Once home, Brittany ties me to the bed and quickly rolls off to sleep. As the hours tick by, I think about the day's events and how much further into the quicksand I have sunk. Her diabolical plan has been executed without a flaw. She found my skeleton, and then used it to build more skeletons. She has trained my body to demand sex all of the time. She uses my need to distract me from the rest of her plan. I am denied satisfaction for days on end. Even when I am allowed to cum, it is most often in the most humiliating ways. Building more skeletons.
I must stop this vicious cycle tomorrow. I will turn myself in and face the music, so-to-speak. I will march into the mayor's office and tell him exactly what has happened. I know I won't get my life back, but at least I will avenge the wicked treatment of this evil girl and start a new life somewhere else. Anything is better than this.
I fall to sleep with a grin of satisfaction on my face.
I awake in a haze, not quite understanding why I am so agitated. A long moan emerges from deep in my throat and I try to thrust my pelvis into the air. I can feel a chill sweeping across my body. It is taking a while for me to clear the cobwebs that cloud my thinking. My mouth is filled with a gag, I think, maybe a ring gag because I can stick my tongue through it. My clit, ass and nipples are on fire with stimulation. I moan again with the intensity of my need. GOD when will this end?!?
I try to jerk my arms down but find both are stretched almost painfully tight to the corners of the bed. I quickly realize that my legs are spread and tied to the other corners as well. In fact, I am stretched so tightly that it is painful. I try again to jerk my hips around, but I can't. Looking down my body, I shiver with the sight. My nipples and clit are both clamped with the maddening little vibrators and I am sure my ass is plugged with a vibrator as well. I can see wires trailing from each of the clamps to some kind of handheld computer-telephone, which is taped to the middle of the bed's footboard. My head falls back to the mattress as I realize that Brittany has rendered me completely helpless and is running her evil little program to keep me excited without orgasm.
My mind is clearing. The pure lust I feel pulsing through me is driving me nuts. I grunt and groan and thrash about, although my thrashing is severely limited. I feel sharp electric shocks attack my most sensitive spots. The shocks increase as I start to scream. The pain increases to a torturous level. I am silent for a second as I gather my breath and I find that the shocks stop, immediately. I realize that the shocks are noise controlled. I will have to remain as quiet as possible.
I pick up my head and look down again. My waist has been tied tightly and the ropes leading down the sides of the bed, no doubt tied to the bed frame. Looking further down, my thighs are tied and secured in the same fashion. She must have slipped me something to make me sleep, then secured me before she left for work. UGGGHHHHHHH!
I can see that she has somehow programmed the handheld with that blasted program that uses my vital signs to keep me on the edge without cumming. I stifle my groan as another wave of helpless lust washes over me. She will eventually drive me insane with these torments.
I am wallowing in my need when I am abruptly surprised by Brittany's voice. "Good morning, my pet!" she bellows though the handheld. "It's about time you have awoken. Sorry to keep you tied up today, but I figured that you had had enough and would have tried something stupid today. And it is much too early to end the fun, don't you think?"
I scream out at her as I try to move my arms to smash the handheld into a million pieces. Instead, I accomplish nothing but zapping my nipples and clit and ass with painful electrical pulses. I shut up immediately.
"That's a good little slut. Keep quiet and things will be much easier for you today. I will keep the phone on during my meeting with the mayor. Here we go," she says as I moan with need. I can here the clapping of her heels as she marches down the corridor, then the muted steps of the carpeted outer office of the mayor. She is quickly shown into the main office, greeting the mayor as the doors are closed.
"I once again want to congratulate you on a brilliant job," the mayor says. I have never heard the mayor so smitten with anyone like this before. The mayor then asks, "Without sounding too bold, I think that you will be key to my future political career. I know that you are still attending school, so we will need to wait until you receive your degree. How far off are you until you graduate?"
"I just received my degree. Although I just finished my second year, I took 24 credits per semester, plus 16 credits for each of the past two summers. My graduation became final last week. I graduated summa cum laude with a B.A. in business administration and a B.S. in computer science. The school had allowed me to take graduate level courses as well, so I am almost half-way towards my M.B.A. as well."
I was shocked. I had no idea she was this smart! I have been so distracted with her torment that I did not even see what was going on around me. And as I listen, I am kept on the edge. I suppress a loud moan as a wave of frustration rolls over me.
"Wow. What can I say Brittany? You are a special person...smart, creative, and certainly sexy!" he says with apparent joy. "I have not seen your boss for days. Have you heard from her?"
"She called in sick this morning. May I be frank with you, Mayor?" Brittany asks quietly. The pit of my stomach tightens as I dread what this little actress will say next.
"Everything is confidential in this room," he says with a lie. I know how some of the greatest leaks came from the mayor and his staff just minutes after a "confidential" meeting in this office.
"I fear that the Deputy Mayor is suffering from a minor break down. I think that the job places too high of demand on her. She has no social life after the loss of her dear husband. She just has work. She has not been getting things done, even with the massive hours she has been pulling. You have seen how harried she has been over the past month. Sometimes, she is almost out of breath from running around. I have had to cover for her time and time again, and I honestly believe that she is dropping the ball more often than we can afford." She proceeds to tell the mayor of the various screw-ups, which are lies and half-truths weaved into a tight, believable little story.
I scream out in a rage and I immediately feel the wrath of these fucking electrodes. I scream out again as the pain shoots through my nipples, clit and ass. It is her fault I am tired and extremely distracted while at work! I struggle to keep silent as I thrash in my bonds.
Brittany continues, "I talked with her this morning and she feels she needs a change. She wants to go on a two-week vacation to wind down, and then return in a role, which is not as stressful, one that allows her time to rebuild her life. I want to go with her on vacation to keep her company. When she returns, I ask that you keep her here to work with me. She will remain a very valuable asset as we develop your career."
I almost pull my arms out of their sockets as I struggle to get free. Loud grunts escape my throat, causing the electrodes to play their painful tune again. I just can't believe how helpless I am.
