Red desires

Chapter 8

It's been a week since I technically lost my virginity. I thought everything would change but honestly, I pretty much felt the same. I imagined myself getting grossed up by the whole idea of getting someone else's fluids in me, but when his semen flowed in me, I felt a sense of happiness in me. It wasn't the same as when I pounded myself with the machines but it still gave me satisfaction. I felt a void in me I didn't know I had, filling up.

"Hello Kitty", Miss Ruby woke me up the next morning. "Good performance yesterday."

I didn't say anything. I didn't want her to know even if the whole experience didn't matter much for me.

"Henry was really pleased to be your first," she continued. With my confused look, she explained, "Henry was the guy you fucked yesterday. He was a guy I know. I owed him after a deal that didn't go well so I let him have this one. Now we're even." Then she added with a wicked smile. "I hope you enjoyed it too." I furrowed my eyebrows at that last sentence.

"You took my virginity away. And for what? For a wrong deal?"

She had an exasperated look. "Oh, that tongue. Can't hold that for once, can you? Exactly the only thing Henry complained about. Always talking when you're not told, aren't you? Maybe we should have a session just for that."

I didn't say anything but that couldn't mean anything good. I'd rather stay silent to make myself invisible.

But it was already too late. I was attached to a steel table and vibrated to death.

"You will not be taken off this bed until you stop complaining and moan like a pornstar."

And that's how I ended up chained to the bed and vibrated for at least one hour every day until I stopped cursing like a hysteric. They never let me have an orgasm though. They played with me. Yeah, play was the right word. They took me to the edge and when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, the vibrations suddenly stopped before it started again. And so it went on and on. At first, I yelped and cried from the sensations. Even after those intense weeks of sex, I couldn't get used to the feeling yet. So I begged and begged them to stop. Or continue. I didn't know anymore. "I'll stop when you hold that nasty tongue of yours," she said.

"I... can't," I replied with an extreme effort.

"Then don't complain to me. It's all up to you," she smiled as she stopped the machine for the umpteenth time.

I pant from exhaustion on the table, trying to pull up the chain without success.

"Oh Kitty, don't you want to get over with this?" I felt her hand go on my upper thigh temptingly, getting high and higher. All the way, she looked me in the way with such intensity, sincerity, I wanted to believe her. "You have to do one simple thing. Imagine you were in heaven, a man between your beautiful legs. Skin against skin. Lips against lips."

Somehow, the feeling of her fingers on my crotch is different from the machine. It was ... human, better. It put me on edge in no time.

My cries suddenly transformed into moans of pleasure. When I heard myself, I could swear a whore took my place. The voice I heard was one that knew what pleasure felt like. Not the voice of someone who's been avoiding love every time it appeared.

Miss Ruby's own voice emerged from my reverie. "Just like that, that's it. Doesn't that feel good?" Her fingers rubbed more vigorously on my sensitive spot.

I didn't answer. I tried to focus on the feeling and surely enough, she let me have my first orgasm of the day.

"Good job little whore," she said as she cleaned her fingers in her mouth. "Now, that's one exercise we're gonna do from now on every morning. You are not to cum unless you stop those complaints, understand?" Her face was very stern, I couldn't ignore the warning.