Rychor strode to the middle of the room and motioned to them. Sounds were exchanged between them, and Sonya despaired when the attendants shifted their gaze—almost disbelieving—in her direction. Rychor was obviously giving them instructions that they hadn’t expected. She glanced at the closed door, and Rychor followed her gaze, before smoothly instructing one of the attendants to do something. Within moments, she knew what it was: three heavy thuds in quick succession and a change in the color of the lights on the door indicated that it had been locked.
One of the attendants quickly shuffled out of the chamber through a different door and returned a short time later carrying what looked to be a steel bar with wrist restraints attached.
Sonya turned to look at Rychor with wide eyes. “I-I promise I won’t do that again,” she said. She didn’t know what that was for, but she didn’t want to find out.
“I am sure of it,” Rychor said. He took the bar from the attendant, reached up to the ceiling of the cave and attached it to a hook embedded into the stone. He held out a hand in her direction.
She glanced at the attendants. All three were standing with their hands folded over their laps, staring at her. Did they know what awaited her, she wondered? Did they know what Rychor was planning? Were they relishing it? Would they share the details of this lewd show over dinner later with their friends?
You have no choice. Submit and you have a chance of getting out of here.
Her shoulders fell. This would have to be her mantra from here on in. The only way to win the headgame. To steel herself for whatever they might do to her so that she could have a hope of one day leaving. Still covering herself, she walked over to where Rychor was standing and took his hand.
He raised it gently to the bar and slapped the cuff around her wrist.
His gentleness was reassuring. Not a cruel tug meant to inflict pain. She dared to hope it was driven by compassion.
He took her other wrist and did the same. Then he spun the bar so she was forced to stand facing the audience of three by the examination table. He did not step around, remaining instead behind her as he spoke.
He used language she could understand this time. “Stimulator,” he said.
The attendant who had brought in the steel bar grabbed a foot-long wand with a bulbous head at the end and walked it over to Rychor.
Her eyes widened as she watched the exchange. The thing looked like a…vibrator. She drew in a sharp breath as Rychor came up close behind her, the hard wall of muscle of his abdomen pressing against her back. He drew the wand up so the fat head was less than an inch away from her stiff right nipple.
“You will learn that I have other ways of encouraging good behavior. Pain is only one tool. The other is pleasure.”
She gasped again as he pressed the device against her breast. It emitted no sound and didn’t move. But an intense wave of pleasure instantly flooded through her nipple and down into her core. It felt like the thing was pinching, heating, and caressing her all at once. The feeling was sharp but shifting, like someone fondling her through water, then entering her body and plucking at invisible cords connecting all of her sexually pleasing pressure points. The vibration traveled a path through her nipples, directly to the center of her legs.
Her mouth fell open, and her eyes went wide. It was such an intense, sudden jolt of undiluted pleasure that she gasped. She recalled the first time she had used a vibrator to masturbate—a small, bullet-sized device she had placed against her clit. The sudden pleasure had been so intense it was close to pain, and she had pulled it away in shock immediately.
This sensation was as painfully pleasurable as that, but it hadn’t even been applied to her clit. And Rychor didn’t pull it away. She heard herself making sounds that she couldn’t control, felt herself twisting in an effort to avoid the vibrator, and hoping it wouldn’t stop, all at the same time.
As Rychor twisted the device, it intensified. The pleasure gripped her so completely that her stomach muscles started convulsing, her breath moving in and out of her in jerky gasps as her core heated. She felt like her insides were melting down into a liquid of erotic sensations, and welling from the tender flesh between her legs.
It flooded her senses and almost made her forget about the three watching her. Not quite. Lurking beneath her dizzying pleasure was the embarrassment of being spectated in such an intimate and compromising position. Even if they were aliens, they were still seeing her at her most vulnerable, chained and helpless to resist whatever Rychor decided to do to her.
It frightened and aroused her all at once. As he twisted the bulb again, all of that disappeared. The only thought she could hold in her mind was how overwhelmingly delicious the sensation from the wand felt. She felt a climax ballooning inside her. Her eyes darted from her chest to her observers and back again. She gasped, then let out a breathy squeal. Her toes curled in.
“Oh god… please… please…” she begged. “I’m going to…”
Rychor twisted the device again.
She felt her womanhood contract, lubricant spilling from between her legs as she tipped over the edge. Pleasure drenched her mind. She vaguely heard herself scream, but the sound seemed far away. The focus of her concentration was on the throbbing between her legs. The only thing detracting from it was the emptiness she felt inside herself. It shocked her to think it—that, on some level, her body craved being filled, being dominated in the most truly intimate way.
Even as her pleasure waned, Rychor kept the bulb in place.
It drove her up onto her toes, staring at his big hand just inches from her breast.
God, I want to feel him touch me.
That shocked her even more. She gasped, then squealed when she felt like she couldn’t take another second of the sensation.
Rychor seemed to sense her anguish. He twisted the bulb the other way, then slowly pulled the device away.
She sagged, putting her full weight on her wrists in the cuffs. Panting, her chin was against her chest as she tried to catch her breath again. The knowledge that there were others watching this slowly crept back in until her embarrassment was a heavy ball filling her gut.
Rychor stepped away from behind her.
