A descent into the depths of obsession
A.K.A CHAPTER SIX of THE WILFUL EXHIBITIONIST
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Naked in bed with Monica after a well cooked dinner, courtesy of Sally and Sheryl who welcomed us to join them in a home cooked meal before we both excused ourselves for an early night, I did my best to please her. She moaned contentedly as I promoted a well deserved orgasm for her. I relaxed and asked her to listen. I had decided to explain the real reason for my early curtailment of her experimentation with my new toy while we were in the car. I had noticed the disappointment that was written on her face and I felt that I owed her that much, at least.
I told Monica details up to the point where my captors entered that room during that two week period of captivity. Monica was intrigued by the flashbacks that I had been experiencing recently. She cradled me in her arms and soothed me while I continued recounting the events of the second night.
"I was mindful that these people enjoyed watching me humiliate myself for their amusement so I made a point to take pleasure in my approaching orgasm, putting on a command performance for them and doing my best to appear delighted to know that they were watching me. Afterward, two of them began to lubricate my anal passage with a slippery oil-like substance, probing deeply with their fingers and instructing me to relax my sphincter muscles if I didn't want to be hurt."
"They all raped you? Monica breathed sharply.
"If only it were that simple, darling. The fact is that those monsters forcibly introduced me to a whole new world of sexual depravity that I hadn't previously been aware of. Although I was terrified at first, I began to enjoy their attention. Rough and uncompromising to begin with, they seemed disarmed by my willingness to please them and became more sensual in their touch. Once I was thoroughly slippery and wet they guided me toward a man laying on the bed. They assisted me to mount him. It was the weirdest feeling, being used and handled by so many people and not knowing what or who was lying there underneath me. They pushed me down until he was fully inside me and then some guy pushed me over the top of him and someone else forced an even bigger penis into my bottom. Christ! I thought they were going to split me in two. They both came inside me, grunting away like pigs all the while. It was horrible but I did still my very best to please them, expressing both own satisfaction and praise for them, milking both men dry with my internal muscles. After that they both wanted me to lick them all clean. I was still in ecstatic shock and all I did was shake my head. I forgot where I was and I only meant to tease them. Two of them got angry with me and the woman said I needed to meet Vladimir."
I composed myself before I carried on. The memory was still fresh in my mind. "Monica, they put this thing inside me and left the room. I begged them to come back."
I shook and sobbed as I remembered that night. It was the night the bastards had introduced me to Vladimir. Even now I dreaded that name. Monica soothed me and I continued to tell her about it.
"After they left me the male voice instructed me to take off my blindfold. There was a soft plastic sheet on the bed and a mixture of sperm and oil was running down my legs but I was quite alone again. I was told to get up on the bed and lie back in the middle of the sheet. That was when I noticed the two thin leads running from near the headboard of the bed and into my vagina. My blood ran cold as I numbly obeyed and waited for their next instruction."
"On the table next to the bed there is a rubber ball with an elastic strap on it my dear. Do you see it? Just to your right. That's it." The voice was softer now, more soothing and seductive somehow.
"With trembling hands I picked it up and looked at it, looking back at the speaker and asking what he wanted me to do with it."
"It's a gag, my dear. Please put it in your mouth and adjust the strap around the back of your head."
"I won't say anything. Do you want me to be quiet? I won't yell out. I promise."
By now I was shaking uncontrollably in Monica's arms as I relived the conversation with the commanding voice from the speaker. Monica could only hug me and she whispered in my ear soothingly.
"It's all right now darling. Don't put yourself through this." I looked at her and smiled bravely.
"No! I have to carry on now, Monica. Just hold me." I was determined to explain my ungrateful reaction to her present. I owed her that. I steeled myself to continue;
"You're not going to disappoint us again are you, Katrina."
"Without further argument, I crammed the rubber ball into my mouth and adjusted the strap before nodding my head in the direction of the speaker."
"Good girl! Now just make yourself comfortable and lay back with your head on the pillow and wait for Vladimir to visit you."
"I reached for my blindfold and was about to put it on when the voice stopped me."
"Did I tell you to do that? We want to see your eyes when Vladimir instructs you. He'll be very gentle with you---This time."
"Monica. I believed him." I was sobbing and I felt the tears running down my cheeks as Monica kissed me. "The bastard had me believing that some guy was going to explain what they all wanted from me or something. I settled back on the bed and waited. I kept my legs opened up toward the camera so they could see my face and played with myself again. I thought that might amuse them and this Vladimir character might be more gentle with me. The metal thing that they put inside me was uncomfortable but I was really wet and juicy. I spread my lips to show them how aroused I was and everything." I took a deep ragged breath and blurted it out to Monica. "I'll never forget that dreadful agonising pain as my entire body jerked spasmodically for a few seconds and I lost all control of my bodily waste functions. Just as I was ready to orgasm again the bloody cunts turned it on. It was a fucking electric shock device! The pain was unbelievable. I can still feel it even now."
Monica was shaken. The expression on her face was a mixture of wonderment and disbelief, giving way to one of tender devotion as she looked at me.
"The frigging animals!" She caressed me and did her best to calm me down. "Now I understand why you wanted me to turn the toy off darling. I'll never let anything like that happen to you again."
It took ages before I calmed down enough to explain a few of the following events after Vladimir's lesson. How, with some pain, I bore down on the device and yanked the object from my vagina and threw it on the floor, covered in my own excrement and filth. Ripping the gag out of my mouth and gasping for breath as I pleaded helplessly with the unseen captors, telling them I would do anything they wanted from now on. Worse still, how I was humiliated beyond belief as they made me beg for them to come back so that I could prove that I had learned my lesson.
"I had to clean up all the mess myself, mostly with my bare hands, before they told me to clean their device and hang it back where it belonged. They said to make sure it was clean because they might have to use it on me again sometime, if I was naughty. It took ages to clean that mess up. I had a shower afterward so I could go to sleep on the bed." I paused briefly.
"Did they?" Monica's soothing voice jolted me back.
"They trained me to serve their every desire after that by threatening the use of this device they called Vladimir. Hanging on a hook on the headboard, where I could always see it, Vladimir was a constant reminder of how cruel they could be if I displeased them in any way. It was capable of being inserted into any body orifice and provided more than enough incentive to comply with any filthy or outrageous demand that they cared to make of me. It carried variable electrical current though two thin wires and on this occasion the device had apparently been demonstrated to me as a means of ensuring my future compliance. After that I was ready to do anything at all to prevent a repeat performance. Later on, they assured me that they had only used it on the lowest possible level. They calmly told me that it could be adjusted right up to a fatal setting. By then, I was loath to call their bluff and blindly obeyed their every passing whim, to the letter." At this point I became incoherent, sobbing my heart out as I looked wildly at my lover for comfort.
"Don't say any more for now my darling!" Monica brushed my lips with her fingers. "I'll go and make us a nice hot cup of cocoa if you like?" She got off the bed and went to put on her dressing gown with a solemn and troubled expression on her face.
"You won't tell the others?" I looked at Monica with a tear-stained face. "Please don't tell them about that horrible disgusting night. Darling Monica." I shook and shuddered. "I only want you to know about that, nobody else. I'm so ashamed."
I was crying openly now and Monica spent the next hour soothing my nerves, almost like a mother. She kept apologising, as if she was somehow at fault for my shattered state. I realised that she was completely devoted to my well being and I loved her all the more for it. Even my own Mother would have been really disgusted with me, perhaps even more than she and Dad were already, anyway. I hadn't known how much to tell my friends the other night, but I could never have mentioned that particular incident to anybody but Monica, I'm quite sure.
The next morning I was fully recovered and, determined to show Monica the trust that I placed in her judgment, I inserted her erotic gift inside me and confidently handed over the remote control device. I had faced and conquered my fears by telling her all about Vladimir.
Wordlessly, she smiled and handed me her own remote. She was already wearing hers and, as per our implicit understanding, no underwear at all now. I understood the private agony that she must have endured in making the decision to dress that way and so prove her commitment to me. We were both excited at the prospect of going out with Arnold to work on his project whilst we were in such a high state of sexual awareness.
