Dessert

She was in her mid-20s and had the confident walk of a woman of means. Coming from a Halloween party at a friend’s condo, she had opted to walk to her brownstone row home that neighbored Georgetown University to clear her head of the several shots and chocolate martinis she’d enjoyed. The black catsuit she’d worn was appropriate if not a bit of a cliche.

At just past one in the morning, the clickity-clack of her short heels against the quaint cobblestone mildly echoed off the row homes. Combined with the thick, knitted hat covering her ears from the cool air, she didn’t hear the slowly creeping van approaching from behind. It wasn’t until she felt the sting of the dart that hit her neck that she turned and saw the open side door, right before she fell to the ground, unconscious.

She moaned, the first shreds of awakening raising her mental acuity from unconscious to barely sentient. In the short period of lucidity, she realized that she was restrained, blindfolded, and most terrifying ... naked.

The older man watched her intently, seeing the initial struggle, followed by the inactivity of resumed unconsciousness. He pressed the intercom button, which was answered immediately.

“Begin phase one now.” Then he hung up and went back to his dinner of gazpacho soup and leeks vinaigrette, and observed.

The young woman who had answered the intercom soon appeared in the room with the restrained woman. On a table, she opened a rectangular white box and removed an object that had a large, white bulb-shaped appendage at one end and a ten-foot electrical cord at the other. She plugged the device in, then applied what seemed to be some type of lotion, or lubricant, to the bulb end. Finally, she placed the device on the restrained woman, the bulb resting at the topmost of her genitals, then secured it with medical tape so that it wouldn’t move. Flicking the switch on to the low power setting, the Hitachi wand came to life, and she, reluctantly, left the room.

The second awakening was much more pronounced. The continued, relentless stimulation of her clitoris was stressful, first as she fought the sensations, and then as the device brutally forced her to orgasm. The first was quite powerful as her fighting had the effect of edging, so when the orgasm overtook her, she cried out with an intensely pleasurable feeling, then immediately felt ashamed. However, it didn’t take but a moment or two for the shame to be overridden with another gut-wrenching pleasure moment, her vagina leaking down to her anal opening and then onto the vinyl-clad table. Her breath was ragged as the wand was unstoppable, the continued power buzzing sending the woman again and again to orgasm until, after a dozen or so, she simply passed out. A moment later, the attendant woman returned and shut the device off, rubbing three fingers along the dripping vagina before her, then left the room, sucking on her three fingers until she got back to her desk.