After a moment, though, he knew he had to stop—or he wouldn't be able to. He stood up and looked down at the Kitten's trembling body. She turned her head away and closed her eyes as her breasts rose and fell with the effort of breathing. He sighed deeply, savoring her scent and scent. It must be now. He pulled out the drawer attached to the desk. “You are beautiful, Kitten,” Eric said. Then he took out two hands. She didn't open her eyes but still cowered at the sound of the cuffs. “I was very, very obedient. I hope you will continue like that.” He cuffed her right wrist to the table in the most comfortable way and smiled when she finally opened her eyes to look at him with wide, curious brown eyes. "I didn't resist," he said with a beaming smile. “I am impressed.” She hesitated when he reached for her left wrist, but then her arm relaxed and her breathing quickened. Once he had locked her handcuffs, he reached out and ran his index finger over the side of her nipple. His “boy” tw
Day 10: Evening “I have to pee,” I tell Kudo. He grimaced but made no comment. "What? Humans have to pee from time to time, Kudo.” “Yes,” he said amusingly, “I know. I just don't understand why you feel the need to make it so obvious. Just a simple, 'I want to take a break' is enough.” I laughed and jumped off the bed to go to the bathroom. Kudo stiffened slightly as I passed by. He avoids my gaze and deliberately looks out the window. He may be weird, but I can't help but be curious about him. I wonder what kind of person he is when he's not in his FBI role. You know what they say about quiet people. I talked continuously for hours. My mouth feels as dry as bone. I removed the plastic wrap from a cup and collected water from the faucet. It tasted disgusting, but I swallowed it anyway. Somewhere far away in my mind, I knew I should feel emotionally drained, or even cry and sad. But mostly I just see…nothing. I'm not sure why. I guess it was because I already knew how the story w
Oooooo…she likes him. That surprised me, and it didn't. I've always treated Dr. Sloan and Agent Kudo as cyborgs, as if they were lifeless. It's exciting to see this new side of them. Kudo's face looked a bit red. I can't believe he's blushing. He really looks adorable. I don't want him to go. I want to sit on the bed and watch the two of them squirm at my scrutiny. It's true…only that is fair. “Come on, Kudo, stay.” I patted the space at the foot of the bed, grinning. He looked at me silently. If looks could kill… “You said you would listen to the rest of my story, remember?” “I really can't, Miss Ruiz,” he said, “but I'll come back later. In the meantime,” he opened his briefcase and pulled out a tape recorder, “record me, okay?” Sloan took the tape recorder and nodded, careful not to look at anything. "Of course." Kudo nodded curtly and closed his bag again, before almost running out of the room. I really couldn't believe what I just witnessed. “What the hell is going on betwe
Another surge of electricity ran through me. I am in dire need of liberation. I screamed behind the gag and struggled under the ropes, but that only added to my misery. I lifted my butt, trying to find a way to move and create enough friction to bring orgasm, but it was pathetically useless. I sobbed and let the tears flow as the pulse stopped. The door opened and a sigh of relief swept over me. Eric finally came back to end my suffering. I know you will. He approached slowly and I let out soft sounds, begging him to make it stop. As if reading my mind, his warm hand cupped my face and I leaned against it, pressing my wet cheek against his wrist and sobbing. If I could see, I would probably be more embarrassed and proud. Instead, I simply got lost in my misery and longed to get out of it. His hand moved down my neck and chest as another surge of electricity came in. I bend over. I want to come, no – I need to. The table shook as I struggled. Eric's hand caressed the soft flesh benea
“You really are wet for a virgin.” he said, and again, my whole body was red with heat and shame. "But there's nothing wrong with that." Is he smiling? Fear pierced through me. I hope this man leaves soon and Eric comes back to release me. A long silence followed the stars, punctuated by the soft sniffles and occasional sniffles of mine as I tried to keep the sobs as quiet as possible.Finally, he said, “Sorry, sweet girl. I will leave soon and I will not harm you. I'm just curious. Perhaps, with your true master's permission, I can further explore my curiosity." I tried to focus on the fact that he said he wouldn't harm me and breathed a sigh of relief, commanding myself to calm down and stop the tears from falling.“Eric is…so infatuated with you,” he said, chuckling softly. It seemed like a joke I didn't enjoy. “Do you love him?” he suddenly asked.I didn't answer anything. I was too tired, too shocked and scared to answer.“I can always turn it back on,” he said."Is not!" I yelle
It took a long time before the door opened again and this time, I won't simply accept physical relief. Unless, of course, that physical release involves punching Eric in the stomach and forcing him to unconsciousness. I growled as I heard footsteps approaching me, silently begging the one who was under my wrath to be Eric and not an uninvited guest. A smug laugh and I know it's him. I can't help but feel deeply relieved. “How are you feeling, Pet?” At that moment I just wanted to curse him terribly, but the machine started up again, and all I could do was stop myself from screaming. Over the course of the night, the frequency of the electrical impulses gradually decreased. I wondered if it was the benevolence my mysterious guest was talking about. Even so, the intensity of the electrical pulse was very strong, and it had been going on for many hours. They bring both pleasure and pain, and the tendency to pain is increasing. When the current finally let go of me, I couldn't help but
Well,” he whispered, I'm so tired. I didn't sleep all night. Eric was silent and I was glad. I have nothing to say to him. Even so, I really wish he would stop the torture for a while and allow me to sleep - alone. I began to fall asleep while he walked around and untied the straps of my thighs and legs. It's odd to feel dreamy and fulfilled, and at the same time feel jittery and anxious about being released. His warm palm touched my ribs and my sleepiness disappeared, but my anxiety increased. “How are your ribs?” he asked with concern. “It hurts a little,” I say, so quietly I doubt he can hear. “Is it that bad?” he looks worried. I hate it when he's like this. I'd rather he be a cold-blooded bastard. At least then, I could forgive him for what he did. Instead, he showed me a rare side of his humanity. It's even worse - knowing that he knows the difference between being kind and being cruel and still chooses the lowest of the two. I shook my head. He uncuffed my wrists and I i
He made me walk—with traces of his semen on my chin and neck, naked, sobbing on shaky legs, up the cellar steps and out into the civilized landscape of the court. villa above. I hesitated on the top step when I heard the unmistakable whispers of conversation from others. Eric pressed his hand firmly against the curve of my ass and urged me to move forward, but I just backed away and tried to step down. Catching me with one hand, he delivers a powerful, decisive slap on my sensitive buttock, and I can't stop myself from screaming, then stumbling through the door. Six pairs of eyes turned to me at once. In them is a mixture of surprise and delight. A strong desire to run welled up inside of me, but my hair was brutally grabbed by Eric's hand, forcing me to kneel at his feet, where I immediately clung to his feet and hid. . “Wow, the whole day just got more interesting,” said a strange voice, with a mellow southern accent. His comment was met with resounding laughter. I was too scared