A Torture Device

In the face of the ridiculous, there is only one response.

"What. Is. That."

A pause punctuated each word while Jenna's eyebrows had climbed high on her forehead. Yet she felt that the combination still didn't show enough incredulity. Not if she was to go on the massive grin that Mark sported. The neatly tagged bag was off to the side while the object laid on his palm. The mere fact that he had tagged the bag was ridiculous enough on its own, but the thing pulled out from it was something else entirely.

"Guess."

A single word with a tone that held barely held the restrained glee at bay, Mark's grin grew even wider as he turned the thing in his hands. Every horrible angle was shown off as it spun. The bag was face down so that not even the label could give a clue. Mark was careful like that. He knew full well that her eyes were drawn to the contraption.

Two curved metal bars laid on top of each other while at each end the bars bent backward sharply to the hinges that held it all together. At the left side of the contraption, the metal bars flattened out and twisted away from each other, the 'handles' large enough to squeeze with your fingers. On that same side, the hinge showed the teeth of a gear, ensuring that the bars could be locked in position.

A deadpan tone and the flattest look she could muster were Jenna's answer to dissuade Mark from the ideas he must have had. Ideas that she knew involved both her, the contraption, and close physical contact.

"A Victorian torture device?"

The lackluster answer failed in its intent, and Mark laughed. A loud bark of a laugh that made Jenna wince at the sting in her ears, if not the indication that she wouldn't get away that easily.

The device stilled in his hands while Mark explained. "Very funny. This is a dental gag meant to hold your mouth open." With two fingers, he pressed down on either flat end and the two metal bars opened up with an ominous clicking as the pin settled into each new slot to ensure the bars couldn't fall shut.

A horrified fascination filled her as Jenna watched it open to resemble a gaping maw, only missing the teeth. The metal maw stretched so far that her jaws began to ache at the mere sight. Her gaze flitted between the device and Mark's animated expression as a cold weight settled into her stomach. Only half of his explanation made it through while a familiar tingle played against the base of her spine.

Jenna ran her tongue over dry lips. "Still looks like something a dentist from a horror story would use."

Despite the bland tone she affected, Jenna's stomach squirmed at the sly grin Mark flashed her. "Then we're in luck. I'm not a dentist, and the dreams that feature my handsome visage," An elaborate flourish of Mark's right hand to indicate himself still couldn't tear her eyes away from his. "Are most definitely not nightmares."

Those pretentious words lightened the weight in Jenna's chest, and she laughed. A slight shake of her head while she looked at Mark through half-lidded eyes with an amused curl to her lips while she spoke. "And what makes you think that you show up in any of my dreams?"

The gag was laid to the side as Mark smiled at her, "Oh, that's easy" a flash of genuine mirth in his eyes before he surged forward. Both of Marks' hands clamped around her wrists as he pushed Jenna's back against the wall. Their lips met in an almost bruising kiss, molding against each other as Jenna fought his grip. Their kiss slowed from a frenzied motion to something deeper. Jenna's struggles lessened as Mark pressed against her, dragging her hands down to fold them behind her back.

Jenna's struggles had lessened, but that didn't mean she'd let him win. Every inch her arms dropped was hard won. Experience had already taught her that Mark wasn't the best at multi-tasking, he'd lose in the end. With a quick motion, he sucked Jenna's lower lip into his mouth and she was startled in surprise when Mark ran his tongue over Jenna's lip. The battle for her arms had turned in his favor, but was lost to her when Mark bit down on her lip. A sharp pain that made Jenna gasp.

With her hands held trapped in the small of her back, Jenna could feel Mark's smug smile against her lips. With a huff, she broke the kiss and felt his lips trace along her cheek to just below her ear. Jenna pushed back against Mark with her shoulder as she tried to get space. One of his hands held onto Jenna's wrists while the other crept up her back. A brief pause as Mark rested his hand just beneath her shoulder blades while Jenna continued to evade every kiss he tried to give. Missing his mark didn't mean much to him though, instead he pressed the kiss against her skin as Mark tried again and again.

Mark's fingertips pressed against her back and she tried to squish them against the wall. Despite the pressure, Mark moved his hand up to Jenna's hair, forcing her head to turn. There was just a flash of his teeth before their lips met again. There was nothing she could do to twist away and Jenna's heart beat against her ribs as their tongues met in the middle.

When Mark finally drew back from her to rest his forehead against hers, their breath mingled as Jenna panted. "That's why I know they're wonderful dreams. That heavy breath and the fact that you let me do any of this." At the end of his sentence, Mark bent down and planted a peck on her lips, just a short sweet kiss that she should have denied. A turn of her head as she had done before. Instead, when his lips met hers, Jenna couldn't help but press back against him.

The smug satisfaction practically oozed from him, and Jenna huffed. Mark spoke with a laugh. "Now for the fun stuff." The hand that had been in her hair picked up the dental gag and Mark held it up with a glint in his eye. "Open up."

Trapped against the wall with her wrists still held within Mark's grasp, Jenna broke out in a cold sweat. The ominous steel gag came closer and she tried to duck away. Jenna's heart thudded so loudly in her ears that she could hardly hear herself stumbling over her words before stopping altogether. "I don't know if."

Mark paused. He looked down at her with an eyebrow crooked as he spoke slowly. "I thought you wanted to try new things? If it's too much, you can always use the Orange word."

That struck a chord within her. Even before they had ever started flirting with each other, Mark had explained the safe words and different systems used to ensure consent. He had always used two words. An Orange one to slow down and a Red one to stop completely. The word flashed in her mind, clear as day 'Mercy'. Even the first syllable was enough. She knew he'd back down. But that was a power she didn't want to use for something like this. Not when a part of her didn't want to give in, no matter how frightening that thing looked.

"I won't even be able to say anything with that thing in my mouth." The objection came easily, out before she even knew it. Jenna shifted on her feet, uncomfortable with the position and that thing looming before her while she knew that the words were just an excuse. Something to cover her nerves that stood ready to run for the hills.

But Jenna's eyes widened when Mark let her go and took a step back. An easy smile played on his lips while he placed the gag to the side of them, laying it on top of the dresser.

"There's an easy fix for that. Repeat after me." With another grand flourish, Mark raised his hand in the air as Jenna looked on. With a cough and a waggle of his fingers for a prompt, Jenna followed his lead, albeit, with a roll of her eyes, her hands were raised. Despite that, Mark continued to smile while he spoke low with a warm tone. "And now, this." At the last word, he snapped his fingers twice on both hands, prompting Jenna to do the same with a raised brow. "Good, now you have a nonverbal safe word. Twice for Orange, three times for Red."

The cold pit loomed in her stomach, filling her with doubts and fears at placing so much trust in him. Never mind that she'd laid cuffed and tied on his carpet the last time. At least then she still had her bravado. Jenna's eyes fell on the gag lying innocently on the dresser. And she nibbled on her lip. With thumb and forefinger, Mark grasped her chin and forced her gaze back to him before he spoke again.

"I'll always make sure that you have at least one way of using the safe word."

Jenna's eyes flitted back and forth between each of Mark's as indecision warred inside. Trust had always been a difficult thing, and to put that much into someone else was hard to do. A deep breath settled in her stomach. The fingers that held her chin were a warm comfort that she clung to. Pushing that breath out when she could no longer hold it, Jenna spoke just one word.

"Okay."

For a moment longer, Mark searched her eyes until he found the strength and surety within her. Mark took the gag in hand, twisting the metal instrument between his fingers before he held it up as an offering. With her eyes locked on his, Jenna opened her mouth just enough for the metal bars to fit inside. One last searching look before Mark placed it between her teeth. The first impression was far less daunting than she had imagined, just a faint taste of rubber. Of course, that didn't last.

Mark pressed down on both handles and Jenna let out a squeak of surprise as her jaws were forced apart while a clicking echoed in her ears. Her mouth opened wider with each click of the gear resonating in her ears. Click-click-click. With her eyes screwed shut, Jenna grabbed hold of Mark's shirt and clung to him as a light burn erupted in her jaws. The clicking finally stopped and Jenna drew a series of heavy breaths. The sound resonated between them as everything else quieted.

When Jenna opened her eyes, she found Mark looking down at her with rapture in his eyes. The backs of his fingers stroked against her cheek as Mark whispered. "Beautiful."

One arm slung around Jenna, keeping her trapped as Mark traced the metal bars with his finger. A light touch that dipped down to her lip. Jenna shivered when she felt him trace the edges of her lips that somehow felt so much more sensitive than ever before. When his finger slid over the inside of her lip, Jenna flinched and let out a heavy breath.

Lost in his exploration, Mark let an absent-minded whisper escape. "Of course, when your mouth is held open like this, you can't stop me from taking advantage."

When his words penetrated the haze that had filled her mind, Jenna's eyes widened before his fingers slid inside. She gave a noise of protest, not words but a sound. One that could do nothing to stop him as Mark followed the edges of her teeth. She squirmed against him as Mark continued to explore her mouth at his leisure while her pleas came out as incoherent mewls.

With a deft move, Mark used one hand to tilt Jenna's head back while with the other he grasped her tongue between thumb and forefinger. Jenna froze as he pulled until her tongue could stretch no further. With a devilish glint in his eyes, Mark lowered his head down to her until his tongue met hers.

Stunned, she did nothing when Mark's fingers dropped away and Jenna felt his tongue twist around hers. A slow, sensual movement as Mark explored her in a languid fashion. Everything else had fallen away as Mark brought a hidden moment out to the light of day without a care for her embarrassment. He traced around the edges of her before the tip of Mark's tongue traced a path along the underside of hers to the very tip. Jenna felt him discover every bump and groove as the wetness spilled down her lips to her chin. When Mark finally drew back, she was left panting with her eyes closed and tongue stuck out.

With the back of his hand, Mark wiped away the excess saliva that had dribbled down. "What a delicious little snack."

Jenna flushed at his words while she drew her tongue back in. A needy whine came from the back of her throat and her cheeks grew darker.

Mark spoke with a smirk on his lips. "Another benefit, you learn to communicate in different ways when you can't speak."

At that, Jenna narrowed her eyes at the giant that held her before she stamped her foot down on his toes. Mark swore, low and heartfelt, as he let go. As she moved away from him, her fingers danced over the contraption that held her mouth open. Jenna's brow furrowed while she tried to figure out the mechanism, but before she managed the release a large hand gripped her wrist. Jenna turned to find Mark with a sardonic grin, while a finger wagged before her eyes.

"Naughty, naughty. That is a no-no."

With her wrist still firmly in his grasp, Mark swung Jenna around until the both of them tumbled onto the bed. Deft fingers grasped the edge of her shirt before it was wrenched upwards, to Jenna's shock her bra followed the shirt over her head. The combined cloth held Jenna's wrists high above her head despite her struggles as Jenna's arms were pinned down with only one of his hands. The other drew lazy circles over her side and upper body with Mark pushed up against her, one of his knees planted on the bed, right between her legs and pushing against panties that she realized were soaked through. It was obvious that he was taking advantage of enjoying the sight of her in such a position.

The position that Mark held her in forced Jenna to arch her back as if she were presenting her breasts to him of her own volition. To her chagrin, Jenna could even feel the effect of the rough treatment on her stiff nipples. With her mouth stretched open as it was, she could do nothing but pant as Mark continued to draw lazy circles on her skin.

"Good thinking to have unhooked that pesky thing when I had you against the wall, if I do say so myself." Mark looked down at her. His gaze flicked briefly from her exposed breasts to her eyes before it moved back down again. "Of course, it's not as if you can say so at the moment."

Jenna fought against his grip and brought the full force of her withering glare on him. If her narrowed eyes had been capable of it they would have shot lightning to such a degree that thunder would crash overhead. As it was, her most ferocious glare did nothing but make Mark chuckle, which added insult to injury.

It was an idle tone he affected, as if he were speaking about nothing more than the weather. In the few months they'd known each other, he had affected that tone from time to time and it had never boded well for her, even though it did always lead to interesting times.

"I don't think you really understand your position right now." A trickle of fear ran down her spine at the first hints of his teeth showing. "Let me show you."

Fingers that had been occupied with idle swirls and dips along her body pushed upwards with a pressure that bordered on painful. Jenna managed to hold her glare for a few seconds more before those same fingers delved into her open mouth. With her eyes screwed shut, a guttural protest resounded through the room, but Mark took no notice of it as those digits conquered Jenna's mouth.

Before it had been an exploration, gentle touches that showed her how careful those long fingers could be. Before there had been goosebumps and a thrill of butterflies in her stomach with a hint of her restrained moans. The gentleness had made her realize just how sensitive her lips could be.

Now Jenna squeaked and pleaded with inarticulate noises as Mark stole whatever innocence her mouth may have held.

Those fingers pushed against the insides of her cheeks and swiped over her teeth. They swirled around her tongue, even though Jenna tried to push it flat against the bottom of her mouth. Mark simply tugged it back into place for him to enjoy. With a short peek, Jenna saw that there were only two fingers that went to the second knuckle. But it felt as if Mark were delving the whole length of them into her mouth. She could do nothing but squirm underneath him while their positions made her slit grind up against Mark's leg. The skirt and panties were wholly inadequate as Mark continued to prove that she could do little to stop him from taking what he wanted.

The butterflies had turned into a swirling firestorm that spread throughout her body, a storm that concentrated in her core as Mark pressed his thigh harder against her crotch. And a moan with no tone or restraint upon it came from her, a long drawn-out thing that made Jenna want to sink into the bed and never come out. But Mark had no sympathy for her. With persistent motions, he drew Jenna's tongue up and down his fingers until they were dripping with her spit.

When Mark finally left her mouth, Jenna collapsed on the bed. Saliva had dribbled down over her chin and cheeks as she could do nothing more than pant. The way Mark had ravaged her mouth had been exhausting. When Mark's fingers stroked along her cheek, Jenna startled, her eyes wide as she looked at him. He helped her sit up so that her shirt and bra could be removed. The clothes had fallen somewhere besides the bed as Mark pressed a kiss to her forehead before he pressed on the safety release of the gag, finally allowing Jenna to close her mouth when the contraption was removed.

The removal of the gag was akin to cutting the strings on a puppet, and Jenna fell onto the bed boneless. Too far gone to do anything more than breathe Jenna didn't offer even a hint of resistance when Mark pulled down her skirt. The motion itself was in stark contrast to what happened only moments ago, the pads of his fingers glided over her skin as the cloth followed. Jenna shivered at the soft touch. Her skirt lay somewhere out of sight while Mark's touch glided over her legs to pull at the sodden pair covering her sex. The center of them didn't let go so easily. The chuckle that Mark gave as Jenna's panties stuck to her was almost as bad as the words that followed.

"Poor girl, enjoyed yourself a bit too much?"

With her panties finally gone, Jenna pulled her legs up against her chest to hide her face in her knees. She bent into as small a shape as she possibly could fend off any more attacks from the fiend in the room with her. Even when Mark did nothing more than stroke her back and her hair, Jenna wouldn't be swayed.

"Oh, don't be like that kitten."

The longer that Jenna stayed in her position, the lower his hands drifted. The gentle caress became more like the ghost of a touch. And she shivered when it drifted past delicate flesh.

"Well, if you insist." Mark sat back on the bed, with not a finger near her.

Still, Jenna didn't dare peek and present a target. All she could do was wait. When Mark touched her again, it was akin to a bolt of lightning slamming through her. His nails scraped along the bottom of her feet and Jenna jerked. A howling laugh as Mark tickled her.

The little ball of safety was abandoned, and Jenna tried to get away from those merciless fingers. Her arms flung to the side as she tried to roll off of the bed. Mark wouldn't let her. One hand pulled her back by the ankle while the other continued to send sparks through her nerves. Scrabbling at the sheets, Jenna twitched and spasmed under the onslaught on her poor, innocent feet. The walls shook under her screams. Under normal circumstances, she could have landed a solid kick on that smug, smirking face. But today all she could do was admit defeat and beg.

With a thin and scratchy voice, Jenna finally managed to get out a single word. "Please."

The attack stopped and once again Jenna collapsed on the bed. The occasional aftershock rocked her body.

Mark returned with something held in his hand, a gentle hand that helped her upright before cool glass settled against her lips. Again, only a single word, but it was enough. "Drink."

The cool water went down quickly as Jenna realized just how parched she was. With a finger, Mark swept the hair away from her eyes before the glass disappeared. Jenna nestled closer. Naked as she was, a shiver passed over her, just enough for her to press as close as she could to Mark. One of his arms settled around her and Jenna relished in the warmth as his thumb drew idle circles on her hip.