The aftershocks from the orgasm still rippled through Eileen's body as she sat quietly on the edge of the bed. She made no move and offered no resistance as her husband locked the wide, padded, polished metal cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She could still taste the bitter dregs of his semen in her mouth, and her ass throbbed from the smooth metal probe she had so recently pushed up inside herself. It had been bad enough when he had tied her down helpless and violated her; but today, she had done it herself. She had thrust the thick, veined rubber dildo into herself while the bellhop watched; her hands had driven the probe into her ass while her husband used her mouth. And both times, even while shame and disgust poured through her, she had climbed to heights of ecstatic pleasure she scarcely even knew were possible.
All her life, her mother had warned her against this. From the earliest days she could remember, her mother had told her about women who became too attached to sex. Eileen could vividly recall one day, many years ago, when her mother had gathered her up on the rocking chair she used to sit in near the big bay window and explained the rules of sex to her. "Now, child," she had said, as she smoothed her powder blue dress to make room on her lap, "there are some things you must know so that you grow up to be a proper lady."
Eileen had climbed into her lap to listen, wide-eyed. "The world is filled with corrupt and evil men, and the only thing they want is to do is to use you for disgusting things. You must hold on to your virtue, and hold on tight. Otherwise they will ruin and spoil you."
She clutched her mother's dress, confused and frightened. "How will they do that, mommy?"
"They will want to touch you, the same way that a mommy and a daddy do to make babies. They will tell you that it will feel good. But you mustn't let them! Girls who like the way it feels will turn into dirty tramps. You mustn't let that happen to you. Only when you are married should you do these things, and only to have babies. Remember that!"
Anthony's voice jerked her back to the present. "Lie down." He put his hand between her breasts and pressed her back on the bed. She whimpered and lay still. He bustled around the bed, and in moments the cuffs she wore were locked to the chains attached to the corners of the bed. As he had done the night before, he left the chains slack enough for her to change position and roll over, but short enough that she could not leave the bed or touch herself.
When he'd finished, he sat on the bed and smiled down at her. "When we first met, you thought the idea of oral sex was disgusting, remember? You said you'd never done anything except in the missionary position. With the lights off." He chuckled. "We're only two days into our honeymoon, and here you are screwing in dark alleyways, fucking yourself in the ass, and jilling off in front of the hotel staff." He brushed her hair away from her face and caressed her cheek. "And for someone who doesn't like giving head, you suck cock like a pro."
She flushed and recoiled at his words. "Why are you saying these things to me? Why are you doing these things to me? You have no right!"
"Why? Because you want me to." He traced one of her nipples idly with his finger. She jerked away and tried to cover herself with her arms. The chains brought her up short.
"No! I don't want you to! You are r-r-raping me!"
He placed both hands on her shoulders and pressed her firmly down onto the bed. She struggled and tried to twist away. He leaned over her and held her pinned under his weight until her struggles subsided. "Raping you?" he asked. "Hmm. Yes. Yes, I suppose I am. Several times, as I recall." His hands glided over her smooth, soft skin, down over the swelling mounds of her breasts. He squeezed and fondled roughly; his thumbs pressed into her nipples. "And I've only just begun. I have lots more in store for you!"
Tears slid silently from her eyes. "Why are you doing this? It's wrong!"
"The real question is, why does it get you off? You come every time I do these things to you. Your body must like it."
She shuddered and tried to turn away from him. He gripped her breasts tightly and pushed her flat on her back. She shuddered and wept harder. "Don't touch me! You have no right! Let go of me!"
His hands squeezed and relaxed rhythmically on her breasts. "Have you wondered why it is you get so wet when I force myself on you? Have you thought to ask yourself why you're so turned on when I chain you down and shove things up your ass, or why your nipples get hard when I expose you to people?" He squeezed harder, and she gasped. "For that matter, have you wondered why you acquiesced to all this so easily? You've scarcely put up a struggle at all. You haven't tried to leave or fly back home or anything." He leaned close and grazed her lips lightly with his. She turned her face away from him, and he chuckled. "It's because, deep down inside, this is what you want. You want to be a sex slave." His warm breath touched her ear. "You like this," he murmured softly. "This is what gets you hot."
"No! No!" she cried. The chains clanked as she thrashed under him. "You're wrong! You're making me do this! You-you bastard!"
"Don't try to pretend this doesn't get you off, you dirty little slut." He shoved his hand roughly between her legs, forced her knees apart. "Do you remember the story you told me when we first started dating, about how you discovered masturbation? Do you remember describing the only way you could make yourself come?"
She writhed on the bed, sobbing. "I...I told you..."
"You told me that the only fantasy that worked for you was about being kidnapped by pirates. You would lie in your bed, when everyone else was asleep, and imagine that they had taken you captive. You told me how the pirates stripped you and paraded you naked on the deck of the ship, remember? Then they took some rope and tied you to the mast, and they all took turns raping you. When they were finished-"
"When they were finished," she said quietly, "they locked me in a cell deep below deck and kept me there. Sometimes, one of them would come into my cell and force himself on me. They would make me do things, dirty things, with my hands and my mouth and my body. They would push me down on the floor and have sex with me through the bars." Her face turned crimson.
"Mmm, yes." Anthony caressed her gently. His fingers brushed back a dark curl of hair that had fallen in her face. "And sometimes, there would be more than one of them, wouldn't there? Two or three of the pirates would go into your cell at the same time. They would all take you at the same time, and you couldn't get away. Your family tried to ransom you, but in your fantasy the pirate captain took a special fancy to you, didn't he? He decided he would rather keep you for himself. So he locked you in his cabin, and he used you whenever he liked. Isn't that right?"
His hand probed deeper between her legs. Long, agile fingers parted her lips, coaxed out her clit. She shuddered and wept harder. "That doesn't make it okay for you to do this to me! You have no right! You can't do this!"
