Chapter Three: "Life and Death on the Web Site"
Geoffrey isn't an innocent. He has been known to use internet porn. Stories, pictures, videos. He belonged to a couple of subscription sites for awhile. He was blown away when he first saw a bestiality video, and again when bukkake first came out. He's looked at bdsm. He wonders how many women out there are happy to suck dogs or drink bowls of semen or have breast torture. He'd always thought the models were in it just for the money, and that either the money was awfully good or they were awfully needful, but now he's not sure. How many really like it?
It's almost three a.m. when Geoffrey finally clicks on the promo video. Anne really likes it. Here's where she'll say so.
The video focuses on a naked Anne, manacled but without the corset, and much heavier. Thirty pounds heavier. Maybe more. Probably more. She has fewer piercings. Her legs are shackled to a wide bar, spreading her legs away from her vagina and ass. Her arms are restrained behind her back, though the type of restraint isn't visible. The video begins with a close-up of her face, her mouth, sucking a big, pale penis, loving it. You can hear sighs when it pops from her mouth, before she reaches her mouth to it and sucks it back in. The lights are bright, making the penis glisten with her saliva.
After a few moments it pulls out and spurts onto her face. The shot opens up so the viewer can see her bindings, and part of the man attached to the penis. Anne turns to the viewer, looking straight on and using a sultry voice, ignoring the mucous on her face.
"Hi, I'm Anne. My husband Victor dominates me and controls me. I need that. Otherwise I'm too wild and disobedient. Every week you'll see live how he does it. He controls every facet of my life, my eating, my sleeping, the amount I can move, or if I can move at all. He controls if I can see or hear, and how much. He controls how much I can breath. He controls what goes into my mouth and my ass and my vagina, and what comes out of them. He controls my bladder. I need his discipline to do this, because I'm too weak otherwise. Every week you'll see him punish me so I'll behave. I'm completely his."
Geoffrey doesn't move. He's a statue. He doesn't whisper "shit," and for a minute he holds his breath. Look inside his mind. There's no poem pushing at the scene. It's quiet inside, just a little quivering like the background vibration of the universe. Dark. Empty. Alone. He's aware, but only of Anne, of her words, her face, a tiny droplet of sperm that's collected at the end of her right eyelash. It doesn't quite glue her eye closed. She blinks her eye all the way open and continues.
"Victor is everything to me, my whole life. I want to be good for him, to submit to him. He's going to make me the perfect wife. My reward is that he gives me his sweet penis. He controls my discipline and he controls my pleasure. I can't help myself, loving him and desiring him. I'm his slut."
Nothing from Geoffrey. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing at all.
"He has a project you'll get to watch. He's going to modify my body, to make me thin and beautiful, and to give me a tiny little waist. You'll see video clips of my diet. Every week you'll be able to see him weigh me. You'll see how I shed these pounds over the weeks, and you'll see him tighten my corset more, and more, making me thinner and thinner, and making me practice breath control. When he's finished with that and made me fragile and lovely, he'll modify my body other ways. You, the viewer, will get to decide his next project. I'm so excited to get started."
The video ends with the pale penis, only half-erect now, returning to Anne's face, and with her sucking it into her mouth. Fade.
Such an odd text. That's what Geoffrey thinks, now that words return. How long did it take them to script it? Them? Did Anne have input? How long did she rehearse? It sounded sincere. It wasn't perfect, though. Not professional. The light was too bright for her. She squinted and blinked. And she shook. Her legs shook. Her toes quivered. But her voice was right. It was her seduction voice, and her come hither look. In between bouts of blinking she batted her eyelashes in long, languorous, seductive movements. She'd used them on Geoffrey.
Geoffrey stares at the screen a long time.
There are files and files on the site. Geoffrey takes a cleansing breath and clicks a button labeled "Discipline," that brings up a page of thumbnail pics, twenty in all. Anne getting nipple, labia, or clitoris pierced. Anne twisting in the ropes while half-blurred tendrils from a short whip hang in the air, the skin of her ass looking red and painful. Marred. Clamps on Anne's nipples. A soldiering gun touching her belly while again she twists and must be screaming. Her neck and face are red, almost as red as her ass. Anne tied, on her knees, her ass in the air and wires leading inside her. This photo title reads "Enlightenment." Satan has a sense of humor.
Other thumbnail pages are titled, "Subduing Her," "Making Her Beg," "Breath Control," "Movement Control: Anne All Tied Up With Nowhere to Go," and "Controlling Revulsion: Anne the Toilet Slave." It must be forced, Geoffrey thinks. It has to be.
But maybe not. Some pictures are lifted from video clips. For $9.95 one can watch the ten or twenty-minute clip. Geoffrey pays for one titled "She Cums When She's Obedient" that opens off the "Making Her Beg" page.
He selects the file format and download speed off a menu, then clicks. When it comes on, Anne is tied to a wide, cushioned platform, spread wide and blindfolded. She isn't wearing her corset. Satan says "Count these nicely, dear, and you'll get a present."
"Yes, sweetheart." Her voice is shaky.
A belt or something strikes her stomach and she squeaks, then croaks "One."
"Good girl." He strikes her again.
When he has finished twenty he strokes her cheek with his hand while she whimpers. "Give us a sweet kiss now." Then he lets her lie gasping and twitching, in front of the camera. Her face is wet, tears having seeped under the blindfold. Her mouth is twisted. The camera stays on her as she calms. It is an odd few minutes, with nothing happening, but then he returns and begins petting her vulva.
She doesn't move. Her hidden face turns just slightly down toward his hand. He leans down to her and begins licking her. Nothing happens. Nothing happens. He continues, inexhaustibly. Anne lies quietly and lets him lick her. What else could she do? But it doesn't affect her. And then it does.
Geoffrey didn't notice when the change first began. He was looking at Satan's mouth on Anne's vagina, and when he looked back her face had changed. Her expression was different.
He backs up the video to watch just her face, and this time he sees it happen. The dead look begins to change. Anne opens her mouth just slightly. Just a bit. She pulls her head a little to the side. This is where she would have half-closed her eyes if he had been Geoffrey and she hadn't had a blindfold. In a moment her shoulders move. Her breathing becomes noticeable. Geoffrey can hear her start to pant. Then she makes a little sound.
"Are we getting hot, sweetheart?" It's a smarmy tone.
