Chapter 13

“Come here, my love.”

Lena obeyed, climbing onto his lap and straddling his thighs. She was wearing only a thin silk robe, the plug still firmly inside her.

“Tell me, my love,” he asked in a low voice, almost clinical yet laced with dark affection, “how does the plug feel when it works inside you? When it secretes the nutrients? Or when it absorbs waste?” Lena’s face flushed a deep, burning red. The question was so intimate, so humiliating, that she squirmed in his lap, unable to meet his eyes. She felt deeply embarrassed that he was asking her to describe the inner workings of something so private, something he had put inside her body himself.

“It ... it feels strange sometimes,”

she whispered, her voice small and reluctant. “When it releases the nutrients ... there’s a warm, tingling sensation deep inside. Like a soft pressure spreading. And when it absorbs ... it can feel a little funny. Sometimes there’s a small pinch or a brief cramp ... or a strange fullness that makes me feel ... exposed. It’s not always painful, but it’s uncomfortable. Like my body is being used from the inside and I have no control over it.”

Elias listened attentively, his hand still gently massaging her belly as if to soothe the very sensations she described. A faint, satisfied smile played on his lips.

“Your body is still adjusting. In time, you will get used to it. And in a couple of weeks you will feel fantastic. Refreshed and healthy. Full of energy. You will come to enjoy the feeling of being cared for so completely from within.”

Lena shivered, pressing her face into his neck, overwhelmed by the mix of shame and the strange, unwanted intimacy of the conversation. The plug felt heavier than ever now that he had made her acknowledge it so openly.

Elias then opened her thin robe, letting it fall from her shoulders, exposing her full magnificent breasts. His dark gaze dropped to her heavy breasts with open fascination and raw desire. He cupped them gently in both large hands, lifting and squeezing the soft, overflowing flesh with clear amusement and barely contained lust.

“Look at these,” he murmured, his voice low and thick. “So huge ... so deliciously heavy and full. They’re magnificent, aren’t they? Made to be kneaded, sucked, slapped, and marked by me.” His thumbs brushed roughly over her sensitive nipples, watching them stiffen and darken under his touch. “Mmmmm ... I could spend hours just playing with them. They’re so soft, so responsive ... they bounce and jiggle so perfectly. Every time I touch them, they swell and beg for more attention. My beautiful girl — these tits are mine to enjoy whenever and however I want, and I never tire of how they look, how they feel, how they tremble when you’re close to coming.”

He squeezed them harder, a dark, satisfied smile playing on his lips, as Lena whimpered and squirmed on his lap, her face burning with shame and unwanted arousal.

Elias leaned in, pressing a hot kiss to the side of her neck while still fondling her breasts possessively.

“These are my favorite toys,” he whispered.

Elias held Lena firmly on his lap, her naked body straddling his thighs, her heavy breasts thrust forward and completely at his mercy. He cupped them possessively, his large hands squeezing the soft, overflowing flesh as he stared down at her stiff, swollen nipples with dark hunger. “I love clamping your nipples hard like this,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with arousal. He pinched both peaks between his fingers, squeezing them with increasing pressure until they turned a deep, angry red and Lena gasped sharply, her back arching as intense, stinging pressure bloomed through her breasts. “Master ... please, that hurts!” she gasped, her voice trembling.

“Shhhhh ... sh ... be quiet my little pet. You are not to speak until I ask you a question my pet. These tits are mine to use and to abuse. You will remain silent and still here. Or I will have to gag you. Is that clear? “ He said his fingers pinching her nipples harder. Lena whimpered in pain.

“Yes ... yes master ... please.”

“Put your arms above your head and keep them there my love.Now.” He ordered sternly.

Lena obeyed quickly. She was smart enough to know if he wanted to do something to her body, no amount of stalling or begging would change his mind.

She put both her arms high above her head, causing her huge breasts to thrust forward further.

Elias turned her body so her head rested on his chest and her arms were on either side of his head. Now she was effectively captive in his arms. No escape.

“There ... there ... that’s where I want you always my sweet pet. In my arms ... naked ... open ... ready. Begging, squirming and screaming on my lap. “ He kissed the side of her face making her moan in pleasure.

Elias began a mixture of soft feathery kisses to her face and at the same time harsh administration of her breasts. He pinched harder again, making her whimper loudly, then continued, “Feeling these throb and swell under my grip ... the way they harden and ache so beautifully for me. One day soon, I’ll use real clamps on them — metal ones that bite down tight and make you scream. Do you like that little love? “ He whispered ominously in her ear.

“No ... please Master.” She begged.

“Of course you love it. Im sure right now you are dripping wet. Aren’t you? Answer me honestly little one or I will use my belt on these tits.”

Lena whimpered. She didnt know what to to answer. He was right. She was getting wetter under his rough administrations.

“Answer me my pet. NOW.” He ordered sharply.

“Please ... yes Master ... yes Im wet.” Lena accepted miserably.

Lena felt colors started to move inside her head. It was a very strange sensation, overwhelming. It was like all the sensation of plessure and pain was turning in to emotions inside her.

“Thats my good little pet. I know your body better than you. It begs my attention.”

In the middle of her suffering, Elias asked casually, “What are the primary complications of a radical cystectomy, little one?” Lena’s mind was too clouded with pleasure, pain and sensation to answer properly. She stammered incoherently, unable to form a clear response. Elias tsked disapprovingly. “Not good enough my pet.”