Evocation (26 page)

The man who had just forced himself on her zipped his pants. Eileen wiped the corner of her mouth sheepishly, humiliated and self-conscious. She looked down at the tile floor under her toes, unwilling to meet his eye.

“How would you evaluate the subject’s attention and focus to the task of providing you with oral pleasure?” the doctor asked.

“Amazing!” he replied. “She gives great head. I’ve never seen that much concentration before. It’s like there’s nothing that can distract her.”

The doctor nodded. “Thank you. You may be seated.”

As the man walked back to his chair, Dr. Moreland returned his attention to the group. “This concludes the subject’s evaluation,” he said. “The subject has made unprecedented progress over the last several months. She now has all the attributes one would find desirable in a sex slave. She is excited by forcible sexual subjugation. Her body is receptive to even the most rigorous demands. She has demonstrated outstanding compliance with her training regimen. She is obedient and accommodating, and shows exceptional focus to the task of sexual service. The subject’s husband reports that her baseline state of arousal is very high. She openly exhibits a strong need for daily sexual use.” He paused. Eileen blushed at his words. “I feel comfortable saying that this subject is now ready to begin her duties as a full-fledged sex slave.”

Eileen flushed crimson. She found herself suddenly unable to look directly at him, or at anyone else watching her. She looked down, blushing, a strange mix of pride and humiliation tangled up inside her.

“Thank you all for being here,” Dr. Moreland said. “That concludes the evaluation. Nurse, if you will bring the subject up front when she is ready?”

Chapter 24

Samantha grinned. The people audience rose from their chairs to file out of the back of the room, talking excitedly to each other. The doctor turned abruptly and left through the door Eileen had entered through.

The doors closed. She bent to pick up her clothes, feeling self-conscious.

“Don’t,” Samantha said.

Eileen looked at her in surprise. Samantha stared back wolfishly. She moved closer, like a hunting cat stalking its prey. Eileen backed away from her uncertainly until she came up against the wall behind her.

The nurse glided closer still. Their bodies just touched. Helplessness surged in Eileen. Samantha moved in as if to kiss her. Eileen’s lips parted.

“Yes, that’s right,” the nurse breathed, her lips just inches from Eileen’s. “You are always ready, aren’t you?” Her hands moved to Eileen’s breasts. She traced the fading marks from where the rubber tubing had bound her so tightly. Her fingers stroked Eileen’s swollen, sensitive nipples, very lightly. Eileen shuddered.

One hand crept down, across her belly, over her mound. Eileen remained still against the wall, barely breathing.

“You are a certified sex slave now,” Samantha said. “That means you can never say no again.” Her fingers parted the folds of her labia. She slipped a fingertip inside Eileen, barely entering her. Her lips moved closer to Eileen’s. “From now on, you can never say no to anything.”

Eileen’s body quivered. The nurse’s finger slipped back out, worked its way to her swollen, throbbing clit. Samantha’s wet, slick finger traced a slow circle around her clit, exquisitely gentle. “Show me,” she said. “Give yourself to me. Let me see it in your eyes.”

Her finger moved back and forth, little half-circles around Eileen’s clit. She was surprised by the delicacy of the nurse’s touch, the soft subtlety of it. Pleasure rippled through her. She sighed.

“Yes. Like that. Surrender. Show me. You are a slave now. You can’t stop it.” Her breath was warm on Eileen’s face.

Eileen closed her eyes. That light touch, so gentle on her sensitive clit, filled her world. Samantha moved just a little bit faster, pursuing Eileen’s pleasure.

Eileen moaned. The nurse’s lips brushed against hers. She felt the teasing touch of Samantha’s tongue, light and soft, coaxing her. Her fingers gradually moved faster, sending fresh ripples of pleasure through her body. Eileen kissed her back, hesitantly at first, her tongue barely touching Samantha’s lips.

Samantha pressed closer. Her fingertip slid directly over Eileen’s clit, making her shudder. She felt herself surrendering, giving herself over to that surprisingly gentle caress, the breathtaking tenderness of the kiss. Somewhere inside her, the last traces of resistance were melting away. She yielded to the gentle seduction, letting herself be lost in it.

Samantha kissed deeper. Her finger moved more quickly. The nurse lifted her toward ecstasy with great skill, her fingers playing just the right chords on Eileen’s clit. Her pleasure mounted gradually, as slow and inevitable as the incoming tide.

Eileen wasn’t even exactly sure when the orgasm started. It flooded through her until she was lost in it, and still it kept building and building. The nurse’s fingers kept moving, soft but relentless, until Eileen’s body shuddered uncontrollably.

Samantha held the kiss through her entire orgasm. It went on and on, an intense outpouring that felt as if it would never end, releasing the tension coiled up in her. The nurse’s lips swallowed up her moans.

It faded as slowly as it had come. The tide receded, leaving Eileen shaking. Her arms slid around Samantha’s body. She held her close, kissing her feverishly, tongue slipping between soft lips. Samantha made a small sound of surprise. With that little noise, longing flared inside Eileen; she drew the woman closer against her, desperately, pouring all her desire into the kiss. A storm of emotions overwhelmed her. For just a moment, she felt like she would let this woman do anything to her, take anything from her at all.

“Ah, there it is,” Samantha said, stepping back. She caressed Eileen’s cheek softly. “You are so beautiful when you surrender. It’s time to get dressed now.”

Eileen moved as though she were sleepwalking, gathering her clothes and dressing in a haze of submission and need. She followed the nurse out through the door and back down the hallway into the waiting room. Anthony was already waiting. His face lit up in a broad smile when he saw her.

“Hello, little whore!” he beamed. “Aaron was just telling me you passed your evaluation. I’m so proud of you!” He swept her up in his arms. “Now you are a certified sex slave. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Eileen melted into his arms. The doctor watched, his face wreathed in smiles. “She’s a natural,” he said. “I’ve never seen someone take to it so easily.”

“I’d like you to continue to evaluate her.” Anthony said. “You know, just to help keep her on track. Let’s set up a regular examination for her every month, so we can make sure she’s still progressing as she should.”

Eileen felt a quick shiver of fear. The thought of coming in here, over and over again, to let the doctor scrutinize her, probe her, rape her, perhaps even give her to the nurse, raised goose bumps on her arms. She felt suddenly aware of his come still wet inside her.

The doctor stroked his chin thoughtfully. “You’ll have to check with Meredith. She keeps my appointment book.”

Anthony nodded. “Go set up an appointment for yourself, my darling. See if she has any regular openings. Saturday afternoon works best for me.”

Eileen felt herself turn red. The nurse gave her a small, sly smile. A part of her wanted to protest.
How can you do this? How can you make me set up my own appointment to be brought in here and raped?
Another part of her wanted to please Anthony, impress him with her obedience. She hesitated, trapped between conflicting impulses. They watched her. The nurse’s smile grew.

Trembling, Eileen approached the receptionist’s window. The woman behind it looked up at her through silver horn-rimmed glasses. “Hello, dearie. How was your examination?”

Eileen mumbled something indistinct.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that,” the receptionist said. “You’ll have to speak up.”

“I…” Butterflies fluttered. “I’m here to make another appointment.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful! I’m glad you like our services.” She flipped open a large appointment book. “When would you like to come back? We have an opening available on Tuesday, and another on Friday morning.”

“No. I need…” She remembered the manacles holding her to the chair, the way it had felt when the doctor entered her. Her nipples ached. “I need to schedule a time to come in every month.”

“Every month? Well, I think we can do that for you. What day would you prefer?”

“Saturday.” Eileen looked down.

“Let me see here. I can…yes. The first Saturday of the month. One o’clock in the afternoon, shall we say?” The woman scribbled in the book with a pen. “I’ll block off three hours for your monthly exam. Will that be enough?”

Eileen flushed and nodded. The nurse scribbled out a reminder card. She took it blankly and fled back to the comfort of Anthony’s side.

On the drive home, Eileen’s thoughts swirled. Samantha’s words kept repeating themselves in her head. “You can never say no again.” Her clit throbbed. She thought about how it had felt to be forced to take the stranger in her mouth while the doctor tormented her. “You can never say no again.” She remembered the unexpected gentleness of the nurse’s hands on her, the way she had given herself over to her. Is that what her life would be from now on? Always accepting anything that was done to her, never saying no to anything? Her bruised nipples throbbed painfully.

When they arrived back home, he took her by the hand to escort her into the house. The moment they crossed the threshold, he turned to her and began unbuttoning her shirt. Once it was open, he slid it gently off her shoulders. It fell with a soft whisper.

He turned his attention to her skirt. “Since you’re a full-fledged sex slave now, you are no longer permitted to wear clothing in the house when you’re home alone or it’s just you and me. You may dress to leave, or when there are other people here, but at all other times you are to remain naked.” His fingers unfastened her skirt. It slipped to the floor. “I’m sure I probably don’t need to tell you, but you will be punished for failure to comply. Do you understand?”

Eileen nodded. Her pussy clenched. She felt a quick shiver of excitement.

“Good.” He led her into the kitchen, where he pulled up a chair for her. “Just a little paperwork for you to do now. It’s just a formality, you understand, to make things official.”

“What?”

“Here.” He set a stack of papers in front of her. “Read this. There is a space next to each paragraph for you to initial, to indicate you’ve read it all. When you’re done, sign on the bottom.”

‘What is it?” she asked.

“Read it and see!” Anthony grinned and sat down beside her.

Eileen looked at the stack of papers. It was a contract, each section neatly labeled. The first part, titled “Duties and Responsibilities,” described the functions she was expected to perform as a sex slave. In graphic language so explicit it made her blush, it detailed all of the ways she would make herself available to Anthony for his sexual use.

Eileen felt a tingle of fear. Anthony watched her initial each paragraph as she read. The contract stipulated that Eileen’s body was Anthony’s sole property, in recognition of which Eileen would forever relinquish all say in how it was to be put to use. Her manner of dress was laid out in detail, with prohibitions on wearing any clothing that hampered easy access to her cunt or ass. A paragraph set out boundaries on her right to have an orgasm, permitting orgasm when she was being used but forbidding orgasm at any other time without permission.

With each paragraph, Eileen’s breathing came more quickly. She wrote her initials next to each one, as the feeling of tension coiled stronger inside her.

The next section was labeled “Transferability.” In the same graphic language, it described many ways that Anthony could make her available to other people of his choosing, singly or in groups. For the duration of such transfer, it said, Eileen’s body would be the property of any and all such individuals, and she would comply with whatever sexual demands they made of her.

Her pussy twitched as she initialed each paragraph. She remembered how it had felt to be used by many men at the same time, hard unseen cocks thrusting into her. A mixture of her own juices and the doctor’s semen leaked from her.

The third part of the contract was titled “Non-Compliance.” As her eyes scanned the page, Eileen felt the butterflies flutter. The contract spelled out a list of ways in which she could be punished for disobedience of any kind, in detail that left no room for the imagination. Paragraph after paragraph described punishments she could be subjected to. Some of them, such as being bound and forced to take the Hitachi directly on her clit, she was familiar with already; others, meticulously explained in vulgar detail, he had only hinted at before. The contract also left open the prospect of additional forms of punishment not specifically listed, at Anthony’s sole discretion. As she read, she felt herself beginning to squirm in her seat.

The section following the list of punishments was titled “Medical Care and Evaluation.” The contract required Eileen’s compliance with any medical test, procedure, or examination Anthony or her attending physician deemed appropriate, including evaluation of her suitability and fitness for her purpose.

It took nearly an hour to read the entire contract. By the time she was finished, Eileen was unable to sit still. Her body felt flush with arousal; her nipples were tight, her skin hot and tingling. She breathed raggedly.

“Now sign it,” Anthony said.

On the last page, just above the space for her signature, the contract read “I, Eileen Porto, hereby certify that I agree to all the terms set forth in the preceding pages. I certify that being a sex slave gets me wet and makes me come. I pledge to keep myself available for sex in any way at any time, and to submit to whatever sexual demands are made of me. I hereby acknowledge that my body is the property of Anthony Porto in perpetuity. From this day forward, I release all control over my sexuality to him or to any person or persons he may designate.”

She shuddered and looked up at him. “Anthony!”

“Yes?”

Her heart raced. She felt herself clench. His hands caressed her bare shoulders, slid down to cup her breasts. She closed her eyes, remembering the feeling of surrender she had had when Samantha had touched her. It came back, stronger than ever. Her body trembled beneath his touch. “I…yes. Yes.”

She reached out to sign her name with a flourish. As she did, a complicated tangle of emotions churned inside her.
You just agreed to everything he does to you. In writing!
she thought. Another part of her mind answered instantly,
You can never say no again. He told you to sign it. And you like it.

Anthony’s hands slid down her body. A finger slipped between her legs and found wetness. “You like it,” he said, as if her thoughts were loud enough for him to hear. “I can do anything I want to you, and you like it.”

Her legs parted. She sighed. “Yes.”