The Tower Pt. 03: Steel Beach

Chapter 10

Her waist was strapped to a lumbar support, holding her erect. She could feel straps on her head holding it to some sort of head rest. Her throat was surrounded by a very snug padded strap holding it to the head rest. She wasn't uncomfortable, considering her predicament.

As she sat, she wondered just what was happening to her. She wasn't in any pain, actually she was quite comfortable. Granted she had dildoes in her ass and pussy, but they weren't any larger than the ones she had used, or been used, on herself. But the larger mystery was "Why am I not having a panic attack?". She was quite prone to them; this situation would certainly inspire one... yet she felt calm. The GBH in her water had been a minimal dose, just enough to relax her and amp up her arousal. She knew that she had been drugged to get her here, that was obvious. When she started to come to during the night her brain was just as fuzzy as her memories. The last thing she could remember was being in the cage in some asshole's basement. Then her lights went out. The episode of being on the walkway and falling was just a blur; more a dream of falling that she repeated fairly often. So, what was it that they had given her last? Maybe she'll get a chance to ask. Whatever it was, it wasn't bad.

Traci felt movement around her, though the earplugs prevented any sounds from her hearing. Then she heard a faint buzz that disappeared. A man's voice, sounding mechanical said "Is this too loud?" She shook her head. "Good. I don't want to injure your hearing. I don't intend to injure you at all. You are a toy for a while. Open your mouth." She complied.

Marq had changed into his usual "Steel Beach" attire - loose gym shorts and tee shirt. He dropped the shorts and held his hardening cock in his right hand. He held her head gently and placed the head of his cock on her bottom lip. "Lick it." She tentatively licked at the head of his cock. "Good girl." He slowly introduced his cock into her mouth while she continued to lick and gently suck it. "Very good. I really don't like the ring gag. It's there to prevent an accidental bite. You wouldn't bite me on purpose, would you?" She shook her head to say "no". "Excellent. We will proceed slowly."

As Traci felt the cock on her tongue, she realized that the underside had a frenum piercing. And the personal aroma of this man certainly wasn't like Marq's. Traci teased the barbell, flicking it with her tongue. She had never sucked on a cock with hardware on it. This was... strange. The cock slowly slid further into her mouth, gently fucking her. She was already able to almost deep throat Marq, so this intrusion wasn't too frightening. As he pushed deeper almost to her throat, she could feel that this man was either shaved or close to it. Definitely not Marq. She was beginning to experience being an object, a person used as a fucktoy. It began to arouse her, which was confusing.

As Marq enjoyed playing with Traci's mouth, he thought "I hope all this shit I've done works. The damn piercing was a real pain... literally. But it's supposed to heal up without any problems if I don't like it." Genital piercings were common in the BDSM lifestyle, so he had consulted with several of his friends who were into it. The frenum piercing seemed to be the simplest choice to "masquerade" his cock. The guy who did the work suggested a Prince Albert or even a Jacob's Ladder. "Not just no... HELL NO!" Was Marq's answer.

She used her tongue, swirling it around the head, getting used to the barbell across the underside. This is something she had done occasionally to unpierced cocks, so it almost seemed comforting. "If I have to be here, make the best of it." She thought. "Maybe it won't be as bad as I expect."

He continued fucking her mouth, sliding in as deep as he knew she could take without gagging, occasionally reaching that gag point, then retreating. But he could only hold out for so long. She really was already a good cocksucker; this week she would become an excellent one.

She felt him tense, expecting to feel him cum. But he pulled out before the expected blast of semen.

"That was acceptable, under the circumstances. You WILL do better the next time without the ring. Won't you?" She nodded. "Good girl. Actually, good slave." She tensed at that, wondering what this would entail. Marq stepped away quietly to dry off and to put on a set of ear buds. He held a remote controller for his sound system that fed the audio directly to her earplugs, and at this time, his. He had installed a quality audio and video system throughout the tower, with cameras hidden in every area. Music could be played anywhere, with a large selection of music sources. His earbuds used Bluetooth to transmit his voice back to the audio system, allowing him to communicate through her earbuds. The audio system used a voice distortion component so that his voice sounded mechanical and certainly not like his natural voice.

She heard music, faintly, like it was far away. It slowly grew in volume, until it was discernible, though not too loud. The music had predominant bass and saxophone elements, sultry and sexy. Sucking on the mystery cock had stimulated her, the small dosage of drugs in her system also ramped up her response.

A woman's voice began narrating her exact situation. The voice seemed familiar, but Traci couldn't identify it. The voice began:

"I was chained to a rounded surface. It wasn't painful, in fact it was rather enjoyable. There was something in both my cunt and my ass. The thing in my cunt filled me well, and the one in my ass felt rather long."

The voice was husky, slightly hoarse. The voice belonged to Shari, the blonde Traci had met very briefly at the munch and had watched with great interest while Shari endured the ministrations of Marq and Charles. Traci didn't recognize her voice, it being too long ago and Shari had only spoken quite briefly. Plus, Shari's voice was hoarse from the number of times that cocks had slid deep into her throat during the previous two hours. She was narrating what she had felt as she watched the video made of her time spent being her husband's and Marq's fucktoy. She had recovered from the ordeal and was watching herself, headphones and microphone on her head, her fingers touching her pussy and breasts following the action on the screen. She, too, had been blindfolded, but could hear what was happening to her.

"I felt a finger under my right tit... running slowly back and forth.... OH!" She heard the buzz and saw her own reaction. Marq was mimicking his own actions onscreen. He had put an antique scalp massager on his hand; it looked like a chrome turbine using springs to hold it on the back of his hand. Traci couldn't hear the device when he turned it on, but she could certainly feel it as his finger started to vibrate. He stroked the underside of her right breast, then moved to the left one, using his thumb and forefinger to grasp the base of the orb and slowly squeezing it as he pulled his hand towards her nipple. When his fingers reached her areola, she began to tremble. First Marq used the flat of his palm to barely touch her nipple, sliding it slowly and lightly across the nub in large circles. Then he rolled the nipple and released it. Traci heard Shari's voice:

"

My nipple felt like it was electric... I didn't know what to do... but I couldn't do anything anyway. He did it again and then... he did the other one."

Marq proceeded to follow his own lead, teasing her breasts and nipples with his vibrating hand. Traci felt his hand disappear then a buzzing began in her cunt. The dildo inside her also started a slow oscillation. Marq touched her nipple again and suddenly the dildo in her ass also began to vibrate. This one was a little different. The section being gripped by her pucker felt soft, as it was a slightly inflated ring. When the vibrations began, a timer waited a half second and then that section became very firm. Marq anticipated that the sensation would cause a reflex contraction, which it did. Then in another half second it grew slightly, filling her even more. It slowly grew; water pumped into it to give it a rigid feel.

While Traci was being distracted by the actions below, Marq had slipped an elastic band around first her right, then left breast. These, too, were inflatable, giving him control over how tight they would become. They were already snug; it wouldn't take much inflation to make them very tight. Traci's nipples had already become erect, the dampness oozing from around the dildo in her cunt revealed that she had responded to this treatment. Shari's narration had been replaced with the music, now it resumed.

"My tits.... my nipples... they are on fire... so tight... so... so..." She moaned, and Traci moaned with her.

"MMM... a cock." And Traci felt the head of a cock on her tongue. She licked it, swirling her tongue over the head and felt it move slightly further into her mouth. The owner of the cock didn't move it, only allowed her to tease it with her tongue. The ring gag was covered with a soft synthetic rubber that felt like skin and grew slippery with saliva. It wasn't quite as good as lips, but close enough for this.

This was definitely the same cock, the bar through his frenum was the same. "What will it feel like when he fucks me?" She thought. "I can only expect him to do that. Why wouldn't he? There were two of them when I was kidnapped. Are these the same guys? Where is the other one? Or were the assholes that snatched me just the delivery crew? Maybe these are the 'buyers'? Or... sellers?" She pushed that thought away. One of them had told her that she would be released. Just hold on to that.

Traci felt her head being pushed by the headrest. It pushed her head forward, then back, then forward again, a little further this time. She realized that her head was being used as a fucking machine for the cock in her mouth. The vibrations in her cunt and ass increased as did the motions of the cocks down there. The vibrations returned to her nipples and breasts, the fingers squeezing and teasing.

Something happened in her mind and her fantasy of being abducted and used for a fucktoy was reignited. But this was real! She WAS being used as a fucktoy, strapped onto some kind of device, her body being assaulted by a variety of sensations as her mouth was being used by a stranger who had kidnapped her. Then the attack on her cunt and ass began in earnest. Her cunt began to be fucked hard, the dildo occasionally hitting her cervix, plunging in and out, rotating around, rubbing her g-spot, but just not enough. The thing in her ass moved in and out slowly, staying slippery, the now larger inner section stretching her then shrinking to wiggle inside. Her tits were squeezed into hard balls, incredibly sensitive, while the vibrating fingers touched and prodded and squeezed. She couldn't hear herself moan, but moan she did.

Traci's arousal increased, her natural lube flowing around the dildo in her pussy. The machine provided additional lube for her ass, so her entire genital area was slick.

Marq watched as her arousal increased. Then as she seemed to start to shiver, everything stopped.

"You do NOT have permission to cum." A rough voice said into her ears. She gasped at the sudden cessation. Her head was still moving back and forth, fucking the cock in her mouth. Her tits were so hard they seemed to ache without the stimulation from his fingers. Her cunt and ass quivered, wanting to feel the toys continue their teasing.

"If you cum without permission you will be punished. Do you understand?" She tried to nod, but the head rest prevented much movement. Marq could tell that she had understood and began the stimulation again at a much lower level.

"FUCK" She thought. "How does he think I can't cum with all this going on?" Her body was quivering; she shook her head back and forth. The activity was intense; she had never been still stimulated and it still went on.

The activity continued, the intensity ramping up and down, taking her close, oh so close to the edge, but she fought to not cum. Her hair was soaked, sweat dripped down her body. The machine had started pushing her head until her lips pressed against a smooth body, the head of the cock in her throat. The strap around her throat had squeezed tighter. She had swallowed and learned to breathe through her nose.

A few times that was all that saved her from passing out as the cock remained deep in her throat. She couldn't tell if the pulsation she felt came from his heartbeat or if he had cum down her throat. She couldn't taste anything nor did he soften. She was amazed by his staying power.

After what seemed like a lifetime all the buzzing and movement stopped. Her tits were released from the bands and the dildos deflated. She was both exhausted and aroused more than she had ever been. The cock disappeared from her mouth. She breathed and simply tried to understand what she had been through.              

Chapter 11

Marq wiped Traci down with a warm damp towel. Her experience wasn't over for the day, but they both needed a break. He sipped a beer and swung a stand with a water bottle on it that had a cock shaped nipple over to her mouth and inserted it. She sucked, grateful for the cool liquid. The music had diminished in volume, but was still there. It changed to a sharper rock edge and she felt movement in front of her. The water nipple was replaced with a cock gag. Her tits were quite firm, though the inflatable bands had relaxed slightly; but a flat surface was placed under them, lifting them. She felt fingers pull one and some kind of clamp secured it to the surface. The other was similarly secured. She smelled alcohol and her tits were sprayed, the mist cold on her skin. She felt a paper towel wipe her down and then it happened again. After they had dried, she felt them being sprayed again and something like paper being pressed against one, then the other. After a few minutes it was pulled off. The music wasn't quite as loud, because she could hear a buzzing noise through the earplugs. Then her right tit felt like it was on fire! She realized what was being done - he was tattooing her breast! She moaned. The voice came through her earplugs:              

"I told you I would train you. I haven't finished by a long shot. But you will learn. So, you will carry your talent emblazoned on your tits for any man who gets a chance to see. On the right one the tat says 'cum'. On the left one, 'slut'. I'll decide whether or not you'll get any others later." The buzzing continued, her tits burned from the needles, her tears flowed down her cheeks. At last, he seemed finished, her tits were wiped with Tattoo Goo, the skin burning and swollen.

"Oh, God!" Traci thought. "He's ruined me! This..." She couldn't think about it. Tattooed? She was devastated.

He applied a dressing then they were released from the clamps and she was removed from the machine. Marq allowed her a chance to stretch out on the carpeted floor, watching as she moved her body, sore from the devices, stiff from the confinement. Her hands and ankles were cuffed, the ring gag was removed, but at least she could stretch. After a few minutes he picked her up and placed her tummy down on a low padded platform. The tattoos burned from the pressure. He re-cuffed her hands behind her and pulled her ankles up to chain her into a hogtie. Then he sat down, put her mouth on his cock and told her:

"Show me what you can do, cum slut." She began to suck his cock, her mouth and throat already sore from having it fucked, but she obeyed. The cock slowly fucked her mouth, sliding across her tongue. When he pulled almost out, she swirled her tongue around it and sucked. At last, he pulled back and spurted repeatedly onto her tongue. She swallowed obediently, plunging her head down to catch every drop then withdrawing slightly, licking at the head of his cock.

"You're getting there" was his response.

Traci had no idea what time it was; whether it was day or night. After her cock sucking lesson and tattooing Marq cleaned her breasts again and reapplied the Goo, then placed her back into a cage with a padded floor in the dark cell. Her hands were covered with thumbless mittens, locked to a collar around her neck with short chains. She could move, but couldn't reach down far enough to relieve some of the tension left over from her episode on the sybian.

"Don't try to remove the earplugs. Nor the lenses." Marq told her. "You will not like the punishment you'll get if you do. Understand?" She nodded. "Good. You'll get a break from them soon. Just not yet." He added.

He was tired as well, having flown from Maine to Houston, then to the Tower before he started her training. He was also keyed up from the whole process. He had successfully kidnapped her and transported her out to the Tower. The question remained whether or not he could pull off the return.

He grabbed a beer and stepped out to the eastern side walkway. The walkway surrounded both the crew level and flight deck level, made of open stainless-steel grating. It was easy to look through the grating and see the ocean 95' below and think you were floating. He sipped his beer and began to have second thoughts. Tracy had become special to him, perhaps too much so. They had discussed many things, including her "rape" fantasies. She had told Marq that she had played with another guy at times, meeting in places where he could come out of the dark and "attack" her. She wanted him to really be rough with her, sometimes tearing her clothes and leaving bruises. She always fought back and sometimes left bruises on him. But she frequently wished for a real experience that was safe. And yes, she knew that it was something of an oxymoron.

Marq didn't want to traumatize her. And pondered to himself what he actually did feel for her. She was great doing a scene; wonderfully expressive; sexy as hell. Beautiful, passionate and a natural sub. At least she was so far. Could he be satisfied with just her? Would she have the same feelings as him? And would her feelings survive this experience? Or be destroyed by it? Would he eventually get tired of having only one sub?

The beer helped him to relax; another was enough to let him sleep. He went to sleep listening to the waves hitting the structure, one of his favorite sounds.

Chapter 12

Marq awoke with the sky barely starting to lighten. He swung his feet out of bed, pulled on a pair of shorts then a pair of sandals and stepped out to the walkway. The day was clear, a few stairs twinkled in the west. He returned to the galley and prepared coffee and breakfast. His was country ham and eggs with grits and biscuits. Hers would be a bowl of cereal, lightly moistened with milk and milk on the side.

He finished his meal and cleaned up the galley then prepared hers. He took her breakfast, in a pair of pet bowls and another cup of coffee for him to the dark cell. Marq put on a pair of infra-red goggles, turned on the IR lights and went through the light trap security doors. Traci was in a slightly larger cage this time, her ankles also cuffed but with enough slack for her to be relatively comfortable. She stirred as he came into the room.

Marq put the tray with the bowls and his coffee on a table away from her cage and stepped closer to Traci. She was on her knees, her head moving around, trying to get a sense of direction and her location. The earplugs had played very soothing sounds since she had been placed in the cage, but loud enough that she couldn't really hear anything else through the sound dampening plugs. Marq's distorted voice came to her, not loud enough to startle her but certainly loud enough for her to hear.

"Hello, slut. Do you need to use the toilet?" She nodded. "Raise your head directly in front of you." She obeyed. Marq reached through the bars and gently held her head with one hand and with his other carefully pulled up one eyelid, then the other one. Satisfied that the contacts were still in place, he opened the top of the cage and unlocked the chain securing her cuffs to the floor of the cage. He placed his hands under her arms and assisted her, saying "stand up" as he did so. She stood on shaky legs as he helped her to the toilet in the corner of the room. He uncuffed her hands then re-cuffed them behind her and gently pushed her down onto the toilet. She was even more humiliated than she had been before as she relieved herself and felt him clean her up. He lifted her up to her feet again, reconnected her hands in front of her and directed her to the bowls.

"Kneel" he said. Again, she obeyed; after all, what choice did she have? She knelt and he carefully pushed her head down. He held her head down directly over the bowl containing the cereal.

"Directly under your mouth is a bowl of breakfast. To the right of it is your beverage. Eat." She carefully and slowly lowered her head until her mouth touched the cereal and began to eat it. She felt like an animal, his pet slut, eating from bowls on the floor. Traci found the milk and lapped it, realizing how hungry and thirsty she was. Marq sipped his coffee while he watched. She finished, licking the bowls clean. She started to rise, then stopped, not knowing if she had permission to move. Marq had given her another minimal dose of GBH just to keep her calm. And horny.

"Yes, you may rise" Marq told her, liking the fact that she had waited for permission. He locked a leash to the collar around her throat. He put the loop of the leash around his wrist and lifted her from the floor with a hand under her arm.

"Stand." He told her and she did, a little wobbly. He assisted her to prevent her from falling, then he used the leash to lead her out of the dark cell and into her next day of training.

Chapter 13

The Tower was comfortable, warm enough for Traci to not be chilled even though naked, but not so warm as to make her perspire. She would soon find herself perspiring, nevertheless. Marq led her to a window and told her to kneel. When she did, he clipped her leash to the wall. He pushed her knees apart until they were wider apart than the width of her shoulders.

"This is position one, at least with your hands cuffed behind you. Hold your head up but tip your chin down. Shoulders back to show off your tits." She complied. "That makes your nipples easier targets." She stiffened at this. "I'm not going to whip your nipples. Well, not right now anyway. Stay like this until I return." Marq left, brushed his teeth and did his morning routine and returned with a warm damp washcloth and an electric toothbrush, already loaded with toothpaste. He washed her face carefully, taking care not to dislodge the contacts as he washed around her eyes.

"Open your mouth slightly." He ordered. When she did, he brushed her teeth, holding a bowl under her mouth to catch the mess. He finished the brushing and wiped her mouth with the cloth, giving her a mouthful of water to rinse with. He removed the dressing and cleaned up her tits. She winced as he gently dried the tender skin.

"Nice work, even if I say so myself." Marq said. Traci blushed, the pink running down to join the pinkness of her tits. Marq opened his hand, stretching his palm and very gently moved it over her right nipple. It hardened instantly, forming crinkled skin. He repeated the movement on the other nipple to the same response. Her reaction pleased him. Either she was relaxing enough to respond or just perhaps her training and her natural sensuality was coming forth. Either one was a good sign. He unlocked her leash from the wall and tugged on it, saying:

"Up." She rocked back on her heels and rose unsteadily, Marq balancing her with her elbow. He led her over to the center of the room where he clipped the leash to a cable extending from the ceiling.

"Spread your feet. Wider." He ordered. She did, stretching her leash slightly. It was tight enough to keep her head erect. He clipped cuffs to each ankle and locked them to rings hinged flush on the floor. He carefully examined her, studying every part of her upper body. She was truly beautiful, her skin smooth and flawless, very pale. The skin of her breasts seemed to be almost translucent, her nipples still standing erect. He slowly ran his fingertips over her body, likely helping to keep her nipples hard. He used his fingernail to pluck at her nipples, running the edge across the underside of her tits, just outside of the margins of her tattoos, watching as she squirmed. She almost cried out once. Marq's voice came calmly through the earpieces. The skin of her tits had dried, so he applied a very light amount of Goo, slowly rubbing it into the skin. She squirmed and whined, almost crying out.

"Do you want me to gag you?" She shook her head.

"Then be quiet." She nodded. "Good slut." He told her.

He finished his inspection of her upper body and placed a padded bench, just under waist high in front of her. He unclipped the leash and bent her over the bench, locking the leash to a ring on the floor. He began his examination of her lower body, spreading her cheeks to get a better look. A few stray hairs revealed that a more thorough shave was required. He lightly prodded her labia, spreading them, admiring the blush that spread down to her chest again. He noticed that she was damp, another good sign. He moved his fingertip across her flesh, teasing her clit slightly, opening her and catching some of her lubricant on his finger, rubbing it across her nubbin.

Her thighs tensed as he did so, her ass cheeks quivering as he teased her. He applied the slippery pad of his finger to her clit and started to lightly rub circles around it. He heard her breathing increase; a light gasp came from her lips. Marq kept teasing her, scratching at the inside of her thighs and ass cheeks, reaching under her to also tease her mons above her clit with his fingernails. He noticed that she was starting to perspire. He opened her labia more; she was starting to drool. Her fragrance was exquisite.

He rose and started gently teasing her neck and shoulders, running his fingers down her back. He slipped his hand under her and carefully squeezed her right breast, playing with the nipple, pulling it and rolling it. The nipple crinkled, standing hard from her breast. She started breathing faster. He moved to the other one and repeated the teasing and pinching, twisting it and pulling it away from her chest then did both together. He ran his hands down to her ass, squeezing her cheeks, separating them and pushing them together.

"What a perfect ass" He thought. He had a hard time keeping his hands off of them. He knelt back down and started playing with her pussy again. This time she was dripping, the air pungent with her aroma. She was hot... and she was horny.

"Would you like me to fuck you?" He asked. She hesitated, then nodded her head. "Then you can ask me."

"Please fuck me." She asked, her voice tiny.

"What? I can't hear you." He told her. She spoke louder. "Please fuck me." She said again, louder.

"You have to be more descriptive than that. Use your imagination, slut. Tell me what you really want." Traci took a breath and thought for a second.

"Sir, please fuck my cunt. Put your cock into my wet hole and treat me like the dirty slut I am. Fuck me hard." She paused. "And allow me the honor of sucking you clean after you have filled my cunt with your cum."

"You said 'my cunt' twice. Whose cunt is this?" He slipped two fingers inside her as he spoke. She gasped.

"Yours. Sir. Your cunt. Please fuck this cunt of yours. Fuck it hard like the slut I am." She replied.

"Close. Yes, you are a slut. But you are not an 'I'. You are a slut. A fucktoy. A possession. You have no other identity than that. Try again." He told her. She started again.               "This slut asks... begs for you to fuck this hot, wet cunt that you own. It is begging for your cock to fill it with your cum. Please sir, fuck this slut cunt and then this slut mouth with your wet cock." While she begged Marq rolled a condom over his very hard cock.

Her pussy burned for attention, slippery and swollen, her labia opening expectantly.

She barely finished begging when his cock did indeed find the bottom of her cunt. He pulled out and slowly pushed back in, feeling the barbell rub across her flesh. Traci could feel it too. As Marq changed his angle the barbell dragged across her G spot. That brought a shudder and a moan. "Like that?" She nodded. He bumped her cervix hard and she gasped, almost crying out before biting her bottom lip. She moaned as he fucked her. Sometimes his strokes rubbed her spot, sometimes they didn't. She was wet and ready, enjoying the pain from the impact of his cock.

Traci shuddered, feeling the bar slide across the smooth, slippery folds of her pussy. She had enjoyed the feeling of a small, knobby vibrator, but it was nothing like this. She could feel her forehead start to perspire, small droplets slipping down from the corner of her eyes. The pressure on her breasts reminded her of their new adornment; the pain adding to her arousal. Traci could feel her pussy as it stretched, not quite painfully, definitely pleasurably.

Marq slipped his hand around her and rubbed her clit as he fucked her. This caused her to wriggle her hips against him. He fucked her for a few minutes and withdrew, leaving her cunt wet and gaping. He stepped around in front of her and used her hair to lift her head, slipping the condom off and dropping it.

"Open." He said and her mouth came open. His cock went in, almost to her throat and she sucked and fucked him with her mouth. "Better without the ring" he thought. He withdrew, rolled on another condom and returned to fucking her cunt. He repeated the swap twice more before cumming in her cunt. He stripped the condom off and moved in front of her. She sensed the movement and smelled herself on him, opened her mouth automatically and stretched out her neck to catch his cock on her tongue. As she licked his cock he smiled. But she hadn't cum yet. And was still horny.

"Good slut" he told her.

Chapter14

Marq unlocked her leash, then her ankles. He lifted her shoulders. Her legs were trembling, both from holding the position as well as the fucking. He moved the bench as she stood. She could feel her open cunt, his cum starting to ooze down her leg. She could smell herself, both from the sex and the way she had perspired. She was already a bit fragrant from the day before, now she felt downright gamey.

"I'm going to clean up." He told her. "You are going to meditate on being a slut for a little while." He led her back to the dark cell, where instead of a cage he put her into a metal box. There was plenty of ventilation, but it came from behind her and from the lower edge. She had plenty of air, but by the time it reached her nose it would be very fragrant. After ten minutes her nose would be used to it and she wouldn't smell it, but that was long enough.

Marq took his shower, shaved, brushed his teeth and thought about his schedule. He picked up the sat phone and called his brother.

"Hey bro," Marq said when Michael answered. "Where are you?"

"Still at the hotel next to the airport. Tony is doing a routine check on the Bell, topping it off and giving her a bath. Next, he's going to do the same to the Honda." He answered. "What kind of lopsided idea do you have this time?"

Marq grinned at that. "I want to do a quick hop up to the aero show, then come back the next day. I'll leave you to play with the toy for the day. It's not like it's real hard work. Okay, actually it IS "hard" work... but at least you can fix it while you're working. But that's not all. Gus is supposed to be there."

"Gus Shell? The reclusive inventor? Out in a public setting?" Michael asked.

"The same. And he's supposed to have a special prototype for me that should make things very 'interesting.' "

"Which means you will be somewhere that is not here, in a public setting with a photographer or two so you get some socializing pix" Michael replied. "Let me guess, Robert is booked to shoot the show?"

"You catch on quick, bro. Who said you were the slow one of the family?" Marq laughed through his quip.

"You did, asshole brother of mine. But that was before I beat you in the SAT's by 150 points. I never heard you talk about it after that. This wouldn't be a ploy for plausible deniability, would it? Michael asked.

"Damn! You catch on quicker than I thought. I'm hoping I can salvage something other than a good time on the Steel Beach with this babe." Marq said. "If you can get back here this afternoon, I can head back to shore on the turnaround, Tony and I can fly to Chi-Town in the morning. Tony's crew can take care of the copter while we're gone. We can make it in a day, easy."

"Yeah, that could work. The Honda can make that hop in a little over two and a half hours. You might want to stay over the night, just to be safe. Don't want the Feds to look at your flight records too closely." Michael added.

"Hmmm. Yeah, good catch. That also gives you a little more 'quality time' alone with the sweet thing." Michael could hear the smile in his voice.

"Hey, I'm totally disrupting a possibly VERY profitable week for you. Oughta be some kind of compensation." Michael started laughing at this.

Marq laughed along with him. "Good point, brother. Now bring your ass and that bird back here so we can make plans. I've got that screamingly good party planned in two days."

"I've got a serious crew coming out, some beautiful gals who love to scream, whether it's from crops or canes or big dicks. Wait - you better learn to like crops and canes. Otherwise, they might be disappointed." Marq laughed again.

"Keep it up bro. You might be driving the YellowFin." Michael growled.

"WHOOPS! Sorry about that. You'll do just fine. Hey, even if they don't like it, you will." Marq said.

"I thought I'd get your attention. I gotta get moving, then. See you on the beach." Michael finished.

Chapter 15

Marq returned to the box, opening the lid and assisting Traci out. She was indeed fragrant from all the activity. "Would you like a shower?" Traci nodded vigorously. "I think that would be appropriate." He guided her out of the dark room and into the hallway, hands cuffed behind her. They went to the shower in the public area; he adjusted the water and placed a pair of safety goggles with an elastic band over her eyes. When the water was right, he slipped off his shorts and tee and helped her over the short threshold into the shower. The shower had a large rainfall shower head, the deluge of water felt wonderful on her skin. Marq soaked her hair, applied shampoo and began his cleaning.

She felt the shampoo being massaged through her hair, the aroma and his touch relaxing her. She almost went limp with the experience. Marq noticed and pulled a shower seat to just behind her knees. "Sit" he said, helping her to find the seat and settle in. He continued to shampoo her hair, gently pulling his fingers through any tangles, massaging her scalp. It felt wonderful. He rinsed her hair, applied conditioner and worked that through and started bathing her. He used a floral bodywash on a soft loofah sponge to exfoliate and stimulate her skin. He carefully washed her from her shoulders down, carefully washing her newly tattooed breasts. She moaned and twitched a bit when he washed around the letters, urging her to stand when he got to her waist. He bumped her knees apart which she spread while he washed from her feet to her crotch. He gave extra care to her ass and pussy, and not to just make sure that she was clean.

Traci luxuriated in his attention, wondering if this was just to play with his toy or to perhaps relax her. She really hadn't had anyone to pamper her in years. Maybe being his toy wasn't too bad.

"You are beautiful" he commented while rinsing her. "Absolutely gorgeous. You look good enough to eat. Be a good girl and I might do just that." He continued rinsing her making sure the conditioner had finished and rinsing it out.

"Sit again," he told her, and carefully removed the goggles. He used a washcloth to carefully wash around her eyes. He used a large, soft towel to start drying her, and a smaller one to wrap around her head. Once she was clean and dry - and dry himself- he led her back to the dining area.

"Hungry?" He asked. She nodded. "I thought so. I am too." He helped her to kneel on a cushion next to his chair at the table. "Stay here. I'll fix lunch." She knelt, trying to make out any noises that might be coming from outside her earbuds, but the music prevented it.

After a few minutes she felt him sit next to her. "Open your mouth" he told her, she obeyed. A piece of grilled chicken was placed on her tongue. Delicious chicken, marinated in something wonderful. Juicy and hot. Next a bite of excellent cheese. Then a straw was placed on her lip. She sucked and found a delicious peach ice tea. She waited while Marg had a few bites and then he fed her a few more. When she tasted the chicken, she sucked the juices from his fingers, it was so good. Marq chuckled at that. Then he fed her a tortilla chip with his special guacamole recipe. "MMMM" she responded. Plus, salad and fresh pineapple and mango for dessert. "Not a bad meal" she thought.

Then she felt him move to kneel beside her. Her mouth was wet from the lunch, especially the fruit. He bent close to her and licked the juice from around her mouth. She tensed, startled at the move, then relaxed when he carefully wiped her mouth with a warm damp cloth. "Quite tasty. Perhaps I'll have you for dessert later." Marq said.

She decided to dare to speak. "Thank you, sir. Your slave is well fed."

Marq raised his eyebrows at this. "Quite audacious, speaking without permission. But since the comment is appropriate, I'll allow it this time. You are welcome, lovely one. Now perhaps some entertainment for you. Would you like to use the toilet first?" She nodded, blushing at the thought of what would soon happen.

After using the toilet, he led her to another small room. A medium sized vibrating egg was inserted into her pussy and a thong pulled up to make sure it stayed in. She was secured onto a comfortable chair, a belt around her waist. Her wrists were cuffed to the arms, loosely enough to be comfortable and a tee shirt pulled over her head and arms.

Marq stood behind her, wearing clean nitrile gloves. He held her head and removed the earbuds and then deftly removed her contacts, not allowing her to see him. "Don't turn your head until I tell you." He told her. He carefully wiped her eyes with a gentle wipe and stepped back. She blinked rapidly to clear her eyes and gasped at the view. She was positioned so that she could see the ocean but not straight down. In fact, all she could see was ocean and sky. Everywhere was ocean, waves moving gently, clouds floating past. She heard a click as the door closed and then the music started. She looked down to see if she could see her new tattoo, but the tee shirt covered it.

Marq had prepared a special music program for this occasion. Early 70's gentle pop and rock. He knew that it wasn't what she normally listened to but wanted something to be soothing and later arousing. This would give him time to recharge her earbuds. It started with George Winston's "Pachelbel's Canon in D Minor", one of Traci's most favored tunes. She relaxed into the experience, actually enjoying the music and view. As she relaxed, she startled and her eyes widened. "How was that tune selected?" She had never told anyone about it. "Who are these guys?" That was followed by tunes by Jimmy Spheris and Sade, then Laura Nyro and Seal.

While Traci rested, Marq was busy preparing the Steel Beach for the partiers that would soon arrive. He didn't have any of his special "toys" on the tower, the humidity played hell with the components. He did, however, have a rather complete dungeon setup in the "Play Room", with two St Andrews' crosses - one that could be swung to horizontal- several spanking/fucking benches, a unique bowed rack, a horse - with both sharp and dull edges - a wall covered with an assortment of tools and toys plus the steel ceiling was practically covered with rings, hooks, pulleys and all the accoutrements that a kinky partier might desire. Of course, there were comfortable chairs and couches scattered around. And the refreshments necessary for three days needed to be arranged.

Thoughts ran through Traci's mind. She had role played being a sub in online chat rooms, sometimes even acting as a play toy. And a fucktoy. But that was in the privacy of her own bedroom, her laptop in her lap and a selection of toys close at hand. She had enjoyed the fantasy of being used as a sexual object. But now this was real. She couldn't log off and go to sleep after satisfying her urges. And yesterday she was stimulated and brought to the edge and again toyed with this morning. "Is this truly what being an object is like?" She wondered. "This is more bizarre than anything she had ever heard of. But... is it all that bad?" She was turned on and her hands shackled so that she couldn't reach to get herself off. It was the same as last night. There was no question that she was horny as hell.

The music faded and an audio book began. Marq had chosen a story with a D/s story line, one that he found to be quite entertaining. As the narration proceeded to an erotic description the egg inside her started vibrating.

"What the fuck?" She said to herself. "This is unreal. Sitting here being stimulated and relaxing. This guy is... what? Or who? But I guess it could be worse." After the first erotic part the narration faded out and a few more tunes came on. This alternating performance continued for two hours, until both her bottom and bladder needed some relief. She heard the door click open. The back of the chair was high enough and curved around her head and prevented her from seeing her.

"Close your eyes. Head straight ahead." Marq growled at her. She obeyed and felt a sleeping mask cover her eyes. Then he re-installed her earbuds. He unlocked her cuffs from the arms and the belt from her waist and helped her rise. He locked the cuffs behind her and led her out of the viewing room.

"Did you enjoy the view?" He asked her. She nodded. "Need to use the toilet again?" She nodded again. "I thought so." He led her back to the toilet, first removing the thong and egg, then assisting her finish. This was the most humiliating part. To be treated like a child. Or... a pet. A slave? Or a toy? He cleaned her carefully noting how she blushed.

"This is nothing I haven't already seen and will see again. But this is part of what you are while you are here." He removed the tee shirt and led her to the "Play Room" and positioned her on her back, securing her wrists and ankles on a horizontal St. Andrews cross that had a head support. He secured her with her ass hanging half way off of the cross.

Then he pushed a firm cushion under her ass. A warm wet towel was placed on her pussy. He produced a shaving bowl with brush and soap and laid a dry towel and straight razor on her abdomen just above the wet one. He positioned a stool between her legs and sat down. He waited a few moments for the wet heat to soften her stubble, then began to brush soap over her mons. He used a different soap this time, smelling a bit more astringent. Definitely not floral.

Her pussy and ass covered in lather, he used his thumb to wipe a section of soap off and carefully shaved her skin. She gasped and tensed when she felt the blade. An open blade on her unprotected pussy was scary. Marq continued, carefully and gently pulling her labia open, finding some of the fine stray hairs he had missed earlier. He pulled her ass cheeks apart to get to all of them, watching as she trembled and blushed. The aroma of her arousal was quite evident. He was thorough, taking his time, wiping her down with the wet towel and applying a soothing lotion.

He used the scalp massager again, running his hands over her body, stimulating her.

She felt the sensations and her body responded. Not that she wanted it to, but she didn't have a choice. Her pussy began to get noticeably wetter. As he touched her breasts and teased her nipples, they stood up hard. Marq licked her breasts then gently kissed her. She opened her mouth to his tongue and teased back with hers. He took one nipple into his mouth gently sucking and biting, bringing a gasp from her. She had been stimulated for two days without relief. "Maybe now?" She wondered. He used the vibrations from the scalp massager to float his hand across her body, down her sides and legs, across her face and hair. He lightly brushed the coils of the vibrating springs across her nipples. She was responding just as he hoped she would.

Marq touched and teased her, sliding first one then two fingers into her wet pussy. He spread her juice around, teasing her asshole with a slippery finger. She tensed again then but relaxed as his finger moved on. The he started blowing across her labia. She tensed again at the stimulation, and quivered as she felt him slowly lick, suck and nibble his way from her left knee, up the inside of her thigh and across her labia. She shivered as he repeated the action on her right thigh. She moaned as he tickled her clit hood with the tip of his tongue. He moved down a little further, gently sliding his tongue inside her, tasting her, drinking her delicious essence.

"OH, FUCK" She thought as she felt his tongue make the second pass up her thigh and across her labia. She had to moan as she felt his tongue on her, then her pussy being stretched open. She felt the air stir around inside her, knowing he was looking at every part of her privacy. Traci bit her lower lip while breathing deeply in; exhaling loudly and repeating. Marq was watching her reaction, gauging how fast and how intense he should make it.

He licked her thighs several more times before carefully spreading her open and stretching the hood of her clit out of the way. He began to tease her clit, very lightly flicking with his tongue then slipping his tongue inside her, sucking and enjoying her flowing juices. He used his lips to pull each labia; stretching it slightly then releasing it and flicking her clit again.

Traci moaned, squirming against her bonds. The cushion kept her lifted, presenting her pussy to his mouth; all she could do was thrash. Her restraints emphasized to her how helpless she was; trapped well offshore, virtually blind, a toy at the mercy of whomever this was that was tormenting her.

Then he placed he flat of his tongue on her clit, licking it firmly. Now she squirmed under his mouth, pressing toward him. When Marq closed his lips on her clit with a slippery finger doing circles around her asshole, she squirmed and bucked under him. He lifted his head and asked "Do you want to cum?"

"YES. PLEASE!" She almost screamed. "Then beg me for it. And you do know how." Was his reply.

"PLEASE! MAKE ME... I'm sorry! PLEASE MAKE YOUR SLUT COME!" She was almost wailing. "Please sir! Your slut wants you to make her cum!"

He grinned and when back to sucking on her clit. After another moment he responded "CUM NOW" and sucked and licked faster while he probed at her ass.

"YES! OH!... OH!... And her sounds became undecipherable after that. She practically exploded, her juices squirting, her hips bucking and squirming, moaning and crying while he kept licking. She was straining at her cuffs, jerking back and forth. He finally relented, giving her pussy a final lick from bottom to top. Then sat back on his tool, wiping his face with the damp towel. He rose, applied a condom and slid his cock slowly into her cunt. Even after enjoying her earlier, he was still needing another dose of her. It didn't take him long. After a few minutes he pushed deep into her; shuddered, came and laid gently down on her on a few seconds.

"You're both gorgeous AND delicious." He grinned at her blindfold. She lay almost still, twitching slightly, gasping, an occasional shudder running through her body. "Did you enjoy your dessert as much as I did?"

"Yes... yes... sir. Thank you, sir. It was wonderful." And she meant it.

"I'm not really the monster you might have thought I was. Well, at least not yet." He said quietly. He used the towel to clean her as well and released her from the cross, helping her down.

Marq returned Traci to her dark room, again with her wrists shackled to her collar. This time, though, he led her into a cell with a comfortable mattress and sheets. He removed her earbuds and blindfold and said:" Sleep a bit if you wish." She nodded and he quietly slipped out past the light trap. She sat up to explore her cell when another audio book began. Again, the audio quality was excellent. Finding nothing of interest, she sat back down and listened. At least there was some entertainment.