Evocation (7 page)

Chapter 5

Time slowed. Samantha smiled lazily. “Oh, sweetmeat. I have you. Do you know how many times I have fantasized about this? How many ways I have imagined myself playing with you? You’ve only been here once before and I think you’re my favorite patient.”

“Please,” Eileen said, “don’t hurt me.”

“But you scream so nicely! When I heard you scream on your first visit, I nearly came right there. I fantasized about that scream for three days. God, I want to hear you scream again.”

“What—what are you talking about?”

The nurse moved closer. “Do you remember anything about your first appointment? Anything at all?”

Eileen frowned. Fog rolled in over her memory. “No.”

“Do you know why?” Samantha asked. She caressed Eileen’s tender breasts gently, her hands warm and soft on Eileen’s skin. “Because I drugged you. I gave you a drug to suppress your memory. I did it so that we would not spoil the surprise on your honeymoon, when your husband told you that you were going to be a sex slave.” Eileen cringed and tried to shrink away from the touch.

“Before your wedding, Anthony took you here so that Dr. Moreland could test out your suitability for slave training. We strapped you to this table right here, and then he raped you. Twice. Once in your cunt and once in your mouth. And when he was done, he and I sat here and created the training program we gave to your husband.” Her hands slid over Eileen’s shoulders. “You came so many times! You even came again when we were talking about your training, without anyone touching you.”

Fresh tears filled Eileen’s eyes. “How…how could you?”

“Oh, it was wonderful. The way you screamed when he raped you. And then you came so hard! You and I are a lot alike, you know. We complement each other. My yin to your yang.”

“No! I’m nothing like you!”

“Oh, but you are! You’re my match. My perfect opposite. I’ve read your file. The only way you can come is from being forced, isn’t it? Even when you masturbate, you can’t get off unless you’re fantasizing about being raped. Is it true that you’ve never had a single orgasm without it?”

“That’s none of your business!” Eileen cried.

“Yes, it is. Do you know why you’re my perfect match? Because you get off from being forced, and I…” She paused. Her soft hands slid back over Eileen’s breasts. “I get off from forcing women. That’s why I’m here. That’s why I let Dr. Moreland do the things he does to me.” Her fingers stroked Eileen’s swollen, sensitive nipples. “Most of his patients come to him willingly. You’d be surprised what kinds of fetishes people have. Some of our patients have partners who enjoy sending them here. Some of them don’t have partners at all and come here because they love what he does to them. A couple of them are in boring vanilla marriages that don’t give them any outlets for their more…unusual kinks. This becomes their outlet. They seek him out, and he provides a service. I am his nurse because it gives me the opportunity to play with them, and indulge my own particular kinks. But you…”

She smiled, and bent down to kiss Eileen’s cheek. Eileen cringed in horror and tried to turn away. “You are a very special and very rare creature. With you, it has to be force. That’s the only thing that works for you. Anthony recognized that when you first started dating.” Her fingernails dragged very lightly over Eileen’s neck. She smiled when she saw goose bumps. “He is crazy about you. Absolutely crazy. Willing to move heaven and earth to give you whatever you need to be fulfilled. He’s done a lot of work just to be able to get you off.”

“That’s a lie!” Eileen spat. “He does it just to satisfy his own sick, perverted urges!”

“Oh, I’m sure that’s true,” she said. “But there are easier ways for him to get his rocks off. The things that he does to you aren’t about him. They’re about you.” She smiled again, this time with a hint of feral menace. “But right now, this is about me. Just me. The way I see it, there are a couple of ways this can go. I’m going to be unusually generous and give you a choice.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, you heard the doctor. If I don’t make you come, I get half an hour on the auto-sodomizer as punishment. Do you know what that is?”

Eileen shook her head.

“It’s one of his inventions. Imagine a barber’s chair, only with straps to hold you down. Once you’re sitting in it, the whole thing tilts back so that your back is to the ground. There’s a hole in the bottom of the chair. The hole lets the shaft go into your ass. There’s a dildo on the end of the shaft that fucks you in the ass, and a motor on the other end of the shaft that makes it go. So you’re strapped down, see, and it rams you, just like the machine that was used on you today, only in your ass, right? And there’s a tube through it, that lets water flow in, so that by the time it’s done, you’re so full you feel like you want to explode.”

She grinned wider, baring her teeth. “I’ve been on it before. He loves to build things. He usually tests them out on me. It’s one of the…benefits of being his assistant.” Her fingers pinched Eileen’s nipples until she gasped. “Now, it might be that after what just happened to you, your body is just too spent. If that’s true, and there’s nothing I can do to make you come, I’m going to get strapped to that thing for half an hour. Which, just in case you were wondering, is a very long time. So the way I see it, if you can’t come and I’m going to be punished, I might as well make the time I spend with you worth the punishment.”

“What…” Eileen felt fear clench her heart. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Oh, there are so many things I have fantasized about doing to you, I hardly know where to start!” She walked around the table, letting her fingertips run up and down along Eileen’s body. Goose bumps trailed in their wake. “You are so beautiful right now,” Samantha said. “Naked and bound, fucked beyond your ability to endure. You have no idea how much this excites me.” Her hands caressed Eileen’s thighs. “There’s nothing you can do.” Fingers probed Eileen’s pussy, still open from her recent torment.

“Please stop,” Eileen whispered.

“Stop? I haven’t even started yet.” The nurse’s hands ran up Eileen’s body, over her breasts, palms pressing into her stiff and aching nipples. “I have thought about this for weeks. Should I use my strap-on with you? You can’t get away. I can fuck you as hard as I want to and there’s nothing you can do. Maybe I can see how much you can take in your ass. I have an anal speculum; that might help. And Dr. Moreland did want me to evaluate your response…”

Eileen broke down in sobs. “Please don’t,” she said.

“Well, like I said, that depends on you. If I can’t make you come, then I might as well not even try. I’ll just have fun with you, do whatever I want to you.” Her hands squeezed Eileen’s breasts tightly. “I think it would be fun to get rough with you. Don’t you? But, if you think you can come, even after everything you’ve just been through, then I can be nice and give you a good hard orgasm, and then I won’t be punished. And if I’m not going to be punished, I won’t have to make sure that what I do to you will be worth getting punished. So what do you think, sweetmeat? Do you think you can come for me?”

“I…I don’t know,” Eileen said softly, eyes downcast.

“Okay. I am going to start by sitting on your face so you can lick all that come out of me. When we’re finished, I’m going to evaluate how much you like being raped in the ass, just like Dr. Moreland said. The stuff that happens in between depends on you. Do you think you can come for me, or not?”

Eileen shook with shame and disgust. “I…I think so.”

The nurse nodded. “Good! I kind of like the idea of making you come. But first I want you to make me come. With your tongue.”

The thought sickened Eileen. “No! I…I can’t. That…oh, God, no.” She made a small choking sound in the back of her throat.

“You don’t have a choice. If you don’t want to do it willingly, well....” She grinned. “That’s okay. We can do it the hard way.”

Eileen shuddered. “Please don’t hurt me. I…I’ll do what you want.”

“Oh?” The nurse raised an eyebrow. “Will you, now? I’m not convinced. Convince me. Say ‘Nurse Bowes, please fuck me.’”

Eileen went limp in the straps, defeated. “Nurse Bowes, please fuck me.” Her voice sounded mechanical and distant in her ears.

“That’s not very convincing. I want you to convince me you want it. And look me in the eye when you’re doing it. Tell me you will lick the come out of my cunt. Ask me to make you come.”

“I can’t!” Eileen wailed. Shame touched her face.

“I think you can.” She picked up a long, narrow speculum, a gleam in her eye. A small smile touched her lips. “You just need the right kind of encouragement, that’s all.”

“No!” Eileen said. Her cheeks flamed red. “Please! Nurse Bowes, please let…” Her throat closed. She looked away, then forced herself to look back. “Please let me lick…lick the…” Tears of shame leaked down her face. Her voice quavered. “The…the come out of your c…your c…your cunt.” The word felt strange and harsh in her mouth. “Please don’t hurt me. Please make me come.”

The words, and the tears, made Samantha’s pussy clench so tightly that for a split second she thought she might have an orgasm on the spot. Her face felt flush with arousal, and her nipples hardened. Her fingers stroked Eileen’s cheek softly. “Oh, sweetmeat,” she sighed, “I am going to enjoy this so very much.”

She climbed onto the table and knelt over Eileen’s face. “Yes, you may lick the come out of me. You should thank me, you know. Licking a freshly-fucked pussy is one of life’s most wonderful little joys.” She lowered herself until her labia, dripping with white creamy goo, touched Eileen’s lips.

Eileen gagged and choked. The thought of licking a woman’s sex repulsed her. Her hands clutched tightly at nothing and her heart hammered in her chest. She closed her eyes tightly and forced herself to extend her tongue. She shuddered when it touched warm flesh.

Samantha sighed. “Get your tongue up in there deep.” She settled herself down on Eileen’s face, felt Eileen’s tongue slide into her. Small gagging sounds came from beneath her. She felt her orgasm rising quickly, and pushed it back down firmly, determined to savor the moment for as long as she could.

Step by step, move by move, she instructed Eileen how to lick her. Eileen was obedient, if reluctant. Samantha’s hips rocked back and forth as Eileen’s tongue moved inside her. The thick mixture of Samantha’s juices and the doctor’s semen dribbled down Eileen’s tongue and flowed down her throat, making her choke and sputter. More wet goo coated her lips and face. The overpowering smell and taste of sex flooded Eileen’s senses.

The nurse moaned and moved her hips against Eileen’s face. “Mmm, just like that. That feels good.” Eileen’s tongue found the hard nub of her clit, and she gasped. “Oh! Oh! Oh, sweetmeat, keep doing that…oh!” Hot bright spikes of pleasure rippled through her. Her body tensed. Then, all at once, she could not hold it back any more. She screamed her pleasure and pressed herself roughly against Eileen’s tongue as the orgasm took her. Her hard contractions forced a deluge of come into Eileen’s mouth; her gagging sound became a wet liquid burble and her stomach lurched. Eileen flashed to the alley in London, kneeling in the mud while Anthony forced himself into her mouth, and a hot tight wave of unexpected arousal clawed at her.

When it passed, Samantha climbed off of the table panting. “Oh, my God! Oh, sweetmeat, you are good with your tongue.” Her fingers wandered down Eileen’s captive body. “And you’re so wet, too! It looks like licking pussy turns you on.”

Eileen curled inwardly in shame. Her mother had warned her, many times throughout her life, of the corruption that came from touching another woman. “It will turn you queer,” she had said, with a wrinkle of her nose at the word. “It’s sick and perverted. Once you even look at some other woman’s body in that way, there are no depths you won’t sink to. That’s how they get you, you know. They flaunt their bodies in front of you to poison your mind in unnatural ways.”

And now she had been forced to give pleasure to another woman. She could still feel the wetness on her face, taste the awful thick stuff in her mouth, and it made her abused pussy moisten with a fresh wave of intense arousal. What did it mean? Was she corrupted beyond redemption, destined to a life of perverted filth? Tears trickled from her eyes.

Samantha’s hands caressed Eileen’s bound body. She savored the naked emotions on her face, the shock and disgust mixed with arousal, the look of horror when she realized her own hunger. “Yes, that’s right, sweetmeat,” she said. Her soft hands fondled Eileen’s breasts. “You like it. You can’t help it.”

Eileen closed her eyes and whimpered. “No,” she said softly, not even believing it herself. Her breasts pressed into the nurse’s hands with each breath. Samantha felt tiny shudders pass through her body.

“Yes. That’s right. Don’t fight it.” Her hands traveled lower. “You love being raped. It gets you off.” She caressed Eileen’s inner thighs. “You want me to make you come.”

“I…I don’t, I…” Eileen stammered. She was afraid to say that she didn’t want it, for fear of what the nurse might do to her, but…the thought of admitting to her own arousal horrified her.

“Yes, you do. You said so before. Your body is saying so now.” Teeth raked gently against her thigh. “I’m going to give you what you want, sweetmeat.”

Eileen felt warm breath between her legs. Fingers parted her folds. A tongue flicked lightly against her clit. She spasmed and moaned. “No!”