. The sensations of pumping and twisting made a mockery of her resolve to stay quiet, and almost immediately, a guttural moan tore from her mouth. She’d never experienced this much sensation between her legs all at once. It overloaded her mind and grabbed hold of her insides. Her head dropped, and she panted and moaned in a rhythmic pattern with every breath in and out. The room faded—the men faded—her situation faded; all that was left was a churning, rising ocean inside that she was powerless to stop. The vibrations, the twisting, and the pumping became her entire existence. Without warning, an orgasm rose from her depths, crashing over her. She screamed as she rode it all the way through, while the machine continued its assault without ceasing, prolonging the orgasm way beyond pleasure.

Now she twisted and writhed, unable to escape the relentless sensations on her overwhelmed clit. She pleaded to stop, but they ignored her, and their existence faded out as her arousal turned from unbearable to desperate once more. She struggled furiously to escape, but all her struggling served only to rub her poor tortured clit even harder on the vibrating pad.

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