Indentured (11 page)

The clamp wasn’t taken off until after lunch
(all liquid and another huge bottle of water). Again, I climaxed like crazy just because of the release. When he took me to the lab, he removed the vibrating plug from my ass, attached some sort of bullet vibrator directly to my clit, and put a pair of metal panties on me that left my ass exposed but kept the catheter secured in place.

After he finished his work for the day, he plucked me out of the orgy, hosed me off, and sat me on his lap. This time, he took all the toys out of me, leaving only the catheter in place. My lower abdomen was swollen again, and he kept one hand pressing down upon it as the other drew lazy circles over all of my overly sensitized spots.

It wasn’t until we’d been sitting like that for many minutes that I realized I wasn’t bound in any way. My legs and arms were free. I could reach down and pull the catheter out myself, if I were brave enough.

But I wasn’t. And I was too tired to move, anyway. Since he’d bought me at the auction, I doubted I’d had even a total of five hours of sleep.

The other lab workers had finished dealing with the male test subjects and were hosing off the two women, and still he was just holding me like that. My head was leaning back on his shoulder, and I craned my neck to look up at him. His eyes were trained fully upon me, or more specifically, on my distended belly.

“I believe you might have learned something from your punishment, slave,” he said finally, as the men were tying their two former coworkers up in ropes and hanging them from the ceiling to fuck.

I didn’t respond. It seemed like a bad idea, unless he asked me a specific question.

Unexpectedly, he tipped my chin up and kissed me. As his tongue assaulted mine, he flipped the switch on the clamp, emptying my bladder and sending me into another mind-numbing orgasm.

For more than a month, little
had changed other than the myriad ways in which he tied me up and made me come. My days consisted of watching him fuck Mary to start the day, breakfast, grooming, exercise, lunch, more grooming, lab time, still more grooming, a snuggle session, dinner, yet another grooming session, and then swallowing his cock before bed. Granted, I never got to sleep in a bed, so maybe I should call that
sleep
. Or occasional sleep.

I
had improved fairly dramatically at learning to get my rest while bound in insanely uncomfortable positions and being constantly stimulated. I’d had to. The lack of sleep was making me delirious. I wouldn’t have lasted very long if I hadn’t figured out a way to tune out all the sensations racing through my body and allow my mind to go quiet.

One of
the other minor differences, however, was that my body was becoming a sleek, toned specimen from all the hours spent in the gym every day. As I had grown stronger and able to withstand more punishment, he had started having me crawl behind him on my knees instead of carrying me from room to room.

But what still hadn’t changed at all? The fact that he still hadn’t fucked me anywhere other than my mouth and throat.

You could add that as one of the many reasons for my growing jealousy of Mary. She was only ever tied up when he fucked her, and he fucked her every single day without fail, sometimes more than once. The rest of the time, she was free to go about her business, cleaning up after all the stuff he put me through.

During one of our snuggle sessions in the lab
, after I’d been gang banged by the test subjects for four hours straight, he told me Mary and the two former female chemists had only received the shots for pregnancy and STDs any time recently, not the pussy and ass tightening shot, and not the sensitivity enhancers. The chemists had been the test subjects for those delightful concoctions early on, but at the moment no one in the penthouse was receiving them but me. All the men got the cock enhancing shot, though—the one that let them have absolute control over their erections and that made them bigger than they normally were.

I couldn’t decide if I envied
the other women or felt sorry for them for that, which only further proved how I was accepting the life he’d assigned me to as somehow normal.

By that point, he’d stretched
my insides to where he was leaving a twelve-inch-long, two-and-a-half-inch-wide dildo in my pussy any time it wasn’t otherwise occupied, and an eight-inch-long, two-inch-wide plug in my ass. Both of those would still pale in comparison to his chemically-enhanced cock, should he ever decide to put that in me, but at least I’d be better prepared to take him if and when that should happen.

None of the test subjects had cocks that came close to his in either length or girth. I knew that all too well, after sucking each and every one of them so many times I couldn’t count it all up anymore.
Those cocks—all of them but his—had been inside every orifice I owned. He’d taken to tossing me onto the pallet with the test subjects without anything covering me but my collar, plus whatever bindings he’d settled upon for the day. Within minutes, I would always have all three holes filled…sometimes with more than one cock per hole.

Somehow, I’d even adjusted to
performing my daily exercise routines with the toys inside me.

He’d also tested my skin’s reparative quality in every way imaginable. Or at least in every way
I
could imagine. His imagination seemed to know no bounds in terms of ways to abrade my flesh and then wait to see how long it would take for the marks to disappear. Each time he tested it, he told me he was checking to see just how far his shot would work, using me as an experiment of sorts. He’d used paddles, floggers, canes, whips—you come up with an implement with which to strike a body, and he’d used it on me a time or ten.

Each time, my skin would eventually turn red or blue or purple
, sometimes almost black. The marks never lasted more than a day, though. He assured me this was incredibly uncommon. If he’d struck a woman who had not been enhanced as I had with equal fervor, the skin would have broken completely, the lines wouldn’t have faded for weeks or months, and there would have been ugly bruises for a week or more.

Not so with me, though.

Granted, I still
felt
as though I had those marks and bruises and abrasions. They were just phantom pains, though, lingering soreness from a fleeting moment of ecstasy.

Yes, that’s right. Ecstasy. The more he caused me pain, the more
, the bigger, the harder I climaxed. Not only that, but my orgasms had taken to lasting for extensive periods. It wasn’t unusual anymore for one to last a half hour or longer, particularly if he was whipping me.

I’m not sure what it was about the whip, but that sting as it snapped into my flesh was the most exquisite
, erotic torture I’d ever known.

At the moment,
however, I wasn’t being whipped or spanked, or anything remotely euphoria-inducing. I was finishing my lunch of halibut, quinoa, and sautéed kale after an invigorating morning in the gym. Criss-crossing lines still covered my breasts from the sound thrashing he’d given me last night as I hung from the cross, but they’d faded to a lovely pink instead of the dark purple they’d started out as.

“Do you know what I have in store for you
tonight, slave?” he asked me after tracing some of those lines with the tips of his fingers, the gentle touch still more than enough to awaken the phantom soreness to the point I nearly moaned in pain and need.

“No, S
ir.”

My voice was permanently husky now, from all the screaming I’d done over the last month.
I’d finally resigned myself to the fact that it was best to call him Sir, like he demanded, about a week into my enslavement. He liked it, and anything I could do to please him helped me.

He smiled—a look that made him way too sexy for my own good—and flicked my nipple
with his fingertips until I gasped. “I have clients coming in from all over the world this afternoon. They’ll be here shortly for a demonstration of my products.”

There was no need for him to explain that
I
was the subject of the demonstration. That much was evident, given the fact that he’d injected me with most of those products.

I shivered slightly
at the thought, unable to cover myself since my arms and legs were bound behind me as they always were while we ate. How many of his clients would there be? How did he intend to provide them with a demonstration?

After setting his fork and knife down on the table next to his plate, h
e drew the tips of his fingers over my bare pussy lips in a lazy pattern that sent me into a tizzy of need. Instead of drawing closer and touching my clitoris, though, he pressed his fingers lower to push up against the dildos inside me, forcing them deeper inside my body until I hissed in a breath.

“I think,” he said slowly, “since
these clients have come in from all over the world, at a great cost, we ought to
really
give them what they came to see. After lunch I’m going to inject another dose of your sensitivity enhancer and the tightening solution. Doesn’t that sound good?”

Hot tears pricked
at the backs of my eyes at the thought, and even though I shook my head no, I said, “Yes, Sir.” That was what he expected of me, and it was always better to do what he expected.

He smiled at me then, which was a rarity. “Yes. It will be an experience no one will ever forget.” Then he winked and picked up his fork and knife again, returning his attention to his meal. “Eat up,” he said between bites. “It will be your last meal for a while. You won’t have time to eat. The only way you’ll stay nourished and hydrated is through intravenous fluids
, a feeding tube in your nose, and more cum than you’ve ever swallowed in your life…”

I knew better than to do anything less than take him at his word. If he said I wasn’t going to get to eat for a while, then it could be
a day or two before he put me back in my chair in the dining room. It might even be longer than that—a week or more—if he was planning to provide me nourishment through a feeding tube. I ate every bite on my plate, licking the china after all the morsels were gone so that I didn’t leave anything behind.

When he had finished with his meal, he unhooked me and carried me to the shower, then strapped me to the steel device which would hol
d me in place for more shots.

He started by removing the dildo in my ass and pressing an alcohol wipe inside me to rub against me. The cold, stinging sensation was nothing compared to the shot that followed. As soon as he’d administered it, he pushed the dildo back inside, deep and hard, holding it there while the walls of my ass tightened and squeezed it so hard I could do nothing other than blubber incoherent words of thanks. I was never allowed to argue against my treatment—only thank him for it and beg for more.

A moment later, he moved in front of me and repeated the process with my cunt. It only took about a minute after he’d returned the dildo to my pussy before it had tightened so much it felt like the dildo must be two feet long and six inches wide. Tears poured down my cheeks as fast as a waterfall.

His hot mouth came down on my clit while he knelt before me, tongue and teeth and lips tearing at it until I shuddered into a painful orgasm.

He kept licking and sucking and biting and tugging on my clit for what had to be ten minutes or more. When he backed away, it was so red and swollen, protruding from me so much I could see it just by looking down my body.

Then he returned with an alcohol wipe for it and a new shot.

My insides were cramping, clenching, aching so much I was sure I’d die. I cried so hard I couldn’t see through my tears, but I felt him moving between my legs again. Something hard, sharp, and metal pressed into my clit, poking through from one side all the way to the other.

I gasped for breath against the pain.

“This is a special little piercing,” he said, flicking against it. “It’s electrified and operates wirelessly. Any time I want, I can press a button—” he must have pressed it, because white heat shot straight through my whole body, originating at my clit— “and send you a jolt.”

I would have collapsed from the pain if not for the steel bars holding me up.

He stood and started the process on my right nipple, not stopping until he’d pierced it with an identical ring to the one in my clit. By the time he had pierced both nipples, I was on the verge of passing out from pain, yet the orgasm that had started when he was suckling my clit still hadn’t stopped.

Before he released me from the bars in the shower, he inse
rted a catheter into my urethra, put an IV port in my arm, and forced a feeding tube up my nose and down my throat. Finally, he injected the sensitivity shots into my clit and both nipples.

Then he carried me out into a hallway he had never allowed me to enter before. At least he didn’t make me crawl this time. I didn’t think I’d be able to, not after all the extra enhancements he’d just given me.

At the end of the long hall, he opened a huge, black door. My breath caught in my throat when he took me inside. Easily two hundred chairs or more were set up in a giant circle, surrounding a table in the center of the room. A spotlight shone down in the middle, highlighting ropes and other restraints hanging from the ceiling and coming up from the floor.

He carried me all the way to the center of the room and set me down on my knees. Immediately, he set to work restraining me. My arms were bound together at the elbows and wrists, and then drawn up over my head where a leather cuff came down over my hands and wrists. He messed with a pulley, and I was lifted up off the floor until even if I stretched, my toes wouldn’t reach. Still, he drew me higher, until my feet were at least six inches or more off the ground.

Then he put a spreader bar between my knees, and another between my ankles, both of them much longer than any he’d used on me before, forcing my legs wide so my sex was completely exposed and the muscles and tendons in my legs ached like crazy. He tugged the one between my ankles up behind me and back, fastening it into place so my back was arched in an insane angle. He lowered my arms slightly, drawing them forward, until both my head and my pussy and ass were at a good angle for fucking.