The Tower Pt 03 Steel Beach

Chapter 10

Her waist was strapped to a lumbar support, holding her erect. She could feel straps on her head holding it to some sort of head rest. Her throat was surrounded by a very snug padded strap holding it to the head rest. She wasn't uncomfortable, considering her predicament.

As she sat, she wondered just what was happening to her. She wasn't in any pain, actually she was quite comfortable. Granted she had dildoes in her ass and pussy, but they weren't any larger than the ones she had used, or been used, on herself. But the larger mystery was "Why am I not having a panic attack?". She was quite prone to them; this situation would certainly inspire one...yet she felt calm. The GBH in her water had been a minimal dose, just enough to relax her and amp up her arousal. She knew that she had been drugged to get her here, that was obvious. When she started to come to during the night her brain was just as fuzzy as her memories. The last thing she could remember was being in the cage in some asshole's basement. Then her lights went out. The episode of being on the walkway and falling was just a blur; more a dream of falling that she repeated fairly often. So, what was it that they had given her last? Maybe she'll get a chance to ask. Whatever it was, it wasn't bad.

Traci felt movement around her, though the earplugs prevented any sounds from her hearing. Then she heard a faint buzz that disappeared. A man's voice, sounding mechanical said "Is this too loud?" She shook her head. "Good. I don't want to injure your hearing. I don't intend to injure you at all. You are a toy for a while. Open your mouth." She complied.

Marq had changed into his usual "Steel Beach" attire - loose gym shorts and tee shirt. He dropped the shorts and held his hardening cock in his right hand. He held her head gently and placed the head of his cock on her bottom lip. "Lick it." She tentatively licked at the head of his cock. "Good girl." He slowly introduced his cock into her mouth while she continued to lick and gently suck it. "Very good. I really don't like the ring gag. It's there to prevent an accidental bite. You wouldn't bite me on purpose, would you?" She shook her head to say "no". "Excellent. We will proceed slowly."

As Traci felt the cock on her tongue, she realized that the underside had a frenum piercing. And the personal aroma of this man certainly wasn't like Marq's. Traci teased the barbell, flicking it with her tongue. She had never sucked on a cock with hardware on it. This was...strange. The cock slowly slid further into her mouth, gently fucking her. She was already able to almost deep throat Marq, so this intrusion wasn't too frightening. As he pushed deeper almost to her throat, she could feel that this man was either shaved or close to it. Definitely not Marq. She was beginning to experience being an object, a person used as a fucktoy. It began to arouse her, which was confusing.

As Marq enjoyed playing with Traci's mouth, he thought "I hope all this shit I've done works. The damn piercing was a real pain...literally. But it's supposed to heal up without any problems if I don't like it." Genital piercings were common in the BDSM lifestyle, so he had consulted with several of his friends who were into it. The frenum piercing seemed to be the simplest choice to "masquerade" his cock. The guy who did the work suggested a Prince Albert or even a Jacob's Ladder. "Not just no...HELL NO!" Was Marq's answer.

She used her tongue, swirling it around the head, getting used to the barbell across the underside. This is something she had done occasionally to unpierced cocks, so it almost seemed comforting. "If I have to be here, make the best of it." She thought. "Maybe it won't be as bad as I expect."

He continued fucking her mouth, sliding in as deep as he knew she could take without gagging, occasionally reaching that gag point, then retreating. But he could only hold out for so long. She really was already a good cocksucker; this week she would become an excellent one.

She felt him tense, expecting to feel him cum. But he pulled out before the expected blast of semen.

"That was acceptable, under the circumstances. You WILL do better the next time without the ring. Won't you?" She nodded. "Good girl. Actually, good slave." She tensed at that, wondering what this would entail. Marq stepped away quietly to dry off and to put on a set of ear buds. He held a remote controller for his sound system that fed the audio directly to her earplugs, and at this time, his. He had installed a quality audio and video system throughout the tower, with cameras hidden in every area. Music could be played anywhere, with a large selection of music sources. His earbuds used Bluetooth to transmit his voice back to the audio system, allowing him to communicate through her earbuds. The audio system used a voice distortion component so that his voice sounded mechanical and certainly not like his natural voice.

She heard music, faintly, like it was far away. It slowly grew in volume, until it was discernible, though not too loud. The music had predominant bass and saxophone elements, sultry and sexy. Sucking on the mystery cock had stimulated her, the small dosage of drugs in her system also ramped up her response.

A woman's voice began narrating her exact situation. The voice seemed familiar, but Traci couldn't identify it. The voice began:

"I was chained to a rounded surface. It wasn't painful, in fact it was rather enjoyable. There was something in both my cunt and my ass. The thing in my cunt filled me well, and the one in my ass felt rather long."

The voice was husky, slightly hoarse. The voice belonged to Shari, the blonde Traci had met very briefly at the munch and had watched with great interest while Shari endured the ministrations of Marq and Charles. Traci didn't recognize her voice, it being too long ago and Shari had only spoken quite briefly. Plus, Shari's voice was hoarse from the number of times that cocks had slid deep into her throat during the previous two hours. She was narrating what she had felt as she watched the video made of her time spent being her husband's and Marq's fucktoy. She had recovered from the ordeal and was watching herself, headphones and microphone on her head, her fingers touching her pussy and breasts following the action on the screen. She, too, had been blindfolded, but could hear what was happening to her.

"I felt a finger under my right tit...running slowly back and forth....OH!"

She heard the buzz and saw her own reaction. Marq was mimicking his own actions onscreen. He had put an antique scalp massager on his hand; it looked like a chrome turbine using springs to hold it on the back of his hand. Traci couldn't hear the device when he turned it on, but she could certainly feel it as his finger started to vibrate. He stroked the underside of her right breast, then moved to the left one, using his thumb and forefinger to grasp the base of the orb and slowly squeezing it as he pulled his hand towards her nipple. When his fingers reached her areola, she began to tremble. First Marq used the flat of his palm to barely touch her nipple, sliding it slowly and lightly across the nub in large circles. Then he rolled the nipple and released it. Traci heard Shari's voice:

"

My nipple felt like it was electric...I didn't know what to do...but I couldn't do anything anyway. He did it again and then...he did the other one."

Marq proceeded to follow his own lead, teasing her breasts and nipples with his vibrating hand. Traci felt his hand disappear then a buzzing began in her cunt. The dildo inside her also started a slow oscillation. Marq touched her nipple again and suddenly the dildo in her ass also began to vibrate. This one was a little different. The section being gripped by her pucker felt soft, as it was a slightly inflated ring. When the vibrations began, a timer waited a half second and then that section became very firm. Marq anticipated that the sensation would cause a reflex contraction, which it did. Then in another half second it grew slightly, filling her even more. It slowly grew; water pumped into it to give it a rigid feel.

While Traci was being distracted by the actions below, Marq had slipped an elastic band around first her right, then left breast. These, too, were inflatable, giving him control over how tight they would become. They were already snug; it wouldn't take much inflation to make them very tight. Traci's nipples had already become erect, the dampness oozing from around the dildo in her cunt revealed that she had responded to this treatment. Shari's narration had been replaced with the music, now it resumed.

"My tits....my nipples...they are on fire...so tight...so...so..."

She moaned, and Traci moaned with her.

"MMM...a cock."

And Traci felt the head of a cock on her tongue. She licked it, swirling her tongue over the head and felt it move slightly further into her mouth. The owner of the cock didn't move it, only allowed her to tease it with her tongue. The ring gag was covered with a soft synthetic rubber that felt like skin and grew slippery with saliva. It wasn't quite as good as lips, but close enough for this.

This was definitely the same cock, the bar through his frenum was the same. "What will it feel like when he fucks me?" She thought. "I can only expect him to do that. Why wouldn't he? There were two of them when I was kidnapped. Are these the same guys? Where is the other one? Or were the assholes that snatched me just the delivery crew? Maybe these are the 'buyers'? Or...sellers?" She pushed that thought away. One of them had told her that she would be released. Just hold on to that.

Traci felt her head being pushed by the headrest. It pushed her head forward, then back, then forward again, a little further this time. She realized that her head was being used as a fucking machine for the cock in her mouth. The vibrations in her cunt and ass increased as did the motions of the cocks down there. The vibrations returned to her nipples and breasts, the fingers squeezing and teasing.

Something happened in her mind and her fantasy of being abducted and used for a fucktoy was reignited. But this was real! She WAS being used as a fucktoy, strapped onto some kind of device, her body being assaulted by a variety of sensations as her mouth was being used by a stranger who had kidnapped her. Then the attack on her cunt and ass began in earnest. Her cunt began to be fucked hard, the dildo occasionally hitting her cervix, plunging in and out, rotating around, rubbing her g-spot, but just not enough. The thing in her ass moved in and out slowly, staying slippery, the now larger inner section stretching her then shrinking to wiggle inside. Her tits were squeezed into hard balls, incredibly sensitive, while the vibrating fingers touched and prodded and squeezed. She couldn't hear herself moan, but moan she did.

Traci's arousal increased, her natural lube flowing around the dildo in her pussy. The machine provided additional lube for her ass, so her entire genital area was slick.

Marq watched as her arousal increased. Then as she seemed to start to shiver, everything stopped.

"You do NOT have permission to cum." A rough voice said into her ears. She gasped at the sudden cessation. Her head was still moving back and forth, fucking the cock in her mouth. Her tits were so hard they seemed to ache without the stimulation from his fingers. Her cunt and ass quivered, wanting to feel the toys continue their teasing.

"If you cum without permission you will be punished. Do you understand?" She tried to nod, but the head rest prevented much movement. Marq could tell that she had understood and began the stimulation again at a much lower level.

"FUCK" She thought. "How does he think I can't cum with all this going on?" Her body was quivering; she shook her head back and forth. The activity was intense; she had never been still stimulated and it still went on.

The activity continued, the intensity ramping up and down, taking her close, oh so close to the edge, but she fought to not cum. Her hair was soaked, sweat dripped down her body. The machine had started pushing her head until her lips pressed against a smooth body, the head of the cock in her throat. The strap around her throat had squeezed tighter. She had swallowed and learned to breathe through her nose.

A few times that was all that saved her from passing out as the cock remained deep in her throat. She couldn't tell if the pulsation she felt came from his heartbeat or if he had cum down her throat. She couldn't taste anything nor did he soften. She was amazed by his staying power.

After what seemed like a lifetime all the buzzing and movement stopped. Her tits were released from the bands and the dildos deflated. She was both exhausted and aroused more than she had ever been. The cock disappeared from her mouth. She breathed and simply tried to understand what she had been through.

Chapter 11

Marq wiped Traci down with a warm damp towel. Her experience wasn't over for the day, but they both needed a break. He sipped a beer and swung a stand with a water bottle on it that had a cock shaped nipple over to her mouth and inserted it. She sucked, grateful for the cool liquid. The music had diminished in volume, but was still there. It changed to a sharper rock edge and she felt movement in front of her. The water nipple was replaced with a cock gag. Her tits were quite firm, though the inflatable bands had relaxed slightly; but a flat surface was placed under them, lifting them. She felt fingers pull one and some kind of clamp secured it to the surface. The other was similarly secured. She smelled alcohol and her tits were sprayed, the mist cold on her skin. She felt a paper towel wipe her down and then it happened again. After they had dried, she felt them being sprayed again and something like paper being pressed against one, then the other. After a few minutes it was pulled off. The music wasn't quite as loud, because she could hear a buzzing noise through the earplugs. Then her right tit felt like it was on fire! She realized what was being done - he was tattooing her breast! She moaned. The voice came through her earplugs:

"I told you I would train you. I haven't finished by a long shot. But you will learn. So, you will carry your talent emblazoned on your tits for any man who gets a chance to see. On the right one the tat says 'cum'. On the left one, 'slut'. I'll decide whether or not you'll get any others later." The buzzing continued, her tits burned from the needles, her tears flowed down her cheeks. At last, he seemed finished, her tits were wiped with Tattoo Goo, the skin burning and swollen.

"Oh, God!" Traci thought. "He's ruined me! This..." She couldn't think about it. Tattooed? She was devastated.

He applied a dressing then they were released from the clamps and she was removed from the machine. Marq allowed her a chance to stretch out on the carpeted floor, watching as she moved her body, sore from the devices, stiff from the confinement. Her hands and ankles were cuffed, the ring gag was removed, but at least she could stretch. After a few minutes he picked her up and placed her tummy down on a low padded platform. The tattoos burned from the pressure. He re-cuffed her hands behind her and pulled her ankles up to chain her into a hogtie. Then he sat down, put her mouth on his cock and told her:

"Show me what you can do, cum slut." She began to suck his cock, her mouth and throat already sore from having it fucked, but she obeyed. The cock slowly fucked her mouth, sliding across her tongue. When he pulled almost out, she swirled her tongue around it and sucked. At last, he pulled back and spurted repeatedly onto her tongue. She swallowed obediently, plunging her head down to catch every drop then withdrawing slightly, licking at the head of his cock.

"You're getting there" was his response.

Traci had no idea what time it was; whether it was day or night. After her cock sucking lesson and tattooing Marq cleaned her breasts again and reapplied the Goo, then placed her back into a cage with a padded floor in the dark cell. Her hands were covered with thumbless mittens, locked to a collar around her neck with short chains. She could move, but couldn't reach down far enough to relieve some of the tension left over from her episode on the sybian.

"Don't try to remove the earplugs. Nor the lenses." Marq told her. "You will not like the punishment you'll get if you do. Understand?" She nodded. "Good. You'll get a break from them soon. Just not yet." He added.

He was tired as well, having flown from Maine to Houston, then to the Tower before he started her training. He was also keyed up from the whole process. He had successfully kidnapped her and transported her out to the Tower. The question remained whether or not he could pull off the return.

He grabbed a beer and stepped out to the eastern side walkway. The walkway surrounded both the crew level and flight deck level, made of open stainless-steel grating. It was easy to look through the grating and see the ocean 95' below and think you were floating. He sipped his beer and began to have second thoughts. Tracy had become special to him, perhaps too much so. They had discussed many things, including her "rape" fantasies. She had told Marq that she had played with another guy at times, meeting in places where he could come out of the dark and "attack" her. She wanted him to really be rough with her, sometimes tearing her clothes and leaving bruises. She always fought back and sometimes left bruises on him. But she frequently wished for a real experience that was safe. And yes, she knew that it was something of an oxymoron.

Marq didn't want to traumatize her. And pondered to himself what he actually did feel for her. She was great doing a scene; wonderfully expressive; sexy as hell. Beautiful, passionate and a natural sub. At least she was so far. Could he be satisfied with just her? Would she have the same feelings as him? And would her feelings survive this experience? Or be destroyed by it? Would he eventually get tired of having only one sub?

The beer helped him to relax; another was enough to let him sleep. He went to sleep listening to the waves hitting the structure, one of his favorite sounds.

Chapter 12

Marq awoke with the sky barely starting to lighten. He swung his feet out of bed, pulled on a pair of shorts then a pair of sandals and stepped out to the walkway. The day was clear, a few stairs twinkled in the west. He returned to the galley and prepared coffee and breakfast. His was country ham and eggs with grits and biscuits. Hers would be a bowl of cereal, lightly moistened with milk and milk on the side.

He finished his meal and cleaned up the galley then prepared hers. He took her breakfast, in a pair of pet bowls and another cup of coffee for him to the dark cell. Marq put on a pair of infra-red goggles, turned on the IR lights and went through the light trap security doors. Traci was in a slightly larger cage this time, her ankles also cuffed but with enough slack for her to be relatively comfortable. She stirred as he came into the room.

Marq put the tray with the bowls and his coffee on a table away from her cage and stepped closer to Traci. She was on her knees, her head moving around, trying to get a sense of direction and her location. The earplugs had played very soothing sounds since she had been placed in the cage, but loud enough that she couldn't really hear anything else through the sound dampening plugs. Marq's distorted voice came to her, not loud enough to startle her but certainly loud enough for her to hear.

"Hello, slut. Do you need to use the toilet?" She nodded. "Raise your head directly in front of you." She obeyed. Marq reached through the bars and gently held her head with one hand and with his other carefully pulled up one eyelid, then the other one. Satisfied that the contacts were still in place, he opened the top of the cage and unlocked the chain securing her cuffs to the floor of the cage. He placed his hands under her arms and assisted her, saying "stand up" as he did so. She stood on shaky legs as he helped her to the toilet in the corner of the room. He uncuffed her hands then re-cuffed them behind her and gently pushed her down onto the toilet. She was even more humiliated than she had been before as she relieved herself and felt him clean her up. He lifted her up to her feet again, reconnected her hands in front of her and directed her to the bowls.