Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
She moans.
“You’ve got one more week of orgasm training. And then I’ll lock you in a chastity belt. No penetration and no coming.” He smiles and adds to the audience watching, “That’s when they really start to beg, and desperation shows just how obedient they can be.”
Letting go of her hair, her head hangs forward, and he removes his cell from his pocket. The sound of the vibrators fills the room seconds later. Her body tenses and she throws her head back, crying out, coming almost immediately.
“You’re so pretty, Eve. But your face isn’t what’s going to bring in the money. Your love for pain is what’s going to have the men wanting you to themselves.”
I’m confused as to what game Evan is playing here. He’s speaking to the audience as if they still have plans to sell her. But the video that Bill sent me was Evan explaining that Eve was going to be a recruiter.
Pausing the video, I start to pace. “Why?” I ask myself. I know the feeds bring them money, and I bet they’re collecting a lot with Eve. So why not lie? The viewers will never know that she’s not sold. They will just think that they didn’t buy her.
The last video showed Evan turning off the live feed when she was in the small room, so the audience has no clue what they have planned for her future. Evan is using that to his advantage.
Sitting back down, I push Play.
Her voice rings out as her body begins to shudder while she comes once more. He gently pulls her hair off her face and shoulders, gripping her cheeks. Snot and tears run down her bruised face. When you’re dehydrated and starving, you tend to bruise quicker than normal.
I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes before, but hers go blank. Just like that night on the yacht when I first touched her. She’s mentally checked out. Or she’s just high on the drugs and the orgasms. There’s no telling what they’ve done to her off camera that is contributing to her current state of mind.
“Eve?” he questions, glancing at her and then smiles proudly. “That’s what I want to see.” He reaches out and runs his knuckles over her latex-covered breast. “See? I knew you could do it, dolly. But this is a punishment. And the only way to learn from a punishment is to remember it.”
He turns and walks to a drawer. Opening it up, he removes a chain and gag. Standing in front of her, he orders, “Open wide.”
She does as she’s told. No fuss. No pleas. He gently places the gag between her dry and cracked lips, slipping it into her obedient mouth. Then he wraps the thick straps around her head and buckles it tight, the leather pinching her already sunken-in cheeks.
A black rubber tube with a bulb hangs off the front, telling me it’s an inflatable gag. He picks up the bulb and squeezes it in his hand. She doesn’t even act like she notices. Her once pretty green eyes remain vacant, but her body still trembles. It makes me wonder how many times she’s come since she was shoved into the room. Evan pumps it again, and she blinks, her body jerking involuntarily.
I’m afraid he’s going to cut off her air. Inflatable gags are no joke, and she’s not coherent enough to communicate if she’s able to breathe through her nose. Some can be filled so large that they block your airway, or she could gag, resulting in vomiting, which she could drown in.
Doing it once more, Evan’s finally satisfied when her cheeks are swollen and helps her to her feet, positioning her in the center of the room, turning her to face him. “Look at me, Eve.”
She stares at his T-shirt, eyes so empty she might as well be dead.
“Eve,” he growls.
Still nothing.
He angrily removes his belt from his belt loops and slaps her across her upper thighs. As the leather hits her latex-covered legs, her eyes widen, and she falls to her knees. All you can hear is the faint sound of a mumble through her gag. Inflatable gags make it damn near impossible to speak.
“There you are.” He yanks her up, and her wide eyes look around as if she doesn’t know where she is. She tries to talk, but drool is already running down her chin. No recognition of what just happened.
“You’ve got a butterfly gag in your mouth,” he informs her, and she tilts her head back as her throat works, trying to swallow. “It’s inflatable and very restrictive. You’ll have to breathe through your nose because the gag won’t allow it.”
Blinking rapidly, tears fall from her bottom lashes.
“You were a good girl just now, but you still have to be punished for that stunt you tried to pull.” He runs his knuckles over the bruises forming on her neck before removing a chain from his pocket and connecting it to her ring in her nose.