Her voice rings out as her body begins to shudder while she comes once more. He gently pulls her hair off her face and shoulders, gripping her cheeks. Snot and tears run down her bruised face. When you’re dehydrated and starving, you tend to bruise quicker than normal.
I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes before, but hers go blank. Just like that night on the yacht when I first touched her. She’s mentally checked out. Or she’s just high on the drugs and the orgasms. There’s no telling what they’ve done to her off camera that is contributing to her current state of mind.
“Eve?” he questions, glancing at her and then smiles proudly. “That’s what I want to see.” He reaches out and runs his knuckles over her latex-covered breast. “See? I knew you could do it, dolly. But this is a punishment. And the only way to learn from a punishment is to remember it.”
He turns and walks to a drawer. Opening it up, he removes a chain and gag. Standing in front of her, he orders, “Open wide.”
She does as she’s told. No fuss. No pleas. He gently places the gag between her dry and cracked lips, slipping it into her obedient mouth. Then he wraps the thick straps around her head and buckles it tight, the leather pinching her already sunken-in cheeks.
A black rubber tube with a bulb hangs off the front, telling me it’s an inflatable gag. He picks up the bulb and squeezes it in his hand. She doesn’t even act like she notices. Her once pretty green eyes remain vacant, but her body still trembles. It makes me wonder how many times she’s come since she was shoved into the room. Evan pumps it again, and she blinks, her body jerking involuntarily.
I’m afraid he’s going to cut off her air. Inflatable gags are no joke, and she’s not coherent enough to communicate if she’s able to breathe through her nose. Some can be filled so large that they block your airway, or she could gag, resulting in vomiting, which she could drown in.
Doing it once more, Evan’s finally satisfied when her cheeks are swollenand helps her to her feet, positioning her in the center of the room, turning her to face him. “Look at me, Eve.”
She stares at his T-shirt, eyes so empty she might as well be dead.
“Eve,” he growls.
Still nothing.
He angrily removes his belt from his belt loops and slaps her across her upper thighs. As the leather hits her latex-covered legs, her eyes widen, and she falls to her knees. All you can hear is the faint sound of a mumble through her gag. Inflatable gags make it damn near impossible to speak.
“There you are.” He yanks her up, and her wide eyes look around as if she doesn’t know where she is. She tries to talk, but drool is already running down her chin. No recognition of what just happened.
“You’ve got a butterfly gag in your mouth,” he informs her, and she tilts her head back as her throat works, trying to swallow. “It’s inflatable and very restrictive. You’ll have to breathe through your nose because the gag won’t allow it.”
Blinking rapidly, tears fall from her bottom lashes.
“You were a good girl just now, but you still have to be punished for that stunt you tried to pull.” He runs his knuckles over the bruises forming on her neck before removing a chain from his pocket and connecting it to her ring in her nose.
She shakes her head quickly, her body now trembling.
“No sudden movements, dolly. I’ve seen these ripped out before.” He gently pulls on the chain and her body bumps into his. He holds the chain tight to prove a point, his face inches from hers, and stares down at her. “It’s not pretty, and then I have to pierce you somewhere else.”
She stiffens, closing her eyes tightly.
He lets the chain go so it hangs down her chest and stomach. Then he reaches up to grab a chain that’s connected to a pulley system on the ceiling. He clasps it to the end of the one hanging from her nose ring and slowly lets it rise. The pulley tightens the slack, making her rise up onto her tiptoes, forcing her to arch her head back at an extreme angle. You can see the skin of her septum pulling from the position.
“I’m doing you a favor, Eve. I was planning on replacing that bull ring with a bigger gauge tomorrow anyway. A few hours like this, and it’ll stretch out nicely, so replacing it won’t hurt.” He gives her a smile. “As much.”
He then kneels, pulling chains that are connected to the floor and forcing her feet apart. Connecting the chains to the belts wrapped around her ankles, he forces her to keep her legs wide open.
She fights the belt around her wrists, and he pulls his cell out and turns up the vibrators once more. You can see her muscles flex through the latex. It’s so tight, making it a second skin.
He reaches up between her parted legs and unzips a short zipper thatruns from the front to back. Inserting his hand inside, he pushes on the toy in her pussy, making her shudder.
“Your viewers want to watch your cunt drip, dolly. Let them see how much you enjoy this.” He rises to his feet, running his wet finger up her sunken stomach and heaving chest, leaving a trail of wetness along her latex-covered body. “Pain and pleasure go hand and hand for many. We at Dollhouse hold ourselves to a high standard, and we produce the best of the best. You’re going to be the best for me, aren’t you, dolly?”
She can’t nod without pulling on the chain connected to her nose, so she just stares up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes.
He gives her a big smile before it quickly disappears, then he walks behind her. She tries to follow his movements, but all she can do is look up at the ceiling.
Stepping up to her back, he wraps his hands around her vulnerable throat, holding her body to his. She struggles, trying to breathe as her nose starts to bleed from the chain pulling on the piercing.
He lowers his head to her ear and speaks loud enough for the audience to hear. “Try to kill yourself again, and I will put you through hell, bitch. You think this hurts? You haven’t experienced the kind of pain I can make you feel. You will beg for death, and when I decide you’ve had enough, I’ll end your pathetic, useless life and chop you into pieces. I will then sell you off piece by piece, pound by pound for pennies, like a cow slaughtered for beef. Do you understand me?”
She blinks rapidly as tears run down her face because that’s all she can do.
