Evocation (The Training of Eileen)

by William Vitelli

  “You will see that the subject is physically aroused. Notice the prominent erection of the subject’s nipples.” He pressed the blunt end of the pointer against one of Eileen’s nipples. The sensation made her gasp. “The subject has been conditioned to keep her legs apart at all times, even while walking and standing.” He moved the cold metal tip of the pointer down her body and over her mound, until it rested against her inner thigh. Her face burned. “You will observe that despite her shame reactions, and her attempt to cover herself with her hands, she is standing with her legs open quite wide.”

  Eileen squirmed, deeply humiliated. The eyes of the audience felt like a physical pressure on her body.

  “Note, too, the engorgement of the subject’s clitoris.” The pointer pressed against her clit. Eileen moaned. A rustle went through the group. “This subject exhibits sexual arousal to nearly any sort of involuntary sexual activity, including sexual display.” He gestured to the chair behind Eileen. “Please be seated. I will now begin the examination.”

  Still blushing, Eileen obeyed. The nurse placed her wrists in the shackles built into the chair’s armrests and locked them closed. That done, she extended a set of metal stirrups from the base of the chair. She lifted Eileen’s ankles into the stirrups, spreading her legs wide. Metal latches closed over her ankles.

  The doctor turned on the television next to the chair. Humming to himself, he slid a clear plastic speculum into Eileen’s pussy. She whimpered as he cranked her open. He set a small device on a short metal tripod between Eileen’s legs. “This camera will show you a close-up of the subject’s vagina on the television monitor during the examination,” he said. “Pay close attention to the subject’s state of lubrication and the contraction of the subject’s vaginal walls. You will be able to evaluate the subject’s arousal as the examination progresses.”

  Eileen twisted her head to look at the television. There on the giant screen was a huge view of her sex, spread open wide by the speculum. She saw with humiliation that every part of the inside of her pussy was clearly visible in great detail. Wetness pooled within her, obvious to the camera.

  She felt horribly exposed. This was much more humiliating than simply being naked in front of them; the camera zoomed in on her pussy and put it on display, larger than life, letting everyone see the most intimate part of her close up. She squirmed against the manacles. On the screen, the walls of her vagina twitched.

  “The subject’s husband has reported a strong, orgiastic response to breast and nipple stimulation, which was an unexpected side effect of prolonged denial of sexual gratification. The subject has also shown a strong response to the infliction of pain on her breasts. I have not yet evaluated whether or not this is an ongoing phenomenon. Nurse Bowes will assist me in this evaluation. Nurse, if you please?”

  Eileen realized what was about to happen a second before Samantha’s hands started to move toward her breasts. “No!” she cried. Her wrists twisted helplessly in the manacles. She wanted to cover herself with her arms, but the restraints held her naked and exposed. She thrashed, unwilling to be brought to orgasm in front of them, fearing it would strip away the last tiny shreds of her defenses. “No, please don’t!”

  The nurse caressed her breasts, her hands soft on Eileen’s bare skin. Her fingertips strummed lightly over her nipples. Little bright flashes of pleasure arced through Eileen’s body. She thought about the television, displaying every little tremor inside her, revealing her deepest responses for everyone to see. Her clit throbbed with each touch. The camera magnified the tiniest responses, making her body’s reactions impossible to hide.

  Panic gripped her. She remembered how powerfully she had come, that day when she had first discovered how her nipples seemed wired to her clit. The thought of losing control like that, here in front of these people, terrified her. The terror fed her arousal, making her body respond even more strongly. She tightened on the speculum. A murmur went through the audience.

  Samantha leaned over to take a nipple between her lips. The wet slick of her tongue played rapidly over it. Her fingers stroked Eileen’s other nipple over and over, each time sending a flare of pleasure directly down to her clit. Eileen shivered. The touch fuelled her sexual excitement. Her nipples grew harder. The people in front of her leaned forward intently.

  The nurse’s tongue flicked faster. Eileen struggled against the growing waves of arousal, each one rolling through her more strongly than the one before. With every flick, ripples of ecstasy radiated out from her nipple. She moaned. A vision came into her head, an image of Anthony walking in and seeing what was happening. Would he like what he saw? Would he want her to come in front of these strangers, her cunt magnified on TV so everyone could see?

  “No!” she begged. Butterflies roiled. Samantha’s hand cupped her other breast, squeezing softly, sensuously. “No, stop! You have to stop! Please! Please, you have to stop now! I can’t…oh!” A blinding surge of tension swept her up, and suddenly, her body crossed the point of no return. “Oh! OOONGH!”

  Her back arched as the orgasm exploded through her. She spasmed in her bonds. Her pussy, stretched wide by the speculum, shuddered. White fluid spilled from her gaping sex and dripped onto the floor.

  “Wow,” someone said. “Very nice.” A woman in the front clapped. The applause spread through the group. Eileen, panting, slumped in the chair. Her will drained away; now that they had all seen her come, now that they knew what a slut she was, there seemed little point in resisting any more.

  “Thank you, nurse,” the doctor said. Samantha stepped back, grinning. On the screen, Eileen’s pussy twitched with the aftershocks. She flushed, too ashamed to look at anyone in the audience.

  “As I mentioned,” he continued, “initial evaluation of this subject showed heavy resistance to oral penetration. As part of the subject’s conditioning, she was trained to respond positively to oral use.” He pulled on a pair of blue latex gloves. “Observe.”

  He brought two fingers up to touch Eileen’s lips. Without conscious thought, she extended her tongue to swirl it around his fingertips. A strong, intense feeling of surrender filled her. She wrapped her lips around his fingers and started to suck them openly. The taste of rubber filled her mouth. She felt herself contract against the speculum.

  A man in the group raised his hand. “How was the subject conditioned?”

  “She was bound and forced to orgasm while taking a rubber phallus in her mouth,” the doctor said. “This was done repeatedly over a period of many days. An association was created between the feelings of sexual gratification and the presence of an object in her mouth. Over time, she was made to take it deeper, which trained her to accept such things as an erect penis down her throat. Allow me to demonstrate.”

  He grabbed her chin tightly and forced his fingers hard into her mouth. Eileen gagged for a moment, surprised by the assault. Her throat opened. His fingers slid deep. She felt herself tighten further on the speculum. Intense, unstoppable arousal shot through her. Wetness dripped onto the chair. She heard some of the members of the audience whisper to one another.

  He shoved his fingers in and out of her mouth. The feeling of surrender grew. She opened her mouth wider for his invading fingers, tilting her head up to accept them deeper. Slurping noises filled the room.

  “As you can see, sexual arousal has been linked to forcible, unwanted oral penetration,” he said. “Since her sexual response has always been closely associated to unwanted forcible activity, this particular conditioning was easy to achieve.” He pulled his fingers away. Eileen whimpered.

  “The subject is now in a heightened state of sexual arousal,” he said. “This arousal is accompanied by a heightened state of receptiveness to sexual activity.” He turned toward her. “Is that true?”

  She nodded.

  “Would you like more sexual stimulation?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, ashamed.

  “Louder. Say yes, please,” he commanded.

  “Yes,
please,” Eileen said. Her face colored. “I…would like more.”

  Dr. Moreland removed the speculum. He shoved three fingers into her, so fast that she cried out. “At this point in her training,” he said, “the subject enjoys forcible sexual use so much that the first thing she did upon arriving here today was ask me to rape her.”

  “No!” Eileen said. “I didn’t mean—mmph!”

  He clamped his free hand firmly over her mouth and continued. “This subject has adapted extremely well to the training. She appears to crave heavy sexual use, especially when combined with complete loss of control over her own sexuality.” His fingers thrust hard into her over and over.

  “Mmmgh! Nnngh!” Eileen cried. Her back arched with another approaching orgasm. Helpless humiliation and sexual surrender crawled through her. She imagined Anthony standing next to her. She thought about how his erection had grown, as he had watched her unseen lover forced himself on her on the hotel balcony. She imagined how it might please him to see her now, giving herself over to the rough invasion of Dr. Moreland’s fingers, allowing this to be done to her in a room full of strangers.

  She opened her legs as far as the stirrups would allow. Her hips tilted up, inviting his fingers deeper. Her moans came faster. Dr. Moreland, sensing her surrender, rammed her harder.

  When the orgasm came, it was blinding. He took his hand off her mouth. She screamed in ecstasy, eyes closed, body flailing against the restraints. His fingertips pressed hard into that magic spot inside her. He played her body with skill, moving his fingers to extend her orgasm, intensifying it. She thrashed in the chair, screaming, as the pleasure crashed all around and through her. Still it kept going. The manacles dug into her wrists. She convulsed, gasping, until the orgasm relaxed its hold and she collapsed back into the chair.

  Another ripple of applause moved through the audience. The doctor withdrew his fingers. “This particular subject becomes increasingly compliant after each episode of use,” he said. “We will now ask the subject to confirm her desire to remain in the role of sexual slavery. Nurse Bowes?”

  Eileen remained still, eyes half-closed, breathing hard, barely aware of the nurse wheeling a small metal cart up to the exam chair. She didn’t move when the doctor began attaching a series of rectangular electrodes to her breasts, just above and below her nipples. He clipped long wires to the electrodes, attaching the other ends to a small device on the cart. It wasn’t until he pushed a thick, cold metal dildo inside her that she responded with a cry of surprise. She gasped again when another, shorter metal probe was pressed firmly into her ass. He pulled back her clitoral hood to place a clamp tightly over her clit. More of the long wires were clipped to the clamp and to the metal objects buried inside her.

  The nurse placed a thin tubular band around Eileen’s chest. She gave Eileen a broad smile and a wink as she attached a cuff to Eileen’s upper arm.

  “You are now hooked up to a polygraph machine,” Dr. Moreland said. “This particular machine is also equipped with a microphone connected to a voice stress analyzer. The electrodes have been wired to a modified device which is commonly used for treating chronic pain. This device is controlled by signals from the polygraph.” He smiled warmly. “I am going to ask you a series of questions. If the polygraph detects a false answer, you will receive an electric shock to you nipples, genitals, and anus. Shall we begin?”

  Eileen’s heart beat fast. The electrodes inside her were hard and very thick. They stretched her pussy and ass uncomfortably. The clamp on her sensitive clit was just a little too tight. A thrill of fear ran through her, chased in rapid succession by wild excitement. She nodded.

  “I will ask you some control questions first. Is your name Eileen Porto?”

  “Yes,” she said., her voice hoarse.

  “Are you currently bound to a medical examination chair?”

  “Yes.”

  He turned some dials. “Are you now or have you ever been in league with aliens from another planet to conquer the earth?”

  “What?” She looked at him in confusion.

  “Ah, let me rephrase. Are you now or have you ever been knowingly in league with aliens from another planet to conquer the earth?”

  “Huh? No!”

  “Right.” He adjusted the dials again. “I think that should do it.” The nurse handed him a clipboard. “Okay, here we go. Are you a sex slave?”

  Eileen’s heart leapt into her throat. The feeling of vulnerability came back strongly. She looked at the group of people watching her, then back at the doctor, waiting patiently with his clipboard. “No!” Her voice quavered.

  The shock hit instantly.

  A sharp jolt, more surprising than painful, lanced through her nipples. Her clit buzzed powerfully, as if pressed by something sharp and vibrating. The muscles in her pussy and ass squeezed down tightly around the hard blunt electrodes driven so deeply into her. She screamed, eyes tightly closed, hands balled into fists. “Aaaaangh!”

  The shock ended. Eileen looked up at the doctor, still gasping. Her breasts heaved. He looked back neutrally. “Are you a sex slave?”

  “I…” Her head reeled with surprise and confusion. The electric jolt had been so strong and so unexpected that for a moment, she had lost her sense of where she was. Worse, it had not been entirely unpleasant. Her pussy still trembled around the thing inside it. “I don’t…” The doctor waited patiently.

  I can’t say it! she thought. Not in front of these people! Who knows what they will do to me if I admit it!

  Another part of her mind responded. You have to tell the truth! If you don’t, you will get shocked again! What happens if they find out that you like it? Her breath caught. Had she liked it? Did her body actually respond to electrical shocks on her sex? Her face flushed at the idea.

  Dr. Moreland cleared his throat. “I must insist that you answer the question. Are you a sex slave?”

  “I…Yes! Yes, I am a sex slave!” she cried. The electric jolt she was halfway expecting did not come.

  “What does being a sex slave mean?”

  “It means…” Eileen hesitated. No! I can’t say it! she thought. Not in front of all these people!

  She looked up at the doctor, watching her calmly. Her heart beat fast. “It means I have no control over who has sex with me or what they do to me. It…” She took a deep breath. Her nipples hardened achingly. “It means I am a filthy slut who deserves to be used for sex.”

  “Do you like being a sex slave?”

  “No!” The word came out automatically.

  Electric shocks lashed through her. Her nipples twitched as if gripped by invisible clamps. She clamped down on the probes inside her so strongly that it felt as if they grew larger inside her. A hot painful buzz arced through her clit, much like the sensation of the Hitachi, but sharper, stronger. Her back arched. She screamed, louder this time.

  When it stopped, she fell back against the seat, panting. Sweat glowed on her body. “Oh!” On the television screen, her clit throbbed so strongly the clamp affixed to it danced and bobbed.

  “I should advise you that each shock will be stronger and last longer than the one before,” Dr. Moreland said. A slow, lazy smile grew on the nurse’s lips. Eileen twisted in her bonds. “Now then. Do you like being a sex slave?”

  “Yes,” Eileen whispered.

  “I’m afraid you will have to speak up,” he said. “Do you like being a sex slave?”

  “Yes! Yes, I do! I like it!” Her face burned. The people watching her leaned forward.

  “Does it give you sexual gratification to be taken and used for sex whether you want it or not?”

  “Yes.” Eileen trembled, unable to look him in the eyes.

  “Do you like being stripped naked, bound to a chair, and put on display in front of strangers?”

  “I—” Fear stirred in her heart. More than anything, she wanted to deny it, to tell him that she hated what was happening to her. She knew that if she did, the machine would shock her again, an
d everyone watching would know the truth anyway. She felt small and helpless, trapped by her body’s own desires. “Yes,” she said. Butterflies swirled in her stomach. “Yes, I do. I like…the way they look at me.” Her face burned.

  “I will now open the floor for questions,” Dr. Moreland said. “Does anyone have anything you’d like to ask the subject?”

  Several hands went up. Eileen cringed inwardly.

  Dr. Moreland nodded to a man with close-cropped blonde hair in the second row. “Are you turned on right now?” he asked.

  “Yes.” Eileen’s voice sounded distant in her ears.

  Another man raised his hand. “If I got up right now and fucked you, would you struggle?”

  A surge of need washed over Eileen. Her clit throbbed. “No,” she said.

  “Would you like it?”

  She felt her breathing increase. “Yes. Oh, yes.”

  Another hand went up. A woman near the front, with long brown hair that framed a delicate, elfin face, gave her a long, appraising look. “How about me? If I got up right now to fuck you, would you struggle?”

  Eileen’s stomach lurched. A quick shiver of fear went through her, giving a sharp metallic edge to her arousal. “Yes.”

  “Would you like it?”

  “No!” Eileen jerked frantically at the restraints. “No! I don’t—aaaaangh!” The electric shocks blazed through her body. Hot little needles thrummed against her nipples and her swollen clit. She felt herself clamping painfully tightly around the electrodes inside her, over and over, every squeeze sending sharp jolts through her body. The butterflies swirled faster. She felt the hot flush of an oncoming orgasm. “Yes!” she screamed. “I would like it! I would! Oh!” The last sound came out as a sob.

  The shock ended. She strained at the manacles. Oh, God! she thought. That isn’t true! It can’t be! How could I want a woman to touch me?