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    He showed her a large, egg-shaped object with a cord coming out of it. “If you don’t want my cock inside you, I’m going to put something else there instead.”
    “What is that? Some kind of sex toy? I don’t use sex toys! Don’t you dare touch me with that!”
    He grabbed her thighs tightly and pushed them apart. “You’re dripping wet, little whore. I can see your juices running out of you. I won’t even have to lube this up. You want it that badly.” He picked up the egg and shoved it into her, not gently. The feeling paralyzed her for a second, before she shrieked and burst into tears.
    He turned a wheel on the battery pack. The vibrator came to life, buzzing inside her. She thrashed and wept. “Take it out of me! Please!”
    Anthony stood and pulled up a chair next to the bed. He sat down, adjusted the chair for the best view, and watched her. She shook and struggled against the chains as tears streamed down her face. “Take it out! Take it out!”
    He leaned back in the chair, smiling, watching her struggle. She thrust her hips in the air, trying to dislodge the buzzing toy; from his vantage point, it looked almost as if she were fucking an invisible partner.
    She writhed and twisted, heedless of the hard metal manacles digging into her wrists and ankles. He ignored her screams and pleas, and sat patiently, waiting. Slowly, her struggles grew more feeble as she exhausted herself, until finally, she could do nothing but lie still on the bed, weeping.
    He turned up the vibrator. She twitched and moaned. “Please, please stop,” she whimpered. She had heard stories about women who used such things, about how they became desensitized to normal sex, or worse yet, became desperate sex addicts, unable to think about anything else. The stories had made her resolve long ago never to use such things, nor to spend time with those who did. Her body shook with her sobs. “Please…”
    He leaned forward. “Tell me that you’re my sex slave and you want my cock.”
    “No!”
    He smiled and sat back again. Her sobbing gradually subsided; the vibrations inside her continued, relentless, wearing her down. She clenched involuntarily around the hard, smooth object. The vibrations spread through her, became a tingle in her belly. She moaned softly in spite of herself.
    He waited. Little by little, the tingle became stronger. Her nipples grew taut; wetness leaked from her. She felt a subtle longing, a quiet desire that slowly quelled her fear. The thing inside her thrummed, fanned the desire into a simmering need. She sighed and moaned as her hips rocked up and down.
    “Yes. That’s it. It’s better if you don’t fight it.” He sat on the bed beside her and reached to touch her. She flinched as his fingers lightly touched her thigh.
    “Good girl. Take it.” One finger parted her folds. She gasped as he found her clit. “This feels good, doesn’t it?”
    She pulled weakly at the chains and turned her head away from him. “No,” she whimpered. “Please. I don’t like it.”
    “I don’t care.” He moved his finger in circles against her. The constant buzz chipped away at her resolve. The tingle in her belly grew, spread through her legs. Soon her hips were rocking again, and she threw back her head and moaned. He pressed harder. “Say you’re my sex slave and you want my cock.”
    She whimpered wordlessly and ground her hips against his finger.
    “Say it!”
    “Please…please…” The need consumed her. Her body was on fire; she could think of nothing but the vibration inside her. She clenched and thrust her hips upward. “Please!”
    He grabbed the cord and in one single instant pulled the vibrator out of her. His hand gripped her breast tightly. “Say it!”
    “Ow! Stop! You’re hurting me!”
    He pushed three fingers roughly inside her. His grip tightened on her breast. “Say it!”
    “Please, it hurts!”
    “Yes, it does.” He thrust his fingers savagely in and out as he twisted