Chapter 44 Kashton #2
He uses his boot to kick her side, forcing her to roll onto her back. She tries to fight him, but she’s too weak. He crouches next to Eve, running his fingers over her chest and down her stomach before they slide between her legs.
She closes them, and he stands, laughing. “She’ll make the perfect whore,” Evan assures Isabella.
Her eyes narrow on him for a long second before she checks her watch. “She’s all yours. I’m leaving. I’ve got dinner plans with my husband in twenty.” She pats his back. “I’ll check in on her in a week to see how she’s doing.”
“Here.” The kid hands Evan a key.
Evan bends down and unlocks the thick metal collar around Eve’s neck before handing them both back to him. Then he picks up her limp body and carries her out of the room and down a brightly lit hallway.
“Pl-ease.” She finally speaks, her voice cracking.
My chest tightens at how weak she sounds. Where has she been up until this point? Where was she before this? I’d expected her to show up fighting mad. Angry and hating the world like the Everett I love. But this is different. She’s entering Dollhouse already broken—mentally and physically.
His laughter fills the hall. “I always knew you’d end up here, Eve.”
The footage then cuts to this room, and the door opens when he enters with her. Evan sets Eve in the makeshift bondage chair in the center of the room, and she shivers.
“There’s usually a series of events that must take place before this, but I think she’ll understand. We’ll go ahead and get started. I can clean you up later. You’re just going to get dirty anyway.”
Kneeling in front of her, he places her legs against the metal backing, bent at the knees. He fastens each ankle with a black leather restraint, locking both buckles in place. Then a second around her upper thighs. The leather pulls tight enough that you can see her ashen skin pinching.
She hasn’t even tried to fight him, but the action gets her attention.
“What—” comes her hoarse voice, and her eyes open, glancing around aimlessly.
She seems drunk. Possibly on drugs. She’s got bruises on various spots of her malnourished body.
Short, shallow cuts cover her skin as well.
They’re fresh. You can tell by the dried blood on her pale skin.
Was this from her suicide attempt? They said she had tried.
What the fuck did she do to try to end her life?
Another belt is placed across her lower waist, digging into her protruding hips. I notice she doesn’t have the three vertical lines I saw on the Isabella or her butterfly tattoo yet.
He picks up her left arm and pushes it against the arm post that makes up half of the cross. He secures belts around her wrist and upper arm, palm out. Then does the same with the other.
Evan walks behind the device she’s strapped to and picks up a mask.
Placing it over her head, he shoves it forward in order to secure it.
It resembles a gas mask. It’s black, covers a large portion of her face, and comes to a point high up on her nose and down over her cheeks and mouth. She mumbles into it and blinks rapidly.
Crouching behind her, he turns on a tank that I’m assuming is oxygen. He then moves to stand in front of her and grips her chin, forcing her head back. “Breathe, Everett. Deep breaths. In through your nose and out through your mouth.”
Her wide eyes fill with tears and her body tenses.
“Breathe. Come on…deep breath in through your nose.” Her chest finally rises as it fills with air. “That’s good. Out through your mouth. Good girl,” he praises her. His hand drops from her chin and runs down her sternum. “Again.”
She does it again and her eyes begin to get heavy.
“That’s it.” His hand drops lower and moves between her parted legs. He starts to rub her pussy. “You’re doing so good. I’m going to make you the best whore for them. You’re going to make such a pretty dolly.”
She blinks rapidly, and he pushes on her inner thighs, causing the legs of the chair to open wider. The clicking sound indicates it locks them in place with each inch until he’s happy to have them wide open.
Mumbling moans come from her mask-covered face while she fights the new position.
There’s a knock at the door, and he frowns but walks over to it. “Good evening, sir. I didn’t know we’d have a visitor.”
I stiffen when I see a man we all know enter. “Yes. Well, I wasn’t going to bother coming, but I needed to make sure she was delivered. See it for myself.”
My heart starts to hammer in my chest at the sound of his voice, my mind running with possibilities of what the fuck is going on.
“What in the fuck is he doing there?” Haidyn barks, stepping closer to the wall, but neither Bill nor Adam answers.
I watch Eve go in and out of consciousness for the next few minutes while Evan sets things up on a rolling cart. The other Lord just stands there, staring at her.
Evan walks behind her once more and begins to wrap rope around her neck, which is already bruised and irritated from wearing the collar she arrived in. Her mumbled words fill the mask while panic shows in her large eyes, like she thinks he’s going to choke her.
“Now, now. Just an added precaution,” he assures her.
As if she could move a muscle. Does he think she’s going to attack him? The poor thing can barely crawl right now, let alone harm anyone.
Evan wraps the rope three times, tying it off behind the chair each time.
She tries to stretch her neck to see how much room he left her, but there’s none.
I can see that it’s pulling on her skin.
He takes the excess rope and begins to cross it over her chest, making an X between her breasts before tying the remainder off at the back of the narrow chair. Looks like a half-assed chest harness.
“Walk me through this…procedure,” the Lord observing orders.
Evan starts an IV in the crook of her right arm and speaks to the Lord.
“She’ll spend around five hours a day for the next few weeks in this chair.
She’ll be restricted to a liquid-only diet, and this will help keep her on constant fluids while allowing us to administer any drugs that she may need. ”
Drugs? What kind of drugs could she possibly need? Maybe penicillin, but something tells me that’s not the type he’s referring to.
Evan tapes off the IV and then grips her chin, forcing her to look toward the Lord who seems bored.
“As you can see, there are three hoses connected to her air-purifying respirator. One is the obvious—air. The second is nitrous oxide, and the third is a stimulant for arousal. We are able to regulate how much she gets from each. Sometimes they need more for training purposes and compliance.”
My chest squeezes at his words. That’s the point in this. To make her want sex. To want to be used. And now that I know how she likes to be fucked, I hate that it worked. Even all these years later.
“Nitrous oxide?” The Lord tilts his head in thought. “It doesn’t cause long-term effects?” He actually sounds concerned about her health, but I know it’s because he can’t sell a dead girl.
“There have been some who didn’t take well to it. It’s trial and error to see how much can be given and for how long.” Evan shrugs carelessly. “Everyone’s tolerance is different. But in the long run, we’ve seen more progress with it than without.”
“What is your success rate?” the Lord asks, seeming more interested now.
Evan smiles at him, letting go of her chin, liking the fact that the Lord is curious. “I’m not sure that you will ever find statistics on that. Some whores were just too stubborn and refused to submit. Our clients were less than pleased.”
“Something tells me you no longer have that problem.” The Lord chuckles.
Evan fucking blushes. “No. Not anymore. This system is hard for anyone to ignore. Even the strongest give in eventually. The dolls can’t fight the drugs.”
“With the system you have, who could resist?”
They both laugh.
I glance at Eve, and she can barely keep her heavy eyelids open.
She’s so fucking high, and it makes me wonder what’s in the IV as well.
He said fluids, but what kinds of fluids?
I know it’s nothing good for her. They will only give her the bare minimum to keep her alive.
Everything they put in her body is for their benefit.
“And Dollhouse only produces the best of the best.” Evan goes back to work.
Pulling on a pair of gloves, he grabs a dildo off the cart and places a condom over it before covering it with lube.
Kneeling down in front of her, he rubs her cunt, and she moans into the mask. “That’s it, Eve. It feels good, huh?”
Her eyes fall closed.
Evan screws the base of the dildo to a platform in the center of the floor that’s directly underneath the opening of the chair. Grabbing a remote, he pushes a button. It slowly rises, and he helps guide it into her pussy.
She arches her tied neck, and her body tenses before she breathes deeply. “Let it do all the work.” He rubs her inner thigh, and her body begins to shake, pulling on the restraints. “All you have to do is sit here and enjoy it.”
Getting up, he reaches for the cart again, grabs another one, and lubes it up while the other Lord watches with appreciation in his eyes.
It’s a fucking machine.
Evan comes back to her, bends down next to the seat, and reaches underneath it.
He then inserts the dildo into her ass, and she cries out into the mask.
Her fists clench and every muscle in her body tenses while she holds her breath.
“A good and obedient doll loves all her holes filled,” he tells her.
Tears run down her bottom lashes, and she fights her restraints, but he’s got her tied too tight. She can’t move a muscle.
“She doesn’t seem very compliant,” the Lord observes, sounding disappointed.