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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: When Seeking Revenge..., AKA Counselor/Client/Victim
Author: Eigniu
Content Warnings: I won't say my stories never have a happy ending, but... This isn't the place to look for objective good to overcome objective evil.
First posted in three parts, longer ago than I care to remember, but I've recently gone through to edit and adjust it a bit. It's a simple story, but taken as a whole I think it's a pretty good intro to the themes you're likely to find in much of my writing. (It's also an opportunity for me to grow accustomed to the formatting of yet another forum system...)
Hope you enjoy.
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When Seeking Revenge...
Part 1: Counselor
“Look, look, you’ve-- Please, no wait, please just hear me out for-- Please, PLEASE! You’ve made your point.” The woman’s voice wavered between desperate begging and an attempt at negotiation, until she saw them moving the torturous device back towards the junction of her thighs. Then even her attempts at calm shattered, her eyes flying open in her flushed face. “Please! I’ll-- Oh God. Oh, oh, ohhh… oh GOD PLEASE!”
She was an attractive woman, in her early 40s. Brown hair that she cut short and kept simple. Large breasts. A body toned by moderate exercise, not for strength, but to look good in a suit… and she did. She was the kind of woman who could walk into a room in a pants suit and demand respect. A woman who was used to being able to negotiate just about anything.
Now she was here, bound to their ‘correction board.’ A rope around her neck, to stop her from lifting herself from the board. A tie around each wrist and elbow, leaving her arms trapped useless at her sides. And a tie around each knee and each ankle, her thighs split nearly 180 degrees, with her knees bent at a right angle along the side of the board.
A powerful woman, reduced to this. Spread open. Vulnerable. And unable to do anything but beg and thrash her head back and forth, as the vibrator quickly dragged her over-sensitive body to another unwanted orgasm.
“Too, too, too sensitive. I can’t, I can’t, what do you, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY, PLEASE! I can’t, I can’t I--” Her voice cut out, raw wrists and ankles pulling on the ties as her body fought the bondage, as her mouth opened in a soundless scream. As the agonizing pleasure from the vibrator dragged another countless peak from her overstimulated body, until she collapsed back against the board, quivering.
Only then did one of them lean over, running a hand beneath her suit jacket, one of only two pieces of clothing they’d decided to leave her. Sharp fingernails found her nipples, pinching and twisting them, and a voice spoke.
“What do we want you to say?” The feminine voice chuckled harshly. “A lawyer to the last, aren’t you? A negotiator. But this isn’t about what we want you to say; it’s about what you’ve said.”
The woman continued to heave against the board as this new voice spoke, staring desperately up at the silhouette against the bright light they’d left shining down on her. Before, they had taken the vibrator away, given her brief moments to regain her composure, to catch her breath. Now they left it there, tormenting her swollen, sensitive flesh through the scanty protection of her soaked panties.
“You remember, counselor. Your ‘genius’ defense of that young man, accused by that poor woman. ‘Women cannot achieve non-consensual climax. These are the facts. You have heard the testimony of my client, his accuser, and medical experts; therefore, you must acquit.’”
Her eyes widened, as she realized what this was about. Her mouth opened to speak, but only a shriek emerged, as those sharp nails bit into her nipple, pain tearing through her chest. Pain that her fevered brain twisted, so that it only stoked the unwanted fire burning between her thighs.
“We don’t care about your defense, or that you got the acquittal.” The voice sounded wry, as the free hand gestures at the silhouettes surrounding the woman. “We’re not exactly in a position to judge. No, we just wanted to be sure that a learned woman such as yourself is intimately aware of all of the facts.”
“I am, oh I am, please please, thank you, oh God, thank you…” She practically sobbed in gratitude as the speaker pulled the vibrator away away from her pussy, moisture making her panties nearly transparent where they clung to the curves of her vulva. That grateful, pitiful sobbing ended quickly, as the flash of light reflected from a blade caught her attention.
“Wha- what are you…?” The woman froze as she felt cold metal against her inner thigh, sliding under the fabric of her white cotton panties. Two quick moves of the knife, and she felt cool air running over her slit as even that last, useless protection of her underwear was taken away.
“Open your mouth, now.” The voice spoke again, and she could see the white fabric hanging in their right hand. “I said open! And stick out your tongue.” A moment passed, and the speaker nodded. The woman screamed, as a hand slapped down against her newly-exposed, swollen cunt.
“O- okay! Please, don’t, I’ll do what you want! Her, ee? Ih ohen, ehr.” She stuck her tongue out, a formerly-proud lawyer not even trying to negotiate, now, just pathetically eager to please if it meant avoiding more torment. Her eyes widened in shocked horror, as the silhouette reached down to rub her wet panties over her face, under her nose, against her tongue. The scent of her own pussy filled her nostrils. Then, before she could respond, those panties were being shoved into her mouth, forcing her to taste them as her tongue was pushed back. She gagged, trying to push them back out, as they wrapped tape over her lips, around her head, trapping them in.
“Mmph! Nnn! Ugh!” Her furious protestations through her panties, now her gag, cut off with a shriek as the speaker nodded again, and another slap sent fire blazing between her thighs. They watched in interest, as the shuddering pain became a different kind of shuddering, as the slap sent another orgasm rippling through her confused, overwhelmed body.
“Quiet. Now, look down between your legs; like I said, we want to be sure you understand everything.” They waited for her to look down, and appreciated how her eyes widened when she saw what they’d moved into place. “Now, this first piece you won’t be able to see, but we trust you’ll notice-- ah, there we are.”
“Mmph! Nnn nuh ehhhr!” She felt the first, cold touch of lubrication against her anus, the very tip of something hard. She had never, never, ever allowed anything there. Now, she was helpless as they forced this intruder into her. Larger, and larger, until she was shaking her head, knowing she couldn’t take any more, when suddenly it popped into place, filling her.
“Right. Now, this next bit… If you could look down again, counselor, thank you.” They watched her glance down over the swell of her breasts and mound, as they slide the machine fully into place, a large, curved dildo in front of a simple electric motor. “Now this…”
They kept speaking, but she stopped hearing them as they slid the rod inside of her. Groaning, she felt it stretch the sensitive tissues of her pussy, her well-lubricated body accepting the intruder as if she wanted it. They pushed it into her further, and further, until the the curved, bulbous head was pressed against that special place inside of her, just below her belly button. She knew, without having to listen, what that would do.
“And, of course, this you already know.” She returned to reality as they displayed the same vibrator from before, now with straps. Without explanation, they strapped it to her, pushing it against her still-red flesh, nestled above the black invader splitting the core of her womanhood. Asjusted it so that the vibrator’s weight had it pressing down, nearly trapping the erect pearl of her clit between the vibrator and the dildo.
“So, tell me, counselor. What do you think happens, when a strong, intelligent woman like yourself is left like this? For hours… maybe even days, if I feel like it?” The speaker’s voice was barely more than a whisper in the quiet room. “Will it break you? When I come back, will you be nothing more than a slobbering, mindless shell? Or will you acclimate to it, maybe even learn to crave it?”
Her eyes stared up at the speaker’s sillouhette, silently begging her not to do this, not to slip the switch she could see in those hands. Hoping, futilely, that some womanly connection with this unknown feminine voice would elicit even a hint of sympathy.
They flipped the switch.
The vibrator buzzed into violent life on her clit, as the curved head of the dildo moved against her, pumped into her, back and forth, back and forth. Even the fullness in her ass, it was all too much, all too-- She couldn’t--
She howled into her panties and shuddered as their contraption dragged the first orgasm from her, the tendons in her thighs clearly visible, standing testament to her desperate, futile attempts to escape this pleasurable hell. She had thought their torment before was unbearable, but it was nothing compared to this. And through it all, she could feel them there, just watching her, as her world became consumed in wave after wave of unrelenting, agonizing pleasure.
They watched as she attempted to thrash on their board. Watched as she came, and came again, shuddering harder each time as the machine worked tirelessly, ripping pleasure from her unwilling flesh. Watched as she shook her head, and tried to bed, and jerked and groaned from the unrelenting abuse. Watched as her eyes rolled back in her head, as she tried to escape into unconsciousness. And they watched as she came to, moment later, her face suffused with despair as she realized that she couldn’t escape, not even there.
Finally they left her there, alone, spotlit in the middle of a dark room, as their machine continued. As she struggled, and came. Screamed, and came. Begged the empty room around her, insensate from it all, and came. Groaned, and came. Whimpered, and came.
Until finally, the only sounds in the room were the whir of the fucking machine, the buzz of the vibrator, and the rapid, uneven breathing that was the only sound she remained capable of as she suffered in silence.
End of chapter 1
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Let me know if you have any thoughts, and keep an eye out for Part 2: Client, to be posted just as soon as I finish reformatting it.
