Fingers slide into my pussy, pushing inside and against the still vibrating egg. I thought it had stopped. I thought… I groan, my breath catching in my throat. Instead of pulling away, I push into the fingers, vying for more, deeper thrusts, anything that will make whateverthatfeeling was happen again.
“See? I knew you’d like it, slut.”
Then the fingers are gone. The paddling starts again, and all I can think about is those leather-clad fingers inside me, pushing into me, the pressure and the fullness they create. And without even trying, my body is already working its way back up toward a pinnacle of orgasm that I can’t escape. I’ll never be able to escape this.
I pull at the pillory, tugging and twisting where my wrists are to try and get out. I just need to see who took me. I need to know what’s going to happen next, to know what I’m going to feel. My heart races as I try my damnedest to break the hold the restraints have on me.
Because I need to escape.
I need to get away.
The fingers are back inside me, pulsing and pushing in deeper. I groan, pushing into the pillory at the onslaught, the change in pace and sensations move from pain to pleasure. I just can’t get a grasp on what’s happening. I can’t escape this.
I asked for it.
“Fight me, slut, and I’ll win. Every time.”
Chapter 12
December 3
The box is barely bigger than my hand. I stare at it oddly, looking around the backyard as if I can see who dropped it off, but I can’t. One hour, nearly on the dot, I found it, but there’s no sign that anyone had come into the yard to drop it off.
“What’s that?” Reik asks.
“Nothing, just something I left outside.” I scurry past him and through the kitchen into the living room and straight up to the spare bedroom. It’s become my haven now, and I spend more time in here than anywhere else in the house.
Ripping into the box, I find a small device that looks like a hearing aid. The tube is clear, and the part that goes over the back of the ear matches my skin color. I dip my hand deeper into the box and find a cheap cell phone and a small piece of paper folded with a typed message on it.
If you want to play a game…
Let me put it in you.
I shiver. Using my thumbnail, I hit the small switch on the ear device and then slide it over my right ear. And then I turn the cell phone on and wait. My breath is high in my chest, just wondering exactly what’s going to happen next. But I’m greeted with silence.
In the phone is only one contact with BandAid42 as the name attached to it.
Biting my lip, I text.
Lizzie
Hello
BandAid42 never said anything about there also being a microphone on the ear device, so I can only imagine that’s what the phone is for. Text here to communicate back but listen on the ear device whenever I’m given a command. I glance toward where I know the camera is in the spare bedroom and point to my ear, as if I need to make it very obvious that I have the damn thing in.
“Do you want to play a game?” The mechanical voice startles me. I expected a person, but this is more computer than person. Which begs the question, have I been talking to a bot this entire time? Just a really well-trained one?
Lizzie
Are you real?
“Yes,” the voice echoes in my ear.
My heart thunders. I tuck my hair behind my ear and look around the room as if someone is going to be standing right there with me, but I’m alone.
Lizzie
How do I know you’re real if I can’t find anything about you?
