The Life of Anna, Part 1: Enslaved

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dots running the length.
    “What’s this?” I asked caressing the band.
    “That, my love, is for punishment.” I looked up at him, not understanding how it could be painful. He closed his eyes, appearing to concentrate for a moment, and then opened them again. “Look.”
    I sucked in a sharp breath as I looked down. Six small spikes, about a centimeter long, had appeared where the dots had been. They looked very sharp. “How did you do that?”
    They retracted back into the metal band. “It’s connected to some nerves that can be trained to control the spikes. Do you remember when you were brought here after you tried to kill yourself?” I nodded, not really wanting to think about it. “Do you remember when I raped you and you said it felt like I was ripping your insides to shreds?”
    How could I forget? It was excruciatingly painful.
    “That’s what I used. It’s a rather effective punishment because you don’t see it coming. And it’s effective for both men and women. Done right, I can kill a man.”
    His eyes glittered and I blinked and stepped back in alarm. How could he talk so flippantly about killing people? He could use those anytime on me and hurt me again. I trembled as I stared at his chest.
    “Anna, I have extreme control over these. Since I learned to control them, many years ago, I’ve never had them go off accidently. I have to really concentrate to activate them.” I knew he wasn’t lying, but it did little to remove my apprehension.
    “You’re scary,” I said softly.
    He sighed and I glanced up at him. He had a pained expression on his face. “I don’t want to scare you anymore, Anna. It was necessary for a time, but I hope you’ve learned all you need to know and that I don’t have to be scary anymore.”
    I didn ’t want to be scared of him either. I loved him. I wanted to please him.
    I took two small steps forward and knelt on the ground before him. I reached for his throbbing cock and wrapped my fingers around the base of the shaft, trying to figure out how to best please him without disturbing any of the metal. His skin was hot to the touch and he became harder at my touch. I kissed the tip softly and then licked away the precum that had appeared.
    “You won’t hurt me?” I asked, looking up at him.
    He smiled down at me, hunger in his eyes. “No, Baby. I won’t hurt you.”
    I opened my mouth and slowly sucked him into my mouth, squeezing the shaft with my hand. He inhaled sharply and then let out a moan as I took more and more of him into my mouth. “Oh, Anna...,” he groaned. He put his hands on the back of my head, pushing himself deeper into my mouth. I let him guide my mouth over him, taking a deep breath as he approached the back of my throat. He was big and he blocked my windpipe as he dipped into the back of my throat. I swallowed, and heard a deep moan above me. I sucked on him as I backed away slightly before thrusting forwards again. I reached up beneath him to caress his balls. I tugged gently and heard another moan, this time louder.
    I kept sucking and moving him in and out of my mouth, my tongue circling around the head and stroking the smooth metal. I held him firmly with one hand and caressed his balls with my other. His breathing was shallow and ragged, his moans deepened as he grabbed fistfuls of my hair. He pulled hard, but it felt good. I liked him controlling me. I could tell he was getting close when he yanked himself out of my mouth and pulled me up by my hair to stand in front of him.
    “Oh, Baby. You have been taught well.” Devin kissed me hard on the mouth and then pulled back. “But I want your body. I want to bury myself deep in your tight wet pussy and send you soaring into the stars.”
    He gently pushed me back onto the bed, pulled my jeans off and crawled up after me. He spread my legs apart and bent my knees up to my chest. The cool air on my wet pussy made me squirm. “Beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss the bare

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