The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter Five

My cock was raging, feeling like it wanted to explode but never quite able to. I could feel a pulse of pain come with the throbbing against the hellish steel cage that came with each heartbeat. I wished I could be free of my erection but at the same time I wanted to—needed to—cum after being that hard for so long.

My legs were in agony, spread and straining for so long in this position, atop the stiletto heels. I was feeling the weight of the immense fake breasts wear upon me as well. My shoulders ached—but it was easy choice to have them take more of my weight than the other choice: the evil anal hook. My neck was sore, thanks to my head being pulled back via the insidious nasal hook. Even amidst all this, it was still my cock that was the focus of my physical agony.

I couldn’t tell how much time passed, likely untold hours, as I drifted in and out of cohesive consciousness. As far as I could tell, the dripping flow of the “shake” never stopped. I had to swallow mouthfuls of it down, over and over.

Though a corner of my vision, I saw that Miss and Rebecca had returned. I wondered if it was a hallucination at first, but a second strained look convinced me that what I was seeing was real. Between the two of them they carried so many bags and boxes that it took at least three trips to carry into the bedroom. I waited for them to return, to come for me, anything.

All I could hear were the maddening sounds of the recorded moans and groans, and with the position of my head I had some very large blind spots. I tried to sense them, tried to feel the motion of the air around my mostly exposed body—I was feeling, after all, that a healthy breeze over my cockhead would be all I needed to achieve release. I was fooling myself, as I still ended up jerking in a shock of surprise when I felt a hand on me, saw them reaching up to stop the flow of the IV bottle, felt the unbelievable release of having the nose hook pulled down and removed. Being able, finally, to lower my head again made me fully aware of just how stiff and sore my neck was. The quiet calm of having the earphones removed was sweet relief to my addled mind.

I hated myself, at that moment, for just how happy I was to be able to see her face again, to lose my worries and doubts and discomforts in her eyes, to so quickly forget the agony I had been left in for her amusement. It was the briefest glance, as Miss continued to move around me. Behind me once more, she pulled heavily down on the rope, stretching my arms even more, pulling me up on the limit of my toes. It seemed so cruel, until I realised she was gather slack to be able to slide the hook down out of my ass.

She drew it out and removed it from the rope, and finally I was able to lower my arms. It was awkward, with them cuffed together, as they tended to naturally land over my cock; any contact only made the pain more acute. Having to open my arms to fit over the fake breasts helped, but having my arms squeeze them together was obscenely embarrassing. I looked down, over my body and predicament. The panties were stretched taut and there was a wet stain of precum marking the outline of my cockhead.

My mind swayed back and forth uneasily between agony and ecstasy. The ache and pain of the last few hours bubbled up inside me, but every time her eyes swayed over me, it all receded instantly, replaced with calm and happiness, thankfulness to be here with her, and an insane willingness to do it all over, to do even more, if it meant I could drown in her gaze.

I idly wondered what might have become of Rebecca, but only as a mild curiosity. This time I was not made to wait long, as Miss chose that moment to beckon her out of the bedroom.

It was freshly humiliating for me to be seen as I was, but when I saw the mortified wideness of Rebecca’s eyes, I felt a flash of anger and jealousy. I knew she was wearing a lot less that she might have been used to, but how could she feel anything but lucky compared to what she had seen me endure? It was gone in a moment, followed by guilt, as I knew that without me in her life, Rebecca would not be going through any of this. Lust was there too, along with the balanced pain, as my cock tried to react. My emotions seemed to be spinning out of my control.

She was stunning, head to toe, clicking out all in white, starting from the floor with leather high-heeled boots. Her legs were wrapped in gleaming latex stockings and since she had not been allowed or given any panties, the latex garter belt framed her pink pussy, now shaved completely bare. On top she had been dressed in a white latex bustier that was so low cut and tight that it squeezed her already generous breasts high and together, making them appear even larger. They swelled out and her flesh looked taut, like inflated balloons.

She wore a latex hood that was smoothed all the way down over her neck. There was a small opening, high on the back, with allowed her long brown hair to escape as a single ponytail. Her face was reduced to a circular opening at the front exposed her eyes and nose, but covered her mouth. The contours of her lips under the second skin seemed to suggest that she was well gagged beneath it.

Despite her obvious emotional discomfort, she never hesitated to obey Miss’s commands or instructions, and she followed the lead of her eyes as though drawn behind them by a leash. She did laps around my living room, around me. Miss had her move and pose in a variety of positions and poses, as though testing her mobility, or trying to see if there might be a way to get those breasts to finally burst free. Perhaps she was purely using Rebecca to torment me, as her final task in the living room was to step up to me, so close that her breasts pressed against the fake pair in my bra, and slide her body down, until she was rubbing her encased head against my straining cock through the panties, like a kitten eager to greet its owner.

Seeing her there, looking down at the valley of tight cleavage, feeling her stroke against me was agonizing. Her body was working on my lusts and growing needs, but my every reaction felt like a knee in my groin. It was with mixed feelings, then, that I felt Miss releasing me ankles from the spreader bar and leading me away from her. Rebecca was left kneeling in the middle of the living room as I could do nothing but follow Miss into my bedroom.

My closet, still empty, was wide open and I was led to the gaping doorway. There were now metal rings at the top and bottom of the doorframe on each side and they were the points to which my body was stretched anew, facing into the room. Her face had been so close to mine, her eyes smiling at me, and it was only after the locks had clicked shut that I realized how willingly I had held my hands and legs out to be restrained.

I was gagged once more with the lewd double-ended dildo gag. Familiarity made it no less humiliating to have the rubber cock jutting and swaying from my lips. It seemed she required one more agony, as she came at me with what looked like a wooden broomstick with a large floppy dildo fixed to one end. She cut away my panties, tossing them aside, and guided the toy up into my ass, causing me to groan audibly around the gag, and brought the pole vertical as she did so, until it was jammed tight between my spread body and the floor, making me squirm up onto my toes as much as possible once again.

I got a moment to look down and see my straining cock. It looked red and angry, attempting to swell around, almost engulf the series of gleaming steel rings. My cockhead, out beyond the last ring, was purple and swollen and glistening. I was afraid to know what touching it might feel like.

She then wrapped a wide, stiff leather collar around my neck. It was contoured, so as she tightened and buckled it onto me, I felt it hold my head still and immobile. I felt a leather leash affixed to a small steel ring at the front dangle down between my false breasts. There was little I could do but to stare straight ahead, over the bed.

With me trussed up, Miss turned to attention and gaze back to Rebecca. The very moment she left the bedroom to fetch her, I felt her absence, and my own unbelievable position, hit me like a baseball bat. It was too late, as even if I wanted to resist, I could no longer move more than a few inches in any direction. It did allow a few moments to think, however. I’d felt this enough, both the highs and the lows, for it to be clear how she affected me was far beyond than could be explained by her beauty. Added to that now, seen in such vivid detail, was that Rebecca also had to be experiencing the same thing. I knew her enough to be confidant that she harboured no sexual arousal to the opposite sex. I started to wonder what it all might mean, but clarity of though was gone once they returned.

Rebecca was led right past me and up onto the bed. She crawled up until she was on all fours, kneeling and waiting. Miss buckled thick leather cuffs, of matching white, onto her wrists and ankles. Rather than stretch her out spreadeagle, she pulled her wrists down to her ankles, locking the cuffs at each side together with heavy padlocks. Her face was pressed down into the pretty sheets and her ass was lifted high, offered up to Miss’s desires.

I felt a sympathetic déjà vu as I saw Miss buckling the harness anto her hips, placing the overstuffed bag of toys at the ready, and drawing out the first dildo to slop with lube and fit into place. The muffled groan that escaped from behind Rebecca’s hood confirmed for me that a gag was hidden there. Miss drove up into her pussy in a single long thrust, only to draw herself nearly out, before ramming home again. If Rebecca was given the mercy of Miss’s gaze, it was not to be via the mirror, but from stolen glances backwards.

Seeing this act repeated from the equally helpless perspective of a voyeur made me squirm not only with what I saw, but also with anticipation of what I knew was to come. I learned quickly to stop squirming, as it only antagonized the toy in my own ass. I soon realized that Rebecca would have it worse than I had, as Miss made it immensely clear that she would not stop pounding into Rebecca’s sex until she was forced to orgasm. Added to that, after the inevitable pause to photograph the protruding toy, Miss did not move immediately to the next, larger one, but fucked her ass with each one as well.

And so, for hours, there I was stretched out to watch. Each time I heard Rebecca’s ragged moans at her use, and then even more tormented ones as she was brought to the crest of an unwanted orgasm. The brief glances of her body while empty of toys, showed me her lips and clit swollen, no doubt sensitized to the point of agony. The rhythm was unbreakable: Fuck, photo, fuck, photo, larger, toy, and repeat.

From my position, I was at least spared the pain and ache of it, the shame of feeling myself taken over and over. Soon enough I felt my own kind of shame; I became aware of my own renewed ache from the gates of hell and realized that I was aroused by what was happening. The smell in the room was now thick with sex and sweat, and the Miss’s gleeful moans were harmonizing with Rebecca’s aching groans and orgasming gurgles.

I recognized the large red rubber phallus, with all its raised bumps. They appeared to work on Rebecca just as they had on me, creating a kind of fresh new hell of sensation. Just as with the others, she took it twice. I wondered if the orgasms were a release for her at all, or just a different torment.

Miss seemed to pause afterwards, as the dildo hung out of Rebecca’s ass after the latest photo. She was looking over the remaining toys, fingering them lighting, but not yet choosing any particular one of them. After a still moment, she turned back to me, giving me direct attention for the first time since she had finalized my restraint. The wave of pleasure, completeness and completeness that I had come to recognize from her eyes washed over me as she looked me up and down, but there was also a kind of purposeful wickedness in her smile that sent a shiver through me.

She approached, letting her fingernails slide down between my false breasts, over my stomach, and to the base of my tortured shaft.

“Yes, you know, I think it would be a shame to waste this,” she whispered.

She was efficient and quick as she freed my ankles and wrists from the doorframe. She let me stand free on the heels, but my ankles were joined together with a chain of maybe a foot in length. The dildo, still stuffed deep inside me, pulled the wooden handle dragging behind me as I was led to the foot of the bed.

Miss was right behind me, pressing me forward, until my shins were against the bed, and I was inches from Rebecca’s body, glistening with sweat and the oozing mixture of lubricant and her own juices. Her ass was nearly as red as the dildo that still filled it.

Miss was so close, pushing against me, and her voice was a rough scratch in my ears. “Fuck her. I know you wanted to. I know you still want to. I know you were watching me fuck her and wanting it too. Fuck her hard. Now.”

I did want it. I wanted to feel her wet around me. I wanted release, anything, for my cock. I wanted to do what Miss wanted. My heart was hammering away inside me.

With my shaft jutting straight out from my body, I didn’t really need my hands to line myself up with her, and I buried myself between her swollen folds, sliding up inside her. It was at once bliss and agony.

I wanted to drive hard, thrust deep, but the sweet velvety heat of her only made my cock react hungrily, trying all the more to swell past the limits of its cage. Each motion inside her was a fresh slap of pain, and as I felt my knees buckling I slowed to a near stop.

Miss would have none of it, taking hold of the dildo’s long handle, and driving me forwards. Her thrusts rammed me forward, full and deep inside Rebecca, so much so that my body forced the dildo fully back up inside her ass as well. As she drew the handle back, I followed, looking down at my reddened cock, slick and angry, drawing out of her like an obscenely ribbed sex toy.

Miss’s voice started to chant, to match the pistoning thrusts. “Take her, take her, fuck her, for me...” Over and over. Never stopping, forcing me through my own pain. Every move I made was a balance between two agonies, my cock and my ass, with the dildo gag flopping lewdly from my gagged mouth as a comic side-note.

The pain, the chanting, the intensity of it all was numbing my mind, blurring time and experience. I noticed gleaming wetness on Rebecca’s ass, and I realized they were my tears. In time, I felt a change too, a new tightness around my cock. It took me a few strokes to realize it was not my reactions or something that Miss was doing, but that it was Rebecca. Her pussy was spasming, tightening around me, gripping me. I noticed a change in the tone of her stifled verbal reactions, and I knew she was cumming again.

I was in a newly intensified torment. I wanted so badly to cum with her. I wanted release. I needed to feel my body given the reward I had surely earned after all these hours of erection. I wanted to feel thick cum spurting out of me, up inside her. I wanted to scream with shared orgasm. Instead, my only screams were of frustration and pain. The sensation of being engulfed inside Rebecca, the sweets sounds of her cresting, the heat of it all, the knowledge I was sandwiched between her and Miss—none of them were enough to overcome the painful trap. The infuriating device would just not let me cum. As Rebecca’s pleasure slowly receded, I could bear it no longer, and as Miss freed my ass of the dildo, I sank down to my knees, overcome and sobbing.

Neither Rebecca nor I were given any relief. Miss’s reaction to my collapse only teased me further. “A wonderful idea, my Edward!” she squealed, and her hands pushed my head forwards, burying the rigid cock of my gag just as deep into Rebecca as I had been moments ago.

Miss moved beside the bed now, guiding me with her eyes as much as with my leash, pulling me forwards again and again. This was an altogether different experience. I was freed of my own torment, and my senses were overwhelmed. The scent of Rebecca overtook me from so close, the sound of the wet sloshing of the dildo up into, the taste of her juices as they oozed onto my face and lips and gag. Most of all, it was Miss’s eyes, so close and intense and guiding me as much as each tug of the leash. I seemed to sink right into her mind and sense of pleasure.

Time was moving differently, so I had no idea if it had been slower or faster, but I was aware once more of the change in Rebecca’s noises, the increase of nectar, and her body shaking as she was driven to another unwanted orgasm. I was sure that if her restraint had allowed it, she would have just crumpled down onto the bed. I knelt there, so close and waiting. After a few minutes, her breathing calmed and quieted.

“Shall we allow her a bit of rest, my Edward?” Miss whispered to me.

I nodded in response, once again embarrassed by the flopping dildo I wore for a mouth, now slick and wet with Rebecca’s juices.

“Yes,” she said to herself as much as to me, “Let’s do that. Besides, we can’t really do anything with your little cage until you calm down a bit.” She took hold of the leash and led me, on all fours, out of the bedroom, down the hall, and into the guest bedroom.

As she pushed the door open for us, I noticed that it too had been redecorated in pinks, silks and lace. The bed frame was wrought iron, painted bright white, standing out against the pink, with flowery details and graceful curves. She guided me up onto the mattress, and laid me down on my back. Miss drew my knees up to my chest, until they nearly reached my huge tit mounds. She looped and bound a long rope just beneath each knee and then trapped my legs double with leather belts that buckled my thighs and calves together. The dangling ropes from my knees were pulled up, high and wide, towards my head and bound to the headboard. They were pulled so taut that my ass was nearly lifted off of the bed.

To keep me from sliding up the bed, intentionally or not, she affixed ropes from my remaining wrists cuffs down to the footboard, stretching my arms tight down along my sides. In this position my cock stood, still in its drug and erotically induced erection, coated and slick from Rebecca’s pussy, pointing directly at its rubber partner at my gagged face. The engorged flesh of my shaft was angrily swollen around each ring, looking every bit as tortured as it felt.

I watched in morbid curiosity, also trying to catch the slightest glimpse of her eyes as she worked. She was placing one more object on the bed, but I could barely see it, having to look down past my ridiculous cleavage. It was another dildo, mounted on a thin steel rod that extended from a metal box, about a foot square. Miss had secured the box to the middle of the footboard. She was slow and careful with her preparations, making me fear them all the more. I let go a moaning gurgle into the gag as she caused the dildo, slick and wet with lube, up into my spread ass. I could feel the fresh soreness all over again.

Lying there, for a moment I thought I felt as low and humiliated and in pain as I could possibly feel. Miss leaned over me, a small control in her hands. Her eyes revealed her smile, which pushed all the ache away from me. Then she pushed the button. The box began to hum and the dildo began to move, pistoning at the end of the steel rod, almost drawing out of me before it drove back in. It was steady, firm, merciless and devoid of emotion. It was just a machine, fucking my ass, over and over, at an infuriatingly slow pace.

Miss leaned over and actually gave me a soft kiss on the forehead. “Well, I’ve more work to do, my Edward, so I will let you rest. Once you’ve softened a touch, we’ll see if we can’t get those gates of hell of you.” I dropped my head back in defeat. Her fingernails tailed teasingly down my body once more. When she reached my crotch, see twisted and moved her fingers, cupping my full and swollen balls. It felt electric, almost pleasurable, until she gripped them and squeezed them tight. My scream was a raspy gurgle and the pain seemed to make my body shake. When I could open my eyes again, she was gone and I was alone behind the closed bedroom door.

She was gone, and over the monotonous hum of the fucking machine, I couldn’t hear what might have been happening outside the bedroom.

Again, some semblance of rational thought seemed to be allowed me, after a time. I didn’t want it, though. I didn’t want to be confronted by what I was doing, what I was allowing to be done to me, or what might further await wonderful Rebecca in the other room. I screwed closed my eyelids, trying to bring back the vision of Miss’s eyes. After a long while, in the darkening room, as I was repeatedly and mechanically violated, I fell away into a kind of sleep.

I awoke to the sensations of Rebecca, dressed now in a thigh-length mini-dress of body-hugging transparent latex, freeing my cock from the gates of hell. She was gagged tight with a red rubber ballgag. The soft quality of light made me assume it was now morning. Though her dress, I could see she was again wearing the leather belt at her waist and between her legs. I had no doubt it was holding the pair of rigid rubber toys inside her.

I saw a moment of recognition in her eyes, through her distant gaze. Forgetting my own torment, I felt so terrible for having drawn her into this. She was an innocent and had always been so wonderful to me. She had been a beacon in my darkness hours. She could have never expected that her kindness would be repaid like this.

Now, she seemed as trapped as I was. She moved with a kind of fearful mechanized jerkiness. I didn’t know if it was the daze of needing Miss’s gaze, fear of future torment, or both. She touched me as little as possible, as though repulsed by my condition or not willing to add to it. I know she was following Miss’s orders, no matter how bizarre and unfamiliar this world was to her. I knew exactly the draw of Miss’s eyes that would be urging her past all unwillingness.

She did not free me from the bed, but she did remove the dildo gag, though only long enough to replace it with a large ring gag that was a struggle to get past my teeth. Most happily, she removed the fucking machine, drawing its now-immobile dildo from my stretched and tormented ass.

Just as Rebecca was setting the awkward device aside, Miss appeared, her smile expressing her pleasure at the preparations, and at Rebecca’s apparently perfect obedience.

I wanted to resist her. Seeing Rebecca like this, transformed into a mindless puppet who could not be farther from her natural sweetness struck me so much harder than my own humiliating transformations. I tried to close my eyes, attempted to force myself to look away. Miss merely waited, and I could not say if it was curiosity or desire that drew my eyes back to hers. When I finally did, my torment and discomfort faded immediately in the calm reassurance of her gaze. Thoughts of anger and resistance and apology floated away into forgetfulness.

“It’s time for your reward, my Edward. You’ve been such a pretty decoration for Rebecca and me that I thought it only fair that she thank you. You see it’s time for another gift for you. It will be another first, I trust.”

The gag saved me from having to come up with any response. Miss took a place at the end of the bed, looking over me, her eyes burning into mine, her face framed by the V formed of my bound spread legs.

“Rebecca,” she explained, “is going to be the priestess for this lovely sacrament.”

Without another word, Rebecca clambered up onto the end of the bed, in front of Miss, kneeling on all fours. Her face rose up between my thighs. I wanted to judge her expression but I could barely make myself look away from Miss. I did notice that her breasts were pressed tightly together by the dress. Had the fabric been anything but the clinging latex, they would have surely tumbled out. Her nipples were visibly hard; the peaked buds would have been seen even if the material had not been transparent. Her face, still lovely even now, was distorted by the size of the ball gag and the tight pull of its straps indenting her cheeks.

It was with her hands that she next drew my attention. They were suddenly tight around my shaft, pumping me faster and faster without warning. I don’t believe I was drugged, but after the teasing of the night before, with the vision of Rebecca before me, and the glowing beauty of Miss’s eyes to top it all off, I was rock hard in an instant.

Rebecca was working me over with a hungry intensity. She was squeezing and pumping him, faster and tighter with each passing moment. Miss was right there behind her, leaning over her, whispering her encouragement as she smiled into my eyes and soul.

It was only with the first tensing of my muscles, a kind of electric pulse of sensation at my purple cockhead, that I became fully aware of implications of the geometry of my restraint. I was hard, throbbing, and ready to explode in seconds with all the delayed release of my merciless torment. My cock, however, just happened to be pointed directly at my own mouth, which happened to be held wide open by the ring gag. There would be no reprieve via Rebecca, as both her hands were tight around me, and her mouth was gagged tight and full.

My conscious mind, the mind of my old self, was rebelling, revolted by the seeming inevitability of what was coming, but my body was too far gone to be stopped. After those drugs, the non-stop caged ache of being in the gates of hell, even having to wear it to fuck Rebecca for the first and perhaps only time, deprived of release over and over, my balls felt heavy and full as they slapped against my body, and would not be denied.

I couldn’t even really prepare myself, looking up at the faces of Rebecca and Miss. Rebecca with her drooling, stretched lips and jiggling breasts providing such a different message that the silent protest behind her wide yes. Evan far more than that, Miss’s eyes were a world to be lost in, an oasis to find every possible joy within.

My explosion was sudden, ragged, raw and overwhelming. The first thick shot of cum was guided perfectly right into my gaping mouth by Rebecca’s aim, hitting just a bit of my upper lip before splashing down onto my tongue. My spasming cock kept spurting, over and over, lobbing globs of jism at me. Rebecca was now milking me as much as she was pumping me. At least five heavy loads were guided into my open mouth until the last, in its weakness, left only thin wet line over my chin and neck. I could taste myself sharp, musky and salty. I fought the reflex to gag. There seemed to be so much, coating my lips and floating in my mouth, yet I resisted swallowing.

Miss’s voice floated over me once more, with a warm smile in her eyes. “Take it. Drink it. Know forever that you have done this for me.” And so I did.

In moments they were gone and I was left there, bound and alone with my thoughts filling my mind just as my taste filled my mouth. Eventually I drifted back to an uneasy sleep tormented with dreams.

I woke with a start, the sky now blue and bright in the window. I found myself stripped completely and freed of all restraints. I pressed my ear to the door, but couldn’t hear any voices or noises outside the room. I tried the handle but found that it had been locked from the outside.

Resigned to waiting, I went back to crawl into the bed. I tried to comprehend the building malaise I was feeling. I knew that eating my own cum was a new low but in taking it all in, it really wasn’t that much past many of the other events of my new life. And after all, I had seen the smile in Miss’s eyes when I erupted. I knew to my horror I would still do anything for that experience.

I did feel bad for Rebecca. I could tell she didn’t want this, any more than I had when it started. She was such a pure spirit and the kinds of things she had seen, done and had thrust upon her were miles outside her realm of experience. I wondered if she would recover, what she would think of me, or Miss’s role in all of it. Would she too wear a mark on her that would deny her the dismissal of all of this as a nightmare? As much as all of this did weigh on me, I knew that it didn’t explain how I felt, how empty and alone my heart was.

I hated myself as the truth hit me. The very moment the thought entered my mind I knew it was inescapable. It was Miss; I wished I could see her eyes.