Elicitation by William Vitelli Read Free Book Online

motions, he buckled a thick, heavy cuff around each of her thighs, then hooked a length of chain from each cuff to the foot of the bed to hold her in place. He pulled the chains tight, forcing her legs apart as she knelt.
    “Wha…” she choked. More white goo spilled out of her mouth, soaking into the sheets. “What are you going to do to me?”
    He did not respond, but instead adjusted the length of the chains attached to the head of the bed and connected them again to the cuffs on her wrists. With quick, businesslike motions, he pulled the chains tight. When he finished, she was chained to the foot of the bed, bent over, knees on the floor, body flat on the bed, arms stretched over her head, legs wide, face down. He knelt beside her, running his hands over her back.
    “I am going to train you,” he said. His hands caressed her softly, gently, a stark contrast to the roughness with which he’d raped her. “I am going to teach your body to accept whatever I do to it.” His hands moved over the curve of her butt. He slipped his fingers between her cheeks and gently pried her open. The tip of his index finger lightly touched the entrance to her anus. “That includes right here.” He increased the pressure very slightly, felt her muscles close to keep him out.
    “No!” She screamed and struggled violently against her bonds, panic lending her strength. “Not that. Not there. Please, please, I’m begging you, no!”
    He laughed and stood. “Now what kind of sex slave would you be if you didn’t take it in the ass?” He opened the leather case and brought out a small padded leather satchel. He set it down on the bed next to her and flipped it open. Neatly arranged inside were seven dull gray metal rods, blunt-tipped, each about six inches long, slightly curved, each ending in a flared round base. They were fitted into the satchel in small leather loops, in order of increasing diameter, the smallest about as big as a pencil, the largest nearly three inches wide. He caressed the largest one in its case. “By the time our honeymoon is over, you’ll be taking this one easily.”
    “No! Please, you’ll ruin me!”
    “Shh. Nonsense.” He resumed stroking and massaging her back. “You’re not made of silly putty. Your body just needs to be trained to accept it, that’s all.” His voice was soothing. “I’m not going to make you take the biggest one today. Now try to relax. It will go easier if you relax.”
    “No, please,” she whimpered, “I’m not one of those…I’m not that kind of girl…”
    “What kind of girl is that?” he asked, amused. He continued the massage tenderly. “The kind of girl who gets it up the ass? You are now. By the time your training is done, you’ll even enjoy it.” His hands kept working, pressing and kneading her shoulders and back. Soon, she felt a kind of numb helplessness set in; her struggles ceased, and she relaxed beneath his touch.
    “There, that’s better.” He picked up a tube from the case, She felt his fingers spread her ass cheeks, felt the cool wet slickness as he squeezed the lube generously down the cleft of her ass. He removed the smallest probe from the case. Her breath quickened with fear, and she flinched as he pressed the blunt end of the probe against the entrance to her anus.
    “Don’t fight it,” he said. She tensed and braced herself, expecting him to shove it in, but that hard push didn’t come. Instead, he pressed gently, working the probe back and forth in tiny motions. His other hand slipped between her legs, and his fingers stroked her pussy. “You are very wet, little whore. Your body likes this.”
    She made a small sound of denial. He kept stroking, working his fingers patiently over the most sensitive parts of her body. The minutes ticked by. He held the probe against her anus, steady, unhurried, waiting for the inevitable. Wetness dripped around his fingers. He slid the tip of one finger directly over the hard nub of her clitoris