It was like the synapses in Eli‘s mind weren’t firing correctly.
He knew he should be furious, should be running to Tori — Victoria — to help her, to free her. But something kept him rooted to the spot, unable to move.
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What had Rafael done to her?
What had Rafael done to him?
“Please, the antidote. Please, Rafael.“ Tori pleaded, her voice dripping desperation. “I’m begging you.”
Rafael purred against her ear. “I know that’s what you need, darling, but tell me what you’re going to do to get it.” He ran his fingers down the sides of her ribs, and she shivered. “Tell me. I love to hear you say it.”
Eli could do nothing but stare; his feet felt like they were encased in sacks of concrete. Watching his wife quiver and beg another man sent a wave of arousal through his traitorous body, and his cock strained against the thin fabric of his dress slacks.
Had he ever seen her like this before?
He thought about that, with some difficulty. No, he decided. She had always been icy, nearly untouchable. Even to him, her husband, she had always been modest, a perfect lady.
To him.
He could probably count on one hand the times he had seen her fully nude in their entire ten-year marriage. And watching her now, slick with sweat and desperate with arousal, she was… intoxicating.
“Tell me what you want to do, if I give you the antidote,” Rafael goaded her.
Her cheeks flushed; it was obvious even as she tumbled on the edge of orgasm. “Please… Rafael, please let me suck you.“
Eli blinked dumbly. Had he heard her correctly?
Never in all his years of knowing her had she ever wanted to engage in oral sex. Never had she wanted to engage in any sort of… What did she like to call it? Indecent sexual activity.
Heat rose up through his body and his cock got harder. Eli simultaneously hated Rafael and was sickeningly jealous of him. How had he gotten her to this point? He ground his teeth, imagining what her soft lips would feel like around him. Desire and fury swirled in his mind, as he thought about those soft lips around Rafael’s cock, instead.
Still, he did not move. The screen continued to flash its indecipherable messages, interspersed with the images his conscious brain could hardly register. The flashing pictures reflected in Tori’s dark eyes, and she barely blinked.
He looked at the screen and he looked at the cuffs and he looked at the hook in the ceiling, and he thought maybe the answer was obvious. But something didn’t quite add up yet.
“Beg for it, Tori. Tell me how much you need it. Tell me how much you love being my little experimental doll.“ Raphael’s tone was heady and confident. He spoke like he knew what she was going to say.
A weak thought occurred to Eli: maybe he did.
“Please, please fuck my face, and give me the antidote.“ Her words were soft, mewling. “Give me another dose, please. Anything for the antidote. Anything to feel your cock down my throat. I need it.“
Rafael turned back to the doctor. “See, Eli?“ he said, his voice full of smug certainty. “She’s been assisting me. She’s been a great help, clinically, and…” He laughed, darkly. “…Otherwise.“ A satisfied smile spread across his face, as he watched the rage scraping along Eli‘s veins.
Rafael moved back to the kitchenette, and once Eli had some semblance of privacy, he found he could took a step toward his wife.
He reached out his hand to touch her wet skin.
“Victoria…“ He wasn’t sure what to say.
What could he say to his wife, after she has just begged to suck off another man, when she had so steadfastly refused him for so long?
“Eli… I can’t, please…“ A small tremor ran through her body, but still she did not look away from the screen.
He wondered how long how long she had been like this, waiting for the antidote; the antidote, he guessed, was for Rafael’s drug. He thought of all the other women that he had prepared for auction, of the constant drip of of that nefarious drug, and what it had done to them.
A bead of sweat dripped lazily down the small of her back, and Eli watched it with an almost sick fascination.
Ten. Ten perfect fuckdolls.
She had been here long enough for him to make ten flawless fuck toys for the underground auction. Eli felt a little sick.
Tori – Victoria — didn’t seem to be like them, or at least not as badly off as they were. She seemed to have at least a little bit of herself left in her.
“We’ve been experimenting with microdoses, Eli.“ Rafael walked back into the room, flicking the end of a syringe. “Haven’t we, darling?“
“Oh, God, thank you Rafael.“ The relief in her voice was palatable.
Rafael turned to Eli, who was watching his wife’s eyes track to the syringe like a junkie desperate for her next fix. He had never seen that look in her eyes.
“Tori has single-handedly moved my whole research program forward,“ Raphael said, in the way one might talk about a prized bitch.
“She’s allowed me the luxury of experimenting with the microdoses and their effects. We’ve developed several antidotes, and it will allow her to orgasm, each with a different time frame on it.“ He looked at Eli and grinned. “It really depends on how long of a blowjob I want from your pretty little wife’s mouth.”
A red haze descended over Eli’s mind, and he felt pins and needles in his fingertips. Never before in his life had he felt rage, jealousy, envy, like this. His breath came in short, staccato bursts.
But still his feet remained firmly attached to the floor. His baser instincts may have been urging him to violence, but his body refused to cooperate. Even holding onto that thought of righteous fury was difficult, he realized. He tried to concentrate on it, and it was like sand falling through his fingers.
“Surely you’ve noticed the effects of your own microdose? In the hallway on the way down here.“ The look on Raphael‘s face was triumphant.
Was that what was wrong with him? Eli tried to think, but found it again, too difficult.
A microdose of the drug. Of Rafael’s drug.… Of Rafael’s drug that severed the synapses, and made it impossible to orgasm. The drug that made all their bimbo dolls, pliable, desperate… Malleable. Easy to control.
An awful wave of realization washed over Eli, but even that was muted, dulled. It was as if he had his emotions still, but he lacked the wherewithal to act upon them.
Executive dysfunction.
As if reading his mind, Rafael continued. “It just makes you a little bit easier to control. And there is still the control of orgasm. You should want to deck me right now, but I bet you can’t.“ The man’s smile was positively gleeful.
Eli realized that he was right. He should want that, but he just couldn’t make himself do it.
Tori’s voice broke the spell between the two men. “Please, Rafael. Please, I’m begging you. The antidote, Rafael.“
“Oh, yes. Of course, darling.“ Without unhooking the restraints, Rafael moved in front of her, so that he was between her and the screen. He unzipped his pants and took out his hard cock. Obediently, she opened her mouth, and he pushed it inside, at the same moment, jabbing the syringe in her upper arm. “How long do you think it’ll be today, Tori? An hour? Ninety minutes?“
A muffled moan escaped from between her dewy lips, as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. Rafael looked at Eli. “You have to make her work for the antidote. I like the look of slutty desperation in her eyes, don’t you?“
Rafael smiled down at her. “You know that sweet orgasm is coming, don’t you, Tori? I always give you what you need. As long as my cock is between those lips, you’ll get everything you need from me.” He turned and winked at Eli. “I’m nothing if not a man of my word.”
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