Monique · Part 2 (2/2)
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As soon as she finished his arms, she directed her attention to Rick’s legs, paying particular attention to the areas just above his knees and at his ankles. When Monique finished his legs, Rick could hear some rustling from the nearby packing case.
Rick’s body was so relaxed, he felt like a wet noodle. The massage was perfect except that his right shoulder seemed to be falling asleep. Rick began to raise his elbows up to adjust his body only to find that he couldn’t move. It wasn’t that he was too relaxed to move. Something was actually preventing his movement, and he was suddenly overcome with panic.
“Monique? What have you done? I can’t move a muscle,” Rick said urgently.
“Relax, dear. It’s just part of my job,” she said as she continued to locate and remove items from the packing case.
“No, really. I don’t like this anymore,” he said becoming louder.
Monique stopped her activity and moved to the side of the table.
“But I’m not finished. I thought you were enjoying yourself. We haven’t even gotten to the really good part,” she said calmly.
“No. I need to get out right now,” he said nearly yelling.
Monique reached under the table. She removed the flexible tube and began to stroke his penis. It became even harder than before.
“Oh, I think you’re doing just fine,” she said smiling.
Rick’s already elevated breathing and heart rate increased further. She was right. He did like that part, but he was still panicked.
Monique knelt down to get a closer view of, and access to, Rick’s genitals. She opened her hand and examined the two pieces of hardware in her palm. Each piece was C-shaped, and when assembled together, they would form a ring with a diameter of about 1 and ½ inches. The surface of the outer circumference was brushed chrome, and surface of the inner circumference was primarily rubber except for a small rounded electrode in the center of each piece.
Monique positioned the two pieces above Rick’s ball sac, and taking care not to pinch him, she assembled the two halves into a ring. She pressed the two halves toward each other until they locked together a “click.” Once the pieces were secured in place, the ring appeared to be seamless. There was no keyhole or any other visible means of removing the ring. In fact, aside from destroying the ring, it could only be separated into its two halves using a custom made tool having a powerful magnet on each side. Although the tool was easy enough for a child to operate, obtaining the tool was nearly impossible – even if you knew what you were looking for. Without the tool, the ring would remain permanently attached.
As small as the ring was, it could perform a number of important functions. It housed a surprisingly strong battery that powered the assembled device. The battery was used by a Bluetooth receiver that allowed the ring to be controlled by another Bluetooth device, such as a smartphone. The battery also powered a vibration mechanism that could be set to a variety of settings, including intensity, pulse, duration, etc. Finally, the battery could be used to energize the electrodes that were constantly in contact with the tender skin of the wearer’s ball sac. Like the vibration mechanism, the electrodes could be set to a variety of intensities and durations.
“Hey, what are you doing? Stop that! Let me go!” Rick screamed.
Monique was becoming annoyed. Why did it always have to go this way?
Unfortunately, Monique had anticipated Rick’s reaction. She had already removed an accessory from the packing case that would remedy the situation.
Monique slid on her knees from Rick’s privates to his face. She reached behind her to retrieve a faceplate that she had just removed from the packing case. The faceplate was designed to cover the lower portion of a client’s face beginning just below the nose. One side of the faceplate was made of thick, easily compressible foam subtly contoured to match the lowermost features of a client’s face. A thick rubber phallus projected through the foam of the faceplate in a location that corresponded with the wearer’s mouth.
The other side of the faceplate was solid plastic, and it could be fastened to the underside of the table with a set of corresponding latches. Monique inserted the phallus into Rick’s mouth during a particularly energetic scream, and deftly locked the faceplate to the bottom of the table. His screams were now barely audible, and Rick was shocked. He could not dislodge the gag by backing his head away because of the leather strap that Monique had surreptitiously applied to hold his head down, and he could not push the phallus out of his mouth because the faceplate was immovably affixed to the table.
Monique rose to her feet, leaned forward, and whispered into Rick’s ear.
“Shhh, honey. Relax. You wanted to see what I do for a living. Try to enjoy it.”
Monique smiled a sad smile. She had done this hundreds of times to men who likely deserved this type of treatment, but she knew that Rick wasn’t like any of them. She had started to fall in love with him, which was probably a mistake for both of them.
Dismissing her sentimentality, Monique forced herself to focus back on the task at hand.
Reaching behind, Monique picked up a new pair of gloves, a jar of lubricant and a chrome butt plug. The chrome device supported all of the same features as the chrome ring that Rick was already wearing. As she dipped the chrome intruder onto the jar of lubricant, she idly wondered what was in the lubricant that made is so effective. Every time she used the stuff, even the most reluctant client seemed to swallow the device right up. Muscle relaxant? Some kind of heat treatment? No matter. What mattered was that it worked, and Rick’s physiology was no different. Within seconds, the entire shaft was inside of Rick.
Even though Rick was completely immobilized, Monique knew that he didn’t accept the plug without a fight. She could see his ass muscles tightening and twitching to keep the thing out, but his body betrayed him, and it slid in with a gentle push.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Monique could now relax and take a short break. She took her time packing up the accessory case, and she rolled it to the far corner of the room where it would be restocked before the next client was serviced. She walked to the kitchen area to get a bottle of water and a straw.
Monique was about to retrieve the largest packing case when she thought better of it. She would normally let her clients take care of that task in order to allow them to acclimate to their new situation. She would probably be doing Rick a disservice if she didn’t give him the same opportunity.
Monique turned toward Rick. She noticed that the frequency of his nearly imperceptible twitches was decreasing. She leaned over his ear and whispered.
“Honey, I am going to remove the gag, but you have to promise not to scream.”
She didn’t wait for a response. She knew one was not forthcoming.
Rather than fumble with the faceplate, Monique worked from above. She loosened the straps that held Rick’s head, shoulders and lower back to the table. She also unfastened the leather coverings that she had used to restrain his arms.
Once his upper body was free, Rick lifted it up from the table and sat back in a kneeling position. His lower legs were still restrained and attached to the table. He was spent. He stretched his arms. He twisted his head. He worked his jaw.
Maintaining her distance, Monique offered him her water and he sipped from the straw before speaking.
“What the hell was that?” he said accusingly.
“That’s what you do for a living?” he continued incredulously.
“You don’t know the half of it,” Monique said as Rick fumbled to extricate his legs from the table.
“When you are free, please stand next to the table so that I can demonstrate your accessories,” she said pleasantly.
“What? These fucking things?” Rick said angrily, motioning toward his private areas.
“No need to explain! I am going to find a tool box and cut this thing off!” he said starting toward the door.
Monique calmly watched him from the other side of the table with her smartphone in her hand. After his first step, he stopped.
“No. First, I’m going to get this thing out of my ass!”
He reached behind to remove the plug.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Monique warned.
As if on cue, both devices worn by Rick emitted jolts of electricity that brought him to his knees and took his breath away.
“Rick, honey,” Monique pleaded, “just stay put and let me explain.”
Monique told Rick that she owned the company with Samantha. Their company was in the business identifying successful men in the financial industry, kidnapping them and training them to be slaves. She worked with Samantha to identify the clients. It was also her job to perform the kidnapping, but Samantha was in charge of the training. Monique explained that they were usually hired by a betrayed wife, a jilted lover or a corporate competitor.
She continued to explain that it wasn’t supposed to be that way with him. She tried to keep her business separate from her personal life, and she was truly fond of him.
“But when you continually pried into my profession and insisted that I confide in you, you left me no choice,” Monique said with tears welling up in her eyes.
Rick was taking everything in, but he was unable to speak. He had only just caught his breath. Besides, he didn’t know what to say anyway. The situation he found himself in was completely unbelievable.
“Obviously, the devices are tamper-resistant,” Monique continued.
“The shock you received was a – the lowest level available. The next time you tamper with either of the devices, you will receive a shock. There are a total of 5 levels, but we have never had to use anything more than a – and that was not pretty.”
Rick remained silent.
“The training is typically painful, and I am really sorry that you will have to go through it. Please do whatever Samantha says. She is tough, but fair. She is my best friend.”
A tear rolled down Monique’s cheek.
“I don’t really think that I need to further demonstrate the accessories, except to tell you that they can be controlled remotely, like by using a smartphone. And they can deliver pleasure as well as pain. I understand that it is really nice. I hope you get to experience that part of it instead of the pain.”
“Monique. You don’t have to do this. I love you. I would never tell anyone about your work,” Rick said with conviction.
“Unfortunately, I can’t be sure that you really feel that way, or whether you are just saying it to get out of the situation. In any event, the time for pleading and discussing is over. From now on, please just do as you are told.”
Rick shook his head in disbelief.
Monique then directed Rick to stand near the largest packing case. She removed a plastic and rubber tube gag from the accessories case. She tossed the device to Rick and instructed him to insert it into his mouth. He looked at the gag, then at Monique.
“Just do it, please, and quietly,” Monique said before he could object.
Rick fed the tube into his mouth until a rubber flange at one end surrounded the outside of his mouth. Monique pressed a button on her smartphone, and two rubber bladders on either side of the tube began to inflate until Rick’s entire mouth was completely filled except for the center breathing tube. Rick grunted, and the butt plug and scrotum ring shocked him. Once again, he fell to his knees.
Monique let out a small empathetic whimper.
“Again, Rick, you must do as you are told. The gag has a sensor in it to prevent you from making any noise. That was a warming shock,” she explained as she frantically tapped her smartphone.
“Normally, the shock intensity would increase upon your next infraction, but I am setting the devices so that the intensity of these shocks will stay at . I know that it is sometimes hard for you to keep your thoughts to yourself. Of course, I can’t control what Samantha will decide to do,” she said apologetically.
“Do you understand?” she asked.
Rick glared back at her from his knees and nodded.
“Okay. Now, take the largest packing case. Lie it on its side, and open it up” Monique directed.
Rick complied in silence.
The interior of the largest packing case contained a thick foam insert to protect the contents of the case. The foam insert was shaped like a human figure in a fetal position. Monique then directed Rick to position himself inside one half of the case as indicated by the foam insert.
Again, Rick reluctantly and silently complied.
Once Rick was properly inside one half of the case, Monique walked over to the other side of the case and flipped it closed with her foot. It was as though she didn’t really want to have anything to do with the case. It was like she despised the case.
With the packing case closed, Monique composed herself and checked to ensure that all of the clasps were properly closed. She checked to ensure that the air holes near his mouth and ears were unobstructed. Finally, she lifted the case to its upright position and looked into a vent that was directly across from Rick’s eyes.
She could see that he was crying. She was crying too.
“Rick, I really do love you,” she said softly.
“Samantha will be by shortly to take you to the training facility. Please be good. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I may not be able to visit you, but I will check on you every chance I get.”
With that, Monique turned toward the door and made her way back home.
Rick sat silently in the packing crate watching Monique leave. She turned off the light of the interior room, and she turned off light of his life.
Without Monique, he knew he had no hope of changing his fate. He wondered about his future. He felt a longing for Monique that was more than a longing for her to save him. It was the longing of a profound loss. A tear streamed down his cheek as he sat waiting for Samantha.
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