Chapter 24
Mikhail
Iwasn’t lying when I said Doll’s punishment would hurt.
I might intend to keep her now, but that doesn’t mean I’ll slack off on her training.
The rules about sharing her name and her past still stand, and I intend to enforce them.
And I’ll enjoy it, because the sight of Grace strapped to the gyno chair, spread open before me, is one of the wonders of the world.
She’s blindfolded and wearing the noise-cancelling headphones again, the computer repeating the rules to her in what I call the reinforcement program.
I’ve used it with every Doll so far, so it’s only fair Grace experiences it too, even though the little minx knows the rules well enough.
She broke them on purpose to give me a reason to punish her, and I both hate and, yes, love her for it.
I love her. I may be an unscrupulous criminal, but I’m not afraid to face the facts.
I’ve loved every Doll that passed through my basement, but Grace is different.
My feelings for her are far from normal and, wherever our fates guide us, we will not be living in a typical healthy relationship, but we will be together. There’s no other option.
Part of my mind is already plotting ways to make that happen while I watch my Doll squirm in the chair.
Goosebumps line her arms and legs, and her nipples are erect, but I don’t think it’s just from the cold.
She’s terrified and aroused, the best combination there is.
I briefly consider torturing her with pleasure instead of pain, holding a vibrator to her clit until she screams herself hoarse from coming too many times and her cunt is too sensitive to the touch, but I promised her pain, so pain she will get.
Besides, she was right. I need her pain, too.
She flinches as I caress her tits. They’re small, yes, but she’s definitely not flat, like my asshole of an uncle claimed.
They’re just the right size for me. As I twist and pull Doll’s nipples, she whimpers, trying to arch into my touch to ease the pain, but the straps don’t let her.
She’s well and truly trapped, and I watch her thighs clench as that realization settles in.
My cock jerks in response but I will it down. I can’t fuck her.
Actually, why can’t I fuck her? If I’m keeping her, shouldn’t I get to? Every single tight hole of hers, starting with that dripping cunt spread in front of me like a delicious feast. Fuck. The world tilts before settling at a new angle.
She’s mine. Forever mine. The rules I set to protect myself from the inevitable heartbreak of a Doll leaving me don’t apply in her case because she will never leave me.
We might be apart for a few days if the plans forming in my mind work out, but once I’ve dealt with the ruins of my world, I’ll find her again, and we’ll be together forever.
No one will ever tell me dolls aren’t for me again, because this one is, and tonight, I’ll make her mine.
Pain first, though, because now I crave having my cock buried deep inside of her while she writhes in agony.
With a practiced move, I attach the electric clamps to her nipples.
Doll swallows roughly as she feels the wires slide over her skin.
She knows what’s coming, which makes it all the better.
I lube up the conductive dildo and slide it into her nicely stretched asshole.
I’ve trained that part of her relentlessly, not wanting her to be hurt when her new Master takes her.
I guess it’s a moot point now that the fucker is dead, but I can still reap the benefits when I finally fuck her ass.
Her pussy first, though. With that in mind, I don’t add a second dildo but rather a set of clamps on her pussy lips and, because I’m a devious fucker, another to the hood of her clit. That scares her, and rightly so.
“M-Master,” she whispers, “I—”
Not letting her finish, I force a ring gag into her mouth and secure it tightly.
Later, I’ll listen to whatever she wants to say, but right now I’m more interested in her screams. And in fucking her mouth without getting my cock bitten off.
Despite having no prior experience, Doll’s blowjob skills are top-notch after a week of rough training.
However, that doesn’t mean she won’t accidentally bite me when the electroshocks hit her just right.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” She can’t hear me, but I can’t help but talk to her anyway.
She’s so responsive to praise that I’ve made a habit of talking to her constantly, especially when she struggled with harder parts of training.
She takes pain well, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy for her, and if I can help her bear it, I will.
Besides, everything I told her was true.
She truly is the most exquisite Doll I’ve ever trained.
She lets out a strangled gasp as I turn on the electrostim unit and start experimenting with the knobs. Since there was no malicious intent behind her breaking the rules, I give her a few seconds to adjust to the sensations before increasing the voltage.
Doll cries out, her muscles spasming in time with the random shocks, her pain feeding the hungry monster inside of me and easing the tightness in my chest that’s been there long before Anton’s visit.
It feels like it has always been there, but now it’s loose, and I feel free.
Free to caress my Doll’s cheek, free to squeeze her tormented tits, free to sink my fingers into her clenched pussy and groan as her inner walls squeeze me.
Fuck! I can’t wait for that to be my cock.
The electrodes I put on her are bipolar, so the risk of getting my cock zapped is low, but it’s still there.
I don’t care. I’ve brought male Dolls to orgasm before just by electrostimulating their cocks, so it can’t be that unpleasant.
Grace’s naughty little mouth comes first, though.
After all, it was her mouth that broke the rules.
Since she’s been a good Doll, I lower the voltage a little before adjusting the chair so that her mouth is at the perfect height.
Strapped to the chair with her jaws held open by the ring gag, Doll isn’t in any position to fight back, but I still grab her hair as I thrust into her waiting mouth, excitement making my movements rougher than usual.
Her throat vibrates with another scream as I push my cock deeper until she gags.
She can’t seem to decide between coughing and crying as I pull back, which is just adorable.
I make the decision for her by thrusting into her throat once again and cutting off her airflow.
Pain makes it harder for her to fall back on her deepthroat training, and she squirms in my grasp, her face growing red as she struggles for air.
Pulling back, I allow her a few deep breaths before sinking right back in.
Tears soak her blindfold, and her headphones are a little askew, so I right them before removing the scrap of fabric covering her eyes.
“Fuuuck,” I groan as her wide, red-rimmed eyes meet my gaze.
Looking at me seems to settle her a little, and she manages to stay calm until she starts running out of oxygen again.
Tears roll down her face, and I regret not having put makeup on her.
It would streak gloriously. Well, there’s always next time, and the next, and the next.
The rest of our lives. Fuck, that thought shouldn’t be such a massive turn-on, but it is, and I’m too close to coming for comfort.
Disappointment flashes through Doll’s eyes as I retreat, as if she misses my cock in her mouth.
If I thought watching her instead of fucking her face would help me stave off the impending climax, I was wrong, though.
She’s glorious as she twitches and jerks, straining against the straps holding her in place as the electricity makes her muscles convulse. “Fuck, you’re glorious.”
Grace can’t hear me, but she can see me speak, her eyes focusing on my mouth as she tries to guess what I said.
“Curious, Doll?” I grin. “You’re mine. Forever.
I’m going to dispose of anyone who would stand between us, and then I’m going to steal you away and make you laugh and scream every single fucking day.
If you think that once this is over, you will go back to your silly ordinary life, you’re very wrong.
You’re never getting rid of me, because you’re mine.
My Doll. My Grace. Fuck!” Finally sinking into her waiting cunt, I cry out loud as her inner walls squeeze me.
The muscles in her asshole clench down on the dildo as it shocks her, and her pussy muscles follow, squeezing my poor cock like she’s trying to crush it to pulp.
“Fuck, Doll, you feel so fucking good!” Deciding that hearing my voice is more important than listening to stupid rules, I yank the headphones off her ears.
“So fucking good.” She moans, the needy sound cut off by a whimper as the electricity runs through her again.
“So fucking good, Doll. Tell me, do you want to come?”
She tries to make an affirmative sound, but it comes out as a garbled howl. This time, even I feel the shock as a not so pleasant tingle running through the base of my cock. Laughing, I pull out before thrusting back into her. “I didn’t hear you, Doll.”
“Oef!” she screams, articulating as well as she can with the gag holding her mouth wide open. “Eafe!”
“Hmm, was that a please? Are you a good little Doll, begging me for an orgasm?”
The strap over her forehead digs into her skin as she tries to nod.
I laugh. “Well, we’ll see. Scream for me, Grace.”