Elicitation by William Vitelli Read Free Book Online Page A

until she moaned. The sound rang in her ears, and she flushed, humiliated by the way her body had turned on her. Butterflies danced in her stomach. Ashamed, she felt her hips rocking back to meet his fingers.
    He slowly increased the pressure on the rigid metal probe. She felt her sphincter muscles twitch; then, suddenly, they opened, and the probe slipped in. She cried out at this new and unfamiliar violation. The probe penetrated her deeply, without resistance, until it had slid in all the way to the base.
    “Good. That’s good. Doesn’t that feel nice, little whore?”
    She buried her face in the sheets, shoulders shaking with her sobs. The inflexible metal probe was an alien invasion, cold and smooth and unyielding, that she could not escape. The worst thing of all, though, was that it did not hurt. She’d expected it to hurt, wanted it to hurt, to reassure her that she wouldn’t like it, that she was not the kind of person who would enjoy the feeling of something in her ass. The idea that she might like it was too much to bear; her tears soaked the smooth white sheets.
    His fingers continued their relentless stroking. She tried to bury her face more deeply, pressing her head further down between her outstretched and bound arms. He patted the probe shoved so obscenely up her ass; the sensation took her breath away. He smiled.
    “It does feel good, doesn’t it? It’s okay, little whore. You can enjoy it. It’s not your fault. You have no choice.” He patted the end of the probe faster, rapid little taps that sent ripples of pleasure spreading through her. She trembled and moaned again through her tears.
    He slowly worked his fingers away from her pussy, tapped harder still on the end of the probe. A little jolt like an electric shock accompanied each tap. Her chest tightened. The tingle became a need, tinged with desperation; she felt wetness roll down her thigh, and she pushed her hips back, frantic, longing to feel his fingers again, finding only empty air.
    His steady tapping on the thin, hard probe became maddening. She whimpered and thrust back against it in desperate need. He held her there, just a hair’s breadth away from release, but it would not come. She rocked her hips in short, sharp jerks, feeling inflexible metal inside her with every motion, and still it would not come.
    “You love this, don’t you? Are you going to come for me, little whore?”
    “I can’t!” she wailed.
    “Hm. Maybe you need more.” He stopped patting and slid the probe quickly out of her. She twisted and cried out and gyrated her hips uselessly, clenching around the emptiness. He chuckled at her distress. “Calm down. Don’t worry, I’m going to give you what you need. Now let’s see.” He opened the satchel again, and his hand hovered over the next larger probe. He hesitated, then passed it over, chose the one next to it. “Your body seems to like this. Let’s see how far we can push it.”
    He picked up the lube, squeezed another generous dollop on her ass, worked it in with his fingers. She whimpered and moaned and pushed herself back against him. He chuckled again. “This will be a lot better than fingers. You’ll see.”
    He picked up the probe he’d chosen, roughly an inch in diameter, and slid it between her ass cheeks. He positioned the smooth, round end against the entrance to her anus, and pressed his hand flat against the small of her back to hold her still. “Hold on, here it comes!”
    He gave her a brief moment to prepare, then pushed, hard. She threw back her head and shrieked as her anus stretched around it. “Stop! It hurts!”
    He ignored her, pressed steadily until it had impaled her up to the base. He held it there, allowing her body time to adapt to the invasion, and stroked her hair gently. “There, now. Doesn’t that feel better?”
    She panted and gasped. The initial shock of pain at the penetration faded, leaving a stretching and a sense of fullness behind. Her heart pounded, making