Raya pulls out one of the religious texts from Simon's pack. That's what she needs to distract herself: The Seven Miracles Of Saint Malacar. That sounds innocent enough. She's going to be a good girl for Simon. That's probably the tactic she should have taken from the beginning. A man like Simon, he doesn't want things thrown at him - he wants to be the conqueror. When he finds Raya sitting demurely, her goodies locked away in a chastity belt, studying religious texts... he won't be able to resist. He'll grab her in his arms, push her onto the bedroll, unlock the chastity belt, and give her the fucking she deserves...
Shit! Stop thinking about sex! Raya shakes her head, trying to clear it. How the hell is she supposed to concentrate on a book in this state?
It isn't just the rousal of course. There's a psychological component as well. It's human nature to want what one can't have, and nothing better exemplifies that than a chastity belt. Plus there's the aspect of submission - having one's pleasure totally in the hands of another, to do with as they please. Raya's completely dependent on Simon for orgasms now, whereas Simon can still get his pleasure whenever he wants. After all, Raya still has one hole that isn't locked away, and she's become something of a blowjob savant over the last three months. Once Simon finds out just how good, he's probably going to want to leave her in the chastity belt forever, content to just enjoy her mouth...
Fuck, fuck, fuck. It's impossible to avoid thinking about sex. When had she started playing with her breasts? Raya hadn't even been consciously aware of it, but now she's rubbing and teasing at her nipples. That definitely isn't going to help matters - she forces herself to stop.
The trick, she tells herself, is to think of this situation like the collar. It's out of your control, so don't even think about it. Just let it happen. Except... it wasn't quite true, was it? If this had been one of Zeff's tortures, she'd at least be free to moan and thrash and beg. Unless he forbade that too, in which case that also fell under the "things I can't control" heading. But with Simon, she's forced to keep herself in check. She can't just get lost in the moment, or else he'll come back to find her humping a table leg and mauling her tits.
Raya slams closed the book she'd been trying to make herself read with frustration. It isn't working. She's far too aroused for anything except sex. And maybe, just maybe, there is a way.
Raya stands up and sticks her head out of the door of the dining room, looking down the hallway. It's empty, and silent. Simon said he'd warded the whole floor, hadn't he? Even so, it was probably foolish to leave the dining room. But Raya's past the point of being able to make fully rational decisions. She just wants to cum.
Raya steps out into the long hallway, half expecting Zeff to appear in a puff of magic. But nothing happens. The keep is silent. Simon is no doubt down in the lowest level, where Zeff's workshops are.
Raya makes her way to another hallway, and through a wooden door at the far end. The small windowless room she enters is starkly decorated. A small desk holds a number of crystals and geodes. They don't seem particularly valuable, but something about them had been of interest to Zeff - he'd occasionally spend hours on end examining them under a magnifying glass, patiently tapping on them with delicate instruments, and making thoughtful notes in a ledger.
Not that Raya had been able to pay too much attention to that.
She'd
spent those same hours tied to the only other bit of furniture in the room, cumming until her brain was mush.
Raya wonders if Simon found this room in his exploration, and if he did, what he'd made of the contrivance in its center. A pipe runs from the ceiling to the floor, going right through the middle of a large slab of polished wood positioned at a steep angle. Metal chains at the four corners of the slab were designed to restrain limbs, holding the victim in a not-quite-standing spread eagled position.
Raya can't suppress a shudder as she regards the pipe - an inch in diameter, made of copper, and humming with energy. Some sort of gas or vapor is being pushed through it, and escaping from small holes at the top of the pipe with a low whistle. Raya knows that it's part of the steampower system that powers the gnomish apparatuses that Zeff used in his work.
But it was the "humming with energy" bit that was all that mattered to Raya, when she'd been bound to the slab in a way that ensured her crotch was resting directly on the pipe. The smoothly polished wood and the lack of anything for her feet to rest on meant that essentially her full weight was crushing her pussy down onto what amounted to a giant vibrator. The position had been painful - agonizing after a couple of hours - but somehow that hadn't done anything to stop the orgasms from wracking her, a seemingly endless series assaulting her abused body, until long after any trace of pleasure had gone from them. The vibrating pipe was simply too powerful to resist.
Raya had dreaded her sessions on the steam pipe. But if anything can get her off now, despite the chastity belt, this was it.
Mounting the pipe proves awkward, without Zeff there to manhandle her into position. Raya pulls the desk chair over to help her get into position, and, grabbing hold of the wrist chains for balance, manages to scramble into position.
"Ohmmm..." Raya breathes out in pleasure, as she settles onto position. As soon as she wedges her metal-covered pussy onto the furiously vibrating pipe, she can tell her plan is working. The powerful vibrations are considerably dampened by the chastity belt, but not so much that they can't be felt. And in her condition, she doesn't need much.
