My Ellie · Part 2 (2/2)
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for me.” He pointed to the sink full of dishes, “You can start there.”
Diana glanced at the pile of dishes in the sink. She narrowed her eyes at the old man, wishing him dead. Her reward for that minor defiance was a mild tingle of electricity dancing across her skin. She jumped involuntarily. The message was clear, “Get to it.”
As Diana got precariously to her feet the old man reached out. She flinched as he reached for her breast with its nipple clip. “We’ll save this for later,” he told her as he released her crushed nipple. Her initial reaction was one of relief. Her nipple had been getting numb from the constant pressure. But relief turned to dismay as blood rushed back and desensitized nerves sprang back to life.
Seeing her distress gave Ed a gleeful smile. “Sometimes there’s no right answer in this world,” he told her. “But let me see if I can help out a little.” Before Diana could react he had put his hands on her waist belt. He leaned into her, planting his lips on the offending nipple.
She tried to push him away. But with her cuffed hands she couldn’t get any leverage. As he began to suck she nearly fainted from the weird combination of pain and pleasure. She managed to stay on her feet, just barely.
Ed waited until he heard her moan before he stopped. He released her, patting her on one latex clad cheek. “Get your chores done, slave. Then we’ll have some real fun.”
Diana teetered towards the sink with an icy lump in her stomach. Just what would “real fun” be? She shuddered to think.
She had just reached the sink when the vibrator inside her began a slow throbbing. A muffled yelp of surprise escaped around the dildo strapped in her mouth. Steadying herself against the sink she tried to ignore the sensation.
The chains on her cuffs gave her just enough slack to turn on the water. Every time she reached for a plate or glass she was reminded of her captivity with a tug at her waist. Added to that was the difficulty of seeing what she was doing with the posture collar on. She had to bend at the waist to see into the sink. But then she would have to straighten up to reach for what she wanted.
Diana tried slowing her dishwashing down. No sense hurrying on to the “real fun”. But a snap of current across her pussy let her know that dawdling would not be permitted. She had to grip the sink for a moment just to let the current induced spasm pass.
Through all of this the vibrator kept up its low steady rhythm. It wasn’t enough to push her into orgasm. It was just enough to make her think about it. Almost enough to make her want it.
When the last dish was done (he even had her dry them) he ordered her to the hall closet. There she found an old upright vacuum cleaner. Her next task was to clean the floors.
Just getting low enough to plug in the machine was a challenge. With her hands chained at her waist she couldn’t bend over enough to reach the outlet. She opted instead for a squat, keeping her body upright while she flexed her knees and hips.
Halfway through the maneuver the toe boots got the better of her. She lost her balance, toppling over backwards. As she landed on her ass she could feel the egg jostle inside her. The dildo gag pushed deeper into her mouth nearly making her retch.
“Clumsy slave,” the old man cackled. “That’s going to cost you.”
Diana squealed as the electrodes on her thighs sprang to life. Pulses of electricity raced across her crotch, causing her to twitch uncontrollably. She whimpered against her gag as the current was lowered. But it didn’t completely stop. The repeated zaps felt like someone was slapping her clit, over and over.
“If you want it to stop I suggest you complete the task at hand,” he told her.
Diana still held the electrical cord in her hand. She knew her captor wouldn’t stop until she did as she was told. Biting down on her gag to keep from whimpering she rolled onto her knees. Shuffling forward she reached out with her shackled wrist. As the plug went into the outlet the e-stim unit went silent.
“Well done slave,” the old man crooned. “Now here’s your reward,” he said as he pressed a button on the vibrator’s remote.
The little egg tucked inside her went to work at a manic pace. Diana felt a rush of heat suffuse her body. On her knees as she was she could easily reach her latex covered crotch. She pressed her hands against her sex, hoping to still the growing arousal there.
Ed watched her with sharp, gleaming eyes. Like a hawk watching a rabbit, he waited for just the right moment. When Diana seemed just on the edge of orgasm he cut the vibrator off.
Diana let out a strangled sound that was half sigh of relief, half growl of frustration. She was saved the humiliation of being forced to cum at the whim of the old man. But her body wanted the release of an orgasm. The ache between her legs and the urge to rub her hands there let her know it. She was glad the latex hood covered the flush of embarrassment from her captor’s eyes.
When the old man ordered her back on her feet Diana struggled to comply. But with the ballet boots and shackled wrists there didn’t seem to be a way to get back up. After several fruitless attempts she heard him say, “Here, let me help you.”
The old man got up from his chair. Unable to turn her head, Diana watched him as he reached for her head. His hand found her pony tail that protruded from the top of her hood. She squealed as he pulled upward.
With her head aching from the hair pull Diana struggled to her feet. He held her there until she steadied herself in her toe boots. The crazy old sadist gave her an extra tug for good measure before returning to his chair.
Picking up his two remotes Ed told her, “Get to work, slave.” He punctuated his command with a snap of electricity across her sex.
Diana let out a muffled yelp before shuffling over to the upright vacuum. Latex clad fingers found the power switch. The machine started with a dull growl as it beat the carpet. She started to push the machine before her.
She hadn’t used a vacuum in several years, having decided a cleaning lady was a better idea. Now she found that her current distressed state offered particular challenges. She had hoped to use the machine to steady herself in the torturous boots. But the posture collar prevented her from seeing where she was going. Bumping the power-head into the sofa earned her another sharp jolt from the electrodes.
To see where she was going Diana had to tilt her upper body forward. After a few unstable moments she found that by bending her knees she could balance out. This caused her backside to present itself in what must have been a provocative manner. She watched with revulsion as the old man rearranged himself.
“God,” she thought, “Can that old man still get it up?”
A sudden vibration from inside her warned her that she had other things to worry about. The old man was toying with the vibrator remote. The whirring little intruder was jumping from a mild throb to an intense buzz which made her want to clench her whole body around it.
Diana tried to ignore the growing arousal within her. She soon realized the pattern of the vibrator. It became more intense as she pushed the vacuum away from her. When she pulled it back it was a dull throb.
She tried to give herself a break by pausing when she brought the machine back. But the old man saw through that ruse. He rebuked her with a jolt from the tens unit. “My Ellie used to try that,” he said fondly. “Back then my answer was a slap on the butt. Gotta love new technology.”
An eternity later Diana had finished cleaning the floor. She wasn’t sure what hurt more; her feet or her hyper stimulated vagina. The old man even made her put the vacuum away in the hall closet, more walking on her crushed toes.
When she closed the closet door, shutting away the machine Diana found the old man had a dog lead in his hand. She could do nothing as he clipped it to the ring on her collar. It was a new level of humiliation as he tugged on the chain. “Come along, slave,” he commanded.
He led her across the house, making her walk at a pace that had her panting with exertion. Diana balked when she saw the bedroom door. She did not want to go in there. The pull on her collar told her that she had little choice in the matter. The message was clear; walk or be dragged.
He stopped her at the edge of the bed. Diana felt him fiddling with the little latex skirt. A moment later it was falling down around her feet. Still clad head to toe in latex she shouldn’t have minded. But somehow she still felt as if she was being stripped.
“You did such a good job with the cleaning that I’m going to let you rest your feet for a bit,” he told her. “You should say ‘Thank you Master’ for that.”
Diana responded with two sharp grunts. No. Almost instantly her pussy was spasming with a jolt of current. She toppled back on the bed, curing up in a vain attempt to reach the sparking electrodes. Through her gag she whimpered “Hank hoo haster.”
The torment stopped with those words. “Now, scoot yourself to the middle of the bed,” he told her.
Using her heels and elbows Diana moved herself to the middle of the bed. She watched in horror as the old man climbed up on the bed to straddle her. She heard the rattle of chains as he reached over her to the top of the bed.
“I’m going to chain your hands to the top of the bed,” he explained. “If you struggle you’re going to get hurt,” he said as he held up the remote. “Are you going to be a good little slave?”
Diana’s crotch was still tingling from her last TENS session. She gave one weak grunt. She could feel the turn of the padlock at her waist. He released her left hand, only to pull it up above her head. There was the faint snap of the lock closing as she was attached to the bed. The process was repeated on the other side, never giving her a chance at escape.
Her ankles still wore the leather cuffs that shackled her earlier. Ed ran a length of rope through the D rings of each cuff. Diana thought he would tie her legs to the footboard. She was surprised when he ran the rope up to the headboard instead.
Surprise turned to consternation as he took the slack up on one of the ropes. Diana tried to curl her leg against her thigh as the line tightened. But the old man stood up on the bed. He pulled up on her ankle with one hand while he hauled on the line with the other.
Diana struggled fruitlessly as her foot was pulled up towards her head. The other leg got the same treatment. Once both legs were in the air the ropes were tightened even more until her body was folded in half. Her feet hung in the air, almost level with her shoulders. She could feel her backside lift off the bed.
He left her folded in that awkward position for several minutes. Diana could not turn her head to see what he was doing or use her muffled hearing to gain a clue. But she soon had her answer. The old man leaned over her. In his hand he held a large paddle clad in black leather.
“This was my Ellie’s favorite,” he said as he showed off the paddle. “It would turn her bottom a delightful shade of pink. And oh, how she howled! The neighbors must have wondered why we always had the TV so loud.” He chuckled at the memory. “They probably thought we were deaf.”
Diana thrashed in her restraints. His intention was clear. He was going to hit her with that thing. Although she could wave her feet in the air it did nothing to help her exposed rear end.
“You should try to relax, Ms Williams,” he told her. “It hurts more if you tense up.”
Despite the trapped heat inside the latex Diana felt a chill as the old man began making slow circles on her butt cheeks with the paddle. She whimpered, “No,” into her gag.
“Since it’s your first time I should probably go easy on you,” he said as he continued to stroke her with the paddle. “But I won’t.”
Even though she was expecting it, the first strike of the paddle made her scream. Without the gag the neighbors would have surely heard. Tears welled up in Diana’s eyes, part pain, and part humiliation. The second strike on the other cheek came soon after.
After three strikes there was a pause. Diana’s bottom felt like it was on fire. The old man was stronger than he looked. Through the fog of pain she heard the old man speaking to her.
“This sort of thing should be instructional,” he told her. “It’s normally a corrective action. My Ellie used to make mistakes on purpose just to get a good session going,” he reminisced. “So I want this to be useful to you, my dear. Every time the paddle strikes I want you to think, ‘I will never take advantage of the elderly again.’ So, let’s get back to it!”
Diana jumped and screeched as the paddle went back to work. She thought of what the old man had said. But with each strike of the paddle she said in her mind, “I’ll get you for this.”
She wasn’t sure how many times he hit her. In the end she was just numb. Perhaps her lack of response made him stop, or maybe he was just tired out. Either way it didn’t matter to Diana. The pause only caused her to think, “Now what?”
Her answer was not long in coming. She felt his hand take hold of the catsuit’s crotch zipper. She felt the teeth popping as he opened the bottom of her suit. The zipper was long, running from just above her vagina all the way to the crack of her bottom.
“Oh my, you’re so very wet down here,” he said as he slid his hand between her legs. “Could it be that you are enjoying this?”
Diana felt a tug as he pulled the egg vibrator from inside her. She shuddered as he said, “I think we can find something better for in there, don’t you?” His hand dropped down running over her pussy and down to her anus.
“Now this hold doesn’t look like it has ever been touched,” he said as he ran a moist finger around her anus. “Is this a virgin butt hole, my dear?” he asked.
Diana tensed as she felt him press against the opening. She could feel his finger pushing inward. She tried to clench her muscles, keeping his probing finger out.
“Now, now Ms Williams,” he chided her. “My pinkie is going in. But there’s bigger things to come. I suggest you relax so it doesn’t hurt so much. We don’t want you damaged, now do we?”
Whimpering, Diana tried to relax. She had no doubt that he was more than happy to hurt her. As she eased her muscles she could feel his finger push past her sphincter. The pressure was bad but he slid in smoothly. She realized with a growing horror that he had lubricated his hand with her own vaginal juices.
Diana tried not to panic as she felt him working his finger back and forth, massaging her opening. The finger slipped out, only to be replaced with another one. She realized he was upsizing, stretching her with each finger on his hand.
Suddenly there was something hard pressing against her rectum. Diana let out a squeal of distress as the old man forced it past her sphincter. She almost sighed with relief when the tapered end slid into place, trapping its bulbous nose inside of her.
Leaning over her the old man leered. “Never been butt plugged before my dear?” he asked cheerily. “The first time is the hardest. I know it was for my Ellie. But by the time you’re done I think you’ll like it.” He held up a small remote. “And here’s the best part,” he said as he pressed a button.
Diana gasped as the butt plug began to vibrate inside her. It stimulated her in a way she had never felt before. She strained against her bonds, tried to shake her head ‘No’ against the posture collar. Her mind rebelled even as her body welcomed these new sensations.
While she struggled, Ed went to the head of the bed. He untied the ropes holding her legs in the air. One after the other he lowered them, securing them instead to the foot of the bed. In short order Diana had gone from being ass-up to spread-eagle.
Diana watched out of the corner of her eye as the old man stripped off his clothes. She was shocked to see the man sporting an erection. Wasn’t this guy like eighty years old?
“Surprised to see my little friend?” the old man asked as he rolled a condom down his engorged penis. “There’s a pill for everything these days,” he chuckled.
She watched in horror as the wrinkled old man climbed up between her legs. She closed her eyes. She could still hear his voice as he told her, “Now I’m going to fuck you, just like you tried to fuck my life, bitch.”
Diana shuddered as she felt him slide into her. He eased himself in gently, slowly filling her. He paused, letting her feel him inside of her. Then he pulled back and quickly slammed himself into her with a force that made her scream into her gag.
After the initial violent thrusts the old man eased off. Perhaps he didn’t have the energy for a sustained assault, she thought. He instead fell into a steady rhythm sliding in and out of her. With every thrust she felt his dangling testicles slap against her.
She could feel his hand slide over her latex covered skin as he rode her. Felt the fingers find and tease her exposed nipples. It was all too much. The vibrating anal plug, the prior session with the egg vibrator and his chemically enhanced manhood overrode her mind’s revulsion. Crying out against her gag, she came, her muscles clenching around him as he continued.
Diana sucked greedy lungfuls of air through the mask’s holes. Her body’s reaction had mortified her. What would have been the happy afterglow of post orgasm was replaced with a sense of humiliation. And still the old man was thrusting into her, turning pleasure into discomfort as overworked nerves tried to recover.
She was almost on the brink of another orgasm when the old man stopped. She could hear his heavy breathing as he lay atop her. Good God, she thought, what if he dies here? But her fears were ungrounded. He rolled off of her, stopping only to give her wet opening a quick slap with his hand.
“Thank you, Ms Williams,” he told her. “That was delightful,” he said as he donned fresh clothes. “Although I can’t keep up the way I used to. I’m going to introduce you to someone who can.”
Diana tugged at her restraints in a panic. He was going to bring someone else in her to use her as well? She watched out of the corner of her eye as he reached under the bed. A strange looking device emerged. It had a motor with a long shaft mounted on a board. And was that a big dildo at the end?
“I’d like you to meet Robbie. My Ellie named him that after a character in a movie. Long before you were born, I’m afraid. Anyhow,” he said as he carried it to the end of the bed, “ol’ Robbie has got stamina.”
Diana felt the board slide beneath her legs. She struggled as first one leg and then the other was untied from the bed and strapped to the board. She shuddered as the large phallus brushed up against her labia.
“I’m not sure you need any extra lube, seeing how wet you are,” he told her. “But I’m feeling generous today,” he said as he squirted lubricant all over the dildo. He stopped and looked at the bottle. “Oh silly me,” he said. “This is the stuff that heats up over time. Oh well, we will just have to go with it.”
A thumb screw on the shaft allowed the dildo to be advanced. Diana started to thrash as she felt it pushing into her.
“Now, now Ms Williams,” he said. “Robbie can be really rough if he’s not properly aligned. For the sake of your pussy I suggest you keep still.”
Diana had visions of the fucking machine tearing into her sensitive flesh. It was all the incentive she needed to keep still as the old maniac finished setting up the machine. She felt it slowly push into her as he fine tuned the shaft’s travel. Then it receded, but not far enough to leave her body.
Seemingly satisfied, the old man stood up. “There,” he said, “almost finished.” He turned to retrieve the cloverleaf clamps he had used on her earlier. Giving each nipple a quick tweak he affixed the clamps to her nipples. A thin cord was tied in the center of the chain that connected the clamps. He led that down to the machine’s shaft, where it was tied to the adjustment screw.
Diana was just blinking the tears from her eyes that the nipple clamps caused when she heard the old man say, “Ready my dear?” She had only a moment to prepare herself as he started the machine. The push rod slid the dildo deep inside of her before sliding back out. As it reached the end of its retreat the string to her nipple clamps tightened, pulling her nipples.
“So,” he said to her as he stopped the machine, “final explanation time. The plug in your butt is battery powered so it will only last a couple of hours. But I’ve got Robbie hooked up to a light timer. He’ll go on and off at different times to keep you entertained.” He paused to let that sink in. “Oh and you remember those electrodes on your thighs? Well, that has an AC port on the controller. It’s also hooked to a timer. Nothing like a little pain to go with your pleasure, I always said.”
Diana watched in horror as the old man leaned over her. She let out a whimper as he lowered a latex blindfold over her eyes. “I’m going to leave you here like this for the authorities to find,” he crooned. “But don’t worry, you won’t really be alone. I’m setting up my laptop at the end of the bed. I’m going to live-stream you on Youtube. I’m willing to bet you get quite a following.”
His voice faded, leaving her alone. She was blind, mute and nearly deaf. She tugged against her bonds wondering which device would kick on first.
The old man whistled to himself as he walked down the hallway. He picked up his two suitcases. One held his clothes. The other was filled with cash. When the young lady at the courthouse tipped him off about the committal proceedings against him he had moved quickly, putting a reverse mortgage on the house and liquidating his assets. He would live out his days on the beaches of Mexico, just another American retiree.
Ed stopped at his driveway. He looked at his old Ford. Then he looked over at the shiny BMW convertible. He smiled, fingering the keys in his pocket. Why not go in style? he thought as he shuffled across the lawn.
My Ellie · Part 2 (2/2)
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