When she was done, Adam tore off a piece of toilet paper and patted her crotch. He could feel the heat from her pussy, the craving within. She had long since given in to the urges of her body, and now it was up to him to direct her, to channel them. She groaned at his touch.
Adam washed his hands and helped her up, holding her arm again as she shuffled back towards the bed. He settled her down onto it, running a hand over the harness, seeing the way her body reacted to his touch.
"Are you going to be a good girl for me, if I loosen the strap?"
She nodded. Adam tugged at the buckle next to one of her wrists, lengthening the slack. Her hand automatically reached between her legs, the tip of her fingers pressing against the slick folds of her pussy. She looked up at him expectantly.
"I could just leave you like this. Or I could trust you."
"Trust me, sir, I'm a good girl."
"Remember the last time, thought, what happened?"
"I couldn't stop myself."
"And?"
"I came."
"And was that acceptable behaviour?"
She shook her head, her eyes never leaving his.
"This time, you won't. I want you to continue until I return, which may be hours from now. You need to prove you can be good for me. Okay?"
"Yes, sir."
She began to stroke herself languidly, her eyes fluttering closed as she immersed herself in the pleasure of finally being able to touch her most sensitive area.
"And what are you going to think about?"
"Him," she murmured, "Standing over me, watching as I do it."
"And how does it feel, having him watching you?"
"Good," she purred.
"That's right. He loves you, doesn't he? He's never going to let anything bad happen to you."
"No."
"He wants you to feel good, stroking yourself for him, he wants you to feel the bliss of bringing yourself to the edge for him. You're denying yourself because you're saving yourself for his love. Imagine looking into his face. Who do you see?"
Adam stood up, collecting his coffee cup and the empty paper bag from the table. He watched the woman teasing herself, imagining her lover. She swallowed and her lips parted.
"Aidan," she breathed.
"Good girl, Rosa. Carry on, I'll be back in a while."
Adam let himself out of the chalet, sipping his coffee. His thoughts were buzzing, working through his plans for the day. It was early still, the grass shining with dew as the sun edged up over the horizon, a damp chill in the air.
Rosa was broken, subservient. Insofar as he's been hired to do a job, that part was complete. The thing he was careful not to tell Davis was that it had been done before he arrived. Rosa had already caved in, but Davis hadn't recognised it, doping her up and continuing to subjugate her, unable to detect the fact that he'd gone far enough and she was completely his now.
Adam grimaced. It was awful, and not because he was forced to deal with the situation left behind by an amateur, but because of how Rosa had broken. She had inverted, her usual forthright, sassy demeanour turning completely around, falling deeply into submission, hating herself for giving in and at the same time that self-hatred reinforcing the descent. It would have taken the lightest touch, given that she was already reeling from the collapse of her marriage, but instead Davis had waded in with drugs and long, unnecessary sessions, following some fucking amateur domination manual he probably inherited from his father.
No matter, Adam thought grimly to himself as he tapped the keycard to open the door into the main building, Davis was out of the picture now. Adam had insisted on it, keeping him away, removing the drugs, trying to get her stable. He'd told Davis that it was a delicate art, that Adam needed exclusive access, that Rosa would be his willing toy afterwards, that he just needed more time. A simple regimen of denial, edging and focus was what she needed, something to maintain her on a plateau, not slipping further into mindless subjugation. She had been imploding, fuelled by self-loathing, but now at least, she was stable. In the middle of all of this, Rosa was collateral damage, damage that Adam was seeking to minimise.
Adam approached the hidden door set into the wooden slats of the corridor and tapped his keycard against the unobtrusive panel. He downed the last of his coffee and pulled the door open, stepping into the concrete corridor behind it. Beyond, he would find the Silent Room, and in it, left as he had put her last night, the woman he had been employed to demolish.
He opened the second door, stepping into the wide, white space. The downlights were muted, but they were still lit, giving the occupant of the room no idea if it was night or day. Adam was careful to dispose of his cup also, so as not to give any hint.
Not that it mattered to the figure on the low table. Laying on a mat, a woman's body was sealed into a black latex sack, the curves of her body gleaming in the lights. Her head was featureless, fully enclosed in a tight latex hood, a gag strapped firmly over her mouth. Adam wandered over to the bench and picked up a screen, checking the details. It showed him that a cycle had just finished, but he could see that anyway in the way the figure's chest rose and fell, the way she strained in the vacuum-sealed rubber, the fingers clamped in place under her buttocks by the latex, unable to reach the throbbing nub of her clit.
He ran a finger down her body, as if to announce his presence, watching her squirm to his touch, the first external sensation she would have received in hours. By now, she would be doubting that the touch was even real, that the fingertip circling the puffy outline of her pussy lips wasn't just part of her own twisted imagination.
Her slit was parted by a shape, embedded within her, pushed up against her clitoris and held in place by the shiny latex cocoon. He touched the end of it but felt nothing. It was quiescent now, waiting to be activated in the next cycle.
"Hi Eve. Do you want a drink?"
The figure didn't respond. He reached up to her breasts, circling the nub of a swollen nipple, prominent in the slick black surface. He tweaked it, making her shudder.
"Still with us?" Adam asked, "Do you want a drink?"
Without waiting for an answer, Adam reached up and tugged at her gag, pulling it away from her mouth. A thick, black length slipped from between her lips and she automatically began to swallow and lick her lips as her mouth was freed from the protrusion that had been embedded there for hours. Along with the vibrator in her pussy, there was also a device in her rear, plugging her in all her orifices, throbbing and teasing her endlessly, not allowing her any prospect of release.
Adam took a bottle from the bench. It had a clear orange liquid in it, with a teat on the top. Cradling her head, he lifted her into a sitting position and presented the teat to her mouth. She began to suckle enthusiastically.
"Good," Adam murmured, "You need to keep your strength up, Eve. You're doing so well. We're all so pleased with your progress."
She made no attempt to answer, chugging the liquid greedily until the bottle was empty. Adam laid her back down again, but he didn't replace the cock gag immediately. Instead he stroked her cheek, feeling the softness of the black latex, looking down at the featureless face.
"It's ironic, don't you think, that you helped me discover this. Remember? Pet sitting at Ash's house, watching how she wormed around on the floor desperate for something to get her off. She's a smart cookie, taking command in her day job, with patients' lives at stake, but the immersion, the deprivation, turned her into a worm."
He ran a hand over the dome of her head.
"The parallels between her job and yours, they're obvious if you think about it, aren't they? The pressures of life and death, the need to be in charge."
He stroked her neck.
"The need to be helpless, that delicious counterpoint."
Adam pressed down on her chin and Eve opened her mouth. He slid the thick rubber length between her teeth, gagging her again.
"You're ready," he murmured, "You're trying so hard, but you're there now, on the brink. Jodie was asking why I didn't whip you, or torture you. These people are heathens. They don't understand how personal it is, how everyone yields in their own way. Some with the whip."
Adam reached between her legs, his fingertip pressing down gently between her folds, finding the little hard bud of her clit, pressed up against the unyielding plastic of the toy embedded within her. Eve began to mewl around the gag.
"And some with just a touch."
In the vacuum-sealed latex, Eve began to squirm, reacting to the gentle pressure between her lips.
"Ready to break, Eve? It's so easy. No need to fight it anymore, just let yourself go. All that struggling, all your life, you don't need to do that anymore. Let go. It's so easy to submit and let me take all that away."
