Evocation (The Training of Eileen)

by William Vitelli

  “Now this is interesting. We’re learning all kinds of things about you today, aren’t we? You need to be filled, hmm?” He smiled a little lopsided smile. “I think I just might be able to accommodate you.”

  Eileen felt him grab her hips tightly. With one thrust, he was inside her again. She cried out, feeling her body respond immediately, her pussy clenching around his cock. “Oh, God!” she whimpered.

  He pumped slowly but steadily in and out of her. She moaned with every thrust, feeling her orgasm building rapidly.

  Just at the moment she felt that she was surely going to come, he pulled out of her again. She sobbed in frustration and need. He remained behind her, one hand resting lightly on her hip, until the weights stopped bobbing and came to rest on the ends of the chains. “Please,” she whispered, “please…”

  A bright, sharp flash of stinging pain blossomed on her burning ass. She shrieked and jumped. The stock held her in place. The weights started to swing again, dragging her nipples along with them.

  He spanked her over and over with the paddle, ignoring her wails. She felt a different kind of tension building up in her, each stinging smack feeding the glowing heat that spread through her body. Her pussy twitched and clenched. Wetness leaked humiliatingly down her thigh.

  Abruptly, without warning, he was inside her again. Her scream faded into a long moan. The heavy weights jerked and bounced with his thrusts. The fiery pain in her nipples transmuted somehow into bright jolts of ecstasy, each one causing her clit to pulse and throb in response. “Please!” she begged. “Please don’t stop! Please! I’m going— “

  And then he pulled out once more, leaving her empty. She sobbed with pain and need.

  He gave her only a few moments to adjust before the paddle landed another sharp sting. She cried out as he paddled steadily, in measured strokes, until the weights swung back and forth once more.

  Eileen felt herself slipping away to a place she didn’t understand. She felt strongly, intensely present in her body, as if her inner self were radiating through her skin and lighting up everything around her with crackling energy. Time lost its meaning. Everything—her fear, the shame at how her body was responding, her humiliation at being used this way, even the walls of the room where she was bound—faded away. Each stroke of the paddle was a blazing light that filled all of her awareness, leaving room for nothing else.

  He grabbed her hips and thrust into her. She cried out unconsciously in pleasure. He forced her to the brink of orgasm before he pulled out, only this time, he gave her no opportunity to recover before the paddling started again.

  She lost track of how many times he did this to her, spanking her until she felt she would burst, then taking her roughly to the edge of orgasm. Everything, from the unceasing pain in her nipples to the sharp hard blows on her ass to the feel of his hard cock forced roughly into her, was an exquisite pleasure she could scarcely bear. She moaned and wailed and screamed incoherently, unable to speak or even to think.

  At last, after he had pulled out of her and rained blows down in a cascade of sharp stings that felt like they would surely set her on fire, the orgasm could not be held back any more. She screamed as she came, the pleasure wracking her body even while he continued paddling. Her body jerked and twitched, and she pressed her hips up willingly to receive each stroke. Her pussy clenched in ecstasy until her juices dripped onto the rough wood floor.

  When he finally stopped paddling, she hardly even noticed. She floated in a warm sexual glow for a long time, unconscious of her own moans. Even when Anthony unbuckled the straps around her ankles and unfastened the heavy wooden stock, she was still barely aware of what was happening. It wasn’t until he unclamped the clamps from her nipples, causing two white-hot points of fresh pain to blossom, that she started to drift back into full awareness.

  He led her to the bed and helped her sit, his arms warm around her. “I think your body likes what I just did.”

  She shivered slightly, intoxicated by the surging heat inside her, open to him in a way she hadn’t ever felt before.

  Anthony smiled his lopsided little smile. Her body responded to every touch. He wound his fingers through her hair and pulled. She sighed in pleasure, eyes half-closed. His other hand slid up her body to squeeze her breast tightly. She moaned softly, pressing into him.

  “Tell me about your fantasy, the one that made you come,” he said. His hand slipped down between her breasts, over her soft mound. Probing fingers found her clit. “Did it turn you on to think of strangers watching you? Did you like imagining them seeing you lean forward to let him rape your mouth?”

  Her legs parted slightly to let his finger probe farther. “Yes,” she breathed.

  “In your fantasy, did you want him in your mouth?”

  “No! I couldn’t help myself. It was just…just the training. But they didn’t know that.” She moaned, very softly. “They all thought I was a filthy slut who deserved to be used for sex.”

  His fingers moved in small circles, drawing a long gasp from her. “Does that turn you on, when people see you wanting it? Do you like being watched?”

  “Oh!” Her voice was soft, breathy. “Yes. I like it when people see me like that. I like when they look at my body.” Her eyes closed. “Ohhhhh.”

  “Are you a filthy slut who deserves to be used for sex?”

  Her legs parted just a little bit wider. Wetness trickled from her onto soft leather. “Oh.” Her hand glided to her breast. Her fingers brushed very lightly across her aching nipple. “Yes,” she breathed. The fantasy replayed itself vividly in her mind. “Yes, I am.”

  Anthony’s lips brushed gently across Eileen’s neck. His fingers stroked her clit, slowly, holding her there in that entranced state. Her sighs came faster, became little murmurs of pleasure. She felt drunk, lost within herself. “Mmm. That…ohhh!”

  He stood suddenly, releasing her. It took a moment for her to realize he was gone. She blinked and looked up at him.

  “Your punishment is finished.” His lips quirked up. “For now. But there is one more thing I want you to do.”

  She watched him rummage through one of the bins. When he came back, he helped her stand. She leaned against him, arm around his waist, smiling dreamily to herself.

  He brought her over to the wall near one of the windows. “Here. Take this.” He pressed something smooth into her hand. “Right here. I want you to write. Think of it as a testament, if you will.”

  “Write?”

  “On the wall. In nice big letters.”

  She looked down, and realized she was holding a marker. “What do you want me to write?”

  He grinned boyishly. “What you just said. I want you to write, ‘I am a filthy slut who deserves to be used for sex.’”

  Her heart skipped a beat. Her body quivered. She pressed the marker to the wall. It left a wide, dark mark, stark against old paint.

  As she wrote, shivers of pleasure rippled through her. She felt like a young child, doing something naughty and getting away from it. The words formed on the wall, in bold block letters several inches high.

  “Good.” Anthony kissed her cheek. “Now sign it.”

  She signed the message with a flourish, “Eileen Porto.” Seeing his last name after hers set off a small thrill inside her. She felt bound to him, her life closely entwined with his.

  They both stood back to admire her work. “Read it out loud,” he said.

  “I am a filthy slut who deserves to be used for sex. Signed, Eileen Porto.” The words felt alive as they left her lips.

  “You will see that written up there whenever I punish you,” he said. “But we are done for now. Here, let’s go.”

  He led her back downstairs. She felt intoxicated. Her body buzzed and hummed with every step. She floated right past her clothes without even thinking to pick them up.

  Anthony brought her into the bedroom, where he gestured for her to lie down on the bed. She stretched out on her stomach, snuggling down into clean
sheets. He undressed unhurriedly, lying beside her only after he had stripped nude. His hands caressed her back. She smiled lazily, still basking in the warm glow.

  His hands slipped smoothly up and down along her body. She made small contented sounds beneath his touch.

  Presently, he rolled her over on her side. His body pressed warm against her back. His hand moved around her to caress her breast, fingers wrapping around her bruised, tender nipple. She moved his hand away. “They’re sore.”

  He rolled away from her for a moment. When he came back, he pulled her hands forcefully behind her back. Cold, unyielding steel touched her wrists. She heard the cuffs ratchet shut.

  The last of the dreaminess fled as though he had splashed water in her face. “Hey!” she cried, struggling against hard metal.

  “Shh.” He lay back down behind her. His hand crept over the side of her breast. “Shh. Don’t fight. Just relax.” His fingers pinched her nipple hard until she cried out.

  His warm breath caressed her ear. “Yes,” he murmured softly. “Now you’re finally beginning to understand. You are mine. Your body is my property.” She felt him press tighter against her. His penis grew hard between her thighs. “I can do whatever I want to you. Even if you’re already sore. Shh. Just relax now. Take it.”

  He pressed her shoulders down until she was bent over nearly double on her side. He threw one leg over her hips, holding her in place. His fingers clamped down tighter on her nipple. His hard cock pressed slowly into her. She screamed at the cruel fingers pinching her sensitive nipple and intensity of his slow, merciless penetration.

  “Yes. That’s right.” His teeth grazed her earlobe. “I know it’s too much. Shh. Take it anyway.” His hand slid up to cover her mouth tightly, muffling the scream.

  He took her like that, from behind, in long, slow thrusts. The weight of his body held her trapped, bent over uncomfortably, hands awkwardly cuffed behind her back. He felt huge inside her, even his slow thrusting overwhelming her wet and aching pussy. He kept his hand clamped over her mouth, squashing her scream. She felt trapped somewhere between pleasure and pain, her body unable to interpret what was happening to it, even when his breathing became ragged and thick hot come gushed up into her.

  When he pulled out, she lay still on the bed, twitching slightly. She didn’t move when he left the room, or when he came back in. Not until she saw what was in his hand did she try to rise. “No! Please, no!”

  “Sorry. Doctor’s orders.” He grabbed her ankles and used his grip to roll her onto her back. “Your training isn’t finished yet.”

  She gasped when he pushed the training device up into her. Warm wet come squished out around it. He passed the belt beneath her and around her waist. She struggled feebly against him when he pulled her legs apart to run the band between them. The lock clicked.

  When the device was firmly in place, he flipped her face-don to remove the cuffs She lay limply on the bed, not moving. Her pussy twitched around the hard round vibrator.

  All of a sudden, it began buzzing harshly. She arched her back and screamed. Instantly, it switched off again. She writhed on the bed, panting. Anthony watched her calmly. “I know,” he said. “I know it’s hard. It’s OK. You don’t have to like it.” He watched her squirm for a while, smiling, before he turned and walked from the room.

  Chapter 16

  It was a long time before Eileen could collect herself enough to stand. The thought of putting clothes over her bruised, aching nipples was unbearable. She wandered out naked into the living room in a daze, to find Anthony placidly reading a book. “Hello, little whore!” he beamed. The vibrator started again, in a pattern of long and short bursts. She cried out.

  “Stand up straight,” he commanded. “Shoulders back. Chin up. Breasts out. Or I will tie you up again.” His tone was stern, and his eyes flashed fire. She made a noise halfway between a whimper and a sob, but complied.

  He kept her next to him on the couch while he read. Eileen’s body ached, overused and stretched to its limit. The vibrator tormented her without ceasing. Her pussy clenched painfully each time it started buzzing; every interrupted near-orgasm was torture. He ignored her as she suffered beside him, except to admonish her to sit straight with her shoulders back whenever she hunched over.

  By the time he had finished reading, Eileen was moaning nonstop. He set down his book and smiled at her. “Wait here. I’ll make us dinner.”

  She was so wrapped up in the torment the vibrator was inflicting on her aching sex and in the constant, throbbing pain in her nipples that she barely noticed him leave. She heard sounds from the kitchen. The vibrator suddenly went into overdrive, causing her body to squeeze down painfully around it. She screamed. An image, sharp and vivid, formed in her head: the supermarket clerk entering her roughly in the dirty space behind the store while a crowd of customers watched. Her hands flew unbidden to her breasts. She squeezed hard and screamed again.

  When Anthony came back, he found her with her eyes closed, fondling her breasts and making a series of low whimpering noises.

  “You know,” he said, “it would be easy to get a metal bra to lock over your breasts. It would keep you from having any more unauthorized orgasms from feeling yourself up. But I think I like keeping things the way they are now. Will you get so worked up you’ll just have to make yourself come, even though you know you’ll be punished? It will be so exciting to find out!”

  She looked up at him helplessly, hands on her breasts, legs spread wide. Her body glowed with sweat. “Unnnngh!”

  “Yes, I know. You’re such a filthy slut you’d love to just keep doing dirty things to your body, but it’s time to eat. Do you think you can quit masturbating long enough for dinner?”

  Eileen felt the heat of shame rise on her face. She followed him into the kitchen, abashed, and sat at the small table.

  Throughout dinner, Eileen didn’t say a word. Each time the vibrator inside her started to run, she let out a soft “Uh!” and forced herself to squeeze down on it until it stopped. Anthony watched with amusement.

  When dinner was over, he walked over to her chair. “Stay there.” He turned her chair away from the table. Eyes glittering, he unzipped his pants.

  “What are you doing?” A small nervous tremor crept into her voice.

  “You’ve spent the evening masturbating. Now it’s my turn. I’m going to masturbate, too.” He grabbed her hair painfully tight. “I’m just going to use you to do it.”

  He shoved her head down roughly. “No! Stop! I….ugk!” she cried.

  He used her hair like a handle to force her mouth up and down over his cock. Her lips wrapped around him, and her tongue stroked the underside of his shaft, even while she grabbed his wrists and struggled to escape.

  True to his word, Anthony used her as though she were nothing more than a sex doll. Eileen felt utterly dehumanized, as though she were simply a convenient object for him to use to pleasure himself, not really part of the process at all. Hot tears ran down her cheeks.

  What would it look like, she thought, if someone came into the kitchen and saw him using her like this? Her thoughts went to the grocery store clerk. What would he think, if he saw Anthony using both hands on her head to stroke himself with her mouth, not even allowing her to offer him pleasure? The feeling of objectification grew stronger. Her pussy tingled. Would it turn him on to see Anthony using her this way, indifferent to her choking sobs? The vibrator, as if sensing her reaction, began to buzz. A jolt of pleasure rippled through her.

  Eileen felt herself slipping into the same trance-like state she had felt when he was punishing her up in the attic. Her struggles quieted and stopped. A warm glow spread through her body. She felt herself surrender to him, becoming complicit in the way he was using her. The words she’d written on the wall echoed in her mind: I am a filthy slut who deserves to be used for sex.

  He moved her head faster, pushing her down on each stroke until she choked. Her submission deepened. Her hands fondled her
breasts, fingers twisting her nipples harshly. The pain reminded her of how he had punished her, and how good it had felt to be in that place where she belonged to him.

  The vibrator ran faster. She squeezed her breasts tightly, silently giving herself to Anthony, willing him to please himself with her. He grew thicker in her mouth.

  When he came, she closed her eyes and accepted it compliantly. Warm thick jizz spilled from her lips. He pushed her head down harder. She felt him at the back of her throat, demanding. He twitched and spurted again. She gagged involuntarily. More come spilled out of her mouth.

  When he was finished, he pulled from her mouth and wiped his cock off on the side of her face. She gazed up at him, pliant, willing, his semen dripping from her lips to splash between her breasts. He smiled.

  “Do you like that, little whore? You like belonging to me?”

  She nodded. The warm glow radiated through her. “Yes,” she said.

  “Prove it,” he said.

  The words sent a jolt through her. Suddenly, overwhelmingly, she felt willing to do anything he asked, no matter how painful or degrading, to show him how much she wanted him to use her.

  “What do you want me to do?” Her voice was raspy.

  He smiled. “Nothing you haven’t done already. A simple thing, really. So simple, I scarcely even bother to ask.”

  Her breathing quickened. An odd emotion, very much like disappointment, squeezed her heart. She most fiercely desired to hear him ask her for some deeply humiliating, degrading act that would show him how much she was willing to give herself to him. “But…”

  His smile grew wider. “You look so disappointed! Did you want to do something that’s not so simple?”

  Eileen, eyes downcast, did not respond.

  “Ah, well. It doesn’t matter what you want, does it? Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to do the very same thing you did this afternoon, before I got home. You’re going to fantasize about that lovely story you told me, and you’re going to fondle yourself while you do it until you come.” His grin became wolfish, feral. “This time, I’m going to watch. And when I see you come, I am going to know just how much you love being used as a fuck-toy. You’ll never be able to tell me you don’t like it again.”