THE HARNESS makes walking hard. Well, I shouldn't say hard. It makes walking awkward. There's a flat piece that goes under the dildo lodged in my pussy, holding the massive thing in place, then connects to straps that go under the crease of my butt cheeks, over to the sides of my thighs are additional buckles that connect to the belt around my waist. It's quite a contraption. But it keeps the dildo from slipping out, and leaves my butthole open to the elements.
Just as we get to the exit, Mikey stops, staring at the desk where he bent me over my first day here.
"Hold up." He ambles over to it, takes one of the bags with butt plugs off the wall, and pulls out the big one he showed me. The one I said would never fit. He tilts his head at the desk. "Bend over, Tara."
I suck in a long slow breath. Old Tara would have resisted. She'd have protested or cajoled or tried to bargain it down to a smaller, more manageable size. That's not the Tara Mikey's likely to trust or let his guard down for, nor the Tara who loves the melty-hot look in his eyes, a look that dares and promises and soothes and scandalizes all at ones. It's a caress in look form.
There are two sides to my soul now, the one that still wants to get out of here, shrieks moral outrage at what has been done to me, and the other part just wants more mangocandy flavored cum, that wants exactly the life Mikey described, a life on my knees, taking cock as deep as I can. Both of them think submitting makes sense. Submitting is what my body wants. Submitting is the best way to convince Mikey I'm as deeply committed to this as I can possibly be. Besides, I've already taken Mikey in my ass multiple times. And the troll. The plug can't possibly be any worse.
So shaking my hands to summon the courage, I walk to the desk, lean over until my face touches the smooth wood surface, and pull my asscheeks apart.
"Such a good girl." He spends some time kneading my ass, slapping it, admiring it as it shook, telling me how perfect it is, how pretty I look bent over like that, how nice my ass looks with just a little white dot of his cum leaking it out. Then, he presses the plug in. It doesn't feel as good as his cock does. It isn't as hard. Nor as warm. And it's broader at the tip, more bulbous, but it glides in smooth enough, sliding on a river of his cum. I grunt when it bottoms out, narrowing at the base and my sphincter locks in place around it.
"Stand up now."
I do, turning to face him.
He stares at me for a long time, meeting my gaze in a way I'm not sure he's done yet. "What do you like to do?"
"Other than swallow cum?"
He nods.
I blink, think about my old life with Jay. I cleaned, cooked, had lunch with wives of his friends sometimes, shopped. Before Jay, I'd been an actuary at a small company. It had been boring. So boring. "Running," I say. "I like to run outside in the woods, on trails, you know. And reading. I read a lot. And when I was in highschool, I was pretty good at drawing, but I haven't drawn in years."
His pale eyes search my face. "Running and drawing. What did you draw?"
I shrug. "People mostly. Faces. I was okay. And you?" I ask. "When you aren't reprogramming women into sex slaves, what do you do?"
"Other than fucking you?"
It's my turn to nod.
A look crosses his face, like regret maybe, or nostalgia. It's the way people look when they're looking into their past and aren't quite sure what to make of it. "I used to raise cattle. I like riding horses. I like being outside, under the sky. Fishing. Hunting. Camping."
I can picture that. Fuck, Mikey's such a damn man's man he can probably scoop a fish right out of a river, bash it on a rock and eat raw.
This is the first conversation we've had that wasn't about sex. It feels weird, and for some reason my throat feels tight.
His hand slides around my hip, and he pulls me against his chest, his nose touching my temple. A hug.
For a moment, I'm stiff, unsure what to do. We've touched a million different ways, me and Mikey, but this is different.
This is just...warm. He's not bumping his dick against me. He's not trying to manipulate me, he just wants to hug me.
He kisses my cheek softly, his bristled jaw scraping against my skin, and then his hand slides into mine.
"Let's go."
I try not to let him see as I wipe a tear from my cheek, picking my way carefully up the hill.
Breakfast today is the same as the other day. A big buffet spread out on one side of the dining hall, a row of tables with benches. I make a plate with Mikey, look at the bench when he steps over it, and slides down. The bench is hard, and I've got sixteen combined inches in my ass and pussy.
He raises a brow. "Take a seat, baby girl."
I suck in another breath. Gear up. Sit down gingerly, shifting experimentally. The plugs wedge deeper, filling me so full it's hard to imagine eating. Hard to imagine thinking about anything but the massive things inside me.
He toys with my hair, pushes it over my shoulders, so my breasts are clearly visible, nipples hard. He pinches one gently, and I let out a long breath. "Go ahead and eat."
I try, eat a couple bites of sausage. Strawberries. A few bites of wheat bread with butter.
"What's the harness for?" asks Duane, sitting down opposite us, a cup of coffee cradled in his big palms.
Mikey shrugs.
"Ain't a usual part of your process."
Mikey cuts a sausage in half, brings a big bite to his mouth, chews it slowly, like he's got time to burn. "She's not a usual type of girl."
I set down my fork, annoyed by the whole conversation and slide to my knees. I don't like how his eyes roam over my body like I'm some kind of puzzle he wants to solve.
Mikey backs up the bench for me, spreading his thighs and making room for me, as I slide down his zipper, tug his jeans down, and nuzzle my face in against his balls.
My eyes drift shut. If I were a cat, I'd purr. His balls are just so warm.
The pressure is greater in my pussy in this position, but less in my ass. I find my hips moving slightly, like I'm fucking myself.
"So if I was to tell you I'm gonna fuck that girl right now, what would you say?"
"I'd say its open season on her ass and mouth, but her pussy is closed for business at the moment."
"Why's that?"
Mikey's hand comes down to pat my head absently. "What's the questioning all about?"