Chapter Fifteen

As Brooke seemed to be the catalyst for so much that went on at that time, so he seemed to be the spur that drove Stroud into introducing Ever to another of the upstairs rooms – his personal dungeon.

Although Ever might have thought of it that way, the room actually didn’t look like a dungeon at all. It was merely a room specifically furnished for the purposes of S/M activity. Since she’d never seen anything like it before, Ever was startled and beset by a surge of new apprehensions.

It may have been Brooke’s growing demands that prompted Stroud’s taking Ever in there, but her experiences with her master in this room brought a richer, more intimate psychological depth to the relationship. Not until this moment had Ever perceived herself as being “in training” for the role she played for Stroud and, although on one level it was a rude awakening, she was able to take comfort from the thought. She understood that, for things to remain fresh there needed to be new challenges. But as Brooke had proven, her adaptation to unfamiliar situations would not always come instinctively. It was reassuring to know that Stroud had the patience to take the necessary steps to prevent her submission from becoming victimization.

Of course, many of these realizations only came with hindsight. The shock and humiliation of Ever’s initiation to this room impacted her strongly.

Stroud delivered her to its holding already stripped, collared and manacled. He led her in by a leash and locked the door behind them.

There was little time to study or acclimatize herself to the environment before she was nimbly incorporated into it, her wrists attached to a chain hanging from an eyebolt screwed into an overhead beam. With an additional set of leather manacles, her ankles were spread and secured to chains extending from eyebolts in the baseboards on opposite sides of the narrow room.

During the few moments it took Stroud to immobilize her, Ever took in only quick impressions of what seemed to be an extraordinary collection of equipment arranged along one wall, a flash of a table supporting a bank of numerous little square drawers and a long, vinyl padded bench about waist height. The room was permeated with the smell of polished leather and there were eyebolts everywhere – a place where things of this nature need not be situated with subtlety or forced to assume the guise of some other mundane function.

Stroud blindfolded her. Ever struggled in a minor way, as if to register a protest at the strict restraint and the new, unexpected circumstances. Stroud calmed her with caresses, a touch that soothed and thrilled her at once. Almost instantly she was seduced by her need for that touch. The hands that had brought her so much pleasure had pushed her beyond so many invisible barriers. The hands that promised to guide her along so many more paths into undreamed of adventures.

Then his voice, the soughing of that low coercive wind that whispered through her psyche. Beckoning, urging, and luring her through doorway after doorway into the unknown. And yes, she believed she would trust those caresses and follow that voice anywhere it dared her to go. Anywhere...

“I’m going to bring you in here frequently from now on. Steep you ever more deeply in your submission to me.”

Stroud kissed her, his fingers flowing over her flesh like so many tiny dancers. He pressed against her and Ever leaned into him in open expression of her trust and longing.

“We’ll see how far you’ll go.”

His hand slid between her thighs and Ever sighed as he probed her gently, drawing forth the accumulating fluids.

“I have faith in you,” he said. “I have the deepest faith in you...”

He stepped around beside her and Ever shivered as his fingertips taunted her tight, crinkled nipples. The fingers of his other hand raised gooseflesh, skating up and down her stretched back.

Yes, anywhere. Anywhere...

All at once she stiffened as Stroud snuck a finger between her buttocks and into her anus. Ever hadn’t anticipated such a move and she didn’t know what to do as he reached deeper inside the channel.

“You know Brooke desires this.”

“No! I can’t—”

“You can. You will.” His hand moved slightly.

“No...”

“Who is it you refuse? Me?”

Ever emitted a low whine.

“How can I increase my domination over you when every question is already answered? Every move anticipated.” His hand moved again. “Every refusal permitted...”

Stroud remained at her side, studying her face.

“You haven’t moved since I took hold. You hardly dare even breathe.”

It was true. Ever was frozen, up on toes, her breath pent.

“You realize the potential of this caress, don’t you? It’s a powerful path to domination – and it will be exploited.”

Ever whimpered again.

Her eyes snapped open behind the blindfold as Stroud gently released her. She scanned the room for audible clues as he moved away. To the right, an indistinguishable sound. A small drawer opening and closing dead ahead. A snapping noise. Silence, and then he was in front of her again. She stood tense and helpless as he slipped something around her waist. Fastened it. Something dangled in front, teasing her pubic hairs.

“You’re anticipating pain but you won’t be hurt...” he said, his voice traveling around behind her.

“Stroud?”

“You won’t be hurt,” he repeated.

Something cold and slick slipped between her clenched cheeks and, after a moment of manipulation, worked its way into her rectum. Wider. More than a finger. Cold. Deeper. Deeper than a finger could penetrate.

Ever’s head dropped slightly back, her jaw opened, as though she would speak but she made no sound. She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t – anything. The thing, whatever it was, was inside her, canceling out all thought, all action.

Stroud deftly reached between her legs and suddenly the anxious cleft of her vagina was depressed under the cool pressure of the strap that snaked on up between her buttocks, affixing itself to the waist strap at the back, trapping that thing inside her.
Never before had anyone bound her into such a contraption and, for a moment, she was confused between the multiples of sensation: the pressure against her clitoris, the feel of the narrow strap splitting her behind. Then, as the muscles of her anus contracted, all she was aware of was the intrusion of the phallus Stroud had inserted into her. The thing she could not, by any means, expel. Nothing else existed in that moment. Nothing at all.

Stroud said nothing as Ever struggled through wave after pounding wave of humiliation. This was too much. It was unbearable. No one in the world had the right to do this to her. To make her feel this way. To make her feel...

As the muscles worked, contraction after contraction, her vagina, likewise began to spasm. Ever finally dropped her head with a sigh.

Stroud stroked her cheek and Ever shuddered as his hands stroked her breasts.

“No one’s opened you like this before. Good. I’m glad to be the first. It’s an experience I hope you’ll never forget...”

Forget? How could she? Why, she wanted to kill him. Just flat out...

“The next time Brooke makes his move, you’ll be ready. I promise.”

Ever was floating in a dimension beyond herself, beyond logic, beyond doubt or belief in promises of any kind.