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 arches her tied neck, and her body tenses before she breathes deeply. “Let it do all the work.” He rubs her inner thigh, and her body begins to shake, pulling on the restraints. “All you have to do is sit here and enjoy it.”
Getting up, he reaches for the cart again, grabs another one, and lubes it up while the other Lord watches with appreciation in his eyes.
It’s a fucking machine.
Evan comes back to her, bends down next to the seat, and reaches underneath it. He then inserts the dildo into her ass, and she cries out into the mask. Her fists clench and every muscle in her body tenses while she holds her breath. “A good and obedient doll loves all her holes filled,” he tells her.
Tears run down her bottom lashes, and she fights her restraints, but he’s got her tied too tight. She can’t move a muscle.
“She doesn’t seem very compliant,” the Lord observes, sounding disappointed.
“It’s in,” Evan informs him and stands. Walking behind the chair, he messes with the tank, and her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she relaxes into the chair. “Like I said, some need more than others. It’s not an exact science, but the mind and body can be manipulated.”
“She’s as stubborn as they come,” the Lord grunts.
Her body is slick with sweat, and she’s trembling. She looks like a sacrifice, and in a way, I guess she is. Everett was handed over to be a sex slave for the rest of her life. She’s a founder. Who knows how long she’ll live like this. She was what, nineteen, twenty? She could live until she’s ninety. Take her out of the world and any harmful situation, and she will live a very long life with the enhancements she was born with. Plus, who knows what they’re putting in her system that will contribute to that.
Evan gets my attention as he rips off the gloves, throws them away, and then puts stickers on her chest and her wrists, right up to the restraints. “This is going to track her heart rate and rhythm. It will tell us how many times she orgasms.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a Sharpie and pops the lid. “And this tells the audience who she is.” He then writes 111 across her stomach.
All of a sudden the 111 on her hip when we were on the Isabella makes sense. Something tells me that motel room she uses isn’t a coincidence either.
Tossing it to the side, Evan grabs the remote and pushes a button, and the fucking machine turns on. The dildo in her pussy makes long, slow strokes while she sits there, forced to take it.
The muffled sound of her panting and moaning fills the room before the older Lord turns to Evan. “I trust she’s in good hands?”
“Absolutely. She’s not going anywhere. I’m going to make her my very own personal doll and devote all my time to her.” He reaches out and lovingly rubs the top of her head while her tear-filled eyes look up at him, silently begging him to help her. “She’ll sell for a record-breaking amount when I’m done with her.”
The door opens, and the kid from the beginning of the video pops his head in. “May I speak to you for a second?”
“Please excuse me,” Evan tells the Lord and exits the room, shutting the door behind him.
The Lord looks her over, tilting his head to the side before he slowly walks around her with his arms crossed over his chest. Coming to a stop next to the chair, he says, “You’re going to love your new home, Eve.” Her eyes find his, and she thrashes in the chair while her chest heaves. “I bet you wish he would have killed you.” He runs his fingers along a fresh cut on her side. The dried blood still remains. “You’ve been lucky for far too long. Now your luck has run out.”
The door opens and Evan returns. “How about a tour of the facility?” he offers the Lord. “If you have some time to spare, of course. I don’t want to keep you if you have somewhere to be.”
He glances down at Eve for a second. “What about her?” It’s like he thinks she’s going to disappear if he takes his eyes off her.
Evan removes his cell from his pocket, and the sound of a woman gagging fills the concrete room, along with men grunting. “She’s not going anywhere. Plus, I can track and control everything from my phone.”
The Lord seems satisfied with that. “I’ve got time.” They both exit the room, laughing to one another while they leave her strapped to the fucking chair, all alone.
The video comes to a stop and the three of us spin around to face Bill and Adam. I see Gavin has entered the room while we were watching the tape. Where the fuck did he come from?