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her throb around unyielding metal at every beat. “Please take it out…”
    “Not until you come.” He leaned over her and kissed the back of her neck delicately. His hand caressed her outstretched arms. “You poor thing, all tied down and spread out and fucked. And I’m still not finished with you!” He tapped on the base of the probe; this time, the shockwaves of pleasure were mixed with pain and a steady sense of pressure.
    The discomfort did nothing to prevent the tingle from growing in her belly, spreading through her legs. Something had given way inside her, and she no longer even tried to resist. The tingle mounted quickly, and soon, with a will of their own, her hips were moving again.
    Even then, relief remained out of reach. He patted firmly, and she shook and trembled with longing. Tension coiled inside her, and would not let go. He gripped the end of the probe and thrust it in and out of her with long strokes, causing her to cry out at every thrust, and still it would not let go. She squeezed around the hard metal and pressed back to meet him, fucking herself on the invading probe, but her orgasm eluded her.
    “You still need more, don’t you, little whore? You can’t get enough.” He picked up the egg-shaped vibrator. “Let’s see if this does the trick.” Without preamble, he shoved it roughly inside her dripping snatch. She gasped and shook. Stars danced in her vision. He turned it on to its maximum setting, and resumed the hard, insistent fucking with the probe.
    She squirmed and screamed, feeling unbearably stuffed. She could feel the hard egg pressing against unyielding metal through a thin wall of flesh. The vibrations made the probe come alive; she contracted involuntarily around it, and cried out as the buzzing spread through her. The orgasm came, finally, rushing through her body like molten fire. As she clenched and tightened, pain lashed through her, too. She bucked her hips wildly and rode the wrenching waves of ecstasy to a place more intense than any she had ever known.
    When it was over, she crashed back to earth in a shock. Her shoulders burned from the way her arms were stretched over her. The thick metal object in her ass was a dull, ceaseless ache. The manacles bit into her wrists. “Please,” she whimpered, “it hurts.”
    He slid the probe out of her ass. She yelped as it came free. He turned off the vibrator, pulled it from her with a slurping sound. She made soft mewling noises as he unfastened her bonds, too weak to move. He sat on the floor beside the bed and drew her onto his lap; she curled up around him, and he held her silently for a long time.
    Finally, some small amount of strength flowed back into her. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, able at last to speak. “Why?”
    He brushed a stray hair away from her eyes, looked down at her. “Because I can.” He smiled. “Because you want it. Because your body likes being a fuck toy. Because I want to give you a life that is sexually fulfilling to you. Because you can only come if it’s rape.” He stood, drew her to her feet. “Now go shower and get cleaned up, little whore. The day is still young, and there’s more training yet to do. But first, we’re going shopping.”

Chapter 4
     
    Eileen stood in the shower for a long time with the water spraying over her body. She felt violated, used, unclean; her husband, the man to whom she had pledged her life, had inexplicably turned on her, demanded that she become his sex slave. She could still feel him inside her, taste him in her mouth, feel the hardness of the metal rod he had shoved in her ass. Her breasts ached where he had squeezed them so roughly. And more horrifying than any of this was the memory of how her body had responded…not one but two orgasms, wrenched from her body by the obscene things that he had done to her.
    Why had he done it? Why had her body betrayed her? The shame of her orgasms compounded the feeling of violation, made her feel even