The Lust Boat Ch. 10

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Part 10 of the 19 part series

Updated 06/07/2023
Created 05/07/2012
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Chapter 10. Mistress interrogates her for her passwords

Memories of her session with the Sybian haunted Lacey over the next several days. She'd been forced to watch the video of herself riding the infernal machine. It was horrifying—the blank look on her face as her brain disengaged, as she became nothing more than a mindless body humping her ravenous crotch on the saddle. But she knew she'd do it again in a heartbeat if she got the chance.

After Lacey had ridden the Sybian, Angie had ordered her locked in a chastity belt except during dilation exercises. It had been several days now, and Lacey needed to come more badly than she wanted to admit. When Eleanor came to fetch her, she was ashamed to feel herself swelling with need.

Eleanor led her to one of the ship's many playrooms, where Angie was waiting. For once, there didn't seem to be light and sound equipment set up for filming. Angie sat on a couch with her laptop. She looked up at Lacey and Eleanor. "Thank you, Eleanor." She shifted her dark eyes to Lacey, who stood before her wearing only the chastity belt. "Hello, fucktoy."

Lacey flushed. She hated it when Angie called her that. It was so dirty and dehumanizing. *But,* said a despised little voice in her head *you do react like her toy when she plays with you.*

"I need your email and Facebook passwords," Angie said.

"What?" Lacey was confused.

Angie sighed. "Pay attention when I speak to you. You will give me your passwords so that I can make your disappearance less abrupt. I don't want anyone getting suspicious and reporting you missing. I already know your sister is your only immediate family, and that you aren't close. But I am going to make sure that you offend her and any friends who might worry about you. What are your passwords?"

Lacey felt like crying. Angie wanted her to give away her last chance at rescue. "No," she said in a low voice. "I won't tell you."

Surprisingly, Angie smiled. "I hoped you would say that. It's more fun to get it out of you the hard way." She gestured to Eleanor, who had been hovering quietly behind Lacey's shoulder. "Take off the chastity belt and strap her to that tilt table."

Lacey didn't fight Eleanor's wiry strength as the older woman followed Angie's directions. Soon she found herself immobilized, spreadeagled on a table. Eleanor swiveled it up so that she was facing Angie again, but reclined backwards slightly. It was more comfortable than hanging by her arms from the ceiling, but only barely.

Lacey had been confined to the chastity belt so long that even the mild air currents in the room felt good against her inflamed pussy. Angie looked up when she was secured. "Nipple suction, Eleanor," she said.

Eleanor pinched Lacey's right nipple and kneaded it hard. It crinkled to a firm point almost immediately. Lacey fought to keep her hips still even though she could feel arousal shooting from her breast to her groin. She couldn't help moaning when Eleanor attached the glass suction chamber, though. It felt like the suction machine was tugging at her clit through her nipple.

Eleanor repeated the procedure with Lacey's other nipple. Now both her nipples were being sucked in a relentless rhythm by the machine. Despite herself, Lacey felt her hips rolling in time to the pressure.

"Don't bother. If you could come from nipple stimulation alone, I'd already know it," Angie said.

Lacey glared at her. She looked so calm, seated fully clothed on the couch while she subjected Lacey to all these indignities. Lacey could feel wetness coating her pussy and thighs, and she knew Angie could see it, too. Unable to stop, she squirmed against the straps.

"Stroke her clit," Angie ordered.

Her face dispassionate as always, Eleanor complied. She spread Lacey's puffy lips and lightly caressed her clit with a fingertip. Lacey whimpered as the pleasure built.

"Stop."

Eleanor stopped. Lacey's hips tried to follow her hand, but the straps held her firmly.

"Do you want to come?" Angie asked.

"Yes, damn you." Lacey was panting. The suction pulling on her nipples was maddening. If she could come, maybe she could think clearly again without this throbbing need pressing against her mind.

"I might allow you to earn it. Give me your email password, and I'll have Eleanor touch your clit again."

The pressure in Lacey's clit was actually painful now. She knew she shouldn't give in, but she felt like she might burst. "Please," she whined through a clenched jaw.

"The password."

"Alright. It's fluffybunnies123."

"Really?" Amusement peeked out from behind Angie's unflappable demeanor. She typed the password into the laptop. "Apparently so. How appalling. Still, you earned a reward. Touch her clit again, Eleanor."

Lacey groaned loudly as Eleanor's slender fingers worked her clit to the rhythm of the nipple suction. She could feel her engorged shaft swelling and twitching under Eleanor's skillful touch. *Just a few more seconds....*

"Stop."

The delightful fingers were removed.

"No, please!" Lacey cried.

Eleanor looked at her contemptuously, wiping her wet fingers on a handkerchief.

"I need your Facebook password, too. And your bank password, while we're at it," Angie said. "Assuming you aren't dumb enough to use the same password for everything."

"Please, I just need a couple more strokes. I need it so bad."

"Give me what I want, and I'll decide what you get." Angie was implacable.

"The Facebook password is moviestar2000," Lacey said.

Angie chuckled. "That's even worse," she said. "More evidence that you don't deserve to be running around free in the world. Let me just confirm it.... Okay, Eleanor. Give the slut another taste of what she wants."

Lacey's eyes rolled back as Eleanor's fingertip circled the head of her clit ever so gently. Keening softly, she pushed her hips forward trying to increase the contact.

"Enough."

And the finger was gone again. Lacey almost screamed.

"Your banking password," Angie pressed.

Lacey hesitated.

"I could put that chastity belt back on you for a couple more days," Angie said. "Or you could give me the password and I will give you what you need so badly. It's not like a slave has any use for money anyway. My goodwill is far more valuable."

The suction of the nipple pumps was the only sound for several seconds. "789marilynmonroe," Lacey said finally.

She waited interminable seconds while Angie tried the password. "Good girl." Angie rose from the couch and stood in front of her. "Now ask me nicely for what you want."

"Please, mistress I want to come," Lacey whispered brokenly. "May I, please?"

"Since it pleases me," Angie said, "you may." She thrust three fingers hard up into Lacey's cunt, filling her thoroughly. The heel of her hand pressed against Lacey's clit, and Lacey came immediately. The slave's body was wracked by a deeply satisfying orgasm that had tears running down her face. It felt right to come in her mistress's hand. Angie fucked her in time to the spasms of her cunt, drawing the pleasure out. "There, now. Obedience has its rewards, my little sex toy."

Lacey hung limply against the straps and sobbed.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 11 years ago
This is supposed to be erotic?

This is so far fetched, you may as well include Bugs Bunny, some aliens and the zombie apocalypse for a touch of realism.

Don't quit your day job.

AnonymousAnonymousover 11 years ago

So she's going to let some bitch destroy her personal life and rob her blind just to have an orgasm? There's a point at which this just absolutely kills any suspension of disbelief, and it's the point at which you treat your character as a drooling moron. Turning a non-con story into a brainless power trip robs it of any erotic value. You're writing mind control or a broken version of BDSM, not non-con. Her "master" is nothing more than a common thief with an idiot for a pet, not some mastermind of non-con seduction. Write your characters as if they can actually think and reason, rather than mindlessly panting for an orgasm, and the story will start to make sense and regain some of that titillation it's meant to have.

For instance, if her slavemistress had actually used her brain, she'd have realized that attempting to "offend" people by pretending to be Lacey with e-mails and facebooks when they haven't seen her at all is more likely to make them suspicious and come looking rather than to tune her out and hate her forever, especially if they had any kind of relationship with her in the first place. If they're idiots they'd fall for that, and if you're writing everyone as retards, at least it's consistent logic, I guess.

All it takes is one suspicious family member to blow the whole gig.

And once the gig is up, suddenly there's a whole lot of signs like a looted bank account that can't have been worth enough to make it worth while, as well as virtual footprints online to trace. Oh, and kidnapping is a federal crime. But it's not meant to happen that way because her mistress is this "criminal mastermind" right?

I hope you're writing these apparent mistakes deliberately as a way to save Lacey from this situation in the end and not because we're meant to dislike all your characters. It's getting to that point very quickly. Because really. Nobody gives up everything they own and love for an orgasm that they might not even get because their mistress is a cruel bitch. That's mind-numblingly ridiculous.

1Martiniman1Martinimanover 11 years ago
Nice

I'm loving the story, but this chapter is really short. And as much as I enjoy a little orgasm denial, I'm thinking Lacey gave up some valuable information very quickly just to orgasm. Either she truly wants to be her agents sex slave or she is one hell of a shallow whore. Either way, good story and writing, and I'll be looking for the next chapter...hopefully very soon.

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