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EVELYN
(Author Unknown)

EVELYN - extract 

Copyright 2024 DrkFetyshNyghts

   

   Evelyn's tongue was lolling out and she was rocking back and fore. Her eyes said things her mouth wasn't capable of at this time. A zoom out revealed that she was naked, on her hands and knees on some kind of raised platform, in a windowless room. Her knees were spread, and secured wide. She was down on her forearms, which were also spread wide. This forced a concave arch to her back which in turn thrust her sexuality out high, and back in something of an obscene way. There was this impression that she'd been there for some time simply because of the fatigue it looked like she was suffering.

   Placed between her spread, secure legs was an electronically controlled fucking machine. This had been set up to tiny infinite tolerances. On the business end of that fucking machine was a thick girthed, bell ended dildo that was a rustic black. A realistic black cock like dildo, complete with veins, and bulges. The bell end enormous, frightening even. Its size was only just hinted at because it was embedded in Evelyn. Only when it was pulling out, there was just enough to give that hint as to its size, was that bell end visible. The rest of the time the shaft was buried fully. It wasn't the fucking Evelyn thought she was going to get.

   She'd thought she would come back to Bernadette's and she would spend the day chilling, relaxing. That she would drink coffee and wine and then when Bernadette got back, that she would've arranged a man or two, to give her a good seeing to. These were her actual thoughts, and desires. And she wouldn't have objected to that. It wasn't something she'd ever have done or sought in her pre-Bernadette life, but now it was different. These thoughts and desires she'd never have come up with when she was on track for her promotion. This was where Evelyn's journey had taken her so far and it felt at times like she was in some kind of free fall into an obscene abyss.

   When Bernadette'd mounted her on that fucking machine, already set up in her windowless 'basement', Evelyn'd been lost for words. The environment was brutal. It felt brutal, its aroma was brutal, and there was almost this 'taste' that was brutal. And yet she'd been led like a lamb to the slaughter. Her arousal so intense and her desires so unmentionable that she simply went along with it. Desires and arousal that Bernadette herself had stoked, and stirred up. And ones that Evelyn herself didn't know were inside her.

   Evelyn wasn't so much 'drunk' when Bernadette got back, as 'happy', or 'merry'. She'd been in a good mood. There'd been this feeling or this sense that she'd turned a corner in this journey. That was the alcohol that'd blurred and softened the edges for her. And the environment helped of course. The multilevel penthouse with its own 'basement' in the sky. There had to be questions about that. The design and the implementation of secret floors that was not visible from outside. Or even hinted at from inside. Even Evelyn in her state of desire and arousal opened her eyes as she'd been taken down to this place. Bernadette was some kind of sadist that was on a mission. She had to be applauded for being able to live this double life she lived. And the way she went about her business of sadism, very nearly in plain sight.

   But Evelyn before Bernadette's arrival back at the property, had thought she was on the right track to getting into this woman's good books. She was enjoying some hours of 'feeling good'. And that cannot have been by accident. Bernadette'd given her the run of the property - to make herself comfortable, to make herself at home. And she had. She'd not felt as good as this for some time, even before Bernadette'd come into her life. They'd even enjoyed some wine together, sat close during which time Bernadette stroked her hair, and her face. There was no doubt she'd fuelled Evelyn's need. And there was no doubt that Evelyn'd responded to that.

   "You know, I want to see you fucked until you beg for it to stop. Would you like that Evie?"

   Bernadette was putting on the full seduction voice. That voice almost like a low level rasp. She knew what to say and when to say it. But more to the point she knew how to say it. She leant in to kiss Evelyn's lips. And she did that. She kissed softly. Very softly.

   "I think I need it Bernadette. I'm sorry. I didn't think I'd ever admit that out loud."

   Evelyn was more free with her words now as she tasted that kiss. That was with the help of the wine and her relaxed mood. This corner she felt she'd turned with Bernadette helped her to speak freely and say it as it was. Bernadette smiled at that. She recognised when a victim was slipping into her world more and more. She recognised the signs and recognised when she could push it further. This was just as well given for the next 12 hours, Evelyn would be secured to the fucking machine.

   And then the movement in and out of her most private feminine hole would be constant and it would be brutal. There would be the slow build up of firmness, and then this would alternate, soft, to hard and to full length so that Evelyn's cervix took a battering. The dildo would be lubricated non stop so that the resistance of her flesh to this stretching and this invasion by the black dildo cock would be nil. This would be like nothing Evelyn had imagined or fantasised about. This would be like nothing she could imagine in her worst nightmare.

   "Well you know I've got something special for you waiting in my special place. Wanna see it?"

   And Bernadette'd continued with the teasing of Evelyn, not suggesting for a second that the fucking would be mechanical, and not real. If Evelyn had thought she'd spend some pleasant time being made love to by some faceless random hot guys, then she'd have been hopelessly misguided.

   "I do. I wanna see it."

   The throbs of her nipples and her clitoris getting to her - making her hotter, making her wetter and more slippery. She'd need that slipperiness just to cope with the girth of that dildo once she was mounted on the machine and ready to take it.

   "Let's finish up then, and I'll take you to see where we're going to spend the rest of the night."

   Bernadette's tone and her manner were playful, mischievous even and this kind of spurred Evelyn on to follow her. The excitement and the anticipation building, making those throbs more intense. Making them more penetrating into her responsive sexual flesh.

   "Oh my god! What is this place Bernadette?"

   Evelyn'd been speechless being taken down into this space. It was like some kind of isolation chamber in the sky. All those floors up, and yet having the sense that it was down below ground. It had this feeling, this sense that it was nothing like it was in reality. That sense of confusion and bemusement wasn't something that was created by accident. It was something that was designed like that, built like that and functioned like it. Bernadette kissed and licked Evelyn's ear as she took in this space and tried to process it.

   "What is that?"

   Evelyn pointed to the fucking machine.

   "It's a fucking machine Evie. You and it are going to become intimately acquainted with each other."

   Bernadette spoke casually. She didn't not even for a split second, think that there would be any resistance from Evelyn. And there wasn't.

   "Oh, I thought there would be?."

   "Real cock? Is that what you thought Evie?"

   "Uhh, I guess so yes. I guess that's what I thought."

   "I'm afraid not. Not this time. You have to 'earn' real cock Evie. You have to please me, a lot, before I supply you with real cock to gratify this craving in you."

   Again, Bernadette spoke quietly and calmly - as though this filth was part of the normal world, and she was simply negotiating it. Evelyn seemed to take in her words at the same time as just looking at this fucking machine. She couldn't take her eyes off it.

"What do I have to do, to please you that much Bernadette? I want to. I really want to."