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For a moment, he thought it was a three-headed snake, a creature of the surrealism of this world. It didn’t help that the snake on his left shoulder suddenly dropped down his pectoral, latching on to his nipple ring. He cried out, expecting to be bitten, but the creature remained where she was. The snake at his midriff looped back up to take the opposite nipple ring so he had her weight pulling downward on the right ring as the other snake pulled upward on the left, a tugging sensation on each piercing.
When he was able to focus through his terror, he saw the object from the box was in fact an object. It wasn’t a snake. It did move like one, like liquid silver in the Terminator films in serpentine form. A phallus come to life, as if Dona charmed men’s cocks or the simile of one the way a snake charmer made a snake rise out of a basket and dance. She certainly had no difficulty getting his cock to rise, no matter the circumstance.
Dona stroked the three-headed thing’s glittering liquid skin. “This lovely device has one purpose. It’s going to give me great pleasure to watch it fulfill it with you. Stay very, very still. ”
Dona held up her arm, the chain to his cock still wrapped around her knuckles. The object started to elongate, ratcheting up his terror. He started back, an instinctive reaction, but Aliyah, her snakes and Dona had too firm a grip upon him. It wrapped around her arm like the coiled bracelet of an Egyptian queen. The largest “head” of the thing led the way, the other two gliding along like a bent fork’s tines at the back.
“Wh-What does it do?”
“The two smaller heads will lengthen about six inches and wrap around your balls.
Stretch them, milk them. The main head will drive deep inside you and fuck your ass. ” He wasn’t certain what happened next, but several moments later, rational thought returned to find him coughing, panting, hoarse from screaming out and struggling against his live bonds, a panic attack so bad he had no grip on his emotions, no sense of the passage of time.
“No… No… Don’t touch me with that. ” He was raging, pleading. His mind told him it wasn’t a snake, that it was an inanimate object that was no different from a sex toy run on batteries, but the way they’d covered him with the real things took common sense away. It was just too much.
The snake bindings on his legs vanished, a momentary reprieve only as Dona and Aliyah shoved him up to the nightclub’s bar. His upper body slammed down on the countertop. Dona held the back of his neck in o
ne hand, the tether between his collar and arms drawn taut in the other, putting pressure on his windpipe. Now Aliyah had his cock leash as she kicked his legs more widely apart. The snakes from the floor returned, restraining him from ankle to thigh. He thought he could feel the flicker of the damn things’ tongues at the base of his testicles.
“Hush. Tell me a slave’s first responsibility. ” Dona’s grip was merciless, her nails biting into his skin. “Tell me the answer, or it will get much worse. ” He wanted to scream at her to let him go, but something penetrated his panic.
Under her merciless hold, one of her fingertips was playing with the curve of his ear.
Stroking it in a way that suggested if he’d had hair, she’d be curling it around her finger in a soothing, almost maternal way. When he managed to glance up at her face, his own pressed to the bar, he saw it in her eyes. She would take care of him, get him through this. He just had to trust her. He, who hadn’t trusted a woman since he could barely walk away from one. Nothing about this situation suggested that should change. But as her finger stroked him, a liquid warmth like baby’s milk spilled into his chest, down into his stomach, coating the panic with an odd reassurance.
Surrender.
“To submit to the Will of his Mistress. ” His body strained helplessly, his mind resisting the idea even as his heart fought to take hold of it. “Because it’s your right to use me as you wish. ”
“Yes. ”
Why not surrender to her? After all, she seemed to know everything, anticipated every potential strategy to take control before he attempted to execute it. No, not entirely. She hadn’t anticipated the words he’d lashed at her a few moments ago. He had the power to hurt her. Normally, that would have made him feel exultation, knowing he had a vulnerability to exploit. He wanted to know her vulnerabilities, didn’t he?
Of course he did. But did he want to know the pathway to her soul to tear it apart or to dwell there, instead of inside himself? Would he find the sense of security there only hinted at by that tiny reassuring caress at his ear?
The left snake that held his nipple ring released it briefly to rethread herself through an eyebolt screwed into the surface of the bar and then reclamped on his D-ring. He felt the snake on the right do the same thing, which allowed Dona to ease her grip on his neck. He was firmly fastened to the wood now by his nipple rings.
“I’m afraid, Mistress. ” His anger was accomplishing nothing.
“I know that. ” Her lips touched his spine as he felt the two small tails of the thing wrap themselves around his testicles as she’d indicated. Shadows reflected back at him in the bar mirror. A large woman with a cruel face, piglike eyes that narrowed, calculated, deceived. He remembered the suffocating smell of her crotch as she’d pushed his face into it and crooned. Such a pretty boy…
He squeezed his eyes shut, ducked his head.
“I’m with you. ” Dona’s voice.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil… Words he remembered from a brief time when he thought religion could provide him a safe haven. “You’re not real. I can’t believe in you. ” He made it a statement, but it was a question, made flat by terror.
“I’m the only thing you have to believe in,” his Mistress said.
The thick body of the main phallus slid away from his testicles, moving between his thighs and up toward its goal. Its skin felt oily, slick, as if it secreted lubrication in its fluid skin. He wondered what department of Hell was in charge of creating such fantastical animated instruments of torture. Shaking under Dona’s touch, he felt her hands slide down to his buttocks, caress him.
“Relax for your Mistress. ”
As if that would happen with the vision of what was about to happen exploding in his head. Dona kissed the small of his back, near where the device was. As she had said, those moist, soft lips, her warm breath and gentle touch, were his only anchors amid terror.
I’m the only thing you have to believe in.
Somehow, he had to make himself unclench. It was going to happen whether he wanted it to or not. It was her Will and he didn’t want to fight it. He wanted to please her.
