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feel good?”
    “Mmm, yes. It feels wonderful!”
    He smiled. “Good. Here, put your arms over your head.” He took her hands in his, raised her arms, placed her hands gently on the edge of the bed above her head. “There. Just like that.”
    “Why?”
    “So I can do this.” He reached beneath the bed, brought out two lengths of chain, each ending in a wide, bright metal cuff, padded on the inside with thin leather. Before she could respond, he had locked the cuffs around her wrists.
    “Hey!” She pulled on her wrists, but the chains were fastened securely beneath the bed, and they would no come free. A strong feeling of déjà vu took her, and she felt a touch of irrational fear. “Take these off!”
    He moved down to the foot of the bed, drew another chain from beneath it, grabbed her ankle tightly. She squirmed and twisted as he cuffed her ankle. The fear turned to panic; she felt that there was something wrong, something she couldn’t remember. “Anthony, I mean it! I don’t like this! Take these off!”
    He crossed to the other side of the bed, grabbed her other ankle. She fought and kicked like a wildcat as he struggled to chain it down; twice, she drove her foot into his stomach, causing him to let out a “whoof!” of surprise. Finally, he took her ankle in both hands, pinned her foot to the bed, and sat on her as he attached the manacle. He was panting with exertion when he stepped back to examine his handiwork.
    She thrashed and struggled against her bonds. “Let me go! This is not funny! I don’t want this! Take these off of me right now!”
    He sat on the edge of the bed next to her. “You are a very beautiful woman,” he said. He reached out and touched her breast lightly; she twisted away and glared at him. “Oh, yes. You’re going to make a great fuck toy.”
    She stopped moving, shocked, and looked at him with venom in her eyes. “What did you just say?”
    “I said,” he repeated, “you’re going to make a great fuck toy.” He squeezed her breast tightly. “I’m going to enjoy using you for sex.”
    “How dare you! How dare you talk to me that way! Get your hands off of me, you filthy pig! I mean it!”
    He released her and arched an eyebrow. “Filthy pig? That’s not very nice.” His hand pressed between her legs; even as she squirmed to get away, he shoved two fingers roughly into her. She screamed.
    “If I’m a filthy pig, then what does that make you? You’re wet down here. I think your body likes this. What kind of little whore gets turned on by being chained down against her will?”
    “Stop it! Why are you doing this to me? Stop!”
    He slid his fingers from her and wiped them on her thigh. “I suggest you consider your position. I don’t think you really ought to be telling me what to do.” He grinned, relaxed and confident. “Let me be very clear here, so there’s no misunderstanding. I am not going to stop. I’m going to use you for sexual pleasure. I am going to fuck you,” a subtle emphasis on the word, “whenever I want, however I want, whether you want me or not. From this point forward, you exist to serve my sexual needs. Your job is to give up your body for sex. You wanted to be a stay-at-home wife; this is how you will earn your keep.”
    “I will not! Let me go, you…you…pervert!”
    He laughed. “Let you go? No. I want you to tell me that you’re my sex slave and you want my cock in you.”
    “Absolutely not!”
    “You don’t want my cock inside you?”
    “No!”
    “Well, then. We’ll put something else inside you instead.” He lifted a dark, leather-bound case from beneath the bed and set it on the nightstand. The feeling of déjà vu returned. She felt sure she had seen it somewhere before, but she couldn’t remember where. The panic increased.
    He drew a small gold key from the chain around his neck and unlocked the case. He flipped open the lid, took something out of the case, and sat down on the bed again.
    “What are you