Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“Princess, there’s a lot I can do for you, like this…” He pressed one of the buttons on the panel. The metal hands tweaked her nipples, applying just enough pressure to cause a tingling feeling between her thighs.
“No,” she whispered trying to stave off the pleasure creeping up on her.
“Yes, Princess. Take a look at the screen here.”
She followed the direction of his finger and saw an impression of her body in different shades, mostly red and green. “What is that?” she squeaked.
“It’s you, Princess. This monitor indicates just how hot you are. The more aroused you become, the higher your heat level rises. The chair you’re sitting in monitors that and it’s recording it on this screen. So you can say what you like, but I’ll know the truth.” He pushed another button. The mechanical fingers increased the pressure on her nipples.
“Please don’t do this to me.” Paris squirmed in her seat, trying not to like this too much. Beads of sweat popped out on her forehead. “Oh, God,” she muttered.
“Just accept you want this.”
“When pigs fly,” she hissed.
“Hmm, I’m not familiar with that particular animal, but judging from the way you say it with such vehemence, flying isn’t something these pigs do. In that case, I’ll make you beg for your release.”
“I’d sooner see you in hell,” she spat at him, defiant even when she knew she couldn’t win.
“Again, another word I’m not familiar with. I think I can suffer this hell, as long as you’re there with me. Look at the screen. You’re getting hotter. Do you see how red your body has become?” His soft taunt didn’t help matters.
More than anything, Paris wanted to wipe the smug expression from his face. “Is this your sick idea of a fantasy, holding me hostage this way? Can’t you get a woman without tying her down?”
His eyes narrowed. “I’ve never had a problem with any woman, but you’ll soon learn I keep what is mine and make no mistake about it, Princess, you are mine.”
The dark-haired barbarian seemed to have more surprises for her. Restraints came out near the bottom of the chair and shackled her ankles. Then the legs of the chair spread, pulling her thighs open. “What are you doing?” Her words came out in a husky moan, as the mechanical hands squeezed and kneaded her breasts. This shouldn’t have felt good -- but it did.
“Proving you wrong. You say you’ll derive no pleasure from this, but we’ll see.”
Her eyes widened when a trap door opened on the floor in front of her and a large menacing-looking piece of equipment rose and slid forward until it rested between her legs. “What is this thing?”
He didn’t answer, merely pushing a few buttons before turning to watch her, his eyes glittering.
Paris was too fascinated to utter another word. A long thin rod slid forward, not stopping until it rested between the opening of her thighs. The little probe maneuvered her thong, pushing it to the side of her labia. Then it retreated, only for another object to pop out which looked a lot like a miniature dildo.
Her breathing was shallow as her pussy grew moist. The instrument moved forward, sliding up and down her slit. Paris squirmed in her chair, no longer able to fight the fierce desire flowing through her body.
One of the metal hands continued to caress her breasts while the other slid down her body until it rested on the tight nest of curls between her legs. Her gaze slid to the screen that monitored her heat level. The color had changed to red all over. She must be crazy for allowing this to happen to her, but what choice did she have? This contraption of metallic evil was making her feel things she didn’t want to.
“Tell me how you feel, Princess,” the barbarian spoke, his deep voice low and intimate.
“No,” she whispered, not making eye contact with him. The last thing she
wanted to see was the look of triumph on his face.
He chuckled. “Still fighting it?”
“I won’t give in.”
“I’d say you already have, Princess, but we won’t argue about it. I don’t think words are needed right now. Your body says it all.” He pressed more buttons.
This time the mechanical hand dipped lower, not stopping until it reached her clit, latching on and squeezing. The slim metal dildo pushed forward, not going deep, but probing just enough to send a pulse of delight along her nerve endings. There was a slight discomfort. She had a battery-operated boyfriend at home, but this was much slimmer.
Technically, she was still a virgin, having never gone all the way with any man.
It galled Paris that it was him of all people who introduced her to all these new sensations.
The heat within her burned in her belly. She was ready to break the restraints and touch herself. Her fingers wiggled and she writhed in the chair. “Oh, God,” she groaned. Being stimulated in this way was like nothing else. Paris closed her eyes and imagined it was the barbarian’s hands and cock bringing her close to her peak.