Chapter 60: Mr. E. T. E.

Morning found Anderson and Suzy cuddled together on the single person bed. When she woke up, he had one hand over her breast. Chuckling, she reached below the covers. He had morning wood. Looks like yesterday's marathon has not tired him. At her touch, Anderson woke up. He yawned and stretched, as if not noticing Suzy's fingers playing with his little tree trunk.

"Morning, Suzy." He said. "After breakfast I'm going to tie you up and we'll go deliver you, alright?" She nodded. Thinking she expected another night with a man, she asked if she could feed Little Oct. Somehow, the thing in her hand suddenly hardened.

"Can I pet him?" Anderson had the eyes of a child seeing a jar of sweets. She agreed, but cautioned him not to squeeze too hard since he will be full of milk. After her pet grudgingly stuffed himself full again, Anderson traced his finger around her still bulging breast, tickling her skin. Chuckling, Suzy told him he could drink the leftovers, which he heartily did.

After they finished the breakfast delivered to their room, Anderson asked her to take out the sex toys. He was fascinated by the intricate nipple rings, saying that he always thought they were permanently attached.

"Well, most of them are." Suzy explained. "But not mine. My master, meaning Dominic, was very kind and inventive." Anderson asked to put on her "regular attire" as a sex slave. It felt outlandish now to put on the nipple rings, feel the small needles just pierce her skin, and slip the butt plug in. The last time she could remember doing it was almost two months ago, before the Fuck Fest.

"Andy, tie me up please." Suzy handed him the rope and crossed her arms behind her back. "Fold it in half and place it around the back of my neck, then fit it into my cleavage and..." She walked him through how to perform a basic tie that secured her arms and made her breasts stand out. He draped a coat over her body to get past the front desk and led her into a Dodge charger that had little screw holes in its roof, probably where the sirens and police lights stood. Suzy entered the back seat and Anderson got behind the wheel. They pulled away and after some trekking, came to a mansion at the midway point of a mountain. Anderson parked the car before the gates and let Suzy out. He stripped her of the pants and took away the coat. Summer was almost over and there was a slight chill in the wind that made her nipples stand up and press themselves into the beads on the nipple rings.

The guard led them into a spacious living room, where they sat on a comfy sofa with gold lining sewn into the leather. A few minutes later, a man with brownish skin and wearing a turban greeted them. Anderson shook hands with him and led him to Suzy. His English was thick with an accent Suzy had never heard before, though it sounded like India English.

"She's quite a beauty." Mr. E. T. E. squeezed Suzy's chin in his hand and tilted her face from left to right. He reached down and groped her breasts. Suzy whimpered softly at his rough touch.

"She's all yours, sir." Anderson said. "Where is the payment?" Mr. E. T. E. snapped his fingers and a couple of body guards walked up with a few duffle bags. They unzipped them and Anderson peered inside. He nodded and walked towards the gate with the men behind his back without a single glance at Suzy. Somehow, she felt let down, that he would show some signs of caring about her, even though she knew full well that it would doom them both.

"Get up and follow me." Mr. E. T. E. ordered. Suzy obeyed and followed him to a grand bedroom. A medium sized bed stood in the corner opposite the window. The desk, along with a bookshelf that was home to endless folders and filing drawers instead of volumes of books. The wardrobe bore the light yellow hue of synthesized plywood. If this was not a mansion, Suzy would think that Mr. E. T. E. was just a normal person living in a normal home. As she watched, he opened the wardrobe and pulled out a crate. In it were the standard attire of adult toys and bondage items, along with a few whips.

"Let us set a few rules." Mr. E. T. E. took out the whip. "You will call me master, and not speak unless spoken to. Is that clear?" He lashed at Suzy's butt. The whip's jagged edges left trails of blood oozing out of her skin.

"Yes, master." Suzy felt tears brimming in her eyes. It was one thing when she called Dominic "master." He was a man who cared about her. He had her respect and love. The word "master" was more like a transfer of adoration. But this man, whatever his twisted soul is, is not her master. She would relish the time when it came to take his life. Or would she? Suzy shuddered, yes, she had felt the murderous intent countless times, but now that she had the power to, like the real power to, she felt her conscience nagging at her. Or maybe, it's a vestige of the surface world where the human society clothed its desires and animalistic vulgarness. But isn't that what makes her human?

"Yes, you'd better shake." The man clearly mistook her trembles for a different kind of fear. "But I don't need to hear your answer." Two pincers were stuck into the corners of her mouth. Before she could contemplate what they were, they opened up, holding her mouth wide open. Her saliva leaked out onto the floor.

"Good." The man said with his tongue warping just like his head. "I've prepared something special for my little slave." He took out several coils of rope and an iron hook the size of her fist. It was curved and had a cone at the tip, like a giant fishing hook.

"Bend over." He ordered shortly. Suzy did, and was acutely aware of her underside becoming exposed to the man. Her pussy clenched. Her anus breathed. It was like expecting a car to crash into you, but you can't see it or hear it coming.

"A-ANG!" Mr. E. T. E. jammed the hook into her asshole, the sharp edges tearing her flesh. Suzy felt a new coil of rope tightening around her arms behind her back and felt the hook dig deeper. She arched her back, and the tension relived a bit. That bastard! He had tied the hook to her arms so she had to keep her back arched to relieve the tension.

However, that was clearly not Mr. E. T. E.'s intention at all. He clipped two wires onto Suzy's nipple rings and wound them around her neck, pulling them down in her cleavage. She felt something pinch her pussy lips right above her clit and pull forward. At the same time, the wires around her neck tightened, tugging her nipples upwards. Suzy relaxed her back and leaned forwards. The pressure on her nipples and pussy lip lightened, but the excruciating pain from the anal hook intensified as it dug into her intestines. She was torn between two hells. Either she can choose to torture her butt and compensate for her nipples and pussy lips, or she could forsake them for alleviation of her rear end.

Another rope was attached to her arms and wound around her chest, forming a tight figure 8 and making her breasts bulge out. The hoop started pulling up and up, slowly lifting Suzy off her feet. She dared not protest. The bite mark on her butt cheeks was still fresh and itching. All she could do was keep her arms as close to her body as possible.

Then, Suzy's ankles were grabbed. Ropes were tied and her legs were pulled apart into a complete split. The ropes were knotted on her arms, pulling her legs up. Her pelvis muscles screamed in protest at the unnecessary force they felt as her underside became completely exposed. Now the man had access to everything. Yet there was she could do. It was like being prepared for rape all over again. Suddenly, the nightmares of her first day flashed across her mind. No, this cannot be. He must be the man that screamed "Slave Suzy" over and over again!

"Acha." The man mumbled. "One last step..." Fresh hoops pulled at Suzy's outstretched knees, pulling her level. Her body became horizontal and the weight of her breasts exacerbated the force on her nipples as they hung below her. One thing that's slightly relieving was that it became a bit easier to keep her arms close to her body as her weight shifted some to her knees, but it was no less painful as the hook dragged her butt forward.

A finger dragged across her vulva, picking up her juices. No! Why am I leaking! Suzy shouted silently. Why am I so turned on being bound like this! Has this slave thing gotten into me? Am I becoming a masochist? No! I'm a sex slave, but I'm a conscious sex slave! I...

"A-ANG!"

A hot pole of flesh invaded her tunnel. The bulbous top rammed through and tore down her defenses. Just as it reached her cervix, barely brushing the top, it pulled back, the underside of the bulb scraping her walls like a brush cleaning a pipe. It charged forward again, bulldozing the path it carved, and exited again, picking up all the debris.

Just... Suzy's mind was kind of blank. Never had she been fucked so violently. It the man's attitude, but also the shape of his cock, the force of his movements, the speed. Just... remember the cockbells. Suzy tried to grit her teeth, but the pincers held her jaws apart. Gathering all her will power, she clenched the muscles in her pussy and started moving the man back and forth.

"Gadhey!" It sounded like a swear word, but Suzy had no idea what language it is. "Is this what he meant by training? You are so tight!" Of course I am, you bastard! I am a sex slave who sucks men dry! I'm a succubus! That small victory triggered something within her. She redoubled her effort, sucking the man in and spitting him out. Sure enough, after about two minutes, but what felt like ten to Suzy, he surrendered his weapons and shot his load right at her cervix. The heat sent Suzy into an orgasm. She threw her head back and thrust her chest forward, but the waves of pleasure were cut short by the excruciating pain from her nipples and pussy lips.

Little Oct stirred in Suzy's womb. As Mr. E. T. E. pulled out, she felt the creature poke out slightly and clean the cum from her tunnel. Does he love these juices? He must have been asleep last night when she did it with Andy, or that she was too absorbed to notice. The tentacle retracted and Little Oct seemed to lap up what it collected.

"That felt good!" Mr. E. T. E. slapped her butt. The bite marks from the whip dug in at his touch. Suzy whimpered like a wounded dog. "But I want to do the front end as well." He came before Suzy and his cock, or pole, glared at her in the eye, the hole in front, still oozing white cum, stared menacingly in her face. The strong scent of his musk was stinging her nose.

Without warning of any kind, he penetrated Suzy's mouth all the way to her throat. The jagged edges ravaged her mouth, destroying the ceiling and her taste buds. He moved back, forth, back, forth. He seemed tireless at his pumping. It was disgusting to say the least. Unlike some guests she had served, the thing in her mouth reeked of too much shampoo and skin products. What kind of pervert is this?

He was so ruthless with his movements as well. His size left no room for Suzy's tongue, and she barely managed to squeeze it under his cock. After what definitely felt like an hour, Suzy decided it was enough. As he pushed in again, she swallowed and fought back the stronger than ever urge to gag. He was big, much bigger than even Dominic had been. The bulb was stuck unapologetically in her throat, filling in every nook and cranny, stretching out even her vocal cords.

"Kalu!" Mr. E. T. E. declared. His hot cum sprayed onto Suzy's throat, where it clung to her mucous membranes, refusing to leave. Ten seconds later, that might as well have been a decade, the cock softened and left her throat. Suzy panted for breath as he returned behind her.

"Well, that was fun!" Mr. E. T. E. declared. "I haven't had spicy fuck like this for such a long time. He slapped Suzy's butt, making the whip marks afresh. "Let's go again!" Suzy wondered where he got all this beasty energy as he started rampaging in her pussy once more.

A couple hours later, after what felt like the hundredth time, he filled her insides with hot cum and pulled out. Little Oct lapped it up. The man sat down with a huge sigh.

"Whew! I'm hungry." He declared. I'm hungry too! Suzy screamed. But any sound she made would definitely get her away from a dinner. She wondered if this man would forget that she needed feeding as well.

"I'll give you something to eat tomorrow morning." He flicked his finger at Suzy's pussy, the nails digging into the pink flesh. She yelped. "But for tonight," The door handle turned. "Sweet dreams." He turned off the lights, leaving the room in total darkness and Suzy to battle with her bindings alone.

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Question for readers: Is Mr. E. T. E. really what Anderson claims him to be? Did you really believe aliens exist?