“Yes.” I sighed.
Caleb’s mouth was achingly gentle, his tongue swirled around my taut flesh, no teeth, no violent sucking, just soft licks and kisses that made me want to touch him. As he repeated the process on the other breast, yet another jolt of electricity assailed my poor clit.
“Please!” I screamed behind the gag. “Please!”
He stood back until the pulsing stopped and I feared he would leave me again. I heard him unzip his pants and I had to stop myself from nodding fervently. Yes, I want this. Please, I want this. His fingers pulled down the gag and I immediately began begging him for respite.
“Master, please make it stop, let me come. I’ll be good. I swear. I’ll be good.” When he said nothing, I whimpered, “Caleb, please!” The heat of him radiated close to my face, followed by the soft press of his c**k against my lips. I didn’t hesitate; I opened my mouth and took him in.
Shocking realization hit me, this wasn’t Caleb. He felt all wrong in my mouth. I tried to pull back, but the stranger held the back of my head firmly in place – and despite my instincts, I didn’t actually want to bite him.
Another pulse hit and assaulted me from every conceivable angle. I moaned around the stranger while simultaneously trying to f**k the air and back away from him. I wasn’t as afraid as I should be. Perhaps it was because he f**ked my mouth slowly, without violence. Yes, the stranger made it obvious he wouldn’t allow me to turn away, but he was far from rough. The pulsing stopped and I let my hips drop to the table. I struggled to breathe steadily with the stranger’s c**k in my mouth. In the quiet stillness, I heard his soft, guttural moans as he glided in and out of my mouth.
He withdrew without coming and I immediately felt the awkwardness and shame I should’ve felt earlier settle to the forefront. I wanted to ask who the f**k he was. I wanted to scream for help, for Caleb, but I said nothing.
“Beautiful,” he said with a soft Spanish accent. My entire body blushed then. I could feel the warmth of it.
“Felipe?” I asked timidly, on the verge of fresh tears.
“Yes, my sweet girl, but you should not speak unless you are asked,” he said gently. “I know your Master has tried to teach you better. Still, I can’t blame him for being so lenient with you. I let Celia get away with too much,” he chuckled. “Though, I don’t know why he allows you to use his name. It’s so intimate. Are both of you intimate?” I didn’t reply. I was in too much shock. “Answer,” he said softly. I opened my mouth then, but the only thing to come out was a long, throaty moan as the electricity once again assaulted me. He stepped away and there was a clicking sound. The pulsing stopped.
“Oh! God!” I moaned. “Thank you!” My heart didn’t have a chance to slow down.
Felipe’s fingers stroked the inner lips of my pu**y almost immediately. I tried to shift away, but all I managed was to move my hips up and down which seemed only to further his efforts. A stutter of “No’s” flowed out of me when I felt one of his fingers trying to worm its way inside me, but he quickly silenced me with a firm tap on the side of my face and an equally firm call for silence. It didn’t hurt, but it was effective.
“I’m only looking,” he said. He pushed against something painful inside of me. I started to cry and much to my relief, the finger withdrew.
I wanted Caleb. How could he leave me here like this?
“You get really wet for a virgin,” he said, and again my body flushed with heat and embarrassment. “Nothing wrong with that though.” Was he smiling? Fear tapped across my insides. I hoped this man would leave soon and Caleb would come back to let me go. A long silence followed, punctuated by my low sobs, and occasional intake of breath as I tried to keep my crying quiet.
Finally, he spoke, “Don’t worry, sweet girl. I’ll be gone soon and I won’t hurt you. I was only curious. Perhaps, when your real master allows it, I can better explore my curiosity.” I tried to focus on the fact he’d said he wouldn’t hurt me and sighed with relief, willing myself to calm and let the tears dry away.
“Caleb is very…enamored of you,” he said and laughed low. It seemed a private joke I was not privy to. “Do you love him?” he asked casually.
I didn’t respond. I was too tired, shocked, and scared to answer.
“I could always reconnect the machine,” he said.
“No!” I shouted before I could stop myself.
“I thought you might say that,” he said.
“I don’t know,” I whispered.
“Explain.”
“I’ve never been in love before. I wouldn’t know.”
Felipe guffawed, “Everyone knows, my dear. You know. Do you love him or not?”
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know enough about Felipe to guess whether or not he meant me or Caleb any harm. Aside from Celia, I was never alone with anyone but Caleb.
“Do you love, Celia?” I asked instead.
Felipe sighed, “Clever, girl. Answer a question with a question and you can never say the wrong thing. Regardless, I have my answer. It’s a pity he doesn’t know it.”
“He does,” I whispered.
Felipe laughed loudly, “One would think! Do you know how I met Celia?”
I shook my head.
“She is the daughter of my former rival. Many years ago, when I decided to make my name, I went up against her father and won. As a trophy…I took Celia.” His voice turned soft. “She hated me for many years and I was not always so kind to her. Now…not a moment goes by I do not wish I could take back wasted time. I spoil her.”
“By letting her clean your house and be your slave?” I said, incredulous.
“I see why Caleb is so drawn to you. You’re the type of woman who begs to be bridled and yet refuses to yield. Such women are the nectar of life,” he said. “Believe me, Celia is quite happy. I give her everything she needs and more than she desires.”
I kept my mouth shut and let Felipe have it his way.
“Will you allow Caleb to sell you?” he asked.
“I don’t have a choice,” I whispered.
“To live as a slave or to die by one’s own terms is always a choice, sweet girl,” he whispered. “Perhaps you should remind your current master.”
“Why do you say, my current master?”
“Didn’t Caleb tell you? Rafiq arrives tomorrow. I suspect you’ll both be leaving us very soon. It’s a pity though, I begrudgingly admit I’ve enjoyed having you both around. Caleb is an interesting man, a bit…drastic, but interesting nonetheless.”
I felt as though someone had punched me in the stomach and knocked the air out of my lungs. Rafiq was coming for me and Caleb wasn’t going to stop him. It was over. I’d lost.
“Let me go,” I whimpered. “Please, help me.”
Felipe sighed, “I’m afraid it isn’t possible, sweet girl. Rafiq…well, let me just say, he does not take kindly to betrayal.”
As I tried to process what he was telling me, I heard his steps and cringed when he set the wet gag back into place and secured it firmly. I panicked when the coldness of the cables ran up along my body. I didn’t want the clamps back on my ni**les. I struggled with all my might. My torso was relatively free, so it was with some difficulty he held me down with his weight to replace the clamps.
“No!” I screamed in frustration, but there was only his soft laughter in response.
“I’m sorry sweet girl, but I can’t have your master find you in a different position. It’s rude.”
I whined pitifully. I had finally come down from my heightened arousal, my clit ached, and my ni**les too – but I had been glad to feel somewhat normal again. I wasn’t sure I could handle more torture.
“I’ll give you a gift before I go,” said Felipe.
I shook my head passionately, but it didn’t stop him from placing his hand between my legs and caressing me. My body stilled, and against my wishes, he stoked the flame of my desire, in no time making it burn hotly once more. Soon, I pressed myself toward him, looking for the release I needed so desperately. And finally, he sent me over the edge. He rubbed me harder and faster, and I screamed as my orgasm ripped me apart. I wanted more. As starved as I was, the powerful orgasm did little to ebb my passion. It was with deep dread, I realized he was replacing the clamp taken from my clit. I begged for him not to do it.
Within moments of him leaving, my torture began anew.
It was a very long time before the door opened again and this time, I wasn’t going to simply be content with physical release. Unless of course, physical release included punching Caleb in the stomach and then raping him into oblivion.
I growled when I heard footsteps coming near me, secretly praying it was Caleb I was directing my wrath toward and not another uninvited visitor. One smug laugh later, I knew it was him. I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of relief.
“How’re you feeling, Pet?” I would’ve liked to spew invective at him just then, but the machine went off again and it was all I could do to hold in my screaming. Over the course of the night, the charges had become less frequent. I wondered if it had been a mercy my mysterious visitor had imparted. Regardless, the pulses were powerful, and it had been going on for hours. They were both pleasurable and painful, with increasing tendencies toward the pain. When the charge finally released me I couldn’t help but sob softly behind the drenched gag in my mouth.