The first time Silas bound her eyes with the black silk blindfold, she assumed it was merely to strip away her sight. It seemed a natural reaction; she could hardly blame him for being furious after catching her with the police.
It fit his nature. A serial killer who wasn't paranoid about the authorities wouldn't survive long.
Yet as the silk settled over her eyes, a thrill stirred in her chest. The memory of Silas covering her face while driving his thick length into her, thrusting without mercy, was still violently fresh in her mind.
Anticipating a familiar pleasure, she waited—only for Silas to secure her wrists in heavy handcuffs and strap her ankles to the base of the bed.
The leather cuffs bit into her skin, though the soft padding beneath kept them from causing real pain.
Even so, being pinned to the foot of the bed with her legs forced wide filled her with a sudden, overwhelming shame.
Deprived of her vision, every sound of his breathing and the phantom weight of his presence grew agonizingly acute. It was as if her entire world had compressed into her skin.
Unclaimed, her body was already opening, slicking itself in anticipation of a greater ruin. The cocktail of dread and desire—the sheer unknowing of what he would do next—sent a fresh wave of heat through her exhausted limbs.
As a shallow breath escaped her lips, a sudden, high-pitched hum broke the heavy silence of the room.
“Nnh—!”
“Look how sensitive you are.”
A small, intensely vibrating motor pressed directly against her swollen clitoris. The sudden, frantic buzzing—so much faster than his fingers—made her body jerk against her restraints.
Silas asked if she liked it, his tone deceptively mild as he used a strip of medical tape to bind the vibrating node firmly against her flesh.
“Haa… haa…”
It lacked the dark elegance of his hands. It simply hummed against her with a mechanical consistency, a rhythm she told herself she could endure.
Treating it as a mere prelude to the main event, she waited eagerly for him to replace it with his own weight.
Then the suction cups clamped onto her nipples, and the game shifted entirely. The soft, lip-like attachments pulled at her erect flesh, pulsing with rhythmic, artificial air.
Before she could process the strange sensation, Silas dialed up the intensity, his eyes fixed on her shifting expression. Despite her confusion, helpless moans began to slip past her lips.
“I should have bought these sooner if I knew they’d turn you on this much.”
“Nnngh… a-ah, no…!”
“No to what?”
Something slick, cold, and solid slid inside her, stretching her entrance wide. Blindfolded, Eileen couldn't identify the shape.
Silas provided the answer a second later when he flipped the switch.
“Ah—!”
As the internal vibrator roared to life, a tremor ran through her entire frame. Without her vision to anchor her, the sensation was absolute.
She tried to arch her hips away from the invasion, but the ankle straps held her pinned. She could only writhe, completely at the mercy of the machine.
Her thighs, trembling at first, began to violently spasm.
Silas silently turned the controls to maximum, angling the tip directly into her most sensitive depth. Caught between the internal probe and the egg taped to her clitoris, her body couldn't fight back.
The double assault forced her internal walls to violently contract, wringing a hot deluge of fluid from between her parted legs. A blinding wave of release broke over her, and her handcuffed wrists rattled against the headboard as she broke.
“It’s infuriating how much you enjoy these.”
Though she was still shaking from the climax, Silas made no effort to hide his disdain. He let out a low sigh, though his hand remained firm on the device.
“H-honey…! Ah, wait—!”
Before the aftershocks could fade, the internal hum began to pulse against her belly. The automatic toy moved with relentless precision.
Silas joined in, his fingers rubbing and tweaking her overstimulated flesh. Her walls, hyper-sensitive from the recent release, were swept right back into a fresh vortex of ecstasy.
“Hold still.”
Silas’s voice was flat as he slid a second device into her already crowded passage.
“Hah! S-stop…!”
“Shh.”
Ignoring her breathless pleas, he shoved the new toy deep into her depths and engaged the power. Unlike the first, this one featured a subtle vibration paired with a mechanized, piston-like thrusting motion.
Holding one in each hand, Silas worked them inside her without mercy. The two machines crossed paths within her narrow walls, forcing her body to contract again and again, pouring out slick fluid around the plastic.
Blind to the machinery tearing her apart, Eileen thrashing in her bonds, moaning wildly as vibrations traveled from her hips to her fingertips. Her knees buckled outward, her cuffed hands clawing uselessly at the air.
When the next wave hit, it pulled her under completely. She had already come more times than she could count, but with two devices targeting different spots at frantic speeds, she couldn't even catch her breath.
“Don't you prefer these toys to me?”
“Ngh… b-but…”
It wasn't fair. How was she supposed to stay quiet when he was systematically destroying her with devices engineered for pure stimulation? Combined with the blindfold, the sheer unpredictability of where the next wave would hit had driven her past the brink of reason.
Silas watched her ruined state with a dark, dissatisfied scowl before abruptly ripping both toys out of her core. Empty and gaping, her body instantly throbbed, desperate to be filled again.
“Honey…”
Eileen called out to him, her voice thick with need as she heard the wet sound of the toys being discarded onto the floor. It wasn't the machines she craved.
No matter how sophisticated the toys were, they were nothing compared to him. The burning heat of his veiny shaft, the weight of his body pressing her down, and the sheer length of him stretching her walls were things no piece of silicone could ever replicate.
“Ah… H-honey?”
Contrary to what she expected, something cold and unfamiliar touched her swollen entrance. It was a texture she had never felt before—hard, strange, and entirely foreign.
“How does that feel?”