Chapter 33 - new cracks part 2

I spun and found that she hadn't moved. Her breathing had quieted, but she stayed hanging there pitifully.

Even the strongest of wills fall when they learn there is no escape.

I walked back to her, taking my time, knowing she could hear my footsteps and wanting each one to echo nothing but power and control. When I was standing behind her once more, I held the mask up just out of her eyesight in one hand, and placed the other over the back of her head as it hung forward.

And then I pounced.

One hand dug into her hair and pulled back rapidly, making her cry out as her head was flung towards me. As her mouth opened in that cry, I slipped the tube of the mask into it. I held it in place as I let go of her hair and quickly did up the straps behind her head. It took some doing as she began twisting and pulling against her restraints, but my experienced digits quickly had the mask secured.

Once it was in place, I patted her back lightly, then ran my fingers around her side as I stepped back to her front. As I did, she yelled against the mask, unable to make words so I could only hear harsh sounds.

"Hush," I said sweetly, bringing the back of my hand to brush some hair from her face. "I know, I don't like to surprise my pets with it. But I had a strange feeling I wasn't going to get it on you any other way. But truly, you needn't worry. I'm not going to let you come to any harm. I'm sure you'll do wonderfully. You'll see, it's all good fun."

She stared daggers at me, but her yelling stopped. Taking that as a victory for now, I patted what I could of her slender cheek then stood straight. I reached my hand up and dug it into my shirt, finding my remote nestled between my breasts where I had placed it earlier. I pulled it out and pressed the top button, eyeing my new toy as I did, eager to see how she reacted.

The sound of the tube running on its track over toward us filled the air. I had to admit, it coming over always excited me, shivers dancing on my spin lightly. Oh, how I loved what I did.

Heather's face was a rush of emotions; confusion, anger, distrust. I could see her mind was back to churning, her eyes following the sound upward, searching for where it was coming from.

As the tube reached its destination and began dropping, she began leaning back, her body naturally trying to get as far from the thing as possible. The chains rattled above her as she strained against them. She let out a slight sound of protest around the mask, not aimed at me, just a gut reaction.

When it stopped just below eye level before her, she eyed it with suspicion, briefly glancing at me before looking back at it again.

I laced my fingers around the tube, giving her a slight smirk. "This is my favorite tool. And I'm going to bet we'll find a way to get you to love it too. I'm afraid it can be a little... alarming at first, but I have a feeling you're going to be aching for what it does in due time."

She raised an eyebrow, clearly unamused and annoyed at my speech. But that only made me smirk once more and reach forward for her mask.

As they always do, she pulled back. But I was too fast, grabbing the mask in Jess's fingers and pulling it towards me. Of course, she pulled back, clearly a fighter 'till the end, this one. But I was stronger.

I pushed the tube against her mask as the chains rattled above, her arms desperately trying to stop me. I clicked it into place as she bucked her hips, trying to fight me in any way she could.

And then she was ready.

"There, that wasn't that bad, was it Dear?" I said with a chuckle as her eyes seemed to be trying to set me on fire. I reached over to rub my thumb on her cheek, but she jerked her head to the side. "Oh, don't be sour. You're fine."

I winked at her before standing up and taking my time walking to my thrown. I sat upon it, this time sitting up straight, enjoying my view of her as she glared back at me.

I lifted the remote again and smirked at her as I pressed the button.

The sound of my mixture making its way down the tube drifted into the room.

Her eyes again darted up, filling with clear horror. She jerked her head around, trying to figure out exactly what was happening. When it began visibly slipping downwards, her eyes found it and widened before she again pushed back in an attempt to get farther away from what was happening. Her chains tinkled above as she confirmed once again that she was trapped.

The last thing I heard from just before the mixture hit her tongue was a wail that was somewhere between a cry of anger and desperation.

She closed her eyes, holding them tight, trying to fight against it.

And then I saw her swallow.

I smiled.

Then I hit the last button, the one that would activate the device inside her.

Her eyes burst open as I did, making her suck in a little more.

So I strengthened the pulse.

She twitched, shaking her head lightly, eyes blinking.

She let out a slight whimper behind the mask, an involuntary sound forced out by all that was happening to her. I saw her try to let her cheeks fill, do anything to keep more from going into her, but it was fruitless. The flow never stopped, and it had nowhere to go but down.

So she began swallowing again and every time she did, I let the device pulse. She twitched when it did, her body involuntarily loving what I was doing to her.

And then I saw her straighten her back. She lifted her chin, eyes closed but what I saw of her face behind the mask became resolute. She squared her shoulders, stiffened her thighs, and laced her fingers around the chains above her.

I knew this move.

She had accepted that she couldn't escape, accepted what was happening. But she had chosen to fight for her dignity if not her freedom.

My pulses still made her twitch but she fought them. She held strong, rebelling against what I knew her most basic instincts where telling her to do.

Then she did something none my toys had ever done before. She opened her eyes, found mine, turned her head towards me, and held my gaze with a stern look.

Even chained up, on her knees, and being pumped with fattening mixture, her eyes betrayed nothing but power and resolve. She was completely at my mercy, completely vulnerable, and yet she disclosed no fear.

My lips twitched, about to smirk.

Then... it hit me.

Something I had never felt before washed through me.

It was only slight, only a tiny infraction. And yet, I couldn't remember ever feeling so unnerved.

It was pity. No, not pity. I had felt plenty of pity. It was more visceral, more disheartening, more painful.

As Heather looked at me, my skin seemed to crawl for the tiniest second. As I saw her filling, saw her resigning herself, for a moment I didn't feel the usual sense of conquest. For that fraction of time, I felt like everything that was happening was simply...

Wrong.

Not only wrong, I felt bad that Heather had broken even the small amount to stop fighting physically. I suddenly realized I felt for her, I recognized that she was in pain and some part of me wanted to stop it.

I squared my jaw and found myself stand up from my thrown. I needed to get control back, I needed to remember why I did this, why I wanted this, how much my pets always ended up enjoying this.

But as I looked into those blue eyes, I found I couldn't completely squash that small part of me that was feeling so desperately sad for her.

And so I did what I had never done in the hundreds of times I had taken in pets.

I turned from her.

I couldn't look into her eyes any longer, I couldn't see what I was doing to her any more. I turned, stepping to the side of my thrown and placing a hand on its back to stabilize myself.

The moment I did, I took a deep breath, and the feeling dissipated.

I blinked, trying to access myself, trying to figure out just what had happened.

I had never let a toy win a staring contest before, never blinked an eye when they squirmed, never lost trust in myself that I was doing what was best.

Until that moment.

What the h*ll had happened?

I racked my mind, searching for where that feeling would have come from. It had left without a trace, no logic to it, no part of me that was still holding on. No, I wanted to continue as I always had; caring for my pet, pleasuring them, allowing them to pleasure me.

My eyes opened as I realization sank over me.

I didn't feel wrong about what I was doing.

But Jess did.